✧ i'll be your batman ✧

@hunterhclt

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Noelle sat close beside him, their fingers still loosely laced together in her lap. Every now and then her thumb brushed shyly over the back of his hand without her even realising she was doing it. “Your so-called science club would definitely revoke your membership,” she said softly, her voice warm with quiet laughter. Then she leaned in a little when he whispered like it was some huge secret, nodding seriously. “Don’t worry,” she murmured conspiratorially. “Your secret is safe with me.” When he announced that he had apparently been a total fuck boy before meeting her, Noelle’s eyes widened for a second before she broke into a soft giggle, shaking her head. “No you weren’t,” she said immediately, nudging his arm lightly with her shoulder. “You deserved all the girls attention but I'm glad that I caught your eye somehow." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, smiling at him with that shy, fond look she always seemed to have when she watched him being ridiculous. But when he actually started singing, Noelle’s smile grew softer, her eyes bright as she watched him. It didn’t matter if it was good or not, she looked at him like it was the most charming performance she’d ever seen. When he paused and called himself lucky, her expression turned even bashful. She squeezed his hand a little tighter and ducked her head for a moment. When he kissed the back of her hand, her shoulders lifted slightly in that tiny, flustered way she had, though she didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned a little closer. “I like our movie too,” she said softly. “It’s my favorite one.” His comment about messing it up made her shake her head quickly, her fingers tightening around his. “You won’t,” she said, her tone gentle but certain. “You’re too careful with things and people you care about.” When he suddenly admitted the dinner might be terrible, Noelle blinked before letting out a quiet laugh. “Burnt pizza?” she repeated, smiling as she turned toward him in her seat. "For the record,” she added sweetly, “I’ll still eat it because you made it." She tilted her head slightly, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “Even if it’s really burnt.” Then she leaned over in her seat to give him the lightest press of her lips against his cheek. When she pulled back, her cheeks were slightly pink, but she was smiling sweetly like she hadn’t just done something that made her heart race a little faster. “I would love a cola with ice though,” she said softly, tilting her head at him with that shy, hopeful look. Her fingers lightly traced along his sleeve as she added in a warm, almost playful tone, “If you want to make me a drink, I’d love that.”

before noelle, he wasn’t a fuckboy, he was a nerd who had somehow made it onto the football team, he could never have imagined getting the kind of attention romeo and harrison did, and honestly, it made sense, those guys were cool and good-looking in a way he wasn’t. "all the girls were looking at harrison and romeo, what are you talking about?" hunter laughed, his eyebrows pulling together slightly. "and i wasn’t a fuckboy because i didn’t want to," he added, even if they both knew that wasn’t entirely true, his dorky self would’ve never survived that kind of life. when he met noelle, everything just clicked, she was it for him, and there wasn’t a day he didn’t feel lucky to have her. hunter smiled when she said he was caring with the people he loved, the list wasn’t long, but she was right at the top. "i wouldn’t let you eat burnt pizza, what kind of boyfriend would i be?" he joked, shaking his head. he wasn’t a bad cook either, he had learned out of necessity, cooking for himself and evie. when she kissed his cheek, his smile only grew wider. "you’re so cute," he said softly. "anything my girl wants, she gets, that’s the rule," he added with a grin. "you’ll have your cola, with ice and a glass straw," he nodded. "and you’ll be like ‘we don’t have glass straws,’ but we do now," he continued, amused. "i found a pack of five, each with a little bow in a different color on top, they were too cute not to get you," he explained. when he parked in front of their place, he quickly got out to open her door. "welcome home, princess," he said playfully. once she stepped out, he went to the trunk, grabbed the groceries, and then picked her up with ease. "you’re not going to regret closing the boutique early, i promise you that."

#ft. noelle kennedy

As Hunter went on about being Batman and dramatically claiming his title, Noelle just looked at him like he was the most ridiculous, and most endearing, person she’d ever met, because he was. He was the love of her life and she wouldn't change a damn thing about him. Not ever. When he insisted no one had anything on him, she tilted her head, clearly unconvinced but entertained. “Oh, absolutely,” she said dryly. “Nobody could replace you. You are definitely one in a million, Hunt.” Her fingers brushed lightly against his jaw before she slipped into the car. After he repeated “your Batman” in that absurd deep voice and nearly tripped, she laughed, shaking her head as he recovered. “It’s okay,” she called out sweetly. “All great heroes have a flaw. Yours just happens to be gravity. I'm sure your heroism lies elsewhere, babe." Once they were driving and he claimed Britney wrote the song about him, she narrowed her eyes playfully. “Should I be concerned? Isn't this song about the guy being a giant red flag but the girl still wanting him?" When he told her she was his dream, though, her teasing faded instantly. She looked at him, really looked at him, and her thumb traced softly over his knuckles. Her smile turned gentler. “You’re my dream too. Even if you can’t carry a tune to save your life.” As he started absolutely butchering the song, she burst into laughter, leaning back in her seat. But she didn’t turn the music down. Instead, she joined him, equally dramatic, singing the next line at the top of her lungs, drumming the dashboard. And without missing a beat, she threw her arms up, swaying them side to side like a 2000s movie girly in a convertible, even though they were very much not in one right now. Her expression softened in that quiet, unguarded way she only ever let him see. “I feel like life is kind of like a movie with you, Hunter,” she said, her voice gentler now, but still warm with that lingering laughter. She reached over, lacing her fingers with his again. “Not the dramatic, crash-and-burn kind. The good one.” She squeezed his hand. “The great ending. The one where the two people live happily ever after. Where everything just works out.” She smiled at him, eyes shining in the dim light of the dashboard. “That’s what it feels like. Like we already skipped to the part where we’re okay.” Then, because she couldn’t stay serious for too long, she nudged his shoulder lightly. “So don’t mess it up, batman."

