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hi! im boo :) check pinned post for all the info you need!

[boomenz]

welcome to boomenz <3

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hello!!

my name is boo and my pronouns are she/they! im 21 years old & im from wales!

im audhd, so neurodivergence & mental health will be the main theme (or at least there will be a lot of subtleties) in many of my fics :)

while i enjoy writing, im not very confident in my work, so criticism and tips are welcome! just dont be an ass.

if you notice any typos, please reply to the fic to let me know so i can fix it asap!

also, if you have any questions about the themes i write about or what inspired me to write certain fics, please feel free to send an ask! i am open to answering any questions that anyone has, so seriously please dont be afraid to ask!!

[boomenz]

so tempted to make an obsession inspired fic but i want it to be so mind fuckingly crazy i need to put a million years of thought, backstory and details into it and i can barely wrtie the fics i have rn LMAOO

[boomenz]

happy pride month, queenz!! especially caleb shomo :)

didnt write on the weekend as i had a migraine (☹️) but ill try to do some writing this week! thank you for still loving my stuff even if im not writing anything new just yet<3

[boomenz]

i think my two month long depressive episode is finally ending. feeling pretty good, might even finally open my google docs

[r3prise]

can we just take a moment to appreciate our favorite fic writers?

A majority of them tend to be very busy and can still form a draft, write, edit, post.

For us

So thank you, for taking time out of your day just to post.

You're loved by us all <3

(tag your favorite fic writers 🤍)

@nefugus, @ami-gami, @runningincircl3s, @concretejunglefm, @bartxnhood, @badomensspecter, @flowery-mess, @fadingintothegrey, @slutomens, @givemesomethingbeautiful, @badlandsomens, @darksigns-exe, @fear-its-beauty, @malice-ov-mercy, @nogoodsailors, @mrslumi, @noahslutbastian, @mireoftruth, @broken0mens,@somebodyels3, @paradiiddle, @thisiswhereiwrite, @ladyveronikawrites, @artificialbreezy, @xmads-omensx, @concreteangel92 <3

[concretejunglefm]

tysm 🥺 it means so much to see so many wonderful writers and be included 💕

i wanna mention a few others who inspire me and i love to see <3 @madamaaubergine @floodflameschosen @fadingangelwisp @dollieomens @jestersnotebook @dodgersnotebook @darksigns-exe @mothmanenthusiasts @masked-omen @ladyveronikawrites @boomenz @gh0stlyspecter @dead-astrid @vanishxcanvas @ripleyism @fuck1ng-queen @lostinthemelody @m0thmansdad @buttercupbabyyy @lilgarbitch

[boomenz]

i hit 200 followers and i didnt even realise! not sure when that happened, vut thank you all for your support, youre angels :) <3

[boomenz]

drumstick punishment is now a nick fic, if anyone would like to go back and give it another read :)

[boomenz]

hi, my loves! i just wanted to write a post to let you know that i will not be posting a fic tomorrow. the past two weeks have been pretty tough mentally, so ive not written or even opened google docs (apart from the fic last week. that is literally it).

also, in the past week, some allegations have come out against matt which have brought back a few unpleasant memories. both the memories resurfacing and the allegations themselves have severely demotivated me.

i will be replacing his name in any fic that mentions him, and switching out the names in fics i have written for him as i no longer feel comfortable have any mention of him in my fics or blog (apart from this post).

i will try my best to get something written for later in the week, but if i dont then posting will (hopefully) continue as normal next week.

fuck abusers, believe victims!

lots of love, boo <3

[boomenz]

realised right as i was updating my masterlist that i messed up the (swedish) title of the jolly birthday fic. if you see the mistake in a reblog please or noticed it the ffirst time just know that i will forever be annoyed

[boomenz]

always

『 nicholas comforting a depressed reader 』

- pairing(s): bf!nicholas x depressed reader

- content: angst, nicholas is so sweet and patient

- warning: mentions of a near relapse (SH), poor mental health, use of the words blade & cut

- wc: 904

a/n; found this deep in a google doc. its been in my drafts for a while, so i hope you enjoy :) 

also, if there are any mistakes i missed while proofreading, its because i rushed (sorry)

You weren't show how long you were sat in the corner of your bathroom, or how you even ended up there in the first place.

You sat mindlessly on the cold tiles, head resting against the wooden cabinet beside you. Your hands rested on your knees, your right holding a small, sharp blade.

