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Fluffy Drabble Time!~

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This Beautiful Life || Roark & Riley

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Roark cringes at his own awkwardness, mentally berating himself for losing his composure when he practiced so hard not to before coming out to Iron Island.

And what the hell was he thinking, anyway? Riley probably wasn’t into guys. Hell, he’d never even made the effort to pursue ANYBODY before. Why had he ever thought Riley would be interested in someone like him of all things?

As far as he was concerned, nobody loved him and nobody ought to love him, and that was that.

It’s several moments before he realizes he’s been holding onto Riley’s hand for longer than is appropriate. Blushing deeply, he starts to draw it away when Riley suddenly squeezes it. Roark flinches, and his head is reeling and his breath escapes him, but it doesn’t matter because his mind can’t clear anyway.

Oh god, what’s he doing?

And then, he feels a soft hand across his cheek, and Riley leans in.

A warm kiss, a brief state of elation—

And several emotions wash over his body like a torrential wave. In that moment, Roark feels vulnerable and exposed, like a naked, shivering whelp left out in a cardboard box in the rain.

His mind tells him to be happy, because this is what he’s wanted for so many years, yet his gut churns with a feeling akin to dread.

"Bathroom," he whispers, lips barely even pursed into a stutter. "I’m going to use the b-bathroom now…"

He takes off down the hall before Riley can get a word in edgewise. He doesn’t know why, but tears burn in his eyes and he feels nauseous.

Why, the logical part of him scolds, why are you running away? Why can’t you allow yourself to be happy just this once.

Because I’m scared—Roark’s emotional side replies. I’m so frightened of taking risks…

I’m frightened.

"Goddamnit, Roark," he mutters to himself, steadying his breath. "Why are YOU of all people scared? You live in darkness, have seen people die… what’s wrong with you that you can’t do this? Do you want things to remain the same as they are?"

No.

I don’t want things to remain the same.

I’m miserable this way.

So just do it, his mind insists.

But what if I’m even more miserable afterwards?

No.

Throw caution to the wind.

You’ve waited too long for this, far too long. 

He takes a deep, ragged breath, and hesitantly starts walking back.

And then that walk turns into a run, to a full-throttled sprint. He’s still crying, but he can’t turn back now. He’s made his decision.

The lights in the kitchen are still on, and he can only hope Riley’s still there—

He is.

For the second time today, he launches himself back in his arms.

But this time, he’s sobbing hysterically.

And this time, he kisses him back, but on the lips.

"Is it really that obvious?" he whispers in Riley’s ear between hungry kisses. "If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me like you mean it."

[rickrackriley]

When Roark collided with Riley once again, this time his lips pressed to his, he knew the exact reason Roark was here. He couldn't help but smile against the man's kisses. He had been waiting for this for a very long time. But he wasn't going to let Roark control this moment. No. That's not the way Riley worked.

Continuing to kiss Roark, he walked him backwards towards the living room. He had his hands firmly on his partners hips and bit lightly onto Roark's bottom lip. "Not so fast, lover boy." When they reached the couch, Riley pulled off of Roark and pushed him to the couch.

"Now talk." Riley was being pushy, but he needed answers. "You can't expect to throw yourself at me, and me just understand completely." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Why now?" He pulled his jacket off and sat down next to Roark. With one swooping motion, he moved Roark to his lap, one leg on each side.

Keeping his hands on his thighs, he was prepared to listen to Roark. He tried to make himself seem as calm, cool, and collected as possible, but on the inside, his character was breaking. When he needed someone, no one was there. And now. Now that he didn't need anyone, someone suddenly wants to be there. He didn't know how to take this.

[rickrackriley]

so I understand that I haven't been on lately. due to the fact that i've become obsessed with supernatural. But I promise today that I will be replying to Roark, and posting a starter on this account and Lucie's. I will also be revamping her character to give her more to work with.

[itsroark-blog-blog]

This is so embarrassing…! Ankle, heal quickly!! What if someone sees me like this…? Oh my… [blushes heavily] 

400th post by the way, lol~

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This Beautiful Life || Roark & Riley

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What is this place, a sauna? Sweating, Roark wrings his palms, nervous beyond all belief. Now that he’s here, he realizes how crazy this whole idea is. Is he seriously going to tell the guy he hasn’t seen in literally years that he’s in love with him? How would Riley take that? Would he think he’s a freak?

Yes, maybe he should spend some more time with him before confessing, but, but…

Although he’s still on shaky feet, he lets Riley lead him to his home, and briefly his nervousness gives way to amazement at the sheer scope and size of the house.

"I built it myself, you know."

It would be an understatement to say Roark’s impressed.

