Im Just The Lame Ass Daughter Who Doesnt Do Shit And Doesnt Have Friends

im just the lame ass daughter who doesnt do shit and doesnt have friends

Alright so my day went from bad to worse. Can y’all just spam me photos of Noah please 😭

yes, vinny, you're cute, we know

for @fadingintothegrey

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The sound of the thunder wasn't exactly what you'd call soothing. it was like all the times you'd joined the boys in the studios and on tours and listened to Folio practice a song 1 too many times for your liking, so you'd need to grab the noise cancelling headphones.

You buried your head in your pillows, accidentally disturbing your fiance, Noah. "Babygirl?" His voice was raspy, and it always soothed you.

You look up at him with puppy eyes. "Did I disturb you? I'm sorry." You reply softly.

Noah chuckles. "C'mere baby." He cooes softly. his voice soothing like the aroma of your favorite tea and comforting like a hot shower and hypnotic like a siren.

You snuggle closer to him and bury your face in his chest. "I'm sorry the big, bad, mean, thunderstorm is keeping my princess up. Do you wanna talk about your week baby?" He asks sweetly. his voice like honey and silk.

You shake your head. "Can you tell me a story?" You whisper. He smiles. "Your favorite story or mine?" He whispers. "Your favorite." You reply meekly.

He chuckles. "Again sweetheart?" He whispers. You pout and hit him with your pillow. He laughs and hugs you, and kisses your head. "I'm just teasing sweet girl. I love telling you my favorite story." He cooed lovingly.

He picks you up gently and carries you to the kitchen, turning the light on to a dim setting, since you always required a warm cup of tea for story time. He grabbed his favorite mug for you. "Once upon a time, there was a traveling artist whom photographed and painted every sunset, every sunrise, every flower, every deer, and ladybug she could get her hands on." He reminisced fondly, as he filled the mug half way with water and popped it in the microwave.

"And there was a traveling musician. He played songs to any person whom asked. He was impatient, and brash and hot headed and arrogant, when he wasn't on stage." He reminisced, as he grabbed another mug, and filled it half way with milk, and took out the first mug from the microwave a second before the timer went off. He put the second mug into the microwave.

"And when he met this photographer whom also painted, he didn't know that she was equally as stubborn as him, and would change his life for the better." He said sweetly, as he put a tea bag into the mug of water, and set it aside to steep.

"And at first, they argued a lot, cause he was way too picky about how the style of the concert photographs should be." "And she was picky about when and how she changed her style. and she wasn't about to let a fellow artist she barely knew, tell her how do her job." He said with a chuckle, as he removed the second mug from the microwave as it beeped. He poured the now warm milk into the tea.

He hands you the mug gently, taking your hands in his, and gently placing them around the mug. "And with every day that passed, he slowly but surely grew more patient as he let her walk him through her editing process and her sketching practice for her paintings and photos. And how she blended her paints to get the perfect colors to bring out her favorite aspects of the photographs." He said fondly, as he gently carried you to the bedroom.

"And slowly but surely, she let him teach her how he liked to do his favorite styles of art." "and so they decided to become a team. That was until the traveling musician fell in love with the painter whom was also a photographer." "He'd never been in love before." He whispered sweetly, as he sat on the bed, so you were curled up on his lap, and into his chest.

"And so he started picking fights with this photographer again, in hopes she would go away so he could go back to his normal self." "But little did he know, she was way too smart. he didn't know that her art taught people to see through the walls others put up." "in the way an x-ray sees through the human body." He said with a chuckle. Which made you smile as you sipped your tea.

"And then what happened?" You whispered, as you yawned and rubbed your eyes.

"This cycle happened for a month or two, until he finally caved to his feelings and finally confessed-..." He whispered, reminiscing fondly.

He looks down, and you're asleep , with your head on his shoulder, face nestled into the crook of his shoulder and neck. mug almost three-fourths empty. Noah softly chuckled, and put the mug on the nightstand. He softly kisses your forehead and he slowly, gently lays down with you atop of him, to not disturb you. "Sweet dreams babygirl. I love you." He whispers.

I’m a share hilarious ass story that I only had the realization for two months ago. I actually watched his streaming. I just was not paying attention because the person who actually watched it was an ex-boyfriend of mine who came over to my house to watch his streams because I have a tv that connects to twitch. He watched his streams so much that it t was just white noise in my room so when I got into Bad Omens earlier this year, I didn’t recognize Noah, like it was not clicking that Twitch Streaming Noah and Bad Omens Noah was the same person. The person who clicked it right away was my little brother and he said it out loud by saying, “isn’t that your gamer boyfriend, Noah?”. (He’s 11 and at the time he was 6-8 years old and never liked my ex, so he took the liberty of calling Noah my boyfriend instead, kids man)

I MISS TWITCH NOAH AND I WASNT EVEN THERE

imagine current noah doing streams 🥺i wanna see him being goofy and make stupid jokes and hear him talk and and

Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 8

AU Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Summary: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: none for this chapter other then talks of religion

So sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out haha I’ve been so busy over the last couple weeks but tonight jet lag has been a bitch so I decided to use the time to finish this chapter off 🤣 I hope you all enjoy and I look forward to hearing your thoughts!!

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The world around you seemed very fuzzy, like a dream, almost but it was very much real.

The pain in your head was awful, you tried to open your eyes and was met by a dim light around the room coming from above your head, although it was dim, it still hurt your eyes the moment they opened.

You let your head fall back onto the pillow you were lying on, the room already feeling like it was spinning and making your stomach twist uncomfortably.

The sound of a door opening made you try to turn your head again and a blurry silhouette came towards you, that was the last thing you remember before you slipped back into the darkness again.

