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runningincircl3s · 15 days ago

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Who Are You?

Kickboxer!Noah x Reader

Chapter Nine

chapter warnings: ...a few nsfw mentions throughout, i hope this chapter lives up to the expectations and isn't too disappointing lmao i wrote it in SO many different ways and i just can't seem to be happy with it :/

masterlist ♡ i'm kinda nervous to post this... also i'm sorry it's late i was getting distracted by noahs streams

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Three months. Countless dates, sleepovers, lazy mornings spent in your apartment. Thousands of kisses, many nights spent tangled under your sheets, and even a weekend away so the two of you could distance yourself from the rest of the world and be completely interrupted. You and Noah have barely left each other's side ever since the night of the party. You kept a framed picture of you and him from your cousin’s party by your bed, so even when he couldn’t be there with you, you still had a reminder of him.

Even after these months of being together he still brightened up your life in a way you never imagined was possible. And when you told him you loved him, that was only half true, because it was so much more than that. You just didn’t know how words could ever explain the way you really felt.

Noah was also just as in love. He was just slightly afraid of it sometimes when he got into his head. You made it so easy to forget about everything, about the band and all the stress in his life, so then when he would remember it’d come crashing down on him twice as hard- the guilt, the dread, the fear. He had been trying to find the right moment to tell you the truth, that he was the lead singer in a rather big band- a band which you believed he was just a fan of- but every time the moment came… it passed without him saying a word.

So for now, he was just trying to live in the moment. Because when you do find out, it could go one of two ways- you accept it, or you don’t. And it would be inevitable, you were going to Rockfest, you'd be seeing him up there on the stage, so he was just enjoying the time he had whilst he could, he was letting himself be just Noah a little while longer.

And that’s exactly why he agreed to coming to class again this week, knowing it might just be the last.

He was leaving tomorrow to meet up with the band before they leave for the weekend, and he was just hoping to find the chance today to tell you everything. You deserved to hear it from him, and not to witness it with thousands of other people around screaming for him.

“I think I can kick your ass now,” you grinned, stretching one leg out in a playful front kick toward his hip, just tapping him with your foot. “You’ve trained me too well.”

Noah caught your ankle mid air and smirked.

“Oh yeah? You think you’re ready to take the master?”

“Master?” You scoffed, pulling your leg back with a laugh. “Please. You’re a softie! You’d let me kick your ass without even having to try just so you could see me smile.” You teased, knowing that would totally be the truth.

Noah chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up the practice pads from by the bench, and turned back around to face you.

“Show me what you got then, and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Determined, you grinned and nodded your head, slipping your gloves onto your hands, giving him one last quick kiss before getting into your stance.

Noah’s eyes stayed on you for a moment after the kiss... The grin on your face, the fire in your eyes, the bounce in your stance… it made something in his chest ache. God, he was going to miss this. Miss you. But he didn’t let it show. Instead, he raised the pads and gave you that little smirk that always made your knees a bit weak.

“Alright,” he nodded. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned.”

You started with a few jabs, just to warm up and find your rhythm. And as you did, the rest of the room began to fade away, all you could hear was the sound of your gloves hitting the pads and Noah calling out to you.

“Faster,” Noah grinned. “C’mon, I know you can hit harder than that... Give it to me, gimme all you got.”

You bit your lip and gave it your all. Left hook. Right cross. Front kick. Combos… He caught each one with the pads, nodding with satisfaction.

“Good,” he said, and you caught the look of pride in his eyes before he said, “Try a roundhouse.”

“What?” You scoffed, your eyes widening.

“C’mon, we’ve been practicing.” Noah grinned, “Just give it a try.”

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you nodded.

“You sure you're ready for it?” You smirked.

But he didn’t even answer, he just held the pad to where he thought was the right height and braced himself. He had faith in you but part of him was also preparing himself to have to catch you...

You got into the stance, making sure your footwork was correct, looking up to Noah as if to ask “is this right?” to which he nodded.

Then, you did it. Your shin hit the pad with the most perfect form, making a loud satisfying snap through the gym, drawing attention from Tasha and a few others nearby.

All Noah could do after that was blink... Then he laughed, surprised and a little breathless.

“Oh fuck, that was beautiful,” he said. “That would've knocked me on my ass.”

“I told you I could kick your ass.” You were grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

He stared at you for a moment, taking in how happy that had made you… then he said in a much softer voice,

“That actually made me kind of emotional...”

“Shut up.” You laughed.

“I’m serious,” Noah said, setting the pads down and pulling you in by the waistband of your shorts. “You’ve come so far, and it makes me so fucking proud knowing I got to be the one to teach you… This is a big moment for me too!”

You smiled at him, your heart aching a little with how tender his expression was. Like he really meant those words.

“You’re such a sap.” You chuckled, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Can you blame me?” He smirked, nudging your nose with his. “Now… Do you wanna spar?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” You grinned, your eyes sparkling as you pulled back.

You pulled your gloves on tighter, tightening the velcro with a nice satisfying rip before bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your ponytail (which Noah had kindly tied for you) bobbed with each bounce, and your eyes narrowing as you focused on him. Across from you, Noah rolled his neck, then his shoulders and raised his hands, getting into stance with a smirk already tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, his voice low and teasing.

“I was born ready, pretty boy,” you grinned. “Please don’t go easy on me this time.”

“Oh, I won’t.” He promised, though he already knew he absolutely would.

You moved first, throwing a fast jab just to test him. He blocked it easily, barely even moving. Then you came in with a quick combo, trying to get under his guard, but he was already blocking it, light on his feet like the little shit he was.

“C’mon, is that all you got?” He taunted, “You were almost knocking me sideways five minutes ago, where’s all that fire now?”

“You want fire?” You narrowed your eyes.

He just smirked.

“I mean, yeah… a spark would be nice.”

You hit him with a right hook towards his side, but he dodged it like it was nothing. Everytime you threw a punch or kick, he found some way to block it, and as much as you loved this man he was really starting to piss you off.

“Oh my god.” You muttered, a little breathless now as he dodged another punch.

“Gotta be quicker than that, babe,” he grinned, then had the audacity to boop you in the middle of your stomach with a gloved hand, with a playful, “Boop.”

“Noah. Are you kidding me?” You dropped your arms to your sides, looking up at him with a seriously? look.

But you jabbed at him again, this time faster, trying to do all you could to wipe that smug grin off his face, but he blocked it easily… then reached his foot around and he didn’t really kick, he just gave your ass a little nudge.

“NOAH!” You yelped, stumbling a little as he tried to bite back his laughter.

“Gotta protect all your angles,” he said seriously, but the shit eating grin on his face ruined it. “You didn’t want me to go easy!”

You lunged again without warning, trying to catch him off guard, but the little (very tall) bastard was still too fast. He sidestepped, and you ended up spinning a bit off balance.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You muttered, resetting your stance.

And all he did was laugh.

You huffed and aimed low, pretending you were going for his leg, but then shot a punch up toward his shoulder. This one actually landed harder than intended, and he flinched with a soft grunt.

“There we go!” he laughed. “That’s my girl.”

“Noah.” You glared at him. “Stop laughing!”

“But you’re so cute when you’re mad at me.” He teased, and then he actually went in this time.

He was fast and light on his feet, each jab had just enough pressure to keep you on defense, but he was still clearly holding back and toying with you.

You were sweating. And fuming.

And then he fucking poked your forehead with his glove, grinning with another “boop!”

“ENOUGH!” You snapped, and with zero warning, you swept at his leg, a little taken back by your own strength, and took him down.

“SHIT!”

Noah stumbled, laughing in surprise, but he was faster than you thought. Before he fell down, he hooked an arm around your waist, and pulled you down with him.

You landed with an oof, your body sprawled half on top of him, your chest pressed to his as you both started to laugh breathlessly…

“You’re a menace.” You said, still trying to catch your breath.

“Oh yeah? Or did you just want an excuse to be on top of me?” Noah whispered.

You pushed up slightly, glaring at him, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“You dragged me down with you, asshole.”

“No I didn’t,” he grinned, brushing his gloved hand over your side and gave you a mockingly affectionate pat.

Then, as you sat up, still straddling him, he reached out and bopped you in the stomach again, followed by another “boop!”

“NOAH!” You yelped, trying to get off him, but he held you in place, wrapping his arms around you to trap you.

“Oh no, baby, you started this,” he smirked, rolling you onto your back playfully. “Now you suffer the consequences.”

You wriggled, trying to push him off, but he just laid half across you like a weighted blanket, smirking down at you as he pulled his gloves off.

“Get your sweaty ass off me!”

“Make me,” he challenged, lowering his face until your noses were almost touching. “Unless... I dunno... you wanna make out on the gym floor.”

“Ew, you’re disgusting.” You said, trying to bite back a smile.

"Hey, I saw that little smile, you’re into it.”

You glared at him playfully, your eyes narrowing…

Then you smirked, raising your hand and hitting him lightly on his right cheek.

"Boop!" You grinned.

You did it again. And again. Not hard, but playful little slaps on both sides of his face.

“Let me go!” You giggled as you bopped him.

Noah didn't even flinch, he was laughing harder each time you tapped him.

“No!”

You reached for another slap, but this time, he caught your wrist. Then the other.

“Noah!”

“Alright, that’s it.” He pinned your hands above your head in one smooth, effortless move, still straddling your hips. “You brought this on yourself.”

“Noah, don’t you dare-”

He leaned down and began assaulting you with kisses.

First your cheek. Then your other cheek. Your nose. Your jaw. All over your face with rapid fire pecks while you shrieked and squirmed beneath him, unable to wipe the grin off your face.

“Stopppp!” You laughed. “You’re so annoying!”

“Oh yeah? You love it.” He kissed your forehead.

“I do not-” kiss on your temple, “-you’re disgusting-” kiss on your nose, “-Noah!!”

He paused above you, eyes sparkling.

“Wanna kiss me for real?”

Your heart skipped, but before you could answer…

“AHEM.”

You both froze.

Tasha stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“Guys, seriously? The locker room is literally right there.”

…

Class had not long wrapped up, a few people stayed behind to fill up their bottles, or to finish their conversations, but you and Noah were sat down, putting your shoes back on getting ready to leave, when you spotted Tasha struggling to put away the mats by herself.

“C’mon,” Noah mumbled beside you, dragging himself off the floor with a groan and offering you a hand. “We should help.”

You let him pull you up, and the two of you padded around helping tidy the mats and reset the space, collecting stray gloves, practice pads, discarded towels, and bumping into each other every time you passed with a little smirk.

“You’re walking like you broke your hips.” You teased as Noah straightened up with a grunt.

“I might’ve, honestly. I haven’t been tackled that hard since… I dunno when.”

“Told you I’d kick your ass.” You smirked before walking off, passing Tasha the last pair of gloves.

Before you could turn back and join your boyfriend again, you heard a voice coming from the back corner of the room.

“Can’t wait to see you this weekend, man! You guys are gonna kill it.”

It was Dave, an older guy, tough as hell, never missed a class. He gave Noah a pat on the back as he passed, then disappeared toward the changing rooms.

Your brows furrowed, but you brushed it off, wandering back over to him.

“Ready?” Noah asked, handing you your water bottle as he slung your gym bag over his shoulder along with his.

“Yep.” You nodded, and you felt Noah lace his fingers through yours as you walked towards the door, shouting a quick goodbye to Tasha before heading out the doors.

The quick exchange between Noah and Dave hit him like a slap, though you couldn’t tell. Because when Noah was with you, he genuinely forgot about that part of his life. About the whole other half of himself that he hadn’t figured out how to explain to you yet. He forgot today was supposed to be the day he tells you, as it’d be the last time he sees you before the show.

And he couldn’t do it... It slipped from his mind completely.

And now you were both walking back to your apartment to shower together, he promised to cook for you tonight, so he'd do that and then you’d probably fall asleep in each other's arms.

And he couldn’t tell you now. Not yet. As selfish as it made him feel, he needed this. Just once more, just to prove to himself it was possible to be loved... because you loved him, and he had a feeling that would change in a few days.

So instead, he smiled again and pressed a kiss to your cheek as you stepped into your apartment building, trying not to let the guilt consume him…

Once the door to your apartment clicked shut behind you, you dropped your bag by the shoe rack, shrugged your hoodie off with a relieved sigh, and turned back to Noah, who was watching you with a lazy smirk, his shoes already kicked off, setting his phone down on the kitchen counter.

“So… shower?” You asked, glancing toward the bathroom.

“Unless you want sweaty hugs all night.” He teased as he followed you down the hall.

The second the bathroom door shut behind you, the air between you seemed to feel a little different, you both still got a little shy being naked around each other, even after all the times you’ve seen each other bare, it still felt like something sacred.

You both undressed, stealing little glances every now and then. He stepped out of his shorts, you pulled off your tshirt. He unclasped your bra for you before letting you tug his shirt off.

Then you turned on the water and tested the temperature, letting it warm up as Noah stood behind you, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder, his hands coming to rest on your waist. His hands lingered as you stepped into the shower first, sighing when you felt the water hit your skin. He followed after, ducking slightly to fit under the stream.

You moved behind him, fingers reaching for the bottle of shampoo.

“Tilt your head, babe.” You whispered, and he obeyed, eyes carefully shutting as you lathered the shampoo in your hands before working it into his hair.

“I love when you take care of me.” He sighed, relaxing into your touch, his voice a little husky.

“Good,” you smiled, rising on your tiptoes to reach the crown of his head. “Maybe then you’ll stop booping me during class.”

When he leaned forward to rinse, his arms braced on the tile, your eyes drifted down, spotting a rather big bruise blooming near his left hip. Probably from when you’d taken him down. You felt a sense of pride for a second… but then something softer hit you, and you felt a little bad.

You reached a hand out, fingers brushing just above the mark, and Noah tensed.

“Did I do this?” You asked quietly.

“What?” He glanced down at it, then gave you a smile. “It’s not that bad. You’ve left worse on me.”

Still, you leaned in, pressing the gentlest kiss to the center of the bruise.

Noah’s entire body jolted. His hands pressed harder on the tile, his eyes screwing shut.

“Fuck.” He whispered beneath his breath, not at you, but at himself. Don’t get hard. Don’t be a perv. She’s just being sweet. But your mouth lingered for a second too long, and now he was cursed with the image of you kissing down his stomach like that, going lower and lower…

You stood again, completely unaware of what you had just done to him, and gave him another order.

“Turn around.” You said, your voice still a little playful.

And he did, he turned around slowly, watching you take the body wash into your hands, once again rubbing it into a lather before letting your hands spread it across his tattooed chest, his shoulders, his arms…

You washed him like he was something precious- and he was... He was yours. Your hands were gentle and caring, but as you got to his armpits you couldn’t resist a quick tickle, just to watch him giggle as he tried to squirm away.

And when he returned the favour, he was just as gentle. Gently working his fingers into your scalp with shampoo before reaching for the conditioner. Then, once he'd poured some body wash onto his hands, he reached for your body with no assumptions, nothing sexual what so ever. But there was a soft ache in his heart as his palms skimmed over arms, your chest, your breasts, thumbs barely brushing your nipples as he washed you with care, like he thought this might be the last time. The last moment he could ever touch you like this.

“You okay?” You asked, watching him closely, noticing the moment he started to get in his head.

He nodded, with a smile that was barely there.

“Yeah. Just… I can’t believe you love me.”

You blinked, a little confused. But before you could say anything, he just leaned in and kissed you under the water, slow open mouthed kisses that made the water feel colder in comparison to his heat. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into his mouth.

Noah knew he’d remember tonight forever, though he was sure it’d be one you’d try to wipe from your memory. Soapy arms. Dripping hair. Kisses that left you breathless...

Noah held you close under the stream after he pulled away, his eyes fluttering shut again, not in panic this time, but peace.

When your fingertips began to prune you knew it was time to get out of the shower. Noah handed you a towel before grabbing one for himself. He ruffled his hair with it quickly before he wrapped it low around his hips… and you caught yourself staring.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow, a smug smile on his face.

“Nothing.” You bit your lip, wrapping your towel around your chest and wandering out to your bedroom.

Noah followed you in, flipping off the bathroom light. Once he joined you in your room, he still couldn’t help himself again. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing kisses to your jaw, your neck, your shoulder…

You leaned back into him instinctively, letting out a soft sigh. He nosed at your neck, lips grazing just below your ear.

“You smell good.” He said between kisses.

“Well we did just shower.” You giggled, eyes shutting for a second before you turned arounf to face him. You leaned in and kissed him softly, your fingers rising to cup his jaw. Then the kiss deepened, and his arms tightened around your waist.

One step backwards and the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You giggled against his mouth as you both toppled down, towels loosening upon impact.

“Oops.” You chuckled, smiling up at him.

“Oops,” he echoed, kissing your cheek, your jaw, down to your collarbone. “Your towel’s in the way.”

“Then do something about it.” You grinned.

Noah didn’t need to be told twice.

He pushed himself up just enough to tug at the towel, watching it fall open, revealing your bare chest to him. One hand slid gently up your ribs, cupping one breast so carefully it made your stomach flip.

“So pretty." He whispered, thumb brushing over your nipple, making it pebble beneath his touch. He leaned down to kiss your chest, switching from one side to the other, letting his fingers wander down to squeeze your hip… then around to your ass.

You gasped as he gave it a firmer squeeze, his thigh sliding between yours. His other hand came up to toy with your breast again, drawing out a soft moan from your lips.

“Noah…” You giggled breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Hm?” He asked innocently, lips still trailing along your jaw.

“You said you were gonna cook for me tonight...”

He groaned, resting his forehead to yours with a lazy smile.

“I am… I’m just tenderising the meat.”

“You’re such a freak!” You burst into laughter, smacking his arm lightly.

He grinned and gave your ass another squeeze.

“I know.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, your fingers sliding into his damp hair. You stayed like this for a moment, until you finally pulled away, grabbing your towel again and pulling it back over yourself.

“C’mon,” you said, pushing him off of you so you could sit up, “We need to get dressed.”

Noah flopped onto his back dramatically, you didn't know how the hell his towel was still on.

“Fine… But will I be getting dessert later?”

“Maybe,” you teased as you stood up. “But you'll have to earn it.”

Noah sighed, standing up and quickly drying off before pulling on a pair of black joggers. You were still sat on the edge of your bed, clutching your towel to your chest as your eyes lingered on his v-line...

“I better get started then.” He said with a smile, kissing your forehead before heading out to your kitchen.

The sound of kitchen drawers opening and shutting echoed through the walls while you got dressed. You pulled on an oversized t-shirt (his, of course) and a clean pair of underwear before heading out.

You found Noah standing shirtless at the stove, looking very domestic, very... boyfriend.

He was tossing something around in a frying pan with one hand while scrolling through a recipe on his phone with the other, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Crossing the room quietly, you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades. He tensed the slightest in surprise, then relaxed against your touch.

“Smells good already.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his bicep.

“Thanks, baby. I hope it tastes good too.”

“Need help with anything?”

“Nope.” He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, the softest smile on his face. “Just sit down and look pretty.”

“Oh, I can do that.” You grinned.

Instead of sitting on the couch like he expected, you hopped up onto the counter just beside the stove, legs swinging as you watched him work in your kitchen like he belonged here.

He kept flashing you little smiles, stealing kisses as he moved around the kitchen. One every time he passed you- on your temple, your cheek, your lips. The last one lingered a little longer, his mouth brushing yours until you sighed into him.

“Focus,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his, “Don’t burn my kitchen down.”

“Not my fault,” he whispered back. “You’re distracting me.”

But something shifted in him after that...

You noticed he got quieter, and he was being less playful. He checked the pan, stirred a little too aggressively, and didn’t look at you again right away when he walked past.

You tilted your head.

“Noah?” You asked gently. “Are you okay?”

He paused, and took a breath.

Then slowly turned to face you, one hand gripping the edge of the countertop.

“There’s... something I kinda need to tell you,” he said seriously. “You might get mad. And if you do… I understand. But I just- I need to tell you now before it’s too late.”

Your stomach dropped. You tried to look into his eyes, tried to work out what was happening.

“What is it?”

He opened his mouth.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The smoke alarm blared out.

Noah flinched and spun around with a startled “shit!!” and you nearly fell off the counter laughing.

“Oh my god- Noah!” You wheezed between breaths.

“I fucking- oh shit!” He grabbed a dish towel and started waving it frantically beneath the alarm, whilst you watched the smoke rising from the pan. “I only turned away for a second!”

…

It was late now, and you were already curled up in bed under the sheets, eyes heavy, already half asleep. But when Noah stepped into the room, you turned your head.

He looked tired. Not just from the day, or from the gym, but something else... His shoulders were a little slouched, his eyes weren’t as bright as they usually were, it was like whatever weight he’d been carrying all day had finally worn him down.

Still, he smiled when he saw you.

“You coming to bed?” You asked, your voice slurring sleepily.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Just a minute.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and you heard him brushing his teeth, the water running, then shutting off. When he came back, he was barefoot, dressed down in just his boxers. He checked his phone, then locked it and set it aside on the nightstand.

You were already half asleep again when the mattress dipped under his weight. He slipped beneath the covers and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you belonged there.

You let out a content sigh, nuzzling into him.

“Mmm,” you mumbled. “Didn’t want to fall sleep without you.”

“I’m here now, angel.” He whispered into your hair.

But he couldn’t stop cursing himself in his head.

He had all day to tell you the truth, to tell you he wasn’t exactly who he said he was. He should’ve told you when you first asked, the first ever class, before you got to know each other, before things got more complicated.

For the last few months he’d laid awake thinking about you, knowing that every second he let pass without telling you the truth would only make the damage worse. But every time he had the chance, he couldn’t do it. And now, with your body pressed warm against his, with your hand resting so gently on his arm, he wasn’t sure he could do it now either.

His fingers rested lightly on your waist, brushing little patterns against your skin. Like he was memorising it... Like he needed to...

Because this might be the last time he ever got to hold you in bed.

You shifted slightly in your sleep, moving even closer to him, letting out a quiet sigh. He felt you melt into him completely, your breathing deep and slow now.

You trusted him, you felt safe with him. Even in your sleep you didn't want to leave his side.

And that broke him…

Noah closed his eyes and pressed his lips to your shoulder. He stayed like that for a long moment, listening to the steady sound of your breathing.

Then, quietly, he whispered.

"I'm so sorry." His voice was barely more than breath, he could barely even hear himself, “I love you. So much.”

…

The first couple days of Rockfest were amazing. You and your friends saw so many of the bands you loved, and found some new ones you’ve never heard of before, but they would definitely be added to your playlists.

You just wished Noah was here with you… you sent him videos and pictures throughout the day, and you’d tell him about how fun it was so far, completely unaware that he was here too. Completely unaware that he was watching the same bands as you from the side of the stage, hidden to the crowd. Completely unaware that he could see you, behind his hat and sunglasses and hood, smiling when he spotted you and your friends in the crowd.

But now, it was the third day.

The last day.

The day Bad Omens would be playing, and Noah felt sick. He hadn’t slept for the last three nights, and he was so close to just getting Jolly to go on stage and apologise, to say he was sick and wasn’t able to play.

But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t disappoint all those people who had come for the band, just because he got caught up in a lie (though he never really lied, he just didn’t tell the full truth.)

Noah was still lying in bed, the sheets kicked off hours ago, when his phone buzzed. He reached over, taking it from the nightstand and reading his notifications, but only one really stood out to him.

You: good morning!! It’s bad omens day :) i’ll make sure to send you a couple videos hehe

You: also i can’t wait to see you when i get home tomorrow, and i can’t wait to kiss you… and i can’t wait to hug you <3

Noah dragged a hand down his face with a grunt, and at that moment, Ruffilo came out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

“What’s that face for?” He asked with a chuckle, drying his hair with a towel.

“She told me she can’t wait to see me tomorrow,” Noah sighed, “Dude, I can’t fucking do this.”

“Text her. Explain it to her-”

“No, she deserves better than a fucking text!” Noah snapped, throwing his phone down on to the bed. He sat up, scrubbing his hands through his hair, tugging a little too hard at the roots as if that could pull the thoughts out of his head.

“Okay, okay.” Ruffilo nodded, “But man, you’re spiraling. Take a breath.”

“I can’t,” Noah muttered, “How the hell am I ever going to explain this? She thinks I’m at home, she-”

“I know,” Ruff said carefully, crossing the room to sit at the edge of the bed. “But she also doesn’t know how much this is killing you. You’re making yourself sick.”

Noah didn’t reply. He just stared blankly at the phone beside him, jaw clenched tight, chest rising and falling like the air in the room was too thin. Ruffilo watched him for a moment.

“She loves you, you know. Like, she really loves you.”

