#The Shower Scene Noah

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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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The Younger Kind Part 12 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley both know you need to have a conversation and define your relationship. Bradley is excited to get home to you and do just that... and then maybe take you to bed for the rest of the night. But when Meredith crashes the scene, and someone gets hurt, he has to change his plans.

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

Length: 4500 words

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

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After Bradley dropped Noah off early at daycare on Friday morning, he had an hour until he needed to be on base. He wanted to get to you as soon as he could, but he stopped to get your coffee on the way. 

It was funny, because the baristas really did know him by this point, and they knew what his regular order was. He was probably the only person in the history of the coffee shop who asked to write the names on the cups himself. So he scrawled Princess and peasant on the two cups and handed the marker back to the barista, making sure to leave a tip. 

He knew where you lived, because it was very close to Penny's house, and he wondered if you were going to let him inside your place. He parked behind your car and made his way up to the front door of the small cottage that needed a lot of work. It was smaller than his house, which had more than enough room for three people. Bradley juggled both coffee cups into one hand and knocked.

And when you answered the door in your scrubs, fresh from the shower, he knew he was gaping at you. But you were no better as your eyes went a little wide at the sight of him in his flight suit with the sleeves tied around his waist. 

"Morning, Princess," he crooned softly, and you were smiling up at him as he handed you your coffee. "Give me your keys, and I'll move Noah's carseat into your car."

"You want to come in first?" you asked, and Bradley slipped willingly inside your living space. Everything had a dreamlike quality; he hadn't quite been able to imagine what your place would be like. When he was your age, he had owned nothing and had no one. Strangely enough, you seemed similar to how he had been, but it didn't come with a sense of sadness. You seemed independent and smart, and as you slipped your hand into his and pulled him further inside, Bradley leaned down to kiss your cheek.

"I would give you a tour, but there's nothing really to see," you told him, shrugging as you looked between your small living room and your small kitchen. 

"You gonna show me your secret Skittles stash?" he asked, earning a laugh. 

"Absolutely not," you replied. "You seem like the type who would have no self control if you knew the location. You'd eat them all in one sitting."

"That's not true," he promised, running his thumb along the back of your hand. "I'd save you half and you know it." He loved that smug smile on your lips, couldn't get enough, really. Then he looked around a little more, inhaling your sweet scent. He eyed a hoodie with Greek letters hanging on one of the hooks next to the door. "Were you in a sorority?" he asked, running his fingers along the fabric. 

With a soft laugh, you shook your head. "Uh, no. That belongs to my ex, Greyson. I keep forgetting to take it over to his apartment and drop it off."

Bradley eyed your pretty face and glossy lips. He knew all about college guys and cute girls, and he didn't want you going anywhere near Greyson's place anymore. "I could drop it off for you, Princess."

You released his hand and let your palm come to rest against his abs while you casually sipped your coffee. "You jealous, Daddy?"

Bradley hauled you against his body with a soft yelp, setting his coffee down on the table followed by yours. "Why don't you show me your bedroom?"

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him softly. "Won't you be late for work?"

"I don't care," he growled, letting his hands slide down your body until he was grabbing your ass and rubbing against you through the thin fabric of your scrubs. You were making soft sounds as you kissed him, and Bradley knew nothing except the desire to take care of you in every way.

"Okay, Daddy." You were leading him up the stairs, holding his hand and looking back at him as you led him into a room with a double bed and a dresser. Everything was tidy and it smelled so fucking good, Bradley was getting harder my the second. 

You looked at him expectantly as he started to untie your pants. Fuck. He was thinking about calling out of work and spending the day in your bed, showing you everything he could and would love to do to you. 

He licked his lips. "If we make this quick, I don't want you to think it's because I didn't want to spend hours with my face and cock buried inside you."

"Oh," you whimpered before you bit your lip. Bradley slipped his hand inside your underwear. You were soaking wet already, and so sensitive that you shook before him. 

He kissed your lips as he let his fingers glide through your silky wetness. Your hands were exploring his shoulders through his undershirt, and Bradley couldn't remember wanting anyone like this before. 

"Turn around, baby," he whispered, and you did just as you were told, bending over and bracing your hands on your bed. When he knelt behind you and yanked your pants and underwear down to your feet, he moaned at the gorgeous view he was treated to. 

"You okay?" you asked, since he had stopped touching you except to stroke your thighs with his thumbs. Bradley responded by nudging your legs a little further apart and kissing your pussy until his lips and mustache were all wet. You smelled and tasted so good. He wanted to smell like you for the rest of the day. You were whimpering softly, stuttering on his name, and as Bradley stood and unzipped his flight suit a few more inches, he basked in the genuinely needy noises you made.

You met his eyes over his shoulder, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek as he lined himself up with your tight pussy. "I just want to make you feel so good, Princess," he promised, pushing himself deep inside you with a groan. "You're too perfect for anything else."

"Bradley," you whined as he planted his hands next to yours on the bed. He covered your body with his larger one, wanting to protect you and make you feel like you belonged with him even while he fucked you. Maybe especially when he was fucking you.

"Princess," he whispered, kissing along the back of your neck and burying his nose in your hair. The slapping of his thighs against yours was filling the room, and Bradley had to bite his lip against the sensation of how damn tight you felt. He could cum now, he was certain of that, but he wanted to make everything good for you. "I want you to cum for me."

You took Bradley's right hand in yours and kissed his fingertips before guiding his hand so he was touching your clit. He groaned next to your ear and you turned to kiss the corner of his lips. "Touch me?" 

Bradley sucked on your neck while he spread you open and circled your clit with his middle finger. You were panting, exposing more of your neck for him to nibble on as you bucked back into his thrusts. But that first squeeze had him seeing stars as you keened. And then you got louder and louder until you were whining Daddy at full volume, back arched as you came for him.

When he finished a moment later, he let his hand drift up your body over your perfect skin until he was stroking you gently through your bra. "I can't wait to see you later tonight, Princess."

"Mmm," you sighed as he withdrew from your body. Then you stood and pulled your clothing back into place, and Bradley knew he would be thinking about your cum soaked underwear until he saw you later and got to do it all over again. 

"I think you earned your very own bag of Skittles," you whispered, running your hands along his chest and up to his shoulders. 

Bradley took your chin between his thumb and fingers. "I'm curious to know what you're going to give me after I spread you out on my bed later and really take my time."

Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you until you whimpered. 

"Shit, I need to go, Princess. Let me put the car seat in your car."

You took his hand and led him back downstairs, grabbing a bag of Skittles from a kitchen drawer and handing it to him while he looked at Greyson's hoodie again. "Thanks, baby. You know... I meant it. I can drop that off for you if you want me to." Simply the idea of letting your twenty three year old ex boyfriend know that you were currently getting fucked by him had Bradley grinning.

You pressed your lips together and tucked the Skittles into the pocket of Bradley's flight suit before saying, "That sounds like something a boyfriend would do."

He sucked in a breath, because you were fucking right. Flipping your ex the proverbial bird was boyfriend behavior, and he wanted to do it anyway. As it was, he already wanted you with him and Noah all the time. He knew he needed to talk to you about defining what was going on, because the app was off his phone now, and he'd been wanting you for weeks.

The expectant look in your eyes had him kissing your lips, and you had the audacity to lick his still damp mustache and moan. Would he get in trouble with Maverick if he stayed longer and had you again? But then his phone rang, and he discreetly silenced it as soon as he saw that it was Meredith.

"You and I are going to have a conversation later. Okay, Princess? Now where is your car key?"

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Before you left for class, you bundled up Greyson's hoodie and shoved it into a shopping bag. You'd drop it by his place one day next week, so there was no sense in leaving it hanging around with your other things. 

Just seeing Noah's carseat in your backseat had you smiling. And that smile lasted all day while you were in class and filling out information for your clinical research work. You loved being the one who Bradley knew he could trust with his son. You loved spending time with Noah and making snacks for him. You had the All About the Letter N! coloring book tucked in your bag along with your textbooks, and after you took Noah to the park, you and he could color. And then Bradley would come home. And you and he could talk. And then hopefully you would be willingly spreading yourself out on his bed for the rest of the night.

With a soft moan, you pulled up the address of Noah's daycare in your phone's GPS and headed toward your car. It was only twenty minutes away. He would probably be hungry when you got there, which was fine, because you had some ants on logs in a cooler in your trunk just for him.

But the look on Noah's face when you were the one who arrived to pick him up made you smile so much, it hurt your face. "Did you have fun today?" you asked him as he climbed up into your arms and hugged you.

"Yeah! Did you bring a coloring book?"

"I sure did, Noah. And I brought you a snack. Do you want to go to the park and have your snack on a picnic table?"

As he nodded against your shoulder, you decided to just head right for the park in Bradley's neighborhood. You could change out of your scrubs later when you took Noah home for dinner. You brought something cute to change into, but Bradley wouldn't be home until closer to Noah's bedtime anyway. So you parked near the picnic tables, not too far from the playground equipment, and took the cooler out of your trunk before scooping Noah out of his carseat.

"Ready?" you asked, taking his tiny hand in yours as you slipped your sunglasses into place. "Let's have a snack first, and then we can go on the swings."

The playground was not crowded, but the kids that were there were running around, laughing and screaming with parents and grandparents. The picnic tables were empty, and you helped Noah climb up onto one of the benches and kissed his head.

"Have some ants," you told him, lining several carrots up on a napkin for him. You crunched into one as you settled onto the bench beside him. He ate the rest of them, leaving a mess of peanut butter on his face and hands, but you had wipes inside the cooler. 

"Were they good?" you asked, laughing as he looked inside the cooler for more as you wiped his cheek clean. "You want more?"

"Yes," he replied, turning toward you with wide eyes, looking so much like his dad that you had to laugh. You could probably cook nonstop for the two of them, and they would just keep eating. 

You kissed his forehead and scooped him up from the bench. You tucked your trash inside the cooler along with the ice pack and led him to the swings. "I'll make you more after dinner if you're still hungry."

"Promise?"

"Of course, I promise!" you replied. The breeze was picking up a bit, but it was still a beautiful day. And as you pushed him higher and higher at his request, you smiled at the dad next to you as he chased a toddler around. You briefly thought about what you might be able to cook at Bradley's house, then you sighed realizing you should have grabbed his credit card for groceries just in case. 

You inadvertently made eye contact with a woman who was standing alone near the far end of the swings before looking away. She looked familiar, although you were also sure you'd never seen her before. After a few seconds, you could tell out of the corner of your eye that she hadn't moved, so you glanced her way again. She was looking intently at Noah, and you could feel goosebumps tingle along the back of your neck. 

The woman took out her phone, and you tried to slow the swing down and block her view of Noah, but then you felt apprehensive about turning your back toward her. The swings were too far away from your car. The picnic tables were blocking your path. 

"Let's go down the slide," you told Noah quickly, scooping him out of the swing as he complained and asked you to push him more. 

When you turned back to check, the woman had started to walk along the swings, closer to the slide as you helped Noah climb up. Suddenly you felt unsafe. The park was nearly empty. That guy with the toddler was gone now. Your heart rate picked up.   

You pushed Noah down the slide and then ran to help catch him at the bottom. And now the woman was creeping even closer with her phone out.  

"Again!" he chanted. With a deep breath, you walked him back to the ladder, helped him climb, and then made a quick decision. You had your phone and keys in your pocket, and you could leave the cooler behind. When you scooped him up at the bottom of the slide, you wrapped your arms around him and made a quick dash toward your car. 

It was a good distance away, and as soon as you started moving, you saw her moving too. She was rushing toward you now, but you had a clear shot at the parking lot. Your heart was thudding in your chest, and the feeling of panic that washed over you had you squeezing Noah closer. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking concerned as you ran as fast as you could with him in your arms. 

"It's okay," you gasped, glancing back to see that she was still right there. And now she was calling out to you. Ignoring what she was saying, you unlocked your car as you approached, nearly tripping on the curb as you flung your back door open. Your sunglasses slipped off, and you stepped on them, crunching them under your sneaker.

"Wait!" the woman called out. "It's okay!"

You shoved Noah a little roughly into his carseat, tightening the straps with one hand as you glanced over your shoulder and slammed the back door shut.

"Shit!" she called out, also nearly tripping over the curb. "I won't hurt him!" 

You needed to get in the car, but as you reached for your door, you tripped and landed on the pavement, and the searing pain that shot through your arm had you gasping. But you didn't have time to check yourself as this insane woman closed in on you.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" you screamed, realizing your pepper spray was sitting in your cup holder. You opened your door and climbed in, locking the doors and cranking the engine to life just as she approached Noah's window and cupped her hands to look inside your car. "You psycho!" you cried out, slamming your car into drive and peeling out of the parking lot.

You drove in the opposite direction of Bradley's house in case she tried to follow, but you didn't see anyone else pull out of the parking lot. When you glanced in your mirror at Noah, he looked like he was going to cry. 

"It's okay!" you tried to reassure him, but your own voice was shaking. "Let's sing." After you cleared your throat a few times, you led him in the dinosaur song that you and he made up last month, and that seemed to cheer him up and calm him down. 

You drove miles out of your way before you started to head back to Bradley's house. When you finally pulled into his driveway, you noticed that your right arm was scraped up and dripping blood, but at least Noah was safe. And as you carried him inside, firmly locking the door and leaning against it, you realized who that must have been.

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Bradley was exhausted. He and Nat had been working with the simulation for hours. It was late, and he was starving, and he decided to skip the locker room and head right home. He wanted to see you and Noah, wanted to talk to you. If he didn't at least try to figure out what was happening with you, he was going to lose his mind. 

