#black dinnerware

[harperandhudson]

[kafkasapartment]

Composition, 1930s-1940s. LUO Bonian. Gelatin silver.

[texaschainsawmascara]

Dig Your Grave picnic baskets

[revivify-inn]

Hoping this is enough of a "not dinnerware safe" symbol.

of course I will verbally communicate that at the sales and fairs and add the detail online if I list it but this way it is PERMANENT and the owner doesn't have to rely on just memory

[gender-darling]

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[anmolsmsblog]

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[jacottaceramics]

Classic black and white.

[amiableness]

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1486 words

series masterlist ; main masterlist

You promised the girls just one blind date—nothing more, nothing less. At the time, it seemed like a harmless favor. But now, sitting across from your date in a dimly lit restaurant, the air thick with the aroma of their signature dish, the indistinguishable chatter of nearby diners, and the clatter of dinnerware, you’re starting to question that decision.

Connor shrugs, slicing into his steak with casual ease. “I didn’t do too much today. Babysat my nephew since my brother begged me,” he says, his tone indifferent. “But honestly, I hate babysitting his kid.”

“You don’t like kids?” You ask, doing your best to keep your voice neutral. You gingerly push your fork through another piece of pasta, trying to maintain an air of indifference.

He looks up at you, his dark curls nearly black and bouncing with the movement. “Hate ’em,” he says without hesitation.

You can’t help but notice how much he resembles an off-brand version of James, and it frustrates you. His familiar features keep pulling your thoughts back to your best friend instead of your date. At least, that’s the excuse you’ve been clinging to for the past hour.

“Oh.” You say softly, placing the food on your tongue and chewing slowly as you stare down at your plate.

“Do you have a kid or something?” You look up, a pause in your chewing as you find Conner holding his glass and watching you closely like he’s hoping you’ll say no.

Your first instinct is to say yes, and you nearly cringe when you realize your mistake.

You finish chewing and swallow hard. “Uh, no,” you say, shaking your head as you reach for your wine to wash down your feelings. “But my best friend does. Single parent.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to add that last part.

Connor leans back in his chair, nodding slowly. “Well, good for her,” he says. He isn’t sure why you’re telling him this, and frankly, he doesn’t care.

You sit up straighter. “Him,” you correct. Connor raises an eyebrow and not much later, he calls for the check.

James is surprised when he sees your call. He knows you’re supposed to be on a date—Lily mentioned it—and he’s been stress-cleaning his house ever since. Halfway through he gave up and turned a movie on instead.

“Darling?” He answers, “Is everything alright?”

“It could be better,” you say with a laugh that falls short of genuine humor. “I’m not too far from your place. Could I come over? I’m just at the Windmere.”

“Yeah. Let me—” There’s shuffling on the line as James grabs his jacket. “—I’ll meet you.”

You huff, “No. You’ve got Henry asleep upstairs.”

“It’s five minutes.” James protests, heading to the kitchen to grab the baby monitor off the counter.

“Exactly, Jamie. I’ll be there soon. I love you.” You hang up before he can respond, leaving him thoroughly disappointed. He appreciates every chance to tell you he loves you, even if it’s just as friends.

It takes you less than five minutes to get to his house, and James flings open the door before you can even knock, making you giggle.

“You worry so much about me, Potter.” You say with a teasing smile as you push past him and kick off your heels, the click of the shoes hitting the floor echoing in the entryway.

James stands by the door, his gaze following you with a mixture of concern and affection. “Of course I do. How could I not?” He replies, his voice earnest and warm.

You shrug off your jacket, and James’s gaze quickly settles on your tight black dress. The silky fabric clings to your figure and moves fluidly as you shift. James feels like he’s going to pass out from the sight—you look incredible, and he’s painfully aware that you’ve dressed up for another man.

He swallows hard, attempting to keep his voice steady. “So, how was the date?” He finally asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might say next.

You feel a warmth rise to your cheeks, the slight embarrassment making you smile softly. “What gave it away—the dress or the girls?” you ask, your fingers lightly brushing the fabric of your dress as if to acknowledge it.

“The girls,” he admits, a small chuckle escaping him as he glances over at the baby monitor to check on his son. “But the dress would’ve been a dead giveaway if they hadn’t.”

