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#i was planning for noah to be in here too but i was too tired i'm so sad ;-; maybe next time
chazuramendraws · 1 year
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howdy howdy, here are my full pieces for @ocrosemagazine Vol. 4!!! featuring my OCs; The Stranger (They/she/he), Val (he/him) and Sera (she/her) respectively!
I had so much fun drawing these and I’m so glad to be part of this lovely zine!! If you’re interested, you can still get a digital copy HERE! All proceeds go to Rainforest Trust. 
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querenciasturniolo · 4 months
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headcannons ⮕ m.s
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a/n: 75% boyfriend headcannons, 25% plus sized reader headcannons, but i definitely did my best !! @rainsoakedphoenix , i hope you enjoy, love 🫶🏻💓
❥ matt in the talking stage is very quick to reply, and always has something to add to the conversation. he’s flirty, but subtle about it, not wanting you to think he’s moving too fast, or give you the wrong impression.
❥ this dude is an absolute open BOOK. any question you ask him, he answers openly and honestly.
❥ he hates small talk, absolutely despises it. would rather talk about incredibly deep, philosophical things instead of a simple “how are you ?”
❥ would ask you “what are we ?” instead of just asking you out, idk man, dude’s complicated.
❥ he would not give a fuck about you being plus sized, not a single one. he likes you bc you’re a good person, and nothing else matters to him in the slightest than that.
❥ “get out of here, you’re perfect just how you are.”
❥ hands on your hips and waist when you’re out in public. i wouldn’t say he’s a fan of pda, but he isn’t one to not have a hold of you somewhere.
❥ in a more private setting ? dude is cuddly and needy as HELL. constantly holding you, whether it’s just your hand, his arm around your shoulder, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, shoulders, waist, you name it.
❥ on days where you’re insecure, he’s quick to snap you out of it. he can tell whether you need reassurance or a distraction without you even having to explain.
❥ HUGE on reading body language and tone of voice, can tell immediately if something is wrong just by the way you’re breathing.
❥ pet names for days. “baby”, “babe”, “love”, “beautiful”, “bunny” (fight me, i dare you), dude will throw in “toots” in an awful boston accent, just to make you laugh and see you roll your eyes
❥ whiny, whiny, W H I N Y. constantly asking for cuddles, kisses, hugs, scratches, everything.
❥ huge words of affirmation guy, never gets tired of hearing that you love him or your thanks for him doing something for you. essentially, he’s a giant puppy dog.
❥ always has his hand on your thigh when he’s driving oh my GOD
❥ instead of physical gifts for anniversaries, he’d give you love letters (i’m sobbing)
❥ dude is not afraid to post you anywhere, absolutely ADORES showing you off, even if it’s just of you sleeping in his lap, or an underview of you watching the tv and playing with his hair
❥ “what ? i can’t show off what’s mine ?” (kill me)
❥ supportive of you in every single aspect, not once has he ever looked at you and made you feel like you couldn’t do what you wanted
❥ lowkey possessive, but not in a toxic way ! just wants you all to himself, and gets whiny when you have to go or you have other plans and can’t come over. it’s mostly a joke, and he’d never ever do it if it actually upset you, he just truly does want you around all of the time.
❥ HUGE on setting boundaries early in the relationship, wants to know your ‘hell yes’s and ‘hell no’s IMMEDIATELY
❥ says “i love you” first, no ifs, ands or buts.
❥ “i love you, ya know ?”
❥ is blushing the entire time he’s trying to get it out, but relaxes when he sees your grin
❥ refuses to “argue”, dude only has constructive conversations where the two of you find a solution
❥ “it’s us against the problem, babe. not us against each other. what’s going on ?”
❥ three quick pecks every time one of you asks for a kiss, sometimes more, but never less, and he will absolutely pout if you ever short him.
❥ “what was that ? give me a real kiss.”
❥ some nights when his energy is low, and his social battery is almost completely gone, he’ll just lay with you with his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.
❥ he’s a little snippy on bad days, but he always catches himself.
❥ “i’m sorry, love. i shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
❥ B A N T E R, he’s a shit, for sure
❥ “oh yeah ? wanna say that to my face ?” (think lori and noah from tiktok)
❥ on days where your body image is bad, he stops what he’s doing and takes the time to just hold you, and reassure you that your body is beautiful.
❥ “look at me, hey. i love you, every single part of you.”
❥ star gazing dates, midnight drives to nowhere, movie nights in the living room, nights where the two of you just stare at the ceiling and enjoy each other’s company.
❥ “penny for your thoughts ?” “what are you thinkin’ about over there ?” “what’s on your mind, beautiful ?”
❥ never shies away from mentioning you on the podcast/in videos.
❥ “oh my god, my girlfriend loves that.” “holy shit, me and y/n were just talking about this !”
tags: @strniolo , @ssturniolo , @thetriplets3 , @stvrni0lo , @gabbylovesreading , @dwntwn-strnlo , @tylerscreat0r , @toyourloves , @lvrsparadise , @angelcake-222 , @20nugs , @obsessivencrazy , @lollibumblebee , @stargirlv0id , @jellybeanbby , @idontexistman , @emssturniolo
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I Hate You | Two
Here is part two! Thank you for all of your support on the first part. Enjoy!
My ao3 is HERE
Also let me know if you want to be tagged in future posts :)
CW: smut, jealous Noah and Reader, angry sex, possessive Noah, Noah is a munch, P in V unprotected sex, hair pulling, sneaking around, feelings (lots of feelings), alcohol consumption (but not much), let me know if I missed anything.
taglist: @concreteburialplot @lyschko666
18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader
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Fuck this.
Noah was playing a dangerous fucking game and you were just about ready to grab him by the hair and drag him out of the damn club in front of everyone, or maybe scream in his fucking face.
It was the end of tour and of course you were celebrating at some fancy club, it was tradition. The issue? Well Noah had some blonde bombshell in his lap that had basically pounced on him the moment you walked in.
Sure, you weren’t dating, ew, why would you want to date Noah? He’s a piece of shit. But you couldn’t contain the anger boiling inside your blood at the sight. Her hands were all over him, making the same journey that yours did in the venue shower after the last show and the thought made you want to vomit.
Fucking asshole.
”Everything okay, Y/N? You’ve hardly touched your drink.” Jolly slid onto the barstool next to you, beer in hand.
Dragging your eyes away from the torturous scene in front of you, you smiled half heartedly, taking a sip of your vodka soda. “Yeah, just tired.”
When your eyes dropped back to Noah, Jolly’s followed and he rolled his eyes knowingly. Of course he knew about the little cat and mouse chase situationship you had with Noah, everyone did by that point except your brother (but he was oblivious to most things). No matter how much you pretended to hate each other, they could practically taste the sexual tension in the air whenever you were in the same room and the fact that they could never find you both just sealed it.
“How much are you betting that he takes her back to the hotel?” Jolly wanted to add salt to the wound, get under your skin to see if you’d actually do something other than pine after the guy.
Act cool. Act casual.
”Eh, I think she’s a bit too forward for his liking.” You finished your drink and stood from your seat.
Jolly watched you walk towards the bar, watching how your hips sway with each step and his eyes darted to Noah who was staring back at him with fiery eyes. Oh. Funny. Jolly smirked to himself. He had a plan and it could end with him receiving a broken nose.
Drinks were flowing and you were dancing with Laura, one of the lighting techs on the cramped dance floor, moving your hips to the loud R&B music. You were feeling less tense now you were away from the quiet area, away from Noah but you could still see him with the blonde out of the corner of your eye.
Your brother was smoking outside with Bryan and Matt. You had no idea where Nicholas was but you could see Jolly eyeing you from the bar and maybe it was the alcohol but there was something in his gaze that made you beckon him towards you.
Jolly’s huge hands were on your hips then, his head buried in your neck as you started to grind your ass against him, throwing your arms back around his neck. You were lost in the music and the heat from his body moving against yours, weightless on the middle of the dance floor. Until you heard the blonde yelp over the music.
”You. Outside, now!” Noah looked furious and your thighs pressed together with need. His face was flushed red, eyes so dark they may as well have been a black abyss. He looked almost demonic and god it was a gorgeous sight.
You looked around him at the blonde who looked utterly flabbergasted at his actions and smirked which Noah noticed, dragging you by the arm out of the busy club.
”What was that?” He had dragged you outside, around the corner where no one would be privy to the conversation.
You shrugged, clicking your tongue. “What was what, Noah? Can’t a girl have a little fun? Seems like you were quite content with blondie, huh?” You spat venomously.
He only caged you against the brick wall, looming over you and you could almost see the flames of rage dancing in his irises. “Don’t do that shit, Y/N.”
You pouted up at him sarcastically. “Oh no, did I upset you? Seems like double standards though doesn’t it? God forbid I dance with a friend while you’re practically making out with someone ten feet away.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not like we’re dating is it?”
You attempted to slide underneath his arm to walk away but he only pulled you back and pressed his body against yours, pulling your face to his with a tight grip. “You’re fucking insufferable.”
Before you could respond his lips were on yours, teeth clashing together as he kissed you hard, with so much ferocity that it made your head spin. His hands were gripping your hips so tight you would feel bruises in the morning and it felt like heaven. Gasping for air, you pulled away, only to whine when his teeth grazed over your throat.
”You’re mine,”
What did he say?
Your fingers gripped the hair at the base of his neck and pulled his head back, a sly smirk dancing across your lips.
”In what world am I yours?” You chuckle darkly.
“Every fucking one of them.” He growled, pressing his lips back to yours.
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It didn’t take long for an Uber to arrive and Noah was quick to tell the driver to step on the gas as his hand gripped your thigh possessively. You were back in your hotel room in no time, his body pressed against yours before you could even turn to lock the door.
You were on fire, face burning, thighs pressing together to gain some kind of friction, anything. His huge hands were all over you, fingers finding the hem of your dress to yank it over your head and you couldn’t get enough.
For weeks you had been sneaking around with him, finding yourself being dragged into bathrooms and broom closets after verbally berating each other, catching yourself sending pictures to him just to hear him groan from his bunk like a feral dog. You were obsessed with making him go insane for you, for your body but this felt different.
There was now something else in his touch, something so much more possessive and animalistic that it made your stomach lurch with need and an arousal like no other pool in your underwear, just begging to be quenched.
Fuck, was it feelings? Did you have feelings for Noah Fucking Sebastian? Surely not, right?
”Fuck me, you’re fucking stunning.” His words were gruff, his lips latching to your throat as his hands slid up waist, your stomach, everywhere, finally reaching your bra to slide the straps from your shoulders and pull it down.
His fingers found the hardened peaks on your chest, softly pinching them, pressing his forehead against yours to revel in the gasp that left your lips. His eyes were so dark, almost black, staring down at you with an unhinged lust that had you silently pleading with him to stop the fucking games and fuck you, please.
”Fuck, please.” With a soft moan, you rolled your head back against the wall,
He chuckled darkly. “You’re so fucking needy.”
Before you could retort, he was lifting you, wrapping your legs against his hips just to throw you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your pink thong to pull them down at a pace that was criminally slow.
“Look at you, so fucking wet for me.” His smirk was so cocky and if you weren’t so far gone, you might have used the leg he wasn’t pushing to your chest to kick him.
He settled between your thighs, eyes trained on your dripping cunt, running his tongue over his lips as though he was starving and you practically drooled at the sight, your hands reaching out to latch on to his hair, tugging at the roots.
His tongue darted out to drag a long stripe between your folds, humming in delight at taste before diving in, dark eyes locked onto your face to watch every reaction he was pulling from you. Your back arched off the bed and the moan that left your mouth was filthy, disgusting when his tongue flicked against your clit. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy, his arms pushing your legs up so he could eat you exactly how you needed and it didn’t take long for that burning fire to ignite in the depths of your stomach, legs shaking violently in his hold.
”Oh fuck, I’m gonna c-cum!” You yelped, hands gripping his hair tighter and the growl that escaped him vibrated against your clit, sending you over the edge with a scream.
He lapped at your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore, weakly dragging him up to your face to pull him into a filthy kiss, your tongue licking your own arousal from his mouth. Fuck he tasted so heavenly with you on his lips.
His hands fumbled with his belt as he feverishly kissed you and before you could even catch your breath, he was pushing into you, groaning against your mouth.
”Fuck…” he whined, pressing his forehead against yours to give you a second to adjust. “I can’t get enough of this pussy.”
His hips snapped forward, burying himself so deep inside you that any thoughts in your brain were wiped. His hand slid up to your throat, gripping the sides just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head and he smirked, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
”You take my cock so well.” You whimpered at his words, revelling in how full he made you feel. “It’s like you were made for me.”
”It’s all yours.” God, you really were his, only his, no one could ever make you feel how he did and it was infuriating.
”That’s right, you’re mine.” He gritted, sharply snapping his hips into you, fucking you so deeply you thought you might pass out from the pleasure.
Your walls clenched around him, that warm feeling building up again, tightness pooling in your stomach.
”Are you gonna cum again, greedy girl?” He cooed, earning a brain dead whine from you.
His hand slipped between your bodies and his thumb pressed against your clit, cock hitting you so perfectly against that spot inside you that had you falling apart around him.
The noise that left your mouth as you came violently around his cock could only be described as banshee scream. Fireworks were bursting behind your closed eyes, your back arched so far off the bed, you were sure you looked possessed and god it felt so good.
”Good fucking girl.” Noah pulled you to him, kissing you deeply, tongue dancing with yours. With a whimper against your lips, he pulled out, emptying himself on your stomach.
You couldn’t move. You were so fucked out when he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet flannel to clean up your messes. The room was silent when he lay next to you, tracing circles on your stomach.
”Noah, what is this?” You sighed after a while, heart pounding in your chest.
He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with soft eyes.
You couldn’t deny it any longer, all those weeks of messing around had changed something in you. All of the hatred had turned into something else, something that tugged at your heart and made your head spin. You fixed your gaze on the ceiling, bracing yourself for the let down.
”I already told you, you’re mine.” He laughed lightly and your eyes snapped to him. “And I think I’m yours. We’re past the point of hiding it.”
”Really?” You gulped. Was he admitting that he wanted you the same way?
”Yes, Y/N. I think I was yours a long time ago.”
You grinned, reaching out to push his messy hair from his forehead. “Mine.”
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“Come on, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” Matt rushed around the lobby while everyone else dawdled along, hungover and exhausted from the previous night.
You picked your bag up from the floor, following him out to the bus that was waiting. You hadn’t seen your brother yet which was weird, you guessed that he was still getting his stuff together in his hotel room. When you stepped onto the bus, there you saw him, staring at you with fiery eyes.
“Everything okay, Nick?” You raised an eyebrow, placing your bag next to him on the couch.
His jaw ticked and his eyes darted to the door, watching Noah enter.
”Noah, when were you going to tell me that you’re fucking my sister?”
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artificialbreezy · 2 months
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This is a niche thought but I live for your nsfw headcanons so pls hear me out. Your birthday, Noah makes you cum for each year you’ve been alive (23 orgasms if you’re 23 etc) I cannot be the only one thinking this
this is the best thing i’ve read today omfg
nsfw under the cut ◡̈
he’d totally bring up as a joke.
“ya know how you’re supposed to get birthday spankings? like one for each year? well, what if i made you cum once for each year?”
brain goes empty bc WHAT IF but you play it cool, “i mean i think id get TIRED by the time your done. let alone i don’t know if i can even get off 23 times”
he wouldn’t bring it up again UNTIL the day of your birthday
you’d be fast asleep in bed, and he’d be kissing your neck and working his hands down your body trying to wake you up
you’d slowly stir awake and just look at him all sleepy “whatcha doing Noah?”
“just wanna make you feel good on your special day baby”
then he’d give you your first one on his fingers
the day would move on according to plan right, but when you got home from your birthday dinner with the whole gang is when he’d really step it up right?
he’d push you against the wall in the living room, right by the front door. “baby, you remember what i told you the other. one orgasm per year?” and you’d just nod because he’s leaning on the wall over you and your head is just a mess
Noah is a munch right. we know this. he’d lift up the bottom of your dress, pull your panties to the side and immediately lick a wide strip from your entrance to your clit
he’d give you number 2 of the day right against that wall
by the time you make it to his bedroom you’re on number 5 and he’s ONLY used his mouth and hands
he’d sit on the edge of his bed and pat his thigh “mere baby. want you to fuck yourself on my thigh”
at this point you’re just desperate, you’re a little fucked out but you refuse to call it quits until he’s inside you and who knows when that’s gonna be at this point
you feel your the edge right there but you’re so tired, so Noah grabs your hips and does it for you
“too dumb to get yourself off huh? don’t worry sweetheart, daddy’s gotcha”
after you cum again, he’ll pick you up off his lap and lay you on his bed FINALLY
“god you’re soaked baby”
“Sir, please. need you”
he’d laugh at your desperation but since it is your birthday he’ll play it nice
he’d drag his cock up your folds just to tease you a little bit
when he finally decides you’ve had enough of his teasing, he’d slowly push himself inside you.
“fuck. you’re so tight. relax angel, gotta relax so you can let me in. yeah?”
he’s the type of man who would grab your legs and push them to your chest so he could really bottom out and FEEL you so that’s exactly what he did
his thrust are slow and steady at first, sweet almost
“happy birthday angel. now you know i love you right? because im about to fuck you like i don’t.”
he 100% wouldn’t stop until you safe worded or passed out tbh
i feel like the ending point was 10 or 11.
your body was so numb and so tired and just on a whole other world when he finally called it quits
you’d definitely end up in sub space
“can you hear me honey? ya with me?”
“what a good girl. did so good for me baby. so proud of you.”
“i gotcha angel, im right here. im going to clean you up now okay? just relax and let me do all the work.”
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Always You
One shot | Noah Sebastian x Female Reader
Warnings : Fluff, a tsundere/upset Reader and a teasy Noah. (I can't deal with this man anymore he's too hot I can't stop thinking about him)
A/N : First of all, I wasn't planning on writting another one shot about Noah soon, but guess what plans changed. Also I didn't expect to be this long again, but how bizarre when it comes to Noah it gets longer...👀 And it turns out I like this fanfic very much 😌 Plus, listening After You by Meg Myers actually helped me a lot in the writting process. Hope you'll enjoy it ! :D
~ The little bean Taglist : @talialovesmiw
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You were walking back from the bar you were at, during the evening. You walked fast, irritated. Noah was a few feet behind you, looking at you with a grin on his face as he loved seeing you pouting and being flustered.
He teased you during the whole party, getting each time closer to your face as you tried to hide it, crimson red. You weren’t able to focus on anything else. You tried to talk to the other guys who were here, enjoying the break of a night party at the bar like you all used to do when they were back from touring. But you couldn’t even have a chat with any of them for more than five seconds. Noah was always by your side, putting an arm on your shoulder, or kept looking at you with his smile killing you each time.
He also knew and felt when you were watching him. While you were pretending to talk with the boys, you saw him in the corner of your eye, flipping his hair back from his face. This was something that always makes you lose your mind. This guy was completely draining every brain cell of your brain, the thought of him never leaving your mind. You were mad at him. He was teasing you way too much. That was unfair. Since he knew you had a crush on him, but tried to hide or deny it in front of him, he kept acting like that. You felt like he was only playing with your feelings and that’s why you were angry.
He knew how handsome he was to you and you were losing it. And so, during the party, you decided to leave because you couldn’t handle Noah anymore. You were about to explode if he went closer to you once more, your lips getting close every time. You were out of breath. You needed fresh air. So you left, telling the guys you were going home. And guess who decided to accompany you? Yes. Him. Noah. When he saw you leaving, he followed you, his stupid grin still on his sexy face. You let out an angry groan to hide how you were so flustered by his presence. And here you were again, walking fast in front of him trying to put some distance, but he quickly caught you up.
“Mad at me, princess ?” He said while walking by your side, still smirking.
You couldn’t take his teasing game anymore. You had to say something, otherwise, you were going to collapse at your feet. That’s the last thing you wanted to show him. Being vulnerable in front of him and admitting his teasy flirting was working so much on you. But you tried to keep it together, your anger helping you to hide a bit longer how you were drawn to him.
“Yes, I am !” You let out, angry.
“Oh? Why? What did I do ?” He said, acting innocently.
“You !!--” You clenched your fist, restraining yourself to punch his beautiful face “You know exactly what you were doing the whole night.”
“Well, you tell me.” He kept smiling.
You inhaled, getting ready for what you were about to say. You stopped walking, in the middle of the road, facing him, still with your red cheeks.
“No matter what I do, trying to talk to the others or even doing nothing, I always think about you. It’s always you. You. Over and over again. It always has been. You’re so selfish, Noah. I can’t get you out of my head. It’s been months since I have a big ass crush on you, and everyone seemed to know it before I told any of them. But you, you didn’t realize it until, God knows when, and now you’re playing with me! And I’m tired of this !! Just tell me what you want already !”
This sounded more like a confession than being angry at him. But you actually wanted to tell him your feelings for a long time. You were madly in love. So much that seeing his perfect face hurted you so much. You didn’t know how you could keep this up when you were hanging out with him and the boys. He was occupying every single one of your thoughts and dreams. You had to tell him at some point. You weren’t planning on getting angry at him. Yet, he really did push you to the edge. Somehow, he seemed to not mind you getting angry at him. He actually loved it. He kept his stupid smirk, like he knew you were giving up on avoiding him or pretending his teasing didn’t affect you. He leaned to your height, looking straight into your eyes.
“Well, I’m glad you only think about me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He said quietly, teasing you once again.