“I know,” Noah whispered. His voice cracked. “That’s the worst part.”

Ruffilo shook his head.

“No, because if she really does love you, this won’t change anything. She might feel a little hurt at first, but can you blame her? You just need to show her how you really-”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“NOAH!!!”

Ruff jumped up so fast he dropped the towel in his hand.

“What the fuck?”

“Open the door! Now!” Matt’s voice rang out, probably echoing down the halls.

Noah launched off the bed and crossed the room. He flung the door open, and Matt barrelled in without waiting.

“She’s here,” he panted. “She’s here, man. I just saw her down in the lobby. She’s staying in this fucking hotel.”

…

You were slumped on a couch in the hotel lobby, legs stretched out, sipping from a can of coke. Kylie sat beside you, scrolling on her phone, with her backpack sat by her feet.

"How long does it take to grab a key?" You groaned, leaning your head back dramatically.

“Honey, this is James. He takes an hour to pick a fucking pair of socks.” Kylie said, making you snort.

“But he needs to hurry up- I need to get changed! I’ll storm the front desk if I have to.” You frowned, looking down at the shirt some idiot decided to spill a whole cup of beer all over, leaving you smelling like a brewery at 11am.

Kylie chuckled, then perked up, nudging you with her elbow.

“Okay, don’t look yet. But look. Cutie alert. Just walked through the door. Black shirt. Tattoos. Long hair.”

You turned your head lazily, following her gaze, and for a second you didn’t get it... It was just a guy dressed in black, clearly in a rush, glancing around like he was looking for someone. But then he turned around…

Oh. You knew that face.

Not well, but well enough.

“Wait…” you sat up straighter. “No way.”

Kylie turned to you, eyebrows raised.

“Wait what? You know him?”

“Kind of?” You squinted. “I think that’s Matt… Noah’s friend? The one I was paired with at the gym that time and we made Noah jealous.”

“No way,” Kylie’s eyes widened, “Seriously? That’s him? You didn't tell me he was hot.”

You ignored her comment and stood up before your brain could stop you, waving your arm like an idiot.

“Matt! Hey! Matt!”

“What are you doing!?” Kylie hissed.

Matt turned around, his eyes widening in horror when he saw your face.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, lowering your arm slowly. “Yeah that’s him. That’s definitely him.”

And then he slowly started to wander over to the two of you.

“Hey!” He grinned, even though he looked a little like he was being held at gun point, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for Rockfest?... What are you doing here?”

“I…. Yeah, me too! I’m actually a.. uh, a sound tech?” He didn’t sound too sure about that, “And... well I work with bands, basically. That’s why I’m here.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” You grinned, glancing at Kylie from the corner of your eye, seeing the blush on her cheeks, “Also, my friend wants to know if you're single?”

…

“She’s staying here?” Noah’s eyes widened.

“Yes!! I thought I was hallucinating, but no. She called out to me and and started talking to me!” Matt gestured wildly. “But what are the fucking odds?”

Noah turned around, pressing both hands to his face.

“Jesus Christ.”

“She was with her friend, the one with the red hair, pretty face. I kinda gave her my number-”

“Kylie?” Noah raised an eyebrow, and Matt nodded.

“I don’t know how the fuck we’re gonna get you out of here for soundcheck if she's sat out there waiting.” Matt frowned, shaking his head.

“You say that like you want to cart him out in a box.” Ruff laughed.

“I can’t do this,” Noah mumbled. “I can’t fucking do this.”

“Bro,” Matt pointed a finger at him, eyes wide, “You can’t not do this either. You go on stage in a few hours, we need to get out there and set up.”

Ruffilo crossed his arms.

“We need a plan.”

“What kind of plan?” Noah sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed again.

“I’ve got it!” Matt gasped, reaching for the bag Noah kept his stage outfit in.

…

James finally walked out of the revolving door, holding up the hotel keycard for your room.

“What took you so long?” You asked, jumping to your feet to grab the key off him.

“There was a guy out there asking for directions, I thought I’d help him out but I kinda got us both lost instead.”

“Of course you did.” Kylie snorted.

“Hey! I can’t help that I’m directionally challenged.”

“I’m gonna go change.” You said, passing Kylie your phone and drink, “I can’t smell like beer any longer. Watch my stuff?”

“Always.” She smiled.

You headed for the elevators and pressed the button, bouncing a little on your feet. You were still thinking about Matt, how wild it was that he was here, how awkward he looked when you called out to him. He almost looked like he’d seen a ghost...

The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside, pressing the button for your floor. You made it to your room, and quickly changed into something clean. You sprayed a cloud of deodorant, then put on some perfume- the one that was Noah’s favourite...

You spotted your bag by the chair in the corner of the room, and grabbed it, shoving a few extra essentials into it, and headed back to the elevator.

And as the doors opened, you stepped inside.

You didn’t even notice who else was in the elevator at first, just a bunch of tall, tattooed guys. Hot and intimidating, probably Kylie’s type... As the doors started to close behind you, that’s when it clicked.

You blinked. Then looked over at them and just stared.

No. No fucking way.

“Wait,” you said, eyes bouncing from one face to another. “Oh my god. You guys are- You’re Bad Omens.”

They all looked over at you. Jolly offered a soft smile. Folio let out a little laugh. Ruffilo nodded. But the guy in the back… tall, quiet, black pants, jacket and mask, he didn’t say anything.

But your stomach stupidly flipped when you looked at him.

“Holy shit,” you beamed. “My boyfriend and I love you guys! I think he’s your biggest fan- He’s going to freak the fuck out when I tell him I saw you!”

The Nicks exchanged looks, and Jolly chuckled under his breath.

The masked one shifted slightly, but he was still silent. Still staring at the elevator wall.

You giggled, already reaching for your back pocket, then cursed softly.

“Fuck, I left my phone with Kylie… I was gonna ask if I could get a picture to show Noah, but-”

CLUNK.

The elevator jolted rather aggressively

“Shit,” Jolly cursed under his breath, “I fucking hate elevators.”

The lights flickered once, then twice. Then everything cut out..

You were in total darkness.

“Oh… that’s not good,” you mumbled, forcing a shaky laugh. “That’s definitely not good.”

Another moment passed in silence. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. You couldn’t see anything. Not the metal walls, not the buttons, not the band you were just fangirling over seconds ago.

But you felt your chest tighten like never before.

Fuck. Were you gonna die here?

You swallowed hard and tried to fight away the panic starting to creep up on you.

You hated the dark.

But not only were you in the dark, you were in a broken elevator at least ten floors off the ground.

The air was starting to feel heavier, thicker even, as if the walls had closed in a little tighter. You couldn’t see a damn thing, only the vague outline of someone’s shoulder when your eyes adjusted.

You tried to breathe. Just breathe.

Your hands clenched at your sides. You were fine. You were with people. It wasn’t like you were trapped alone... It wasn’t like you were going to die here. It wasn’t like the air was thinning. It wasn’t like you could already feel the heat sticking to the back of your neck, sweat beginning to bead across your forehead.

“You okay?” Jolly asked, voice gentle, breaking the tension.

“I… yeah.” You lied, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt.

“Shit,” Folio muttered beside you, shifting on his feet. He cleared his throat, and though he was trying to act calm, but you could hear the panic hiding just beneath the surface. “Anyone got signal?”

Ruffilo checked his phone.

“Nope.”

“Emergency button’s not doing anything either,” Jolly added. “Think we’re stuck.”

No.

No, no, no.

You stepped back, instinctively searching for something to grasp or lean on, your back hitting the cool mirrored panel of the wall. You pressed into it like it could open up, swallow you whole and take you anywhere but here.

The elevator felt like it was getting smaller with each moment passing. Each breath was harder to take than the last. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, accompanied by a ringing sound that drowned out even the quiet chatter between the guys.

God, you were so fucking stupid.

You should’ve taken the stairs.

The floor shook a little, making your knees buckle. You didn’t mean to make a sound, but a quiet whimper slipped from your lips before you could bite it back.

That’s when he moved, the guy in the mask.

The one who hadn’t said a single word.

Noah...

His hand twitched at his side, fingers curling like he wanted to reach for you, like every instinct in his body was telling him to go to you, but he couldn't. He could see the fear in your features even in the dark, the trembling of your hands, the pace that your chest was rising and falling, the way you kept your eyes screwed shut.

He wanted to hold you, to pull you close and whisper that it was okay, you were okay, he had you.

But he couldn’t.

Not like this.

Not with the mask on. Not with you thinking he was just some quiet, weird, anonymous guy in a band.

If he even spoke, if he tried to comfort you the way he wanted to, you’d know. You’d hear it. You’d know it was him.

So he stood frozen, helpless, watching the girl he loved more than anything in the world fighting off a panic attack right in front of him, and he didn’t do a goddamn thing about it.

Ruffilo looked over at him.

He saw the way Noah’s fists clenched, he saw the way his body had shifted toward you, like a magnet.

And he glared, giving him a look to say “you owe me one” as he stepped forward.

Nicholas was gentle as he stood in front of you, but Noah could see the way his jaw ticked. He was pissed. Not at you, but at him. At the fact that he was the one who had to do this.

“Hey,” Ruffilo said softly, gently reaching for your hand as if he was trying to just ground you, “You’re alright. It’s okay. Deep breaths, okay? Just look at me.”

You nodded, opening your eyes again, and even in the darkness Ruffilo saw how they were full of tears.

“I know it feels scary right now, but we’re safe, okay? Elevators have brakes, and backup cables. They’re not going to let us fall.”

Your bottom lip quivered.

“I- I know that, I just-”

“What’s your name?” He asked gently.

You swallowed, and told him.

He smiled, like it was the first time he’d heard it.

Because the strangest part about this might just be that you thought these guys were strangers, and to you they might be, but they all knew you. Noah never shut up about you, they'd overheard your phone calls, they'd seen all the pictures Noah took of you during dates when he thought you looked pretty...

But you didn't know that.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. You might already know but I’m Nick. That’s Jolly. That’s our other Nick, we call him Folio. That coward in the corner is our cryptid, but don’t worry, he’s friendly.”

A small, broken laugh left your lips.

“Do you wanna sit?” Ruffilo asked. “Or like, kneel maybe? Sometimes it helps when you feel like the floor’s not moving under you.”

You nodded and held his hands as you sat down. He knelt beside you, keeping his voice low and steady while you tried to get you to breathe through it.

But Noah hadn’t moved. He couldn’t.

His throat was tight, and his heart was aching. Watching you cry, watching someone else comfort you while you clearly needed him, it tore him apart.

He couldn’t touch you. Couldn’t hold you. Couldn’t even say your name. Every second felt like he was being crushed in a vice, watching you suffer, knowing he could make it stop… but not without blowing his cover. He’d give anything to be the one beside you. To whisper your name. To stroke your hair. To press a kiss to your forehead and promise it was all okay.

But instead, all he could do was stay silent and watch. Because if you were to find out now that your boyfriend was a lead singer of his favourite band while you thought you were about to die in a broken elevator, he’d have no chance of forgiveness.

But there was one thing he could do, if nothing else.

A soft glow appeared near the centre of the floor, just enough to illuminate everyone's legs and shoes. Someone had turned on their flashlight and placed their phone face down.

You blinked at the glow, then slowly looked toward the figure who’d done it.

Him…

The one in the mask. Still standing in the corner, unmoving. He didn’t say a word, he hadn’t done since you walked in. He didn’t look up either.

“Thanks.” You whispered softly, but he didn’t respond.

Didn’t nod. Didn’t shift.

He just stood there, staring at the wall like he couldn’t bear to look at you.

...

You didn’t know how long it had been. Five minutes? Ten? An hour?

Time was strange in here, every second dragged, but at least now you felt like you could breathe. You felt less afraid of dying in here.

Eventually, someone suggested you all sit down to wait it out. There was no signal. No one could call for help. And banging on the walls had only made Folio feel queasy.

So now you were all sat in a kind of circle around the phone flashlight in the middle of the floor, it almost felt like a makeshift campfire glowing against everyone’s tired faces.

You found yourself between Jolly and the masked guy, and he still hadn’t said a word. Not once. And he still hadn’t looked at you.

The other guys talked quietly between themselves, but you weren’t really listening. Your mouth felt so dry it was hard to focus on anything else- and you had left your drink with Kylie.

You swallowed, throat tight as you open your mouth to speak.

“Does anyone have any water?” You asked quietly, barely louder than a whisper.

As you looked up, you saw the masked guy holding a gloved hand out to you, handing you a sealed bottle of water.

He still didn’t say a word, he didn’t meet your eyes, but your fingers brushed his cool glove as you took it.

“Thank you.” You whispered again

But he still didn’t answer. He just folded his arms across his chest with his head down.

You stared after him, just for a moment... He didn’t seem like the others. He hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t even looked at you. And yet he’d been the first to give you light. The first to offer water.

Despite the mask, and the way his full body was covered, something about him made you feel... safe. They all did.

Nick- Ruffilo- nudged you gently.

“Go slow with it,” he said softly, gesturing to the bottle. “You’ll feel worse if you drink too fast.”

You nodded and uncapped it, the cool water burning almost sweet as it touched your dry throat. It helped. Not a lot, but just enough.

You fell into silence again after that. Time slowed, stretching so painfully you couldn’t tell if five minutes had passed or twenty.

Then, suddenly the elevator made another sudden clunk sound. Your body jerked instinctively and you let out a tiny gasp before you could stop it. It was a reflex, just nerves, but it felt humiliating, especially in front of strangers.

Then… something unexpected happened.

The gloved hand carefully reached across the floor.

You blinked at it. Then at the masked man.

He didn’t speak, and still didn’t look at you. He kept his hood up and his head down, but just offered his hand across the space between you, as if to say here… take it, if you need it.

Your heart ached… You didn’t know why this act, this out of everything, made you feel like crying all over again. Maybe it was the gentleness of it, or the fact that even without saying anything or looking at you, he still wanted to comfort you.

You hesitated, then slipped your hand into his.

His gloves were leather, soft and warm from the heat of his palm. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t stroke the back of your hand or anything overtly affectionate like he usually would’ve done. He just held your hand.

And you didn’t even notice the way he was trembling beside you.

He felt your hand in his like it was the first time all over again. The way he felt the warmth of you even through the leather. The trust, the way it made his chest hurt to see you so afraid.

He stared hard at the floor beneath him, blinking through tears that welled behind the mask. No one could see. No one would know. But the moment your hand touched his, his throat felt raw.

He shouldn’t have reached for you. He knew that. But he couldn’t help it.

Because even behind the mask, as the guy you didn’t know, he still loved you.

And he knew you hated the dark.

You still weren't sure know how long it had been, but at some point the lights finally came back on, and you felt a wave of relief, then the elevator started to move.

You blinked, your eyes adjusting after so long in the dark, and finally let go of a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Around you, the guys started moving slowly, cautiously, like they were still bracing for something to go wrong again.

You didn’t move though. Not right away... Because his hand was still in yours.

That gloved hand. You’d held onto it the entire time, and he hadn’t let go.

Now, with the lights back on, you glanced up at him. The mask still hid his face and expression. He was staring at the doors, just waiting. But you noticed something else... the way his chest rose just a little too quickly. Like he’d been holding back panic of his own.

Quietly, you loosened your fingers. Let him go.

“…Thank you.” You said softly.

He still didn’t speak, he just gave the smallest of nods. But somehow, it meant everything.

The elevator doors finally opened, as if none of what had just happened mattered. A hotel staff member stood waiting in the hallway, startled by the sight of five people stepping out looking like they’d just survived an apocalypse.

“Hey,” you said, pausing in the hallway, turning back to the guys as they checked on each other. “I just… I really wanted to say thank you.”

They looked up at you, clearly surprised.

“You were all so kind in there. It sounds silly but I can’t wait to tell my boyfriend about this... He’s obsessed with you guys, and he’s gonna lose his mind when he hears his favourite band is full of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met.”

They all thanked you, or smiled and nodded… But the masked one- the one you didn’t know was actually your boyfriend- he just turned away slightly as if that praise stung him.

Because he’s never felt more of a coward in his life.

But as everyone wandered off, you found your friends and the guys walked towards the doors, Noah stayed there, still watching you. Watching as Kylie threw her arms around you, as James stood with his hands on his hips, they’d both probably been worried about you too.

At least he knew you had love in your life. You'd still be surrounded by it, even if it wasn’t his anymore. That much gave him comfort. When it all came crashing down, at least you wouldn’t be left in the rubble by yourself.

…

“So what even happened back there?” James asked, “You said you got stuck but… what happened?”

You, Kylie and James were all sat in your spot ready for Bad Omens to come out. Hours had passed since the elevator incident, but you were still a little shaken up by it- but you knew you’d never have a bad word to say about that band. The guys were so sweet.

“So, I stepped in and everything was fine. I’d just gotten changed out of the beer shirt- thank god it happened after I got changed, I don’t know how the guys would’ve coped in there if I stank of beer,” you laughed, “Anyways, I told them me and my boyfriend are big fans and then… the lights went out and it shook a little, and it made this loud sound.”

“Shit…” Kylie frowned.

“I wasn’t the only one freaking out though,” you smiled, “Their drummer, his name's Folio- don’t tell Noah I said this but he’s kinda cute- he was a little panicked too. Then Nicholas, he told me to call him Nick, came up to me and calmed me down, he got me to do some breathing exercises… but it was the masked one who surprised me the most.”

“What happened?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Did he take the mask off and kiss you? Did you have a spiderman moment?”

“No! I have a boyfriend, you idiot!” You laughed, “But I guess maybe he somehow knew I was afraid of the dark, because he was the one to turn his phones flash on, and when I needed a drink he gave me his water and… when I thought we were all gonna die he held his hand out to me…”

“That’s so sweet.” Kylie pouted, “Maybe don’t tell Noah that part though, he might get a little jealous.”

You all laughed, but when the moment passed, James checked his phone.

“Okay, 30 minutes until they’re on. If you guys keep our spot I might go get some more water?”

“Good idea.” You smiled, setting your bag down in the spot James had left when he stood up, “Could you get me one too?”

“And me.” Kylie smiled.

With an exaggerated sigh, James nodded and wandered off.

“Kylie?”

“Hm?”

“I noticed something about the masked guy.”

“...What was it?”

…

James let out a long sigh as he finally reached the water stand, he had been here far too many times in the last few days.

But whilst he was catching his breath, something caught his eye… the girl in front of him was holding her phone, looking at whatever notification had popped up- and being his nosy self, James glanced over.

Only to see a picture of… Noah? As her lockscreen?

He squinted, as if he’d able to see it clearer. But it was already there, clear as day.

Your fucking boyfriend. On another girls phone?

He blinked, wondering if he’d gotten it wrong, but he couldn’t have. The tattoos were the same, the hair was the same, and he knew the shirt he was wearing- the Cher one that James asked very nicely about borrowing.

The girl turned around and noticed him staring, and saw the utterly baffled look on his face, and gave him a polite smile.

James pointed, slowly, still looking at her phone.

“Uh... Hi. Quick question, why do you have a photo of my best friend’s boyfriend as your lockscreen?”

She let out a soft laugh, clearly thinking this was some kind of joke.

“Is your best friend a Bad Omens fan too?”

James’ brows knitted together, even more confused now.

“Huh?”

She turned her phone so he could see it better.

“You know… Noah Sebastian. He’s the lead singer?”

James went very still.

“…Lead… singer…” He repeated blankly, as if he’s never heard those words before in his life.

“Mhm! I’ve loved them for years. I’m so excited, I’ve never actually seen them live before!”

James tried to process this, then squinted.

“Wait- you think that guy is famous?”

The girl, who was now starting to feel equally as confused, tilted her head.

“Uh, yeah? He’s like, insanely talented. And hot. Your friends isn’t dating him-”

“Okay, no. Honey, that’s where you’re wrong.” James held up a hand like he was stopping traffic. “That’s Noah, Noah from the gym, Hot Gym Guy- He wears grandpa slippers and plays animal crossing!” He reached into his pocket to pull his phone out, shit, only 5% battery, but he needed to prove this girl wrong.

Then, he found it. The picture you sent the group chat of Noah asleep in your bed, from one of the first nights he stayed over, with the message he’s so cute :(

The girl just blinked, confused and mildly alarmed.

“He’s been dating my best friend for three months, they met at the gym- or she found him on the street but that doesn’t matter… what do you mean he’s a lead singer? Of what?”

“Bad Omens…” She said, a little scared now, “I thought… How don’t you know?”

“Noah is the lead singer of Bad Omens??”James gasped, “NO FUCKING WAY I KNEW THE SINGER WOULD BE HOT!!”

The girl laughed, still mildly confused.

“I thought… he wears a mask so... I didn’t think anyone knew who the singer was?”

“He’s never been anonymous,” she laughed, “It sounds like he’s got a lot of explaining to do to your friend.”

James didn’t think about that... About what this meant.

Noah never wanted to talk about his job, and when he did he was only very vague about it…

Instead of saying anything back, James just collected three water bottles and tried to call you or Kylie.

You didn’t answer, and his phone battery had dropped to 2% by the time he tried Kylie.

“Hello?" Her voice sounded a little panicked over the phone, "Is everything okay? You’re not lost are you-”

“KYLIE I THINK NOAH’S FAMOUS!!”

…

“Huh, that’s weird.” Kylie frowned, looking at her phone.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“James called just to hang up on me?”

You shrugged, looking back over at the stage, waiting so patiently for Bad Omens to come on.

“He’s probably just doing it for attention, so you don’t forget about him whilst he’s gone.” You both snickered.

After a few minutes, the preshow music that had been playing quietened… and the lights dimmed. You felt goosebumps all up your arms as you giggled, grabbing Kylie’s arm.

“It’s starting!” She grinned.

You watched the drummer- Folio, you had learnt his name earlier- come out first, sitting at his drum kit. Then, the bass and guitar players followed, Nick and Jolly. There was a track playing in the background, someone speaking, though you couldn’t really work out what was being said.

Then… the masked guy walked out, head down, hood up, making his way over to the mic stand.

“Can you see yourself… through the bruises when the makeup melts…”

“Concrete jungle!!” You grinned, bouncing up and down as you gripped Kylie’s arm, singing along with the guy and the crowd.

“Where the hell is James?” Kylie frowned, looking around.

“Fuck James, I need to send this to Noah!”

“I said it’s enough… I begged and I ran in circles…”

The guy pulled his hood down, and you could hear everyone scream, making you giggle.

“And I’m the fucking KING”

“I think they sound even better live.” Kylie grinned, shouting over everyone else.

“They do!” You shouted back, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the masked guy.

You had told Kylie earlier you noticed he had a similar bracelet on to Noah, and you’d know since there was a rather dirty night between you two where he fucked you while you wore nothing but his bracelet and necklace.

There was a lot of similarities between the two, but you didn’t really think too much of it. Your ex was the same with his obsession with Andy Biersack, even copying a few of his tattoos, so owning the same jewellery wasn’t too worrying… right?

But you also couldn’t look away because of his stage presence. Holy fuck.

Even without seeing his face, you could guess he was pretty under that mask. And some of the things he did had you biting your lip, the off mic screams, punching the air, his confidence up there… it was just so hot.

You even sent Noah another quick video.

You: it’s bad omens time!! :) [1 VIDEO ATTACHED]

“Girl get off your phone!” Kylie yelled, grabbing your arm.

You tucked it back into your pocket, and just let yourself enjoy the show.

They played a couple more songs, and you noticed the lead singer doesn’t talk much, he just kept kinda shouting to the crowd. You giggled at his dancing during V.A.N., and when it showed him on the big screen and you saw the bracelet around his wrist again, you didn’t let yourself think too hard about it... you didn't want to stress yourself out tonight. You wanted to have fun.

Once another song finished, the guys walked off stage and all the lights went out. A few moments later, Jolly stepped onto the stage, and began to play the intro to the next song…

“Oh my god, artificial suicide!” You grinned, “This one of my favourites!”

“James likes this one too- where the fuck is he?!”

Folio reappeared at the drums, and Nick came back on stage too, both beginning to play their parts… but the masked guy was still nowhere to be seen, until…

Noah waited backstage for his cue to go back on, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to calm himself down, taking a sip of water, but even that made him feel sick. He tried to convince himself the nerves was adrenaline, but he knew better...

He was kinda terrified. By the end of this song you’d surely know. Everyone in the crowd knew what happens at the end of artificial- he pulls the mask off, everyone cheers, he walks off and comes back on without it. .

So he flipped the switch. He adjusted his in ears and pulled the mask back on, taking one last deep breath, his head tilted back, saying a little prayer.

“Please, forgive me.”

Then, he pulled his hood back up and walked out.

