noah sebastian x reader
summary: It had been over a decade since you and Noah were separated, and finally, after the release of your latest single, you reunite.
warnings: mentions of past mental abuse | mentions of struggles with alcoholism | (more will be added as the story progresses)
tags: popstar!reader | childhoodfriend!reader | friends to lovers | fluff | smut(?) | soft!noah | (more will be added as the story progresses)
notes: this will be made up of three main chapters and then will primarily be one-shots (some will have an order — those will be numbered).
noah sebatian x reader
summary: at the last show of your tour, you performed a unreleased song — one you wrote about noah.
warnings/tags: none? (let me know if i'm wrong)
notes: i changed a couple of words in the original song (they're in bold) | a short chapter to kick things off | clothes descriptions are clickable if you want to see what i visualise
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chapter one — what if?
“I just wanna thank all of you for coming out today! You’ve been such a great crowd!” You said into your mic, sounding slightly out of breath as you skipped down the catwalk stage, your short baby blue corset dress and loose hair bouncing with the movement — allowing the sweat covered skin of your neck and shoulders to breathe for a moment under the harsh spotlight.
They cheered in response. It’s deafening even with your earpieces still in, and everything you ever hoped for.
“I want to thank every single one of you for making this tour so special. I—” You forced a chuckle to stop yourself from getting choked up, “This tour—my first world tour—oh my god…”
The crowd cheered, starting a jumbled mess of chants that you couldn’t quite make out.
You took a deep breath and fanned your face to prevent the tears that had appeared in your eyes from falling. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
You let the love from your fans wash over you, taking a few moments to calm down, until you’re ready to continue. You placed the microphone on the stand and picked up the water bottle you left at the bottom of the stage earlier in your performance and took a few sips. “You’ve been such a good crowd, I think you deserve…” You trailed off, allowing yourself another sip of water while raising a single brow at your impassioned audience.
“You guys want an unreleased song?” You exclaimed before placing the water bottle back on the floor.
You watched with a smile as the crowd screamed, building into a crescendo of unintelligible exclamations. The excitement was palpable, and you were loving every second of it.
“Okay, okay, I hear ya.” You giggled into the microphone, spinning the anxiety ring on your pointer finger as you took note of all the phones pointed at you. “So… I had been feeling nostalgic. Thinkin’ about an old friend of mine, back from before I got adopted. Uhh… so, I guess this song is just a way of me sayin’: I miss you, Puppy.”
You shrugged, a small smile on your lips. “This is: What if?”
The crowd cheered as the music started, and you rested one hand on the mic, the other on the stand.
“Hey, if you’re out there
If you hear me
Oh I wonder how you’ve been doin?
As I’m gazing
At the ceiling”
–You gesture up and then move your other hand to the mic, tapping the toe of your platform boot in time to the beat–
“In my room where we used to whisper
Hey there stranger
Now I’m feeling
Something tell me that
You wonder about me toooooo-oo”
–You tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, and adjusted your earpiece–
“Oh hey, saw your best friend
At the store and
No I didn’t say a word to him
Wish I had asked,
Asked about you
But it’s been so long since your name formed
On my lips, it’s
Strange to say it
Strange to think about
How you were someone I kneeeeew-oh”
–You take the mic off the stand, backing up slightly as the chorus comes in–
“Oh I knew you a lifetime ago
Back when we were just kids
Back when nothing really mattered
All the crazy shit that we did”
–And here it came. The confession part of the chorus–
“I loved you some heartbreaks ago
We’ve both grown so much since then
Sometimes I wish we could go back
Sometimes I wonder what if?
What if you weren’t such a stranger?”
You continued the song, wandering the stage as you became more comfortable singing the new lyrics. Lyrics you had been unsure about putting out in the world even as far back as writing them. You didn’t know how Puppy—Noah—how Noah would react — if he would even hear them.
You hoped he would. You hoped you could see him again, in person, rather than on Instagram, which he had now left — deleted all his social media — just as you had gained the courage to reach out.
So that was the only thing you could think of doing, short of naming him in public. But, you didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to force him into any type of situation — with yourself or the general public.
Regardless, you hoped something would come of the song. But, you’d survive if nothing did.
(or. the hetrochromia chronicles)
follow the lead singer of the masked, anonamous rock band 'the cackle' as she battles with a pushy record label team, nosy fans, friendships, romances, and the mental and physical trauma of growing up in a religous cult commune.
a/n: i haven't started any of these stories, so for now it is just a way for me to keep track of what I have come up with. so this will slowly be added to.
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the stories
a/n: i can't promise these will be published anytime soon. story name(s) may be changed.
pretty boy - noah sebastian (bad omens)
honey - vessel (sleep token)
↳ au: make me a martyr - vessel (sleep token)
lover boy - iv (sleep token)
the music
a/n: click below to see the music used by the band.
music by ‘the cackle’.
warnings
a/n: overarching trigger warnings for the series’.
childhood abuse | religious trauma | physical scars | cult shit | near death experience (past) | homelessness (past) | self flagellation (past) | (will be added to)
