#crying three million tears rn

[busysavingtheuniverse]

the most commonly used example of 'the grass is greener on the other side' is that everyone with straight hair wishes they had curly hair and vice versa, but that's BULLSHIT. maybe if someone with straight hair randomly got stuck with curly hair for a month and had to figure out all of the random extra bullshit you need to take care of it THEY would literally cry and beg for their original hair back, but if you gave ME straight hair i would literally never regret it. you couldn't pay me to get it back

[stargazingezekiel]

"Fear i and only i, as i am not scared to use my power against you."

She says as she gazes upon millions.

"Fear i and only i, as i am the last one left."

She says as she stares lifelessly into his eyes.

"Fear i and only i, as i can see your every movement."

It says to the three who were discussing a plan.

"Fear i and only i as.. I've.. made a mistake.."

She says as she breaks down into tears, crying, feeling guilty upon seeing millions dead. Showing that she has feelings and that she is also a living being, not just some "immortal being."

Im feeding yall early lore rn 😋 (might change since it feels so eugh EUG-)

[absolutelynooneaskedforthis]

MILLION DOLLAR GIRL

Cole McWard x Old Money!reader

for clarification y/n is not related to the hughes she’s just rlly close with them and is practically a sister to them and Trevor. The title is a play on “Million Dollar Man” by Lana Del Rey

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y/n.user one for the money, and two for the show 🫶🏻💋

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_quinnhughes leave my son ALONE.

jackhughes when do i get to meet the little guy?

y/n.user Jack Rowden Hughes i swear to god.

jackhughes sorry mom

colemcward what am i marrying into

-quinnhughes who said anything abt marrying?

y/n.user this is why i said don’t say anything 🤦🏻‍♀️

colemcward i had fun seeing you cry over paintings from 200 years ago!! 💚

y/n.user this is not funny (i love you) 💙

user1 i will cry

_quinnhughes me too tbh

trevorzegras y/n can pull?!?

y/n.user do you not remember senior year?

trevorzegras NVM ABANDON SHIP ABORT MISSION 🚨🚨

y/n.user that’s what i thought Zegras

colemcward what happened senior year 🤨

trevorzegras nothing coley

_quinnhughes he had a HUGE crush on y/n and wanted to asked her to prom

trevorzegras i then realized that she was basically my sister and i told her abt it like two months later before she moved to Ohio and i lost feelings LMAO

y/n.user HE ALMOST ASKED ME TOO I REMEMBER WE WERE IN SCIENCE AND HE WENT TO ASK ME SOMETHING AND STUMBLED ON HIS WORDS LMAOO

trevorzegras Sweet mother of Christ

colemcward I’M CRYING JESUS

y/n.user hes literally crying rn i’m not kidding

trevorzegras i’m glad one of us thinks this is funny

jackhughes HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABT THIS?!?

lhughes_06 you were too busy with your gf at the time 🙄

_quinnhughes yeah jack we tried to tell you but you didn’t think it was funny

jackhughes i cannot recall this

lhughes_06 it was the night y/n did her taylor swift album slideshow

jackhughes OH YES I DO REMEMBER LMAOO

y/n.user you got pissed at me that i put 1989 and speak now at 1 and 2

jackhughes BECAUSE FEARLESS IS SEVERELY UNDERRATED

y/n.user I PUT IT AT 3??

jackhughes IT DESERVES A FIRST PLACE GOLD PRIZE

colemcward do you still have the slideshow @/y/n.user ??

y/n.user yes, Cole

colemcward i know what we’re doing tonight…🤗

y/n.user sweet baby christ

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colemcward she’s kinda like a prettier jesus 💙💚

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y/n.user i love you so much oh my god

colemcward i love you too, pretty girl

_quinnhughes i will vomit (this is so cute)

trevorzegras you’re ruining the moment, huggy

colemcward yeah dad. stop.

y/n.user DAD IS SO FUNNY UR KIDDING

_quinnhughes is this what having kids feels like?

jackhughes you would know, father of the year 🏆

trevorzegras be nice to my sister

y/n.user we’re not related, Z

colemcward i don’t intend to hurt her ever. i’m being so dead serious rn

trevorzegras he passed.

y/n.user TREVOR ELIZABETH ZEGRAS

trevorzegras JOKES ON YOU I DON’T HAVE A MIDDLE NAME HAHA

colemcward you have one now. And it’s Elizabeth

trevorzegras ik 😔

jackhughes BRING HIM TO NJ SO WE CAN GO TO NYC TOGETHER PLEASE

y/n.user STOP BEGGING MY BOYFRIEND TO GO SEE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA WITH YOU

colemcward I WILL GO IF SHE LETS ME JACK I PROMISE 🫡

y/n.user fine.

colemcward YESSS

jackhughes WE WONN

y/n.user not quite…

jackhughes you’re coming too?!

y/n.user 🤗

jamie.drysdale DUDE THE VAN GOGH EXIBIT IS SO FREAKING COOL

colemcward IK WE WERE TRIPPING OUT IT WAS SO FUN

y/n.user we both cried too 😊

colemcward we said that would never leave the museum

y/n.user i had my legs crossed

colemcward DAMN IT

y/n.user FORGET ALL THE TEARS YOU’VE CRIED

colemcward ITS OVEERRRRR

trevorzegras IT’S A NEW STATE OF MIND

y/n.user ARE YOU COMING MY BABY?!

jackhughes we can NOT let the three of them in the same house together. Ever.

y/n.user the lake house should be fun…

jackhughes QUINNN

_quinnhughes what do you want me to do?

jackhughes take care of them.

_quinnhughes why? solar power is literally one of the best songs on Lorde’s discography

jackhughes you too?! i’ve been betrayed

lhughes_06 get used to it, Jackeline. In this house, we stan Lorde

jackhughes quinny doesn’t live with us?

lhughes_06 THE METAPHORICAL HOUSE ROWDY

y/n.user you tell ‘em lukey pookie

_quinnhughes i hope you all seek help before i have to share a house with you this summer

colemcward don’t worry, dad. well fix em up before june !!

_quinnhughes thanks, son

y/n.user crying rn bc of my boyfriend and his father 🥹

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS A JOKE!!!?! I"M REALLY OUT HERE UGLY CRYING OVER A BAMBOO HAT???!!!

I ThoUGHT ALL THE EMOTIONAL PARTS WERE DONE!!!! DOWNFWJNWNFLWFNLW

Damn, this part wjnwkjfnwlfn, I think this paragraph speaks for itself

“You aren’t the God of Misfortune, but they would rather believe that you are, unwilling to believe you aren’t,” White No-Face said. “Once upon a time, you defied the heavens and created rain for Yong'an, yet now they won’t even donate a cup of water to you. To pierce you with a hundred swords might have been done out of desperation, but now, they’re not even willing to do something simple like helping you pull out a sword; they all found the task too difficult.

I know I already put my reaction up there for this scene but it deserves a second reaction:

The rain seemed to have stopped.

No.

The rain didn’t stop. It was something that was placed over his head, helping him block off that pouring rain!

Xie Lian whipped his head up to look, and saw someone crouched before him, pressing that bamboo hat that was on his own head on Xie Lian’s head.

…It was that man who was just cussing loudly at him!

IT WAS AN ACTION OF ONE SMALL INSIGNIFICANT MAN, ONE WHOSE NAME WE WILL NEVER KNOW AND HE DID AN ACT THAT WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR CENTURIES T-T IT WAS THE ACT OF A MAN WHO CHOSE TO PUT ASIDE DIFFERENCES TO HELP A FELLOW PERSON! IT WAS THE ACT OF GIVING UP YOUR OWN PERSONAL COMFORT TO PROVIDE COMFORT TO SOMEONE ELSE! IT WAS SUCH A FORGETTABLE ACT THAT SAVED MILLIONS OF LIVES NOT JUST NOW, BUT IN THE FUTURE! IT WAS SO SMALL YET SO LARGE THAT NO ONE PERSON COULD CONTAIN THE MAGNANIMITY OF THIS ACT I CANT IM ACC CRYING FROM THIS I CANT FONWOFINOQFNOEF

IT TOOK JUST ONE PERSON TO BRING HIM BACK! ONE PERSON OH M GOD I CaNt I cant my heart is so overwhelmed rn It's like suddenly the initial stabbing scene doesn't matter anymore, yknow?! There is still kindness left in this cruel ugly world, it's like no matter how harsh the land, there will always be a small white flower growing even when there is no water or light I CANT WJNWJNCWLNCLKW

“I SAID FUCK YOU!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THIS?? I AM THE CROWN PRINCE!!!”

Upon his face, two lines of tears were already streaming down from his eyes.

One person. Just one.

Really.

Just one person was enough!

INCOHERET SCREAMING

Under the rain, Xie Lian was holding that sword up, and he said darkly, “As long as you use this sword to pierce me, you won’t be affected by the Human Face Disease.”

I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND

'MY DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE' IWBIWUBCC HE DIDN'T FORGET HIS DREAM I AM FULL ON SOBBING OFHWHFWIHFWHFW

Xie Lian had his back turned to him. “If a day isn’t enough, then let it take a month; if a month won’t do then two months, three months! If I can’t save ten thousand, then I’ll save a thousand; if I can’t save a thousand then I’ll save a hundred, TEN, EVEN IF IT’S ONLY ONE!!!”

AND IT IS THE SAME PEOPLE SHOWING HIM KINDESS SNJSSJSJ OH MY GOOOOODDD

Xie Lian didn’t receive the excruciating pain he anticipated, but instead there was a loud and clear, “YOU CAN’T!!”

“…”

He whipped his head over to look. The one who knocked that black sword down was actually that little water merchant!

Ok I am obsessed with this random old woman lol

The wife of that little merchant kept elbowing him, but when she heard that she instantly exploded, yelling with her face red, “MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT, WHO’S SHORTCHANGING?? COME THE HELL OUT AND SAY THIS TO MY FACE!”

ahh so he chose banishment of his own will the second time. I dunno why baby boi was so ashamed of his shackles. He should have worn them with pride. Honestly, knowing how they came about, I don't think any crown he could ever wear would be compared to the beauty of these shackles T-T

Also it's super cute how he's helping build Mu Qing and Feng xin's temples, like an act of paying them back all they did in the past. And also love how he's trying to get their followers to get along (foreshadowing him matchmaking them in the future mayhaps?)

My heart cracked a little (not that it wasn't already cracked enough lol)

Jun Wu looked at him intently, and after a long while, he said, “Xianle has grown up.” This should’ve been something Xie Lian heard from his elders. Unfortunately, his father and mother had no more chances to say it.

wait Jun Wu killed White-No face in FRONT of Xie Lian....what in the heck is going on?!?!?!?! I am the edge of my seat!!

THE WHOLE HUA CHENG SCENE WHAT THE HELL I CANT IT"S LIKE CAN THESE TWO CALM DOWN!!!!! IF YOUR DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE MY DREAM IS ONLY YOU AND HE LIVED UP TO IT I WILL CRY I CAN'T PLZ COME BACK HUA CHENG I AM BROKEN BEYOND WORDS

He said to it, “I hope we shall meet again.”

