#Noah sebastian x reader

[silent-stories]

SOME TBAF HEADCANONS

-Whether it’s for work, a casual day, or even a date night with Noah, Luna marches into your room and picks out something completely mismatched but insists, “You’ll look so beautiful!”

-If Luna wakes up scared or has a nightmare, she sneaks in between you and Noah. Noah usually wakes up with a tiny foot in his ribs.

-Even though Luna making up the story, she sits next to Neki with a book in her lap and tells him a story. He just lays there like the most patient dog in the world.

-She makes up ridiculous excuses to stay up late like “But daddy, the moon is still awake!” or “I forgot to tell Neki goodnight!” Noah always plays along but ultimately scoops her up and tucks her in.

-You and Noah keep a jar of Luna’s funny quotes. Sometimes, she says the wildest, funniest things, so you write them down and save them. One day, when she’s older, you’ll read them all back to her.

-One day, Luna finds your makeup and decides that Noah needs to look “prettier.” He sits there patiently while she smears bright pink blush all over his face. “Beautiful,” she says proudly.

-She calls Noah’s tattoos "stickers". She asks him where he gets his “stickers” and if she can have some too. Noah tells her she can have as many as she wants—when she’s 18.

-She calls your coffee “grown-up juice”. She always asks, “Can I try?” and you always say no. One day, Noah jokingly lets her smell it, and she makes the most disgusted face. “That’s yucky.”

-The band is completely wrapped around Luna's tiny finger. It doesn’t matter what she asks for—they give it to her. “Ice cream before dinner? Sure, just don’t tell your dad.” Noah finds out every time.

-Luna makes the band play “tea party” with her. The metalcore musicians turn into absolute softies when Luna drags them into her pretend tea parties. Jolly holds a tiny pink teacup with complete seriousness and for some reason Folio is wearing a tiara.

-Luna insists on helping you bake. Every time you make cookies, she drags her little stool to the counter and demands to "help," which mostly means sneaking chocolate chips when she thinks you're not looking.

-Matt lets her wear his hats. They’re way too big for her, but she loves them.

[concretejunglefm]

I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 3).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies -> playlist, part 1, part 2.

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst. Brief joke from Noah about suicide. Please take care of yourselves.

WC: 3.6k

Dividers: Silent-stories.

Upon returning to the hotel, you presume that your time together has come to an end, allowing you to finally bid farewell to Noah and the rest of the Omens. However, Sloan's unexpected bomb shatters your hope.

"You agreed to what?"

"Dinner and karaoke. I genuinely didn't think you'd mind. You've always been a karaoke fan, and what's wrong with a free dinner?"

"The issue is that he'll be there. What part of this being a girls' weekend are you missing?"

"What part of this being a chance to humiliate your ex are you missing? I'm simply setting up the opportunity for you."

Sloan understood how you felt after Noah had ghosted you. Between the heartbreak and depression, there was also the sting of humiliation. You always wished you had the chance to make him feel the same way he made you feel.

"Alright, but I won't pretend to enjoy it."

"I wouldn't expect you to."

When you bump into the guys again, you find Noah approaching with a grin stretching across his face, looking like a cat who got the cream. You can't help but feel a surge of anger and desire to slap his smug face.

"I won you a prize." he exclaims, holding out his hand to show off a packaged mood ring he won from one of the kids' arcade machines in the hotel. Despite your desire to ignore him, you can't prevent your attention drawing to him when he steps in front of you, blocking your way.

"Wow, thanks." you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Before you can stop him, he reaches out and grabs your left hand with his larger, tattooed hand. Using his other, he brings the packet of the mood ring to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth. With the ring free, he slides it onto your wedding ring finger, and your mind goes blank for a moment.

The color of the ring quickly changes from a vibrant rainbow of colors blending into one another to a solid black. 

"It's black." he comments, and you finally snap back to reality. 

Your gaze rises to meet his, and you flash him a harsh glare. "Like your heart." you retort.

Slipping the ring off, you move it onto your middle finger before flipping him off and taking a step back as Sloan calls over to you.

At dinner, you were seated next to Noah, who spent a majority of the evening occasionally fidgeted with his own ring. You swear you noticed him switching it to his left hand whenever your waiter made a flirtatious remark aimed at you.

And now, you've reached the karaoke room, where you should've anticipated Sloan's performance of Lana Del Ray's 'Young and Beautiful'. It's her signature song, so much so that she has you recording most of it for her Instagram story.

As you go to post it, Noah shuffles closer to you, peering over your shoulder. Despite your best efforts throughout the night to make it clear that you're not interested in engaging with him, he still seems to act oblivious.

"A new post for your story?" he asks over your shoulder, and you don't look up from the phone screen, rolling your eyes.

"Depends. Are you still stalking them?" 

In the months following Noah ghosting you, you tried to resume your usual life, including posting on social media. You then began noticing random spam accounts appearing in your viewers' list, despite deleting and blocking the band account and his spam accounts that you were aware of.

One night, after sharing this revelation with Sloan, she made a conscious effort to post something obvious and pointed to him for you. Initially, you felt mortified, but then you recognized the familiar spam account name—the one that had been consistently watching your stories since you blocked Noah everywhere. From that moment on, you no longer felt guilty about making every pointed post possible, always including a song that reflected your current emotions.

However, that all changed when you decided to message the account that had been non-stop watching you for nearly five months after your 'breakup', sending them a simple message: "Please stop. I don't want you in my life anymore."

The next day, the account was deleted.

You would have considered it a success until one of his close friends' names started appearing in your story viewers. You could have easily posted things to a closed list or even privatized your account, but you decided that if he had been that desperate to stalk you, then he could and you would put on a great show of proving that you had moved on, regardless of how true that actually was.

"You knew about that, did you?" He doesn't even bother to deny it, which causes a surge of irritation because no one would be okay with their ex stalking their online life.

When it's time for the guys to choose their song again, Noah steps up to select one. He's opted to sit out due to their performance tomorrow, claiming he needs to 'protect his voice' beforehand.

You roll your eyes at his excuse, but you're quickly silenced by his song choices. Each one becomes more pointed than the last, revealing the underlying narrative of his pathetic attempt at an apology.

After the first song, "Gives You Hell" by the All American Rejects, you stare off at him, daggers in your eyes. He shrugs off his choice with a cocky grin.

The second song he chooses, "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'" by Fall Out Boy, feels even more appropriate and fuck boy like from him.

Noah's face lights up with pride in his song choice, which only irritates you more. Your jaw clenches as you bite back, wanting to confront him for his obviousness.

Naturally, his friends are oblivious or indifferent to the situation. They've always seemed friendly enough and liked you when you were together, but they never got involved in your relationship drama back then. Perhaps they feel the same way now. It's better to remain blissfully ignorant than to become caught in the middle.

"You're not having any fun." Sloan whines, plopping down next to you and offering you a sip from her half-empty glass. You had already finished yours, during your annoyance with Matt and Folio's rendition of "Gives You Hell." Surprisingly, Nicholas' rendition of a Fall Out Boy song fails to improve your overall mood.

"Watching you eye fuck Jolly while singing 'Young and Beautiful' is hardly my idea of fun." You sigh, your voice devoid of any hint of bite. You genuinely enjoy listening to Sloan sing the same song repeatedly. It's her go-to choice, especially when she's caught the eye of a guy. Strangely, when she performs Lana songs, they seem to captivate her men even more.

"Well, since you're up next, you need to cheer up, and I've already chosen a song for you." She beams, and you raise an eyebrow in skepticism.

"Sloan, what on earth did you do?"

"Oh, you'll see."

When it's your turn, you step onto the designated 'stage area' of the room, taking the microphone and scanning the screen. Within seconds, the chords to Carrie Underwood's 'Before He Cheats' begin to play, and you let out a scoff. You glance over at Sloan, who has now positioned herself between Nicholas and Jolly, and shoots you a wink.

It was one of your go-to songs when you were cruising through bars back in college. The lyrics always resonated with you then, and they continue to do so now. As the song begins, you launch into your own performance, tipsy enough to feel bold and lock eyes with Noah.

Every Instagram story you've posted over the past two years has featured a song dedicated to him, but now you finally get to sing one to his face—a perfect one that calls him out on the behavior you'd been suspicious of.

The cocky signature grin he's been sporting for his past few song choices fades, and you feel a slight surge of pride for being able to do that—for making him lose that ego he's been so proudly displaying.

As the song concludes, you take your bow, giggling as you hand the microphone off to Jolly, who swiftly transitions into his own rendition of Poison's 'Talk Dirty To Me'.

"I'm heading to the bar for another drink. Anyone want one?" You ask, taking orders for everyone except Noah, who simply holds up his bottle of water.

Approaching the bar, you're greeted by the same waiter who had been trying to flirt with you earlier that evening. "What a pleasant surprise." he remarks, and your cheeks flush slightly.

"Well, perhaps I was hoping to cross paths with you again." you reply, even though you weren't entirely interested in him. However, you couldn't resist entertaining a bit of harmless flirting, especially after dealing with Noah this weekend.

"I'll be off in a few minutes. Maybe I can buy your next drink?" he offers, sliding the suggestion your way as he wipes down the bar. 

A small smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. "Okay, then." you nod before relaying the drink orders for Sloan and the guys.

Leaning against the bar, you find yourselves engaged in a playful back-and-forth flirtation, even genuinely giggling at some of his remarks. However, the moment is interrupted by an abrupt silence when you hear Noah's voice behind you.

"I was wondering about where you got to." His hand slides across the bar, his fingers barely brushing against your arm on purpose as he reaches for the drinks laid out in front of you. "I thought I'd lend a hand."

"I was happy to assist." The waiter interjects, but you remain silent, your jaw clenched, and you swear your eye twitches at the brief contact Noah makes with you a second time, as if deliberately trying to ward off the guy who had been flirting with you throughout the night.

"No need, friend." Noah responds, and you wait for the poor guy to step away with a slight dejected expression before turning to Noah with a hiss.

"What on earth was that?"

"I should be asking you that. Are you actually entertaining this random guy?"

"Random guy? I don't know, he must be better than the guys I already know." You huff, moving yourself away from him as you take Sloan and your drink, leaving the remaining ones for Noah to carry.

"What does that mean?" He calls after you, and you briefly turn your head, shooting your retort over your shoulder.

"You're smart. Figure it out yourself."

When you return to the karaoke room, you find a corner to settle into, sipping your cocktail mix while watching the last few songs of the evening unfold. Time seems to fly by, yet you can't shake the feeling of Noah's eyes on you, a notion you stubbornly refuse to acknowledge. 

Back at the hotel, Sloan is already entwining your arm and guiding you towards the bar, insistently, pouting her lips and fluttering her lashes as if she can manipulate you into folding as easy as she does any man.

"No more. I'm ready for bed." You attempt to pull yourself away, but Jolly swiftly intervenes, taking a tipsy Sloan into his embrace, promising to take her for one final drink.

