#bad omens cult blurbs

[concretenoah]

imagine sitting on noah’s lap all curled up, your head's resting on his chest and all you can hear is the sweet sound of his heartbeat. you're both in your comfy clothes and under your favorite blanket on the couch so it's extra cozy. lofi's playing in the background and you’re surrounded by dim led lights. his arms are wrapped around you, fingers drawing shapes along your skin. all you feel is love, comfort and safety while being enveloped in his arms. with that comfort comes the heavy weight of your eyelids, and before you know it you're asleep. he starts leaving lil soft kisses on the top of your head. he can't help but watch you sleep and smile to himself. he loves all of your features; the way you sleep with your mouth slightly open, and the little soft noises you make when you nuzzle in closer to him. that one lil freckle by your eye that he noticed the night he met you. you hate it, but he’s constantly reassuring you how adorable it is. the way your hair always falls in your face and you scrunch your nose bc it tickles. he giggles to himself and gently brushes it away bc he knows it’s bothering you. he loves the softness of your skin, and he can’t help cupping your face and rubbing the pad of his thumb along your cheek. he admires every small detail about you, and after awhile, he can't keep his own eyes open. you give him the same comfort that he gives you and he’s never had that before. soon enough, he is softly whispering i love you and placing one last kiss to the top of your head before falling asleep. to love and to be loved, it’s what he’s always wanted and he finally found it with you

i feel like he’d be so soft if he was in love like this i can’t stop thinking about it UGH anyways

[thecoyotescry]

Time for another thought, gang!

You didn’t know that making a big, buff, tatted up metalcore singer blush would be so easy. But it happens a whole lot more than you ever expected, and every time it does, a sense of pride comes over you.

Like that time you brought him flowers after a show. You had decided to surprise him, and since you hadn’t been together for very long, your nerves were coursing through your veins at lightening speed. But all of that changed when Noah saw you standing backstage.

“You sure know how to put on a great show,” you state as he makes his way toward you, completely taken aback. The fact that you’ve rendered all 6’3 of him speechless gives you the confidence boost you didn’t know you needed.

He expresses his gratitude and thanks with a sweet kiss to your lips. “You’re here,” he sighs, pulling you further into him. “You got me flowers?” Up close, you can see just how flustered he’s become.

“Yeah, of course I did. You’re always supposed to bring a performer flowers after their show,” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The smile on Noah’s face only grows with your response, and the pink in his cheeks deepens into a ruddy red.

“Nobody’s ever done that for me before. Thank you.” He kisses you again, and again, and again before pulling away and looking at you and saying, “I can’t believe you got me flowers before I could get you some.”

[blairboo]

BAD DECISIONS

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader!

Summary: When Noah stops giving importance to his relationship, he realises the nonsense he did. What will he do to try to win you back?

Warnings : angst, crying, pain, heartbreak, Noah being an idiot

Words count : 1430

All Pure Fiction!!!!!

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They say that the feeling of falling in love is one of the best feelings to have. I knew this when I fell in love with Noah; I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were lifting me up. What you never expect is for that feeling to change or to fade away completely. I knew Noah was busy with his new album, dedicating 99% of his time to it, and I never got upset or angry with him for that. Since he was a kid, it had always been his dream, and I wasn't going to take that away from him.

The problem started when he couldn't balance work and family anymore. I'd come home, and he’d be in his studio on a call with one of the guys, discussing the album. When I would call him to have dinner or even just to spend time with me, he always brought his laptop along, saying he was almost done and would turn it off soon. I always believed him. That never happened.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter when I heard the front door open; I knew it was Noah. There was the sound of keys, backpacks, and voices.

Wait.

Voices? Who would Noah bring home on a Wednesday at 9:00?

I recognized the voice; it was Jolly. I knew that Jolly was the one who helped him write songs the most, and that was probably why he was there. The footsteps got closer to the kitchen, and soon I saw Noah's brown eyes looking at me.

I looked at him and gave a weak smile, and he returned it, saying, “Oh hey ” as he came closer and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Hey, my love,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. I felt someone’s gaze on my back; I knew it was Jolly.

“Hey to you too, Jolly,” I said, a playful smile on my face. “Hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked as he approached. “I’m good, and you?” I felt Noah loosen his grip on me.

We continued talking about my day and about their new album.

We had already had dinner, and Jolly had just left. Now, I was on one end of the couch, and Noah was on the other. We hadn’t had a chance to talk alone yet, but I could feel something strange between us.

His silence was killing me. It wasn’t new, though; I had felt the need to ask him what was happening between us for a while now. I didn’t have the courage, and I didn’t know if it was a lack of courage or fear of knowing the answer. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Noah get up from the couch; he was heading to our bedroom.

“Are you going to stay there?” he asked, not looking at me, then hesitated for a second and I don’t what happened, my mouth let slip the question I had been avoiding.

“Do you want a divorce?” The words finally came out.

I felt him stop what he was doing and turn to face me; confusion was evident in his eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I couldn’t look at him.

“No, I want you to look me in the eyes and ask that question again.” He seemed offended by my question.

I felt furious. How could he be mad at me? After weeks of ignoring me and pretending our marriage didn’t exist?

I looked at him, feeling angry tears burning in my eyes.

“Do you want a divorce?” I almost spelled out each word.

“Why would you ask me that? Is that what you want?” He raised his voice.

He seemed to want to read my thoughts, to know whether I wanted the divorce or if I thought he was the problem. At that moment, I did think he was the issue, but Noah knew me better than anyone.

In our three years of marriage, no one had kept my secrets the way he had, no one understood me like he did, no one cared for me as he did.

“You know that’s the last thing I would want for our relationship.”

“Then why are you asking me this?”

I thought about inventing a lie, saying that maybe we just weren’t understanding each other or that things weren’t working out. But that was a lie. In the last few weeks, I cared more about our relationship than I did for myself. I had done everything I could to try to save what was left of us. Nothing helped.

“Maybe because you are making me feel like you want this”I let my feelings get the best of me.

“I tried to make this work, Noah. I really did, and now I feel like I'm the only one ‘loving’ in this relationship.”

“That’s not true; you know I love you.” His hesitation to respond made me doubt it.

“I don’t know, Noah. In the last few weeks, all I felt was that I was alone.” Tears threatened to fall.

“I’m here, always.” He seemed to believe his own words.

That wasn’t true; he wasn’t here. His body might have been, but my Noah wasn’t.

“No! You’re not here. You know that. All you’ve done in the last few weeks is spend hours on the phone with Jolly discussing the new album.” I was tired of trying to point out his mistakes.

“Yeah? That’s my job. You know I need to do this. I have people depending on me, my record label needs me to do this; the guys need me to do this.”

“And at what point did spending hours in the studio become more important than family?” I was staring at the floor now.

He seems angry and annoyed

“I can’t do that right now, and I won’t.” He turned his back and headed toward our bedroom, and soon after, the door slammed.

I felt a burning blade in my throat; my eyes were pleading for me to let my tears fall. And that’s what I did; I released all the emotions I had bottled up in the last few weeks. I needed this.

I felt disheartened seeing that he truly didn’t care about us, even a little.

I turned off the kitchen lights and went to the guest room; I wasn’t going to sleep next to Noah, not after he simply turned his back on me, leaving my question hanging.

I lay down and didn’t feel Noah’s familiar warmth beside me; it felt strange. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow again. How long would I endure this? Feeling alone and like I was the only one in the relationship.

Lost in my thoughts, I fell asleep.

I guess it was time to maybe make a bad decision, but I decided to think about that the next day.

The next morning, I felt rays of sunshine on my face. I reached for the pillow beside me, trying to feel Noah. When I felt the cold bed, my eyes opened, and I turned towards my hand. I wasn’t in our bedroom, and Noah wasn’t with me.

I went down to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

“Maybe we should take the day off , separately. I’m not breaking up with you; I just think I need to figure out what I want. I’m gonna be home after 10:00. Love you forever.

Noah.

Wow, he really left. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash and headed to our bedroom. The bed was made and his side of the closet was open. A mess into the closet.

I looked at our photo on the dresser. I took it down. Maybe this was the end for us.

I felt determined not to wait for Noah to decide what he wanted to do with his life. I needed to make my own life.

I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and started throwing my clothes inside, packing everything I needed. I looked at the photo I had put down, thinking about putting it in the suitcase. But no. I needed to move on. With Noah or without Noah.

After I packed everything I needed, I headed to my car, putting my suitcase in. I looked at the house that once brought us so much happiness , and I felt sad. Knowing that maybe our marriage had ended this way.

It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I told myself, trying to convince myself that I would be okay.

Noah made his bad decision, and now he would have to live with it. But it wouldn’t affect my choice.

Be careful with your bad decisions.

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Heyyyy, just an idea that come into my mind and i just wrote it

Maybe a part 2????? lmk if u want :)

Thank You

Blair 👾

[iwasntstable]

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| WORD COUNT: 1.4k | RATING: SFW | CONTENT TAGS: fluff | The things you do when you're missing Noah while he's away.

