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[noahshands]

draped in a silver light - nick folio x noah sebastian

warnings: swearing, anal fingering (m receiving), anal sex (m receiving), hand jobs

word count: 3.6k

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​​He really doesn’t know how to approach this. But since he’d seen Nicholas and Noah together, he can’t stop thinking about it.

And maybe he’d have an easier time if he found himself thinking about fucking Noah. But the issue is that no matter how hard Nick tries, he can’t get the idea of Noah inside of him out of his mind.  It’s a completely new field for him, but he’s been fantasising about it for a good few weeks now.

He’d graduated from a tight fist around his cock to fingers playing with his ass. And he doesn’t really know how he got there.

Two months ago, he wouldn’t have dared to touch himself like that, although Nick now realises that that has nothing to do with what he does with his roommates or how he feels about them. The fact that he’s now actively considering asking one of them to fuck him feels like the most daunting and out there thing he’s ever done. He still doesn’t know if it’s just because he likes the idea of it, or if he actually feels some kind of attraction to Noah. Making sense of the feelings that rush through his brain has been a little bit of a struggle and, truth be told, he’s tried his best to ignore it for the most part. 

He contemplates forgetting about the whole thing. It’s just a weird phase, he’ll get over it in a couple of weeks. And then things will be back to normal. 

To his luck, Noah seems to be feeling particularly touchy recently.

Nick is getting himself a bottle of water when Noah comes up behind him. Since the revelation that they’ve all been involved with Noah, he’s been a lot more open with his touch. Nick still feels a little hesitant about it, but the more he lets Noah’s hands wander across his body, the easier it becomes to admit that he likes it.

“What’re you doing?” Noah asks as he presses himself up behind Nick.

“Getting something to drink?”

Fingers dance up his side, the touch barely registers with his brain, “Besides that. Are you busy?”

It’s now or never.

Nick braces himself, takes a deep breath in the hope that it’ll settle his mind a little bit. 

“Not right now. But there is something you could do for me.”

Noah perks up at that. He lifts his chin from Nick's shoulder before he tries to get him to turn around. As much as he’d prefer to face the kitchen counter when he asks this, he turns in Noah’s embrace. 

“What’s that?”

“Would you fuck me?” He swallows the last few words, barely manages to get them past his lips.

Noah stares at him blankly.

A long moment passes before he seems to return to his consciousness.

“You want to sleep with me? Like be your first?” He looks like he’s still trying to compute what Nick had asked, and he has to admit that it is a little sweet.

Nick nods, “It’s okay if you don’t want that. I’ve just been thinking about it and —“

He’s cut off with a kiss.

It takes him aback for a moment. This is a level of intimacy he hasn’t crossed yet with Noah, but compared to what he’d just asked him, it’s very insignificant.

“Been thinking about me, huh?” Noah asks softly when he pulls away, “I’m flattered. I’d be more than happy to do it.”

“Thank you.”

“Not for that.” He hasn’t seen Noah this soft before, but he really likes the way he looks at him at this moment, “Should thank you for trusting me with this. I know it’s a big step for you.”

Nick feels himself flush, and Noah smiles in response.

“You know, you look really cute when you blush like that. Is it okay if I kiss you again?”

Nick swallows, “Please.”

One of Noah’s hands comes to cover his cheek, as he leans in. The first brush of his lips is so gentle that Nick almost misses it. He moves to meet Noah, suddenly needing to feel him so much closer. Kissing him feels surprisingly easy. And with Noah’s lead, it’s not long before Nick parts his lips for him. His grip on Noah’s shirt tightens in a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded. He sighs against Noah’s lips when he feels the other's arm snake around his back.

It’s never felt like this before.

They’re both breathless when they part. Noah doesn’t stray very far from him, though, and in a way Nick is glad.

“Could kiss you forever.” Noah admits quietly, “Do you want to come upstairs with me?”

Nick can’t say no. His mind is still buzzing with the way Noah had kissed him, and he absolutely has to feel more.

“We don’t have to go there right now, but — kinda want to have you to myself for a bit.”

The way Noah talks to him makes his brain short circuit a little. It’s so dizzying.

As soon as the door is closed behind them, Noah is back on him. Noah pulls Nick onto the bed with him. His lips trail down his jaw and neck until they settle in an especially sensitive spot. He sighs when he feels Noah leave his mark there. His own hands wander across Noah’s back and sides. He weaves his hands into Noah’s hair, desperate to keep his lips on his skin.

One of Noah’s hands dips under his shirt. Despite the fact that he’s touched Noah in a much more intimate way before, this feels completely new. Knowing what could come after this makes Nick feel as if he’s doing this for the very first time again. 

“Can I take your shirt off?” Noah asks, fingers still tracing across his skin. 

Nick gives a weak nod. 

“Sit up for me.” 

He does as Noah asks. Noah slowly lifts the hem of his shirt. He’s so careful with it, making sure not to rustle Nick too much. As soon as the fabric is gone, Noah’s hands trail across his chest and tummy. The gentle touch sets his nerves on fire. 

Noah continues his earlier path from his neck down across his chest. 

Nick drops back against the mattress. Noah follows him, by now kissing the soft of his belly. 

“Tell me if something is too much, okay? We’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable.” The words are immediately followed by the softest kisses. 

This is the most cared for he’s ever felt while being intimate with someone, and it feels a little scary to think about. 

He feels teeth graze across the skin above his hipbone. Nick whines in response, and Noah does it again, this time nipping him just a little bit more. He soothes the sting with a soft kiss before he looks up at Nick. 

“You’re so responsive.” He notes, “Why did you hide these pretty sounds from me?”

Noah’s thumb traces across the faint red mark on his hip, “Too shy, huh? Don’t have to be. This is just for us.” 

He’s never seen Noah like this. During the few times when Nick had found himself in Noah’s bedroom, things were always lust-driven. But this soft and gentle side of him is something else.  

Noah takes his own shirt off, letting it fall somewhere to the side. Nick lets his hands wander across his skin, watching his skin prickle when he traces his fingers across the intricate lines of Noah’s tattoos. 

“It’s just all so new.” Nick replies barely above a whisper. 

“I know.” Noah laces his fingers between his, “We’ll take this at your pace.” 

Nick feels his heart thump a little against the inside of his rib cage. He really doesn't know if anyone’s ever been this gentle with him. 

“If you ever feel like you need a break, just let me know, okay?” 

He lets Noah undress him. 

He’s been bare in front of him before, so it’s not that difficult. Except this time, his mind is not consumed by need. He has time to think about how good Noah’s hands feel on his skin, how pretty Noah looks when he looks up at him through his lashes. His skin feels so hot with the attention Noah gives him. Every kiss against his belly makes him feel a little bit lighter. 

“Lift up for me, honey.”

The pet name sears right through him. He’s sure that Noah doesn’t miss the sound he makes in response to it. 

He does as Noah asks, lifting his hips so that Noah can pull his boxers down. He draws in a sharp breath when the cool air of Noah’s room hits his skin. 

Noah presses a kiss to his hip, one lower, dangerously close to the base of his cock. He lets his eyes fall shut when Noah takes him into his hand. He’s so gentle with it, barely brushing his fingers along his length. 

“Are you still good with this happening today?” Noah asks quietly. 

He nods, “I want you.”

The smile he gets in return is dazzling. 

“Do you?” Noah comes up to face him, “Well, how could I say no to that?”

Noah leans over him, bracing himself with an arm next to his head. 

“You’ll be the death of me, I hope you know that.” Noah leans down to kiss him so sweetly. 

Nick doesn’t get to question the depth of what Noah has said, as he quickly makes his way back to his previous position. 

“Spread your legs a little more.” 

Noah’s hands are so warm and soft on his thighs. Nick has to will his legs to do what he wants them to do. Noah’s gentle push helps a little. 

“I’m gonna do this as slow as I can. It might sting a little, okay?”

Noah doesn’t know that he’s already done a little bit of experimenting himself. It never felt quite right, though, the angle was always just a little bit off. But Nick knows that he will make it feel good. 

Noah pulls the familiar tube of lube from his bedside table. He squirts a little bit of it onto his fingers, working it for a moment, before he traces the tip of his middle finger between Nick's thighs. At first, he just brushes them over the tight ring of muscle, not quite pushing inside yet. The tip of Noah’s finger slips in a little easier than either of them expect. Nick holds his breath while Noah slowly works his finger into him. He’s gotten this far on his own. 

“This the first time you’re doing this?” Noah asks quietly, “Letting someone touch you like this?”

“I – tried it on my own, but –” his words curl into a moan when Noah’s finger brushes against something inside of him. 

Above him, Noah smiles almost wickedly, “Played with yourself? What were you thinking about when you did it?”

Nick needs a moment to gather his wits again. The slow drag of Noah’s finger inside of him makes his head feel all fuzzy and out of focus. 

“Come on, baby, tell me.” 

Nick can’t stop the noise he makes, and Noah instantly stops moving. 

“Nick?” The concern that seeps from him shouldn’t warm Nick’s chest as much as it does. 

“You.” He chokes out, “Was thinking about you.”

The concern is quickly replaced by an amused smile, “Were you now? You wanna tell me more?” 

His finger resumes the same slow rhythm as before, slowly curling inside of him. 

“Just you and — how good you’d feel.” 

Nick’s words catch in his throat when he feels a second finger pushing inside of him. His chest feels so tight with the breath he is holding, and eventually, he can’t stop the whine from falling from his lips. It’s a breathy little sound, more high-pitched than Nick is comfortable with. 

“Does it feel as good as you thought?” Noah asks softly. 

His free hand returns to Nick’s cock. The movements are slow, barely enough to register. But between the fingers curling inside of him and the hand around him, Nick feels so dizzy already. 

Noah manages to keep him right on the edge. Nick doesn’t know how he’s able to read him so easily. It seems like Noah knows exactly when he needs to slow down and when he can push him a little further. He’s never felt like this before. 

It’s not just the care Noah shows him. Whatever he’s doing feels so much more intense than his previous encounters have. Nick lets himself get lost in the feeling of Noah’s hands on his body. The soft push and pull of his touch fills his mind with fuzz. He thinks that he could easily come undone just from this. 

His hands tangle into the sheets beneath his body, desperately trying to ground himself. And just when Nick thinks that he’s about to tumble over the edge, Noah’s hands retreat from his body. He lets out a protesting whine. 

“Shh.” Noah places his hand on Nick's waist, “You’ll get what you want in a moment. Be patient.”

Nick’s eyes follow Noah as he climbs off the bed for a moment. He watches as Noah strips from his clothes. His eyes drift across the other's lean body. 

Even before they had started this, Nick had been aware of how good Noah looked. But since they’ve gotten close like this, he’s earned a new appreciation for it. He likes the little crinkles around Noah’s eyes when he smiles, the way his hands are always so soft and warm. 

Sure, there’s the obvious things, but lately Nick has found himself drawn to the details. The little intricate brush strokes on the greater canvas so to speak. 

A hand comes into his field of vision, to brush a few stray bits of hair from his forehead. 

“You look cute when you get lost in your thoughts like that.” 

It had made his insides feel like jello when Noah had said it earlier in the kitchen, but now it truly feels like his undoing. 

Noah positions himself in his previous spot between his thighs. 

Seeing him looking over him like this does make Nick a little nervous. He wants this, he needs it, but he can’t deny that it is a little scary. 

Noah laces their fingers together, before he leans down over him. 

“You’ll be, okay? Just tell me if something doesn’t feel good.”

His lips brush against Nick’s just barely. 

Nick’s free hand tangles into the hair at the back of Noah’s neck to keep him close. Noah lets out a breathy little laugh, before he dips back down again, this time kissing him properly. 

Nick doesn’t think that he’ll ever get enough of this. Suddenly, he doesn’t know how he’s ever gone without kissing him in the first place. 

He feels a little light-headed when Noah pulls away from him. Noah’s cheeks are flushed so prettily, his lips spit-slicked and kiss-swollen. He’s never been prettier. Nick wishes that he could capture and frame the moment. 

He knows what comes next and to preserve a shred of his sanity, Nick lets his eyes fall shut. 

He tries to focus on the breaths he draws into his lungs when he feels hands pushing his thighs apart. 

“It’ll be cold for a second.” Noah says calmly. 

He does tense a little when he feels the cool lube against his skin. 

“Ready?”

