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I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT COMES AFTER THE CLIFFHANGER. THE MUCH ANTICIPATED TURN OF THE TABLES. I’m really excited to see how he handles it. If he’s stubborn, if he’s disciplined and obedient and will try to be for you what he asks from you,… there’s so many ways it could go, but if he loves you enough to drop to his knees… 🫦 Just wanna give him a little taste of his own medicine okay!!!!!
I'm so excited too!
I already have most of it mapped out in my head. I just need to put it down in the doc...
Let's just say Noah starts off a bit stubborn and unsure and then becomes the most obedient boy ever ;)
Series Summary: Bad Decisions is a notorious kink club in town owned by four best friends who started it after their garage band never really took off. They enjoyed working together and had other interests that aligned so they pursued a different avenue. Grace, your best friend, works as a bartender and just happens to set you up with a membership to the club.
Chapter Warnings: explicit language, angst...and lots of it
Word Count: 6,418
Read on AO3
Note: This is incredibly angsty, but is important for what is coming next! I really hope this was worth the wait. Enjoy!
Two weeks. 14 days. That’s how long it’s been since the last time I saw Noah, or heard from him in any capacity.
He brought me home that night, walked me to my room, gently pushed me down into the mattress, and covered me in the sheets. I don’t remember it all, but I know I begged him to stay. I know I reached out, wrapped my hand around his massive wrist, and pleaded with tears in my eyes and a hole growing wider in my heart with every passing second.
“Just sleep,” he said, voice soft yet raw with the aftereffects of the night. “We can talk about it after you wake up.”
Except he wasn’t here. I tore the entire apartment apart the moment I realized he was gone. Maybe I’m just like him—so enthralled with the way he makes me feel that I’ve become obsessed and destructive. I always knew I had it in me.
Sometimes, he feels like a ghost. I swear I can hear his voice, ringing in my ears or bouncing against the walls of my bedroom. There’s a lingering sensation against my skin as if he’s right next to me, running his calloused fingers against goosebumps and fresh bruises. There are moments where my body aches as if he has just finished using me, just finished reminding me of who and what I am. When that happens, no amount of boiling hot showers and freshly washed sheets can remove him from my mind.
Other times, I’m convinced I never met him at all. He’s not just a distant memory. No, he’s just a facade, a dream, a horrible joke that has gone on for too long. I let myself believe in something that was never really there. I put all my faith in a bad prayer.
He has seeped into every single part of me as if he has found a way to rewrite my chemistry, change the stardust and particulates underneath the cracks in my skin. I will never again be who I was before him. I’m someone who knows what it feels like to be his, and that’s all I will ever be.
Every single night when Grace comes home from work, I look up from the spot on the couch that is indented and formed around my body from days spent in the same exact spot, and she simply shakes her head at me. There’s no need for words.
Noah hasn’t been to work since they reopened. No one will speak of him. Grace swears she has asked, and I believe her. She says they are all acting as if nothing has happened. No one answers her questions, no one checks up on me. My entire world has been turned upside down, and yet, no one else seems to care. Everyone else moves on, and I’m stuck in the orbit of someone who no longer exists.
I haven’t tried to go back to Bad Decisions. I don’t even know if my membership will work anymore. Grace seems to think they wouldn’t dream of removing my access. I know that Noah regrets every second spent, especially after he gave up so much. He showed his hand too early and is now paying the price. Who wouldn’t resent the person who caused such a terrible thing? I can’t exactly blame him.
I stare down at his contact in my phone. It feels like a trap. I haven’t used it once since he added it here. I haven't had a need to. Things have been good until now. And even if I tried, he wouldn’t answer. There’s no need when his actions speak volumes.
Here’s the thing, though. No matter how hard he’s trying to push me away, it won’t work. I won’t let him go this easily, not after everything we’ve experienced together.
As I lock my phone and toss it onto the pile of pillows at the other end of the couch, the door opens. I don’t bother to lift my head, and neither does Sabbath, who is curled up against my side. I’ve been petting him idly, listening to him purr. It’s been somewhat soothing.
“Hey, Gracie.”
She doesn’t immediately respond. My brows furrow at the sound of her kicking off her shoes and the way they echo against the hardwood floors. Her keys clatter as they hit the counter of the kitchen island. There’s light patter as she walks like she’s trying not to startle me. I use the arm of the couch to push myself up and look over my shoulder. Strawberry blonde hair covers Grace’s face as if she just pulled out her work ponytail. She blows strands away as she looks at me.
“Babe,” she murmurs, walking toward the couch.
The second I see the look on her face, I immediately feel it. That pit in my stomach is opening wide to swallow me whole. I know what she’s going to say. And I move, jumping off the couch and looking around me for the first semblance of an outfit. Sabbath skitters at my movement, springing off the couch and finding a place to hide.
I watch him before going back to my search. I’ve got to find something to wear, and I’ve got to get down to the club as soon as possible. I’ve been practically living out here, and I don’t know when the last time I did laundry was, so most of what I like to wear is strewn over the kitchen table chairs, or in a pile on the rug underneath the coffee table.
“Hey,” Grace says, putting a hand on my shoulder and forcing me to still my movements. I reluctantly meet her gaze.
“I have to go,” I say breathlessly. “I have to see him.”
“No,” she starts, slowly moving to sit us both down on the couch. Once I'm seated, she plops her hands in her lap and nervously fidgets with the ring on her right middle finger. I haven't seen it before now. I stare at it as she blows out a breath and look up when she speaks again. “You need to think this through. Guard your heart.”
I blink. “What are you talking about? No one has seen him in two weeks, and suddenly he’s just back at work? I need to talk to him, figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“There’s a reason you haven’t heard from him. I know for a fact that all of those assholes have seen him, and I am certain he told them all to lie so that I couldn’t help you keep tabs on him. He doesn’t want you to know anything. I only saw him by accident.”
“Accident?”
She nods solemnly. “I went up to the office looking for—” she cuts herself off and swallows hard before continuing. “Someone else. I didn’t knock or anything, and he was sitting at the desk with all sorts of paperwork everywhere. The second he saw me, he tried to cover it all up. He begged me to leave, to pretend like I didn’t see him. He knew I was going to come home and tell you. There’s no way he didn’t immediately bail.”
“I don’t care. If I leave now, maybe I can still catch him.”
With that, I swing my legs off the side of the couch and move to stand up once again. Grace stops me, reaching for my hand to keep me in place. I whip my head to look at her, emotions clawing their way up my throat in place of words.
“I need you to listen to me. Please,” she says.
I stare at her, eyes trailing down the contortion of her brows, the hard lines etched with concern, the purse of her lips. It’s enough to make me blow out a shaky breath, shoulders slumping as my back hits the couch cushion again.
“Okay,” I whisper, conceding.
She squeezes my hand, and I know whatever she’s about to say is going to sting.
“I know you’re hurting. I know you want some answers to figure out what the fuck is going on. But Noah has made his choices. He left you that night and hasn’t made an effort to come back. Is that what you want for yourself? Someone who just gives up on you when things get hard?”
No, of course not. But that’s not what he’s doing. He’s protecting himself and everything he's created. I am just caught in the aftermath. I press my lips together and shake my head. There’s no use arguing with her.
“I love you so much,” Grace whispers, her voice cracking. “I hate watching this happen to you. I was the one who pushed you to join the club, to get into a relationship with someone. I just wanted you to let go, to be happy. I wanted you to finally put yourself first. You gave up everything to follow me out here and start fresh. You built your photography business from the ground up, and you took over my lease when I was drowning in debt. You’ve done all of these things for me and the club was supposed to be my way of giving something to you. I never thought…”
She swallows hard, desperately blinking away tears that sting her eyes. Grace isn’t a crier. The last time I saw her like this was the night Jack forced himself on me. And it had been many years before then. I squeeze her hand, and she shudders, pushing it all back to keep talking.
“I don’t want to watch you throw it all away for someone who can’t even be there for you. He chose himself.”
“He chose the club, his livelihood. You can’t be mad at him for that,” I plead. I’m not surprised that I’m defending him, but Grace certainly is. She balks, pushing herself against the arm of the couch.
“You’re right, but I can be mad at him for how long he has kept this up.”
“What?”
Grace sighs, dropping my hand to run her own through her hair. “The night you were sick, he told me he’d do anything for you. He said he’d burn Bad Decisions down. And for a fucking second there, I actually believed him.”
My breath catches in my throat. “He said that?”
She nods. “He did. He’s…intense, isn’t he?”
I blow out a sad laugh as I nod. “He is. But Grace, that’s why I love him.”
A weight should instantly be lifted off my shoulders the moment those words finally leave my lips. But instead, I just feel heavier, like I’m sealing my fate.
Grace doesn’t even flinch. “I know you do. But maybe it’s time you let him go.”
“I can’t. I need to see him, to figure out how to fix this. He’ll never admit it, but he needs my help, needs me.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I’m not,” I laugh coldly. “I’m not sure at all. But I owe it to myself, and to our relationship, to try.”
“But do you actually owe it to Noah? You've given so much, and what has he done? It feels like he just takes and takes and takes from you.”
“How can you not see it?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Grace opens her mouth and shakes her head, completely at a loss for words. It’s almost comical that this is what finally makes her think the way I do. I reposition myself closer to her on the couch and continue.