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NOTE: Enjoy this little fluff piece to make up for the angst I posted 2 days ago 🖤

Noah has been gone for 2 weeks now. You text and call throughout the day, every day—when he has time. Preparations for their upcoming projects, music video filming, and meeting after meeting to discuss the business side of things take up all of his time. He always works hard, but this was another level that you weren’t used to.

You’ve never been one to yearn particularly hard after a partner, missing them a normal, regular amount, then feeling fulfilled when you reunite after a couple of days. But with Noah, it was different. When you parted, it felt like half of you was missing. Your place was too quiet when he wasn't around. You didn't live in a particularly big place, but it seems vast and empty now that you're alone. Even though the gaping hole his absence left in your life is indisputable, you try to carry on as best as you can.

But even while doing the most mundane tasks, your thoughts are preoccupied with Noah. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, embracing you tightly from behind as you make a sandwich. Your personal space is as much his as it is yours.

“What are you doing?” You giggle, trying your best to assemble the food with his towering frame clinging to you.

“Just wanna cuddle you,” he mumbles into your neck. Your cheeks grow warm, turning as best you can in his hold to look at him over your shoulder.

But when you look, he’s not there. The hum of the fridge and the chill in the evening air are your only companions. The kitchen is too big without him clinging to your back and the smile brought to your face by the memory drops. With a dejected sigh, you place the last piece of bread on top, finishing your little meal and retreating to the living room.

Picking at the bread, you scour your streaming options for something to watch, seeing shows and movies you’re interested in, but just don’t feel in the mood to watch right now. You add them to your ‘Watch Later...’ list and keep searching.

In the “Continue Watching...” section, the show with way too many seasons you were working your way through is first in line. The preview reminds you where you left off, and you get the urge to hit play, but you were watching this with Noah. He sits forward, yelling at the screen for the characters to, “no! Don’t do that! Oh my God… It’s like they want to die!” Looking bewildered in your direction.

You can’t stifle the laugh, prompting him to hit you playfully with one of the couch cushions.

“What?!” he exclaims, his eyes bright and smiling wide, his hands speaking for him. “Why would you walk in the direction of the bomb? Is she stupid?!”

"No, you’re right,” you clutch your abdomen, the beginnings of an ache in your side from laughing so hard. “I know she’s the main character, but why is she so unlikable? Oh my God…” You let out a long breath, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

Blinking rapidly to rid them of the burn, you play Howl’s Moving Castle instead. Abandoning both the movie and the sandwich half finished when the weight in your chest becomes too heavy.

You don’t even bother to clean up, going straight to your room and crawling under the covers. Attempting to seek comfort in the sheets. But the other side of the bed is too empty and smells too much like him. You reach out, laying your hand on the pillow where he should be. Running your hand through his hair, his drowsy eyes close, a content smile on his lips as he enjoys your affections.

“I love you,” he says quietly, turning his cheek into your palm.

A tear escapes your eye. “I miss you,” you whisper to the space beside you.

You can’t sleep. You haven’t been able to sleep properly for a while now. Only 2 weeks he’s been away, and he’ll be back in just a few days time. You never thought you’d find yourself yearning like this, but the ache in your heart won’t subside, and your usual distractions are failing you. So you decide to indulge in your sadness. 

Taking your laptop from where you left it on the floor, you pull up Spotify. Gravitating immediately to the Bad Omens artist page and hitting play on the The Death of Peace of Mind album. Closing your eyes as soon as his voice comes through the speakers, the soft tone of his singing at the beginning of Concrete Jungle. You push all of the loud thoughts from your mind, focussing only on him. It helps. The tracks trick your brain into thinking he’s here with you. Taking his pillow and holding it to your chest, you allow yourself to be enveloped by the sound and scent of him. You don’t even notice when you start to drift off to sleep. If he couldn’t physically be here to bring you peace of mind, at least his voice could.

When Noah unlocks your door, he’s surprised to see the TV off, a half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table, and you absent from your usual spot on the couch. It was late, but you’re a night owl; it's out of character for you to sleep so early. He re-locks the door behind him and moves quietly through the room, toeing off his shoes and leaving them next to yours. Deciding too, to place his bags down by the door. He didn’t want to knock anything over and wake you if you really were asleep.

He hears the music before he opens the door, the pang of recognition becoming clearer when he cracks it open, and sees your sleeping form in the bed. Your laptop sitting open on his side of the bed, Just Pretend filling the silence of the room. Noah can’t help but smile, his socked feet soundlessly closing the distance between him and the bed where he sits carefully beside you.

Watching you sleep for a moment, his heart feels full at this image of you. Smiling at the sight, he slips his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants, opening the camera app and double-checking that the flash isn’t on. He snaps a couple of pictures, grinning as he does so. The laptop is visible over your shoulder, clearly showing his album open and playing on Spotify. He places his phone down next to yours on the bedside table and lays a hand gently on your shoulder. He’s reluctant to pull you from your sleep, but he needs you. And it’s clear that you need him too.

“Babe,” he whispers, his palm smoothing over your shoulder. He leans in closer, calling your name just a little louder and shaking you gently.

You begin to stir. Dreaming of Noah being where he belongs by your side in bed. Your head rests against his chest as he caresses your arm gently.

“Wake up,” he says softly, and your eyes crack open. Squinting against the sunlight. “Wake up, baby.”

He’s singing too. “Weigh down on me, stay ‘til morning, weigh down…”

“Hey,” he says softly, “what’re you doing?”

“Noah?” You mumble, realising the light in your eyes was your laptop, and it was as though you could hear two of him.

“Hi, I’m here. We wrapped up early, I tried to call you,” he brushes your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

You roll onto your back, and there he is. Hair fluffy, holding a slight wave, and an infectious grin across his face as he looks at you. He looks so soft and warm in his hoodie, and you just want to dive into his arms. So you do, sitting up to collapse into him. He pulls you onto his lap, rocking you side to side, holding you so fiercely it was as though he were trying to make up for every second you'd been separated. You hold on just as tightly, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours.

“Let me turn this off,” he moves carefully, loosening his grip temporarily to hit the spacebar and silence his own voice, then holding you tight again. “You don’t need that now that I’m back.”

“I missed you,” your voice comes muffled against his chest, wavering as you desperately try not to break down.

“I missed you too, so much,” he sighs, sinking into you deeper. “But I’m back now, and I have no plans to go anywhere any time soon.”

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[artificialstardust]

You ask, you shall receive, hehe

So, I am shy person, I don't do sexual things with anyone until I get to know them to a certain level

That inspired my thought like when reader is at Noah's place for movie night and they have a hot make out session with reader straddling Noah's lap and he knows she's too shy, so he just gently leads her hips over his bulge or over his thigh and that leads to an orgasm without being 'really' intimate

No because I understand this so much

Okay SO

Noah came over to your place for your weekly movie night. Tonight’s movie being one you’ve both watched together numerous times before. You were cuddled into him, his arm around you holding you close. “So why are we watching this one again?” He asks, holding you tighter. “Because it’s good and you didn’t say no when I suggested it” you laugh at him. He gives your side a gentle pinch as he chuckles a bit in response.

You reach for a piece of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table and throw it at him. “Oh so you wanna play that game huh?” He smirks at you. You smile bashfully at him “maybe.” With that he turns to tickle you, sending you into a fit of laughter. His hands going for your sides and neck. You try and grab his hands to get him to stop. “Call truce and I’ll stop” he laughs. “Okay fine” you laugh “truce” and he slowly stops. He lets out a soft chuckle then brings you to sit on his lap.

You rest your hands on his shoulders and just admire him, the sound of the movie becoming a background noise. He brings his hand up to rest of your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he mumbles. You smile sheepishly at him and look down. He catches you, bringing your face back up to look at him by resting your chin on his index finger. “Don’t hide from me” he says softly. “Wanna see you” he continues, then leans in to kiss you softly. He pulls back and then does it again.

“I love you” he says, the pushes your hair out of your face. “I love you too” you say softly, then lean back in to kiss him. He holds your face gently in one hand. After a few more kisses, he decides to deepen it a little, hearing you let out a soft him gives him to green light to keep going.

Noah deepens it a little bit more, his tongue poking at your lower lip. You open your mouth slightly with a small whine, allowing him entrance. He groans slightly when you do, he pulls you closer to him, his hands on your hips, his right thumb rubbing your hip lovingly. You interlock your fingers around the back of his neck, wanting to stay there forever. This keeps on for a little while longer before you feel him poking at your inner thighs.

You pull away from the kiss and rest your forehead against his. “Noah” you breathe out. “I know baby” he replies “is it okay if I keep kissing you? We don’t need to do anything more if you don’t want to” he says softly. You nod your head, but then he pulls your face to look at him again. “Baby I need words, nod all you want but I want you to say it” he says with a gentle sternness. “Yes, please, keep kissing me” you say softly. “That’s my girl” he smiles, then goes into kiss you again immediately.

