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How come you deleted your story about the reader meeting Noah at a party? :( I loved that story!
thank you for liking my story :) i'm currently moving blogs!
to be quite honest, i was having issues connecting what i had posted with the rest of the story i had mapped out in my head and figured i'd work on it more behind the scenes before reposting it.
i plan on posting an official statement about the new blog and the reasons behind moving, i just wanted to slowly move stuff over as to not overwhelm myself lol
content warnings: none! just fluff (if you believe i've missed something please let me know!)
word count: 3.7k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.
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A/N: here's a sequel to heart-shaped bandages & no matter what :D
sorry i've been extremely MIA the past couple months but i promise i'm working on the longer stuff. some changes will be made soon. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy this! and of course, here is the recipe this story is based off lmao.
also huge shoutout to @lilgarbitch for proofreading this for me <33
THREE YEARS AGO
One night you went over to Noah’s place to help him and Nick move some tour items into storage from their previous festival run. As the two were bantering over some technical mistake Matt had made during the last show, you couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Knowing you couldn’t always be there to watch and cheer for Noah and the boys from the sidestage or the tech booth, missing out on the inside jokes between all of them, helping set up, or when Noah would wrap you into a bear hug when he got off the stage and you acted grossed out from the sweat (when both of you knew you found it extremely hot).
Noah could tell there was something on your mind, so when you went into the kitchen to grab water, he followed behind you like a puppy-dog. As you stood in front of the open fridge, already having the water in hand but the thoughts kept you still, you felt Noah embrace you from behind, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pecked a kiss on the top of your head. Even when the worst thoughts plagued your mind, the presence of him against you always stilled your mind.
“Everything alright, darling? You seem a little spacey.” He asked in a quiet, uneasy tone.
You sighed before answering, feeling like a kid being caught stealing a cookie from the jar. He could always tell when something was amiss.
“Yeah bub, everything’s fine.” You breathed out, leaning back into his chest. He removed his arms from around your neck and placed his hands onto your shoulders to spin you around to meet his gaze. He slightly lowered himself to better read your expression (AKA, reading your mind).
“I can see that something is going on up here,” lifting his hand to lightly tap his finger against your forehead. As you felt tears start to prick your eyes, you quickly wrapped around his tall frame and nuzzled your face into his shirt. You had cried around him before, but usually during sad movies or when you just had a bad day, but this “left out” feeling just felt silly. Noah returned the embrace, wrapping one arm over the back of your shoulders and the other rubbing your back under your hoodie.
“I know you’re crying,” he whispered into your hair before leaving another kiss on top of it. He continued,
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
As silly as you felt, you did want to tell him. Although the two of you had been together for only a few months, being with him has helped you learn how to better communicate your feelings (both with him and others around you). If you didn’t talk about it, it was just going to eat at you more. You nodded your head, still pressed against his chest before looking up to him. He led you to the dining table and sat you down at the head of the table.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered before heading to the kitchen entryway to poke his head out, not even leaving your sight.
“Hey Nick, we’re gonna take a quick break.” He said with a slightly raised voice to make sure Nick heard him.
“Alright, I’m gonna head to my room. Come get me when you wanna finish moving shit.” You heard Nick respond, saying a silent prayer he wouldn’t overhear your and Noah’s conversation. Noah quickly returned and sat down next to you, lightly grabbing your hand that was lying on the table and lifting it to give it a soft kiss.
“What’s going on angel?” His tone laced with worry as his eyebrows knitted together.
“Honestly, it’s kind of silly.” You answered, looking down at your lap.
“Okay, well. You’re kind of silly so this comes as no surprise to me. Shoot.” He teasingly replied. You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face as the tension eased away.
“Well.. It’s just that.. Uh… I guess I just feel a little left out. I can't be a part of your tour life with you and the guys.. I don’t get any of the jokes or stories, I just wish I could be there…” You started to trail off at the end. You removed your eyes from your lap to glance up at Noah, whose gaze was set in front of him but you could tell his mind was elsewhere, his eyebrows furrowed together in thought. You started to gnaw on your lip anticipating his response, and when his eyes met yours, you noticed they had a light behind them.
“What if we move in together?” He asked, but he seemed to already know the answer behind the smile creeping onto his lips.
“I- what?” Taken aback by the sudden proposal.
“What if we move in together. We’d have a plethora of our own inside jokes and stories and quips that the guys will never understand, and frankly, I think they’d be more jealous of us.” He said matter of factly.
“I-I mean.. Don’t you think it’s a little too soon? I don’t wanna move too fast. What if it turns out we hate each other?”
Noah gave you a knowing look before responding,
“Babe, you’re practically a roommate of the house anytime we’re home, which is pretty often mind you.” You contemplated his words, knowing they’ve only been gone a total of a month or two within the time you and Noah have been together, and the rest of the time you were either here or at work.
“Okay but what about my apartment? And all my stuff? I don’t wanna overcrowd your guys’ place or overstep or-” Noah cut you off.
“We’ll get our own place.” He said as if it was a no-brainer.
“What?” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. Noah put his elbows on the table and leaned forward.
“The lease with the guys ends next month. We were debating on renewing but Nick wants to move back to Virginia and Jolly wants to get his own place. We could stay here with Matt and Orie but I think we’d both prefer a place by ourselves.” With the last bit he clasped his hands together and raised his eyebrows for emphasis, to which you stifled a small laugh.
“Okay, but bub, what about my apartment? I still have four months left on my lease and I can’t break it.”
“Y/N, your apartment has a leak in the roof that your asshole of a landlord has refused to fix since I’ve met you and instead just gives you a bucket. That’s enough to break a lease.”
You mulled over his words, fully realizing the gravity of the conversation. You had never lived with a boyfriend before, and although you practically already lived with Noah, it was still a big step for the two of you.