••••

Once again you stirred awake, your body feeling heavy and weak, the pain still lingered in your head and your mouth was incredibly dry.

You looked around the room, your eye sight more adjusted then before and you saw you were in a fairly big room, the walls were a dark grey and there was a small window up very high on the wall, allowing sunlight to come into the room, it appeared you were in a basement somewhere. The bed you were on appeared very clean, like the sheets had been freshly made not long ago. A tall chest of drawers was to your right. There wasn’t much else in the room but two doors, one you assumed lead to a toilet and the other was your way out of here.

Trying to push the nauseous feeling away, you sat yourself up slowly. Your head still feeling very foggy.

You heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind the door in front of you, when the door opened you were greeted by Noah’s tall figure carrying a tray in his hand.

“Ahh welcome back angel, I was starting to think you’d never wake up”

You backed yourself up in the bed when he walked over and sat down next to you, you could see bottles of water and a sandwich on a plate on the tray.

“Ho..how long was I out?”

You coughed and tried to cleared your throat as your voice was raspy and your throat was dry.

Noah offered you a bottle of water which you just stared at.

“It’s not laced with anything, look, not even been opened”

You studied the cap and saw it appeared to be untouched but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t possible.

Noah smirked at you and opened the bottle to take a sip himself.

“Happy now? You must be thirsty. And you’ve been out for nearly 2 days now”

You took the water from his hands and started to drink, water had never tasted so good.

“Easy, you haven’t had anything in days, don’t want to bring it straight back up”

You stopped chugging the water and stared at him.

“Why do you care? You’re going to kill me right? What difference does it make?”

Noah let out a small chuckle and went to touch your leg which you swiftly moved away.

“I have no intention of killing you angel, why would I do that when you intrigue me far too much”

You looked away from his intense gaze, his words not bringing you any comfort.

“Why Noah?…the whole time it was you…just why?”

“I have many reasons why, but I’m sure you’ve figured some of them out by now detective. I’ve never met anyone who’s just as intelligent as I am, someone who is on my level. There was no way any of those idiots at the station would ever have got as far as they did in the case if it wasn’t for you”

You looked back at him, seeing him looking almost sincere.

“It was all a game to you wasn’t it?”

“No. I genuinely do like you angel, that was never a lie or a game…my messages to you may have been however”

You didn’t miss the sinister smirk as he recalled all the times he’s text you off an unknown number.

“A burner phone I assume? One that clearly couldn’t be traced”

“They had no chance to tracing it back to me, as I said, none of them would have got this far without you. You see what they don’t, you tried to get into the same mindset to figure out every clue, every killing and you were right every time. It’s truly very impressive”

You felt the need to laugh, “so what now? You just keep me locked here….where ever here is?”

Noah put the tray with the sandwich on your lap and gestured for you to take it, the growling in your stomach wouldn’t let you turn it down so you picked it up and started to slowly eat.

“You’re in a safe location, they won’t be able to find you if that’s what you’re thinking and you won’t be able to get out of here. The walls are soundproof and the only way out of through that door which is locked, even if it wasn’t, I would soon find you. I intend to keep you here until I see fit so don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you…not yet anyway”

Noah appeared to be very relaxed in front of you, it was almost like nothing was wrong and you were just two friends having a conversation like you always did, the feeling was very bitter sweet.

“Why did…”

Your words got lost in your throat as soon as you started talking.

“Why did I?”

You looked down at the half eaten sandwich in your hands as you felt a true wave of sadness wash over you.

“Why did you play with my feelings…and sleep with me? Why would you do that?”

You felt Noah’s fingers underneath your chin as he pushed your face up to look at him.

“I already told you, that wasn’t a game. I really do like you, I never lied about that”

You stared into his dark eyes and for a moment you let yourself go back, days before, when everything was normal.

“I just…can’t believe you…a psychopathic killer isn’t capable of such emotions”

Noah laughed quietly and you felt his breath on your lips as he moved in closer.

“Oh even you know that’s not completely true detective, we are capable of many emotions, even if it’s not how you perceive them to be”

“And what about how I perceive your actions detective”

You couldn’t resist using his nickname back at him, the sick irony of it all almost made you laugh.

“Come on now, you know for a fact that the victims weren’t innocent people, I’ve done the world a favour by ridding them of those hypocritical liars”

“No matter what they did in their past or present, you’re not god! You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies!”

Noah smiled and you felt his hand grip your chin harder as he leant forward to press his lips onto yours.

“Don’t I? I’ve already told you before angel, the worst thing in this world is religion. And I’m simply sending a message that god can be dethroned”

You tried to move away from him slightly, the kiss and his words sending chills down your spine.

“You’re insane” Noah smiled at your words.

“We’ll find out detective, my message to the world isn’t finished yet”

“What about ‘thou shalt not kill’ you don’t practice what you preach?”

He leant in towards you closer again, his hands now resting on the mattress either side of your body, almost like he was trapping you in.

“That commandment is always translated wrong, it should read ‘thou shalt not commit murder’” Noah then stood up tall, the smirk on his face still ever present. “Killing can be such a righteous act”

You pushed the sandwich away and sat up more in the bed, the dizziness still there in your temples.

“You think what you’ve done is righteous?”

He walked closer to the door, signalling he was making his leave soon.

“What I’ve done is proved that people are not what they seem, you and me are living proof of that”

“What do you mean?”

“We are the last two commandments angel, do you not see it?” Noah paced slowly as he talked. “‘Thou shalt not have no other god before me’ and ‘thou shalt not kill’ it’s very poetic I think”

You scrunched your face up at his words as you tried to understand what he meant.

“I don’t understand?”

“Oh you will angel, all in due time”

With that, Noah turned and walked out of door, the sound of it locking ringing in your ears and his words making your head hurt even more.