the only way out is through

strike 3 and i’m out

[paradiiddle]

𝚑𝚒, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎.

𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈, this is a Noah Sebastian fanfic side blog created mainly because I need to get over this thirst sooner (can’t fucking wait tbh)

About me: she/her, 90s baby, pop punk and metalcore enthusiast, Louder Than Life 2025 is my roman empire :>

𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙶𝙴 all the fictional stuff below that I wrote about the Omns frontman, which has luckily seen the light of day. Also wanna point out that I’m still trying to write creatively, so I have extra appreciation for every kind of interaction I get.

main: @lowergroundfloor

ঌ bestfriend!noah:

→ 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙿𝚃. 1 ➢ 2: 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙺𝙴 ⚠︎ Unraveling of feelings; Your best friend wants something special for his 30th birthday.

ঌ boyfriend!noah:

→ 𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝚃. 1 ⚠︎ ➢ 2: 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙴𝙽𝙳 ➢ 3: 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚃𝚂 Your toxic boyfriend ruins the relationship. Who gets to win in the end? → 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙵𝚄𝙻 ⚠︎ A PWP featuring you and your boyfriend fucking while on vacation. → 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 Things happen when you meet your ex-boyfriend at Nicholas Ruffilo's wedding.

ঌ dad!noah:

→ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴 A normal day in your household where your husband annoys his daughter and makes her cry. → 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 Your baby girl admires her daddy's old hair when her uncle visits one day.

ঌ daddy!noah:

→ 𝙳𝚈𝙵𝙻 𝙽𝙰 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝚁: 𝙽𝙾𝙰𝙷 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚈 𝙰𝙵 ⚠︎ Not a story, just a handful of my pornographic Noah Sebastian daddy thoughts.

ঌ no label!noah:

→ 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 Noah makes your fifth Neck Deep show an unforgettable one. → 7 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 ⚠︎ Your 7-day encounter with a hot (older) tattooed rockstar.

ঌ stepbrother!noah:

→ 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈, 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝚈, 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻 ⚠︎ You and your older stepbrother have got this thing, and it’s untouchable.

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© 2025 paradiiddle

[paradiiddle]

seven years [ex-boyfriend!noah]

For the first time in 2 years, you come face-to-face with your ex at his best friend’s wedding.

Ex-Boyfriend!Noah x F!reader

Content warning: none

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: This was supposed to be a long ass oneshot, but I decided to post the first half now to help me regain my writing momentum. More importantly, I also wanted to post this before Nick gets married irl since I started drafting this when he announced his engagement bc all I could think about was best man Noah in suit and tie 🥺 So yeah, this one’s open-ended; I’ll post another part sooner or later. Lastly, I’d say the title was inspired by Saosin’s Seven Years, but i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m not sure :> lol

“Imagine if you caught the bouquet,” Natalie snickered, throwing you a shit-eating grin through the mirror as she reapplied her mascara while you washed your hands in the sink. “Noah would lose his shit.” 

Rolling your eyes at your best friend’s remark, you tried to keep your focus on the soap you’re lathering, on the bubbles your hands were producing way more than necessary, on the grey marbled sink, on literally anything to make you ignore the familiar warmth creeping up your cheeks. 

For once, you hoped your blush makeup had concealed it enough for her to notice. 

“How long has it been? Two years? Bro’s still hung up on you, I swear. Bryan said he couldn’t even find–”

“Cut it out, Nat,” you interjected, groaning as you finally rinsed and dried your hands with a paper towel. “Please don’t make things awkward.”

“Hey, I’m just stating facts!” She smirked, raising her hands in surrender, obviously trying (and failing miserably) to keep herself from teasing you further. 

“Then I don’t wanna hear it,” you muttered while narrowing your eyes at your giggling best friend. “You guys promised me you won’t make it weird if I came.”

Natalie snorted. “Then you certainly don’t wanna know about the bet they’ve been doing since your ex went stiff like a tree when you…” she paused, smirking as she slightly faced you to look at you from head to toe. “…when you walked in looking like that earlier.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she sing-songed, dropping her mascara tube back to her vanity pouch. “I was just saying, you’re making some heads turn, babe. And a certain someone is surely not liking it.”

“Natalie–”

“Let’s go; I think they’re serving dinner soon!”

Groaning, you followed her out of the washroom and back to the hall where Nicholas’ and Nadine’s wedding reception would be held in a bit. 

A few weeks ago, the thought of dressing up for one of your closest friends’ wedding never crossed your mind. It was still fresh in your memory how you sent your regrets to Nick’s invitation, despite his thoughtful personal delivery of the textured blue envelope with a gold ‘N&N’ stamp to your doorstep. As an advanced planner, you had already made your decision even before you got the chic linen paper in your hands— even before confirming that he would actually want you there after everything. 

Who in their right mind would invite their best man's ex-girlfriend to their wedding, anyway? 

Yeah, no one. No one but Nicholas Ruffilo. 

Sure, you were all friends before things went south, but was inviting you to their momentous occasion really worth the trouble? Save for a few inevitable meetups, you successfully stayed away from almost all of them over the last two years. What difference would it make if you came now?

Despite these questions running through your head, Nicholas was insistent. Annoyingly, at that matter, like his life depended on it. Therefore, after all his persuasion tactics and with Natalie promising you so many tempting favors in exchange (you swore those two were conniving), you eventually gave in. 

What’s the worst thing that could happen, anyway? It’s not like your ex would deliberately corner you and make you uncomfortable on his best friend’s wedding day, right?

Besides, it would be nice to reunite with everyone after two long years. The thought of catching up with the boys rather than just hearing unsolicited updates from Natalie— who started dating their photographer— sounded enticing, despite the setup you knew you’d be in.

So after days of contemplation, you RSVPed ‘Yes’ on the condition that none of your friends pull any moves to make you uncomfortable in the presence of your ex-boyfriend. You wrote those exact words on the response card that you sent back to the groom. To which he happily agreed and even promised to keep Folio on a leash throughout the event. Nick made a mental note to assign that task to Jolly and Davis.

And here you were, a couple of weeks later, all dolled up and clad in a navy blue maxi dress, walking beside Natalie towards the rest of the boys, who all looked dapper as Nick’s entourage. Sitting at your assigned table were your old friends Vince, Jolly, Folio, Bryan, and Davis in their color-coordinated suits and ties. You couldn’t help but tease them earlier for looking so out of character in such formal attire compared to their usual all-black alternative outfits. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve surely mistaken them for men who worked 9 to 5 in corporate.

You chuckled at the thought, and as if right on cue, Folio turned his head your way and greeted you with his signature mischievous grin. It was the same annoying grin he had been throwing at you since the ceremony began— since your ex, who also looked as uncharacteristically sharp as they all did (especially with his overgrown hair slicked back and his shirt collar hugging his inked neck), stood beside Ruffilo at the altar earlier.

“Hey, neighbor, sit next to me,” Folio called enthusiastically like a golden retriever, tapping the empty seat to his left. As much as you wanted to be with Natalie, her boyfriend Bryan had already saved her a spot between him and Jolly. 

You narrowed your eyes at the drummer, your gaze moving from the seat he was offering to the other empty chair beside it, which had a black suit jacket draped over its backrest. 

Seeing how the boys at your table had theirs on, you were not stupid not to piece it together and tell who was (and would soon be) occupying the other seat next to yours.

So much for not making things awkward, huh.

“Nick, just stop whatever you’re planning,” you groaned.

“Have I told you how glad I am to see you tonight?” Your younger friend ignored your remark and practically pulled you down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you against his side. “I was so excited when I knew you were coming! Noah was— ow! What did I do?”

Before he could even continue, you swatted his arm with your purse, making the other guys chuckle at your antics. Just like the old times.

–

If it wasn’t obvious enough, you, Folio, and the rest of the boys were once part of a tightly-knit circle bound by the same taste in music and hobbies. 

That was until you had to date one of them for seven years, and unfortunately, break up with the said guy and eventually with the rest of the group. 

You knew from the start it was a package deal. The guys had been friends for so long before you came, so it was just appropriate for them to be on Noah’s side when you separated.

Noah.

Noah Sebastian Davis.

Lead singer of a now-popular metalcore band you once witnessed struggle and grow.

Tall, charming, heavily tattooed, with a perfect nose and cute smile, now with thousands of girls throwing themselves at his feet.

The guy who could sing you a lullaby to sleep one moment and growl like a man possessed in the next.

The guy who used to hold your heart around those long tattooed fingers.

The guy you once thought of as your endgame. 

Well, everyone else did. Even your grumpy work supervisor back then, who always complained about that one tattooed ‘Asian white boy’ ‘loitering’ in the shop all day, silently rooted for the two of you. 

You and Noah met in your late teens, back when Bad Omens was still barely getting out of Folio’s garage, a few years before they released their first LP. You used to work part-time at a coffee shop across the tattoo parlor where Ruffilo apprenticed, so you earned yourself a couple of new regulars after their group made it a habit to rendezvous at the shop to discuss band stuff or just to hang out. You clicking with the long-haired guys covered in tattoos and piercings was a no-brainer. Growing up with an older brother who used to lead a mediocre metal garage band made it easy for you to connect with their music taste and other interests. It was also an advantage that you lived on the same street as Folio, so you’d easily get invited to their band practices and dive bar gigs. 

It was all fun and platonic until two years later, the tallest among them had to ruin it and start showing interest in dating you.

Noah tried to be subtle at first. He would send you random text messages that you were sure he sent to everyone else, which he later admitted were only sent to you. He would tend to come alone to the coffee shop during your shift, casually chatting you up while pretending to be waiting for Nicholas (even during those times when you knew Nick went home to Virginia; you just played along). He would randomly appear at your favorite salad stop during your break, making awkward excuses like he was in the area or Nick or Vince sent him on a salad run (even though it’s a known fact in the group that the aforementioned guys had an aversion to vegetables). Every night out or gig, Noah always made sure he had an excuse to be the one to drive you home, countless times not even allowing your neighbor Folio to come with. And in every hangout, he always had your favorite snacks on hand, while not even bothering to get anything for his other friends.

With those, among so many things, it didn’t take the rest of the guys too long to decipher his feelings towards you. 

And once they did, it was pure chaos that the then 21-year-old frontman had to prematurely confess to you after their set at Chain Reaction (RIP) one spring night. 

It was peer pressure at its finest, you couldn’t help but gush at how Noah rambled nervously like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time. Funny and endearing– certainly not what your lanky long-haired friend was aiming for. 

To his (and the rest of your friends’) delight, his feelings were happily reciprocated. It would be hard not to when you had been on the receiving end of Noah’s kindheartedness, his silly antics, his thoughtful acts of service, and his overall protectiveness. Not to mention his terrible flirting skills that always left you cringing and blushing at the same time. And to top it off, the guy was eye candy despite Natalie describing him as ‘too thin and tall like a praying mantis’.  

How your best friend had to shut up when Noah finally got buffed a few years later was forever etched in your memory. 

So, the 20-year-old you took the risk and went on a series of dates with Noah Davis. Your friendship was at stake; you knew that. But in your defense, you never thought your relationship would go seriously far; you were sure it would be over by the next weekend. And in no time, you’d be back to just being friends again, casually hanging out with the other guys at the coffee shop or Folio’s garage. 

But you and Noah morphed organically. The two of you became inseparable and hopelessly in love that after a few months of dating, you did not hesitate to make it official. And just before marking your first anniversary as a couple, you moved with him and the rest of the guys to LA, with you and Noah sharing a small one-bedroom apartment. 

