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[communistkenobi]

I'm curious how you stomach going thru Tom Cruise's entire filmography when he's such a massive piece of shit. Like I feel like I'd just be thinking about all the women in films he has costarred in and abused beyond reason the entire time.....

I’m going to step very slowly into a minefield so please bear with me:

I don’t find that approach to art particularly helpful or interesting most of the time, and even if you do (which I don’t begrudge you for) I don’t think anyone has a principled stance on the matter, which would prohibit you from watching any film ever made, because the production of film under the current economic and social conditions of the world is itself unjust. Perhaps this is a lazy cop-out - if the moving image is evil then all actions vis a vis said moving image are equally damnable and therefore equally permissible. However, everyone carves out exceptions for what they can stomach (MY favourite celebrity would never do that) or cannot stomach (see: depp, jkr), myself included. And that’s not even getting into the actual issues of the content of the art itself. iirc Tony Gilroy scabbed during the writers strike to finish the Andor S2 script and I still watch it and enjoy it! I am also glad they fired Gina Carrano from the Mandalorian for her transphobia and white supremacy meltdown on twitter, and her character on that show is permanently ruined for me now because of it. I will not be able to enjoy anything involving Noah Schnapp as a direct result of his Zionist views. And so on.

An anecdote I always liked that I heard from a prof is his explanation of what a social position is: once a music band reaches sufficient fame, one of the members will inevitably sexually assault someone. So this might sound overly cavalier, but I don’t care to litigate the moral character of Tom Cruise or figure out exactly what he did or did not do (I’m not familiar with the abuse allegations you mentioned), nor do I care to do that with most celebrities, because that would mean accepting the assumption that doing so will give you an answer as to whether you should continue enjoying their work. I don’t generally find this assumption helpful for how I interact with art, nor does it give me the answer I want - which is always, inevitably, no I should not enjoy this, because accruing that much wealth and fame is unjust regardless of who they are or how hard they worked or their talents as an artist or etc., and this injustice structurally produces abuse (#MeToo is a response to this structure). Like the fact that celebrities exist as a social position is itself a problem lol. 

Now does this mean you can engage in celebrity worship, free of any guilt? Again I don’t know if this is a productive question, or if the answers it gives you will be helpful. I find it generally distasteful, but I likewise engage in celebrity parasociality - I watch Tom Cruise press interviews! I enjoy hearing his little stunt anecdotes and it’s not just because they’re interesting, I find him charming and fun to listen to. And we all had a great time when Pedro Pascal was posting the word socialism on twitter. The examples are infinite.

And maybe this is all just motivated reasoning (I don’t want to consider myself a bad person, etc) to let myself off the hook, but it would be effectively the same critique as like, consuming the MCU despite its deep ties to the US military or what have you. Which again, I have engaged in this argument on this blog, and will almost certainly engage in it again! I will mock anyone who still likes Harry Potter on both moral grounds (JKR is abominable) and aesthetic ones (you have dogshit taste). I am also not principled in this regard. You can call me a hypocrite and I’ll agree with you. But I find a lot of movies ideologically despicable (see: Top Gun) or made by awful people (see: Kubrick) and still really enjoy them. This is not a contradiction for me because I (generally) do not operate under the assumption that my engagement with art first requires me to figure out if the artists are good people or not.

And a lot this is adjacent to the point you’re making, and is a strain of discourse I’m anticipating in this response, so maybe this all sounds off topic or overly defensive, but this leads into the broader discussions surrounding the politics of like, ‘moral consumption’ and using the quality of the moral character of an artistic object or artist as a guide for what you should buy into. your mileage will ultimately vary, including my own. and personally I’m really enjoying Mr Tom Cruise!

[theformulaimagines]

Untitled. 2017 [part 3]

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown in the name of someone I no longer know. For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone .Traffic lights and a transmitter radio. I don't like that when they threw me in the car I gave your name as my emergency phone call. Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up. I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you…

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x fem!singer reader

Plot: You loved this man. Ever since you were kids. But when self hatred runs deep everything breaks under the weight of it.

Warning: english isn't my first language, angst, mentions of: depression, stress, heartbreak, friends to strangers (to lovers later (?)), swearing, grief

Previously

8 years to be precise. It’s not like he counted. But he did. It was almost unavoidable considering how he was constantly thinking about you. The grief of losing you sat on his heart like a rock, and no matter what he did, where he was, who he slept with…it never shifted. Whoever said time heals all wounds lied and needed to be shot.

The evilest thing about it was that missing you felt like a thirst. It lingered in the back of his throat. Over the years, he met new people and befriended a few of them as well. Yet, nobody came close to…you. No friendship felt like yours. The insides of his cheeks had been in a consistent state of dryness. No wonder he couldn’t move on.

Jiyong was too proud anyway. His hands had been too occupied with romanticizing his crucifixion. He could’ve called you to apologize so many times. But he didn’t. Instead, he threw himself into his work, to neglect the guilt and remorse that were running through his veins at any given moment in time. Nevertheless, he never once changed his emergency contact to anyone else. It had always been…you. Of course.

He kept a lot of secrets when it came to you. Like for example in the top drawer of his desk laid his old Nokia. Neatly placed next to a couple of old notebooks. And while he had changed his main phone countless times, he never threw it away.

Because he somehow didn’t manage to figure out how to transfer your old voicemails to his computer. And the thought of losing the last thing he had left of you terrified him to death. Jiyong knew that it was ridiculous. But that Nokia is his time capsule, a reminder of a time when he liked himself. Genuinely liked himself.

He wrote songs about you. All the time. Even if he didn’t want to. It occasionally felt like he couldn’t not write about you. Considering how your fingers were in every single crease of his brain, pressing themselves into it. God, how he missed you. And he was so angry that you didn’t reach out either.

“The phone works both ways.”, Jiyong let out, looking down at his freshly painted fingernails. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught the way Daesung’s smile slowly faded away.

“Yeah, but…”, he paused:” Never-mind. Forget I said anything.”

„But what? Did she say something?“

His friend simply sighed.

„She talked about me? What did she say? Was it-.“, he cleared his throat. Embarrassed and disgusted by his own eagerness.

„Y/N misses you.“, Daesung answered after a moment of silence:” When we talk about you that’s all she ever says.”

Jiyong never acted on it. And to this day, he doesn’t understand why.

Of course, you thought about him. It was difficult not to, considering how you had loved that man ever since you both were teenagers. Running around the YG tower. Back then you’ve adored the way his haircut made him appear older than he was. You’ve always been drawn to people with confidence. And Jiyong had enough confidence for two.

You also adored the way he was treating you differently. Jiyong never truly liked a lot of people. But he cared for you. So much. People don’t know it, but you two were the main reason K-pop labels began including clauses in their contracts prohibiting idols from the same company from dating one another. YG knew. Everyone knew.

Everyone except for you two. To this day no one knows why.

„Everyone thought you two would start dating at some point.“, Daesung had told you one evening after you finished up working at your studio. It nearly made you choke on your water. „Don‘t be ridiculous.“, you only responded, turning all the remaining lights off:“ We‘ve only ever been friends.“

„No, you weren’t.“

It was a simple answer. Making you stop dead in your tracks for a second too long. You turned to Daesung who simply looked at you with big pitiful eyes:“ You know, he thinks you hate him.“

„Who?“ „You know who.“

A sigh left your lips and you grabbed your bag before stepping past your friend into the hallway:“ That‘s stupid. Why would I hate him?“ The explanation for that was so easy Daesung didn’t even say anything else. Rather, you both just walked towards the exit.

„Dae.“, you whispered as soon as you both stepped out into the freezing night. „Yeah?“

„Tell him…I miss him.“

Daesung simply nodded. And he did tell him. Jiyong just couldn’t acknowledge it.

[totaly-obsessed]

Could you write for leah where leah amd reder have kids and its parents evening and one of the kids have bad reports.

Parents Evening

Leah Williamson x reader request

-> Leah and Reader attend a Parents Evening and there are a lot more tears than expected

➳ Masterlist

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“Abigail Lynn Williamson! What is this?”

And with that Leah knew that her calm evening was over. It was never fun for the twenty-eight-year-old to hear you, her wife, yell. Especially not at your eight-year-old daughter Abigail, who was currently cuddled up to the blonde’s chest, carefully watching her little brother crawl on the floor.

“What did you do?” The defender’s whisper was met with an even quieter “I don’t know Mama.” But the flushed cheeks and restless eyes trying to avoid looking into her mothers gave her away. Abby knew exactly what was up, and it didn’t take Leah long to figure it out either.

You had rounded the corner now, a crumpled piece of paper in your cramping fist – your face just as hot as your daughter's (at least she had gotten something from you). “I found this at the bottom of your bag, Missy.”

Your oldest child tried to hide herself in Leah’s side, who knew that that was not a good idea and pulled her out of it. “It’s not important Mommy. I promise!” By now Leah had stood up, and tried to take the paper from you – but your grip would not allow it. So instead, she maneuvered you to sit down on the arm-chair.

You had just entered the third trimester with your third child, and pregnancy was a bitch.

This was the last one, as you liked to remind your wife every evening. But she did not believe you. If she knew anyone who wanted a big family, it was you. And after you had Abby, you had also claimed, that she was the last one. Even though she was only the beginning.

“Nothing you say?” Abigail’s eyes were still fleeting from Leah’s, too scared to look at her mother, even though she knew that Leah could not be mad at her.

“Dear Parents, I would like to invite you to attend your daughter’s year 3 parents’ evening on Thursday second of November. The evening will run from 4.30 pm until 7.30 pm and will be a chance for you to meet your child’s teachers and discuss their progress, behaviors for learning, and attainment in each subject.”

If you had not been so mad, your wife would have laughed at the scared look on her daughter’s face. She was petrified. “Yeah but it's not-“

“Not mandatory? No, it is not. But a bright pink sticky note says ‘Dear Mrs. and Mrs. Williamson, please attend the evening – I would like to have a word with you. Yours faithfully, D. Halliwell”

Abigail tried to ignore your stare by sliding off the couch onto the floor, trying to motivate her three-year-old brother, Noah, to play with her. But the young boy was tired and just wanted to look at the pretty pictures in his book.

After successfully having Abigail through IVF, the next attempts had failed, and for four long years, Leah and you had struggled to get pregnant again. While the process was grueling, you were so incredibly happy to have Noah with you, and both Leah and you had learned a lot through the process.

“So what baby – It’s a parent's evening, not the end of the world. What’s up?” Your ever-so-loving wife had moved behind you, massaging your tense shoulders, trying to calm you down – anxious for you and the baby. “The second of November Leah.”

But nothing clicked in the blonde’s head. “That is today. Baby. And it starts at four-thirty. That is in an hour.” Now the footballer understood. The problem was not that there was a parent’s evening, or that Abby had ‘forgotten’ about it but the fact that it was today.

Tears started to well up in the eight-year-olds eyes, pulling yours out as well. You were already an emotional person, but seeing your baby cry? The end of the world – not that the pregnancy and its hormones were any help at all.

“I’m sorry Mommy.” A now crying Abigail climbed on your lap, pressing her wet face into the crook of your neck, sobbing.

Leah's heart broke at the sight, but instead of getting involved, knowing that the two of you needed to talk, she took Noah and made her way to the kitchen. “Please don’t hate me, Mommy.”

“Oh, Baby. I could never hate you. I am not mad, okay? I just want you to tell me things like this – and lying about it does not make it better. Do you understand?” You gently wiped away her tears as the small blonde sniffled a small “Yes, Mommy.”

Your wife had re-entered the room a nearly asleep Noah on her hip, her phone in hand. “Beth and Viv are going to pick them up in a couple of minutes, go on up Abby – pack your bag.” After pressing one last, very wet, kiss to your cheek your daughter hurried upstairs to pack her overnight bag, excited that she got to stay with her favorite aunties for the night. “Lee, I’m a mess. I look-“

“Beautiful.” The defender pulled you up by your hands, eyes fleeting to the baby bump. “I’m gonna get them two ready, while you’ll get yourself ready, yeah? Don’t hurry, we have enough time as long as we are there by half six. Go take a bath baby.”

Before you reached the stairs, your wife pulled you back by the hips for a quick kiss – but after she pulled away ending the kiss, she quickly doubled down – into a bruising heavy kiss. “Alright, up ya go.” The blonde’s voice was hoarse as she gasped for air, a cocky smirk on her face.

By five you had said goodbye to the kids, promising Beth and Viv that you would bring breakfast to pick them up. The couple was over the moon, happy to take in their favorite arsenal kids, even on such short notice.

Both Leah and you were dressed to impress – your wife in a nice beige suit and you in one of your favorite winter dresses. Occasions like this were still scary so you wanted to make good impressions. It was nerve-wracking that you did not know why your presence was requested, but even with Abby in year three you still did not know if the teaching staff was completely fine with both you and Leah as a married couple and mothers.

The fear of homophobia is still at large.

During the drive Leah tried to calm you down, drawing shapes and hearts onto your thighs – but you were still tense. And that did not change. Not after you had been greeted at the door and escorted to Abigail’s classroom by a prefect.

“Mrs. and Mrs. Williamson, nice to see you again!” Mrs. Halliwell greeted both of you with a firm handshake and a tense smile on her lips. Leah, being the best wife ever, pulled out one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk for you, gesturing to sit down. She took the seat next to you and her hand quickly found yours under the table.

“I am glad to see that the invitation for this evening has made its way to you.” Blue eyes met yours, as Lee looked at you, remembering what had happened not too long ago. “Regardless I am afraid that I do not have much good news for you.”

There it was. The panic that had been boiling up deep inside of you.

Both you and your wife were preparing for the worst, whatever it may be.

“Abigail does not have the best marks in most subjects. Except for physical education.” Mrs. Halliwell threw a quick glance at Leah, who was obviously the athlete in the relationship.

You knew that Abby’s marks were not the greatest, but you were working on it, helping with homework and various projects. You had even gotten a tutor for math, the subject she felt the most insecure about – and it was her idea.

“She cannot pay attention to things longer than ten minutes, always playing around with toys or drawing. Her behavior is poor at best. She does not listen to a word I say, always thinking about something else. Things must change.”

There was a feeling in your stomach that you did not like – you hated it. The nagging voice of the teacher nearly made you doze off, you could not even imagine having to sit through it for hours like your poor daughter did.

But the disgust Mrs. Halliwell held in her voice when she talked about Abigail made you tear up. Sweet little Abby, who could listen to you read to her for hours, being able to recite every single one you had made up for her as she wrote them down in a storybook, just for the two of you. She even drew pictures alongside it, wanting to share them with her brother Noah, and her unborn sibling.

Sweet Abigail, who would hang on to Leah’s and her teammates ’ lips, desperate for every bit of footballing information she could get. But apparently, the teacher knew a different side of Abigail, one you did not.

“Do you have anything nice to say about or daughter?” Leah was getting angry as well, her grip on your hand tightening as her jaw clenched.

Mrs. Halliwell drew in a sharp breath as she filled through her papers “She is very opinionated and does not let anyone talk over her. Abigail is a great leader as she takes charge of the football team.” What sounded like a compliment, felt like a punch to the face as she called your daughter bossy. Not a single word that left her lips was said with joy, dislike lacing every word.

Leah could feel your anger radiating off you and she knew that she had to intervene “So what can we do to better things?” The woman whom you had thought of as ‘nice’ got uglier in character the longer you looked at her. Pursed, chapped lips, dry eyes with thin damaged hair – she looked tired. “As long as she doesn’t change, I don’t see any way she could improve.”

Change.

She wanted your daughter to change, instead of helping her as she was. “Change in what way?” Leah was more composed than you, used to watchful eyes and judgment. “She needs to calm down and stop talking every chance she gets – Abigail needs to pay attention. But personally, I think that it is hopeless.”

Boom. There it was.

It was over and Leah knew it, letting go of your hand as you stood up, a hand pressed to your tummy. “Excuse me? Hopeless? You are talking about an eight-year-old girl. Someone who is dependent on you, to learn. If you teach the way that you talk to us, I can understand why she does not pay attention.”

You were in full mother-bear mode, protective of your young. And while Leah was angry as well, she needed to control the situation.

And her thoughts, as she could not help but find it incredibly hot how angry and protective you got, about your child, hers in your tummy.

“Where are her things?” The stunned Mrs. Halliwell just stared at you as you, as you stood in front of her – steam practically pouring out of your ears. She pointed over to one of the desks. Of course, it was the messiest in the room, Leah’s genes coming through strong.

Your wife understood clearly, gathering all of Abby’s things from the table, as well as from her drawer in the class cupboard. “We will be going now – and you will hear from us. Have a nice evening Mrs. Halliwell.” With that you stormed out, Leah hot on your heels with Abby’s arts and crafts in her hands as the door slammed shut behind the both of you.

You held it together until you entered the car, tears escaping you in streams. “Did you hear how she talked about our daughter?” With a coo, Leah pulled you into her chest. A gentle hand stroking your hair, trying to calm you down. “I know darling.” More sobs shook your body, reminding her of how Abby had cried earlier in the day. “She was so mean to my baby, Lee!”

You both had decided to pick Abby up from the Miedema-Mead house, wanting to talk to her alone, in need of a bit of quality time with her.

Viv pulled you into a deep hug with Noah in her arms, who really wanted to stay the night at their house. The Dutch had no idea what happened, but she could see your need for stability. Beth and Leah were leaning against your family car, the defender explaining what happened quietly to her friend whose eyes were as wide as dinner plates. “Is that teacher still alive or did Momma over there get to her first?”

Abigail was quiet in the car, afraid that she was in trouble. You had given up your seat in the front, opting to sit next to the girl, holding her hand in yours.

