#badomens fanfiction

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

warm and alive (noah sebastian x reader one shot)

18+, mdni, sexual talk, smut, f oral receiving, p and v unprotected (wrap it before u tap it ;))

it was late in the evening, and the dark had already taken over the sky. the puffs of air escaping from my lips raised up in the air, disappearing like smoke around me. it was cold outside, making me bury my hands deeper in the pockets of my black coat, that was despite the furry layer on the inside failing to keep me warm tonight.

music was blasting through my ears, distracting me and keeping me company on my walk home. despite my mind always wandering off because of the melodies and lyrics creating images inside my mind because i loved to daydream, i was focused enough to also be in enough touch of my surroundings and get into my street safely.

as i looked around me, the apartment building across from my own had several lights on in different windows. most were just the classic warm yellow one, and some had different colors, like red, pink or blue. my eyes dart around, and pause at a certain window. a tall figure, belonging to a young man, leans on his open window with both his elbows, as long drags of his cigarette escapes from his mouth. he was fully covered in all kinds of colored, mostly faded tattoos. i had never seen him before, he must have just moved in here, since the apartment was empty for a week or two.

his dark eyes landed back down on me, making contact, looking intrigued and interested as they were slightly narrowed, taking in my physique quickly. his dark chocolate, mid long hair was slightly pushed back, just a strand hanging in front of his eyes, and a tight black tee shows how well trained his arms and chest were. it made my heart jump for a moment, and my throat turned slightly tighter because of some nerves kicking in, a small flutter going through my stomach.

there was absolutely no denying that this man was extremely attractive, and by the way his lips that were going back around his cigarette turned into a slight smirk he clearly noticed my slightly more nervous behavior, and i quickly looked down again, eyes stuck on the concrete tiles underneath my feet, even though they rather stayed on the man instead, completely captivated by him already.

and we both didn't seem to be able to forget that short moment of observation. the following week, every time i'd come home back from work he'd be there again, hanging out the window, sometimes sitting on his windowsill with one leg hanging out whilst smoking, the other one stretched out in front of him. every single time, we would make eye contact. every day it would be longer, by looking at him earlier as i crossed my street. the more we did it, the less shy i became, not letting my eyes dart away that easily like i did before. he pulled me in like some magnet, with a strong electric force, and it did more and more with me each time.

blushing, a rapid heartbeat---and breathing even at some point, as i became more and more hypnotized by his longing stare---trembling legs, stomach in knots and heat in my chest, but most of all, a very frustrating feeling between my goddamn thighs as well. and the longer we would stare, the quicker and stronger it was there.

and he absolutely knew, because he would lick his lips, he would take a longer drag of his cigarette, rolling it around between his long wise and middle finger, and his eyes became darker and more intense. they would take in every step, every inhale, every movement of my curves, every outfit i'd wear, the way my hair was styled that day, the way i was batting my lashes at him.

we longed for each other, but still wouldn't say a word.

one evening, as i once again grew tired of the hooks of my bra pressing uncomfortably against my back, i decided to take it off, something i always do after a long day of work. as i walked towards the window of my bedroom to close the curtains, my heart made a big jump---he was there. right in my view, right across my own window, facing me as well.

a lump appeared in my throat, and he stared right back. his window was closed now, and he was not hanging out of it as usual with a cigarette in hand---instead it seemed like he was just about to close his own curtains as well. we were literally mirroring the same pose, having our curtain in hand, but pausing as soon as our eyes met. my heart was hammering, and he was just staring, as if he was waiting, waiting for my next move---almost daring me to make a move.

and then, as heat was spreading not only to my cheeks but also my whole entire body, i took off my shirt, letting it drop to the ground, revealing my bra i was about to take off next. the corners of his mouth slowly and slightly curled up, eyes narrowing as usual, taking in the sight of my chest in the black lace. one corner of my lips couldn't help but twitched up as well---sultry like, mischievous wise.

then, i slowly slid the straps off my shoulders, and it almost looked like that made his breath hitch in his throat for a moment. one of my hands slowly got behind my back, the daring glimmer of my own eyes never leaving his, unclasping it. the lace fell to the ground, revealing my chest to him, and that made one of his brows rise in amusement, his pupils seeming to get darker somehow, blending in with the color of his irises.

my smile slightly widened as i took in his little needy expression, his eyes ranking down as if he wished he could take the rest off me as well, and i then closed the curtains---letting a big shaky breath escape from my lips that i pulled between my teeth next.

fuck, that excited me a lot, and i saw his lustful eyes in front of me still, as i closed my own. my lips then slightly parted as more heavy breathing escaped, feeling worked up, feeling desperate. desperate for my mysterious and attractive neighbor to do something about it, instead of my trembling fingers that went down slowly.

but after a few minutes, i then heard some loud knocking on my door downstairs, making me open my eyes and jumping me awake out of my steamy trance. a frustrated sound escaped my mouth as my heart hammered in my chest, quickly putting on a robe as i made my way down stairs, wondering who needs me at this time after work.

when i opened the door, i needed to tightly hold the door handle for support of not stumbling backwards, as i met the two dark brown eyes of the neighbor from across the street now standing in front of me. and god, he was even taller like this, making me need to tilt my head up to him, my eyes taking him in quickly before doing so. he was wearing a loose tank top with sweats underneath despite the weather, and his muscular, tattooed arms were being exposed even more, and a part of his just as tattooed chest as well.

'good evening,' his deep, slightly hoarse voice greeted me from the cold, chilly air outside, both making me slightly shiver. his eyes slowly ranked to my robe, being slightly loose because of the quick knot i had to make to hold the thin, light blue fabric together. the corner of his mouth slightly tugged up because of that, his stare like fire burning right through me, before meeting my gaze again.

'i had to stop by after that little show you did for me,' he then continued, his hands in the pocket of his sweats as he slightly tilted his head to the side, which made it hard for me to function properly, to get out my first words to him as smoothly as he seemed to be able to talk to me.

i cleared my throat and took in a quiet, shaky breath before answering with a slow smug expression appearing on my flustered face, 'for you? that's interesting. i think you were just lucky to be there at that moment. always take my bra off after a long day of work.'

he hummed at that with an amused twinkle and smile on his face. 'is that so? well, guess you can call me really lucky then,' he smirked, not seeming to believe my words, and my own grin turned wider as i leaned my head against the door, still holding it.

'so you're saying that i came here for disappointment? can't expect you to continue it, hm?' he then added, and i softly chuckled. the chemistry between us was thick, strong and heated already, leaving me aching for more, aching how much more needy i could get him for me, how much more he could worship my body by just his lustful stare.

'oh, i didn't say that,' i then responded, stepping slightly more aside, a gesture that he could come in. as he was about to enter with a smug and amused glimmer in his eyes still, i then quickly stepped in front of him, gently placing my small hand on his chest, which caused him to raise both his eyebrows in question.

'at least tell me your name, neighbor.' my hand slowly removed itself from his chest by going up and down first, his eyes flickering down at it, before then meeting my own again with a intrigued smirk.

'noah,' he answered, and i clicked my tongue.

'y/n,' i introduced myself back, and that made his smirk only broaden, the twinkle in his eyes growing even more, as if he knew he would enjoy using my name for whatever dirty fantasies he was holding captured inside his mind.

'well, y/n, your little relief for your back after your long day of work wasn't the only time i've noticed you, but you know that, noah then spoke, his husky voice closer to me now that he slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind him. the more steps he took, the more i became pressed against the wall.

'your little adorable walk every time you came home from work, all lost in your music, coming out of those black matching headphones of yours, matching your outfits', he continued, his body being towered over my smaller frame, and i gulped in both nerves and excitement, already clenching now and then by the way he looked down on me and spoke every word so sultry and deeply alone. 'so concentrated whilst pulling those gorgeous lips of yours between your teeth now and then.'

noah slowly moved his large hand to my chin, tilting my face even more up to him as he brushed my lips with his thumbs, seemed to be mesmerized by it, craving it. my legs have already begun to tremble in need of him, just by that small touch alone, and he seemed to be very amused by the way i reacted to it, as his devious smile grew bigger.

'and those skirts? don't you think they are a little short, darling? i mean, i am not complaining, but they drove me crazy all week. made me think of how great the view would be in front of me, just like those pretty tight jeans you're wearing right now.'

he slowly turned me around, causing me to let out a shaky breath of both excitement and anticipation, pushing me against the wall. he let out a deep, satisfied hum, practically feeling his stare burn through the fucking fabric. but as soon as his hands found my behind, squeezing it eagerly, he made me close to snapping completely more and more.

'fuck. feels even more firm than i imagined.' noah's voice sounded even more huskier than before, and shit, it made me even more aroused than i already was.

his hands slowly moved upwards, over the smooth fabric of my bathrobe, squeezing my chest even tighter than my ass, making me yelp out of surprise and pleasure. his lips already found my ear quickly after that, his hot breath fanning over it and my neck, his breathing fast and ragged.

'not gonna lie, i enjoyed our little eye fucking this week, but damn, the little sounds you make are even better darling,' he breathed, making me slightly whimper, his hands still holding my breasts firmly, his thumbs lightly rubbing over it. his hips were grinding against my behind, making me able to feel his own excitement grow.

'wonder what else i can bring out of you, and how, my pretty girl. you in? you want that?'

'yes,' i eagerly breathed out, and that made him turn me around in a quick movement, his own body being pushed flush against mine, before he then grabbed me by my legs, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him, and held me steady in his strong arms as a mischievous, dark smile grew on his attractive face.

'yeah?' he cooed, his smug fucking smile only growing by that, and it made me want to crash my own lips against him, to make him breathless and even more eager for me. 'glad to hear that, my pretty neighbor. cause since the first time we made eye contact, i wasn't able to stop fantasizing about you.'

my cheeks flushed by hearing that, my heart rate sped up, my hands shaking by anticipation. 'really hm?' i couldn't help but slightly smirk in filthy amusement, and he mirrored it right away as he nodded.

'mhm. how could my cock not get hard by seeing you all small and needy for me down there on the street? surely had to do something about it each time,' he shrugged, and it knocked the breath out of me for a moment, the filthy words rolling off his tongue just like that. 'but this, oh darling this, is the best way to do something about those cravings for you.'

noah pressed his hard bulge even harder against my damp core, slightly rubbing, making the both of us groan and whimper.

'fuck baby, i don't know how you do it, but i already feel you eagerness through your jeans. so wet already hmm? so ready to be taken by me?'

i heavily nodded at that, pulling my teeth between my lips, and his dark eyes flickered down to it, before then hungrily capturing his own with mine. my own tongue immediately pushed through it, dancing with his, tasting the deliciousness of his need for me.

noah groaned as i pulled his hair as my hands found it, flushing his body even more against mine, before then breaking the kiss to look at me with heavy breathing, every being of him filled with lust and desire for me. 'where do you want to continue this, love?'

'use those trained muscles of yours and carry me upstairs,' i teased him with a sly smile, causing him to deeply chuckle with amusement before then doing what was said, and his quick pace took me to my queen-sized bed in no time.

he placed me down on it in a sitting position, kneeling down between my legs already quickly that he then pushed apart, a wicked smile on his face, painted by the light of the small lamp on the nightstand besides us, and the left overs of the dark of the room around us contoured the rest of his pretty features.

'let me taste you, y/n,' noah whispered hoarsely as his gaze got down to my pants, then back to me again, and i nodded, causing him to instantly begin to unbutton my jeans, pulling it off my legs, his eyes slightly widening at the sight of my thin, see through panties that covered my aching core.

'jesus,' he breathed after a gulp, 'you always wear this underneath?'

'not always,' i smirked, his eyes going back up to mine. 'you are just in luck. again.'

'fuck, yes i am,' he rasped out, his lean fingers slowly and teasingly rubbing up and down the thin lace fabric, which made me shift eagerly against the mattress underneath me with a slight groan. he smiled amusingly at that, looking at me for a moment with a mischievous glint before then tucking my panties down.

'gonna taste you real good y/n, every single inch, every single drop coming out of you, yeah?' noah mumbled, spreading my legs even more, a determined and hungry look on his face. 'have thought about this so much. fuck, can't imagine how good you'd feel wrapped around me, tight and warm.'

his words, combined by the way he looks at my eagerness and rubs and teases it slowly, his warm hands going up and down my thighs as well, makes me moan impatiently, making his lips twitch again, before then finally moving his head down---making fucking eye contact as he flicks his tongue slowly and lightly against me, and my head already quickly dropped back into my shoulders as a low groan escaped my throat.

the feeling of his tongue was amazing, better than i had imagined myself too, and worked slowly against my bud once more before then going deeper inside my slit, sucking and tasting me more intensely, and i was not shy to let him know how much i enjoyed it, the sounds of pure bliss surrounding us both. it made him moan against my clit, vibrating with even more pleasure, humming in appreciation of tasting me, in enjoyment of exploring every inch of me like he promised me he would.