He wanted you. Noah already loved you. Of course, you'd be crazy to actually want to date Bradley, but he figured he should at least try. Test those waters with you. He couldn't ever remember being nervous that a woman might just want him around to hook up with. Although he supposed he could just keep doing that with you, if that's all you really wanted.

Bradley's stomach was growling as he tied his sleeves around his waist again. The sun had already set, and as he climbed into the Bronco, he scrolled through missed calls from Meredith and texted you. 

Be home soon.

You didn't respond, but his house wasn't too far from base, and you were probably playing with Noah. Maybe you'd be wearing your crown when he got back. Maybe you had made dinner. Maybe you'd kiss him when he got there. He found himself driving a little faster, smiling when your car in his driveway came into view.

But as soon as he unlocked the door and strolled into the kitchen, he knew something was wrong. Your back was tense, and you were coloring with your left hand. Noah was in his pajamas, and when he looked at Bradley his eyes lit up. But Bradley's gaze fell to your arm, and he rushed over to you. 

"What happened?" he asked, gently taking you by the wrist and examining you. "Tell me."

You looked at him, lips parted, but you remained silent for a beat. "I fell."

"You fell?" he asked, wondering why your voice sounded so strange.You looked tired and worried, but Noah was okay. And your arm looked like it would heal eventually. "Baby, tell me what happened." He was kneeling on the floor next to your seat, and you nodded slightly as he kissed your cheek.

"After Noah gets in bed," you whispered. "I'll tell you."

"Sure," Bradley replied, still worried as he scooped his son up and took him to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he got him tucked in bed, Bradley kissed his forehead. "Go right to sleep, bub. I love you."

Noah looked at him with wide eyes as he turned on the nightlight. Bradley rubbed his shoulder as his eyes finally started to drift closed, and then he was dashing back out to the kitchen. You were washing dishes with one good arm, and Bradley reached around you to take the plate out of your hand and turn the faucet off. 

"Hey, don't worry about that, Princess," he whispered, turning you gently to face him. "What happened?"

You finally met his eyes. He pressed his lips to yours, but you didn't return the kiss. Bradley pulled away and examined your arm again. He needed to get you cleaned up, get the dirt out of the wound. "Will you talk to me?" he asked.

You cleared your throat and asked, "What does Meredith look like?"

Bradley cocked his head a bit but described his ex to you. The look in your eyes was making him nervous as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "I have a picture of her," he told you, scrolling through a photo album. "She's in the first picture I ever took of Noah. So I saved it." When Bradley held his phone out for you, he saw you swallow hard before meeting his eyes again.

"I took Noah to the park," you whispered. "After I picked him up from daycare. And there was a woman there. She kept looking at Noah. Looked like she was trying to take his picture."

"Shit," Bradley gasped, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded. "She made me nervous. Really upset me. So I grabbed Noah and ran for my car. After I got Noah in, I tripped and fell when I was trying to get the driver's door open. I guess I fucked up my arm pretty good. But I sped out of the parking lot away from her. Away from Meredith."

You had protected Noah. From his own mother. What the hell was Meredith doing?

Bradley pushed your hair back away from your face and examined your eyes. You looked upset but not like you were in shock. He let his fingers drift down to your neck and found your pulse was slightly elevated but not erratic. "I'm okay," you told him softly. "Promise."

He kissed your forehead, inhaling your scent. "Let me get your arm cleaned up, Princess." 

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You sat on the edge of Bradley's bathtub as he knelt on the floor and very gently and patiently cleaned your arm. You watched silently as he used tweezers to remove bits of asphalt from your skin before guiding you back so he could rinse your arm.

"You would make a good nurse," you muttered, and he glanced up at you. 

"Well, that means a lot coming from you," he replied, kissing your fingers before he guided your arm back under the water. "I'm sure you would have done a better job if it wasn't your dominant arm."

You just shrugged as he carefully dried you off and wrapped your arm up in gauze. Neither of you were smiling. He stood and gently helped you to your feet as well, and you buried your face into his warm neck and chest, trying to hold back tears. Because you knew without a doubt that the conversation you and Bradley were supposed to have tonight wouldn't be happening now. 

"Princess," he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed as his mustache brushed your cheek. "I need to call Meredith."

You nodded, inhaling the smell of sweat and jet fuel from his skin. You liked to think he had skipped the showers so he could rush home to see you. You liked to think he missed you as much as he missed Noah when you weren't around. You wanted to hold onto that.

"I understand," you promised, letting your fingers settle on his abs for a beat before you turned to leave the bathroom. You felt like crying as you sat on the couch and tried to clumsily put your shoes on. But Bradley helped you, looking up at you with a serious expression.

"Thank you."

"For what?" you asked. All you had managed to do was get hurt and turn into an emotional mess over knowing Meredith had been the one to scare you at the park. You felt like an idiot.

"Thank you for protecting Noah, Princess," he replied, rubbing soft circles in your calves through your scrubs. "You don't know what that means to me." 

It was hard to believe that earlier this morning, you and he had been fucking in your bedroom. You leaned forward to kiss him, and he reached up to pull you gently to the floor onto his lap. Very carefully, Bradley helped you wrap your arms around his neck, and he kissed you for a while. 

When he pressed his forehead to yours and stood with you in his arms, you cautiously asked him, "Will you call me?"

"Of course." 

Bradley walked you out to your car and retrieved Noah's carseat. Then he kissed you goodbye as he made you promise to text him when you got home. 

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Bradley sat on his couch, running his fingers through his hair. Meredith was apparently hanging around his neighborhood. You got hurt. Noah could have been hurt. Bradley needed to figure this out.

As soon as your text came through, he sighed.

Babysitter: I'm safe at home. I miss you already. You and Noah.

Instead of responding to you like he wanted to, Bradley squared his shoulders and looked at his missed calls. When he tapped on Meredith's name, she answered almost immediately, and Bradley's anger flared inside him.

"Well," she said with a laugh, "I figured I had your attention now. Thank you so much for calling me back, Bradley."

"Meredith," he muttered through clenched teeth. "What do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you. In person. I'll come by in the morning."

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PART 13

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I Hate You | Two

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

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

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18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

Fuck this.

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

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

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

Fucking asshole.

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

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

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

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

Act cool. Act casual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”You’re mine,”

What did he say?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[thefallennightmare]

Mercy-Three

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, smut, mythological talk, violence.

Summary: "Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her.

Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.

Authors Notes: Hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

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LETHIA

I sat in the darkness of the old building with a scatter of books in front of me and a face of pure rage. These texts were all wrong, they had to be. There was absolutely no way that Lucifer was the evil that this bible talked about. He never tempted anyone into any sin. He was valued in the Kingdom and so many other angels turned to him in times of despair; me included. 

Kicking the bible away with my boot, I turned to the next book and perched it on my lap. 

The Book of Enoch.

Watchers. Nephilim. The fall of angels. 

All of those words replayed in my brain as I read through the book for what seemed like the third time, searching for an answer I subconsciously knew wasn’t there. 

"The Grigori, who with their prince Satanail rejected the Lord of light,” I read the words out loud, my wavering voice echoing into the large space. 

Slamming the book shut, I tossed it back into the pile with the others and quickly rose to my feet, done with my studying for the day. Ever since I thought I saw Lucifer, I spent the last handful of days searching all over the world for the books at my feet but could only search in the darkness of the night so as not to risk mortals seeing me. 

I tried dream walking to find where Lucifer had ended up but only found myself walking into a dream of someone who wasn’t familiar. The only scene in front of me was a vast field of green overtaken by bloodshed and soot from what some may thought came from the burning woods behind me. 

Although, I knew it wasn’t soot that covered the ground at my feet. It was something not many mortals saw quite often. 

Angel dust. 

It was only ever left behind after an intense battle, their energy staying behind in a variety of ways; most of the time in angel dust. 

However, the destruction from the battle and angel dust weren’t what made my stomach twist in knots. It was the crumbled body that lay at my feet, blood pouring from a gash in his neck but I couldn’t see his face due to his long locks of hair covering it. The crow that seemed to follow me everywhere pecking away at the open wound on the man's chest. 

I ran a hand through my hair, the black locks not as shocking as the first night after my fall, and slipped on my jacket. It was worn from me spending the last few nights flying from other ends of the earth and two large slits in the back from where my wings extended from my back. The old building I’d been hiding away in since my fall almost two weeks ago was slowly becoming my home. I didn’t have a bed since angels didn’t need to sleep. We could, if we wanted to, however, I never felt the need to. 

There was no food since, like sleep, angels didn’t need to eat. Although I did indulge in some sweets now and then from the bakery across the street, I didn’t feel the need to sit and have a meal. 

The one thing, however, I did need was a shower but unfortunately, this abandoned building did not have running water. Which meant late in the evenings, I found myself bathing in the ocean; the salt water helped maintain the life and color of my wings. 

Dreaded black wings. 

With a long sigh, I stepped out into the night California air to head back to the bookstore that was around the block. Among the intellectual texts I’ve picked up, I’ve also begun reading up on psychology and philosophy just as a way to pass the time. 

“Hello, Lethia! I was hoping you’d stop by tonight,” Greg, the older gentleman behind the bookstore counter, smiled at me. 

I raised a playful brow. “I told you I would. You promised you’d have something for me.” 

Greg slid over a worn book to me. “It took me some time to find it but here it is.” 

The corner of my lip curled carefully and flipped through The Death of Socrates, my nostrils flaring at the old book smell. 

“How much do I owe you?” I asked Greg. 

He waved me off. “Same as always. Just make sure to return them in the same condition. No one ever asks for Plato’s work anymore; it's such a shame. So any chance I can scour for one of them, makes me happy.” 

I tapped the counter with a smile. “Thank you, Greg. I’ll make sure to bring you a cannoli when I return the book.” 

“I think this deserves a large pan of Baklava,” he said while placing another book on the counter. 

The Secrets of Lucifer.

My red eyes darkened as I carefully picked up the book, it weighing heavy in my hand. 

“Greg, I will bring you whatever your heart desires for this,” I shifted my eyes to his. “Thank you.” 

With both books tucked away in a bag from the shop, I maneuvered my way through crowds of people, scowling at the King above for dropping me into one of the busiest cities. A bright neon sign on a building caught my gaze as I approached the street where my makeshift home was. 

Live Music. 

Music? Maybe I can find a hint about where Lucifer is.

Before I stepped inside the building, a chilling and painful breeze brushed across the back of my neck causing me to spin on my heels. A loud ringing scratched at my ears but I remained stoned as my eyes hastily looked around the busy street and sidewalk. Something was different in the air; it smelled different. 

Titling my head to the side, I gazed down at my feet when something caught my attention. 

“What are you doing here?” I muttered. 

Dark eyes from the crow stared into my soul as it was perched between my feet. 

“I’m not dreaming so why are you here?” I bent to my knees. 

I knew it was the same one from my dream walking because of the single white path of feathers that ran down its spine. The crow continued to stare at me, not making a sound, so I tapped its head with a gentle finger. 

“If you’re here outside a dream,” I looked at my surroundings once again. “It can only mean one thing and that my friend, is what I was afraid of.” 

Rising to my feet, I ushered the bird away with a simple flick. “Go see what you can find for me.” 

With a simple caw, the crow fluttered its wings and flew to an unknown destination as I turned on my heels walking into the building. It was loud from the constant pounding from the speakers and the boisterous voices from the packed crowd. Everyone in Los Angeles was here tonight as I pushed my way through to find a single spot open at the bar. 

“What can I get you?” A petite blonde behind the bar asked me with a smile, but when she took one gaze into my red eyes, she took a large step back. 

It was like this every time someone took their first look at me. Red eyes must not have been common here on earth. 

“I’m alright, thank you.” I gave a curt nod while sitting on the stool and began reading The Death of Socrates. 

It didn’t last long, however, when a man pushed his way past the bodies on both sides of me so he could lean against the bar, eyeing me down. 

“Who the fuck reads at a bar?” 

Ignoring him, I simply turned the page, continuing to read. 

This prompted him to lay his large hand on the pages of the book, crumpling them. 

My head snapped up towards him when his green eyes ravaged my face, licking his lips slowly. “I’m not into broads with short hair or eyes like yours but I’m sure if I fuck you from behind, it won’t be an issue.” 

“I’d suggest if you want to keep that hand that you take it off of my book,” I said with an eerily calm voice.

“Or what?” He snorted. “You think you can do anything to me?” 

Just before I was about to rise to my feet, a loud voice came through the speaker which prompted the man to push away from my book and disappear into the crowd. 

“We have a treat for you guys tonight!” The voice in the microphone made my ears burn as I screwed my eyes shut. “These guys are on break from tour but we managed to talk them into playing a show for you all. Give it up for Bad Omens!” 

Bad Omens. 

My eyes snapped open just in time for me to look up at the stage before me when that familiar face beamed out into the crowd. His almond eyes shone brightly as he began singing the first song, other familiar faces registering in my mind as they played their instruments. 

The man playing what I was sure was the drums: Nick, the one I had pinned to the ground the first time I fell to Earth. 

The man with long hair playing a guitar. I didn’t know his name but I remembered his voice didn’t sound like the others. 

The man playing an instrument I just learned about, the bass. He was also there that night but I didn’t talk to him. 

Then the last man stood front and center as he sang into a microphone, his hair falling around his shoulders in dark waves. Those almond eyes scanned over every face in the crowd until they rested on mine; a breath getting caught in my throat. 

Noah. 

I was only a few feet away from the stage so when our eyes locked, Noah’s face broke out in a smile as he took a couple steps towards me. 

“And when he has you by your neck,” he screamed into the microphone. 