If you weren’t red enough, well you were purplish red, like a tomato about to explode. You felt every inch of your body burning, of anger or desire, or probably both. He had such a hold on you that you knew it was useless to fight or try to struggle with him. He always won and always will. Even if you already lost this battle with him, you tried not to admit your defeat as you crossed your arms against your coat.
“You’re still playing with me, are you? I knew it. You don’t feel anything for me, you just want to see me being madly in love with you to flatten your ego ?” You accused him.
He shook his head, still smiling at you but more genuinely this time.
“I’m teasing you to only see your reactions, pushing you a bit more to the edge, because I love seeing your cute face when you’re angry…” He said softly, still seductively teasing you.
He brushed his thumb on your red hot cheek, his cold gloved touch surprised you.
“... But I’m not playing with you or with your feelings. I will never. You’re too precious to me. I care for you, Y/N. I really do.”
You felt your heart flinch when he spoke your name so softly, his touch and words soothing you that made you uncross your arms.
“I guess, I’m also the one in denial who didn’t want to admit my feelings for you” He kept saying more gently “ Will you forgive me ?”
He put both of his hands on your cheeks, waiting for your answer. Was this real? You weren’t sure anymore as he teased you way too much. So you returned him the favor.
“Well… I’ll forgive you if you really mean what you’re saying to me.” You faked a pout.
He grinned again, loving you being the little brat you were.
“And what if I showed you that I really mean it ?” He said.
“Then do it, before I do it myself.” You said firmly, anticipating what was going to happen.
He smiled as he leaned closer to you, finally meeting your lips. You’ve been waiting for this, for so long. He probably had too, since how he pulled you closer against him, his strong arms caging you, deepening the kiss. This was even better than you expected, despite being in the middle of the street, people passing by behind you. But neither of you paid attention to the surroundings. It was just the two of you. You kept kissing each other until you were both out of breath. But you wanted more, you craved him.You wanted to taste his lips again. And as you stared at his darkened eyes you could tell he wanted to. The only thing that was pushing you back to go further was.. well processing your real first kiss with him. And also your own hesitation to keep going like this. Noah could see the messy blushing look on your face and he couldn’t stop smiling at the sight, with you in his arms, brushing slowly your fingers on his cheek.
“Finally giving up your shell ?” He teased once more.
You rolled your eyes in exasperation.
“And I see you’re not done teasing me, are you ?” You replied back.
“I’m not and I won’t stop. This is just the beginning. I’ll keep teasing you all night, baby.” He smirked.
You blushed at the idea of what he might do, but you forced yourself to not think about it.
“Ugh… Why am I not surprised? I should’ve expected that from you. You’re so annoying.” You pouted, raising your eyebrows.
To his dismay, you left his embrace, infuriated again and turned your back on him.
“That’s it. I’ve had enough. I’m coming home.” You let out, upset and tired of his teasing.
Yet Noah wasn’t done. It took him a few steps to catch you again. He grabbed you lightly by the wrist, stopping you from leaving. Then, he pulled you close to him, holding you from behind with his arms around your waist. Feeling his warmth in your back made you sweat as your body’s heat was increasing quickly.
“What the..? What are you doing ??” You stumbled, blushing again and almost ready to fight him.
“Don’t leave just yet.” He whispered to your ear “Let me hold you for two seconds. Then I’ll walk back home with you."
You expected him to tease you again but he seemed more sincere and serious this time.
“Fine…” You capitulated “But no more teasing, alright ?”
“Hmm.. No promises.” He mouthed, hiding his face in your neck.
You grumbled a bit before releasing the pressure and exasperation of his teasing, actually enjoying the cuddle. His breath was soothing you as he was inhaling the sweet perfume of your hair. Both of you stood in the middle of the road, hearing the cars passing by during this cold night. You were glad Noah was there. Indeed, he was keeping you warm, his huge body covering yours like a blanket. Two seconds had passed but you wanted to stay like this a bit longer, despite the cold getting through your thighs. Noah felt you were shivering and that’s when he decided to break his embrace.
“Come on, let me walk you home. At this rate, you’re going to freeze to death.” He said, gently holding your hand.
His tender touch caught you off guard but you didn’t complain. As long as you could be a little longer with him, that’s all that mattered. You looked at his gloved hands, so big compared to yours intertwined with his. Then you looked at Noah, staring at his profile and how he looked so gorgeous no matter which angle.
“That’s so unfair.” You mumbled in your scarf, hiding your red face.
“What’s unfair ?” He asked, looking at you, amused again.
“You…” You began and continued “You are so unfair. I cannot comprehend how you can be such a teasy fool and be so gentle at the same time ?!”
He smiled, with the kind of smile he always does. The one that showed his perfect teeth and the curve of his cheeks going up, making all of his traits harmonize together. The kind of smile that always made you melt. With that, he let out a soft chuckle, which sounded like a sweet melody to your ears. God, how much you loved seeing his genuine smile on his face and hearing his laugh.
“I guess, it’s just the way I am.” He replied, simply.
You were not really convinced by this answer though.
“You’re just surreal. Like you’re coming out of a dream.” You stated.
“Yet, I’m right here, Y/N. Right next to you.”
Your hand still in his, he gently put the tip of your knuckles to his lips, leaving the sweetest kiss you ever had.
“See? Is that enough to prove it to you ?” He smiled, satisfied to see you red as a traffic light again.
“Um... I guess so…” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, too much flustered for your own good.
The way back to your flat went well somehow. At first, you felt awkward about the silence between the two of you, but seeing that Noah didn’t mind it did ease you. He was enjoying this peaceful moment with you. Even if you were less tense around him, you were still processing what happened. All of his teasy behavior and him admitting his feelings for you was quite a lot to assimilate. You didn’t expect it to be that mutual.
As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you had arrived at your front door until Noah told you.
“We’re here.” He spoke softly.
You felt your heart ache when you were about to let go of his hand. He took his time, as he didn’t want to let go either. You remained silent though, not knowing what to say or to do.
“Well… I’ll see you next time. Good night.” He said.
Panic started to rise in your chest, your heart beating so fast, as you saw him about to leave.
What did he mean by “next time” ? He couldn’t leave you like that.  You wanted to see him as much as you could before he went back touring… And God knows when he’ll be back.
Without any other hesitation, you rushed to him and grabbed a piece of his black coat sleeve.
“Wait..! Can’t you stay a bit longer? At least… stay here for the night. You can sleep on my couch and you can go back in the morning. If you want.. of course.” You begged.
You stuttered at your words at the end, not sure if your request was appropriate. You lowered your head, staring at your feet as the embarrassment rose. You kept holding his sleeve, not letting him go this time. Noah turned around and leaned a bit to cup your face so you could look at him.
“Look who’s the needy one this time.” He mused, making you blush “Sure, I’ll stay with you. I’m fine sleeping on the couch.”
Your heart skipped a beat as he accepted your offer. You just nodded at him, smiling nervously as the both of you entered your apartment. You took off your coat and scarf before leaving your boots in the doorway. Noah did the same while following you in your living room. You started to put more cushions, a pillow and a blanket on the couch that you took from your closet. Then, you realized how small your couch was compared to Noah.
“Actually, I’ve realized that it might be better for you to sleep in my bed than here...”
He looked at you, tilting his head on his left, smiling at you.
“Oh ? How interesting. You want me so badly in your bed, huh ? You could have just asked right away, you know.”
You stepped back, waving your hands at him to undo the teasing he was doing to fluster you even more.
“No, no ! Erm.. I just don’t want you to hurt your back or anything… You know what, I’ll sleep on the couch myself."
“Or… If your bed is big enough for the two of us, we can sleep together.” He teased, getting closer to you.
Oh, no. Why did you invite him to your place again ? Right. Because you love him.
“I’ll promise I’ll behave.” he smirked.
Your eyes widened before stepping a little from him, trying to get yourself together.
“Well, you better be ! Or I’m kicking you out of the bed.” You warned him.
“Deal.” He chuckled.
Once you set up your bed with Noah’s help, you went into the bathroom to get changed into more comfortable pajamas. Not like you were nervous about how ridiculous it would look or not like you cared about Noah’s opinion either. He said he wasn’t going to do anything. Yeah, it was better to keep it that way. For now. Too many things happened during this night. You were barely realizing he was here, at your house, sleeping in your bed with you. As you were brushing your teeth, you were overthinking the situation. Come on, get yourself together! But how could you remain calm as the man you’ve always dreamt about was here now ?
You spat your toothpaste before washing your mouth and heading back to your room. Noah was sitting at the edge of it, undressing his black coat and his dark sweater, just to be comfortable in his turtleneck shirt. You never imagined a man could look that good in a turtleneck shirt. Timidly, you cleared your throat, interrupting your own fantasies.
“Sorry, I don’t have any other clothes that would fit you. But I have an extra tooth brush, in the bathroom’s small cabinet, if you want…”
He smiled at you so lovingly, putting his cheek in the palm of his tattooed hand, visibly moved by your concern.
“Worried about my well-being, are we ? How thoughtful of you.” He grinned
“Well.. Yeah..! What about it ?”
“I think it’s adorable.” He said softly, a large smile still curling his lips.
“Oh, shut up and go to the bathroom already !” You gave up.
He stood up and went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth. A few minutes later, he lied down in the bed next to you. You tried to hide your smile in the blanket, as you were getting close to him.
“Happy to see me, here ?” He said, amused to see your happy face.
You nodded shyly as an approval, making him grin again. You got closer to him, facing his covered torso before lifting up your chin to gaze at him.
“So… When are you going back touring ?” You asked.
“In two days. I’ll help everyone get everything packed up tomorrow. Which is why I’ll leave early when the morning comes” He replied quietly.
You felt a bit sad, imagining him leaving already, but that was a thought for later. You rolled a bit more with the blankets, like a sushi.
“Thank you for staying tonight, Noah.” You mumbled after a short silence.
“My pleasure, sweetheart." He responded softly while stucking a strand behind your ear.
His gentle touch made you melt again. You snuggled a bit closer to him feeling his warmth and breathing his cologne. How relaxing it was. Noah wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close to him.
“Goodnight.” He said, leaving soft kisses on your forehead.
As you were going to sleep, you barely heard him. And also you hardly remembered saying “ ‘Love you” to him.
When you woke up, early in the morning, the other side of the bed was empty. You put your hand on the mattress, hardly feeling Noah’s warmth. He left early as he said last night. You couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic as you stroke the bedsheets to remember his presence. You missed him already. Then, under your touch, you found a piece of clothing, hidden under the blanket. You recognized it. It was Noah’s sweater. The one he was wearing last night. As you were wondering why he left it, your phone buzzed on the nightstand next to you. Curious, you picked it up.
Noah : Thank you for the night, princess. The bed was comfortable with you cuddling me. You can keep the sweater as a souvenir. Love you too.
You let out a small laugh while you read his message, holding his sweater close to you. You could still inhale Noah’s perfume, as if he was still with you.
“Idiot…” You murmured to yourself with a smile.
He sure was a teasy idiot but you loved him so much. It was impossible for you to get him out of your head. And you liked it that way.
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thefallennightmare · 6 months
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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader
Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.
Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.
Author Note: fuck, it's almost one in the morning but here's the next part! I wanted things to be more spicey but I'm so tired so it lacks luster, my apologies.
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Bringing the blanket closer to my chin, I wrapped it tighter around me as I dug myself deeper into bed. The morning rays of the sun broke through the windows of the bus showing it was well into the morning. We'd been driving for almost eight hours now, me just waking up a while ago. Last night after leaving the venue, Folio showed me around the bus before letting me get settled. Compared to the crew's bus, the guy's bus was decently bigger with six bunks, a kitchen with living space up front, and a room in the back that they used to their gaming space. I was surprised at how spacious the bunks were but figured they had to be with how tall Jolly and Noah were.
Thinking of Noah, my eyes darted to the bunk directly across from me and saw he was awake browsing his phone, earbuds in both ears. Even though we finally got past what happened that night in Chicago, there still was this weird tension between us and the only reason that could be was because what happened that night at the Airbnb.
I leaned over the edge of my bunk and patted his arm to get his attention.
"Need something?" Noah questioned while taking out an ear bud.
"Do you think we can talk about what happened the other night? At the Airbnb."
This made him drop his phone to his bed and turned on his side to fully face me, one of his arms to burry underneath his pillow.
"I thought we didn't need to talk about it. You said it was a onetime thing," Noah reminded me.
"I know," I sighed. "And I meant it. But I don't want things to get awkward between us because of it."
Noah gave me a warm smile. "It's only awkward if one of us makes it and I don't plan too."
"Me either," I matched his smile.
We watched each other for a few more beats before Jolly popped his head through the door that closed off the bunks to the front of the bus.
"Oh, good. You're awake," he motioned towards Noah. "We've got a problem."
Those words made me sit up in my bunk while Noah stood to his feet, running a hand through his sleep tousled hair to fix it.
"What's up?"
Jolly told him to follow which he did but curiosity also weighed heavily on me so I did as well, seeing that both of the Nick's were awake, sitting on the couches. Noah sat down at the table in the kitchen while I sat across from him.
"Breakfast?" Nick asked while holding up a box of cereal.
"Please," I said with a smile.
With the bowl of cereal in front of me, I listened as Jolly explained what their problem was.
"They canceled the festival tomorrow. I guess Ohio was hit with some nasty storms so they thought better to be safe."
Noah's shoulders fell in disappointment.
"Damn. We're almost there, aren't we?" He asked.
Folio nodded. "The rest of the crew arrived about two hours ago. Matt's trying to figure out what to do."
"Should we head to the next city?" Nick suggested.
"Maybe we should meet up with the others and we can all leave together," Jolly said.
Noah rubbed at the faint stubble that covered his chin. "I feel bad for the fans."
Just then, as I was sitting there quietly eating my cereal, an idea sprouted in my mind but I thought it would be best to keep it to myself. This seemed like a Bad Omens meeting, yet they were willingly talking about any possible plans in front of me.
I took my bowl to the sink in the small kitchen to wash it and once finished; I turned on my heels and grabbed the edge of the counter behind me.
"I may have an idea," I muttered.
Four sets of eyes fell on me and Noah raised a brow at me.
"About?"
I took a deep breath, gaining the courage to tell them about this grand idea.
"So you guys feel terrible about the festival being canceled because you want to play for the fans, right?"
When they nodded, I felt stronger so stood up straighter. "What if you guys do this pop up event?"
"Pop up event?" Jolly repeated.
"Yeah," I nodded this time. "I've seen a few bands do this, and it was really popular with their fans. We can rent out a place to set up a table where fans can come get autographs and set up the merch booth so they can buy merch; that way they can still see you guys. We'll sell a certain amount of tickets for this."
Noah and Jolly shared a look while Folio gave me a huge smile, clearly loving the idea.
"Do you think it's sort of last minute?" Nick asked.
I scoffed lightly. "You guys seem to forget about much your fans love you. If we announce this, I guarantee tickets will sell out in a few hours."
"I like it," Jolly admitted. "But what about the people that already bought tickets to see a concert?"
My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I thought of something else they could do. Just because they couldn't play at the festival didn't mean they couldn't play somewhere else.
"What if you guys play somewhere else?" I asked.
Noah hesitated with apprehension as he leaned his arm over the back of his seat and I did my best not to gawk at the tattoos that rippled against the muscles of his arms. I needed to stay focused so I can prove to them that my crazy, last-minute idea wasn't that; crazy.
"I don't know, Y/N. It might be hard to book something so last minute," Folio spoke next.
My arms crossed over my chest, and I tapped my foot in agitation. "You're supposed to be on my side, Folio."
He held up his hands. "Trust me, I am. I like the idea of the pop up event but the last minute show might be harder to pull off."
"Please," I waved him off. "Someone in Ohio owes me a favor, a huge one at that. Give me some time and I'll get it all handled."
"Who do you know in Ohio?" Nick wondered.
"Some guy," I shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.
Noah, however, thought it was because a muscle in his jaw ticked as his shoulders went rigid.
"An ex?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"Aw, are you jealous, Noah?" I leaned over the table closer to him. "That's cute, but no. Someone I met while I was in college. I've never had a boyfriend."
"Really?" Noah asked.
I didn't miss the surprise in his voice.
"Yeah. I've had hook ups during college but nothing ever turned serious. None of them were worth to have a future with."
He shifted in his seat and I worried I might have said something wrong but when he pulled me down into the seat next to him, Noah slid over his laptop in front of me.
"You want to prove to us you can do this, better get started," he smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You can have a little faith in me."
Noah bumped his shoulder with mine and stayed leaning into me. "I have the upmost faith in you, angel. That you won't pull this off."
Now my eyes buldged almost out of my head as a squeak of disbelieve fell from my lips.
"What do I get when I pull this off?" I debated with him.
The rest of the guys looked on amused, waiting to see what Noah would say.
"What do you want?" He shrugged.
I thought about it for a long moment, making a show of tapping my head with a finger, like how Winnie the Pooh did in the movie. Although, I put some thought to it because Noah Sebastian was asking what I wanted.
So many fucking things if they were coming from you.
Instead of something risqué, I chose something tamer and when the thought graced my mind, a large grin pulled at my lips.
"If I'm able to book the pop up and show successfully, I get to design your next tattoo."
Expecting him to say no, Noah simply leaned back into his seat to show his covered arms in tattoos then lifted his legs, not showing much space of skin.
"I have little space left but for you, angel. I'd find even a sliver of skin. You've got yourself a deal."
With that, I cracked my fingers and went to work finding not only a place to host their pop up event but also a concert. They were supposed to be playing in Cleveland so I started looking for smaller halls that could house the pop up event.
While I worked, Jolly went off to fill in Matt about my idea. Both of the Nicks retreated to the back area of the bus to play some kind of video game, and Noah moved from his spot next to me to the couch so he could stretch his long body. We didn't speak, letting the silence fall around us like a blanket, but I felt his gaze on my often. At one point, I looked over the laptop at him and noticed he was watching me with a smile.
"What? Is there something on my face?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"No," he shook his head. "You look beautiful, angel."
I blushed, the warmth vibrating throughout my entire existence.
"Right."
Noah sat up straighter on the couch so he could see me better.
"You don't believe me?" He asked.
I shrugged. "For someone who barley talked to me last tour and when this one started, you're getting pretty cheeky with me."
"You're also not as closed off as you were last time," Noah noted.
"Well, I thought you hated me," I grumbled, eyes scanning the screen in front of me.
Noah came to sit in front of me and shut the laptop so we had to look at each other. There was a dull look of hurt in his brown iris'.
"You thought I hated you?" His voice was quiet, almost broken.
I shrugged one shoulder while pulling at a loose fabric on my sweatpants. "You didn't talk to me much so I thought I'd done something."
"Angel," Noah sighed.
"Don't say it's because of what happened in Chicago," I interrupted. "I felt this way long before then."
He fell back into the bench seat behind him, a low noise crawling its way through his throat, my confession taking him by surprise.
"I never hated you, Y/N. Even what happened after Chicago. And let me set the record straight; I never hated you because of what happened that night. I was upset that you could of seriously been hurt and never realized it."
My eyes cast down to my hands that were now folded together on the table in front of me.
"I know," I whispered.
Noah reached over and linked our hands together. "I'm sorry for the hurtful things I've said and how I've been towards you. Please know I never hated you."
I swallowed thickly at his apology; it was sincere. Probably the first time I'd ever hear something so truthful from Noah. I gave his hand a tight squeeze, letting him know I accepted his apology.
Feeling better about our conversation, Noah put the laptop back in front of me and now watched me from right across of the table. My phone was set on the table next to it and it began flashing with notifications from Only Fans so I quickly flipped it over so Noah didn't notice.
It's been a few days since I posted anything and my subscriber count went up a few but still not enough to be making a lot of money. I knew it was because the things I posted were tame compared to what was already on the sight from others but I wasn't willing to change my rules. This was only a temporary thing so I could pay Lana until I was back home. Then I would deactivate my account.
"Hiding something?" Noah questioned with a knowing smug smile as he peered over the laptop.
"Nope, just stupid emails," I lied and forced my eyes to look back at the screen in front of me.
I had a message up to my old college lab partner, wondering if he still had that hook up with someone from the local mall in Cleveland. There was a decent sized space that was used to be rented out for meetings or parties. It would be perfect for the pop up event.
A notification of a new email popped up on the corner of the screen and seeing who it was from, I clicked on it.
Dear MS. Y/L/N,
I'm glad that you reached out. We heard about the cancelation of the festival because of the weather. We here at House of Blues would love to have Bad Omens play here tomorrow night. Attached is a copy of the contact that can be signed then sent over. I hope you understand that with it being a last-minute booking, extra fee's apply. Please let me know if you'd like to proceed.
Dan Sorenson
House of Blues.
"Ha!" I yelled, turning the screen to face Noah.
His eyes darted back and forth as he read the screen, his face not changing from the smug smile he wore.
"Well, looks like the show is booked but you still have to deal with the pop up event," He reminded me.
I stuck my tongue out at him while turning the laptop back to me. "Yes, I know that."
Noah groaned while griping my chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "If you stick that pretty little tongue out at me one more time, angel, I'm going to bite his so hard it bleeds."
My skin ignited with a blaze so hot it surprised me Noah didn't rear back in hissing pain. There was a slickness between my legs from his promise and I almost did it again so he could act on it. But Folio walked from the back of the bus and with a curious gaze at us, he sat down on the couch in the living area.
"What's going on here?" He asked.
Noah's eyes flashed before he let my face go and went over to sit next to Folio. As their conversation faded to the background of my subconscious, I blinked a few times to center myself and noticed a new message appeared on the screen in front of me.
Y/N! It's been awhile? How're things?
I can definitely book our event space for your friend's band tomorrow. There's a lot of us that are familiar with Bad Omens so we'd be happy to host your pop up event. What time did you need?
