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withleeknow · 1 year ago

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endgame. (m)

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, explicit smut; unedited. minors dni. word count: 1.1k note: she was gonna be a cute fluffy piece but she got away from me and turned slutty all of a sudden lmao... anywhomst, i wrote this while half asleep so it definitely could've been better but oh well 🤷‍♀️

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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It started off innocently at first, or as innocent as can be when you’re naked together in a bathtub, with your husband’s hands roaming your body, kneading any spot he thinks would help you ease your tension. The knot on the back of your neck, your shoulders, down your arms and legs, until he paused at your thighs.

Today was a crappy day, one of the worst you've had in a while. Everything started going downhill about an hour after you showed up to work, and it kept rolling down the slope of bad-day-ness until you got home. Shitty boss, shitty coworkers, some annoying backhanded remarks from your family that you didn't appreciate at all. It was too much.

You just wanted to go home, cuddle up with your Minho, and start anew tomorrow.

The second that you opened the door, though, your husband was there, greeting you with a soft smile and an even softer kiss. Like he could sense that something was up even though you hadn't mentioned anything to him all day. You even tried to hide your sour mood from him, thinking that maybe you were overreacting, that maybe it would go away eventually.

You don't know how he knew, but there he was, trying to cheer you up without you having to ask. He'd made all of your favorite dishes, because he knows you love it when he cooks for you more than any expensive meal he could get for you. After dinner, he'd told you to just sit there and look pretty with your favorite ice cream that he bought earlier today, while he cleaned everything up. He'd gotten on the couch afterward and cuddled with you while watching your comfort show.

And now here you are, in a bath that he ran for the both of you, trying to help you wind down after a hellish day.

He's been showering you with affection and pampering you with love all evening, without even being aware of everything that transpired throughout the day. He just knew, and he just simply made it his personal mission to comfort you any way he could. The mere thought of it is enough to bring your tears to your eyes.

Slender fingers squeeze your flesh before they start drawing odd patterns into your skin. Minho tilts your head to the side so he can kiss the corner of your mouth. “Can I make it better?” he asks.

You don’t answer him with words. Instead, you place your hand on top of his and guide it toward where you need him the most. Your husband graces you with an endeared smile the second his fingers meet your core while you sigh, eager for what’s to come.

He finds your clit with ease, just rubbing it for a moment and relishing in the way your voice gets caught in your throat, until he’s satisfied with how wet you are.

You wait with bated breath as he starts circling your entrance with the tip of his middle finger. And when he finally pushes in, burying the digit to the knuckle, all you can do is moan his name with a neediness that’s only reserved for instances like this.

“Fuck…”

You throw your head back to rest on his shoulder, your lips parting in a silent prayer as your thighs try to close around his hand, to keep it there between your legs. There's no one you love as much as him, and even after all these years, sometimes you still wonder how he could possibly be yours.

It's this kind of moments that makes you want to thank all the higher powers out there that aligned the stars for you and him.

“Feel good?” he asks, dragging his lips to pepper the side of your face with soft kisses.

“So good… You’re so good to me…”

Minho thrusts the single digit into you for a while, just testing the waters, easing you into the feeling, before he adds a second finger to join the first. It earns him a beautiful whimper from you, then a clench of your velvety walls around his fingers.

Then you’re turning your body to try and face him better. You catch his mouth in a kiss, but the way he instantly takes control and deepens it makes your head spin with desire. You think he must be doing it on purpose when his digits suddenly curl inside of you, making you gasp against his lips. If there’s one thing that Minho loves more than hearing the sounds you keen out for him, it’s feeling those sounds being released into him.

You attempt to reach for his hardened length - which must be throbbing at this point - between your bodies, but he just swats your hand away. “Just let me take care of you," he scolds lightly.

You want to protest, want to say that he should feel good too, but it's not exactly easy to put up much of a fight when his fingers are still relentlessly pumping into you, caressing your walls on every stroke.

His thumb flicks your slippery clit as his other hand comes up to cup one of your tits, squeezing it in his palm until you’re arching desperately into his touch. Some water splashes over the edge of the tub and onto the marbled floor as you squirm against his body, your hips bucking wildly into his hand, trying to find that high and hoping to crash into it headfirst.

Minho can tell that you're close. He knows you too well.

“Come on,” he says softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. “My love.”

A few more swipes at your clit coupled with some more consistent thrusts into your slickened heat and you're done for. Your cunt spasms around his fingers as you cry out his name, grinding feverishly against his hand. He helps you through your orgasm, all the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. There's my girl. You did so well for me. I love you. Just things that he tells you practically every day, but they still make you flutter with absolute fondness for him nonetheless.

Once you've calmed down, you peer up at him lazily, still leaning against his body with his arms around you. Minho just smiles, seemingly so proud of himself that he's made you feel better.

More than better, actually.

You love him, so goddamn much. If only he knew that he didn't have to do anything to salvage your day. Only his presence was enough for you. It's always been enough for you.

The thought of ever loving anyone else seems like an impossible one. He's it for you. This is your endgame, right here.

"Thank you," you say.

