can you write one were reader is matts sister and Noahs best friend and the band always tease the shit out of them when their glued together? thank you:)
Subtleâs Overrated
Noah Sebastian x bsf!dierkes!reader
Summary: Y/N and Noahâs friendship sparks teasing and undeniable chemistry on tour, but when feelings finally surface, nothingâespecially their bandmatesâcan keep them apart.
Words: 4k
Warnings: Teasing, Friends to Lovers, Use of Alcohol, Mention of smoking weed, I din't proofread it so maybe there's gonna be mistakes. lmk if i forgot something.
Disclaimer:Â While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.
The airport was buzzing with early morning activity, travelers pulling their luggage through the terminal, announcements echoing overhead. You were leaning against one of the sleek chrome pillars, your carry-on by your feet, scrolling through your phone to pass the time.
Noah was right beside you, as usual. He had his arms crossed, a hoodie tugged over his messy hair, and he was squinting at the boarding pass in his hand like it was written in hieroglyphics.
"I swear they make these things harder to read every year," he muttered, flipping it over like the back might offer some hidden insight.
"Itâs not a riddle, Noah," you said with a laugh, reaching out to snatch it from him. "Gate 22. Terminal C. Youâve been doing this for years, and you still act like itâs your first time at an airport."
"Not all of us are travel pros like you, princess," he shot back, smirking as he leaned casually into your space.
Before you could reply, a loud wolf whistle interrupted the moment.
"Ah, look at âem! Joined at the hip, as always!" Nick Folioâs voice carried across the terminal as he walked over, balancing a precariously large coffee in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other. "Should we just start planning the wedding now?"
"Shut up, Folio," you groaned, rolling your eyes, though the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed your nonchalance.
"Yeah, shut up, Folio," Noah parroted, tossing a crumpled napkin at him. "Jealousyâs a bad look on you."
Nick feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Jealous? Me? Never. I just think you two make a cute couple."
"Do you ever let up?" Jolly chimed in as he approached, his bag slung over one shoulder. "I mean, theyâve been attached at the hip since day one, and nothingâs happened yet. Maybe theyâre just... eternal besties."
"Or theyâre both in denial," Matt teased, appearing out of nowhere and clapping Noah on the back hard enough to make him stumble. "Classic slow burn."
"Right, because youâre such an expert on relationships," you shot back, raising an eyebrow at your older brother.
"Hey," Matt replied, grinning. "Just calling it like I see it. And as your big brother, itâs my job to keep the guy glued to your side in line."
"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, shaking your head as the rest of the group laughed.
"Big brother or not, youâre still a pain," Noah quipped, though there was no malice in his tone.
"As if youâre one to talk," Matt retorted, pointing at him. "If I had a dollar for every time youâve mooched off her snacks, Iâd be retired by now."
The group chuckled, and even you couldnât help but crack a smile. This was the usual routine, and as much as you liked to complain about it, it was comforting in a way.
As the teasing died down, Nicholas Ruffilo joined the circle, pulling out his phone. "So," he began, "whoâs gonna be the one to lose their luggage this time?"
"My moneyâs on Noah," Jolly said without hesitation.
"Why me?" Noah protested, looking genuinely offended.
"You lost your passport twice last year," Jolly replied flatly.
"Thatâs different!"
"How?"
"Uh, it just is," Noah said, his argument faltering as you snorted.
"Iâll help you keep track of your stuff this time," you offered, patting his shoulder mockingly.
"Youâre a saint," he said, putting a hand over his heart. "An angel sent to save me from myself."
"Donât encourage him," Matt groaned, shaking his head.
The overhead speakers crackled to life, announcing the boarding process for your flight. Matt immediately took charge, ushering everyone toward the gate.
"Alright, lovebirds, letâs move it," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Weâre notâ"
"Save it," Nick interrupted, throwing an arm around your shoulders as the group started walking. "We all know itâs just a matter of time."
You exchanged a glance with Noah, who shrugged with a small, amused smile. It was the same old joke, but this time, there was a flicker of something in his eyes that you couldnât quite place.
As you reached the gate, Noah fell into step beside you, close enough that your arms brushed. "You ever feel like they know something we donât?" he asked quietly, just for you to hear.
"All the time," you admitted, your voice just as soft.
