#a wild ruffilo

[mysticdoodlez]

The attempted Australian accent takes me out every time

[concreteburialplot]

some fav pics of nicholas 🫠💕

[deathblacksmoke]

call me when you get the chance

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, long distance yearning, it’s pretty fluffy my friends

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake

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author’s note: thank you lady v once again for the beta; i added some pitt back in just for you. and thank you @darksigns-exe for the poly boyfriends brainworms. no smut in here - wild change of pace. and i’ll probably be writing more little bits of these sweet babes at some point 🤍 i got euclid on the brain so title from that, obvi. enjoy!

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Nick sends a postcard from every city.

Missing you from Atlanta! Love, Nicholas.

It makes you feel warm and loved, every time you open your mailbox to another card from another city, with your partner’s pretty writing on the back.

You imagine him standing in the store for ages, sifting through the cards, trying to pick the perfect one for your gallery wall. You imagine Noah picking one out as a joke, and Nick scoffing, putting it back irritated.

No, man, she’s particular about her wall. Remember?

It makes your chest swell. You long to be there, to play mediator like you do when they’re both home with you. They need it sometimes, and you’re sure Jolly could use the break every now and again.

Noah sends memes. They’re ones you would never see otherwise because you won’t step foot on Twitter, but they make you smile and remind you of him, his stupid sense of humor, and the way his face lights up when he laughs. You close your eyes and imagine it, his eyes scrunching closed with his laugh, and your chest tightens.

They always send a selfie when they get off stage, and another before bed, sometimes a FaceTime if you’re still up. They don’t show you their intertwined hands. They know it makes you jealous and weepy, but you’re so grateful that they have each other. You imagine them kissing when the call ends and you cry anyway.

***

When you couldn’t make it to the show you had all planned for, you thought that was it. Work gets in the way again, sends you out of town, but you’ll see them when they come home to you and all will be okay.

The show looks incredible. You brave social media just this once to see clips of your boys, weep in bed in your hotel room. You stay up late to see them before you sleep—they tell you they wish you were there, they miss you, they love you. You catch a glimpse of a love bite on Nick’s chest and wish it could have come from you. You fantasize about quitting your job. You get closer every day.

The postcard comes two days later, a pop-art rendition of the Pittsburgh skyline, Nick’s little note scrawled across the back. It feels silly to have but you knew he wouldn’t dare to break the tradition he’s created.

Wish you were here! Love always, your Nicholas.

You don’t know how much longer you can go without them, holding back tears as you put the card in its frame, giving it its place on the wall.

You feel helpless and hopeless until you get an email, the airline notifications you had set up on cost changes doing you a solid, for once. Flight to LAX, suspiciously affordable, landing at 2 PM on the 8th of October.

It’s not a question. You don’t think twice. You have the PTO, and your boss can’t possibly deny you again. And if they do, fuck it, you’ll really dig your heels in about them needing another girl working on the tour. You’ll get Lana on your side this time around. They can’t say no to you both.

You book the ticket, arrange a guest list spot with Matt and buzz with excitement in preparation for your surprise.

***

You never tire of watching them perform.

The way Noah owns the stage, running from stage left to stage right, commanding the crowd to chant and jump with him. Nicholas, his long hair swaying with each rock of his neck to the beat of the song. His slender fingers grip the neck of his bass as he bounces his leg, growling backing vocals going straight through you. You wish you could be at every show. You swell with pride and know you couldn’t have picked two better boys to share your life.

You head to the green room when they come back out to say their thank yous and goodbyes. You hate to miss the photo slides but you helped pick most of the photos, anyway. Lots from your private collection and you think maybe you owe some of these people a “you’re welcome.”

Sitting on the old, worn leather couch, you start to panic. You’ve never surprised them before. Noah hates surprises, but you hope at least you’re a good one.

Folio comes through the door first, followed by Jolly, and the door swings back closed. Shocked at first when they see you, Folio’s face breaks out into a huge grin before turning on his heels.

“Yo, Noah, you’re gonna wanna see this—” he yells as he swings the door back open, to reveal Nick, sweaty and looking exhausted, but when his eyes land on you—

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

You can barely make it out above the roar of noise in the hallway. You don’t know where Noah is, but Nick looks as gorgeous as you’ve ever seen him. You need to take a deep breath but find your throat stopping you as your vision starts to blur. The look on his face as he crosses the room to you melts your anxiety in an instant. You haven’t seen him in so long. And he’s here. He’s right here with you.

When he reaches you, he sinks to his knees at your feet. His fingers digging into your thigh, eyes glazed over as he looks up at you, you lean down to meet him halfway.

The feeling of his lips on yours makes you feel dizzy. The feel of the wetness on his cheeks when you cup his face makes you want to sob, but you don’t, you lick into his mouth and bask in the sound of his gasp.

“Where the fuck were you,” he speaks into your mouth when he pulls away from you.

His fingers are gripping your thigh painfully. You know you’ll bruise, you wince, but it’s Nick and you don’t care. You’ll press your fingers there when you get home and you’ll think of him and—

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was flirting with the pretty bartender. I think you’d like her, Nicky, do you think Noah will go for a fourth?”

He’s leaning in for another kiss when you hear the green room door slam back open, thundering steps getting closer and closer until Nick is jostled forward, Noah’s head resting on his shoulder, eyes focused on you.

“You were a very naughty girl, keeping this secret from us,” Noah says, his head angling to press kisses and nip at Nick’s neck. Nick grins and you watch as the hand that was digging into your thigh takes Noah’s hand and laces their fingers.

When you’re far away, it makes you jealous. When you’re right here, when you have them both in front of you, that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

When you kiss Noah and he smiles into it, when the hand not laced with Nick’s threads through your hair, when Nick nips at your neck while Noah kisses you, you’ve never felt more at home.

Because they are your home.

“Nicky let me pick your postcard this time,” Noah tells you when he pulls away.

“You’ll hate it,” Nick says, but he’s grinning as he stands up to rummage through his backpack.

When he returns to you and holds it out, it’s a silly little card, but both their names are signed this time.

Loving you from LA. Love, your Nicholas and Noah.

Noah’s grinning as wide as you’ve ever seen. It’s your favorite of the bunch.

[darksigns-exe]

anywhere with you - noah sebastian x nick ruffilo

word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of anxiety, a little bit of angst and a lot of big feelings note: by request from @somewhere-diamond <3 sorry for the wild delay!

Nick is awfully quiet, he thinks. He’s never the boisterous type, but he’s quiet even for his standards today. There’s a barely there edge of anxiety to him, and Noah knows that it must be so much worse under the surface. He watches as Nick fiddles with the sleeves of his hoodie, and his heart aches a little. Noah tries to think of an excuse to get the rest of the band out of the house. He can’t exactly usher them out with a my maybe boyfriend needs quiet time please leave. As far as they are concerned, he and Nick share this place as friends and nothing more. They don’t know that Noah hasn’t slept in his own bed since the week after they’ve moved in here. 

Thankfully, Jolly is somewhat attentive and seems to understand the non-verbal cues just fine. Not even twenty minutes later, he’s practically dragging Folio out by the back of his jacket. 