You laugh, the sound light and teasing as you catch his gaze. “They’re awful at keeping secrets, aren’t they?”

“Was your date supposed to be a secret from me?” He asks, making his way to the couch with a curious look. The cushions sink slightly as he sits down, and you follow suit, settling in beside him.

“No, it wasn’t,” you say, surprised, turning to face James with wide, sincere eyes. “But I wasn’t exactly excited about it, either.”

He leans back, eyebrows furrowed, “Why not?”

You take a deep breath, your fingers nervously tracing the hem of your skirt. “I don’t know,” you admit, voice softening as you look away. “I’ve never been on a blind date before, so I didn’t want to get my hopes up. And I guess... I’m glad I didn’t, in the end.”

James watches you closely, his eyes filled with curiosity. He’s trying not to appear too eager to learn about this date of yours. “Why’s that? Didn’t go well?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you quickly blink them away, hoping James doesn’t notice. But he does. “I just... I don’t know how to find someone,” you admit, your voice shaking slightly. “And it’s so discouraging that my friends set me up with a guy who’s completely wrong for me—well, except for his looks.”

James opens his mouth to ask what the guy looked like but holds back, sensing that this isn’t the moment.

“What does that say about my dating life?” You continue, a tear slipping down your cheek. “If my best friends don’t even know what I like in a guy?” You sniffle, your fingers brushing absentmindedly over your lips as you stare down at Henry’s toys scattered across the floor.. “I think I need to put myself out there more. Go on as many dates as possible. I need to meet someone.”

James feels like he’s going to be sick. He’s floundering for a way to tell you that, no, you absolutely shouldn’t. But how can he say that?

He hesitates, searching for the right words. “Is there a rush? To find someone, I mean.”

You shrug, your gaze still fixed on the floor. “I know we’re both young, but I feel like if I don’t find someone now, it’ll only get harder down the line.”

“Oh.” He responds softly, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

A heavy silence settles between you, both lost in your thoughts, until you break it with a shaky voice. “Is there something wrong with me?”

James snaps his head up, startled. “What? No! Why would you even think that?” He asks, incredulous, his tone laced with concern.

“I’ve been asked out three times in my life,” you say quietly, your voice trembling. “And two of those were back in school. Is there something wrong with me?” Finally, you turn to look at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears clinging to your lashes.

“Darling, no,” James insists, his voice filled with genuine concern as he scoots closer to you on the couch. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace. “You’re perfect.”

You sniffle, managing a small, sad smile. “Don’t lie to me, Jamie,” you say, trying to keep it light, but he can hear the trace of hurt beneath your words.

“I would never,” he murmurs, placing a tender kiss on your head as you settle back into his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothes you. “You’re everything anyone could ever want—an absolute dream girl.”

“Stop it.” You whisper half-heartedly, though a part of you wants to believe him.

“I’m serious,” he insists, his voice firm yet gentle. “Whoever you end up with will be incredibly lucky.”

A comfortable silence falls between you, the room filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing.

“I’ll help you look for dates, if you want.” He offers suddenly, the words slipping out before he can stop them. Regret washes over him immediately; he wishes he could take them back. The mere thought of you on a date with another guy twists his stomach into knots, but actually helping you choose someone else? Brutal.

You tilt your head to press a kiss gently to his jaw. Your voice is a soft whisper, filled with gratitude, “Thank you, Jamie.”

He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this.

[harperandhudson]

[kashaaa-domov]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Rose

beautiful words with "rose" to try to include in your poem/story

Agarose - a polysaccharide obtained from agar and used especially as a supporting medium in gel electrophoresis

Gyrose - marked with wavy lines; undulate

Morose - having a sullen and gloomy disposition

Primrose - any of a genus (Primula) of perennial herbs with large tufted basal leaves and showy variously colored flowers

Roseal - (archaic): resembling or suggesting a rose

Roseate - resembling a rose especially in color; overly optimistic; viewed favorably

Rosebay - rhododendron; fireweed

Rosebush - a shrub that produces roses

Rosedust - a grayish red to reddish brown

Rosefish - redfish (i.e., any of various reddish fishes)

Rosemaling - painted or sometimes carved decoration (as on furniture, walls, or wooden dinnerware) in Scandinavian peasant style that consists especially of floral designs and inscriptions