'god,' he then groaned as he pulled back, his lips glinting with my arousal in the dim light, and it made my breathing sped up even more. 'i would love to make you cum like this, but i need to---have to feel you around my cock baby, need to bury me inside of you real deep.'

'please do, please take me,' i eagerly stammered out in between ragged breaths, and he got up and then pulled his tank top over his head in a fast and smooth movement, dropping his sweatpants next, his white underwear showing his need for me very clearly, and it made me even more needy for him.

'that's right baby, you got me so fucking hard for you,' he groaned as he noticed my eyes wandering down, dropping his underwear next, making them widen slightly, and i blinked to hide it quickly.

noah hovered over me as i moved my body up my bed to let my head rest against my comfortable pillow, and he positioned himself between my legs, feeling his length already teasing my entrance, and it caused me to buck my hips up in high anticipation, and it let his wicked grin return.

'such a eager little thing you are. ready to be taken by me, darling?'

i nodded as i breathed out a greedy yes, and his pretty brown eyes darkened even more, hypnotizing me as it made my head spin with need as well. he then pushed himself in, and i let out a harsh gasp as his eyes rolled back.

'jesus y/n. so fucking ready for me---' he started to move, his hands placed around both sides of my head, his hands digging into the fabric of my pillow, 'and feeling like a fucking delight. taking me so well.'

'noah,' i moaned out as my eyes shut, jaw dropped by the overwhelming sensations. it made him slip his tongue in as he pulled me into a passionate kiss, our moans and groans muffed by our lips.

'you cry my name so beautifully y/n, need to hear that more than just once. need to hear it as much as possible,' noah panted, trusting faster and deeper, creating a heavenly rhythm between our sweaty bodies, the sounds of our skin adding more heat for us like fuel lighting the flame.

and i cried his name out loud over and over again, like a prayer, like the one thing i only needed that moment, and it was true, he gave me everything i craved. he brushed my messy hair out of my face now and then, making our eye contact intense and strong, adding even more connection between us.

from that moment on, i knew that noah would become more than just my neighbor that captured my body and soul---he would become everything i needed and more, the only fire that would bring me warm and alive in these cold winter days.

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

hey guys

look

look at noah

look at him

pls i’m actually begging

just look at him

stare for a long time if you have to

pls pls pls just play nice w each other and let noah distract you

he’s a very good distraction

pls

[badomensgoodomens]

BAD DECISIONS

CHAPTER ONE.

Noah Sebastian X reader

CW: sex and a ridiculously cringy argument. (p-in-v, shower sex, rough dirty talk)

credits to @emluvsuxo who proofread this chapter and did not tell me how absolutely cringy and shitty it is (xoxo) i promise the other two chapters I've written following this one are better academically, and storyline wise.

tag list at bottom of post.

READERS POV 

Noah currently had me sprawled out on his bed, his fingers pumping in and out. My head was thrown back with pleasure, but ultimately, I was in a different place. He pauses his movement, “you good?” he asks, gazing down at me. I nod, mumbling about how I had a rough day. 

We hooked up often, a stress reliever for both me and him. He wasn’t like other boys i’d fucked, he was slow, meaningful and very set on both ends receiving pleasure. However, I always wake up alone. I wasn’t beginning to care about that factor until now. 

When I woke up the next morning, half naked, I just laid there for a while. Why do I all of a sudden need this man for more than just sex. I mean he wasn’t ALL that.. With his uhm….. Fuck. 

I crave that man from the inside out.

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After a couple of hours of wallowing in delusion with my hands between my legs, I dragged myself out to the studio. I needed to work on a few pieces and get them shipped out. Art was a big passion of mine, it was a great stress reliever (alongside sex with the god himself; noah.) I was successfully channelling every emotion without taking it out on someone else, and turning it into art. Soft music played in the background as I spent hours focusing on every individual brush stroke, trying to perfect this specific piece. 

I ignored everything for a while, texts from my sister, from my mom, even from noah. I was antsy, and a little dizzy. I was losing daylight, this piece wasn’t even remotely done. I’d have to return to it tomorrow.

I close and lock the door to my studio, heading down the steep flight of stairs to the carpark. I knew Noah went to the gym around here, and prayed silently I wouldn't come across him. I was still incredibly contradicted. Did I really want more from him? 

The sun had set and I wasn't even half way home yet, clairo played softly over the radio. I was overwhelmed, not sure how to feel about noah. Fuck. Why is bags playing? 

Fuck  

Fuck 

Fuck 

Maybe I am in love with him? 

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NOAH'S POV 

I chuck my phone down onto my bed, rubbing my hands over my face. She hasn’t responded yet. Maybe she's given up on me. 

Fuck. I'm painfully hard and I need her soft skin against mine. I hadn’t told the boys about her, I didn't intend to ever date her, I don’t think. We were merely friends with benefits, I'm not ready for commitment. 

It isn’t like I don’t trust her or anything, I'm just scared, and hurt. Natasha fucked me up real bad, hence why we were strictly friends with benefits. No cheating, no trust issues, just meaningless sex. Even though, now when I smell her perfume, it makes me dizzy.   

My head was resting on my grey pillows as my hips stuttered, my right hand jerking up and down my cock. Soft groans spilled out of my mouth as my hips snapped up. I was seconds away from cumming when my phone rang, it was her, her contact photo illuminating my entire phone screen. And holy shit it made me cum. 

I had taken a photo of her, half naked, standing by the big windows in her bedroom. I’d just fucked her brains out, but she was more intrigued by the moon. I scramble to answer the phone, pulling my pants back up. 

“Hi?” her voice came through my phone speaker. 

“Hi, are you busy right now?” I asked, readjusting my pants. 

Her soft sigh fills my ears, and I almost moan. 

“I’m on my way home from the studio, shower sex sounds good enough for you?” 

I climb out of bed, mumbling a soft yes. 

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I pull up to her house at roughly 8pm, letting myself in. She's standing in the kitchen in a pair of paint covered track pants and a sports bra. 

“You’re covered in paint” I grin, watching as she eats a microwavable meal. She looks over herself, an embarrassed smile gracing her pretty face. I swear my pants tighten. 

“Right. Upstairs. Now.” I smirk, slipping off my shirt. 

She turns the shower on and hurries to get her clothes off, discarding her silly little lace thong. My hand reaches the back of her neck, pulling her soft lips against mine. It's a clash of teeth, kisses and moans. 

“Bend over” I growl, spitting on my fingers. She does as she's told, making a show of bending over in the spacious shower. My hand comes down harshly on her pretty ass. I gently trace my fingers over her clit, her breathing quickens.    

I lean my head down near her ear, nibbling on it, taking notice of the way her thighs squeeze together at the dirty things I'm whispering in her ear.

My fingers slip inside her tight pussy, pumping in and out. Her soft moans fill the room, blessing my ears. “Gonna make you cum, huh?” I groan, watching her clench down on my fingers. “Gonna make you cum with just my fingers, you dirty girl.” 

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I walk out of the shower, stretching my back. I slip my clothes back on, gathering my stuff to leave. She walks me out, wearing just a tshirt. I clear my throat, turning to face her. She looked up at me, her face littered with a post-orgasmic glow, but her eyes said something different. 

READERS POV

He pulls me in for a kiss, a magical one at that. I was enjoying it for a moment until I could taste a hint of hennessy. I pull away, feeling a mix of hurt. “So you just came here to fuck me because you were drunk?!” the words came out before i could even process them. Surprise washes over his face, “w-what?” he mutters, stepping back a little. I rub my hand over my face, why the fuck did i say that? 

This was going to go south real quick. 

“Am I no good?” 

His face is quizzical, his eyebrows raising. “What? Baby-”

“No. don’t call me that. Tell me, am I no good?” the words fell off my lips in a hurry. I felt sick to my stomach, I was head over heels with this man and I needed to know. 

“What the fuck are you talking about-” 

I cut him off. “Do you actually want to fuck me? Or am I just the only one willing?” I ask, crossing my arms over. My heart hurt. 

“I- we talked about this. We are strictly friends with benefits.” Noah responds, shuffling awkwardly back into the house, not wanting to give the neighbours a show. “You’re not even my fucking friend though! You won’t introduce me to your friends, you only come over for sex!" I yell, shutting the front door. Well yeah. That was the whole point of our relationship, but he could’ve at least been nice enough to. 

I watch him rub his hand over my face. His leg was bouncing up and down. 

“You caught feelings, didn’t you?” 

My stomach dropped, I mean I hadn't exactly been secretive, but it was still terrifying. 

“Why is that so wrong!!” I cried out, tugging at the roots of my hair. Was it because he was some rockstar? Was he just like… using me for my body?  Ironic isn’t it?

He sighs, sitting down on my grey couch. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen-” 

“Can I be yours?” the words spill out before i can stop myself, a desperate plea. The room is silent again. My hopes are not very high. 

“What-?” 

“Can I be yours? Just tell me I'm yours-" I fumble with my words, avoiding eye contact. It felt like I was being burned at the stake.

Panic sets over his face, I panic myself. 

“We talked about this- i- i can’t do that.” he answers, standing up. Shuffling towards the door. 

“You walk out those doors and you’ll never see me again-” the words were much harsher than intended, but I was at my wits end. Our relationship was boring, just sex and nothing else. That wasn’t what I wanted it to be. God, I felt like some trashy whore.

He faltered his movement slightly, but continued walking. 

The last thing he said to me was, 'I’m sorry.' Those words hung in the air, heavy and final, just before I turned away and never saw him again. It wasn’t just the apology that hit me—it was the weight behind it, the finality in his voice, as if it were the last thing he could offer, and it still wasn’t enough. My chest tightened, and a cold wave of nausea rose in my throat. It was as though his words, meant to bring closure, had instead unravelled something inside me, leaving me hollow and raw. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—just the echo of his voice and the bitter sting of what could never be fixed.

The door slammed shut, making the thin walls of the lifeless house shake. Bile rose in my throat, I ran up the creaky stairs, my voice a mixture of pained cries and gagging. 

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For days, I couldn’t stop hearing those words—his apology. It looped in my mind like a broken record, each repetition digging deeper. But as the days wore on, I started to realise something. Maybe the hardest part wasn't that he’d hurt me. It was that I was still holding on to the hurt, still letting it have power over me. I had to choose to let go.

authors note:

yes, I know I made this story out to be so much juicier and written so much better, just have some patience. I wrote this literally like 2 months ago and have increasingly gotten better.

Taglist: @lilcrazy011 @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard

let me know if you’d like to be added

credits: whoever made that divider ily. i swear it was @silent-stories do correct me if I'm wrong.

[starsomens]

hi star!!

thinking about a really sloppy make out session rn. Like just sitting on his lap grinding on him, him getting hard underneath you running his hands all over your body. Then just leading to the nastiest sex and just being such a good girl for him :((

A/N: OH MY ANON- (i tired my best muah!)

Warning: language, dirty talk, messy-ish sex, recording studio sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), WE ARE JUST DIVING RIGHT INTO IT!

You both had a day off finally! So of course it was spent cuddled in bed, sleeping in and some homemade breakfast, you were even able to get some chores done around the house! However, that also meant you were finding a lot of old stuff and misplaced things as well. Noah was currently in the top cupboard going through some old things that had been pushed to the back.

"Old pasta sauce?" his voice echoed in the wooden space

"Mmm what's the date?"

"Last month," he hands it to you for you to toss "uh...old chocolate bar still in the wrapper?"

"really? Let me see?" he comes out of the space and hands you the bar of chocolate still in mint condition

"What you gonna eat it?" he chuckled "What brand is it anyway?" he asks looking at the item with you

"I can't remember," you flip it around and see the label had instructions? You read them out loud "Split the chocolate in half with you partner, and allow up to 20 minutes to take effect-OH OKAY! I know what this is," you could FEEL the blush creeping already remembering what this was

"Hey wait what do you mean you know? What is it?" Noah said as he tried getting the candy back from you

"It's nothing!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa wait minute," he stops recalling what the label said "is it...sex chocolate? The one that gets you horny and shit?"

"NO!"

"so.....yes?" he smirks at you finally swiping the chocolate from your hands and unwrapping it

"Noooaaahhhh" you whine

"Come on babe, you act like we haven't done worst shit than this," he pulls out the 3 sets of split chocolate "remember why I got a video camera?" he wiggled his eyebrows at you

"That's different...." you pout

"sure it is babe. Here," he opens a set and breaks off his half and popped it in his mouth passing you yours, "say ah princess,"

You sigh while he holds the chocolate aphrodisiac, you slowly open your mouth and he gently slips the piece on to your tongue as he drags your lips down a bit

"Such a good girl" he teased with the signature grin of his.

"shut up," you giggle shaking your head "now come on we still have one more cupboard to go through"

about 30 minutes later you in fact did not move to the next cupboard. It started with Noah taking his shirt off because he was feeling hot, which only made you stare at his back more. Those tattoos....and wide shoulders...and those arms.....