As you turn away, you overhear the final words of a conversation between Nicholas and Noah, your name being mentioned, drawing your attention. "You can't keep lying to her, you know?"

Lying? What could he possibly be lying about now?

Instantly, you find yourself yearning for some fresh air, feeling a surge of anger as you impulsively charge towards them, deliberately pushing between them.

"Woah, what the—" Noah's voice catches your attention, but he quickly loses his annoyance when he realizes it's you pushing past him. He calls out to you, but you ignore his attempts, determined to create as much distance between you and him as possible.

You had a reason for choosing to hide away on the rooftop balcony pool. Besides the quieter ambiance, you enjoyed toeing the line of where the diving section of the balcony opened up to the pool below.

It was Vegas, so it wasn't entirely quiet. Amidst the bustling crowds below and the soothing hum of music emanating from the hotel, there was no opportunity for deep contemplation. Yet, you almost didn't mind the constant stimulation. If you allowed yourself to dwell on Nicholas' words, you risked losing control and spiraling back to the emotional turmoil you had endured after Noah abruptly ghosted you.

From the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of something, and your gaze is instantly met with the unwelcome sight of Noah. A sigh escapes your lips. "Noah, what are you doing up here?"

"I was searching for you, believe it or not."

"Why?"

"Because you looked upset."

"And let me guess, you felt guilty or blamed yourself? Wow, an egotist and an asshole all rolled into one."

"Are you going to keep calling me an asshole throughout our time here?"

"Depends on whether you continue to behave like one."

"Fair point." He paused, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Will you at least come back from the ledge? You're making me anxious."

"Why? Do you think I'm going to jump?" You chuckled, deliberately walking along the darkened ledge of the balcony as if balancing on a tightrope.

"No." You heard the hint of doubt in his voice.

"You're lying."

"Okay, maybe."

"So, you think that I'm suicidal now?"

"I think you'd do anything to get my attention."

You nod to yourself, mulling over Noah's words. Your mouth opens as if to laugh, and you flick your tongue against your teeth. Before you can respond, you take a step away and glance down over the edge. With a couple more steps, you cast a look over your shoulder to him. "We'll see about that."

Without warning, you charge towards the edge of the open balcony, hearing Noah call after you as you jump over the ledge. 

It feels exhilarating, your heart pounding in your chest as you plunge into the water of the pool below and you surface, you hear a splash behind you. Wiping your hand over your face, you look in the direction of the ripples and see Noah resurface beside you.

He had jumped in after you.

"Did you—" He briefly chokes on a mouthful of water, spitting it out as he treads water in the same way you are, keeping himself close to you. "Did you know this was here?"

"Guilty." You shrug, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

You had come up for some air and when you saw the pool below, you couldn't resist the temptation to dive in. It had been Noah who had interrupted your original plan, accusing you of trying to hurt yourself or get his attention.

"Wow. You're an asshole." He remarks, shaking his wet hair and pushing it back with his tattooed hand.

"Are you really that surprised?"

"No."

There's a brief pause before he speaks again, his voice softer with his confession; "I missed you."

"Ever heard of a phone?" You quip back without a moment's hesitation or time to ponder the meaning of his words.

"You blocked me."

You pause, wondering how he knew. Unless he had simply assumed. Or did that mean he had tried to reach out to you?

"Well, it's what you deserved."

"You're right."

That surprises you even more than the idea that he had tried to contact you. Noah had never said that you were right, about anything. In fact, most of your fights had stemmed from the fact that he was always so adamant against agreeing with you.

"Well, I can't say that I missed you." You're partially lying, but you hope he won't notice.

"I didn't expect you to."

"Well, good, because I didn't."

For a moment, everything between you falls silent. Your bodies inch closer as you continue to tread water in the deeper end of the pool. Your legs barely brush against each other, and you feel the gentle touch of his hand against your arm beneath the water. Then, you catch his gaze lingering a bit too long on you, flickering between your eyes and your lips. You don't need to ask what he's thinking; you already know.

"Don't even think about kissing me."

You burst the bubble which had been created around you both, delighting in popping it and watching as his expression shift from soft contemplation to sudden flustering.

"I-I wasn't."

"Good. Don't." You shorten your words and start swimming towards the pool's edge, pulling yourself out. 

Your dress is soaked through and clinging to your skin. It had been a good plan until now, but the effects of the alcohol are wearing off, and you wonder if Noah's decision to jump in after you, assuming you were attempting something more dangerous, held any genuine meaning. Perhaps he did still care?

For a fleeting moment, you glance back at him as he attempts to climb out and turning to face him, you take a step closer, your foot poised to press down on his hand, halting his movements.

When your eyes meet his, he looks up at you with a soft expression, his dark brown eyes wide as they focus on you. "What did Nick mean earlier when he said you had to stop lying? Lying about what?" You hold his gaze, your foot pressing down gently against his fingers.

"Oh, nothing, just—ow." His voice breaks as you apply more pressure, deliberately pressing down on his fingers.

"Try again."

"Okay. Damn. To myself. He wants me to stop lying to myself."

"About what?"

"About you. About wanting to apologize."

You step back, releasing his hand from beneath your foot as you absorb his words. "Then do it. Get on your knees and say that you're sorry." You say it with a sense of confidence, despite his scoff at your request, but you remain steadfast, your gaze narrowing at his still wide brown eyes.

Instead of refusing, he climbs out of the pool and kneels at the edge, taking a near-pathetic wet dog stance in front of you.

"I'm sorry." he begins, clearing his throat before continuing, hearing a clear plea in his tone. "I'm truly sorry. For what I did. I shouldn't have…" His voice trails off, and for a moment, his gaze flickers away, almost as if he's ashamed. 

Good. He should be.

It shouldn't be satisfying to see him in this vulnerable state, but you never imagined you'd have the infamous Noah Sebastian begging for your forgiveness. 

"I should've apologized then. And all the millions of times I was watching your instagram. I wanted to, I did. I've been wanting to. I wanted to reach out and apologize the moment I knew you were coming."

Suddenly your brain latches onto those few words; since I knew you were coming. How did he know? Not even you knew, not until the other week. It was a last minute trip, one planned by—Sloan.

"Get up." You interrupt his ramble and you watch as he struggles to process the instruction as if he doesn't know whether you've accepted his attempt at an apology or not.

When he stands, he nods, shaking his limbs and himself off like he's an overgrown wet greyhound. "Yeah, let's head back inside."

You start to walk ahead of him, pulling yourself out from his reach when you catch his hand coming behind you in your periphery. You haven't responded to his apology and won't be giving him the satisfaction of even the slightest touch.

"What on earth happened to you two?!" Sloan, who had been flirting with Jolly earlier, is now walking away from cozying up to Nicholas. You narrow your eyes at her.

"Someone fell into the pool." Noah answers, and your gaze shifts to him. You fix him with the same disgruntled expression.

"I'm going to bed." you dismiss yourself, walking away as Sloan reaches for you, grasping your arm as she hurries to catch up.

"Did you really fall in the pool?" she asks, her brow raised in curiosity.

"Yes." you reply through gritted teeth.

"All that to get a man to dive in after you. I know you said he's an asshole, but—"

You come to a stop, pulling your arm from her grasp and turning to face her. "But what, Sloan? Should I give him another chance?"

Her mouth opens to speak, but no words come out, and her eyes widen in realization.

"Because I'm starting to think these strange coincidences aren't just that. Not to mention the way you've been flirting with Jolly and now Nicholas."

A brief flash of guilt crosses her face, and everything begins to make sense. Noah and his band may have had a concert in Vegas this weekend, but your run-ins with him had been anything but coincidental, as you had suspected.

"So much for you mocking me for being hung up on a guy for the past two years, huh? You're such a great friend, Sloan. So great." You turn to walk away, but she stops you.

"I thought—"

"You thought what, huh?"

"That seeing him would finally give you the closure you've been seeking. That maybe one last time being together would remind you that he's not worth your time."

"Yeah, I've come to realize that". You nod, taking a deep breath as you ponder Sloan's words. "I've also come to understand that my friend is more manipulative than I could have ever imagined, considering I never would have expected you to throw my heart back into the ring with him." Your voice cracks, but you manage to utter your words before pushing past her and finally walking away.

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[flowery-mess]

Gentle moments with Noah (because I had a dream with him and he was cuddly and gentle):

When he cups your cheeks with both of his hands, gently strokes his thumbs along your skin and looks at you with eyes full of love

Then he leans down to kiss your forehead

When he goes to bad later than you so you're already sleeping when he enters the bedroom. He lays down behind you, wraps his arms around you and and kisses your head

And in the morning when you're both up and you're straddling his lap, he like to lay you down on his chest, tuck your head under his chin and wrap his arms around you. He locks you in that position until he's satisfied with morning cuddles and can start his day

When you're doing something in the kitchen and he sits you on the counter, stands between your legs and you two start kissing. But like not steamy makeout kissing, but gentle kisses, even pecks once in a while, rubbing your noses, smiling into the kisses

I know none of this is new or something that hasn't been written about Noah, but I needed to write it down aftwr I woke up lol

Also in the dream Noah told me about the V.A.N music video that she was supposed to be patient in his lab, but can't remember why those scenes didn't make the video, so sorry I can't clarify it for you!😂

[xmads-omensx]

🙏🏻please do texts between Y/N and Noah where she shows him all the Despicable Me memes that are being made of him and the boys

(dude I'm not even joking instigating these memes has been amazing)

And yes I know my requests are closed at the moment, but I’m sad and this made me laugh so I did it

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[bad-omens-blog]

A Dream In The Crowd

Summary: Noah is in the middle of the Mayhem Fest set when he sees his dream girl in the crowd and catches his eye.

Warnings: None. Just feeding my own delusions.

The special intro echoed through the venue, creating an electrifying atmosphere that sent a thrill coursing through Noah's veins. The spotlight enveloped him as he stood on stage, each beat of his heart resonating with the crowd's throbbing excitement. The air was thick with anticipation, and the vibrant energy of the audience pulsed around him, urging him to give everything he had left.

As Noah surveyed the lively scene, he was drawn to a striking figure among the revelers. She wore a summery, floor-length dress that floated gently around her as she moved. The delicate straps framed her shoulders, while tiny embroidered flowers cascaded down the fabric, adding a whimsical touch. The dress hugged her waist, accentuating her silhouette and making her stand out. Her shoulder-length curls were messy from her hours in the crowd. She smiled at him, and he would recognize that smile anywhere.

