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enemiestolovershoe · 2 months ago

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I really really need a very fucking angsty one shot with Folio and bsf!reader. Like one in which reader nearly gets attacked and nearly died and at the end just really sweet fluff where Folio confesses to reader? :)

Through Fear and Love

Summary: The request explains it pretty well

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Brutal Attack, Bloodloss, mention of death, crying, sobbing and breakdown, mentions of a knife

Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.

A/N: Apologies in advance if any of the medical details or information aren’t entirely accurate!

The air buzzed with a unique energy. Bad Omens was wrapping up their tour with a final show, right here in the city where it all started. For Nick, this was more than just another gig—it was a homecoming. And for you, it was a chance to see your best friend shine on stage. It was one of your favourite things to do in this world.

Nick had offered to pick you up. "Seriously, just let me swing by," he’d said earlier that day, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "It's not a big deal."

But you’d waved him off with a laugh.

"It’s a 30-minute walk, Folio. I love the fresh air. I’ll be fine."

He didn’t seem convinced but eventually relented, telling you to text him the moment you got close.

Now, halfway into your walk, regret sat heavy in your chest. The main roads had melted into quieter streets, and before long, you found yourself on the woodsy path you always tried to avoid. You hated this stretch—it was unnervingly silent, the tall trees casting jagged shadows that danced under the dim streetlights.

The sound of your own footsteps seemed deafening, and you quickened your pace, clutching your bag tightly to your side.

"Just keep going," you muttered under your breath. "It's just trees. Nothing's gonna happen."

But the chill running down your spine whispered otherwise.

Then, it happened.

A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were shoved hard against a tree. Panic exploded in your chest as you struggled against the grip of the man who had you pinned.

"Don’t even think about screaming," he growled in your ear, his breath hot and menacing. "You scream, and you die."

Tears blurred your vision as you nodded, your body trembling. Another man stepped into view, his face obscured by a black mask. In his hand, a knife gleamed under the faint light.

"Aw, no need for tears, darling," the masked man cooed mockingly. He raised the knife to your throat, the blade pressing just enough to make your skin prickle. "Now, why don’t we see what goodies you’ve got in that pretty little bag?"

“No,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the hand over your mouth. Your fingers gripped the strap of your bag tighter. It wasn’t just any bag—it was your bag. The one Nick had given you for your birthday, the one you’d coveted for so long but could never afford. It meant everything to you, and the thought of losing it fueled a stubbornness you hadn’t realized you had.

The man holding you snarled and drove a fist into your abdomen. Pain exploded through your stomach, and you let out a muffled cry, doubling over slightly but refusing to let go.

“Give us the fucking bag!” he barked.

“No,” you choked out again, defiance lacing your voice.

The two attackers exchanged a glance, and in that split second, you seized your chance. Your knee shot up, catching the man pinning you squarely between the legs. He let out a guttural yell, releasing you as he stumbled backward.

You didn’t think—you ran.

Your feet pounded against the uneven ground, your breaths coming in frantic gasps. The adrenaline coursing through you drowned out everything else—until it didn’t.

Your shoe caught on a thick root, and you went down hard, your palms scraping against the dirt. Before you could push yourself up, a searing pain ripped through your side. You gasped, looking down to see blood staining your shirt. The knife. That bastard had stabbed you.

Another sharp pain tore through your leg, and you screamed, the sound echoing through the trees.

"Now, give us the goddamn bag, and we’ll let you go," the masked man hissed, standing over you.

Your hand trembled as you clutched the bag tighter, tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t make us do worse, darling,” he sneered. “It’s just a bag.”

But it wasn’t just a bag. Not to you. Your mind flashed to Nick’s face, the way he’d grinned when he handed it to you.

“I know you’ve been eyeing this,” he’d said, his tone teasing but warm. “Don’t even think about saying it’s too much—you deserve it.”

It was more than a bag. It was a reminder of someone who cared, someone who always saw you. But now, staring up at the cold eyes behind the mask, you knew you didn’t have a choice.

With a sob, you loosened your grip and shoved the bag toward them.

“Finally,” the masked man said, snatching it up. They turned their attention to rummaging through it, their focus momentarily shifting away from you.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket. The sudden motion caught their attention, and the man with the knife glared down at you.

“Run!,” the masked man hissed. “Run before I change my mind.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Clutching your bleeding side, you forced yourself to your feet and stumbled forward. Every step was agony, the pain in your ribs and leg nearly blinding, but you couldn’t stop. Not now.

The venue lights came into view. Your phone buzzed again, and you fumbled to pull it out, seeing three missed calls from Nick.

Not now, you thought. He couldn’t see you like this.

You dialed Matt instead.

He picked up after a few rings, his voice casual. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up? Where are you?”

You tried to steady your voice, swallowing the rising panic. “Almost there. Can you open the back door for me, please?”

Matt hesitated. “You okay? You sound... off.”

Across the room, Nick looked up from his drum kit, frowning as Matt held up his phone. The name on the screen made his stomach drop. Matt shrugged. “Y/N. Wants me to open the back door.”

Nick’s frown deepened. “Why’s she calling you and not me?”

“Good question.” Matt raised an eyebrow but spoke back into the phone. “Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there.”

You hung up, leaning heavily against the cold metal door, your vision starting to blur. The pain was relentless now, and your legs felt like they might give out any second.

“Something’s not right,” Nick said, already on his feet.

“Relax, dude,” Matt said, heading for the door. “She’s probably just running late.”

Nick wasn’t convinced. He followed Matt to the back, his gut churning with unease.

The moment they opened the door, both men froze.

Nick’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the sight before him.

You were slumped against the doorframe, blood staining your clothes, your face pale and tear-streaked.

“Y/N!” Nick’s voice cracked as he lunged forward. Folio caught you just as your legs buckled, pulling your limp form against his chest. The sheer weight of your body startled him—you felt too light, too fragile. Blood smeared his hands as they wrapped around your waist, and his heart raced like never before.

“Y/N, hey, stay with me,” he pleaded, voice trembling as he gently lowered you to the ground. He pressed his hand against the wound on your side, desperately trying to slow the bleeding.

You tried to smile at him through the haze of pain and exhaustion. “Nicky...”

“Hey, hey, shhh,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His hand trembled as he touched you. “You’re okay, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

You chuckled weakly, the sound thin and pained. “No, I’m not.”

He forced a shaky smile, though his voice cracked as he said, “We’re gonna fix you up. I promise.”

Behind him, Matt stood frozen, staring at the blood pooling beneath you. His phone dangled loosely in his hand, his mind unable to process the scene before him.

“Matt!” Folio’s voice cracked with panic as he turned his head sharply toward his friend. “Call the fucking ambulance!”

Matt jolted as if slapped, fumbling with his phone before hastily dialing 911. His hands shook as he brought it to his ear.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the operator’s voice came through, calm and detached.

“Uh—uh, yeah, hi, I—uh, my friend—she’s been stabbed,” Matt stammered, his voice rising with each word. “She’s bleeding a lot—like a lot. We’re at the venue—uh, the back entrance. Just—please send someone fast!”

“Sir, I need you to stay calm,” the operator replied. “Can you tell me her condition? Is she conscious?”

“She’s—she’s awake, but barely. There’s blood everywhere. I don’t know how bad—just, please, hurry!” Matt’s voice cracked, panic overtaking him.

“An ambulance is on the way. Stay with her and apply pressure to the wounds. Do not let her lose consciousness.”

“Okay, yeah, yeah—thank you,” Matt breathed, ending the call. He turned back to Folio, who was still cradling you. “Paramedics are coming.”

“What happened, Y/N?” Matt asked, his voice shaking as he crouched beside you.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Someone...wanted the bag Nicky gave me,” you murmured, your lips trembling.

Folio’s heart clenched as he looked at you. His jaw tightened, and his eyes met Matt’s, both of them sharing a look of fear and helplessness.

“I’m getting you inside,” Folio said suddenly, his voice firm despite the panic coursing through him. “You’re freezing.”

He slipped his arms under you, carefully lifting you off the ground. The moment he did, you let out a scream, the pain ripping through you like fire.

“I know, I know it hurts,” Folio said, his voice cracking as tears blurred his vision. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Just hold on.”

You could feel his hands trembling as he carried you toward the greenroom, your blood dripping onto the floor and leaving a macabre red trail behind. The chill of the venue’s air hit you, making you shiver uncontrollably.

When Folio pushed open the greenroom door, the rest of the band froze.

“What the fuck?!” Noah was the first to speak, his eyes wide as they darted between you and the blood covering Folio’s arms.

Jolly stood abruptly, his face pale. “What happened?”

Nicholas remained silent, his mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to do or say.

“Someone attacked her,” Folio said, his voice tight with barely suppressed panic. “We need something to press on the wounds—now.”

Nicholas snapped out of his daze and immediately rushed to the shared bathroom. He returned moments later with a first aid kit and a handful of clean towels.

Folio gently set you down on the couch, his hands still pressed against your side. He shoved your shirt up to get a better look at the wound and cursed under his breath. “Fucking hell.”

Nicholas handed him a towel, his hands shaking. “Here.”

“Thanks, Ruff,” Folio muttered before turning back to you. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, okay?”

You nodded weakly, staring up at the ceiling as tears slipped down your cheeks.

Folio pressed the towel against your side, and you screamed, the sound ripping through the room.

“I know, I know,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

Noah grabbed another towel and knelt by your leg. “I’m wrapping this, okay? Sorry, Y/N.”

The moment the towel tightened around your leg, another scream tore from your throat. Noah flinched, guilt flashing across his face. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“Where the fuck are the paramedics?” Folio muttered, his voice rising as he glanced toward the door.

You blinked slowly, your vision starting to blur. “I’m so tired,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“No,” Folio said sharply, his eyes wide with panic. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, Y/N. You hear me? You’re fine. You need to stay awake.”

Jolly nudged Folio’s side, pointing to the pool of blood forming beneath the couch. “Dude...”

“Fucking shit,” Folio muttered, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Your eyelids grew heavier, and despite Folio’s desperate pleas, they fluttered shut.

Nicholas was the first to notice. “Y/N!” he shouted, shaking you gently.

Folio’s heart shattered as he saw your head loll to the side. “No, no, no. Wake up, Y/N! Please!” His voice broke as he sobbed, clutching you tightly. “Please wake up, baby!”

In that moment, Matt burst into the room, paramedics hot on his heels. The paramedics froze for half a second when they stepped into the room, their professional instincts immediately kicking in as they took in the blood-soaked couch and your pale, trembling body.

“Let’s move!” one of them barked, dropping to their knees beside you. The first paramedic, a woman with sharp, focused eyes, placed a gloved hand against your neck. “Weak pulse, but it’s there. She’s hypovolemic—likely severe blood loss. Let’s get a pressure bandage on this now!”

The second paramedic, a man with a calm but hurried demeanor, unzipped his trauma kit and handed her a bandage roll while pulling out an IV kit. “We need fluids stat. Starting an 18-gauge line.”

Folio was still cradling you as they worked, his tears dripping onto your already bloodied shirt.

“Sir, we need you to step back,” the female paramedic said firmly.

“I—please, I can’t—” Folio stammered, holding you tighter.

“Nicky...” Your voice was barely a whisper, your eyelids fluttering shut again.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Folio choked out, gently brushing his hand over your cheek. “I’m here, okay? I’m right here.”

The male paramedic placed a firm hand on Folio’s shoulder. “We understand, but if you don’t let us work, she won’t make it. Step back, sir.”

Matt gently pulled Folio away, his grip steady despite the panic in his eyes. “Nick, let them help her. Come on.”

Reluctantly, Folio let go, his hands covered in your blood as the paramedics swiftly took over. The female paramedic pressed a gauze-covered pad against the wound on your side, applying firm pressure.

“She’s losing too much,” she muttered, reaching for the bandage roll to secure the gauze. “Let’s get her on the stretcher. On my count—three, two, one—lift!”

You let out a small cry of pain as they moved you, and Folio flinched, his hands clenching into fists.

“She’s responsive but hypoxic. Blood pressure’s crashing,” the male paramedic said as he taped the IV line in place and hung a saline bag.

“Get her in the rig now,” the woman ordered. They wheeled you out of the room and into the waiting ambulance.

Folio moved to follow, but the female paramedic blocked his path. “I’m sorry, sir. You can’t ride with us. Meet us at the hospital.”

“But—”

“No exceptions. We need the space to work.”

Before Folio could protest further, they shut the ambulance doors, the sirens wailing as they sped away.

Folio stood frozen for a moment, his chest heaving as sobs wracked his body. Matt stepped up beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Dude, she’ll be fine, okay? You need to calm down a little.” Matt’s voice was steady but strained. “We’ll postpone tonight’s show until we know she’s alright. Come on, get in the car.”

The drive to the hospital was suffocatingly tense. Folio sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window, tears streaming silently down his face. Matt gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white. Noah, Jolly, and Nicholas sat in the back, their usual chatter replaced by heavy silence.

When they reached the hospital, all five of them burst through the doors, their panicked voices overlapping as they demanded information about you.

“Y/N Y/L/N—she was just brought in,” Folio said breathlessly, leaning against the counter.

A nurse approached her expression professional but kind. “She’s in surgery. There was significant blood loss, and her heart stopped briefly on arrival. We had to perform CPR, but we were able to resuscitate her. She’s stable for now, but we won’t know more until she’s out of surgery.”

Folio’s legs nearly gave out, and Matt grabbed his arm to steady him.

“She’s in the best hands,” the nurse reassured them before walking away.

The hours that followed felt endless. The five of them sat in the waiting area, taking turns trying to comfort Folio, whose bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the door leading to the operating rooms.

When it was Matt’s turn, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Nick, I know this isn’t the best time, but when she wakes up, you need to tell her how you feel.”

Folio’s head snapped up, his voice cracking as he replied, “IF she wakes up.”

“She will, dude,” Noah said firmly from across the room. “She’s strong. She’s a fighter.”

Folio buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling.

An hour later, the door finally opened, and a doctor approached. The man’s expression was tired but relieved.

“Miss Y/L/N lost a significant amount of blood, and there was major damage to an artery. However, we were able to repair it and stabilize her. She’s going to be okay.”

“She’s alive?” Folio asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“She is,” the doctor confirmed with a small smile. “She asked about you as soon as she woke up.”

Folio surged forward, grabbing the doctor in a tight, tearful hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The doctor patted his back awkwardly. “It’s my job. Now come on—she could use some company.”

The five of them followed the doctor to your room, their hearts pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety.

When they stepped inside and saw you lying in the hospital bed, pale but alive, Folio broke down again. Tears streamed down his face as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his sobs.

“Dude,” Matt said, smacking the back of Folio’s head lightly. “Stop crying already—she’s alive. Now go and hug her.”

“Yeah, you heard him, Nicky,” you said weakly, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. “Hug me.”

Folio crossed the room in an instant, gently wrapping his arms around you. His tears soaked into your hospital gown as he sobbed against your shoulder.

“I—I thought we lost you,” he choked out.

“Hey, Nicky,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady. “It’s okay. I’m fine now. Breathe for me.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your arms. “Fuck—never do that again, please.”

“Not planning on it,” you said with a faint laugh, your smile easing some of the tension in the room.

The other boys circled around your bed, their relieved smiles lighting up the otherwise sterile room. Folio took your hand in his, gripping it tightly as if afraid to let go.

The hospital room was quiet now, save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the soft hum of fluorescent lights. An hour had passed since the guys had gathered around your bed, their relief palpable as they crowded you with jokes and teasing to lighten the mood. Now, as the initial shock began to wear off, exhaustion set in, the earlier panic etched into everyone’s faces like a fading bruise.

You glanced at Folio, who sat closest to your bed. His posture was tense, his shoulders hunched forward, and his hands clasped tightly in front of him. The others had spread out a little, quietly decompressing from the day’s events.

“So,” you started softly, your voice still hoarse. “What happened to tonight’s show?”

Matt, who had been scrolling through his phone, perked up at the question. “Postponed,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I called the venue as soon as we got here. Told them there was a medical emergency. The fans aren’t thrilled, but they’ll live.”

Your brows furrowed. “Matt, you didn’t have to—”

“Don’t even start,” Matt interrupted, giving you a pointed look. “You think the guys were going to just go on stage after everything that happened? No way.”

“He’s right,” Noah chimed in from where he was leaning against the wall. “It wouldn’t have felt right. Besides, we’d all just be worrying about you the whole time.”

“Exactly,” Jolly added, his arms crossed. “The fans will understand. And if they don’t, screw them.”

You couldn’t help but smile at their collective protectiveness. “I’m sorry,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “I didn’t mean to mess everything up.”

“Y/N,” Folio said, his voice low but firm, drawing your attention. He finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his brown eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and tenderness. “Don’t ever apologize for this. None of this is your fault.”

Nicholas nodded in agreement. “You almost died, Y/N. The show doesn’t matter. You do.”

The sincerity in his voice brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away quickly, not wanting to get emotional again. “Thanks, guys. Really.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the weight of the day settling over everyone like a heavy blanket. One by one, the guys began to stir, the fatigue catching up to them.

“Alright,” Matt said finally, standing up and stretching. “I think it’s time we give you two some space.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re just leaving me with him?” you teased, nodding toward Folio.

“Hey!” Folio protested, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Matt chuckled. “Yeah, I think you’ll survive. Just don’t let him get too sappy.”

One by one, the others said their goodbyes. Noah leaned down to kiss your forehead, Jolly gave you a quick hug, and Nicholas squeezed your hand gently before following the others out.

As the door clicked shut behind them, the room felt quieter, the absence of the others amplifying the sound of the heart monitor and the faint murmur of voices in the hallway. You shifted your attention to Folio, who was still sitting in the chair beside your bed, unusually quiet.