Rosemary - a fragrant shrubby Mediterranean mint (Salvia rosmarinus synonym Rosmarinus officinalis) having grayish-green needlelike leaves used as a seasoning

Roseola - a rose-colored eruption in spots or a disease marked by such an eruption

Roseroot - a perennial fleshy herb (Sedum rosea) whose roots have the odor of roses; also called rosewort

Roset - resin

Rosetan - pearl blush (i.e., a brownish pink to light grayish brown)

Rosette - a disk of foliage or a floral design usually in relief used as a decorative motif

Rosewater - affectedly nice or delicate; a watery solution of the odoriferous constituents of the rose used as a perfume or a flavoring

Rosewood - any of various tropical trees (especially genus Dalbergia) yielding valuable cabinet woods of a usually dark red or purplish color streaked and variegated with black

Siderose - full of or like iron

If any of these words inspire your writing, do tag me or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

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[simplyraeblue]

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warnings/tags: no smut this time, swearing, angst, not really any warnings but prepare yourself y'all A/N: not gonna lie, as I started this I was thinking it was gonna be so good but then i edited it and now I hate it but don't have the energy to fix it ദ്ദി(ó﹏ò｡) I promise the last part is gonna be better than this

index part thirteen | part fifteen

part fourteen word count : 3,531

with how great things were going, you’d begun to regret signing the lease on your new apartment. Sukuna had been… tolerable, and your relationship with Choso was progressing to a comfortability you’d greatly miss. while watching Yuji and Megumi make out on movie nights wasn’t your favorite thing ever, you knew you wouldn’t ever escape from that even if you did move out.

considering you’d signed your lease just yesterday, you figured tonight would be the night to break the news to Choso. of course, you’d already let it slip to Yuji pretty soon after you’d found the right apartment but he’d sworn himself to secrecy – after beginning on his knees for you to stay. you’d thought of the perfect plan: ply Choso with a homecooked meal, wine, and a new lingerie set you’d splurged on to soften the blow. 

you had been worried all day about how he’d take the news – would he be supportive or be distraught? hopefully the former. if Choso had begged as Yuji had, you knew you’d end up staying for him, even if you had to gain some sort of independence. 

so here you were, wrapping up the hefty dinner you’d cooked for your boyfriend with time to spare so you could change and get ready for his arrival. you’d instructed Yuji to take him on some “errands” just so you could get everything set up and surprise him. the dining table, now set with dinnerware and already filled glasses of wine, looked cozy as you lit the candles adorning the top of it. hell, you’d even found a jazz lofi playlist to have in the background. 

as you primped your hair and makeup a little bit, you eyed the lacy black teddy laying on your bedspread. while black wasn’t necessarily Choso’s favorite color, he sure did wear a lot of it so you hoped he liked your choice. you gently slipped it on and adjusted your breasts to make them stand out a little more – of course, as a distraction for Choso. 

throwing on a loose and flowy dress over it to cover up for now, you opened your bedroom door to go wait for Choso and stopped in your tracks.

“put that wine down, it’s not for you!” you shouted as you stomped over to the dining table – Sukuna froze with the glass halfway to his lips as he heard your voice. he was still stunned as you snatched it from his hand before setting it gently back in its place. “you’re not supposed to be here, I thought you had plans?”

“I did, canceled ‘em because I didn’t want to go anymore.” Sukuna shrugged, but his face still showed a hint of confusion. “what’s all this for?”

you fiddled with your fingers as he stared at you – this wouldn’t do. no one was supposed to be home tonight, leaving the house to you and Choso to have alone time. Yuji hadn’t argued when you suggested he stayed at Megumi’s, and you’d thought Sukuna would already be half drunk with his friends by now. 

“you need to find somewhere else to be.” you stated as you crossed your arms, hoping he didn’t ask any more questions. 

“this a date or somethin’?” Sukuna asked as he raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. “any special occasion?”

“not a special occasion, just wanted to do something nice for Choso.” you briefly answered before grabbing his shoulders and pushing him backward towards the door. Sukuna didn’t fight with you as he started stepping back, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “as I said, you need to go. I can’t have you here when he comes back.”