Back at home, Leah had led everyone into your bedroom, helping you up into the high bed, your bump slightly in the way. “Are you okay baby?” You knew that the question was for the both of you, as the eight-year-old cuddled up between the two of you “Yeah, I’m fine Mama. How are you?”

And there they were again. Those annoying tears. Sweet little Abigail who was so considerate of her Mom’s feelings.

“I’m fine, thank you, baby. We wanted to talk to you about something. Is that okay?” The smaller blonde nodded, fear taking over her eyes as well. “Sorry ‘bout my marks – I’ll get better. I promise” Her little voice was muffled by Leah’s shirt that she was burrowing herself in. All three of you had changed into warm, matching pajamas as soon as you had gotten home.

“Don’t worry about them, darling.” Surprised eyes met yours as you pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Do you like Mrs. Halliwell, baby?” The instant mean face that she pulled, looked exactly like your wife’s when she was in a bad mood – answering your question without words. “That’s okay, Darl. Why don’t you like her?”

“She is so boring and she can’t explain things – I don’t understand anything. She doesn’t answer my questions and she doesn’t let me read when she asks for volunteers. I know how to read! Better than Ben, and she chooses him every time.” Her angry rambling reminded Leah of you when the book you read does not end the way you want it to. “And she doesn’t let me draw when I am finished with my questions, she yells at me a lot. And she, she jus-“ Abigail couldn’t continue, sobs wrecking her tiny body and eventually yours.

You were a terrible mother; how did you not notice? Even big and strong Leah was close to tears, watching some of the most important people of her life cry, kissing both her girls on the cheek. “Kay baby. Ya need to answer a question for us, okay? Think about it for a sec.” You held your breath as Leah asked her mini-me: “Do you want to leave Mrs. Halliwell’s class?”

The nod did not even come a second later. “Just her class or the school? Mommy and I can homeschool you til the next year starts. We can find ya a nice new school?”

“Yes please, Mama.” It was heartbreaking to see this little girl ready to give up her school because of a teacher. The principal would hear of this, and you would make sure of it.

“Please tell us if something makes you sad okay baby? We can try to fix it, but only if we know what’s up.” Abby had her smile back, as she nodded at you – imitating her mother, placing slobbery kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

Leah could barely contain her joy. Her girls back laughing again – and with Abby homeschooled she would not need to dry your tears every morning when the small blonde left the house.

“Do you have a wish baby? Your birthday is coming up.” She thought hard. Much harder than she had when deciding if she wanted to leave school – “A baby sister please.”

Both Leah and you were stunned.

A baby sister.

You had not told anybody the gender of the new baby yet – but it was safe to say, that Abby would get what she wanted. Her birthday would be a complete success.

[measuredingold]

heaven sent

authors note: after a month off, i've finally finished my noah piece :) this is my first on tumblr, second one all together (there's one on my ao3). this was a request a friend of mine made a month or so ago, and i'm happy to finally get it out for them. briefly proofread, sorry for any mistakes. as always, enjoy and feedback is appreciated :) my requests are open btw! i'm also working on tag-list, so if you'd like to be added please send me a message :)

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 6.8k

cw/tags: slight friends to lovers, readers first time, realization of ~feelings~, fingering, cunnilingus (noah is a munch), p in v, protected sex (be safe!!!!! wrap it up folks!!!), fluff, maybe slight angst if you really squint, loads of tension, noah being a sweetheart, open ending, 18+ minors do not interact

You stare at Noah’s door, nerves bubbling inside of you. It was silly to be nervous - Noah was your best friend. You’ve lived with him for the last three years, known him even longer, and you’ve asked him plenty of favors in the time you’ve spent with him. However, this time was a lot different. 

Navigating your 20’s was something you were still figuring out. Establishing your career, finding a friend group that you trusted, and even dating was all so confusing. You’ve gotten the career down, and you think you got a pretty solid group of friends, but romantic relationships are still something that you can’t seem to get. 

You’ve been on dates, that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was when things got… intimate. You’re embarrassed to say it, but you were still a virgin. It wasn’t like you were waiting for that special someone, it just never happened. You’d either get to that point and chicken out, or never even make it out of the kissing stage. At this point you just wanted it done and over with, but you couldn’t just do it with anyone. 

That’s where Noah came in.

You trusted him more than you trusted yourself, you think, and your other friends told you that if you just wanted to get it done and over with, do it with someone you won’t regret. 

You don’t think you’d regret Noah. 

With a shaky hand you reach up and knock on his door, the music from inside pausing. You hear shuffling and the twist of the doorknob, and there stood Noah. He smiles. 

“Didn’t know you were home,” He swings the door open and goes back over to his desk, falling into his chair. “What’s up?”

You don’t move, just stand in the doorway, your nerves intensifying. Shit.

He looks over at you after a moment of silence, and his brows furrow, lips pursing slightly. 

“Hello? Everything alright?”

You shake yourself out of your trance and shift on your feet, arms crossing over your chest. 

“Can I ask you something?” You bite down on your lip. “Like… a favor?”

Noah’s head tilts. “…What kind of favor?”

“A pretty big one.” You can’t help but smile sheepishly at the way Noah’s eyes narrow at you before his gaze softens, realizing your nerves, and he nods towards his bed. You walk over and sit down without a word.

He rolls his chair over to you as you pull your legs up under yourself, hands laid in your lap, and he reaches for them. You jump at the touch, and he frowns, but he doesn’t let go.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” His eyes narrow again. “…Do you need me to fight someone? I’m not really good at that, but I’ll try.” 

You can’t help but laugh before dropping your gaze from his, looking down at your hands intertwined together.

"No, no fighting is involved."

"Oh, thank fuck. You know I'm not much of a fighter." You laugh again but it falls short, the nerves resurfacing again. Noah's lips dip into a frown. "Seriously, what's up?"

You pull your hands from his to wipe them against your pants, sighing deeply. How do you even bring this up? You practiced a script in your head for hours before even standing in front of his door, but now that you're in his room, and he's sitting right in front of you, it's like you've forgotten everything you wanted to say.

"You can't laugh." You finally say. "And you can say no. It's... a stupid favor, anyways, but you're one of the few people I wholeheartedly trust, so..." Your words trail off with a shrug and you look up at Noah again, seeing confusion written all over his face.

"You're acting weird again." His head tilts again and you keep in your laughter this time. He looks like a confused puppy. "Did you do something illegal?" His eyes widen a bit as he leans in. "...Are you in trouble? Am I going to be an accomplice? You know I wouldn't do good in jail, dude."

"Oh my god, Noah." Your hands come up to rub at your face, laughter spilling out of you. "I'm not in trouble and no one's going to jail."

"Then what is it? You're acting like it's something crazy."

"Because it is!" You whine, falling back onto his bed. Your eyes stare up at the ceiling, arms resting on either side of your body. "And it's fucking embarrassing."

"I've known you for like 6 years, I think I've seen every embarrassing thing you've done."

You hear his chair squeak and feel the bed dip beside you, but you don't bother looking over. You feel his body, heat radiating off of him, and you suck in a breath at the close proximity. You truly were never bothered by being close to Noah, but ever since you've thought of your silly request, just the thought of touching him has your head reeling. He lays beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. You manage to sneak a glance at him and he's already staring down at you, lips pursed.

"Talk to me."

You pout. "I'm nervous."

"Oh, please." He reaches down to flick at your forehead, and you yelp, eyes slitting into a glare at your friend. "It's just me."

You sigh, gazing back up at the ceiling. "Alright. Just... Please promise not to laugh. And remember you can say no."

"Got it. Now, what is it?"

"So..." You hum, eyes falling shut. "You know how I'm still like... I've never had sex with anyone?"

"Yes." Noah says. "Still shocked, by the way, but I support you. It's not for everyone and we all go at our own pace."

You flush at his words, eyes opening to stare at him again. "Why're you shocked?"

He shrugs. "Just am, but it’s not a bad thing. Like I said everyone goes at their own pace.”

"Right." You clear your throat. "It's not like I don't want to do it, it's just... it's never happened. I think..." Your eyes fall shut again, not being able to look at him anymore. "Anna said I might be one of those people that just need to do it with someone I already know. Someone I trust, so it's not as scary."

"Hm..." Noah shifts next to you. "You could be. That's not really unheard of, a lot of people are more comfortable having sex with someone they're already comfortable with."

"Yeah, right." You suck in a breath. "Well... I've been thinking about it recently. And um..." You reach up and cover your face with your hands, trying to hide the deepening flush to your cheeks. "I was thinking about who I trust enough to do that with and... I trust you more than anyone else. Probably even more than myself."

The silence that follows is almost deafening. You're sure it took him a moment to register his words and you know the second he does, the bed shifting beside you. Noah sits up and you can feel his eyes boring into you, and it makes your skin crawl. You can't pull your hands away from your face, too scared to even look at him. 

It was such a crazy thing to throw out there, you knew that. What's the worst he could say? No? Your mind kept replaying that over and over again and yeah, the worst he could say was no. However, you feared that maybe you asking him of this would make things awkward. You knew it wasn't a friendship ending type risky, but it was enough to maybe make the next few weeks stiff and weird. 

"Are you..." Noah pauses and you hear him suck in a breath. "Are you asking to have sex with me?"

"God, when you say it like that it sounds so fucking weird." 

By better judgement you pull your hands away from your face to look up at Noah, expecting the worse. Though, it's not bad at all actually. He looks confused, definitely, but he doesn't look too uncomfortable. His gaze is still soft as his eyes meet yours. 

"Why me?" He sounds shocked, as if there should be a hundred other options before him. 

"Well. I live with you, and you're my best friend." You say simply and shrug. "You're also the only person in this world I trust enough to be... vulnerable like that with. For my first time, at least."

He nods, tongue darting out to swipe as his bottom lip and your eyes can't help but follow the movement. Something low in your stomach stirs, heat rushing through you, and you tear your eyes away to gaze into his again. 

"You can say no," You remind him quickly, moving to sit up across from him. "It's a crazy favor. I won't take it to heart."

"I..." His words trail off and his lips press together, looking off to the side. "I don't know if we should." 

For some reason your heart sinks to your stomach. A part of you knew he would say no and knew that was the worst thing he could say, but there was some other part of you that clung on to the possibility. You just wanted to get it over with and you were hoping that maybe he would help you out... but you still understand his hesitancy.

"Of course, yeah." You nod your head quickly, face heating up again. "I shouldn't have even asked; I don't know what I was thinking."

"No-"

You get up from his bed and rush towards his door. "Forget it, okay? I'm sorry for making it weird."

You don't bother looking back at Noah, slipping out his door and practically running to your room across the hall, shutting your door behind you.

…

Later that night while you were getting ready for bed, Noah slips into your room. You freeze, turning to look at him as he stands in your door frame, wringing his hands in front of him nervously. 

“Okay. I thought about it some more.” 

You pause. “About what?”

“About… what you asked me.” Your skin heats up at his words and you start to shake your head, but he holds a hand up to stop you. “I’m really fucking flattered that you trust me that much to even consider me a possibility and… and if you still want to, I’ll do it. If it’ll make you happy.” 

The silence that follows was brutal. You weren’t sure how to take it, especially with the way Noah was looking at you. He seemed nervous, almost like you had been earlier, and it has something inside of your fluttering. Like a bunch of butterflies had been set free inside your tummy all at once. 

You swallow. “What?”

"I don't know, I just." He leans against the doorframe now, arms crossing over his chest. "The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Being vulnerable can be hard, especially during sex, and... part of me wishes my first time was with someone I trusted."

You stay silent, eyeing Noah from across the room and he finally looks up, eyes meeting yours. He gives you a gentle smile and goosebumps rise across your skin.

"Really?" You say dumbly and he laughs.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I mean, do I regret it? Not really, but I think it would've made the experience better if it had been with someone I trusted and maybe had known longer than a few weeks." He slowly makes his way towards your bed and sits down on it, patting the spot next to him. Your feet move before you can even think, settling down next to him. "I also want your first time to be good. I know too many people whose first times were shitty, and I don't want that for you. If... if it's with me, I'll be able to make sure you're enjoying it, and not just doing it to say you did."

You notice the subtle flush on his cheeks, and you can't help but smile.

"I just need to know that this is really what you want because there's no going back after this." 

He reaches out to place a hand against your thigh, and you know it was supposed to be soothing, but the burning feeling it left against you was almost too much to handle. You nod quickly, eyes never leaving his.

"If I didn't want this I wouldn’t have asked, Noah." You say softly. "I've thought about it a lot and... and if I were to choose anyone in the entire world to do this with, it would be you."

Something in the air shifts after the words leave your mouth and you swear you see something cross in Noah's eyes, but it's gone before you could even think about it. You feel his fingers dip into your thigh for a split second before loosening, rubbing the spot he had dug into. 

"You're one hundred percent sure about this?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. 

You stare at him for a moment before your eyes linger down to his lips, before flicking back up to him. He noticed but didn't say a word, hand still rubbing your thigh. You nod. 

"Yes."

"Okay." He sucks in a deep breath after a moment and pulls away from you, the moment you two shared slipping away. Your stomach turns, almost missing the contact, but you scoot a bit from him anyways. "Okay, cool. Do you work this weekend?"

You raise a brow at him, head shaking. "No. Why?"

"I'm free most of Saturday and Sunday, so we could... uh, do it then."

"Oh." Your eyes widen. "You want to wait?"

"I mean, yeah. Us doing it now would be weird, right?" You think about it briefly before nodding. It would be odd to just dive into it now, you don't think you'd enjoy it that much. "This gives us time to... prepare? I don't know. Be less nervous? And it gives you a few days to really think about it."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart swells in size at how concerned Noah was, making sure you were completely okay with your decision. 

"I've thought about it for almost a week now. I think I'm sure."

“Alright, no need to get fucking sassy with me.” He leans over to flick at your forehead, like he had done earlier, and you swat at his hand.

“I’m not even being sassy!”

“Whatever, dude.” Noah finally gets up from your bed and looks down at you, brows raising. “So, next weekend?”

“Um. Yeah. Next weekend.” You clear your throat, trying to come off as nonchalant as possible, and Noah nods.

“Alright. Cool.” He looks like he wants to say something else, lips pressing together before he shrugs it off, making his way towards the door. “Does pizza sound good for tonight?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Pizza.” He looks over his shoulder. “For dinner?”

“Oh.” You blink again, the sudden change in conversation taking you for a loop and you push yourself up off the bed. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Awesome. I’ll go ahead and order it and let you know when it’s here.”

You watch him slip out of your room, listening to his footsteps down the hall, and something in your tummy stirs as the realization of what’s happening finally settles in. What the hell did you just get yourself into?

…

You sat in the middle of your bed late Saturday evening, staring up at Noah as he stood at the end of your bed. You were still nervous, but not as nervous as you had been almost a week ago. Noah had been right - the more you thought about it and prepared yourself, the less scared you seemed to be. You can't lie and say all the nerves have gone away, because they sure as hell haven't, but looking at Noah right now, all you feel is comfort. 

"Feeling alright?" Noah's voice breaks you from your thoughts and you give him a small nod.

"Yeah." You hum, your hands spreading against your thighs. They were bare, the only thing you had on were some sleep shorts and an oversized shirt you typically slept in - probably Noah's. "Just nervous."

Noah gives you a smile as he crawls onto the bed towards you, your heart picking up under your chest. 

"It's okay to be nervous." He mumbles, sitting on his knees in front of you. You still have to tilt your head up just to look at him. "But it's just me, okay? I'll take care of you. I promise."

His words have your stomach turning, like a bunch of butterflies have just been released. Your skin heats up and you're sure your cheeks are flushed some sort of light pink, and Noah leans forward, his lips ghosting against your forehead. You take a deep breath and let your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, trying to ease your nerves.

"At any time you want to stop, you tell me, okay?" He says once he pulls back, hand coming up to rest beneath your chin, tilting your head back up. Your eyes open. "If it becomes too much, I need you to tell me. This is about you - not me. No egos will be shattered or anything."

"Okay."

"If it's alright with you, we can do the stop light method." He hums, hand never leaving your face. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for keep going."

You stare at him, eyes already glossed over in a haze, and you nod in his hold. "I trust you."

He pauses, eyes scanning over your face one more time before he leans in again, lips pressing against your forehead more firmly. Your eyes slip shut once again and you lean into it, savoring it. You miss the feeling of his lips against your skin when he pulls away, letting his hand drop.

"Lean back for me."

You scoot up the bed and lean back, the back of your head pressing against your pillow. Noah stares down at you before nudging your legs open gently, leaning forward to hover over you. Your heart is thudding so loudly against your chest it's the only thing you can hear, and you swear Noah can too. And you suspect that he does, especially with the way his lips quirk up at the ends before his eyes catch yours.

"Just relax, okay?" His voice is much lower now and it has something in the pit of your stomach heating up, skin tingling. "You're in good hands."

"Promise?"

Usually you would tease him, since that was the nature of your relationship, but right now you feel too vulnerable. You need to know that you'll be okay with him, which you're sure you will, but hearing him say it out loud just makes you feel a little bit better.

His gaze softens. "I promise."

The look you two share has alarms going off in your mind, and your stomach turns in a way you've never felt before, yet you don't think you've ever felt safer in your life. You relax yourself against your bed, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

"Okay." You breathe out. "I trust you."

"Thank you." He actually sounds happy by your words, almost like he's proud, and he leans down, lips ghosting against the skin of your neck as he mumbles out, "I trust you, too."

You can't help the gasp that escapes you when he presses a handful of soft, barely there kisses along your neck. He has an arm propped up beside you to hold himself up, while the other is rested against your hip. He nudges your shirt up ever so slightly, the pads of his tattooed fingers brushing against your bare skin. By instinct your hands raise to reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair. You feel him press against you, a shaky breath leaving him and when the air hits your skin, you shiver.

