Jun 18, 2025
New fear unlocked:
I go to dashcon 2 to meet the muppet joker and he's actually british
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New fear unlocked:
I go to dashcon 2 to meet the muppet joker and he's actually british
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First post!
Hello tumblr :)
Idk how any of this works, have a Ralsei drawing of mine as compensation while I figure things out
for science
yes i know what “your mom selling you to one direction” means
no i do not know what “your mom selling you to one direction” means
i just found out lyon's VA has a tumblr account and that he will reblog literally anything related to his characters. and hes active.
im terrified now because theres a high likelyhood that if i post about lyon (which i will certainly do at some point) he will see me being insane
Im scared to even tag this post 😭
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luka being scared of how serious it’s getting with female reader. he realized he loves her and she like his missing part. maybe he starts distancing because he’s scared. one night they get into an argument and she’s about to walk out the door when he falls to his knees in front of her and says “you complete me”. and it’s all love confession stuff! i just watched jerry maguire…
(buckle up😔)
Terrified…
For ten months, being with Luka had felt easy. Suspiciously easy.
She’d slip into his passenger seat and they’d drive around Los Angeles with no destination.
They “argued” over everything.
Cars. Basketball.Music.
Which burger place was actually the best.
Which hidden restaurant deserved more attention.
Which player had the best step back in NBA history.
(She insisted it wasn’t him just to annoy him.)
Every argument ended the same way.
Laughter.
A kiss.
Or Luka dramatically declaring he was right.
Sometimes all three.
Somehow, without either of them noticing, she became part of his everyday life.
And he became part of hers.
Every morning texts.
Late night phone calls.
Random grocery runs.
Watching movies neither of them paid attention to.
Tickets waiting for her at every game.
A hoodie left at his house.
The kind of things that happened when two people accidentally started building a life together.
And that was exactly the problem.
Because one night Luka realized something.
He was in love with her.
Completely.
Hopelessly.
Terrifyingly.
In love.
The realization hit him during something stupid.
They were sitting in traffic after dinner.
She was ranting passionately about why his taste in shoes was awful.
Absolutely awful.
Luka wasn’t even listening anymore.
He was watching her.
The way she talked with her hands.
The way her eyes lit up.
The way she laughed at her own jokes.
And suddenly it felt like someone had knocked the air from his lungs.
Because he couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore.
Not a single version of it.
Not one.
The thought should have made him happy.
Instead it terrified him.
Because everything he’d loved before had eventually left.
Everything he’d trusted had eventually broken.
And now she mattered too much.
The distancing started slowly.
A missed phone call here.
A canceled dinner there.
A text answered three hours later.
Then six.
Then twelve.
He told himself he was protecting himself.
But every day he ignored her, he felt worse.
Because all he wanted was her.
She noticed immediately.
Of course she did.
For months they’d seen each other almost every day.
Now he always had an excuse.
Practice. Meetings. Travel. Recovery.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
The word started feeling like a knife.
By the third week she’d had enough.
She showed up at his house.
The second Luka opened the door, he knew.
Her eyes were glassy.
Her jaw tight.
She looked hurt.
And somehow that was worse than if she’d been angry.
“Luka.”
His stomach dropped.
“Hey.”
“Can we talk?”
Ten minutes later they stood…
Tension thick enough to choke on.
He stood near the kitchen island.
She stood by the couch.
Neither moving.
Neither looking away.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
His chest tightened.
“I’m not.”
“Don’t.”
The hurt in her voice made him flinch.
“Don’t lie to me.”
He looked away.
Bad idea.
She noticed.
“See?”
“I’m busy.”
The second the words left his mouth he regretted them.
Her laugh was hollow.
Painful.
“Busy.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s your answer?”
Luka crossed his arms.
The defense mechanism kicking in.
“I have a lot going on.”
The moment she looked at him, he knew he’d messed up.
Because tears were forming.
And she was trying so hard not to let them fall.
“Do you know what hurts?” she started.
Her voice shook.
“Luka…”
His heart pounded.
“You used to call me every day.”
Silence.
“You used to want me around.”
Silence.
“You used to look at me like I mattered.”
Every word felt like a punch.
Because she did matter.
More than anything.
“I don’t know what happened.” she choked out.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“And you won’t tell me.”
Luka stared at the floor.
Coward.
Coward.
Coward.
“You know what?”
She grabbed her purse.
