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i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child

Thank youu, I love to do those thingies💗

I tag everyone who follows me and wants to add😘

Thanks for the tag! @forzafinally 💛

Rules: color out the sentences that are true about you

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child

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Some angry sex with Noah but then turns into apology sex😩

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SMUT BELOW THE BELT!

You and Noah rarely ever fought. Sure, you had your little tiffs here and there, but this fight was the first big one in the two years you'd been dating.

It'd been hours since either of you spoke, him hanging out in his studio all afternoon while you hung out in the living room.

The fight was a stupid pointless one. But both of you were stubborn and didn't want to falter first. Not even when Noah came downstairs in nothing but a pair of gray sweat shorts.

You tried to keep your eyes on the show you were watching but Noah picked up on the way you gazed at him.

"Apologize and maybe I'll let you have a taste," he sneered.

Your eyes sliced into him. "Fuck you!"

Okay, so the both of you were really stubborn but you knew deep down, either of you didn't mean what you said during this fight.

Noah's brows raised. "I can make that happen, angel."

Before you knew it, you were slammed against the kitchen island, top half bent over the cool stone, while Noah fucked you from behind. His nails dug into the sensitive flesh of your hips.

The sound of his cock between your wetness echoed loudly in the kitchen.

"You're such an ass," you seethed while biting your bottom lip, not wanting to let the moan slip out.

Noah yanked your head up from the counter, pressing your back to his chest.

"Such a filthy mouth. Maybe I should stuff it with something."

Quickly you were pushed to your knees, your skin scraping against the hardwood floors, and when you gazed up at Noah, he wasted no time in filling your mouth with his cock.

You hummed when you tasted yourself mixed with his precum and stood still while he fucked your face with the same amount of vigor he did your pussy moments ago.

He didn't stop, even when you choked on his cock a few times, only because he knew you could handle it.

Noah cupped your cheek when you gazed up at him with those big doe eyes he adored so much and you could see the anger leave his body.

Lifting you from the ground, you wiped away the spit from your chin when he carried you to the couch.

"What are you doing? You were so close," you cringed at how wrecked your voice sounded.

Noah grunted his acknowledgment of your statement before setting you down softly on the couch, spreading your legs wide so he could slip between your folds again.

This was completely different than the fucking in the kitchen.

He made sweet love to you, slowly rocking his hips into you, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry," he kissed the tender skin along your collarbone. "For what I said during the fight."

You brushed away his dark locks to kiss his forehead, moaning out in pleasure when his fingers grazed along your swollen clit.

"I'm sorry too."

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hiiii tina! for headcanon monday (tuesday) - i know you’ve written about how noah would comfort the reader…but what about how the reader would comfort noah?

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this idea makes my heart all warm and fuzzy.

Noah's anxiety was really bad this particular morning.

You woke up to find him sitting outside in your backyard with his headphones in and eyes closed. You didn't have to see his phone to know he was listening to the calm app.

But with the way his chest was rising and falling and how fast his knee was shaking, it wasn't helping.

Bad Omens were about to head overseas for a long list of festivals and Noah had been stressing over it for the last couple of days because he wanted to make sure everything went perfect.

So, after putting together a plate of Noah's favorite sweets, you slipped outside undetected and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck from behind.

You could physically feel the stress lift from his shoulders.

"Deep breath in. Hold for five seconds. And long breath out," you whispered when you took out one of his headphones.

Noah nodded and did what you said.

One breath in.

Hold for five seconds.

Long breath out.

But you could feel in the way his body shook that it wasn't helping so you sat in his lap as he sat on one of the patio chairs. With your hands cupping his cheek, you forced those dull almond eyes to stare up at you.

"Focus on me," you breathed.

Noah's bottom lip trembled as he shook his head in your grasp. "My chest feels like it's about to cave in. It hasn't been this bad in so long."

You ran your hand through his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp; something you knew he loved.

He almost began purring like a cat.

"I'm right here, just focus on my voice," you began reciting a poem you knew he loved and one you memorized.

By the time you finished, you felt the shaking beneath you stop almost completely.

Noah wrapped his arms around you and breathed in your familiar scent.

"I'm glad you're coming with me angel," he muttered into your neck. "I don't know how I'd get past this without you."

You kissed his forehead. "It's what I'm here for, love."

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HC request where Noah helps you with the sudden loss of your father who you were really close too. I lost my father suddenly to a heart attack a couple years ago, hardest thing I’ve ever been through.

Thx Tina!!

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I'm sorry about your father! I understand that kind of grief. I lost my older brother unexpectedly four years ago. I hope this helps, even a little bit.

"He's gone," you sobbed to Noah, who was in his studio.

He swirled around in his chair to see you standing in the doorway, tears running down your red and blotchy face, and quickly brought you into his arms.

Noah never rushed your grief.

He let you lay in bed in the dark, bringing you something to eat and drink.

But sometimes, the dark was too much, so he gently made you get up out of bed so you could sit outside in the sun.

He was by your side through the whole funeral, rubbing comforting circles on your back and telling you how much he loved you. Praised you for how strong you were the entire day.

Noah was there as soon as you saw your father's casket and let you bury your face in his chest to cry.

Anytime you felt yourself slipping back into that darkness, Noah would try anything he could to make you laugh or even smile a little.

You were lying on the couch, under a variety of blankets, and Noah suddenly appeared in front of you with his own blanket wrapped around him and wearing a pair of large white sunglasses.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" He asked in a squeaky voice.

You burst out into laughter as he squirmed over to you like a worm and laid on top of you, his weight adding the comfort and serenity you had been desperate for since your father passed away.

"I'd love you even if you were the slimiest of worms," you giggled while pressing a kiss to his nose. "Thank you for being by my side through all of this, Noah."

He shook off the sunglasses, still wrapped up in the blanket and kissed your lips.

"Anything for you, angel."

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*send this to my boyfriend so he learns this is what he should do when I complain about my day, not just saying 'same'*😊

It was a rough day at work and a rough night at home. Can I get a very soft and gentle Noah? Anything that inspires you is good with me 😌

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I'm sorry your day wasn't that great! I hope this helps, even a little bit!