In your second year, Bad Omens released their second album. It was in the same year that they started to get more attention and obtain an even wider audience reach. They started touring with bigger bands across the US and overseas, and in no time, their traction grew exponentially. 

Young and in love, the two of you tried to live your life together and separately at the same time. As more shows and touring opportunities opened up for the band, you were also starting to build a career you were happy with. While Noah would miss your company whenever he’s on the road, not once did he ever think of asking you to drop everything to be with him 24/7. Sure, you lived on the same roof, acting like a married couple. But you also had your life, and he had his own. 

You were pretty much happy with your arrangement. Both of you allowed each other to chase your own dreams without affecting your relationship. At the very least, you made sure you had time for each other despite everything. Month-long tours were almost nonstop, so you’d set aside a week or two to be with your boyfriend on the road. Noah, on the other hand, always got himself a non-negotiable minimum of 1 month break to come home to you before hopping into another long grind.

That became your routine for a couple of years– your normal. Your time apart surely tested your relationship, but like soulmates in a Hallmark movie, things always worked out for the two of you.

Until it didn’t. 

After the pandemic, Bad Omens started headlining shows and selling out venues left and right. Noah, in particular, had become so sought after that he slowly started to become… absent. 

At first, the unanswered texts, missed calls, and coming home late were understandable. He was just overwhelmed with the hustle from his newfound fame, you thought. You were lenient and considerate enough to give him time to adjust. This was his dream after all. You knew he would do the same for you.

But then it happened again and again that the alarms in your head just started blaring from every corner. Despite the countless apologies and promises to do better, the situation worsened to the point that he would miss important occasions. Noah had let his rockstar life consume him that his supposedly “non-negotiable” month-long breaks with you were cut short to two weeks, and during those weeks, he would still be cooped up in the other guys’ house producing their next hits, planning tours, brainstorming merch designs, and whatnot.

Save for the occasional dinner dates and sex, it was as if you never even existed.

Doubts had long been plaguing your head, but still, you tried to understand. That’s your Noah; he’d come around eventually– you tried to make yourself believe that.

But then came the night when you finally had enough. 

It was your birthday, and the day started nicely with Noah making you your favorite breakfast after making love with you at 7 in the morning. You blushed profusely like a teenager when he’d drawn you a bath and surprised you right after with a big bouquet of roses on the bed and a gift box containing a new dress and a diamond necklace with a note saying, ‘Can’t wait to see you in this for our date tonight. Happy birthday, my love.’

For the rest of the day, it was just impossible to wipe that giddy smile off your face. 

Everything finally felt right. It was as if the sweet, lanky, non-famous Noah Davis from Richmond, Virginia, with the wolf-cut hair, had finally returned home to you. 

For the first time in a long time, your heart was happy. 

But as hours passed and it was finally time for your scheduled dinner date, your chest gradually felt heavy, and you started wishing Noah were sincere enough to at least let you keep that happiness until your day ended… to let you pretend things between you were fine, even just on your special day.

Because clad in your new elegant black dress, you were buzzing with excitement when you entered the restaurant he had booked for your intimate dinner.

Because you were very much looking forward to having your boyfriend again, all to yourself, after he had spent the whole afternoon at the studio. On your own birthday.

Because you didn’t expect your nerves to creep in when 30 minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Noah Sebastian— no ounce of decency to send you a text or call to tell you he was running late.

Because the 30 minutes of waiting dragged on to an hour that the servers started looking at you sympathetically; you couldn’t gauge if the public humiliation was worse than the heavy feeling weighing down your chest.

Because as you finished your wine and placed a $100 bill on the table when you decided to leave, your worry surprisingly did not turn into anger, but disappointment— disappointment in Noah for tonight and all the other empty promises he made, and disappointment in yourself, most especially, for still believing things between you could still get better. 

Because for the first time since he started drifting away, you cried yourself to sleep, not because of him, but because of you and how much you were to blame for letting the situation get this far.

So after seven long years, you finally made the hard decision to let him go. It was high time to set Noah free into a life with no burdens, with no you to worry about and hold him back. 

You didn’t cry when you talked to him the next morning, not even when he didn’t say anything other than a quiet ‘I’m sorry.’

You didn’t cry when you started packing up almost a decade of your life from every corner of your shared house, with him not even attempting to stop you.

You didn’t cry when you hung your house keys on your designated hook beside his for the last time.

You didn’t cry when you started driving away from the familiar neighborhood… and from the man that you could no longer call home.

Tears only blurred your vision and started trickling down your cheeks when you drove by a random taco truck. 

Because memories of you and Noah grabbing your first dinner in LA came flooding back: two ambitious young adults freshly out of Virginia exploring the downtown plaza hand in hand, with nary a care in the world— no thoughts about tours, fans, or the pressure from record labels just yet; you being dragged by your tall ass boyfriend in front of the Mexican food truck because it’s the only thing he could afford that time, and your only concern was you couldn’t choose between the soft and hard shell tacos; you stealing a bite off his soft tacos as he bit off your hard ones; him placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek with his breath disgustingly smelling like cilantro. 

‘I love you so much, I’d get you one of these taco trucks when I’m rich.’

‘Wow, are you gonna make me sell tacos while your band gets to see the world?’

‘Nah, you’re coming with me when our music finally gets us to places we’ve never been… And when we’ve made it big, I’ll buy us a house with many rooms and a backyard for our kids to play around.’

‘And who said I want snotty little babies with you?’

‘I know you do, because you love me.’

Fat tears streamed down your face at the memory as you pressed on the gas pedal. 

You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, but what difference would they have made? 

You knew it was a losing fight from the beginning, but you still took the risk. It was impossible to compete when you’re up against none other than his biggest dream.

You just wished he cared enough to realize that he never had to choose between you and his career in the first place.

–

Heaving out a sigh, you settled in your seat beside Folio and just hoped for the best. 

Thankfully, your ex decided to stay and catch up with Nicholas’ family throughout the dinner service, so you were able to talk freely with the guys. Your heart warmed with their stories of how much they had accomplished over the past two years. You had read the news and seen the trending videos online, but you still couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up when you finally heard from them how they sold out arenas across the country and overseas. 

Noah finally got what he had long deserved after all. 

A part of you wished you could tell him how proud you were of him.

A part of you wondered if things would be different if you didn’t let him go.

Folio wolf-whistling on your side snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Brows furrowed, you glanced at him and mouthed ‘what?’

He just smirked in response as his focus moved towards the stage area, where a very familiar, tall, tattooed guy in a crisp grey dress shirt now stood awkwardly in front of a microphone stand, smiling sheepishly as if he didn’t pick up one for a living. His long sleeves were now rolled up to his elbows, perfectly showing his fully decorated forearms.

After all this time, Noah was still hunched like a shrimp, looking like he wanted to look smaller, as though he wanted to hide or run away from everyone’s line of sight. 

His eyes briefly met yours before he cleared his throat, making you snort internally. Two years ago, you would’ve annoyingly sung ‘Dear Maria, Count Me In’ to him after hearing that. 

But sadly, all you could do now was swallow nervously as you averted your gaze and decided to glare at your seatmate instead, who was throwing you a toothy grin that screamed nothing but mischief.

“Oh, shut up, Nick,” you muttered before taking a small sip of your cold water.

“I haven’t said anything.” The drummer giggled quietly beside you.

It did not take long for Noah to start talking, and you swore you tried your best to drown his voice out with your own thoughts. Instead of listening to how he spoke about his and Ruffilo’s childhood, you tried thinking about your cats at home and if the automatic feeder had dispensed their dinner. Instead of paying attention to how Noah knew Nadine was the one for Nick, you tried to daydream about your upcoming trip to Bali– about the nice villa you booked, the pristine beaches, the warm weather, the sun finally kissing your skin. 

You tried to let your thoughts wander from your pending work deliverables, to your next meal plan, to the hot gym guy you had been crushing on– anything to cancel the noise coming out of your ex’s mouth.

If only it weren’t rude, you would’ve put on your AirPods and had Will Ramos’ squeals usher you into oblivion. 

But fate did not seem to be on your side as Noah said his parting words at the very same time your brain deliberately stopped thinking of anything else to further distract you. 

“Cheers to Nick and Nadine,” he said, a little bit more enthusiastic than his usual self as a smile danced around the corners of his mouth. 

And just when you thought it was over, your ex-boyfriend huffed and pursed his lips before uttering his next words slowly, as if wishing worms would not get out of the can if he were careful enough.

“What you two have is… is something… I… I wish I still had for myself...”

Swallowing, you stiffened in your seat as your heart started hammering against your ribcage. Your eyes trailed towards Noah’s face, now adorned with a tight-lipped smile that instantly activated your fight-or-flight response. With brows slightly furrowed, you blinked away and glanced at the groom, who sensed your unease but could only give you an apologetic smile. And as if everyone else shared the same brain cells, the whole table’s eyes were on you, Folio giving your wrist a gentle squeeze.

The words rang in your ears as your chest tightened.

Something I wish I still had for myself.

I wish I still had for myself…

I wish I still had…

You wanted to scoff hard at your ex’s stupid face.

How could he say that when a whole lot of Nick’s guests knew you two used to be together? When he knew that you, his ex-girlfriend of seven years whom he promised to build a life with, were there listening to him stutter those words out? 

As Noah ended his speech with everyone raising their glasses, you found yourself standing up– carelessly for that matter– feeling the sudden need for fresh air.

“Um… I’ll be right back,” you mumbled to no one in particular before you hurried your way out of the hall towards the adjacent veranda. 

You dryly laughed to yourself as you pushed past strangers and acquaintances alike to get to the ballroom exit. 

How silly of you to believe this whole time that it was Folio whom Nick needed to put a leash on.

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© 2026 paradiiddle | masterlist

[runningincircl3s]

[paradiiddle]

noooo crying bc wdym a celebrity is interacting with my crap here 😭😭😭😭😭 (now i wanna hide haha)

[runningincircl3s]

PFFFT A CELEBRITY 😭 i love your writing sooo much!! i end up being a silent reader a lot of the times because i tell myself i’ll write a long detailed reblog but i always forget and it makes me feel really bad 🥲 but just know I LOVE THIS AND I WILL BE WAITING PATIENTLY FOR THE NEXT PART 🤭🤭

[paradiiddle]

DUDE I AM NOT WORTHY BUT I LOVE YOUUUU 🥺😭

[paradiiddle]

seven years [ex-boyfriend!noah]

For the first time in 2 years, you come face-to-face with your ex at his best friend’s wedding.

Ex-Boyfriend!Noah x F!reader

Content warning: none

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: This was supposed to be a long ass oneshot, but I decided to post the first half now to help me regain my writing momentum. More importantly, I also wanted to post this before Nick gets married irl since I started drafting this when he announced his engagement bc all I could think about was best man Noah in suit and tie 🥺 So yeah, this one’s open-ended; I’ll post another part sooner or later. Lastly, I’d say the title was inspired by Saosin’s Seven Years, but i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m not sure :> lol

“Imagine if you caught the bouquet,” Natalie snickered, throwing you a shit-eating grin through the mirror as she reapplied her mascara while you washed your hands in the sink. “Noah would lose his shit.” 

Rolling your eyes at your best friend’s remark, you tried to keep your focus on the soap you’re lathering, on the bubbles your hands were producing way more than necessary, on the grey marbled sink, on literally anything to make you ignore the familiar warmth creeping up your cheeks. 