The moment hung in the air for a beat too long before Mattâs voice broke it. "Hurry up, or weâre leaving you behind!"
With a shared smirk, you and Noah picked up the pace, falling into step with the rest of the band.
The plane was relatively quiet as everyone settled into their usual spots. You slid into the window seat with a satisfied sigh, propping your backpack under the seat in front of you. Noah dropped into the middle seat beside you, and Folio followed, plopping down with a dramatic groan.
âMan, who made planes so cramped?â Folio grumbled, stretching his legs as far as they could go without hitting the seat in front of him.
âQuit complaining, Folio,â Matt called from his aisle seat, shooting him a look over Ruffiloâs head. âYou know itâs worse on the tour bus.â
âTrue, but at least I donât get stuck in the middle of these two on the bus.â Folio gestured to you and Noah. âYouâre like magnets, always leaning into each other.â
âJealous youâre not in the middle?â Noah quipped, earning a snort from Jolly.
âNah, man. I just donât want to be collateral damage when this whole slow-burn romance finally combusts,â Folio said, winking at you.
You groaned and shoved his arm lightly. âYou guys really need new material.â
âMaybe weâll stop when you two finally admit it,â Jolly chimed in, earning a chorus of agreement from the others.
Noah just smirked, leaning back in his seat. âKeep dreaming, guys.â
As the plane took off and the initial excitement of the flight settled down, everyone fell into their own routines. Matt pulled out his laptop, muttering something about emails, while Ruffilo popped in his earbuds and started sketching on his tablet. Folio tapped away on his phone, and Jolly was already half-asleep, head tilted against the window.
You glanced at Noah, who was scrolling aimlessly through his phone. âWhat are you looking at?â you asked softly.
âNothing interesting,â he said, tilting the screen toward you briefly before locking it. âYou thinking of sleeping?â
âMaybe,â you replied with a yawn, leaning your head back. âFlights always make me sleepy.â
âYou always knock out within the first hour,â he teased, grinning.
âCanât help it,â you murmured, already feeling the pull of sleep. Without thinking, you shifted slightly, leaning your headagainst Noahâs shoulder. It wasnât the first time, and judging by the way he didnât even flinch, it wasnât a big deal to him, either.
Time passed, and you drifted off, your breathing evening out as the noise of the plane faded into the background.
It wasnât long before the teasing began.
âLook at him,â Jolly whispered from across the aisle, his voice low but just loud enough for Noah to hear. âHe looks like heâs holding his breath.â
âI think heâs afraid to move,â Ruffilo added, smirking. âWouldnât want to wake her, huh?â
âIâm not afraid to move,â Noah said defensively, though he kept his voice quiet so as not to wake you. âI just donât want her to wake up cranky.â
âOh, sure,â Matt interjected, leaning forward to get a better look. âThatâs a real heroic excuse. But letâs be honest, youâre enjoying this, arenât you?â
Noah shot him a look. âYouâre her brother. Shouldnât you be discouraging this kind of teasing?â
âShould I?â Matt said, feigning deep thought. âNah, this is too much fun.â
âCareful, Noah,â Folio added, nudging him. âYou keep letting her nap on you, and the next thing you know, youâll be the designated human pillow.â
âAlready am,â Noah muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his tone.
The ribbing continued for a bit longer before everyone settled back into their respective distractions. Noah shifted slightly, trying to keep his arm from going numb under your weight. Despite the teasing, he couldnât help but smile faintly at how peaceful you looked.
As the captain announced the descent, Noah gently nudged your shoulder. âHey, weâre landing soon. Time to wake up.â
You stirred, blinking sleepily and taking a moment to realize where you were. âOh, sorry,â you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
âDonât apologize,â Noah said, his voice soft. âYou looked like you needed it.â
From across the aisle, Jolly piped up, âDid you get any drool on him this time?â
âJolly!â you exclaimed, your cheeks flushing as the rest of the band burst out laughing.
âIâm kidding, Iâm kidding,â Jolly said, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
Noah just smirked, grabbing your carry-on from under the seat. âIgnore them. Theyâre just mad they donât have someone to nap on.â
You rolled your eyes but smiled as everyone prepared to disembark.
The airport was bustling with activity as you and the band made your way outside, your bags in tow. In the bus parking lot, your familiar tour bus stood waiting. Its sleek exterior and logo had become a second home over the years.
