#WHAT NOAH THINKS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????

[infected-paul]

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#ali.txt #ali.vent #losing my mind over this shit #not only are ppl refusing to accept their blorbos actor is a piece of shit #they're continuing to defend him and siding with him saying shit like either #1) the entire thing makes then uncomfortable... they don't wanna think abt all this #like??? just hearing abt this shit makes you uncomfortable??? GOOD. ITS SHOULD. INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE BEING MASSACRED EVERYDAY AND YOU CAN'T #EVEN FIND IT IN YOUR HEART TO LISTEN LET ALONE CARE #YOU'D RATHER SIDE WITH A BIGOT JUST BC HE PLAYS YOUR FAVE #and then 2) ACTIVELY DEFENDING HIM AND THEN GOING ON TO SAY AWFUL SHIT LIKE PALESTINIANS DESERVE TO BE WIPED OFF THE PLANET SIMPLY BC THAT' #WHAT NOAH THINKS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? #I HOPE YOU ALL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.

[justapayneaway]

Reminder that you're a Taylor Swift fan and have no right to call anyone else stupid 😔.

I can't believe you actually wrote this message and send it to me as a way to defend Noah Schnapp!

That kid is using his platform of millions to mock Palestinians and a genocide that's actually happening in front of our eyes in the year of 2023! A kid that's promoting badges that say "zionism is sexy"!!! When hundreds of innocent civilians died in a month in Gaza. When babies are dying because hospitals don't have resources to keep them alive. When hospitals are being bombed daily!!! When entire families are being whipped off of the face of the earth!

Yeah, I stand by my tag: Noah Schnapp is a stupid idiotic kid that doesn't deserve to have a job right now! When people are being fired and losing their jobs for standing up to Palestine and calling out what is really happening over there: a genocide.

#noah schnapp #honestly i don't even know what to say #fuck off #and please unfollow me if you think that kid isn't stupid

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 50 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley surprises you with something at the hospital tour that leaves you smiling. And you fall asleep that night in the one place he didn't know would make him even more sure he wanted to marry you. He has the ring ready to go, excited to propose to you at the air show, but the look on your face leaves him wondering if it's too soon.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley smiled in contentment as you laced your fingers with his. The tour of the children's hospital which was affiliated with the air show was interesting to him, but as someone who worked in pediatric medicine, you were enthralled. "Daddy, look," you said, pulling him off to the side as the tour guide started to lead the group down a flight of stairs. "Noah would love this." 

Bradley was getting some looks from another man in the tour group, because you clearly had no shame when you called him that in front of other people. "Princess," he whispered, kissing your ear as you pointed out the window to the colorful courtyard filled with toys and jungle gyms. "Every time you call me Daddy, that guy smirks at me."

"Who?" you asked, turning to glance at the rest of the group headed for the stairwell. "The one in the green shirt?"

"Yeah," Bradley grunted, watching him look at you. 

You laughed softly and turned back to Bradley. "He just wishes someone would call him Daddy."

"You're probably not wrong," he replied with a smile. "The group is leaving without us."

"We can catch up," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him in his rough flight suit. You were a soft and warm presence, your cheek coming to rest on his patch that said ROOSTER. "Thanks for bringing me. I didn't want to have to call Jake and hit him up."

Bradley could tell you were trying not to laugh. "What did I tell you about acting like a brat?"

He rubbed soft circles against your back and you sighed. "Why would I stop now when you so clearly enjoy it?" 

Bradley groaned. "Let's get going. The tour is almost over, and then I can load you up with champagne and take you home."

You and he had to rush down the stairs to rejoin the group, and of course the man in the green shirt was looking at Bradley like he'd just fucked you in the middle of the hallway or something. But your fingers were laced with his again, so it didn't matter. 

You ended up asking the tour guide so many questions along the way that he learned your name and that you were a pediatric nurse, and he answered you in great detail each time. The hospital provided state of the art treatment for children, and when the group walked past an indoor play area where some kids were coloring, you paused and waved to them. They waved back, and you whispered, "Why does everything remind me of Noah?"

"Because you're his mom," Bradley replied without really thinking about it. That was the most natural response. Why did you care so much? Because you were his mom. Why did you prioritize Noah above everything else? Because you were his mom. Part of the reason Bradley let himself indulge in those early fantasies about you was because his son fell in love with you first. 

"I miss him a little bit," you whispered, nibbling on your glossy lip. Bradley brought your hand up to his lips and kissed along your purple nails. 

"I'm sure he misses you, too. But he's probably getting in bed by now. Let's enjoy the rest of the night?" Bradley asked. 

"I'm spending it with you. Of course I'm going to enjoy it."

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The cocktail reception was beautiful. That colorful courtyard that caught your eye had been lit up with strings of white lights, and the tour group had been led outside into the warm evening air. After two glasses of champagne, you were still pouting over the fact that there were no berries at the bottom, but you were also feeling nice and loose.  "Maybe I should go tell the green shirt guy's wife that he'd love it if she called him Daddy," you remarked as Bradley brought over a plate of hors d'oeuvres to share with you. 

Bradley gave you a bland look in response as he dipped shrimp into cocktail sauce and set the plate down on the tall table where you stood. "If you go over there and say anything involving the word Daddy, they will probably try to get you to be their third."

Heat rushed to your cheeks immediately. "Bradley!"

He just shrugged in response and offered you the plate. You plucked up your own piece of shrimp wondering how on earth a comment like that from your boyfriend could make you want to take him home to bed immediately. But it did. And your desire for him only grew as you watched him unzip his flight suit and pull out his checkbook. 

"Please. You know what that thing does to me," you whispered, fumbling your food before you managed to get it to your mouth. 

Bradley laughed as he uncapped a pen. "My checkbook? The thing you always make fun of?"

You shook your head and took another bite of shrimp. "You know I think all of your old man stuff is sexy. But what do you need a check for?"

He examined your face before he leaned on the table, pen hovering over the check. "You said Jake was going to donate five thousand bucks if he got to fly in the air show?"

"That's what he told me."

Bradley hummed and wrote the check out to the children's hospital for six thousand dollars. "Can't have him showing us up. You wanna sign it?"

You were wiping your fingers on a cocktail napkin and admiring your nails as you said, "How am I supposed to sign your check?"

He set the pen down on the checkbook and pushed it across the table toward you before picking up the plate and eating an eggroll in two big bites, eyes firmly on you. He was acting weird now, but you dragged your gaze away from his face down to the table and gasped. The top corner of the check said BRADLEY BRADSHAW in bold font, but now your name was listed right under his along with the address of the cute, blue bungalow in Coronado where you lived. 

"Why did you do that?" you asked, staring at your name. 

"Because I trust you. And now I can drag you down into my deep, dark, embarrassing, millennial rabbit hole where I still pay for things with checks and don't know how to use my phone. And you can pay for daycare when I'm not home."

You tried to fight it, but a huge smile broke out on your face. "Casey is going to hate this."

"Casey isn't going to know what hit her when she sees you next week, Princess," he said as you signed your name on the bottom of the check and tore it free. You tucked yourself against his side and looked at the two names together while he polished off the rest of the food on the plate. 

"Thanks for letting me be your date tonight," you told him, and he laughed. 

"Who else would I have asked to come with me?"

"Skittles."

He kissed the top of your head. "Okay. You got me there. Ready to hand in our check and go home before the guy in the green shirt and his wife get any more ideas?"

"Yeah. Let's go home."

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Bradley gave you a piggyback ride in from the Bronco while also carrying your high heels and your bag. He could tell you were a little tipsy by the way you were giggling softly next to his ear and running your nose through his hair. "Daddy," you whispered as he put his key in the front door. "Are you going to fuck me on the living room floor or in bed?"

"Shh," he coaxed, pushing the door open to reveal Amelia sitting on the couch, reading a comic book. "Can you behave for like five minutes, please?"

You erupted into laughter as you held onto him, and even Amelia was laughing as Bradley asked, "How was Noah?"

"Great," she replied, tossing her comic into her backpack. "He had two slices of pizza. I put the leftovers in the fridge. I just wiped him down instead of giving him a bath, and he was asleep by 8:30."

Bradley shook his head as you kissed his ear. "This one should have also been in bed by 8:30," he mumbled, making you laugh more. He set you down so he could get his wallet out.

"Thanks, Amelia," you told her kindly before turning back to Bradley and smirking. "Please give her cash and not a check, old man. I'm going to give Noah a goodnight kiss."

Bradley shook his head and handed Amelia what was owed for the night while she laughed. "Thank you," he told her, opening the door and watching her walk to her car. He stood there until she started the engine, and he made sure she pulled away with a wave. 

Skittles was already curled up in her bed, but you were nowhere to be found when he got to the bedroom. "Princess?" he called out with a chuckle, doubling back to the bathroom. Not three minutes ago you were all smiles, and he was getting ready for you to tease him relentlessly before maybe getting that black dress off of you. But as he unzipped his flight suit a few inches and peeked inside Noah's bedroom door, he found you. 

A beam of moonlight shone in through the window, illuminating your face and Noah's as both of you slept curled up together in the twin sized bed. Bradley stood in the doorway for a long time, trying to decide what to do with you as his smile grew. This was all he wanted. Just his family. He strode the rest of the way into the room and brushed Noah's soft curls back from his forehead before kissing him there. Then he leaned over and kissed your cheek. "I love you," he whispered to you both, ultimately deciding to leave you with his son for the night. 

Bradley moved your phone charger into Noah's room along with your phone which he took out of your purse. You had given him your passcode before, but he hated using it without your permission. When he entered it, he saw a few new texts from your coworkers and one from Nat. That made him smile as he set an alarm for 8:00 to ensure you and Noah would get to the air show in time to see him fly. His plans were relying on that. 

He kissed you both once more each and left your charging phone on Noah's dresser before he went to get himself ready for bed. He groaned, remembering the ungodly early hour he had to get himself out the door in the morning. At least you could follow him to Miramar a little later. Before he climbed into bed, he made sure he had everything ready that he would need for the air show: a clean flight suit, phone, wallet, and the ring box.

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"Mommy!" 

You opened your eyes to find Noah giggling right in front of you. As you looked around, you realized you were in his bedroom. When you sat up, you noticed your phone alarm was going off.

"Why did you sleep in my bed?" he asked as you reached for your phone to silence it. Amongst your notifications, you saw a text from Bradley and quickly opened it.

Bradley Bradshaw: Good morning, Princess. You looked so adorable in bed with Noah, I didn't want to move you. I hope you slept well, and I can't wait to see you both after I fly at 11:00.

You tossed your phone aside and kissed Noah on the top of his head. He was wearing his favorite dinosaur pajamas, and he looked so perfectly sweet. "I guess I needed some extra cuddles last night, and I knew just where to find them."

He let you pull him against you for about twenty seconds before he started to wriggle away. "I'm hungry. I want to see where Skittles is."

You watched him take off down the hallway as you rolled onto your back. You were still in your black dress, and you could barely remember getting home last night and seeing Amelia reading a comic book. You stretched and made your way into the kitchen relieved that you had plenty of time to get you and Noah dressed in your matching outfits and on the road to the air show. You turned on the coffee maker as you watched him petting Skittles by the back door. 

"Here, let's see if she needs to go outside," you said as you slid the door open for the dog. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Cereal and probably some fruit."

"Good choice."

Once you had Noah and Skittles both settled with some food, you kissed him on the forehead. "I'm going to take a really fast shower while you eat, okay? Just stay at the table, and I'll be right back." Noah nodded as he ate one of the pieces of banana you'd cut up for him. You dashed into the bathroom, cranking the shower to hot and stripped out of your dress and the lacy underwear Bradley didn't even get to see. But there would be plenty of time for that sort of thing later. 

You started to make a mental list of everything you needed to take with you to the air show. You had some snacks already prepared, and you'd need the beach blanket from the hallway closet. Sunblock and maybe a towel or two. Earplugs for you and the noise canceling headphones for Noah. Did you need to take some tampons with you? What was today? It was Saturday. Should you take tampons?

You dropped your razor with a clatter as you spun around and got yourself rinsed off while your heart pounded. You turned off the water and stood in the middle of the bathroom, dripping water onto the mat. When you reached for a towel, you cracked the door open. "Noah? You still okay?"

"Yeah, Mommy."

You wrapped yourself up and tried to remember if you'd had your period even once since Bradley flushed your birth control down the toilet at the lake house. No. No you had not. Not even once. But the thing you had been doing was having almost nonstop unprotected sex with your boyfriend. 

"Shit." You brushed your teeth and started moving as fast as you could while your brain was in such a fog. You needed to get dressed and find your car keys. You needed to go to the pharmacy. "Noah," you called out as you ran around. "We need to run to the store as soon as you're done eating!"

Somehow you managed to get yourself dressed and somewhat presentable looking, and then you pulled the yellow shirt over Noah's head that matched the flowers on your dress. You couldn't tell if you were more nervous or more excited at the thought of buying a pregnancy test with your Princess credit card, but in that moment, you really did feel like you were Noah's mom. He reached for your hand, and you led him outside to your car. Bradley put you fully in charge of his son, and you'd do anything for this child. Even the idea of Noah as a big brother had you buckling him in faster. 

"We'll just run to the store and then come back home really quickly," you whispered in excitement. 

"I want to go to the air show and see Daddy," he whined. "You promised."

You kissed his chubby cheek. "You're right. I promised. And I will always keep my promises. We'll go to the air show right after we stop back home."

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Bradley was restless. He originally thought this was a great idea, zipping the engagement ring inside one of the many pouches on his flight suit. But he kept checking relentlessly to make sure it was still there. And all he'd really done all morning was wait around after he landed his Super Hornet in Miramar. The other pilots were fine. They seemed nice. But they probably thought Bradley was a complete basketcase. Now he was pacing the tarmac, anxious to get into the air as he checked his phone again. 

My Princess: Hey, Daddy. Noah and I arrived! We have a good spot in the grass on the west end of the runway. Can't wait to see you fly!

This was good. It was good that you were already here. He should be in the air in about thirty minutes. He knew what he needed to do. The flight formation was ingrained in his mind. It would be a snap. 

But he needed to get this fucking ring on your finger. He should have just proposed the night he brought it home. He'd thought about it then and every day since. For some reason he'd convinced himself that waiting for today was his best move, but now he couldn't even remember why. God, he just wanted to hear you say yes. He wanted to know you would be his and Noah's forever. He wanted to sit up with you later and hold you on his lap while the two of you read over the adoption paperwork. 

"Fuck," he muttered, checking the time again. It was so obvious from the very beginning that you belonged with him, and he'd fought it for long enough that he had hurt you. Some of the decisions he made weren't the best, but as soon as he picked you up from that fraternity party, he knew that was never going to happen again. 

"Rooster? It's almost time to go."

"Yeah," he agreed, patting the pocket of his flight suit again. "I'm ready."

As he climbed up the ladder into his jet, he glanced toward the west end of the runway. The entire event was packed, and it was impossible to pick the two of you out, but he waved nonetheless, hoping maybe you could see him. This combination of nerves was new to him. Settling into the seat and running his fingers along the controls was always exhilarating, but now he was starting to think you'd say it was too soon to be engaged. He had been trying to make his intentions clear for weeks, getting little to no resistance from you. But there was always a chance.

"It's time!"

He closed his canopy after securing all of his harnesses and strapping his helmet into place. At least you and Noah would be able to see him fly for the first time. Then even if you said it was too soon, you'd know he was ready when you were, and that there was a ring waiting. 

The sound of his engines roaring to life brought him comfort and kept him feeling grounded even as he started to taxi. He took off past the packed end of the runway where you were surely sitting, and he knew you'd point him out to Noah. Maybe he was sitting all snuggled up on your lap with his big headphones on. The cozy idea made Bradley want to be down there as he pulled his first roll high above the ground in tandem with the other pilots. The comms crackled to life as he banked out toward the water. 

The sky was clear in every direction; the perfect day for flying. He felt calmer now as he cut graceful movements through the air past two of the others, and even though you were just a speck on the ground from this altitude, he knew you could see him. And he knew you were perfect. And he somehow knew you'd say yes.

As soon as he landed to the crowds of people along the runway cheering and waving Navy flags in the air, he taxied his jet back where it belonged and climbed out as soon as the ladder was available. When he saluted the officer in charge he asked, "Am I dismissed?" He didn't want to wait another minute as he once again checked inside that zipper pouch. 

"You're dismissed, Lieutenant. Thank you."

He started off at a bit of a brisk walk that turned into a jog. He passed through the guarded chain link fence lined with barbed wire and turned in the direction where you said you were sitting, texting as he dodged spectators in the crowd. 

I'm on my way to the two of you.

Without waiting for a response, he moved as quickly as he could past food vendors and flight simulations. All he could picture was the way you'd slept all night curled up with Noah, because when you were with him, everything that was important to Bradley was all in one place, and it made him ache. His flight suit felt restricting now, and he wished he'd taken the time to unzip the top of it. But he had his mission in mind, and nothing was going to stop him. 

Eyes searching the crowd for your floral dress pattern and Noah's yellow shirt, he finally saw you pop up from the blanket you were sitting on to wave at him. A smile found Bradley's face as his feet carried him in your direction. You were holding Noah's small hand in yours as people started wandering around the area before the next set of aircrafts took off. Bradley wiped his brow with his sleeve as he got close enough to see your purple nails as you picked Noah up to wave.

"Hi, Daddy!" his son called out, the noise canceling headphones slipping out of place as you laughed and removed them for the time being. The headphones dropped from your fingertips and landed on the blanket just as Bradley wrapped both of you in a hug.

"Hey, Bub," he said as Noah climbed into his grasp. 

"We saw you in the air!" you gushed, wrapping your arms around him. "Noah loved it so much."

His lips were on yours instantly as his fingers flexed against your back. With one hand around each of you, Bradley wished he'd taken the ring out on his jog over. Now he was out of breath and sweaty and trying to juggle Noah in one arm while the child talked a mile a minute about the airplanes. Because when Bradley broke the kiss and looked at your face, all he wanted to do was hand you that ring and his heart and his life and beg you to always be with them. 

"Princess," he rasped, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he pulled his hand back to find that zipper. He fumbled a bit with it as you bit your lip a little nervously, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek before turning his attention to Noah. "I really need your help, Bub."

"With what?" he asked, arms still wrapped around Bradley's neck. 

As his fingers closed around the ring, he whispered, "We have to ask Mommy a question."

The crowd was loud enough that Bradley thought there was a good chance you couldn't hear his words to Noah as he finally shared his plans for the day with his son. But as he sank to one knee in front of you with Noah perched in front of him, you looked more apprehensive. He handed Noah the ring and watched as his son reached his hand up to you. It was too late to stop now as you caught sight of the princess cut diamond that Bradley thought you'd love from the first time he saw it. Your eyes went wide, and you gasped loudly, eyes fixed on Bradley as you froze. His brain was screaming at him that you were going to say no.

Then Noah's sweet voice filled the space between the two of you as he held the ring up a little higher and asked, "Mommy, will you marry Daddy?"

You were looking from Noah to Bradley as you pressed your fingertips to your lips, and your response was neither a confirmation nor a rejection of his proposal, but rather something Bradley had been hoping for but thought was still a long way off. Tears filled your eyes as you said, "I'm pregnant." 

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Double. Whammy. What's your move, Daddy? What are you thinking, Princess? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[thefallennightmare]

What It Cost-Noah Sebastian[AU]

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: smut, violence(talks of death/beating/forced sex), language, fluff, angst.

Summary: The darkness was all Reader ever knew and now that it was following her, closing in to devour her, she needed to chance to breathe. With one destination in mind, she set out only to stop when she noticed an attractive stranger on the side of the road; his own darkness making her give him a ride to where he needed to go. Both of them were desperate for something else but neither of them could change and it nearly cost them everything.

Authors Note: Thank you everyone for being so patient with me while I worked on this the last five days. It originally wasn't supposed to be this long but fuck it, we ball.

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I stifled yet another yawn behind my fist and shook out the cobwebs, doing my best to stay awake. The nighttime air as it busted through the crack in my car window did little to keep the slumber from pulling me under, but I did whatever I could do. The music was blasting, the bass shaking all parts of my car and I had just thrown another empty can of Dr. Pepper into the plastic bag in the front seat I’d been using as garbage. I’d been driving for the last three hours, exhaustion desperately trying to weigh me down but I refused to let it win. I had somewhere I needed to be at a certain time otherwise all of this, everything I sacrificed would have been for nothing. 

Blinking my eyes, I did my best to see through the thick fog that seemed to have crept along the long stretch of the back roads of California, making it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me. Through the music that played in my speaker came a text tone followed by another and another. 

“The fuck,” I grumbled while reaching for my phone. 

Texting and driving. Nice, dumbass. Try not to kill yourself. 

Ignoring the chastising voice in my head, I flicked my gaze down to the screen on my phone and quickly read the messages. 

Matt: Package is shipped. 

Matt: We will meet at the rendezvous point in four days. 

Matt: Be safe kid. Love you. 

Through the hell of the last 34 hours, I let a smile creep on my lips at the words from my brother. He was always there for me, no matter what I had done growing up and that didn’t stop now when both of us were adults. 

“I’m your big brother. It’s my job to protect you, Y/N.”

His words from when I called him the other night in tears were what kept me going; and kept my mind from thinking back to that night. I needed to keep moving forward, not dwindle in fear of the repercussions. 

“Oh shit!” 

My phone clattered to the floor of my car, and the sound of my brakes screeching in the night air when I saw the faint form of something through the thick fog. I stopped mere inches in front of it, then once my erratic heart began to slow, I leaned closer to my windshield, barely making out the man that stood in front of my car. 

His dark hair covered his eyes, cascading down past his shoulders and the white tank top he wore stood out in the vast darkness when he spread his arms across the warm metal of my car, hands pressing against it. His broad chest rose and fell with each deep breath and I couldn’t help but notice that he spent a lot of time in the gym. The muscles in his arms rippled as he continued to keep his arms outstretched on my car. The headlights cast him in a bright glow thanks to the fog around him and I nearly choked on my breath when he made a down motion with his finger. 

Roll down the window. 

I shook my head, fear settling low in my stomach. Why was he out here in the middle of the night? Strolling around on the dark road alone? This was a receipt for disaster if I obliged his request. The smart thing to do would be to drive away from him, leaving him in the dust, so why the fuck was I rolling down the window?

“You almost hit me,” he adjusted the bag on his shoulder. 

My stomach flipped at his deep voice. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” 

The man didn’t move, only continued to stare into my soul from outside the windshield. 

“Can you please move? I need to keep driving,” I asked after a beat of silence. 

“Where are you headed?” He asked. 

I scoffed. “Why the fuck would I tell you? You could be some serial killer.” 

Even in the dark, I saw the faintest smile pull at his lips. 

“I need a ride,” he shrugged, finally pushing himself away from my car to run a hand through his long hair. 

“Call a taxi,” I said. 

Suddenly, the man began walking around my car, closer to my side and when he reached the open window, I slunk farther down in my seat. I could see him more clearly now; his arms, chest, and neck were all covered in tattoos. Fuck, even his fingers had tattoos as they gripped the door. 

“Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good ride right here?” The man leaned over, his face now inches from mine as he peered into the open window. 

I swallowed thickly when I breathed in his scent; woodsy with a hint of bergamot. 

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to give you a ride anywhere,” I chuckled, mostly to myself. “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Noah.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

The man bent at the knees outside my door so he was at eye level with me. 

“My name is Noah. What’s yours?” He asked with a smile in his eyes. 

“If you think I’m going to tell you my name, you’re fucking insane,” I shook my head.

“You’re not wrong,” Noah licked his lips. “Although, I like to think of myself as more charming than anything.”

My eyes now bulged out of my head. “You’re really not helping your case in getting a ride from me.”

“What if I say please?” He jutted out his bottom lip. 

With his pout and large almond eyes, I felt my heart soften the teeniest of bits. Surely if he was a murderer, he would have killed me already. 

Right?

Capturing my bottom lip between my teeth, I let out a long breath. “Where do you need to go?” 

“Calgary.”

“Canada?!” I screeched. 

“Is that going to be an issue?” Noah wondered, eyes flickering over his shoulder at every unknown sound. 

“Yeah considering we’re in California and Canada isn’t exactly where I was headed,” I informed. 

He raised a brow. “You still never told me where that is exactly.” 

Even though he was a very attractive stranger who didn’t seem to be a serial killer, I still wasn’t going to tell him that I was headed to Wisconsin to meet my brother then both of us would continue the drive to Vermont. Calgary wasn’t exactly on the way. 

“Look, if it’ll help sway you. I’ll pay for gas and food,” Noah’s voice brought me from my thoughts just in time to see him pull out a thick stack of cash from his black sweats. 

If he had this much money, clearly he could find another way to Calgary; something I made known out loud. 

“I could but I run the risk of being recognized. With you, I’d have a front-row seat to your beauty. Better company.” Noah admitted, still kneeling in front of my car door. 

There was an underlying tone in his voice that should have scared me and put me on high alert, however, it was his words that held my attention. 

“My beauty?” I repeated with a slight blush on my cheeks. 

Focus, you idiot! You’re letting this stranger sweet-talk you into giving him a ride into a different country!

“I’m not trying to sweet talk you into giving me a ride, even though I really do need one. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with driving me. I know Canada isn’t exactly close-.” 

“Or anywhere near where I'm going!” I interrupted Noah, voice still high an octave. 

He nodded while holding up the thick stack of cash. “Exactly why I’m offering to pay you. There’s about fifteen hundred here and you can have all of it if you get me to the Canadian border in one piece.” 

My eyes darted from Noah to the money in his hand. It was a very tempting offer only because I was starting over and money was desperately needed. I was already ahead of schedule for meeting Matt, four days we were set to meet and it wouldn’t take that long to drive to Wisconsin. So a detour wouldn’t be the worst thing, especially if the end game was money. 

