#ft. noah

[singwithflynn]

TEXTING: NOAH

Flynn: Hey, man. Flynn: You free some time this weekend before you head out on tour?

[plantgirlpops]

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tour rehearsals yippeeeee!!!! ☀️☀️☀️

[amiratalks]

TEXTING: NOAH

Amira: Hey rockstar! Did you try phoning me at 4am?

Amira: I know the accent trips people up but I am, in fact, still on this country.

[ravisurendra]

for @nicotine-noah

He'd woken up in a bed which wasn't his own, and that was bad enough. The decorations of the room were lavish too, which made Soren wonder blearily if he'd stumbled into another hotel with Enzo and miraculously forgotten until his eyes landed on a robe hanging from a closet door hook and his heart had nearly stopped. He knew that robe. The last time he'd seen it had been on Stigr. There was a terrifying instance where Soren considered the possibility that he'd gotten into bed with the Swedish councilman and somehow couldn't remember how or why. Then his mind promptly discarded that world-shattering possibility in favor of the only thing that possibly mattered: getting the hell out.

Of Stigr himself, there was mercifully no sign. Soren barely noticed that he wasn't wearing his own pajamas either, or how much lighter his body met the floor as he crept out from under the sheets. The suite started to orient itself better once he reached the hallway, slipping into that ostentatious living room where he and the vampire had sipped their wine. Nearly free. Perilously close to sweating, Soren shifted around the corner, took two steps towards the front door and rapidly came face to face with a complete stranger. "You're not Stigr," He blurted, then cringed immediately, stepping back and nervously reaching for the wall. "I -- please don't shout! I know I'm not supposed to be here but I'm leaving right now. No one has to know, yeah?"

[callowaymp3]

The Shattered Diamonds imploding from the inside had come at a wonderful time for Noah. Not that he'd ever say such a thing out loud. He supposed it wouldn't be very kind, given Poppy's general demeanor nowadays. She was all bitten-down fingernails and sad smiles that didn't quite reach her eyes, and while she still laughed at Noah's unfunny jokes, her heart didn't seem quite in it. Henry walked around with red-rimmed eyes and a weight on his shoulders. Diego was another thing entirely. From the small glimpses he caught of the frontman as he was whisked from room to room, he was sullen, depressed and often drunk or hungover. And hey, Noah was a bastard, but he wasn't a total bastard. He didn't want the band to break up or anything. Not just because he'd be out of a job, but because, well, they all seemed pretty happy playing together. Like a little makeshift family.

The aforementioned implosion of said makeshift family had made him think of his own. Keeley, with her shock of red hair and her who-pissed-in-your-cornflakes attitude, twinning his own. And Flynn, who he'd only just gotten used to seeing without a myriad of bruises on his face. He'd been the one to fuck up their little unit, tear it up from the inside out and send Flynn running into the arms of a waiting blonde. He missed them something fierce, like a phantom limb. It stung to wake up every day and not have them be in the next room. But it stung even more knowing the way he'd left things with Flynn.

So, when it became clear the tour was on some kind of hiatus, the roadie booked the next flight out to New York. The shittiest kind, with minimal leg room and everything he owned stuffed into one tiny overnight bag to skirt luggage charges and his shoulders bumping up against the bratty teen sitting next to him. He'd drained most of his bank account and some of Kara's to get there, but he'd promised to make the drive out after to come and see her.

He'd stumbled from the flight to a bus, a crick in his neck and his stomach protesting in hunger, tangled headphones in his ears playing all the songs that made him miss Flynn the most. He guessed he should he should feel guilty, sitting here with an ache in the pit of his stomach for someone who wasn't his girl. But he'd always wanted something more, once he'd got it. Noah was nomadic, it was in his blood, he was sure of it. No sooner had he settled that he was onto the next. But that was how he'd lost Flynn.

By the time he found himself at Flynn's front door, he knew he was looking worse for wear. More so than usual, crust clinging to the corners of his eyes and hair mussed from a fitful sleep on the plane. It wasn't the way he wanted to see Flynn for the first time in however many months, but he didn't wanna risk going home and losing his nerve, getting an earful from Keeley. So he'd swallowed his pride and gone straight from the bus to Flynn.

The little place he was living - Rae's place - was cute, from the outside. He imagined the inside was plush and artsy, like her, flowers blooming all over the goddamn place. He wondered if Flynn had left his mark on her space, his guitar taking up a semi-permenant residency in the corner, the shape of his body embedded in the couch where he slept night after night. He pictured Flynn, up late, bathed in the glow of his laptop screen as he searched for places for them to live together, a happy couple. Something soured in Noah's stomach at the thought, nausea climbing up his throat. If he'd not been so goddamn stupid, so pigheaded, could that have been him?

He brushed that thought away as he rang the buzzer, his fingers running down each and every button til some idiot was lazy and lenient enough to let him in. He'd coaxed the apartment number out of Harlow, stupid and soft enough to believe Noah wanted to pay the happy couple a surprise visit. And well, he did, just probably not the way either of them expected.

The flat of his palm came down on the door multiple times, and he heard a small commotion on the other side before the tell-tale sound of the lock mechanism kicked in. The voice was faintly, distinctly Flynn, and his heart leapt a little. With relief or delight, he didn't know.

As the door swung open, Noah went in shoulder-forward, barraging past Flynn without looking at him, and into the room.

"Hey, Moone. Is blondie home?" Noah asked, peering around the room for the five-foot-nothing girlfriend of one Flynn Moone.

[delking]

imssg: do not call when drunk

del: hey. probably won't make practice on tuesday

del: i have a thing

del: family thing, yk. can't get out of it

[ofaylin]

starter for @noahwxrd + @cadenlucca​

– HONESTLY, THERE’S ONLY ONE PLACE AYLIN WOULD GO FIRST AFTER THE ASTRONOMY TOWER: noah’s room. she certainly can’t go back to her room because she’s definitely going to cry and she simply can’t be alone. aylin carries her heels in her hands, still all dressed up and looking like a mess with streaks of mascara on her cheeks. she still doesn’t know how to feel about how the conversation itself went, she’s just upset and obviously feels the need to tell her best friend everything. she doesn’t even think about the fact that it’s valentine’s day and her best friend might not be alone when she knocks on the door. “ hi, um...can i come in ? ” she asks.

[ofclaires]

starter for @noahwxrd​

– CLAIRE’S SURPRISED TO SEE NOAH SITTING BY HERSELF in their blueprints class. usually she’s with that guy with the earring, the one that always smells a little dank. either he’s late or not coming ( as jem’s mun i have decided he is skipping class ), so claire takes ownership of his usual seat beside noah when the professor says they need partners for today’s lab. “ hey, ” she says, “ wanna work on this together ? ” noah’s smart, so this is a strategic move on claire’s part.