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comphersjost · 3 years

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i am CRAVING enemies to lovers content abt the player of your choosing <3

combining this with this request i got: angst! angst! angst! I would love some josh Anderson angst

send me thoughts and blurb requests here!

neither of you knew how it escalated so quickly. it only started as you snapping for josh to move after he purposely blocked your way. now it had turned into an all out yelling match.

while your arguments rarely got this intense, when they did it was just the two of you trading insults about how insufferable the other is back and forth. until josh couldn’t stop running his fucking mouth and -

“god you’re so fucking annoying, no wonder your relationship didn’t last.”

the gasp you let out is involuntary, your eyes widening and mouth falling open at the jab. his words tear into you, smashing all the walls you’d been building and bringing back all the insecurities you’d manage to push out of your recently mended heart.

regret washes over josh’s face instantly, but it’s too late - the damage is done. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t try though, taking a step towards you with an arm outstretch. you take a step back.

“i didn’t mean it like that.”

you laugh hollowly, crossing your arms over your chest as if that would protect your heart from further damage.

“i’m sure you didn’t,” you retort, though there’s no hiding the tremble in your voice and the quiver of your bottom lip. you shake your head almost disbelievingly, looking anywhere but josh. “if never fucking see you again it’ll be too soon.”

self-loathing and regret fill josh as you walk out of the kitchen and grab your things, leaving tyler’s apartment with a slam of the door. he says nothing when tyler chews him out, taking every harsh word and insult, knowing he deserved it.

there are flowers at your door the next day, a colorful bouquet of daisies, tulips, and sunflowers. there’s a note attached, elegant font scrawling across the middle.

i’m sorry -j.a.

you scoff, taking the card and taking a photo of it before throwing the flowers in the trash and taking a photo of that too. you send both pictures to tyler.

you: attachment: 2 images you: imagine being this delusional.

ty toffoli: 😬😬😬

ty toffoli: at least he’s trying?

you roll your eyes at his last text and only respond with a dislike reaction, before closing the trash lid and walking away.

the flowers don’t stop coming, and this time, they’re joined by other things. it was never overwhelming, or every single day, but once or twice a week there would be flowers on your doorstep, or coffee doordashed to your apartment. once, there was a basket of snacks and self care waiting for you when you got home from work.

as josh proves that he’s determined to earn your forgiveness, you start to keep the flowers he sends, finding yourself smiling softly at the light they add to your home. you eat the chocolate, and you drink the coffee he sends. the basket quickly finds its use when your period hits like a truck.

you don’t reach out though, you said you never wanted to see him again, and so far that was true. just because you were enjoying the lengths he was willing to go to doesn’t mean that his words didn’t cut deep. no amount of flowers or chocolate or coffee will undo the weeks of work you had to do to push back those very insecurities josh had plucked out.

the flower’s that had been on your counter for the past couple of weeks had just begun to wilt when there’s a knock on your door. despite yourself, you can help but hope that it’s a fresh bouquet to replace the dying flowers in your kitchen.

you expect a delivery person, maybe even flowers or coffee left at your doorstep. what you don’t expect when you swing the door open, is josh. he’s in habs sweats and a hoodie, one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other clutching a bouquet of pink lillies.

“um-” josh clears his throat, “hi, i figured i’d deliver them myself this time. can i...come in?”

you gape at him, wide eyed, for a long moment. josh shifts uncomfortably under your scrutiny, grip tightening on the bouquet and making the plastic wrapping crinkle under his palm. the noise snaps you out of your daze, nodding weakly and stepping aside to let him in.

it isn’t the first time jost has been in your apartment, but it’s the first time that you’d let him in. it was the first time you wanted to.

josh stands awkwardly in the foyer as you shut the door and lock it, watching as you slip past him before trailing behind you to the kitchen. a small smile plays on his lips when he sees the previous bouquet still in a vase on the kitchen island, even as you silently take the one from his hands and place it on the counter. neither of you speak as you careful take the flowers from the vase and throw them in the trash, before dumping the water and rinsing it out.

it’s only after you filled the vase up once again and placed the lillies, know free from the plastic, in along with the plant food that he finally speaks.