As soon as you got off the phone with Noah, telling him all about your terrible day at work, he went about cooking your favorite meal and getting your large couch set up with blankets and pillows.

Noah wasn't that great of a cook but he picked up some pointers from Jolly when they lived together.

When you talked through the front door of your shared home, Noah held out his long arms with a bright smile.

"Surprise!"

You stared with a slack jaw at the flowers, the steaming plates of food on the table, and the makeshift bed on the couch.

"What's this?" You asked as he handed you the bouquets of flowers; your favorite.

He brushed away some hair from your face to lay a tender kiss on your lips. "I know you had a shitty day so I wanted to do what I can to make it better."

The food he cooked; was delicious.

The bed he made on the couch; felt like floating on clouds.

Noah let you watch whatever show or movie you wanted, never complaining once.

He sat behind you, rubbing your shoulders, as you rambled on about your terrible day at work, nodding along and giving you inputs on things that might help you at work.

"You know what would make this night even better?" You sighed while leaning into his bare chest.

"What's that?" He whispered while kissing your neck.

"Ice cream," you beamed while turning your head to the side to wink at him.

He definitely went to your favorite ice cream shop across town to get your favorite flavor.

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Oh I love when people on tiktok give babies or pets tour of 'places they have never seen' in their home. With Noah being this tall I'm sure the baby could lick the ceilings😂❤️

For this headcannon Monday, I am needing some Dad Noah in my life. What would the first full day of coming home with his newborn daughter be like? I could see him showing her all around and everything.

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As soon as you three got home, Noah would make sure you were laid up in bed with all the pillows, snacks, and water you needed.

"Noah, I can get dressed myself," you giggled as he helped you into a pair of pajama shorts and one of his shirts.

"You gave birth to our daughter two days ago, let me do this for you, angel," Noah brushed a kiss along your forehead before helping you get settled in bed.

Once your favorite show was on, Noah picked up your daughter from the bassinet next to your bed and muttered something about giving her a tour of your house.

He made sure to show her every single inch of the house and when he got to his studio, he sat down at the computer with your sleeping daughter pressed against his bare chest.

When the camera was turned on, a new video recording, he cleared his throat and fixed his disheveled hair.

"Day one home as new parents. Y/N's in bed because labor was rough; thirty-six hours in active labor. We thought she needed a c-section because this one was being stubborn but Y/N held on and pushed through. Literally."

Your daughter fused in his arms so Noah soothed her with his gentle voice before looking back at the camera again.

"I'm scared shitless. I don't know what I'm doing but I know that I'll do whatever it takes to provide for you and your mom. You girls mean the world to me and I love you so much."

Every single day until your daughter turned eighteen, Noah recorded himself talking about his day with you and your daughter or memories of her growing up.

Then on the day she left for college, he held you in his arms as the two of you watched your daughter drive off; with the disk full of his recordings so she could watch when she missed you guys.

#noah sebastian

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Exactly, I'm not even surprised they don't engage with fans anymore when I see some blogs/posts here or on X

I just wanna ask-why is it everytime we get new content, new anything from this band there’s always some sort of discourse and argument like these aren’t grown fucking men who make music and content.

Like Noah isn’t an adult who has agency or autonomy over himself. He is and he is allowed that.

As human beings we don’t have to agree on every aspect of anything- but jfc people wonder why they don’t engage or talk? Don’t be shocked. I wouldn’t either the way this is.

And why do some of these “fan” accounts perpetuate negativity, and speculation or disrespect the guys or Noah’s wishes on certain things.

I have more accounts blocked then I follow and that says a lot doesn’t it?

why is there any of this bullshit?

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THE LAST PICTURE ARE YOU KIDDING

OH COME ON.

📸 chelsa.christensen on ig

#noah sebastian

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HELLOOO

Your girl is halfway done with her bachelor's degree🥳

I had a successful defence of my thesis today, that means only oral exams next month and I'm done with this degree yay👩🏼‍🎓

#sorry i had to spill #i'm so happy

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Uff😮‍💨

Can you imagine not being touched by a man for a long time, then being on tour with the band and somehow falling in bed with Matt, being si reactive to his touch, not lastong for long? He would be so cocky about that😮‍💨

i got a lil carried away with this one so sorry🤷🏻‍♀️

CW: rambling really, poorly written ending

ya know, i feel like Matt is super cocky anyways. so like maybe when Noah brings you to a get together before tour so you can meet everyone, Matt’s instantly smitten and he’s telling anyone who listens that he will have you by the end of the tour. word does get back to you and you’re like no. absolutely not. so you kinda end up avoiding him because yeah you may think he’s gorgeous and yeah sometimes you think about him when youre alone in your bunk and yeah maybe you do wanna know if he’s all talk but he will never know that, you don’t want him to think you’re easy. he’s gotta work for it if he REALLY wants you. you’re not about the fuck buddy life.

maybe it starts to build up after a show one night, you guys have the next day off so why not stay up and drink and hang out. what you absolutely don’t expect is some of the questions to be so personal. it was never in the plan to share how you haven’t had a good lay in months. and you sure as hell didn’t expect to be in Matt’s bed by the end of the night with him “showing you what a good lay really is”. Matt catches everything, he notices the little things. so he notices the way your breath hitches when his hand runs up your thigh and the way your body erupts with goosebumps when his mouth is on your neck. but his favorite? is the way you whine when he’s teasing you.

it starts with a soft whine when he runs his finger between your folds. it turns into a needy whine when he teases your entrance, not enough that he’s inside but just enough you feel him. remember when i said he’s cocky? he’d smirk at you and just say “baby you gotta be patient, gotta get you stretched out first. don’t think you can handle my cock yet.” he really just wants you needy, whining for him to do something. he needs you to crave him, he wants you to think about him a month from now and how good he made you feel.

but oh my god, when he finally does push his cock into you? he thinks he could blow just from the sound you made. he’s gonna start slow, wants to give you a little at a time. just to adjust. what he didn’t expect was for your eyes to be filling with tears and you to say, “please Matt, just wanna feel you. don’t care if it hurts. want it to hurt please just please.” it’d take everything in him not to explode right then and there but i think hed start to pull himself out just to hear you whine again. he’d chuckle and then thrust back in.

the next day when you walk into the common area where the rest of the crew and band are, everyone immediately notices your limp and Matt’s smirk when he watches you move. no one says anything at first, until Bryan speaks up, “i’m so glad you two had fun but now i need to cut my ears off.”