To build this whole place with nothing but a Lucario to help him… he’s either brilliant or has too much time on his hands. Probably both. And Roark thought he was strong.

Tall, dark, handsome, smart, kind—

And to think he actually knew a guy like this?

Closing his eyes, Roark thinks that maybe Riley would make a good miner, toiling all day with his shirt off and sweat glistening across his musc—

Roark cuts that thought off immediately.

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Riley smirked at Roark's tongue tiedness. Roark had a way of keeping things interesting for Riley. He knew that Roark had been doing things other than Gym related stuff. Roark spends every second outside of the Gym down at the mines. Riley watches intently as Roark goes on shaking and trying to form words.

Have you been seeing anyone?

That was the only thing that Riley heard come out of Roark's mouth. Of course he hadn't. He had been hiding away on this island to make sure that he didn't see anyone. Riley could see that that was not what Roark had meant but didn't say anything. He just stared at the man.

Riley lifted his arms to the table, and folded them slightly. He was trying to keep proper form, trying not to anticipate what Roark what was trying to get at. Riley had gotten good at ignoring what he couldn't help as a child. The only thoughts right then filling the room were his own.

Roark had spoken too fast for Riley to comprehend at first, but soon he had understood. Roark just wanted to see him. No one wanted to see Riley. If anyone came out here, it was because they wanted something. Not see to him. Everyone who came out here tried to fix him. They didn't understand that being here was what he wanted.

Riley didn't hear his question and wasn't snapped out of his trance until he felt a temperature change in his hand. He didn't make a deal of it, as it was just water. The only thing that made Riley wince was feeling Roark's hands grab his. Roark's hands were warm, soft, comforting. He looked up at him as he frantically tried to dry his hands and keep them warm.

He listened to Roark ramble on, not really making any sense. This was Riley's turn to flip the cards and take charge. He flipped his hands so that he was the one holding Roark's hands. He looked him in the eyes before dropping his hands. One hand slowly moved to his cheek as his lips moved in fast to Roark's. He let his lips linger there for a moment before pulling back.

"Now," he stroked the man's cheek. "What is the real reason you're here?"

[rickrackriley]

I feel... um, WARMLY towards you. N-Not that I have a crush on you, or anything! H-Here! Take this! Just t-take it! --> ❤

2. After nursing you back to health, thinking you were on your death bed.

Riley held Roark's hand in his, resting his head against the man's thigh. It had been almost two days since Roark had opened his eyes. Roark had been staying with Riley for a couple of days when the two decided to walk around the island of a bit. They started down a hill, a rocky one at that, and Roark stepped in the wrong spot and he went falling down the hill. Riley ran to his rescue, only to reach an unconscious Roark. He rushed him to the nearest PokeCenter. Nurse Joy had taken him back into a room, telling Riley he could not see him right now.

After about an hour, Nurse Joy said that Roark was stable enough for him to come back, though he was still unconscious. Riley didn't know how to react when he saw the oxygen hoses wrapped around Roark's nose and mouth. He stood in silence before walking over to the boy's bed. He had spent a day and a half holding Roark's hand, never leaving his side. Every once in a while he would mutter, Wake up, Roark. I need you.

Today, as his head was pressed to his thigh and his hand in his, he felt a squeeze on his hand. His head shot up, making his hat fall off of his head. Roark's eyes were fluttering open, he heard a groan. "Roark!" Riley stood up and pushed Roark's hair back. "God, I love you. You've had me worried sick."

"Y-you just s-said you loved me." Riley didn't respond but instead pressed his lips to Roark's forehead.

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This Beautiful Life || Roark & Riley

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Roark’s heart is pounding so hard it’s in his throat and he gulps, trying to get ahold of himself. Now that he’s actually here, he feels his chest tighten up and he buries his head in the folds of Riley’s suit jacket.

He isn’t sure why Riley does it, insisting on looking nice even though he lives in the wilderness, but he doesn’t mind. He appreciates his warmth and strength and calms down a bit, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.

And in that moment he immediately feels awkward, inadequate. Hesitantly, he breaks away from Riley, shivering not with cold but nervousness. He’d been attracted to men many times before, a fact he was not happy to admit, but never like he had with Riley. Around other objects of his affection, he could at the very least keep himself composed.

Around Riley, though, he’s an idiot, like he’s twelve years old once more trying to cope with his first crush.

Then again… he had always been more… attached to Riley than anyone else. While coming off as schizotypal and standoffish in demeanor to most people, Roark had always adored Riley even before he developed… feelings. Of course, he had the advantage of knowing Riley’s eccentric behavior was a result of his Aura powers, but he only liked him the more for it. Riley was his mentor, his role model, the apple of his eye.

