#i always love a sobbing tangent and i hope you're doing well!

[andavs]

That ask you got about buck being self centered and you agreeing.im here to weep about that because sniffs b-because 😭😭😭

That person is on season 3,i get it if they don't get it but i don't get it why you don't get it,get it??

That guy said it would be better if he was shot so that it would be easier for a kid to not learn that his father was in hospital because of it.What more do I have to say😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

That guy grew up hurting himself so that his parents would pay him attention..season 4 told you that😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm sorry but i don't get it,whyyyyy??🤧🤧🤧 he puts himself in danger to save complete strangers.More than his job requires.Even when he was not on duty!!

The 118 was all he had😭he was a big idiot but yeah🤧bobby turned on him for no real reason!!just because bobby was insecure with knowledge that he could loose buck like he lost his kids.

Eddie does shit too when cap says he can't get his job back.he says bobby has bodies on him😭he tells him to go to hell😭🤧🤧I'm sorry I just don't get it why you get it when it's eddie but Don't get it when it's buck.bobby's reason was legit here.

I'm sorry you can have your own opinions but I don't get it, get it?

Lol!!!sorry I just resonate too much with buck in the self harm department,get it?like as in some who acted like buck then tripped over the final line and tried to 😵 themselves because of being a saviour baby,it's tough i promise it's real tough.

Either way, your art is real nice.please,excuse my sobbing tangent,i got lil emo there🥲

Have a nice day/night:)

I mean, I do get it! Buck is all of those things! He’s loving and forgiving and selfless and caring and will do anything for the people he loves and even complete strangers! That’s what makes him so great!

But I also think Buck can be a little self-centered! 

I don’t mean it in an egotistical, I’m the most important person at the party kind of way, but he often believes he’s the problem in situations that aren’t even about him—and it makes sense why he thinks that! For the first thirty-ish years of his life, there was this big looming secret in his family that he was unknowingly at the center of. He felt like the “problem” because he was, and there was nothing he could do to fix that. But that experience leads to him approaching all conflicts from a self-centered place, in that he is the problem and he needs to fix it.

He’s also a guy with big emotions who feels them very deeply, which builds on that fix it tendency, and then whatever he’s feeling gives him a sort of tunnel vision until someone knocks him out of it.

But that’s not to say that Eddie’s any better! Eddie also gets into “fix it” mode, but when he fixes a problem he largely represses his own feelings about it (or sees his feelings as the problem to fix by repressing them), often to the point of hurting himself and the people around him. 

It’s part of why they work so well together. Eddie helps Buck take a step back from his emotions and see the bigger picture, like when Maddie left and Buck couldn’t see Chimney’s perspective because he was convinced that Maddie was going to be fine. Buck helps Eddie take stock of his own feelings instead of shoving them down and repressing them, like when he pointed out that Eddie ignoring his own feelings was hurting both himself and Ana.

And yeah, Eddie absolutely should not have gotten his job back at that time. Bobby was fully in the right to tell him to see someone. But he and Buck also responded to the situations very differently. 

Eddie initially blew up (an uncharacteristically short temper is a common symptom among combat vets with PTSD) and then apologized and accepted that he needed to talk to someone about it, and he took the time to recover before going back to the 118. 

Buck was more of a slow burn; he didn’t blow up but he was incredibly hurt and betrayed, and he chose to keep pushing past several off ramps because he had that emotional tunnel vision telling him that getting his job back would fix things the fastest.

[youremyheaven]

Omg I saw your moon dominance post and I have to share something 😭

I have a friend whom I went to the same school as, we still talk sometimes but not as much.

She has always been quite a charismatic person, and is a relatively small built, conventionally attractive blonde white girl. Needless to say she is considered quite “soft and feminine” - I only mention race because racism would naturally prevent her being perceived that way.

I like her, she’s very diplomatic and intelligent but MY GOD the manipulative tendencies she had growing up😭😭😭

It’s been a couple years since I was regularly in close proximity to her so I can’t remember that many examples of her lying (also because it was a such a common occurance), however I remember it getting to the point where she herself would awkwardly joke about it.

What I *do* however remember quite distinctly the way she’d occasionally have these “tantrums” after I gave her any mild criticism.

For example, one time we were all having lunch together as a group and she made a mean spirited comment on someone else who was nearby. I pointed out that is was a pretty mean thing to say, not in a particularly accusatory tone, and she quite literally started shouting at me saying “WELL THATS QUITE BIG OF YOU TO SAY BC YOU TOLD ME [insert minor joke about manipulative Snapchat fboys that therefore was nothing to do with her] AND IT REALLY UPSET ME [insert sob story about having a disabled brother] etc etc”

She also had a similar public outrage at me after I asked her if she brought her present in for the Secret Santa, and she responded by kicking me in the shins and going on a tangent about how her life is really stressful and how I only worry about “school and sleep” 💀

However the interesting part that I vaguely covered at the beginning is that she had mastered the whole sweet innocent teenage facade. She had people, primarily older men in authority, entirely wrapped around her finger. She developed this oddly close relationship relationship with one of our teachers, which never got inappropriate, but he would direct like 80% of his energy to helping her over other students (who were equally if not more needing of help). Similarly her therapist literally UNRETIRED to help her personally 😭 I can think of so many examples of authority figures literally bending over backwards to be of service to her.

(She also attracted a kind of unreal level of male attention that was way above the average)

To finally conclude:

She is a hasta sun, moon and ketu with PBP ascendant. Her birthtime isn’t exact but I feel as though PBP is more likely than UBP.

There was also an incident of her sleeping with a teacher in his 20s when she was 17 😬 obviously it’s on him, but it’s interesting to consider that she has Jupiter in the 9H in Chitra (mars) - aswell as a mercury chitra which sits in her 4 planet 8H stellium.