For once, you hoped your blush makeup had concealed it enough for her to notice. 

“How long has it been? Two years? Bro’s still hung up on you, I swear. Bryan said he couldn’t even find–”

“Cut it out, Nat,” you interjected, groaning as you finally rinsed and dried your hands with a paper towel. “Please don’t make things awkward.”

“Hey, I’m just stating facts!” She smirked, raising her hands in surrender, obviously trying (and failing miserably) to keep herself from teasing you further. 

“Then I don’t wanna hear it,” you muttered while narrowing your eyes at your giggling best friend. “You guys promised me you won’t make it weird if I came.”

Natalie snorted. “Then you certainly don’t wanna know about the bet they’ve been doing since your ex went stiff like a tree when you…” she paused, smirking as she slightly faced you to look at you from head to toe. “…when you walked in looking like that earlier.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she sing-songed, dropping her mascara tube back to her vanity pouch. “I was just saying, you’re making some heads turn, babe. And a certain someone is surely not liking it.”

“Natalie–”

“Let’s go; I think they’re serving dinner soon!”

Groaning, you followed her out of the washroom and back to the hall where Nicholas’ and Nadine’s wedding reception would be held in a bit. 

A few weeks ago, the thought of dressing up for one of your closest friends’ wedding never crossed your mind. It was still fresh in your memory how you sent your regrets to Nick’s invitation, despite his thoughtful personal delivery of the textured blue envelope with a gold ‘N&N’ stamp to your doorstep. As an advanced planner, you had already made your decision even before you got the chic linen paper in your hands— even before confirming that he would actually want you there after everything. 

Who in their right mind would invite their best man's ex-girlfriend to their wedding, anyway? 

Yeah, no one. No one but Nicholas Ruffilo. 

Sure, you were all friends before things went south, but was inviting you to their momentous occasion really worth the trouble? Save for a few inevitable meetups, you successfully stayed away from almost all of them over the last two years. What difference would it make if you came now?

Despite these questions running through your head, Nicholas was insistent. Annoyingly, at that matter, like his life depended on it. Therefore, after all his persuasion tactics and with Natalie promising you so many tempting favors in exchange (you swore those two were conniving), you eventually gave in. 

What’s the worst thing that could happen, anyway? It’s not like your ex would deliberately corner you and make you uncomfortable on his best friend’s wedding day, right?

Besides, it would be nice to reunite with everyone after two long years. The thought of catching up with the boys rather than just hearing unsolicited updates from Natalie— who started dating their photographer— sounded enticing, despite the setup you knew you’d be in.

So after days of contemplation, you RSVPed ‘Yes’ on the condition that none of your friends pull any moves to make you uncomfortable in the presence of your ex-boyfriend. You wrote those exact words on the response card that you sent back to the groom. To which he happily agreed and even promised to keep Folio on a leash throughout the event. Nick made a mental note to assign that task to Jolly and Davis.

And here you were, a couple of weeks later, all dolled up and clad in a navy blue maxi dress, walking beside Natalie towards the rest of the boys, who all looked dapper as Nick’s entourage. Sitting at your assigned table were your old friends Vince, Jolly, Folio, Bryan, and Davis in their color-coordinated suits and ties. You couldn’t help but tease them earlier for looking so out of character in such formal attire compared to their usual all-black alternative outfits. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve surely mistaken them for men who worked 9 to 5 in corporate.

You chuckled at the thought, and as if right on cue, Folio turned his head your way and greeted you with his signature mischievous grin. It was the same annoying grin he had been throwing at you since the ceremony began— since your ex, who also looked as uncharacteristically sharp as they all did (especially with his overgrown hair slicked back and his shirt collar hugging his inked neck), stood beside Ruffilo at the altar earlier.

“Hey, neighbor, sit next to me,” Folio called enthusiastically like a golden retriever, tapping the empty seat to his left. As much as you wanted to be with Natalie, her boyfriend Bryan had already saved her a spot between him and Jolly. 

You narrowed your eyes at the drummer, your gaze moving from the seat he was offering to the other empty chair beside it, which had a black suit jacket draped over its backrest. 

Seeing how the boys at your table had theirs on, you were not stupid not to piece it together and tell who was (and would soon be) occupying the other seat next to yours.

So much for not making things awkward, huh.

“Nick, just stop whatever you’re planning,” you groaned.

“Have I told you how glad I am to see you tonight?” Your younger friend ignored your remark and practically pulled you down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you against his side. “I was so excited when I knew you were coming! Noah was— ow! What did I do?”

Before he could even continue, you swatted his arm with your purse, making the other guys chuckle at your antics. Just like the old times.

–

If it wasn’t obvious enough, you, Folio, and the rest of the boys were once part of a tightly-knit circle bound by the same taste in music and hobbies. 

That was until you had to date one of them for seven years, and unfortunately, break up with the said guy and eventually with the rest of the group. 

You knew from the start it was a package deal. The guys had been friends for so long before you came, so it was just appropriate for them to be on Noah’s side when you separated.

Noah.

Noah Sebastian Davis.

Lead singer of a now-popular metalcore band you once witnessed struggle and grow.

Tall, charming, heavily tattooed, with a perfect nose and cute smile, now with thousands of girls throwing themselves at his feet.

The guy who could sing you a lullaby to sleep one moment and growl like a man possessed in the next.

The guy who used to hold your heart around those long tattooed fingers.

The guy you once thought of as your endgame. 

Well, everyone else did. Even your grumpy work supervisor back then, who always complained about that one tattooed ‘Asian white boy’ ‘loitering’ in the shop all day, silently rooted for the two of you. 

You and Noah met in your late teens, back when Bad Omens was still barely getting out of Folio’s garage, a few years before they released their first LP. You used to work part-time at a coffee shop across the tattoo parlor where Ruffilo apprenticed, so you earned yourself a couple of new regulars after their group made it a habit to rendezvous at the shop to discuss band stuff or just to hang out. You clicking with the long-haired guys covered in tattoos and piercings was a no-brainer. Growing up with an older brother who used to lead a mediocre metal garage band made it easy for you to connect with their music taste and other interests. It was also an advantage that you lived on the same street as Folio, so you’d easily get invited to their band practices and dive bar gigs. 

It was all fun and platonic until two years later, the tallest among them had to ruin it and start showing interest in dating you.

Noah tried to be subtle at first. He would send you random text messages that you were sure he sent to everyone else, which he later admitted were only sent to you. He would tend to come alone to the coffee shop during your shift, casually chatting you up while pretending to be waiting for Nicholas (even during those times when you knew Nick went home to Virginia; you just played along). He would randomly appear at your favorite salad stop during your break, making awkward excuses like he was in the area or Nick or Vince sent him on a salad run (even though it’s a known fact in the group that the aforementioned guys had an aversion to vegetables). Every night out or gig, Noah always made sure he had an excuse to be the one to drive you home, countless times not even allowing your neighbor Folio to come with. And in every hangout, he always had your favorite snacks on hand, while not even bothering to get anything for his other friends.

With those, among so many things, it didn’t take the rest of the guys too long to decipher his feelings towards you. 

And once they did, it was pure chaos that the then 21-year-old frontman had to prematurely confess to you after their set at Chain Reaction (RIP) one spring night. 

It was peer pressure at its finest, you couldn’t help but gush at how Noah rambled nervously like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time. Funny and endearing– certainly not what your lanky long-haired friend was aiming for. 

To his (and the rest of your friends’) delight, his feelings were happily reciprocated. It would be hard not to when you had been on the receiving end of Noah’s kindheartedness, his silly antics, his thoughtful acts of service, and his overall protectiveness. Not to mention his terrible flirting skills that always left you cringing and blushing at the same time. And to top it off, the guy was eye candy despite Natalie describing him as ‘too thin and tall like a praying mantis’.  

How your best friend had to shut up when Noah finally got buffed a few years later was forever etched in your memory. 

So, the 20-year-old you took the risk and went on a series of dates with Noah Davis. Your friendship was at stake; you knew that. But in your defense, you never thought your relationship would go seriously far; you were sure it would be over by the next weekend. And in no time, you’d be back to just being friends again, casually hanging out with the other guys at the coffee shop or Folio’s garage. 

But you and Noah morphed organically. The two of you became inseparable and hopelessly in love that after a few months of dating, you did not hesitate to make it official. And just before marking your first anniversary as a couple, you moved with him and the rest of the guys to LA, with you and Noah sharing a small one-bedroom apartment. 

In your second year, Bad Omens released their second album. It was in the same year that they started to get more attention and obtain an even wider audience reach. They started touring with bigger bands across the US and overseas, and in no time, their traction grew exponentially. 

Young and in love, the two of you tried to live your life together and separately at the same time. As more shows and touring opportunities opened up for the band, you were also starting to build a career you were happy with. While Noah would miss your company whenever he’s on the road, not once did he ever think of asking you to drop everything to be with him 24/7. Sure, you lived on the same roof, acting like a married couple. But you also had your life, and he had his own. 

You were pretty much happy with your arrangement. Both of you allowed each other to chase your own dreams without affecting your relationship. At the very least, you made sure you had time for each other despite everything. Month-long tours were almost nonstop, so you’d set aside a week or two to be with your boyfriend on the road. Noah, on the other hand, always got himself a non-negotiable minimum of 1 month break to come home to you before hopping into another long grind.

That became your routine for a couple of years– your normal. Your time apart surely tested your relationship, but like soulmates in a Hallmark movie, things always worked out for the two of you.

Until it didn’t. 

After the pandemic, Bad Omens started headlining shows and selling out venues left and right. Noah, in particular, had become so sought after that he slowly started to become… absent. 

At first, the unanswered texts, missed calls, and coming home late were understandable. He was just overwhelmed with the hustle from his newfound fame, you thought. You were lenient and considerate enough to give him time to adjust. This was his dream after all. You knew he would do the same for you.

But then it happened again and again that the alarms in your head just started blaring from every corner. Despite the countless apologies and promises to do better, the situation worsened to the point that he would miss important occasions. Noah had let his rockstar life consume him that his supposedly “non-negotiable” month-long breaks with you were cut short to two weeks, and during those weeks, he would still be cooped up in the other guys’ house producing their next hits, planning tours, brainstorming merch designs, and whatnot.

Save for the occasional dinner dates and sex, it was as if you never even existed.

Doubts had long been plaguing your head, but still, you tried to understand. That’s your Noah; he’d come around eventually– you tried to make yourself believe that.

But then came the night when you finally had enough. 

It was your birthday, and the day started nicely with Noah making you your favorite breakfast after making love with you at 7 in the morning. You blushed profusely like a teenager when he’d drawn you a bath and surprised you right after with a big bouquet of roses on the bed and a gift box containing a new dress and a diamond necklace with a note saying, ‘Can’t wait to see you in this for our date tonight. Happy birthday, my love.’

For the rest of the day, it was just impossible to wipe that giddy smile off your face. 

Everything finally felt right. It was as if the sweet, lanky, non-famous Noah Davis from Richmond, Virginia, with the wolf-cut hair, had finally returned home to you. 

For the first time in a long time, your heart was happy. 

But as hours passed and it was finally time for your scheduled dinner date, your chest gradually felt heavy, and you started wishing Noah were sincere enough to at least let you keep that happiness until your day ended… to let you pretend things between you were fine, even just on your special day.

