Had a few busy days, but a break was good. Maybe there are some errors; I'm too sluggish today, but wanted to post anyways

Anon, I changed your prompt a little. Read the end notes for more

Simbi, it seems, is Little Simz's nickname

Enjoy!

x: jealousy pt. ii

It's still fairly early in the night when Noodle leaves her room half-dressed to search for a quick snack in the kitchen. She doesn't have to worry about anyone catching her in only a strappy bra and tight skirt with her hair pinned up to keep the curls in place and face full of makeup. Both 2D and Murdoc left a while ago to different places with no hour set to return, and Russel is out with his girlfriend that came over to visit. Simbi is in town too and invited Noodle for a night out of dancing, just the two of them, and she's not going to let this opportunity pass.

She sets her phone on the table and looks through the cabinets to find nothing that is easy and quick to prepare. In the fridge, she finds Russel's yogurt and half of an apple, and there's an air-tight container on the counter with a little bit of homemade granola. Well, she'd rather have something else, but Noodle doesn't have the patience right now to make something as simple as a fried egg and clean up everything afterwards. Simbi is coming over in about thirty minutes and she still has to pick a top and a pair of shoes to wear.

Noodle tosses everything together in a bowl and sits on one of the chairs, phone in one hand and spoon in the other, only half paying attention to her meal as she scrolls through Instagram. A chime reaches her ear and a popup text occupies the top of her screen.

[I can be there in 15. that ok?]

Spoon in her mouth, Noodle props her elbows on the tabletop and taps the message, promptly beginning to type a reply. "Noodle?"

She nearly dies on the spot when 2D steps through the front door of their home and catches her sitting in the kitchen, scantily dressed and phone almost slipping out of her hands in a sure trajectory to the yogurt bowl below. Her skin heats up, at first from embarrassment, but when she notices that he has company with him, her flush turns into one of jealousy. Noodle quickly erases her answer and types another one.

[something came up, sorry]

[make that 40]

[oh girl, what happened this time?]

"Hey, Toochi!" His nickname leaves her lips with as much warmth and love as she can muster. "Had a good night out?"

"Oh, it was great, lil love." He takes off his jacket and hangs it near the door. "This is Sabrina, by tha way."

Sabrina has long brown hair and striking blue eyes, a woman tall enough for someone like him, with killer curves and tanned skin. She faintly reminds Noodle of the groupies that visited Kong from time to time, though she dresses more modestly than them. Still, she can see the stranger was blessed with big breasts, which makes her feel self-conscious in her current attire.

Still, she doesn't cross her arms or tries to cover herself. "Hi, Sabrina. I'm Noodle."

It doesn't surprise Noodle that her greeting didn't have undertones of animosity, but it surprises her that Sabrina smiles gently at her despite her state of undress. "Hello, Noodle. Believe me, I know who you are." She laughs, soft and light, and Noodle wonders where the glare she'd been expecting is.

2D sits across from her, Sabrina by his side, and the three of them talk like old friends while Noodle tries to get the singer to notice her in a different light. She recognizes she shouldn't be doing this, especially with his date sitting there with them, but her feelings are clouding her judgement and she's getting increasingly anxious with every minute that passes and her forty minutes draw closer to an end.

Noodle was never familiar with the ways of stealing someone's date and the idea of doing it makes her feel sick in the stomach, or perhaps that's just a result of 2D brushing his thumb across Sabrina's knuckles. Her throat is closing up as she purposefully runs her bare feet along his shin before she crosses her legs, her heart is beating wildly and breaking as her fingers flutter over her collarbones and his gaze remains focused on her face instead of dipping down to peek at her chest. She smirks, winks, sticks her tongue out and does some mild, harmless flirting that he doesn't reciprocate, meanwhile Sabrina is sitting there, smiling like an unsuspecting housewife.

Her time's up and she stands from her chair to place the bowl in the sink and head up the stairs, an extra swing to her hips, her legs barely keeping her upright during her trek. As the door closes behind her back, she takes a deep breath and ditches her skirt. Noodle dives into her closet searching for a deep red dress that he's complimented before, pairing it with killer heels in her last attempt to get him to notice her. She lets her hair down and runs her fingers through the curls to loosen them a bit, reapplies her matte lipstick and touches up the rest of her makeup.

With the metal chain of her purse on her shoulder, Noodle tugs at her dress at the top of the stairs and summons her inner underwear model before moving downstairs, stretching her legs and pointing her toes and hoping she looks sexy instead of the clumsy monkey she feels inside. Depending on where they're sitting in the living room, they can see her clearly and this little show she's putting on has to be what gets him to look at her. Once at the bottom, Noodle realizes they're sitting in the right spot, but 2D has eyes only for Sabrina, holding her hands in his as if they're fragile and the most precious things. She has one last trick up her sleeve, though, so she doesn't think she has lost yet.

2D's gaze travel all the way from her toes to the top of her head when she stops near them, but he smiles brightly and goofily as always, and she swallows to settle her nerves. "Sorry to interrupt, but I can't reach the zipper. Can you help me, Toochi?"

"O' course."

She turns her back to him, breath catching in her throat when he brushes some hair away from the nape of her neck and pulls the zipper upwards. Noodle faces him again, skirt twirling around her legs, and the singer carefully sweeps her bangs to the side, rearranges the locks of hair that frame her face. She wants to grab him by the collar, pour her love into a kiss and then whisper it to him, scream, sing until he knows how she feels. She licks her lips, dry because of the liquid lipstick, and sucks in a breath to speak.