Nick seems to deflate as soon as the door clicks shut behind them. And when Noah comes back into their little living room, he finds him in a truly pitiful state. He looks as if he’s one bad thought away from breaking into tears, and he simply can’t have that. They’ve been here often enough for Noah to know how to approach him, but everything feels so different now. 

“Nick?” he asks softly, trying not to spook him too much. 

The deep furrow of Nick’s brow makes his chest ache a little. If there was a way for him to take that feeling away entirely, he would. 

“Is it okay if I hold you? Or do you need something else?” 

Nick blinks up at him for a moment, and Noah thinks that he looks so terribly unsure of everything. 

“Can we just sit here for a bit?” Nick replies, sounding so very timid. 

Noah sits next to him on the sofa in an instant, “Of course. Whatever you need.” 

Nick’s held him like this plenty of times and Noah still feels a little clumsy about this, but if Nick needs to burrow his face into his chest, then he’ll give him that. And really, if he can accept this softness from him, it’s only right and fair if he gives a little bit of it back. He’s content to hold him like this for as long as Nick needs it. One hand rubbing soothingly along his back, while the other rests just above his waist. 

This all is still so tender and Noah isn’t quite sure what exactly they are, but he knows that Nick means more to him than anyone else ever has.

“What brought this on?” he asks after a while. 

Nick shifts in his embrace, twists out of it so that he can look up at him. 

Noah can’t help himself then. His fingers brush along Nick’s cheek before he can stop himself. Nick practically melts into the touch, and maybe that already gives him the answer to his question. 

“I don’t think that I want to hide this – us – from them. I want to be able to hold your hand when they’re around. I know this is new but –” he trails off into mumbled words and Noah won’t force from him – not today. 

“We don’t have to hide.” Noah says and finds himself sounding surprisingly firm, “I love you Nick and I don’t want to hide it from our friends.”  

Something flickers across Nick’s face then, and a moment later he sees him swallow down a shaky breath. 

“I know we haven’t really talked about what this is. But I don’t think that people who are just friends touch each other like that.” 

Nick gives a faint little chuckle at that, “I agree.” 

He sits up then, but remains close enough for his knees to still touch Noah’s thigh. 

“Can we go back to what you said before that?” 

Part of him wants to play dumb and make him specify what part he means. But Noah knows exactly what he means. 

“The bit about us not having talked about this? We should go back to that, yes.” 

Nick shakes his head, “The other thing. You love me?” 

He sounds almost surprised, and maybe that stings a little. But he knows that Nick is so willing to give love without expecting anything in return that it doesn’t really surprise him. 

“Of course I do. I think I always have in a way.” he replies, “I’m not always good at saying it or showing it, but I’ve never cared more for anyone.” 

The kiss that follows carries more meaning than the words ever could. It’s chaste in its own way, gentle and sweet, and fills Noah’s chest with warmth. They never quiet part, Nick remains pressed up against him for a long while, and Noah can’t exactly complain about that. 

They spent the remainder of their evening with re-heated takeaway and a movie they’ve seen plenty of times. For once, Nick is the one resting against his chest, instead of it being the other way around. Noah keeps his arms wrapped around his middle, his hand resting comfortably on Nick’s tummy. They’ve kissed before, they’ve done more than that, but for some reason he still has to work himself up to press his lips against Nick’s cheek. 

Nick tries to peer up at him then. 

“Watch your film.” Noah whispers and seals the words with another soft kiss. 

Nick turns back to the TV rather reluctantly. And when Noah trails his kisses a little lower, he doesn’t turn to face him again. Instead, he just melts further against him. 

The moment is so perfectly mundane.  

When the credits roll across the screen, Nick slowly begins to shift again. Noah can’t quite bring himself to release him just yet, though. 

“Stay here for a moment?” he asks, pulling Nick a little bit closer again, “Tell me if it gets bad, okay? Doesn’t matter what’s going on or where we are. If you need out, tell me. I know that I can’t magic that feeling away, but if I can help make it better, I want to do that.”

“I think I just needed to hear you say it. Going from being able to touch you just like that to having to hide how I really feel didn’t make me feel good.” 

The admission stings a little, but it’s good to know what Nick needs from this – from him. 

“Then we don’t hide it. I’m all yours anyway.” Noah replies. 

Nick is curled against his front when they finally find their way into bed. His hand wraps around the one Noah had placed against his chest. 

“Noah?”

He hums in acknowledgement. 

“I love you too.” 

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[thefallennightmare]

You being with Ruffilo and him finding out you relapsed with hurting yourself [sh] (if your comfy)

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Talks about self harm below the belt!!

"Honey?" Nicholas' voice called out in your apartment.

You choked on a sob while standing above the sink in the bathroom staring as blood dripped into the porcelain.

It wasn't a deep cut on your arm but enough to bleed.

You'd been doing so well the last few months that the voices in your head stopped.

Until this morning after Nicholas left to work in the tattoo shop for a few hours and you found yourself down a rabbit hole of nasty comments online.

A soft knock on the open door brought you out of your dark thoughts and when you glanced up in the mirror, Nicholas' shocked expression stared back at you.

"I'm sorry," you cried.

Not saying a word, he grabbed a towel from one of the drawers and the first aid kit from under the sink.

Once you were sat on the edge of the bathtub, Nicholas inspected your cut.

"It's not deep. We'll bandage it and you'll be fine," his soft voice reassured the voices in your mind.

You kept apologizing over and over with tears streaming down your face.

Nicholas hushed your cries with a tender kiss on your forehead, your nose, and then your lips.

"It's alright, honey. You don't have to keep apologizing. Let me get you cleaned up and we'll rest in bed for the rest of the day."

"I tried. I did," you rambled on.

He nodded. "I know. It's okay."

Once your cut was bandaged and the sink was cleaned, the blade thrown in the trash, Nicholas helped you into bed where he followed suit.

It wasn't often you relapsed with your self harm but when you did, he was always there to clean you up, dry your tears, and give you soft affirmations on how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

[ciginatree]

My baby fever is wild right now so since we have MIW as dads how Bad omens?

Yayyy BO asks!!! Sorry this took so long it’s been a crazy week 😭

Noah: He’s baffled at how small your child is compared to him. He’s so gentle and cautious, especially the first time he holds them. He’s quietly protective of them, supporting them through whatever they go through. Definitely gets them into anime and makes them watch it with him even if they don’t like it

Jolly: Loves singing to your kid. When you were pregnant he would place his head on your stomach and hum tunes. Now, he sings for them and teaches them how to play the guitar. He’ll do anything for his kid, doesn’t matter how ridiculous. Fashion show? He’ll build a runway. Tea party? Dresses up in the prettiest tiara.

Ruffilo: He’s scared to have kids at first, wary and reserved. But the second that baby laughs at him he completely melts. He buys them all kinds of stuffed animals and toys, watching them play and occasionally joining in if they ask him to. He makes all kinds of diy presents for their birthday, especially if it’s artistic.

Folio: He’s the fun dad that takes his kid and their friends everywhere. He’s the chauffeur that ends up being the life of the party. He’s very hands on and constantly asking what he can do for you and the baby. If his kid gets hurt, he’s very gentle about cleaning the wound and asking what they learned from it without making it a big deal.

