#noah flynn imagines

[chloe-skywalker]

So Different - Noah Flynn

Noah x Fem!reader

Warnings: insecure?

Word count: 894

Requested: Hi, first off I want to say that I love your writing and second can you do a Noah Flynn x insecure reader pls. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank You for requesting!

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Noah Flynn was what every girl wanted and there were some girls that didn’t care that he was in a relationship. And at a party like tonight where Y/n had to watch girls fawn all over him. It hurt her on the inside more than she’d like to admit. She trusted Noah completely but when she saw all those girls around him it made her think how he should be with one of them. Not her.

“Hey.” Noah said as he came over to her having noticed how she was just keeping to herself tonight. Which was unlike her. “You okay?”

“Hmmmhmm.” Y/n nodded, she couldn’t tell him what was really wrong. What if he agreed?

“You sure?” he could tell something was up but he didn’t want to push her to hard.

“Yeah. Hey, look I’m gonna head home okay?” Y/n nodded before she grabbed her jacket and put it on.

“You sure? Hey just let me tell the guy’s and I’ll drive you.” Noah offered, he just had a gut feeling to not leave her alone right now.

“No, no. you can stay. Don’t let me ruin the fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n gave him a tight smile before walking away and exiting the house.

“O-kay.” Noah watched her confused and concerned. Why would leaving with her ruin his fun? He’d rather be with her. After Y/n left Noah didn’t stay long his mind and heart weren’t into it now that she left.

^ ^ ^

It had been days since the party and Noah was now getting really worried.Y/n was close to Elle, the two were best friends maybe she could help.

“Elle.” Noah knocked on the open door to his brother’s room. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Elle nodded getting up to talk to Noah in the hallway. “What’s up?”

Noah sighed. “Your a girl and I need advice about one.”

Elle smirked amused as she crossed her arms. “About Y/n.”

“Yes, about Y/n.” Noah nodded

“Go on.” Elle nodded back

“Ever since that party a couple of weeks ago she keeps blowing off plans, says she can’t do anything she’s busy and she’s barely answering my calls or texts and when she does it’s vague.” Noah explained to his brother's best friend, hoping she could tell him what's wrong or at least what to do.

“Okay. You said since the party right?” Elle asked

“Yeah.” he confirmed

Elle thought for a few moments before it clicked. “You had a lot of girls around you that night.”

“So?” Noah asked confused

“No girl likes to admit it but every girl gets insecure at some point. Those girls around you looked like tall, skinny, beautiful, picture perfect models.” Elle explained to the taller Flynn. Hoping he’d understand. “Y/n’s not super skinny, not that tall, and she doesn’t believe that she had the beauty that she does have.”

“She doesn’t think she’s good enough for me?” Noah asked Elle after putting it together.

“Bingo.” Elle nodded with a tight lipped smile across her lips.

“Thanks Elle.” Noah smiled at her but it didn’t reach his eyes. The truth was he was ashamed of himself for ever letting Y/n think that she wasn’t enough for him.

Noah headed straight to Y/n’s house after Elle helped him. Once he got there he could see her mom through the kitchen window. She pointed upstairs and mouthed ‘in her room’, giving him a smile. Noah nodded in thanks before rounding to the side of the house. Y/n’s mom hoped Noah could fix whatever happened because seeing her daughter so sad was really hard to watch, it hurt alot.

Noah scaled the brick wall and climbed onto the roof. Noticing her window open he decided to just climb through it, which ended up knocking over some stuff.

Y/n turned around in shock holding her chest as she faced her window where the sound came from. Tilting her head in confusion upon who she saw. “Noah?”

“Hey” he smiled up at her from the floor of her room.

“What are you doing here?” she asked moving to help him up.

“We need to talk.” Noah stated as he got to his feet.

“About?” Y/n questioned not looking him in the eyes.

“You.” he answered simply.

“What about me?” she squinted her eyes at him.

‘Why do you think you aren’t good enough for me?” Noah asked her cutting to the chase with his eyes full of concern.

“Wha-”

“Please. Just tell me why?” he pleaded not knowing what else to do. He needed to know why so he could fix it.

Y/n shook her head looking away from him. “I’m nothing like what you should be with.”

“In your opinion.” Noah countered shaking his head. Noah stepped forward and pulled her into his chest and lifting her head so she’d look him in the eyes. “To me your exactly what I want.”

Looking in her eyes Noah could tell he was getting through at least a little but. That gave him the confidence that he could fix this, that he could get her to see herself how he sees her. “I don’t want someone who thinks they're perfect. I just want you. Cause your perfect to me and for me.”

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[justjacob-elordi]

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: Flynn freaks out a little, bats, ghosts

Humming to myself, I strung up the garland above the card catalog. Jenkins watched me carefully from the other side of the table.

“I really don’t see the need…” he started. I sighed and looked at him over my shoulder.

“not this again Jenkins.” I groaned. “There’s no need. Just a want. And the want is to be festive.” I turned on the chair and looked at him. “So I hang the bats and everyone gets in the Halloween spirit. And you keep your mouth shut.” Jenkins sighed before going back to his book. The chair wobbled below me. Rolling my eyes, I went to turn back to the garland when the chair tilted to the side. I cried out as I started to fall. Jenkins looked up at the noise. I fell backwards and yelped as I felt a strong body behind me rather than the floor. Opening my eyes, I looked over my shoulder to see Flynn holding me up with smile. “Thanks!” I chirped as he helped me back to my feet on the ground.

“Anytime.” He kissed my cheek before walking around the table to flip through a book Jenkins had put down. I shared a look with Jenkins at Flynn’s obliviousness. “What were you doing up there anyway?”

“hanging Halloween decorations.” I said with a smile. I climbed back on the chair and continued hanging the garland. Flynn hummed before striking up a conversation with Jenkins that I tuned out. “And done!” I exclaimed as I tied off the end of the garland. Flynn walked over and helped me down from the chair.

“Looks….” Flynn broke off as he finally looked at the garland. “Bats.” He whimpered. Looking over at me, Flynn gave me an uneasy smile. “It’s bats.” I nodded.

“it’s freaking bats!” I exclaimed. Flynn nodded slowly. His eyes widened slightly. “Everything ok Flynn?” I asked, turning to gently push some hair out of his face.

“I just…” a few beats before he turned to look at me, eyes slightly wide. “I don’t like bats.” He smiled at me with a weak laugh. “Kind of silly isn’t. Of all the things to be scared of. Bats.” He waved vaguely at the garland. I nodded slowly and went to take them down. “No! It’s fine!” Flynn grabbed my arm and jerked me back slightly.

“But Flynn…” he cut me off with a kiss. I pulled back with a frown. “I can…” Flynn kissed me again. Jenkins made a disgruntled noise behind us and I pulled away. “Jenkins is going to throw something at you if you keep doing that.” Jenkins hummed in agreement as Flynn chuckled.

“I’ll be alright. As long as there aren’t any semi real ghosts hidden somewhere.” I shared a look with Jenkins, knowing that jake had somehow been able to rig something up in the library.

“uh…” I trailed off as Flynn broke away from me to head into the library. “Flynn don’t!” I called as he opened the door to the library.

“don’t…whaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” Flynn screamed as the ghost flew past. I could hear jake yelling triumphantly in the library as i ran over to hug Flynn.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered as he shook. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Flynn wrapped his arm around me and stared into the library.

“stone!” He yelled as he stopped shaking. Flynn marched into the library and I trailed behind him, ready to dismantle the rig as Flynn ripped jake a new one.

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[kncrowder88]

So .... Garcy fans .... I got to Watergate again ..... and I was dying of laughter at my AU idea and how the reveal would go in that ep instead. Can you imagine Wyatt and Rufus not only finding out Lucy has been running into Flynn throughout the past but is engaged to him? She ran into him in the present and didn't report it? And not just once either she saw Noah at least twice by Watergate .... our poor Time Team be so shattered when they got back and do they tell the others?!

