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21 - autistic - she/they i dont know what im doing fic blog; @boomenz

[oobleoob]

hiii!!!!

my name is boo & im 21 years old :)

my fic blog is @boomenz - if you like bad omens fanfic, go check it out!

i love metal, pop punk, kpop, gaming n cats [including hello kitty obv] so if u wanna talk abt those things id be happy to :3

my fav bands rn are bad omens, bilmuri, babymetal & neck deep

dont be afraid to message me if u wanna be friends <3

[also im autistic, so be cool!]

[peskyfirefly]

ur girlfriend/boyfriend should NOT be ur first priority... ur first priority should ALWAYS be me, ur tumblr mutual

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lexi have u seen the video of noahs eyes lighting up when someone in the crowd barked at him... i havent stopped thinking abojt it im actually going insane

Boo!! 💕 I have, I love it and tbh two thoughts come to mind.

The first would be you surprising him at a show: noah has begged and begged and begged for you to come to just one show, this show, please (pretty please?) but you decline because you’re busy, making up some excuse, only to later turn up in the pit because you’ve secretly decided to surprise him. When you bark and it gets his attention, the second his eyes fall on you, he knows it’s you and simply lights up.

My second thought is the cliche wattpad route: you get his attention as an absolute stranger who barks for a laugh (or maybe on a dare from your group of friends) and it’s enough to make him not only light up but laugh, too. He gets a good chuckle out of it, and suddenly, afterward, he finds his gaze drifting back to you repeatedly for the rest of the set.

Then the house lights come on, and he’s veering in your direction with a setlist, gesturing for you to catch it, praying and hoping you do because he’s added a little message to yours: Wait at the barricade until everyone else has gone. Either you’re about to completely humiliate yourself and get embarrassed by some hot band dude, or you’re about to have the wildest story to tell.

It turns out to be the latter when, after the crowd has completely dwindled down to barely anyone, Noah returns to the barricade to not only introduce himself but ask if you and your friends want to come hang out and chill. You say yes, maybe embarrassingly fast, but the next thing you know, security is helping your friends over the barricade while Noah reaches out to help you climb over like a gentleman 🤭

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bodyguard!noah and his colleague/employee folio 👀

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munch noah, munch folio, but what about munch ruffilo, who takes his time when it comes to eating you out? he treats it like a fine dining experience: a little taster first (gentle kisses) before diving in to devour every bit, savouring every flavour (sucking on your clit), and even when he’s satiated and you’ve already cum, he never skips dessert (licking you clean and making you cum again).

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credit: @/pxisonedyxuth on twt

[dethronedisms]

"There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but see that one right there? That's the one I want." ( SOURCE )

[inthedarkofmyroom]

[httpconcrete]

BAD DESIRE - Chapter 15

summary: Just when Bad Omens loses their bassist due to health issues, Noah receives an audition tape that feels almost like an angel sent from heaven to save the production of their second album. However, even though it solves the problem of losing a member, Noah finds himself having a hard time concentrating when his newfound angel stands so close to him all the time.

Author's note: none

Chapter warning: smut, unprotected p in v, stalker mention.

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The phone slipped from your fingers and clattered onto the mattress.  

Noah’s arm tightened around you instantly, his body shifting from sleepy warmth to alert tension in a single heartbeat. “Angel?” His voice was gravel-rough from sleep, but the concern cut through sharp and immediate. “What is it?”

You couldn’t answer. Your lungs had forgotten how to work. The words on the screen burned behind your eyelids even after you squeezed them shut.

You always did like them tall and broken…

The black one with the little rip in the left sleeve…

You cried in it the night you begged me not to leave.

Ethan.  

It had always been Ethan.  

The faceless black profile pictures, the coffee shop comment, the way the messages knew exactly where to twist the knife; every detail clicked into place with sickening clarity. 

Your ex. 

The one who had shattered picture frames and left bruises on your wrists and worse ones on your soul. The one you’d run from years before Bad Omens, before Noah, before any of this. You thought you’d buried him with the rest of your old life.

