cw: colt seavers x fem!reader ノ no use of 'y/n'. smut. inspo post. colt and reader are friends with benefits. competitive colt and reader. cockwarming. reader goads and teases colt. reader is lowkey a brat. colt manhandles reader. dom!colt. unprotected p in v (please wear protection). #theybothwon LOL. barely edited; all mistakes are my own
colt seavers masterlist
The first mistake you made was thinking that you were going to have a normal movie night with Colt. The second mistake was making any bet with him when your best friend could be ultra-competitive, which only spurred on your own competitive nature. So, when Colt made a 100 dollar bet with you, you couldn't help but take it because you'd take any chance to get free money.
Now you find yourself being filled with your best friend's cock while watching a movie that was over 2 hours long for 100 dollars. You were mentally kicking yourself for letting Colt choose the movie because now you weren't even an hour in and you were already aching for Colt to move.
He had warmed you up during the opening credits and the first 30 minutes with a heavy and distracting make-out session and then split you open with his fingers, making you have your first orgasm of the night. You couldn't even shift your hips with how Colt's strong arms were wrapped around your hips to keep your back glued to his chest.
But you knew Colt was just as affected as you were. You could feel his chest rise and fall on your back as he took sharp breaths, and you could feel him twitch occasionally when you attempted but failed to shift your hips. The two of you were partially clothed; Colt's sweatpants weren't even off of his legs, just tugged down to his thighs, while he had a white tank top on, and you had stripped yourself of your bottoms completely and just had one of Colt's old shirts on.
You clenched around Colt unintentionally, and he let out a low grunt. "Shit, you can't do that. That's not fair." Colt's voice was strained as he hissed in your ear.
"I didn't mean to." You said as you did it again, this time on purpose. He groaned again. Colt's forehead fell on your shoulder as the grip on your hips tightened.
"Stop it." Colt said through gritted teeth. You were really testing him. All he wanted to do was move and ram his hips against yours since he had sheathed himself in your tight warmth. But it was against his nature to want to lose a bet, especially to you.
"You know if you want to get this over with, you can just move." You moved your hand to the back of his head and started to scratch at his scalp. You could feel how wet you were, even with Colt being inside of you, and all you wanted Colt to do was move and finally reach the relief that the two of you wanted.
Colt leaned back into your hands, but then stopped. He grabbed your arm and ripped it away from his head. "You're playing dirty. That's not allowed."
"You never said we couldn't." You couldn't help but taunt Colt. You shouldn't goad him, but if it was the only way to distract you from how his cock was carving out a space in your cunt and making itself a home in you.
Colt shut his eyes before taking a deep and composed breath. "Watch the damn movie."
"What's the magic word?" You teased.
"You're so—" He cut himself off with a low moan. You had intentionally squeezed around him again. "I hate you."
You chuckled lowly. "I can feel how much you don't."
"Please, watch the movie." Colt's tone was low and filled with warning.
You didn't say anything but lean back further into Colt. The small movement made his thick cock shift slightly inside of you and was now pressing against your g-spot and you let out a breathy 'fuck' right into his ear.
You saw a muscle in his jaw twitch, which made you smirk, but he kept his eyes on the screen in front of the two of you. Your eyes had focused on the screen for a couple of minutes before you let your fingertips dance along his forearms, which were lying on your stomach and hips.
Colt ignored your touch despite the goosebumps that rose on his arms. You traced shapes into his skin before your hands moved away from Colt, making him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. One of your hands landed on your thighs before the other wandered towards your heated core.
You let out a low moan of relief as you started to rub at your clit, finally seeking respite, and the flame in your lower belly grew steadily. God, you already felt like you were close to cumming with how Colt filled you to the brim.
Colt couldn't take it anymore and let out a groan at the feeling of you clenching around him.
"God, you're such a brat," Colt growled out as he ripped your hand off of your cunt, and you felt him wrap his arms firmly around your waist.
He stood up from the couch, slipping out of you, and you found yourself bracing yourself against the arm of the couch with your hands, and your knees sank into the cushions. You felt Colt's hands land on your hips, and he quickly slid back into you without any resistance, making the two of you moan loudly at the feeling of him filling you once more.
Colt didn't spare you any mercy as he began to roughly thrust in and out of you, both of your moans filling the apartment, mixing with the slapping of skin against each other, the two of you uncaring about the movie that was still playing in the background.
Yeah, it didn't matter who moved first; neither of you cared about the money anymore.
a/n: posts this and runs away. here everyone surprise smut!! also enjoy danny @corinthianism<3
✶.🏷 1.7k — cw: no use of y/n. what it says on the tin. established relationship. domestic fluff. shirtless colt (yum). mentions of colt's back injury and implied chronic pain. colt wears contacts and has glasses. coltland twins mention!. colt can lift up reader. suggestive ending. no smut (sorry) kinda edited; all mistakes are my own
a/n: inspired by this fanart by @graves-yard and yes my fingers slipped and i mentioned coltland twins bc i love that AU sm they are my darlings but i hope you guys enjoy this!! and ik i have to stop teasing you guys with the endings i will eventually write smut for rygos characters but im having too much fun with writing fluff rn LOL
colt seavers masterlist
YOU HAD A LONG DAY.
But 'a long day' would be an understatement. You felt like a chicken with its head cut off as you and the line producer had to readjust the budget again (for what it felt like for the millionth time) after an expensive light fell and broke. And one of the stunt cars hit the crane the camera was on, shattering the camera's sensor and rendering the hundred-thousand-plus camera useless (thank god you were insured, but it's still a pain in your ass to fill out the paperwork).
You rolled out your neck as you entered the dimly lit apartment. Your back and shoulders ached from being hunched over a laptop all day since you had stayed behind in the production office after they had wrapped early, after everything had gone wrong. Still, you stayed until mostly everything was sorted, and your line producer had practically forced you out of the building.
You put your keys on the hook near the door and kicked off your shoes with a soft sigh. You walked further into the apartment, hearing the TV playing softly before you deposited your bag on top of the bar in the kitchen.
You smiled to yourself as you turned to the living area to see Colt sprawled out on the couch with just some gray sweatpants on and no shirt on (you weren't complaining at the sight of a shirtless Colt whatsoever). His head was turned towards the TV, and you noticed that his eyes were narrowed at the screen.
You huffed a small laugh through your nose."Colt, honey, you're either mad at the TV or you're squinting because you can't see it."
Colt's eyes were immediately ripped away from the screen and landed on you. "Oh, you're back!" He sat up on the couch, pausing the movie, and scoffed a little. "And I wasn't, for the record, my eyes were resting. " He denied as he ran a hand through his already mussed-up hair.
"Mhm, suree." But you weren't convinced as you approached and went behind the couch. You noticed that Colt has been having issues with his vision, but he denies it whenever you bring up the possibility that he needs glasses.
You slung your arms around his shoulders from behind and gave him a kiss on the cheek, the scruff of his beard tickling your lips. Colt all but sank into your embrace, and his hand found yours that was resting on his chest.
"How's your back feeling?" You murmured as you traced small circles into his skin.
Colt had tried to come to set in the morning, but you noticed how stiff he was when the two of you woke up, and he could barely get out of bed when he attempted. So you forced him to stay home, let Dan know about Colt, and he called in a friend to take over Colt's stunts for the day.
Colt had been fussy about it, but relented when he saw your concerned face as he stubbornly tried to convince you that he was fine. You had helped him with some of his physical therapy before you left, but Colt waved you away since he didn't want you to be late for work.
"M'good." Colt sighed. He turned and kissed your cheek. "Feeling a whole lot better now that you're back."
You rolled your eyes but still smiled at Colt's cheesy words. "Good." You untangled yourself from Colt. "I'll join you in a bit, I'm going to shower and make some tea."
You stood up straighter, and Colt rose from the couch as you moved away from it. He was quick to round it, grab your wrist, and pull you into him. You had braced yourself with your hands against his chest, and his head dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss. Colt gently grabbed your wrists with his hands to keep you close.
"Missed you." He mumbled into your lips before he continued to kiss you softly, making your heart flare with warmth and fondness.
You pulled away from him. "Missed you too." You looked up at his half-lidded gaze as he smiled down at you softly. "But I gotta shower." You started to pull away, making Colt's grip on you slightly tighter as he pouted at you.
"One more." Colt's bottom lip jutted out slightly. You rolled your eyes at him.
You pressed a quick peck on his lips, which made Colt shake his head. You laughed at the petulant expression on his face. "You said one more!"
"It wasn't long enough." There was a slight whine in Colt's tone, which made you smile.
You pressed your lips against his softly, but Colt had other plans. He let go of one of your wrists to grab the back of your neck and deepened the kiss. The two of you couldn't help but smile into the kiss before Colt pulled away.
"Happy now?" You asked him with a quirk of your brow.
"Wait a sec." Colt pressed one last peck on your lips before a satisfied smile pulled at his lips. "Now I am. Go shower and I'll make your tea." He squeezed your wrist before letting it go.
"Thank you!" You said before the two of you split ways, you went down the hall towards the bathroom, and Colt went to the kitchen to start boiling the water for your tea.