“What’s up, Nicky?” you asked softly, studying his tense posture. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Folio stiffened at your words, his hands tightening into fists. He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I was so fucking scared, Y/N,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

You tilted your head, confused by the raw emotion in his voice. “But I’m okay,” you said gently, trying to reassure him. “I’m here.”

“That’s not the point,” he said, his voice cracking. He finally looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “When I saw you lying there, bleeding, I... I realized something.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Realized what?”

Folio hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to take yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, his touch warm and steady despite his obvious nerves.

“I’ve been such a coward,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been holding back, pretending that what I feel for you is just... friendship. But it’s not. It’s so much more than that.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice trembling but sure. “Not just as a friend. I love you in every way you can love someone. And today... today, I thought I’d lost you before I ever told you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you smiled softly. “Nicky...”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” he continued, his voice desperate. “I just needed you to know. You’re everything to me. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. But I—”

You cut him off, squeezing his hands tightly. “Stop.”

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face.

“Stop, because I do feel the same,” you said, your voice trembling. “I love you too, Nicky. I always have.”

Relief washed over his face, and he let out a choked laugh, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You do?”

“I do,” you whispered, smiling through your tears.

Folio let out a breath he’d been holding, his laughter mingling with his sobs. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “I’ll try not to get stabbed next time.”

He chuckled, though it came out shaky. “Not funny.”

You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing away his tears. “I’m here, Nicky. I’m not going anywhere.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. When he opened them again, they were filled with love and determination. “Promise me you won’t scare me like that again.”

“I promise,” you said, your voice steady.

And for the first time all night, everything felt right.

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blairboo · 8 months ago

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BAD DECISIONS

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader!

Summary: When Noah stops giving importance to his relationship, he realises the nonsense he did. What will he do to try to win you back?

Warnings : angst, crying, pain, heartbreak, Noah being an idiot

Words count : 1430

All Pure Fiction!!!!!

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They say that the feeling of falling in love is one of the best feelings to have. I knew this when I fell in love with Noah; I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were lifting me up. What you never expect is for that feeling to change or to fade away completely. I knew Noah was busy with his new album, dedicating 99% of his time to it, and I never got upset or angry with him for that. Since he was a kid, it had always been his dream, and I wasn't going to take that away from him.

The problem started when he couldn't balance work and family anymore. I'd come home, and he’d be in his studio on a call with one of the guys, discussing the album. When I would call him to have dinner or even just to spend time with me, he always brought his laptop along, saying he was almost done and would turn it off soon. I always believed him. That never happened.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter when I heard the front door open; I knew it was Noah. There was the sound of keys, backpacks, and voices.

Wait.

Voices? Who would Noah bring home on a Wednesday at 9:00?

I recognized the voice; it was Jolly. I knew that Jolly was the one who helped him write songs the most, and that was probably why he was there. The footsteps got closer to the kitchen, and soon I saw Noah's brown eyes looking at me.

I looked at him and gave a weak smile, and he returned it, saying, “Oh hey ” as he came closer and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Hey, my love,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. I felt someone’s gaze on my back; I knew it was Jolly.

“Hey to you too, Jolly,” I said, a playful smile on my face. “Hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked as he approached. “I’m good, and you?” I felt Noah loosen his grip on me.

We continued talking about my day and about their new album.

We had already had dinner, and Jolly had just left. Now, I was on one end of the couch, and Noah was on the other. We hadn’t had a chance to talk alone yet, but I could feel something strange between us.

His silence was killing me. It wasn’t new, though; I had felt the need to ask him what was happening between us for a while now. I didn’t have the courage, and I didn’t know if it was a lack of courage or fear of knowing the answer. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Noah get up from the couch; he was heading to our bedroom.

“Are you going to stay there?” he asked, not looking at me, then hesitated for a second and I don’t what happened, my mouth let slip the question I had been avoiding.

“Do you want a divorce?” The words finally came out.

I felt him stop what he was doing and turn to face me; confusion was evident in his eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I couldn’t look at him.

“No, I want you to look me in the eyes and ask that question again.” He seemed offended by my question.

I felt furious. How could he be mad at me? After weeks of ignoring me and pretending our marriage didn’t exist?

I looked at him, feeling angry tears burning in my eyes.

“Do you want a divorce?” I almost spelled out each word.

“Why would you ask me that? Is that what you want?” He raised his voice.

He seemed to want to read my thoughts, to know whether I wanted the divorce or if I thought he was the problem. At that moment, I did think he was the issue, but Noah knew me better than anyone.

In our three years of marriage, no one had kept my secrets the way he had, no one understood me like he did, no one cared for me as he did.

“You know that’s the last thing I would want for our relationship.”

“Then why are you asking me this?”

I thought about inventing a lie, saying that maybe we just weren’t understanding each other or that things weren’t working out. But that was a lie. In the last few weeks, I cared more about our relationship than I did for myself. I had done everything I could to try to save what was left of us. Nothing helped.

“Maybe because you are making me feel like you want this”I let my feelings get the best of me.

“I tried to make this work, Noah. I really did, and now I feel like I'm the only one ‘loving’ in this relationship.”

“That’s not true; you know I love you.” His hesitation to respond made me doubt it.

“I don’t know, Noah. In the last few weeks, all I felt was that I was alone.” Tears threatened to fall.

“I’m here, always.” He seemed to believe his own words.

That wasn’t true; he wasn’t here. His body might have been, but my Noah wasn’t.

“No! You’re not here. You know that. All you’ve done in the last few weeks is spend hours on the phone with Jolly discussing the new album.” I was tired of trying to point out his mistakes.

“Yeah? That’s my job. You know I need to do this. I have people depending on me, my record label needs me to do this; the guys need me to do this.”

“And at what point did spending hours in the studio become more important than family?” I was staring at the floor now.

He seems angry and annoyed

“I can’t do that right now, and I won’t.” He turned his back and headed toward our bedroom, and soon after, the door slammed.

I felt a burning blade in my throat; my eyes were pleading for me to let my tears fall. And that’s what I did; I released all the emotions I had bottled up in the last few weeks. I needed this.

I felt disheartened seeing that he truly didn’t care about us, even a little.

I turned off the kitchen lights and went to the guest room; I wasn’t going to sleep next to Noah, not after he simply turned his back on me, leaving my question hanging.

I lay down and didn’t feel Noah’s familiar warmth beside me; it felt strange. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow again. How long would I endure this? Feeling alone and like I was the only one in the relationship.

Lost in my thoughts, I fell asleep.

I guess it was time to maybe make a bad decision, but I decided to think about that the next day.

The next morning, I felt rays of sunshine on my face. I reached for the pillow beside me, trying to feel Noah. When I felt the cold bed, my eyes opened, and I turned towards my hand. I wasn’t in our bedroom, and Noah wasn’t with me.

I went down to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

“Maybe we should take the day off , separately. I’m not breaking up with you; I just think I need to figure out what I want. I’m gonna be home after 10:00. Love you forever.

Noah.

Wow, he really left. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash and headed to our bedroom. The bed was made and his side of the closet was open. A mess into the closet.

I looked at our photo on the dresser. I took it down. Maybe this was the end for us.

I felt determined not to wait for Noah to decide what he wanted to do with his life. I needed to make my own life.

I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and started throwing my clothes inside, packing everything I needed. I looked at the photo I had put down, thinking about putting it in the suitcase. But no. I needed to move on. With Noah or without Noah.

After I packed everything I needed, I headed to my car, putting my suitcase in. I looked at the house that once brought us so much happiness , and I felt sad. Knowing that maybe our marriage had ended this way.

It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I told myself, trying to convince myself that I would be okay.

Noah made his bad decision, and now he would have to live with it. But it wouldn’t affect my choice.

Be careful with your bad decisions.

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now you've got nowhere to run, now you've got nowhere to go - n.s.

Zombie Apocalypse AU | Nurse!Reader and BestFriend!Noah. The story is set on February 25, 2024. Roughly 2 years after the start of the apocalypse. Check summary here!

I'd like to say that this does not mean that I'm back to writing. I just felt so bad because this story was sitting in my drafts, so I decided to finish and post it. I'm still not writing for Bad Omens or anyone else!

Warning: a zombie apocalypse, duh. Curse words, reader has to kill an infected dog, graphic descriptions of decaying bodies, reader alludes to suicide but doesn't elaborate on it, probably innacurate descriptions of a medical treatment, mentions of vomiting, major character death (I'm sorry), no happy ending, heartbreak. I'm sorry if I missed any warnings.

WC: 6.6k words.

You were used to walking around alone.

Walking around alone meant there was less risk of being spotted.

It's been roughly 730 days since you've been alone. As you walk around the streets, or, what was left of them, you think about how life was before hell began.

You catch yourself thinking about mundane life often. When you weren't thinking about what to eat next, how to find water and keeping yourself away from any doors and windows, so no creatures would grab you - you've had that experience before - you thought about how your life was before all of this.

You specifically thought about the people you had in your life.

You thought about your parents, and how they lived in another state. You never spoke to them again, ever since the cellphone towers stopped working and communication was made impossible. Sometimes, you thought about walking all the way from California to Virginia just to try and find them. But, the thought of finding them devoid of any humanity stopped the ideas from floating around in your head.

And then, you thought about Noah.

You thought about your last interaction with him, when he dropped you off at work on that godforsaken day. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you he'd pick you up at the end of your shift, so you could grab some dinner together, like you usually did.

The end of your shift never came, and neither did Noah.

You regretted not saying you loved him on that day. You're pretty sure he knew, but you wish you had told him anyway.

It's been 730 days since that day, and you still wonder what happened to him. What happened to all of the boys, all of your friends.

Were they together? Did they even make it?

The thought of any of them walking around as one of those creatures brought tears to your eyes, and you willed yourself to think about literally anything else.

If there's one thing you learned in all of this, is that there's no space for emotions. They made you weak and vulnerable, two things you couldn't afford to be.

The stench of decay, mold and dead bodies rotting filled the air, but you were used to it.

Every time you saw a body in the distance, with one too many tattoos adorning the colored and sickly skin, you couldn't help yourself from taking a look at it. You had to make sure. You sighed a breath of relief when you saw it wasn't any of your friends. It wasn't your Noah left to rot in the streets with no dignity left.

It meant they could still be out there.

And, as much as you weren't someone with a religious flare, specially in the last two years, you found yourself praying that one day, your path would cross with his, and you'd be able to find just a smidge of the familiarity you felt whenever he was around you.

You felt cold ever since that day. And it didn't have anything to do with the weather. Even though you did think about the people who lived in areas covered by snow. How many of them have died already by hypothermia. How many of them are buried beneath the thick layers of snow.

You though about the worst way to die in this situation. And there were so many ways. The worst, of course, is being bitten and turned into one of these things, and praying to God there is someone to take you out of your misery. You could also starve to death, you could die from dehydration. You could catch a disease.

Or, you could end the misery by yourself. You thought about it time and time again, hand gripping the .38 you carried around with yourself. You found it in somebody's house and didn't think twice about taking it, and all of the ammunition you could find.

For someone who always fought for gun regulation, you found the thought of being happy when you found ammo in some abandoned store a giant contradiction.

Right now, you still found yourself struggling with your morals as a completely rabid and infected dog made it's way towards you. You knew what you had to do, but your hands hesitated nonetheless.

Images flashed in your mind. This dog was once a happy animal, probably with a family who took it on walks, fed it and made sure it lived a comfortable life and slept on a warm bed. It probably played with kids too. Or maybe it was a couple with no kids who adopted it, thinking it was gonna have a life away from the streets.

You thought about your friends' dogs, and how many times you slept with them soundly curled up against you. How many times you fed them some piece of chicken without Matt, Davis or Orie catching you in the act.

But this dog was none of that.

You watched closely as it approached you, and right when it was about to jump, opening it's mouth and baring it's teeth, your finger pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot reverberated across the abandoned buildings, and the animal layed lifeless on the ground.

You thought about how it was probably the time for you to hide, since the creatures were highly sensitive to noise, and you just fired a gun in the middle of the street.

You looked around you, ears straining to detect if you would hear the distinct gurgling sounds. Your hearing became quite good over these two years, specially at night. There was no light, except for the moon that still shined in the sky, mindless to everything that was happening down here on Earth.

You had to rely on your instincts most nights. And it's saved you on more than one occasion.

The area you were walking around right now was new for you. You have spent so many hours walking around and roaming the streets, that it was surprising that you haven't passed through here before. But that didn't mean other people haven't raided the place, taking everything and leaving dust behind.

You noticed that it got harder and harder to find canned goods, or bottled water. Every place was ransacked, including grocery stores and pharmacies, which were the first places people looked through two years ago.

You kept walking, your eyesight settled on a sign in the distance that read "The Three Sisters Market". The place wasn't too big from what you could tell, and, usually, people walked past them without even noticing. You gave up trying to find things in big supermarkets, finding that it was a waste of your time.

As you approached the place, you looked through the transparent glass windows first. Fridges lined the walls, and you could see some shelves knocked over, some stuff fallen on the floor. The cashiers were empty, and if money was worth anything in this world anymore, you would try and look if there was any left.

Standing in front of the door, you looked up and saw there was no bell to alert your presence. You gripped your gun just in case you needed to use it, even if the place seemed empty.

You opened the door slowly and stepped inside. The stench of spoiled food filling your nostrils, and you scrunched up your nose in disgust. Dust filled the air, and you could see the little particles floating in the space, illuminated by the sun streaming in from outside.

You checked every isle before you sorted through whatever they still had in here. As you set foot in the last one, you saw a figure standing at the end of it, and it startled you a bit. Adjusting your eyesight, you could tell the person was a man, and well over 6 feet tall. He was wearing a black tank top and black pants, and as you observed more, you could've sworn you've seen those tattoos before.

He didn't look infected, but you couldn't tell if they were armed or not. Usually, you'd back away and find somewhere else. But, every voice inside your head was screaming for you to talk to this guy. Call out for him and see what his deal was.

So, that's what you did.

But before you had a chance, you stretched your arm in front of you, gripping your gun tight, preparing yourself for retaliation.

"Hey", you called out, voice firm and steady. Your breath betrayed you a little, and you didn't know why you were so nervous. It's not like you haven't come across people before in the two years you've been roaming the streets alone.

The guy froze for a second, as he heard your voice. He was gripping a bag of chips in his hands from what you could tell. But, his hand froze midway, as he was about to put it back on the shelf.

He turned around and when your eyes landed on his face, you cocked your head to the side in confusion, straining your eyes to make sure they weren't deceiving you.

This wasn't possible. You were definitely imagining things. You knew you had gone too long without eating, and now your mind was playing tricks on you.

You took a step back in your shocked state. The gun pointing forward now more slack in your hand, and you decided to lower it altogether, putting it back under the hem of your pants.

"Y/N", he said, and you felt your knees give out a little from under you.

"No, no", you murmured to yourself. "This isn't real", you rubbed your eyes with purpose, hitting your head with your hands a couple of times. When you looked back at the isle, you half expected him to be gone again, but there he stood, tall and demanding, like always.

He took a couple of steps closer, but you stopped him.

"I don't know what this is, or what you're trying to do, but I'm armed", you warned him.

"Y/N", he said your name, softly, but loud enough for you to hear, and you could feel your heart kickstart just from hearing your name falling from his lips again. "It's me. I swear this is no joke"

His hands were trembling, and he was dying to reach for you. But he didn't want to startle you. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and held it up for you to see.

You gasped. Even from a distance, you could tell he was showing you the same polaroid you've kept with you, even after all this time. Your hand flew to your mouth, as you eyes widened and filled with tears that spilled freely down your cheeks.

"Oh my God", you muttered, still in disbelief that Noah was actually standing right before you. Once you were able to shake yourself from your stupor, your feet acted on their own accord, your boots hitting the floor below you, as you just about ran into his arms.

Noah enveloped his arms around you, in the tightest hug you've ever gotten. You couldn't help but pat your hands all over him. On his back, his sides, his chest, to make sure he was real, made of flesh and bones.

He was here.

You sobbed in his arms, and you could feel his body shaking against yours, feeling the same tsunami of emotions you're feeling. Soon, though, the emotional and physical exhaustion took over you, and your knees buckled from under you, and Noah followed you into a sitting position, not letting go of you for even a second.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours. You started to notice the changes that took place in the years you separated. Noah's hair no longer cascaded down his back, in soft and silky strands, instead, it was short, and framed his face nicely.

Even through his jacket, you could tell he has built muscle in his arms, and his torso, as his arms that held you close to him, felt firmer than ever.

You noticed that he smelled the same. It was inexplicably him, and as the scent filled your senses, it took you back to the countless memories you both shared over the years. And you had no doubt anymore that it was your Noah here with you.

In your haze, you couldn't see the mixture of emotions passing through Noah's face as he nuzzled his head further into you.

For him, it was a movie going through his head. The day he dropped you off at the hospital and was never able to come back to get you. The way that things progressed so quickly, the country collapsing right before his eyes. The way he went back to the hospital only to find it devoid of any life, decaying bodies spread around every floor and room he went into. And no signs of you.

He looked for you everywhere, and as the months went by, he could see it in his friends' eyes. They would never say anything to him, especially knowing the bond you two shared, but Noah knew. He knew that the chances of you still being alive were slim. Still, he didn't want to speak it into existence.

Separating from you, but still keeping himself close, he grabbed your face in his hands.

"I thought I was never going to see you again", he whispered into the space shared between you. "But something inside of me knew that you were still out there. I never lost hope"

You eyes were shining with tears and so were his.

"I was so scared", you admitted, voice small and hands still trembling, as you placed your hands over his. "I was scared of what might've happened to you when I couldn't be there"

Noah was about to respond, when you heard the front door to the small grocery store open. Following your instincts, you stood up abruptly, hands grasping and pulling the gun at whoever - or whatever - had just entered the store.