#garcy #garcia flynn #lucy preston #im obsessed with this au #timeless

[singwithflynn]

If Flynn thought that the beating he'd taken on his way out of the city, just a few short months ago, had been bad, he hadn't quite accounted for the fresh, mottled bruises that coloured his skin now that he was returning. Flynn was no stranger to having his ass kicked, but the fact that the same assholes had managed to get the jump on him not once, not twice, but three times tended to sting a little. If the whole thing weren’t such a sorry state of affairs, he was sure Wardo would be ripping into him endlessly for letting his guard down so drastically. And honestly, he’d have been right to do so – that was, if Flynn’s buddy even had the faintest clue where he was or what had happened to him. 

Rae's mom had made quick work of setting her goons on Flynn, driving him out of town and away from her most prized possession. And Flynn had shamefully abided by her demands, desperate to protect the girl of his dreams from being exposed to the violence he'd been laid victim to. He hadn't had time to tell Rae he was leaving, nor to explain why, but it was for the best. He figured if it kept her safe, what should it matter? Sure, she might miss him to begin with, but he'd already laid the foundations for her getting over... whatever it was they’d had. It had broken his heart to know that Rae couldn't see sense, that she was so hung up on the love and trust she had in that evil, wretched ghoul that claimed to be her mother, but undoing such a long-lasting cycle of abuse and manipulation would take more than some poorly handled pleading on his part. Things had gotten out of hand; He'd raised his voice, they'd fought, and the last the two of them had seen of one another had left a sour taste in his mouth. 

Truthfully, he'd spent the past few months avoiding frantic texts and calls from everybody he knew - Rae included. Even despite their last encounter, she still maintained the kindness that he so loved about her and had still been eager to know that he was safe and alright. He felt terrible for ignoring everybody and he knew that his friends were just concerned for his safety, but he hadn't seen the point in responding. What would he tell them? That he'd had his ass handed to him, several times over, and had been strong-armed into disappearing and staying quiet? That would kinda defeat the whole point of the agreement he'd struck when leaving, so he figured silence was the best way forward. 

But he'd been stuck, lonely, and missing Rae as though she were an extension of his very being - and, honestly, in a lot of ways she was. She'd gotten stuck under his skin in the most visceral, unavoidable way imaginable; Rae Sunne had planted a seed inside his chest that had grown and grown, bright and shining as its roots tangled themselves around his heart and refused to let go. Eventually, he’d gotten into touch with Noah – the only person he’d dared to reach out to, all too aware the runaway roadie might have some understanding of his predicament, at the very least – and had been crashing in whatever hotels the Shattered Diamonds appeared to be putting him up in. It didn’t seem to matter to Noah, who was stumbling into a different person’s room every night regardless, with no care as to whether Flynn was making himself at home beneath his sheets or not, and it meant a safe space for Flynn to hide away. 

The tour seemed to have edged ever close to New York with each venue, though, and even with Flynn keeping his head down, stowed away at the back of the bus in Noah’s bunk and keeping to himself, he knew it was only a matter of time before the past caught back up to him. He missed his friends, his shitty apartment that rarely had running water, and he missed her. 

It had been a week since he’d finally arrived back in the city, using Noah and Keeley’s apartment as his own personal hideaway, but he’d known that sooner or later he’d need to suck it up and face the music. 

The first attempt he’d made an attempt at going to see Rae, he’d fucked up. He’d made the rookie error of heading to her apartment – he hoped, against all logic, that Katie might answer the door instead. Her friendly roommate – who always seemed to have great time for Flynn, despite the ups and downs he’d gone through with her best friend – hadn't even been given the opportunity to slam the door in his face. The moment he’d arrived at the apartment block, he’d felt the cold, familiar press of metal to his throat, a knife thrust in his face as he was forcibly dragged down a dark alleyway, clumsy hands shoving him against a wall. Thankfully, the knife had been nothing more than a means to frighten him, its sharp edges never making contact. Flynn hadn’t been so lucky as for that to have been the end of the encounter, though, and had been told – not for the first time – to stay away from the girl, with various punches and kicks to the face and ribs emphasising the demand. He’d dragged himself, bleeding and achey, back to Noah’s apartment, and had barely left his couch in the days since. 

As he hovered outside of the entrance to A Novel Idea now, he hesitated. Maybe Rae didn't want to see him again? Maybe their time apart had given her further cause to push him away, to see the truth of who he really was - a lowlife, good for nothing loser who wasn't good enough for her. Hell, he had no doubt in his mind her mother had likely poisoned her further in that time, lying and manipulating the blonde.  

But in the end, none of that mattered to Flynn. 

Nothing felt more important to him now than protecting Rae, and while he could lie to himself and insist that staying away was his way of doing just that, he knew it wasn’t the truth. The time would eventually come when someone else – somebody new, somebody kinder, better looking, and far more deserving of Rae – would come along and catch her eye, see through her mother’s lies, and start the cycle all over again. Nothing would keep her safe other than for her to be away from that dreaded woman, and Flynn would let them beat him to an inch of his life if he had to. She deserved the truth. 

With his hood firmly over his head, shielding customers from the unsightly view of his broken, bruised skin, his signature denim jacket wrapped firmly over the hoodie, he kept his head low as he sidled into the coffee shop. He knew that Rae still worked there – he'd be lying if he said he hadn’t been religiously following her every instagram update, his chest aching at the sight of her wide smile as she cosied up next to people she’d never seen before.  

Glancing up at his surroundings, Flynn frowned. The store that he thought he’d known so well had undergone quite the makeover, with paper hearts dangling from the ceilings, flowers blooming in every corner, a harsh pink glow to the business as light bounced off the array of new decor that seemed to fill the space. He shoved his confusion aside and focused on the matter at hand, his heart stilling in his chest as he glanced up, gaze landing on Rae. 

She was deep in conversation with somebody – an older gentleman that Flynn didn’t quite recognise – and she looked... happy. She was laughing with him, a veritable glow surrounding her as always seemed to be the case, and for a moment Flynn wondered if he’d made a mistake coming here, disturbing her peace. But he couldn’t turn back now, not when he’d come so far. 

Closing in on the counter, a chalkboard full of puns sat square on the wall, serving as their backdrop. Drinks such as You Mocha Me Crazy and I Love You A Latte were scrawled on the board, perfect doodles surrounding each pun that he knew Rae must be responsible for. Anxious, he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, and cleared his throat, by way of announcing his arrival. 

The older man was the first to look up, attention caught immediately, and Flynn immediately felt himself undeserving of the smile he directed his way. The full weight of it seemed to knock the air from his lungs, and he couldn’t help but feel that Rae was surrounded by exactly the perfect people for her. 

“Uh, hey. Can I get a... Don’t Worry, Be Frappe-y, and also a side of wholly undeserved forgiveness?” Flynn asked, tugging his hood down, and smiling sheepishly across the counter. The man looked confused now, his brow arched in askance, but Flynn only had eyes for Rae. 

#thread: rae1 #ft. rae

[joelockescoffee]

I mean some girls often stan good looking guys in hopes that they'll get to date them, but most of them just are just in awe with their looks or personality, talent and factors like being happy knowing the person they stan is single and is into girls, I am no one to speak on behalf of a whole fandom, just describing what I think. I kinda get the intention behind teenage fangirls not being interested in Noah anymore, some of them tho, Iike I imagine some being upset about it, it's just me tho.

I think.. I think I get what you're tryna say but yeah it's just their choice as long as they don't turn on him for being gay. I remember had a huge crush on Brandon Flynn after I watched first few eps of 13 reasons why then I found out he's gay I was like okayy let's say I was a Lil upset even tho I knew I would never get to date him if he were straight or bi or anything so I think I get what you're tryna say.

#j coffee answers

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 33

*Warning: Adult Content* 

Noah Hunter leaves. 

His brother, Alpha Dane Hunter, can make whatever excuse he wants for Noah’s unexplained disappearance and if he has an excuse for what he said and did, Noah doesn't want to hear it.

He doesn't want to hear whatever Julian Hart has to say for himself, either. 

Fae identity crisis or not, he was the first person he trusted enough to tell about Thomas Flynn and he promptly went and broke that trust.

As for Ambrose Thorne, Noah knows if he sees the darkening mark on his cheek and the pain on his face...

Well, Dane might be doing a great impression of an asshole at the moment but he's still Noah’s brother and he want him in one piece.

So, he dusts myself off, swallows the emotions threatening to reveal themselves in tears and in the most mature and dignified manner imaginable, he runs away.

