the moon and the stars are nothing without you

+so for you, this is just a good time but for me, this is what i call life...+

[noahscherry-blog]

[ Noah lets his arms slide up to wrap around Cameron’s neck, the tips of his fingers nestling within the tight curls at his nape. Before receiving the letter, the lack of communication between himself and the other lad had been driving Noah to the verge of insanity — he hadn’t wanted to force Cameron to be in his company, and he couldn’t blame him for not wanting to be near him. But after reading the words spilled onto paper, Noah had been glad for some space to process. After all, living together was a huge step, massive, and for a commitment-phobe it was a lot to swallow. He crooks his brows at the apology, not liking the way it sounds coming from the boy he loves so dearly. Getting up onto his tip toes, he presses his lips to Cameron’s and tries to kiss the words right off his tongue with nothing more than a small mewl as a reply. ]

[nsfwcameron-blog]

[ Cameron hadn't really meant to ask Noah to move in with him. He hadn't really meant to write the letter at all - when he did, though, it seemed like the right thing to do. And he doesn't regret it, God no, but he doesn't want it to be too much for Noah to process because he knows that he can only give things to the other in little chunks. Cam's a little bit more full-on, he wouldn't mind getting married tomorrow (not that he's going to) but he's willing to wait a lifetime for this boy, which is something he never thought that he'd do. Noah makes his head all muddled and affects him in ways that nobody else ever has, and despite being the weirdest thing he's ever experienced, it's the best feeling in the world. Before Cameron could launch into a million apologies regarding why he suddenly became so introverted, he's shut up by the familiar feeling of Noah's lips pressed against his and a feeling of relief sweeps through him like never before. He lets his eyes fall closed and his fingers clasp Noah's cheek, shifting to the shape of his jaw, which could cut like glass. He just manages to murmur another 'Sorry,' before letting himself go completely, delving into the kiss. ]

[noahscherry-blog]

[ Noah feels his body relaxing slightly at the sound of the giggle. He hadn’t even realised he’d been holding his breath until it came out in a shaky exhale, grin still fixed firmly in place. ] Hi… [ He repeated, slowly letting his hands slip away from Cameron’s eyes and waiting for the taller lad to turn to face him. ]

[nsfwcameron-blog]

[ Cameron had a whole rambling six-page long mental rant about how much he'd missed Noah and how sorry he was for being MIA and had Noah gotten his letter and had he thought it was a waste of time or maybe he'd thought of moving in with Cameron for even a second? Because a second would provide more than enough satisfaction. Cam wastes no time in spinning around to face the person he'd been dreading, and shrinking into his arms, fingers linking around the bottom of Noah's back. ] I'm sorry?

[nsfwcameron-blog]

[ Noah can’t help but feel a smile forming on his face as he listens to the other boy ramble, quietly sneaking up behind him. He bites down on his lower lip to hold back a giggle, carefully reaching up to cover Cameron’s eyes with his hands. ] Guess who? 

[noahscherry-blog]

[Cameron looks at the spot where the ring on his finger used to be and wonders if Noah still has it and he wonders if Noah even thinks about him as much as he thinks about Noah, which is a bloody lot. His head is so far up in the clouds when Noah's fingers cover his eyes that he practically jumps out of his skin. He wouldn't even have to hear the voice to know who it was, and Cameron doesn't bother to shield the tiny giggle that seeps from his mouth.] Hi...

[nsfwcameron-blog]

Is, erm… H-Has anyone seen Noah anywhere? I’d quite like to talk to him because he hasn’t gotten back to me and I don’t want him to be annoyed with me because it’s not nice to have someone that you love who’s irritated with you. I’m honestly not even sure that makes sense but I hope that he’s not angry. <"img src=”http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6za9azJY31r1r86n.gif">

[nsfwcameron-blog]

[nsfwcameron-blog]