#matt dierkes headcannon #matt dierkes smut #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes #matt dierkes blurb #bad omens smut #bad omens blurb #bad omens headcanons #noah sebastian

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Never Just Friends: OBX - Day 1

Pairing: Nick Folio x OFC, Matt Dierkes x OFC, Nick Folio x OFC x Matt Dierkes

Summary: Invited to come along on a trip to the Outer Banks for eight days with the guys, Kelsey soon found that her close friendship with Nick Folio might be more than she realized. Dancing around what one would argue was the inevitable for years, it might’ve been easy for them to venture into that uncharted territory if it wasn’t for Matt Dierkes. To him, this was his one chance to step out from the sidelines and confess his true feelings, and he was determined to take it. Things evolved faster than all three could’ve anticipated, and they soon found themselves in the riptide of an unexpected love triangle.

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This has been so much fun to put together. I’m excited to share the first installment, and I plan (loosely) to post each one on Friday. Hope y’all enjoy this series. Feedback is always appreciated

Special shoutout to @the-way-of-words for all the brainstorming and support while I write this.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug use, sexually explicit content - 18+ (male masturbation)

“This can’t be right,” Kelsey mumbled as she double-checked her phone’s GPS. Her foot planted on the brakes, she hesitated, looking around to see if there were any cars she recognized. After a heavy sigh to reassure herself, she pulled the beater Ford Focus into the driveway. 

The house was simply massive. There before her, looking out into the ocean, it stood at an impressive three floors high, painted a beautiful cornflower blue with pristine white shutters. This was her first time visiting the Outer Banks, and she had come to find out that a house like this was a dime a dozen here.

Still, she felt like she had the wrong address. This was a lifestyle she could never afford, something she would only imagine after seeing pictures and videos of a place like this. These were ocean-front properties, perched on the highly desired shoreline like a throne — mere summer homes for the wealthy and affluent. 

“How the fuck did they score this place for a week?” She asked herself, creeping her vehicle along the pavement. This was way above her tax bracket as a bartender, making her feel as though she was a lone stray they happened to take in.

She parked behind one of the other cars and cut the engine to take in the scenery around her. The salty sea air flowing through her open windows, the distant cries of seagulls, the afternoon sun already tanning her bare arms, to the view she was going to have for the next eight days. 

“What took you so fucking long?!” A male voice popped out of nowhere.

“Fuck!” She shrieked, nearly jumping out of her seat. She recognized the voice of her close friend, quickly opening her eyes to see the man erupting into giggles. She smacked his arm that was draped over her open window. “What the hell, Folio?!” 

“Ow! Good to see you, too. Damn.” He chuckled, rubbing his arm dramatically. 

Nick Folio had known Kelsey since his sophomore year of high school. She was the best friend of a girl he once dated, but like most teenage romances, it quickly fizzled out after a few months. They had been acquaintances, but it wasn’t until the following year they became closer, forming a friendship of their own. 

They had periods where they grew closer and would drift apart depending on what was going on in their lives. Relationships came and went for both of them, some more serious than others. School and work consumed her for months at a time. Life got hectic, especially for Nick with the growth of the band. Despite the odds, they stayed in touch. She would visit him when she could, seeing shows around the country over the years. And every time, he would somehow find ways to secure her a backstage pass. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. Once she got a good look at him, she saw that he was dressed in one of his Harley Davidson shirts and a pair of swimming trunks. She cursed at him internally that he was already getting the glow of summer on his skin. 

”You’re late.” He clipped the last words against his teeth in disapproval. 

She snorted, “Some of us have real jobs, Nicholas.”

His head bobbled with the words, throwing her attitude right back at her. ”I think saying a bartender is a real job is a bit of a stretch, Kelsey.”

”You’re such a dick,” she said with a breathy laugh. “Lemme out of here,” she huffed, pushing the car door open to nudge him away. Once she stood to her aching feet, he pulled her in for a hug. 

Through all their teasing, Nick never grew tired of being around her. He would hate to admit it out of fear of being teased by the guys, but he’d been excited for her arrival. He would shrug off that feeling, but just as he predicted, she was breathtaking, becoming more beautiful each time he saw her. 

Truly, deep down he accepted that she was simply out of his league and that it was better for them to just be friends— and he loved her as such. However, their friendship didn’t take away from the fact he was still attracted to her. 

He squeezed her tighter than he should, catching the sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo from her hair. Kelsey relaxed into him and wrapped her hands around his back. She held on for a few extra seconds, soaking up his warmth and the weight of arms on her shoulders. His presence put her at ease, melting away any anxiety she had felt on the drive down. It had been months since they’d seen each other, but it always amazed her how well they seemed to pick right back up where they left off.

She was the one to pull away, and over his shoulder, she spotted his motorcycle between the parked cars. “You rode the bike down?”

He flashed a mischievous grin, the one that made his nose scrunch up in that way she loved. “Hell yeah! I even ordered another helmet so you can ride with me this time.”

Her eyes widened in fear and she pushed her hand against his chest, stumbling back from him. “You didn’t.”

”I did and I’m gonna get you on there, Kels,” he stated confidently, walking toward the trunk of her car. “It’s going to happen this time.”

She leaned in the open window and popped the lever on the inside of the door, letting him grab her bag, huffing, “You’re fucking crazy, Folio.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he shut the trunk and slung her bag over his shoulder. “It’s really not as scary as you’re making it out to be.”

”No, you’re right.” She rolled her eyes to add to the sarcasm and started making her way to the house. “It’s only hanging on for dear life on the back of a motorcycle. I’m totally overreacting.”

He stepped in front of her and spun to face her, walking backward. He pouted his lip and gave her his best set of puppy eyes. “Don’t you trust your dear ol’ friend?”

