#can you name a better hug? idek

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 3.08 In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency

[thedivinershiddenarchive]

idk how many incest-related or yandere requests you're getting but. okay hear me out for a moment. "healing" sex with big brother yan!tartaglia and mute!reader.

i say "healing" in quotations because he's not only manipulating her, into doing this, but he made a move the moment she's at a very vulnerable state (remembering her past). he's so good with his words that he fully convinces her that he'll "protect" her, that this will give some form of "closure." don't get me wrong he cares deeply about his step-sister ofc, but good lord the way he expresses it.

probably takes advantage of her (like praising her ig) just to let her trust him more so he can have her all for himself. he doesn't directly say it, but he makes sure she knows she belongs to him, whether she likes it or not. in this case, she probably does?? ig?? (it doesnt have to be mute!reader btw, if you want to change it to a different reader then go for it)

[Most likely referenced to Secrets can be kept in Snow]

cw. st3pc3st, yandere!childe x mute!fem!reader, possesive and manipulative AND unhealthy behavior, (reader's) family trauma, d4cryphili4, marking/h1ck3ys, usage of "princess", usage of childe's real name, arguments (childe's father & reader's mother), childe is s4distic

a/n. sorry yall, there are too much full fic requests and i'm extremely unmotivated so i'm gonna be doing thirsts.. idek if i call these thirsts bcus they're so goddang long for some reason.

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I can see how manipulative he can be when it's in his POV rather than yours. Childe's wit most likely improved after he trained to become a Harbinger. Don't misunderstand him; he was initially protective of you because you couldn't defend yourself through talking or fighting. You weren't that type of person. He was.

Let's say, you haven't fully healed yet after your first time. You still cling onto him like a leech, the arguments your mother and Childe's father get into are not often but they happen and they remind you of your past. He wanted to help you so you let him, let him do whatever he wants to heal your trauma and you don't think twice about it. Why would you when he's being so sweet and helpful?

He'd do it with you many times, saying it was part of the process. You would trust his words blindly, never knowing his true intentions with you. His sweet praises on how good of a girl you are for him and how you're taking him so well while you sit on his lap and whimpering at the feeling of him stretching you out. You felt so good around him he couldn't help hugging you tightly and whispering for you to stay quiet. Ajax knows you feel good but you can't risk the two of you being caught.

We can also see how much our dear stepbrother becomes really posessive over you too. You're pretty easy to persuade and it isn't hard for Ajax to eliminate any other men in your life that could try to steal you away from him. Of course, not a lot of people know about the eleventh harbinger's family so he could easily take you out to places and act all affectionate. The two of you look nothing alike so it wasn't a problem to act like a couple.

Your cries and sounds, they're the reasons why he's still alive in the first place. Your whining as he fills you to the brim. It was those nights again where he'd visit your room for the healing process. Where he'll go gentle with you and sing praises into your ears when you get emotional from it. He knows how much this reminds you of your past and he does his best to comfort you (to get you to trust him more).

The process would include a lot of foreplay, Childe knows you're not used to his touches yet since they make you feel weird. Especially when they get intimate but you try and be brave for him. Taking the kisses he gives you on your neck and chest, his fingers tickling your clothed cunt.

And once he's inside of your sweet pussy, oh his touches just get even better (and physical). His hand carefully pulling your head back to mark your neck all over, don't worry, he'll make sure to have his scarf around you and tell the others that you were feeling too cold and that he was more than capable of taking care of you so they won't know about the hickeys.

Childe's love for you is genuine and everlasting, he wouldn't go rough on you if you didn't ask for it. Hell, you've been giving him everything he ever wanted and you're behaving well. It wouldn't be fair if he didn't do the same. He promises to make you feel good, make you feel safe. And he doesn't break his promises.

"Ah," he'll moan into your ear, "Feel so good, princess. J-just like that, fuck.." he groans, hugging you tightly, his face into your neck and sniffing your scent. Your gasps can be heard inside the room as well as the slapping of skin, "Doing so good for me, yeah? Being a good girl for me?" Ajax growls, biting into your skin lightly. You only sobbed, limping onto him. Tonight, you heard your mother's arguments towards Ajax's father and it was about you. Ajax knows how that makes you weak, especially when the arguments get physical or violent but that never happens, his father was a reasonable man and so was Ajax. He didn't blame you for being emotional so he wanted to comfort you.

Your parents' shouts are as loud as ever but he was making sure you didn't hear it by soughing into your ears, just not loud enough to deafen the whole thing. Your vulnerable state was the reason he could have you to himself to care for in the first place. "It's alright, darling. Nothing's gonna hurt you and if there is, they're gonna have to get through me first.." he chuckles, pulling your body closer to his.

Your pretty moans and sounds, they get him going as well as your tears. He'd lick them away and savor your face as you turn into a sobbing, hiccuping mess on him. Ajax doesn't like seeing you sad, especially if it isn't in this kind of way. Even after the healing process has finished, he'd ask for another round. Saying he felt unsatisfied and that it wasn't enough to comfort you. You just let yourself go and concede into his embrace as you just let him do what he wants with you. You don't know better but that's fine, he says. He can handle it.

© notsodivininglover 2023. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbiddened.

[nervocat]

★ 📝 — notes: first writing for flufftober, first Omori writing. don't think I'll do this specific top with hsr or genshin impact but if people rlly want me too than I will.

this is strictly platonic btw and reader (you) just come over to their house, you're not siblings with anyone and is hinted to being on the younger side.

       — word count: 857 , fandom: omori , cw: omori spoilers, sorry, it's like a bittersweet moment for this.. but it's still fluff and ig with the smallest hint of angst, idek if it's that, more so hurt/comfort ig — ✦

                     " Cooking Halloween Cookies with Them "

★ — Sunny & Mari

     Mari does most of the work like the cooking of the cookies, but you and Sunny do the icing together and help mix the cookie batter (you two sneak a bite of the raw cookie dough, but Mari notices it and just lets it slide with a stifled giggle). Sunny's cookies probably turn out better than yours if you're not experienced with this stuff, the icing being relatively straight, maybe uneven. You and Sunny decided that you would do ghosts and he would do pumpkins, Mari doing other things like witch hats, candles, black cats, the usual, but she doesn't mind. You guys normally make a minimum of 30 cookies so you can share with the others every year since Mari was 9.

     When Halloween day comes around, you bring the cookies over to wherever a Halloween party is being held between the friend group and the cookies are always the best. Whenever it's your guy's turn to make the cookies for this year, it's always good.

     Even after the death of Mari and since Sunny shut himself away, you brought cookies to his door every Halloween with Kel to remind him that you're there for him and to remind him of the good times. ☆

✦ — Hero & Kel

     Again, Hero does most if not all the work while you and Kell goof off. Hero's not mad at all, quite the opposite, and you two normally get only about 3 cookies decorated, which were a couple ghosts and a black cat and a pumpkin. You two eat a lot of the raw cookie dough and he has to scold you guys after your third bite.

     "Kel, [name], you've eaten six total raw cookies, you're lucky I made more batter than needed."

     "Sorry Hero.." You and Kel say in unison, looking away from Hero and each other while you fidgeted with your fingers with your heads down. Hero just sighed and let out a breath of laughter, patting both of your guy's heads while Hero and Kels mom watched on in the back with a smile.

     The friend group loves Hero's cookies. They're always just right and look very nice and people can always tell who decorated what cookie since your guy's is a little messy (especially Kels). You and Kels cookies taste the same though, and Aubery teases you two about your messy decorating job and it turns into a mini playful fight — like always, the others just laugh to themselves.. other than Sunny of course, who just watches on from his sisters side.

     After Maris death, you two made it your mission to get good at making cookies and with the help of Kel and Hero's mom, you succeed, and try to get Hero to have some when Halloween comes around. You two always notice how the couple of cookies you gave him are gone the next day. ✧

★ — Aubrey

      She's actually a pretty good cook. Aubrey always comes over to your house to make them though and if you also don't have the best home life, you go to Mari and Sunny's house to make them. The group likes her cookies and she adds her own little flare to the cats, hats, ghosts and whatever else she decides to make by adding something pink to them. She really does love to cook with you and it always reminds her that her friends and you are there for her.

     She likes to have quality time with her friends and teases Kel for not being able to cook cookies or decorate them properly, which is just playful banter the two have and they still are good friends. Whenever Hero or Mari compliments her cooking, she always beams at the praise and hugs them, to which they reciprocate with gentle laughter.

      Even after Maris death and everyone kinda ditched her, you made sure to stick by her side throughout all her changes and even though her group tells her to ditch you, she can't get rid of her cookie cooking buddy, and still has the little flare to her cookies when it's Halloween. ✧

★ — Basil

     Doesn't actually know how to cook very well. He focuses more on gardening and taking pictures so he doesn't really find much need to cook complex things like cookies. If you're good at cooking, you show him how to make it and if not, Polly helps you two. Basil's very good at decorating though, and he loves to decorate the cookies with you. He decided to make Halloween colored flowers while you made the typical Halloween stuff.

     The group likes how Basil does his cookies even if he didn't exactly cook them himself. When the group and you are just hanging out, like always, he takes pictures of you all and makes sure he gets the cookies in there as well.

     After Maris death, you notice he becomes more jumpy and skittish, but either way, he still makes the cookies with you every Halloween and thoroughly enjoys doing it. It's one of the things that kept him grounded when Mari died and helped him temporarily forget his involvement in the incident. ☆

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Pomegranate Ink: XXXII

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: The final confrontation against Sukuna.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.2k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: man idek at this point…call it sibling bonding or wtvr

“You’re sure you have to do this?” you said, holding onto the end of Gojo’s shirt and walking alongside him, following him to the door. He had already said farewell to the others; you were the only one left, the only one who refused to let go. It was typically like that, though — you were closer to him than the others were by virtue of knowing him throughout your childhood, even before coming to the school.

“The only other option is to allow Sukuna to keep Megumi,” Gojo said. “And to terrorize society at his leisure. We both know that that’s not something we can live with. I do have to do this, whether or not you want me to.”

“Speaking of which, do you think Megumi can still be saved?” you said. “Or is it too late? Must we let go of him already?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I will…I will try my best to bring him back, but in the process of defeating Sukuna, I might have to harm him a bit, so I can’t guarantee it. It’s an impossible position we’re in, since Sukuna and Megumi are one and the same, but we want to save one as much as we want to kill the other.”

“That’s what I’m here for, though,” you said grimly. “You can beat him up as much as you need to. I’ll heal him up and he’ll be back to his normal self with no issues. By this time next week, he’ll be sighing all passive-aggressively all over the place, and it’ll be like he never left.”

“It makes me feel better to know that’s the case,” he said. “Relying on you leaves less of a bitter taste in my mouth than relying on others. And while we’re on the subject, you have what I gave you yesterday, right?”

“Yes, of course, but like you said, I don’t think they’ll come in much handy for me anymore,” you said. He shrugged.

“You never know. Maybe you’ll decide you want them, for some reason,” he said. “Just keep them safe. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how precious they are.”

“I already promised I would! Besides, even if they weren’t like that, I would’ve taken care of them all the same. Anything from you is precious to me,” you said. He mimed gagging.

“That was horribly cheesy, by the way,” he said, ruffling your hair as he often did when his hands were free and his mind was busy but he wanted to show his affection for you in some way. “But I appreciate the sentiment, I guess.”

“I know you feel the same, you dumb egret, so there’s no need for the tough act,” you said.

“Egret? Calling me that is a little far out of the realm of plausibility,” he said. “I don’t look anything like one.”

“Hm, I don’t know. I think it’s perfectly apt as a description,” you said. He considered this before shrugging.

“We can discuss the semantics later. For now, come here,” he said, opening his arms. You embraced him in the way you always did, and it felt the way it always did, too, warm and comfortable and solid despite how cold his extremities were and how lean his body was.

“You never used to hug me so much,” you said, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong or happening, that this was just an ordinary farewell, as if you were only going back home for the weekend or something. “This is a recent development. What gives?”

“Blame it on old age,” he said.

“You aren’t even thirty yet,” you said. “That’s hardly considered ‘old age’ in any sense of the concept.”

“It’s older than you are,” he shot back. “But fine. For luck, then?”

“For luck,” you agreed. “I’ll see you later, Gojo.”

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said, and then you were alone in the doorway, gazing at the empty space where he had once been and wishing for only the briefest moment that he was not so selfless, that he had instead chosen to abandon the world and everyone to stay with you and be your teacher forever.

Everyone was waiting for you back in the room where Mei Mei had connected her crow vision technique to a bunch of TVs, letting you all watch the confrontation between Gojo and Sukuna in real-time and adjust your responses accordingly. After all, there were so many variables at play that without that, it would be impossible for anyone to know what to do next. It was the whole reason that Gojo had called her in the first place — well, that, and because of her little brother Ui Ui, who was on the whole even more useful than she was.

You made a beeline for the couch where Yuta and Maki were, settling in between them, surprising just about no one. Wrapping your arms around Yuta’s bicep, you lay your cheek against it, knocking your knees against his as you sat, for he would serve as your support now more than ever.

“He’s gone,” you said when it became obvious everyone was waiting for you to speak. “Left for Shinjuku. They should get started soon.”

“I wish he would’ve let us come help him,” Hakari said. “Don’t interrupt me, Y/N! I know that he works better alone, so we would actually drag him down, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad about it.”

“Actually, I was just going to say that it’s a pleasant surprise to see you concerned about someone other than yourself,” you said. “I’m really proud, Hakari. It seems like you’ve grown a lot in the past month.”

“Oh, shut up,” he said. You rolled your eyes but found you were too stressed to actually engage in any meaningful arguments with him. Anyways, it was as you always said: arguing with Hakari only made a person dumber, and now was not the time for that sort of thing.

“There he is,” Maki said, pointing at the screens where Gojo could now be seen, as cocky as ever, made more arrogant by the way he was towering over Sukuna, who was after all in the body of a first year student.

“Wow,” Hakari said. “Fushiguro is such a little shrimp! That boy needs a growth spurt immediately.”

Wordlessly, Yuta handed you a pillow, already knowing what you wanted to do. Accepting it gratefully, you chucked it at Hakari, smiling slightly when it smacked into his stomach, prompting a groan from him but then a blissful silence afterwards. Kirara did briefly glare at you, the closest thing to retaliation you got, but since you didn’t care much about that, it was a positive outcome overall.

“He’s not that short,” Itadori defended, though considering he was shorter than Megumi, there was definitely some bias coloring his words. “Besides, anyone would look tiny next to Gojo, except for maybe Todo.”

“That’s true,” Hakari allowed. “Yeah, I’ll apologize to Fushiguro next time we meet. Plus, all of us are like that in our first years. The rest of his family members that I’ve seen are pretty tall, so I’m sure he’ll be like that once he grows up.”

After that, you all mostly were silent, only occasionally remarking on events as they happened. Sukuna and Gojo moved at a pace almost too fast to comprehend, and it seemed their minds worked at that kind of speed, as well. The things they were doing were unfathomable to sorcerers like the rest of you, every new move drawing gasps from everyone watching, mostly due to the sheer gall they required and the way they were completely redefining sorcery as you knew it. There was no doubt in any of your minds: this was truly a clash of the two strongest sorcerers in all of history, and despite Gojo’s confidence, there was no certain victor. It could happen in any way. The scales could tip in either’s favor at any moment, and it was likely that you wouldn’t even realize until the balance was so unequal that nothing could be done to restore it.

“So that’s Mahoraga,” Kusakabe said at one point. It had definitely come as a surprise that the generally self-interested teacher had decided to stay and fight alongside the others instead of running like Noritoshi and Elakshi had, but for some reason, even though he wasn’t particularly strong, his presence comforted you. Like Ieri and Gojo, he had once been an authority figure in your life, someone who could be counted upon to know the answers to your questions, so now that the scenario was so confusing, having him there made it feel like there was a chance that order could at some point be restored. Furthermore, due to his expertise and experience as a teacher, he was able to explain what was happening to everyone in a way that you could understand, which was invaluable.

According to Kusakabe, Mahoraga was the pinnacle of the Ten Shadows technique that was engraved on Megumi’s body. It was a massive, hulking being that was an amalgamation between man and snake, with its body vaguely humanoid but its head distinctly serpentine. It was inescapably eerie and uncanny, and you shuddered, pressing even closer to Yuta at the sight of it. He did not react, eyes trained on the screens, tracking every slight movement that Gojo and Sukuna made even before they made them.

“He can do it, can’t he?” Itadori said, voice small. “He can defeat Sukuna before Mahoraga adapts, right?”

Nobody responded, because of course none of you knew what the outcome would be. In such a close match, even a breath taken at the wrong time could be fatal for either party, so there was no way of knowing who would come out on top. Especially now that Mahoraga had been added into the mix, with his potential to cut through even the Limitless via adaptation…who could be sure? Who could still say with full confidence that Gojo would win, besides Gojo himself? Because you knew he would, could hear his haughty voice in your mind even now: I will win.