“How can you not see that I take more than he does? He comes into our room every weekend and does exactly what he knows I want. He puts all of himself into the hours we spend. I mean, can you imagine the pressure of someone giving you complete control? Knowing there’s a chance you can fuck it all up or hurt them? It’s not just about sex. It’s about trust. And there is no one else in this world I trust as much as him.”
Not even you. I don’t say it, but we both feel it hanging heavy in the air between us.
“How can you continue to trust him when he left you? You were drunk off your ass only an hour after being assaulted, and he just tucked you into bed and disappeared. And you can still talk about him like he’s some God.”
I’ve never been one to worship any God or to give myself to a single ideal. I’ve always thought for myself and tried my best to make decisions based on what I think is right. Growing up, Grace and I would talk about relationships and boys. We’d always declare that we wouldn’t ever let one come between us. Things were simple back then. That was before adulthood and real responsibilities and way before Bad Decisions and Noah.
There’s nothing wrong with still trusting someone after they’ve hurt you. It’s about their intentions, about what they do to fix it in the aftermath.
Hurt flashes over my face. “How can you say that to me?”
Grace’s eyes widen, and she reaches for me. I flinch away, standing up and crossing my arms for my chest to shield myself.
“You aren’t listening to me, Grace. Noah is no God. He’s a man, and he makes mistakes. We all do. I know there is more to this. I know Noah did what he did for a reason. It took months for him to tell me the smallest things about himself. Do you honestly think he’d let me in about something this big? He’s pushing me away because he doesn’t want me to get hurt. But loving someone fucking stings, especially with someone like Noah. I don’t care. I want it all. With him. And I am going to that stupid bar, and I am figuring this out. There’s nothing you can say that’s going to make me change my mind.”
“Fuck,” she groans, running a hand over her face. “I’m sorry.”
I offer her a small smile. “I know you are. But I’m not. I have to do this.”
“I know you do,” she says as she drops her hands and looks at me with soft eyes. For just a moment, it feels like we’re kids again. “Just call me if you need me, okay? And take my car.”
This time, my smile is real as it pulls at my lips and spreads over my cheeks. I lean forward, grabbing at Grace’s face to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Then, I scramble, desperately looking for clothes again. All the piles on the living room floor are mostly pajama shorts and oversized T-shirts, nothing I’d want to wear to Bad Decisions, no matter the circumstance. I clamber into my room and freeze in place the second I reach my closet. The perfect outfit pops into my mind only seconds before I see it. The only dress Noah ever directly commented on and told me to wear again. It's red, just like all the rest of them. The spaghetti straps tie into bows on my shoulders, and the asymmetrical hem exposes my right leg. While I don’t feel the confidence I should as I put this on, I know it’s the right choice. When everything is on the line, it’s best to fake it until I make it.
After I throw myself together, I head out before I get the chance to second-guess my decision. The drive feels like a blur. The route is so familiar, and the closer I get, the more dread sets in. I park in a lot that’s a short walk away, just to keep Grace’s car from being recognized, and start walking.
Everything has changed. The building is exactly the same, but nothing else is. Davis doesn’t open the door for me. Instead, he steps in front of the handle, his expression shifting into one of turmoil.
“You know I can’t let you in,” he says softly.
“Do I know that?” I challenge.
He chews the inside of his cheek. I know he’s weighing his options. Part of me has always been aware of everyone’s loyalty to Noah, but it’s moments like this that remind me just how deep it goes.
“I have strict instructions to turn you away.”
I steel my expression, desperate to keep a single one of these men from knowing just how hurt I really am. “What’s he gonna do? Fire you? Please,” I scoff as I roll my eyes.
Davis shuffles on his feet, eyes darting to the busy street around us. People shuffle past me as I stand in the middle of the sidewalk, but I plant my feet and stand tall, pointing my chin. I’m not budging until that door opens.
When he finally looks back at me, Davis’ eyebrows furrow, and he sighs, rummaging around in his pocket.
I look between his face and his busy hand. “What are you doing?”
“Oh look,” he says as he pulls the keys out, then promptly turns his hand over and opens it, letting them drop to the ground with a metallic clatter. “I dropped something.”
I giggle at the sight of the discarded keys on the ground and reach my foot out to kick them even further from the door. “And I accidentally pushed them away. Silly me.”
“What a shame,” Davis sighs dramatically, stepping away from the door and bending over. I look back at the door that is now completely unguarded and waste no time hurrying past him.
The handle feels heavy in my hand, grounding me in reality. I haven’t taken any action so far. I’ve waited this long. Why? I don’t know. Out of fear, maybe. I’ve been paralyzed by the weight of everything that has happened to me. So many moments where I have had no control, and now that I finally have it, I don’t know what to do with it. But I’m going to try to take matters into my own hands.
I yank the door open and walk as it closes behind me, a gust of air hitting my bare back as it seals. The interior feels cold, even in the warm, dim light, but I ignore it as I make my way to the front desk.
Nicholas moves slowly as if I’m an animal he’s trying not to scare. I watch as he steps out from behind the front desk and moves to guard the only way in or out of the front lounge. If he thinks he’s going to stop me from going inside, he’s a fucking idiot. It’s going to take a lot more to keep me from Noah. I walk up to him, barely giving him any sort of space.
“Where is he?” I ask.
Nicholas’s expression is schooled, arms crossed over his chest, and chin pointed up. He looks down his nose at me like I’m some incessant bug that won’t leave, no matter how many times he swats at it.
“He’s not here,” he answers simply.
“Bullshit,” I bark. “Grace saw him less than an hour ago. You mean to tell me he’s already gone?”
“You think he’d stay long enough for you to catch him?”
Catch him. Like this is some game of cat and mouse, like I don’t matter enough for him to stick around. I swallow down my emotions and square my shoulders.
“Why are you all treating me like some villain? Like this is my fault? I think it’s honestly baffling that a group of grown men would blame the victim they so desperately tried to protect.”
“That’s not what this is,” Nicholas says softly. “We’re—Noah is trying to protect you.”
“Protecting me? From what?” I don’t wait for him to answer before I shake my head and continue. “I don’t need protection. I need comfort. I need the trust we spent months building up together. I need him. Here.”
“There are things you don’t know—”
“I don’t know them because no one will talk to me! He hasn’t called or visited. No one will answer any of Grace’s questions. We were both certain that my membership had been revoked. Davis wouldn’t even let me in the fucking building!”
Nicholas’ lips press into a thin line. I can tell that he wants to keep making excuses and stand up for a man who is acting like a coward. But I won’t have it. I deserve better, and he knows it. But all of this pain has me fraying at the edges, no matter how hard I’ve worked to hold myself together.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I whisper, my voice cracking under the pressure.
“You didn’t,” he repeats in agreement.
I haven’t had a real conversation with Nicholas before. He always nods at me, lets me into the lounge, and then leaves me to my own devices. He doesn’t make small talk or hover. He’s not like Folio, who only cracks jokes or harmlessly flirts. And he’s certainly nothing like Jolly with his sultry tone and layered seriousness.
He catches me off guard, breaking me out of my thoughts with a clear of his throat. I look back up at him and nearly topple over at the sight of him stepping away from the gate as he opens it.
“Nicholas—”
“Don’t mention it,” he cuts me off quickly. “Just talk some sense into him for me, okay?”
“I’ll try,” I murmur softly, offering him a quick smile and walking into the lounge.
It’s the same as it always is. People line the bars, sitting on stools or leaning against the counter, drinking and talking amongst themselves. Others sit on lavish couches and plush chairs. A few couples kiss leisurely, taking their time savoring each other as their hands wander down bodies and underneath clothing. There’s even someone on all fours with their head down in obedience as someone else, presumably their master, rests their legs up on them. Heat slides down my veins, threatening to pool between my legs, but I desperately ignore it. Before, I’d savor the feeling and let it fuel my night. Now, after everything, I have to let it go and not give in.
I look up at the main bar, spotting Folio instantly. He’s shaking a drink mixer and chatting casually, laughing along to a conversation he is surprisingly not leading. He smiles at something, eyes wandering up to scan the room as he listens. I don’t have enough time to hide, but I do pick up my pace. His face changes to an expression I can’t quite read, a mix of shock and annoyance and maybe even pity. He watches me go, too busy working to be able to stop me, and I give him a wave as I pass.
I never realized that I walk the exact same path every time I make my way to the roped-off section of the club. It has become muscle memory to pass the couches and the people and make my way to the main focal point of the room. You can't miss the throne, front and center, with its massive black frame and deep red plush cushion. Something about it always draws me to it, like I am just hoping that Noah appears with his eyes on me and his hands gripping the armrests.
While Noah isn’t in it this time, someone else is. I stopped dead in my tracks, eyes widening. There’s someone sitting on Noah's throne. They’re wearing all black with a familiar balaclava pulled over their head to cover their face. Every single part of me knows it’s not Noah. I don’t even have to see their face to confirm it. It’s obvious in their posture, the way they sit hunched over with their hands up to their face and their elbows on their legs. They want to come off menacingly, like they are watching the room with authority, but they’re just an imposter, a fraud. I force myself to stay still, locking my muscles in place. As much as I want to march up to them and demand they let go of the ridiculous act, I know they serve a purpose. A decoy, someone to keep up the facade.
It’s a smart idea, probably part of whatever Noah is concocting. I blow out a deep, uneven breath, knowing that this will all make sense to me soon enough, and continue walking.