The warm hand against his side flexes a little, catching his attention. 

“Ready.”

It feels nothing like he’d expected. 

Then again he didn’t really know what to expect either. 

The stretch is a lot. He knows what Noah is working with, he’s seen and touched him often enough by now. But Noah moves slowly as he eases his cock into him. He keeps one hand on Nick’s waist, thumb softly tracing across his skin. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. Almost got it.” 

Baby.

His jaw drops open when he feels Noah settle against him. 

Noah’s head is dropped back, exposing his tattooed neck entirely. His hand flexes against his waist over and over again, as if he’s trying to soothe himself.  

“Oh fuck.” He speaks more to himself than to Nick. 

Nick squeezes their still joined hands. 

Noah draws in another shaky breath before he finally looks at him with glassy eyes. 

“You feel so good around me.” Noah’s words break off into a soft moan, “Gotta give me a moment.” 

Nick brings his hand to Noah’s waist. The muscles beneath his skin jump when he makes contact, and Noah almost doubles over. 

Nick slowly eases him down to him again. 

“Kiss me some more?”

Noah breaks into a smile and wordlessly meets him in another kiss. His lips part willingly for Noah, when his tongue brushes against them. He absolutely has to feel all of him. 

His mind empties out entirely when they kiss, and he has to agree with what Noah said earlier. He could kiss him forever if given the option. 

Nick almost doesn’t notice when he starts to move his hips. 

His arms wrap around Noah’s body, forcing him to stay close like this. If it were up to Nick, there wouldn’t be an inch between them. 

Noah’s lips skate along his jaw and down to his neck. They halt just above the junction of his neck and shoulder. Noah places a few tender kisses against his skin before he feels the tell-tale bite of a love bite being seared into his flesh. His hand curls around the back of Noah’s head. Nick is sure that he feels Noah whisper something against his neck. 

“Noah.” He sighs, when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of him. 

Noah drags himself up, “How do you feel, baby? Is it good?”

“Make me feel so good.” He chokes out between moans, “Not gonna last long.”

“I know.” Noah's hips snap against him involuntarily, “Feels too good.”

With how close Noah is to him, his tummy grinds against Nick’s cock with every move he makes. He’s so very close to his undoing already. And judging from how unsteady Noah’s thrusts have become, he's not much better off. 

Nick manages to bring his face into focus just before the first wave of his climax barrels through him. He’s sure that he mirrors the blissed out look on Noah’s face. 

Feeling Noah spill inside of him is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. His own load spills across his tummy and up to his chest as he gives himself to the ecstasy of it. 

Eventually, Noah comes to rest against his body. He stays like this for a moment, covering Nick’s body with his. 

Their chest heave in sync. 

Nick swears that he can feel the pounding of Noah’s heart against his skin.  

He lets his fingers trail through Noah’s hair and down along his back. 

He’s sure of it now. 

As new as it is, Nick knows what the feeling in his chest is. 

Feeling this way for another guy hadn’t been something he’d ever thought would happen, but when he thinks about Noah like that, his body feels so incredibly light.

“Noah.” 

He doesn’t react immediately and instead remains where he is, heavy and comfortable against Nick’s chest. 

“I think I love you.” 

His heart pounds so hard in his chest. 

Noah shifts against him. 

A kiss is pressed against his shoulder, before Noah lifts himself upwards. 

“You do?”

He can tell that Noah is trying his hardest to hide the emotions on his face. It very much does not work. 

Nick nods, “Took me a moment to realise it, but I’m sure of it now.”

“Can you say it again?” 

Nick doesn’t miss the hint of insecurity in his voice then. 

His palm finds the side of Noah’s face, “I love you.”

The smile that forces its way onto Noah’s face is almost blinding. There’s a trace of relief to the way his head drops just a little. 

“I’ve been — I’ve tried so hard to put that all away because you’ve never shown interest in guys before. And then you walked in on me and all of this happened — I thought it would just be physical. And the longer we did it, the more you came to me, the harder it got to hide it. Didn’t think that you ever feel like this for me.” 

His confession burns in Nick’s chest. He’s had an idea of how Noah feels, but actually hearing it out loud makes it all real. 

Noah dips down to kiss him again, all soft and sweet. 

“I love you. Have for years.” Noah says finally. 

Nick leans up to kiss him again, and he feels Noah smile against his lips. 

Noah sinks back into bed once he’s cleaned them both up and disposed of the condom. Nick hesitates for a brief moment, before he curls up against Noah’s side. Against his expectations, it doesn’t feel odd at all. In fact, he thinks that he’s never felt more at ease. 

“Nick?”

“Hm?”

“I think I know the answer, but I gotta ask. Are we — are we a thing now?”

“Is this you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“Maybe.”

“I just told you that I love you.”

Noah shifts next to him, “I just want to be sure.”

He knows how insecure Noah gets sometimes. And he really doesn’t want him to be insecure about this. 

“I want a real first date, though.”

Noah laughs, and it makes Nick feel all warm inside. 

“You can have as many dates as you want.”

“And I want flowers. I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“That’s criminal. I’ll remedy that as soon as possible.” He falls quiet for a moment then, “Say you’re mine then?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

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[noahshands]

i can’t get past tdopom humming in the background of the drain. i could talk about it for days.

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that's how I understand them

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「 ON DISPLAY 」 noah sebastian ⨯ f!reader

▷ chapter two

noah is your neighbor and your new favorite view thanks to his lack of curtains. you're pretty sure he prefers it this way. but the man you've created in your imagination is nothing like reality and you soon find yourself falling prey to a past lifestyle you had been desperately on the run from. trigger warnings : language, eventual smut, violence, mention/flashbacks of abuse, alcohol and drug use, sexual harassment/assault (nongraphic). word count : 7.1k a / n : we're really setting the scene and the vibes with this one. more noah time will come in the next chapter, both in person and through the infamous window. do not fret.

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FLASHBACK - READER

“Why are you looking at her? Huh? You look at me.” 

The guttural tone of Vane’s voice that only reared its ugly head when he was angry made your skin crawl. It didn't matter that you were tucked away in his SUV because the response it coaxed from your body was nothing short of fearful. You had been on the receiving end of it many times before but not this time. No, this time it was one of his business friends, colleagues, whatever they were to be called. The man in question had been eying you from the open trunk of his own vehicle while showing the new merchandise to Vane. He obviously hadn’t been very subtle about it. This didn't stop your heart from racing nor did it prevent your palms from clamming up. You were still very much aware of what sort of hell Vane would rain down when pushed. 

“Why did you bring her along, Vane?” The man spoke through clenched teeth as if you were a threat. Between everyone currently present at this business exchange, you were the last one to worry about. You had no weapons. No phone. No way of tattling on any of these unsavory men even if you wanted to. Who would you tell anyway? The only person who had the means to protect you was your father and he was already in the know of your whereabouts. He and Vane had probably discussed it over a nice glass of bourbon earlier in the day. 

“Don't fucking question what I do. You got a problem? Just say so and we can handle it right here.” 

You heavily sighed at Vane’s overly dramatic show of dominance while leaning further back in the passenger seat. He was such a joke when he put in hours - always so over the top and a show off - and the one time you confessed this to him had landed you on the floor with a busted lip. Vodka made you mouthy and gave you a hefty set of balls apparently. That wasn't a mistake you made again. 

Vane may have been a son of a bitch but he was willing to act, typically before thinking. He didn't hesitate to reach for the gun tucked in the back of his pants, though he didn't pull it out. The shift of his arm was enough to set the man straight and return the conversation to what was important: Vane’s merchandise. 

“Pack this shit up,” he commanded after a few beats, his annoyance towards the man evident. The seller stammered over his words but Vane was quick to cut him off. “Stop your goddamn blabbering, Diego. I'm taking it but that look you stole of my girl is gonna cost you two grand off the price.” 

And there it was. The real reason why he dragged you along to these deals. Honestly, Vane wasn't very smart most of the time but he knew who he could shove around and who he needed to back down from. Diego was not the latter. Shit, you probably could've gone out there and gotten him to knock even more off the price just by flashing him a smile. You had no desire to get in the middle of Vane’s dealings, though, and he was also far too possessive to allow anyone beneath him to live if he caught them staring your way. He was a menace in a knock off suit. 

“Load it all up.” Vane further demanded while he was tossing his cigarette out and stomping his way back to the SUV you occupied. You forced a smile onto your face because you knew better than to let him see your true feelings towards all of this. Drugs. Weapons. All of it was a one way ticket to jail or possibly even the grave. Neither outcome was one you had any interest in living out. He made you an accomplice simply by having you witness the deals. Just another way to keep you under his thumb. 

As he slammed the car door, he immediately reached across the center console to roughly grab the back of your neck. Although the dig of his fingers was painful, you kept your expression neutral. His mouth was soon on yours, one hand squeezing your nape as the other firmly grasped your chin to keep you in his hold. Vane tasted like smoke and shitty beer – both of which you hated. Unfortunately, that didn't stop you from kissing him back. Not like you had any other choice. You really put on the performance of your life when you were with him. 

“I've got a good thing going here for you, baby,” he muttered against your swollen lips. “Don't fuck it up by getting that annoying self righteous look in your eyes.” 

Okay, maybe you weren't ready for your Oscar win just yet. 

PRESENT - NOAH

There was the lingering threat of cutting himself every time he fidgeted with his knife, the swift back and forth motion of opening and closing the blade making those around him nervous. That's what he enjoyed about it though – keeping people on edge. Noah couldn't even remember the last time he accidentally drew his own blood and the pain would be fleeting even if he did happen to nick himself. 

That wasn't stopping Jolly from shifting uncomfortably in his seat. It took a lot to make the boss squirm, but Noah sure was a pro at it. He attributed this to his years of practice in the field. 

“Everything is on time?” Jolly cleared his throat, his eyes shifting back and forth between the glint of the freshly sharpened blade and Noah’s relaxed face. 

“Aye, sir,” Noah mocked just as the knife clicked shut for a final time. “Truck hit the last checkpoint around midnight, so the shipment should be arriving within the hour.” 

No one knew that Jolly had recently taken over for his father. The older Karlsson made a point for the shift of power to be kept hush with only the inner circle being made aware. Everyone knew that a transitioning empire would have a moment of turmoil before everything went calm again, but they weren't currently in an area of peace where their empire in particular could handle the shakeup. If it wasn't for Jolly’s father being a little worse for wear, then they would've still had at least a decade to prepare for this. It was a good thing that Noah could remain calm amongst chaos. 

Jolly released a sound of irritation while shuffling the mouse of his computer to wake the screen. “Don't fucking call me ‘sir’,” he grumbled. His face was then illuminated in a wash of blue from the multiple feeds of their security cameras before a few additional clicks threw the images to the large television screen mounted on the wall. They both watched in a momentary silence, Jolly’s eyes shifting between each feed while Noah focused in on one specifically. 

You were balancing a tray of drinks, hips swaying in a natural motion before bending at the knees to pass a table of business men their order. Noah could tell that you were trying your best to smile but he had been watching you enough to know when it was genuine versus forced. He felt a pull to swoop down and rescue you from the hustle and bustle of the long Nocturnal nights but he had a job to do and being your knight in shining armor was not one of them. 

“Are the girls getting along better?” 

“In the Garden or in main?” 

“You know they're too preoccupied in the Garden to give a shit about petty drama.”

Noah did know this because there was rarely an issue with the dancers. The servers on the other hand…they were as catty as could be. He shrugged, his tattooed hands intertwining to tuck behind his head. “It's improving by the day.” 

“Are you sure about that?” 

Another click of the mouse and the squares of different security footage became only one – the feed that was directed at you. There was no audio but Noah didn't need sound to know that you were having a heated exchange with another waitress that he knew as Charlotte. Your jaw was clenched, grip tight on the edges of your serving tray that the bartender was currently filling with an order. Noah had to give you props for fulfilling your duties in a timely manner once the final drink was passed along with the bleach blonde still shrieking. 

Nevertheless, whatever the argument was about, it needed to end. Nocturnal was not going to become one of those clubs, not on his watch. He had helped build this place to what it was today and he would rather die than see its crumbled remains. 

Before Noah could get a word out, the scene that unfurled next played out in slow motion. You were unloading your tray when Charlotte walked by, her hip pointedly jutting into your backside to send not only your tray, but also the remaining drinks crashing down to the table. You fumbled from the impact in an attempt to right yourself but it was too late. You didn't stand a chance against the sneak attack. 