Because clad in your new elegant black dress, you were buzzing with excitement when you entered the restaurant he had booked for your intimate dinner.

Because you were very much looking forward to having your boyfriend again, all to yourself, after he had spent the whole afternoon at the studio. On your own birthday.

Because you didn’t expect your nerves to creep in when 30 minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Noah Sebastian— no ounce of decency to send you a text or call to tell you he was running late.

Because the 30 minutes of waiting dragged on to an hour that the servers started looking at you sympathetically; you couldn’t gauge if the public humiliation was worse than the heavy feeling weighing down your chest.

Because as you finished your wine and placed a $100 bill on the table when you decided to leave, your worry surprisingly did not turn into anger, but disappointment— disappointment in Noah for tonight and all the other empty promises he made, and disappointment in yourself, most especially, for still believing things between you could still get better. 

Because for the first time since he started drifting away, you cried yourself to sleep, not because of him, but because of you and how much you were to blame for letting the situation get this far.

So after seven long years, you finally made the hard decision to let him go. It was high time to set Noah free into a life with no burdens, with no you to worry about and hold him back. 

You didn’t cry when you talked to him the next morning, not even when he didn’t say anything other than a quiet ‘I’m sorry.’

You didn’t cry when you started packing up almost a decade of your life from every corner of your shared house, with him not even attempting to stop you.

You didn’t cry when you hung your house keys on your designated hook beside his for the last time.

You didn’t cry when you started driving away from the familiar neighborhood… and from the man that you could no longer call home.

Tears only blurred your vision and started trickling down your cheeks when you drove by a random taco truck. 

Because memories of you and Noah grabbing your first dinner in LA came flooding back: two ambitious young adults freshly out of Virginia exploring the downtown plaza hand in hand, with nary a care in the world— no thoughts about tours, fans, or the pressure from record labels just yet; you being dragged by your tall ass boyfriend in front of the Mexican food truck because it’s the only thing he could afford that time, and your only concern was you couldn’t choose between the soft and hard shell tacos; you stealing a bite off his soft tacos as he bit off your hard ones; him placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek with his breath disgustingly smelling like cilantro. 

‘I love you so much, I’d get you one of these taco trucks when I’m rich.’

‘Wow, are you gonna make me sell tacos while your band gets to see the world?’

‘Nah, you’re coming with me when our music finally gets us to places we’ve never been… And when we’ve made it big, I’ll buy us a house with many rooms and a backyard for our kids to play around.’

‘And who said I want snotty little babies with you?’

‘I know you do, because you love me.’

Fat tears streamed down your face at the memory as you pressed on the gas pedal. 

You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, but what difference would they have made? 

You knew it was a losing fight from the beginning, but you still took the risk. It was impossible to compete when you’re up against none other than his biggest dream.

You just wished he cared enough to realize that he never had to choose between you and his career in the first place.

–

Heaving out a sigh, you settled in your seat beside Folio and just hoped for the best. 

Thankfully, your ex decided to stay and catch up with Nicholas’ family throughout the dinner service, so you were able to talk freely with the guys. Your heart warmed with their stories of how much they had accomplished over the past two years. You had read the news and seen the trending videos online, but you still couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up when you finally heard from them how they sold out arenas across the country and overseas. 

Noah finally got what he had long deserved after all. 

A part of you wished you could tell him how proud you were of him.

A part of you wondered if things would be different if you didn’t let him go.

Folio wolf-whistling on your side snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Brows furrowed, you glanced at him and mouthed ‘what?’

He just smirked in response as his focus moved towards the stage area, where a very familiar, tall, tattooed guy in a crisp grey dress shirt now stood awkwardly in front of a microphone stand, smiling sheepishly as if he didn’t pick up one for a living. His long sleeves were now rolled up to his elbows, perfectly showing his fully decorated forearms.

After all this time, Noah was still hunched like a shrimp, looking like he wanted to look smaller, as though he wanted to hide or run away from everyone’s line of sight. 

His eyes briefly met yours before he cleared his throat, making you snort internally. Two years ago, you would’ve annoyingly sung ‘Dear Maria, Count Me In’ to him after hearing that. 

But sadly, all you could do now was swallow nervously as you averted your gaze and decided to glare at your seatmate instead, who was throwing you a toothy grin that screamed nothing but mischief.

“Oh, shut up, Nick,” you muttered before taking a small sip of your cold water.

“I haven’t said anything.” The drummer giggled quietly beside you.

It did not take long for Noah to start talking, and you swore you tried your best to drown his voice out with your own thoughts. Instead of listening to how he spoke about his and Ruffilo’s childhood, you tried thinking about your cats at home and if the automatic feeder had dispensed their dinner. Instead of paying attention to how Noah knew Nadine was the one for Nick, you tried to daydream about your upcoming trip to Bali– about the nice villa you booked, the pristine beaches, the warm weather, the sun finally kissing your skin. 

You tried to let your thoughts wander from your pending work deliverables, to your next meal plan, to the hot gym guy you had been crushing on– anything to cancel the noise coming out of your ex’s mouth.

If only it weren’t rude, you would’ve put on your AirPods and had Will Ramos’ squeals usher you into oblivion. 

But fate did not seem to be on your side as Noah said his parting words at the very same time your brain deliberately stopped thinking of anything else to further distract you. 

“Cheers to Nick and Nadine,” he said, a little bit more enthusiastic than his usual self as a smile danced around the corners of his mouth. 

And just when you thought it was over, your ex-boyfriend huffed and pursed his lips before uttering his next words slowly, as if wishing worms would not get out of the can if he were careful enough.

“What you two have is… is something… I… I wish I still had for myself...”

Swallowing, you stiffened in your seat as your heart started hammering against your ribcage. Your eyes trailed towards Noah’s face, now adorned with a tight-lipped smile that instantly activated your fight-or-flight response. With brows slightly furrowed, you blinked away and glanced at the groom, who sensed your unease but could only give you an apologetic smile. And as if everyone else shared the same brain cells, the whole table’s eyes were on you, Folio giving your wrist a gentle squeeze.

The words rang in your ears as your chest tightened.

Something I wish I still had for myself.

I wish I still had for myself…

I wish I still had…

You wanted to scoff hard at your ex’s stupid face.

How could he say that when a whole lot of Nick’s guests knew you two used to be together? When he knew that you, his ex-girlfriend of seven years whom he promised to build a life with, were there listening to him stutter those words out? 

As Noah ended his speech with everyone raising their glasses, you found yourself standing up– carelessly for that matter– feeling the sudden need for fresh air.

“Um… I’ll be right back,” you mumbled to no one in particular before you hurried your way out of the hall towards the adjacent veranda. 

You dryly laughed to yourself as you pushed past strangers and acquaintances alike to get to the ballroom exit. 

How silly of you to believe this whole time that it was Folio whom Nick needed to put a leash on.

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noooo crying bc wdym a celebrity is interacting with my crap here 😭😭😭😭😭 (now i wanna hide haha)

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seven years [ex-boyfriend!noah]

For the first time in 2 years, you come face-to-face with your ex at his best friend’s wedding.

Ex-Boyfriend!Noah x F!reader

Content warning: none

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: This was supposed to be a long ass oneshot, but I decided to post the first half now to help me regain my writing momentum. More importantly, I also wanted to post this before Nick gets married irl since I started drafting this when he announced his engagement bc all I could think about was best man Noah in suit and tie 🥺 So yeah, this one’s open-ended; I’ll post another part sooner or later. Lastly, I’d say the title was inspired by Saosin’s Seven Years, but i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m not sure :> lol

“Imagine if you caught the bouquet,” Natalie snickered, throwing you a shit-eating grin through the mirror as she reapplied her mascara while you washed your hands in the sink. “Noah would lose his shit.” 

Rolling your eyes at your best friend’s remark, you tried to keep your focus on the soap you’re lathering, on the bubbles your hands were producing way more than necessary, on the grey marbled sink, on literally anything to make you ignore the familiar warmth creeping up your cheeks. 

For once, you hoped your blush makeup had concealed it enough for her to notice. 

“How long has it been? Two years? Bro’s still hung up on you, I swear. Bryan said he couldn’t even find–”

“Cut it out, Nat,” you interjected, groaning as you finally rinsed and dried your hands with a paper towel. “Please don’t make things awkward.”

“Hey, I’m just stating facts!” She smirked, raising her hands in surrender, obviously trying (and failing miserably) to keep herself from teasing you further. 

“Then I don’t wanna hear it,” you muttered while narrowing your eyes at your giggling best friend. “You guys promised me you won’t make it weird if I came.”

Natalie snorted. “Then you certainly don’t wanna know about the bet they’ve been doing since your ex went stiff like a tree when you…” she paused, smirking as she slightly faced you to look at you from head to toe. “…when you walked in looking like that earlier.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she sing-songed, dropping her mascara tube back to her vanity pouch. “I was just saying, you’re making some heads turn, babe. And a certain someone is surely not liking it.”

“Natalie–”

“Let’s go; I think they’re serving dinner soon!”

Groaning, you followed her out of the washroom and back to the hall where Nicholas’ and Nadine’s wedding reception would be held in a bit. 

A few weeks ago, the thought of dressing up for one of your closest friends’ wedding had never crossed your mind. It was still fresh in your memory how you had sent your regrets to Nick’s invitation, despite his thoughtful personal delivery of the textured blue envelope with a gold ‘N&N’ stamp to your doorstep. As an advanced planner, you had already made your decision even before you got the chic linen paper in your hands— even before confirming that he would actually want you there after everything. 

Who in their right mind would invite their best man's ex-girlfriend to their wedding, anyway? 

Yeah, no one. No one but Nicholas Ruffilo. 

Sure, you were all friends before things went south, but was inviting you to their momentous occasion really worth the trouble? Save for a few inevitable meetups, you had successfully stayed away from almost all of them over the last two years. What difference would it make if you came now?

Despite these questions running through your head, Nicholas was insistent. Annoyingly, at that matter, like his life depended on it. Therefore, after all his persuasion tactics and with Natalie promising you so many tempting favors in exchange (you swore those two were conniving), you eventually gave in. 

What’s the worst thing that could happen, anyway? It’s not like your ex would deliberately corner you and make you uncomfortable on his best friend’s wedding day, right?

Besides, it would be nice to reunite with everyone after two long years. The thought of catching up with the boys rather than just hearing unsolicited updates from Natalie— who started dating their photographer— sounded enticing, despite the setup you knew you’d be in.

So after days of contemplation, you had RSVPed ‘Yes’ on the condition that none of your friends pull any moves to make you uncomfortable in the presence of your ex-boyfriend. You had written those exact words on the response card that you sent back to the groom. To which he happily agreed and even promised to keep Folio on a leash throughout the event. Nick made a mental note to assign that task to Jolly and Davis.

And here you were, a couple of weeks later, all dolled up and clad in a navy blue maxi dress, walking beside Natalie towards the rest of the boys, who all looked dapper as Nick’s entourage. Sitting at your assigned table were your old friends Vince, Jolly, Folio, Bryan, and Davis in their color-coordinated suits and ties. You couldn’t help but tease them earlier for looking so out of character in such formal attire compared to their usual all-black alternative outfits. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve surely mistaken them for men who worked 9 to 5 in corporate.