When he had caught you he stepped closer to you. He was practically looming over you with a deep and hungry stare. One that burned into your soul. His hand ghosts over your stomach and up between your breasts and to your neck. Sending a deep shiver down you spine that ended as a dull ache in your very core. He hoists you on to the counter and slots himself between your legs. His lips were fierce and hungry against yours as his hands claw at your to bring you impossibly closer.

It felt like you were hot and cold at the same time, you were anxious and impatient and you just NEEDED him. Luckily for Noah you were wearing an old tank top...old and flimsy enough for him to see your nipples peak when it got cold, and old enough for him to... *riiiiipp*

You breasts feel free from the cloth as it falls on to the counter

"No bra? Were you planning to get fucked princess?" His large hand cupped one of your breasts and took your nipple into his mouth.

"Mmm Noah," you shudder as he lets go with a pop

"tell me what you want...what you need pretty girl," he voice was low and deep. His pupils were blown and deep and with pure lust. Like a predator that had finally cornered it's pray. Noah lift you from the counter and carries you over to the sofa. His lips crashing down on yours with me and fever. First, he was doubting that that chocolate had even worked, but now he felt like he was ready to take you over and over again in every part of the house.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip as it slips inside your mouth. Your tongues dance around in an erotic kiss. While his hands were busy, stripping you of your bottoms. He can feel his cock straining against his pants. The more he tasted you the more he wanted to taste and feel. And then need to fuck you senseless only piled on itself.

"need you Noah...so fucking bad...please," which each gap between your mouths you get out exactly what you wanted from him

"need little slut...need me deep in that pussy huh?" he teased, his lips moving to your ear to nibble it just a bit making a shaky breath escape from your lips. One of his favorite things to hear

"p-please..." oh and the begging how he loved it. Thank god he was only wearing his shorts, pushing them down and positioning himself between your legs. His fingers coming down to feel the wetness of your core. You were more slick than usual

"fuck you're so wet," he growls lowly, his middle and ring finger coated in your juices as he brings it back up to his mouth and licked it off his fingers. You couldn't help the deep blush that floods your cheeks as you watch him.

"alright pretty girl, keep those eyes on me...." he hoists your legs on to his shoulders, his lips kiss your left calf. A playful yet sly grin decorated his face as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down your slit, and god you needed him so badly. His eyes bore into yours as he finally positions himself and slowly pushes himself in , inch by inch. You feel that wonderful stretch and full feeling and you were already seeing stars. He pushes all the way in until the hilt with a deep groan as he watches your mouth fall open in pleasure.

"Fuck! So fucking..." he pulls out just a bit and thrusts back in "tight! Damn princess" he picks up a steady rhythm as he starts to steadily fuck you. You usually lasted so much longer but you already felt like you were going to cum, you eyes were dazed and unfocused, completely engulfed in the sensation of pleasure.

"F-fuck Noah...right there," you pant as he leans his weight down on your legs slightly to get in deeper

"here princess? Like it nice and deep huh?" he smirks as he starts to move his hips harder, faster and deeper

"Oh fuck! Y-yes!" you nails start to claw at his arms feeling that knot starting form in the pit of your stomach

"pussy so tight...and wet just for me..." he pants "Good fucking girl....taking my dick so good..." you could feel his cock starting to pound you to the verge of your orgasm

"N-noah...Noah! Oh god~"

"Gonna cum already? Gonna cum on this dick baby?"

"Y-Yea--oh fuck!"

"Cum....cum for me princess," his next 3 thrusts were enough to push you off the edge and finally cum around his cock. The chocolate completely enhancing your orgasm, as you tighten around his cock, your juices coating him. He keeps moving in and out at a slower pace. The sound of your cum as he thrusts into you filling in the silence of the home

"holy shit babe..... came so much just for me, like a good little slut....my good little slut," he sits back on his heels as he spreads your legs and watches as you drip down on to the couch, coating the entire length of his cock. He watches as his cock pumps in and out of your pussy. "look at that...taking it so fucking good...how about another baby? Gonna fill this pussy up so good,"

His grunts and groans only become deeper as he picks up his pace again. Your walls clenching around him, still sensitive from the last orgasm. Your continuous whines were filled with pleasure and ecstasy as your eyes roll back and your head falls limp. Completely lost in the pleasure, feeling every aching inch that he pumped into you.

"Fuck look at that....so fucking-ugh...."he huffs as he watches intently feeling himself edging closer and closer "Tell me where baby...where do you want it?"

"I-inside please...please Noah fuck!"

"Cum for me again baby.....gonna fill up this pussy....just cum for me again..."

You could feel him twitch inside, as he the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room. He starts to moan as he comes closer and closer.

"Com-coming! FUCK!," he hips give sloppy but strong pumps as he empties himself inside of you, he cock still pumping in and out, fucking his cum deeper into you. You cum again around his cock, your essence mixing with his, flooding on to you and him and the couch below

"Fuck! take it!...t-take it!" he growls as his thrusts slow down as he rides out both of your highs. His hips come to a halt, his body coming down to collapse on top of yours. The room was filled with your pants as you tried to catch your breath be very intense sex that just occurred. One thing was for sure you need to wash the couch before you have anyone come over, or before you even sit on it again as Noah’s head rests on your collarbone, he says between breaths.

“We…need….to buy…..more those….”

“More?” You ask in a half chuckle now believing what you had just heard. You still had another two sets that you could use and he was already thinking about buying more. “You.,.are something else” 

“You’re the one who bought them,” he answers with a chuckle as he kisses the skin of your shoulder. Making a mental note to find any local stores with the same or similar chocolate.

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I Hate You | Two

Here is part two! Thank you for all of your support on the first part. Enjoy!

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CW: smut, jealous Noah and Reader, angry sex, possessive Noah, Noah is a munch, P in V unprotected sex, hair pulling, sneaking around, feelings (lots of feelings), alcohol consumption (but not much), let me know if I missed anything.

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18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

Fuck this.

Noah was playing a dangerous fucking game and you were just about ready to grab him by the hair and drag him out of the damn club in front of everyone, or maybe scream in his fucking face.

It was the end of tour and of course you were celebrating at some fancy club, it was tradition. The issue? Well Noah had some blonde bombshell in his lap that had basically pounced on him the moment you walked in.

Sure, you weren’t dating, ew, why would you want to date Noah? He’s a piece of shit. But you couldn’t contain the anger boiling inside your blood at the sight. Her hands were all over him, making the same journey that yours did in the venue shower after the last show and the thought made you want to vomit.

Fucking asshole.

”Everything okay, Y/N? You’ve hardly touched your drink.” Jolly slid onto the barstool next to you, beer in hand.

Dragging your eyes away from the torturous scene in front of you, you smiled half heartedly, taking a sip of your vodka soda. “Yeah, just tired.”

When your eyes dropped back to Noah, Jolly’s followed and he rolled his eyes knowingly. Of course he knew about the little cat and mouse chase situationship you had with Noah, everyone did by that point except your brother (but he was oblivious to most things). No matter how much you pretended to hate each other, they could practically taste the sexual tension in the air whenever you were in the same room and the fact that they could never find you both just sealed it.

“How much are you betting that he takes her back to the hotel?” Jolly wanted to add salt to the wound, get under your skin to see if you’d actually do something other than pine after the guy.

Act cool. Act casual.

”Eh, I think she’s a bit too forward for his liking.” You finished your drink and stood from your seat.

Jolly watched you walk towards the bar, watching how your hips sway with each step and his eyes darted to Noah who was staring back at him with fiery eyes. Oh. Funny. Jolly smirked to himself. He had a plan and it could end with him receiving a broken nose.

Drinks were flowing and you were dancing with Laura, one of the lighting techs on the cramped dance floor, moving your hips to the loud R&B music. You were feeling less tense now you were away from the quiet area, away from Noah but you could still see him with the blonde out of the corner of your eye.

Your brother was smoking outside with Bryan and Matt. You had no idea where Nicholas was but you could see Jolly eyeing you from the bar and maybe it was the alcohol but there was something in his gaze that made you beckon him towards you.

Jolly’s huge hands were on your hips then, his head buried in your neck as you started to grind your ass against him, throwing your arms back around his neck. You were lost in the music and the heat from his body moving against yours, weightless on the middle of the dance floor. Until you heard the blonde yelp over the music.

”You. Outside, now!” Noah looked furious and your thighs pressed together with need. His face was flushed red, eyes so dark they may as well have been a black abyss. He looked almost demonic and god it was a gorgeous sight.

You looked around him at the blonde who looked utterly flabbergasted at his actions and smirked which Noah noticed, dragging you by the arm out of the busy club.

”What was that?” He had dragged you outside, around the corner where no one would be privy to the conversation.

You shrugged, clicking your tongue. “What was what, Noah? Can’t a girl have a little fun? Seems like you were quite content with blondie, huh?” You spat venomously.

He only caged you against the brick wall, looming over you and you could almost see the flames of rage dancing in his irises. “Don’t do that shit, Y/N.”

You pouted up at him sarcastically. “Oh no, did I upset you? Seems like double standards though doesn’t it? God forbid I dance with a friend while you’re practically making out with someone ten feet away.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not like we’re dating is it?”

You attempted to slide underneath his arm to walk away but he only pulled you back and pressed his body against yours, pulling your face to his with a tight grip. “You’re fucking insufferable.”

Before you could respond his lips were on yours, teeth clashing together as he kissed you hard, with so much ferocity that it made your head spin. His hands were gripping your hips so tight you would feel bruises in the morning and it felt like heaven. Gasping for air, you pulled away, only to whine when his teeth grazed over your throat.

”You’re mine,”

What did he say?

Your fingers gripped the hair at the base of his neck and pulled his head back, a sly smirk dancing across your lips.

”In what world am I yours?” You chuckle darkly.

“Every fucking one of them.” He growled, pressing his lips back to yours.

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It didn’t take long for an Uber to arrive and Noah was quick to tell the driver to step on the gas as his hand gripped your thigh possessively. You were back in your hotel room in no time, his body pressed against yours before you could even turn to lock the door.

You were on fire, face burning, thighs pressing together to gain some kind of friction, anything. His huge hands were all over you, fingers finding the hem of your dress to yank it over your head and you couldn’t get enough.

For weeks you had been sneaking around with him, finding yourself being dragged into bathrooms and broom closets after verbally berating each other, catching yourself sending pictures to him just to hear him groan from his bunk like a feral dog. You were obsessed with making him go insane for you, for your body but this felt different.

There was now something else in his touch, something so much more possessive and animalistic that it made your stomach lurch with need and an arousal like no other pool in your underwear, just begging to be quenched.

Fuck, was it feelings? Did you have feelings for Noah Fucking Sebastian? Surely not, right?

”Fuck me, you’re fucking stunning.” His words were gruff, his lips latching to your throat as his hands slid up waist, your stomach, everywhere, finally reaching your bra to slide the straps from your shoulders and pull it down.

His fingers found the hardened peaks on your chest, softly pinching them, pressing his forehead against yours to revel in the gasp that left your lips. His eyes were so dark, almost black, staring down at you with an unhinged lust that had you silently pleading with him to stop the fucking games and fuck you, please.

”Fuck, please.” With a soft moan, you rolled your head back against the wall,

He chuckled darkly. “You’re so fucking needy.”

Before you could retort, he was lifting you, wrapping your legs against his hips just to throw you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your pink thong to pull them down at a pace that was criminally slow.

“Look at you, so fucking wet for me.” His smirk was so cocky and if you weren’t so far gone, you might have used the leg he wasn’t pushing to your chest to kick him.

He settled between your thighs, eyes trained on your dripping cunt, running his tongue over his lips as though he was starving and you practically drooled at the sight, your hands reaching out to latch on to his hair, tugging at the roots.

His tongue darted out to drag a long stripe between your folds, humming in delight at taste before diving in, dark eyes locked onto your face to watch every reaction he was pulling from you. Your back arched off the bed and the moan that left your mouth was filthy, disgusting when his tongue flicked against your clit. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy, his arms pushing your legs up so he could eat you exactly how you needed and it didn’t take long for that burning fire to ignite in the depths of your stomach, legs shaking violently in his hold.

”Oh fuck, I’m gonna c-cum!” You yelped, hands gripping his hair tighter and the growl that escaped him vibrated against your clit, sending you over the edge with a scream.

He lapped at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, weakly dragging him up to your face to pull him into a filthy kiss, your tongue licking your own arousal from his mouth. Fuck he tasted so heavenly with you on his lips.

His hands fumbled with his belt as he feverishly kissed you and before you could even catch your breath, he was pushing into you, groaning against your mouth.

”Fuck…” he whined, pressing his forehead against yours to give you a second to adjust. “I can’t get enough of this pussy.”