Sorry for this extremely lengthy ask😭 it’s more of an info dump than an ask but I hope it served as an interesting example of moon dominance (+ a little bit of mars influence) in women

bestie never apologise for spilling tea 😂i love reading what ya'll have to say, otherwise i feel like im talking to a wall. and i feel you about this moon bestie of yours, im glad you're out of that toxic friendship!!

a few years ago i had a toxic moon dominant bestie who like you said lied so much and manipulated things so much, its hard for me to even make a list of the shit she did lol, yk how a lot of poc parents will whip their kids or yell at them or something and afterwards act extra nice bc they feel guilty?? I've noticed that Moon dominant people are like that to some extent. my "friend" would say the nastiest most vile derogatory things about me TO ME and then when i responded with radio silence she'd be all 🥺🥺im so worried about you, have you eaten? have you done all the assignments?? here's mine, you can refer to it🥺🥺,, like i was always sooo confused by her but then i started seeing thru her bullshit, how she's only being nice cause she feels guilty lol,, she had a tendency to criticize other people A LOT like your friend and honestly its tiring to listen to that shit, so i think i started saying nice things in return like "oh but xyz is so sweet, she's always so thoughtful" and then she'd say some shit "its so crazy you'd say that because i felt like xyz and abc always hated you" like classic manipulation lmao, like she hates those ppl and if i say one nice thing about them, then she'll try to convince me that those people hate me so that i can be on her side in bitching about them lmfao.

Moon dominant people are soooo insecure its sad,, they feel the need to be so rude and nasty af to others to mask their own insecurities. Obviously I'm only talking about unhealthy Moon influence, im sure there are nice ppl out there as well.

u guys pls feel free to dump any gossip/tea u have in my inbox, i love reading this stuff!!

[moonbeam-writing]

Hi! I am in love with your Good Enough post for the Haikyuu!! boys. It was so sweet and exactly what I needed to read. I adore fluffy things like that. Not a lot of authors stick to SFW and I want to thank you for sticking to that. As someone who has a foot on both sides of that line, I know how easy it is to fall. I think we have a tendency to forget that intimacy can be nonsexual as well. So, go you!

Anyhow, before I get on another tangent… I would like a part 2 of Good Enough. With Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Kita, Akaashi, Daichi and Makki? (Part 1 had 6 so I chose 6 as well.) Please and thank you in advance if you take my request!

— Good Enough (Volume II)

๑ Requested by @exaltedvalkyrie

๑ Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kita Shinsuke, Akaashi Keiji, Daichi Sawamura, Hanamaki Takehiro (Haikyuu)

๑ Contains: Use of They/Them pronouns (they weren't specified and I like making things as inclusive as possible, I hope that's okay!); Angst with a happy ending (or at least okay ending); Hurt/Comfort

๑ Quick Note: Thank you so much for requesting and thank you for all the kind words! All of it really made my morning!! <3

– Editing Note: Akaashi's is a bit different! Nothing scary, it is just a bit different from the other ones. I also didn't know how to end it, so the ending is kind of abrupt. Sorry!

– Editing Note (6/12/22): I am so, so, unbelievably sorry this is so late!! This last semester was a lot busier than I anticipated and I am so sorry for the months-long wait. I hope you enjoy the finished product.

๑ Related Works: Good Enough (Volume I)

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Iwaizumi Hajime

Hajime's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

Your teeth were caught on the inside of your bottom lip and your eyes were focused straight ahead, even though Hajime could see you weren't processing anything that was going on around you. Your teeth moved their position from the inside of your mouth to fully biting into the outside of your lip. Hajime watched as you sat there looking troubled before you opened your mouth.

"Iwa, I think... I think we should break up."

Iwaizumi Hajime frowned. He frowned at the way your words shook, he frowned at the idea that you wanted to leave him, and he frowned at you using a nickname that conveyed you weren't as close as you were. Aside from Oikawa, and at this point in Iwaizumi's life, a select few others, 'Iwa-chan' was reserved for people just barely friendly enough to get to a first name basis with him. The fact that you didn't call him Hajime, but instead something still friendly enough hurt him.

"Why?" He asked, careful to not let his voice have a harsh edge. He knew the situation was sensitive and that you were likely sensitive in this moment as well. "Why do you think that?"

"It's just..." You shrugged, looking anywhere but him. "I know you could do better."

Iwaizumi's frown grew and his eyebrows drew closer together. He couldn't understand where you got that idea. "What do you mean?" He asked, carefully turning your head to face him. "How could I possibly do better when I have you? If anything, you're too good for me."

At his admission, you let out a shaky breath. "What?" You hiccuped.

"You're the one that deserves better." He repeated. "I work odd hours that normally run late, I'm not always in the best mood and my temper's always been short." Iwaizumi grabbed your hands in his, gently playing with your fingers. "None of that ever seems to bother you, though. You're always here for me and putting up with me. You're my world, (Y/N). I don't want to let you go, but if you really want to leave, I don't want to make you miserable and force you to stay."

The dam officially broke as a sob finally escaped you. You threw your body into his. "I'm sorry, Hajime! I don't wanna leave you, I promise!"

Hajime pulled you closer into him, softly petting your head. "I've got you, baby." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. "I love you so much. If you ever start getting thoughts like that again, let me know, yeah?"

You nodded against him. "I love you too, Hajime."

Kuroo Tetsurou

"Honey, I'm home!" Kuroo announced as he entered your shared apartment, waiting to hear your sweet little laugh. You both knew Kuroo saying that was cheesy and ridiculous, but it got you every time. This time, however, was different. Instead of an amused snort passing through your nose, or a laugh ringing throughout the room, Tetsurou was met with silence.

He looked to the side of the door and frowned. Your shoes were here, but you weren't. The man began to look around, starting with your shared bedroom.

Walking down the hallway and opening the door, he discovered that he was right. There you were, sitting in the middle of your bed with your legs crossed and your palms over your eyes. He couldn't stand seeing you like this.

"Baby?" Your head lifted and your eyes met his. Tetsurou looked at you with eyes full of concern. Your eyes were red and your face was puffy. To him, it was obvious that you had been crying, but he wouldn't be surprised if you tried to blame it on the previous position of your hands.

"Hey, Kuroo." You smiled at him, but it was forced and tired, your eyes were full of sympathy and love. He was so confused.

He sat himself next to you. "What's wrong?"

You heaved a sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I think..." The hesitance and exhaustion in your voice was audible. "I think we should break up."

"Why?" He asks, brows furrowed and looking down at you.

"I just," you sighed. "I just feel like it might be the right way to go. I just feel like I don't fit anymore."

"How could you not fit, (Y/N)?" You just shrugged, letting silence fill the space around you. Tetsurou pulled you into his lap, petting your head with the whole of his palm. The vacant look in your eyes and your dead weight was unsettling. "What they might say or think doesn't matter, (Y/N)." He wasn't sure if your thoughts were caused by others or if they were all your own, but he didn't want to take the risk. "You are one of the most important people in my life and I hate whenever you're not with me. I hate whenever I have to go somewhere for work and can't take you with me, but love having you be the first person I see when I walk in the door or when I wake up in the morning, and I love being able to show you off."