hunter was utterly in love with noelle—no one could convince him otherwise. he gravitated toward her constantly; it was nearly impossible to see noelle without hunter somewhere close by, their fingers laced together, him standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist or his hands resting on her hips, trying to pay attention to everyone else while his whole body seemed determined to focus only on his girlfriend. “gravity can suck it, fuck gravity,” he dismissed with a playful eye roll and a snort. “my science club would probably kill me for saying that though, so this stays between you, me, and ruby,” he added in a conspiratorial whisper, like he had just revealed a classified secret. “you should know that before you met me, i was actually a total fuck boy,” he joked, which was a complete lie—no one had ever really gotten close to clumsy, nerdy hunter before noelle—but he couldn’t help leaning into the bit. the truth was obvious when he climbed up beside her and two seconds later was telling her she was his dream. “singing isn’t really my thing… lip syncing though? i’m the king. but sadly for you, i’m about to sing my heart out. call the voice, i’m competing next season,” he teased with a smirk before starting to sing anyway. the moment felt straight out of a movie, though really it was only because noelle looked so dreamy that hunter paused for a second just to take her in. “wow,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “in this movie the dork is so fucking lucky.” when she squeezed his hand he lifted their joined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of hers. “forget drama movies,” he said warmly. “i like our movie better.” his tone softened as he added, “i wouldn’t forgive myself if i messed it up, noelle.” later, while driving them home, he suddenly laughed. “okay, but i might mess it up after dinner,” he admitted. “i think the food’s going to taste horrid.” he shook his head. “it’s all evie’s fault, by the way. she called me in the middle of lunch talking about bird poop or a broken lift or something, and i got distracted and part of it burned…” he tried to keep a straight face but failed. lowering his voice dramatically he added, “so tonight’s menu: burnt pizza,” attempting a deep batman-like voice that somehow ended up sounding like a strange mix of batman and yoda.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle’s cheeks warmed at his promise about the shutters, and she bent slightly to peck his forehead. “Well, my tall boyfriend does have his uses,” she teased, voice soft but playful. When he knelt at her legs, she threaded her fingers through his hair, leaning down to murmur, “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” before letting out a quiet laugh. “But I love it.” At his comment about her wishes, she tilted her head, eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Really? You mean that?” she asked softly, almost in disbelief. “Because if you say so, I’ll believe it.” She gave him a small squeeze on the shoulder when he stood again. When he joked about the car, she laughed, light and bright. “I think both of those roles suit you both just fine,” she said, nudging him gently. “Ruby doesn’t even know she’s the cool sidekick in your little nerdy fantasy world." He reassured her about Ruby, and she leaned her head into his chest. “Good,” she said softly. “Because no one has anything on you." When he opened the car door, she slid in with a smile, whispering, “My hero,” before letting him kiss her lips. She gave a playful eye roll as he tripped on the sidewalk on the way over to the drive'rs side. “Careful, Batman,” she teased. “I need my superhero in one piece.” Once inside, she reached for the radio, glancing at him with a grin. “Oh, I’ve got to go classic pop princess for this one,” she said, eyes sparkling. “Let’s put on Toxic by Britney Spears.” She laughed softly, a little mischievous, and leaned closer to him. When their hands found each other, she laced her fingers through his, squeezing gently. “I’m exactly where I want to be,” she said, voice quiet but full of joy. “Right here, with you.” She leaned against his shoulder, sunlight in human form even in the dark car, her affection radiating in every word and gesture. As the opening beat of Toxic filled the car, Noelle couldn’t resist. She started softly singing along, her voice sweet and playful, letting the words roll off her tongue with just the right mix of mischief and affection. “Come on, you have to sing this part with me,” she teased, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.

as noelle pointed out the perks of having a tall boyfriend, hunter smiled like that was the only validation he’d ever needed. when she threaded her fingers through his hair while he knelt in front of her, he looked up completely smitten. “i know i am, but it comes with the package, what can i say?” he winked playfully, laughing at himself. at her batman and robin comment, he grinned wider. he was absolutely certain he had chosen the coolest girl alive. “if robin were real, she’d actually be a great best friend. you’d like her,” he continued joking, “but i’d still be batman. i don’t care what she thinks.” he placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “no one has anything on me, promise.” when he opened the car door for her and she rewarded him with a quick kiss, he melted instantly. “your batman,” he repeated in a comically deep voice before closing it. as expected, he tripped slightly on his way to the driver’s seat and laughed it off. “your superhero comes with zero equilibrium.” once the old engine roared to life and they started driving home, he nodded approvingly at her music choice. “britney wrote this about me, you know. i’m the dangerous guy,” he teased. when she squeezed his hand, his expression softened completely. “you’re my dream,” he said quietly, completely in love with her. then, without shame and wildly off-key, he started belting out, “with a taste of your lips, i’m on a ride— you’re toxic, i’m slipping under!” dramatically drumming the steering wheel. “i’m addicted to you!” he sang louder, absolutely butchering it and not caring in the slightest.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle laughed softly, the sound light and a little breathless, cheeks already warm as she looked up at him with that fond, starry-eyed expression she never bothered hiding. She bumped her shoulder into his, tiny and unthreatening, but full of affection. Noelle smiled at that, small and pleased, chin tipping up just a little as she looked at him with bright, affectionate eyes. “Being small does come with its perks,” she said softly, voice warm and teasing. “Like fitting perfectly everywhere." When he kissed her over and over again, she giggled, hands coming up to his chest as if to slow him down, though there was no real protest in her at all. “Hunter,” she said between laughs, voice soft and affectionate, “I'm still at work anyone could see us through the windows." She swatted at him playfully, grinning when he pouted, her heart doing that familiar flutter it always did when he looked at her like that. When she gave him instructions about closing up, she didn’t even notice his tone at first—just smiled up at him, trusting and sweet. “See? Easy,” she said cheerfully. “Lights, shutters, lock up—and then home.” She kissed him again, quick and soft, before darting away with a mischievous grin, clearly pleased with herself. “Not teasing,” she called over her shoulder. “Just motivating. I want us to go home too." When he complained about the lights and called her a goddess, she turned back toward him, striking an exaggerated pose before laughing shyly and hiding her face for half a second. “Stop it,” she said, though she was smiling far too much for it to be convincing. “ As he teased her about the shutters, she crossed her arms and tilted her head, pretending to huff before starting to do the shutters. “Hey,” she protested, amused, “I manage just fine most nights. I just prefer delegating to my very tall, very capable boyfriend if hes around to help." When he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her legs, Noelle’s heart practically melted. She immediately threaded her fingers through his hair, looking down at him like he’d just said the most important thing in the world. At his question about going home, she nodded threading her fingers through his hair. “Yes, please,” she said, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’m tired, my feet hurt and I want food, and I want you.” When he mentioned Ruby, she laughed again, shaking her head with pure affection. “Tell Ruby we’re coming,” she said sweetly. “She’s been very patient.” And as they headed out together, Noelle stayed tucked close to his side, completely, hopelessly in love with every dorky, wonderful part of him. “I feel like Ruby is your other woman,” she teased, though her eyes were bright and amused. “She gets you when I don’t.” She tipped her head to the side, pretending to consider it, then peeked up at him through her lashes. “So… should I be jealous?” Noelle darted narrowed eyes as they slowly approached Hunter's vehicle. "Would you choose her or me?"