As you approached, Folio let out a dramatic sigh. âAh, the tour bus. Where dreams of legroom come to die.â
You climbed aboard with Noah right behind you. As expected, you both took the booths across from each otherâthe same ones youâd claimed on every tour since your first. He threw his backpack onto the seat before flopping down, stretching his long legs.
âSurprise, surprise,â Matt said as he followed behind. âYou two gravitate toward each other like itâs magnetic.â
âYeah, we get it, Matt,â you replied, rolling your eyes but smiling. âMaybe we just like consistency.â
âConsistency, huh?â Jolly drawled, sliding into a booth further back. âSure itâs not because you two canât go five minutes without making googly eyes at each other?â
Noah shot him a look. âYouâre projecting, man.â
âYeah, totally projecting,â you chimed in, grinning.
âCall it what you want,â Matt teased as he threw his bag into the seat beside him, âbut itâs only a matter of time before weâre writing âMr. and Mrs.â on the bus windows.â
Ruffilo smirked. âOr printing it on the next batch of merch.â
âYou guys are insufferable,â you muttered, trying to suppress your laughter.
The drive to the venue was filled with similar banter, the kind that made the long hours on the road bearable. When the bus finally pulled into the lot behind the venue, everyone piled out, stretching and groaning after the ride.
Inside, the band got straight to work setting up for soundcheck. You wandered into the sound booth where Matt was stationed, helping coordinate with the crew.
âYouâre still gonna be my unpaid assistant this tour, right?â he asked, grinning as you leaned against the console.
âOf course,â you said with mock enthusiasm. âLiving the dream.â
As the band began their soundcheck, you couldnât help but watch Noah. He was in his element, mic in hand, his voice effortlessly commanding the space. The way he moved, the focus in his expressionâit was mesmerizing.
âSubtle,â Matt said dryly, breaking your trance.
âHuh?â You turned to him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.
âYour staring,â he teased. âYouâre not exactly sneaky about it.â
âIâm just watching the sound levels,â you lied, feigning nonchalance.
Matt chuckled. âSure, letâs go with that.â
The band wrapped up soundcheck, and everyone took a break before the show. Back in the green room, the teasing resumed as everyone grabbed snacks and drinks.
âAre we gonna have to peel you two apart again tonight?â Jolly asked, smirking as he sipped his water.
âNot unless you want to lose a limb,â Noah shot back, earning a laugh from Folio.
âRelax, man,â Folio said. âWeâre just pointing out the obvious. You two are like those couples in rom-comsâeveryone knows whatâs coming except you.â
âWeâre not a couple,â you said, exasperated. âCan we change the subject?â
âNo,â Ruffilo replied immediately, earning a high-five from Jolly.
As showtime approached, you found yourself backstage, the energy in the venue electrifying. The band took the stage, and you couldnât help but sing along and dance to every song, caught up in the moment.
From where you stood, you could see Noah glancing your way more than once, a small smile tugging at his lips when he caught your eye.
When the show ended, the crowdâs cheers still echoing in your ears, you were more than hyped. The moment Noah stepped offstage, sweaty and flushed from the performance, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
âY/N,â he laughed, his voice still rough from singing. âIâm literally soaked in sweat.â
âI donât care,â you said, grinning as you held on tighter.
âAww,â Jolly cooed from behind you. âA post-show love fest.â
âJealous?â Noah shot back, his arms briefly tightening around you before he pulled away, though his smile lingered.
Before you could respond, Matt approached, crossing his arms as he looked at the two of you. âStill hugging, huh?â
âDonât start,â you warned, though your tone lacked any real bite.
âIâll start if I want to,â Matt said, smirking. âBut Iâve got a better idea. Drinks to celebrate the first show?â
Noah glanced at you, his brow quirking. âWhat do you think?â
âSounds perfect,â you replied, still buzzing with excitement.
âGreat,â Matt said, clapping his hands. âLetâs pack up and get out of here.â
The bar was dimly lit, buzzing with music and chatter as you and the band made your way to the VIP section. The staff had cordoned off a cozy corner for you, complete with plush leather couches and a low table littered with menus and coasters.
Matt was quick to take charge, ordering the first round of drinks. He came back carrying a tray with an assortment of glasses, grinning like heâd just won a prize.
âTo the first show of the tour!â he declared, raising his glass.