A sniffle escaped you and you moved to pull him into you in turn. "I hope you –" a hiccup interrupted you, "I hope you know how proud of you I am..."

Even though you didn't explain it, Tetsurou knew that the two of you would be okay. The man melted into you, kissing the top of your head before falling onto his back. "I'm proud of you too, (Y/N)."

Kita Shinsuke

Shinsuke stretched his back out, looking around at all the work he'd managed to do.

To Kita, everything was going according to plan. He woke up earlier than usual in hopes to have all of his chores for the day done before you woke up. Shinsuke was determined to spend the day with you. Life had been busy, and unfortunately, rather unkind to you lately, so, while you finally managed a day off, Kita made it his mission to take care of you.

Going inside, Shinsuke saw that you were already up, the universe seemed like it didn't want you to have breakfast in bed. You were sitting at the kitchen table, head in your hands and your shoulders slumped inwards on yourself. Shinsuke, being the sweet and doting man he is, immediately went into panic mode.

There was a small tremble in your shoulders that told him you were crying and any joke he could have made about you being sleepy died in his throat.

"Darling?" You pulled your head up in slight shock. It seemed you weren't expecting him inside yet. "What's wrong?" He asked as he made his way over you. He was worried - you were never this distressed so early in the morning.

The corners of your mouth pulled further down into a frown and you looked down again. "Just thinking."

Your dismissive answer prompted a semi-amused huff to leave his nose. "About?" Shin asked, hoping to make you smile a little.

"About how I'm not good enough." The words were said in a way that conveyed you were bored, but he knew you. You were fed up with the thoughts and you were tired. Shinsuke couldn't tell if you believed his words or not, however, they still left your lips and as much as you were trying to fight them, he saw the way your eyes glossed over. His heart threatened to break.

He picked you up into his arms, taking your seat on the chair and putting you into his lap. "Why do you think that, dear?" His voice was soft, coaxing you into answering him, or at least accepting the comfort he was offering.

He felt you shrug against his chest. "I've just been so busy and tired lately." You admitted flatly. "And then I come home, and here you are; the sweetest thing in the universe, taking care of me when you need the care more than I do. You're just incredible, Shinsuke, and I feel as though I can't compare. You just treat me so well, and I'm scared you'll grow to resent me."

Shinsuke's heart officially broke a little once he heard your voice's pitch rise and crack with the anguish you were bottling up. "(Y/N), darling, no." He attempted to soothe. "I could never, ever resent you, darling. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and even when you don't need help taking care of yourself, I will be here, helping as much as you need me to."

Warmth and a hint of optimism bloomed in his chest as you squeezed yourself further into him, letting your usual habit take place. Kita loved the way you curled into him when he had you on his lap, knowing it was a subconscious thing you did, reveling in the safe feeling it gave you. "I love you, Shin." You squeaked out.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He took one of his hands from your back to coax your head up. The smile he pulled onto his lips widened a little when he saw the way your pupils dilated when you saw him. "Now, because you have the day off and I finished all of my usual chores, you and I are going to do nothing but relax today. But first, breakfast. What sounds good, my love?"

Akaashi Keiji

Though it was something Keiji loathed to admit, he occasionally felt low and overshadowed by those around him. It was never their fault, and Akaashi knew that it was never intentional or done with ill intent. It simply was what it was.

When Akaashi Keiji saw the look on your face, he immediately recognized all the signs. Lucky for Keiji, another skill he's gained over the years is cheering people up. One of his favorite things in Keiji's life was you and your smile, and he wanted to keep both of those things alive and well.

"Welcome back, sweetheart." He smiles gently at you, putting his work aside on the couch cushion next to where he was sitting and holding his arms open. As soon as your shoes were off, you almost immediately fell into his lap. His own tension left as he felt yours practically melt away. He still felt tension built up in your shoulders, but that was okay. He was going to help you get rid of it.

You were silent, breathing Keiji in. He cradled your head gently, hoping his heartbeat could help soothe you. His thumb carefully moved in slow, wide circles over your head and the occasional kiss was pressed into your hair.

"I love you so much, (Y/N), and I'm so happy you're home." There wasn't a response, but Keiji didn't worry about it. You needed the praise and reassurance, and he needed to take care of you. "I know how busy you've been lately, but I am so proud of you. I hope you know just how grateful I am for you and all of your hard work, (Y/N). You mean so much to me, baby."

The last bit of tension in your shoulders began to lift. Akaashi knew he accomplished what he needed to.

Daichi Sawamura

"Daichi, I'm enough for you, right?"

Daichi shifted is gaze over to you, confusion splayed over his face. "Of course you are." He couldn't help the short, disbelieving laugh that left him. "Why?" The amusement that was previously in his voice was gone, replaced by concern.

You lamely shrugged, looking over at him with bashfulness in your smile. "I don't know." You answer with a shrug, your eyes looking wistful. "I just remember when we got together in high school. You were so incredible to me." You let yourself lean into him on the couch.

Daichi remembers back then. He thought the world of you, and you looked at him as though he hung the stars in the sky. Suga often joked about how nauseatingly sweet you two were and Daichi always believed it. "I loved you then, and I love you now, too."

You snorted, a smile gracing your face. "Yeah," you trailed off before continuing. "I always wondered how I got so lucky. I didn't think I deserved you. Sometimes it's still hard to believe."

Daichi sent you a smile, though it was tinted with sadness. Daichi gave your hand a quick squeeze. "I think the same thing about you, but you mean so much to me, (Y/N)." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you leaned further into him.

Hanamaki Takehiro

"Hey, sunshine!" Makki greeted you, his smile as bright as the nickname he gave you.

You looked over at him from your spot on the couch and the smile you tried to give him didn't even reach halfway to your eyes. "Hey, Hana."

You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and Makki went into "cheer up" mode. He moved in front of you, crouching down to meet your eye level. "What's wrong?"

Your bottom lip wobbled and you sniffled, despite tears not even coming to your eyes yet. "Am I– Am I good enough for you?" Makki nearly flinched back when he heard the question. "I try so hard to take care of us, and I'm so scared I'm failing."

His arms circled around you as you draped yourself over him, clutching his hoodie in your hands as you cried. The guilt he felt at your words was overwhelming. The job market wasn't working in his favor and you had taken on most of the financial stability.