I expected him to sound like something else; nothing like this. So eternal. So elegant. So breathtaking. 

I stood there frozen as Noah danced across the stage, the crowd jumping along with him. People even enjoyed jumping on top of each other as others moved them along, carrying them throughout. 

As Bad Omens played their set, I couldn’t move; transfixed on the sight of them before me. I couldn’t explain this weird feeling that surged through me as Noah’s eyes kept darting over to me, almost making sure I was still there. Then when he waved toward me during their last song, my heart studered in my chest. 

What was this feeling? It was unknown and it scared me to absolute death to follow it. 

But then something familiar tickled behind my neck, chills covering every inch of my skin and I hastily looked around me to see the crow perched outside the open door of the building. The noise of Bad Omens and the crowd faded to nothing as all I could hear was the constant cawing of the bird, almost beckoning me to follow. 

“Lethia, come back to me.” 

Whirling behind me, I expected to see Lucifer but ended up scaring the people who stood there when they took in the wild look in my eyes. 

“Lethia, you belong to me.” 

Lucifer’s voice was loud in my mind now as I whirled around again, this time facing the stage. My eyes caught with Noah’s and he gave me a slight frown before he took the steps down the stage to come towards me. 

“You were sworn to me and me alone. No other being on this earth can have you.”

“Stop it,” I muttered, closing my eyes. 

“Why haven’t you looked for me? Why haven’t you come to me?” 

I clawed at my ears, now yelling. “STOP! LUCIFER STOP!” 

“Lethia.” 

Noah's soft voice cooed as he reached for my hands, the touch unknown and unfamiliar; as if the wind was grasping at me. 

“You’re a disgrace for a soldier of Lucifer’s. How dare you spend time with a mortal?”

My eyes snapped open at this new voice, only to be clouded with a new vision of a face I hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

White eyes. Even whiter hair. A large golden hoop hanging from the middle of their nose. 

Her name fell from my lips as darkness suddenly took over, my body falling to a heap into Noah’s arms. 

LETHIA

I stood alone in an empty field, the same one I dreamed walked in earlier. Angel dust covered the ground and fluttered in the air. Smoke weighed heavily in my nostrils, leaving a bitter aftertaste on my tongue. The crow pecked away at the gaping wound in the stomach of the man who lay at my feet. 

His long brown locks were covering his face so bending slowly at the knees, careful not to disturb the crow, and black nails brushed away the hair from the man's face, void almond eyes staring into my soul. 

I choked on his name as I stumbled back, falling to my ass. 

“No-.” 

Suddenly, a fast and hard stampede echoed in my ears and my chest as I scrambled to my knees. Large, black wings exploded from my back with a gust of wind just in time for a massive bull to run towards me. With my left hand outstretched and a mere thought of a dagger, it appeared out of thin air. I threw the dagger at the bull when it was less than five feet away from me, only for it to bounce off its large back. 

“Shit,” I cursed, protecting myself with my wings. 

The bull’s nostrils flared, a puff of breath blowing through the angel dust, then as I prepared myself for impact, the bull stopped meters in front of my face. Its warm breath now fanning over my face as I gritted my teeth. 

Bright white eyes stared back at me as the large golden hoop protruding from its nose rumbled with each deep breath. 

“Lethia, my how you’ve changed,” the bull's voice spoke in my mind. 

“Maraxa,” I spat with ice-cold venom. 

The bull chuffed, dragging its feet against the grass. Its black horns were almost too large for its head but somehow seemed as if it weighed nothing. Its lips curled back in a deep snarl, sharp black teeth covered with blood held my gaze. 

“You’ve been hiding your scent well, Lethia.” 

“I didn’t know you were looking for me,” I said. 

The bull chuffed. “My dear, everyone is looking for you. Unlucky for you, however, Lucifer and I have found you first.” 

I raised a brow. “Oh, since when did it become Lucifer and I? You were nothing to him before we fell.”

“Lucifer is my king, I do as he says. I serve him. He sent me to find you, now he never said you had to be alive.” 

My eyes never left the bulls. “You can’t kill me in a dream, Maraxa.” 

“No, I cannot,” the bull snarled its teeth again. “But I can in that little hole in the wall you’ve called home since you fell. If not there, then that bookstore you love to frequent.” 

Ice filled my veins as my wings stood ever still, unmoving in the wind. I thought I’d been smart with hiding my scent from heavens beasts but if Maraxa managed to find me, that only meant others were soon to follow. The only way I could fix this situation was to find somewhere else to hide for a bit before my scent was picked up again. 

But I’d been so lucky to find that abandoned building. I couldn’t risk it again. 

“I didn’t expect to be on the Kingdom’s most wanted list.” 

A loud laughter echoed inside my mind. “The King doesn’t want you. He cast you for a reason, Lethia. It is Lucifer that sent me.” 

Lucifer’s face flashed in my vision for a brief second. Instead of feeling the usual love and adoration I’d felt before, now all I felt was dread. Darkness. Sadness. Fear. 

I swallowed thickly. “You can tell Lucifer if he wants me, he can come find me himself. Not to send one of his lackeys.” 

“Should he look for you in that crumbling building or with that young mortal man with the almond eyes,” the bull didn't flinch. 

My eyes snapped to the body to my left, the crow long gone, and all that stared back were those cold, vacant eyes. 

“It’s time to come home,” its voice spoke in my mind again just before it sunk its teeth deep into my throat. 

I awoke with a loud gasp, breathing uneven and labored as I clawed at the skin of my throat, checking to make sure there were no open wounds. But instead were now scratch marks as my nails dug deep. 

“Shit, Lethia,” large hands grasped mine to stop my attack on my throat.  

My eyes snapped up at the voice, almond eyes gazing down at me full of worry, only this time they were full of light and life. 

“Hey, it’s alright,” Noah’s soft voice cooed; exactly like earlier. 

Feeling the comfort radiate off of him made my heart rate immediately calm and I couldn’t stop myself as my fingers slowly grazed over his cheek; the feeling numb. 

Noah’s beauty was mesmerizing, the way his hair fell into his face in perfect waves, the way his lips curled up into a faint smile, and the freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. Then lastly, those eyes and the way they drank me in. 

“Are you sure you’re not like me?” I whispered, fingertips tracing over his bottom lip. 

NOAH

“How is she?” I asked, all but barreling through the door of the green groom. 

Jolly, who was kneeling in front of the body on the couch, nodded. “She’s alright, hasn’t woken up yet.” 

Sighing, I set the bag of books down on the table and took Jolly’s spot, him giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“Any idea what she was screaming before she passed out?” Nicholas wondered. 

“Lucifer,” I muttered, never taking my eyes off the sleeping form of Lethia. 

Her lips were parted slightly, a soft snore emanating from them, ebony colored hair fell into her eyes so I gently brushed it away; her face never reacting to my touch. 

Almost as if she couldn’t feel it. 

“I’m sorry,” Michael shook his head. “Did you say Lucifer? As in The Devil?” 

I pinched the bridge of my nose with a sigh. “It’s probably unrelated.” 

The sound of a bag rustling sounded in the small green room, Michael holding up the two books that belonged to Lethia. 

The Death of Socrates and The Secrets of Lucifer.

“Unrelated my ass,” Michael grumbled while tossing the books onto the table.

“What is your issue with her?” I asked while turning towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch. 

He shrugged. “She showed up broken in our driveway and didn’t even say thank you to you for taking her in and helping. Then you keep running into her. LA isn’t a small town, Noah. She’s stalking you.” 

“You don’t know that,” I narrowed my eyes toward him. 

Folio could immediately pick up on the tension so his calm voice spoke up. “Michael is just worried about you, Noah. That’s all. You guys just moved a few months ago because of previous stalkers.” 

I peered down at Lethia as she still slept. “Lethia’s not like the others. Every time we run into each other, she tries to get away from me.” 

“Maybe you should let her,” Michael grumbled under his breath. 

Choosing to ignore him, I looked up at the door to the room when it opened, Bryan walking in now. 

“Any luck?” I questioned. 

He hesitated before shaking his head. “The guy at the bookstore only knows her name and the kind of books she’s interested in; nothing else. She always picks up the books, never lets the store send them to her.” 

Fuck.

“Lethia mentioned that she was kicked out of her previous home,” I said. 

“Where does she stay then?” Jolly asked while crossing his arms. 

I shrugged. “No idea. She didn’t tell me.” 

When I noticed the name of the bookstore on the bag, I asked Byran if he could go find out any information. It had been bugging me for weeks since I first met Lethia to find out more about her; where she came from, where she lived, and what her obsession with finding Lucifer was.

I nodded at Bryan before resting my eyes on Lethia’s face once more, watching her sleep for a few long moments.

When I saw her out in the crowd tonight, I couldn’t ignore the way my heart skipped a beat or the way my hands shook with nerves. It always was like this when we found each other again, a feeling I couldn’t push deep down and lock away. Lethia was interesting and had her quirks, some of which I was desperate to find out. 

I couldn't let her leave here alone tonight. There was this pull deep within my chest that vibrated every time Lethia and I were nearby; just like right now. She needed my help whether or not she would admit it. 

“I think she needs a place to stay and try to get back on her feet,” I said while looking back over to Michael and Jolly. 

The latter nodded, immediately understanding what I meant. Michael, however, rolled his eyes. 

“We don’t have a guest room. It’s already a full house with the three of us and Jesse.” 

I shrugged. “I’ll sleep on the couch. She can stay in my room.”

“Noah, you know I’ll agree with you no matter what, but we’ve had issues with stalkers finding out where you live and leaving shit on your car. We can’t have this happen again,” Jolly said. 

“I know,” I nodded. “But Lethia’s different. She needs help and I want to. Just until she gets back on her feet.”

“Savior complex back?” Nicholas asked. 

“No! It’s just me being a decent human being,” I defended. 

Bryan snorted. “Yeah, her being attractive doesn’t have anything to do with this?” 

My cheeks burned as I shifted on the couch. “No.” 

“Right.”

A loud gasp had me snapping my head towards Lethia as she awoke, immediately clawing at her neck. Her black nails left red marks, deep and angry, and I grasped at her hands. 

“Shit, Lethia,” I cursed while grasping her hands. 

Her red eyes filled with fear and despair softened as soon as they met mine but her breathing was still erratic. 

“Hey, it’s alright,” I cooed. 

Lethia’s shaking fingers grazed over my jaw, nails tracing the pout of my bottom lip. 

“Are you sure you’re not like me?” 

Her voice was hushed so much that I had to lean into her touch, hoping I heard her correctly. I scanned over every soft feature of her face but sucked in breath suddenly. 

“Lethia, your nose. It’s bleeding,” I informed. 

Her hands went to her face, wiping away the dark blood; only hers wasn’t the typical crimson color. It was black. 

“Fuck,” she muttered as she stared at her hand. 

Folio handed her a tissue, one she took with a small smile. “Thank you, uh-.” 

“Nick but you can call me Folio,” he smiled. 

“Right,” Lethia nodded before sitting up, drawing her knees to her chest. “You were the one I attacked that night.” 

“Thank you for not doing it again,” he chuckled while packing up his things. 

She looked around the room skeptically until her gaze landed on Michael, a low scowl pulling on her lips. 

“Oh, it's you.” 

He crossed his arms. “Are you stalking Noah?” 

“Michael,” I warned with a stern voice. 

“Me stalking him?!” Lethia gasped while standing to her feet. “Everywhere I turn, he’s there.” 

“Maybe it’s some soul mate shit,” Bryan joked. 

I rolled my eyes as I stood to my feet next. “I don’t believe in soulmates.” 

Lethia cocked her head to the side as she peered down at the table. “My books.” 

“Yeah, I brought them back here with you after you passed out. I wanted to make sure you didn’t lose them,” I said. 

“Thank you,” she looked up at me through her lashes. 

“Can you guys give us a minute?” I asked the guys. 

Nodding, they all gathered their things before Lethia and I were alone. She refused to meet my gaze now, kept it trained hard on the books she had clutched to her chest. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked after a long beat of silence. 

“Fine.” 

I shifted on my feet, trying to gain the courage to bring up the idea of having her stay with me. 

“Is there a hotel where I can drop you off?” 

Lethia slowly raised her gaze to mine. “Hotel?” 

The confusion in her voice made me narrow my eyes slightly. 

“Unless you’ve found a house to stay in. I guess, is there anywhere you want me to take you? I can drop you off wherever or you could maybe stay here,” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. 

The corner of her lip curled up in a quick smile.

“Nervous?” She jeered. 

I scoffed, trying to play it off, but she saw right through me. 

“What I’m trying to say is; is there anything I can do to help you, Lethia? I feel compelled ever since I found you in my driveway,” I admitted while taking a tentative step toward her. 

The hesitation was evident in the way her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. 

“Will you let me help you?” 

My voice was quiet as my fingers reached for hers and when our skin touched, it felt as if sparks shot off inside of me, igniting all five of my senses. My stomach flipped and my heart jumped into my throat when I linked our fingers together, squeezing her hand. 

Lethia never reacted to my touch. 

“Wh-why would you want to help me?” She stammered. 

“I help people I care about,” I answered as if it wasn’t a big deal. 

Her brows furrowed. “But you don’t know me, Noah.” 

I swallowed thickly hearing my name fall from her lips, it causing straight heat to shoot straight to my dick. 

“Come with me, stay at my place for a few days until you get back on your feet; figure out where you want to go,” I suggested with another squeeze of her hand. 

Again, no reaction. 

But I could see the internal battle within Lethia as her eyes darted between mine. Finally, her shoulders slumped as if the decision was made with so much thought it made her weak. 