as the lights were off and he followed her to help with the shutters, the male smiled. “your tall boyfriend will always help you with those,” he promised. as he knelt and wrapped his arms around her legs, he looked up at her in a way that made her hand thread through his hair. he could hear his sister in his head, telling him how much of a simp he was for kneeling in front of his girlfriend in the middle of a dark street, but he didn’t care. “your wishes will come true, i can promise you that,” he mused, letting her legs go as he stood back up, their height difference showing once more. he smiled when she joked about his car—anyone else would have laughed at the fact that he named it, but she joked the same way he did. his arm wrapped around her shoulders as they walked. “my other woman? that doesn’t sound right,” he mused. “you’re the only woman i need, ruby is more like my robin,” he joked, “and i’m batman,” he added with a grin. when she asked if she should be jealous, he snorted. “i love ruby, but she has nothing on you. no one has anything on you,” he promised, kissing her hair. “if you feel too threatened by ruby, evie is dying for me to get rid of it so she can keep her, so… it’s your call,” he joked. once they reached the car, he opened the door for noelle. “my lady…” he said softly, helping her inside, leaning in to kiss her lips gently before closing the door. as he walked around to the other side, he glanced at her and tripped slightly on the sidewalk, nearly hitting the ground. “i’m good,” he announced automatically, the words he said most throughout his day. once inside the car, he looked at the brunette. “let’s go, my lady,” he mused, starting the engine and driving toward their place. “the radio is all yours,” he added, even if the car was too old to connect her phone. his hand reached for hers, fingers lacing together as he smiled at her, completely smitten.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle watched Hunter move toward her the second she beckoned, and it made her smile in that soft, private way she only ever smiled for him. She slid her hands onto his shoulders the moment he was close enough, fingertips tracing the warm line of muscle there—familiar, home-like, hers. When he dipped his head to meet her, she let their foreheads brush, her voice a hushed, playful murmur. “Mhm," she said, the corner of her mouth curling into a teasing grin. “I think we’ve earned a little… early dismissal.” His amused smile only made her more smug. “When have I not been thinking about going home with you?” she asked sweetly, leaning in as if to kiss him—then pulling back just enough to make it flirty. “You make it very difficult to focus, you know.” She walked away with purpose, fingertips grazing across the shelves as if she needed a prop just to keep her from dragging him out the door immediately. She knew he was behind her—she felt him before she even heard him—and the way he followed her so loyally sent a warm, affection through her chest. Noelle glanced over her shoulder, giving him a look that was both soft and wicked. “Oh, dramatic,” she teased. “You’ll survive. I’ll keep you around. I like you too much.” He caught up and kissed her cheek, and Noelle’s smile softened into something undeniably tender. But then the man kept going—cheek, temple, jaw, neck—each kiss paired with a whisper that made her laugh, a warm, girlish sound that filled the half-closed shop. “Hunter,” she giggled between kisses, swatting at him without real force, “you are going to make this place impossible to close if you don’t behave.” But she didn’t actually want him to stop. And he knew it. When he finally pulled back with that grin of his and asked what to do, Noelle stepped closer again, sliding her hands down his chest. “Well, first you grab the keys from my desk…” she rose on her toes and kissed him, slow and warm, like she already belonged to him. “…and then we head out and you lock the door as quickly as possible." She brushed her nose against his, voice dropping to a soft whisper. “And then you help me close the shutters so we can go home.” Her fingers curled into his shirt as she leaned in closer, eyes bright and flirty. “Because I am very ready to have you to myself.” She took off in a light run—more of a dramatic, girlish dash—her hair bouncing behind her as she hurried toward the light switch like it was some grand finale moment in a movie. Halfway there, she tossed him a grin over her shoulder—bright, teasing, wickedly in love. When she reached the switch, she planted a hand against the wall and spun to face him, striking a pose so over-the-top it against the wall until the room started to fade into darkness and shadows around them both. And Noelle held her pose for one extra second—because she wanted him to see her silhouette like that, dramatic and pretty and just a little ridiculous.

whenever people talked about being in love, hunter was convinced they had nothing on what he felt for noelle. it felt impossible that anyone could love another person the way he loved her. she occupied a space in his mind that no one else could ever touch. "oh, so i make it difficult to focus? that’s exactly what you do to me. the only difference is you don't trip over everything while you're losing your head," he teased, a fond smile on his lips. hunter would follow her to the end of the world if she asked—no hesitation, just pure adoration. "i don't think i’m gonna survive, noelle. this is serious," he said, keeping the drama alive and laughing along with her before deciding to shower her in kisses. he heard his name, but it didn't stop him; he kept going until she playfully swatted at him. he pouted, leaning in for one more kiss while his eyes went mock-sad. "i am behaving. i just happen to have a very kissable girlfriend, which is more than most people can say. i’m just extremely lucky," he joked. his hand slid to her waist as she stepped closer. he felt that familiar warmth spread through his chest the second her hands touched him. if he was being honest, he wasn't even listening to her words; with her this close, it was impossible to focus on anything but her lips. as she kissed him, he pulled her even tighter. "i can do that," he whispered, his voice turning raspy as if she’d just told him something incredibly sexy instead of just giving him instructions on how to close the boutique. "anything you want," he promised. a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "i am so ready for that." he leaned down to kiss her again, needing the contact, but she took off. "you're such a tease, noelle kennedy," he laughed, watching her walk away. her hair, the way she moved—everything was just perfect, ethereal even. he didn't know what he'd done to deserve a view like this. as the lights went out, he saw her strike a pose; she was unbelievable. "you’re driving me crazy, babe," he promised. it took him an extra second to actually move toward the counter for the keys because he was so mesmerized. he laughed at himself as he grabbed them and headed for the door. "i haven't tripped yet, which is a miracle considering my goddess of a girlfriend set a trap by turning off the lights," he joked. "let's close the shutters, please," he chuckled softly. "i need to go hoooome," he added childishly. he reached up to start pulling the shutters down. "how do you even do this every day? you can't reach these," he teased. "maybe you should just call your incredibly tall boyfriend for this from now on." once they were almost down, he knelt on the floor to lock them. while he was down there, he wrapped his arms around noelle’s legs, looking up at her in total awe. "you're so pretty, you know that?" he said, completely smitten. "now, can we go home?" he laughed as he stood back up, their height difference returning to normal. he dug through his pockets and pulled out his keys. "ruby is waiting," he smirked, twirling the keys around his finger. he’d named his jeep; he was just quirky like that.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle felt Hunter’s gaze on her, and it was like the rest of the world had disappeared. Every look, every subtle movement of his eyes over her, made her pulse quicken. She knew he was completely present with her—just as she was with him. She let her fingers trail along his jaw, watching his breath hitch at her touch, knowing just how much control she had over him without saying a word. As she stood, she noticed the pout forming on his lips, the lovesick look he couldn’t hide. It made her heart swell. She moved with ease, confident in her own skin, and felt the subtle pull she had over him, the way he physically responded to her presence. When he admired her boutique, commenting on her space. When she beckoned him closer, she watched him respond instantly, the ease with which he closed the distance between them making her feel both cherished and desired. As his hands brushed her waist, her own hands instinctively rose, resting lightly on his shoulders, enjoying the silent communication of touch. When he whispered, teasing about locking up early and continuing “this”—especially her being on top—her pulse jumped. She could see it in the flicker of his eyes, the subtle tilt of his lips, and she let herself lean in, matching his warmth and softness without a single word, letting their connection speak for itself. "Business can wait, Hunter,” she said softly, letting her fingers linger against his chest. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “I’ll still get clients online.” The warmth in her voice, paired with the subtle sway in her posture, made it clear she was fully present with him—and that, in this moment, he had her complete attention. Noelle started strolling casually around the boutique, her fingers brushing against the shelves as she passed. With a small smirk, she reached for the light switches, clicking them off one by one until the space was dim, shadows stretching across the room. Her eyes gleamed in the soft darkness as she looked back at Hunter. “Besides,” she said, stepping closer, letting the words linger between them, “everyone else gets a happy ending. Why can’t I?” Her smirk hinted at more than just a joke, the innuendo clear in the way her gaze locked on his, daring him to respond.

hunter’s childhood hadn’t been easy — taking care of his sister, his dad being an alcoholic — it had all been heavy, but then he’d been sent an angel, the most perfect girl he could have ever dreamed of. noelle made the impossible feel possible, she made his heart beat in ways he didn’t know it could. he never really said those things out loud, but he thanked whatever lucky star had pushed her into his life. he was utterly in love with her in ways no one would ever really understand, and he didn’t care; he’d follow her anywhere. so when she beckoned him, he had no choice but to go — that was how they worked. her hands on his shoulders, his on her waist, that was a sight hunter would never get tired of. when she leaned closer, he dipped his head down to meet her. “business can wait?” he echoed with a small, amused smile. “oh, so we’re doing this?” he chuckled. “you’re really thinking about closing early just to go home?” he watched her walk away, watched how her fingers brushed along the shelves, and of course he followed her like the lovesick puppy he absolutely was. “you’re going to be the death of me, noelle,” he whispered under his breath. “you’ll have all the happy endings you want,” he promised as he caught up to her, leaning in to kiss her cheek. then, because he was hunter and couldn’t keep certain thoughts to himself, he kept going, kissing her cheek, “a happy ending in—” then her temple, “all the—” then her jaw, “positions you want—” then her neck. the kisses came with laughter, ending up more like playful, laughy kisses than anything serious. “i’ll help you close,” he grinned. “what do i do?”