"(Y/N), no." He frowned. "You're not failing, love. You're doing so well, (Y/N). I am so sorry if I've made you feel that way." Makki tensed at the feeling of your body shaking against his. "I'm trying to get a job, I am, I promise. I'll pull more weight around here, hell, I'll be the perfect house husband until I get a job–"

A small beacon of relief shot through him at the small, sob muffled laugh that left you. "You already are." Your cried were turning into congested giggles. "How I'm feeling isn't your fault, Makki. Life's just hard right now."

"I know." He frowned again, kissing the crown of your head. "I'm gonna start checking in more, baby. There's gonna be less weight on you. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[sincerelylea]

Headcanons for Eddie x fem!reader who struggles with anxiety and depression? How he would take care of her & support her 🥺 thank you!

hello hello, i gotcha.

tw: depression, anxiety

eddie would find out about your anxiety and depression pretty quickly into your relationship i think.

either you tell him, i imagine out of the blue because eddie has a really comforting aura - it's easy to talk to him and tell him things.

or, you bond over your mutual mental health issues. nevermind it being the 80's, eddie thinks avoiding conversations like that is more harmful than good.

i feel like his brain kinda works like,,, he has to speak whatever is on his mind in that moment because he needs to be heard and you need to hear it. does that make any sense?

being bullied and picked on can take huge effect on anyone - even though he owns his "freak" label now i'm sure it wasn't so easy for him growing up.

he always lets you know he's here for you, taking extra care in making sure he asks you how you're doing every morning, every afternoon, and every night.

if he isn't there when you wake up, expect a phone call. at lunch, he'll walk you from your class to the lunch table, asking how your morning classes went. and at night when you come over or vice versa, he'll ask yet again.

you know it's his subtle way of asking if you're feeling particularly anxious or any bit depressed at all without directly asking, any who, you appreciate it nonetheless - always ask him how he's doing too.

tells you he loves you literally any chance he gets. even if you know it deeply, he'll still tell you - and even greater he'll show you.

likes holding you hand; his is either super warm or super cold, no in between. his hands are always on you, they feel stabilizing, which he hopes for.

but mostly, in regards to your mental health (sorry i go off on tangents) he's utterly supportive.

during high anxiety days, he's more sweetly attentive. during those morning calls, he's tender. with a tired voice asking you to rate it on a scale of 1-10. at lunch, he comes up to you from behind when you're standing at your locker, you feel the weight of his hand on your lower back and turn to look at him immediately. he asks softly how you're feeling, looking over your eyes and face and smoothing your hair away from your face.

he tries to be a stable force in a sea of worry - the way his voice is exceptionally tender - leaving the absolute only thing you can focus on him.

he takes it easy. holds you gently, guides you to the table with a hand on your back or arm. he smiles sadly, gently, he wishes only to be able to take this feeling away.

at night, he urges you to stay with him or let him stay over. the thought of leaving you alone worries him tremendously.

with your anxiety in general he treats you gently, understandingly. he lets you scream and yell if it makes you feel better; or even word vomit your feelings in frustration. every anxious tick, every hand in your greasy hair, every stomach churn and blurry vision and shaky hand he is there. right there. and he wants you to know you can do all of these things and it's okay.

anxiety comes and goes and with it come anxiety or panic attacks - don't worry, he's got it handled.

eddie is amazing, truly. he doesn't freak out - if anything he speaks very little. just grabs your hands in the midst of your panic, the tears, the sobs, the messy brain.

that, he wants your attention on him. just for a moment so you can have something else to think about.

"look at me." he says it softly, almost like a question but not. it's not commanding.

he shows you love, when you're brain is elsewhere.

he only holds your hands, hugs you if you go for it first. he sits in the silence of your crying until you're feeling well enough to speak again.

he has hands on your back and hair.

so attentive; literally perfect.

offers a shower to clear your head.

he'll let you cling to him for the rest of the night, of course he loves to have you wrapped up all over him.

depression comes with a lack of energy, so if you don't feel like doing anything, he's right there, laying in bed with you - just running a hand up and down your back.

he wants you to feel absolutely comfortable enough to talk about anything and everything.

i kinda think he's the type to encourage you to get up, eat, shower, all that good stuff. he will get worried if you don't call him, even if you tell him you just don't have the energy.

has experience with cooking, especially when wayne works nights and most cooking for dinner is up to him if wayne doesn't cook.

i know this isn't about him, but i feel like even wayne would be understanding. almost like he knows the feeling too well.

eddie wants to be encouraging. he wants you to know life is meant to be enjoyed, it isn't about just surviving. he wants to be that good person in your life, your safe space.

he's right there to level with you, to do absolutely anything you want when you're feeling a certain kind of way.

his physical touch is grounding and his voice is safe and he just wants you to live.

to live.

and he'll be right there the entire way.

he likes going on drives with you when you're feeling bad, plays whatever tape you want. showers are nice, intimacy that isn't sexual, just existence.

holding you, i mean, he could do that all day. you're his favorite.

you're the best.

he'll tell you everyday.

[fragileizywriting]

I'm screaming, sobbing, shaking, knowing FLP!Naga Luka is just going, "Hmmm," outwardly to Chat calling him handsome and internally he sounds like fireworks. I sincerely hope Adrien and Luka can hear him and are going, "...OH MY GOD CHAT TOTALLY TOLD HIM-!"

because that's what it is, isn't it? it's luka's fault. it has to be. luka being handsome has to be the reason why this all started in the first place. why else would adrien jump at the opportunity to... to... if it weren't for a luka, dreaded luka...

oh, stars. this is so useless.

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he slumps against the table just as marinette and kitty come in. luka stays quiet, but there's a part of his tail touching chat's ankle, starting to coil around him and try to get his attention, as the two newcomers take off their boots. kitty is the first to shed every layer that she has, pulling aprons and dresses and petticoats off of her until she's in nothing but her shift and stays. at this point, chat's gotten used to it, even though it makes him so flustered he can hardly see.

she's always arguing that she's covered from ankle to bust, though. like she has no idea that underthings are supposed to be private. still, she continues, unwrapping aprons and petticoats and wiggling herself out of all of it and folding it into a box she's taken hostage as her own little cubby to store things in.

it smells like kitty's carrying something in a basket, something that smells nice and heavy for dinner.