For years, he had been haunted by dreams of her, each night plunging him into a labyrinth of memories and fantasies involving the same enigmatic girl. The dreams varied in their narratives, but her essence remained unchanged, constantly captivating and elusive. His song "Death of Peace of Mind" was a tribute to her, infused with the bittersweet ache of longing and nostalgia. But it wasn't just in the realm of dreams that she exerted her influence over him; there she stood amidst a sea of faces at his concert, her presence both electrifying and disconcerting. As the red lights dimmed and the first notes struck, he spotted her—eyes sparkling with recognition—and he felt a rush of adrenaline. She sang along fervently to every lyric, breathing life into the verses he had penned as a tribute to her memory. At that moment, surrounded by the cacophony of the crowd, time seemed to blur, and she became the focal point of his universe.

"It wasn't hard to realize love's the death of peace of mind."

In a sea of glowing screens and distracted faces, she stood out, ensnared by the moment unfolding before her. Unlike the others who were lost in their phones, her gaze was fixed solely on him, as if he were the center of her universe. She moved subtly to the rhythm of the music, her body gently swaying in time with the lyrics that danced through the air. A hint of shyness washed over her as she offered a small, hesitant wave, a gesture that seemed to hold more meaning than words could convey. He nodded in response, a warm smile breaking across his face, and her eyes widened in delight, reflecting a mixture of surprise and something deeper that made his heart flutter.

He knew he had to find her, praying she wasn't just a dream in the crowd.

[badomenslullaby]

THIS is the Noah that I am thinking about when I am writing Give Me Something Beautiful

[ciginatree]

Angel this is so gooddddd

you’re the love of my life

pairing: long hair!noah sebastian x gn!reader

content warnings: some pet names, tooth rotting fluff

a/n: random thought, kinda inspired by a bunch of fluffy noah fics. was supposed to be a birthday thing for him.

dividers by saradika-graphics !!

You weren’t sure why you were awake, but your eyes were fluttering open and blinking rapidly to adjust to the dark room. It was early in the morning still, around 6 am. Noah was sound asleep on your chest, face buried against your neck. He loves laying like this, with his arms wrapped around you and holding you as close as possible.

You yawned and shifted a little, causing Noah’s arms to tighten around you. He stirred, letting out a small grunt and nuzzling your neck, before going still again. Every time you moved, he went with you, he wouldn’t let go of you. You hadn’t realized he woke up until he murmured something against your chest.

“Stop movin’ s’muchhh, wanna keep snugglin with you,”

A small smile spread across your face, hand coming up to thread through his tangled locks and murmuring a soft “sorry,” . Your fingertips rubbing his scalp seemed to calm him, melting into you. His breath was warm against your skin.

It didn’t take long for him to fall back asleep, he was finally satisfied and let himself go back to dreamland when you were trapped under his weight. You didn’t mind though, he felt like a warm weighted blanket, comfy. Your eyelids were getting heavier, blinks becoming longer, fingers slowing their movements on his scalp. With one more press of your lips against his forehead, you were right off to sleep again.

Noah’s eyes fluttered open when he felt soft kisses being pressed on his face, smiling when you came into view. “G’morning angel,” He nuzzled his nose against yours, the familiar scent of your perfume engulfing his senses. “Morning Noe, I made you coffee.” He hummed and closed his eyes again when you ran your fingers through his hair, pouting when you pulled away.

“Mmh, coffee can wait, cmer,” Squeals filled the room as he drug you by your hips, pulling you on top of him. You smiled when he pressed his lips against yours, so, so softly. He’s always so gentle with you, as if you’re a porcelain doll and you’ll break even if he’s slightly rough with you.

You managed to murmur a “happy birthday,” in between kisses, feeling his smile grow against your lips. They were so soft, so kissable. You only pulled away when you started to feel lightheaded giggling at the way he started pouting. Oxygen doesn’t matter to him when it comes to kissing you.

The way he was looking at you made you melt, soft brown eyes locking onto yours. He looked so pretty, messy brown hair framing his face, the slight sprinkle of freckles on his nose and cheeks, the way the light peaking through the curtains shining on his face; he’s perfect.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” His cheeks turned a soft pink, smiling wider. “Hmm, I‘m not sure,” You both knew that was a white lie, he just wanted to hear you say it for the 100th time. You giggled, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands.

“Well, you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, and I mean that. My pretty boy,” You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, then his forehead, and lips. You could feel the way he smiled really big against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“And you’re the prettiest, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

You pulled back to smile at him, leaning your forehead against his. Mornings like this are the ones you love most, where you both kiss and hold onto each other as if it was the last time you’d be able to, where there is soft words of affirmation and just love. You always think back to the first time he told you he loved you, when you were jamming out to your playlist and doing whatever in your living room.

You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, and he wouldn’t trade you for anything.

It’s around noon now, you made Noah wait downstairs while you made sure your gift was perfect. It’s a book, but it’s a special one. Every page is filled with pictures of you and him, with the band, places you’ve been to with each other, your first date, etc. Theres the date and time under each one, most of them are polaroids of you and Noah. You drew and cut out hearts and mini envelopes and put some on the pages, even coloured and drew some pictures to put on them as well.

The front of it labeled “The Love of My life” with a white heart, since the cover is all black. You were really hoping he would like it.

You skipped downstairs, nearly tripping as you walked towards him where he was on the couch. He looked up from his phone when he heard you walk up to him, confusion written on his face when he saw the neatly wrapped gift in your hands.

“What’s this?” He asked softly when you handed it to him, sucking in on your lip nervously. “A gift, been working on it for a long time.” He smiled up at you, his hands untying the ribbon around it. It was a pretty shade of green, the wrapping paper a darker green to match. He carefully unwrapped it as if it was the most delicate thing made, setting the paper aside.

You watched as he looked at and read every page, watching the way he smiled a little wider at each one. You couldn’t see it at first, but he teared up a little at the last page. It was about how happy you were to have him in your life, how he made you smile, how you loved everything about him, how he made everything better.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say, angel.” That’s when you saw the way his eyes were glassy when he looked up at you. You plopped down beside him, cupping his cheek to make him look at you. “You don’t have to, baby.” His hands moved to curve around your sides, pulling you on top of him and holding you against his chest. He just wanted to hold you, to feel your warm skin against his.

“I love you, so, so much sweetheart.”

You smiled against his neck, pressing a soft kiss against it. “I love you too, Noe.”

Pizza boxes and cups laid in front of you on the table, a blanket wrapped around you as you leaned against Noah. You two sat on the couch, watching him play Mario Cart with Nicholas. The guys had came over a few hours ago to celebrate his birthday, all taking turns on the game.

“Nooo!! You fucker!” You giggled as Nick shouted when Noah beat him again, everyone laughing a good bit. Noah passed the controller to Jolly, and Nick passed his to Davis. His arm wrapped around you again, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled at him sleepily, yawning a little when you snuggled into his side.

“Tired baby? You can go upstairs if you want, you don’t have to stay in here.” You shook your head, moving further onto him. You’d rather sleep down here with all the noise than leave his side. You could already feel yourself dozing off, but it was okay, there’s really no place you’d rather be than right here with the guys, and your beloved Noah.

[kaliforniahigh]

Noah and this lightning 💜

[silent-stories]

Random thought about forehead kisses bc his forehead looks so kissable

Noah has always been a little weak when it comes to your affection. He’d never admit it outright—not in so many words—but you see it in the way he softens when you’re near, the way he softens under your touch.

And if there’s one thing that gets to him every single time, it’s forehead kisses.

One evening, Noah is sitting on the couch, his long legs stretched out as he strums absentmindedly on his guitar. The low hum of a melody fills the room, something unfinished. His brows furrow in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he searches for the right chords.

You don’t even remember when it started, but it’s become am habit now. When he’s sitting on the couch, lost in thought, you press a soft kiss to his forehead in passing. When he’s lying in bed, half-asleep, you brush his hair back and do it again. It’s effortless, instinctual. And every single time, he melts.

Like every time you’re about to leave. It’s always the same thing—you grab your bag, say goodbye, and head for the door. But before you can step out, something always pulls you back. Without fail, you turn around, walk back to where Noah is sitting, and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

He just smiles, sometimes teasing, sometimes quiet and knowing, but always with that warmth in his brown eyes that makes it clear he never wants you to stop.

You, curled up beside him, watch in quiet admiration. There’s something about moments like these—intimate, peaceful—that make your heart swell. Without thinking, you shift closer and lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Noah stops playing instantly.

His dark eyes flick up to you, warmth spreading across his face. “What was that for?” His voice is softer now, a little dazed.

You shrug, grinning. “Just because.”

A small smirk tugs at his lips, but you can see the way his ears turn red. He tries to shake it off, going back to his guitar, but his fingers fumble over the strings. You giggle at his sudden distraction, and he narrows his eyes playfully.

“Don’t act all innocent when you're literally the distraction here,” he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words.

You lean in again, pressing another kiss to his forehead just because you can.

He groans, dramatically throwing his head back. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Later that night, Noah is lying on his back, one arm resting lazily over his chest, the other tucked behind his head. His eyes are half-lidded, sleepy, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm shadows across his face. He looks peaceful like this.

You shift closer, letting your fingers trace absentminded patterns along his forearm, tracing his tattos before leaning in. Pressing the softest kiss to his forehead, you linger for a moment, breathing in the faint scent of his shampoo, the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

Noah exhales slowly, his body relaxing even further into the mattress. A quiet, content sound hums from his throat as he tilts his face slightly toward you, eyes still closed.

“Mm,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “You always do that when I’m about to fall asleep.”

A small smile tugs at your lips as you brush his hair back, pressing another kiss to the same spot. “Maybe that’s why you've been sleeping so well lately.”

He chuckles, low and tired, before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Could be,” he murmurs. “Guess we’ll have to test that theory.”

You laugh softly, letting your head rest against his chest as his breathing evens out. “Sounds like an experiment I wouldn’t mind running forever.”

[concretejunglefm]

I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 4).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies -> playlist, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5.

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst. Unwanted touching/groping/kissing, implied further S/A (male victim) via intoxication and mentions use of GHB. Please remember to take care of yourselves and be safe.

WC: 3.9k.

Dividers: Silent-stories.

The next day is your final full day here. By Monday morning, your trip would end, and you’d return to your usual mundane life. Instead of embracing the time you had left, you spent it sulking, wallowing in self-pity over the sting of betrayal you felt from Noah and the rest, but especially Sloan.

You never imagined your best friend would pull you back towards the guy she knew had shattered your heart.

When she tried to talk to you through your hotel room door that morning, you ignored her and hid until later that afternoon, after finishing off the bottles in your hotel room minibar.

As you exit your room, you catch Folio standing at the door to his room beside yours. You consider not disturbing him and trying to slip past, but you have no reason to be upset with him. Besides, his boyish grin always made you have a softer spot for him.

You clear your throat before speaking. “How did the show go?” Their festival performance was today, and while you knew Sloan would be there, probably stageside with how close she and Jolly had gotten over the weekend, you decided to ignore her invitation: “When you’re ready to stop being mad at everyone, you can join me at the festival.”