Apparently he’d been digging.

Noah sat up, the sheet pooling around his waist as he grabbed the phone. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t. Your hands were shaking too hard to hold anything.

You watched his face as he read. Watched the color drain from it. Watched his jaw lock so tight you heard the faint click of his teeth. His free hand found yours, gripping hard like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“Who the fuck is this?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. The same tone he used right before he stepped to the mic and screamed his lungs raw.

You swallowed. It felt like glass. “Ethan.”

Noah’s eyes snapped to yours. “Your ex?”

You nodded once, barely. The room felt too small. The air too thick. Harper’s distant nails clicking on the hardwood downstairs might as well have been gunshots.

Noah exhaled through his nose, the sound shaky with barely contained rage. He set the phone down carefully; like if he moved too fast he might throw it through the window, then pulled you into his chest. Both arms locked around you, one hand cradling the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your messy hair.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered against your temple, the same words he’d repeated like a prayer last night. “He can’t touch you. Not while I’m breathing.”

You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to. But the memories were already flooding in… Ethan’s cold laugh, the way he’d grab your arm hard enough to leave fingerprints, the nights you’d cried into that stupid black hoodie after he’d torn you down again and again until you believed you deserved it.

“I thought he was gone,” you choked out against Noah’s skin. “I blocked him everywhere. Changed numbers. Moved cities. I-”

“Hey. Hey.” Noah pulled back just enough to cup your face, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn’t realized were falling. His boba eyes were fierce, protective, and a little wild. “This ends now. We tell the guys. We tell management. We get the police involved if we have to. He’s not some anonymous troll anymore. He just handed us his name on a silver platter like a fucking idiot.”

You let out a watery laugh that sounded more like a sob. “He always thought he was smarter than everyone else.”

Noah’s expression darkened. “He’s about to find out how wrong he is.”

Downstairs, the kitchen felt like a war room.

Jolly was already making coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Folio paced like a caged animal, cracking his knuckles every few seconds. Nick sat at the island, laptop open, fingers flying across the keys as he pulled up old emails and screenshots. Even Jesse had been woken up by the group chat explosion and was on speakerphone from wherever ERRA was currently parked.

You sat on the counter in Noah’s hoodie, legs swinging nervously while Noah stood between them like a shield, his back facing you, one hand resting possessively on your thigh while yours hugged his waist and your chin rested on his shoulder.

“So this Ethan guy,” Folio said, voice tight, “he’s been stalking her for months? Sending that creepy shit?”

“Looks like it,” Nick answered without looking up. “He’s a fucking crazy man.”

Your stomach dropped.

Noah’s hand tightened on your leg. “We’re not waiting for him to escalate. I already forwarded everything to management and our lawyer. They’re filing reports today.”

Jolly slid a mug of coffee into your hands, eyes soft despite the tension in his jaw. “You okay, kid?”

You shrugged, the motion small. “I will be. I just… I hate that he’s still in my life. Even like this.”

“He won’t be for long,” Noah said quietly, turning to face you. The promise in his voice was steel wrapped in velvet. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, right there in front of everyone. No hiding anymore. Not from this.

Folio stopped pacing long enough to grin, sharp and feral. “Can I hit him? Just once? For the team?”

“Get in line,” Noah muttered.

Jesse’s voice crackled through the speaker. “I’m serious about flying back if you need muscle. We’ve got your back, Y/N.”

Emotion clogged your throat. This ridiculous, loud, beautiful found family had closed ranks around you without hesitation. You looked at each of them, your bandmates, your brothers, and felt something steady click back into place inside your chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Noah’s hand slid up to the small of your back, warm and grounding. “We’re doing this together. All of us.”

Later that afternoon you found yourself back in the studio, bass in your lap, trying to lose yourself in the music while the guys handled calls and reports in the other room. Noah had wanted you to stay glued to his side, but you’d insisted on at least attempting normalcy. The new track, dark, heavy, crawling, fit your mood perfectly.

