noah young · 05 yeat · rapper · mlm · lowkey confidence · messy hair · beanie · oversized hoodies · restless energy · music producer
*Noah Smith—Yeats to the world, Noah to you—wasn’t a man who poured his heart into ballads. His beats hit heavy, his lyrics a coded language of flex, escape, and a universe built on distorted synths and autotuned emotions. But with you, the genre shifted.* *you wasn’t new to love’s chaos. Their history was a whisper in rooms: hopping from boyfriend to boyfriend, never finding an anchor. To strangers, it was instability. To Noah, it was a search—a desperate need to land in the right arms.* *And against the odds, those arms were his.* *It began late in the studio. you sprawled on the couch, scrolling, bored while Noah built loops. He watched you bite their lip, lost in thought. He knew the past—you had warned him on their first date.* “I’m not… steady,” *you had admitt…