You weren’t mad at everyone; just Sloan, Noah, Jolly, and maybe even Nicholas with his recent behavior and invitations to both of you. Folio, as well as Matt, was probably the only one you hadn’t yet found a reason to be mad at.

“Crushed it, obviously,” he says with such pride that it makes you laugh. “Can’t do a show without crushing.” His response shouldn’t surprise you; he always took pride in his performances and his ability to improve with each one. “We were planning to go to one of the escape rooms later. You should join us.”

“Oh, I don’t—“

“Come on. It’s your last night here, right? You really want to spend it wallowing in your room?”

“Well I planned to do it down at the bar, actually.” You laugh. “Besides, I really don't think it's a good idea seeing Noah right now. I imagine him and his ex performing today made them pretty cosy, especially after the other night.” You roll your eyes at the thought and do your best trying not to appear irritated by it. You fail.

“About that…” There’s a near guilty expression on Folio’s face which causes your eyebrows to narrow.

“Yes?”

“It's not what you think. She wasn't… that wasn’t... Noah was with me the whole night.”

You scoff and shake your head. “You don't have to defend him Folio, he’s a big boy.” It almost doesn't surprise you that Noah would rope one of his friends into lying for him, into defending him when he was in the wrong.

“I’m not! We were together the whole night. The banging and the moaning you heard, that was us. He said it would be funny and I stupidly agreed.”

“Oh…” The tension in your body fades as the irritation you felt before now slowly dissipates with nowhere for it to be aimed. You'd have gladly held it over Noah for the rest of time, but if it hadn't been true, how can you?

“Like I say, I really think you should consider joining us today. It’ll be fun.” 

It's the last thing he leaves you with before slipping into his own hotel room and you actually find yourself considering it. 

You caved, and as soon as you enter the escape room, Sloan greets you with a usual sarcastic remark, breaking the pout you had been wearing and forming a smile. 

You couldn’t stay mad at her, and you hoped none of this was intentional. However, you knew you needed to talk to her sooner rather than later to prevent yourself from overthinking it.

“Ladies first,” Jolly says, gesturing towards the open door of the escape room.

Stepping inside, you find it to be a replica of a music studio, fitting for a band that had just finished a show.

Turning back towards the door, instead of seeing Sloan or anyone else enter, Noah follows and you catch Sloan’s apologetic expression as she mouths an ‘I’m sorry’ to you.

At that moment, the door closes, and your eyes widen in realization.

Crossing over to the door, you try to open it despite hearing the distinct click of the latch locking into place. “Sloan, this isn’t funny,” you call through the door, but her muffled response only adds to your frustration.

“You both really need to talk.”

You shoot a glance at Noah, your eyes narrowing. “Was this your idea?”

He chuckles and holds up his hands. “Don’t blame me. I had no idea they were going to do this. I didn’t even think you’d want to come after last night.”

“I didn’t,” you grumble, almost angry with Folio for tricking you into coming.

While Noah sits in a nearby chair, you start searching the room for clues or any way to escape.

Your brief search yields to nothing, and you grow more frustrated with Noah for not helping you. “Are you really just going to sit there and not help?”

“Why should I? I thought you worked better alone anyway,” he retorts.

You scoff. He really chose his moments to be difficult. Trying to ignore him, you resume your search, but come to a halt as the familiar chords of ‘Just Pretend’ start playing. Out of all the props in the room, he had to pick up the guitar and see if it could work.

It makes you roll your eyes to hear that song. Even though you've been avoiding the band for the past two years, you've heard it thanks to TikTok and the millions of girls who’ve been obsessed with calling it ‘the perfect love song’. It’s far from a love song, and you don’t delude yourself into thinking it could be about you. But right now, as you hear the change in lyrics, you can’t help but wonder if it could be.

Stepping towards where he’s sitting, you lower yourself slowly onto the edge of the near by chair and listen. He’s completely engrossed in the song, but his voice sounds a lot more broken and raw than it ever does when he sings it live.

Sloan had said that you both needed to talk, and maybe she’s right.

When the song ends, you take a moment to gather your thoughts before breaking the silence. “Folio told me that what happened the other night is ‘not what I think.’” You pause, your gaze settling on Noah, who avoids meeting yours. “He said you were with him all night and that she wasn’t there.”

“Yeah, well, Folio needs to mind his own business.”

“He’s only looking out for you,” you say, feeling the need to defend him. You know it was coming from a place of care for both you and Noah. “Why did you act like you were with her?”

Noah shrugs. “Thought it would be funny.”

“No, I don’t buy it,” you say.

Sighing, he finally resigns himself, if only slightly. “I thought it would make you talk to me. Even if it meant you were angry, you’d at least stop ignoring me.”

“And you couldn’t think of a better way to do that?”

“What can I say, I’m an asshole,” he admits, his voice devoid of gloating. He sounds defeated, as if he’s accepted being tarnished with that label.

“You weren’t always like that,” you say, your voice softer. Your fingers twitch, itching to reach for him but hesitant to offer him any form of comfort beyond your words. “And you didn’t have to become an asshole to get me to talk to you.”

“Really?” His gaze finally meets yours. “Because you ignored me every chance you had.” He slides forward towards the end of his seat, pushing down and onto the floor, coming onto his knees in front of you, reaching for your hand. 

Every other time he tried to reach for you during this trip, you pulled away, refusing to give him even a chance to get close. But this time, you let him take your hand in his own. 

“Call me an asshole all you want. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you never want to see my face again. Just never stop telling me those things. I hated these last two years without you, and I can’t go back to not hearing your voice ever again.”

This time, he’s down on his knees in front of you, and it’s not because of any request or attempt to humiliate him. There’s a genuine apology written across his face, and you hear it in his voice—the way he grows soft, almost desperate to not let you go again.

As much as you want to forgive him, to let him back in, even at a distance, you can’t shake the memories of what happened. Between him ghosting you, the pictures and videos of him and his ex, and the sound of her voice in his room the other night, it pains you to even consider letting any of that go unaddressed. But the thought of asking about it makes your throat tighten.

“What happened?” You finally choke out and his head, which he had lowered to rest against your lap, finally raises and he looks up at you. “With… her. What happened? You went on tour with her and then you ghosted me.” 

You sound more emotional than you mean to and you force a laugh trying to push the urge to cry back down because you’ll be damned if you sit here crying to your ex, over him, in some stupid escape room.

Noah doesn’t answer, instead he pulls himself back away from you, his head lowered, chin tucked against his chest as he slides back onto the chair, avoiding looking at you.

“God, if you cheated on me could you atleast have the balls to admit it.”

“I don’t know.” He mumbles.

“That’s such a poor excuse.”

“I don’t know.” He says it more firmly and finally lifts his head to look across at you. “We were all out. I had something to drink and the next thing I remember I was waking up in her bed.”

You can’t help the scoff you let out, shaking your head because it feels like he's using every cliche and excuse right now. “So you got drunk and hooked up with your ex? Then felt too ashamed to even tell me so you ghosted me?” Your voice slowly rises a few octaves, despite you not meaning for it to. You’re angry and upset and you can’t hold it back.

“It wasn’t like that.” He starts and you continue shaking your head, pushing up out of the chair as you begin to pace the small room, looking back over at Noah.

“Then what’s it like, Noah, huh? Because right now it sounds like you’re just a coward who cheated and couldn’t own up to it.”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t remember what happened. I don’t know how I ended up there with her, but I did.” His voice sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold himself back from becoming too upset and you see the shimmer of wetness in his eyes.

“Noah?” You move back over to the chair you were sitting in and lower yourself onto the edge reaching for him. 

The moment you do, he’s quick to use the front of his shirt to wipe away the tears which start rolling down his cheeks. 

“You really don’t remember?” You ask, your voice soft as you tentatively reach out to him, laying your hand over his and he silently shakes his head in response.

“She sent me a video.” His voice breaks a little and he clears his throat. “I can guess from there what happened. She threatened to send it to you if I didn't break up with you and get back together with her.”

“And that’s why you ghosted me?”

“That and I was ashamed.” He forces a laugh and it makes your heart break, witnessing this side of him, the side which was often reserved away from everyone, including you.

“Noah did she…” You trail off as he shakes his head in response to your words before shrugging.

“I don’t…” 

You nod and take his hand in your own, raising it towards your mouth as your turn and press a gentle kiss against his palm. You don’t need to press him anymore, you understand.

Whatever happened inside the room must've satisfied Sloan enough to have the door unlocked, because you hear the click a few moments later before seeing it open and your best friend walk in as if she was your savior.

In some ways, maybe she is.

Back at the hotel, Noah retreats to his room, and you can see the dark circles forming around his eyes. After today’s physically and emotionally taxing events, including the escape room, you didn’t object to him needing some alone time. 

While everyone else disperses, Nicholas surprises you with a knock on your door.

“There’s something you need to see,” he says.

You invite him in and watch as he pulls out his phone and steps towards you. He scrolls and taps on the screen until he’s satisfied with what he finds.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking the phone and looking down to see a video open and paused on the screen.

“What really happened,” Nicholas says. “Noah hasn’t seen the full video. Matt managed to get the full thing after talking to a few guys who were there that night.”

Moving across the room towards the bed, you settle on the edge as you take a breath and press play.

You hear the same giggle, the same high-pitched, dragging-out “Nowah” that makes your skin crawl. You really don’t want to watch this, especially when she comes into view. It makes your stomach turn and bile rise up your throat. Why do you want to watch your boyfriend making out with another girl, especially the ex he ghosted you for?

Except that isn’t what starts playing out on the screen in front of you. Noah, who looks barely conscious, is being grabbed and groped by the same girl. Her chest is pressed to his face as she giggles, acting like he’s the one behind the actions when he’s merely a puppet for her amusement.

You want to look away, to turn it off. In your mind, you’ve seen enough, but you can’t stop. The phone trembles in your hands as you watch the rest of the video.

Her fingers rake through his hair, tugging up his heavy head and cooing something almost unintelligible against his lips. Noah speaks enough for you to catch a faint word—your name. It leaves his lips and tightens your chest. Did he think it was you? Did he want it to be? Was he calling out for you? Regardless, your name is quickly dismissed by his ex, who says, “She’s not here right now, baby, but don’t worry, I’ll help you forget all about her.” The moment her lips meet his in a forced kiss, you push the phone back, shaking your head.

“I-I can’t, I’ve seen enough.” You can piece together the same puzzle that Noah did.

In his mind, he believed he had cheated, but the reality was he had been gaslit, shown only the edited version of the video where his ex was all over him and then kissing him. Waking up beside her the next morning made him reach an easy conclusion.

You want to vomit; the thought of everything that happened makes your stomach churn, and it hurts your chest not only for what you saw but also for Noah. The thought of him being burdened by this, holding onto something he thought he needed to be ashamed of and how you treated him, suddenly makes you feel guilty. You shouldn’t have been so hasty to block him, to try to cut him out of your life. What if every spam account he watched you from was his way of trying to reach out? What if he had been trying, but you just pushed him away, driving him further back every time?

