#Noah Sebastion

[jacksonroseroth]

~The Price~Chapter 1~

Patrons in The Drunken Wench were loud and rowdy as a fight broke out and the bouncers had to not only break up the fight, but call the cops once it got too out of hand for them to control. The red and blues flashed outside and the guilty parties tried to scatter, but they were all soon taken down and to jail for trying to incite a riot. Once everything calmed down and the bar was more or less back to how it was, one of the barmaids slipped around and began sweeping through the establishment, fixing chairs, cleaning up glass and clearing off tables.

Thatcher eased past the straggling bar fighters as the cops dragged them out, patting the bouncers on the back with a light smirk. He chuckled as he and his bodyguards shuffled in, then the men behind him dispersed to different corners of the room, while Thatcher went straight to the bar and slid onto a stool. He swept his gaze over the talent they had behind the bar for the night, noting one new face as she slipped back, tossing the broken glass in her dustpan and putting it, along with the broom, away before washing her hands and jumping back in line to take orders. 

He kept an eye on her as she inched her way down, not giving any of the other barmaids any attention as they attempted to take his drink order. He watched her curls bounce around, long enough to just spill over her shoulders in a deep, rich chocolate brown color that glinted red when she walked under the lights. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at the patrons she mixed drinks for and her laugh floated down to him; Loud, light, and hearty.

As she approached him, wiping down the bar and quickly mixing drinks, Thatcher’s piercing green gaze poured into her as she finally slid in front of him and she lifted her head from wiping, flashing him a bright, sweet smile. Thatcher returned it as she said, “Hi. Welcome to The Drunken Wench. What can I get you?”

“Whiskey double. Shaken. Neat.” Thatcher said, watching her face as it remained neutral, but her sweet smile stuck. She gave a nod, then gestured to the wall behind her as she said, “Do you have a preference? We have Crowne, Jameson, or Rye?”

Thatcher nodded and briefly held up three fingers before he pulled out a gold plated, rectangular container, flipping it open to pull out a cigarette from a line. The woman arched a brow at him, then turned to grab a bottle of rye whiskey and glass. She turned back to set the glass on the bar, then poured about two shots worth into a metal cup, then scooped ice into it before she capped the cup and began to shake it. As Thatcher sparked up his lighter, watching her, he was impressed that she didn’t ask any extra questions about his order and got it right, to boot.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, he watched her take the cap off then slide a filter over the top before turning it upside down over the glass. She dunked both instruments into soapy water before setting them on a rubber mat to dry. As Thatcher reached for the glass, she slid back over as she asked, “Did you want to open a tab, sir?”

“No, just the double, darlin’. Thank you. Keep the change.” Thatcher said, producing a $100 bill from the inside breast pocket of his jacket and handing it to her, between two fingers. She blinked as she reached for it, freezing when the last part registered. His smirk lifted, slightly, and tilted his fingers toward her more for her to take it.

“Th-Thank you.” She said, stunned, taking the money. She stared at him for a moment, then cleared her throat as she turned away to put the ticket into the register and close him out. Thatcher took another drag then a sip of his whiskey, watching her as she broke the $100, taking 4 $20’s as change then pulled out a blue rubber bag, unzipping it. Thatcher saw the name ‘Taddie’ scrawled across it and she tucked a $20 into it, then pulled out three more, all with the names of the other barmaids on them, tucking the remaining $20’s into their bags, zipping them all and putting them back under the register when she was done. She took the remaining 5 of his change and stuffed it into the communal tip jar. Giving a nod, Thatcher downed half the glass of whiskey before taking another drag and sitting back as he cast a glance back to one of his bodyguards and giving him a nod. The man nodded back and zeroed in on the woman as he moved from his position in the corner, to the bar to grab her attention for a drink.

Thatcher wathed his man give her a polite smile and strike up a conversation with her as she made his drink. An excited, happy smile spread across her face as she happily responded to whatever it was he had said, pausing in the mixing of his drink as they locked in a quick, deep conversation, then she immediately picked up her pace again, finishing the drink and setting it on the bar for him. He handed her a card that she quickly ran, coming back with his card, the receipt and a pen for him to sign. They continued to talk as the man signed and handed the pen and receipt back, giving her a wide, flirtatious smile, to which she responded with a less than matching, polite smile, quickly moving on. Thatcher chuckled and nodded at his bodyguard as he went back to his spot, sipping on the drink.

The woman slowly made her way back down to Thatcher and he downed the rest of his drink, stamping out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him. She moved in front of him and spotted his empty glass, then reached for the bottle again as she said, “Another double for you?”

“I’m good, darlin’. Thank you.” Thatcher said, giving her a once over as her back was turned and he smirked to himself. She turned back and raised a brow, slightly, than nodded, giving him a sweet smile, moving on as she said, “Have a good night, sir.”

Thatcher smirked and pulled another $20 from his pocket, slipping it under his glass before he turned from the counter and slipped out of his chair, nodding at his men. They all abandoned their spots, converging at the front door, two walking out as their heads whipped around, while the other two stood by the door with the bouncers, waiting for Thatcher. They walked out and Taddie lifted her gaze from the drink she was mixing, watching the men file out. She shook her head with a soft sigh and pasted on a smile as she handed two drinks off, then began wiping down the bar where it was empty. She made her way back up to Thatcher’s empty seat and grabbed the glass, then stopped as she stared at the $20 he’d left as her tip.

Taddie picked it up and blinked, utterly confused. The man handed her a $100 bill for a $15 shot, telling her to keep the rest of the $85 as her tip, then left her another $20 tip on the same drink. Whether it was some weird, new flirting tactic she wasn’t aware of or the man was ridiculously rich and just wanted to throw it around, she wasn’t about to turn it down as she desperately needed the cash, which was the whole reason she took the bartending job in the first place. She would take the flirty, drunken men and the half ass passes they tried to make at her if it meant close to $300 nights in tips. Stuffing the bill into her bra, she dunked the glass into the disinfectant water, then set it on the rubber mat to dry.

As she went to the register to run a few cards, one of the other girls slunk up to her, gripping her arm with a wide eyed stare. Taddie glanced at her then snickered as she shook her head and said, “What’s the look for, Ash? Who’s the hottie you’re after now?”

“Not me-You, bitch! You have no idea who that even was you were serving, do you?” Ash asked, leaning one hand on the counter, planting the other on her hip. Taddie chuckled and gave a shrug, glancing up at the perky blonde as her blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

“No? Just some guy? Loaded, by the way he’s throwing around hundred’s like they’re ones…Why? Who is he? Some hotshot Wall Street banker or something?” Taddie asked as she closed out tabs and waited for receipts. Ash tsk’d at her and sighed, shaking her head as she said, “You’ve heard of the Price family? The Swedish Mafia family?”

“Oh, please. I’ve heard those rumors. If this bar was owned by the mob, I think they’d do better--They don’t want cops crawling all over the place.” Taddie said with a soft, disbelieving laugh. Ash gave her a look and said, “Alright, you’re new to Virginia, especially Roanoke. The mob is very present here, but the Swedes do a very good job of hiding themselves.”

“I thought you hated the mob in Roanoke?” Taddie asked, giving her a look. Ash gave a shrug and said, “I’m not gonna lie and say they aren’t attractive. They’re good to look at. ‘Bout it.”