Dear Noah,

I’m writing a bit of a memoir to you for no other reason than I haven’t really been out for a long time, except very rarely, meaning that I haven’t seen you as much. First of all, I’d quite like to ask you not to take it personally, because whilst I’ve been living like I have, I haven’t seen anybody by choice. You’ve got to trust me when I say that I don’t mean to stand you up or not make plans and if I want to see anyone, then it’s always you, and I’m not unfairly directing my stress at you. There’s only one reason why I haven’t been around as much and that reason is purely that everything that was happening before just kind of decided to get worse all of a sudden. I’d also like to ask another favour of you; that you ignore the inevitable rambling, because you know that I could waffle for England and don’t hesitate to list every detail of everything I’m describing, which is actually kind of what I’m doing now but I asked you to ignore it so I suppose you won’t mind? Hopefully you won’t, else you might think I’m awfully annoying. Oh, there’s one other thing I wanted to say - that if you’ve decided to suddenly fall out of love with me because I’ve become ridiculously antisocial and have barely even seen you, then I really don’t blame you. This is in no way an attempt to get rid of you or even to shake you off just slightly. I’m just as in love with you as I was yesterday and I'll be a little bit more in love with you tomorrow. But we're doomed, really, aren't we? And if you love someone, you're supposed to set them free. So, if you ever want to be, I won't be mad if you're free.

Just to clarify, I'm absolutely not breaking things off. In fact, I genuinely don't really know what I'm doing or why I'm writing this and in the long run, it's irrelevant and it probably won't make a difference to either of our lives but I don't want us to drift, y'know? I've seen too many relationships end purely because the people have drifted, and yes, we may be doomed to fail in many more ways than one, but I will absolutely not accept drifting as a valid reason for us to fail. Absolutely fucking not, okay? Because sometimes you don't appreciate how much you need somebody until they're gone and I never want to have to think about you being gone because if you go, then I'm going to go as well. You're a bad smell and I'm the person that smells; we're a package. (And okay, perhaps that wasn't the best comparison. But I'm trying to be cute and remember what you've said to me, please appreciate the attempt.) So I might as well catch you up on things, eh? What I've been doing whilst cooped up in my room, because there's actually quite a lot to tell you. I've not been working, although that may have been obvious - I'll have to go back again soon, God knows why Madam's still letting me live here. But, instead, I've been taking online classes. I'm not sure if I ever told you, but I've had many dreams throughout my life, Noah Bennett, but the biggest was to become a writer. And whilst that dream is nearly impossible, I can give myself the best chance. Maybe, just maybe, I'll publish something someday, and we can sign books together; that would be unimaginable - that's why it's got to happen.

Either way, though, I'm trying my best to get out of here. After stopping work for as long as I have, I realise how much I honestly hate my job. It could be worse, I could get abused, but prostitution and abuse just go hand in hand, don't they? I don't want that to happen to me, and I definitely don't want it to happen to you. Which brings me to my next point. I'm working on finding somewhere to live, and things, and I'm going to get all awkward and inevitably cliche and I hope you don't mind or you might think I'm crazy but hopefully you won't I'm not sure? I'm probably rambling again too but I'd really, really like it if you were to come and live with me if I were to get the flat and you can say no, obviously, that's fine. I know how attached you are to this place and for a long time, you believed that your future was here, and how close you are to Madam and Blessing too, so if you want to stay, then all I can do is respect that. But I'd really love for you to think about it, because I'd hate to finally get out and have to leave you behind (even though I'd come in and see you everyday; it'd be like I never moved out.)

So, to end this pointless text, I'm going to tell you that I'm going to make more of an effort to talk to you more regularly again, like we did before. And I'm going to stop being so sad all of the time and stop grieving over my bloody Nan and I'm going to stop sleeping all day and staying inside and not eating and not talking and instead, I'm going to take you out on dates (proper ones, as much as I adore our nights in with wine and strawberries) and walks and maybe I could even take you to meet my Mum, one day, and my sister. She'd love you, I know she would, and you'd love her too. For now, though, I'm going to talk to you more often, like I did before. And I'm so, so sorry that there was a huge break in communication, but I was honestly going through a bad time and I didn't want to annoy you or irritate you or get you involved. And in the end, it made me stronger, didn't it? I'm doing things for myself now, I'm going to sort my life out and sort myself out and be happy, because I'm in a better place. To be happy, I'm going to need you. If you'll have me, of course.