Noah presses another kiss to your skin before he pulls back, sitting up on his knees. You stare up at him, lips parted as a gasp escapes you. The look in his eyes was almost too much, the usual softness in his brown eyes darkening. The hand that was on your hip pushed your shirt up more, letting it wrinkle up against your stomach.

"Can I take these off?" He questions, fingers now tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

You can only nod, words not being an option right now and your hips lift up on their own as he tugs your shorts down your legs. Your body shakes the second you're exposed, the only thing covering you now is your underwear. The cold air hits against your core and its damp, and you flush out of embarrassment. He's done nothing but kiss you and you're already wet. You try to shut your legs out of habit, but Noah was still seated between them.

"Hey," His voice is rough, but he leans down, meeting your eyes again. A hand rests against the top of your thigh, his fingers dipping dangerously close to the one spot you're aching for him to be. "You okay? You don't need to hide."

You nod again because nothing seems to come out and Noah shakes his head, hair moving around.

"Talk to me." 

Something in his tone has you shivering again, and you swallow. "I'm okay... just not used to this." 

"I understand." His eyes drop from yours down to his hand against your thigh, watching as he gently caresses the skin. You can't help but squirm when his fingers get a bit too close to where you want him, and he glances up at you, lips quirked up into a grin. "I promised to take care of you, and I'm going to."

"I know."

He doesn't respond, just gives you another grin before he slides his body down yours, nestling himself in between your legs. You've never had someone that close to that part of you before, the closest being a finger or two, and when Noah's tugging at the band of your underwear you have to look anywhere but him. Your hips rise off the bed, and you let him drag them down your legs, almost achingly slow, and your eyes lock onto the ceiling.

You're bare in front of him and just knowing that has your chest tightening, your throat closing up. Your fingers move back to the sheets beneath you, and you grip them tightly, squirming when you feel Noah's fingers drag up your thigh. You feel him shift, finger dragging closer and closer to your center, and then the brush of his lips against your inner thigh. You squeak.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, so low you barely catch it. “Have you ever been fingered before?”

You nod, stiff and quick. “Mhm. Felt weird.”

“Probably because you were so tense.” Another quick kiss was pressed to the inside of your thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”

He starts off slow, a long, slender, tattooed finger sliding up and down your slit before he gently prods at your entrance. You suck in a breath when you feel him push in, body stiffening again. You've been fingered before, you're not that inexperienced, but it's always been uncomfortable. Not enjoyable. Noah senses your unease and presses a kiss to your hip, his free hand rubbing your thigh.

"Need you to relax, baby." His voice is muffled by your hip and the word baby has your entire body flushing. "It'll feel good when you do."

"How do I do that?" You whine out, fingers gripping the sheets. He pushes forward again, his finger now fully inside you. It feels... foreign. 

"Stop thinking so much." He lifts his head up and you sneak a glance down at him, his eyes blown wide, and lips pursed in a slight pout. "Think of something that relaxes you, because you're way too stiff right now."

You toss your head back against the pillow, huffing out, and Noah laughs softly to himself and scatters a few more kisses against your skin. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, body almost instantly melting into the mattress. 

"Keep doing that."

"Kissing you?" He mumbles, lips brushing over your hips again. You nod.

"Yes. Please."

"Atta girl," He mumbles, almost to himself when he pumps his finger inside of you, finally relaxing around him to make the action much easier than before. "I got you."

This goes on for a few minutes - soft, delicate kisses being placed along your skin as he worked a finger inside of you. As time went on, the odd and almost painful stretch from before became... pleasurable. You don't even notice the tiny noises slipping from your lips and your hips slowly rocking down to meet his finger.

"You think you can take another?"

You nod. A second finger slips in, and the stretch has you keening, back arching slightly off the bed. It wasn’t terrible, though. No, it felt good. So much better than your previous experiences. You clench around his fingers, and you hear Noah groan quietly, face pressing against the inside of your thigh to muffle the noise.

“Fuck.” You curse out when he picks his movements up, fingers now scissoring in and out of you.

“Feel good?” Noah sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold himself together even though you’re the one experiencing all the pleasure. You nod.

“Really fucking good.” You choke out, hips bucking down to meet his fingers. “Green. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby.” Noah mutters, not once letting up. “Doing so well for me.”

You practically purr at his words, your body warming up and feeling the fly all over. You’ve always been one to love a good bit of praise, and hearing it come from Noah was something you’d never imagined enjoying so much. A surprised gasp leaves you when you feel his thumb press against your clit, applying pressure while his fingers continued.

"You've ever been ate out before?"

Noah's words pull you away from the cloud you were just on, the pleasure coursing through your body. You whine, shifting your hips down to meet his fingers again but he stills his movements.

"No." You whimper. 

You wiggle your hips down to get some kind of friction, the heat that was beginning to pool in your tummy slowly slipping away. You hear Noah groan below you and he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, gently biting down on the soft plush of skin there.

"Can I be the first?" He breathes out, lips dancing across your skin. "Please. I'll make you feel so fucking good, I promise."

“Yeah,” You nod quickly, hips rolling down to gain some kind of friction again. “Please, just do something.”

That’s enough for him, diving headfirst between your thighs.

Noah leaves no mercy, his lips wrapping around your now swollen clit as his fingers begin moving inside you again. The feeling of his tongue wet and heavy against you and his long fingers pumping in and out of you has your eyes crossing, stars dancing around the edges of your gaze. You can't help but let another moan slip, hips bucking wildly. You feel Noah moan against you, angling his fingers up to press against something inside of you that's pulling an unexpected noise out of you, something mixed with a cry and a moan. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this before with another person.

The heat pooling in your returns much quicker than you thought and you feel yourself clench around his fingers, hips moving on their own accord. Noah moans again, tongue moving against you, and you swear you feel shifting at the end of the bed. You take a chance to glance down at Noah, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to hold in any noises and watch as Noah ruts his hips against the bed.

You’d never seen anything so insanely attractive before – Noah’s mouth working against you like a starved man and getting off on it to the point that he has to grind against the bed to get some kind of release. It’s enough to push you over the ledge, the heat in your stomach snapping and your cunt clenching around his fingers. You cry out, falling back onto the bed as your eyes squeeze shut. You’d experience orgasms before, but this was your first with another person, and it was probably the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.

Noah doesn’t let up until you’re practically shaking, reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair and physically push him away. He laughs, light and airy, and turns his head to press a quick kiss to the side of your thigh before finally sitting up. You stare up at him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath he took. You feel your heart pounding against your chest, ringing loudly in your ears as the realization of what just happened settles into your bones.

Noah just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

Your cheeks flush with color and before you could reach up and hide your face from him, he’s leaning down, hovering over you. You suck in a deep breath.

“Was that okay?” He questions softly, but you can hear the slight shake in his voice, and the look in his eyes was anything but soft.

You nod. “Better than okay.”

“Yeah?”

You watch a smile spread across his lips and find it hard to look anywhere but there, so you don’t, and you give him another nod.

“Do you wanna keep going?” He leans further down until your noses are barely touching and you’re doing everything in your power to pull him down and kiss the absolute fuck out of him.

You nod again, swallowing harshly. “Yes, please.”

He doesn’t say anything, just hums out a quiet noise of approval while brushing his nose against yours. You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the soft gesture while he sits up from the bed. You watch with hooded eyes as he pulls his shirt over his eyes and you let your gaze trail over him, not trying to hide the fact that you were indeed checking him out. You lived with him so of course you’ve seen him shirtless countless of times before, but now it was different. Much more intimate.

You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth as he’s pushing both his sweatpants and boxers down, crawling back towards you. You sit up and finally pull your shirt off as well, tossing it to the ground before lying back down, watching Noah reach over for the condom he had brought in with him, and you swallow down the nerves that were beginning to rise.

It’s now or never.

You meet his gaze again and the look he’s giving you, like he wants to devour you has a fire setting off inside of you. Your eyes drop to his achingly hard cock, watching as he rolls the condom on, and you squirm underneath him, fingers gripping the sheets below you. He grips his cock, long fingers wrapping around his length and your mouth practically waters at the sight.

You realize in that moment you’ve never wanted someone more than you do now, and that is definitely something you’ll have to unpack later. Right now, though, all you can think about is the way his slides the tip along your slit, teasing your entrance before pressing into your now sensitive clit. You whimper, hips wiggling down and Noah chuckles above you.

“Remember, red is for stop, yellow is for slow down, and green is for keep going. Okay?”

It takes you a minute to register his words, too focused on the way he looks above you, and you give a shallow nod. “Okay.”

“Good.”

Noah hikes your legs up around his waist and you circle them around him, unintentionally pulling him closer to you. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance at that and you suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He takes his time slipping in, going as slowly as he could, and you whine quietly, face scrunching up at the feeling. It was different than his fingers, much bigger, the stretch almost uncomfortable and not the same pleasurable feeling you had just moments before. You feel his body lean over yours when he finally presses in all the way, nose brushing against yours again.

“Look at me.”

You do, eyes opening to stare up at him. His voice sounded strained again, like he was holding himself back for you, and the look in his eyes has you melting into the bed. You stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure what to say, and he gives an experimental roll of his hips. You whine again, the stretch as his slide in and out of you has your back arching off the bed.

“Is this okay? Talk to me, baby.”

You give a small nod, another noise falling from your lips. “It’s okay, just… I’m yellow right now. Go slow, please.”

Noah let’s out a breath like he had been holding it and gave you a nod, giving another small roll of his hips before stilling inside of you. You have to shut your eyes because the way Noah was staring at you was almost too much, your chest feeling like a brick had been sat on it. You can’t believe that you were doing this, finally, and with your best friend no less.

He rests his arms on either side of you, leaning down to nose as your cheek before dipping his head down to press a few kisses against your neck. He nuzzled himself against you, letting one of his hands come down to rest against your hip, gently rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

“You’re already doing so good for me,” You hear him whisper, pressing another kiss to your neck. “Color?”

You flush, keening at his words and your back arches off the bed on its own, causing your hips to shift down and you fee his cock slide further inside of you. The head presses against that spot inside of you again and you let out an unexpected moan, pleasure finally sleeping through your veins. You clench around him, hips shifting down again, and he presses his face against your neck as a groan leaves him.

“Shit.” You breath out, hands coming up to card through his hair. “Green. I’m so fucking green.”

With another groan, Noah rolls his hips against yours and you moan again, eyes rolling back. The stretch of his cock no longer felt uncomfortable, pleasure coursing through you with each slow thrust Noah gives you. His lips never leave your skin, licking and biting at your neck with each roll of his hips.

He pulls back to press his forehead against yours, eyes boring into your own and you squeeze yours shut. Another moan leaves you as he gives a rather hard thrust, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair and tugging. He whimpers at the feeling and you tug again, wanting to hear those sounds fall from his lips more, and his movements speed up.

The heat you had felt in the pit of your tummy earlier was beginning to form again, warmth spreading through your chest. You open your eyes again just at the moment when Noah’s hand left your hip to slide in between both your bodies, rough fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, a loud moan escaping you. The feeling of his fingers rubbing against your clit as his cock slides in and out of you was enough to make your head spin.

“You like that, baby?” He breathes out, lips dangerously close to your own. You nod quickly, whining out instead of answering properly. “Come on, you know I need words.”

“Fuck.” You choke out, a mix of a cry and a moan leaving you. “Feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

This spurs him on, another whimper slipping from his lips as his hips snap into your own, pace picking up. You clench around his cock, the tip hitting the spot inside of you over and over again. His fingers never let up against your clit either, matching the pace his thrusts and you swear you feel dizzy, eyes rolling back. You’ve never felt like this before, and you think you prefer his cock inside of you over his fingers, the feeling unbeatable.

Your mind races just at the thought of Noah doing this for you, making you feel like this, wanting to take care of you, and your throat tightens for some reason. Something from deep inside your chest twists and you get the overwhelmingly need to be as close as possible to Noah, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair again.

“Noah.” You whimper out, eyes burning with unexpected tears.

“What is it, baby?” He grits out, eyes never leaving yours. His gaze softens when he notices your eyes watering, hips stuttering for a moment. “Are you okay? Tell me a color.”

You nod quickly, head knocking against his gently, and your hands drop from his hair to wrap around your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you.

“Yes, fuck. Green.” You moan, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in your throat. “Just feels so fucking good. You make me feel so good, Noah.”

Your words just start pouring out, slurring together almost like you’re drunk, and your cunt clenches around him again. You’re close, so fucking close, you can feel it, and so can Noah.

“Yeah?” He whispers, lips brushing against your own. Your back arches as you give him another nod. “God, you feel so fucking good on my cock, baby. Everything I ever dreamed of.”

His fingers against your clit speed up, and you let out a choked moan at the feeling of the heat in your stomach snapping. The combination of his words and his thrusts, plus the pressure against your clit, has your orgasm hitting you at full force. You’re not sure what kind of noise leaves you, something primal pulling itself from your chest as your vision blurred again. You feel like your body was sent to heaven and back, the most euphoric feeling coursing itself through your veins as your orgasm washed over you.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

You hear Noah groan from above you as he fucked you through your orgasm. You don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but staring up at Noah as he chases his son release, you don’t think you’ve ever seen something so beautiful. Without thinking, you pull him down to you, lips sliding over his sloppily as he continued to fuck into you. A surprised noise leaves him, muffled by your lips, and with one last thrust you feel him still inside of you, spilling his release into the condom.

Silence follows after that, nothing but the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. Noah’s face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms are still tightly wrapped around him, holding his body against yours. That overwhelming feeling in your chest seems to return, but you can’t even fully think about it, your mind too hazy. You feel exhausted, limbs feeling like mush after two mind blowing orgasms, that you barley even register Noah pulling himself up and out of you slowly.

You watch with hooded eyes that are becoming too hard to even keep open as Noah crawls off the bed, sliding the condom off and throwing it away, searching your room for his boxers before slipping them on. It’s a blur after that, Noah looking for the cloth he had brought in, probably to clean you off, and you barely remember him getting back on the bed, slowly pulling you up to slip clean clothes on your body.

Your back meets the bed again as you flop back down, curling yourself into your bed. It’s never felt comfier, you think, as you feel Noah curl up behind you, pulling your blankets over both of your bodies. His arm feels heavy over your waist, and his lips leave a burning feeling against the back of your neck as he pressed a kiss there.

The last thing you remember is your fingers curling around your hand that rests against your stomach, whispering out, “Thank you,” as sleep finally overtakes you.

[frightenedcricket]

One of our songs.

Noah Sebastian x Reader. Fluff.

Note: first noah fic!!!

Warning: none, I think.

You muttered the lyrics written in your notebook while your fingers moved up and down in the air. Noah watched you from the corner of his eye as he pretended to be working on something.

"Is it... Uh... That's how it happened, right? He cheated"

You sighed and turned to look at him.

You had written the song with Noah, mostly based on your ideas and feelings that kept flowing after a few bad weeks. He simply offered a few changes, way to express certain things and how to make it more "singeable".

"Yes"

Noah nodded and mimicked you. Now, you both sat looking at each other.

"Sorry for using your band as therapy" You chuckled.

He laughed and shook his head. "Our pleasure"

You went quiet for a while, both a bit lost in your thoughts.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Any of you liked him, Noah. What would have happened?"

"Yeah, I see your point" He chuckled.

You leaned your head against the chair and watched him. Noah was now looking at the desk.

"Are you sure about the song?"

"For now? It sounds amazing" You said. "Need to hear it from you, and the guys' green light."

Noah nodded. "You can just say no anytime. We won't release it if is too personal"

You grabbed his hand and run your thumb over his knuckles. "Thanks, Noah"

"No, thank you for giving us this lyrics."

"Hey, sorry. There was a lot of traffic." Nicky walked in with sweaty cheeks and his hair quite messy, but had some coffee.

"Nah, don't worry dude. You have to check this" Noah gave you a sweet smile and that's how you started producing the song.

A few days later, you sat with your eyes closed and headphones on, Noah sitting by you in the silent room. It was your first time listening to the song and there was something special on it. It took you a while to figure it out. But when you realized, your mouth opened and you turned to look at him. The other guys were outside having some drinks after a long day, so it was just the two of you.

Noah smirked and crossed his arms.

"It's me" You muttered.

You didn't think they would use it. You had sung the song once. It was recorded and everything, you had agreed. But this...

"Noah" you pushed the headphones back right when his voice came back.

"Listen. We can remove it. We actually have two versions. But if you like it and you agree, we want you to feature in the song."

You didn't know what to say.

"Maybe not like huge thing. But we want your name on it"

"My name is already on it"

"Bigger this time. YN, half of the album is also yours. Do you think we could do this without you?"

"Probably"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

"I disagree. It's on you, YN. Feel free"

You considered it for a few seconds. Your voice was there, doing some chorus and melodies. It wasn't a big thing.

"Don't make it too big"

"Promised" You linked your pinkies and smiled sweetly at each other, that warm love between you two obviously showing. Maybe not enough because any of you seemed to notice.

A few minutes later, Noah walked you to the kitchen, where he passed you your drink of choice and lifted his.

"To YN, who finally sings one of our songs."

"To YN!"

Months passed and the song had been released a while ago. It had been a good one, the fans liked it and it sounded good on live.

"YN"

You turned to see Folio by the door.

"Mhm"

"Uh... Can you come with us for a minute?"

Why did you tour with them? Good question. Some days you still wondered what was your job apart from songwriting.

When you left the room, you found all of them looking with suspicious smiles.

"Okay, what's wrong? What have you done?"

"Nothing yet" Jolly chuckled.

"I'm scared"

"We want to ask you something" Noah started.

Then, Nicholas followed:

"What do you think about singing with us on the stage?"