Noah noticed the expression on your face shift and grabbed your hand to soothe you, and somehow that cemented your decision. You would be moving in with Noah Sebastian.
“Hey.. We don’t have to if you don’t-” You cut him off before he could finish.
“Let’s do it.”
You think back on the memory with fondness as you absentmindedly wipe down the counter at the piercing shop, which you moved your way up to becoming one of the most notable piercers in the area and taking in clients daily. As much as you hated to admit it, Noah was right. Living with him was one of the best decisions you have ever made. The two of you have been living together a little over three years, and have been together for four. While you two had the usual ups and downs of any couple, everything brought you closer together (if that was even possible). You were able to find a charming house in the hills of California, it wasn’t huge but was still comfortable for the guys to visit and lounge out or work on music since Noah had one of the bedrooms turned into a full studio, but it didn’t feel empty when they left. There was a garage with enough room for both of your cars that opened into the kitchen, which was the perfect size and had a pantry and large fridge and freezer. It also had a large island that both you and Noah had made various meals (and messes) over the years. The kitchen was connected to the dining room, the two of you hosting various dinner parties over the years, both for achievements or just for fun. The living room had a glass coffee table, a large black couch and matching chaise lounge, initially the two of you argued over whose “spot” that would be before realizing both of you could comfortably fit on it to watch movies on the large television mounted to the wall. There were end tables on each side of the lounge set. The living room had a glass door leading to the backyard. The patio had an overhang adorned with warm-colored string lights, weathersafe sofas, a dining table and chairs, and a grill (which Noah has probably used twice, but Folio fires it up anytime he visits). All the rooms had been decorated with both yours and Noah’s style, which surprisingly meshed quite well together. Random shelves had various knickknacks both of you had collected and gifted each other over the years, your favorite being the plush mothman Noah got you for your first birthday you spent with him, and he claims his favorite are those godforsaken grass flipflops he got years ago (yes, he does actually wear them around the house), but you know it’s actually the Itachi figurine you got him “just because.” Your guys’ bedroom had a California king bed, you had argued you only needed a king, but Noah insisted on the larger one because of his stature. The mattress was placed on a canopy bed frame that originally had red lacey curtains on it until your now three year old rottweiler, Princess, had torn off when she was a puppy, and the two of you decided to just leave them off. Both sides of the bed had matching nightstands, littered with both yours and Noah’s belongings, with the mothman plushie sat on your side, and the Itachi figurine on his side (which is how you figured it was his favorite knickknack). Opposite of the bed was a dresser with a TV standing on top of it, which Noah insisted he wouldn’t use because of the bluelight, but you frequently walk up stairs to him curled up in bed with Princess watching an anime after he said he’d be going to sleep early. The main bedroom had a connected walk-in closet and a bathroom with a large bathtub with jets, a shower with two showerheads so both of you could be in there without one of you getting cold, a his & her sink, and plenty of cabinets and drawers for your various hair and skincare products you swore you were going to go through.
The shop was closed for the rest of the day, but some jewelry displays needed rearranging along with some general cleanup.Thankfully, the counter was the last thing you needed to wipe down, and soon you gathered your things to head home. As you got in your car, you stripped yourself of the Bad Omens hoodie you had been wearing since the shop was cold. You wore a plain grey muscle tank underneath with some black mom jeans and Doc Martens. The commute was a bit crowded as it was rush hour, so it took you an extra few minutes. In the meantime, you had turned the “the entire ratatouille script" playlist you and Noah had collaborated on (the title was obviously his idea). When you scrolled down to find the songs you recently put on it, you noticed he had added a new song to it earlier in the day, which you quickly queued up. You were surprised by the music choice, which was a more romantic song that didn't quite fit the genres he usually listened to. Once it got to chorus, you couldn’t help the small smile that curled onto your lips along with heat rushing to your cheeks.
Tell me you love me, and tell me you need me
And you can haunt me, and never leave me
So I can get lost in those eyes
I know, I know
You decided to replay it a couple times since you couldn’t help the way it made you feel, and before you knew it, you were pulling into the garage. You sat in the car for the song to finish, before gathering your things and heading inside. The moment you entered the door, you overheard Noah making noise around the corner in the kitchen as Princess ran up to greet you.
You knelt down to greet her before turning the corner to greet your boyfriend. Immediately, you could tell he was extremely focused at the task at hand, barely noticing your presence as you watched him run around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off as he was reading the instructions on his phone while simultaneously cooking something on the stove and prepping what seemed to be chicken breast on the island with various spice containers and produce bags laying around it. Princess went to stand by his side in hopes of any dropped scraps. He was wearing an Outsider Cult t-shirt, a pair of black joggers, and some black socks coupled with his slides. He finally acknowledged you when you let out an amused sigh at his current state, his eyes lit up when he looked over at you, the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin, bigger than usual.
“Hey babe, how was work?” He asked in a curious tone as he washed his hands before walking over to properly greet you.
“It was good, had a few appointments and a couple jewelry changes. How was yours?” You replied as he engulfed you in a hug. With his head resting on top of yours, he answered,
“It was good, Davis came over for a bit to work on some new merch designs.” Which you hummed in response as your face was buried in his chest. He pulled away slightly and softly grabbed your face in his still-damp hands to give you a kiss, which you playfully leaned away from while removing his hands from your face.
“Bub your hands are still wet.” You teased, he just wiped his hands on his joggers and placed his hands back to kiss you. It was soft and intimate, nothing words could ever describe. After he slowly pulled away, you noticed that the pot Noah had on the stove began to boil over.
“Bub, the stove.” You exclaimed while nodding your head in the direction. Noah quickly turned around to turn the burner lower and put a bag of bowtie pasta in the pot, then covered it with the lid. You took a couple steps forward to oversee what he was making, but before you could make any guesses, Noah wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you into the living room, Princess following closely behind. Confused, you asked,
“What are you doing?” But instead of answering, he continued guiding you until you stood in front of the chaise and lightly pushed you onto it.