You’d just nailed a particularly nasty riff when the studio door opened.

Noah stepped in, closing it softly behind him. His shoulders were tense, but his eyes softened the second they landed on you.

“They’re on it,” he said, crossing the room. “Police report filed. Restraining order in motion. Management is looping in venue security for the upcoming shows.”

You set the bass aside and stood. He met you halfway, arms wrapping around you like he’d been waiting hours instead of minutes.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with him at all,” he murmured into your hair. “Past or present.”

You pressed your face into his chest, breathing him in. “I’m sorry I let the DMs get to me last night. I should’ve-”

“No.” He pulled back, tilting your chin up. “No more sorrys for things that aren’t your fault. He’s the monster here. Not you. Never you.”

The kiss that followed was slow, deep, and full of quiet reverence. Not the desperate, angry kind from the studio couch weeks ago, but something steadier. Something healing. His hands cradled your face like you were something sacred. You melted into it, fingers curling into his shirt.

When you broke apart, foreheads still touching, you whispered, “One day at a time, right?”

Noah smiled, small, genuine, the one that made his eyes crinkle. “Yeah. And today, that means locking the door, turning off our phones, and letting me remind you exactly how safe you are with me.”

You laughed softly, the sound watery but real, side-eyeing the skeleton toy in the corner. “Kevin’s gonna judge us.”

“Let him. He’s seen worse.”

Noah kissed you again, deeper this time, slow and deliberate, like he was sealing every promise he’d made into your skin. His hands stayed gentle as he walked you backward until your hips met the edge of the studio couch. The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of the mixing console and the faint afternoon light slipping through the blinds. It felt private. Sacred. Just the two of you and the low hum of unfinished music still playing softly through the monitors.

He broke the kiss only to rest his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered. “Anytime. I just want to make you feel safe. Feel good.”

You nodded, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “I trust you.”

That was all he needed.

Noah peeled your hoodie (his hoodie) over your head with reverent hands, letting it drop to the floor. His gaze traced over you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, eyes dark and soft at once. He kissed down your neck, slow open-mouthed presses that made your skin tingle, then lower across your collarbone as he unclasped your bra and slid it off. When his mouth closed over one nipple, warm and wet, you gasped, arching into him. He hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks straight between your legs, his tongue circling lazily while his hand cupped your other breast, thumb brushing the sensitive peak.

“Noah…” His name came out breathy, needy.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands sliding down your sides to hook into the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties. He looked up at you through his lashes as he tugged them down, kissing every inch of skin he revealed; your hip, the top of your thigh, the inside of your knee. When you were bare before him, he pressed his face against your stomach for a moment, just breathing you in, arms wrapped around your thighs like he never wanted to let go.

Then he guided you down onto the couch, spreading your legs with gentle hands. The first slow lick up your center pulled a broken moan from your throat. He took his time; long, flat strokes of his tongue, savoring you, groaning softly like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. When he circled your clit and sucked gently, two fingers sliding deep inside you and curling just right, your hips bucked.

“Fuck- Noah, that feels…” You couldn’t finish the sentence. He worked you open patiently, fingers thrusting slow and deep while his mouth worshipped your clit, building you higher with devastating precision. Your hand fisted in his hair, thighs trembling around his head. He didn’t rush you, just kept that steady rhythm until the pleasure crested and crashed over you. You came with a soft cry of his name, back arching, walls pulsing around his fingers as he licked you through every wave.

He stayed between your legs until you were boneless and whimpering, then kissed his way back up your body. When he reached your mouth you could taste yourself on his tongue. You tugged at his shirt desperately and he helped you pull it off, then shoved his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock. He was hard, thick, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking.

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly. Noah’s forehead dropped to your shoulder with a groan. “Angel… I need to be inside you.”

You guided him to your entrance, rubbing the head through your slick folds. He pushed in inch by inch, slow and careful, stretching you open until he was buried to the hilt. Both of you moaned at the feeling; full, connected, perfect. He stayed still for a long moment, trembling with restraint, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to yours.