“Has he forgotten about Fushiguro?” Hana said. She was right: you had never seen Megumi’s body in a worse condition, but Gojo seemed to pay it no mind, adding to the cuts and bruises blooming on the boy’s fair skin at will, even taunting him as he went along, though naturally it was not Megumi he was insulting but Sukuna himself, Sukuna and his reliance on Megumi’s technique and the shikigami he could summon. What kind of King of Curses can’t even go against his enemy without the help of a little boy? Come on, give me a break!

“It’s fine,” Kashimo said. “I hope he has — it’s more interesting that way. He should’ve forgotten him from the start!”

“No way!” Itadori said. “You don’t even know him, so you can just be quiet, okay? Seriously! Who even invited you here?”

“Of course, he’s doing his best to save Megumi, but he can’t afford to hold back, not when Sukuna won’t do the same,” you said as Kashimo shrugged, obviously unbothered by Itadori’s words. “We’ll lose both of them if he does that. At this point, he has to rely on instinct, so he can’t give any consideration to Megumi anymore, not until it’s safe enough. Faltering is as good as surrendering, so he just can’t.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” Itadori said. “It makes sense, but it feels unfair. Fushiguro didn’t do anything! He doesn’t deserve this. It should be my body out there. It would be alright if I was the one that Gojo had to kill, but why him?”

“Have a little more trust in Gojo,” Yuta said evenly. “He always has a plan. It’ll be alright. Megumi’s important to him, so he wouldn’t leave things up to fate or chance. If he didn’t think that he could save him, then he would’ve said something; conversely, since he’s said he’ll do his best, he honestly will. You know he’s like that.”

As the only remaining special grade sorcerer — alongside Gojo, of course — Yuta’s words carried a certain weight to them, and indeed as soon as he spoke, there was a collective release of the tension gathered in the room. He was as right as always; Gojo wouldn’t just charge into things blindly. He was much too calculated to just disregard something so important in the heat of the moment like that, and especially not when Megumi’s life was up in the air. Megumi, who was probably the only other person he cared for as much as he did you. You were worrying because you could only see the results of the clash, not the thought process behind every move, but when had any of you ever truly been able to follow Gojo’s thought process in the first place?

At one point, when it looked like Gojo might lose, Yuta stood up. Takaba, a comedian-turned-sorcerer that had come with Itadori and allied himself with everyone else for some reason, did the same, and both of them headed towards the door. Nobody else took notice, completely fascinated by the unlikely comeback Gojo was in the process of making, but because you had been all but laying atop Yuta, you were immediately alerted to his departure.

“Where are you going?” you said, following after him, a suspicion growing in you that he was leaving to join the fight against Sukuna. Takaba glanced between the two of you before gulping and then waving, mouthing something at Yuta and then ducking out. You cocked your head at him before deciding that he was a comedian and therefore must be prone to doing such strange things.

“It’s something that I discussed with Gojo,” Yuta said. “Just last night. While everyone is focused on him and Sukuna, I’m going to take on Kenjaku. It’s the perfect moment to strike; no one will see it coming, especially not Kenjaku himself. Everyone thinks I’m the next in line if Gojo should fall, but in truth, I’ll be there, ready to kill that blight.”

“By yourself?” you said, numbness washing over you as your mind worked through what he was saying. He was going to go fight Kenjaku. It was even worse than going to help Gojo against Sukuna, because at least then, he’d have aid. But this — this was an endeavor he was undertaking all alone. He was going somewhere where no one could help him. Not Gojo. Not Maki. Not you. Nobody would be there for him.

“Takaba is going to be with me, so I won’t be alone,” he said, though this didn’t reassure you much. Takaba, a comparatively untrained sorcerer, would likely just serve as a distraction to cloak Yuta’s arrival, so the onus was still on Yuta’s shoulders. He was the one who would have to actually do it, which meant that he essentially was going against Kenjaku on his own.

“You can’t,” you said. “Yuta, you can’t. He beat Yuki Tsukumo, who was a special grade sorcerer! Listen to me this time and leave it. Don’t go. Let someone else take care of it.”

“Who but me could go?” he said. “It’s just as you said. He beat Yuki Tsukumo, which means no one else even stands a chance. I’m the only one left who can capitalize on this moment, the only remaining special grade sorcerer — bar the obviously preoccupied Gojo — and I cannot let this opportunity go. Kenjaku is as big of a thorn in our sides as Sukuna is, and we mustn’t let him live. He’s the reason all of this has happened, Y/N. Do you think I could just sit here and wait while he continues to exist?”

“Hakari can go,” you said desperately. “Or Itadori, or Choso. Anyone else can, but just not you. I don’t want it to be you. I can’t handle it if it’s you.”

“It’ll be okay,” he said. “Takaba and I have a plan, just like Gojo does. Even when things seem like they’re going badly, please remember this: we know what we’re doing. It may look like we’re struggling, but don’t just believe what you see. We have it all figured out.”

He was putting on a brave face for you. He didn’t have things ‘figured out’ any more than Gojo did; both of them were going into things blindly, facing off against opponents shrouded in mystery and unpredictability — they were mere men, battling preternatural, ancient monsters that had never tasted defeat. But for you, Yuta was pretending to have courage. You wondered where that frightened, deer-eyed boy you had met hiding under a desk in that high school had gone? The one who had ducked behind you at every loud noise? When had it become that he was the valiant one and you were the coward?

You couldn’t send him to his own death like this, but you also knew you could not stop him. He would go. You would stay. That was what your fates would be. His place was the battlefield, as yours was the hospital ward. That was why you could not beg him any longer — for you to ask him not to fight was like him asking you not to heal. It was what he was born to do, which meant that even if his subjugation was all but assured, he would still raise his sword, would still hold it with the very pride that a victor would, so that he might die in the same way he lived: as a jujutsu sorcerer.

“What will I do?” you said. “When you are gone, what will I do?”

“Wait for me,” he said. “Until I come back, you will wait for me. That’s what you’ll do.”

Unlike him, you couldn’t be considered strong, not anymore. You couldn’t maintain your composure, so it was with a choked cry that you flew at him, holding onto him as securely as you could, trying to memorize what he felt like, what it meant to embrace him, the way his body fit against yours, the way his heart beat against your chest, the exact smell of the soap he used to shower and wash his clothes.

“How am I supposed to do that?” you said. “How am I supposed to wait for you all alone?”

“You can do it,” he said. “You’re the girl I — you’re my Y/N. You can do it.”

“Please say it, Yuta,” you said. “Before you go, please tell me that you love me.”

Those words which he had never spoken, could never speak into existence. If he was going to challenge Kenjaku, then you wanted to hear them. If he might never come back again, then you wanted him to say them aloud. If there was no more hope for you two, then what did it matter if he cursed you with his love? You would accept such a curse gladly, if that was the only bargain.

“Y/N,” he said, and you knew before he said it what his answer would be.

“Just one time,” you pleaded. “You never have to again, but just once, please tell me.”

He was silent, only clinging to you tighter, too reluctant to let go immediately. But even when he tried to pull away, you refused to let him, knowing that once he left, he likely would not come back. Your dearest Yuta, your most beloved Yuta, your kind, gentle boy…how could he stand against a sorcerer like Kenjaku and win? Why was this pointless death the most he’d ever amount to? What kind of a person was he, that it didn’t even mean anything to him, that he marched forwards in spite of it?

Well, maybe it was because of this: he had, since his youth, been followed by that very death. Rika, the Queen of Curses, her darkness had been wrapped around him since the day she had become a vengeful spirit, and so death was the one thing which had never frightened him, not when the two were so intimately acquainted that it was as if they were old friends.

Maki did not question the fact that you were alone, that Yuta had vanished, that you were obviously weeping as you sat next to her. The others gave you looks containing various degrees of sympathy, but they, too, did not say anything. You were not their main concern at the moment, and neither was Yuta. It was Gojo who you were all thinking about, all focused on, because for the first time in the fight, he had the upper hand. For the first time, one thing was obvious: he was going to win. The scales had been disbalanced in his favor. He had exorcised Mahoraga and whatever other shikigami Sukuna had summoned, so it was down to the two of them, and while Gojo was hale, Sukuna was obviously tired. It wasn’t up in the air anymore — he was really going to do it.

Her reflexes were faster. She detected patterns quicker. She was just more skeptical than the rest of you. You weren’t sure which was truly the explanation, but it remained that Maki saw it happen before anyone else did. Sukuna smirked, if a mere twitch of his lips could be considered as such, and then Maki’s hand was slapping over your eyes and the world was dark and then someone was shouting. Itadori. It was Itadori, but why was he shouting? Hadn’t Gojo won? What reason did he have, then, to shout like that?

“Don’t open your eyes,” Maki instructed you. “Y/N, whatever you do, don’t open them.”

She knew better than you. You should’ve listened, but you did not. As soon as she removed her hand, you blinked your eyes open, trying to regain your bearings, and then you looked at the screen. After that, it was you screaming, not Itadori, trying to shut your eyes and pretend like you hadn’t seen it, pretend like it had just been a bad dream or intrusive thought or something. But even in your worst nightmares, your mind had never conjured up an image like that, which meant that you must’ve seen it, that it must’ve been real. It was real. It was real. It was real.

The scene was burnt into your mind: Gojo, his body cleaved into two, his upper half bloody on the ground but his legs still upright, so fast had it all been. As you had watched, they had collapsed beside his severed torso, and the sight was so gory that you would’ve retched if you had eaten anything earlier. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead.

But you were the girl who had brought someone back to life. This was not like Tullia, who had been beyond the point of saving once Sukuna got to her. You had to snap out of it; there was still a chance, after all. If you could get a hold of yourself, then there was still a chance. Reaching out, you grabbed Maki’s hand, squeezing it, clutching the only thing you surely had left in this world. She squeezed back.

“Someone, bring me his body,” you said, your voice shaky but determined. “As soon as possible. I can bring him back.”

“Hold on,” Hakari said, surprisingly softly given his usually brash attitude. “He’s cut in half, Y/N. You can’t possibly believe you can heal that.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “I can do it. This is why I gave up fighting: so that I can heal. I’ve done it before, so I will do it again. I will bring Gojo back to life.”

Thanks to Mei Mei’s little brother’s teleportation technique, Kirara was able to quickly retrieve Gojo’s body, setting the two halves on a gurney in front of you and then stepping back so that you could get to work, arranging the pieces so that they fit together once more. Sukuna’s technique was so perfect and precise that it appeared as if they had never been split in the first place, no overlaps or gaps between the jagged edges of his flesh.

He looked like he was sleeping. If your hands weren’t sticky with his blood, if you didn’t know that he would never be this still even when asleep, then you would’ve really believed that he was just resting. But your fingers were red and Gojo was incapable of serenity, so taking a deep breath, you reached far within yourself, drawing upon every single hurt you had ever felt, every injury inflicted upon you, every harsh word and lost friend. You reached for all of it and prayed it would be enough.

“Composition,” you said, waiting for the debilitating pain to hit you, the pain of death unto life, the pain you would gladly accept if it meant saving Gojo. But there was nothing. “Composition.” Nothing. “Composition.”

Nothing. There was nothing.

“Composition.”

Nothing.

Why was his heart not beating? Why was it not working? Why could you not save him? Why couldn’t you bring him back? You were capable of it. Why weren’t his skin and bones knitting together? Why did his organs not heave back into function?

“Gojo,” you said. “Gojo. Wake up now. It’s not funny anymore. Composition.”

You weren’t healing anything, but blood was pouring from your nose, your body protesting the constant activation and subsequent cancellation of your Reverse Cursed Technique. The droplets mixed with your tears, but you ignored both, because to acknowledge them meant acknowledging something else.

“Hey,” Maki said, tugging on your hand. “Come on.”

“No,” you said. “No. No. Composition.”

You were sobbing as you continued to initiate the Reverse Cursed Technique, uncaring of the fact that everyone was watching you, uncaring of the fact that your failure was on display for them all to see, uncaring of the fact that you were acting like a small child. Composition. Composition. Composition. That was the only thing on your mind.

“It’s time to give up,” Maki said. “Y/N. You can stop now. He’s really gone. Even you can’t bring him back.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe. All you could do was wail, grasping onto his shirt, his shoulders, whatever you could reach as Maki tried to pull you away, gagging as you bawled, the acrid smell of blood and sweat coating your nostrils and tongue as you threw yourself over his corpse. Your nature was like that, you realized. It was the same reason you had followed him to the door: you were not a girl who knew what it meant to let go.

“Why?” you gasped out as Maki physically lifted you and dragged you off of him, his sleeves tearing off as she yanked you away without care for how obstinately you were holding onto the scraps of him you could reach. “Why? I love him, too, so why can’t I bring him back? Let me go, Maki! I can still save him!”

“Y/N.” It was Ieri who was speaking now, her soft voice as sorrowful as it was severe. “You can’t. Some people are beyond saving.”

You had chosen to heal so that you could save people, but in the end, you had saved no one. Yuta was off fighting against Kenjaku, and who knew if he would survive that? Gojo was dead. Megumi was gone. You had never done anything that mattered. In the end, Composition, just like the L/Ns, had failed you. Some people are beyond saving. But that wasn’t supposed to matter to you. You were supposed to be able to save them, anyways.

“Ui Ui,” you said, the instant Maki put you down and you were standing on your own two feet, though she conspicuously did not remove her hands from your shoulders. Your grief had condensed into a hollow pit in your stomach, one that you shoved aside for the moment, knowing you could not think about it now. Feeling around in your pocket for Gojo’s final gift to you, you straightened your shoulders and felt a sort of calm wash over you when you found it, fingers curling around the cool wood. “I need you to take me to Sukuna.”

“What do you think?” Gojo said, presenting you with a small box containing a set of red needles. You hesitantly accepted them, wondering what use he thought you would have for them. “I harassed the L/Ns into imbuing them with Dissection as they were forged — that’s why they’re red like that — and then, I personally cursed them. Not just in that half-assed way I used to curse your old ones, either. Nope, these needles have more energy than even most Grade 1 sorcerers do! If the higher ups were still around, they would probably dub them special grade cursed tools, though they’re largely impractical to utilize for anyone but you.”

“I won’t ever use them,” you said. “So you shouldn’t have gone to all of that trouble. But thank you for doing that, and for entrusting them to me, anyways.”

“Who knows?” he said. “It just makes me feel better to know you have them. That way, you’ll never be defenseless. There’ll be this small piece of me that’ll always be with you, protecting you even when my entire self can’t be there to do it.”

“You didn’t train with everyone else,” Kusakabe said. “It’s too dangerous. You absolutely cannot go. Anyways, didn’t you give up combat?”

“I thought that healing was how I could save people,” you said. “But it turns out that I can’t save anyone, regardless of what I choose. So I will do what I set out to in the start. I will fight.”

“I’ll go with her,” Maki said, nodding at you firmly. You had thought for a second that she might try to convince you to stay back, but you really shouldn’t have. She wasn’t like Yuta and Gojo, who always tried to protect you. She was the one who had first taught you to fight, after all, the one who taught you what the definition of strength itself was. She would never try to stop you, not for as long as you allowed her to stay by your side — and you would never, ever deny her that, because you could not deny yourself her presence, because there was a time when she had been the only one you could call distinctly and wholly your own.

Shinjuku was nothing more than a mess of rubble and rocks strewn about at this point. Sukuna had shifted into his true form, and if you had had the time, then thinking about what that meant for Megumi would have driven you to tears anew. Yet it was like this: you could no longer think about Megumi. Not now, when he was beyond saving. Not now, when Gojo was dead. Not now, when you and Maki were about to make your own stand against the creature which had stolen so much from everyone you both loved.

“What now?” Maki said. “Do you have a plan?”

“Sort of. You have to stay back,” you said. “I’m pretty sure he still won’t do anything to me, but he doesn’t have the same misgivings about killing you, so only come if it seems like I really am about to die.”

“What if I’m not fast enough?” she said.

“You will be,” you said. “There’s not a soul alive that’s faster than you, but anyways, it won’t come to that, so don’t engage him in battle until I’ve made my move and sufficiently weakened him. Once I’ve done that, you can come help me.”

Sukuna noticed you almost immediately, and then he was batting away Itadori and the others, his entire inhuman body’s hatred concentrated solely on you, as it always was, as it always would be. You thought in the back of your mind that you should’ve felt afraid at that moment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be anything but resigned. This was an inevitable eventuality. Perhaps you had delayed it by choosing to heal, but in the end, there was no surprise that it was you two. The King of Curses. The girl named after the woman who sealed him. In truth, the ending of this story had been written a long time ago.

“Y/N L/N,” he said, his tone the same as always, seething and loveless and loathing. Maybe this was how your name should always be said. Y/N L/N, the horrible girl who fought when she should’ve healed and healed when she should’ve fought, the one who could not help a single person she cared about. Maybe Sukuna had it right after all.

“Sukuna,” you said. “You killed Gojo.”

He laughed. “Yes, I did.”

“And Tullia,” you added.

“Correct,” he said.