“Ok,” Lethia agreed with a curt nod. 

I did my best not to show my excitement even though my heart was soaring. 

“But I have to take care of some things first,” she said before I could. “Then I’ll be ready.” 

“That’s fine. Did you want me to pick you up or something?” 

“No, that’s alright. I have my own means to get to your house,” Lethia waved me off. 

She went to walk away, ready to leave the room, until I called after her. “Can I have your phone?” 

“My what?” Lethia slowly turned on her heels. 

Fuck, she looked so cute with the way her nose scrunched up when she was confused; which seemed to happen a lot. 

“Your phone,” I couldn’t hold back my smile. 

Her eyes widened. “Oh right, that cellular device you humans use to talk to one another. I don't have one.” 

“You don’t have a phone?” I asked. 

“Why would I? I don’t have anyone to talk to besides you but it seems like we’re always destined to run into each other,” Lethia pointed a finger at me. 

Destiny. 

I didn’t know why but that word always made my body shiver with something I couldn’t put my finger on. I never believed in soulmates and that my soul was meant for one person only. Well, that was until Lethia seemed to fall from grace into my life a few weeks ago and all I could think about was her. My soul yearned for her in ways that physically made me weak. 

When I wasn’t in her presence, I spent my time holed up in the studio writing or bedroom trying to dream of her because that seemed to be the only time I could find with her. Those dreams felt so real each time even the fucking bird that seemed to watch us every time. 

Except for the last few days, when I did dream, it wasn’t of Lethia. It was of destruction and death, leaving me in a sweaty panic mess when I awoke.

“Noah?” 

Snapping out of my thoughts, I hummed in response to Lethia. 

“Give me some time. I’ll be at your house before midnight,” she said, clutching those books close to her chest. 

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come with you?” I ran a hand through my hair. 

Even though her smile was wide, I could see the fear behind her eyes. “I’ll be fine.” 

Just as she was about to walk out the door, I rambled off my address to her. 

“I remember!” Lethia’s sweet voice echoed back. 

NOAH

With careful precision, I straightened out the blanket on my bed and made sure the pillows were fluffed just right. On my desk was a stack of fresh, folded towels with some different toiletries Lethia might need. Jolly’s girlfriend left some shampoo and body wash behind the last time she stayed over and after double-checking with her, she gave me the okay to use them. 

I didn’t know if she needed an extra set of clothes so on the end of my bed was a pair of my sweats and a shirt, just in case. 

Running my hands over my thighs, I went through the mental checklist of everything as what seemed like a large bird flew past my window. 

Fresh bed sheets. 

Fresh towels. 

Comfy clothes. 

Toiletries. 

“Noah.” 

Spinning around, I gave a warm smile to Jesse and the form behind him. 

“She’s nervous,” Jesse mouthed before stepping to the side, showcasing Lethia. 

She was, in fact, nervous as she shifted on her feet with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

“Hi,” I said. “Did you take care of what you needed to?” 

“Yes,” she still stood outside my bedroom door, idly in the hallway. 

I waved her in. “You can come in.” 

Hesitantly, Lethia stepped past the threshold as her eyes took in almost every inch of my room. The lights were off, the only light emanating from the red LED behind my bed, and she quirked a brow at them. 

“So,” I ran a hand over my chest. “I left you some things in case you wanted to shower. And some extra clothes.” 

“This is where you sleep?” Lethia pointed to my bed. 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. You can sleep here, I’ll stay on the couch.” I assured her. 

I noticed she was still standing uncomfortably in the middle of my room, clutching a black bag to her chest. 

“Is that everything?” I asked. 

“Uh, yes. I didn’t have much. Just some clothes and books,” she said. 

“Like the ones I found on you earlier?” I asked while sitting on the edge of my bed. 

Lethia nodded, hesitantly following my lead. “Yes, I’ve been studying philosophy. It’s quite interesting learning about Socrates and his life.” 

She bounced a few times on the bed, a small giggle leaving her lips. “Oh, this is nice.” 

“My bed?” 

Her body fell in a heap against it, now a soft sigh emanating from her. “This is nothing compared to the clouds but fuck, I can’t believe I’ve been depriving myself of this kind of comfort.” 

I chuckled. “Well, make yourself at home.  I’ve also been reading up on philosophy. It’s always been a passion of mine. I might have some books lying around on my bookshelf. Feel free to read one that interests you.”

“That is very nice of you, Noah. You do not need to do all of this.”

Lethia gazed up at me, still lying back on my bed. 

I patted her knee. “I want to help you out any way I can, Lethia.” 

Slowly she sat up and stared for a long moment at my hand on her knee, her brows furrowed with confusion and anger. I went to pull away but her hand stopped me by resting on top of mine. The softness of her skin sent heat throughout my body. 

“I can’t feel you,” she muttered under her breath. “Why can’t I feel you?” 

“Wh-?” 

“Noah!” Jolly knocked on the open door, urgency in his voice. “There’s someone outside for Lethia. 

Her eyes snapped up towards Jolly. “Excuse me?” 

“She’s on the front step claiming she’s an old friend of yours,” Jolly informed. 

I narrowed my eyes. “How does she know Lethia is here?” 

A loud cawing caused me to jump towards the open window of my bedroom, a black crow sitting perched on the sill. The long white stripe of feathers down its spine told me it was the same one that had been haunting my dreams. 

“Fuck,” Lethia cursed when she eyed the bird. 

Before Jolly could answer, she was quick on her feet to push past Jolly, her loud footsteps descending the steps. 

LETHIA

Ignoring the wild looks from Noah’s other roommates, I whipped open the front door to be met with bright white eyes. Her usual long white hair was pulled back in a tight bun but her golden nose hoop stood out in stark contrast to the black night sky. It was weird not seeing her in the beast form she was known for; the one I saw earlier in my dream. 

Her human form was equally as daunting. 

“Maraxa,” I seethed while stepping outside, the door falling shut behind me. 

She eyed up the house. “Hm, cozying up with the mortal, I see. What would Lucifer say to this?” 

“I gave up caring what he thinks when he was the reason for my fall,” I sneered while crossing my arms; the leather of my jacket creaking. 

Maraxa clicked her tongue. “You chose to follow him, Lethia. The love you two shared was palpable. Untouchable. Not even the King could get between you two.” 

“If Lucifer loved me then why is he sending you to fetch me like I’m some kind of animal,” I seethed. 

“He’s a busy man. I’m sure you’ll understand once you're down there ruling beside him.” 

“Why do you want me to go back with you so badly? I know you’ve always wanted my place,” I said. 

An all too-knowing look flashed behind her white eyes even though they were filled with no emotion. 

“I live to serve my lord, Lucifer,” Maraxa simply said. 

“Well, you can tell your Lord that if he wants me beside him, he can come find me himself,” I swiftly spun on my heels, ready to head back inside. 

“He’ll search all four corners of the earth for you,” she called after me. 

“Let him!” I shot back, not bothering to look. 

It was Maraxa’s next words that gave me pause with my hand on the doorknob. 

“Your actions will get this mortal and his people killed!” 

I remembered the body with the gaping wound on his chest as he lay in the open field of angel dust. Those lifeless eyes that stared up at me during that dream weren’t like the ones that shined as they looked up at me as we sat together on his bed. 

“I’d rather cut off my wings than let that happen,” I vowed before slipping back inside the house.

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[starsomens]

I have a fluff request: the guys are on tour, you think it ends a few days later but Noah tries to surprise you by coming home a day or two earlier. When he walks in the house and sees you and your daughter asleep on the couch with a children’s show on in the background and his heart melts at the sight of you both sleeping peacefully so he decides to cuddles up next to both of you. Maybe in the morning he wakes up and makes breakfast, and you wake up to your daughter waking you up saying “Mommy! Wake up! Daddy’s home! He’s making pancakes!” Before running back to help Noah finish making breakfast.

A/N:I am so glad dad!noah started here now my page is full and I love it. also I think thus came out more like a drabble

It was easy to say today was a busy but fun day. Noah was still on tour and you and your daughter Eden had been feeling bit down. So you had decided tot ell her to get dressed and have a little outing. You had gone out for some food, a little shopping and ice cream after. Once you were home you ordered some pizza and watched some movies together.

Even though the day had started rough, it ended pretty well. Eden had fallen asleep in your arms, you were planning on getting her to bed but you couldn't help the sleep that was overcoming you. You had one of Noah's hoodies on and the smell that lingered on it always lulled you to sleep.

At around 1 am the door slowly opened, and Noah was thankful he replaced the hinges. He had told you he'd be home in about a week, but he was actually coming home early. He knew he wanted to surprise his girls by coming home early. He was excited to see Eden run into his arms and to go and find you and just hold you both after so long. But when he had gotten home, he was greeted by a movie still playing and his wife and daughter fast asleep on the couch.

He smiled at the scene, just feeling happy to see you both in person rather than through a screen. He sets down the gifts he brought for you both on the coffee table, and his bag near the end of the sofa. He takes he shoes off and strips from his hoodie, leaving him in a tank top. He grabs a blanket for himself a large one to cover you and Eden. He snuggles into your side and breaths in your scent, one of the many things that he missed. As much as he'd want to wake you and spend the night talking with you, he was just as exhausted as you both were.

Noah POV

Morning came a lot sooner than I had expected. Y/N and Eden were still asleep and it was just around 8 in the morning. I get up and kiss them both on the head and get up for a shower. Afterwards I made sure they were still sleeping before heading to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I grab the pancake batter, sone eggs and pancakes. I really did miss the tranquility of home, the smell, the look, the memory and of course my girls. It just feels great to be home, done with tour and I can finally relax and rest.

The sizzle of the bacon filled the house but Y/N, was still asleep, she deserves it. She’s a great mom and a great wife, I’m just grateful I was able to get here sooner than expected

“Daddy?” A small voice came form behind me and I turn around to see Eden standing in her princess pajamas. I smile at her and squat down “daddy!” She ran to me and I catch her in my arms,

Third pov

“Hello my princess” he holders tight, missing how she filled his arms. Sometimes he looks back on the last 5 years and how much she’s grown from the tiny baby you delivered.

“You came home!” She cheered with the biggest grin which was ultimately his best and favorite part of working hard to get home sooner

“I’m home baby,” he sighs setting her down and going back to the stove “Eden, how about you go and tell mommy what’s going on so we can have some pancakes?” He smiles at her and she nods her head before darting out of the kitchen. He smiles to himself hearing her tiny feet hit the ground to get you.

You were in a deep sleep that you could have stayed in there forever….that was until Eden literally jumps up on you

“Mommy!”

“E…sweetie please don’t jump on mommy” you groan from the weight of your daughter in your stomach

“But mommy, daddy’s home and he’s making pancakes” she nearly shouts at you “get up so we can have pancakes!”

That's when it had finally hit you. Their bags on the floor, the air smelled like bacon and pancakes, and there were two gift bags on the coffee table. the only time that there were gift bags on random Tuesday morning was when Noah got back from tour.....

You jump up from the sofa and run into the kitchen to see Noah holding Eden in his arms as he took the bacon off of the pan and onto a plate. He turned to you and smiled

" Morning Sleeping Beauty is about time you got up. Didn't want the food to get cold" You smile and shake your head because this was just such a noah thing to do. You walk over still big groggy from sleeve and wrap your arms around him. You take in his fresh scent and convey yourself relax and feel at peace now that he's back at home.

You raise your head and puck it your lips for a long awaited kiss you had not had for a couple of months. Eden verbally ews as you guys kiss. You pull apart and smile at her and attack her with kisses from both sides. as get back for thinking her parents were gross for showing love at each other as get back for thinking her parents were gross for showing love at each other

"Come on, Let's ease I could give you guys your gifts from tour"

Breakfast was good as it always was, but even better now that he was back home. He spoke about tour where they had gone and the people they had men the sites they had seen. He showed you pictures that they had taken and small trinkets from different states.

After breakfast, you had told Eden to go and brush her teeth and to change out of her pajamas while you helped Noah clean up. But while Eden was gone, Noah actually directed you to the living room and handed you your bag

"I thought it'd be better to open it without Eden here" he winked At first you hesitated to pull out what was out of the bag, knowing that your husband could have bought anything, period from something like beautiful lingerie to possibly a gag that was inappropriate for Eden to see. But seeing as you couldn't waste time, you. pull out whatever was in there and hold it open, gasping at what he had bought you.

It was a velvety red lingerie, one piece that had the nipples and crotch cut out. It even had a lacey skirt over it. Your jaw was slack at what he had purchased

" Well, I'm glad you told me to open it while she wasn't here, or else I'd have to explain exactly what this is" You quickly fold the one piece back into the bag noticing there was one more item at the bottom. It was rope.. vibrant red rope that seemed to not hurt, but was strong enough to keep you from breaking loose.

" Well, just know when she's in bed. I wanna see you try that on and we can put the other item to use as well" he smirked "no returns, It's your measurements i checked" he kissed your cheek

"Oh my god...i can't believe you" you chuckle

" You're gonna expect me not to get something sexy for my beautiful wife after I've been away from you for months on end?" He asked taking the bag from your hand as Eden came in. He puts your bag aside onto the kitchen table. and grabs Eden's bag and proceeds to act as if nothing happens. Noah would be the death of you, but he? would also be the death of you if he was never there. You paused for a moment as you watch him pull out a beautiful, large teddy bear for your daughter from the bag, making her eyes light up like Christmas lights. and that. alone brought a smile to his face.

A handsome man with immense talent, a soft heart for his daughter. And of course, endless lust for you. What more could you have asked for?