You whine at how fast his lips were back on yours, him already deepening it to the same extent. One of his hands leaves your hips to tangle into the back of your hair. He pulls at it gently in an experimental manner. When he hears you moan from it, he smirks into the kiss. “My girl likes that doesn’t she?” He mumbles into the kiss. “Shut up” you say, shy about it. He chuckles slightly then drifts his hand that’s been on your hip down to grab a handful of your ass. A whine comes from you as you rub down against him trying to absentmindedly get some friction. As soon as you hear him let out a deep groan, you register what you just did and freeze up a little. A deep blush forms on your cheeks, while the movement surprised you, you loved the sound he made as a result from it, as well as how good it felt on your end.

“What is it baby?” He asks, seeing the blush on your face. You look at him and see his smug expressions, realizing he knows exactly what just happened. “Did it feel good?” He ask, already knowing the answer. You nod your head yes which causes him to chuckle a little bit. “Thought so, you wanna do it again?” Your blush deepens as you nod again. He smiles slightly then places both hands on your hips, pulling you down a little bit more onto him. The pressure causing both of you to groan a little. “Sound so pretty for me” he says as he starts guiding your hips to grind on him. “Look at me baby, its okay” he says, knowing that acts like this cause you to be shy. “Not going all the way until you say the word, but like this we can both feel good, right sweet girl?” He says reassuringly. You nod and let out a breathy yes. You start to move your hips as he helps to guide you. “There you go baby, you’re doing so good for me” he praises.

You let out a moan, a bit louder this time as you feel him through your shorts, the friction on your clit becoming addicting. You place your hands on his shoulders for better leverage as you start to grind down a little harder on him. “Fuuck” he groans, leaning his head back. He looks back at you and grabs your ass with both hands. “You’re doing so fucking good baby, I’m so proud of you.” You let out a whine at his praise “feels good” you say, a bit of shyness still remaining in your voice.

He cracks a smile hearing you and seeing the blush on your face. He reaches up and pushes your hair behind your ear, both of your breaths becoming heavier. “I know baby” he breathes out, another groan following it. He looks down and watches your hips move against his. He brings his hands down to rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing against them. “Fuck” he mumbles softly as he watches, almost in a hypnosis by it. A louder moan coming from you snaps him out of it. He looks back up at you. Your face flushed red, your eyes closed, face contorting from the stimulation. A whine follows quickly after from you. He smiles widely, loving how you look like this. His grip on your hips tightens and he helps you move faster on him, pushing his hips up into yours. The sound you make as a result making his dick twitch in his pants.

“C’mon pretty girl” he urges, a moan breaking through his lips. His words make you focus on putting more pressure on your clit with your movements. With his guidance on your hips, you find yourself going a little bit faster, chasing after your release. You lean down and kiss him, one of his hands leaving your hips to tangle into your hair. A high pitched whine leaves your chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Right there” you pant. “Is my baby getting close?” Noah says, a smirk laced into his tone. You nod your head, the pressure in your lower stomach increasing drastically. His hand leaves your hair and goes back to your hips. “Let go for me baby” he pants “wanna see how pretty you are when you cum” he groans out.

You whine at his words, the coil finally snapping. You let out a cry as you cum. “That’s my girl” he praises, grinding his hips up into yours, knowing that he can finally allow himself to loose it a little. A couple seconds after, he follows suit. A loud moan spilling from him as he cums in his pants. You both keep grinding as you ride out your highs. Eventually you both come to a still, just leaning against each other as you catch your breaths. “Are you okay baby?” He asks, swallowing. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay” you pant. He takes your face and has you look at him. “You did so good baby, I’m so proud of you” he says softly. He kisses you softly, then presses a kiss to your forehead. “I know that was probably a lot for you” he mumbles against your skin. “It was” you reply, “but i really liked it” you smile up at him. “Yeah?” He smiles back. “I’m so happy you did,” as he brushes the hair out of your face again.

You slowly move off of him so you can sit next to him. “Here” he mumbles, moving to lay horizontally on the couch, bringing you down with him to cuddle. He lets out a content sigh as you settle against his side, your head on his chest. “Thank you for being patient with me about all of this” you say. “I know it’s probably not the easiest, but it means a lot to me” you finish. “For you, I’d wait until the end. As long as you’re happy and comfortable, that’s all I need” he replies, leaning down and pressing another kiss to your hairline.

“I love you baby”

“I love you too Noah.”

[ciginatree]

Munch Noah with his head between your thighs and muttering praises on how good you taste as he takes his time eating you outtt 😩

Oh my god😵‍💫

Noah’s hum vibrated across your skin as he worked his lips over your swollen pussy. “Oh- Noah,” you moaned, his hair tufting out between your vise like grip against his scalp. Noah moaned again in response. His eyes were closed in pleasant ecstasy like he wasn’t the one doing all the work. “You taste so good,” he muttered before spearing his tongue into you. The sensation was enough to make you cry out and arch your back; he quickly countered by locking his arms over your hips, all without raising his head. He was practically making out with you by now, completely absorbed. “Hold still babygirl, m’not even close to finished.”

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[sorrowsofsilence]

Noah x reader

Reader is Noah’s gf and she’s been dealing with a lot of stress and anger from her job. Noah and the guys decide to take her to a Rage Room so that she can destress by destroying the room. She ends up breaking down and Noah takes her back home. He helps her get through her emotional breakdown.

pieces of you • n.s

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: none really, just angsty. mentions of anger, frustration, and violence.

note: thank you for this idea lacy! first written work in a while, I feel rusty ;-; lol

THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

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You yelled as loudly as you could, your breath misting the plastic face shield as you hurled the bat at the wooden wall, leaving an impression on the already damaged drywall.

Screaming in frustration and anger, you smashed another section of the wall, then drove a powerful kick against it with the last bit of strength you had.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you then surveyed the damage around you, your chest and shoulders heaving at the destruction. It felt so good, you didn’t even realize how much you needed it, until you turned to face Noah and the boys. Each stood there in apprehension, their overalls barely damaged, despite the 15 minutes you all had in the room.

Noah glanced over at Nick, giving the drummer a nervous smile who then turned to Nicholas and Jolly, before turning back to you. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.

Instead, he took a hesitant step forward, his eyes filled with worry.

Without warning, the weight of everything came crashing on you. The countless hours spent in your cubicle under the harsh neon lights, the pointless arguments with your boss and co-workers, the endless pile of unread emails; all of it monumental- all of it a big pile of bullshit. A wave of despair swept over you, and despite your best efforts to keep them at bay, tears finally spilled down your cheeks.

You tossed the bat onto the ground, before ripping off the face shield, sucking in the air around you. It almost tasted like burdened freedom.

Noah’s hands reached up to hold either side of your face, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as you cried. He didn't say anything for a while as he pulled you into his shoulder, allowing you to cry on his shoulder. None of them did.

But when Noah finally did speak up, his voice was hushed and gentle against your ear.

"Let's go home," he murmured into your hair, lips brushing the skin gently as you nodded, wiping your cheeks with your sleeve.

He bid a brief goodbye to the boys as he took you back to the car, tucking your trembling form into the passenger seat. Tears came down harder as he clipped in your seatbelt, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

"Easy," he murmured, as if he knew.

He climbed into the driver's seat, taking hold of the wheel with a steady grip; and as you pulled out of the destructive sanctuary, you felt a strange sense of relief, even through the anger.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” You coughed, saliva forming in your mouth from the tears. You no longer cared about the mascara staining your eyelids as you rubbed your eyes with your palms, feeling another scream threaten to spill from your lungs.

"No, don't do that," Noah said, reaching a hand to catch your wrist in a firm grip, gently prying it from your face.

His voice was steady, a stark contrast against the whirlpool of emotions you were drowning in. "Don't start blaming yourself for what's happening. Nothing’s wrong with you."

You bit your lip, your eyes swollen from the relentless tears. "But..."

"But nothing," he cut you off, placing his hand on your thigh as his eyes remained forward. He gave you a reassuring squeeze, "It's ok to break down. It's ok to feel overwhelmed. It’s ok to feel angry. It's not ok to beat yourself up over it."

You sniffed loudly, the words barely audible over the growling engine, but they were clear enough. They sunk in, his words winding their way through the chaos and helping silence it, even if only for a moment.

"You're under a lot of stress. You're human. We break. We fall. But we also rebuild ourselves. It's okay to let out your emotions."

With your fists clenched, you tensed every muscle in frustration, then relaxed, sinking into the faux leather.

“I hate my job. I hate it so much. They expect so much from me, and I’m never good enough,” You coughed again, tears welling with each confession of your feelings, “Even when I try my best, it’s never enough.”

"It's okay—" Noah began, but you cut him off with a hard glare.

“No, it's not!" You exploded, turning to face him. "It's not okay! This job is sucking the life out of me and I can't take it anymore!"