”I’ve learned that it’s the dearest of friends that get me in the most trouble.”

“Is Kelsey gluten-free?” Matt asked, staring blankly at the shelves of bread in front of him. “I can’t remember...”

Noah had been scrolling away on his phone, mindlessly pushing the shopping cart behind his friend throughout the store. He shrugged, mumbling, “I dunno.” Matt pushed out an irritated sigh, making Noah peel his eyes away from his screen. Matt was tenser than ever, scrolling up and down the grocery list he had made in his notes app. “I think you’re stressing yourself out, man.” 

“I’m not stressed,” Matt grumbled under his breath, tossing a pack of hamburger buns into the cart without bothering to look where they ended up.

Noah eyed him closely, moving the delicate bread to a safer spot as the cart filled up. “You’ve been on edge since we got here. We’re on vacation, remember? Loosen the manager reins a little, yeah?”

“Can you just find out, please?!” He snapped back, shooting Noah an icy glare.

“Okay, okay.” Noah threw his hands up defensively, knowing better than to test Matt’s patience when he was in a mood like this. Matt could have just as easily messaged her himself, having her number in the group chat for this trip. 

”Thank you.” Matt gave him an apologetic look, pulling the cart along.

Noah found Kelsey’s name in his contacts and started typing out the text. After sending it, he locked his phone, pushing the cart along by his elbows. He empathized with Matt’s current state, knowing the reason why he was acting this way.  ”So…are you planning on ever making a move on her?”

Matt scoffed, but instead of denying it, he responded with, “I don’t think she’s into me like that.”

“You don’t know that,” Noah said flatly. He could agree that Kelsey was a gorgeous girl, but he’s also seen his friend be with beautiful women over the years. 

Matt shifted on his feet, showing a vulnerable side of himself to Noah. It was unlike him to have someone make his confidence falter like she had. ”Oh, come on, what about her and Folio?”

Noah knew where the conversation was going, but he played along anyway. ”And what about them?”

”Have you seen them together? They’re practically attached at the fucking hip,” Matt said with a dry laugh and a heavy roll of his eyes, using the humor of it as a sheild.

”I have.” Noah wasn’t buying into Matt’s moment of self-doubt, but he couldn’t say he was wrong either. It was no secret amongst them that Folio and Kelsey flirted along the boundary of ‘just friends’ for a while now. 

They had a little standoff in the middle of the bread aisle, giving each other a look that would level anyone else. They stared in silence for a few seconds before Matt threw his hands up, defeated. “Well, all I’m saying is that they should just fuck and be together already.”

“And I’m saying is that they aren’t…at least that I know of,” Noah explained as if he was suddenly the voice of reason, adding, “And you know how Folio is. That dude can’t keep a secret to save his life.”

”I don’t know...” 

“You and I both know that he’s been fumbling Kelsey for almost ten fucking years. And don’t forget they’ve been seeing other people all this time. I’m just trying to tell you it’s now or never, dude.”

Noah watched the gears turning in Matt’s head. He had a point, but Matt also knew the reason why Kelsey’s and Folio’s past relationships never worked out in the long run. No girl Nick dated trusted him around Kelsey despite how cool they tried to seem to be with it, and he didn’t blame them. As for Kelsey, he saw the men she brought around — all of them revealing their insecurity when it came to Nick Folio in her life. Another thing he somewhat understood. Just friends are not, there was an undeniable bond and chemistry between them, one that he, himself, felt he couldn’t break through. “This sounds like a terrible idea.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Noah asked, ”What could go wrong?”

”What could go wrong?!” Matt scoffed, planting himself back to reality. He walked toward the end of the aisle, sending his next words over his shoulder. “A lot of things... everything. It could ruin our entire trip for fuck’s sake.”

Noah groaned, but followed him anyway, “I don’t know, man. Do whatever the hell you want, but just cut it out with the fucking pining. You’re grossing me the hell out.”

Matt halted abruptly, and if Noah hadn’t stopped in time, the cart would’ve clipped the back of his heels. He struck a nerve being the only one that Matt could trust with this. He whipped around and wrapped his hands around the basket of the cart, and to anyone passing by, it looked as though they were bickering like an old married couple. “Just because you’re going solo bachelor this time doesn’t give you the right to be a dickhead.” 

Despite understanding the source of his close friend’s agitation, he was one of the few who could give it right back to him. Noah spits back, keeping his voice low, “Being obsessed with her doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole either.”

His eyes narrowed as he bit back his next words on his tongue, but he decided to drop it. Even though he could shed the frustration, Noah’s accusation would fester in the back of his mind for days. He wasn’t obsessed with Kelsey, he was just into her. It was a dumb little crush on a hot girl they hung out with —one that he was sure he would get over soon enough.  “Has she responded yet?”

Noah checked his phone and frowned. “No, but she’s probably still driving though.” 

“Fuck it. I’ll just get some anyway.” Matt huffed, throwing a loaf of gluten-free bread from the shelf into the cart. 

While Matt worked on putting the last bag of groceries away in the kitchen, Nick ushered Kelsey inside the house. The second he heard her voice, his heart collapsed into the pit of his stomach. 

Her laugh carried up the stairs, echoing throughout the second floor. He saw Folio first, and then her trailing behind. She lit up, waving to both him and Noah as she greeted them, “Hey guys!” 

“Hey,” they responded in unison. 

Matt had come to find that Kelsey held her own, matching Folio’s charming personality —kind to those around her, but a spitfire when it mattered. She wasn’t afraid to laugh the loudest, to be the center of the room. To him, she was the room where no one else mattered, and it scared him, to be drawn to her this much like a moth to a flame. So cliche he thought. But unlike the others, he saw when she was that quiet wallflower — moments where she sat back to take it all in. 

He watched her stroll into the kitchen bursting with energy. She looked beautiful, somehow more than the last time he saw her. Her raven-black hair was a few inches longer, draping down her shoulders in loose waves and pulled back from her face with the pair of Raybans perched on her head. Her cheeks were already sun-kissed and her effortless smile beamed at them both as she greeted Noah with a friendly hug. 