“You feel like home,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Like everything I almost lost.”

Then he started to move.

Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Not fast, not punishing; just steady and intentional, like he was trying to memorize every second. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as you met his movements. His hands were everywhere, cupping your face, sliding down to grip your hip, thumb brushing your clit in tight circles that had you gasping into his mouth.

“Look at me,” he breathed. You did. His boba eyes were dark, glassy with emotion and pleasure, locked on yours like you were the only thing in his universe. “I love you. I’m never letting you go again.”

The words, the intensity of his gaze, the perfect drag of his cock inside you; it all sent you spiraling toward the edge again. You came hard around him, crying out his name, nails raking down his back. Noah groaned, hips stuttering as your walls clenched tight around him.

“Fuck- I’m close,” he panted. “Where-”

“Inside,” you gasped, legs tightening around him. “Please, Noah. Want to feel you.”

With a broken moan he thrust deep one last time and came, pulsing hot inside you, hips grinding against yours as he rode it out. He collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you, face buried in your neck as you both caught your breath.

For a long moment the only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint music still playing in the background. Noah eventually pulled out slowly, both of you hissing at the loss, then grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over you. He tugged you close, draping you across his chest so you could hear his heartbeat slowing beneath your ear. His fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns along your spine.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured again, lips brushing your temple. “Always.”

You pressed a soft kiss over his heart and let yourself believe it.

Later, tangled together under a blanket on the studio couch, Noah traced lazy patterns on your bare shoulder and whispered against your skin, “I’m never letting anyone hurt you again. Not him. Not the internet. Not even me.”

You believed him.

Outside, the world kept spinning; Ethan still breathing somewhere, the stalker account probably already plotting its next move. But in here, wrapped in Noah’s arms with the low hum of amplifiers and the distant laughter of your bandmates filtering through the walls, you felt something stronger than fear.

You felt home.

And for the first time in a long time, you weren’t going to let the darkness take it from you.

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[womanguy]

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

[wingkink]

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

[concretejunglefm]

a little fluffy comforting noah through a thunderstorm thing.

It’s 1am when the heat from the past few sweltering days finally breaks with a flash of lightning that illuminates the sky, and your bedroom. For a second, everything is lit bright and blinding before you’re plunged into darkness once more.

You count the seconds. One… two… thre—

A thunderous roar echoes in the distance, crawling closer, louder than the muffled rumbles that had previously stirred you awake.

A thunderstorm had been looming on the horizon, weather warnings already in place for the day ahead. They never phased you. If anything, you relished them, watching from the window with a thrill curling at the base of your skull with every crack of lightning splitting the sky, followed moments later by the roar of thunder. Sometimes it came loud and deafening, powerful enough to penetrate even closed windows. Other times, it softened into distant rumbles that faded with the passing of a brief storm.

Tonight, it’s the former.

The sound of thunder penetrates louder with your windows left open, and as you turn toward the window from where you lie in bed, listening to the rain striking against the pavement as the heavens finally open, Noah jolts awake beside you at the sudden gunshot-crack of thunder. Unlike you, he isn’t calm when it comes to thunderstorms, and being ripped so suddenly from sleep by one is enough to leave him visibly panicked and disoriented beside you.

Even in the dim illumination cast by the streetlights outside, you can make out the furrow of his brows when you turn to face him. Instinctively, he reaches for you like a safety blanket, your name spilling past his lips in nothing more than a rough croak as he desperately seeks reassurance.

Raising your hands, you cradle his face. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here. It’s just a little thunder.” Your voice softens as your thumb strokes against his cheek, and he melts into your touch like a cat seeking warmth and affection.

A moment later, your hand slips around to cradle the back of his head, gently guiding him down against your chest while you shift against your already squashed pillows to hold him comfortably.

“I thought this wasn’t until—”

Crack.

Another flash of lightning, followed by a booming roar, cuts him off, and you feel him tremble against you.

“Fuck,” he hisses beneath his breath, burying his face into your chest while your fingers comb soothingly through his hair.