Jolly’s already looking at me when I finally meet his eye. He looks… exhausted. Dark bags make his brown irises feel somewhat empty. Stubble lines his chin, and combined with his somewhat tangled hair, it’s obvious that it’s been a rough few days. And it’s all my fault, no matter how hard I’ve tried to stay out of trouble. He doesn’t move to stand in front of the rope. He stays completely still, hands clasped in front of him.
“Are you going to stop me like everyone else?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“No,” Jolly says simply, shaking his head. “There’s no need.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because, little lamb, your dom deserves to be humbled. And you’re the only one who stands a chance.”
“Jolly,” I snort a startled laugh, lips curling upward. The tiniest bit of anxiety dissipates with the seriousness he uses to convey such a silly sentence.
“I mean it. He’s the most miserable person I know. Except for when it comes to you. Then I actually see him smile and give in. He never lets himself have the good things he deserves. I think you can knock some sense into him. Or even fuck it into him. Whatever works.”
“Alright!” I shriek, throwing my hands up in surrender. “Alright. I’m going. Wish me luck.”
Jolly smiles at me, unclasping his hands to reach behind him and unhook the divider. Anxiety seeps into my bones as I step into the hallway. Nonetheless, I pause and swivel on my heels, leaning over to give Jolly a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I murmur. Just two words, but their meaning is endless, and Jolly knows it.
I don’t give him a chance to answer as I turn back around and walk further into the hall. Rooms line either side of me, and while they are familiar, everything else feels uncharted. I don’t know if my keycard will even unlock these doors anymore. And I certainly don’t know about the room at the end of the hall. I can feel it staring at me before I even dare to look at it.
The first time I passed it, I felt drawn to it, had my eyes on it. It felt untouchable, like I was never going to see what was on the other side. Little did I know that a stupid fucking room was going to be the place where I feel the safest, the most at home.
But my home isn’t really a place or a room. It’s a person.
I pick my head up and finally look at it, immediately noticing that something is missing—the sign was proudly displayed above the door. The King in tarnished silver. I can make out perfectly where it once was, and its absence makes my heart ache. I don’t know why Noah took it down, but I know everything else will change in its wake.
I hesitate as I walk up to the door, hand trembling before I even lift it to the fingerprint scanner. Part of me knows it will still unlock for me, but there’s doubt seeping into my bones. A relieved sigh escapes my lips as the door beeps in approval.
All that’s left is to open it and see what’s on the other side.
The handle clicks as it gives way, turning easily. I push the door open, using the creaking of the hinges to ignore the loud thump of my heart in my ears. I step inside, closing the door quickly so I don’t go back on my decision.
And there he is, sitting in the leather chair that’s diagonal to the couch. It faces off toward the bed so I can see his side profile, the way his perfect nose points upward, and his lips jut out in a pout. His brows are furrowed, jaw clenched tightly. He’s looking down at something I can’t quite see, fingers tracing over it idly.
Since he’s not needed as The King right now, with the fake one sitting on his throne, he’s dressed casually. Fitted pants, a tank top, and sneakers. All black. His hair is tucked under a baseball hat, hair curling by his ears as it sticks out in the back. I’ve seen him wear something similar before, but this time, he feels like someone new.
“I didn't think it would be so easy to find you,” I admit, pressing my back against the door.
Noah doesn’t move a muscle.
“I saw no point in running. Everyone had orders to keep you away.”
My heart sinks, disappearing somewhere behind my rib cage and far past the point of return. I haven't heard this tone in his voice in months, not since the beginning. He was closed off back then, always desperately trying to keep me from knowing the real him. Over time, this rough exterior cracked and softened, but with every mistake made, we’re almost right back where we started.
“They tried. It didn't work,” I explain matter-of-factly.
“Unsurprising.”
Tension permeates the air, making my throat feel tight. It shouldn’t be like this, not anymore. We’ve already gone through the awkwardness of nerves and early interactions. We are so far removed from it now. But I know what he’s doing, trying to keep me at arm’s length.
“Look at me,” I demand, voice cracking.
“Not right now.”
I scoff, and frustration bubbles in my chest. “Why not? Are you ashamed that you picked me? Am I a mistake?”
His knuckles turn white as he grips the object in his hand. “I am not ashamed of you.”
I don’t believe him as much as I would have two weeks ago.
“Then what is it?” I ask as I push off from the door and step closer to the chair. “Why can’t you look at me? Or be honest with me? Haven’t I done enough to deserve it?”
“You should leave,” he grits out, leaving my questions unanswered.
“We both know I’m not doing that. It’s been two weeks, Noah. Why haven't you said anything?”
His lips press together in a thin line as if he has no intentions of continuing this conversation any further. I watch him for a moment, taking in the way he leisurely leans against the cushions of the chair, shoes firmly planted on the area rug.
I love him. All of him, even the things he won’t tell me, the parts of him he won’t let me see.
But I’ve had enough of this.
I step toward him, closing the gap between us and grabbing the arm of the chair. It’s an enormous piece, something I’ve seen every time I’ve been in this room. I never expected it to move with ease, swiveling to face me.
My breath catches in my throat when Noah’s eyes are on mine. His brows are furrowed, hard lines etched over every inch of his face. His dark brown eyes are narrowed, jaw clenched tight. Misery surrounds him, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and my eyes drop down to his hands. All the air is sucked out of my lungs at the sight. My collar, his fingers tangled with the fabric. I look back up to meet his eyes.
“I told you to leave,” he says, voice gruff and words barely breaking through. He calmly leans to the side and places the collar on the coffee table.
“And I already told you I’m not doing that.”
He slowly shakes his head as he straightens back up, a sinister smirk curling over his lips. “You’re going to regret it, staying here, being with me.”
“Somehow, I doubt that.”
“Everyone does sooner or later,” he says with a shrug. “Eventually, you will too.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Why can’t you just give it up? This is a sad act, shitty self-sabotage. Let me help you.”
“Help me?” He repeats in a choked, surprised laugh. “I’ll only hurt you.”
“Let me make that choice for myself. I want you to hurt me. I’ve asked you to do it over and over again. And I’ll keep doing it! Just tell me what’s going on, Noah.”
“No,” he answers, shaking his head harshly.
“How is this fair?” I throw my hands up in frustration. “You tucked me into bed and told me we’d talk about it in the morning, and then you fucked off! No texts, no calls, no visits. Were you hoping I'd take that as some sort of hint?”
“That's exactly what I expected,” he nods. “Turns out you're more stubborn than I thought. Or maybe just stupid, I don't know.”
My mouth falls open in pure shock. “Now you're just being mean.”
“All I've ever been is realistic.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, tilting my head in challenge. “Is denying your feelings and pushing everyone away because you're afraid of commitment a part of being realistic?”
He stiffens in his chair, muscles locking and back straightening. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? I don’t?” I repeat. He narrows his eyes as if he’s challenging me, but I know he desperately wants me to shut up. I can’t, not when there is so much on the line. “Is this denial also a part of being realistic?”
“Pet,” he warns. “Quit while you're ahead.”
“You know what? No,” I laugh coldly. “Why should I? Are you going to punish me?”
“No,” he answers honestly.
“Then I'll continue,” I respond with a sarcastic lick.
He leans back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, and motions me forward.
There's so much I can say, but if I don't get right to the point, we're just going to keep going around in circles. There's no real resolution to this. He'll never just admit his feelings unless I pull it out of him.
I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
“I know that you love me, but you’re too scared to admit it.”
He shakes his head, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I don’t let him cut me off or work to find some bullshit excuse.
“I know that you fell for me a long time ago. I don’t know exactly when, but I have my suspicions. Maybe it was as early as our first session or the day I crawled in the front lounge, in front of all the guests. It doesn’t matter. The longer we spent together, the more I saw it in your eyes, the way you relaxed throughout sessions. I know you care about me. And I know it scares you. Guess what, Noah? It scares me too. It’s fucking terrifying. Because I love you too. More than anyone else. Maybe even more than I should. And I have chosen to stick by you even after you didn’t stay. I won’t pretend to understand everything about you. But if you just let me in—”
“Stop,” he demands, voice echoing in a loud boom that practically rattles the walls.
“Let me help you. Let me be there for you. I can help save the club. I can show you that it's okay to let yourself love someone.”
He stands up abruptly, towering over me and crowding the little space between us. I crane my neck ever so slightly to meet his eye as he peers down his nose.
I've never been afraid of him, and I'm certainly not going to be now, especially with how he's slowly falling apart.
“That’s enough,” he snarls.
“Noah,” I whisper, hesitantly reaching a hand out toward him. He doesn’t move, just keeps his eyes on me. I gently take his hand in mine and lead it to my mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the top of it before resting it onto my cheek and leaning into the touch.
He instantly morphs into someone I’ve never seen before. All of his walls come crashing down, and I know how desperately he’s trying to build them all back up.
“Baby,” he whispers.
“You love me,” I murmur.
He shakes his head, smiling sadly. “I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I can’t.”
“Why can't you, Noah? You’re punishing yourself for no reason. No one else is making you do this.”
He drops his hand from my face, and the absence of his warmth makes my entire body so cold.
“My entire life has made me like this! All these people taking and taking, and giving me nothing back! And the one time I finally have something of my own, they try to take that too!”
“No one is going to take the club. The guys wouldn’t let that happen.”
“I’m not talking about the club.”
I swear I stop breathing. He says the words with a sharp seriousness, as if I already know the answer. And I do. It’s been festering under my skin.