“I can see why you haven’t shown him. How long have you had this?” When you look at Nicholas, you can see the struggle in his eyes at trying to keep this from his best friend.

“A few months,” he confesses, twisting his mouth. It’s as if you can see the guilt gnawing at him. “I don’t know if showing him would make things worse.”

“Definitely worse.” You whisper. You knew beneath the hardened cocky exterior was a softer heart, one Noah tried to protect and failing to do so always opened up a possibility for him diving off the deep end.

“Have you spoken to her?” When the question leaves your lips you shake your head, dismissing it yourself. “Sorry, that was dumb, of course you wouldn't.”

“We’ve tried. She refuses to get back to any of us, even her team have now told us to ‘stop harassing her’.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “She's here you know, at the hotel.”

At those words it's like you see red and suddenly every ounce of logic you have dissipates and you’re carrying yourself from your hotel room and downstairs, walking throughout the hotel as if you'll miraculously bump into his ex in the hallway or casino.

On your way, you pick up the addition of Folio and Matt, followed by Sloan and Jolly. Sloan tries to reason with you, but Folio urges you on, as if you’ll start a fight with her.

“What are you going to say to her?” Sloan asks, trying to pull you out of your rage filled trance.

“Nice to meet you. I’m the girl whose life you ruined, just like Noah’s.” You make a vague gesture, causing Jolly to chuckle. You hear a thump from his direction, indicating that Sloan hit him in response.

“You really can’t think confronting her here is a good idea.”

“Why not? She keeps hiding behind her team and everyone else. Better to catch her when she least expects it.”

“I thought you didn’t care about him.” Sloan’s voice is softer this time, and it stops you in your tracks.

You had said that, tried to act nonchalant about him, but now you’re ready to dive headfirst into his battle for what? Because you still cared?

You didn’t have time to debate Sloan’s question, and that all slips away when you catch a familiar face.

Noah’s ex.

She’s surrounded by a small crowd of people you can only assume are part of her crew. You quickly pull away from your group and head towards her, calling out to her.

You don’t know what you expected when you come face to face with her, that somehow you’ll spew everything you’ve been thinking about and holding in since he ghosted you for her, but now you’re left silent as you stand before her.

She’s beautiful, and you were never blind to that or envious of it, but now you see that there’s a distinct sneer at the corner of her lips, as if she’s looking down on you rather than at you.

Just as one of her crew approaches to gesture you to move away, you sidestep them and come towards her.

“I know what you did.”

She lets out a laugh, looking around as if appalled by such an odd accusation from a stranger. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Noah,” your eyes meet hers, and you notice the dimming of her gaze. The cocky facade she maintains slightly falters. “I know what you did.”

As she prepares to respond, her eyes divert behind you, and you hear your name being called.

Following her gaze, they fall on Noah, who is coaxing you away. His face remains as sunken as before. Since his confession, he has lost all of his composure, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s due to the exhaustion of holding onto it or if he has finally stopped pretending to be someone he’s not around you.

“No, she needs to acknowledge what she did.” You insist, turning back to face her.

“What I did was merely have some fun.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.

“That’s what you call fun?!” You feel a hand on your shoulder as Nicholas steps up to you, attempting to calm you down as your voice rises.

“A few drops of GHB to relax him. He was so tense that night.” She glances past you in Noah’s direction, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “He passed out before any real fun could occur, though.” Her mouth curls into a pout, and you feel an instant urge to lunge at her, but Nick’s hand restrains you.

“So, what you’re implying is that nothing happened?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Apart from the video your little friends apparently got ahold of, no.”

“So, you put him in your bed to make him believe he cheated? Why? Because did wanted him back?”

“I didn’t make him believe anything; he came to that conclusion on his own. It sounds like a guilty conscience to me.”

Your hand twitches, and you feel Nick move down and grasp at your wrist, as if silently preventing you from lashing out at her.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She attempts to move forward and pass you, and Nick pulls you back, out of the way, as you turn to look over at Noah.

This moment should be filled with joy as you both reunite, victorious over the evil that once plagued you. Yet, instead of embracing each other, you find yourself standing there, staring at Noah, an apologetic look etched on your face.

You had known she was manipulative, but you never imagined she would resort to such extreme measures, framing Noah for cheating while making him believe the worst had happened to him.

The way Noah looked at you was a mix of shame and disappointment. You had never lashed out at anyone the way you had her, never had to be restrained and pulled away from a potential fight. You didn’t even think you had the skills to fight beyond the occasional hair-pulling and slapping. But you had been ready then. It was all thanks to Nicholas’s presence, which prevented you from confronting her in the hotel’s public space.

Imagine how that would've looked. Another story for her to spin in her favor.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, unable to lift your gaze from the floor. Shame washes over you, not just for your actions but also for not being able to bear the disappointment in Noah's eyes for much longer.

You had always prided yourself on being level-headed, but around Noah, everything changed. Whether it was his behavior or your own emotions getting the better of you, the intensity of your feelings for him surpassed anything you had ever experienced with anyone else.

“Noah, please,” you take a step towards him, reaching out to him. But instead of embracing you, he turns away, it's his turn to walk away now, and shaking his head, he retreats from you, leaving.

When you look over to your best friend, Sloan, she offers you a comforting expression before moving in. Your lips tremble as you whisper, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She gently shushes you, pulling you into her arms. It feels so familiar now, after her months of comforting you. She doesn’t even hold the cruelty of your words from the previous night against you.

You don’t deserve her, and maybe on some level, you don’t deserve Noah either.

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[foreverlittlesoshi]

i mean camaraderie

noah sebastian x reader

content warning: smut, rough / harsh sex, belly bulge, size kink, fingering, noah is pretty much just a pleasure dom honestly

word count: 1.6k

MINORS DNI 18+

The loud sound of the front door being slammed let Noah know immediately you were in a bad mood. Must’ve been pretty bad he thought to himself and let out a sigh as he could hear you screaming into a pillow since the apartment walls were thin. 

He made his way to your bedroom door, knocking lightly and waited for an answer. The sound of your mumbling made him nervous but he just wanted to check on you and made sure you weren’t gonna destroy your vocal cords from screaming so much.

“WHAT?!” “Woah, what’s wrong?” He asks, raising his hands in defense and you immediately feel bad. “I’m sorry, the date was just-ugh.” you explained and he just chuckled.

“Was it really that bad?” You couldn’t help but start ranting about how the dude was a complete narcissist misogynistic asshole even though you tried so hard to deal with it to get a quick fuck. You didn’t even hesitate to complain about how badly you needed it because it was ovulation week and it was killing you.

“Are you serious?” he scoffed, “You went out with a complete stranger when i was here the whole time?”

He wasn’t wrong. Everyone could just smell the sexual tension between you two, even past boyfriends or girlfriends and hell, even flings could. It would be a lie if you denied ever thinking about him in that way but you always pushed those feelings aside so it would never be awkward. Fuck, why did he have to be so attractive? 

“You’re so fuckin lucky that i need dick so badly or else i’d turn you away.” You tell him as you grabbed him and pulled him into your room, slamming the door shut. Hopefully Jolly will come home late tonight. A rough kiss makes you moan softly, his large tattooed hand holds your face, and he tilts your head slightly trying to kiss you deeper as his tongue enters your mouth. Pushing him down on the bed, knees buckling as you sat on his lap and could feel him getting hard. 

“Damn,” he breaks away from the kiss, “You weren’t lying.” Whining at him as you kiss him again, Noah then gently tugs at your hair causing you to pull away and let out a sigh of pleasure. “So fuckin needy for my cock, aren’t you?” 

“Don’t start talking like that.” Breathlessly telling him, grinding on him to feel some type of friction. “Awww, why not?” his taunting didn’t help, tugging again while his other hand trailed under your dress. “ Because I’ll cum way sooner than I plan to.” You informed him and tugged at his hair causing him to hiss as his eyes closed from the pleasure. As much as he knew this probably didn’t mean much to you besides a quick fuck, he couldn’t help but think of it much deeper. Was it because he always felt something more for you or was it because of how fuckin cute you looked in that short red & black velvet dress?

Removing each of your hands from each other, you reached behind to unzip the dress and let it fall around your hips. Your mind is blank as he pushes you onto your bed, removing your clothes and pulls you into another kiss, softer but still passionate. Feeling his hands and fingers roam your body makes you shudder as he pulls away. Noah settled himself between your legs, running a finger along your slit and rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit. Hips and knees are buckling from just the tiniest bit of stimulation, both of you groaning at the sensation of his finger sinking into you and just taking in the feeling of his finger, thicker and longer than your own and reaching places you couldn’t. 

“Fucking hell, Noah.” your voice sounded like you were on the verge of crying. If you were already this fucked out from his finger how were you gonna be due to his dick? He rested his other hand on your right thigh and squeezed, trying to help you back down to earth but with him entering another finger didn’t help and it just caused you to go more light headed as he pumped them.

“Hey, don’t go dumb just yet.” Shivering as his hand touched your cheek, eyes fluttering open and kissing him. 

“Please just fuck me. I can’t stand this anymore.” Begging him as he pulled away and he lifted himself up to tug off his shirt. You couldn’t help yourself as you caressed his chest, lightly dragging a finger to trace some tattoos and the sight of his bulge making you whine.

As he removed his boxer, you weren’t expecting him to be so big. I mean you had thought it was but actually seeing it made you anxious. It was actually pretty and didn't look like a mushroom wearing a skin hat.

“You plan on using lube?” He laughed at your question. “I’m serious. You’re the biggest I’ll probably ever take or have.” 

“C’mon, I’ll fit.” You just scoffed. 

“Let’s test it real quick then. Get up here.” He shrugged then positioned himself between your legs and lined his size against your stomach. Right at your navel was his tip, precum dripping right in your belly button and it made you whimper again.

“Noah, I don’t know about this.” “How about this, just the tip and it’s up to you when you can take more?” It shouldn’t be surprising that he was being thoughtful but it made your heart swell with how understanding he was. “Deal.”

He gave you a quick peck before letting his spit fall directly on your hole, shivering at the feeling of the warmth and feeling his tip run through your folds, his tip slightly pushing into you and already feeling the pain. Digging your nails right into his forearm and you could feel yourself break his skin but you didn’t mean to, it’s not like you expected him to be this fuckin big. He just rested there while you did your best to relax and get used to the feeling.

“You know what?” You groaned out. 

“What?” He was worried you changed your mind about the whole thing.

“I’m probably gonna regret this but just go balls deep.” “Are you sure?” Absolutely not but it’s just better to get this pain over with.

“Yes please.” 

Just the feeling of him pushing himself just a little bit more in made you feel so like you were genuinely being split in half so when his pelvis met your own, your head fell back against the pillow and felt so full. 