Before he knew it, she was standing before him, asking, “Didn’t bring the dogs?” 

He blanked, lost in the swells of her blue-gray eyes. After swallowing thickly, he answered with a nervous laugh, “Not this time. They’re with a friend of mine for the week.”

“Aww. I was looking forward to seeing them,” she pouted, before pulling her lips back into her usual smile. “How are you though?”

Before he could say another word, she opened her arms for a hug and stepped forward. He stumbled through it, catching her in an awkward side embrace instead. Her hand brushed his bare skin along his side that was exposed through his cut-off tee and it made his heart race. He wanted her to let it rest there for longer, but his pat on her shoulder caused her to pull away.

”I’m good.” Matt struggled with small talk, especially for her. He cleared his throat, and changed the subject, gesturing to Noah with an open hand. “We just got back from a grocery run a few minutes ago.”

”Oh fuck!” She gasped, a look of worry painting across her face, reaching into her purse. “Let me know what to chip in for food.”

Matt was quick to wave her off. “Don’t worry about that. We only picked up the basics.”

Noah added, “He got a bunch of stuff to cook burgers on the grill tonight.”

“Oh, hell yeah, I love burgers on the grill,” she said excitedly with a soft groan. It was a sound that made Matt’s thoughts wander as much as his eyes. They drifted down her layered necklaces, lingering on the snake tattoo wrapping around the curve of her right collarbone, eventually following the low hemline of her tank top. He couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat on the soft curves of her tits. Matt snapped himself back before she looked back at him. “And the house is fucking awesome by the way.”

He took the compliment, believing that it was praise solely for him. All he did was search online for rentals that met their accommodations, and once a place was agreed on, had the group chip in their portion for booking. “Thanks. It was great that everyone went in on it. Everyone’s schedules are so fucked when we’re off tour, ya know?”

Matt had turned away to toss bags of chips into the cabinet, missing Kelsey’s confused expression. 

Folio having a sense of where the conversation would end up, cut in, “Wanna check out your room?” 

“Yeah, sure,” she responded, pausing with hesitation before reaching out and brushing Matt’s arm. “We’ll have to catch up later, yeah?” 

“That’d be sick,” he called out as she already started to walk away. She gave him a weak smile before following Folio to her room upstairs. 

Once they were out of earshot, Noah blew out a laugh through his nose as if he had been holding it the entire time. “Smooth.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Matt was cringing at himself. It was the first time he’d seen her in months, and he was already screwing up a simple conversation. 

Noah popped another pretzel into his mouth. “Should’ve brought the dogs.” 

“If you don’t stop, I swear I’m gonna drag you out there and drown you in the ocean myself.” 

Kelsey plopped on the edge of the bed as Nick swung her bag off his shoulder to lay it beside her feet. He straightened and took in the room for himself, blowing out a heavy sigh, “So…whaddya’ think?”

She looked around the bedroom, nodding while noticing that the owners stayed true to the beach theme with all the nautical decor covering the walls. ”It’s really nice.” 

“The one I’m in is right next to yours,” he explained, walking over to the window to point out to the ocean. “The view is fucking sick too.” 

“It is,” she hummed softly, wanting to simply enjoy this like him without a second thought, but what Matt had said weighed on her mind regardless of Nick’s attempt to distract her. The reality of it all was settling now that she was here, sitting in front of him. She picked at the loose threads of her denim shorts anxiously, asking, “So why’d you invite me?”

He laughed at first, thinking that she was messing with him, “What do you mean?”

For a fleeting moment, she felt out of place. She wasn't in the band, nor was she part of the crew. ”I guess I’m wondering why you didn’t bring one of your guy friends down here? What about Kooter?”

He snorted at the thought, “Well, for one, you’re way hotter in a bathing suit.”

She didn’t laugh at his joke, but her voice dropped, changing to low and stern — a stark contrast from her usual bubbliness, ”Nick, I’m serious.”

He finally pulled away from the window to look at her, realizing that the energy suddenly shifted between them as if all the excitement she felt popped like a balloon. 

“I dunno, Kels.” He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of what to tell her. “…because I wanted you to come down.” It was a simple answer, but it’s the honest truth. From when the idea was first pitched to the guys, he only had her in mind. It just felt so vulnerable once he said it aloud to her. He couldn’t look at her reaction, causing a nervous laugh to break free, “Shit. You had even said so yourself that you’ve always wanted to check out the Outer Banks. And I was thinking it was gonna be different than what we have back home.” Nick knew he was rambling, so he shifted his weight on his feet, turning to pick up an anchor figurine from the top of the dresser. Worrying that he had disappointed her somehow, he asked, “Why? You not happy you came?”

“I am happy,” she assured, but her voice didn’t match the words. Something was still bothering her, and her shoulders fell with the massive sigh she let out. “Why didn’t you tell me about chipping in?”

His breath suddenly caught in his throat, “Didn’t tell you what?”

“Did you pay for me?”

Nick didn’t anticipate her confronting him about it like this when he made the decision weeks ago. He took a long pause, drumming along on the edge of the wooden dresser with his index fingers before admitting, “I mean…yeah…”

“Damn it, Nick. I can pay for myself,” she scoffed. He could see that she was frustrated. While they rarely fought, she wasn’t shy to tell him how she felt. The last thing she wanted was a handout —  to feel like a burden now that she was staying here under different pretenses than the rest of them. “Now I really feel like a charity case, dude.”

“Stop it, Kelsey.” He felt guilty, thinking he ruined the trip before it had a chance to even start. “You’re not a charity case. I didn’t pay for you as some weird thing or out of pity.” His voice cracked slightly, fearing he crossed an unknown boundary within their friendship. This was uncomfortable for him to talk about, and his constant fidgeting with the random decorations sitting on the dresser showed it. “I know you’ve been through some shit lately. I guess I just…I just wanted you to come down and not stress about having to give Matt money or some shit.”

She could’ve stayed angry at him, or even embarrassed, but her heart warmed at the thought of his gesture. She believed him and knew that Nick meant well, watching out for her when most friends would look the other way when she needed a helping hand. She didn’t tell him much about her somewhat recent break-up with her ex-boyfriend, Justin, when they texted. The only thing he had really gotten from her vague responses was that they left things on bad terms and her hinting that she had been picking up the pieces of her life for the last few months. “Are you gonna let me pay you back?”