By now, Jolly and Nick came to join the others, and I grabbed the laptop to walk over to them, showing the message.
"I'll be damned," Folio whistled low.
"I'm impressed," Jolly said with a chuckle.
Nick smacked Noah against his shoulder. "Looks like I'll be tattooing whatever design she comes up with."
"I guess so," he winked at me. "I'll admit when I'm wrong and I was. Thanks for doing that, Y/N."
I smiled while setting the laptop on the table before falling into the couch between Folio and Jolly. "I've already posted it all to the Bad Omens social media and sent the details over to Matt so he can get his end tied up."
"You should be our social media ambassador," Folio said.
Immediately I shook my head. "No, that seems like a lot of work I'm not qualified for."
Nick snorted. "You booked two huge events on last-minute notice and got it spread like wildfire online. Tickets are already being bought."
I peered over at his phone that he titled towards me and sure enough, ticket sales were already booming for both events. But I still wasn't convinced.
"Don't you guys switch off posting on the Bad Omens social medias?" I asked.
"Yeah but it'll be easier if you took it over. We forget sometimes and it gets messy who was supposed to post something," Folio said.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, really thinking about his offer. It's not like it was a hard job, it was something I did on my own social media.
"Does it come with a pay raise?"
It was supposed to be a joke, but Noah responded right away.
"Of course. It's a lot more work than being the merch girl, which you won't be anymore. We can find someone to replace you."
This was not something I expected to happen when I woke up this morning, but I wasn't complaining. The pay raise would be significant and maybe I could deactivate my only fans page sooner than expected.
"Okay. I'll do it."
For the next while, the guys told me what my new position would entail and what I was in charge of. While Byran took professional photos and videos of them, I would still take some and post to their tik tok page or Instagram stories. When Bryan finished editing whatever photos he took, he would send them over to me and I would post them. I would also be in charge of dealing with messages that came through any platform.
By the time we ironed everything out, I excuse myself to my bunk, exhaustion overtaking my body. It was well into the afternoon and knowing we would be in Cleveland soon, I desperately wanted to nap before then.
As I lay in my bunk, I ended up staring at my Only Fans page and thought about ways I could revamp it to get a few more subscribers. Even with my new job title and pay, I couldn't give it up yet. Lana's paycheck was due tomorrow and while I had enough for it, it would clear out my bank account.
I pulled tight the curtain to my bunk as best as I could and stripped out of my shirt, pants, and bra. I wouldn't be able to record a video right now so a picture was the best option. Instead of covering my breasts, I kept them on display as I held up my phone, snapping a few different angles making sure my face was covered. Once satisfied with how I looked, I got dressed again and uploaded a few of the pictures to my page.
By the time that was finished, my eyes were heavy with slumber so I curled into the corner of the bunk, letting sleep encase around me. I was so deep in sleep that I barely heard Noah's phone go off and a loud groan of pleasure echoed from his bunk.
"You've got to be kidding me, angel. Right next to me."
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"I can't believe how well everything turned out," I smiled as I walked alongside Folio in the mall.
The pop up event ended a few minutes ago and as mentioned, everything went smoothly. Fans were ecstatic to meet the guys and get their autographs. Merch sold like crazy and thankfully, Matt and Davis could cover my old job until they could find a replacement. Matt thought my new job was a great idea, mentioning that I was always made for more than just selling merch.
"You did that," Folio bumped his shoulder into mine, a proud smile on his face.
Jolly and Nick were in front of our group, leading us to a restaurant so we could get something to eat before the show tonight. Another event I threw together. To say I was proud of myself was an understatement. I wanted to so badly call my mom to tell her but knew that she would only respond with three words.
"Who are you?"
I hadn't heard from either my mom or Lana today which made me worry because with how the last phone call conversation went, I could only think of the worst.
Noah made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat and I looked up to him as he walked next to me. From the second he stepped off looking like that, I was so wound up and turned on that I kept squeezing my aching core between my legs to curb that itch. Noah had the top half of his hair up in a bun and wore a baggy shirt with an anime logo and name across it and a pair of black shorts.
I wanted to lick every inch of muscles on his thighs; he looked that delicious.
But something was different with him today. Noah made sure that he never strayed far from me and during the event, his eyes were almost always on me. He refused to let me out of his sight. The brown of his eyes drank in every inch of me as well and if I didn't find a corner to rub one out, I would explode.
We found a restaurant inside the mall and all slide into a corner booth at the back of the large room. With how we sat, Noah and I were seated alone on one side, kind of away from Jolly, Nick, and Folio. The three of them chatted about what they were going to get and as I was about to ask Noah what he wanted, I felt his hand grasp the inside of my thigh and I sucked in a breath.
"Angel," he breathed in my ear.
I hummed when his fingers slowly moved higher between my legs. Our actions were underneath the table so no one could see.
"I can't stop thinking about your face when you cum," he admitted. "Can you do that for me again, please?"
I shouldn't do this. It was only supposed to be a onetime thing. But I was also so fucking horny, I needed this so bad. And he asked nicely.
My eyes fluttered shut when his finger slipped between the waistband of my leggings and without thinking, I spread my legs wider for him. If he didn't understand that, I gave a firm nod while keeping up the facade of looking over the menu.
Noah did the same, his eyes scanning his menu all while his finger slipped between my panties and pussy.
I bit down hard on my lip to keep the moan quiet when his finger brushed along my folds, knowing he felt how wet I'd been all day. He turned his face slightly towards me, his eyes sparkling with arousal.
"So wet already," he mouthed.
Not trusting myself to be quiet, I nodded as his finger pushed inside of me, pumping slow at first to work me open. Then another finger joined, and I nearly dropped my head on the table. Noah's fingers were long where they could reach that spot with ease.
Noah leaned closer to me making it look like he was talking about something so normal. "You're so tight, angel. Are you going to cum already?"
"Yes," I whined.
"Have you been wet all day for me?"
Always.
I nodded which made Noah smirk. "Be a good girl and don't make a noise. I can't have the guys knowing what I'm doing to you underneath the table."
Fuck; Noah Sebastian was going to kill me.
As he talked to Folio, giving nothing away, his fingers worked inside of me fast and when his thumb pressed against my clit, I nearly came with a scream. My hips bucked up into his hand and I ended up setting the menu up to it could cover my face as my lips fell open in a silent moan. The orgasm was so close, a bright white light brushing over my vision and heat spread at the base of my spine to my scalp. I shook in Noah's grasp as my pussy walls clenched around his fingers.
"Noah," I breathed when the orgasm washed over me in a tidal wave.
I shamelessly dry humped his hand to ride over the last little of the aftershocks and almost whined when Noah turned to look at me. He pulled out his fingers, the sudden loss of warmth making me go slack against the booth, and brought them to his mouth. I watched in my post orgasmic haze as he licked them clean, his eyes blown wide with blackness of his own desires.
"What do you guys think of this place? We tried it back in Iowa, figured it was a good choice," Nick said.
The three of them were still oblivious to what happened.
"Best meal I've ever fucking had," Noah hummed, my arousal glistening his lips.
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noahjuy · 4 months
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No Pity Required - C:Caerus
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You didn't realize that a mistake could change your whole life. You were running away from your family, you can choose the reason why. But you ended up getting lost in another empire, you didn't realize how long you've been walking and running while eating whatever you could find in your backpack. But you didn't expect to see an Emperor walking around, didn't you? Just as you were about to hide, you were faced in front of the emperor looking dead into your eyes as if he's trying to figure out something.
After a little talk, he decided to.. keep you in his empire. At first, you thought you were just being delusional and this is not happening. You refused over and over but do you think that an Emperor would take no as an answer? It's more like a demand, honestly. You thought it was a good thing at first.He lets you walk freely around the castle, feeds you, getting taken care of, getting spoiled by whatever Caerus gave to you but why did you even try to leave? He was a manipulative bastard who kept controlling you around and demanding so many things from you till you feel like you're about to pass out.
So everyday, you were planning to escape. It has been a few rough months ever since you were locked up here so you had no problem memorizing every single inch of the castle. And one night while he was away for business, you escaped full of bravery and decided to hide somewhere.
The next morning was a mess, a chaos all because of the Emperor. Caerus couldn't handle you running away from him especially after what he did for you within all these months. He sent thousands of soldiers guarding every single small spot around the city and the empire, they were everywhere. What are you going to do now? You can't just go back, you worked so hard to get here but now you have to find a way.
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An Emperor who decided to keep you in his castle since you have caught the Caerus's attention, you were locked in the castle but things went wrong when you escaped the castle.Caerus was way too possessive, his sadistic personality. So you planned to escape. You knew this could make it even worse but you can't handle it anymore.Now things were a mess. There were soldiers and guards everywhere around trying to find you. No matter how hard you try, you'll be in his arms again. Maybe.
You ran as fast as you can, you had to stay alive. You knew this would cost your life if they ever found you. Soldiers were guarding every single place, there were so many and there were even more than you can imagine.But you ran and ran, you hid in a small corner hoping they wouldn't find you. You were so tired, you couldn't run any longer. It's been hours of running ever since you escaped that hell.You heard someone approaching, you tried to stay quiet and not draw any attention but to your surprise that person was the Emperor.
You've decided to keep quiet, hoping that the Emperor will tell you that you're not here.
You didn't say a word, you saw Caerus in front of your eyes looking right at you. Before you could react he had grabbed you, you were trying to escape but your body froze in a sudden shock.Caerus was cold, cold as a block of ice and his face showed a sinister evil smile. He held you tightly by the chin and stared right into your eyes. His voice was terrifying.
— You didn't seriously thought you could escape from me, did you?
— E-emperor! - You unconsciously screamed, trying to get out of Caerus's grip.
— I gave you a chance, I gave you everything. Why the hell did you run? Why?!
His voice was terrifying, cold and demanding, his grip on you felt like his grip could crush your cheeks any moment. He was so mad he forgot to control his strength but the worst part is he enjoyed squeezing your face.
— I just want to be free.
— No, you belong here with me.
You tried to escape once again, trying to use your strength to make his grip lose a little. When he felt your arm moving the slightest bit, his grip got even tighter.
— Don't even try to escape from me. You're my possession now, you belong to me.
— I'm not a thing, Emperor - you said, looking at the Emperor with a look full of anger.
— You are now - the way he looks at you, you could tell that he was being dead serious. He had planned something worse in his mind.
He pulled you closer, you could feel him breathing in your face. You wanted to breathe again, you wanted to escape from this hell.He lifted you up and carried you in his arms. Your face was completely red because his grip was so tight and his hands were so cold. His voice was frightening and cold.
— Don't lie to yourself.
— I'm not lying.
— You don't want to admit that you're now my possession? Don't worry, I'll make sure to remind you every single day - he smiled and caressed your chin. You felt so cold for a moment.
— Emperor, lower me to the ground
— What? Why would I do that?
His grip tightened, it felt like your breath got cut out of you. He put you over his shoulder. His grip was so tight that every part of you felt numb.
— Where do you think you're trying to go?
— I... Well, definitely not to you - You turned your head away, not wanting the conversation to continue.
The Emperor has decided not to torment you any longer, and to continue to investigate the situation in the castle.
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The next day.
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The next day, you sat on a chair in front of the window and combed your hair so you wouldn't go crazy with boredom.
The doors were locked so you couldn't run even if you had this sudden burst of adrenaline.
That's when you heard someone trying to enter your room. At first you were terrified but it was him. It was the emperor, Caerus.
— Are you trying to look good for me that you're even fixing your hair?
He opened the door himself, he sat down on one of the chairs in your room and fixed his hanfu. He had a sinister evil smile on his face.
— I'm doing it for myself. - you put the hairbrush on the windowsill.
— I love how you're trying to act tough in front of me but everyone knows you're still just a fragile little thing.
He looked at you, cold and emotionless. His eyes were cold, but his smile was something that could make anyone run away.
You want to punch that bitch in the face.
Without warning, he grabbed you and kissed you forcefully, you were caught off guard. His hands were cold and his kisses were cold. You were too terrified.
You couldn't say a word, you were too shaken up. His grip was tight, his cold hands and his cold kisses.
— I told you, - he said with a grin - you're just a fragile little thing.
— You're a bastard emperor.
He slapped your right cheek with his cold hand, his face didn't show any signs of mercy or remorse. You could feel your cheek turning red and it hurt.
— What did you just say?
— What you've heard.
— I don't believe that a peasant like you could speak this way to an emperor who's done nothing but provide for you.
With each word he said, he slapped one side of your face. The hard slaps made your eyes swell up. Your cheeks were red from all the hits, tears started to form in your eyes.
— You're...just too cruel, Emperor.
He put his finger on your lip to make sure you stay quiet. His finger was cold and you felt like crying.
— You need discipline.
You tried to speak but he slapped you again, you were too afraid to make any kind of sound.
— Don't you have concubines for pleasure? - you speak, hoping that the Emperor will leave the room, after this question.
— You are my pleasure.
He said with a smirk on his face.He put his hands around your, his eyes was cold but his smile was more terrifying.
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cowpokeomens · 7 months
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Little One
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Pairing: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI WITH THIS!!! Anyways, we got some smut, some vaginal fingering, p in v, blowjobs, praise kink, cute pet names, lots of kissing, lots of me being h-word, enjoy folks
He’s staring.
You can feel him staring.
Part of you wonders why the others haven’t made fun of him yet- they jump at the opportunity to clown on each other, scoff when someone is being “soft.” You hadn’t risked a glance in a long time to judge the nature of the stare- was it soft? If not, what was it? Surely you aren’t the only one aware of the stare to begin with?
You do your best not to wriggle around where you sit on the floor, cuffing your sweats one more time out of nervousness. They were from some super-secret-elite-mega-ultra-exclusive merch drop, and Noah had insisted on you needing a pair, because “Who the fuck doesn’t own a single pair of sweats?” They were as comfortable as described, if not a bit long. Such was the case when clothing was designed by giants, you reckoned. 
“Lillis.” You heard a Swedish murmur, knowing the name was directed at you. You remembered the first time you had heard it, had corrected him with a polite, “Oh, that’s not my name.” You remembered his shy smile as he said he knew. You had never gotten around to asking him to translate, worried it meant “donkey shit” and would ruin the maladaptive daydream in your head wherein he wanted you back and-
Stop, you thought to yourself. We don’t go there.
You finally raised your eyes to his, dark and thoughtful and all-consuming; eyes that had been trained on you for at least half an hour. “Hm?” Was your dazzling response. 
He gave you a sweet smile, barely there. “Everyone said they were going to grab food for dinner, were you going to tag along or slum it with me here until they get back?” He leaned in conspiratorially, stage-whispering, “If you stay, we can warm up in Mario Kart and dethrone Noah.”
“As if.” Came a scoff from the kitchen, where the man in question was slipping on a pair of slides. 
“New plan: You have to stay, because I’m tired of his arrogance.” Nicholas chimed in matter-of-factly, tugging on a pair of worn-out sneakers. 
A debate broke out between them, Nick serving as instigator to both sides as Noah listed all the reasons why he was “so damn good” at the racing game. You felt a tap on your shoulder. 
He was closer now, too close for you to hide your sharp intake of breath at his proximity. “So you’re going to tag along with those goofballs?” Jolly gave you a knowing look, as if he already knew the answer. No doubt it was evident on your face. 
You returned his smile. “I think I’ll sit that one out, thanks.” Then, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the kerfuffle in the kitchen, “Y’all go ahead, I’ll hang back here.”
Nicholas hid a smile poorly, Noah outright rolled his eyes. “Figures. Text us your order, don’t do anything nasty on the couch-” He was cut off with a loud smack, voice trailing down the hallway as the group hastily exited. “Ow, fuck. What? It’s true! He’s been staring-”
You could feel your cheeks warming up as his words grew fainter. Jolly seemed unbothered, already setting up the Nintendo Switch controllers, handing you your signature purple. 
“So, unfortunately, I don’t know if we’ll actually be able to dethrone the king tonight. You know how much I suck at Mario Kart- and I haven’t played in months probably.” You admit sheepishly.
Jolly huffed a laugh at your confession, coming over to sit beside you- so close that your outstretched legs were bumping against each other. You could smell the shampoo he used that morning, cologne coming off him in soft waves, the scent of amber and tonka bean mixing with something else that was heady and dark. You wanted to burrow your face into the smell and fall asleep. 
“Fear not, älskling, we can sharpen your skills in no time.” He made quick work of adjusting the settings, then turned to you suddenly. “C’mere.”
You blinked. “I am here?”
He huffed another laugh, then motioned to the ground between his legs. “No, like, here. Come sit, I can’t help you from all the way over there.”
Your face was scarlet, you knew it. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, but you nodded and got up anyways, shuffling over to settle yourself between his long legs. Your back was rod-straight, afraid of what it might feel like to relax against his chest. His arms came up and around you, making you feel small in comparison as he placed his hands atop yours on the controller. His hair tickled your arm as he leaned forward, chin resting at the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You reminded yourself to breathe. 
“Okay, so the first thing we’re going to do is customize the car. What character do you want?” 
“Peach.” You replied automatically, not giving it a thought. 
You could feel his smile. “Princess for the princess, sounds good.” He selected the little blonde character, the screen shifting to a selection of bikes, wheels, and gliders. “So if you press this button, it’ll show you the stats for each option. You can go for speed, but keep in mind that it can be harder to turn…” He continued on as you found yourself relaxing into the lull of his voice, nodding at the appropriate times, letting his fingers guide you across the screen. Your shoulders slumped a bit, back coming to rest against his chest every so slightly, the soft material of his sweatshirt cushioning you. 
“... did you get any of that?”
“Hm?” You straightened a bit, more alert now. “Oh- uh, yeah. I want the little pink sportscar- with the stripes on it.”
“That one has the lowest speed, älskling.” You could hear him fighting back a laugh.
“The stripes will make me faster.” You argued. “And what is an ‘L-sling?’ Will it make me go faster, too?”
He couldn’t hold back his laugh now, shoulders curving forward to bump against you gently with the action. “Älskling, not ‘L-sling,’ lillis.”
You sighed, exasperated. “What does that even mean? It’s no fair, I don’t even know what you’re saying! Is it mean?” He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Oh my god, it’s totally mean, I changed my mind I don’t want to know-”
“Baby.” You froze at the word. He had set down the controller, hand sitting lightly on your thigh. Your skin was seared where his fingertips grazed. “They’re not bad words, they’re just-” He stopped with a soft sigh. 
You decided to be brave, turning around so you could see his face. You sat back on your heels, looking at him expectantly, patiently. 
“You’re so beautiful.” He said at last. 
You looked down, cheeks flushing, fingers toying with each other. One of his hands reached out to grab yours, stilling their movement. You took a deep breath. “Okay, trade.” 
He cocked his head, confused. “Trade?”
You nodded. “Mhm. You tell me what ‘lillis’ means, and I’ll tell you something too.”
He thought about it. “Do I get to pick what you tell me?”
You furrowed your brows despite yourself. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair. Now go.”
A ghost of a smile flashed across his face. “Lillis is like, ‘little one,’ I guess would be the closest translation.” He looked sheepish for a moment, continuing, “It’s, uh, well- it’s kind of like baby talk?”
“You’re calling me a little baby?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 
He laughed now, shattering the tension of the moment. “No, I’m calling you little. In the tone that you’d use with a baby. It’s-” 
“I am not little!” You objected indignantly. 
He gave you a simpering look. You frowned. He continued on, “It’s a term of endearment. Now,” both of his hands came to rest on the tops of your thighs. “You tell me something- something you would never, ever tell me otherwise.”
A million ideas flashed through your mind, ranging from domestic scenes of cooking dinner to carnal desires that you only indulged yourself in when you were at home, in your bed, very alone. Your face heated up, whether from shame or arousal you weren’t sure. Now wasn’t the time for it anyways. 
“I can see you overthinking, älskling. Spill it.” He ducked his head down to look into your eyes, and you found yourself unable to stop your mouth from opening. 
“The first time I saw you I wanted to kiss you.” You blurted, jaw snapping shut, as if the force would somehow form a vacuum that could suck all the words back in. 
He was grinning, a devilish thing that was entirely too smug and self-satisfied given the circumstances. “Oh yeah?”
“Shut up.” You grumbled, unable to formulate a witty response. 
He leaned closer, hands resting on the outer curve of your thigh, gripping slightly. “And now?”
“Now what?” You countered, unsure of what he was saying.
A smile lingered on his lips, the way wildflowers linger in the early days of autumn. You realized too late that he was too close again. “Do you still want to kiss me now?”
You swallowed once, breaths ragged. Finally, you nodded. 
Another grin. “Then ask nicely.”
Your mouth dropped open, taken aback. “‘Ask nicely?’” You repeated, rage bubbling up to the surface. “You should ask nicely! You’re the one staring at me today! Big, dumb, Swedish-”
You were cut off as his lips crashed into yours, one hand leaving your thigh to grab your jaw, the other coming up to your back to pull you against him. You melted into the feeling, your hands finding their way to his face. 
“Pretty girl,” he murmured against your lips, in between kisses. “My pretty girl.” His tongue came out to trace your bottom lip, catching it in his teeth and tugging on it. The groan you let out was entirely involuntary, legs scrambling up so you could settle in his lap. He bit your lip again, and your hips flexed into him, grinding down. 
“Älskling, we don’t have to do anything-” He mumbled around your mouth, hands pulling you impossibly closer. 
“We don’t,” You agreed, then continued, “But if it’s all the same to you, I have a lot of ideas filed under ‘things I would never, ever tell you-’” 
You could feel his grin in the kiss, large hands coming down to grip at your ass, kneading the flesh there. You whimpered, hands gripping at his shoulders. 