His wallet and car keys are in the house, though, so like a real hero he runs away on foot.

The bookstore is only a short walk from the house, thirty minutes, if he hustles but he takes his time and gets there in forty-five.

He’s not scheduled to work but he figures Shanti won't mind. 

She doesn't seem to mind much, in fact and Noah still haven't figured out how she manages to keep her store open with one part-time employee and a weak stream of customers.

However she does it, he’s grateful, grateful for the cool, book-scented aisles, the intriguing array of strange, rare titles and for Shanti herself. 

Her gentle demeanor and river-incense perfume have a calming effect on him and her soothing presence has become something he can rely on.

She looks up when he enters and her eyes go right to the fresh bruise. 

Dane hadn't hit him all that hard, really but any blow from a guy that big is bound to hurt.

"Noah?" she asks, coming around from behind the desk for a closer look at him. 

"I did not expect you so early. Are you all right?"

Today she's wearing a long, green dress made of loose folds of fabric and it seems to flow around her like moving water. 

Her dark hair falls down her back like a shadow and when she lightly touches the side of his face, her fingers are cool.

"Just a little family argument," Noah answers, shrugging. 

"No big deal. I thought I might as well come in and get an early start, if that's okay."

She nods. 

"A new shipment of books has arrived. You can help me to unpack them."

"Sure," Noah agrees, turning away self-consciously to interrupt her study of his face. 

"Where do you want them?"

"Anywhere there is room." She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand. 

"It does not matter."

"Okay," he shrugs and get to work.

He tries to place the books next to something similar, a related topic or title but Shanti is right, they're all random and obscure,and the shelves are so disorganized anyway, it hardly matters where they end up.

Noah has just finished stuffing a book of love potions next to a volume containing over a hundred uses for spider's webs, when the door jingles and the first customer of the day wanders in.

He hears Shanti's pleasant greeting and a murmured response that sounds like a question and turns his attention back to his work.

It isn't until a shadow falls over him and he turns that Noah realizes the customer isn't a customer after all.

Julian Hart stands at the end of the aisle, looking pale and miserable and chewing the corner of his bottom lip.

Noah turns back to the shelf as his chest and face heat with anger, the rush of blood making his cheek throb with fresh pain.

"Julian, you are the last person I want to see right now," he says, keeping his voice quiet and low. 

"Please go away."

"I'm sorry, Noah," he whispers. 

"I didn't mean to tell him. It just... happened."

Noah scoffs.

"I'm sure you'd be fine if I ‘just happened’ to break your trust, huh?"

"No," he replies, still in a whisper. 

"I'd be pissed as hell, and I'd never want to see or speak to you again."

"Sounds about right."

"Noah, please... Will you let me explain?"

Noah bites the inside of his cheek and then turns towards Julian, doing his best to convey a cold glare. 

"Sure, Julian. Go ahead and explain."

Julian’s eyes go to the mark of Dane's hand and Noah hears his quick intake of breath. 

"Shit. He said he hit you but I... I didn't really think..."

Noah covers the mark with his hand and turns away from him again. 

"Well, go on," he says. 

"Explain. Tell me why my brother knocked me on my ass and expelled me from his pack. I've had plenty of arguments with him over the years, Julian, some pretty violent ones, if you recall but he's never turned it into something physical before. So, tell me what's different this time."

Julian sniffs. 

"Can we go somewhere else?"

‘No.’

There's silence and then Julian sighs again. 

"This is all my fault."

"You think?" Noah returns, glancing at him and with some satisfaction, sees him flinch.

Julian pauses and swallows, hugging himself tight. 

"The tea was working," he says softly. 

"At least until last night."

"All right, what happened last night?" Noah prompts, turning his attention back to the books and making a pretense of straightening them.

Even more quietly, Julian goes on. 

"Dane and I were... Well we were... getting 'intimate' you know. It was... more intense than usual, somehow. My whole body felt alive, lit up inside and then... Well, then I freaked."

"You freaked?" Noah repeat , frowning at him over his shoulder. 

"What does that mean?"

Julian frowns back at him, a little of his usual spark returning to his eyes. 

"It means I had a fucking panic attack in the middle of sex," he snaps. 

"I lost it, scared out of my fucking mind by the thought of what might happen and Dane had no idea what he'd done wrong. I didn't know what I was saying and by the time he got me calmed down, I'd told him all about you and that Thomas guy and how much I wanted to help you prove the truth and all kinds of shit. Everything except... Well, everything except what's really wrong with me," he finishes with a wince.

"Nice," Noah drawls. 

"So you sacrificed my confidence to keep your own. That's what makes you such a great friend."

"Noah, I'm sorry..."

Noah sighs. 

"Fine. So maybe that explains why you told him. It doesn't explain what happened this morning."

Julian rocks back and forth on his heels, still hugging himself. 

"Dane's pissed," he says. 

"He feels like, as Alpha, he's supposed to take care of you and he can't do that if you don't trust him. He's not used to feeling powerless. Plus, he's worried about you, scared that you're vulnerable and unprotected and that Thorne's preying on that. He'd meant to talk to you about it, warn you to take things slow and then this morning he saw that it was already too late. And when you told him we'd been to Faerie, he realized you weren't the only one hiding stuff. He snapped because he's afraid, Noah. He's afraid for you and then you confronted him with the thing he fears most about me and... I guess it just pushed him over the edge."

Julian takes a step closer and rests a careful hand on Noah’s arm.

"He feels awful, Noah. We both do."

"I don't," Noah says, surprising myself. 

"You know, Dane told me that there's always a place for me here, a place in his Pack," he shakes his head. 

"Well I don't want it. Not if it's something he thinks he can take away from me every time I piss him off or if I have to buy it with blind loyalty. I'd rather be alone. I'd rather be with Ambrose."

"Noah, he didn't mean that. Of course you're Pack, you'll always be Pack. He..."

"No," Noah shakes his head again. 

"When Dane Chose you, you became Pack. Well, I've Chosen Ambrose and until he's Pack, too... neither am I. In the meantime, I suggest you tell Dane the truth because until you do, this..." he gestures at Julian. 

"Isn't going to resolve itself and I'm done helping you."

Noah walks away from him and gets back to his work and a moment later he hears the chimes on the door ring softly as Julian leaves.

Noah stays late and it's nearly evening by the time he says goodbye to Shanti and head home. 

By then, the mark on his face has faded to a light discoloration, barely noticeable against the caramel tone of his skin. 

He might not heal as fast as some Wolves but half a day is plenty to hide a bruise.

Again, he takes his time, walking slow. 

Unlike that morning, though, when he'd been too wrapped up in a confusion of pain to notice much else, he enjoys the fresh air, the slanting golden light of the early autumn sun and the scent of dry earth and hot pavement, interrupted now and then by a cool breeze carrying the aroma of the nearby forestland.

Dane's words and actions and Julian's betrayal, conscious or not, still sting but not as much as before. 

He might not have a pack but he has a home and someone who loves him and for now, that's all he needs.

As he approaches the old house, Dougal runs to meet him, barking a happy greeting from the other side of the low brick wall. 

Noah stops at the post box and opens it, pulling out a handful of mail and turn to open the little gate when an irregularly shaped envelope escapes the rest of the bunch and falls to the ground.

It's small and brown, the size and shape of a greeting card and Noah notes with surprise that it's addressed to him. 

He hasn't updated his residence anywhere official yet and he can't think of who might send him something in the mail. 

There's no return address and Noah’s is printed on an adhesive label rather than written by hand.

Curious, he tears open the envelope and pulls out the folded piece of paper within and then nearly drops it again in surprise.

It's from Thomas Flynn.

He scans it quickly and a weird, sick feeling lodges in his throat.

Noah, Please forgive me. I'm not a well man. I've done terrible things, and I know that I can't undo all the harm, but I'd like to try. Meet with me—please—and let me explain. I miss you, and I miss what we had together. Give me a chance to put things right, while I have time. Repentantly yours, Thomas.

Below Thomas’s name is the address of a local bar and the words... 

‘Tomorrow, 2 pm.’

Noah stares at the note for so long, the shadows have noticeably lengthened by the time he looks up from it again.