You chuckled at the thought, and as if right on cue, Folio turned his head your way and greeted you with his signature mischievous grin. It was the same annoying grin he had been throwing at you since the ceremony began— since your ex, who also looked as uncharacteristically sharp as they all did (especially with his overgrown hair slicked back and his shirt collar hugging his inked neck), stood beside Ruffilo at the altar earlier.

“Hey, neighbor, sit next to me,” Folio called enthusiastically like a golden retriever, tapping the empty seat to his left. As much as you wanted to be with Natalie, her boyfriend Bryan had already saved her a spot between him and Jolly. 

You narrowed your eyes at the drummer, your gaze moving from the seat he was offering to the other empty chair beside it, which had a black suit jacket draped over its backrest. 

Seeing how the boys at your table had theirs on, you were not stupid not to piece it together and tell who was (and would soon be) occupying the other seat next to yours.

So much for not making things awkward, huh.

“Nick, just stop whatever you’re planning,” you groaned.

“Have I told you how glad I am to see you tonight?” Your younger friend ignored your remark and practically pulled you down next to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you against his side. “I was so excited when I knew you were coming! Noah was— ow! What did I do?”

Before he could even continue, you swatted his arm with your purse, making the other guys chuckle at your antics. Just like the old times.

–

If it wasn’t obvious enough, you, Folio, and the rest of the boys were once part of a tightly-knit circle bound by the same taste in music and hobbies. 

That was until you had to date one of them for seven years, and unfortunately, break up with the said guy and eventually with the rest of the group. 

You knew from the start it was a package deal. The guys had been friends for so long before you came, so it was just appropriate for them to be on Noah’s side when you separated.

Noah.

Noah Sebastian Davis.

Lead singer of a now-popular metalcore band you once witnessed struggle and grow.

Tall, charming, heavily tattooed, with a perfect nose and cute smile, now with thousands of girls throwing themselves at his feet.

The guy who could sing you a lullaby to sleep one moment and growl like a man possessed in the next.

The guy who used to hold your heart around those long tattooed fingers.

The guy you once thought of as your endgame. 

Well, everyone else did. Even your grumpy work supervisor back then, who always complained about that one tattooed ‘Asian white boy’ ‘loitering’ in the shop all day, had silently rooted for the two of you. 

You and Noah met in your late teens, back when Bad Omens was still barely getting out of Folio’s garage, a few years before they released their first LP. You used to work part-time at a coffee shop across the tattoo parlor where Ruffilo apprenticed, so you earned yourself a couple of new regulars after their group made it a habit to rendezvous at the shop to discuss band stuff or just to hang out. You clicking with the long-haired guys covered in tattoos and piercings was a no-brainer. Growing up with an older brother who used to lead a mediocre metal garage band made it easy for you to connect with their music taste and other interests. It was also an advantage that you lived on the same street as Folio, so you’d easily get invited to their band practices and dive bar gigs. 

It was all fun and platonic until two years later, the tallest among them had to ruin it and start showing interest in dating you.

Noah tried to be subtle at first. He would send you random text messages that you were sure he sent to everyone else, which he later admitted were only sent to you. He would tend to come alone to the coffee shop during your shift, casually chatting you up while pretending to be waiting for Nicholas (even during those times when you knew Nick went home to Virginia; you just played along). He would randomly appear at your favorite salad stop during your break, making awkward excuses like he was in the area or Nick or Vince sent him on a salad run (even though it’s a known fact in the group that the aforementioned guys had an aversion to vegetables). Every night out or gig, Noah had always made sure he had an excuse to be the one to drive you home, countless times not even allowing your neighbor Folio to come with. And in every hangout, he always had your favorite snacks on hand, while not even bothering to get anything for his other friends.

With those, among so many things, it didn’t take the rest of the guys too long to decipher his feelings towards you. 

And once they did, it was pure chaos that the then 21-year-old frontman had to prematurely confess to you after their set at Chain Reaction (RIP) one spring night. 

It was peer pressure at its finest, you couldn’t help but gush at how Noah had rambled nervously like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time. Funny and endearing– certainly not what your lanky long-haired friend was aiming for. 

To his (and the rest of your friends’) delight, his feelings were happily reciprocated. It would be hard not to when you had been on the receiving end of Noah’s kindheartedness, his silly antics, his thoughtful acts of service, and his overall protectiveness. Not to mention his terrible flirting skills that always left you cringing and blushing at the same time. And to top it off, the guy was eye candy despite Natalie describing him as ‘too thin and tall like a praying mantis’.  

How your best friend had to shut up when Noah finally got buffed a few years later was forever etched in your memory. 

So, the 20-year-old you had decided to take the risk and go on a series of dates with Noah Davis. Your friendship was at stake; you knew that. But in your defense, you never thought your relationship would go seriously far; you were sure it would be over by the next weekend. And in no time, you’d be back to just being friends again, casually hanging out with the other guys at the coffee shop or Folio’s garage. 

But you and Noah had morphed organically. The two of you had become inseparable and hopelessly in love that after a few months of dating, you did not hesitate to make it official. And just before marking your first anniversary as a couple, you moved with him and the rest of the guys to LA, with you and Noah sharing a small one-bedroom apartment. 

In your second year, Bad Omens had also released their second album. It was in the same year that they had gotten more attention and obtained an even wider audience reach. They had started touring with bigger bands across the US and overseas, and in no time, their traction had grown exponentially. 

Young and in love, the two of you had tried to live your life together and separately at the same time. As more shows and touring opportunities opened up for the band, you were also starting to build a career you were happy with. While Noah would miss your company whenever he’s on the road, not once did he ever think of asking you to drop everything to be with him 24/7. Sure, you lived on the same roof, acting like a married couple. But you also had your life, and he had his own. 

You were pretty much happy with your arrangement. Both of you had allowed each other to chase your own dreams without affecting your relationship. At the very least, you had made sure to have time for each other despite everything. Month-long tours were almost nonstop, so you’d set aside a week or two to be with your boyfriend on the road. Noah, on the other hand, had always gotten himself a non-negotiable minimum of 1 month break to come home to you before hopping into another long grind.

That became your routine for a couple of years– your normal. Your time apart had surely tested your relationship, but like soulmates in a Hallmark movie, things had always worked out for the two of you.

Until it didn’t. 

After the pandemic, Bad Omens had started headlining shows and selling out venues left and right. Noah, in particular, had become so sought after that he slowly started to become… absent. 

At first, the unanswered texts, missed calls, and coming home late were understandable. He was just overwhelmed with the hustle from his newfound fame, you had thought. You were lenient and considerate enough to give him time to adjust. This was his dream after all. You knew he would do the same for you.

But then it happened again and again that the alarms in your head had started blaring from every corner. Despite the countless apologies and promises to do better, the situation had worsened to the point that he would miss important occasions. Noah had let his rockstar life consume him that his supposedly “non-negotiable” month-long breaks with you were cut short to two weeks, and during those weeks, he would still be cooped up in the other guys’ house producing their next hits, planning tours, brainstorming merch designs, and whatnot.

Save for the occasional dinner dates and sex, it was as if you never even existed.

Doubts had long been plaguing your head, but still, you had tried to understand. That’s your Noah; he’d come around eventually– you had tried to make yourself believe that.

But then came the night when you had finally had enough. 

It was your birthday, and the day had started nicely with Noah making you your favorite breakfast after making love with you at 7 in the morning. You had blushed profusely like a teenager when he’d drawn you a bath and surprised you right after with a big bouquet of roses on the bed and a gift box containing a new dress and a diamond necklace with a note saying, ‘Can’t wait to see you in this for our date tonight. Happy birthday, my love.’

For the rest of the day, it was just impossible to wipe that giddy smile off your face. 

Everything finally felt right. It was as if the sweet, lanky, non-famous Noah Davis from Richmond, Virginia, with the wolf-cut hair, had finally returned home to you. 

For the first time in a long time, your heart was happy. 

But as hours passed and it was finally time for your scheduled dinner date, your chest had gradually felt heavy, and you had started wishing Noah were sincere enough to at least let you keep that happiness until your day ended… to let you pretend things between you were fine, even just on your special day.

Because clad in your new elegant black dress, you were buzzing with excitement when you entered the restaurant he had booked for your intimate dinner.

Because you were very much looking forward to having your boyfriend again, all to yourself, after he had spent the whole afternoon at the studio. On your own birthday.

Because you didn’t expect your nerves to creep in when 30 minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Noah Sebastian— no ounce of decency to send you a text or call to tell you he was running late.

Because the 30 minutes of waiting had dragged on to an hour that the servers started looking at you sympathetically; you couldn’t gauge if the public humiliation was worse than the heavy feeling weighing down your chest.

Because as you had finished your wine and placed a $100 bill on the table when you decided to leave, your worry surprisingly did not turn into anger, but disappointment— disappointment in Noah for tonight and all the other empty promises he made, and disappointment in yourself, most especially, for still believing things between you could still get better. 

Because for the first time since he started drifting away, you had cried yourself to sleep, not because of him, but because of you and how much you were to blame for letting the situation get this far.

So after seven long years, you had finally made the hard decision to let him go. It was high time to set Noah free into a life with no burdens, with no you to worry about and hold him back. 

You didn’t cry when you talked to him the next morning, not even when he didn’t say anything other than a quiet ‘I’m sorry.’

You didn’t cry when you started packing up almost a decade of your life from every corner of your shared house, with him not even attempting to stop you.

You didn’t cry when you hung your house keys on your designated hook beside his for the last time.

You didn’t cry when you started driving away from the familiar neighborhood… and from the man that you could no longer call home.

Tears had only blurred your vision and started trickling down your cheeks when you had driven by a random taco truck. 

Because memories of you and Noah grabbing your first dinner in LA had come flooding back: two ambitious young adults freshly out of Virginia exploring the downtown plaza hand in hand, with nary a care in the world— no thoughts about tours, fans, or the pressure from record labels just yet; you being dragged by your tall ass boyfriend in front of the Mexican food truck because it’s the only thing he could afford that time, and your only dilemma was choosing between the soft and hard shell tacos; you stealing a bite off his soft tacos as he bit off your hard ones; him placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek with his breath disgustingly smelling like cilantro. 

‘I love you so much, I’d get you one of these taco trucks when I’m rich.’

‘Wow, are you gonna make me sell tacos while your band gets to see the world?’

‘Nah, you’re coming with me when our music finally gets us to places we’ve never been… And when we’ve made it big, I’ll buy us a house with many rooms and a backyard for our kids to play around.’

‘And who said I want snotty little babies with you?’

‘I know you do, because you love me.’

Fat tears had streamed down your face at the memory as you pressed on the gas pedal. 

You had so many questions you wanted to ask him, but what difference would they have made? 

You had known from the beginning it was a losing fight, yet you had still taken the risk. If there were anything your relationship had taught you, it would be how futile it was to compete for someone when you had been up against none other than his biggest dream this whole time.

But deep down, you had wished so hard that Noah cared enough to realize that he never had to choose between you and his career in the first place.

–

Heaving out a sigh, you settled in your seat beside Folio and just hoped for the best. 

Thankfully, your ex decided to stay and catch up with Nicholas’ family throughout the dinner service, so you were able to talk freely with the guys. Your heart warmed with their stories of how much they had accomplished over the past two years. You had read the news and seen the trending videos online, but you still couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up when you finally heard from them how they sold out arenas across the country and overseas. 

Noah finally got what he had long deserved after all. 

A part of you wished you could tell him how proud you were of him.

A part of you wondered if things would be different if you didn’t let him go.

