The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below and the soft click of the grandfather clock in the corner. Noah Fischer stood at the edge of the massive windows overlooking Gotham, a crystal tumbler of scotch in one hand, the other clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white. It was 3:17 a.m. She should have been back by now. He took another sip. Every mission was the same ritual: she would vanish into the night and he would wait. Wait and worry like some lovesick fool.
Finally, the elevator chimed. Noah set the glass down with deliberate calm, smoothing his vest and adjusting his tie even though it was already perfect. When the doors opened, Batwoman stepped out. “Madam Wayne,” he said, voice steady, posh accent clipping the words with practiced restraint. “You’re late.”
He crossed the room in three strides, already reaching for the medical kit he kept prepped on the sideboard. “You’re bleeding. Again.” His fingers hovered just short of touching her face. “Let me see.”
I wrote it @arturleclerc and @123pixieaod! A cute lil kid fic. Sequel to this my first ever f1rpf drabble, and based on this adorable party. (I hope it's good 🫣)
Edit: we now have a continuation here
Daniel wouldn't say he was overwhelmed but it was a near thing. Overwhelmed with so much happiness. He stood in the middle of his and Max's living room looking around to make sure the decorations were perfect.
Of course, everyone knew the first birthday party was for the parents and not the child. And maybe he and Max had been more than a little self indulgent when they agreed on the Formula 1 theme.
Of course, all of the ready made decorations were in red and even suggesting that to Max had been tantamount to treason. So, they had designed everything themselves. Between the both of them they were; creative, detail oriented and anal retentive.
Max designed the cake and wall decor and Daniel tackled the birthday boys outfits, the photo backdrops and the floor decor. Then they'd sent them off to their party planner and waited.
Daniel had to admit, it had been a lot of work– lots of phone calls and organizing and dates– but everything came together beautifully. While Red Bull wasn't the actual theme, no one could even suggest that this was a Ferrari themed party.
Noah was currently cooing in his Papa's arms, banging a rubber duck – gifted by his uncle Carlos– on Max's shoulder. He was delighting in the short squeaks. Max held him sturdily, glancing over with a smile when Noah offered the duck to him.
Daniel thought Noah looked adorable in his mini race suit that closely matched the race suit his parents wore back in 2017, the deep navy with the bright red racing stripe on the side.
He was a chunky pale thing with blue eyes and blonde hair; all Max and barely any Daniel. If he hadn't carried him and went through nine hours of labour, Daniel would have thought that he was Max's clone. (His short blonde hair was finally showing maybe the possibility of a curl or wave and Daniel couldn't be happier).
"Everything looks amazing, Danny. You did well." Sebastian offered him a beer, clinking their bottles together.
"Thank you. It was a lot." Daniel laughed, side-stepping Isaac, his nephew, who was chasing another friend in the matching electric bumper cars that looked like an Aston Martin DBS and Honda NSX.
"Noah seems to be enjoying himself."
Daniel snorted, "oh that duck is his new best friend. I'm not even mad because before, it was one of the protein shaker bottles."
"Daniel! Where is my beloved nephew?" Charles entered the room with a flourish. He deposited his gift bags in a seemingly safe corner and beelined for Max who turned from his conversation with Lando and Carlos. Charles only had eyes for Noah, altering his voice and making faces to get the toddler to giggle.
Noah acquiesced to being held by one of his uncles and Max begrudgingly let him go. Charles immediately walked to one of the photo backdrops, the one proclaiming Noah the future F1 Champ and demanded photos be taken of them. Lando rolled his eyes but soon was taken in by his unofficial duties as photographer.
"Uncle Daniel look! I have tattoos like you now!" Isabella ran up to the pair, showing off her arm that now sported multiple racing themed temporary tattoos. Daniel crouched to her level with a wide Ricciardo grin, his eyes squinting with his happiness.
"We match!" He said excitedly, pressing his larger forearm against her tinier one. Kissing her racecar with his Love. She squealed in happiness, kissed his cheek and ran off to play with the other children running amok in the den.
Max came over and flung his arm around Daniel's waist and it was then that Seb saw the matching tshirts. 'Dad of Champ' 'Papa of Champ'. Max's smile could only be described as proud.
The chaos continued with a car race around a 'track' set up in the den and extended to the patio and back. Issac won the first race, a little girl named Brin won the second and Isabella won the third. The trophy ceremonies were the stuff of dreams; Daniel and Carlos taught the kids to spray the sparkling grape juice like winners. Charles snuggled comfortably with Noah, pointing out all festivities with adorable commentary.
When it was time to cut the cake, Noah 'drove' to the table in his DBS that had his name on it. He squealed happily when Daniel scooped him up and kissed his chubby cheeks. He reached for the cake before anyone could stop him and the group laughed and sung happy birthday while he happily munched on cake and blue icing.
Max leaned over to kiss Noah's stained cheek and Daniel felt like his heart was bursting out of his chest. Yeah, he was officially overwhelmed and life was good.
Warnings: little bit of fighting, confession, alcohol, smut 18+, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), oral (female receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, swearing
Summary: After Y/N ended the relationship she had with Noah, thanks to a big fight, she starts her new life. With a new job, new city and her own place. One night she meets the one and only who broke her heart.
Words: 6,5k+
A/N: soooooo, here it is! I’m sorry that it took me so long. I wanted to publish this yesterday but a storm (you could say it was a tiny tornado) cancelled my plans. We had no water, no electricity, no internet and no signal at all. Trees were torn out and blocked every possible way to our small little village and the other ones around. But yeah... less talking more action! Here is part two of ‘Bad Timing’. Hope you like it :) And yes there is a keep reading! I can’t help you if tumblr is f!cking it up again...
Part 1 - Masterlist
Read part one here before you continue reading!
„Yeah, sorry. I’m on my way, I’ll be there in a few minutes, I just have to finish this. I can’t leave until I got the calculation for Mr. Whitaker,” you mumbled, holding the receiver between your shoulder and ear.
“Come on, Y/N. You can probably finish it on Monday, he won’t even notice,” your best friend whined. “Plus, I’ve been waiting for you for twenty minutes now. People are probably thinking that someone stood me up.”
“I’m sorry, Liz, but this had to be done yesterday. You should’ve seen Mr. Whitaker’s face today when it wasn’t done. He was furious. I can’t postpone this any longer,” you sighed as you typed some more numbers in the system. “Maybe you can find some attractive guy and enjoy the night with him.”
“Hm,” Liz summed while she looked around the bar. “There are some cute guys around here, indeed. But I’ll be waiting for you here. Hurry up, lil bean.”
Liz hung up and left you alone to your work. It was late in the evening, everyone except the security guy at the entrance had already left for the weekend, it was just you up in the office.
It took you another thirty minutes until you had all the calculations right for Mr. Whitaker. With your head on the table and your hands balled to fists next to it you let out a big sigh and mumbled to yourself, “I need a tequila.”
One last glance at the watch on your wrist convinced you to join Liz at the bar. So you shut down your computer and grabbed your coat, putting it on while you walked to the elevators. Once the doors of the elevator shut, you saw what a mess you were. Your hair was sticking to different directions and your lipstick was worn off except for the lip liner.
You sighed again and rummaged through your purse until you found your lipstick and applied it on. On the remaining way down you combed through your ponytail with your fingers and smoothed your slags. The bell ringed and the doors of the elevators opened before you rushed out.
“Have a good night Ms. Y/L/N,” said the security guard Mr. Johnson as you left the building. You smiled at him and said your goodbye as you walked out.
The fresh night air hit your face while you walked down the side walk to get to the car park as soon as possible. It was a horror day for you, so all you wanted to do was drown a few shots, have a good night and then sleep until it would be too late to eat breakfast anymore.