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[artificialfanfiction]

Blind Date – One Shot

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Disclaimer: The content on this blog is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes. None of the scenarios depicted here are based on real-life occurrences. Enjoy the stories and let your imagination run wild!

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pairing Nicholas Ruffilo x reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nick was lounging in the cramped tour bus, his long hair cascading over the pages of a well worn book. His bandmates, who had grown accustomed to his quiet, contemplative nature, were busy in their own worlds, preparing for their next gig. That's when Noah bounded over, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Nick, my man," Noah began, his voice carrying the enthusiasm of someone about to unveil a grand surprise. "Guess what I've got for you?"

Nicholas peered over his reading glasses, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, Noah. What's the latest prank?"

"Not a prank," Noah said with a smirk. "A blind date."

Nicholas snorted and returned to his book. "Yeah, right. I'm not falling for that."

"No, seriously," Noah insisted, plucking the book from his hands. "It's all set up. She's a fan, super into music, and she's got more ink than the two of us combined."

The mention of tattoos perked up Nicholas' interest. He had a soft spot for those who shared his artistic passion. "Alright, spill it," he said, folding his arms across his chest.

Noah beamed. "Her name is Y/N. She's got this amazing taste in music, and she's a bass player herself. Plus, she's got this killer sense of humor. I think you guys are going to hit it off."

The skepticism didn't leave Nicholas' face entirely, but curiosity had certainly set in. "Fine," he conceded. "Set it up."

The night of the blind date, Nicholas found himself outside a quaint little music venue, nerves jittering like a guitar string about to snap. He adjusted his leather jacket, hoping he'd dressed to impress. As he scanned the dimly lit room, he spotted a girl sitting at the bar, her hair a vibrant shade of blue that matched the neon lights above her. She had her nose buried in a book, and the sight of her, in a sea of metal fans and rock enthusiasts, made him smile.

Approaching with a smoothness he didn't know he had, he tapped her on the shoulder. "Y/N?"

She looked up, her eyes wide and hazel, framed by dark lashes. She wore a simple black T shirt that showcased her intricate tattoo sleeves. "You must be Nick," she said, her voice a melodious blend of sweetness and sass.

The conversation flowed as easily as the whiskey in their glasses. They talked about their favorite bands, the pain and joy of playing bass, and the stories behind their ink. They bonded over obscure music facts and shared experiences of late night jam sessions that turned into early morning philosophical debates.

As the evening progressed, they found themselves in the back alley, sharing a cigarette and laughing over the most ridiculous band names they'd ever heard. The cool air was filled with the faint hum of the city's pulse, mingling with the distant echoes of music from the venue.

Y/N leaned against the brick wall, her laughter subsiding into a contented smile. She studied the tattoo on the inside of his wrist, a complex maze of musical notes and skulls. "This is beautiful," she murmured, tracing the lines with her finger.

Nicholas felt his heart stutter in his chest. "Thank you," he managed, his voice thick.

Her hand lingered on his skin, and their eyes locked. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was as unexpected as it was electrifying. It was a moment of pure, unbridled connection, a harmony of two souls finding a rhythm in each other.

The kiss was tender, yet fierce, filled with the kind of passion that could only be born from a shared love of music and a sudden, overwhelming attraction. When they finally pulled apart, breathless and grinning like teenagers, they both knew that this was no ordinary blind date.

"Well, I guess we can thank your bandmates for this," Y/N said, her cheeks flushed.

Nicholas chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess so."

They decided to extend their night with an impromptu jam session in her garage, their instruments speaking a language that didn't require words. The music they created together was a symphony of unspoken truths and undeniable chemistry.

Later, as they sat on the hood of her car, the cool metal a stark contrast to their heated bodies, they talked about their hopes and fears, their dreams and their scars. They found solace in the rhythm of their hearts, beating in time with the echoes of their music.

The night grew late, and the stars above them were the only witnesses to the promises they whispered to each other. It was a perfect blend of serendipity and fate, a melody that neither of them could have predicted.

As the first light of dawn kissed the horizon, they parted ways, but not before exchanging numbers and making plans for another date. Noah's setup had gone better than anyone could have imagined. Little did they know, the universe had been playing its own tune, bringing together two lost souls with a love for the same beat.

And in that moment, as the sun began to rise, the world felt a little less chaotic, and a little more in sync, thanks to the magic of music and a blind date gone right.

[idwt-money]

Love triangle pt.1

MDNI 18+

thank you to this beautiful anon for this idea, part 2 will be posted within the next couple days my lovelies <3 introducing noah next part!! super sorry its short! next part will be longer!

Series Description: reader is polyamorous and in a relationship with Nicholas, when Noah replaces the lead singer of the band, reader catches feelings!

1k words, Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!reader

CW: fingering (fem rec), virginity, unprotected sex

you met your boyfriend, Nicholas in your junior year of highschool. you two had been close friends after graduation. even though Nicholas had gone down a different path in life, being in a band with some of his closest friends, and you going to college as a business major, you both kept in touch.

it wasn't until mid-way of your first year in college that you realized you had feeling for Nicholas and you'd only hoped he felt the same.

although, you were hesitant about it. Nicholas knew you were polyamorous, but you weren't sure he would be open to the idea himself.

one day, you were sat in the garage Nicholas and his band were rehearsing in. after the band finished their, rather lengthy, rehearsal, Nicholas had sat down on the couch with you. it was later on in the evening so you all had a couple beers by the time the band finished up.

through slightly drunken words you and Nicholas had confessed your feelings for each other.

"i care about you so much, Nick. you mean so much to me." you had your head resting on his shoulder, his hand interwoven with yours, his thumb soothing over your own.

"you're my entire world, y/n. i'm not quite sure what i would without you, if i'm being honest." there was a small chuckle that left his lips.

you looked up at him, with small tears threatening their way out of your eyes.

"Nick, i really do want you. all of you. i just don't want to hurt you if-" you couldn't finished before Nicholas started to reassure you.

"my love bug, you aren't going to hurt me. you know that. i accept you and love you just how you are." his palm was now comforting your face, giving a reassuring caress.

neither of you had anymore words to share, there was no need. within seconds, your lips connected with Nicholas' and you were sat upon his lap.

he was so gentle with you. his hands softly gripping at your skin as if he was taking in every feeling, every little thing any other man would find insignificant.

embarrassingly enough to admit, this would be your first time. you were almost 20 and still had yet to lose your virginity. the thought of it was enough to make your head spin and your heart pound against your chest.

you broke away from the kiss, taking a deep breath in hopes it would calm your shaky and worked up nerves.

"are you okay, love bug?" his voice was ridden with concern, his eyebrows knitting together as he took in your shaken up state.

"um- yeah i just...it's like.." it was hard for you to admit. especially to Nicholas. he had a small moment in senior year where he was hooking up with girls left and right, you knew he was decently skilled in the topic, yet you knew nothing. well, nothing besides the copious amounts of porn you watched in an attempt to get off.

"you can tell me, don't worry. you don't need to feel embarrassed. we don't have to do this, we can go at your pace." his words did a number on you, helping you calm down enough to tell him what was wrong.