“Goddammit.” Noah groaned, Jolly exhaling one of his own in tandem. 

“Go fucking handle it! Bring them both up!” He hollered.

Noah wanted to argue that this immature nonsense was way beneath his pay grade but he wasn't going to pass up the chance of seeing you up close again. He was still trying to get the color of your eyes just right in his memory. 

READER 

Everything was soaked in a mixture of different alcohols. You, the table, the highly irritated men now hurling a combination of insults and complaints at you. You were frantically trying to clean things up by reaching for toppled over glasses and promising a drink on the house – if you could even do that – but nothing was helping with lessening their anger. 

“Fucking amateur.”

“Can't even serve a drink.”

“Shitty fucking help.”

There was a part of you that was plopped right back down to a year ago when everything you did was heavily critiqued by your ex boyfriend. He always had something to say about the way you held yourself, the foods you liked, your choice of makeup style. Nothing was ever to his standards unless he was the one to choose it. You fucking hated feeling like that helpless girl again, and by a group of strangers no less. 

“I'm so sorry, gentlemen!” you repeated again and again. “I must've slipped.”

You hadn't slipped. You had felt the way Charlotte shoved into you and if you didn't need this job then you would've been whacking her across the head with your now empty tray right this very second. The men continued to rant and you continued to ignore them for all of your sakes. 

Squatting down in the most ladylike way you could, you carried on with cleaning the area. Your hands were shaking, your nerves beginning to get the best of you. Anxiety had only recently become a problem for you and being the center of attention in this regard worsened the effects. You kept telling yourself to suck it up, that these guys weren't Vane, but your brain refused to follow through with the order. There was never a moment that you weren't expecting to look up and see his face staring back at you. 

A hand lightly touching your shoulder caused you to jump and nearly fall over to the now sticky floor. Thankfully you caught yourself at the last second. Your head whipped around, breath catching, just to see hot neighbor towering over you. Fuck. Your fight or flight had just almost kicked in. That really would've been embarrassing.  

“Boss would like a word.” He retracted his hand when he noticed the bewildered look in your eyes, a curious yet concerned gleam flashing within his own at the sight. 

“But, I - uh…I'm cleaning up –” 

“It'll be taken care of. Head for the back stairs and Shauna will show you to his office.” 

Slowly you stood back to your full height, nodding at his instructions. Your hands smoothed down over your skirt to straighten it out, followed by a slight tug at the hem as if that would help further cover the view of your legs from the angry men now narrowed in on you. 

“She looked better on her knees,” one of the men murmured to his pal at his side, both of them erupting into laughter. It was like you were up in VIP again with Marcus taunting you. Why were all men such assholes? 

You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from saying something you may regret. Choosing between your livelihood and your pride was difficult but you knew you would be no good to anyone, not even yourself, if you landed back on hard times. Taking in a deep breath, your eyes cut over to hot neighbor who now appeared to be rather…angry? The lights of Nocturnal encompassed him in red, but something told you that his skin would still be the same shade even under horrid fluorescent bulbs. 

“Now.” He demanded in a deep voice, his head nodding in the direction you were meant to go. The tone he used was frightening, this being more than enough to light the fire beneath your ass that had you quickly scampering across the club to the opposite side where the stairs sat. Just as he had said, Shauna was waiting at the base to guide you up. 

“What did you do to get King all in a tizzy?” Shauna laughed during your journey up the narrow staircase that would've been otherwise hidden had your new tour guide not been waiting. 

“I didn't do anything,” you shrugged. “Who is he, by the way? King?” 

A glance was taken back at you, the same amused expression you were used to seeing whenever you asked a question present across Shauna’s darkly painted lips. “He's the head of security…technically.”

“Technically?”

“He wears a lot of hats around here,” she sighed. “Security, second in command, amongst many other things, and now apparently a waitress wrangler.” 

The small jab made at your expense wasn't lost on you, but it was just one more thing you preferred to stay silent on. You were already stirring the pot a bit too much to have only been employed at Nocturnal for a week and you didn't need to further add to it. This must've been a new record since Shauna had mentioned in passing once that the turn over rate wasn't high. The workers loved it here, yet of course you were the only one having issues. 

Shauna’s pace slowed the further she led you down a dimly lit hallway. You had come to the conclusion that they didn't like light around here. Abruptly stopping in front of a door at the very end of the hallway, she turned to look at you, her eyes immediately sinking into yours. It appeared as if there was something she wanted to say by the way her lips faintly twitched, but she decidedly covered it with another smile. 

An arm extended off to the side to plant three firm knocks on the door, the sound of the lock electronically unlatching following seconds later. “Don't ask too many questions,” Shauna lowly added before she was sidestepping you and strutting back down the endless hallway, but only after she had twisted the doorknob and pushed the thick barrier open a couple of inches. 

X X X

You felt small standing in front of the boss. He was finely dressed in a black suit, a cross earring dangling from his ear, and his long hair secured back into a bun that sat low on his neck, while you were…well, you currently resembled a wet dog after having an entire tray of drinks find their way onto you. 

His face was emotionless as he stared at you, silently sizing you up, but you refused to be intimidated. So, you held his gaze despite the way your trembling fingers were anxiously fidgeting with each other. He must've noticed because he only chuckled and shook his head before releasing a deep breath you hadn't realized he had been holding. 

Well, fuck. Had that been some sort of test? 

“Genevieve…” he slowly spoke, sounding out each syllable to himself. 

“That's not my name. I mean, not really, that's just what I chose to go –”

A hand was lifted to motion for you to stop and his head turned in a single shake. “I know that's not your real name. Everyone here has a chosen alias. Some for fun and others for safety precautions. Doesn't matter to me what you choose to call yourself.”

There was an accent attached to his words, though it was one you couldn't quite place. 

“What does matter to me is how you choose to conduct yourself in my club. And what I saw tonight doesn't reflect too well on my business.” 

There wasn't yet a chance for you to defend yourself and tell your side of the story because the door opened and your conversation was immediately overtaken by Charlotte’s nails-on-a-chalkboard voice. You didn't miss the way the boss let a cringe briefly overtake his otherwise stoic demeanor. 

“I didn't even do anything! She was standing too far out and I accidentally ran into her! It's not my fault she likes to stick her ass out like some feral cat in heat!” 

King was right behind her, the same annoyed expression plastered across his own face. He didn't say a word as he crossed the office to take his place beside where the boss sat at his desk, leaving both you and Charlotte standing on trial before them. 

Your arms crossed over your chest to hug yourself, a chill setting in from all the different beverages soaking into your clothes. Maybe if you let Charlotte keep talking then she would dig her own grave deeper and deeper until there was no way for her to get out. She was already doing a pretty bang up job of it. At least that meant you could get out of there faster. 

Charlotte stepped up beside you with her hands on her hips, one leg extended out a bit further. As if on instinct you shifted a bit to your left, purposely placing a little more space between you and the loud blonde. When you looked up, hot neighbor was watching you, the same curious gleam in his eyes as it had been moments prior. It seemed as if he was always watching you, even when you weren't fully aware of it. You would never forget the way it felt to have his eyes raking across your skin whether it be from a security camera, in person, or from your open window. 

“What happened?” Boss asked, his fingertips lightly planting against the top of his desk. Charlotte immediately raced to recite a scenario you were sure wouldn't be the actual truth, but she was stopped within the first word by the boss holding his hand up to her. “Genevieve.” 

You looked back and forth between the two men watching you. You were expecting to feel uncomfortable beneath their gazes but the only thing bringing you discomfort in that moment was your wet bra. Maybe your naive brain wasn’t scared of them, your intuition telling you that they were not your enemy, or maybe you just hadn't yet clocked them as a source of fear. 

“I was serving my table and she purposely ran into me which caused me to drop my entire tray.” Simple. What more was there to be said on the matter? 

“What prompted the argument you two were seen having beforehand?” 

You could sense Charlotte tensing beside you, the toe of her shoe beginning to lightly tap against the floor in quick succession. She knew this was where she was going to go down for what happened because she couldn't explain it away as an “accident”. That is, if they believed you. Charlotte was a seasoned veteran at Nocturnal, whereas you had only just started. They were already more likely to take her side based on that alone. 

“She…um…she was accusing me of flirting with someone she was interested in.” Your eyes did a quick glance to King since he was the someone in question. “I wasn't, of course, because I've only had one conversation with the guy and she just…assumed.” 

Charlotte witnessed the little run in you had with hot neighbor on your first shift after he had escorted you down from VIP. She found joy in riling you up about it ever since during every one of your shifts, and typically you ignored her, but tonight you had been fed up and finally started trying to defend yourself head on. People, Charlotte specifically, thought you were weak merely because you were quiet. You wanted them to know that it was best not to underestimate you. You just knew how to pick your battles. 

“You made her drop her drinks because of a guy?” The boss was now looking at Charlotte. His tone read as calm but you could tell by the widening of his eyes and the way his hand flattened on the desk that he was growing more and more irritated by the second. “This isn't high school, Charlotte, so why are you acting like an immature child?” 

Charlotte opened her mouth to speak but King’s heavy sigh of boredom put a halt to her attempt. “We don't have time for this,” he exclaimed after taking a glance at his watch. Boss looked his way and hot neighbor raised his brows, both of them partaking in some sort of private silent conversation that you weren't privy to. 

“Your tips are paying for those lost drinks.” The boss concluded after a few beats. “As well as their replacement ones.” 

“What?! Nothing happens to her?!” Charlotte scoffed, her voice again piercing your ears and making you lean back a bit. 

“It's not up for debate! Now out! Get back to work!”  

You were quick to head for the door behind Charlotte, who was grumbling angrily to herself, despite having an eerie feeling that the blonde was going to make the rest of your shift a living hell. Maybe even all of your shifts for the foreseeable future. You had one foot out the door when a hand secured around your bicep, firmly stopping your motions forward. “Not you,” his low voice sounded in your ear, a chill immediately radiating down your spine. 

King was gentle as he pulled you back a step and used his free hand to close the door. He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning your hair and making it tickle your neck. The slightest tilt backwards and you knew his chest would connect with your back, and honestly, you were very tempted to do just that. You had been imagining the way his body would feel against yours for over a month at this point, never once thinking it would actually come to fruition, but now here you were. The only reason why you resisted was because you weren't alone in the room and you didn't need your boss witnessing you becoming a complete puddle for his right hand man. 

“Jolly just wants a few more minutes of your time.”

X X X 

King. Jolly. You felt like you were in some dark fucked up version of Candyland with those names, but instead of the Lollipop Woods and princesses, it was nothing but tattooed men and their load of secrets. Not nearly as tasty as the candy would've been. Well, at least not until you'd become knowledgeable of these secrets. 

You strolled into your apartment a little after 2am, your new boss - Jolly - allowing you to leave early since the entirety of the last bit of your visit with him had consisted of you sitting in front of his desk and shivering. King passed you a Nocturnal t-shirt at some point in an attempt to help warm you but it didn't do nearly as much as either of you were hoping. You swore you saw him briefly contemplating giving you the jacket he wore, though he did a quick glance at Jolly before ultimately deciding against it. You couldn't say you blamed him. 

The quiet of your apartment was welcoming, this finally giving you a chance to hear your own thoughts and actually process the night. Jolly merely wanted to chat with you, your new hire file laid out in front of him, since he hadn't been given the chance to formally introduce himself as he usually would when new employees began. He explained that his father had been the original owner of Nocturnal but he now did the majority of all the work that went along with the club since his dad had his hand in other things. You politely smiled and nodded, unsure as to why he was choosing to tell you this. All in all, he was nice. There was a kindness to him that wasn’t overtly obvious but you could sense it. 

Hot neighbor only spoke up a few times, instead opting to remain seated back in the dark corner with his feet propped up versus at Jolly’s side. This probably meant that you weren't deemed as a threat. He held the same knife from VIP the entire time, and you knew this because the blade would occasionally catch the light and shine on you. Each time it would and you'd glance his way, he would greet you with a barely-there sideways smirk. Fifteen minutes later, he was looking at his phone and then springing to his feet with a reminder to Jolly that they had a shipment to receive. And that was that. End of meeting. 

It was all so normal, the interaction, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. What? You had no idea. 

