#nouhh

[eternal-ascensionism]

@circle-with-me you have inspired me w/ the post abt Noah’s room decor I’m weeping in italics

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Bestie!Noah is def the type to get a lil weak in the knees when he sees his pretty goth bff and he stumbles over a word or two whenever they ask how he’s doing and he feels like he’s blushing when they give him a hug as a greeting or a farewell and don’t even get me started on if they were to give him little trinkets like crystals or smth he’d call them his little crow ANYWAYYYYYS

So like, imagine begging him to let you decorate his space for Halloween/his birthday and he relents (read: you asked one time and he immediately was on board cause he’s kinda soft for u) so you show up at his door with multiple black plastic bags in hand and a big grin. He’s looking at you like you’re insane because “why on earth would you need that much shit to decorate one room???” And you’re like hush mister I am scheming 😡 So he heads to the kitchen to make you guys dinner while you work your magic and he returns with two plates and a look of utter disbelief

You are stood on the bed, balancing on one foot as you loop a set of skull-shaped string lights onto a small hook you’d attached near the top of the wall. Similar hooks were placed all around the perimeter of the ceiling. Additionally, you’d placed removable spooky-themed wall clingers around various spots in the room. A delicate glass figurine of a black cat wearing a witch’s hat sat next to his PC. In place of his usual white cobwebs, you’d opted for some purple webbing with plastic spiders tangled in between. You even picked up some creepy portraits and black candles.

“Don’t be mad, they’re command strips. I can peel em off when you want me to!” You pretend to dust off your hands and stand back to admire your handiwork. Noah just sets down the plates and makes a beeline to where you’re at, scooping you off the bed as you squeal in surprise. “What was that for?” You ask in between giggles

“Can’t believe I let you turn my room into the back of a Spirit Halloween for my birthday.” He rolls his eyes as you feign offense, a loud gasp ringing out while you clutch your chest.

“I’ll have you know Spirit could NEVER think up such a creative and original display.”

“You literally taped up some cobwebs and string lights, I don’t know how original that would-“

You cut him off with a scoff. “Want me to take it down?”

“No!” He replies, a bit too fast. “To do that you’d have to escape me. I’m not done with you. First, we will be having a word about that vial of glitter I see in that bag.”

[sillylittlegaymer]

Fish wallter

Nouhh my fish😭😭😭what haprn😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️

[lilykatelyn-blog]

yeonjun birthday special

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: a lot of sweet nothings..

summary: just a special drabble of you and your boyfriend spending the morning sleeping in and just existing as the most cute couple to exist.

notes: it’s one day late I am so sorry 😭 I also had to make it short bc i have to work on my history project, I am so sorry. Edit: I fucking forgot my major and I meant to say that I was going to help me sister 😭

you and yeonjun rarely got to sleep in. And when you did, it was usually just you two sleepily mumbling gibberish nonsense. This morning was different and you two got to speak clearly to each other and using sweet words to make each other blush in 5 seconds flat.

“Jagiya, wake up.” He shook you awake, surprising you as he would usually be working by now. “Mm? You’re home Jun? Shouldn’t you be at work?” “No, I got the day off to spend with you.” He replies, hugging your waist. “I wanna make you breakfast.” “Nouhh.” He mumbles in English, his face currently smushed in the conjunction between your shoulder and neck. “Hm, you need to eat.” “Eat laterhhghb.” The last part came out gibberish, unfortunately. “You look so pretty in the morning.” He whispered in your ear after you two decided to lie down some more. “You look so kissable when you wake up in the morning.” You whispered right back. “Let’s sleep some more please.” He asked, looking up at you with puppy eyes, and who were you to deny this beauty?

[pizzpizzapizzo]

NOUHH I FEEL BAD FOR YOUNG PIZZAHEAD BEING BULLIED :(

that's what he gets for daring to have opinions on the internet /jk

[gorgugplushie]

Nouhh poppies.. (acremaing on the floor fetal position rocking back and forth rolling on the floor

[kussm1ch]

Ferra headcanons(?)