"no! i do want to, it's just going to be my first time.." you bit your lip as soon as the words left your mouth.

he raised his eyebrows. sure he had taken girls virginities before but you? you were different. you had a hold on his heart, he had never felt like this for someone else and although it was a scary feeling, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"i'll go slow with you. if you want to stop at any point, just tell me." his eyes were bearing his soul into yours, his facial expression was dripping in love and concern, a wild mix of the two.

you nodded and gave a small "okay" with a soft smile before going back in to finish what you had started.

in no time, it felt natural. it felt natural to give yourself to him in your most vulnerable form.

his hands were soft while touching you, making cautious moves lower and lower until his hand got the privilege of dipping into your waistband, feeling how absolutely drenched you had become because of him.

he gathered your wetness on his fingers, causing his fingers to slip into you easier. your breath hitched. what a foreign feeling it was, having someone else's fingers buried deep into your cunt. his fingers were by far much longer than yours and hit new places yours would have never reached.

you made eye contact with him as he slowly started to move his fingers in and out of you. you put your hands on his shoulders, helping to ground yourself. you let your eyes flutter close as Nicholas watched your blissed out state. as Nicholas' fingers worked their magic, you felt your stomach pull into knots.

"faster, please Nick, i need it faster." you whined and you let your hips grind down onto him.

"oh does my baby need it faster? hm? harder? need my fingers deep in your pussy?" his words were like warm honey entering your ears.

your nails sunk into his skin through his shirt. your stomach had become hot and bothered, your body creating its own tension as it prepared for what was about to come.

Nicholas attached his lips to your neck, suckling purple and red hickies onto it while speeding up his motions with his fingers. it was a gentle reminder that you were his.

"Nick...oh fuck i'm gunna cum, fuck im gunna cum!" your words were blurring together and your mind went blank as Nicholas talked you through your orgasm. his voice was soft as your mind spiraled in the feeling of your pleasure.

when you came down from your, undeniably heavenly, orgasm, your body collapsed into Nicholas. he gave you gentle forehead kisses as you two talked later on into the night after you both moved into his room.

you had made it official just a few days later.

[cookiesupplier]

Catch You When You Fall - Part One

pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo & ofc (Catherine)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, angst, murder, mystery, smut, mentions of speciesism, mentions of violence, trauma... (to be added.)

summary: A new soul has arrived in the Afterlife. While she appears to adjust just like anyone else might in the new environment of the world of life after death, despite the ordeal she experienced with her death. The question is has she really, and can Nicholas help her without crossing lines that he knows he shouldn't?

Authors Note: Like most of my stories, no beta, but enjoy if you lik lol.

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Screeching, she can hear something screeching, and it's making her head ring so bad as she stumbled forward, it was making her so dizzy that everything around her just feels like it's a blur for the moment. What is going on? The room, it’s, it’s spinning, is it even just a room, a hall maybe, it was long, it felt like it could go on forever. Perhaps that was because she couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing. Catherine leaned against the wall for a moment, closing her eyes, trying to take a breath. She was just at home, she was just, in her bedroom, she was just…

That sound wasn't screeching at all. It was screaming. Screaming, and it was coming from her. She had been screaming until her throat felt like it was ripped to sandpaper. Oh god, she remembered screaming, and she remembered there being another person in the room, but it had been so dark who had it had been, why, why had they… and, then... nothing. Why did her head hurt so much?

Cat’s hand rose to her throat, her fingers pressed to the soft skin tenderly, flinching as she swallowed, it… it didn’t hurt. Why didn’t it hurt? She remembered the pain. She remembered feeling the hard press of their gloved hand circling around her throat, digging in painfully until she couldn’t breathe. He’d laughed, she had looked up into those strangely familiar eyes, and he’d laughed. Why had they been familiar? Why couldn’t she remember who they were?

She swore she remembered waking up in her bedroom. Cat didn’t remember what had startled her enough to wake her, but she did remember seeing him, it was a him, she knew it was a him, well, she assumed it was him. His stature, lack of breasts, presence of his aroused state when he used his body to slam her against the wall as he cornered her in the hallway after she leapt from her bed and tried to run. At the very least, he had been born physically male. The mask hid her attacker's face, and it had been far too dark for her to see anything other than black, she’d barely gotten a glimpse of the eyes when they’d got right up close as they’d choked her. The irony, all of her dark fantasies could have come true with that masked person choking her that night, were it not for one thing.

What they had wanted.

They didn’t want her in any way other than dead, which lead Cat right to where she was now, standing in a rather bleak room, almost. Was this, an office hall? She was dead, right? She hadn’t been dreaming or anything? As in, she had actually died? No catch twenty twos, no second chances, no glimpses of what-ifs.. Maybe she’d read one too many supernatural books… so sue her. 

“Catherine?”

Her head turned swiftly, glancing to the side of her, only to groan softly in pain, her hand flying to her head and cradled it with her palm to her temple, the sudden movement had not eased the throbbing. 

“That would be from you hitting your head on the way down when you fell, please, you should sit.”

Looking at the man in confusion, he looked so, well, frankly, normal. Blue eyes, blonde hair, highlights matching his sun kissed skin, he had a couple of random tattoos down his forearms, over all he looked like a basic surfer. Nothing alarming that meshed anything close to her dream. Who was he? Just the same, though, he was guiding her to one of the empty desks, where he pulled a chair from the desk, offering it to her so she could sit, just as he had suggested. Once she had, he proceeded to pull another chair over so he could join her sitting by the desk. Then, almost, as if by magic, which, it couldn’t be, that was impossible right? An ice pack appeared in the man’s hand, holding it out to her.

“Here, this should help ease the headache.”

Accepting the cold pack, Cat took in a sharp breath as she pressed it to the back of her head. It was so tender, there was a spike of pain with the pressure, however it was soothed quickly with the cool feeling. A moment later she shivered a little at the ice pack in her hand even. 

“Thank you.”

Seeing him smile to her, Cat watched him warily for a moment, trying to understand what was happening here. After a moment, she decided that she was just going to bite the bullet and ask.

“I am, dead, right? I didn’t.. Hallucinate everything that happened, did I?”

The kind of smile that came her way pretty much told her everything she wanted to know, pity. Sighing, she presumed that it could very well be intended to be understanding, but it didn’t feel that way. No, it felt like pity. At least he wasn’t smirking at her, yea, the last time she got bad news it went sideways very fast. The worst moments, for Cat, were when a person didn’t even mean to be. For instance, the burst of childish laughter at a horrifying moment that had ripped your heart out. At least this man, whose eyes, eyes, had a look that told her he might as well be as old as dirt for however young he appeared. She was dead, and he was possibly an old man, in a young body, oh yes, that made absolutely complete sense.

Frowning, she glanced along the hall, there were other people along the desks, talking with people along the way just as she was. Some were calm, some however, not so much. One at every desk looked rather, shall we say, out of place. For instance, while her, for lack of anything else to call him, her new friend, he certainly hadn’t been rude to her so far at least… was dressed in smart casual attire. Button down shirt, rolled up sleeves to his elbows, long slacks, neatly trimmed hair, she however, was dressed in her nightgown. At least unlike some of her other night gowns, this one at least was more on the modest side, not to say Cat wore a lot of risqué nightgowns, but she had some. For when she had someone in her bed that might enjoy it. Unfortunately that was few and far in between times, it had been quite awhile, hence the very modest night gown. 