“Forget it.”
His head snapped up.
“What?”
She laughed bitterly.
“I love you.”
The words froze him.
Everything stopped.
His breathing.
His thoughts.
Everything.
She loved him.
But she kept talking.
Anger pouring out now.
Hurt pouring out.
“I love you, Luka.”
Another tear.
“But you clearly don’t need me.”
His chest physically hurt.
“You clearly don’t want me.”
“That’s not true.”
“Then what is true?”
He couldn’t answer.
Because the truth scared him too much.
She shook her head.
“I can’t keep begging someone to love me.”
The words shattered him.
And suddenly she was walking toward the door.
Actually leaving.
His heart started racing.
Fast.
Too fast.
The room felt smaller.
Harder to breathe.
Like someone was squeezing his chest.
No.
No.
No.
Not her.
Before she could reach the handle he moved.
Fast.
“Luka…”
He got there first.
Stepping between her and the door.
His breathing uneven.
Eyes wet.
And then…
To her complete shock…
He dropped to his knees.
“Luka!”
But he was already wrapping his arms around her waist.
Holding her like she might disappear.
Like she might vanish if he loosened his grip for even a second.
His face buried against her stomach.
And then she felt it.
His shoulders shaking.
A sob.
Then another.
“Luka…”
Her heart broke instantly.
“You complete me.”
The words came out muffled.
Broken.
Raw.
She froze.
His grip tightened.
“You complete me.”
A tear slipped down his face.
“And it terrifies me.”
His voice cracked completely.
Soft sobs escaping him.
Years of fear.
Years of heartbreak.
Years of abandonment.
All spilling out at once.
“I love you.”
Another sob.
“I love you so much.”
Her eyes filled instantly.
“Luka…”
“I’ve loved you for months.”
His voice shook.
“I love your stupid arguments.”
A watery laugh escaped her.
“I love when you steal my hoodies.”
Another sob.
“I love when you make fun of my basketball takes.”
“You deserve it.”
He laughed through tears.
“I love every part of you.”
His forehead pressed harder against her.
“And I’m terrified.”
His voice broke again.
“Because if I lose you…”
He couldn’t finish.
Couldn’t even say the words.
Her own tears fell.
“Oh, baby.” she whispers.
“You became my favorite part of every day.”
He was crying openly now.
No walls.
No defenses.
Nothing left.
“You became home.”
Her heart cracked wide open.
“Don’t go.”
The words came out choked.
Desperate.
Small.
“Please.”
Immediately she dropped to the floor with him.
Wrapping her arms around him.
Holding him tightly.
One hand buried in his hair.
The other cupping his jaw.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He closed his eyes.
A shaky breath escaping him.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She kissed the top of his head.
Again.
And again.
The man who looked fearless on a basketball court.
The man who carried entire franchises.
The man who never let anyone see him break.
Was falling apart in her arms.
And suddenly she understood.
He wasn’t scared because he didn’t love her.
He was scared because he loved her too much.
She tilted his face upward.
“Luka.”
His eyes were red.
Wet.
Vulnerable.
Beautiful.
“I love you.”
His lip trembled.
“I know.”
“No.”
She cupped both cheeks.
“I love you.”
Another tear escaped him.
“I love all of you.”
Kiss.
“The stubborn parts.”
Kiss.
“The annoying parts.”
Kiss.
“The scared parts.”
Kiss.
“The broken parts.”
Kiss.
“Every single part.”
“Oh sweet, Luka.”
His forehead touched hers.
“I choose you.”
His eyes closed.
“And I’m not leaving.”
A sob laugh escaped him.
“Promise?”
She smiled through tears.
“Promise.”
Then he kissed her.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just full of everything he’d been too afraid to say.
Months of love.
Months of longing.
Months of fear.
All of it.
When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers.
Their legs tangled together on the floor.
Neither of them moving.
Neither wanting to.
“I love you.”
He said it first this time.
Certain.
No fear.
Just truth.
“I love you too.”
A smile appeared.
Small at first.
Then bigger.
Then the smile she loved most.
The real one.
He pulled her into his lap.
Wrapped both arms around her.
And held her there.
Like he’d finally stopped running.
Like he’d finally found home a nd he wasn’t letting go.
Let's-a go for another round! It's my birthday today, which ofc is also Mario Day, so what better way to celebrate than with a draw over of my fav Mario power up! :>