(I'm going to leave this in your room when I know you have a client. That way I don't have to face the awkwardness of telling you what it is. But I'd try, if we were to come face to face. I only try for people I love.)

Ending on a ridiculously cliché note, and I might as well tell you that I love you and you're my favourite person in the whole world too,

Cam ♥︎.xx

[giselle-moore]

"Yeah. They’re not worth anyone’s time, but I guess we all make mistakes one day or another. Whether it is not being loyal, or just not good enough. I like to think I’m on the ‘or’ side.That’s some great advice, thank you."

[nsfwcameron-blog]

Yes, but cheating isn't a mistake. As much as it may hurt you to hear this, your boyfriend didn't just fall into bed with someone or accidentally kiss them. He might've been drunk, perhaps, but he was still aware that he was displaying affection with somebody other than his girlfriend. You deserve somebody that's going to invest himself in you, and that doesn't even think about getting close to other girls.

[nova-bradley]

Sorry— Didn’t see you there.. Are you alright?

[nsfwcameron-blog]

Oh God, no, doesn't matter, it's my fault. Not very alright but I'll survive I hope. Don't you worry about me.

[giselle-moore]

"Oh. Same, dude, same. Yeah, he cheated right in front of me. These bleeps ain’t loyal!”

[nsfwcameron-blog]

"That's disgusting. Men like that aren't worth your time, I tell you. It seems to be a running trend that nobody's loyal these days. You really have to filter out the bad blokes before you find any remotely good ones."

[noahscherry-blog]

Noah is used to manipulating clients, using their lust for him in a way he’s secure he can and always keeping the upper hand in situations. With Cameron, that really doesn’t seem to be an option. The curly haired lad has a way of making Noah feel both exposed and insecure, whilst also feeling more special and cared for than any paying customer could even attempt to manage. He supposes —as he ponders it absent-mindedly in the early hours of the morning when he can’t sleep and is unable to shake thoughts of Cameron from his sleep-addled mind— that this is probably due to the fact Cameron isn’t responding to the front Noah puts up, the façade he’s spent years carefully mastering and wearing around him like an armour. When Cameron says sweet things about him, or tells him he loves him, it’s with full knowledge of who Noah really is, the mess he is inside and all of his flaws. It eliminates Noah’s chances of feeling in control, and that’s both an absolutely terrifying concept as well as something he wouldn’t change for the world. It’s refreshing, and it’s testing every boundary Noah has ever set in place. It’s for this very reason that Noah doesn’t have a witty comeback for the supermodel comment, no sassy retort to flourish with a smirk. Instead he coughs at the way his lungs seem to contract, the air being knocked out of him and leaving him red cheeked and flustered for a measurable length of time. He’s thankful that his back is turned, praying that the way his face is hidden will act as a cover up for his embarrassing reaction. The feel of Cameron’s hand slipping into this own makes him straighten up, suddenly stood as though he has a metal rod up his arse with the way all his muscles are clenching. He squeezes Cameron’s hand tightly, taking a steadying breath. “Drink, yes. Definitely, drink. Now,” he doesn’t wait for a reply, already dragging his not-boyfriend toward the bar on unsteady feet.

[nsfwcameron-blog]

Noah's such a professional at what he does. It's clear to anyone he meets, whether a client or not - he charms them without even thinking about it, without even meaning to. Cameron supposes that this is what happened to him, although it goes a little deeper - despite being in possibly one of the most masochistic professions to exist, Cam has never failed to fall in love way too easily; honestly, he was expecting his heart to be broken. That's what happened at first, but everything took a turn for the best and now he's standing opposite somebody that he could call his boyfriend without Noah being offended. They aren't boyfriends (Cam supposes this was a mutual, unspoken decision, as no matter how many of his fellow residents tell him that he and Noah can do as they please in pursuing a relationship, there are lots of agreements and terms that neither could meet if they were to be boyfriends. Still, ever the optimist, Cameron loves to have Noah as his own - not to show off, but to have something that reminds him that he's even part-human, that he shouldn't conform or believe anything that the clients say (and trust, Noah doesn't hesitate to remind Cam of this daily, when that one bastard tells him all of the ways in which he can get better.) He notices that his not-boyfriend doesn't have an answer to the statement, which is particularly rare for Noah as he has an answer for everything. The mere fact that Cameron could leave the other speechless for more than five seconds confirmed where they stood with eachother. "Come on, cutie," He sees the breath being knocked out of Noah and finds it bloody adorable. "What would you like? Shall we do shots or some wine - and we'll pretend they're shots and link our arms anyway?" His tongue runs swiftly over his lip, before Cameron continues. "I ate some strawberries for breakfast this morning. You could probably still taste them."