"oh, hi, luka!" kitty calls as marinette helps her pull off a dress. it's mint colored. rather cute. it's much too small on chat's marinette, but fits her just perfectly, even if she doesn't like wearing it. "how in the world did i not see you, you're so hard to miss! but i did, i did miss you!"

"you did? well, i'm flattered," he muses, as chat continues to sink into the table. "i missed you too, kitty, it's so refreshing to see a marinette that looks estatic to see me-- and now there's two of you."

"hi, luka," the other marinette laughs. "how are you? did you sleep well? i'm so sad that you don't stay for the night..."

"i slept like a babe."

kitty frowns. "but babies cry a lot."

"not when they're with me," marinette hums.

"did you cry in your sleep last night, luka?"

and the two marinette's are off the moment luka starts to laugh. chat manages to convince himself to prop himself up onto an elbow or two, watching listlessly while kitty seems to take up the whole room even when she's completely quiet, letting everyone take their turns talking while she bounces on her socked toes.

she reminds him of how he used to be when he was younger. always so excited, always desperate to speak and talk but knowing better than to interrupt when people were speaking. he sees so much of chat noir in her, that it almost looks natural to see a marinette be on the same soul-length as him.

he almost forgets his troubles.

until...

the other marinette is not shy at all in pressing a kiss onto the naga's cheek when she's close enough to, tucking a lock of luka's long hair behind his ear with delicate fingers and smiling softly. luka turns into the very liquid he is perfect at swimming in, turning into nothing but a puddle between her palms as she kisses his cheek and forehead, completely ignoring how luka is a massive predator. instead of flinching at his teeth, or his claws, or the massive tail... there seems to be heart eyes as she talks to him, asking about how his jacket was made, and how she could come across buying her own.

of course she's so kind to him, why wouldn't she be? she must love luka in all forms, given that she's married to one... and to think, luka is in the library with adrien doing things that could damage her poor heart in all sorts of ways...

what was it that adrien said? "more than just kissing"? not only is luka being unloyal, but they're... fornicating next to the books? that can't be good for the binding. there are spell books in there that catch the personality of anyone nearby-- he's certain to get an earful from his witch when she opens up one of her tombs and finds love and sex spells written into the pages instead of the ones that were supposed to be there, but what is he to do? tell his witch? she'd want to tell marinette immediately...

stars. they're having sex in the library.

this is not at all what he wants to think about.

and yet, the more he tries to wipe it out of his head, the more his nose scrunches and his ears flatten when he finds himself thinning his hearing until he reaches the library back into the hallway, hearing quieted moans and gentle touches of skin that create hisses. his cheeks heat and his ichor boils, all over again, at the memory of adrien mouthing at luka's jaw, a leg between his thighs...

he jumps when marinette's head snaps towards his direction, as if she's heard any of his thoughts in his head. there's a look in her eye-- a question-- and chat can only sink into his chair with flattened ears and a guilty look.

she can read him entirely through, can't she? she's not a human. she has magic-- she's a demon. demons are different in her world than in his. she must be able to hear what he's thinking. she must be able to hear of how he's troubled by walking in on adrien and luka. she must be able to hear his worries...

but there's no space for her to ask anything at all.

kitty starts talking and chattering the moment people give her even a beat too long of silence, telling her experiences at the market and what flowers she found along the way. she says all the names of plants in latin, placing her basket on the table and picking out stalks and leaves of items that chat recognizes to be on his marinette's list of ingredients she needed for the month-- he's so entranced by the way kitty refuses to take a single breather that his eyes go wide.

oh.

oh no. marinette is at his side, looking at him with a rising brow. "chat?"

"hello," he coughs, gawking at how quick she was to move. "you look, uhm, rather lovely with that new scarf you bought."

"is everything okay? you look sick." the way they speak is so interesting to chat.

"i'm fine. i promise--"

she sticks her finger up to his face, eyes narrowing into slits. "don't promise what you can't keep. you're lying to me, chat, you know i know you very well."

"how well do you know adriens?" chat blurts out.

"probably not as much as i know adriens," kitty shimmys next to luka on the other side with a grin. "i think i know everything there is to know about an adrien."

"i could probably say the same," marinette shrugs.

"probably not," chat whispers to himself.

marinette isn't impressed. something flattens in her eyes, a certain look that means that he's about to get flayed alive-- and, unfortunately for him, there's no chance in running. kitty runs after anything that moves, and he's found out the hard way that she's fast. she may have to climb over luka's leftover tail in order to reach the door, unlike him, but kitty isn't opposed to running completely barefoot and treating everything around her like it's a rock-climbing experiment. "luka, could you do me a favor?"

"of course, marinette. what troubles you?"

"i promised kitty that we would go to the lake today--"

"--hey! you promised we would go! it's for your health, not mine, i'm not the one who--"

"--and we'll go," marinette soothes her quickly with a smile and a nod. "i definitely need to go. but first, i need to speak to chat alone, privately. away from little kitties with a sense of curiosity. would you be able to take her far enough so that she won't hear?"

"why is it that i'm being tossed around as people's responsibility like a potato? i can go outside, if you really want me to."

"you're right. you could... but you're way too impulsive to stay outside, though. we've learned how to deal with that, right?"

"by taking a buddy to hold me accountable," kitty sighs. she looks heartbroken. "yeah... i know... i feel like i'm being treated like a child."

"you're not being treated like a child. you're a grown woman, with grown thoughts and ideas. you're being coddled because i love you and i have a tendency to baby anyone nearby, that's not because of you. and you told me you've cracked your attention issues a bit by using a buddy, which is why we're doing that here now. besides... you said you wanted to get to know a luka better."

kitty looks between the two of them for a very long time, much too quiet for someone like her. she ends up sagging, tired, essentially just frowning out: "i don't like secrets. and i don't like liars. they cause so many problems, i'd rather just talk things out and have a conversation."

"something you and i have in common, little kitty," luka murmurs.

marinette grins. "i promise i'm not lying about anything, and i promise i won't keep this a secret from you--"

"--within reason," chat blurts out, even though it causes kitty to frown harder.

luka stops her from rebutting. "come on, then, we have better things to do than to be let out of loop, hmm? have you been on the liberty yet? get your dress back on, i think you'll like this."

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Autumn Leaves Fall While Love Is Fading Andy Biersack X Reader

Word Count: 1,662

Warning: ANGST

Lyrics: Seasons Of Wither By Aerosmith (Except Changed Her To Him

An inextricable sadness can be experienced when love fades. You're left questioning what is left when the one you promised to love forever no longer loves you. I experienced this. I understand this. I know what it feels like to have my heart ripped out, leaving a gaping hole which can never be filled. I know the pain that comes with wondering. What did I do wrong? What didn't I do right? Is there any way I could have prevented this from happening?