"Woah, hold on", a man with a cloth covering his mouth said, raising his hands in surrender. "Holy shit", you heard him murmur under his makeshift mask.

"Nick, you really gotta be more careful", Noah's voice filled the sudden silence, and you blinked twice, taking in what he had just said.

"Nick?", you asked.

"If you lower your gun, I can take my mask off", he remarked, and you sensed a little teasing in his voice.

Oh, how much you missed it.

"Shit, sorry", you lowered your gun, and tucked it safely back into your waistband.

Ruffilo took off the cloth covering half of his face and his smile came into view, prompting you to smile with him.

"Surprise?"

"Best surprise ever", you answered and walked towards him, opening your arms and letting him embrace you.

"You don't know how good it is seeing you again", he murmured, face tucked into your neck, with one hand moving up and down your back.

You separated after a few seconds, and you stood there, between Noah and Ruffilo, not really believing this is your life now.

"Where are the others?", you asked, a little hesitant, scared of the answer.

"They're outside as we speak. We should probably get back to them before they get too worried", Nick pointed out.

"You go ahead and tell them everything is fine. Y/N and I will hang back, there are few things in this place we could probably take with us", Noah instructed, and Nick put the mask back over his face, and made his way out of the store.

"I didn't even get the chance to look through this place yet", you chuckled lightly, but Noah didn't answer you. He just stood there, staring at you, with a look of contemplation on his face.

"I can't fucking believe you're standing right in front of me", he said, voice quiet, as he shook his head. "I've spent so long trying to prepare my heart for the fact that I would most likely never see you again, never feel you again, never hear your voice again. And now that you're here, I don't know what the fuck am I supposed to do"

You closed the distance between you two, and stood right in front of him. Grabbing his face in your hands, you touched your forehead with his and saw his eyes flutter close, enjoying the warmth of your skin on his after what felt like forever.

"You don't have to do anything", you murmured. "Just be here, and promise me I'll never have to let go of you ever again"

"I promise", he said back you, eyes open so he could look right into yours as he told you this.

"Now, we gotta look through this place. I assume we don't have much time left", you reminded him. Staying in one place for too long was never really good, and you avoided it if you could.

In the next few minutes, you and Noah searched through the shelves and stored anything that would be of good use inside your backpacks. There were some canned and packaged foods, that you hoped were still edible.

"I think this is everything", you pointed out.

"Yeah, I think we'll be set for several days. Surely this is was our lucky store", Noah said, and you definitely agreed with him.

"Where are you guys headed?", you asked him, as you adjusted the straps on your backpack.

"We were actually trying to get to the hospital where you worked at", Noah closed his backpack, setting it on his back and made his way over to you.

"Why? Do you guys need medicine? I got some on me, we can see if it's of any use for you", you offered.

"Unless you got a tetanus shot, I don't think it'll be of any use, unfortunately", he sighed.

"Who has tetanus?"

"Jolly", Noah told you. "He got a nasty cut on his leg when we were trying to climb over a fence, running from another group of people that were looting in the same area. And since everything is fucking rusted over around here, he probably contracted tetanus"

"Is he showing any symptoms?", you asked him.

"He's having more difficulty with moving around these last couple of days. Which isn't ideal, because we need to get there fast"

"Yeah, that would be ideal. But how are you so sure you're going to find what you need there?"

Most hospitals have already been looted by now, just like drugstores, leaving empty shelves and people painfully dealing with diseases with no medication for treatment.

"Because I remember you saying that the medication used to be stored in a room that needed a code to get in", Noah started to explain, and you nodded. He was right. At your hospital, only authorized people had access to the medication. "And I thought that was our best shot at it", he shrugged his shoulders, and you could see the worry for his friend slowly seep into his expression.

"You could be right. We won't know if we don't try it", you tried to ease his worries a little, but knew that the words woud do little to calm him. "You're lucky I still remember the code. I mean, what would you have done when you got there?"

"Break the door down?", he said, as if it was the obvious choice. Which, you guess it was, but it wasn't the best choice, given the situation.

"And risk the infected hearing you and trapping you inside a hospital?", you questioned, with an amused expression on your face. You knew you got him there.

"Ok, so we might not have thought this far ahead", Noah admitted, stepping closer to you, and placing both of his hands on your shoulder. "I guess I'm just the luckiest man on Earth for finding you, then"

"Guess you are", you winked at him and you both smiled at each other.

"Ok, we gotta go now. The guys are waiting for us", Noah grabbed your hand in his, and led you both out of the store. You looked around, but found no sign of danger, so you followed his lead.

You didn't have to walk much before Noah was leading you into a secluded corner on the street. You could see five other people there. Four were standing up and one was sitting on the ground.

The closer you got, the better you recognized the figures. Matt, Nick, Ruffilo and Davis were the ones standing up. Jolly was sitting on the ground, due to his condition, you guessed. He looked like he was trying to catch his breath as much as he could, since you still had a rather long journey ahead until you arrived at the hospital.

They all had smiles on the their faces as soon as they saw you and Noah approach them, and one by one, they all greeted you with hugs and disbelieving remarks.

Despite all of the craziness still going on in the world, it felt like Earth started to spin on its axis again, and you felt the most content you've ever felt since Noah dropped you off at the hospital on that dreadful day.

"Ok, so, how are you?", you kneeled down in front of Jolly.

"It's getting worse, day after day", he sighed out loud. "I've been feeling my body ache all over. I've also had fever and I can't seem to stop sweating"

You only nodded. Those did seem like symptoms of tetanus, and they would only get worse as the days went by.

"Did you take your tetanus booster shot in the last couple of years?", you asked him. But by the symptoms he was showing, your guess was that he hadn't taken his booster shot in a long time.

"I don't even remember if I've ever gotten one"

"Ok", you got up and looked at the other guys. "We need to get him to the hospital, and fast. I need to administer the right medication and treatment, and that's me assuming we're going to find it there, before the disease gets worse and we're not able to get him there at all"

"Ok, so let's go, guys. The hospital is not too far away, but it's not too close either. We need to walk as much as we can before it's nighttime"

Everyone agreed and got ready to leave. Jolly stood up with the help of his friends and we all started heading towards the hospital.

After what felt like weeks, but were really only a couple of days, you found yourself standing in the same place you were two years ago. Noah was beside you, just like he was two years ago. But, the hustle and bustle of the busy hospital in front of you was nowhere to be seen.

You often complained about your occupation as a nurse, always feeling the exhaustion of the job seeping into your body after every shift at the hospital. The feeling that you were going to burnout looming over your head day after day.

Now, you wished you could go back to how things were before the world went to shit. Back then, you didn't have to worry if you were going to get eaten alive, or transformed into a monster, half dead walking on the streets.

"Y/N and I are going to look for the medication, Ruffilo is staying with Jolly, and Matt and Davis are going to stake out the place for any sign of those creatures", Noah instructed everyone.

Over the days you spent with them, you noticed how easy it was for Noah to take on the role of a leader. You guess it was always like this, even before now. He always felt comfortable calling the shots. It meant he had things under control. It means that they had a plan to follow, and he always worked better that way.

"You guys be careful. We don't know what's hiding in there", Jolly said. You could tell that, deep down, he was feeling guilty about everyone having to do this because of him. Doesn't matter if everyone had already told him that they didn't mind, that no one was ever going to get left behind. You could still see the guilt dancing behind his eyes.

Checking on your guns, you got ready to enter the building. The other guys going through the same motions as you.

"Find somewhere close and safe to be. When Noah and I get the medication, we'll go and find you", You told Jolly and Ruffilo, and they stood up, Jolly leaning on Nick for support, as they surveyed the streets for somewhere safe and hidden enough to stay.

Matt and Davis each went to one side of the building, making sure there were no creatured lurking around.

"Hey", Noah turned to you before you had the chance to start walking towards the entrance. "No matter what happens, we stay together, ok? And you have to promise me to be extra careful. I'm not leaving this place without you again"

"I promise I'll be careful", you combed your fingers through his hair, trying to get the strands to stay back, but they ended up falling over his forehead anyway.

Stepping foward, Noah's chest was almost pressed into yours. You could feel his eratic heartbeat, probably nervous about what was awaiting the two of you inside the hospital. His hand traveled up your arm and rested, warm and reassuring, in the back of your neck, pressing your faces even closer together.

"I'm not gonna lie. I wanna kiss you so bad right now. But I don't wanna do it in front of this rotten hospital, or on this vacant street, devoid of life. You deserve better than this", Noah admitted, his breath was fanning across your face, and you had to restrain yourself from closing the distance between your mouths.

But Noah was right. You've been waiting so long for this moment, that you wanted it to be perfect. You figured you could wait a little longer.

"As soon as we're done with this, you and I are going to find the perfect moment and place to do this", you told him. "Take this as a little motivation", you wiggled your eyebrows and his lips twisted up into a smile.

"Spending the rest of my life beside you is motivation enough", Noah caressed your cheek with his thumb, pressing a kiss on your forehead, before you parted ways.

Tightening the hold on your weapon, you started to make your way to the hospital entrance.

As you expected, the automatic sliding doors didn't work anymore, so you and Noah had to pry it open with your hands. As soon as you got inside, you noticed the stale smell, and the mold decorating the walls.

Pointing in the direction of the pharmacy, you went ahead, since you knew the quickest path.

You and Noah avoided any kind of verbal communication, not wanting to attract any creatures that might be lurking inside the hospital. You watched your steps, since there were hospital beds, cabinets, and syringes thrown around all over the floor. No doubt from the day everything in here descended into hell.

You tried all of the doors as you passed them, checking the rooms to make sure they were empty. So far, the place was completely vacant. The only sounds you could hear were the soft thumps of your boots hitting the floor as you walked. And your heart beating wildly against your ribs.

As you approached the stairs to the second floor, Noah went in front of you, slowly climbing up the stairs, gun in hand and pointing forward. You went a few steps behind him, and stepped into the second floor corridor when he gave you the "ok".

Taking a left and walking all the way to the end of the corridor, you approached a double swing door, that had a "hospital staff only" sign. Looking through the round glass window, you could see that the rest of the corridor was deserted, much like the rest of the hospital you've seen by now.

Giving Noah the "ok", you slowly and carefully opened the door, holding it open so he could step in and close it behind you with a soft click.

You could already see the sign on the door at the end of the corridor that read "pharmacy". Your goal was close, and you wanted to run to it already, but you couldn't let your anxiety get the better of you.

Taking all of the necessary precautions, it took you and Noah a couple of minutes to arrive at the door. When you did, you tucked your weapon in your waistband.

"Cover me while I type in the code", you whispered to Noah, as you clicked on the keypad installed on the door. The screen came to life, and you typed in the first number, and a rather loud sound echoed in the empty corridor and you grimaced. You forgot there was an annoying "ding" sound with every number you clicked.

Waiting a few seconds to see if you had attracted anything, you took the chance and typed in the second number, then the third and the fourth, hearing a wirring sound coming from the door as it unlocked.

"I'll go in first", Noah murmured to you. From the side, you slowly opened the door so he could carefully step inside. Retracting your gun again, you waited for him to tell you that you could come in. After a few seconds, he approached the door from inside the room, signaling that it was safe.

"It's better if we don't close the door. I don't want to risk getting trapped in here", you told him and he nodded.

"Ok, you look for Diazepam, Penicillin and Morphine. They should be over there", you pointed to the end of the room. "I'll take care of the rest", you instructed him, giving him the names of medications he already knew, so it was easier for him to find.

Making your way to where the shots and vaccines were usually stored, you started to look for the tetanus antitoxin. Luckily, you saw that there were a few left, so you grabbed a couple of them before making your way over to Noah.

You noticed that the room was emptier than normal. Usually, there would be a lot more medications in here. Apparently, other medical staff members had the same idea as you, and you thanked them for being kind enough to leave some behind.

"Did you find them?", you asked him.

"I found Morphine and Diazepam, but I couldn't find the other one", he held up the two medications he found.

"It's ok, let me help you look for it"

You sorted through the shelves, and noticed a few things were out of place, making it more difficult for you to find what you were looking for. You tried to find Penicillin, but came up empty, so you went ahead and tried to find another antibiotic.

On the back of the shelf, almost hidden from view, you found a box of Clindamycin, you reached for it and saw that it was still closed.

"This should do it", you told Noah. But you weren't done yet. Since you were here, you were going to grab some Tylenol and Ibuprofen if you could find them. You usually had lots of these at the hospitals, and they weren't too hard to find.

"For when I have a headache", you pointed out and Noah smiled at your remark.

Noah opened his backpack and you put all of the medication in there. He made his way to the door, that was left slightly ajar, and carefully looked outside. Deeming it safe, he stepped out and you went after him. Looking to your left, you saw the sign for the women's bathroom.

"Hey", you silently called out to Noah. "I'll use the bathroom real quick, can you stay out here?"

"Y/N, we have to go. I don't want to stay here for longer than necessary", he said as kindly as he could, but you could tell that he was slightly annoyed by your need to go to the bathroom.

"I'll just check to see if they have running water", you argued. Noah sighed, but nodded anyways.

"Be quick", he instructed, and you gave him a thumbs up.

Opening the bathroom door, you peeked inside. The stalls were open and they all seemed empty, so you stepped in. You made your way to the sinks and tried all of the faucets, but no water came out. Sighing in disappointment, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The dark circles under your eyes were apparent, and you could also see the wisps of hair sticking out from your ponytail coming loose.

Reaching both of your hands up, you undid the ponytail, running your fingers through your scalp. You closed your eyes at the feeling, and that's when you felt something grabbing your ankle, along with a hissing sound.

Startled, you opened your eyes just to see an infected creature crawling on the floor. It's hand was still gripping your ankle tightly. You reached for the waistband of your pants to retract your gun, when you felt a sharp tug, prompting you to loose your balance and fall backwards. Your gun sliding on the floor and landing where you couldn't reach it.

You felt a sharp pain on the back of your head, no doubt you had hit your head hard on the ground when you fell, because there were little black spots in your vision.

Kicking your legs desperately, ou tried to pry the creature away from you, but it was persistent and strong. In a matter of seconds, you were fighting it with your hands, trying to keep it's face away from yours. It's teeth were barred, and it exuded a rotten and vile smell, you had to keep yourself from vomiting all over the floor.

When you noticed one person wasn't enough to fight this thing, you called out to Noah. The sound of your voice was enough to make the creature even more agitated, and seconds before the bathroom door opened, you felt a sharp pain on your wrist, and you screamed out in agony. Wailing your hands, you tried to pry its teeth from your skin, but once it latched on, it was impossible to remove.

A single bang rang across the room, and the half dead creature fell limp against your body. You felt it's teeth loosen, and blood seeping from the wound.

"Noah", you called out his name, breathless.

"It's ok. I'm here", he removed the creature from above you, and kneeled down on the floor beside you. "It's ok, you're ok", he said, but you shook your head. Tears were already gathering in your eyes.

"No", you said, meekly, and shaking your head.

"What do you mean? It's ok, I shot that thing dead, alright? It's fine", he reached for you, and you rested your head on his lap. You started to sob into him. Slowly, you pulled your sleeve up to show him where the creature had bitten you.

Once his eyes fell on the wound, Noah started to shake his head, not believing what his eyes were seeing.

"No, no", he denied, grabbing your arm to inspect it closer. "It's superficial, alright? I'm sure you're going to be ok", he said, but by now, you both knew that was not the case.

"Noah. It's ok", you nodded, but he only shook his head more fervently.

"No, Y/N. This is not happening. Please tell me this is not happening", he started to cry with you, cradling your head in his hands, and bringing you closer to him. Your bodies shook from the intensity of your cries.

"Seeing you again was the best thing that's ever happened to me", you mumbled into his stomach, where you had buried your head. "I'm glad it's with you, rather then me being alone"

"I just got you back. I can't lose you right now, not after all of these years looking for you", Noah brushed your hair away from your face. "No, I'm not losing you"

"You and I both know what needs to be done", you put into words what neither of you wanted to admit.

"No. That's not happening"

"Noah, you have to go", you spoke softly, sensing that if you spoke any louder, the boy would crumble to pieces before you.

"I'm not going. I wanna stay here with you. I don't want to leave you alone. I'm not leaving you alone", he was barely able to speak over his cries. You reached up and delicately brushed your fingers over his cheek, that was wet and red from crying.

"I think this is the perfect time for you to give me a kiss", you told him, and in a millisecond, his mouth was fitting over yours, his hand firmly grasping the back of your neck, bringing your faces impossibly closer. You could taste him, but you could also taste yours and his tears, and it registered in your mind that this was the first and last time you'd be feeling his lips on yours.

Parting, but staying close, you enjoyed having him this way for a few more seconds.

"You gotta go and get the medicine to Jolly, ok? He needs you, and the rest of the boys need you as well", you told him. His eyes were screwed shut, and his face was twisted in agony.

"I love you. I love you so much, you gotta know that, ok? You were the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm the luckiest man alive just to have had the opportunity to know someone as amazing as you, and getting to spend so many years with you in my life", Noah confessed, and you smiled at his words.

"I love you too, so much. You're going to do great things still. Even if the world if fucked, I know you and the boys are going to do great. And I'll always be watching over you", you told him. You could already start to feel the difference in your body. "You gotta go now, ok?", so you told him, sliding off his lap and landing on the ground. "Can you grab my gun for me?", you asked him, and you could see the puzzled expression on his face. "I would never ask this from you, Noah. So please, grab my gun for me".

With a solemn look, and shaky legs, he made his way to the other side of the room, where your gun had landed. He grabbed it and gave it back to you. Leaning down and placing one last kiss on your lips, he told you "I'll see you on the other side".

"I'll see you"

Noah got up and walked towards the door. He didn't look back, because he knew that if he saw you one more time, he wouldn't have the courage to step out of that room and leave the hospital.