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[veronicaphoenix]

THE SWEETNESS OF LOVE & PAIN*

Enter a world of crime, betrayal, and heartbreak. Upcoming full-length fanfiction featuring Noah Sebastian x Kitsey (og. fem. character) consisting of 3 acts. Coming Summer 2024.

"Loving means weakness, and your weakness has a name, Noah. Did you think we'd never find out?"

Disclaimer: This story will contain graphic descriptions of violence, including torture and murder, and will involve explicit sex scenes between the two main characters. The story will delve into harsh and delicate themes such as abuse and mental health. The content presented within may be disturbing or triggering to some, so it's obviously intended for mature audiences only. I do not condone or endorse the behaviors depicted in the narrative (except for Noah being a sweetheart to his girl). This work is a fictional piece and does not reflect real-life events or individuals. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

*working title

SUMMARY — INTRODUCTION TO ACT I

Noah has been entangled in a life of crime since his brother Abel’s passing. Forced to right his wrongs and avoid dire consequences, Noah is left with no choice but to commit a series of perilous jobs in order to break free from the chains his own brother left around his neck.  

Amidst the darkness of his life, Noah meets Kitsey, the sweetest creature he’s ever laid eyes on. Awestruck by her bravery and boldness during an unfortunate incident at a party, he falls in love immediately. 

Kitsey, a lovely and passionate librarian with captivating brown eyes, is far from having a perfect life, either. Marked by a troubled childhood, she thinks life would never be truly fair to her. That’s until she meets the most perfect boy: Noah. 

As years pass and their relationship deepens, Kitsey senses that their situation won’t improve unless Noah puts an end to the constant blackmailing he’s facing from the people he’s working for. But Noah is blinded by hope, believing time is on their side. He wants to get his freedom back, and above that, he wants to give Kitsey hers and provide her with everything else she didn’t have as a child.

However, as Kitsey's life hangs in the balance after one of Noah's jobs takes a harrowing turn, Noah faces the crushing reality that his delay in breaking free has put the love of his life in danger, igniting a race against time to save her, uncovering the true cost of his choices and the sacrifices needed to secure a future with his girl.

SNIPPET

Standing on her tiptoes, Kitsey carefully slotted the book into its designated space on the shelf. A faint sight escaped her lips as she successfully nestled it into the snug gap among the other books in the section. She was about to grab the next book from the trolley she’d been pushing through the aisles for the past half-hour when she caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye. A tall, slender figure was approaching from the other side.  

Noah had a soft smile playing on his lips, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a black jacket, his hair still glistening slightly, as if he had taken a shower not long ago.  

Kitsey’s surprise was evident as she stared at him. He was supposed to be sleeping; it was only eleven in the morning. He had come home at six thirty, and even though that day he had struggled to fall asleep while she got ready for work, typically, he wouldn’t wake up until well past noon, occasionally going to the gym if he woke earlier. It wasn’t uncommon for him to visit her at the library every once in a while. He had never said it, but Kitsey sensed that he enjoyed the serene atmosphere of her workplace and the sight of her engrossed in her tasks. Noah, in fact, adored watching her, his heart swelling with every passing second and each delicate movement of her fingers over the covers of the books. Her presence alone brought him a peace that he hadn’t found anywhere else, ever. 

Today, however, he was there for a different purpose.  

“Noah, what are you d—” Her question was cut short when Noah enveloped her in a warm embrace, his long arms engulfing her.   

Noah’s familiar scent of soap mingling with his cologne brought a comforting sense of security, even in the library where the most threatening danger could be a flame setting the pages of the books on fire. It took her a moment to process the unexpected tender embrace, but as she inhaled his scent, she melted into him, letting his warmth seep through her despite the cold outside.

"I missed my girl, so I thought I'd come see her," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he drew back slightly to meet her light brown gaze while keeping his arms around her waist. She was dressed in black jeans and a white knitted shirt, a black ribbon holding back some of her hair, her glasses absent. "Any chance I can steal you away for a few minutes and treat you to a hot chocolate?"

His sweet suggestion elicited a smile from Kitsey, making her forget for a while how odd it was that he was up that early and standing there, in one of the library hallways. Surely there was something going on, something nagging at him. She knew him too well after so many years of dating. One way or another, she couldn't keep her fingers from gently playing with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

"My next break is in fifty minutes," she informed him.

"I can wait," Noah replied.

"All right, but no following me around like a lost puppy," Kitsey warned, her hand patting his chest.

"I promise," Noah assured her with a grin, lifting a hand in a solemn pledge. "I'll find a good book and wait like an obedient puppy in one of those armchairs."

The sound of her soft little laughter was a balm to his nerves. She was okay. She was safe. She was where she loved to be, in the library, immersed in her work amidst the comforting presence of books. 

Everything was as it should be. 

No need to worry.

Kitsey is safe.

Snippet 2: Meet Grey

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[charmingly-evil]

Just tonight

Olivia was going to murder Finn.

Olivia was sitting at a trendy restaurant that just opened in the city. Blue, neon lights dangled from the ceiling like a shower of raindrops, its dim lighting providing a cool ambiance to the room. On stage opposite the bar, a washed up looking artist strummed lazily on his guitar, pausing only to drink from his glass of whisky.

Olivia sat opposite her blind date that Finn had set her up with. Her lips were strained into a thin smile I she feigned interest at what he was talking about, while her mind imagined the multiple ways she would kick Finn’s arse at work tomorrow. What the hell was he thinking?

Her date’s name was Steven Ghett, well Dr Steven Ghett as he had reminded her countless times tonight. He was a law professor at Harvard. Apparently, he had turned down an offer to speak at an online early career’s conference at Yale, something he was quick to boast about.

Olivia was just going through the list of excuses she could make to leave right now, when he said,

“So Olivia, how is a beautiful Captain such as yourself still single?”

Then to her horror, she felt his hand slipping under her dress. Olivia immediately sprang back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Olivia, I’m sorry, I was-“

“I don’t know how your dates go, but a guy at least buys me dinner and asks me two questions about myself before going there. I think we’re finished here,” Olivia said the last part dismissively as if she was ending an interrogation with a perpetrator. She reached for her purse, brushing the ends of her midnight blue dress down.

Steven too was standing up, protesting. “Olivia I’m sorry, please give me another chance.”

“I gave you thirty minutes, we’re done.”

Steven grabbed her wrist as she turned to go, stopping her. “Olivia-“

“You heard the lady”.

Olivia’s eyes leapt up with surprise towards the familiar face. “Elliot?”

Elliot didn’t take his eyes off her date. “Now you better let go of her, or I’ll take care of that hand for you.”

Steven’s eyes shifted between Elliot’s stone-cold gaze and his knuckles, that twitched by his side into tight fist. Steven dropped Olivia’s hand and cleared his throat, averting his gaze from Elliot.

“Olivia, you have my number.”

Then he hurried off.

Olivia huffed, shooting a glare at Elliot. He cracked her a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“I was handling it you know.”

“Hey, I don’t doubt that you would have had that arsehole head locked against the table, I just didn’t want you to cause a scene.”

Elliot shrugged off his jacket and slipped into the booth, helping himself to some fries. “So, who was that guy anyway? A date?”

“Well actually, yes,” Olivia said slowly, slipping off her purse and joining Elliot. “A friend set us up. And it’s the last time I go on a blind date. You know he spent the whole night talking about himself and didn’t ask me one question about myself? And he got my name wrong twice, he called me Lydia.”

Elliot exhaled slowly, not believing it. “Forget about him Liv.”

Elliot raised his eyes, taking her in. It may have been a blind date, but it was obvious that Olivia has gone all out for it. Her hair fell in luscious waves around her frame. She wore a midnight blue, V-neck dress, which dipped between her breasts and gathered to the side on her right like curling waves, before flowing out to the other side like a tail. Olivia wore sapphire, tear drop earrings and blue, shimmering eye shadow to compliment her dress.

Elliot could only imagine the time it took her, rushing home from work to feed Noah before getting ready for her date. It made Elliot want to find the man and punch him. “You look stunning Liv. It’s his loss for not appreciating what he had.”

Olivia dipped her head down at the compliment, her lips softening into a small smile. When she looked back up, she saw the familiar, endearing twinkle in his eye. “I wouldn’t usually say yes to meeting a stranger, not when we’re up to our necks with new cases and pushing overtime almost every night this week. But my psychologist encouraged me to ‘get out there and’…” Olivia’s voice trailed off, then she shook her head, wondering why she was telling him this. She returned her gaze to Elliot. “What about you El? This isn’t exactly your vibe.”

Olivia tilted her head to the side, referring to the velvet booths and colourful cocktails with curly plastic straws.

Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Well, ah, I actually was also on a blind date. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to pick the location.”

Olivia’s eyes rounded with surprise. She took a sip of her drink and said casually, her voice trying not to break, “Really? So, how did it go? Better than mine I hope.”

Elliot’s lips tilted into a faint smile. “She seemed interested in a second date. But, ah…I don’t know.” He drummed his fingers against the table, his eyes lowering to the empty whisky glass. “It didn’t feel right, you know?”

Olivia studied him for a moment. “Sometimes it can take time to form a connection. How did you meet her?”

“Fin set me up. It was the second time he had asked me if I was free to meet her, I thought I had better say yes.”

Olivia’s eyes widened with shock, as she muttered under her breath “I am going to kill Fin.” Sensing Elliot’s confusion, Olivia explained, “Fin set me up with my blind date tonight.”

Elliot took a moment to process the news, piecing together what this meant. Realisation dawned in his eyes as he whispered, “that son of a bitch. You think he set us up?”

“Well, do you think it’s a coincidence that we both had blind dates tonight, was set up by the same friend and were told to meet at this bar?”

Elliot shook his head slowly, breathing out a small chuckle. “Do me a favour will you? When you kick his arse tomorrow, take a photo.”

Olivia breathed out an incredulous laugh. “He has some nerve. What the hell was he thinking?”

Elliot shrugged. “Well, it looks like he was trying to see if he could use your failed date to set his friends up?”

“You mean to tell me that he set me up with that jackass on purpose?”

Elliot looked dubious. “I don’t know, my date wasn’t bad. She works as an oncology nurse. Intelligent, sexy, ambitious and charming.”

Olivia took a sip of her wine, pursing her lips as it went down. “That’s quite a list.”

Elliot cast her a look, an amuse smile crawling across his lips. “Is that a hint of jealousy that I detect in your tone captain?”

Olivia almost snorted. “I think you’ve had too much to drink detective.”

“Well, it didn’t matter anyway.”

“Why not?”

“She’s not you Liv.”

His words caught her off guard, like they did two years ago, when he first confessed that he loved her. Olivia’s breath caught in her throat as she struggled to respond, her mind still scrambling to process his words. Fortunately for Olivia, a waiter came by, offering Elliot a drink menu.

Elliot ordered a whiskey, then returned his gaze to Olivia, who was staring into space.

“Liv?”

Olivia startled, meeting his eyes.

Elliot continued softly, “You know, we never got to pick up our conversation…following that night at yours.”

Olivia blew out a small breath as memories from that night flashed back to her. She remembered the feeling of his body pressed against her, his smell, the way her name fell from his lips…Liv, I care for you.

Olivia remembered how she felt like she was melting into his body.

Elliot asked, “Should I be jealous of other dates?”

Olivia’s lips tilted into the tiniest of smiles at his attempt to lighten the mood. She shook her head slowly and whispered, “No.”

Olivia didn’t miss the way his face lit into a smile.

“So, you said that you weren’t ready for this back then.”

Olivia hadn’t realised that she had been nervously fiddling with the stem of the wine glass until Elliot gently reached for her fingers, stopping her. Olivia glanced down at their intertwined fingers.

Elliot asked her softly, “Liv, where are we now?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to think about it since that night…”

Elliot caught her gaze. “And if you think about it now?”

Olivia could feel his fingers drawing circles around the back of her thumb, and it made her breath catch in her throat once more. It made it near impossible for her to think.

Finally, Olivia said, “I want to El. I really do…I just don’t know if I can trust you.”

Elliot swallow, then he said, “Okay. What if I don’t ask for your trust, but just one date?”

Olivia raised her eyebrows, curious at his suggestion. Elliot, sensing her openness, quickly encouraged her. ‘Just one date Liv, that’s all I’m asking.”

Olivia studied him closely, then said, “Alright detective, you have your chance. One date.”

Elliott’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Olivia bit back a smile, a twinkle in her eye. “You can have me for tonight”. Then she leaned in closer, her voice a smoky whisper as she said, “So detective, what will you do with me?”

…

fun fact I dictated this entire fanfic because I'm slowly losing the functioning of my hands since I was diagnosed with neurogenic thoracic outlet syndrome. Fingers crossed and please pray for me that will work so I can get better and get back to typing more bensler!

#olivia benson #bensler #svu

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | seven

My baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new *Ellie’s POV* I woke up in a panic, forgetting where I was. I felt clammy and delirious. My hair was knotted and my face felt greasy since I forgot to take off my make up last night. My eyes wondered over to the tattooed arm that was beside me and relief washed over me, it was Noah. “Good morning.” He says putting his phone down and kissing my forehead. Suddenly my hangover hit me and my head felt like it split in two. “Morning.” I mumbled. “I feel awful.” “Tequila?” He asks as he scrunches his face up. I just nod, even the word tequila made me want to gag. “Well I hate to make you feel worse but I got us flights back to up to Vancouver, we leave in three hours.” “Oh god.” I moaned and I buried my head back into my pillow. He laughs and walks over to the bathroom. I hear the shower running and he comes back over to me with Advil and a bottle of water.