Even after he had gone into the distance, that tiny, little red flower was still dancing in the wind.

The white flower and the red flower T-T

IT WAS ALWAYS ONE PERSON THAT HE NEEDED TO BELIEVE IN HIM AS WELL AND THAT ONE PERSON AS BEEN WITH HIM ALL ALONG I AM CRYING BDUFJDJDJFJFJFJFJJDJFJFJFJ I CANT FJCJCJJVJFKFKD PLZ DJDJXJJDJDJD THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

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i did not expect the last 3 chapters to be so wild, but damn....book 4 was wild. I feel like a war veteran coming out of a long drawn out battle....that I finally won...after losing so many people. I am fundamentally changed as a human, god this was insane

....and there's still book 5 left (immense dread)

[rosenallies]

may i request “tell me, which part of me wasn’t enough?”, possibly for one of the rosenali aus? thank you lovely 🩷

I need some angst rn so this is kinda a follow up to this even tho it’s been forever but basically right after they break up </3

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Three days, that’s how long Denali lied there in bed, staring at the ceiling with a pit in his stomach. It was three days but for all he knew it could have been a month or even a year. Days blended into nights and it all felt like one long fever dream he couldn’t wake up from.

Not until the 4th day when he heard keys jingling outside the front door. There was no one else it could have been besides Rosé. A glimmer of hope flickered in Denali.

“Denali?” He heard Rosé call from the living room. He couldn’t bring himself to answer but Rosé’s footsteps grew closer, making Denali sit up in bed for the first time in days, swallowing down the lightheaded-ness he felt from days of crying and not much food or water.

“There you are,” Rosé said, more matter of factly than Denali felt comfortable with. It made his stomach churn, but he still held onto a bit of hope that he’d take him in his arms and tell him that he didn’t mean that they should break up, that Rosé loved him and wanted to make things work.

They stared at each other for a moment, at a loss for what to say, a gentle “I’m sorry” and “I love you” hung on the tip of Denali’s tongue, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, Rosé cleared his throat.

“I just wanted to come get my things.”

Rosé might as well have broken up with him twice with the way his heart dropped. “O-okay,” he stammered, trying to swallow back his tears. If he were stronger he would have screamed at him to leave, that he’d send his shit back in a box, but no matter what he knew he’d let Rosé hurt him a million times over and over again, so he stayed quiet and watched as Rosé threw things in a box.

It was only after the box was halfway full did Denali speak, his voice vulnerable like Rosé had never heard it. “Tell me, which part of me wasn’t enough.”

“Nali-“ Rosé started, only for Denali to interrupt him.

“Is it the way I look? Am I too clingy? Do I not want to have sex enough? Please, tell me,” he pleaded desperately.

Sighing, Rosé sat on the bed beside him. “It isn’t any of that. It’s not you, I promise.”

Fully crying, Denali took a heaving breath. “It’s not me, it’s you, right? You couldn’t at least make something else up? You had to go with the cliche line everyone says when they can’t just be fucking honest with how they feel!”

“Denali,” Rosé warned, “please, don’t do this.”

“What? Do I not deserve an explanation? After three years you’re just going to forget about me?”

Rosé ran a hand over his face tiredly. “I’m not going to forget about you. I could never forget about you. I just-I can’t do this right now. I can’t-I have to go, whatever’s left you can just keep.”

“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”

Rosé stopped in his tracks, breathing out through his nose. “That isn’t true,” he muttered.

He didn’t give Denali the chance to say anything back before he was storming out of the bedroom where Denali had been holed up for days. He didn’t look back before walking out the front door, slamming it behind him while he pretended not to hear Denali crying out in anguish loud enough for him to hear it beyond the closed front door of the place they used to call their own.

[kashimos-hajime]

ABT TO CRY I GET SO SWAMPED UP WITH MY FINALS I FORGET MY COMFORT GETO FIC EXISTS 💔

FIRST OF ALL??? HELP I MISSED SM. GETO ASKS YN OUT, THEY CONFESS TO EACH OTHER AND ARE NOW DATING??? OBVIOUSLY JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG BUT PULLING MY HAIR OUT OVER HERE HOLY CRAP.

okay okay can i just say that out of all the updates you have uploaded by far, the written chapter a few days is just my absolute favourite ever??? it is so amazingly written and paced so well and it left me wanting to tear my hair out (in a good way ofc). the tension, the ‘baby’ (not new) and ‘flower’ (very new and rly rly cute), the way u write yn watching geto dance, aND JUST EVERYTHI NG HELLO???? DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE WALTZ(?) THE KISS THE CONFESSION ASVDHSV MY HEART. and then my ‘things are going too well 🤨’ instinct kicked in and then:

‘He already knows what he’s decided: he can’t tell you. He can’t tell you the truth. Not after this.’

THIS IS GONNA KICK THEM IN THE ASS SO BAD I ALREADY FEEL BAD FOR YN 😭 i rly hope we get to see either (or both) maki and shoko beat satosugu’s asses coz ngl its kinda deserved. also BOOO SUKUNA JAILTIME IDK IF HE DID IT FOR A REASON YN MY BABYGIRL MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW MY BELOVED DESERVED BETTER

and gosh its so nice to see them together now but i can’t even relax because i’m so prepared for geto’s poorly hidden secret to get revealed girl plz go easy on us readers my heart can only take so much :,)

also username kashimos-hajime u write so beautifully i swear once school gives me a break im binging every single thing u’ve ever written i admire whatever time, skill and effort it took to complete such a masterpiece and i would like and reblog every single update a million times if i could.

this is so long i’m so sorry i wanna say more but it doesn’t seem right 😭 thank you for three amazing updates and i hope u are having ur favourite meal rn <333

ur literally the cutest human omg. first off! i hope your finals went well!!! glad you enjoyed getting caught up :)

i really loved writing the written chapter too bc i was like FINALLY they're together 😭😭😭 i wanted them to get it together and the timing just worked out and yeah!! i think because they are so emotionally... immature (is the best way i can put it) neither of them would have the guts to be like "we are going on a date at a restaurant and getting to know each other" LOOOL

(everything every character does in this fic has a reason that isn't just they're a dickhead and mean, including sukuna ;) so we'll see)

and yeah :((( i feel like every day suguru just digs himself into a deeper hole because he finally has someone who understands him really well because yn has a better understanding what the loss of one's own self can do to someone. yn is understanding and fundamentally kind, but she also has a hubris of self-preservation, so the instant getou's truth is revealed, it won't be pretty.

thank you so much for this wonderful ask!! as always, your reviews really brighten up my day and your enthusiasm is really inspiring. thank you!!

[snickerdoodlles]

("what the fuck, you actually body snatched my nong!" "this is NOT my fault-")

so. Porsche be having A Week:

he fucked his boss and now he's having a crisis about having fucked his boss and it's a jumbled mess because he was drugged but he wanted to fuck his boss then but he regrets it now but also he never got to process any of it before Kinn put him in his place-

needless to say: Kinn's sad puppy eyes trailing after him everywhere he goes right now is not fucking helping

Porsche can't regret not just running away with Chay when they had the chance because the thought of abandoning their parents' home makes him feel sick, but BOY is he grumbling like he does rn

to make matters even worse, Khun's demanded his presence at movie night no less than seven times in the last two days

luckily (bizarrely) Khun doesn't punish Porsche the first time he ignored his summons, so he's just gonna...keep avoiding that for now. the conses will quence eventually but eventually is not right now and Porsche is going to take the fucking breather until seeing a Theerapanyakul doesn't make him want to break a window.

("that b-rated flop, how dare he!!!" "punish my brother for this and I'll shred all your pillows." "he needs to come! I need my nong back and he's being stupid about it!!" "and your robes!." "ungrateful brats, both of you!!!")

then come a summons Porsche can't ignore: Korn

and this week just keeps fucking getting better!

except yeah, actually, this is better because the guy's offering him time off to think things over????

why the fuck are all these Theerapanyakuls acting so WEIRD

not that Porsche gives a shit

he's still raw and bruised from Kinn's "lesson," he barely waits long enough to be dismissed before he's booking it out the door. he doesn't even stop by his room to back a bag. he only turns around to flip off the building when he's a safe three blocks away.

(further up the tower, Khun, who was laying out his grandmaster plan to get Porsche alone (aka "I make him take me to Hum Bar..." "...yeah?" "HE TAKES ME TO HUM BAR!"), gets interrupted by his Pete alert reporting in that Porsche got time off

"WHAT!" "good! try to stop my hia from his well deserved break and I'm grabbing the scissors-" "CHAY! you're HERE!" "duh, and I'm- oH SHIT")

Porsche, very much looking forward to squeezing the stuffing out of his beloved little brother after his extremely shitty week, gets as far as two steps inside his gate before he freezes because that's not his brother

not-Chay assesses him in a distinctly not-Chay manner before he sighs and pinches the bridge of his in a very not-Chay-like way

"how the fuck did you tell so fast?" "WHAT'VE YOU DONE WITH MY BROTHER YOU FUCKING BASTARD-"

(and it! just! keeps! fucking! getting! better!)

it's at this point when stupid Kinn comes stumbling past the gate like he can't figure out where to put his stupid feet-

which is also when Porsche properly looks between weird-Kinn's wet puppy eyes and not-Chay's furrowed brow and his brain does a blip where he mentally overlays the two expressions on each other and-

"Chay?!," Porsche gasps, reaching for Kinn's body

"h-hia!" Chay blubbers, finally getting his much needed hug

(things are finally, genuinely better. for Porsche and Chay at least, they're clutching and crying while Kinn tries to hide his envy that no one's hugging him.)

anyways. so.

three boys sit around the outdoor table. Kinn-as-Chay is trying to make his new baby face look intimidating instead of jealous. Chay-as-Kinn is sniffle-crying more tears in five minutes than Kinn's shed in the past three years. Porsche-as-Porsche is just trying to keep up while they lay out The Situation.

and by lay out The Situation, I mean Kinn spends most of it trying to interrogate what Chay did to cause a bodyswap. Chay snipes back a million barbs that this is not his fault, if anyone's at fault here it's absolutely the stupid hia hurter. Kinn tries to hide his flinches as Chay lasers in on all of his insecurities and grits his teeth against the overwhelming urge to be a petty bitch back to the actual teenager. Porsche mostly just clutches Chay to his chest and makes pained noises at random intervals because his brain is breaking.

after the third near-outburst because Kinn and Chay won't stop pissing each other off, Porsche decides this is above his paygrade and rides off to get a monk from the nearest temple.

he's halfway to the temple before he suddenly wheels his bike around with a hissed "shit-"

(back at the Kittisawat home, Kinn and Chay sit surrounded by men pointing guns at their heads. this has not interrupted their showdown.

"this is your fault," Chay-as-Kinn hisses. Kinn-as-Chay indulges in the bitchiest eye roll of his entire life. one of the gunmen cocks his gun incredulously before ordering them into the back of a truck.)