You gasped too loudly, making them all laugh at your genuine reaction.

You needed a few days to prepare for it, attending to rehearsals and sound checks. But it all went smoothly.

"So, I announce you and then you come in."

You nodded with your eyes fixed on Noah's hands. They were the perfect distraction. Tonight was the night and nerves were eating you.

"You will be there, right?"

Noah smiled, more to himself than anything, but if someone had seen him... The guys would have teased him so much.

"Of course. I will always be"

You nodded with a rapid beating heart.

"But listen, we follow you. You can run away if you want to" He chuckled. "It will be fine"

You nodded and grabbed his hand in a sweet thankful gesture.

"Thank you"

"Free therapy, sweetheart"

You chuckled and blushed at the same time. It wasn't usual to hear him call you pet names, but oh how you loved them.

"My actual therapist would hate you for that"

"Sure thing"

Noah got up and lean to kiss your forehead.

"Remember, black outfit"

You rolled your eyes and tried to hid the blush.

"See you in twenty"

You nodded and watched him walk outside the room, leaving you enough space to think about what would happen at the end of the show, how Noah had guided you through the whole process, how he had been singing a song about your shitty ex for weeks now, how him and the guys had allowed you to pour your rage and feelings in that song only to perform it for you, how now they were giving you the opportunity to do it yourself.

"Okay... That's the last one" Matt whispered to you. "Ready?"

You nodded and the manager hugged you.

"Okay, you've got this"

"Now! We have a very special guest tonight" Noah climbed on his step and look at the fans, who shouted at him. "Are you ready!?" They shouted back at him once more. "Make some noise!" He finally growled as Nick's hands finally fell on the drums.

The lights, the music, the fans, the guys... Noah... They waited for you, the signer with a had stretched out.

With an encouraging push from Matt and the mic in your hand, you stepped in the stage. It all became loud, still, Noah waited for you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up in the step. And then he let go of you and moved back.

It was refreshing, so relaxing, so... The adrenile filled your veins so soon, as soon as you saw all that people singing back at you, singing those lyrics about such a sad moment. But you also heard him. For this performance, you had switched places. Your voice was the main one as Noah stood behind you. What originally was your voice doing melodies and choruses, was now Noah screaming and growling, which made your skin crawl.

And almost at the end, during the climax, he appeared next to you and grabbed your hand. You turned to him and looked into his eyes. This hadn't been planned. You hadn't rehearsed this but now you were singing together and you felt so light.

You reached the highest note easily, hand in hand, with him screaming one last time. And then it all went dark and the instruments faded. The loud sounds of people filled the theater.

You were shaking, but it was excitement. Then Noah pulled you to his body and you felt yourself coming back to reality again. His tall lanky body engulfed you and his strong arms kept you close. So close. You hugged him back and gripped his turtleneck so hard you could have ripped it.

Your chest were pressed and you were breathing hard. Then, still in the dark stage, only with faint white background lights, Noah kissed your temple and you felt a wave of feelings. It was there, right there.

The lights came back and he faced the stage, still with his arm around your shoulders. You tried to focus on something else, maybe Folio by your other side who was ruffling your hair, or the fans... But still it was only him you could think of. You stayed with them for the last goodbye to the fans.

You were the one who left the stage first, almost hyperventilating and with your ears buzzing.

You heard them behind you, congratulating each other and hugging.

You turned around and your eyes fell on his, he was already looking at you.

"Noah" You whispered.

He only saw you mouthing his name, but stopped walking. The guys passed you.

"Noah" You repeated his name. He nodded. He knew, he could feel it too.

You finally walked to him and your bodies clashed. Then your lips. You kissed fervousily and your hands roamed his sweaty hair. His arms wrapped around your body and pulled you impossibly close.

The kiss was intense, hard... Teeth clashed, tongues played with each other and little noises escaped you both. You could still hear the eco of the fans outside. But that was all. There was nothing else but Noah.

"Oh god" You panted as you pulled back. With your forehead against his and your hands on his tattooed neck, you could feel his quick pulse. "Noah"

"Yes" He nodded and moved his hand to the side of your face. You both still had your eyes closed and your lips wet from the kiss. Your body only begged for more.

Noah kissed you once more, softly this time, tilting your head back so he could kiss you deeper. "I'm here" He whispered in your mouth.

You finally opened your eyes and he looked at you.

"I love you" That was all you need to hear.

[concreteangel92]

Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 6

AU Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Summary: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: full smut (PiV, oral - female receiving) praise kink, softish dom!Noah, use of religion, graphic detailed writing of murder/killings, blood, gore, I think that’s it haha

Chapter Index Here

Ok I am so excited for you all to read this one!! Please let me know what you think at the end!! That all I have to say haha 🫢

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MASTERLIST

You opened your eyes and looked up to see Noah sleeping soundly and you were lying on his chest with his arm casually wrapped over your waist. At some point in the night, you both had clearly laid down fully.

You felt your cheeks go warm, how could you fall asleep on him? Then again, he didn’t wake you up so he obviously fell asleep as well.

You started to lift yourself off of him and Noah started to stir, his arm unconsciously tightening around you before he opened his eyes to meet yours.

“Morning”

You watched as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand, his other arm not moving from its place around you. You felt your cheeks flush harder and started to sit yourself up.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you, you should have woken me up”

“I didn’t want to disturb you too quickly as I know you hadn’t been sleeping, I didn’t plan on falling asleep myself though”

You smiled slightly at his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you….hope I didn’t sore or anything”

Noah smiled back at you and gently ran a finger up and down your arm.

“Nah….just fidgeted all lot, surprised I haven’t woken up on this sofa hanging on for dear life”

You pushed him slightly in jest as you giggled.

“Oh shut up”

••••••

Noah was now gone, he headed back to his place to have a shower and get ready to head into work, you decided to take the morning to yourself today, after a good nights sleep, you felt much better and just needed a break, something your boss was certainly all for.

So here you were, showered and ready for the day and drinking a cup of coffee and people watching out of your big bay window. The case could wait until after lunch.

“I definitely need a holiday after this”

Your phone going off pulled you from your thoughts, you picked it up and saw it was another text from a withheld number, you felt the anxiety creeping in knowing it was him.

It was an address for an old warehouse downtown, no other message other than that. He obviously wanted you to attend.

You phoned your boss straight away and said you needed back up to follow you down and that you were heading over now. Of course this was met with “Do not enter the building without back up! You have no idea what you’re walking into”

Noah had also text you the same thing, saying he will be coming down with the team and to wait for him.

•••••••

After a 15 minute drive, you found yourself standing outside the warehouse, gun already in hand. You knew you should wait but something was telling you to go ahead, so you did.

The building was dark and damp, clearly not been used properly for a while. You careful walked down the corridors with your gun outstretched and torch in hand, searching every room you’d come across but so far, nothing.

You were coming up to a door that was already ajar, a dim light coming from it, you swallowed the thump in your throat and slowly went over and nudged the door open with your foot, the sight that greeted you ripped the breath from your chest and your hands to falter as you stepped further in, shock settling in.

Propped up on a desk chair behind an old desk was Eddie Blake, a large knife sticking out of the middle of his chest and written on the wall behind him, in what you could only assume was his blood, were the words ‘envy stabs at others and wounds itself’

You couldn’t stop the shocked whisper coming out of your mouth.

“Thou shalt not covet”

“Very good”

The sudden robotic and distorted voice from behind you made your blood run cold, you quickly turned around and were met with an incredibly tall and intimidating figure wearing a black ski mask and was dressed head to toe in black, no skin or any defining features on show. The 10 commandments killer.

You raised your gun back up at him.

“Hands where I can see them asshole!”

You heard a chuckle, assuming he had some sort of device hidden in his jacket to hide his true identity by disguising his voice.

“Detective Y/L/N it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time”

He took a step towards you so you made the show of pointing your gun again.

“I said hands up! I won’t hesitate to shot you!”

“You know…you’d be a lot more intimidating if the safety wasn’t on”

You felt your face screw up in confusion and glanced down at your gun, big mistake, you suddenly felt the killer jump forward and he grabbed hold of your arms and aimed the gun in the other direction, a bullet firing out as you tried to hold onto it.

The killer was much stronger then you and managed to knock the weapon out of your hands and pinned your arms behind your back and had you in a tight grip with your back to his chest, no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t get free, he had you.

“Now, now, now my little angel, settle down. I’m not going to kill you…not yet anyways”

You felt your heart beating so fast that you thought it was going to come out of your chest, the adrenaline was running through your body and you tried to get control over your breathing as you felt him talking into your ear.

“What do you want from me?”

He chuckled, you felt the vibrations on your back.

“I just wanted to meet the one person who’s been smart enough to figure out my little game, I’m actually very impressed detective”

“This is a game to you!?”

“More like a lesson. Do you know what the worse thing in the world is? Religion”

You struggled in his grip again but he had you like an iron vice.

“For someone who doesn’t like religion, you’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble creating these sick lesson of yours”

“How else do you get the message across?”

“And what is the message?”

You heard the distorted laugh again.

“To dethrone god”

You suddenly felt yourself being turned around, your arms still pinned behind your back in his hands but you were now looking up into his mask covered face, his almost black eyes staring back at you.

“Do you like my little gift for you angel?”

He gestured to the body of officer Blake.

“How did you even know about him?”

“I have my ways. You have intrigued me, someone as smart as me, someone who could easily rival me, a true equal I’d be as bold to say. And in some ways, you’re just like me”

You shook your head, eyes not leaving his as a show of not backing down.

“I’m nothing like you, you’re sick and twisted!”

You saw his smirk through the mask.

“We shall see”

The masked man then leant down quickly and smashed his lips onto yours hard, feeling the fabric of the mask brushing on your face.

You instantly pulled away in disgust and decided now was your chance, you slammed your head forward into his, you felt his grip on your hands loosen, completely ignoring the pain that started ringing in your head, you kicked your leg out under his and managed to take you both down to the ground and this was the chance you needed as his hands had let you go, to jump up and run.

You avoided him trying to get hold of you again and ran out of the room, you didn’t stop running until you reached the front doors and out into the bright sunlight of the car park where you saw your team of officers ready to go and confused to see you.

“Detective?”

“HE’S INSIDE! THE KILLER IS INSIDE QUICKLY!!”

You collapsed into the ground and the tears fell from your eyes as you cried, the severity of what had just happened finally hitting you.

“Detective what the hell were you thinking going in without back up?!”

You looked up to your boss as the team of officers armed and ready ran into the building.

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t, you felt like you could barely breathe, then you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, looking up you met Noah’s concerned gaze.

Without saying a word, you fell into his arms and cried into his chest, Noah instantly wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“It’s ok Y/N I’m here, I’ve got you”

A few moments passed and you heard some of the team coming back out.

“The building is secure Sargent, he’s gone….officer Blake is dead inside”

You let out a breath at the knowledge that he’d got away and was still out there.

“What? Right corner this place off and start documenting the scene. Davis, take her home, I’ll get a statement from her tomorrow”

“Yes sir”

•••••••

You hadn’t said much over the last hour, Noah had driven you back to yours in your car, you silently staring out of the window.

Once back inside, you sat with him on the sofa, just trying to make sense of everything.

“You can talk to me Y/N, what happened in there?”

You looked up into his eyes, finding the comfort you’d felt in his presence over the last few weeks.

“He killed Blake….for me, this was for me and he….kissed me”

“What?!”

“Yeah….he definitely wanted my attention, said he’s impressed with me and how I’ve been on the case….he called me an equal….he’s sick”

Noah sat and took in your words, nodding in acknowledgement. You shifted closer to him.

“Thank you for being here, I really don’t think I could be alone right now and you make me feel safe”

Noah smiled and rested his hand onto yours on your lap.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else Y/N, I’ll stay as long as you want me to”

You felt your heart swell at his words, you leaned forward and pressed your lips softly onto his, feeling him respond instantly, it was soft and gentle and you felt Noah bring his hands up to hold your face to his.

You pulled away slowly, “stay?” you hoped he knew what you were asking.

Noah ran a hand through your hair and brought his fingers under your chin and smiled.

“I’d thought you’d never ask”

Noah pulled you into him and kissed you harder this time, leaning you back onto the sofa, feeling more of a sense of urgency than before.

Noah started to run kisses down your neck making you rest back as your breathing started to escalate, his hands ran across the bottom of your shirt before sliding his hands underneath.

“Let me take care of you”

You nodded and sat yourself up slightly so he could bring your shirt up over your head, and not wasting any time in undoing your bra to let that fall to floor while he let out a breath.

“You’re so perfect”

The praise he was giving you was making your tummy tighten in anticipation.

“Please”

You didn’t even know what you were asking for, you just needed him.

“I’ve got you baby”

Noah dipped his head down to start biting gently on your neck while his hands started to caress your nipples, your back arching into his touch as he did. You then felt one of his hands go lower, tracing your trousers before he started to undo them and pulled them off your legs. Noah ran his hands down your sides making you shiver.

“Let me worship you”

His gaze was so intense, his words were so intimate that all you could do was nod, completely submitting to him.

Noah hooked his fingers into your underwear and dragged them down, he parted your thighs to spread you open to him, his eyes blown wide and lips parted like he was about to eat the best meal of his life.

“Absolutely perfect”

You flushed bright red at his words, your body wound so tight already.

Noah leant down and got himself comfortable in between your legs and hooked his arms around your thighs to bring you closer to his face, his eyes not once leaving your dripping core.

You felt his fingers trace your outer lips before parting them and licking a long strip up causing you to cry out and your hips to buck, his grip tightened to keep you in place, he brought his tongue back down and licked up again before he sucked your clit into his mouth.

“Noah…oh my god”

He lifted his head.

“No god here baby, just me”

And with that Noah went straight back and your hand went into his hair, feeling like you were floating higher and higher, you threw you head back as you felt his fingers slipping in between your folds, your grip tightened and your rolled your hips onto his mouth, causing him to groan which vibrated up your whole body.

His fingers set up a fast pace while he focused his mouth around your clit, you felt the heat building and your stomach muscles twisted together as you felt your orgasm approaching, your thighs started to shake and you rolled your hips again, practically begging him for what you so desperately needed.

“Noah…I’m going to…to”

The words got stuck in your throat as you let out a cry and your legs clamped around his head as he worked you through your orgasm.

When he lifted his head, his mouth and chin were covered in your juices, which he was very well aware of and pulled you in for a messy kiss, making sure you tasted every part of yourself on his tongue.

Feeling him straining in his trousers, you ran your hands over his front to cup him which caused him to jut his hips forward. Noah wasted no time in stripping himself of his clothes and you gasped at how many tattoos he really had.

You started to trace your fingers gently over his inked neck and chest, trying to take it all in, he was beautiful.

“Thank you”

You blushed when you realised you’d said it out loud but Noah didn’t seem to mind, if anything he was loving you staring at him in awe.

He leant down and pulled you into another kiss, this one a softer than before and he kept one hand on the back of your neck and you felt him line himself up with the other, feeling him stretching your lips with his tip before he started to push forward.

Your moan was lost in his mouth as he stretched you open slowly, your walls clenching down on him immediately.

Noah pulled his lips from yours and rested his head onto yours.

“Fuck….you’re gripping me so tight….shit”

Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him as close as possible, you felt so good you could barely think of anything.

Noah pulled his hips back and set up a steady pace at first, it was slow and deep and you could feel every inch of him inside, but you needed more, you wanted more.

“Noah..fuc…more please”

He kissed you again before bringing his hand up to the back of the sofa, while his other fell down to hold onto your hip, before he thrusted his hips into yours harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room along side your moans and his small groans.

You knew Noah wouldn’t last much longer when you felt his pace start to quicken but become more sloppy, signalling his end was near, he reached his hand down between you both to where you were joined and started to rub firm circles on your clit as he thrusted harder making the sofa move slightly underneath you both.

You looked down to watch his cock, glistening with your slick, thrusting in and out of you and seeing the mess you’d made over him, that was all it took and you felt yourself fall over the edge again under his fingers, tears falling from the corner of your eyes that you’d squeezed shut and body arching up into him while he emptied himself inside you with one last guttural groan from deep within his chest.

Noah let his weight rest down into you and you held him while you both got your breath back, both enjoying the afterglow.

You felt Noah slip out of you slowly and suddenly felt very empty, you clung onto him and he rolled you both onto your sides, thankfully your sofa was big enough to fit you both on.

“I don’t think my legs are working”

Noah laughed and pulled you into his chest while reaching for the throw blanket you had draped over the back of the sofa to lay it over the pair of you.

“I’ll take that a huge compliment”

You snuggled into side and felt very content in his arms.

“You should”

You both lied there together, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies and the blanket that both of you eventually fell asleep.

•••••••

You woke up the next morning to your back being pressed up against Noah’s chest, both of you still naked under the blanket and still curled up on the sofa.

You smiled as you remembered last night, you turned your head to see Noah’s peaceful face, he must have felt you moving as he started to stretch his body out before speaking to you.

Your eyes went wide as you felt a shiver of fear run down your spine at his words.

“Morning angel”

A/N: try and keep any spoilers to a minimum please for those who haven’t read this chapter yet but I look forward to hearing your thoughts!! 🫢🖤

Chapter 7

[dramaticallytotal]

I've Been Around The World! TDWT Rewrite Headcanons: Part Nine

Idea Post Part One Last Part

• This will be true in a lot of my aus, but Izzy was adopted by Noah's mom after she heard of how Izzy's mom treated her. She was prepared to take it to court if she had to, but Izzy's mom willingly terminated her parental rights, and it was deemed the best option for Izzy in the court. So Abbi adopted Izzy. When it was official and she moved in after season two was wrapped up, Izzy cried genuinely for the first time in a long time.