If he hadn't already received one 'Sorry, I'm sick and didn't mean to' apology today, he'd have torn the note to shreds, fed it to Dougal and then mailed it back to Thomas in the form of a shit.

Instead, he folds it into a little square and tucks it in his pocket, lets himself in through the gate and walks up the path to the house. 

The whole way, he has an unsettling feeling of being watched.

He doesn't know what he intend to do, yet. 

For one thing, there's the question of how Thomas knows where he lives. 

Then, there's the matter of what he wants and why. 

Maybe he's telling the truth and he's really had some life-altering change of hear, but Noah trusts that about as much as he'd trust a stone not to sink. 

Then again, the very idea that Thomas imagines he'd even consider speaking with him, after what he did...

Noah lets himself in the front door and notices that two unfamiliar pairs of shoes are arranged on the rack. 

Voices drift from the library on his left, one of which belongs to Ambrose but the others are as unfamiliar as the shoes. 

Noah sneaks past and makes his way upstairs, not at all prepared to pretend to be sociable.

In Ambrose's room...’their room’... he falls back on the bed with a sigh, rubbing the little bump of the folded note through the fabric of his pocket.

He can hardly judge Julian for keeping secrets from his Mate, when he’s keeping secrets from his, after being mated less than a day.

Noah resolves to tell Ambrose everything, as soon as they have a moment to themselves. 

In the meantime, he pulls out his cell-phone and opens his contacts.

There's one person who's always had his back, no matter what. 

The only problem is, he hates to ask a favor because Noah knows it will be recalled in the most humiliating, juvenile way imaginable.

It can't be helped.

He sighs once more, commit himself to some unknown, future torment and calls his sister, Freya Hunter.

[justjacob-elordi]

wackadoodle time with Jacob 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged

warnings: swearing, mention of blood and menstruation

I sat in the chair Jenkins had brought into the annex, knees tucked up to my chest as I looked over the information Cassandra had brought in. The clippings book lay open on her most recent mission. It had been quiet since she got back. Everyone finally had a moment to relax. The pain in my gut made me lean my head against my knees. A soft hand on my back made me breathe out shakily.

“I’m ok.” I said, lifting my head to meet jenkins’ eye. “I’m ok.” He nodded as Flynn came bounding into the room.

“Hello.” He said, smiling at Jenkins and kissing me on the cheek. I gave him a shaky smile as Jenkins withdrew to his section of the table.

“hi.” I whispered as Flynn perched on the arm of the chair. “What’s got you back so soon? Thought you were still looking for the library.” He shrugged as he tried to get me to lean into him. Instead, I winced and got up quickly. Realizing my mistake, I wrapped my arms around myself and hurried off to the bathroom. I could just hear Flynn ask Jenkins what was wrong with me.

“they’ve been in so much pain they’re nauseous.” I heard Jenkins say. I made it to the bathroom and pulled the trash can closer just in case. I inspected my jeans as I sat on the toilet, willing everything to stop. I frowned when I saw a patch of red on my underwear and slowly shuffled my way out of the soiled garments. Opening the door under the sink, I smiled to myself to see the replacement pairs the annex knew I needed.

“thanks.” I whispered to the empty room. After the pain and nausea had passed, I left the bathroom and made my way back. “Sorry.” I muttered as I took up my previous position. Flynn wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my head. Jenkins smiled softly at me and left the room.

“I’m going to say it aloud. Since we both know it.” Flynn started. “I don’t have much experience with this. My relationships never really turned this serious or lasted long enough that I…” he cleared his throat awkwardly. I rubbed his hand where it rested on my collarbone. “Jenkins filled me in. Why are you still working here if you are in that much pain? Go home. I would have come to you.”

“everyone else needed me.” I responded. “Jake is checking into something on his own. Ezekiel needs someone to stop him from stealing every priceless artifact. Cassandra…” I trailed off. “Jenkins always needs help cataloging and researching. Eve went off looking for you. And you…” Flynn kissed my head. “Someone had to be here to keep the light burning.”

“we’re going home.” He said softly. “Come on. Jenkins already fixed the door.” I took his hand and stood up slowly. “You’re going to have to help me through your routine and making sure that you feel ok. But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to help.” I nodded as Flynn set the dial and our apartment appeared on the other side of the door.

“thank you.” I muttered as Flynn and I walked through, being forced to bed as soon as we closed the door. Flynn kissed me softly again before running off to get whatever it was Jenkins had told him would help.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Beaches & Proposals - Noah Flynn

Noah x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 494

Requested: I just re watched the kissing booth and I was wondering if you could do a Noah Flynn x reader proposal image. Like Noah takes reader on a romantic beach date and proposes to her. - @meyocoko​

Authors Note: thank you for the request, sorry it took so long I’ve been writing and posting like crazy. Hope you like it! 

Masterlist

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“Where are we going?” Y/n asked as she noticed stuff tied up to the back of his motorcycle.

“You’ll find out.” Noah answered handing her her helmet with a mischievous glint in his eyes that did not go unnoticed by Y/n.

“Noah…” Y/n whined with a smile giving him her best puppy dog eyes, trying to get him to spill.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Noah smirked knowing she’ll love what he has planned. At least he hopes she does.

After a short ride, they finally got to their destination. Y/n looked up at him with a look of confusion and adoration. They live by the beach, he couldn’t tell her that, she thought? “The beach? You couldn’t tell me we were going to the beach?”

“Today is full of surprises.” Noah smiled down at her laughing at her words.

Noah layed out the blanket he packed and then unpacked everything else. The couple ate and laughed just talking and enjoying their time together. It was a cute little date, they even got to watch the sunset in some beautiful shades of orange next to the fire Noah had built them.

“This was a great date, Noah.” Y/n told him leaning her head on his shoulder, looking up at him through her lashes.

“It was, wasn’t it.” Noah smiled back in agreement but also in knowing. Knowing that he was gonna make the night even better in a minute.

“I love you, Noah Flynn.” she smiled leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

“I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n.” he stated kissing the top of her head before shifting the position they were in so he was kneeling in front of her instead. “There is something I still need to do before we leave.”

“An what’s that?” Y/n questioned with furrowed brows.

“You have been the love of my life since we were kids. I pinned after you for years but you never noticed.” Noah took a deep breath and pulled out the ring he picked out for her months ago. “So, I had to finally just come out and tell you. Very bluntly, might I add. We’ve been together since sophomore year, and we’ve been in college for 2 going on 3 now. I don’t see my future without you in it. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he finished looking at her with love and nerves. Waiting for an answer.

“Yes! Of course! Yes!” she answered with a huge smile upon her lips, with happy tears welling up in her eyes.

“I love you, future wife.” Noah said as he pulled her into a kiss after slipping the gorgeous ring on her finger. Sealing their soon to be fate.

“I love you too, future husband.” Y/n smiled looking at him in the eye’s admiring the man she fell in love with and would one day soon marry.

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[honeyeyedgal]

Call me Mama in a non sexual way PLEASE

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[frost-queen]

Sunkissed (Reader x Noah Flynn)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic​, @theletterhart​, @alex--awesome--22​, @elllie-does-the-posts​, @floatlosers​, @queen-of-books​, @merlieve​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​, @denkisclown​, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe​, @meyocoko​, @bubblybrianna​, @october-leaves​

Your phone rang as you let yourself fall onto your bed to reach for it. Scooping it up, rolled you over to your back. – “Hi!” – spoke you in a flirtatious tone. On the end of the call, heard you him chuckle loud. – “Got any plans, babe?” – you looked dreamy up to your ceiling, biting your lip. – “Not if that means you have something planned?” – you couldn’t help but smile. Not a second later heard you loud honking from downstairs. Gasping loud, jumped you up. You opened the window to look outside. Your eyes drifted down, meeting up with a smiling Noah. He removed his phone from against his ear, waving at you. 

You did the same, tugging your phone away. Noah was leaning against his motorcycle, an extra helmet on the backseat. – “Surprise!” – called he out, loud enough for you to hear. He was shouting so loud; you were worried he might disturb the neighbors. – “Noah!” – called you out, trying to shush him and control your laughter at the same time. He apologized, bringing his finger to his lips. He pulled himself better up, reaching for the extra helmet on his motor. He held it high in the air. – “You in?” – you nodded enthusiastically.