...Kinn and Chay bodyswap AU tho...

[sunshinereddie]

needing comfort quotes 1 & 30~ I am craving a bit of hurt/comfort rn <3

-🫀

1: “This is stupid--I’m stupid.”

after leaving myra and trying to flip his life around, eddie starts to have doubts.

he knows that he’s done what’s best for him, but still, he had house, a good job, and sure he’s never really loved his wife and the thought of going back to her makes him sick- but he can’t stop hearing his mom and his wife’s voices in his head telling him that he’s made a mistake.

eddie’s staying with richie while he gets things sorted out, but there’s a point where the voices in his head get too much, and eddie is this close to not going through with the divorce.

one night, when eddie is struggling with what to do, he’s really hard on himself for not being able to do this, and with his head in his hands and tears threatening to spill, he murmurs, “this is stupid. i’m stupid.”

now richie, of course, doesn’t put up with any of this. he loves eddie so much, and it hurts him that eddie doesn’t see how brave and strong he is as well.

richie says, “remember what i told you, back in derry?” “that i’d be the best for a sacrifice because i could fit on the barbecue?” “no, smartass- that you’re brave. fuck, you’re the bravest person i know. and i know that all of this is… scary, and confusing, and i know you’ve probably got about a million thoughts racing around in that little brain of yours, but eds, i need you to remember. you are not stupid. you’re so brave. and you can do this.”

now, this is the part where richie would have liked to end it off with a confessional “i love you”, but he doesn’t know if now is the right time. after all, eds is going through about three mid-life crises at the same time, richie doesn’t think that him confessing his 30 year love for eddie would make things any better, so he holds off-

“i love you, richie.”

richie doesn’t need to worry about his confession, because eddie beats him to it.

30: "Why can't you understand? You're too good for me!"

richie’s been struggling with his sexuality for the past 30 years. even after he and eddie finally confess their lifelong feelings for each other and get together, that struggle doesn’t disappear.

he loves eddie, and he knows that eddie loves him too, but when he’s been telling himself that what he feels is wrong for almost his entire life, it’s hard to get out of that mindset.

plus, not to mention eddie is… eddie. he’s successful, he’s put together, he wakes up before noon. meanwhile, the accomplishments richie has to show for himself are a drinking problem and shitty comedy sketches written by someone else and performed under his name. big whoop.

richie’s always admired eddie, and one day he gets down on himself thinking that eddie can do better than him. “why can’t you understand?” he asks one time in a flurry of self doubt. “you’re too good for me!”

eddie won’t put up with that. “richie, you’re the best person i know,” he says. “you’re loyal, you were always trying to protect me when we were kids. you’re the best person to talk to when i need to cry, or if i need to feel better, or... anything. you’ve always been my go-to person. you’re so... you’re so loving, and when i’m with you, i feel like the luckiest guy on earth. richie, i love you. i always have. so don’t you dare say, or even think that you’re not good enough for me. you are the man i fell in love with. and i wouldn’t change it for anything.” 

richie still has a long way to go with his self-acceptance. but he knows that with eddie by his side, well, it might be a little easier. 

“besides,” eddie says, bringing richie into his arms. “we’re both losers anyways, aren’t we?”

richie can’t help but smile.

thanks for the request! (prompts here)

[adorethedistance]

9 P.M. - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader Modern Day!AU

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide, painful breakup, and angst.

Words: 1991

Summary: Luke breaking up with you made your world stop turning, and when it finally starts moving again after four long months, Luke is back in typical agitator fashion.

A/N: Not requested, and I wrote this in about two hours so bear that in mind. I’ve been toying with an angst idea for a little bit now, and because all of my requests rn are fluff, I decided why not give Luke a little love since it’s been a minute since my last Luke fic. This isn’t proofread so proceed with caution.

“What are you doing here, Luke?” Dana’s voice cuts clear over the mindless chatter in the busy diner. She tucks a stack of menus under her arm to brush a loose strand of sandy blonde hair out of her face.

“I’m here to talk to Y/n. She isn’t returning my calls and she only has her phone on silent when she’s working.”

A solid four months ago, Luke Patterson had broken Y/n Y/l/n’s heart into a couple billion pieces in this very diner. After Luke requested to meet up as soon as possible, Y/n told him she’d be clocking out for the night around 9 PM, and true to his previous request Luke had arrived at 9 on the dot. He considered taking her to his car for more privacy but in fear of forgetting his long, crafted speech, he opted for a secluded booth in the very back corner of her diner.

He still remembers the evening, clear as day. They sat down across from one another on the red vinyl seats with nervous tension exponentially rising between them. He remembers the way she ruffled her loose hair after having it pulled back for an 8-hour shift. He remembers the way she rested her right ankle on her left knee to massage away the calf pain from 8 hours of waiting tables. And he remembers the way her warm smile disappeared after he uttered the words “I think we should break up.”

Y/n was so shocked she couldn’t respond. Everything seemed to be going well between them. They had said their first ‘I love you’s and she had even opened up to the possibility of giving him her virginity. And here he was, a mere week later, claiming that he had fallen out of love with her over the span of a month.

Tears clouded her vision. She was quick to wipe them away before they fell, something Luke noticed that she only did when she was crying out of anger. With her normal sadness or even stress she just lets her emotions run their course. But the anger swelling inside of her at that moment, she so desperately wanted to hide. As a result, she brushed them away. She bit her tongue. She saved face, not wanting to let Luke know just how much he had hurt her.

Luke expected a full-on interrogation. He knew Y/n’s mind was one of insatiable curiosity and she had to have at least a million questions. However, if she did, she didn’t show it. The only question she asked, “Is this really what you want?” Her voice was steady, but Luke knew how badly she wanted to tear him apart, to ravage him right then and there. But after losing such a huge part of herself, Luke, she held onto her dignity so tight it nearly crumbled into dust and blew out of her clenched fingers. Without asking for any more information, she slipped out of the booth and hurried to her car as fast as her walk could take her.

At the time, Luke felt guilty for making her cry. Now he feels guilty for ever having let her believe she wasn’t good enough for him. The only problem is she wouldn’t give him the chance. And her best friend, Dana, didn’t seem like she would give him one either.

“Well, she’s not here. Have you ever considered she’s not returning your calls when she’s off of work, too?”

“Dana, I need to talk to her-”

“What could you possibly have left to say, Luke? Whatever you said to her that night broke her, it absolutely destroyed her. She hasn’t been the same since.” Luke had no trouble believing that was true, which is why it hurt so bad to hear, granted it didn’t hurt as bad as how Y/n felt that night.

“What? No- I-I really need to talk to her.”

“You really don’t.”

“I have to get her back, Dana!” A tornado of shock and anger consumes Dana to the point where all she can do is let out a bitter laugh. The look in Luke’s eyes indicates how hurt he is by her laughter, and Dana’s desire for vengeance has never been so strong. So, she continues to tell the truth. The ferocious, unabridged, hurtful truth,

“You don’t deserve a second chance. You don’t even deserve an attempt at a second chance. Knowing her, Y/n would never tell you this, but I will: you fucked up so bad, you made her almost make the biggest mistake of her life.”

“What?” Luke almost hesitates to ask, knowing he won’t like the answer.

“That night, she came to my place and cried so hard for three hours before she could even get a coherent word out. She stayed with me for three days and, had my shift not ended early that Tuesday, she wouldn’t be alive today.” The dumbstruck look on Luke’s face is only more motivation for Dana to twist the knife, “She almost didn’t survive losing you, Luke. And god forbid she gives you a second chance because she won’t survive losing you again.”

The diner is just crowded enough that no one is paying the two of them any mind as they faceoff by the hostess stand. Dana spent four long months consoling her best friend back to life, and she was not about to let Luke destroy all the hard work Y/n had put into healing.

“I can make this right.”

“How could you possibly make this right?”

“I know more now than I did before. I’ve changed!”

“So has she.” Dana’s biting words render Luke speechless. Once she realizes her work here is done, she continues setting up tables as they’re disinfected.

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Luke’s conversation with Dana in the diner left him shellshocked, but it also lit a fire under his ass that he needed to move forward. Rather than discouraging him, Dana’s words gave him a greater incentive to win her back: proof that he was willing to do what he said he would. At least, that’s what Luke told himself. Rather than stepping into the future with greater clarity, Luke went into the world with confidence so large and blinding, his actions may sabotage his true intentions.

That’s how he found himself so determined to win Y/n back. And that’s how he found himself face to face with the front door of her home. It’s 9 PM, just early enough to where she’d be home for the day, just early enough to where she wouldn’t be asleep, and hauntingly just the exact time he had broken her heart all those months ago. Before giving his conviction a chance to back out, he was raising a steady hand to ring the doorbell of her residence.

Y/n opened the door without much thought, expecting a food delivery; she was drastically off-put by Luke’s presence at her doorstep this late.

“Oh.” Was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“Hi. Can we talk?”

There it was. The phrase that was a paradoxical toss-up regarding her emotional state. Half of her has been waiting for this day for so long, dreaming of the boyfriend she once knew to come genuinely heartbroken and remorseful to win her back. The other half was terrified of this impending day as she realized she wasn’t nearly as emotionally strong enough to handle the situation as she thought. 

‘Oh’ was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please just give me five minutes and if you never want to hear from me for the rest of your life, I’ll never bother you again,” he rushes out, knowing his time is finite. For what short period of time he thought it over, Luke always imagined pouring his heart out on her front doorstep. That’s why her silent sidestep and opening of the door caught him so off guard. He hadn’t anticipated her to actually give him a decent chance. Why would she? He broke up with her in the very diner she works in full time and crushed her heart so completely, the only things left behind had to be contempt and resentment.

Luke crossed the threshold of her small, cramped LA home with his heart on his sleeve. Reluctantly closing the door behind him, Y/n walks to her living room and sits on the couch amidst a mess of popcorn, her favorite chocolates, used tissues, and a bottle of Advil. The night Luke broke up with Y/n was four months ago and she’s still spending her Friday nights alone crying on her couch with a rom-com on the tv. A sharp pang of guilt cuts through Luke’s chest like a machete and his previous confidence completely dissipates into sadness. Though, he can’t tell if it’s actually remorse or just general pity.

“What did you want to talk about?” Y/n asks as if she doesn’t know what conversation they’re about to have. Luke takes a deep breath to prepare himself as best as he can before explaining what’s been on his mind.

“I am so sorry, Y/n.” His hopes for any sort of reaction are crushed once her blank stare doesn’t waver. In spite of everything that’s happened thus far, this is the moment Luke realizes this would be a lot more difficult than he anticipated. “That night, you asked if taking a break from… us was what I really wanted.”

“I remember.”

“I said yes and you left right after that. I know you’ve blocked my socials, but you haven’t blocked my calls, you just don’t answer. I’m sure you’ve got to be interested in why, you’re a very curious person.”