After your entirely too long and too hot shower, you took solace in front of your open window. His was open as well, as it always was, but there were no signs of movement. This wasn't unusual since you knew he had business to tend to when you left, though you were still curious as to how late he was usually at the club. Was that where he always was when he wasn't home? That's what you were going to tell yourself was true. 

You remained awake for an hour longer, occasionally glancing at his window, but everything remained still. 

X X X 

“Come out with us! Pleaseeeee! Please please!” Mel begged via FaceTime, a dramatic pout pulling at her lips. You could see the usual crowd behind her as she walked down the street, the group headed towards their normal haunt for a few drinks before eventually finding a club. It was the same weekend routine every time. Normally you would attend but you weren't feeling it that night. It was your first day off, as well as night, in awhile, so you were going to take some much needed alone time. 

Your nose scrunched and you shook your head at the phone camera. “I'm really just not feeling up to it,” you explained in a playful whiny voice of your own. “The club has been kicking my ass and I have to be at Red’s bright and early tomorrow.”

“Ugh! Just tell me you're actually having a steamy affair with hot neighbor! Tell me you're going to his place to let him absolutely ravish you!” 

“Yeah, that's totally what's happening,” you joked. “He's getting the whips and ropes ready for me right now.” 

This was even funnier to you because you hadn't yet revealed to Mel that you worked with hot neighbor now. There was no real reason for keeping it from her. Just that it tended to slip your mind when the two of you were around each other. 

“That sounds so sexy! The fuck!” Your best friend squealed, the loud noise causing you to pull the phone back a bit. 

“Okay, you go enjoy yourself! I promise I'll come next time.” 

“Fineee! Love you!” 

The FaceTime call ended with Melinda then laughing at something someone around her said before it all went dark. You sighed softly to yourself, your gaze remaining on the blank screen for a long moment. You were tempted to say ‘fuck it’ and go out but the exhaustion was really starting to hit. You would be no fun. 

As the silence set in, that's when you found yourself wondering about King. All day you had managed to avoid looking at his window because you weren't going to let this random guy be a defining moment in your life. Plus, he was your boss. Kind of. Second in command definitely made him your boss in a way, right? But now that the sun was setting and your loneliness was creeping in, you couldn't stop yourself from glancing over. 

A big part of you was hoping he wouldn't be there. After all, it was the weekend. Okay, it was Sunday, but you knew that was still a busy day for clubs when it came to the city. Nevertheless, you couldn't get involved with him. It wasn't smart for so many reasons and you were really working on trying to be smarter these days. Why did that have to be so hard? 

Taking in a breath, your eyes danced along the other windows of different apartments before ultimately landing on his. No curtains still - go figure - but the space wasn't empty as it had been the night before. There he sat, drink in hand, his focus on the large screen television mounted on his wall. You could barely make out the images but you did know it was some sort of cartoon. Your chin propped comfortably in your hand the further you sat up until you were on your knees leaning over the back. Very similar to how you were positioned the first time you saw him. 

The only difference was that now you didn't care if you got caught watching him. 

When he didn't look your way within the first few seconds, you shifted your focus to the darkening sky. Deep pinks and oranges swirled around, fading into the blue that would soon fully overtake the sky. You couldn't see too much because of the position of the apartment building, but it would have to do for now. You could remember staring at the sky for hours on end in your previous life. It was all you could do when Vane was working and you had no choice but to tag along. You weren't allowed to have a phone to keep you entertained back then. Not even just to play Candy Crush or some nonsense like that. Look at you now, still staring at the same sky, thinking the same wonder-filled thoughts. Old habits truly did die hard. 

It was the slight motion in the corner of your eye that brought you back down to the present. King was looking at you, his hand waving to help draw your attention. When he noticed you looking he offered a friendly smile, one you returned without hesitation. The fact that he seemed much nicer outside of the club confused you, but you were going to continue to believe that he was wearing a mask at Nocturnal. You at least hoped that was the mask and this version of him wasn't. Not that you cared…since you were being smarter and all that…

King raised his hand to his head, his fingers shifting so that his thumb was at his ear and his pinky at his mouth. The universal symbol for ‘phone’. Was he asking for your number? Your brows furrowed slightly, your thoughts running rampant. This was not something you had seen coming. At least he was asking instead of simply taking it from your file, though. 

Nodding, you brushed your hair away from your shoulder to ready yourself for the task of using your hands to communicate your phone number. You slowly tossed up each number, hot neighbor looking from you to his phone every time until he had all the information he needed. Seconds later, your phone vibrated, a message from an unknown number popping up. You immediately saved it under ‘hot neighbor', naturally. 

HOT NEIGHBOR: Hello, neighbor. 

You arched an eyebrow at the simple greeting, your eyes briefly glancing back up to where he still stood across the walkway. He was looking at you, phone in hand, patiently waiting for your response. 

YOU: Caught you staring. 

HOT NEIGHBOR: I decided to take a play from your book. 

HOT NEIGHBOR: Seems like it worked. 

You couldn't fight the smile that spread across your lips. Your teeth sunk down into the lower tier while you simultaneously shifted so you were sitting down on your couch again. Your back to the window to keep the view of your face hidden. The last thing you needed was hot neighbor seeing you smile as you made the mistake of getting closer to him. 

YOU: Are you watching cartoons? 

HOT NEIGHBOR: I'm an adult, Genevieve. It's anime. 

The use of your work name made your lips twist in distaste. You were already pretending to be a different person in your day to day life. You didn't need to mix things up even more with the addition of your Nocturnal alias. Something about it just didn't sit right with you. 

YOU: You can call me by my actual name when we're not at work. 

Funny, since even that also wasn't your actual name.

HOT NEIGHBOR: I guess that means I should extend the same courtesy to you. 

YOU: Is King not your name? 

HOT NEIGHBOR: It's a nickname from when Jolly and I were younger. 

The gray typing bubbles continued to pop up and disappear, as if he was unsure of what to say. You watched them do the same dance a few times, your curiosity rising by the second. What could he possibly be typing? 

HOT NEIGHBOR: My name is Noah. 

X X X

Three hours. That's how long you spent texting with Noah the previous night and you were definitely feeling it. Two Red Bulls, a cup of black coffee, and a couple of pieces of some weird energy gum Mel had told you about wasn't even enough to keep you from yawning every few minutes. Yes, you were exhausted, but you didn't regret a minute of it. Maybe you would one day when you were forced to remember why getting close to people was a bad idea, but you were going to live in ignorant bliss until then. 

“I told you not to run yourself into the ground.” Red wagged his finger at you like a stereotypical grandfather would. “It was going to come back and bite you in the ass.” 

You laughed, shaking your head at him. You continued to go through the motions of folding his linens as he hobbled into the room with the help of his solid wooden cane. Red was a kind man, at least from what you could tell. He enjoyed reciting stories to you from his heyday and introducing you to new foods that his personal chef would whip up. You disliked a lot of them because of how picky you were but Red got a kick out of listening to your outlandish comparisons. 

“I know, I know,” you heavily sighed. “I was off from the club yesterday, but I still stayed up too late.” 

Red released a breath as he lowered himself down into his favorite sitting chair. His eyes remained on you, a knowing smile occupying his lived-in face. “You're too young to get caught up in the headache of boys. Or girls. Or whoever you're interested in. You need to live a little first.”

You both laughed as you set the neatly folded sheets aside and began working on the basket of towels. If only Red knew that you had ‘lived’ enough for multiple lifetimes. None of which you had any desire to relive. So why were you going down the same path with Noah? Of course you didn't want to believe that's what was happening because it felt so good in the beginning stages like this, but you knew better than anyone how it could abruptly turn and crash. You had the scars to prove it. 

“I'm not getting caught up. I promise. I'm just…making friends.”

“Friends,” Red snorted. “That's how I ended up with five kids, by making friends.” 

“Red!” You lightly smacked his arm with the towel in your grasp, your lighthearted laughter continuing. It felt good to be able to have a relaxing conversation like this, even if it was with an older man pushing eighty. In your opinion this only meant he was better at giving advice than anyone else in your life. 

Still grinning, he reached for the remote on the side table by his chair and turned the TV on. Before you knew it, a CSI rerun was on and Red was leaned back, lightly snoring. 

X X X 

HOT NEIGHBOR: What are you doing? 

You used one hand to retrieve your phone from your back pocket as the other placed a small pile of washcloths in the hall linen closet. Your heart began to race when you saw who the message was from, cheeks instantly reddening. Well…fuck. That wasn't a good sign for your mental well being. 

YOU: Folding an old man’s laundry at my day job. Yes, it's just as exciting as it sounds. 

HOT NEIGHBOR: Drop a pin and I'll bring you coffee. 

You had to give it to him, he surely was straight to the point. You did as he said because what harm could come from a quick coffee visit? Plus, you desperately needed more caffeine. You would take an IV of it straight into the vein if it was offered to you. 

Half an hour later you received a message from Noah saying that he was outside. You took a glance at Red’s still sleeping form as you tip toed out of the house, carefully maneuvering your way down the narrow stone path that led to a small black wrought iron gate. It was only waist high, but it was a nice little touch in front of his city mansion. Typically flowers would be lining the path as well, but the frigid air kept them at bay for now. 

Arms crossed over your chest, your eyes zeroed in on Noah who was standing on the sidewalk. He was once again wearing his usual black on black attire, black gloves, and a black coat to finish off the look. How was he so effortlessly attractive? You could assume he was heading for the club based on his outfit alone. Not only that, but he appeared perplexed. His brows were furrowed, his eyes constantly looking up and down the sidewalk like he was on the search for someone. 

“Hey,” you breathed out into the cold as you stepped closer after latching the small gate behind you. Noah extended the second coffee to you which you graciously took and immediately sipped from. You didn't even want to know how he knew your coffee order. Sure, it was simple, but how did he get it so perfect? 

“This is where you work?” He motioned to the large brick building behind you. You glanced back at the house along with him, nodding. 

“Yeah, it's pretty easy. I'm basically a glorified errand runner slash housekeeper.” 

Noah slowly nodded, though his puzzled look refused to break. You weren't at the point yet where you could call him out for it, at least not in the way you would've wanted by just being straight forward. 

“Everything okay?” You eventually asked, to which Noah relaxed his shoulders and smiled at you. 

“Sorry, yeah. I was just remembering something I needed to do at the club.” 

“Oh, okay. Well, how much do I owe you for the coffee?” 

“What? No, you don't owe me anything.” He was now peering at you as if you had two heads. “Consider it an apology for keeping you up so late.” 

“No apology needed.” You wanted to tell Noah that you actually enjoyed talking to him. He made you feel comfortable, as odd as that may have sounded since he was still practically a stranger. But you didn't. You skirted the topic completely. “Did you want to come inside? I didn't mean to leave you standing out here in the cold.” 

“I've really got to get to the club. I just wanted to see you for a minute”. 

“Well…you've seen me.” You laughed, your hip dipping a bit and your free hand motioning towards yourself. Fuck, that was so lame. Hopefully it wasn't too obvious to him that you were completely out of your comfort zone. You weren't good at this sort of thing. You couldn't even remember the last time you had tried genuinely flirting with someone. 

Noah's dark eyes focused on yours, his look intense. You felt bared beneath his gaze, vulnerable, but something about it kept you hanging on. 

“That I have.” 

NOAH

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

He tried not to seem too flustered as he said his goodbyes to you and headed down the street. The further he walked from your eyesight, the faster his steps became. Noah hated leaving you like that because he could sense your confusion but it was for the best. There was no telling who within that house was watching you with him and he didn't want to put your well being in danger anymore than he probably already had. 

As he turned the corner, he quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Jolly. It only took two rings for him to pick up because Jolly knew better than anyone that he didn't call people. He actually despised talking on the phone. He would only do it for Jolly and now maybe you too, if that's what you wanted. 

“We have a problem,” he breathed out the moment the call connected. Dark eyes continued to dart about, every nerve in his body on edge. 

“What kind of problem?” 

“Our lovely little Genevieve is working for the enemy.” 

There was a long moment of silence and then Jolly sighed. “Which enemy?” 

“The worst one.” Noah didn't need to give any further explanation. His best friend knew how hard it was for him to think about the past, let alone talk about it. After all, it wasn't everyday he was plunged back into the memories of the night his parents were killed. 

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Noah slouches on the couch, his gaze unfocused, barely registering the chatter around him. It's a bad day. Sometimes they just happen to him.