Folio wolf-whistling on your side snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Brows furrowed, you glanced at him and mouthed ‘what?’

He just smirked in response as his focus moved towards the stage area, where a very familiar, tall, tattooed guy in a crisp grey dress shirt now stood awkwardly in front of a microphone stand, smiling sheepishly as if he didn’t pick up one for a living. His long sleeves were now rolled up to his elbows, perfectly showing his fully decorated forearms.

After all this time, Noah was still hunched like a shrimp, looking like he wanted to look smaller, as though he wanted to hide or run away from everyone’s line of sight. 

His eyes briefly met yours before he cleared his throat, making you snort internally. Two years ago, you would’ve annoyingly sung ‘Dear Maria, Count Me In’ to him after hearing that. 

But sadly, all you could do now was swallow nervously as you averted your gaze and decided to glare at your seatmate instead, who was throwing you a toothy grin that screamed nothing but mischief.

“Oh, shut up, Nick,” you muttered before taking a small sip of your cold water.

“I haven’t said anything.” The drummer giggled quietly beside you.

It did not take long for Noah to start talking, and you swore you tried your best to drown his voice out with your own thoughts. Instead of listening to how he spoke about his and Ruffilo’s childhood, you tried thinking about your cats at home and if the automatic feeder had dispensed their dinner. Instead of paying attention to how Noah knew Nadine was the one for Nick, you tried to daydream about your upcoming trip to Bali– about the nice villa you booked, the pristine beaches, the warm weather, the sun finally kissing your skin. 

You tried to let your thoughts wander from your pending work deliverables, to your next meal plan, to the hot gym guy you had been crushing on– anything to cancel the noise coming out of your ex’s mouth.

If only it weren’t rude, you would’ve put on your AirPods and had Will Ramos’ squeals usher you into oblivion. 

But fate did not seem to be on your side as Noah said his parting words at the very same time your brain deliberately stopped thinking of anything else to further distract you. 

“Cheers to Nick and Nadine,” he said, a little bit more enthusiastic than his usual self as a smile danced around the corners of his mouth. 

And just when you thought it was over, your ex-boyfriend huffed and pursed his lips before uttering his next words slowly, as if wishing worms would not get out of the can if he were careful enough.

“What you two have is… is something… I… I wish I still had for myself...”

Swallowing, you stiffened in your seat as your heart started hammering against your ribcage. Your eyes trailed towards Noah’s face, now adorned with a tight-lipped smile that instantly activated your fight-or-flight response. With brows slightly furrowed, you blinked away and glanced at the groom, who sensed your unease but could only give you an apologetic smile. And as if everyone else shared the same brain cells, the whole table’s eyes were on you, Folio giving your wrist a gentle squeeze.

The words rang in your ears as your chest tightened.

Something I wish I still had for myself.

I wish I still had for myself…

I wish I still had…

You wanted to scoff hard at your ex’s stupid face.

How could he say that when a whole lot of Nick’s guests knew you two used to be together? When he knew that you, his ex-girlfriend of seven years whom he promised to build a life with, were there listening to him stutter those words out? 

As Noah ended his speech with everyone raising their glasses, you found yourself standing up– carelessly for that matter– feeling the sudden need for fresh air.

“Um… I’ll be right back,” you mumbled to no one in particular before you hurried your way out of the hall towards the adjacent veranda. 

You dryly laughed to yourself as you pushed past strangers and acquaintances alike to get to the ballroom exit. 

How silly of you to believe this whole time that it was Folio whom Nick needed to put a leash on.

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© 2026 paradiiddle | masterlist

[paradiiddle]

Someone opened a new document for the first time in a long time and went straight to horny jail 💀✨

[paradiiddle]

tell me if i gave you the world, would you meet me there?

noah photo not mine (couldn’t find the source)

[paradiiddle]

babyy

putting this request on hold for now

[paradiiddle]

[paradiiddle]

[paradiiddle]

[givemesomethingbeautiful]

Bad Omens fanfiction writers really seem to be hated in this fandom, huh? Especially those who write smut.

I just want to make one thing clear again: what I write is purely fictional. For me and many others it’s a form of creative expression and storytelling, not a reflection of reality.

The characters in my stories are fictionalized versions and have nothing to do with the real people behind them. I don’t make assumptions about the real life of Noah or any other band member, and I don’t view them in a sexual way while listening to their music or while attending a concert.

I’m aware that people cross boundaries and the lines between what is right or wrong seem to blurr fast. But my intention is simply to create, share stories, and have a good time with you guys – nothing more.

At the end of the day, it’s fiction. And it should be treated as such.

[runningincircl3s]

this!!! thank you for saying this!!

when i write rpf i like to think of the actual person (so noah in this situation) like an actor, and so the characters i create look like this person but it’s not the real person because none of us fucking know him. you put it so well here, it’s a fictionalised version!

if you can’t separate the real guy from the fiction then that’s where things get a little weird, i don’t get why fanfic writers get so much hate when there are actually real dangerous people out there. noah’s had stalkers, people who pretend to be his partners, and i’ve heard recently people have made ai porn?? and don’t get me wrong i understand some people aren’t comfortable with rpf which i respect and understand, we all have opinions but like… we’re not doing anything to cause any harm?? we just like writing and reading stories that have a cute guy that we love as a main character!! 🙁

[r3prise]

HEY YOU!

i love you 💕

And if you don't feel that love I produce? Just think positive. If someone passed away or you're just having a shitty day/night, just know you are loved.

And if someone makes you feel like you aren't loved, stop associating yourself with said person.

YOU ARE LOVED!!!! 💕💕💕

You have our love.

our hearts.

our loyalty.

Our faith in you.

WE

ALL

LOVE

YOU

💕

Don't ever believe anything else please <3 you're wanted on this planet

[r3prise]

Just tagging people who mean the world to me so they know they are LOVED!!! 💕

@badomensspecter (@rainriot), @xmads-omensx, @runningincircl3s (@angelst4re), @nefugus, @concretejunglefm, @ami-gami, @concreteangel92, @nogoodsailors, @ruffilokisses, @noahslutbastian, @lacy1986, @badalmonds666, @mid-omens, @alwaysfightforwhoyouare, @thefountainn, @findinggodb3for3godfindsm3, @th3-l3tdown, @helliovercame, @foliosriot, @acatatonicpeace, @flowery-mess, @inthedarkofmyroom, @givemesomethingbeautiful, @siphappens, @bartxnhood, @feral0mens, @fuck1ng-queen, @omnz, @hedonist-k1l, @fear-its-beauty, @babeomens, @tellmehowdoesittaste, @slutomens, @concreteburialplot, @concreteemo, @blendinwiththemadness, @buttercupbabyyy, @noahsstrawberry, @caffeinatedomens, @dxthrone, @astronoids, @paradiiddle, @bluebird19, @badomenslullaby, @ladyveronikawrites and @bluehairpunklol 💜

*I tried to tag everyone I could remember too <3

[paradiiddle]

SENDING LOOOOOVE 💕💕💕😘🥰 (needed this as my work anxiety creeps in)

[paradiiddle]

dyfl na tour: the amplification of noah sebastian being daddy af

[nsfw pornographic daddy thoughts below the cut]

daddy!noah who corrupts your innocent ass (literally and figuratively), teaches you the proper ways to have sex. and by proper, he means you stuffed in all ways possible.

daddy!noah who eases you into it: first letting you get used to the feeling of his long fingers in your pussy, the bony ridges of his digits dragging along your tightness, allowing you to adjust to the discomfort til it turns into pleasure. he makes sure his fingertips press deliciously again and again on your sweet spot while his thumb circles your clit that you’re literally crying when your first orgasm hits.

daddy!noah who stuffs your pussy with your soiled baby pink cotton panties as you come down from your high. you wiggle away from him as you’re still too sensitive, but he pins you down with those strong tattooed arms, cooing against your ear as he shoves the soft fabric into your clenching weeping hole. he makes sure to kiss your folds and tells you how a ‘good girl you’ve been for daddy’ when your fluttering walls suck in almost all of your underwear, the small ribbon on its waistband rests against your entrance.

daddy!noah who flips you on your stomach, pulls your ass up, and places a fluffy pillow beneath you to make sure you're comfortable before spreading those ass cheeks and casually spitting on your other clenching hole. you moan against the damp sheets when his fingers start to massage his spit around the tight ring of muscle before slowly dipping a fingertip inside. his aching cock twitches against his boxers as your ass squeezes his finger so unbelievably tight, he can no longer wait to stuff you with his member.

daddy!noah who, despite his urges, knows you need more time to take him in your ass, so he instead adds another finger to stretch you more. his other hand simultaneously cups your pussy, fingers running along your folds, teasing you, slightly tugging on the protruding fabric by your entrance. he makes a whimpering mess out of you as his index and middle fingers graze your sensitive clit, lightly pinching it, making you squeal as you feel something building up inside you again.

daddy!noah who yanks your pink panties out of your throbbing pussy and replaces them with his big fat cock. you gasp loudly at the sudden intrusion, at the unfamiliar stretch as he bullies his way inside you, its thick head poking your cervix when he finally bottoms out. tears stream down your face as you savor the delicious burn in your little pussy.

daddy!noah who enjoys you whimpering underneath him but grabs one of your plushies from the headboard and gives em to you for extra support. ‘hold on to that stuffed animal while i fuck you,’ he commands. you obey, clawing on to the soft toy material as you prepare yourself for his assault.

daddy!noah who starts slamming his dick in and out of you from behind while his fingers continue to dip into your asshole. your tight walls clench around his veiny shaft as if wanting to memorize his shape, his thickness… the way he introduces greed to your pussy as the selfish want to just clamp around his cock forever makes your toes curl. his lazy eyes trail to where you are connected, grunting at the way your wetness creams the base of his cock, the white fluid thickening in every drag.

daddy!noah who grabs a small silver plug from your nightstand and inserts it in your asshole as he continues to fuck you. one hand now grabs on to your breast while the other rubs your clit faster as his cock picks up its pace. soon enough, he feels your pussy contracting and you let out a squeal against your stuffed toy, trying to squeeze your legs shut as you burst around his relentless cock.

daddy!noah who doesn’t pull out yet but slows down just a little bit as he lets you catch your breath. ‘such a good girl for daddy,’ he whispers in your ear before placing a kiss against your head. he takes your pink panties to wipe the wetness along your inner thighs and around your sensitive folds. you whimper, ‘daddy, no more’ as you try to get up and away from him. too bad, you are still impaled by his big fat cock.

daddy!noah who shushes your cries and picks up his pace once again, bringing you to a kneeling position— your back pressed against his broad chest as he mouths along the column of your throat. his large hands cup both of your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples before bringing a hand down to your extra sensitive clit to coax another orgasm from you. ‘you can take it, baby girl,’ he grunts against your shoulder, slamming hard inside you as you continue to whimper with tears streaming down your face.

daddy!noah who pulls out of you as he feels his orgasm building up, manhandling you on your back. he grabs a dildo from the nightstand before spreading your legs open and shoving the silicone into your abused pussy. you squirm and moan loudly, grabbing onto his arms for purchase. fisting his cock, he hovers near your chest and brings his member toward your trembling mouth. ‘open up,’ he taps your lips with his bulbous tip as he slides his cock down your throat. ‘fuck, you look so pretty like this… breathe through your nose, baby. right… there,’ he gently coos before sliding himself in and out of your mouth, not even caring about the tears on your face and your gag reflex.

daddy!noah who, after a few thrusts, spurts his warm release against the back of your throat. he grunts on top of you as he empties his load, taking in your tear-stained face and the spit dribbling down your chin. he gently pulls out as he calms down, pressing a kiss against your swollen lips after telling you to swallow, praising how a good girl you are for him. and as a reward, he moves back to your aching stuffed pussy and moves the dildo in and out of your wetness. he’s got you all worked up and overstimulated that it only takes him a couple of thrusts before you’re again squealing and writhing underneath him.

daddy!noah who cuddles you against his tattooed chest after cleaning you up. both of you remain naked in bed, your thigh hooks around his as he savors the feeling of your soft warm pussy resting against his skin. one hand plays with your hair while the other circles around the little plug on your butt that he didn’t bother taking out. he whispers against your hair as he feels you drifting off to sleep, ‘get some rest, my sweet girl, before i ruin your ass later.’