Speeding down the streets of LA, you realized that you missed those kinds of nights back in Phoenix, where you lived the past few years. But it wasn’t the future that you were imaginating. Phoenix wasn’t your city, it was LA, where you grew up and left all your friends and family behind. But you needed a fresh start, so you moved to another state as soon as you finished studying. You always promised your best friend to move in with her in LA once you finished university but you couldn’t go back. It all reminded you of him, Noah. You had your several dates, some men even got another date, some even a third one, but nothing serious happened.
Once you made it to the bar, you parked your car on the side of the street just around the corner and checked yourself in the mirror of your rear view. You applied some lipstick and loosened the tight ponytail and let your hair fall down your shoulders.
You walked through the doors of your favorite bar and looked around, searching for your dark haired friend. It didn’t take you long to find her. She was sitting at the back of the bar with two men by her side. You rolled your eyes at her and walked through the mass of people, pushing your way to the back.
“There you are!” she exclaimed as you made it to their table. “Thought you’d dump me.”
“Nah, I really need a drink right now,” you replied and sat down next to her.
“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s my bestie. Y/N, this is Kali and his friend Fyre. Remember, I told you about Kali once or twice.”
“Yeah right, you’re the guitar guy, am I right?” you asked the blonde guy sitting right in front of you.
Kali nodded, about to tell you something when one of the waitresses made her way over to your table. “Anything else for you guys?”
“Just give us another round please,” Kali replied and raised his empty bottle of beer. “Or do you want something else?”
“Nah, that’s fine with me,” you answered and smiled at the waitress before she walked away.
“So, I heard you just had a big gig the other night,” you started a conversation with the boys. “Are you also playing in his band?”
“Unfortunately, I can’t play any instruments,” Fyre laughed. “But Kali over here is a guitar god! You should see him perform one day.”
“Yeah, Y/N! Why don’t we join them on his next gig?” Liz asked you full of euphoria, leaning against Kali’s side. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders looked at you with hoping eyes. “It would be fun.”
“Okay, yeah, why not?” you laughed and grabbed your bottle of beer that the waitress just put in front of you. Fyre raised his bottle and clinked his bottle with yours.
Nearly two hours had passed and you were down to your fifth beer. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Fyre and Kali were cool guys, the type of guys your friend Liz was looking for, but not you. Fyre tried to come closer to you once or twice while Liz and Kali were deep in their own conversations.
It was late and you were trying to find and excuse to leave, but Liz wouldn’t let you go. “Anyone in for another round of shots?” you asked, hoping that the more alcohol you put in Liz’s system, the more tired she would get.
Liz cheered and raised her hands up in the air, “You know exactly how to make me happy, Y/N!”
You laughed and grabbed your purse, heading for the bar. You could’ve waited for another waitress but you wanted to be alone for just a second.
“Can I get four shots of your strongest liquor, please?” you asked the bartender. He nodded and placed for empty glasses in front of you, filling it with some brown liquor.
“Wow, Y/N. Must’ve been a really tough day, huh?”
You turned your head to your left, your eyes widened as you saw the dark mop of hair, followed by those brown teddy bear eyes that you loved so much, a smirk on his lips, surrounded by 5-o-clock-shadow.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, the words barely louder than a whisper.
“Well, I could ask you the same, Y/N. It was you who moved away, after all.”
“I’m sorry, Noah, but I have to get back to my friends,” you said and grabbed the four glasses, ready to walk away when his hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you from leaving.
“I know you, Y/N. And I could see it in your face that you were trying to find a way out. Why don’t you just stay here with me? We could talk, tell each other what we missed those few years. And… your friend over there doesn’t seem to notice that you are gone,” he whispered in your ear, looking over your shoulder to see Liz enjoying herself way too much.
You sighed and looked back at Noah. He was giving you a delicate smile, raising his brows to ask for your answer. “So?”
“Alright,” you gave in and put the shots back on the counter. “But then we have to drink those.”
“With pleasure,” he answered and sat down next to you on one of those bar stools. He grabbed two shots and placed them in front of him. He took the first shot and raised it, waiting for you to grab yours. You raised your eyebrows and raised the first glass, clinked it with his before you drowned it. Noah did the same, squishing his eyes together. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s called Berry Whipped,” you answered and took the second shot. “It’s basically just whipped cream vodka with strawberry vodka and a splash of grenadine.”
“Ugh, I thought you were never into vodka?”
“Well, a lot of things can change in five years,” you sassed, waiting for him to take the second shot.
Noah laughed and shook his head.
“What?”
“Five years,” he mumbled and reached for his glass. “You don’t remember?” he asked as he saw your reaction, or better lack of reaction. “Wow.”
Before you could register what was going on, he had already drowned the second one and put the glass upside down on the bar in such a severe way. “Give me another one!” he shouted at the bartender. The bartender refilled his glass, which Noah drowned in a second.
“You know, if you wanted to ignore me, I could’ve just gone back to my friends,” you retorted and hopped of the stool.
“Okay, wait,” Noah said and grabbed your wrist again. “Why don’t we start from the beginning?”
“It’s quite hard to start from the beginning with all that happened in our lives, our past relationship,” you told him, pronouncing that everything that ever happened between you was now in your past.
Noah ignored your statement and let go of you before he held his hand in front of you saying, “Hi, my name’s is Noah and your lovely name is…?” he asked you charming.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, shaking it. “Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
“Come on, Noah. Are we really doing this right now?” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.
“Yes. I mean, it was you who said that we should’ve met five years later!”
“And it was you who said to make ten years out of it!” you shoot back at him.
“So you do remember!”
“Yes, of course, I remember! How could I not? These were the last words I said to you before we broke off.”
“We broke off? I think you’re getting this wrong. You walked out that door without letting me explain it. You threw the towel! You ended our relationship, not me!” Noah justified, his voice was slowly raising.
“Yeah, because you weren’t fighting for our relationship anymore!”
“And who says that? I just fulfilled my dreams of becoming an actor and you weren’t supporting me like I hoped you would do,” he revealed. “I was busy and yeah, I wasn’t the guy you once dated back then but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. Why couldn’t we just talk about it?”
“Because you were always gone! Either you were filming, on press tours or spending time with your friends instead of me. I always tried to visit you in LA when I had the time to. I know that long distance relationships are difficult and hard to master, but I was willing to and I couldn’t get the feeling out of my head that you weren’t,” you confessed. Your voice was slowly getting quieter with every word you spoke and Noah realized that this wasn’t the right place to have this kind of conversation.
“Okay, before this is getting out of hand, and I don’t mean it in the wrong way, why don’t we head out of here? Talk about it at a quiet place? A bar might not be right place and a coffee shop as well!” he said before you would suggest a coffee shop like you always would.
“What do you say? My place or yours?”
“Depends on where you live right now… but honestly, I’d prefer my place, so I can kick you out when I want to,” you replied.
“Right,” Noah sighed and put some money on the counter. “Do we have to take a cap?”
“You can drive my car. I had to many beers and no I don’t want to say goodbye to Liz. She’s only going to stop me.”
“So she knows all about me?” Noah asked, raising his brows.
“Everything that she needs to know, yes.”
“Great.”
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“So this is where you live now? Hermosa Beach?” Noah asked once you made it to your place. He parked your car at the garage that you shared with others living in your complex.
“Yeah. I’ve been looking for a place for quite a time and this was the first apartment that wasn’t too expensive and too far away from work.”
“Where did you live meanwhile? I mean after you graduated? Or did you move right back here?” he questioned.
“Is this twenty questions?”
“Come on, Y/N. We haven’t seen each other for years. I want to know what I missed,” he replied as you opened the door to your apartment.
“You want to know what you missed? Well it wasn’t much! And no I haven’t been in a serious relationship once we… or should I say I broke things off? But in case you are being serious right now… I moved to Phoenix once I graduated but it wasn’t the place where I wanted to settle and grow old, so I moved back here like eight months ago. What about you?” you asked, getting rid of your shoes before you sat on your big L-shaped couch with your legs crossed.