“Are you still with me?” “Mhm, just please fuck me now.” The feeling of pleasure taking control over you again. 

“Whatever you want princess.” Not even looking at him, you could hear the smirk in his voice and you almost snapped back at him until he pushed your knees near your head and it caused you to literally scream. 

The way he angles his hips makes you feel the merciless rhythm,  deciding today was a good day to try and completely obliterate your cervix. You could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, brain feeling so fuzzy and Noah clouded any thought you could form. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. The way you looked as you got fucked stupid made you look so beautiful. The way your hair was disheveled, face flushed, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure and the little whines of his name leaving your lips. His eyes trailed down your body, the little bump that would appear as he thrusted into you made him want to cum right then and there.

“Wanna feel something?” You nodded weakly. 

Feeling his hand guide yours to your belly and you could feel the bulge of his cock from inside of you.

“Noah.” is the only word you could whine and for some reason, that awoke something in him. He pulled out then flipped you over and slammed back into you, hips slamming into your ass at a bruising force and honestly thought you could feel him ever deeper than before. His moans sounded so guttural at first but as he got closer to finally cumming, he got so whiny and you couldn’t help but have a slight thought that he was so cute.

 “How can you still be so tight? Please tell me you’re close? I’m about to cum. Oh f-fuck,I’m gonna cum. Please cum first.” 

Hearing him whine made you clench around him tighter as you finally came, screaming and crying out his name.Noah then pulled out and flipped you onto your back again making you overstimulated as he leans down into the side of your neck,he slams into you one more time before his hips finally stutter and feel him paint your inside with his cum as he bites your neck harshly causing you to let out one final moan. 

Even with the cloudiness in your brain, you still felt Noah lift himself up, an audible pop could be heard as he slid his cock out of you and the stickiness of the mix of cum leaking out made you cringe just a bit.

“Don’t make that face.” His chest was heaving, “Honestly, it’s hot.”

You weakly chuckled at him,” You’re not wrong but i’m already sweaty as fuck so this just makes me feel gross. Also, you’re a fucking dumbass.”

“Hold up, I just gave you the best dick you could’ve ever imagined and you’re insulting me?”

“I am because I didn’t think you would actually cum in me. I told you during my ranting that I was ovulating!” You remind him as you lightly slapped him.

“You act like we can’t go get the morning after pill.” He tells you.

“I don’t think I can walk because of you. So get your ass moving.” Groaning as he stands up and pulls his boxers back on then gets dressed. “Fine but I expect some cuddles when I get back.” 

“Of course.” 

A/N - this took me over a day to finish because fuck walmart also if it's not clear, yeah jolly didn't come home.

by the way, i based the height of the reader on myself since i’m 4’10 but obviously this could go for any height since noah is 6’3

[xmads-omensx]

PART 6 TO CALL ME LOVER

Word Count: 1,964

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: mentions of smut and allusions to smut, angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol

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He often found himself reminiscing on the old days.

Looking back to simpler times.

This night in particular, he had stumbled across an old sweater. It was a dark green colour with white embroidery on the front, identifying the fact that this sweater belonged to a member of a college volleyball team.

It was hers.

Her scent still lingered on the fabric.

He pulled it up to his nose, inhaling deeply.

Part of his felt that this was a weird thing to be doing, but he didn’t care. It was the last scrap of her that he still possessed besides the stuffed lamb.

The sweater had fit her perfectly. It sat slightly oversized on her frame, which he had loved.

The last time he had seen it was when it lay over the back of the desk chair that sat in her college dorm.

She was one of the most intelligent people he knew, so it was no wonder that she had been the only person out of the group that they used to hang around with to go to college.

The sweater rarely ever made its way back to the hanger that sat empty in her wardrobe.

He remembered laying on her bed waiting for her whilst she got ready for the party they were going to be attending.

It was a social event to celebrate the volleyball team’s latest win so Y/N was invited, and insisted on Noah driving over to go with her.

She had wanted him there to celebrate with her in her special moment as she had for him when Bad Omens released their first single.

On this particular night as Noah lay on her bed, she seemed more anxious than normal.

Her hands were more expressive when she talked and she kept getting frustrated by her makeup not looking how she wanted it to.

She looked perfect in his eyes.

She always did.

But tonight felt different.

Their was something about her that wasn’t quite the Y/N he knew and loved.

“Are you okay?” He asked with a laugh as she threw her eyelash curler down for the fourth time.

She sighed, her head falling into her hands.

“Yeah I’m fine.” She muttered.

Noah was sceptical but didn’t push her because he knew that would only frustrate her further.

Soft and slow acoustic music flowed from the small speaker on her desk.

It belonged to her dorm-mate but since Y/N was going to a party, Anna, her dorm-mate had kindly gone to stay at her girlfriend’s dorm that night instead.

That had also confused Noah, since Y/N never got drunk enough to warrant that. She also never brought anyone back to her dorm so it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Then it hit Noah.

She had plans to bring someone home later on in the night.

“Where’s Anna?” Noah asked.

“I already told you.” Y/N replied, not looking away from her mirror, “She’s at Evie’s.”

“How come?” He asked.

“Because she wanted to? I don’t know, Noah. You can take the bed if that’s what you’re getting at.” Y/N responded.

Noah laughed.

“You know I’m more than happy to just share yours like I usually do.” He said.

She smiled.

“I know.” She murmured.

“You’re planning on bringing someone home tonight aren’t you? That’s why you’re so nervous.” Noah said in a confident voice.

Y/N looked at her lap, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks.

She nodded.

“Who?” Noah asked.

“Brady.” Y/N murmured in reply.

Noah was stunned into silence.

Brady had a reputation for being a fuck boy.

He moved on from one girl to the next, he didn’t care how they felt, not one bit.

Part of Noah’s heart started to break when he realised that you wanted somebody else in your bed that night, not him.

“But I’m scared.” She whispered.

“Don’t go through with it if you’re scared.” Noah suggested, hoping she would change her mind.

He patted the space beside him on the bed, gesturing for her to come and sit beside him.

She obliged, resting her head on his shoulder, to which he responded by kissing the top of her head, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in closer.

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” She admitted softly.

“Done what?” He asked, searching for clarity.

“I don’t usually do this kind of thing.” She said a little bit louder. “One night stands.”

“Oh.” He said in response. “You’ve never slept with anyone?”

“I’ve never even kissed somebody.” She said with a dry laugh. “Does it change the way you think of me?” She looked up at him. “Of course it doesn’t.” He assured her, placing a kiss onto her forehead.

They sat like that for a while.

Entwined in one another.

Noah clutched the stuffed lamb to his chest as he remembered the moment when he sat on the precipice of having everything that he ever dreamed of having, but let it slip right through his fingers.

Back then, he was a nervous wreck.

He couldn’t find the words to express what he wanted to, so instead placed his hand on the side of her face ever so gently, and pulled it closer to his own until their lips met.

The kiss itself was nothing special.

It barely lasted a few seconds.

But Noah felt electric.

His body erupted in fireworks as he finally got to hold her face in his hands.

Their lips interlocked in the softest of kisses, making his lips tingle.

He felt like he was on fire.

When the kiss ended, their foreheads pressed against eachother.

Fireworks still burst in Noah’s chest as he looked into her sparkling eyes.

“I can be your first.” He whispered.

Noah knew that his proposition was a gamble, but he was willing to risk it, just to be that close to her, even if it was only once.

“You mean that?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Yes.” He whispered. “I want you to be with someone you trust, not some fuckboy at a party.”

“I would really like that.” She replied after a beat.

Noah instantly pulled her back in for another kiss.

The electricity between them soared as Noah pulled her onto his lap, not breaking the kiss, even for a moment.

The music from earlier continued, offering a blissful soundtrack to their intimacy as they grew closer and closer to together.

Noah delicately took off her clothes.

Nervous and tentative fingers explored her as she sat above him, looking down at him with curious eyes.

“I don’t know what to do.” She whispered, red rising to her cheeks as he looked into his brown eyes.

“That’s okay.” He whispered, hands caressing her sides gently. “That’s what I’m here for. I’m going to help you.”

She leant down and kissed him, muttering a soft “thank you” as she pulled away.

The moments that followed were quite possibly the most magical moments in Noah’s life as he held her close, treasuring every inch of her being.

She trusted him completely.

Soft touches and kisses was all that Noah could focus on as he took her.

This wasn’t just fucking to him. He wanted to make love to her.

She deserved it.

Before either of them knew it, Noah was holding her naked form close to his own as they breathed heavily.

Her phone rang suddenly, breaking them out of the bubble they had created for the two of them.

Y/N broke free from Noah’s hold, his arm falling off of her hip and lay limp of the bed beside her as she sat up, answering the call.

“Oh shit.” Y/N spoke to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Yeah we’re on our way now, we lost track of time.”

She jumped off of the bed, and started pulling her clothes back on hurriedly, tossing Noah his own clothes.

Of course she still wanted to go to the party.

The car ride over was silent as they hummed along to the demo of the new Bad Omens song that Noah had been working on.

The Foutain.

Noah would never tell Y/N that he had written the song for her.

Part of him wished  that he had.

But he never did.

“I guess I was right when I wrote that.” Noah spoke to the lamb that he clutched in his hands as he reminisced on that night.

They both exited the car and walked towards the house.

Loud music boomed from inside, multicoloured lights burst through the windows.

“Thank you.” She said as they reached the front door. “I’m glad it was you.”

He smiled at her softly, also glad that he was the one to do that for her instead of Brady.

They entered the house.

Blue Monday by New Order blaring from the speakers as they meandered through the partygoers.

They paid no mind to Noah, instead congratulating Y/N on the volleyball team’s win.

He liked watching her succeed like this.

Their hands were still interlocked as they navigated their way to the kitchen in search of a drink.

Noah grabbed the both of them a beer, opening them before handing one to her.

She took a swig almost immediately, making Noah laugh.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had caught glimpse of a rare jewel.

“It’s him.” She hurriedly gushed. “Wish me luck.”

Noah barely had enough time to process what had happened before she vanished back into the crowd.

Then he realised where she had gone.

In the middle of the living room stood Brady.

He was tall with short, dark hair.

He was the complete opposite of Noah.

Brady was the captain of the college hockey team. Popular. Strong. Good looking. All the girls fawned over him like he was Justin Bieber.

It was no wonder Y/N was attracted to him.

He leant down to whisper in her ear, making her giggle.

The sight made Noah sick.

It should be him that he was giggling at not Brady.

He had no choice to watch as she flirted with another man right in front of him.

Flashbacks of what had happened in her dorm room merely a few hours ago replayed in his mind. He had been certain that doing that would have been enough for him to convey how he felt to her.

It wasn’t.

And as he watched her leave with Brady that night, he felt the fissure in his heart widen.

He knew it in that moment that he had lost her.

It didn’t matter what he did for her, he would never be enough.