Quickly grabbing your purse, headed you out the door. Rushing down the stairs, knocked you almost one of the frames with a family photo in it. – “Y/n!” – your mom called out to you, having heard your heavy footsteps on the stairs. She came from the kitchen when you were at the door already. With the doorknob in your hand, hesitated you. – “I’ll be home before nightfall!” – said you with a soft chuckle. Your mother gasped surprised, astonished by you. You were about to run out the door as something held you back. You ran back to your mother, throwing your arms around her. – “Love you, mom!” – called you out, feeling her hands slip around you. 

She exhaled relieved, squeezing you tightly. – “That’s my girl.” – whispered she. You dropped your arms around her, stepping back. Your mother watching you leave, this time for real. She smiled pleasingly, a fond sparkle inside her eyes. She wished she could sometimes freeze time, taking in every moment with you, wanting it to burn in her mind. She also knew, seeing you grow was a gift to her. Almost off to college. If you just staid her little girl… just a little longer.

You spurted down the porch, running up to Noah. He had to steady himself when you threw your arms around him. Noah chuckled amusingly at the sight of you. You rested your feet back on the ground, giving him a giddy smile. – “What have you planned for me, big boy!” – your hand giving him a playful shove against his chest. – “Who says I planned something?” – You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing he was lying right through his teeth. – “Cause I know you.” – you stated, walking towards the back of his motorcycle. A grip around your wrist, pulled you right back. 

Noah swiped his hand over your shoulder, moving some hair aside, bringing his lips onto yours. You felt a bit of tongue when he kissed you passionately. Humming a bit from his touch, melted you. Both of you then laughed, your teeth touching each other, his lips still onto yours. Noah kissed you again, this time softer and gentle. Taking his time for his lips to part from yours. He then reached for the second helmet, handing it over to you. You placed the helmet on your head, Noah securing the strap around your chin for you. He patted the top of your helmet, making you cringe a bit in pain.

Noah swung his leg over the motorcycle, sitting in the front. You rested your hand on his shoulder, crawling on the seat behind him. – “Hold on tight, Y/n.” – called he out, turning the handle for power. In seconds were your arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Noah rode off, making you press your cheek against his back. Soon was he on the open road, riding on the highway. The sun felt delightful on your face. You leaned a bit back, letting it kiss you. Eyes closed and enjoying having the wind go through your hair. You even dared to stick one hand up, calling it out in pleasure. 

Noah chuckled, feeling your hand rest on his lower back. He reached for it, pulling it back to the front. Just how he liked it. For a moment were you clueless to where Noah was taking you. You knew it would be wonderous but having a hunch about it wasn’t that bad. Noah sped a bit up, going past cars. You turned your head to the side, seeing him go off the highway onto a quieter road. You curled up a smile, having a little hunch where he was going. You were right. On your right, spotted you the sea from afar. The sun reflecting on it, leaving a glittering on it. It was mesmerizing at this time of day. Although by sundown, it would even be more magical. Noah road the motorcycle till a parking lot in front of the beach.

You were the first one to hop off, taking in the view. Noah removed his helmet, admiring you for a moment. – “Content?” – he asked you, making you turn to him with a hum. He laughed as you approached him. – “I have the best boyfriend ever.” – teased you out, your lips inches away from his cheek. You then planted a kiss against it, sending a shiver up his spine. Noah removed your helmet, tugging it away. He extended his hand to you, making you hop joyful over to him to take it. His hand in yours, walked you down the road towards the beach. At the edge pulled you Noah to a stop. Standing on one foot, wanted you to remove yourself from your shoes. Feeling the soft sand underneath your feet and toes. No greater feeling. 

You dug your foot deep into the sand, pulling your other leg up. Noah sighed softly, looking around. – “Happy?” – questioned he with, a sneaky smirk on his face. You hummed, crunching your nose, showing him the wrinkles. Noah shook his head playfully, dragging you through the sand with him. The sun was blurring your vision for a bit, forcing you to half close your eyes. The closer you got to the sea, the more you realized the sand was rather hot. It started to feel unbearable, hissing at the warmth. Supporting on Noah’s hand, started you to hop around to avoid any long contact with the hot sand. – “What’s the matter Y/n?”

You glared at him for asking such a dumb question. It was obvious right. Your feet were burning on the hot sand. – “It’s hot!” – forced you out, hopping in place from one foot to another. Noah chuckled, letting go of your hand. He started to walk away from you, leaving you alone in your agony. – “Noah!” – shouted you out, hopping after him. You cursed for him to take off like that. Noah came to a stop, not moving. You hopped towards him, straight onto his back. He huffed loud, having to catch you before you would slide off. – “That was not what I had in mind.” – said he between his teeth. 

He had to balance himself a bit to keep you steady on his back. – “But it was what I had in mind.” – replied you, poking with your finger in his cheek. – “Good thing I love you.” – breathed he out, taking one careful step forward into the sand. – “Or else?” – daring him to finish that sentence. Noah held his tongue, making his way through the sand towards the sea. The sun high above you was radiating warmly. It made you lean back, wanting to rip those darned cloths off you. Noah let you slide of his back once he stood with his feet in wetter sand. That dark sand that got spewed on with water with every tide. Exhaling deep, brought you, your hands to your shirt. Slowly pulling it up. Noah widened his eyes, quirking his eyebrow up.

Your stomach was bare as Noah seemed to panic. – “What do you think you are doing?” – called he out, pulling your shirt back down. – “I’m going for a swim.” – answered you, confused to why he would act this way. He gritted his teeth, looking behind him. – “Not with those boys around.” – you looked past him, seeing in the distance some boys playing beach volleyball. – “You mean those boys?” – questioned you. Noah nodded as you whistled loud to them. That caught their attention as you waved flirtatious at them just to tease Noah. Noah turned green with jealously, grabbing you by the waist. – “Don’t tempt me!” – said he, glaring at you. 

You tilted your head a bit to the side, raising your eyebrow at him. – “Why? Jealous?” – whispered you out, bringing your face close to his. Noah clenched his jaw. You laughed at how easily he was jealous. To be fair underneath that bad boy façade, sheltered a boy who wants to be loved more then anything. Not wanting his heart to break as it might be the death of him one day. You kissed him to reassure him he was the only one for you. – “I do want to swim though.” – said you, turning towards the sea, Noah’s hands resting on your waist.

Noah lowered his head to your shoulder, whispering in your ear. – “Go ahead…” – it made you shudder with butterflies. - "I can’t wait to see you wet.” – you gasped, spinning around to slap him against his shoulder. – “Manners Flynn! Manners.” – called you out, seeing him grin.

Noah scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You squeaked it out, grabbing tightly onto him. He stared walking into the sea with you. The cold water crashing against his hips. He simply went through his knees, making you touch with the cold water as well. As a response screamed you loud at the sudden cold. The clear opposite from the hot sun. Noah let go of you, dropping you into the salt water. You went under, your body going up again. You sputtered out salty water, squeezing your eyes shut. Noah was laughing loud, finding it amusing as you started to cough. It was anything but amusing. 

A bit blind, slapped you, your hand on the water to splash at him. – “Not funny! Noah!” – called you out. Noah wrapped his arms around you, his cloths sticking to his muscles. – “I’m sorry Y/n, forgive me.” – said he with a smile on his face. Your cloths had a weight to them now since they were wet. From the tone in his voice, you knew he was still having a bit of fun in this. You decided to teach him a lesson. Pushing him off you. Noah sputtered confused when you started to swim away from him. You weren’t getting far as swimming with wet cloths was a bit harder. Noah came swimming after you, taking you in his arms.

“I caught myself a beauty!” – laughed he out, hoisting your body out of the sea. You tapped him against his shoulder. Noah exhaled deep, turning around with you. He started heading back for the beach. The water drenched down from his cloths as he got out of the water. He placed you carefully down in the sand. The sand immediately sticking onto every part of your body. Noah came hovering above you, moving some wet hair out of your face. Licking his lips, he prepared himself to indulge you into his kisses. 