Noah sat down next to you and mimicked your actions. So there you sat, both criss-crossed on your couch, staring at each other.
“Do you want to drink anything? I think I’ve got half a bottle of red wine left,” you asked the big boy who was now grown into a man.
You had to be honest, he was still looking fine. Hell even better than before. Age just hit him in the right places. He got buffer, his arms and legs weren’t as tenuous as before. He gained some weight but not too much. He grew his facial hair out but it wasn’t too long. But the most important thing: he still made you nervous… in a good way.
“Sure,” he said, ripping you out of your thoughts.
You nodded and got back up, making your way to the kitchen to get two glasses of wine. On the way there, you didn’t miss Noah’s glances. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight like this would be the last time he’d get to see you.
“Thanks,” Noah smiled when you gave him a glass of red wine. As you sat back down, you raised your glass before you took a sip. “So, you didn’t answer my question.”
“Right,” Noah remembered and set the glass on your coffee table. “Well, I still live here in LA, but I moved to another neighborhood. People were finding out where I lived and sooner or later a lot of fans were waiting in front of the complex, some even made their way in. That’s when I decided to move and get a house instead of an apartment. It’s not the biggest house, like Eminem has,” he joked, “But it’s decent. There’s enough space for me and my family in case they’re staying over.”
“Sounds nice… well, you know, getting a house, not the fans following you around… you know what I mean,” you rolled your eyes at yourself.
Noah laughed and nodded. “It is.”
And that’s when the both of you fell into an awkward silence. You knew what was about to happen. You were finally talking about your relationship and the way things ended. You knew that the conversation before was just small talk, trying to forgo the serious subject.
“Sooo…,” Noah started while he played with the blanket that was folded neatly beside him. “Why did you ignore my texts? I wrote you tons of messages, Y/N.”
You sighed. “I read every single one of them, but I couldn’t answer. I just couldn’t. I knew that I’d just come back to you, but I didn’t want to have my heart broken a second time.”
“Heart broken? Are you serious? You walked out, you left me standing there without any explanation.”
“Yes, you broke my heart! I remember your words clearly. You said that our relationship changed in a bad way. There was nothing left to fight for. It was done, Noah,” you said cold. You promised yourself not to go through that pain again. “It was good while it lasted, but once it was just one sided, not so much.”
“It wasn’t one sided, Y/N,” Noah mumbled.
“Oh come on, Noah. Let’s be real for just a moment. You enjoyed your new life so much, that you forgot about me!”
“I’d never forget about you!” he defended himself, his voice slowly rising.
“Okay, let me put it in another way. I wasn’t your priority like I used to be. Hell, it felt like you put me last. And I didn’t want to be treated that way.”
Noah sighed, his head dropped so he was looking at his lap where he still played with his fingers. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked with his head hung low and a hint of regret in his voice.
You tried to tell him lots of times. You even had a fully planned conversation in your mind, but every time you wanted to say something, you couldn’t find the right words, like your vocal cords were made of stone. “I tried.”
You didn’t know how or why, but a single tear rolled down your cheek. “I tried so many times, but I just couldn’t find the right words to tell you that I didn’t feel loved anymore.”
“If you had just told me, Y/N! I would’ve told you how much I love you!”
“Yeah, but those three words would’ve been forced then and that’s not the same,” you mumbled as Noah slowly raised his head. His brown orbs stared into yours and immediately softened when he saw the tears filling your eyes.
“Y/N,” he said, his features clouded with sadness. His hands reached forward, carefully grabbing your face before he wiped away the tears with his thumb. “Please don’t cry.”
You forced a smile just as another tear rolled down your face. Noah was about to say something until he snapped his mouth shut and stood up, walking away. He returned with a box of tissues that he found on your kitchen counter and gave them to you.
“Okay, I might have to try this another way. There’s only one reason why I asked you to sit with me at the bar and do you want to know why?” Noah asked as he sat back down next to you.
You grabbed a tissue and carefully wiped the tears away, trying not to smudge any more of your mascara. “Why?” you asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
“Because every time I saw a new photo of you that you posted online on Instagram, I still got this feeling. And today, when I saw you for the first time after we broke up, I knew that I was still smitten for you,” he confessed, studying your face.
To say that his statement left you unimpaired would be a total lie. Your jaw dropped, only just a little bit before your mouth set in a hard line, your eyes closing. “No. No, you can’t say that. Not right now.”
“Why not?” he asked with his brows knitting.
“Because you just can’t, Noah! All those years, all the time, I tried to get over you! I told myself so many times that no matter what, I’d stay away from you. But-“
“But what?”
“But now… hearing you say those words... it’s like I’m falling for you again.”
Noah didn’t need another word, he knew that he had to go all in, he had to risk everything! He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours.
Your eyes were wide open with surprise, your hands were on his shoulders in a second, ready to push him away, but your heart was quicker than your mind and so you pulled him close. You were kissing him back, carefully. His lips were chapped and dry but it didn’t matter. Noah furrowed his brows, giving everything into the kiss that he could, even though it was just a simple kiss.
You pulled away, being unable to open your eyes for a few moments afterward. Noah had his hands still on your face, trying to figure out if that just really happened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his breath hot on your face.
You finally opened your eyes and saw how close he was. “It’s okay,” you replied and slowly backed away. “It kind of missed this.”
“Really?!” he asked while his eyes lit up.
You just nodded your head, watching every body movement of his. His hands were shaking, just a little bit, but it was enough to show you that he was nervous as hell. He was scared to be left standing alone once again. He couldn’t go through it one more time.
“And… I want to do it again,” you said in hushed tones.
He shut his eyes and a corner of his mouth lifted, before he mumbled something to himself, which you didn’t quite catch. As he reopened his eyes, desire glowed in them.
It was you this time who initiated the kiss. Grabbing his shirt by the collar, you pulled him against you. Your bodies were so close, you could feel his heart pounding. One last smile of yours and Noah was smitten for you before you pressed your lips against his.
Noah didn’t waste time, his one hand found your face, while the other was wrapped around your waist, holding onto your back. His tongue traced over your lips, a small whimper leaving them. Your entire body froze for a moment, the feeling of kissing your loved one took over your whole body.
Noah stopped and pulled you away, whispering something against your lips, “Are you sure you…”
“Yes, I am,” you replied and changed your position. You swung your left leg over his lap and straddled him. His hands left your lower back and found its new place on your thighs.
“I have to ask you something before we rush things here,” he said in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning over your face.
“What it is?”
“I just can’t shake the feeling away that once the sun rises, you’ll ignore me again and this time it will be me who gets his heart broken,” he confessed while his grip on your thighs got tighter.
You sighed and dropped your hands that were on his shoulders. You stared into his eyes that were filled with insecurity. “Okay, why don’t we grab something for breakfast tomorrow? And no matter what happens, we’ll talk about it, alright? I’m sorry that I walked away the last time. I just… I had no energy left to fight for the relationship any longer. I was tired of it and I saw no other option than to walk away from you. I guess, I never realized that I hurt you as well. I’m sorry that I was so naïve, I just thought that you had better things to do.”
“Y/N, I gotta be honest with you. Yes, you hurt me, but I realized it once it was too late. It took me weeks after you left to realize that something was missing, that you were missing in my life. Of course, we were falling apart and yes, I was getting used to see you only a few times a year. But that doesn’t mean that it hurt me less. You can ask my mom or Tay. I was a wreck and seeing that you left my texts on read hurt even more. I knew that you had moved on, it was the only explanation why you didn’t answer me. It was weeks, even months after we broke things off. And when you unblocked me on social media, I saw your happy face. You were happy in New York and I followed your path until you graduated two years later and that’s when I knew that I had to move on as well. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you anymore. I had loved you all the time, through all the years and …I still do.”
“Noah,” you whispered and grabbed his hands while you were still straddling his lap. “Maybe, if we had just talked about it, everything would’ve been okay. We both fucked up, that’s for sure, but what if this is our second chance?”