“Dinner is a surprise. I already let you see too much,” He said the last part with a slight whine with a fake exaggerated frown on his face that made you giggle.
“I better not be getting poisoned,” you quipped as Noah shuffled his way back into the kitchen, calling out,
“I’ll make sure to keep the poison out of the food.” Giving you another giggle as you grabbed a blanket from beside you and called Princess up to lay next to you. As you leaned over to grab the remote off the end table, you noticed the string lights on the patio had been turned on, but Princess was already comfortable beside you and you didn’t want to disturb her to get up and investigate. You assumed Noah planned to have dinner outside tonight since it was still warm out. After browsing some of the streaming options, you settled on Criminal Minds, since Noah didn’t have much interest in it. Before you realized it, you had dozed off during the middle of the episode.
You woke up to Noah gently shaking you awake,
“Sweetheart, dinner is ready.” He softly whispered. He never liked waking you up. No matter how much sleep you got, you always woke up a little grumpy. Once you fully came to, your nose was rushed with the lingering scent of what Noah cooked. You looked around and noticed Princess wasn’t next to you anymore and drew your attention back to Noah.
“Come on, we’re gonna eat outside tonight. It’s pretty nice out.” He exclaimed, grabbing your hands in his to help lift you up. As you made your way to the glass door, Noah guided you with his hand on the small of your back. When you opened the door, you saw he had decorated the table with a tablecloth and a few lit pillar candles in varying sizes. You were in awe at the sight, quickly turning around to question him.
“What’s all this for?” Turning your head slightly to fully absorb the setup.
“Oh, y’know. I just thought it would be nice to treat you to a more romantic dinner.” He answered, putting his hands in his pockets and looked down bashfully. Even in the dim light, you could see the blush start creeping up on his face.
“Well thank you, bub. It looks beautiful.” You complimented, turning back towards him to give him an embrace, which he gladly accepted. As you were hugging him, he grabbed your chin to tilt your head up. The two of you bore into each other's eyes for a few beats before he gave you a tantalizing kiss. When you pulled away, you noticed his hand quiver a little, but assumed he got a chill from the wind.
“Let’s eat before it gets cold,” he stated while grabbing your hand to lead you to the table. He pulled out your chair for you before dishing you up. The meal consisted of a pasta dish with chunks of chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and spinach. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen this dish before, but couldn’t quite place your finger on it. After Noah dished himself up, he went to his seat at the table across from you.
“It smells great, what recipe is this?” You asked curiously, putting a few bits of each ingredient on your fork.
“Oh.. Uh.. It’s just some recipe I found online, it had pretty good reviews so figured I’d give it a shot.” He answered, his voice faltering slightly while grabbing some of the food onto his own fork, noting the slight tremble still present in his hands.
“Everything alright, bub?” You asked, slight worry overtaking your tone.
“Yep, just not sure if you’ll like it.” He stated. With that, you raised the fork to your mouth and took a bite. You immediately sat back in the chair in amazement, the savory flavors melting on your tongue.
“Noah, this is delicious!” You exclaimed, grabbing more of the pasta onto your fork.
“Thank you, love.” He replied warmly as his lips curled into a small smile.
The rest of the dinner was tranquil, the two of you talking over the new merch designs, which Noah was ecstatic over. He showed you some photos of what he and Davis came up with. The front illustration had the lamb of god with “Bad Omens” displayed under it in their signature font, with the back containing “Live Forever,” a callback to their self-titled album track. You complimented the design the two created, but Noah said it was just a rough draft for now. You told him the story of one of the clients that came in earlier, claiming his earlobes were hurting. After asking him if he was doing proper aftercare, he said he had been cleaning it with rubbing alcohol instead of saline. The story made Noah cringe at the thought. As the two of you ate, you remembered the song he had added to the playlist earlier.
“I saw you added a new song to the playlist earlier.” You stated curiously.
“Oh yeah? Did you like it?” His eyes slightly lit up at the mention, excited you had noticed.
“It was cute. I’m just surprised you added it, it’s not something you’d usually listen to.” You answered.
“Davis played it earlier and it reminded me of you.” He admitted, resulting in the blush from earlier to return to your face.
Once the two of you were finished eating, he grabbed both your plates and brought them inside, telling you to stay on the patio. It took a few minutes for him to return, Princess following behind him with a louder than usual jingle from her collar. Noah grabbed your hand to lift you off the chair, giving you a tight hug before pulling away to give you a deep kiss. He instructed Princess to sit next to him, which she surprisingly complied to. He bent down to grab something from her collar, you couldn’t make it out under the dimly lit lights and his hand quickly engulfing it. Before you knew it, he was getting down on one knee next to her, and opening up a jewelry box that contained a ring with a marquiste cut diamond. Your eyes immediately filled with tears once you processed what was happening.
“Y/N, since meeting you, I have never been happier. Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again. You’re my best friend and I can’t imagine my world without you in it. Will you marry me?”
The tears started to slowly stream down as a wide smile spread across your face.
“Of course I’ll marry you, bub.” You accepted while pulling Noah up to kiss him. He softly wiped the happy tears from your eyes when it clicked.
“Wait.. Did you fucking make a ‘marry me pasta’ recipe to propose?” You jokingly accused.
“That I did,” He stated proudly.
“You’re such a dork.” You teased before kissing him again before he picked you up, one of his arms cradling your back as the other supported your legs.
“What are you doing!” You yelped out.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my future bride to bed.”
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Author’s Note: The fucking Folio brain rot got to me. I can’t take it idk where it came from but it won’t leave. I can’t get this freak (affectionate) out of my head.