Luke wasn’t wrong there, Y/n had been wondering why. She had been wondering why since the words left his mouth that night, but she repressed that curiosity. She repressed it because she knew that whatever the answer was, it didn’t make any difference. Luke wasn’t hers to have anymore and that was what really mattered.

“I did it because I thought I was falling out of love with you.”

“You thought?”

“I wasn’t actually falling out of love with you.”

“You weren’t?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you break it off?”

“I thought I was falling out of love with you but really my attraction was just changing. Instead of just spontaneous and passionate and exciting, I began to see our relationship as comforting and secure as well as those other things. I thought my comfortability was falling out of love, but really, I was falling in love. I was no longer just super infatuated with you, I was in love with you. Genuine love.”

“Luke…” Y/n trails off. She has no real idea of what it is she’s thinking so she opts to let Luke continue until she can figure it out.

“I love you, Y/n. And I broke things off because, before you, I didn’t understand love. Hell, with you I didn’t understand it was love, but now I do! I love you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“So, what does this all mean?” Luke draws in a nervous breath, identical to the one he used to soothe his nerves as he stepped into the all-too-familiar house.

“I know I don’t deserve it because of what I put you through… but all I’m asking is for a chance to prove that I really do love you.” The looking shimmering across Y/n’s eyes tells Luke how her thoughts are running wild. She’s experiencing a new train of thought at a mile a minute and it terrifies both of them.

“You hurt me, Luke. And I want to hate you so much for everything that you put me through, but I don’t, and I hate myself for that. But, I’m sorry. I can’t give you a second chance.”

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[fleursowl]

James & Sirius friendship drabble

this is for @gaeilgelupin because it’s her BIRTHDAY GO WISH HAN A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN!! han i love u millions u r the james to my sirius <3

never saw one without the other, did you? you’d have thought they were brothers

it was the fourth week into the summer holidays, and James had yet to hear from Sirius

now, if you asked James, he would say he was a pretty relaxed person. prone to fits of excitement, sure, but all in all? a calm, cool, collected guy. (not everyone agreed with this)

however, his calmness had a breaking point. and that breaking point was neither him, nor remus or pete, having heard even a whisper from sirius all summer- even their two-way mirrors had been silent since sirius had arrived at grimmauld place

neither remus nor peter had heard from him either, which was particularly bugging james as no matter how bad sirius’ summers had been previously, sirius always managed to write to remus at least once

after not being able to stand james’ constant fretting any longer, euphemia had invited remus to stay midway through the summer, hoping the mild-mannered boy would be a calming influence on him

this did not have the desired effect however, as james now had a person to bounce his fretting off, and after a week into remus’ stay euphemia was beginning to feel like pulling her hair out

however, this all rose to a climax one warm august evening, where euphemia and fleamont had stayed up late playing gobstones in the living room with james and remus in an attempt to distract them from their worries

james was in the middle of doing a victory lap around the room, crowing his victory, when two bodies stumbled out of the fireplace in a pile of soot and ash and- what was that smell?

all members of the potter house jumped back in surprise, wands drawn and at the ready, only to find it was regulus clutching what looked like sirius’ body to his chest, his eyes wide and imploring

“i can’t stay, i have to go back. you have to help him- don’t ever let him come back.” he urged, depositing sirius’ body onto the carpet, and with that, he turned back and stepped into the fireplace, shouting “grimmauld place!” before disappearing in roar of flames

the firelight gave effie a chance to momentarily glimpse sirius’ face and she let out a noise james had never heard from her before, falling to her knees beside sirius on the carpet and pulling his head to rest in her lap

“fleamont, please contact dumbledore immediately. james, go get my emergency aid kit.” she commanded, her voice shaking but firm as she waved her wand over sirius’ body, her eyes intent on his twitching body

james and remus stared at sirius, lifeless in effie’s arms, and a sob escaped remus’ throat, a hand clasping over his mouth as he collapsed next to effie, desperate hands frantically trying to find something to do to help

in the meantime, james had run to get the emergency kit and passed it to his mother with shaking hands, watching her heal scar after vicious scar on sirius’ body, tapping her wand against his chest and nearly sobbing in relief when breath rushed back to sirius’ body, causing him to wake up in a rush, immediately sitting up and letting out a cry of pain, his head landing again in effie’s lap

“where’s… regulus?” he croaked out, reaching out a hand as though he thought regulus would take it. instead james stepped over, grasping sirius’ hand in his like it was a lifeline

“he’s gone back, sirius. are you…” words choked james’ throat as he surveyed the broken body of his best friend, his brother, and he turned to remus in the hope that he would be able to say something, but remus was already clutching sirius’ hand, tears pouring down his cheeks and clearly beyond speaking

after a few more minutes of tense silence, the only noise being sirius’ occasional groan or whimper of pain, james finally forced the emotions back out of his throat and managed to articulate again. “is he going to- is he going to be alright?” he stammered to his mother, and she paused momentarily in her healing of sirius to run a soothing hand through his hair

“he’s going to be just fine, he’ll just need a while to recover. is the spare bedroom tidy?” effie reassured, and james closed his eyes and thanked whoever was listening that he’d been blessed with her as a mother. “it’s tidy, but i’d rather stay with him. can’t he stay in my room with me and remus?”

euphemia potter looked up from her healing of sirius into the wide, watery eyes of her son and his best friend, and knew there would be no arguing with them. sirius would be staying in james’ room.

sirius woke up sharply the next morning in james’ bed, gasping for breath and looking around wildly. after clearly not recognising where he was, he started thrashing and crying out again, waking up james who was curled up next to him

“hey… hey, sirius, it’s me, prongs, i’m here mate, you’re at my house” james did his best to soothe the terrified boy, nervous hands flying all over his body before deciding his shoulders were the best place to rest them

“i’m at your house?” sirius whispered, wide eyes looking like they couldn’t quite believe it when james nodded back at him. “at my house. you’re safe, sirius.” “safe.” sirius repeated back to him, his hands trembling and curling over james’ chuddley cannons duvet

“safe, padfoot.” james promised, lying back next to sirius and putting a tentative arm over his bandaged chest so that even in his sleep, sirius would know he was with people who loved him

over the next few days sirius gradually grew back into himself, the worst day being when dumbledore visited and sirius was forced with trembling hands to recount the events of his last night at grimmauld place to a room of euphemia, fleamont, dumbledore, james and remus. after dumbledore had asked a few follow up questions and promised he would sort things out sirius had collapsed into remus’ waiting arms, allowing the boy to lead him back to james’ bedroom where the three boys stayed for hours, just sitting quietly in each other’s company on james’ bed

a week later the worst of sirius’ wounds had healed and he accompanied fleamont on a trip to london, which he returned from laden with bags and grinning ear to ear.

“i can stay! forever!” he crowed as soon as he got back, throwing himself at james and nearly tackling him to the ground. james couldn’t believe his luck- not only was his best friend out of the worst place he’d ever heard of, but he was moving in with him!

the three marauders immediately ran to the potters’ spare room which had been given happily to sirius. however, the thing that shocked sirius the most was that he was allowed to decorate it however he wanted- hence the trip to london with fleamont

“merlin pads, how many bloody bowie posters do you need?” james grumbled from where he was stood on top of a chest of drawers, getting his fingers tangled in spellotape as he attempted to stick up his fifth david bowie poster as of yet, snorting at sirius who was busy not helping and instead had chosen to twirl around the room to the music blasting out of his brand new record player

“oh i don’t know, i think he has more of freddie mercury.” remus grinned, ignoring sirius’ indignant protests and tugging him in by the waist to press a kiss to his hair.

sirius’ offence was of course, a pretence, as when he stood in his room in the arms of his moony watching james wobble off the chest of drawers with a yelp, crashing onto his bed, a warm feeling spread from his chest to the rest of his body, a warm feeling that he felt whenever he looked at james. james, his best friend. james, his partner in crime. james, his fellow marauder.

james, his brother.

[kaal-ee]

Company

Chapter 2: Music bank

Synopsis: Niki comes across a girl and becomes friend with her because he loved her company. Niki thinks he only likes her as a friend and likes someone else romantically and gets into a relationship with his 'crush'. But does he actually just see Y/N platonically?

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That night when niki went home, hyungs were crazy mad at niki. Everyone was super worried about where he had been for so long and why he didn't pick any of their calls.

Niki apologised for worrying them and also apologised to Sunoo for being insensitive earlier. However, he didn't tell the hyungs where he was because he thought they would tease him if he told them that he was with a girl.

*Next morning* During photoshoot, Niki had dark circles because he barely slept 3 hours as he came home late and the shoot was scheduled early in the morning.

Jungwon: Well maybe if you weren't outside yesterday night , doing heaven knows what, you wouldn't have been looking like a zombie rn.

Niki: hyunggggg :(

Jungwon: Don't pout, I'm not wrong. What in world were you doing all night yesterday?

Niki tried to make up a lie but his hyung knew him too well to not know he was lying

Niki : well... There was... This dog... That was in the street and i was playing with it ... And an elderly women needed help with reading documents because she didn't have any glasses so i was explaining her what was written and-

Jungwon: Stop lying niki.

Niki: ok so I met this pretty girl and i ended up talking to her for hours and lost track of time and didn't check my phone and I came home a soon as I saw your missed calls I'm sorry (niki said in a lightning fast speed)

Sunoo, when he heard all that, knew was the time for revenge of all the times niki teased him.

Sunoo: OMG NIKI HAS FALLEN IN LOVE WITH A GIRL HE MET LAST NIGHT OMG YOU TALKED TO HER ALL NIGHT, SO MUCH THAT YOU FORGOT TO COME BACK HOME OMG NIKI YOU ARE A SIMP YOU GREW UP SO MUCH PPPPFTTT WEREN'T YOU THE PERSON WHO TOLD ME YOU WERE AN ANTI ROMANTIC BAHAHAHAHAHAHHSHAHAHSHHSGSGHH OMG LMAO RIKI HAS A CRUSH HAHAHAHAHHSHAHSGHAHAHAH

Niki: this is why I lied T-T... I don't have a crush on her or something... It's just, she was fun to be with...

Sunghoon: NIKI FELL IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT LMAO WHAT DISNEY MOVIE IS THIS BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA

Sunoo and sunghoon teared up because they couldn't stop laughing. Niki was embarrassed as hell and ran away to the washroom because he hated the fact that he actually felt butterflies when they started teasing him about you.

After the photoshoot, heeseung asked niki if he actually liked the girl sunoo was talking about, and if yes, then what was her name, did she recognise niki and a million other questions because he went all protective mode. It wasnt wrong on his behalf to care about who his dongsaeng was into but niki thought even heeseung hyung joined them in teasing him. He still ended up sharing everything you guys talked about with heart eyes to his hyungs as if he actually fell in love at first sight. But he knew that he just thought you two clicked and he wanted to be your good friend.

During lunch, niki was about to skip it but then he remembered how sweetly you told him yesterday that he should take care of his health and decided that he wouldn't skip his meal.

