[noah-stevens-blog]

think you and the other noah will get back together?

“Well nonnie, we were never really together before. We were just sort of sleeping and rooming together. But I don’t know. I don’t know if he would even want be in a relationship with me to begin with.” 

@queensnoah

[noah-stevens-blog]

What do you like the most about your job?

“I like being able to help people and I like being able to educate people about their own wellness.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

milesjsullivan‌:

“Not exactly.” He replied with an amicable smile; Jesus, this whole nice-guy facade could be quite taxing. “A bar and a nice bottle of beer or two would be splendid enough for me. But I’m pretty much down for anything.” Miles did his best to memorize as much as he could, the place, where his room was located, just incase he needed to return for some more good ol’ messing around, incase this one went seamlessly. So far, this bloke sounded quite warm to him, oblivious, to his delight. “You work at the hospital? That’s pretty freaking interesting. In what department? I kind of wanted to be a surgeon when I was a kid. I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to be in the operating room, working with the best of the best.” Dissecting bodies, but that would be a bit far-fetched, and he didn’t want to rouse suspicion yet. “Oh, and I’m Miles. Sullivan. I don’t live here, sadly. Just visiting a friend earlier. Nice to meet you, though, Noah.” 

“I could go for a beer or two. Take me to your favorite place to go and it’s a date.” Noah stopped for a second, realizing what he had said and blinked a couple of times. “I mean not a date...just two guys going out for drinks. Social outing. That sounds better.” He shook the nerves off quickly as he collected himself again. Could he be anymore of an idiot? Apparently. “You think so? Most people find my job kind of boring. It can be fun sometimes though. They kind of put me all over but I’m a primary care physician so I see adults mostly.” He listened to the younger man describe what he wanted to be when he was a kid, he wondered what stopped him from becoming one. “Why didn’t you? You know, become a surgeon? I will say, being in an operating room is pretty interesting. I’ve been in one on a couple of occasions. You definitely have to have the stomach for it. But something tells me, you don’t have a problem with all the blood and guts of it all.” Noah continued to walk where his apartment was and they eventually made it in no time, he began to back up towards where the door was occasionally looking behind himself. “Pleasure is all mine Miles.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

oriionsgalaxies‌:

The artist chuckled faintly, a scraping, stinging sensation igniting in his throat. Damn it. Shouldn’t have laughed; it wasn’t all that humorous. “I think you could have managed to nudge it in, but it would certainly be less damaged this way,” Orion stated, shifting to the back of the chair and tipping it over onto its side. Heaving up the heavy end after gazing at the narrow doorway for a moment, he leaned down further and wound his arms around the middle of the chair, hoisting it up and shuffling toward the door. At this point in his life, the weight was practically naught to him, though it reminded him he should get back into the routine of working out. Perhaps it would ease his troubled thoughts since the incident at his apartment, push him to jump that mental hurdle faster. A safety blanket, so to speak. Tilting it at an angle to ease the top of the chair through, he prompted, “Grab that end, it doesn’t weigh much. I just need to readjust so I can push it the rest of the way through.” 

“I agree. That’s what I was partially concerned.” He nodded his head in agreement. Noah did as the young man said and grabbed the opposite end, hoisting it up in the process. It was lighter than he expected, but he also had someone helping him on the other side of things. “It’s a lot easier with two people then it is with one person. You ready to start walking?” He asked curiously. 

[noah-stevens-blog]

What do you look for in a partner?

“I look for someone who is kind, understanding, and empathetic. I look for someone who has the same type of values as me. That may be kind of a generic answer, but that’s just what I like.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

Do you still feel regret for leaving the other Noah?

“Of course I do. I feel even worse about it now after I found out how much he really cared….I never want to hurt him like that ever again.”

@queensnoah

[noah-stevens-blog]

milesjsullivan‌:

His chuckle mingled with the other’s, nodding his head. Alcohol would be the perfect bribe for him but with his recent attempts to at least cut his consumption a little, he concluded that food could be a decent subititute. “Sounds about right.” A lithe smile growing, he nodded whilst he spoke of the instruction; nothing too difficult compared to all the tasks he had to do at the garage. He hoped that it would fail, it would be hilarious to see him topple down or something. “Ready when you are.” He positioned himself, beginning to lift the chair with him, a slight huff heaved from his chest.

“In the mood for anything in particular?” Noah asked curiously, as he positioned his own self and began to lift up the chair as soon as the other began to do so as well. Noah began to walk in the direction of where his apartment was. Luckily it wasn’t too far and it was only a couple of feet away from them. “Oh. I’m Noah by the way. I probably should have started off with an introduction. Forgive me, it’s been a busy week with moving in and all and figuring out my route at the hospital.” Noah probably shouldn’t have been talking as much as he was for carrying a heavy object but his nerves were getting the best of him and when he got nervous around new people, he tended to ramble a bunch. 