She loves europop

voice claim: bianca straford from 10 things I hate about you

her fav band is ABBA

Certified nepo baby

Scrunches her nose when showing any negative emotion

has a slight vocal fry and ends mosts words with "uh" (ex. Nouhh, stopuh, ewwwuh, shut upuh)

tried to leave passione when she found out she had to be in a team with 7 grown men and then angrily hysterically cried when she found out she couldn't leave

she purposely mispronounces things in Italian to piss ghiaccio off

Her fav model is Claudia schiffer

she'll sometimes just come out of her room and passionately rant about the people and things she hates to the other members of the team

she sometimes braids the hair of any teammate that'll let her do it (mostly melone, and illuso, maybe prosciutto on a good day)

her teammates never know where she is most of the time and she never answers her phone (not because she isnt on it, but because she purposely does not answer it)

she sometimes subconsciously makes her stand spray water on someone if they piss her off, or she does it on purpose because shes a little bitch

she once wore an "I ❤️ ITALY" t-shirt in while in public with her teamates to embarass them

her room probably looks like this

There will be days where prosciutto makes her clean so that she can "learn to be a functioning member of society" since she never had to clean or cook and always had someone else doing it for her growing up. (She says it's child labor and has tried to run away to avoid the "cleaning days" but never succeeded)

has a fake ID and uses it literally everyday

says "like" every other word

refuses to buy clothes that are under $50

says that if she buys synthetic fabric, she will get an allergic reaction (not true, just an excuse to buy expensive clothes)

hates midgets

resting confused face

she loves raspberry lemonade

resonates with Molly Gunn from Uptown Girls on a spiritual level

uses her stand to create the best waves to surf on

will set up an elaborate plan at a store and purposely pretend she doesn't have any money so that she can make whatever teamate she has with her pay for her clothes

gifted pesci a scarf because his neck "disturbs her on a level that should be considered lethal"

loves The Sundays

her favorite animal is a sea turtle

will unintentionally try to make you feel stupid while also being stupid herself

favorite flower is a pink lily

calls people 'fatty' as a term of endearment

Cannot have a conversation without gossiping or talking shit

Her fav song ever is Layla by Derek & The Dominos

Only buys jewlery made in Italy and France

[not-the-organ]

Well…. why wouldn’t he? There’s nothing threatening him now- he’s still breathing, he has to be okay! And none of this is your fault anyway, you tried your best. But getting yourself drunk isn’t going to solve anything, it’ll only make your sadder and impair your judgement.

(-The Creature)

mkes evrtyhing goaway

god nouhh fr me

[butchdykenormallen]

oughb :< do u want me 2 skedaddle so u can rest??

nouhh,,,, its less tired and more i havent eaten and ive been stressing

[eternal-ascensionism]

Okay yeah yeah yeah Noah doing aftercare for you

WHAT ABOUT DOING AFTERCARE FOR NOAH?

Like he’s so fucked out he’s jolting a little bit cause he’s still inside and you’re pulsing around him from your own orgasm and he gets whiny and taps your hip to pull off of him and you just roll to the side and stroke his hair going “are you alright? Do you need anything?” He signals for a drink, brain still too fuzzy to form words. You think he’s the cutest when he’s gone non verbal from all the stimulation!!! He gratefully accepts a bottle of water you offer and drains half of it before passing it back so you can finish the rest and he grabs onto your thigh likes it’s the thing keeping him tethered to reality. You curl into Noah’s side and throw a leg over his waist, careful not to brush where he’s still most sensitive. You play with strands of his hair and watch as his breathing returns to normal and he lets out a slightly hoarse “thank you, I love you so much”

[eternal-ascensionism]

Big girls were built to sit on Noah’s lap. His legs are so long there’s lotsa room and he’s strong so no worries and he would bounce his knees to make you giggle (and also to see his favorite parts of your body shake but that’s not the point shhhh)

[eternal-ascensionism]

Can I project for a sec? Good I’m doing it anyways

I like most x readers regardless of their characteristics but I’d love to see more “tomboy” or gender neutral-ish ones where the reader isn’t just treated like a barbie or a fragile goddess (don’t get me wrong love me those too but I need representation LMAO)

SOOOOOOO

Imagine Noah making a new close friend (you) and you’re like a foot or more shorter and he uses you as an armrest all the time except for at shows where you get scary guard dog privileges, and while he def fucks around with you he really saves the rough housing and chaos for the boys mostly. You’re his lil buddy he can’t risk hurting you!! At least that’s how he thought until you come over one day to the dudes all kinda play fighting and whatnot and you’re like “uhh bro did you forget to invite me to the party??” And jokingly Noah goes “no, we can’t bruise up your pretty face!” And you reply “who said I’d let you get a hit in big man?” And before he can process it you have literally picked him up by the waist and are running around the living room with a tall man halfway over your shoulder yelling at you to put him down. You do, but rather than on his feet you drop him onto the couch. “Didn’t think I could do that, huh?”