You notice it right away, you always do: something is missing in him, and there’s a heaviness in the way he holds himself. It’s subtle, but you’ve known him long enough to see when something’s off.

You move closer to him, sitting beside him on the couch. He doesn’t look up at first, but you can feel the tension in his body, even from just sitting next to him. You gently place your hand on his arm, and that’s when he looks at you, just a flicker of his tired eyes meeting yours.

"Hey, you okay?" you ask softly, voice gentle. You don’t need him to explain, not yet. You just want him to know you're here.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just nods slightly, looking away like he's trying to hide the truth. You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it, but you’re not going to let it go.

Without a word, you slowly reach out, your arms wrapping around him in a warm hug. Noah doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans into you, his arms circling your back like he’s holding on for dear life. His grip tightens, as though your hug is the only thing keeping him grounded, and you don’t hesitate to rub his back gently, your hand moving in slow circles. The simple act of holding him, of being there for him, seems to melt away some of the tension in his body.

For a moment, everything feels still, like nothing else matters. He presses his face into your shoulder, breathing you in as if the simple comfort of your presence is the only thing keeping the world from collapsing in on him. You feel the way his arms cling to you, the way he just wants to stay there.

You don’t say anything more. There’s no need to. Sometimes words aren’t enough, and this moment just holding him is enough. Your arms around his neck, your hand gently rubbing his back, all of it so natural, so comforting. You’re not doing anything extraordinary, you think. You’re just being there.

But Noah can’t help the way his heart stirs, the way he feels more at peace in this moment than he has all day. He closes his eyes, letting your embrace wrap around him like a lifeline, and he wishes, just for a second, that it could last forever, with your body pressed agains his and with his arms around your waist. He loves the way you hold him, the way your presence makes everything feel like it might just be okay. It’s simple, and the way he feels when you hold him and everything immediately is better feels so wrong and so right at the same time.

As much as he ever loved all his friends and best friends throughout his life, no one had ever made him feel like you. He had never loved anyone like you.

[noahshands]

May we never forget this gem

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▷ chapter one

noah is your neighbor and your new favorite view thanks to his lack of curtains. you're pretty sure he prefers it this way. but the man you've created in your imagination is nothing like reality and you soon find yourself falling prey to a past lifestyle you had been desperately on the run from. trigger warnings : language, eventual smut, violence, mention/flashbacks of abuse, alcohol and drug use, sexual harassment/assault (nongraphic). word count : 6.2k

“Goddamn. This apartment just got so much better.”

Your mouth fell agape after you followed your best friend’s gaze until you were both staring across to the window opposite of yours. With only a narrow walkway separating the two apartment buildings, it gave you a perfect view into the curtainless home. 

A man stood in the living room, shirtless, his torso of tattoos on display for you to gawk at. Your eyes trailed the bits of bare skin slowly, pausing just where his black athletic shorts sat low on his hips. He was doing some stretches that you immediately recognized as yoga poses. Not your workout of choice but who were you to judge when your breakfast that morning had been a stale bag of Doritos? 

“Fuck…I didn't know yoga could be so hot.” 

Both you and Melinda - Mel - took synchronized steps closer before kneeling onto your couch, elbows resting on the back ledge for comfort. 

“Should we be watching him like this? I mean…doesn't it make us kinda creepy?”

Mel shrugged, her palms shifting to cradle her chin as she stared adoringly at your way too hot neighbor. “Nah, it's fine. It would only be creepy if he was watching you work out.”

“Sounds a little hypocritical.” 

“He's the one half naked in front of an open window!” She motioned dramatically to the lack of coverings on the floor to ceiling windows of his apartment. “He's asking to be watched.” 

With a roll of your eyes you could only laugh, head shaking at your friend. You weren't going to touch on that specific topic with her because Mel could be rather sensitive at times. The last thing you needed after enduring the stress of moving was to have a petty argument break out. 

“Shit, I gotta go. I'd love to sit and watch this absolutely stunning show all day, but Madam Roslyn needs her brat’s dry cleaning.”

Your nose scrunched at the mention of Mel's boss. She used the term ‘Madam’ in mockery towards the horrid woman, although that's how Roslyn preferred to be addressed. She clearly didn't view it as laughable as the rest of the city did when referring to a millionaire with two ridiculously evil twins. 

“Tell Satan and Lucifer ‘hi’ for me.” 

“You do know that's pretty redundant, right?”

“Yeah, but I don't care. It gets my point across.” You waved her off with a motion of your hand before bringing the same hand to your lips to blow a kiss in her direction. 

“Bye, bitch! Let me know if you go fuck your neighbor!” 

The request didn't even warrant a response because of how unlikely that scenario actually was. Mel knew this too. She had begged you on many occasions to go out and 'stretch your legs' again aka spread them for whatever guy looked your way at a bar, and each time you did exactly the opposite. That wasn't a mistake you were going to make again. Too many scars still lingered from last time – physical and mental. 

After Mel securely closed your front door you allowed your attention to shift back out the window. Although this time when you looked out a pair of eyes were staring back at you. His hands were on his hips, his breathing slightly labored, both of you holding the other's gaze for a beat too long. Your eyes widened and you froze as you were caught in the act, but the guy only did what you could assume was a laugh from so far away, his hand then lifting in a slight wave. 

You dropped down to your couch suddenly so you were no longer visible. Your heart hammering away violently within your chest. Dammit. How fucking awkward. 

X X X 

Days were long and the nights even longer. You had managed to pick up a couple of jobs to help ease the financial burden of moving despite the hefty amount of cash stashed away beneath a pried up floorboard in your closet. It wasn't the greatest hiding place but you didn't want to risk such a large sum of money randomly going into your bank account. You feared it would trigger an alert of sorts to those you were better off without. The feeling of having to hide was exhausting and you wished more than anything that things didn't have to be this way. 

If only you had been smarter. Less naive. Not so gullible. 

You yawned as you kicked your shoes off after a tiring day of being a personal errand girl for an old man that simply went by Red. Mel had helped you get the job through her connections with Madam Roslyn and the man reminded you of your grandfather when he had been alive and well. It was an opportunity you hadn't been able to pass up. The pay was decent and he was kind enough to give you the main holidays and most weekends off. What more could you ask for in the bustling city? 

Unfortunately, his generous pay still wasn't enough to keep you afloat and comfortable in your new life. Never would you go back to skipping meals or clinging to someone because of the way they ‘took care’ of you. You were determined to do it on your own. 

“Shauna said you can get a job with her!” 

There was a fury of noise in the background of wherever Mel was, leading you to believe she had agreed to stay later with Madam Roslyn’s little terrors. Thank god you had gotten a better deal with Red’s assistant gig. Mouthy children were not your forte. 

“The Shauna who works at that one club? The one with black velvet walls?” 

“Wait…how big are your tits?” 

You paused from tugging your shirt off to look at the phone as if your best friend could see your expression from across the city. Your unamused face was from both her knack of ignoring your questions and also asking some ridiculous ones of her own. 

“Okay, whatever, doesn't matter. You're hot and have a nice ass.” Mel quickly covered as if her question hadn't caused hundreds of others to arise. 

“What the hell kind of job is this? But I can't leave Red anyway, not after he talked to me all day today about how his grandkids never visit anymore. Shit is depressing.” You scurried around your room while changing into your comfortable attire for the evening. Oversized tee, pajama shorts, and fuzzy socks. It didn't matter what time of the year it was because your feet were always freezing. 

“That's the beauty of it!” Mel squealed in delight from the other end of the call. “It's a nighttime gig. I think she said she goes in around eight and gets off at two –”

“In the morning?!” 

“I know you aren't worried about getting your beauty rest. I've seen you party all night and rally for work with fifteen minutes of sleep on the bus.” 

Okay, she had you there. You were the queen of functioning with little to no sleep. It was both a blessing and a curse. 

“Maybe. I guess. I'll have to see what kind of availability I'd be able to give.” 

With one hand carrying your phone and the other clutching a box of crackers, a pack of cheese tucked into your elbow, you came to an abrupt halt in front of your couch. Right across the currently empty sidewalk was your hot neighbor…naked…with a girl pressed against the glass. Her back was to you and her legs wrapped securely around his hips, that of which were currently ricocheting between her thighs at a rapid pace. Your eyes widened, the words you had been about to speak to Mel dying on your tongue to leave nothing but the sound of her trying to grab your attention. 

“Hello? Helloooo?” 

“He's fucking a girl right now.”

“What? Who? Oh my god! Hot neighbor?!” 

You nodded, and even though Mel couldn't see you she still erupted in excitement as if she was standing right beside you and witnessing the act as well. 

“What does she look like? Is she hot too? I bet he bags all the tattooed baddies.” 

“All I can see is the back of her head and her ass, Mel. I don't know.” 

The phone in your hand was set down after you switched it to speaker, your “girl dinner” also dropping to the couch to be tended to in a few. You were frantically trying to close your curtains to give him some privacy whether he wanted it or not, but your sudden movements must've somehow garnered his attention. 

Just as you were about to fully close your curtains his head tilted in your direction, your eyes meeting again just as they had a few days prior, but this time over the unaware girl’s shoulder. And just like then, you froze. His thrusts slowed to a pace that you just knew had to be agonizingly torturous, though you could tell by the rippling of the girl's ass that he was still being rather rough. A faint smirk tugged at his lips…or what you assumed was a smirk due to the distance between your windows. No, you were pretty sure he was smirking at you. Had he even been waiting for you to appear and see the show? 

Okay, so hot neighbor was smug as hell. You couldn't say you were surprised by that. Just the eye contact you two held was enough to drive a warmth through the entirety of your body, more specifically right between your thighs. A chill even radiated down your spine despite your flushed skin and you briefly found yourself wondering what it was like to currently be that girl pressed against his window. 

“Flash your tits! Maybe he’ll invite you over to join!” 

“Melinda!” You hissed, the screech of the curtains finally coming together to block out the scene interrupting your scolding. 

“Fuck. This guy has got to get some blinds or something.” 

Later that night while in bed, your hand had drifted down between your thighs to help ease the tension that had grown rather quickly all thanks to that damned smirk. 

X X X 

There were times when you were alone that you let your thoughts get the best of you. Your overthinking had become less and less controlled until it ate you up, leaving your cuticles in tatters and the constant sound of your foot tapping against the hardwood floor had become the soundtrack of your life. You were terrified constantly. There were so many things that could go wrong that you were truly just waiting for the pin to drop because you knew it would eventually, it was just a matter of when. 

When would you be found? When would you make the single dumb decision that would change your life forever? When would you end up six feet under at the hands of the people you were once involved with? 

Living with these thoughts day to day wasn't healthy. You knew this. You didn't need to pay some $500 an hour specialist to recite the obvious, nor did you need to sit around in a circle and reveal your deepest thoughts to strangers in a support group that only had fake sympathies to offer. This was something you could handle on your own, or so you liked to constantly remind yourself. If your past had told you anything, it was that you couldn't rely on anyone but yourself anyway. 

You took in a deep breath, held it, and then slowly exhaled while counting backwards from ten. The trick didn't work as well as it used to but you were still hopeful with every attempt. It was your first day off in over a week and while your body desperately needed the rest, your brain was still going a million miles a minute. There was a bottle of overpriced wine you had yet to touch that was living in your fridge, that of which could easily take the worries away, but you resisted. That was only a temporary fix. 

As you shifted your position on the couch for the first time in two hours, you couldn't stop your gaze from drifting out the window. Most of the time he was never there, obviously off living his life to the fullest and unconcerned about you, the strange woman who creepily watched him. But much to your surprise, there he sat. He appeared to be alone from the glimpse you took, his long body spread out on his couch in a mimic of your own. Maybe he felt your eyes on him or maybe he had been curious about you as well because after only a couple of seconds his head lifted and angled perfectly for where you sat.

Like every time before, he didn't shy away from your stare. You decided to follow his lead and not look elsewhere either. You could even feel the faintest smile appearing over your lips, a friendly acknowledgement that you saw him and also saw him seeing you.

Hot neighbor’s eyebrows pulled together slightly and his head nodded upwards, a curious expression working over his features. You figured he wanted to know what you were doing, so you promptly lifted your book so he could see the spread pages. It wasn't like he had to know that you hadn't flipped a single one in a good hour. He nodded, his face now reading as impressed. A brief moment later and he was exchanging the same information with you, allowing you to see the notebook and pen held within his hands. A writer? How interesting. 