“I guess it came early,” you murmur with a quiet laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

His fingers curl tightly into the fabric of your shirt, his arms winding around you as though the tighter he holds on, the safer he’ll be.

“It can’t hurt you, baby.”

All you get in response is a grunted acknowledgement that sounds closer to a disbelieving whine, because no matter how many times you’ve reassured him through past storms, it never quite settles the anxiety brewing while he waits for it to pass.

“Why don’t you put on that anime you’ve been watching?” you suggest, taking a different approach, hopeful that a distraction might help and keep him from spiralling into the catastrophising thoughts no doubt brewing in his mind.

“Okay…” Noah murmurs, his voice sounding so small compared to his overbearing size. Even as he shifts to reach for the TV remote he refuses to let go of you, one arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.

Another flash of lightning spills into the room, and Noah immediately tenses beside you. Your touch travels soothingly down his chest as he settles back against you after retrieving the remote.

“Here.” You gently take it from his hand, allowing him to return to his clingy form of self soothing.

The room is soon bathed in the glow of the TV light as you switch it on.

“Which one was it again?”

Opening Netflix, you scroll through the options before moving down to the ‘Continue Watching’ section just as Noah mumbles, “Naruto.”

You could roll your eyes at the amount of times he’s watched it already.

A small grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you hit play. The screen turns black before the familiar Netflix logo appears on the screen and the signature ta-dum sound suddenly blares through the room, causing Noah to flinch violently against you.

“Oh, baby, did that scare you?” Even though you try to hide it, amusement bleeds into your voice, earning a quiet chuckle from him in return.

“It caught me off guard. It was loud, okay?” he harrumphs, shaking his head before nestling his cheek against your chest again as he settles comfortably into place.

His attention eventually drifts toward the TV, growing quieter as the episode begins, while yours flickers between Noah and the bedroom window.

Outside, the night sky lights up intermittently, cracks of lightning branching across the darkness in jagged lines and fleeting shapes before vanishing just as quickly. At last, the cooling temperature begins to drift through the open window, no longer rendering your fan useless from doing nothing but blowing hot air around the room.

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Dangerous - A Nicholas Ruffilo Prequel

(So guys, this is going to be the start of my Bad Omens why choose fic! This is the first of two prequel stories I am doing before I move onto the main story. Anyways, thoughts and love are much appreciated!)

I wasn't always a killing machine. Okay, maybe that's a dramatic take on the life I currently lead. I was once normal. Doing day to day things like worrying about how I was going to pay my bills or what I was going to eat. I was once human.

- - -

"Nicholas!" My manager called, "My last client cancelled so I'm going to call it a day." I looked over from my station, "You know how to close down right?" Before I could open my mouth, Tom had already placed the shop keys on the shelf behind me. "You'd be doing me a massive favour buddy."

I sighed, going back to the design I was working on, "Sounds like you've already made your mind up."

"Well, Rose called in sick today and Mike is useless when it comes to locking up." Tom smiled as he looked over my shoulder to take a sneak at what I was working on. "You've seen me do it plenty of times."

"Maybe because you're the manager?" I muttered under my breath.

"I have every faith in you." Tom smiled, "I'd stay but I'd just be sat doing nothing while you'd be tattooing this design on your client. Not to mention, I'd just be a distraction."

I rolled my eyes. Usually when I worked, I kept myself to myself. I was here to work, not to make friends. "Whatever. It's not like I had anything planned."

Tom grinned more, as if he knew how lonely and pathetic my life was. "Well it's settled then!" Tom grabbed his jacket, "I can't wait to see the finished piece tomorrow buddy."

- - -

"And you're all done." I sat back, admiring the piece of work I had finished.

"Dude! This is sick." My client was overjoyed. "Seriously?! You came up with this all on your own?"

I shrugged, "You came up with the idea, I just drew what you wanted." I leant back as far as my chair would let me, cracking my back whilst I removed my gloves. "You're all set with your aftercare?" The client nodded. "Great. If anything needs touching up just message me to book in and I'll do it for free. It's not the studio policy but it's my policy."