Once you were all showered and dressed in one of Colt's shirts and some pajama shorts, you were sipping on your tea, cuddled up with Colt on the couch, and finishing the movie he was watching earlier. You placed your finished mug on the table before leaning back into Colt's arms. You glanced up at him and saw he was squinting at the screen.
"Babe."
Colt hummed and looked down at you. "Yeah?"
"Are you sure you don't need glasses?" You asked gently.
Colt let out a tired groan and threw his head back. "I'll be right back." He muttered and got up from the couch.
You had furrowed brows as your eyes followed him until he disappeared into the bedroom. You twisted around and sat up on your knees, waiting for him to come back out. Another minute had passed, and you heard him moving throughout the room, so you sat down and grabbed your phone, scrolling on it as you waited. Then you heard his footsteps approach the couch and looked up at Colt, your mouth falling open slightly.
Colt was wearing glasses. You blinked once, then twice. You stared at him intently. Your brain was trying to process the fact that the silver wire-framed fit his face shape perfectly, and you wanted to lunge at him as a wave of desire washed over you, your eyes flicking all over his face as he sat back down next to you. He didn't know what to make of your lack of response.
"Yeah, yeah, I know I look like a dork," Colt muttered as he pointedly looked away from you. You made a noise of denial and dialed back your lust for a moment, seeing how he looked like he wanted to run away. You sat up and got closer to Colt, grabbing his chin and guiding his head to look at him.
"You don't." You reassured him before you moved to straddle him and cupped his cheeks. Colt's hands instinctively landed on your waist as he leaned back into the couch. "When did you get these?" You asked.
"At my last PT appointment, they wanted to do a whole physical, and I almost failed the eye test. So they sent me to the optometrist to get a prescription for the glasses." Colt breathed out before he slid his glasses off his face and placed them on top of his head.
"Why don't you ever wear them at home?" You asked as you scratched softly at the scruff that painted his cheeks and jaw.
Colt's eyes fluttered at the soothing sensation of your nails dragging across his jawline. But he sighed. "Because I prefer my contacts."
You noticed the new bottle of contact lens solution, but you figured Colt went out and bought it for you since you were running low. But now everything was adding up. You assumed he had just hidden the contacts and glasses.
"And I'd look exactly like Ry if I wore them." Colt muttered under his breath.
You didn't hear him. "Could you say that again?"
Colt let out a loud groan. "I don't wear them because then I'd look exactly like Ryland." He repeated with a small frown on his face.
You couldn't help but smirk at him. "Honey, even if you didn't have glasses, you already look like Ryland."
"Don't say that!" Colt shook his head furiously. "We do not look alike!" He insisted.
"Colt, you guys are literally identical twins; it's literally impossible for the two of you not to look the same." You deadpanned.
"I know, but still it's the principle of it." He grumbled before shoving his face into your neck. His response made you chuckle.
You plucked the glasses off the top of his head and coaxed Colt out of your neck and carefully placed them on the bridge of his nose, before kissing the tip of his nose. A small blush bloomed on his cheeks at the tender action, and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"These are meant for you to see, so please stop straining your eyes, okay?" You looked down at him with a reassuring look in your eyes.
Colt looked at you for a moment before nodding. "Fine. I will."
You smiled before kissing Colt. "If it makes you feel any better, you look really hot in these glasses." You mumbled against him.
Colt's grip on your waist tightened. "Really?" His voice got a tad deeper as he pulled away. "You like me in these glasses?" Colt's hands migrated down to your ass and gave it a playful squeeze.
"Mhm." You bit your bottom lip as your hands buried themselves in his hair.
"Wanna show me how much you like them?" A dangerous smirk on his face as he stood up from the couch, with you still in his arms, and led you to your shared bedroom.
Yeah, you liked them a whole lot more than Colt was expecting.
you help holland with his tangled shoulder holster and fluster him in the process
✶.🏷 1.2.k — cw: no use of y/n. fluff. suggestive but nothing happens. reader is holland's and healy's partner. cursing. holland is pining and a little pathetic about it (but what's new). reader is a bit of a tease. holland might be a little ooc! bc its my first time writing for him. kinda edited; all mistakes are my own
a/n: this fic was HEAVILY inspired by this ask from anon and the lovely @bibigo-lover's comment underneath the ask and so everyone thank bibi for my first holland fic!
holland march masterlist
HOLLAND NEEDS TO TAKE CARE OF HIS GEAR.
Holland stared down the tangled mess of his shoulder holster, and he scratched the back of his head. He honestly had no idea how it even got like that, but then again, he pulled it out of his laundry basket when he finally managed to do it, so he might have an inkling of how it managed to get all twisted up.
Holland sighed and scrubbed a hand over his mouth as he stood in the middle of his bedroom, debating whether or not he had the time to try and untangle the mess of leather in front of him or risk getting his ass blown off by sticking his gun in the waistband of his slacks.
He barely registered the knocks at his front door and Holly opening it. He heard her say your name and greet you at the door before inviting you in. The two of you started to converse in low voices. He sighed in relief and left his bedroom.
"Oh, come on, March—" You looked over to where he was in the hallway, right where you stood in his entryway, having heard his footsteps. "Hurry up and finish getting dressed, we're gonna be late." You didn't even say good morning to him as you gestured to your watch.
Holland huffed, but had a lazy smirk on his face. "Well, good morning to you, too, sweetheart."
You sent him a small scowl, which he always liked when you aimed it at him (he couldn't explain to you why, though). "I don't want Healy mad at 9 in the morning."
Holland raised his hands in surrender. "Neither do I, but um— I need your help with something."
"What is it?" You cocked a suspicious brow at him.
"The problem is on my bed." He gestured to his bedroom down the hall.
"I swear to god if this is one of your ploys to get me—"
"It's not! " He reassured, cutting you off. But you could see the corner of Holland's lip twitch a little. "My holster is all tangled up."
Your eyebrows scrunched together in a way Holland always thought was cute. "Tangled? How in the hell do you manage that?" You started walking down the hall towards his bedroom.
"I may have thrown it in the wash?" Holland said, unsure, as he followed after you.
You rolled your eyes. "Of course you did." You sighed and entered his room, immediately spotting the said holster in question. You took a cursory glance at his room, and it was cleaner than you expected it to be, but it was still a mess. You could see some of his laundry still strewn about the floor, and an ashtray filled with dead cigs and ashes sat on his nightstand.
Holland noticed your inquisitive gaze and cursed himself out in his head, wishing he had cleaned up a little before you had come into his room. "Can you help or not?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute." You grabbed the holster off the bed and started to undo some of the straps, and fiddled with it while Holland finished getting ready.
Luckily for both of you, he was mostly dressed, save for his tie, holster, and suit jacket. He had moved to the mirror on his dresser and began doing up his tie slowly (he definitely wasn't distracted by the sight of your intense, focused stare at the task in front of you). You were quick to untangle the mess that was his holster and gestured for him to stick his arms out so you could sling the holster onto him.
It was almost seamless how the two of you moved, and you adjusted the straps on his back to fit him snugly. Holland couldn't help but notice how oddly domestic this felt as he put on his yellow tie, how wordlessly the two of you fell into each other, even though it had been a long time since he felt this way.
Holland had to resist the shiver that threatened to zip down his spine at the feeling of your fingertips brushing against his back—he swore he could feel your touch through the layers he was wearing—god, he needed a cigarette.
You eventually moved to his front after he had quickly (and a little sloppily) done up his tie (he's blaming it on not having had his morning cig yet). You made sure the straps weren't loose or frayed in the wash, since you had gotten him this holster as a birthday gift that had just passed.
Being in this close proximity to you made Holland's heart beat faster and his hands sweaty; he felt like a teenage boy with a crush all over again. He swallowed thickly as he tried not to stare at you (he failed) while you were adjusting everything for him; his eyes flickered from your deft hands to your face. They are just my partner, my business partner, who is very smart, and attractive, good with my daughter, puts up with my shit, and who I'd like to—his mental mantra got interrupted by his wandering thoughts. He almost physically shook his head to get rid of them.
Holland was so in his head that he didn't notice how you were smirking at him, clearly noticing how much you were affecting him. You pulled a particular strap by his armpit tight. You pulled with a lot more force than he expected, and he stumbled a little, which pulled him out of his head, and his blue eyes met your mirth-filled ones, your hands lingering on his arms as you braced him as he almost pitched over into you before you pulled away.
"Tight enough?" You asked with a faux innocent tone in your voice,
"What?" Holland's voice cracked and went a pitch higher than it normally was, clearly affected by you and your words (and just with your entire being in general).
"Is everything tight enough?" You repeated as you gestured to his holster, holding back a smile, but you were thoroughly amused at Holland's reaction.
Holland cleared his throat and nodded. "Oh, yeah. Very nice and tight and secure. This bad boy isn't moving." He waved his arms around to show how much mobility he had.
"Good." You nodded as well, but you didn't step away from him yet. You adjusted his crooked tie for him and patted him on the chest. He stared down at you dumbly. You sent him a sly smile before slinking out of the room.
Holland stood there for a moment, trying to savor the warmth leaking through the fabric of his shirt where your hands rested, his brain trying to catch up with his body. It wasn't like the two of you hadn't been in close proximity before, but this time felt different to him, like the air had been charged with something (he was hoping it was with sexual chemistry).