The razor in your hand remained unused. Where it came from, you had no idea—you got rid of them all the last time, yet you still managed to find one laying around.

Your boyfriend, Nicholas, was at a recording studio with his band. He kept his phone on silent, but told you that you could text him any time, about anything. Yet, even though your struggles were creeping up on you, you didn't want to bother him.

The thoughts running through your brain remained empty, but they blocked out the world around you. That's why you didn't hear the front door opening, or the footsteps coming the stairs as your boyfriend called out your name, or even the sound of the door opening as he finally found where you were.

Nicholas opened the door to see you curled up in a ball, sleeves rolled up, before noticing the small blade in your hand. He did a quick scan over you—there were no cuts or injuries, not that he could see, but he still panicked.

He knelt down, taking the razor out of your hand and putting it out of reach before sitting next to you. At first, he didn't say a word. 

You glance over at him as soon as you realise he's there, then look back at your own feet. 

"Are you okay?" he rests his hand on yours as he speaks, his voice quiet to not overwhelm you.

You don't know what to say to him, feeling as if you'd betrayed the promise to him you made long ago. He asks again but this time, you tear up, afraid to admit what you were about to do.

"Oh, baby." he coos, pulling you close to his chest as his other hand rests in your hair. 

You mumble a response, but he can't hear it.

"What's that?" he asks, leaning back just enough so you can speak.

"I'm sorry." you sniffle, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

"For what?" his concern more apparent with each word. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No, I didn't." you repeat. "I really didn't. I've just… I've struggled so much recently."

He pulls you back against his chest "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really." you answer, shaking your head slightly. "But it's been so bad I… I've been thinking about relapsing. I nearly did."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was scared." you answer, your voice getting sadder. "I was so, so scared that you'd think there's something wrong with me, or that I'm broken."

"There's nothing wrong with you, and you're not broken." his voice softens. "Needing help doesn't mean any of that, it just means you're human. Can I help you?"

"Please." you answer, breaking out into quiet sobs.

"I'm gonna run you a bubble bath, okay?" he squeezes you tighter. "Put all your favourite scents in it, maybe even a glittery bath bomb. Would you like that?"

Like before, you don't say anything, the feeling of betraying him overwhelming you. You nod, but neither of you move straight away. He holds you until you calm down, making sure that your breathing steadies before leaving a small kiss to your head.

When he gets up to run your bath, he lets you sit there in silence, knowing that's what you need in that moment. As the bath finishes, he helps you undress, before helping you get into the bath.

He puts on your favourite quiet music, making sure you're relaxed and comfortable before going to make you a hot chocolate with some whipped cream on top. Of course, though, he doesn't forget to get rid of the blade—he hides it deep in the bin, making sure that you're unable to find it afterwards.

He sets the hot chocolate on the corner of the bath, before sitting on the floor beside you. He sat there mostly in silence, only talking if you wanted to talk first. But your insecurity slips back in, so he reassures you once more.

"I love you so much." he reminds you, his voice the same comforting tone as before. "Your family, friends, the cats—they all do. You are so important to each and every one of them, in so many different ways. And you're not broken, I will never think that. You are perfect to me just the way you are."

"But I'm too much, Nick." you argue. "I'm too much for you."

"You are not too much, baby." he leans up, brushing a hair behind your ear. "I love helping you. I always will, whenever you need it. You're my everything, and I wouldn't trade you for the world. I will never stop loving you, okay?"

You nod in response, a small tear falling from your eye.

His finger moves to beneath your chin, lifting it slightly "Hey, I mean it."

"I know." you breath in slow, trying your best to hold back anymore tears. "I love you too, Nick. Thank you for helping me.