Never be worthy.

They never did talk about what had happened in her dorm room that night.

There was no romance between Y/N and Brady.

In fact, Noah wasn’t sure their fling ever progressed past that night.

He recalled holding her in his arms as she sobbed having been ghosted less than a week later.

Sometimes Noah closed his eyes and saw her, pretending that it was him that she went home with that night.

He had slept alone in her single bed where they made love.

The sheets were now cold.

Much like the bed he slept in now.

The black sheets that he cocooned himself in nightly were never warm and he feared they never would be again.

He looked at the lamb in his hands.

“You’re all I have left of her.” He laughed, even though it was forced.

Her bed was warm.

He was jealous of that more than anything.

She got to go to bed every night in the arms of someone who loved her.

He didn’t.

He went to sleep alone every.

Damn.

Night.

They never talked that night.

And they never would ever again.

[bad-omens-blog]

Vanilla and Lavender Dreams

Summary: Noah has had dreams of the same girl for years.

Warning: Kissing. Pinning. Some touching.

Noah slowly stretched his limbs, raising his arms high above his head in a deep, satisfying yawn that echoed the fatigue he felt from hours spent immersed in the glow of his computer screen. The dim light illuminated his cluttered desk, littered with crumpled sheets of paper filled with hastily scribbled lyrics and sketches of melodies. He had dedicated the better part of the afternoon to crafting a new song, pouring his heart and soul into the intricate beats and evocative verses.

"You heading to bed?" Jolly asked.

Noah nodded, "Yeah. I'm beat. I can't look at this screen anymore." He said his goodbyes and headed for his bedroom.

He peeled off his current hoodie, a rougher fabric that felt heavy against his skin, and reached for the one that had become a comforting nightly ritual. The softer lavender-colored hoodie, with its well-worn fabric, cradled him like a gentle embrace. He had discovered it at a quaint thrift store, its aromatic essence a delightful blend that lingered in his memory—sweet notes of vanilla, the calming fragrance of lavender, infused with a hint of spicy warmth that enchanted him. So taken was he by the scent that he ventured to a local perfume shop, determined to find something that could replicate that same feeling of nostalgia and comfort. He picked up the elegant gold bottle that rested on his bedside table, its design as enticing as its contents. With a delicate touch, he sprayed the collar of the hoodie, allowing the familiar aroma to envelop him.

It's what Noah pictured she smelt like. His dream girl. He hoped he would see her again.

Before slipping beneath the cool sheets of his bed, he took a moment to adjust the ambiance lighting. The room transformed as he dialed the color to a rich, deep purple, casting a soothing glow that enveloped the space in warmth and tranquility. He then settled into his pillow, nestling his nose into the soft fabric of the collar, inhaling the familiar scent that brought him comfort. The gentle aroma wrapped around him, evoking memories and enveloping him in a feeling of serene contentment as he prepared to drift off to sleep.

He first became aware that he was not lying in his own bed or even in his familiar room. Instead, he found himself enveloped in a serene oasis of brightness and softness. A plush, white comforter—thick and inviting—was gently draped over his waist, cradling him in warmth. The delicate lace curtains fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, allowing streams of golden sunlight to pour in, illuminating the space in a way that filled it with a gentle glow. Normally, he would grumble at the intrusive morning light, but it felt ethereal, dream-like at this moment.

He turned his head, squinting against the bright light to catch a glimpse of a wild crown of fiery red curls cascading down a bare, creamy back. His fingers, adorned with intricate tattoos, instinctively traced the soft, silken skin, savoring its warmth and smoothness.

"Hm?" The woman stirred lightly, "Noah?"

His heart clenched, and he rolled, pressing his chest to her back, "Yeah, baby?" That addictive scent of hers cocooned him as his arm wrapped around her waist.

"I was wondering when you'd be back," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and slurred like honey. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow around her.

"I could never be away from you for long," he murmured softly, his warm breath grazing her skin. Gently, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, savoring the delicate taste of her skin. He then brushed his lips against her head, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her hair. Each kiss was a quiet promise that spoke volumes, wrapping them both in an unspoken intimacy that felt like home.

She rolled over, and hazel eyes stared into his brown ones, "Such a romantic." She raised up and kissed him softly, slowly. His hand caressed her cheek, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue begged for access to her mouth.

When she opened fully, he moaned. Their tongues danced a familiar routine. One he tried to memorize even when he was awake. His hands followed a path down her body, from her silky waist to her thigh. He pulled it over his hips so he was on his back, all while kissing her until his lungs ached.

With a lighthearted giggle, she leaned away, her hand playfully resting against his chest. The contrast was striking; her flawless, pale skin stood in sharp relief against the intricate tapestry of ink that adorned his body, each tattoo telling a story of its own.

"I fucking missed you." He rasped, desperate to kiss her again, "I wish I knew you in the real world." He wanted her to be his. Selfishly. Thouglessly his.

She hummed, "I'm sure we'll meet. Someday." She pressed her ear to his chest, "Your heart is beating fast."

"You make me that way." He kissed her crown, "Come to my next show."

She looked into his brown eyes, "Thousands of women are begging for you to look at them. You'll never pick me out of a crowd."

"Tell me your name then." He whispered, kissing her brow, "And I'll know it's you."

Her mouth opened, and then suddenly, he was jerked out of the bed.

"NOAH! WAKE THE FUCK UP DUDE!" His eye snapped open with a jolt of his body. He squinted against the light coming from his open bedroom door.

"What the fuck, man?" Noah snapped at Matt.

"It's nine a clock. You have an interview! Get dressed and shower. Smells like a perfume store in here." Matt stormed from the room.

Noah nestled deeper into the plush embrace of his pillows with a weary groan escaping his lips. He pressed his hand against his chest, feeling an ache that mirrored the emptiness left by her absence. Memories of her warm presence flooded his mind—the way her smile would light up the room, a radiant beam that could chase away the shadows, and the melodic sound of her laughter, a sweet symphony that danced in the air and wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

"I can wait for years if I gotta; heaven knows I ain't getting over you," Noah muttered. "Huh, catchy."

@thenmaybehellaintsobadafterall

[badomenslullaby]

Chapter One

Paring: Noah x Fem reader

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

MasterList

It's a serene and mildly cool Tuesday afternoon in September. Once again, you’re tucked away in the snug, bustling heart of your family’s small shop. As your grandmother diligently dusts shelves, you take the initiative to prop the front door open, inviting a much-needed breeze to dilute the still air. A warm and inviting scent of beeswax and linseed oil fills the air of the small shop, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee brewing from upstairs. Sunlight is filtering through the large front window, casting a golden glow on the extensive array of artwork that fills every part of the shop with no wall left bare. Several hand-painted canvases bursting with vibrant colors and intricate details on the walls. Your grandfather's landscapes, capturing the tranquil beauty of local scenes from the town and countryside, hang beside Your grandmother's delicate watercolors of blossoming flowers and whimsical creatures.

 Two tall, slim bookcases in the corner proudly showcase your collection of several photographs. Two different photography series are on display. Both tell a compelling and immersive story in their own way. One of the series, in black-and-white, features many haunting self-portraits that capture a raw essence of emotion as it explores the mental health struggles you endure daily. The images convey the experience in ways that your words often cannot. Your second series is lighter but is equally as powerful. It focuses on the extraordinary and captivating energy that music festivals and concerts have to offer. Presenting several dynamic action shots of a multitude of crowds, their movement, and spirit frozen in time, with each frame pulsating with rhythm and excitement of the moment.

In the center of the room, several wooden tables hold a multitude of small sculptures that various local artists handcraft. The sculptures range from smooth, polished pieces to quirky, abstract figures made of different types of recycled materials. Each piece has a personality and story that calls out to those who wander in. One is never here for too long without finding a home. The quaint family shop is a cozy labyrinth of creativity. Handwoven rugs cover the old, creaky wooden floors, splashing the area with earthy tones. Where there isn’t art hanging, shelves and display cases are overflowing with art supplies such as paint tubes, sketchbooks, canvases, and handmade art brushes. 

Currently, like most days, the atmosphere is lively, with a blend of quiet determination and artistic energy. Several customers chat softly as they browse, occasionally pausing to chat with your grandmother or grandfather to share stories or talk about the pieces that catch their eyes. You quietly hum to yourself as you get to your position behind the counter; you gently sit on your knees and rearrange the display case underneath it. While doing your usual mind-numbing task, your attention is suddenly drawn to a pair of beaten-up Converse and black skinny jeans. Your eyes widen slightly, and your mouth goes dry. Feeling a flush of heat creep up your cheeks,  you tentatively lick your lips, close your eyes, and slowly count to five. 

Of all days, today is when tall, dark, and handsome decide to browse through the store. You’re torn between feeling thankful and slightly embarrassed since he doesn't know you. Standing up, you straighten your burgundy sweater and steal a glance out of the corner of your eye. He's relatively new in town; you first noticed him at the local coffee shop a few weeks ago. With beautiful, long, dark brown hair falling a good couple of inches past his shoulders and tattoos covering his arms, hands, and neck, it's safe to say that you were enamored with him right off the bat. As you awkwardly watched him from your peripheral view, you noticed that he stopped in front of your photographs. A small yet slightly high-pitched squeaking noise comes out of your mouth, and right as he turns towards your direction, you drop down to the floor, busying yourself with the display case again. 

After a few minutes, you slowly peeked over the counter to see his attention back on the photographs. 

“Get yourself together, Morrigan,” you quietly whisper to yourself. “You don’t even know this dude, and he has you acting like a damn high school girl.”

You take a deep breath in and quickly huff it out. Compiling your composure once again, you bend down and shut the display case, swiftly locking it and putting the key in the small cubby hole beneath the register. Once you return to standing, you grab a rag and cleaner and wipe down the counter. A flash of long white hair catches your eye as your grandmother walks across the store toward the beautiful man. You both made eye contact as she walked by, and she slyly winked at you. Your right eye starts to twitch.

A customer gently clears her throat at the counter, pulling your attention back. She offers an awkward smile as you quickly rub your eye to stop it from twitching. While engaging in small talk with her, your mind is only half present, the other half focused on your grandmother, who has just struck up a conversation with the intriguing stranger. You ring up the customer's purchase, forcing a polite smile as she hands you the exact change. You silently say a prayer of gratitude for not having to do math during this stressful time. As your heart races, you can't help but steal glances toward the back of the shop, where your grandmother and the stranger are having a conversation.

As you politely listen to the customer's story while packing up her purchases, you catch a glimpse of your grandmother picking up one of the photographs with a broad smile, talking animatedly. As you hand the customer her bags, your grandmother nods in your direction, prompting the stranger to turn and look at you. You quickly avoid eye contact and begin to feel overly warm, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. In a quiet voice, you stammer goodbye to the customer as she leaves. Swiftly, you turn and head through the chipped-painted doorway and into the narrow staircase leading to the upstairs living quarters. The worn and creaky steps groan under your hurried footsteps.