It was amazing what could be communicated without words. 

Long, drawn out seconds later, you both returned to your own lives, but you still occasionally found yourself glancing to his curtainless window. 

X X X 

“H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!” You loudly sang with the group crowded into your apartment, all of you tossing your hands up along with the lyrics in the way Chappell Roan had bestowed upon you. 

Surely you would get a fine for being so loud but you and Captain Morgan couldn't care less. At that moment you were having the time of your life for the first time in months and that's what was important to you. Not work. Not the dark cloud looming over your head. Nothing but having the best fucking time before reality set in. 

Mel danced up against you as you ground your hips into Dean, one of your other friends who always had the best manicures and didn't know what a “full length shirt” was. If he wasn't showing off his abs then what was the point of life? All his words. 

“Order up, I'm hot to goooo!” You tossed your hair around and dragged your hands along the length of your body, paying special attention to your chest and hips - both of which were accentuated in the dress you wore. 

How had you ever thought throwing a “house warming” party would be a bad idea? God, sober you was such a fucking drag sometimes. Parties were fun as hell and you made a silent pledge to yourself right then to have them more. 

As your fingertips dragged along your thighs, hiking the hem of your dress up a bit in the process, you felt your body becoming abnormally warm. Alcohol always made you flush but this was a different sensation, one that had only recently become known to you. You wanted to look around your apartment because you would've sworn he was in the same room as you, simply watching you dance and have a good time. No way could his stare be this powerful from all the way in the apartment building opposite of yours. 

But alas, you were wrong. 

Your glitter dusted eyes drifted to your window where twinkling lights had been hung. You could just barely make out the image of his silhouette across the walkway, one hand in his pocket as the other arm rested against the glass above his head. Thanks to his eyes acting like actual fingers, you didn't need to question the possibility of what he was focused on. You could feel every trace along your heated skin.

Although he was a distance away, you were imagining that he was right across the room. Watching you. Devouring you. Dean wandered off to join a duo he excitedly greeted as they walked in, leaving the front of your body on full display for hot neighbor. Your hips continued to sway while your hands trailed along your body, one paying special attention to your breasts as the other slowly lowered back down to where the short hem of your dress rested at the top of your thighs. You imagined him licking his lips and raising his eyebrows for you to continue, silently challenging you to put on more of a show for him. 

It didn’t matter how many people were in your apartment and could see you because everything you did in that moment was for him and only him. 

Ever so slowly your fingers dipped beneath your dress to trace along your inner thigh to tease him, and also yourself in the process. You didn't think it was possible for his gaze to become even heavier but you swore it drank you in and swallowed you up. The hand on your chest pushed up against your breast and your fingers dug into the ample flesh, threatening to tug the fabric down and bare yourself to him. Every inch of your body was aflame, your nerves screaming to be touched by his heavily tattooed hands you had daydreamed of on more than one occasion. 

You had no idea what it was about this man that had you in such a chokehold. Everything about him was unknown to you, yet you still craved him. Maybe even more than you had ever desired anyone before. 

The sound of your name being repeated pulled you from your trance until you had no choice but to rip your gaze from his. The music blasting through your apartment came flooding back in and you were suddenly aware of where you were again, as well as all the people surrounding you. Thankfully it didn't seem as if anyone had noticed your little bout of hypnosis. 

“We need towels!” Mel was calling to you from over the music, motioning towards the kitchen where an obnoxiously drunk guy appeared to have knocked over an entire bottle of Tito’s Vodka. The liquor was puddled on the floor, shards of glass glistening in the liquid it previously housed. 

“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled before yelling back to Mel an explanation of where she could find some spare towels. Maybe you should've gone to clean it up yourself since you were the host but you were eager to get back to the eye fucking you had been participating in with hot neighbor. Unfortunately, when you looked back through the large windows, his apartment was empty. 

X X X

“I feel so ridiculous,” you murmured to yourself beneath your breath, following the statement up with a heavy sigh. For the tenth time you tugged at the tiny black skirt you had been provided to wear, the hem riding up your ass and cupping your cheeks in a suggestive yet desirable way. Maybe Mel had been right when she said you had a nice ass. Too bad it had taken your physical discomfort for you to realize this. 

A blonde woman that appeared to be a few years older than you glanced your way with a snarky grimace, her eyes then rolling after taking you in. You tried not to pay any attention to her as you adjusted the straps of your top, as well as your breasts that were popping out. You had been told to wear your best bra, which you had, and now you could see why the request had been made. The uniforms at Nocturnal left very little to the imagination, but at least you were still wearing clothes. 

You couldn't say as much for the red head that was sauntering around the dressing room with her tits out without a care in the world. Damn. How were you supposed to get that amount of confidence? It wasn't that you were insecure, but being in the sort of relationship you had previously had definitely done a number on your mental state. You had been conditioned to believe that showing your body for anyone but him was one of the biggest sins. Amongst many other things but you had been trying very hard not to allow your thoughts to drift to those dark places. Something as simple as a v-neck t-shirt had earned you a reprimand on more than one occasion. 

“You're the new girl, yeah?” The attitude-filled blonde questioned while swiping eyeliner along her lower lash line. You glanced at her through the mirror you stood before, responding with only a slight nod. Her eyes looked you up and down again, a throaty laugh following her heavy gaze. “They're just going to looove you. New meat.” 

“Shut the hell up, Charlotte. Why do you always have to be so catty with the new ones?”

Shauna came strutting into the room at just the right time to prevent you from making an enemy on day one. She stood at your side, one hand on her curvy hip, the other resting upon your bare shoulder. The snarky blonde that you now knew as Charlotte simply rolled her eyes in the same exaggerated fashion again, a manicured hand waving in dismissal to Shauna. 

“Don't mind her,” Shauna leaned in a bit closer to you as if she was telling a secret but the volume of her voice never lowered. “She's just bitter because she doesn't get good tips anymore after her botched boob job. She's scared you'll take all of King’s attention. Not like she ever really had it to begin with.” 

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing despite your attempt to stifle it. Charlotte shot a glare at you, her fist tightening around her curling iron that she was using to touch up portions of her hair. 

“Oh, please. She's clearly not experienced enough to draw his eye. I'm not worried.” 

“Who's King?” You looked back and forth between the two women, your confusion beyond evident. Charlotte again chuckled, her tongue swiping over her plump lips while giving Shauna a look that read as 'seriously?’. 

“As I said, I'm not worried.” 

“So grouchy,” Shauna whispered while giving your shoulder a squeeze. You couldn't help but to notice how they both ignored your question. “But you look amazing! I knew you'd fit right in around here.” 

“What did she mean by all of that? Who's going to love me?” As far you knew, this was supposed to be a simple waitressing gig at a club. Sure, there was a room towards the back that housed the nude dancers but you had made it very clear that wasn't going to be your area. 

Shauna smiled kindly at you, soft laughter emitting from her. “She probably just meant the regulars,” she explained as she took your hand and began to lead you out of the dressing room. “They're the best tippers and are always on a first name basis with the girls. A few can get a little handsy but they know the servers are off limits. They have to go to the back rooms for that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in further confusion but you didn't dare voice your questions. While you weren't naive when it came to this sort of “scene”, you also weren't well versed in it. All you really knew was what you had seen from movies and read in your books, as well as the conversations you'd eavesdrop in on between your ex and his pals. Never did you think you'd actually be a part of any of it. 

Shauna dragged you along to the bar off to the side. The music was loud enough that you couldn't even hear yourself think, so you had no idea how you were supposed to take drink orders in this place. Bodies were already piled in, all of them dancing and swaying to the music, tabletops filled with those enjoying the scenery and atmosphere. Nothing too out of the ordinary so far in comparison to waitressing jobs in the past. Those had been at family friendly restaurants, but how different could it really be? 

“I'm going to start you off with a couple of lower tables, okay? Only until you get the hang of it.” Shauna had her mouth close to your ear as she explained things, aiding in your inability to read her lips well enough. 

“I'm just taking drink orders, right? It can't be too bad.” You shrugged, a notepad and pen now in your grasp that she had passed your way. Shauna side eyed you with a smile and a slow nod of her head, silently communicating that she wasn't too sure about that. 

“Only thing you really need to know is that you've gotta smile and be friendly! These guys aren't dropping hundreds of dollars to be served by a witch with a stick up her ass. No matter how nice it may be. They like attention and thinking they have a shot with you, even though they have zero chances.” Shauna’s laughter continued as her eyes traveled along what appeared to be business men along the opposite side where the more private booths were located. “But like you said, it can't be too bad, yeah?” 

Oh, how wrong you had been. Only a couple of hours in and your feet were already aching, your black top damp and chest sticky from the drink you had recently spilled on yourself, and your frustrations were rising by the minute. It didn't help that Charlotte had decided to steal one of your main tables, leaving you with only one, as well as a couple of small bar tops. Despite your overwhelmed demeanor, the club never stopped filling. More and more bodies pressed together and you swore the music had also been cranked higher, the lights dimmed red to further set the vibe. Fuck, you were going to crash and burn on only your first night. 

“Hey!” A whistle garnered your attention, your head quickly turning to the bartender whose name you still hadn't caught. “Can you take these to VIP?” He slid a couple of glasses your way and then began to take the order of another patron before you could even reply. Your mouth opened and closed in an attempt to explain that you weren't serving VIP that night. You didn't even know where the hell VIP was. 

“Up those steps and to the right!” The same red head from the dressing rooms earlier sauntered by you while carrying a tray of empty glasses that she quickly disposed of and replaced with fresh drinks. She was no longer naked, instead adorned in the same uniform as every other waitress. 

“I…Shauna told me to stay on the lower levels,” you tossed back nervously, shaking your head. 

“Look, we're swamped! Just take the drinks up and then I'll take VIP again after I drop these off. Easy!” Then, just like the bartender, the red head was disappearing before you could respond. 

You looked at the drinks, the winding stairs that lead to the VIP level, and then back to the drinks. The glasses were already starting to sweat so you knew you had a narrow window before they became too watered down. With a deep breath, you snatched up the drinks and strutted towards the steps with as much confidence as your exhausted limbs could muster. Which, honestly, wasn't much. 

One step was cautiously taken after another, the music fading the higher you ascended. You sighed in relief when your ability to hear just yourself again resurfaced and you suddenly realized why VIP was so sought after by all the waitresses. You knew it couldn't be solely because of the tips you were likely to secure. It was also the peace of mind. 

VIP was darker than the lower levels because the lights shifting through the space never angled correctly to douse it in much color. You figured this was done with a purpose. The back perimeter was lined with black leather sectionals, glass tables centered in front of each one, and there was a railing that allowed patrons to overlook the lower level. Since this wasn't a very party-heavy area, you couldn't help but to assume it's where business took place. You had been in spaces like this many times before finding your way to this city. The thought made you uneasy because “business” sometimes meant paperwork and meetings, but it could also mean something more violent. 

Three men sat off to the right, two of them smoking cigars while the other fidgeted with something in his hand. A coin, by the looks of it. Silence overtook them when one noticed you, his eyes immediately raking over your body. It felt nothing like it did when hot neighbor did the same. Both were strangers but there was something about this particular unknown man you didn't care for. He was older, which wasn't the problem, it was more so the dead look in his eyes. 

“My sincerest apologies for the delay, gentleman,” you smiled while laying it on thick. 

“Where's Dana?” 

The man to the right spoke up, his disdain towards you quite obvious. You figured Dana was the red head you had spoken to at the bar, or so you were going to safely assume. “She’s briefly tied up with another table. She'll be right back with you. Until then, can I get you anything else?” You forced a smile, the sweetest possible in the moment. 

“Yeah,” the same rude man took a swallow from his drink and then motioned for you to step closer. “Come here. I haven't seen you before. I'd remember.” 

There was no hesitation in your motions as you closed the space between yourself and the man, no matter how uneasy he made you. Nothing had happened to make you believe he was outwardly dangerous, although you could see right through him. You knew he was the type that liked to destroy others. It was written in his eyes and the $20,000 watch hanging from his wrist. 

“What's your name?” 

Shit. Shauna had told you earlier to make up an alias for yourself and you had been too caught up with actually working that you had forgotten. She explained it was for safety but also because it could be fun to play someone else. You didn't tell her you were already doing as much and it wasn't nearly as fun as the club assumed. 