“ROCKFEST!!” The masked guy growled, “FUCK. IT. UP.”

You felt goosebumps all over as he growled again, and started dancing around on stage again. You couldn’t stop the grin spreading across your face as you watched the big screen. You weren’t too far from the stage, you could just about see them, but you got a much better view watching the screens.

“SOAKED IN THE NEON GLOWS-”

You screamed along with Kylie, bouncing up and down from where you stood, but then you had a thought- you should send this one to Noah too!

You pulled your phone back out, tapped on your camera and started recording again.

You didn’t catch how Kylie’s brows furrowed as she stared at the screen, or how she slowly stilled.

Because the masked guy only had one glove on… on his left hand.

And right now he was holding the mic with the right, and as he popped up on the screen she squinted, trying so hard to see what he had tattooed on his hand… It looked very familiar.

The song was coming to an end, it was like time slowed down. Kylie glanced over at you, you were bobbing along to the song, your eyes glued to your phone as you sent the video to Noah. But as she looked back up at the screen, something else clicked.

His eyes looked familiar, even through the mask.

But this couldn’t be… could it?

She chewed on her lip, feeling her stomach sink with the realisation.

And you were stood right there beside her, completely oblivious to it.

But everything started to add up. You said you hadn’t heard from Noah all day, he works away a lot in other countries, he won’t tell you what his job is…

It couldn’t be.

“What is it?” You asked, noticing how she was staring harder than usual.

“Nothing.” She said, swallowing hard, feeling her heart race along with the drums as they sped up.

“CAN YOU HEAR ME THROUGH THE WHITE NOISE?”

Silence.

The guy turned around, facing away from the crowd, and Kylie watched as he lifted one arm into the air.

He reached for the top of the mask, grasping before he tugged at it.

And in one motion, it came off.

She didn’t see his face, but she saw his hair. She watched the guys brown hair fall into place. And that was enough.

Because now she knew.

“Ow!” You flinched, pulling your arm back. Kylie had reached for you instinctively, clutching your arm in a moment of panic.

She watched him walk off the stage, and her stomach sank even further. She didn’t even see his face, it was just the back of his head, but it was enough to recognise him... Enough to know the truth.

“Is everything okay?” You asked with a chuckle.

You didn’t see it. You didn’t see him.

You were too busy texting him.

“Yeah…” Kylie nodded, a little breathless, “Everything’s fine. Totally… but, uh, I think we should go and find James. He’s been gone a while.”

“He’s okay,” you laughed, “Remember when we went to Germany and we lost him, and then we found him two days later and he had made a whole new friend group? He’ll be fine.”

It was true, and he still goes to visit those friends every year around christmas time.

But Kylie didn’t know what else to do.

Her mind was racing, almost as fast as her heart. She wasn’t fully sure she was right, that the guy on stage was Noah, but everything added up. It was more likely than not.

And then she remembered what you had told her earlier about the bracelet, about the masked man being weirdly kind to you in the elevator, about a guy from the kickboxing class telling Noah he “couldn’t wait to see him this weekend.”

And then he walked back out.

His jacket swapped for a black tank top, shamelessly revealing the tattoos on his arms.

His chain around his neck, the bracelet on his wrist.

No mask this time.

Noah stepped onto the stage, mic in hand.

Kylie’s mouth went dry. Her heart stopped beating in her chest for just a second.

“What the hell.” She whispered under her breath.

And you were still completely unaware. You were still reading over your last few texts, wondering why Noah hadn’t replied to you all day...

You started typing another message, and briefly looked up to see what was going on. The intro to the drain was playing, Folio was doing his thing behind the drums, the guy stood on stage with his arms now on show, facing away from the crowd, no mask on.

Thinking nothing of it, you looked back at your phone, fingers still typing-

But then you stopped.

Wait.

You froze.

Wait…

You went completely cold.

Did you just see that right?

Was your mind playing tricks on you?

The tattoos? The colour of his hair? The biceps…

Your brows furrowed, and you hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifitng your head back up.

He wasn’t facing the crowd. He couldn’t just yet.

The intro for the drain was still playing, and he held the mic in his gloved hand, his head tilted back as he tried to catch his breath. He tried to tell himself you weren’t here, he hadn’t spotted you in the crowd, nor your friends.

Maybe it was okay, maybe it was safe.

But he had heard his phone buzzing backstage, and he just knew the notifications were going to be from you, he just couldn’t bear to look at them.

“Old friends, same disease…”

You swallowed hard.

The first thing you saw was the tattoos on his arms, and that was all you needed to see.

Your heart did something it had never done before. A strange uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

Your breath caught, and you couldn’t let it go, you couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t fucking breathe.

You couldn’t look.

Kylie’s eyes weren’t on the stage at all either, they were on you.

On the way the colour drained from your face, the way your body stiffened, your eyes widened, you were frozen on the spot like a statue.

She said your name, but you couldn’t hear it.

She grabbed your arm but you couldn’t feel it.

“Noah?...” You barely whispered, your brows furrowing as you watched him on the stage.

This had to be a joke, right?

He was best friends with Matt, and Matt told you he worked for bands… Maybe he somehow organised this, right?

Right?

Because Noah, your Noah, wasn’t the lead singer of Bad Omens! That would be stupid!

You huffed out a laugh, and turned to Kylie, who looked a little confused. Then you burst out laughing, like you couldn’t control it.

Because Noah couldn’t be a part of the band! Noah couldn’t be a singer! You’ve heard him sing before, when the two of you were in the car together, and he never sounded like that!

But then you looked back over again… and it didn’t look like he was lip syncing… and it definitely didn't seem like lip syncing when he messed up the lyrics in concrete jungle.

You just couldn’t make sense of it... You couldn’t.

So with trembling hands, you pulled your phone back out, and searched up Bad Omens lead singer.

When the results popped up, you felt an ice cold shock creep up your spine.

You reached for Kylie, grabbing her hand.

Neither of you said a word, but you didn’t need to. Not when you both knew you were thinking the exact same thing.

You slowly showed her your phone.

Bad Omens Vocalist: Noah Sebastian

And the pictures… the pictures were him.

Your boyfriend.

Noah. Noah who holds your face gently in his hands so you can’t wiggle away from his kisses, Noah who makes you pancakes every Sunday morning, Noah who taught your uncoordinated ass how to kickbox.

Noah who you met at the gym. Noah who wouldn’t tell you what his job is. Noah who travelled the world, bringing you souvenirs from every country.

Noah who never lied to you about anything. But he had lied to you about everything...

“Are you okay?” Kylie asked, her voice shaky as her eyes searched yours.

“Uh… I don’t know.” You said slowly, almost trancelike. Because it hadn’t sunk in yet.

Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe you fainted in the elevator, or maybe you actually died in there and woke up in some strange kind of hell.

“That bastard.” Kylie said, swallowing back the lump in her throat as she shook her head, “He… he didn’t tell you…”

“No.. I had no idea…” You shook your head. “What kind of sick joke is this... Cause what do I- How do- What am I supposed to do?”

As Kylie opened her mouth, probably about to say something wise, you heard your name being shouted behind you.

As you turned you saw arms waving frantically, and when he was close enough, you spotted James sprinting through the crowd, not caring who he shoved, not even caring as he almost tripped over his laces.

“ITS HIM!!! HOT GYM GUY!! HE’S THE HOT MASKED GUY TOO!!!”

James yelled it like a town crier announcing the second coming of christ. His voice even rose above the music and the screaming fans, drawing far more attention than necessary, and now several heads were turning your way. He shoved a teenager out of the way with a “SORRY MAN!” and skidded to a halt in front of you and Kylie, panting and wide eyed.

It was like a stupid movie scene.

“You… You’re… You’re dating HIM!” he shrieked, pointing violently toward the stage. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT’S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

“…Apparently?” You blinked, still stunned.

Kylie grabbed James’s arm and tried to steady him.

“James, calm down-”

“CALM DOWN?!” he shrieked. “KYLIE. THAT MAN WROTE THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. HAVE YOU HEARD THOSE FUCKING LYRICS?? HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY HE’S MOVING UP THERE??”

“Can we not do this here? Please?” You groaned, dragging a hand over your face.

James ignored you entirely, gripping both your shoulders now, eyes wide and wild.

“You said he was quiet and mysterious! You said he drank tea! YOU DIDN’T SAY HE WAS A WHOLE GODDAMN ROCKSTAR!??”

You tried to pull away from him.

“You thought I knew?!” You scoffed, feeling insulted, “James, I just found out too. He never fucking told me!”

James slowly let go of your shoulders, blinked once, then twice, tilting his head.

“...Noah’s been lying to you?”

“Lying to me?” You scoffed, "He's been hiding this from me. He told me he was at home, he told me he- Fuck, if he can lie about something like this, what else is capable of?"

Kylie stepped in now before you could get too hysterical, her voice as calm as possible, like she was trying to hold you together.

“Do you want to leave?” She asked, gently reaching for your hand.

Your eyes darted back to the stage, where Noah had his head bowed again, the song had just came to an end, and you watched as he slowly descended to the floor, kneeling down with his head against the mic stand.

You swallowed hard. You didn’t know how to process this. It didn't feel real... You didn’t know if you ever really would.

Because how could you? He has kept this side of himself a secret since the day you met, he told you himself that he was a fan of the band.

And never once did he fucking think to tell you he was their lead singer?

“Yeah. I don’t even want to stay here tonight, Ky... I want to go home.”

Kylie smiled softly, nodding her head before throwing an evil glare at the stage, as if Noah could even see from here.

“Can I stay?” James asked, “I kinda wanna see if they play just pretend-”

“James!” Kylie hissed, “Your best friend has just had her heart ripped out and you wanna stay to hear her stupid liar boyfriend sing that song?! Please!”

He bowed his head like a scolded puppy, and followed on behind you two

…

Noah had to keep going. He had to keep singing, keep performing. He knew you were out there somewhere, if you hadn’t left the second you saw his face.

He couldn’t be Noah right now. Like earlier, in the elevator, he was in work mode. He couldn’t stop the show just to find you, as much as he wanted to, because he couldn’t do that to the guys and all the fans.

So he kept going, kept moving along to the beat, singing into the mic…

But then he saw something, or someone…

Someone running through the crowd, pushing through fast with their arms in the air.

James.

His eyes followed him through the crowd, until he came to a stop.

Until he stopped by you.

Panic hit him in the chest a s hard as Folio’s kick drum. He snapped his head toward the side of the stage, mind racing, hands gripping the mic tighter than necessary. He tried to sing again, but the lyrics got stuck in his throat.

When he glanced back over, he saw how you were frozen, it didn't even look like you were blinking.

Kylie was saying something to you, trying to shield you from him like he was something vile. Like he’d done something monstrous.

And maybe he had…

Because you had done nothing but love him, let him into your life, your world. And what has he done? Lied the entire time.

He knew he should’ve told you in the beginning, or at least before it got this far. He tried, but not hard enough.

He’d been selfish.

And now he’s broken the heart of the only girl who’d ever really loved him, and he knew you'd be stupid to ever forgive him.

…

You didn’t remember much of the drive home, only that you silently cried the whole way.

You were sat in the backseat, your forehead pressed to the window as the streetlights blurred past in streaks of gold. You let the sound of Kylie’s gentle voice and James’ singing become white noise, you blocked it out and all you could hear was the ringing in your ears, and the sound of Noah’s voice, like he was haunting you.

You thought back on everything. Everything. The way he'd flinch when you brought up his job, the way he looked like he was having a heart attack when you started singing one of his songs, the way he would have to almost dress in disguise in public.

You managed to stay reasonably held together, until you stepped through your front door. Then it all came crashing down.

Your knees almost buckled the moment you walked in. You didn’t even bother turning on the lights, you didn’t need to see the place. You knew it too well. Every corner of it was covered in him. The stupid half finished mug of tea in the sink. The smell of his cologne on the couch cushion you curled into when he held you here. The hoodie he left on the back of one of the kitchen chairs like he’d come back for it.

You dropped your keys and sank to the floor, and the sob you let out wasn’t quiet this time.

“Shit,” James said behind you. “Shit, shit- Okay, she’s really crying now-”

“I’ve been crying!” You snapped, your voice cracking through your sobs. “I’ve been crying since the fucking second we got in the car, James!”

He instantly shut up, and let Kylie move first. She knelt beside you and pulled you into her chest without a word, and you let her.

You didn’t want to pretend to be brave tonight. You didn’t want to pretend this didn’t feel like the biggest betrayal of your life… because it was.

You weren’t even sure if it was the lying or the way he let you fall for someone that didn’t really exist that hurt more. The quiet, mysterious gym guy. The man who kissed your hands and whispered that you were the best thing to happen to him. The guy who’d wiped your tears and told you he never wanted to hurt you.

It was him… but it wasn’t. You knew Noah, you slept beside him, cuddled with him, let him see you at your most vulnerable…

But that man on stage? You didn’t know him. You’ve never met him. It was like seeing a stranger in his skin. The way he carried himself, the way he screamed on stage, the way he conducted the crowd… you’ve never seen Noah like that before. He’s never once raised his voice at you, and his job is to fucking scream into a mic?

The man on stage was a stranger.

“I’m sorry,” you choked, wiping your face with the sleeve of James’s jacket he let wear in the car. “I’m sorry, I know I’m being dramatic, but I just… I can’t go to bed. I can’t.”

Kylie shifted, brushing the hair from your face.

“Do you want us to stay?”

You nodded immediately, desperately.

“Please. I just… I can’t be alone in there. Not tonight.”

James’ face softened, a rare occasion, and he crouched down beside you, his hand resting on your knee.

“Did you really think we’d leave you like this?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because you couldn’t stop thinking about how the last time you’d been in your bed, Noah had been there too. His arm tucked under your pillow, his fingers running down your spine. His lips pressed to your neck like he didn’t want to leave.

And now you couldn’t imagine laying down in there without feeling the ghost of him next to you.

You were scared of what would happen if you closed your eyes.

So instead, you let Kylie help you to your feet. You kicked your shoes off, left James' jacket in a heap on the floor, and didn’t even try to wipe the tears anymore. James was already dragging the spare blankets out of the cupboard, and Kylie grabbed some pillows.

“C’mon,” James grinned, “You didn’t want to sleep in your bed alone, you can sleep with both of us!”

“We won’t all fit!” You giggled through your tears.

And for a few brief seconds, the pain in your chest dulled. Not because it was gone or it faded, or because you were over it.

But because your friends refused to let you go through this alone.

…

It was the early hours of the morning, and Noah hadn’t slept. He stayed sat on the edge of the hotel bed, elbows resting on his knees, head hanging low. He’s been in this position for hours, replaying everything, regretting everything. The dim glow of the bedside lamp barely lit the room, but that didn’t bother him. He was looking at his phone, where your message still sat, unreplied to.

You: these guys are so cool!! i wish you were here to see them, but i’ll show you all my videos when i’m home! i miss you <3

It was sent hours ago, he hadn’t replied, and you haven’t said anything either.

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenched tight as he rubbed his hands down his face before dragging them through his hair. The silence in the room was so loud it almost made him sick. It hadn’t been quiet like this in… he didn’t even know how long. Nicholas was meant to be rooming with him, but his girlfriend had flown in at the last minute, and of course he’d rather stay with her, so Noah waved him off with a tight smile and said he didn’t mind.

But he did mind.

Because now he was alone with nothing but his mind for company.

The high of the show had worn off even before he walked off stage. He tried to prepare himself for this, knowing it this would be the likely outcome, but nothing could’ve prepared him for how empty he's actually feel. How alone.

God, his chest fucking hurt.

You loved Bad Omens. And he never told you it was him... Not even after months of talking, of getting so close he memorised every freckle on your body. He’d been so close to telling you so many times.

But he didn’t.

And now he’d fucked it all.

But he should’ve expected that from the first moment. Because when does anything ever really go right for him?

The pillow behind him was cold, untouched. The bed felt far too big, even for him. He hadn’t even bothered pulling the covers down. He just sat there, staring at your name on his phone, thumb hovering over the screen. He typed out messages and deleted them. Again. And again. And again.

“I’m so sorry.” “I should’ve told you.” “I tried so many times but…” “I didn't want to lie, I just didn’t know how to say it.” “Baby? Please say something.” “I miss you.” “I know I fucked up, but I promise I can explain it all. I love you.”

But he sent none of them.

You probably didn’t want to hear from him. Not now. Maybe not ever. And the thought of that made him press his fist to his mouth just to keep from making a sound. His eyes burned, there was a lump in his throat. You were the first person he wanted to call after every show. The one he wanted to crawl into bed with after it all. The one who got him through it all. You were his home, the one place in the world he felt he could be himself, be vulnerable. After years of stress, of building the band, of touring the world and never taking a break, that was all he knew- then you came along and he finally let himself… relax. He let himself feel everything he’d been afraid of for years.

And now you were gone. And it was all his fault.

He turned his phone face down on the nightstand, then reached for the one of the shirts he packed in his bag, one you had borrowed and only gave back to him a few days ago... and it still smelled like you.

He held it to his chest like a fucking lifeline, lying back against the pillows and blinking up at the ceiling.

This was the longest he’d gone without hearing from you since the night he became yours, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go.

But he would. He would wait forever if that’s what you needed, even if it was killing him already.

…

The three of you were squished up in your bed like sardines… James was starfished right in the middle, taking up almost all the space. Kylie curled up on the left side, and you lay on your right, eyes puffy and sore, and throat feeling a little raw from the hours of crying. The pillows still smelled like him. The mattress still remembered his weight.

The room was quiet for a moment. Kylie was trying to sleep, and so were you- though you were afraid of what your dreams might bring tonight. James was still awake, though, the glow of his phone lighting up his face as he bit his lip.

Then, you heard an edit audio...

And as you looked over, there was Noah’s face. Flashing in different lightings, different angles. Shots from the stage. His mask. His smirk. His goddamn hands on the mic stand.

"James," Kylie groaned. "Seriously?"

"What?! I’m grieving too!" James exclaimed. "I can’t believe you were fucking him. He’s so goddamn hot. Like I know we already thought so but have you seen how he looks on stage?! Girl-"

“I wasn’t just fucking him, James, he was my boyfriend, remember?!!”

Your voice had cracked when you said it.

He was my boyfriend. You didn’t even mean to say it like that, in the past tense. It kinda just slipped out.

And suddenly it made everything hurt again.

Because you and Noah weren’t just a situationship, or some extended fling. He was your boyfriend. You’d spent nights tangled together. You’d let him see the softest and darkest parts of you. You’d made him coffee in the morning and fallen asleep on the phone when he was away. You’d kissed him until your lips were raw and let him whisper things in your ear he never told anyone else.

But how much of that mattered to him, if he didn’t tell you one simple thing.

He was in a band.

James slowly locked his phone, setting it down on the bed.

“...Shit, yeah,” he said softly, the humour gone from his tone now. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t answer. Your chest ached too much to say anything. You stared up at the ceiling, blinking away the sting behind your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t start crying again.

Kylie shifted beside James, propping herself up on one elbow.

“Has he texted you at all since the show?” She asked gently.

You shook your head.

“Has he even tried to explain?” James asked.

Another shake, and Kylie scoffed.

“Fuck him,” she muttered. “Honestly, fuck him. What kind of person hides something this big? Pretends to be someone else for months just to… what? Keep you around without being honest? Did he think he could just lie about it forever? That’s not love, babe. Block his fucking number.”

You swallowed, your throat feeling tight.

You wanted to believe she was right. Wanted to believe that what he did was unforgivable. That the silence now was proof he didn’t really care, that he never did.

But that wasn’t true.

Because he did care…

You felt it in the way he kissed you. In the way he held your hand when you were nervous. In the way he always made time, no matter how busy his day was. How he was so soft with you even when he thought you were asleep, how he would tell you he loves you even when he thought you couldn’t hear.

Ever since you were younger, you dreamed of finding real love, the kind you read about in stories, or watched unfold in movies. All the adults in your life told you it was it wasn’t real, that you just had to settle for someone who gave the bare minimum, someone who you resented a little but could spend the rest of your life just coping with. But Noah had proved them wrong.

He was your prince charming, he came along at just the right time, and he showed you that love could be real… or so you thought.

“I can’t block him.” You whispered.

Kylie exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Why not?”

“Because,” you said, voice trembling as your eyes finally brimmed over with tears again, “Because I still love him… You think I can just stop something like this?”

James gave you a loft look, then reached over and grabbed your hand.

“You can’t just forgive him for this though.” He frowned, “Especially if he hasn’t even checked on you after everything… He knows you were there tonight, you were sending him videos from his band’s set.”

That was true. Very true.

“So why hasn’t he texted?” You asked, your voice small, “If he loves me… If I meant anything to him… Why is he being silent now?”

You heard Kylie sigh heavily, and then you saw her head pop up over James' shoulder.

"Look, I'm not happy with him right now but I know you love him, and despite everything we've found out tonight, I know he loves you too. But at the end of the day, honey, he's a fucking guy! He's done something wrong, he knows he's done something wrong, and he probably just doesn't want to face it right now. Sleep on it, see how you feel in the morning, but don't you dare text him first... If he wants to make things right, he'll try, but if he doesn't, then..." she sighed, "Then you're done with him."

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i can't believe we're coming to the end of this series soon... i'm thinking maybe 4 more chapters and it'll be over :( but i have SO many different povs and scenarios in my inbox to write for this story so it won't really be the end any time soon!

(also that's why i left such a big time gap between the last chapter and this one... so i could write more things for them while she still doesn't know who he is <3) (i'm tired i don't know if that makes any sense lmao)

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gonegonethankyouuu · 25 days ago

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Wakey Wakey!!!

POV: you wake up with Eddie and Volt, you spoilt thing you!!!

Pronouns: She/her

AN: Hi angels! welcome to my first ever fanfic.. I'm sooo nervous posting this lmao. either wayy i hope u enjoy!!!

Please note that although there are not exactly any direct spoilers to realization in the game but it wrote this with Human! Eddie and Volt in mind. Also this is really short soz...

Read on AO3?

Love ya xx

Your eyes are so heavy. Even the thought of opening them right now seemed on par with climbing Mount Everest or even trying to teach a cat how to fly.

But you’re awake, rubbing your legs against your sheets. Lightly observing the light shining through the curtains through your shut eyes.

Immediately, you’re stretching out your arms languidly, seeking volt or Eddies warmth. You barely remember the end portion of last night. All you can recall is being lifted up from movie night and flopping down into your soft sheets with Eddie, volt climbing into bed not long after.

You palm the sheets in front of you, they’re cool. And immediately feel instant disappointment. Your boys must’ve already woken up, pressing a kiss to your forehead that you couldn’t feel, and carefully slipped out of bed in search of some coffee. Your half upset, half sleepy brain doesn’t even register the white haired form behind you.

Volt flutters his eyes open, immediately feeling a crick in his neck that he doesn’t mind all too much. He’s about to stretch and show off his incredible talent of having zero issues rising from bed in the morning, until he hears some slight commotion in front of him. You’re still in bed! He chuckles.

You’re just about to start the arduous process of getting up, when you feel a pair of strong, nimble arms wrap around you, hoisting you up slightly to flip you around, until you’re pressed against your lover's chest. You almost Whine in satisfaction, something you’re almost embarrassed to admit.

“Live wire~” volt utters in a husky tone. Thank god for morning voice. “You’re certainly up early..”

you hum, pressing yourself against his chest. He rocks back and forth, trying not to chuckle again at how you snuggle into him. “Shhh”

You’d curse volts' ability to be so compelling. Your sheets smell like your lovers, you feel volts gentle touch, pushing your hair back, smoothing your eyebrows, trailing his hands across your back.

It’s not long before volts efforts have lulled you back into a peaceful sleep. Just as a certain Noiret, gently steps into the room.

Eddie is shirtless, shuffling into the room, grasping a coffee cup by the rim. It’s almost comical how his usual steely gaze becomes tender at the sight of you all cozy in volt’s embrace.

“Live wire?” He whispers.

“Still in dreamland~” volt hums, unable to keep his hands off you. Eddie smiles, shaking his head while situating himself on the edge of the bed.

“She’s been working hard huh?”

“Very rich coming from you spark”

Eddie chuckles at that

“I guess”

Eddie remembers the nights when he only had himself. The long, agonizing, sleepless nights which left Eddie in a panic, a dark place, before volt came along. He recalls the first night he was enveloped by volts arms, the low buzz inside his chest mimicking his idea of a human heartbeat, and just how shockingly fast he fell asleep feeling the exact same hands smoothing his hair, the same voice whispering in his ear. This gives him the peace of mind that you'll never fight another stressful night alone. You’ll never find it hard to sleep with volt around.

I mean.. He doesn't.