His hips snapped forward, burying himself so deep inside you that any thoughts in your brain were wiped. His hand slid up to your throat, gripping the sides just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head and he smirked, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

”You take my cock so well.” You whimpered at his words, revelling in how full he made you feel. “It’s like you were made for me.”

”It’s all yours.” God, you really were his, only his, no one could ever make you feel how he did and it was infuriating.

”That’s right, you’re mine.” He gritted, sharply snapping his hips into you, fucking you so deeply you thought you might pass out from the pleasure.

Your walls clenched around him, that warm feeling building up again, tightness pooling in your stomach.

”Are you gonna cum again, greedy girl?” He cooed, earning a brain dead whine from you.

His hand slipped between your bodies and his thumb pressed against your clit, cock hitting you so perfectly against that spot inside you that had you falling apart around him.

The noise that left your mouth as you came violently around his cock could only be described as banshee scream. Fireworks were bursting behind your closed eyes, your back arched so far off the bed, you were sure you looked possessed and god it felt so good.

”Good fucking girl.” Noah pulled you to him, kissing you deeply, tongue dancing with yours. With a whimper against your lips, he pulled out, emptying himself on your stomach.

You couldn’t move. You were so fucked out when he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet flannel to clean up your messes. The room was silent when he lay next to you, tracing circles on your stomach.

”Noah, what is this?” You sighed after a while, heart pounding in your chest.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with soft eyes.

You couldn’t deny it any longer, all those weeks of messing around had changed something in you. All of the hatred had turned into something else, something that tugged at your heart and made your head spin. You fixed your gaze on the ceiling, bracing yourself for the let down.

”I already told you, you’re mine.” He laughed lightly and your eyes snapped to him. “And I think I’m yours. We’re past the point of hiding it.”

”Really?” You gulped. Was he admitting that he wanted you the same way?

”Yes, Y/N. I think I was yours a long time ago.”

You grinned, reaching out to push his messy hair from his forehead. “Mine.”

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“Come on, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” Matt rushed around the lobby while everyone else dawdled along, hungover and exhausted from the previous night.

You picked your bag up from the floor, following him out to the bus that was waiting. You hadn’t seen your brother yet which was weird, you guessed that he was still getting his stuff together in his hotel room. When you stepped onto the bus, there you saw him, staring at you with fiery eyes.

“Everything okay, Nick?” You raised an eyebrow, placing your bag next to him on the couch.

His jaw ticked and his eyes darted to the door, watching Noah enter.

”Noah, when were you going to tell me that you’re fucking my sister?”

[rprise]

title: moonlight | n.s

pairing: reader x noah

story type: one shot

word count: 1380

tags: friends that are dating now, sensual touch and massage, kissing, she's tired and noah takes care of her that's basically it.

a.n: this is my first time posting my writings. i hope you like it.

When I pushed open the door to my room, I didn’t expect to find Noah there, stretched out on my bed like he had every right to be. His tall frame seemed to dominate the space, his tattooed arms relaxed over the sheets. The blinds were half-drawn, allowing the moonlight to spill through and cast a silvery glow across the bed, highlighting the intricate patterns of ink that traced up his arms—stories of places and people that seemed almost alive in the soft light.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual as I dropped my bag on the floor. Noah’s sudden presence didn’t faze me; it was more of a comfortable surprise. He had a way of showing up when you least expected it, and somehow, it always felt like exactly what you needed.

He looked up at me with that trademark soft smile of his, holding the massager I’d bought earlier. “Found this on your nightstand. Didn’t know you were into self-care now.”

I laughed, though it was more of a weary exhale. “Yeah, well, my back’s been killing me. Sitting all day writing papers is not kind to me.”

Noah sat up, his broad shoulders shifting as he moved, the moonlight catching on his tattoos in a way that made them almost shimmer. He looked at me with genuine concern in his eyes. “You look really tired. I don't like seeing you like this. Come, sit here. I want to help.”

There was a sincerity in his voice that made my heart flutter. I was too exhausted to argue, and the idea of letting him help me or take care of me felt more like a relief than a complication. I knew where this could lead, but right now, I didn’t have the energy to care. I just wanted to unwind and let go.

“Alright,” I said, settling on the edge of the bed. “But let’s not make this weird.”

Noah chuckled softly, moving behind me with a reassuring ease. The bed dipped under his weight, and I could already feel the warmth of him before his hands even touched me. The massager clicked on with a low hum, and as he guided it across my back, I felt the first waves of relaxation start to spread through me.

His hands were big and warm, each touch sending a soothing heat through my muscles. They moved carefully, deliberately, following the lines of tension with a gentleness that was both surprising and deeply comforting. He worked the device over my back, his fingers brushing against the sides of my neck and down my arms. The sensation was almost too much to process, each touch leaving a trail of warmth that made me sigh in relief.

“You’re really good at this,” I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper as I leaned into his touch.

Noah’s hands paused momentarily, and I felt his breath against my neck. “I have told you I can be gentle before,” he said softly. “Abd sometimes, I just want to make you feel better.”

His touch was slow and deliberate, but it became clear that he was not just focusing on the massager anymore. His fingers traced light patterns over my skin, each touch sending shivers down my spine. The room seemed to shrink around us, the moonlight casting an intimate glow over the bed as if it was all part of the atmosphere we were creating.

He set the massager aside and let his hands explore more freely. His fingers lightly grazed the bare skin of my shoulders, moving with a tenderness that was almost reverent. I could feel the warmth of his palms pressing gently against my back, the sensation a soothing contrast to the coolness of the night air.

As he worked his way down my spine, his touch became even more intimate. He leaned in close, his lips brushing softly against the back of my neck. The warmth of his breath was almost as comforting as his touch. “Just relax,” he whispered, his voice a soothing murmur that made my heart race.

I did my best to comply, letting my body go limp as I sank into the comfort of his touch. Noah’s hands were warm and steady, his fingers tracing gentle paths across my skin. His lips followed, leaving small, tender kisses along my shoulders and down my back. Each kiss was a soft caress, a promise of care and affection that sent waves of sensation through me.

The intimacy of his touches was both thrilling and comforting. I could feel the heat of his body close to mine, his warm presence enveloping me. His kisses were light but insistent, moving from my shoulders to the small of my back, leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to melt away all my tension. I could hardly believe how good it felt, each kiss a small reminder of the closeness between us.

“Noah…” I whispered, my voice breaking as the heat and tenderness became almost overwhelming.

His hands paused, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine in the dim light. “I’m here,” he said softly. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

I nodded, unable to find the words as I felt the intensity between us build. His hands returned to their soothing path, his touches becoming more deliberate. He traced the curves of my back, his fingers lingering over sensitive spots, and his kisses became more passionate, each one a gentle promise of something more.

As the night deepened, the room was filled with the soft sounds of our breaths and the gentle hum of our closeness. The moonlight on the bedsheets seemed to cast a spell over us, creating a space where nothing existed outside of the warmth and intimacy we shared. Noah’s touches, his kisses, and his soothing voice created a cocoon around us, making it clear that this moment was just about us—about finding comfort and connection in the quiet of the night.

In that stillness, I let myself fall into the sensation, my body responding to the warmth of his hands and the tenderness of his kisses and how there was no rush in his movements. The exhaustion that had weighed me down all day seemed to dissolve, replaced by the gentle, insistent heat of Noah’s presence. And as his kisses continued to travel over my skin, I knew that this was something I wanted to get used to; this deeper connection, the intimacy that we both needed.

And so, in the soft glow of the moonlight, with Noah’s warm touches and gentle kisses guiding me, I let myself be enveloped in the comfort of the night, letting go of everything except the closeness we shared.

[bad-omens-blog]

Dad's Day Out -- Dad! Noah Sebastian

Warnings: All the cute, fluffy feelings. Concert interruptions, but in the cutest way possible.

Summary: Noah's wife cannot take their daughter for the day, so it was bring your daughter to work day. Girl Dad Noah for the win, even if he's dressed all in black.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Noah barely had three seconds to open his eyes before his daughter jumped on him, knocking the air from his lungs, "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Fuck. . ." He gasped, rasping out, "Morning baby." He blinked awake to see the same brown eyes as his, "Sleep good?"

"Bestest." She nodded, "Pancakes for breakfast?"

Noah squinted at the clock. 8 am. Right on time for his little girl, "Yeah. Dad needs coffee anyway." He rolled out of bed, noting his daughter's pink strawberry-printed pajamas.

She ran ahead of him, knocking loudly at Jolly's door, "Wake up, Uncle Jolly! Wake up! The sun is awake!"

Noah met Jesse in the kitchen, who looked like hell froze over, "She got to you first?" Noah snorted, pouring a cup of coffee.

"No one should radiate that level of joy at eight in the morning, yet your child somehow pulls it off effortlessly..." He cradled Noah's face in his hands, his voice low and almost fierce as he continued, "Every single day, without fail. She’s fortunate to have that adorable face to back her up."

“I got Uncle Jolly up!” Scarlett declared triumphantly as they descended the staircase, the man effortlessly carrying her in his sturdy arms. His hair resembled a disheveled bird’s nest, wild and untamed, and Scarlett, ever the perfectionist, diligently attempted to smooth it down with her tiny hands. Scarlet Marie Davis was undoubtedly her mother’s daughter—exuding an air of entitlement and an unyielding desire for everything to be just right, all while basking in the lavish spoiling that came her way.

She was spoiled because Noah spoiled her. That was it. Noah smiled as he popped the frozen pancakes into the toaster. The four-year-old was his pride and joy.

"When I say I want a cute girl to wake me up, that's not what I meant," Jolly muttered as he sat at the bar stool; Scarlet was still trying to fix his hair but gave up with a huff.

"Alright, little miss." Noah's fake military voice made her look at him, "What are we wearing today?"

"My pink fluffy dress, Mommy, got me."

Noah hung his head in defeat. He had to dress her in white patent leather flats with lace socks and do her hair. Noah hummed, "Are we sure about this?"

Scarlet nodded, looking at him like he was crazy. Of course, she wanted to wear the pinkest, frilliest dress she owned to a rock show with Dad. "Mommy laid it out for me!"

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Clad in sleek black attire that contrasted sharply with the vibrant surroundings, Noah carried Scarlet in his arms. She twinkled like a gem in her delicate pink dress, which billowed softly around her as they made their way to the venue.

"Oh my god! Look at you, prettiest girl in the world wide world!" Nick yelled as soon as he saw Scarlet.

Scarlet smiled, "Daddy even let me wear Mommy's perfume."

Nick excitedly ran up to her, burying his nose in her neck like an overly eager puppy, "You do! You smell so pretty." Nick snatched the giggling girl from Noah's arms.

"Do not get her dirty," Noah warned him. Nick gave him a look that said, No, Duh. Noah pointed at him, "I fucking mean it."

Noah went to Matt and grabbed his mic and earpiece. He was talking over the set when Scarlet found him again, saying, "Hey, baby."

"Daddy, lots of people here!" she said, her wide brown eyes clinging to his leg. "They here for you?"

"For me and your uncles." Noah told her, kneeling to her height, "How about you come out with me for V.A.N?" Matt started to say something, but Noah waved him off.

Scarlet nodded excitedly since that was her favorite song, and she loved to watch Poppy on stage.

#

Noah was hot and sweaty when he donned the famous ski mask.

"I would like your help in extending a warm welcome to a very special friend," Poppy announced to the assembled crowd, her voice filled with excitement. "We need to be exceptionally quiet so we don’t startle them." The anticipation in the air was palpable as everyone leaned in closer, eager to join in this enchanting greeting.

Fortunately, this unexpected delay offered Noah a precious opportunity to help Scarlet acclimate to the spotlight. "You'll be sitting on my lap the entire time," he reassured her, a comforting smile on his face. He gestured towards the drum set in the center of the stage, its glossy surface shining under the stage lights. "Look over there—Uncle Nick will be playing. And you'll get to see Uncle Jolly and Nik-Nik, too." As he spoke, he could see the curiosity spark in Scarlet's eyes, and he knew that soon she'd feel right at home in this vibrant world of music.

"Can I bring bun-bun?" She clutched her stuffed bunny to her chest.

"Yeah! Bun Bun wants to see it, too!" Noah smiled, "Ready? I'll even let you do your favorite part."

"Promise?" She asked, suddenly excited.

"I promise, sweetheart. Ready?" She nodded, and Noah scooped her up in his arms. He handed her his sunglasses for the lights.

"Stinky Daddy." She wrinkled her nose, making Noah laugh. He settled down next to the drumset with Scarlet securely in his lap. Then the song started.

The crowd erupted in wild cheers and ecstatic shouts as they caught sight of Scarlet perched playfully on his lap, her vibrancy adding to the electric atmosphere. His arm wrapped protectively around her waist, creating a sense of safety as he effortlessly provided backup for Poppy. Poppy waved to Scarlet excitedly.