I really hated Meg, Ally, and Maddy for dragging me to this club. Not actually. I came here on my own free will, it was just way too packed, it smelled like sweat and straight alcohol, and they’ve already left me to look for some “meat” as they like to call their boy toys of the night. Between the heat of the bodies gyrating through the dance floor and bar, and the lights that kept flashing into my eyes, I wanted to be anywhere else but here.
I never had any luck when it came to picking up guys at bars and clubs, mainly because no one ever looked worth the time, and they were all sweaty and definitely on something by the time I built up the courage to even talk to one, but I still couldn’t turn down the invitations every single time. I just wanted to see my girls, even if it was only for the ride here and for about 20 minutes as we let the alcohol hit our system before they took off and left me wallflowering and people watching. I couldn’t be upset, though. It was my choice to stick to the sidelines as they lived their best life. They’ve asked me on multiple occasions if I wanted them to stay with me, but the club wasn’t the place for us to sit in the corner and gossip, it was for us to socialize and make bad decisions.
But there were no socializing or bad decisions for me. Never seemed to be. Until tonight. I was just leaning against the bar, watching the crowd with my drink in my hand, desperately wanting it to cool me and my nerves. I could see him off to the side of the dance floor and just watched him. The way he chatted with the guys around him and gave an award winning smile to the girls that wanted to pass by. A few seemed to stop and chat, but he seemed to send them on their way. He was probably just here to have a good time, so even if I had the nerves to make a move, his reactions to them were telling me not to.
And then he glanced my way, catching my eye for a split second, a small smirk dancing on his lips once he realized our gaze locked, before turning back to his conversation with the guy taller than him with a large neck tattoo and the other with long hair and a baseball cap. The smirk sent mixed signals to my brain. Was it an invitation, or pure amusement at the fact that another girl was seemingly thirsting over him? I didn’t know, but I decided to choose the latter in that moment, not even wanting to imagine the embarrassment if I decided to put on my big girl pants and actually make a move. But that didn’t stop me from ogling from afar.
He was extremely fit, toned to the point that I couldn’t even imagine what he did to stay in that shape. It wasn’t bulky muscle like he routinely worked out, but a physique of someone who seemed to constantly be moving their body. And his arms were probably the most toned I’ve seen. Defined muscle glistening under the lights. I couldn’t help but imagine what the rest of his body looked like. Or the possible stamina his regimen gave him.
It wasn’t until he glanced in my direction again that I realized that I had just been staring at him, my mind filled with the most lewd thoughts of him and what his body could do. Thoughts of what we could do in a dark-lit corner of this club. What I’d do to him if he let me bring him home. Or if he’d bring me back to his. I didn’t know if it was the pure distracted lust in my eyes that he caught when he glanced over, or the sudden shock that came over after I realized I had been caught, but now he was holding my gaze, that smirk on his lips once again.
And I was paralyzed. Staring at him from across the room, not knowing what to do. If I should even do anything. It was like he was testing me. Waiting to see if I’d make a move. But I had seen his reactions to the other girls. I didn’t want to be the next one pushed off. So after finally pulling my gaze from his, I turned around and pretended like nothing even happened.
I order another drink, needing something more in my system as I’ve just been nursing my last for who knows how long. Once the bartender hands it to me, I lean on the bar and stare down at it as my mind races. It’s not like I’ve never seen a guy somewhere and eyed him up for a bit, just thinking of what could be, but the thoughts this man put into my mind were new. I almost had the nerve to go up and introduce myself, which I’ve never done. I never make the first move, but something about him almost made me want to face my fear of rejection and try.
And now that I think more of what just went down, I realize that I may have seen it wrong. Who just holds eye contact like that, especially with a challenging look? Almost like he dared me to try something. Like he knew I was fighting against my pull towards him, and he almost wanted to taunt me for it.
After draining my drink, I finally built up the courage to glance back over, but to my surprise, I see…my friends. Chatting with them. I watched as Ally laughed at something he said and before I knew it, my feet were dragging me over there. The first to notice me was Maddy, giving me a bright smile, a hint of shock in her eyes, seemingly from me actually stepping out of my safe spot away from the crowd. I plaster on a wide grin, pretending like it was normal for me to join in with the group in situations like this.
“Oh, hey!” Ally shouts over the music once she notices me step to her side. I pretend like I don’t even notice the guys, like I wasn’t just using my friends as an excuse to get closer to this mysterious man.
I lean into her side with a greeting smile, turning to the others to pick up on their conversation. But I wasn’t really paying attention. All my mind was focused on was the man to my right, a smirk plastered on his face that I only allowed myself to see out of my peripheral.
Meg still hadn’t noticed me, too caught up in her conversation with the guy in the cap, but Ally and Maddy introduced me to the other’s. The one with the neck tattoo was Noah, another one of the guy’s friends seemed to have joined them, and he introduced himself as Davis. Noah hooks his thumb towards cap guy, telling me that he was Matt, and all that was left was mysterious boy to my right.
I turn to him, trying to act nonchalant, like I hadn’t been staring at him for who knows how long, and introduce myself.
”Y/N,” I tell him, holding out a hand for him to shake. He gives me a smile, one that barely hid the devious look in his eyes, like he knew a secret of mine.
“Nick, but my friends just call me Folio,” He replies, locking his hand in mine and giving it a small shake. I do my best to keep my eyes focused on his, not letting them drift to his arm that I could tell flexed under the club lights before he released my hand.
“Nice to meet you,” I say with a small nod before turning back to the group, needing to seem uninterested, despite the thoughts racing in my head and the heat growing in my body just from that one touch.
The group continues to talk and I just lean towards Ally, using her familiar presence as comfort and so I wasn’t standing too close to Folio. I come to learn that Noah and Folio were in a band, currently on tour, and Matt and Davis were part of their crew. They had a few days off so they decided to go out for the night. Apparently the other band members, another Nick and Jolly they told us, weren’t feeling up for it, so it was just them for the night. As the girls use their magic and chat up the boys about what they do and what it’s like to tour, I use this as an opportunity to maybe get to know Folio better.