He grinned, bringing his head down. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling your upper body a bit up to meet him in the middle. Your lips crashed onto his, tasting the saltiness of the sea. Both of you shuddered at the taste, not liking one bit of it. Noah rolled off you with a deep huff. His chest bouncing up and down. He closed his eyes, moving his arm underneath his head. You did the same, enjoying the warm sun on your face. The wet drops on your face melted into nothing. Leaving only the white granules of salt on your skin. Noah must have fallen asleep as he didn’t answer you calling out his name. You decided to leave it, dreaming away.

The sun started to set as you pulled yourself up. Touching your face, it felt warm. A soft blush spread across your cheeks and nose. You had been sunkissed. Poking Noah a bit, you wanted him to wake up. He hummed dozily, opening one eye. You came in his vision, making him pull his upper body up. He moved closer to you, wrapping your arms around your waist whilst resting his chin on your shoulder. He felt the hotness of your shoulders. The sun leaving it’s mark on you. – “You are burning up.” – mumbled he out, having closed his eyes again. You buried your feet in the sand, watching the glittering on the sea. 

The sun on the horizon, giving the sky an orange gleam. Noah opened his eyes, his head still laying on your shoulder. He exhaled content, admiring the sinking sun as well. It brought a smile on his face. You peeked at him, seeing him plant a gentle kiss on your shoulder. – “I love you Y/n.” – confessed he. You turned your head to him, forcing him to lift his head up. – “I love you too Noah Flynn.” – stated you, bringing your finger to his chin. Both of you smiled at each other in delight. Closing the space between you and him, kissed you him. Noah’s hand sliding down your knee.

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[multifandomgirl-us]

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[jadegrey711]

Hi, I absolutely love your Noah Flynn writes, so I though I should request one. If your could write one about Noah get jealous after someone flirts with reader and has jealous sex with her. If you could I should really appreciate it.

The Sweetest Torture

Noah Flynn x Fem!Reader

Credit for gif in the tags

A/N: Hi Anon! I hope you like this! This is probably going to be one of my last Noah Flynn pieces though because. The second movie honestly killed all inspiration for me for Noah and what little inspo i might have had for Marco as well. And I’m sure the third movie will kill it completely stone dead. Lol So i hope you like this!

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

Warnings; Mentions of vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, and crying through orgasm.

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake.

You were too sweet for your own good sometimes. Noah knew this as he took another swig of his beer as he watched you animatedly chatting with some random dude. Who couldn’t be bothered with what you were actually talking about instead he had just been staring at your tits for the past twenty minutes. 

And Noah was starting to feel jealous. Which was ridculous he knew that you loved him and that you were already prone to talking someone’s ear off when you got excited about something; and that tendancy gets cranked up to an eleven when your drunk. But nonetheless, he was jealous and it was high time that he squashed this guy and let him know who you belonged to. He took one last dreg of his beer and put it down on the countertop before he made his way over to you. 

The guy you were talking to, noticed Noah immediately as he approched the two of you, and put his hands around your waist. 

You let out a little gasp that he immediately felt in his dick. And you turned your face to his, giving him a big smile. “Noah!” you beamed at him. 

Oh yeah, you were most definitely plastered. 

He placed sweet kisses on your neck and you let out a soft moan. He was definitely hard now. 

You seemed to break away the spell that Noah was weaving as you snapped back to attention and smiled. “Noah. This is my new friend, Jacob! I was just telling him about this new series of books that I just finished!” 

“Oh yeah? And what does Jacob have to say about them?” Noah sneered behind your shoulder. 

“I- I” Jacob stuttered. 

Noah knew Jacob didn’t hear fuck all what you were telling him and that pissed him off further. That pang of jealousy grew in his chest at the fact that you even wasted a breath on this idiot let alone twenty minutes when you could have been with him, Noah would’ve held onto your every fucking word. Fuck, your the only reason he’s even read anything this past year. 

Well Noah is going to fix that little mistake, maybe teach you a little lesson that the only one who is worthy of your time and your wonderful energy was him. He smirked to himself as the idea formed in his mind, he kissed your neck again and he could feel the shiver run down your spine. Oh no, you would certainly be pliant enough for him to steal you away. 

“Well Jacob I’m sure you were absolutely wonderful company when you could actually meet Y/N’s eyes.” Noah snapped and Jacob knew he’d been busted, he would deal with him later but for now, he wanted you desperately to mark you up and remind you who you belonged to. 

You furrowed your brow at Noah’s comment but he didn’t give you time to speak as he said goodbye to Jacob and pulled you closer to his chest to lead you away from the party and up to his room. Let Lee and El deal with the mess, he’s got more important things to take care of tonight. 

By the time Noah had gotten you upstairs, plying you with kisses on your neck, jaw and sucking your earlobe as he whispered dirty things into it; you were a giggling mess as you flopped onto his bed. A sight he revels in every time he sees it; and one day he swears he’s going to keep you there. 

Noah comes closer to the bed and puts his hands on your thighs, and you ceased your giggles to watch as his hands trail up your thighs. 

Noah let out a low hum. “I love you in my bed.” 

“Oh yeah? You planning to have your wicked way with me, Noah?” You giggled, still too drunk to sense the danger you’re in and how he was planning on doing exactly that and then some. 

“You seem to forget that you’re already in my bed, Y/N.” He purred as he leaned over your body and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. Before you felt the grip of his hands on your thighs tighten and pull you harshly towards him. “I can do whatever I want with you.” He smirked as you pulled him back down to your lips, giving him a deep and passionate kiss while Noah worked on the button and zipper of your jeans. But not before he rubbed his fingers against your clothed core, the tight denium rubbing against your clit in a delicous manner. 

“Oh button.” Noah moaned. “ I can already feel you growing wet through your jeans.” 

His fingers, pressed harder agaisnt your core, eanring a low moan from you. “Please Noah please.” You begged so sweetly that Noah was simply itching to give you what you want and rip off your clothes and bury himself inside of you. But he had a plan. 

“What do you want, button? You have to use your words.” 

“Touch me please.” 

Noah chuckled. “ I am touching you.” 

You whined and thrusted your hips up into his hand. “Without my clothes.” You whimpered. 

“You’re so naughty, baby. Alright. I’ll give you what you want, becuase you asked so sweetly.” He said kissing your neck before he finished undoing your zipper and yanked your pants off, finding that your were bare underneath your jeans. “Oh, you really are a naughty girl.” He groaned as his thumb went to your swollen clit and rubbed small circles, watching in delight as you writhed underneath his minstrations. 

Noah sucked marks into your neck and collarbone as he pushed two fingers into you, make your back arch as he curled them in a ‘come hither’ motion. “You going to come for me already?” 

“Noah.” you moaned. 

“Come for me princess. Make a mess of my fingers and show me that you’re all mine baby.” 

His words were enough to push you over the edge and Noah felt you deliciously clench his fingers as you came undone under him. He stroked you softly through your aftershocks, watching as you slowly came down from your high.

“Are you ready for me, button?”

“Yes, Noah please.”

You didn’t need to say anything else as Noah pulled his fingers out of you, and began to strip and you doing to the same. Quickly ripping off your shirt and watched as Noah pulled off his jeans and boxers before he was completely bare to you. His cock was hard and resting against his stomach as he came back closer to the bed. He admired you the same way you were admiring him, as if it was the first time again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He purred, crawling up your body, lavishing you with kisses as he positioned himself at your entrance. In the next moment he was inside you, filling and stretching you out.

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You didn’t know how much time had passed nor how many orgasms Noah had pulled out of you since you started. What you did know is that you had grown oversensitive after the third one, but Noah hadn’t stopped. He had you on your hands and knees now; stomach pressed against the bed as he thrusted mercilessly into you, lavishing your back and shoulders with kisses and harsh sucks that you knew would leave marks all over your body; and you had a feeling that Noah wanted it that way. He whispered soft and dirty things in your ear as he thrust into wildly, hopefully meaning that he was close to his own release and he would release you from this sweet torture that you had no idea why he was inflicting on you in the first place.

You felt tears start to fall down your cheeks at your approaching orgasm and how the barrier between pain and pleasure was becoming blurred, with each new orgasm.

“Please Noah!” You cried. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes you can baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “Do you know how upset I was that you were wasting your time talking to that idiot when you could have been with me?”