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle giggled, the sound soft and airy, like it might float away if Hunter didn’t catch it. She tilted her head, letting her smile stretch as she looked up at him with those eyes full of quiet mischief. “Well,” she said, brushing a hand against his chest, “if I’m too needy, it’s only because you’re worth it." She leaned in, her laughter mingling with his, and pressed her forehead against his. Noelle reached up, brushing her fingers along his jawline, playful but deliberate. “Honestly… you’re a complete dork sometimes,” she whispered, her lips quirking into that smile that always made his heart skip, “yet I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Not one thing.” She giggled again, leaning into him with a soft nudge. Noelle pushed herself up from where she’d been leaning against Hunter, standing tall for a moment as her eyes roamed over the stock cupboard. A soft, contented smile curved her lips, the kind that made her look dreamy and completely in love at once. “I can’t believe this is my life,” she said, voice low and full of wonder. She took a slow step closer to him, letting her gaze linger on the shelves, then back at Hunter. “My boutique, my boyfriend, my own space." Her fingers brushed against his arm, warm and playful. “I mean… seriously,” she added with a giggle, eyes sparkling, “how did I get so lucky?” Noelle took a few playful steps backward, her eyes never leaving Hunter’s. She lifted a finger, curling it in that unmistakable beckoning gesture, and flashed him a cheeky grin that made her whole face light up. “Shall I lock up early so we can go home?” she teased, her voice lilting with mischief. Her tone was flirty, full of warmth, and entirely her—playful, in love, and completely at ease with him.

hunter’s gaze lingered on noelle like she was the only person who existed — and for him, she was. every smile, every subtle brush of her hand against his chest felt like gravity pulling him closer. “you’re needy because i’m worthy?” he teased softly, raising a brow, still unable to grasp how someone like her had fallen for someone like him. her fingers trailed along his jaw and his breath hitched — her touch always had that effect, like she could stop time with a single motion. “sometimes?” he echoed under his breath, voice low, eyes tracing her face like he was memorizing her all over again. “i’m glad you don’t want me to change — though you should’ve said that two months into dating,” he added with a faint grin, “the free trial period’s definitely over.” when she stood up, he couldn’t help but pout, watching her with that same lovesick expression that always gave him away. the way she moved, confident and glowing, made his chest ache in the best way. “this is your life,” he murmured, smiling as he took in the sight of her in her boutique. “you’re really lucky. i mean, the shop, your own space… though your boyfriend’s way too clumsy to fit in here without breaking something.” he chuckled softly. “i ask myself every single day how you ended up with me.” when she beckoned him closer, he rose, crossing the space between them easily. his hands slid to her waist, thumbs brushing over the fabric of her dress. “you could lock up early,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “i wouldn’t complain. though…” his tone softened, eyes flicking to hers, “are you sure that’d be good for business?” his voice dropped to a whisper, warm and low, “because i wouldn’t mind continuing this — especially the part where you were sitting on top of me.”

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle’s cheeks warmed instantly at his words, and she tucked herself closer against him, as if his chest was the safest place in the world. Her giggle was soft, almost musical, as she wiggled her nose up at him. “I'm your lighthouse?” she teased, voice laced with affection, eyes sparkling like she was already lost in him. “That’s so cheesy, Hunter… but I love it. You always say the cutest things." Her fingers traced lazy little shapes along his chest, her touch feather-light, almost ticklish. She tilted her head up, lips brushing against his jaw before whispering in a playful, breathy tone, “You know I’d never let you fall either, right? I’d try my best to catch you - no matter if I ended getting hurt in the process.'” A little giggle bubbled out of her, warm and adoring, before she kissed him again—quick, sweet, and smiley. Pulling back just slightly, she gazed at him with that soft, starry-eyed look that was reserved only for him. “I love you more, Hunter.” Noelle let out a little dramatic sigh as she wrapped her arms around him, snuggling into his chest before tilting her head up at him with the biggest, poutiest bottom lip she could muster. Her wide eyes shimmered, equal parts playful and longing. “I think I work too much sometimes…” she murmured softly, her tone dripping with that cutesy sweetness he knew so well. “It's stupid that I have to sneak into my work back room just to make out with my boyfriend.” She gave his shirt a gentle tug as if to emphasise the ache in her words, then let a mischievous little smile tug at the corners of her pout. "Maybe I should just lock you in here for my entertainment.” She gave a little giggle after, nuzzling into his neck like she was trying to hide her blush, but her words lingered in the air—teasing, flirty, and just a touch bold.

hunter didn’t usually have a filter—except when he worked. with the kids and teens whose lives weren’t easy, he knew how to hold back before insulting their parents for hurting them, maybe because he saw too much of himself in their pain. but with noelle, every comment slipped out unfiltered—always cheesy, always in love. “it’s true, don’t call me crazy—when i’m saying something this true, it’s probably written in the bible or something,” he chuckled. the way she looked at him made his chest ache in the best way, so full he couldn’t believe he’d gotten her. “you’d probably do a better job keeping me from falling, but that’s just because i’m pretty sure i have two left feet,” he admitted with a grin. “but it’s cute to think you could catch an ex-football player when you’re so tiny.” not that his football career had been much—mostly warming the bench while romeo, kyle, and harrison played—but the title still counted, even if he’d been more of a twink back then. still, he’d never believe someone like noelle was his. when she said she loved him more, he shook his head—impossible. “you work too much,” he murmured, staring at her like she was the most precious thing in his world—because she was. “people think sneaking around is adventurous, look at us being adventurous,” he laughed. then her words made him raise his brows. “you want to lock me here?” he teased. “i think you’re just too needy.” his large hand cupped the back of her neck as he pressed his lips to hers, melting into the kiss and pulling her impossibly closer.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle Kennedy had always known Hunter was different. Not in the way most people meant it—he wasn’t “weird” or “awkward” the way they sometimes said. To her, he was just... Hunter. A little chaotic, yes, and maybe a bit too obsessed with caped superheroes and film trivia, but all of that only made him more him. And she adored him for it. She saw through all the things he thought might made him unlovable—the nerdiness, the self-deprecating jokes, the clumsy limbs. She didn't see a freak or a guy who struggled with girls. She saw the heart underneath it all. The one that lit up every time he made her laugh, or when he caught her looking at him like he hung the stars. From the outside, he might’ve looked like the one falling hardest, but Noelle knew the truth. She’d fallen too. Harder than she expected. The way he rambled about movies like they were life-or-death debates? She could listen for hours. “Twilight is objectively terrible,” she said matter-of-factly, just to mess with him. Then, softening, she added, “But watching it with you makes it bearable. Almost.” The way he pretended to be scandalised made her laugh so hard she had to bury her face in his shoulder. She loved that he didn’t try to hide any part of himself. He was a goofball, dramatic in the best kind of way, and endlessly sincere. And when he grinned at her, all bright-eyed and boyish, it was impossible not to melt a little. “You’re the worst,” she murmured into his collarbone, but it came out sounding a lot like I love you too much. She never had the nerve to say those things in big, bold declarations like Hunter did — but in her own way, she said them all the time. In moments like those—her arms around him, his laugh in her ear, kisses pressed to his jaw as he tried not to trip over himself—Noelle felt weightless. Like she was part of something real. Like the world was suddenly easier to exist in just because he was in it too. When he picked her up so casually, she didn’t feel nervous. She felt safe. Because clumsy or not, Hunter would never let her fall—not really. And even when he fumbled with doors or nearly tripped over display racks, he always laughed through it. And so did she. Noelle loved every part of their messy, chaotic kind of love. The little couch in the back? She hadn’t known he’d bought it for her back at the start. But the second she saw it—the quiet little corner for her breaks - he’d thought about just for her—it hit her in that soft spot in her chest again. And when he sat with her on his lap, all warmth and jokes and genuine affection, she didn’t need anything fancy or perfect. Hunter made her feel like she already had everything. Like she belonged exactly where she was. Noelle grinned at him, eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. “Honestly, Hunter,” she teased, “it’s beyond me sometimes that I’m not covered in little bruises from you walking into everything when I’m in your arms.” She gave his one arm a gentle squeeze and smirked, settling into his lap as her hands pressed against the front of his chest. Noelle laughed softly. “Thank God I keep everything tidy, huh?” she said with a teasing smile, eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. “Otherwise, I don’t know how you’d survive without me."