The feeling of loss which stuck me whenever I thought about him.

Andy's words still lingered in my mind; Love fades, mine has…

They stung. After everything we'd been through together this is how it was ending. I'd glimpsed that light at the end of the tunnel; the one telling me that I had what I'd dreamed of in my grasp… but now it has slipped away… it's just completely gone. Andy no longer wants me… the realization hit some storms are simply not meant to be survived but designed to strip you of everything and anything. 

Loose-hearted man, sleepy was he

Love for the devil brought him to me

Seeds of a thousand drawn to his sin

Seasons of wither holding me in.

Flashback…..

“Andy,” my voice is thick with emotion because all that we'd been through. Anger is turning into desperation but he can't, he just can’t do this anymore. – “Please. I need you here.”

“I can’t.” his voice is weak and trembling slightly and I force my eyes shut–   the singulat though flashed...damage. Hide. Now. In that moment there was no way to know my world would completely unravel, we were two souls of one beating heart cursed to be untied never to be whole. But the love between us Andy discarded aside as if it were nothing, yet out of our control we would be forever tangled within each other's embrace. 

I didn't exactly understand why he felt differently or what caused him to just without warning drift. All I now knew, was that the man standing before me has changed, there is an indifferent air around him. 

*********************************

6 months ago…..

Andy pressed his chest against my back  wrapping his arms around my waist before kissing the back of my shoulder tenderly. My heart swells at his gesture, leaning back into his embrace.

“I love you” You whisper, Andy’s arms tightening around me.

He presses another kiss onto my shoulder. I let out a small sigh, I breathe him in deeply, taking in his the deep scent of hiscologne. Letting the smell wash over me, I close my eyes, I completely lose myself in the feel of his presence. 

……….

I trudge through the apartment, breath shaky and tears welling in my eyes. But they still don’t fall. I feel completely numb.

I walk into our bedroom, completely catatonic and moving as if on auto pilot. I sit on the bed, staring at nothing in particular. The moonlight streams through the window catching a large photo frame hanging on one of the walls. My eyes are unspeakably drawn to the glinting photo.

It’s our wedding photo.

It’s a candid shot. Me and Andy are staring at each other, smiling tenderly at one another. Andy’s arm is around my waist, his head slightly bent and leaned into mine, almost as if he’s about to kiss me. The white of my dress is a stark contrast against his black suit, the pale pink bouquet of roses on the floor as I hold onto his arms. The sun is setting in the background, both our silhouettes set ablaze with a halo of sunlight.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. It was the happiest day of my life. Andy sang to me in his deep vibrato voice of his. He danced with me. Held me close. He kissed me telling me he loved me. The memory of him reciting his wedding vows pops into my mind.

I can’t help it. I break down, sobs wracking through my body as I cry into the dark, quiet of the room. My body shakes with the cries, tears flowing freely. I feel the warmth of them run down my cheeks before disappearing into my shirt. I fall back onto the bed, curled into a ball as I weep out all my feelings, all of the hurt and heartache I feel.

I cry and cry until finally, I can’t cry anymore. My throat is raw, now only dry hiccuping as I somehow run out of tears. My heart aches, my headaches and my eyes sting. 

I tried my hardest to remind him why we fell in love with each other  and why we married. But the harder I tried, the more he pulled away. Bit by bit, he slips from my life. I didn't understand why can but he fell out of love with me; I could see it in his eyes when he walked away. He wouldn't buy me flowers every week anymore. He no longer kissed me goodbye. He no longer sent me little messages about how much he loved and missed me. The more I try to occupy his attention, the more he refuted me, and my heart just aches all over again, longing for him to come back to me.

Heat of my candle show me the way

Seeds of a thousand drawn to his sin

Seasons of wither holding me in

Oh woe is me, I feel so badly for you

Oh woe is me, I feel so sadly for you in time

Bound to lose your mind

Live on borrowed time

Take the wind right out of your sail

Time heals nothing it only makes the memories fade away, It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew. 

What hurts more than losing Andy is knowing that he wasn't fighting to keep me. Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to me, but I meant nothing to him. It’s funny how he could break my heart, and yet I can still love him with all the little pieces. 

Love is not as much a choice as it is considered a feeling. Staying in love takes a commitment. The worst thing is not only being told that someone has fallen out of love with you but being told that they haven’t been in love with you for some time. When you find out you're losing your soulmate it's as if every bit of oxygen has been expelled from your lungs. 

Flashback…..

“Do… do you even love me anymore?” I whisper, dread heavy in my bones as the question slips from my lips. Andy’s eyes soften and I see the hesitation on his face as he contemplates whether he should answer me or simply walk away. Finally coming to a decision, he stares directly in my eyes and I can almost feel the next words.

“I don’t know” he replies, the uncertainty reflected in his eyes before he walks away.

I watch him walk away from me, I was trying much harder to save this relationship than he was. In the last few months it was a last ditch effort to go through couples therapy. I know my husband wants to be anywhere but here at the moment. His entire demeanour is closed off, arms and legs crossed as he stares out the window. 

"When was the last time you actually paid attention to your wife?” he asks and Andy balks, unsure of what to say at the sudden tangent. More importantly, he doesn’t know the answer to his question. Andy abruptly turned about to storm out of the office, “If you have nothing to say that’s fine. Just think about it. I believe our next session is in another two weeks. I want you to think about this relationship carefully." The therapist says, his tone final. Andy quickly leaves the room, his mind in a jumble for the first time in a while. 

…………..

For the first time in over half a year, Andy look at me; pays close attention noticing the sadness in my eyes. He swallows thickly, eyes scanning over my face and as if willing me to look at him. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t even know where to start. He frowns slightly at that. You’d been together for almost ten years, so why was it suddenly so hard to speak to you?

All of a sudden, the distance between you two hits me like a freight train. I can feel the huge rift between the two of us. I sigh slightly, wondering when it had gotten so big. Did he always feel this far away from me? 

Why did it feel like I was worlds away, almost unattainable? The two of us had always been close, always been able to speak about everything and anything. There were times when we’d both wake up in the early hours of the morning, still in bed and voice heavy with sleep and speak about the smallest, silliest of things. 