Holding the ice pack to her head as she turned her focus back to her new, friend, of sorts, whoever he was. Who was he?

“How about we start with introductions, shall we?”

Perking up at that, trying not to flinch at her pained head, he might as well have read her mind for a moment there, but she stayed silent, letting him continue. Years ago she’d learned to stay silent and let others talk freely, especially when they had already started, tended to go far better than cutting than off to demand information. Most times anyway. Sometimes it got her even more information than she could personally want, while it could lead to some embarrassment in certain cases, in others, it was exceptionally useful. 

“My name is Bryce, I am your caseworker. It’s my job to help transition from life to the Afterlife, until you are ready to reincarnate, which, don’t worry about that right now. Reincarnation is a layered subject we should leave for a later time, once you’ve settled.”

Casework, afterlife, reincarnation? Well, that was more than she expected. Blinking at him, she had no idea what to say to that, the whole world just seemed to stop.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

Questions? Did she have any questions? What kind of question was that? Who in their right mind wouldn’t have questions? Has anyone ever said no to that? It felt like kind of a redundant question in itself, and it made her want to- no, no. She was not going to laugh in the face of the first kind face she’d met upon her arrival in the afterlife since her demise.

“Oh, maybe just a few. Let’s start with you just throwing Afterlife out there like that, so, am I in, ah, Heaven, Hell, Limbo? Honestly, I have no idea what to think here, because this just looks like-”

Cat turned her head, still holding the ice pack in place against the back of her skull, she did not want to risk losing that sweet relief. 

“An office building.

There was no other way she could think of as a way to describe the look of this place. As her attention turned back to, to, Bryce, right, Bryce, and continuing right on.

“I can’t be certain that if I got up and walked out the front door, I wouldn’t in the middle of the city square.”

His smile this time was far less sad and more amused,

“The Afterlife is more generalised than specific in terms of places. Technically in the means of the way human religions see them, there is technically no specific Heaven, Hell, Elysium, Valhalla, Summerland, the Duat, the list goes on as you can imagine. Now, in saying that, there are many here in this particular area of the Afterlife, that refer to it as Hell, affectionately, of course. They do this as it is the gateway to many punishment dimensions of the Afterlife. Now, in saying that, you, Catherine, are in no way here to be punished. If you were here to be sent to one of those dimensions, we would not be sitting here talking as we are. There is a whole different hall you’d be going through, and very different people you’d be meeting if you were.” Something about that seemed to amuse him greatly, “And they aren’t exactly the kind of people you really want to know, quite undesirable as it were.”

Frowning slightly, oh? That, was a curious thought, that there were people in the Afterlife, in Hell, there were still people that were considered undesirable, outside of those being sent to be punished she was presuming. At least, in Bryce’s opinion. It made her wonder why. Something else also caught her attention with his little spiel about where she was, about what the Afterlife actually was.. Human religions, he didn’t just say religion, he specifically said human religion.

“When you say human religion specifically, is that to suggest there are more than just humans here in the Afterlife?”

This caused Bryce to smile brightly, 

“Oh, you are a bright one, smart, catch on quickly. I like that. Correct. Most of us that live in this area of the afterlife are in fact demons, I am a demon. I hope that doesn’t scare you, we are quite friendly, I promise.”

There was a possibility that Bryce misinterpreted the surprised expression crossing her features when he mentioned demons, assuming she was afraid with the news instead. The amount of supernatural books that she’d read in her life only to find out that demons were something that were in fact real. Oh, it made her wonder what else she could find in the Afterlife, what else she might find here. Were there vampires, werewolves? What kind of creatures were in Hell? Were there different creatures here in hell that there were in different parts of the Afterlife?

If Bryce wondered whether she had questions about being here in the Afterlife before, that was nothing compared to now. Her mind was just completely reeling as to what he’d revealed to her. Still though,

“I’m sorry, you just, look so human.”

Smiling,

“Well, admittedly, not every demon does, there are plenty of those that reside here that don’t shift into a more human form. Because I interact with humans quite a bit, especially ones like yourself, that are just starting their transition to the Afterlife, I find it eases their passage just a little having a more familiar. A friendly face to help them acclimate to their new surroundings help a great deal. How am I doing so far?”

The chuckle that followed made Cat think that Bryce wasn’t really looking for an answer as to how she was actually doing, and was really just joking around in hopes to just ease her in with his amusing remark. She supposed he wasn’t wrong however, though, it would have been quite a shock if she’d stumbled into the hall and been approached by someone looking vastly different. Not that she knew how demons actually looked quite yet. For all she knew, they looked just as welcoming as he did. “Fine, I guess.” “How is your head feeling, Darling?”

Oh, she tried not to frown, she’d never liked it when men did that, called her Darling or something like they were all familiar with her, and they didn’t even know her. Now there were some people in her life that it was different with, her friends, they’d just had a different way about them, and some of them she clicked with quickly. She’d only just met Bryce, and as nice as he seemed, it was a liberty she didn’t feel comfortable giving him yet. 

It did not help that from a darkness in her mind, she couldn’t shake the shadow of a thought of the man that held her to a wall, pressing his body to hers, choking the life out of her. Now this man was calling her, Darling, like it was nothing.

Taking a breath, she lifted the ice pack from the back of her head, realising…

“Oh, I, it’s, much better. My headaches gone. Thank you.”

It was just gone. As she offered him the ice pack back, the smile as he took it from her seemed, significant, as if he had expected as much, and had known all along that her headache would just vanish to nothing. That, was just frustrating, and it would have been nice to be told instead of manipulated, even gently. She’d just been murdered, she didn’t need to be manoeuvred around like a game here. Her initial welcoming feeling from when she arrived might be waning right now.

“So, um, now that I know I’m dead, what now exactly?”

What did, being in the Afterlife even mean, what would she even do here until she was eligible to reincarnate? 

“Now, Darling,” There it was again, he was comfortable with that, wasn’t he?

“I give you the tour.”

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[ladyveronikawrites]

WIP: Kinktober Edition

COUNTDOWN TO KINKTOBER!

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WHAT I'M WORKING ON

BAD OMENS

BRIDGE PART THREE (Omens! gang bang - leather fetish, boots)

You take his cock so well, doll You want another? (Ruffilo x Jolly x Noah x Reader - Sensory Deprivation, voice kink)

IMPOLITE PART FIVE (Noah x Jolly x oc - Service Submission, tasks, and assignments)

Puppy Play Date! (Pup!Noah x Pup!Folio x Owner!Ruffilo - collaring)

IF PAIN IS BEAUTY, I'M A PRETTY BITCH (Noah x FemDom OC Vivian - Chastity, Humiliation, Sissification//feminization)

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE

oh no, my boyfriend's a vampire (Chris x Nicky - vampire boyfriends/breath play)

Come on Chloe, It's just a haunted house (Stepbrother!Justin x Bio Brother’s Best Friend!Vinny x OC -boots/haunted house)

more cocks more fun right? (Chris x Justin x Rick x Ryan x vinny x oc - multiple penetration /voyeurism) 

You got that dawg in you? (Owner!Ryan x Pup!Vinny x oc - tasks and assignments - body worship)

She's going to drive them wild (Chris x Rick x reader - leather/latex -femdom)

A little gift for you👑-You take his cock so well, doll You want another? Ruffilo x Jolly x Noah x Ruby

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” his familiar twang wraps around her like a warm blanket. She should probably be sobbing into her wine glass in a rose-scented bubble bath in the comfort of her home instead she replies with “Whiskey neat, double.”