Noah drew in a deep breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "I know," he said softly, “I know…”

“I can’t do it anymore. I’m so tired.” You hung your head, staring at your shoes through blurred vision as you began picking at your sleeves.

Noah listened, his attention flickering momentarily from the road to your tear-streaked face and back again. He didn't interrupt, just let you spill your thoughts like a leaking faucet into the empty air of the car cabin. The words sounded bitter, full of frustration and so raw that they seemed to scrape against your throat on their way out.

"Sometimes," he began slowly, eyes focused on the road as he turned into the parking lot of your shared apartment, "we find ourselves stuck at a place or a point in our lives where we're not happy. We feel trapped because we have been conditioned to believe it's either that or nothing."

He switched off the car and finally turned to you, gently reaching over to remove a strand of hair that had gotten stuck in your mouth.

"But it's not true, you know? This..." He waved his free hand for emphasis, "...this isn't everything. It’s just a part of your life that isn’t working out the way you'd hoped."

You drew in a shaky breath, your lips quivering as you wiped your cheeks once more, leaving the skin tender. “I’m stuck, Noah.”

"You have other options. We'll find them, together. You're smart, determined, and...and I've never seen anyone work as hard as you do," Noah said. His chocolate eyes stared at you intensely, reflecting the pale glow of the streetlights filtering through the car window.

You felt your heart swell against the barrage of bitterness you'd been wading through.

"But it feels like I can't…” Your voice cracked mid-sentence as you stared out the window.

"No," he shook his head gently, cupping your face with his inked hands. His thumbs wiped away the remnants of your tears on your cheeks one more time.

"That's just your perspective right now because you're overwhelmed and exhausted. It won’t be like that forever.”

"I just don't see a way out," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the hum of the engine.

"No one ever does when they're in the thick of it," he replied softly. His eyes bore into yours with a warmth and empathy that made your chest ache. "But believe me when I say, you'll find your way."

His words hung in the cold air of the car like icicles, their points sharp as daggers but they provided an odd sense of comfort that curled and wrapped itself around your heart. A warm hand found its place around yours, as Noah gave your fingers a gently reassuring squeeze, his thumb methodically rubbing circles against your knuckles.

“C’mere.” The brunette then patted his lap, pushing his seat back to make room for you.

You gave him a pathetic smile, “There is not enough room. You’re too tall.”

"Then it's a good thing I’m flexible," Noah chuckled softly, the sound seeming to slice through the tense air in the car as he maneuvered into a comfortable position.

With a bit of avoiding the gear stick and giggles between sniffles, he pulled you onto his lap. You nestled your face into his neck, the familiar scent of Noah’s cologne offering even more comfort. He wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close to his body. Your hands found their way to his hoodie, fingers instinctively searching for the subtle frays and rips on the cotton as you’d done hundreds of times before. It was a soothing sort of familiarity, grounding you to the reality outside of your miseries.

He peppered soft kisses to the top of your head as you snuggled into him.

For the first time in months, you felt your tension melt away, replaced by a strange peacefulness. It was far away from normal, but it was better.

“Thank you for taking me to the rage room.” You sniffed, clinging onto his sweater as he rubbed circles up your back.

"No problem," he murmured, squeezing you a little tighter. Then he let out a soft laugh, his chest rumbling beneath you. "You admittedly looked pretty badass swinging that bat around. I fear the boys know to never mess with you now."

You snorted, the corner of your mouth curving upwards, despite the tears still threatening to come back. "I felt like I was in a movie or something."

"And you did great," Noah assured you, his words striking a chord within you. He didn’t just mean the rage room. He meant that you were doing great, despite everything life was throwing at you.

A small sigh escaped your lips as you allowed yourself to find some comfort in Noah's praise and in his arms. There was something so profoundly comforting about being held by him.

“Can we stay here for a while? Like this?” You asked quietly.

He hummed, nodding slowly as he squeezed you, “For as long as you need princess.”

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[lolitasangel]

More Noah Maid Reader x CEO Noah meeting for the first time!!

Summary- You and Noah meet for the first time. Getting used to the thought of having a maid and you getting used to the thought of being a maid. He’s a little stoic, and quiet.

Tw- none!!

Word count- 2k

Divider by @anitalenia

In the first few months of living with Noah were a little hectic, you were still getting the hang of being alone in such a big house. When you first began it wasn’t too bad, he was usually pretty clean, he normally did his laundry and dishes, leaving you with less to deal with. You would do other things obviously such as mopping, cleaning the windows, dusting, changing sheets,etc. you didn’t hate living with him.  

You were grateful that Noah did not make you wear a corny maid outfit and wear your regular clothes, you also enjoyed spending most of your free time reading and spending some time outside getting some sun.  

You liked to lay outside and think about different things like the past, future, what to eat, when you should cook. Your mind would often wonder back to Noah, your mind wondering over to the memory of how you got hired in the first place.  

Your mother had called you before and told you about a friend of a friend who was a CEO needing a maid. You were unsure at first, living in a unfamiliar house with someone you haven’t met yet. You needed to get out of your shitty apartment and your current job was not paying or treating you well. 

You decided to take up the job offer and begin to pack your things. Your mother was excited for to have a new beginning and a better place stay.  

The day you arrived all your belongings had arrived and been put away the day before for you, so all you had to do was organize how you wanted your room. Walking up the flight of stairs and knocking upon the front door. You could feel your nerves racing around your body, it was your first time doing something like this, so of course you were nervous. 

Upon the door opening you were met with a very tall man towering over you. He had brown eyes, freckles, dark brown hair and his name was “Noah, come in, I will show you around.” Noah stepped out the way, holding the door open for you to step through.  

“And your name is Y/N, yes?” you nodded your head in confirmation. 

As you walked inside of the home, looking around, taking note of the big tv sitting in front of the couch, and a couple of love seats. 

Noah walked you over to the kitchen, turning his back to face you, reaching into a cupboard for a glass.

“This is the kitchen; you can cook what you want. I expect the floors to be swept, mopped, windows whipped down, carpet vacuum…” Noah carried on about the different tasks you would be in charge of, you didn’t think it was bad, as big as the house was it was nice that Noah didn’t expect every room to be completely spotless. That would’ve been a bit of a deal breaker. Who would want to be a maid for someone who expects the impossible. 

Noah walked over to the fridge, filling a glass of water up, and placing it in your hand. You take the glass in your hands, drinking a little bit as you take it. As you looked up at Noah you took in the different details he had, his freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, his deer doe eyes, his short brown hair, his firm talk.  

You weren’t that scared of intimated, mostly nervous, you realized that Noah spent most of his days in his office home or at the actual office. He normally stayed away from you, even during dinner he would request that you bring him a plate of food.  

You were relieved that Noah was a nice boss, he didn’t tell you to do anything ridiculous, he normally asked if you could do something for him, which was funny considering you were his maid, he never demanded you do things for him. Noah would also leave some money for you every morning for you to get breakfast, lunch, dinner, etc. or whatever you needed that week.  

Noah was very stoic and quiet yes, but he was very kind. He would call you and ask if you needed him to pick anything up such as groceries, any cleaning supplies so you wouldn’t have to worry about it. You could see he was trying to be better at communicating with you. 

The first time Noah saw you upon opening the door he was not expecting to see someone so beautiful. He took notice of how you kept up with cleaning, and how you would cook for him whenever he was locked away in his office.  

Your first day being there was very easy. Noah just asked that you mopped the kitchen floor and vacuum the living room carpet. Noah gave you a tour of the house, telling you the expectations, when he would be home, when he would be gone. 

You finished up your chores and headed back up to your room. Your bed was pressed up against the wall in the corner, your nightstand next to it, your desk was sitting in front of a window, giving you a nice view of the sky and houses sprinkled around town.  

You started unpacking the rest of the boxes you had, taking your time of organizing, putting your clothes away, so concentrated you didn’t notice Noah standing in the doorway. 

The voice of someone clearing their throat caught your attention bringing you out of your thoughts. “Hi, Noah, did you need something?” You asked “no, I just wanted to see how you were doing” Noah says, you took notice of how his tall frame almost reached the top of the door. “Oh, I’m doing good, thank you for asking.” You replied, breaking down another box you finished going through.  

“Alright, if you need anything let me know. And dinner will be done in a little bit” Noah says, pushing himself away from the frame and walking down the hall. You could hear his footsteps get fainter and fainter.  

Wondering how long until you could get some sleep. You had arrived so early, walked around a whole mansion, cleaned, you were tired. You wondered how Noah would be during dinner with you.  

You made your way down to the kitchen to join Noah for dinner. You thankfully didn’t get lost on your way back down, but you were a little worried about the rest of the house. You made your way over to him, back turned, he was cutting up some vegetables and meat. “Would you like some help?” You offer, speaking up from behind him, you had been twiddling with your fingers trying to keep them busy.  

“No, you’ve had a long day, sit down, I’ll bring you dinner” Noah states ending the conversation. You nod and make your way over to the kitchen island and taking a seat. You had sat your hands in your lap, continuing to fidget with them.  

