#hiii ash hope it's okay using this because like. it's made me think of them since i read it. have not been able to budge it out of my head

[chronicowboy]

extract from a devastatingly beautiful poem by @diazass

[unknownperson246]

Okay, I have an story idea

Izzy just got back from tour and sees how mentally and psychically exhausted his girlfriend (the reader) is. He helps her with her mental health that has gotten so much worse while he was gone. The house isn’t clean, their bedroom is messy, there was no food in the fridge, she hadn’t showered or eaten in who knows how long. She’s just been in bed for the most part. He’s willing to help her though, he wants to help her get better and to see her happy again

Please n thaaanx!! If you can’t or don’t wanna do it don’t worry about it at all! 😁

Hiii I'm so so sorry it's late I was lazy and didn't want to write for a couple of days. Here it is and I hope you enjoy it also I tried to make it really wholesome. Not as wholesome as some gnr fics where they help the reader feel better tho ❤️

Touring

Words: 955

Warnings: *fluff* *taking care of reader* *angst* *depression*

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Izzy was coming home today. You and the house were a mess and you were so physically and mentally exhausted. No matter how hard you try to live your life nothing seems to be going right. Your boyfriend who you were waiting a long time for entered the house. He watched the cat run around excited that his other owner was here. The only thing you had the energy to do was feed your cat because you couldn't neglect your pet. Izzy watched you in bed as he came in. When he came into the house it was like a tornado passed through it. Izzy hadn't even been this messy with his living space on tour. He wasn't judging you. He was paper cups and plates everywhere on the kitchen island and the table. Pieces of rotting food were on the floor. You didn't have enough energy to throw anything away. He took all the disposable things and threw them away for you. He knew how bad things could get with him when he wasn't feeling well. He was glad to take care of you. He knew your mental health was bad but it had gotten worse while he was on tour. He went to the bedroom. He knew you were in there sulking and lying in your bed. When he entered the room there were a bunch of clothes and used cigarettes on the floor. He saw paper ashes everywhere. He saw the dresser and how unorganized things were there. Your makeup jewelry and clothes are scattered on the floor and the side table. The floor was covered in dust particles. Izzy noticed all of your clothes were used up and you just put on your last pair of clean shirt and shorts. Izzy also noticed you hadn't showered at all.

“Hey babe.” He said going to the bed you were on.

“Hi,” You said dryly.

“You okay?” He asked you.

“I think so,” You say turning away with a sad face.

“You look so sick. Have you been eating anything?” He asked you like he was an investigator.

“No,” You say quietly.

“Let me go grab you something to eat.” He said running down the stairs and going to the fridge. 

The doors swung open and the fridge was empty. The only food that was in there was the food Izzy bought before he left. He went back upstairs to the bedroom avoiding the mess on the floor by walking over to where there were any empty spots because he didn’t want to step on any of your things. He made his way to the bed.

“Babe you gotta eat something. The food that I brought before the tour was never touched. I’m going to go get fresh groceries and make you whatever you want.” He said.

“I’m not hungry,” You say followed by a sigh.

“I’m going to buy groceries anyway and if you change your mind just let me know” He smiles at you and walks out the door. 

He comes back with a handful of groceries and he puts them down and he goes to the room to check on you.

“How are you doing?” he asked you.

“I'm fine,” you say. 

Izzy goes to the bathroom and turns the shower on. 

“Hop in babe,” he says looking at you.

You get up and your hair is messy. You take your clothes off and get in the shower. 

“I'll be right back,” Izzy says.

He picks up all the dirty clothes and throws them into the laundry. He comes back with his clothes that are nice and fresh. His large T-shirt and a pair of shorts that also fit you. He put the clothes on top of a towel for you. He changes the bedsheets into clean and fresh ones. He puts the clothes on the bed and goes to the bathroom. He grabs your shampoo.

“Hey hon,” he says quickly as he opens the shower door. 

“Close your eyes,” he says.

You close your eyes as he pours the mint shampoo on your head. He starts using his hands to gently massage it onto your hair. Once all your hair was slathered with soft foam he got you to put body wash all over your body. He turned the water a bit down so it wouldn't wash off while you rubbed it all in your body. Once you were done the pressure of the water was higher and you felt your body get clean as soon as the water hit you. Izzy watched you use your hands to clean everything off. After 15 minutes in the shower, he handed you a towel and his clothes so you could get changed. 

“Thank you,” you say beaming at him.

“No problem, just come downstairs when you're done. Oh and uh I changed the bedsheets too and put all the clothes in the washing machine” he said looking back while he was halfway through the door frame. 

“Y/N all I want for you is to be happy again,” he says 

“You make me happy Iz,” you say to him as he walks out and makes you dinner. 