"Like I said" he pauses, leaving a small kiss on your nose. "Always."

a/n; i know posted this two minutes late. Do Not talk about it.

not sure how i feel about this one but when i was going through my drafts trying to decide what to write, my brain got stuck on this one and refused to write any of the others. its not a fic i originally intended on posting as it was drafted as a quick little rant a while back. 

if you have read this far and are struggling, i am here for you <3 i may not be a therapist and i may be shit with my words, but if you ever need a friend to talk to (not about your struggles, but a fun topic you like as a distraction) i will be here! 

i love you all so much, thank you for reading <3

taglist; @concretejunglefm, @renegadebirch, @ami-gami, @lacy1986, @kenjipepsi1, @pipidoll, @sallyba3, @saythatuwill, @sleepycactus-omens, @thalhyia, @death-ofpeace-ofmind

[boomenz]

i have two hours to write this rnadom angst draft i found in one of my google docs... chat can i do it

[boomenz]

havent written at all this week so i was gonna write today but then i got invited to a musical so im gonna have to do it all tomorrow

[boomenz]

födelsedagen

『 grattis på födelsedagen, jolly<3 』 

- pairing(s): fiancé!jolly x reader

- content: soft fluff, implied smut at the end 

- warning: implied smut and (probably) poor use of the swedish language

- wc: 1k

a/n; a little birthday fic for jolly! translations/notes are at the end :>

also i finished this at 2am, so please excuse the potential spelling mistakes

Your fiancé, Jolly, was upstairs in bed—still asleep—as you hurried about the kitchen. 

Today was his birthday, and you planned for weeks on how you could make it special. He couldn't get a flight home like he usually did on his birthday, so you decided to bring 'home' to him—a Swedish dish for every meal, and his favourite cake that his parents would make for him every year.

The kitchen sat a mess as you prepared the batter for a pannkakstårta—a stack of thin pancakes with cream cheese and strawberries between each layer, and with more cream cheese and blueberries on top. 

After battling with the frying pan and nearly burning yourself a few times, you finally finished the pannkakstårta. You made sure to cut him a slice, before taking the plate up to where he still lay snoring.

"Hey, baby?" you whisper, a thumb gently rubbing his cheek. 

He stirred a little, his eyes slowly opening as his voice comes out a little rough "Hello?"

"Hi." you smile, watching as he props himself up against the headboard. "Good morning."

"Mornin' to you too, min älskling." he returns a smile, before glancing at your plate in your hands. "Oh, what is this?"

"Oh, it's uh…" you pause for a moment, pulling your phone from your pocket before reading the name. "pann… kak… stårta?"

"Oh, right." he smiles to himself, holding back a laugh. 

"Was my pronunciation that bad?"

"A little." he chuckles. "Can I try some?"

You pass him the plate, before sitting on the edge of the bed as you watch him take a bite. His eyes light up a little, before a small satisfied sound leaves his mouth. He devours the pannkakstårta quickly, thanking you for the effort before forcing you to stay in bed with him as you watch an episode of your favourite reality show.

When lunch time rolls around, you have yet another Swedish meal surprise—a large snack board with knäckebröd in the centre, and a variety of toppings including sliced ham, cucumber, lingonberry jam, and more around the edges of the board.

Fresh out of the shower, Jolly comes down the stairs to the lunch spread on the table. A smile grows on his face as he walks up to you, surrounding you with a hug as he whispers many thank yous in your ear.

The two of you talk as you eat, recollecting birthday memories from your lives back at your home countries, as well as the best and worst gifts you've received from the people around you. After you both finish eating, he tries to help you clean up but you tell him no, making him sit down and rest.

For dinner, you decided to cook him one of his favourite dishes—köttbullar, which he taught you how to make within the first week of you two dating. You caught your fiancé trying to sneak into the kitchen multiple times for a secret taste, but shoo him away each time. 

The plates get loaded with the meatballs and a large serving of mash, with a pot of gravy and a jar of lingonberry jam on the side. As soon as you call him over, Jolly rushes to the dining table, excited to eat the meal you prepared for him.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, the only sound being your forks as they hit the plate. 

"That good, baby?" you look up at him, pausing your eating as you wait for his reply.

"You don't understand." he shakes his head, his face serious as he takes another bite. "I missed this so much.

"Jolly, we had this last week."

"I still missed it." he pouts, before changing the topic to something that happened over his recent tour.

After finishing your food, you excuse yourself from the table under the guise of washing the dishes. However, you return to the table just a minute later with a plate full of kärleksmums, cut into small heart shapes.

Jolly glances up at you as you make your way to the table, his eyes immediately landing on the pate in your hand, filled with one of his favourite cakes.

"You made them?" he took the plate from your hands as you sat opposite him.

"Of course I did." you smile, reaching your hand out to his. "I called your mum to get the recipe, so it's the real deal."

"I love you, älskling." he picks up one of the kärleksmums, before taking a small bite. "Oh my god."

"Did I do alright?" 