He could kill you!

“Okay fine,” I gave in with a drop of my shoulders. “Get in.” 

Tapping the hood of my car, Noah rose to his feet and adjusted something in the back of his sweatpants. The only glimpse I got of it was something metal with a blank handle as he ran behind the car, slipping into the front seat. Now his scent engulfed the entire small space along with his long limbs; his legs had no room so Noah adjusted the seat for him to spread them out. He placed the bag in his lap and I tilted my head when I noticed the design on it; a reaper skeleton with a scythe.

It looked eerily familiar but I couldn’t decipher where I’d seen it before. 

My car was still idling in the middle of the road as I ran my palms up and down the steering wheel, unsure what to do next. My heart was pounding so loudly, that I thought Noah could hear it. I couldn’t explain it but having him this close to me affected me in a way that threw all common sense out of the window. 

Fuck, this was such a bad idea. I should be hours away by now, far away from what I left behind. But instead, I’m still in California with a stranger in my car that I just agreed to drive to fucking Canada. 

At least he’s attractive. You can claw at the tattoo on his neck when he’s murdering you. 

I cleared my throat while sitting taller in my seat. “Do you have an address?” 

“Just get me to the border,” Noah answered while tying his long locks into a low bun, showcasing the sharpness of his cheekbones. 

“Oh. Kay,” I muttered while searching up the border for Canada; a twenty-one-hour drive. 

Lovely. 

Finally putting the car in drive, I let it glide along the dark roads with the silent tension debilitating. Every so often, I peered out of the corner of my eye to see that Noah had yet to relax in his seat. He sat straight up while tapping his tattooed fingers against his thighs. It seemed like he was on edge with something and whenever we did pass a car, his eyes watched it with sharpness. 

However, when a cop car sped past with its lights and sirens in the opposite lane, Noah slinked down in his seat, which was odd. The cop drove past so fast, I didn’t have time even to pull over so it wasn't like the officer could even see in my car. Before he could sit up again, another two cop cars sped past even faster than the first one and I nearly missed the way he cursed under his breath because of the music playing on the radio. 

“They must be heading to the prison,” I said, eyes watching the lights disappear in the rearview mirror. 

The state prison was about ten miles back.

Noah didn’t say anything, only shivering while running a hand over his bare arms due to his tank top.

“Are you cold?” I asked. 

“A bit.” 

I adjusted the heat but then nodded to the back seat. “There’s a sweater in the back seat.”

He was quick to reach behind us and grab the sweater, slipping it over his large form. It was Matt’s sweater from one of his favorite movies. 

“Hereditary?” Noah asked while pulling at the sweater. 

I nodded while keeping my eyes on the road. “It’s a movie. Have you seen it?” 

“I haven't had much time for movies this past year,” he answered with a low voice. 

The GPS indicated I needed to take a left turn at the upcoming red light so when I eased to a stop, I glanced over to him. In the low light emanating from the street lights in the car, he looked almost eternal, hiding in the shadows. His hair was still pulled back but the hood was covering his face. The darkness was emanating off of him with such a force that it was practically pulling me in, needing to taste it; melding it with my own. 

“It’s pretty good. A bit of a mind fuck,” I said as the light turned green. 

Noah hummed. “I’ll add it to the list.” 

Silence fell between us again but didn’t last as long as before. Noah turned his body toward me, eyes burning on the side of my face. 

“You’re staring,” I said. 

“I like what I see, can you blame me?” 

The sureness in his voice made my heart flutter and my skin blaze with heat. Instead of saying anything in response, I gripped the steering wheel tighter and adjusted my position in my seat. I’d been driving a total of five hours now which was typically my limit and noticing it was almost two in the morning, I debated on bringing up to Noah if he was fine with stopping at a motel for the night. 

Oh, so now you want to share a room with this guy? What if there was only one bed? 

I shook my head at my inner thoughts. I wouldn’t share a room with him. We’d get our own rooms. 

“You know,” Noah’s deep voice pulled me from my thoughts yet again. “We have another twenty hours. That’s a long time to go without knowing your name.” 

He was leaning his back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. 

I snorted. “Just because you told me yours doesn't mean I’m going to tell you mine.” 

“How am I supposed to thank you once this is all over?” He teased me. 

“By leaving the money in the front seat,” I retorted back. 

Noah clicked his tongue on his teeth and chuckled; the sound making something twitch inside of me. 

“You’ve got some sass, angel. I like it.” 

My eyes snapped to him for the briefest of moments. “Angel?” 

“You won’t tell me your name. I have to call you something,” Noah said as if it wasn’t that big of a deal he gave me a nickname. 

“What if I don’t like it?” I said, still driving. 

He leaned closer towards me and I felt his warm breath fan over my ear, dancing down the side of my exposed neck. 

“Too bad. It stays, angel,” he murmured.

The smile on his face told me he caught on the way my breath caught in my throat and how fast I licked my lips with his proximity.  

When I pulled up to a stop sign, I let the car idle while I turned to face him, nearly choking on my spit when I realized how close we were. His plump lips peeked out from the darkness of his hood and I could faintly see facial hair line his upper lip and pepper his jawline. A few long strands of hair fell onto his face when he tilted his head down at me, those almond eyes searching every inch of my face. 

Kiss him. 

I blinked at the sudden thought, nearly taken aback at how forward it was. I’d never wanted to kiss someone so bad, especially a stranger. But there was something different about Noah although I couldn’t tell quite yet if it was a good or bad thing. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” 

“Wh-what? Why?” I stuttered, flashes of what happened a few days ago creeping back into my mind. 

A tattooed finger reached up to twirl a strand of my hair around it. 

“I don’t want to kiss someone that’s unavailable,” he said. 

Suddenly a loud horn from behind caused me to jump in my seat, doing what I could to scramble away from Noah in the confined space and start driving again. He continued to wear that smug smile as he leaned back into the leather seat. While I kept my eyes straight ahead on the road, Noah kept his on me, and my heart hadn’t stopped pounding in my chest. 

How could I let this stranger almost kiss me? 

The last thing I needed right now was another relationship, especially because of what happened with my last one. Hadn’t I learned anything from what happened? I was on the run because of what happened. 

Crimson. 

All over the living room spread into the hallway into the bathroom where it splattered over the wall; all where it started.

“What’s on your mind, angel?” 

With a sharp breath, I snapped my eyes over to Noah for a curt moment to see that he let out his long hair from the bun and it fell around his face, still clouding him in mystery. But the darkness seemed to work for him, making those eyes shine brighter as they were filled with mischief. 

“Nothing,” I muttered before paying attention to the road again. 

“It didn’t seem like nothing.  You went somewhere just now,” Noah said. 

I scoffed, gripping the wheel tighter. “I didn’t realize I was easy enough to read.” 

“I’m a very perceptive person. I picked up on some of your cues the second I sat in your car,” he shrugged one shoulder, very nonchalantly. 

“Oh really?” I raised a brow. “Please, do tell.” 

Noah sat quietly for a moment as he studied me one final time and I felt my entire essence flare up the longer he silently stared at me. I shifted in my seat to try and curb the itch that seemed to ache between my legs; our almost kiss replaying in my mind like a loop. His lips were plump and I couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like. Even in the darkness of my car, I could see the freckles that peppered his nose and the faint scar just underneath his right eye. 

Maybe from a piercing? A fight? 

“When you’re in your head, you do this thing where you bite your lip; the left corner. Like you’re doing right now,” Noah smiled. 

Quickly, I let go of my bottom lip but said nothing as I continued to drive. 

“You also rub your hands on your things,” he continued in my silence. 

“I do not!” I fought but then realized he was right when I noticed my free hand rubbing up and down my thigh. “Congratulations, you can read me like a book. Do you want a fucking medal or something?” 

Noah chuckled low, the noise rumbling in his chest, and stretched an arm behind me to rest against my headrest. My heart stuttered in my chest, offbeat and unbalanced when I felt fingers play with the ends of my hair behind my neck.  

“You’ve got such a sassy tongue, angel. Do I need to keep it busy with something else?” 

My foot nearly slipped off the gas pedal at his question but I did my best to compose myself. 

“You’re not my type,” I responded flatly. 

Liar. 

Noah was exactly my type, down to the long hair and tattoos. 

“See, I think you’re lying to yourself,” Noah said, still running his fingers across the exposed skin of my neck. “If you weren’t even the slightest attracted to me, you wouldn’t have let me get in your car.” 

My voice faltered. “Y-your money. I need it.” 

“Why’s that?” His warm breath fanned over the crook of my neck while his other hand grazed over my thigh. 

I audibly gulped. “None of your business.” 

Now the grip behind my neck tightened and the hand on my thigh brushed dangerously close to my pussy. I could feel his warm touch through the thin material of my sweatpants, igniting a fire within me. 

“Do you want to know what I think you need?” Noah questioned. 

When I didn’t say anything, he took it as a silent cue for him to continue. “I think you could use a good fuck. Something to loosen up this tension. I bet your panties are soaked because of me and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” 

“They are not!” I seethed through clenched teeth.

Liar. 

“When was the last time someone touched you, angel? Made you scream for them?” Noah wondered. 

“That’s none of your buis-Shit,” I cursed when his finger brushed along my folds, over my leggings. 

“The way you moan makes my cock throb. Fuck, it’s been too long,” he grazed his teeth along the shell of my ear. 

Suddenly, a loud ringing broke through the lust-filled car and shattered whatever fell between Noah and me. I realized though that it wasn’t my phone ringing but his when he pulled away from me to rummage through his bag. 

“Yeah?” He answered curtly. 

I let my pulse rate calm while trying to squeeze away the arousal between my legs. Noah’s touch awoke something in me that I had buried away years ago; the dark side of me. For the last five years, I had to pretend to be perfect in all aspects of my life; looks, personality, and relationships. The perfect trophy wife. 

After years of mental and physical abuse, a few nights ago I finally snapped. He never saw it coming. 

“Eighteen hours,” Noah said into his phone. “I found a ride.” 

I gulped again when I felt his eyes on me. “I find myself asking that question as well.” 

The street lights that glowed along the roads began to fade away the farther we drove away from the city and the amount of stop lights became less and less. We passed the state sign for Nevada a few hours ago and with the GPS taking me through the back roads unseen, we didn’t get to see the city strip of Las Vegas.

How tragic. 

“Reassure Joakim and Nicholas I’ll be there,” Noah sighed while running a hand over his jaw. 

Doing my best to tune out the rest of his phone conversation, I reached for another soda and popped it open to take a long drink from it. My body was practically screaming for rest, even if it was for a few minutes so my eyes could close. Once Noah finished his phone call, he tossed the phone back into his bag before letting out a long sigh and easing into the seat. I didn’t bother asking who he was on the phone with because frankly, I couldn't care less. The sooner I dropped Noah off at the border, the faster I could get back to my own life and figure out my future. I didn’t need to let him crawl completely under my skin because I knew what the ramifications would be if I let that happen. 

A long silence filled the car and after a while, I heard Noah’s soft breathing echoing in the car meaning he had fallen asleep. 

Lucky asshole. 

For the next two hours, I drove with the eerily calm breathing of Noah, every so often peaking over at him. From the second I nearly hit him with my car, he seemed to be on edge and constantly looking over his shoulder with any soft breeze. Now it was like he finally let himself relax because he thought he was safe enough not to be on edge. 

My body jerked awake, the car nearly swerving into the opposite lane and I breathed a breath of relief when I realized we were still the only car on the entire stretch of road. It had been like this for the last few hours and I was beginning to wonder if the apocalypse happened without us knowing and we were the only two survivors.

"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" 

Noah’s gruff voice made my shoulder go rigid when I realized he woke up and I gripped the steering wheel harder, knuckles going white from my agitation. If he'd known I'd already been driving for three hours before I picked him up, he might have understood why I was so tired. 

"You could drive," I grumbled under my breath. 

He tsked while leaning over in his seat towards me, his long tattooed fingers reaching for my thigh again. I sucked in a breath when I felt the heat radiating off of him engulf me. 

"Or I could sit here and find a way to keep you awake," Noah muttered, leaning into me. 

My heart beat wildly in my chest and I nearly let my eyes flutter shut when his hand reached for the waistband of my leggings. Suddenly, I wasn't tired anymore. Instead, I was very aroused. 

"Do you want that?" He asked, voice gone with lust. 

I swallowed thickly, doing my best so my voice wouldn't come out shaky. I was ready to throw away that final broken piece of me, the one I had to create so I could ultimately be free. Be who I used to be. Some might think I was crazy to allow myself to let this stranger finger me while I drove but I didn’t care. It’d been so long since I had a release that wasn’t brought on by my own hand and I craved it. 

"Please,” I breathed.

Noah’s bright grin shone in the darkness of the car when his hand slipped into my leggings and underwear, finger gliding over my slick folds. His groans sent a shock straight to my pussy. 

"You can lie all you want, angel. But you're fucking soaked for me. A stranger. Someone you picked up on the side of the road a few hours ago," Noah’s teeth grazed over my ear lobe. 

I jerked the wheel, the car swerving yet again, and it made him pull his finger away from my clit to which I whined in protest. 

"Keep your eyes on the road. If you don't crash, I'll let you cum. Deal?" 

When I nodded, he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of my neck before slipping a finger inside of me. "Good girl."

“Fuck,’ I moaned as his thick finger began to pump in and out of me, slowly at first as if he was testing the waters; figuring out what I liked. 

I shifted in the seat, still trying to keep my attention on the road ahead of me. Now that there weren't any street lights, it was a lot harder to see more than a few feet in front of me so I had to turn on my brights. 

“Shit,” I whimpered when Noah’s thumb pressed against my clit. 

“Oh, you like that, angel?” He asked, nipping at my earlobe. 

With his thumb on my clit and finger now working fast inside of me, I was a blubbering mess, words spilling over my tongue. That familiar ache that soon turned to pleasure began building low in my gut and I gripped the steering wheel harder now, doing my best to keep the car straight. 

“You’re swerving,” Noah breathed against the shell of my ear before pressing a kiss there. 

I shivered. “I can’t help it. You’re-.” 

“I’m what?” He teased, now working on leaving a mark on my neck. 

Smug bastard.

“It’s so good,” I moaned while exposing more of my neck to him. 

Now his teeth began nipping at the sensitive skin while his thumb worked fast circles on my clit and I clenched over his finger when he added a second. I felt so full and nearing my climax, the white haze creeping into the edge of my vision. Sheer ecstasy was filling my veins as I began convulsing in my seat, Noah edging me on with vulgar words. 

“Such a whore for my fingers. If you act like this, I can’t imagine how you’d look coming apart on my cock.” 

The noise that erupted from my throat was downright disgusting but it seemed to urge Noah on because now his pace on my clit was messy. 

“Do you want my cock, angel? Have it split you open?” 

He sunk his teeth into the flesh of my throat and I arched off the seat, all while still keeping the car straight. 

“Noah,” I begged. “I’m gonna-.” 

“Fuck, my cock is so hard angel. Be a good girl and cum for me, let me see you fall apart.” 

With an earth-bending scream, I spasmed all over Noah’s fingers as he worked me through my orgasm. He praised his pleasure in my ear and it made me keen with satisfaction. My eyes darkened as I watched him pull out from me and then lick his two fingers eagerly; like a man starved. 

“You taste so good, angel,” he hummed in approval. 

“I think it’s safe to say, I’m wide awake now,” I said while my chest rose and fell with each deep breath as I did my best to come down. 

I drove for less than a mile before Noah shifted in his seat, adjusting his sweats. 

“Pull over,” he ordered with a grunt. 

My eyes snapped over to him. “What?” 

“Pull over,” he repeated, this time more gently than before. 

Doing as he asked, I pulled the car over to the side of the road before putting it in park. I brushed away the stray hairs from my face and then turned towards Noah, who was staring down at his lap; at the wet spot. 

“Oh,” was all I said with red cheeks when I realized what I was looking at. 

Noah chuckled while running his hands over his thighs. “I told you, it’s been a while for me.” 

I glanced in my backseat, although I knew it was futile. The only extra clothes I had were for me, none to fit his tall stature. 

“According to the GPS, there’s a truck stop a few miles ahead, with showers,” I couldn’t help but giggle. 

He ran a hand over his chin to hide his smile. “Hilarious.” 

For the next ten minutes, we drove in silence beside the soft tune of the radio, and I allowed my mind to wander to what happened moments before. My body was still buzzing from the high of my release and I desperately needed to feel like that again. 

Noah’s muttering about his hair made me give him a sideway glance as I took a right turn. “Everything alright?” 

He was staring at his phone with a stone face making it impossible to read him. 

“Fine.” 

His answer was curt and I tried not to let it bother me while pulling into the almost empty parking lot of the truck stop. Besides my car, there were three others and about six large semis parked on the other end of the lot. 

“Did you want anything?” Noah asked while gathering his things and slipping over his hood. 

I raised a brow at how he almost went into hiding but said nothing of it. 

“I’m fine. I’m going to fill up and then use the bathroom. Take your time cleaning up,” I teased before slipping out of the car. 

Noah waved over his shoulder as he made his way inside the shop. 

Almost twenty minutes later, I had filled up the car with gas and gone to the bathroom to freshen up. The cool night air felt great against my skin as I took my time walking back to the car to stretch my legs. I changed into a pair of comfier shorts and an oversized hoodie, wanting to be a bit more comfortable for this next leg of the drive. 

When I reached the car, my feet skidded to a halt seeing Noah sitting against the hood of it, bags full of snacks at his feet. However, my attention was on something else. He was now wearing a pair of black mesh shorts and a shirt with some sort of anime character on it. I expected to see the long locks of his dark hair pulled back or falling over his shoulders. Instead, his hair stopped before it reached his ears. 

He cut his hair. 

I blinked, unable to speak. 

Fuck, he looked so good. 

“You’re staring,” Noah smirked. 

“Uh,” I motioned to his head. “You cut your hair.” 

He fixed the hair across his forehead so it could fall to the side giving himself bangs. 

“Yeah, I was tired of the length. I needed to see the back of my neck again,” he said while rubbing his neck. 

I still haven't moved, standing in the middle of the parking lot, and it wasn’t until Noah picked up the bags full of snacks. 

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but I still got you some snacks.” 

My heart fluttered as a smile pulled at my lips. “You didn’t have to do that. Thank you.” 

“Come on,” he motioned to the passenger seat. “We should get back on the road. 

While he slipped behind the wheel, I hesitantly got into the passenger seat. “You’re driving?” 

He nodded while starting the car, pulling out of the lot once the GPS was loaded. 

“I’m in the driver's seat now,” he winked. “You should get some rest.” 

I wanted to fight it because falling asleep and being vulnerable around Noah still worried me. If he wanted to kill me he would have the second I rolled down my window for him. He could have killed me and stolen my car but he didn’t. 

The thought of sleep, however, sounded heavenly. So with a nod, I grabbed my blanket from the back seat and snuggled deeper into the seat. 

“Try not to crash my car, yeah?” I somewhat joked. 

Noah winked. “No promises, angel.” 

“I’ll be there in time, don’t worry Nicholas.” 

A soft breath fell from my lips as I adjusted my position on the seat and brought the blanket closer to my chin, sleep still having its claws in me. 

“What’s the news saying?” 

It was then I noticed Noah was talking to someone, his hushed conversation being picked up easily in the quiet car. 

“I cut my hair and I’ll cover my tattoos until I’m across the border if I need to.” 

This made my eyes open just a slit, enough to see Noah was on the phone, it clutched tightly to his ear while the other hand gripped the steering wheel. I could tell the car was still moving along the road smoothly and when I glanced at the time remaining on the GPS, I nearly choked on my saliva. 

I’d been asleep for five hours; we had less than eight hours left until we reached Canada. 

“No, she doesn’t. I plan to keep it that way.”

Now my attention was on Noah again as I continued to pretend I was asleep. 

“It’s not like that, Nicholas. She’s getting me to Canada and that’s it. She’ll go wherever she was headed before she picked me up.”

He audibly snorted at whatever this Nicholas said. “No, she has no idea. Prison was hell enough and I barely got out of there alive.”

All the blood drained from my body and I felt every part of me go stiff at hearing his words. 

Prison. 

Noah had been in prison and I picked him up on the side of the road like some kind of idiot. 

Told you he was going to murder you. 

Suddenly, all the pieces began to click into place like a disturbed puzzle. 

Noah standing in the middle of the road with a bag, dressed in almost prison clothes. 

Him randomly deciding to cut his hair.

Sharp eyes watched as each car passed us and nearly hid underneath the seat when the cop cars sped past us. 

Cops trying to find an escaped prisoner. 

“Stop the car,” I demanded while sitting up. 

Noah cursed before hanging up the phone, letting it fall into the cup holder. “How’d you sleep?” 

My eyes sliced into him. “Stop the fucking car, Noah!” 

He didn’t. Instead, he kept driving as if his words meant absolutely nothing. 

I stared at him still with such venom behind my eyes, hatred burning low in my gut. 

“You lied to me,” I seethed. 

“You never asked,” he glanced my way for a quick second before looking back at the road ahead of him. 

It was mid-afternoon now, the sun shining brightly in the car and showcasing all of him. The tattoos on his thick arms bulged as Noah gripped the wheel tighter with one hand while the other rested on his thigh; also covered in tattoos. 

I licked my lips, trying to tell myself not to fall for his looks or remember how he made me crumble with those fingers. 

“Were you released from prison or did you escape?” I asked with crossed arms. 

Even though his lips didn't smile, the way his eyes glinted told me exactly what I needed to know. 

“STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” I bellowed while pulling on the door handle. 

The noise of the locks engaging echoed loudly in the small car. 

My blood ran cold when I realized he wasn't going to let me leave. 

“A-r-re you going to k-kill me?” I asked with such a thick waver to my voice, that the sob was practically crawling its way out of my throat. 

Noah sighed while scratching at his cheek. “If I wanted to kill you, don’t you think I would have by now?” 

I shrugged. “That doesn't mean you won't.” 

“I’m not a killer, angel,” he said with a stern voice. 

“Then stop the fucking car,” my jaw ticked. 

I could see the way he fought with this decision internally until finally, Noah pulled the car over to the side of the road. The route we had been going made it so that not many cars were following us; Noah and I being the only ones out here. 

“Can you let me explain?” He asked while turning his body towards me. 

“Fuck you,” I spat before storming out of the car and leaving the door open. 

The fury blinded me as I began walking on the edge of the road to a destination unknown. Yes, I was leaving my car and belongings behind with him but at that moment, I didn’t give a shit. There was only one thing that mattered. 

Get far away from Noah. 

“Angel!” He called out after me. “Get your ass back here!” 

I tossed him the middle finger over my shoulder, sandals slapping against the gravel. Unfortunately, I hadn’t made it far enough because I heard Noah curse something under his breath before his thunderous footsteps echoed behind me. 

“Put me down!” I screamed when I felt myself being tossed over his shoulder. 

I writhed against his stronghold as he carried me back to the car. From my view, I was upside down in front of his ass, and for a brief moment, I marveled at how perfect it was. 

Focus, idiot!

“I swear to God, Noah. Let me go!” 

When I kneed him in the gut, he let me fall to my ass with a grunt and I scrambled to get away from him again, this time hoping I could reach my car and drive off. However, right before I reached the handle of the driver's side door, Noah wrapped his fingers around my wrist to whirl me into the open door of the back seat. 

“You’re fucking insane!” I screamed while reaching for the door opposite of me, still trying to escape. 

I thought I would feel a sense of fear with him chasing after me and keeping me hostage, instead, I felt an arousal pool between my legs, and my breath hitched when his large frame lay on top of my back, keeping me locked between him and the seat. 

“Stop fucking fighting,” he growled low in my ear. 

“Just kill me,” I shot back with tears brimming in my eyes. “Get this over with.” 

Noah hummed while breathing in my scent. “I already told you, angel. I’m not a killer.” 

My bottom lip trembled. “Then what do you want?” 

“You,” he answered with zero hesitation. 

His large hand snaked up underneath my sweater to scratch at the warm skin of my back and I shivered underneath his electric touch. I should be scared of him yet I yearned to feel him devour me. My soul was vibrating with the need to feel his lips on me, his cock inside of me, and finally let go of that sliver of a person I used to be. Noah wasn’t the only one running from something. Who was I to judge what he’d done to land in prison when I wasn’t any better than him? 

“Then what are you waiting for?” I murmured while looking over my shoulder at him.

With a growl, Noah pulled me up to pull off my sweater and bra, leaving me topless for him. His eyes darkened as he licked his lips at the sight of my perky nipples before pushing me back down on the cool leather seats. He then yanked on the seat belt beside me to wrap it around my wrists, keeping them locked behind my back. Then he did the same thing with the other seat belt with my ankles and once he was satisfied with the tightness of my binds, his face loomed over me again. 

“The second you want out, say mercy.” 

I rapidly nodded. “Please don’t stop. I need this.” 

As I was still glancing over my shoulder, I watched Noah as he pulled out a pocket knife from his shorts and felt my heart stop in my chest when it clicked open, the blade slicing through the material of my shorts and underwear. 

He had the knife this entire time? 

“Such a pretty ass,” Noah mused before laying his palm against it with a strike, followed by another then another. After the six strikes, he soothed the reddened skin with a gentle caress. 

I hissed in my bindings, trying to pull away from him but knew it was pointless. He managed to tie the seatbelts so tight, that there was no way I’d be able to escape. 

Not that I wanted to anyway. 

Noah’s lips kissed down my spine, tongue, and teeth tasting every inch of skin and his name fell off my lips in a hungry whisper. One lone finger gathered up my arousal between my legs which made him hum in delight.

“I’ve barely touched you, angel. You’re already so wet for me,” he licked at his fingers like a kitten lapping up milk. 

“Noah,” I panted, trying my hardest to raise my ass towards him. 