“Then I won’t fuck it up again,” he tattled and pulled you against his upper body with his hands in yours.
It was the prettiest smile Noah saw on your face, he could’ve stared at it the whole night. The goosebumps on his arms wouldn’t fade away. Your smile was contagious. His eyes drank you up the same way they always did, looking over your face with the aid of the moonlight from outside, glittering across your skin.
Noah’s warm lips kissed against your collarbones, against the crook of your neck and everywhere he could reach while his fingers touched over the arch of your back, tracing against your spine to bring your body as deep into his as he could. The warmth of your body against his had him purring deep into the curve of your jaw, but perhaps it was also the way your fingers raked through his curls.
“Kiss me or don’t, you know I always hated it you teased,” you snarled.
He granted the kiss you deserved, swallowing the heavy sigh you fed him. He slipped his tongue past your lips, wanting to taste you. Your nails dig further into his neck, surely leaving behind a mark or two along. Tugging at his hair as you fell apart, his mouth hovered over your face, watching your features contort with pleasure. He adored you extremely at that moment. His plump lips ghosted over yours once again, swallowing your moans and he groaned at the vibration.
Amusement tugged at his lips as his fingers played with the line of your pants, finding it endearing how casual this was for you two. If you couldn’t judge his eagerness by the way his fingers touched over the curve of your body, you could definitely tell by the pressure underneath you, the straining in his pants that pressed against you.
He leaned back against the rest, deep in your cool couch and looked up at you while your fingers fiddled with the buckle of his black leather belt. You were taking your sweet time, though, so when you finally did get it undone, Noah had grown impatient. He pushed you off his lap and pulled you with him while he mumbled one simple word, “Bedroom.”
You hurried down the hall, desperate to reach your bedroom. Noah was so hungry for you that he pulled at your intertwined hands and pulled you against his body. You gasped as you stumbled along, your feet moving backwards without you thinking about it because you were too busy touching to pay attention to where you stepped.
His soft lips grazed against yours. His feather light touch ignited the same hunger inside you that he was already desiring.
You felt Noah’s hand entangle in your hair, his fingers soothingly rubbing against your scalp as he deepened the kiss. A soft whimper echoes around the room as his tongue traced along your bottom lip. You immediately granted him access, letting out a moan of desire as our tongues dances together.
His skin grazed against your waist as his hands hungrily roamed. Noah was intent on fully worshiping your body. At that moment, the closeness between your two forms was the only thing that mattered to him. He craved your contact after all those years as if he was starving without you by his side; only your touch could reaffirm his existence.
His grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you up to his protective hold. It was as if he feared you’d fade away before his eyes, run away like the last time.
You pulled away for a moment, opening the door to your bedroom while you peeled away his shirt as you ran your hand over his sculpted chest, your touch lingering against him. His hands gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly pulled it off, exposing your beauty.
His eyes stayed on your breasts, covered with a thin laced bralette before his gaze fixated on yours as he gently pushed you on your bed.
You blushed under the intensity of his gaze. Noah’s brown eyes could always make you feel completely loved.
He bent down on front of you to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. At that moment only the two of you mattered.
You shivered as his hands traveled down your arms, softly pushing you back until you were laying on your back. Noah hovered over you, taking his weigh of you with his hands on either side of your face.
You let out a soft moan as his mouth attached to your neck, enthusiastically sucking and nipping at your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer to you. Noah groaned against your skin, pressing a final kiss on your collarbone before his lips trailed down your body.
Noah’s hands sneaked behind your back, unclipping your bra while his lips traveled further down your stomach, his warm breath heating your skin.
As he got rid of your bra, his lips found their way to your left nipple, sucking and licking on it while he paid the same attention to the right one with his hand.
“You’re still so beautiful,” he mumbled against your nipple before he took the right one in between his lips. His teeth grazed it carefully, earning a moan from your lips. Your hands tangled in his dark locks, pulling at it whenever you felt another sensation running through your spine.
Noah released your nipple with an audible pop and peers up at you with a lustful gaze. Tearing of his pants, you shot up and fumbled his with boxers in excitement and pulled out his hardened cock already dripping with precum. You pump his length and try to get down on your knees to blow him but he stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist. “It’s not about me tonight. I’m here to make you feel better,” he insisted.
You bit on your lower lip, leaning back on your elbows as his eyes darkened while he unbuttoned your jeans. He glanced down and chewed uncertainly at his bottom lip. With your eager nod, Noah ripped your panties down and dropped to his knees immediately, tugging your jeans and panties fully down as he did. He barely gave you time to breath before he’s urging your legs apart, his strong hands on your thighs and you throw your head back at the first touch of Noah’s mouth on your inner thigh. He kisses up the one thigh and down the other, avoiding the one place where you desperately needed him, the teasing and closeness making you aware of how wet you already were.
“Noah,” you moaned as you got back up on your elbows, watching his lustful eyes as they stared up at you. “Teasing! You’re teasing again!”
Before you could say something else, Noah pushed you back and licked your folds, flattening his tongue and repeating the action as you finally cry out, covering your mouth with your palm in attempt to hold back your noises. Noah didn’t waste any time and ran his tongue over your core again and again as you shake above him, gripping his hair a little too tight but he didn’t seem to mind. When his tongue dipped into your entrance you whine loudly, your hips jerking against his face, pushing his tongue as deep as he can within you before retreating to lick at your clit with just enough pressure to drive you mad.
“Oh fuck, Noah! Your mouth!” you cry out loud as your hands gripped the white sheets underneath you.
At the first press of Noah’s fingers against your core you arched your back, your hips pressing against his fingers. His lips left your nub, traveling up your body until they were back on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, but the sensation was too much that you could care about it.
“’m so close,” you moaned as his pace quickened, his fingers pushing in and out of you in a rush until they stopped.
“No!” you whined. “Why’d you stop?”
“I want you to come around me, dove,” Noah says, eyes flashing dangerously when he stared at you. Your hands tensed in his hair again while you wrapped your legs around his waist, your wet center pressing against his bulge in his boxers. Noah cursed against your lips as they were still ghosting over your plump and swollen ones, while he struggled to get his boxers off.
You pulled yourself further up your bed until your head was resting on your pillow, giving Noah his time to pull his strong legs out of his boxers. “Do we need a condom?”
You shook your head, “I’m good to go, I’m on my pill.”
Noah smirked as he climbed up the bed to tower over you and held his erection loosely in his hand. His other hand was tight on your hip as his lips brushed your ear. “Are you ready?”
“For you always.”
Your hands were shaking as Noah pushed into you slowly, kissing along your neck as he bottomed out and you moaned loudly at the feeling. Noah didn’t move at first, waiting for you to get adjusted to the feeling of being this close. He gathered your hair and let it fall over one shoulder while he continued to trail his lips along your neck.
“Please,” you begged. “Move.”
Noah’s pace was slow but powerful. His thrusts took away your breath and made your head spin until you managed to hiss harder. Noah accepted your plea and quickened his pace, thrusting harder into you. Pulling almost completely out, Noah thrust back into you hard. He quickly set a brutal pace, the sounds coming from where your bodies met was loud and pornographic.
“Good?” he asked, changing his position from his elbows up so he was holding his weigh on his hands. You gripped at the sheets as Noah pounded into you. Every bump adding uncountable amount of pleasure.
“So, ah, good,” you moaned and threw your head backwards at the feeling of his whole cock deep in your cunt. Noah took advantage of it to scrape his teeth against your collarbones once more. You desperately tried to keep your voice low.
You pulled your knees up, wrapping your calves around his thighs. “Fuck,” Noah groaned at the new angle you were giving him access to. “You feel so good around me, fuck!”
He pulled you closer, changing the position because it was too much for him and he knew that he wouldn’t last long if he would fuck you like this any longer. Noah was now sitting on his knees, your thighs straddling his and you sat in his lap, cock tip against your wet folds. You bit your lips, rears spilling from your eyes in pure despair.
