#SO ILL STOP BEING PRETENTIOUS AND LOATHING OUR FRIENDSHIP

[strawberry-slushy]

Footnote, The Exit, Movies, Astronomy, Memories, Heather, Little League and (Can We Be Friends?) were all written for byler. Conan Gray told me.

Bonus: Family Line and Summer Child were written for William Byers

[renardiererin]

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rintarou suna x reader

loud chatter ringing through your ears, as the music pounded against your head, and the lights blared against your eyes but you didn’t care one bit. you’d had far too much to drink to even be thinking about the throbbing pain in your head that grew by the minute. there was only one person you wanted to find right now.

“rin! thank god, i’ve been looking for you.” you sighed when you reached your best friend. he was sat on the kitchen counter, no drink in his hand. he was never a big fan of drinking.

“what’s up? what do you need?” worry laced into his expression as he studied your face for evidence of an issue.

“rin, i really like you. like, a lot.“ it was clear to him that you didn’t just mean platonically.

“uhm, you’re too drunk you should sober up.” he said, neglecting your confession as an alcohol induced delusion.

“why would i lie? it’s so clear i’m in love with you!”

“y/n, you know i like someone else. i don’t feel that way about you. i thought we’d been over this.” he said with a look of forced guilt on his face as if he didn’t even feel slightly bad for shattering his best friend’s heart yet again.

“if i waited, could that maybe help?”

“patience won’t change how i feel about you, y/n.” a small breath let out from his previously pursed lips as he pat the top of your head twice.

drunk, sober, tipsy, blacked out, wasted, stoned, shitfaced, whatever y/n was it was never enough. because she wasn’t ruby. and she knew he would always love ruby. you found an empty bedroom and sat on the couch by the fireplace

so i’ll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship. you taught me a lesson: that love isn’t precious. it’s not like the novels. no pride and pres prejudice at all.

so ill just take a footnote in your life. and you could take my body, every line i would write for you. but a footnote will do. a footnote will do.

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“i picked your favourite restaurant just for you. to help with that hangover i’m sure you’ve got.”

“hey, it’s not that bad. i wasn’t as drunk as you think.”

“oh for sure.”

“excuse me- i just wanted to say i think you two are a super cute couple!” the hostess from before approached you and rintarou’s table with a bottle of booze, him kindly turning it down due to your current state.

oh and i’d be embarrassed if i weren’t so pleased. that everyone else sees what you’ll never see. we’re perfect together, but ill never be the one.

“rin i meant what i said last night. i was thinking fairly clearly.”

“what do you mean?”

“im in love with you, rintarou.”

“y/n you know how this conversation is gonna end, we’ve had it a million times. i could never see you as more than a friend, and you know that. im not yours and you aren’t mine, no matter what you may want.”

“i can’t be just friends with you.”

“what?” fear etched into his skin as he ran through every worst case scenario he could think of.

“im in love with you, in case you didn’t hear me the first two times. i can’t just be your friend, rin that’s how how i work. i can’t pretend to be happy for you when you have a future with someone else and i’ve been by your side since as long as i can remember. i can’t be happy that you’re giving everything i want to another person. i can’t do it. i can’t sit idly by and pretend. this isn’t a fucking fairytale and im not gonna be a side character in your little movie you’ve created. soon enough, i’ll be merely a memory to you. and that’ll be good enough. i need to leave, and i don’t know if i’ll ever see you again. and if i do, i hope i’ve moved on. im tired of reaching for stars i can’t touch, and yearning for things i can’t have. i need to move on from you. i can’t do that if you’re constantly at my side, as my best friend telling me it’ll be okay just to gush about whatever girl you’re fucking, ten minutes later. i can’t do it anymore, rin. thank you for breakfast, i’ve really gotta go.” and so you left. running out the café doors, without so much as a glance back at rintarou.

it was just the wrong person, at the wrong time.