After an entire day of hard work, niki got home and the only thing on his mind was how he should have asked you for your number and you two might never meet again. He decided to watch a horror movie with Sunoo to get his mind off of this, because the more he thought about it, the more sad and dumb Niki felt.

Y/N pov

Y/N went home and saw how she had 5 missed calls from Wonyoung. She decided she'd call her friend the next morning because it was too late and wonyoung always slept before midnight.

The next morning she was awaken by Wonyoung in her room, crying and apologising continuously for the way she talked to Y/N yesterday and how she couldn't bear Y/N ignoring her calls. Y/N forgave her quickly because she understood what it would be like to be an idol at such a young age.

That day Y/N skipped school and spent her time with Wonyoung, going with her to support her in her performance at inkigayo and interview at a show. Y/N was well known by the staff because Y/N and Wonyoung remained attached to the hip since Wonyoung was in iz*one and Y/N was also good friends with I've members.

2 months happened to pass. Enhypen had their comeback with the song tamed dashed, Y/N had been trying to improve her grades and Wonyoung was an mc in music bank. Wonyoung had lately been getting hated by netizens for stupid reasons and was having a hard time. Y/N made sure to support her and provide her emotional security which Wonyoung needed. Wonyoung truly cherished Y/N as a friend because she trusted that Y/N would have back even if the entire world was against her. (Which was true, Y/N loved wonyoung too)

Niki often comntemplated going to the cafe in which Y/N and he went to that day and simply ask his brother for her number. However, because of their comeback , Riki wasn't even able to sleep for 2 hours, taking time out to find Y/N out was something he couldn't afford to do.

Wonyoung and Sunghoon had Enhypen coming to music bank for their interview and Wonyoung was hella anxious. She had a huge crush on Jungwon, but she felt over conscious around people lately because all the things she had been hearing on the net about herself. She asked Y/N to come with her to the music bank, because she always felt relaxed around her. But Y/N was reluctant. She didn't want to see Niki again because she thought if he sees her twice 'coincidentally' he might actually think she is a sasaeng. Besides that, she thought if niki actually liked her company, he would have asked her for her number or atleast come to the cafe once again. But that didn't happen. However, she couldn't bail out on Wonyoung either.

She decided to wear a mask and a bucket hat and stay back stage so that in no way she crosses path with the 6 foot boy Y/N missed badly but still didn't want to meet again.

At music bank

Wonyoung: Duddeeeee Jungwon has such pretty eyes wtfffff omg I'm about to lose my mind.

Y/N *hiding behind wonyoung* uh... yeah ... He does...

Wonyoung: why tf are you hiding behind me, and why are you dressed as if you are the president tryna hide in the public?

Y/N : it's just... I don't... Think i look good today yk and ummm.... I don't want Enhypen to see me like this...

Wonyoung: Are you serious rn? Girl you are pretty as hell! Take your coat and bucket hat off, (taked Y/Ns hat and coat off and fixes Y/Ns hair) and go shoot your shot at niki. He has been your celebrity crush since iland. You want me to get him talk to you?

Y/N: NO!!! (Y/N said it louder than she had intended to, which lead to the entire rooms attention now being on her, which included Niki)

Y/N instantly looked towards enhypen hoping they were still busy doing whatever tf they were doing. She regretted it. She made an eye contact with the very person she wished didn't notice her.

Just as this happened, the members and wonyoung were called to get started with the interview as it was live and it couldn't be delayed.

The interview went on perfectly, and as it ended Wonyoung also made a conversation with Jungwon about trivial random stuff. However Y/N was nowhere to been seen. Riki straight up interrupted Jungwon and Wonyoung's conversation.

Niki: Wonyoung noona, Where is Y/N, the girl who was with you?

Wonyoung: how do you know her? You guys know her?

Jungwon: idk what he's talking about... Who's Y/N?

Niki: the girl i told you about a few months ago... But where is she? She was here a few minutes ago...

Wonyoung: you should ask my manager, she doesn't go anywhere without informing me or her.

Her manager: Y/N is behind the camera crew she been hiding there, she told me not to tell anyone that she is there.

Niki: ...

Jungwon:... ಠಿ_ಠ

Wonyoung: ಠಿ_ಠಿ but... Then why did you tell us?

Her manager: oops

Niki rushed towards the camera crew and as soon as he saw Y/N he took her in a bone crushing hug.

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[boognish-worshipper]

Remember the Rain

praying this is the final part of “Sunrise, Sunset” by the time i’m done omg ,, lamar finally talks it out with frank. i was tryna keep the titles consistent with a sky theme? wasn’t sure what to name this one at first, but i settled on naming it after a i song that i felt was sorta fitting lol ,, also lamar’s dramatic when drunk, that’s jus how it’s gonna be

oh and i included one last convo w/ that psychic lady bc each character got three opportunities to speak to her lol

//

The night Franklin and him fought was the third night in a row Lamar couldn’t sleep right. Then it became four. Then five. Six. He had hoped after the first couple days of Franklin being mad, that it’d all blow over and things would go back to normal. That he wouldn’t ever have to say anything about what he felt deep down. Even though he told himself he had to, he wouldn’t. He waited it out, and still hoped it would all just fucking blow over. That wasn’t what happened of course.

An overcast sky was spread over LS, light rain tapping against Lamar’s window. As cheesy as it was, it reflected how he felt. Another day had passed. Franklin wasn’t picking up, not even reading his texts, nothing. He called a couple times at first when the fourth day of the silent treatment occurred, then tried a few more times to contact him in the following days. It had grown into a long and sad string of texts.

franklin.

dog

plz

pick up

answer me

plz?

c’mon frank i told you i have nothin goin on with yo auntie

i wanna talk things out with you.

u ain’t let me finish explaining

text me when u read this. plz bro

He sighed. This was hopeless. He set his phone aside, still laying awake. A buzz came right after. Fucking finally, something.

fuck you

we got nothin to discuss

He didn’t know how to feel. This was fucking him up and he couldn’t think straight. He tried calling him once more, the ringing as he waited for a pick up mocking him. Voicemail yet again. How many messages had he tried leaving at this point?

for fucks sake frank pick up

u ain’t doin this to me rn

jus let me explain myself

He stared at the ceiling yet again, like it would have all the answers sprawled out for him. As he did, he focused on how the rain had picked up, coming down harder. Then he felt his phone buzz.

no

now stop blowing my phone up

i’m tryna sleep

Lamar was never one to be sensitive, but he felt so crushed right now that all he could do was cry silently to himself. He didn’t even have Chop around anymore to comfort him like he normally would whenever Lamar was going through something. Would he even see him again? He lived over at Frank’s now. Fuck. Did this mean they’d have to share custody now? If he wasn’t so upset, he most likely would’ve laughed at the idea of it. He was letting bad thoughts consume him, turning to a last minute resort of drinking to try stopping it. This kind of thing rarely happened to him, these kind of feelings weren’t common. He knew no other method of trying to stuff bad feelings down, working through a 6 pack of beer on his own, followed by a bottle of some type of random liquor. Anything to stifle the pain in his chest, although it didn’t accomplish much other than making him feel even more queasy. He left one last voicemail, choking back a sob. Or what he had thought would be the last one. He lost count.

“Franklin. Please jus’ talk to me already man. You- you believin’ what you wanna believe right now, you ain’t even givin’ me a chance. You my best fuckin’ friend, don’t that mean shit to you anymore? We.. homies n shit.” He sniffled, cringing to himself when he said the words “best friend”. Franklin was so much more than that to him.

“Ion… Ion think I can live without you in my life. You can’t hate me man that shit.. that’s fucked. This is fucked. I’m fucked.”

A strong feeling of humiliation hung around him for many reasons, one being that he was fully crying now, over the phone. He couldn’t get any lower.

“You jus’ mad right now. But you.. you won’t be, eventually. Right? Please get back to me soon. Please. I’d rather fuckin’.. die or sum’ than have you hatin’ me n shit. At this point I might as well.”

After hanging up, he decided to visit that site one last time. His tears blurred his vision, making it harder to type. The shit in his system didn’t help either.

lady

i fuckef up

thsi is yo faukt

What now? Why are you back?

frankljn hates me

He does? That’s not right.

damn straighy it fuckign isnt

No, I mean that’s not correct.

There’s no way that he could, even if it seems like it right now.

jus fuckin tell me whst to do

That’s out of my hands.

is not u fuckin wirch

*withc

*witch

Look, I really don’t know how else to help you. I don’t have any other visions to offer. You’re on your own.

They do say though, that dreams are visions themselves.

dont fukcin speak in riddles rn

Precognition, Lamar. Just have faith

prewhatnow

n yeah. faith. bc that helps so fuckn much

All I can say to you is good luck - it’s all coming together. Just wait.

th fuck does that mean?

It means that you’re stressing too much - you better sleep it off. Farewell Lamar. You’re gonna have a killer hangover you know…

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

The notification did nothing but make him more upset. He calmed down eventually, the crying and alcohol tiring him out. He blacked out soon after, not remembering when he fell asleep.

For the first time in a while, he dreamt about the two of them. The start of the dream showed a radiant sight before them, the sky lit up in a million shades. Chop was laying beside Franklin, head on his thigh. All three of them sat on a grassy knoll, a soft breeze blowing through each blade. Franklin turned, Lamar not taking his eyes off him since the dream started. He only noticed the sky’s wide color palette because the intensity struck Franklin’s face just right. He looked right into Lamar’s eyes, speaking softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“What?”

“You had so many opportunities. So many times, I thought that you would. I got my hopes up, you know. I waited. When Tanisha left.. I only had you.”

“Tanisha..”

“I still love her. I.. I think apart of me always will, but I love you just the same. Even if you drive me up a Goddamn wall sometimes. You both mean the world to me.”

Franklin looked back at the view ahead. A heavenly indigo replaced the vivid hues from before.

“But she’s gone now. Shit ain’t the same. All I know is you stayed when she didn’t. Even when she got pulled outta the hood and made some kinda new life for herself, you never left my side. Never changed yo loyalties.”

He turned back to face Lamar again. His eyes were glassy, the glow of the midnight sky reflecting in them.

“So why didn’t you say somethin’ sooner?”

“Franklin.. I ain’t deduce that shit ‘til now.“

“You really didn’t know?”

Even in the dream he could feel that previous frustration occur in his mind. Was he hiding in a glass closet or something? He could only let out a wry laugh.

“Yeah man. I was a fuckin’ fool, jus’ like you always said.”

“Damn straight.” He chuckled, and Lamar came to the conclusion that he could listen to that laugh forever. Franklin’s face then fell solemn.

“Y’know I really thought that.. I really thought that you jus’ got with someone else. Not even jus’ my Aunt. I saw how you wanted to get away from me, and I thought…” He stopped himself, petting Chop’s head.

“I.. wanted to be happy if you was, but the thought of that at all bothered me.”

“Why?”