Noah felt you pulsate around him as you rode his cock. He couldn’t see your eyes because they had rolled back into your head. You felt like you could explode from all the pleasure.
You held onto his shoulder as he was helping you ride his dick with his hands on your bum, always hitting your g-spot.
“Oh fuck, I’m close,” you nearly sob, picking up the perfect pace to make you cum in a few seconds. Already on edge from earlier, sparks were setting in your fingertips. Your body shook as you felt the precipice on the horizon, begging you to fall.
Noah picked up the pace, his one hand bending in between your bodies until he found your clit, rubbing hard against it.
“Shit, Noah!” you cried out as your head fell on his shoulder, biting softly into it as you felt your orgasm coming closer. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Like the sting in the balls of your feet after a messy jump, your orgasm ripped through your body.
Noah moaned loud for you as your walls were milking him. He fucked you through your orgasm, pushing you higher and higher with every thrust of his hips.
You pushed his hand away as the feeling was too much for you, your legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Carefully pushing you back down on your back, Noah needed a few more thrusts and clamps of your walls until his face was buried in your neck, a soft and quiet moan leaving his lips. His thrusts got sloppier and messier as he was reaching his high. His white and hot seed filling you to the rim.
As he allowed the last few waves of his orgasm to ride out, you brought your hands up to trace along his jaw. Your eyes were locked as you spread your legs, coming down from your high. Noah stared at you, trying to read your face while he was still deep in you, cum dripping down your thighs.
He was so glad that this happened now that you were in his grasp, you would never escape. Noah caressed your body until he pulled out and crawled to the edge of your bed. Pushing himself up, he walked to your dresser and turned his head, looking at you with a questioning face, “Towel?”
“Lower shelf,” you breathed out, still trying to catch your breath.
You watched him as he grabbed a towel and cleaned you up afterwards. Throwing the towel to the rest of your clothes, he pulled at your sheets and motioned for you to lie underneath. Noah laid down next to you and pulled you closer against him. You laid your head down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat for a while. It took him a few minutes until his heartbeat was steady, the round of sex left him in a complete mess.
“I really missed you,” Noah broke the silence.
You huffed, turning in his hold on you so you were on your side looking at him. “Noah, I’m sorry, I…”
“Please don’t say that you regret it.”
“No, I don’t. I’m sorry that I walked away. I shouldn’t have done it and now I realized that I was so stupid and… why don’t you leave a toothbrush here at my place?”
Noah chuckled, he really thought that you were going to throw him out, maybe even yell at him again, but he couldn’t go through that once more.
Inspiration: The boy next door cliché always seemed to happen in movies. But when this boy moved in to the house beside yours, he seemed willing to discover more than you wanted him to know.
Warnings: None for this part x
The air was warm and muggy on this summer morning. There was no comfortable breeze and the heat was starting to become irritating after eight weeks of the same weather. Summer hadn't been forgiving- with burning concrete floors and cool pools becoming a constant escape, you were excited for the anticipated autumnal days. Though, in this scorching sun, hot chocolates and warm fires sounded like a first world hell. They had to remain as a distant dream for now.
"Alright, come on buddy," You chuckle, letting your dog off the leash as he instantly bounds up to the front door. His black curls flung carelessly over his body, ears flapping up and down with every step.
Reaching for your keys in your pocket, your eyes unknowingly wander to the house beside your own. The bold 'for sale' sign had been taken down to leave a muddy patch in the neatened grass and there had been the appearance of a family every so often that you assumed would become your new neighbours. They seemed nice enough - Two parents with a girl and a boy, one slightly older than you and one who seemed the same age, respectively. Of course, you'd be polite to them, but you liked to keep your house private from the rest and that is how it would stay.
"I'm back!" You exclaim as soon as you enter your home.
It was furnished simply with the main recognisable feature being the photos on top of photos that scattered the walls of all the rooms. Through the ages, your family were held in these walls because their photos held enough memories to bring it all to life in your head. Normally, you would pass an old photo and conjure up a story from it in your head - sometimes choosing to write it down to refuse to let it go.
"Are we going shopping today?" Your brother, Leo, hurries down the stairs with hopefulness echoing in his eyes.
"Yeah, you need to get some school stuff, right?" You respond, walking through to the kitchen to get some food for Bolt, the dog that circled your ankles in excitement. Much like his animated namesake, Bolt was named after the white flash of colour that darted across his chest, and you soon realised that his name echoed in his spritely personality.
"Yeah, I need a bag and new shoes and-" Leo stops when he notices the tired and defeated look on your face, "Well, I don't need them."
"We'll get what we can, yeah?" You push yourself up to stand from the balls of your feet on which you crouched, walking over to your brother and pressing a kiss to his curly locks.
His face brightens with a toothy grin before he's running off once more to get ready to leave.
Days usually felt like this, with no time for rest or to relax. Perhaps those autumn cosy nights weren't only limited by the heat that warmed these streets.
You chose to get changed before you left, pulling your hair out of your face and opting for an outfit of a crop top with shorts and flip flops- the true image of summer. Your mind was already creating the story- the young girl caught in summer heat, and perhaps a summer love.
Soon enough, you and Leo were heading back out of the house, locking up and descending the stairs towards your car.
"Hey, hey, excuse me," An unknown voice yells from somewhere behind you.
Leo, completely oblivious, clambers into the car without a second thought. You are left to turn on your heels and acknowledge the presence behind you. The voice had come from a tall, fairly muscular boy of about your age. He had brown hair that fell in light curls in its slightly styled way and a sharp bine structure to his mature face. You would define him in writing as every way handsome as a man could be purely based on looks. Though, you hadn't made that judgement completely yet.
"Can you help me with my key please?" He sighs, running the back of his arm over his sweat touched forehead.
"Oh, yeah, sure," You nod, holding your hand out to take the key from him.
"My family and I are moving in here and it's the first time I've actually been to the house on my own," He explains with a slightly deepened voice, one that sounded more mature than any of the other boys in your now senior year of high school, "So I have no idea what I'm doing,"
"These keys can be a bit of a pain, you've got to-" You stop, pushing down the handle with some force before turning the key and opening the door, "Just do that,"
The boy behind you looks slightly dumbfounded at what you saw as a simple action.
"Put the key in, give the handle a push down, turn the key and then put a bit of force into opening the door," You explain, handing his key back to him, "It was nice to meet you,"
Your words seemed polite but, really, they felt a bit rehearsed to you. It couldn't really be said that you had 'met' him when you'd not even acknowledged his name.
"I'm Noah," He calls after you as you are already on your way to your car, "By the way,"
Turning around quickly, you wave in his direction before getting into your car.
"Okay, I guess you don't have a name," He mumbles to himself, finding his eyes trailing back to you as your car drives out of his view.
You didn't really give him a second thought. And maybe there was a slight guilt for doing that.
~~~
Shopping, though tiring, was successful. You managed to find a few bargains to keep Leo supplied for his new year at middle school, his first year actually. Leo was 11 now and you were going into your senior year, making you 17. So, to you, him starting school mattered more than you doing the same thing.
"What's for dinner, (Y/N)?" Leo asks, walking into the kitchen and washing his hands.
"Aww, are you gonna help me?" You raise your brows, opening the cupboards to search for some available food.
Leo doesn't need to respond as he hops himself up onto the counter top and watches you rummage around the kitchen.
"Alright we've got leftovers... Or nothing," You sigh, knowing a food shop had to be your next priority.
Before your dinner conversation can continue, there's an enthusiastic knock at the door.
Bolt is already spinning in circles at the hallway, letting out an occasional bark as you and Leo head over.
When you open it, the family from next door are all stood there. The parents, the older girl, and the handsome boy from earlier.
"Hello lovelies," The mother beams, "Well, we just moved in next door and we wanted to come and introduce ourselves,"
"Oh, yeah, hi," You smile, "It's nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n), and this is my brother Leo... And that's Bolt," You chuckle as Bolt bounds in circles around them all.