“Okay, so who is he? The head honcho? The son? The cousin? The best friend? What, Ash?” Taddie asked, going along with her friend, though she very much did not believe her.

“He’s Thatcher Price. The youngest. He has like 6 brothers that are all in the business. Thatcher is the rebel, likes to bullshit around town, plays in a band-”

“He plays in a band? Mr. All Black, Fancy Cuff Links and Silver Chain? Yeah, I caught that, by the way.” Taddie said, shooting her friend a look and raising her brow. Ash smirked and let out a soft, swoon sounding sigh.

“Yeah, they all look real good when they clean up…Um, no-Really, he’s in a heavy metal band and his father hates it. Loathes when he goes on gigs and shit. He zeroed in on you, Tads. I’d keep an eye out. The Price brothers are a little rough with their women. I dunno about Thatcher? But he might not be completely the black sheep he’s made himself out to be…Just be careful, okay?” Ash said, giving her a firm look as Taddie grabbed her receipts and a few pens, nodding along.

“Ash, you’ve seen me handle myself. I don’t think a spoiled, little rich boy is gonna be able to shake me.” Taddie said with a soft laugh, giving Ash a bubbly smile and wrinkled her nose at her before flitting away to hand back cards.

~

Over the next several months, Thatcher made frequent stops to The Drunken Wench when Taddie was working. With one of his brothers taking it over from their father 4 years prior, Thatcher was able to get a hold of her schedule, even tweaked it once or twice to give her a few days off when he found she needed it, other times to coincide with when he’d come back into town after being dragged on a business trip. While he wanted to talk to Taddie himself, he was more interested in how she interacted with his bodyguards and his other friends he sent over to her, watching her closely as she spoke with the men.

Thatcher was the middle of 4 brothers and rebellious as any middle child. He held no interest in his father’s ‘business’ dealings, in complete contrast to his three brothers, who gladly took over where ever their father had felt they were ready to. His oldest brother, Thomas, was his father’s heir and there was no disputing that; He was by his father’s side on a daily basis, learning how to run the business to one day take it over. Thomas was 6’3 with a constant brooding expression boring out through his near jet black eyes, they were such a deep shade of dark brown. His hair matched, dark and hanging past his ears that glittered with a single diamond earring in each ear.

Tristan and Theo were the youngest, and twins; Tristan running the bar and Theo running the strip club down the street. Fraternal twins, Tristan was the oldest and taller of the two, with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, making him swoonable toward any woman he looked at, Theo having dirty blonde hair and green eyes that matched Thatcher’s. Though both had their own much softer, more angelic features than Thomas or Thatcher.

While the three were quite happy and content taking their place in the family business, Thatcher was always somewhat repulsed by the idea behind the mob, but seeing the advantage of being the son of a mob boss is what made him stick around to use and abuse it to his benefit. He joined a local band in Richmond, he dedicated most of his time toward it and soon fell in love with music, though he’d never tell his father that. Thatcher was far more interested in the arts and music than he was in shaking down local businesses that were already struggling to begin with. He was glad his family was able to provide protection from other mob families that constantly tried to take over the small town, but not at the cost his father made them pay.

Luckily, Tristan told his older brother he could always come to The Drunken Wench and do what he pleased and their father would never know. Thatcher was often there to find a semi drunk, but still consenting woman to bring home and have a wild night with, or hustle a few drunken assholes out of a few hundred bucks, only once having gotten into an all out brawl, from which Tristan dragged Thatcher away from it and shoved him in the back room to keep him out of any police reports that would travel back to their father. Now, however, he had a new interest that brought him to the bar and kept him out of trouble, for once…For now.

Taddie noticed Thatcher frequenting the bar more often, but always got the same order and left her with a whole extra $100 tip from a $15 drink. She questioned his motives, but never said anything as she’d amassed quite the savings in the last several months, her piggy bank overflowing with $20’s and $50’s. Around the same time, she also noticed a slew of men had begun to order about 2-3 drinks from her, leaving her rather generous tips. What was suspect about it, was they all had something new they asked about her. 

The first was what she did outside of bartending, to which she responded that she was an aspiring painter and saving to get a small studio space to work and display her pieces. Another asked if she ever did anything outdoors or like being outdoors. There was a brief and passionate conversation about camping, something Taddie had been dying to start up again since she moved from California to Virginia, moving in with Ash to start over. A few asked about her perfume, though she wasn’t wearing any, and they started guessing her favorite scents. She gently corrected them, not wanting to really engage with a few of them, but otherwise let it go. As it neared Christmas and the snowfall got heavier, Thatcher began plotting and making moves of his own.

~

It was a busy Friday night when Thatcher stopped by, brushing the snow from his jacket before he slipped it off and one of his bodyguards took it from him before he went to the bar and his usual seat. Taddie had seen him walk in this time, finding it odd that he handed off his jacket, then watched as the posse he walked in with split up as he headed toward her. Taddie took a deep breath as she finished the slew of drink orders she’d been given, then quickly handed them off to the other girls to deliver them to their tables. Wiping down her section of the bar then her hands, she went over to Thatcher and grabbed the bottle of rye whiskey that they were now running low on, again.

As she shook up and poured out his drink, she said, “You’re back again. Not surprising…At any point were you going to tell me you’re name?”

“Why would I do that? We’ve never spoken more than a few words to each other.” Thatcher said with a teasing smirk as she set the glass on the counter and he quickly produced a $100 bill. Taddie narrowed her gaze at him, snatching it from him and waving it back in his face as she said, “That’s why…If you’re gonna be handing over hundreds, I think I should at least know your name?”

“Thatcher.”

“Thank you…Uh-Um, th-thank you.” Taddie snapped, quickly changing her tone when she realized. Thatcher raised a brow at her then chuckled as he lifted his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip. She bit her lip and let out a soft huff, holding up the bill again as she added, “Why though? I’m-Not that I’m complaining…I just-I don’t understand. You get a double whiskey then leave…Why?”

Thatcher gave a shrug as he set the glass down and folded his arms over the bar with a small smirk as he said, “Because I can? I felt like it? If you don’t want it, give it back.”

“Never said I didn’t want it--Just said I was curious…I-I…I kind of need the money, so-so thank you.” Taddie said, chewing her lip before she gave her head a shake and turned to make the change, then split it between the girls that were working, as she did every so often. Thatcher watched her with a smirk and took another sip, waiting for her to come back.

“So, you split the tip instead of taking the whole thing, because you kind of need the money…Why?” Thatcher asked, dragging his gaze up to her with a knowing smirk. Taddie pursed her lips, slightly, trying not to smirk in embarrassment of being caught. He chuckled and pulled his gold cigarette case from his breast pocket, taking out a cigarette and his lighter, glancing up at her, waiting for an answer. Taddie tapped her manicured nails on the bar a few times before she pushed off it.

“Because some of the other girls need it more than me. They’ve got kids, medical shit, bills upon bills upon bills…Money is the only reason most of us are working here. At least in my case, this isn’t what I want to do and the last job I would take…Which…Is why I’m here.” Taddie said, looking away as she began to squirm under his intense gaze. Thatcher lit the end of his cigarette then quickly tucked the lighter in his pocket as he said, “Why are you here? What do you want to do?”

As if he didn’t already know.