“And — and Megumi,” you said, half-hoping he would refute this. But he dashed your hopes as soon as they blossomed, humming in agreement.

“Indeed, that is the case,” he said. “All of those people are gone. You loved each and every one of them, and now they are all dead at my hand. I killed them, and it brought me the greatest pleasure and most immense joy to do so.”

“Why?” you said. “Why am I still alive when they’re not? Why do you torture me like this? What have I ever done to you?”

“Nothing,” he said. “You have never done anything. But I need you for my own purposes, and I despise you for that reason. I despise you because you, insignificant and irritating as you are, are so important to me.”

“How?” you said. “I don’t understand it. What can I even do for you? I’m not Megumi. I don’t have a technique that will allow you to defeat some great foe, and you don’t need a body from me anymore, not now that you have regained your true form. So why do you want me?”

“You don’t have to understand,” he said. “My reasons are mine alone. I don’t owe an explanation to a bitch of a girl who’s closer to being vermin than anything.

He would never tell you, you realized. You would never get to know what he desired from you, because in his eyes, you would never be his equal. Not like Gojo was. You weren’t powerful like the others, either, so you couldn’t demand he speak; thus, you had to make peace with the uncertainty and continue onwards. Because even though there wasn’t much you could do at this point, not anymore, you no longer despaired. You just used the only thing you had left, something which had been there for you from the start and was now there for you in the end.

It was the same as the first time, all of the way back on that balcony during the party which Gojo had rescued you from. Then, just as now, an inappropriate giddiness had filled you as you finally did what your blood had always sang for. For the last time, you made that figurative leap, knowing that you would invariably crash but cherishing the instant of free-fall that came before the impact, the one which you always had longed for so greatly in your youth.

“Dissection,” you said, the word falling from your lips so easily, so familiarly, hanging in the air for a moment as you activated your cursed technique for the first time since Shibuya.

Sukuna cackled at you. “Foolish girl! Do you really think that that’s enough to face me, when even the infamous Limitless technique of the Gojo clan was not? Use your ridiculous, pointless technique all you want, for it’ll do you no good. After all, how does it matter that you can see my weaknesses when I have none?”

He wasn’t incorrect, in one sense. There were no spots illuminated by Dissection on his body. He truly seemed to be invulnerable, but you knew better. You saw what he could not, because Dissection was your technique. You didn’t have to be the strongest to win this fight. You just had to be strong enough to do what you had to.

“You’re wrong,” you said.

“You presume to say that?” he said. “You are the one who’s wrong, Y/N L/N. There’s not a point on my body that you could strike to kill me.”

“You’re right,” you said, raising one of Gojo’s needles, admiring the peculiar crimson shade of the metal as the setting sun hit them. Sukuna’s eyes widened as he figured out that you had caught on, that you had finally perceived why he would not, could not kill you, and then he was crying out in alarm, extending his four arms towards you, but it was all in vain. He would not reach you in time. No one ever could. “There’s not. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have any faults. Actually, you do have one, and this time, unlike every other, that’s enough.”

“Stop!” he shouted, activating his technique, though he was much too late to do anything but watch you with the horror of a person who was finally, after a thousand years, staring defeat in the face.

“You have taken everything from me,” you said. “So in exchange, I’ll do the same. I will no longer live for you, Sukuna.”

And with that, you drove the needle into the soft white glow centered over his singular weakness: your own heart.

[jseobsky]

hi hi, me again!! had kind of a rough day so I was wondering if I could request some best friend!minjae fluff? like just a minjae hanging out with you trying to distract you and make you feel better kind of thing? hsjshjdksjshsj sorry it's not v specific idek myself what exactly I want I just know I need some comfort :(

Bad days like these.

Pairing ! bestfriend!Minjae x gn!Reader Synopsis ! after a bad day and only wanting to be hug by the blankets and watch your favourite show, your best friend Minjae comes to your door. Genre ! Fluff, hinted romantic ending but can be read as like platonic Warnings ! Swearing, haven't proof-read anything- W/C ! 0.8k a/n ! omg I hope you feel much better now!! I'm sorry to hear that :(( I'm also having a quite meh day, so this was also just what I needed. thank you for requesting!! I loved writing this KSJHSDKFJ

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There are days when you can fight against the whole world. Those days are the ones that people appreciate the most. I could’ve solved a world’s problem, and people would be happy. However, if I, for whatever reason wasn’t doing good one day, it wouldn’t count. People don’t count those moments as valid. People don’t count any moment as valid unless you are strong. But I can’t always be strong. 

There are days when all I can do is lie around. Those days are the ones I hate the most. I am ashamed of those days. Days where I try to hide behind a big screen. Sometimes trying to escape the little lie that I live in, in hopes of some comfort. People love to ignore my struggles. People ignore you unless you are fighting. But I can’t always fight.

Today is one of those days. Watching TV seemed the best answer to today’s mood. The characters hold each other as I hold my plushy. “You don’t have to be strong” Says one of the characters. “I know, but it’s hard” They hold each other even closer. Their breathless voices quivering at each word. “When moments like these, please call out my name. I’ll be there, whenever you ask for me, wherever you ask for me” Oh shut the fuck up. I wanna cry now. “Please just let me help you” Said the same character, reaching to kiss the person they were holding. Fucking finally after 14 episodes. “Mia. I” He breathed out. Ding, ding, ding. Who dares interrupt their moment ffs. I walk towards the front door, random objects are lying around the floor as I walk. I walk past some school books, some clothes that I must have thrown, and some random papers that might be more important than how I’m treating them. I finally reach the door and open it. 

The cold air hits my face as soon as I open the door. Outside, the sky was dimmed, definitely a representation of how I felt. Even with my tear-stained face from the scene, I was just watching, I get to smile. “I hate you” I say out loud. Minjae, who was standing outside my door with a big puffy jacket, and a big grocery bag, slapped his empty hand on his chest and gasped. “How dare you. Should I turn around?” I stopped him from turning around completely and pulled him inside. “How did you know?” I asked. “You changed your Instagram notes from BARBIE NEW MOVIE I CAN’T to: alexa play voices by stary kids” Minjae said while taking his shoes off. “You only do that when you’re sad as fuck” “Touché” I say while grabbing his bag I walk again towards the couch. He follows behind me, crouching down for a moment to pick my music notes and placing them on the table they fell from, not before shaking his head. I take interest in the scene again. 

Although I couldn’t see more of the scene, now being paused again a little less than a second before their kiss. I make an annoyed face and turn to look at Minjae who paused my show. “What happened?” He asked. “If I ignore my problems, they won’t hurt” He got a little closer. “They will, and you know it. That or you’ll end up punching someone” I gasp. “Okay, that was ONE time. And the guy deserved it anyways so who’s the one at fault?” “Still you, that guy just approached you because you were crying, you looked at him, flirted with him, and when he said he didn’t like stray kids you punched him” I giggled remembering the moment, the second I look at Minjae again he’s looking serious so I straighten my posture. “Still his fault, he said that I was jobless bcs I liked those stupid dancing boys and that I spent too much money on them after talking about my collection” “How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not my point” I pouted jokingly. 

“Okay let’s do this. I help you escape from your problems” I nod. After waiting for two seconds and him not continuing I ask. “Aaand?” “Nothing, you just get bragging rights because you got the best friend in the entire world” “Well that’s arguable, Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend so like” Minjae stands up. “Okay sorry, sorry, you’re the best, you’re the best” I grab his arm again and pull him towards me, making him fall on the sofa. We stay laughing for a bit, but our laughs come to a stop when we hear the show playing again. Minjae hugs me closer to him and we start watching the show from where it was left. “You don’t have to be strong” Says Minjae after a while, him looking me directly into my eyes. I nod. “I know, but it’s hard” He hugs me closer. He pets my head and smiles. “I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.”

[littlemisslipbalm]

Bottlerock - Part 3

Josh Kiszka x Fem!reader

Summary: A move to Nashville brings Josh and his journalist closer together than they've been in years. Can they fix what was broken in Paris or is it just safer to keep their distance?

Finally posting the last part of this...its been done for about a month but I just couldn't muster the courage to post it. I think this part is only 10k

Warnings: angst but fluff as well, cigarette smoking, drinking, language, idek at this point.

Let me know if you Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2

Y/N debated texting Josh about the job offer she had received in Nashville as a content writer at Rolling Stone – a gateway position to her dream job – in June. Then she debated texting him about it in July when the job was finalized. By the time she was rolling her suitcase out of the airport in the balmy humid Tennessee air in mid August she figured it was too late. 

Her heart still ached for Josh whenever his name flashed on her screen but she was able to compartmentalize him far easier than she used to be able to in college. She mostly felt saddened by how it ended, how she had ended it. It had been almost a whole year since they had talked in any substantial way. She chalked it up to both of their busy schedules and had also convinced herself that it was better this way. Neither of them were ready to settle down, neither of them wanted to hold each other back. It no longer had to feel like a knife stabbing her heart repeatedly after every time she had to say goodbye to his beautiful smile and kind eyes. She no longer had to endure the painful anticipation of the rusty sting of the impending cut. 

But sometimes she thinks about what their life might have been together, if she hadn’t insisted upon them breaking it off. She sometimes wished she hadn’t, maybe it would’ve been better. Sharing their love of music, cooking together at each other’s homes, stolen kisses and conversations that didn’t make sense to anyone but each other. 

She didn’t let herself think too hard about the fact that she and Josh were going to be living in the same city for the first time ever. She also didn’t let herself think about the post the band’s Instagram had recently made saying that they were taking a well-deserved break from touring and music making, with plans to just live their lives. She always stopped herself and reminded herself that it had been two years, Josh likely had moved on and despite the proximity their jobs might allow them she still figured it was a long shot that she would run into him while living in a big city like Nashville. 

She and Sam rarely spoke either, their communication tapered off gradually after Paris and she figured it was due to Josh, but she wasn’t resentful of it, she understood. If they did message one another, it was just a few check-ins and memes across social media, not anything of consequence. But her fingers still hovered over his contact after her first night alone in Nashville. She knew nobody there besides the band as of right now. Her first day at the magazine wasn’t until September. 

Four days after her move to Nashville, a Thursday night, she finds herself tapping her foot at the bar of a relatively empty pub in a seemingly busy part of town, waiting for someone. Waiting for Sam, who rounds the corner just about five minutes passed the time they had agreed upon. His lanky figure trots himself across the floor and he looks almost exactly the same as he had in Paris, the last time she had seen him in person. He kept his hair trimmed to stay just below shoulder length. Danny was with him, too. His bangs and hair color were also neatly kept in a similar way as she had seen in Dublin. It was almost like no time passed between their last meetings but she knew better. Appearances wouldn’t fool her, a lot can change in two years even if your hair stays the same.

He grins unabashedly before leaning in for a hug and murmuring into her ear, “Sorry, I mentioned this to Daniel and then…” He trails off as he pulls back from her. “Well, better just tell you now. Everyone is coming!”

Danny smiles in greeting, and she flashes him a smile before fully immersing herself in the words Sam had just uttered. 

“Everyone, everyone!?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be just like Napa!” Sam tries to reason as he ushers her to a booth that would work for a large group of people rather than the bartop that she thought would have been sufficient if it was just going to be the two of them, like they had planned. He runs a hand through his hair twice in a row, neither of the times necessary. 

Her brows raise in shock as she is hustled into the booth and Sam and Danny sit across from her, leaving the seats in the center open, meaning they’d all have to get up sooner or later for ‘everyone’. 

“You, me, Daniel,” He pauses again, gesturing at Danny who smiles again, albeit a little more sheepishly. Her eyes are wide on both of them, in shock. “Jake and Josh.” Sam rushes the last part of his sentence. 

“Sam,” She says warningly, “Please tell me you are joking.” 

“Huh,” Sam pauses, eyes not meeting Y/N’s, instead scanning around the pub. “Oh, there they are. Over here guys!” Sam stands and makes a beckoning motion with his hand.

And then it’s all happening too quickly again. Her eyes widened further, like a frightened animal fearful of death and that’s exactly how she felt, like she might die. What was supposed to be a solo drink catch up with Sam had suddenly turned into an entire reunion, including Josh. She wished she would die in that moment, be struck down by god for all her sins in this moment, before he reached her. Before he could say another word to her. She couldn’t take it. She simultaneously begged for and despised having any more of Josh in her life. Okay, so maybe she definitely couldn’t be normal about Josh still. 

Josh says her name and she can’t help the butterflies that flutter at the sound. Just the syllables coming from his mouth was enough to make her swoon and she feels barely 21 again, his hand brushing over hers as he looks at her intently, kindly. When those warm brown eyes had seen her for some of the first times ever. When it hadn’t hurt like this. But at the same time, it felt almost relieving to feel like the last two years hadn’t happened. But two years had certainly passed, his hair was an indicator. It was like he was growing out an interesting cut he had previously, the sides were shorter than the top, but it was still similar to how it had been the last time she’d seen him last. 

“Josh,” She breathes and it’s almost relieving until the moment shatters. She feels her throat tighten up and she wills herself to breathe evenly, act normal. 

His smile looks genuine but Y/N knows better, the slightly pained part of it is clear when the corners of his eyes don’t crinkle like she remembered so well. 

A pair of eyes appear behind Josh. Jake. Jake grins and he approaches with open arms, prompting her to stand and give him a friendly hug back. The squeeze on her body from Jake’s arms makes her feel like they were closer than they ever were, but she reminds herself that it truly was the Kiszka nature, even with the quietest one. 

“Good to see you, journalist. Sam told us you’d moved out here for some big job and we had to come hear all about it.” He claps a hand on her shoulder.

She mutters a hello to Jake and then casts a look to the bar. “I’m going to get a drink,” Jake says to fill the silence. She grimaces and lets him go. She needed a fucking drink, too. 

There’s another prolonged silence and everyone’s standing there awkwardly because no one is exactly sure what to do. Sam and Danny cast glances at one another. Josh is standing there and Y/N won’t meet his eyes but she can feel his stare on her as she watches Jake walk away. 

Sam quirks his head before deciding something rather quickly, feeling the tension only grow thicker. “Jesus, we’re in a pub and we haven’t got any libations. I’d get them myself, but –”

Y/N cuts Sam off from continuing, “We can get them together, Sammy. You can open a tab.” The wink and the grab of his wrist is a little too forced but any opportunity to get away from that table, from Josh, even for a few minutes, was something she couldn’t pass up. 

Jake passes by them on their way back, with two drinks in his hands. Sam waves Y/N off, saying quickly that those were both for him. She laughed and darkly replied that he had the right idea. Sam looks at her curiously before ordering a round for the rest of them. 

She takes a deep breath while the bartender prepares the various drinks, some IPAs and one salty dog. She almost couldn’t believe Josh still drank those, but she figured he was nothing if not consistently himself. She bit her tongue when he had said that was what he wanted. Instead, she smiled kindly and nodded, ushering Sam ahead of her to the bar. 

“Are you going to be okay?” Sam inquires seriously as he sees her steeling herself.

“Maybe a bigger heads up than 30 seconds or possibly a little consideration about how inviting everyone would affect me would have been nice?” She questions back a little harshly.

His eyes are wide as she speaks to him and he nods, a softness in his eyes in realization of how painful this might be for Y/N. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it, but he had been hoping for the best, that she wouldn’t feel how she used to for Josh. It was clear to him that that wasn’t the case. 

“I’m sorry,” Sam shakes his head and his hair falls forward from his shoulder and he flips it back with a sigh before beginning to ramble. “I should’ve told you but it was so last minute and I tried to tell Jake that it probably wasn’t a good idea but he insisted. I really did want this to be just us, but excited and told Danny, not really thinking…” 

“I’ll live, I’m sorry I snapped at you.” She supplies. “I wish you’d told me, but I’ll live.” Her mind was reeling, word vomitting about the situation silently. Over the past two years she had learned to stop doing it aloud. She was more reserved now, she didn’t like people to see her mess anymore, preferring to keep it hidden and avoid the vulnerability. She had found comfort in someone and then she had to let him go, she couldn’t put herself through that again.

Then she adds, “Your tab might be as large as one year of tuition at a state school and I am not paying for my ride home, but I think those are reasonable stipulations, no?”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Sam does a funny voice and then chuckles, just happy she isn’t running out of the room. “Deal.” 

She smiles in spite of herself. He was just so Sam and she found immense comfort in that after not seeing him for so long. 

Back at the booth, Sam and Y/N place down the drinks and slide into the remaining seats on the two edges. Maybe Sam thought he was doing her a kindness by taking the spot next to Josh, but in fact it actually gave her the perfect view of him. The memory of when they had gone to a similar pub in Dublin and sat in a similar booth itches in her mind. When she had been nestled next to Josh with her hand on his thigh beneath the table. She forces her eyes from him. 

“So,” Jake smiles, uncharacteristically breaking the uncomfortable silence, picking up the slack for his twin. “Tell us all about it. How’s the last two years treated ya’, kid?” 