“why? because it’ll be too awkward?” he shot back, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“there’s no reason for it to be awkward.” you replied, crossing your arms as if to emphasize your point.

“but you’d be surrounded by two people in love with you.” Sukuna countered, his words hanging heavy in the air. 

your footsteps stilled, the impact of his statement sinking in. Sukuna’s gaze sharpened at your hesitation, and he leaned in slightly, a softer expression replacing his earlier playfulness. 

“don’t… don’t say things like that.” you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks. what was he talking about? he didn’t love you; you had spent so long convincing yourself of that just to cope. “you can’t possibly mean that.”

Sukuna tilted his head, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. “why not? what if I do?”

your heart raced, and you struggled to find your voice. “because it’s… it’s not possible. you can’t just throw around words like that.”

he stepped closer, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something more serious. “listen… I know what I did. and I’m truly sorry. you deserve a far longer apology than this, but I need you to know that I am sorry. I’ve put in the work, I’ve been going to therapy and figuring shit out – and one of the many things I learned is that I do love you.”

his words hung in the air, and a storm of emotions swirled within you. this was the worst possible time for this. Sukuna should have apologized long ago, not on this particular night when you’re waiting for Choso to come home.

oh shit, Choso. you quickly glance away at the clock – he’s going to walk through the door any second now. 

“Choso will be here soon.” your voice cracked as you tried to reign in your emotions. if Sukuna truly wanted to apologize, he could have picked a better time to do it. “please, if you really feel bad about the past, then respect my wishes and just go.”

“look, I know it’s complicated but-“

“no, it’s not complicated; it’s not fair.” you snapped, harsher than you had intended. Sukuna stepped back, as if you’d physically pushed him, and stared at you in shock. “you should have apologized ages ago, you should have figured your shit out before you hurt me. I mean, physically and mentally hurt me, Sukuna.”

“I know, I know, and I want to give you a better apology but-“ Sukuna started again, only to pause when you raised your hand to stop him. 

the sound of keys in the door made your heart sink to your stomach. Sukuna picked up on it too after you’d stopped him from rambling, and he steeled himself for who was going to walk through the door.

when the door swung open, Choso stepped inside with a bright smile that faltered as he noticed you two. “um, what’s going on?” his smile dropped completely as he scanned the room and noted the romantic setting.

“it’s not what it looks like.” Sukuna told him, crossing his arms over his chest as you sent a glare his way. like that didn’t sound incriminating.

“I was trying to surprise you, but Sukuna was just leaving.” you explained as you gave Sukuna a light shove toward the door. you silently wished he’d drop everything and just leave your conversation behind.

to your surprise, it was Choso who wasn’t ready to let it go. he immediately came to your side with a gentle hand and cupped your cheek. “are you okay?” he asked softly, concern etched across his features.

Sukuna tutted, he rolled his eyes. “why wouldn’t she be?” 

“because we both know you and how you act.” Choso snapped, his protective instinct kicking in.

“I was just apologizing to her for-“

you quickly raised your hands up to stop Sukuna from continuing, heart racing at the thought of him exposing everything right here. “just apologizing for interrupting, right?”

Sukuna gave you a quizzical look, confusion flickering in his eyes before he shook his head. “you can drop the act if you’re doing it for my sake. it’s not like he doesn’t already know what happened.”

what?

you felt your heart sink at Sukuna’s words, panic surging through you. “what do you mean he already knows?” you demanded, shooting a nervous glance at Choso. his expression shifted to one of guilt, eyes wide and mouth agape as he met your gaze. “what does he mean, Choso?”

“wait, he never told you?” Sukuna asked, a low chuckle escaping him. when you shot him an icy glare, he gulped and offered a sympathetic smile. “Choso knows about what happened. he heard you yelling at me in the kitchen one night, and even gave me the death glare when I caught him standing at the top of the steps afterward.”

Choso… he knew? all this time? that argument felt like it had happened ages ago, a memory already blurred in your mind. you turned back to Choso, unable to hold back the tears welling in your eyes. “you… did you really know? for that long and you never thought to say anything?”

“yes.” Choso’s answer was short and direct, but his lips parted as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words. silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

“why didn’t you say anything?” you pressed, your voice trembling. 