"Incredible." he answers, before giving you one to try for yourself. "Try it."

Taking a small bite, you let out a small hum. You finish eating your piece, before going up into your home office to get the birthday gifts you hid from him. You then come back to the table, plopping the gifts in front of him.

"Thank you, min älskling." he smiles, picking up the biggest of the three.

"No problem, my love." you sit on the chair next to him, watching intently as he opens the first gift—a nerdy, video-game-inspired music book that Noah and Nicholas helped you find.

He flicks through the book for a moment, pointing out his favourite pages before moving on to the next gift. He unwraps a small candle with his favourite scent, which you had to buy in secret while shopping at a local gift store you both went to together. After setting the candle aside he moves onto the last of the gifts, opening a small, dark crotcheted beanie.

"I love it, thank you." he leaves a small kiss on your forehead, before sliding the beanie onto his head.

"I'm glad, baby. It looks good." you think for a moment, before saying your next words slowly. "Grattis på födelsedagen!"

"Please stop speaking Swedish."

"I wasn't that bad." you scoff.

"You were." he replies, giving you a strange look.

"Then teach me!"

"You are…" he pauses, letting out a soft huff. "too far gone."

"Oh, fuck you." you roll your eyes.

Afterwards, after finally convincing him to one day teach you Swedish, you lured him back up to the bedroom for one last surprise—an emerald green lace lingerie set, that showed itself as you slowly took off your clothes. His jaw dropped at the sight in front of him, and so did his pants.

a/n; i hope jolly is having an awesome birthday rn, wherever he may be (in my pocket)

a few translations;

grattis på födelsedagen - happy birthday

födelsedag - birthday

min älskling - my darling

also some notes/links about the foods talked about in the fic;

pannkakstårta

knäckebröd - found it on a random website list (don't remember where, sorry) but its basically cracker breads (which are goated)

köttbullar (swedish meatballs) - cant remember where i found the name, but think 'the meal that everyone gets when they go to ikea.' amazing. incredible. 10/10

kärleksmums

also!! before i go!! ive been slowly working on part three for the stalked (noah) series!! not sure when ill finish it, but i think its gonna be a long one (save me)

anyways, enough yappin. i love you all sm, thank you for reading <3

taglist; @concretejunglefm, @renegadebirch, @ami-gami, @lacy1986, @kenjipepsi1, @pipidoll, @sallyba3, @saythatuwill, @sleepycactus-omens, @thalhyia, @death-ofpeace-ofmind

[ami-gami]

This was so so sweet I loved it!!!

"Please stop speaking Swedish."

Also hsbdhsjsjdhd he's so funny :3

[boomenz]

thank you ami!! 🥹🖤

[boomenz]

födelsedag

『 grattis på födelsedagen, jolly<3 』 

- pairing(s): fiancé!jolly x reader

- content: soft fluff, implied smut at the end 

- warning: implied smut and (probably) poor use of the swedish language

- wc: 1k

a/n; a little birthday fic for jolly! translations/notes are at the end :>

also i finished this at 2am, so please excuse the potential spelling mistakes

Your fiancé, Jolly, was upstairs in bed—still asleep—as you hurried about the kitchen. 

Today was his birthday, and you planned for weeks on how you could make it special. He couldn't get a flight home like he usually did on his birthday, so you decided to bring 'home' to him—a Swedish dish for every meal, and his favourite cake that his parents would make for him every year.

The kitchen sat a mess as you prepared the batter for a pannkakstårta—a stack of thin pancakes with cream cheese and strawberries between each layer, and with more cream cheese and blueberries on top. 

After battling with the frying pan and nearly burning yourself a few times, you finally finished the pannkakstårta. You made sure to cut him a slice, before taking the plate up to where he still lay snoring.

"Hey, baby?" you whisper, a thumb gently rubbing his cheek. 

He stirred a little, his eyes slowly opening as his voice comes out a little rough "Hello?"

"Hi." you smile, watching as he props himself up against the headboard. "Good morning."

"Mornin' to you too, min älskling." he returns a smile, before glancing at your plate in your hands. "Oh, what is this?"

"Oh, it's uh…" you pause for a moment, pulling your phone from your pocket before reading the name. "pann… kak… stårta?"

"Oh, right." he smiles to himself, holding back a laugh. 

"Was my pronunciation that bad?"