He could faintly feel something stir in his lower abdomen just from the slightest bit of contact. Oh, come on, March, get it together! They barely touched you!
"Hurry up, March, we're going to be late!" Your voice broke through his stunned stupor, and he was quick to grab his jacket and hustle out of his house.
cw: none really. fluff. hard launching. colt seavers failing at being nonchalant. reader, dan, and jody tease colt in the comments. colt being mistaken as tom ryder LOL. my finger slipped and now the coltland twins are canon in this smau. rina sawayama is the fc but you can imagine whoever you want! a pt.2 to this!!
colt seavers masterlist
yourusername
liked by seaversstunts, jodymoreno, and 3.1 million others
yourusername my album 'news and motorsports' is out now!! i cannot wait to go on tour and perform it for you guys <33
view all 78.4k comments
user3 jesus girl you just wrapped a movie and now you're going on tour??
↳ user1 @.user3 thanking mother rn she's feeding us big time rn
user5 immediately claiming riding that song is SO good
↳ user4 @.user5 oh god yes i cannot wait to see her perform it
↳ user5 @.user4 SAME i lucked out and won the ticket wars 🙂↕️
jodymoreno congrats!! i'm blasting this 24/7 in my house ♥︎ by author
↳ yourusername @.jodymoreno thank youu and i love you <33
seaversstunts okay this is a decent album
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts im glad it has your stamp of approval 😒
↳ dandoesstunts @.seaversstunts stop lying its been on repeat in your trailer like its going triple platinum ♥︎ by author
↳ jodymoreno @.seaversstunts yeah we can hear it when we walk past it ♥︎ by author
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts @.jodymoreno i hate you guys stop EXPOSING me
↳ jodymoreno @.seaversstunts no ❤️
user8 okay who is @.seaversstunts bc i see him all the time in her likes and comments 😭
↳ user2 @.user8 im pretty sure he's tom ryder's stunt double and they just did a movie together so im assuming they met on set and became friends
seaversstunts
liked by yourusername, dandoesstunts and others
seaversstunts a photo dump bts of the long game 😎 👍
dandoesstunts mmm interesting that you didn't post the group photo we took when we went to karaoke 🤔🤔
↳ jodymoreno @.dandoesstunts right that's very interesting...
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts @.jodymoreno you guys are on thin ice
yourusername YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GOING TO POST THAT PHOTO ♥︎ by author
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername oopsie?
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts watch your back seavers
↳ dandoesstunts @.yourusername he's blushing rn btw
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts THAT'S IT YOU'RE GETTING BLOCKED
yourusername
liked by jodymoreno, seaversstunts, and 3.5 million others
yourusername LA N.1 you guys were amazing!!
view all 98.3k comments
jodymoreno such an electric show!! ♥︎ by author
↳ dandoesstunts @.jodymoreno my favorite part was when colt was drooling over himself ♥︎ by author
↳ jodymoreno @.dandoesstunts so the entire show then? ♥︎ by author
user3 so are we not going to talk about the 'riding' segment of her show??
↳ user2 @.user3 wait what happened?? i lost the ticketmaster wars 😔
↳ user3 @.user2 right before she sung riding, she did this bit where she "lost" her cowboy hat and looks in the audience to see that someone is wearing her hat and chooses them to be her "ride" of the night bc of the cowboy hat rule and the guy she chose tonight was FINE AS FUCK
↳ user8 @.user3 cowboy hat rule?
↳ user3 @.user8 if you take a cowboy hat off of someone's head and wear it that means you have to ride the cowboy
user4 the guy she chose for riding was soooooo hot 😩 guys do your thing PLEASE
↳ user6 @.user4 it was @.seaversstunts!! he's tom ryder's stunt double
↳ user4 @.user6 damn you're quick with it 😭
user3 @.user6 you and i both saw the tension with them right??
↳ user6 @.user3 oh 100% he was staring at her HARD on the big screen as she was performing
↳ user3 @.user6 i sure hope she got to ride him if not im volunteering as tribute
youruser.updates
liked by user3, user6, and others
youruser.updates @.yourusername was out spotted having dinner with @.tomryder tonight in LA
view all 2.5k comments
user1 i thought we were better than posting about her dating life...
↳ user5 @.user1 clearly thats not the case 😭
user4 well this is random...
↳ user3 @.user6 right...
user6 LMAO that's not tom BAHAH
↳ user2 @.user6 then who is it??
↳ user6 @.user2 i think its his stunt double, they look very similar to each other
↳ user2 @.user6 mmm i don't really see it
yourusername
liked by seaversstunts, jodymoreno, and 3.8 million others
yourusername cats out of the bag! love you my danger magnet <33
tagged: seaversstunts
view all 64.2k comments
dandoesstunts FINALLY now i don't have to be bothered by colt about how great you are
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts now im going to be even worse ♥︎ by author
↳ dandoesstunts @.seaversstunts put the cat back in the bag NOW
jodymoreno how does your brother even stand you
↳ yourusername @.jodymoreno HE HAS A BROTHER??
↳ danddoesstunts @.yourusername twin brother actually
↳ seaverstunts @.jodymoreno @.danddoesstunts GUYS STOP YOU GOT ME IN TROUBLE SHE'S YELLING AT ME NOW 😭😭
user3 wow not even a soft launch she really said yall are gonna know who im dating
↳ user2 @.user3 she said my man my man my man we love to see it
user6 NOOO MY WIFE HAS BEEN TAKEN BY A HOT MAN 😭
↳ user6 @.user6 but im happy for you guys or whatever🙄🙄
↳ user7 @.user6 as if you had a chance with her
↳ user6 @.user7 girl its called a JOKE
seaversstunts now why did you choose that middle photo...
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts because you literally posed for it how could i not use it
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername but there are better photos of me you could have posted
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts i have worse ones that i could have posted when you neglected to tell me you had a TWIN
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername im sorry and i love and adore you so so so much and i love the photos you posted of me ♥︎ by author
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts that's what i thought and i love you too <3
seaversstunts
liked by yourusername, rylandgrace, and others
seaversstunts i love my talented girl ❤️
tagged: yourusername
view all 11.8k comments
user3 oh the way he just posted her as a hard launch ♥︎ by author
↳ user6 @.user3 may this kind of love find me
user4 ugh i love it when hot people date each other ♥︎ by author
dandoesstunts ugh barf
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts so you hate love huh?
↳ dandoesstunts @.seaversstunts i don't ik you're just going to be annoying about it on your page now
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts youd be correct i gotta show off my girl
rylandgrace so this is the girl you keep talking about endlessly
↳ yourusername @.rylandgrace and you're the twin... dm me
↳ rylandgrace @.yourusername will do
↳ seaversstunts @.ryland grace BRO WHY IS THIS THE ONE TIME YOU'RE ON YOUR SOCIALS??
↳ rylandgrace @.seaversstunts because my students keep asking me how i 'bagged' a famous pop star and i had to see what they were talking about and tbh idk how you did it
↳ seaversstunts @.rylandgrace you're my biggest hater did you know that?
↳ rylandgrace @.seaversstunts someone's gotta keep your ego in check
yourusername you def posted that middle pic in spite of me huh? ♥︎ by author
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername i'll never tell 🤫
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts 🙄 i love you i guess
a/n: call me the flash with how fast i made this smau because inspo struck thanks to bibi's comment and this is for me and like 5 other colt fans. also yes i snuck in coltland twins because i had to do it for a fic eventually LOL. but i hope you guys enjoy this 🤭🤭
tagging: @corinthianism ; @bibigo-lover ; @rockylandphm bc you guys showed me so much love on the last part i adore yall so much <33
cw: none really. fluff. fake movie i just came up with. tom ryder slander if you squint LOL. reader and colt lowkey flirt. colt tries to be nonchalant and fails. jody and dan are besties with reader. rina sawayama is the fc but you can imagine whoever you want!
colt seavers masterlist
deadline
liked by yourusername, jodymoreno, and others
deadline EXCLUSIVE: Music Artist, y/n l/n, is to star opposite of Tom Ryder in a new feature called, 'The Long Game', an action packed, romantic comedy about two rival assassins hired to take out the same target. The movie is set to be directed by Jody Moreno and it's y/n l/n's acting debut.
More details online at the link in bio
view all 2.8k comments
yourusername so so excited to be apart of this project!
↳ jodymoreno @.yourusername i cannot wait to work with you!
↳ tomryder @.yourusername can't wait to share the screen with you 😉
youruser.updates AHH cannot wait for our girl to shine on the silver screen!!
user1 she needs to save the talent for the rest of us
↳ user8 @/user1 no ur so right like she can sing, she can dance, she can model and now she can act?? it's kinda insane how good she is at everything
user3 OMG SHE GETS TO WORK WITH TOM RYDER??
↳ user6 @.user3 yeah no im so jealous 😭
↳ user2 @.user3 @.user6 im jealous of tom but ngl i want both them
↳ user6 @.user2 that's so real of you
user4 oh this is gonna be THE movie of the year
user7 she should stay in her lane smh she's probs not even a good actor
yourusername
liked by seaversstunts, jodymoreno, and 1.9 million others
yourusername photo dump for the month!! and yes filming the long game has been as much fun as it seems ;)
jodymoreno its been so fun working with you!! ♥︎ by author
↳ yourusername @.jodymoreno you're the best director ever!
user1 are we getting new music???