“So what instrument do you play?” I ask him after shifting to face him. He gives me a small smug smile and turns to me, creating what feels like a bubble around us, drowning out the others.
“I play the drums,” he answers, and I nod in response. It made sense. No wonder he’s so toned. Constantly using his arms and legs. And by the looks of the guys, I wouldn’t be surprised if their band was heavier, meaning he probably did a lot of work on the drums. I hear a small chuckle and that’s when I realize my eyes had drifted back to his body as I made the connection as to why he’s so fit. I play it off by rolling my eyes and looking back up at him.
“What got you into the drums?” I ask, both interested and just wanting to hear him talk more.
We chat about him playing, me happily letting him ramble about his interest and talent as I smile and nod along, not so subtly continuing to check him out the whole time. I learn about how long he’s played and get to find out what touring is like and what all goes into performing on stage. I was a little shocked to learn that his band is apparently doing arena shows and touring with bands I’ve loved for years, yet I never heard of them, but it was nice to learn that we had a lot of music taste in common and for me to share the excitement for his accomplishments.
Not so long into our chat, he gets pulled into a conversation with Davis, letting me take a step back and listen to the others for a bit to cool down. It was overwhelming stepping so far out of my comfort zone like this. I always watched from afar as my girls chatted up guys, wishing I was sociable enough and had the confidence to do what they did, so finally having the push to do so was definitely an experience, especially knowing that the person who managed to catch my attention was…practically famous. It was someone I could truly show respect for, instead of some of the guys who tried flirting with me at the bar on multiple occasions. He wasn’t some cocky loser. He had so much going for him and I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time standing here giving him attention.
I try to keep up with the conversations happening, but with Meg and Matt in their own little world, and the other five having what seems like five different conversations at once, I feel like I need a breather already. Ally seemed to be distracted with Noah, and Davis, Maddy, and Folio were deep in a conversation about what they could do on their next few stops on tour, so I knew if I slipped out of the group, I’d be fine. While Davis and Folio were talking about some significance their next stop had that I was completely blocking out, I patted Maddy’s shoulder and let her know I was gonna run and grab another drink. She gave me a small nod and turned back to the boys, so I slipped away.
“A vodka lemonade, please. Make it a double,” I told the bartender once I caught his attention.
“Make that two and add it to my tab,” I heard from beside me, making me quickly turn to see Folio sliding in beside me. The bartender nodded and turned to make the drinks.
“You seem more like a beer guy than a vodka guy,” I teased, causing him to laugh.
“Oh, I am, but I figured I’d try it since I always see people ordering it. Plus it’s just easier on the bartender,” He says with a small smirk, nodding his head towards the guy behind the bar.
“And you left your friends just to try a drink?” I asked, making him shake his head with a laugh.
“No, not exactly. Your friend and Davis started talking about what they could do after we leave, so I figured that was my sign to take a step back and let them do their thing. Plus I needed another drink anyway.” I nodded, understanding not wanting to be a part of that conversation.
Then the bartender slid us our drinks and I gave him a small smile and ‘thank you’ before taking a sip. I turn back to Folio to see him do the same before making a face.
“God, this is just rubbing alcohol with a hint of lemon juice. You like this?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“The lemon drop martinis are better, but I figured ordering this would be simpler. You’ll get used to the bitterness once the vodka hits.” He rolled his eyes and took another sip, bigger this time, hoping for the alcohol to hit faster.
”Better hit soon. No offense, but your friends took my entertainment of the night and now I’m just bored.” I gave him a fake gasp.
“I’m boring you?” I asked, feigning offense, causing his eyes to widen as he realized how his words could be taken.
“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant at all. I just wasn’t planning on them..you know..mingling tonight. This was just gonna be us going out for some drinks and music to blow off some steam for the night.” I playfully elbowed him as I took another sip of my drink.
“You’ll get used to it. That’s what happens to me every time we go out. My girls just have a different way of…blowing off steam..I guess you could say,” I replied as I glanced back at the group. Meg and Matt were long gone, nowhere to be found, Noah and Ally looked as if they were whispering secrets into each other’s ears with how close they’ve gotten, and I can see that Maddy and Davis had found themselves in the middle of the dance floor, chemistry flowing off them with each move.
“So what do you do?” He asks, bringing me back to our conversation.
”Huh? What do you mean?”
”What do you do to blow off steam after a long day? Didn’t seem like you were joining them on their prowl, so do you just sit back and eye fuck every hot guy or what?” I choked on my drink as he said that, earning a laugh and a pat on the back until I caught my breath.
“I was not eye fucking anybody. I was just…people watching.”
“Yeah right. I felt your eyes on me before I even noticed you. If that’s what you call ‘people watching’ then you may want to lose that look in your eyes before someone gets the wrong message.”
”Look? What look?” I asked.
“The one where it felt like you were trying to see me naked,” he answered with a chuckle.
“I was doing no such thing!” I scoffed.
”Yeah? So then you weren’t also checking me out when we were talking before?” I just rolled my eyes before giving him a fake unimpressed look.
“Is that what you want to hear? For me to admit that I was eye fucking you?” I asked as I turned my body back to face him, giving him a teasing smirk.
“I mean it wouldn’t hurt the ego. And no judgement. I’ll admit that when you finally looked away, I may or may not have done the same thing, so,” He opened his arms and waved his hands down his body, signing that I was allowed to stare all I wanted, “Feel free”
I snickered and took a step back, jokingly taking in his appearance. But I definitely took my time taking it in. As my eyes trailed down his chest, the sweat from being in a crowded club causing his shirt to stick to his stomach, he mumbled something.
“As long as your body matches what your eyes can do,” he says under his breath, almost like he just meant to say it to himself. I glance back up at him, giving him a sly smirk.