"Ahh it's lovely to meet you, I'm Greg, this is Kellee," The older man explains, "This is our eldest Taylor, and this young man is Noah. Were the Centineo's,"
You smile politely as each of them are introduced.
"So, are your parents home?" Kellee asks, inquisitively looking into the house that was open behind you.
"No they're-" Leo begins, always one to never shield the truth.
"Not home at the minute, they'll be back in a couple of weeks," You interject, resting a hand across Leo's shoulders, "Busy with work,"
The parents of the family nod in response and Taylor holds out a plastic container of food to you, "I made a lasagne for you, just heat it up and it should be good to eat,"
"Thank you!" Leo grins, taking the dish from her.
The family bid you farewell and begin to head back to their own home as Leo and Bolt dash back into the kitchen. Noah hangs back slightly, turning to face you when he's on the bottom step in front of your house.
"You go to Bergemont?" He asks, referring to the local high school that you and the majority of the town attended.
"Yeah, just about to start senior year," You nod, hand holding the door and anticipating the moment when you could close it.
"I'll see you there," He smiles in response, "And it's nice to know you do have a name, (Y/N)."
A uncontrollable blush crawls onto your cheeks because this boy appeared to have all the confidence in the world stuffed into those muscular arms and those piercing eyes and that was something you had never held. And, for some reason unbeknownst to you, you found yourself watching Noah all the way until he reached his house. And you even smiled to yourself when he tried to get the door open with his key and failed, opting to knock on the door until one of his relatives opened it. Now he was the one that was blushing, fearful of you seeing him embarrass himself, but smirking because he knew you'd watched.
That family seemed nice and the smell of fresh lasagne was already warming these walls. But, sadly, they were just another family you'd lied to and another one who you didn't want to know the truth...
(So this is a new AU series I'm going to be starting, hope you like how it has begun. Obviously the depictions of Noah's family are completely fictional but they don't play too much of a big part in the story. Please give me any feedback you have and any questions. And if you have any ideas for a story, please let me know)
I was re reading that Drabble of Maxiel’s Baby and I don’t about you but I think Noah should have a sibiling hahaha
Oh Bestie you just know the words to derail my brain don't you?? Of course I couldn't just....not think about it lol I banged this one out, I have not reread it so I hope its ok lmao
This is set in the universe of this birthday party and this drabble
Daniel had giggled when he pressed ‘post’ on the photoset, the picture of him napping front and centre. He hadn’t been joking when he said Vegas was exhausting– the completely odd hours, the long wait during free practices. It had been a lot of events crammed into a very short space of time.
Daniel had just thought he was being old and cranky with how tired he was. He’d declined every invite to go party, kissed Max’s pouting lips and sagged with relief in their hotel suite. It wasn’t until he saw the videos of Lewis and Fernando having a blast that he thought maybe he shouldn’t have been as tired as he was.
It didn’t too matter– he’d been delirious that one Friday and when Pyry had suggested power naps to combat the exhaustion, Daniel had happily closed his eyes and slipped his head on Blake’s unwilling shoulder.
Now as the fireworks went off in Abu Dhabi to usher in the end of the season, Daniel idly knew Max was on his way from one media pen to another– doing double duty as race winner and champ. Daniel would wait for him in their room. Once he finished his commitments here at the track, he’d collect Noah from Geri (no doubt his presence was already triggering the ole ‘we should have another’ conversation between the Horners). And then they would go to take a nap in the big bed while they waited for Papa.
Or that would be the plan, if he could ever stop puking his intestines up.
He’d been in there for just under fifteen minutes already. Because that's about as long as the fireworks show in AD normally lasts. Blake was outside the door, he’d knocked a few times and Daniel had answered with groans. He knew if he didn’t answer with human words soon, Blake was going to call Max.
When he felt vaguely human again– this took give or take another ten minutes– Daniel flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out in the sink. He felt rung out, even more dehydrated than at the end of the race. His face was pale and splotchy, yeah he looked sick as fuck. There would be no hiding it.
With a shaking hand, he unlocked the door. Blake stood by, along with Pyry and Franz. The three of them looked alarmed at his pallor. There was a flurry of movement and before Daniel knew it, he was in his driver’s room and a nurse was taking his blood pressure.
“Guys, I’m fine. Probably like just a bit dehydrated or something.” Daniel mumbled, they were being complete mother hens and they needed to quit before someone got the dumb idea of pulling Max from his media commitments.
“Nah mate, this is more than just dehydration.” Blake mumbled, he looked as worried as when Daniel had broken his hand. Of course, this wasn’t anything like that.
“You’ve been really tired lately–” Pyry started.
“Yeah– Vegas was shit. Everyone was tired.” Daniel cut in.
“But you were like….way more tired.” Blake mumbled, Daniel rolled his eyes. “Danny, you were napping everywhere. Like literally everyone has pictures of you sleeping. It's like ‘where's lando’ all over again.” Blake threw his arms up in exasperation.
“I’m fine.” Daniel insisted. “Maybe my iron’s low or something.”
They all bickered (much to Franz’s amusement) and pretty much ignored the nurse as she jotted down his vitals and then started scrolling through an ipad.
“Daniel, you gave your updated blood sample this weekend, correct?” The nurse asked and Daniel nodded, eyes wide from being cut off from whatever childish retort he was going to give Blake. He had stopped by the medical bay Thursday morning like they had asked. He’d given a new sample in Austin, when they cleared him to race. But in Vegas, Blake had received an email asking for a new sample. They didn’t think anything of it, this happened all the time.
The nurse scrolled on her ipad again and bit her lip, before looking at all the people in the room staring back at her.
“Was there something wrong with that sample too?” Daniel asked, trying to lead her into telling them what she found. Her reaction wasn’t good. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either.
“Uhm, maybe some privacy?” She asked, her voice tight.
“No it's fine” he sighed, they’d all hear about it– whatever it is. Blake was his manager, Pyry was his interim trainer. Franz was his boss, well ex boss. All people who needed to know details about his health and wellbeing.
“Well, um.” She bit her lip and seemed very uncomfortable. Daniel sighed, preparing for the worst. “Congratulations? You're pregnant.” the nurse winced awkwardly. Daniel’s eyes widened comically. Blake’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh shit!”
All eyes turned to the door to see Max’s surprised form with his arm up poised to knock on the door. His wide blue eyes found Daniel’s and the largest grin cracked open his face. Franz clapped Max on the shoulder and ushered the poor nurse out of the room. Pyry shuffled Blake out and closed the door behind them.
“Noah’s gonna be a big brother?” Max whispered and Daniel smiled wetly. Max sat on the couch beside him and collected Daniel into his arms.
“I’m pregnant?” Daniel whispered in awe as bits and pieces of the last few weeks started to make sense. “I guess I should lay off the red bulls for now, huh?”
“Yeah. We, of course, don’t want the baby coming out with fucking wings as advertised.” Max giggled and Daniel snorted into his shoulder. Daniel clung to him a bit longer before easing back and staring into wet blue eyes.
“You’re gonna be a Papa again.”
Max surged forward and kissed him. He was so happy.
Of course, this changed a lot of things. There were many contracts that now needed to be broken, many clauses rewritten. A new baby changed so many things. But that was for the future; the Max and Daniel of tomorrow.
For now, they were going to bask in the knowledge that they were expecting. Then they would go into the garage where, no doubt, all of Alpha Tauri already know– because Franz was a huge gossip queen. And then after accepting all of their congratulations, they would go to the Red Bull garage where, of course, Helmut has already told Christian and all the guys there because Hemult was nothing if not Franz’s partner in crime.
Tonight they will enjoy it. They will take their son home and cuddle him in bed. Tomorrow they can start the planning.
A lovely procrastination drabble. I tried really hard to keep it short and simple.