”Nope.” He made the word pop on his lips, causing that grin of his to return. “Just chip in for alcohol or whatever if you want.”

She rolled her eyes at him, but laughed, “You fucking asshole.”

He wanted to join her, but he pulled his brows together and pointed a finger at her as if to scold her. “I’m serious though. It’s not a big deal so stop making it one.”

She leaned back on the bed and let a small smile curl the corners of her lips. As quickly as the mood changed when they stepped into the room, things were right back to how they always were between them. “Fine, but you gotta stop making it seem like I’m scared of Matt. He’s just a little…intense.”

He blew an airy laugh through his nose, “Alright, but I don’t understand why you think he hates you.”

“It’s not that I think he hates me…I just don’t think he likes me very much,” she said with a laugh.  

He closed the distance between them and sat down on the bed beside her. While he might’ve disagreed, he really couldn’t deny that his friend wasn’t the warmest and fuzziest person to be around. He tipped his head to the side, admitting, “Matt is…Matt.” Another thought popped into his head, and he giggled before the words could even leave his mouth, “Maybe he’s got a crush on you or something.” 

She shoved his arm with enough force that he almost fell off the mattress. “No, he does not!”

Nick was restless, tossing and turning on the unfamiliar mattress for nearly an hour. Sleeping in strange beds wasn’t new, and yet, he couldn’t shut off his brain and quiet the thoughts in his head. The rest of the evening went well with everyone settling in. Weed always took the edge off, and he thought the few beers he had after dinner would’ve helped lull him asleep. They didn’t tonight. 

He flipped onto his back and slipped his hand beneath his boxers to cup his soft cock in his hand for comfort. He lay there in the dark for a while, eventually deciding that the release might help his sleeplessness.  

Once he gave into the impulse, he felt himself grow within seconds, hardening in his own grasp with the steady beat of his heart. He freed himself from his boxers but didn’t think about anything at first other than the feeling of gently stroking himself. He spit into his hand and rolled his wet palm over the head of his cock.

Nick’s brain must’ve been stuck reliving the day because the image of Kelsey flashed in his mind. He remembered the perfect soft, round curve of her ass in her bikini from earlier in the night when they smoked a joint on the deck together. He’d feel guilty to admit it, but he watched her walk away too many times, eyes fixed on how it bounced with her steps. With the slick glide of his fingers up and down his shaft, he let himself indulge in the fantasy. He imagined how it would feel to run his hands over it, to see it move if he fucked her from behind — pictured how her pussy would look gripping his cock. 

She would be so fucking tight and warm, he thought, squeezing himself and pretending that it was her instead. The rhythm of his strokes picked up, and he could feel his orgasm start to build rapidly. He spit in his hand again fantasizing how wet she would be taking his cock, how he would glide so easily inside her. 

He pumped his fist over himself thinking about how she might arch her back and bury her face in the pillow to muffle her moans. He wondered how her silken, black hair would feel wrapped within his fingers. There was nothing slow or gentle about his movements. He wasn’t edging himself tonight, he was rushing right to the finish line. 

He pushed himself to the tipping point, wanting to leave her fucked out and breathless so she cried his name when she came around him. His imagination was so powerful he could’ve sworn he heard his name in her voice. 

“Nick.”

It was all too much. With his head thrown back into his pillow and eyes clamped shut, he completely let go. Through a louder groan than he thought, he came harder than he had in months, spilling warm cum onto his hand until he slowed his strokes to a stop. 

”Uhm…Nick?” A soft voice broke the silence. 

Startled and scared shitless, he jolted up and gasped, “Oh, fuck!” 

In the darkness with only a small night light illuminating the room, he saw someone standing in the doorway. He scrambled to throw the blanket over himself, hoping to God they didn’t see anything. 

“…Kelsey?” He asked breathlessly as his eyes started to focus.

Unsure of what she should do and riddled with new-found anxiety, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally whispering, “Yeah, I’m sorry... I thought you were awake. I-I did knock…but uh…I actually came over to ask if I could borrow your phone charger for the night. I think I left mine in my car.”

Dazed and embarrassed, he blanked, “Uh...”

“Ya’ know what? Don’t worry about it. I can get mine…“

“No! No, it’s okay. You can borrow mine,” he insisted. “It’s plugged in the wall right over here.” She waited, perhaps thinking he would grab it and hand it to her, but he didn’t move an inch. “It’s by the nightstand.”

“Oh, sorry.” She stepped forward realizing she was the one that was supposed to get it. Tension was thicker than ever between them as she reached to unplug the charger behind the little beside table. She wouldn’t even look at him, and he couldn’t do anything but lay there guilty and sticky in his own cum.

“Must’ve been sleep-talking again,” Nick blurted out in an attempt to save face. He knew deep down she wouldn’t believe that excuse, because there was no way in hell she didn’t know what he was doing. His face was flushed so hot with shame he felt like he might puke right then. 

He wanted to die.

“Yeah…I think I do that, too, sometimes,” she laughed awkwardly, shuffling to the door in a rush. “Thanks for the charger. Night.”

“Goodnight, Kels,” Nick said back, but she was already gone. He heard the soft click of her bedrooom door and collapsed back into his pillow, cursing at himself, “You fucking dumbass.”

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He is H U G E

RIP TO ME

#his shoulders #look at how broad he is #bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens band

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He knows exactly what he's doing

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my coworker on the phone: “can you hear me?”

me whispering to myself: “through the white noise?!?!”

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Ahhhh, you're piece of art...🔥

Did I go red for the Bad Omens show next week? Yes I did. ❤️🥷♾️🈲

My outfit is secured. So stoked.

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Desolate Love • N.S

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader (oneshot)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst.

Prompt: His October eyes sang secret confessions as he poured his soul into the melodies of desolate love; but you weren't meant to be sung for, even if you loved each other first.