The space in my car was tight due to his tall frame so he currently was half sitting on me, one leg bent at the knee on my right side while his other leg kept him up against the back of the driver's seat. 

“Tell me what you want,” he dragged the flat side of the blade over the swell of my ass, down between my legs, and over my pussy; my slick arousal coating it. 

I gulped, the words now foreign on my lips when the cool metal pressed against my clit. My brain was a jumbled mess as I tried to pick out the correct words I needed to say. 

“Your cock,” the words finally spilled out when the handle of the knife pressed inside my slick folds. 

“Ask nicely,” he demanded while licking up my arousal from the blade, the sharp point cutting his tongue slightly. 

“Please,” I groaned at the sight. 

The noise that rumbled from the back of Noah’s throat made my pussy clench as I watched him quickly strip out of his clothes, his bare form on full display for me. He was covered in tattoos, almost every inch of him and when he leaned over towards the front seat, I sucked in a breath at the large tattoo on his back. 

“Shit,” he grumbled and tossed his bag back onto the seat. 

“What is it?” I wondered. 

He ran a hand over his jaw. “Unless you have a condom hiding somewhere in your car then we need to rethink this.” 

My face fell and I sucked in my bottom lip which caused Noah to tilt his head at me. 

“You’re going back to that place, angel. If you want me to stop, please-.” 

“No!” I said a little too suddenly. “I want this, Noah. Trust me. We don’t need a condom. I’m safe.” 

“Are you on birth control?” His brows furrowed. 

I winced because I didn’t want to get into the procedure I had undergone six years ago; against my free will. So I lied instead. 

“Yeah.”

That was all Noah needed to hear before he spit on the palm of his hand and wrapped it around his thick cock; beads of precum spilling over the head. It was long and red with a blue vein on the underneath of it. 

It was the prettiest cock I’d ever seen. 

Noah adjusted himself behind me the best he could due to the limited space and he raised my hips off the seat with one hand while the other angled the head of his cock at my pussy. I trilled in delight when he filled me, the sudden fullness making my stomach twitch with slight pain. He must have noticed because he stopped moving his hips and placed a tender kiss on my shoulder. 

“Safe word?”

“I’m okay, just give me a minute.” 

I didn’t want to tell him that the last time I had sex it was rough, not in the nice kind of way, so my body was still reacting to it. 

“Okay,” I breathed after a moment. “Don’t hold back, Noah. Please.” 

And he didn’t. 

His hips smacked against my ass so hard, the sound drowned out the mewls of pleasure that spit from my tongue. The head of his cock hit that spot every time he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into me. 

“Fuck, angel. I missed this feeling so much. I’m not going to last long with you gripping my cock like this,” Noah’s teeth bit down on the skin between my shoulder blades. 

“Oh God,” I grunted. 

He pulled on the part of the seatbelt that wasn’t tied around my wrists and wrapped it around my neck twice; just tight enough to cut off my oxygen a bit but still able to breathe. 

“There’s no God in this car with us. Just you and me.” 

Noah’s nails dug into the sensitive skin of my hips as he pounded into me with no regard, the squelching of our shared arousals sounding vulgar. Due to the tightness of the belt around my throat, it felt like I was floating higher and higher to my orgasm. The edges of my vision went blurry with the impending doom of unconsciousness. It was there, along with my orgasm, ready to pull me under the waves and never let me up. 

Just as I was about to succumb, the blade cut through the belt around my neck and slightly nicked my skin, blood dripping to the seat below. 

“Shit,” Noah hissed when he realized what he’d done, hips stalling. “Angel, I’m-.” 

“Don’t fucking stop!” I commanded. “I’m so fucking close, Noah.” 

He slipped a hand between my pussy and the seat, fingers strumming against my clit like he was playing the guitar. It was exactly what I needed to finally slip underneath the waves and I screamed out my arousal, it coating his cock. Noah didn’t give me a second to enjoy the after-shocks because he cut the binds at my wrists and ankles and then flipped me over on my back so I could look up at him. With my legs wrapped around his back, he thrust a few more times before spilling himself inside of me with a guttural moan that sent shivers down my spine. 

Noah’s freshly cut hair was a mess across his forehead so I did my best to brush it away from his eyes, the darkness of them drinking in the sight of my wetness on his cock and then snapped up to the blood drying between my breasts. The tip of his tongue darted up to clean the bloody mess he made before kissing his way down my stomach and leaving a soft kiss on my clit. 

“Ah! Shit!” I panted when he began lapping up our shared arousal between my legs, licking me clean. 

I ran my fingers through the softness of his hair, pulling him away from me because the overstimulation was too much to take. 

“Too much,” I sighed. 

Noah slinked his hand behind my neck to jerk my mouth up to his and wrenched my jaw open to spit the blood and cum mixture in my mouth. It was filthy and so fucking wrong. 

I loved every second of it. 

I tasted both of us on his tongue and it made me hum in satisfaction before he let me fall back to the seat with a soft thud. 

“You taste fucking divine, angel,” Noah mused while wiping his lips clean. 

Sighing in content, I let myself lay there for a few extra moments while I watched Noah rest against one of the seats doing his best to calm his breathing. We let the silence encompass us for a long while until I rested my hands on my stomach and looked over at him when his voice broke through the quiet. 

“Are you alright?” 

The features of his face were soft but filled with concern so I quickly nodded, reassuring him I was more than alright. It felt like my body was still floating in ecstasy. 

“You barely cut me, Noah. I’ve had worse,” I said while slowly sitting up. 

He frowned at my words and I realized what I said so I did my best to change the subject. 

“How’d you escape?” I asked while pulling my knees to my chest. 

Noah extended his arm across the back seat and sighed. “Me and another inmate were on the way to be transferred to another prison across the state when the van crashed and I snuck away. According to the papers, prisoner 213123 died in the fire while prisoner 44536 escaped.” 

“Let me guess, you swapped your numbers so it seemed like you died instead of the other guy,” I snorted. 

He merely shrugged with a smirk. “Are you going to turn me in?” 

I pursed my lips already knowing the answer. “Why are you telling me all of this? If you’re on the run, don’t you think you should have come up with a different identity?” 

“I trust you, angel,” he answered, not missing a beat. 

Trust. 

How can this man trust me when I hadn’t spoken an ounce of my own transgressions? 

“You don’t even know me,” my voice was hushed. 

Noah brushed away the hair from my face so he could look directly into my eyes. “I was betrayed by someone I’d known for years. It’s a feeling, telling me to trust you.”

“You said you didn’t kill anyone, right?” I questioned while resting my head against the headrest. 

We both were still naked and the cool air from the vents brought chills to our skin. 

“Bank robbery. My crew and I were set up. I took the fall for all of it. I got twenty years while they went into hiding,” Noah’s fingers brushed along my shoulder. 

“How long did you actually serve?” 

He gave me that infamous smirk, the one I found myself swooning over. “Three years, just enough for my crew to set up shop somewhere else.” 

“Canada?” I teased with a lift of my brow.

“You can come with me, ya know?” Noah suggested while stretching out his long limbs in the backseat. “Get away from whatever you’re running from.”

I suddenly froze in front of him. “What makes you think I’m running from something?” 

He lifted my chin with a tattooed knuckle, his breath fanning over my lips. “The look in your eyes matches my own. And maybe that’s why you haven’t run from me yet.” 

The truth in his words scared the hell out of me, how he could read me so well like a book. 

“We should get back on the road if you want to get to your friends on time,” I said while pulling away from him. 

Without saying another word, I pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, quickly changing. I hopped over to the front seat and clicked the belt over me while Noah threw his previous clothes on and got out of the car to walk around to the front seat. 

“You fucked up my seat belts,” I grumbled while pulling back onto the main road. 

“Send me the invoice when you get them replaced,” he chuckled. 

Four hours and the glowing moon later, we were closer to Canada than before and Noah had been reading a book while I silently sang along to the words on my playlist. Every so often his hand would graze over to my thigh, squeezing it when he noticed I would start to doze off. 

“I’m fine,” I assured him with a nod when I’d been caught again. 

He placed the book back in his bag before pointing to an upcoming exit sign. “I think I saw some restaurants up ahead. Let’s get something to eat and I’ll take over driving.” 

Bright red and blue lights filled the car and I cursed when I peeked in the rearview mirror seeing a cop attempting to pull me over. Sweat gathered at my palms as I looked over to Noah, wondering what I should do. 

His jaw was clenched tight and I thought he was about to yell at me, blaming my reckless driving for getting pulled over. Instead, he patted my knee and motioned to the car. 

“Pull over. It’s alright, angel. Just act natural and he won't suspect anything.” 

Swallowing thickly, I did my best to remain calm because the thought of acting naturally knowing I had a wanted fugitive in my car not to mention what I was running from made it impossible. 

Once the car was at a stop, I started running my hands up and down my thighs, doing whatever I could to stop my racing heart. 

“Just tell them you were falling asleep so we were planning on switching drivers, okay?” Noah said while placing a hat low over his eyes. 

You’re so fucked! How can you hide someone who escaped from prison? 

Well, according to Noah, people think he died in the crash so maybe the cop won’t even notice him.

Oh really? And what's your excuse? How do you plan to explain all that blood in your apartment and his-?

A firm tapping on my window made me roll it down with an innocent smile as I handed him my license. “I know I was swerving.” 

“Have you had anything to drink?” The officer asked, shining his flashlight in my face after taking a peek at my license.

I squinted my eyes while shaking my head. “No. I’m sober. It’s been a long drive and we were planning on switching at the next exit.” 

This made the officer glance over to Noah, who kept his head down as if he were asleep. 

“Hm. Well, I ran your plates. Do you know Sean Writhe?” 

My soul had been sucked dry, leaving me a bag of skin and bones as I slumped into my seat. 

No. No. No. This cannot be happening. 

“Yes,” I said quietly. 

“He’s the registered owner of the car, is that right?” 

Noah shifted in his seat next to me when I answered. “Yeah.” 

“According to your license, he’s your husband,” the officer said. 

The noise that came from Noah made my stomach drop and I knew that there would be no way I could explain myself to him without him getting upset. 

“Soon to be ex, we’re separated,” I said while rubbing my hands over my thighs. 

The officer raised a dark eyebrow at me, his salt and pepper combed back away from his face. 

“Sean Writhe is dead. Officers back in Los Angeles found his body in your shared apartment.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my snarky remark to myself but ultimately failing. 

“I didn’t think Montana cops were particular about knowing Los Angeles crimes.” 

The officer's eyes sliced into me, one hand on his hip. “We are when we spot a wanted car driving in our parts of town. You’re wanted for questioning in your husband's murder.” 

“Fuck.”

Noah’s curse from next to me caused the officer to shine the light on him again, this time longer than before. I watched in horror as his shoulders went rigid, the realization setting in on who exactly was sitting in my front seat. I wasn’t sure how he recognized Noah with the short hair and hat but it had to be one of his many tattoos that gave him away. 

“Sir,” the officer's voice was shaky as he began reaching for his gun. “Can you step out of the car for me?” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“Angel,” Noah’s voice was a warning when I glanced over to him, my body shaking with fear. 

The softness of his almond eyes underneath his hat eased me a bit but then everything next happened so fast, I couldn’t register it all until it was too late. 

Noah pulled out the gun from his bag and then reached over my seat to pull on the handle, making me fall back and out of view when he aimed the barrel of the gun at the officer; three loud pops reverberated in the confines of my car, along with my screams. I covered my hands too late, seeing the officer's body fall to the ground in a heap of blood. 

Teeth sunk in deep around my heart, dragging it to the depths of hell along with me, and I choked on the air around me. I desperately needed the oxygen to fill my lungs again as I clawed at my throat, still lying down in the driver's seat. 

“Shit,” Noah clambered over his seat towards me, eyes staring down with worry. “Angel, are you alright? Say something.” 

I shook my head, my brain not functioning enough to say anything, so he raised my seat again and cupped my cheeks. 

“I need to know you’re not going to pass out on me, okay? I have to deal with the body before someone drives by and sees it.” 

The body. 

Even with the vice grip surrounding me, I gave a curt nod which was enough for Noah, who slipped out of the car towards the body that lay on the other side of my door. Daring a glance through the open window, the headlights from the officer's car shined bright on his deathly form. Two bullet holes in his chest, one directly in the middle of his forehead. 

“You said you’re not a killer,” I finally found my voice through the haze. 

It was as if everything was slowly coming back to me. The officer pulled us over, finding out that what I had been running from finally caught up to me, and Noah took care of the problem. 

Just like I had done. 

“Circumstances changed, angel,” he grunted while dragging the body towards the back of my car. “Pop the trunk.” 

I blinked rapidly before pressing the button, the trunk springing open. The shift of the added weight made the car buckle before Noah slammed the door shut and then was back in his spot next to me. 

“What are you doing?” I wondered, watching him type something on his phone. 

“We need a new plan,” he said. “There’s a lake three miles ahead, away from prying eyes. I need you to drive your car there, I’ll follow behind in the officer's car where we’ll dump the cars and him.” 

My eyes widened. “Excuse me? We’re doing what now?” 

Noah ran a tired hand over his face with an audible sigh. “We need to get rid of the evidence, angel. Then get far away from here as soon as we can. Soon, others will come looking for him and us.” 

As much as I wanted to scream at him, remind him there was no us, I knew he was right. The faster we deal with the body in the trunk, the faster we can get away from it all. 

“Okay,” I nodded while starting the car. “I’ll follow you.” 

Noah’s grip was tight on my chin as he forced me to look at him, anger filling his eyes. “Once we’re done with this little hiccup, we’re going to talk about what happened with your husband.” 

The venom in the word husband made my skin crawl. 

“Ex,” I spat through gritted teeth. “I was divorcing him.” 

“Right,” Noah clicked his tongue. “Was that before or after you killed him?” 

My silence gave him the answer he needed. I couldn’t judge or grill him about being a killer when I was one. And now, so was Noah. 

“Follow close behind, okay? I don’t need you to lose me. It’s only a three-mile drive,” Noah left me with a tender kiss on my forehead that eased away some of the fear and worry. 

Five minutes later, I stood off to the side holding my arms to my chest as I watched Noah empty all of our belongings from my car and then wipe everything down. 

Washing away the evidence. 

“What’s the point if we’re sinking the car?” I asked. 

The moonlight struck through the clouds, casting Noah in an eternal glow and if it had been any other moment in time, I’d wrap myself around him to taste his lips. But now, the only thing I thought of was the sound his gun made when it killed the officer. 

“Just in case they find the car and pull it out of the river,” Noah said with not an ounce of worry in his voice. 

Must be nice. 

He’d already put cinder blocks in the officer's car, letting it drive off the ledge of the cliff to the waters below with a loud splash. For the next few minutes, we watched as the same thing happened with my car and I held onto the two bags that held my entire life's possessions. 

“How’d you do it?” 

Noah’s question jarred me out of the trance I had found myself in. 

“Uh,” my tongue darted out to wet my lips. “I stabbed him. Except I missed and ended up slicing his arm instead. He chased me through our apartment until I locked myself in the bathroom. He eventually broke down the door but this time I was ready for him and sliced the femoral artery.” 

“Fuck,” he whistled low, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Quick death.” 

“Not quick enough,” I muttered under my breath.

Noah stepped in front of me, blocking the path to my sinking car. He was taller than me by a full foot so I had to tilt my head up towards him. The calloused pads of his fingers grazed over my cheek and I allowed myself to relax with his touch. 

“You made that comment earlier about how you had worse things happen to you than a simple cut of a knife,” he noted.

I nodded. “Sean wanted the perfect trophy wife and when I didn’t deliver, he took it out on me any way he could. Beating me, starving me, or locking me away in our crawl space. Sometimes if he was really pissed at me when I said no to sex, he would-.” 

The words died on my tongue, unable to finish the sentence. But I didn’t need to, Noah understood. He pulled me into his embrace and left a kiss on my hairline as I wrapped my arms around his broad back, resting my cheek against his chest. 

“He deserved death,” Noah grumbled. 

“I gathered the strength to leave him with the help of my brother but Sean was the son of the mayor so when I tried to serve him with divorce papers, they somehow disappeared.” 

His grip on me tightened as I continued. “I was staying with my brother at the time so I met Sean back at his place to try and talk him into getting a divorce. It went sour pretty fast and that’s when it happened.” 

I rested my chin on his sternum now so I could gaze up at him through my lashes. “There’s one more thing you should know.” 

When he nodded, I took a deep breath and spoke. “Before, when you asked me if I was on birth control, I lied.” 

His body went tense in my grasp so I squeezed his hips. “I can’t get pregnant. Sean forced me to have a hysterectomy.” 

“What?!” Noah’s eyes were blazing with hatred. 

“Sean didn’t want kids but also didn’t want to wear a condom. He thought I’d get fat if I went on the pill so he thought the next best thing was to remove my uterus. He had some surgeon friends that did the surgery, no questions asked.” 

“Death was an easy way out for him,” he seethed. 

I let out a deep breath, hoping it would not only calm myself but Noah as well.

“It’s a part of my life I’m trying to leave behind. I have plans to meet my brother in Wisconsin in three days then we’re off to live our lives in Vermont. That’s where I was headed when you found me.” 

“When you almost hit me with your car,” he corrected with a smug smile. 

I playfully smacked his chest before slipping out of his embrace to grab my bags. “Matt, my brother, stayed behind to clean up my mess so the least I can do is keep my promise to him and meet him at our rendezvous point.” 

The corner of Noah’s lips twitched as he wanted to say something but ultimately nodded and tossed his bag over his shoulder. “Well, if you and your brother change your mind. There’s always extra space in our encampment in Calgary.” 

“Encampment?” I questioned, scruffing the heels of my shoes on the gravel. 

We were still standing on the edge of the cliff beyond the trees, far away from the road so no one would see us. 

“My crew bought ten acres of land in the middle of the woods in Calgary. Spent the last three years building homes, making it livable, so when I finally broke out, I’d have somewhere to go,” Noah explained. 

“And you want me to join? Like a cult?” 

He mocked the hurt by holding a hand over his heart. “I would never! It’s not a cult, angel. Just a place for me and my friends all to live within a few miles of each other. Plenty of homes with privacy.” 

My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I weighed his offer. While it sounded very tempting to be able to live within miles of him and see him every day, I made a promise to Matt; one I couldn’t break. 

Clearing my throat, I tossed my hair on top of my head in a messy bun before placing my hands on my hips. 

“Well, now that our ride is at the bottom of the river, how do you expect me to fulfill my end of the deal?” 

Just then, thunderous sounds of motorcycles crept up from behind, spinning around us in quick succession, it made me dizzy to watch. However, Noah had a smirk on his face when the spinning bikes halted their movements. 

“About time you showed up,” he said to one of the men who stepped off his bike. 

When the man took off his helmet, long chocolate waves fell around his face and I sucked in a breath at how gorgeous he was. The light from the street lamp above captured his strong cheekbones and the nose piercing in his nose. 

“Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes,” the man chuckled with an unknown accent. 

Noah and the man hugged. “Nice to see you, Joakim.” 

Joakim ruffled Noah’s hair. “Nice haircut.” 

He smacked his hand away just in time for another man to step up to the group of us, this one shorter than the other but his smile brought immediate comfort. 

“Folio!” Noah gathered the man in a bear hug. “Catch any good fish at Omens?” 

“Every morning!” Folio beamed. 

“Omens?” I quietly asked. 

Noah turned towards me with a smile. “It’s the name of our encampment.” 

“Oh,” I mouthed while adjusting the bag on my back. 

Folio motioned to me with a nod. “This her?” 

“Angel, meet the guys. Folio and Joakim,” Noah introduced while throwing an arm over my shoulder as a way to claim what was his. 

And I didn’t stop him.

I gave a small tentative wave. “Hello.” 

“Sorry you had to deal with this one the last 24 hours,” Joakim said. 

“Oh, he wasn’t that bad,” I linked his hand with mine as it was still resting on my shoulder. 

“You tell her?” Folio asked Noah. 

“Not so much tell but overheard and put the pieces together herself.” 

Joakim chuckled. “Smart cookie. And you still stayed with him?” 

“What can I say?” I glanced up at him. “He’s charming.” 

Our eyes locked and I noticed how pouty and full his lips were. It was then I realized we never kissed. Not even when we fucked in the backseat of my car and I suddenly wanted to change that. 

“We should get going before someone comes looking for the missing officer,” Joakim said. 

Noah nodded before leading me over to one of the bikes the guys rode in on and I practically dug my heels into the ground. 

“There’s no way I’m getting on that,” I shook my head. 

“Angel, it’s our only ride. We’ll get to Canada a lot faster this way,” he explained while placing the helmet on my head, after taking out my hair from the bun. 

“I already told you, Noah. I’m meeting-.” 

“Your brother. I know, I know,” he nodded with a sigh. “I’ll let you take one of my cars. It’ll be waiting for you once we reach the border and you can leave right away.” 

The thought of leaving him made my heart ache but I knew it was something I had to do. 

Before I could ask how all four of us were planning on going back with only two bikes, Joakim pointed a finger at Folio. 

“Watch your hands, fish boy. I’m not Michelle where you can feel up on the back of your bike,” he threatened with a smile. 

Folio waved him off before the two guys climbed onto Joakim's bike and I very carefully climbed on behind Noah. I let my arms hang loosely around his side which made him grab both of my hands, wrapping them around his stomach. 

“You need to hold on tight,” his voice came through the com in the helmet, making it easier to hear him through the sounds of the wind. 

I squealed when the bike jerked with a start, gliding along the darkened roads as the rising sun began to break over the horizon. 

Just as he promised, once we reached the border of Canada, there was a car waiting for me; a shiny black escalade. 

“Wow,” I whistled low while hopping off the bike. “What other secrets are you hiding from me?” 

It was a joke but the look in Noah’s dark eyes made me shudder with the fear of the unknown. 

Joakim and Folio had no issue crossing the border but they still hung back and waited for Noah to cross; in case there were any issues. Noah had explained during the drive that he had changed his name. 

Going into prison, his name was Davis Seb. Now it was Noah Sebastian. His hair was cut shorter and he wore a black turtleneck and jacket to hide all of his tattoos. He reassured me many times that he shouldn’t have an issue getting into Canada. 

“How far of a drive do you have to Wisconsin?” He asked while leaning against his bike, long legs stretched and crossed at the ankles. 

I stood off to the side, close to the SUV, and checked the GPS on my phone with a wince. 

“About twenty hours.” 

Noah hooked a finger through the strap of my backpack and pulled me closer to him, my legs straddling him in a standing position. I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing away the bangs from his face. 

“If you change your mind, both you and Matt will have a place to stay,” he said. 

“You don’t have to do that, Noah. This was only supposed to be a ride, nothing more.” 

He shrugged before nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. “That was before I got to know you. As much as I don’t want to, I have to let you go.” 

“Maybe just until everything dies down with us, ya know? Once the dust settles,” I suggested with a hopeful smile. 

One Noah immediately returned. “Omens will always have a place for you guys.” 

“How will I know where to find you if I change my mind?” I teased while playing with the buttons of his jacket. 

“There’s a burner phone in your bag; untraceable. It has my number so you can text me when you made it safely to your brother and coordinates to Omens. You don’t need to let me know when you’re coming, just show up, angel.” 

“Okay,” I agreed while biting my lip. 

“You know,” he dragged a finger over my bottom lip, almost ripping it out from my teeth. “We’ve been together for almost thirty hours and I still don’t know your name.” 

Instead of giving it away, I stepped out from his embrace and motioned towards Joakim and Folio, who were growing antsy waiting for him. 

“Your friends are waiting,” I said. 

Nodding, Noah climbed back onto the bike but before he drove off, he glanced over at me and tossed me the keys to the car. 

“Try not to crash my car, yeah?” 

I giggled with a wink. “No promises.” 

He started up the bike, revving to life inside my chest, but before he drove off, Noah tossed me a bag. 

“Before I forget.” 

Peering inside of it with a raised brow, I nearly dropped it to my feet when I saw it was full of money. 

Way more than he originally offered me in the beginning. 

“Noah,” I glanced up to notice that he was waiting in line to cross the border. 

I watched with my heart holding steady in my chest as the person checked his I.D. and then him before letting him go with a nod and I let out the breath I’d been holding. Once I was settled comfortably in the Escalade, I pulled out the burner phone to see there was already a text waiting for me. 

Noah: I hope to see you soon, angel. Drive save. 

With a smile, I texted back. 

Me: Y/N. My name is Y/N. 

Knowing he was driving the bike, he wouldn't have time to respond so I texted Matt from my phone instead. 

Me: Got delayed a bit but back on the road. Everything is fine, I will explain once we meet. I’ve got a new rendezvous point if it works for you.

He replied almost immediately. 

Matt: Where are we headed?

I texted him new coordinates before putting the car in drive, tires squealing against the asphalt as I peeled away from the Canadian border. 

Four Months Later

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Matt asked while peering out of the front windshield from the passenger seat. 

I nodded, driving slowly through the vast forest of trees. “These are the coordinates he sent.”

“Why won’t you text him? Let him know that we’re lost,” he sighed while falling back into his seat. 

“We are not lost!” I defended while easing the Escalade through the thick trees. “It’s ten acres of land, I doubt they would build their houses on the first few.” 

For the last four months, I had kept myself in hiding, starting over with my new life in North Dakota. After leaving Noah, I was quick to change up plans because I didn’t want to be far from him when I was ready to find him again. With the money Noah had given me, I was able to pay for a hotel up front for the last four months so Matt and I could live there, just until recently when my name was cleared in Sean’s murder. Somehow, Matt was able to make his death look like a suicide. Every time I tried to ask him how he simply hushed my question with a swift pat on the head. 

“I’m your older brother. It’s my job to take care of you.” 

I’d also been keeping an eye on the news for Noah’s escape from prison but like he had said, everyone thought he died in the accident. The officer’s death was never brought up, people close to him thought he ran off with some hookers or something. 