We had spent close to a decade together; we knew each other like the back of each other’s hands. He didn’t look back as the the door closed behind him that night.  Bereft now of pain and I felt the dying spark of embers from our relationship. Like autumn dyes the leaves bright red, I encountered a love that I'd hoped would last longer than a fading breeze. 

Beauty is fleeting, evanescent,  But all of it ended, Andy’s presence in the photos won't fade away as easily with the flow of time.

Because love is ephemeral and memories die, only the photos of him will accompany me until I take my last breath. I can say, I was once loved; Together, in the fires of hell, we will burn with the memories of the most beautiful moments in life, the moments I shared with Andy the remaining proof.

[greedentstripes]

Lucifer@John: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Maybe the stupid ones, I'll give you that. It's obvious you're too young to be a retired... er... 'man'. Regardless, I know what old is. Trust me. You're looking at it. So spill the beans. What are you trying to hide.

(John) I have no idea what you’re--

(Shelly growls at John) John. Enough. I already know. Nick already knows about the accident. He found out about it the moment it happened.

*** Imagine the sound of a lock shattering and chains rattling as John's reality comes shattering around him.

(Shelly frowned) You can't lie about it to everyone forever. You aren't old. You're partially paralyzed.

(John held his head) Ugh, fine. You win. I’m scared to talk about it though... what kind of a mid-to-late 40s can’t hold their own balance? I WAS HOPING TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT IN MY 60S AT THE LEAST! (John starts sobbing) Now look at me! I'm a [gumshoos cry censor bleep] paraplegic!

(Shelly hugs John tightly with a downtrodden expression of concern) We’re getting through this. He only knows about what happened, he doesn’t know much else of it though.

(John, between sobs) I know...but...sniff...I-I’m too ashamed to admit--

(Shelly) Be glad it wasn't any worse. You can still kind of walk.

(John, still sobbing) “Kind of walking” doesn't fix the fact that I can’t work anymore!

(Shelly) You can too work. Oh uh sorry Mr. Lucifer, this is kind of a sensitive topic for John. Do you mind sitting down? This might be a little while. Let's give John some time to unwind first.

Memory unlocked: John's Accident

* A few minutes passed. Shelly returned from the minikitchen within their upstairs bedroom with a hot cup of tea, with some tamato flakes to help him ease up. John took the tea and drunk from it. After a while, John spoke up, the sob in his voice gone.

(John) Shelly...do you mind telling our guest the truth? I’m still ashamed of myself for holding it from my son for so long. I don't want to slip into another lie.

(Shelly rolled her eyes at that last remark) Fine...ugh. Lucifer, the truth is my husband suffered a slip and fall accident some time around last year. When you’re working janitorial, you tend to be around a lot of water. You can't get careless. But, well, while John was filling up water in his bucket, just as he left the bathroom, he didn't realize someone had mopped up the bathroom before he got there, a rookie who went off their route. And as he was carrying the water bucket, his legs shot out in front of him and he ... uhh... what was it again?

(John) I smacked my head against the door, and as I blacked out, i slipped a disc near my tailbone by landing on my tail funny, at least, that's what the doctors said.

(Shelly continued to recall her memories) A witness at the school say he was probably like that for a good 30 minutes to an hour before someone went to the bathroom and found him like that. He couldn't brace for impact on the account of the concussion, so the damage to the spine was so bad that it cut off the nerve endings to his legs and tail. By the time they had fixed the vertebrae. They thought he would've been paralyzed, but were surprised to realize his legs were still ambulatory. He just couldn't stand up on them properly cuz they felt like "ghost limbs" to him. As a result, after the matter, they had to train him how to walk without feeling in his legs, and he was originally using a supporting walker, but eventually he was able to get enough of a hold to walk around with just a cane.

(John sighed) At least I don't have to deal with the pain of stubbing my toe or bashing my knee on a counter, but...it still sucks knowing I can't do a lot of the things I used to love. I loved working. The people at work were my friends. A lot of the staff loved me.

(Shelly) They still love you. You're always invited to their social gatherings. You just don't go because you're so ashamed to let them see you this way.

(John) Y-yeah...

(Shelly looked at John with a look of promise) John, dear. You're no less of a man for what happened. And if you love working so much, you can always go and get a job where you're allowed to sit down and be helpful.

(John nodded) I know...anyways Lucifer, that's the story. My legs only sort of work, and I can't push a mop around anymore. If only I could float around like the likes of you, I could go back to that job and go back to doing what I love: keeping this family afloat with money i made with my own paws...instead of these stupid government issued disability checks.

(Shelly) It's still money. The money's going toward helping us keep afloat.

(John) And as for why isn't our son in school? What's the real reason? We may as well satisfy that one anon's question at that.

(Shelly) He hated it there. The workloads were getting too hard for him to bear, and he was becoming more defeatist by the year. And high school was one of the worst times in my life, so if I could homeschool him from here, I'd take that alternative over making my son endure "prison" again. I'm not going to send him to secondary school if it means our son is miserable. And he likes helping you out. You're an important role model to him. He knows you were a strong man of society, and he's even as much as told me that you're still the strong man around this place. I'd rather he continue to believe that we "can't afford school", it's a better alternative to saying "Surprise! You're a dropout now!"

(John nodded slowly) I guess...erm, sorry you had to hear our little tangent sir. Oh, and uhh, if @tallgrassghosts is reading this, I'm sorry I lied to you Altrii. About the cane? All this, is the real reason I'm using a walking cane. N

[julies-butterflies]

I must admit, sometimes I do feel like a ye olden solider, sending letters to my beloved across the waves during wartime. Oh my dearest Lydia, I hope the kudos and comments crops have been plentiful this season. Your last letter left me weeping. Why must you put poor Reginald through such pain?

(I gotta admit, I still can't believe that I'm talking to you. I've been looking up to your work for so long...it just feels a bit surreal, even now! Glad you like hearing my ramblings! And that you liked my vampire prompt! Did not realize you'd write back when I sent that in. Look at us now, huh?)

(Speaking of prompts, I sent those jukebox and willex ones too. And I loved them both so so much, I shall scream about them more when it is not 2 am because I need sleep)

(Oh and the update of If I Was You!!! Amazing, Stellar, Incredible, Reggie, Carrie, Julie shenanigans is my new favorite thing, DID YOU JUST DOUBLE THE CHAPTER COUNT, and I'm like 90% sure Trevor is in deep trouble with a certain angry jazz ghost. Seriously loving it)

I actually do not remember what it was like to send in 1/5 asks, because I did not get a Tumblr until very reccently! I've always been a nerdy person, but Jatp is my first time being really in a fandom. You gotta do something new in quarantine, right?