Choso’s gaze dropped to the floor, a flicker of regret passing over his features. “I didn’t… I didn’t want it to change things between us. you were opening up to me, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“opening up intimately?” Sukuna questioned, and you whipped around to face him.

“stay out of this.” you snapped, but Choso was already taking steps forward toward him. 

“you shut your mouth.” Choso growled as he pointed a finger at Sukuna. Sukuna only rolled his eyes in response, but when he glanced at you and took in your distraught state, his expression hardened.

“listen, what happened in the past was a mistake, on my part.” Sukuna started, his voice tense as Choso glared at him and you looked away. “and I’m truly sorry. I’ll spend every day apologizing if I need to – but if you want to be angry about it, take it out on me. don’t do this in front of her.”

Choso chuckled darkly, his finger pressed against Sukuna’s chest now. “like you’re one to act high and mighty. I should have kicked your ass the moment I found out it was you who hurt her like that.”

you were frozen, mentally and physically, as your gaze focused on the floor. this was exactly what you’d wanted to avoid from the beginning. did Yuji know? or the others? had Sukuna and Choso talked about it? there were too many questions swirling in your mind for you to even begin comprehending. 

“and you can still kick my ass if you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love her.”

“no you don’t, you can go to all the therapy you want but it doesn’t change who you are.”

“I’m working on it, give me a fucking break.”

you’d had enough. the night was beyond ruined, your makeup now smeared down your face as the two of them argued as if you weren’t there. this wasn’t healthy, and guilt gnawed at you. you shouldn’t have gotten involved with Sukuna, and you shouldn’t have fallen for Choso… all of this was your fault. 

“I’m moving out.” your soft confession cut through the tension, making both Choso and Sukuna turn to you with wide eyes.

“what?” Sukuna asked, his voice low, but before he could think to move towards you Choso was already at your side

Choso’s expression softened, a stark contrast to the anger he’d had on display. “you don’t have to do that, angel. we can figure it out.”

you looked up at him, your heart aching. you wanted desperately for things to be okay or to start all over – but you couldn’t. you’d ruined things. sure, Sukuna had hurt you and Choso had hidden his knowledge of what happened, but it was you who caused all of it. 

“I signed the lease yesterday. it’s done.” you confessed as Choso’s eyebrows furrowed, sadness washing over his face. “I thought… I thought it was for the best, but now I know it is. I can’t be the reason this house falls apart. if not for your sake, then Yuji’s. he needs his brothers.”

“I’ll go.” Sukuna’s voice broke the tense silence, drawing your gaze away from Choso and towards him. “this is my fault; I should be the one to move out.”

“yeah, maybe you should since-“

“enough.” you bit out to interrupt Choso, who now looked hurt. “enough fighting, enough tiptoeing around it, enough of this.” you gestured between the two of them. “I should have never gotten involved. Yuji is my best friend; I won’t tear his family apart.”

Sukuna fell silent while Choso reached for your hands, enclosing them in his. “if you hadn’t gotten involved, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” tears shimmered in his eyes as he looked deeply into yours, and your heart felt like it was fracturing like glass.

“I do love you. but… I can’t do this.” 

and at that moment, the last piece of your heart shattered. 

the silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Choso’s grip on your hands tightened, his expression a mix of anguish and disbelief. “please don’t say that.” he whispered, his voice cracking. “we can work through this together. we love each other.”

you shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. “love isn’t enough right now. there’s too much pain, too many complications. I can’t be the cause of any more hurt, not to you or to Yuji.”

Sukuna shifted, his expression unreadable. “you think leaving will solve everything? running away won’t make the problems disappear.”

“it’s not about running away.” you replied, your voice trembling. you looked away from Choso to Sukuna, stunned to see his eyes glossy as he stared intensely at you. “I need to step back and let you both figure this out without me in the way.”