She turns her head to look at him as he speaks and she realizes he’s being genuine. The same softness in Sam’s eyes was there in Jake’s and if she looked closer she’d see it in Danny’s too. She couldn’t bear to look at Josh, though, god forbid he have that almost pitying look she felt them giving her. She didn’t deserve it, but time had made everyone a little kinder. 

Everyone was staring at her and she felt like if she didn’t speak up now she might implode. 

“Um, well, basically in short, good. In a little longer, I finished up at school, worked my ass off at my first job out of university and then my boss there helped get me through the Rolling Stone’s door. They wanted me in Nashville, so here I am. And my job is kind of going to be finding and interviewing bands and artists that should be getting coverage.” She left out how integral and instrumental her article with Josh from Bottlerock had been in finalizing the offer from Rolling Stone. They had liked her writing style but they had been blown away at her ability to get an impressively in-depth interview with such a famous artist all on her own. 

“And who would you say is the hottest band right now that Rolling Stone should be covering?” Sam inquires, slightly smug, much like he was when he asked why she had wanted to initially interview them. It all felt rather deja vu, beside the fact that Josh wasn’t by her side, smiling and reassuring her that everything would be okay. 

“Well,” She chuckles awkwardly, feeling still too entirely in the hot seat. “Stop me if it starts to sound like I’m pontificating too much.” 

A surprised chuckle sounds from Josh’s lips across from her and the expression on his face shows that he had shocked even himself. He had been uncharacteristically quiet since they had arrived and everyone had graciously not mentioned it. She arches a brow at him and his head shakes from side to side infintismally, trying to communicate he hadn’t meant to laugh as he had. The reason for it was stuck on his tongue, he couldn’t bring himself to speak for fear of making absolutely no sense. He knew he could ramble, it wasn’t like he was oblivious, but unlike most times he cared about seeming relaxed, subdued, in control. 

She finishes her thought. “It’s my job so I kind of have a lot to say about it, but you can tell me if I’m being annoying.” 

“We’re all musicians,” Danny is quick to stop her from continuing to self-deprecate. “We talk music way too much all the time.” 

She smiles thankfully at him and he smiles back. Then she laughs at herself, “This really does feel like we’re back at Bottlerock and you guys are all stoned giving me the third degree to discern whether or not I’m a groupie or not.” 

“You never really explained what got you to bring me back,” She looks at Josh and his eyes flash wide, racking his memory for whether he had or hadn’t. They both knew he had, but there she was asking anyway. 

Josh twitched a smile before controlling his features into a neutral pleasant expression. The memory of Bottlerock on his mind as well. The memory of first meeting Y/N flashing before his eyes. 

“You were clearly intelligent and ambitious. I just had an urge to see you do well after our interview.” He shrugs afterwards, once more falling silent and then thinking better of it. “Congratulations on the job, s– Y/N. You’ve come a long way since then, but I knew you were deserving all along… We all did.” 

She feels herself biting her lip, biting back a smile, as Josh slowly works through his thoughts and turns them into those initial two sentences. Some things don’t change. His eyes darted around the table. When he spoke his congratulations, Y/N met his eye for the first time in the night. Her lips spread out in a close-lipped smile and she ducks her head and takes a sip of her drink when his gaze feels too intense. 

“Thanks, Josh,” She mutters and tries not to think too hard about the extra ‘s’ Josh had said before her name, as if he had planned to call her something else. She couldn’t think too hard about that. 

The rest of the night lightens, if only slightly. The rest of the band had seemed to relax after Josh had spoken and not word vomited everywhere. Y/N calmed as the alcohol Sam was steadily supplying her soaked into her bloodstream. 

Around her eighth drink, –  Y/N had switched from IPA to whiskey and coke at the halfway mark, both didn’t help with her keeping her mouth shut – she was having a hard time keeping her tunnel vision off of Josh. Josh’s hands were on the table, tapping randomly, and she had to convince herself, bargain with herself, to not reach out and take one, just to feel his soft skin once more and soothe his clearly anxious self. 

And before she could stop herself, Y/N was swallowing her drink and asking the question that had nestled its way into her brain. “So anything new with you boys? New people? Jake, how’s the girl?”  She tries to keep the intentions of her question underwraps but with that much alcohol in her it was relatively obvious. 

Jake nods in slumped confirmation, just hearing his name and not really the question. Y/N can see Josh’s drunken flush on the top of his cheeks darken as he looks off into the rest of the bar as if hoping a distraction could be found. 

Sam’s eyes light up as well in realization of the topic at hand and how quickly it had changed from Danny’s and his animated discussion of when they were going to have a puppy playdate with some of Sam’s neighbors.

“Nobody new. Just the big band break, I think.” Sam supplies. 

“I saw that on your band’s Instagram. Why is that happening again?” She tries to ask innocently.

Danny shrugs, Jake doesn’t even look up this time. Sam’s response is too quick and Josh is still looking around the bar, avoiding the conversation. Clearly, something was different. 

“Just need some downtime.” Sam smiles, but she sees the tell tale sign that it’s forced. 

His smile makes Y/N want to violently throw up all of the alcohol she had consumed this evening. She had an uneasy feeling about this, but she reasoned that she couldn’t be upset that they wouldn’t spill all their secrets to her after so much time apart. When her eyes flash to Josh, she is at least placated by the fact that he seems a little green as well with the fact that they were clearly being distrustful of her.  

“That’s great,” She tries out before standing up abruptly and holding a pack of her favorite cigarettes, still crumpled. “Any of you still smokers? Jake, you still being pretentious with that tobacco pipe?” Her eyes look to him and he once again turns back to the table’s conversation. 

He grins at her words and shakes his head. “Not tonight, I’m not.” 

“I could use a smoke,” Josh speaks up and she feels dizzy enough to fall down, but she maintains a neutral face. “Chance to sober up, too many salty dogs.” 

He untangles himself from his place in the booth and Sam stands quickly, flashing his eyes between his brother and his friend. The nod Josh gives Sam must communicate more between the brothers because Sam is sitting down and starting up a conversation with Danny again. 

Unfortunately, yet naturally, the old couple stumble their way outside from the side door. The cold night air does little to ease her wavy mind and Josh being close enough to smell now doesn’t help. His arm reaches out to press the door open even though he insists that she go out first, making them be in each other’s personal space, closer than they’d been in years. 

She’s quickly fumbling her cigarettes out of the pack, but Josh stops her. His hand touching hers, pushing her fingers away from opening the carton is their first touch. She gasps softly at the soft skin of his fingers and her eyes dart to his face, he makes no movement to show that he heard her breath. He smiles back softly at her before removing two cigarettes from a carton he had produced from his own coat pocket. 

“When’d you start smoking cigarettes again?” She remembered that he used to vape last time she saw him. While she found it annoying with most people, she’d let Josh get away with murder and certainly toting around a puff plus was a far lesser crime. 

He shrugs noncommitally and places both the cigarettes in his mouth before flicking his lighter and lighting both of them. His neck is strained and his eyes are concentrated on his work. The light is dim on the side of the bar but the two red cherries hum alive under his watchful eye. She feels her eyes half lid at the sight and she begs her drunk mind to look anywhere else. He takes the second cigarette and moves it to press the filter to her parted lips. They are clumsy and breathing heavily when her lips brush Josh’s fingers ever so slightly. 

They both puff away at their cigarettes for a while side by side in silence. The smoke fills her lungs and warms her in the chilled air. She hadn’t been very cold but feeling Josh’s heat beside her makes her grateful for the cigarette’s warmth, it keeps her from wanting to lean into him. Instead, she leans against the wall of the bar, taking comfort in its sturdiness. The silence is both tense and calm. It was like they were simultaneously the closest people in the world and complete strangers. 

“I’ve been trying to take your advice,” Josh’s voice is raspy with the smoke lingering in his lungs, breaking the silence. 

She hums in confusion, eyes flickering to his face that is cast in shadows, making him look far gaunter than he really was. His eyes are staring at his feet as he taps the ash off of the cigarette, jaw clenched, lips pursed. 

“Your letter,” He croaks, almost like he can’t bring himself to say more, but now that they’re alone he feels like he can actually speak. “You told me to try and move on, find someone who loves me. It took me way longer than it should’ve, a year and a half to be exact,” He laughs at himself. “But I started going out with the intention of finding someone.” Josh laughs darkly, in spite of himself. “But then here you come again. You’re fucking standing right in front of me, Sunshine.” 

“Don’t call me that, Josh,” She says quickly even though it physically pains her to tell him so, especially when that wasn’t the most worrisome part of what he’d said. “It feels wrong.” 

“What?” Josh blows more smoke from his lungs before dropping his cigarette butt and stubbing it out with the toe of his sneaker. His tone still bitter. “That you’re still my sunshine?” 

“We’re not the same people.” She feels like she’s ripping her own heart out. Why was she telling Josh to let her go? It didn’t feel right, but she was too afraid now that things wouldn’t be the same. Even if his eyes still looked at her just as kindly, his smile still made her swoon. He was still Josh, but she couldn’t let him back in after what she had done to him before. She was punishing herself. “I’m really sorry, for everything.”

“I’d say we look pretty similar.” He ignores her apology.  

“That’s not what I meant.” She pauses, flicking out her own cigarette, the conversation paired with the fresh air had sobered her up significantly. She knew he chose to blatantly ignore her apology, so she pushed the sting away. “I did miss you,” She admits, deciding to say what she really wanted.

“I know,” Josh thinks of that first letter once more and shakes his head slightly at the sky before turning his face to her. “I missed you too.” 

They stay silent for a bit longer. The silences, even one like this, were always easier with her. 

“Can we be okay?” She tries, eyes fixing on Josh’s face, searching for his true emotions. “Now that we’re in the same city for the first time ever, I’d love it if we could be friends. You know, like we said we’d be.” 

“You have to know by now that the answer is ‘of course’,” Josh says after a moment. Didn’t she know that he’d always do whatever she wanted? He took a deep breath and petted at his hair to make sure it was relatively in place. “You know friends hang out and stuff? Are you prepared for that?” 

She laughs, almost unbridled, her head falling back on her shoulders, the alcohol was still dampening her more fine motor skills. She hadn’t forgotten how effortlessly Josh could make her laugh, but it still surprised her at just how endearing she found him after a few years apart. 

“Only if you are, Kiszka.” 

He nods and they both straighten as if they’re going to head inside, but Josh tilts his head after a moment and stops her from pulling the door open. “That’s new.”

“What?” Her eyes widened at the prospect that she potentially has done something to herself in the past few years since she’d seen him and he noticed. 

“You calling me ‘Kiszka’,” His tone is funny, almost teasing but more so hurt? She couldn’t quite understand it. 

She laughs, trying to keep things light but her mind is still drunk and reeling. “Yeah, well, we’ve never really been friends before. Josh obviously works still, but didn’t think your full name or Joshy really fit anymore.” 

He notes that she doesn’t even say ‘Joshua’ and it warms him to know what a respectful human she was, not even daring to cross a boundary she knew she could so easily breach. He would applaud her if they weren’t who they were. If the situation was actually as light as they were trying to make it. 

“Got it,” He breathes and finishes with her name, opening the door for them to reenter the bar. 

She nods affirmatively at Josh calling her by her name and he just motions for her to go inside. They return to the table with smiles on their faces and everyone seems pleased that they have returned in better spirits than before. 

After that night, Y/N stays in touch with the band far more than she could have ever expected to when she had taken the job that brought her to Nashville. Now that they were on this big break, the boys were desperate to lead regular lives. Sammy wanted to go thrifting and antiquing with her every free chance she had. As well as morning walks with his dog that Y/N only ever agreed to when coffee was included. Danny liked to get lunch with her and show her his favorite spots around Nashville: movie theaters, records stores, cafés and bars. Jake even tagged along on a few driving tours of the city that Danny wanted to do with her so she could start to get to know the city better. She and Josh would do similar activities as the ones she did with the rest of the guys as well as some yoga and other physical activities (not the ones she longed for, let’s not get ahead of ourselves). But their solo hang outs were always a bit more intermittent than the other guys – except for Jake. Saturday nights were also exclusively for group activities like drinking or drinking and some other activity, like bowling or eating. As long as drinking was involved it was greenlit. 

Truthfully, she was endlessly thankful for the four tour guides who were insistent upon showing her everything they knew. She also thought that maybe they liked the feeling that they really knew the city, so much so that they could introduce someone else to it. No longer strangers to it themselves. It also gave them a reason to do things to occupy their time rather than accidentally begin starting to write a hit album. Her journalistic curiosity constantly had her prying at them for even an inkling of whether or not they were at least toying with anything for a new album. Each of them told her the same thing, absolutely no song writing. Of course they all continued to practice their instruments just to stay sharp but no official band meetings were occurring for the time being. She was certainly shocked, but at every group hangout never once was their own music or Josh’s poems that could be counted as lyrics brought up. 

One such group hangout was about to occur at the request of one, Samuel Francis. After a long week of actually working, which Y/N had been doing for the last month now – making this her second month officially in Nashville, she was deeply tired. When she had tried to bail, Sam had offered that Josh would be her chauffeur for the night, alleviating the burden of driving or paying for an uber to take her to and from this evening. 

Josh standing in her studio apartment as she finished getting ready was testament that this offering had been enough to placate her. If she thought too hard about it, which she tried not to, Josh looked perfectly in place in the apartment. It was small but it was cozy and she liked how she had set it up. 

“You never showed me these?” 

“Huh?” She turns around from fixing the flowers in the vase she had left on her nightstand for one too many nights. Josh being the first guest in her studio apartment was strange, especially with how things currently were. But this is what friends did, showed each other their living quarters before they carpooled to an event together.  “Oh…yeah.” 

Josh’s hands were ghosting over the pictures within one of the homemade collage posters on her wall. They mostly consisted of magazine clippings and prints of art she liked, but occasionally she included photos from her own life if she felt like they fit. There was a photobooth printout of her drunk and in New York for her 21st birthday, some of her more serious film photography, and there beneath a cut out of some blue and yellow flowers, Josh with his arm wrapped around her, his lips on her cheek and a surprised look on her face, surrounded by art. It was the photo he’d insisted they take in the Dublin Museum. More stealthily hidden within the collage was another picture she had taken of Josh as he marveled at the art, looking up at it with a hopeful yet slightly perplexed expression. 

“I only got prints at first and I didn’t bring them to Paris,” She starts, standing beside him to look at her collages. “By the time I got them scanned…” Her voice trails off, she kicks her heel with the tip of her other shoe that was untied and looks down at them, her arms instinctively wrap around her frame. 

Josh tilts his head to look at her and he smiles softly, that same smile where just the tops of his top row of teeth show, but his eyes sparkle with the mirth that was so characteristic of him. He nods his head slightly and she smiles back timidly. She didn’t need to say it, he understood. 

“Thanks for including me in your art,” He turns back to her walls, a different tone in his voice, putting more distance between them, not physically but she could feel it. “I still can’t believe you just make these for fun.” 

She shrugs and takes a step back from the wall, finishing up her readying before they are set to leave. “It’s not like I make that many, I’ve only got these because I forced myself to put something on the walls and didn’t want to spend money on expensive prints.” 

Josh’s arms cross over his chest casually and he looks at the several large poster collages on the wall. He counted ten fully unique and interesting collages, each one with a different color scheme and mixed media elements like stamps of anatomically correct hearts and skeleton hands traveling throughout the pieces, making them still fit together despite the different colors. He flips his hand out unconsciously and points at them while he turns his head to look at her once more. 

She’s fixing the tongue of her second boot that’s still untied on her foot, concentrating on securing the ties tightly but she lifts her head up to glance at him when she feels him waiting for her attention before he spoke. 

“But these could be expensive prints. I’ve never seen anything like these in a gallery before, but I’ve certainly seen stuff worse.”

She scoffs a laugh and shakes her head, returning her attention to tying a bow and then a double knot. “Stop the flattery, Kiszka. It’s just magazine scraps and photos, nothing revolutionary…Plus,” She stands, straightening her ensemble. “I’m already doing my dream job – kind of, remember?” 

“I know,” Josh huffs, almost like he’s suddenly frustrated, but then he takes a deep breath and turns around fully, dropping his arms to his sides and taking a seat on her bed. “You’re right. Still, would you ever think about making one for a friend or something?” 

She giggles, “I see, you just want one and you thought the easiest way to get one, rather than ask, was for me to give up my day job and become a collage artist full time and then you’d buy one from a gallery that picks up my prints.” 

“Naturally,” He shrugs and his smile is now that grin that takes up his full face, just a little bit mischievous. “It was the obvious answer.” 

“Obviously,” She repeats back to him before she feels like she’s mapping his face for too long. Her eyes lingering on his lips and rosy cheeks and wiry facial hair. She turns on her heel and busies herself by putting all of the snacks and drinks she said she’d bring to the picnic dinner thing Sam had insisted everyone attend at the park by his house. 

“Thanks again for driving,” She mutters quickly, almost breathlessly when she realizes that Josh is in her personal space – or at least closer than before. 