“You. It’s you. The most important thing in my entire fucking life. I'm proud of this club, of the space I've been able to create. But nothing, and I mean fucking nothing, matters more than you.”
I shake my head slowly as I desperately gasp for air that refuses to fill my lungs. “When did you—”
“Early on. Maybe even before you were truly mine. I don’t know, it doesn’t matter.”
So many thoughts race through my head. While he hasn’t said those three little words exactly, this has the same effect. I feel weightless, infinite. But there’s something else inside me too. Something I never thought I’d want in any way.
Control.
“You love me?” I ask, a coldness seeping over my words.
Noah blinks, eyes tracing over every inch of my face. “I do.”
There’s a hesitation in his voice, but it’s not because he’s unsure of his feelings. It’s because of me. He realizes why I’m asking, but by then it's too late.
I nod down toward the wood floors, a sinister smile pulling at my lips. “Then get on your knees.”
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I just came across this and I’ve said it before and I’ll say it over and over - your writing is amazing. I think you captured the hollowness and receding into oneself really well, lowkey shed a tear or two. It was heartwarming to read the part about it happening before, Noah being there for it, and being there again. Safe to say we all want someone like that who notices. Thank you again for taking the time and sharing your writing.
[side note: it immediately made me think of BMTH’s Drown]
- xoxo 🍋🟩
This means SO much to me.
An Unforgiving Tide was something I wrote in an attempt to claw my way out of a depressive episode that had swallowed me whole. It certainly helped, but I wasn't sure if anyone else would quite understand what I was trying to say.
Thank you for reading it and for picking up on the little things.
Summary: You buy Noah a new camera and he wants to try it out...
CW: Light smut (unprotected p in v), nothing graphically detailed
Word count: 1.7k
A.N.: Hey y'all! I was inspired by @badomensspecter's camera one-shot to write this one. I had initially planned to make this longer and make it go a little dark and kinda sad and be really tragic and shit (almost had some leaked sex tape drama), but since I started it super sweet and this is my first time writing and publishing smut, I figured I'd stop while I was ahead and give y'all a (hopefully) feel-good baby one-shot. (I apologize if it seems as though I stole this idea, I promise this was not the intention given the initial plot I had for this. I have respect for the author of the fic that inspired this one would never steal another author's idea.) Enjoyyyyyy <3
"Put the camera away!"
You laughed as you swatted Noah's camera away from your face, your cheeks tinted red and your eyes shut.
"Oh c'mon, don't be shy. You look so pretty on camera."
He leaned forward in the bed, partially hovering over you now. You drew the blanket up over your head, laughing from beneath the beige sheets.
"I don't even have any make-up on and my hair is a mess," you said, your voice so muffled that the camera probably didn't catch it.
"Don't give me that bullshit," Noah said. "You know damn well you're gorgeous without any of that crap."
You smiled, not that he could see, but you knew that he could tell you were getting closer to giving in.
Noah gripped the edge of the sheets and pulled them off of you in one swift motion, revealing not only your face but your entire body to the camera. You weren't naked, rather wearing a white silk robe with matching lingerie beneath, but you couldn't help but feel exposed to the lens in your boyfriend's hands. You quickly threw your hands over your face, laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of Noah wanting to record you so badly.
"There she is, my beautiful girlfriend," he said, the widest smile playing across his lips. "C'mon babe, I know you're smiling more than I am right now. Let me see it."
His hand came in frame as he reached for you, his fingers caressing your side before going into attack mode, tickling you until you started squirming.
"Oh my gosh, you are not playing fair!" you squealed, your hands moving to try and push his away.
His large hand captured your two small ones mid-defense, quickly pinning them above your head. "I win," he said smugly, making you roll your eyes.
You stared right into the camera as you attempted to catch your breath. "Hello little camera that I regret buying for my little boyfriend." You looked at him next. "Satisfied?"
"Little boyfriend?" He raised an eyebrow, giving your hands a quick squeeze. "Little?"
"Well I mean, you're acting like a little kid who just got a new toy on Christmas. So yes, little."
Noah drew his eyes away from you and looked into the camera lens, smirking. "Man, you should see how good you look like this. Such a beautiful sight." He leaned back on his knees, fully capturing you sprawled out beneath him, arms still above your head and your robe now opened, showing your lingerie set.
The sight of him filming you like this made your body feel weak beneath him. You couldn't tell if it was shyness still or something else entirely, but it was starting to make you feel good. Excited, even.
Your eyes dropped to his lower half, where only boxers and the edge of his shirt acted to hide the thoughts you knew were growing in his mind. "You know I'm not one to assume, but I'm starting to think you're getting some ideas."
He scoffed, trying poorly to act innocent now. "What? What gave you that idea?"
You smirked, slowly bending your knees and planting your feet on the mattress. "I don't know, perhaps a hunch."
Noah cursed under his breath, he knew what you were doing now, and it made him shift to fix his boxers. "You know, I didn't intend to do this, I just wanted to get some cute videos before we went to bed," he said, letting go of your hands and getting off of the bed. "But you look so fucking hot tonight, it'd be a shame not to document this."
You sat up now, propping yourself onto your elbows. "My first ever sex tape, I hope I'm dressed well for the occasion," you joked, eyeing the camera as Noah placed it onto the dresser across the room.
Noah just laughed, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over you. "You are something else, you know that?"
You smirked, but before you could say anything, Noah leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was slow to start, allowing him to melt perfectly into you as you relaxed beneath him. But the moment he felt your hands pulling his shirt off of him, the gentleness became desperation in seconds.
Noah pushed the robe off of your shoulders, and you assisted each other in removing your undergarments. Bare against one another now, your lips connected once more, this time moving in a desperate rhythm. Your one hand snaked into his hair, the strands sliding between your fingers, while your other hand worked to gently scratch his back.
He groaned at the contact, knowing that teasing action you did when you wanted him to let go. He pulled away from your lips, now pressing desperate kisses to your collarbone, then up your neck, then to that spot beneath your ear that always made your head spin.
"I know what you're doing," he whispered into your ear before gently biting your earlobe.
You bit your lip at the small but pleasurable sting. "And it seems to be working," you whispered back, adding more pressure to your scratches. The hand in his hair gently pulled at his locks, and by the small noise that escaped his throat at that, you knew you had him right where you wanted him.
"I was trying to be gentle," he whispered again, his hot breath sending goosebumps up your neck.
You let out a soft chuckle. "Really? You were going to get all soft and gentle for your video? There's a world of opportunities and you picked the safest bet?"
He pulled back to look at you. "You're making this hard, you know."
"Oh, I can tell," you said, rocking your hips against him to spur a reaction.
"That's not what I meant." He rocked back against you, the harder action causing you to gasp.
"C'mon Noah, I want you to give it your all. Go crazy. Make me regret teasing you about this."
You could tell by the look in his eyes that your words were getting him worked up, and it didn't take long for him to finally give in to the teasing.
He leaned down to whisper to you again. "Fine, you want crazy? I'll give you crazy. But when you can't walk tomorrow, remember that you did this to yourself."
You smirked. "Bring it on."
Noah looked back at the camera on the dresser. "Just to set the record straight, she asked for this. Live proof right here."
Your hand pulled his head back down to yours, and before you knew it, your lips were locked again, and your bodies were further intertwined.
Your fingers tightened in his hair when he inserted himself, the initial sting making you wince. But once he fell into a steady rhythm, your head fell back against the pillow as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your lips parted as small soft moans slipped out, your eyes falling shut. "Faster, faster," you said lowly, barely above a whisper.
Noah instead slowed, speaking directly into your ear. "You're gonna need to say that a little louder."
You groaned. "Go faster, dammit."
Noah clicked his tongue. "That's not very respectful for someone who's at my mercy right now." To prove his point, he slowed further, almost no motion coming from him.
"Asshole," you whispered.
"Please is just one word," he whispered back.
You sighed. "Please, go faster."
"That's better."
With that, he picked the pace back up again, and before you knew it, you could feel the mattress shaking beneath you, the bedframe gently rattling.
You opened your eyes to see the camera again, locking hazy eyes onto it as you felt more waves wash over you, the pleasure building up faster and faster. There was something about recording this that seemed to turn you on more by the second, and by the way Noah was moving above you, you could tell it did something to him too.
"Almost there," you breathed, your mind beginning to spin as you felt yourself reaching your peak.
"Me too," he whispered, his movements falling into an unsteady, desperate rhythm now.
You felt his hand slide between your thighs, providing the last bits of pleasure you needed to drive you over the edge. With your hands gripping his shoulders, you felt your body finally let go, sending your mind into a full haze as you cried out in pleasure. The waves that washed over you made your back arched beneath him and your hips buck upward, chasing every ounce of your high that you could before you had to come down.
It wasn't long before Noah followed your actions, letting out a low guttral noise as he stilled and buried his face into your neck. The last of the aftershocks left your bodies as you became limp against each other, your fingers now gently combing through his hair. He leaned up just enough to plant soft kisses to your neck and the shell of your ear, his whispers unintelligible at first until he finally collected himself.
"Incredible, so fucking incredible. I never expect anything less from you," he said, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. "So fucking beautiful, I love you so much."
"You were incredible too. You always are," you whispered back. When you finally opened your eyes again, you gave the camera one last sex-drunk glare. "First ever sex tape, completed."
Noah lifted his head and looked back, shaking his head at your comment. "I forgot that damn thing was still on."
"Oh, so you weren't doing and saying all that for the camera?" you teased.