Max squinted at the drawing scribbles Daniel presented him.
“What is that? Bread?” He was confused. “You have bread in the oven? Daniel, when did you even have time to take up baking?”
Daniel looks at him exasperated and just a little disappointed that his last minute pregnancy reveal wasn’t going well at all. He panicked when Max came home early, sue him. He spent more brain power hiding the damned stick.
“No it’s a bun. A bun in the oven” he said leadingly, wide brown eyes imploring Max to just…get it.
“Like a cinnamon bun? We don’t even eat those. Are you trying to bake instead of buying-“
“I’m pregnant Max. I’m trying to tell you I’m pregnant.” The pronouncement was flat and said with a sight, shoulders sagging.
Max scooped Daniel into a large, comforting hug. “Then why didn’t you just say?! Using these complicated clues.” He eased back to look into disappointed, yet hesitant honey eyes. “I am, of course, happy. This is amazing news, Love.”
let me wrap my teeth around the world - Rated explicit
Summary:
“I thought you were staying out?” A voice accused.
“You shouldn’t be calling me Charles.” replied Daniel
“You promised me you wouldn’t do anything stupid!”
“And I didn’t!”
“Then why are Renault publicly calling for your head?”
or;
Red Bull got what they wanted and Max got his man…sorta. All they have to do is go to the FIA and everyone's happy. Simple.
Right?
Adore You Coda
Wreck Me - Rated Mature
Started as a Tumblr ficlet. Summary:
Honestly, Daniel had many dumb ideas before. Ideas that led to the police being called, ideas that lead to waking up in somewhere unknown to him, sometimes naked.
This might not be the worst idea but emotionally it felt like it. He hadn't seen Max in…he didn't know how long. But it was long enough that walking into the lobby of his brand new high-rise on a whim was at the very least…weird.
Reclamation - Rated Explicit
Wreck Me Sequel! Summary:
reclamation:
The act of reclaiming or the state of being reclaimed. To claim something back; repossess; to correct an error; to reform.
The biggest mistake Max ever made was breaking up with Daniel. 5 years later he makes the second biggest mistake by sending him away again. But… he could fix this.
Daniel was ready to move on. Max didn't want him and thought the absolute worst of him. Cool. It was fine. It was time.
Age FAQ
Lucid Dreaming
A maxiel sleepwalker au
Daniel is a sleepwalker, his destination? Max's bed.
Tumblr Ficlets:
Maxiel Parents Noah AU:
Procrastination Drabble - Rated everyone
First Birthday Party - Rated everyone
Important News - Rated everyone
Match Point - Tennis AU - Rated explicit, but open to everyone lol
Inspired by Break Point. Now on AO3
Part 1 - Max Meets Dan | Part 2 - Dan's POV | Part 3 - RBR Beach Party
Part 4 - Dan's Training Camp | Part 5 - [redacted] | Part 6 - Daydreams
Part 7 - Australian Open | Part 8 - Qtr Finals | Part 9 - Pre Semis
Part 10 - Semis | Part 11 - Congratulations! | Part 12 - Idioti
Part 13 - Karting | Part 14 - Love | Part 15 - Winner Winner
Part 16 - Zandvoort Mornings | Part 17 - Injury -_- | Part 18 - Coda
Part 19 - Cheek to cheek | Part 20 - post Singapore quali | Part 21 - RBR World Champs | Part 22 - Back at it? | Part 23 - Happy Birthday Max | Part 24 - Kinktober 5 | Part 25 Congratulations Maxy | Part 26 - Tennis Skirt Coda | Part 27 - Pornstache!Dan | Part 28 - Fluff Coda | Part 29 - Workout Coda | Part 30 - Vegas Baby! | Part 31 - Thanksgiving
Writing Prompt - Quests - Rated everyone
Writing Prompt - Touching - Holding the Other's Chin Up
Writing Prompt - Touching - Gripping Thigh
Writing Prompt - Touching - massaging or sitting in the others lap!
Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Disney Princess Dan 2 | Disney Princess Dan 3 | Disney Princess Dan 4 | Disney Princess Dan 5 | Disney Princess Dan 6 | Disney Princess Dan 7 | Disney Princess Dan 8 | Disney Princess Dan 9 | Disney Princess Dan 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14
Enchanted AU Christmas:
Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35
Summary: Y/N and Noah are in a happy relationship for a few years now, but is it really happy? They fight, they make up, they go on dates, they love each other just like a normal relationship but are they really happy?
Words: 2,563
A/N: this imagine is based on the song “Bad Timing” by Rhys Lewis. I can’t get it out of my head and I think it deserves so much better! Also the imagine takes place in 2017 before Noah filmed tatbilb. I also made his place look like a loft, because in his ig stories it just looks like one big room. If I’m wrong correct me!
Also, there is a keep reading! I can’t help it if it isn’t showing on mobile... sorry folks
Masterlist - Part 2
Spring break, something all college students enjoy. They get drunk everyday, party all night, and probably get laid every night. But you weren’t one of those. You’d drive or fly (yes, definitely fly)back home, all the way from New York City to Los Angeles, not to see your family but to see Noah, your long-term boyfriend.
You met back in High School when Noah moved from Florida to LA, you two were hitting it off immediately, but your relationship got more serious when you graduated from high school and you had to leave for college. It wasn’t a problem at first but when he started on the show “The Fosters” a year later, things got worse. But you totally understood why and you supported him in what he was doing but it was hard to keep in touch every day.
To say you were exited seeing your boyfriend after three months, would be underestimated. Last time you saw him was on Christmas Eve for just a few minutes before he had to leave for auditions. You had planned a nice weekend for you and Noah. Your families would be together for Christmas Eve, so both of you could be with your parents and siblings. But Noah got a call and had to leave last second, his manager saying that this could be his break-through if he got the role.
Noah made sure to leave his present for you at your place before he left. Although, you still had your whole family and Noah’s parents plus Taylor by your side on Christmas Eve, you still felt empty without Noah. You were disappointed, that’s for sure, but you knew that it was for his career. Taylor and you made the best out of it; best of it meant getting drunk with mulled vine.
The young man left you tons of messages, saying how sorry he was and that he’d make it up to you the next time. But you knew that he would probably forget it.
So here you were, on your way to Noah’s loft with your bags packed for the next two weeks. You thanked the cab driver as he dropped you off at Noah’s, your parents just left for work and knowing Noah, he’d still be asleep when you landed at LAX.
Opening the door to Noah’s apartment with the spare key he gave you, you dropped your bag at the front door and slipped off your shoes. The place was still dark and quiet, meaning that Noah was indeed still sleeping. So you tip-toed to his bedroom and opened the door quietly, only to reveal an empty bed. You pursed your lips and turned around, searching for him in the big open living room connected to the kitchen but he wasn’t there.
A blue sticky note on the fridge caught your sight. You snatched it and read the note that was left for you, “Sorry babe, I had to leave early. Will be back tonight! I love you!”
You sighed and threw the note in the trash bin before you grabbed your bags and threw them on his bed. Grabbing your phone you opened your recent playlist on Spotify and connected your phone with the Bluetooth speaker before you played your favorite song at the moment.
You began to unpack your stuff, which wasn’t much since you had tons of your stuff at his place already. While you did so, you couldn’t help yourself and remembered the days when it was all different.
Sophomore year.
You were already four months in when your teacher announced a new student. Your head rose from your paper that you were currently working on and your eyes fell on the new student. Quite tall, skinny and a honey skin tone embellished the boy, but what really caught your breath were his eyes, those damn brown eyes. Brown eyes were your weak spot, always have been. The kid forced a smile, feeling uncomfortable in anew class.
“This is Noah, he’ll be in our English class from now on. Please make him feel welcome,” your teacher said as she looked through the class. “There’s an empty seat right there next to Y/N,” she whispered to him and pointed with her index finger in your direction. You smiled and waved at Noah, so he would know who said person is. He returned your smile and dropped his bag back when he sat down. He put the paper that your teacher gave him on his desk and searched for a pencil when you put your work on his desk. “I’m already finished and I’m pretty sure that you have no freaking clue where to start, right?”