hunter could be clumsy, maybe even born with two left feet, but one thing he’d never do was let noelle fall. she was his everything, his whole world revolved around her, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. he’d always been weird, a bit of a freak, but she never seemed to care—she laughed with him, never made him feel like he should shut up for talking too much, and she even let him ramble through movies. at least to hunter, it felt like she liked it, like the movie was better with his commentary, and that was all he needed. all hunter needed to be happy was noelle—if she was there, his days were brighter, his shitty past didn’t matter, because why be sad when the sun was smiling at you in the form of a tiny, short, brunette star who had once agreed to be his girlfriend? sitting on the couch with her curled up in his lap, hunter thought there wasn’t a better view in the world. at her playful words, he rolled his eyes. “it’s not my fault i’m clumsy,” he pouted, “or maybe you’re just too perfect to be covered in bruises.” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, grinning. “thank god you like it tidy, but mostly thank god i have you—i’d probably be dead without you, you’re like my lighthouse.” his gaze softened, crooked smile in place as he leaned in to kiss her, one big hand sliding around her waist to pull her closer, the other finding the back of her neck. a soft hum slipped from him, melting into the kiss before he whispered against her lips, “god, i love you.”

#ft. noelle kennedy

When Noelle met Hunter, it had felt like something inside her quietly clicked into place. She wasn’t sure how he did it—how he managed to be so loud and chaotic and utterly himself without ever making her feel too small or too much. He had this way of loving that was loud in the sweetest ways—jokes, flowers, late-night messages just to tell her he missed her. And while he made everything feel like a game sometimes, Noelle knew how real his heart was. How deeply he cared. He showed it in the way his eyes softened when she laughed, in how he always made sure she was okay without making her feel fragile. Just seeing the way he looked at her when she was perched on the counter, legs swinging, made her blush. Every single time. And the worst part? He knew it. She giggled when he stuck his tongue out, shaking her head like she was trying to stay composed, but her smile betrayed her. “You're so dramatic,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper as his hands pulled her closer. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, like her body already knew this was where she felt safest. “And for the record,” she added, pretending to be stern, “your movie choices are terrible sometimes.” But her grin betrayed her again—because she loved those nights, loved hearing his commentary more than the movies themselves. When he kissed her, and that familiar little hum escaped from him, she felt her heart twist in the best way. She rested her forehead against his afterward, eyes half-lidded, breath a little uneven. His words made her laugh—soft and flustered—and she ducked her head against his shoulder as if to hide the heat blooming across her cheeks. “Supersuit, seriously?” she whispered, voice muffled in the crook of his neck. But her arms tightened around his neck anyway, and when he offered to carry her, she bit her lip, heart pounding. “I mean… if you promise not to run into anything,” she mumbled, grinning even as her cheeks flushed again. Then, quieter, barely audible: “Yeah. Let’s go.” And just before he could move, her voice caught again—more breath than sound—as she added, “But only if you do keep kissing me." Noelle’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. She leaned in closer, breath warm against Hunter’s skin, a shy but daring smile tugging at her lips. Without warning, she started peppering his face with quick, playful kisses—his forehead, the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth—each one soft and full of teasing affection. “I’m going to be a distraction every step,” she whispered, voice low and a little breathless, fingers threading through his hair. “Just saying. Call this payback.”

hunter was a nerd, a freak, the list was long. he had great friends and used to play football at university with the guys he now considered his best friends... but when it came to girls, he had no luck—until he met noelle. she was perfection wrapped in the prettiest smile and the most beautiful eyes. he fell head over heels for the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. and she wasn’t just pretty—no, she was the sweetest, kindest person he'd ever laid eyes on. he couldn't love noelle more than he already did, but somehow, he fell for her a little more every single day. it was impossible not to, not when she was an actual angel. and the best part? she loved him back. she liked when he talked about movies, she laughed at his references and dumb comments, and he didn’t have to pretend or tone himself down. he could just be hunter—the simp, the guy who would absolutely take a bullet for the love of his life. the lois lane to his superman, even if he was more of a batman guy. “i’m not dramatic, i’m just really fun,” he pointed out, grinning as she wrapped her legs around him. “my movie choices aren’t terrible, are you telling me batman is a bad movie? star wars? twilight?” he gasped. “you, noelle kennedy, are going to break my heart,” he joked. the way she hid her face against his shoulder after they kissed, blushing like that, made his heart race in the best way. those little moments made him feel alive. he’d been joking about the suit, but her reaction made it all worth it. “i can’t promise not running into things—gravity loves me and wants me falling constantly—but i’ll try to keep you safe, even if it doesn’t exactly go to plan,” he said, laughing. when she agreed to let him take her to the back, he smiled and picked her up from the counter, both hands on her bum to keep her steady. “we’re totally ending up in the er,” he muttered as she started peppering his face with kisses. walking was already hard for hunter and his two left feet, but noelle’s kisses made it even worse. he tried to walk steady, dodging dress racks and avoiding walls. “this isn’t payback, it’s a one-way ticket to the hospital wrapped in cute kisses that turn me on,” he chuckled. as they reached the back door, he reached out to open it and, of course, failed the first time. it took him a second try before he got it open. “i feel like i deserve a medal for not dropping you,” he grinned. he scanned the room until he spotted the little couch—nothing fancy, just something he’d ordered for her to nap on during lunch breaks when the store was closed. it wasn’t big enough for him—his feet would definitely hang off the edge—but noelle was tiny, and it was perfect for her. he walked over, sat down carefully, and now she was on his lap like she belonged there.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle had never met anyone like Hunter. He was chaotic sunshine wrapped in comic book references and unexpected flowers, the kind of boy who could make her laugh when she felt like crying, who never let her sit in silence too long without leaning over to say something ridiculous just to get a smile out of her. She knew the happy-go-lucky attitude wasn’t always the full picture—she’d seen the quiet stress behind his eyes, the way he flinched when certain topics came up, the softness in his voice when he talked about his sister. But she also knew how hard he loved. How loyal he was. And how, somehow, he always made her feel like the most special person in the world. Even now, with his usual goofy grin and his over-the-top speech about their fictional kingdom of dorks, she couldn’t stop smiling. Noelle giggled, her legs swinging gently as she sat on the counter, arms folded as she tried to keep a straight face. “You’re right,” she said seriously, playing along. “It’s a dark time for nerdkind. Without our reign, chaos would spread through the land. Our people deserve better,” she said, nodding solemnly, before her smile broke through again. “Long live the dorks, and you, the leader of the dork world." He always circled back to her, like a magnet—door locked, and then suddenly between her legs, right where he belonged. She leaned in as he spoke again, his grin melting her all over again.“Boring, huh?” she echoed, eyebrow lifting. “You mean peaceful? Quiet? Chaos-free?” But she was already smiling as he pulled her closer by the hips. Her fingers looped around his shirt instinctively, grounding herself in the warmth of him. "I don't know what I would do without you, Hunter. I’d probably miss the guy who makes me watch terrible sci-fi movies from the 90s and quotes them at 3am.” Then he kissed her, soft and familiar, and Noelle felt that hum escape his chest like it always did—a little sound she never teased him about, because it made her feel like he meant it every single time. She pulled back with a small smile, catching the surprised little pout on his lips and the way his brows drew together like he was personally offended by the distance. “Mm-hm,” she murmured, hand gently cupping the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair. Noelle burst out laughing, dropping her forehead to his shoulder for a second as her body shook with amusement. “Oh my god,” she said between giggles, “I can’t believe you just quoted Twilight to me right now.” She leaned back just enough to meet his gaze again, her eyes soft, teasing. “You’re such a nerd.” Then, brushing a quick kiss against his nose, she added gently: “But you’re my nerd and I wouldn't have you any other way." Slowly, her arms slid around his neck, fingers brushing the back of his hair, and her legs followed—crossing around his waist without a word, pulling him in, closer. Her heart pounded as she leaned her forehead lightly against his, eyes fluttering shut for a second like she needed a breath before she could even look at him. When she did, her cheeks were already pink. “You, um…” she started, then gave a tiny laugh, nose scrunching just a little. “You make it really hard to think straight when you're this close.”