”Yeah?” I tease, causing him to blink like he didn’t realize he said it out loud.
He lets out a small chuckle and drops his arms before taking another sip from his drink, making a small face at the bitterness again. I take that moment to really take in the position I got myself in. Hot guy flirting with me, giving me signs that he could be down for some fun, and who was I to pass that up?
I glance around the club for a moment, taking in our surroundings. I’ve been here so many times with the girls that I feel like I know this place like the back of my hand, especially every dark corner and hiding spot when things have gotten too much. I catch a girl leaving the bathroom, one that was definitely too small for the amount of people that this club sees, and then glance back at Folio, my plan already set in mind.
I reach out and grab his drink, taking it from him and setting both of ours down on the bar. He gives me a slightly confused look before I grab his hand with a sly smile and gently pull him along. I feel his hand tighten on mine as he realizes I’m taking him somewhere that wasn’t the dance floor, the small sign of shock and excitement mixed with the feel of his skin against mine sending heat through my body once again.
Once I reach the bathroom, I release his hand and gently open the door and glance in. All stalls were open and no one was at the sinks, so I turned around and grabbed him by the shirt before dragging him in with me. Thankfully, besides the lights by the dance floor and bar, the place was quite dark, so I doubt anyone would’ve seen us enter together, and if they did, hopefully they’d understand to leave us alone.
When the door closed behind him, I quickly locked it and turned to him. He still had this shocked look on his face, but more so because I made the first move, not because he was upset I dragged him in here.
I reach up and gently grab the collar of his shirt before bringing him down to my height, pulling his face to mine. Instantly, he follows lead, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my head as his lips crash into mine. It was the furthest thing from a delicate kiss. He was pressing my body against his as teeth clashed and the taste of the vodka and lemonade got even stronger.
He spun us, pressing me into the door. I moved my hands from his collar, one drifting to the back of his head, gripping at the hair at the nape of his neck, and the other traveling between us. A soft groan escaped his throat as my hand came in contact with his bulge. His hands gripped at my body tighter as I began palming him through his pants, his breathing picking up against my lips.
“Fuck, Y/N. You’re killing me,” he practically whimpered.
He drops one arm and brings it to my thigh, gripping it and hooking it around his hip. I remove my hand and wrap it around his neck as he closes the distance between us once again. Our lips crash back into each other as he grinds his bulge against me. My skirt has fully ridden up at this point, so I could feel the friction of his jeans through the thin fabric of my panties, causing me to gasp into our kiss.
Between the alcohol slowly warming my body, the way his strong callused hands gripped at my skin, and the way he perfectly rubbed against me, I could already feel myself getting close. My hold on his hair got tighter and I pulled away from the kiss to drop my head against the door behind me as my moans picked up.
He started leaving kisses against my neck as he continued to grind into me, whispering against my skin as he pulled me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come on, baby girl,” he pressed another kiss to the spot right below my ear, “Let me take care of you. Cum for me.”
And with that I let out a long moan, holding him even tighter as pleasure shot through my body. He continued to rub against me, helping me ride it out, before slowing and moving the hand that wasn’t holding my thigh down to his waist band. He swiftly undid his belt and button with one hand, watching his movements with his forehead rested against my shoulder.
As he tugged his jeans and boxers down, I couldn’t help but drop a hand to his cock, earning a small exasperated ‘fuck’ in response. He dug his face into my neck as I slowly stroked him, before he grabbed my hand and pulled it away, letting out a small huff the moment I let go.
He pulled away slightly to look down between us, seeing the soaked fabric of my panties. He gently rubbed his thumb over them, causing me to twitch at the slight over stimulation and him to groan in response. Tugging them aside, he lined himself up with me, before stopping, letting out another ‘fuck’. He reached behind him with his free hand and pulled out his wallet, opening it up with one hand and holding out for me to help. I see the shiny foil packet and slide it out of the pocket. I quickly tear it open with my teeth as he watches me, already insanely turned on again even though I just came.
I spit the small piece of foil from my lips and hold the open packet to him, dropping the rest of it once he pulls the condom out. He slides it onto his cock, a small groan escaping as he unrolls it down the base. He glances up at me, holding eye contact as he lines himself up with my entrance again.
Watching his face as he entered me, the droop of his eyelids mixed with the stretch of his cock had my knees ready to buckle. My jaw dropped at the feeling of him filling me, a soft moan leaving my lips as he sank into me. When he finally bottomed out, he dropped his forehead to mine, allowing me to get used to the stretch. After a few moments, I tighten my leg hooked around him, signalling for him to move.
The second he pulls out and pushes back in, moans instantly fill the room. He crashes his lips back into mine as he picks up speed. He drops his other hand to my other leg, gently tapping it. I tighten my hold on his neck and jump, him quickly catching me and pressing me into the door more as he wraps both my legs around his hips.
The door shakes behind me as he thrusts into me, each movement shaking our bodies and earning more sounds from the both of us. The feeling of his strong arms holding me up and against him felt just like I imagined. His cock felt even better.
“Fuck, Nicky,” I moan against his lips, “Oh my god you feel so good.”
His movements falter for a split second at the nickname, before he picks up speed and fucks into me even harder, each thrust hitting the perfect spot. I pull my lips from his and drop my head, the pleasure getting too intense. All that filled my brain was the feeling of him in and against me, and all I could do was moan into his shoulder.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Fuck, I’m getting close.” He groaned into my ear.
“Me too.” I managed to get out between moans.
He grips onto me even harder, his groans turning into whimpers as he gets closer. With just a few more thrusts, I’m falling apart in his arms, digging my head into his neck and letting out a loud gasp. My back arches into him and my legs tighten around his hips even more, causing him to only be able to give shorter thrusts. With my body tensing against his, it doesn’t take him long to follow. His hips falter and he has to release one of my thighs to press a hand against the door behind me to keep his balance, a long, whiney “fuck” filling my ears.