No one on the show besides Eva, Owen, Chris, and Chef know about Izzy and Noah being siblings.

Izzy did not change her last name, though, because it's her grandparents, and she loves her grandparents. Her grandparents are still very upset with their daughter for just terminating her parental rights and not telling them. But they are also grateful to Abbi because they aren't really fit to take care of Izzy due to their age. Plus, her grandma needs around the clock care.

• Izzy is the one to help Noah win the comeback challenge. She knows he's capable of doing it himself, but she wanted to give her bro a boost just in case.

• I said it before, but once again, Owen being voted off just as Noah came back was one of the reasons why he decided, "Fuck it," and became the schemer Chris knew he could be. His sights are immediately set on Blaineley. No way was she staying when she had the biggest hand in Owen's elimination. He immediately began as soon as he and Alejandro were in First Place, so Alejandro got a front row show to Noah scheming.

He's definitely not swooning! You're swooning!

When Blaineley started going around broadcasting the "pros" of forming an alliance with her, Noah immediately went to Chef and basically threatened his father figure that if he joined the shedevil he would have hell to pay. Chef isn't intimidated easily... but the kid is scary when he wants to be.

• Before she was taken off the show, Izzy had/has a habit of biting her friends. Everyone else on the plane was baffled, though, when she did it to Noah, and he just bit her back. Like??? Hello??? (Izzy shows affection through biting, [though she just bites a lot in general], and Noah bites a lot, but he's better at masking the habit than Izzy. But if she is doing it affectionately, then Noah has no problem reciprocating. Actually, to be fair, he is always down to bite back. Affection or not.)

• When Noah was kicked off and on Aftermath, he overheard some of the interns talking about the whole Aleheather plot line and at first he was pissed and hurt and felt like he needed a good cry when he heard the said interns talk about how it was a deal with the show. That had Noah pausing and actively eavesdropping as the interns spoke over the phone (he noticed that now) to interns he knew were on the plane.

They were complaining about how hard it was trying to sell the relationship with Noah on board, and now that he was gone, they could try and focus on it more. But an intern on the plane just laughed at that and went on to gossip about how sad Alejandro was now that Noah was gone.

It gave Noah hope. But he still needed to find proof of this deal.

• Thus, a Team E-Scope heist commences. The target was the Deals folder on the networks computer systems. No hacking would be needed considering Noah knew all the passwords and logins, but he needed enough time to get into an employees only area, then find the computer/editing room and access the system. And he needed no witnesses.

Izzy is so down, and so is Eva, but mainly because she's bored.

• Noah ended up confirming the deal and had never felt happier but then depressed because he realized how he had been avoiding Heather and how he had let Alejandro get between their friendship. He really liked Alejandro, but now he was frustrated because he also really liked being friends with Heather.

This was also a reason he fought so hard to win the comeback challenge. He wanted to fix his relationship with Heather, maybe see if a relationship with Alejandro was possible, and to piss off the producers.

• When Owen was voted off, he was sad because he just got his little buddy back, but before he jumped, he revealed to Alejandro that he knows the guy doesn't like being called Al but Owen did it one purpose and got the others to call him that and that he's not sorry. He gave Noah one last hug before he jumped and laughed maniacally the whole way down as he remembered everyone's shocked faces. But especially Alejandro's.

This may or may not have earned him a teensy weensy bit of Alejandro's respect.

• After he got Blaineley out, Noah's next target was Sierra. Views be damned!!! He is done taking shit and doing what the producers wanted, and he is going to make it everyone's problem. This basically started a chain reaction of Alejandro and Heather putting a stop to their deal because at this point, it wasn't worth it and from their understanding, things were already not going the way the network/producers wanted.

Chris started hosting more like how he wanted than what was expected of him, and he did it all with the biggest smile. The smile may also be because Noah gave him blackmail to use in case his job was threatened.

• No Chinese Fake-Out...well, definitely not the way it happens in Canon. It's still a race and an eating competition, but it's more of a roulette situation where most of the food is great, but one is awful and Chris has to correctly guess who has the awful food. If he guesses correctly, the person is eliminated from the round.

Noah's got this in the bag because his sister Nila likes playing food games at home. Such as challenges from Hell's Kitchen or even the old eating challenges in Survivor, and of course, she roped her siblings into participating.

Alejandro decidedly does not have this in the bag.

Trent is traumatized from his season one eating challenge and is very hesitant to do this. (Yes. Trent makes it to the merge. :D)

• When Sierra was gone, Cody had been so overjoyed that he immediately hugged Noah and kissed his cheek. It probably would have been more than one kiss, but Noah pushed the guy away at the same time Alejandro pulled Noah away. Noah just said the most basic welcome that was a little fond because yeah, Cody was his friend, but Cody couldn't focus on that because Alejandro was glaring at him like his very existence was offending him.

• Now that Chris gets to run the show how he wants, there are way more costumes! For him and the cast!

• Alejandro keeps pulling the, "As your husband..." card with Noah, and even though secretly he is pleased, it still flustered him like no tomorrow, and he just yells, "That marriage was not legally binding!"

Heather is all for this development and responds with, "I was a witness. You're totally married."

• All the viewers are confused about the switch up of dynamics between Alejandro and Heather, but more are all for the new dynamics between Noah and Alejandro.

• Trent and Gwen made the merge instead of Duncan and Courtney! And since they see Noah not give a shit they just decide not to care also and start to flirt with each other as much as they can.

• Sierra got a major talking to once she was on Aftermath about her behavior and had to watch clips of herself. Many of the cast refused to be in the room with her there and waited until her segment was over, and she was escorted away before they came back. Is this the catalyst of change? Maybe.

Next

[mavyunivrse]

— SUPERNATURAL DR. intro

July 1st, 2004 (Last known entry)

The girls are in bed safe, I should calm down. Nothing can get in with how many sigils I drew when we first got to Oregon. The last I saw of them was in California, but that was over 6 months ago now. Nothing could possibly get in. I should stay up just in case.

I’ve been out here for hours and nothing. I need to remember it’s just paranoia. The girls are safe. I’m safe.

I can’t sleep now so I may as well stay up while it’s quiet. 4th of July is soon, the girls haven’t participated? celebrated it before, of course. Last time I did was with all the guys together, my first year in America, 1993. They said it was to give me a real welcome. Still don’t know what the purpose is besides shunned history. We sat in the bar all night, challenging the other at pool. Me and John teamed up and beat Bobby and Rufus. At least they got to beat Noah and Charlie… I can’t remember the last time I wrote about us as a group.

Sunrise in about an hour. I might go out and buy Carters early birthday present and whatever outrageous, patriotic dollar tree finds to joke around. I remember Rufus showing up with ironic ‘true red’ bandanas and thongs once, which was satisfying to throw into a fire after a few drinks. I should go before they ask to come with, it’d be great to see them laugh, especially with how much we’ve been moving around the states. We’ll see the fireworks on the 4th.

Micah

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September 3rd, 2004

Finally got word from John. I had to identify myself a thousand times but he seems to remember me vaguely. He says my evidence is promising and doesn’t believe Micah is dead either, thankfully. I thought that’d take a lot more convincing.

I figured his disappearance had to do with his line of work, and Johns being a lot more open about that stuff than Micah ever was. I know Bobby is concerned a bit too, just from his tone over the phone. But he doesn’t seem to approve much of John teaching me this stuff.

I should be getting back to America by early December. John says I need some sort of training before I go head first into anything, so he says his sons can lead me for a while til I can go on my own, and he should be free by then to help find Micah.

Mavy

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November 12th, 2004

Bobby called, said John is now missing too. It doesn’t seem to be connected to Micah though. This past week I just thought John was being completely unreachable again. Bobby also said I’m gonna have to wait til after Decemeber, he’s not sure when. Johns son lost his girlfriend too, also seemingly not related to Micah.

I’m gonna keep working til I get anymore word.

Mavy

𖤐 — “Bite Sized” About Me’s

Name: Mavy [REDACTED] Age: 20

DOB: 07.05.1984 Species: Human

Nationality: Australian Sign: Taurus

__Affiliates__

Name: Mikhail “Micah” Cybulka Age: 42

DOB: 05.12.1962 Species: Human

Nationality: Russian Sign: Sagittarius

Name: Carter Seymour-Moss Age: 20

DOB: 12.07.1984 Species: Human

Nationality: American Sign: Cancer

𖤐 — Rundown,

- Micah is the only hunter in my family. Starting when he turned 15. He’s kept this area of his life secret.

- Micah, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner, Noah Stilinski & Charlie Swan have been friends for years. Came together to track down a case that stumped officers. An erratic wendigo from Missouri ended up all the way in Washington.

- When Micah disappears, it brings this group back together. The only reason they disconnected a little is because of some tension between John and Micah. It was hard for them to be in the same room for a long period. They were still brothers and willing to help each other, they just had families and different cases over the years.

- Carter is a close friend who grew up in California, where she went to school with Stiles. When her and I were 19, Micah took us in. First living in Louisiana, then California, Washington, and settling in Oregon.

- It’ll be late January of 2004 when I shift. This just helps me with my plot making sense and fitting myself into it.

- I’m not sure how to go about later seasons? I might just not touch it. I want Castiel there, but none of the Chuck/Michael stuff honestly. I’ll probably script Cas is a fallen angel. I like earlier seasons vibes better.

.✦’ —Interlude…

Hey! So I’ve scripted in and out a few things for this dr. I’ve made up new people. Micah being my uncle, Carter being my best friend. I’ve also most definitely added in Charlie Swan from Twilight & Stiles and Noah Stilinki from Teen Wolf.

And scripting for this show is making me realise how much is wrong with it. I still love this show but I’m making myself damn comfortable to live there.

For the most part I’m letting my subconscious fill it all in. If you’re shifting to spn, I’d love to know how you go about scripting everything, especially plot.

Quick lil intro but I hope it was nice to read. I have posts planned to elaborate, but let me know if you wanna know any specifics.

Masterlist.

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[stansthemans]

Can to tell us more about what you think the family dynamics between Ford, fem!Stan and Noah pre-Bill? Would Noah ever become aware that his parents are twins and how would he feel about it?

Pictured: a mama’s boy

I actually have Noah’s character fleshed out a lot more in a wip where Stan is pregnant when she gets kicked out but doesn’t know. She keeps him and has a hard single mom life until Ford’s postcard comes in the mail.

But anyway. Noah. Precious boy. He looks exactly like Ford (the fact that he doesn’t need glasses yet makes him look more like canon baby Stan but like you feel me. They’re identical) and lemme tell you, that is everything to Stan. he has the usual amount of fingers. Stan is kind of bummed by this but ford is very thankful. I really don’t think Ford ever fully gets over that about himself. the older he gets, the more he hides it, pretends it doesn’t bother him, but always inside of him there is that little boy who was bullied so relentlessly and he’s just thankful his son will never have to experience that. Stan has always loved Ford so completely, the extra finger never mattered to her. She loves it because she loves Ford, so she would have been more than ok with their son inheriting that trait.

He’s a great mix of his parents, all their best qualities. He’s crazy brilliant like his dad and fiercely loving like his mom. He’s clever and charming and a rough and tumble little boy who definitely has the most AR points in his entire school. He is also willing to bite the moment the situation calls for it. Is he a little bit of a Mary sue? Sure, but his mom is looking at all the qualities he got from his dad and loving him all the more for it and ford is doing the exact same thing. They’re remembering when things really were perfect and innocent and very much wanting him to be able to hold onto that for as long as possible

As I said before, he’s such a mama’s boy. Like that’s his MOM and he’s her BABY. In this Sort Of Happy family, by the time Noah is old enough to really be aware of things, they’ve moved to gravity falls for ford’s research. The cabin is not too far from town, but it’s still kind of isolated. So even though Noah does go to the local school and everything (Stan insists, Ford thinks he’s more than adequate as their child’s sole teacher), there is that bit of distance from the other people in town. He’s the kid whose dad does weird science shit in the woods and is never allowed to have friends come over. Ford is always working, always researching, so really, all the mundane and day to day stuff, it’s Noah and Stan. they are so close. We see in canon how fast Stan got attached to dipper and Mabel, so just multiply that by 1000 because she carried this little guy inside her and gave birth (which, btw, i’m a sucker for this trope but it was ROUGH. A really rough pregnancy that had Stan terrified the entire time bc she and ford are twins and omg what did they DO this has to be consequences of actions)

It’s definitely different with ford. Ford loves his son, but he’s Ford and therefore not very good with the emotions and letting people know how much they mean to him. Also he knows how smart Noah is so he has high expectations (cycles of abuse, anyone? He’s definitely not Filbrick but there’s some echos) And Noah loves his dad too but there’s an edge there, especially the older he gets. Because he starts to notice things. He notices Ford have less and less time for them. He notices the hushed but harsh voices his parents sometimes hiss at each other. He notices how sometimes his mother looks like her heart is broken even though she’s doing her best to smile through it. There’s definitely resentment there, and it makes things really awkward sometimes.

He does know that his parents are twins. I’m really torn between him figuring it out on his own or Stan telling him. (In my other wip, she tells him bc he’s struggling with not having a dad and bc not being truthful destroyed her relationship with her brother. She’s willing to take whatever hurts her son might throw at her, but it’s going to be because of the truth this time). If Ford was ok with telling him, i think it would come from a practicality adn also paranoid mindset. He thinks Noah would need to know because he would need to never say anything wrong, anything that could ever risk Stan being taken away from Ford (unfortunately, i think for ford, Noah being taken away is the secondary concern, something he would remember to be worried about later). If it’s Stan telling him, again, it’s because the truth matters, at least between her and her son. Lying and hiding is what she has to do with Ford. If she’s really truthful with him, they aren’t Sort Of Happy, and she has to have Sort Of Happy because the alternative is unthinkable. So whether they tell him or he figures it out, Noah knows, and it’s kind of rough for him but also kind of not. At the end of the day, those are his parents, who he loves. Like his mom, it’s family first (at least the family that matters. His grandparents and uncle Shermie do not know about him and both ford and Stan are doing their damnedest to keep it that way)

I feel like maybe I’m too mean to Ford sometimes, but I really feel like with Stan, he’s a loving parental figure despite his own parents. Ford, bless him, he’s internalized everything in a bad way. He decides something is a certain way and he’ll do whatever mental gymnastics he needs to rationalize it. He resented the expectations but like, he was capable of meeting them, so why would the same not be true of his own very capable son? And pre-portal Ford definitely has some of that men vs women traditional roles going on. A man can love his family but he doesn’t need to coddle them, especially not his son because if he does, how will his son grow up tough enough to face the very very tough world. His mommy can’t protect him forever. But again, I just really think Ford’s ego and arrogance are so astounding that he needs to be really and truly humbled by some very bad things happening before he can really understand what he’s got right in front of him. He needs to be faced with truly losing everything to realize how much he has and to decide that he’s going to do a 180 and treasure the absolute hell out of it. It’s a lot like what AH said about the Stans canon ending. Did they deserve a happy ending? Maybe not, but the kids sure did, adn they wouldn’t have that happy ending if the grunkles didn’t get theirs.

[kats-kradle]

ahhh hello! i'm the one who commented on your er fanfic (absolutely loved it, by the way.) and it's so relieving to see more people join the fandom,.,

who's your favorite so far?

boy oh boy you’ve won a rant about ER! Buckle in it’s gonna be a ride. I’ve seen 8 full episodes but my thoughts are Many.

First off thank you so much for your kind words about my fic! I really wasn’t expecting anyone to read it and definitely not the same day I posted it lol since the show is like 30 years old. So it was a nice surprise thank you!

To make a short answer very long, I had heard about the show when my mom told me about the episode where Carter and Lucy get stabbed. It was related to the conversation in some way but I remembered that because. Well. Whump. Fast forward many years I’m now watching the Librarians tv show. It’s funny. It’s good. I love Noah Wyle. He’s a great actor. I wonder if he’s been in anything else so I search him on tumblr and lo and behold the stabbing episode!! I am elated and it is a strange full circle moment. I then search on YouTube for all the Carter whump clips I can find. Then I’m watching all the Carter clips I can find. Then I’m watching other clips and I want to write for this show but I figure I should have some basic information so I find the first season and I get sucked in and—

Carter. It’s Carter. He’s such a puppy of a man. I love how the hospital staff have collectively adopted him. Noah Wyle is an amazing actor my favorite thing about him is how fast he can go from a comedic beat to a serious one. He’s got RANGE man.

Anyways now you get to hear my thoughts on the other characters too!

I like Greene a lot. He set the tone well in the first episode (see what I did there ahaha) and he gives fatherly vibes. He’s just a nice guy. I love his friendship with Ross too it’s really believable that they are friends. I don’t like Greene’s wife she acts like she’s trying to seduce him is every scene instead of actually dealing with their problems?? Ma’am that’s your husband stop batting your eyelashes and biting your lip your making me uncomfortable. Honestly I skip through most of their scenes because I am Uncomfortable.

I liked Ross at first. I found his immaturity endearing up until when he went to Carol’s house to try and win her back. I was cheering when she chased him down to chew him out. Now I just think he’s a bit of a jerk because he won’t leave Carol alone.

Carol is my girl. She needs to decide what she wants but she’s my girl. It was really a bold move for the show to start off with such a heavy topic such as a suicide attempt of a close friend, but they handled it really well. I love her and wish the best for her, but girl make up your mind about which guy you want to be smooching.

Benton isn’t as bad as I thought he was from the clips I saw. He’s a bit brusk but he really does seem to care about Carter and his experience as a student. He seems like a good teacher and he does give out praise and comfort when required. He’s also a good student too. He seems to take his own critiques gracefully, even if it’s clear they get to him. I loved the part where Sarah was like “you’re just mad because you want to sleep with me” and he was like “not only do I NOT want to sleep with you, the thought has NEVER crossed my mind” what a mic drop moment.