“Not a problem,” Josh replies quickly, using his arms to lift himself to sit on the edge of her countertop right beside her. “I’ve recently found myself with a lot more free time on my hands and what are friends for, if not an occasional lift?” His tone is light but Y/N can tell the way Josh just said that sentence was extremely intentional. The way he had moved closer to her, and leaned forward on his hands, the smile in his voice. Something was up and he wanted her to ask about it. 

Having Josh back in her life for the last month had been relatively painless. At least, compared to years ago when they would meet up, have an intense whirlwind romance in some unknown location and then be torn apart by schedules and life. Now, after the initial shock of seeing him again, all she had to deal with was Josh being…Josh. Undeniably charming and kind, a little flirty and mischievous, constantly talking in circles in an attempt to be understood and an endless supply of thoughts that went nowhere. Pure unadulterated Joshua Michael Kiszka. He was just this guy in her life and she was actually really grateful for him because he had been so helpful with her move. It had seemed like he had been able to grow pretty grounded here in Nashville so she leaned on him for recommendations and queries she had about the city. 

But the way he said what he just did, gave her stomach a flutter reminiscent of days gone by. She barely registered it since the words were rather innocuous, but something was there. She had a gut feeling, but knowing better than to take the bait, she just nodded in agreement and held out a package of Lagunitas IPAs – her and Danny’s favorite brand, for Josh to take. 

“Roll out, Kiszka.” 

The scenery outside passes by quickly as Josh navigates them easily to Sam’s home where he parks his car. There was some bickering over what music to listen to, which had never happened before Y/N’s move to Nashville, but since then it had been a regular occurrence with Josh. It made him content to see they had changed a little, it actually delighted him. 

His eyes shuffle across the front window every few minutes to glance at his companion. His journalist. He wouldn’t say he felt content, but it certainly felt lighter since she had gotten into town. Into his life once more. The first night had been filled with moments where it felt like he was drowning, almost gasping for air, scrambling for purchase on a ledge. But now, it was back to being familiar. There was a calmness that had overcome the rapids, melting into a flowing, babbling brook. 

“You know I saw a Fleet Foxes show when I came home,” She addresses the music Josh had played in the car as they walk from Sam’s house over to the park. They were late. “Robin?” She questions what the lead singer’s name was as she wasn’t all that invested in the band other than their music.

Josh nods. 

“He doesn’t control his voice all that much live. He sounds like Kermit live.” 

Josh laughs and glances over at her again, she’s smiling at herself and her joke, proud to have made him laugh so genuinely. 

“Don’t you love the Muppets?” 

She chuckles, surprised he remembered that random off-hand fact she had supplied once, “Yeah, but that’s beside the point. It was distracting, sometimes I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s all these deep intense songs and then it’s…Kermit. Then he’s kind of obnoxious in between songs.” 

“I agree, Josh is obnoxious in between songs.” Jake’s voice sounds as he overhears the last part of their conversation as they come upon the group. 

“She wasn’t talking about me,” Josh rolls his eyes before setting down the case of beers. 

“Sounds like a muppet and is obnoxious in between songs? I think she was.” Jake smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he sits in a lawn chair. 

She laughs and shakes her head before dropping down to the blankets spread across the lawn to unpack the snacks. She let the twins bicker rather than getting involved. She felt less of a need to prove herself to them now, just simply comfortable to let them be. Sam comes jogging up from some unknown place with Rosie in tow. 

As an amazingly well trained dog, she doesn’t go for the food when Sam lets go of her leash, but walks over to Jake, sniffs his pant leg and curls up at his feet. He absently scratches inbetween her ears while still ribbing Josh. 

“Glad you made it,” Sam hugs her when she stands up and she smiles sheepishly. 

“Drive a hard bargain, Sammy,” She tilts her head towards the twins. “You said he was already on his way when I tried to deny any chauffeuring.” 

Sam shrugs, “It’s the end of summer, we’ve got to enjoy this perfect weather in between blazing hot and brisk autumn. Did you know Nashville is actually unbearable in July? Absolutely abhorrent, I tell you.” 

Her smile is back on her face in an urge to suppress her laughter. “Understood, old man.” 

Danny thanks her for bringing the Lagunitas and she clinks their cans together. She and Danny spend the majority of the night together. There were about fifteen people in total in the group, plus Rosie. Sam would flit around between the smaller groups, insistent upon being the host despite it not actually being at his home. Home adjacent, he had insisted. This leaves Danny and her to chill together. He understood her need to relax after a week of working and why socializing with people she wasn’t necessarily close with would be a burden. 

The fact that once they had arrived, Josh and her hadn’t talked went unspoken. Y/N watched Josh interact with others for much of the night. Her glances were probably done in an attempt to be subtle but Danny noticed them almost right away. Out of the kindness in his heart, he made no mention of it until she got so caught up in watching them that he had run out of things to say and was silent, watching her watch them. 

It was dark now. Her eyes strained to make out Josh and a friend of theirs on the edge of the group, talking quietly to themselves. Y/N was intent on this interaction. A sigh from in front of her brought her back to Danny and her eyes widened in realization. 

“Fuck,” She whispers and hangs her head, adjusting her sitting position to turn further from the couple. “Sorry, Danny. That wasn’t cool.” 

“It’s okay,” He insists and his smile is understanding. 

“It’s not, but I appreciate the kindness.” 

“They’re just friends,” Danny offers. “When the band tours, she does our makeup.”

She nods back, “Does Josh need replacement personal rhinestones now that you guys are on hiatus?” 

Danny snickers, but stiffens at her mention of the break. “Not sure,” He replies quickly before changing the subject to Rosie who is seated beside them. 

The Kiszkas, Danny, and Y/N all walk back to Sam’s house once the rest of the group has gone home. Josh keeps giving Y/N curious looks, but still maintains the silence between them that had existed since arriving. She smiled back at him if she ever caught him staring, hoping to placate his strange expression.

-

Back in Josh’s car, she flops into his passenger seat, exhausted and a little drunk still. Josh smiles at her as she rests a hand over her face and sighs. 

“Stop staring at me,” She groans. 

“I’m not, Sunshine.” He smiles even wider when he sees her try to hide her smile. 

She feels herself warm at the name and at his expression. The nickname she had missed so much. 

“You are!” She laughs loudly and then peeks through her fingers, rolling her head to look at him. 

He exaggeratedly averts his eyes from her once he knows she’s looking. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, disappearing beneath his hair. Eyes wide and bewildered, he was a good actor. She giggles again and Josh allows himself to chuckle too, the faux look on his face dropping. 

“Let’s get you home, you’re seeing things,” He shakes his head and turns the car on. 

They don’t fight about the music, Josh lets her tipsy brain choose whatever she wants. He was expecting her to choose something he liked or something he absolutely loathed, but instead she surprises him with music he was unfamiliar with. It’s soft and sweet and it’s a woman’s voice singing about love – having it, losing it, longing for it, living in it. Y/N stares out the window with it rolled down the entire ride home, watching the dark streets ebb and flow with noise and light as they cross through town. Josh hears her humming the tune a little. 

“She’s good,” Josh notes, casually. 

“It’s the band I’m going to pitch as my next story,” She supplies when they come to a stop in front of her apartment. Her hands move to open the door. 

“Wait,” He stops her before she’s out of the car. “Would you maybe want to get coffee or something, tomorrow?” 

Her mouth quirks into a half-smile, just a little surprised. They’d been hanging out, but this felt different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but the unusual apprehension in Josh’s voice is the first inkling that this might not be just an innocent cup of coffee. If she hadn’t been drunk, maybe she wouldn’t have noticed but it made her hyper aware of all that Josh did. It made her notice more about it, it kind of felt like she was noticing him for the first time again. 

“Only if you bring me any pictures or possible memorabilia from your Muppets days that you want included in a custom collage, Kiszka.” 

Josh cackles too loudly for the time of night it is and she instinctively shuts the door slightly, causing her to lean back into the car. 

“You weren’t talking about me!” 

“But I could’ve been.” She winks, but the way he looks at her, an open-mouthed smile, pure delight shining through the darkness, flusters her and her eyes shift away from him immediately afterward. 

“Fine. I think I can make that happen, Sunshine, but I’m not making any promises.” 

She smiles again and Josh keeps grinning, knowing looks exchanged. “See you tomorrow, Kiszka.” 

He’s unsure if she did it on purpose, but Here Comes the Sun begins to play softly from Josh’s speakers just as she shuts the door and he moves to pull away. She falls asleep smiling. Best outcomes seemed to still be possible. Josh has trouble sleeping that night, eyes stuck on his ceiling. 

She walks to the coffee shop that Josh texted her about, feeling light in a way that she hadn’t felt in a while. The nerves she felt upon first meeting Josh, being the right girl for him, being enough for him, those thoughts didn’t plague her all that much anymore. Walking into the shop, her heart beats a little faster when Josh’s face comes into view. He’s got his curls uncharacteristically trapped beneath a baseball cap but his smile is unmistakeable. 

She bites her lip and raises her eyebrows at her in question when she walks up to him. Josh tamps down his smile and gestures for her to sit down across from him. 

“Trying to keep a low cover today,” He shrugs when she’s still quirking her head at him with a suppressed smile. 

“Low cover?” She tries not to laugh but when Josh smiles good-naturedly back at her, she lets a soft laugh out. “I thought you were a singer not a fucking wanted criminal.” 

“They’re similiar in ways.” He flourishes his hand that isn’t settled around his coffee cup. 

“You’re unbelievably dramatic, Josh.” She laughs, her eyes not leaving Josh’s lips, unable to tear herself away from the way they curl around his face, until she hears her name called from behind the counter. 

When she returns to her seat, Josh is smiling down at his coffee, clearly pleased with himself. 

“Thanks, that was unneccessary.” 

His laugh is incredulous as his eyes raise up to meet her’s. They look especially dark beneath the baseball cap and she can’t help but have a weird feeling about how similar he looked to his brother at that moment. It was striking only because she never saw Jake in Josh despite them being identical, because to her they were so vastly different in a myriad of ways that she never related the two. Jake and Sam, sure. Sam and Josh, sometimes. Jake and Josh, identical of course, but never jarringly like it was actually the other in front of her. Not like now. 

She quirked her head, the latte tasting a little too bitter for her liking. 

“I ordered both of ours under your name, like I said, trying to fly under the radar.” His matching hand motion makes her shake her head in disbelief. 

Instead of jesting with him, she decides to take a different approach. She wasn’t used to Josh wanting to hide himself away from people, but it seemed like since she’d been in Nashville it had been becoming a more regular occurrence. “Why?” 

“I don’t want to be interrupted.” 

“I think your voice and smile are a dead giveaway,” She says unassumingly. 

Josh’s smile reappears on his face, as if he had just won something. “My smile?” He parrots. 

She rolls her eyes, feeling herself growing flustered in his presence once more. “You know. I don’t need to elaborate.”  

“But elaborate, you must!” He’s grinning now and he looks particularly boyish with the hat that she wishes he would just take off. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” She suggests, standing from the table without Josh’s approval. 

He huffs an agreement, clearly unhappy with her disregard for the game he was intent on continuing to play. She peeks a look at him as they walk side by side and she’s overcome with the tension that is clearly still between them, yet she finds it so interesting how they are able just to ignore it for lighter conversation. About Sam’s dog, about the weather, about the newest recipe Josh was going to attempt out of this sustainable cookbook he had found in a book store during their last tour. About her work. 

But then that’s venturing into heavier conversation because the nagging question is on her lips again. She feels the need to try again. 

“I know I’m not really someone you would talk to about this, anymore…But are you ever gonna tell me why you guys are on this ‘break’? You used to be able to talk to me…Haven’t I earned back any trust?”  

“Trust?” Josh stops walking and his eyes look slightly bewildered, “I don’t mean to be harsh, but I don’t think you want to get into this.” 

“I feel like we need to or else we’re never gonna get back to a place where you do want to talk to me about real stuff. Josh, let me apologize. I want to apologize.” 

“No.” 

“No?!” Her mouth is left open in shock. “You completely ignored me the first time, Josh.” 

“I don’t want you to apologize, I don’t need you to apologize. You do.” 

She’s stunned for a moment, left completely speechless as Josh stares at her with a face of almost complete blankness. It is devoid of most emotions beside his eyes, they’re still dark and sad. Just a little watery. 

Instead of getting emotional, attempting to get Josh to listen to her like she might have in the past. She listens. 

“Fine, you don’t need an apology?” Josh nods slightly, his shoulders relax. “Then why won’t you tell me what’s going on with you guys?” 

Josh rolls his eyes and pulls the hat from his head, shaking his hair out ever so slightly. He was too frustrated to try to keep himself under the radar. Stupid hat. 

Josh pulls her gently to the side of the street, effectively bringing them away from the main street. 

“Just because I don’t need your apology does not mean that I’m gonna tell you every bit of my life like before… How do I know you wouldn’t write a story about why we’re on a break the second I told you?”

“Because I’d never do that to you and you know that,” She frowns and crosses her arms across her chest. 

“How would I know that?” Josh asks plainly, still attempting to keep emotion out of his voice. 

In her frustration she doesn’t think before her lips are pressed against Josh’s. She tries to communicate through the kiss her emotions, why couldn’t Josh believe her. She kisses him hard and feels him push his lips back against hers tentatively before she retreats. 

“Because I fucking love you Josh! I would never, ever betray your confidence like that. I would never put my career before our relationship.”

Josh nods down at the ground and she’s unsure of what his silence means right now. “...But you did.”

“What?”

Josh speaks up louder even though they both know the volume wasn’t the issue with his last statement. “But you did, when you said we couldn’t be together, you said it hurt too much but really it was just so that you could focus.” 

She huffs an exasperated sigh, unsure how to fix this. “Well, yeah, I couldn’t focus on the rest of my life because of the pain I was in, that doesn’t mean I would use something you told me personally to gain something professionally. I love you, Josh. Is that not enough? I’ve been so scared to say it, to even acknowledge that it was there and now here I am repeating it… and you won’t even say it back.”  

Her voice cracks in the end, feeling out of options. She’d used her last resort. If he didn’t forgive her or move past this now, she was sure they never would. 

“What?” Josh asks, the way he looks at her with his brown eyes is piercing, his lips open in mild confusion. “You want to hear me say it?”

She nods meekly, but he wasn’t looking for a response.

He sounds like he’s about to cry, his sigh was pained. “Of course, I love you too. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

His voice trails off and she finds herself in his arms once more. His hands cup her jaw and their eyes are intent upon one another. Josh’s watery as they stare back at her, longing for the right answer to appear to either of them. It was clear to her now, they had to have this out. It was impossible to move forward with all of this unsaid, but here it was. Laid bare on the table of this side street in Nashville, Tennessee and neither of them knew what to do next. 

She reaches her own hand up to run across Josh’s cheekbone, just below his left eye and he tilts his head into her. It seemed that every touch between these two held so much more than just what was physical. 

“I don’t want to be friends, Sunshine.” He manages. “I should’ve said it in Paris or at the bar, but I can’t do ‘friends’ with you. Not then, not now, not ever.”

She drops her head and he lets it fall between them, his hands retreating down to her collarbones. He leans forward and presses a kiss to the crown of her hair and she sighs against his chest that is now warm against her face. 

“Okay,” She murmurs, grateful for him holding her up. His body, his presence was the only thing keeping her afloat in this moment, otherwise she might have crumpled to the floor by now. 

When Josh chuckles, she feels her tears of sadness quickly turn to barely contained rage. 

“Why are you laughing, Josh?” She grits out, not lifting her head. 

“I just practically proposed and you said ‘okay’. It’s a little funny.” 

“Proposed?” She lifts her head now in confusion. “You said you don’t want to be friends with me. That’s like the exact opposite of a proposal.” 

“Because I want to be your partner, dummy! Get out of your head and listen to the words I am saying.” 

“I just thought–” 

Josh’s hands are cupping her jaw once more, his lips millimeters from hers as he smiles at her adoringly. “No more thinking, you’ve used up your lifetime allotment of thinking. I can’t be just your friend, Sunshine. I gotta be with you every day as your person because I fucking love you, even that incredibly overworked brain of yours.” 

She giggles finally, a smile gracing her lips as Josh’s brush against hers in a softer, less frenzied kiss. 

“You’re gonna have to spell it out for me. Every single time, Kiszka. Just know that.” 

“I’d expect nothing less.”  

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Eventually Josh tells Y/N why the band was really on a bit of a hiatus. There had been a fight, as bad as it had ever gotten over music before. Sam refused to go back into the studio due to it. Josh said he didn’t blame him for it, Jake could sometimes be unreasonable with his demands for the band. But Josh also said he wouldn’t take sides. He couldn’t leave his twin hanging in the argument, it would’ve been unnatural –Josh’s words. This left them to go on an indefinite break and a strict rule of no band talk was instituted when they were around anyone outside of the band. They didn’t really talk about it with one another either but that wasn’t so much a rule, but a preference. They agreed that they would have a band meeting every other week and see if anyone was ready to talk about it. It had been two months and none of the meetings had lasted longer than five minutes. 