“Not here.” He finally broke away to pant. “Not the couch.”
The giggle that escaped you was almost delirious, the shock that this was really happening coursing through your body. He stood, pulling you up with him, guiding you both to his room. 
“Oh, we’re gonna have weird, nasty sex.” You sang gleefully. 
He laughed loudly at your antics, finally reaching his room, where he shut and locked the door quickly. You backed up slowly, until the backs of your legs hit the bed. He turned to look at you then, pupils blown wide with lust. He was in front of you in two quick strides, hands resting on your hips. 
“Tell me.” He demanded, tone not in the least bit demanding. “Tell me the ideas you have.”
You gulped, suddenly shy again. “Um…”
“Trade?” He prompted. His hands had made their way under your shirt, rubbing at the bare skin of your back. 
You nodded, happier with the agreement. “Um, well.” 
A thought popped in your head, one of the more profane on your list of fantasies. It must have reflected on your face, because Jolly’s next words were: “Tell me.”
You blushed for the millionth time that night. But, a deal was a deal. “Remember when I flew out to visit y’all in Texas? The hotel with the balconies?”
A wicked grin spread on his face, following your line of thought. “Go on.”
“I thought- I thought about you. About us. On the balcony.” You stammered. 
“A bit more detail, baby.” He pushed gently.
Bolstering your courage, you continued. “I thought about what- what it would feel like, to have you bend me over the railing and do what you wanted with me. I thought-” You took a shaky breath. “Thought about the people who might have seen me- seen us and known that I was yours.”
His grip was tight on you now as he pushed you back onto the bed. “Thank you for sharing. Want to know what I was thinking about that night, in the next room?”
You nodded too fast, desperate. It didn’t go unnoticed by him.
He was hovering over you now, nose tracing the column of your neck. “I could hear you, y’know.” You froze. “Heard you moaning and whimpering. I thought about what it would be like to be able to spread you out and have my way with you. What kind of sounds you’d make, how long it would take for you to start shaking for me. How long it would take for you to fall apart for me.” His hands were under your shirt, holding your ribcage, thumbs playing the underside of your breasts. “I came twice before my cock finally softened enough for me to sleep.”
“Joakim.” You whimpered wantonly, lust clawing at your senses. 
“There she is.” He answered softly. “The girl in the room next to mine. She kept saying my name, too- moaned it every time she came. Think you can do that again, pretty girl?” You nodded desperately. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes.” You gasped. “Whatever you want Joakim, I can do it.”
He pulled you into another deep kiss. “If you want to stop at any point, we can, okay?”
“Okay.” You nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good girl. Take off your clothes.” He instructed, standing up to watch you. 
You all but ripped off your shirt, tossing it to some corner of the room, your sweatpants following shortly after. You didn’t give a thought to your undergarments until Jolly said “Nice panties.”
A glance down reminded you that your underwear had a gingerbread man emblazoned on the front of them, remnants of an impulse purchase last Christmas. “Shut up- I’m doing laundry tomorrow.” You couldn’t suppress a grin, though. 
He crawled back onto the bed, kissing you deeply as soon as he was close enough. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it until it had hardened. You arched into his touch as he moved his focus to the other one, teeth just barely grazing the skin. Finally, you pawed at his sweatshirt. “You too- off, off.” 
You broke the kiss long enough for him to tug the article over his head, hair going in every direction. Your hands came down to tug at his pants, boxers doing nothing to conceal the bulge he was sporting. You tried stroking it through the material, but he swatted your hands away. “You first.” His tone was final. 
He pushed you back slowly, until he was fully on top of you, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist. His hips ground into you experimentally, a groan leaving his mouth. 
“Please,” You whimpered. “Joakim, please, I need something.”
“I know, pretty girl, so patient for me.” He soothed you as he snaked a hand between your bodies, running his middle finger along your slit. You moaned pitifully at the contact, arching into his touch. 
“You are so fucking wet, baby, holy shit-” His finger dipped deeper this time, running over your soaked hole lightly. 
“Stop teasing.” You demanded.
He gave you a grin. “If I was teasing you, you’d be crying.”
He thrust two fingers inside you before you could muster a response, curling them up in such a way that made your legs fully extend, toes flexing. He set a slow pace, languidly curling his fingers into you at different angles until he hit a spot that made you gasp. 
“There?” He questioned. 
“There, there, there, fuck, baby-” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, leveraging yourself as you ground into his hand. 
“That’s a good girl, take what you need.” His words were soft in your ear, the praise making you flush as his fingers continued to work that bundle of nerves inside you. 
“Fuck, Joakim, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” Your voice broke off into staccato moans as he coaxed you through your orgasm, legs flailing uselessly against his sheets. 
You panted as he slipped his fingers out of you, tugging at your underwear until you were bare for him. He nudged your legs apart, confusing you as he dropped down to eye level with your soaked core. 
“What are you- fuck.” Your question was abruptly cut off by his tongue on your clit, lapping at the bud like candy. Your back arched off the bed as he worked his way down to your hole, tongue spearing in and out while his thumb continued to work your clit. You hands tangled into the roots of his hair, hips canting up desperately as you fucked back into his face. 
Your second orgasm reached you twice as quickly as the first one. “Joakim- I- I can’t-” Guttural moans escaped you as you fell over the precipice yet again, legs quivering as he continued to lap at you until you had come down. 
Your breaths came raggedly as you shoved your hair out of your face, sweat collecting on your forehead. Jolly came up to look at you, your slick coating him from nose to chin. You pulled him in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips, your head flopping back onto the mattress as he backed away. 
“You done?” He prodded, sounding unsure. 
“Absolutely not, if you don’t put your dick in me I will die, Joakim Karlsson-” You couldn’t finish your thought as you both dissolved into giggles. Finally you sat up, crawling over to hover on top of him. “My turn.”
You made quick work of his boxers, resolutely not letting yourself linger on the wet patch that could be seen on the front. His cock sprung free, and you tried your best not to salivate- failing miserably. “God, it’s prettier than I ever imagined.” You whispered, wonder in your voice. Joakim laughed at you again, hands coming up to cover his face. Pretty it was. A cherry red tip mocked you, capping off a sizable length, veins protruding down the underside. Dark curls nestled around the base, not a full bush, but far from bare. You wanted it in your mouth, nay- in your esophagus. 
You didn’t realize you had voiced your thought out loud until Jolly roared with laughter, head thrown back as he cackled. You pouted until he caught your expression, laughter dying down to a smile. “By all means, don’t let me stop you from achieving your dreams.” He gestured to himself. 
You sniffed haughtily, grabbing the girth and giving it a few experimental strokes. A soft sigh left the man’s mouth at your movements, body relaxing into the bed. You leaned forward enough to pop the tip into your mouth, suckling softly. A hand came up to pet your hair, a light grip settling in your roots. You took more of him, breathing deeply through your nose as your mouth worked its way down his shaft, pulling back slowly. You pushed yourself down again, until your nose was tickled by the curly hairs you saw earlier. 
“Fuck, baby, so good for me…” Jolly’s eyes were glued to you as you slid off, taking him deeply again, repeating the actions until his grip in your hair had tightened. You found a rhythm quickly, spit dripping down your chin as you worked him.
“Älskling, I don’t want to cum like this-” His words made you slow until you slipped off with a loud pop. He sighed at the loss. “One day- when I have a whole lot more self control than I do now- I’m gonna fuck your face until my cum leaks out of the sides of your mouth.”
Your brain went foggy at such a prospect, unable to form a coherent sentence. He huffed a laugh at your expression, flipping you both over so that you were back underneath him. One hand shot out to his bedside table, rummaging around until he procured a condom. He tore it open with his teeth, sliding it on with practiced hands. 
“You ready?” He checked one last time. 
“Yes, please, come on-” Your sentence broke off with a gasp as he entered you slowly, your already-sensitive hole stretching to accommodate his size. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, slowly working you open. “Joakim, please, I want- I want it deep.”
You could hear his sharp intake of breath, then he all but folded you in half as your legs were pushed up to rest on his shoulders. He bottomed out in one fluid motion, a feeling that had your eyes rolling up into your skull as you hands grasped at his arms. His pace was unrelenting, unforgiving as he fucked into you. You were babbling incoherently, a mixture of moans and “fuck, Joakim” filling the air. He leaned further over, somehow pushing even deeper into you.
“Does my girl like that? Is she getting fucked deep enough?”
“I- I-” You couldn’t string together words if your life depended on it. 
He placed a kiss on your jaw, an action that would have been tender had he not been fucking you so thoroughly. Your climax approached you like a freight train, until you were clawing at Jolly- arms, back, whatever you could reach. “Joakim, I’m gonna cum, I can’t-”
“Good girl, cum for me, milk my cock pretty girl.” He groaned.
That’s all it took to finish you off, back arching clean off the bed as your slick came out in spurts, legs shaking as Jolly fucked you through your third orgasm. He came shortly after, hands tightening almost painfully on your hips as his pelvis ground into you. He pulled out with a huff, collapsing onto the bed next to you. 
You curled up into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. He placed a kiss on top of your head, chest heaving with labored breaths. A hand stroked your back lazily, tracing patterns, playing different imaginary notes on nonexistent frets. 
Finally you spoke up. “So, what does this make us?”
“What do you want us to be?” Came his reply. 
“That is such a cop-out, Jolly, come on now.” You huffed.
He shook with silent laughter. “Ideally? I’m thinking a fall wedding, maybe 3 kids, I really like the name ‘Axel,’ but I’m willing to hear your ideas too-”
You slapped his chest playfully. “I meant moreso ‘exclusive’ and ‘official.’”
“What is not ‘official’ or ‘exclusive’ about 3 beautiful children together? Is this an American thing-”
“Shut up.” You cut him off with a kiss, noses staying pressed together as you pulled away. “Since you’re being so difficult, you’re my boyfriend now, and you have no say in the matter.” 
He grinned. “I guess I could learn to enjoy that.” 
You were about to reply when the front door slammed shut. “Sorry guys, the taco place was stupid fucking busy, we- hey, where’d they go?” Came Noah’s voice, faint. 
“You said not to do anything nasty on the couch.” Nick reminded him helpfully. 
“That is disgusting- hey! If you can hear me, y’all are nasty-” 
“There’s tacos whenever you kids are done!” Nicholas chimed in.
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close to home | chapter thirty
close to home | chapter thirty
plot: the reader's journey continues on, and they find some trouble on the road
series masterlist
Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,759 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!
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You slept for a few hours after your watch ended and woke up to the sound of people getting out of the car. You sighed with exhaustion and looked around at the empty car--except for a snoring Noah--for a moment before getting up. 
Only a few people were up--Rick, Daryl, Carol, Glenn, and Maggie. You walked over to your cousin as you yawned, and then greeted her. You quickly helped her and Carol get a fire going while the other three men discussed the plan for the day. You were too tired to listen in, and it seemed Carol and Maggie felt the same way.
Eventually, everyone else woke up, and you sat with Rosita and Tara while eating. The camp was alive and well, and you enjoyed watching everyone talk amongst themselves in the early morning air. You smiled at Carl laughing and Michonne joking with him. 
Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, and Rick had everyone pack up and take off. You were up first on the driving rotation, so you took the driver’s seat and started the car. You tried to hide your smile when Daryl sat next to you. 
“What?” He asked you when he noticed. 
“Nothing,” You chuckled and rolled down the window. “Let’s go, everyone. I’m not waiting forever!” You called out. 
Carol laughed as she climbed into the car, telling you to shut up. 
***
You’d been driving for a few hours. The sun was almost at its midpoint when the van started slowing down. 
“What’s going on?” You asked, trying to look ahead. 
“Stay in the car,” Daryl said before getting out. 
You sighed and put the car in park, leaning back against the seat. 
“What’s going on?” Carol asked. 
“Is something up ahead?” Maggie asked.
“I don’t know…” You trailed off, watching as Daryl jogged back to the car. 
“There’s a big herd. ‘bout a half mile away. Ya’ll know what to do,” Daryl said. 
Your stomach tightened as everyone moved at once. Glenn handed you and Daryl rags, and you quickly set them up against the windows. You turned the car off. Unfortunately, you had nothing to cover the front window with, so you piled some bags on the dashboard to conceal yourself. 
“They almost here,” Daryl said. 
You all reclined your seats and laid back, staying perfectly still and quiet. Your fingers were twitching, and you rubbed your leg. You tried to steady your breathing when you felt the first walker hit the car. 
You heard Maggie say something, but it was too low for you to know what it was. More and more walkers bumped into the car, and you let out a shaky breath. The car started to rock back and forth, and you felt anxiety slide over you. You could hear the moaning from the herd, and you glanced at Daryl. 
There was worry and frustration on his face. But he wasn’t afraid; if he wasn’t, you shouldn’t be either. But when the car started rocking harder, you grabbed his hand across the center console. He glanced at you instantly, and you could feel how rigid his body got. But when he looked at your face, his body relaxed, and he turned his hand, intertwining your fingers. 
The car continued to rock for another ten minutes before it stopped, and the moans were drowned out by the distance. You took a deep breath, let go of Daryl’s hand, leaned forward, and pulled back the rag covering your window. From the side mirror, you saw the walkers had put a decent amount of distance, and the group started fixing the car up. 
“That was crazy,” Noah said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it,” 
“Consider yourself lucky,” Glenn said. 
A few minutes later, you heard Rick honk the horn twice, signaling you were to continue on your path. You started the car while Daryl looked in the side mirror. 
“You want someone else to drive (Y/N)?” Maggie asked you. 
You shook your head, “No, I’m good to keep going. I’d prefer it, actually.”
***
Daryl watched you from the side as you drove. It had been hours since the herd passed, and you insisted on driving. You had the radio down and most windows cracked, so fresh air blew. He had to strain to hear you sing under your breath and any sound that interfered with him being able to hear you vexed him. 
He wanted to talk to you. He was worried about you. Ever since you all left Georgia, you have always been so scared. He wasn’t sure what it was--aside from the obvious. But you were never scared like this. He didn’t understand it. He’d seen you in sticky situations that had him scared, but you never were. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t even know where to start. He didn’t know what words to say. 
Daryl could still feel your hand on his, fingers intertwined and gripping tightly. He could feel your fingers twitching like they did when you had anxiety, and he could still feel the heat from your touch. The heat left his chest stirring and his mind whirling. All he could think about was your warm skin while the herd passed you all by. 
He stole a few quick glances at you while you were preoccupied with driving and admired the side of your face. Your hair was braided back, and every now and then you’d bite at your nails. He noticed all the little quirks you did while driving. He noticed the scars on your hand and scabbed over the wounds. He wanted to grab your hand again and ensure they were all healing correctly. 
But he couldn’t do that, so he stared out the window and tried to ignore the pull towards you. 
***
You followed the van off the highway and down a few more miles before you saw a few buildings pop up. The sun was lowering, and it shinned through the trees, so you squinted as you continued to drive. 
Rick eventually pulled over at a deserted gas station, and you parked aside the van. Daryl jumped out of the car and met up with Abraham and Rick, who gave the area once over before whistling. 
“Thank God, I’ve had a cramp in my leg for the past hour,” Carol muttered as she climbed out of the car. 
You chuckled quietly and got out, too, headed towards Carl. Tora was already sniffing the ground around you, no doubt looking for somewhere to go to the bathroom and then run around. 
“How’s she doing?” You asked, ruffling his hair. 
He dodged you as he laughed. “She loves Judith.”
You laughed and shared a few more words before you walked over to Rick and Abraham. “So what’s the plan?”
“We need to fuel up. We used the last gas rations this morning, and I don’t want to get stuck. I’m thinking we clear the building, see what we got, and make a run into the town we passed if we need to.” Rick said. 
You nodded and pulled out your machete. “Okay, sounds good,”
Rick called over Rosita and had her team up with Abraham while you went with Rick. Everyone else was to stay outside and keep an eye out. The building wasn’t that big, and you weren’t worried. 
You did feel Daryl’s eyes on you as you followed Rick towards the door, and you gave him a nod to try and tell him you were okay. Now that you were feeling much better, he shouldn’t be surprised that you’d return to your usual antics. Rick counted on you just as much as he did Michonne and Daryl. 
Rick and you went in first, side by side. It was pretty dark in the building because of all the surrounding trees, but your eyes adjusted quickly. You heard Abraham and Rosita walk into the building and take the other side of it. 
You and Rick worked silently together, scoping out the aisles, and then headed towards the backroom. It wreaked, and you both gagged when you walked in, but it was clear. You double-checked that the door was firmly shut when you left. 
“All clear,” Rosita said. 
“Us too,” You said. 
Rick whistled again, and soon the rest of the group walked in. Everyone was moving at once, pushing aside the metal aisles to make a big space in the middle. They used blankets and duct tape from the car to cover the front windows and Eugene had a fire going in a metal garbage can quickly. 
The gas station didn’t have much, a couple bottles of water, jerky, and some matchbooks. Tyreese found some empty gas containers, but no cars were around to siphon. 
“I’m thinking two teams again,” Glenn said as you huddled up with Rick, Daryl, Michonne, and Abraham. “One on gas, one on food and water. Our rations will only last another few days.”
“Okay, well, we’re about sixty miles out from Richmond. We’ll try and get as much as we can. Hopefully, Noah’s community will be able to help us,” Rick said, rubbing his forehead. Judith started to cry, and he looked across the room, where Tyreese was tending to the baby. 
“I’ll go out and look for gas. We’ve only got another hour or so of sunlight. We gotta do this fast.” You said. 
“I’ll go with you,” Michonne said. 
Rick sighed and nodded, “Okay, okay. Take the car. Daryl, Abraham, you go south and look for food and gas. Glenn, take Tara and look for food. We back here by sunset.”
“We won’t leave you with your dicks hanging out,” Abraham said. “We’ll be back by sunset.”
You all moved out at once. You grabbed your bag and the empty containers Tyreese found and met Michonne by the car. She was getting it started while you packed the stuff in the trunk. After slamming it shut, you took a deep breath. You were exhausted. Everything was exhausting. 
“Pst,” You turned around as Daryl approached. Behind him, you could see Abraham getting in the van. “Be safe, ‘right. Here, take this,” He reached out one of his knives and offered it to you.
You smiled but shook your head, “We’ll be fine. I’ll see you in an hour. Don’t worry so much.”
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cybertronianxwhore · 9 months
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can you do a Mirage x Noah ?
!Spoiler Alert for Transformers: Rise of the Beasts!
Absolutely. I love them together so much. They were the whole reason I decided to make this blog and post my writing on here haha. So you can thank them for that if you like my writing.
I hope you enjoy <3
Together
Minors DNI
Tags: sfw, fluff
Summary: On a quiet night time drive, Mirage confesses that he's fallen for Noah. Unknowing that Noah has been waiting for this exact thing just as long as Mirage has.
Story begins after the break
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"Hey, Noah?" Mirage asks as he's taking Noah on another one of their midnight drives into the country outside of the city. Noah was drifting off a little, tired from his shift at work as he sits up a bit more and blinks a few times.
"Yeah, buddy?" He asks, yawning softly and patting Mirage's center console.
"I know we're good friends and all, and tell me if I'm reading signs wrong. Human language isn't my first language... But, ah, never mind, it's stupid."
Noah didn't want to show it, but his heart began to swell with hope the longer Mirage spoke. He too wasn't sure if their relationship was just friends, or something more. He didn't know if the way Mirage acted around him was just the way Cybertronian's were, or if it meant something more.
"No it's not stupid, just tell me what you're thinking," Noah responds, trying to reassure Mirage with gentle touches to the center console. Mirage hums and his engine stutters a bit at Noah's touch, trying not to show how affected he is by it.
"I want our relationship to be more than just friends," Mirage eventually says, ex-venting a sigh that puffs warm air through the vents inside the car, ruffling Noah's hair a bit. "But I also don't want to ruin what we have."
"I want that too," Noah admits softly, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders as he smiles at Mirage's radio. "It doesn't have to ruin what we have either. It just adds more to it."
"Really?" Mirage asks, voice sounding slightly breathless as he's stunned. "I'm... Not sure what human courting is like."
"Well I'm not sure what Cybertronian courting is like... So we can learn together." Noah smiles again, relaxing in his seat feeling pleasantly warm and comfortable.
"Together," Mirage echoes and Noah can hear the smile in his voice. "I like the sound of that!"
"Me too," Noah responds, smiling himself before yawning again, reminding him of just how tired he is. He sighs softly and rests his hands on Mirage's steering wheel again. "I'm exhausted. Could we head back?"
"On it," Mirage says before u-turning, much more gentle than he usually does. "You rest up, I'll get us home safe."
"Thanks, baby," Noah answers, not thinking much of it as he settles in and closes his eyes. But Mirage does, and it makes him so giddy his engine roars a bit louder as he tries to keep himself calm as to not disturb Noah.
The ride back is peaceful. Mirage checks on Noah often, adjusting his seat slightly occasionally to help him stay comfortable. He uses his cloaking ability to make it seem like Noah is still driving to any outsiders as to not draw any unnecessary suspicion. But within, his spark glows with fondness every time he checks on Noah due to seeing him fully trusting Mirage now. Able to comfortably sleep, knowing that Mirage will take them home safely. It's a stark contrast to their first meeting in which Noah was screaming and panicking the entire time Mirage was driving despite him doing it to keep both of them safe.
When Mirage pulls into the dark garage and the door rolls shut behind him, Noah stirs slightly, humming a bit as he sits up. But Mirage has other plans. He transforms while smoothly moving Noah as he does. When everything settles, Mirage is the size of a large human, and is holding Noah up against him. He looks down and smiles fondly as he sees Noah smiling softly in his half-asleep state and snuggling closer to his warm metal. Mirage slowly walks them over to the padded berth he helped Noah build and lays down with Noah still resting on his chest.