Noah glared at you. "I'm too worn out for any more teasing from you tonight," he said, rolling off of you and pulling you against his chest. He rested his chin on your head, sighing as his arms tightened around you.
"Aren't you going to turn it off?" you asked, though really you weren't ready for him to get up yet.
He shook his head, pulling you closer. "When we get up, I will. But I'm not moving just yet."
You smiled at that, tucking yourself further against him. You let out a content sigh, the comfort of the moment allowing you to close your eyes just for a second and bask in it.
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warnings: none yet, but it’ll be getting spicy later in the story 🤭 also kylie, james and jess are readers best friends in this story because !! i just couldn't think of any other names... and i just think they're fun! :)
as always i feel like the first chapter of anything i write is just not the best. it’s just setting the story up, the next one will be better and we’ll see the guys building sandcastles and splashing about in the sea and just having a great time <3 also @copper-locks wrote a story similar to this, off script- where reader meets noah on a cruise 🤭
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You and your friends have been planning this trip for what feels like years, when you were back in school you brought up the idea of a girls trip when you get older and can afford it… but it never happened. Even years later, one of you would always be working in the summer, or not have enough money, or there’d be some other excuse that’d push the trip back.
But this year it finally happened. Kylie found a lovely resort in Greece- adults only, right on the beach, all inclusive, beautiful spacious rooms with a sea view. Jess was always the most responsible of you, so she did the boring important things like booking the flights, sorting the travel insurance, the taxis to take everyone to and from the airports. You and James were both left feeling a little useless, but the others insisted that you helped, that they were more than grateful for your input on their outfit choices for each day.
Then before you knew it, you were laying by the side of the pool on one of the loungers with your eyes closed, your legs stretched out in front of you as you soaked up the sun, your sunglasses perched on your nose and a drink in your hand, half listening to something Kylie was saying.
You opened your eyes for a second as you brought your glass up to your lips… but then something else caught your attention.
There was a group of guys by the bar. A group of guys that seemed a little out of place here.
Not in a bad way, but almost the opposite. Everyone else at the resort was all white linen shirts and pastel bikinis and straw hats… but them? A few of them had long hair that’d been tied into buns or ponytails, a few had piercings, but one thing they all had in common was the tattoos- each of the guys were inked almost head to toe, tattoos crawling up their legs, arms and necks… it made you giggle when the man at the bar handed their colourful cocktails with little umbrellas over to them, your lips curving into a little smile around the rim of your glass.
“Kylie, look.” You said, not taking your eyes off them.
She hummed in response, still mid-story, but then she turned her head to follow your gaze-
“Oh my god,” she laughed, “What are they doing here?”
“I don’t know,” you chuckled as you placed your drink back down on the table, “Looks like they took a wrong turn on their way to Inkcarceration.”
Jess, ever curious, propped herself up and immediately spotted them.
“Wait they’re kinda…”
“Don’t say it.” You warned, already knowing what she was about to say- but James got there first.
“Oh my god they’re so hot.”
You rolled your eyes half-heartedly before glancing back over… and that’s when your gaze landed on him. God, how didn’t you notice him first?
He wasn’t doing anything particularly attention grabbing, he was just standing there with one arm resting on the bar, his hand wrapped around his drink… but there was just something about him that pulled your attention in like a magnet.
Oh, he was tall. Easily the tallest in the group. He had broad shoulders too, and very nice arms… his hair was shorter than everyone else's, a dark brown, but in the light it almost looked auburn. He was wearing a grey tshirt, deliciously stretched over his broad back and shoulders, with a pair of black shorts, a chain around his neck and a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. Even without properly seeing his face, he looked gorgeous.
But then he brought his drink up to his lips… and you couldn’t help but stare at his hands.
Wow. Big, long fingers-
“Hello?” James poked you with his straw, “Earth to y/n?”
You blinked, suddenly realising how you’d gone completely still, utterly transfixed by this guy.
“Sorry… I’m just observing.” You smirked as you picked your drink back up.
“That’s one way to put it.” Jess scoffed, but you didn’t argue… and you didn’t look away from him either.
He was talking to one of his friends, he was tanned, his dark hair tied in a messy bun, and he had stretched ears- then your guy suddenly pushed his sunglasses up, resting them on the top of his head, pushing his messy brown hair back and revealing his face.
You felt your tummy flutter. Everything about him was just… wow. His pretty eyes, his lovely nose… you took a sip of your drink as you took in the sight of him.
The advertisement was right. This place did have a great view.
But then, as if he could sense it, he glanced over.
Your stomach dropped. For a split second you felt like he was looking straight at you, and immediately you looked away.
“I need to go inside!” You said quickly, making James laugh.
“But you just got comfortable!” He teased.
…
You didn’t go inside, not straight away anyway. You stayed out there with your friends, pretending to listen to what they were saying, pretending you weren’t staring at the tall guy who was now in the pool with his friends- his shirt long gone, along with your sanity.
Because somehow, he looked even better now. Not that you noticed, because you totally weren’t staring, and it did not affect you in the slightest seeing his hair wet and falling over his eyes.
“Okay…” Kylie suddenly said, cutting right through your thoughts.
“What?” You ask, turning your head to look at her.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking far too energised for someone who has spent hours laying in the sun.
“Let’s get in the pool!!”
“No!” You say immediately, feeling your heart start to race.
“No?” She pouted.
You shook your head.
“I’m good here.”
“She’s scared.” Jess smirked, not looking up from the book she was reading.
“Pfft, no I’m not!” You protested.
“Yes you are,” Kylie teased, “Does it have anything to do with tall, dark and tattooed over there?”
“Of course not! I just don’t wanna get wet.”
You were waiting for James to make a remark… but when you glanced over at him, he was snoring, his face covered with a stupid straw hat that he bought for the trip, insisting it made him look stylish.
Then without even realising, your eyes found him again. He was laughing at something his friend said, his head tipped back, shoulders relaxed-
“I’m staying here.” You said, more firm this time.
Kylie watched you for a moment longer before sighing overdramatically.
“Fine!” She groans, “Be boring then.”
“I will.” You smile.
“I’m getting in.” She grinned, swinging her legs off the lounger.
“Have fun.” Jess said as she turned a page.
And with that, Kylie took off her coverup and made her way over to the pool. She got in the water, and for a second you thought this was fine, she was just swimming, there was nothing to worry about…
But then she made her way over to them. She slicked her hair back, blinking the water from her eyes and then turned to one of the guys… he said something to her, she laughed, and just like that, she was talking to them.
Your stomach dropped so fast it almost made you feel sick.
“No…” You shake your head, sitting up a little straighter without even realising it.
Jess glanced up again, following your line of sight, and immediately grinned.
“Oh, yeah she’s evil.”
“She wouldn’t…” You started, but your voice trailed off as Kylie laughed with the guys again, this time louder, like she was doing it on purpose to get a reaction from you.
This is fine! It’ll be fine! Just sit here, mind your business and act normal.
But then Kylie turned around, shooting a knowing smile over your way.
“She’s going to say something.” You say quietly, panicked.
“She’s already saying something.” Jess chuckled.
“I’m going to be sick.”
Jess nudges your leg with her foot.
“Relax… what’s the worst that could happen?”
…
You couldn’t stay there by the pool, so you complained about being hot and needing a shower, and snuck away when Kylie wasn’t looking.
And the second you’re out of their line of sight, your pace quickened.
Your heart was racing, your body hot for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with the sun anymore. Still, you made your way up to your room, fumbling with the key card before finally getting the door open.
The second you’re inside, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. You dropped your beach bag by the door and flopped backwards onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Why the hell were you feeling like this? You don’t even know the guy. You felt like a teenager at school with a hallway crush…
You groaned and dragged your hands down your face.
You stayed there for another minute, maybe two, staring up at the ceiling blankly while your heart slowly stopped acting like you’d just run a marathon.
Then you sat up, wondering what you could do to pass the time. Dinner wasn’t for a while, but at least if you started getting ready now then you’d be prepared… and if you sat here thinking about him any longer, you were actually going to lose your mind.
So you grabbed your clothes and headed into the bathroom.
The shower helped to calm you down, you washed the remaining sand and sunscreen off your body, and tipped your head back under the water as you rinsed off your conditioner.
But you kept seeing him in your mind, the way he laughed with his friends, the way he smile; the way-
Stop. You don’t even know the guy.
You got out eventually, wrapping yourself and your hair up in a towel, feeling somewhat human again. You sat on the bed for a while, scrolling on your phone before deciding to get changed, still way earlier than necessary.
You changed into a cute two piece- a top and skirt- and you absolutely were not putting extra effort in just in case. You were only spending a little longer than necessary on your makeup just because it passed the time… and sure you may have changed your hair style a few times but that was completely unrelated!
You were standing in front of the mirror putting on your lip gloss when the room door suddenly swung open.
“…Oh my god.”
You turned around, and immediately burst out laughing. James, who you were sharing the room with, stared back at you looking very unimpressed.
“Don’t.” He warned, but you couldn’t help it.
Because across his face, shoulders and chest were the most ridiculous tan lines you had ever seen.
“This is all your fault.” He said.
“You look like a neapolitan ice cream!” You wheezed.
James looked horrified.
“Oh, that’s so fucking nice, thank you.”
“I’m sorry-”
“This could’ve been avoided if you put sunscreen on me properly!”
“I did!” You protested, “I covered you in it!”
“Well clearly not!”
“James. You’re a grown man!”