I feel bad for Lewis and the situation with her sister but more importantly girl get away from that psychologist can you not see how pompous he is??? I don’t like that man. Bad man. Go away man.

I like how the show feels so real. Ofc I know there’s a ton of medical inaccuracies, but the interactions between the cast members feel real and it really elevates the show to another level. I think so far they’re doing a good job of handling sensitive issues too like suicide attempts, rape, racism, etc. I’m probably not gonna watch the whole thing but for now I’m hooked and scheming other fics to write.

ANYWAY who’s your favorite character? What are your thoughts on the show? I already know all the major spoilers so don’t worry about trying to keep it unspoiled for me

[v0rewhxre]

Your writing is so good, pls keep it up! Also if possible could you do headcanons or smth for Noah taking the reader (his so/gf) virginity ?

Of Course!!!

I will write it as a head cannon!

18+ MDNI

CW: [protected p in v, mentions of m and reader oral, slight praising, mention of condoms and lube, mentions of penetration, mentions of sexual positions, mentions of taking virginity, implied unprotected p in v]

This one was a little harder for me to write cause my first time was absolutely terrible! I hope y'all enjoy it :)

You were always embarrassed that you had waited so long to have sex, but you trusted that waiting for the right person was the correct path for you. And when you started dating your boyfriend, Noah, you felt the timing was correct.

Noah knew it was a big deal, but didn't want to make you feel 'othered' cause of your choice to wait. He would never push for anything, and you often pulled away when things got a little too intense. But one day, you just WANTED Noah and you wanted ALL of him.

You took an everything shower for the first time and boy was it TEDIOUS! You shaved everything, used exfoliant, washed your hair, washed your body, and made sure everything was smelling perfect. You used lotion on your entire body, brushed your hair, and put comfortable clothes complete with cute undergarments that you knew Noah would love.

Noah also spent a lot of time preparing. He made sure his room was spotless and lit your favorite candle. He grabbed a towel just in case there were sex juices everywhere. And of course, his bed had clean sheets and was nicely made. Noah took his everything shower, though not as intensely as yours, he wanted to make sure he smelt great. Noah bought you flowers, placing them in a vase on his desk. He wanted to make it a big deal, but not draw too much attention to the big moment that was about to take place.

Of course Noah had the most perfect playlist, full of all your favorite slower songs and some he added for their sensuality. He even threw a few Bad Omens songs in there for haha's to lighten the mood.

When you arrived, you felt awkward for the first time in your relationship with Noah. The air was a little heavier, and you were on edge. Noah gave you small touches as you made your way to his room, putting his hand on the small of your back and holding your hand. When you walked in your heart filled with love. He bought you tulips, your favorite flower, and the room smelled so heavenly that you felt you were floating on a cloud. He even had your favorite song playing quietly in the background. His LED's were set on white, but were dimmed to a lower level.

You were very nervous. Noah gave you lots of kisses, even humming along with the playlist to keep the nerves down. He was very verbal in asking if you wanted to continue, making sure you consented to each thing he did. He asked if certain things felt good, adjusted if it didn't. He tried to give you oral, but you weren't quite comfortable with that intimacy yet.

You weren't quite confident in doing things for Noah. You had given him oral a few times, and had even snuck a few handjobs at the movies but never when you were this nervous. Noah was patient and kind as you figured out the rhythms and movements he needed, praising you with 'Like that, yes I love that' and 'Good girl'.

Noah bought 'For Them' condoms to make sure there were all the ridges for extra pleasure for his partner. He wanted to make sure you felt as good as possible. The condom also had lube on it, and he even bought more lube on the side just in case. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect, pleasurable, and comfortable as possible.

When it was finally time, Noah entered you very slowly. You were in missionary, a classic first sexual position and one where Noah had control to please you. At first he put just the tip in, and moved inch by inch until you took him all the way in. You were slightly embarrassed by your body's reaction, it wasn't something you had experienced yet, but Noah didn't seem to mind. He waited a few minutes for you to adjust, receiving a verbal cue that you were ready.

As he proceeded to do slow soft thrusts for a few minutes, your body needed him in different ways. Your nerves were replaced by pleasure you had never experienced. It was deeper, more intense, and you wanted to chase the feeling for eternity. Noah gave you soft kisses the entire time but once you bit his lip and started practically sucking his face, Noah understood. His pace quickened, thrusts becoming harder and deeper. And Oh that felt GREAT.

You had always heard losing your virginity could be painful and usually you wouldn't feel pleasure, but what society didn't always mention is that it could be amazing when you loved/trusted someone. And you loved and trusted Noah a lot.

"I think I am gonna cum" you whispered in Noah's ear. You weren't really sure, but the way your body felt and the noises coming from under the blanket were evident something was near.

"Me too" is all you heard before you both crashed over the edge. You moaned so loudly that you were sure his roommates heard, but you did not care because Noah also moaned just as loudly. You came together, with Noah's lips pressed to yours. His thrusts were sloppy but still worked you through the orgasm you had.

When the pleasure dulled, and you were both panting, you looked in his eyes and said "Thanks for making that special, I love you" and Noah responded "I love you more than I love anything, thanks for making my life feel special".

Noah provided the best aftercare ever, using the towel to clean you up. He made sure that you peed afterwards. He ran a bath for you to relax in, allowing your body to 'cool' down. Of course... the bath was the perfect opportunity to practice riding Noah...

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Hope you enjoy!

[13916-62mae22]

Life and Lemons

fandom: PLAVE pairings: various x reader genre: somber to upbeat; emotive word count: 300 to 1k prompt: "When life gives you lemons, what does he do?"

Life throws a lot of things at you. Hardships are hard to overcome and things can always go wrong. You’ve had your share of them, shouldering them alone and bearing the brunt of the worse.

But now things are different. You have someone you can depend on and lean on. And when you see them fall, you’re there to help.

Yejun: tries to keep upbeat and positive, but it all crumbles when it finally goes wrong

It happened so fast. You don’t remember how it all started, but you remember when it all came apart.

You had met up with the members of PLAVE at a restaurant outside of the city, where not too many eyes were on you all. The night started off great; everyone was having fun and eating and drinking to their heart's content, but as the night went on you felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, but was stopped by Yejun tugging at your sleeve.

“Do you need to have someone go with you?” His cheeks were pink and his smile wide.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his question. “And do what? Watch me go? I can take care of myself!”

You stumbled into the bathroom and when you were finished, you made your way to the sink. As you lathered soap into your hands, a figure appeared behind you.

“Oh excuse me, you have a loose strand of string on you.”

You looked around to see a girl reaching out to pick a stray piece of black string off of your sweater. 

"Oh, thank you." You bowed your head in thanks and rinsed your hands. As you opened the door and stepped out, you thought you heard something.

"Pesky little bitch…"

You felt your blood go cold and suddenly the alarms in your head began to ring. That person. She knows something.

You kept moving, back to your table, afraid that she might notice that you heard. Yejun noticed how pale your face was, sobering up as he did, and whispered something in Noah's ear. He nodded in agreement and got up to pay the bill. 

As you approached the table, you noticed how all five of them were getting their things. Yejun handed you the coat you wore. 

"What's going on?" You looked at the other four as they trudged to the door, whining and leaning on each other.

"We got full, so we thought it might be best to head back." He smiled down at you, linking arms with you and led you to the door.

"Back?" You could feel the words slur in your mouth. "Back where?"

Before Yejun could answer, you heard a voice call out.

"Excuse me!"

The two of you freeze and a look you've never seen before dawns on Yejun's face: fear.

The pieces click together and you had an inkling to what was happening. Yejun, you mouth quietly. Do you want to go?

His eyes soften at this and he softly nods. Without hesitation, you grip his arm and confidently strode toward the door. The voice gets louder as they do.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!!"

You both make it out the door and speed towards the group as they stood waiting for them down the street.

Noah notices the look on both of your faces and hurries to meet you both in the middle. He grabs both of your arms, comfortably but his muscles are tense with fear.

"Where are they?" His face uncharacteristically serious. "Are they-?"

"Yejun-oopa!"

The three of you turn to see the girl you met in the bathroom. Noah places himself between you two and the girl. Bamby and Eunho also stepped forward, placing you and Yejun in the middle of the group.

"I don't know who you are, but you need to leave." Noah warned, his phone already out and ready to dial emergency services.

“But, Noah-hyung–” The girl had tears in her eyes, her arms and hands clutched to her chest.

“Do not call me that. Please leave.” Noah growled.

You looked in between the group and the girl, who you can only deduce as a stalker. You held Yejun close, feeling him shake and shudder. Wiping your phone out, you dial emergency services, not waiting another second.

“It’s not fair!” She suddenly shouted. "I've liked Yejun-oopa since he debuted and yet, they get to be around him?!"

You tense up at the sudden turn. She was coming at you now?

"Hello, what is your emergency?" The voice called out from your phone.

Bamby heard the operator and gently took the phone from your ear, softly speaking to the person on the other side.

Now it was your turn to tremble. But not out of fear–out of anger. How could this girl assume so much of Yejun and then push herself onto him?

The more you glared at the girl, the more you received right back. Her face turned red and her face scrunched up as she glared at you. 

Before anyone could do anything else, Bamby stepped forward and held out your phone in hand.

"Police are on their way. We have your photo, so you better stay put and corporate."

Within 20 minutes, the situation was resolved and Yejun told everyone the truth. Since Yejun had debuted, he had been receiving creepy letters and requests. They had a feeling who it was, but it only got worse as time went on. VLAST had sent a cease and desist and even put a restraining order. But none of it worked. Noah had known since the beginning and had been helping Yejun.

The pressure and situation had built up so much that Yejun was afraid to go out anymore, but everyone had helped him and supported him so he kept his hopes up. But everything crumbled as soon as it happened.

With all of his feelings, tears spilled from his eyes. 

You watched Yejun break down and did the only thing you could do: you went up and hugged him. The others joined in too. With several pairs of arms wrapped around him, Yejun couldn't help but cry harder into your shoulder. 

The next couple of weeks were tiring. The girl was put on house arrest and even more legal action was out into making Yejun safe.

And throughout the entire thing, you leant a shoulder for Yejun to support on.

Noah: keeps going, but is crestfallen

Noah sighed for the umpteenth time from across the room. You looked up from your computer, staring at him hard from your spot. He was slumped against his recording desk, head leaning on his arm as he clicked away at nothing.

Another sigh escaped his mouth.

“Alright, what happened?” You got up and leaned against his desk, arms open to receive him. “You’ve been sighing all day. Are you ok?”

He leaned into you, eyes closed and breath shaky. He stayed that way for a while, and you didn’t press him. You had a feeling of what this might be about, but you didn’t want to say anything until he tells you.

You soothed him while he recovered; rubbing his back, combing his silky hair between your fingers, planting kisses every now and then to mix things up. Eventually, he rubbed his face on your abdomen. This was a sign that he was done moping, and he was collecting himself.

“I haven’t gotten any word from any of them yet.”

Them. The music industry.

Noah had been trying so hard to sell himself to get a label or a company to back him as a solo artist, but nothing was clicking for anyone. For him. He would always joke that his place was too much since he decked it out with his own recording studio and that selling his place would be at a high price.

But you both didn’t want that.

He wanted to write and compose music, singing to his heart's content. And you wanted him to do it. It was his dream that you dreamt of. A dream you wanted him to achieve.

You rub his back again, drawing imaginary circles across his shoulders.

“I’m sure that they’re just busy,” You muse, hoping to give him any hope. “You’ve been working hard, so you can wait a little longer to get a reply. Don’t worry.”

You were right. The patience paid off in the end.

By the end of the month, Noah had received a call from Yejun, a friend who they had met earlier that year. He offered a job to Noah to be a part of a group. He would be one of the lead composers and would be offered a deal.

The two of you celebrated that night, inviting Yejun over. His dream was about to come true.

Eunho: fitness 

You checked the clock on your phone once again. It’s getting late and you’re getting worried.

Eunho hasn’t come home yet from his run.

Thunder clouds rolled across city lights and rumbled across the floor as you stared outside, looking for a familiar head of white. The rain began to pour, and you could only watch helplessly from inside. A streak of white passed by and you felt your heart jump.

You ran across your apartment, grabbing towels and a pair of clothes before skidding to your front door, finding yourself face to face with your boyfriend. His usually styled hair hung wet, and his clothes clung to his skin. The look in his eyes was vacant, but he was surprised to see you at the door, nonetheless.

“You’re back!” You threw a towel over his head, rubbing it as you did. “I was so worried! Where did you go? Never mind, I don’t care—I'm so glad you’re safe!”

You wrapped another towel over his shoulders and ushered him into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and watched as he went through the motions in a daze. Something must have happened. Something bad.

You gently asked him if he needed any help and he shook his head, drops of water falling from strands of hair as he did. You left to give him privacy, peeking in to see if he got in ok. You gathered all of the blankets and pillows into the living room, dumped them onto the couch, and switched the T.V. on, turning the volume low. You stopped by the bathroom door every now and then to listen for the tell-tale signs of the shower running and once it stopped, you went into the kitchen.

The sound of clicking and then a small whoosh of the stove echoed in the apartment. You poured some milk into a saucepan and waited for the liquid to start boiling. It was an odd smell to take in, but then a sweet smell wafted through the apartment. Honey was added and stirred into the pot. Once done, you brought over two hot cups with a cinnamon stick poking out from the rim of the cup.

Eunho stood at the edge of the living room, a soft gaze pointed at you. You set the cups down and gently led him over to the couch, setting him in the middle of the fabric nest.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as you listened to the faint sound of thunder, rain, and the soft voices coming from the tv. You leaned into each other, wrapped in their own comfort and sipped on hot drinks. 

“Thank you,” his voice small and quivering as he buried himself more into your arms. “It’s been...really hard lately.”

“I know,” you brushed his hair out of his eyes, stroking his forehead. “Just get some rest.”

Bamby: gets silent upset, but lets it out through work

You silently watched Bamby from across the room. He was quiet. A little too quiet. Usually, he’d come home and start chattering away about his day, throw in a complaint every now and then, and whine about dinner.

But for the past week, all he did was sit on the couch and scroll mindlessly on his phone until bedtime.

You knew what happened. Well, not technically. You know something happened, but if you bring it up, it might make him sulk more. You had gotten a text from Yejun-hyung earlier that week about Bamby. Something had happened and now he was working tirelessly until he went home.

Gathering up your courage, you walked over to the kitchen and made some popcorn. This would perk Bamby’s attention and when you were done, he would bound over and ask if he could have some. This plan was foolproof.

And it happened like that exactly. When he wrapped his arms around your waist, he popped the question.

“Did you make enough for me too?”

You chuckled and handed him his own bowl. He cheered excitedly and ran back to the couch, peppering you with questions with what movie or show you should watch. You sat next to him and watched as he scrolled through his options.

“Bonngu?” You suddenly felt nervous as you called his name.

“...yeah?” His eyes still glued to the T.V.

“Are you ok?”

“...”

He stopped scrolling, his arm falling limp into his lap. His mouth was pressed into a fine line and the silence practically echoed. You waited patiently for his reply, as you always did. He would say it when he was ready.

Finally, he shook his head. His head hung low, and you could see the tears begin to well up in his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You gently placed your hand on his. He rubbed the back of your hand for a little bit and then finally spoke.

“...not yet. Can we watch a movie first?”

You smile. “Of course, you can tell me when you’re ready.”

And as soon as the movie was over, you did.

Hamin: works harder/overworking 

You could tell he was overworking himself. It was his first time working in a group together and you knew he wanted to make a good impression. But you were worried.

He keeps insisting that he needs to do his part and that he wasn’t doing enough, but from what you heard, he was doing great already! It was the last straw when he came home, almost hosting a fever.

“Haminie-ah! You need to slow down; you’re going to hurt yourself!” You tried to block him from leaving the bedroom, but his large frame only squeezed past you.

“I’m...alright,” He poured hot water into his yuja tea. “I just need to work harder.”

You clicked your tongue and furrowed your eyebrows. This stubborn boy! You reached for your phone and dialed Yejun’s phone number. He picked it up and greeted you cheerfully.

“Listen, I know you are all very busy, but can you please convince Hamin to take the day off?” You pleaded with him quietly. “He has a fever and won’t rest!”

“What are you talking about?” Yejun sounded confused on the other side. “I told him to rest two days ago—has he been coming back since then?”

Apparently, Noah and Eunho let him stay and work a little bit. Yejun and Bamby had no clue. Yejun apologized profusely and told you that they were going to take a little break due to the holidays anyway.

Soon after you ended the call with Yejun, Hamin received a text from the PLAVE group chat that they were going to take a break until after the new year. You watch Hamin deflate and trudge his way over to where you were. His eyes were rimmed red, and his cheeks were swollen. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was pouting or if it was from his fever.

“I’m sorry for making you worried.” He grumbled. “Yejun-hyung told me that you were contacting them.”

You rub his arms, guilt washing over you. “I know, I’m sorry too. I was just worried you were overworking yourself. And you did! Please be more careful next time.”

“I just...” His frowned deepened. “I want to do good—I want to impress them! I don’t want to be a burden to the team.”

“You’re already doing an amazing job!” You smiled gently at him, tugging at his hands. “The others were just boasting about you to me, so I know you are.”

Hamin let a smile crack through, and you cheered at the sight.

[starsomens]

Can you write something based on Death of Peace of Mind? It’s so smut potential 🫠🫠🫠

Note: ABSOLUTLY. I'll be involving the lyrics but not in the bad relationship way yk?? i hope that makes sense

Warnings: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!! SMUT! Dirty talk, penetration, dominant Noah, Oral (Female receiving), semi rough sex, knd of mirror sex??, slight degrading, i-miss-you-sex, based on the song but not in the "bad relationship" way. use protection!