"Oh I'm going to tell all my friends about you dude!" My client smiled. What was his name again? Brendan? Paul? "Your boss will have to give you a promotion with the amount of clients you're going to bring in." He got up, "Thanks again man." He quickly paid and left, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed, locking the door, being alone in the studio. Was this really my life? Wake up, come to the studio, tattoo clients, go home and do the same the next day?

"Man, I need a better life." I sighed, grabbing my things and shutting off the lights. Everyone I knew had their lives in check and then there's me. My life, if you could call it a life, was in shambles.

I got home to my cold, empty apartment not knowing how I was going to spend my night. Looking towards my bedroom, dread filled the pit of my stomach. How many nights had I had the same nightmare? No wonder Tom constantly said I looked like shit. I sighed, scrubbing my hands over my face. When was this numbness going to stop?

Maybe my dreams meant something? Who was the woman that was haunting my dreams? Was she real? I shook my head, dreams weren't real. But this one felt... different.

- - -

"Nicholas." A feminine voice called, "Nicholas." I looked around, I recognised this place. This was the studio I worked in, but it looked different. My station was empty, my flash sheets that littered my section were gone.

"Nicholas, you need to accept your fate. You can't keep running from what you are." I turned around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. I was confused. What did she mean?

I looked down at my hands to see they were covered in blood. “What the fuck?” Whose blood was this? Was it mine?

“You lost control Nicholas. They’re dead.”

“Who are dead?” I asked, being confused.

Before the voice could answer, my vision focused on a pile of bodies that was in the middle of the studio floor. The bodies were my colleagues. Tom, Rose and Mike. They were dead.

“What the fuck is happening?!” I stumbled back in shock. This couldn’t be real. “Wake up Nicholas. You’re dreaming.”

The feminine voice started to laugh, “You did this Nicholas.” 

“W-what?” I stammered.

The voice laughed again, “You need to stop running from your fate Nicholas. It’s coming sooner than you think.”

I gasped shooting up right in my bed. I had lost count how many times I had this nightmare. I sighed, leaning over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone to check what time it was. It was always 3AM whenever I woke up from the nightmare. Guess now was the perfect time to get out of bed seeing that there was no way I was going back to sleep.

I went to the kitchen, making a fresh cup of coffee wondering if Noah would understand if I canceled his appointment? Noah was the only friend I had but even then he didn’t understand what was going on with me at times. I’d known Noah most of my life, we were inseparable growing up but everything changed when he met his girlfriend.

Now, I don’t have a problem with the fact that my friend has a girlfriend and if I’m being honest I’m happy he found someone that could put up with him. His pettiness about dishes being left out got on my nerves when we lived with each other.

I looked over to my phone, hearing the text chime. “Who could this be at this time?” I asked myself as I went back into the bedroom to retrieve my phone. I scoffed, as if he knew I was thinking about him.

Noah: Hey, we still on for our session in the morning? If this wakes you up I’m sorry but I can’t sleep

Nicholas: I’m awake but don’t worry, you didn’t wake me. I’ve been having trouble sleeping myself recently.

Noah: You haven’t been sleeping?

Nicholas: Long story short, I’ve been having the same nightmare for the past few weeks. Blah, blah, blah it’s not that important. I have your tattoo design in the studio waiting for you.

Noah: Sweet! It’s been too long my friend.

I chuckled to myself, remembering the good times I had with Noah growing up. We were both known as the rejects in school but it didn’t matter. We had each other.

Noah: Do you mind if I bring Haley? She’s been begging me to meet you.

I rolled my eyes, of course his girl wanted to come too.

Nicholas: Sure, but won’t you be worried about her getting bored?

Noah: Nah, honestly she wants to get a tattoo done by you, she thought she’d meet you first and then go through some ideas with you if that’s cool.

Nicholas: That’s fine by me. I’ll see you tomorrow buddy.

- - -

“Noah!” A woman giggled, “Stop it!” She laughed.