"We home?" Noah slurs, still mostly asleep as he shifts his head to look up at Mirage even as his eyes stay closed.
"Yeah, we're at the garage, baby," Mirage answers, pressing his face gently into Noah's hair. He enjoys the odd feeling of Noah's hair brushing against the sensitive metal of his face plates. "Sleep well."
"M'kay," Noah mumbles, settling down again and getting comfortable even if Mirage is mostly metal.
Later in the night he does shift into the padding of the berth, but he still holds onto Mirage. And when he fully wakes up in the morning, love warms his heart as he lets out a content sigh and snuggles against a sleeping Mirage. It's going to be very new, and definitely difficult at times, but Noah doesn't feel scared at all knowing he'll face it together with Mirage.
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
Maybe there will be a smutty part 2, but we'll see. I'm trying to get through the requests I currently have and didn't want this to get too long.
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hadesforpreswrites · 4 months
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dirty laundry, pt. 3
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a/n: here's part 3! "death of peace of mind" came through my airpods at the exact right time while writing this. i hope you enjoy! if you want more, let me know by reblogging, liking, commenting, vibes, whatever. i love this couple so i'm willing to write more!
pairing: noah sebastian x reader
genre: idiots-to-lovers
warnings: praise; oral (m. receiving, f. receiving)
word count: 3,787
summary: noah spent the night, it's the next day. what will these two do?
part one part two part four
noah was the first of the pair to wake up. he first noticed the lack of warmth that he had when he had fallen asleep. he turned his half-awake eyes to the other side of the bed and saw she was curled up on her other side. he smiled to himself as he rolled himself over and pulled her back to his chest. she made a small mewling sound as she snuggled in closer to him. 
“what time is it?” he heard her sleepy voice ask him.
“i have no idea. you keep the windows covered so i’m not even sure it’s daytime right now,” he said with a playful tone. 
she giggled. “sun’s too bright.”
“i know,” he said. “if we get up now though, i’m sure we could locate somewhere that has pancakes.”
“tempting,” she said thoughtfully. “but i’m pretty comfy.”
“then we’ll stay here,” he kissed the back of her neck. 
a couple more hours passed as they laid there. he dozed back off to sleep after a few minutes of listening to her heavy breathing.
when he awoke again, he realized he was alone. the sheets were still warm where she had been laying so he hadn’t been alone for long, he concluded. the door to her bedroom was slightly open, allowing the morning sunlight to stream in. as if on cue, her shape darkened the door and pushed it open more. 
“oh, good, you’re awake,” she said, still sounding slightly tired. 
“just barely. whatcha got there?”
“iced coffee,” she passed him a cup as she sat on the bed. 
“doll, there’s no ice in this,” he chuckled.
“okay, so it’s cold coffee,” she laughed. “you don’t get hot coffee cause that’s scarlett’s and she might disown you for drinking it without asking.”
“that’s fair. she’s so touchy,” he said as he took a drink of the coffee.
“truly,” she said as she brought the blanket over her legs again.
“is she home?”
y/n looked over at him with raised eyebrows. “what do you think?”
“good for her,” he mused, earning him another laugh. “so what’s the plan for today?”
“well, it was wallow in self-pity but i guess that’s canceled.”
“definitely canceled.”
“so nothing planned unless you want to be bored while i knock out some homework.”
“oh, i’m sure i could find something to keep me occupied,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to lightly shove him. “can i play your xbox?”
“that i will allow,” she said, passing him the controller. “only if you try dragon age though.”
“deal. you do your homework, i’ll age some dragons.”
“that’s not-” he shot her a look that told her he knew and she nodded with a smile. 
a few hours passed of her reading over articles and typing god knows what at the speed of sound. he opted to start with the first dragon age game in the series, a game that he realized came out in 2009 and looked like it. but after getting some tips from her on character creation, he played while she worked. 
eventually, she shut her laptop and set it on the side table and threw her backpack back to the floor before slumping against the pillows in exhaustion. 
“you know,” he said, saving the game and exiting. “you look really hot while you work.”
she shot him a look that told him he was being dumb.
“i’m dead serious. especially when you pulled your hair up to get it out of your way, peak sexy academic.”
“you’re so weird,” she said, shaking her head, amused. 
“and yet,” he said leaning over her. “not wrong,” he moved a stray piece of hair that had escaped her bun. 
there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door, “lovebirds, are you decent?” scarlett’s voice sing-songed through the wood.
noah groaned and sat back against the pillows as y/n answered in the affirmative. scarlett sauntered in, freshly showered and wearing different clothes from the night before.
“when did you get home?” y/n asked, patting the space in front of her on the bed. 
“like an hour ago. wanted to be clean before i told you about my escapades.”
“should i leave?” noah asked. 
“depends on a couple of factors, my dear noah,” scarlett answered. “one, has anyone in this house eaten lunch? and two, do you want to hear of the sex life of your closest lesbian friend?”
“one, no. and two, i don’t even want to hear of the sex life of my closest straight male friend,” he answered. “i’ll go get us food after i get dressed.”
“i thought you said you were decent,” she shot an accusing glance at her friend. 
“i have shorts on,” he confirmed by standing up from the bed. he grabbed a shirt from the bag by the bed and slipped it on over his head. “what do you want to eat?”
“olive garden,” y/n said with a smirk.
“i only do olive garden in the restaurant,” he chided.
“for the soup, ya know,” scarlett explained to y/n as though she didn’t already know.
“right.”
“something close,” y/n said thoughtfully, not wanting him to have to drive all over town to find something.
“honestly, taco bell sounds good,” scarlett said.
“taco bell always sounds good,” y/n said.
“text me what you want,” noah said to scarlett, leaning over the bed to give y/n a quick kiss.
“ew, pda,” scarlett jokingly said.
“pda?” y/n started. “we’re in my bedroom.”
“you win this time. why don’t you need y/n to text you her order?”
“he has a list,” y/n looked up at him standing by the door with a smile. he shot her a wink and took off toward the restaurant. 
he heard scarlett yell down the hall, “he should have one for me too!”
he didn’t know exactly what the two were talking about as he drove the approximately 10 minutes to the closest taco bell. he ordered in the drive-through and waited in line and all the while he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. once the food was secured, he drove the 10 minutes back to the house.
the girls had relocated to the living room and were trying to decide what to watch when he walked in and kicked his shoes off. he sat the bag of food and drinks down on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch next to y/n. 
“noah,” scarlett started. “tell her we can’t watch our show with you because it’s a) ours and b) you would be lost.”
“i’m not getting in the middle of this,” he said as he handed y/n her drink.
“fine,” she drawled out, taking a drink from the soda. “then since i have the remote, i’m picking avatar: the last airbender and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“since when am i not okay with avatar: the last airbender?”
“the movie.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“i would.”
noah decided now was the time to step in. “doll, you know that movie was garbage.”
“yeah, but it has jackson rathbone in it,” she countered.
“who?”
“jasper from twilight? guy with dissociative identity disorder on an episode of criminal minds?” scarlett supplied.
“the one who looks constipated?”
“that’s the one. she has a very miniscule celebrity crush on him,” scarlett confirmed, dodging a pillow that came flying toward her.
“i thought i was your celebrity crush?” playfully upset. he was secure enough in himself to not be completely jealous of people she’d never met.
“a girl is entitled to multiple celebrity crushes,” scarlett said, defending her friend.
“oh look, it’s not streaming. you’re saved again,” y/n said, ignoring the two of them talking about her crushes. “cartoon it is.”
the three of them ate and watched the show in relative peace. after they had finished eating, noah moved so his head was in y/n’s lap and she stroked his hair as they watched. it was peaceful until scarlett’s phone started ringing. 
“do you want me to pause it?” y/n asked as her friend stood to take the call in another room.
“nah,” scarlett answered before walking to her room.
“multiple celebrity crushes, huh?”
“a couple.”
“who?”
“none ya,” she said, poking his nose.
“fine, keep your secrets,” he stuck his tongue out at her. 
“does it actually bother you?” she asked after a moment.
“no, doll. it doesn’t. they don’t have you, i do, and” he tilted his head to make sure scarlett wasn’t coming back down the hall. “they don’t know the face you make when you come.”
her eyes widened and blush rushed across her face. she smacked him on the chest. “noah,” she whisper-yelled. 
“just sayin’,” he said, turning a triumphant look back at the tv. 
another full episode later, scarlett emerged from her room, dressed in scrubs.
“where you going?” noah asked as he watched her slip her shoes on. “it’s family time.”
“sorry, dad. a damsel in distress needs me,” scarlett winked. 
“she means work,” y/n translated. “you’re supposed to be on days off.”
“yeah, well,” scarlett started. “at least it’s overtime pay. i’ll be able to take you on a nice date soon, my love.”
y/n rolled her eyes. “try not to catch anything.”
“no promises. love you two. no fucking on the couch,” she said as she shut the door.
“you two will be the death of me,” y/n said, covering her face in her hands. 
“at least when i said it, we were alone,” noah defended himself.
“true,” she sighed, turning her attention back to the tv. 
“hey,” he sat up and faced her. “you okay?”
“i’m just tired,” she said, giving him a small smile.
“doll,” he warned. 
“i am tired. but i’m also upset because she’s been working a lot of overtime. yesterday was her first true day off in like two weeks.”
“fuck,” he said. “no wonder you were so worried about her getting to go out.”
she nodded. “can we take a nap?”
“if that’s what you want.”
“i think so. if you’re not tired, you can continue saving ferelden.”
“you’re so cute when you say nonsense words,” he said, standing and pulling her up. he kissed her quickly before gathering their trash from lunch. 
“it’s the country you’re in in dragon age: origins! it’s not nonsense!” she said, incredulously. 
“i know, doll. i’m fucking with you,” he shook his head as walked to the kitchen. 
“rude,” he heard as she started toward her room.
when he finally made it to her room, he closed the door and climbed in bed beside her. she was scrolling on tiktok, laughing. he just watched her, smiling fondly. 
“hey, look, it’s you,” she said, showing him the screen of her phone. sure enough it was him performing.
“it is me,” he said, nodding. “and that’s folio. and ruffilo, and jolly.”
“jerk,” she said, laughing. 
she put her phone on the side table and turned to look at him.
“no, no,” he said.
“what?”
“last time you looked at me like that, you didn’t sleep.”
“i’m not looking at you like anything!” she said defensively.
“sure,” he said, trying to hide his smile. “so if i do this,” he kissed her forehead. “or this,” her nose. “or this,” her lips. “you’ll still sleep?” he said against her lips.
“yep,” she said, her eyes closed from the contact. 
“what if i don’t want you to?”
“then i guess you’re s.o.l.,” she said, suddenly turning around.
“baby,” he said, pulling her back to his chest.
“hmm?” is all that came out of her.
“look at me,” he coaxed.
she turned her head and looked at him.
“such a good girl,” he whispered, capturing her lips in his again. she sighed into him, starting to angle her body back towards him.
he let her move so her back was to the bed and he was hovering over her, much like the night before. he kissed her deeply, parting her mouth so his tongue could take up residence. their tongues fought for dominance, this time she did not give in so easy. she licked the roof of his mouth and he moaned at the feeling. her hands were roaming up and down his covered chest before she moved her hands under his shirt. he shivered at the feeling of her hands on his bare chest. 
“god,” he breathed. “i love your hands on me.” he kissed down her neck and sucked on the hollow spot at the base, causing her to moan out his name. “i love the way my name sounds on your lips,” his hands were making their way under her shirt. “i love when you wear my clothes.” he let his hand roam her torso, “i love what’s under them.”
he pushed the bottom hem of the shirt up, revealing her stomach and then her breasts. he kissed the valley between her them before bringing one into his mouth. her breathing became more rapid as he sucked on the skin and nibbled lightly on each nipple. he kissed down her stomach and stopped at the waistband of her shorts, looking up at her through his lashes. 
“baby,” he started. “please, can i taste you?” he’d never been so desperate in his life.
“are you sure?” she asked.
“i am more than sure. i’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” he nipped at the skin by her waistband, causing her to shudder. “but i’ll only do it if you’re okay with it. i’m never gonna do anything you’re not okay with.”
“i’ve just never..i mean i’ve read about it but..” she trailed off. 
“remind me to have you tell me more about what you read later,” he said, still looking up at her from between her legs. 
“oh, no. that’s between me and my bookshelves.”
he chuckled darkly, “guess i’m gonna start reading.”
her eyes widened, “that’s okay. you really don’t have to.”
“oh, i think i do,” he kissed the hollow spot on her hip. “but right now, i want-no, i need to taste you.”
“okay,” she breathed.
“don’t just agree to make me happy, baby.”
“i’m not. it’s okay.”
he hooked his fingers in her waistband and pulled her shorts and underwear down together until she was bare to him. he leaned back down and hooked one of her thighs over his shoulder, giving him better access. he kissed her inner thigh until his mouth met her core. he licked a stripe up her folds, stopping to circle her clit. he moved his tongue to her hole and started his ministrations, nose nudging her clit with every move he made. 
her fingers wove through his hair, tugging at the roots, causing him to moan into her. the moan sent vibrations through her, causing her to moan as well. her breathing was picking up as she felt his tongue working her into oblivion. 
he replaced his tongue inside her with a finger and continued to suck and kiss at her clit. the onslaught of both his finger and tongue was almost too much for her. “god,” she breathed out.
“my name is good enough, baby,” he said, only stopping for a moment, the quip earning him a smack on the head, causing him to chuckle. 
he went back to his work, inserting a second finger and continuing his attack on her clit with his tongue. 
it came like a sneak attack, his name fell from her mouth like a prayer. 
“that’s it, baby, let go,” he continued to lap up the juices flowing out of her, not wanting to waste a drop.
when he came back up, his lips and chin were glistening with her release and he wore the biggest smile she’d seen on him in a while. he rested his chin on her stomach and looked up at her. “next time, i’m having you sit on my face,” he said matter-of-fact.
she laughed.
“i’m dead serious, doll. i want to drown in you, difficult to do that when gravity’s working against me.”
he slid up her body, coming face-to-face with her. he rubbed his nose against hers. “do you want to taste yourself?”
she nodded, a blush creeping up her face.
“you’re so cute. you’re practically completely naked under me and you’re embarrassed about this,” this caused her to smack his arm, which caused him to laugh before kissing her fully on the mouth. 
he moaned as her tongue immediately darted into his mouth. he felt her hands tugging at his shirt and quickly discarded it before reattaching himself to her.
“noah,” she breathed as she pulled back.
“hmm?” he asked as he attached himself to her throat.
“teach me how to make you feel good.”
“fuck,” he groaned before looking at her in the eye. “you don’t have to,” he said.
“you promised,” she reminded him.
“you’re right, i did.”
he slid off her, pulling her up by her arms, the shirt she was wearing dropping to cover her once more. he started to pull his shorts down and noticed she was looking away and chuckled. when he was sufficiently disrobed, he turned her head to look at him in the face, kissing her deeply. “are you sure?” he asked when he pulled back.
she nodded.
“we’re gonna have to get you used to using your words, baby.”
“i’m sure,” she said in answer.
he pulled her hands to his chest, palm down, wanting to start her in familiar territory. he ran one of her hands slowly down his chest, stopping at the dip in his hip. “last chance. you can back away and everything will be okay,” he said, looking directly at her.
“i’m not backing away from you,” she said, looking directly back.
he nodded and continued moving her hand toward his length. both of their breaths hitched when she grasped him. he moved her wrist at the pace he liked and let go, letting her take over. his breathing was becoming shallower as she continued. “just like that, baby. look at you, such a good girl.”
she kissed his chest as her hand pumped him. he held her head to his chest and kissed the top of her head. “i’m close, baby,” he whispered into her hair. 
she stopped her movements and he let out a small whine when she removed her hand from him. he looked at her in confusion as she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed.
“sit down, dammit,” she said. he obeyed, wanting to see where this was going.
he groaned at the sight when her knees hit the floor in front of him. her hands spread on his thighs as she confidently brought her mouth to him. her tongue licked up his length before she took him in her mouth. she took as much of him in her mouth as she could, until he felt the back of her throat, causing him to moan. his hands went to her hair and his fingers wove themselves in it. he gently bucked into her as she bobbed her head up and down. he knew he wasn’t going to last long, his release right on the precipice. 
“baby,” he breathed. “y/n,” this time it was her name falling from his lips. 
she didn’t pull away and instead used one of her hands to pump the rest of his length that didn’t fit in her mouth. when he came, she let it fill her mouth before swallowing.
“where did that come from?” he asked as she pulled back from him.
“i told you, i read a lot,” she said.
“i’m really gonna have to start reading,” he said, more to himself.
“come here,” he said to her. 
she stood and let him pull her to him, his hands going to the back of her thighs. “sit dammit,” he mirrored her words from earlier.
she sat, knees on either side of his hips. her drenched core hovering over his length, that was already starting to harden again. he pulled her lips to his, tasting himself on them as he deepened the kiss. he fell to his back, legs still over the side of the bed, her hovering over him now. her hair formed a curtain around their heads. 
“y/n,” he said softly, placing a hand on her cheek. “i love you. i love you so much.”
“i love you, noah. more than words can say,” there were tears forming in her eyes. 
“c’mon, doll. let’s get you cleaned up,” he slowly sat them up and stood, carrying her. 
he sat her on the closed toilet before turning to the shower knobs. “stay with me,” she said, softly.
“if i do that, you can’t commune with satan in your lava,” he said, causing her to laugh.
“that’s fine. don’t wanna talk to him anyway.”
when the temperature was just right, he helped her pull her shirt over her head and stepped in the shower behind her. 
“you know,” she started. “the shower feels bigger when i’m alone.”
“i can leave,” he said, starting to pull the curtain back in jest. 
“don’t you dare.”
after they washed, they walked back into her room and got dressed. he started stripping her sheets as she dug for clean ones in the chest at the foot of her bed. 
he smiled to himself as he threw the soiled sheets in the washer and walked back to see her struggling with the fitted sheet. 
“the bed is a rectangle, but the sheet is a square,” she said, grumpily.
“i think it’s more like an oval,” he said, thoughtfully.
“not helpful,” she huffed as she found the corner.
after the bed was made again, they climbed into their spots. “i think you earned your nap,” he said.
“oh, was that tax for napping?”
“100%.”
“i’ll remember that.”
after a few moments he said, “tell me the author who taught you how to give head. i owe them a thank you note.”
she shook her head. “bold of you to assume it’s just one author.”
“bold of you to assume i won’t write multiple personalized notes.”
turning more serious, “it was okay, then?”
“okay? you think it was just okay?”
“i don’t know, i mean it was my first time.”
“trust me, doll, it was great. especially for a first time.”
she smiled.
“oh, she does like praise, doesn’t she?” he quipped.
“she likes peace and quiet too,” she countered, laying with her back to him, still smiling.
he brought her to him, kissed the back of her head, and held her tightly. 
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The Relationship Experience - prologue
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read this first - the boyfriend experience
Tugging at the chain around your neck, rationality setting in, you texted Rooster furiously fast. “Bradley N. Bradshaw… your dog tags are right here where you left them,” you said as you typed, hopefully getting his attention before he got too far away, or at least seeing your text before he reported. 
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Fuck, he texted back simply. That wasn’t good, you realised.
You debated waiting for him outside a few minutes, knowing he couldn’t be far but thankfully, Rooster came back into view just as you gave him his last 10 seconds. Your heart raced just upon seeing his dreamy face again. Let it be known, he’d only left 5-10 minutes earlier, your lips were still swollen and still feeling the tingling after effects of his slick tongue, teeth and full, perfect lips. His velvet jacket draped over his shoulder with just as much swagger as he had when he approached you last night at the wedding – watching him walk was going to be a problem, you realised. Did he always walk so sexy? Apparently, the world really is a runway for Bradley N. Bradshaw. 
“Was this your ploy? To get me back here…” he bit back a smile as he was in front of you again. You shook your head, a shy smile unable to be held back.
“Can’t think coherently, wish I could say I had the brain capacity to plan this,” you admitted as he chuckled quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare be sorry,” he reassured you, swallowing hard. “Gee, they look good on you,” his voice dropped and his hands pressed into your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as you inhaled sharply.
Skin ignited by currents he was generating, you asked, “What does the N stand for?” 
“Curiosity killed the cat,” his lip quirked, lowered his face to yours and you slipped his dog tags over his head, but didn’t let go of the chain. His warm hazel eyes caught yours. “What do you think it stands for?” he breathed, watching you intently.
Pursing your lips, you pondered, “Noah.” Sweet, yes?
He shook his head, humming a no.
Pondering, you tried, “Neal?” But it seemed all kinds of wrong even as it rolled off your tongue.
“Ew,” he made a face, his palms sliding to your ribcage, lightly tracing the bones under the pads of his long fingers. “Last guess. Better make it a good one,” he warned softly, his tired rasp just… just doing things. Bad, naughty things to your already overstimulated brain. Gee, if this was a dream you did not want to wake up.
“Nathan…” your voice trailed off and watched his face direct you towards another no and you quickly added, “iel?”
“Nathaniel,” he chuckled. “No again. You’re not very good at this game, sweet girl,” he said quietly.
“Then humour me,” you demanded, clutching at the tags, dragging him that desperate inch closer, noses almost touching. “There are lots of names beginning with N, Rooster.”
He relented, amused with your frustration. “Nicholas,” he said low.
“Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw,” you said softly, breath-catching. “Cute.” It suited him and was sung off your lips. You liked saying it. “Nicholas,” you said again, burning into your brain so you’d never forget it. 