You were currently waiting at the terminal for the boys to show up. This was a surprise however for Noah! You had spoken with jolly before the left and he sent you all the travel information.

Leaving was always the harder part for you both. He would love for you come with him, but touring is a job and a half. He wouldn’t want to stress you out or work you to the bone. So you’d say you prolonged and sometimes tearful Goodbye, praying it goes by quicker than you think.

You watch the screen carefully for his flight to be announced. You shuffle from side to side both excited and nervous. The door of his flight lights up and it meant he was coming soon. You made sure you were away from the crowd but also somewhere he could see you clearly.

A familiar tall male had entered the terminal and you had to refrain yourself from running to him. He hasn’t noticed you just yet, so you carefully wave at jolly. He whispered something to Noah and he looked around confused. His eyes finally met yours and your face breaks into a large smile as he walks to you quickly.

“Baby” he nearly whispers as he captures you in his arms for a long hug. He straightens out and lifts you from the ground slightly. He face comes from out of your shoulder to kiss you deeply. Oh how he missed kissing you like this.

“Baby..Princess…sunshine..” he says between kisses to your lips “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too baby. A lot” you say as your eyes water a bit. His large thumbs coming to wipe them away. After your small reunion you say hello to the rest of the band and find your way to luggage. The entire time was filled with hugs and kisses whenever you could get them. After getting your luggage you actually split in the parking lot since you had driven there. The drive back was mostly catching up, kisses at the red light, pictures, and even some new tshirts he had saved for you.

Once you had gotten home you were trying to open the door but someone had started to get handsy. His large figure encasing yours as his hands wonder your body. As if he was trying to memorize the map of your body again

"Noah, baby we gotta get inside first" you chuckle as you felt his digits crawl under your shit and massage the flesh. His lips finding their place on your neck.

"Y/N, baby. I've been gone from you for too long to be patient, I need you." he whispers into your ear. You could feel him hardening as he pulled you closer. Finally you had gotten the door open and were able to get inside. Lips never leaving one others as clothes wore torn off and forgotten on the floor. You make your way up the stairs as best as you can, stumbling one or two times Refusing to break contact. Once in his room, the door was closed and you were pushed onto the bed.

"Fuck princess, I fucking missed you" he groans as he kissed down your body. he came to his knees and pulled down your panties. "I missed how you taste." without hesitation he pulls your knees on to his shoulders and dove into your pussy like a starved man.

"Oh fuck! Noah Please!" you throw your head back on to the bed as you relish in the feeling of him eating you out. He's said it before and will prove it over and over again, he loved eating you out. He loved how he could have control over your pleasure, make you squirm, moan and loose control. One hand sat on your thigh, keeping you open for him, while the other moved up and down you leg caressing your knee every now and then.

Your fingers scratch and pull at his scalp as he lapped at your clit. His lips wrap around the sensitive bundle and sucks on it roughly. You felt something prodding at your entrance, Noah then slips in his middle and ring finger.

"You take me so easy baby. So wet, just for me." he watches as his digits pump in and out of you

"Noaaahhh~" you whine as he curls his fingers to brush against that spot

"Yea baby, let me hear you." he smirks giving small licks to your clit "Gonna cum for me? Like my good girl? Cum for me." your hips buck into his mouth as you feel yourself come closer. He could feel how you constrict around him, he knew you were close. His fingers rub against your spot and his lips suck on your clit pushing you over the edge. Coating his fingers in your cum, he pulls them out and gives a long lick to your aching pussy.

"Your taste, it's addictive" he said coming up from the floor "Now, on your hands and knees baby" as you flip over his hand comes down for a firm spank on your ass. You jump with a surprised squeak

He slides himself into the heat of your walls and groans from the tightness. You let out a weak moan from the fulness of his dick, but also the sensitivity from your last orgasm.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight. God I missed you so much" In this moment, he couldn't help but remember his performance whenever he was singing those famous lyrics. Every time he sung. those words all he could think about were moments like this. You're most passionate and intimate moments together and how he missed them when he was on tour. It felt like he almost couldn't breathe without it. He missed you. Your touch, the way you tasted, the way you moan his name, the way you'd crumble in his hold, everything.

His hands comes to your shoulder and pushed you down to the mattress. The meat of your ass pressing into his hips just how he liked it.

"Look at yourself princess" he comes down to your shoulder and whispers as he laid kisses to the skin "look how you were made for me. This pussy is mine, you're mine." he pulls out nearly half way and plunges back in. He finds a steady rhythm, his hips meeting your ass, the erotic sound of skin against skin fill the room.

"that's it, my good little slut" he pants focusing on either the mirror or your figure

"Ah Noah! Right there!"

"Yea baby...fuck! Say my name!" he growls picking up his pace "I fucking missed that...say my name."

"N-Noah...fuck " you whimper out "Noah I'm close!" you whine. The familiar feeling of a tight knot formed in your stomach. Another wave of sweet ecstasy was just in reach. But of course, the man you loved pulls out just when you were ready to cum

"Noah!!" you whine from the throb he left behind. He chuckles at your frustration and sits on the bed facing the mirror. His legs hanging over the edge

"Come get on me baby. I know you miss fucking this way" if he wasn't right you'd be pissed. Crawling over you straddle him with your back facing him. You hold his dick in place as you sit down on the length and sigh feeling him much deeper than the last position you were in. His hands roam up your body and cup your breast and give them a squeeze.

"Yea just like that baby. Fuck yourself on me" he encourages you as he sucks on your neck, leaving his mark over your skin. "Fuck princess. My dirty little princess, likes watching herself me huh?" he growls with a nip to your ear

"Y-yes Noah!~" Noah meets your hips half way, buckingupwards, filling the room with sinful noises.

"Fuck! Squeeze me just like that! Where...do you, want my cum?" he asks feeling himself come close to bursting

"Inside, please....p-please baby" you moan as you ride him harder, his tip hitting your cervix

"..fuck, fuck baby! I'm gonna...cuming!" his arm wrapping around your waist keeping your close to his own body as his other hand turns your face his way to hold you in a kiss. He filled you so deliciously, to the brim just how you remembered. he pulls out of you carefully and you turn around. His lips kissing yours again but much sweeter and softer, as if he were making up for the rougher sex.

"How about a nice shower to clean up?" you offer

"So we could make another mess in the bathroom?" he laughs

"Ha ha, only if you help clean after"

"Anything for you babes" he kisses your cheek." and stands with you to walk over to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

BONUS:

"moonlight?" you ask as your head laid on his chest

"Yes sunshine?" he reciprocated your nickname

"why were you quoting your song while we had sex?" you asked taking notice

"Oh, cause that's how I feel when I'm away from you. I miss every aspect of you and its the 'death of peace of my mind' " he air quotes

"Awh my romantic man" you kiss where his heart lays

"You know you love it" he smiles holding you closer to him

"Yes I do"

「✨Taglist✨」 @lilhobgobbler @cncohshit @vir-tual

[astridkai]

My Thoughts on the Romanceable Characters in Coral Island

This is going to be part one with the men + Raj. Merfolk will be their own post because this got long. I also start a little mean, please stay with me here-

DISCLAIMER!!: I am not done with all the heart events, so this is subject to change! I'm also still on my first playthrough. Please don't take anything personally if I don't like your favorite character, it's a game and not that serious. Most of my bad reviews are focused more on being funny than trying to prove a character is "bad". I really love this game and all the characters! These are just my current thoughts (or lack thereof) on them.

Ben

Starting off strong because I hate this man. First of all, he reminds me of an ex so I immediately dislike him a little bit. Then he was gone a whole season and had the audacity to send me an errand in the mail. But that doesn't go into my main problem with him (spoilers for his heart events).

He has a 20-some-odd year old duck named Fun Bucket. Cute, right? Well poor little Fun Bucket fall ill. Tragic! Heartbreaking! What does Ben do? Maybe take his beloved companion to the ranchers (that live like a 10 minute walk away from him) that probably know something about vet care? Maybe try getting some animal medicine? Possibly see if maybe there's food he can feed to help Fun Bucket feel better? None of the above!

This guy just wraps him in a blanket, sits him outside with a TV (which in my game was the middle of winter), and feeds the duck pizza. Pizza. Ducks, notoriously, shouldn't be eating bread! What is pizza? Bread with toppings. Then he waits an absurd amount of time to stop being in denial about Fun Bucket needing medical attention and takes the duck-- duck. D-U-C-K. Duck, the bird-- to a HUMAN DOCTOR to figure out whats wrong with him.

It made me dislike him strongly, I would not trust that man on my farm with my beloved animals. Ever.

Charles

I'm not done with his heart events, so right now he's just kinda...there? The sneezing and dying in spring and refusing to take an antihistamine (per a dialogue line from Yuri I got like once) is very real of him.

Kenny

Kenny!!! I love him so much :D! Planning on romancing him (maybe, undecided still). He won me over with a dialogue about a wasp, because I love bugs and I think people need more empathy for them. I love how he likes animals and nature so much, because so do I. And from what I can tell, he seems very sweet!

Luke

I am done with his heart events, and honestly? Just there, and has rich parents. He has a really cute dog, Taco is great. During the winter fair he has a line about staying with Taco on the beach while he takes a nap, and I thought that was cute.

Mark

I made a post about his reaction to getting a loved gift on his birthday, and it cursed him in my game forever. If I get his actual dialogue, it's a miracle sent by Hell to taunt me. His dialogue box is just a blank white screen and clicking off gives a quick flash of whatever the last NPC I talked to said. According to my save, Mark doesn't exist anymore.

Noah

He's cute and sweet! I thought the scene in the library about the fairy he was researching was fun. I was going to romance him, but he is so worried about leaving his mom alone and her possibly getting hurt that I felt bad at the idea of making him move out.

Pablo

No. The first thing he says to me is "Damn, I wasn’t expecting you to look like THIS" immediately no. Absolutely not. Then I get to his heart events and this man has atrocious listening skills! His brother doesn't want to feel ignored. What does he do? Ignores every aspect of his brother and brings him to things that Pablo, and only Pablo (exaggerated), enjoys! When finally confronted about this his first response is just "What's the difference?" WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!? Sure he fixes it in the end, but still don't like it. No.

Rafael

He seems sweet, and I relate to him a lot from what I've seen. He is also glitched- I'll probably romance him in a different playthrough. I think he's very interesting and from what I've seen on here is very husband worthy, just...he will only talk to me about the Wind Gate opening. I am so hoping for that to be fixed in a patch/update.

Raj

Almost didn't like them because of the coffee obsession. But then their dialogue lines started to be about other things, and I fell in love with them. And the coffee thing became endearing when I learned more about Raj. 100% going to marry them in my next save (I might film that one, unsure). Actively making an OC to ship them with.

Scott

I don't run into him much so he's kinda there. I do like that his personality seems a little unfit to his interest (at least that's the consensus I've seen some people have, I don't totally agree with it but moving on), I think it makes him a little more interesting. I will not be romancing him ever because he has the same name as a family member and that feels weird.

Surya

Another one I was going to romance! I really liked that he moved to the island shortly before the Farmer did, I think that it'd be fun to think about Surya and the Farmer figuring out the island together. Only reason I didn't actually romance him is I don't like having kids on my first saves in farming sims (no valid reason for that btw) and he has a line about wanting the coral reefs to be around for his future kids to enjoy so I felt bad.

Theo

I'm trying really hard to have an opinion on him that is more than just "I like that he likes music and also he's hot" but I can't right now. I'll blame this on sleep deprivation and come back in 3-5 business days if a thought forms.

Wakuu

His relationship with his dad reminds me a little of my relationship with my mom. Seeing Wakuu being able to make some amends with his dad and his dad actually acknowledging he messed up was something that made me feel hopeful for my own life. That has made Wakuu an important character to me.

Not all my ideas are fleshed out because I'm not done with all the events!! I also just don't interact much with some of them (like Theo, Scott, and Luke). If I play on a different save and romance some of them, my opinions will probably change. Thank you for reading this far, I appreciate it :)

[shittyassffblog]

Free bird - Part 3

I can’t, y’all are SO NICE I love you 😭 idk how many parts this is gonna be, but I’m gonna keep writing till I don’t got no more to write about lol, if you want to request something def just do so! Or if you just wanna ask me something, I would absolutely love that!

Part 1 and 2

P.S. You're definitely supposed to sing Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd as you read the title. It's what I do.

@blackveilomens

Warnings: oral (f receiving), not much else as far as I know.

As you were driving over to Noah’s house you talked easily about random things you’d usually talk about. Right now no one would suspect that Noah had just been all up in your guts less than 20 minutes ago, it also seemed like both you and Noah had forgot.

Soon you were at his house and you both stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. Noah unlocked the door and went inside, holding the door open for you. He yelled out to his roommates that he was home.

"Finally, did Y/N's date go so bad you had to stay there?" Jolly yelled back and you could see a tinge of red across his cheekbones. You giggled at that as you walked into the kitchen where you found Jolly.

"Something like that." Said Noah who walked quickly into his bedroom.

"Hey friend, how are you?" Jolly asked as he hugged you.

"Oh you know, pretty good." You said as you smiled back at him.

"Did Noah make you feel better about your date?" He asked and you nodded.

"Mhm, much better." You said and he smiled at you as he sat down beside you. You and Jolly talked as you waited for Noah to be ready.

"Alright I'm ready!" Noah exclaimed as he came out of his room in fresh clothes.

"Did you just change into a different white t-shirt and different pair of black shorts?" You asked and he looked at you with big eyes.

"The socks are a different colour." He said sheepishly and you and Jolly burst out laughing. He walked over to you and you hugged him, still chuckling.

"C'mon, let's get going. Gonna need that ice cream you promised." You said and he nodded. You both said bye to Jolly as you went out the door and this time Noah was driving.

When you got to the mall you immediately went to get an ice cream each, sitting by the water fountain and talking. Noah was explaining the details of their next tour and you were listening intently, your heart sinking a little at the thought of him leaving again. You always felt sad when he left, he's your best friend and sometimes you need him to figure out your problems. But this time it felt different, like it hurt more. You thought it was probably because you now were single so you wanted to keep him close, in case something happened.

"But I'm honestly really excited about the Bring Me tour in the UK, it's gonna be awesome." He said finally and you smiled at him.

"Yeah I mean doing a tour with the biggest metal core band ever is probably the coolest thing I've heard in a while." You said and you both smiled.

"Hi I am so sorry to interrupt but I am such a big fan and I was wondering if I could get a picture?" A girl said as she came up to you. She was obviously a big fan of Noah's so you moved to the side to let her take the picture.

"Yeah of course, don't worry about it!" Noah said as he posed for her selfie.

"Okay thank you so much, bye!" She said as she ran over to her friends and they giggled.

"I'll never get used to that." Noah said and you chuckled.

"Well you better, it's gonna happen a lot more, I just know it." You said and a quiet moment fell between you as you looked at each other. You finished your ice creams and started walking around the mall.

After an hour Noah had to go to the bathroom so you waited out front with the bags of stuff you had bought and was looking at your phone. Before long, someone started talking to you.

"Well if it isn't miss homie hopper herself?" An awfully familiar voice sounded beside you and you moved away. It was Chase.

"What do you want? Leave me alone." You said, looking back at your phone.

"What? I can't have a go? Seems everyone else is, even that sorry excuse of a man you call your best friend." Chase seethed. You could feel the anger boiling inside you.

"You didn't seem to think that about him when he had you pinned to the ground." You rebutted and you heard a grumbling coming from him.

"You know, even Steven had a turn didn't he? Yeah he told me, how you were just begging to fuck him right?" Chase said and before you could retort, Noah was stood behind him. You turned to Chase, anger heating you up inside.

"No, Chase, you don't get to talk about me like this. I didn't fuck Steven because he was a dick, but even if I did that's no business of yours. My sex life has nothing to do with you and quite frankly you're not worth my time. Please leave me alone, Chase. I mean it." You finished, not looking away from him for once second. He seemed a little taken aback, but his gross smirk returned fast.

"So you did fuck someone?" Chase asked and before you could react, Noah stepped in.

"She quite clearly set her boundaries with you. And I thought I told you to leave her alone?" Noah said, gripping Chase's shoulder and ripping him around.

"I- uhm i- I don't-" Chase muttered and Noah smiled.

"I don't really care what you have to say. Just go." Noah said and he scurried away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want step on what you just said, which was very brave and cool by the way, but it seems violence is the only language he understands." Noah said and you smiled.

"I know, I don't blame you. I blame society." You said and Noah grabbed the bags from you to carry them.

"Let's build a commune in some far-away country and exit society together. But first, Starbucks." Noah said and nodded his head towards the cafe in front of you. You thought about living with Noah suddenly. It was a nice thought. But coffee was nicer.

After a coffee you went back to the car to drove over to Target where you spent at least an hour and a half. When you walked out you had a bag full of nice smelling candles and some fall decorations. You got back in the car and you just sat there for a bit.

"I don't wanna stop hanging out." Noah said suddenly. You looked back at him, then smiled.

"Me neither. You wanna go get take out and watch a movie?" You asked and he smiled widely at the suggestion.

"Yeah I want that a lot. Should we go to my place today?" Noah asked and you nodded. Noah started driving and you decided to get Taco Bell. You held the food as you drove back to Noah's.

Once you arrived you hurried inside as it had started raining. You took off your shoes and left them by the door and went into the kitchen to get paper towels, forks and plates. You then went to go to Noah's room when you almost bumped into Jolly.

"Oh you're back. Didn't know you were coming here." He said and you smiled.