“Baby look!” Noah started laughing too when I walked into the studio. “Nick!” He came running over, holding an inflated glove in his hands. “Dude, it’s been so long!” He smiled and hugged me. “We shouldn’t have to wait so long to see each other.” He pulled away. “Nick, this is Hayley.” Noah smiled as the young woman came and stood at his side.

"Hi." She smiled, blushing. "Noah has never stopped talking about how talented you are."

Noah groaned as I could feel a blush spreading across my cheeks. I shrugged slightly, "I was always good at art in school, just thought I could put my skills to use inside a tattoo studio." I smiled, offering my hand, "Nicholas but you can call me Nick or Ruffilo."

She blushed again, shaking my hand, “Hayley but you already know that.” She smiled. “We can go through ideas after you’ve finished with Noah.”

I nodded going over to my station, grabbing the design as I made my way over to the back to get the stencil ready. “You look like shit.” I looked up to see Rose was making herself a coffee. “Nightmares still?”

I looked at her confused. “How did you know about my nightmares?”

She sighed, “Your station is next to mine Nick.” She stirred her coffee, avoiding eye contact. “I heard you talking to Tom.” She grabbed her cup, “Listen, Mike and I are going out for a couple of drinks after we’ve finished. You should join us,” She smiled, “Unless you’re thinking of being a third wheel for your friend.”

“You know I don’t mix work with my personal life.” I stated bluntly, grabbing Noah’s stencil. “And yes, Noah was a friend of mine but I’ve always been his tattoo artist so this doesn’t count.

- - -

“So how long have you been tattooing?” Hayley asked as I was putting the finishing touches to Noah’s filler.

“Pretty much since he finished school.” Noah answered for me, “Nick’s a few years older than me.”

Hayley nodded, “And all this was done by you?” She asked pointing to Noah’s arms.

“It is.” I nodded, “Noah was the first person I ever tattooed. He’ll probably be the last person I tattoo too.” I put the tattoo gun down, turning my attention to Hayley. “Let me wrap up here and we can start to book you in for yours.” She smiled, grabbing her phone.

“Dude? Who the fuck is the blonde that keeps staring at Hayley?” Noah whispered.

“Huh?” I finished wrapping Noah’s arm.

“The one over there at the station. She looks like she wants to eat her.”

I looked over to where Noah was staring. “Oh, that’s Rose.” I turned away, focusing my attention back to Noah’s fresh ink. “I don’t really know much about her, just that she works here and often calls in sick.”

“What’s her work like?” Noah asked, still focusing his attention on Rose.

I shrugged, “I’ve never really seen her work, Her clients are always here super late. Mostly when I’ve finished for the day.”

“Strange.” Noah got up making his way over to Hayley, “What do you think babe?” Noah twisted his arm so she could take a look.

“It’s beautiful.” She smiled, “You really are talented Nick.”

I started to blush again. What the hell was wrong with me? I’ve never reacted like this before whenever someone has complimented my work. So why, when Hayley does, does my brain and body betray me?

“Dude, stop looking at my girl like that.” Noah laughed, “You look like you’re in love with her.” There was a gasp and the sound of equipment dropping to the floor. We all turned our heads to see Rose was picking up her equipment. “We should head out for drinks once you’ve finished, you know, catch up properly.” Noah smiled, “I’ve missed you man.”

“I’ve missed you too.” I replied back whilst watching Rose, “Just text me where and I’ll meet you guys there.”

“See you later Nick.” Hayley smiled, walking out with Noah.

Rose scoffed, “See you later Nick.” She imitated Hayley’s voice, “God, even her voice is annoying.”

I rolled my eyes, “Just get back to work on your none existing customers.”

- - -

I played with my drink, trying my best to pay attention to the conversation that Noah and Hayley were having. My mind kept drifting back to the conversation with Rose earlier. The only person I told about the nightmares was Noah in text. Did he mention it in conversation whilst waiting for me in the studio?