“I, um…Well, I’m-I’m actually saving for a studio that’s still for rent downtown. I’m an aspiring painter, I need space.” Taddie said, a genuine smile slowly creeping across her face. Thatcher’s smile lifted as he nodded and he lifted his cigarette for another drag.

“Painter? Mmm--Might need to talk to my boys, have you commission something for us.” He said, closing his lips around the filter and taking a deep drag, one he ghosted before blowing out, away from Taddie’s face. She raised a brow, laughing in her head at the thought of being invited to the family mansion and painting a portrait of the secret Swedish Mafia family of Roanoke.

“Commission? For who? You and your brothers or something?” Taddie asked.

“How do you know I have brothers?” Thatcher asked, smirking at her as he lifted his glass for another sip.

“You give younger brother energy-Rebel child…Do you have brothers?” Taddie questioned, raising a brow at him as she spread her arms across the bar as she planted her hands on it. Thatcher chuckled and nodded, setting his glass down.

“Three-Older brother, me, then the twins. Middle child syndrome, is what you’re getting.” Thatcher said, taking a quick drag. Taddie nodded and slowly leaned back from the bar, twisting the rag in her hand, pretending to dry them off.

“Alright, then.”

“So,  you’d do a commission for me and my brothers too? I was actually talking about my band.” Thatcher said, ashing his cigarette in the ashtray before bringing it to his lips again. Taddie raised her brows as an amused smirk crossed her face, chuckling softly. Thatcher raised his brows as well, surprised by the reaction. He blew his smoke just past her head as he rumbled at her, “Something funny?”

“I ju-I’m sorry…I can’t see you in a band. Everytime you come in here, it’s all black, all fancy, all suit. I-I can’t picture anything else?” Taddie said with a soft chuckle. Thatcher arched a brow as he took a deep swig of his drink.

“So, we picture me in something other than a suit?” He teased, making her jaw drop a little more, caught off guard by the question. She stammered a little and swallowed, hard, before she cleared her throat and glanced away as he snickered to himself. “Yes, I’m in a band. Metal band, in fact. Can you picture me in that?”

Taddie bit her lip as she felt her cheeks heat and she darted her eyes away. Thatcher slid his tongue over his lower lip, lightly, letting his gaze drag over her, then back up as she looked at him again, opening her mouth to respond, when someone called her name, soon followed by glass shattering from across the bar. Her head snapped over and he glanced over his shoulder. Turning back to her, he blinked when he saw she was gone, then looked around, seeing her flying down the bar and around it, shooting over to a booth where two men sat, grappling with a third that had stepped in on behalf of the waitress they were harassing. Thatcher abandoned his cigarette in the ashtray and his drink on the bar, following her as he made eye contact with two of his men, who quickly made a beeline to the altercation.

“-You want her? You can fuckin’ have the whore!” One of the problem men hollared at the third man, who stood between the table and the waitress, who cowered behind him. The third man shouted at him, then sent a cross hook to his jaw that started an brawl between the three, a fourth man jumping in to aid the third.

“Hey! Hey! Knock it off! Break it up, asshole! Hey!” Taddie shrieked at them, managing to pull one of the problem men off and shoving him into a table.

“You want to go, bitch!? Fuck off! This isn’t your fight, cunt!” He shouted at her. Taddie grabbed his shoulders and shot her knee into his groin, making him double over as the breath whooshed out of him and he collapsed.

“That’s for me. Your boy will get it for my girl.” Taddie spat at him, planting her foot on his side and giving him a shove, pushing him onto his side. One of the men she’d seen walk in with Thatcher grabbed the man, another accompanying him and dragging him to the door, shoving him at the bouncers before they headed back to break up the rest of the fight. Taddie quickly turned and grabbed the waitress, tucking her away from the brawl as she screamed at the men to stop fighting. Thatcher’s bodyguards hurried back and tore the men apart, the two that came to the rescue immediately backing off once the other man was subdued and dragged away by the bouncers.

“-And make sure you get their licenses and put them on the list, Charlie! Fuck-Natasha, are you alright, babe?” Taddie shouted to the bouncers, lowering and softening her voice as she turned to the brunette waitress, Natasha, and consoled her as she shook like a leaf.

“Ye-Yeah-Yeah, yeah, I’m-I’m fine. Ju-Just a little, um…Shaken. Can-Can I take ten or-or something?” She asked, looking at Taddie as she let out a shaky breath. Taddie shook her head and said, “No. You’re going home. It’s Friday, we’ve got the bar, it’ll die down soon anyway-Go be with your kids, Tash. Don’t forget your tip bag.”

“Are you sure? Okay-Thank you so much, Taddie.” Natasha said, giving Taddie a tight hug before taking off to the back, ripping off her apron. Taddie sighed and thanked the two men that had jumped in to save and defend Natasha, offering them drinks on the house for their heroics. They agreed, happily, and headed off to the bar to claim them, while Taddie sighed and turned to the table, clearing it off. As she muttered to herself, she’d completely forgotten about Thatcher until she turned and gasped, seeing him standing behind her.

“That was quite the jewel destroyer you gave that guy. Not as innocent as you look, are you?” He asked with a charming smirk. Taddie let out a huff of a sigh and moved around him as she said, “Never said I was innocent. He called me a cunt so I tried to make him one of his own, he loved the word so much.”

Thatcher raised a brow with a soft snicker and followed her at a slower pace, returning to his seat, his drink and his cigarette. Sliding onto the barstool, he watched her plunge the dishes into the disinfectant water, scrubbing them with a sponge before setting them on the rubber mat, then beginning to move around the place, cleaning up. Thatcher took another drag before he stamped out his cigarette and downed the rest of his drink, slipping a $100 under the glass this time. He cast another glance down the bar as Taddie returned, then turned and signaled to his bodyguards that he was ready to go.

Taddie glanced at him as he walked out, watching the four men converge on him at the door, one handing him his jacket that he slipped on before they walked out into the cold Virginia air. She ducked to the back room for a breather, dropping into the armchair with a sighed and closing her eyes. She let out a deep groan as she stretched, then sighed as she curled up and pulled out her phone, scrolling for a few minutes. She shifted in the chair, with another sigh, then closed her eyes as she cradled her phone against her stomach, letting herself drift off for a while.

~

Before she knew it, there was a sudden burst of chatter that startled her awake, making her gasp and sit up quickly, rubbing her eyes with a soft groan. As she shifted in the chair, yawning and looking around, she saw all the girls taking off their aprons and switching shoes as they grabbed their things. Taddie blinked as she braced her hands on the cushion, letting her mouth hang open for a while before she pushed herself to stand.

“Um, okay, why is everyone changing and getting ready to leave? We-We still have like 4 more hours-”

“We’re closed, Tads. It’s 2:30.” Ash said with a chuckle, tossing Taddie her jacket and bag. Taddie let out an oof as she caught them, slightly stumbling back as she was still half asleep.

“I’m sorry-So, what you’re telling me is, you let me sleep the last four hours of my shift?!” Taddie cried at her, giving her a half scared, half incredulous look. Ash chuckled, as did the other girls, going to her friend as she tossed her things onto the chair and went to the door.

“Tads! Tad-Chill out. We had it handled. You needed a break anyway.” Ash said, catching Taddie’s arm. She whirled around and shot Ash a look as she said, “And if Vincey came in while I was snoozing in the back? He would have fired me on the spot. Don’t let me sleep that long again, Ashlen. Seriously.”