“W-who?” You moaned out as his middle finger went back to your clit earning another fresh batch of tears from you.

Noah chuckled. “Doesn’t matter now sweetheart. But I want you to remember this that I am the only one who deserves your attention, your love.” He said sucking on your other shoulder until he was happy with the mark he left there. “I hate sharing you with the world, button. Nobody deserves your love but me. And nobody, nobody can make you cry such beautiful tears like I can. So remember that the next time you decide to give your attention to someone else.”

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[kaznejis]

We’re on the borderline- Marco Peña x Reader

Oneshot: Marco and Y/N are in a relationship- but what happens when Marco begins to pull away in favour of Elle?

Word count: 3,295

A/N: Title is a lyric from ‘borderline’ by tame impala! Enjoy :)

Things had started to happen. You had noticed it, of course you had. But your relationship with Marco had too many foundations built from trust and love for silly attributes like less intimacy and cancelled plans to take any form of a toll.

It couldn’t have began on a more convenient day either- you had been mad at your boyfriend. That kind of anger that twisted in the pits of your belly and made you want to tear your hair out. 

“You’re joking?”

“No.” Marco shrugged, placing his tray down onto the table as you moved to sit opposite him, “I’m not.”

“You’re taking part in a-” You paused and ran your hands over your face, “You’re taking part in a kissing booth?”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“Are you forgetting something Marco?”

Marco looked up from his food then, one eyebrow raised as he twirled one of his curls around his index finger, “What?”

“Me?” You huffed out an incredulous laugh, almost embarrassed of the fact that you had to have this conversation with your own boyfriend, “You know, the fact that you do actually have a girlfriend?”

“Babe,” Marco began, sighing as he reached across the table to intertwine your fingers with his, “You know it doesn’t mean anything? You’re the one I’m going home to in the end.”

You batted his hands away, “One, you know I hate when you call me that and two have you lost your mind? You seriously think I’m just going to be filled with joy at the thought of you kissing hundreds of other girls?”

“It’s for charity?” Marco inputted almost guiltily, “And I have too, I lost an arcade game to Elle Evans which means I have no choice but to take part.”

You scoffed at the mention of Elle’s name, Rachel had spent countless nights complaining to the girl about you both over the phone and in person- from what you could tell the girl had little to no boundaries and couldn’t see outside of her own bubble. If that wasn’t enough to make you grimace at the mention of her name, the fact that she had openly thirsted over your boyfriend over the intercom just a number of days prior sent a swirl of fury into the pit of your stomach.

“Why were you even with her? You know what people say about her Mar.”

“She came up to me,” Marco defended, holding up his hands in an act, “And, hey, she’s actually a cool girl if you get to know her.”

“Whatever,” You cleared up your rubbish and finished up with the last of your food, “Hey I’m gonna head down to the library to do some studying before class.”

“Nerd,” Marco grinned before standing up next to you and pulling you into a kiss, “We’ll talk about this later. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled- feeling instantly at ease in Marco’s arms as he stroked a stray hair away from your forehead, “Come over later?”

“‘Course.”

You pulled away then, sharing one last smile as you retreated towards the exit to the cafeteria. You watched as Marco lowered himself back into his seat and Lee Flynn sped towards his table brandishing a pair of crutches. What could he want?

-

You didn’t see much of Marco for the remainder of the school day and you didn’t have any form of conversation with him until later that night. You were curled up in bed wearing a set of comfy pajamas with some music playing in the background, you decided to shoot Marco a text since he hadn’t made any point of making use of your invitation earlier.

You (19:34): Hey are you still coming over tonight?

You didn’t receive a reply until around 20 minutes later- and the words displayed on the screen caused you to furrow your eyebrows slightly.

Mar <3 (19:56): Hey, sorry can’t tonight something came up- will come over tomorrow though.

Sighing, you switched your phone screen off and turned to switch your tv on, may as well make use of the silence. Though, before you could make any move to do so your phone began to vibrate beside you; displaying the words “Rachel”.

“Hey what’s up?”

“I see Elle has begun to take away your time with Marco too.”

“What?” You sat up in bed, pressing the phone closer to your ear, “What are you talking about Rachel?”

“Oh god,” Rachel whispered, obviously assuming you knew what she was talking about, “Um, well- Lee told me that Marco had replaced him in helping Elle win this weird dance competition thing or whatever.”

“Weird Competition- Rachel I have no idea what you mean.”

“Basically, Lee and Elle were taking part in a dance competition revolving around that arcade game they always play,” You knew the one, Marco had recently beat the high score, “Well Lee fell of the machine or something, I don’t know he won’t tell me the full story, so today he convinced Marco to take his place and work with Elle.”

You scrubbed at your eyes with your fingers, trying to grasp the situation. “You have got to be joking.”

“I’m really sorry Y/N.”

“It’s fine, I had to find out somehow.”

“Hey,” Rachel said sternly, “Stop with the mopey voice. Honestly? There’s probably nothing to worry about, Marco is obsessed with you- anybody could see that from a mile away.”

“Thanks Rachel...well at least you have time to be with Lee now.”

“Yeah,” She laughed, “I didn’t mean for it to affect you though, I’ll have to talk to him.”

“You do that,” You laughed with matched enthusiasm, “I’m going to go- I’ll update you if anything happens.”

“You better.”

After a few more giggles between you two- you said your goodbyes. Despite Rachel’s reassurance, you laid in bed that night with an uncomfortable feeling in your gut. You really didn’t like this.

-

The next morning you greeted Lee and Rachel as they pulled into the car park- they both wore matching grins as they sauntered towards you with their hands clasped together.

“Hey Y/N!” They both greeted enthusiastically, swinging their hands between them.

“You guys look happy.” You beamed as you leaned into the greeting hugs they both offered you.

“We are going on a date tonight,” Rachel sang, looking up at Lee with a look that could only be described as fond as she did.

“Yep,” Lee cut in, “I’m taking her to the new drive-in since my car was literally made for that kind of thing.”

“That sounds lovely,” You said excitedly, almost jumping on the spot with awe at the couple. Even so, you felt a tad bit sad at the thought of Marco rejecting your plans for Elle last night.  

The two must have noticed your change in mood as Rachel moved towards you and squeezed your shoulder, “Heard from Marco?”

“No,” You replied dejectedly, supplying her with a sad smile, “I haven’t.”

“I’m really sorry,” Lee mourned, chewing on his lip as he stared at you, “I just wanted to have time with Rachel. I didn’t realise doing so would affect you too.”

“Hey, hey,” You shook your head, ruffling Lee’s hair, “It’s okay. You guys need time alone and maybe a little bit of distance will be a positive thing,” You attempted to convince yourself, “The competition’s weeks away which means I’ll have him all to myself until then.”

“About that,” Lee grimaced as he scratched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “This is, like, really important to Elle. So important that she wants to have rehearsals pretty much every day in preparation for the competition.”

Screwing your eyes shut, you blew out a breath and willed your eyes to stop watering at the news, “God, why can’t she stick to her own boyfriend.” You snorted wetly, turning as you pressed the palms of your hands to your face.

“Well, he’s kind of across the country-”

“I don’t care!” You snapped, spinning towards the couple causing them to recoil, “If she has a boyfriend she should work on her own issues instead of leeching onto others.”

Rachel pressed a hand to her mouth as she physically willed herself to stop laughing, but Lee looked almost angry, “Y/N I think you’re forgetting that we’re talking about my best friend here.”

“Yeah? Well tell her to fuck off.” You snapped again before turning towards your car and unlocking it.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Rachel called as she jogged after you, Lee having gone towards the school entrance now, “Calm down. It’ll be okay.”

“Sure.” You huffed, wiping your face as you climbed into your car, “Because my boyfriend keeping me in the dark about all this is just splendid.”

“It’s not ideal, I know.” She reached into the car and grabbed your free hand, “But you need to come into school before we’re late.”

“I’m not going,” You let go of her hand and slammed the door shut, “I don’t want to see Marco right now.”

“Y/N-” But before she could say anything else you were already driving out of the parking lot.