You silently watched Noah work around the kitchen, he was quick with his hands, you took notice of how huge they were. You couldn’t help but wonder how much bigger they were than yours. Would he engulf them with his hands? Does he have a hard time reaching for the last Pringle in a Pringle’s can? Is it harder to find a pair of gloves that fit, right?  

Your thoughts were snapped out of when Noah placed a plate of food in front of you. A steak and some vegetables on the side. You didn’t expect that on the first night. It smelled incredible.  

“Thank you” you speak up again, you dove straight in. The plane ride had felt like an eternity on top of the house tour and unpacking you didn’t realize you haven’t eaten yet.

“I don’t expect all the rooms to be done in one day. I just ask the main necessities to be met. Laundry, mopping, windows. I don’t mind if you use the kitchen or living room. I would just like it all clean” Noah says firmly. You knew with how busy it was to run Bad Omens corp. that he wouldn’t have time to eat or clean as much as he would like, but that he was still a clean freak.  

You were just grateful he didn’t expect the impossible. You still had to get used to the layout of the whole house and yard. You did want to try out the pool hopefully, or even the jacuzzi. 

You did not notice the way Noah’s eyes would linger up to you. A friend of Noah’s gave him the idea of a maid. He would not have to worry about cleaning, cooking, putting laundry away, he would just have to worry about the company. What they did not tell him was that he would be struggling to function around you.  

You both sat and ate in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable, just quiet. You stood up from your seat and made your way into the kitchen. Pulling your sleeves up you started the dishes. Noah had cooked and least you could do was clean and put the dishes away.

You started the hot water and got to work, humming to yourself. You heard Noah coming up behind you, taking the dish from his hand to begin washing. “Thank you, Y/N, I will be in my office for the rest of the night. If you need anything let me know” Noah states before departing.  You nodded your head, letting him know you heard him and focused back on your task.

You finished the rest of the dishes and put them away. You made your way back into your room, throwing yourself on your bed, today was mentally exhausting, you did not want to have to call your mom to fill her in on what happened. Although you knew she would blow your phone up with phone calls, not being overbearing, you knew your mom was just curious of what today was like.  

You pulled your phone off from its charger, unlocking it to find your moms contact, and press the call button. You had spent the hour catching up with her, telling her what you did, what you must do, how the day went, etc. It didn't go bad at all. It went quit well actually. You figured it would be a lot harder or maybe he would be an asshole.

He was just quiet, and he cleaned up after himself which was nice. That was another worry you had, ‘I hope I am not cleaning after a slob’ you recall your thoughts from the previous week. Thankfully you were proven wrong and hopefully it stays that way. You liked that he wasn’t an asshole either, just reserved. You wondered how long the company was around, how he started it, you never heard of it before and you didn’t bother to check, maybe tomorrow.  

Noah was sitting in his office finishing up the remaining emails he had. He wondered what you thought of him, if you liked the house, if you didn’t like it, he was aware you were new at this, so he didn't expect much.

He knew he didn't need a maid, and he could do everything himself, but jolly would be angry if he fell asleep at the office again. Going from being at the office to than having to do housework and repeat at 6am every morning was killing him. Especially since he didn't like things out of place.  

After you had gotten off the phone with your mother you had noticed the time and realized it was a lot later than you thought it was. You grabbed your towel, and shower supplies and made your way into the bathroom. You wanted to take a hot shower and just sleep for the now. The day wasn't hard at all it just felt so exhausting from anxiety prior to meeting. You didn’t hate it though, the house was nice, Noah was nice, you just hoped that Noah didn’t turn out to be an asshole who would make you do senseless cleaning like mopping the sidewalk outside, you’ve heard horror stories online. 

You took your time during your shower, feeling the hot water run down your back and wash the day away. Letting your mind wonder free for a bit. You grabbed your shampoo and started you shower routine. Taking your time and not wanting to rush to get out. The water pressure was perfect after your long travel over to the house.  

You finished up and hopped out the shower, doing your skin care and making your way over to your bed. ‘Should I say goodnight to him? Would that be weird? Would it be weird if I didn’t? I am just his maid, but what if he needs something?’ your mind was drifting off with different questions. Before you could make up your mind you were already knocked out.  

As you laid in bed, knocked out from sleep, Noah knocked on the door, not hearing anything he peaked his head inside “Y/N?” he asks, stepping in silently, seeing you asleep in your bed. Stepping back out and closing the door behind himself “Goodnight” he mumbled under his breath and made his way back into his room.  

Opening his door and making his way over to his bed, he had a migraine and the continuous phone calls he was receiving did not help. It was nice getting to finish the day off a little earlier. Picking his head up off the pillow he buried himself into, he looked up at the clock seeing it was 12am, at this point he would still be doing chores. Switching between dishes and emails is not fun and he learned the hard way.

Rushing between finishing one email and another chore he was bound to mess something up. He was just relieved that he had jolly to help catch his work mistakes. Unfortunately, though he could not help if Noah mixed his clothes up or misplaced something in the house. Like I said, Noah likes to be organized, he doesn’t like mess ups. 

An- Hi friends, I’m so happy you enjoyed my last thought, and I hope you enjoyed this one. I’m not gonna lie I am feeling a little down, I just ended a situationship this morning and that is never fun, but I’m still gonna try my best to write another HC/thought because I really enjoy it and to take my mind off of what kind of happened. Please like and reblog 🫶🏼 have a good morning/evening/ and night! I also finished my tag list (if you would like to be removed that’s no problem just let me know!)

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[idwt-money]

GUYS THE IDEAS ARE JUST FLOWIN OUTTA MY HEAD. NOAH BEING PUSSY WHIPPED???

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Noah being so pussy whipped its all he can think about!!

Coming home from the studio? Hes between your thighs. Just got done working out? He's busy eating you out. What..? It's a reward to himself!

Its been 30 minutes since Noah's gotten down on his knees in your guys' livingroom to eat your pussy. He LITERALLY cannot get enough. The way you taste, the way you smell, the wet noises it makes when he glides his tongue across you. The way you grip his hair when its all starting to become too much.

"Fuck..oh my fucking god, baby. Angel, I cant get enough of you. It's all mine."

This man would cum untouched just from eating you out.

He looked at you as a 5 star restaurant and he ate until he was full.

There had been times where you were in absolute shambles, tear stained cheeks and legs shaking because he's just too. good.

He would even beg for it now and then.

"Baby, please? I missed you so much today."

"C’mon...let me see her. My pretty pussy? You know i'll treat her right..."

When he was on tour and unable to devour you whole, you'd send him surprise pictures of it. Having your pussy on full display for him. A couple times youd sent him pics right before he went on stage and youd never seen him give such a performance. His screams were clear as day and his growls came from the deepest corner of his diaphram.

At the end of the day, you'd think Noah loved your pussy more than he loved you!

But, you knew that wasnt the case. And you definitely never minded the treatment 🤷‍♀️

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

another noah blurb

thank yall for showing so much love to my last one omg 😭 didnt expect that lol

the house is dark, and i almost can’t see shit without needing to put on a candle on. the only thing that can give the house some lighting is the moon being on full display outside, but that’s in only some part of the hallway and at a corner in the bedroom, facing the windows. i sigh deeply—the electricity has fallen out, making me walk around with this lighten candle on my bare feet, and my long thin black pyjama dress is not warm enough to stop the shivers going down my back.

noah can come home any moment now, so i already make my way towards the door, placing a candle there on a small black table standing underneath a small round mirror, with a little basket with our keys and such on top and a few picture frames. i don’t want him to come in all in the dark and maybe stumble over shoes and all.

literally a moment after the candle is placed and i want to light another one to take towards the living room, the door opens with noah quickly stepping inside, making a cold breeze blowing against the bare skin of my arms which makes me shiver even more. when he notices he quickly shuts the door, a deep and confused frown on his face as he then eyes the dark only lit by the flame i just created.

“what’s going on? power’s out?”

“yeah,” i sigh, and then hold up an unlit candle. “so we have to do it with these for, i don’t how how long.”

he then sighs as well, but then shrugs as he hangs up his coat, shaking his slightly damp hair with two hands before then pushing it back from his face. “oh well. actually a bit cozy in this fall weather, isn’t it?”

i briefly smile at that. he has a point, but i still don’t like the current situation—i hate the dark, i almost can’t function the dark and i do not feel safe in it. noah notices the uneasiness on my face, and then walks over to me, embracing me with a warm feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me, making me sigh into his chest and take in his familiar scent i’ve grown to love so deeply.

“it’ll be okay, the power will go probably go on soon again. in the meantime, i will keep you safe, hm’kay?” noah says into my hair, and i can feel the small smug grin grow on his face, making me roll my eyes.

“yeah yeah, of course you will,” i mutter, making noah slightly chuckle as we then let go of each other. then, his eyes roam over me, his brow cocking up with an amused expression. i follow his eyes, that are now landed on my chest, the thin fabric of my pyjama dress making it visible how cold i am.