“Well, Vincey didn’t show up, so we let you sleep. Come on, let’s go home.” Ash said, guiding her back to the chair and pushing her jacket at her. Taddie sighed and reluctantly shoved her arms into the holes before she tore off her apron and stuffed it into hers and Ash’s shared locker, kicking off her shoes and stuffing her feet into her grey sherpa boots before grabbing her bag from the chair. Ash grabbed her bag and closed the locker, both her and Taddie making their way out with the rest of the girls, through the back door.

As their boots crunched in the freshly fallen and still falling snow, headed for the car, Thatcher watched her from across the street in the comfort of his heated and illegaly tinted SUV. Taddie intrigued him and the fact she had a wit about her made it grow. She seemed shut off from her true emotions, save when she spoke about art. Though it was a brief conversation, he’d seen the sparkle in her eye grow when they talked about her art. He made a note to be back on a day when they were slower so he could actually speak to her and discuss his proposition.

~

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@badwolf-in-the-impala

[treacheryinblue]

A Noah Sebastian x F!Reader One Shot

Word Count: 2.7k Masterlist

× Summary: Simply put, Noah is streaming and you're in the mood. That's it. That's the summary.

× Warnings!: SMUT. ( cut me some slack as I continue to get back into it •‿• ) language, very slight praise kink, obviously 18+! Proofread maybe once ( I don't like to read my own smut :') ).

× Story Song: Huggin & Kissin - Big Black Delta ( why? I don't know, it was playing )

A night of drinking had led to you becoming overly comfortable on the couch before eventually falling asleep. You had no idea how you managed it, since you were usually much better at holding your alcohol, and your composure, compared to Noah. At some point, a plush blanket had been draped over your body, a familiar hand gently brushing along your face to tuck strands of hair back. 

“Hmm?”

“I'm going to stream for a bit,” he whispered, just loud enough to garner your sleepy attention but not to fully rouse you from your rest. “Won't be too long.” Noah placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before adjusting the blanket and then wandering up the stairs to his bedroom. 

You weren't sure how long you had been asleep for, but when your eyes slowly opened, you noticed it was still dark outside. The house was quiet…aside from the laughter and odd comical voices you could hear drifting down from the second floor. After shifting the blanket from your body and stretching your arms up above your head, you finally pulled yourself to your feet and carefully padded over to the staircase. 

There was a mixture of profanities and bad jokes growing louder the closer you crept to his room, and you knew instantly he had carried on with his own solo drinking party. 

With a gentle push against the door, it soundlessly opened and you were greeted by the sight of Noah illuminated by the monitors. He didn't realize you were there at first, until the slight shift of air caused him to glance over his shoulder. 

“Hey,” he softly spoke, his tone immediately changing to a soother level that was typically only meant for you. “Let me finish up and we can head to bed.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” he then aggressively addressed whoever he was streaming with after you nodded. You could only assume they were taunting him for the shift in his demeanor when you first appeared. 

Watching Noah stream was a source of fun for you. You liked witnessing his banter first hand since he was always so reserved in every other public setting when he was meant to be the focus. But tonight…you were less focused on his playful little insults to the viewers and more interested in the way his hands moved skillfully along the Xbox controller. 

There was an immediate stirring in your lower stomach, a need growing. Yep, sometimes it really was that easy for him to get you in the mood, even when he wasn't aware of it. 

Biting down into your lower lip, you walked behind where he was seated and stood off to the side by his desk where you knew the camera couldn't pick you up. He glanced at you a couple of times, trying to figure out what you were doing without drawing too much attention to himself. 

With your eyes looking directly at him, you flashed a smirk, your thumbs then hooking into the waistband of your shorts to push them off your hips so they could drop to the floor. Noah took in a deep breath, his head shaking ever so slightly as he looked back to the game he was now failing to find interest in. Moments later, your panties joined the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor. 

Noah cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, the hold he had on the controller wavering just a bit. You knew he was getting aroused from the mere sight of you standing there with his band’s t-shirt on, no barriers beneath it, and nipples obviously hard under the fabric. One hand dropped to slyly adjust himself in his pants, though you both knew there would be no relief to the tension until you were on his cock. 

You were becoming impatient now. A sober you would've waited patiently, but you were still a little buzzed from earlier, and this version of you was much more bold. No longer caring that he was streaming, you stepped into frame and used one hand to push the corner of his chair back, the other holding his shoulder to keep you steady when you dropped down onto his lap. The shirt you wore was long enough to keep you modest, but that didn't stop Noah from releasing the controller and frantically pulling the hem down. 

“Fuck, you're going to get me banned.” 

He was obviously frustrated, in more ways than one, but he still chuckled nervously. 

You pushed the cat ear headset back and off his head, dropping it to the floor where the controller remained. Noah was looking up at you with an intensity as your fingers soothed along his jaw and raked back into his hair, just to grip his head and pull him into a firm kiss. There was no slow build up, for you desperately needed him and it showed in the way your mouth moved with a purpose along with his, both of you fighting for the upper hand. Noah’s hands slid along your waist and down to your lower back, forcing your hips forward just enough so you could feel how hard he already was for you. 

“Fuck!” He suddenly announced upon realization that he had been too distracted by your forwardness to cut the stream. Noah loosened the hold he had on you and angled his upper body around your own as he began to quickly click around the screen. He didn't dare look at the comments from viewers who had just received quite the eyefull. 

You erupted into a laugh, briefly dropping your face to his shoulder to help muffle your amusement. 

“Oh, you find that funny, huh?” 

“Maybe a bit…”

Noah’s hands grabbed your thighs with a force, further pulling you higher up on his lap. His mouth was hot against your neck as wet kisses were laid out across your skin, a hand simultaneously dipping between your legs so he could circle his thumb around your awaiting clit without hesitation. 

“You just wanted everyone to see me fucking you, didn't you?” He growled against your skin just before forcing two fingers into your dripping cunt as deep as the angle would allow. 

The pleasure ripped through you and your hands held tighter to his shoulders to keep yourself grounded. Noah was thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid pace, refusing to let up as you trembled and moaned above him. He grinned to himself while watching your face contort in ecstasy, your eyes closed and head angled back to let your moans freely escape. 

His fingers abruptly stilled while knuckle deep in your cunt, pressing firm up into that sweet spot he could always locate without issue. If anyone knew your body better than yourself, it was definitely Noah. 

“No, no, no,” you whined, “don't stop.” 

Noah breathed out a laugh at how fucking adorable you were when you wanted something only he had the power of giving you. 

“Please, Noah…I was so close.” 

He completely retracted his fingers and dropped his hands away from you all together. This caused you to open your eyes and look down at him with obvious confusion. 

“Stand up.” 

For a moment you thought maybe you had actually made him mad, but seeing him bring his fingers to his mouth to clean you off of them told you otherwise. The sight caused your cunt to clench, pupils blown with desire for this man. 

As you shifted off of him, he briefly returned his focus to the computer. After clicking around a bit, a screen popped up that showed the mirror image of you two, the numbers at the bottom telling you that time was lapsing. He said nothing on the matter once he was looking at you again, hands on your hips to guide you to the side a bit. 