âTo surviving another tour without killing each other,â Jolly added dryly, earning a laugh from the group as everyone clinked glasses.
The night unfolded in a haze of laughter, stories, and an ever-growing pile of empty glasses. It wasnât long before Folio and Matt were deep into their cups, leaning heavily into their drunken states.
Folio slumped back into the couch, a lazy grin on his face. âDamn, Iâm so drunk,â he mumbled to himself, chuckling. âShouldnât have smoked that joint during the show.â
You and Noah, seated next to each other on the crowded couch, exchanged amused glances and laughed quietly at Folioâs confession.
âWhatâs so funny?â Folio slurred, his glassy eyes focusing on the two of you. Then he paused, squinting as if his vision had just betrayed him. âWait a minute⌠are you⌠sitting on his lap?â
Your cheeks immediately flushed as you realized he was right. The couches were too crowded, and at some point, youâd perched yourself on Noahâs lap to make room. It had felt casualâcomfortable evenâbut now, under Folioâs scrutiny, it was anything but.
âUh, yeah,â you said, trying to play it cool. âThereâs no room.â
âNo room,â Folio repeated, his grin widening. âSure, letâs call it that.â
âHere we go,â Noah muttered under his breath, his arm resting lightly around your waist to keep you steady.
Folio leaned forward, as much as his inebriated state allowed, a mischievous glint in his eye. âYouâre awfully cozy for two people who are âjust friends.ââ
âItâs practical,â you countered, though your voice lacked conviction.
âPractical,â Matt chimed in, sliding onto the couch beside Jolly with his drink in hand. His face was flushed, his grin even wider than usual. âThatâs what weâre calling it now?â
âOh, come on,â you groaned, burying your face in your hands.
âNo, no, letâs explore this,â Matt said, clearly delighted. âYouâre telling me, out of all the space in this VIP section, the only place you could sit is on Noahâs lap?â
âExactly,â Noah said with a straight face, though the corners of his mouth twitched. âItâs basic physics.â
âPhysics,â Matt repeated, laughing. âThatâs the best youâve got?â
âBetter than whatever logic youâre using to justify that shirt,â Noah shot back, gesturing at Mattâs garishly patterned button-up.
âDeflection,â Folio sang, pointing at Noah like heâd cracked some great mystery. âClassic deflection.â
âYou two are unbelievable,â you said, shaking your head, though you couldnât help but laugh.
âUnbelievable? No, no, no,â Matt said, his voice full of mock indignation. âWhatâs unbelievable is that youâve been in each otherâs pockets for years, and youâre still pretending nothingâs going on.â
Folio nodded vigorously, almost spilling his drink. âTheyâre like⌠like one of those slow-cooking stews. Taking forever, but you know itâs gonna be good when itâs done.â
Noah groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. âAlright, I think itâs time to get these two to bed.â
You nodded, standing up and grabbing Folioâs arm. âCome on, big guy. Letâs go.â
âIâm fine!â Folio protested, though he made no effort to resist as you and Noah guided him out of the booth.
âYouâre fine, huh?â Noah said, steadying him when he stumbled. âTell that to your liver.â
Behind you, Jolly and Ruffilo waved lazily from the booth. âWeâll hang out a bit longer,â Ruffilo called. âGood luck with those two.â
The walk back to the bus was anything but quiet.
âYou two looked real comfortable back there,â Matt teased, slurring slightly but still sharp enough to make you groan.
âItâs not like that,â you said for what felt like the hundredth time, focusing on getting him up the bus steps.
âSure, sure,â Folio chimed in, leaning heavily on Noah. âBet youâre just gonna sit on his lap the whole tour, huh?â
âFolio, shut up,â Noah said, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.
Once you got them into their bunksâafter much coaxing and a few more poorly aimed jokesâyou and Noah retreated to the living room section at the back of the bus. It was quiet now, the gentle hum of the busâs engine filling the space.
You sank onto the couch, exhaling a long breath. âWell, that was⌠something.â
âEvery tour starts like this,â Noah said, sitting across from you. He leaned back, stretching his arms along the top of the couch. âItâs like a rite of passage.â
You laughed softly, running a hand through your hair. âIâm surprised they didnât start singing wedding bells on the way back.â
âOh, give them time,â he replied with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help smiling. A comfortable silence settled between you, and when you glanced up, you caught Noah watching you, his head tilted slightly, a faint smirk on his lips.