"A little." he chuckles. "Can I try some?"

You pass him the plate, before sitting on the edge of the bed as you watch him take a bite. His eyes light up a little, before a small satisfied sound leaves his mouth. He devours the pannkakstårta quickly, thanking you for the effort before forcing you to stay in bed with him as you watch an episode of your favourite reality show.

When lunch time rolls around, you have yet another Swedish meal surprise—a large snack board with knäckebröd in the centre, and a variety of toppings including sliced ham, cucumber, lingonberry jam, and more around the edges of the board.

Fresh out of the shower, Jolly comes down the stairs to the lunch spread on the table. A smile grows on his face as he walks up to you, surrounding you with a hug as he whispers many thank yous in your ear.

The two of you talk as you eat, recollecting birthday memories from your lives back at your home countries, as well as the best and worst gifts you've received from the people around you. After you both finish eating, he tries to help you clean up but you tell him no, making him sit down and rest.

For dinner, you decided to cook him one of his favourite dishes—köttbullar, which he taught you how to make within the first week of you two dating. You caught your fiancé trying to sneak into the kitchen multiple times for a secret taste, but shoo him away each time. 

The plates get loaded with the meatballs and a large serving of mash, with a pot of gravy and a jar of lingonberry jam on the side. As soon as you call him over, Jolly rushes to the dining table, excited to eat the meal you prepared for him.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, the only sound being your forks as they hit the plate. 

"That good, baby?" you look up at him, pausing your eating as you wait for his reply.

"You don't understand." he shakes his head, his face serious as he takes another bite. "I missed this so much.

"Jolly, we had this last week."

"I still missed it." he pouts, before changing the topic to something that happened over his recent tour.

After finishing your food, you excuse yourself from the table under the guise of washing the dishes. However, you return to the table just a minute later with a plate full of kärleksmums, cut into small heart shapes.

Jolly glances up at you as you make your way to the table, his eyes immediately landing on the pate in your hand, filled with one of his favourite cakes.

"You made them?" he took the plate from your hands as you sat opposite him.

"Of course I did." you smile, reaching your hand out to his. "I called your mum to get the recipe, so it's the real deal."

"I love you, älskling." he picks up one of the kärleksmums, before taking a small bite. "Oh my god."

"Did I do alright?" 

"Incredible." he answers, before giving you one to try for yourself. "Try it."

Taking a small bite, you let out a small hum. You finish eating your piece, before going up into your home office to get the birthday gifts you hid from him. You then come back to the table, plopping the gifts in front of him.

"Thank you, min älskling." he smiles, picking up the biggest of the three.

"No problem, my love." you sit on the chair next to him, watching intently as he opens the first gift—a nerdy, video-game-inspired music book that Noah and Nicholas helped you find.

He flicks through the book for a moment, pointing out his favourite pages before moving on to the next gift. He unwraps a small candle with his favourite scent, which you had to buy in secret while shopping at a local gift store you both went to together. After setting the candle aside he moves onto the last of the gifts, opening a small, dark crotcheted beanie.

"I love it, thank you." he leaves a small kiss on your forehead, before sliding the beanie onto his head.

"I'm glad, baby. It looks good." you think for a moment, before saying your next words slowly. "Grattis på födelsedagen!"

"Please stop speaking Swedish."

"I wasn't that bad." you scoff.

"You were." he replies, giving you a strange look.

"Then teach me!"

"You are…" he pauses, letting out a soft huff. "too far gone."

"Oh, fuck you." you roll your eyes.

Afterwards, after finally convincing him to one day teach you Swedish, you lured him back up to the bedroom for one last surprise—an emerald green lace lingerie set, that showed itself as you slowly took off your clothes. His jaw dropped at the sight in front of him, and so did his pants.

a/n; i hope jolly is having an awesome birthday rn, wherever he may be (in my pocket)

a few translations;

grattis på födelsedagen - happy birthday

födelsedag - birthday

min älskling - my darling

also some notes/links about the foods talked about in the fic;

pannkakstårta

knäckebröd - found it on a random website list (don't remember where, sorry) but its basically cracker breads (which are goated)

köttbullar (swedish meatballs) - cant remember where i found the name, but think 'the meal that everyone gets when they go to ikea.' amazing. incredible. 10/10

kärleksmums

also!! before i go!! ive been slowly working on part three for the stalked (noah) series!! not sure when ill finish it, but i think its gonna be a long one (save me)

anyways, enough yappin. i love you all sm, thank you for reading <3

taglist; @concretejunglefm, @renegadebirch, @ami-gami, @lacy1986, @kenjipepsi1, @pipidoll, @sallyba3, @saythatuwill, @sleepycactus-omens, @thalhyia, @death-ofpeace-ofmind