With the silence surrounding our transgressions, it was safe to leave hiding and return to each other. I hadn’t spoken to Noah at all the last four months besides telling him I made it safely to my rendezvous to which he responded with two angel wings. I knew we had to keep the communication to a minimum which is why I hadn’t told him I was coming; he was the one that said to just show up. 

Suddenly, past the clearing of the large maple trees turning red and orange due to the cooler autumn weather, houses appeared along with a large group of people huddled around a large bonfire. The sun was setting, casting everything in a purple hue and when I put the car in park, I breathed a little breath of relief when I immediately recognized someone sitting in a lawn chair. 

Joakim, had the biggest smile on his face when he noticed the car with the plates reading OMIIINS

“Come on,” I motioned for Matt to follow as I jumped out of the car, smoothing out the yellow sundress. 

The air had chilled since I left North Dakota twelve hours ago, in the early morning. 

“Hi,” I waved to Joakim. 

“Well, about time you showed up,” he smacked his thighs while rising to his feet. “Let me introduce you guys to everyone.” 

For the next few minutes, while I introduced Matt and me to everyone, Joakim said everyone's names slowly enough so I could remember. 

“Since you’ll be living here, you have to remember,” he winked. 

Folio, who I remembered from that night, and his girlfriend with the short black hair Michelle.

Bryan. 

Nicholas. 

Davis and his girlfriend who had split colored hair, black and orange. Her name was Sarah. 

And lastly, Ash, who smiled at me with a toothy grin. “Noah hasn’t stopped talking about you since he got here four months ago. He’s been working nonstop on making this place home for you and your brother.” 

The fire rose and crackled with earned life when a gruff voice sounded from behind me. 

“Angel.” 

Whipping around on my heels, I came face to face with Noah and nearly stumbled back at his appearance. His muscles were more defined, indicating he had been working out. There was a faint auburn scruff covering his upper lip and chin, not a lot but just enough. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweats and nothing else, the broadness of his chest making the tattoos seem larger than before. But it was his hair that had me nearly falling over myself. 

It was long again, not nearly as long as when I met him that night. Now it stopped just above his shoulders, the familiar brown waves making me smile. 

“You grew your hair out,” I pointed to him. 

He shrugged with a lazy smile. “I got tired of seeing my neck.” 

My lips parted to speak again but his rough hands snaked behind my neck to pull me into him, crashing his mouth on mine. I moaned when the taste of something sweet yet spicy mingled with my tongue and wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss by molding into him. It was a hungry kiss, full of desire long overdue, and Noah’s teeth scraped along my bottom lip as he pulled away. 

“You came,” he breathed before placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. 

I giggled. “You offered me a place to stay, remember? Aren't you glad you didn’t kill me?” 

There was a wickedness to his smile, one that made my pussy clench. 

“I could have easily murdered you without hesitation,” he reminded me with a wink. 

I stood tall on my feet, arms still wrapped around his neck. “Why didn’t you?” 

“Those angelic eyes made me all dizzy and weak.”

I kissed him again, this time with more passion than before but it didn’t last as long, much to my dismay.

“Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go, Y/N,” Noah’s hands tightened on my hips. 

I let out a soft moan when hearing my name on his lips. 

“Say it again,” I begged. 

And he did, over and over again as he lifted me from the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Nicholas, show her brother to his place. Y/N stays with me,” Noah ordered while running up the stairs of our wooden home, the slamming of the door cutting off my fits of laughter. 

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert

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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

Taglist: @emzandthevoid @mentallynot-here @bloodymug @sprokat @princesspeach-00 @ghoulsquad @missduffsblog @yeehaw-my-guys @lma1986 @artificialbreezy

Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

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Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

--

All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

--

"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

--

Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

--

207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

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[dreamofbetterthings]

No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI. 

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

 You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room. 

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun. 

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs. 

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times. 

So why did the room suddenly feel hot? 

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away. 

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah." 

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers. 

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes. 

"Then I won't." 

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts. 

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch. 

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up. 

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

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[4rtificialfolio]

Noah - Vest top

Noah Sebastian X Female Reader

genre: smut, a little fluff at the end

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), p in v, slight hair pulling, mirror sex

That goddamn vest stop is where it all started. Your boyfriend, Noah, looks good in anything he wears, but fuck; that goddamn vest top has you practically puddled on the floor. How much he’s been working out lately, how it clings to his body has you weak at the knees.

You’re watching him from the side of the stage, not too out in the open where fans can see you, but enough to have a good view of Noah working the stage. You can’t help but stare; of course you can’t; he’s covered in sweat, his biceps flex every time he moves the mic to his mouth, and you can see how his vest top clings to his body from how sweaty he is. Fuck.

Noah is fully aware of what him wearing that stupid black vest top does to you. He never used to wear one as often as he does, but since the night you practically jumped on him after a show, he made sure to invest in a couple more.

He can see your eyes lingering on him a little too long; the way you look him up and down has the blood rush to his head. Not realising how long you’ve been staring, you’re snapped out of your gaze by the sound of Bryan trying to get past you.

“earth to y/n?”

“oh, sorry Bryan”, you stumble a little as you step aside. Noah notices and smirks in your direction. He can tell you’re already weak for him, and he hasn’t even touched you. God, he can’t wait to touch you.

The way Noah has been acting on stage doesn’t help; the breathy moan when he sings the death of peace of mind, the way he gets on his knees for bad decisions, how he tilts his head back so his neck is on full display for dethrone. The fucker knows precisely what he’s doing, not that you’re complaining.

Before you know it, it’s the set's last song, so you return to the green room before the boys rush off stage. Noah couldn’t get off stage fast enough; as much as he loves to tease you, he needs you just as badly as you do him, and it’s becoming visible with his bulge getting bigger by the minute. Sitting on the green room sofa, all you can think about is Noah fucking you senseless. The thought of having his dick buried deep inside you makes you squeeze your thighs together to gain some friction on your already throbbing cunt. You’re so deep in a trance that you don’t realise he stood right before you, watching you squirm a little with red, flushed cheeks. It isn’t until you feel his knee push your leg slightly that you snap out of your daydream.

“what’s got you so flushed, baby?” He knows full well what you’re thinking about.

Just as you go to speak, he pulls you up from the sofa and into a kiss.

“You know what, never mind”.

Grabbing your hand, he drags you into the room next door.

He swiftly locks the door and pulls you eagerly into a heated kiss.

“Noah” " you moan out as his hands grip the sides of your face.

“god, I need you so fucking bad”, He moans in between kisses. Walking forward, you’re shoved up against the wall, hands gripping your arse and hips. He undoes the zipper to your skirt, and it quickly drops to the floor.

“Please, Noah.” He loves it when you whine for him.

“Please, what, baby? Be a good girl and use your words for me.”

“Please fuck me, do anything. I need you inside me.” He loves how pathetic and needy you sound.

Smirking at your response, he pushes your underwear to the side and drags his middle finger up and down your wet cunt before rubbing circles on your clit.

“so wet for me already,” He moans out, leaving wet kisses down your neck. There’ll definitely be a mark there tomorrow.

“if this is what me wearing a black vest top does to you, I’m never taking it off.”

He pulls his finger away, and you whine in protest at the loss of contact.

“what the fuck, Noa-“Before you can even finish your sentence, he’s on his knees with his head between your legs and leaving kisses up your thighs.

“patience, beautiful.” your hands quickly entangle in his hair as he kisses over your underwear.

“I can’t wait to taste you” In one swift move, he pushes your underwear to the side again, attaching his mouth to your throbbing clit.

“fuck Noah, please” Your hips instinctively buck into his face, and you feel him moan into you.

God, you love how he uses his mouth on you, feeling his tongue flick over your swollen clit repeatedly, the way his lips move against you. All that can be heard is you moaning his name continually, but you couldn’t care less. Noah loves the idea that everyone can hear who you belong to, who’s the one fucking you so well. You’re all his.

Suddenly, you feel him push two fingers inside you, making you moan even louder.

“Fuck baby”

He can’t help but smirk at your response. His finger moves in and out of you steadily, curling ever so slightly as he touches your g spot.

“Noah, please, I’m so close; don’t stop.”

Picking up the pace, he moves his fingers faster and faster, causing you to arch your back against the wall. He removes his mouth to look up at the pretty, fucked out sight in front of him.

“my pretty baby is so close, aren’t you?” he stands up, fingers slowing down a little, but he doesn’t take them out.

“Look at me, y/n, I want to watch you when you cum”

He picks the pace back up, and you can feel the knot tighten in your stomach. Your mouth is gaped open, too fucked out for sound to escape.

“cum for me, baby” Noah leaves a couple of kisses on your neck before looking you in the eyes as you cum on his fingers.

“Think you can take another?”

Not even bothering to answer, you quickly pull his trousers and boxers down before running your hands underneath his tank top.

“Well, I guess that’s my question answered then”.

Before you know it, he’s bending you over the dresser on the other side of the room, legs spread with your ass pressed against Noah’s throbbing cock.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and watch yourself as I fuck you, understand baby?”

“yes, Noah, please just fuck me. I need you.”

Noah grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up so you can see yourself in the mirror before pushing his dick into your dripping cunt.

“fuck you feel so good, y/n” Not giving you any time to adjust, his hips slam into you, making you yell in pleasure.

“Oh fuck N-Noah”

Using his other hand to grip your hip, he pulls your hips into him as he thrusts in and out of you.

“Look at yourself, baby, all messy just for me. My pretty little slut” Unable to form any words, your moans get louder and louder as he picks up his pace.

He fills you up so well, the tip of his cock pushing against your g spot repeatedly.

It’s your favourite feeling.

It doesn’t take long until you feel that all too familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, and Noah’s thrusts become more eager.

“I’m-“

“I know, baby; you can do it, cum for me again, y/n.”

Bending down, you feel his chest against your back. He removes his hand from your hair and snakes his arm around the front of your stomach so he can rub your clit. Not even 10 seconds later, you clench around him once more before screaming his name as you cum around his cock.

“N-Noah fuck”, You moan out, falling onto the dressing table.

He quickly straightens his back and pulls out of you before giving his swollen, hard cock a few pumps before cumming all over your back and collapsing on top of you.

“Fuck Y/N”

A quiet “Noah” is all you can manage to mutter out. He quickly grabs some tissue to clean the both of you up before pulling you into a tight hug.

His chest feels warm, and you can't help but melt in his arms.

“You did so well, baby.” He gives a long kiss on your head before grabbing your skirt and a blanket.

Without saying a word, he slides his arm underneath your legs, picking you up bridal style and sits on the two-seater sofa in the corner of the room.

The silence is sweet; just cradling in his arms as he gives you gentle, loving kisses.

“God, I love you so much”, he mutters into the side of your neck

Looking up at his pretty brown eyes, you give him a gentle smile and snuggle into his chest.

“I love you too, baby”.

You both stay there for a while, lying in his arms, enjoying the warmth of his chest and hearing his steady heartbeat. This isn’t where you expected to end tonight, but neither of you are complaining.

That goddamn vest top.

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[starsomens]

Okay hear me out

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

He was going to propose.

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

Love you so much❤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"......"

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

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

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

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

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

*Knock knock*

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

“I need to find her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-“

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

“Noah I….maybe I was-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckle as the tears still fall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[roycevelvet]

Tangled hearts

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: I have nothing interesting to say, I was listening to 'Heather' lol + i was thinking about Sons Of Anarchy Jax while writing this, pls keep that in mind x

You were walking next to Noah to your local pub, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you like a whirlpool. You'd been best friends with Noah for as long as you can remember, sharing laughs, tears, heartbreak, happiness and everything in between. But there was this secret, this feeling you kept hidden deep down—a kind of love that felt too risky to admit, scared it might ruin your friendship.

As you arrived at your local pub, the familiar sights and sounds washed over you as you settled in your usual spot. Noah plopped down beside you, his smile lighting up the room. It was a routine, almost, Noah snagging the seat next to you without fail. If he didn't, well, he'd sulk like a kid missing their favorite toy.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Noah asked, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in closer.

"I was thinking we could start with a game of pool," you suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone light and playful. "But you know I'm going to beat you at pool, right?"

You laughed. “We'll see about that," you teased, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. "Besides, if you beat me, I might have to find a handsome stranger to console me."

There was a pause, a flicker in Noah's eyes that caught your attention. His smile wavered, his gaze shifting.

"Really?" Noah's asked, arching his brow.

You shrugged. "Who knows?" you said with a playful wink. "I might just sweep some unsuspecting guy off his feet with my killer pool skills."

Noah's expression darkened. “Mh, okay.” he muttered.

You furrowed your brow, caught off guard by the sudden change in Noah's demeanor. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern coloring your tone.

Noah forced a smile, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insisted, his tone not quite convincing. 

Lost in your thoughts, you attempted to immerse yourself in conversation with your other friends, hoping to distract yourself. But then, like a sudden gust of wind disrupting the peace, the door swung open almost with a theatrical flair, like those damn Hollywood movies, and just the most beautiful girl stepped inside.

Your heart skipped a beat as she made her way across the room, her presence along drawing the attention of everyone around her. Your gaze followed her, unable to tear away as she approached Noah, her smile as bright as the stars.

And then, like a dagger to your heart, Noah turned towards you and the rest of your group, his eyes lit up with genuine joy. "I want you to meet someone special," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"This is Heather," he introduced, his gaze never leaving your face. "My girlfriend."

The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating you with their weight. You forced a smile, your heart breaking with each syllable that escaped Noah's lips. Who the fuck is she and where did she came from? Since when has Noah a girlfriend?

"It's lovely to meet you, Heather," you said with the sweetest smile.

Heather smiled warmly. "Likewise! Noah's told me so much about you," she said, her voice a gentle melody in the chaos of your thoughts.

As Noah and Heather chatted with the others, you felt yourself drifting further away.

Nicholas squeezed your hand, his silent support a lifeline. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” you whispered back as casually as you could sound.

You watched as Noah and Heather sat down hand in hand, unable to suppress the ache in your heart.

—

Feeling overwhelmed, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, Juno, your best friend, offering to come with you. As soon as the door closed behind you, the tears just came streaming down, and you collapsed against the wall, also like a fucking Hollywood movie.

Juno wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight as you sobbed. Juno knew about your feelings towards Noah.

"I don't know what to do, Juno," you whispered between sobs. "Noah, he... he's always so flirty with me, always acting strange when I mention other guys, always so touchy and needy and then he pulls this stunt? Since when is he dating a girl named Heather?”

Juno's grip tightened around you, her own confusion evident in her silence for a moment. "I wish I had the answers for you, Y/N," she finally said. "But I don’t, I’m sorry, men are trash."

Her unexpected comment caught you off guard, and despite feeling heavy, a little laugh came out. It was a moment of relief in the middle of all the chaos.

You nodded, tears still running down your face. Despite feeling sad and insecure because Heather was the most stunning girl you’ve had ever seen, you knew you had to act tough.

Standing up straight, you wiped away your tears. "No man is going to make me cry today," you declared. "I'm not going to let Noah ruin my night. I'm here to have fun, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

—

As the night rolled on and the drinks kept coming, you did your best to ignore Noah and Heather. But for some reason, Heather seemed dead set on getting to know you, constantly interrupting your conversations with her silly questions. You just wished she'd leave you alone with her pretty eyes, perfect nose, and flawless skin.

Despite your efforts to be friendly, you kept your interactions with her short. Not really in the mood to mingle with her, even though nothing was her fault actually. It’s not like she had any say in how God chose her to be his favourite. You asked Noah to play a game of pool, but suddenly he wasn't interested anymore, only eyes for Heather. So, you did what you knew best: flee the situation and find that handsome stranger to console you.

If Noah could bring along his girlfriend, you figured you could find some fun for the night too, right?

Juno was by your side, the ultimate wing woman. It being a Friday night, the pub was crowded with people. It didn't take long for Juno and you to approach a couple of guys for a game of pool. You played the part of a clueless girl, pretending you didn't know how to play, so the tall, blonde haired stranger would offer his help, just like in the movies, again. 

As you engaged in the game, bantering back and forth, the tension between you and the stranger grew stronger. With a playful smirk, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours. "You know, for someone who claims not to know how to play, you're doing pretty well," he smiled.

You chuckled softly, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Beginner's luck, I suppose," you replied. "But who knows, maybe you could teach me a thing or two?"

A spark of interest igniting in his eyes. "I'd be happy to give you a few pointers," he said flirty. "But only if you promise to give me a chance to win you over with more than just pool skills."

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, in that case, consider me intrigued," you said, a smile playing at your lips. "Lead the way, pool master."

“I am Jax by the way” he said as he flashed a smile. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

—

Noah watched as you interacted with that douche, sharing laughs and exchanging glances, and couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. His discontent grew more apparent by the minute. 

Finally, unable to contain his annoyance any longer, Noah started bitching to Nicholas. "Can you believe Y/N right now?" he asked sharply. "She's completely ignoring me for that guy. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm here. I mean us, I thought it was a friends night out.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, looking at Noah with a hint of amusement. "Maybe she's just having fun," he suggested.

But Noah shook his head, his frustration evident. "It's not just that," he continued, growing more agitated. "That guy she's with, he's not good enough for her. And he clearly doesn't have a clue what she wants.”

“And you know what Y/N wants? Are you’re the Y/N expert?” he laughs.

Without hesitation, Noah replied firmly, "Yes, of course I do. And it's not that guy." His tone left no room for doubt.

Nicholas listened carefully as Noah complained further. "Are you jealous?" Nicholas asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Noah's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Why would I be jealous?" he replied defensively. "I've got Heather, remember?"

But Nicholas could tell that Noah wasn't being completely honest. It was clear that Noah's true feelings for you were far more complicated than he was willing to admit.

—

As you chatted with Jax during the game, seeing Noah and Heather being all lovey-dovey in the corner made you feel a bit jealous, well this was maybe an understatement. They looked so cozy together, like they belonged with each other. It made you want to puke, want to pull your hair out but it also made you wish you were Heather as well. You just wanted to smash her pretty, little face into a wall. So, yeah, you were only a bit jealous.

"So, how did you end up here tonight?" Jax asked, flashing you a friendly smile as he lined up his shot.

“Nothing special, just hanging out with some friends.” You replied nonchalantly.

Jax chuckled, leaning against the pool table. "Same here. Thought I'd come out and see what the night had in store. And I must say, meeting someone as intriguing as you was definitely unexpected."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere," you teased, taking your turn at the pool table.

As the game continued, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jax. But you couldn't stop thinking about Noah and Heather. Feeling jealous like that was weird for you, and it made you feel like like you weren’t good enough.

But before you knew it, the game had ended, but the tension between you and Jax grew strong. With a shy smile, you found yourself blurting out, "Do you maybe want to go for some fresh air?”

You knew you were acting out of spite and jealousy, but Jax was a cute guy, so no harm, right?

Jax's eyes lit up with excitement, mirroring your own. "I'd love to," he replied eagerly. "Lead the way." mimicking your words from earlier.

You motioned for Juno, to let her know you were okay as you and Jax made your way out of the bustling pub.

—

Meanwhile, Noah's mood was shifting from bad to worse as he watched you leaving with Jax. His face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, fuming silently. Nicholas noticed Noah's frustration and tried to calm him down.

“Are you okay, man?” Nicholas asked.

Noah waved him off, trying to play it cool. "It's nothing, just being protective, you know? Y/N's my best friend, and I just want to make sure she's okay," he said, but his words rang hollow, even to himself.

And to make matters worse, Heather was up his ass as well now. Heather, who had been observing the situation all night, couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. She wasn't a fool. Noah was always talking about you. About how funny you were, how kind you were, even how beautiful you were. That's why Heather wanted to get to know you tonight, to scout the competition.

"Noah, ever since Y/N went to talk with that guy, you've been acting weird," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Noah's facade cracked, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you acting jealous all of a sudden? Y/N’s just my best friend," he snapped.

Heather's eyes widened in shock, hurt flashing across her face. "Excuse me?" her voice rising in anger. “I’m the one acting jealous? You're the one with a girlfriend, yet you're acting like a possessive boyfriend over another girl. Maybe you should figure out what you really want before pointing fingers at me!”

"No, no, it's not like that," Noah tried to backtrack, but his words only seemed to further fuel Heather's anger.

"What do you mean it's not like that? It’s exactly like that!” Heather yelled, her voice sharp with frustration.

Heather stood up in a hurry, grabbing her jacket from the chair. "Call me when you made up your mind about what you want, I don't have time for this." she said firmly before storming out of the pub. 

Noah watched her go, his jaw clenched in stubborn silence. He made no move to follow her, his gaze followin her to the door where he spotted you standing outside. The sight of you and the stranger chatting outside only seemed to add fuel to the fire of Noah's already simmering emotions. A mixture of jealousy and frustration swirling within him. 

He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed where he was. He didn't chase after Heather, and he didn't approach you either. He just stood there, watching, feeling lost.

To be continued.

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[the-way-of-words]

You Drive Me Crazy // prompt fic

Hi there! Sorry it's taking me some time to get to the smut prompts... ✨life✨ is a thing and sometimes it's hard, but thank you for your patience! @thebadchic asked for Noah with #30 "You don't understand how angry I am right now." and #50 "You're all mine." - "Mhm" - "Say it." - "I'm all yours." Content warnings: jealousy, rough-ish sex, P in V sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction. It's not real, it never happened. Scroll on if that's not your thing

Enjoy!

Master list can be found here

The door slams behind Noah as he follows you into the house, leaning against the doorway as you turn to him. “Will you just let it go?”

“No.” He retorts, “Because you don’t understand how angry I am right now.” 

Rolling your eyes, you plant your hands on your hips. “Are you kidding me? I know exactly how angry you are right now.” You scoff before you take a step forward, “I know you Noah. I smiled at your friend a little too much and you got all twisted.” 

His jaw ticks and you know you’re right. It may be playing with fire but you keep going anyway. “Do I need to remind you we’re not exactly in a relationship here… You’re too busy for one of those, remember? We’re both free to explore other options as long as we’re up front with one another. Your rules.” 

You’re pushing it and you know it. What started out as a string of casual one offs quickly turned into something more when both of you found it increasingly harder to leave the other’s bed the morning after. It hurt, when you eventually had the talk and he let you know as much as he liked you, he couldn’t do a relationship right now and while you’re not one to sit and wait around for a guy; there was something about Noah that kept you coming back. 

There had to be something about you too, because he’s the one that joined you in the cab after you decided to head home for the night.

“It was more than that and you know it.” Noah says, leaning forward to get into your space a little. “You seem to forget, I know exactly how you flirt, how you look when you’re hoping to get some.” 

He’s right and you were. But running into him and a friend of his you had only met a handful of times had been an accident. Even so, you couldn’t deny that Davis was cute and when he started flirting with you, who were you to say no? It was harmless, really, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of you that got a little excited. Especially when the man’s hand landed on your thigh and you could feel Noah’s eyes burning into when his friend’s thumb rubbed back and forth over the black denim of your jeans. 

“So what, Noah? I’m sorry I got a little close with Davis, but once again… I’m not yours.” 

He pushes away from your door, stepping into your space and even though you’d never tell him, you feel yourself grow wet as you tilt your head back to look at him. “You sure about that?” He asks. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I’m the one you’ve been calling when you need a little release. When you need someone to hold you down and fuck you into next week.” 

“Well,” you say, placing your hands on his chest before you lightly push him away, “maybe I’m tired of being in limbo. Maybe I want something more… and maybe Davis could be the one to give it to me.”

Noah grabs you by the waist as your turn from him, pushing you against the wall, “See, I don’t think so,” he says, laughing derisively, “I bet if I stick my hand inside these pants of yours, you’d be wet for me… Not Davis, me.”

You snort, yet you don’t stop him when he undoes the button of your jeans, nor when he pulls the zipper down.. “Are you sure about that?” Your head moves against the wall as you meet his gaze defiantly, “I caught myself staring at his mouth a couple times tonight, he seems like he’d be able to show me a good time. I wonder how that beard of his would feel on my thighs… or how that long hair would feel between my fingers. Do you think he’d let me pull it while he--”

He smirks, leaning in to speak quietly into your ear before slipping his hand into your panties, “Because you’re mine.” You try to roll your eyes at him when he moves his head back, but then his fingers are brushing against you, a sound somewhere between a choked gasp and moan falling from your lips. You’re wet, just like he knew you would be and before you can feel any sort of discontent at his victory, he’s rubbing soft circles around your clit. Pleasure burns low in your belly, his clever fingers touching you exactly how you want it. 

“Yeah,” he says, lowly, “thought so.” 

You can hear the triumph in his voice and before you’re even aware of it, you’re pushing him away from you. 

Caught off guard, he stumbles backwards a few steps, and you follow, fisting your hands in his shirt, uttering a soft shut up as you pull his mouth to yours. The kiss almost feels like a fight; you nip at his lip taking the sensitive flesh between our teeth and he answers by shoving his tongue into your mouth. You’re not even aware you’re moving until the two of you bump into your couch and you push him down, letting him pull your jeans to the floor. Your hands work at his pants quickly, pulling the waistband as soon as they’re unbuttoned as shoving them down his thighs before you straddle his lap.

“I can’t fucking believe you—” he cuts off, gasping when your hand closes around his shaft, tugging him teasingly, your thumb brushing against his tip. “I can’t fucking believe you.” Noah says again, words pressed against your lips, one of his hands tangling in your hair as you sink down onto him. 

You take him deep, rolling your hips desperately, crying out when the hand in your hair tugs your head back so he can lick and suck at your throat. 

“God, you drive me crazy.” He bites out, nipping at your throat a little harder as if to prove a point. 

Your hips twist. “Fuck, Noah. I know… I know.” Because you do. You feel the same way; no one has ever managed to get under your skin quite the way he has. 

He pulls your head towards his, grunting when you clench around him, “You’re all mine.” 