“A grown man that asked for your help!”
You laughed as he dramatically threw himself down onto his bed, groaning into his pillow.
“The whole trip is ruined.”
“C’mon, you’re being dramatic.”
“My skin feels hot and tight.”
“Did you pack any aloe gel?”
“…No. Did you?”
“I think so. Check my bag.” You said, smiling as you turned back towards the mirror.
Then you suddenly remembered...
Slowly, you looked at him through the reflection, watching him dig through your bag.
“Uh… was Kylie still in the pool when you woke up?” You asked, trying to play it cool- but he immediately caught on.
He looked up and grinned.
“Yep…”
You didn’t like the look on his face. The look that told you he knew something you didn’t.
“…And?”
“Kylie told the big guy- Noah- that you’ve been drooling over him.”
Your mouth fell open.
“SHE WHAT?!”
James burst into laughter.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding…”
You stood there, frozen still at the mirror, your eyes wide and your jaw dropped.
“Oh my god!”
He cackled.
“Okay maybe I’m exaggerating! She didn’t say drooling-”
You stared at him in horror.
“…James.”
“But she did tell him you thought he was cute.”
“No she didn't...” You shook your head.
“Yes she did. You know what she’s like.”
“So what did he say?”
His smile softened into a suspiciously smug look.
“I didn’t hear him, but he looked quite pleased.”
…
By the time the four of you were ready and made your way downstairs, the air had cooled and was now gentler and cooler, and the sky was a pretty pinky-orange with a few clouds around.
The restaurant was beautiful at night, most of the tables were outside, decorated with little flickering candles and fake flowers, musicwas playing softly, and strings of lights were hung up outside the building and stretching across the fences.
A lot of people were already seated, chatting over drinks and plates of food. For a moment, you let yourself relax, because they weren’t here. Maybe they’d come later, or maybe they-
“Oh my god!” Kylie grinned beside you.
Oh no… you followed her gaze, and there they were, already seated at one of the larger tables in the corner.
And you don’t know how it was possible, but they looked even better now. They looked a little more put together now they’ve changed out of their swim shorts… but again, your eyes lingered on him.
So his name was Noah...
He wore a short sleeved black button up shirt over a black tank, and his hair looked softer now, dry and a little messy. And in the evening light, he somehow looked even prettier.
This was becoming a problem.
“Nope,” you said immediately, grabbing Kylie’s arm. “No.”
But it was too late, because her entire face lit up, and she was already calling out one of their names.
“Folio!”
Before any of you could stop her, she had practically skipped across the restaurant over to their table.
One of the guys looked up immediately and grinned. That must’ve been Folio- the one she was talking to in the pool earlier before you left. He looked so happy to see her, like they were old friends, and not like they only met a few hours ago.
You watched her for a moment… until Noah looked up. But instead of Kylie, he was looking straight at you, and a little soft smile crept onto his face.
You felt heat rush to your cheeks, and you immediately looked away- but Kylie didn’t give you the chance, because she had turned around, and with a grin she called out-
“Y/N! JESS! JAMES!”
Every single head in your general vicinity turned, and you wondered why you even agreed to this vacation.
“COME MEET MY NEW FRIENDS!” She yelled again, and you shook your head.
“No, I’m gonna sit inside-”
James looked at you, Jess looked at you, you looked at them... but then they started walking over to Kylie and the guys.
Fucking traitors.
You stood there for a second longer, before realising standing there alone was somehow more embarrassing. So with a quiet groan, you started walking too.
And with every step, you suddenly felt hyper aware of everything. How did you look? Were you walking weird? God, why did he have to look so intimidating.
“There you are!” Kylie beamed as you reached the table.
Introductions started to blur slightly, because when you looked over at Noah again, he was still looking at you. His elbow was on the table, chin rested on his fist as he still had that soft smile on his face.
Now you saw him up close, you noticed his eyes were prettier than you’d realised from across the pool, warmer too. His hair fell over his forehead and slightly into his eyes, and there was just something nice about his face up close. Like you could look at him all day without getting bored.
“Hey.” He said quietly.
You stared at him for a second too long, swallowing hard before you finally said,
“…Hi.”
Wow. Great conversational skills!
James clearly realised too, because from the corner of your eye you could see he was looking like he was fighting for his life not to laugh.
But then before anything else could happen, Folio suddenly shot up out of his chair.
“Why don’t you guys join us? I can grab a couple more chairs?”
“Oh!” Kylie grinned immediately. “Yes that’d be great!”
And before anyone could object, Folio was already moving, dragging over chairs from nearby tables.
“Folio, what the hell man?” One of the guys laughed.
“What?” He said innocently. “We’re making friends.”
Within seconds, chairs were scraping against the floor, everyone shifting around and squeezing in.
Kylie sat down next to Folio, and Jess sat down beside Kylie. You were trying to remember everyone’s names, a little embarrassed that you couldn’t remember if the guy James was sat next to was called Bryan or Byron.
And there was one empty chair left. One that had been empty all along. Right beside Noah.
And he had his arm resting on it.
Your eyes landed on it, but you immediately looked away… but when you looked back, Noah’s eyes were on you again, before they drifted down to the seat and looked back at you. Then he gave you the slightest nod of his head, as if to say sit here.
Your heart pounded in your chest, but it didn’t feel weird or awkward like you thought it would. He was just watching you softly, his fingers tapping against the wood, like he didn’t mind either way, like he was leaving it up to you, since there was now another chair next to Jess.
Fuck it. You made your way over, and he moved his arm so you could pull the chair out.
“Thanks.” You said quietly as you sat down.
“No problem.” Noah said.
Fuck, even his voice was nice.
You hated this. You hated whatever weird little thing your body was doing where your stomach kept flipping every time he looked at you.
For a few seconds you focused very hard on the menu in front of you, pretending to read it despite not taking in a single word, anything to distract yourself from how close he was sitting beside you.
But you couldn’t distract yourself, because he decided to speak.
“So…” He said quietly.
You looked up, and he was already watching you, a playful smile on his lips.
“You’re y/n, huh?”
Oh fuck. What the hell had Kylie told him?
“…Yeah.” You said slowly, feeling your cheeks heat up again. “What exactly has Kylie been saying?”
His eyebrows lifted, amused.
“What?”
“You know.” You narrowed your eyes a little. “About me.”
He let out a quiet laugh.
“No need to look terrified,” he smiled. “It was nothing bad.”
Great. Now you were terrified.
You stared at him for another second before deciding to change direction completely.
“And you are…?”
You knew exactly who he was, but there was absolutely no way you were admitting that. Because then you’d have to explain how you’d spent the entire day getting relentlessly teased by your friends because he was the definition of your type.
Noah’s smile grew bigger, like he knew… but thankfully he didn’t say anything. He just held out his lovely, big, strong tattooed hand.
“I’m Noah.”
You looked down at it and slowly slipped your hand into his.
“Nice to meet you.” You said.
His hand was warm, and it almost swallowed yours whole...
A waiter came over a couple moments later and took drink orders, since none of you had the chance to look at the menus yet.
You didn’t feel so nervous anymore, though you were still hyper aware of every movement you made and how close Noah was sitting to you, but the panic had gone. You don’t know why you were so worried in the first place, because talking to him felt… nice. It felt easy.
There weren’t awkward silences where you scrambled for something to say. There wasn’t that horrible feeling of trying too hard or overthinking every word coming out of your mouth.
You’d say something dumb and he’d laugh, or he’d say something and make you blush. But somewhere along the way, you’d stopped noticing everyone else around you, and it felt like the two of you were in your own little bubble.
“So…” You said eventually, turning slightly towards him.
Noah looked over, his brows raising as he hummed a “hm?”
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
He let out a chuckle.
“Here?”
“Yeah, Greece. A resort on the beach.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “You don’t exactly look like a beach guy.”
Noah let out a quiet laugh.
“I’m not. I can’t think of anything worse than this.”
You were suddenly confused, your brows furrowing, but then he continued.
“The guys basically forced me into coming.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He looked almost sheepish suddenly. “It’s because of work. I’m a musician, and I-”
Your eyebrows lifted, and you couldn’t stop yourself from suddenly asking,
“You are?”
“Mhm.”
“What kind of musician?”
“I write, I play, I produce… I sing in a band.”
“Oh my god.” Your eyes widened dramatically. “Are you famous?”
He snorted.
“No.” He shook his head, smiling down at the table. “But anyways, things have just been really busy lately… I work a lot, I don’t let myself take time off and it’s been starting to affect the band and everything.”
Your face softened.
“Oh.”
He shrugged again like it wasn’t a big deal.
“The guys kept telling me I needed a break and I kept saying I was fine.”
You raised a brow.
“Were you fine?”
Noah looked at you, then smiled a little.
“…No.”
You laughed quietly.
“So I'm guessing they kidnapped you and brought you here?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “Pretty much.”
You glanced over at the rest of the table for a second, Folio and Kylie were both laughing at something Jess was saying. James and Nick were both deep in conversation, and Bryan was nodding his head at whatever he was saying. Jolly and Davis were too busy on their phones, not caring to socialise.
“What about you?” Noah asked suddenly, and you turned to look at him again.
“Huh?”
“What are you doing here?”
You smiled.
“Oh...” You sat back slightly in your chair. “This vacation has literally been years in the making.”
“Really?”
You nodded.
“When we were younger, we always said we’d go on some big summer trip together one day.”
You pointed around the table.