Choso’s face fell, and he looked like a lost puppy. “I can’t imagine my life without you.” he said softly. “you mean everything to me.”

your heart ached at his words. “I know, and it kills me to say this. but staying would only hurt everyone in the end.”

with a heavy heart, you stepped back towards the door, creating distance between the three of you. “I need to go. I’m going to go over to Megumi’s for now, and meet up with Yuji.”

as you turned to leave, Choso reached out, desperation in his voice. “wait! just give me a chance to fix this.”

you glanced up at Sukuna, who only gave you a small supportive nod, before looking back to Choso to see the pain etched on his face. “you deserve happiness, Choso. and I hope you find it… with or without me.”

with that, you walked out, your heart in pieces. you breathed in the cold air to steel yourself before starting to the journey to Megumi’s. you knew it was going to be a long night, debriefing your best friend and crying yourself to sleep, but it had to be the for the best. 

right?

you had done something stupid; you told yourself that over and over as you walked down the street. sure, Choso and Sukuna didn’t have a brotherly bond, different parents and whatnot, but because of Yuji, they were brothers. and then you came in. 

first, you thought Sukuna actually liked you, and then that got fucked up. then, you go and fall for Choso, the other brother. and of course, somehow that got fucked up as well. maybe that one wasn’t anyone’s fault, but you couldn’t stick around to see how you’d mess it up further. he deserved better than that. hell, you’d even say Sukuna deserves someone right for him.

and what was it with Sukuna dropping a love bomb? surely, he just didn’t know what love truly was; he didn’t love you. how could he? when he’d hurt you as much as he did, whether he realized it or not. 

but Choso loved you. and you really did love him. had you ever gotten to actually say it? the words “I love you”? did he know how much it was truly breaking your heart to walk away?

you hadn’t realized you were crying silently until you saw Megumi’s face when his front door swung open. soft, sympathetic eyes, the same ones you’d already seen from two others today. it made you sick; you didn’t deserve it.

“I – hic – where’s Yuji?” you hiccupped as you asked, and immediately Megumi called out behind him before letting you step into the apartment.

Yuji came almost running around the corner, phone pressed to his ear, and he looked almost relieved to see you. almost. “yeah, she just got here safely. of course I’m gonna take care of her. okay, I’m hanging up now.” Yuji ended whatever call he had been on before rushing over and enveloping you in a hug. “what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?”

“he loved me.” you whispered through sniffles, clutching the fabric of Yuji’s sweatshirt between your fists. Yuji shushed you as he motioned towards Megumi to come and join the hug as well. while Megumi wasn’t big on physical contact – with anyone but Yuji – he didn’t hesitate and you soon were wrapped up by both of them.

“should I call Nobara?” Megumi questioned in a hushed voice. you shook your head in answer, even though you knew he was talking to Yuji.

“don’t wanna bother her.” you told him, but Yuji sighed. you knew what he was going to say next, so you continued ahead of him. “fine, call her. I know you’re going to do it anyway.”

after Megumi disappeared to make the call, Yuji pulled away to hold onto your shoulders and look at you. “what happened? talk to me.” he urged as you wiped away the tears and snot smeared on your face.

“I really fucked up, Yuji.” you cried. “he loved me, and I messed up your family, and I should have never thought I could be happy because look what I did.”

Yuji fiercely shook his head at you, lips set in a firm frown. “you didn’t mess up my family. you do deserve happiness, haven’t I always told you that. besides, Sukuna was wrong to tell you he loved you but he-“

“wait, Sukuna?” you cut him off, brows furrowed in confusion. “how did you know?”

“Sukuna was the one who called me, and told me to make sure you were safe. I thought you would’ve known that?” Yuji raised an eyebrow, as confused as you were now. you were stunned – what exactly did Yuji know? “he told me what he said, and what happened between you and Choso because of it.”

you couldn’t find the words you wanted to say – that you weren’t upset about Sukuna. truthfully, it was the least of your concerns. you had been referring to Choso the entire time. but Sukuna had called Yuji? 

“I think you should sit down before we continue this conversation.” you muttered as you averted your gaze, silently prepping yourself to tell your best friend everything that had happened from the moment you first stepped into his house. 

needless to say, it was a long night as you gave Yuji and Megumi a recap of everything – including what happened with Sukuna. even all the brotherly love in the world couldn't stop the sound of Yuji yelling at Sukuna on the phone in the other room. even Megumi had been clenching and unclenching his fists on the couch next to you as you both listened in on the conversation. 

when Yuji had felt somewhat satisfied, he’d returned to your side, and promptly pulled you into an embrace before murmuring apologies like water rushing from a dam. in the end, you were consoling him, both of you becoming puddles of tears together while Megumi bore witness. 