As you reach the top of the steps, you lean on the handrail, panting to catch your breath. Knowing you can't stay up here for too long, you quickly turn to your right down the hallway, passing your bedroom and the bathroom. You make your way into the kitchen, fumbling slightly as you open the cabinets to grab a mug. You need to bring a cup of coffee downstairs to make it look like you came up here with a purpose. As you pour the coffee, you notice how clammy your hands are and how suddenly hot you feel. Setting the coffee pot down, you head to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. You take a deep breath and gulp it down, one sip turning into two until you've chugged the entire bottle. Once you throw away the bottle, you grab the mug and make your way out of the kitchen, almost bumping into the table.

When you arrive at the top of the stairs, you halt momentarily and take a deep, calming breath. 

“You are okay, Morrigan. It’s okay for attractive people to look at you and interact with you. Just because they are attractive doesn’t mean that they are on a higher level than you are,” you mumble to yourself. 

With that, you start walking down the stairs, counting each step as you descend back to the shop. Once you reach the bottom of the steps and walk through the doorway, you are greeted by your grandmother.

"Ah, here she is!" your grandmother exclaims, her eyes twinkling as she sees you. “Morrigan dear, this is Noah. He was just telling me that he and his friends had just moved here about a month ago.”

You slowly made eye contact with Noah, and your breath got caught in your throat. He was even more beautiful up close. He gave you a small, yet dazzling smile.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you Morrigan. Your grandma was just showing me some of your photos.” Noah said. 

The way he was looking at you made you want to melt. You gave him a shy smile.

"Thank you. That really means a lot," you said with a shy smile. Heat rises to your cheeks as you send a silent prayer into the void, hoping someone, anyone, is listening. Please, don’t let him notice.

“I was asking Noah what brought them to our little town, and he told me it’s just temporary until his band takes off,” your grandmother said, raising her eyebrows.

 It clicked, she was trying to play matchmaker. She knew all too well about your weakness for musicians. 

Noah let out a small laugh and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Noticing his nervousness, you offered him a reassuring smile.

“That’s cool. What kind of music do you play?” you asked.

“We play a mixture of metalcore, nu-metal, and alternative metal.” Your eyes light up.

Not only is this man super cute, but he plays music that is right up your alley. Could he be even more perfect?

“I definitely need to check you guys out, that’s totally my scene,” you said excitedly.

Your town is full of creative energy, but most local bands stick to a mix of Midwestern emo and indie. You appreciate it, sure, but it’s rare to meet someone who plays your kind of music. He perked up a little when you said that.

“We’re throwing a party tonight and playing our newest album. You should swing by, maybe even take some pictures of our performance… if you’re up for it.” 

On the inside, you felt giddy, it had been a while since you’d gone out. This was your chance to not only work on your photography but also connect with a cute guy. You tried to mask your excitement, aiming for a calm, cool, and collected smile.

“I’m always up for good music and a good time. Count me in.”

His smile widened at your acceptance of his invitation. You watched as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

“Would it be okay if I got your number? I can text you the time and location,” he asked, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Your smile widens slightly as you grab a pen, fidgeting with it to keep your hands busy.

“Yeah, just don’t sign me up for spam calls,” you joke.

He laughs, and it sounds like music to your ears. You giggle and give him your number. Once he inputs it into his phone, he sends you a text so you’ll have his, too.

With that, he waves goodbye and walks off. You stand there, a goofy grin on your face, looking like a love-sick puppy.

[kaliforniahigh]

You usually left Noah to his own devices when it came to recording, writing and producing. You knew he got very focused whenever he was in there with the boys.

But tonight, every single one of them has already left the studio, passing by the living room to bid you a quick goodbye before making their way out of the door. They all looked tired in their own ways, and you wondered how long it would take for your Noah to leave the studio.

You tried to busy yourself watching videos on your phone and scrolling through social media. But as the time passed, you realized it was close to 11PM and you haven't even had dinner yet. Your stomach was rumbling and your eyes were beginning to feel tired. So you made your way to the studio to check on your boyfriend.

Opening the door slowly, you saw him sitting on the chair in front of the computer. You could see the back of his head and his ever growing hair that you loved to grab on to and run your fingers through. He wasn't even moving, just blankly staring at the screen in front of him, and you knew it was time to try to get him out of here.

His broad shoulders were being hugged by his black t-shirt. You loved him in everything he worn, but a basic black t-shirt would always be your favorite.

You lingered by the door for another couple of seconds before you knocked, only loud enough for him to hear and turn around on his chair to finally land his eyes on you.

"Hi, baby", his voice was low and a little raspy, clearly tired after a whole day of singing and screaming into the microphone.

But what caught your attention were his drained eyes. You felt a little guilty for finding the sight before you completely adorable, but you couldn't help it. Besides, you knew he got extremely soft and touchy when he got tired, so that's why you made your way over to him, his arms already extending towards you to rest on your hips.

You got closer to him and ran your hands through his hair, he sighed in pleasure and encircled his arms around you in a hug, resting his head on your tummy. You could feel the ends of his hair prickling your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

"It's already 11PM, baby. You need to eat and go to bed", you told him in a small voice, almost a whisper. The room was quiet and despite the cold lightning, you felt a sense of comfort being here with him.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't realize it was this late", he murmured into your shirt, but didn't move his head at all.

"I'll get something ready for us to eat, and then I'll be back to get you once it's done, ok?" you asked him, but he made a sound of complaint and you felt his arms tighten around you.

"Want you to stay here. Haven't felt you all day", he nuzzled his head closer as if to get his point across and convince you to stay. He never had to convince you to stay, your favorite place would always be with him.

You moved around a bit in his embrace and settled yourself on his lap, straddling his hip. The position didn't feel sexual at all in this moment. You were both craving some sense of closeness - him more than you - and the feeling of each other's body heat, so you decided to give him what he wanted before you would have to inevitably get up and fix you both something to eat.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he started to move his hands up and down your back.

"How was the studio session today?", you asked him, wanting to know if the reason he was staying here so late was because he was struggling with something, or because it was going so right, he didn't want to stop.

"Started good, but then we hit a brick wall. The guys left to clear their heads and I stayed here to try and sort it out", he mumbled into your neck. You knew that he felt more responsible than the other guys, and you always tried to tell him that this is a team effort, but you knew your boyfriend would always work himself to the bone regardless. And that'd when you would gladly step in.

"How about you also get out of here to clear your head? You can wait for me on the couch while I get dinner done", he knew why you were so adamant on him eating something. Having watched him go to bed without eating one too many times. The thought of you worring about him so much filled his stomach with butterflies. He loved being cared by you.

He finally nodded, realizing he wouldn't get anything done this tired and hungry.

You got up from his lap and he stood up after you, taking your hand in his and leading him out the door. Making your way to the kitchen, you thought he would situate himself on the couch and rest for a bit, even doze off for a while. But he followed you to the kitchen and made a personal home behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

You smiled to yourself, knowing there was nowhere you'd rather be right now. From time to time you gave him a piece of whatever you were cooking - and he gave a hum of appreciation, telling you it was good - and from time to time he gave you a kiss on the neck.

Noah was forever grateful for your presence in his life, knowing that he needed you to bring him back down when his head got too far up in the clouds. He didn't know what he'd do without feeling the heat of your body and your delicate hands on his skin at the end of a rough day.

[silent-stories]

Random thought about noah's mustache:

Noah had been growing out his mustache for a while now, and while you hadn’t said much about it, you’d definitely noticed. At first, it was just a little stubble, something barely there that you could ignore. But now? Now it was starting to become a real issue, one that you were currently experiencing firsthand.

It had been a lazy day, the kind where neither of you had much to do, so you’d been sprawled out together on the couch, tangled up in each other. The soft hum of music played in the background, but all you could focus on was the warmth of Noah’s arms wrapped securely around you. He was always affectionate, but today he seemed extra touchy, pulling you closer every chance he got, tucking his chin over your head, running his fingers up and down your back in soothing motions.

“You’re really snuggly today,” you murmured, tilting your head up to look at him.

Noah grinned, his brown eyes meeting yours. “So are you,” he teased, shifting you more comfortably in his lap. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You huffed a small laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. “It’s just one of those days. And you’re comfy.”

He chuckled, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. “Yeah? You planning to stay here all day?”

“Maybe.” You nuzzled against him. “Depends on if you plan to move.”

Noah smiled, “Guess you’re stuck, then.”

You hummed in agreement, completely content. For a while, you just stayed there, soaking in the quiet, the way his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear. But then, he shifted slightly, one hand tilting your chin up, his eyes flickering over your face before he leaned in.

The kiss started soft, slow, just the gentle press of his lips against yours, warm and familiar. You sighed, your hands curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you kissed him back, sinking into the moment. But then, as he deepened the kiss, something prickled against your skin.

You ignored it at first, but the more he moved, the more it tickled, and not in a good way. His mustache brushed against your upper lip, and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You pulled back slightly, blinking up at him. Noah raised a brow. “What?”

You hesitated before bringing your hands up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. You loved him, you really did, but you couldn’t do this anymore.

“Noah,” you started sweetly, rubbing your fingers along his jawline. “You’re really, really pretty.”

His lips curled into a smug smile. “I like where this is going.”

“I mean it,” you continued, staring at him with nothing but adoration. “Like, you’re almost unfairly attractive. A whole problem.”

His grin widened, his arms tightening around your waist. “Go on.”

“But…” You let your thumbs drag down over the little mustache, your lips pressing into a small pout. “This?”

His smirk faltered. “What about this?”

“It’s gotta go.”

Noah blinked. Then he let out a loud laugh, his head tipping back. “Wait, that’s what this is about?”

“Yes!” you whined, still cradling his face. “It’s attacking me every time we kiss! I love you, but I also love my face not being scratched mid-makeout.”

He shook his head, clearly trying not to laugh even harder. “Oh, so that’s why you stopped kissing me? You just don’t like my mustache?”

You huffed. “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just—” You sighed, rubbing his jaw again for emphasis. “This thing physically bothers me.”

Noah gave you an exaggerated frown, his grip on your waist tightening playfully. “Wow. So, let me get this straight—you don’t think my mustache is sexy?”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “I think you’re sexy.”

“But not the mustache?”

You hesitated. “Not when it is attacking me.”

That was the final straw—Noah lost it, laughter shaking through his chest as he pulled you even closer, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re unbelievable. It's a bit of mustache, not a fucking lion.”

“I’m just being honest!” you defended, laughing with him.

He sighed dramatically, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Alright, fine. Since you asked so sweetly, I’ll shave it.”

You gasped in excitement, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolled his eyes, still grinning. “You're lucky you’re cute.”

You beamed, snuggling into his chest. “Good. Now, let’s get back to the cuddling part.”