You could smell the food from all the way downstairs. You still don't have any of your appetite.  It takes you around 16 minutes to get ready and to go downstairs. You went downstairs and you forgot to dry your hair with the towel. 

“Izzy, I forgot my towel,” you say softly. 

Izzy abandoned the food on the pan for a minute and went to grab you another towel. He helped you wrap it around your head to get your hair to dry. You fell asleep on the couch halfway before dinner was made. 

[dyaz-stories]

WIP Wednesday — Gojo Satoru x Kagome Higurashi

Hiii everyone, I wanted to post this little snippet on here for this niche crossover pairing I've been thinking about so much recently. I have ideas for a fic for them that I really want to work on and publish eventually, but in the meantime, here is a little part that I've written. I don't know if anyone who reads me will be in both fandoms and/or be interested but if you are PLEASE come scream about it with me, you'd be so so welcome to do so! Hope you'll enjoy!

“Gojo!”

Kagome sprints down the crater left by the collision. The dust hasn’t settled yet. She cannot hear anything but the sound of her own heart over the ringing left by the explosion, and her eyes cannot pick up anything through the thick veil of dirt and ashes.

She has no way of knowing what she will find down there, no way of knowing if Gojo is alive or if she will have to finish the enemy he could not take on, alone. She already has an arrow at the ready, fingers tight around the string of her bow. Her spiritual energy, which she’s so dutifully repressed for years, is pulsating under her skin, keeping up with her swirling emotions.

He’d said he was the strongest. He’d said it, and repeated it, and everyone around him had acted like it was obvious, and she’d believed them — but she barely knew him, and he barely knew her world. He was an exorcist, and these weren’t curses. Yokai, corrupt monks, dark priestesses… He could as easily not have made it.

But when she reaches the bottom of the crater, as the dust is starting to settle, she meets piercing blue eyes.

“Not bad, huh?” Satoru Gojo asks her. He’s grinning wildly, panting, sweat running down his neck.

He’s alive.

Relief washes over Kagome instantly, and she puts down her bow, letting the spiritual energy flow back in. She feels it protest, knows it wants out, wants her to stop constricting it. She still forces it back in.

“You’re okay,” she whispers.

His grin widens even more as he walks up to her. His tongue sticks out cockily between his teeth as he speaks.

“’course I’m okay. You didn’t think I was going to let that little thing beat me, huh?”

He’s towering over her, basking in the glory of his victory. His white hair frame his face, a glowing halo. He looks like an angel. He looks like a god.

Kagome feels the relief switch to fear, one that fills her veins and makes her head buzz. Half of it is canalized into anger right away, because that’s just how she’s wired,  but she knows. Deep down, she’s terrified.

“You cannot do things like that,” she says slowly, taking the time to articulate so she doesn’t lose it. “You don’t know enough about the yokai, or the wielders of spiritual energy. You don’t know what we can do.”

“Neither do you,” he answers casually, leaning his shoulders back. “There’s nothing you can throw at me that I wouldn’t be able to take.”

The worst part is, she doesn’t even believe that that is untrue. He probably could. If he had any idea of what might be coming his way, which he clearly, emphatically, doesn’t.

“You don’t understand,” she says. “I told you before. Spiritual energy— it can dispel cursed energy. Whether it’s curses, or any spell.”

He tilts his head, studying her. His eyes are shining.

“Just like that?” he asks. His tone is mocking, and she can tell he doesn’t believe her one bit. She gets it. He’s never seen it happen. This is a world he never even knew existed, and he’s used to nothing being able to hide from him. But she has to, she needs to make him believe her.

So she reaches out. His Infinity is always a light glow around him, one that she knows others cannot see, so she knows it’s activated. She lets her fingers get in contact with it, slowly. It stretches like a glove at first, before the spiritual energy that irrigates her entire body whether she wants it or not sets to purifying it. It doesn’t pop like a bubble, though she suspects she could do that, if she chose to, just letting her index finger through, then her entire hand, then her wrist. Finally, she places her hand on Gojo’s heaving chest, all while he’s staring at her, mouth slightly agape now.

“Any spell,” she repeats.

For context:

This takes place post high school arc for Satoru but pre-Yuta. Satoru is around 24 I want to say? Maybe a little younger. I haven't decided yet if he's already a teacher at Jujutsu High but I'm leaning towards no.