“But every year something happened. Kylie would be working, Jess had other plans, James would be broke…” You smiled. “Life stuff.”
Noah listened to you as you spoke, taking in every word you said, not just nodding along- something that didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“And then this year we finally did it.” You grinned. “We made it happen.”
That made Noah smile, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Kylie interrupted everybody.
“Do we all know what we’re ordering yet?”
Everyone nodded… except for you and Noah. You both glanced down at the menu, but there were too many options to choose from, and you were still feeling a little giddy just from being in his presence.
“Know what you want?” Noah asked.
Yeah, you.
“Nope.” You shook your head, “Do you?”
He shook his head with a little laugh, as if to say we’re both hopeless.
He stared at the menu for a moment longer, before looking back up at you.
“How much do you trust me?” He asked, and you looked over at him, your brows raised to say are you serious.
“I’ve known you for what… twenty minutes? Not at all.” You teased.
“Ouch,” he chuckled, “Thanks.”
“I’m kidding,” you grinned, unknowingly leaning more towards him. “Why? What are you thinking?”
“…Do you have any allergies?”
You shook your head.
“Not that I know of.”
“Good,” he smiled, “Me neither.”
“Noah, what are you-“
“What if I choose something for you,” he said, resting his elbow on the table, tilting his head and resting it in his hand, “You pick something for me?”
“Seriously?”
He nodded his head.
“What if you pick something I hate?”
“Is there anything on the menu you hate?” He asked, his voice soft.
You scanned it again before shaking your head.
“Good.” He smiled again, looking pleased with himself. “So are we doing it?”
You let out a long, dramatic, exaggerated sigh before nodding your head.
To keep it a surprise, you texted Kylie and explained what was happening- to which she was very excited to hear you both had hit it off so well. You asked if she could order for you to keep it a surprise, and Noah did the same but with Davis, who was a lot more confused about the situation.
The time passed quicker than you expected, more drinks were ordered, and the entire table all got to know each other. Nick talked about how he tattoos when he’s not touring or travelling to record with the band, Kylie talked about the month she spent in Australia on a business trip, Bryan and Jess began to bond over similar tastes in movies… all while James practically interrogated Davis after he so casually mentioned that he had previously worked for Jeffree Star.
Every so often, you’d catch Noah looking at you. Not in a weird way, his eyes were soft, his head tilted, and every time you laughed at something or grinned… a little fond smile would tug at his lips.
Eventually, plates started arriving, and they were passed down the table. One was set down in front of you, and another in front of Noah.
Your brows drew together as you looked down at yours, then over at Noah’s. Then you both looked at each other.
“No way.” You said with a little giggle.
“Great minds think alike, huh?” He smiled.
Because sitting in front of the both of you, were identical plates. The same thing, with the same sides.
“You copied me?” You asked with a teasing smile.
“Nuh uh, you copied me.”
You tried to ignore the blush creeping into your cheeks as you picked up your fork, thinking to yourself what are the chances.
…
People had started to leave the restaurant now, and you had now all finished eating. Plates had been stacked and pushed aside, glasses were pretty much empty, and everyone had a lot less energy now…
Well, almost everyone.
“So…” Kylie began, a smile creeping up on her lips, “You guys all look like you’re ready for bed. Y’know the night is only just starting, right?”
There were a few groans, you guessed they came from Jolly and Bryan, who looked like they were forcing their eyes to stay open.
“What’s your plan then?” Folio asked, and you watched as her face lit up.
“We should all go to the beach! Let’s have a night swim!”
“I’m in!” James grinned.
“Yeah, that sounds fun.” Folio nodded before turning to the rest of the table, “What about you guys? You coming?”
Nick was the first to shake his head, saying he was going to go back to his room and call his girlfriend. Jolly and Bryan’s excuse was that they were tired, but Kylie wasn’t taking that for an answer.
“You guys are so boring!” She groaned, “You don’t have to get in the sea… just come to the beach with us.”
As Kylie argued with them, Noah slowly turned his head, his gaze drifting over you before he quietly asked.
“What do you want to do?”
You shrugged softly with a little hum as if to say I’m not bothered.
“What do you wanna do?” You asked, and a little smile tugged at his lips.
“Dunno.” He answered, “I was thinking about going back to my room…”
You couldn’t hide the way your face fell.
“Oh.” You said quietly, the word slipping out without you even realising.
“But…” he continued, “I don’t really want to just yet. And like your friend said, the night’s only just starting.”
“You wanna go to the beach?” You asked, trying to act casual.
He looked like he was thinking for a moment, then he gave a gentle nod of his head.
“Yeah,” his eyes met yours again, and he leaned over towards you just a little, “Just... maybe without the others?"
Your brain short circuited. Was this a joke? Or was this his plan all along? Is he going to murder you?
But when you finally looked at him again, you saw the way he was watching your face, looking increasingly nervous.
Hey, so what if he’s a serial killer? He's cute and you’re in Greece. It’s worth the risk.
“You trying to get me alone, huh?” You teased, watching his face suddenly turn red.
“No- I’m just… I mean-”
You laughed, shaking your head.
“I’m joking… kinda.” You smirked, “So how are we going to sneak away without this lot noticing?”
…
Everyone went back to their rooms to get changed and grab some towels, and you were all going to meet up again downstairs in ten minutes. While you and James were sitting on your beds, waiting for a text from Kylie or Jess to say they’re ready, he decided to torment you.
“So… how’d you get on with pretty boy?” He smirked, making you roll your eyes.
“He seems nice.” You said, trying not to smile.
He just stared at you, brows raised, looking unimpressed.
“You were talking to him for almost two and a half hours, and all you can say is he’s nice?”
“Well, what do you want me to say?”
James shrugged.
“I just expected more, especially since you’ve had that I have a crush face ever since you laid eyes on him… are you gonna go for it?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean! Are you gonna bring him back here tonight? Have I gotta sleep in the bath with earplugs in, because I bought them-”
“James!” You groaned, “I just think he’s cute, okay? He’s nice, he’s funny- and sure he has really nice hands but that doesn’t mean I want to sleep with him! I only met the guy today!”
James, looking pleased with your reaction, was about to say something else, probably along the lines of don’t let that stop you! But then the door knocked, and you heard Kylie’s voice call out,
“C’mon guys! They’re waiting for us already!”
You had never been happier to hear Kylie’s voice in your life, and you immediately shot up, grabbing your phone and towel and practically sprinted to the door.
“Hey, don’t think this conversations over!” James laughed as he followed you to the door, but you ignored him as you opened it.
“What were you two yelling about?” Kylie asked as the two of you stepped out.
“She thinks Noah has nice ha-mmm!” Your hand slapped over James’ mouth just in time.
“Nothing!” You grinned, “You guys ready?”
Kylie and Jess nodded, and you shot James a glare as you pulled your hand back, and followed the three of them downstairs.
The lobby was pretty quiet, but it was 10pm so it was no surprise. There were a few couples wandering around, some sitting with drinks by the bar- but then you spotted the guys waiting by the entrance.
And of course, your eyes were drawn to Noah first. He’d changed out of his dinner clothes and was now wearing a pair of black swim shorts and a black tshirt… yet he still knew how to make it look unfairly good. He had a grey towel slung over his shoulder, his hands tucked into his pockets as he talked to the guys, and his hair….
Oh, his hair.
He had it tied half up half down, half of it in a little bun at the back of his head. But then as if he could feel your eyes on him, he looked up, and smiled the moment your eyes met.
You smiled back, but it quickly faded when James chuckled beside you.
“You two are so making out in the water.”
“James!” You hissed, though he didn’t care. Instead, he gasped.
“What if you two have a Mamma Mia moment, and you’re crawling across the beach- ow!”
You swatted his arm, shutting him up as Noah started to wander over.
“Hey.” He smiled.
“Hi.” You said back, suddenly feeling shy.
“Let’s go!” Kylie’s voice boomed across the room and you watched as every started following her out… everyone except you and Noah.
“Remember what we planned?” He asked, his lips twitching into a little smirk.
You nodded your head.
“Let them walk ahead… then we sneak off?”
Noah nodded.
“C’mon, they’ll notice we’re missing.” He said, starting to follow them out.
“They’ll notice anyway!” You laughed, quickly following behind him, but he just shrugged.
“Maybe they’ll think we got lost.” He smirked.
“We got lost? In a resort with signs all over the place?”
He smiled innocently.
“Yeah, they went left, we thought they went right… then suddenly whoops! We lost them!”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“If they tease us for this-”
“I’ll take the blame,” he said, “Now c’mon.”
You followed everyone out into the warm night air, trying to act normal while the group slowly drifted off ahead. You could see Kylie talking, her arms swinging about as she spoke to Folio and Bryan. James, Jolly and Jess were behind them, walking quietly.
Nobody was paying attention to you or Noah. It was going perfectly.
You glanced sideways at Noah, and he glanced sideways at you. You were wondering how much further you have to wait until the two of you disappear…
But then you felt his hand brush against yours, down by your side. It must’ve been accidental, the backs of his fingers carefully brushing against yours for a moment, but then he did it again.
You didn’t say anything, you just moved your hand a tiny bit closer… and this time when his fingers brushed yours, they stayed, and he slowly intertwined then with yours.
“Okay,” he whispered, slowing his steps by the path that led to the beach, “Ready?”
You tried not to giggle as you looked up to meet his eyes.