[noah-stevens-blog]

cywreck‌:

Tromping down the stairs noisily in his Doc Martens, singing along to what was playing in one ear while he headed for the next set of stairs, intending to grab craving food per Coraline’s request. The week had already started out rough and thrown him through a wringer, increasing his moodiness, try as he might to keep it away from Coraline to reduce her stress as much as he could. Plus, they had Mazikeen to think about now, and he knew how intuitive children could be– he didn’t want her sensing his unrest and getting the wrong impression, let alone feeling unwanted. God, he had to get a handle on his fucking mood swings or he was going to be in hot water sooner or later with someone. Slowing his pace when he noticed the… chair sitting in the middle of the hallway, momentarily baffled with the absence of any boxes. Cyrek stopped altogether when he heard a voice, mixed in with the music at first before he removed his earbud, his expression blanking for a solid few seconds. His hearing was pristine, but it was hard to focus when he was honing in on music– it was his nose that tended to be fucked, a result of one too many hits to the face that made it difficult for him to smell. Catching the latter half of what he was saying and understanding the request, partially befuddled why he would think Cyrek would be able to lift the fucking chair until he looked down and remembered he was wearing that ripped, mesh sweater that accentuated the muscle he’d been building. The vocalist smirked, though it felt a little flat and forced. It was hard to be in a good mood lately. “Wow, if you’re gonna ask a guy out to dinner, at least buy me flowers,” he jested, cocking his head to the side, “Sure, the food’ll have to be to-go… I got a pregnant lady waitin’ on me. That cool with you?”

Noah chuckled at the man’s joke. He hadn’t meant the offer as a date per-say just a nice gesture if he agreed to help him move. He figured that food would be a good bribe. The second best thing would have been money. At least in Noah’s eyes. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m not making a great first impression here. How about next time I’ll bring the flowers? Just have to tell me what kind are your favorites.” He joked back with the other male with a sarcastic flare to it. “That’s by me. There are a few spots to chose from around here close to the apartment.” He noted that his girlfriend or wife was pregnant and he gave him a soft smile. “How far along is she?” He asked curiously as he looked over at the arm chair that was sitting peacefully awaiting to be lifted. “Which side do you want by the way?” His brow furrowed with curiosity. 

[noah-stevens-blog]

queensnoah‌:

Noah had to stop moping and look up to stare at the man whom he was sure he had grown feelings for maybe he still had those feelings now that’s why it was so hard for him to accept his explanation. He was just so terrified he would lose him again. He didn’t think he could fully trust him yet but his explanation…… Made him want to give a second chance. He wasn’t sure if he should but god he missed him so much. “I don’t know what to do…. Stevens… I don’t know. I really want to take you back. To hug and kiss you and sleep with you again but I’m so scared. I’m scared you’ll just leave again. It’s not you I think… It’s just that I’m used to people just turning their back on me and leaving me. They never came back though. You did.” He sighed. “I guess… We could spend some time now. Have a drink. Catch up. As long as you promise you wont ever do it again.” 

“You don’t have to make any decisions right now. I’m not asking you to marry me or anything.” He chuckled lightly. “I’m just asking to let me make it up to you. I don’t expect you to trust me right away...and I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t trust me either if I were in your position.” He ran his fingers through his dark locks as he sat down on one of the bar stools and made himself comfortable. When the younger man asked him to promise he wouldn’t leave him again, he grabbed Noah’s hand gently. “Hey, I promise I won’t leave again and if I do...I’ll take you with me. That is if you even want to go. I think you’d like Charleston. It’s a pretty neat city.” He gave him a soft smile. “Now how about that drink? It’s on me.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

oriionsgalaxies‌:

Trekking down the stairs to leave his brother’s apartment after spending time with him and his adorable four year old and wife, he was preoccupied with his thoughts when someone called out to him, startling him out of it. Managing to refrain from jumping, Orion looked over at the man who had prompted his attention, shuffling forward a couple steps, analyzing his face. Deciding he was seemingly harmless, the artist absorbed the sight before him, processing his words. The hallway was a mess at the moment due to said moving in, and it almost incited a small amount of happiness that he hadn’t moved into places very often in his life and seldom had to lug furniture around. I could take you out to dinner– Wait, was he… asking him on a date? No, that couldn’t be it, although out to dinner gave the impression of it. “Oh… I can help you move, oui, it won’t be hard.” His dapper outfits might mask his figure slightly, but he was actually quite muscular underneath it, with a wider frame than Cyrek’s aside from their shared broad shoulders. Closing the distance between them finally, the younger male assessed the chair in front of him and the door, recalling what he had learned helping the band move equipment in and out of a variety of venues. “Okay, um, stand in the doorway there and I’ll help you get it through, I think I can lift it,” Orion advised, turning the chair over.