“You really don’t want to be here do you?” I looked up from my drink as Hayley spoke. “I don’t know why Noah dragged me along honestly.” She sighed, looking over to the bar where Noah was standing.

“Are you two having problems?” I asked, following her gaze to the bar.

She sighed again, “He doesn’t know when to stop drinking at times. I often feel like I’m a third wheel in my own relationship.”

“He liked a drink but I never thought he had a problem.” I looked at her, seeing Noah swaying slightly. “Maybe he should call it a night?”

“Maybe.” She smiled sadly getting up. “I’m sorry you guys didn’t really catch up.” She grabbed her phone out of her bag, “Noah won’t mind but I’d like to get your number. We can discuss our appointment.” She passed me her phone as I quickly inputted my number for her. “It was really nice to meet you, Nick. Even if Noah has kinda ruined it.”

“Next time?” I asked.

“Next time.” She smiled walking over to Noah. I watched as she helped him out of the bar, picking my drink up, there was no point in me leaving yet. I didn’t want to go back to my empty apartment. I didn’t want to face the nightmares just yet.

- - -

I stumbled out of the bar, last rounds were 10 minutes ago but yet, I carried on drinking. I needed this. I needed to not feel, to not be anxious about going to sleep. Maybe I drank enough that I wouldn’t wake in the morning? That would finally stop the nightmares.

“It was really nice to meet you, Nick.” Hayley’s words repeated in my head. What was this I was feeling for her? She’s my friend's girl, I couldn’t be having feelings for her? No, I shook my head, I wasn’t like that.

I kept walking, not really caring if I was walking straight but I knew that I just needed to get home. “Nicholas.” I froze. That voice. That was the voice that had been haunting my dreams.

I turned around, looking into a dark alleyway. “Who are you?!” I slurred, “What do you want with me?!” I yelled.

“Nicholas.” The voice repeated. Calling me into the alleyway. Now, my sober mind would have told me to stay the fuck away from this place. To turn around and go back to my apartment but, I wasn’t sober. I wasn’t going to miss this chance to face the woman, if it was even a woman, that had been haunting me.

“What the fuck do you want?!” I stumbled into the alleyway. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“You know what I want.” I could hear the smirk in her voice. “You.”

- - -

“Shit!” A male voice shouted, “Nick? Nick, it’s Mike, can you hear me?” I groaned, what the fuck was Mike doing in my apartment. “Nick!” Mike started to shake me.

“Let me sleep.” I groaned.

“Buddy, I’m going to get you some help. Don’t move.” Help? I didn’t need help. He needed to get the fuck out of my apartment and let me fucking sleep. God knows I fucking need it. “Nick, can you open your eyes for me?”

I hissed, opening my eyes, “Let me fucking sleep!”

What happened next was a blur. One moment I was shouting at Mike to let me sleep, the next moment… his lifeless body was at my feet. That was the first time I tasted blood. That was the moment my body and soul changed forever.

This is where I find myself now. I don’t know who the woman was that was haunting my dreams but I feel now I will never know. The woman, no she wasn’t a woman. She was a vampire. She took away my humanity. There was nothing left for me.

I hid away from everyone, ignoring Tom and Rose’s calls. My phone chimed. Maybe it was time to disconnect the line? Go completely off grid? Try to blend in with human society, even if I wasn’t human anymore.

Hayley: I’m worried about you.

Hayley: Are you okay?

Hayley: Please Nick. Just let me know you’re okay.

Noah: You know, we can see you’re reading these dick. It’s not nice to be ignored.

Noah: Seriously? We just want to know you’re okay Nick. You’re not alone. We can help you.

I sighed. Nobody could help me now.

Nicholas: Just… leave me alone guys.

Hayley: Please Nick, you're our friend.

Nicholas: No one can help me now.

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sending big hugs for you bb 🫂💕

thank you lexi🥺🥺 ilysm🫂🫂

[uchihaxsasooke]

NOBODY TALK TO ME EVER IN MY LIFE

[morphogenetic]

(wanting to make a post about something but it reveals too much about your personal life) i have had a negative experience