You don’t understand what he’s saying at first, too consumed with the slick drag of his cock along your walls as you move over him; until those big hands of his close around your hips, stopping your movement. “You’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” and it’s true; you are. You have been for a while now, as much as you’ve tried to fight it. But that doesn’t seem to be what he wants to hear because he still doesn’t release you, doesn’t let you move. 

“Say it.” He says, punctuating the words with a shallow thrust up into you. His hands tighten around your hips, fingers flexing when you grind your hips into his. It's only a small movement, with the grip he’s got on you, but it lights you up all the same. You moan, digging your fingers into his shirt where it rests on his shoulders. “Come on,” he says, bumping your nose with his as he lets you continue to grind on him, “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I-I’m all yours.” 

“That’s right… No one else’s but mine.” His hold is still strong, but now he uses it to kickstart your movement, moving you back and forth on his cock until you pick up the rhythm. “Oh fuck,” he curses, “Fuck, c’mon, touch yourself for me… please.”

Nodding, you grant his request, working your fingers between you to play with your clit. It only takes a few strokes until you're clamping down on him, eyes rolling back as you feel the heat in your belly explode and you cry out.

Noah grunts, a string of curses falling from his mouth as he chases his own release; voice cutting off sharply when he stills and you can feel him twitch as he empties into you. Spent, you let yourself fall to the side, earning you a sharp gasp when he leaves your heat. It’s quiet as you come down, both of you trying to catch your breath, until Noah groans, moving forward to pull his underwear back on.

“Come on.” He gestures, pulling you up so he can herd you into your bedroom where you sit on your bed while he digs through your drawers to find you something to sleep in. It feels weirdly intimate, more so than when he was inside you just minutes ago, as he hands you your favorite sleep shirt. He even pulls your blanket back for you while you change, looking unsure as you crawl beneath it. 

“Are you gonna stay?” 

His eyebrows lift in surprise at your question, mouth falling open, “I --”

You roll your eyes and sigh, “Noah, get in the bed.”

He laughs quietly, but follows your request, sliding in beside you. You’re both silent for a few moments until, “I’m sorry. For,” he sighs, “getting jealous like that. I know we’re not in a relationship or anything, and I know I set that line…” He trails off, letting the sentence hang. 

“You know,” you say, turning to look at him, “I think you’re just as much mine as I am yours.” 

He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before replying, “As if there was ever any doubt…” 

~fin~

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[dsireland86]

LONG HOT SUMMER

Folio x Reader

Summer in the South is too much for some of them, but not for the two if you. In the middle of the tour, he finds a place that reminds him of you and takes you there. He just wanted you to know that he thinks about you, but fate had other plans. What was supposed to be quick and simple turns into hot, deep, and sensual

Authors Note: Sequel in the works

TAGS: @embracethereaper42, @foliosgirl, @broken0mens, @pathion, @embracethereaper42

It was so freaking hot you swear you could fry an egg on concrete. You don't mind it, the muggy humid heat of Louisiana being something you grew up in as a kid. Your Grandparents used to live here and you and your brother would spend almost every long hot summer with them. So it was something you could handle. But this band; absolutely not. Their northern nature made them divas when it came to the heat and never, in your life, have you heard so much complaining and whining from a bunch of guys as you have in the last seventy-two hours. It was so bad you wanted to glue your earbuds in just to get a few minutes of peace and quiet. 

The only one who seemed to handle it as well as you was Folio, and that’s because he has what your granddad used to call “fisherman’s skin” ; special skin that allows them to adapt to any climate. You knew he wasn’t serious, but now that you think about it, maybe he was right. The memory makes you smile as you enter the tour bus. Nicholas is the only one here, sprawled out on the couch in only a pair of shorts. “It’s too hot, Y/N.” The corners of your mouth lift at his confession. “You’re a diva, Nick.” He chuckles. “I am when it comes to this freaking heat. I’ll take Virginia weather any day over this shit.” 

Shaking your head, you move towards the bunks, yours specifically, and dig into your duffle bag in search of a new shirt to change into. You settle for the dark green tank and quickly change, feeling refreshed once you're done. After a few sprays of your favorite body spray you turn around and walk right into Noah’s chest, throwing your hand over your mouth to stifle your scream. 

“Fucking hell, Noah! Seriously!” Playfully, you slap him in the stomach and push him out of the way. “It’s not my fault you’re blind.” Your eyes widen. “I didn’t even hear you!” “Okay, well then deaf, too.” “Eat shit, Noah.” “Fuck you, Princess.” You narrow your eyes in a scowl. You hate when Noah calls you that. “I’ve been trying too, but she won't let me,” Folio says, coming up behind you and grabbing you by the hips. He plants a quick kiss on the side of your neck, making your heart skip a beat. The idea of you and Folio together has always made your stomach flutter. He’s been your crush ever since your brother introduced you to him years ago and no other guy has ever compared to him. You thought by now you would’ve told him how you felt, but since he’s never said how he feels about you, you’ve kept your feelings to yourself. Others have told you it’s obvious how Folio feels, but you aren’t one to just assume because of how he acts. Folio has always been a fun, playful kind of guy, and reading the signs wrong would be an utter embarrassment for you.

He kisses the side of your head, and tickles your sides, making you squeal and you elbow him in the stomach. He keels over pretending to be hurt. “Y/N, baby, please,” Folio begs, falling to the floor while clutching his stomach. “Fuck, you hurt me,” he complains, trying to hid his smile. You cross your arms as you hover over him. “Sucks for you,” you tease. He sticks his bottom out, pretending to pout, and lowers his head. That’s when the long tattooed arms snake around you, trapping you tightly against the body they belong to, and you know you’re in trouble. “Hmmm, my little bug is caught in a trap,” Noah whispers in your ear. “Let go of me Noah, or I'll kick you where it hurts most.” Your aggressive attempt makes Noah smile and he chuckles while locking one of his legs around yours. All, if any, advantages you have on him are officially gone now. “I'd like to see you try, Princess.” You growl in frustration. “Stop calling me that! You know I hate it.” Noah laughs again. “I don’t have anything else to call you! Unless you want me to call you a pigeon, or maybe piglet.” You grunt and try to break away. “Or how about little fox or maybe little fluffy bunny? Fluffy bunny! There it is!” Growling, you slam your foot down on top of Noah’s, hoping it will make him let you go, but it does absolutely nothing except make him laugh more. 

After a few more worthless attempts to break free, you know you’re not going to win this game so you go limp, letting yourself become dead weight in Noah’s arms. “Uh, Folio, I think I broke your girl,” he says and you smile at Noah’s choice words. Folio grabs his sunglasses that fell and instantly jumps to his feet and comes to your rescue. ”You break my girl, I’ll break your face,” he asserts as Noah brings you back to your feet. You catch Folio’s reference about you and it leaves you wondering. His smile is so infectious though as it spreads across his face and you can’t help but smile back. “You're lucky today, Princess,” Noah smirks, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before letting you go. “You’re still a jerk,” you say with a grin. “You’re still a bitch,” he replies, poking you in the belly. Not everyone is lucky enough to get Noah's playful side, but you are. That says a lot. 

“Come with me,” Nick says softly in your ear, bringing you back to reality. He slides his sunglasses on and takes your hand and leads you down the steps of the bus. The hot, humid air hits you the second you step outside, making the first outside breath difficult.

“Wait, hold up, where are you two going?” Matt questions. My eyes shift from Folio to Matt. “There’s something I want to show Y/N. It's not far.” Matt’s eyes bounce over the two of you then narrow. “Just for a few minutes Matt. We’ll be right back and then we can leave.” Matt smiles. “If I were you Y/N, I'd be worried if he makes it last only a few minutes.” You snicker, holding your hand over your mouth and turning away from Matt’s gaze. “Oh my god, will you quit already, we're not sleeping together,” Folio states. Your cheeks are red and Jolly notices. “Then why is Y/N blushing like that?” Folio turns and looks at you, grinning at the sight of your very red cheeks. He knows how easily embarrassed you can get sometimes, but it’s one thing he really loves about you. It gives him a reason to get protective. Jolly is laughing, but you can’t even look him in the face. “I’m just playing Y/N.” He detects the embarrassment in you and pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist as he lays a kiss on the top of your head. “Alright, can we go now,” Folio pleads with eagerness in his voice. It has you wondering what could possibly be so important.

“Fine, twenty minutes. Don’t be late or we’re leaving both your asses,” Matt forewarns us, climbing up into the bus after Jolly. You and Nick both laugh.“No you won’t, Matt. You need us too much.” You tug on Folio’s arm, and he gets the hint, leading you further away from the bus.“Don't you hurt my little sister, Folio. I will fuck you up,” Matt yells behind you. 

“Will you please slow down!” you giggle, trying your best to keep up with Nick as he pulls you through the woods, practically running. “I can’t. We only have twenty minutes; less now. I want to make sure you have enough time to enjoy it.” “Enjoy what,” huffing a laugh. He doesn't answer, so you stop suddenly, letting your hand slip out of Nick’s. A loud clap of thunder rattles the sky as he turns to you, noticing the enigmatic look in your eyes, “What?” 

You can’t see his eyes because of how dark his glasses are, but you know he’s staring at you, drinking you in like water. You don't know if it's the thunder or the sound of your heart that's so loud but when he closes the gap that separates your body from his, running his calloused fingers down your cheek and his thumb over your lips, you sigh, knowing it's definitely your heart. Fidgeting with your fingers, your knees want to buckle, but you try your hardest to keep your composure. Something is very different about the way Folio is acting around you and it should make you question his intention, but you don’t. You welcome it instead, like the thunderstorm coming you know is coming, with open arms.

As you gaze at him, barely able to breath, you let your eyes wander over his face, taking in the little things about him that make him so irresistible to you, stopping at his lips. Their shape is perfect, matching the rest of his facial features perfectly, but the fullness of them, how perfect the bottom one is for nipping and biting, even sucking when the intensity of the things you would let him do to you gets to be too much, makes the thin fabric beneath your shorts wet. You clench your jaw and your forehead furrows as you fight to push away the not so innocent visions plaguing your thoughts.

“You must be thinking of some nice things, your cheeks are flushed,” Folio points out with a smirk. Bringing your hands to your cheeks, you grin, slightly down turning your head, and when you’ve looked back up at him, your breath hitches when you see he’s removed his sunglasses and his eyes are fixed heavily on you.

Your nerves feel like they’re on fire and your knees are undoubtedly weak now. You know you look a mess, body already moist with sweat and your hair everywhere from the humidity, even though you have it pulled up, but that doesn’t seem to bother Folio. He surprises you by taking your face between his hands and leaning in, softly kissing you and stealing your breath away. It’s a long kiss, and deep, and you can’t help but notice the way Folio’s body leans into yours and presses firmly against it. You grip his red sleeveless shirt and take a deep breath even though your lips are still pressed tightly to his. The scent of him engulfs your senses and you suddenly want him everywhere on you. It’s taking every ounce of restraint to keep yourself together. 

But the moment Folio slides his tongue across your bottom lip, making you whimper, you know you’re done for. You know what he wants. Slightly opening your mouth, he slides his tongue in and captures yours, pulling the moan you’ve been holding back from your lungs. He releases his warm breath over you and between his taste and the scent, the mint toothpaste he used this morning still lingers and it makes you pull him in closer to you, wanting to feel every movement of his body against yours.  

“Shit,” he breathes when you part, but don’t let go of each other. He grins, laying his forehead against yours and slips a hand behind your head, bringing you in for one more soft kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His confession surprises you and you wonder if there's a chance that he might tell you how he feels about you. Catching the twinkle in his eyes before it fades, you give Nick your best smile. He clenches his teeth together, making that tight jaw line of his appear, the one that gives you some of the best dreams of making out with him and possibly going even further, play through your mind like your favorite movie. 

“You want to tell me what you're thinking, baby, or do I have to guess?” Your panties are soaked now. If it wasn't for you still being in Nick's arms, you'd be on the ground. “You’re trembling.” “Ha, I wonder why.” A small smile finds its way into the corner of his mouth. “Do I make you tremble?” His brown eyes widen, but his expression is serious as he drags his finger down the side of your arm to the front of your stomach, resting right above the waistband of your shorts. You slowly nod in response to his question earning you another smirk before he lowers his face to your neck and drags his tongue lightly over your skin, taking a small bit of it into his mouth. The feeling of him sucking on you excites you, making your muscles tighten and the fire in your abdomen grow. You moan as you squeeze his shirt tightly in your hands again, letting the heat of the moment rip through your body. “Your skin tastes so good,” he tells you when he brings his head up to face you. “I wonder if the other parts of you taste just as good.” You feel the heart spread across your cheeks, causing Folio to chuckle. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you retort with a smug smile. “I would, Baby.” You grin, bringing your fingers to his lips and tracing with the tips of your fingers. You can feel that familiar tingle building up in the bottom of your stomach, the one that always comes when you think about Folio; the one that makes you squeeze your thighs together. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting it to keep from kissing him again, and Nick notices.  

“Come on,” his alluring brown eyes taking your breath captive as his hand takes yours again. “Where almost there.” 

You come to a clearing and hear the sound of flowing water before you can even see the river that's just up ahead. But that's not what makes you stop and hold still. It's what's in the center of the clearing that takes your breath away. Before you, a few feet away, are two trees intertwined with what appears to be a heart formed in the middle, made from the bending of their long branches and green leaves. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and it literally has you holding your breath. Bringing your hands to your mouth, you stare at it in amazement, moving closer while paying no mind to another clap of thunder, leaving Nick behind.

“I had to show you before we left. I found it yesterday when I was looking for the river.” You are utterly speechless, not just because of the trees, but also because Nick has made it a point to show you this, admitting that two trees forming a heart reminds him of you. You know this means something big, coming from Nick. He's not one to throw thoughts and feelings around or out to just anybody. You turn to look at him only to find he's already staring at you. The look in his eyes makes your heart skip. 

“Judging by the look on your face I'm assuming you like it?” “I love it,” you croak, because speaking is proving to be difficult at the moment. Folio laughs “I knew you would.” Tears slip from your eyes and slide down your cheeks and you're suddenly super embarrassed that you're crying. “Hey come here, Doll,” he pleads, taking you into his arms. You throw your arms around his neck while he slides his around your waist, his hands finding their way to your bottom and squeezing it. His strong tug into him is just enough for you to know he’s serious about what he’s wanting; you feeling just how hard he is for you beneath his black shorts. The thought makes you forget you have knees at all and you can't help but give in to his demand. It’s an insatiable feeling, the hard thickness of his length pressed entirely against your sex. You feel him twitch, as if knocking upon your entrance,  leaving you wanting more. Folio grunts and stagers a bit, almost losing balance, but gives you his sweet lopsided grin with narrowed eyes, taking a quick look at his watch. “We still have about ten minutes.” You want to believe he's serious, but you don't want to assume. Instead you laugh and continue to play his game. “You really want our first time together to last less than ten minutes out in the middle of the woods in broad daylight? Not to mention there’s an impending storm coming.” Folio looks up at the dark cloud-covered sky just as deep thunder rolls again. He laughs, shoulders bouncing to prove just how funny it is to him and you shove your hands deep into his back pockets, pushing yourself into him. “Fuck, Y/N, if you do that again, you're gonna leave me with no other choice.” He peers down at you, suddenly staring as if you're his next meal, and every nerve in your body is instantly on fire. You didn't mean anything by it. You're just playing the flirty game with him. But you're so nervous you feel light-headed so you quickly remove your hands from his pockets. 

“Hey hold up now, I didn't say you had to take your hands away,” playfully reaching for them to shove them back in his pockets. You giggle followed by a loud squeal as Nick picks you up and spins you, putting you back down after your three persistent pleas. “I want our first time together to be someplace special. Someplace where we can be loud as fuck and no one will hear or care about what we're doing.” His expression is serious, but you know he's really not; is he? “Wow, okay, tell me how you really feel,” you say, shocked by his bluntness. “Okay, you really want to know how I really feel?” His question is more of dare than anything, but you play along anyway. “Sure, lay it on me Folio,” you tease. Leaning up against the side of a tree, Folio stands there staring at you for a minute. “I'm in love with you Y/N. I dream about you, I think about you constantly. I can’t stop. But even if I could, I don't think I'd want to.” 

Folio drops his gaze, his soft brown eyes covered by the rim of his Harley ball cap. You know he's nervous. You know he's never been this bold with a girl before. But you're so shocked by his confession that you have no idea what to do. Your forehead creases and your mouth goes dry as you try to think of something to say, but fail. Is Nick being for real? When he doesn't look at you, you can't help but feel that he is being serious, and that softens your heart. Not acknowledging him would be mean and you have no intention of hurting him. So, you make the first move. 

“Do you want there to be a first time between us, Nick?” His hesitation scares you a little despite what he just told you. Finally, he looks up at you with a small smile hiding in the corner of his lips and you swear his eyes are glistening. “I want a first, a second, a third… a million times… however many times you want until you get sick of me.” You let out a shaky laugh, floored that this is actually happening. “I don't think that's possible,” shaking your head at him. “Mmm… yeah it's pretty possible.” 

There's a quiet moment between you. “Come here,” Folio calls to you with a quick flick of his head, and you do. He brings his hand to your neck, gently sliding his calloused fingers down your soft, delicate skin, causing shivers to ripple throughout your whole body. You want those hands everywhere on you now and you're not ashamed to admit it now that you know how he feels about you. “What if I bring my ski mask, you know the one,”

“Yes,” you say, trying to hide your excitement. You've had plenty of daydreams about him and the mask. “I’m quite aware of it, but isn’t that more Noah’s thing than yours?” Folio removes his ball cap and pushes his hair back. He looks so good to you right now as you picture him coming at you with said ski mask. If he was wearing it right now with the same look in his eyes you’d be willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. Your skin heats up and you can feel it creeping over your cheeks as your heart pounds against your chest and you can feel damp fabric between your legs as you squeeze your thighs together. Folio notices. “Thinking about it aren’t you, Doll,” he questions, licking his lips. His warm breath on your neck as he leans in to taste your skin leaves you breathless. “Thinking about you and me together, and what it would feel like having me inside you? What it would feel like getting fucked by me with just a ski mask on.” Folio’s hands that are back on your hips dig their fingertips into your skin and your muscles tighten beneath his touch as you try to keep yourself up before your knees completely buckle. “Alright, that’s enough Nick,” you say with a shaky breath, reluctantly pushing his hands away. “You know I want to, right?” he asks in a somber tone. “I do. So did I,” hoping he can see the seriousness on your face. “I want you too.” He smiles and you release the tight breath you’ve been holding. “I want it to be on your terms, not mine.” His face softens and the tension goes away, and you melt into the sweetness you now see. “Thank you,” you whisper. He pulls you in for a deep kiss and you feel a rush of relief being in his arms this way. “Maybe we should talk about this another time.” You didn’t realize how much sexual tension was really between the two of you. “Well, you're the one who brought it up,” reminding you with a raised eyebrow. “Well, you're the one who started it,” lightly shoving him away from you. “Mmm, technically your brother did.” He taps the end of your nose as you think of a comeback. You have none. “Okay, fair point.” Folio smiles at you while taking a deep breath. “Let's head back, before Matt really does kill us both.” You agree and turn to leave, but stop instantly. “Wait, take my picture,” you say, handing Folio your phone. Grinning, he takes your hand. “I have a better idea,” as he leads you over to the trees. The thunder rolls again, and you start to feel the sprinkles of rain that are quickly turning into droplets. Wrapping his arm around you so that you're snug in the crook of his shoulder, Nick says your name and you look up at him. His lips land on yours and you fall into his kiss as you hear the snap of the camera go off, signaling he took the picture. “Hey! Nick!” Folio grins and takes off running through the pouring rain with you quickly in tow. 

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After one more show in Louisiana, one in Mississippi, two in Florida, and two in Texas, the heat and humidity has all of you done for. You’re ready to go home. There is more work to be done once you get there, back to L.A., but a much needed break is first. Matt already has his entire month off planned, Noah too. Bryan will be knee deep in photos and rug making, Nicholas is flying home to Virginia, Jolly wants to sleep, but Folio has yet to mention anything. He’ll probably whisk away quietly on his bike for a long ride or a fishing trip, where you’ll be left to miss him like an insane person. But that’s okay. Everyone could use time apart.   

You yawn and pull the hood further down to cover my eyes. The merch hoodie you’re wearing was actually Noah's and you confiscated it without him knowing. But you know he doesn’t mind. Settling deeper into the couch and in the hoodie, you feel a looming presence over you, and you have a good idea of who it is.

“Up,” Folio orders, tapping your legs. You obey, laying them back down on his lap once he sits down. “Are you alive under there?” “Barely,” you mumble. Your arms are crossed over your chest and the hood completely covers your face. “Alright,” Folio chuckles. “Well, are you listening?” You sigh. “Depends on what you’re saying.” You feel a warm hand slip under the hoodie first and then your shirt, sliding across the skin of your belly while making its way further up, filling your entire body up with goosebumps. “How about now; listening now?” You shake your head while smiling, but you know Folio can’t see it. The hand moves from right below your breasts, further south to right above the waistband of your leggings, stopping as if to think, but then continuing down overtop the fabric and over your heated sex that’s throbbing with lust from Folio’s teasing. Instantly, you sit up and pull the hood off, meeting with Folio’s face mere inches from you. “How about now,” he says with that adorable smile. You shake your head once more, the familiar tingling engulfing you between your legs, begging for one more touch from Nick’s fingers. He grins, leans in and kisses you, while sliding a finger between your covered folds, feeling you squirm and wiggle beneath him. Just his touch alone is sending you quickly to the edge. “Mmm… I want to feel more of that from you,” Nick says, once he sits back. “You're such a tease, you know that?” You shake your head and grin, sitting back without the hood this time. “So, really, are you listening?” You smile big, and shake your head again, watching Folio’s eyes grow dark and wide. You know what he wants and you’re playing his tightened strings so well, that they are about to snap. “I’m kidding, yes, I’m listening,” you say, attempting to pull him away from the ledge.

You prop your head on your fist, staring at the man before you who is too busy scrolling through his phone to notice you staring at him. Folio is beautiful, with all the perfect little things that make him so irresistibly hot at the same time. From the earring in his left ear, to the hoop in his nose, the large tattoo on his neck and the massive one on his chest. From his sweet disposition, to affectionate, caring heart, Nick was everything you wanted; physically and inwardly. He always made you feel safe and you knew at this moment you didn't want or need anything else. Folio was enough.

“I know what I want to do once we're home,” he says, raising his eyebrows and smiling. You grin seeing him so excited about whatever it is he’s about to show you. “I found this really cool fishing spot up in Washington called Trout Lake Cozy Cabins. Apparently they have some of the best trout fishing there. I wanna take the bike and go.” Your heart falls at the thought of him leaving, especially so soon after getting home, but you’re not about to rain on his parade. “That sounds like a great time,” trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. “Good, because you’re coming with me.” Your eyes dart up to Nick’s and you see him grinning. “You’re serious,” you say more as an affirmation than a question. “Yeah I’m serious. We need to get away together if we’re going to give this thing between us a shot.” “This thing?” Your eyes narrow and you sit up, scooting closer to Folio’s legs. “Yeah, this thing,” he confirms, licking his lips, looking you up and down as you move closer. “And what is this thing,” you whisper over his lips. Your eyes drop from his to his lips and you’re restraining everything in you to not reach out and grab him, pull him into you, and devour every part of his sweet face that’s got you going mad for him. “Mmmmm, it’s a really great thing,” he answers, his entire body still, but his breath is shaky. “And there’s an us?” Your heart is pounding so hard you wonder if he can hear it. “I’d really, really like for there to be an us,” he whispers as you hand grazes over his hard length that’s very obvious to your eyes at the moment.   

“If you two seriously don’t quit, I’m throwing you out,” Matt barks as he walks by. You can hear the laughter hiding behind your brother’s tone and know there isn’t an ounce of seriousness in his voice. But still, you and Folio back off each other, allowing some breathing room. “So, you want to go here,” you say once you’ve taken a look at the place he’s pulled up on his phone. It’s very beautiful. It’s rural, quiet, and private; it’s the perfect place for you two. “I've already booked “The Pines” cabin for us.” Your eyes widen. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” “How far is it?” “Does it matter?” “It does if I’m going to be stuck with your ass, alone.” Folio pretends to be hurt. “I know you’re joking.” “Oh, but am I Folio?” You narrow your eyes and give him a smirk. You watch as his face grows a little anxious. You burst out laughing, earning you a ton of tickles to which your squeals turn into small screams. “It’s eight hundred and thirty-seven miles,” Nick finally tells you. “Whew, that’s a lot of miles. How many hours?” “Twelve and a half by the time we stop for gas and rest.” 