“Take off your shirt.” 

Another demand, one that you obediently obeyed without a second thought. Noah sharply inhaled as your bare body was revealed to him, your chest already flushed red from the looming orgasm he had just denied you. Smirking, his hands rubbed along your hips and circled back to grasp your ass. He was sitting up in his chair a bit more now, light pressure being applied to make you step closer to him. When you glanced over your shoulder, you could see yourself from mid back down being recorded, as well as Noah’s face, both clear as day despite the dim lighting. 

He began kissing along your stomach and down to your hips, one hand still firmly massaging into your ass cheek, his short nails scratching along your skin. When you went to touch him, though, he was forcing your body around again, his smirk lighting up on the monitor. 

“Do you like being watched? I already know you do. So fucking dirty, baby.” 

Noah gave your backside the same treatment as he had your front; his lips connected randomly with your plump ass cheeks while his fingers dipped into your folds from behind. You had to grab onto the edge of his desk to keep yourself from falling when his fingertips grazed over your clit at the same time his teeth sunk into your bottom. 

“Oh!” You yelped in both shock and slight pain, already knowing that was going to leave a mark for the next few days. His fingers continued to work your swollen clit, then slip back to tease at your entrance that he gave no more than a couple of half-finger pumps to. 

“Noah…” you pouted, a groan to follow when you lost all contact with his body. There was a bit of movement behind you, as well as the sound of something light hitting the floor, and only then were his hands back on you. 

The chair rolled back a bit, his tight grip on your hips causing you to step back along with him. When he came to a halt, your body didn't. Instead, Noah roughly tugged you back and down, angling just right so that you were practically fucking impaled by his hard, thick cock. You cried out his name and he moaned along with you, your cunt squeezing tight like a vice around him. 

Noah heavily breathed as he guided your hips atop his, forcing you to grind and rock against every throbbing inch he kept buried to the hilt inside you. With your legs spread, you could clearly see on the monitor the way he bulged out and it was surprising even to you that you could take him so well. 

“Fuuuck, just like that, baby. So goddamn tight.” 

Because he had already gotten you so close with his fingers, you were right on the verge of cumming. The head of his cock massaged along all the sensitive places inside of you, each stroke bringing you closer and closer. One hand held firm to your hip to continue to guide your body, the other finding its way up to your chest. He kneaded hard into your breast, clutching onto you. Noah then altered your motions until he was lifting and pulling you down onto his cock in shallow thrusts. The sensation of your bodies colliding was quick to get you to your first climax and soon you were cumming on his cock, your moans echoing through the room. 

To not overstimulate you just yet, Noah paused inside of you as you came. He kissed around your back and shoulders, his fingers pinching your nipple while your pussy quaked around him and your breathing stalled. 

Normally he would give you a couple of minutes to regroup, allow you some time to breathe easy again, but he was chasing his own primal needs now and didn't have the patience. 

You were swiftly lifted from his lap and he stood along with you, forcing your body to turn so you were facing each other. There was a darkness in his eyes that you typically only saw when he really needed you - like after touring for weeks at a time and not even his own hand and imagination had been enough to get him off. 

Noah grasped the underside of your thighs and hoisted you up onto the desk. One leg was left down as he held the other up beneath your knee, keeping you perfectly spread for him. He said nothing as he aligned himself and then sunk back into your cunt with a groan, immediately thrusting at a quick and even pace. Your jaw dropped as you stared up at him, too overwhelmed to make a sound, though his head was slightly bowed so he could watch the way your much smaller body managed to swallow the entirety of his cock. 

“Mmmph, feels so fucking amazing,” you gasped, your voice loud enough to be heard over the repetitive clapping of your bodies. 

Honestly, you were a little worried for his computer monitors as they rocked and swayed along with Noah’s thrusts, though you knew he wasn't currently concerned with such trivial matters. 

“You're always so good at taking this cock, baby.” Noah’s hand grasped your throat and gave it an experimental squeeze as his hips crashed into yours. You rolled yourself along with his motions, grinding into him during every collision so your clit could be stimulated in some capacity. It was almost too much for you to take, especially so soon after your first orgasm. 

“Like it was fucking made for you.”

Your nerves were extra heightened and sensitive but each one was screaming for more. It didn't matter that Noah had his hands and mouth all over you - his teeth sinking into your nipples, fingers going from claiming your neck to spanking the side of your ass - you were insatiable. 

It was obvious to you that he was getting close, his uneven breathing and increase of moans being the tell sign. He even slowed his pace a bit, just to draw it out, and to really lose himself in the way your pussy felt constricting around his cock. 

The force of your oncoming orgasm kept building  until you were clinging to his broad shoulders as if your life depended on it. His name escaped your lips like your favorite prayer again and again, the intensity of your climax soaking his cock before dripping down to pool beneath you on the desk. Neither of you were worried about the mess, though. The only thing on your mind right then was Noah and how absolutely delectable he sounded when on the verge of his own orgasm. 

If it were up to you, that would be recorded and looped in the backing of a song. 

Noah quickly pulled out of you, his hand fisting around his swollen cock as he began rapidly pumping along each inch. His hips thrusted into his hand, the grip he had tightening when he reached the head. Only a couple of more jerks and he was groaning from deep within his chest, almost like a guttural growl, as his cum shot onto your cunt and all the way up to your lower stomach. Most of the time he would fill you, but he had admitted before that he also liked seeing you marked and dirtied with him. 

Your teeth latched onto your lower lip, a faint smile still present as you hummed in delight to the sensation of him claiming what was his. You watched in awe for a long moment, until Noah had squeezed every last drop from himself and he was thoroughly pleased. He nearly collapsed against you as his forehead pressed to yours, both of you now trying to catch your breath. 

A hand lazily pushed his long dark hair from his face where it had stuck with sweat, allowing you the space that you needed to claim his lips with your own. The kiss lasted a brief moment and as you both parted, Noah released the hold he had on your leg and you glanced again to the mess covering your lower stomach. 

“Why would this have gotten you banned?” You teased with a laugh, earning yourself a playful warning glare from Noah. He had stepped away to grab his shirt, using it to clean up your stomach and between your thighs in a gentle fashion that was a stark contrast to the aggressive nature he had just shown you. 

“Uh huh, keep messing around. I know you'd be upset if we couldn't play Dead by Daylight with Jolly’s commentary anymore, though.” 

[vanishxcanvas]

Possessive

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Angst, Smut, Fluff. 18+ only. Vampire!Noah, Possessive!Noah. Mentions of biting, turning the reader, unprotected p/v sex.

Background - Noah gets jealous when reader talks to one of his friends at an event they're attending, when they arrive home, he decides to mark his territory: turning his lover into a vampire.

You were still getting used to the whole vampire thing. Even though you wouldn’t mind being one yourself.

After all, you are a night person.

Tonight though, you and Noah had to go to some event that was important. He wanted you to go with him, even though you didn't really feel like going.

You decided to wear something a little more revealing than something you’d usually wear. Noah didn’t like this one bit.

“Go change. Not a chance you’re wearing that.” He demands.

“No. You can’t make me.” You sass back at him.

He raises his eyebrows. “You sure about that love?”

“Positive.” You say, smirking. Placing your hand on his chest.

“Fine. Keep it on then. See what happens.” He says.