“Genevieve,” you slowly drawled. The name of your late grandmother. Oh how she’d get a kick out of this. 

The man smirked through a cloud of smoke, his lifeless eyes again looking you up and down. “Genevieve. How beautiful.” He was suddenly reaching out for you, his hand grasping your wrist to pull you closer. Keeping a hold of your wrist, he set his drink aside to free the other so he could grope along your hip and down the side of your exposed thigh. You softly gasped in shock but you didn't jerk away like your mind was screaming at you to do. Instead you stood frozen, fear shuddering through your veins. 

“Hasn't the boss and his right hand already warned you about touching the servers?” One of the other men laughed as if you were nothing more than an object for their enjoyment. In their eyes that's exactly what you were. 

Dead Eyes kept his focus on you, his rough fingertips still trailing your thigh. “Fuck the boss and his little bitch boy. What's his name? King? Kid thinks he runs this place.” 

Tears threatened to well in your eyes but you refused to let your fear show. That's what men like these wanted. They craved to feel the power they held over others, but especially women. It made them feel special in their minuscule lives. In reality, it made them weak. 

The man you stood before halted the motion of his hand just as it grazed the back of your thigh and threatened to disappear beneath your already barely-there skirt. His eyes were now looking past you, annoyance showing in his hollow gaze before his hand fell from your body. He dropped your wrist with a force while simultaneously pushing you back an inch. 

“You were already given a warning, Marcus. Two, if I remember correctly.” A new voice greeted your ears, yet you were still too frozen to turn and see who it belonged to. You could feel his eyes, though. It was so familiar. Heavy. “But here you are, still harassing the staff.” 

A figure stepped around you, gently nudging you back a few more steps. He was much taller than you with dark hair, his outfit black on black, at least from what you could tell from behind. There was something about him that commanded the attention of the room and you were more than willing to give it to him. So much that you hadn't even noticed the way he was leaning closer to the man now known as Marcus, his body slightly bent and an extended hand holding something to the repulsive man's neck. A peek to the left and you could just barely see the black splotches of ink that covered his own hand. 

“Why do you insist on touching what doesn't belong to you?” His voice lowered, the words being hissed in a threatening manner. “Don't make me remind you again just who here is the real bitch boy.” 

Marcus murmured something that sounded like an agreement, maybe an apology, which was apparently enough for the man because he stood back to his full height and then closed the knife you hadn't previously realized he was in possession of. As he turned to the side you could see the bright red line of blood that was sliced into Marcus' neck - his punishment. The wound was shallow, definitely not deadly, but you figured it got his point across. 

The man was then facing you and you slowly raised your attention to him. Your breath caught in your throat and recognition flared in your eyes. You were sure the brief shock you saw in his gaze mimicked your own, though his was fleeting and quickly returned back to the hardened glare. 

Hot neighbor. 

“I'll be sure to mention to the boss that we had a talk tonight, gentlemen.” The man spoke to the small group without so much as a glance back to them. His attention was too focused on you, his hand placed on the middle of your back to help guide you around and towards the spiral staircase. You assumed he was going to leave you once you began your descent but he was right on your heels for the entirety of the trek, only pausing once you nearly reached the lower level. 

Lightly grasping your arm, he gave a gentle tug to bring you closer before you could scurry away. “I think a 'thank you’ is in order.” You could hear the smile in his voice, as if this situation was amusing to him. Maybe it was. You knew next to nothing about him so it wasn't as if you could truly gauge his reaction. 

“I didn't need your help,” you fired back. You didn't like to be told what to do by men on a power trip. Not anymore. “I could've handled it myself.”

“Really?” His smile widened and his posture dipped so your eyes could better meet through the darkness. “Because it looked to me like you were a frightened deer caught in the headlights. Very consistent for you.” 

At least he was admitting that he knew who you were without truly saying it. You had given him the same look from your apartment window on multiple occasions now. 

You remained silent, your eyes burrowing into his instead of trailing along his face like you desperately felt the need to. For reasons unknown you wanted to memorize every little detail and carry the memory with you forever. It didn't matter that you knew you should be somewhat afraid of him after the physical threat he placed upon Marcus. The idea of him doing the same to you never even crossed your naive mind. 

When you still didn’t respond, but also refused to back down, he returned to his full towering height over you and dropped his smile. It was like he had pulled a mask over his face to be whoever it was Nocturnal expected. But what did you know? This could be the true version of himself instead of the one you had been witnessing from your window for over a month. 

“Run along, little deer,” he gently spoke, his tone condescending, just before disappearing back up the spiral staircase. 

[noahshands]

Haven’t done one of these in a hot min

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I'm bored so tag game!

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[noahshands]

Does anybody else track their life though a series of obsessions? Like “ah yes, i remember that happening, i was obsessing over Star Gate Atlantis at the time,” or, “this was during my Supernatural era.” I can map out my whole life in this way.

[noahshands]

Some thoughts on dating<3

This art is based on fanfic PlanABC by Mizeron

[noahshands]

More than a friend ~ Noah Sebastian (pt. 2)

Pairings: Best friend Noah! x Reader!

Series summary: reader messages her best friend, Noah one night while she’s drunk and needy, but will she remember what she said to him? Or will she regret it?

Content: Friends to Lovers, Mutual pinning, Eventual smut

Warnings: sexual content, mentions of masturbation, implied smut

A/N: here’s part 2, sorry about the wait. Enjoy🫶🏻

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MDNI, NSFW

Noah couldn’t sleep. He didn’t want to. He wanted to lay conscious next to you for as long as humanly possible.

So for a while he would lay there savoring the feeling of your warm body, calm and at rest right by him. He would smile to himself when you would shift around and snuggled up next to him more.

Noah never wanted the morning to come.

He knew the moment you woke up and the sun was shining you’d be asking him question after question and maybe lose your ever loving mind.

When the sun finally started to shined through the curtains, Noah finally let himself close his eyes. Your head was nuzzled into his shoulder, surrounded by the aroma of his hair. The cologne of his sweater filled your lungs as well one you recognized that only he would wear.

He didn’t dream. He didn’t get a chance to even fall asleep before he heard you shift around, finally waking up.

Noah was so in love with you, he was so deeply in love with you, it made his heart hurt. The moment you were resting in his arms he realized just how badly he wanted you like this with him every night.

He was grateful he was able to be the one to take care of you last night. Make sure you were shift and well, even if you were just at home by yourself with no one else home. He didn’t want another guy taking care of you, or even doing things to you.

But he wasn’t grateful when you woke up.

You found yourself with your right leg swung over Noah’s body, your arms wrapped around his chest and your head nuzzled into his neck surrounded by his wolf cut hair.

You laid there for a minute frozen. Scared. Terrified.

what the fuck happened last night?

Did you and Noah?

Did he do something to you?

Even worse did you do something to him?

Does he know?

Noah could sense how stiff you became against him, almost scared to move. In that moment he didn’t whether to bring his arms to you to calm you or to let you be.

You knew who it was you were laying on.

Noah. Your best friend. Your amazing best friend that would do anything for you.

His lips were slightly parted as he breathed. Noah refused to open his eyes and decided to act like he was sleeping. His hair was ruffled up slightly and his face was a slight pink.

You weren’t disgusted to have him in bed with you. It was far from that. Your heart started pounding, your body started growing hot with him and all the sheets surrounding the both of you.

The second realization hit.

“Noah is in my bed.”

“Noah is in my bed with me.”

“Noah and I had sex..”

“What are you doing in my bed…” you finally had enough courage to speak. Your voice was just above a whisper.

“You asked me to stay…” Noah replied quickly, looking straight into your eyes with a worried look on his face, like he was in trouble, and did something wrong to you or even himself.

You take your eyes off him for a minute scanning your room.

No ones clothes are on the floor.

Both of you are fully clothed…

You sit up in your bed avoiding his eyes feeling your chest start to heave.

“Did we… we didn’t have…” you asked, now starting to feel worse about the situation.

You didn’t know whether you wanted Noah to answer the question, you were scared to find out. You don’t think you did, but you also don’t know if you did or what you even did last night.

“No!-no we did not have sex. Y-you were drunk.” Noah shifted slightly off your bed, feeling himself become awkward and scared you might hate him.

As horrible as it sounds, Noah was relieved you forgot most of last night if not all of last night. Although he’d have to try and work to pull that confession back out of you later.

As you start to think more about last night. The conversation finally hit you as to what happened and how everything went.

You texted him and you were needy…

He was between your legs….

You touched him and his body….

You asked him to stay…

“I…I asked you to stay..” you said out loud. Feeling horrified in your own words. Knowing friends don’t really stay the night with friends and if so, not in the same bed.

“Oh my god.” You jumped up out of your own bed. You bought one hand around your waist and the other clamped over your mouth.

Noah was scared you were going to be sick. He just sat there frozen, not sure what to do or where to go in this situation.

“Fuck.. fuck. - you need to you go. Get out.” You exclaimed. Voice wavering as you took you hand off your waist point towards the door for him to leave.

Noah not wasting any time was on his feet running towards the door, as you followed him to the door to shut and lock it on his way out.

Noah’s heart sank. He felt sick as well. He thought you’d be okay with this to say the least. He would hope you felt the same way he did in the exact moment.

You back hit the door as you slide down the door curling into a ball crying.

Noah still behind the door, shocked can hear your cries and sobs as he stood there confused and sad at the situation that just happened.

You kicked him out. Noah was too good to be kicked out. He use to stay with you for years before he found his own home. You kicked him out of a place that was once his as well.

You were his home. The place that made him feel the safest and you kicked him out.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve anything that happened to him that was bad.

You kept sobbing more and more until you could barely breathe and see the floor.

You felt disgusting. Covered in sweat, drool, smelling like alcohol and your own body oder, wondering how Noah could have even stay in bed with you with how gross you are.

Even though you heard Noah’s own confession

“I’ve always wanted you too.”

You couldn’t help but still feel sick.

You don’t want any of this, you were just fine with your friendship. You didn’t want to ruin it and make it into a relationship and having him deal with you and all your stupid problems and mistakes.

You didn’t want to ruin what you both had with eachother. It was fine the way it was before this.

Being friends, best friends with Noah was more than enough to satisfy you and make you content. You were happy with how things were before hand, you wanted this to go back to how they were before this.

You didn’t plan to confess to him. It was never suppose to go like this. Not drunk and confused, asking for his help and being horny in front of him. It was never suppose to be like this.

You loved him. You loved Noah with all your heart, and couldn’t deny it. You loved him, just didn’t want him to know yet.

You made him feel like you didn’t. Like you regretted him, and what he did to take care do you and how he cared for you and to make you comfortable even if you were drunk and making him uncomfortable.

Noah hit his steering wheel hard. Hard enough to where hes gritting his teeth in pain while gripping the wheel itself.

Then the tears started to form in his eyes. Clouded and blurring his vision as he grabbed the steering wheel harder. He sucked some breathes in feeling himself unable to breathe.

You were both embarrassed and upset with the situation. It really could have gone both ways. He was upset it didn’t go the way he was expecting and you were upset that even happened.

After crying for a bit you finally ran out of tears and decided to finally get yourself off the floor into your shower.

You cried and sobbed without any tears coming out your eyes still upset about the situation. Take make yourself feel better you thought a shower would help.

The running of the steaming water down your back, washing away Noah’s touch and scent off of you. You didn’t want that to happen you wanted him right here under the water with you. Your hands tangled up in his shoulder length hair.

You can’t believe what you’ve done. You gotta make it up to him some how.

Jumping out of the shower and attempting to dry off you picked up your phone, hands still wet barely even dried, and hit Noah’s contact.

You placed the phone to your ear waiting to answer.

Noah has been staring at the floor for hours. He stayed laying down on his couch barely moving or blinking. He was upset with what happened.

He should have never came over and spent the night with you. He should have never held you close to him while you were sleeping. He should have never picked up the phone to begin with.

His lip was held by his teeth as he sucked in a breathe. He felt like he closed a line. A line he didn’t even know existed. He didn’t think you’d feel a certain way about him or want him in every way. He never knew that confession would even come out of you.

He ran his hands over his face hearing his phone vibrate. Picking it up to see your contact.

What could she want?

Does she want to tell me she hates me?

Am I in trouble?

Noah quickly answers it.

“Hello?” He mumbles voice sounding a bit horse like he’s been crying as well.