"You look beautiful, Noodle."

She deflates – just like that. Noodle looks past him at Sabrina. Sabrina who hasn't been anything but polite, Sabrina who never looked down on her even as she was sitting on the other side of the table wearing only a strappy bra and a skirt, Sabrina who was patient and overlooked every single flirty gesture Noodle made towards the singer. Sabrina who seems to like 2D just as much as he likes her. Sabrina who is smiling at her now as she genuinely compliments her.

Noodle takes a step back and 2D reaches out when she loses her footing. He asks if she's okay, but a car horn outside saves her from answering, and Noodle flees the house like it's on fire, the dress much too tight around her chest, threatening to crush her ribs. Simbi gives her an odd look when she hops into the passenger seat and drives them to a nice little place where they can get some foods and drinks.

"Spill," she says once they're sitting in a booth with tall milkshake glasses, greasy burgers and fries in little baskets in the center of the table.

"I'm a monster!" Already in tears, Noodle dabs at her face with a cheap napkin and pours her heart out.

How could she have entertained the idea of stealing him from Sabrina even for a second? She knows how that can hurt someone – saw how it hurt 2D deeply when Paula cheated on him with Murdoc. She wasn't there to see how he acted in the first days, but was around him long enough to know that it took him time to feel confident again. Hadn't she and Russel condemned the bassist once for doing that? And suddenly she thought it was a great idea to do the same!

2D deserves to be happy. She will do everything and anything for him to be happy, and when he finally finds a girl that seems interested in him for who he is and not in his fame and money, she wants to drive her away. Were Sabrina acting like a bitch from the moment she set her foot in their home, she wouldn't have wasted time to kick her out. Noodle doesn't know if she stooped in the same level Murdoc used to be back in the beginning or if she managed to go down lower, but she knows she shouldn't have tried to wreck their happiness because she wants him to herself.

She should've made her move already, had plenty of opportunities before, but got too comfortable with the idea that he wouldn't try to find a significant other. Really, if he isn't with her now, it's her own fault.

She feels awful, but the food helps a little. "There's nothing wrong with being jealous." Simbi reassures, patting her hand. "What you tried to do wasn't right, but you stopped before all of it was ruined. You aren't a monster, Noodle, calm down. You made a mistake, it happens."

Noodle finds a little comfort in that, but also finds that she has no mood to go dancing anymore. She apologizes to Simbi as profusely as she can from around the straw of her second milkshake, eyelashes wet and eyeshadow smudged, but at least her mascara is waterproof. The sugar on her tongue is like a tranquilizer and helps ease some of the guilt swelling inside her as she sips on it practically lying on the table, hugging the glass to herself.

There's a another vehicle parked in the street in front of their driveway and as Noodle gets out of the car, the door opens to reveal Sabrina. Simbi gives her a supportive look, Noodle silently thanks her with a smile and a nod before waving her goodbye, watching the car until it disappears from view. The two women are left staring at each other, one in the sidewalk, and the other on the porch, 2D nowhere in sight.

They meet halfway.

"Hey." Noodle starts softly. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier."

Sabrina shakes her head. "It's okay. You didn't do any harm." She makes a vague gesture to the driver without looking away from Noodle. "You know... He talks about you a lot."

She starts. "He... He does?"

"Mhmm. Earlier, he didn't mention anyone to be honest. We were getting to know each other, but now all he said was 'we can watch this movie, Noodle loves it' or 'Noodle likes that song too'." Sabrina smiles down at her, no anger or resentment in her eyes. "Stuart is a great guy and I'd love to keep seeing him, but he's already invested in someone else even if he doesn't realize it."

"I –I'm sorry. I know what I was trying to do, but I never wanted – I don't –"

"Don't worry, it's not your fault." Sabrina smiles and squeezes her shoulder. "I had to let him down, but I believe it was for the best. I can't steal him from you."

Noodle watches, dazed, as Sabrina walks towards the car, stands there alone after the sound of the engines have faded, walks to the front door on autopilot, drops the purse heavily on the floor, the chains rattling and disturbing the silence. She doesn't hear the noise, her raging thoughts creating a buzz in her ears, but there has always been a voice she could hear loud and clear despite the war in her head.

"Noodle?"

Wide eyed, she looks up at him, there by the couch, lighter and cigarette in hand. Tears prickle at her eyes, she presses the heel of her palm into one of them. "W-What are you doing here?"

2D shifts in place, acting like a shy child talking to a stranger. "I was waitin' fo' yeh to get 'ome, love."

Fuck, why is everyone so damn nice? Sabrina letting her have him even if she's interested. 2D willing to stay up and wait for her even as his date just said they aren't going out again. She doesn't deserve all of this, not after she tried to break them apart.

Noodle darts in his direction, once again tripping on her own feet and bringing him down with her. His arms wrap around her shaking body, gentle, warm, protective as he's always been. "Why are yeh cryin'?"

She doesn't know what to say, how to explain her tears, how to tell him what she tried to do. "I'm sorry." She says into his shirt, dampening the fabric with tears and smudging it with some of her makeup. "I'm so sorry."

"Oh, love." He kisses the top of her head, runs his fingers through her wavy hair, and holds her close as she weeps. "Yeh did nuffink wrong."

anon: 2D takes a lady home with him and Noodle does everything she can to get in between them because she may or may not want him to herself

So, I hope you can understand through the fanfic why I changed it a bit. However, I'll keep your original prompt in mind, because I definitely think she wouldn't hesitate to strangle someone if they hit on him when they're in a relationship