when hunter met noelle, everything started to make sense. she didn’t judge him for his comments or the way he was—she seemed to genuinely like him for who he was, and there wasn’t a better way for hunter to express that than by joking around and buying her flowers. that was how he showed he cared—he loved her with his whole soul. seeing her happy was what kept hunter grounded; he didn’t need anything else. if noelle was happy, he was happy, even if that was sometimes hard when it came to his family. to hunter, there was no one more important than noelle—she was his everything. he loved how they could play and joke together. just seeing her small frame and swinging legs while she sat on the counter made his heart beat faster. he didn’t know how she did it, but she made him fall in love all over again every time he looked at her. an amused smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she called him the leader of the dork world. “when did i become the king of dorking?” he asked with a playful smirk. “no, i meant boring,” he added, sticking his tongue out in response to her teasing. his hands pulled her closer, her legs wrapping around him, and to him, that was happiness in its purest form. “excuse you, i’ve made you watch really good movies,” he grinned, “it’s not my fault you don’t like george lucas’s world and art,” he added, trying to keep a straight face but failing as he laughed. when their lips met, that soft, familiar hum escaped his throat—it wasn’t something he could control. it had never happened to him before noelle. before her, kissing someone at a random party was just that—random. he was a dork dressed as a football player, and when the uniform came off, the dork underneath wasn’t what people wanted. but noelle did. “what? it’s a really good bad movie,” he shrugged, “i’m your nerd,” he added with a smile. being there with her—in the quiet, warm silence, her arms and legs wrapped around him, their foreheads pressed together—that was happiness. hunter was truly happy. “why would you want to think straight? we have...” he glanced at her phone. “twelve minutes. you don’t have to think straight, the time’s still ticking,” he teased, lowering his head to kiss her neck. “please, can i keep kissing you? maybe not here but... what if we go to the back room and i show you the supersuit under my clothes?” he smirked, “i’m joking—but do you wanna go to the back? i can carry you. not kiss you at the same time or i’ll bump into something, but i think i can focus enough to get us there in one piece.”

#ft. noelle kennedy

To Noelle, Hunter was everything—her grounding force, the one who made her world brighter with each passing moment. She didn’t need grand gestures or fancy things, she just needed him—his laughter, his affection, the way he made her feel like the most important person in the room. He had a way of making the mundane feel magical, and she adored it. Noelle was fully aware that what they shared wasn’t what everyone else expected or understood, but that didn’t matter. When Hunter smiled at her, when he called her his queen of the dorks, it was more than enough. She loved that part of him, the goofy, carefree, playful side that never took itself too seriously. "Well, if I’m queen of the dorks," she teased back, her eyes lighting up with affection, "I guess you’re stuck with me, huh?" She laughed lightly, leaning into him with the comfort that only Hunter could bring. His goofy smile and easy charm had a way of making everything feel right in her world. He was her home, and she was his. She wasn’t just in love with the way Hunter looked at her or the silly jokes he cracked; it was the way he understood her in ways no one else ever had. As he began to make his way over to flip the sign, Noelle watched with an amused glint in her eyes. She couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous and endearing he was, how he could turn a simple task into something fun. When he returned and made his silly joke about the "Hunter Games," she laughed again, unable to hold back the fondness that bubbled up inside her. "You’re ridiculous," she said with a grin, her voice full of affection. "But I wouldn’t have it any other way." Hunter wasn’t just her boyfriend; he was her person, her partner in all things. And as she leaned in to kiss him once more, Noelle couldn’t help but think that, no matter what life threw at them, everything was going to be okay as long as she had him by her side. As Hunter leaned in to kiss her, Noelle melted into the moment, her eyes fluttering closed. But just as their lips met, she caught the familiar sound—a soft, almost subconscious hum that Hunter always did when they kissed. It made her pull back just slightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with affection and amusement. "You’re humming again," she giggled, a playful grin tugging at her mouth. "You always do that." It wasn’t something he’d ever done intentionally, she knew that. Without breaking eye contact, Noelle cupped the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair at the nape of his neck. The touch was soft at first, just the lightest brushing of her fingers against his skin, but it was enough to send a spark of warmth through her. "So, is your hum like… a primal animal noise just for me?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with playful humor.

