CURRENTLY FEATURES IMAGINES ABOUT:
Noah Beck
Bryce Hall
...more to come!
I don't know about you, but the time I usually read imagines is late late at night when I can't sleep. The ones I've been finding on Wattpad recently haven't really been doing...
A/N: Lol I'm probably too old to be crushing on a TikToker, but it's 3:01 am and here we are. Obviously these are fictional stories based on what a specific person looks and seems like from their presence online, all in good fun, not to be taken too seriously. Just wanted to put that out there at the beginning of this book since fanfic and imagines can have kind of a bad rep for being weird or exploitative of celebs/influencers, but really it's not that deep it's just like hey, you're attractive and seem kind of nice or fun to be around and my writer senses are tingling over it, ya know?
No disrespect to anyone's real life personality or relationships. My stories based around real people like influencers or celebs are just inspired by what they choose to share of themselves publicly combined with my imagination, plus some crossovers with my favorite shows, characters, plot lines, etc. (you'll see). Anyway. Noah Beck is it for me right now so if you also think he's cute or even if you have no idea who he is and are just going to pretend this lil blurb is talking about your crush instead, here ya go!! Goodnight y'all. Get some sleep!
XOXO, G
Summary: You're at a bar to see your guy friend's concert when you have an awkward run-in with Noah, the boy you're currently talking to. Your 'friends with benefits' history with the other guy complicates things, so you'll have to lay down some ground rules if you don't want to hurt Noah.
NICE GUYS DON'T FINISH LAST (A Noah Beck Imagine)
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Part One: Friends or Benefits?
"I didn't order this," I tell the bartender in confusion as he sets another full glass down in front of me. It's clearly some kind of whiskey, and it looks and smells expensive.
"It's from the table back there," he says, pointing to a table against the wall, across the room from where I'm sat at the bar. My heart sinks and flutters a little at the same time when I see who's at the table. I mask whatever it is I'm feeling and smile at my guy friends from across the room, holding my drink up in one hand and waving with the other, trying not to catch his eye.
I turn back to the bar and take a sip before setting my drink down, my face falling as I start to panic a little. I really was not expecting to see all of them here tonight. I grab the bar and hop down from my stool, bracing myself to face my guy friends and somehow explain exactly why it is I ditched hanging with them tonight just to come to the exact same place alone. Well, not exactly alone.
"Y/L/N!" I hear a familiar voice call out as I approach, causing me to break out into a genuine smile.
"Tayler! Is this from you?" I ask, pointing at my glass.
"Nah, you've got Bryce to thank for that one," he responds, smiling.
"Of course. Who else?" I joke.
He scoots over a little and gestures for me to sit, but I shake my head slightly and remain standing, nervous. I take another big gulp of my drink, the whiskey burning it's way down my throat before I make my rounds to greet the other guys.
