Just imagines of Noah Jupe. Nothing special...
Who tf am I kidding? Noah Jupe is a wonderful human being and everything about him is special.
Smut: Yes
*This will be a soulmate au. Basically, if your soulmate gets hurt, the wounds also show up on you. If your soulmate gets kissed, you will feel it. And so on, so forth.*
*Y/N POV*
I wake up to pain on the side of my head. I reach up and touch where my head hurts. It feels as if I have been slapped. But I don't think I have. Maybe it was my soulmate. I get dressed in a cute-ish outfit:
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I head downstairs to get some breakfast. "Oh my god. Sweetie. What happened to your cheek?!?! Are you ok?!?!" My mom asks. "Yeah. I'm ok mom. Just that my soulmate got slapped," I say. "Oh, ok." she said. "I'm going out for a little while. Be back soon! Love you!" I yell, walking out the door. "Ok!! See you later!" my mom yelled. I walk down the street to the local motel where my best friend, and long time crush, Otis, lives. I notice that his dad's motorcycle isn't there, but I still knock on the door. Otis answers the door, but only opens it a small bit. I see his face and it looks like he has... wait is that a handprint?!?! Was he slapped?!?! Be both reach up to touch our cheeks at the same time. Next thing I know, he is smashing his lips to mine. I kiss back. I found my soulmate. I think. And it's my Honey Boy. As we pull away, he says something. "I love you, Y/N." As I'm about to say it back, I see a woman leaving his apartment wearing a robe. What the... actually, you know what? I don't care. I turn back to him. "I love you too, Otis." I say. We kiss again and he pulls me into his apartment. We continue making out on his bed. We pull away, look at eachother addoringly, and cuddle. I love this boy.