Eddie, careful not to spill any coffee on the white sheets, leans over to kiss Volts forehead, something he greatly relishes in.

“Feeling sentimental?”

“Pfft, yeah, don't let it get to your head”

“I already have”

A sudden stir from you, causes both men to perk up. You rub your hand against Volt's bicep, almost trying to get closer to him than you already are, which by your current position was impossible.

“I never knew you were so cuddly in the mornings livewire, I'll have to get used to this..” Volt whispers, kissing your cheek as your eyes finally open to meet white ones, glancing softly, and then to meet grey ones.

“You're up” you mumble, shifting yourself so you're still in volts embrace, but are able to converse with Eddie comfortably.

“Astute observation” You laugh. Your vocabulary has clearly been rubbing off on Eddie. Volt smiles.

“Come on, up, we’ll have breakfast together for once.” Eddie grabs onto both your hands, not before plonking his mug on the nightstand, and you groan “Noooooooooo!”

Volt hops out of bed without any difficulty. You finally sit up, grumbling a “show off” as volt saunters into the bathroom. Eddie's hands are on either side of you.

“Coffee?” you nod, leaning in for a warm kiss.

“I missed you this morning..” You pout, allowing him to press some gentle kisses on your neck.

“Pfft, you had me the whole night didn’t you?”

“Not enough…” he snickers, placing one more kiss to your jaw, before pulling away.

“Up and at 'em, Volt wants to check out that new restaurant in town. Says it's got “ambience” or some shit.. And knowing you, you’re gonna want to do something this afternoon too.”

You bat your eyelashes “you know me so well Ed~” It takes a lot of willpower to not come over and kiss you again.. And again… and again.

You finally stretch, spotting Eddie's shirt on the floor, graciously pinching it by the collar as you lean across the bed, and flinging it onto yourself.

You can’t wait to do this again tomorrow….

#date everything #eddie date everything #volt date everything #date everything x reader #eddie x reader x volt #ru paul #IM SCAREEDDDDDDD #I’m writing and stuff…#No beta we die like chappy

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eustasskidagenda · 2 years ago

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anon asked: Hi, fellow Kid-Stan, I love your writing, it's so well-written! So I hope my request isn't too weird, but would you mind writing some headcanons with a fem reader afraid of having sex with Kidd, Zoro, Law and Sanji if that's okay. Like because the reader is stressed about getting hurt (maybe because of their size or because it’s been a long time since the last time the reader had sex, no heavy topic involved!) Thank you if you consider writing this scenario and please, can I stay anon if you post this?

Hello, dear anon! Thank you for requesting and your kind words, it was interesting to think about how those dummies would act in this situation. I hope you'll like the result.♡

☆Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW : n/sfw, MDNI, f!reader, size kink, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), v. sex, unprotected sex, protected sex, dirty talk, praises, Sanji talking in French because I could die for this, Kid is cursing as always, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000

You can read the part two here & the part three here

Kid

Let's assume it's your first time in the same bed: Kid being... Kid, his first reaction would be to grin cockily or even laugh proudly. He thinks you're actually praising him for his size. Please keep going, it’s music to his ears. He loves praises and when you acknowledge his size. It fuels his ego tremendously. "I know it's big, that's enough praise. Wait, were you talking seriously?"

Seriously, Kid, ugh.

So, once he realized you're not praising him but rather really stressed, he's still pleased with himself.

Kid is a man of action; talking, trying to understand, or reassuring is not something he's easily able to do. Because honestly, he would just say something like "it's just sex, I'm not gonna hurt ya, look how wet you are"

Whenever there's a problem, he's more inclined to take action to find a solution. So his first reaction is to ask if you want to stop. Although he may be cocky and carefree, he would never cause harm to anyone he truly cares about. And no one will have a good time if you're too stressed. Totally pointless.

So you have to tell him you want to continue, but you're nervous because Kid is not the one to indulge into sweetness and his size doesn't make things more easily.

"Then, come get what you want by yourself" he would say before laying on his back, his cock twitching impatiently. Kid doesn't often let his partner ride him, except when he's feeling tired. His body is truly a beautiful throne to sit on. A toned and beautiful body, covered with scars, like war paint, full of stories and secrets.

Once you finally straddle him, he would hold your hips firmly as you line your wet pussy up to his cockhead. When you slowly impale yourself on his thick member, he would let out a low, animalistic growl of satisfaction. You feel too tight around him, and you feel too full with him buried deep inside you, stretching your walls.

He would guide you down his cock until his balls deep inside you. The expression of pure delight on his face is truly mesmerizing. Riding someone as tough and impressive is quite intimidating, so he would hold your hips, helping you to move up and down, as you slowly adjust to him. "Fuck, look at you, taking me all the way in like the good girl you're"

He feels your walls tightening him as you start to move faster.

"Take it easy" That's the moment you will hear his shaky breath and deep growls. He can't handle how good you feel. So wet, so hot, so tight as you walls spasms around him. His cock is throbbing inside you and he grit his teeth, holding your hips that firmly it will leave bruises on your skin tomorrow.

He's truly trying his best to not just hold your hips and slams inside you as his usual rough and merciless pace. He wants to transform you into a whiny mess.

"Shit, y/n, let me fuck you."

And once you finally get used to him, then prepare yourself for the wildest ride of your life. You better hold onto those sheets tightly. Because he will slap your ass, pull on your hair and fuck you with enough intensity to leave you breathless and exhausted.

Zoro

Zoro has not a lot of experience because he's way too focused on his goal of becoming the greatest swordsman ever. Even when it comes to sex, he's a bit oblivious. So you better have to be precise and explain things correctly, so that it takes over his mind. As Kid, he's not a man of many words, he doesn't really know how to reassure you. Like, okay, it's been a while since the last time you had sex, but the same applies to him. At least you're in the same situation, isn't that nice?

He's trying his best.

Once he's sure you want to keep going, he will consider the whole thing like a training: everyone needs a good warm-up. So prepare yourself to have your pussy eat for a long, long time and to cum at least once against his lips. He may not be the most experienced, but he learns quickly and your body language is like talking to him.

He would then slowly push two fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for him. "Looks like my girl is ready for me, yeah?"

Try not to be too embarrassed when he hungrily licks his fingers covered in your wetness, like if it were a precious cup of sake. The way your body looks and tastes is truly intoxicating. How could he get enough of your shivering, moaning, sweating, begging, and slow pleads when his head is buried between your thighs?

"Now open your legs for me"

Eyes darkening with lust as he sees your folds exposed, his cock twitching and throbbing. Although he is thick, he never realized it. So you better prepare yourself.

He would look into your eyes just to be sure you're still willing, before placing his hands on your shoulders to pinning you down the mattress, shifting his weight so he can position himself at your entrance.

Thrust forward, filling you up in one swift motion. He's completely focused, as if it's an important battle. And actually, he's really struggling to stay nice and slow for you. He's quiet. Breathe deeply and make low grunts close to your ear. When you begin to scratch his back, he becomes confused. Why are you doing this? Does it hurt or feel good? "You doing okay?"

If you tell him you need more now, he will give it to you as hard as you want.

"Such a brave girl"

Law

As a good doctor, his first reaction is to understand the cause of the problem. Is it a physical or psychological problem? Sex can be painful if you're experiencing too much stress or vaginismus. If he wants to help you feel better, he needs to understand what's going on. He’s a logical man, he can't act without a good understanding of what's happening.

He would probably cover your body too, in order to preserve your intimacy while you explain him you're just a bit stressed because it's been a long time and you often face pain when it comes to sex.

"Sex isn't supposed to hurt or to be stressful. Do you want to continue?"

As you slowly nodded, he would kiss your forehead and then slowly remove the bedsheets, revealing your bare body to himself.

He wants to reassure you even if he struggles with intimacy, including in the bedroom. He's not that kind of guy having sex with random people. If you end up in the same bed, it's because he genuinely cares about you. And damn, he definitely knows how to take care of your body too. He has divine hands. Good to heal, but also to help you reach new heights. The way he runs his hands along your body, your inner thighs, your pussy, and then your clit causes shivers down your spine.

And when he slides two fingers inside your core, damn, the only thing you can do is arches your back and beg for more. He’s the king of fingering. You can't help but cum as his thumb circles your clit while he pushes his long fingers in and out of you. When he removes them, his tattoos are soaked with your wetness, you are flustered, and he's content with himself. He can't help but grins, licking his fingers while watching your reaction closely. Even in bed, Law likes to tease you.

"Need me so bad, y/n-a?" with a slight pinch on your nipple

He's a doctor, so he will wear a condom. Even if you're wet, he'll reach for the bottle of lubricant and then sloshing some onto his palm before smearing it over his length. The emo boy myth is true because his cock is long.

Usually, Law struggles with eye contact, it's too intimate for his sake. But for once, he will let you lie on your back, spreading your thighs enough to fit in between. His tattooed chest slowly rises up with each breath, making him look beautiful over you.

"You're ready?"

He's a smart and careful person, so he'll go slowly and check your expression to ensure you're alright. He feels the tightness around his cock. So wet, so hot. His hands are shaking on your hips while he gently steady you. "Everything's fine?"

Slow and deep strokes as you trace the tattoos on his arms and chest. With his lips sealed to yours, he swallows all of your moans. And his low, deep breaths are leaving you in shambles.

Sanji

Oh, sweet Sanji. Similar to Zoro, he's not the most experienced, but he has a kind and compassionate soul. He would let you explain yourself, running his hands all over your shoulders, hair and stomach, trying to soothe you as you confess you're scared because it's been a while since the last time you had sex.

Sanji would never judge you. He would offer you sweet kisses to cover your body, promising to take things at your own pace. And if you need to stop, please just tell him. He would try his best to hide that he's a bit nervous too; nervous about hurting you or not being good enough for you.

Gentle kisses on your neck, breasts, lower stomach, inner thighs, and hands running all over your skin, fondling your breasts softly with a heavenly touch. He wants to take good care of every inch of your skin because your body is so precious, perfect and beautiful. All your shivering, moaning, and the way you look at him with pure love on your face... it melts his heart. He desperately wants to be inside you, but he'll never rush the whole thing. Like a good meal, sex deserves to be appreciated.

Probably the king of oral sex, he could keep his head burring between your thighs for the entire day and still can't get enough of how good you pussy feel and taste. He is fond of eating you out, hearing you moan, feeling you shivering and beg for more. The way your body is arching, how you grab his hair, pressing his lips more firmly against your wet folds. Not only do his hands know how to cook, but they also know how to please your body. Slowly circling your clit, fondling your breasts, and caring for every inch of your skin, making you melt and beg for more. You forgot you were tensed and stressed with all his attention.

Sanji being Sanji, he would love to bind your wrists with his tie, but he knows it's not the time for this. "I need to be inside you, mon amour" (my love) His cock is painfully hard and twitching, leaking in pre-cum.

As you spread your legs, letting him know that you're ready for more, Sanji would try his best to hide how stressed he really is. He doesn't want to hurt you. Fingers entwined with yours, a lot of eye contact as he slowly pushes his cock inside you. "Shh, it's okay. You're so tight. Laisse-moi te faire l'amour" (let me make love to you)

You softly moan as he penetrates you completely. You were stressed about getting hurt after such a long time without having sex, but Sanji is so soft that it didn't hurt even a bit. Even if you're relaxed, he would ask, "Am I hurting you?" And when you confirm that everything is more than fine, he can't help but sigh in relief. His fingers are still entwined with yours as you use your other hand to softly pull on his hair.

Slow and deep strokes. "C'est si bon d'être en toi" (it feels so good to be inside you) He is not ashamed of moaning. Moans that are really pretty. The feeling of your skin against his, how wet and welcoming you are inside. This is too much for him to handle.

Naturally, when it came to aftercare, he would rush to the kitchen to make you a good meal.

Sanji is so sweet please, help.

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yanderes-galore · 2 months ago

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May I request a romantic scenario with DBD Nurse using your prompts 17 + 56 and yandere-daze's prompt 1?

I'm thinking this would be for Sally before the Entity's realm (I'm not sure how much the Nurse in her current state can really talk anyway). Sally in the depths of madness, with kidnapped darling who she treats like her sweet little doll. She's as kind as can be to them (in her opinion)... but at night, when she's away at work at the asylum, darling must be safely locked up - for their own good! To keep them safe! Maybe she's taking some pointers from how they restrain patients at the asylum? Or something like that, you can change the details as you see fit ^^

Maybe with some mindbreak? Darling barely bothers trying to resist at this point...

🕊️ anon

Sure! I had writer's block for a long time on this... so there isn't much plot. Mostly just Nurse being... insanely delusional.

Prompt 1 Here

Yandere! Nurse Prompts 17, 56, 1

(Pre-Entity AU)

"You look so cute in those clothes! I think I picked well...."

"Come dance with me, it'll stretch your cramped legs."

“I love you so much you have no idea.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Mind break (Probably for both parties), Dark themes, Post-Kidnapping, Isolation, Forced relationship.

Nights were always stressful to Sally. In fact, her whole job was stressful. Her superiors never treated her as human, her patients exposed her to countless humans... yet a job is a job.

Not much makes the horrors better. The asylum is a heinous job she's forced to play her part in. For the money... She'll work until she's dead.

Or snaps....

However, Sally often waits eagerly for when she can go home. Originally, after the death of her husband, home had also been hell for her. Too many bad memories swim around her head when she's alone...

But recently she hasn't had to think of such a thing!

Now she has her precious doll....

She used to be so alone.... After losing her loved one, she had no one to distract her from the abuse of her job. Then she met you... Someone who offered to ease her pain.

At least, that's what she heard. She doesn't remember the specifics... that was months ago! All she really cared to remember was that she met you at the asylum...

Yet now she keeps you in her home, her lovely little doll that distracts her from the madness.

You've always been there for her when things got bad. You allowed her to vent, you allowed her to be herself! Soon, as you got closer... You allowed her to dance with you... to dress you...

To have you...

Isn't this love?

It means so much to come home to a partner for her. It reminds her of how things used to be for her! Although... now out of grief... she certainly feels you're better than that man ever could be....

Coming home is a frequently practiced ritual for her. She comes home, she goes to bed, dreaming of you all the while. Then she wakes up and walks to your door.

The sight's frightening at first. Locks all over the door that she had taught herself how to install. After all... anyone else would think she's keeping a monster here!

There's no monster here....

No, the only person in here is her precious! It takes time to remove all the locks... But it's worth it in the end! The second that last key slips in the lock and the door creaks open...

There you lay on the bed she prepared for you, belts holding your wrists and ankles down.

She's learned that's the best way to get you to sleep.

You stir when she enters the room, a loving gaze in her eyes. Despite this... you still look at her blankly. Looks like her doll is bored....

Sally grins softly before walking up to you and untying the belts on the bed. You used to fight her so much months ago. Now you just allow things to happen... even when she moves to pull you out of the bed.

"Come here, my love...!"

Her tone is sweet as she tugs you along to go along with your usual morning routine. You follow her obediently, not giving much of a fuss. She can't help but smile...

You're her precious little love.

You're quiet the whole time. You don't make a fuss when she bathes you, you don't complain when she dries you and escorts you back to your dark room. In fact, you wait patiently when she picks out a new outfit and dresses you.

She's affectionate the whole time, lightly touching you and whispering about how much she loves you. Even when she gently presses a kiss to your skin... you merely make a small noise in response. Such a noise makes her giggle in response.

"You look so cute in those clothes! I think I picked well...." Sally hums, cupping your face to give you another kiss. "We have all afternoon together before I work tonight... My love, let's make it count."

Sally used to be upset when you'd argue with her. You used to be so disobedient. But now? Well, now you're quiet, only speaking when she asks you to.

For most... this would be considered strange... but to her, it's just true love.

Sally treated you in the only way she knew how... just as she would her patients. After all, when you said you didn't love her, she simply felt that was another illness to fix. Now look at you...

Now you let her cook for you and feed you. Now you let her read to you and cuddle you. Now you let her kiss you and give you love...

You're much better than any patient.

"Come dance with me, it'll stretch your cramped legs!" Sally chirps like she's the happiest she's ever been. Dancing makes her ignore the stresses in her life. Plus, it allows you to feel less sore.

You don't fight her when she pulls you close to her. She keeps you close, holding your hands in hers as she dances in her home. In any normal situation... Perhaps this could be romantic.

Yet Sally... isn't all there... and you act like you were given an emotional lobotomy.

You're all Sally needs. She could take any abuse work throws at her if it meant coming home to take care of you. Especially since you now realize she means well.

Keeping you here keeps you safe and keeps her sane.

Her routine includes spending the whole day with you when she's awake. Yet as work inches ever so closer, Sally knows she can't have you forever. So, with a heavy heart... She drags you back to the dark room.

You stare at the setting sun through the windows longingly before she pulls at you. At first you pull back a bit, but it's all half-hearted. You don't even care anymore....

"I wish we could spend the whole night together... but work needs me, my dearest."

You quietly slump back into bed as Sally lays you down. Like with her patients, she ties the belts back on your limbs. You used to kick and fight... but now you just watch her.

It's easier now.

“I love you so much you have no idea.” Sally confesses before kissing your lips gently. You don't kiss back... but it goes unnoticed by her.

"Good night, my love." Sally whispers, petting your head before walking away. "I'll be thinking of you."

It's then Sally leaves the room, closing the door and beginning the long process of locking the door. While she goes to work, she kennels you like a dog who can't resist trouble. Yet to her... she's just keeping you safe.

Once ready for work, Sally leaves her home...

She already can't wait for tomorrow, just to do it all over again.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere dbd nurse #yandere the nurse #yandere sally smithson

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nipuni · 1 year ago

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Time for an old school blog post, Hello!

Just various updates about life and shows and clothes and some photos! Adding a read more cut because I talk too much 😊

Happy equinox everyone!! The mild weather has been wonderful for daily park walks. We have been taking our meals outside as often as we can to make the most of it before summer scorches the land and all life. The longer days allow for a lot more wandering too but the imminent return of the heat is also making the longing to move up north worse by the day. We miss the choppy ocean and seaside cliffs 😭 We love the silence and the rain and the nippy sea breeze!! it's like being suspended in early spring for half the year and a rainy autumn the other half, Ideal if you don't mind humidity, but that's what wellies and flat caps are for. We have been looking for properties to rent to show up everyday so for now we lie in wait.

Speaking of nature, a few months ago we discovered a free app called Plantnet that you use to take and upload photos of plants, trees, flowers and it will identify them for you. You keep a log with their locations and can share them too to help contribute to each local biodiversity database. It feels like a pokedex for plants. There are many apps like this one to choose from too. It's been so fun learning what all these plants are called and memorizing them! I recommend it, is like a little educational side quest to take on while stretching your legs and getting some fresh air. This is not an ad I promise lmao I just think it's neat! kind of sad feeling the need to clarify that.

This weather is also making me want to start making outfit posts again! It's been so long since I made any!! my winter wardrobe is mostly long wool coats or capes and boots so the inspiration wasn't there but now I'm ready to pull out all my stuff back from under my bed storage and experiment again 👏 I've also been meaning to share some of Nicolas outfits for ages too so there is more variety, could be fun!

Speaking of clothes, lately I've grown more and more frustrated with how poorly most clothes fit me to the point where I'm considering learning how to make them from scratch. I usually have to take in the tops and hem the bottoms but most things I try on are just built weird even if I fix the size, or maybe I'm built weird! I think it may be both. Nicolas also said he would love to learn along with me so we will probably embark on that adventure soon. OH and on a short tangent, I got myself a sort of binder-like top that flattens the chest a bit and I'm loving it! I'm very flat already but what little bust I do have has always bothered me when I dress and I've found I feel a lot more comfortable in this type of top. I'm glad I tried it out so if you feel similarly you may want to give it a go too, see how it feels!

On the media side of things we have also been watching more of David Tennant's work. We are still very much in love with him to an embarrassing degree, you can probably tell if you follow me anywhere, my likes on twitter alone give me away alksjdf and Nicolas isn't any better! if he used social media his would look the same lmao.

Since my last report we have watched and absolutely LOVED "There She Goes" we already want to watch it again honestly. The family dynamics for all his characters are always so real and refreshing!! Their relationship with their wives especially are always so believable in every series we've seen, the comfort and camaraderie, the banter and just friendship! You can tell they enjoy each other's company, it feels true. I love it so much!!

We also watched "Inside man" which was..a very stressful mess but David was incredible as always, also very hot and very pitiful which is always great, and Stanley Tucci was on it! so that's also fun.

Then we rewatched season one of Good Omens and the first 4 seasons of Doctor Who, with all the extra content like the Confidentials, deleted scenes, video diaries and more, they are just so good!! our list of favourite episodes keeps growing, season four is incredible, we are loving all these seasons even more the second time around!! Now we are probably going to start watching either Classic Who or Torchwood, along with more of David's work. We were trying to pick what to watch during dinner the other day and Nicolas was like 'damn, David is not in this though, I miss him' and lmao same so now we just watch one show without him and one with him right after to cope 😂

OH we have also been doing more historical reenactment! Since the last one in the 20's we jumped back to Regency times. We have been putting our outfits together for a ball soon and hopefully another one in autumn in the UK 😊 1800 is the farthest back in time we've been yet so it's been fun doing research, finding pieces and learning the dances in class but also very hectic. I'll share more about this soon!

Then we also have a couple of 1900 events coming soon, so I'll be sharing more Edwardian looks as well, our favourite era!!

Anyway I think that's all for now, thanks for reading to whoever is doing so!! I know this is long and not a popular blogging format anymore but I enjoy it a lot, maybe some of you do too 🥰 I will reply to some messages soon, I'm so sorry I'm so bad at keeping up with those!! I've read them all and cherish every word 🥺 Thank you for supporting my art and shenanigans as always!! I hope you have a great week!!

#personal #DW report #of sorts tho I should swap to DT report at this point lmao #I may need a blogging tag so let's just do #that should suffice #nipuni photos #nipuni blogs

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kedreeva · 1 year ago

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Hi! I have a small farm but your posts have made me consider adding some peafowl. I've had guineafowl and chickens but god would i love peafowl. I also saw your posts with your hand raised peahen in the house, and I was wondering if she's actually litter trained? I have some bottle babies but have transferred them all out to typical barn/pasture existence, but if I could litter train a peafowl for (partial) indoor existence that would be glorious

As I have said many many times before and will likely say many many times again, you do not want a permanent house peafowl, I promise you. Bug was indoors with me because a) I have over a decade of experience with these birds, b) I did a sex linked breeding so I KNEW that she was a girl from the second she hatched c) I didn't particularly want to hand raise her, but I also wanted sleep and the birds are brooded in the house and she would not stop screaming d) I knew I was going to be home full time basically 24/7 to raise her without having to leave her on her own for long stretches while I was at work and e) I raised her with the full intention of putting her out when she was old enough to hold her own with the big birds- and that's where she currently lives, outside where she belongs.

They cannot be house/litter trained, the most you can do is diaper them, and they're not big enough for that for a few months and wearing one is always a risk- if they catch a toe from a poorly-fitted or poorly-applied diaper, they are strong enough to break their own legs and/or break their necks/wings struggling to get out.

Unlike standard breed chickens and farm waterfowl, peafowl can fly, like Actually Fly, and they can do so from about day 3 of life. You don't want a 10lb bird throwing itself around your house, because they're not passerines, they can't grasp things with their feet so they will just knock everything you love over in an attempt to find flat ground to stand on wherever they want to be. And they WILL throw temper tantrums when they're not getting their way- when you aren't sharing food, when you aren't going to bed at 6pm in the winter, when you aren't performing their daily schedule right, etc. They're just smart enough to be assholes, and big enough that that's a problem.

On top of that, males that are hand raised become exceedingly aggressive at maturity, to the point where many have been put down because they will relentless hunt and attack humans in their territory, and they have nasty spurs on their legs, and the ability to fly and to jump at least 6 feet up and hardly use their wings, which means they CAN jump and spur you in the face- and unlike chickens, they know where your face is, and will go for it. I've seen several folks with injuries from aggressive boys where the person narrowly escaped losing an eye. I, myself, was clawed over one eye once just from a bird that was eluding capture, and I'm well aware how much more badly that could have gone if she'd meant it rather than just trying to get away from being caught. The hens are (usually, although I've seen an exception) not aggressive, but unless you have the ability to socialize a hand raised hen with other birds, they have a hugely difficult time adapting to living in a flock, and I've heard many others refuse to breed with the males of their own kind. If they can't adapt to socializing with other birds, they can stress hugely when left alone or with other birds, and this can make them prone to illness.