↳ yourusername @.user1 🤫🤫🤫
↳ user1 @.yourusername HOLYY SHIT YOU ACTUALLY RESPONDED 😭🫶
user4 now who is that in 6th pic 🤨🤨
↳ user2 @.user4 idk but hes lowkey fine...
↳ user6 @.user2 id have to agree
↳ user8 @.user4 im pretty sure that's tom's stunt double! @.seaversstunts
↳ user4 @.user8 wait i thought tom did all of his own stunts...
seaversstunts how did you get that pic of me? ♥︎ by author
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts a magician never reveals their secrets 😏
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername but i swore i saw jody take that photo
youruser.updates and she does her own stunts!! ♥︎ by author
↳ user3 @.youruser.updates our multi-talented queen 🙂↕️
yourusername
liked by seaversstunts, dandoesstunts, and 2.3 million others
yourusername surprise! my new single 'danger' is out now!!
view all 22.0k comments
user1 girl aren't you still filming 😭😭
↳ user4 @.user1 no fr when does she find the time oml
jodymoreno #busywoman ♥︎ by author
user5 OMG DOES THIS MEAN A NEW ALBUM IS COMING??
↳ yourusername @.user5 teehee 🤭
seaversstunts okay maybe ill give it a listen
↳ jodymoreno @.seaversstunts don't lie dan told me you were blasting this song in your trailer ♥︎ by author
↳ seaversstunts @.jodymoreno @.dandoesstunts YOU RATTED ME OUT
↳ dandoesstunts @.seaversstunts then stop trying to act cool
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts huh and he said he doesn't listen to my music...
user3 wait who is that in the last pic??
↳ user6 @.user3 im wondering the same thing... quick does she have a new man???
↳ user9 @.user6 nahh i don't think so she's notoriously private about who she's dating
yourusername i can't believe its over already! i had such a blast working with you <33 ♥︎ by author
↳ jodymoreno @.yourusername i adored working with you! missing you already x
dandoesstunts ill miss me and you making fun of colt about his crush ♥︎ by author
↳ jodymoreno @.dandoesstunts we can still do it anyway
↳ seaversstunts @.dandoesstunts @.jodymoreno i won't 🙄 also STFU she can see these comments
↳ yourusername @.dandoesstunts who does colt have a crush on 🤔
yourusername
liked by tomryder, seaversstunts, and 2.6 million others
tomryder loved working alongside you ♥︎ by author
↳ yourusername @.tomryder same!!
jodymoreno when can i get you on my next set?? ♥︎ by author
↳ yourusername @.jodymoreno just text me and ill be there 🙂↕️
user4 thank you for gracing us with half shirtless tom ryder 🙂↕️🙂↕️
↳ user6 @.user4 you're looking at tom but im looking at the blonde guy in the second pic
↳ user2 @.user6 im right there with you he's FINE as hell ♥︎ by author
↳ user2 OMG SHE LIKED MY COMMENT LOL
seaversstunts woah i wonder who's that handsome guy in the second pic
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts i have no idea, he was in the way when i was taking a pic of jody
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername you're so mean to me :((
↳ yourusername @.seaversstunts and you're full of yourself
↳ seaversstunts @.yourusername i think you're confusing me with someone else, besides you like it 😉
↳ user3 @.user6 are we seeing this??
↳ user.6 @.user3 oh im seeing it, im lowkey shipping it...
a/n: had so much fun making this and its much longer than i anticipated and i didn't even get to the soft launch that i wanted T-T so there's a chance of a part two coming your way 🤭🤭 | tagging danny @corinthianism bc i think they'll enjoy it hehe
CW: swearing, mentions of alcohol, description of drunkness, insecurity, sad!Noah, the slightest depiction of anxiety, flirting.
Part 4 [Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3]
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (+18 only)
A/N: hi! here's part 4! So sorry for the delayed update but life has been happening and the heatwave didn't really help either 🙈 Hope you enjoy it! ✨It's a longer chapter than I anticipated but I wanted to give a bit more space both to the group and the group dynamic and the shift in the relationship. Let me know what you think!
Shoutout to @takeme1st for making me discover the jam that is "Stad i ljus", a little piece of swedish culture! 💜
PS. If I forgot to add someone to the taglist, or you'd like to be added for the first time, please let me know in the comments!
@runningincircl3s just published her fantastic first chapter for a similar fic "summerboy" so does @choillysblog with her oneshot "booked together" 💜
Disclaimer: These are fictionalized versions of the band members. Their actions and personalities in this story are entirely products of my imagination and are not intended to represent the real people in any way.
Everything happened so fast that, now, being squished among those people, you weren’t even sure what were you doing in the elevator in the first place.
The whole cabin filled with conversations about alternating heel lifts and front leg kicks and how they were supposed to be good for osteoporosis. You bit back a loud laugh that was bubbling in your chest, bowing your head down, you still couldn’t contain a wide grin, your lower lip still caged between your teeth.
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Noah who was already looking sheepishly at you. He had his lips pressed together, and a funny look on his face. Before bursting into a shared laughter you looked away, trying to gather yourself just a bit.
Then you felt it. A light weight touch, so soft that you almost imagined it.
You felt Noah’s finger searching, reaching for your hand, gently brushing it as if asking for permission. Instinctively you reached out.
Your fingers danced a bit with each other, getting accustomed to the new sensation. Noah’s skin was so soft but you noticed the calluses on his fingertips from years of playing guitar. They were quite a stark contrast with how his skin felt overall.
Eventually, he took the courage to intertwine them. His warm, large palm enveloped yours.
That’s when you fully turned your head, your gaze locked with his.
His features were softer, more relaxed, his jaw finally slacked, a toothy grin welcomed you. Without ever losing your gaze, Noah brought your hand to his lips, pressing them, ever so delicately onto the back of it.
The deep intimacy of that moment, made your body become rigid. As much as you wanted it, wanted this, there was still that part of you that was afraid of getting a bruised knee, as Bob said.
He told you. He was ready to explore, ready to get to know what has been building up until this point between you two. But, you? Were you actually ready? Or have you been too focused on him to sort out whatever was going on with you?
You swallowed a very heavy lump in your throat, feeling your breathing shortening more and more. Noah must’ve felt something shift in you because you felt his grip tightening.
“Well, that’s us” Noah’s voice cut through your thoughts. A few “sorrys” were spoken before managing to get off the elevator and started walking.
“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t expecting to be interrupted with a conversation about bones and water activities, but we’re through now” he laughed.
You were a few steps behind him, hands still laced together. Noah did a double take, trying to gauge how you were, then he suddenly stopped closing the distance. “Hey” he whispered “are you with me?”
You nodded, suddenly very shy.
“I was thinking, how’d you feel if we get a moment to ourselves and talk for a bit?” his eyes looked for yours, a hand caressing your hair.
Reassured, you nodded a bit more enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d like that”
“What about my room? It’s here on this floor”
The “room”, well the straight up flat they had, was completely empty. The atmosphere completely different from trivia night.
The space was cramped or, better, felt like it. A tangle of wires, phone charges most probably, sat in a corner, cables flying everywhere as if there were tiny spider legs. Hoodies and jackets adorned the sofa and a few chairs around the dinner table. Mugs with half drank coffee scattered around the coffee table beside a worryingly large amount of redbull cans.
“Who needs THAT amount of energy drinks?” you pointed at the small group of blue cans on the coffee table. “Do we need to be ready for an imminent heart attack?”
Noah snickered, shaking his head. “I think it’s a very serious issue, Noah” you retorted, a very tiny smile blooming.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it y/n, but I think we have something else more important on our hands today, wouldn’t you say?” he asked.
“We can’t sit on the sofa, can we now?” you deflected, nerves starting to bubble in your stomach. Noah took a quick glance toward the furniture before bowing his head “I was thinking we can do it in my room” he murmured. “You know, just making sure no one is bursting in at any moment” he concluded, his hand gripping his bicep trying to sooth himself.
“Oh…” is all you could muster. Your hands picking nervously at the cuticles.
His room wasn’t exactly different from the others you visited. You stood by the door, taking in the scenery. It was a bit bigger than yours and your friends, but what struck you the most was the huge balcony, almost a terrace, he had. Not only that, but on the right corner you spotted a tiny circular pool, you guessed it, a jacuzzi, sitting on a raised platform.
You couldn’t help your reaction: eyes widened and mouth wide open. “What the fuck is that, Noah?” you stuttered pointing towards the window.
“Y/n” your name sounded stern once it left Noah’s mouth. “Please, I get it, I’m nervous too, but I think we’ve gotten to a point where there’s no going back.” He settled on his bed, back supported by the headboard while his long legs were splayed on the mattress.
Unsure of your steps, you took the armchair tucked under the little table in his room, spinning it in order to face across from him. You brought your knees to your chest.
Silence settled between the two, loud and very heavy.