Ah yes. Luke and Emily. To me, it just seems obvious that there's so much love between them. Even with all the pain. You get it. You put it down so eloquently.

As for what kind of stories I like to read...it seriously depends on my mood.

I like niche aus, passion projects. Stories where you can just feel the author's love for the world they're inventing. But I tend to lean towards cannonverse. I like ghost stories, it's what drew me to this show in the first place. And I love exploring that concept. (Being forever gone, and always the same...it's just fascinating to me)

Platonic goodness is just WONDERFUL for this show. I will read anything with cuddles. I am touched starved and these kiddos are too, and I will cry about them puppy piling every damn day. Plus there's just some much POTENTIAL for future friendships! I love ones where Flynn and Carrie get to interact with the boys as well. And 90s content, from before and after the orpheum, just hits hard.

I really wasn't expecting to get invested in the couples on this show, but something about them is moving to me. So I do love to read about them. Watching two queer kids who lived during incredibly important areas of queer history find love together after death really hit hard for me, and there's just something so bittersweet about a girl and ghost deciding to love each other for the little time they're given.

I love family dynamics too. Anything with Ray and his seven disaster children, the band and Trevor.... I think Julie and Emily is one of my favorite dynamics to explore. A girl who lost her mother and a mother who lost her son, both grieving but with one able to speak to the dead...it's just very powerful to me.

(And of course, Luke and Emily, but I figured you already knew that)

Mostly...I like seeing the messy stuff. The unexpected consequences, the baggage. I want to see the messy emotions, the grief and anger, the jealously, the disorientation. I look for those glass shards, that might be too sharp to ever be addressed on the show. Not even the big, monumental plot lines just... the harder pieces of life, the little moments that don't fit neatly into a nine episode arc.

I just want to see them live you know? Love, laughter and loss all mixed together.

(One of my all time favorite tropes is "found family gets broken apart by trauma, only to find each other again and come back stronger than ever." I feel like this explains a lot of my taste in fiction)

Thank you for the writing advice. Your words were very motivating. I am trying to begin! I got up the nerve to start working on a little piece. Who knows if it will go anywhere. But it's been nice, to finally put some words on the page.

The POTC au is so freaking good man. The character dynamics are just on FIRE. Everything is broken and messy and the relationships genuinely tug at my heartstrings. It's such a fascinating story. Highly recommend, even with the cliff hangers.

OH HOW COULD I FORGET PAWPRINTER? Man oh man I love all her work. The wheelies art and steals universe is freaking amazing, not an avacado had me in tears (of laughter, till things got surprisingly sad). And All that Remains...slow burn Willex perfection. Jedi Alex and Pilot Willie have my HEART.

I don't think I've read firefall and weneedglitter (or if I have, I'm just not connecting the names to their pieces. I don't always remember author names. it's a problem). I will go look for them though! Cannot wait!

For more recs, I recently binge read We Found Wonderland. I was not mentally prepared for the sheer amount of feelings that gave me. Highly recommend, if you ever want an emotional rollercoaster with an incredibly satisfying end.

Going on to more serious subjects...I'm sorry your family doesn't see your grief for what it is: honest. Better to feel everything quietly, than make it an easily understadnable performance. Fake grief is so easy to spot.

I think of that scene from "Forever," when Buffy breaks down and tells Dawn that she has to keep busy, because if she stops, it means Joyce is really gone. There's a lot of truth there.

On a tangent here but.. there was a very long period in my life when I was told the ways I expressed my emotions were "incorrect". And I found that sometimes, no matter how you show your emotions, you'll always be criticized. Numbness can be called disinterest, but sobbing can be called attention-seeking too. Too big, too small: that jury was impossible to please This may not apply in your situation but...it's okay to feel however you can. It's the only think you can do, really.

As I've said before, Grief is such an odd trickster.

Don't you ever get tired of missing people... This past year, I've been so weary of grief. Sometimes it can be so sharp, but it's that dull ache. That ball and chain, no longer cutting through your skin, but rubbing it raw, weighing you down.

And people don't like to talk about that part, because it's long and tiresome, but oh, is it there. I find it hard to talk about my grief, because sometimes there's just so much of it. I could drown in it, and that fear keeps me from looking to close. To incorrectly quote Jane Austin: "If I missed you a little less, I might be able to talk about it more."

(Sometimes it's faceable. But sometimes you just can't bear it. And that's okay.)

But what you wrote in that eulogy...the love is there. It's in every word you write. I cried reading that section. I feel honored once again to see some of your jagged pieces. You're sharing your heart, and there's just so much love.

In the wise words of an author I know, "Love is like the snow Reggie. It never goes away."

And don't worry, I'm always with you.

Sending Love,

-LydiaStan7845 (aka Vampire Anon)

So...that Reggie and Nicky prompt

my god

my GOD

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

I think it's safe to say congrats, you've officially destroyed me! I was not prepared for that at ALL. I should know better by now I guess.

I can't get over that even though they all take place in very different universe, all your stories just feel so connected! The way this talked about those headphones, which you mentioned in the first chapter of Kill Your Heroes...it's just so cool. All the characterization and backstory is just so well thought out, and it genuinely blows my mind.

I didn't think I could love Nicky Peters more. I was wrong. The way you write about him...even though you never go into exactly what happened to him after Reggie's death, you can just feel how much it's shapped him as a person. And the trauma around his father, and how he fears becoming like that, was just so beautifully written. He's just so lovable and flawed and trying so damn hard and you made my heart ache for him. Again.

You always take these genuinely crazy situations and...you just make them feel so real. I love you explore the strains such a revelation would put on Nicky's own life, it just makes everything so compellingly messy. It seriously feel like I was watching a real-life account of a family trying to deal with such a massive complication.

That porch scene had me in tears both times I read it. Reggie's just always a big brother, even though Nicky is more than twice his age now. My heart was shattered, and then you slowly mended it, piece by piece. And for absolutely no reason at all, you wouldn't happen to have a reference for the porch, would you?

Just wow. Hope you're doing well. Sending love and applause

-Vampire Anon

i’m not even gonna reply, but i want these documented... on my blog... for posterity.  ( for any curious onlookers, i’m dating this anon now!! )