“i’m sorry,” he says quietly, though in the silence of your kitchen he may as well have been screaming. “for everything. for arguing with you and insulting you and making your life difficult. and...” he pauses for a moment, a guilt ridden expression over taking his face before he continues, “i’m the most sorry for what i said to you at tyler’s. it was wrong, and it wasn’t and i’m sorry.”

you stand in silence for a moment, eyes locked with josh’s across the island.

“you hurt me,” you admit finally, “you tore into the insecurities that my breakup gave me and ruined any progress i had made in moving on.”

“i know,” josh whispers remorsefully, “i wish i could take it all back.”

“you can’t.”

“i know.”

you sigh. “where do we go from here, josh? what do you want me to do?”

he looks away from you, seemingly almost...shy now.

“i was thinking...” he starts bashfully, “maybe if you could - if it’s possible for you to forgive me, maybe things could be different now? maybe we could be friends instead of...whatever that was.”

as he speaks, josh slowly makes his way around the island until he’s standing in front of you, his eyes finding yours once more as he looks down at you.

“i...” you trail off when he slips his hand into yours. you look down at his hand before looking back to his eyes. there’s an emotion in them that you can’t pinpoint, and also a pleading for you to say yes. you smile softly and squeeze his hand.

“yeah,” you murmur, “yeah, i think things could be different.”

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butgilinsky · 3 years

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omfg pls how abt a request for young beezy from the insult promt list.....no. 13 lmfao (if youre still taking requests)

13- “god wasted a good asshole when he put teeth in your mouth.”

you couldn’t wait to get out of there. you don’t know why you agreed to come in the first place, but then you see your friend smiling widely for the first time in the past few months and you realize that these are her people, and so you’re here for her. it doesn’t matter that you’ve spent the last two beers listening to your least favorite of the bunch say nothing but bullshit, you’re here for your best friend. even if you have to remind yourself of that every five minutes.

“what about you, y/n?” you hummed, looking up at the sound of your name and watching morgan smile tk himself. he knew you weren’t listening, he knew you didn’t want to be here. he knew his best friend got under your skin, and he knew he did it well.

“sorry i wasn’t paying attention.” joel scoffed beside you, and that was almost enough for you to throw in the towel. “have something to say, beez?”

“i’ve been saying a lot of somethings for the last twenty minutes but because you’re a space cadet, i’ll reiterate for you.” the smile he wore was dangerous, but you’d gotten good at covering up the harsh pounding of your heart in your chest, in favor of arguing with him.

“reiterate? wow i didn’t realize you knew such big words.” morgan ducked his head to muffle his laughter into his sleeve while joel bit on his tongue for a moment.

“you know, i did win the phantom’s spelling bee last year.” you scoffed, biting out a hint of a laugh at his attempt.

“spelling doesn’t mean you can use the words in context, dipshit.”

“well it looks like you’re not as high and mighty as you may think, princess.” you rolled your eyes, a fire igniting itself in your veins at his insinuation.

“im not the one that walks around like i’m some sort of god.”

“well would you look at that, neither am i. looks like we’ve got a lot more in common than you think we do, princess.” you knew the name was just to bother you but by god was it working.

“god wasted a good asshole when she put teeth in your mouth.”

“yeah, well then why do you want to kiss me so bad?” morgan slid out of the booth then, wanting to put as much distance between him and the two of you that he could manage.

“what i want is for you to stop bothering me so god damn much.”

“id talk a lot less if i was given a reason to shut up.” it didn’t matter that you eventually scoffed and slid out of the booth, following the path morgan took seconds prior. your hesitation was enough for joel to see that he didn’t bother you as much as you claimed he did. he was on the right track and he’ll be damned if he lets you go now, just when he’s finally making progress.

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