“N-noah… I’m sorry. Can you please come back? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to kick you out. I was just scared. I’m ready to talk please come back.” You exclaimed feeling your chest heave again, scared he’d say no to you and hang up.

“I’ll be right there.” He replied softly without another word, the phone call ended. It was a 20 minute drive to your house anyway so you knew you had time to get ready and prepare your words to him.

Noah jumped in his car right away, making his way back to your apartment complex. He was nervous, and palms were sweating again. He was scared you were going break up your friendship since he stayed the night with you.

You waited in your room silently, the light peeking through your curtains a little bit. The silence helped your mind as you tried to think of what to say to him scared he’d be angry with you for kicking him out and making him come back as well.

Noah parked the car and made his way to your door. He stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath before knocking, for you to come open the door for him.

You heard his knock, jumping up from your bed walking towards the door. With shaky hands you unlocked the door, and turned the door knob opening the door towards you.

He greeted you with a soft smile. Not like his normal one but you can tell he was relieved to see you. His eyes were red from crying as you could tell and his voice was still a little hoarse like yours. He definitely wanted something more being friends with you. You both knew that.

You moved out the way Maine your way to your room, as he closed and locked your door himself, following you.

You stood in the middle of the room arms hugging yourself awkwardly not really wanting to make much eye contact with him, scared you’d cry again out of embarrassment.

Noah sat down on your bed waiting for you to start. He wanted to apologize first but you beat him to it when he was about to speak up.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kick you out. I was just scared…” Noah blinked at your words, watching you pace around your room waiting for more.

“You make me nervous… and I was scared when I woke up next to you not remembering anything.” You felt some tears already leaving your eyes, because you knew he’d never take advantage of you but yet somehow you also didn’t know a hundred percent.

“I-I know, you’d never hurt me Noah. I know you wouldn’t. I just wanted to be sober when I told you everything, and when I-i confessed everything to you.” Noah’s eyes widen at your words, he played with his fingers slightly waiting for you to be done so he can finally speak and say what he wanted to say.

“I’ve wanted you forever, I just never told you. I’m so sorry I’ve reacted the way I did. I thought everything was ruined-“ you were going speak more, but felt his hands on your shoulders stopping you from your words.

“Y/n. I get it. I know you were scared, that’s why I didn’t push you to say anything to me, and when you wanted me to leave I left. I knew all of this would be weird for you.” You sniffled, looking up at his eyes to see the direct eye contact he was giving you.

“I’d never take advantage of you. But I also don’t want to leave you here alone with yourself, so I stayed with you even after you told me to stay. I would’ve went and even slept on your couch like normal but you asked me to stay in bed with you. I want you just as much as you want me, from the very first day I met you.” He confessed his feelings himself.

He felt the same way, he wanted you too, just as much if not more than you. You felt your insides become warm and felt yourself wrap your arms around him before slightly crying on his shoulder in relief.

Noah smiled to himself, sitting back in your bed pulling you into his lap while holding onto you.

After a few minutes you finally stopped and felt better about the situation knowing Noah and you were both fine. Noah wanted to tease you a bit about last night, his next words making you freeze a bit.

“So you touch yourself to the thought of me..” he whispered, looking up at you on his lap with your foreheads pushed into each other.

He could see the redness on your face start to appear at his words. His hand pushed you up more on his waist so you were sitting directly on his hard on he was trying so hard to keep to himself.

“Maybe…” you replied, feeling your body heat up. It didn’t help that his hard on was right under you and you could insect feel it.

“But that wasn’t the reason I needed your help..” you chuckled slightly, making Noah raise his eyebrow at you wondering why else you’d make him come over.

“I spilled shit all over my kitchen and didn’t know how to clean it up. It was like flour and some other stuff like butter mix.” You stated, trying to remember what exactly it was. Making him laugh slightly.

“We’ll clean it up later, alright?” He hugged you, pulling you closer to him, you involuntarily grinded yourself onto him making him suck in a breath.

“I meant what I said when I said I always wanted you..” he felt how warm you were on top of him, particularly aching for him.

His thumb started rubbing circles at your shirt you had on. The sleep shorts you had were hiked up to your inner thighs revealing your thighs and part of your ass to him as you sat in his lap.

Noah’s hands snaked their way to your hips, encouraging you to move against him again wanting to hear you whine again for him.

With his body pressed to you, you say, “all this time it was you, and didn’t know how to say it. I-I was scared I’d scare you away, and you’d hate me.”

“You could never.” Noah replied moving you forward on him slightly hearing a slightly moan come from your lips.

“And I was worried what would happen after, thinking you’d never talk to me again or up and leave me because it wasn’t what you wanted between the both of us.” Your voice shrunk back to a whisper now, feeling your eyes close as you sat down more in his lap as he stopped his movements against you.

“God, y/n,” Noah laughed slightly, making you jump a little at his words. “You - You have no idea..” he pushed himself up against the wall getting back your eye level.

“Why are you laughing?” You asked honestly, confused and concerned.

“I’m not. Y- you just have no idea how crazy I am for you.” Noah grabs a hold of your face for your both just inches away from eachother as he looked at your eyes and then your lips.

“I don’t know how you didn’t see it.” He whispers, to you. Both of you were just inches away with your heart pounding. He was so close to you now, you felt like you could explode. It didn’t help that he was having both of you slightly grind against eachother to relive some of the friction.

You were both shaking slightly not sure what to do, neither of you wanted to move. Noah’s eyes closed while you both sat there pressed up against eachother waiting for the other person to move.

“Remember when I said I want you?” You mumbled, voice still above a whisper, shaking slightly.

“Yeah,” Noah replied, waiting for you to tell him what you needed. He needed to hear you say it, for it to come from your own sober thoughts.

“What do you need from me?” He asked, waiting for your answer, knowing what it was but still wanting to hear it. If he was standing right now he swore he would’ve fell to his knees from turning into jelly.

“I want you to fuck me, just like you promised. I’m sober this time and I slept it off.” Your breathing was heavy and pretty uneven at the moment, your voice also being strained sounded more like a whimper to him.

Noah felt your words flow straight to his cock. Feeling himself grow harder than he already was. He looked up at you seeing your shirt and shorts still on your body. He wanted to tear them off.

“We can talk more later. I need you, so bad.” Noah replied, flipping the two of you over making you lay under him on your bed while he climbed onto.

A/N: smut coming in part 3. Thank you for reading.

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35. you know where to find me - jolly karlsson x readder

warnings: handjobs (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), swearing, a little bit of angst

word count: 1.3k

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You’ve known Jolly for ages. 

Seeing him this defeated actually broke your heart a little. You know how much hope he had placed into this fledgling relationship. Sure, you can’t imagine that dating someone with a schedule as packed as his is easy, but that doesn’t mean that he deserves to be shot down like that. 

He’d shown you the messages when he’d shown up at your door late at night. She hadn’t even managed to tell him in person that this couldn’t work no matter how hard we try – her words. 

Being the ever faithful friend you are, you had offered him the pull-out sofa in your living room for as long as he wanted it. You’d prepared everything for him, after you had ushered him into the bathroom, insisting that a shower would make him feel at least a little bit better. 

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, you had put one of your pillows and your comfiest duvet out for him. The crease is still present in his brow, but he looks a little less broken. 

You wrap him into a tight hug, not allowing any discussions. 

“Get some sleep. You know where to find me if you need me.” you tell him, trying not to sound as if you pity him too much. 

He mumbles a quiet thank you, before you leave him alone for the night. He knows your place well enough to not feel like a stranger, he’ll be okay. 

You can’t tell how late it is when the door to your bedroom opens with a creak. Jolly pushes into your room, quietly closing the door behind him. 

“Do you mind if I sleep here?” 

You scoot over, without giving him a reply. Jolly doesn’t make a move forward until you pat the now empty side of the bed.

He finds a comfortable spot quite quickly, only shifting around for a few moments. You can barely make out the features of his face in the dim light, but the frown on his face is still so very obvious.

“I don’t want to feel alone tonight.” he says quietly. 

In all the years you have known him, you’ve never seen him like this. 

You reach out, placing your hand against his cheek. Jolly practically sinks into your touch. Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t do this, you shouldn’t even be thinking about this when he’s still hurting this much. 

You feel a hand curling around your waist. 

“Can I do something to help?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. 

You can’t deny that Jolly is attractive, he’s charming and caring and really everything you’re looking for. And maybe that had been part of the reason why you had never tried to move this into a different direction. He gets fawned over by so many people that little old you can’t be that impressive.

You’re his friend. 

Friends don’t touch each other like this, though. 

Jolly’s hand dips under your shirt. 

Your thoughts are a constant loop of we shouldn't we shouldn’t we shouldn’t.  

His hand flexes on your waist, “We shouldn’t” he says quietly. 

“I know.”  

His hand slowly moves upwards, as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop. But you can’t, and you know that you won’t ask him to stop. 

You force yourself to sit up eventually. For a moment, you think that he looks a little disappointed that you’re breaking away from him so quickly. 

“Will you let me do something for you?” you ask, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice, behind a brave face. 

“I – yes. Sure.” he sounds just as nervous as you feel. 

“On your back.” you say then, already moving yourself into position, “This is – it’s not crossing any lines. It’s just —”

“Just something between friends.” 

You swallow down the stinging. Without you needing to say anything about it, Jolly seems to know what you want from him. He quickly slips out of his sweats and underwear. You feel your insides heat when you let your eyes wander across his body. You’ve seen him without a shirt plenty of times. Seeing him entirely bare now makes your head spin. 

His eyes stay fixed on you when you trail your fingers up his thighs. You feel his skin prickle beneath your fingers, hairs standing upright in the wake of your touch. 

You finally build up the courage to wrap your hand around his cock. 

Jolly draws in a sharp breath, and you can’t help but smile a little. 

His skin is warm under your palm. With a little spit, you soon find a comfortable rhythm. You keep your movements slow, trying to draw things out just a little bit. It’s selfish, really, but watching his breath quicken with every pass of your hand over the head of his cock is just too delicious. His staggered breathing quickly turns into moans. Jolly rubs a hand across his face, while the other grips into the duvet next to him. 

“Fuck, your hand feels so good.” he groans. 

You drag your thumb across the tip, smearing the precum that has leaked from his across his skin. His hips buck up against your hand so desperately. You almost want to give in and ask him if he needs more, but having this man at your mercy is just too good of a sight. 

You decide to keep one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other works across his length in slow, steady movements. From the sounds he makes, it must be just enough to keep him on the edge, but not enough for him to finish. And that’s exactly where you intend to keep him for the moment. 

His sighs and groans fill your head with fuzz. You briefly consider slipping a hand between your thighs, but ultimately decide that this moment is just about him. 

“Getting close?” you ask after a while. 

You’re happy to keep touching him like this, but you also don’t want to turn a good thing bad. 

“Just a little more. I’m so close.” 

He sounds as if he’s barely keeping himself together at this point. If he wants more, you’ll give him more. You lean down, dragging the flat of your tongue across his tip. 

In response, Jolly draws in a shaky gasp. 

You had hoped that he’d react like that. You repeat the motion, until you’ve built up the courage to take him between your lips. It doesn’t take a lot of this for him to fall over the edge. 

Jolly spills across your tongue. The groans that fall from his lips are interrupted by curses in his native tongue. You can feel his thighs flex around you as he struggles against the instinct to push his hips upwards. 

You’re just as breathless when you pull away from him. 

His head is tipped back, his neck exposed so beautifully. 

You untangle yourself from him, returning to your original position next to him. Jolly stares at the ceiling for a moment longer, before he finally looks at you. 

“Thank you, dear. Fuck that was – that was so good.” 

His chest heaves, as he comes down from his high. You don’t think that he’s ever been more beautiful. 

“Always happy to help out.” you offer. 

The wording feels so clumsy, but you suddenly don’t know how to move on from this situation. In the corner of your vision, you can just see Jolly struggling back into his underwear. Once he’s done, he flips onto his side, patting the spot in front of him. 

“Come here, will you?” he asks softly. 

You can’t possibly say no to him. 

As soon as you’re within reach, he wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you even closer against him. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning. You might have to give me a little while to get over this, but – I don’t think that this has to be a one time thing. If you want that.” 

His hand is so warm and comfortable on your belly, it eases the rabbit quick beat of your heart at least a little. 

“Try to get some sleep. We have all the time in the world.”

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