“I’ll order us some breakfast.” He smirks, I could tell he was trying not to laugh more at the state I was in. “Go shower, it’ll wake you up.” I wanted to protest, but a shower felt like a great idea. I grabbed my stuff and headed into the bathroom. After my shower I threw on my hoodie from last night with leggings and put my hair up in a claw clip with minimal make up to make myself at least look human. I came out of the bathroom and our breakfast was already waiting for us. We had coffees with pancakes and bacon, my favourite which also seemed to be Noah’s. After we were done eating we ordered an Uber and made our way to the airport. *Noah’s POV* I had to admit Ellie was handling her hangover better than I could’ve. I held her hand the entire ride to the airport and kept stealing glances at her. I couldn’t help myself. I’m still trying to figure out how I landed myself in such a lucky situation. Nick texted me to say they were just leaving Seattle and it felt weird I wasn’t there with them. He was right, this was definitely a different routine but if it meant having Ellie with me I was more than happy to switch it up. Once we got to the airport we checked in, made our way through security and found the first Starbucks we could find. “I’ll have a grande nitro brew and …” “A venti iced matcha with oat milk.” Ellie chimed in.   “God, you’re so basic.” I laughed as I gave the cashier my credit card. I looked over at Ellie and she told me to go fuck myself, which made me laugh more. We couldn’t stop making each other laugh and we were acting like this wasn’t our first time flying together. Ellie was just so incredible and she was easily one of the funniest people I’ve met without even trying. I felt like my heart was going to explode.

 “This is a very strange first date.” she chuckled as we got on the plane. “I know.” I replied as I reached over and helped her with her belt, not breaking my stare from her. “except you can’t go anywhere.” “Noah Sebastian, is that a threat?” She smirks. “Could be.” I replied with a deep tone.  She put her hand on my lap and I could feel myself getting hard, which wasn’t ideal. I always used to rush into things and with Ellie I wanted to slow down and establish something cause this was so delicate. I was ready whenever she was. “I was thinking about starting Demon Slayer again, do you wanna watch it?” I said, distracting myself from feeling like a horny teenager. Ellie just nodded and I pulled my iPad and AirPods out of my bag. I passed her an AirPod and she rested her head on my shoulder and I pressed play, mind you I was too focused on her thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. “You’re not gonna know the plot looking down there.” She chuckles as she looks up at me. My face got hot and drew my eyes back to my iPad. She was driving me absolutely crazy. The flight was only an hour so we got to Vancouver before we knew it. We were waiting at baggage claim for my suitcase, which I realized was a stupid idea for only being gone for two days. Ellie was making a joke about me being high maintenance but her phone interrupted her. She stopped dead in her tracks and her face went white. Tyler was calling her and I instantly saw red. “Hello…why do you think I’m divorcing you…I’ve known for a month…no I’m done Tyler…where was this effort when I raised our son on my own while you were out with her…call my lawyer to figure out a date…I’m not sorry…I’m done…yes I’m in town still…no I’m staying at a hotel right now…whatever.” She hung up the phone and was a lot more calm than I would’ve been. I pulled her into my chest and felt her take a huge breath. At least I knew she was safe with me and nothing would hurt her.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic

[loving08]

Love or Pain

Nicholas leister x reader

summary: Y/N and Nicholas has been best friends since childhood but Y/N started to have feelings for Nick. will she confess her feelings to him or the entry of Noah in their life would change everything??

Epilogue

5 years later:

Waves crashed over rocks tall enough to pierce the sky, the crystal clear water and a plethora of seagulls around the rocky hills. Y/N stepped out of the car and looked towards the beach and took a deep breath, she feels so much better now that they are here.

She looked towards Nick, he was taking out the things they had brought with them, he came to stand with her and gave her a small smile and took hold of her hand and lead her towards the beach. As they neared the shore, they saw many couples, families and children having their day spent with beautiful smiles in their faces. Nick put down the stuff and pulled a soft towel and laid it on the sand for Y/N, for her to sit and get comfortable.

Y/N saw what Nick did for her and a smile formed in her face, he would always make sure she was comfortable whenever or wherever they go like its his first priority to do everything he can so she would be happy and comfortable. Y/N gave him a bright smile when he was done and turned towards her, he wriggled his brows at her questioningly, she just shook her head and gave him a light peck on his lips and open up her bag and took out the book she brought with her to read.

She was about to sit down when two small hands wrapped themselves around her hip, she looked down to see a small child with the most beautiful eyes she had always loved, gently caressing the hair she asked "what is it baby, do you need something, hmm?" the child nodded their head and asked "Mummy can I play in the water with other children, they seems like having so much fun, I wanna play in the water too" they whined, and gave the best puppy eyes they could muster.

Y/N looked at Nick, seeing an amused expression on his face and gave him a slight glare, he knows Y/N can't say to that expression at all, as it's the expression he always pulled on her whenever he wanted something or getting approval from her, it's always has been her weak point. She again looked down at the child and sighed and said "fine you can go with others but not for long and Daddy will go with you so that you don't get hurt okay darling" she told her 4 year old son.

It's been 5 years since they have been married and a year later they were blessed with their son, Benjamin Mathews Leister. They were elated when they got to know they were gonna be parents and Nick..., god he was a crying mess and showered her with so much love and affection even more than he already had for her. it has been a great 5 years of their life though, after clearing all the misunderstandings and having confessed their love for each other, it seems they didn't wanna wait for any longer, they soon told both of their families and friends and everyone was so happy for them. Since Noah was gonna be a constant person in their life they knew, they can't tell what really happened between the three of them so they decided to get married as soon as possible and after the wedding they moved to Paris, to start a new life together. They do go back to their parents during holidays and all but now it seems they have a beautiful world of their own here.

Benjamin nodded his head at his mom and goes towards his dad and tugged on his hands and asked "can we go in the water now daddy", Nick quickly nodded his head and said "Yes buddy of course we can and since your mamma has also given her permission we definitely should go and play in the water" and gives a big smile to Y/N and goes towards the water with his son. Y/N just rolled her eyes at him, still smiling and took a seat and open up the book to read. After sometime, she heard Nick and Ben laughs and looked up to them and her heart swelled up at the scene in front of her. Ben was running away from Nick and him chasing after their son and catching him, giving his tummy some tickles.

It was moments like this which makes Y/N realize how much beautiful their lives has become after Ben was born. she always knew when Nick will become a father, he would be the best father a child can have, it has also made her realize how much time has really gone by and how much they have come forward to after everything they had gone through.

A soft and gentle smile took over her face when she saw Nick and her son approaching her, she hold her hands out for son so she could hug him, as soon as they reached her, her son practically jumped into her embrace. No matter what anyone says, everyone can see he was mummy's boy, she gently caresses his head and asked "did you had fun Ben, playing with daddy in the water". Ben quickly nodded his head and give a sweet kiss to her cheek and says "yes mummy, I had so much fun, and I can't wait to have more fun with my little sister" and let out a cute giggle.

Y/N smiled at his giggles and looked at Nick. she was 5 months pregnant now, and recently they have gotten to know they were having a girl, Nick has been the most happiest one among everyone, and it was already clear to anyone that he's gonna be daddy's girl type of father.

Y/N nodded her head at her son and said "well I also can't wait to meet her too but we will wait patiently for her arrival, now c'mon we should build a house in sand", Ben stood up and started to play in the sand. After checking he's alright, Y/N turned towards Nick and move a little to get closer to him. Nick gently wrapped his hands around her from behind, putting his chin at her shoulder and pulled her back to his chest and said "I know I always say that you look beautiful but you look more beautiful today, so much bright and happy it's good to see you like this, and I love seeing you like this" and kissed her temple. Y/N let out a content sigh and said "c'mon Nick I'm 5 months pregnant, I'm anything but beautiful right now" and pouted at him. he gave a light kiss to her pouty lips and said "you are right you are anything but beautiful right now....., you are gorgeous, alluring, exquisite, radiant, fabulous, should I go on". Y/N fondly rolled her eyes at him but still had a smile on her face. After everything that had happened between them, Nick had always put forward his feeling and emotions for her, he had become more straightforward towards expressing his feelings for her.

Y/N looked at her son still playing in the sand and then looked towards the sea and close her eyes, feeling so content and peaceful. Nick looked down at her and softly nugged at her side to get her attention. Y/N cranked her head little and raised her brows to look at him. "what's going on in that head of yours sweetheart, is something bothering you, are you tired or feeling any sort of pain anywhere" Nick asked slightly worried for her. Y/N turned herself to face him fully and shook head at his questions and gently cupped his face and pulled him towards her and kiss him. it was a soft and loving kiss, a very delicate one. Nick pulled away slightly, still close to her lips and softly asked "what is it my love" and so lovingly looked into her eyes. Y/N immediately melts under his gaze and wrapped her hands around his neck to pull him into a hug and said "I feel so lucky and so so much happy that I can be with love of my life, it's still feels like a dream to me that you and me are together, not as a boyfriend-girlfriend but as husband & wife and we also have son, and another one on the way, it feels so peaceful and dreamy....., you have been the best part of my life Boo and you always will". Nick just smiled and listens to her and gave her a forehead kiss.

Y/N pulled away a little and looked at him with so much love and said " I love you Mr. Leister". Nick too looked into her eyes with so much love and affection and gently puts his forehead onto hers and said "and I love you too Mrs. Leister". Ben comes back to his parents and they also brought him too into their little hug. Y/N and Nick, both turned towards the sea and saw the sunset together with small and gentle smiles still attached to their faces, knowing that they have a long way to go but at the end they both had each other.

THE END......

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVE AND APPRECIATIONS

(Sorry for the girl child picture with gabriel but I needed to make a fatherly figure of him in this chapter.)

#nicholas leister #nicholas leister x reader #nicholas leister x y/n

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The Shower Scene, Part 2

Part 1 / Part 3

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. swearing, sexual tendencies

Almost a week went by. Working non-stop for the past 6 days, you stand in the crisp air of St. Louis, Missouri and take a long swig of your water. Load-out commences in a half hour.

The crew are dancing on their toes while you all wait in the dressing room for the rest of the Bad Omens set. You chew your lip.

In the entire time since Denver, neither you nor Noah had said a single word that anything had happened. The next day, you two glanced at each other, departed the hotel to the bus, and pretended like everything was normal.

Yet you felt the strange energy and tension he was hiding, and he hid it well. The past week, you have said nothing at all about it, yet, the memory of the way he watched you hungrily and patiently was burned into your brain.

It was enough to want to do it again. But you were afraid to do anything again.

Sometimes, during hangouts on the bus with the boys, you'd find him side-eyeing you. He would smile, as if it were toward one of Jolly's jokes, and turn away from you.

Fresh from Dethrone and the crowds energy, the guys run into the room, sweaty and whooping.

"Great job guys. Great show, as usual," you smile.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," Folio says.

"Yeah thank you, (Y/N)." Noah smiles at you.

"As always, Noah." You offer back.

His eyes flash a knowing look at you before instantly returning to normal.

You leave the room to load-out.

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Stepping on the bus, everyone sighs and parts ways, to their respective bunks and to the TV in the living area.

It's 12 o'clock by the time we hit the road. Various members head off to bed. I stay on the couch, watching Ruffilo and Folio fight to the death on a video game that Ruffilo seems to be losing at.

"You both fuckin suck!" Noah shuffled out of the bunk area to the bathroom, jesting at his friends.

"Fuck you!"

"Go away, Sebastian!"

Noah smirks and laughs, stepping in and closing the door to it.

You giggle, but you feel yourself getting tired. You stand up. "Alright guys. I think I'm gonna head to my bunk. Night,"

"Night, (Y/N)."

"Night, dude. Oh I think you should let Davis cuddle. He seems lonely." Nicholas commented.

You laugh. "Fuck off, Ruffilo!"

Hearing the boys chuckle, you turn to head to the bunks. They resume their focus on the game in the dark.

As you begin walking towards the bunk area, the bathroom door opens. Noah stands there, looking at you. You look back at him.

"Yes, what?" You ask, your breathing picking up. He glared at you for a moment, and peaking his head out to check for his friends, he smirks at you as he sees no one looking at us.

He grabs your arm and yanks you into this tiny bus bathroom. He quietly shuts and locks the door.

In a quiet growl, Noah sinks his fingers deep into the strands of your hair. He pulls on it, earning a gasp of need from you. He gets close to your face, whispering, "What you did to me was so dirty, (Y/N). You think you can treat me like that? What a dirty fucking girl you are. Do you think I should show you who the fuck is in charge here? Should I punish you right here?"

Every growl from his mouth had you dripping, making the desire in your stomach red hot.

Noah continued on. "As punishment, princess, I'm not gonna give you what I know you fucking want."

You mewl at his words. He takes his free hand, and runs it down the line of your neck. "I bet you would be so beautiful if I fucked you," he looks into your eyes, getting close to your lips. "If you ever pull that again, I'll fuck this pretty mouth, too."

Your desire soaks your panties and you're squirming with want. "Noah, please,"

He grins at you. "You need me, baby? Huh?" You nod furiously. "Uh-huh!" You gasp.

"You want me to touch your pussy?"

"Fuck, yes," you whisper.

Both of you are trying so hard to be quiet. His hands rub at your thighs. The hand that was in your hair and moves down to grip your throat. You almost feel his breath against your lips. He was so close. He dips down and indulges in leaving hot, wet marks on your neck.

Noah's fingers are so close to right where you want them to be. He bites your neck and squeezes roughly with his hand. Your eyes roll back, and without a thought, you buck your hand up, wanting him to stop teasing.

Immediately he pulls his hands away from you and shoves you against the sink. His hands on either side of you, he pins you against the cold veneer. He tangles his hand back into your hair and gets close again.