Noah observed as Scarlet inhaled deeply, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the moment she cherished most. With a gentle smile, he raised the microphone towards her, positioning it perfectly to capture the excitement in her voice. The air was thick with the expectation of a wildly known part of the song.

"Picture perfect image, more powerful every minute, baby. I am everything that you're not."

"ROOOR!" Scarlet growled, and the crowd went into a frenzy.

As the song's driving beat surged and the heavier lyrics kicked in, Noah gracefully slid from the high rise, his movements fluid and confident. He deftly balanced Scarlet on his hip, her laughter mingling with the rhythm as he twirled her around. With a joyful smile, he joined Poppy in a lively dance, their bodies moving in sync with the pulsating melody as they sang together with abandon.

Everything had gone splendidly, and Scarlet soaked in the thrill of her performance. As she made her way backstage, her excitement bubbled over, and she let out a jubilant scream that resonated louder than her fiercest growl, "MOMMY!" The sound echoed off the walls, filled with the warmth of her joy and the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

His stunningly beautiful wife stood nearby, conversing with Matt, whose expression suggested he was being gently reprimanded. The light from the stage cast a warm glow on her features, highlighting her frown. Her gaze fell on her daughter as she turned, and her face instantly brightened. "Hello, sweetheart!" she called out, her voice infused with warmth and affection.

"Did you see me? Did you see it? I'm a rockstar like Daddy!"

"I did see! You did so good! I am so proud of you."

Noah stepped back, his heart pounding as he surveyed the scene before him. The vibrant flicker of party lights cast an array of colors across the room, but the look in his wife's eyes truly grabbed his attention. A mixture of amusement and mischief danced within them, sending a chill of realization down his spine. He gulped, fully aware that he was in deep trouble. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she recalled the night's antics, and he braced himself for the inevitable. "She had fun!" he said, a mix of dread and admiration swirling in his chest as he prepared to face the consequences of their wild evening.

"And you are so incredibly fortunate that I love you," his wife murmured softly, her voice laced with affection as she pressed her lips against his with warmth and tenderness.

[thatchickwiththecamera]

Two Pink Lines

This is from a request sent to me by @lma1986

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Female Reader

TW: Pregnancy difficulties, implied past loss.

The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the window of the bedroom where she sat waiting for the timer to finish counting down. For the past few weeks, she had been riding an emotional rollercoaster. Fear and anxiety mixed together with joy and excitement. Today, though, she felt something she hadn't dared to let herself feel for a long time: Hope. 

The timer on her phone sounded and she looked at the tiny white stick lying on the table, a wave of disbelief washing over her. It was actually real. After years of trying and countless disappointments, it was right there. Two pink lines. Her heart raced as she imagined the little life growing inside her. 

She was able to get an appointment with her OB/GYN a few days later and Dr. Matthews confirmed that she was in fact pregnant. She estimated her to be about 10 weeks along and calculated a due date for the middle of October.

Y/N stared in awe at the screen of the ultrasound machine as the tech pointed out the little bean that was her baby. Hot tears sprang from her eyes as the rapid tempo of the heartbeat filled the silent room. 

With a flutter of excitement, she picked up her phone and texted Bryan, the band’s media director. He was one of the few she trusted with this secret.

Hey, Bryan! I need your help with something! Can I call you?

Minutes later, her phone buzzed.

Absolutely!

Nerves ate at her as she listened to the phone ring.

“Hey, what’s up?” He answered. 

“Are you around any of the guys?” She asked. 

“Noooo, I’m on the bus editing, everyone else is in the venue for soundcheck.” He replied. “Why?”

“Okay. You can’t tell anyone, but I took a test earlier this week and went to the doctor today to confirm.” she explained, excitement filtering through “and well…I’m currently 10 weeks pregnant!”

“WHAT?!” He yelled, before clearing his throat with a cough and continuing with a lower volume of voice. “Holy shit! Congratulations!” 

“Thank You, Bry! I want to surprise Noah with the news and I need your help” She asked. 

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Bryan replied.

“I have the perfect idea!” 

Y/N and Bryan eventually had to loop Matt and Alana in on the plan as well. They needed them both in order to finalize all the logistics of getting Y/N to the east coast and sneaking her into the venue for the surprise. But they also needed their help to actually pull of the surprise without anyone else noticing. 

The night of the show arrived, the venue was alive with energy and anticipation. She hid backstage in one of the green rooms, heart racing as she watched Noah on stage through the venue's monitor system. She watched him put his heart and soul into performing, the music wrapping around him like a second skin. It was moments like this that made her fall in love with him all over again.

One by one they ticked songs off the set list. Alana quickly and quietly retrieved Y/N from the room and ushered her to a hiding spot back behind the stage risers. 

The final notes of Dethrone rang out and the crowd went crazy as the stage lights came back on for the boys to do their bows. As the boys walked back out to center stage, the lights dimmed again. 

Instead of the regular montage set to a Matchbox Twenty song, a montage of her and Noah’s life together popped up on the giant screen. Noah watched in confusion as the video Bryan made played set to the song they used for the first dance. 

Noah stared at the screen, the smile on his face growing wider with each clip. Y/N took this moment of distraction to quietly slip out onto the stage and stand behind him. 

Bryan had edited together clips from their wedding video, candid videos from when they were dating, and behind the scenes clips of the two on music video sets and backstage over the years. The video ended on the “Now Loading” screen the boys usually use to tease their fans. 

The lights came back up and the crowd erupted into cheers as they recognized who stood behind the singer.

Noah turned around to find his wife standing in front of him with a onesie that said “BABY OMENS” in the same font as the band’s logo. 

Noah’s face, a mix of shock and elation transformed into sheer joy. Nick, Jolly, and Folio jumped and hollered with excitement as they realized what was happening. 

Noah rushed toward his wife and scooped her up into his arms and spun her around a few times before finally setting her back down. 

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely barely audible over the sound of the crowd as he held her face in his hands.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she nodded, laughter and joy mingling in her chest. 

“I’m serious!”

Bryan captured every moment—their embrace, the sparkle in Noah’s eyes, the overwhelming wave of love that surrounded them. In that instant, time felt suspended, and the world faded away, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble of happiness.

“I can’t believe it!” Noah said, pulling back to look into her eyes. “We’re going to be parents!” 

The crowd continued to cheer.

As Noah leaned down to kiss her, Bryan captured the moment, the camera clicking away, freezing the pure joy radiating from the couple.

The kiss lingered, sweet and tender, before Noah pulled back, still holding her gaze.

“This is the best surprise ever. I’m so proud of you. You’ve been so strong through all of this.”

Y/N felt the weight of his words settle warmly in her heart. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve always believed in me, in us.”

Noah turned back to the audience, the light in his eyes bright. 

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” He yelled, raising Y/N’s hand in the air, showing the onesie. 

“We’re adding a new member to the Omens crew!”

The crowd erupted again, a sea of cheers and applause echoing off the venue walls. Y/N laughed, the sound clashing with the post show playlist that started playing through the venue. 

Y/N stood to the side as the band took their final bows before the house lights turned on and the fans began to shuffle out of the building. 

When he walked off stage, Noah wrapped her up in his arms once more. Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would navigate them together. The future was bright, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like anything was possible.

[saythatuwill]

something in the water (siren au fic)

now playing: hunter // paris paloma

warnings: none apply (if you think something should be tagged, let me know!)

pairing: noah sebastian x gn!reader

au: merfolk/sirens

word count: 2.5k

so, funny story... what i was trying to do was write a list format of the first meeting. but instead i ... sorta accidentally wrote the whole fic, just not as poetic as i normally would. so... SURPRISEEEEE!!!! enjoy!!

reblogs, comments, and likes ALWAYS appreciated!!

You've only lived by the beach for a few years, and it definitely has its perks and disadvantages. While it's great that you don't need to invest in a pool, the rain is your worst enemy due to flooding. At least the walks by the water kind of make up for it. Everyone in town keeps warning you about the same thing related to that beach since you moved in; never go there at night or risk being eaten by a siren.

You don't believe a word of it, you think it's bullshit actually. Sirens? What is this, some fairy tale? Or maybe Homer's Odyssey? Sirens do not exist. You've never seen one (which, in hindsight, is a good thing).

After a nasty breakup with your partner, you find yourself needing to get out of the house more. It's been hard to function, if you stay at home all day you're bound to isolate yourself. So, you start taking walks along the shoreline, which was first a one time thing. Then a once a week thing, and now you do it almost every night.

Tonight is the exact same. You leave your phone at home and go out there with a bag for seashells and a pocket knife for self defense- it's 11pm in the summertime after all.

But it's on this walk that by the rocks you see... something. From afar it's a weird black mass. Once you get closer though, you see what is absolutely a tail. The tail of a fucking orca. An ORCA washed up on the shore. At least, it looks like one.

Closer inspection tells you that it's definitely covered in a fishnet which shocks you; they make fish nets big enough for killer whales? Who do you call about that? 911? Animal control?

You take two steps closer, then you see something different. You're looking at the back of a man, no, you're looking at the entire upper body of an adult man. You can't entirely process what you're looking at until it hisses at you. You jump out of your skin one second, the next you find yourself on your ass.

Only then does it dawn on you that you are looking back at a siren. It's growling and hissing at you, pupils narrowed into thin slits. Blood trickles down its skin, even its face. A monster. You're certain that any second now, the song will begin and you will be dinner. Only the ocean and this siren will know where you went. You're paralyzed in fear, and you realize you have no other option. So you close your eyes. And wait.

And wait.

...And— okay, this is weird. You're still alive, but how? You open your eyes, and find it still glaring at you. Only then do you remember the situation at hand. It's stuck in a fish net.

HA! You think triumphantly. The predator becomes the prey!

That should've been your cue to up and leave and let it die, but you can't stop looking at it. The longer you do, the more you notice the actual look in its eyes. It wasn't hissing at you because it wanted to attack you, it's hissing because it thinks you're going to attack it. It's trying to defend itself. It's shaking in fear of you.

You feel the guilt heavy in your chest. Poor thing, stuck here in that net. If the next tide change is low, it's bound to dry up and die on the sand by tomorrow. Sounds like a terrible way to die, honestly. You wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

While a siren would never help you, let alone spare your life, you're willing to help a siren, just this once.

You go for the net first, thinking you could rip it open with your bare hands. Only to wince when it cuts up your skin, drawing blood. The siren is getting a little frightened over you being so close to it. It's making a sound deep in its throat, a growl. You've heard it in cats before, when they're threatened and are about to pounce.

Finally, you remember the pocket knife! Thank GOD you brought it with you!

"Hey, do you mind if I use my knife real quick?" Silence. "I need to use the knife to cut open the net." Silence. "Are you ignoring me?" Nothing.

Wait... do sirens even speak English? You're kind of letting The Little Mermaid pave your way through this situation, but the siren's looking at you like you have three heads. It's definitely not ignoring you, it just doesn't understand what you're saying. But what language would merfolk speak? Do they speak?

You decide to push forward regardless, you're not leaving it to die. This only scares the siren further, thrashing and shaking around, but you manage to cut the net open, leaving the creature relatively unscathed minus a few minor cuts. It takes a minute before it realizes this. Carefully, it wiggles out of the net, and looks at you. Examines you.

Then it's making sounds, though still not a siren song like you'd expected. More like a language of some kind. Trilling sounds, clicks, purrs, all of which you don't understand. It's your turn to be confused.

Should you even be calling it an "it"? It looks like a man. Is it frowned upon to humanize deadly creatures? It's not like a siren actually understands human language or empathy for that matter—

"Name?" His voice is rough, raspy from disuse. No doubt a man's voice, sounds like any other guy you'd interact with on the street. You look at him funny, and he repeats himself. "Name? Name?"

You blurt your name out, and immediately curse yourself out for it. No way in hell it's a good call to tell a siren your name. However, he's looking at you expectantly, waiting for something. Slowly, you repeat yourself again. And again. He's staring at your lips, his mouth opening and closing as he memorizes how to say it. He repeats it back to you. It's almost a conversation.

"What about you?" You ask. He tilts his head, which would be adorable if this wasn't an apex predator. You attempt to ask again, but still to no avail. He must only understand a few words, perhaps you need to be more basic with it. Talk to him like a toddler.

"Name. You?" You sound absolutely ridiculous, but there's recognition in his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, the pupils seem to be getting larger as his guard lowers. They're really pretty, actually.

"No..." He responds, and you're prepared to shrug it off.

"Oh, that's okay—"

"...ah."

"Huh?"

"No. Nn...nnooooo....ah. Nooooah. Noah." Oh! So he does have a name. Noah. It really suits him.

"Noah." You repeat back to him, and his eyes light up. He nods. It's only then that you realize he is... not looking you in the eyes. He's looking further down. At your... chest? Is he staring at your chest? Seriously?

"No. Bad— what're you doing?" You begin to scold him, but he's reaching his claws out to you, and you stiffen. Is he about to claw your throat out? Strangle you?