As soon as the door closed behind him with a click, he heard a loud shot echo around the hospital, and he knew then that the Y/N he knew, cared for and loved with all of his being, was gone.

He crumbled on the floor, a mess of limbs and tears falling from his face, body shaking in pain and agony.

He knew then, that the Noah you loved and cared for, was gone too.

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xx-like-a-villian-xx · 11 months ago

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For The Last Time | One

“It had been months since you’d seen each other, five and three days to be exact (not that he was counting or anything), months since you had broken up with him. You said it was for the best, that your careers were more important but Noah didn’t think so.”

What I thought was going to be a lil angsty one shot has become a multiple part cry fest ahhh. Here’s part one <3

I'm posting this because it's in my drafts x

My ao3 is HERE

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in any upcoming posts :)

CW: post break up, angst, Noah has lots of feelings, “talking” about feelings, loads of swearing

(Dropping this because it was burning a hole in my drafts and I just wanted to get it out there)

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

“Thought I’d find you here.” Your voice reached Noah’s ears like a siren song and it was infuriating.

He turned slightly, watching you approach him in that dress, that fucking dress that hugged every single curve on your body so perfectly it made him feel crazy, feral. He had been trying his damned hardest to avoid you all night and of course you found him, cigarette between his tattooed fingers, on the balcony, moping.

“The party is wild in there.” You gestured to the balcony doors that were muffling the sound of chatter and loud music inside.

“Yeah, I just needed some quiet.” His voice was gruff when he spoke and it only made you roll your eyes.

It had been months since you’d seen each other, five and three days to be exact (not that he was counting or anything), months since you had broken up with him. You said it was for the best, that your careers were more important but Noah didn’t think so.

You see, Noah would have walked through fire, jumped in front of a bullet, he would have stolen the moon from the fucking sky if you asked him to but you didn’t feel the same and as much as it hurt to watch you walk away, he did because he loved you. Issue is, he just couldn’t get over you.

He had avoided you like the plague for months but it was getting progressively harder because you shared friends. Usually it was easy, he left when you showed up, he asked around to see if you were going to events so he could make excuses not to go. It was fine, he hated socialising at the best of times so it was no skin off his nose.

Then you showed up to the album release in that fucking dress and his heart just about dropped out of his ass. And the worst part? You had some six foot four Doberman energy gym rat on your arm. That’s when he found himself storming out to the balcony with a half drank bottle of Hennessy and a pack of cigarettes he had stolen off the kitchen island.

He didn’t dare look at you again, instead his eyes stayed trained on the twinkling lights of the city when you joined him at the railing, your warmth burning his skin like acid.

”How have you been?”

Well that was a loaded question. What was he meant to say? ‘Oh yeah, I’m fantastic, nice to see you, Y/N. Who’s the hunk?’ Nah. He would rather put his hand in a blender.

“Fine.” He wasn’t in the mood to talk to you. Instead he stubbed the cigarette out and took a long swig of the cognac, letting it burn down his throat in an attempt to quell the anger boiling in his blood.

He could feel you shift uncomfortably next to him and he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. What did you have to feel uncomfortable about? You practically tore his heart out and curb stomped it. And to add a cherry on top of the shit icing, you decided his fucking album release party would be the best time to hard launch your new man.

Noah really, really wasn’t in the mood and he was practically begging the gods to make you just go inside and forget about it, enjoy your night and have fun but instead you reached out, took the bottle from his hands and took a huge swig.

Fuck.

“Shouldn’t you be with your date, Mick is it?” He finally grits through a clenched jaw.

You chuckle lightly. “It’s Mike, and he’s talking to Folio about fishing.”

Betrayer, of course he would be. Trust Folio to be rubbing shoulders with the enemy over fucking fishing poles.

Noah hums, running a hand through his recently cut short hair.

”It suits you, you know, short hair.” He turned to you fully with furrowed eyebrows. What was your game?

God you looked fucking beautiful, your hair was pulled back into a bun at the back of your neck, curled strands framing your face. Sharp wings of eyeliner made your eye colour stand out beautifully in the low light, along with those dark lashes and your lips were painted a shade of red that could only be described as unholy and fuck, he just wanted to feel them on his again.

”You think?” His voice was weak and he internally kicked himself for even looking at you because his knees felt weak and his stomach felt like it might explode.

You smiled that smile that he fell for all those years ago, reaching your hand out to brush a stray piece of hair from his eyes.

Yeah, he was well and truly fucked, done for, so fucking completely in love with you. He was never getting over you.

“Hey, we’re about to play the album.” Nicholas’ voice from the balcony door made you jump back away from Noah.

”See you inside, yeah?” He nodded at your words, watching you walk back inside to Mike, planting a soft kiss on the guy's cheek and Noah wanted to vomit.

Nicholas was staring at him with a smirk.

”Shut the fuck up.” Noah pointed at his best friend, grabbing the bottle of Hennessy before pushing his way inside.

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Noah had been shifting uncomfortable in his seat, your narrowed eyes burning into him for almost an hour. You were clinging on to every fucking lyric he wrote and he knew he was in for it the moment you could get him alone again.

So as soon as the album had played through and chatter started up again, he was up on his feet, moving across the room before you could get to him.

”Hey, Noah isn’t it?” Oh for fuck’s sake. Mike held a hand out to him,

Noah hesitantly shook it with a smile that he was faking hard, gritting his teeth. “Yeah, nice to meet you…Mike?”

The taller man grinned. “Yeah, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend but I’m guessing you already know.”

Yeah, he fucking does know.

“It’s so sick that she knows you guys, I’ve listened to your last two albums and they go hard, man.”

Noah nodded, smiling, looking behind the guy to see you storming towards them with clenched fists.

“Look, Mike, I’m sorry to cut this short bu-“

“Hi babe, what are we talking about?” Fuck, you were now standing next to Mike, staring up at Noah with a false grin that screamed ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’.

”Oh, I was just telling Noah how much I fuck with the music babe.” Mike was completely unaware of the frustration bubbling in your bones, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

”That’s lovely.” You cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Could you give Noah and I a second to talk, Folio is looking for you I think.”

Shit, shit, shit. There was no way he was getting out of it now. Mike leaned down to pull you into a kiss before strutting towards Folio and Noah just about wanted the ground to swallow him up right there and then.

”Downstairs, now.”

He had no choice but to follow you down the stairs like a lost dog, shuffling his feet as you stomped down the steps. As soon as you reached the outside, you turned to him with flailing arms.

”What the fuck is all that, Noah? You think that’s okay, airing our dirty laundry out like that?” You were seething, face turning beet red.

”It’s music, Y/N, not everything is about you.”

“Oh so ‘someone else’, ‘the death of peace of mind’ and what was the other one? ‘Bad decisions’? They’re not about me? Right…so the pretty much direct fucking quotes from our break up aren’t there? Sure.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

”First of all, it’s ‘somebody else’. Second of all, why does it matter? You’ve clearly moved on. I mean fuck me right?” He laughed incredulously, running a hand through his hair. “You said that you didn’t want to be with me anymore because your career was taking up all of your time and energy and then you show up here with a new guy, smushing face with him in front of me and my brothers like nothing happened. We were together for six fucking years, Y/N!”

He took a deep breath, chest heaving. You stared up at him with glassy eyes full of fire but he was past caring by that point.

”So forgive me, darling, for pouring my heart into my music. Our break up is still a fresh wound. I genuinely thought that we were gonna be end game and yeah, I’m not fucking over it. Did you even listen to ‘Just Pretend’, huh?”

A tear fell from your lashes onto your cheekbone, your face softening and Noah couldn’t watch. He hated the bullshit, the anger, the sadness. He just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and go back to when everything was okay, back when you were still his. Fuck, it was too much.

”Look, I’m sorry for shouting. I just find it really hypocritical of you to be going off at me like that when you completely blindsided me tonight.”

You nodded your head quickly, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. He was right, you had no place to be upset when you had hurt him, really fucking hurt him.

Noah could hear Jolly calling his name from inside and he sighed. “Maybe we can talk about all of this over coffee sometime next week. It’s a conversation we really need to have, cut the loose ends so both of us can move on, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was quiet as a mouse, eyes trained on your shoes.

He wanted to reach out, pull you into his chest and comfort you but it wasn’t the right time, he didn’t think it would ever be. You had someone else to hold you and he was upstairs waiting.

“Text me, my number is still the same.”

With a sad smile, he turned, making his way back inside.

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magnificentstrawberryomen · 5 months ago

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bound to break (jolly karlsson x reader one shot)

cw: just angst oops

iwas incredibly proud of him, don’t get me wrong.

i loved his dark eyes sparkling with passion whenever he hit the stage and hit the first snares of his guitar. the concentrated, serious frown and expression he carried during the entire performance, whilst i knew more than anyone how much he was beaming on the inside, like a burning sun filled with passion, radiating to the instrument he’s playing.

but it hurt as well. it hurt that he had to chose between two of the things he loved the most; me, and his career. i wish i could’ve put it differently that night when it all went wrong—wrong for my heart now still desperately aching for him, needing him. for him to come home and wrap his arms around me like a safe heaven, singing me softly asleep, as he noticed i was close to drifting away but just needing to hear his calm and warm voice against my ear, the only thing that made me sleep fully and peacefully.

but i needed to break the silence, the painful eating silence between us whenever we were together and i just had to sit and watch him still being occupied by work instead of holding me like he always used to when he had days off.

“y/n, please. you can’t make me choose—”

“i’m not making you chose, joakim. or at least, i don’t want you to, but… i’m trying to explain to you that that i find it very hard to see you less and less, and now that you’ve just gotten back for three days you have to leave again!”

“i know!” he had yelled back, in frustration, in sadness. “i know, and it’s not like i like it either! but this is an opportunity we as a band have to take, you understand that right? we haven’t been able to play like this for y—”

“i never said i didn’t!” my voice breaks in a hoarse whisper, heart close to breaking as i interrupt him, ‘cause i knew where this conversation would end up to. it was bound to happen for a while now, and we were both tired. tired, yearning for each other every single day, yet our needs never got met. and it destroyed us, slowly but steadily, like a wall between us about to crack with each time we saw each other, waiting to get broken by either of us.

“but you understand that this situation becomes tiring for me, right? joakim, i barely see you and it becomes less and less, shorter and shorter. i miss you, i miss us—i miss who we were and could be!”

a silence is followed, only our ragged breathing being heard in the room around us, and jolly looks at me with a saddening frown, and i know i have the same look at my face, just more frustratedly and tired.

“what are you saying exactly, y/n?” he then asked after a moment, stepping slightly closer, a messy strand of hair escaping from his half up bun that i’m tempted to brush away behind his ear, but i keep both my hands to my side.

“what i’m saying is… i don’t know anymore how we can still make this work between us. i want to, truly, and you know that—but… it’s getting tiring. it’s getting tired to miss my other half, and him not even being with me when we’re together. even at home you’re constantly wrapped up in work, and i can just sit here and watch in silence waiting for you to leave your damn office and become known of my existence again.”

the memory of that night is painful. painful especially when i lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, the fabric of the sheets and mattress feeling extra cold now that he is not there anymore to make it warm and comfortable, safe and nice to lay in—i wasn’t able to sleep for weeks after we decided to take a break and see where life would lead us, if the road of this hectic life would take us back together or not.

so far, it didn’t. it seemed like jolly didn’t even want to take the first step. and maybe that was because of his busy schedule, maybe it was because i was too afraid of the reality peeking around the corner and watching me, watching me like a hawk to remind me all of this was never going to work out again, so i didn’t take the first step either. the only way i was in some sort of contact with him, was through a tv screen, watching him perform in a small intimate venue, which was a huge difference from the festival his band had played the night before, and just in general. they were getting more and more successful each day.

i would watch with tears stinging in my eyes, feeling both utterly heartbroken but so proud of him as well. because i knew be belonged to that stage, along with his friends, his brothers, creating music so special, inspiring and important for others with the passion clearly rushing through his body, the body that one held me with so much love and joy, that i couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

because i couldn’t take this type of love and joy from him either, because he was clearly made for this and the stage—and it hurts that he was not made for me, and a life together, after all.

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roycevelvet · 1 year ago

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Tangled hearts

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: I have nothing interesting to say, I was listening to 'Heather' lol + i was thinking about Sons Of Anarchy Jax while writing this, pls keep that in mind x

You were walking next to Noah to your local pub, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you like a whirlpool. You'd been best friends with Noah for as long as you can remember, sharing laughs, tears, heartbreak, happiness and everything in between. But there was this secret, this feeling you kept hidden deep down—a kind of love that felt too risky to admit, scared it might ruin your friendship.

As you arrived at your local pub, the familiar sights and sounds washed over you as you settled in your usual spot. Noah plopped down beside you, his smile lighting up the room. It was a routine, almost, Noah snagging the seat next to you without fail. If he didn't, well, he'd sulk like a kid missing their favorite toy.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Noah asked, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in closer.

"I was thinking we could start with a game of pool," you suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone light and playful. "But you know I'm going to beat you at pool, right?"

You laughed. “We'll see about that," you teased, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. "Besides, if you beat me, I might have to find a handsome stranger to console me."

There was a pause, a flicker in Noah's eyes that caught your attention. His smile wavered, his gaze shifting.

"Really?" Noah's asked, arching his brow.

You shrugged. "Who knows?" you said with a playful wink. "I might just sweep some unsuspecting guy off his feet with my killer pool skills."

Noah's expression darkened. “Mh, okay.” he muttered.

You furrowed your brow, caught off guard by the sudden change in Noah's demeanor. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern coloring your tone.

Noah forced a smile, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insisted, his tone not quite convincing.

Lost in your thoughts, you attempted to immerse yourself in conversation with your other friends, hoping to distract yourself. But then, like a sudden gust of wind disrupting the peace, the door swung open almost with a theatrical flair, like those damn Hollywood movies, and just the most beautiful girl stepped inside.

Your heart skipped a beat as she made her way across the room, her presence along drawing the attention of everyone around her. Your gaze followed her, unable to tear away as she approached Noah, her smile as bright as the stars.

And then, like a dagger to your heart, Noah turned towards you and the rest of your group, his eyes lit up with genuine joy. "I want you to meet someone special," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"This is Heather," he introduced, his gaze never leaving your face. "My girlfriend."

The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating you with their weight. You forced a smile, your heart breaking with each syllable that escaped Noah's lips. Who the fuck is she and where did she came from? Since when has Noah a girlfriend?

"It's lovely to meet you, Heather," you said with the sweetest smile.

Heather smiled warmly. "Likewise! Noah's told me so much about you," she said, her voice a gentle melody in the chaos of your thoughts.

As Noah and Heather chatted with the others, you felt yourself drifting further away.

Nicholas squeezed your hand, his silent support a lifeline. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” you whispered back as casually as you could sound.

You watched as Noah and Heather sat down hand in hand, unable to suppress the ache in your heart.

—

Feeling overwhelmed, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, Juno, your best friend, offering to come with you. As soon as the door closed behind you, the tears just came streaming down, and you collapsed against the wall, also like a fucking Hollywood movie.

Juno wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight as you sobbed. Juno knew about your feelings towards Noah.

"I don't know what to do, Juno," you whispered between sobs. "Noah, he... he's always so flirty with me, always acting strange when I mention other guys, always so touchy and needy and then he pulls this stunt? Since when is he dating a girl named Heather?”

Juno's grip tightened around you, her own confusion evident in her silence for a moment. "I wish I had the answers for you, Y/N," she finally said. "But I don’t, I’m sorry, men are trash."

Her unexpected comment caught you off guard, and despite feeling heavy, a little laugh came out. It was a moment of relief in the middle of all the chaos.

You nodded, tears still running down your face. Despite feeling sad and insecure because Heather was the most stunning girl you’ve had ever seen, you knew you had to act tough.

Standing up straight, you wiped away your tears. "No man is going to make me cry today," you declared. "I'm not going to let Noah ruin my night. I'm here to have fun, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

—

As the night rolled on and the drinks kept coming, you did your best to ignore Noah and Heather. But for some reason, Heather seemed dead set on getting to know you, constantly interrupting your conversations with her silly questions. You just wished she'd leave you alone with her pretty eyes, perfect nose, and flawless skin.

Despite your efforts to be friendly, you kept your interactions with her short. Not really in the mood to mingle with her, even though nothing was her fault actually. It’s not like she had any say in how God chose her to be his favourite. You asked Noah to play a game of pool, but suddenly he wasn't interested anymore, only eyes for Heather. So, you did what you knew best: flee the situation and find that handsome stranger to console you.

If Noah could bring along his girlfriend, you figured you could find some fun for the night too, right?

Juno was by your side, the ultimate wing woman. It being a Friday night, the pub was crowded with people. It didn't take long for Juno and you to approach a couple of guys for a game of pool. You played the part of a clueless girl, pretending you didn't know how to play, so the tall, blonde haired stranger would offer his help, just like in the movies, again.

As you engaged in the game, bantering back and forth, the tension between you and the stranger grew stronger. With a playful smirk, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours. "You know, for someone who claims not to know how to play, you're doing pretty well," he smiled.

You chuckled softly, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Beginner's luck, I suppose," you replied. "But who knows, maybe you could teach me a thing or two?"

A spark of interest igniting in his eyes. "I'd be happy to give you a few pointers," he said flirty. "But only if you promise to give me a chance to win you over with more than just pool skills."

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, in that case, consider me intrigued," you said, a smile playing at your lips. "Lead the way, pool master."

“I am Jax by the way” he said as he flashed a smile. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

—

Noah watched as you interacted with that douche, sharing laughs and exchanging glances, and couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. His discontent grew more apparent by the minute.

Finally, unable to contain his annoyance any longer, Noah started bitching to Nicholas. "Can you believe Y/N right now?" he asked sharply. "She's completely ignoring me for that guy. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm here. I mean us, I thought it was a friends night out.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, looking at Noah with a hint of amusement. "Maybe she's just having fun," he suggested.