You're so turned on, you could fuck him in this bathroom for hours.

"Too fucking bad. Bad girls don't get to feel good." He smirks, his hot breath fanning your face. He pulls on your hair and you whine. Desire fills both of your eyes.

He glances at your lips, looking plump and swollen as you gasp in his arms. He leans down, kissing you hungrily and you kiss back. He pulls away.

"Just to show you what you asked for," he finally allows one caress straight to your core. He slides his hand from front to back, giving your aching core a sharp slap for good punishment's sake, making you jump and squirm. "You just wait, princess. You'll cum for me again."

He leaves the bathroom, leaving you in a panting, wet mess against the sink.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens cult #nick folio #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #noah sebastian smut #part 3? you know you want it #The Shower Scene Noah

[theflyindutchwoman]

I read your reply to an ask about Tim and Isabel laughing together about the meditation and I think there are quite a few strange things in that episode. I do not really understand what the writers were trying to do, because to me Tim and Lucy’s communication is all off this episode. And communication is what they are so good at and really their strong point. It starts with Tim inviting Isabel to Lucy’s place and forgetting to tell her (I can forgive him on that, he had a good reason to forget..). But Lucy thinks it is weird, but says it only to Tamara. Isabel’s presence affects both Tim and Lucy’s behavior in a space (Lucy’s apartment) they are usually so comfortable. It is such a contrast to how close and cosy they were just before she arrived. 

Later Tim expresses to Isabel that Lucy is different, but does he communicate this to Lucy really? When Lucy and Isabel are in the car waiting, Isabel suggests they should turn off their mic, so Tim cannot hear and they talk about what being undercover entails. When Tim asks later what that was about and Lucy makes a joke instead of being honest, it gave me an iffy feeling. Cause no wonder he is already a bit defensive when Lucy wants to be vulnerable and says she is worried he won’t be able to handle her being undercover. I think he might suspect that the conversation he was cut out from was about discussing undercover experiences. On the one hand I think it is great that Lucy brought up her worries about how going undercover will affect their relationship and that she cares how it affects him (which is kind of how I read what she said). On the other hand she is not involving him in how she feels about it and what worries she was for herself. 

Also a bit sad that an episode that involved a lot of them not communicating well with each other ends on that note too :(

Sorry, this was a a lot of thoughts  and I do not if it makes sense. I am very curious what your take on it is :)

The way I see it, Isabel was used as a catalyst to propel this part of the UC storyline : how this is going to impact their relationship. Up until this point, Lucy and Tim had avoided that topic like the plague. Even after Noah's remark that UC was a relationship killer or his question as to why she hadn't done any op since finishing UC school… Isabel's return is what forced them to finally start this conversation. So I get why their communication was a bit off : this is only the beginning, where they themselves are trying to figure out how they feel and are unsure on how to proceed.

In some ways, it is a parallel with 1.01, when Isabel crashed back into Tim's life, pushing him to open up to Lucy. This is how their bond started… And this is the same here : Isabel showed up (almost) unannounced and soon after, Lucy and Tim started to be more open about their feelings. You can see the progression between 5.20 where he shuts down and try to pretend that everything is alright and 5.21 where they actually start to hash this out.

But yes, like you said, there were a few strange things… And I'm not sure if that was on purpose or if something got lost in the execution. Let's start with Tim inviting his ex-wife to Lucy's apartment… I get the idea behind this. By having Isabel coming over, it sent a clear message : Tim is basically living with her and he didn't want to hide anything from her. 'A place of honesty'. Plus, it made the transition in the scene easier. Just like I can understand why he didn't tell her… It's not like there isn't a precedent of his brain going blank when he sees Lucy in the shower. Don't get me wrong, it would have been preferable to ask her if she was OK with this beforehand… But as it was a last minute thing, I can get over it. The problem is that all these points were negated right away. If this was supposed to show them as a united front, then having Lucy being weirded out a bit changes the narrative. Especially since, like you said, it goes unaddressed. And that's really where the scene goes downhill for me. She is not only relegated to prepare the coffee while Isabel and Tim go to the living-room to talk (they could have stayed in the kitchen), she also has to sit on the floor, practically at their feet… Let's just say that this image made me very uncomfortable. I doubt it was intentional but still. And even without all the implications behind this, having Tim and Isabel sitting together with Lucy on the side contradicted this idea of united front. It completely threw off their dynamic and as it directly followed that lovely scene at the very beginning, it made the contrast even more jarring.

And it didn't end there… I feel like the writers suffered from a tunnel vision problem. They were so focused on making Isabel friendly that it sometimes came at the detriment of Lucy and Tim, as individuals and as a couple. The thing is, I really appreciate that they wanted her to be friendly with the both of them. She wasn't used as a device to come between them (not in a love triangle way) and that is so refreshing. But the execution didn't fully come through. Her scene with Tim at the station, where she laughs with him about the meditation, felt too much like a joke at Lucy's expense. And her scene with Lucy in the car, when they turn off the mic just to mess with Tim, came across as almost callous in light of his insecurities regarding secrets. And I don't think that was the intention at all in both cases. The scene between Lucy and Isabel was great on paper : Lucy has always looked up to the other female agents (Capt. Andersen, Nyla, even Angela though we don't have as many scenes). And she was already curious of Isabel when she met her in 1.03. So it made sense that she would want her opinion. And I liked that she felt comfortable enough to joke with her or that there was no jealousy/rivalry. But the camaraderie went a little too far when Tim or Lucy became the butt of the joke - at least, for me. Although the 'keeping secrets' part was addressed a bit in 5.21… So there's that. And it was clear during the episode that Isabel was overcompensating : I can't imagine how hard it must have been for her to go back to her old life, facing the people who saw her at her worst. It just needed a few tweaks here and there to make it more seamless.

As for that final scene in 5.20, I actually get where Lucy is coming from. She does open up first by sharing how much she loves undercover. She is being vulnerable here. She is aware that this is a sore subject with him and I believe a part of her might be afraid of his reaction as well. And that's why she wants to know how he feels. She knows his baggage here. Besides, that's her MO. They always focus on the other. Had she touched on how she felt, Tim would have jumped on that, instead of his own fears. There's also the fact that it is her choice to pursue UC, so she might consider her own worries to be her burdens, if you know what I mean. They are both learning how to be in this relationship, so they are bound to make some mistakes. Since 5.20 served as an introduction for the undercover mission in 5.21 and for that whole UC arc, I didn't mind that their communication was still off by the end of that episode (though I get it). I think the hesitation and the fear that were palpable helped a lot as well. So is the fact that they took a step in the right direction in 5.21 : they kept maintaining a line of communication and they both shared some of their fears. It's a work in progress in so many ways and there should be more to come. Maybe once we get to the bottom of this arc, everything will fall into places. I hope this helps a bit :)

#Sorry for the late reply : it's been a long week #And I wanted to rewatch the episode first #To my other anons who also asked questions re. that episode : I didn't forget you either I promise :) #ask & ye shall receive #chenford #the rookie

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Noah followed the directory signs on the side of the road, eventually bringing us to a hospital—I could've cried from how relieved I felt when he pulled up to the emergency room entrance. I let out a tiny laugh when he cursed after stalling the truck out, telling him to forget about it and just put the parking brake on; it wasn't our truck to worry about.

He quickly hops out of the driver's side and makes his way over to me, turning his back towards me once he opens the door to give me another piggyback ride. I climbed onto his back, careful not to hit my leg on anything, and he carries me inside the hospital. I could feel the eyes of the few people in the waiting room staring at us, taking in our decrepit state with curiosity. We were filthy, stained with blood, and I'm sure we reeked from God only knows how long without a shower.

The receptionist immediately called for a wheelchair when she laid eyes on me, trying her best to hide the shock of the scene before her. Her jaw nearly hit the floor when Noah briefly filled her in though, and she took our information down as quickly as she could. As soon as we had our admittance bracelets and I was sat in the wheelchair, they brought us through the double doors of the ER.

When they started to wheel me away from Noah, I felt panic start to creep its way into me, my heart immediately beginning to pound rapidly from the uncertainty of where I was going. "Where are you bringing me?" I shouted, sitting up in the chair and turned to look at the nurse that was pushing me. I couldn't be alone, not again. Not after what I had just endured. "It's okay, Amelia. We need to get some x-rays of your leg," he says to me calmly. "That bear trap got you pretty good—" "No! I-I don't wanna, not without Noah there," I cried out with tears in my eyes, now moving so I could look behind the nurse.

I could see Noah down the hall, stopping dead in his tracks, and turning with confusion on his face from my yelling. I watched his expression morph into that of alarm, and he hurriedly makes his way over to me. He crouches beside me and takes my hands in his, squeezing them firmly, "Shh, Meels, it's okay," he hushes me, "you're where you need to be; they're only trying to help you, I promise."

I shake my head 'no', trying my hardest to catch my breath, feeling like my chest was caving in on itself. He lets go of my hands and brings his to my face, delicately holding my head still. "Amelia," he says my name quietly, his dark eyes boring into mine as he patiently waits for me to calm down. "Breathe." I take a staggering breath in, holding it for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. "Good, good. Listen to me, Amelia. They're just taking x-rays to see how bad your leg is. The sooner this is done, the sooner they can take care of you, and the sooner you can go home to your family. To Leora."

To Leora, I think as I take another deep breath in and continue to gaze into Noah's eyes, glimmering with sincerity. All I could see were my daughter's eyes staring back at me, and I let out a single, tiny sob just imagining her here in front of me. I nod my head in his hands, and he gives me a gentle smile before hesitantly letting go of my face, his fingers lingering before trailing down my cheeks. He stands and shoots me another reassuring smile before I'm wheeled away to get my x-rays taken.

-

After an extremely uncomfortable assessment of my leg of not only an x-ray but an MRI, it was deemed that I would need surgery due to where the bones settled after their break. I have what they call a displaced fracture; the bones were misaligned and wouldn't heal with a simple cast. To make matters worse, I couldn't be operated on until the external wounds were healed, seeing as they were severely infected. The doctors were surprised it hadn't turned to sepsis from how long they were left unattended and how dirty I was.

So, for now, they had my leg wrapped up and suspended in a splint, and were pumping me with antibiotics for the infection, along with morphine for the pain and other fluids for how dehydrated I was. They tried their best to clean me up, which I was grateful for, but I still couldn't wait to take an actual shower. Lord only knows when that would be though, considering I was just now starting on the road to recovery. It was going to be a long while before I could walk on my own, let alone shower on my own.

I sighed after staring at my leg for an unnecessarily long time and turned my head towards the window. I could see the roof of the lower level of the hospital, a lone smokestack puffing a steady stream into the air, fizzling out as it ascended further up towards the sky. Though it was mostly cloudy, it was still pleasant to see the bit of blue that the clouds would allow through. In the distance I could see other buildings and part of the main road, with the occasional car cruising by. It wasn’t a sight to write home about by any means, but it still beat the dungeon that Noah and I were locked in by a long run.

I wasn’t sure how long I would be in this hospital bed, but I couldn’t wait for the moment that I’m allowed to step outside again. I couldn’t wait for the fresh air to fill my lungs and brush against my skin, I couldn’t wait to hear the soft call of birds out in the distance or feel the warmth of the sun wash over me. I had a taste of all of that when we escaped, and it was a slap in the face to be stuck inside once again. Sure, it was a completely different circumstance, but it still sucked.

There was a knock on the door, pulling me from my thoughts. I closed my eyes and sighed dejectedly before turning my attention to the nurse walking in with a tray of food. I gave her a tight-lipped smile when she set it down on the side table and wheeled it over to me, giving me space to adjust the mattress so that I was sitting up. “How are you feeling?” she asks, giving me a kind smile. I shrugged, “I’m okay. Exhausted.” She nods as if she was expecting that response. "How's the pain on a scale of 1 to 10?" "Maybe about a 2; can't feel it very much with the drugs," I chuckled, raising the hand with the IV in it briefly.

She shares a chuckle with me before scribbling down something on a clipboard I didn't even notice she had. "Alright, I'll be back in a little while to take your vitals. Eat what you can and rest up," she tells me with a gentle smile. I pulled the side table towards me, uncovering the dish she brought. It was a grilled cheese and tomato soup—I frowned slightly, not particularly liking the soup of choice, but I needed something in me regardless of what it was. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite, letting out a satisfied groan the second the buttery bread and melted cheese hit my tongue.

"Need anything before I head out?" the nurse asks. I finished chewing and swallowed my bite with a tiny nod. "Could you tell me what day it is? I've lost track of time from...you know," I mumbled the tail-end of my sentence, averting my eyes to the grilled cheese in my hands. "Oh, sure. Today is Wednesday, February 5th."

February 5th.

I gasped and froze, and my hands started to tremble, resulting in me dropping my food. My stomach dropped along with it. "No," I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes as I'm plagued with disappointment, defeat. I'm missing Leora's fifth birthday. I could only imagine the sadness she must be feeling, not having her mom on her special day, wondering where I was. My heart breaks at the thought, and I pushed the food away from me, no longer having an appetite as I began to sob.

The nurse places a hand on my back and hushes me, attempting to console me as she tries to figure out why I'm crying. I simply shook my head at her and pushed her away. I didn't want her comforting me; I wanted my parents, I wanted my brother, I wanted my little girl...I wanted Noah. He was the closest source of comfort that I could get right now.