Kagome is the same age, living in the modern era for reasons that will be explored later on. The well is closed. I'm leaning towards InuKag having always been platonic in this universe, but with a very very strong bond nonetheless (obviously)

[ptergwen]

hi val, how are you? hope you're doing fine!

can i put in a request of arvin x reader? so the reader is arvin's neighbour and they're good friends with each other. the reader often catches arvin staring at her a little bit too long and whenever she asks him about it he just says it's nothing, but one day when she asks again he's like "oh fuck it" and then goes on a long confession?

eyes on me

w/c: a flirty 1.0k

a/n: hiii i’m okay thanks <3 hope ya like

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you’ve known arvin since you were kids, but you didn’t become close until high school. you really knew of him before that. he was the not so stereotypical boy next door. he’d keep to himself most days, except in church, where he’d scoff and get scoldings from his grandma for comments made under his breath. you’d actually giggled on one of these occasions.

arvin, who had been observant of just about everything from a young age, of course noticed that. he did something he rarely ever does and went up to you after the service.

“i make you laugh in there?” he’d asked, a hand in his pocket and his eyes scanning your face over. “yeah. you’re funny.” your dress swished around in the warm wind as you smiled at him. a playful smile, one that prompted a smirk from arvin. “got more jokes ‘f you ever wanna hear ‘em,” he offered you. you took him up on that.

being around arvin is easy. you’ll walk around your neighborhood and talk about anything you want, go for a drive to get some food, find a place to smoke. arvin doesn’t expect things from you that the rest of the world does. he doesn’t care if you cuss, if your skirt is ripped up or a smile isn’t painted on your face at all times.

he simply likes you, for all your quirks. they might be what he likes most about you. you feel the same way about him. he isn’t another well behaved boy with no personality. sure, he has manners, but only when he needs to. he’s more about pissing people off and speaking his mind, and you love it.

you can never tell exactly what’s on arvin’s mind, though. when he looks you up and down, his eyes always on you before you meet them, sends you short nods across the halls at school. you’ll joke that he’s checking up on you quite a lot, and he replies with something like, “you got a nice face. deserves to be looked at.” you end up too flustered to say anything back.

you’re keeping arvin company while he smokes on the bleachers one day. it’s when you decide to ask him what the staring is really about. he covers the flame while he lights his cigarette, eyebrows furrowed as he does. once it’s lit, he takes a long inhale, letting it out while he leans back on the cold metal bench.

“you’re gonna fall if you go back any further,” you comment on the way he’s sitting. he’s hanging off the edge. although, he’s so reckless at times that he probably doesn’t care. “don’t worry ‘bout it, y/n/n.” arvin rests on his arm, holding his cigarette out to you. “here,” he offers you a drag. you take it with a roll of your eyes.

you only ever smoke around arvin because you’re technically not supposed to. it isn’t ‘ladylike’. again, arvin couldn’t give a fuck if it was.

he watches you bring the cigarette to your lips, between your middle and index finger as you squint up at the sunny sky. a grin sets on his face, a big one. you look so beautiful like this, completely yourself and enjoying it, and arvin gets to see. you’re about the only person who can turn him into a sap.

feeling a familiar gaze on you, you glance back down at arvin. you blow the smoke out of your mouth and hand him the cigarette. he bites down on the end of it while he swings a leg over the bleacher so he can face you. he grabs it with his index finger. you’re giving him a weird look when he’s done doing all that.

“you were starin’ at me again, arv,” you tell him, followed by a laugh. “i don’t stare at you,” he says rather defensively through his teeth. this prompts you to sigh. “fine, you were lookin’ at me. you do it all the time,” you rephrase yourself, arvin waving out the cigarette, his eyes fixed on it instead of you for once. he taps out the ashes and sets it down on his other side.

you scoot closer to him before murmuring, “why do you do it?” arvin lets out a breath. “the real reason,” you add so he doesn’t give you the same thing he always does. he answers so quietly you almost don’t understand him. it’s like he’s scared to say it, which you’ve never seen before. “because i like you.”

arvin gains some confidence back after those four words leave his mouth. he looks up at you again, shrugging a shoulder. “have for a while now. shit, since the day i moved next door. you were always so nice to me.” your doe eyes lock with his as he cups your jaw. “feel like you get me real well, you know? you see me.” he uses his hand to tilt your head towards him.

“arvin, that’s what i think about you.” you put your hand over his with a small smile. “i like you, too. all of you.” arvin chuckles and rubs his fingertips across your jawline, then he goes to close the space between you two. his lips brush yours before you duck out of the way. clicking your tongue, you thread your fingers through his. “cigarette breath.”

“you got it, too,” arvin challenges you, licking his lips that are really starting to tempt you. he raises a good point. “alright. c’mere,” you giggle, jokingly puckering your lips for him. arvin isn’t playing games. he wastes no time coming in closer and kissing you properly, his free hand settling on your thigh as he keeps the kiss soft.

you hum into his mouth at the sudden contact. his fingers toy with the end of your skirt, but don’t go under it, even though you wish they would. arvin can tell from the way you push forward against him. he smirks into the kiss, hand sliding up to your hip and rubbing circles around it.

that shuts you right up.