She never pushed about this information, feeling like it wasn’t her place to really ask any of them about it once Josh had shared the truth with her. On the few occasions she had seen Josh after a meeting she knew it hadn’t gone well and allowed him to avoid her question of how it was. 

She presented him with the custom collage he had given her photos for 

As much as she had missed Josh and the physical aspect of their relationship, there is not even a mention of sex with them for awhile. She had a feeling it was due to their time apart and all their issues the first time around. If making it work with Josh was the end goal, sex could wait. 

He surprises her a month after their conversation that led to them being in each other’s lives in a way that was more than friends. She walked into his house expecting another film night, how most Saturdays had been with Josh. They would make popcorn and she always brought semi-sweet chocolate chips or M&M’s to have with the popcorn. Josh would have their favorite drinks already prepped and then they would curl up on his expansive couch and flick on whatever they had agreed upon the prior week. 

Right now, they had just begun working through classic horror films, starting with the oldest release date and working up to seeing something new in theaters the Saturday before Halloween. They had also broken their own rule by going to see Nope during the week because they figured it wouldn’t still be in theaters by the time Halloween rolled around so Y/N guessed she should have seen this coming when she shut Josh’s front door and smelled no popcorn in the air. 

“Josh?” She called down the hall. The warm cream walls of his entryway were familiar now and the dark hardwood was soothingly cool beneath her feet as she slipped off her shoes.

“In here!” He responded and she followed the sound of his voice through the hallways and rooms of his ranch style abode. It was big but not confusingly so. 

She found him in his music room which was a sunken room off of the main hallway. Furthest from the kitchen and dining room, but near his bedroom. The carpeting of the room was unlike any other in the house and his side tables were carefully covered in candles. His hand was pulling away from the last one with a shake of his wrist, effectively blowing out the flame of the match.  

The candles illuminate his face from the bottom up as the evening had already set in with the dying fall light.  He smiles and the apples of his cheeks lift, creating a shadow just below his eyes. The candle’s flame sparkles in his eyes and she can’t keep from smiling back. 

She recognizes Etta James’ voice sounding from the record player and its speakers in the corner, singing sweetly and softly of love. Josh can’t get a word in before she drops her purse to the floor and is wrapping her arms around his neck, tucking her head into his chest. 

“I thought we might do something different tonight.” He comments casually as he holds her tightly to him. 

Her response is muffled against his cotton shirt. “Anything.”

“I want to make love with you, Sunshine.” He whispers this now and she feels a cold air run down her spine, his fingers follow the feeling. 

“I could be interested in that.” 

“Interested?” He questions, prompting her to pull her head back and look at him with a teasing smile on her lips. 

“Yeah,” Her smile widens and he shakes his head at her before leaning in for a quick kiss that lingers longer than intended. 

“People say I’m weird, but I swear if they only knew what a weirdo I’ve got right here, they wouldn’t blink twice at me.” 

“I think people can tell we’re both weird, Josh. But please, let’s discuss this at length,” She runs her hand down his bicep and forearm. 

He rolls his eyes adoringly before leaning back in to kiss her. “It’s like you run your mouth just so that I’ll shut you up.” He mumbles against her lips. 

She presses herself further into him and hums an agreement, losing focus on their conversation and growing enamored with tasting more of Josh and having more of him than she had for years.

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[katsukatsuktasuki]

A/n : sooooooo um it's my first to post and i was look over here and i'm obsessed with 'bakugou meet his future kids with reader' so i got an idea pleas feel free to request

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It's should be another boring day if you wonder just go to school, study and all BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING like-

"what the hell did you do dumbass? And why i involved in this you idiot" he say while we walk to the principal nezu's office

hell, like i would know "watch you mouth you blasty boy i've been a good girl here the question is what did YOU do?!"

"don't worry young L/n and young bakugo why? Because i'm here" All might say walking behind you and bakugou

After we on principal nezu's office there is 3 boy or triplet idek around our age 16? Or 17?. I'm surprised eyo is that bakugou secret sibling's or? "Hey blasty boy you never told me you have triplet brother" i whisper to bakugou "what the hell i'm the one and only child you idiot"

the triplet rush over to you and surround her with a big hug "finally we meet you after a week mommy!". They say while you freeze in shock. Of course what the heck! i'm never doing anything inappropriate with anyone i barely have a boyfriend duh.

Principal nezu laugh and tell you and bakugou that the triplet is your child from the future . "OUR WHAT?!",

"Uhh uh katsuki can you please help me with them" y/n struggle because the lack of air to breath. "YOU EXTRAS BETTER LET HER GO YOU SCUM OR I BLAST YOUR ASS" bakugou say so they let go of you but actually jealous, even she is not his but boy have a secret crush on you.

"bakugou and y/n pleas take care of your child while they are here" principal nezu say "it's not like i have a choice right? they glued to me i think i'm gonna pass out the air-"

That's it bakugou blast the triplet in their ass while you gap for air. After we calm down you ask principal nezu "so principal are they stuck in here? Or the quirk who sent them will vanish anytime?", "No L/n they bring their self here it's their quirk they develop you're quirk, and your son may i say can stay here as long they didn't cause trouble now you may leave to your class with the triplet of course".

we all head to the class and no, you are not ready what will come next, after the door open their eyes so big looking at you and bakugou and don't forget the triplet that always have their hand on you.

"y/n and bakugou can you explain what it is?" Aizawa sensei ask "um sensei maybe we can discuss it later in the dorm" you said to the teacher and aizawa sigh "well now let start our class again"

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Now we all class 1A gather here, in the dorm together. All of them was curious who is this triplet and todoroki was to stunned to speak, well all of them actually.

"so y/n and bakugou mind to tell us?" but befor me and bakugou answer aizawa sensei, the triplet introduce them self (idk any name here so i just gonna use something that already have) "i'm the eldest katsuo, he is katsuma the middle and he is katsumi the youngest and we all bakugou's but we all our momma boys" katsuo say while the triplet snuggle to me "and how did you get here?" Aizawa sensei ask "it's because my quirk duh you old man in the future the kids have quirk that their parent have but only one to develop".

"so brat what did you got?" katsuki asking with the smug grin on his face, the father can't handle his proudness on his boys. "ew that look again you old man" the youngest say with sass in his voice can't blame, he is my child after all "what did you say you brat-!", "bakugou we need information" poor bakugou beeing cut by his teacher.

"well like me and katsuo we have dad explosion but we develop our mommy quirk mom can teleport over places, while i can jump in space and time and just make something doesn't exist in our current time, it's same with katsuo but he can't just erased something or someone instead he can make someone change" katsuma say, now i know he got my personality to explain better than his dad.

"That's so manly" kirisima said with that sparkling in his eyes "well wanna know more manly uncle eiji? you and auntie mina is married and not just that uncle denki end auntie jirou is merried too even uncle izuku and auntie ochako and-"before katsumi spill the tea further more, you place your hand on your son while katsuki laugh his ass 'cause his classmate were in blush.

"alright kid i'm glad to know that is save and sound now i'm gonna take my leave don't do something stupid" Aizawa sensei leave 1A's dorm. "So katsumi what is your quirk?", "Yeah brat what it's your, can't believe none of you didn't develop my quirk hell cause i am the strongest".

"bleh old man! you didn't change do you? always like that over your pride" katsuo say while the other laugh cause no one, no fucking one dare to asking bakugou with so much sass but then here it is, his only child can put up with him.

"mind telling your me katsumi?" You said while patting your son's head softly. "well mom i got you teleport quirk but i got develop daddy quirk-" "HELL YEAH so what it is brat?". "i can melt whatever i want even a mountain" all of us is dead silent.

"no wonder your temperature is so warm katsumi", "aww mom you didn't change you always say you like it when i hug you or snuggle to you mom" and again oh poor boys got blast from his dad "the fuck your problem old man? can't you just chill we want our mommy here" but before katsuki say anything mineta was out of hand today "y/n, you look like you know? with that boys all over your body, damn how lucky i want to hug you too" and that's it, Today we lost one of our class member, caused by the Bakugou's, trigger because the poor little boy say something inappropriate to their beloved one.

Mineta in cage of four man towering over him, with that dead glare on their face. The other just prepare for the funeral cause they already have a problem to hold one pissed bakugou's to stop from murdering the grape boy and now four bakugou's? Hell nah...

"mom is that your friend?" Katsuo ask.

"i don't remember this thing in our current time brother" now katsuma say while cracking his finger to relax.

"oh i really want to melt his fucking brain mommy" and now the youngest katsumi.

"hell yeah, boys in to the formation we got a prey to play here..." bakugou say with his explosion already in his hand.

Let's say mineta was save, poor boy got treatened with the bakugou's and after a week the boys execuse them self to their current time and here you are with katsuki, you don't know what to do you guys not even a couple but katsuki so clingy after the triplet go and so all over you.

"hey dumbass i'm just gonna say it once you better hear it or it's over" katsuki say with his face on your neck "would you be my partner for life you doofas?"

It's took all of you to collect what is going on. the redness all over your face, you are not a couple but girl didn't blind you know well damn much that katsuki is hella fine and it's not just because of that. not to mention you has over this boy for long.

"well like you'll let me say no?, so yeah blasty boy you stuck with me now". "good like hell i'm gonna let you with anyone else", he snuggle more into you. Now you know why the triplet so clingy to you just like their dad.

[melissa-kenobi]

Hiiiii I wanted to request an obi wan x reader short fic or drabble (whatever you want really) where the reader has some self esteem issues regarding her physical appearance and she confides in obi wan. He’s obviously so supportive and the whole thing is very fluffy

If you’re not comfortable with writing about this in particular I totally get it!! Any sort of hurt/comfort dynamic would be great :)

Hi Anon 💕

Omg, I'm sorry this is so late :( but yasass I'm totally happy to write anything about my boo Obi 🥺 it's been a while since I wrote but here ya go x

Also idek if this goes under what you requested. I'm sorry if it doesn't :'( x

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Confide [Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader]

Obi-Wan is probably one of the most lenient Masters ever and you were so lucky to have him as yours. You cherished each moment with him and always looked up to him. He was so easy to talk to if you ever struggled with anything, he was understanding and gentle with you. Something you deeply appreciated, something many other padawans struggled with their masters.

But this time you weren't sure how he would react.

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Rushing out of the training room, lightsaber held tightly in your grip as you left the other padawans: you attempted to make you way subtly out the temple. But the tears running down your cheeks, and the bright training clothes were a major attraction for your master to spot you. You'd barely made it 10 steps down the very long stairs before you heard him.

"Padawan. Padawan!" His voice rang out behind you but you kept your pace urging your legs to go faster- so he wouldn't talk to you. "Y/N!"

Fuck. He rarely calls you your name in public. Only when you're alone or on a mission together. Taking a deep breath you quickly swiped the tears away and turn to face your Master- who wore a face of confusion.

"Master. Can I help you?" You forced a smile out as he came to a stop in front of you. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in your appearance. Eyes reddened as he noticed the tears which looked as if they had been hastily wiped away. Robes out of place as your arms were crossed over your body awkwardly. Your eyes blinked rapidly as they looked everywhere but him. "Master?"

Master Kenobi didn't say a word but gently took you by the arm and had you walk with him to your shared room. You bit your lip as you let him take you back, eyes holding back tears as he took you through a short cut- almost as if he knew.

You felt like a child again. Back when the other padawans would make fun of you, you'd rush to your Master and cry into his arms all night. He'd hold you and make sure you were okay before gently talking to you and making you feel better. Master Kenobi would make you a cup of hot coco with marshmallows and whipped cream, knowing it was your favourite comfort drink.

The two of you walked into the room, your Master instantly throwing off his cloak and walked to the mini kitchen in the room. You sniffed a bit before making your way over to him, watching as he swiftly wandered from cabinet to drawer. You stood still as you watched Obi-Wan for a few minutes, wondering how he wasnt angry with you before looking down to your feet.

"I'm sorry Master." You sniffled and blurted out, blinking back tears.

Obi-Wan instantly stopped what he was doing and walked to where you stood, his hand lifting your chin up and looking into your eyes. "No little one. Don't ever apologise to me. You have no reason to."

"But I-i-

"No."

"Master- they were making fun of me for being different."

Obi-Wan blinked as he took in your words.

"Lacey said I'd never get anywhere with the way I look. That I'd never be a Jedi Knight- that you would leave me and I'd b-

You couldn't even finish your sentence as you felt the words get stuck in your throat. You let out a loud sob which had Obi-Wan pulling you into a tight hug. "Y/N, listen to me. You are a wonderful and amazingly strong Jedi, one that I am so very proud to have as my padawan. You are extremely talented in ways I will never understand and nor will the other Padawans, but what I do know is that you will go on to be a Jedi Knight. That you will succeed because you are different, because you proved them wrong today- in so many ways."

"But Obi-Wan I almost-

"But you'd didn't. And that's what makes you special." Obi-Wan pulled away as he held your cheeks in his hands.

"You did nothing wrong. You didn't let your anger get the better of you. That is the true sign of a Jedi Knight." You smiled a little as he wiped away your tears.

"As for the the Padawan's- they should have known better. I shall be having words with them tomorrow. He spoke gently before holding your shoulders and walking you to the worktop. "Now come. I want you to sit here and wait."

He made you sit on the worktop as he grabbed a few things and set them next to you. He blinked a for a few moments before actually taking you in. "You're getting too old for me to lift you up there."

"Hey!" You laughed before throwing a marshmellow at his face. "Am not! You're just old."

"Well I've had you and Anakin as padawan, what do you expect?" He retorts before you could even say anything he hands over a large mug. "I'll let you do the honors today."

You held back tears as you looked up at your Master in adoration. You jumped off and rushed him into a hug, arms holding him tightly. "Thank you Obi-Wan."

Those words held much more meaning than just hot coco and Obi-Wan felt it- he returned the hug, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "You're welcome little one. Anytime you need me, I'll be there."

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[screechingzephyrr]

today i watched the first five episodes of cbs ghosts and as an avid enjoyer of bbc ghosts i decided to share my thoughts and comparisons!

so here are my thoughts… (its kinda long so beware)

Things I Liked:

-My favourite characters are Isaac and Thorfinn, because Isaac is a silly gay soldier man (can you tell i love the captain) and thorfinn is THE icon.

-My favourite parts of the episodes are when they move away from the original bbc ghosts plot and create something of their own- it makes it more enjoyable and interesting as someone who has watched each episode of ghosts so many times ive lost count.

-The characters bounce off each other quite well, there were moments, like when pete and trevor hugged each other after pushing over the pot and i was like haha nice. 👍 they feel like a group

-the show is americanised and i like that about it, it feels very different from the rest of the shows i watch (im british) so its kind of a breath of fresh air in that way

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Things i Didnt Like (sorry :(

-The run time (20 mins) means the story is very compacted and, compared to the original, the plot is the same but feels more rushed.

-They sometimes try to have emotional moments??? but i dont feel anything. in the first episode they have one just after samantha goes to hospital and i was sat there like Ok???? It didnt have an impact bc i had only known them for 15 minutes.

—Trevors character….. i think if i saw him without watching bbc ghosts i would have felt better about him. hes a combination of julian and thomas, and he feels washed out because he has both their major traits (slutty politician + liking alison/sam) but toned down.)

Instead of a poet waxing romance and almost innocently adoring her (like thomas) he is a weird politican guy who kinda hits on her sometimes (calling her hot, wondering if they were flirting). i still think hes entertaining, i like him but when he makes comments sometimes i want to scream like someone please make this man stop. hes like julian if he had 0% slut, looked like thomas, and hit on alison.

—some ghosts i dont really see??? like sasappis and that high girl (idek her name😭) i barely see, and the greaser guy with his head chopped off ive seen twice??? they probably get more screentime later but damn where these ghosts at. i want to know more

—cbs ghosts doesnt leave any suspense to what most died of. they flat out state most of them. it leaves the suspense that came with bbc ghosts completely gone. you cant make theories bc they hand it to you on a silver platter and dont make you wait.

—jay and samathas relationship makes me want to commit a crime (in a bad way!!). jay is the worst. they were arguing in teh first three episodes. Jay didnt want to move into the house. theyre not a united front at all! hes kinda fighting with sam and mentioned multiple times about her “cute butt” which personally made me want to scream again. and they just dont have couple vibes

when they try to have moments, it’s stilted. compared to alison and mike who you can see together and who you are endeared to from the first episode, they DONT compare.

Alison sometimes borrows mikes coat in the show, and i dont get that kind of comfortable loving vibe from sam and jay. its not happening for me.

anyway sam should just divorce jay and run the bnb by herself, send post

— OKAY there was this moment where trevor raises his arms and the rest of the ghosts cringe and look away bc of his crotch. Then theres a shot where trevors crotch isnt covered by a pot or another object, its blurred out in pixels. anyway i hated it so much pls make it disappear from existence im begging

-the colour palettes are kinda jarring, its not really that cohesive

Conclusion:

I do like it and i will keep watching it for Isaac, but mostly i still think bbc ghosts is the better option so far and if you are thinking about which to watch first, you should watch the original bbc ghosts.

im gonna keep watching and I really hope this show comes into its own.