"W-where's Noah?" I choked out, looking at the nurse. "The one who brought me in here; he was admitted with me," I explain, taking note of the confusion written on her face. She forms an 'o' with her mouth as she realizes who I'm talking about, but quickly shakes her head in dismissal. "He's not my patient, Amelia. I can't—" "Please," I begged, "you don't understand! I-I need him here." "I'm sorry, Amelia, but I can't just take another patient out of their room—" "Fine," I snapped, pulling on the IV in my hand. "I'll find him myself." I hissed when I yanked the needle from my hand, starting to push myself out of the bed.

She immediately puts her hands on my shoulders to stop me from moving, but I kept thrashing, kept trying to get her hands off me. It wasn't until another nurse came rushing in did I finally give up, too exhausted to keep fighting. I slumped back against my pillow, my chest heaving while I tried to catch my breath due to the exertion and crying. The nurses kept trying to console me, asking what was wrong while forcing me to take sips of water to calm me down, and I practically slapped the nurse to my left when she tried to reinsert the IV in my hand.

"Listen, honey, we're only here to help—" "Don't you honey me! You don't understand the shit I just went through," I shouted, sitting back up. "I was stripped from my family and held captive, starved and assaulted. The least you could do is—" "Oh, God, Amelia," I hear Noah's voice cut through the room. He rushed in, making his way over and brushed past the nurses to cup my face in his hands. "Breathe, you're okay," he says calmly, swiping his thumbs over my cheeks to dry them.

I clung onto his hospital gown and broke out of his hold, burying my face into his chest. I shook my head 'no' against him, sobbing as he wrapped his arms around me delicately. "Amelia, c'mon, breathe. Everything is okay," he whispers, rubbing my back. "What's going on?" When I don't answer, he picks my head up from his chest and cups my face again, his eyes searching mine for some sort of an answer. "Breathe," he says once more.

Seeing the candor glimmering in his eyes calms me down a tad, and I'm able to take a deep breath in. I held it for a few seconds before releasing it, my eyes falling shut, and the remaining tears make their way out—he brushes them away with his thumbs again. "It's February 5th," I say, barely above a whisper. I feel him tense for a moment before he lets out a quiet 'oh' when the realization hits him. "I was supposed to take her to Plaster Fun Time, we didn't make it out in time," I whimpered.

"Meels, it's okay. The important thing is that we're alive; you can celebrate her birthday another day," Noah tells me and lets go of my face, sitting on the edge of the bed. I open my eyes and look up at him when he drapes an arm over my shoulders and pulls me close, rubbing my upper arm. It's the first time I really took in his appearance since he's walked into the room, and I was glad to see that he had been cleaned up. The dried blood and dirt had been wiped from his face, and the minor cuts were bandaged. Even his hair looked like it had been combed.

"She probably doesn't even know I'm alive," I mutter, sniffling. He denies my sentence with a shake of his head, "I'm sure your entire family was alerted the second you were wheeled through those doors. We gave them our information for a reason, right?" "Yeah, I guess you're right," I let out a dry laugh, followed by a sigh and another sniffle. "Thank you." "For what?" I shrugged lightly, "For being here, I guess." He snorts, a chuckle vibrating through his chest. "I don't really have a choice, Amelia, now do I?" I roll my eyes and chuckle with him, "Shut up, you know what I mean." "I know, I'm just playing," he says with a smile, and gives my shoulder another squeeze. “We got into this mess together, we’ll get out of this mess together.”

Together. It was such a foreign word to use for me and Noah. For so many years, we went without sharing a single word with one another, yet here we are. Sitting in a hospital bed together, because having him around was the only thing that gave me some sort of security after the nightmare we had just gone through. Together.

I felt a blush crawl up my neck and over my cheeks when I realized I had been staring at Noah, mirroring the cheesy grin he had on his face. We both shared a timid chuckle when I broke our gaze and tried my best to shift over some, allowing him more room on the bed. He accepts the space that I gave him, scooting over with his arm still around my shoulders. I sighed and settled into him more, averting my attention to the hand in his lap and taking hold of it, noting the short cannula sticking out from it.

I furrow my brows and glance up at him, “The nurse let you leave your room?” He shakes his head. “No, I uh…I heard you yelling from down the hall and disconnected it so…so I could see what was going on,” he finishes with a sheepish laugh. “Oh.” I tried to hide the amused smirk forming on my lips and brought my attention back to his hand, running the pad of my thumb over the back of it, careful not to hit the needle.

We fell into a comfortable silence until there was another knock at the door, my nurse making her way back into the room. I could tell by the look on her face that she was anything but amused with the way we were huddled together on my hospital bed, but she chose not to address it. “Amelia, you have some visitors. Is it okay to let them in?” I shot Noah a wary glance, not expecting visitors, especially so soon. He gave me another reassuring squeeze on my shoulder and gave the nurse the okay for me with a quick nod of his head. I wrenched my eyes shut and held my breath, grasping his hand with apprehension, unsure of who was about to walk into the room.

Was it law enforcement coming to arrest us for the murder of Charles? Or could it be Charles himself coming back for us?

My heart pounds when I hear someone enter the room, and I squeeze Noah’s hand even harder. I’m too scared to see who it is, and I don’t want to be ripped away from him again. “Amelia, open your eyes. It’s okay,” he says quiet enough so that only I could hear. I nod lightly and let go of the breath I was holding, slowly peeking my eyes open. I’m confused when I see Noah’s dark eyes staring back at me, until I see the little body those eyes actually belonged to. My hands flew to my mouth with a gasp, and I sat up abruptly when I realized Leora was in the room with me, being held up by Nick.

Nick drops her to the floor, and she immediately runs over to my side of the bed, practically jumping into my arms. I could hear him telling her to be gentle with my leg, but I didn’t care; she could break it all over again so long as I had her in my arms. When I heard her infectious giggle and felt her little hands cling onto me, I couldn’t help the cry I let out, or stop the tears from spilling down my face. I held her to me, cradling her head against my chest as I peppered kisses in her dark hair.

“I’ve missed you so much, babygirl,” I whimpered. “Happy birthday.”

|Chapter 12|

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[johndpg]

SPANKING ON TV #3

Flirting (1991) d. John Duigan

A six-stroke caning over pyjamas for Danny Embling by his Housemaster. At least one member of his dorm has already been dealt with; the rest are nervously lined-up outside the study. Later, the boys compare stripes after lights out. The film is set in Australia in 1965 and deals with the burgeoning romance between the socially-isolated Danny, who has a stutter, and Thandiwe Adjewa, a Ugandan-Kenyan-British girl he meets at a school rugby match. Between them they confront the authoritarian regime in their respective boarding schools.

The film is a coming-of-age melodrama and is a semi-autobiographical piece by the director. It’s the second in an intended trilogy that wasn’t completed. Noah Taylor who plays Danny also starred in the first film: The Year My Voice Broke (1987). It marks the film debut of Thandiwe Newton; Nicole Kidman is in it too, before Hollywood and mega-stardom.

The school is shown as a harsh, uncompromising place where the boys are caned regularly. They bully each other too, and Danny is frequently the butt of their jokes. Even his nickname mocks his stammer. His romance with Thandiwe is something of a revelation to them, then, especially when he sneaks her into the dorm and later hides her in the boys’ showers.

The Housemaster in particular is vindictive and sadistic. As well as the caning at the start of the film, he’s heard caning another boy during prep. It’s telling that he has to chalk his cane, which suggests he enjoys terrorising the boys and inflicting the pain of a caning but isn’t all that expert at it. He always gives out six of the best, too, which shows no discretion or understanding of justice.

The canings we see/hear are massively exaggerated, especially the audio. If a boy was beaten that severely in real life, I doubt he’d just get up and walk off with a nod to the next boy in line.

There is an ongoing joke of one boy, Green, saying or doing the wrong thing and being told to report to different teachers for a caning.

Despite being set in Australia in the 60s, the boys wear long grey trousers throughout, although some wear shorts for rugby and tennis.

Noah Taylor, Thandiwe Newton and Nicole Kidman are all still acting (fancy that). You might recognise Noah from Game of Thrones amongst other things. Thandiwe has won various awards, including a Best Supporting Actress BAFTA for Crash (2004) and an Emmy; she was made an OBE in 2019. Nicole, meanwhile, bagged a Best Actress Oscar and a BAFTA for The Hours (2003), and is also the recipient of two Golden Globes, an Emmy and a Screen Actors Guild Award.

Noah was 21 when he filmed this. Australia ended corporal punishment in 1985, so it's not inconceivable that he was caned at school. I wonder if shooting these scenes brought back any memories?

[jjsstars]

Scott McCall Week 2023: Day 2, Scott & parental figures [melissa & rafael]

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|| made the sun - posted on my ao3 | 1k+ word count

|| tags : bad parent rafael, angst, mentions of alcoholism, scott remembers what happend the night rafael left, mentions of isaac/alison, re-write of a few canon scenes from when rafael first appears, good parent melissa

Scott would never say it out loud but he remembers what happened that night Rafael got kicked out for good. He remembers his heart dropping when he started to fall down the stairs, the blur in his vision when he came to on the floor with Melissa’s hand cradling his head, he remembers the tears in his mothers eyes, the pounding in his head, the screams that ended with Rafael storming out of the house as Melissa scooped Scott up to take him to the hospital.

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It hadn’t come back to him till a few weeks after everything went down, and at that point telling Melissa would only make things worse. She had already picked up double shifts to cover Rafael’s half of the bills, he could hear her crying when she thought Scott was sleeping, the whispers between Stiles’ mom and dad to Melissa, how many more play dates he and Stiles had because his mom was working. Or she needed to be alone. Scott doesn’t know what the reason was, but he knows the pained look in his moms eyes each time she’d drop him off.

Scott never cared that his dad didn’t call or that they didn’t see each other much, he liked it better when it was just him and Melissa anyways. There’s not many happy memories with Rafael to hold onto, at least not many that aren’t tainted with the later realization that Rafael was drunk.

His dad never had one type of drunk, not like what people say, he wasn’t a ‘happy drunk’ or a ‘sad drunk’ or an ‘angry drunk’, he seemed to be all of them swirled together. But Scott knew what to look for to spot each type of drunk, his least favorite was ‘angry drunk’ dad. It only really came out around Scott, when mom wasn’t home, when it was too late for Scott to hop on his bike and ride to Stiles’, when dad knew Scott couldn’t hide. Or run. Or do anything but stand and listen to whatever Rafael was saying, willing tears away because his dad hated when he cried, gripping his fists tight so he didn’t scream back, just trying to keep control and stay steady.

He was never violent but he’d yell. Certain phrases still repeat in Scott’s head late at night, haunt him. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this” being the one that lingers the most. It stings each time he remembers the words, like stepping into a hot shower with a fresh scrape on his skin, the water only igniting how painful it is.

And that’s how it feels when he sees Rafael standing in the Argents apartment. He doesn’t want him to be here, in Beacon Hills, in Alison’s home, around Alison or Isaac at all. He runs when the smoke grenade Alison sets off starts to fill the room, he doesn’t stop running until Isaac grabs his shoulder because they’re miles from the apartment building and at some point Alison couldn’t keep up so Isaac had picked her up. Scott doesn’t say anything in the moment but part of him is glad that she has Isaac there to protect her, Scott doesn’t think he’ll be much of a good protector when he’s still scared of his dad.

Scared feels like such a harsh word but he isn’t sure what else to call it. Timid? His wolf feels timid, skittish, reluctant to show any of itself to Scott as he stands in the kitchen yelling back at his father. He’s saying something back, something that’s more than just ‘yes dad’ or ‘no sir’, he thinks the nerves might kill him.

“You can’t do this!” Rafael trying to take Noah’s job is not what Scott needs right now, it’s far from it actually. And just as he goes to tell Rafael to get out, for the umpteenth time: Melissa walks in.

“What the hell is going on here?” She lays her purse on the counter, Scott moving to his mothers side before his brain even connects that he’s doing it. It’s always better when she’s around, dad won’t yell as loud, won’t be as mean, he needs his mom there.

“I don’t know why he’s acting like this!” The words burn Scott’s skin in an instant, he recoils hearing his father spit them out again, as if nothing has changed since that night he left.

“He’s trying to get Noah fired!” He shouts despite how badly he wants to curl up into Melissa’s side and hide away. He grabs the back of her scrub shirt instead, gripping the material the same way he would as a kid, holding it like a lifeline.

“What?! Rafael.” Her voice drops to the same disappointment and sorrow it always held when Scott was a child. So tired, too tired for someone like Melissa, someone so bright and beautiful, Scott used to swear to Stiles that she was the one who made the sun, he still believes it. Science be damned, his mom made and hung the sun, the moon too, and the stars. All of it.

Rafael and Melissa keep arguing, a familiar buzz of angry words that Scott tunes out and instead focuses on the feel of Melissa’s shirt. It feels childish and he knows Rafael is probably shooting him a disappointed look. Melissa always “coddled” Scott, he needed to act more “mature” and stop clinging to his mother, Rafael hated it. Told his son to act like a man at the ripe age of seven.

Scott’s seventeen now. He thinks he’s grown up a lot, become a man of sorts, he’s a leader now, a true alpha. So who cares if he wants his mom to tell him everything’s okay and that his dad doesn’t mean the yells he lets out, she’s done it so many times before, yet Scott still believes her. It’s easy to hear her soft voice and not question a thing, she’s always protected him, been there for him, something he can’t say the same about Rafael.

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[thefallennightmare]

My mouth was hanging open until I realized that it was a dream. You tricky girls 😏 glad that they are at least talking and seeing each other again. Angel needs to tell Noah what’s going on. We all know he would support and be there for her. 🤍

But that sex dream AND shower scene tho 🫠🤤 @thescarlettvvitch

We love your support bb!

#just pretend noah sebastian #Tina and Sarah talks