[boomenz]

im back doing my bullshit again (scheduling shit at 2am)

[ruffilokisses]

TW: mentions of self harm, suicide, home life problems, stalking(?).

it has come to my attention that an old friend has joined bad omens tumblr and I’d just like to make people aware of the person they really are. They are going my the username of @/bbimabadidea I am unsure of which pronouns they use nowadays so for now I’ll use gender neutral ones, since I am not looking for any drama or upset I just feel people need to know what this person is actually like. Please take the time to read 🤍

I met this person at a bad omens concert not too long ago and while they seemed nice at the time, after a few months of talking online their true colours showed. They would message me almost everyday and tell me about their home situation and how it wasn’t the best and how it made them want to k*ll themselves. They would constantly talk to me and say things like “it would be so much better if I wasn’t here” “I wish I didn’t exist” “I want to just sleep forever” “it’s okay, you knew a life before me and you’ll be able to move on”. As you can imagine this is very distressing, especially when it is a daily occurrence and we were long distance so for me to be supportive I had to stay up at night until around 6am to talk to them just to make sure they didn’t do anything. However a few of my other friend (who they also met at the omens gig) all collectively wanted to help and through a long conversation that ended up turning into an argument and us falling out, it turns out that this person was lying and “never meant any of it”. This person is an attention seeker, and will pry off the kindness of others. I tried my best to be this persons friend and be supportive of them but eventually cracks within stories began to show and things didn’t add up, which is why me and my friend has the big conversation and sort of confronted them about it all, to which the truth came out. This person also, I believe, is a pathological liar. They would tell me a lot of things which turned out never to be true. While trying to be supportive of them, no advice I gave or anything I said was the right answer and this person never actually wanted the help, which they admitted to. They admitted that they were just saying things and never meant any of it, however they never told me this until the large argument which made us fall out therefore I was of course very worried about my friend across the world hurting themselves and potentially ending their own life every day. This is a very distressing topic for me since I have lost family members to s*icide yet not once did this person ask me if it was okay to talk about these things, never checked in on my side of things, never thought about how it would make me feel and quite frankly I believe it is because this person is an attention seeker like I say, they love the attention they get and do not care about others feelings. It was an incredibly tough time they put me through since I already have / had a lot on my plate with being in university studying a harsh degree and my own problems such at home problems and mental health problems. Please know I did my best for this person but this person is twisted and mean and cruel and it truly broke my heart to realise this about someone I saw as a good friend. I tried to be there for them but I have my own personal boundaries, which they crossed numerous times however they put me in such a tough situation where I genuinely believed they were going to end their own life so I felt I could not say during the time, I don’t want to have this conversation anymore since that would make me feel like a horrible person and friend - to abandon someone while they’re (what I thought) reaching out for help, I couldn’t do it. I’d like to also mention, just to be safe, me and my friends noticed gaps within stories they told us and made us have the impression that they were actually stalking a guy they were talking to. They turned up to this guys place of work purely just to see him, which could be harmless however I believe this guy made it very clear he wasn’t interested since he would have this person left on delivered for numerous weeks / months so this is when this person turned up at his work just to see him - which happened a few times. Again I am not sure if this is classed as stalking but I do think it is a little creepy. I understand how much this person was interested in this guy however I think going out of your way to find someone at their place of work just to see them and do this numerous times is a little odd.

HOWEVER AGAIN - I do not know anymore what was true and what wasn’t, since this person is a pathological liar it leaves me second guessing everything they said.

Please understand, I am not wanting drama, upset or “beef” I simply want people to be aware of this person and their true colours so they do not put others through what they put me and my friends through. I am not one for online dramas however this person isn’t the kindest and I would hate for others to be in this situation.

If anyone has any problems, please feel free to DM me.

Thank you for your time and for reading this,

Shayla (@ruffilokisses) 🤍

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please read this if you’re on the noah/bad omens side of tumblr! 🫶 like shayla said, it’s not to cause drama, we just want everyone to be aware of what this person is like so this doesn’t happen to anybody else <3

[boomenz]

sleepy

"Good thoughts don't keep you up this late."