You bat your eyelashes at him. “Gladly, sir.”

He places a hand on your wrist. “Watch yourself.”

“No promises.” You reply.

He glares at you before dragging you out of the house.

Once you get to the event, you and Noah get separated as someone he knew dragged him to a different room. But he could still see you from where he was.

You decide to piss Noah off, and talk to a guy that was near you. When Noah saw this, he was fuming inside.

Deciding to push things further, you push your chest together so more cleavage was showing. The guy you were talking to noticed this, and asked if you if you wanted to go somewhere else.

Noah unfortunately heard this, and was dragging you out of the place in an instant.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were fucking doing.” He scolds you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You reply.

His eyes turn a dark red as you say this.

“Oh baby, you’re going to regret that.” He says.

“I’m not scared of you.” You say.

He raises an eyebrow, and starts to back out of the driveway. While he’s driving, he has one of his hands settled on your thigh.

Once you’re both home, he pins you against the wall.

“I warned you. You’re mine, and only mine. Forever.” He growls in your ear.

“Mark me then. Make me yours. Turn me.” You suggest.

“Fuck. I will. You’re mine, and forever will be.” He says, before kissing down your neck. He bites just enough to leave hickeys there, too.

“Noah,” You breathe out.

“What is it, my sweet love?” He asks, leaving kisses on your collarbone.

“Can we move this to our bedroom please?” You ask.

He smirks, and picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

Throwing you on the bed, he crawls on top of you. Kissing down your body, he removes your clothes as he does this.

He leaves hickeys down your body as well, to make sure everyone knows you’re his. And only his.

“Baby.” He asks.

Lifting your head up, you look at him. “Yes?”

“Are you sure you want me to turn you?” He asks.

“Yes I’m sure. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t.” You reply.

“I just needed to make sure. I’ll do it as you come undone around me.” He says.

You nod, and lay your head back down. Noah kisses your thighs, up to where you need him the most. He groans as he notices how wet you are for him.

“Fuck. Is this all for me?” He asks.

“Yes Noah. All for you.” You breathe out.

“Good girl.” He says before diving in, eating you like it’s his last meal.

“Fuck,” You whine.

As he’s devouring you, you feel yourself getting close.

“I’m so close,” You whimper.

“Let go then.” He suggests.

He continues, and you let go, your cum over his mouth and chin. You notice this as he looks back at you.

“My favorite dessert.” He says.

“Oh hush.” You chuckle.

He smirks, and removes his clothes. Before he even removed his underwear, you could tell he was hard for you.

Once he removes those, he crawls back on top of you. He kisses you, then he slams into you.

“Say it. You’re mine. And only mine.” He demands.

“I’m yours. I’m completely yours, forever.” You say.

“Good girl.” He praises you.

His hips meet yours, and he keeps doing this until you’re close to your next orgasm.

Once this happens, his fangs grow longer, and he sinks them into your neck, drinking some of your blood.

You sigh as he does this, and he slowly fucks you until you cum around him. He follows shortly after, and once he’s done, you’re obviously exhausted.

“I forgot to tell you. You’ll have to drink some of my blood too.” He says.

“Okay. I can do that.” You reply.

Once you do this, he grabs you some water, and helps you clean up. You wouldn’t be waking up for a couple days, as this was the process of being turned.

A couple days later, you wake up, and you’re pale. You have red eyes, and you have fangs. Noah wasn’t there when you woke up, but you realized you couldn’t see yourself in the mirror.

You slowly looked outside and it was dark outside. No wonder he wasn’t home. You decided to just lounge around until he got back, so you resorted to watching a movie.

Once he got back, he smiled as he saw you were awake. He put his things down, and picked you up from the couch.

“Noah!” You laugh.

“What?” He asks.

“You scared me.” You say.

“What, a boyfriend can’t be happy that his love is awake after two days?” He asks.

“Was it that long?” You ask.

“Mhm. I’m glad you’re up, I missed you.” He says, kissing your face and neck.

“Missed you more.” You say.

“Impossible.” He says.

“Very possible.” You reply.

He smiles, and brings you to a chair in the dining room.

As he sets you down, he starts to speak. “Since you’re awake…you have much to learn…”

[starsomens]

Hey babes! I know you aren’t taking requests right now so you can just ignore this until the next time it’s open or even ignore it it’s up to you, my love

But as a woman who has a bad oral fixation, Noah Sebastian makes mine to fucking WILD and I HATE it, so I was wondering if maybe you could do reader who has a oral fixation and Noah who helps her out and he’s praising her in a degrading way, like maybe a hate love type thing and her calls her sweet nick names to mock her or something, I don’t know I’m rambling but I love your work and trust you to write this however you pls

:0 wooooowwwwwwwwwwwww

I LOVE this ugh I just feel like it would fit his demeanor really well. He's mean but loving. I see him always adding mine/my in front of any degrading name. Calling you a

Good slut Dirty princess HIS perfect cum dump His pretty cock sleeve

AAAAHHH

[mightntbethebest]

Every day I am reminded how Un-straight I am.

[adhdkiramman]

hello, i’m van!!! i’m a transmasc butch lesbian studying english at my university!! first and foremost, zionists and terfs and the like, fuck off!

while i’ve been active in tumblr and twitter fandoms before, i’m starting fresh on a new account because it has been several years. i never really planned on coming back to this kind of blog, but i’ve been super hyperfixated on arcane, and i really want to engage with some more content creators!! i’m also working on several caitvi fics, including a multi-chapter college au!! find my work on my ao3 linked below and in my bio!!!

if it seems like we’d get along/you’re interested in my writing, let’s be mutuals! feel free to send questions or fic requests to my inbox or shoot me a dm!

the format of this is very rudimentary, so i'll be making a more complete list soon, but these are some of my interests:

shows: arcane, yellowjackets, over the garden wall, she-ra, bojack horseman, the bear, killing eve, sex lives of college girls, wynonna earp, pantheon... i love lesbians and beautiful animation!

movies: horror movies, go fish, i saw the tv glow, clerks, bottoms, but i'm a cheerleader, portrait, jordan peele films, juno, jennifer's body, the substance, the watermelon woman, and more! i love horror, lesbians, 90s indie films, etc.

video games: the last of us pt. 1 and 2, god of war, cyberpunk 2077, red dead redemption 1 and 2, night in the woods, batman arkham trilogy, assassin's creed, and more!

music: lucy dacus, elliott smith, pavement, the silver jews, fiona apple, ween, kendrick lamar, megan thee stallion, ethel cain, rainbow kitten surprise, doechii, mf doom, big thief, adrienne lenker, mazzy star, indigo de souza, boygenius, belle and sebastion, japanese breakfast, sufjan stevens, noah kahan, chappell roan, julia jacklin, and sooooo much more!!!! please send me music recs!!!

my favorite author is kurt vonnegut! but i am also a great lover of essays, classics, creative nonfiction, and american modernist stage plays. some of my favorite plays off the top of my head are death of a salesman by arthur miller, our town by thorton wilder, and the glass menagerie by tennessee williams! as a full-time student and part-time barista, among other things, i do not get to read for pleasure nearly as often as i did in childhood. however, i’m always down to discuss literature and take recommendations!