“Nicholas was Dad’s name,” he continued.
“Oh,” you didn’t realise and your gaze softened. 
“And there you have it. I’m all outta mystery,” he blinked, licking his lips. You were desperate to have him kiss you again. You gave each other bashful grins and fell into a slightly weird silence. He was so fucking handsome, how had you been so blind that this man was in front of you? Looking this fine, smelling this good… and wanting you just as badly.
That part was the hardest part to grasp.
“I bet there is still a little more mystery,” you finally challenged back.
Leaning forward, he sighed, kissing you again, just so gentle and sweet, knowing that if he started, he wouldn’t know how to stop this time. “You’re right… there’s more. You got plenty of time to find out,” he collected the chain from your delicate fingers. He winked and turned heel, leaving you a mess after his last kiss. And just like that, he was gone.
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onboardsorasora · 4 months
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I was re reading that Drabble of Maxiel’s Baby and I don’t about you but I think Noah should have a sibiling hahaha
Oh Bestie you just know the words to derail my brain don't you?? Of course I couldn't just....not think about it lol I banged this one out, I have not reread it so I hope its ok lmao
This is set in the universe of this birthday party and this drabble
Daniel had giggled when he pressed ‘post’ on the photoset, the picture of him napping front and centre. He hadn’t been joking when he said Vegas was exhausting– the completely odd hours, the long wait during free practices. It had been a lot of events crammed into a very short space of time. 
Daniel had just thought he was being old and cranky with how tired he was. He’d declined every invite to go party, kissed Max’s pouting lips and sagged with relief in their hotel suite. It wasn’t until he saw the videos of Lewis and Fernando having a blast that he thought maybe he shouldn’t have been as tired as he was. 
It didn’t too matter– he’d been delirious that one Friday and when Pyry had suggested power naps to combat the exhaustion, Daniel had happily closed his eyes and slipped his head on Blake’s unwilling shoulder.
Now as the fireworks went off in Abu Dhabi to usher in the end of the season, Daniel idly knew Max was on his way from one media pen to another– doing double duty as race winner and champ. Daniel would wait for him in their room. Once he finished his commitments here at the track, he’d collect Noah from Geri (no doubt his presence was already triggering the ole ‘we should have another’ conversation between the Horners). And then they would go to take a nap in the big bed while they waited for Papa.
Or that would be the plan, if he could ever stop puking his intestines up.
He’d been in there for just under fifteen minutes already. Because that's about as long as the fireworks show in AD normally lasts. Blake was outside the door, he’d knocked a few times and Daniel had answered with groans. He knew if he didn’t answer with human words soon, Blake was going to call Max. 
When he felt vaguely human again– this took give or take another ten minutes– Daniel flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out in the sink. He felt rung out, even more dehydrated than at the end of the race. His face was pale and splotchy, yeah he looked sick as fuck. There would be no hiding it. 
With a shaking hand, he unlocked the door. Blake stood by, along with Pyry and Franz. The three of them looked alarmed at his pallor. There was a flurry of movement and before Daniel knew it, he was in his driver’s room and a nurse was taking his blood pressure. 
“Guys, I’m fine. Probably like just a bit dehydrated or something.” Daniel mumbled, they were being complete mother hens and they needed to quit before someone got the dumb idea of pulling Max from his media commitments.
“Nah mate, this is more than just dehydration.” Blake mumbled, he looked as worried as when Daniel had broken his hand. Of course, this wasn’t anything like that.
“You’ve been really tired lately–” Pyry started.
“Yeah– Vegas was shit. Everyone was tired.” Daniel cut in.
“But you were like….way more tired.” Blake mumbled, Daniel rolled his eyes. “Danny, you were napping everywhere. Like literally everyone has pictures of you sleeping. It's like ‘where's lando’ all over again.” Blake threw his arms up in exasperation.
“I’m fine.” Daniel insisted. “Maybe my iron’s low or something.”
They all bickered (much to Franz’s amusement) and pretty much ignored the nurse as she jotted down his vitals and then started scrolling through an ipad.
“Daniel, you gave your updated blood sample this weekend, correct?” The nurse asked and Daniel nodded, eyes wide from being cut off from whatever childish retort he was going to give Blake. He had stopped by the medical bay Thursday morning like they had asked. He’d given a new sample in Austin, when they cleared him to race. But in Vegas, Blake had received an email asking for a new sample. They didn’t think anything of it, this happened all the time. 
The nurse scrolled on her ipad again and bit her lip, before looking at all the people in the room staring back at her. 
“Was there something wrong with that sample too?” Daniel asked, trying to lead her into telling them what she found. Her reaction wasn’t good. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either.
“Uhm, maybe some privacy?” She asked, her voice tight.
“No it's fine” he sighed, they’d all hear about it– whatever it is. Blake was his manager, Pyry was his interim trainer. Franz was his boss, well ex boss. All people who needed to know details about his health and wellbeing.
“Well, um.” She bit her lip and seemed very uncomfortable. Daniel sighed, preparing for the worst. “Congratulations? You're pregnant.” the nurse winced awkwardly. Daniel’s eyes widened comically. Blake’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh shit!”
All eyes turned to the door to see Max’s surprised form with his arm up poised to knock on the door. His wide blue eyes found Daniel’s and the largest grin cracked open his face. Franz clapped Max on the shoulder and ushered the poor nurse out of the room. Pyry shuffled Blake out and closed the door behind them.
“Noah’s gonna be a big brother?” Max whispered and Daniel smiled wetly. Max sat on the couch beside him and collected Daniel into his arms. 
“I’m pregnant?” Daniel whispered in awe as bits and pieces of the last few weeks started to make sense. “I guess I should lay off the red bulls for now, huh?”
“Yeah. We, of course, don’t want the baby coming out with fucking wings as advertised.” Max giggled and Daniel snorted into his shoulder. Daniel clung to him a bit longer before easing back and staring into wet blue eyes.
“You’re gonna be a Papa again.”
Max surged forward and kissed him. He was so happy.
Of course, this changed a lot of things. There were many contracts that now needed to be broken, many clauses rewritten. A new baby changed so many things. But that was for the future; the Max and Daniel of tomorrow. 
For now, they were going to bask in the knowledge that they were expecting. Then they would go into the garage where, no doubt, all of Alpha Tauri already know– because Franz was a huge gossip queen. And then after accepting all of their congratulations, they would go to the Red Bull garage where, of course, Helmut has already told Christian and all the guys there because Hemult was nothing if not Franz’s partner in crime.
Tonight they will enjoy it. They will take their son home and cuddle him in bed. Tomorrow they can start the planning. 
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metalnecklace · 9 months
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Forgive My Northern Attitude
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Words: 6298
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Minor Character Death, Smut, Unprotected Sex (p in v, wrap it up folks), Oral (f receiving)
Notes: Here’s a little something I wrote today to take a break from my Javi fic! I have a part two already planned but won’t get to it for a little while (who knows, though. This just happened on a whim). Title is inspired by Northern Attitude by Noah Kahan, he is also who inspired my other fic title. I was just listening to the song and this entire fic mapped itself out in my head.
Summary: Joel is a man of few words, with only so much room in his heart.
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Part II
2003
Six thirty. It was six thirty and he was late.
I was exhausted, the sun was too much for me that day, and Joel was supposed to pick up his truck half an hour ago.
When I was about to reach for the phone to give him a call I heard the telltale rumble of Tommy’s truck. I rolled my eyes and walked out to the parking lot, waving my hand in front of my face to clear the dust his tires kicked up as Tommy rolled down the window of his truck.
“Hey there, darlin’,” he drawled as Joel got out of the passenger side. “How are you this fine evening?”
“I’d be much better if you assholes weren’t late!” I scolded, but the smile on my face betrayed my annoyance.
Joel sauntered over and clapped me on the shoulder. “Sorry, (Y/N). The job didn’t go as planned today, is all.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I continued to fake my frustration with the older man in front of me. “Just don’t let it happen again. You know I got a longer drive home than you.”
Joel laughed, and Tommy piped up, “that’s your own fault for wanting to live, how did you put it? ‘Among nature’?”
“Oh, screw off, Tommy!” I called out. “Beats living anywhere near your ass!”
I ignored anymore comments from Tommy and held Joel’s keys up for him to take. “How’s it runnin’ now?”
I shrugged. “Pretty smooth. I changed out the right front calipers and rebalanced the tires. Should feel good as new. If only it smelled like it.”
He smiled at me, my heart stuttering. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” I smiled back.
Tommy got out of his truck, fed up with us ignoring him. “How’s Freddy doing?”
My older brother, Freddy, was how I met Joel and Tommy. They had worked together for years after him and Tommy fought together. The three of them were quite close, and when Tommy’s truck broke down one day Freddy suggested they take it to me, a new up and coming mechanic in the town. I had just started my own business and although most men were too ashamed to bring their vehicles in for a woman to fix them, Joel and Tommy didn’t give a shit. It didn’t hurt that Joel was easy on the eyes, too.
The four of us had continued to grow closer through barbecues, broken down trucks, baked goods, and especially when Freddy was diagnosed with lung cancer a year ago. I had moved him in with me so he was surrounded by fresh air and nature, and we took turns taking care of him when he needed it. Trips to the hospital, company on rainy days, walks when he felt up to it. Joel and Tommy were just as patient with him and his recovery as I was, if not more.
“Not too bad. He’s quite tired these days with the chemo, but he stays pretty hopeful!” I took a clean rag out of my back pocket and used it to wipe the sweat from the back of my neck. “I was actually wondering if you guys would like to come over for a barbecue this weekend. Freddy would love to see you.”
“That’d be great! We can do a belated birthday celebration!” Tommy exclaimed, clapping Joel on the back which caused him to roll his eyes.
I laughed at Joel’s exasperation. “That’s right. Any plans for the big day tomorrow?”
Joel shook his head, shooting his brother a glare. “Nah, I gotta work. Sarah wants to do something but you know how it is.”
“Sure do,” I said. “Well, we’ll have to celebrate more this weekend, then.”
We said our goodbyes and the boys left me to close up the shop. The thirty minute drive home was peaceful, my broken radio leaving me in a nice silence until I pulled into my driveway. My house was modest, a bungalow which was perfect for Freddy’s energy levels, but I had moved mostly for the scenery. There was something about being surrounded by trees that made me feel at peace.
Freddy was washing up a few dishes when I walked in. The house smelled strongly of fresh bread and my mouth watered immediately upon entry. Because of long hours of rest, Freddy had started baking to pass the time. He found it was low enough energy, plus he got a treat out of it when his appetite allowed.
“Wow, that smells amazing,” I sighed, following the smell to the oven.
“Don’t you dare touch a thing!” He turned, catching me before I could open the oven. “They’re still rising and I do not want you messing them up. If you’re lucky I’ll make you a sandwich for work in the morning.”
I rolled my eyes, a smile on my lips. “Thanks, Freddy. How’re you feeling?”
He turned back the sink and let the water drain out before shrugging. “Same old. Okay, not great.”
Freddy was four years older than me, and four years younger than Joel. Him and Tommy were the middle tether in our group, and they were the heart too. Even when Freddy wasn’t feeling his best he tried his hardest not to show it. I knew him well enough, though.
“Why don’t we put on a movie? I’ll go shower while you pick,” I offered, hoping he didn’t realize I just didn’t want him exerting too much energy.
He just nodded and turned to the living room. I caught the way his eyes were glassy but said nothing.
By the time I finished showering Freddy had fallen asleep on the couch. He had chosen a movie I hadn’t even heard of before, the title screen frozen on our television, but I didn’t want to wake him. I laid a blanket over him, tucking it around his frail shoulders, and went into the kitchen to find something to eat. I opened the fridge but after staring blankly at the leftovers inside I decided to just call it a night.
The next morning was a rush. I had slept through my alarm and was running late. Freddy was in his bed sleeping away so I left a note telling him I’d be back in time for supper. On the way to work I realized that I had forgotten to make myself a sandwich with Freddy’s fresh bread, and grumbled to myself about how stupid I was for the rest of the drive.
When I got to my work I saw Joel’s truck parked in the driveway. I marched over and opened up the back door, finding the key tucked away under the floor mat, and got into the front. A post-it note was stuck onto the middle of the steering wheel with his chicken scratch scrawled onto it.
Check engine light came on halfway home, figured you’d want to look at it.
I groaned and thumped my head against the horn, causing it to let out a pathetic beep.
The rest of the day went by smoothly, and I was true to my word, arriving home in time for supper. Freddy was in good spirits, and had spent his day making mashed potatoes, roasted carrots, and chicken. We had run out of flour when he was making bread so he couldn’t make the gravy he had wanted to, but I reassured him his cooking was amazing no matter what.
We watched the movie we had planned to watch the night before, both of us surprisingly staying awake for it, and then got ready for bed. The phone rang as I finished brushing my teeth and I raced to the kitchen to get it before it stopped.
“(Y/N)?” Joel said before I could even say hello.
“Hey. What’s wrong, Joel?” I asked, leaning against the counter top.
“Are you and Freddy okay?” He sounded out of breath.
“Of course. What’s going on?” My brows were furrowed, which Freddy noticed when he walked into the kitchen. He was eating a sandwich with the leftover chicken.
“Listen to me very carefully.” His voice was shaky, but firm. I held on to every word. “Stay inside. Lock every door and window. Get into your basement if you can, into the room with no windows. Tommy and I are getting Sarah out of the city, then we’ll be back for you and Freddy, okay? If we aren’t back by this time tomorrow night then you need to get yourselves out. Got it?”
“Joel, what’s goin-“
“Got it?!” He growled.
“Yes, yes I got it.” The phone trembled in my hand.
“Good.”
Then he was gone.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Freddy asked.
I hung up the phone. “We need to get to the basement. Now.”
Freddy made his way to the basement while I ran around locking up the house. I also made sure to grab a backpack with a few extra clothes and toiletries just in case we’d be down there longer.
When I got to the basement I locked us into the one guest room we had. It was an unfinished room, with no windows, which made me feel grateful that there were usually no guests to stay in the room. Joel never stayed over because he didn’t want to leave Sarah alone, and Tommy usually passed out on the couch.
I looked at Freddy who was sitting on the unmade bed in the corner of the room. He was still eating his sandwich. I raised my eyebrow at him.
“What? I never have an appetite with the chemo, you know that.” He took a bite and proceeded to talk with his mouth full of bread. “I gotta take advantage when I’m actually hungry.”
I rolled my eyes and set my bag on the ground. “Whatever you say, Fred. You should get some sleep when you’re done, I don’t think I’ll be able to. Plus you need it.”
“Yeah, yeah, mom.” He grumbled, taking the last bite of his food. “You know, you should really start taking care of yourself the way you take care of me.”
My head snapped up as I focused on him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You work yourself to the bone, you never let yourself have a break, or any fun.” He laid down and grabbed a blanket that was folded up at the bottom of the bed to cover himself up with.
“Of course I work hard, I have to pay the bills, you know.” I felt bad as soon as the words left my mouth. I didn’t want him to feel like a burden, and never spoke about the cost of his treatment. I continued talking to get past it. “And I do have fun!”
He rolled his head to face me. “When?”
I thought for a moment. “Well… our barbecue is this weekend, that’ll be fun.”
“That brings me to my next point.” He continued on. “When are you ever gonna make a move on that man?”
My heart stopped. “What man?”
He snorted. “You know very well what man. I see the way you look at him, and he looks at you a little too often for my liking.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s not interested,” I slid down the wall I had been standing against so I could sit down. “And he works so hard taking care of Sarah, I know that’s his first priority. I could never do anything to screw that up.”
He shook his head and turned so his back was facing me. “Whatever you say, (Y/N).”
I chuckled. “Good night, Freddy. Love you.”
“Love you too, (Y/N). Wake me if anything happens.”
As Freddy drifted off to sleep I found myself drifting off into my own dream world. My thoughts wandered to Joel, and I kept myself busy thinking about what life would be like if I allowed myself to indulge in this fantasy Freddy seemed to want me to.
My aching neck brought me out of my thoughts enough for me to realize I had fallen asleep. Freddy still laid on the bed, and I was still in my position on the floor but slumped over. I slowly stood up, stretching out my aching back and legs, then shivered. The basement had gotten cool in the night and my thin pajamas weren’t enough. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a hoodie and jeans and changed, then decided to throw on the sneakers I had grabbed last minute too. I wasn’t sure exactly what Joel had been talking about, but I guessed I should get ready for anything.
I cracked open the door and noticed the sun had started rising outside. My stiff back and the new light confirmed that I had actually slept for quite a while. I turned to look at Freddy only to find him already turned over looking at me.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” I greeted. “Joel and Tommy aren’t here yet, hopefully soon.”
I looked back out, but when I didn’t hear a response from Freddy I turned back to him. He was still looking at me, but his eyes seemed different. I couldn’t tell if there was something wrong or if it was just from the dim light of the lamp we had on in the corner of the room.
“Freddy?” I stepped closer. “You okay?”
He moaned, his mouth opening at a weird angle, then his body twitched under the blankets. I jumped back.
“Freddy, what the fuck?!” I pushed the door open so I could keep putting space between us.
He leapt out of the bed faster than I had seen him move since before he got sick. I bolted for the door to the stairs and got out just before he got to me. I slammed the door and locked it, racing up the stairs as fast as I could while the door was getting smashed to pieces behind me.
I got up to the kitchen and paused, panting, trying to get my brain to stop spinning just enough to come up with a plan. My heart was pounding almost too loud to hear the door get obliterated as Freddy finally busted out. I ran to the stairs leading up to my room and climbed them as fast as I could. I was almost to the top when I was grabbed from behind and thrown down to the bottom. My head hit the floor hard enough to cause my vision to spin for a moment before settling on Freddy at the top of the stairs.
I didn’t recognize the thing that used to be my brother. My entire body ached and was frozen in fear as he came down the stairs and hovered over me. He screamed and moved toward me just as the front door was kicked in. The sound of a gunshot rang through my ears and I watched as Freddy’s blood splattered against the wall beside us. I turned to see Joel holding the gun, blood covering his hands, arms, torso, and face, as he stalked toward Freddy, who was still standing somehow and screaming at Joel.
Tommy rushed in and ran to my side, helping me off the floor. I limped beside him as he pulled me toward the front door. Before we left completely I turned to Joel.
“(Y/N)!” Tommy called.
“No!” I screamed at the same time as Joel pulled the trigger.
I watched as Freddy’s face was completely blown off and painted across the wall behind him. His body fell limp, and thudded onto the wood flooring. Tommy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me out of the house as I screamed and cried. My ears were ringing so hard I couldn’t even hear myself.
Joel turned around to face me, and the grief that was held in his eyes was enough for me to go limp in Tommy’s arms as he dragged me out to a car that they had running in the driveway.
“Tommy,” I managed to get out through my tears. “Tommy, who’s blood is that? On Joel? Who’s blood is that, Tommy?”
He helped me into the backseat, refusing to make eye contact.
I shook my head. “No, no, no, not hers. It can’t be.”
Tommy looked up at me, and I saw the answer in his face.
2004
“Joel?”
Tommy was still sound asleep in the passenger seat of our broken down truck, but I had been awoken from where I had been sleeping in the backseat by someone crying. The driver's seat, which had been occupied by Joel, was empty.
I opened the door and shuffled out quietly so I wouldn’t wake Tommy. My legs bent so I was lower to the ground just in case we weren’t alone, but a quick check around helped me see we were. I stood to my full height and searched for Joel.
Another sob broke through the night and I followed the sound to the edge of the woods. There, sitting against the trunk of a tree just out of sight from the truck, was Joel. He was hunched over himself, with his arms wrapped around his legs and his head hung down. His shoulders shook with the force of his tears, and all I wanted to do in that moment was wrap myself around him and protect him from the world.
“Joel?” I whispered, trying not to startle him.
He lifted his head and turned to face me. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and he looked exhausted.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered, his voice absolutely wrecked. “I didn’t wake you did I?”
I shook my head. “No, you didn’t. I was already awake,” I lied. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I wasn’t the only one lying. “Just couldn’t sleep.”
I gestured to the spot on the ground, asking silent permission, and he nodded. It felt nice to sit next to him, his body warm compared to the hard earth underneath us. We sat for a moment in silence, though it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“I can’t stop seein’ her in my arms,” he said so softly into the night. “I close my eyes and it’s like a horror movie, this nightmare permanently playing behind my eyelids.”
“I know what you mean.” Joel and Tommy dealt with my nightmares for months, and even after they still knew to wake me before the screaming started in case I gave us away.
I leaned over and rested my head on Joel’s shoulder, and he rested his head on top of mine. I placed my hand on his knee, causing him to stiffen for a moment. Because of his reaction I pulled my hand away, only to have him reach out and grab my wrist. He clasped his hand in mine on his thigh and intertwined our fingers. I rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb and sighed.
The two of us sat out by that tree for the rest of the night, not saying anything, but understanding everything.
2006
“She just gets it,” Joel grumbled.
“And I don't?”
I stared at Joel who was refusing to look at me even though I had him cornered in his bedroom.
“You think I don’t get it? This loss that you’ve been dealing with? This fear?” I continued, hoping he’d at least look at me. “I watched you shoot my brother for fuck sake!”
He finally looked at me. It was the first time since I had caught him kissing Tess just moments ago in the place where he was standing.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice so low if I hadn’t seen his lips move I wouldn’t have thought he said a thing.
I shook my head. “I’m leaving, Joel.”
He furrowed his brows, taking a step toward me. I took one back.
“I can’t do this. All I’ve wanted was for you to let me in, especially since Tommy left. Now it’s just you and Tess. There’s no room for me anymore.” I turned to walk away but he reached out and grabbed my upper arm.