We stay there for a few moments, catching our breath before he finally pulls out. He slowly eases me back onto my feet before sliding the condom off, tying it and tossing it into the trash. I fix my panties and skirt, then grab the remnants of the package and toss them, too. As I go to turn towards the sink, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me towards him again, pulling me into another kiss. This one less heated, but still full of passion.
“No one’s ever called my Nicky before,” He says with a chuckle after pulling away.
“Glad to know I’ll be memorable,” I tease as I turn to wash my hands in the sink, him following suit.
“Oh, that’s not all you’ll be memorable for.”
“Oh yeah? Guess we’re both boosting egos tonight.” He chuckles softly and follows me back to the door.
I unlock it and slowly open it. Thank god there wasn’t anyone waiting outside ready to catch us. We both slip our way out of the bathroom and towards the crowd again. I glance around the room, trying to see if any of mine or his friends were anywhere to be found, but either they all left or disappeared for similar reasons. I turn back to Folio and see him doing the same before glancing down towards me.
“I uh..have a hotel room to myself tonight,” He spoke over the music with a chuckle. I giggle and grab his hand, leading him towards the exit.
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pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader, established relationship
content warnings: mentions of a minor wound and blood, but once again all fluff!!
word count: 1.7k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.
A/N: this is a little prequel to heart-shaped bandages. i hope you enjoy :D
The day was slowly coming to an end, the sun already set. Noah had spent his day working in the studio while you were interning at a piercing studio. When you arrived home, you detected the scent of what you assumed to be dinner hanging in the air, prompting you to realize you were hungrier than you thought. Noah was sprawled out on the couch, but quickly got up to capture you in a bearhug. With your face pressed into his chest, you smelt his cologne and the unmistakable scent that was him. Even though you only said bye to him several hours ago, you both missed each other and the hug fully encapsulated it.
With a satisfied hum from him from the comfort of having you in his arms, you asked,
“What did you make? It smells yummy bub.” your face muffled into his chest.
“Well, I got out of the studio earlier than I thought so I ordered some groceries for some steak and potatoes.” he said proudly into your hair, leaving a soft kiss on your head in the process.
You pulled away slightly from the embrace to look up at Noah, your eyes widening in excitement, with his own creasing from the proud grin plastered on his face from your reaction.
With the confirmation of dinner, your stomach slightly rumbled with excitement, to which Noah chucked,
“Come on, let’s get you fed.” he stated. With a peck to your lips, he pulled away from the embrace to guide you into the kitchen with his hand on your lower back, refusing to break the physical contact between the two of you.
Once you both got dished up and settled in at the dining table, conversation between you two flowed easily (as it always did).
“How was work, darling?”
“It was good bub, I got to do a few discounted piercings on some willing clients. How was the studio session today?”
“Pretty good, we got through some tracks quicker than we thought, so it was great to come home and make dinner for my girl.”
You felt your insides melt at his comment, practically having hearts in your eyes.
“Well thank you bub, it’s really good.” You stated while popping a piece of potato in your mouth, your tone dripping with adoration, both for the loving act of your boyfriend, and just his overall being.
“Anything for you my love,” his tone complementing your own, grabbing your hand from across the table and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You two stayed like that for a few beats, Noah breaking the silence first.
“I actually had something we worked on earlier I wanted to show you, would you be good with listening to it after dinner?”
Your face lit up with excitement. Over the time of being with Noah, he had become a lot less reserved of the work he put into his craft, even getting to the point of feeling giddy to show you. You also felt a sense of pride being one of the only other people who got to see a glimpse into the inner workings of his band’s music.
“Of course love, I would be honored.” You answered with a smile, Noah matching it.
After dinner, you two made your way up to the studio upstairs, two doors down from your shared bedroom. During the studio session, the guys used Jolly’s guitar which he took home with him, so Noah settled on using one of his own he hadn’t tuned in a bit. You two sat in a comfortable silence, only interrupted by the sounds of Noah making his way through the strings. You stared at him in awe. You’ve always loved seeing him in his element, whether it was while performing to a crowd of thousands of people, or within the comfortable confines of your guys’ home. Something about the latter made your heart swell, knowing he wasn’t putting up a facade to perform everything perfectly in front of you (although he still tried). It was easy between the two of you, he’s become a lot more comfortable with making minor mistakes due to your continuous reassurance that he will always find a way to fix them. This went for both the music, as well as issues within daily life.
Noah was finishing up the last couple strings of the guitar, but his face started to appear a bit uneasy reaching the lower strings. Before you could ask what was up, you were immediately taken out of your thoughts.
PING
The noise startled both of you, and you noticed he winced a bit. You quickly pieced together what had happened, realizing the string snapped directly over his hand, leaving a gash on the back of it that was beginning to bead blood. Noah put the guitar down, and looked at his hand to check the damage.
“Bub.. are you alright?
“Yeah, it isn’t too bad. Definitely have gotten worse,” he stated with a light chuckle.
He looked over at you, recognizing the worry in your eyes. You’ve always been a little more sensitive to seeing the ones you love get hurt, Noah being far from the exception, and he knew this.
“Sweetheart, it’s really nothing. There’s no need to worry, the pain is already going away.” His tone reassuring, his brow furrowing from your expression. You met his gaze but it immediately fell back to the gash.
“But you’re bleeding,” you said with a rising inflection, grabbing his hand to further inspect the wound.
“It’s okay, I’ll get it cleaned up.” He gently removed his hand from your grip to go to the bathroom and wash-up.
You quickly followed behind him, determined to help him. As you both entered the bathroom, you after him, he looked at you inquisitively with his hand on his hips as you started rummaging through the cabinets, finally landing on the first aid kit (which in time you forgot about).
“Babe, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked lightly.