“That kinda night?” he asks, sliding her the glass of liquor. Ruby just downs the drink and makes her way to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar. She scrolls through the CDs not really impressed with the selection. 

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[yumikitten]

Request: Idk if you've seen on tiktok (the booktok side) where this girl finds a motorcycle in the parking lot of Barnes and Noble and tries to find the man riding it in the store??? And when she does, he's in the romance sections and UwU's at him! Eheeek! But then he makes his own account to find her and even goes as far to say he's never been UwU'd in the wild before. Lmao But anyway, it kind of gives me Ruffilo vibes! I feel like he'd be in the romance section for sure!

A/N: Omg I have!! They have a date Tuesday! And I guess she recommended ACOTAR and he's totally reading it now. Legit its own romance novel in the making! But I agree, this has Ruffilo vibes! So, without further ado. Ahem.

Warnings: None, only fluff. 💕

You were on your way into Barnes and Noble at 9am sharp to grab your copy of Iron Flame before they sold out. You'd waited at least six months for it and you weren't about to be hindered by not only them selling out on release day, but finding a misprinted copy. For whatever reason, there were hundreds of misprints out in the world and you would not be one of those people getting one. You were about to inspect the living hell out of each copy you could so you brought home the perfect one.

Walking into the romance section, you immediately see a man with his hair pulled up looking at Fourth Wing, stopping in your tracks and pulling yourself behind the end aisle shelves. Standing in shock at not only finding a man in the romance section of a book store, but a man that was entirely too hot for his own good. Was he gay? Was that what was going on here? Men who openly read romance novels were usually gay. Never before had you seen someone of the opposite gender as hot as he was looking into one of your favorite books. It had to be a ploy, right? Maybe he was getting it for his girlfriend, you reasoned as your eyes averted down and to the right where a few copies of Iron Flame were. With a last glance at the man who had his back turned to you, you made your way to his right and began looking through the first copy.

The book jacket looked pretty solid, the font perfectly aligned. The title page plainly said it was Iron Flame as did the spine. You even noticed the map wasn't upside-down and you weren't losing a hundred pages or better. From what you could tell, chapter seventeen still had the dragon printed on it and you didn't see any duplicate pages. Satisfaction rolled through your body as you stood up and smiled widely to yourself. It was the perfect copy of Iron Flame. Now all you needed to do was check out and you'd be on your way home to binge read the ever living fuck out of it.

Turning, you noticed the man still standing there, now with another and much darker romance: Haunting Adeline. It wasn't for the faint hearted and not something someone should read their first time. You weren't positive this was his first time reading smut, but the signs were there. If he was trying to choose between those two specifically, he wasn't aware of the differences in romance.

"Get Fourth Wing," you spun around to tell him, light gray eyes piercing through you as a smile crept between his cheeks. "Haunting Adeline is a very dark romance whereas Fourth Wing is fantasy romance."

"How dark are we talking?" He asked, putting it back on the shelf to grab Fourth Wing again.

"Dark enough to know you might cringe at one of the chapters in there if you haven't read dark romance before. Trust me, get Fourth Wing." You clutched Iron Flame to your chest in a vice, not wanting it out of your sight for a second. "The second book, Iron Flame, just came out today. It's worth the hype, believe me."

Raising his eyebrow, looking between you and the shelf, he picked up the second book as well. "Well, if you insist it's as good as you're wanting me to believe."

"Oh, it is absolutely amazing. But also, let me see that." You reached your hand out for the copy he grabbed, the man giving it to you without question. Once again, you ran through the mental checklist of misprints and found no problems with this one either. Both perfect copies were USA published, not Italy. Part of you was beginning to suspect the Italy copies were the problem. "Long story, but there have been a wide-range of misprints this release. Probably the biggest I've ever seen, but it looks like this copy is perfect."

He accepted it back, "Thanks, I don't even know if I'd notice a difference or not."

Shrugging, you said, "You'd know if you were missing a hundred pages toward the end."

He seemed to be taken aback. "No shit?"

You nodded, "Yea, it's crazy ugly with some of them. The list kept growing with how many different problems people were finding."

"Well, I appreciate it. I'm looking forward to reading it." His smile was warming as one of his hands held the two books at his side. Honestly, he was much too pretty not to be gay. Quite, seemingly reserved, and wanting to read romance. Either he was gay or he was the perfect man. And the tattoos? Seriously, the universe was playing with you at how rare this occasion was.

"You definitely will, promise." Instead of introducing yourself like a normal human, you really wanted to get home to read. The more time spent lolly-gagging, the more spoilers you'd have to dodge online. You waved, smiled, and turned around to check out. Was what you were doing dumb? Absolutely. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance presented before you and your focus was on a book about dragons and Shadow Xaddy.

You stood in line to check out, women shuffling in to grab their own copies as you saw the mystery man walk toward you. Well, not you per say, but the line. You truly hoped he'd like your recommendation as it really was one of your favorite series now. Who didn't enjoy it? The book had everything you could possibly want. Characters were fleshed out, dragons could communicate with you, Xaden Riorson. The sarcasm could put a person on their knees alone. Xaden Riorson.

You swing the door open to leave, your car in one of the first few spots as you hear someone behind you. Turning, you see the man walk toward you, books in hand.

"Here," he hands you a piece of paper with a number on it and the name Nicholas across the top. "This way I can tell you what I think about it later." Cheeks flushed you stood there perplexed. Was this happening right now? Did the hot man just give you his number?

Without thinking, you grabbed a pen out of your purse and pulled his hand toward you to write your name and number on his palm.

"There," you finished the last digit, capping the pen and putting it back in your purse, "now you can text me any time it gives you a crisis."

"Crisis?"

"A good crisis, but crisis nonetheless." His eyes were glistening in the morning sunlight, eyes looking into yours like he had found a gem. "I'd get to reading before you get any spoilers. It's a dangerous time right now."

"I'll be sure to keep a lookout if you promise to be the person to discuss theories with." Hand outstretched, Nicholas waited to see if you'd accept his proposal or not.

"Sounds like a plan to me." You took his hand in yours, the fingers calloused yet somehow still soft as you shook hands. Eventually, the two of you parted ways, your mind questioning if you had a fever dream or not. Regardless, you had a book to start. Time was ticking.

Four hours later, you get a text from Nicholas saying, "I don't know, but Dain sounds like a tool." And thus your relationship with Nicholas Ruffilo officially started.

[thefallennightmare]

Okay so there’s just something about Ruffilos eyes that just make me fucking melt plus his voice is really nice to listen to. I feel like if he stared at me I’d combust, so can I request Ruffilo with someone who gets flustered/blushes easy. Thank you Tina!

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SLIGHT SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

Your cheeks were on fire.

No scratch that.

All of you were on fire.

Your skin was red with the blaze of heat because Nicholas wouldn't stop staring at you from his position on the couch. His long arms were spread across the back of it while his thighs were open and inviting.

You stammered over your words while you stood in front of him, those dark eyes pinning you in place.