“someone’s cold. need me to keep you safe and warm?” noah then slightly smirks as his dark eyes meet mine again, and i let out a huff as we then walk towards the dark living room, making me light up some more candles and noah starts doing the same, with the same cheeky smile on his face.

“yeah, actually. am freezing.”

“i can tell.”

i roll my eyes once again, as we then plop down onto our comfy couch, crawling into noah’s lap, and he already quickly wraps his arm around me, his free hand playing with my hair, making me close my eyes as my cheek leans onto his shoulder.

“actually also a bit romantic, all those candles lit up around us like this.”

“noah, it’s clear to me that you want to fuck,” i then snort, tilting my head off his shoulder and his grin that has never left his face only grows broader, both his brows raised with amusement from my use of words.

“yeah? is it that obvious?”

“mhm,” i tease back, as my eyes then fall on his bulge, and he softly laughs.

“maybe the power needs to fall out more often. never had you down this easily for me.”

[starsomens]

Okay hear me out

Noah and the reader have been together for years and one day when he came back home preparing for a special date with the reader she came in and they had a huge argument because of fake dating rumours about him and someone else online and the reader goes back to where she originally lived and the guys promised her that they wouldn't let Noah go but eventually he does chase after her to explain everything but here's the thing the day of the date...

He was going to propose.

idk if you like this idea just something that came up in my mind at 3am I just need you to write a actual good version of my version

Love you so much❤

Hello my love! It did not ignore this it’s because I took THAT long to get it all done 😭

I will use Poppy as a place holder of the rumors for this ask. I DO NOT CONDONE SENDING HATE TO POPPY OR SUPPORT OR SPREAD ANY RUMORS OR SPECULATION ABOUT HER!

"Don't act like you don't love the attention you getting from her!" you yell back at him

"Are you fucking stupid? Do you fucking hear yourself?" he yells back

This was a very explosive argument. This was their biggest tour yet, and successful nonetheless! But...there of course is always a downside to things and in this case it was, rumors. Specifically, romance rumors with Poppy since he had been seen with her a few times. The first was at the release party where Noah was attending without you....then the tour started.

You were tagged in countless pictures and posts of Poppy and Noah how everyone was calling them a cute couple, asking about you and asking if you both had split. Then the handshakes started, no it wasn't a big deal but with everything piling on....her doing something like a handshake...something so cute....you only wanted it to be with you

He came home wanting to take you out but you were just so tired and over everything. You didn't even give Noah one of your long passionate kisses like you usually did

"Yeah I do! It sounds like one of us is making sense!"

"Goddamn it Y/N, what the fuck is your problem?"

"You and her are my problem!" you were trying hard to hold back tears and keep your voice strong

"Will you fucking grow up, she toured with us, she sang on stage-"

"She wore you jacket, she did handshakes with you, you twirl her-"

"Are you fucking kidding me? A twirl? How old are you 5?"

"You don't fucking get it Noah," you sigh sitting back down on the sofa massaging your temples "it's more than that-"

"No it's not Y/N! You're fucking jealous over an artist who toured with us! You're so fucking insecure you can't stand to think I'm talking or interacting with some girl I work with," he snapped "i bust my ass on tour, show after show and I come back only for you to put up this bullshit?"

"......"

"Yeah keep you're fucking mouth shut because you know you're on some bullshit letting social media dictate our relationship like the gullible dumbass you are!"

You felt your chest snap and you bite your inner cheek as you stand from the sofa and go near the front door.

“Y/N….Y/N wait, I didn’t mean that you know what I mean- it’s- you’re not-“

The door slams and you left your shared home. You just walked instead of taking the car and that way he just wouldn't know where you were since the car was home. You even texted Nick and Jolly to keep him at bay because you just wanted space and to be alone.

This is NOT how this night was supposed to go....at all. AT ALL! He wanted to come home, take you to your favorite place, some ice cream after and then ask you to-

*Knock knock*

It was Nick and Jolly, they had com initially to try and calm the situation down, mostly Noah and to figure out what happened and how it all went down hill. Well, Noah explained what had happened. He started to hear the story for himself from his own mouth, and he stopped in the middle of the story and just stood up from the couch.

“I need to find her.”

“Look man, I think she just wants her space this was a lot-“

“You don’t get it Nick I NEED to find her. One way or another I’m gonna talk to her and apologize”

They really did try and stop him. They tried to stop him from leaving the house, but somehow his lanky ass got out the door. He gone to the car and drove around for a few minutes thinking of where you could possibly be. He tried calling and texting you and you were completely ignoring him. He even asked your friends, but he knew that they wouldn’t give him any information knowing that if he told them, he upset you, they would never want to hear from him again.

“Come on think! Think!” He scolds himself “…….wait what if-“

He makes a sudden turn on his next right. There was one place he could try, it may have been a slight chance but he remembered you said that it was strangely cozy and calming to be there. And it was a close enough walk to get there in about 10 minutes or so

As soon as he makes it to his studio building, he parks quickly and makes his way to the door and upstairs. Usually he would like doing some studio work at Home, most times when he is in the studio it’s when he’s working with the rest of the boys or really just needs to focus into the song he’s working on. He had you with him couple times and you really liked it there. He had given you a copy of the key to the studio only because if you ever felt that you were unsafe or you needed somewhere to go he wanted me to be somewhere where people knew you and he knew you’d be safe there. It was more than an emergency type of thing for you to have the key, but this was the one place he knew that you may be in.

He he he thought that you may have not been there, but he heard the very familiar sniff of you when you were crying….shit.

He gives a knock to one of the tables as to not startle you. He sees you and walks over to you, huddled into a ball and you were facing away from him. You knew his presence was there, but you didn’t want to look at him he said.

“Hey…..” he has no idea why he would start that way when he knew that you wouldn’t answer that

“Y/N, look I know I fucked up and I shouldn’t have said what I said, and you know that I didn’t mean it. I never think of you that way-“

“ but you still said it. It Hass to be true for you in some part of your mind…..” wasn’t true at all. He was just spewing bullshit. He doesn’t think any of that you ever in his entire life.

“No I don’t. Y/N, was being stupid Oky? I didn’t mean anything when I said that. None of that is true. I’ve never seen you that way in my eyes you know that….im sorry.” he knew that no matter what his explanations were he still had to apologize to you and he really was sorry from the deepest parts of his heart. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the person he loved the most in this world.

His heart broke every time he heard you sniff, or he saw the very faint shape of a tear falling down your cheek

“Y/N…. You know when we started dating I had a really deep talk here actually with Nicolas. that’s when I told him that I was seeing you, but I also told him that I was really scared…” he admits, you never heard from him “ I was scared because I didn’t know I would be doing the right thing and I didn’t know if I knew how to be a good partner in a relationship, especially because of growing popularity of the band I was…afraid that it would scare you off”

You turn your head just a bit, but not completely as you listen to his story

“ and Nick gave me probably the best advice I could have for that moment. He told me that relationships wouldn’t be easy because they never are and I’m going to fuck up really bad sometimes….. and you’ll forgive me even though I fucked up really bad. You should have forgive me still did.

“I-“

“ if you don’t forgive me, I understand. But I need you to understand that I know in this world you’re…you’re my entire world at this point, my source of happiness. Was supposed to go this way. I had an entire thing planned and I fucked it up because I didn’t reassure you in the right way.”

“Noah I….maybe I was-“

“No you weren’t. I know what you’re going to say and you weren’t being overdramatic you weren’t being jealous. Miscommunication, but that wasn’t your fault. It was mine for not clearing it up. I wanted to do this in a different setting and a different way but…” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny box. He opens it to reveal delicate, like it was personally crafted to his design.

“Noah…..” you just couldn’t pinpoint your mix of emotions. You were still mad at him but at the same time you should have known better than to believe rumors and he pulled out.

“Y/N, my princess, my world, my muse, my everything. You’re the reason I keep going and keep trying to be a better person. The amount of questions I’ve answered as to how I’ve been able to do so many things and accomplish so many obstacles and just improve myself as a person and an artist…. All my answers come back to you. You are the reason for everything. We had a lot of thinking to do and one of the constant thoughts in my mind was you….”

You turned around fully facing him, fat tears running down your cheeks, and all you could do was just guck at him while he poured his emotions out. You were mad at him you knew how hard it was for him to fully express himself emotionally.

“… constantly every issue, every decision I always went back to you and how he would feel and what you would say. I love you. I went to the local jewelers and looked at rings and I bought it without hesitation because I just knew. I’m an asshole, and a jerk,”

“And a big fat meanie pants” you throw in your inside joke and he chuckles

“Yes, the biggest meaniest pants in the world. But the one thing I know I’m sure of is that I love you and I don’t want to picture the rest of my life without you. Y/N….will you give me the honor of being your husband? If you’ll still have me.”

You chuckle as the tears still fall

“ you are the dumbest guy I’ve ever dated…..”