Authors note: I have never written anything like this publically before, but I'm feeling a little sad and angsty lol. I hope you enjoy the words that came from my heart. (ps. I know many on the taglist are here for smut, and this isn’t smut, but I'm just re-using tags since I'm not sure who enjoys what! Pls let me know if you don't want to be tagged in all things!!)

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No one talks about the grief of a loss that was never yours to mourn.

He got a tattoo; a constant reminder of the pain.

A reminder of what once was.

A reminder of what would never be.

You wrote unspoken words in your diary, quarrels that would never be said aloud.

Words that confessed years of feelings, years of silenced affections.

As your fingers grazed over the pages of yearning within the leathered journal, your heart reminisced the ache for unattainable amour.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you let out a quiet sob, unsure why you were even crying for someone who was never yours.

He consumed your mind; the way he smiled at you the day you met; his contagious laughter that danced through the walls in grandeur.

“Is this Henderson’s gym class?”

The voice behind startled you, and you turned, meeting a pair of ochre eyes. The stutter that left your lips caused your face to warm in embarrassment, as the messy brunette locks that fell across the boy’s features left you captivated.

“Yeah, I think so?” Your brows furrowed as you second-guessed yourself, even though you double-checked the classroom timetable a thousand times.

His lips spread into a dancing grin, his slight buck teeth chewing playfully on his bottom lip in shyness.

“Cool,” He stuck out his hand, long fingers wrapping around yours, “Noah.”

“Y/N,” You returned the smile, your ears heating as his October gaze never left yours.

You pulled away, briefly glancing down at his shirt, immediately excited.

“You like blink-182?”

Noah looked down at his shirt, pointing at it, “Oh yea, I fucking love them.”

He glanced up at you, fixated, “Do you?”

You nodded excitedly, “They’re probably my favourite band at the moment, other than the 1975, and Oasis, and-” you began to ramble, but stopped, afraid to embarrass yourself anymore than you felt you had.

Something flickered within his eyes at that moment; something you never noticed.

“Wonderwall?” He asked.

A song that became yours.

The burned CD he gave you collected dust in the corner of your room, aged and scratched from years of use. The disk player sat untouched, left as a painful reminder from when the tunes that played were melodies of hope; melodies of elation.

These feelings of grief consumed you, engulfing you into an overwhelming feeling of remorse.

The waves of heartbreak came and left, nostalgia shielding your anguish when memories flooded in.

No one ever filled you with such devotion and desire as he did; and throughout the naivety, you could have sworn it to be love.

It was the way Noah would shout your name from across the room when he saw you, or the way he would cover your eyes, asking you to guess who.

Every time you would laugh, placing your hands on top of his, saying you weren’t sure.

But you knew every time.

His long fingers would twirl your hair when he sat behind you in class, tugging the strands playfully before running his nails over your scalp.

“I just like your hair,” He’d say.

And whenever he picked up his guitar in the band room, he would strum the chords to your song, as if inviting you to listen to his lyrical confessions.

His texts consisted of using silly nicknames, and an overload of emojis to express his feelings. It was over the top, almost as if he was afraid he never came across as genuine enough without them.

Late night conversations went on for hours, laughing at the random stories and memories exchanged through flirtatious banter. You wanted to tell him everything about you, and learn everything about him.

You wanted to know his favourite colour, and what cologne he wore. His goals and dreams intrigued you, his fears and dislikes alluring.

You began to like the things he did, just to have something to talk about. You watched the shows he recommended and googled the things you didn’t know. Anything for him.

Noah would tell you how proud he was of you if you shared an accomplishment, or how pretty you looked when you wore your hair down.

He told you he loved your sneakers, and the way your oversized sweaters engulfed your body.

“You could wear mine,” He said, “You look good in my clothes.”

He would grab your hands, drawing silly pictures in Sharpie. It always left you frustrated when the image of an scribbled smiley face barely faded with each scrub.

But really, you would stare at it in admiration, blushing at the thought of his fingers brushing against yours.

“You like him, don’t you?” Your best friends pried, causing you to flush in embarrassment.

“He doesn’t like me like that,” You sighed, shaking your head, “We’re just friends.”

Just friends don’t play with each others hair like that.

Just friends don’t call each other pretty.

Just friends don’t text each other all night long.

“Is it easier to just pretend?”

Time went on, and your heart fluttered at every smile Noah shared with you, and at every word you exchanged.

The daily good morning and goodnight texts left you melting, succumbing your heart to his as he claimed it for his own.

Deep down, you knew he liked you more than just a friend. The way he treated you was special; there was no way that was how friends treat friends.

N: “Hey, your crush 100% likes you back.”

You: “Uhh hey? How would you know?”

N: “Well, I know who you like.”

You: “I guarantee you don’t.”

N: “Hmm, but I do? And I know he likes you back.”

You: “Sure Noah, haha. Go to bed.”

N: “I’m just saying. He likes you. Goodnight Y/N <3”

With a spiralling mind, your heart hammered.

Did he know how you felt about him? Did he just confess his feelings?

Hope.

It wasn’t until he pulled you into the storage closet a week later, that sorrow knocking down any previous signs of faith.

Torn.

“Y/N, I just wanted to talk… but I know you have feelings for me.”

His eyes bore into your own, sorrowful and sullen.

“Look,” he began, grabbing your hands in his, eyes glancing at your entwined fingers, “I- I just promised myself to someone else. My girl- ex-girlfriend, is coming here, and the reason we broke up was because I transferred.”

He began to ramble, unable to look into your eyes as he confessed his worries. Your heart began to shatter as you forced a small smile. Pulling your hands from his you placed them on his shoulders, causing him to pause.

“Noah,” You said softly, the words leaving your mouth a blatant lie, “It’s ok. I understand.“

His shoulders fell as he watched you. He brought you into a hug, squeezing you against his body, holding onto you.

Ludicrous. Empty.

You cried, your knees held to your chest in comfort as a shield from the feelings of abandonment. How could you be so naive?

You: “Just wanted to say thank you for telling me. I’m sorry if my feelings complicate things, I care about you a lot Noah.”

N: “I’m sorry, for everything. You mean a lot to me, and I care about you. ”

You: “If you knew who I liked all along… why did you say that my crush liked me back?”