“Don’t, please,” he pleaded with me. “You can’t, you won’t make it. Where will you even go?”
I wrenched my arm out of his grip. “I’m going to find Tommy.”
“Please,” he whispered.
“Fuck you, Joel.” I snarled.
I slammed his door behind me and took off, hoping I’d never lay eyes on Joel Miller ever again.
2023
There was news of newcomers in Jackson, although the rumour was they weren’t staying long. I was still intrigued, since it wasn’t often Tommy accepted people in so easily when they weren’t in dire need of assistance. People were saying they were just passing through.
I wanted to know who would pass through freely without wanting to stay, and who Tommy would allow to come and go so easily. I should have stayed curious. Instead, I decided to check out who the fuss was all about.
What I wasn’t expecting was to see Joel traveling with a young girl. I walked into Tommy’s office expecting to greet strangers, only to be face to face with the one man I never thought I’d see again. Had hoped I would never see again. Had wished late at night, when my only company was my thoughts, that I would one day see again.
“Joel?” I asked, the shock on my face was enough to make Tommy chuckle.
Joel whipped around at the sound of my voice and his face looked like he saw a ghost. He looked good, but different. Broader, grayer, rougher around the edges. But he still looked tired and saddled with grief.
“(Y/N),” he said matter of factly, as if he was just stating that I was there in case he didn’t believe it.
We stood frozen in the moment, the air electric between us. The young girl’s eyes flickered back and forth until she stepped forward offering her hand to me.
“I’m Ellie,” she smiled as if she was harmless but I saw the mischievous twinkle in her eye.
I shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ellie.”
“I can’t believe you found Tommy.” Joel spoke again, his voice rougher than before but still him. “I thought I would never see you again.”
I shrugged. “Would that have been such a bad thing?”
Joel’s eyes darkened, his mouth set in a line. Tommy cleared his throat and explained what they were doing in Jackson. I was told that Joel would be taking Ellie to a firefly base. That Ellie was like cargo.
“She’s cargo?” I asked. “Why?”
“Long story,” Joel cut in, glaring at Tommy for telling me anything about their plans. “We’re headin’ out soon.”
“Where’s Tess?” I asked before thinking, even though I had a feeling.
Joel turned away from me completely. Tommy looked at me and I knew. My mouth formed a silent O. I felt bad, obviously. I really did like Tess even though Joel had chosen her instead of me. That wasn’t her fault and she was a strong willed woman who was full of heart. But I was also aware of the dangers that remained in the world, and the horrors that some people just couldn’t escape. No matter how tough they were.
Maria came in with some food for our guests. “Tommy there’s a commotion outside, you might wanna go deal with it.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in a bit.” Tommy grabbed his jacket and started to head out the door.
Joel took one look at me before reaching out to stop Tommy. “I’ll come with you, just in case you need some back up.”
Tommy laughed and shook his head. “Always the big brother, aren’t you?”
The two men walked out the room and left us alone. Maria was looking at me with her eyebrow raised.
“What?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I won’t get into it, especially in front of Ellie, but you know what.”
Tommy was no fool, he knew how I felt about Joel, and he shared everything with Maria.
“Into what?” Ellie asked, looking between the two of us.
“Nothing,” I muttered. “You should eat, Ellie.”
They sat down to eat while I went to leave. Maria got up and walked over placing her hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you stay? Talk to us for a bit. Then you can say goodbye to Joel before they head out again.”
The way she was looking at me told me I should stay, that he may not be back. I lowered my eyes.
“I don’t think that’s the best idea.” I called out, “it was nice meeting you, Ellie!” Then headed back to my house.
I had already said goodbye to Joel Miller years ago, I certainly didn’t need to again.
2024
He was back. Word traveled fast, and I made sure to stay hidden away. I was surprised that he had not only made it to his destination, but he also made it back. He had the girl with him too.
I was supposed to be on patrol that day but decided to get someone to cover me. There was no way I could even leave my house for fear that I may see him. When I told Maria she just shook her head and dismissed me, probably thinking I was no better than a child instead of a woman in her forties.
Not even a day went by before there was a knock at my door. My hands shook and my stomach was doing flips the entire walk to where my visitor waited, and when I opened the door I felt my heart stop.
“Joel,” I breathed.
“Hi, (Y/N).” His broad shoulders took up most of the light coming in through the doorway, and his face remained stoic through the relief in his voice.
“You made it.”
He nodded, a man of few words.
I stepped back, allowing him through the doorway. He made his way inside the living room and wandered around, looking at the pictures and knick knacks I collected throughout my time in Jackson. He came to a stop in front of a picture of a paint mare looking out at the desert landscape.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I asked, coming to stand next to him. His arms were crossed over his chest, the same as mine were, and when he shuffled to one side we bumped elbows, causing us both to stiffen.
“What’re you doing here, Joel?”
He sighed, turning to walk toward the couch, though he did not sit down. “Ellie and I are gonna stay in Jackson. Live here.”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” I walked to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses. “Still a whiskey man, I take it?”
He grunted in response as I poured two fingers each.
“I don’t have a lot to offer, but I raided an old shop about a month ago and found some liquor. I’m shocked it wasn’t claimed but I know better than to ask questions.” I put the jar of the amber liquid back in my cupboard and walked to where he was finally seated on the couch. “You’re lucky I’m even offering you some, I’d like to save it.”
“Well, thanks.” He took a sip and relaxed back into the cushions. His eyes closed almost involuntarily as soon as the alcohol touched his lips. He drained his cup and leaned forward to set it on the table.
“I was assuming you’d savor that a bit more but okay.” I shrugged and took a sip of my own drink.
“I fucked up.” He said, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “With Ellie. I fucked up really bad.”
I went and sat beside him, placing my glass down next to his. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think, Joel. What happened?”
“I can’t tell you. Not yet, anyway.” He scrubbed his hands down his face, then turned to me. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, hanging off his shoulders. “I’m just so tired of tryin’ to keep my head down and survive, only to mess things up and hurt other people. People I genuinely care about.”
“Is Ellie okay?” I was concerned, especially since I wasn’t exactly sure what happened to Tess.
“Yeah. Yeah, she’s fine.”
“Then that’s all that matters for right now.” I placed my hand on his knee and he melted into my touch. “You both survived, and you’re here now. You’re safe.”
Joel’s shoulders trembled, and I could tell he was holding everything in. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close so his face was buried in my neck. He still didn’t let himself cry, but he let himself be held and that was good enough for me. For the both of us.
“Where’s Ellie now?” I whispered against his graying hair, scared of breaking the spell cast over us.
“She’s staying at Tommy and Maria’s. They have a room for the both of us, but I told them I was comin’ to see you first.” His voice vibrated against my neck, sending shivers down to my toes.
I rubbed my hand up his back and down again, repeating the motion until we had fully relaxed against each other. Eventually the room darkened as the sun set, and I pulled away from him. I stood and offered my hand out to him. He raised his eyebrow at me but slid his hand in mine, standing to his full height. We walked silently to my bedroom and I left him standing on one side of the bed so I could make my way to the other.
“(Y/N)?” He seemed so shy, so nervous. Not at all like the Joel I used to know before the outbreak.
“Just get in, Joel. You look exhausted.”
He sighed and did as I asked. Luckily he looked like he had showered and put on some of Tommy’s clean clothes before he visited. So I wasn’t worried about him getting my bed dirty. I chuckled at the fact that he didn’t take off his jeans, causing him to roll his eyes and slide them off under the blankets.
I went into my bathroom to put my hair up and change into a t-shirt and sleep shorts, and was pleased to see that Joel had taken off his flannel shirt so he was also in a t-shirt. I slid under the covers with him, and we laid side by side in the dark. It was awkward at first, until I rolled to face him and scooted closer.
“Hi,” I said.
He turned his head to look at me. “Hi.”
I smiled, causing him to mirror my actions. He stretched his arm up, helping me maneuver my head so he was my cushion, and he pulled me close. We fell asleep with our arms around each other, feeling like we hadn’t been apart for as long as we were.
The sun started to shine through my curtains in the early morning, causing my eyes to blink open. My back was facing Joel and his arm was still in the same place as before, his other draped over my waist. I felt at peace for the first time since the outbreak, and probably since before then too. For a moment I wondered if that’s what I had been missing all those years, if that was what it would have been like if Joel had let me in sooner. If I had admitted my feelings to him sooner.
He groaned and pressed himself against me. “Mornin’,” he said, sleep heavy in his voice.
“Morning.” I turned in his arms so I could watch him. His eyes were closed but the bags that hung down from them the night before seemed to not be as deep.
When Joel opened his eyes I felt my breath catch in my throat. The deep pools of them threatened to pull me under if I let them. And I wanted to let them so bad.
“Why are you here, Joel?” I asked. “What do you want?”
He sighed, his eyes flickering down to my lips before coming back to mine. Butterflies erupted in my stomach yet again.
I asked once more. “What do you want, Joel?”
“You.”
I didn’t even realize we had moved toward each other until our lips connected. His hand that was on my back came up to cradle the back of my head, moving me how he needed so our angle worked better.
His body weighed me down, keeping me grounded, as he slowly moved over top of me. My hands went into his hair, tugging him closer, causing him to moan in my mouth. I slid my hands down to his back and he pulled away so he could grab them and place them above my head. He kissed his way down my neck and chest, then helped me sit up so he could remove my shirt. The cool air caused goosebumps on my skin and pebbled my now exposed nipples, but he wasn’t looking anywhere but in my eyes.
“Is this okay? We can stop.”
I shook my head and pulled him in for a kiss. “Don’t you dare, Joel Miller.”
He smiled against my lips, kissing me once more before making his way back down my body. He pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing the bud with his teeth, and then moved to the next one, repeating his actions. I moaned and writhed under his ministrations, wishing he’d move faster.
Joel’s lips mapped their way down my stomach, to my lower abdomen, and then skipped over my shorts to plant kisses on my thighs. His calloused hands slid up and down my calves, the heat from them warming my blood, a blush forming on my chest. He slid his hands up the inside of my thighs, and his thumbs brushed over where my shorts were covering my core. I bucked my hips slightly, making him hold me down.
“Patience, darlin’,” he drawled against my inner thigh. “Let’s get these off of you before they get ruined.”
I lifted my hips as he slid my shorts down my legs and threw them onto the floor, exposing me fully. My thighs tried to close but his strong hands pried them open.
“Let me see you, sweetheart. There we go.” He flattened himself onto the bed and gripped my hips with his arms, pinning me in place. “You’re so beautiful.”
His tongue parted my lips and swirled around my clit. His fingers brushed against my opening before he sunk one inside. I groaned at the feeling, his fingers thicker than mine, and they reached where I certainly couldn’t. My whole body felt like it was on fire as he made out with my clit, sucking it into his mouth and pressing the flat of his tongue against it.
“Joel,” I moaned into the air. He hummed against me, the vibrations making my eyes roll back. I gripped the sheets, feeling my orgasm approaching like a runaway train.
He slid another finger in, lowering his head so his tongue fucked into me between his fingers and his nose rubbed against my clit. The sounds were filthy as they reached my ears, and it took no time at all for my pleasure to rip through me. His name was a prayer that spilled from my lips over and over until my body melted against the bed.
I pushed his head out from between my legs, the sensitivity suddenly too much, and pulled him up so I could kiss him. The taste of me mixed with the smell of him was to die for, and we moaned into each other's mouths.
“I need you,” he panted once we broke apart. “I’ve needed you for so long.”
“I know,” I kissed him, “I know. I need you, too. I’ve needed you since I first met you.”
“Fuck, darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
I helped him out of his clothes, tracing over the scars that littered his torso and making him whine into my mouth when I stroked his cock slowly. It hardened even more under my touch, and precum beaded from the tip when I teased it over my soaking wet core.
Joel pushed himself inside slowly, so slowly I felt I would fall apart. When he was fully inside me I let my head fall back. He leaned down and kissed my neck, just behind my ear, and nipped the skin.
“Joel, I need you,” I nearly sobbed, using my hands to try and pull him even closer.
“I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” He buried his face even deeper into my neck and held me so close he was barely pulling out of me.
We moved together, moaned together, and finally, with a little help from his fingers wedged between us, we came together. Our names mingled with our breaths, and then we held each other in the fresh light of the new morning.
He held me in his arms, my back to his front, and he whispered sweet nothings into my ear until I felt sleep pull me under once more. After a little while there was a shift in the bed that caused me to start waking up again. My eyes opened when I realized Joel’s warmth was no longer behind me, and I sat up to see where he would be. His clothes weren’t on the floor, even his jeans and flannel, and there wasn’t any sound from the bathroom. My heart sank the more I realized where he was.
My worries were confirmed as I heard my front door close in the distance.
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allthingsfangirl101 · 10 months
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Late-Night Swim–Joe Keery
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"I'm so tired," Joe whined. "I hate these tours."
I smiled as I listened to my boyfriend complain about his job over the phone. I pulled my blanket up more and readjusted the pillow on my lap.
"I know you do, baby," I sighed. "But just think - a couple more weeks and you'll be off for the whole summer."
"Which means I get to be with you. All. Summer. Long."
I bit my lip when Joe moaned. He's been away filming the new season for five months. We saw each other for barely two weeks before he left for another three months to go on his press tour.
Joe and I met on set during the first season of Stranger Things. I was working in the costume department for another one of Netflix's shows, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. We ran into each other all the time. Eventually, he asked me out. We've been dating ever since. About two years ago, Joe and I decided to move in together so we would see each other more.
"How's your shop going?" He asked, changing the subject.
"It's good," I shrugged. "I just got a new client. I guess I should say, clients. It's a bride and her entire bridal party."
"That's amazing, babe!" Joe chuckled. "Is this from that group of groomsmen you had last week?"
"It is," I said, blushing at the fact that he remembered.
A year ago, I left Netflix to open my own boutique. I specialize in alterations and random pieces I've made and decided to sell. It's going okay. The friends I've made through Netflix have really helped. They've had me alter their dresses and suits for their premieres and parties. Through them, they've connected me to their friends. Things are slowly blossoming.
"I'm so proud of you, Y/N," Joe said softly.
"Joe!" Someone yelled as they walked into wherever Joe was. "We're gonna be late, dude."
"You have to go?" I asked, my voice dropping.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I'll call you tonight?"
"I'll answer."
                                * * * * *
I looked around my empty shop, my eyes landing on my equally empty schedule. I glanced at the clock on my phone, my stomach sinking when I saw my wallpaper. It was a picture Joe and I took the day I opened my shop. We took the picture right before the shop officially opened.
I checked my schedule, smiling when I realized I could close down for a couple of days. My stomach did an excited flip as I opened a new tab on my computer and made the plans. That night, I was on my way to Chicago.
I got to the hotel the cast was staying at and checked in. I called Matt and he had a key waiting for me. I went upstairs and dropped off my stuff at Joe's room and washed up. A little while later, I headed down to the lobby. I only had to wait a few minutes before Joe and the rest of the Stranger Things cast walked in.
"Umm. . . Joe?" Gaten smirked when he noticed me before Joe did. "I think someone is here to see you?"
"What are you talking about?" The question got stuck in Joe's throat as he turned and saw me. His cast laughed as he ran over to me. I gasped when he picked me up and spun me around.
The second he put me on my feet, he pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as I slowly started kissing him back. We heard his castmates hoot and holler but we ignored them. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared at me.
"Hello to you too," I smirked.
"Hi," he whispered. He was about to lean in and press his lips back to mine but the kids started whistling and making jokes again.
"Get a room!" Noah yelled.
"I have one," Joe said under his breath. He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator.
The second the doors shut, Joe reattached his lips to mine. A small moan escaped as he pushed me up against the wall. I tightened my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.
"I missed you so much, baby," he moaned against my lips. I giggled when he leaned down and picked up my other leg so he was holding me.
We broke the kiss when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Joe didn't bother putting me down as he walked out of the elevator. He carried me down the hallway, toward his room.
"Joe," I chuckled when he struggled to get his room key. "Baby, do you wanna put me down so you can unlock the door?"
"Nope," he said a little too quickly. "I got it."
"Baby," I giggled. He sighed before finally putting me down. I kissed his cheek and moved so he could open the door.
The second it was open, I turned him around and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smirk as he pulled me in. We fell onto the bed, completely lost in ourselves.
We jumped apart when someone cleared their throat. We looked over to see Gaten in the doorway. My face was burning as Joe stood up, walked over, and slammed the door in Gaten's face. He turned around with his smirk that always made me feel giddy.
"Where were we?"
                                * * * * *
I looked over, smiling when I saw Joe was already watching me. I rolled over and cuddled into his chest. He laughed a little, pulling me closer.
"I missed you," he whispered.
"So you've said," I teased as I looked up at him. "Several times."
"I can't help it," he teased as he pulled me so I was laying on top of him. "You're just so gorgeous and it's been forever since we were together."
I sighed as I leaned my chin on his chest.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly as he glided his fingers up and down my bare back.
"You know how proud I am of you, right?"
"Of course," he chuckled.
"I am so incredibly proud of you, baby, but. . ."
His smile faltered. "What's wrong?"
"I hate how much you're gone," I finally confessed. I bit my lip, nervously looking up at him.
"I know," he sighed. "I hate it too."
"I don't want you thinking I'm not being supportive," I stuttered.
"I know you're supportive of my career, Y/N," Joe said without a second of hesitation. "I don't like being away from you any more than you do. Good news, though. We don't have to worry about it much longer."
"What do you mean?" I stuttered as I sat up a little.
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" He teased. "The season we just got done filming is our last season."
"Really?" I gasped as I slowly rolled off of him. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself. "You're done?"
"I'm done," he whispered as he sat up, leaning in so his face was inches from mine.
"You're done," I whispered back. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. I broke the kiss with a soft moan. Joe reached up and stroked my arm.
"I'm done," he nodded. "Which means you won't be able to get rid of me."
"I don't want to."
Joe looked at the clock and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned us against the headboard.
"What do you want to do?" He asked. "We could order room service."
"How about we go for a walk?" I suggested.
"Sounds wonderful."
After we got dressed, we left the hotel and started walking around. We came across a hot dog cart and grabbed something to eat. We walked around the park more before heading back to the hotel. When we got back, we didn't head up to the room. Instead, we headed to the pool.
"Cannonball!"
I gasped as Joe ran by me and jumped in. I took a surprised step back as some of the splash hit me.
"What is wrong with you?" I giggled. "It's freezing outside. You're gonna get sick, Joe."
"Wimp."
"I am not a wimp," I scoffed. "I'm reasonable."
"Yeah yeah," he chuckled. "Ms. Y/N is always reasonable. It's why I love you."
"I love you too which is why I would like you to get out of that pool before you get sick," I sighed squatting next to the pool. "Especially if you're finally free from work. Can't spend the first week back home together with you being sick."
"You're right," he pouted. "Help?"
Joe reached up his hand. Like a gullible girl, I reached down to help him. The second I did, I knew it was a mistake. Joe's innocent smile turned into a smirk. The next thing I knew, I was in the pool with him.
I came to the surface, instantly running my hands on my face to move my hair. I turned around, scowling at my smirking boyfriend. I slapped a ton of water at his face, catching him off guard. This turned into a playful war.
I splashed water at him as he tried to get to me. When he did, he wrapped his arms around my waist. We played for a little longer before Joe pulled me over to the steps. I thought he was about to leave but he sat down.
Joe smirked as he pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, never looking away from me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I instantly started kissing him back.
Our lips moved messily in sync, our tongues battling each other. A shiver went down my back when a gust of wind hit us. Joe broke the kiss and looked at me with soft eyes.
"We should get inside," he whispered. "Can't have my favorite girl getting sick. Especially on her trip."
"I love you," I chuckled.
"I love you too."
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mackenzielovee · 2 years
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parenthood part eleven: inclination
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a/n: you guys , i wrote the scene between noah&josie with inspiration from an anon who sent me a hc , and now i can’t find the ask. i’m sorry. but full credit to them! enjoy ! xoxo
warnings: swearing, mentions of stress/anxiety
ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist
     The ends of your days quickly become your favorite, because after the kids go to sleep, Rafe always asks to lay on the couch and watch a couple episodes of a show. Of course, with Rafe, it’s not just the two of you laying there while you pay attention. It’s his stress reliever, and soon, it becomes yours, too.
He’s already waiting for you when you come down the stairs, exhausted from putting Connor to bed. You smile when you see him and practically collapse on top of him, nudging his jawline with your nose and then pressing a kiss into his skin. 
“He okay?” Rafe asks. 
You nod, “Yeah.”
“You okay?”
You don’t miss how his grip tightens around you, but you still shrug at his question. 
“Just wanna be with you,” you murmur, “Like every night.”
He nods in understanding, immediately latching onto your needs and forming a game plan in his mind. You lay still as he moves you how he wants you, laying you on your side with your back to his front on the couch. You smile when he reaches over you and grabs the remote from the coffee table, flipping on The Vampire Diaries from where you’d left off without hesitation. 
“You hate this show,” you say quietly. 
He chuckles against your shoulder, “I’ll suffer through it for you.”
His hand runs up your leg, stopping at your hip and squeezing slightly. You know where this is going, and it brings a smile to your face. 
“Thanks,” you whisper. 
You try to focus on the show, but that task becomes increasingly more difficult when Rafe’s hand slips into your panties. He tucks his face into your neck and sucks on your skin, no doubt leaving marks there. 
“I’m gonna work the knots out of your back when I’m through down here,” he promises, “You’re tense, baby.”
“Mhm,” you whimper, “I’m so tired. So overwhelmed.”