Nicholas cocked his head to the side. "What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?"

You swallowed thickly, the cool air from the overhead fan brushing against your peaked nipples.

"N-no."

Fuck.

You hated how flustered you were right now but couldn't help it with the way Nicholas' eyes drank in the sight of you naked in front of him.

"Then do what I told you to" his chest rumbled.

You blinked, forgetting what he said. "I-uh. Shit. I forgot."

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, beckoning you over with a finger. "I said to get on your knees and crawl to me."

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ONE SHOTS inspired by songs

NOAH SEBASTIAN

Melodies Between Friends

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

Strings of Fate

Prologue, Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Epilogue

Eternal Whispers

Part I, Part II, Part III

NOAH SEBASTIAN AS A BOYFRIEND HEADCANON

Part 1, Part 2

Say you're mine and I'll forgive–ONE SHOTS inspired by songs

Across the Distance: A Journey to Us

Shadows of the Night

Ikigai

Rainfall Patterns

Red Lips & Expensive Champagne

SuperStar–ONE SHOTS inspired by songs

NICK RUFFILO

Dangerously–ONE SHOTS inspired by songs

NICK FOLIO

JOAKIM KARLSSON

The Southern Gothic-ONE SHOTS inspired by songs

Symphony of Tastes

ANDY BIERSACK

The Last One

[omens-and-more]

You seem mad sis. Calm down. The man is almost 30, in a band. I’m sorry (not) that you think calling him a hoe is mean. It’s not, it’s just factual. Any guy his age, in his situation, would be the same. Lol

Not the mad anon but where 👏is 👏your👏proof👏??

Making accusations about someone you don't know is wild and potentially defamatory.

"It's just factual" so any band guy around their 30s is a hoe? Got it. I guess that's why Ruffilo and Jolly have been in successful long term relationships.

Honestly I think you have a personal issue with Noah. You must be the same anon going to the other blogs complaining about Noah's hookups. You got a beef with him? Are you someone he rejected? You mad sis that you didn't get the D so now you spread hateful lies?

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[cookiesupplier]

Catch You When You Fall - Part Eight

pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo & ofc (Catherine)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, angst, murder, mystery, smut, mentions of speciesism, mentions of violence, trauma, mental health, depression, anxiety, sleep terrors, loss of appetite, (potentially more to come)

summary: A new soul has arrived in the Afterlife. While she appears to adjust just like anyone else might in the new environment of the world of life after death, despite the ordeal she experienced with her death. The question is has she really, and can Nicholas help her without crossing lines that he knows he shouldn't?

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Nicholas was at a loss, he had a caught Cat in his arms, as she stumbled, thinking she had just entirely passed out, only to have her eyes, wide and glassy blinking up at him, maybe she was just woozy? He swallowed as he looked down at her, the way her expression was in a state of shock seeing him out of nowhere, Nicholas could almost imagine what might be going through her head. Either this was a dream, or she could have somehow died and passed through the doors all over again, he’d been there, the question had been asked by souls in the past with surreal moments after they first arrived. Strands of his long dark hair that had escaped where he’d tied it back into a bun at the back of his head had fallen around his face. They brushed along her cheeks before he was helping her stand back up to her feet.

“Are you alright? You almost took quite the fall just then.”

Watching her carefully, even as she stood up, he noticed as she did, she reached out for the railing on her balcony, to grasp it for support, keeping her balance. Was she swaying a little?

“I, I’m fine, I think I just need to sit down a lit-”

Nick frowned in concern a little down a little at her.

“When did you last eat?”

Glancing at his watch, okay, so it was starting to get a bit later in the day, and maybe he would be heading home, and starting to think about dinner soon himself. But seeing her almost pass out like that, it felt a bit off to him. Not to mention her eyes being all glassy right now, honestly he didn’t quite know what it might mean, if it meant anything at all, she could just be tired after starting her job the past two days. Either way, he worried about whatever had caused the effect, and wanted to make sure she was okay before he left her here on her own. It would be different if he knew she had someone staying with her, but she didn’t. That was a thought though, a roommate situation, or even just a buddy program for the newly acquainted to Hell, but roommates would be most useful. Especially in this situation. Just someone checking in on her, who knows how long it would have taken for them to figure out how long it would have taken to realise she had passed out. Some would say it was also the point of Bryce, but he had piles of cases on his books, Nicholas knew that personally, at least, he should, though, plenty of Nicholas’ were actually ones in punishment. Not all of them were viable souls living in Hell. 

Nicholas, what was Nicholas doing here. One moment, Cat was moving to head back inside of her apartment because she was starting to feel dizzy, and the next she had his warm, soft but firm arms around her. Swallowing as his eyes, piercing blue eyes as they stared into hers, she was dazed, and she felt sick, she knew why, not that she wanted to admit it when he asked her when she’d last eaten. It was all she could do not to groan. Just his voice, no matter how soft, and gentle he sounded, there was a commanding quality to it, that promised trouble if she dared lie to him, and yet, what could he do to her really? 

“I had something this afternoon, when I got home, after work.”

She had, technically, she had the coffee, never mind that most would say that wasn’t technically eating anything, but she had had something at least. Bending the truth a little, not out right breaking it though at least, there was that, her mother hated it when people lied. The thought of upsetting her mother, even if she was not here, she was glad her mother was not here. That dark feeling in the pit of her stomach churned at the thought of her mother being here sooner than she should. Cat shouldn’t be here. She wanted to sob, Cat shouldn’t be here. Swallowing, she took in a deep breath. Blinking back the sting in her eyes as she thought about how she came to be here at all. 

“I just, I just need to, need to sit down, maybe I was outside in the sun too long, a rest could help. At least I hope so.”

She knew what would really help, and he was probably right, food, but admitting to that when he was right there, would just be admitting that she likely lied, and she didn’t want to do that. Cat also didn’t want to think about how he had just appeared out of nowhere as he seemed determined to help her inside, his hand so soft, so gentle on her arm, holding her. She presumed to make sure she didn’t fall again.

As she stepped back inside of her apartment, making her way to her sitting area, Nicholas walked with her to her couch, and she moved to sit down with a sigh, just letting herself relax. It would be a bold faced lie to say she didn’t feel a bit weak and dizzy. Without even realising that he had moved, a moment later, something was being pressed into her hand, a cool glass of water. He’d disappeared into her kitchen to get her a glass of water… and she hadn’t even noticed?

“Drink, and we’ll order you something for dinner, you need to eat.”

She’d been about to lift the glass to her lips when she baulked at his soft voice, not wanting to, as much as intended to eat, controlling her own dinner, her own food, that was different.

“No, I have already planned some-”

“You need to eat something, and I’m sorry, as much as you might want to I don’t think you are up to cooking, I’ll order you something, unless you have a preference?”

Staring up at him, the way his voice washed over her, as kind and soothing as he sounded, there was a no-nonsense quality to it that made her want to shrink in her seat,

“I, um, could we get Chinese, noodles, please? They… They are my favourite.”

Her father’s favourite, actually, and they reminded her of him. Seeing the way his eyes glanced up from his phone before he dialled a number he seemed to already know by heart and press it to his ear, starting to order familiar dishes from a Chinese restaurant, and Cat sighed. Enough for two, from the sounds of it, he wasn’t going to leave her, whether because she tried to fight him, or because she’d had her spill. He had invited himself over for dinner. What had she gotten herself into?