[paradiiddle]

dirty, pretty, beautiful [stepbrother!noah]

You've been fooling around with your older stepbrother, and he finally takes what he deserves.

Stepbrother!Noah x F!reader

Content warnings: stepcest, smut, virgin reader, loss of virginity, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, oral sex, just filth in general

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: Please heed the warnings and read at your own risk. Kindly skip if you find this theme uncomfortable. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated as always :D <3

‘levity better be telling me that tonight’s just a reason to lose control’ / Dirty, Pretty, Beautiful - The Maine

“Noah… s-stop,” you gasped as you felt his wet lips descend from your jaw to your neck, down to your exposed collar bone. The space you tried to keep between you had become practically non-existent, making you grip his arms tightly as you halfheartedly tried to stop him from pressing more into you. “Mom and Dad will be home soon.”

The tall brunet smirked against the blooming bruise on your skin, his huge frame backing you even further against the wall by your bedroom door. 

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, allowing himself to be intoxicated once again by your natural scent before murmuring, “Do you think I care?”

With lips still attached to the sweet spot on your neck, Noah slowly walked you backwards to your bedroom, proceeding to kick the door closed as soon as the two of you were inside. 

He did not even bother locking it.

“Noah…” you whined quietly as you felt the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. He still refused to listen, bringing one of his hands to cup and knead your clothed breast instead. “I… I can’t…”

“You can’t what, hm?” He responded, looking straight into your eyes– dilated pupils peeking through your curled lashes. Noah gave you a lazy smile before brushing your hair away from your face. “You’re so pretty, I could make love to you all night.” 

Before you could even utter a word, he captured your lips in a searing kiss. Big decorated hands roamed over your upper body as if getting reacquainted with what was once familiar. His large palm found its way inside your loose tank top, caressing your warm skin, eliciting a moan from your occupied lips.

With all your might, you pulled your head back to break your liplocking. As much as you loved this physical connection with him, it still felt so wrong.

“Noah, we can’t do this,” you said, heavy breaths hitting his stubbled chin.

“And why not?” He pried, eyes glinting with mischief as they fixated on your swollen lips. 

“You’re my brother!” You quickly retorted, wincing. Saying those words out loud still sent shivers down your spine.

“Stepbrother,” Noah corrected. “And it’s not like that even stopped us before.”

Your face turned even redder, being reminded of the instances you willingly submitted yourself to him. And the instances where you kept coming back for more. 

It all started three years ago. You were 21 while Noah was 27, and you had to spend a few nights at his apartment in LA. It was a shared space with his friends, so you were left with no choice but to sleep in your brother’s bedroom. 

It was Noah who made the first move with a peck on your lips. You would’ve classified it as innocent if not for how he paired it with his lazy eyes raking along your body like you were not even related.  It turned out he got ‘distracted’ by how sexy you looked rambling in his bed… sitting crisscrossed in nothing but his shirt and some skimpy sleep shorts. 

While that remark caught you off guard, you couldn’t deny that it also made your stomach flutter. A secret you used to swear you’d take to the grave was your crush on Noah since you were first introduced to him at 15. You tried suppressing your feelings, you could’ve sworn you tried, but with all the tattoos, the wolf-cut hair, the ‘cool’ I-sing-in-a-band personality, you resigned to the fact that you were all but powerless against the older son of your mom’s new husband. 

And now, after all these years, you just could not believe that the same guy was finally showing signs of reciprocation to that quiet admiration you had been harboring for so long.

One little kiss in his bed led to another until you were fully making out– teeth clashing and tongues caressing each other while Noah climbed on top of you with both of your shirts (and your bra) discarded on the floor. However, when he was about to remove your panties, you grabbed onto his wrist, sheepishly murmuring that you had not had any sexual experience before. He quietly giggled and kissed your stomach instead, saying in response, ‘That’s okay, let me just eat you out then.’

You were apprehensive at first, but after convincing you to do a ‘trial run’ where his long fingers rubbed over your white cotton panties until you were soaked, you were so blissed out that you gave Noah your go signal to take things to the next level.

So you let him undress you fully, spread your legs wide open, and access your inexperienced pussy with no barriers. And boy, were you glad you did, because it was heaven when he finally swiped his tongue along your slick folds. The way he alternated between making shallow pushes into your hole and sucking your clit had you squealing loudly that he had to hurriedly cover your mouth with his hand, afraid that his friends might have heard. And as Noah continued lapping you up, you felt something in your lower belly tighten and snap, prompting you to squeeze your thighs around his head. You had to swallow your moans while you tugged on your brother’s hair to channel such an overwhelming pleasure for the first time.

‘I’d be happy to die squished by these thighs, princess. As long as I get to devour you every single day.’ 

You still could never forget those words he mumbled against your convulsing center, his lips trailing kisses along your trembling skin, making you wish it didn’t end sooner.

After that night, you and Noah couldn't just keep your hands off each other.

The next day, you returned the favor and agreed to sucking his cock. As a big brother, he guided you step by step on how to blow him properly. His giant frame was sprawled on his bed while you knelt topless between his open legs. Noah asked you to undress him, and it was embarrassing how hot your face felt when his semi-hard cock sprang free as soon as you pulled his boxers down. He chuckled, teasing you with how excited you looked seeing an actual dick for the first time.

But despite Noah being an ass, he was gentle and patient in teaching you how to stroke him with your hand before putting him inside your mouth. He told you he would love it if you then licked his head first, peppered it with kisses, and sucked it gently before you took the rest of him in. So you happily complied, surprisingly enjoying the salty taste of his skin against your tongue.

Next thing you knew, tears started to brim in your eyes as his full, girthy length slowly slid inside your mouth towards the back of your throat. While Noah remained gentle and tried distracting you by playing with your boobs, every poke of his head made you gag. But as Noah put it, you still ‘took it like a big girl,’ and he was proud of how you willingly accommodated his length like it had always belonged there… like it had finally started to take its rightful spot inside you. 

From then on, your sexual activities with Noah had become a habit. Every family gathering always had Noah sneaking into your bedroom after dinner; you on your knees with his trousers down in restaurant bathrooms; him booking a room in nearby hotels while pretending to your parents that you were off to a party with friends– all to satisfy your carnal desires. You allowed Noah to finger you and you dry humped each other from time to time, but things never really escalated to actual intercourse.

While both of you still had a little ounce of respect for the unspoken boundaries of being stepsiblings, you also did not want him to know how scared you were. Seeing how big his dick was, you were so sure it would not fit. Or if it did, it would 100% hurt like a bitch.

Thankfully, Noah was just content with what you were willing to give him.

But not until he came home a week ago and realized what he had been missing all this time. 

With his band taking off, Noah had been busy living his rockstar life, always on the move across states and sometimes overseas, while you remained on the East Coast, living your boring life to finish uni. It was the first time he had seen you after nearly a year, and he could not just take his eyes off you and the glow you were radiating. 

He was not sure if it was the way you changed your fashion style, or maybe your hair, or the confidence you were exuding with every move, but you were indeed growing even more beautiful than the first time he acted on his libido with you. He could’ve sworn his dick twitched when you opened the front door to him last week, donning that wide smile and twinkling eyes as you tackled him into a bone-crushing hug. Your boobs pressing against his ribs made heat creep up his own cheeks that your mom had to comment on how ‘tanned’ LA had made him.

Aware of the boundaries, Noah did not want to push you into anything. But you walking around the house, looking cute and innocent with those legs exposed, while at the same time so poised, surely rewired something in his system. It made him realize he did not want just a sloppy blowjob from you anymore, or you being content with just his mouth on your pussy. He wanted to finally claim you and give you the full experience you had long deserved— make a crying mess out of you while he pumped his thick cock in and out of your tight opening. Just the thought of your tiny hole stretching wide to accommodate his size was already making him hard. And the idea of him filling you up and seeing his fluids slowly trickle out of you might just as well be his own demise.

Ever since your first night when you told him you were a virgin, Noah had vowed to himself to be your first. And he wanted that to happen now. Not caring at all about your parents getting home at any minute. Not caring about the small part of him that screamed how inappropriate he had been acting.

Boundaries be damned.

So here he was with his big tattooed body pressed against your smaller frame as he lovingly smiled at your face filled with both desire and worry. 

“Come on, I know you want me, baby,” he whispered as his fingers played along the waistband of your shorts while another hand cupped your ass, lightly dipping his groin against yours. “Have sex with me, please? I’ll be gentle. I’ll take care of you… make you the happiest.”

You whimpered as you felt his arousal against your clothed tummy. “I don’t know…”

“What, are you afraid they’ll find out? There’s nothing wrong with this; we’re technically not blood related,” he insisted.

“I know. But… it just doesn’t feel right.” You swallowed hard, scanning his gruff, masculine face. You couldn’t help but notice how much hotter and buffed your stepbrother had become since you last saw him. His jawline was much more defined, hair now overgrown with tufts curling around his earlobes and nape, while a faint moustache was growing above his lips. And the muscles that his black shirt was clinging to? You did not want to get started with how hard you had been clenching your thighs at the sight alone. 

“How is this different from the times I ate you out? I practically had my tongue and fingers inside you,” he snickered, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Noah, I- I’m not sure.”

“I’ll go slow, I promise. Let you get used to feeling the tip first, how about that?”

Your cheeks heated up anew. The mention of the ‘tip’ made you recall that one time you tried getting off with that dildo Noah gifted you so you could ‘practice’ while he was away, but you chickened out at the last minute, so you were only able to take in the tip. Safe to say that you never looked at that toy again, thrown carelessly and now forgotten in the back of your closet.

“Come on,” he nudged as his huge palm lightly squeezed your ass. “I know you want me to be your first.”

And god, was he not wrong. While you were scared to go all the way, you also wanted Noah to be your first guy to experience sex with. Despite the limitations you set, you had always wanted him since the first time he kissed you, and you never stopped wanting him since then. For two years now, you had gone on some dates, yet none of those had gone past second base. 

All because of this hot, tall, tattooed rockstar who also happened to be your stepbrother. 

You let out a huff before sheepishly nodding. 

“Okay, but…” you paused nervously as your fingers absentmindedly traced the apple tattoo on his neck. Like how you always would during your intimate moments. “You’re… not gonna hurt me?” 

Breaking the tension, Noah smiled so wide and chuckled before placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “You’re so innocent.”

You playfully smacked his chest in response.

“My sweet little innocent baby,” he teased as he went back to slotting his lips against yours, resuming your makeout session as both of you tumbled into the bed, Noah’s broad shoulders immediately caging you into the mattress. The shared passionate kisses, synchronized moans, and tangled limbs were enough evidence of how much the two of you longed for each other.