“Cuz you were all I had, dog. Mike n Trevor, they have their own lives, their own history n shit. I can’t always rely on them. Denise don’t give a fuck what happen to me. You my lifeline dog, I’ve known you for years. I didn’t want you to forget me over a chick or sum’. That day you acted all different n shit, it worried me.”

“Hey man, y’know I ain’t ever gon pull that shit on you. I’m with you for life.”

“Then don’t pull other kinda stupid shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean?”

“You can’t ever die on me bro. That ain’t how this shit works.”

“Ay man, I don’t plan on dying jus’ yet. Not unless yo ass by my side. Not ‘til I tell you I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

Franklin got closer to his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes shone as the stars around them fell from the sky, akin to raindrops, hitting them. Everything about him was flooding Lamar’s senses, and it felt surreal, between his aroma and all the other things he loved about Franklin. Golden flecks covered them both, and the stars continued to crash down. The sky was growing darker than before.

“Just say the words Lamar. Say them and this shit’ll be over.”

“How?”

“Well first you need to wake yo ass up.”

“Huh?”

“I said wake up, fool!”

Lamar’s blissful dream had been interrupted by an unknown figure shaking him, literal raindrops hitting his face. He was still bleary eyed, only seeing a vague silhouette in front of him. A wet slap to the face rattled his brain around, the hangover settling in. Shit, was he still drunk? What time was it?

“Lamar! Get up!”

“Oh.. Th’fuck? Who- who that is?” He grunted out.

“It’s me you fuckin’ clown!”

“Frank?”

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why are you-”

He was abruptly yanked out of bed, thudding to the floor with a small “oof”.

“Get up you punk bitch!”

“Franklin what the fuck-”

He was grabbed again, tossed back onto his bed. Franklin straddled him, shaking Lamar by the collar.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said, Lamar getting another slap to the face.

“What in the fresh fuck is you talkin’-” Another slap.

“15 fuckin’ missed phone calls! 15! Are you fuckin’ nuts?!”

Lamar’s eyes practically popped out of his head. 15? What the fuck did he say to him?

“I did what-”

Franklin shook him even harder by his shirt, stretching the material out. He was straining his voice now.

“You had me worried like fuckin’ crazy! I thought you was in some sorta fuckin’ trouble again! You blew my phone up when I told yo ass not to, and then didn’t fuckin’ pick up after I heard the first couple special messages you left me!”

Oh God. This was it. He told Franklin everything, didn’t he? The color drained from his face.

“Oh fuck me..” He mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes.

“What?!” Franklin yelled, shaking him again. Lamar’s head was pounding.

“Franklin.. what.. what I say on there? I barely remember a thing, let alone callin’ yo ass.”

“You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember?!”

“Yeah. Seriously, man.”

Franklin slid off of him, putting a palm to his face. He breathed through his nose hard, trying to calm down. Lamar realized he was drenched from the small downpour outside. Pellets of rain thumped against the window as a reminder that the storm never went away.

“You.. fuck, man. You started sayin’ all this shit about how bad a fuckin’ friend you was. That you, you was hidin’ all this shit and couldn’t live another day without tellin’ me.”

Okay. Good. He didn’t tell him the truth.

“You told me you wanted to die dog. Didn’t realize yo dumbass was safe n sound asleep in yo fuckin’ bed.”

“Oh.”

“…’Oh’? Is that really all you have to say?!”

“F, I was jus’ drunk. It was dumb of me, I know, but I.. It’s nothing, okay?”

“Don’t do this shit to me man! I’ve already dealt with enough of yo fuckin’ schemes n shit-”

“Frank.”

“It’s 3 am! You had Chop barkin’ his Goddamn head off the whole night!”

“Franklin.”

“Then I race my ass over here to find yo drunkass self passed out in bed-”

“Franklin.”

“What! What?! You finally gonna put yo two cents in for once?”

“Stop yelling. My head hurts like a bitch right now.”

“Good! I’m fuckin’ glad because I know mine does as well you fuckin’ asshole!”

Lamar looked pathetically up at him. This was getting out of hand. He let it go on for too long.

“Why did you come here then?” He croaked.

“Because you were fuckin’ sobbin’ into the phone! All I heard was you cryin’ like mad fuckin’ crazy and it scared me. You don’t ever do that shit, not even when you fucked up.”

“How much I say?”

“I got the first message pretty fuckin’ clear, the rest was jus’ incoherent bullshit. I barely got through the second one before speedin’ on over. You sounded hurt n shit, I thought something happened. I thought you was a goner.”

“No weird shit though right? I ain’t say nothin’ bad?”

“What? Lamar, what the fuck are you on about? I just told you what yo ass cried out to me! I couldn’t even understand any of the other messages!”

“Okay, okay. That’s.. good I guess.”

“That’s good? Fuckin’ hell, why did I come here? You- ugh!”

“Franklin. Can you jus’ sit down before you pop a fuckin’ blood vessel? You stressin’ for nothin’.”

If anything, Lamar should be the one stressing right now. He had been so close to confessing without knowing. Franklin sat next to him, arms crossed.

“Franklin.”

“What.”

“I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to.”

“Well good fuckin’ job, you accomplished that real well didn’t you.” He said, sarcastically applauding him.

“I thought you were cutting me off for good homie. You think I was gon’ let that happen?”

“Lamar, that still ain’t a good reason to freak me out like that in the middle of the night.”

“It’s only cuz you hadn’t been listenin’ to me bro. I’ve been wanting to tell you somethin’ so badly lately and I never.. got the chance.”

“Then do pray fuckin’ tell LD, what the fuck is so important that you had to do this shit to me at 3 AM!”

“Franklin man, c’mon-”

“No! Don’t start!”

Franklin stood, heading for the door as he spoke. He stopped in the threshold.

“Tell me what the fuck is goin’ on with you, or I’m leavin’ yo sad ass here to wallow. I mean it L.”

“Don’t be like that. Please man. I want to, but I-”

“Jus’ fuckin’ tell me! Why won’t you tell me?!”

“Frank-”

“I dragged my ass all the way over here for nothin’ didn’t I? You ain’t dead, you ain’t sayin’ shit, you jus’ bein’ so- ugh! Fuck!” He threw his hands up, exiting Lamar’s bedroom.

“I’m done man, fuck this.”

“Franklin wait- don’t go-” He pleaded.

Franklin did nothing but leave him stranded again, thunder rolling far in the distance. Lamar ran after him as he walked out the door, hearing the rain heavily hit the pavement. His mind was racing far ahead of him. Franklin was leaving, he was leaving for good, and he couldn’t. He can’t. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. Franklin can’t do that, he can’t-

His mind had gone so far away, that he didn’t even realize that he had tackled Franklin to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a loud splat, followed by sounds of pain.

“Lamar what the fuck?!”

“Don’t go! Fuckin’ hell, I gotta chase yo ass and for what?!”

“Get off me dog!”

“No!” Franklin was pinned beneath him. The raindrops that rolled off of Lamar hit him in the face.

It reminded Lamar of when they were younger, playing football or whatever sport they could outside even as the deluge soaked them both to the bone. The roles had been reversed, with Franklin constantly knocking him down onto the grassy sludge. They got quite an earful from Lamar’s mom as they tracked mud in the house upon returning. It was a memory amongst many that stuck with him like glue. Those memories couldn’t go away. Franklin couldn’t go away.

Tears mixed in with the rain as he yelled out to him.

“You fuckin’ idiot! Why you makin’ this shit so hard for me?! You keep leavin’ before I can even finish!”

Franklin struggled to break free from Lamar’s grip on his wrists, huffing as he looked away.

“Look at me!” Lamar shouted, grabbing his face with a free hand.

“I didn’t wanna fuckin’ tell you like this, but Jesus Christ! For fucks sake you stubborn asshole-”

He was doing it. He bit the fucking bullet.

“You know how we got into that fuckin’ argument last week? When I told you that I was dealin’ with that whole love thing, I wasn’t talkin’ about yo Aunt, a hoe, nobody else! I was talkin’ about you!”

Lamar threw himself off of him, stumbling backwards. Franklin propped himself onto his elbows. He finally said it. He said it, and he was far from finished.

“But you didn’t wanna fuckin’ listen! And now I’ve fucked our friendship over for a second time! All because of you! This whole thing has been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane lately, and I couldn’t do shit about it! I tried so, so hard to avoid this, but nothin’ ever goes my way, huh?! Every time I think a plan of mine’ll work, it doesn’t! You know why?!”

Opening his arms wide, he spoke loud and clear, finishing his rant.

“Lemme remind you: I’m Lamar fuckin’ Davis! The biggest fuckin’ fool, fuckin’ clown, fuckin’ whatever you wanna call me! Lamar Davis, the most naïve bitch on the planet! Fuck me for thinking that this would ever go well!”

Now it was his turn to leave. But he didn’t go back into his house. His legs moved for him, walking in no particular direction. He just needed to get away from Franklin, not caring about how damp his clothes were now. He was shaking, and he didn’t know if it was from the rain or the range of emotions he was flying through.

He could hear a pair of sneakers squishing behind him. Franklin was running, and he was catching up fast.

“Ay Lamar! Get back here!”

Oh fuck. He was chasing after him now. That’s not good. Lamar started running himself, not caring about possibly slipping and falling on his ass. Only a few hours ago, he had told himself he couldn’t be without Franklin. Now all he wanted to do was run away.

“Lamar!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

He wasn’t fast enough. The second time they hit the ground, Lamar had the wind knocked right out of him, the duo splashing right into a puddle. Hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him around.

“Lamar!”

There were only a few instances in his life where Lamar felt small. He’d always been big in character, big in height, and according to him, big in other ways. But this was one of those moments where he couldn’t help but flinch, wanting to collapse in on himself. He was so tired.

“If you gon’ beat my ass or somethin’ jus’ get it over with.” He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

When he felt nothing but raindrops touch his face, he opened his eyes slowly. His heart sank when he did. Franklin was visibly upset, guilt in his eyes.

“Lamar. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Oh. So that’s what precognition meant. Motherfucking psychic lady.

“You should’ve jus’ told me man.”

“I tried dog. You wouldn’t hear me out.”

“Cuz I.. I thought you got with someone. I didn’t wanna hear it straight from yo mouth if you was.”

He shifted up, Frank sitting in his lap.

“Y’know I always thought that.. Part of me jus’ kinda thought that it’d always be the two of us. I’m never gonna get Tanisha back.. but you..”

Franklin looked away.

“You a crazy ass loyal motherfucker man. You stuck by my side no matter what, and some dumbass part of me was convinced that you… I mean fuck, so many times I thought you would jus’ flat out say something. Somethin’ so I could stop waiting for the one other person I had known forever to just say that they fuckin’ loved me like that.”

Lamar blinked, rainwater getting into his eyes. It wasn’t quite as serene as his dream had been, nor was it verbatim, but Lamar didn’t care. There was something about the way the water droplets sat along Franklin’s face, highlighted by a streetlight behind him that made him look angelic.

“When you started actin’ all weird it jus’.. made me so fuckin’ mad man. I thought you was gon’ pick someone else over me. Jus’ like Tanisha did.”

