My Thoughts Taint Your Look [ a regretevator partybeetle au ] [SMUTFIC]

Tears

( TW for self harm mentions )

It was the next day. The sunny lights crept into the room, making Pest wake up first like last time. He looked around in his surroundings, confused about what happened the night before. He was quickly reminded of the events last night when he looked at who was clinging next to him. It was Poob, still cuddling Pest in their sleep. Pest couldn't help but stare at Poob's state. They were so cute when they were asleep...wait. What the hell were they even thinking? What even were their feelings towards them now? It was so confusing. Did he even like Poob? At least as a friend? He didn't want to think about it too hard, it would just make his head hurt. Trying his best to not wake up Poob, Pest got up to start his day. As he put his clothes and cap on, he remembered he had something to do. He remembered how scarred Poob's legs were. He couldn't just leave the house first without making sure they wouldn't try to cut again when he was gone. He looked over at Poob's drawer, opening it quietly to see what was in it. Among other things, he quickly noticed some razors, grabbing them carefully to not accidentally hurt himself and pocket them. As he searched, he noticed a bottle of aphrodisiacs. He quickly remembered a small detail of Poob back at the party, when they went to the bathroom to take something. That detail and how horny they were that night build up an implication that just left more questions. [ ...なぜ彼はこれらの薬を服用することにしたのですか? ] he asked himself, deciding to just leave it there. He didn't want to question it. Besides, he had a task to do before Poob woke up. Pest closed the drawer and left Poob's bedroom, going to other places in their apartment to look for more things that could harm Poob. He managed to throw out anything he could find, now wondering what to do. Since he felt a little hungry he could just make breakfast again. He went to Poob's fridge and got some eggs, this time enough to feed both him and Poob. He got out a frying pan and put it on the stove to heat it up, wondering when exactly Poob will wake up.

Poob woke up later, the first thing they noticed being that Pest was not sleeping with them anymore. Seeing him gone gave him a somber feeling, but they quickly put some optimism in it. " Maybe he just went to make breakfast like last time. '' They said to themselves. They sat up and thought about what happened last night. It was super hot. The sex they had was so passionate. It felt as if they were a couple that night, feeling more love and care than lust. But all they could feel now was...regret. Disgust, guilt, and regret. They were so disgusted in themselves. How could they let themselves seduce Pest just so they spend just a little more time with him? The horrible feeling lingered as they thought about how gross they were for that, tears forming in their eyes. Pest most definitely saw them as a slut now. They couldn't handle the disgusting feeling anymore. They felt so disgusting and dirty they needed to do something. Anything to relieve the stress. They opened their drawer to find...nothing. Their blades weren't there. It was obvious someone had dug through their belongings. Their confused eyes widened as they pieced together what could've happened, the guilt building up. [ ...he saw the cuts, didn't he? ] they thought to themselves. Nobody besides the people they hooked up in parties noticed their scars, and even if they did they just didn't give two shits. Why didn't Pest just move on from that? Why did he go out of his way to confidscate everything while they were still asleep? Why did he have to act like he cared for them? Poob got out from the comfort of their bed, knowing they had to start their day now. They changed from their pajamas to their usual outfit, grabbing their bedsheets to put them in the washer. Getting finished with that task, they walked over to see if they could find Pest.

Pest got finished putting two plates of sunny side eggs on the dining table, sitting down and getting ready to eat. He looked up once he heard footsteps, seeing that Poob was now awake. The both quietly stared at each other, not knowing what to say to each other. " ...hello. '' Pest greeted. Poob was still quiet, sitting down across from Pest. They didn't even notice Pest made breakfast for them. they looked down as Pest looked over in a sort of concern. " ...you went through my stuff, didn't you? '' Poob asked. Pest nodded in response. " if you're talking about what I'm thinking about, yeah. you won't find them anywhere, I already threw them out. " He said. Poob didn't respond at first. They didn't mean to make Pest worry for their well being. They didn't mean to make him feel like he had to do something. They didn't mean to put their problems onto him. " ...why? '' they replied. " What made you do that? Don't you...hate me? '' Pest stayed silent, thinking of a response. If there was one thing he wasn't good at, it was saying something positive to another person. After what seemed like forever, he gave out a sigh.