You kept playing with the hem of your socks, chin on your knees. You took a few deep breaths just to ground yourself, trying to slow down your heart which was going way too fast for your liking.
“You know, if you’d had asked me a few days ago what I wanted” your voice was barely above a whisper “I would’ve said having a moment like this, between me and you to talk through what happened that first time.”
Your gaze pointed in his direction but not on him. Instead, you spotted, on the bedside table, a notebook with an elastic band keeping it closed. It looked jam-packed. Little pieces of paper spilled over the edges, curling at their sides.
“I…I wouldn’t know what to say now” you concluded. Eventually, your eyes found Noah. His fitted shirt gave away how quickly he was breathing, while he busied himself playing with the few rings on his fingers. He looked so focused on what he was doing, that you wondered if he listened to you in the first place.
After what felt like ages, Noah pulled his head up, holding your gaze. His dark eyes never yielding, a slight frown on his face.
The air became heavy, thick, almost unbreathable.
Two people on the opposite corners of the room. Frozen in their spot, words stuck on their tongue. Still too afraid.
The stare - off accompanied by the low rustle of the air - conditioning.
“I..” Noah broke eye contact. His voice wavering. “I’m so lost” He went back to fiddling with his rings, once again.
“I am too Noah” you chimed in. “I feel like we’ve tangled ourselves into something before even knowing what it is.” The man simply nodded.
Silence fell again. This time even more tiring, even heavier. It felt like trudging through mud, exhausting steps towards a still undefined destination. This silence smelled like surrender.
A deep defeated sigh left Noah’s mouth, while his hands aggressively rubbed his face before finding his hair, running through it hurriedly.
Tilting his head towards the bedside table, his hand hovered over the notebook, as if pondering, one last time, the course of action. Shakily, he picked it up, placing it ever so gently on his legs, smoothing the cover out.
Clearing his throat, Noah opened it, starting to flick through the pages. Occasionally, he licked the tips of his fingers trying to get through them without getting stuck together.
Eventually, he landed on the part of the notebook he was looking for.
“Please…” he simply stated, holding out the pad to you.
You were stunned. Mouth agape, brain completely shut off. Putting your legs down, you leaned forward to catch the notebook.
While you were scanning the two pages in front of you, you caught Noah whispering “I don’t think I can be more articulate than… this.”
Now it was his turn to curl up, knees to the chest. His head hidden behind his legs.
The pages were worn out, crumpled. Several black - inked scribbles adorned the space. Some others were heavy pen strokes. Behind them you could piece together words which were aggressively scored out.
Among that chaos, just a few, scattered phrases dotted around the space were untouched.
Trying to pick up the pieces, making sense of it all.
You're just a mirage.
You’re burnt skin, one breath away from falling apart.
And I'm not that afraid little boy anymore, so why am I trembling?
You can't be what I need. Imagination playing tricks on me.
A wave of sadness washed over you. During the past few days, you were so focused on yourself and planning the very next move that you hadn't, even for a second, thought about him and what it could have meant for him.
Clearly it wasn’t something he took lightly. You found him, still huddled up into himself, his long arms circling his legs; his face still hidden, hair covering it.
Your stomach sank, a large lump formed in your throat.
Your first instinct was to lunge toward the bed, giving him a big hug, reassuring him that everything would be okay.
Fighting this urge, you decided to stay put. Looking outside the window, you noticed how the sun was now covered by a few passing clouds, casting a slight shadow on you.
Goosebumps appeared on your skin. Scrambling to get some words out, you let out a choked gasp.
Your fingers traced the heavy ridges the pen had carved into the paper, your heart aching for the boy who wrote them.
A stray tear began wetting your cheek, prompting you to quickly dry it with your fingers.
“That takes a lot of courage” you broke the silence, voice louder than you expected.
Noah didn't move a muscle. He stood hidden.
“You have a very vivid way of writing, Noah” you tried a different approach, hoping that the man could give you some feedback.
Still nothing.
Refocusing your eyes on the written notes beneath you, an idea struck your mind.
You put yourself in motion. On the very same bedside table where the notebook laid, there was a very consumed pencil. Trying not to startle him, you made your way traversing the room.
Picking it up, you spotted, on its top, some indentation and some discoloration.
Does he bite his pencils and pens?
The very thought made your heart soften even more.
Getting more comfortable in your seat, now cross - legged, you laid the two pages open on your thigh. Instinctively, you picked up a strand of your hair, begging to twist it times and times again in sign of deep concentration.
The room went still for a few minutes, the dull noise of your pencil marking the paper was the last thread connecting you and Noah. Sensing the change of pace, Noah looked up, peering through his lashes.
Your tongue slightly poking out of your mouth was the first thing he noticed. Your face was in a relaxed position, eyes glued to the page. Your hair was now falling almost onto your eyes eliciting a frustrated groan on your part, and a continued annoyed flicker to let it out of the way.
He quietly giggled to himself, shoulders slightly trembling from the vibration of his chest. He was happy just to take a few more moments to properly look at you.
Your hands were tracing quick strokes on the page. Conveying a message turned out to be more difficult than you thought. You weren’t as in touch with your inner world as Noah. He clearly demonstrated it through those intimate sentences.
You wanted it though. You wanted it so bad, but still the distance with your emotional side was too wide for you to bridge in this single sitting.
So you resorted to what pulled you through before: art and creativity.
“Here” you said, putting the pencil between the pages.
You moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down, handing him the notebook.
Noah eagerly took it, quickly reaching for the pages where you’d just worked. You watched him intently, your eyes occupied with scanning his face, every change in his microexpressions.
Too anxious to stay still, you changed your position on the bed, a leg propped under your ass, while the other grounded you to the floor. Well, it was more like your way of soothing yourself through the continual bouncing of your knee, tapping your foot rhythmically to a loop of a song in your head.
“Is this how you view us, y/n?” Noah broke the silence chuckling. His eyes slowly moved from the page to your face.
You gave a faint nod, your teeth biting aggressively at your fingernail.
You noticed how his thumb was delicately caressing the area where you drew.
On the page, there was a drawing. The strokes weren’t neat, precise. They were messy, chaotic. The heavier ones formed two silhouettes, unmistakably you and Noah, standing very close together. Yet, their expressions were strained, almost depicting pain. Their heads were pulled backwards by a swarm of faceless hands which were gripping and tearing them apart from behind.
Giving you one last look, Noah took the pencil, starting to scribble down something in that tight space left. A few seconds later the notebook was, once again, in your hands. Noah had added the sentences he wrote to the drawing, writing them behind his side, his hands.
“I meant every single word I said in that elevator” he started. “But I still am haunted by ghosts. They’re not as loud anymore, but sometimes they knock and they demand to be in control. I am afraid y/n. Fucking terrified.”
You heard a low sniffle. “My life taught me that good things don’t last. At the very least the fizzle away, and, at the very worst the break irreparably.”
His gaze was now fixed on the very dark clouds covering the sky, giving the atmosphere an almost claustrophobic feeling.
“I want to do this with you, I really do, but…” a faint crack in his voice could be heard “but it’s all so temporary. What do we have? Ten days? Not even? And then what?” He picked up his rings, passing them through his fingers.
“I don’t want to start something just to end it in a few days. It’s too big of a deal for me. You’ll get back to your bones and analysis, or whatever and I’ll go back to - he stopped himself for a moment finding the right word - to music.”
From the progressively louder tone he was having, you could tell that he was getting himself worked up.
You leaned across the bed, reaching for his hand. “Noah” you said sweetly, “Look at me.” Your fingers wrapped around his large palm. He shifted his gaze, landing where your hands met. Immediately, he intertwined his fingers with yours, tightening his grip on you. You could feel the light sheen of sweat covering his palm.
“I am afraid too. And you’re right, this is too delicate, too intimate just to be over once the cruise is. But we could talk it through and create our own personal dynamic.” you tried to comfort him.
“I am so scared that I can’t think straight. It is all very new for me too” you admitted, your thumb caressing the mandala tattoo on his hand. “I dig up bones for a living Noah, don’t you ever think that I am better at handling these kinds of matters than you are” you chuckled. That earned a sincere laugh from him.
From afar a violent thunder clapped, its echo reverberating through the ship windows. That was immediately followed by the loudspeaker's chime. After a brief crackle of static, the captain’s deep voice filled the cabin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. Due to the severe storm we are currently passing through, all outer decks are now closed to the public. We kindly ask you to remain indoors and to use caution when moving about the ship.”
You both looked up where the source of the sound was.
“I… I should probably go” you stuttered, “The girls are probably looking for me.” Noah did hum. Yet your hands didn’t leave one another, you kept your thumb on his tattoo, tracing the outline of the mandala.
Both of you were frozen in your spot, trying to soak up the last drops of each other’s presence before separating.
"NOAH?!! a voice boomed. Your breathing accelerated, eyebrows shooting upward.
Davis.
“NOAH, DUDE? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” his voice was getting closer. Noah looked as panicked as you were, mouth open in an attempt to come up with something, but what left his mouth were just choked breaths.
A very loud knock on the door startled the both of you. Terrified and completely caught off guard, Noah let out a panicked, high-pitched whine instead of a coherent word.
There was a beat of silence in the hallway before Davis yelled through the wood, “Are you having a wank? OH C'MON DUDE!”
You slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp, or a laugh, you weren’t even sure anymore. Noah looked utterly mortified, his face burning a bright crimson.
“Look, the guys are going to grab a drink before getting ready for dinner,” Davis continued, his voice dripping with amusement. “After you’ve… sorted yourself out,” he heavily emphasized the words, “you wanna come too?”
Noah threw his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes in agony, still unable to find his voice.
“Folio went to grab the girls,” Davis added through the door, completely oblivious to the silent crisis inside. “That guy is seriously hooked on them. So, hurry up!”
The warm lighting in the main lounge of the ship gave a comforting atmosphere against the cold, violent rain lashing against the panoramic windows.
Above the low chatter of voices, the wind could be heard, sweeping and crashing against the pointier parts of the ship.
When you walked in, you spotted the group huddled up into a circular table. Alcohol was already served, half - drunk wine glasses were scattered around the already stained white tablecloth.
Noah had already arrived, a hand on his glass, the other lazily laid across the headrest of the chair where Nicholas was sitting.
As you approached, his eyes immediately snapped into yours. For a fleeting second, the noises of the room went quiet and you two were the only people left. Each of you still reminiscing the sensation of your touches and caresses of your hands.
“Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!” Chloe’s voice boomed wildly, shuttering that little bubble.
Rolling your eyes, you took the last free spot which, conveniently, was right beside Noah.
“Where have you been?” Sarah chimed in “We thought the storm had thrown you into the ocean” she joked.
You forced a casual laugh, trying not to get your voice too strained. “I just found a very nice, secluded spot, and I stood there for a while, reading”
“Mmmmh, a book, sureeee” Chloe commented, already lost in the drinks menu. You snickered, glad that the interrogation was very brief. Sarah was already occupied with Folio and Jolly, the three of them engrossed in conversation.
A deep sigh escaped your lips. Your shoulders slumped, but you couldn’t help it. Throwing a sidelong glance, you found Noah already smiling, hiding it behind the glass brought to his mouth.
The whole interaction wasn’t lost on Emma. Seemingly focused on a conversation with Davis, your friend had kept her eyes peeled the entire time.
She clocked every single little change.
The way your eyes found Noah’s the second you entered the room;
The way a very small, but still genuine smile painted your face;
The way your cheeks flushed ever so slightly;
The way your body was quite relaxed being near him. Miles away from the rigid and stiff posture you had the very first day being around him.
She giggled to herself, busying herself with swirling the glass of wine trying to hide her amusement.
That brought a weird expression from Davis. “Did I say something funny?” he genuinely seemed confused.
Emma froze for just a second, figuring out that maybe her reaction had been a little out of place in regards to the topic he was developing.
“Oh no, no, Davis” she immediately answered “I’m so sorry, but what you said just brought up quite a funny memory.” Davis just nodded, carrying on his, at this point, monologue.
So caught up with the recent discovery of her friend’s change in attitude, she searched for them once again. However, before she could reach them, she intercepted Nicholas’ gaze.
His clear eyes were fixed on her. They held a quiet, grounded look.
It was as if the both of them mirrored each other’s realizations. Nicholas, too, had noticed the subtle changes in Noah.
He had been restless for a few days, almost to the point of being cranky, abrasive.
He had some sleepless nights, and the way, one day, he decided to put on his arrogant mask was the final nail in the coffin to know that something was up.
At the same time, seeing him react to you, caught him completely off guard. The lightness of his expression, the way his shoulders slumped a bit when you sat beside him.
The look the two friends exchanged was a loaded one.
“Do you see that too?”
Nicholas answered with an imperceptible nod “Yes, I do too.”
Although very observant, the two of them knew that if something was going to be brought up, it could easily wilt.
In that fraction of a moment a pact was struck: Nicholas and Emma chose to keep an eye on their friends, holding them in this new, uncharted territory.
The tension finally broke once the waiters brought out the first course. With food on the table, the aromas traveling through the room, it offered a welcomed distraction from the heavy thoughts still lingering in your mind.
With a deep appreciative hum for the risotto which was in front of you, you allowed yourself just to be present, to tune out the anxiety for a second and simply enjoy the comfort of the moment, the hum of the chatter, and the quiet relief of being right there.
Words flew lightly above the table, banter and laughter were the centerpiece of the conversation.
“It’s not that I’m always cold Noah, it’s you that sets the AC at polar temperatures” grumbled Jolly, his voice starting to slur a bit from all the alcohol he’d drunk.
“You’re fucking Swedish, dude! You should be used to them” Noah quipped, amused frustration bubbling in his voice.
“Don’t put me in a box, man, not all Swedes are very good at handling colder weather” he fought back, crossing his arms on his chest “besides, it’s at least ten years since I moved to the US, so….”
“So what?”
“So I had to acclimatize to YOUR temperatures”
At a loss for words Noah shook his head in disbelief making the table erupt into loud laughter.
As he was throwing his hands up in mock defeat to Jolly, you felt a tentative brush against the edge of your shoe. You froze, your fork suspended an inch above your plate.
Noah’s long legs had shifted towards you, his foot nudging yours with a slow, deliberate pressure. He let it rest there for a moment, as if getting used to the closeness.
Stealing a sideways glance at him, you found him wrapped up in a conversation with Nicholas and Emma, nodding along to whatever his friend was saying.
You shifted your weight, nudging his foot back.
That was all the permission he needed.
With a swift motion he moved his ankle, gently hooking it around yours. Once again, he stilled his movements as if asking permission to keep going.
As he got it, he dragged, deliberately slow, his shoe up the curve of your calf a couple of times before settling his ankle down still entwined with yours.
That brief gesture sent hot shivers down your spine. You caught your breath, your fingers tightening around the stem of your wine glass to keep your hand from trembling.
Sensing your reaction, Noah finally turned his head. He brought his drink to his lips, taking a slow sip. Over the rim of the glass, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a tiny, almost invisible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Little shit. You thought, a playful defiance starting to rise to the top. You’ll get it back once the right occasion presents itself.
“Ladies and Gentlemen” Folio screamed, tapping his hands vigorously on the table “who’s excited for karaoke night?” a shit eating grin on his face.
“I AM” Chloe shouted back, raising her glass in the air.
After dessert and several drinks later, the cruise staff fixed a laptop and a projector on a very small, makeshift stage.
“Well, that’s cheap,” murmured Sarah.
Emma immediately nudged her with her elbow “Babe, please..” a stern look on her face.
“What?!” Sarah answered frustrated. “If I wanna play superstar, that’s not what I need.” She kept going. Her inhibitions already gone. Dramatically she turned to her left, her eyes landing on Folio who was watching the whole scene unfold.
“Tell her Nicky Nick Nick” she slurred “Tell her that’s not how a rockstar performs. We need a…” she gesticulated disjointedly towards the stage “what do you call it? Performing platform?"
Emma couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing along with Folio. “That’s right Sarah” he chimed, “Superstars cannot perform in such dire conditions” he nodded convincingly.
Before anyone could stop them, Chloe, Emma, and Sarah scrambled onto the makeshift stage, stumbling slightly over each other’s heels. The staff handed the first microphone to Sarah, who almost dropped it, her giggles echoing sharply through the cheap speakers.
The generic karaoke track began to play, and the unmistakable intro of Pocketful of Sunshine filled the room.
You almost choked on the gulp of wine you were drinking, coughing and snorting.
“This goes out to our resident grump!” Chloe yelled into her mic, pointing a finger directly at you.
It felt like the whole room turned towards you, even the boys.
Among the faces, you recognized Bob’s who was grinning, waving at you.
Sarah nodded vigorously, leaning heavily against Emma's shoulder to stay upright. “Yeah! She acts like she’s all tough and hates fun,” Sarah slurred into the microphone, gesturing dramatically. “Always looking at us like she wants to murder us. But we know the truth! Deep, deep, incredibly deep down, under all that armor... she is a giant softie. And she deserves all the sunshine!”
You felt a violent wave of heat rush straight to your face. Wishing the cruise ship would suddenly sink just to swallow you whole, you buried your face in your hands, groaning audibly. Next to you, you could hear Noah’s low rumble of laughter. It wasn't a mocking one; it was warm and the vibration of it practically buzzed against your side.
“Look at her, she’s melting!” Emma’s voice boomed through the speakers as the three of them began to sway, completely out of time, and launch into the first verse.
Desperate for a distraction, and wanting to hide your burning cheeks, you took advantage of the fact that every single eye in the room was glued to the stage. You slid your hand off your lap. Slowly, seeking comfort as much as a distraction, you pressed your palm against Noah’s thigh under the table.
His laughter stopped, but his posture didn't stiffen. Instead, you felt the muscle beneath your fingers relax, welcoming your touch under the fabric of his trousers. You didn't look at him, keeping your face half-hidden behind your other hand, but you let your fingers give his thigh a gentle, lingering squeeze. A silent plea for shelter from the embarrassment.
Noah let out a soft breath. The next second, his large, warm hands settled gently over your shoulders. From the outside, it looked like a comforting, friendly gesture.
But then, his touch shifted.