You feel a rough tug at your neck. That's when you realize what the fucker is trying to do. He's trying to steal your necklace, the one your ex gave you. Sure, you two had a horrible break up but in no way are you ready to get rid of it!

You swat at his hand until he pulls it back, growling at you. What a brat, he really is like a toddler, throwing a tantrum because he's not getting what he wants.

"Mine." You point at your necklace. "Mine. Me. (name)." He sighs at you, the sound dramatic, like this is personally inconveniencing him. You definitely don't have to guess whether or not he understands.

You end up sticking around for a while after, something you never thought you'd do with a siren. He's learned a few words from you, not so much when to use them but it's an effort.

"What happened?" You ask him, looking down at the fishnet prison he'd been stuck in. You pick it up to show him. "Noah. What?"

This conversation has not become any less weird.

"Noah." He echoes, looking over his shoulder. "There. Hmm... there." Suddenly, he's playing charades with you. He turns around and points at the deeper sea, and does an impression of a fisherman on a boat. It makes you laugh, and if you had seen that quick smile on his lips, you would've known he played it up on purpose.

You fill in the blanks; he was likely swimming underneath a boat and got stuck in the net they'd set up for smaller fish. The fishermen likely got so scared they let him go, but obviously didn't cut him out of the net.

You frown (albeit a bit more exaggerated so it's visible) and Noah nods, pleased that you understand. It's a broken conversation full of charades and minimal words, but the longer you sit there with him on the rocks, the more it's really dawning on you. You are here, alone, with a siren, and he hasn't tried to eat you, or drown you, or anything.

What an odd creature.

About two hours in, you finally come to your senses. You should really get home, what if other sirens show up? What if he randomly changes his mind and kills you? Best to go while you still can.

"Noah." He looks at you. "Me," you point behind you at the sand, at the houses and passing cars, "me. Bye. Bye."

There's a look in his eyes for a moment, sadness? No, maybe you were just seeing things. With the way tonight has been, you wouldn't be shocked.

The next thing you know, Noah reaches out for you again with both hands. You tense up and nearly flinch away out of your own wariness, but it turns out all he wanted to do was hug you.

Wait. He's hugging you? You can feel the vibration of his purrs as his hands gingerly touch along your back, your shoulder blades, the back of your neck, as if he's trying to memorize you. You're not sure why he's doing this, but you assume it's some sort of merfolk custom. Maybe it's his way of saying thank you. You slowly return the hug, and his purrs get louder.

When you part from him, you do so with a smile, stepping further and further away, waving at him. He returns the smile, but doesn't mirror the waving.

You almost feel disappointed when you realize you'll likely never see him again. Or if you do, there's no way he'll be as friendly as he is now. You hardly understand why he's being friendly in the first place.

You're almost completely off the beach when you realize your neck feels lighter. You reach to touch your neck, and the absence of your necklace makes you jump.

"What?" You speak to yourself, searching for at least the chain, but it's gone. You were certain it was there, because Noah was— Noah.

"That bastard!" You turn around on your heel, prepared to march right back over when you spot him. He's holding up the necklace with his clawed fingers and laughing at you. So that was why he'd hugged you. To take the necklace straight off your fucking neck!

He swims around in circles like some sort of prideful dance. He's not just laughing at you, he's gloating over how he tricked you. He gives you a sharp-toothed grin, laughing some more before finally waving at you. A no way in hell you're getting this back kind of wave.

You groan, shaking your head and stalking out of the beach, turning the corner onto the streets. You feel naked without the necklace, yet you had to admit... you felt mentally lighter without it too. You'd refused to sell it, or even give back to your ex when shit hit the fan. You hadn't been getting over them in the slightest with it on, and now that it's gone...

Once you arrive home, you trudge up the stairs to your bedroom. For the first time in weeks, you open up the shades to your big window that overlooks the ocean. You stare out at the waves, wondering if you could still see Noah from out here. But to your... disappointment? You don't see the black scales glimmering in the moonlight, or his big black and white orca tail.

Going to sleep that night feels like a strange new beginning, and another feeling sets in your chest as you doze off. A feeling that you were absolutely going to see Noah again.

"What's gotten into you?" Jolly clicks at Noah, eyebrow raised as his best friend swims about with a newfound excitement.

"I met a human." Noah clicks back, holding up the necklace he'd stolen from you and shaking it.

"Met? You don't mean, 'ate'?" Jolly swims closer to inspect the necklace, but Noah hisses and moves back before he can touch it.

"Mine!" It slips out in English, and it makes the both of them stop.

"You... met a human." After a moment, the older siren speaks. "What is the matter with you?"

"You don't understand!" Noah clicks and growls, "they saved me. Out of a net. Used a sharp thing to cut it open."

"...Why?""

"I don't know either. I tried to ask them. They didn't respond." Noah frowns at the memory. The way he'd been trying to ask 'why did you help me? Don't you know I kill things like you?' The confusion in your eyes, the furrow in your brow.

"Humans speak English. Or other human languages. They don't know ours." Jolly explains, "the language you just spoke is English."

"English... no wonder it sounds so strange."

"Humans would probably say the same thing about ours." He chuckles, "it gets less strange once you learn it. I like to think I'm fluent in English now."

"Teach me."

"What?"

"English. I want to learn. I want to speak to them."

"Do you know how insane you sound? This is a human, our food! What makes you think they would want to interact with you ever again?"

"Well... the necklace is theirs." Noah shakes it again. "They'll come looking for me, I'm sure."

Jolly looks at Noah for a long moment, and just when he's sure that he's about to be scolded for wanting to learn English for a human...

"I won't do it for free."

"I'll let you have first pick at the next full moon. But not at that beach."

"Fine then. Tomorrow, meet me here. But this human better be worth it."

"Thank you, Jolly." Noah gives his friend a smile, which Jolly only rolls his eyes at.

"Just be careful, it's not usually recommended for us to play with our food." With that, he swims past the younger siren, giving him a look before disappearing.

If there's one thing Noah knows for certain, he will see you again. He has to.

[familiarscars]

Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 32

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

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Bitter, like the old coffee grounds left to sit for days at the bottom of a pot.

That was the expression staring back at you in the mirror.

As you absentmindedly combed the ends of your hair, moving with exaggerated slowness, you wondered—how did normal people deal with their mother’s death?

They cried until their bodies dried out, drowned themselves in depression, obsessively sifted through the past until it hollowed them out from the inside. They relived memories, tortured themselves with regrets, let longing consume them little by little.

But you?

You had none of that.

No good memories to cling to. No moments worth reliving. No guilt, no shadow of remorse, nothing positive to remember. Not a single tear shed for missing her. The only ones that had fallen since you left prison had been wrenched from you by physical pain—and maybe, just maybe, by relief.

Because a part of you believed that, along with her, some of your problems were being buried too.

She had held your instability in her hands for years. She had broken you. Tore your soul to pieces. Made you a puppet whose strings had finally been cut.

And if… you were free?

There was no way to know. You had never tasted it before.

You had never known what it was like to sleep in silence, without her voice poisoning your thoughts, repeating those cruel words like a twisted mantra, reminding you—over and over—that the curse wrapped around you would never leave.

Never.

And what if you were never free?

There were moments when you caught yourself reflecting on that, thinking over and over about “the day you would finally find rest.” But what if that day never came while you were alive? What if you never felt the lightness of a body unburdened, the quiet of a peaceful mind, the chance to live something that was truly yours? What if you never saw the talent everyone claimed you had, simply because you never had time to notice it? What if you never experienced love…

Noah.

What if you never freed yourself from the suffocating feeling of keeping someone trapped inside your own dome of thorns? What if you were never capable of loving him the way normal people loved? What if you never saved him from the sentence of existing at your side, waiting…

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting for a new beginning that might never come.

Finally, you and your mind, crowded with thoughts, left the bathroom. As you stepped through the doorway, you took a deep breath, facing the familiar scene.

This wasn’t your home, and that room wasn’t yours.

He had kept everything exactly the same since the time you called this place home. From the cozy scent to the meticulous organization, everything exuded his essence.

You smiled as your bare feet sank into the carpet you had once argued about keeping clean. And as you hugged your arms tightly across your chest, something twisted in your throat when your gaze landed on the bed you used to share—messy on only one side.

The side where you had slept.

He was everywhere, even though he wasn’t physically within those four walls.

Your feet carried you downstairs slowly, and with each step, the male presence at the kitchen counter came into view—sitting, eating cereal while watching a video on his phone.

You didn’t even need to reach the last step before he turned, as if he could smell you like an animal, no matter the distance.

Noah froze mid-bite, then smirked as he watched you approach.

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I made your coffee,” he said, nodding toward the cabinet.

“You brought me to your house.”

Your words came out quietly as your gaze swept across the kitchen and living room. You felt an absurd need to check if anything was different.

“Our house,” Noah corrected, tilting his head.

“Your house,” you repeated.

"Alright." He nodded reluctantly, resting his spoon on the edge of the porcelain bowl. "I just didn’t think it was a good idea to leave you alone. How are you feeling?"

"You don’t have to act like she was a good mother."

Your voice carried a sharp edge, one you couldn’t control when it felt stronger than you, slipping out of your grasp. You were too apathetic, too irritable for condolences over someone like her.

"That, I know." He shrugged, and you turned your back on Noah, walking to the overstuffed fridge.

Grabbing an energy drink, you snapped the tab open with your finger, feeling his disapproving stare—his silent distaste for you consuming that this early.

"You know how I feel about Crystal. We always fought because I wanted you to stay away from her, while you insisted on torturing yourself, tied to her. I always hated her because, in some way, I blamed her for… for us not being together anymore. But that doesn’t mean I wanted her dead."

"I wish I could say the same."

The truth was, you felt completely hollow inside, incapable of feeling anything at all. Maybe you just hadn’t processed what had happened yet, your brain stuck in limbo, suspended between awareness and denial, keeping you at arm’s length from reality.

His words made you lift your head slowly, meeting Noah’s gaze. His cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the house, and there was an unmistakable sadness in his eyes. His energy was as low as his voice, but still, he tried to offer comfort.

"You’ve always been stronger than me when it comes to feeling things. Tougher. Not just anything can shake you."

He spoke with difficulty, pressing his fingertips together like he was trying to keep something inside.

"I’m the last person you’d want to trust, and rightfully so. I don’t think I deserve that. But more than anything, I want to be someone you can lean on right now—just like you always were for me. Because this time, it’s you who needs it."

Setting the energy drink on the counter, you couldn’t stop him from touching your hand. Your eyes met, and his skin was warm. The slow breath escaping his nose felt heavy, like he was fighting a battle within himself.

"I’m trying. I’m trying so damn hard, little storm."

"Why do you still try?"

Your voice carried no resentment, no bitterness—just a genuine question that had haunted your chest for nine years. Why did he still hold on?

"Because that’s what people who love each other do." He took a deep breath. "They keep waiting. Waiting. Waiting."

A silence, without a single trace of awkwardness, settled in the air.

"I want you to stay here… I can crash at Ruffilo, but don’t insist on going back to that house!"

"It’s not fair to push you out of your own home, Noah…" You protested, slowly releasing his fingers.

"Come on, you, of all people, know that place is unlivable!" He insisted, exasperated. "You know it so well that when we’re in town, you barely even stay there! That place isn’t right for you when you have a real home!"

You rolled your eyes, but maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong.

When it came to comfort, that house had none. It was cold, messy, isolated from everything, surrounded by horrible memories, and had long stopped being a safe place. That was where you spent the worst months of your life while the band was away—a period stolen from your mind, a time you were still trying to piece together to make sense of it all.

You didn’t have the luxury of mourning in bed or processing any shred of grief. You needed to understand—urgently—one missing piece of your life.

"I need to go out for a bit, but I’ll see you later."

You announced, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as you rose onto your toes and swiftly grabbed the car keys from the counter.

"I can drive you…" He started innocently but slumped back into his chair, raising his hands in surrender when you shot him a look over your shoulder. "Okay, okay, sorry. You look really pretty today."

Rolling your eyes again, you turned away from him and shut the door behind you, heading toward the garage.

Resting your forehead against the steering wheel, you forced your mind to work at a pace faster than usual.

Like you told Jolly at the hotel, all the memories you had from that period were nothing more than fragmented scenes—blurred, unfinished, as if your brain had never fully processed them. They told you that’s how the mind of an addict worked, that it was your own fault for destroying yourself until your brain suffered the consequences. That was the most convenient argument they could have given.

Your fingers pressed into the sides of your head, as if that would somehow make it function better.

Seeing Dr. Klein’s name on Noah’s prescription bottle had triggered a chain reaction of questions in your head, tangled among the messy, fragmented cuts that resurfaced with the unlocked trigger.

And the biggest question of all was: why?

If you could find the answer to that, you’d be closer than ever to filling this empty gap.

And you knew exactly who could answer it.