[trick-r-treat421]

Noah Sebastion x OFC

When Riley (a lonesome girl with no one to call a friend) and Noah (a tattooed mechanic who plays music in his free time) have a chance meeting in the park, there's an instant spark. Will he become the one to break down the walls she’s built around herself. Maybe she’ll be the missing piece he didn’t know he needed. Or will it all fall apart before it ever begins…

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of fiction! It involves real people in a fictional world. No city has or will be specified, I've left that up to the readers imagination. I want you, the reader, to have the freedom to envision the world you imagine them living in.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Cross posted on Wattpad

The dividers used are by @saradika-graphics

This is my first attempt at a fanfic and the first story I've embarked on writing in a long time. I know I'm not an exceptionally good writer, but I do hope that you'll enjoy their journey.

Thanks for reading! 🖤

[pupsmailbox]

may i get some names like axl , sebastian , and vince ? preferably rockstar themed names of possible :]

SEBASTION︰ aiden. alexander. amelia. arthur. asher. ason. aspen. atticus. august. aurora. baron. basil. bastian. benjamin. boston. cason. charlotte. cristian. elijah. ethan. ezra. fabian. felix. finn. gabriel. grayson. hadassah. harper. henry. hudson. hugo. jack. james. jason. jasper. jude. julian. leo. levi. liam. luca. lucas. mateo. miles. milo. noah. oliver. olivia. oscar. owen. penelope. quinn. rowan. sabastian. sabrina. salman. samantha. savannah. saxon. scarlett. sebastien. sebastion. silas. sophia. stetson. theo. theodore. tobias. violet. yasmin.

VINCE︰ abigail. adalina. amelia. archy. ava. brandt. candiace. chance. charlotte. chloe. cole. derrin. eliso. emmett. ethan. fedor. ferke. finn. fitz. giovanny. jano. jentz. jin. kaine. kinslee. lance. leo. liam. lilis. logan. lucas. lucio. luke. maralina. milas. miles. minh. natalie. neal. oliver. owen. pearce. pierce. prince. ric. rickey. sophia. theo. tyson. vance. vanessa. vangie. vanig. vanja. vaughn. venecia. venegas. venice. venus. vianca. vinayak. vince vincent. vinga. vinicio. von. william.

AXL / AXEL︰ abe. accalia. ace. achala. achelle. achille. aegle. agalia. aglaia. aiden. akeelah. akela. akello. akhil. akilah. akili. aksel. alexander. alvin. anse. ansel. anson. aqeel. aqil. aquila. archer. aria. arlo. asael. asahel. asali. ash. asher. ashlee. ashley. asil. atlas. atticus. aurora. auxilio. ava. avery. axel. axelia. axell. axl. axton. axwell. axyl. aygul. aysegul. aysel. azael. azalea. azalee. azalia. azazel. azel. azelie. azul. azula. basil. blaze. bowie. bronx. brooklyn. chancellor. charlotte. corey. dash. davis. daxton. dorian. douglas. emmi. everett. evey. ezra. finn. gabriel. genesis. grayson. gunner. gwenevere. hansel. harley. harper. hazel. heleena. hendrix. hudson. hunter. huxley. jackson. jagger. jakson. jasper. jax. jaxen. jaxon. jaxson. jett. jonah. julian. kai. knox. kyle. landon. leo. levi. liam. link. lizzy. luca. luna. maddox. maksim. maverick. maxim. maxson. maxwell. nova. oliver. ozzy. parker. presley. quinn. rigby. river. rowan. russell. ryder. ryker. sawyer. saxon. scarlett. spring. storm. theo. timothy. tyler. violet. willow. xan. zane. zeppelin.

[custardmylove]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!

Hi, hello, I'm Custard! This is my silly little art blog where I post stuff about my ocs and fanart from time to time!

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I am neurodivergent and sometimes mess up with my spelling so please be patient with me! I love getting asks for interacting with people so don't be scared to send me an ask!

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This blog used to be for my pokemon ocs and writing but it's been moved too this blog!: @custardmylovewrites

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MY OCS: I'm going to sort them by world here so it's clear which OCs are in the same world as eachother :) JELLYFISH KINGDOM: - Tide - #tide posting - Prince - #prince jellyfish posting CLOUD KINGDOM: - Nora - #nora posting THE AFTERLIFE: - Sebastion - #sebby posting - Michael - #michael posting HAUNTED HOUSE: - Vikii - #vikii posting - Zomby - #zomby posting - Norman - #norman posting STARDEW VALLEY: - Farmer Noah - #sdv noah posting GENSHIN IMPACT: - Ervin - #ervin posting - Flaneur - #flaneur posting - Täuschung - #Täuschung posting HONKAI STAR RAIL: - Viane - #viane posting BUNGO STRAY DOGS: - Yukio Mishima - #yukio posting POKEMON: - Faron (girliepop) - #girliepop posting - Kobii PROJECT SEKAI: - Kiera Himura - #kiera posting - Masumi Teru - #masumi posting - Tomo Kubo - #tomo posting - Hoshi Kagami - #hoshi posting

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i'm planning on doing commissions and I'll link my commission post here when I set it up!

[musicotd]

Bad Omens vs Guns N Roses

Why you should vote for them:

Bad Omens: Noah Sebastion has an awesome voice, whether in the studio or on stage.

Guns N Roses: They were the backing track to our childhoods. (Or at least mine)

[likedovesdo]

thinking about bmth ft noah sebastion at cardiff . bad omens bmth tour . it shouldve been me

[grimroninreviews]

out of light by scary kids scaring kids review:

1. nightmare w/ spencer charnas (10/10)

2. the dark w/ noah sebastion (10/10)

3. to the unknown w/ vaines (5/10)

4. until you come back w/ matt macdonald (4/10)

5. knock it all down w/ lil lotus (8/10)

6. new morning w/ cover reber (8/10)

7. omens w/ spencer chamberlain (10/10)

8. black hole w/ donovan melero (10/10)

9. i wanna know w/ jesse cash (8/10)

10. escape from my reality w/ mod sun (8/10)

11. endlessly yours w/ tyler posey & phem (9/10)

12. for atlas w/ michael swank (9/10)

ranking: A- tier

a great return from scary kids scaring kids

if you like: chiodos, saosin, greeley estates, drop dead gorgeous, a static lullaby, from first to last,

[vanishxcanvas]

Sleepless

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Just fluff.

Prompt:

"Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."

(from thelonelyempath)

Noah was currently sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing. He was under the impression that you went to bed, but you in fact did not. 

As you walked in the kitchen, Noah looked up. Raising an eyebrow, he set his laptop down and walked towards you. He saw you grab a water bottle from the fridge before closing the door of it.

Clearing his throat, you look at him.

"Alright, what are you doing awake?"

After you sip some of your water, you speak. "Because I'm not tired..?"

"Did you even sleep?" He asks.

You don't answer, and he clears his throat again. "I'm not an idiot. Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."

Taking another sip from your water, it gives away your answer.

"Jesus christ. Go to bed babe, you need to sleep." He says.

"What if I don't want to." You mumble.

"C'mon, you need sleep. I don't want you getting sick." He says, rubbing your arm.

"No." You say.

"Babe." He says.

"Yes?" You ask.

"Sleep." He says.

"No." You say.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Just don't wanna have another nightmare, that's all." You say quickly.

"Repeat that please?" He asks.