The photos are cute, but this is a 110% "please do not attempt this at home" kind of deal. I've been caring for/learning about peafowl and their care in some way for 20 years and breeding them for the last 15 or so and I can say with my whole chest that you don't need any complications when getting into peafowl. There are already a million things that can go wrong just trying to raise a peafowl in a normal way, people kill the babies so often that a) reputable breeders often refuse to sell before 3 months old so they are well started and hardy and b) at least one Large Scale breeder I know of sells multi-pack day old chicks (the "discards" from his experimental pens) for super cheap because he fully expects them to die so he doesn't have to worry about competition on rare color breeding and can still make a buck.

If you want peafowl, and you have the space and the ability to pen one properly, and access to proper food and vet care, and you've done research on care and behavior, then absolutely go for it, they make great farm animals and they're really easy to befriend as subadults and even as adults and some birds are even super chill and will come right up and say hi (like Eris, whom I took home from another breeder because I visited and she just walked up and started inspecting me for treats like a chicken). But they do not make great indoor pets, even partially as adults.

#peafowl #peacocks #my pets #asks #anon asks

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dittobtch · 26 days ago

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leatin sleeping together for the first time

no smut, just mentions of it and a lot of swearing. a little bit of Fatin being angsty and a lot of her refusing to acknowledge that she likes Leah 1.4k words, canon compliant, takes place post season two in the bunker, in bullet form for some reason and mostly dialogue

Fatin wakes up, like most days, in a shitty mood.

Usually, knowing Leah is within arms reach helps. She's just on the other side of the bed. Her back is pressed into Fatin’s right now, actually. However, today is too terrible of a day to change Fatin’s disposition.

She tries to hide it, but Leah catches on by breakfast. When she confronts her about it, Fatin just storms off.

Of course Leah follows.

There aren't many places to go, so they end up back in their room. Leah tries to get Fatin to open up. Maybe Fatin tells her, maybe not.

(She probably will because she's Fatin and it's Leah, but maybe not right away.)

Either way, Leah asks how she can help and it goes something like:

"There's nothing you can do. It's fine. I'm fine."

"What did you used to do before? Back in The Bay."

"I'd fine someone to fuck my brains out so I wouldn't have to think. Y'know angry sex really-"

"I don't need the details."

Leah's quick to cut her off, but she takes the time to think before speaking up again.

"What about Kirin or the guys here? You can fuck them now if you want."

"Hell no."

"Okay, fine... What about while we were on the island? What’d you do then?"

Fatin doesn't even hesitate with her reply, "I tried to fuck any of you."

"What? You were being serious?"

"Obviously. You're all hot as fuck and I was the hottest motherfucker there."

"I thought you were just joking."

"Why would I be joking?"

"I don't know. You're straight, right?"

Fatin laughs for the first time since she woke up. For a second, she has hope for a better day, one where she doesn't think about where she is and what she's missing back home.

Hope, as they have all grown to learn, does not last long in a place like this. And Fatin is reminded of that fairly quickly in that annoying way where she is reminded of what she's trying to forget by telling herself to forget it.

"Ha! Yeah, no. I'm not fucking straight. I fuck hot people, end of story."

Leah looks like she's having an existential crisis of her own, but it doesn't last long.

"Okay well when none of us wanted to… do that with you, what did you do when you got stressed or angry on the island? You know, besides that time you ran away because we are not going through that again."

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I just waited for it to pass."

Fatin shrugs and Leah is looking at her with that look that makes Fatin's stomach do backflips. The worried one that makes Fatin uncomfortable because she cares.

All of the girls have given her that look, honestly. Mostly Shelby and Martha and occasionally Dot back on the island when they stayed up to look after the fire together, whispering secrets under the cloak of darkness.

But none of them come close to evoking the same amount of feelings as Leah's does. Fatin tries to ignore the completely irrational reason her brain supplies for why that is.

"And that worked?" Leah asks, that same worry working its way into her body. The twitch of her eyebrow, the tight grip her fingers have on her sweater sleeves, her too stiff posture. It all sets off uneasiness in Fatin, not wanting to burden Leah with worry for her.

"Not really, but it helped."

"Did sex work better?"

"Well, yeah. Is it so bad that I want to feel good?"

"No, of course not."

They pause, for a second. The air is thick and tense. Time is going too slowly; seconds feel stretched out, like they're travelling through honey instead of air.

Leah takes a step and their moment is broken.

And suddenly, everything is too fast. Leah's fingers are on her cheek, her collarbones, her sternum. They run over her stomach and settle on her hips, gripping just enough for Fatin to forget how to breathe.

"Does the offer still stand?" Leah asks, her hot breath a lot closer to Fatin's ear than she was expecting, sending shivers down her spine. Fatin's still breathless when she responds.

"What?"

"You’ve helped me so many times both on the island and here." Leah’s hands start trailing over Fatin’s body again. "I want to return the favour."

"You don’t have to do this."

Fatin’s arms remain stiffly at her sides, despite her desperately wanting them anywhere else. It's Leah, though, and Fatin cannot overstep any boundaries.

But Leah could always see right through her. Even now as she looks directly at Fatin, leaning in closer but not close enough.

"I want to. What were your words? You’re the hottest motherfucker here."

"You really don't have to." That stops Leah. She leans back and takes her hands off of Fatin, hovering just over her clothes. Fatin has to resist the urge to whine.

What the fuck is this girl doing to her?

"If you don't want to, we won’t. I just want to make you feel good. If talking makes you happy, we can do that. If you’d rather go for a walk then we can do that too. But if this is what makes you happy..." Leah's hand slips under her shirt. "Then we can do this."

"You really want to?"

"Of course. As long as you do."

Fatin's brain is telling her to say no. It's giving her a long and logical pros and cons list:

Pro: she gets laid.

Con: everything else.

But her dumbass heart is begging her to say yes. It's beating hard against her ribcage, begging to be let out so that it can break itself into pieces once this is all over.

We all know how this goes.

"Okay."

"Okay...?"

"Let's do it."

So they fuck and it's great and Fatin makes sure to tell Leah that.

"That was fucking incredible! Holy shit, thank you!" Leah rolls her eyes and Fatin would hate how endearing she would have found it if she wasn't so caught up in finally, finally, having an orgasm. "When you did that thing with your fingers – Fuck, you have to teach me that next time!"

Fatin shuts her mouth the second she realizes what she said. What she implied.

Leah, however, doesn't even seem fazed. She gets up and starts putting on a shirt, her reply coming through fabric.

"Okay. We’re done here."

She gathers her clothes while Fatin leans against her elbows to half sit up and better admire Leah from the bed. Neither of them say anything about the fact that she's wearing Fatin's shirt instead of her own.

Leah's fully dressed and halfway to the door when she stops and turns to Fatin.

"It doesn’t have to mean anything, but if you ever want my help again then I’m always here for you," Leah says, calmly.

Fatin nods, trying to project that same calmness but inside both her brain and heart agree for once as they break down together.

I told you so, her brain says.

I know, her heart replies, but it was worth it.

And her brain can't even pretend to argue with that.

"Yeah, thanks. Same to you," is what Fatin actually says.

Leah's mouth twitches into a smile. She hovers, for a moment, before taking a step and placing a gentle hand on Fatin's cheek. She stops half a metre away and leans in. They make eye contact and Fatin thinks of all the time she spent staring at the colours of the sky on the island, yet none of those blues could compare to what she's looking at now. Leah pulls Fatin towards her – slowly, carefully – and places a soft kiss on her forehead. She lingers for a second, then another, and a few more.

When she leaves, it's without a word nor a look back. Fatin stays in her spot, too overwhelmed to move. She could stay there for hours, days even –

"Hey, Leah said you’d be in here and- HOLY SHIT WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"

And with that interruption from her best friend, Fatin comes back to the real world –

(or the isolated, fucked up, fantasy, bullshit world Gretchen built for them, at least.)

– and Fatin breaks down.

full disclosure, this was technically written as a prequel to the pilot fic, but it's a very loose connection and you can barely tell so whatever it's a solo thing

#the wilds #leatin #my fics #btch talk #sorry if the (mostly) unmarked dialogue is confusing #but also not sorry at all because i didn't want to write that lol

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years ago

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hellooo! how are you? could you write angst carina x maya x reader where they have a fight over something stupid and r drives off in anger, which leads to them crashing. Eventually r is brought to the hospital and carina is paged to the er and she sees the condition r is in. After that a scene with maya at your hospital bed pls?

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

I have to post this request in two parts again because I wrote too much. Also I let out a small detail because I didn´t know how to write it. I'm sorry! ♥

The caustic stabbing feeling in your stomach, which had been creeping up all afternoon, became more intense the louder the discussion between the three of you got. "I am not overworking, I am fine!" you screamed at Carina and Maya as they watched you start throwing the dirty dishes into the sink in a rage.

The blonde, who was sitting on the couch and nervously fumbling with the thread of her jeans, was protecting herself by silently enduring the consequences of the dispute that had arisen. The brunette on the other hand, tried to address the issue by placing a hand gently on your forearm, trying to calm you down while you unfolded wildly about the latest suspicion that the two had thrown into the room.

You knew exactly, what they were getting at.

For a few weeks, you were hardly at home. Working late into the night and studying hard at the library for your graduation simultaneously, you oscillated between stressful things and barely had any time in between to provide your body and mind with the care it needed.

Of course you knew what you were doing was not healthy, noticing it clearly from the lack of sleep and the resulting dark circles that adorned your tired, lackluster eyes. Throbbing headaches stretching from your temples to your neck, mixed with accompanying dizziness and reduced performance, became commonplace.

"Maybe you should think about quitting your job at the station," suggested Maya, who had spoken up for the first time in this argument. She did not want to see you leave the team, you were an important link that held it together and enabled good cooperation. But she knew from your behavior and your manner how close you were to a breakdown.

Dismayed by the statement thrown in, you tossed the sponge into the sink and braced your lower back against the metal tub. Arms crossed strictly under your chest, you furrowed a brow and pressed your lips into a thin line.

"If you would spend a little less time on the treadmill and instead help get the vehicles back in shape for the next call, I probably would have time to relax between those since you are so worried about my health" you complained immediately.

You were getting tired of having these conversations that always ended up with a discussion. The topic was always present and got on your last nerve. Of course you understood that they only wanted to protect you and keep you safe, but that was absolutely not necessary.

Before the blonde could begin to protest your argumentation, a loud whistle cut through the commotion and ripped through your eardrums. "HEY!" the brunette yelled, making you wince next to her. With a wave of her hand, she indicated that you both should remain quiet before taking up her word once again.

"Stop that crap, arguing does nothing but upset us further and make the situation even worse by one of you both being angry and saying something that you can not undo!" At the end of her announcement, Carina raised her voice a bit while examining you both. You glared at Maya and had to control yourself not to go ballistic.

"Mhmm.." you mumbled and left the room of action to disappear in the direction of the door. You quickly pulled your keys and jacket from their places before you turned back and addressed your last words to the blonde. "Maybe you should consider that your support would also be helpful instead of telling me through the flower that you want me out of your territory"

With these words, the front door slammed shut. Hastily, you ran down the stairs of the apartment complex to your parked car around the corner, which you got into and drove away with no real plan of where to go.

Loud music blared around your ears as you drove through the streets of Seattle, your mind hanging deep into the clouds. The traffic lights were on your sides, allowing you to drive through without hitting the brakes or using the clutch.

It was liberating to experience a moment without any real task, but this feeling did not last. As soon as you crossed the middle of the intersection, you could only see a black jeep from the corner of your eye, which was heading straight for you and had no chance to dodge.

All you could hear was the screeching of the rubber-coated tires on dry asphalt, subsequently, the crushing of heavy metal when your car flew over the intersection and came to rest in a nearby garage. Dust swirled through the air. A frighteningly shrill sound in your ear and throbbing in your right temple were the first things you consciously perceived.

With great effort, you managed to keep your eyes open, though your lids were heavy as lead. You carefully felt the back of your throbbing head with your right hand, while the other managed to support yourself on the console between the two front seats.

You flinched as your fingers slid over the wound. Distraught, you brought it back in front of your blurry vision as you raised your forehead from the steering wheel and looked at your fingertips, dark blood dripping down them.

What had happened?

Your gaze wandered away from them, following the blurred figures rushing wildly around what was still recognizable as a car. A hot wave of panic made its way through your body and made the sweat of fear break out of your pores.

Frantically twitching eyes, scanned the entire environment while your brain tried to process the unfamiliar images. You desperately tried to focus and organize your thoughts, but your awareness has been miserably limited by the darkness looming ahead of you.

It only took seconds for your eyes to close and the world around you to fade away with voices echoing in your ears.

ᕚ---ᕘ

Carina hurried down the hall. The imagine that presented itself was terrifying when she took the first step into a trauma room. "What happened?" she cried through the frantic attempts of desperate help as she disappeared into the crowd that had gathered around you in the small room and reappeared next to Miranda. "Car crash, somebody hit Y/n"

Her light brown eyes scanned the battered body of the woman she truly cared about, which lay still like a statue. Most of your clothes appeared to be covered with clotted blood while your face had bruises and scratches all over. Fleetingly, she perceived the information given by the attending physicians. "Extensive superficial injuries, broken ribs, possible craniocerebral trauma. Internal abdominal injuries,"

She nodded understandingly and leaned towards your face, whose otherwise glassy eyes were closed. Your pink, plump lips were dull and sallow, and matched the pale color of your graying skin. Carina´s breath caught in her throat, she could not breathe. She bit back a cry of horror, only to cover her mouth with her trembling hand.

"Is she..?"

Nobody answered her right away, finding it tough to offer her a promising answer while they fought for your life. Pressing her palms together in a praying gesture, she hoped some higher entity, that she did not necessarily believed in, could hear her and keep you alive.

"Got a weak pulse, she needs to go in. Now!" As soon as those words left the Chief Surgeon´s mouth, Carina scurried to the side with considerable effort to let go of you, letting out a stiffed moan.

She watched as your limp body was rolled out of the room with hurry, blood dripping from your hand onto the floor. The brunette looked after you and frowned, concern and worry washing over her face.

Carina knew that you were a fighter, but she also knew that she could do nothing but hope.

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karatekels · 1 year ago

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Discipline Training - Chapter 1

Hey everyone! I know I haven't posted something fun to read in awhile, and while I'm typing away at TIGmases 9 and 10 I figured I'd give you something to tide you over: MORE unfinished writing!

I'll be posting the first (and currently only) two chapters of my first-ever foray into writing for Terry Silver. Some of you may have followed the links to my Ao3, but I figured I could throw them up here as well. Who knows? Maybe I'll finish this one day!

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Summary: Terry comes home early from a work trip and catches you touching yourself without his permission. He decides to punish train you in the third 'D': Discipline.

TW: Forced/guided masturbation, voyeurism, forced orgasms, consensual dom/sub

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Discipline Training

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act

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Stretching lazily, the cool silk sheets brushing pleasantly against your bare legs, you open your eyes sleepily, taking in the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. You turn over, facing the other side of the bed and smile to yourself, knowing that this would be the last morning that you would be waking up alone for quite awhile. Terry had been away for weeks now, scouting new locations of interest for Dynatox, but he would be home today. It was the longest that you had been apart since the two of you started your relationship months ago, and this was the first time he had gone on a business trip since he had invited – more like insisted – that you move into his mansion. While you were still a bit uncomfortable living in such an extravagant place with people waiting to serve you, this was finally starting to feel like home.

You resolve to get out of bed and get ready for the day, planning to head to the kitchen to request a romantic dinner to celebrate Terry’s return before heading into your walk-in closet to put together something special to wear. You know that Terry will be as desperate to get his hands on you as you are, especially after spending this much time apart, and knew he would appreciate one of the more risqué lingerie sets that you have picked out.

As you roll over to get out of bed, you see that the telephone above your nightstand is blinking at you. Confused as to who would have called while you were sleeping, you pick up the receiver and enter the code to access the voicemail.

*BEEP*

“Hey babe, it’s me. Listen, I know that you were expecting me home today, but I’ve got to stay in Vietnam a little longer. I’m sorry baby, and I hope you aren’t too disappointed. I can’t wait to see you when I get back – I love you.”

*BEEP*

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hang up the receiver and flop back on the bed. Terry worked hard, yes, and you were so, so proud of him, but… you had been so looking forward to seeing him tonight. For weeks you had been counting down the days, putting up with stress at work and coming home to the empty Ennis House night after night. You’d been so good, following all of Terry’s rules. Thinking back to the day that he had asked you to move in with him, you blush as you think about what else he had asked of you that day…

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You had only agreed to move in with him fifteen minutes ago, but he had already tasked Margaret with putting together a team of movers to get your things to his place by the end of the day. You were in a limo on your way over to his mansion – soon to be your home, you think to yourself with a giddy feeling – and Terry is practically bouncing with glee in the seat next to you, his large frame radiating happiness. You smile up at him, adoring how open he was being, and he catches your eye and gives you a lopsided grin before he suddenly stops, looking down at you with a serious expression.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” you ask, still not completely used to how quickly Terry’s emotions shifted. He reaches one hand behind his head, giving his dark ponytail a tug, a nervous, self-conscious habit of his that he did around those he was comfortable with.

“I… I wanted to ask you something else today, babe, but it’s a little out there, and I don’t want to pressure you or anything,” he begins, and it’s so strange to see him looking this vulnerable. You reach out and put a hand on his, smiling up at him warmly.

“Ask me, Terry. We’re going to be living together, you should be able to talk to me about anything!”

“Well, that’s the thing, Y/N. You moving in with me feels like I’m really making you mine, y’know? And I kind of want to take that to the next level…” he trails off, and his mercurial moods continue as he looks into your eyes now with incredibly intense lust. You find yourself reflexively leaning into him and licking your lips, utterly hypnotized by this man.

“What do you mean, love?” you ask, your voice coming out husky despite yourself.

“What I mean,” he continues, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “is that I want to own everything, Y/N. You’re going to live with me, and I want to take care of you in every way, give you the best of everything. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel good, and I want it to be only me that makes you feel that way,” his tongue curls around the shell of your ear, making you shudder against him. “I want to own your body, Y/N, your pleasure. Every orgasm you have will be because I tell you to come. Let me have you, baby. Let me have all of you.”

Sweet fuck, this man was going to have you moaning his name through words alone. In the moment, you may have answered too quickly, but in the months that followed you never found yourself regretting your response.

“Yes, God yes, Terry. I’m all yours.”

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And you had kept that promise the entire time that Terry had been gone, though it hadn’t exactly been easy. You and Terry both had rather voracious sexual appetites, and to go from having sex at least once a day to abstaining completely for weeks has had you going crazy, but you had done it for him. You bury your face in a pillow in frustration, noting that Terry’s scent still permeated the pillowcase regardless of how many times the housekeeper washed the sheets. Everything about Terry was completely intoxicating to you, and you feel your body relax despite yourself just from catching that whiff of his cologne.

Thinking about the last time you and Terry had been in this bed together, you bite your lip. You had waited almost a month, and been so good… and Terry would never know, right? You look around the room guiltily for a moment, before grinning a little to yourself. You deserved to feel good, and giving yourself just one orgasm would be just the thing to get over the disappointment of having to wait longer for Terry’s return. You quickly strip off your pyjamas and lay back on the bed, getting comfortable on the silk sheets. As you start massaging your breasts, your head falls back further on your pillow and your eyes flutter closed. You tweak one of your nipples firmly and your breath hitches as you try to imagine Terry touching you; ever since the first time he had touched you like this, nothing you did to yourself had been able to compare.

Remembering the feeling of Terry’s hands on you – firm, but gentle, and hinting at the strength he was capable of unleashing if he chose – you trail one of your hands down your stomach and past your abdomen to your pussy. Spreading your legs wide, your fingers immediately go to your clit, moving quickly in circles just as you liked. Just the thought of Terry fucking you has you so wet already and wanting to come desperately. You bite your lip, panting heavily now as you work to get yourself off. You feel your climax quickly approaching, but just as the blood starts to rush in your ears, you moan softly, and as you inhale again, you suddenly detect the taste of tobacco on your tongue. Terry?

You stop touching yourself immediately and sit up, opening your eyes and looking over to the bedroom door, which has remained closed. You let out a breathy laugh mixed with a sigh of relief, feeling silly for being so paranoid.

“So, you thought you could break my rules and get away with it, huh?”

You yelp and jump up in a panic at the sound of the voice. You would know that deep tenor anywhere. Sure enough, Terry Silver is sitting on one of the small chairs from your walk-in closet, moved into the corner of the room. How had you not heard him?

Calming your breathing, you give him a shaky smile.

“Terry! You’re home today after all, I’m so glad to se-”

“Don’t. Even. Try it.” Terry growls lowly, his piercing eyes pinning you in place. While his face is intense and predatory, the rest of his body is perfectly at ease. He’s dressed in one of his perfectly tailored suits, his tie loose but not too casual, and he’s sat back with one leg crossed over the other, casually smoking a cigar.

“I’m sorry, Terry! I really tried not to – I haven’t touched myself at all until just now, and I just wanted to feel better because I was so disappointed that you weren’t going to be here…” You trail off, and, feeling incredibly exposed, you reach down to pull up the sheet to cover yourself, your eyes never leaving his face. But even with your eyes locked onto him, your senses are too slow to detect his movement as he lunges at you, yanking the sheet away from you and looming over you even as he sits up on the bed on his knees.

“How many times,” he begins, practically whispering as he exhales, the cigar smoke swirling around you both as if it was trapping you two together, “do I have to remind you of the three D’s, huh babe?” He grins wolfishly around the cigar, suggesting that he knows his words are silly and just daring you to laugh at them. You don’t, biting your tongue to keep yourself from making a sound.

“Desire. Devotion. Discipline. The first two you have, yeah, but discipline? It still seems like you’re struggling with that, even after all of our training. But I’m here for you, baby,” he croons, oh-so gentle, but you’re still captivated by his gaze. “Let me help you get some discipline.”

Quick as a flash, he’s lounging back in his chair, eyes flashing at you through the haze of smoke.

“Start again,” comes the command, and you find yourself able to move – and breathe – again as he gives you this bit of distance.

“W-what?” you ask, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. He chuckles darkly.

“You can’t seem to keep yourself from getting off, so we’re going to teach you some discipline another way, baby. You’re going to play with that pretty pussy for me and not stop until I tell you to.” Your knees clench together reflexively. Sure, you and Terry were pretty kinky together, but this was something new altogether.

“Terry, baby, I’m not sure if I-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I think three orgasms will be sufficient training for the day. Three orgasms for the 3 D’s, yeah?” he laughs briefly at his own joke, but his eyes are shining with intense lust. “Get to it, babe,” he reclines in the chair, looking completely at ease once more. “Put on a show for me.”

Mr. Oral Fixation over here...

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Chapter 2

[Future Parts will be updated here if I ever finish this!]

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #terry silver x reader #kk3 #the karate kid 3 #karate kid #smut

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themaladaptivewriter12 · 1 year ago

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Title: Break

Part 6 of my “Cray-Cray for Cater” series! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5 can be found here!

Parings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

With fall break finally here, Mirai is once again reminded of his place within this world. But maybe, just maybe, it won't be that bad after all?

cw: Kinda spicy? Nothing explicit but I wanna just throw that out there. Biting, love bites, heavy kissing, literal sleeping together. Let me know if the rating should change.

a/n: I don't hate Cater's family, but I'm going for this medium between them trying to fix their behavior towards each other, but it's like, not enough. They are such a grey area for us, yet so impactful on Cater's character.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! (─‿‿─)♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

It was fall break at Night Raven College and because of that, everyone was going home for a week. Mirai was kinda bummed about that, not that he really missed home that much, but things like that really made him remember how much of an outsider he really was, how much he didn’t belong there at Night Raven College. He didn’t have a place to call his own. No house to go back to, no friends, no family, absolutely nothing. All he had was Ramshackle, but even that was superficial. He could lose it all at the very whim of their oh so “benevolent” Headmage, or when he eventually had to “graduate” from Night Raven College. Then where would he be? He couldn’t stay here forever. He’d be way too old to even live on campus, it would be just plain weird, and worse case scenario, he’d have to stay there forever and become the college campus legend. “Student of Night Raven College that never left” they’d say. He’d eventually grow old and die in the Ramshackle Dorm and become one of the ghosts, haunting the Dorm forevermore. Okay, maybe that was a stretch, but Mirai was too deep in his head to use common sense.

And if he did leave, where would he be able to go? Where would he live? How would he even survive in a world totally different from his own? Just the very thought of that was beginning to stress Mirai out as he wandered the dorm, alone. Even Grim left, not even telling Mirai where he was going, Mirai just hoped that the little monster cat didn’t stay out too late. Grim came in and out as he pleased, getting food, and going to sleep where he saw fit, but then he was out again. And when Mirai asked what he was up to, he wouldn’t say. All he said was that he was on a “mission to greaten his magic prowess,” whatever that meant. Mirai couldn’t phantom what the cat was up to, but he hoped he wasn’t getting into any trouble, that was the last thing Mirai needed.