He could feel his heart sinking his chest, thinking that you were about to rip him a new one, and he wouldn’t blame you….

“But, you’re also the most sincere I’ve been with……Noah, somehow always find a way to make up for your wrongs and I have no idea how you do it” you giggle as you closer to him, he was still holding the box waiting for your response

“ as long as you promise you’ll make up for tonight I think I can marry you”

“Awh even after I poured my entire soul out to you?” he says, sarcastically holding a hand over his chest. “ I think I can work something out.”

“You better, I can take my back answer back” smile slides the ring onto your finger and hold your hand tightly

“Eh I don’t think so baby, you’re stuck with me for life now,” he slides his hand up your arm after he puts the ring on and gently squeezes and caress the skin with his thumb

“I really am sorry baby. Truly deeply sorry.” he stands up and holds your hands as he do to bring you up with him and he brings you into a hug as he repeatedly kisses your head. “ and makes it up to you. I think I know a way to put those rumors to rest.”

“You do?” You looking up at him and he gives you a nod

The next day, Noah takes it upon himself to get back onto his social media platforms and announce his engagement to you. He made sure to include some of his favorite pictures of you guys together and wrote a heartfelt small paragraph. Putting arrest to the rumors and addressing who it was in his life that he loved the most.

It was saved to say that the band and him had blown up over the next week with the engagement course, Noah wasn’t big on social media as he has stated before and it wasn’t a huge deal but him going out of his way to put a statement out there on your end his behalf really did mean something to you. Next step was to plan for the actual wedding.

[thecoyotescry]

Just a thought!

Waking up later than normal on a Saturday morning and hearing muffled voices in the other room. You smile to yourself, because you know your boys are up and waiting (impatiently) for you to come join them. You walk out of the room to find Noah and baby boy (who’s the spitting image of Noah, as previously established) sitting on the couch eating bowls of cereal together. Both are cross-legged with matching bed head and identical smiles and giggles as they watch the cartoons/anime on the tv. You can tell they’ve only been up a short amount of time, due to the soft sleepiness in their eyes. And your heart grows about 7 sizes because these are your boys, and nobody else gets to see big, buff, tatted, “I’m the fucking king,” Noah like this; so sweet and calm and domestic. It’s only for you! 🥺😩

Anyway, happy Saturday, gang! 🤭

[blairboo]

IDWT$

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader

Summary: When your boyfriend is a fighter, and takes you to one of his fights, which he betrays you, are you going to seek help from his opponent?

Warnings: Fights, blood, betrayal, bruises, pain

Word Count: 2k

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Fights.

That's what my life became after I started dating Ryan. He had been fighting since he was 14, grew up in this world, and I knew that very well when I started dating him. Ryan had always been very clear about showing me that this was his life.

But then, he never let me go to any of his fights. He said it was a dangerous place for me. I never doubted that, especially on the days Ryan came back, simply broken. But I sensed there was another reason why he never wanted me to go with him. He was jealous and hated to see me near other men, and I knew that where he fought, there were only men.

It had been a few weeks since his last fight. Ryan wasn’t a weak or inexperienced fighter; he grew up doing this. But in his last fight, he lost. He didn’t want to tell me who the other fighter was, which I found strange, considering every time he fought, I always knew who his opponent was.

Today, he was going to fight again against the man he lost to. Ryan seemed confident, saying he wouldn’t lose this time. I always believed in him. Ryan wasn’t a vengeful person, but after his last fight, it seemed like he wanted revenge on the guy who had raised his hand instead of Ryan.

I found myself sitting in the living room while Ryan packed his bag to head to the Glass House, his fight gym. He grew up there and had been the best and most evolved fighter in the gym.

“I want you to come today.” I turned my head in his direction to make sure I heard him right.

“What?” I had been dating Ryan for three years, and he had never let me go to his fights. Why now?

“I want you to come to my fight today.” He came towards me and took my hands.

“Are you sure? I know you don’t like me going there,” I asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely. I want you to see me beat the crap out of that jerk from the last fight.” He had a frightening smile on his face.

I gave him a weak smile and went to our room to get ready. I wasn’t quite sure what to wear since I had never been to the place or seen how people dressed there, but I opted for black leggings and a white shirt with a jacket over it. It seemed comfortable.

I went back down to the living room, and Ryan was already ready with his bag slung over his shoulder. When his gaze met mine, I couldn’t decipher whether he liked my outfit or not, but he didn’t say anything and opened the door, extending his hand for us to leave.

Ryan was always a gentleman with me, but there was something in his behavior that bothered me a lot. His jealousy irritated me. He never let me be near other men, and if it happened, he would probably yell at me once we got home, telling me I didn’t need to be so friendly with men. And how much that annoyed me.

❦

The drive to the gym was calm and silent, just the music on the radio playing and the raindrops falling on the car. Ryan parked and got out, telling me to wait for him to grab the umbrella, and I looked at the place in front of me.

Upheaval Underground.

What the heck was this?

“Are you going to just stand there?” Ryan looked at me angrily while holding the umbrella.

I got out of the car, positioning myself under the umbrella as we walked towards the entrance of the venue.

We headed to the entrance, where there were many people drinking around the arena, and red lights flashing. A voice over the loudspeaker announced that the fights would start in 20 minutes. Ryan took my hand and led us inside. The place smelled of alcohol, smoke, and weed.

“I need to get ready for the fight; I’ll put you in the balcony, you’ll be able to see well.” Ryan pulled me through the doors of the arena.

❦

It had been 15 minutes since Ryan left, and I was looking down at where some fights were already happening. This was definitely not the kind of thing I was used to; there was a lot of blood and shouting in the ring.

As time passed, the fight ended, and I knew it was Ryan’s turn to fight. For a moment, I felt apprehensive. I had never seen one of his fights, and anxiety was building inside me.

A voice over the loudspeaker announced Ryan’s entrance into the ring. He was wearing black fight shorts, and his gloves were red. The look on his face was confident.

I looked around as people shouted Ryan's name; he seemed like a big celebrity.

The voice announced the entry of the other fighter in the ring.

“And now, my fight lovers, we have Noah Davis against Ryan Miller in the ring, two beasts, but only one will walk away with the belt tonight,” the voice said again over the speakers.

Noah Davis.

Who was he?

Noah entered the ring wearing a black cloak over his face, and his gloves were black. He was tall and in good shape, and then he took off the cloak.

I thought Ryan was handsome until I saw him.

“Focus; you’re watching your boyfriend fight,” the voices in my head warned me.

A loud whistle declared the start of the fight, and until then, the two of them just circled the ring, staring each other down.

Then Ryan tried to throw the first punch at Noah, which he missed.

Noah retaliated with a punch to Ryan's face and a kick to the side of his thigh. Ryan staggered a bit but quickly landed a punch.

The fight continued, fists and kicks flying everywhere. There was blood on the ring floor, and I began to feel nauseous. I lowered my head and could only hear the people shouting and the sounds of punches.

My head started to spin, and I could feel nausea creeping in. I needed help. My hand reached for a water bottle I had brought with me, and when I found it, I quickly brought it to my lips, drinking as if I were stranded in the desert for 30 days. At least it relieved the nausea I was feeling.

❦

The final whistle of the fight snapped me out of my thoughts, and I lifted my head to see Ryan lying on the floor, surrounded by paramedics, while the referee raised Noah’s hand and another man put a belt around Noah's waist.

Ryan had lost.

Noah rubbed his hand on the belt in circles while shouting words to the people around him.

“ i’m the fucking king!” he shout out

His eyes scanned the crowd until they found mine.

He paused for a moment, continued to stare at me, and gave me a playful smile.

Realizing what I was doing, I quickly left the area and went to look for Ryan. I needed to know if he was okay.

I walked the concrete hallways, searching for someone who could help me and tell me where Ryan was. I arrived at a room where no one was present, but I could hear voices behind a closed curtain.

I moved closer to the curtain, and the voices sounded like moaning.

I pulled the curtain aside.

Ryan was sitting on the stretcher, with several cuts on his face, and there was a nurse with her lab coat open, sitting on his lap.

“What the hell is this?” I screamed furiously at the both of them.

Ryan’s eyes looked at me with what I could only describe as desperation.

“I swear it’s not what it looks like; I can explain,” he tried, but his words and nothing were the same thing to me.

He tried to stand up, but the woman on his lap didn’t move.

I looked at him again.

“I’ll make sure to thank Noah for beating your ass,” I turned on my heels and walked toward the door.

I heard my name being shouted several times, but I continued without looking back.

I stepped out of the room and leaned against the wall.

“Problems in paradise, huh?” a voice came from beside me. I couldn’t see who it was; tears of anger burned in my eyes.

I wiped my eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

Noah.

He was leaning against the wall, just wearing his fight shorts.

“I’m not interested in your victory story,” I rolled my eyes.

“That guy in there with my girlfriend; is he your boyfriend?” Noah asked, a slight smile on his face.

“I guess so.” I wasn’t interested in continuing the topic.