Rafe doesn’t say a word in response, but his fingers falter for a moment. You roll your hips to encourage him to keep going, and eventually he does, but a part of his actions feel more forced than they did before. 
You barely register the sound of a key turning in the front door, but Rafe seems to hear it loud and clear. He pulls his hand from your shorts when the door shuts and both of you watch as Topper emerges from the darkness of the foyer, raising a brow at the two of you. 
“It’s eight o’clock,” he says, “Glad you guys are living life on the wild side.”
“What are you doing here?” Rafe questions. 
Topper glances at the TV with a smirk, tucking his keys into his pocket and then looks back at Rafe. 
“What are you doing, Cameron? Big fan of this shit?” he points to the TV, displaying a fight between Damon and Elena. 
“Fuck off, it’s Y/N’s favorite,” Rafe grunts, sitting up. 
He pulls you up with him and places you in his lap despite your objections, but you know Topper has seen enough of your relationship to be bothered. 
“What’s up, Top?” you ask. 
“Actually,” he starts squirming, as if he’s anxious, “I need to talk to Rafe.”
“About what?” Rafe huffs.
Topper sighs, “Dude, can we just have a beer outside or something? It’s important.”
“So important that you won’t tell my wife?” Rafe counters. 
Topper groans and throws his head down in his hands, shaking his head to himself when Rafe chuckles under you. 
You smile politely, but no part of you wants to sit and be social right now. You pull away from Rafe’s grasp, shaking him off when he tries to pull you back. 
“You guys talk,” you say, looking at Topper, “I’m gonna go lay down.”
“Hey, I don’t mean to kick you out of here—” he starts, but you shake your head and step toward him. 
“You’re not,” you promise him, “I get it. I’m just tired.”
He nods slowly, “Thanks.”
You give him a smile, turning your head when he leans down to kiss your cheek. You glance back at Rafe and give him a smile, then move toward your bedroom. 
“Dude,” Rafe hisses when the door shuts, “You probably just cost me couch sex.”
“Okay, gross,” Topper grunts. 
“Sit,” Rafe sighs and stands, “I’ll grab a couple beers and we can—”
“Uncle Top?”
Rafe freezes at the sound of his girl’s voice at the top of the stairs, watching as Topper grins widely and hurries over. 
“Hey, there she is. What are you doing out of bed, angel?”
Rafe listens as her feet start down the stairs, unevenly patting against the wood as she descends. Topper starts up to meet her halfway, grinning like a fool the entire way.
“Heard you,” she explains, “Sleepin’ over?”
She holds her arms up once Topper’s close enough, letting him pick her up and press her into his chest. 
“Not tonight,” he says, “Just came here to talk to your Dad.”
At that, Josie’s eyes trail over to Rafe, who is raising a brow at his daughter for getting out of bed and coming downstairs when she should be asleep. 
“Hi, Daddy,” she smiles. 
He shakes his head, but can’t help the smile that breaks out on his cheeks. Topper carries her into the living room and sits down in the armchair, placing Josie on his lap. She turns herself around so she’s facing him, smiling widely up at him in her pajamas, hair messy, eyes wide. 
“How was your day?” he asks her. 
“Bubby let me play with his toys,” she informs him, “Was fun.”
“Yeah? Which toys?”
“His dinos,” she answers. 
“That sounds like a lot of fun,” Topper beams. 
Josie nods her head, “Sleep over?”
Rafe laughs from his place on the couch and so does Topper, who combs his hands through her hair as an attempt to tame it. 
“I can’t, sweetie, I’m sorry. I have to work in the morning.”
Her lip juts out, piercing through Topper’s heart and forcing a frown to cross his lips. She collapses her head to his chest and cuddles into him while he rubs her back, doing his best to make sure she doesn’t cry. 
“Can I go with you?” she asks. 
Topper looks over at Rafe and raises a brow, as if silently asking permission. Rafe’s eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head, feeling as if that answer is obvious. Topper could not handle a two year-old on top of all this work — especially Josie. 
“Tell you what,” Topper says quietly to her, “I’ll come get you after. We can go feed the ducks and get ice cream.”
She smiles against his chest, “Promise?”
“I promise, my angel.”
Josie nods and lets her eyes close, making no effort to stand and knowing full well that Rafe won’t make her go back upstairs by herself. Topper, content with this, just settles in and continues stroking up and down her back, coaxing her into falling asleep. 
Rafe stands and disappears into the kitchen, returning with two open beer bottles. He silently hands one to Topper, who drinks about half of it down in one gulp. 
They wait a few more minutes, letting Josie fall asleep completely before Rafe dares to speak even faintly. 
“All right, Top. Why don’t you tell me why you’ve denied me sex and then woke up my daughter.”
His hand still on Josie’s back as he finishes off his beer, placing the empty bottle on the table beside him. 
“Fine,” he speaks, his voice low and quiet, “But you can’t hit me.”
Rafe rolls his eyes, “I’m not going to hit you.”
Topper nods his head, pursing his lips as he debates speaking the words out loud. When he looks down at Josie, snoozing comfortably on his chest, he smiles and blurts out the words. 
“I want to ask your sister to marry me.”
Rafe freezes, “You do?”
“Yeah, man,” he nods, “It’s been almost three years. I think she’s ready.”
“Are you ready?”
Topper doesn’t blink, “Fuck yes.”
Rafe’s eyes flicker down to Josie out of instinct, to which Topper winces and covers his mouth. When she snores, they both take a deep breath. Rafe grins and looks at Topper, who he swears looks nervous as hell. 
“Are you asking for my permission, Top?” Rafe asks. 
“Well, yeah,” he shrugs, his cheeks turning pink, “I mean, you’re second on the list. I asked your dad at dinner tonight.”
Rafe grins, “How’d that go?”
“He scares me,” Topper confesses, “But I did it. And I’m so sure, Cameron. She’s what I want.”
The laugh that escapes Rafe’s lips surprises Topper so much that he draws back, making Josie stir on his chest. His hand meets her back immediately, coaxing her back to sleep. 
“If you don’t mind,” Rafe sits up, smirk wide, “I’d like to take this time to remind you that you dated my sister before Y/N even looked my way.”
“Yeah, it’s hilarious,” Topper rolls his eyes, “You guys have two kids and you’re amazing together, I get it—”
“No, Top,” Rafe shakes his head, “I mean, you spent so much time listening to me talk about her. And I sure as shit didn’t ask anyone for permission when I proposed to her. You’re a good man, and you don’t need my permission. Especially with how long you and Sarah have been on and off, or whatever.”
“Yeah, but you’re my best friend,” Topper says, “It’s only right.”
Rafe smiles, “I appreciate it. And I say go for it.”
Topper lets out a long, steady exhale, continuing to rub Josie’s back as an outlet for his anxiousness. 
“Damn, to be honest, I was kind of hoping you’d say no,” Topper mumbles, “I’m so nervous to ask her.”
“She’s going to say yes. She would’ve said yes last year.”
Topper swallows at that, nodding his head as he lets Rafe’s words resonate with him. 
“You think Y/N will help me pick out a ring?” Topper asks. 
“Oh, yeah. She lives for that,” Rafe nods, already excited to see the look on your face when he tells you the news. 
Topper sticks around for a few more minutes, airing all of his hesitations and letting Rafe shoot them all down. When he’s ready to go, Rafe picks Josie up from Topper’s chest and smiles widely as she instinctively wraps herself around him. It seems that even in her sleep, she can sense Rafe. 
“Thanks for talking to me, Cameron,” Topper says, offering his hand for Rafe to shake. 
“Anytime. We’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. See you then,” Topper agrees, entering the foyer, “And, dude, please tell Y/N to not tell Sarah.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rafe rolls his eyes, “Go on.”
     After Topper leaves, Rafe carries Josie up to her bed and lays with her until she falls asleep again — her idea. When he comes strolling into the master bedroom, he finds you with your eyes barely open, watching TV. The sight of you so exhausted, having left the room with no argument or discussion, upsets him.
”Sweetheart,” he says gently as he crosses the room and to the bed, “Come here.”
You ignore him and remain where you are, too tired to move at all. He sits down right beside you and runs his hand over your hair and your cheeks, giving you a sad smile. 
“Did Top leave?” you ask. 
“Yeah,” he whispers, “I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine, Rafe, I’m just tired.”
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he sits back against the headboard and tugs you over, repeating his initial ‘come here’ demand. 
You huff but let him guide you to where he wants you, putting your back against his torso as you sit in between his outstretched legs. His hands come up to your shoulders, thumbs pressing into your shoulder blades as he massages your back. 
“Talk to me, baby,” he says, his voice rough and demanding.
You sigh, closing your eyes at the feeling of Rafe’s skin on your own, and how amazing his hands are as they work the knots out of your back. 
“I just don’t know how you do this so well,” you confess, “Especially since Jo was born. You leave with a smile on your face, you come home with a smile on your face, you engage with me and the kids—”
“You do all of that stuff, too. Plus, you’re home with them more than I am. You’re allowed to get overwhelmed, sweetheart, but I want to know how to help you.”
“You—” you start, leaning back into his hands, “I— that feels really good, Rafe.”
He chuckles, “Just relax. Do you want me to run a bath for you?”
You bite your lip, not wanting to force him to do that but also loving the sound of a bath with candles and bubbles. 
“For us?” you ask, hoping to correct his initial question. 
He grins and runs his hands down your back, meeting a knot further down. You arch into him when he presses his thumbs into it, working it out.
“You know I can’t. Just in case the kiddos need anything. But I will gladly help you get naked and sit beside you while I stare.”
“Fine,” you smile. 
With minimal effort, Rafe slides out from behind you and then off the bed, tucking one arm under your legs and the other around your torso. He carries you into the bathroom as he admires the smile on your face, one that he wishes to stay there forever. 
“Okay,” he sets you down on your feet, “I need a claw clip, a robe, a lighter, a candle — is that it, baby?”
“Rafe—”
“You just sit,” he gestures you over to the chair in front of your vanity, “Hold on. This was poorly executed. Pretend this is sexy and I have it all under control.”
“Rafe,” you repeat, chuckling, “My candle’s already in here, there’s a lighter in the medicine cabinet, and I have a clip in my hair already. Relax.”
He grins, something about it ever so boyish and charming, grazing his lips over your forehead. 
“You’re incredible,” he whispers against your skin, “God, I just — it’s unbelievable that you married me. Okay, bath time. Sit while the water warms.”
He steps away from you to turn the water on, settling on a temperature after far too long and adding in the bubbles. You watch as he so graciously tries to make it perfect, because why wouldn’t he, and when he feels satisfied, he turns to you. 
“You don’t have to make such a fuss,” you tell him. 
“Yes, I do. Come on. Clothes off.”
He helps you lift your shirt over your head, then reaches around to undo your bra clasp while you drop your shorts. With his hand in yours, he guides you over to the tub and helps you get in, letting the warm water soothe your sore and tense muscles. 
“Hmm,” you hum, “This is nice. Thank you.”
He settles on the floor beside you, smiling when you reach out of the water and request his hand. 
“So,” he says, squeezing your bubble-covered hand, “I have something to tell you.”
“What?”
He grins like he can’t wait to say it, to see the expression on your face because he finally knows something before you do. 
“Top is proposing to Sarah.”
Your eyes widen and he laughs when you sit straight up in the tub, trying to assess if he’s serious or not. 
“Oh, my God,” you gasp, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Rafe laughs, “He was asking for my permission.”
You pout, “Oh, that’s adorable. He was probably so nervous — you better not have teased him.”
“I didn’t tease him, baby,” he laughs again, shaking his head at you, “He’s fine. We had a beer and talked. Little Miss heard him and came downstairs.”
“Not surprising,” you remark, “So, what else did he say? When is it happening? Where?”
Rafe shrugs, “Don’t know.”
You raise an accusing brow and squeeze his hand, watching the confused expression cross his face. 
“You didn’t get any details?” you accuse. 
Rafe just shrugs, “I don’t know the procedural questions to ask at a time like that.”
He watches as you roll your eyes, which makes him laugh. His laughter brings a smile out of you, and soon, you find yourself tugging him closer to you on the floor. 
“I’ll make you a checklist.”
“Thanks,” he remarks dryly, “He wants you to help him pick the ring.”
Your eyes widen, “No way.”
“Yes, way,” Rafe chuckles.
You sit back and dream of what you’ll try to pick for Sarah, of ways you could ask what she’d prefer without hinting to her that it’s happening. 
“Remember when we got engaged?” he asks, his voice softer and full of emotion. 
You glance over at him and nod, letting a smile form on your lips. 
“Of course,” you whisper, “We found out about Connor that night.”
Rafe nods and looks down to his lap. You watch his Adam’s apple bob, knowing it’s a tell of his, that he has something to share. You squeeze his hand again, urging him to look back up at you. 
“I had nightmares every night for two weeks after. I used to wake up and I wasn’t sure what was real, and I’d start to panic, but you were there, you know, next to me. Just snoring away—”
“I don’t snore,” you tease, but he sees the worry in your eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me you were having nightmares?”
He shrugs, “You were pregnant, recovering from a concussion, and enjoying our new engagement. It didn’t feel right.”
“Rafe—”
“I’m not telling you to make you feel guilty, sweetheart. I’m telling you because I—,” he stops and takes a shaky breath in, “I started to grieve you. Every night, when I woke up and thought you weren’t here, I found out what it feels like to lose the person you love the most in the entire world. So, when you get overwhelmed, sometimes I panic. Because — and I’m not saying this will happen — I’m fully aware that you could realize that we did all this shit so young. And what if you wake up one day and resent me for—”
“Rafe—” you try again, tears stinging your eyes as he continues. 
“Just let me finish, please,” he begs, watching you nod slowly, “I just need you to promise me that if you ever feel anything like that, you come to me. Y/N, I can’t lose you. I can’t, baby, I–”
“Okay, hey,” you sit up, pulling your hand from his and cupping his cheeks in your palms, “I am not going anywhere, do you understand me? But I promise you, I’ll talk to you. If you promise to talk to me. It could just as easily be you.”
He laughs through his emotions, smiling against your hands and bringing a smile to your lips as well. 
“No, it couldn’t,” he mumbles. 
“Promise me anyway.”
“I promise, baby,” he whispers, “I’d promise you anything you wanted, though.”
You smile, “You better kiss me right now, Cameron.”
“Yes ma’am,” he remarks, pulling you as close as he can before he molds his mouth to yours. 
It feels like he kisses you for a minute and the remainder of the night all at once. When he pulls back, you’re thankful for the smile that spreads across his face. 
“I love you so much,” you whisper against his lips. 
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“Mama?”
Rafe spins around at the sound of Connor’s sweet voice. Both of you smile when you see him in his pajamas, clutching Blue in his right hand, looking so small in the doorway. Rafe releases you and stands up, making his way to Connor. 
“Hi, baby,” you speak up, “You okay?”
He shakes his head, “Bad dream.”
You watch Rafe look down at Connor in complete understanding, and without hesitation, he picks him up and gives him a hug. 
“You’re okay, buddy,” Rafe whispers to him, “Let’s give Mommy a minute, okay?”
Connor nods and lets Rafe carry him back out to your bedroom, shutting the door behind them. You drain the bath and hurry out of it, drying off and dressing in record time. When you step out, Connor is laying in the middle of the bed, head on Rafe’s chest, with his eyes open. He turns his head when he sees you, patiently waiting for you to climb into bed before he shifts over to you for a hug. 
“Do you wanna talk about your dream?” you ask him softly, “Or just wanna relax?”
“Relax,” he replies, “Were you takin’ a bath like me and Jo?”
You smile, “Yeah.”
“Daddy was helping you?”
Rafe snorts, earning a swat on the chest from you. 
“Yeah,” you say again, “Daddy helps me with a lot of things, did you know that?”
“Do I help you with a lot of things?”
“Oh, absolutely,” you nod, “You’re very helpful.”
He nods and smiles victoriously, then pulls the comforter up higher so it covers him. You watch as he sits up, pulling the blanket over you, too. 
“Warm?” he asks. 
“Yes. Thank you,” you smile. 
Connor turns to Rafe, expertly spying the comforter that covers half of his body. Without saying a word, he fixes it, covering Rafe completely. 
“Thanks, buddy,” Rafe smiles. 
“Now we can go to sleep,” he says, “The light, Dad.”
Rafe laughs to himself and switches off his lamp, letting the darkness take over the room. Connor lays back down against your side, wrapping one of his arms around your chest and holding on. 
“Night, Mama,” he whispers. 
“Goodnight, handsome,” you reply, kissing the top of his head. 
Rafe leans over and kisses Connor’s cheek, earning himself a giggle. 
“Night, squirt,” he says, then reaches out for you and gives you one last kiss, “Night, sweetheart.”
Rafe and Connor both fall asleep before you, and you can’t help but take both of them in. Rafe rolls over, and out of instinct, reaches for you. You smile when he pulls the both of you closer, and only then do you feel calm enough to sleep. 
     “But what does it mean?”
“It means they’re gonna announce that they’re getting married,” Rafe explains — again. 
“But we already know,” Josie frowns, “Why do they have to ‘nounce it?”
“Because,” he narrows his eyes at you when you chuckle softly, “Aunt Sarah doesn’t know yet.”
Josie squirms from Rafe’s lap and shakes her head, “This makes no sense. Gonna go play with Noah. Bubby, come play?”
Connor grins and pushes himself out of your lap, “Okay.”
He takes Josie’s hand and leads her toward Noah, who was smart enough to bring some of his toys to this event. You’re all dressed up and waiting for Topper and Sarah to arrive so you can celebrate. He planned out the whole proposal on the beach, then they’ll make their way up to the Club for drinks. Currently, though, the Club is filled with a bunch of squirmy adults; each one growing more afraid that something has gone wrong since they’re late. 
“She wouldn’t have said no,” Maddie whispers to you, “Right?”
“No way,” you reply, “I thought for sure she could see right through me at the nail salon yesterday.”
“Yeah, you’re not the greatest liar,” Maddie agrees. 
To your right, Rafe and Kelce are on their second beer and keeping an eye on the three children. You lean into Rafe and smile when he wraps his arm around you, settling his hand to your bare skin where your dress opens in the back. 
“Did Josie just claim Noah’s truck as hers?” Kelce asks, chuckling. 
“Probably,” Rafe shrugs, “She doesn’t take any shit.”
You and Maddie both turn your head at the perfect time, eyes settling on the kids. Josie reaches for another one of Noah’s little trucks, but he grabs ahold of it first. You watch as her expression changes, and without hesitation, Noah holds it out to her. She smiles widely and accepts it, then leans over and gently kisses his nose. 
Rafe and Kelce listen as you and Maddie gasp, trying to control your squealing at how cute they are. Rafe tenses beside you while Kelce snickers, earning a glare from your husband. 
“Kiss her back, Noah,” Kelce cheers. 
“Shut the fuck up, Smith,” Rafe shoves Kelce’s shoulder, “So help me, if he does—”
“Dude, you’re just mad because your daughter likes my kid.”
“I like your kid, too, but not when he kisses my daughter.”
“He didn’t,” Kelce argues, “She came onto him!”
“Okay,” you cut in, silencing both of them, “Enough. They’re kids. It was a cute little moment.”
“Noah’s definitely blushing,” Kelce nods toward his son, “So is Josie.”
“She is not,” Rafe grunts. 
“I’m just saying, dude,” Kelce shrugs, smirking, “I think they’re soulmates.”
Rafe sighs aggressively and then stands, downing the remainder of his beer before looking down at you. 
“I need another fucking drink,” he mutters, “Need anything?”
“No,” you reply, watching as he walks toward the bar. 
You return to talking with Maddie, and when Rafe returns, he holds a whiskey instead of a beer. You chuckle to yourself and turn to him when he sits back down beside you, a grumpy expression still on his face.
You reach over and set your hand on his thigh, doing your best to comfort him. He just puffs out his cheeks as he exhales, then downs half of his whiskey. 
“She’s already kissing boys,” he practically groans, “This isn’t fair.”
You laugh, “It’s Noah, Rafe.”
He just shakes his head and takes another drink. You lean over and silently request a kiss, which he’s happy to give you. Before you can say anything else, the deck starts to rustle into cheering and clapping. You stand and turn around, finding Topper and Sarah approaching with wide smiles on their faces. 
“Holy shit, he actually did it,” Rafe chuckles, reaching for your hand as he stands. 
“Oh, they look so happy,” you smile.
The happy tears sting your eyes as you watch them hug the parents, ignoring Rafe’s small laugh at your emotions. He presses you into him and kisses your forehead before you break away, hurrying over to hug them.
You congratulate them both and gush about the ring with Sarah, who thanks you for helping pick it out. Rafe and Kelce pull Topper away and over to the bar for a drink, while you and Sarah head over to Maddie, who stayed put to watch the kids. 
Maddie obsesses over the ring the same way the two of you had before, and when the boys come to join and sit down, Maddie blurts out her first thought. 
“You must be loaded, Top, that’s a beautiful ring.”
Topper laughs, “I’m not loaded, Mads.”
“Uncle Topper,” Josie says, watching as Topper spins around in his chair and smiles when he sees her. 
“Hi, my angel,” he reaches for her, but her arms are crossed over her chest and her expression reads sass. 
“You’re ‘ngaged?” she questions brutally. 
Topper’s lips fall into a pout and when he reaches out for her again, she lets him grab her and pull her onto his lap. 
“I am,” he nods, “To Aunt Sarah. Is that okay with you?”
“Can you still play with me?” she counters. 
“Of course I can, Jo,” he nods, “You’re still my number one girl, you know that?”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he gives her a smile and then pulls her in for a hug, not surprised at all when she makes herself comfortable and plans to sit there for the remainder of the evening. 
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