Mirai sighed to himself as he made his way back to the lounge. He had cleaned thoroughly, washing the bed linen, washing his clothes, dusting, sweeping, mopping, and he even maintained the outside of the dorm for once. He cut the grass, weeded the garden, and watered the plants. He washed the windows, cleaned the rain gutters, swept the stairs, raked the leaves, and even maintained the gargoyles exactly how Malleus taught him to do. Of course all of that took a while to complete, three days to be exact, but he still had about a week of loneliness to go.

If this had been a few months ago, this loneliness wouldn’t have bothered him one bit. He’d be back in America, working from sunup to sundown, eating takeout, catching a late night showing on tv before going to sleep, wherever that was, and then repeating the dull, life draining process in the morning. A few months ago he wouldn’t have missed the hustle and bustle of the college, he wouldn’t had missed Ace and Deuce’s bickering, Riddle’s rule enforcing rampages, Azul’s food at Mostro Lounge, Ruggie’s snickering as he messed with Leona, Kalim’s joyous attitude, Rook’s dramatic way of speaking, Ortho’s childlike wonder, and or Malleus’ random visits. Of course he wouldn’t have missed any of this a few months ago, he wouldn’t have known any better, but now? It was a heavy cloud over his head, and a heavy weight on his shoulders and heart.

And mostly, Mirai missed Cater. He missed Cater’s Magicam photoshoots, Cater’s playful demeanor, and their late night talks. He missed Cater’s hugs, his kisses, the doting nature Cater had when it came to him, he missed everything about Cater. Mirai was berating himself for acting like a lovesick puppy. He could handle not being with his boyfriend for more than two days, but Mirai supposed it was due to the fact he knew that the redhead wouldn’t be back for another seven days.

Mirai grumbled around his leftover spaghetti, sighing as he checked his phone for any messages from his friends, there were none. Cater had promised to call him to check up on him, all of the guys did, knowing his situation, but not one of them did, well, not yet at least. And Mirai really didn’t want to call them, he didn’t want to be a bother while they all were trying to enjoy their break with their families, and especially not just for something trivial as small talk. But Mirai couldn’t help but feel sad and angry. Sad and angry that the guys had forgotten about him, but also sad and angry at himself for even feeling that way. He felt clingy, and he suspected that it was because he knew, in reality, that he truly was alone. Mirai sighed again as he checked Cater’s Magicam page. Cater hadn’t even posted, which surprised Mirai. Cater posted about everything, no matter how small it was. He was hoping to see a little more of his boyfriend’s life, and if not, then just hear his voice through a post or see a more recent picture of his face.

Mirai got up from the kitchen table and put his bowl in the sink, not even bothering to clean it like he usually did, but he did have half the mind to rinse it first. Dragging his feet as he shut off all the lights, Mirai made his way upstairs for the night. A depressing mood hung over him like a fog as he showered, brushed his teeth, and changed into his pajamas, taking off his prosthetic, and by the time Mirai was plugging in his phone and crawling into bed, he was biting his lip, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Mirai threw himself into his pillow, pulling his blanket over himself as sobs escaped his lips, chest heaving. He was lonely and he hated it, hated being so weak and clingy, hated the fact that he felt like this and he couldn’t fix it. He wanted a hug, he wanted someone to talk to, he wanted Cater.

Mirai didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, but woke up to his phone blaring on his bedside table. His pillow was wet, a huge dark spot where his head lay, his eyes stung, burning from crying before he fell asleep, and his eyelids lids stuck together from his dried tears. Mirai wiped his eyes, reaching for his phone. The time read three in the morning, it was nowhere near the time for him to get up. So why was his phone going off? Mirai checked his notifications, heart skipping as he read that he had three missed calls from Cater, one not even five minutes ago. Why would Cater be calling him so late? Maybe there was a time difference between the Shaftlands and Night Raven College? But even still, Cater should know that, so why would he call so late into the night? Mirai was debating if he should call back or just wait until the morning when his phone rang again. Mirai quickly swiped right, putting the phone to his ear, answering.

“Hello?” Mirai called, flinching at how raspy his voice sounded from crying and sleep.

“Hey Mi-Mi,” Cater greeted, sounding guilty, “I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“It’s okay,” Mirai reassured, clearing his throat a little, “I don’t mind.”

He really didn’t. Mirai couldn’t describe the relief he felt just from hearing Cater’s voice. He’d wake up any day at any time to talk to Cater. He was so happy that he almost wanted to cry again, but he refused, his eyes already burning from earlier.

“S-So what’s up?” Cater asked, “How’s your break been?”

Cater was being weird, but Mirai ignored it for now, going along with what Cater was trying to hide. “I did a whole bunch of cleaning,” Mirai sighed into the phone, “My body hurts so bad, I might as well have been taking supplementary lessons from Coach Vargas.”

Cater chuckled, his laugh sound too stressed, too dry to be truly genuine, “You poor thing. You should be relaxing, not working yourself so hard. We’re on break after all.”

“Might as well get it out the way now rather than later. But now I have the whole week to relax.”

“That’s good. Don’t work yourself too hard, ‘kay?”

“Mn,” Mirai hummed.

There was silence, neither of them saying anything for a long while.

“So,” Mirai started, “Is there like a time difference between here and the Shaftlands? ‘Cus it’s three in the morning.”

“O-Oh, yeah. A little,” Cater stuttered, “I must be ruining your sleep. I-I’ll, I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“Cater?”

“‘Sup?”

“What’s wrong?” Mirai asked, done pretending that he didn’t notice his boyfriend's mood.

“I-I-I don’t, I’m not, I-”

“Cater? What’s wrong?” Mirai asked firmly.

“I’m, I’m outside,” Cater whispered.

“What?!”

Mirai dropped his phone, rushing out of bed, not caring that he was only in one of Cater’s shirts and a pair of cotton boxers. Mirai twisted the lock and ripped the door open, looking around until his green eyes finally found Cater’s curled form sitting next to the door. Cater looked up from where his phone was on the ground next to him, eyes meeting Mirai’s as he forced a smile.

“Cater,” Marai gasped.

“H-Hey, Babe,” Cater stuttered.

“C’mere,” Mirai breathed, “C’mere.”

Cater staggered as he got up, ending the call and pocketing his phone to grab his luggage. Mirai let Cater in, and just as he shut the door, twisting the lock back in place, Cater was pulling the Ramshackle Prefect into his arms, squeezing him in a desperate embrace.

“Oh Cater, you’re cold,” Mirai sighed softly.

“I-I’m fine,” Cater whispered, shivering, voice sounding broken.

“Come sit, come sit.”

Mirai pulled Cater to the lounge, turning on one of the lamps and he sat Cater down. As Mirai pulled away, Cater grabbed his wrist in a desperate attempt to keep him close.

“Please don’t go,” Cater begged, “Please.”

Mirai got a good look at Cater and his heart shattered. His usual cheerful face was sullen, dark bags under red rimmed eyes that were void of their usual brightness. His smile was replaced with a deep frown, he looked miserable.

“C’mon,” Mirai said, forgoing his thoughts on tea. Clearly it wasn’t what Cater needed at the moment.

Cater grabbed his things, shutting off the lights, following Mirai up to his room.

“Make yourself at home,” Mirai said, turning on the heat.

Cater nodded, grabbing some clothes to change into and entered the bathroom. Mirai waited, nervous energy building up inside him. He had so many questions, but knew he had to take everything slowly, one step at a time, lest he wanted to overwhelm Cater, who already looked to be on the verge of a breakdown. Cater excited the bathroom, clad in his pajamas. He looked nervous like he didn’t know what to do with himself, teetering back and forth on his feet.

“Come sit,” Mirai beckoned.

Cater stuffed his clothes away and sat on the bed. He didn’t say anything, he just stared into the dim corner of the room like it held all the world's answers. Mirai didn’t know what to do, what to say, but he was gonna try.

“Hey,” Mirai said softly, sitting on the bed next to Cater, “We can do whatever you want to do.”

Cater nodded slowly, still not looking Mirai’s way.

They sat shoulder to shoulder, and Mirai grabbed Cater’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He wanted to give Cater a chance to speak, to say anything. Even if it was one of the stupidest things Mirai would ever hear in his life, he would wait. But when their silence dragged on too long, Mirai knew he had to take it step by step.

“Do you wanna talk now, or sleep?” Mirai asked after some time.

“Sleep,” Cater croaked out, “please.”

“Okay, we can do that.”

Mirai crawled up to the top of the bed, flipping his tear stained pillow over, and pulled back the cover to let him in. Cater crawled up next to him and scooted under the covers, pulling them over himself. Mirai scooted closer, slowly wrapping his arm around the older male, giving him a chance to pull back if he wanted to. He didn’t. Cater accepted the cuddle, pulling Mirai closer, pressing his face into Mirai’s chest.

“Sweet dreams, Cater,” Mirai whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Cater’s head.

Cater didn’t respond as he pressed himself further into Mirai’s embrace.

Mirai woke up, the sun blaring through the curtains of his floor to ceiling windows. Mirai groaned, hiding his face into his pillow, but instead, his nose was filled with ticklish strands of orange hair. Mirai reeled back, nose tingling with a sneeze. Once the tingling stopped, Mirai looked down, and giggled. Sometime that night, Mirai and Cater rolled over, and now Cater was hugging a pillow as Mirai held him. Mirai found the sight amusing. But then again, there was something about holding Cater like this that made Mirai’s heart warm. Mirai wanted to be someone Cater could lean on when he needed to, and as sappy as it sounded, he sometimes wanted to protect the older male from the harshness of the world, taking the damage for him like a shield. He knew he really couldn’t do that, since everyone had their own wars to fight, but that also didn’t mean either of them didn’t have to do so alone. So just holding Cater like this was enough.

Mirai reached up and pulled Cater’s hair out of his face and behind his ear, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of his head. Mirai would lie here as long as he had until Cater woke, he didn’t mind one bit. Mirai began carding his fingers through Cater’s hair softly, pulling thick orange strands back against his head, blunt fingernails scratching at his scalp.

“Mn, that feels good,” Cater sighed, voice raspy from sleep.

Mirai chuckled, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I wake you?”

“No.”

There was silence after that, and both of them didn’t know how to break it. Mirai tried to peer over at Cater’s face, but he couldn’t, not without jostling them from their comfortable position.

“You hungry?” Mirai asked after some time.

“Mn.”

“How about you go shower and I go make breakfast? How do omelets and pancakes sound?” Mirai asked.

Cater just nodded, yawning into his pillow.

“Okay.”

Mirai scooted backwards, releasing Cater from his embrace, and Cater immediately turned around, chasing after the Ramshackle Prefect. Mirai entered the bathroom to brush his teeth, and Cater followed doing the same, the both of them standing shoulder to shoulder. They both looked a mess. Their eyes were tired and puffy, lined with sleep, their faces were red, marked from their pillows, and their hair tangled and all over the place. Mirai laughed, trying not to spit toothpaste on the mirror as they fought for sink space. Cater nudged him with his elbow and Mirai nudged him back. Cater chuckled around his toothbrush, bumping Mirai back with his shoulder. They were being childish, they both knew, but they didn’t care, the mood definitely better than last night.

Mirai washed his face, scrubbing at his skin, ridding himself of the night's filth. Mirai blindly reached for his towel, drying his face, and when he checked his appearance in the mirror, looking for any residue soap, he caught Cater’s reflection. He was standing behind him in nothing but his black cotton boxers as he turned on the shower faucet. Mirai’s green eyes raked over Cater’s lean body, his thin waist, his smooth skin, his soft muscle. Mirai looked up and over his shoulders, to his neck, and face, where he met Cater’s green eyes staring back at him, a knowing smirk on his lips.

“Naughty little Mi-Mi,” Cater teased, walking over to Mirai, “checking me out like that.”

“I mean,” Mirai said with smug thoughtfulness, “the view is nice.”

Cater chuckled, the sound echoing off the tile of the bathroom, “Yeah? And what was Mi-Mi thinking about when he was looking at little ol’ me?”

“Secret.”

“You’re a dirty little thing,” Cater sang, smacking Mirai on the rear.

Mirai gasped, face flushed with a pout. He supposed he deserved it, for he was unabashedly staring at his boyfriends semi naked form.

“Don’t pout, Babe,” Cater cooed, wrapping his arms around Mirai, voice dropping to a sultry octave, “or I may have to bite those pretty little lips of yours.”

Mirai flushed even more, if that was even possible, face hot as he gasped at their close proximity, and Cater’s state of undress.

“Sh-Shower! Shower,” Mirai commanded, shoving Cater towards the tub.

Cater laughed, throwing his head back, “Mi-Mi’s embarrassed! #Cute!”

Mirai pouted, flicking Cater on the shoulder blade.

“Ow,” Cater complained playfully, “Okay, okay, I’m going.”

“You do that, you dummy,” Mirai huffed, marching out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Mirai busied himself with putting on his prosthetic, changing the bed linen, and putting on some pants, as he waited for the flush on his cheeks to die down. After he finished, Mirai made his way to find Grim. He was asleep in the lounge.

“You want food, Grim?” Mirai asked.

Grim instantly woke up, little pink tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Yeah, what are we having?”

“Pancakes and omelets.”

“Oh, add bacon to mine!”

“Alright,” Mirai chuckled. “Go wash up, yeah?”

“Don’t wanna,” Grim pouted petulantly.

Mirai gave Grim a look, a look that said ‘you get nothing if you don’t wash up,’ and Grim deflated, grumbling as he made his way upstairs.

Mirai was on his fifth omelet when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

“That looks good,” Cater muttered, kissing the back of Mirai’s head.

“Thanks,” Mirai said, his free hand coming up to hold Cater’s.

They stood in their embrace, Cater humming occasionally as he began to rock back and forth, moving the Prefect with him. Cater was warm from his shower, skin and hair still a little damp.

“Could you set the table? The pancakes and the hashbrowns are already done.”

“Mh hm.”

Cater set the table, placing the decent sized stack of pancakes in the middle of the table along with two cups, a bottle of orange juice and a stack of napkins. By the time Cater was done, placing down the last fork, Mirai was done with the last Omelet, plating it on the empty plate.

“Here,” Mirai said, placing the plate in front of the seat Cater was standing behind.

“TYSM,” Cater smiled, sitting down.

“Grim,” Mirai called, “Breakfast!”

Little thumps were heard, and soon, Grim was scurrying into the kitchen. “Thanks, Hench-human,” Grim said, taking his plate.

And as soon as he was in, he was out again.

“Where’s he going?” Cater chuckled.

“To his room,” Mirai said. “He has been up to something recently, and has holed himself up in his room. I don’t care as long as he cleans up, and doesn’t cause me any trouble.”

“Oh.”

Cater and Mirai served themselves. Mirai took a couple of pancakes, adding a load of butter and syrup. Cater on the other hand opted to just eat his omelet with some bacon and the hashbrowns Mirai had made. As they ate, they chatted about everything, school, tv shows, the weather, anything to fill the silence. But as they did, Mirai knew that they really needed to talk about what had happened last night. Mirai had so many questions, like why and how Cater ended up on his doorstep, how long had he been sitting there, why had he looked like he had been crying? But he wanted to give Cater time and the chance to eat before he brought the topic up again. And Mirai had noticed another thing, Cater hadn’t picked up his phone since they woke up. It wasn’t even on his person, it was upstairs somewhere. Cater never wasn’t without his phone, he was almost always either posting on his Magicam or checking his feed. There was never a moment Cater wasn’t seen without it.

As they finished their food, Cater began to fidget in his seat, a guilty countenance set upon his face. Mirai felt bad, he knew that Cater knew that they were gonna have to have that conversation, and he hated the fact that he was the one that was causing it. Mirai got up, washing his dishes and everything he used to cook with, and Cater joined his side not long after.

“Wanna go back upstairs, or do you wanna stay down here?” Mirai asked, taking off his rubber gloves.

“Upstairs,” Cater answered.

Back in his room, Mirai crawled atop the bed, sitting up against the headboard, reaching a hand out. Cater crawled in after him, situating himself in Mirai’s arms for a cuddle.

“Wanna talk about last night?” Mirai finally asked with a sigh, not wanting to upset Cater anymore than what he was now.

“I really don’t want to, but I know it’s better that I do,” Cater sighed.

“I’m not forcing you,” Mirai soothed, rubbing Cater’s back. “I’m just concerned.”

“I know. That’s why it’s better if I explain.”

“Okay.”

Cater sighed, burying his face into Mirai’s shirt, hands clutching at the fabric on Mirai’s back. “I got in a fight with my mother.”

Mirai didn’t say anything, but he held Cater tighter in reassurance.

“I normally don’t go home for break, making excuses on why I can’t make it, why I can’t spend it with them, and then I go and spend it with Trey. But I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, so I decided to go home, since I haven’t been in a while.”

Mirai hummed to let Cater know he was listening.

“When I got home, my mother wasn’t happy. She started yelling at me about how I was never home, and that I should’ve never left for school like my father had urged me to, if I wasn't gonna come home. I mean, I deserve that one, but I don’t miss home at all. And of course my sisters had all kinds of things they wanted me to wear, and all kinds of sweets they wanted me to try. And I couldn’t say no, I’m not allowed to,” Cater rasped, voice was straining as he spoke, trying not to cry as he retold what had happened. “It all became all too overstimulating too fast. I wanted to tear apart all the frilly and lacy outfits my sisters made me wear for them, because my clothes were “so not cute.” I wanted to shout back at my mother as she picked apart my wardrobe, as she berated me for my grades, for the way I spoke, for the way my hair was styled, for what I was posting on my Magicam.”

“Cater,” Mirai breathed, holding the older male’s shaking form even tighter.

“I wanted to throw up with the amount of cake I was forced to eat, all the cookies I wished I could change the flavor of, and I did, I forced myself to, and I did,” Cater admitted, hiccuping a sob into Mirai’s shirt.

Mirai felt horrible. While he was here, upsetting himself over something small, petty even, for missing his boyfriend, wallowing in self pity, Cater was suffering, fighting his own wars on his own home front. Mirai felt choked up, tears threatening to fall as Cater spoke.

“I miss, I miss my father,” Cater cried, “He, He never made me do anything, b-but he’s never home. I-I mean, it was never a better situation, and I-I know they’re trying, b-but what’s it matter if, if they never truly ask what I want? A-And last night, my sisters found out that you were my boyfriend.”

Cater was now crying, tears soaking Mirai’s shirt, chest heaving from his sobbing, and Mirai was crying tears of his own as he rubbed Cater’s back, trying to sooth his boyfriend.

“We somehow g-got on the topic of partners and marriage. My sisters wanted t-to hook me up with one of their friend’s li-little sisters, when I told them I was seeing someone. They asked why I c-couldn’t be with someone c-cuter, s-someone like Vil Schoenheit, someone w-who wasn’t so ugly, so, so hideous,” Cater stuttered, as he cried, his voice taking an angered tone. “I was so angry with t-them that I screamed at them, I screamed at m-my sisters, at my own mother. They don’t know you! They don’t know you like I do, so how could t-they say such things?! And, and the thing is, they do. They always do and they always did. And, and b-before I knew it, I-I was storming out of the house with my things in hand.”

Cater gasped a breath before continuing, “I didn’t know where to go, I didn’t have anywhere to go. But then I remembered that you were still here, so I came back here. And by the time I got here it was so late, and I really didn’t want to wake you. But I didn’t know what else to do so I called, hoping you’d wake up, and you did, I’m so glad you did.”

Cater sat up, his form looming over Mirai’s as he grabbed the Prefect’s wet and blotchy face between his hands.

“Cater?” Mirai called, voice quivering with tears.

Cater didn’t know what these feelings were, but he wanted to try. Cater Diamond didn’t fall in love, everyone fell in love with him. He was never one for long lasting relationships, never one for sappy words that came from the heart. He just liked to play his cards right with the next pretty face, and when they broke it off, he found someone else. But Mirai was different, so much different, and he didn’t want to miss his chance. Before Cater could stop them, the words he’d been keeping close to his heart came tumbling free.

“I love you,” Cater confessed, voice warbling, “I love you so much.”

Cater’s face was wet, flushed red from his crying, his green eyes were bloodshot, and swollen, his lips red and abused from biting them. Mirai’s whole world seemed to slow at those words, eyes widening as it all sank in. Mirai was stunned silent, voice caught in his throat, a garbled noise emitting from his lips as he tried to say something, anything. After a while Cater’s eyes widened in realization of what he just had confessed, color draining from his face.

“A-Ah,” Cater gasped, shooting up, sheer panic coloring his face, “I, wait, I, no, I didn’t mean, wait, no, I meant it but I didn’t mean to say it-ugh! Way to go, Cay-Cay, talk about #Lame.”

Cater ran his fingers through his bright orange curls, exasperated. His freckled cheeks were beet red, his eyes looking anywhere but Mirai as he sighed. Mirai stared at Cater, mind still reeling. Mirai reached forward and slowly pulled Cater to face him. Cater looked up confused, and before he could ask, Mirai was smashing their lips together. Cater staggered, surprised, but melted quickly after, deepening the kiss with a sigh. It hurt a bit, their lips colliding with a clash of teeth, but neither of them stopped, neither of them cared.

Mirai pulled back, holding Cater’s face in his hands. “I love you too,” Mirai whispered, teary green eyes steely and serious, yet so soft and full of love, “I love you.”

Cater chuckled breathily, and Mirai thumbed away the tears as they started to fall down Cater’s face again.

Mirai and Cater lie together, basking in the afternoon sun beaming through Ramshackle’s floor to ceiling windows. Mirai lay above Cater, his chin resting atop Cater’s head, and as always, Mirai was playing in Cater’s hair, fingers scratching at the base of his neck. Cater lay below him, head lying halfway on Mirai’s chest, their legs tangled together. One of Cater’s feet was rubbing at the back of Mirai’s calf, and sometime during their cuddling, one of Cater’s hands found its way under Mirai’s shirt, his fingers flittering up to his ribcage and back down, his thumb rubbing small mindless patterns into the dip in his hip.

“Why were you crying last night?” Cater asked, pressing his face into Mirai’s neck.

“Crying?” Mirai asked befuddled, “I wasn’t crying.”

“Your face was really puffy, and your eyes were red, so I thought you had been crying.”

“O-Oh.”

Cater sat up, looking his lover in the face, “So you were crying.”

“It, it was nothing important,” Mirai huffed, looking away from Cater.

“It is, if it made you cry.”

“But it’s not important now.”

“How is it not?”

“Be-Because, because you’re here now! So it’s fine,” Mirai flushed, covering his face with his hands.

“Eh?” Cater huffed, reaching down to pull Mirai’s hands from his face. “What do you mean because ‘I’m here now?’ I don’t get it. And stop hiding.”

“Be-Because,” Mirai stuttered, “I-I-I missed you! I missed you and me and my stupid separation anxiety was being a big baby about it because I was lonely!”

Cater’s fight left him at Mirai’s words, a small smile gracing his lips, “You could’ve called me.”

“And be that overbearingly annoying clingy boyfriend? No way! Hard pass! No thanks!”

“You could never be any of those things to me,” Cater cooed, kissing Mirai on the nose.

Mirai grumbled, hiding his face again.

“Don’t pout,” Cater cooed, leaning down to whisper in Mirai’s ear, “You know what happens when you pout.”

“Cat-ah! S-stop!”

Mirai laughed as Cater ran his fingers across a particularly ticklish spot on his stomach. Cater chuckled, pulling the Prefect’s shirt up his chest, and ran his fingers all over Mirai’s stomach. Mirai was cackling, tears in his eyes as he tried to fight off Cater’s attack.

“O-Okay! Okay,” Mirai laughed, “I yield! I g-give! I’m sorry!”

Cater ceased his attack, giggling as Mirai continued to scoot away from him.

Cater stared at Mirai, taking in the sight of his lover in the afternoon light. Mirai’s pale blonde hair was haloed around his head reflecting the sun, his freckles that littered his warm pale skin that was flushed a bit from laughing, the dark eye bags that never seemed to fade, his vivid green eye and the scars that marred his face. Cater felt warmth in the pit of his chest, so much that it almost hurt.

“What?” Mirai asked fondly, “What is it?”

“I really am in love with you,” Cater whispered.

“So I’ve heard,” Mirai chuckled, “But yeah, I’m in love with you too.”