A soft giggle left his mouth, his head still deep in his bag, looking for a pen. “You’re right,” he replied when he said back up straight with a pencil in his hand. “Found it.”
From there on, your friendship grew and so were your feelings for him.
“Come on, Y/N. Just this one time please. I know you’re not into football (as in soccer), but you promised you’d watch me play once,” Noah begged you for the hundredths time today. “Please.”
“You know I can’t say no to those puppy eyes of yours… alright, I’m coming, but you better score at least three goals for me,” you gave in and put your homework away. Noah jumped up from your bed and ran to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, the desk chair being slightly in the way, but he didn’t care. You put your hands on his, pulling him tighter against you, while you leaned your head against his arm.
“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you, thank you, thank you. What would I do without you? I love you Y/N.”
Your heart stopped once again, just like all the times he said those three words.
“You’re the best friend I could ever ask for.”
But your heart broke to amillion pieces when he said those words right after, every time. Best friend. Nothing more.
But it wasn’t until homecoming in senior year, when you finally told Noah how you felt all those years.
“Tell me one good reason why you’re not coming. Is it because no one asked you to go with them? Is it that?” Noah asked, standing under the door frame of your room. The navy blue suit was working in his favor, the tie begging you to tie it again, but this time right. So you stood up from your bed where you sat just moments ago, your legs crossed and a book in your hands. You didn’t say a word, you just approached him and reached for his tie. His eyes were asking you tons of questions, but his shoulders relaxed when he realized that you were just going to tie his tie.
“No.”
“No, what?” Noah asked.
“I just- I just don’t feel like going, okay?” you mumbled and patted his broad chest when you were done.
“Y/N, that’s just ridiculous. You know I will save you at least one dance. Just because you got no one to go with doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be going at all!” Noah exclaimed. “Please.”
“Even if you would change my mind, I don’t even have a dress” you said with your head hung low.
“You’re such a bad liar. I know you got plenty of dresses. You couldn’t decide for one when your brother married his big love, so you kept them both. And I know that you haven’t worn it. There’s probably still the price tag on it. I’ll get the dress, and you’ll get ready, okay?”
“Noah, no. I’m not coming. Nothing can change my mind…” you mumbled and sat back down on your queen sized bed. “Not even your puppy eyes!”
Noah dropped his bottom on the beanbag and rubbed his hands on his knees. “Then I’m staying here.”
“No, no, no! What about Linda? Or what was her name again?” you asked, letting your feet fall from down the side of your bed, your toes barely touching the carpet.
“I don’t care about her, Y/N. I care about you.”
“Then why did you ask her out and not me?” The words left your mouth too quickly for your liking. That was one thing you couldn’t get rid of. You always talked first before you could even think about it in your head.
Your eyes widened at your words and your hand flew up to cover your lips. “Fuck,” you mumbled into your hand.
“What did you just say?”
“I…,” you still mumbled but dropped your hand, “Okay, you know what? I don’t care if I am going to destroy our friendship or not but… Noah, I can’t handle seeing you with other girls in your arms. All the time, I wish it would be me. I-“
“Y/N…,” Noah interrupted your rambling. “Why haven’t you said anything?”
“I- I couldn’t, Noah. I was scared.”
“For how long?”
“For how long what?” you repeated his question, not getting what he was referring to.
“For how long have you been feeling like this?” he finally asked.
“End of sophomore year?”
“Y/N, damn it,” Noah cursed and ran a hand through his hair before he stood up and trotted around your room, muttering words and phrases to himself.
“Noah, I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry that I ruined everything with this. I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t,” he finally said clear and stopped right in front of you. “You didn’t.” And with that his hands were on your cheeks, his head leaning in, the brown eyes asking for permission which you granted with a soft smile… and with that his lips were on yours.
It all went smoothly since then. Noah asked you to be his girlfriend not long after and your relationship grew every day, that was until you left for college, it all went downhill. You tried fighting for your relationship but you felt like you were the only one doing so.
The energy you had left fighting for your relationship with Noah was long gone. It was gone the second he left you alone on Christmas eve. You just didn’t care anymore. It was like you and Noah were falling out of love. God, speaking about love, you don’t even remember the last time he made love to you.
You woke up when you heard the front door shutting and you immediately shot up from your position on the couch. Noah stumbled in, his hair sticking in all possible directions. A smell of smoke and beer filled the room. “Oh, there you are” he said and walked over to the couch, grabbing your hands while lifting you up. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, sinking into your touch but you grabbed his arms that were slung around you and peeled them off you.
“Is everything alright?”
“I don’t know,” you exclaimed, “you tell me! You knew that I was coming today, I told you long ago and you have nothing better to do than hang out with your friends, I guess, because I can smell it on you, a lot. And you don’t usually smoke unless you drank with your friends… for christ’s sake, Noah! You let me wait here all day!”
“I-I’m sorry, okay. I was working the whole week and I just wanted to spent time with my friends” he replied and dropped his hands.
“But it’s always like this, Noah. You’re heading out, as I’m coming home and I haven’t seen you in forever, I just want to spent time with you as well! But I guess I’m alone in this.”
“What do you mean alone, Y/N?”
“In this relationship! Life keeps getting between us, Noah, if you haven’t realized and it’s all too heavy to keep up anymore! I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to keep this up! I’ve been fighting for our relationship, but somehow I get the feeling that I am alone in this. So you tell me, do you still love me? Do you still enjoy spending time with me? Or am I just a burden for you?” you shouted at him with your arms up in the air.
“I do! I do Y/N and I will always love you!But-“
“But what Noah?”
“We changed, okay? This isn’t the relationship that we used to have anymore!” he raised his voice as well.
“Yeah! Guess what! We were teens when we fell in love, when we started this! We changed! We grew up! A relationship is about change but in a good way!”
“Funny that ours didn’t change in a good way” Noah said, a sarcastic chuckle leaving his lips.
Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe what he just said, this had to be a joke. Just as your eyes, your mouth dropped, the expression on your face held so much anger. Noah knew that he said something wrong. He knew it all along and your face showed him that you couldn’t believe him. But he wasn’t sorry. He was angry, angry that you had to blame it all on his friends. Friends that he had longer in his life than you.
“I’m sorry, what?” you asked him with tears welling up in your eyes. He just shook his head, turning around to face the window. “I think you heard what I said. Some relationships change in a good way, some not and I think ours didn’t end quite well.”
“End? You are kidding me, right? All the time while I tried fighting for us, you knew all along that there was no us anymore? But now I realized, there is no fighting, there never was. God, I just we’d met each other five years later! And you know why? Because I hate the way we are being torn apart!” you cried out, tears now streaming down your face.
“Why don’t you make ten years out of that?” he snapped at you, turning around to finally face you and god, he hated it. If he just stayed like this, he wouldn’t have to see your face. Red eyes, trembling lips and wet cheeks. He promised to never hurt you, well… that’s what he said to you after your first big fight. It was nothing big, for him at least, but it broke your heart for the first time and he hated seeing you like that, so he promised you to never hurt you. Guess you shouldn’t promise something that you can keep, right?
“You’re right, you’re completely right. I wish we never would have met!”
And with that you stormed to his bedroom, grabbing your suitcase while you slammed the door. It was all for nothing. You just unpacked your stuff and now you were throwing it all back, even the stuff you had left at his place for most of the time.
You were almost done when a knock was heard, the door opened just a crack. “I’m sorry,” Noah mumbled. “I shouldn’t have said that, but I think we should talk about this, because there is some stuff going on and we cannot keep going like this, Y/N, and you know it. An-“
“Bad timing, Noah. Bad timing,” you just said and grabbed your coat, putting it on.
“What do you- what are you doing? Are you leaving?” he asked.