My boyfriend cheated on me with the girlfriend of the guy he just lost a fight to.

Wow, how ironic.

“Come on, I can help you get out of here,” he extended his hand to me.

“I’m not interested in leaving with the guy who just beat my ex-boyfriend,” I turned and continued toward the other exit.

“Come on, the woman in there was my girlfriend too. If you let me, I can help you forget about this. Besides, you’re not leaving here alone; well, at least not without being harassed.” His voice was playful, but I didn’t know the place, much less who the people who frequented it were.

Noah still had his hand extended to me, which I gratefully took.

Ryan had cheated on me, and he definitely deserved this.

❦

Noah led us out of the arena, where many people were gathered, and the rain had stopped, so there were definitely many more people than when I arrived.

“How did you come?” he asked.

“My car,” I pointed in the direction where my car was parked.

I even wondered how Ryan would get home, but that was now his problem. Screw it.

A voice behind me made Noah clench his fists.

“What’s this, Noah? You were just with that blonde and now you're with another?” a man approached, placing one hand on my back.

Noah stepped in front of the man.

“Don’t touch her,” his voice had changed; it was no longer soft but filled with anger.

“What’s up, man? We can take turns.” The man had a smile on his face.

The next sound I heard was Noah's fist making contact with the man’s face, and soon the place exploded into shouts, with punches and kicks flying everywhere.

I looked around and saw no way out, and I felt a tight grip on my arm.

Noah was holding my wrist tightly, trying to pull me out of that fight.

And then…

I felt a pain on the right side of my head and something burning in my ribs.

The pain was agonizing.

I felt two hands gripping the sides of my face.

Everything went black.

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**NOAH POV**

I looked at the woman lying on my bed. Her face was bruised, and there was a deep cut on her ribs.

She was so beautiful.

I started to wonder when I decided to bring my opponent's girlfriend to my house.

Well, now she was an ex-girlfriend.

I ran my fingers along her face down to the scar on her left shoulder.

With a quick movement, the woman grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her scar.

“Don’t touch me,” she backed away.

I still didn’t know her name.

“I’m just trying to help you,” I raised my hands in surrender.

She seemed to be scanning me, looking at everything around her.

“Where am I?” she looked at me suspiciously.

“I’ll tell you, but only if you tell me your name,” I thought it was a fair trade.

She just stared at me.

No response.

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Hellooo Everyone!!

So I decided to post earlier the story, so I really hope that you enjoy this.

Idk if this deserves an part 2, but lmk if you all want it

Thank you!

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Blair👾

[artificialstardust]

Okay so I had a Noah thought while I was taking a bath

SO

I’m thinking about how both of you just had a relaxing evening. You had went to dinner at in and out or something, went for a drive up the coastline listening to your shared playlist. Maybe a milkshake or slushy to enjoy during it. You’d get home and just have some soft, sweet kisses after you walk through the door. Asking him if he’d want to take a bath with you before bed because it sounded nice.

Him telling you to get some waters (baths are hot and it’s worth having water) and your favorite candle and he’d get it ready with a kiss to your hairline. You’d get your water bottles from the cabinet, filling them with ice and water then getting your candle from the coffee table in the living room.

You’d get to the bathroom and he’d already have the bubbles going and a bath bomb in it to add to it. He has the towels in a towel warmer (you tried it when it got colder out and he ended up getting spoiled by it so you still use it occasionally in the warmer months), he has your favorite lotion on the counter, and a couple more random candles that don’t really smell like much lit already.

He’s sitting on the edge of the tub when you walk in, he gets a smile on his face when he sees you walk in. Noah would take the waters from you and put them on the floor next to the tub, then lighting the candle and setting it on the corner of it. “Wanted you to feel cozy, I brought my laptop in if you want to watch something” he’d tell you. The two of you end up deciding on howls moving castle (or something else if you’d like). You help each other undress and he’d sit in the tub first, then helping you in to sit in front of him. He has his arms on the sides so you could comfortably lay against him.

You’d rub your thumb on his thigh, just as a comforting thing. “You did good picking out the bubbles for the bath” “you were the one that picked it out so I hope so” he’d laugh. The sound warming your chest, making you smile. You’d bring a bubble covered hand up to the side of his face so you could kiss him. His arms moving to wrap around you. He’s a little shit sometimes so he’d try and tickle out, making you laugh and accidentally splash a little water over the edge.

After that you’d just sit in each other’s company for a while longer. At this point you’re halfway through the movie and decide to get out. He has you stand up so he can get your towel for you, drying you off and then wrapping it around you. He’d wrap his towel around your waist after, then would sit you on the edge of the counter (it’s a double sink counter in my mind) then would take some of your lotion in his hands and rub it onto your legs for you. He’d have you stand back up so he could help you with the rest. Never letting his hands linger for too long, but just appreciating how beautiful you are.

It’d catch him off guard when you offer to rub some onto him, but he lets you. He groans when you message it onto his back, then working it down his arms. When you get to his chest you would lean up and give him a kiss, making him smile. After you finish up he’d give you a playful swat to the ass telling you to go get dressed.

You’d dress in the usual undies (or shorts/pants if you have a preference for it!) and one of his shirts. He’d have on a pair of athletic shorts because he’ll probably spend half of the next day in them lounging about. Finally ending up in bed tangling together, the fan on high and the ac blasting.

“I love you, so much”

“I love you more Noah”

[ciginatree]

hey munch!noah hc wont leave my brain so you have to deal with it now /j

ughhh 😩 I live for munch noah

here’s a little blurb for all the munch noah lovers

Your hips rock and swivel against his tongue in an attempt to sate your pleasure. He’s moving so slowly and you need more, but Noah’s lost in the taste of you, lost to the point where he can’t register your desperate hands tugging at his locks. His face is buried between your thighs, his arms threaded under your legs and snaking up over your stomach to lock together, holding you still and clamped around his head. You can feel every flex and ripple of his biceps against your leg and when you glance down at him the contrast of his skin against yours is striking. His tattoos pop like wildflowers creeping along the face of a grassy plane. His nails dig into your skin and he moans as he drags his tongue along your slit once more, his eyes squeezed shut. A gasp rushes from your throat and your hands tangle in the sheets when he kisses your clit before sucking it into his mouth and your eyes slip back into your head. He’s as desperate as you are, his hips starting to rock into the mattress. He grunts and laps at your hole, slipping his tongue inside to taste and fuck you. “Fuck,” he moans as he withdraws his tongue and your thighs squeeze around his head. “That’s it babygirl.” You’re on the brink of madness and you can’t help but pull harder on his hair before grinding against his lips. Noah’s head tips back at your tug and he smirks with a soft moan before diving back in, his appetite as insatiable as yours.

Tags: @dollieomens @spookieolson @exitwoundsx @tashka @thisbicc

[lolitasangel]

Noah HC, texting while on tour, gender- neutral reader

Tw-NONE, FLUFF, not proof read

Word count- idk

An- I’ve decided in the time being until meddle about pt2 (that’s not the name just a place holder name 😉) comes out I will just be doing head canons for now. Hopefully I get this job and then I can go back to writing properly. If you would like to drop some head canons in my ask, I would love it and try to get to it. Have a good morning/evening/night🫶🏼

‘C/N’- cat’s name

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* Noah definitely sends goofy selfies like this when he is touring, like he’s peaking in to check how you’re doing, if you need anything.

*Noah likes to take this time to see how your days going, if work has been okay or if it’s been stressful. He’s very quick to remind you he wouldn’t mind you joined him to your.

*He likes to send pictures of sceneries, restaurants hes going to, pictures of the boys goofing off.

*He will text you through out the day of what touring around a different Country and how he can’t wait till you can join him.

*Noah always buys you a little treat from a gift shop or a souvenir from one of the small shops he stopped by with the boys.

*Rehearsals are always hectic but that won’t stop Noah from replying back to you during his break. Being away from eachother and not being able to be on his phone as much is killing him.

*Not because he can’t ’live without his phone’ but because he wants to see what you had to say to his picture, or his thoughts on the set list, etc.

*Although you can’t be with him when touring, and the most you can connect through is a phone, he always keeps you updated on what’s happening.

* “Babe, look! I found a tiny cowboy hat for C/N” Noah will say on FaceTime to you, rummaging through his bag trying to find the tiny hat for you cat. Noah loved your cat, he always loved seeing her dressed up.

*Noah likes waking up early in the morning and seeing whatever text you had sent him during your time zone. Depending where he is, he will send a good morning text, you a night text, and vice versa.

*There was not a single day where Noah wasn’t talking to you. You both were worried that distance might strain your relationship but you both found it helped strengthen it.

*”I know, but when we get a break for tour, Im coming down for a bit, and you can’t get rid of me” Noah teased you with his big smile, causing you to let out a chuckle.

* When the band would decide to go out for dinner Noah would take note of the name and skin the menu for anything you might also like. Depending on what was presented on the menu and deciding if you would like to come back here with him.