Cater leaned down, holding Mirai’s face in his hands, their noses touching with their closeness. Cater hummed happily as he pressed his lips against Mirai’s in a chaste kiss. Mirai breathed a laugh, leaning up to kiss Cater back. After a while their sweet kisses turned into something more as Cater deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past the Prefect’s lips. Mirai whined, opening his mouth to let Cater in, his tongue chasing Cater’s. Cater groaned, pressing his body closer, his hands snaking up Mirai’s shirt, feeling their way up his lover’s torso. Mirai was whining loudly as Cater’s hands rubbed, pinched and pulled at the skin on his hips. And when Cater’s tongue ran across the roof of his mouth, Mirai was moaning, back arching. They parted, lips smacking, and Cater continued his assault down Mirai’s neck, kissing, biting and sucking wherever he could.

“Bite me,” Mirai breathed, “Bite me harder.”

Cater groaned, latching on to the skin where Mirai’s shoulder and neck met, biting down hard. Mirai gasped, arching up into Cater, hands scrambling for purchase on the back of Cater’s shirt as he continued to abuse the spot, sucking and licking a big dark mark into his skin. Cater let go, licking the mark one last time before sitting up to look down at Mirai. The Ramshackle Prefect’s face was flushed a lovely red, lips swollen and wet. His hair was disheveled and so was his shirt, all crumpled, riding up his heaving chest, his eyes were clouded with heat, and on his neck was the mark, already starting to bruise, pretty against his pale flushed skin.

“Oh, that’s a good look on you,” Cater practically groaned, breathing haggard, “Wanna take a pic so bad.”

“Only if you let me mark you too,” Mirai smirked.

Cater reached for his phone that was on the bedside table and booted it up. Once it powered on, Cater was immediately spammed with a bunch of messages. Cater’s face fell for a couple of seconds as he fiddled with the device, and if Mirai could guess, he probably was clearing out the messages from his Mother and sisters.

“Come here, Baby,” Cater beckoned with a sly smile.

Mirai crawled up to where Cater was, allowing Cater to move him around for the picture. They ended up lying down, facing each other. Mirai’s face was pressed up into Cater’s neck, face hidden, both of them with their arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled together.

“Bite me,” Cater breathed, holding his phone above the two of them.

“Y-You’re gonna take it with me b-biting you?” Mirai stuttered, face flushing red.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I-I don’t mind.”

“Alright, cool. Whenever you’re ready.”

Mirai moved closer to Cater, trying to find a good spot to bite.

“This good?” Mirai muttered.

“Yeah, that’s good. Perfect.” Cater sighed.

Mirai took a breath before latching his mouth onto Cater’s neck. He took to an experimental bite, trying to feel how Cater would react.

Cater sighed with a gasp, the hand under his shirt gripping his waist a little harder.

“Harder,” Cater begged.

Mirai whined, biting harder, relishing in the way Cater moaned loudly when he bit harder, sucking on his skin. He tasted like soap, his soap, and he smelled like it too, but underneath all of that, he still smelled distinctly like Cater, crisp, clean, and spicy. Cater twitched and shivered in his hold as Mirai continued to suck on his neck. No longer taking pictures, Cater relaxed in Mirai’s hold, gasping and moaning as Mirai continued to suck on his neck.

“M-More,” Cater gasped, “Again. Pl-Please.”

Mirai let go and moved atop Cater, pushing the strawberry blonde onto his back.

“Oh?” Cater teased breathily, “Someone’s feisty.”

Mirai smirked as he got comfortable on Cater’s hips, hands pressing down on Cater’s chest as he leaned down, lips ghosting against Cater’s as he spoke, “You like it though.”

“I do,” Cater whispered back, pecking Mirai on the lips.

Mirai picked a spot on Cater’s collar bone, kissing the spot before latching on and biting down. Cater moaned, the sound rattling in his chest as his back arched, his hands coming up to hold Mirai’s hips, his head thrashing to the right. Mirai whined, sucking harder at his neck.

“K-Keep, keep going,” Cater gasped.

Mirai hummed, pulling down Cater’s shirt collar to suck a new mark high on his chest.

“So good for me, Baby,” Cater cooed breathily.

Mirai continued his loving assault on Cater’s neck, the both of them lost in the feeling of each other. Mirai gave a particularly hard suck on Cater’s jaw right below his ear, and Cater let out a keening whimper high in his throat, back arching, his hips grinding up into Mirai’s, and Mirai unconsciously returned the action, the both of them moaning out at the contact.

They both froze, hearts hammering in their chests. Mirai pulled back, green eyes wide, face crimson as he looked down at Cater below him. Cater’s appearance wasn’t better off at all, he looked utterly debauched. His green eyes were glazed over, lips wet and red, face flushed red down past his shirt collar, and his neck littered with love bites, red and bruising against his honey skin. None of them said a word, staring at each other, not knowing what to say or do.

After a couple of moments of awkward silence, Mirai spoke, stammering, “So, how does, how does Ramen sound for dinner?”

Mirai boiled some ramen noodles as Cater played some pop music on his bluetooth speaker, dancing around the kitchen as he scrolled on his phone. Mirai laughed as Cater inched his way over to Mirai, hips swaying with the beat.

“Can I post this?” Cater asked, turning his phone around.

“You took a video?!” Mirai shouted incredulously.

“Yep. It’s easier to get good pictures that way. I can delete it if you want me to.”

“I don’t mind, but don’t post the video.”

“Ok, how about this one?”

It was a nice picture, Mirai had to admit. It was quite provocative, yes, but it was a really nice picture. You couldn’t see the top halves of their faces, Cater’s being cut off by the frame, all that was visible was from his nose down, his lips that were crooked in a smirk. Mirai’s face was covered by Cater’s and his arm, his head cocked up into Cater’s neck, mouth latched on Cater’s neck, the bruise Cater had given him earlier visible to the camera.

“That one’s nice,” Mirai nodded.

“Yeah, this one’s my favorite, totally Cater approved. #Sexy,” Cater smiled.

Mirai snickered, “You sure you wanna post that? Like doesn’t most of the student body follow you, including Riddle?”

“I won’t post it unless you don’t want me to,” Cater said, pulling Mirai into him, swaying them both with the beat.

“I don’t mind. My issue is that I’m more concerned about you and your reputation.”

“How so?”

“Like, for starters, Riddle. I’m pretty sure you’re probably gonna get an earful if and when he sees that. And second, are you ready to like, make us more than a Heartslabyul secret? What about your followers?”

“Riddle’s totally gonna yell at me, but yeah, I think, I think I’m ready to officially change my Magicam status. My main reason was to keep it from my Mother and sisters, but since the cat’s out of the bag, why not post an actual picture of me and my totally sexy boyfriend, and not pass it off as friends just hanging out? And just to see my comment section blow up, I’m not gonna reveal who you are yet. Wanna make ‘em jealous.”

Mirai scoffed, taking the noodles off the stove, “Who would want me?”

Cater scoffed playfully, “Uh, me?”

“Besides you, you dummy.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Mirai looked surprised, “What do you mean?”

“You have quite the rep around here, and believe it or not, it’s more positive than negative.”

“I can’t see why? Like, who would want an ugly, scarred up, broken-”

“Finish that sentence and I will tell Riddle that it was you and Ace who put that hole in the wall.”

“Cater,” Mirai shouted, a pout on his face. “You promised! And Ace was asking for it!”

“Then don’t finish that sentence and I won’t tell,” Cater laughed.

Mirai pouted, as he dished the ramen into three bowls, setting the table.

“But back to our original conversation, is it alright if I post this?” Cater asked, sitting down.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Mirai said, sitting down next to Cater.

“Cool.”

Five minutes later, Cater posted the picture.“#FallBreak, #BestVaycayEver, #Boyfriends,” Cater rambled, other hashtags Mirai couldn't catch with the speed Cater was posting at. “And done.”

“Sap,” Mirai laughed.

“Love you too,” Cater cooed with a wink.

Mirai shook his head.

Grim came down sometime after, taking a seat at the other end of the table.

“So why’s he here?” Grim gruffed around a mouthful of noodles.

“Grim,” Mirai warned.

“What?! Isn’t he supposed to be on vacation? Who’d want to spend their vacation at school?”

Cater smirked, “What can I say, Cay-Cay missed his totally adorable boyfriend and his boyfriend’s totally adorable cat.”

“I am not a cat!”

Cater began poking fun at Grim and Grim retaliated with empty threats and harsh words. Mirai, on the other hand, laughed loudly at their bickering.

Grim left, more annoyed than angry after Mirai gave him a donut for dessert, Mirai and Cater continued to eat their ramen, Cater’s music filling the space. Mirai watched Cater eat, finding it endearing as Cater tied his hair up into a short ponytail to keep it from falling into his food.

“Is it hot enough for you?” Mirai asked, “Because if it’s not, there’s all types of hot sauce in the pantry.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m good,” Cater dismissed.

Mirai got up from the table, confusing Cater as he rummaged through the pantry until he found the hot sauce. Mirai brought the small bottle back to the table, setting it in front of Cater.

“You didn’t have to do that. It’s good as is,” Cater reasoned.

“You like it spicy right? So just use it,” Mirai argued.

“But it’s good. I couldn’t mess up your food.”

“The only reason why it’s not spicy is because I can’t handle spicy food.”

“Nope, it’s fine.”

“You really don’t want it to be spicy?” Mirai asked.

“It’s fine, really,” Cater laughed.

The pair finished their food, washing the dishes together, Cater washing and Mirai drying. Mirai put away the last dish, and when he turned around, Cater was dancing again. The song was upbeat, the kind of music you would hear at a party. Cater looked the Magicless Prefect in the eye as he swiveled his hips, a hand running up his torso, pulling his shirt up with it, his smooth stomach revealing itself in its wake.

Mirai put a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow, and Cater snickered, wiggling his eyebrows. Mirai laughed.

“C’mon, Dollface, dance with me,” Cater laughed.

“Can’t dance,” Mirai smiled, “but the view is nice.”

Cater cackled, throwing his head back.

Cater grabbed both of Mirai’s hands and pulled him close. The pair did nothing special, swaying to the beat of the music, Cater and Mirai spinning each other here and there. The couple had fun dancing around, Cater belting out a couple of lines, his voice playfully and airy, and more than once did they have each other blushing and laughing. Then a slower song played and they slowed their step to a slow dance, their movements unhurried and steady. Cater sang quietly to the song as he held Mirai close, his head resting on top of Mirai’s, his arms wrapped around the younger’s waist and shoulders.

“You smell good,” Mirai mumbled, pressing his face into Cater’s chest, tangling his hands in the back of his shirt.

“You always say that,” Cater chuckled. “What do I smell like?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. Like, I know you wear cologne, but you always smell clean, crisp, and spicy, sometimes even deep and musky, and sometimes light sweet, but it’s you.”

Cater hummed.

Cater buried his face in Mirai’s hair, kissing the top of his head, and Mirai pressed his ear to Cater’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as they danced. Mirai couldn’t explain the giddy warm feeling he felt when he was with Cater. Whether it be talking to Cater, eating with Cater, cuddling with Cater, or simply just sitting next to him, Mirai felt happy, and safe. And he never wanted to let that feeling go.

Mirai turned his head and looked up at Cater, and Cater looked down with a warm smile.

“Yes, Cutie Pie?” Cater cooed.

“I love you,” Mirai whispered, face warming.

Cater flushed as he held Mirai’s face in his hands, his thumbs petting Mirai’s soft cheeks. Mirai reached up to place his hands on top of Cater’s, his hands running up the length of Cater’s arms until they were on his. They stared at each other, lost in each other's eyes, in the sweetness of the moment, and neither of them wanted it to end.

“I love you too,” Cater finally said, leaning down to kiss Mirai softly.

Cater’s phone went off, the ringer a playful little tune as it sounded through the room. The pair broke apart and Cater rushed over to his phone, face lighting up as he answered it.

“‘Sup Trey,” Cater chirped happily.

“Not to dampen your mood, but you good?” Trey asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah,” Cater breathed, “I am now.”

“That’s good, I’m glad. Thanks Mirai.”

“It was nothing really,” Mirai spoke up, looking over Cater’s shoulder, “Would’ve done it for any of you, honestly.”

Suddenly Cater’s phone started going off again and after Cater clicked a button, Ace’s face came into view.

“‘Sup Acey,” Cater winked.

“Hi Ace,” Mirai waved.

“So we just not gonna talk about that picture you two posted?” Ace asked, an eyebrow raised. “Riddle’s gonna kill you.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him,” Cater laughed.

“Oh, but I do know.”

Cater froze as Riddle’s face came up next to Trey’s, face twisted in anger.

“H-Hey Riddle,” Cater said, voice full of fear.

“Oh! Let me get Deuce in on this,” Ace said and not soon after Deuce joined the video call.

“You’re so dead,” Deuce laughed.

“Tell me Cater,” Riddle growled, “What would possess you to post something like that!”

“Mi-Mi gave me the okay to post it,” Cater defended himself.

“Mirai! How could you let him post something so provocative like that?!”

Mirai laughed as he poked his head over Cater’s shoulder, “You have to admit, it was a nice picture.”

“Mirai!”

“It was, though,” Ace agreed.

Deuce and Trey nodded in agreement.

“Don’t agree with them,” Riddle shouted.

“Lighten up Riddle, they’re having fun,” Trey soothed. “We’re letting the little things go, Riddle, remember?”

“This is not a little thing!”

“Totes a little thing,” Cater laughed.

Mirai laughed at Riddle as his face grew red.

Cater turned around, grabbing Mirai so that he was sitting on his lap, as Riddle and Trey continued to argue.

“Look at his neck,” Riddle yelled.

Mirai looked at their necks from the phone camera, and Mirai had to agree, their necks did look pretty bad.

“Cater’s is worse than Mirai’s,” Ace laughed.

“It’s worse than it was in the picture,” Deuce laughed.

“Oh Queen of Hearts, please help me,” Riddle groaned.

“Dang Mirai,” Ace laughed, “You really went to town, didn’t you?”

Mirai cackled, “He asked for it.”

“Mirai,” Riddle scolded.

“Keep telling y’all, wrong impression,” Mirai laughed.

“Looks like it hurts,” Deuce said.

“Oh no, Hon” Cater said, “It feels really good.”

“Cater,” Riddle chided.

Everyone laughed, while Riddle groaned miserably.

“Ugh,” Riddle whined. “Why are we even discussing this?”

“You brought it up, boo,” Cater winked.

“But how are you gonna cover it up?” Deuce asked.

“It’s not like anyone’s gonna see it, I’m not going anywhere,” Cater said nonchalantly.

“You say that like you intend for no one to see that, yet post it on the internet,” Trey deadpanned.

Cater laughed, flashing the camera with his signature three fingered salute.

“So like, you guys aren’t afraid of what people might say?” Deuce asked warily.

Everyone seemed to quiet down at his question.

“If you had asked me that a couple of weeks ago, I’d say yes, but now, I could care less,” Mirai said sincerely. “Anyone who has a problem can kick rocks.”

Cater, Ace, Trey, and Deuce laughed and Riddle sighed.

“I’ll let this one slide,” Riddle huffed, “But I don’t wanna see any more photo’s like that coming from either of you.”

“No promises,” Mirai sang.

Riddle growled.

“Have you seen Savanaclaw's posts?” Cater asked incredulously.

“I have no control over Savanaclaw and what they post.”

“I think it was a nice photo,” An unfamiliar voice commented.

Mirai looked at the screen, and jumped in surprise at the floating head behind Trey and Riddle.

“Get out, Che’nya,” Riddle yelled, swinging his arms.

“Aww but I missed you,” Che’nya whined, body materializing as he held onto Riddle.

“Get off me!”

The two began to argue, their voices loud and echoey through the phone, and it wasn’t until a pillow was thrown, most likely by Riddle, did Trey get up.

“Gotta go,” Trey said, wincing as the yelling continued, a loud bang resonating through the phone, “Talk later, yeah?”

“Bye, Trey,” Ace and Deuce waved.

“Night,” Mirai waved.

“Laters,” Cater waved.

Trey hung up, leaving the chat.

“Ima get off too,” Deuce said, “It is late, and my mom is asleep.”

“That’s fine,” Mirai said, “Let’s all just call it a night. We can chat in the morning, yeah?”

“Yeah, night guys,” Ace called, “Night mama’s boy.”

“Hey,” Deuce shouted.

Everyone laughed.

“Night,” Cater chirped.

“Night, Deuce,” Mirai laughed.

“Night,” Deuce grumbled.

Cater ended the call, and Mirai stretched his arms over his head, yawning, as he stood up from Cater’s lap. It was late and Mirai thought about settling in for the night.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Cater asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Mirai said thoughtfully.

“You can set up my laptop,” Cater said quietly, “but first, I’m gonna call my mother, and apologize.”

Mirai nodded, leaving to give Cater his privacy.

Mirai and Cater watched a movie on Cater’s laptop as they laid in bed together. It was some romcom where the female lead gets accepted for a job as secretary, but what she doesn’t know is that her new boss is the man who she dumped back in high school. Mirai was trying to pay attention, he really was, but with Cater playing with the hair at the base of his neck, his fingers scratching at his scalp, the slow relaxed rise and fall of Cater’s warm chest, and the sound of his beating heart, Mirai was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Falling asleep, Sweetpea?” Cater muttered, his voice sounding sleepy as well.

“No,” Mirai lied, a yawn escaping his lips.

Cater chuckled softly, “Liar.”

“Am not,” Mirai pouted, eyes closing again.

“Go to sleep, Baby. We can watch this another time.”

“I’m, I’m not tired,” Mirai slurred sleepily.

Not even a minute later, Mirai was snoring softly. Cater chuckled to himself, grabbing his phone to take a quick pic before he carefully shut and moved his laptop.

“Good night, Mi-Mi,” Cater whispered, placing a soft kiss to the crown of Mirai’s head, “Love you.”

Cater smiled to himself, nuzzling his face into Mirai’s hair. For once in his life, Cater could just be. He didn’t need to put on the pretty face created by his sister's perfection for all things cute, he didn’t have to put on the face he reserved for people so that they didn’t get too close, all because he and his family never stayed in one place when he was a child. He didn’t have to keep the fake smiles, no matter how he was feeling, just so that people couldn’t actually see how broken he really was. He didn't have to smile through the pain and lie through his teeth, because Mirai was always a step ahead of him, always so caring and attentive. So he could cry, he could be tired, he could be angry, he could be human again. He could be the man he wanted to be, the man he always wanted to be, not the jumbled up mess he was now. And most importantly, he could be himself.

For once in his life, Cater felt that he belonged somewhere, somewhere he felt safe, somewhere he felt free, somewhere he felt loved, and somewhere he felt truly at home. And that somewhere was in the arms of his lover.

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Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it. If it weren't for the smattering amount of yall who ready every time I post, I would have given up long ago, so thank you so much!

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agirlsheadspace · 10 months ago

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Evening routine °❀⋆.🍵࿔*:･

Hi cuties!! I've been having excellent evenings the past few days, so I figured I'd share my relaxing evening-to-night routine! Along with my night skincare and beauty routines :3

A quick productive period 📚🧶

Before taking leisure and getting unready for the day, I usually busy myself by doing a small tidy-up session, finishing homeworks, game playing session-- or talking to my friends! This is mainly to make me feel deserving of a good shower and get things off my mind to relax.

Shower 🛁🧼

I like to shower before the sun fully sets to night which is around 6 to 7 in my area, so I have time to shower before then. First, of course, I wash my face-- double cleanse specifically. I use the Beauty of Joseon Ginseng Oil Cleanser, I still use it mainly to get the oils or pollution off my face as well as to wash off my sunscreen since I don't use makeup often. The oil cleanser itself is not bad, pretty average I must say, but if you don't like scented products-- especially spices, I don't recommend it.

I emulsify them and rinse them off before washing my face with a gentle cleanser, I use the Haruharu Wonder Black Rice Moisture Soft 5.5 Cleansing Gel for my last cleanser, it's very soft and unscented! This is good if you have sensitive skin, and like I had mentioned in a post I uploaded not long ago, it's very recommended for dry skin because when I tell you it's soft, it's SOFT, to the point where I had to scrub it off my face to rinse fully.

After washing my face, I gently pat my face damp with a tissue, I don't like it fully dry because it'll take time for me to get used to the temperature of the water again (as silly as that sounds, it's very important to me lmao).

I prefer using cold water instead of hot or warm water for no specific reason, but I don't like to deal with the cold air after getting used to the warm so I raw dog it both morning and night ( •̀ ω •́ )✧. I like to double wash so I go in with a soap bar (Shinzui, they smell very good!) before going in with a mild cleanser to not fully irritate my skin, but I'm currently looking for a good scrub/exfoliator to lather my body products in, so if anyone knows any scrub that isn't too harsh but still effective, lmk!

Once I get dressed in sleepwear, I immediately start my skincare before touching my hands with anything else, my skincare is simple since I don't want to overwhelm my skin with layers when it doesn't need it and protect my skin barrier overall, I use the Round Lab 1025 Dokdo Toner and Isntree Hyaluronic Moist Cream since they're very lightweight yet still refreshing, I sometimes use an salicylic acid gel for my active acne and scars which is a life changer...

Free time & Dinner ☕💻

Once I had already taken a shower, I don't want to do anything too exhausting after that, so I take the time before dinner to journal, have tea with my mother, work on my blog (now that I have something to work on without having too much stress), scroll on my phone, check all of my to-do lists but mainly just enjoy the time! Usually, my parents also finish work by this time so I spend most of my time with them.

Getting ready for bed 💤🥛

I always have dairy/calcium before bed, as much as I hate how milk prevents my skin from clearing, I still do it regularly for my growth and bone strength (TMI: I used to get bruises easily on my legs so I was forced to consume milk every day even though I hate it ( ˘︹˘ )). I usually talk to my friends or check my socials during that time, And after praying and brushing my teeth, I go straight to bed right after I stretch to loosen up my body and my lights turn off. I'm an early bird most of the time so I get pissed off if I overslept until the sun's up or around 5:30 LOL, I do like to stay up until I actually grow tired, but I'm very determined to get my 8 hours of beauty sleep so I only stay up when I actually want to stay up.

Night routines are probably my favorite parts of the day because I just love the premises of getting unready and unwinding, the sun isn't glaring at you, and the time isn't ticking on you, it's a quiet time for me cause you aren't in a rush for anything and who doesn't love that? I indeed loved making this so stay tuned for more posts like this!

허락 (Consent) - Baby V.O.X

2:00 ───ㅇ───── 4:26

#journal #blog #dork diaries #dream #pink #tips #girlblog #girlhood #night routine #selfcare #selflove #evening #skincare #hygiene #girltips

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simmeons · 4 months ago

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Okay I had a weird dream last night so imma ramble about it underneath the read more because I have free will and maybe someone will relate? Fair wanting imma talk about angels and stuff because one appeared in my dream so if you don't wanna read about it just ignore this post

I wanna start out and say I'm not the most religious person. I have nothing against Christians or anyone else (though admittedly I don't trust people who partake in Satanism because it makes me VERY uncomfortable and I actively avoid anyone I know who partakes in it) but I always get a little weirded out if Godly things appear in my dreams because I can never tell if it's just my brain making up stuff or if it's genuinely God trying to tell me something.

Why do I always think so deeply into it? Well, even though I don't actively engage with religion, I still believe that God exists on some level, some way. There is something out there, bigger than us. I occasionally pray to him- though I'm not very good because I typically start to go on rants, where I then feel bad and apologize- but it's not an every day thing.

I'm not asking for someone to tell me that I'm a bad person because I don't pray everyday or whatever, I just wanna talk about how weirdly in tune my dream was. So, onto the dream.

I won't give the whole rundown of the dream since it's pretty long, but short story short I was younger in my dream (middle schooler) and I was kidnapped by two men who were robbing my home. So I was paralyzed in bed as I was forced to watch one of the men have sex while another young girl was stuck in the corner, terrified. When the other man (who was laying next to me in bed) said "Oh, God" because he was aroused the entire room went pitch black and an angel appeared.

It was tall, with large wings and a dimmed robe that it wore around its bright body. It's face wasn't a face- just uncontrolled light forced to remain attached to its neck. It spoke, "Men like you do not deserve God. You deserve to suffer, and to have young angels feed off your corpses."

Me and the little girl are transported in front of the men, who's faces are all white and stretched out, their bodies uncontrollably jerking around. Me and her are wearing white dresses, we have little wings and a halo too. I'm forced to approach one of the gurgling and trembling men before I wake up with sleep paralysis.