âWhat?â you asked, your brow furrowing.
âNothing,â he said, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise.
âCome on,â you pressed, leaning forward slightly. âWhatâs that look for?â
He shrugged, his smirk deepening. âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â
âYou,â he said simply, his voice low but teasing.
Noahâs smirk didnât waver, his gaze steady and warm as he leaned slightly closer. The faint hum of the bus seemed louder in the quiet.
âWhat about me?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, curiosity and nervousness mingling in your tone.
He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully, and then his lips curved into a gentle smile. âYouâre really beautiful, you know that?â
Your breath caught for a second, and you blinked at him, taken off guard. âWhat?â
He chuckled, the sound low and almost shy, a stark contrast to his usual confidence. âIâm serious. You are.â
A flush crept up your neck as you tried to find your voice. âNoahâŚâ
âWhat?â he teased, leaning his elbows on his knees, his body angled toward you. âCanât I say something nice without you getting all flustered?â
âIâm not flustered,â you shot back, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.
âRight,â he said with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling.
You folded your arms, narrowing your eyes playfully. âWhy now? Whatâs with the sudden compliments?â
He shrugged, his expression softening. âMaybe itâs not sudden. Maybe Iâve always thought it, but Iâm just bad at saying it out loud.â
Your heart thudded in your chest at his words. âYou thinkâŚÂ you think they were right all this time? About us?â
âNo,â he said firmly, his voice steady and leaving no room for doubt.
Your stomach dropped a little. âOh.â
He tilted his head, studying your reaction, and then his lips quirked into a small smile. âI donât think they were right. I know they were.â
Before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his hand lightly brushing against your knee. The air between you felt charged, the space too small yet not enough.
And then he kissed you.
It started slow, tentative, as if testing the waters. His lips were soft, warm, and they lingered against yours just long enough for your breath to hitch. When you didnât pull awayâwhen you leaned into him, your hands instinctively finding his shouldersâit deepened.
Noahâs hand slid to your waist, guiding you closer as the kiss grew more passionate. The world outside the bus seemed to disappear, leaving only the quiet hum of the engine and the racing of your heartbeat.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, and he pulled you onto his lap without hesitation. The moment felt electric, the years of teasing, tension, and unspoken words finally snapping into place.
His lips moved against yours with a fervor that sent your mind spinning. You shifted slightly, your knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips. His hands rested firmly on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
It was as if nothing else mattered, just the two of you finally crossing an invisible line that had been drawn so long ago.
And thenâ
âDamn, Iâm wayyy too dizzy to sleep in that tiny bunkââ Folioâs voice cut through the haze, slurred but loud enough to make you both freeze.
Your head whipped around, your eyes wide, as Folio stumbled into the living room. He stopped mid-step, his eyes blinking rapidly as they focused on the scene in front of him.
âOh,â he said, his tone laced with a mix of shock and amusement. âOhhhhhh.â
You scrambled off Noahâs lap, your cheeks burning hotter than the sun as you tried to compose yourself. Noah, on the other hand, stayed seated, though he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his expression caught somewhere between frustration and bemusement.
âFolio,â you started, your voice a pitch higher than normal. âWhat are you doing up?â
He pointed vaguely in the direction of the bunks. âToo dizzy. Needed air. Did not expect to walk into⌠whatever this is.â
âThis isnât⌠itâs notââ you stammered, flailing for words.
Folio smirked, leaning against the doorframe. âNah, donât stop on my account. Just⌠maybe put a sock on the door next time or something?â
âGo to bed, Folio,â Noah said, his tone exasperated but still holding a hint of a smile.
Folio gave a mock salute before stumbling back toward the bunks, muttering something about how the tour was going tobe very interesting.
As soon as he was out of earshot, you buried your face in your hands. âOh my God.â
Noah chuckled, his hand reaching out to tug gently at your wrist, pulling your hands away. âWell, that wasnât exactly how I imagined this going.â
You couldnât help but laugh, though your face was still flaming. âSo much for subtle.â
âSubtleâs overrated anyway,â he said, his smirk returning as he pulled you back down beside him.
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A/N: Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Let me know if you'd like me to continue this as a mini-series. Also, my asks are always openâfeel free to request anything!