noelle came into hunter's life when he was at his lowest. his family situation had never been good, not after his mom left, but having a younger sister to take care of at such an early age and a dad who could barely get up from the sofa because he was always drunk had never been easy. then noelle showed up. she lit up his world again. there was something about her—that smile that made him realize things weren't as bad as they could be. because even if hunter was always bubbly, happy, and goofy on the outside, deep down he was stressed, even if he never showed it. but since he started dating noelle, that creeping feeling had faded. hunter loved noelle with everything he had. there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her, and he liked to show it—getting her flowers or sweets or just showing up unannounced to be there for her. "yes, we're in charge of the dork kingdom, we need to be together, if not, all our subdorks will not survive in a world full of cool people who play football and don't read comics, it's a difficult time for our people, noelle," he kept joking, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "so, don't just do it for me, do it for our people," he added, trying to sound solemn, but he ended up laughing. he couldn't help it—being serious was hard for him. as hunter walked back to her, like he always did after closing the door, he made his way between noelle’s legs as she sat on the counter. "your life would be really boring if you didn’t have me, wouldn’t it? who would make you watch bad movies or constantly quote them? you’d be bored," he said with a grin. he joked about it, but deep down he didn’t know what he’d do without her. the thought of noelle realizing she could do better terrified him. she totally could—she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and not just that, she was sweet, caring, and loving. who wouldn’t want someone like her in their life? noelle was everything to hunter. as he leaned in to kiss her, his hands found her hips, pulling her close until only the counter kept them apart. and like always, that familiar hum escaped him without meaning to. it just happened whenever he kissed her. when she pulled back, he blinked, caught off guard, eyebrows furrowing slightly as his lips stayed in a pout—he definitely hadn’t planned on stopping. "i was, wasn’t i?" he laughed nervously, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck. when her hand cupped the back of his head, he instinctively leaned into her touch. her playful question made him grin. "maybe?" he said, smiling. "if we were werewolves, i would’ve imprinted on you," he nodded, tossing in another movie reference. "and i’d show up like, noelle, where the hell have you been, loca?" he added with a laugh.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle couldn’t help but smile at the way Hunter always made her feel so cherished, so adored. The way he looked at her, with so much love in his eyes, made her heart swell every time. Being around him was the easiest thing in the world, and every day she woke up knowing she had made the best decision by choosing him, just as he had chosen her. When Hunter repeated her playful words, her eyes twinkled with amusement. Hunter’s dorkiness was one of the many things she loved about him—his charm and wit were always wrapped up in little details that reminded her how much she was always on his mind. The flowers, the little gestures of love, the way he put so much thought into her - it was everything she could ever ask for. His attention to the small things made her feel truly special. Noelle couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head in affection as she gazed up at Hunter. “You’re such a dork, Hunter,” she teased, her voice warm with fondness. The way he always made her smile without even trying was one of her favorite things about him. She reached up to cup his cheek, her eyes softening as she added, “I love you so much.” As she glanced over at the counter and noticed the never-ending list of appointments and brides, Noelle knew just how hard she worked every day. But she also knew Hunter would never shy away from helping her. She wasn’t surprised when he offered to help her out. His closeness made her heart race, and the way he pulled her in tighter was exactly what she needed. Her breath hitched when he kissed her forehead, his words soft but sure. Reluctantly, she let him go, but not before feeling his hands linger on her waist for just a second longer. It was like he never wanted to let her go, and the feeling was mutual. Noelle grinned, the playful glint in her eyes lighting up as she spoke. "Go and spin that little sign around for fifteen minutes," she said, crossing her arms and giving him a mischievous smile. "Work can wait. I’ll take my break now and have some Hunter time." Noelle hopped up onto the counter with a playful grin, her movements light and easy as she made herself comfortable. She pulled her phone from her pocket and set a timer, holding it up with a mock-serious expression. "Time’s ticking, Hunter," she said with a teasing smile. "Go, be quick and turn it around to close. Fifteen minutes... 59 seconds, 58 seconds, 57 seconds." She watched him with a raised eyebrow, her voice dripping with playful challenge. "Better get moving".

to hunter, noelle was everything he needed to live. it was as simple as that, maybe he’d need his sister around too, but that was it—he didn’t need to be rich, didn’t need a job where he earned millions or the biggest house. he just needed the petite brunette, the girl who made his days feel worth living. maybe it was crazy, maybe people would say it wasn’t healthy to give your whole heart to someone like that, but that’s just how it worked for him—if noelle was happy, then he was happy. and knowing she loved the little things—the flowers, showing up unexpectedly just to be near her—why would he ever stop? it wasn’t possible. he wanted to see her at all times. to him, noelle was the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on, but it wasn’t just her beauty that drew him in—it was her sweetness, the passion she poured into everything, the way she just seemed to understand him. she was perfect. "i am, i’m the king of the dorks, but... that makes you queen of the dorks, noelle," he teased, a goofy smile tugging at his lips. "bam, now i’m not alone being a dork," he joked. some people would’ve called him childish, always referencing movies or superheroes, but noelle never did. she seemed to like it, or at least she never made him feel weird about it. when she called him a dork, it never sounded like an insult—if anything, it was hers, her dork, and he’d never mind being that. "oh, and i love you more," he promised, looking down at her. he could joke about a million things, but he’d never play around with those three words. hunter loved her, and there was no point pretending he didn’t—he was totally wrapped around her little finger. as he noticed her glancing over at the notebook, he waited, his hands resting on her waist, a soft amused smile on his lips. "oh, i love hunter time," he chuckled, reluctantly letting her go as she walked over to the counter and hopped up so effortlessly. when she mentioned time ticking, he made his way over. "yes yes, the sign," he nodded, nearly tripping over his own feet as he changed direction too fast. "i’m good," he announced, quickly flipping the little sign. "i’m moving, i’m moving," he added, finally making his way back to her. "let the hunter games begin, and may the odds be in your favour," he joked, before cupping her cheeks with his large hands and leaning in to kiss her sweetly, unconsciously humming against her lips like he always did—he just couldn’t help it.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle couldn't help but smile at the playful energy Hunter always brought into the room. It was impossible to ignore the way he adored her—it was written all over his face, in every little thing he did. His affection was loud and bright, just like him, and she couldn't get enough of it. When he pouted at her, her heart melted. Noelle laughed softly as she glanced at Hunter, a playful glint in her eyes. "You know," she said, her tone teasing, "I think I have Hunter vision." She winked at him, loving the confused look on his face. "I just know when you're around. I can feel your energy, even before I hear you or see you. It’s like you’re a walking signal, and I’m the receiver." Hunter was loud, yes, but she wouldn’t have him any other way. She was so used to the sound of his voice that it made her feel at home. When he mentioned the flowers, she could see the softness in his smile, the way his eyes softened just for her. "I’m the luckiest girl in the world." Noelle always felt special when Hunter gave her those small gestures, and the flowers were no exception. When he tugged her closer, she melted into his touch. "I like when you remind me," she said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. The feeling of being so cared for was something she treasured deeply. She would never get use to it. As he teased her about being “booked and busy,” Noelle rolled her eyes playfully. "I am busy, babe, look at my full notebook over there." she said with a laugh. But her heart warmed when he said he wanted to spend the afternoon with her. "I’ll gladly take you up on that offer," she added, feeling lighter just by being in his presence. When his fingers brushed her skin, goosebumps erupted all over her body, and she couldn’t suppress the smile that followed. "Oh, you’re so much trouble," she teased, her voice laced with affection. "I can’t even think about getting any work done when you’re around." Noelle raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Hunter. "Wait a second," she said, her voice light and curious, "you really want me to shut the shop down? Just like that?" She tilted her head, a playful challenge in her gaze. "You think you can just stroll in here and convince me to drop everything for you?" She crossed her arms, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. "Or are you just trying to distract me with your charming flirting? Because, spoiler alert, it’s working."

hunter lived to give his undivided attention to noelle. when they met, it was like he had finally realized his purpose in life. he adored her, and choosing to love her every day was the easiest and best decision he had ever made. seeing her smile, watching her with so much love in his eyes—nothing made him happier. at her playful words, he tilted his head, amused. "hunter vision, huh?" he echoed, glancing down at the tiny girl with a smirk. "you can feel my energy, or—" he paused, chuckling, "you can hear me tripping every damn time on that trap you call a step." his grin widened as he kept going. "it's like a signal, then. but we should call it a batsignal. except it works the other way around—i'm batman, and you see my signal whenever i show up. it’s cooler that way." hunter was a bit of a dork, and he couldn’t help it. he loved having those little details with noelle, those small reminders that she was always in his mind. buying her flowers at least once a week wasn’t even a question—his girl deserved the world for putting up with him every single day. when she mentioned being busy, he glanced over at the counter, eyes narrowing at the notebook filled with notes and appointments. he was too far to read them, but he already knew her schedule was packed with brides and families coming to find the dress for their big day. if anyone was smart, they’d pick noelle—she not only had the most beautiful dresses he’d ever seen, but she also treated everyone with so much care that they’d never regret their decision. "put me to work, miss kennedy," he said with a grin. when she called him trouble and teased that she couldn’t get anything done when he was around, he simply shrugged, feigning innocence. "oopsie," he said, his playful smirk never fading. her reaction to his teasing made him pull her even closer, enjoying the way she fit perfectly against him. "not working hard enough," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "your little shop is still open." reluctantly, he let her go, though his hands lingered on her waist for a second longer. "tell me what to do, noelle. i promise i’ll try not to fuck things up," he mused, giving her a lopsided grin. "actually, don’t even bother—just tell me, 'hunter, lock the door and flip the sign to closed,' and i’ll do it." he paused, then added with a smirk, "actually, you know what? i’ll do it anyway."