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The look on Roark's face was understood by Riley. Riley having his own house after wanting to live on the island was irrational for how he behaved about moving to the island. He had made it very clear that he wanted to be on his own, away from civilization. For the longest of time, Riley had lived in the wilderness of the island, with the Pokemon and all. But he soon realized that he needed at least a house. Lucario was tired of the other Pokemon running around where he was trying to eat or sleep.

With Roark's arm hooked on his, he started walking towards his house. "I built it myself, you know." He was talking about the house, his house. Lucario came up behind him and nudged his arm and let out a cry. Riley cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak again. "Of course, with the help of Lucario. I don't think I can do anything without him."

After following the path he and Lucario help shape, he pushed the door open. He didn't bother to have a lock on the door, since no one ever came to the island. It was a rarity that he had visitors, but his parents did visit sometimes. He let go of Roark's arm and slid his jacket off of his shoulders and hung it on the rack. The house was like any other, completely furnished and lavish. Riley had spent several days sorting through stores looking for the perfect furniture. He believed that if he was going to go through the trouble of having a house, it was going to be grand.

Walking into the kitchen with Roark following behind, Riley pulled out two glasses from the cabinets. He set them on the island and looked at Roark. "I have iced tea, water, or lemonade. Which would you prefer?" Once Roark responded, Riley poured the drink and sat down across from him. He sipped the drink lightly before standing back up to get a snack for Lucario. He tossed him the treats and returned to his seat.

"So, Roark, what have you been up to lately? What made you come see me?"

[rickrackriley]

"You’re not being fair."

"Oh, honey. You wouldn't know fair if it hit you in the face."

[rickrackriley]

"Get a grip of yourself... that is, if it's okay with you... senpai."

"Roark? Is there a problem? Why do I need to get a grip of myself?"

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"I don’t think I ever loved you."

"You never loved me."

"You’re not being fair."

"This is the right thing to do, and you know it."

"There’s nothing you can do about it now."

"I just wanted to be your first pick…"

"Did I ever matter?"

"You weren’t meant to get…

[rauhlablunt]

tell me something u dig about me on anon

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This Beautiful Life || Roark & Riley

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He runs as fast as his feet can carry him. He’s winded and he can feel a sharp pain in his side, but still he runs. He knows maybe he should slow down so as not to scare Riley off, but he’s just too excited.

He wants to savor this moment for as long as possible. After all, he came here just to see his face again… amongst… other things. Bursts of joy like this are too few and far between for him these days, and he needs to hold onto it for all he’s got, until the deed is done and he faces the inevitable rejection…

Today, he’s prepared to lose everything he has. He can’t keep living the lie he’s kept up for year upon painful year on end. It’s better to have loved once and lost than to never love at all. That, he realizes now.

"Roark? What are you doing here?"

He… remembered him!

Roark doesn’t know why he wouldn’t, but it still makes him happy nonetheless. Sometimes, one needs to look to the simple things in life for happiness.

He’s overwhelmed with emotions. Love, fear, lust, nervousness—just a little trepidation—it’s hard for him to keep his thoughts straight. But his mind turned off hours ago and he’s only thinking with his heart at this point. Giving one last push off his heel, he practically leaps into a hug, embracing a stunned Riley tightly.

 ”W-What do you think I’m here for?” he stutters, still wired and anxious. Upon realizing that what he said could be taken as being rude, he mentally berates himself and adds, “I’ve missed you a lot.”

He embraces him for a long time after that, longer than is probably appropriate, until he finally hesitantly lets go and gulps.

"It’s been too long."

It’s time to say it.

He can’t deny it anymore.

But first, he needs to work up the courage to part his lips.

[rickrackriley]

Riley was taken back, and stumbled backwards, when he felt Roark's body slam against his. Roark's rocky scent bombarded Riley's nose. He hadn't felt Roark's body against his in such a long time, that he forgot how great of hugs that he gives.

Once the shock went through him, he wrapped his own arms around the man pressed against him. When Roark said he missed him, he didn't know what to think. He didn't think that people actually missed him. His parents didn't of course. They thought their kid was a freak, that was the reason he spent so much time on the island.

"Of course. I miss you too." And he didn't say it just because Roark said it. He said it because he meant it. After how much time they had spent together in previous years, Riley wasn't just going to forget about Roark. Roark meant too much to him to leave him in the past.

Even though Riley's brain was still trying to process the event that had just happened, his heart was glad that Roark was in his arms. "It has been too long." He finally was able to speak again after Roark lets him go. He straightens up and fixes his hat. "Why don't we go back to my place?"