Noah Sebastian//one shots

Comfort

The soft glow of the monitor illuminated Noah's room, casting playful shadows across the scattered posters of his favorite bands and the disarray of empty energy drink cans that marked his relentless gaming sessions. You had always admired how effortlessly he inhabited this world, immersed in his video games, his fingers dancing over the keys with an intensity that matched the power of his voice on stage. But tonight, something felt off. You stood there in the doorway, your breath hitching in your throat as you felt tears spill down your cheeks. The remnants of a bad dream clung to you, swirling like dark clouds in your mind. The kind of dream that felt so real, it left you gasping for breath, desperate for solace. You didn't want to burden Noah, but in that moment, you needed his comfort.

Noah turned, his focus diverting from the flashing screen to the scene unfolding in front of him. His brow furrowed in concern as he took in my tear-streaked face. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soothing and steady, like a balm easing the rawness inside you. "I had a bad dream,"  you admitted, swiping at your tears with the back of your hand. "I... I just wanted to sleep in here with you for a bit."

He didn't hesitate. His face softened further, and he pushed back from his desk, pulling the comforter down on his bed to let you crawl in. "Of course. Come here." You smiled weakly, grateful for his immediate understanding, and crawled into his bed behind him, the familiar scent of his laundry detergent mixed with a hint of his cologne enveloping you like a comforting embrace. As you settled in, he place the comforter over you, covering you up.

The steady clatter of keys filled the room again as Noah returned to his game, his concentration palpable. You nestled into the plush blankets, staring at Noah's back, where his T-shirt hugged his frame. The familiarity of this setup—your routine—made your heart ache just a little less. You watched as his fingers flew over the keyboard, seamlessly navigating this digital world, while you breathed in the scent of the night, feeling your eyelids grow heavy.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, not looking back but knowing you could hear the genuine curiosity behind his question. You hesitated, the nightmares still fresh in your mind. "It was... something about losing everything." You sighed, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you. 'Everything' being Noah, but for some reason you felt too shy to admit it. "I guess I just didn't want to be alone." Noah turned slightly in his seat, finally facing you, his expression softening further.

"You're not alone," he reassured you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "You'll never be alone, not with me around." His words melted away the remnants of fear, and you nodded, closing your eyes. The rhythmic sound of his gaming, coupled with the presence of him in front of you, worked their magic. You felt your heart rate slow, your breaths evening out, the bond between you knitting together the shadows lurking in your mind. As you drifted off, you realized how lucky you were to have him not just as a best friend but as a safe haven.

Noah was your anchor in life's turbulent sea, and no matter how dark the dreams got, you could always find your way back to him, to the calm that followed the storm. Hours melted away as night deepened, and eventually, the sounds of gunfire and adventure quieted. The gentle creak of the chair as he finally pushed back from the desk was the only sound in the now quiet room. He padded softly to the bed, where warmth awaited him in the sheets. With a soft smile, you were turned away from him, falling deeper into the cozy embrace of your blanket.

Hours later, you stirred, awakened not by the gaming sounds but by the steady pressure of Noah's warm body against yours. It was 3 AM, and you blinked against the fog of sleep. The world outside was still and quiet, but inside the room, the air felt heavy and electric. As you shifted slightly, your skin prickled; the heat rising from his chest was almost overwhelming. You felt a blush creeping into your cheeks, and there was something primal in the way your body responded. You fidgeted a little, half-trying to find comfort in the heat of his body and half-trying to quell the growing warmth inside you. In his sleep, Noah sensed your restlessness.