“Thank you. You’re truly a life saver. I think I would have been stuck out here for hours. Much more than I’d like to be.” He shook his head lightly. He felt pretty embarrassed that a man his size couldn’t lift a simple arm chair by himself, but sometimes in order to get something done you had to ask for help. “I can do that.” Noah walked over to his door in a swift manor and stood there as he waited for the other male to make his next move. 

[noah-stevens-blog]

milesjsullivan‌:

Although he didn’t drink as much nowadays, Miles’ penchant for grosteque or downright troubling entertainment remained like a solid glue—there hadn’t been a lot of people he could mess up with lately, though, which had him a bit dulled out of his mind. At this rate, it would probably be better to take a flight back to Brisbane and return to his cracked house, where his parents would greet him with a dose of something indescribable that would make scowl in disgust, but at least there would be a fresh mob he could harass all over again. He had just been floating about, an order or two keeping his hands busy, or getting supplies like what he was doing now and asking for some extra cash in return. Returning precisely after he wrapped up that particular task, the aussie halted in his tracks when somebody requested for his aid. Ah, an opportunity for a little bit of fun? Most likely, he’d take anything at this point. “Dinner? That sounds brilliant,” accent thick, he sauntered over to where the object was located, putting up an amicable pretense for now. He didn’t feel like dining on his own, anyway, made him feel a bit pathetic. “Where’s your room, exactly?” He questioned, perking an eyebrow lightly in the process.

“Can’t go wrong with free dinner. I figured food would be a pretty good bribe.” Noah chuckled as he wiped the remaining sweat from his brow. He really wasn’t used to doing heavy lifting. “It’s just a couple of doors down. I figure that I can carry it from behind and you can move it forward.” It was merely a suggestion that he figured could work. But knowing his luck, it wouldn’t and something would go wrong in the whole process. He wondered over to the back of the arm chair and looked over at the stranger. “You ready tough guy?” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

Noah had finally gotten all settled into his new apartment. He just needed to bring in one extra arm chair that he had forgotten to bring in. He was wondering how he was going to carry it in himself or even get through the door. He scratched his head momentarily as if to think of a solution but he was stumped. The armchair wasn’t that big but the difficulty was finding the right position to squeeze it in. He sighed quietly to himself. He should have hired movers instead of being so cheap. He had a couple of the male nurses he worked with help him with everything else he had brought but this one stupid thing was left behind. Stuck in his head he didn’t notice someone coming from around the corner, he figured that they were trying to make their way out of the building but he stopped them. “Hey..huh I need to ask a favor. Could you possibly help me move this chair into my apartment? I’m not sure I’m strong enough to pick it up by myself or clever enough to get it through the door here. I could take you out to dinner for your time of course.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

what's your sexuality pretty boy?

“I usually identify myself as pansexual if anyone asks. I focus on the soul of a person vs. their gender or genitals.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

queensnoah‌:

“Of course I do. I tried to forget you know, but I couldn’t.” Not when it was Dr. Stevens. A man who had held and then twisted his heart without even realizing it it seems. For some reason that thought hurt him even more. He wondered silently if Dr. Stevens had thought of him at all during his absence and Noah didn’t know whether to believe or not if he said yes. It happened a long time ago but looking at him now felt like tearing his scar again. Now it was fresh and bleeding through his every word. He winced when Dr. Stevens said he didn’t normally do it. “Then why did you? Did I not matter to you.” He looked down at his hands. He didn’t mean to get this angry and upset but he couldn’t help himself. “I don’t know if I can believe you. People leave me all the time and they always come up with excuses and excuses. I’m sick of that.” He shut his eyes. He hated looking and sounding so broken. “But maybe I could hear you out… Or at least try.” He parroted his words. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Noah stop. You did matter to me. You still do. You weren’t just somebody that I slept with. I cared about you. But we weren’t together romantically. There was no talk about what our relationship or lack of relationship was. So you’ve got to cut me some slack in that department. If I had known you felt that strongly about me, I would have said something to you. But I didn’t know. You have to believe me when I tell you that.” He walked over to the bar where Noah was at so there wouldn’t be such a distance between the two of them. “Because if I had known, I wouldn’t have left like I did. I would have shown you more respect than that. If you knew me at all, you’d know that.” He sighed quietly as he looked down at his shoes momentarily. “I didn’t tell you because I’m not good at goodbyes. I missed my family and that’s why I went back home. I didn’t think anyone would miss me here, but I could not have been so wrong. That was bad judgement on my end. But what I did...it wasn’t out of malicious intent.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

apollobnks‌:

Apollo nodded in sympathy though he had no idea how the inner workings of the hospital administration worked. He was surprised to learn that doctors could be relocated to different states. What a culture shock that must have been. “I’ve never really been on a first name basis with a Doctor before. This is pretty cool. I’m Apollo.” He felt rather childish introducing himself, not entirely sure whether he should shake the man’s hand or not. His father’s upbringing truly left him worse for wear in the social interactions department. “Oh, do you have any place in mind? I’m actually looking for something to eat, but two years here and I’m still not sure what’s good.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?” It wasn’t a question but more so an observation and a familiar saying. “It’s nice to meet you Apollo. What a unique name. I think you’re the first Apollo I’ve met.” Noah was making playful banter at this point. “I don’t. I was thinking Starbucks but that made me cringe a little bit. I’m not a Starbucks kind of guy usually. But it’s kind of a weird time during the day so I’m not even sure what’s open for lunch.” He pursed his lips as he began to think of places to go. He was lost as ever. 

[noah-stevens-blog]

queensnoah‌:

Noah didn’t laugh but he played along. “I don’t think so. Just the one who used to scream my name…. Or our names.” Noah was and could be a reclusive and shy person but he could bring some snark with him if he felt it necessary. He didn’t know if he could bear hearing his explanation now. He was still a little shocked. He didn’t even know if he was dreaming or not. “Bullshit. Of course I cared.” He said. He looked down and tried fighting the urge to leave the place. Leave Dr. Stevens the way he had left him. He didn’t know if it would mean anything though. “I cared…. And you knew. You were the only person who gave a shit about me doc. You took me in when I had no other place to go. You made me feel like I was important… Not just… Not just some disposable garbage.” He said gritting his teeth. He thought of Jane for a moment and shook his head. “Really? You offered me a place to live in. You saved me and then one day you just fucking left. No phonecalls, no notes. Nothing.” He said as he threw his clothe down. He sighed exasperatedly running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know… I don’t Dr. Stevens. It hurt like shit. It still does. I spent almost a year trying to get over you. And now you’re back and I… I don’t know how to feel.”

Noah’s cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink at the man’s words. It wasn’t language that he was used to hearing. Especially so out in the open. “Right...well, that was some time ago. Good to know you still remember.” He felt his palms began to sweat a bit. He usually wasn’t nervous but he felt like he was being backed up in a corner. “You are important. You meant something to me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Noah winced a bit as the younger man threw the clothe down. “I shouldn’t have left you. I’m not some asshole. I don’t normally do that.  And I’m not expecting anything to happen between us. I didn’t even know you owned this bar. I walked in by chance. I’m glad I bumped into you though.  I was going to actually try to get in contact with you some how so I could explain myself...I’ve just been so caught up in work and readjusting with the move. But if you let me, I’d like to make things right. Or at least try.” 

[noah-stevens-blog]

queensnoah‌:

Noah almost dropped his glass when he heard the familiar voice. It couldn’t be….. Was he imagining things. Was he going crazy. Noah had almost spent a whole year trying to forget the voice of Dr. Stevens’s. He suceeded after a long time but now. It was back. Noah turned around quickly with a frown. “Dr. Stevens?” He asked. There was a longing in his eyes. If this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. But his dreams usually ended ugly. They would end with Dr. Stevens leaving again. Noah didn’t know how to react. He was confused and angry. He missed him but if this wasn’t a hallucination then why was Dr. Stevens acting so casual. Did he not mean anything? Noah frowned and shook his head. He tried to keep himself from breaking. “Told you it’s closed. You should come back tomorrow instead. Though I don’t think coming back is exactly your forte huh?”

The bitterness in the man’s voice made Noah’s hair stand up on his arms. He knew that he shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye, but he was always so rubbish when it came to goodbyes in general. “Do you know any other Dr. Stevens?” He couldn’t help but chuckle. It was more of a nervous chuckle vs. a genuine one. “I know I have some explaining to do. Or maybe you don’t want to hear it. I don’t know if it’ll even matter at this point. But, I’m sorry. Okay? I shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye. But to be fair, I didn’t know you cared so much. And if I did, I would have at least said something before I left. Maybe I wouldn’t have left at all.” He paused as he ran his fingers through his dark locks. “I’m not from here Noah. My home is elsewhere. But they paid to relocate me permanently. If that means anything to you.”