His hands slid slowly up the sides of your neck, his fingers long and incredibly warm against your skin. His thumbs began to trace slow, soothing circles right behind your ears, right where your pulse was racing. The contrast of his rough, calloused fingertips against the sensitive skin of your neck sent comforting shivers down your spine.
He leaned in closer, his chest pressing lightly against your back, completely shielding you from the rest of the room. His breath fanned your ear, smelling faintly of his drink.
“A giant softie, huh?” he murmured. His voice was low, entirely lost beneath the girls screaming the chorus on stage, but it vibrated straight to your core. One of his thumbs slid down to press gently against the hollow of your throat, right over your racing heartbeat. “I knew it. I can feel it right here.”
You let out a shaky breath, your hand on his thigh tightening just a fraction. You didn't feel exposed anymore. Surrounded by the chaotic noise of your friends and the bright lights of the stage, Noah had just built a quiet, safe little world around the two of you.
The last notes of the song faded while your friends tried to clumsily bow.
Cheers, applauds and whistles roared from your table; the boys all stood up, cheering your friends on.
Noah’s hand snapped away from your neck, but your hand lingered on his thigh. Under your palm, you felt his muscles go rigid, the sudden reaction of a man making sure they hadn't been caught.
As soon as the three women reached the table, Chloe boomed “who’s the singer here?”
Five pairs of eyes landed on Noah who acknowledged it by nodding slightly.
“That’s how it’s done” drawled Sarah "Watch and learn kid” she concluded by putting her arms on her hips.
Noah raised his hands in mock surrender, a low chuckle vibrating through his chest. “I’ll take notes,” he stated.
Before anybody could say, or do, anything even more embarrassing you cut through “How about some water and some coffee Sarah?”
Somehow, that stopped her rambling, making her stop and think. Eagerly nodding, she said “that sounds nice.”
Giving one last pat on Noah’s thigh, you stood up, making your way to Sarah, leading her to the cafeteria to sober up a bit.
The two of you stood in that quiet part of the ship for a while, Sarah sipping her coffee while you stared at an empty coffee table, picking your nails.
The comfortable silence that fell between you two was a welcomed pause from the mayhem that it had been in these last few days.
Deep in your thoughts, you lost track of time until you felt a hand touching your shoulder.
Immediately you smacked it.
“Ouch” Davis winced. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked.
“I’m so sorry” you laughed “no, it’s just that I didn’t hear you coming towards us.”
Davis shot a confused look between you and a very sleepy Sarah. “Anyways, I was asked to pick you up because we’re approaching Jolly’s performance” he stated enthusiastically.
“And…? We need to be summoned because…” you retorted slightly annoyed by the very reason you were being called.
“I won’t spoil it for you!! You need to experience it in full and without knowing much” he concluded, a toothy grin spreading.
That piqued your attention. A full song with Joakim singing, not the backing vocals, but the lead AND a surprise performance?
Turning your head towards your friend, you found Sarah completely asleep, head resting on her arms crossed on top of the table.
“Don’t worry about her” Davis chimed as if reading your mind. “I’ll get her to her room and ensure that she’s taken care of.”
“Are you sure? What about Jolly’s secret performance?” you teased.
“Naah, I’ve already seen it quite a few times. But that’s a treat that he offers us or he’s just so wasted that he gets nostalgic…” he goggled at you, shaking his head. “I’ve already said too much. GO AND BE QUICK” he hushed you along towards the exit.
Giving one last look at the unlikely pair, you hustled along.
What greeted you once you reached the lounge was quite a sight to behold. An elderly woman was singing quite a beautiful melody, maybe a love song, and the majority of her peers were standing up, or straight up dancing with their significant other. Some others decided to stay on the sidelines, but still showing affection through hand holding, or whispering sweet nothing to each other's ears.
Your heart swelled out of tenderness.
You were getting an intensive course on the promise of “getting old with someone” y/n.
Just as the last notes of the song faded, you reached your table, settling beside Noah.
After the brief update on Sarah and her journey toward her room, Jolly slammed his hands on the table.
“Now, who’s ready for a treat?” he snickered, his gaze glassy.
The boys cheered him on, raising their glasses and screaming “go on Jolly”.
He stood up swaying a little. Once his balance was reacquired, he made his way to the stage.
The wait between him reaching the stage and the start of the karaoke stretched a bit.
“What do you mean you don’t have it in your database?” asked Jolly, a shocked expression on his face.
The staff member who assisted with the karaoke looked equally perplexed and defeated.
He stood there for a minute, gaze fixed on the pc before scrambling, or better attempting to, off stage bolting to the table.
You watched amused to what was unfolding in front of you, a smile hidden.
“It’s gonna be sooo good y/n” Noah’s deep voice overlapped the background noise. He was so close to you, to your ear, that you could see your hair moved by his breathing.
“Have you already seen it?” you asked, still keeping your head and eyes on the guitarist.
The screeching of the microphone halted the room, eliciting a few annoyed hums through the crowd.
“So sorry for the delay ladies and gentlemen. My name is Jolly… Well, not really my name is Joakim, but you can call me Jolly.” His right hand was playing with the cable.
“Now, as we’re approaching sleep time, I wanted to end the night with something traditional that we Swedes do once it’s time to go home.” he explained “there’s this song that’s called Stad i ljus.”
For a moment, Jolly scanned the room. “Now, I need from you one thing. We sing it huddled up in groups, so please, get your neighbours, form a group, and let the music take you away.”
A steady hand enveloped your waist bringing you closer to Noah. The group formed a little huddle while the very first gentle notes of the song came through.
At first, awkwardness meandered through the group, some starting to sway their hips a bit while others, including you, were still very much in a more rigid position.
Sheepish looks were exchanged between the six of you, a collective realization of how intimate and close that situation must’ve felt for everyone.
Slowly but surely, building up to the chorus, Folio picked up the melody, singing along with his bandmate mouthing gibberish. Forcibly swaying from side to side, gripping Nicholas’ shoulders.
The bassist followed; before with his body, matching Folio’s pace then with his voice. Finally, Noah joined in. The three of them bawled out gibberish, almost screaming along with their friend who, on the contrary, was so into the performance, that at this point he had his eyes closed and a hand on his stomach feeling the song.
The three of you couldn’t help it. You picked up the pace of the men’s swaying, listening to the song for the very first time.
Turning your head towards Noah, you found him with a big smile on his face, eyes warm and crinkles at their sides. His hair moved with the rhythm of his movements.
In that moment you caught him carefree, just a boy singing with his best friends, his arm heavy and warm around your waist, as if pulling you into his world. Feeling your gaze, his eyes flicked down to yours, the smile softening into something private. Something meant only for you.
The closing notes played, giving Jolly the time to scream a drunken “THANK YOUUUU!!!” and for you all to applaud and shout, cheering him.
“That was fantastic” Chloe exclaimed the moment Jolly reached the group.
“I know” the man nodded vigorously, “that’s like our second anthem.” He plopped down the chair “what a fucking treat to end the night” he said to himself.
Still buzzing from the excitement, Chloe picked up her glass, “one last toast before bed guys”
A chorus of clinking glass was heard as everyone brought the cocktails in the air.
“I wanted to toast to us, I’m so glad I met you guys, someone our age to experience this holiday with” chuckles left everyone’s mouths.
Then, she proceeded “And I guess I’d need to thank destiny or fate or whoever is up there pulling the strings. Because you never really know what life is going to throw at you, but standing here tonight... I feel like we’re making the most of every single second we have.”
Under the table, his warm hand found yours, giving it a tight squeeze that perfectly punctuated Chloe’s words.
“TO US!” She screamed
“To us” the rest of the group shouted back, clinking their glasses.
You and Noah’s gazes met. Both of you sporting a soft, intimate smile.
“To us” whispered Noah offering his glass.
“To us” you answered back, lightly brushing your glass against his.
The loud chatter of the lounge started to fade. Little by little everyone made their way to their respective rooms.
“I’m going out smoking” you announced heading towards the deck that, hopefully, could be of use despite the rain still falling.
Out on the promenade deck, the world shrunk down. Your senses could take a bit more time processing because of the lesser stimuli you had.
The humid sea air hit you first, a sharp chill that made the skin on your arms instantly prickle with goosebumps. Overhead, the heavy cloth canopy groaned softly under the weight of a steady downpour, shielding you from the worst of it, though a bit of the salty mist still danced in the wind, settling on your eyelashes and cooling your cheeks.
You heard the heavy door hiss, then gentle footsteps followed. Noah was a solid, towering presence beside you, completely unfazed by the weather. He stepped closer, effectively blocking the sharpest gusts of wind with his broad frame.
“Weren’t you supposed to be smoking your last cigarette here?” he mocked looking at your tight arms wrapped around you. “Cold?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate right through the soles of your shoes.
Before you could answer, the cruise ship gave a slow, heavy roll, tilting as it cut through a swelling wave. Your footing slipped on the damp wood of the deck.
In a fraction of a second, Noah’s hand shot out. His fingers wrapped securely around your waist, his grip firm as he pulled you flush against him to steady you. The heat radiating from his chest seeped through your clothes instantly, a striking contrast to the cold air biting at your back. He didn't let go. Instead, his hand slid slightly higher, his palm flattening against your spine, holding you in the space he’d created for you.