and at the end of it all, you’d heard the words “it’s not your fault” enough to last you a lifetime. but, no matter how many times Yuji said the words, they never stuck with you. because losing Choso was your fault.

it was all that mattered to you now. the mental image of Choso’s heartbroken expression flashing through your mind all night, even as you tried to fall asleep with tears still in your eyes.

you had to let it go, eventually. if you had just fallen for him first, none of this would have happened – but it did. it had all happened, and the past was still there, sitting in that house and soaked into the walls. and it would follow you, even if you had gone back when your feet wanted to carry you there. 

you’d move forward, try to move on – it was all you could do to try and give Choso better. and maybe, only in your dreams, you’d find each other again eventually. 

that dream was the only reason you fell asleep that night, looking forward to meeting him again as you closed your eyes. 

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[moodywyrm]

mdni.

thinking about apartment neighbor! abby. you're both young, barely out of or just finishing up bachelors degrees, maybe starting grad school. living on the fourth floor of a somewhat crappy apartment building, but figuring it out nonetheless. Abby, in apt. 4C, only vaguely (incredibly) in love with her neighbor in apt. 4D.

when abby first moved in – finally living on her own after sharing an apartment with her bestfriend, Manny, for all of undergrad – she was stunned to find the sweet bookseller from her favorite bookstore entering the apartment next to her's. y'all had already struck up an easy friendship, born from Abby's frequent trips to the bookstore.

it's a good set up, for both of you. y'all have dinner together at least once a week, usually over takeout and shitty TLC shows. You see each other in the mornings too, usually for coffee or toast or whatever pastries you've baked for breakfast. Abby doesn't know this, but at some point you started baking her favorites (pastries filled with guayaba y queso), purely so she could start her day off with a win.

Once, Abby came over with her hair loose around her shoulders, hair tie and brush in hand, tears brimming in her eyes because, for the first time in years, she couldn't braid it herself. She'd injured herself while helping out some of the kids at the rec center she volunteers at, and ended up with a pinched nerve that made it damn near impossible to lift her shoulder. It had been fine the night before, but the ache had become borderline unbearable by the time she woke up.

You sat her down at your kitchen table, easing the brush through her soft tresses, being so soft and gentle with her that she almost cried out of gratitude. Abby swore she almost started purring when you ran your fingers through her hair, sectioning it and weaving together the three chunks of hair, taking care not to pull at them.

it's so sweet, and kind, and Abby swore she wasn't in love with you but now she's reconsidering everything she's ever known. Especially when you tell her to rest for the day, letting her stay in your apartment with your fluffy black ragdoll cat, Selby, while you work your shift at the bookstore.

She spends the day reading the copy of Small Things Like These she found on your shelf, drinking the sweet tea you left her. Selby trails her around the apartment as she takes in every detail of your living room. The patchwork quilt draped over the armchair in the corner, a half-read copy of Good Omens sitting on top of it. The mismatch dinnerware sitting in a collapsible drying rack on your kitchen counter. The handmade red scarf hanging in your entry way, the fuzzy animal slippers underneath it. It's all very sweet, very you, and Abby gets the feeling she could get used to this. This sitting, waiting for you, wanting you to have someone (her) to come home to.

I dont have more coherent thoughts but uhhhhh??? tentatively back?????

[lavendermunson]

mistletoe - steve harrington

day 13 of leia’s christmas tree farm

cw FLUFF. mentions of steve’s mental health. henderson!reader. preestablished relationship

Steve isn’t a pretty big fan of the holidays because he doesn’t spend the night like the others. His mom pays someone to make dinner for her, she gets them out of the plastic containers and places them in expensive personalized dinnerware. His dad buys expensive whiskey and finishes the bottle in a couple of minutes along his friends.

He has grown to believe Christmas is just a holiday about showing off. Giving expensive gifts and seeing people use them for three days just to bury them at the bottom of their dressers.

That’s something his parents always did, brag about money and big houses instead of having a good time. He thought he deserved this, a life so soulless and unkind.

When he met Dustin, your mom, and you his whole world changed. He fell for you so hard, risking all for you and making sure you were always happy. You do the same for him, you always do.

You are his safe place.