You turned to him, “Can I please help you?” you asked with unknowing puppy dog eyes, which Noah could never say no to, and sparked an idea in his head.
“Of course you can. my love," he answered endearingly.
Both of you knew he was more than capable of handing it himself, but something inside him softened, knowing all you’ve ever wanted to do is just take care of him, making it his mission to have you feel the same way.
You brought him to the sink and began rinsing the wound. Once you were satisfied, you dried it with some sterile gauze from the first aid kit. You speedily found the antibiotic ointment and applied it, waving your hand over it to make it dry a little faster. While doing all of this, Noah was staring at you as if you put the moon and stars into the night sky, experiencing the love and care you had for him first-hand. In that moment, his heart was buzzing with all the love he had for you, and knowing it was completely reciprocated. You swiftly grabbed a bandage, neatly applying it to his hand, and making sure he had enough room for movement without the bandage being too taut. After making sure everything looked good, you placed a soft kiss onto the bandage. “It’ll heal faster with that.” you said with a light giggle, him matching it.
After you disposed of all the packaging from the first aid supplies, Noah quickly pulled you into an embrace. He lightly grabbed your face and peppered kisses anywhere he could land his lips; your nose, forehead, temples, chin, jaw, and finally your lips. The kiss was sweet and innocent, full of the love you both knew you shared with one another. He finally pulled back, resting his forehead against your own.
“Thank you for taking care of me, love.” he softly stated with half lidded eyes meeting your own.
“You would do the same for me..” you barely whispered, kissing him again. Noah barely pulled away to bring you into his chest, wanting to keep you as close as physically possible.
He muffled into your hair “I don’t think I have any spare guitar strings laying around here, so I’ll have Jolly bring some tomorrow and show you what we worked on then.”
You giggled, how could a musician not have guitar strings laying around his own studio?
“It’s okay bub, I can’t wait to see what you guys came up with.”
After entangling from the embrace to leave the bathroom, Noah following you out with your hands intertwined.
“Thank you again, mamacita!” Noah said with a goofy smirk, you looked at him with a face of bewilderment, not expecting the new, unprompted nickname.
“You’ve been hanging around Folio too much,” you said with a giggle.
While you two made your way down the stairs, Noah recalled the idea he had earlier, figuring now would be as good of a time as any to ask.
“Babe, how would you feel about getting a dog?”
“A dog?” you echoed, not exactly sure where this came from. You continued,
“Where’d you get that idea?”
“Well, you gave me puppy dog eyes earlier and it just sparked the thought. I think it would be good for you to have some company in the house while the guys and I are out.” You blushed at his comment of your eyes, not knowing you did it. You two looked at each other with loving gazes, both of you knowing it was a good idea. He continued,
“Plus, it would be a small step to building a family with you..” looking away bashfully, his confession causing heat to rise in his cheeks.
“Bub.. I would absolutely love that,” your voice cracked a little, but your face beaming. Hearing him say he wanted to build a family with you, albeit a small step.
Noah redirected his eyes to meet yours,
“Really?” his soft smile slowly grew more.
“Of course, I’d love nothing more than to take this small step with you, No matter what.” You grinned widely at him, his face already matching yours.
A/N: i've been personally victimized by guitar strings. i felt the need to give a backstory to noah's wound from the OG story so here it is, also a little princess backstory as well! also FOLIO MENTION (and jolly, sorry nick </3 you'll get your flowers soon)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While inspired by real individuals, the characters and events depicted are entirely fictional and should not be considered as factual representations of any real persons. This story is solely for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken as truth or to cause any harm or offense.
A/N: i had this idea at 3am last night so here it is lmao. i have some other stuff brewing so that'll hopefully be out relatively soon, but in the meantime enjoy this :)
You and Noah have spent countless nights together, usually resulting in you doing a half-assed night routine, not wanting to spend any extra time away from him when he was around.
As things got more serious between you two, you realized you needed to start prioritizing your night routine like you did when you weren’t with him.
One night Noah asked you to come over for dinner and spend the night, which you happily accepted.
You had enough putting less effort into yourself, deciding to bring over all elements of your night time routine.
For your skincare, you brought your cleanser, face mask, toner, serums, moisturizer, retinol, and sunscreen for the following day. You decided to bring all your necessary post-shower products such as your body lotion and leave-in conditioner, already having some bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash at his place. You opted to bring your microfiber hair towel and silk bonnet as well, noticing how his cotton sheets were starting to mess with your hair every morning.
Once you made your way over and the night was dwindling down, you decided this was the best time to start getting ready for bed while he was sat at his desk playing a game before bed. You brought your toiletry bags into his bathroom, turned on the shower, and began the process.
While doing your skincare routine, hair in the towel, Noah came in wondering what was taking so long since he was quite used to you taking about ten minutes max out of the shower.
“I’m doing my night routine, wanna join?” you asked absentmindedly, thinking he’d disagree and go back to whatever he was doing, but he accepted the offer
You two did face masks together and applied a couple products to Noah’s skin, opting to avoid any of the harsher products since his skin was sensitive.
He asked various questions like a curious child in the process, “what does this one do?” “is this an exfoliator?” “is this the one that makes you so pretty?” he asked the last one jokingly, knowing your beauty didn’t come from a random bottle of what he learned to be hyaluronic acid.
He happily walked out of the bathroom, his skin feeling the best it’s ever been and settled into bed, waiting for you to finish up.
Being content with how dried your hair was, you braided it and put the bonnet over your head, walking back into the bedroom to Noah smiling like an idiot at your appearance.
“Aw, you look like a little chef” he claimed as you tucked yourself into the covers, lightly swatting his chest while giggling, earning a light chuckle from him.
Once you explained the benefits of a bonnet, he asked if he should get one since he was debating on growing his hair out again.
By the next time you spent the night, you two went to bed wearing matching bonnets.