You looked up, your breathing hitching. In the dim glow of the deck lights, his dark eyes searched yours.
Your fingers curled instinctively into the fabric of his jacket, holding onto his warmth. “I didn't just come out here for the rain and the cigarette,” you confessed softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper, yet perfectly clear over the sound of the crashing waves.
Noah’s gaze softened, his chest rising and falling against yours.
“I just... I really wanted to have one last moment alone with you,” you admitted, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Before going to bed.”
A beautiful, incredibly soft smile broke across Noah’s face. “Yeah?” he murmured, the low vibration of his voice sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. “Me too.”
Driven by a sudden, overwhelming surge of courage and all the tension that’s been building all night, you didn't wait. You stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his.
But it was too sudden. Too hard. It was an impetuous, clumsy rush of emotion, and the force of it caught both of you off guard. For a fraction of a second, your teeth clashed, and the desperate hunger of the gesture felt like a loud, dissonant string against the quiet of the night.
Noah froze for a split second, too aware of the sensation of your lips on his teeth.
Realization hit you like a brick. Too much. You’ve gone too fast.
Mortified, you pulled back abruptly, your hands dropping from his jacket as you staggered half a step away. Your cheeks burned, instantly flushing a deep crimson despite the cold wind biting at your skin. You couldn't meet his eyes, suddenly feeling incredibly small, exposed, and deeply intimidated by your own boldness.
“I’m sorry,” you stammered, looking down at the wet wood of the deck, your voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to…I should just go to bed…”
“Hey,” Noah’s voice was like velvet, cutting softly through your rising panic.
Before you could retreat any further, his hand caught your wrist. He didn't let you run. Gently but firmly, he pulled you back into his warmth. His other hand slid under your chin, his long fingers hooking beneath your jawline to gently tilt your face upward.
When you finally forced yourself to look at him, there was no judgment or surprise in his dark eyes: only profound tenderness.
“Look at me,” he whispered, a small, breathless smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he wiped a stray drop of rain from your burning cheek with his thumb.
He didn't give you time to overthink or apologize again. Noah leaned down, closing the remaining distance between you. But this time, it was achingly, beautifully slow.
When his lips finally met yours, it was a gentle reassurance. It was a soft, lingering pressure, a tender molding of his lips against yours that completely erased the awkwardness of a moment before. Your lips danced together, bodies attuned to one another, swaying with the quiet movements of the ship. He tasted faintly of the cocktail he just had. Noah let out a quiet, shaky sigh into the kiss, his hand moving from your chin to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin as if trying to tell you it’s okay, I’ve got you. It was a patient, reverent kiss, turning the noises that the storm and the sea made into nothing background noise. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.
Still gripping his jacket as the only grounding force in that overwhelm of sensation, you thought that Bob’s words never felt truer.
Learning the art of letting go
Trusting the other person
Trusting that they won’t drop you
Maybe, just maybe, you could allow yourself to believe that it was possible, even for you: that a person could truly see you and not just leave at the drop of a hat.
cw: ryland grace x gn!reader ノ no use of 'y/n'. fluff. established relationship. slightly suggestive content. reader has cuteness aggression. ryland gets flustered. ryland calls the reader weird (affectionally). maybe slightly ooc!ryland. implied smut at the end. barely edited; all mistakes are my own
Ryland could feel your stare digging into him for the past ten minutes. It wasn't unwelcome, but he was getting a little concerned with every glance he took of you that you hadn't blinked once. Your book had been long forgotten on your lap as you lounged on the bed across the way from the desk he was grading assignments at.
Ryland cleared his throat. "Baby."
You hummed in affirmation. "Yeah Ry?"
"You're staring." Ryland pointed out, turning to face you.
You finally blinked. "I know." You sent him a small smile.
Ryland shook his head, a smile starting to grow on his lips. "You know some people consider staring rude."
"Well, 'some people' don't have a smart and very handsome boyfriend." You sent him a crooked smirk as you closed your book.
"You- you," Ryland didn't have a rebuttal to your words, as he was thoroughly flustered. He shook his head. "You're weird." He said weakly.
"I'm weird?" You laughed as you slid off the bed and approached your boyfriend. Now he was staring at you, his head tilting slightly up to meet your eyes as you leaned over him, where he sat on his chair.
"Yeah, very weird." Ryland let out a breathless laugh before it died as you plucked his glasses off his face and placed them on top of the pile of assignments he was grading. Your hands cupped his flushed face; you were staring at him again. God, Ryland felt like one of the organisms his students would look at under the microscope, with how you looked at him—your eyes were brimming with wonder, admiration, and love.
"I don't think it's weird that I want to admire you." Your eyes traced his face as your thumbs caressed his heated cheeks.
Ryland's legs widened as his hands landed on your hips unconsciously, and you moved in between his legs to look at him even closer. Ryland swallowed thickly as one of your hands started to skim over his brow bone and down his nose bridge.
"What are you doing?" Ryland muttered as his own hands became busy, his thumbs were tracing small circles into your pajama pants where they rested on your hips. You had started to pinch his cheeks lightly and run one of your hands through his hair.
You shushed him. "I'm conducting an experiment." You murmured as you leaned down and started to press kisses all over his face.
Ryland felt like his face was on fire from all of the attention you were giving him. "Experiment?" He tried to pull away from you, but you were stronger than you looked and kept a firm grip on him.
"Mhm. Testing how much stress the skin on your face can take." Your hands were fully in his hair as you leaned over him, pressing quick kisses to every inch of his face.
"Well, it can—"
You shushed him again and tugged at the hairs at the back of his head, making a small noise erupt from his throat. "Let me do my experiment."
Ryland sighed and gave up. He could feel his chest swell with warmth as you bathed him in attention; even with his seemingly reluctant attitude, he was secretly eating it up. But his face had to be glowing red with how much you were kissing it and playing with his hair.
"You're just so—gah!" You muttered before pressing a fat kiss to the apple of his cheek and kissing the tip of his nose.
Ryland let out a small chuckle. "I'm starting to suspect that this isn't an experiment anymore."
You pulled away for a moment. "It is. I did my safety checks and everything. I'm still trying to prove my hypothesis." You were eyeing his cheek, and a fierce fondness flared in your chest.
Ryland raised an eyebrow at you. "Did you do your control first?"
"Mhm." It was what you replied with before leaning down and biting softly at the fat of his cheek.
Ryland yelped in surprise and managed to get out of your grip and stood up. "Okay! Experiment over!" He grabbed your waist and lifted you with ease.
You let out a startled laugh before a small 'oof' left your lips as he gently threw you onto the bed. But you couldn't stop laughing at Ryland's reaction.
Ryland couldn't help but smile at you as he climbed on the bed and hovered over your giggling frame. "What was that for?"
"Sorry!" You didn't look very apologetic as you smiled widely at him. "I couldn't help myself, you're just so cute."
Ryland shook his head at you. "You've proven my point. You're weird." Though his words might seem a little callous, his tone was filled with abundant adoration.
"Yeah, but you like this weirdo." You stuck out your tongue at him.
"Yeah, I do," Ryland said before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, your nose, then your jaw. They were soft and gentle, making you sink into the bed. His lips skimmed over your skin before Ryland's lips were pressed against yours.
Kissing Ryland always seemed to put you in a dazed state; his lips moved against yours in a slow but passionate way that made you dizzy with endorphins as they flooded your brain. His lips left yours after he bit your bottom lip softly. Ryland's lips started to trail down your jaw and to your neck.
"What are you doing?" It was your turn to ask him.
You could feel him smile against your skin. "I'm conducting my own experiment." He murmured into your neck before nipping at it.
A shiver of anticipation zipped down your spine. "Which is?"
Ryland's hands started to skim down your sides and slipped past the waistband of your pajamas. "You'll find out soon enough."
a/n: you would need to get a crow bar to peel me off of ryland RAHHH!! also this was inspired by this steve harrington blurb by @ellecdc so go and read it! also enjoy this danny :p @corinthianism
tf141 rookie reader who’s got a normal accent, so they should be easy to understand, right? WRONG. because they speak in Adventure Time lingo. great. now ghost has 2 teammates talking nonsense. ah well, at least it’s funny seeing soap get confused when the rookie says something like “dude almost skronked up my dome piece.”
lol see how he likes it
Speaking riddles
Or when TF141 has... no clue what you're saying
Written as a short Drabble
TW - Cursing and gibberish
They thought it would be easy. Simple. You had a clear, simple accent. American. A bit unpolished, but far better than Simon and Johnny's.
Then you spoke.
"Yo, I'm new to the team," with a firm handshake, then a "I can't wait to get to know all of you."
Ghost slowly turned to look at Price, "Wha the bloody hell are they on abou'?"
It got worse over time...
"Yo, hand me the snowman blood" when you wanted water.
"They nearly koboomed off my thinker" after a near miss to your head.
"You gonna throw that in the vault or do you need a brain healer?" That got you a side eye from Johnny with a "Speak fuckin' English." The irony was not lost on him, especially when Simon scoffed next to him.
Daisy - This was a good step out of my comfort zone, but it was definitely fun! I hope you enjoyed this stilly little piece :p
