comment_fic | Friday: Texts from Last Night

For my last day hosting this week, I'm bringing back a personal favorite, Texts from Last Night. Pick a text or a few from that site and pair it with a fandom (or make it author's choice) or make up a text for a fandom (or author's choice), and then make it a prompt! A friendly reminder: the site, as well as possibly some of these prompts, may not be SFW.

The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces

Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt

Examples:
Leverage, Eliot, i've been hiding in the laundry chute for like thirty minutes from her. not my manliest moment. but dude this is awesome
Sherlock, any, I just want to let it be known that I almost put my phone in the fridge.
Author's choice, "so explain again why im purple" "no"

Nothing inspiring you today? Why not go through the lonely prompts?

Have a good weekend, and sorry about the double post earlier (this post turned on the LJ spam filter for me for some reason)!

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“If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you do it on purpose.”

“Do what?” Tony asks as innocently as his hangover allows.

Loki glares at him. “Throw parties in my room when I have someone over.”

“I said I was sorry,” Tony grumbles, burying his face in Loki’s pillow.

“Yes, you did,” Loki sighs.

There’s silence in the small bedroom. Out in the corridor Tony’s guests from the night before are gathering their possessions and sluggishly taking their leave. It gives Tony a feeling of savage satisfaction to know that Loki’s bedfellow is not among them, that he left the night before when Tony burst in and ruined their night. He wasn’t good enough for Tony’s roommate anyway. None of the people Loki brings to his bed are.

“Is there anything else you want to say to me?” Loki asks, almost as if he can read Tony’s thoughts.

The words are there. “I hate it when you bring guys home.” “None of them are good enough for you.” “I want to be the only one allowed to see you naked.” “I want to be the only one to touch you and hold you as you sleep.” “You’re so much more than just my roommate.” “I love you.”

Instead Tony says, “Don’t bother making me breakfast, I’d probably just throw it back up.”

Loki’s silent in the way he always is when he’s not just angry but also so upset that he doesn’t trust himself to speak. Tony hears him stand, senses him searching for his own words. “I’m going out,” is what he settles on, his tone icy. “Clean up the mess your friends made.”

Tony waits until he’s sure Loki is gone before he begins to curse himself and his stupid pride. Why can’t he just tell him he cares? Why does he have to act like such an asshole when all he wants is for Loki to be happy? Why is he so fucked up that he is willing to ruin their friendship so that he doesn’t have to confront his feelings for Loki?

Fighting the urge to vomit, Tony breathes in deeply. Loki’s pillow smells of him and his fruity shampoo. The familiar scent soothes him, and Tony hates himself for that too. He hates Loki for making him feel this way and he hates himself for falling so hard for somebody he’ll never be able to confess his love for. He’s one gigantic ball of hate and rage and suddenly he’s emptying the contents of his stomach all over Loki’s bed.

Sitting up, Tony stares at the mess he and his guests have made of Loki’s room and wonders how his roommate has managed to put up with him and his idiocy for so long. Sighing, he stumbles to his feet and heads for the window. He opens it to let in fresh air and hopefully prevent the smell of his vomit from sticking. Then he rolls up his metaphorical sleeves and starts work on the post-party devastation.

Oh, and this is heartbreaking. Just the way Tony can't say it and the way he's driving Loki away because of it and... OH. ;;

The words are there. “I hate it when you bring guys home.” “None of them are good enough for you.” “I want to be the only one allowed to see you naked.” “I want to be the only one to touch you and hold you as you sleep.” “You’re so much more than just my roommate.” “I love you.” *Cries quietly*

Friday: Texts from Last Night

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