BUT saying that, im probably biased because im super attached to bbc ghosts, so go check it out for yourself! i am a simple person on the internet and you’d probably be better forming your own opinion.

i’ll probably post my complete opinion on it if i ever finish it. so. yeah.

anyway if you read this far, i love you

[todds-rwby-liveblog]

idek wtf to say about 13 and 14 like. Just sat there dying inside again the whole hour

there's one little detail that kills me about the start of the Cinder fight spiralling and that's the fact that Ruby was literally about to flashbang her again, glowing eyes n all but she was late by seconds. The level of self blame that must have added to her on top of everything else already in the mix.

Weiss double wielding Myrtenaster and Gambol Shroud. Oh my god damn I can't fucking. Do that. With weapons beinf extensions of their wielders and her taking it forward with her (and Yang technically too, seeing it has the gold mend in the blade) as a reminder. And her having to hold Blake back from jumping off after Yang always fucking hurts me also. The four of them would literally follow each other through hell and back and to the death for better or worse it's painful. Also just realising that with Weiss being in front of Cinder and her having to turn around to see Jaune killing Penny means that Weiss would have probably seen it all happen too.

Winter losing absolutely everything too. Fucjing hell. Her home and mentor, her school, her career, her dad, her sister, her friend and the one to show her that her humanity is one kf the most valuable things she could ever have and that it's something to be embraced and something that you need to acceot as part of yourself rather than repress and push away. Penny and Winter both getting the maiden powers as proof of being human underneath their respective machinery (esp since Winter's brace and armour in v8 make her look very cyborg-like as well, as if she followed Ironwood down his path to a self-destructive degree as well before she realisedwhat his thinking was actually like) is something that always gets me incredibly fucking emo (I likr to argue that Penny's real blue fairy moment was with Fria rather than Ambrosius because of this. The real proof to the world and to herself that anyone ever needed that she has a soul and a personhood was this as was for Winter and yet everyone around her with power tried so desperately to take that humanity away from her (IW, Watts, Salem, Jacques, Cinder). She deserved evey hug she got and more I can't with her.)

Oh Cinder.... I do think that she meant it when she said to Watts that he deserved it but as usual it was also just so twisted... like as in he deserved to be in charge of this part of the operation but also deserved to die by her hand and with about as much panic and suffering as possible (trapped on a falling city in a locked room full of fire smoke). What he said absolutely had an impact on her and while she was still absolutely keeping up a facade as usual I also think part of her words were genuine in that moment. But in the end of the day she still goes back to Salem GOD DAMN IT RAAAAHHHH

The entire volume she's just been stuck in a loop of repeating the cycle of tryinf to convince herself that she has any sort of power or influence and then cutting any bridges she had except for Salem herself down and then crawling back to Salem not acknowledging that she's never actually stopped living in someone's inescapable servitude to begin with. The maiden power collecting saga for her is just fuel for her own ego and always has been. I love how much more of an emphasis we've been seeing on her Grimm arm being a leash as well in v8. Go failgirl go!!! Also v interested to find out whether her last line to Ruby has Lore™ or if it's just an xbox live moment djjdkdkd

Breaking news!!! Harriet finally admits to herself that she is actually friends with her team!!! And now she's gonna have to confront the way she's been leading them to their deaths, namely im the form of Vine's sacrifice. Interested to see what her development in Vacuo is gonna look like... I can see the remaining ace ops getting a lot closer now that they have to rely on each other more closely to survive and can admit that they're friends really. Harriet working through her arrogance and competitiveness that brought herself and Vine down their paths would be very cool.

Though FUCKING. JACQUES [rips shift] on one hand let that fuckass stay gone I never wanted a redemption arc for him or anything like that not at all but dying is like. The 2nd worst thing after that for me let that man marinate in his own misery forever or something where he actually needs to confront his family and the people he hurt and get shat on by them WHYYYY. How did Ironwood even have access to his gun gun at that point. Fucjing hell raaa€AAAAAAAAA

Only other detail I DISlike is Oz somehow knowing exactly what Weiss said to Ambrosius... like yeah sure he knows he works on genie logic like Jinn does and might have figured out this was part of the wording in some form but. Oscar was never there.... [Peetah Family Guy death pose]

Qrow oh my guy Qrow was having the worst fucking day of his life, last he saw the kids they all split off the ship crashing into Mantle and next thing he knows they're MIA and presumed dead to him cus he's been in jail the whole time. Right as he starts to get a good turn on life it blows up in his face in the worst possible way. He genuinely looks like something in him just dies this man has had enough.

Honestly Ironwood going down with his ship right after Salem personally shows up and looks him in the eye was really fitting. He was exhausted and completely vulnerable and right in the core of the city, his greatest fears having finally caught up to him and mocked him. He's gone down the wrong path to try and protect the city and himself and it spat in his face in the end. Yadda yadda something about Ironwood embodying Atlas bearing the world on his shoulders and breaking down from the weight. Fucking hell dude that was insane. Imo IW's entire arc and conduct were always going to hit back at him and be the thing to bring him down and it just worked.

Fucking hell v8 was just. Bleak. Peak of the despair arc for sure even v9 had its moments but there was just. So god damned much shit happening at once and it was all going wrong and the stakes were so much higher than Beacon. Need to sit down [barbie pose]

[555swag]

✨My experiences being trans with more or less transphobic parents✨

idek why but i rlly feel like writing stuff away from my soul

my mom is very transphobic. i do not blame her for it, since she just grew up like that, i just blame her for being mean abt it towards her own child. E.g spitting the worst things you could possibly say abt trans ppl, knowing im listening and i will not repeat any of them, but i can assure u they are hurtful. Plus not believing me im trans. She doesn’t use my name, or my pronouns, she forbid me to wear my first binder so now i have to hide my second one and it’s making life harder and i’m not complaining about all those things, im just complaining abt the times she says she hates me for being trans, when she makes me feel as if she hates her own child, nobody rlly wants to hear that from their parents.

also a thing she does is touching me - yes ik it sounds like sexual harassment and believe me it also feels like sexual harassment but it’s like, it’s not really making me suffer so idc. still, this is very uhm unacceptable kinda i think. i mean if someone told me this, i’d be seriously worried.

my dad is not reaaaaly transphobic, it’s no as if he’s a supporter but he accepts it, i think he just feels very sorry for trans people, i do as well bc being trans sucks. Despite he accepts other people, he doesn’t accept me. he is not being mean, i mean he doesn’t use my name or pronouns but i mean he is better than my mother. the thing is he always tells me horror stories about people detransitioning and they make me scared tbh. I mean ik there are many ppl who are happy with their transitions but some aren’t or have rlly bad doctors and they are in pain and stuff. it just makes me so terrified, but the thought of living without transitioning makes me even more terrified. so to put my dad’s opinion into a sentence: stay how you are, learn to accept who u are.

and ik he doesn’t mean it as rude as my mom but it hurts as well, a lot.

what im trying to say is, it’s hard enough being trans, u don’t need to make it worse and i don’t even ask for a hug but maybe my mom not saying she hates me

idk im crying to cavetown rn

[randomshyperson]

hi r u still taking requests for your blurb collection? if so can u do when where the avengers are at a pool party or smth and at some point reader and wanda r alone in the pool and wanda starts teasing reader wanting them to touch her. bottom wanda please

Blurb Collection 'Kink Specials' #07 - "Pool Party"

Words: 431

Warnings: 16+, teasing, no smut, a bit of dirty talk, established relationship, semi public teasing sexual insunation, language.

Blurb Collection

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"What are you doing, darling?" You whispered curiously, feeling Wanda fit her body against you.

To any of the other Avengers around the pool, or in the grill area, it would seem like innocent affection. You and Wanda had always been very close in public, hugging and holding hands together.

But you knew better. And you knew there was nothing innocent about Wanda gently rolling against you.

"Nothing." She replied, biting back a smile, her gaze forward. She even risked nodding in the negative when Steve asked if she wanted more barbecue. You would have believed it, if you couldn't feel the heat eradicating from her body.

Tony turned up the radio, inviting the avengers to dance excitedly around the pool.

You slipped your arms around Wanda's waist, hugging her, and didn't miss the soft sigh she let out.

"Do you want this, baby?" You whispered against her ear. "Do you want me to touch you while our friends are around?"

Her breath hitched, and you watched the skin of her cheeks warm. She swallowed dryly, and leaned her body even more against you, her ass fitting perfectly against your center and making you let out a soft gasp.

"What a naughty girl." You whispered.

You deposited soft kisses against the skin of her neck, and she bit her lips to keep from sighing.

Everyone seemed distracted enough by the music and the food to notice you running your hand down Wanda's waist, until your fingers found the panties of her bikini.

She gasped, "Baby, I..."

"You've lost your nerve, haven't you?" you teased, noticing that she tensed up, as you also heard Sam's sarcastic comment about you two being very close that made the other avengers laugh. "You're a tease, baby."

She sighed, pushing against you again and you smiled, moving your fingers down to caress her over the cloth.

"Wanda, if I sink my fingers into you, you'll scream my name like you always do, baby." You reminded her, without stopping the gentle movements against her covered clit, and she let out a soft moan. "If you can't wait, go to the sauna. I promise I won't be long."

She turned in one motion, kissing you on the mouth and ignoring the team's whistles about it. You smiled, tightening your arms around her before she pulled away.

"Five minutes." She sighs into your lips before swimming off.

But you move after her almost immediately, and ignore all the hinting glances, because honestly you don't give a damn about their teasing, wanda cumming in your mouth is way more important.

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[postalenha]

on and off % jake

pairing: playboybf!jake x reader genre: angst, fluff, lovers to exes, exes to lovers idek word count: 1.89k words requested: yes / prompt 14, “we called it off again last night.” / 18, “it’s been you all along.” / 19, “for the first time, i had something to lose.” synopsis: immaturity isn't needed in a relationship, but that seems to be jake's and your's specialty. warnings: curse words, mentions of drinking, throwing up, su!cide, toxic relationship, making out

"i thought you're going with jake today?" sunghoon asked as you hop into his car.

you rolled your eyes at the thought of riding in the same vehicle as the boy, "no, we called it off again last night."

"again?!" the boy exclaimed, "y/n, that's probably the nth time you guys called it off." he sighed in disbelief, "that's not how relationships work." he commented.

judgingly looking at his way, "yeah? like you know any better?"

"shut up." he started the engine, "this isn't about my love life."

"whatever." you blurt out, "i guess being bad at handling relationship runs in our blood." you jokingly said, as your cousin laugh.

he tilt his head smiling, "damn, of all things that can be passed down, that's what we got."

"well, at least we got good looks. that works as a payoff." he added. you agreed at him with a nod, "anyway." you changed the subject.

"i'm planning on ending it with jake." you stated. he looked at you, "no shit, you sure?" he assured, "to be honest, whatever makes you happy." he added, looking like he wanted to say something but he decided not to.

"don't apologize." you led before he could even say sorry for insisting that you should date his best friend, sim jaeyun.

"i'm not- okay whatever." he almost want to deny the urge but he saw you looking at him with a teasing face, "i just feel a little responsible for all the stress this relationship have caused you." he scratch the back of his head, as you slap his arm.

"shut up, dating him was my decision. you don't have to blame yourself for all the bad decisions i made for myself. i'm an adult now." you told him.

parking his car he nod his head, "okay. just remember i'm here if things are bad, okay?"

"okay." you said, before going out of his car. walking at the corridor of your building, trying to see if jake arrived earlier than you today.

and he certainly did. there he is on his designated seat beside the window, silently watching as the wilted leaves fall down from the tree.

the clock ticks time faster than you expected and your professor came in, not able to call out for jake's name to even talk to him.

sitting down to a chair, you told yourself that you'll talk to him later. and here you are, in front of jake sim at the rooftop of your university's main building.

it might be your lucky day for no one else is here but the two of you. this place is usually cramped with so many people and miraculously today isn't one of those days.

this may be one of the many signs sent from above that this relationship should end as it wasn't right from the beginning.

your blood boils as your cousin sunghoon pushes you into the table of his friend group, "come on! you wouldn't lose anything! he just want to talk to you." he shouts.

"then tell him i don't want to!" you shout back a little annoyed. the last thing you want to do tonight is talk to the famous serial dater, jake sim. "for i know, he just wants the best out of me!"

"come on! jake's not like that!" he defended his friend. to be honest, sunghoon is the last person you should be ranting to. for he is just like his friend, they play with girl's hearts for fun.

you rolled your eyes as you reach the table of ego. the decision of naming that wasn't yours, but the other students. they called this the table of ego because everyone in here got some solid ego. heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake. all of them.

"y/n! you actually came!" heeseung cheered as soon as he saw you, he scooted a little bit on his right to leave some space between him and jake, "come sit!"

sitting beside him was probably one of the decisions you will forever regret in your life. the memory of that night was a blur. you barely recall anything that happened then.

the only thing that you remember was when jake was reaching for a kiss, you accidentally threw up on him before passing out.

the next day, he told you to be his girlfriend to compensate with the mess you gave his brand new shirt. you said yes just so he could shut up, telling yourself you'll break up with him after a day or two.

two months then passed and you are just breaking everything now. well, it's better late than never. you just didn't expect that he would actually be a good boyfriend.

he's mostly good, not until everything gets complicated even with nothing. you fight over the smallest thing like, not being able to respond to each other's text to someone getting jealous.

it wasn't the best relationship you've been in but it was a good experience. you learned so much and now, it's time to move on.

"what is it that you wanted to say?" jake impatiently snapped you back into reality. you swallowed a good amount of saliva before saying, "let's break up."

it was better to say it forward than beating around the bush. with this, more time and energy will be saved. because even if you give him an explanation he probably won't listen.

he slowly blinked and sighed, looking away he said "okay. if that's what you want." see. he wouldn't even bother asking you why.

well, if you get things easy. they would also go easily, "okay. it was fun meeting you." you head out, leaving him there.

he most probably would not be so upset that he might think of jumping off the building, but you still prayed that he wont.

and he didn't. you can guarantee that as you see that three weeks later jake sim is with a woman walking the same isle as you are. the chances of you seeing him here at this huge mall was small, but never impossible.

you grabbed your friend's hand trying to hide from the sight of the man, "what are you doing-"

"shut up, jake is here." you told here looking at their way, walking into a clothing store. you hurriedly go and sit at a restaurant far from them and ordered food when your friend speak up.

"y/n, what's the point of hiding now when you guys already broke up?" she patheticly looked at you who's trying to hide from a menu list.

putting the menu list down on the table, you crossed your arms, "i am not hiding from him. i simply don't want to involve myself with anything that has to do with him."

"yeah, like seeing him in a shopping mall involves you with him." she said with full sarcasm. "you have no idea how pathetic that sounded."

not listening to anything she said, you started eating your pasta. almost choking when you saw a familliar figure walk in the restaurant.

trying your best to lean down and not get noticed you hear your friend call, "jake!" you kick her feet under the table as you see jake wave back and walks closer.

"what the fuck did you just do?" you whispered at her, she just smiles like an idiot as jake reach your table.

"hello, jia." he greeted your friend, "hi, y'n."

flashing a fake smile, you said "hi." satisfied with how annoyed you are, jia announced "you guys can join us! we got two extra seats here."

"we don't want to intrude-" you cut him off, "yes, there are a lot of vacant tables. they sure can find their own, right?"

serving a glass of wine, a waiter says "oh, we're fully booked, ma'am. so if you want to eat here, you have to wait for another hour or so." he said pouring some on your glass. "if you'll excuse me."

"it would be rude if we don't invite you right? so join!" your friend cheered as the girl jake's with sit next to you.

taking a sip of your wine whenever jake helps the girl cut her steak, you became unaware of how drunk you are. "so, when did you meet jake?" you asked the girl.

to be frank, she was quiet the whole time. just sitting there, not saying a thing but a "thanks." whenever jake helps her with anything.

"you can't answer that? well can you tell me if you are able to use your hands to their purpose? like cutting off a steak or puring your own glass of wine?"

"y/n-" your friend tried to stop you. but you didn't listen. you just continued to blabber nonsense until jake grabbed your wrist to the bathroom.

shaking your hand off his grip you screamed at him asking, "why did you bring me here?!"

"y/n why are you being so rude?" he calmly asked you.

you sarcastically laughed, "i'm being rude? who's more rude when you're out here eating at the same table as your ex-girlfriend and your current girlfriend?"

"current girlfriend- y/n that's my cousin!" he tried to calm himself by breathing slowly, pushing the side of his mouth using his tounge "do you really think i could replace you that fast?"

the sudden question made you feel like someone cut off your tounge. because you mostly have answer for everything but this. his question caught you off guard.