"Yeah sorry, it was kind of impulsive." You said and he smiled.

"No problem at all, we love having you here." He said and let you pass. You opened the door to Noah's room and saw he had added a lot more light strips around his bed.

"You're really going for that gamer aesthetic huh?" You mused and he feigned offence.

"I'll have you know..." He trailed off, pretending to find the right words. "Okay yeah I have no rebuttal for that." He said you both laughed. You got situated on his bed and pulled up HBO so you could watch The Last Of Us. You had bonded over the game when you were younger and promised each other you wouldn't watch the show without each other. And with him being on tour a lot you waited patiently for times like these where you could binge a whole show in a day, or more accurately in this case, night.

With the plates and take out bags long forgotten on the floor, you found yourself cuddled up to Noah. It was so nice you started to drift off and the last thing you remembered was Noah squeezing you a little tighter.

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When you regained consciousness the next day it was to the feeling of Noah's hands on your hips and his lips on your stomach. You blinked open your eyes and looked down to the best view you could've hoped for. Noah was kissing along the edge of your panties. He felt your body move so he looked up at you. He smiled, tugging slightly at your panties as if to ask for permission. You granted it by nodded with a smile, and he pulled them completely off, replacing the heat of the cloth with the heat of his lips kissing every part of your pussy.

He moved his hands to your thighs and pushed your legs apart. He hummed an approving sound at the sight of you and dove right into your pussy. He was a man on a mission and he wasn't waiting around for anything. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue on your cunt, his thumbs separating your lips so he could fuck you with his tongue.

"Oh Noah." You moaned and he paused what he was doing.

"Shh baby, don't want anyone to hear. Gotta be quiet." He said as he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking on it lightly.

You grabbed his pillow and brought it up to your face to cover any sounds coming from your mouth. his middle finger gingerly entered you and immediately searched for your spot of pleasure, finding it no problem. You buried your face in the pillow, the pleasure being almost too much. You squirmed around uncontrollably, so Noah used one arm to hold down your hips as he continued to fuck you with his finger and stimulate your clit with his lips.

You could feel you orgasm approaching so you wrapped your legs around his chest and squeezed as your orgasm reached its peak, throwing the pillow away so you could breathe and opening your mouth as if to scream but no sound came out.

You grabbed Noah's hair, tugging and pulling partly because the waves of pleasure washed over you, partly to keep Noah's head exactly where it was. the suction his lips had on your clit was unrelenting and his finger, no doubt cramping by now, didn't still for a second as he made sure you rode out the entirety of your orgasm. When you relaxed your legs and your grip on his hair, he removed his lips from your heat, pulling out his finger carefully. He licked them clean, making sure to not waste a single drop of your release. As you came down he came back up and kissed your lips, making you taste yourself.

"G'mornin'" He said as his head fell back onto his pillow. You chuckled as you rested your head on his chest, hearing his quickened heartbeat.

"Morning." You said. "What about you?" You asked and he shook his head.

"You don't gotta pay it back every time y'know." He said as he looked down at you. You smiled as you cuddled closer to him. You laid there for a few minutes calming down.

"Can I ask you something?" Noah asked after a while. You hummed as if saying yes and a few second went by before he responded.

"Can we ever go back to normal again?" His tone was very neutral, so it was hard for you to know exactly what he meant.

"Do you want to?" You asked nervously. You hadn't wanted to admit it to yourself that you quite enjoyed what you and Noah had right now, going back to normal seemed almost impossible.

"Not particularly. But I don't really want to go to bed with other people while I also do it with you. Seems careless." He said and you didn't answer. You heart kind of sank at his words, the thought of him being with other people crushing you inside.

"Me neither." You settled for. Tears were stinging your eyes and you wondered how you got here. Was it all really worth it? Fucking your best friend just to go back to normal and then he finds someone new while you nurse your broken heart? And was that broken heart even over Chase anymore? Or was it Noah instead?

[seenoversundown]

Come Back For Me : Chapter Three

Danny Wagner x Melody (Fem OC)

Warnings: Fluff, the twins, a lot of Iris being cute, light anxiety, but there's not a ton to warn for this week- thankfully!

Word Count: 3k.

Summary: Melody and Iris stop by the bar to get some boring stuff taken care of and then everything takes a turn.

Author's Note: Consider this the calm before the storm. 😌 That's all I have to say about that.

Glue Myself Shut - Noah Kahan "And if I glue myself shut, You would find your way in."

“If you want to come in and get some of the new hire paperwork filled out,” Jake’s voice rang through the speakers in my car. “Whenever you can, obviously.” 

“I can do that,” I tell him, and then realize that I already told Iris we would go to the park today. “Ummm… are you okay with me bringing my daughter with me?”

He practically yelps, “Oh! I didn’t know you–” 

“I figured Josh would have told you,” I laugh out, but then tell him, “I have a three-year-old, and she was promised a date with the playground at some point.”

She’s pretty chill for being three, almost four, but she is still a kid at the end of the day, and boy, does she remind me of that. That tiny little thing tires me out every single day with her endless energy. We’ve found a park with a good playground that she really seems to enjoy. 

I can hear him chuckle to himself, but also hear the sounds of the bar as he’s wandering around. “Oh, that’s totally fine; we can just sit in my office so she’s not out and about with the alcohol and whatever.”

“Is.. that legal?” I ask, trying not to laugh because it sounds insane. 

“I have no idea,” He breathes out with a laugh of his own. “But you’re just filling out stuff, not like.. working, so I’ll say it’s fine.” 

I look at my rearview mirror, seeing her just content playing with the few little toys she has, and then looking at the clock, seeing it’s about lunchtime. I should probably not torment him right away with a hungry child. 

“Okay, I can head over in a few minutes,” I say. “Just going to stop to grab her something to eat– I don’t need her freaking out the first time you’re around her.” 

“There’s no rush,” He giggles quietly before mumbling, “I’m excited to meet her.” 

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Once I satisfied the little diva in my backseat with a treat and we found a parking spot kind of near the bar, we took our time walking there because somebody needed to get some energy out. She’s not as slow as she used to be, but she gets so distracted by everything that if we move too quickly, she’ll trip over her own feet. 

As we get closer, I squat down to her level to make it easier. 

‘Mom has to talk to her friend about work,’ waiting for her to acknowledge it. She signs back, ‘Okay.’ 

I scoop her up before pulling the door open, and her eyes go wide at all the decor on the walls. We take a second to look at some of the pictures that are hung up, and her eyes light up over the jukebox, but we don’t have enough time to get through all of that. 

I can’t help but notice that this place is a ghost town right now; I guess there really is no reason people would be here around lunchtime. It’s probably nice for him if he’s understaffed, though, at least not having to worry about being overwhelmingly busy. 

We wander down the hall, finding Jake sitting in his office, and all I can hear is the keyboard as he’s replying to an email. 

“Hi,” I say quietly so as not to scare him. Turning around from his desk, he smiles, but his eyes drop to her quickly. I tell him, “This is Iris.” Shifting her up on my hip slightly. 

He waves at her and watches me as I spell out ‘Jake’  to her. She shyly waves back to him, and his eyes soften at her little smile. 

“She’s precious,” he tells me before switching over to work stuff.  “Okay, so, there’s not like a ton for you to do.” 

It kind of was a relief that he didn’t just focus on her, not that I don’t want to talk about my kid, obviously, but it’s nice when people don’t forget that I’m also here. 

“Also, I should warn you,” he says. “Danny works here, but you won’t have to really work with him.” 

“Oh, okay,” I breathe out. I should have known, really. “No, that’s fine, honestly. We’re adults; we can handle that.” 

He sighs, almost as if relieved, and tells me, “You reacted a little better than he did, so that’s good.”

How did he react?

“What does he do?” I ask quietly. 

“He really just handles any rowdy customers or overly drunk ones,” he says, handing over a little stack of paperwork to me. Giggling as he says,  “As you can imagine, I’m not the most threatening person.” 

I set Iris down and she leans into my leg while I look through the forms. Feeling her nuzzle her face into my leg and then turn back to Jake a few times, I glance down to see her peeking over at him. 

‘You can say hi,’ I tell her. 

He smiles at her before looking up at me, asking, “Is she weary around men or?”

“No, she’s honestly a big ol’ flirt. She’s just being shy,” I can’t fight the laugh that comes out with it. 

They keep staring at each other and laughing quietly, watching her eyes light up when he leans closer to her height. 

‘You like him?’ I ask her, and she just hides her face. 

I tell him, “She’ll never want to leave you alone once she’s comfortable.” 

“That’s okay with me,” he lets out. 

The two of them still have a staring contest; as I’m slowly filling out the paperwork he needs, I hear Josh. 

“Melody! Hello!” His voice rings as he leans against the door frame, gasping when he notices. “And hello, sweet angel.” Waggling his fingers at her as he squats down. 

This girl is going to end up with a fuckin ego at this rate. 

I laugh out a “hello” back to him. 

Josh waves her over to him, and it only takes a minute before she toddles over to him. He’s a lot more animated and goofy, so he enticed her a bit quicker. It’s so sweet to see him able to talk to her without needing my help, and she seems really excited about it, too. Obviously, it’s kind of perfect that she’s so young with how much ASL he actually knows; they are a match made in heaven.  

“It’s wild sitting in this room with you guys,” I confess; it kind of just blurts out of my mouth. 

They both look at each other for a second before Josh chimes in, “Yeah, I didn’t really expect this to be a thing.” 

“Can I ask something?” I start but follow up with, “You don’t have to tell me.” 

They both just nod and my heart pounds as the question leaves my mouth, “Is Sam going to be pissed?” 

The silence in the room is so loud. 

“He.. uh,” Jake hesitates. “He probably won’t be excited.”

Josh clears his throat audibly, “We sort of haven’t told him yet.” 

I know Sam probably hates me, but Daniel is his best friend, so I can’t be entirely shocked. They’ve been close since they were kids, so there is no chance he isn’t going to take Daniel’s side in anything. I just hope he knows the truth, at least. 

“He doesn’t work here, too, does he?”

They both burst out laughing, but Jake manages to squeak out an, “Absolutely not.” 

“Thank god, okay.”

“He comes in a good amount, and I’ll sometimes recruit him,” Jake tells me as the laughter dies down, “But if you’re also here, I probably won’t need to ask much of him.” 

Looking down to see Josh fully sitting on the floor with Iris, oh how sweet. Seeing the way he just signs a few things to her and how comfortable she already seems around him. He does have a way of doing that– both of them do, really. 

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After a few minutes, Josh left us to go do his job, and I stole where he was sitting. Iris moves on to try and get closer to Jake but still being a bit shy about it. She’s a funny little thing with who she decides she’s comfortable with. 

“So, do you have a schedule in mind?” I ask him. 

He looks over at a calendar he has on his desk before turning back to me, “Well, do you have anything you definitely can’t do?” His eyes quickly dropped to her and then back up to meet mine. 

“If I can just get her in bed a couple nights a week, I don’t even mind working after that, but just so she doesn’t forget that I love her,” I tell him, letting out a small laugh at the latter part. 

“We can work with that for sure,” he says, leaning down so Iris can touch his hair. “I’m just grateful that we didn’t scare you off.” His eyes move back to her as she gently plays with a little section of his hair that’s more wavy—chuckling quietly to myself, watching the two of them subtly as I fill out more information. Shuffling the papers to grab the next blank one, and realizing it’s the payroll form. Shit. 

“Um,” I hesitate quietly. "I don’t have my bank info on me. Can I just bring it next time I’m here, or can I run home real quick?” I cringe a bit, but he seems so unphased by it. 

“Oh, just bring it whenever you can,” he tells me. Smiling at Iris when he says, “I know you, I’m less worried about it.” 

“Are you sure?” I ask, knowing he’s not going to care but I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of the fact we know each other. 

He lets out a small giggle before telling me, “I’m positive. You have that playground to get to, anyway.” 

I can’t help the laugh that comes out when he says it. It’s nice that neither of them seems judgemental of the fact I have her. The twins are a couple of years older than me, but we’re all not that old, to be fair. I suppose I shouldn’t be too shocked, considering who I’m working with here, but still. It’s refreshing. 

The two of them giggle together as she warms up to him and tries to tickle him, which he naturally lets her do because how do you say ‘no’ to a cute little thing like her? He makes her belly laugh when he tickles her back; her laugh is the cutest thing in the world, and I’ll stand on that. 

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“Well, thank you so much, again, for doing this,” I tell Jake as we start to walk out into the bar. “It means a lot, really.” 

Josh prances to the end of the bar, “Leaving already?”

“Need to get Miss Girl to the park before it gets too late,” I tell him, bouncing her around a little to make her laugh. 

Watching him pretend to clutch his pearls at the sound before he lets out, “Oh my heart! Well, don’t keep her waiting!” 

She says her ‘goodbyes’ to them both when I hear the door chime ring, glancing over my shoulder. Oh, fuck me. Daniel walks into the bar, and my mind starts racing. 

I wasn’t prepared to introduce him to her yet. There’s no chance he’s going to understand what happened, and if anybody is going to be judgey, I feel like it’ll be him. Not that it matters. We’ve literally spoken once since we broke up.. But we’re going to work together now so. 

“Oh— hey,” he says quietly once he gets a bit closer to us. 

I quietly let out a “Hi.” Turning slightly to where Iris is visible, she tucks herself close to me again. He looks over at her, and I see his eyes widen a little. His mouth hung slightly open for a second before asking, “Who’s this?” 

“She’s being shy today,” I tell him, taking the second to introduce him to her. Spelling out his name to her even if she’s back to being bashful; his eyes are fixed on the way I’m talking to her. 

He waves at her, looking at her for a minute before looking back at me. His voice barely above a whisper, “She’s really just a mini you, huh?” 

“You think?” A laugh sneaks out with it. Breathing out,  “Hopefully, she doesn’t get too much from me— I’m already afraid for the attitude to kick in more.” My eyebrows raise as I say it.

He quietly lets out, “I don’t know– I always thought you were pretty great.” His eyes went from her to mine, and I swear I could see something switch in him. We stare at each other for a second, and it feels normal.

“You haven’t changed at all, have you, Daniel?” A soft smile laced my lips after I said it; our eye contact felt intense, but this only being the second time I’ve seen him in years, I guess it’s to be expected. 

It was quiet for a moment; I almost forgot where we were. 

He clears his throat before asking, “Uh- do you need help with anything?” 

“Oh, no, it’s okay,” I tell him, waving my hand around. “I’ve gotten pretty good at juggling things at this point.” Nodding my head towards Iris. 

I had never considered that I would have to introduce him to my daughter. I spent so long thinking about how we would have kids.. together. 

Sure, it was a thought at one time, but who doesn’t have those thoughts when you date for a few years? Granted, we were still so young even when we broke up– I truly thought he was it. And it took all this time to get to a place where I accepted that finally, maybe that isn’t true. Standing here in front of him, my mind and my heart are conflicted seeing him again. 

I watch him as he looks at Iris, really taking a moment just to see her. She naturally is hamming it up a bit, smirking into me. 

‘Mom,’ she signs. ‘His hair is like mine.’ 

I laugh, telling her, ‘Yes, you’re right.’ 

Looking back at him, I tell him, “I think she likes your hair.” 

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still find him attractive; he looks good. Something about his hair being longer is really working for me. He started growing it when we were dating, but it hadn’t gotten to this point where he could wear it up. It suits him well. Also, after working at the shipyard for a while, he must have kept up in the gym or something because he looks a bit more muscular than before. I’m not mad about that either. 

The way that he isn’t exuding a weird vibe towards me, makes me feel like we have the potential to at least be friends again. If we’re working together in some capacity, we’ll end up talking anyway. 

Hearing the door open, just the air swapping from outdoors to indoors, was enough to pull me back to reality. Given the way people keep seeming to show up, I don’t know why I wasn’t expecting it when I heard a familiar voice yelling, “Oh, Daniel!” 

We stood there for a second before Danny turned around, letting out a quiet “um.” Slowly side-stepping because the inevitable was coming, Sam came into view as he moved. He still looked the same, his hair a bit longer, and his facial hair made him look a little older, but it was still the Sam I remembered. 

Even just seeing him takes me back. 

The three of us were inseparable for so long. We spent countless hours together– running through stores together, going to the beach during the summer to see the fireworks, finding random places to go ice skating during the winter and keeping them in mind for when the weather got warm so we could go swimming. The three of us always had each other laughing over something incredibly dumb. 

If it weren’t for Sam giving him a nudge, I don’t know if Daniel would have ever asked me out. Even if it was glaringly obvious that we had a crush on each other, I think we both were worried about ruining the friendship. I guess maybe we had a valid fear. 

I always loved the relationship that they had with each other. They truly were each other’s best friend. Relying on one another for any and everything in life, which obviously, as a teenager, wasn’t really that much, but it sure felt like the weight of the world. It only makes the feeling in my stomach worse now. 

He and I lock eyes, and it feels like time slows, except this isn’t the same feeling I got when I walked into Daniel the other day– this is worse. His stare felt sharp, cold, which is nothing I wouldn’t have expected, but shit, it doesn’t feel great being on the receiving end of it. It only solidifies my fear that he definitely was Daniel’s crutch after the break-up, and of course, I understand that he would do that for him. But this is brutal. 

I shift my weight, moving Iris into his view. I watch his eyes move over to her, and then the subtle panic wash over his face as he looks between her and Daniel. But the second his stare comes back to me, the dread joins it. 

Knowing one of us is going to have to break the tension as we stare at each other, but we’re both apparently too stubborn to be the one to do it. The reality of it is probably a minute, which isn’t even silent as some classic rock song plays through the speakers or the bar, but nothing is louder than when Josh finally says, “Well.. Sam knows.” 

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