Running your nails lightly across your palm, bouncing one leg in a slow yet anxious rhythm. You felt like you were about to face death row. There was no point in rehearsing the right words or the correct approach—it never suited you, not when you had always done what you felt needed to be done, without a script.

The amber glow of the bedside lamp cast a soft light over your body, revealing only part of your silhouette in the armchair. Your eyes never strayed from the door, while inside your chest, your heart felt like it was being shaken back and forth, as if a tractor were dragging it mercilessly. You listened intently to the muffled goodbyes and fading laughter dissolving into the air as he approached the entrance.

His shadow stretched across the floor before the key turned in the lock, and for a moment, your breath nearly faltered.

As soon as he stepped inside, he kicked his shoes down the hall and tossed his coat onto the table. It took him a few seconds to finally turn around—and when he did, he startled, his hand flying to his chest and his eyes widening upon noticing you there, seated in his living room, legs crossed, waiting.

"Hi, Landon." Your voice was cold.

"Angel…" He nearly laughed in awkward surprise, his posture loosening. "How… how did you get in?"

"Your maid isn’t a very trustworthy person when she believes anyone with strong persuasion skills. I spoke, she believed, and here I am." Your tongue traced the edge of your lips, and you shrugged, watching him nod slowly. "Seems like it’s easier to get inside some people’s heads than others."

Landon chuckled, dragging a chair to the center of the room before sitting down. He wasn’t an unattractive man, but at that moment, his presence stirred in you an almost visceral aversion. It was as if he belonged to a distorted version of reality—where his face was grotesque, his scent unbearably peculiar, and even the tone of his voice irritated you. Still, you swallowed hard.

"Well, I like this little visit…" He said, his tone laced with amusement. "You came at the perfect time, angel. Guess what just landed in my hands?"

The enthusiasm with which he referred to you made your eyebrow arch. It was obvious he was drunk; his speech carried a lazy, salacious edge. His eyes, pupils dilated and dark, gleamed beneath the damp strands of sweat-soaked hair falling over his forehead.

Landon leaned slightly forward, inching closer. You tensed as you saw him reach into his pocket. When he pulled his hand back out, he was holding a small transparent packet filled with tiny crystalline rocks. He smirked, shaking the package before your eyes, tapping the plastic twice with his index finger.

"Fresh off the market. Got it from my dad a few hours ago—brand new stuff, and he gave it to me to try…" Landon flicked his gaze between you and the drug. "I missed my little friend who’s always up for anything with me."

Your body reacted before your mind could even form a response. You turned your face away with a reluctant jolt and pushed yourself up from the armchair, pacing restlessly back and forth. He frowned, watching your hesitation with a puzzled expression. Even without understanding why you were there, he knew your weakness well—and he knew now was not the time for distractions.

"I’m trying to stay clean."

Your voice came out low, almost a whisper meant only for yourself. You had never really tried before. Never said those words out loud.

"What?" His response was coated in irony, followed by a short laugh. "What kind of stupid joke is that?"

"I’m not joking."

"There’s no way you’re serious, angel." He waved a dismissive hand through the air, as if brushing away the weight of your decision. "We used to have fun together. You were always crazier than me. This kind of shit made your eyes shine. Anything new excited you… Cut the nonsense. Since when did your sober life become so damn interesting?"

"When being too high started warping my sense of reality."

Your voice came out sharper than you realized, the words laced with an icy edge.

"When they started lying to confuse me and incriminate me against myself, using my addiction as their argument, Landon."

His smirk faltered for a brief moment, but it was quickly replaced by a bored look, as if your response was nothing more than a temporary inconvenience. He tilted his head to the side, analyzing you with that expression that had always made your skin crawl—a mix of disdain and feigned understanding.

"And what do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?" He let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his body back against the chair. "This all feels a bit dramatic, angel. You always knew what you were getting into, you knew that people who go overboard end up losing their minds in the long run."

"Why did you lie to me?"

Your voice came out rougher than expected, weighed down by a pressure in your chest, as if invisible hands were squeezing your heart, trying to stop it from beating.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Landon didn’t even flinch, his expression an impenetrable wall of cold indifference. But you felt your own body react to the question, the pressure in your chest intensifying, like sharp claws digging into your ribs. The air felt too dense to reach your lungs.

"You lied."

Your voice faltered before gaining strength.

"You said everything I was feeling was just in my head. That it was a side effect of the shit I was using. You watched me agonize, confused, not knowing what was happening to me. You watched me lie to other people without even realizing it, saw me get crushed by stories I couldn't even refute because I didn’t remember. And you stayed silent."

The words came in bursts, each one delivering a fresh blow to your own chest, as if you were tearing yourself apart just by speaking. The air burned as it passed through your throat.

"You had all the answers, Landon!"

Your tone rose, fury mixing with pain, with the knot tightening around your trachea.

"You knew I wasn’t losing my mind. But you kept forging that reality until I believed in it. Until I doubted myself! Until I let go and accepted a reality that wasn’t mine!"

Your head throbbed, the pressure in your chest growing, like something inside you was about to collapse. But Landon simply took a deep breath, raising his eyebrows, studying you with a gaze devoid of any guilt.

"Notice how your so-called perception of things around you only came back now that you claim to be clean?"

His voice carried a suggestive undertone.

"That proves I didn’t lie, angel. Your mind is so fucked up it keeps inventing scenarios all the time. And now you’re saying it’s my fault that you isolated yourself and tried to take your own life when I tried to help you!"

"STOP LYING!"

You screamed, clutching the sides of your head as tears streamed down your face.

The agony of revisiting that time corroded you from the inside out, like something was peeling your skin away, exposing every nerve raw. It wasn’t just physical pain—it was something deeper, something that ripped through your spirit, crushed your chest, and made your own body feel like a prison with no escape.

"You helped your father cover up my hospitalization… a hospitalization I never consented to."

Your voice trembled, but not from weakness—it was the contained fury spilling over.

"He needed to test how the band would function without me, and when the plan failed, he brought me back. And you… you helped him scramble my memories all over again."

The hazy flashes of that time were becoming more vivid as you demanded more of yourself. You ignored them, but he had repeated, over and over, that they were just side effects—and back then, you had no argument to contest him.

Landon sighed, rolling his eyes as if all of this was just unnecessary drama.

"What’s the point of bringing this up now, angel? I tried to help by hiding that part. No one likes knowing they were sent to rehab."

He shrugged, a cynical half-smile on his lips.

"I didn’t want you to feel even weaker."

Your stomach twisted, a wave of nausea rising in your throat.

"You had no right."

Your voice came out through gritted teeth, disoriented, suffocated by the crushing weight of the truth.

"It was for your own good and for the band’s as well… Wouldn’t have looked good if people found out where you really were during the tour absence. Cheating doesn’t affect contracts, but the lead singer being admitted to rehab? That sure as hell does."

His words landed like a final verdict, but there was nothing comforting about them—only the echo of everything they had stolen from you.

"You violated my body by throwing me into that filthy place!"

Your voice tore through the air, thick with desperation and hatred.

Your chest heaved with quick, ragged breaths, and your fingers dug into your scalp, as if trying to contain the explosion of pain expanding inside you.

"You wrecked my body even more! Left me more addicted than when I went in! You have no idea the dirty, forgotten holes I ended up in… You crushed my mind until I didn’t even know who I was anymore!"

Landon averted his gaze but made no move to respond.

"You pinned all the blame on me, as if I had chosen any of this!"

Your breath became a dry sob.

"You destroyed my relationship…"

Your voice wavered but quickly regained its strength, now filled with resentment.

"You destroyed the man I love!"

The scream cut through the room like thunder, reverberating against the walls and inside his chest.

"Of all the cowardly things you could have done, dragging him into it was by far the worst!"

There was an accusation in every syllable, a weight even Landon, in his usual cynicism, couldn't ignore. He swallowed hard, but you didn’t care. He could feel guilty, he could try to justify himself—nothing, nothing would change what they had done.

"Your father almost did the same thing to Noah now…"

Your voice broke through your sobs.

"As if we were just two dolls he takes pleasure in emotionally torturing."

The silence that followed your outburst was deafening. Landon stared at you, his eyes burning, but you didn’t look away. Your chest ached, compressed by pain and fury that had no escape.

"When he went back on the commitment and decided to pull you out of there before the band returned, he wanted to pretend none of it had happened," Landon continued, as if justifying the unjustifiable. "It wasn’t hard… you were always high, as you know. He told the doctor to increase your doses before releasing you, so it would take longer to leave your system… the rest was just about being convincing."

Your fists clenched. A bitter taste rose in your throat.

"You took me from my home." Your voice came out shaky, but charged with indignation. "I would never leave my home!"

"I did you a favor by helping you!" he shot back, throwing the words as if they were a gift. "Your relationship with Noah was already falling apart, you two fought like cats and dogs. He hated who you were, but I didn’t! I always accepted you just the way you were! We spent way more time together than you ever did with him! You yourself said he was boring, especially after he started not being able to stand you!"

You let out a cold, humorless laugh.

"Stop acting like I lived the best moments of my life by your side." Your gaze burned. "Stop acting like you're anything more than what you really are: a bastard who even to have my friendship had to keep me drugged, because you know you're despicable."

Landon scoffed, stepping forward, his face twisted in anger.

"DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"

"Or what?" You lifted your chin, disdain sharp in your voice. "Are you going to commit me again? Keep lying to me to feed your rotten ego? You go along with your father because you resent your biggest competitor. Gerard is a criminal, he’s disgusting… but you are just as filthy as he is."

Landon was breathing heavily, his fingers trembling. You could feel the tension pulsing in the air, but you didn’t back down.

"And you know what’s worse?" Your voice lowered, but the wound throbbed in your words. "This is going to be your life, Landon. You will never have a woman who loves you and protects you with everything she has. You will never have a friendship that truly cares about you. You will never have genuine success, the kind that comes from your own talent and not your father’s name."

You tilted your head slightly, piercing him with your eyes.

"You will always be a nobody, even in the eyes of your father, who only sees you as just another employee."

Your voice dropped to a near whisper, almost smug, as you leaned in to deliver one last message slowly.

"I will make you pay for every drop of suffering you put me through these last few months. I will make you regret every ounce of siding with him… I will make you want to die."

Landon’s eyes gleamed with something dark, the barely contained rage pulsing beneath his carefully maintained mask of calm. He tilted his head slightly, like a predator assessing its prey.

"Careful with your words, angel…" His voice dipped into a low, almost whispered threat.

You felt the weight of that warning, but you didn’t waver. Your chest still burned, compressed by the rage and sorrow that had boiled for years. He could try to intimidate you, but it was far too late for that.

"Your father already tried to break me once, thinking I was a threat, darling." You stepped forward, your breath steady. "I’ve been a survivor since the day I was born. For someone like you to even remotely scare me, you’d have to be born again."

Landon remained still for a moment, but his clenched fists trembled. You saw the mask slip for just a second—a second of frustration, of hatred, of something he would never admit out loud.

But you already knew.

He would never have what he wanted. And you would never be broken by them again.

Now, you would take your life back.

⭑ @bloody-spades ; @iluvmewwwww75 ; @anarchydomainglory ; @foliosgirl ; @lacy1986 ; @chey-h ; @supersquirrel1996 ; @zozaline​ ; @just-randomm-stuff ; @do-it-jakey-baby

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

scariness & comfort of feeling (noah sebastian x reader one shot)

For everyone who goes through rough times rn, with also extra smily Noah. <3

“It feels like i haven’t seen you in ages.”

Noah’s words makes my head snap up from my phone, meeting his gaze. The small smile that is curled around his lips is warm, but his dark brown eyes look at me worried. I sigh, putting my phone inside the pocket of my hoodie in front and shrug.

“Yeah, sorry. Been busy,” I mumble, my eyes flicking down to his soft sheets of his bed that I’m sitting on. He joins me, sitting close next to me, his body turned just enough to face me well, feeling him studying my facial expressions—and I hate it, making my cheeks flush by shame, awkwardness and fluttery.

He knows me long enough to know that something is going on.

“Busy with what?” Noah asks me, his voice still gentle yet also letting me know that he sees right through me. I sigh once again, just deeper this time, more frustrated, feeling myself heat up more and more by his stare undressing my every secret and emotion.

“Just… my head. I guess. Thinking. Surviving.”

He nods slowly, pursing his lips a bit, his eyes then ranking down to my oversized hoodie, hiding my small body. I begin to tug at the sleeves a bit, feeling exposed underneath his gaze—and he knows that.

“I’m sorry things are going backwards for you again, y/n.”

I slightly frown, trying to brush off the truth with a small, soft laugh, as if he is overreacting. He is not. “What? Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah?” he taunts me, his voice now sounding less warm, more worried, but also frustrated with worries for his best friend. “Y/n, you’re almost drowning in that hoodie.”

“You know I like oversized clothes, especially hoodies.”

“Yes, but this is insane.”