#ft. noelle kennedy

✧ past decisions ✧

“then who is it for?” she challenged. “dad? he’s trying, hunter. i know it’s not perfect, but he wants to be better. and me? i’ll be fine. you taught me how to be.” hunter sat there, staring at his sister—this stubborn, brilliant kid who had every reason to crumble under the weight of their lives but never did. “i just don’t know if i can do both,” he admitted after a moment, she shrugged. “so don’t do it alone.” and somehow, those words hit him harder than anything else. because yeah, he’d been doing everything alone for years. he never let anyone in, never asked for help. but maybe it didn’t have to be that way forever. his sister wasn’t done, though. she tilted her head at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes now. “besides,” she added, leaning her elbow on the table, “if you’re so in love with this girl you’ve been talking to—” at her words, hunter groaned immediately, dropping his head onto the table. “oh my god, we are not talking about this.” hunter shook his head. “we are talking about this,” she said, grinning now. “i see the way you check your phone. the way you try not to smile when you get a text. and if you want to get married one day, you kinda need a degree, big brother. girls don’t fall for college dropouts who can’t even afford an apartment.” hunter lifted his head just enough to glare at her. “that’s not how it works.” hunter mused, “oh, it’s how it works,” she teased, tapping her pencil against her chin. “also, you definitely can’t drop out of the football team either. who’s gonna warm the bench for them if you leave?” hunter scoffed, but a laugh slipped through. “first of all, rude.” hunter started, knowing he hadn't played a single minute since the season started. “it’s the truth,” she said sweetly. hunter shook his head, sighing, but the weight in his chest felt a little lighter. maybe she was right. maybe he didn’t have to give up everything. maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make it work.

#ft. his sister #* self para

Noelle’s cheeks flushed a soft pink at his teasing, her heart fluttering in her chest. She was so in love with Hunter—his goofy, clumsy self just made her adore him even more. She giggled softly at his playful accusation, her voice light and bubbly. “Well, maybe I do have super hearing, but it’s just for you,” she teased, giving him a mischievous wink. “I always know when you're being extra loud, silly.” When he closed the distance between them and kissed her, Noelle melted. Her heart did that little flip it always did when his lips touched hers. She pulled away a little too soon, but only because her face felt like it might burst from the happiness rushing through her. Her eyes softened as she looked at him, her fingers grazing the flowers petals in his hands. “Hunter, you’re such a goof,” she said, smiling up at him with that affectionate sparkle in her eyes. “You know I don’t need reminders of how amazing you are.” She laughed lightly, but her voice was warm and loving. “But… you’re still the best boyfriend ever,” she added, her heart overflowing with affection. Noelle took the flowers from him, feeling all giddy inside. She reached up to kiss him on the cheek, her voice soft and sincere. “I'm booked and busy. How’s the handsomest guy in the world doing?” she asked, her smile wide and sweet. She meant it, too—no one in the world could compare to Hunter in her eyes. Not a single person. She leaned into him, feeling perfectly content in his arms, her thoughts drifting only to him. Nothing else mattered when she was with him. Her fingers climbed up his chest as she looked up at him. "Good, I hope? Maybe even better now he's seen me?"

anyone could tell how much hunter loved noelle—there was no room for doubt. he only had eyes for his girlfriend, and he would do anything for her. hearing her laugh was music to his ears. people called him a simp, and honestly, he couldn’t deny it. "aw, just for me?" he pouted, his tone playful. "it's not my fault you still have that little step," he teased. hunter was loud—everyone knew when he walked into a room, mostly because his coordination wasn’t the best. "i’m certainly not a goof. who would these flowers be for if not my girlfriend?" he asked, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he would never dream of giving flowers to anyone but noelle. when she told him she didn’t need a reminder of how amazing he was, hunter couldn't help but tug her closer with his free arm. "i like when you remind me," he grinned as she took the flowers and kissed his cheek. "booked and busy? yeah, sure, that's why there's no one inside," he teased. "i don’t know what he's doing, but i finished work, and i want to spend my afternoon with you—and whatever chore you tell me to do." his smile was easy, warm. as her fingers trailed up his chest, goosebumps followed in their wake. "oh, i’m so much better now," he smirked. "in fact, i feel like i’m not going to let you work. i’ll be annoying. i won’t let you go." he mused before suddenly deciding, "actually, you know what? i’m not asking. it’s happening. close the shop, noelle," he joked, his grin widening.

#ft. noelle kennedy

Noelle was just a few steps away, going through her dress designs, when she heard the familiar sound of Hunter stumbling at the entrance. She couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at her lips as she quickly appeared, watching him try (and fail) to play it cool after his little trip. His yelp had given him away before he could even attempt to recover, but Noelle’s heart melted at the sight of him, bouquet in hand and that playful grin spreading across his face. "I heard you yelping, Hunt. Smooth moves, mister," Noelle teased, her eyes sparkling as she leaned back against the counter with a teasing smirk. But her eyes softened the moment he closed the distance between them, his hand finding her hip as he leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was brief but sweet, and Noelle couldn't help but giggle as she pulled back slightly. Then, her gaze dropped to the flowers, her heart warming as he offered them to her. “For me?” she whispered, a soft smile blooming across her face as she accepted the bouquet. “Why are you so cute? Showing up at my work with flowers and making a big enough entrance to pull my attention away from these designs." She raised an eyebrow, teasing but clearly touched. "You really know how to make my day, don't you?"

as his girlfriend walked closer, he realized he’d been louder than he meant to be. not that it was surprising—he was clumsy, and everyone around him knew it. he’d been reminded of it a million times, even by his little sister, who had him saved in her phone as clumsy. "you might be a werewolf," he teased, eyes narrowing playfully. "i wasn’t even that loud, and yet here you are. you’ve got super hearing, and you never told me?" before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. he hummed against her mouth, but when she pulled away too soon for his liking, he raised an eyebrow. still, he let her go—reluctantly. "of course, i bought them for your grandma," he joked, shaking his head as he held out the bouquet. "but then i was like, no, noelle will like them better." his smirk softened slightly as he added, "because i’m the best boyfriend on earth, and i need to remind you so you don’t leave me for men who are hotter than me." he was joking, but deep down, the thought lingered. noelle and his sister were the most important people in his life—he couldn't lose either of them. "i know you pretty well, kennedy," he smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist as he finally handed her the flowers. "so, how’s the prettiest woman doing?"

#ft. noelle kennedy

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