But Noah shook his head, his frustration evident. "It's not just that," he continued, growing more agitated. "That guy she's with, he's not good enough for her. And he clearly doesn't have a clue what she wants.”

“And you know what Y/N wants? Are you’re the Y/N expert?” he laughs.

Without hesitation, Noah replied firmly, "Yes, of course I do. And it's not that guy." His tone left no room for doubt.

Nicholas listened carefully as Noah complained further. "Are you jealous?" Nicholas asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Noah's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Why would I be jealous?" he replied defensively. "I've got Heather, remember?"

But Nicholas could tell that Noah wasn't being completely honest. It was clear that Noah's true feelings for you were far more complicated than he was willing to admit.

—

As you chatted with Jax during the game, seeing Noah and Heather being all lovey-dovey in the corner made you feel a bit jealous, well this was maybe an understatement. They looked so cozy together, like they belonged with each other. It made you want to puke, want to pull your hair out but it also made you wish you were Heather as well. You just wanted to smash her pretty, little face into a wall. So, yeah, you were only a bit jealous.

"So, how did you end up here tonight?" Jax asked, flashing you a friendly smile as he lined up his shot.

“Nothing special, just hanging out with some friends.” You replied nonchalantly.

Jax chuckled, leaning against the pool table. "Same here. Thought I'd come out and see what the night had in store. And I must say, meeting someone as intriguing as you was definitely unexpected."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere," you teased, taking your turn at the pool table.

As the game continued, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jax. But you couldn't stop thinking about Noah and Heather. Feeling jealous like that was weird for you, and it made you feel like like you weren’t good enough.

But before you knew it, the game had ended, but the tension between you and Jax grew strong. With a shy smile, you found yourself blurting out, "Do you maybe want to go for some fresh air?”

You knew you were acting out of spite and jealousy, but Jax was a cute guy, so no harm, right?

Jax's eyes lit up with excitement, mirroring your own. "I'd love to," he replied eagerly. "Lead the way." mimicking your words from earlier.

You motioned for Juno, to let her know you were okay as you and Jax made your way out of the bustling pub.

—

Meanwhile, Noah's mood was shifting from bad to worse as he watched you leaving with Jax. His face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, fuming silently. Nicholas noticed Noah's frustration and tried to calm him down.

“Are you okay, man?” Nicholas asked.

Noah waved him off, trying to play it cool. "It's nothing, just being protective, you know? Y/N's my best friend, and I just want to make sure she's okay," he said, but his words rang hollow, even to himself.

And to make matters worse, Heather was up his ass as well now. Heather, who had been observing the situation all night, couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. She wasn't a fool. Noah was always talking about you. About how funny you were, how kind you were, even how beautiful you were. That's why Heather wanted to get to know you tonight, to scout the competition.

"Noah, ever since Y/N went to talk with that guy, you've been acting weird," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Noah's facade cracked, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you acting jealous all of a sudden? Y/N’s just my best friend," he snapped.

Heather's eyes widened in shock, hurt flashing across her face. "Excuse me?" her voice rising in anger. “I’m the one acting jealous? You're the one with a girlfriend, yet you're acting like a possessive boyfriend over another girl. Maybe you should figure out what you really want before pointing fingers at me!”

"No, no, it's not like that," Noah tried to backtrack, but his words only seemed to further fuel Heather's anger.

"What do you mean it's not like that? It’s exactly like that!” Heather yelled, her voice sharp with frustration.

Heather stood up in a hurry, grabbing her jacket from the chair. "Call me when you made up your mind about what you want, I don't have time for this." she said firmly before storming out of the pub.

Noah watched her go, his jaw clenched in stubborn silence. He made no move to follow her, his gaze followin her to the door where he spotted you standing outside. The sight of you and the stranger chatting outside only seemed to add fuel to the fire of Noah's already simmering emotions. A mixture of jealousy and frustration swirling within him.

He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed where he was. He didn't chase after Heather, and he didn't approach you either. He just stood there, watching, feeling lost.

To be continued.

#noah sebastian #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #bad omens #angst #light angst #bad omens fan fic #bad omens fic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #fandom

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1toreyouapart · 2 months ago

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Something spooky this way comes…

#bad omens cult #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #angst #fluff #smut #jolly karlsson #jolly karlsson fic #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens supernatural crossover

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spicywhenspeaking · 1 year ago

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Bad Omens

Series :

If I’m There : Noah X OFC Natalie

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind

I Dare You : Noah X Reader

part one / part two

“You what?” Noah puffs out, shaking his head like he doesn’t understand what I meant. “I said, I dare you.”

Star-Crossed Connection : Folio x OFC

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

one shots :

Noah ->

Lost & Found : Noah

Smut/Fluff

you’re surprising your husband Noah while he’s on tour! It’s literally just SMUT

Crush Crush Crush : Fluff

you’re Folios sister and you have a crush on Noah and Noah keeps asking you about who you like with no idea its him.

Heater’s out : Fluff

just some fluff about you and Noah dealing with a power outage during your weekend getaway.

Backstage Fun: Smut

Noah F+$KS

Lake House Vacation Smut/Fluff

Noah missed you after months apart and couldn't wait any longer....

Folio ->

High Folio 👋🏼 : Folio X Reader : Fluff

this fic is 420 friendly and includes the recreational use of cannabis 🍁

Kissing

wine drunk and kissing

Jolly ->

Käraste Smut based on a moodboard from @madomens

Nicholas ->

Hired to kill but falls in love Fluff based on a moodboard from @madomens

Love Confession Prompt Fluff You and Nicholas confess your love in the rain ☔️

Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough. Fluff surprised Nicholas on tour and you missed being in each other arms

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cookiesupplier · 1 year ago

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part Twenty-One

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, minor violence, swearing, cheating.

summary: Ellie was lost in the world, homeless with no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: Unbetaed, readers beware. Only one part left after this of Hell Ain't So Bad, and then we start A Friend Down In Hell

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @bngurngheart @cncohshit @valiantroeagleangel @blackveilomens @dominuslunae @tearfallpixie @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @notingridslurkaccount @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @jilliemiw86 @emmmm127 @laurpartyprogram

“Noah.”

Looking up at him, her breath caught in her throat, Ellie felt frozen in place.

“Ellie.”

Not BabyGirl. She remembered she’d shut him down for that. He hadn’t called her that since, not even in the messages. She’d noticed. Her heart and her head screamed two very different things, and do not ask her which one was saying which right now because for the life of her, she couldn’t tell you. One wanted to throw herself at him, right into his arms, wrap her own around him and never let go. The other wanted her to slam the door right in his face, his tired, drawn face. And he did look it, so tired, he looked a mess. Noah’s dark eyes looked dull, weary, whether of her, and of whether she’d bother to give him the time of day, or something else he’d been dealing with, she didn’t know. His hair hung limp around his face, and there were shadows forming under his eyes. This was not the Noah she knew. In a blink he could change his appearance, she knew that, but this was a Noah that didn’t seem to care. That didn’t seem to be fussed over anything, and it hurt some to see him like this. To see him beaten.

Why did it hurt? There was a part of her that was still so angry at him. How dare he make her feel like this. How dare he look at her with those eyes and make her want to crumble in her arms and beg his forgiveness for ignoring him, for sending him away, and she’d done nothing wrong!

Steeling herself, Ellie took in a deep breath as she looked up at him, with the state of him, she was almost surprised he was standing right now. He looked dead on his feet. Was he sleeping? None of the others had said anything about him doing this badly, but then again, she had refused to hear anything about him, refused to talk about him at all if she could help it. So how would they have been able to tell her anything? How would they have been able to tell her they were concerned about him or not?

“May I come in?”

He asked, his voice rough, and not in the roughness that told her she was going to be in for a wild night, wicked that would have her voice hoarse from delicious screams by morning. Still, Ellie blinked slowly and nodded slightly, accepting, he asked, he asked instead of demanding, for that she could give him time.

“I’ll make you a cup of tea.”

Offering without thinking, because, honestly, it sounded like he needed one. He sounded wrecked, and, if he was there to talk and not to knock her off. Hey, she was already dead, what more could he do to her, right? Aside from dragging her to a punishment realm, and Nicholas had already assured her she wasn’t assigned to one, then, the least she could do was make him a cup of damn tea while they talked. Find out what he had to say for himself.

Stepping aside, she let him pass her by and come into her apartment. The whole place was so very different from that first night he’d brought her home, that first night she’d drunkenly tried, and failed, to seduce him at the time. It had gone from just being a place where she just slept her nights away, considering she'd barely arrived back then, and now, this was her home. Noah had spent many a night with her here if she was honest, and yet right then, as he walked in, the way he looked, he just seemed, adrift, and it hurt her heart even more than she missed him. Less than two weeks ago, it had felt like he belonged here, about as much as the stupid fake plant Jolly had given her when all the boys had realised how easily she kept killing the ones they’d kept replacing for her housewarming present. Sure, she might keep a cactus alive, but this was one prettier! It had bright flowers, she loved the flowers.

Standing in her kitchen, she watched as he moved to sit on one of the stools at her breakfast bar, swallowing as she set the kettle to boil and prepared Noah some tea. It was Mama Ruffilo’s special blend, she made it herself. He was silent as he waited, just watching her while she moved around the kitchen until she set the cup in front of him lightly and moved to sit across from him with her own cup of tea. As he took a sip, sighing as she looked at him. Swallowing as her hands curved around her mug, trying not to think about how formal this felt now that they were sitting across from each other. Those dark eyes looked right into her like they always did though, a shiver running down her spine.

“Do you have any idea how much I have tried to beg to get this tea out of Mama Ruffilo?”

Ellie smiled slightly at the question, his voice a touch smoother, but still so rough, and tired. Noah was trying to find a way to be light-hearted, she could tell, but what was between them was weighing them both down.

“Please, she’ll practically give you anything you want, Noah Sebastian. She loves you like a son, Nicholas always spouts that she’d disown him and adopt you if her husband would let her, and you know it.”

Shaking his head a little, taking another sip of his tea slowly, easing it down his throat before speaking again. His eyes held a little mirth at her words, she wasn’t wrong, it was a running joke between him and Nicholas about his mother, however when it came to this tea, that was a different story altogether.

“Not this tea, this is her magic tea, this is her feel-good tea. She only ever gives it up when she wants to make someone feel better, or, she particularly likes someone. She hasn’t given that tea to any of us to take home, ever. Furthermore, she gives it to Nicholas for his office to calm anxious people, she makes us a cup when we visit, but lets any of us take some of it home. Never. Until you. Everyone says I’m her favourite, but I think it’s you, BabyGirl.”

Noah’s voice grew smoother, and softer as he spoke, the tea soothing his throat as it did. She tried not to react, but a tiny smile formed on her lips as he spoke of Mama Ruffilo and how protective she was of her tea, and his claim that she was her favourite. Never had she ever been anyone’s favourite before. She did know about the tea at the office, she’d been one of those that needed a little soothing, just as Nick had told her, she remembered telling his mom about her magic tea, and how it healed her cough.. She realised now that she’d known she was dead, it was a horrible reality, figuring out all the people who had hidden so much from her. Did it make her a horrible person that forgiving Mama Ruffilo was easier, though? Was it cruel to hold it against Noah? He’d been in her home, her life, her bed.. He lied to her every day.

Then her breath hitched, that tiny smile on her lips froze, and her heart clenched when she heard it, BabyGirl. She remembered him telling her how nothing could make him not want her as his BabyGirl. Taking in a sharp breath as her expression dropped, setting her mug down, she wasn’t sure calming tea was going to help her now.

“Noah, I-”

Swallowing, she didn’t know what to say to him.

“Listen, Ellie, I would have told you if I-”

“Don’t.”

Her eyes closed quickly as she stood back from the bar and shook her head, no.

“I don’t want to hear you tell me excuses, about how you would have told me if you could have. Noah, you could have. You chose not to. You lied to me, Noah, you started a relationship with me knowing you were lying to me, the entire time.”

Ellie couldn’t help the way the words were flowing when she started talking now, almost ranting at him. Noah’s dark eyes pained as he regarded her, he hated that she thought that they got involved as they did, and how he felt about her, and all she could think about was that he lied to her. He knew why, he knew... And it was killing him.

“I’m not-”

She just kept going, cutting him off as he tried to talk.

“And don’t you dare try to say we weren’t properly dating, because I was stupid enough to keep telling myself that again and again, that we were just hooking up, and just hanging out every time you came over to spend time with me. That we were only enjoying ourselves, nothing more. Even if we never said the words specifically, even if we never actually called them what they were, we’ve been dating for months. You’ve been lying to me for months.”

Standing from the breakfast bar, Noah’s voice was forceful as it cut through her little tirade, but he had no choice as it was the only way to get her to hear him as her words just kept steamrolling forward. “Goddammit, Ellie, I’m not Jeremy!”

He couldn’t stand it anymore, he couldn’t stand her accusing him like that, she wasn’t saying it, but she was comparing him to that bastard, he could feel it, every time she talked about their relationship, talked about him lying.

“Yes, I lied, I should have told you, but I didn’t, because, I love you BabyGirl. After our talk, I was trying to convince Nick to tell you, I was going to enlist his Mama if I had to, to get him on board, but I was not going to back down. I didn’t care if I was going to get busted down to the lowest of ranks, I would have done it.”

Ellie glared a little at how aggressively he spoke about Jeremy, she knew he wasn’t, didn’t she? She went to yell at him, how dare he assume to know what she was thinking when he kept going, and suddenly she was completely floored with what he was saying to her.

Watching him, completely silent, a bit dumbfounded actually as he paced back and forth, ranting about how he was going to push Nicholas to finally agree to tell her if it was the last thing he did. Hearing that he couldn’t stand holding back from her anymore, that the night before she found out had almost broken him, but his best friend, his brother, it was his job that was on the line, and betraying him was…

Hearing Noah’s voice crack at the word betrayal had Ellie finding her voice, finally, not just because it was finally dawning on her just how much turmoil Noah must have been dealing with, going in circles dealing with his loyalty to Nicholas, and how much guilt he had with how he’d treated her.. But also her feelings about what he’d said..

“You love me?”

Her voice was so quiet, that the words were barely breathed out. She felt so small. He’d never said it, and she knew she hadn’t either, not until, not until she’d admittedly thrown it in his face that she’d fallen in love with another liar.

Despite how soft her voice was, even with his ranting, Noah heard them, how could he not? Of course, he fucking heard them, this was Ellie, this was BabyGirl, he’d been dying to get her to talk to him all week, and hearing her utter anything at all, and he’d hear it. No matter how painful. Yes, her questioning whether he loved her, was painful, because, did she not know?

No, he hadn’t admitted how he felt, that was something Noah had struggled with since he was young, and he always had, he’d lost so many people in his life, that telling someone how he felt came with actions, over words. He showed them how he felt. Which, is kind of why he tended to round up all the people who hurt everyone he loved and tortured them to wit's end. It was safe to say, that Carla, Jeremy and Gia had truly been enduring so much pain and suffering at Noah’s hands this past week. It wasn’t his wrath that was justly earned, however, his pain that had been poured into their suffering, which just made it all the more potent as far as he was concerned.

Noah moved around the island bar and shifted to stand before her, his hands moving to cup her face in his hands.

“Ellie, BabyGirl, of course, I love you. If you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

His forehead leaned down to hers softly, she shuddered softly, tears glistening in her eyes as she smiled slowly,

“I love you too, you, idiot.”

Thankfully he was already leaning down to press his forehead to herself so it wasn’t hard to bring her lips to his with a kiss. She hadn’t told anyone she loved them properly since, since… Jeremy. Ellie hadn’t dared trust herself to do such a thing, because the thought of that kind of betrayal…

Her heart clenched thinking about loving someone who would use her, and lie to her, and yet, seeing the pain and anguish in Noah’s eyes with the fact he’d been living with the reality, she’d been comparing them.

And she had, hadn’t she?

It made her feel sick.

That this man, this man that had been willing to try and force the hand of the closest person to him in the world, his brother, for her. No, not a man, a demon, who could torture, main, and kill, all manner of beings in ways she could only imagine, and he had been talking about plotting against Nicholas, because that was what he’d been saying in no uncertain terms with that little rant just now. His words were coming out in a jumbled mess as he paced along the breakfast bar, but they had been there. Looking up at him now, her hands resting on his biceps, fingers squeezing lightly as she smiled.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, BabyGirl, but I couldn’t stand the thought of, okay, still having been lying to you when I did.”

She laughed at that, tears in her eye, fuck, why was she crying, her cheeks were wet and Noah was kissing them now, brushing her tears away with his lips. Sighing when she got another good look at him though, shaking her head, she might be in tears, but he looked, damn he still looked like he was barely able to stand up on his feet, how was he still standing right now?

“Come on, Mister, you look like you are about to fall asleep on your feet! What you have been doing all week??”

Starting to guide Noah towards her room, he really did need to sleep, he looked dead tired, and she was the one who was honestly dead.

“I’ve been playing with my new pets, three of them, it's been cathartic to make them scream.”

Oh, oh, she could bet what their names were too, Carla, Jeremy, and Gia.

As she got him into her room, and into her bed, wrapping him up into her blanket, he managed to convince her to join him, she did, wrapped up with him, cuddles, nothing more, he needed sleep. Sure, he could magic himself to look normal, but he’d still be exhausted, and she wouldn’t believe him for a second until she’d seen him sleep with her own two eyes. Her head on his cheek, hearing his heartbeat start to lull,

“Ellie?”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“M’not Mister.”

“No?”

“I’m the fucking king.”