Why am I so bothered by this dream? Well, in February I had a friend who I found out was dating a 21 year old. She's 16. No one that age should be dating a minor, so I stressed to her how it's very weird that she's in a relationship like that. She tells me she was forced into it, and the man knew she was 16. I help her break up with them, and everything seems fine. About a month ago I had enough of her constantly stressing me out with her vents (she dumped on me without asking) and making her Discord name triggering things about suicide so no one could avoid getting uncomfortable or upset with it. I broke off the relationship, and the same day she got back with the 21 year old.

I felt incredibly guilty in the beginning- and honestly, I still do. But I blocked them after a while since they seemed to be happy together, and I can't control her. It turns out the man has a problem with frequent seizures, and it reminds me of the men in my dream.

I don't know- maybe this is my brain just trying to cope with everything, or maybe it's really an angel telling me he'll pay one day (by getting eaten?) but I dunno. I just hope next time an angel visits my dream they won't give me sleep paralysis

#simon lore

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hbosucc · 2 years ago

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Greg Hirsch x Reader: Chapter 5

Another smut chapter yay! Same as Chapter 4, this chapter is for 18+ readers only, no minors.

Link to previous chapter

Content warnings for:

Sex (protected, between two consenting adults), oral (f receiving), sex while blindfolded.

Swearing

Thank you all for reading/liking! :') I'm having so much fun rereading as I'm posting these chapters. Thinking about maybe taking requests if anyone's interested at some point!

Chapter 5: Bootycall

I hadn’t seen Greg in a week, not since the morning after our first night together, and I hated to admit it, but I missed him. Sure, we texted every day, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t very independent-woman-boss-babe of me, but it was true: I was starting to fall for him. Not in love, necessarily; that would take more time, but I was feeling things for him nonetheless.

On my couch after work one night, scrolling on my phone with a mug of tea, my feed was interrupted by a phone call. I saw it was from Greg and waited half a second before picking up.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, putting him on speaker.

“Hey, sorry, I know it’s kind of late. Am I, like, disturbing you, or anything?”

“No, Greg, you’re fine.” I laughed. “I literally wasn’t doing anything.”

“Okay, cool, um…well, I was wondering, and like,” He sighed. “It’s been, like, a really fucking long week at work, and super stressful, and I missed you, and I was basically wondering if I could come over?”

“Is this a bootycall?” I asked, faking incredulence.

“No. I mean, not necessarily, um, to what I understand as the definition of—of a bootycall,” He said, and I couldn’t hold in my laughter anymore.

“It would be okay if it was, you know.” I said, leaning back on the couch. “What time are you coming?”

“Oh, um…I can be there in, like, half an hour? If that works for you?”

“Sounds good.” I stretched and stood up. “I missed you too, by the way. See you soon.”

We hung up, and I went down the hall to make sure my bedroom was presentable. I pushed my dirty clothes off the bed and into the laundry basket, then pulled the sheet and comforter up, smoothing them out. I gave my pits a quick sniff-test and changed into a set of matching underwear. None of this was necessary, I knew that; Greg probably wouldn’t have noticed, much less cared, whether my bed was made or not. But it made me feel more put-together and gave me something do while I waited for him. I pulled on a silky robe and went back to the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine, then lit a candle in the living room and settled back on the couch to wait. It had only been a week since we’d last slept together, but I could feel the need to have him rise rapidly in me once again.

When he arrived, I buzzed him in and met him at my door, pulling him inside and kissing him before he had a chance to speak. I closed the door and he pushed me against it, running his hands through my hair and locking at the nape of my neck. Breathless, we broke apart, looking into the others’ eyes.

“Hi.” I smiled, my hands on his chest.

“Hi.” He said back, looking at me with a strange expression. It took me a moment to recognize it as something between lust and adoration.

“So, rough week?” I asked, one hand reaching for his tie, slowly beginning to loosen it. “Need someone to take your frustrations out on?”

“Yes and no,” He ran his hands down my back and over my hips, giving my butt a squeeze. “I just really, really fucking wanted to see you.”

“Well, I’m flattered.” I kissed him again. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me down the hall to my room, letting me fall back onto my bed. He threw his suit-jacket off to the side and undid his belt, stepping out of his pants. I could see he’d popped a tent already.

“You need some de-stressing?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes as I crawled to the edge of the bed, palming him through his underwear.

“No,” He stopped my hand, unbuttoning his shirt.

“No?”

“I mean, yes, but,” He pulled his shirt off, holding onto his tie as he pushed me back on the bed. “I wanted…I want to do something for you, tonight.”

“Oh, do you?” I raised my brows, propping myself up on my elbows.

“Yeah, so just lay down, and, um, is it okay if I..?” He moved behind me, and I could feel the silk of his tie slip over my forehead, coming down to block out my vision.

“Oh! Oh, yes,” I assured him, and he tightened the makeshift blindfold so it would stay on. I lay back against my pillows and waited, tension building as I had no idea when or where I’d feel his touch next. I felt a pull at the belt of my robe, and it fell open so I could slide out of the sleeves. The air above me shifted as his weight came down on top of me. He kissed me, tilting my face up to meet his.

He drew away, and I felt his lips move to my neck, then my cleavage, feeling me over my bra, then continuing down. He pressed kisses to my stomach, then my hips, and I felt his fingers hook under my thong and pull it down my legs. Kissing my inner thighs, getting closer and closer, he was teasing me, making me wait.

And then finally I felt his tongue on me, and I gasped. My body started as though I’d been shocked. His hands came up to hold my thighs in place as he moved his tongue slowly over me, circling my clit before coming to rest on it, flicking it languidly. I’d severely underestimated his abilities, I had to admit, though I had never been happier to be wrong about something.

He sped up, seeming to notice how I reacted to different movements, figuring out what I liked and replicating it. With my vision gone, I felt everything even more vividly than usual, to an almost overwhelming degree. My legs began to shake as he continued, my moans pitching higher and higher as my thighs clenched against his grip.

“God, yes,” I breathed, one of my hands gripping a handful of blanket, the other finding his head and weaving through his hair, holding him in place as I grinded myself against his face, his tongue still going. I clenched one last time, letting the eruption of pleasure ripple through my body as I came. I rode out the warm waves, then collapsed back against the sheets, letting go of him.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, my legs still shaky as I tried to sit up.

“Was that good?” He asked, untying the blindfold. I grabbed his face and gave him a long, slow kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

“What do you think?” I chuckled softly, kissing him again.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He smiled. He wanted to be praised.

“I liked that very, very much.” I indulged him. “Actually, I fucking loved that. Did you enjoy yourself as well?”

“Yeah, actually, you taste really fucking good.” He reached around and unhooked my bra, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“The blindfold was a nice touch, too, where’d you learn that?” I ran my hand idly over his shoulder, down his arm, and back up.

“I, uh, I’ve had some experiences,” He said, with that shyly devilish little smile he gave me sometimes.

“Well, I’m lucky to be getting to enjoy your expertise.” I kissed him and brought my hand down, slipping under the band of his underwear, feeling the satiny-soft skin of his head. He blew out a slow breath, his eyes fluttering closed as I began to stroke him, feeling him harden under my grasp.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about being inside of you literally all week.” He groaned as my fingers quickened.

“What a coincidence, I’ve been thinking about the same thing.” I kissed him, moving on top to straddle him and sliding down his underwear, his dick springing out. I was more prepared this time, grabbing the condom I’d left on my bedside table and ripping it open. He helped me slide it onto his length, and I rubbed myself against him, aroused enough that he soon slid inside with no discomfort, just a few shorter strokes for adjustment. I rode him slowly, sighing at the sensation, his hands moving to my hips, then up to my breasts, cupping and squeezing.

I felt myself climbing towards an orgasm again. I knew I probably wouldn’t be pushed over the edge before he was, but I was enjoying the ride nonetheless. At this angle, my clit rubbed on him each time I went down again, and combined, it was a lovely sensation. His hands had gone back down to my hips, moving me faster and faster, until he held me in place, letting out the kind of moan that could only accompany an orgasm. He pumped a few final times before I lifted myself off, curling myself next to him as his breathing returned to normal, coming down from his high.

“Fuck.” He laughed, giving me a kiss before pulling off the condom and tossing it across the room into the garbage.

“Lucky shot.” I rolled my eyes. “If you missed, you’d be cleaning your cum out of the carpet.”

“I never miss.” He stretched out, getting comfortable.

“If you say so.” I got up to use the bathroom. When I returned, I was surprised to see him still awake, his gaze shifting from the ceiling to me as I rejoined him on the bed.

“Hey,” He started, turning towards me. “I wanted to ask you something. And, um, if you say no, that’s totally okay, but, um…I still wanted to just, like, put something out there for your consideration.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked, propping myself up on one arm.

“Would you…well, I was wondering if…” He took a deep breath, looking at me with his big, dark eyes. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Oh,” I said, absolutely thrown for a loop.

“I mean, if it’s too soon or you don’t want to or something—”

“Greg, sweetheart, I would love to be your girlfriend.” I took his face into my hands, stroking his cheek with a thumb.

“Well, that’s—that’s great news.” He smiled, leaning in to give me a kiss. It was cute to me how nervous he’d been. It was slightly high-school, but also very, very Greg. And I liked him quite a lot, so I didn’t mind the idea of putting a label on our relationship.

“You’re so sweet.” I said, laying my head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around me.

“I wasn’t sure if I was asking too soon, or if you maybe weren’t—you weren’t as into this as I was, so,” He let out a breath. “Very happy you said yes, to say the least.”

“Well, I’m happy you asked.” I ran a hand over his chest. “I mean, I’m having a good time, and it seems like we work well together.”

“Yeah, it does.” He kissed my forehead, then lay back against the pillows.

“Do you want to stay the night, or do you need to get back to your place?” I yawned, snuggling in closer.

“No, no, I can stay.”

“Good.” I curled into him, closing my eyes. I listened as his breathing slowed, evening out, and he began to let out little snores with every other exhale. I could feel myself begin to slip away too, and let sleep take me over.

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[ final ] ( LONG LONG POST. I'M NOT KIDDING.)

( Warning: Poor writing from the mod. )

Kieran went to change clothes for the training quickly and quietly, he didn’t want to disturb anyone for the night especially his sister. He put his hair up and stretched his arms readying himself for the rigorous training ahead of himself. Stuffing the items into his bag he thought carefully of to use on Pecharunt for testing on moves to use. Grabbing a notebook that has a pen clipped to it just in case to jot down any notes to see what works and what doesn’t. Furret tagged along jumping onto his back and clinging onto his shoulder. Kieran was surprised by the action of his dear friend but welcomed it.

With that he set off, silently and steady, as he stood in front of his house and took a brief moment looking at the community center. Kieran let out a sigh. Hopefully, this’ll prove himself right and maybe. Maybe, he can make it right. Just this once by himself. It felt like the odds were against him but perhaps this time it will change. If not then.. there isn’t really much to lose anyway after all of it. Considering what he has done yet others told him it wasn’t that big of a deal. He just has a hard time believing it.

The feeling of loneliness is so reminiscent of him. He balled up his fists as a stress response to call him down, grip and release, grip and release in repeat motions as he felt himself relaxing a bit and stopped. He can’t cry anymore, he has no reason to nor have the energy for it emotionally. Kieran felt tired and hurt but he was just sick of it. He didn’t really want to be alone; he secretly wants to keep being friends even if Florian doesn’t have feelings for him anymore. It’s better than nothing, better than being completely alone. He knows his family cares about him but they don’t really talk to him as much and he doesn’t really either. Just small talk. Especially for Carmine, granted she did check up on him multiple times before when he was recovering. It was nice of her at least.

Kieran didn’t want to think about what happened that night. He was very… unwell to say the least. He shook his head to shake away his thoughts. The harmonious sound of Pokemon out in the night chirping and singing made it feel somewhat lively. It was comforting. The Illumise and Volbeats flying over the grass fields peacefully as if they were dancing to themselves. It was nice to look at for a moment but he has a task in hand.

As he got to Wistful Fields he let out his team and Pecharunt. His long-time Pokemon looked around in confusion then noticed their trainer. They could see his tear stained face, he looked exhausted and upset. Concern and worry were apparent across their faces. One by one they get close and surround Kieran, hugging him not too tight. This broke him and started to sob uncontrollably. Pecharunt watched Kieran’s team in awe in the background then slowly joined the group hug.

It took a bit for Kieran to calm down, as he wiped away the tears he felt even more determined to prove them wrong. He brought out the items and notebook. Well let’s get started shall we?

As the sun rose over the horizon the light dappled into the town with soft autumn colours. Carmine was ready for the last Loyal Three and get it over with. She couldn’t really check on her little brother last night. He needed time to collect himself and calm down after all of that. She knocked on the door a few times then opened it.

“Kiki, I’m sorry about yesterday and-” Carmine stopped, she looked at the empty bed then scanned the room. Slowly realizing he’s not there anymore.

No, he couldn’t have gone there by himself to fight Okidogi alone. She darted out of the room and headed outside going over to the community center seeing the other group waiting on her but noticing Kieran wasn’t with her. Florian gave her a look of concern.

He glanced over at Carmine’s house as in hope he was running late, “Where’s Kieran?”

“He’s not home. Urgh,” Carmine grabbed her strands of hair in a bit of frustration. “He probably went after the last of the Lousy Three.”

The group were taken aback Florian clearly showing fear and concern in his eyes. “We have to go right now then.”

Everyone nodded and started heading over there quickly.

Kieran was right beside the sign at Paradise Barren with Furret beside him running in circles around the trainer. He was nervously anticipating the fight. Breath, breath, relax. The worst thing that can happen is Pecharunt being unable to fight against Okidogi, right? What’s the worst that can happen? Kieran’s bit his thumb to calm himself from the troubling thought.

Furret’s head perked up hearing footsteps from afar his ears twitching a biy. It was the others and they were running over to Kieran was. Carmine was ahead of them and went up to him, she was not clearly happy.

Carmine yelled, “Kiki! What in the world were you thinking?” She jabbed her finger at his chest angrily.

“W-what?” Kieran stuttered in complete shock and confusion.

“Stop acting stupid! You went ahead and fought Okidogi!”

Kieran gave her a look and brushed her hand away. “I didn’t. I’m not THAT stupid and even if I did I would’ve shown you the pokeball that I caught Okidogi with. But I don’t have it, do I?” He held up both of his hands at face level showing nothing there to show he wasn't lying.

Carmine gave him a confused look, “Then what were you doing?”

“..Training Pecharunt. B-but just so you know I already caught the Pokemon itself so it can’t do anything to anyone.” Kieran reassured, he held up the ultra ball and let out Pecharunt.

The peach Pokemon looked around in confusion then at Kieran. He reached out to the Pokemon and pets it, showing it meant no harm and that it won’t attack anyone. “See?”

Carmine reached over to Kieran and ruffled his hair. “You are always so kind and caring with helping Pokemon, Kiki.”

Kieran looked at her in question, “Is it wrong?”

“No. It’s fine but there are limits to it and so speaking to this Pokemon and what it has done-”

“So? It changed. Things change, sis. I trained it just so I can prove to you guys that it would fight Okidogi just to prove that it won’t hurt you guys or me.”

Pecharunt floated over to Kieran’s side as Furret crawled onto Kieran ready to support him. There was silence between them until a voice was heard.

“Alright,” Florian said, readying his pokeballs taking a battle stance. “I won’t be convinced until you defeat me in a battle.”

Kieran glanced at the ground then gripped the ultra ball tightly. “Fine, you want a battle? You’ll get it.”

“Florian, what are you doing?” Penny asked in question, looking at him confused. “Shouldn’t we save that for later or something?”

Nemona placed a hand on her shoulder, “Don’t, Florian already made up his mind. I’m so proud of him.”

Arven and Penny looked at her in disappointment. “You can’t be for real, Nemona.” Penny muttered, facepalming.

Carmine clasped her hands in worry as Kieran took position for the battle. She was worried, worried that if Florian beats him what would happen? What will happen? Will that be it for the two’s relationship and have the little vacation of the group end with a bad note? What would have happened with Kieran? She’s worried for her little brother’s wellbeing, especially how he looks.

He looked hurt and sad. The light in his eyes was slowly fading away as if he’s on his last legs to keep on going. She doesn’t know if Kieran would ever be the same after this if he loses. She knew he treasures Florian’s friendship a lot and how he reacted was surprising to her but understandable. He was alone too much back home and it was no different when he was in Blueberry Academy either.

Kieran took breaths to calm himself down as Furret climbed off of his trainer and stood right beside him ready to cheer him on. He wasn’t prepared for it but he is willing to fight and try winning. He looked over his team and picked the ones to go out first. Pecharunt returned to its ball as Kieran selected the first two Pokemon: Grimmsnarl and Incineroar.

As Florian took a look at Kieran he scratched the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. He really didn’t think this through yet he wanted to see if Kieran was right about the Pokemon. He didn’t want to take any chances because sometimes Pokemon disobey their trainers. It reminded him how he caught a Goomy and it still refused to listen despite how badly hurt it got during battles. She attacked randomly at times even when told not to. It just wasn’t a good experience overall. He had to give the Goomy away to someone anyway. Florian has no idea if she ever changed her attitude after changing trainers.

He genuinely didn’t want the same thing to happen to Kieran despite his friend putting so much trust into it. It concerned him a little but Florian knew deep down that Kieran was doing it out of the kindness of his heart. He just didn’t want his dear friend be hurt from betrayal from a Pokemon that controlled three other Pokemon and killed Ogerpon’s friend. It just didn’t settle right with him.

Gripping the two pokeballs Florian sent out Iron Valiant and male Meowstic into the battle. This is going to be a long battle, he thought.

As both sides take blows, one by one their Pokemon goes down, Kieran wasn’t too worried about it but he did notice that Ogerpon wasn’t out in the battle yet. Florian might be using her as a trump card just in case and they were both down with three Pokemon as of right now. Kieran only had Hydrapple, Whimsicott and Pecharunt left but as soon as he thought of that Whimsicott went down from trading blows with Glimmora. Both of them fainted and returned to their pokeballs.

Kieran stared at the ball Pecharunt was in and exhaled quietly. He lets Pecharunt out from the ball and the Pokemon comes out of its shell ready to battle. Florian brought out Ogerpon and as soon she came out of the ball. She lets out a cry and stared down the peach Pokemon.

As both trainers were hitting each other not holding back their power the sound of the fight rang throughout the barren grounds causing Okidogi’s ears to perk up and noticing Pecharunt’s presence at the same time. The brute dog Pokemon goes over to the source of where it is running with loud footsteps shaking the ground.

Kieran placed a hand on his face biting on his thumb in thought. This isn’t going to end well but he will try to finish it one way or another.

“Use Malignant Chain on Ogerpon, Pecharun-” A loud boom was heard as it caught Kieran off guard. The dust clouds were drifting throughout the battlefield as a figure rose from the landing it swung at Hydrapple making it get knocked back and bodying Meowstic taking them both out. Kieran looked at the Pokemon in shock then squinting at it to see as to who did that as the creature let out a howl.

Kieran quickly reached for his bag and threw a Full Restore at Florian as to which he caught it but was surprised as on why Kieran did that.

“Our battle can wait. We’ll have to defeat this guy first. C’mon Pecharunt!” The Pokemon looked at him with uncertainty but nodded as ic saying it was willing to fight the retainer Pokemon. One of the Pokemon it used to have control over but lost it during the process.

Okidogi’s eyes were filled with anger and greed. Anger towards Pecharunt and the greed of wanting to get a hold of the masks was still there. Still poisoning his mind as the desire for the treasure was still ingrained in it. Pecharunt still had no control over him anyway, so trying to calm him down was near impossible.

Kieran quickly healed Pecharunt as Okidogi readied to make another move. Florian healed Ogerpon as well and yelled out the first move.

As Okidogi kneeled down in defeat, Kieran shouted at Florian, “Now’s your chance, Florian!”

Florian looked at him then gave Kieran a curt nod. Throwing the pokeball at the dog Pokemon hitting its head with it as a bright flash of light lit up from them. The ball falls down and rolled a bit towards Florian. Shaking a few times then a click was heard. He let out a sigh of relief scratching the back of his head. Thank Arceus that was over with. Ogerpon jumped up and ran over to Florian with a smile on her face then stopped as Kieran walked up to the two.

Pecharunt floated right behind Kieran, afraid that Ogerpon might hurt it. “Uhm.. good job catching Okidogi and…helping me battle it.” Kieran said quietly, as Furret climbed up to his shoulders looking at Florian with curious eyes.

“C’mon Kiki I wouldn’t let you battle him by yourself let alone you had one Pokemon left anyway. That would be not.. right of me. ‘Sides that’d just show how horrible of a friend I am.” Florian said, glancing over to Ogerpon. “And I think Ogerpon is fine with Pecharunt after that… maybe just a tad.”

“W..what?” Kieran was taken aback. “Y-you still consider me…as a friend? B-but I didn’t listen to you… I hit you with the ball.”

“Yeah that hurts but I know you care about others deeply especially those who are weak. Kiki, you’re a good person and I.. really appreciate that you still stood your ground for your friend over there.” Florian motioned Pecharunt. “I was just genuinely concerned for your safety and I should’ve.. not said those things to you.

“Aha I sometimes forget to think before I speak but I uh guess my feelings kinda just made me say things in the worst way possible. That’s totally on me.” Florian looked over at Kieran then blinked in surprise as his friend's eyes were swelling up with tears.

“I-I’m… sorry really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you or anything. I-I just wanted to help someone for once and-and.. I was really hurt… that you didn’t want to support me anymore.” Kieran sobbed, Furret nudged his face against his in an effort to calm him down. “I thought you didn’t want to be friends anymore after all I’ve done an-”

Florian grabbed him and gave him a tight hug. “Kiki… please no. I would never stop being friends with you honestly. You’re like the bestest friend I could have ever asked for. You are genuinely one of the nicest people I have ever met. Meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to me.”

Kieran sniffled as Florian let’s go from the hug.

“Besides… er. Did you seriously use a love ball to hit me out of all things?” Florian asked, with a confused look.”That was pretty funny to use to hit me.”

Kieran looks away with panic, his face feeling hot. “U-uhm. I was going to.”

His friend looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“N-never mind. I don’t want to do it in front of everyone here…” The Kitakami kid said in embarrassment.

“Huh?...” Florian gave him a blank stare then jumped back in surprise. “WAIT HOLD ON. YOU WEREN’T SERIOUSLY-”

“You gave me an Applin during our trade, a shiny one in fact, Florian.” Kieran interrupted. “I… just kind of recently found out what it meant.”

Penny let out a snort of laughter in which Florian gave her a glare. She stopped and whistled as if nothing happened.

“W-well…” Florian sighed in shame. “Yes, I gave it to you with that exact meaning you are thinking of. Penny over here helped me out since she told me about it.”

“...Oh,” Kieran eyed him, slowly understanding where this was going. “B-but for me I didn’t know what it meant on my side of the trade. I just thought I’d give you one of my favorite Pokemon…”

“Yeah I figured-”

“But,” Kieran interrupted, fidgeting with the end of his jacket while looking down. “I uh.. feel the same… way.”

Florian blinked at Kieran for a minute. Fully processing everything ever so slowly. “What.”

“Well I mean if you don’t feel the same way what I was thinking then never mind-”

Penny let out a heavy tired sigh, “Dude you have no idea how much Florian talks about you at times. It’s kind of ridiculous.”

“P-PENNY??” Florian was bewildered by his friend saying it without notice. “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO TELL KIKI THAT.”

Penny shrugged as Nemona and Arven laughed at Florian’s reaction.

“Ugh you guys are the worst.” Florian pinched the bridge of his nose. “I do that… a lot. More than I can let on and. I was going to... ask you out at some point. I was hoping the gifts I was giving you and stuff would help me drop hints but uh…”

Kieran puts his head in his hands, “Oh my Arceus…” Carmine walked over to her little brother patting his back in sympathy.

“I didn’t want to tell ya since I thought it’d be funny.” Carmine teased.

“SIS? YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?” Kieran looked up and glared at her, she held her hands up in her own defense.

“I meaannnn it was obvious. I even threatened Florian about it months ago.”

“WHAT?”

As the group settled down and decided to have a picnic for lunch, both Kieran and Florian were away from the group talking to each other alone so the others wouldn’t hear their conversation. Sitting on some patches of grass in the barren lands.

“So.. uhm about the love ball that you hit me with.” Florian laughs.

“I said I was sorry!” Kieran replied, shaking his head as if annoyed.

“Right, right my bad hehe. But do you really feel that way for me what you said earlier?”

Kieran closed his eyes in thought as the gentle winds blew throughout the land. The one feeling of being afraid and hurt was gone as if the winds took it away from him. The weight of those emotions slowly lifted away from his chest making him feel a little lighter.

He looked at Florian with a smile, “...Yes.”

[ End ]

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