“Franklin..”

“So why didn’t you jus’ say somethin’ sooner? I waited. Hell, I don’t even know why I did at first.”

“Franklin.”

“But now I’m realizin’ you must not have even noticed yoself what you was feelin’, when I fuckin’ did. I noticed and you didn’t and-”

Lamar grabbed him by the face, grip surprisingly strong after being in the rain.

“How many times do I gotta say yo name for you to hear me?”

The rain kept falling, never slowing for either one of them. Yet, it felt like time stopped. Lamar chuckled lightly.

“Franklin Clinton and Lamar Davis. Two of the dumbest motherfuckers in LS. Homies for life.”

“Yeah. Homies for life.”

His hands never left Franklin’s face. He pressed their foreheads together, lowering his voice.

“I love you, bum ass bitch.”

“Yeah yeah. I love you too.”

He kissed the top of his head, moving his hands down to embrace him in a tight hug. When was the last time they did this? As he thought it over, he could hear Franklin’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t scare me like that again. Next time save us both the trouble n jus’ spill yo heart out. Dramatic motherfucker.”

The words had no malice in them, Lamar feeling him smile as he said it. He kissed him once more, and they just sat in the rain, feeling it bathe them in fond memories.

//plz listen to remember the rain by 21st century it’s so good 💔😭 anyway ya i decided to end it on a sorta happy note !!!!! franklin is a stubborn guy smh,, sorry for any typos lol also i rlly had no idea where i wanted to go with this so sorry if it’s weird or whatever

[whyralltheusernamestaken]

hi! just wanted to drop a request, hope you don't mind! i'm down for some sappy shit rn so throw some nasty angst of prohero!bakugo x s/o. maybe bakugo cheating on his s/o, that led to a big fight, then break up, but bakugo realizes he loves his s/o — something like that. make it as angst as you can. hope it's not too much, thank you!

I am so so SO sorry for not doing this sooner, I’ve taken a few months off I’m so sorry, I don’t even know if you will see this ahah. 

Warning : swearing, cheating 

Word count : 862

~~~

Royally 

It all seemed to happen too quickly. 

One moment you lay happily in his arms, your head resting softly on his chest as you watched the movie together, his fingers entwined with yours and then the next you had his phone in your hand, clicking on the message he had just received, the chat box opening to dozens of photos shared between the pair.

Who was she? And why was she sending nudes to your boyfriend. Or maybe the better question would be, why was he sending them back? 

Your finger automatically started scrolling, revealing the hundreds of back and forth material from the pair. He had even be texting her during your birthday! He was your boyfriend for crying out loud, and yet here he was sexting other women behind your back? You were sure that was only the tip of the iceberg, the texts leading you to the conclusion that they had indeed met up in real life more than once. 

You sat frozen on the couch, your eyes glazed over and as you stared in the direction from which Bakugou would be walking back. As you hear the flush of the toilet and his footsteps growing, you felt your initial shock turn into a fury, seething from your mouth as you watched him come back into view. 

“You are disgusting.” you snarled, chucking his phone back to him carelessly as he fumbled to catch it. 

“What the actual fuck, what has gotten into you?” You stared back in silence, hands on your waist as you gestured to his phone with your head and eyes.  

He felt his breath catch in his throat as he slowly lifted it up and unlocked his, the chatroom wide open. He was caught, he knew so. It was his fault, and yet his pride only made things worse, the thought of being a deer caught in the headlights slowly settled in him and he exploded him phone in his grasp. 

“Did I give permission for you to go through my phone?” he shouted, chucking the remains to the floor as he marched up to you on the couch. 

“And now everything’s my fault?” you shouted back, throwing your hands up in the air. “I’m not going to just ignore the fact that you’re seeing other people behind my back Katsuki.”

He opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off, continuing your rant. “I told you at the very beginning, I’ve already told you. I’m okay with you breaking things off if you want to see other women, I’d understand that and you bloody promised me you wouldn’t cheat. Some fucking hero you are.”

His hands continue to release explosions as he walked closer and closer towards you. He was fuming too, but you didn’t understand why he was mad. "You’ve fucked up Katsuki. You have, and we both know that, but if you’re going to be so childish and refuse to acknowledge that, then I don’t even understand why we’re dating. I don’t want to be with some cowardly boy.” you spat, grabbing you phone and bag and fast walking to the door. 

“Come back here Y/N.” he screamed, but his feet stayed frozen to the ground as you slammed the door. He fell backwards, sitting down on the couch with his head in his hands. 

He had fucked up royally. 

~~~

You sat quietly in the passenger side as Momo drove you back to her house. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” she asked softly, slowing down the car as the lights turned red. 

You stayed silent for a few more moments before sighing, wiping away the tears from your eyes. “I just-” you started, pausing to take a deep breath and you watched the light turn back to green. “Is it my fault?” 

“No of course not sweetie.” she reassured you, stepping on the gas. 

“I don’t understand. Where did everything go wrong. I thought we were both happy but obviously that wasn’t true in his case.” you ranted, running your fingers through your hair. “I made it so clear that I hate getting cheated on. He could’ve just broken up with me.” 

“Perhaps he didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And he totally didn’t hurt me now? What kind of fucked up logic is that? To keep me happy by not telling me? I just wish there were warning signs. Something to tell me, oh, your boyfriend of three years doesn’t love you anymore and is seeing people behind your back. I’m so stupid, how could I have no seen any red flags? How blind was I?” you screamed, gripping your bag even more tightly as you felt your eyes tear up again. 