They never exclude you from the chaos again, lest you dangle them by the ankles over a balcony or some shit idk they aren’t really sure what you’re capable of

Also, it may have a little something to do with the massive crush Noah is developing after having a hot strong shawty toss him around

[eternal-ascensionism]

Staring thru this photo of Noah while listening to Bad Decisions (Lofi) and trying to understand how this guy makes that breathy tenor voice come out

[eternal-ascensionism]

Noah is five years my senior and the same age as my brother so like…..brother’s best friend!noah anybody??? Don’t make me start carnival barking

[eternal-ascensionism]

Absolutely NEED to be hotboxing a blanket fort with Noah during a movie night and have it end w me on my knees, face buried in a pile of squishmallows while he resets my spine and rearranges my guts. Is this too much to ask for

[eternal-ascensionism]

Clanking my rock hard boner against the bars of my enclosure over mean dom!Noah promising you he’s just gonna put the tip in before he bottoms out completely, gasping dramatically at you as you cry out and push at his abs

“I’m sorry, it just slipped…It’s your fault for being so fucking wet for me. Hmm? No honey, I can’t take it out now! it’s so tight, you’re gonna have to help me.” You manage to wriggle yourself up the bed and he’s almost entirely pulled out when he grabs your hips and yanks you back onto him in one quick motion. “Uh oh, I think you’re stuck. What are we gonna do, baby?”

You can only whimper in response as he sets a brutal pace

[eternal-ascensionism]

Listening to Enough, Enough Now and brother man. I need to climb on my soapbox and ramble about that line “Tell me tonight that you’ll be by yourself, cause something bad will happen if you are with someone else” OMINOUS AHH BARS BRO

*TW: STALKING, TOXICITY, SCARY NOAH BE SMART READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

Stalker!bestie!Noah being too afraid to tell you how he feels but he gets a lil unhinged whenever he learns you’re going on a date with someone else…Noah who comforts you when the guy you met last night ghosts you, or at least that’s what you believe happened. Maybe someone you know had a little chat with him. Privately. In a dark alley behind the very bar you’d met him at. Noah who assures you you’ll find someone, “who knows, maybe we’ve already met them?” take the hint you fuckin-

Noah, who always seems to bump into you when you’re walking your dog or when you’re at the grocery store. Noah, who listens carefully to the conversation you have with your friend who works at the local coffee shop about your interests. Noah, who studies your expression as you pick up the little blue gift box he left addressed to you at your job. Noah, who smiles when your name lights up his phone screen, stifling a laugh when you start gushing about your secret admirer. Noah, who pockets a pair of your panties during one of your regular movie nights. Noah, who silently fucks his fist in the bathroom with that same pair of panties stuffed in his mouth to stifle the moans

One night, when he’s been holed up in the studio and he misses you, he checks your Snapchat story like he usually does. Only this time, he hears what sounds like a guy’s voice in the background. He notices the icy feeling spreading through his chest and limbs. Fails miserably at his attempts to regulate the jealous rage brewing. He can’t take this shit anymore, he needs you to be his. Only his. Nobody else deserves to monopolize your time. Nobody else should get to sit in your bed and make you laugh and hold your hand. He waits until the final recording has wrapped and sneaks off. He’s barely made it outside before he’s clicking on the FaceTime app. It rings twice, then your pretty face fills the screen. “Hey Noah! How was the studio?”

“Who’s with you?”

“What?”

Clearing his throat, he tries to sound less invested. Less anxious. “I asked who you’re with. I saw your Snapchat post, sounded like you were busy. Just wanted to see what I was missing.”

You giggle, and he swears he can hear you roll your eyes through the phone. “I’m home alone. Watching some lame sitcom on Hulu, was actually gonna call and see if you wanted to sleep over?”

He agrees, nerves finally calming. You go back and forth making plans; him giving you movie recommendations, you providing your order for the Chinese takeout Noah would be picking up. When all was said and done, you said your goodbyes. Just as you go to end the call, Noah speaks up one last time.

“Glad you said you’re home alone tonight. Something bad might’ve happened if you were with someone else.” You’re left to decipher the meaning as the line goes dead.