Nicholas knew he was digging himself in deeper by each passing moment. Now he was waiting for dinner to arrive, dinner that he’d insisted on ordering. He shouldn’t be here, but he couldn’t just leave her here, on her own, maybe he could call Ellie, see if she would be willing to come stay with her, or Ishtar? However, as he moved to sit across from her in the armchair across from her three seater couch in her living area, he didn’t. He knew he probably should, give him reason to head home, and keep space between them, but he didn’t. There was just something about her, and walking away and leaving her in the hands of someone else, even someone he trusted, felt just as bad, as leaving her alone. 

Then again, it wasn’t about feeling bad, he didn’t think.

He just wanted to be here to make sure she was okay, was that so bad?

Yes, Nicholas it was bad, it was terrible. Dammit, no, no, he was fine, it was just dinner, it was just making sure she ate. He was just passing by, and she had a spell, and he was doing his do diligence, and he’d report it to Bryce tomorrow and make sure everything was above board and fine. No one could be sanctioned, not Bryce, and not himself.

“Have you known Ishtar and Ellie long?”

Smiling slightly, small talk time, slightly,

“Somewhat, yes, I was Ellie’s caseworker when she arrived here.”

Seeing the look that crossed her face,

“Like Bryce, I looked after her case and made sure she had her job, her apartment, though Jolly and Folio took care of showing her around for me a lot, cheeky that they are, they’re good friends of mine. Ishtar, I’ve gotten to know more since she started dating Folio.. Who, well, his name is actually Nick, but we call him Folio so it’s less confusing for everyone that way.”

When that made her chuckle slightly, Nicholas couldn’t help but smile a bit more, it was good to hear that, it was nice. She seemed a little bit off kilter the whole time, wary of him, and he wasn’t surprised. Cat didn’t know him, only meeting him yesterday, he turned up here and inviting himself in, even if to help her, but then staying for dinner, it was a lot. He might have a purpose, but he knew it was a lot. A part of him wondered if there wasn’t more to it, if, she wasn’t worried about something else, and that bothered him some. 

How much was Bryce paying attention? Had he checked in on her since she started work yesterday morning? Sure, it was only two days, but he would have checked in on Ellie after one day if he hadn’t seen her that very first night at the bar. Yes, he was aware that had been a part of the problem, being too involved, but it had still worked out. Ellie was fine in the end, but he still felt like something was off was Cat, and he just hoped Bryce was not brushing her off.

“Were you Folio’s caseworker too?”

Shaking his head,

“No, and I wasn’t Jolly’s either, Jolly does however work with Folio and Ellie..”

The way she was nodding, he realised Ellie must have mentioned him, at least his name, or Folio, either of them could have, she’d met both.

“I met Folio, through, my adopted brother, Noah, after Folio got his job in the arrival's office with Jolly a long time ago, long before Ellie came to Hell. Ellie and Noah are bonded, much like Folio and Ishtar. Noah is, well, you’ll know him when you meet him, he comes with a,”

Nicholas hummed as he considered the worded to use.

“Well, an entourage. Ellie likes to refer to them as his shadows, so to speak. It's rather ridiculous. You’d think now that he has a bonded that they’d leave him alone, but no, they still follow him around, like being a demon lord has a point.”

Watching Cat’s eyes go wide, oh he shouldn’t have said that part,

“There’s demon lords?”

“Yes, it just means he’s high up in his level of Hell, I promise you, it's not as special as it sounds. It’s actually a whole hell of a lot of work, that only sounds like it is all kinds of fancy and wonderful. It’s really not. Just a great big headache, trust me.”

Cat frowned the way he said that. It sounded like he was speaking from actual experience, not that he was talking about Noah, but that he was talking about himself. Oh, she turned her head when she heard the doorbell, dinner. Their food had arrived. However, when she went to stand to get up so she could answer the door, she got a bit too dizzy for a moment and struggled, whether Nicholas noticed or not, he reached out to stop her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

She swallowed, looking over at him as she collapsed back into her seat, feeling the darkness in the pit of her stomach twist. The hand around her throat tighten again, she couldn’t breathe before Nicholas was standing up and walk towards the door. What, what was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she do the most simple thing? Stand up and walk to the door, it wasn’t that hard. She wasn’t that weak. She wasn’t that tired. She was fine, she was fine. It wasn’t that she wasn’t eating, she’d missed a meal before. Cat had missed breakfast, sure, but it was nothing. She’d done the forty-hour famine, she had a coffee, it kept her going, she was fine, why couldn’t she even stand up without any trouble right then?

Swallowing as Nicholas sat across from her again, setting the bag of food for their dinner on the table, smiling warmly to him, banishing the thought from her mind, not wanting him to know the self-doubt. He didn’t need to know all of that. That was the last thing she needed, a new friend to find out how much was going on inside of her head. She could figure it out, she could, everything was just, a little bit chaotic, all she needed was time to breathe. Surely that was it.

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Can I just say that you have literally become my favorite writer on this app and I don’t mean it lightly. By the time you see this, I hope you’re having an amazing day.

If I could request a Nicholas Ruffilo headcanon please? where the reader has been wanting to get a Bad Omens inspired tattoo and is talking about it to her friend while in line for a meet and greet with said band, but can’t find a good enough artist in her opinion. Nicholas overhears this and decides to do the tattoo for her, and after finishing the tattoo decides to sign it as well as a memento.

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Your sweet words brought a smile to my face! thank you love!

You couldn't believe this was happening.

Even when you felt the needle of the tattoo gun against your skin and those dark eyes glancing up at you every so often.

You never expected what was only supposed to be a meet and greet with Bad Omens to turn into a private tattoo after the show.

While you were waiting in line for the meet and greet, Nicholas couldn't help but overhear you talking to your friend about how you couldn't find the perfect artist to do your Bad Omens inspired tattoo.

Nicholas was immediately taken by you, the sight of your smile taking his breath away, so he didn't even think twice about offering to do your tattoo. He loved the idea of the design and you knew if anyone could do justice, it was him.

Your heart hammered in your chest, loud and fast, as Nichola's fingers grazed over the skin of your thigh, and the close proximity made your cheeks burn with a blaze of heat.

The two of you made small talk, him getting to know you, and when he was almost finishing up the tattoo you could feel your heart drop. You didn't want the night to end. The subtle flirting every so often told you that Nicholas didn't want it to end either.

"You know," you said slowly. "We never talked about how I would pay you for this."

Nicholas' eyes flashed dark as he looked up at you and you tracked every movement of his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips.

"I can think of something," he suggested while setting the tattoo gun down.

Looking at the fresh ink, you broke out in a huge smile when you realized he brought your idea to life.

You were so entranced with it and seeing that he also signed the tattoo, you almost didn't hear what he said.

"Wh-what?" You asked, breath hitching in your throat.

He slowly rose to his feet so he could lean over you, who sat on the couch in the green room. His finger traced your cheekbone. You desperately wanted to close the distance between you two but were afraid to make the first move.

"I think you should come back to my hotel room tonight. I can give you pointers on tattoos aftercare."

You bit your lip and slowly nodded.