It’s Christmas Eve. His family is having dinner with his dad’s colleagues and his mom’s loud best friends. He hates this, he hates that he has to put on a fake smile on his face while he feels miserable.

Steve wishes you could be by his side, but he couldn’t put you through this. His dad will ignore you and try to set him up with someone else. He knows his mom would love you but eventually side with him because that’s the way their relationship works.

Their marriage is stupid.

His parents are stupid.

This day is so stupid.

Surrounded by the stiffness of his room, looking at the pictures of him with you and the friend group. He feels like he could cry, he wants a good Christmas Eve just for once. He misses you all so much.

His head is heavy and his vision is blurry. He sits on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot against the carpeted floor and preparing himself for the night.

Then he hears a knock on his window. It’s you. Like he summoned you. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face, you are all dressed in black.

“What are you doing? My parents are here!”

“We are here to steal you, like a precious piece of art from a museum!”

He laughs, looking at you.

“I can’t, honey. I can’t leave, they are going to kill me!”

“They won’t because…” you hold your index finger in the air, waiting for your sign to escape. When you hear Steve’s mom scream you take his hand in yours, pulling him to you. “Your house is infested with cockroaches”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain in a bit, let’s go”

You take a step back from the roof, Steve is impressed to see you climb his house for him knowing how difficult it is for him to get to your window. He escapes from his own room, his hands gripping the window frame as he gets out quietly.

When you get off the roof, you hold his hand in yours running with him towards your car. He opens the passenger door and sits down excited, ready to escape this hell of a house.

He did it. He is out, he is with you. The cold breeze hits his cheeks, he feels calm for the first time since he woke up.

“Dustin! Hurry” you scream at your little brother, he holds an empty box as he runs to meet you.

“Mission accomplished!”

Both of you join Steve in the car, you are quick to drive away from his house before their parents catch you. He misses his mom telling him not to come downstairs.

“You guys are crazy,” he says, anxiety slowly disappears as he rubs his abdomen. He looks back, noticing how his house disappears from his vision. “When did you come up with this plan?”

“Today” you answer, eyes focused on the road as you speed up to get to your house quickly.

“And why are you both dressed in black?”

“It’s our steal-a-museum outfit,” Dustin says, feeling Steve’s eyes glaring at him “It was her idea!”

“I couldn’t leave you there, I spent all day trying to come up with something for you to spend Christmas with me”

“Thank you, honey”

“And your parents freaked out when they saw the cockroaches, it was hilarious!” Dustin says, getting out of the car when you finally get home. Safely and with Steve by your side.

Steve holds your hand as you walk to your house, his fingers interlock with yours and he leans to the side, kissing your cheek before pushing the door open.

After opening the door, he sees a crowd of people cheering and screaming. Your mom, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and all of his kids are there.

Steve smiles brightly, feeling his cheeks warm as well as his heart. Everyone comes up to him, hugs him, and welcomes him before they follow Dustin, who cannot stop laughing as he tells the story of how they got Steve here.

Your mom gets close to him, hugging him tightly.

“We are happy you are home,” she says. Steve holds back his tears, home. He finally feels like he has a home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson” he smiles at her, his chest heaving up and down from the excitement. “I’m surprised you were okay with this plan”

“Oh Steve, who do you think got that box of cockroaches!” she laughs and you join her, both looking so happy that he is here. How is it possible? He feels like he is dreaming. It’s all just too good to be true. “I’ll leave you guys, you are under the mistletoe”

You look up at the branch of mistletoe that wasn’t there before you left the house. Steve looks at it too, then he wraps your waist with his arms pulling you to his chest.

“Thank you, baby”

“Don’t. It’s the least I could do, they are going home at ten but you are staying here with me”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love you, honey”

“I love you too, baby”

You cup his cheeks in your hands, the feeling of your soft fingertips makes Steve melt. Pressing your lips against his, he feels in heaven.

He feels you, he tastes you.

The one who saved him from one of the worst nights of his life, he owes you everything.

His head falls to the side as you tangle your fingers in his hair. It makes Steve moan softly, feeling all his body warm and bubbly.

You spend the night together. Sharing jokes, laughing at Dustin’s stories, and drinking. He only gets more excited because he gets to sleep with you, maybe thank you for what you did, and wake up on Christmas to open his presents.

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