[nsfwcameron-blog]

Happy Anniversary, Nanny. I wish you were here to sit through the fireworks with me. I love you.

[1-song-a-day]

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[nsfwcameron-blog]

Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard...

[nsfwcameron-blog]

TEXT|| Logan & Cameron

Logan: well I mean if you haven't noticed that then yes you are pretty oblivious. Yeah you did. You might as well just wear a shirt that says 'IM IN LOVE WITH NOAH'. Maybe after that he'll get the message through his head. See I can already see this playing out in my head. Damn is he that good? I haven't really talked to him. I mean he did say that I had good hair so he seemed like a really cool guy. Yeah I feel you on that one.

Cameron: He's even more oblivious though! I was pissed off about one of his clients, and - bless him - he was so bewildered as to why I was annoyed. Noah only realised when he felt the same later on, and that was when we both kind of... Well, things started. There we go, I'll get him a matching one; Christmas present sorted. He's that good, promise. Could charm anyone into falling in love with him. Yeah, and that's saying something, because have you seen his hair? Both of your locks are pretty lush.

[graceffafck]

How about never talk to, or never have met? Are there people like that here? Your sister? Was she beautiful? Does she have the same accent you do? I ask a lot of questions, sorry. Yeah, the Ouija board creeps me out as well, but we could always give it a go one day. I might be a vampire kitty, or something of those sorts.

[nsfwcameron-blog]

I'm sure there's a couple of distant cousins that I've never met, or something, but I was quite close to my family. I don't talk to any of them anymore, though, I cut the ties. My sister was beautiful, yes, absolutely stunning. She had a similar accent to mine, although her voice was much higher - obviously - and her voice was much softer than mine. No, it's fine. I like it better when there are specific questions, don't ever leave me to ramble. Ouija and things like that generally scare me a lot, but I suppose if you're coming trick or treating I can try it with you? That's quite creative, actually. Usually people just go for one or the other.

[giselle-moore]

"Lucky for you… Loud noises? Like high pitched screams? Agony Uncle Cam, this little, I don’t know how to describe him, cheated right in front of me."

[nsfwcameron-blog]

High-pitched screams can sometimes set me off, but it's usually anything remotely close to gunshots - fireworks, for example - or angry shouting. Shouting's the worst. He cheated right in front of you? I'd describe him as an arsehole! 

[giselle-moore]

"Screw fireworks. Screw love. Screw life. — Oh, um. Sorry."

[nsfwcameron-blog]

"I wouldn't screw love just yet, darling, it's working out mighty fine for me at the moment. Screw irrational phobias of loud noises, though, they're bloody awful. Don't apologise! Agony Uncle Cam's here to listen to your rants. Come on, spill. What's happened?"

[graceffafck]

Not a lot of us have family members to remember… I’m sorry to hear about your father, and I’m saying sorry a lot, aren’t I? Sorry — dammit. I’ve always wanted to do the Ouija board, but trick-or-treating is just as okay! I need a new costume, anyways. When are we all going to, ya’know, trick or treat? 

[nsfwcameron-blog]

No, I don't think it's very common here for people to have family that visit, or that they regularly talk to. I'd like to get back into contact with my sister, though, that would be nice. Yes, but apologising several times is cute and considered normal. Overusing a word to the extent when it means nothing anymore isn't so cute. Ouija board creeps me the fuck out, but I'm an absolute pussy when it comes to those things. I'm not sure, to be honest. Hopefully soon at some point?