You repeat it, and he tilts your head so you're looking at him in the eyes. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, concerned.

"I just didn't wanna bother you-" You say before getting interrupted.

"Stop that, you're never a bother to me. For now on, I want you to tell me if something is bothering you. No matter what it is, just tell me." He says, caressing your cheek.

"Okay." You say.

"Good, good. Are you gonna sleep now, or am I going to have to make you?" He asks.

"What do you mean by making me?" You ask.

"I'll just carry you upstairs, that's what I mean." He says.

Jokingly, you make a comment. "Join me?"

He thinks for a second before speaking. "I mean, I could bring my laptop with me upstairs.."

"You sure?" You ask, unsure.

"I'm sure, that way I can keep you company." He says.

"Okay." You smile lightly.

"Good, now go to bed. I'll be there in a few." He tells you.

He kisses you on the cheek, then he walks back in the living room to grab his laptop. You walk back to your shared bedroom and get under the covers. 

Noah walks in a few minutes later, also getting under the covers, but places his laptop on his lap.

You get a bit closer to him, and he smiles. "Goodnight baby, get some sleep."

After that, you drift off to sleep. While you're asleep, Noah continues what he was doing on his laptop. You don't wake up until later on that day.

[aethesisim]

hi have more picrews; i think i have something to upload later ;v;;; adrian - landon - sebastion hideo - noah and some other dood will come later but like.. brain powerrrr 2%

[chibimyumi]

I was rewatching some of the 2nd kuromyu and it hit me that Furukawa really spoilt us in every way possible with his portrayal Sebastian and It made me wonder what your opinions on Yuya Matsushita's sebas are?

Dear, deaaaar Anon,

I agree, Furukawa really did spoil us rotten ❤

Matsushita? Erm……….. well………. I guess the time has come that people will more concretely find out why my blog has zero Matsushita content despite aiming to ‘promote Kuromyu’ XD

Warning - Unpopular and PERSONAL opinion:

＊Disclaimer at the bottom of this post.

In 2009 I was very impressed to see my favourite manga turning into theatre, my favourite type of media. Despite being young and easily impressed at the time, even now 10 years later, I do recognise the pressure of a literal teen having to shoulder the pressure of playing an omnipotent demon butler in a wildly popular show. 2.5D actors are one of the most underpaid people in Japan. When it came to the casting of ‘the perfect butler’, they had to look for someone who:

could sing at least not terribly

act not terribly

looked not terribly

would be okay with basically no salary.

That’s how they ended up casting an 18-year-old Matsushita (a minor in Japan). The expectations were of course crushing, and Matsushita did not really manage to live up to these, mostly because of his very high pitched voice (which is not fair to condemn someone for).

According to many however, he looked decently handsome. Editor Kuma was aware of the limitations to this child-performer, and instructed Matsushita to play into what people did appreciate in him; his looks.

I don’t know whether it was Matsushita’s personal interpretation or the limit to his abilities, but to me, he never managed to show me any aspect outside ‘the handsome host-butler’. His singing was mediocre-good, his acting however was never believable to me. Though I was also painfully aware of the huge burden on his shoulders, so I appreciated him for what he was 1. The first 3D Sebas, and 2. A child working very, VERY hard in shouldering the impossible burden of the thirsty fandom.

When ‘The Most Beautiful Death in the World’ came out in 2010, I was stunned. It was such a major improvement in comparison to the first Kuromyu.

‘The Most Beautiful Death in the World’ was something that I loved at the time, and was my first reason to love Kuromyu. But now I recognise how ‘MBD’ is highly problematic and I can’t look at them anymore, mainly because:

The plot holes that… are just glaring XD (Eric: “I have an all-powerful Death Scythe with which I could kill a demon and without which I am basically powerless. Let’s throw it at him!”  Sebastian: “I caught the all-powerful weapon from the reaper who is powerless without. Hm. Let’s not use it against him or keep it from him, but throw it back at him :D”)

The corset scene (where they made a CHILD actor moan and play in a scene with heavy sexual context for a huge audience’s hedonistic pleasure! Or even worse in 2013, where they made 14 year old Tanaka Taketo play the role of a seducer with an adult in the curtain call for Matsushita’s Birthday. And the boy had NO say in the matter. UGH, I still can’t believe the producers made a child who had no power to say no do something like that…)

Of course none of those were Matsushita’s fault, but retroactively these two factors did bother me so much I found myself unable to enjoy the musical anymore.

When ‘The Lycoris that Blazes the Earth 2014’ came out, I was thrilled to see what Matsushita would make of it, because finally he was given the chance to show ‘a real Sebas in a canon story’. Somehow, Lycoris 2014 almost became a ‘test for Matsushita’ for me: “will be prove himself a worthy Sebas now he has the chance?”

By 2014 however, the rising fame really started to get to Matsushita’s head, and he started showing the alpha-male macho behaviour I dislike most in people. Still I was curious to see the musical, so I did give him a chance.

In Lycoris 2014 however, it felt like Matsushita turned Sebastian into him, rather than himself into Sebastian. His spastic acting and unnecessary comic additions just didn’t do it for me. It was like he was trying to steal a show that was already his. What also bothered me was how he forced his voice way below his range.

I am obviously aware that this alpha-male behaviour and the forced low pitch are both the product of the bullying where people criticised him with: “He sounds like a helium balloon” or “He sings like a girl”, but these do not excuse the behaviour for me personally.

So in a nutshell, to me Matsushita reached the peak of his performance of Sebas around 2013 where he seemed to see what Sebastian is supposed to be and walked towards him. In 2014 however when he was finally cast in a canon-story, it became blatantly apparent – TO ME PERSONALLY - how not-Sebastian he was.

There is hardly any information about Matsushita after Lycoris 2014, but Matsushita announced his retirement from Kuromyu using the word ‘graduated’. When Furukawa was announced as the second Sebastian, Matsushita basically disappeared off radar, and did not make any Kuroshitsuji-related public comments until 2016 where he publicly acknowledged Furukawa.

“Actually…Today after I just rounded up the rehearsals for X4 I went to watch the evening performance for “Kuroshitsuji – NOAH’s ARK CIRCUS – ”.I liked the circus arc to begin with, so especially this time I rushed to see[the musical]. It was super fun, and above everything else, the cast, the music, set and illuminations were of an altogether different level than before, it was very glamorous and I enjoyed it a lot.To begin with, the musical I played my first lead role in at age 19 was this“Kuroshitsuji”. I’m performing in all kinds of productions now, but more than half of my acting careers up till now had been Kuroshitsuji.I’ve done this 4 times now, and last year I had the honour to baton-pass the role to the current Sebastian, Mr. Furukawa Yuuta. I have decided to officially retire from this franchise and it might be presumptuous for me to say this, but the “Kuroshitsuji” musical franchise I had been part of from age 19 really has gone up in quality, the scale has suddenly become so amazing too. It is now at a level I can’t ever reach myself, but still I’m happy for [the franchise]. Really. I’m very moved~[…]  Already the new Sebastian has been established above anything else, and I’ve seen in him the Sebastian I always wanted to portray but never managed to. He is excellent.[…] - Matsushita Yuya

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＊Disclaimer: I am not trying to bash Matsushita. I know this can be rather sensitive to Matsushita-fans. I am merely sharing MY personal opinion since I was asked.

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