It took him almost an hour to respond.

N: “Because I do like you Y/N. I like you a lot… but I promised myself to someone.”

The tears that fell from your face that night left you parched and broken, your world-shattering.

You found someone else a year later. Love that fulfilled your every need, someone to cherish you for you. It was someone who gave you everything; but your mind selfishly always wandered back to him.

You didn’t know that the day he found out you became spoken for, was the day he broke into a million pieces from a whole.

His heart was mutilated, head spinning with uncontrollable thoughts of regret.

How could he have let you slip through his fingers? All for some what-ifs?

He pretended to be happy for you.

Years passed, and you both grew. Both changed, both matured.

You got a ring, and Noah played in a band. You went to every show, you still showed up, even though you knew you were always a second choice.

He watched you the whole time as his fingers traced the strings of the guitar, and your heart yearned for him; screaming and aching and crying that you were just a body in the room.

It wasn’t until he found someone, that you told yourself it wasn’t healthy to fixate on past uncertainties.

It was rare you went to shows now. But when you did, you watched as he stood on that stage and sung; his smile brilliant and just for her.

But then you would meet his gaze, and you knew that the ochre was always for you. Forever yours.

His October eyes sang secret confessions as he poured his soul into the melodies of desolate love.

But you weren’t his: you weren’t mean’t to be sung for.

Some nights you called him drunk. You told him you missed him, that you wanted him to know you think about him all the time.

He told you he missed your voice, and how he wished you two still called.

He said he was happy you found someone to love you, because you deserved to be loved.

You knew he was lying.

It was the last time you talked, until you saw him sitting in the audience as you walked down the aisle, marrying a man you loved. A man who promised himself to you forever. A man who chose you first. A man who was not him.

Noah asked for your hand, he asked you for a dance. Your bodies swayed one last time in a synchronized beat, but just as friends; as desolate lovers.

You never listened to Wonderwall again.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you let out a quiet sob, unsure why you were even crying for someone who was never yours. You were meant to be happy now.

As your fingers grazed over the pages of yearning within the leathered journal, your heart reminisced the ache for unattainable amour.

A reminder of what would never be.

A reminder of what once was.

Noah got a tattoo; a constant reminder of the pain.

No one talks about the grief of a loss that was never yours to mourn.

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Underground fighter Noah: part 4

MDNI. 18+ Tw: blood/violence/fighting/injury.

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~Noah's POV~

That following week, as I was entering the ring, I looked over at the crowd, and I saw y/n again. I bit back a smile, as the bell rang, and the count down to the match began. As soon as Zero was called, I was swinging at the opponent.

it was almost a blur as the fight continued. the same repetition of punches, blocks, dodges, and sweeping their feet out from under them was muscle memory. Second nature.

then before I knew it, it was the fourth round.

I felt a hard hit to my nose that sent me stumbling back. The ref stopped the match. They tried to get me back to my corner but I shook them off and we continued the match.

"You're going soft, Sebastian! why you so distracted huh??" The opponent taunted.

I took a deep breath, and looked at him as anger boiled in my blood. I exhaled and approached him calmly. I grabbed his jaw firmly, and I headbutted him.

he stumbled and collapsed. I went back to my corner and sat. the ref counted down, and then raised my hand in victory.

then someone from the crowd yelled something about police sirens, so we all cleared out.

as I headed to my car, I heard her voice. "Sebastian!" y/n called. I stopped and turned. She jogged over. She lightly smiled. "Hey.. Um.. I have some medical supplies if that's alright? I mean I know you're tired.. but that was.. a little more brutal than last week.. So.. Do you want me to maybe patch things up?" She asked oddly shy, unlike last week.

"What's up with you? Why you acting all shy and awkward?" I asked her.

She paused. "Oh um.. y-you.. seemed angry.. earlier.. I didn't want to bother you.." She said softly.

I softly smiled. "You're never a bother little miss future doctor, y/n. It's just those guys in the ring keep talking shit.. but I'm glad to see you." I replied fondly.

She warmly smiled and it eased my nerves. I sat on a bench, and she carefully undid my hand wraps. she grabbed a water bottle. She slowly and carefully poured it over my knuckles. I hissed at how ice cold it was.

"I know.. but the colder it is, the better. it slows the blood flow and helps numb it a little easier, so it'll be easier to take care of it." She explained softly.

I softly smiled at how soft and tentative her voice was. "And then the worst part." She sighed softly, gently pouring some hydrogen peroxide on the cuts on my knuckles and dabbing at the cut on my nose.

I hissed at the stinging, and she frowned. "I'm sorry.. I always hate this part too." She murmured.

I softly chuckled. "ah it's fine. nothing I'm not used to little miss future doctor y/n. don't worry too much about me now." I teased her.

she softly laughed. "Are you going to call me that every time? Do I gotta call you something too? Like big bad and bloody? Or mister rock em sock em robots? Hmm?" She teased me in return.

I laughed at her nicknames. "I remember that game from when I was a kid!" I replied fondly.

she giggled and nodded. "Me too. I used to be competitive.. I hated losing that game to my siblings, cause we always made bets.. and it was always one of us had to do the other's laundry or dishes for a week. or one of us had to make the other, breakfast, for a week." She reminisced, as she carefully put ointment over the cuts, then cut some gauze.

She carefully placed fresh bandages over my knuckles as I laughed at her memories. "I used to start pillow fights that would leave the living room or either of our bedrooms looking like a tornado hit it.. I was such an aggressive child." She reminisced.

we laughed together, as she carefully put a bandage on on my cut nose and then wrapped the gauze around my knuckles.

"Well no wonder you like coming to the underground fights. sounds like that inner child is stubborn on sticking around." I told her fondly.

She softly chuckled. "Maybe.. but I mean, it helps me destress after classes.. so I can't complain." She told me.

I fondly smiled and nodded.

"All patched up mister rock em sock em robots." She teased me.

I laughed! "that's deserved!" I replied happily.

She grinned playfully and nodded. "Deserved indeed. Now we're even." She replied.

I rubbed her head. "Now we're even." I replied fondly.