Giggling as she remembered one of his lines at the music show, yes, yes he was.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning · 4 months ago

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Nick Folio

Warnings Key:

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Blurbs/ Head-Cannons/ Drabbles

@malice-ov-mercy :

pulling on his chain during sex 🌹

period sex 🌹

@amourtoken :

older brother’s best friend! folio 🌹

@kaliforniahigh :

folio cumming in you and then eating you out 🌹

Oneshots

@measuredingold :

‘i think i’m in love’ 🪻

‘falling for you’ 🪻🌹

@malice-ov-mercy :

‘Shotgun’ 🌹

‘mindless’ 🌹

@badnoahmens :

‘Shower With Me’ 🌹

@sorrowsofsilence :

‘Cymbal-ism’ 🌹

@tikosblogg :

movie night 🌹

@sitkowski :

‘sweet surrender’ 🌹🪻

@foreverlittlesoshi :

‘i’m your toy’🌹

@withcrossesandframes :

‘riptide’ 🌹🪻

@foliosriot :

‘Back To You’ 🪻

@sinkingteethinwhitenoise :

‘Loving You Easy’ 🥀🪻🌹

@collapsedglasshouses :

‘Sweater Weather’ 🪻

#nick folio #nick folio fanfiction #nick folio x reader #nick folio smut #nick folio fluff #nick folio angst #bad omens #nick folio blurb #nick folio drabble #nick folio x f!reader #nick folio x ofc #nick folio headcannon

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enemiestolovershoe · 1 month ago

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do you still write about pregnancy? if so could you maybe to a little longer one shot were reader is prego with folio’s baby but nobody knows yet (except them). one night at a gig reader is watching from backstage and suddenly needs to puke. folio picks up on that and is rushing off mid concert bc he‘s concerned. everyone is confused on why he suddenly stopped his drumming and is rushing off. Noah decides to pause the concert for a few minutes and the rest off the guys rush off too. folio and reader tell them they expecting and they are all over the moon. as reader is already 13 weeks they decided to tell the fans and folio explains it all on stage and brings you on stage???? please 🥺

Unexpected News

Nick Folio x bsf!reader

Summary: The request explains in pretty well.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: talking off hooking up, mention off alcohol, throwing up, pregnancy, use off y/n

A/N: Consider this as my Valentines gift for you all. :) 💕

Disclaimer: While the characters in this story are inspired by real people, the events and interactions are purely fictional and not reflective of reality.

You had been best friends with Nick Folio ever since high school. He was the guy who always had your back, the one who made you laugh when things got tough and the one who stuck by you even as life started to change. When he joined a band and they started gaining traction, you offered to help out however you could. That’s how you landed your job as Bad Omens' stylist. Touring the world with the guys, making sure they looked their best on and off stage.

And of course, traveling to different cities also meant trying different bars.

That’s how you ended up in this situation.

The European leg of the tour had just ended and you all went out to celebrate. The drinks kept flowing, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. Before you knew it, you and Folio had crossed into uncharted territory—once, then again, again and again. Four times that night, there was no denying what had happened.

The next morning, neither of you regretted it.

But you both agreed on one thing—it couldn’t happen again. Not because it was bad, not because you didn’t want to, but because your friendship mattered too much to risk ruining it. So, you both decided to move on, keeping it between you two and never telling the guys.

Little did you know, they were about to find out soon.

Five weeks later, you realized you hadn’t gotten your period.

At first, you shrugged it off. Touring, traveling, different time zones—it could mess up your cycle, right? But then the nausea hit. At first, it was just in the mornings. Then it started happening at random points throughout the day. You tried to ignore it until Jessy, your girl best friend, stared at you one morning as you ran to the bathroom for the third time that week.

“Okay, no,” she said, arms crossed. “You’re either sick or…”

You froze, toothbrush halfway to your mouth. “Or what?”

Jessy raised an eyebrow. “Or you’re pregnant.”

You laughed. “That’s not possible.”

She tilted her head, unimpressed. “Oh, really? You and Folio that night..? Did you use protection?”

Your stomach twisted. “I mean… not really, but I took the morning-after pill.”

Jessy’s expression softened. “Babe, those aren’t 100% guaranteed. We need to go get you a test. Now.”

That was how you found yourself in the drugstore, filling a basket with every pregnancy test brand available.

And now, here you were, back home, staring at six—no, seven—positive pregnancy tests, your hands shaking as you held one up.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Jessy knelt next to you, rubbing your back as you broke down, tears spilling onto your cheeks. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “You need to call him.”

You sniffled. “I can’t.”

“You can and you will.” She grabbed your phone, unlocking it and holding it out to you. “Call him, or I will.”

With trembling fingers, you dialed Folio’s number.

He picked up almost instantly. “Yo, what’s up?”

The second you tried to speak, a sob escaped instead.

“Whoa—hey, hey,” his voice changed instantly, concerned. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

You couldn’t get the words out, but Folio didn’t wait. You heard his keys jingle in the background. “I’m on my way.”

Fifteen minutes later, your front door swung open.

Folio rushed in, his dark eyes scanning the room. Jessy stepped out of the bathroom, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. The second he saw her, he stiffened.

“What’s going on?” His voice was laced with worry.

Jessy simply nodded toward the bathroom.

Without hesitation, Folio moved past her, stepping into the small space where you still sat on the floor, your back against the tub. Your eyes were red, cheeks damp, hands clutching the positive tests.

His face softened as he knelt in front of you. “Hey,” he said gently. “What’s going on?”

Wordlessly, you lifted one of the tests, placing it in his hands.

Folio frowned, glancing down at the little screen. His brows furrowed. “What is…?” His voice trailed off as realization hit him. His lips parted slightly, his grip on the test tightening.

He looked up at you. “You’re… pregnant?”

Your throat tightened. “Yeah.”

Silence stretched between you two.

Folio blinked, his mouth opening like he was about to say something. Then closing again. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I—wow.”

You waited, heart pounding, terrified of what he was going to say next.

Then, suddenly, he was moving. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, his warmth instantly grounding you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, pressing his chin against the top of your head. “We’re gonna figure this out.”

Tears welled in your eyes again. “I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay,” he reassured you, rubbing slow circles on your back. “You don’t have to know right now. We’ll take this one step at a time. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

You sniffled. “You’re not mad?”

Folio pulled back slightly, his hands framing your face as he looked you in the eyes. “No. I could never be mad at you. It takes two people to get pregnant” He let out a small, breathless laugh. “I mean, holy shit, I wasn’t expecting this, but we’ll be okay. I promise.”

Something in you finally relaxed at his words.

Jessy, who had been standing quietly in the doorway, cleared her throat. “You should make an appointment, just to be sure.”

You nodded, glancing back at Folio. “Would you… come with me?”

Folio gave you a look like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. “Of course I’ll come with you.”

A week later, you sat in a doctor’s office. Folio next to you, his knee bouncing as he waited anxiously.

When the ultrasound nurse finally did the ultrasound, the moment the image popped up on the screen, you and Folio both froze.

Your baby.

Tiny, barely more than a little bean-shaped dot, but there. Real.

Folio reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. When you turned to look at him, he wasn’t just staring at the screen. He was smiling.

And in that moment, you knew—everything was going to be okay.

The ultrasound nurse smiled as she moved the probe over your belly. "You're measuring right around nine weeks," she announced, printing out the black-and-white ultrasound pictures. "Here's your first picture of your little one."

You and Folio both reached for the photos at the same time. Fingers brushing as you held onto them together. Your heart swelled as you stared at the tiny shape, barely believing this was real.

"Your next appointment will be at twelve weeks." the nurse continued, handing you a slip with the date and time.

As you left the office, Folio was practically bouncing with excitement. "Nine weeks! That’s crazy. I mean, it’s tiny, but it’s already growing so fast." He grinned at you as you walked toward the car. "Okay, we need to talk about baby names. What do you think of something cool, like...I don’t know, Riot?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Riot? Really? You want our baby to sound like a punk rock anthem?"

"Exactly!" he said proudly. "Okay, okay, what about something softer? Like, uh, River?"

"That’s actually kind of cute," you admitted.

"Or Bean," he said suddenly, holding up the ultrasound. "Look at it—it literally looks like a tiny bean."

You smiled. "Little Bean. I kinda love it."

The weeks flew by, and soon it was the day of your twelve-week scan. The waiting room felt impossibly tense as you sat with Folio, hands clasped together. He was tapping his foot anxiously against the floor, stealing glances at you every few seconds.

"You nervous?" he asked softly.

"A little," you admitted. "I just want to hear the heartbeat."

"Me too," he agreed, squeezing your hand.

When your name was called, you both stood up at the same time. Folio was keeping a steady hand on your lower back as you walked into the room. You lay back as the nurse spread the cold gel over your belly, making you giggle.

"Cold?" Folio asked, chuckling.

"Freezing," you confirmed with a shiver.

The room went silent as the nurse moved the probe, her eyes focused on the screen. Then, suddenly—there it was. The unmistakable, rapid thumping of a tiny heartbeat filled the room.

Your breath caught in your throat and eyes watering instantly. When you turned to Folio, his cheeks were streaked with tears.

It was the first time you'd ever seen him cry.

"Hey, Nicky," you whispered, reaching out to wipe his tears away. "You okay?"

He let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah. Just...extremely happy."

The nurse printed out more pictures and handed them to you along with pamphlets about traveling while pregnant and a list of recommended OB-GYNs across the tour stops. You thanked her, still floating in the moment as you and Folio headed back home.

Ever since finding out, Folio had practically moved into your place. You spent nights curled up together and talking about what life would look like after the baby arrived. He kept referring to the nursery as "Bean’s room," and it made your heart melt every time.

Later that night you FaceTimed Jessy to show her the latest ultrasound. "Look at this little nugget!" she squealed. "I can’t believe you’re actually having a baby."

"Believe me, neither can I," you said, shaking your head. "But look at them—our little bean."

Folio leaned into the frame. "Jess, what do you think about the name Riot?"

"No," she said immediately, making you laugh.

A week later, the U.S. tour started and unfortunately your sickness had not disappeared. You were nervous about traveling with the band, especially since you and Folio hadn’t told the rest of the guys yet. You wanted to wait for the perfect moment.

On the night of the first show, you felt surprisingly okay. You did your usual routine. Styling the guys, checking up with Matt and then heading to your usual spot backstage to watch. Everything seemed fine until about halfway through the set. A sudden wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

Panicking, you rushed toward the nearest bathroom, trying to hold it in.

What you didn’t realize was that Folio had been watching you at that exact moment. His drumsticks froze mid-air before clattering onto the set. Without hesitation he jumped up and ran off stage, leaving the rest of the band completely bewildered.

Noah, Jolly, and Nicholas turned to see him disappearing. The music cut off abruptly.

Noah frowned. "Uh...what the fuck?"

The crowd murmured in confusion and Noah turned to them. "Uh, did anyone see where Folio just went?" he asked, holding his mic out.

Fans in the front shouted, "He ran that way!"

"Shit," Noah muttered before turning to the others. "Alright, pause for a sec, we’ll be right back."

They hurried off to find Folio and when they saw him emerging from the bathroom with you, their confusion deepened.

Matt texted Noah from the sound booth. ‘'Where the fuck did he run off to?''

Noah glanced down at his phone, reading Matt’s text with a sigh. As you and Folio stepped out of the bathroom together his brows furrowed in confusion. He looked up, crossing his arms.

"Dude, please tell me you didn’t just ditch the show for a quickie in the bathroom."

"Wait, since when are they hooking up?" Nicholas asked, still processing.

"Guys, shut the fuck up," Folio said, clearly overwhelmed.

You took a deep breath. "I think we need to tell them, Nicky."

Jolly raised an eyebrow. "Tell us what?"

Folio sighed. "Yeah, okay."

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the ultrasound picture and handed it to them. Noah was the first to react.

"Wait...you guys really hooked up?"

You laughed. "Yeah, obviously," you said, pointing to the ultrasound.

Nicholas was the first to hug you both. "I’m so happy for you."

Soon, Jolly and Noah joined in and congratulated you. "Okay, we have a lot of questions," Noah admitted. "But let’s wait till after the show, yeah?"

"Uh, what do we tell the crowd?" Jolly asked.

Folio took a deep breath. "I want to tell them. If that’s okay with you Y/N?"

You instantly nodded, and the guys also agreed.

The four of you made your way back to the stage and you took your usual spot on the side. But this time, Folio didn’t go straight back to his drum set. Instead, he walked over to Noah’s place.

Noah raised a brow at him in confusion but quickly caught on when Folio leaned in slightly. He squeezed Folio’s shoulder with a smirk, muttering a low “Good luck” that only he could hear. Then, Folio took a deep breath and turned toward the mic.

“First of all, I know you all are probably really confused,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I am extremely sorry for rushing off stage earlier but… someone really close to me wasn’t feeling well, and I had to take care of that.”

A few murmurs spread through the crowd as some fans exchanged glances. Some were already growing suspicious at his wording, but before anyone could question it, he continued.

“About exactly a month ago, I got some really great fucking news.” He grinned as he turned toward you, catching your eyes and signaling you to come on stage.

Wait—what? That wasn’t planned.

Your eyes widened slightly, but with the entire venue watching, you had no choice but to move. You hesitantly stepped forward, and as you walked toward Folio, Noah took a step back to give you the space.

Folio turned back to the crowd. “Some of you might already know her,” he said. “This is my high school best friend, Y/N.”

A wave of cheers erupted, but you barely had time to process it before Folio spoke again.

“She means a lot to me. And after way too many drinks on the last day of the European tour… we, uh, created this little bean together.”

The entire arena erupted into gasps, cheers, and a few laughs at his phrasing. Meanwhile, behind him, Jolly and Nicholas were full-on facepalming at his choice of words.

Folio, completely oblivious, reached into his pocket and pulled out the ultrasound picture. He held it up to the stage camera, and within seconds, the image was displayed on the massive screens for the entire audience to see.

The crowd immediately responded with a mix of cheers, gasps, and countless “Awws.” The energy was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Folio turned back to you, his eyes softening as he pulled you into a warm hug. The second his arms wrapped around you, the rest of the guys immediately followed, surrounding both of you in a massive group hug.

For a few moments you just stood there, overwhelmed by all the love and support. And then, just as you were about to pull away, another pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you.

Startled, you turned slightly and found yourself face-to-face with Matt.

Wait… Matt?

You blinked in surprise. How the hell did he get from the sound booth to the stage so fast?

But before you could ask, he gave both you and Folio a tight squeeze, pulling back just enough to look at you with a grin. “Congrats, you two,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.

Folio chuckled. “Thanks, man.”

Matt gave you both another squeeze before stepping back, letting Folio turn toward the mic again.

“Thank you guys for all the love,” he said sincerely. “Now, I know maybe some of you might be a little upset, but I just wanna remind you all to be kind. No hate, alright?”

Noah, still holding his own mic, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, seriously, let’s keep this space positive, yeah?” he added. Then, he grinned. “Now… let’s continue this fucking show louder than ever!”

The crowd erupted into cheers once more, and with that, the music kicked back in. Folio gave you one last squeeze before guiding you back to your usual spot on the side of the stage. He sent you a small, reassuring smile before finally making his way back to his drums.

As the guys jumped into the next song, you took a deep breath and pulled out your phone.

At this point, there was no point in hiding it anymore. You knew for a fact that Folio’s cheeky announcement was already being recorded and spread across social media.

Smiling to yourself, you opened Instagram, clicked on Post, and attached the ultrasound picture. Then, with a soft chuckle, you typed out a caption:

“This little bean is already so loved. 💕 @nick_folio”

And with that, you hit post, knowing that this was only the beginning of an entirely new, beautiful chapter.

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blairboo · 7 months ago

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BAD DECISIONS PART 2

Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader

Summary: When Noah realizes the decision he had made and that he had lost you, what does he do to try to reverse the situation?

Warnings: Crying, arguments, drinking, fights.

Word Count: 1.5K

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**Noah's POV**

What the hell had I done?

She wasn’t here.

Why did I leave?

❦

It was 10 PM, and I was still sitting in a bar with Jolly. He had called me out after I told him about my fight with Y/N. I had already drunk everything, trying to forget the fact that I had been a terrible husband and, worse, a terrible best friend—the best friend of someone who had trusted me with all her secrets.

“Earth to Noah”—Jolly pulled me back from my thoughts.

“Sorry”—I turned my attention back to him.

“Bro, I know how important she is to you, and right now, I think you should go home and figure out a good way to apologize”—Jolly warned me.

“She’s not going to forgive me”—I sighed.

“You don’t know that; you haven’t talked to her yet”—

“I know her, Jolly, like the back of my hand. We’ve been married for the last two years”—I knew she was upset and that she wouldn’t want to talk to me right then.

“Try, man, bad decisions are made this way. Maybe she’s waiting for you at home, hoping for an apology”—

“You’re right, okay”—I got up from the table.

“Let me know what happens, alright?”—Jolly gave me a light hug, and I just nodded, heading for the exit.

Where had my bad decisions taken me?

❦

I parked my car in the garage, rehearsing in my head what I would say to her, what excuse I would make to try and keep her from leaving, to try not to lose her.

I turned the key in the door. As I opened it, I was met with the darkness and silence that filled our home. My eyes spotted the note I had left when I left in the morning. It was crumpled and near the trash can.

I called out her name, asking where she was. The silence lingered. I made my way to our bedroom, hoping she would be there. But all I saw was her side of the closet nearly empty. Her suitcase was gone.

I felt my heart drop, tightening in my chest. Where had she gone?

My hand quickly went to my pocket, searching for my phone. I opened my contacts, looking for her name, and quickly dialed.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Leave a message”—

Voicemail.

What the hell had I done?

She was gone.

I scrolled through my contacts and clicked on Jolly’s name.

“What’s up, man?”—he answered quickly.

“She’s gone”—I felt tears burning in my eyes, and my voice got cracked.

**Y/N’s POV**

Two days had passed.