“They’re gonna realise-”
“So what?” He smirked, leading you right while the others walked left. “We thought they went this way.”
You shook your head, not even trying to hide your grin anymore as you let him lead you down to the beach.
…
The resort felt miles away now the two of you finally came to a stop on the other beach. And it was so peaceful, no Kylie or James shouting, no arguing, no other people. Just you, Noah and the waves.
The moon reflected over the water, turning the little ripples in the water silver every time they moved.
“I know it’s dark, but I think I like this beach better than the other.” You said as you kicked your shoes off, letting your feet sink into the sand a little.
Noah just smiled at that, then he caught the way you were looking over at the water.
“...Wanna go in?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head.
“No.”
He laughed softly.
“Why not?”
“Noah,” you said, meeting his eyes, “That water is going to be freezing.”
He looked back at the sea for a moment, before agreeing.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
You looked at him suspiciously as he kicked his shoes off.
“Is that it? That easy?”
“Huh?”
“No convincing me?”
“...No?”
“You’re not gonna throw me in?”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Of course not,” he said, “You don’t have to do anything you don't wanna do.”
It was silly how that made your heart feel warm. If you were with Kylie right now she’d be dragging you in with her, laughing as you’d attempt to push her away.
You watched as Noah dropped his towel down onto the sand, moving it about a little before sitting down, and patting the spot beside him. You smiled and sat down next to him- but before you could properly settle, he laid back and reached out for you, before pulling you down with him. You giggled as you went down, but then the two of you were shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the starry night sky.
You hadn’t realised just how much the lights in the resort hid the stars… because wow, there must’ve been hundreds, thousands of them.
For a while, neither of you said anything, you just laid there, watching the sky and listening to the sea… but then suddenly, Noah let out a quiet breath before he said,
“Y’know, I wasn’t expecting this.”
You turned your head to face him.
“This?” You smiled.
“Mm,” he hummed, still watching the sky, “I wasn’t expecting to meet anybody here.”
You let out a small laugh.
“No, me either.” You said, “It’s something me and my friends joked about, that we’re gonna find a vacation boyfriend, but…” your words drifted off, and you gave a small shrug.
Noah smiled at that, but then he went quiet again, and he looked like he was thinking. He looked over at you after a moment, but then his eyes were back on the sky.
“Can I be really honest with you?”
You felt your stomach drop slightly.
“Yeah…”
His thumb absentmindedly rubbed against his stomach, where his hand was resting.
“I know we’ve only just met… but I like talking to you. Tonight's been one of the best nights I’ve had in a while, and I’d love to get to know you better…”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you could tell a but was coming.
“But…” yep, there it was, “I have to let you know this now, because I don’t wanna be one of those guys that gets to know you and then screws you over and breaks your heart. My life is just… crazy.” He laughed softly through his nose, “I’m always on the road, when I’m at home I spend most of my time in the studio, I hardly sleep, I never have time to text or call people back…” He looked over at you, “Relationships and me just don’t really work.”
You stayed quiet, listening as he explained it to you, though you worried he might mistake that for you being upset.
“I don’t want us to spend time together here, get to know each other, and… let this go where it goes, and pretend I’m some guy who’s gonna call every day and make it work out long distance… so I thought I'd let you know now, before anything happens.”
Your expression softened as you looked at him.
“Noah… I’m not expecting any of that.” You explained.
He looked over at you, but you were now looking up at the sky.
“I just got out of a relationship, and work takes up most of my life too. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could make anything work either.” You looked at him, “And I know we’ve only known each other a few hours, but I like you too.”
Noah went very still, and you pushed yourself up onto one elbow.
“So…” you continued, “We’ve got a couple weeks here together… that doesn't mean we can't just have some fun?"
Noah was quiet for a moment, like he was taking that in, and then he smiled.
“Okay,” he nodded, “I can do that.”
You grinned, laying back down.
“Just try not to fall in love with me.” You teased.
However, Noah already knew that was going to be harder than it seemed.
a little fluffy comforting noah through a thunderstorm thing.
It’s 1am when the heat from the past few sweltering days finally breaks with a flash of lightning that illuminates the sky, and your bedroom. For a second, everything is lit bright and blinding before you’re plunged into darkness once more.
You count the seconds. One… two… thre—
A thunderous roar echoes in the distance, crawling closer, louder than the muffled rumbles that had previously stirred you awake.
A thunderstorm had been looming on the horizon, weather warnings already in place for the day ahead. They never phased you. If anything, you relished them, watching from the window with a thrill curling at the base of your skull with every crack of lightning splitting the sky, followed moments later by the roar of thunder. Sometimes it came loud and deafening, powerful enough to penetrate even closed windows. Other times, it softened into distant rumbles that faded with the passing of a brief storm.
Tonight, it’s the former.
The sound of thunder penetrates louder with your windows left open, and as you turn toward the window from where you lie in bed, listening to the rain striking against the pavement as the heavens finally open, Noah jolts awake beside you at the sudden gunshot-crack of thunder. Unlike you, he isn’t calm when it comes to thunderstorms, and being ripped so suddenly from sleep by one is enough to leave him visibly panicked and disoriented beside you.
Even in the dim illumination cast by the streetlights outside, you can make out the furrow of his brows when you turn to face him. Instinctively, he reaches for you like a safety blanket, your name spilling past his lips in nothing more than a rough croak as he desperately seeks reassurance.
Raising your hands, you cradle his face. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here. It’s just a little thunder.” Your voice softens as your thumb strokes against his cheek, and he melts into your touch like a cat seeking warmth and affection.
A moment later, your hand slips around to cradle the back of his head, gently guiding him down against your chest while you shift against your already squashed pillows to hold him comfortably.
“I thought this wasn’t until—”
Crack.
Another flash of lightning, followed by a booming roar, cuts him off, and you feel him tremble against you.
“Fuck,” he hisses beneath his breath, burying his face into your chest while your fingers comb soothingly through his hair.
“I guess it came early,” you murmur with a quiet laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
His fingers curl tightly into the fabric of your shirt, his arms winding around you as though the tighter he holds on, the safer he’ll be.
“It can’t hurt you, baby.”
All you get in response is a grunted acknowledgement that sounds closer to a disbelieving whine, because no matter how many times you’ve reassured him through past storms, it never quite settles the anxiety brewing while he waits for it to pass.
“Why don’t you put on that anime you’ve been watching?” you suggest, taking a different approach, hopeful that a distraction might help and keep him from spiralling into the catastrophising thoughts no doubt brewing in his mind.
“Okay…” Noah murmurs, his voice sounding so small compared to his overbearing size. Even as he shifts to reach for the TV remote he refuses to let go of you, one arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.
Another flash of lightning spills into the room, and Noah immediately tenses beside you. Your touch travels soothingly down his chest as he settles back against you after retrieving the remote.
“Here.” You gently take it from his hand, allowing him to return to his clingy form of self soothing.
The room is soon bathed in the glow of the TV light as you switch it on.
“Which one was it again?”
Opening Netflix, you scroll through the options before moving down to the ‘Continue Watching’ section just as Noah mumbles, “Naruto.”
You could roll your eyes at the amount of times he’s watched it already.
A small grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you hit play. The screen turns black before the familiar Netflix logo appears on the screen and the signature ta-dum sound suddenly blares through the room, causing Noah to flinch violently against you.
“Oh, baby, did that scare you?” Even though you try to hide it, amusement bleeds into your voice, earning a quiet chuckle from him in return.
“It caught me off guard. It was loud, okay?” he harrumphs, shaking his head before nestling his cheek against your chest again as he settles comfortably into place.
His attention eventually drifts toward the TV, growing quieter as the episode begins, while yours flickers between Noah and the bedroom window.
Outside, the night sky lights up intermittently, cracks of lightning branching across the darkness in jagged lines and fleeting shapes before vanishing just as quickly. At last, the cooling temperature begins to drift through the open window, no longer rendering your fan useless from doing nothing but blowing hot air around the room.
Just dropping in to say how incredible your writing is and I hope you never give up on it!💖
Thank you.
Sometimes I really think about just quietly leaving and never updating anything again. But that's not fair to all the amazing people who support me. And it's also not fair to myself!
I don't think I'm the best writer out there, but I am proud of what I make.
And it means a lot that you stopped to message me.
There are so many things I love about this and your writing, other anon go piss off:
Unfortunately for Bryan, who will have more work to do, it’s a great idea.
cackled at this
Noah hunches his back, pushes his shoulders up to his ears, and sneaks up beside you.
impeccable mental image, 12/10
Bryan likes to work with the people around him as his body doubles and to hold him accountable for his deadlines.
girl same
You’re just a girl with eyes. No one can blame you for looking.
GIRL. SAME.
Those aren’t all the highlights I love or else I’d be copying and pasting the entire thing. Also I love the back and forth between past and present. Thank you for taking the time to write this and share it.
- xoxo 🍋🟩
Taking the time to tell me all your highlights means the WORLD to me.
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idk what that last person was talking ab but ur writing absolutely did not fall off its as good as ever we all loved ur last story 🖤 keep ur head up an dont listen to the negative ones theyre just jealous they cant write like u
hi friend! just wanted to come here and let you know that your writing is actually so good and please don’t listen to those hate comments. people suck :((
Thank you 🖤🖤🖤
Honestly I debate ignoring them and not responding but I feel like that just makes them win even more? I want to show them that they don't mean anything.
But what means the world to me is amazing people like you taking time to tell me the opposite.