“Wow… that’s a long time alone with you on a bike. I’m not sure I can do that Nick.” You try to keep your face as serious as you can and it works. Nick’s head falls and you know you’ve made him feel terrible. “Oh my gosh, I’m kidding,” you scootch into his lap and wrap him around you as much as possible. “I’m so kidding,” you say again, placing soft kisses all over him. Folio raises his head to look at you and now you’re the one who feels terrible. “You really have to stop fucking with my head like that. My feelings too; I’m sensitive.” The baby face he’s giving you makes you fold into him and bury yourself there. “I’m sorry,” you mumble into his chest.” “It’s fine. I’ll just make you pay for it later.” You freeze at the sudden change in Folio’s voice, sitting up and staring at him. “Seriously?” “Am I?” The mischievous glint in his eyes is too much and you bite your lip, wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much. “Come with me and find out?” Folio smiles at you. “Well, I guess you’ll have to find out once we get home.” Getting up, you head towards the bathroom, pleased with yourself. “Seriously, Y/N!” “Yup, seriously, Folio,” chuckling at yourself because you already know the answer.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

#nick folio #nick folio bad omens #nick folio fic #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio x reader #bad omens cult #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction

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Little kicks (Olivia benson x fem reader)

Summary: you’re 6 months pregnant with you and Olivia(your wife) baby, whilst your at work you feel your baby kicking you

warnings: none

every since I told Olivia that we are pregnant, she is by my side 24/7 Olivia is always there for me as is Noah, I barely get to do my job because Olivia is the boss and doesn't want me doing field work she wants me at the station that's is the only way she will let me work is if I stay at the station til after I give birth.

this morning was something, Olivia was called into early and she took Noah to school so I was alone, I had some paperwork to do so I had to get up and go to work, so I get up and slowly walk to the bathroom to take a shower, after I get out I do my hair, and get dressed I put on a long gray dress and sandals and I start to do my makeup and my phone rings

I see the contract name “wife❤️” I answer it

“Hello”I say as I’m doing my eyeliner

“Hey princess, what you up to” she says I can hear typing at her computer

“I’m doing my makeup and then I’m coming to do paperwork” I start on my mascara

“Oh okay baby, please be careful driving here”I can hear the worried tone

“Liv I will be fine, it’s not that far of a drive”I finish my makeup “I’m on the way I’m done with my makeup”

“Okay beautiful can’t wait to see you I love you be safe” I grab my keys and my bag

“I love you to liv” I say and I hang up, I slowly walk to my car and drive to the office, and slowly walk inside and go into Olivia’s office

“Ow ow, I think I’m in pain, your beauty is killing me”she says as she looks at me through her glasses

“Shut up” I say putting my bag on her couch

“Come here”she spins in her chair to face me

I walk over and lean down and kiss her lips slowly she grips on my waist as we share a romantic and intimate kiss we break the kiss and Olivia puts her hand on my belly

“How is my little munchkin”she asks slowly rubbing my belly and planting little kisses on it

“Hasn’t been to active today” I smile and knit my fingers through her hair

After some time I really had to get my work done, so I go and sit in the corner of her office, I don’t really have a desk I mean I do but I prefer to be near Olivia and Olivia prefers me to be close to her in case something happens anyways, since I’ve been going through a lot of pain and throwing up lately liv wants to be able to keep an eye on me just to make sure I’m okay.

Half way through i need a break so i grab my water bottle and drink it and close my eyes, my back is killing me, my child will be the death of me, I’ve had the most worst pains like my back, my breast and my feet, I’ve been making sure to get enough rest and drink as much water as I can. Olivia is on the phone talking to someone, I’m not sure who but I slowly stand up and hold my stomach as put my hand on the couch to steady myself.

“Oh fuck” I say as my daughter just kicked the side of me with such force

Olivia looks at me and tells the person that she will call them back and rushes to her face and comes to me

“are you okay honey” she says as she makes her way to me and grabs my waist

“She just kicked me so hard liv, and my back hurts so bad”I look at her getting emotional and tears fall

“Hey baby, it’s okay” she grabs my face with her hands and makes me look at her “just breathe princess it’s okay” she wipes my tears and kisses my forehead as I take some deep breaths

Olivia turns me around and goes behind me and from behind she rubs my belly with her hands and kisses my cheek loving before she lightly lifts my belly so I can breathe for a moment without the pressure of my baby

“Better angel” she kisses my temple

“Yes, I’m not carrying anymore kids” she laughs as I say that “seriously Livy” I tell her

“I know baby but you are so funny” she keeps kissing my temple

Olivia just cradles my baby bump with care, kissing at my temple and whispering loving words into my ears, after some time she lightly lowers it I definitely feel much better that I got a little break of having to carry my heavy daughter only 4 more months til I don’t have to carry a human being in my body

“Thank you Livy” I smile at her

“Anything for you angel” she grabs my face and gives me a loving and gentle kiss, I smile into it

“I love you”I tell her as we break our kiss

“I love you more sweets”she says before she gives me another deep and gentle kiss

For the rest of the day I did my paperwork and hung out with Olivia whilst she did captain duty’s and then we went home so I can relax and sleep off the painful and how pregnancy pains.

#olivia benson #fanfic #olivia benson x reader #law and order svu #wlw love #wlw #pregnant reader

[balletfilmss]

COWBOY LIKE ME

✸ pairing: jason grace x cowgirl!reader smau

✸ notes: this is a random ass prompt but i like it hehe 🤭 this was originally gonna be a leo one but then i found the first pic…cowboy wannabe jason it is

…now playing: our song—taylor swift

yn.ln: cuntry 🎀

tagged: j.grace

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ssmchsizzleee: JASON, SHE’S SOUTHERN AND GREEK, RUN FOR THE HILLS BROTHA 🗣️🗣️

╰┈➤ j.grace: too late 🤷‍♀️

╰┈➤ yn.ln: said the mf from TEXAS 😒

sunshinesolace: YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS ‼️🦅

╰┈➤ yn.ln: YEEHAW

j.grace: i think i pull of the princess cowgirl hat pretty well, if i do say so myself

╰┈➤ yn.ln: yes baby, you’re very pretty

╰┈➤ j.grace: 🤭

abchase: A WIN FOR US SOUTHERN GIRLIES 🤞🤍COWGIRL PARTIES 4EVER

╰┈➤ yn.ln: 4EVER AND EVER BETH

annabethsbf: i never wanna see a pair of boots ever again oh my fuck

╰┈➤ yn.ln: life was so much better five seconds ago before you commented this

honey.hazell: SAVE A WHO AND RIDE A WHAT

╰┈➤ annabethsbf: HAZEL NO HIDE YOUR EYES

╰┈➤ honey.hazell: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel…sweetie no 😭

piedpiper: still can’t believe you pulled off a rodeo themed party

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you know i love me a good theme 😋

j.grace: SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE HOTTEST‼️

╰┈➤ annabethsbf: AMEN TO THAT BROTHER 🗣️

…now playing: stick season—noah kahan

j.grace: if the boot fits then wear it, or something like that

tagged: yn.ln

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annabethsbf: i cannot believe my eyeballs. she turned our roman yeehawy

╰┈➤ j.grace: yippee ki yay or whatever 🤠

piedpiper: do not country-afi noah kahan jason.

╰┈➤ j.grace: why must you have a problem with every little thing 😒

╰┈➤ piedpiper: i am no man’s peace.

yn.ln: MY CUTIE COWBOY ‼️🤍

╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU COWGIRL 🫶

╰┈➤ yn.ln: I LOVE YOU TOO 🤭

╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: GET A ROOM 🗣️🗣️

ssmcshizzle: don’t think i forgot the time i put MY cowboy hat on your head and you swatted it away like a fly 😒

╰┈➤ j.grace: well she kissed me after she put it there so i wasn’t gonna say NO

╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: I COUPDVE DONE THAT IF I THOUGHT IT WOJLD WORK

╰┈➤ yn.ln: LEO GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND

abchase: the boot definitely didn’t fit but it’s okay bc you tried 😇

╰┈➤ j.grace: annie you’re supposed to be supportive of the country escapades 😔

ghostboy.nico: gods, they’re multiplying

╰┈➤ yn.ln: you love us southerners, we know ☺️

╰┈➤ ghostboy.nico: unfortunately

╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: thanks babe 🤩

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@ annabethsbf replied:

SHE HAS YOU SAYING YALL NOW???

shhh, quiet city boy

said the kid raised by wolves

i will bite you.

@ ssmcshizzle replied:

yo is that my hat?

probably, considering i’m wearing hers

WELL CAN I HAVE IT BACK??

🤷‍♂️

@ yn.ln replied:

omg jay you’re tarnishing my mysterious cool girl reputation

you’re as mysterious as a glass window

that’s not true

i’m hot n sexy n mysterious

2 truths 1 lie

you suck

love you too honey 😚

#୨୧ love letters #jason grace #jason grace smau #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace oneshot #jason grace x you #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #hoo #hoo x you #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #hoo x reader #jason grace imagine

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day ten

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), hints at anal play), angst, fluff

length : 10k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens

a/n : Hope you enjoy this one!! Comments and reblogs keep the writer writing 💕

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day ten

I was getting tired of unexpected knocks on my hotel room door. Especially when it was much too early and I was already rushing to get ready after something had prevented me from properly packing my suitcase last night. Now I had mere minutes until I needed to be downstairs with the rest of the crew and the band because Bring Me had an awfully early bus call to get to Sheffield. I couldn’t blame them for that - it was home, after all. Most of them were using the day off to visit friends and family, but Oli and, as far as I knew Matt too, were heading for the store for the day.

I ripped the door open as much as I could under the weight to find none other than Oli himself standing in the hallway, an amused smirk on his face.

“I don’t know how well you slept last night, but this hotel really has to work on soundproofing their walls,” he chuckled, letting himself in just past the doorway as I stood frozen. “‘Cause I was definitely wide awake hearing two people have the fuck of their lives. Like, holy shit, staying quiet definitely wasn’t part of their vocabulary at all. Did you hear them at all?”

“I…”

“Not gonna lie, it sounded pretty hot, I was almost a little tempted to, you know.”

He raised his eyebrows at me as he motioned toward his crotch.

“Oli-”

“Did you really not hear anything?”

The bathroom door opened so abruptly I almost jumped at the sound. Noah had freshened up but was still very much in yesterday’s clothes and extremely sleepy. I could basically see the gears turning in Oli’s head as he looked back and forth between us.

“That was you! Oh you dirty, dirty kids,” he laughed. Noah looked thoroughly confused, still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Oli gave another chuckle, but something was amiss. I’d known him for years. I knew Oli’s teasing face, the way he sounded, the way his eyes crinkled in earnest. This wasn’t it. And it kept me silent, somehow.

“Well, bus call’s soon, so no time for a second round, eh?” His voice didn’t match his words. I couldn’t quite figure it out just yet, but it made me feel uncomfortable and awkward. Noah seemed to think the same as he stayed suspiciously silent, toying with the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah, no, I’ll… I’ll catch you downstairs, yeah?” I finally managed to vomit out. Oli simply nodded, raised his hand in what I assumed should be a form of goodbye and then vanished back into the hallway.

It was only when the door clicked back into its lock that Noah moved next to me. Grabbing whatever he had left in the room - he briefly paused as he saw the bottle of Hennessey, but ultimately decided not to touch it - he got ready as if his bus call was imminent.

“I keep fucking up,” he said, more to himself than anything else as he moved past me to put on his shoes.

“Noah, you’re-”

“No, I am. It’s- it’s fine, I just need to-”

My hand on his arm stopped him just before he reached the door. He looked so conflicted, so torn, that it broke my heart along with his. I wanted to tell him it was going to be okay, that we could be okay, that Oli would be okay, but even in my head it sounded like a lie. I couldn’t promise him something like that. All I could do was allow myself to be his for the taking if he ever decided to, well, take me on.

I pulled him down with a hand on his neck and put my lips on it and I hoped it would tell him everything I couldn’t say.

•••

Oli wasn’t waiting for me when I arrived downstairs. He wasn’t in the parking lot either. Or downstairs in the bus, or in the lounge. But the curtain of his bunk was pulled tightly shut and it worried me beyond belief. I wasn’t quite sure what exactly had caused him to withdraw, but my brain was providing me with a multitude of options, spinning through all of them at lighting speed as if it could make me decide on one of them, and it made me dizzy.

Especially because simply pulling away was so out of character for him. I’d expected him to make a fuss, pick a fight, get mean, argue with either me or Noah or both of us at such a volume that the rest of the hotel voluntarily evacuated, but none of that had happened. Not even a tiny remark shot our way. Not a single item thrown around the bus in frustration.

Either way, I was just so over not communicating.

Aubrey u up?

I was almost shaking waiting for his reply. It seemed silly, texting him the very thing he’d texted me that first night before the tour had really started, but I hoped he would recognise it and not consider my joking offensive when he was dealing with… something. When my phone displayed a new message, I almost threw it away in surprise, as if I’d been expecting radio silence.

Oli Is this a bootycall?

So - he didn’t hate me. And he remembered. It was a relief, really. With a slight smile playing on my face, I walked back towards his bunk and pulled the curtain back. He didn’t noticeably react, simply kept lying with his back turned to me. He did, however, shuffle forward just the tiniest bit and I took it as an invitation to climb in and shut the curtain behind me.

It was a tight fit, both of us in his bunk, especially since Oli had gotten noticeably more buff than the last time we’d done this on a tour, but with a bit of rearranging and me spooning him closely, we made it work. I placed my hand over his heart, feeling it beat underneath my fingertips, so fast it was almost concerning.

“Hey,” I whispered, quietly, as if anyone else could overhear us, as if it would matter if they did. Oli didn’t answer in words, but put his hand over mine, stroking the skin delicately. “Talk to me.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbled, like a stubborn little child. I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined him to be pouting as he spoke. Was this better than the explosions we usually faced when he got mad? I decided yes.

“Oli,” I replied, hoping his name in my mouth would sound vaguely scolding. “We talked about that. Communication and all that? Come on. I can’t bear it when you withdraw like this.”

He sighed so heavily it moved my body along with his.

“It’s embarrassing though.”

“And you can blush all you like, but you’re going to tell me. I’m not even looking at you. It literally won’t get better than this. And I won’t let you off the hook any time soon, I hope you know that.”

He grumbled for a little bit longer but I sat it out, knowing he’d come around sooner or later. The sooner was reached a lot more quickly than expected. I had been well prepared to spend most of the drive to Sheffield here, in silence, just holding him and waiting it out.

“It’s stupid, really, but seeing you with Noah this morning, knowing what you’d done…” He took a deep breath. I didn’t interrupt him even though the thoughts were already running through my head at high speed again. “I don’t mind that you fucked, you know. It just feels like… like he got something from you before I did and… it makes me feel like a leftover. Like the two of you don’t need me.”

I desperately tried to wrap my mind around what Oli was telling me. He was jealous that Noah got to have me first? That I’d decided - although it wasn’t much of a planned decision, but he couldn’t know that - to sleep with him before I considered Oli? That maybe I desired the other man more? Wanted him closer, in a more intimate setting, than Oli?

“And I know we’ve, like, done stuff before, all of us,” he continued. It seemed like now that he’d started, he barely managed to stop. “But I don’t just sleep with anyone and, fuck, this sounds so stupid, but I thought it might be special, sleeping with you for the first time, sleeping with both of you, and now I feel like I’m not really part of it anymore…”

He wasn’t just thinking about Noah being the first one to sleep with me. He was also thinking about me being the first one to sleep with Noah. I gave myself some time to think during the moments he stayed quiet. How would I have felt if they’d gotten together first? Leaving me as the odd one out, the one that hadn’t been present when they shared this new level of intimacy.

I probably would have felt rejected too.

“If it helps at all, neither of us planned to have sex last night,” I explained. “It was very much a spur of the moment thing after he crashed at mine because he’d been drinking. I think… I think I would have preferred it with you around as well.”

I hadn’t realised it until the words left my mouth, but it was true. Sleeping with Noah had been amazing - but if we’d shared that experience as a threesome, all sober and fully awake, it would have been phenomenal. I had no doubt about that.

“And you’re not second best. Not at all. You and Noah… I have so much love for both of you, in such different and such similar ways all at once. I could never prefer him over you, just like I could never prefer you over him. I’m sorry that it happened like this and that you had to find out like that.”

I didn’t know what else to say. How else to make him understand. I couldn’t take back what had happened. I couldn’t magically turn back time and turn Noah down, or make Oli appear in the room too. I could only try to make up for it moving forward. And I planned to.

“Dinner’s still on tonight, right? The three of us?”

Oli nodded. I wouldn’t have noticed if we’d not been so close. I pressed a kiss into his dark locks.

“We’ll make it up to you. Noah and I. Promise. Will you let us?”

It took a moment of Oli struggling for me to realise he was attempting to turn around. I almost slid off the edge, already imagining myself falling to the floor in the little walkway between bunks, but Oli quickly shifted and put an arm around me in the most complicated way to keep me safe. There was a lot more shuffling, trying to keep our limbs intact and our hair from getting caught up somewhere, until we settled on a final position, our legs intertwined, foreheads pressed against each other.

“As if I could ever resist you, Aubrey. You and Noah, both.”

•••

As it turned out, I didn’t have all that much to do when I travelled to the store with Oli and Mat. Most of the organisational matters had been taken care of by the local workers, those in charge of Drop Dead and everything around it, and I was barely much more than a glorified babysitter as I ushered Oli back and forth to where he was needed.

At least his mood had improved considerably. I hoped I had played some sort of part in it. When he talked to the people around him, waved to a couple of fans, studied the designs he’d helped with, I knew it wasn’t a facade. He was truly happy here, and I caught myself thinking that maybe he could be truly happy with me and Noah, too.

“I don’t really know how long this will take, but it might be a while, so if you want to leave, I don’t know, walk through the city, get a nap, you really don’t have to stay here,” Oli told me when I managed to catch up with him. I knew he meant it. He wasn’t one for playing games like that. “I can text you and Noah the address of the place I reserved at, and the time. How’s that sound?”

I agreed, not because I was bored but because I felt wholly unneeded and kept standing in the way. The question of what I was going to do with my time was answered much quicker than expected as I ran into Becky on the way out.

“You know, I think we get a discount on this stuff. And if not I’ll make Oli give you one,” I grinned as I watched her flip through some of the shirts.

“Thank god, because this shit is expensive,” she replied, immediately letting go of the fabric in ther hands. “What do you say we go for an equally as overpriced coffee instead?”

“I do love me a good dose of caffeine,” I admitted.

Becky held out her arm for me to take it and I complied with a giggle, leaving the store with her and wandering the streets, making small talk as we tried to find a coffee shop to our liking. When we finally located one, ordered and sat down, I felt all the exhaustion I’d been carrying with me take over. I sank deeper into the comfortable armchair, wondering if it’d be inappropriate to get in a little cat nap.

“Looks like Oli is keeping you up. Or was that Noah?”

I briefly panicked, wondering if, somehow, word had gotten around that I’d slept with Noah.

“You’re hanging out with both of them a lot. Now I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted trying to keep my one man at home happy, never mind two. And those two out of everyone! You truly picked the most exhausting ones to be friends with.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it wasn’t too visible and took a quick sip of coffee to hide my embarrassment.

“Yeah, they're… a handful. But I doubt it's much better for them, I'm sure I can be just as exhausting,” I laughed. “So you got a man at home, hm? Is he gonna visit on tour or has he already and I've simply missed him?”

“Oh no, he's going to be around in Dublin. It's where we live, actually. Got abducted to the other isle by an Irishman. In my defence though, he looks like Hozier's younger brother and he's just as tall, so really, how could I have resisted!”

“Tall men, eh,” I agreed, moving my cup to cheers with hers.

“Tall men, indeed.”

We stayed quiet for a moment, both of us lost in thoughts, but I wasn't a fan of the silence for long.

“Are you looking forward to going home then? We only have four more dates left, right?”

“So much. Unfortunately it's not for long. I'm leaving again on the 26th for the Bad Omens tour.”

“You’re heading on their tour with them?” This was news to me. I was well aware Bad Omens were still going to be in Europe for a while and I had absolutely been staring at those tour dates as they were selling out one by one, tempted to make a trip somewhere to see them headline, but with no work lined up it was impossible to plan. The fact that Becky had been hired by them hadn’t been relayed to me.

“Yeah, apparently they were looking for someone local and Bring Me suggested me since I’d already worked a few shows with them before. No rest for the wicked, eh!”

“No rest indeed,” I sighed. I wished I wouldn’t be getting any rest either. Maybe I should beg someone for a merch job on that tour. They probably had all their positions filled, but I was getting desperate at this point. Being away would also give me some time to find a new place to live. But did I have the guts to straight up beg for it, knownig I’d probably only get it because they took pity on me and not because they really needed me?

“So, you’re basically in a long-distance relationship then, with you being away so much, aren’t you?”

Becky exhaled into her cup of coffee. “We make it work, you know? It was tough in the beginning. He has a very steady, reliable, boring day job and I’m just all over the continent but we’ve accepted that about each other. We check in and I usually video call him in the evening. And, well you can get creative with what you do on video, too.”

I almost spewed out the coffee at her remark, knowing fully well by the tone in her voice what she was referring to. The wiggling eyebrows sealed the deal.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“By all means, I’m glad you’re having a good sex life still.”

I put the cup back on the table. I wasn’t sure how long it had been empty for, but I knew I’d been holding onto it for no obvious reason.

“Did he ever mind? Knowing that being with you would mean being away from you for a long time?” I paused for a moment, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my questions. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that, I’m just sitting here interrogating you like you’re on trial.”

“Oh, don’t worry about, darling. Ask all you want. For us, it was never a question, really. What can I say? We fell hard and fast. I could have moved to Australia and he would have made it work.”

I didn’t know why I felt like crying. I tried to hide the tears that were on the edge of emerging by organising the items on the little table in front of us until they had straightened out and seemed in order. Maybe that was more suspicious than me getting emotional.

“So, it’s all about love, isn’t it,” I said, trying hard not to sniffle. “As long as you love them enough, you make it happen.”

I only looked up when Becky put her hand over mine. Her eyes were soft, but there was no pity in them and I silently thanked her for it.

“Sometimes you have to realise just how in love you are first. Or allow yourself to admit it.”

•••

By pure luck and what I could only call a miracle, I bumped into Noah in the hallway of the hotel, on the way back to my room. He stopped immediately, and then let me into his room, assuring me it was empty for now, when he realised I didn’t want to have this conversation where we could possibly be overheard.

“Aubrey, I’m sorry,” he started but I held my hand up to stop him before he got any farther.

“I know. I know you are. I don’t know what kind of stuff you need to figure out for yourself, but I’m giving you the time to do it, okay? You’re always welcome in my room and, well, in my bed and just about everywhere else and if there’s things you want to discuss, I’ll make time for you. I’m just asking you not to keep going back and forth and changing your opinion and treating me like someone you’re dating as long as you’re not. Dating me that is. Alright?”

I took a deep breath, holding my head up high. Somewhere in the edges of my brain, I could almost hear Lia cheering me on, congratulating me for speaking my mind and putting up boundaries. I knew it was the right thing to do. For myself, for once.

“Alright,” he simply said. He deserved a little more space to think over what I’d just told him. I hoped he would.

“Well, in completely contrasting news, I hope you know we’re going out for dinner with Oli tonight?”

Noah nodded.

“Good. Because we’re going to treat him right, okay? He’s been… well, he feels a little left out of whatever the three of us have going on and that’s not happening on my watch. So we’re going to be real good to him tonight, whatever that entails and wherever we end up with. Anything to let him know he’s just as important and cherished. Is that something you can do?”

“Yeah… yeah, I think I can.”

“Good.” I gave him a smile, feeling the energy leave me as I finally got everything out I had come here to say. “Put on something nice. Apparently it’s a place that needed a reservation.” I walked a little closer, putting my hand on his chest. “I think we’d all enjoy the turtleneck a lot.”

•••

Oli and Noah looked positively divine when we met up at the restaurant later that night. Noah was every bit as gorgeous as I had hoped he’d be in the turtleneck. Even Oli gave him an appreciative whistle as he saw him, which once again caused Noah to sport a lovely little blush. Oli himself was wearing a white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and had entirely too few buttons opened. I briefly considered ignoring our dinner reservation as just taking them back to the hotel immediately and by the way the two of them were mustering me, those thoughts seemed to be mutual.

I’d made an effort. My black dress, thin, with lace and spaghetti straps, had an asymmetrical cut, showing off much more of my right thigh than my left. It was a shame I couldn’t wear it without tights, but the January cold simply wasn’t allowing it. The heels were the only ones I could walk in confidently, with a wide block heel, velvety and sexy. Both men still towered over me.

I’d also put on my dark red lipstick, at Oli’s request. The one that would smudge if touched. It might make dinner a little more complicated, but that was a challenge I was willing to accept.

Luckily, the place didn’t turn out to be too fancy, I realised as a waiter showed us to our seats, Oli’s hand on the small of my back and his other resting on Noah’s arm. Oli hadn’t needed a reservation because it was so impossibly packed during a random Thursday in January. He had needed one because he had asked for a very special table.

The waiter led us to a little platform on which sat what I could only describe as a bird-cage-esque structure, a hexagon of lightly coloured, wooden walls, two of them completely open and leading in and out of the main restaurant area, the other four adorned with a grid of windows. It seemed like there was a spotlight on it, right in the middle of the room, but as soon as I stepped inside and took my seat, I realised it also came with a lot of privacy. It was perfect.

“Bottle of wine?” Oli asked as we flipped through the drinks menu.

I looked over at Noah, but even before he could have seen me stare, he shook his head. “None for me today. I’s rather be sober.”

I wanted to tell him thank you and I know why but either would have opened up questions about what had happened the last two nights, things Oli wasn’t in the loop about, and it didn’t feel like my place to tell. Either way, Oli accepted quickly, ordering some water and and mocktails for the table, claiming that just because we were abstaining from alcohol didn’t mean we couldn’t have some fancy looking drinks.

“I can’t believe we only have four more shows on this run,” I sighed. I hadn’t meant to mention it really, but it was starting to weigh on my mind after my talk with Becky earlier. It had made me realise just how close we were to saying goodbye, going our separate ways. Oli back to recording the album, Noah still on tour, me… well, I’d have to figure that one out, too. So far my search for both a job and a place to stay hadn’t been very successful.

“Hey,” Oli interrupted my pondering, putting his hand over mine. Noah seemed to briefly feel left out, grabbing my other hand to mirror the sentiment. “No being sad at our date. It’s not like we’ll never see each other after.”

I wasn’t quite that confident in the future, but he was right. Now was not the time or place to start overthinking.

“Date, eh?” I joked instead. Deep down, I wanted confirmation, but I was too cowardly to ask outright. Then I remembered Noah’s hesitation to the idea of us going on a date before, but he was simply sipping his newly arrived drink, either ignoring the underlying question or being at peace with it. I couldn’t quite figure it out yet.