“What do you mean, insane?!” I snap, my brows furrowing deeper, my nostrils flaring as anger, but mostly defeat frustration comes up, going all the way to my throat to slightly squeeze it by sad emotion as well. I know he’s right. “I’ll be fine, Noah. Always made it through.”

“Yeah, but for how long though?” he then fires back, his voice slightly rising, his face now dropping in raw emotions of worry, sadness, and anger for the current situation I can’t seem to get out of. “It kills me to see you like this, and that you don’t get the help you need, you deserve. It’s insane that you have to do this all on your own, and I get the energy that gets pulled out of you by that, and not being able to handle almost anything or anyone—but pushing me away won’t get you anywhere, ‘cause I actually want to help you. Please, y/n, stop resisting me and tell me how I can help!”

Noah’s loud words echo around through his bedroom walls, bouncing right into my ears, making their way into my mind and leaving me speechless for a moment. I blink, a shuddering breath escaping my lips for a moment as my heart pounds louder into my chest, a knot of shame, anger and sadness appearing into my stomach and chest. But most of all, the feeling of helplessness and loneliness, being pulled out of the depths of my soul and getting unlocked by Noah just like that, after successfully being able to hide it away for so long.

And then, I just start sobbing, hiding my face in my trembling hand in shame, my cheeks flushing even more. I hate crying, showing emotion and being vulnerable, but Noah pulls me into a tight hug right away, making me wrap my arms around his strong but warm body—feeling safe yet terrified at the same time, as my deepest emotions flush out my squeezed shut eyes, my forehead leaning on one of his shoulders, my cries muffled by his own hoodie he is wearing.

His tattooed hand gently rubs my back, his chin placed on my hair, and when I then feel him press a loving, soft kiss on it my chest gets replaced by a tight tug of warmth and flutters, the knot in my stomach slowly loosening.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his hand then going up to my hair being held together in a low bun, his fingers caressing though my roots in a gentle way, “let it out. It’s insane that you hold it in so much for such a long time. It’s healthy and much more relieving to let it be there, to progress it all, both for your mind and body.”

“It’s scary,” I sniff in response, knowing his words are true, but sounding like a terrifying taks for me. “Letting it in, letting the emotions be there, be real, overwhelming me… it’s horrifying. I have no control and it’s horrifying.”

“I know,” Noah softly whispers, pressing yet another gentle kiss on my head before we then slowly let go, and he brushes a loose strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear as his eyes look at me comfortably, lovingly and calm—easing the storm inside of me much more than anything else could the past months. Having someone in front of you, caring for you on such a deep level, immediately makes a difference for me, making it easier for me to breathe again, the rope around my neck that got tighter and tighter with each day passing slowly loosening up.

“And if you want to, and if you tell me how, I can try to make it less complicated and scary for you. Make it comfortable and easier. And I came prepared, actually.” His lips slowly curl up, as he then stands up and leaves the room for a moment, the twinkle in his eyes promising me that everything is okay and he’ll be right back.

After a minute of two curiously fidgeting with the ends of the sleeves of my hoodie, Noah comes back again with two ice cream cups of my favorite Ben & Jerry’s flavor, making my face instantly light up as a breathless, surprised laugh escapes my lips.

“Told you,” he grins, as he then hands me a spoon and sits down as well. “You praise this flavor so much that I of course have to try as well.”

I warmly and thankfully smile at him, and for the first time since months things indeed feel less scary and dark—the two of us together like this warming my scarred heart.

[badomenslullaby]

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

[badomensgoodomens]

Ughhh I need some possessive Noah, whether it’s in the 3rd part or it’s own little thing

You’ll be waiting while for possessive Noah in BAD DECISIONS, so courtesy of me, you get your own possessive noah.

Possessive Noah consists of not controlling, but very… present. he’s always lurking, always got eyes, whether it be him or one of the boys.

Like when you’re working in the merch stand and someone lingers too long, boy or girl it doesn’t matter, he’s having one of the crew members come and move things along.

Or if you’re doing mundane things like grocery shopping, he’s got an arm around you, glaring at everyone else. Like one big angry cat.

It gets especially bad when you try to go somewhere on your own or without him.

“you’re mine. no.”

“let me come with you”

The whole world falls apart when you can’t come on tour. It’s daily FaceTime calls, no matter the time, where you recount your day, watching the emotions flicker through his face depending on the pronouns of every event.

he's a big baby when it comes to your security, given his social status it is not common for people to come up to you in public asking for photos, regardless of if you are with him. It rubs him the wrong way though, and always insists you go out with friends or one of the boys if he can't be there with you.

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found this in my drafts but we are SOOO BACK. i pinky promise i will lock in on bad decisions instead of falling down a colouringtok rabbit hole. send in your requests everyone!!!

[starsomens]

Noah is the type when he’s giving you that good dick down and he’s about to absolutely rail you he’d say:

“You know I love you right?”

“Y-yes..?”

“Good….because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t”

[xx-like-a-villian-xx]

For The Last Time | One

“It had been months since you’d seen each other, five and three days to be exact (not that he was counting or anything), months since you had broken up with him. You said it was for the best, that your careers were more important but Noah didn’t think so.”

What I thought was going to be a lil angsty one shot has become a multiple part cry fest ahhh. Here’s part one <3

I'm posting this because it's in my drafts x

My ao3 is HERE

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in any upcoming posts :)

CW: post break up, angst, Noah has lots of feelings, “talking” about feelings, loads of swearing

(Dropping this because it was burning a hole in my drafts and I just wanted to get it out there)

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

“Thought I’d find you here.” Your voice reached Noah’s ears like a siren song and it was infuriating.

He turned slightly, watching you approach him in that dress, that fucking dress that hugged every single curve on your body so perfectly it made him feel crazy, feral. He had been trying his damned hardest to avoid you all night and of course you found him, cigarette between his tattooed fingers, on the balcony, moping.

“The party is wild in there.” You gestured to the balcony doors that were muffling the sound of chatter and loud music inside.

“Yeah, I just needed some quiet.” His voice was gruff when he spoke and it only made you roll your eyes.

It had been months since you’d seen each other, five and three days to be exact (not that he was counting or anything), months since you had broken up with him. You said it was for the best, that your careers were more important but Noah didn’t think so.

You see, Noah would have walked through fire, jumped in front of a bullet, he would have stolen the moon from the fucking sky if you asked him to but you didn’t feel the same and as much as it hurt to watch you walk away, he did because he loved you. Issue is, he just couldn’t get over you.

He had avoided you like the plague for months but it was getting progressively harder because you shared friends. Usually it was easy, he left when you showed up, he asked around to see if you were going to events so he could make excuses not to go. It was fine, he hated socialising at the best of times so it was no skin off his nose.

Then you showed up to the album release in that fucking dress and his heart just about dropped out of his ass. And the worst part? You had some six foot four Doberman energy gym rat on your arm. That’s when he found himself storming out to the balcony with a half drank bottle of Hennessy and a pack of cigarettes he had stolen off the kitchen island.

He didn’t dare look at you again, instead his eyes stayed trained on the twinkling lights of the city when you joined him at the railing, your warmth burning his skin like acid.

”How have you been?”

Well that was a loaded question. What was he meant to say? ‘Oh yeah, I’m fantastic, nice to see you, Y/N. Who’s the hunk?’ Nah. He would rather put his hand in a blender.

“Fine.” He wasn’t in the mood to talk to you. Instead he stubbed the cigarette out and took a long swig of the cognac, letting it burn down his throat in an attempt to quell the anger boiling in his blood.

He could feel you shift uncomfortably next to him and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. What did you have to feel uncomfortable about? You practically tore his heart out and curb stomped it. And to add a cherry on top of the shit icing, you decided his fucking album release party would be the best time to hard launch your new man.

Noah really, really wasn’t in the mood and he was practically begging the gods to make you just go inside and forget about it, enjoy your night and have fun but instead you reached out, took the bottle from his hands and took a huge swig.

Fuck.

“Shouldn’t you be with your date, Mick is it?” He finally grits through a clenched jaw.

You chuckle lightly. “It’s Mike, and he’s talking to Folio about fishing.”

Betrayer, of course he would be. Trust Folio to be rubbing shoulders with the enemy over fucking fishing poles.

Noah hums, running a hand through his recently cut short hair.

”It suits you, you know, short hair.” He turned to you fully with furrowed eyebrows. What was your game?

God you looked fucking beautiful, your hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of your neck, curled strands framing your face. Sharp wings of eyeliner made your eye colour stand out beautifully in the low light, along with those dark lashes and your lips were painted a shade of red that could only be described as unholy and fuck, he just wanted to feel them on his again.

”You think?” His voice was weak and he internally kicked himself for even looking at you because his knees felt weak and his stomach felt like it might explode.

You smiled that smile that he fell for all those years ago, reaching your hand out to brush a stray piece of hair from his eyes.

Yeah, he was well and truly fucked, done for, so fucking completely in love with you. He was never getting over you.

“Hey, we’re about to play the album.” Nicholas’ voice from the balcony door made you jump back away from Noah.

”See you inside, yeah?” He nodded at your words, watching you walk back inside to Mike, planting a soft kiss on the guy's cheek and Noah wanted to vomit.

Nicholas was staring at him with a smirk.

”Shut the fuck up.” Noah pointed at his best friend, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy before pushing his way inside.

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Noah had been shifting uncomfortable in his seat, your narrowed eyes burning into him for almost an hour. You were clinging on to every fucking lyric he wrote and he knew he was in for it the moment you could get him alone again.

So as soon as the album had played through and chatter started up again, he was up on his feet, moving across the room before you could get to him.

”Hey, Noah isn’t it?” Oh for fuck’s sake. Mike held a hand out to him,

Noah hesitantly shook it with a smile that he was faking hard, gritting his teeth. “Yeah, nice to meet you…Mike?”

The taller man grinned. “Yeah, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend but I’m guessing you already know.”

Yeah, he fucking does know.

“It’s so sick that she knows you guys, I’ve listened to your last two albums and they go hard, man.”

Noah nodded, smiling, looking behind the guy to see you storming towards them with clenched fists.

“Look, Mike, I’m sorry to cut this short bu-“

“Hi babe, what are we talking about?” Fuck, you were now standing next to Mike, staring up at Noah with a false grin that screamed ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’.

”Oh, I was just telling Noah how much I fuck with the music babe.” Mike was completely unaware of the frustration bubbling in your bones, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

”That’s lovely.” You cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Could you give Noah and I a second to talk, Folio is looking for you I think.”

Shit, shit, shit. There was no way he was getting out of it now. Mike leaned down to pull you into a kiss before strutting towards Folio and Noah just about wanted the ground to swallow him up right there and then.

”Downstairs, now.”

He had no choice but to follow you down the stairs like a lost dog, shuffling his feet as you stomped down the steps. As soon as you reached the outside, you turned to him with flailing arms.

”What the fuck is all that, Noah? You think that’s okay, airing our dirty laundry out like that?” You were seething, face turning beet red.

”It’s music, Y/N, not everything is about you.”

“Oh so ‘someone else’, ‘the death of peace of mind’ and what was the other one? ‘Bad decisions’? They’re not about me? Right…so the pretty much direct fucking quotes from our break up aren’t there? Sure.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

”First of all, it’s ‘somebody else’. Second of all, why does it matter? You’ve clearly moved on. I mean fuck me right?” He laughed incredulously, running a hand through his hair. “You said that you didn’t want to be with me anymore because your career was taking up all of your time and energy and then you show up here with a new guy, smushing face with him in front of me and my brothers like nothing happened. We were together for six fucking years, Y/N!”

He took a deep breath, chest heaving. You stared up at him with glassy eyes full of fire but he was past caring by that point.

”So forgive me, darling, for pouring my heart into my music. Our break up is still a fresh wound. I genuinely thought that we were gonna be end game and yeah, I’m not fucking over it. Did you even listen to ‘Just Pretend’, huh?”

A tear fell from your lashes onto your cheekbone, your face softening and Noah couldn’t watch. He hated the bullshit, the anger, the sadness. He just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and go back to when everything was okay, back when you were still his. Fuck, it was too much.

”Look, I’m sorry for shouting. I just find it really hypocritical of you to be going off at me like that when you completely blindsided me tonight.”

You nodded your head quickly, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. He was right, you had no place to be upset when you had hurt him, really fucking hurt him.

Noah could hear Jolly calling his name from inside and he sighed. “Maybe we can talk about all of this over coffee sometime next week. It’s a conversation we really need to have, cut the loose ends so both of us can move on, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was quiet as a mouse, eyes trained on your shoes.

He wanted to reach out, pull you into his chest and comfort you but it wasn’t the right time, he didn’t think it would ever be. You had someone else to hold you and he was upstairs waiting.

“Text me, my number is still the same.”

With a sad smile, he turned, making his way back inside.

[kissestomyomens]

I fear the look that he’s giving may be my kryptonite 😔❤️