-

Curled up in bed an hour later, you realised that you probably had been a little overdramatic. Though, you had every right to be! Marco had deliberately not told you about the fact that he would be hanging out with Elle for the next month and to add onto that he was also taking part in a kissing booth. You groaned into your pillow and listened as the discarded phone beside you once again began to buzz. Becoming annoyed by the relentless noise, you picked up the phone to see who was calling you now. Surprise filled you as ‘Mar <3’ filled the screen. The call ended before you could answer, giving you a view of the texts that filled your lock screen.

Mar <3 (9:34): Hey where are you??

Rachel (9:43): Hope you’re okay and got home safe. Marco’s worried about you if it makes you feel any better ;)

Lee (9:46): Sorry about earlier, you know me and Elle are close.

Mar <3 (9:48): Y/N what’s going on? Rachel won’t tell me what’s happened.

Mar <3 (9:51): Sweetheart??

Smiling sadly, you read through about 20 different texts from Marco that entailed the same kind of theme. Looking at the time, you noted that Marco would be on break right now. So you sucked up your pride and called him. Of course, he picked up immediately.

“Y/N is that you? What’s happening? I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” You replied slowly, your voice devoid of emotion, “I didn’t want to come in today.”

“What?” Marco replied sounding baffled, “I’m really worried now, this is so unlike you.”

You shook your head, tapping your fingers against your phone case, “Yeah, well it’s unlike you to keep secrets from me.”

“Secrets? What?”

“Elle. The competition. Rehearsals,” You listed, “Why would you keep all that from me?”

“What? Me and Elle are just friends.”

“Well why would you keep this from me? What do you have to hide Marco?

“Nothing!” Marco sounded desperate, “There is nothing going on. Believe me.”

You sighed loudly, “Alright. I believe you Mar.”

“Thank god,” He sighed too, though his sounded almost relieved, “I love you Y/N. Nobody else.”

“I love you too.” You whispered into the receiver.

“Good.” You could practically hear Marco’s grin through the phone, “Let’s go out tonight, we’ll have a nice dinner with no distractions or responsibilities.”

“I would love that.” You blushed, chewing on your already-raw lips, “The usual place at 6?”

“The usual place at 6.”

-

At 5:45, you settled onto a bench outside of the restaurant- adorning a dark blue summer dress and black flats. You were surprised to see that Marco wasn’t already outside of the restaurant, your boyfriend had a tendency to be early to dates out of nerves and enthusiasm. You had always found it adorable.

At 6, there was still no sign of Marco. You weren’t worried though as he was probably just running late. The LA traffic was considerably busier that night- yeah, he was probably just stuck in traffic. You decided to busy yourself with a game on your phone whilst you awaited his arrival.

At 6:30, dread and horror began to seize you as you realised that you had in fact been stood up. The worker standing by the door was beginning to send you pitiful looks. Swearing, you gathered up your belongings and began the trek to the nearest bus stop as you were expecting to go to Marco’s house after the date.

“Y/N!” You turned, being met with the sight of Marco running down the street in a red shirt and sweatpants.

“No way.” You mumbled angrily, turning to make a hasty getaway. Your boyfriend reached you before you could.

“I am so sorry,” He panted, grabbing onto your shoulders and making direct eye contact, “I was with Elle and we completely lost track of time. I'm so sorry.”

“Of course you were,” You nodded as you wiped a few stray tears, “You left me sitting here so you could play arcade games with another girl all night.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t.” You were sobbing now, out of pure embarrassment and shame, “I’m going home.”

“Please Y/N, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

-

You ran right back into his arms, of course you did. Nevertheless, he didn’t get any better. Dates went from happening at least twice a week to once a fortnight as he stood you up at almost every one. You guys stopped talking apart from a few texts a day. You were devastated as you watched the person you loved choose Elle Evans before you time and time again. So, as anyone else in this situation would, you decided to let him go.

“Hey,” Marco smiled as he let you in and smacked a wet kiss onto your cheek, “I was just about to invite you over actually as I’m free today.”

“Oh, cool.” You pursed your lips, unable to look Marco in the eye, “I actually came to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” Marco closed the door and walked towards you, “What’s up?”

“I-” You began, staring down at the floor as you mustered up the courage to say what needed to be said, “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too.”

“No, Marco. I think-” You paused, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks as you began to cry, “I think we should break up.”

“What?” Marco spoke quietly, his eyes also began to fill with glossy tears, “Why?”

“You never have time for me Marco. We barely talk or spend time together, it feels like we aren’t even together anymore.”

“No Y/N please. I’ll change and I’ll be better to you. I’ll make up any lost time. Please don’t.” He began to sob, his eyes wide as he begged you to stay.

“I’m sorry, you’ve already said that and nothing has changed.”

“Please,” Marco begged as he sunk to his knees, “What did I do wrong?”

“Elle happened.” You closed your eyes, turning away from him, “You’ve been blowing me off for her for weeks now how could you not realise?”

“Oh god.” He moaned, wiping the tears from his face, “I didn’t even notice, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry Marco,” You sobbed, walking towards the door, “But we need this break.”

-

“So you really did it, huh?” Rachel handed you a mug of hot chocolate and rubbed your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah,” You sniffed, sipping the hot chocolate slowly and allowing it to fill the cold within.

“It’ll get better, I promise- knowing the two of you you’ll probably be back together within the week.”

“Probably.” You laughed wetly, dabbing the corners of your eyes with the hoodie you had stolen from Marco months ago. A knock sounded at the door before Rachel could reply.

“Wonder who that is,” She inquired, to which you shrugged at numbly. You were not interested in talking to anyone else right now.

“Is Y/N here?” You heard Elle’s shrill voice at the door to which you tipped your head back and groaned at. Seriously?

“Hello Elle.” You grumbled as she stormed into the room, her face flushed red and determined.

“You have to take Marco back.”

“Excuse me?”

“He has been a mess this whole week since you broke up with him Y/N. It’s really sad to watch.”

“Sure he is.” You snorted at the thought of Marco even missing you, you were surprised him and Elle hadn’t immediately gotten together.

“He really is,” Elle replied with determination, “He started crying the other day and spilled about everything...I’m really sorry.”

Your heart broke at the thought of Marco being genuinely sad, it seemed that he had been feeling exactly the same as you since the breakup. You had been in bits the last week; getting barely any sleep and having a considerable lack of appetite. That’s how you had ended up at Rachel’s craving some form of affection that Marco had not been there to provide you before and since the breakup.

“It’s okay,” You sighed as you placed the half-finished mug on the table beside you and chewed your nail, “You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m working on being more aware,” Elle smiled and lowered herself onto the couch beside you, “Will you give him another chance though?”

You sighed and looked over at the girl beside you, a sad smile covering your face, “I don’t know Elle.”

“Listen to me,” Elle turned towards you and grasped your hands, “He is so in love with you and would die for another chance with you. You’re the love of his life and it would be sad if such a beautiful relationship ended like that.”

“She’s right.” Rachel cut in from the entrance to the room, “And you’re just as much a mess without him as he is without you.”

“Alright.” You smiled at both of the girls, “I’ll go over tonight.”

-

Hugging the hoodie tighter against yourself, you waited for someone to answer the door. After a moment or two, Marco pulled open the door and shock painted his face as soon as his eyes landed upon you. Elle hadn’t lied, Marco looked like shit- black bags sunk beneath his eyes and his skin was uncharacteristically pale.

“Hey.” You gulped, chewing on your lip harshly, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” Marco croaked, stepping aside so you could enter. You walked into the familiar house and beelined towards the couch and watched as Marco followed you, a sad but guarded look covered his features.

“You want a drink?” He asked, standing awkwardly in front of you as he turned his wrinkled shirt.

“No, I’m okay,” You mumbled, “I wanted to talk to you about-”

“I love you.”

Your head shot up and your mouth dropped, you stared at the boy before you with glistening eyes as he slowly made his way towards you, “W-what?”

“I love you Y/N. I never stopped loving you and if you could give me a second chance-”

It was your turn to cut him off as you lunged forwards and coaxed him into a passionate kiss filled with love, longing and passion, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” You cried as you pressed kiss after kiss upon his gorgeous face, “I missed you”

He pulled back then and stared into your eyes, cupping your cheeks and smiling so widely that a set of crinkles tugged at the corners of his eyes, “I missed you too. So much.”

-

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