- pairing(s): noah x sleepy nd!reader

- content: a mix of fluff and a little angst, noah is an absolute angel

- warning: hints to poor mental health, but nothing major or direct

- wc: 602

a/n; based on this soft thot that i posted last week. i couldnt get the words for the original one-shot right i planned for at the time so i turned it into soft thots. i think i have what i originally wanted now tho, so here you go! hope you enjoy :)

"Hey, Noah?"

You whisper into the dark room, but for a second, he doesn't respond. Fearing that he's still asleep– still catching up on what he lost during the tour– you turn around to walk away. But a quiet voice calling you back catches your attention, so you stay.

"y/n?" his voice is low, as if he just woke up. "You okay?"

"I can't sleep." you answer.

"Come here."

The room is dark, but you can see him motioning you closer. You walk in, making your way to the empty side of the bed before climbing under the covers he held open for you.

"What's goin' on, hm?" he holds you close, a finger starting to trail a light pattern on your shoulder.

"My brain's too…" you pause for a second, trying to think of the right words to describe how you're feeling. "busy. Too much going on."

"Good or bad?"

"Hm?" you turn your head up to look at him, missing what he said as another thought whizzes around in your head.

"Are they good or bad?" he repeats, brushing a fallen hair behind your ear. "How do they make you feel?"

"I don't know." you huff gently, turning your head back down as you look to the foot of the bed. "There's too many of them, all at once. I can't tell what they are."

"Well, it must be bad if it keeps you up." he hums, his hand continuing to trace light patterns on your shoulder. "Good thoughts don't keep you up this late."

You want to respond– to tell him he's right, or wrong– but truthfully, you had no idea. All you could do was take his word for it, and just hope that he's right.

"Oh."

"Do you need a distraction, or do you wanna sleep?" he moves away a little, gauging your reaction as you think of what to say.

"That would be nice." your voice is quiet as you answer. "The distraction, I mean. It'll take my mind off things."

"Okay." he nods, bringing you close to him again. "Do you want to talk? Would that help?"

"It'd make it worse." you shake your head. "I don't even know what I would say."

"Do you want me to talk?"

You look up at him, then look away again, before giving a small 'yes'.

He talks about the recent tour– the late night shenanigans on the bus, the times caleb joined him on stage, and the sheer amount of drumsticks Folio went through (and how much that cost them).

As the rambling continued on, his words began to fade– not because you were losing your concentration or began to dissociate, but the quietness of your mind slowly crept, the sleep following not long after.

Noah got halfway through his story about how someone scared him with President's stage mask before finally realising you were asleep– the tired weight of your body on his, and the quiet snores coming from you becoming more apparent.

He leant down, giving a small kiss to your forehead as he wished you a goodnight, before cuddling in closer to get some sleep of his own. 

Despite the disturbance in the middle of the night, he did not mind helping you sleep. To others, the consistency would annoy them– this occurred almost every night, and started so long ago that neither of you remember how it even began. But to him, it meant the world to help you get some sleep, even at the sacrifice of his own. Even if you weren't 'together', he'd do everything he could to help you.

a/n; even after knowing what i wanted to write for this, it was still kinda hard </3

the 'boo writes noah hopelessly in love with reader even though theyre not together' schtick returns. i couldnt help myself with this one. i dont know what it is about writing fics where noah is like this, but i think i like watching a guy yearn >:) (although, maybe the kiss on the forehead was a little direct? or maybe theyre just very affectionate friends? idk bro. i know as much as you guys do, despite the fact i wrote this)

also!! tomodachi life living the dream is hilarious! i still need to transfer my pics/vids to my laptop (im being really lazy about it rn). i cant wait to show you when i (eventually) do that!!

anyways, not much yap for this week because i dont have much going on. i love you all so much, thank you for reading <33

taglist; @xmads-omensx, @alwaysfightforwhoyouare, @hannahvanvelzor, @concretejunglefm, @renegadebirch, @ami-gami, @lacy1986, @kenjipepsi1, @pipidoll, @sallyba3, @saythatuwill, @sleepycactus-omens, @thalhyia, @death-ofpeace-ofmind

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They’re so cute 😭😭😭😭

[boomenz]

thank you mads🥺🥺