Two days with no contact from Noah, no contact with anyone. I checked into a hotel near the beach. I needed this time to think about where my relationship with Noah was headed. I only left my room for four things: breakfast, lunch, dinner, and to hit the beach.

My phone had been off since I left our house; I still didn’t want to deal with my problems. My mind wasn’t in the right place for that yet.

But it was time to resolve this; I could feel divorce waiting for us.

I turned my phone back on.

There were lots of unread messages and missed calls. Even from his manager, Matt.

Nick had called me 56 times.

Nicholas had called me 78 times.

Jolly, 48 times.

And Noah—147 times.

I opened my chat with Noah, and his last message was sent two hours ago.

“I’m sorry.”

I needed to call him.

I put my phone to my ear and waited for his response.

“Y/N?”—there was desperation in his voice.

“Hi, Noah”—I replied.

“Thank God, I was so worried about you”—his 147 calls confirmed that, I mentally replied.

A few seconds passed before I responded.

“I want a divorce”—

Everything went quiet, no reply came.

“Where are you?”—his voice stumbled.

“Um, a hotel, the one we stayed in when we got locked out of the house”—a light smile crept onto my face, remembering the time we left the house key in Nick’s car, and he had gone to San Francisco.

“I’m coming over”—I could hear him grab his keys.

“Why, Noah? I just want a divorce; I don’t need to talk to you”—

“I’m not letting you file for divorce without talking to me face to face first. I know the hell I put you through. I’ve been a terrible husband these past few months, but you won’t divorce me without talking to me in person.” His voice was solid, sure of his actions.

I felt tears threatening to fall.

“Okay”—was all I could manage to say.

❦

It had been 15 minutes since Noah had called me. I had brushed my teeth and tried to hide the fact that I had spent the last two days crying and thinking about the end of our relationship.

A knock on the door made me feel like I was in high school about to present a project in front of the whole class.

Nervousness.

I walked toward the door, standing in front of it, taking a deep breath and trying to convince myself that everything would be okay.

I opened the door and was met by Noah’s puffy, red eyes.

He was still so beautiful.

“H-hi”—his voice faltered.

“Come in”—he nodded, and I quickly closed the door behind him.

When I turned to Noah again, I was surprised by the warmth of his embrace, something I hadn’t felt in months, he held my so tightly.

“Please don’t ask for the divorce”—there was desperation in his voice.

“Don’t ask me to do that after you treated me like a complete stranger for the past few months”—my voice was weak but firm.

He pulled his face from my neck, looking me straight in the eyes, holding my face in his hands.

“I know, I know, that I’ve been a jerk the past few months and that I didn’t treat you the way I should have—and I’m so fucking sorry for that. But please don’t divorce me.”- His eyes were shining with tears threatening to fall.

“And how am I supposed to be sure you won’t do it again? That you won’t come home and treat me like a complete stranger?”—I pulled his hands away from my face.

“My promises might not mean anything right now, but I swear I will never treat you that way again; I promise I will improve. I won’t spend so much time in the studio. I promise to put effort into our relationship like I did in the beginning”—I searched for any sign of dishonesty or hesitation in his eyes, but all I saw was truth and fear.

The truth is that everyone makes mistakes, everyone takes bad decisions, but we don’t always have to crucify others for their wrong actions.

Of course, you shouldn’t stay in a place where the same mistake keeps happening and the person doesn’t see the issue or insists on the mistake.

But we are human beings; we are capable of making mistakes every day.

“I won’t be able to forgive you again, Noah. Please keep your promises. Each one you break is a part of me wanting to disappear from your life”—I wiped a tear that had fallen on his face.

Noah brought his hands back to my face, looking into my eyes deeply.

“I promise, I promise, every part of me needs you, today, now, always. I promise from the bottom of my heart you’ll never have to go through this pain again”—

“You’re my confidant, Noah, the person I seek when I come home and need comfort. You’ve held all my secrets like no one else; no one knows me like you do. Please don’t throw that away.”- I held his hand.

“I promise”—he whispered.

He hugged me, and I had missed that warmth for months.

He was here.

“Forgive me,” Noah whispered, kissing my forehead, and I simply nodded in agreement.

“Don’t make me doubt your love for me again”—I replied.

He looked at me and brought his lips to mine.

The feeling felt surreal.

Our lips always fit together, as if they were meant to be.

“I love you”—I felt happiness hearing those words again after months of thinking he had stopped loving me.

“I love you too”—I whispered back.

We kissed again.

Our kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Noah walked over and opened it.

Jolly.

“Thank God you two worked it out. Noah without you isn’t worth anything.” There was a tone of joy in his voice.

“Shut up”—Noah replied, smiling lightly and giving Jolly a pat on the shoulder.

I smiled, hoping that this time, everything was going to be alright.

Don’t dwell on your bad decisions; chase after them and resolve them.

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I hope you all like this part, i felt bad abandoning this work.

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kaliforniahigh · 8 months ago

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my kink is karma - part. 2 - n.s.

This is the second part to "casual". The title is yet another Chappell Roan song :D

Warnings: Some self-deprecating talk, Folio plays a little bit of a matchmaker, they talk about their feelings, curse words and angst with a happy ending (I'm a sucker for happy endings).

WC: 3.367

It's comical, bridges you burn If karma's real, hope it's your turn

The tension in the air after yours and Noah's argument was palpable. You haven't talked to him since your argument, but it didn't take a genius to notice he wasn't behaving like himself lately.

You, on the other hand, was just waiting for this tour to be over. You've been treating this job exactly like what it is. A job. You kept a friendly relationship with everyone, but the outings to bars or restaurants were kept to a minimum.

Bryan sensed something was up when you asked him to show Noah the pictures you took, for him to select the ones he liked the most, instead of showing him yourself.

You kept in contact with Liam, contrary to what Noah insinuated, your interactions were strictly professional, since Liam had a long-term girlfriend that he mentioned to you the first time you talked. Showing you some pictures he took of her in an outdoor setting.

You could've told Noah this, but seeing him angry and out of his wits at the idea of you dating or seeing someone else was more entertaining for you. You guess you just wanted him to feel a little bit of what you felt when he took those girls to his hotel room.

Nick did tell you though that these past few weeks Noah hasn't even tried to flirt or take girls back to his room, and mentioned that he should check "if his friend was ok". You wondered if you were the only one who never realized Noah was a player.

You guess that doesn't matter now. Liam has called you a few days ago, since you've mentioned to him that tour was wrapping up soon, he wanted to ask if you would accept the invitation of touring with him and the band he worked for, and you were considering it.

You're familiar here, and meeting new people and getting used to a new setting was going to be challenging. But you also knew you couldn't keep going like this. You always took pride in having a great relationship with everyone, and now you felt like you were drifting further and further apart from them.

You knew they considered you their friends, but the truth is: they're Noah's friends. And you could and would never come between that.

It's hot when you have a meltdown In the front of your house and you're getting kicked out It's hot when you're drinking downtown And you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth

Nick knew he shouldn't pry, especially not when Noah was on the verge of being too drunk. But two of his best friends were fighting and he knew neither one of them were going to come out and say anything. Besides, he knew Noah lacked a filter when he was intoxicated, so this was his best chance.

Tour was wrapping up this week, so this was the last opportunity for the band and crew to go out together. After all is over, everyone ends up going their own way and it gets difficult to organize something.

Nick was waiting for the best opportunity to talk to Noah, and at some point during the night, they found themselves alone at the table.

"So, Y/N didn't wanna come out tonight", Nick started, mentioning your name right out the gate, not wanting to waste too much time. He saw Noah's shoulder tense.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised", his friend answered, taking another sip of his alcoholic beverage.

"Do you know what could've happened? She used to go out with us all the time", Nick played dumb, not wanting to give away that he could tell you two obviously had something going on.

"I don't know man, maybe she's too busy talking to Liam or whatever", so Noah was jealous, that much he could tell. Nick knew about Liam because you've mentioned him in conversation a couple of times.

"Why would she be busy talking to Liam in the middle of the night? Besides, they're on different timezones", Nick fished for more information.

"I guess she liked the attention she was receiving", Noah said and shrugged his shoulders, trying to look unbothered by the situation, but ultimately failing.

"I see", Nick pondered. Finally, he decided to put his friend out of his misery "you know he has a girlfriend, right? I think Y/N mentioned they've been together for 7 or 8 years or something", Nick said and waited for a reaction. Noah's eyes widened visibly in surprise and he looked in Nick's direction.

"No, I didn't know that", he sounded defeated, as he let the realization sink in.

"So whatever you guys have going on, if it's because Y/N has been talking to Liam, you can cut it out, because there's nothing happening there", Nick saw Noah sigh out loud and run his hands over his face. He expected him to be relieved, but he looked exasperated?

"Noah, this is everything that happened, right?", Nick was suddently worried about his reaction.

"I might have been a dick to Y/N", Noah was looking down at his drink, stirring it uselessly.

"What do you mean?", it was Nick's turn to look and sound exasperated. Maybe he bit off more than he could chew.

"Look, Y/N and hooked up a few times, and...", he began explaining, but Nick cut him off "By hooked up you mean you've kissed, or something more?", he has an inkling feeling that this was so much more.

"I mean we've had sex a few times", he paused, but continued when Nick didn't say anything "it wasn't anything serious, but I might have lost my cool when I saw her talking to Liam at that festival", he at least looked guilty saying this.

"If it wasn't anything serious then why did you lose your cool?" Nick asked the million dollar question.

"I don't know. I think I didn't like seeing her with that guy?", Noah was having a hard time explaining himself. Nick always knew his friend wasn't good with expressing his feelings. And that worried him, because there was no telling what he could've said to you.

"And what happened after that for you guys to stop talking?", Nick was getting to the bottom of this, even if he didn't like it. And it seemed like Noah needed someone to talk to anyway. He could tell the conversation sobered up the boy quite a bit.

"I kinda confronted her about it?"

"And how did you do that?", by the looks of it, he was gonna have to pry the information out of him. He felt like a parent mediating a fight between two kids.

"I wasn't the nicest, ok? I already know that and I already feel like absolute shit about it", Nick wasn't gonna ask again, so they sat in silence until Noah conjured up the courage to say what he needed to say.

"I insinuated that Liam was only interested in her in order to get her into bed. And then I proceeded to tell her that I didn't think she would be so easy". Noah said this with venon in his voice, directed at himself. Saying it out loud again only heightend the weight of his words. And this somehow made him feel even worse.

"What the fuck, Noah? Why the fuck would you say that?", Nick said with anger in his voice.

"Have you seem this Liam guy? He's probably gone to a nice college, just like her. He probably doesn't have attachment issues. He probably doesn't need therapy to talk about his feelings. I freaked out, ok? It was clear from the beggining that Y/N and I could never work. So I decided that having a little bit of her was better than having none of her". Noah could feel the tears stinging his eyes. Letting out the thoughts in his head felt a little liberating, but it didn't make him feel better about the way he treated you.

"You don't get to decide if Y/N deserves you or not. That was her decision to make. And you shouldn't have jumped to conclusions with her and Liam", Nick knew that this was obvious, but maybe the obvious still needed to be said.

"I don't think that matters now. I don't see how I could fix this. Tour is ending and I bet she'll never want to see my face again"

"And if that happens, you at least owe her an apology", Nick patted him on the back and asked Noah if he wanted another drink, he said no, so Nick left him with his own thoughts.

Oh, God And it's coming around, yeah, it's coming around Yeah, it's coming around, oh, God Oh, God

This was one of those things you couldn't get away from. Mainly because everyone has been planning this since before the tour even started. Also because it's already been paid for, and you don't like your money going to waste.

Camping was never your favorite activity. You despised insects and couldn't understand why people left their comfy beds to sleep in tents and sleeping bags. But back then, Noah promised to make you as many roasted marshmallows as you wanted, and you pretended to say yes just because of that. As if you wouldn't jump at the opportunity to spend more time with him. Now you were cursing yourself.

You were unaware of the conversation Nick had with Noah before tour ended, and how much he knew about what transpired between you two. So you thought nothing of the conversation you were having with him, as the boys grilled some burgers for dinner.

"I kind of have something to tell you", you were nervous to make this official. "Since tour ended and everything, I don't see why hide this anymore"

Nick thought you were finally opening up to him about your adventures and fall out with Noah. He would soon find out he was very mistaken as he told you to go on.

"You know how I've been talking to Liam right?", he nodded "recently he asked me if I wanted to tour with him. To have a different experience and all that", you kicked a pebble next to your feet. Nick was looking directly at you, but you didn't have the heart to look back at him. "I've been thinking about saying yes".

"You're leaving us?", this prompted you to lift your head.

"C'mon Nick, this tour was just an experiment. I don't know for sure if you guys will want me back. I need to have something lined up for me". And that was true. You were only thinking about your next steps.

"I thought it was clear we wanted you next tour as well?", Nick genuinely sounded confused and it broke your heart. You didn't know what to say anymore. "Is this about you and Noah?", he asked and you froze the second the words left his lips.

"What do you mean?", you tried to gauge how much he knew.

"I think you know what I mean. I could tell there was something different between you two. I had to find out what it was. So I kind of cornered Noah one night and he told me", you huffed in annoyance.

"What else did he tell you? That I'm easy and fall into bed with everyone that comes asking?"

"No, but he did tell me that he basically told you that", Nick said and you were honestly surprised at this. It was very difficult for Noah to admit to his mistakes. "I'm not defending him, because I already told him what he needed to hear from me. But I think you guys should talk before we leave"

"We'll see about that", you gave him a little sideways smile, trying to be noncommittal about this.

"It doesn't matter if you're with us or working for a different band. I know you'll kill it anyways. But keep in mind that we like having you close"

"Thank you, Nick", you showed him your gratitude.

"I'll see if those goofs need any help", you looked back at the boys and saw Matt threatening Jolly with the tongs, opening and closing them, as if he was trying to get his head. You laughed at this as Nick excused himself.

Dinner went by and soon you were all sitting by the fire, attempting to tell scary stories, but everyone was laughing and calling out loop hopes in each other's tales, turning the situation from scary to funny.

You were roasting some marshmallows here and there. You were never good at this, so it either came out burnt or the thing melted entirely and fell into the fire. You gave up at some point and just sat there, with the stick in your hand, poking the floor aimelessly.

Seconds later, Nick poked you on the side, handing you a stick with two marshmallows roasted perfectly on the top. You gave him a puzzled look, but he just tilted his head to Noah, who was sat beside him. He gave you a barely there smile, and nodded in acknowledgment. The marshmallows kept coming thoughout the night without you having to ask for them. He did promise you to roast you as many as you wanted after all.

Not too long after, everyone was excusing themselves to their tents. The long drive here had everyone yawning. You were not much better, so you decided to do the same.

A soon as your head hit the pillow, thoughts swam through your mind. The conversation with Nick was supposed to be simple. You were pretty much dead set on saying yes to Liam. Now you weren't so sure anymore.

You knew you needed to talk to Noah at some point. You figured that him giving you marshmallows was his way of extending you an olive branch. He was there if you ever wanted to talk. You did miss him and what you had before everything went to shit.

Huffing and deciding that as much as you wanted, sleep wouldn't find you so easily tonight, so you opened your tent to step outside. Maybe meditating or some breathing exercises would relax you enough.

Standing on your feet and stretching your limbs, you noticed Noah still sat at the wooden bench everyone was at earlier. You debated slipping inside your tent again, but he was already looking at you. There was no turning back now.

You also debated sitting somewhere else, but didn't want to make things even more akward, so you sat on the other end of the bench. A few minutes passed by before he spoke up.

"Can't sleep?", he asked.

"No, too much on my mind", you didn't know if you were ready for this, but you had to be.

"I talked to Nick the other day", he glanced at you, but you kept a neutral expression.

"Yeah, he told me about that", your hands were picking on loose strands of your sweater.

"Listen, I'm not gonna make any excuses. I owe you an apology. You don't have to accept it, but I have to tell you how sorry I am for what I said to you", he sat sideways now, looking directly at you. "So I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I should've delt with my anger instead of taking it out on you"

"I just don't understand why you were so angry? Why Liam and I talking led you to said that", you did have an idea, but you wanted him to tell you. Noah has been going over this conversation in his head for days. He decided that it doesn't matter the outcome, he was going to be honest with you.

"I shouldn't have invited you to my hotel room that first night. I knew this was going to end like this. I thought I could get a grip on my feelings, but I was very mistaken. I was selfish and I hurt you in the process", you tried to pretend that that first part didn't hurt you, so you decided to focus on the end of his speech. You appreciated the honesty regardless of how it made you feel.

"What feelings?"

"The feelings that I have for you. I think I've had them since Bryan introduced you to us for the first time. Thinking back on it now, how could I not have feelings for you? Not only are you a great protographer, but you're also an amazing and kind girl. And I'm just the good looking guy who sings in a band", he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. You didn't like the way he talked about himself.

"I don't think you're just a good looking guy who sings in a band, you're so much more than that and it's such a shame you don't realize it", you tried to get your point across. "I know that you didn't mean what you said back in that tour bus. Mainly because I know you, and you're not a mean person. But you really need to communicate better with the people around you"

"I know. Maybe then I would've known that Liam has a girlfriend, right?", he smiled at this.

"Exactly", you smiled back. "It hurt me a lot when you kept giving attention to other girls after we slept together. I guess I just felt like another notch on your belt", you made yourself a little smaller after admitting to this, but decided to be honest with him the same way he was being with you.

"I never slept with them. Sometimes we didn't even take the elevator up to my floor because I just told them it wasn't gonna work. It just didn't feel right and my head wasn't in the right place", this did make you feel incredibly better.

"Well then, I guess I could've communicated better myself. Maybe then I would've known this, instead of wallowing in pity", this time was your turn to smile and poke a little fun at the situation.