There’s no way out now, was there?

The last pieces of clothes were strewn all over your bedroom floor and Noah sat on his calves in between your legs as you slowly fisted his cock, pumping it up and down the way you knew he liked, your fingers collecting his precum to coat his shaft.

“Noah, this is so big,” you said, scanning his raging member from base to the head, its pink tip looking so intimidating wrapped around your fingers.

“I-It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” he answered before letting out a gasp as you squeezed him a bit hard. “Keep going, baby, that’s all yours.”

While you continued stroking his cock, Noah’s hands spread your thighs wider as his fingers made their way to your weeping cunt. He chuckled at how wet and creamy you felt against his digits, already producing a lewd sound with every touch.

Two long, inked fingers then slipped inside you, slowly moving in and out in a very familiar and comfortable manner. Although this time, you also felt them scissoring to prepare your walls for a much bigger quest, all while his thumb circled your sensitive clit.

“Noah…” you moaned, your hand around his cock slowed down as you savored your stepbrother’s appendages. “Fuck, I missed those fingers inside me.”

“Oh yeah?” He replied, smirking. “Once we’re done tonight, it’ll be my cock that you’ll miss the most when I’m gone.”

You whimpered as he pumped faster, your grip on his shaft loosening, but Noah paid no mind. He was getting even more aroused just seeing you submitting to him like this again after a year. 

“I… I’m gonna come,” you cried, trying to close your thighs from the heightening sensation. Noah crouched down to press his lips against yours, fingers inside you speeding up.

“Let go for me, baby,” he breathed against your parted lips before moving his mouth to your neck and down to your breasts. And as he wrapped his lips around a nipple, your walls spasmed and the familiar burst of pleasure surged, making you cry louder than intended.

Noah giggled against your skin. “You have to be quieter than that if you don’t want Mom and Dad catching us, princess.”

He gave you time to come down from your high as he continued sucking your breasts, tongue swirling around each of your hardened peaks, while you lazily ran your fingers along his scalp, trying to catch your breath.

“You ready for my cock, pretty girl?” After releasing your nipple with a pop, Noah pushed himself up so you’re face-to-face, lips finding yours once more as he held your thighs open. His fingers rubbed your glistening folds before tapping his shaft on it, as if asking for permission to enter. 

You just nodded in response as your hand caressed his cheek, fingers grazing his old scars and the little freckles around his nose. “Just go slow, please?”

“Yeah, I got you, don’t worry.”

Noah pressed your lips together before adjusting his position so his shaft sat along your swollen lips. He started moving it up and down to coat himself with your wetness, the mushroomed tip deliberately hitting your clit before moving down to tease your hole.

“N-Noah!” You couldn’t help but gasp at the way he repeatedly poked your opening with just the tip before bringing it all the way back to your folds. “Stop teasing–”

The pressure from a sudden stretch shut you up in an instant as the menace on top of you fully inserted his tip inside you. The tight ring of muscle clenching around him made strings of curses roll off his tongue.

Noah breathed out, staying still as he searched for your eyes. “How does that feel, hm?”

“Kinda stings, but I’m good,” you answered, placing a small kiss on the side of his lips— your way of saying thank you to him for being gentle.

“I’m gonna push inside now, okay? Just stay still and breathe,” he instructed before pulling back a little bit and slowly sliding his shaft inch by inch along your walls.

You winced at the intrusion, your hands now finding purchase on Noah’s thick thighs that were straddling you.

“Noah, I feel so full,” you whined, trying to get acquainted with the heaviness of his cock inside you.

“Breathe, baby, breathe,” he grunted as his balls finally rested against your butt. He placed a chaste kiss against your lips, allowing you to adjust to his size before making any more movements. “Do you feel okay?”

You nodded, letting out a soft moan as Noah’s lips found that spot beneath your earlobe while his fingers pinched your clit to offer some sort of distraction.

You savored a few more tiny kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts before tapping his tattooed thigh, signaling him to start moving.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he breathed before grinding his pelvis against yours. It didn’t take long for him to move his shaft in and out of you, each thrust deliberate yet careful enough not to hurt. Noah made sure to hit your sweet spot in each drag, making you gasp and making your toes curl around the crumpled sheets.

“Babe…” you moaned, feeling him go a little bit faster. Your hand caught his cheek, and you pulled his face down to yours. “Kiss me.”

He smiled before closing the gap between your lips and swallowing the gasps that you let out with every push of his hips. Noah’s fingers found their way back to your clit, circling it as he continued his assault.

“Is this okay, baby?” He asked.

“Hmm.” You nodded, closing your eyes. “Fa-faster, please.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Yes, baby, this feels so good. Fuck me faster,” you answered in between moans, batting your eyelashes at your brother’s amused face. “Please?”

“Tell me if I hurt you in any way, okay?”

You nodded in response and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to brace yourself for the impact. Noah grunted as he pulled himself almost all the way out before slamming into you hard, making you cry wantonly in his ear. Soon enough, he was pumping his cock in and out of your throbbing pussy while muttering curses against the crook of your neck. 

Noah had slept with several women before, but no one could compare to the way your walls were clamping onto his dick like it was made for him; the way you were innocently whimpering against his skin while placing tiny kisses on his neck as he moved inside you; the way you were submitting yourself to him like you trusted him with your own life. 

At that moment, he knew he was screwed. He had never felt this much passion and attachment to a girl he had sex with before– not even with any of his exes. 

Hips relentlessly moving, Noah cursed as he scanned your euphoric state. He brushed a few damp hairs away from your face before peppering your cheeks with small kisses. “You look so beautiful like this, baby. Still okay?”

“Yeah, s’good,” gasping, you answered him, giving him a lazy smile that melted his heart. If only he had not had his cock railing you at the moment, Noah swore he could’ve proposed to you right then and there.

“Oh yeah?” Smirking, he chose to dismiss those feelings for now and tease you instead. He dragged each of his thrusts slower, the sound of your pussy squelching in every slam of his hips making you both moan quietly. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”  

“Fuck, f-faster please,” you pleaded, one of your hands rubbing his flexing thigh up and down until you decided to squeeze his buttcheek– enjoying the feel of his soft skin on top of his clenching muscles.

“Fucking hell, baby, don’t do that,” he grunted, narrowing his eyes at you as you quietly giggled, biting your bottom lip to pay back for his teasing.

“Then fuck me faster–”

You were about to place a chaste kiss against the side of his lips when you heard a muffled voice shout your name from the outside of your bedroom. 

Both of your eyes went wide, Noah’s cock stilled inside you, as you heard footsteps coming up from the living room.

It was your mom.

You silently cursed yourself for being so engrossed in this dirty intimate moment that both of you failed to hear your parents’ arrival when your room was literally located right above the garage.

“Shit, Noah…” Panic evident in your voice, your heart started beating rapidly as you tried to push your brother off you. 

“Baby, stay calm,” Noah whispered, pinning you down to prevent you from moving away. “Answer her, pretend you’re changing so she doesn’t come in.”

“But-”

Your mom called again from the hallway at the same time Noah slammed his unbothered cock hard into you, his bulbous tip poking your cervix making you hiss.

“Do it,” he murmured before placing a peck against your ear.

“I-I’m changing mom… j-just a sec!” You yelled back before bringing your focus back on the delicious sting on your pussy as it continued to receive his cock’s assaults.

With ragged breath, you quietly whimpered as Noah moved even faster– giving you what you were begging for earlier. Thankfully, his dad had your bed fixed a month ago, so it did not make squeaking sounds that would’ve given both of you away.

“I’m not gonna let you go this easily, princess,” he whispered against your skin, dragging his shaft in and out of you as though none of your parents was outside and could literally open the bedroom door any time and reveal your dirty secret. “Not when I finally have you after all these years.”

“Have you seen your brother?” Your mom’s voice just outside your door brought you back to your current situation. Your body went cold, eyes still as big as dinner plates, knowing full well none of you had clicked the lock when you came in earlier. 

Noah chucked into your ear, not even bothered a little bit to slow down.

“Tell her I’m here fucking you so good,” he teasingly whispered before biting your earlobe. “That your brother’s cock is splitting you open, and you looove every inch of it.”

“S-shut up, you asshole,” you quietly spat, squeezing your eyes shut to compose yourself.

Your mom called for you again. “Did he tell you where he went?”

“N-no! I… I don’t know where Noah is, Mom,” you answered, making sure your voice was loud enough.

“Can you call him for me, please? Dad needs him for something in the basement,” she asked before you heard footsteps walking away.

“Okay!” You inadvertently let out a high-pitched squeal when you felt Noah’s fingers circling your clit once again, which earned him a death glare and a smack on the shoulder from you. 

Clearing your throat, you tried to cover your slip-up, “Yes, Mom, I-I’ll call him!”

Noah giggled as he leaned down to add more bruises to your neck. Meanwhile, you heaved a sigh when you finally heard the sound of your mom’s footsteps retreating.

“Good job, baby,” Noah said, chuckling as he pecked your lips. “You handled that so well.”

You hummed in response, rolling your eyes. “Thanks for nothing, you ass— ah!”

Stopping you before you could even start giving him a lecture, Noah picked up his pace, slamming into you extra hard like it was a reward you earned after dealing with your mother while secretly getting fucked behind closed doors.

You could now feel the buildup resuming inside you as he continued to bully your cervix hard, making sure to hit that sweet spot along the way. 

“Fuck, you’re clenching my cock so tight,” Noah grunted. “Are you close, babe?”

“Hmmm,” you quietly whined, wrapping your legs around his hips for extra grounding. 

“Oh yeah? That good? You wanna come around my cock?”

“Y-yes, Noah, please.” Mouth agape, you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your lower abdomen tighten.

“Come with me, baby… just—” He stuttered as he slammed into you hard, balls clapping your buttocks. He grunted in between gasps, “…A lil bit more.”

Noah hit your spot a few more times before the knot in you finally snapped, making you squeal as your walls contracted and a warm gush coated his throbbing cock. Feeling you burst around him made his thrusts erratic, and soon enough, it was Noah’s turn to whimper, his weight collapsing on top of you as he emptied his load into your womb.

“Fuck, baby, that was…” He couldn’t even find the right words to finish his sentence.

You hummed, placing a kiss on his head that rested on your shoulder. “I know.”

With labored breaths, you and Noah stayed in that position for a little while, enjoying the sound of your heartbeats racing as you both started to calm down from your high. He slowly pulled out without getting off of you and you quietly whimpered when you felt your warm fluids trickle out of your sensitive core.

You brought your hand to his sweaty hair, lightly scraping your nails along his scalp, fingers twirling around his locks lazily as you let reality sink in. 

You finally had sex with your stepbrother. 

And you wanted to do it all over again.

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[paradiiddle]

[alwaysfightforwhoyouare]

On last nights episode of dethrone shenanigans.

Opened the group chat and this was the first this I saw this morning thanks to @overmydeadbodysblog

📸to owner

[paradiiddle]

fanfic noah groveling for y/n’s forgiveness lmao

[siphappens]

[paradiiddle]

imagine y/n in a duck costume in the pit tryna rile her boyfriend up on stage. then he reacts exactly like the gif lmaoo

[morticiaadm]

[paradiiddle]

ain't it fun... living in the real world 🎶

[slowpokegamer]

*looking at myself in the mirror*

Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.