“I just don’t know why I’m not good enough.” you sobbed. You felt the car come to a halt and Momo reached over, wrapping her arms around you shoulders and stroking your hair as you cried for what was probably the 4th time that evening. 

~~~

His friends were beyond worried for him. 

He had buried himself in even more hero work than usual, returning to his apartment alone at the early hours of the morning. 

They had tried all sorts of things, such as inviting him to the club. He had gone once, after hours of convincing from Kirishima, and yet the night ended with him ridiculously drunk and bitter. That was the last time they had ever suggested going to a bar ever again, and the boys tried to think of other ways to help. 

Therapy? No, he blew up in the reception. Asking Mina? She had simply told him the truth, and that was that he was in the wrong and you had every reason to leave him. Hero work? That was the only solution they could come up with. It was unhealthy, for sure, but it took his mind off his faults and he buried himself in the paperwork, rather than someone else’s legs. 

He had cut off all ties with the girls he spoke to, wishing he had done so months prior, but he knew that not even a quirk could help him right the mistakes he made in your relationship. 

He had called you millions of times, around twenty calls a day during the first week you left him. The one time you had picked up was the night he was drunk, and after that, you blocked his number. 

He felt utter despair. 

The person who had been by his side since the first day of high school and eventually had become his partner now wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn’t live with the guilt that consumed him. 

He loved you. 

He truly did. But he could never appreciate you or hold you again because he fucked up. 

Royally. 

[imagine-loki]

Books are Better Than People Trigger warning - anxiety attack

TITLE: Books are better than People CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 18 AUTHOR: dance-in-moonlight ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine taking Loki to the biggest library in the world, The Tianjin Binhai Library in China. As soon as you walk in, he’s like a kid in a candy store as he doesn’t know where to start with 1.2 million books surrounding him… RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Yelling, mentioning of anxiety attack, serious self-doubt

ADDITION: You are Tony’s personal assistant.

“A week! Not a single word from you! Do you know what this means for the company? For me? I was late to everything!" 

Tony stood by the short side of the long meeting table, yelling at you through the length of the room. His face was red, his eyes shimmered and you could see the vein in his throat throb with his high pulse as you avoided to look him in the eye. Now and then he had slammed his fist into the table to underline his words.

 It had been going on for at least three minutes now, since you had appeared in the doorframe. You hadn’t even entered the room yet. 

The rest of the team sat in between you two, quietly staring at the table or sending you compassionate glances. Everybody was aware of Tony’s temper but they rarely had to sit through an entire tirade like this one.

The meeting had started six minutes ago, you’d been three minutes late. After a week of absence. Three minutes of yelling until Tony finally came to the point of his argument.

"Where the fuck were you?” Finally a break. He expected an answer. 

“Igh”, you tried, but you had a lump in your throat. Nervously you swallowed and tried again, this time in a tiny, tiny voice. 

“In Norway." 

"Norway? Why? And with whom?”, your boss boomed through the meeting room. He didn’t seem like it, but he could be super authoritarian and intimidating if he wanted to be. Which seemed to be the case now. 

“I-i was looking for Loki. There…was a personal matter. Dr Strange hel-" 

"You went after that PSYCHOPATH? And the fucking wizard helped you? Are you out of your goddamn mind? Do you realize you have a job to do?” Underneath the anger - and the other emotion you couldn’t quite lay a finger on - displayed on his face you could see his surprise. If he hadn’t been so upset you were almost sure he’d laughed. Even to yourself the reason sounded ridiculous, but it had been important back then. 

“I, um…” You had no more words, tears burned in your eyes. This was so damn stupid. He was right, you had acted impulsively. You’d made him angry, disappointed in you. The man you looked up to so much, who had once realized your potential and given you this amazing job you loved so much.

Luckily someone noticed your discomfort. Or maybe they were just fed up by the yelling. 

“That’s enough, Tony." 

"Shut the fuck up, Steve”, Tony hissed and angrily threw his hand into Steve’s direction, pointing a finger at him with the force of a punch. He didn’t mean it of course. Tony loved his friends and although he had trouble showing that, they knew. He was upset.

“No. Tony stop. She’s upset, you’re upset. Sit down and let her say something instead of yelling at her like a madman!”, Steve insisted. He stood relaxed, but his posture also showed that he was not intimidated nor wouldn’t put an end to this forcefully if he had to. 

“I said-" 

”Tony.“ Natasha had gotten up and walked over to stand beside you, her icy stare fixed on your boss. 

"Enough." 

With a defeated growl Tony dropped his arm and sank down into his chair, arms crossed like a pouting child as he glared at you. 

"Fine. See me after the meeting. You’re excused." 

You swallowed another lump and fought the tears that formed in your eyes. This was it. Natasha patted your back as you turned, but while you left she stayed, of course. She was a relevant member of the Avengers unlike you. 

____________________________________________________

"You’re replaceable”, you hissed at yourself once you were out of earshot. Anyone could take your position, your job. You would surely lose your job, you’ve never seen Tony this mad before. It scared you. A sob escaped your throat and you began to sprint towards the community  room to hide your face from the security cameras and the employees you passed. Stark tower was no place to be secluded, but since the Avengers were busy you counted on their floor being empty. 

You were lucky. After the door closed you dropped on a sofa and began to cry your eyes out with loud, ugly sobs. One stupid little mistake had lead to all this. Your stupid, stupid ego had almost cost you Loki, and now it would cost you your job and position. You’d been so selfish, thinking telling Tony where you were would only make them all try to get you away from Loki. You’d been away for a week, unexcused. Perhaps the whole company had experienced massive struggles, you didn’t know. You had taken all organizational tasks from Pepper once you’d been hired, leaving her with enough time and headspace to lead the company while Tony could tinker and invent and be Ironman in between of press conferences and agreeing or disagreeing to his wife’s business decisions. That being said, there was no way Pepper could have done your work while you were away, she had no insight in your complex scheduling system and appointments. Even one missed meeting could do a whole lot. 

“Shit…what do I do? What do I do?”, you whispered into the pillows, shaken by sobs. The pillow didn’t reply, so you hit it in a wave of anger. The stupid pillow wouldn’t lose all its friends. 

__________________________________________________

Fifteen or twenty minutes must have passed when your phone played a notification sound. Great. You sniffled and ignored it. You had bigger problems than your friends right now, they could wait. They should know your job usually kept you busy, sometimes no one could reach you all day. Another message followed, and then a third one. Annoyed you unlocked the damn thing and opened the messenger. It was Loki. 

> Hello Love, how are you? We decided on a place to settle, Thor and the Valkyrie are out to talk to the people. <

You had gotten him a phone before you left, he couldn’t teleport  every single hour. He was busy and so were you. 

> Hey! I’m great, but in a meeting rn. Call you later! <

You couldn’t stand the truth right now, you didn’t want him to worry. Your throat felt scratchy from the crying, so you walked over to the little break room kitchen to find a drink. The coffee machine was empty, but the fridge offered orange juice. You poured a glass and leaned against the counter with a deep exhausted sigh. 

Ping. You checked your phone immediately. 

> You told me you always turn off the phone in meetings. What happened, Y/N? <

Crap, he was good. 

> Nonono I’m good! I just forgot, I’m just human you know? <

Hopefully he’d be fine with this explanation. You really appreciated him, but right now you needed some time alone. To figure out how to gather the strength to talk to Tony. The thought of his usually friendly expression now icy and disappointed as he fired you made you shiver. You didn’t want this at all. Then again, who would? 

Your phone rang. No. Not now. You declined the call and huffed, took another sip of orange juice. 

The fourth time it rang you gave up. 

“Hello?" 

"Darling”, the caller said in his softest voice, “what happened?" 

"Nothing. I’m good, thank you." 

He was silent for a few seconds. It was long enough to make you wonder whether he’d hung up already. Eventually he spoke. 

"You’ve been crying. I hear it in your voice, don’t deny it. And please…don’t lie to me." 

You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep, shaky breath. Even if he was thousands of miles away he was  great at reading people.

“I got embarrassed, that’s all”, you eventually replied. Your voice was thin and high and you felt the tears rise up again.

“So, what happened”, he asked again, even softer this time. And then he waited as you cleared your throat and searched for the right words. Words that would deliver the truth, but not make him worry any more than he already did.

“I was a bit late to the meeting”, you began hesitantly.

“That doesn’t sound like you”, Loki said and you imagined him frowning. “And that’s not what made you cry. You’re stronger than that.” It wasn’t a question.

“No…I haven’t told anyone I was with you and Thor. Dr Strange doesn’t talk much to the Avengers if he doesn’t have to, so nobody knew where I’ve been. I missed work. I…I might have ruined a company”, you said and couldn’t steady your voice, it cracked.

“Y/N, I think you’re amazing, but are you sure you have that much of an impact? I admit I didn’t think of any consequences to your visit, but sure it will be fine. You might get a lecture about being responsible, but I am certain you didn’t do enough damage to justify any worse punishment.”

He seemed certain indeed, and he spoke so calmly it frustrated you. He wasn’t here. This was not his pot of tea right now, and even though you appreciated the advice he had never had to work a job like you, and he knew little about the hierarchy in a company.

"Loki… love, I’m about to lose my job. I really don’t feel like chatting about it anymore, please respect that. I’ll call you tonight, okay?" 

He sighed deeply, as if something was very heavy on his soul. He cared so much.

"Fine darling. But be aware that I am not happy about this. I want to be there for you." 

"I know”, you sniffled and tapped your finger nervously on the counter you were leaning against. “I’ll call you. Bye." 

"Goodbye”, he replied. 

“Oh, and Loki?" 

"Yes?" 

"Thank you." 

You hung up and put the phone down next to your glass carefully, then put your face in your palms and sighed. 

"It’s inevitable Y/N”, you mumbled into the room. “You can either hang around here and pity yourself or you can get back up and regain your composure. Come on, you can do this.” Your body disagreed, you felt empty and tired. You just wanted to sleep. 

“Come on. I’m a fierce warrior, I can handle this.” Oddly enough this one worked. You took a deep breath, finished your orange juice and then grabbed your bag on your way to the bathroom. There you cleaned your face and tried to get rid of the puffiness by dabbing cool water on your skin. Eventually you reapplied your makeup and ended up looking human again. If Tony would let you go, you’d at least not look like a complete mess. He wouldn’t see you cry. 

When you left the bathroom you almost smacked into Natasha. 

“Oh God I’m sorry! Are you okay?”, you asked and rose your hands. Nat nodded and reached out to grab your shoulder. 

“I’m good. Are you?”, she replied calmly and examined your expression. You had no doubts she saw that you’d been crying.

“Uh…yeah, I think.”

“Okay. Tony is in his office now. He said whoever saw you could send you in.” Your heart dropped a little. It was time. 

“Hey, if he’s mean, tell me. I’ll kick his ass for you." 

You smiled weakly, she was trying to cheer you up. It wasn’t working well. 

"Eh…I’ll better go”, you murmured and fled to the elevator. When the doors closed and the thing began to move upward you had to fight an anxiety attack. You would not break down at the office. No way. Stupid anxiety. 

In way too little time you’d finished your way and stood in front of the office. The big wooden double door seemed unnecessarily intimidating today. With another deep breath you knocked. 

“You’re a fierce warrior. You can do this.”

[theshinsun]

☺️😏🎲💻😢 !!!

☺️- a line that made you feel a fluffy happiness:

already answered, but hell yeah I’ve got more fluff

[He lets her grab his wrists to direct his hands, and even boss him around, as she can tend to do, with total patience, rolling his designated red fire engine across the floor and imitating the sirens for her under Daiki’s watchful eye.]   

— Ain’t No Rest (chapter 13)

lookit this adorable little found family playin cars together I’m fuckin Weak

😏- your most risky line:

also already answered, so I’ll give ya another 

[“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” he sneers, shifting his legs apart slightly in invitation... or demand, rather. His dick rests hard and thick against his inner thigh, a pretty, dark contrast to the lighter tan of his skin, and his eyes are hooded and glittering, trained on Kagami’s own.]

— Rumors

technically two lines but idgaffff I make the rules here lmao

🎲- your favorite chapter/part from a multipart series:

ya know what I haven’t talked about OOTQ yet in these prompts. that fic is a mess and a half, it’s long and disorganized and got really difficult to write recently, but there’s a part I still really like... where the boys are discussing their future if their situation turns out to be real.

[“Why?” he asked finally. “Why would you want to stick around? What’s in it for you?”

Aomine opened his mouth, and then closed it again, tapping his fingers against his knees in a show of nervous fidgeting Kagami didn’t think he’d ever seen from him. Then he turned his head and met Kagami’s penetrating glare head-on, fervor flaring in his eyes.

“You.”]

— Out Of The Question (chapter 13)

that part. up to that point Aomine didn’t seem to have any solid motivation for sticking with Kagami, at least from Kagami’s perspective, and then he just lays himself bare to him with one word. I dunno it’s really simple and straightforward but it still gets me tbh. an oldie but a goodie.

💻- three works of yours that are must reads:

alrighty *cracks knuckles* I’m not gonna go with the most popular, or even the ones I like best, I’m gonna go with the top three you should read if you want to know what kind of writer I am, and get the best overall feel for my work.

Rumors - this one is self-contained and pretty simple, and I really think it reflects my idea of what AoKaga’s dynamic could be. it’s not the most original idea in the world, but I still really like the language and the concept, and of my oneshots, it’s probably the one that’s just... the most purely AoKaga and I’m proud of it. 

To The Gills - on the other hand, this one’s a good example of how niche my fics can get, how I’ll sometimes take this very specific off-the-wall idea and just run with it. I love the flow of this one so much, I have no idea how it came out so smooth and concise but the imagery and dialogue are up there with some of my best and I think this fic exemplifies the level of careful attention and detail I’d like all of my work to be at.

and finally...

Ain’t No Rest - okay you knew this one was coming. unlike the other two, it’s currently incomplete (fixing that rn) and it’s like a million miles long (106k over three years and counting), but this fic has simply had a kind of impact that no other has. it was the biggest leap of faith I ever took in terms of concept and style —  I had no idea if people would be interested in a fic with things like a mechanic subplot, Aomine’s oc daughter, and half the story told in hindsight through flashbacks, so I really did write it for myself, because I wanted to  — and I was shocked by the response and how much other people seemed to resonate with it. but all that aside, bc you already know I love this story and I said I wasn’t picking based on personal favorites, this fic also showcases my most deliberate use of setup and payoff to date, and some of the best subtext and foreshadowing of any of my works so far, at least in my opinion. it’s got wit and heart and a strong, solid outline, and my main aspiration rn as a writer is for my other projects to either reach this level, or exceed it. 

😢- a line that made you cry:

[Riko and Hyuuga simultaneously nodded, and together they took Tetsu’s arms and pulled him away from Kagami, despite his frantic tears and struggling and screaming — which Aomine had never heard, but it tore at his heart — and turned to leave.]

— Love And War, And Zombies (chapter 7)

that whole scene at the end of chapter 7 kills me... especially how Kuroko reacts completely unlike his usual calm and quiet self, I just ;;-;;

[peachebunnys]

I HAVE NO IDEA HOW U DO IT BUT EACH CHAPTER IS BETTER AND BETTER!First the tone of this chapter is absolutely everything! The terror underlying Horacio’s actions was crafted so beautifully I cry. I had to read it three times just to process everything bc your writing is THAT great!! The plot though! Ripped me to pieces, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion and so realistic it was like I was sitting in the car watching everything play out. When Horacio finally found the reader (1)

And u wrote “He sucked in a breath before calling out to you, rubbing his palms against his canvas pants” my heart literally stopped this was the most beautiful paragraph I’ve read in such a long time. Horacio’s anxiety was palpable the entire fic and reading how he calms down was such a beautiful thing THEN HIM CONFESSING ,, MY ACHING HEART and their kiss and how they can’t let each other go 🥺🥺 TEARS TEARS!!! And the CLIFHANGER?!?? I don’t know what I’m gonna do except cry until the next (2)

update!! But no rush take all the time u need!! You are such a brilliant writer and I am constantly in awe of u a million kisses and kudos for filling my stupid Horacio-loving heart 🥺🥰🥺🥰

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank youuu 🥺 these past few days ive been having serious writer’s block so chapter 9 may not come that soon but! i’m working on professor carrillo smut rn so ;) i guess you could anticipate that instead? who knows? once again thank u so much <3