“I figured it should be one, you know,” Oli mused in fake contemplation. “Only seems fair to take you two out for dinner before I fuck you.”

If Noah had been slightly apathetic at the conversation before, he now put himself in the middle of it as he did a literal spit take, droplets of his mocktail landing on the wooden table. I was quick to mop it up with my napkin, trying to hold the laughter at bay. Oli didn’t care. He gave a bark that was loud enough to be heard by just about everyone in the restaurant. There were some spots on Noah’s turtleneck too and even though they would probably dry to be invisible on the dark shirt, I reached out to pat at it too.

He stood up a little abruptly, feeling the wet fabric with his fingers. “I’m just gonna head to the bathroom. Order me the chickenburger, yeah?”

Oli and I were still giggling by the time he disappeared from view.

“Should I go after him?” he questioned with a smirk. “Or is that gonna make things worse?”

“The latter probably,” I giggled. “He might think you’re trying to fuck him in the bathroom stalls.” Oli made a face that suggested he was thinking about it. I smacked my hand against his shoulder. “I’ll go check on him. Order me whatever, you know what I like.”

By the time I’d reached the toilets, Noah was already exiting the room again. I approached him slowly, a hand coming to rest on his chest when I was close enough.

“Oli a bit much for you?”

“When is he not,” he sighed but immediately followed it up with a smile. “It just came a little unexpectedly.”

His hand reached for mine, again, playing with my fingers and stroking the back of it as I kept it on his chest, heavy breathing underneath.

“You know he doesn’t expect anything of you, right? You don’t have to go home with him, or us. And if you do, no one’s making you do anything. He knows you’ve never, you know… been with a man like that.”

“I want to,” Noah stated, voice much more steadfast that I would have expected. “I really do. I’m just… nervous I won’t be any good.”

“Oli’s so into you, I don’t think he’d care even if you did everything wrong your possibly could,” I giggled. Relief flooded my veins when he joined in. “Besides, he’s no better off. He talks a lot of shit and he’s really good at pretending, but unless he has a whole other life he hasn’t shared with me, his experience with men doesn’t go further than some drunken make-out sessions either.”

Noah nodded, perhaps slightly unconvinced, but a lot less jittery than before. I pressed a kiss to his lips, delighted by the fact that I didn’t have to get on my usual tiptoes with the heels I was wearing. He kept me there, for a moment, with his hand at the nape of my neck, even when the kiss had ended. Simply breathing each other in. I allowed him to decide when to break the contact. I figured he needed it.

“Thank you”, he whispered.

“What for?”

“Just being you.”

•••

The rest of our outing continued much less dramatically, but filled with laughter and little flirts. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so good, just by being around these two. Oli had ordered for all of us as the waiter had indeed come by while Noah and I were gone. There was a good chance I was making heart eyes at him when a plate of curry appeared in front of me. He’d known it was my favourite. He seemed to know it all, I realised.

We ended up squeezed in the backseat of a cab, each of us with a to-go back with desserts on our laps. Oli insisted on taking them, even though neither of us were thinking very much about eating right about now. The tension in the backseat was thick - not necessarily bad, considering growing arousal and excitement were pumping through my veins as I tried to imagine what was to come.

The car took a sharp turn, prompting a low gasp from Noah when my body pressed closer to his. On his exhale, a soft hum was pulled from his throat. A reminder that I wasn’t the only one who was about to benefit from this.

The scenery outside changed, restaurants and cafés and shops giving way to a residential area, little blocks of flat, small houses with tiny gardens in front. Not the industrial complexes, the hotels, the high-rise buildings I was expecting.

“This isn’t the way to the hotel.”

As I turned to Oli, I was caught off guard by the smirk on his face. That fucker. He had ordered the cab, he had planned this. Planned - what, though? He let out a chuckle at my confusion, clearly pleased with my reaction.

“Because we’re not going there.” Oli leaned in, lips brushing my ear, yet speaking loudly enough that Noah wouldn’t be left out of the conversation. “Did you really think I’d let you bed me in a random hotel room and not my place when we’re in Sheffield?”

Noah tensed next to me. As I turned to look at him, Oli’s lips once again brushing my skin, I realised he was clutching the takeaway container a little more desperately. He’d definitely heard. And by the way he was trying to press the box down against his crotch, it had gotten him just as hot as it had gotten me.

The driver announcing our arrival saved either of us from reacting to the fact that Oli had just all but told the driver we were going to hook up in some capacity or other. All of us scrambled to get out into the cold night, no thoughts left but to get inside as quickly as possible. All I wanted was to get those two undressed, get my hands on them, my lips, I didn’t care if it was going to be a bedroom or not. I was beyond superficial details like that.

Noah wrapped an arm around me as I shivered in my coat, both of us careful not to drop the desserts. The building towered over us, several stories high and quite obviously new. Much more expensive than I could ever afford. I hoped it would have more soul once we were inside. Oli unlocked the door, the little Powerpuff Girls charm dangling from his key ring, and led us to the lift. It went all the way to the top floor where he let us into his apartment.

It was… perfectly Oli. The place had a homely feel to it, not small enough to feel cramped, not big enough to get lost in the feeling of its vastness. I wanted to stay forever, go through his things, study the way he decorated, how he sorted his stuff, what he had kept over the years and what had gotten moved into a faraway closet that never got opened. All the things that made him tick.

The large bookcase was filled with novels that called out for me to leaf through, study their contents, let my fingers run along their spines, ask him which ones he had read yet, see how his collection compared to my much smaller one. Little trinkets and souvenirs from all over the world were placed in between. So many stories to tell. So many anecdotes I hadn’t gotten to hear yet.

My eyes fell on the floor-length windows. They provided a stunning view all over the city, lights twinkling in the dark. I could stay here and watch forever. If I could afford it, I’d surely get a place like this too. As I stepped closer, trying to avoid the glare from inside lights, the container in my hands almost bumped into the window pane. Right. The desserts.

“Oli, where do-”

While I had been exploring Oli’s living room, Noah had apparently started exploring Oli’s body. The takeaway boxes safely set on the counter of the open kitchen, the two of them were tightly intertwined. Oli was holding Noah close, his arms wrapped around the other’s waist as Noah perfectly molded himself to Oli’s chest. His own hands were impatiently touching his back, his arse, his shoulders, as if they couldn’t get enough of what they were feeling. It was a familiar sentiment.

I approached the pair, dropping the takeaway next to theirs, allowing my fingers to trail over both of their bodies. Noah pulled back when he realised, lips already red from the intense kiss.

“Bedroom?” I simply asked. Noah nodded enthusiastically as Oli untangled himself with a smirk. He led us through a short hallway, past his bathroom which seemed even more luxurious than the hotel ones I’d been fawning over, and into his bedroom, the second to last door.

It was much less decorated than the living area, but still drew me in. The dark carpet, heavy curtains that hid the window, the plush bed - the bed was large enough that, if I hadn’t known better, I would have assumed Oli had ordered it specifically for the three of us. We’d fit in much better than at the hotel which was more than an advantage for what we were planning to do that night.

Noah seemed to have the same thought as he pushed Oli onto the mattress, immediately dropping to his knees in front of him and starting to work on removing Oli’s trousers. Not wanting to be left out, I moved onto the bed as well, slowly unbuttoning Oli’s dress shirt, one by one, my fingers tracing over every inch of hot skin that revealed itself. Oli was already growing restless, one of his hands covering mine to speed up my movements, but I remained relentless.

I didn’t care to remove the shirt completely as I pushed the fabric away, revealing a chest full of tattoos I would never get sick of staring at. Oli’s breathing quickened as I let my fingertips run over the lines, his nipples, up his neck.

“Aubrey, I swear to god, if you don’t kiss me soon-”

I leaned down, letting my lips touch the shell of his ear, just as he had done in the cab.

“Yeah? Then what?”

I didn’t torture him by waiting for an answer, instead putting my lips on his with no further warning, immediately catching him in a passionate kiss. He sighed, then gasped into it, leaving me to wonder what Noah was currently up to, but when Oli tried to get me to open my mouth, deepen our connection further, I pulled back. His lips were tinted red now, a slight stain of my lipstick even on the skin around his mouth.

I wasn’t quite sure why yet, but it was a sight that utterly captivated me and made me adore him more. I wanted to kiss him stupid, leave my mark all over, see my lips all over his body, every day. I pressed another kiss on his cheek, then in the middle of the rose on his neck, where the red was losing itself in between the thicker, black lines, a colouring book I wanted to try all my shades on.

Looking behind me, I watched as Noah pulled Oli’s underwear down his legs, discarding them without much care, much too preoccupied with the way Oli’s dick bounced upward as it was freed from the fabric, already considerably hard and mouth-wateringly delicious. Feeling my stare on him, he managed to tear his gaze away, only to grin at me in the most devilish way, motioning for me to join him on the floor. I did without hesitation.

He pulled me in for a quick kiss, allowing me to leave more of my lipstick on him too, even though the marks were already becoming more faint in their intensity. I could only imagine the way my own face looked, colour shifting around my mouth, no precision left in the outline.

“Help me treat Oli right?” Noah whispered against my lips. “I bet he’ll love two mouths on his dick even more than one.”

He did. He couldn’t be blamed - I wasn’t sure how I’d cope if I had two pairs of lips, two tongues, playing with my pussy at the same time. As soon as Noah and I both started leaving teasing little kisses on Oli’s length, he dissolved into a puddle of moans. He was still propped up on his elbows, watching the two of us on our knees, so it was impossible to tell if it was just the feeling of it or the visual as well.

It wasn’t the most technically perfect blowjob in history as Noah and I kept clashing, getting more and more lost in our own lust of getting our mouths on Oli, tasting him, swallowing him, then licking him while the other person swallowed him. Oli’s hands were all over the place, completely uncoordinated as they grasped at the backs of our heads, our hair, the bedsheets, anything they could find. One of my hands had travelled to Noah’s crotch.

I was much too distracted to do much but enjoy the way he was growing in his trousers. Or how my knees were uncomfortably rubbing against the hard floor. My brain was clouded with lust and the need to get Oli to come. Tonight was going to be all about him, in away he’d let it, and just the thought of spending a few more hours with my hands on Oli, getting him high again and again, hopefully finally feeling his dick inside me, had me delirious.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” Oli mumbled. When his hand found the back of my head again, gripping my hair and pulling me off him, it was with intention. His eyes were almost pleading when I looked up. “Can I-?”

I nodded before he posed the complete question. He could. In fact, I was gagging for it. As much as I’d enjoyed blowjobs before in my life, never had I been craving for their smells, their taste, their cum as much as I did with these two.

Noah pulled away, letting his fingers play with the part I wouldn’t manage to get in my mouth, fondling his balls, as I slowly took Oli as deep as I could without gagging, still missing a good portion, but all aspirations to swallow him whole would have to wait another day.

Oli wasn’t lying when he said he was close. His hips were starting to shift off the bed, fighting a losing battle as he tried to keep himself from fucking my mouth, his noises an amalgamation I wanted to record and put in a song. When he came, he did so with a punched-out sound, shallow thrusts that slowly stopped as I swallowed as much as I could. When I let him drop from my mouth, I could feel some of it dripping from my lips still. Noah caught me in a kiss, greedily licking at them until there was nothing left.

“Jesus Christ, you two are nasty,” Oli groaned, but all of us knew it was the opposite of a complaint. He sat up a little more, face flushed, looking utterly satisfied. “Now why the fuck are you still dressed?”

I stood up eagerly. The whole scene between the three of us had gotten me uncomfortably wet, my panties noticeably sticky. I didn’t care what exactly would follow, as long as it included an orgasm of my own sooner or later. I’d barely grasped the seam of my dress when Noah’s hands appeared on my legs. Their warmth seeped through my tights, mixing with the hotness of my own skin.

“Let me,” he whispered, still on his knees, hands travelling upward, slowly and teasingly, until they reached the hem of my tights. He rolled down the fabric, over my thighs, where he paused to press a kiss to the snake tattoo, over my knees, my shins. He only stopped to take off my boots, then resumed his task, until my feet and legs were bare.

For a moment, as I looked down, Noah on his knees before me, those big brown eyes staring up at me, adoration radiating from his whole being, his hands under my dress, it felt like a worship I wasn’t deserving of.

Then, he got up to pull the dress over my head before I could ruminate on it or start to cry. Noah never let me miss his touch for too long, toying with the clasp of my bra as he peppered kisses all over the side of my neck, finally unhooking and removing it completely, only for his lips to attach themselves to my nipples. I couldn’t seem to do much but take it all in, sighing at each and every touch, purely giving into pleasure.

His fingers were tracing over the fabric, so lightly I could barely feel it at all, but it was enough to cause my knees to buckle and my hands to grasp onto his body for fear of falling. I was so hopelessly turned on, every tiny thing had me losing my mind.

“She’s so fucking wet, she’s basically dripping on my fingers,” Noah chuckled. “Where do you want her?”

“Right here, on my face.”

I stiffened immediately, eyes snapping open and staring at Oli, who had gotten comfortable on the bed, in all his naked glory, motioning for me to join him. I felt equal parts insecure and excited - I’d never sat on anyone’s face. Not only had no one ever offered, I was also terrified of being too much. My thighs suffocating the other person. Looking awful from their angle. Not being able to come because I was so tense from holding myself up so desperately.

But Oli… Oli wasn’t just looking at me with lust. He wasn’t doing this for any reason but because he craved it. Because he knew he could make it good for me. And, even if my heart was beating out of my chest with nerves, I trusted him.

“I thought tonight was going to be all about you?” I teased, still stalling. Noah was busy pulling my underwear down my legs, tapping on each ankle in turn so I would lift my feet, aiding him in removing the item.

“Who said this is anything but a treat for me?”

Somehow, that sealed the deal. On slightly shaky legs, I crossed the short distance, climbed on the bed and then hesitated as I kneeled next to Oli’s body.

“How-”

I didn’t need to finish the question. Oli, once again, knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Face that way,” he ordered, motioning toward the room, toward the other man. “I’m sure Noah can think of something to make it even better for you.”

With a nod, I awkwardly climbed over Oli’s body, trying to position myself over his face, much too preoccupied with what I was doing and how it would look and whether I might squish Oli to watch the other man. I found myself shuffling, again and again, the muscles in my thighs straining as I held myself up. I didn’t know where to put my hands, or whether to lean in any particular way. Even Noah removing his tight turtleneck and shoving down his trousers couldn’t sufficiently distract me.

“Aubrey, what the fuck are you doing,” Oli mumbled from underneath me, making me halt in my movements.

“I just-”

“It’s called sitting on someone’s face, not hovering.”

I was about to protest, but then his hands heavily grasped onto my thighs, pulling me down so decidedly that I had no option to fight against it, and then, the words still on my tongue, he licked through my wetness and I was so over convincing him of anything that didn’t include his mouth on me.

A moan was ripped from my throat as I dropped my hands forward onto Oli’s chest. Fuck. I’d severely underestimated just how turned on I was. His tongue was flicking my clit ever so slightly, every now and then, before going back to explore the rest of my pussy, and I was already throbbing.

Noah crawled onto the bed next to us, fully naked now, his hard cock standing proudly, and somehow, the pure sight of it heightened my arousal. I ground my hips downward, unable to get enough of Oli, but his hands, clasped tightly on my thighs, kept me exactly where he wanted me. It was as exhilarating as it was frustrating.

I was desperate to come now. I was desperate to feel something inside of me, too, in addition to Oli’s tongue on my clit, but I didn’t want to beg. Not yet. And this night was about Oli - if he’d wanted his fingers in me, they would already be there. All I could do was let myself fall into the sensations, trust that his teasing would result in an orgasm, and study Noah, who was now climbing onto Oli’s frame as well.

I watched as he took his own cock in his hand, admiring the way his fingers looked wrapped around it, then he ground his hips against Oli’s. Oli’s dick gave a twitch in response, ready to grow hard once again, and the moan vibrated through me so deliciously that I felt like screaming. I kept eye contact with Noah through it, as difficult as it was becoming. His smile told me he knew exactly what he was doing - both to Oli and to me.

With a sly grin, Noah repeated his action. His whole body shuddered at the contact, obviously desperate for release, but his focus was solely on Oli and me. Oli moaned again, loud enough that I could both hear and feel it, and it was good, it was so much more than good, and I needed it badly, so, so badly. Noah knew. He grasped onto both of their dicks now, wrapping his long fingers about him and Oli, getting the other more and more hard, jacking both of them off.

Oli was growing restless again, his hips thrusting upward to meet Noah’s movements, his mouth now constantly moaning against me, his vibrations ever increasing. He closed his lips around my clit now, so delicately and yet strongly enough and I came, shouting and screaming and clawing at his chest as my legs trembled and then gave in, almost dropping fully on Oli’s body.

Noah was quicker, though, catching me easily, strong hands holding me up until I managed to drop onto the mattress as all of my muscles refused to work. Then he bent down toward Oli and I turned my head just quickly enough to see the wetness I had left on Oli’s face and how Noah proceeded to kiss all of it away.

Oli lost himself in it for a moment, but he wouldn’t let Noah have the upper hand for long. With a quick move, he turned the two of them around, trapping Noah against the mattress. Noah, so tall and broad, suddenly looked utterly smitten and small underneath him.

“How have we gone so long without my mouth on your dick,” Oli mused as he kissed his way down Noah’s chest. “You already got to suck me off twice.” He was now palming Noah’s dick, his mouth stilling somewhere along his hips. “Now it’s time for me to get mine. You gonna be a good boy, Noah? Keep your hips still so I can blow you? You better be or this is gonna be over before you know it.”

Noah nodded, eagerly, falling into this submissive role with ease, which I couldn’t help but take note of. It was fascinating watching him, who was always so self-assured and in control on stage, let go of it all and simply put himself into Oli’s hands, knowing and trusting he would get exactly what he needed, if not always what he wanted.

Oli’s mouth hovered over Noah’s dick now, his breath already hitting the tip, but before he gave into Noah’s wishes, he turned his head toward me. I’d since sat up, craving nothing more than a front-row seat to the spectacle as my body slowly came back to life.

“And you be a good girl too and prepare yourself for me, yeah? I’m going to fuck you when he’s finished and I’m not going to put any fingers in you first.”

My face was heating up with such intensity, I could only imagine how red it was. But I, too, nodded, shifting my body slightly and parting my legs, ready to do as he asked. What I was seeing in front of me would drench me once again in no time anyway.

Oli engulfed Noah’s tip without any further hesitation now. Noah’s hands flew to the back of Oli’s head, halting in their movements immediately but then relaxing into his hair as he realised Oli wasn’t going to scold him for it. I let my fingers wander between my thighs, another wave of wetness hitting me as I watched the two men. Oli had clearly done his research, expertly bobbing his head, taking Noah a little deeper, but keeping to the rules he had put to Noah just days before to save his voice for the rest of the tour and moving his hand to pleasure all of him.

When I slipped a finger inside of me, I found no resistance, just slick walls begging for more, begging to be filled properly, so I let another finger join. The noises of me pumping my fingers in and out were impossible to ignore, but they still paled in comparison to Noah’s low groans and the way Oli was starting to drool around Noah’s cock.

The third finger was a stretch, but Oli was big enough that I knew I needed it to take him comfortably. I didn’t mind it. I enjoyed it just that bit more if it was a little too much, a little too intense, a little too fast. I would probably love taking Oli without any preparation at all. I pushed the thought away for another day.

Noah was close now. I could tell from the noises that escaped his mouth, the way his fingers were all but tearing at Oli’s hair. He had trouble keeping his hips down, but if there was one thing to know about Oli is that his threats usually weren’t empty. Oli sped up further, both his mouth and his hand. I quickly removed my fingers from my pussy, just in time, as Noah came, moaning so beautifully, unable to stop thrusting into Oli’s mouth once, twice. I would have come on the spot too if I’d still been touching myself.

Oli pulled himself off, licking up everything that had escaped him from Noah’s cock, who whined pitifully. The way he wiped his mouth on his hand almost seemed obscene. Even after all that had transpired already. Noah was busy catching his breath, eyes closed, looking utterly satisfied. Oli, however, was far from done.

Crawling over to the bedside table, he opened the uppermost drawer. Filled with condoms, lube and wipes, as far as I could see, it obviously served as his closest assembly of anything he could need for spontaneous sex. Though I didn’t doubt he’d have a much bigger collection of things somewhere else. He blindly grabbed one of the condoms, tearing it open and rolling it onto his thick, hard erection. My mouth was watering already. In an instant, he was on me, pulling me into a bruising kiss.

“How did he fuck you, Aubrey?” His lips was wandering from my neck down to my chest, pushing me backwards until I was lying flat, then letting his teeth graze over my nipples. I cried out at the feeling, sensitive to a fault and yet not getting anywhere near enough. “Did you do it missionary, like an old couple? Did he make you ride him, watch your pretty tits bounce? No… He did you from behind, didn’t he?”

His hands harshly grabbed onto my hips and before I knew it, Oli had turned me on my front, pulling me up to my knees in front of him. I propped myself up on my elbows, ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me as long as it involved his dick in me. His fingertips were digging into my flesh now, hard enough that I knew it would leave bruises. I couldn’t wait to see them.

“Let’s see who can do it better, doll.”

I didn’t have any more time to prepare as he pushed in roughly, not stopping until he was entirely buried in me and I was crying out at the delicious stretch. He felt amazing in me, even without moving, but when he finally did, it brought me to new heights without any trouble at all. He didn’t show any mercy, thrusting so hard that the bed was moving along with us, the sound of skin slapping echoing the room. I gave myself over to him completely, allowing him to treat me however he liked, utterly brainless, unable to care about anything but the fire in my lower belly burning hotter and hotter.

I barely realised Noah was moving, much too distracted by the way Oli was fucking me to take note of anything else, until he appeared in my field of vision, fumbling with the drawer Oli had left open. Curious, I tried my best to lift my head to see what his plan was, but Oli gave me another hard thrust that caused my arms to falter completely, my chest hitting the mattress. I didn’t try to hoist myself up again.

I heard a click, some shuffling behind me, then-

“Fuck!” Oli exclaimed, pushing into me again with a shudder. “Oh, fuck.”

I didn’t know what had just changed, but suddenly, Oli was a mess, irregular in how he fucked me. I pushed back into him, missing the rhythm he had established, but he was still slightly distracted.

“Fuck, Noah, that’s-”

I allowed myself to turn my head, struggling with the position, but managing just enough to see Noah standing behind Oli. There was no way to see exactly what was happening, but with the way Oli was now arching both toward me and toward Noah, his body seemingly unable to decide which way to go and-

“Did Noah just put a finger in your arse?”

“Two, love. Two;” Oli moaned, losing control at the treatment. Then, as if remembering his main goal, he crowded against my back, positioning me just the way he liked and fucked me hard, again, bringing me to the brink of my orgasm in a matter of moments.

I was loving the sounds in the room, the filthy atmosphere, the way Oli and I were chasing our heights, the way Noah made himself part of it, how Oli faltered under it. It was only a matter of moments, my own hand reaching between my legs, and then I was clenching around Oli, crying out at the force that hit me, riding it until I felt utterly spent, letting Oli, who was now nothing but a sweaty mess against my back, fuck me harshly until he came too, shooting into the condom with high-pitched moans.

Oli just about managed to pull out before collapsing on my back, pressing me into the mattress, until I started struggling underneath him, his ever heavier growing figure leaving me gasping for a breath I wasn’t able to catch yet anyway. Noah was the one who ended up providing the most aftercare, stashing the lube he’d used on Oli, passing around wipes and water he got from somewhere I couldn’t quite follow, but he was also the only one out of us whose brain still seemed to work at least a little.

I ended up making grabby hands at him like a little child as the sweat on my body slowly turned cold, leaving an entirely different type of goosebumps to wreak havoc on my skin. Noah saw, pulling the plush blanket up with him as he got into bed next to me, making sure to tuck both me and Oli in before hugging close to me.

Oli was still on his back, staring at the ceiling, apparently questioning… his life, maybe? He certainly looked like it. I figured it might have had something to do with the surprise action he got from behind this time. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a first for him.

Oli, who always seemed so experience, never showed any hesitation or shyness about anything we did, surely had his boundaries too. And letting someone finger his arse surely wasn’t something he casually shared with a lot of people. What would that mean for the two of them? Noah had taken a brave step today. All I could hope was that it would open a door to more between the two of them. I knew they wanted it; they simply needed to admit it too.

Noah was still nestled into my side when Oli finally decided it was time to cuddle for him as well. There was no room for talking, not tonight. All of the unspoken things were going to be left to fester in our brains for a little while more, threatening to become more clear as the post-orgasmic haze lifted bit by bit, but I was hoping we’d be drifting off to sleep before it engulfed us. Talking was for tomorrow. No travelling, very few things on the agenda, a hometown show at night. It could wait.

Oli’s mouth was on my neck, nuzzling his nose into my hair. But this time, his warm breath was comforting instead of arousing. Until he left a much-too-hard bite on my earlobe, obnoxious as usual, and I blindly swatted at his head.

I was just about to drift off, fully comfortable sandwiched between the two men, when Oli spoke up.

“So, who fucked you better, doll, me or Noah?”

I wanted to be appalled, offended or at least pretend I was, but all that happened was that an insane giggle left my mouth, shaking my whole body until it had spread to the sides and taken Oli and Noah as well. Noah buried his head into the other side of my neck as I awkwardly slung my arm around him. Turning my face toward Oli, I grabbed onto his chin just enough to move his mouth to mine, pressing a short but heavy kiss against it.

“Guess you’ll both have to fuck me during the same evening for optimal comparisons.”