"when you broke up with me, i never asked why. i knew you were tired and i don't want to exhaust you more." you hear his voice shake as he speak. "i was also tired and we both needed a break."

you looked straight at his eyes that are sparkling from moist done by the tears that he have been trying so hard to hold back, "but as time pass by, i felt more and more empty. there is a big mark of you in my heart that ever since you left, no one has ever filled."

"nobody could ever fit in, but you." cupping your face he also wipe your tears away. "i never felt that way before. it's like, for the first time, i had something to lose."

"jake, i-" it was as if you forgot how to compose a word. you never knew he felt the same way you did when you broke up with him.

maybe sunghoon was more of your cousin than he is jake's friend. because if jake only knew how many times you told sunghoon that you miss him, he would've came back faster than this.

he smiled pulling you into a hug, "it's fine if you don't feel the same way anymore. i understand that. but i just want you to know that i am not the douchebag you think i am."

pulling away from the hug, you see his eyes were bloodshot "sorry, the last thing i want to do is make you cry-" you pulled him into a kiss not letting another word out of his mouth.

running out of breath, you seperated his lips from yours. you widely smiled at him, "it’s been you all along."

kissing outside a three star restaurant's restroom isn't as ideal as other comeback stories, but you wouldn't ask for anything else. as long as you have jake in your arms, your heart is content.

[sanccharine]

12:28 | atz seonghwa

pairing: seonghwa x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.5k

warnings: mentions feelings of anger and wanting to cry

a/n: this was inspired by a very embarrassing dream i had a while back, never thought i’d write it down bc it is not a feeling i want to feel again. but i had a pretty shitty day and i don't want to sleep and i’m pretty pissed and writing this in the last thirty minutes or so kinda sorta calmed me ?? whatever idek at this point, hope you enjoy :/

Irritated, you opened your eyes to find a wall. You weren’t sure how long you’d been tossing and turning but sleep never came. There was a familiar ache in the back of your throat and that frustrating burning in your eyes. You could feel it arriving, slowly clawing up your skin, that heaviness that wants to burst open right through your lungs until your throat is raw.

More than crying, more than breaking down, you hated knowing that it was near. That feeling of knowing that in mere seconds and moments, you’d curl into yourself, utterly inconsolable until the last tear falls.

You’d do anything to prevent it.

Taking in a deep breath, you turned to your bedside table. Warm amber light filtered through your bedroom door followed by slow clicks of the keyboard.

He was still awake.

You knew what you had to do, you could only sigh and he’d be right by your side. However, the thought of letting him see you in such a state had you clenching your teeth. Suffocating melancholy immediately in war with sickening anger at the idea of being vulnerable, at allowing him to come to you… at asking for help.

Nails digging into your blanket, you mumbled, “Seonghwa.”

The name had come out so soft and so tired and so wanting… something you didn’t think you were capable of. There was a slight feeling of bitterness on your tongue, but it soon disappeared when he hummed in response. When you heard his footsteps, you had to screw your eyes shut to get rid of the embarrassment you felt. You were too far gone to regret your actions.

When you opened your eyes, he was peaking from behind the doorframe. His enormous beige sweater nearly falling off his shoulder as he threw you a worried glance.

“Do you need anything?” He said, softly… much softer than you could ever mutter. There was care in his words, such gentleness that you just were not built to replicate.

Screw it!

“Can you–” your breath hitched, which only angered you so much more. So the next words left your lips in rapid succession. “Can you please hug me until I sleep?”

The relief that washed over you as soon as the words hung in the air was immense. It was only more relieving when Seonghwa’s shining eyes crinkled as he smiled while nodding.

A sigh left Seonghwa as he settled into your bed, his arms falling around your body so easily. Although, even as you nestled into his collar, there was a sting in your heart that had you biting the inside of your cheek. His comfort and his kindness, only made you hurt all the more.

You didn’t want to feel that way at all.

Screwing your eyes shut again, you pressed into him. The scent of the vanilla softener filled your senses while his enormous sweater cushioned your head. You felt the warm chuckle that reverberated through his chest. Watched the amber light that shined on your tangled bodies.

It was comforting, it was soothing, and it was more than enough to lull you into a restful sleep.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: yeah,,,okay,,,hope you enjoyed it better than i had experienced the dream lol. but yeah, if you see any mistakes please let me know and hope you have a good day/night.

tagging: @its-a-me-mario-hihi​​

[kaashiboo]

hiii i hope u have a nice day! how would akaashi and kita react if their s/o cries because of how much they love them?? idek if that makes sense nsnsm but i hope u understand ! byeee stay safe

haikyuu boys reacting to you crying because of how much you love them

┇ akaashi and kita

→fluff

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

✎ a/n: AAAH this is the first ever request that I've gotten so i was really excited when i saw the notification heh:') i really appreciate the request! i hope i did well on this oneee. stay safe to you too! <3 and thank you for your patience because i know this took a long time hehe.

akaashi

you were patiently waiting in the library for akaashi as he offered to study with you for the upcoming exams but since he still has practice, you decided to just wait for him.

you had a mental debate with yourself whether you should start studying already or just use your phone— and you obviously choose the latter.

you stared at your wallpaper, it was a candid picture of akaashi crouched down with bread crumbs on his palms as an attempt to feed the birds. it was honestly such a lovely experience.

a wide grin never left your face. a sigh of contentment escaped from your lips. you propped your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm as you continually scroll through your album named 'memories with keiji<3'.

you stop scrolling for a while, starting to realize how lucky you are to have akaashi in your life. memories of you two together flooded your mind and you start tearing up.

-

"love, try feeding the birds. just try not to... look scary." he teased, you let out a loud and offended 'huh?', startling some of the birds and he gave you an i-told-you look.

"y/n, sweetie. i bought snacks for you since i heard from the school's nurse that you were having some bad cramps."

"sweetheart, it's okay to cry. i'm here now, you don't need to hide your feelings from me because i would always be more than willing to help you, okay?"

"you did great, my love! i am so proud of you. i love you."

-

you hadn't noticed that akaashi was secretly watching you from afar until you heard a soft thump on the floor and you quickly looked up at him.

"kei—" you were about to greet him but he immediately embraced you.

your eyes widened in surprise, rubbing his back soothingly. "is there something wrong?" you whispered softly, your other hand making its way to play with his hair.

"shouldn't i be the one asking you that?" he pulled away, cupping your cheeks in his hands and wiped your tears with his thumb and you finally noticed that you were crying the whole time.

"oh no," you laughed a bit. "i'm alright, keiji. i was just overwhelmed." you tried explaining but he was still reluctant at your response and so you picked up your phone that you placed on the table as soon as you caught sight of his presence.

"see? i was just looking at our pictures. i swear, i didn't mean and i never even noticed that i started crying." he finally relaxed. sensing that you were still in a good mood.

"but why were you even crying in the first place?" you slowly turned your head to the side where you can't see him. too embarrassed to answer but he held your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly guiding your head to face him.

you knew you could have looked away but you couldn't help but to just stare back. "i love you." you blurted, causing him to smile.

"i love you too, sweetheart. but i don't think that answers my question."

"well that was my answer." you saw his smile turn into a small smirk, "i don't think i understand what you're trying to imply, my love. could you please explain it more?" you playfully pinched his cheeks before planting a kiss on the same spot.

"it's okay to cry, love." he muttered.

kita

"how has he been?" granny yumie looked at you adoringly as you prepared a bento box to bring to kita as he was still in practice.

"he's been treating me better than anyone could, granny." you answered honestly.

"that's good to hear, y/n-chan, but i think i would love to hear you talk about him more. come on, it's just the two of us." she insisted. you chuckled before wrapping up the food you had prepared before sitting down on the floor across her. ready to give in and do what she requested.

"shinsuke is a very lovely boy, granny. truth to be told, i was very intimidated when i first bumped into him and the way he looked at me weirdly because i was the one who apologized when he spilled his drink on me,” you laughed as you thought about it.

“but he was also kind enough to lend me his jacket before he rushed off to practice and i was thankful for it because i at least had the reason to find him and return him his jacket.” you glanced at granny yumie who was intently listening to you talk.

“and the day after that, i returned his jacket but he insisted that i should keep it,” you paused again, smiling a bit before pointing at the jacket you were currently wearing. “it’s this one.” you said before continuing with your story.

“and because we were in the same year, he would always give me his notes even though i don’t really need them— well i kinda do need them since i don’t like writing. not only that but he offered to always walk me home.”

“granny, i wonder how he’s able to pull off that kind of thing?” you bit your lips, trying to come up with an answer.

“what thing, dear?”

“he may not be the most affectionate person in the world but i still feel so loved whenever i’m with him. he’s not like me who always craved their partner’s touch but even so, he still manages to show that he cares and that he loves me very much and i am beyond grateful to have him. he’s so patient and understanding with me.” you pouted in a playful manner, trying to hide the fact that you were close to crying.

you’ve never had problems with talking about your relationship with kita to other people but this conversation with granny yumie is different since you were used to talk about the two of you casually but this time, nothing but sincerity lingered in the air and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat that was starting to build up.

“ah, i think they would have their break in a few minutes soon, granny. i should probably go ahead now.” you excused yourself.

“be careful on the way, y/n-chan.” she reminded you.

“will do, granny! thank you for helping me prepare shin’s food.” you bowed and left hurriedly.

once you are out of the house, you let the tears stream endlessly, clutching tightly onto the fabric wrapped around the bento box to not accidentally let it go.

you were walking at a fast pace not until someone held your shoulders, forcing you to look up.

“y/n?”

“shin!” you yelped in surprise, wiping your tears with the back of your hand before smiling at him.

“wait why are you here? aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” you narrowed your eyes. realizing that he was wearing a new t-shirt.

“i could be asking you the same question, darling. but to answer yours, we ended practice early.” he let go of you before scanning your face completely and you felt like melting under his gaze, “do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“it’s a ridiculous reason, shin. it’s fine.” you insisted before holding your hand out for him to get the food that you made for him and he gladly accepted it.

“nothing is ridiculous if it’s you, y/n. especially if it’s your feelings. you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you to the bench near where you two were standing and pushed you down to sit.

-

shin: y/n, good morning. please do not forget to eat breakfast.

shin: hello. i heard from your classmates yesterday that you would have a quiz later. do not forget to review. if you need my help, just call me.

shin: the nurse told me you were sick. don’t wait for me anymore, we decided to not have practice today. i’ll pick you up from your classroom then walk you home and take care of you.

shin: y/n, love? suna just sent me a screenshot of the songs you’re currently listening to. are you sure you feel fine?

-

“love. i know that you are great friends with the twins but is it okay if you tell them to not always smother you especially when you are with me?” kita said. trying to keep his tone remain usual but the hint of bitterness was still there.

you felt him squeeze your hand when you chuckled at him. “of course, shin. i’ll make sure to tell them that. i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” you reassured.

-

you’ve heard kita sigh for the fifth time ever since he arrived at your house.

“shin? is something bothering you?”

“y/n. i know i may not be the most affectionate person but please do not hesitate to initiate affection for me.” you couldn’t help but smile at him. completely placing your phone down on your bed.

“of course, baby. do you have a particular reason that made you say that to me?” you asked, worried.

“you haven’t hugged me ever since i got here.” you almost could not hear him but his straightforward attitude never failed to amuse you and so you pulled him into a tight hug immediately.

-

“love?” you heard him utter once again and you finally snapped out of your trance. tears threatening to escape once again.

“please tell me what’s wrong.” he looked at you worriedly.

“i love you.” you smiled.

“i know. i love you more, y/n. but i am still concerned about you.”

“nothing’s wrong, shin. don’t worry. i was just thinking of how lucky i am to have you.” he chuckled at your statement.

“is that why you’re crying?” you nodded as a response, laughing awkwardly.

“well, i think that is an odd reason, y/n. however, i know that crying is not only caused when a person is sad. it can be caused my numerous reasons but i think i would rather see you smile.” he gently wiped the tears away with his handkerchief that you two bought together at a mall when you had your first date.

“you still have those?” you pointed at the piece of fabric and he nodded.

“of course i do. i keep everything that has anything to do with you— oh no, love, please stop crying.” he slightly panics.

[forsworned]

[♥] modernau!makeshift chiropractor {sanemi shinazugawa x gn!reader}

Genre: Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: F/M, M/M, Gender Neutral/M

Relationships: Sanemi Shinazugawa/Reader

Word count: 1,009

a/n: honestly im literally just writing at this point and my back and shoulders are killing me so i think this is like relatable?? literally idek enjoy i guess,,, requests are open

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Long shifts on duty had left Sanemi a rigid mess and [name] had noticed this since becoming a firefighter. He was laid up on the bed, his hand supporting his chin as he leafed through his favorite novel. [Name's] weight on the bed made him shift backwards and leaned against their form.

"Hey, whatcha doin'" They mused, as they felt around his shoulders and neck. Yup, he was super stiff indeed. Sanemi smiled through winces as they pressed into all the sore spots.

"Dying." He muttered. His heavy mass now splayed out on his lover's form and they giggled as they ran their hand through his silky silver locks. Sanemi relaxed as their fingers grazed across his scalp and he hummed in content.

"I can fix that for you."

His eyes darted to theirs, a mischievious grin tugged at his lips making [name] blush. "Not like that!"

They covered their cheeks as Sanemi chuckled with his hand behind his head. "Tell me then."

"I've been watching a lot of chiropractor and massuese videos." Sanemi's face dropped at their words and he began to get up to walk away but [name] hugged his torso from behind. He was not about to have them break his back or kill him by snapping his neck.

"You're going to kill me."

"Pleaseeeee." [Name] whined as they burrowed their face in the crook of his neck making the heat rise to his cheeks.  Most of Sanemi's weak spots lie in his neck, not that they were doing it intentionally. [Name] just really wanted to make him feel better and get him back into tip top shape.

"O-okay, just try not to snap my neck off." He stammered out. [Name] cheered in triumph as she got him situated.

"Ok, so sit straight and take a deep breath." Their touch made Sanemi melt as he did as they instructed. "Do you trust me?"

Their question made him a little uneasy. Not that he didn't trust [Name] but when they said things like that out of the blue it made his skin crawl.

"Don't ask me that when you're about to possibly get charged for manslaughter!"

[Name] puffed their cheeks out in frustration. Sanemi always got like this when they wanted to try something a little "experimental" because usually it would end in disaster. Kind of like the time when they tried to make a cake from scratch and nearly ended up burning their apartment down. So [name] didn't exactly have the best track record, but that didn't mean Sanemi should crucify them every time for it!

"Oh, hush. Now breathe in!"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. Relaxing his ass, nevertheless, he did as he was told and took a deep breath and in one swift motion [name] made Sanemi's neck crack in three different places. His breath hitched in amazement and he held his neck. He suddenly felt so much lighter than before.

"How do you feel?"

"How did you do that?" The smug look on [name's] face was evident, but Sanemi couldn't get over how magical his lover's hands really were. Maybe they were good at something after all. And [name] could see that was written all over his face.

"I know, I'm amazing, right?" Sanemi couldn't even disagree at this point. It was like [name] wasn't good at anything, but usually he could definitely count the amount of times they nearly killed him if he hadn't had cat like reflexes. He smiled warmly at them and reached out to their hands and put it on his back to gesture that he wanted more.

"Can you please massage my neck and shoulders. I feel stiff as hell."

[Name] nodded at him as they pulled at his white tee. "It'd be better if you took this off."

"I thought you would never ask." His smirk devilish and dashing as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed. [Name] rolled their eyes, but they couldn't help the blush forming on their cheeks as they eyed Sanemi's insane physique. Not like it was their first time ever seeing him shirtless, but it was always a sight to behold.

[Name] wordlessly made him turn around, so that his back was now face them and began to knead their fingers into his muscular shoulders. Sanemi couldn't hold back the groan that was bubbling in the back of his throat. [Name] didn't stop though, it only made them want to continue their ministrations to let him continue.

Another one erupted as they found a knot in the left side of his shoulder. "Fuck, yes, right there babe. That spot has been killing me all day."

[Name] gulped at his raspy voice as they sliently kept going over the same spot over and over again. It ellicited another guttural moan and it made [name] bite their as they worked their magic. Why did he have to make them all hot and bothered without even trying?

Sanemi seemed to really enjoy himself, but [name] suddenly halted their actions.

"Are your hands tired?" He half rotated his head to see a very flustered [Name] looming over him. A laugh fell out of his perfect lips. "Am I getting you riled up?"

[Name] huffed at his lewdness, but they were having none of it. His arms enveloped them into a tight embrace as they found themselves in his lap. His fingers caressing their cheek and then tracing his thumb over their bottom lip. A small soft kiss was all it took for [name] to sigh and lean into him. His smile broke their kiss and he planted a chaste one on their cheek before pulling away.

"Sorry, babe. I'm super tired right now. Rain check?" He teased as he laid back onto the mattress. The miserable look on [name's] face was enough to make Sanemi laugh and pull them to his chest.

"You're such a tease." [Name] Murmured against his chest as they traced patterns into his scarred skin. He kissed the top of their head before closing his heavy lids.

"It's what I'm best at."