"I gave you the wrong idea, I'm sorry about that", there was a moment of pause before he contined "I understand if nothing can happen between us now, after all of this. But it would be great if you came back for another tour, you really do an amazing job, and I don't want my behavior to jeopardize that", you sighed at this, now was the time to tell him.

"I've had an offer from another band to go on tour with them", you looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction. His face fell and the somewhat relaxed look he kept on his face throughout your conversation, morphed into one of resignation.

"Oh, that's great. You're gonna be amazing regardless", he tried to be supportive of your decision, but his voice gave him away.

"I'm not going", his eyebrows shot up at this. "Just being here tonight, with everyone, made me realize that I'm not ready to leave this behind. Besides, I think I'll miss you too much", he gave you the biggest smile at this and you could see a little rosy tint to his cheeks.

"I would miss you terribly", he said back. You were now sat closer together, drifting towards each other during your conversation. "Tell me if this is overstepping or if I'm too soon, but I would love to take you out on a date when we get back home. I think we started this a little backwards", you could sense the hesitantion in his voice.

"I would love to go on a date with you", you offered your hand for him to take, interlacing your fingers together, reveling in the way his totally encompassed yours.

"Thank you for giving us another chance", his voice conveyed honesty, glad you didn't decide to just kick him to the curb entirely.

"You really don't give yourself enough credit. I think I would do anything you asked me if you were nice enough", and it was true. After your argument you knew you would forgive him if he had a good enough excuse. Deep down, you were hoping that woudn't be the end for you two.

You rested your head on his shoulder, you sensed a little bit of hesitation from him, until you took one of his arms and put it over your shoulders, feeling his hand mess with the ends of your hair. You felt content and finally at ease.

Thank you everyone who requested a part 2! Hope you enjoyed this :D

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sinkingteethinwhitenoise · 1 year ago

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Limoncello - Chapter 11

Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Blood, Mention of a gun, Use of a gun, MDNI

Word Count: 1.5k

Series Masterlist

“Will you release me, my friend? There’s nowhere to run or hide.” ~ I See Stars, We’re Not In Kansas Anymore

When Nick heard the ping of a notification from his phone, he expected to see a text from Maeve saying that she was on her way. What he actually saw was quite the opposite.

‘I need help. Call 911.’

“Fuck,” he whispered. He shot up from the couch and ran to the kitchen. He looked out the window that had a perfect view of the front of Maeve’s house. A chill ran down his spine and his stomach dropped with dread when he saw one of her windows smashed in. “FUCK!” He rushed back into the living room, where Jolly was seated on the couch, staring at him, worried. Nick glanced at him as he rushed past, bolting to his room. He reached under his bed to pull out a small safe.

Trembling fingers punched in the code and grabbed the contents once it clicked open. A pistol. He double checked that it was loaded before stuffing it into his waistband and rushing back out towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Jolly called out from his spot on the couch.

“Someone broke into Maeve’s house,” Nick muttered, voice shaking as he placed his hand on the doorknob and swung the door open. “Call the cops. I’ll be back.”

Before Jolly could protest Nick’s decision to insert himself into a dangerous situation, the door slammed shut. Jolly had no choice but to pick up the phone and dial the number.

Maeve was in the process of whispering her address to the operator for the 3rd time. She was getting frustrated with the operator saying that they couldn’t hear her. She was trying so hard to stay hidden. Heavy footsteps stopped outside of her bedroom and she heard the aggressive shaking of the doorknob. Her eyes widened as she set the phone down next to her, not hanging up. She clasped her hand over her mouth as tears spilled down her face, trying her hardest to keep her breathing even.

When the locked door wouldn’t open, she heard a growl. “Oh you’re in for it now,” Tanner chuckled darkly from the other side. The next thing she heard was the deafening crack of her door being kicked down. It took a couple of kicks before he was able to get inside. She squeezed her eyes shut and curled into herself in an attempt to hide further from him. His heavy footsteps stopped right in front of her closet door before it was ripped open. “You really thought you could hide from me,” he growled. “Stupid fucking whore.”

He grabbed her by her ponytail and dragged her out of the closet. Maeve’s screams ripped through her throat like razor blades as her hands shot up to where his hand gripped her hair. She held onto it to try to alleviate the agonizing pressure on her scalp, to no avail. Her nails dug into his hand and scratched him as he threw her to the ground, her head bouncing off of the floor with a sickening thud. A loud, choked sob left her as she attempted to scramble away from him, only for him to pin her to the floor by sitting on top of her.

She struggled beneath him, squirming and bucking around frantically to get out of his hold. His hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Her eyes went wide as she tried to suck in a breath. Her hands shot up to try to pry his hand away. “You fucking left me,” he spat, his face disgustingly close to her own. His breath smelled of alcohol and something rotten. She nearly gagged at the smell and the feeling of his slimy saliva hitting her face. “Now you’re getting what was always coming to you, bitch.” He tightened his grip around her throat.

“P-Please,” she choked out. “Don’t do this, w-we can t-alk about this. Let me g-” Her face started to turn purple. Her vision became clouded with dark spots as Tanner’s sinister smirk and enraged eyes got blurrier and blurrier with each passing second. She was lightheaded and she felt like her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. All she could hear was her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Tanner was too caught up in the pleasure of watching the life drain from Maeve’s eyes to hear the footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Nick approached the doorway with pure rage coursing through his veins. He sprung into action so quickly that he barely registered that he was moving. He came up behind Tanner as he pulled the gun from his waistband. Even though Nick was enraged, he really didn’t want to have to kill anyone. So, with the safety still on, he came up behind Tanner and smashed the side of the pistol into the back of his head.

Blood began to gush from the back of his head as a pained scream tore through him. He instinctively let go of Maeve’s neck to cradle his wound, falling off of her body and curling into himself on the floor. Maeve began to cough and gasp for air.

Nick shoved the weapon back into his waistband, not caring that there was blood on it. He rushed to Maeve’s side and without a word hoisted her up into his arms. He carried her outside, leaving Tanner bloodied on her bedroom floor.

Maeve coughed and hacked as she held onto Nick for dear life, fat tears streaming down her face. They heard police sirens as Nick carried her outside. He set her down in the driveway to remove his gun and place it on the ground next to her car before the police arrived. Then, he picked her back up and carried her to the sidewalk. Maeve’s coughing quickly turned into sobbing and gasping as she held onto Nick.

Nick’s breathing began to shake and his throat began to tighten as tears of his own sprung to his eyes. He gently caressed the back of her head. “I’m here, baby. I’m here,” he whispered, voice pinched as he held back tears. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Nosy neighbors had filled the sidewalk surrounding Maeve’s house. They heard the sirens and saw the lights and couldn’t help themselves. Of course, Noah, Nicholas, and Jolly were also outside watching, relieved upon seeing that their bandmate was unharmed and that Maeve was alive. The crowd began to thin as the police began wrapping up and the ambulance left.

The police had asked both Maeve and Nick numerous questions to get the whole story. Maeve could barely speak without stuttering and tripping over her words. She tried her best to give a coherent recollection of events and did surprisingly well for what she had just been through. Nick was able to get his gun back after the situation was sorted out. Tanner was under arrest, but was being taken to the hospital for stitches before going to jail.

Once cleared to go, Nick wrapped an arm around Maeve’s waist and led her across the street to his home. The guys were waiting in the driveway. They all walked inside together.

Inside, Maeve didn’t allow any of them to fuss over her. “Can I take a shower here?” she asked them, voice meek. She didn’t care that she’d just taken one. She felt disgusting and wanted to wash any remnants of Tanner away.

“Of course,” Nick answered softly. “C’mon.” He led her to the bathroom, grabbed her a towel and showed her where everything was. “You want some clothes?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down her arms while looking at her, his brow furrowed with worry. She nodded in response. “Wait here,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. He rushed off to his room and grabbed one of his old Harley Davidson shirts, boxers, and basketball shorts. He came back and set the clothes next to the sink. “Do you need anything else?” he asked, sincerity in his tone.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Can you join me? I don’t wanna be alone.” It was clear by the look on her face and the tone of her voice that her intentions were pure.

“Of course, doll.” He whispered back in response.

As they stood under the stream of hot water, Nick washed Maeve’s hair. His fingers rubbed against her scalp in the most soothing way. Maeve’s eyes were closed as she allowed herself to get lost in his gentle touch.

“I’m sorry,” Nick whispered, just loud enough to be heard above the water hitting the tub.

“What for?” Maeve murmured, her eyes fluttering open.

He sighed. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should’ve come inside with you.”

She turned to face him, his fingers leaving her head as she did. “Don’t do that,” she sighed, her hands cupping his face. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.”

All Nick did was shrug in response.

“You saved my life anyway,” she told him, eyes welling up with tears again. “You had no idea what you were walking into and you still risked that to come save me.”

“Of course I did,” he murmured. “Why would I do anything else?”

“There’s not many people out there that would’ve done that,” she said softly, stroking his cheek with her thumb. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

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aplaceinthedark · 1 year ago

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chapter nine: FIND a HIDDEN MEANING

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: supernatural themes, mention of death, mentions of vehicular accident, mentions of motorcycle accident, ptsd, bodily injury, religious trauma, angst, blood, alcohol consumption

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know.

Noah and I had swept the perimeter of my house and property, checking to see if anything else had been left behind. Nothing was out of place, but that didn’t stop Nick from worrying. Nothing I did or said seemed to stop him.

"I'm sure it's not intentional. Maybe they were driving around, saw my house, and stuck the flier in my door when they realized I wasn't home," I said to a tense Nick, who was thumbing through all the papers I had brought from the library yesterday.

Jesus fuck, that had been yesterday. So much had happened in just twenty-four hours, and I was just… rolling along with it. Nick, Noah and their group, and now a possibility of the reemergence of the Cult that destroyed their lives? A year ago, I might’ve run away. Now, I might be becoming a part of their crew.

“We’re not gonna take that chance,” Nick said, whether to me or himself, I wasn’t sure. “This whole town knows we hung out. If they know about the Watcher, then they know what I can do. They might think you know just by associating with me.”

“Well…” I trailed off. They wouldn’t be wrong.

My eyes fell onto the flier that stood out amidst the stark white papers.

PRESERVATION OF VESSELS

We are all perfect Vessel's, no more worthy than the rest. A perfect Vessel exists to serve the Divine Power. We must offer up our Souls to be Hollowed and imbued with His Grace. Each member of our Family shall serve in a way that best suits their potential. All shall live for the coming of the Great Singularity, as all become One and reach True Enlightenment.

The Children of the Revered Father fear not the pursuit of His Grace, for our purpose is pure and resolute. The Children of the Revered Father fear not the quest for knowledge, for our path has been cleared of peril and strife. The Children of the Revered Father fear not that life in thrall, for our Souls exist to serve the Divine Power.

“Maybe the name is a coincidence?” I said, though my voice betrayed how I thought of that idea. Nick’s look that he shot out of the corner of his eyes said the same.

“If you’re trying to make me feel better about this situation, it’s not working.” He turned back to the table, putting his chin in the palm of his hand.

I frowned as I got up and limped over to my kitchen window. Noah had run off to tell Jolly and Nick Folio about the situation, promising to return with a plan at some point. I had caught the look in his black eyes: the plan would most likely involve death, which I didn’t know if I was down for.

Of course I shouldn't be down for that. Shouldn't I? Even if that meant the possibility of losing…

I shook my head vigorously to get rid of that train of thought, like my brain was an etch-a-sketch and shaking it would erase the Bad Thoughts. I grabbed three beers out of the fridge. I left one bottle outside on the offering plate; a small conciliatory gesture that I hoped Noah would understand. Then I limped from the front door over to the couch.

“Are you okay?” Nick asked, looking me up and down as I handed him a bottle.

“Yeah, it’s just all that walking is taking its toll on my hip.” I winced as I collapsed back onto the cushion. I nearly moaned into the bottle in relief as the pressure was lifted.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I forgot about that,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have taken you out there.”

“Nick, there’s no way I would’ve stayed here after last night. I would've followed you, and I probably would've gotten lost again," I said. “And if I would’ve been home, then I would’ve come face to face with those people.”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me.” He took a swig. “I mean, you could’ve at least told me you were hurting.”

I snorted in amusement. “What would you have done? Carry me?” I asked. The image flashed through my head, and I had to turn away from Nick to hide my flushed face.

“You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from Noah,” he chuckled. I groaned at the thought of him laughing at me in my mind.

He absentmindedly picked up a page and glanced over it. “He’s probably still mad at me for yelling at him.” He looked up at me. “Noah doesn’t like being yelled at, even if he knows he’s done something wrong.”

“Like when an innocent person trips and hits their head?”

“Exactly,” He sighed. He let the paper slip through his fingers. It was about the rhyme I had found about “The Towering Man.” Nick let his head fall back onto the back of the couch, and stared up at the ceiling. “I can understand if you don’t want to stay here anymore.”

It took me a second to remember that Noah and I had conversed in our minds, not spoken aloud with Nick. I just assumed that Noah had told him. “I’m not leaving,” I stated. Nick actually looked at me like I was crazy. “I’m not moving back to Newport. No creepy forest cults can make me do that.”

Nick straightened up, a movement that took me off-guard. “Was it really just your brother's death that made you move to the other side of the state? Or was it something more?”

My mouth popped open slightly. “H-How did–”

“You’re not the only one who did some research,” he said.

I racked my brain for the possibility of how he found out, when it finally hit me. “You… you looked up my brother's obituary?” I asked, my voice stammering.

“I got curious. I wasn’t going to say anything about it until now,” he said, “but you happened to leave out the part where your parents were in the same accident.”

My throat constricted as the blood rushed to my face. “Then you probably saw that Taylor isn’t—“

“I don’t care about that. That’s not who you are to me," he said, putting his hand over mine. I stared down at the shark tattoo on the back of his hand. “But I can guess where you got the name from, and I think it’s a sweet reason. I just can’t understand why you would rather be here than—“

“Cause I couldn’t stand the emptiness, okay?!” I blurted out, my voice coming out louder than I wanted. I stood up quickly. “All my family was gone in an instant, and I was left by myself to pick up the pieces!”

“Hey, Tay, I didn’t mean to—“ Nick paused, taking in my stance. That’s when I realized my breathing was labored, and I could feel my eyes starting to mist.

I took a deep breath. “It’s fine - I’m fine,” I stated, holding up a hand. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this.”

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, and I felt he meant it in more ways than one.

A painful silence fell between us. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of my emotions. "It was a freak accident,” I blurted out.

I heard the couch creak as the words tumbled out. "I think a car was changing lanes and didn't see my parent's car. I don't remember a whole lot, but I remember hitting one of the cars and being thrown off the bike. I remember–"

"Taylor, you don't have to–" he tried to interrupt.

"--crawling along the road, breaking my fingernails in the asphalt as I tried to reach Mike–" I couldn't stop talking.

"Taylor–"

"--the smell of blood from his cracked–"

"TAYLOR!”

I startled, feeling a sharp pain in my biceps. As Nick pulled my hands away from my arms, I realized I had dug my fingernails into them hard enough to draw blood. With Nick's shout and sudden presence in front of me, I relaxed.

"You're bleeding. "

"S' fine," I mumbled, my adrenaline rush leaving me shaking. Nick pulled me back to the couch, making me sit down. He gently rubbed the marks with the sleeve of his flannel shirt, wiping away the blood. Luckily, the marks were shallow and had pretty much stopped bleeding immediately.

While he did that, I absentmindedly played with the string on my pinky. “Do I keep this on forever? Or can I cut it off?” I asked, holding my hand up. I couldn't look at his face. This was the third time I had a flashback in the last 24 hours, and I knew that if I looked up at him, I would lose it at the slightest inconvenience.

Despite my fiddling, the string stayed put. It must've been made of strong stuff, having survived the hike over the trees and rocks. “Here, lemme take it off. Cutting it is bad luck,” he said. His hands moved from my arms to my finger; his fingertips lightly dragging over my skin. Taking my hand, he untied the knot with swift, precise fingers. I felt exactly the same as when he had tied it on.

When the string was off, I was surprised to feel like it was still there. Like a phantom string, a thread of gold tying us together.

“Taylor?”

My eyes snapped up to his face, and I realized that he had been watching me this entire time with eyes clear as glass. “Y-yeah?” I asked, voice cracking. I was afraid that he was going to say something about the previous fifteen minutes, and I really didn't want to cry in front of him.

Anything I had been thinking about or feeling flew out the moment his mouth had pressed to mine. The accident, the monsters, the cult; everything. The universe had come to a complete stop, and nothing else mattered except this.

There was hardly any time for me to register what he was doing before he leaned down and placed his lips on mine.

I inhaled sharply, but when Nick cupped my face in his hands, my eyelids fluttered closed. The small amount of moisture in my eyes rolled down my cheeks, collecting on his thumbs. I found myself mimicking the motion of his lips, tilting my head by a few degrees.

Every sense of mine felt elevated. My cheeks felt like fire under his touch. The gentle scrape of his stubble against my chin. The taste and softness of his lips. The feeling of his flannel shirt as i slid my hands up to his shoulders.

He was the one to pull away first, and I almost fell forward as I tried to catch my breath. I felt his forehead press against mine as he tried to do the same.

“‘M sorry… if I went too… far,” he panted, leaning back. I felt myself lean forward, as if my body was somehow tied to his. I even felt a pang of loneliness as he parted from me.

I slowly opened my eyes, and when I looked up into his, grey with flecks of blue and green that were almost obliterated by the dilation of his pupils, it finally hit me that nothing was going to ever be the same again.

And I was fine with it.

I shook my head. “No, you didn’t go too far. You didn’t go too far at all,” I babbled almost incoherently. “In fact, you didn’t go far enough.”

The dumbfounded look in his eyes almost made me laugh, killing the moment, but then his lips were crashing back onto mine again, and that chuckle quickly turned into a sigh.

Absolutely fine with it.

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

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