#Noah Sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian #Oli Sykes fic #Oli Sykes #Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess

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isn't it romantic? | myg (01)

ENTRY ONE: Me Before You

⟶ SERIES MASTERPOST

Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader; side/past taehyung x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: coworkers to lovers, magazine writers au, fluff, angst, eventual smut; central themes of cheating (not between yoongi and oc), swearing (a staple in this household 😗), one bit is a lilllll suggestive?, mentions of drinking, i think that's it hmmm, barely edited bc u know how we do

word count: 5.1k

note: this is the yoongi brainrot speaking !!! the banner for this entry is one of my all time favorite pics of him and i will find a way to use it in everything !!! but erhm yeah iir is officially starting and i'm very curious to see what y'all think about it 😗 please like it haha jk no i'm serious please like it it's my baby

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I waste my breath on a prayer, you don't care, I was never a part of your plan, You can't make a God of somebody, Who's not even half of a half-decent man.

I Burned LA Down - Noah Cyrus

Half your life, you hated blue.

You often associated it with so many bad things - loss, betrayal, loneliness. The great big storm. The end of life.

Most of the pigtails-wearing girls in your class disliked it because it was often a boy’s color. You hated it because of a stranger on a beach.

Then you discovered Blue Side (as ironic as the name was), the magazine that everybody and their mother was reading. There was this column - the Love Maze (as corny as it sounded) - that had your 15-year-old self hooked from the first article you read, “Flirty Pickup Lines to Text Your Crush”. It gave you a nice little distraction from the reality of your fucked up family.

You’d get home from school and dive right into it. You could count on the maze for a new article every day, covering all kinds of things - cute little quizzes, daily love horoscopes, relationship tidbits…

You started reading it religiously because it was stupid, and fun, but it was more than that too. They covered real-life stories of actual people, which you’d never really thought about. For the most part, it was tedious. Rekindling with an old flame whilst grocery shopping, accidentally spilling coffee on a stranger who then asked you out on the spot, etc. Things like that. You found them so… unremarkable. 

But then it went beyond that, when they told their stories looking back on years and years after that first happenstance. How there was love in the mundane. How there was love every single day, even on the bad ones. How there was a spark that two people cared for and nurtured into a warm fire that never burnt out.

How there was love.

How there was always love.

To you, that was magical. It was something you’d only ever heard about in fairytales when you were a kid.

You still remember the exact moment when it all changed for you.

You met Kim Taehyung during your third week at Blue Side, where you were a wide-eyed assistant editor who somehow wiggled her way into a position there, and he was an effortlessly charming graphic designer.

Admittedly, the first time that you two had ever talked, wasn’t under ideal circumstances. You were tucked away behind the office building, nails digging into your palms at 3PM on a sunny but freezing afternoon, willing your tears to stay where they belonged. You’d felt severely underqualified, like you were only flailing about, trying to keep your head above water but something kept pulling at your feet, not stopping until you were at the very bottom. People always talked about how your early 20s were the most beautiful and freeing years, when you could truly live and feel your youth blossom all around you. But that just wasn’t true. Those were the loneliest years of your life.

Taehyung had found you then, while he was out for a quick smoke break. He could’ve made a lame excuse and left, or simply pretended to not notice you were even there, but he stayed. He approached you and asked what was wrong. He offered you words of reassurance and encouragement even though you were nothing but a stranger to him.

You were touched by his simple act of kindness and his endearing smile. Maybe it’s because you’d never been offered much kindness throughout your life that his small gesture seemed like everything. In a way, it was everything. He looked like the kind of fairytale love that you’d only seen in movies, only read about in Love Maze. To this day, a part of you still thinks that you fell in love with him the very second he asked, “Are you okay?”

The timing felt right.

Taehyung felt right.

He, too, was like the sun in the middle of a cold and isolating winter.

You remember the color of his sweater, and it was then that you realized blue didn’t have to be so bad after all.

[15:39] You: what r u doing tonight?

[15:45] Tae ♡: probably just head home after the gym. play a couple matches with Jungkook. hope i don’t die boiling water for ramen and hit the hay early

[15:46] Tae ♡: miss you :(

[15:49] You: thanks

[15:52] Tae ♡: mean

[15:53] You: lol 😇

[15:54] You: i miss you too <3

[15:56] Tae ♡: can’t you come back earlier?

[15:58] You: there’s only a week left. you’re a big boy, u can handle it :)

That was a lie. You were already on the train when you sent him that text, bouncing your leg all the way back to the city at the mere thought of surprising him with your early return. You’d taken a leave from work to visit your family, spent some time somewhere quieter, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city.

You watch as the scenery passes by, fast-paced like you’re in a montage. The rest of forever is right around the corner. You wish you could skip to your happily ever after and not have to rewind the tape ever again.

When the diamond on your ring finger catches the sunlight coming from outside the window, you allow yourself a blissful sigh as you gaze at the jewelry adorning your hand. But if you’re being honest, it doesn’t fit anymore, at least that’s what you’ve noticed over the past month. It’s a little loose now, not quite noticeable but you can still make out the slight difference if you concentrate hard enough. You should get it resized soon, maybe later this week now that your schedule has cleared up earlier than expected.

Three weeks is a lot of time to spend around only your family, you realize. You thought you could do it - seeing that you hadn’t been back in a while - but the second you stepped foot into your childhood home, you remembered what a dysfunctional household you had.

It was nice while it lasted, which wasn’t very long. You did all you could, bit your tongue and tried to suppress that unresolved anger until it eventually became too much to handle. Your mom has always been a complainer. Nobody likes talking about it, but she’d bring up the same old shit almost every day even though you all know what happened. Your dad would just sit there and listen as she berates him in front of you and your sister, and you suppose he keeps quiet because there’s really nothing to be said in his defense. It was his crime, and this is his punishment.

Sometimes, you wonder why dad still stays. Sometimes, you wonder why mom still lets him.

You just wanted to go, even though this was supposed to be home. You want to leave every time you visit, and it’s a haunting feeling that keeps following you around your whole life. Why is home always a place you want to leave?

When you arrived back in the city, the first place you went to was Taehyung’s apartment. You lounged about, enjoying the much needed silence after two whole weeks with your family, killing time as you waited for your fiance to return from work.

You thought about you and Taehyung, and how your wedding was only months away but this was still his place. You wondered why you hadn’t moved in yet, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying on his part. Even though you spent most days of the week at Taehyung’s, you still had your own place.

Twenty minutes before he was usually supposed to come home, you ordered from his favorite restaurant, so he would have a proper meal once he was back, instead of half-assing his dinner with flavorless ramen like he’d planned. 

But Taehyung didn’t come back, and the food has been cold for hours now.

You glance at your phone again.

11:02 PM.

No new notifications.

The last message you sent him was around 8:30 - just a simple Whatcha doing? - but he hasn’t replied. 

There’s a small part of you that goes into a dark place, and you physically have to shake off the thoughts. Taehyung has never given you a reason not to trust him, but still, the wandering thoughts can’t help themselves. Is it insecurity, or paranoia? Or have you been programmed to be skeptical after everything that’s happened?

Maybe he’s just caught up with work. Maybe the guys at the office had last minute plans. Maybe Jungkook showed up unannounced and dragged Taehyung into one of his shenanigans again. There’s a lot of reasons to explain why he isn’t home when he said he would be.

You wait for him. Sometimes, waiting is all you can do.

You don’t get any indication of life until some time after midnight, when the door opens and you hear him stumble into the hallway. The first thing that escapes you is a sigh of relief - relieved that he’s home, safe and sound, and not out there somewhere doing things you would really not even let yourself imagine. You sit there on the couch, shrouded by darkness, now even more committed to making him squeal out of his skin after (unintentionally) making you wait for hours like that.

You carefully listen to the sounds coming from down the hall, trying to time when you’ll jump up and shock him.

There’s his shoes dropping to the floor carelessly. There’s some shuffling as he moves about, navigating his way through the dark. There’s a light thud, the sound of something hitting the wall softly.

A sharp intake of breath. His familiar groan, muffled. A whimper, feminine.

Your mind instantly blanks, and that nervous breath from before has suddenly found its way back into your lungs, growing in size until you stand up and say, “Tae?”

Somebody shrieks, and it’s neither you nor Taehyung.

When he switches on the lights, you don’t know what to focus on first - your fiance with his shirt unbuttoned, red lipstick smudged around the corners of his mouth; or the woman next to him with her back against the wall, hair disheveled, one strap of her pretty blue dress pulled down.

Huh.

If this was what you wanted, then you suppose you succeeded.

Taehyung stares at you, eyes blown wide, mouth opening and closing dumbly as he searches for words. “Y/N, I-” he stutters, “w-what are you doing here?”

You’ve seen this exact moment in movies, read it in books and online posts on the Blue Side forum from people seeking advice. You witnessed your own mother go through it when you had just learned how to read. 

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you steady yourself. You’re not sure what your face is showing, if it’s even showing anything at all. You’re being pulled apart in every direction. Things that you felt as a child are things you never wanted to feel as an adult. It’s not until now that you finally understand why mom hasn’t gotten over it, even though it’s been decades. This is the kind of hurt that chases you wherever you go, never relenting until it makes sure it has a home deep within your bones.

You inhale a shaky breath, and take a step back when Taehyung starts approaching you. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking on the apology. 

You don’t want to hear any of it. You don’t want to be here anymore. For the second time today, you’re leaving home. For the second time in your life, home is being taken away again.

Somewhere in the back of your head, a tiny voice echoes, There it is.

You run out of there, feeling like the ceiling is going to collapse on you. You hear him call out your name, but his voice drifts further and further away as you move. Taehyung isn’t even following you. The faint scent of whiskey on his breath follows you out, but not him.

You keep moving until you’re out on the street, until you can’t even see the building anymore. You shiver from the chilly air, and the influx of emotions that threatens to make you burst. Lightning cuts across the night sky, flashing bright for a split second before everything dulls into darkness again. The forecast said it was going to rain tonight, you recall. Your phone in your bag vibrates the whole time, but still, no one follows you.

Your feet slow to a halt when the first drop of rain hits the ground. You’re not even sure how long you were walking, but now that you’ve stopped, you notice the shiver is gone. You’re standing completely still, and that those seismic waves in the center of your chest from earlier are nowhere to be found.

Oh. You’re doing it again.

Heavier drops start to dampen the earth.

You don’t know where else to go.

Not your own apartment. Not now. No, it’s too empty there.

Maybe it’s a sign from the universe, that you’re just undeserving of a place to belong.

You open your phone to find his name on your screen, next to the words (7) missed calls. You ring up the only person you can, and when she finally picks up, you say, “Can I come over?”

Even when your voice cracks, you don’t cry. The earthquake never comes.

Sohee takes you in like the good friend she is. You’re grateful that she was someone you could count on to always have your back at work, who then turned into one of your best friends outside of the office too.

She gives you some clothes to change into, and doesn’t question anything when you ask if you could spend the night. Though, you have a feeling that she knows who this is about. She leaves you alone to get some rest, but it’s probably because she has work in the morning too, and it was already 1:30AM when you interrupted her peace and quiet with the call.

You don’t sleep a wink that night.

Instead, you think about your mom, and how she must have felt when she found out about your dad’s infidelity, time and time again. It’s true what they say, children really don’t know a lot about their parents. 

How did she feel when she first found out? You can’t imagine what it must have been like, going through all of that while having two kids to think about too.

You feel bad that just yesterday, you’d been so annoyed with her that you cut your trip short.

Outside Sohee’s windows, the sky cries, like it’s grieving in place of you, its tears drowning the earth in waves of sorrow. For a moment, you consider stepping out there, to feel the rain on your face and in your hair. But in the end, you stay inside, where you’re sheltered and dry.

You don’t realize that the sun has risen until Sohee knocks on your - well, her - door. 

She cracks it open gently. “Babe?” she asks, tentative like you’re a cornered animal, ready to bolt at any given moment. “Are you up?”

You lie in her bed, feeling so foreign in your own skin. You reckon your eyes must be bloodshot from the lack of sleep. You haven’t even cried once.

“I’m alive,” you tell her, as you stare up at the ceiling. There are no stars here, just plain cream-colored paint.

“Okay,” you hear her say, then she pauses for a moment, clearly not knowing how to proceed. 

Sohee approaches you, sits on the bed, and gives you a smile. She pats your hair, and it reminds you of your sister. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I have some time before I meet Namjoon for breakfast.”

You sit up, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It’s been switched off since you got here, and when you turn it back on, a flurry of texts light up the device until the screen lags. Messages from Taehyung, asking where you were, begging you to tell him if you were safe.

You open the texts to show him that you’ve read them. That should be enough of an answer.

You test the words in your mouth for a moment. “Taehyung cheated on me,” you say, thinking that if you verbalize it, it would be real and you would finally feel bad. That it was just a delayed reaction, that you were just too in shock to process anything. You want to feel bad, but it doesn’t work.

Sohee’s eyes widen almost comically. “Are you fucking serious?” she asks in disbelief, half because of the nature of the news itself, and half because of how calm you are.

“He cheated on me,” you repeat and still, nothing surfaces. If anything, it backfires. You can physically feel yourself doing it again - shutting down. “I caught him last night.”

You’re not sure what’s wrong with you. This isn’t a normal person’s reaction after they found out their fiance was cheating on them.

But.

It is a you reaction. 

You keep doing this, even when you don’t mean to. You ran away last night, and you’re running away now. Your body shuts out every negative emotion until you feel nothing at all. It’s stupid that you do this, and it’s stupid that you don’t know how to stop doing it.

Fight or flight, and you choose flight every time. Every single fucking time.

You wish you could give Sohee something, anything would do. Scream, cry, go back to your apartment to set fire to all of Taehyung’s belongings. Anything would be better than this complete lack of emotions you’re showing. 

You watch her face as it happens, things that you should be feeling but aren’t. She’s mostly shocked, angry, but not hurt. How could she? She wasn’t the one being played for a fool. You wish you could ask her to give you some of that anger, even if it’s only a fraction.

You don’t see Taehyung again until two days later, when he shows up at your door. Even when he’s standing in front of you, words spilling from his lips like prayers instead of apologies, you just feel… empty.

You let him inside, and the second that the door closes behind him, you fill up with unease. All your walls are up again, your system on high alert. Everything in your body is telling you that there’s an intruder in your space. Your feet are ready to bolt, just itching to get out of there Go, your head says, you’re not safe here.

Taehyung approaches you, tries to hold your hand, but you just shrug him off. The man in front of you visibly deflates, and despite the way his face falls, you don’t soften. 

The first thing he asks you is, “Why didn’t you cry?”

“What?”

“You don’t look like you’ve been crying,” he points out. “Did you cry?”

Reluctantly, you admit, “No.”

Then he just stares at you. When his judgmental gaze holds yours, you feel guilty. Guilty that you’re not mourning the death of this relationship. Guilty that you’re just letting it go, but the truth is you don’t have any fight in you. You don’t see the point in trying to salvage what’s no longer alive.

“Do you even love me?” His voice is hard when he asks this, like he’s trying to keep his anger at bay.

“Of course I love you,” you say, but it lacks conviction. You both know it. The words sound so flaccid coming out of your mouth.

But you love him.

You do.

Did?

“Then why didn’t you cry?”

How do you tell him that you can’t? That you don’t know how?

How do you tell him that if you could, you would reach inside and claw out your feelings like digging for water in a desert. 

What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t a high school crush, or a casual summer fling.

You two were supposed to get married, for fuck’s sake. You were supposed to spend the rest of your life with him. If there’s anything that could make you break through those godforsaken defense mechanisms to let the hurt in, it should be this.

“Did you kiss someone else just to see if I would cry?” you ask. Your voice is even, and you can see that it makes Taehyung more frustrated than he already is.

He grits his teeth, exhaling. You notice his blue sweater, and you stop him before he can say anything else. Obviously, it looks a lot more worn than it did back then, but over the years you’ve always found it endearing. It’s the first memory that you have of him. It was always something you could cherish.

Now, you can’t even bear to look at it.

It’s then that you realize it doesn’t matter what answer he gives you. Yes? No? It genuinely doesn’t matter. There is nothing that can make you see him the same way ever again.

You run your thumb over the ring on your finger, twisting it for a moment to memorize the feel of it. It’s the last thing that ties you to him. “You can have this back,” you say, handing the piece of jewelry back to him.

When a relationship ends, especially for a reason like this, people tend to think it’ll go down in a kdrama-esque fashion - crying, slapping, throwing water in the other person’s face. But that’s not what this is. It’s not cathartic; sometimes the end of a relationship is just a fizzle, doesn’t even make it to a fullburn. It might be unsatisfying, but it happens every day. It’s not always a pivotal point; sometimes it’s just a point.

Taehyung stares at the object in his palm. “That’s it?” he asks in disbelief. “We’re breaking up?”

“What else is there to do?”

“You’re not even gonna ask me anything? Who she was, how it started, how long it’s been going on?”

The other morning, Sohee had asked you to elaborate after you told her what happened, but there was just not that much to tell. You were there. He brought someone else home. End of story.

It was enough for Sohee to call him every name in the book and curse his entire bloodline though.

You suppose that’s a reasonable reaction. Taehyung cheated. You never thought he was a person capable of doing that. Three years of your life, down the drain. There’s nothing left to save.

“Okay,” you shrug tiredly, like you’re just having a casual and dull conversation about the weather. “Who was she? How did it start? How long has it been going on?”

Your name comes out of his mouth, sounding like a scoff. “Ask it like you mean it.”

“But I don’t mean it,” you say. “What difference does it make? Knowing doesn’t change the fact that you still cheated on me. You know what I’ve been through and you still fucked it up. You did the worst thing you could ever do to me.”

“Fuck, I know that!” he groans, throwing his hands up. “I messed up badly, and I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry. I will never deny that what I did wasn’t wrong. But have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re to blame for this too? You never want to admit that it could be your fault too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me. I keep having to put up with your baggage.” Then he shuts right up, barely even makes it through the last syllable before he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a second, clearly realizing that out of all the things he could’ve said, that was grossly out of line. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean th-”

And now you’re getting angry for the wrong reasons.

“You cheated but somehow it’s my fault, right?” you snap. “Boohoo. Sorry that you’ve had to put up with me all these years. I’m such a burden, right? Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“I think you should leave.”

You think it’s the steel in your voice as you say this that makes him stop arguing. 

He holds your gaze for a moment longer. You’re someone who tears up when you see stray dogs, who cries alongside the fictional characters in your favorite show. And yet, as you watch your own fiance leave…

The door clicks shut as he exits your life, but everything he said stays behind, clings to your walls and festers like mold.

The second you step onto the floor, everyone grows quiet. Lively chatter turns into hushed whispers. People go back to making their morning coffee, side-eyeing each other in a way that’s not meant to be very subtle.

You quietly make your way to your desk, all the while feeling the nosy pairs of eyes on you as you walk. You don’t know how word got out, but you were sure that everyone would know eventually. You just didn’t expect it’d be this soon. Sohee would never do that to you, and you highly doubt that Taehyung would go around broadcasting his infidelity. 

As you set your stuff down, you make eye contact with the new intern who sits a few spots away from you. You haven’t had the chance to talk to her much, but she’s a nice girl. She gives you a small smile in greeting, and even though you know she doesn’t mean to pity you, you can still see it in her eyes.

A minute later, Sohee comes up to you. “Hey, babe,” she says, leaning on your desk with two plastic cups in her hands. One iced latte and one mango smoothie. She puts the yellow-colored beverage down and nudges it toward you, a little lackluster and unlike her usual playful self.

“Thanks,” you say, taking the smoothie with a smile, commenting, “Interesting morning so far. Never thought I’d ever be the subject of office gossip.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you know who was Taehyung’s… uhm… y’know?”

It’s okay. She can say it. You can handle it.

You already feel nothing, and there’s nothing you can even do to rectify it. Might as well lean into it, right?

Or maybe you should just go to therapy.

“No,” you tell her. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Well, uhm, now that the whole office knows, I think you should hear this from me first…” Sohee bites her bottom lip as she gauges your reaction. When you only sigh and give her the go-ahead, she continues, “It was Yura from Marketing.”

“What?”

“Yura from Marketing. You know the one. Brought muffins for the whole office on her first day? A little too bubbly for my taste. But yeah, she was at work the other day and suddenly burst into tears at, like, 10AM, and that’s how everybody found out.”

Of course. Even though people here are surrounded by celebrity gossip on the daily, nothing beats the good old-fashioned office affair. Why bother with celebrity gossip when you have front row seats to live drama unfolding ten feet away?

You take a sip of your smoothie, swallowing down the inkling of irritation that tickles the back of your throat. “Well,” you say, “I’m glad the downfall of my relationship is like a circus animal for them to gawk at. Can’t wait until they move onto the next big thing.”

“Honestly, it might blow over sooner than you think. The Love Doctor is back today.”

“What?” Your ears perk up at the mention of his name, glancing up at her in surprise as you put your drink down. “Doesn’t he work at the Paris office?”

“He used to work here. We joined around the same time. Then he transferred to Paris a few years ago. Nobody even knows why. One day he just upped and left.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he’d be here? I didn’t have time t-”

“Calm down, sweetcheeks, I only just found out,” Sohee chuckles, holding a finger against your mouth to shush you. “We all know you used to have a major lady boner for him.”

“I do not.” You don’t even know what he looks like, just his name when it appears in the byline of an article. “I admire him.”

Which is true, you do admire him. He’s your own version of a freaking rockstar. Though, you have to admit that Love Doctor is a huge cliche of a nickname, and significantly reduces the scope of his brilliance. The way that man writes makes it seem like he’s experienced lifetimes and is now here to pass on his wisdom. 

He doesn’t feel like a mere magazine writer like yourself. There’s something in his words that turns you inside out, makes you experience things that you’ve never even gone through. He flows like poetry, and leaves you stunned every time.

Okay, maybe you do have a lady boner, but for his brain.

Which… is probably something you should never say out loud.

Someone walks in then, a man you’ve never seen before. He looks around your age, if not a couple of years older. He bypasses all of the other desks without saying anything, not a single Hi or Good morning. He doesn’t look like the type to speak if not spoken to.

Then he walks over to where you and Sohee sit, and sets his bag on the empty desk next to yours.

You look at Sohee, and she just shrugs.

It can’t be him. Surely, it’s not…?

“Min Yoongi,” she says in greeting.

Oh, it is.

He spares her a nod before he looks away again. “Sohee.”

Is that the Parisian way? Is that how people normally greet someone they haven’t seen in years? Sohee and him were only colleagues, but still, the least you could do is pretend.

You’re not one to judge a book by its cover, but c’mon, seriously? Were you wrong for expecting the person who writes about love in its most raw and beautiful form to look… not like Grumpy Cat personified? It makes you even more fucking intimidated. And he’s going to be sitting next to you? The fuck?

As he sits down, you blink, still a bit dazed, not sure how to process this. Sohee gently pushes you forward, which makes you nearly stumble right into him. You turn to her with a glare, but she just motions to him, mouthing ‘Go on.’

You clear your throat, wiping your hand on your pants before you hold it out. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you say, trying to sound as professional as you can. “I’m really looking forward to working with you.”

He glances at you, and reaches out to meet your outstretched hand in a barely-there handshake. “Yoongi.”

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AMONG US X GN! TEEN READER

Summary: your iPad kid sibling broke his iPad making these weird creatures pop out and they seem to love your company.

“AGGHHH!”

CRASH!

Your little shit of a sibling Noah had thrown his iPad at you after you killed in this game called “among us”. You laughed at his red face as he hits you but it doesn’t do much affect until he hits you in your gut.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” You said yelling as Noah runs to his room sticking his tongue at you. As a door slammed again the wall you groaned against the floor holding your stomach with clenched teeth. You hoped you recovered, cause when you do. That little fucker is dead meat.

What you didn’t notice was the cracked iPad as you got up and shoulder rushed your sibling’s door.

It’s the next day as you lay in your bed watching tiktoks while eating some chips. You heard a small skitter which made you pause the edit audio coming from your phone to turn to see nothing. You narrowed your eyes thinking it’s your sibling.

“Noah, if you don’t want me to smack you. Come out now.”

You waited for a response but nothing happened. You scoffed playing the edit again until you heard a choking sound. Okay now you were kinda weirded out. You got off your bed to only step on something that made a “squeak” sound.

“WHAT THE F-”

A small among us character in yellow is squashed but pops back up brand and new. Yellow squeak at you and starts to hug your leg which made your eyes widen even more.

“GET OFF ME YOU WEIRD THING!” You start to shake your leg only for the damn thing to squeak louder and louder as other colors came out and start to squeak at you. You stopped shaking your leg watching these small things surround you as you pick yellow up who squeaks holding your hand.

“Where the bloody hell have you guys come from.” You heard a manly ass squeak looking at black who drags a iPad, the broken iPad your brother broke from yesterday. You raised a brow and pointed at it as yellow nuzzles against your face. “That’s where you guys came from?” You asked as black nods moving towards you with a waddle. He? They? She? Whatever fucking gender they are, it seemed to bow at you like if you were their god. But now you weren’t.

“Hey hey, dont bow at me dude.”

After you said that the rest of the little critters started to bow at you with small squeaks. Now you just stand there awkwardly as you scratched your neck not knowing what this is even about…..

“Listen lil guys…how about you just go back in and maybe we can call this a day” you say pointing to the iPad and picking it up.

It seems they knew what you were saying as yellow starts to cry with a squeak as he hides in your shirt making you jolt trying to get them out. “H-hey! Get out of there man!” Black and another color which is green jumps on you making you fall back in your bed.

Then everyone came in and squeaked at you! You were basically getting swarmed by these chibi shits!

“Please get off! I demand you guys get off!” As you yell this, they got off sitting in a formal line in front of you as you crossed your legs in bed

You sigh looking at them as yellow pops out of your shirt holding onto your shoulder with soft squeak as they nuzzle against you.

Guess they don’t want to go back into the iPad…

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Reader to their little brother:

(Let me know if you want part two or not)

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