"You never have to thank me." He shrugs sheepishly, then kisses you again, softer and slower this time. "You're my wife. I love you. I'm always going to want to make your days better."

#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #lee know fluff #lee know smut #lee know scenarios #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know x you #lee minho x reader #lee minho x you #stray kids #skz #lee know #lee minho

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eddiemunson-mylove · 1 year ago

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BestFriend!Eddie being the ultimate comfort

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Eddie knew from the shift in his atmosphere what kind of day you had been through. He was sat on his couch one Thursday evening with a beer in hand when he was unexpectedly graced with your presence, barely a foot onto the threshold before he’s up and wrapping his arms around your middle as you defeatedly slump into him.

One hand came to rest on your lower back, drawing you into him, as the other cradled the back of your head into his shoulder. It was only a matter of seconds before your shoulders began to lightly shake, accompanied by intermittent sniffles.

“Oh sweetheart…” he coos gently and sways your bodies in synchrony as his thumb begins to rub against the back of your head. The pair of you carried on like this for what felt like an eternity. Eddie wished this could be true. Except this was only a fantasy of his; always just out of reach.

It had only been 5 months since you had moved into Forest Hills Trailer Park, moving to Hawkins in order to take control of your individuality. In a sleepy town where nothing ever happens and no one ever leaves, the calm was a welcome contrast to your previous life.

Wayne Munson was wistfully smoking on his porch when you had arrived with an abundance of boxes balancing in your car. He was quick to trot on over before you could even start, offering his strength that was very much appreciated after the long drive.

And that was how you met Eddie. He came bounding over moaning and groaning to Wayne about needing his spark plug replaced on his van before wordlessly joining in the effort of carrying box after box into your new home.

The two men then became your rock. Car troubles? Consider it fixed. Need a job? they know somebody who's looking. Need some food? Wayne always makes leftovers. And when the pressure of trying to be fully self-sufficient began to take its toll, Eddie was only a stones throw away to talk to. His advise may not always be useful or experienced, but listening was his forte.

So here he was, 5 months later, with his nose buried in your hair and taking all the affection you were willing to offer. He selfishly hoped that this would be the day. He hoped that every day was the day. The day when you finally realise that you are head over heels for him; just as he was for you. But his priority right now was that you needed him.

He finally leaned his torso back in order to get a better look at you, assessing your tear stricken cheeks and the slight drip from your nose. His biggest heartache was the forlorn expression in your eyes, wide and wet and straight up pitiful.

"What happened doll?" he asks gently, his eyes soft and sparkling. You simply bury your head into his chest and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Today can suck a bag of dicks” is all you say, the sound muffling in his chest but he caught every word and let out a deep chuckle.

“That bad huh?” he replies, met with your head trying to frantically nod into him, the friction from your forehead against his chest made him feel warm, and not from the heat that it caused.

“I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be to cheer me up. I’m sorry if you have plans… I can go if-” you start. Eddie brings one hand up to cup the back of your head again, keeping you in his chest as he cuts you off.

“I’m not doing anything sweetheart. Especially not now. I’m happy that you chose here.” he lulls as he begins to sway once more, the motion calming you to your core. This was exactly what you needed. Just Eddie as he was. No questions needed. Just his aura was enough to soothe your distress.

As the two of you sway together in his living room, it dawns on him that he needs these moments with you just as much as you needed him in this moment. His feelings for you were on the brink of erupting and he knew then that he needed so much more with you. He had so much more love and intimacy to give.

He placed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and you weakly returned one on his chest before nuzzling your face back into him. He swore that his heart doubled in size.

He’d tell you one day. Maybe sooner than he planned after today…

#eddie munson #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader

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princescar · 3 months ago

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when i was searching the twitter mines for matsuda birthday (unsuccessfully) i came across this from kodaka and i am Ignoring the first half but. matsuda promising to take ryoko out for dinner... and the tweet was written on dec 24th............. him taking care to remember her birthday and treat her to dinner Real and (semi) Canon

i love this line very specifically because it is Super sneaky with a double meaning that's only revealed until after reading the whole story.. the scene establishes matsuda saying hes only interested in ryoko because of her talent and memory loss, which then this line is assumed to be saying matsuda only cares about neuroscience and such, however in this sentence "research subject" could also imply "ryoko", as the previous conversation has ryoko as the subject - so i think the second meaning of this could be read as matsuda doesn't care for anything but his research subject, ryoko

LAST RAMBLE I PROMISE i was reading about neuroticism and i couldnt help but think about how these are directly contrasted with ryokos personality..

matsuda, always so pessimistic and worrying, and ryoko, cheerful and unbothered.. they balance each other out <3_<3 i also cant help but then think back to junko and i wonder if thats maybe even been a draw between them before things got really bad. a lot of their negative attributes would be negated by the other and they could rely on their opposites to bring them comfort waaaah. but also junko even when bad probably adored his neuroticism. it being listed as a negative by his classmates however she probably would have adored his constant moping and affinity for despair .. just like her

Lmao, him having to drag her around for her own birthday. I do have a big headcanon that he was the only kid who came to her birthday party (due to it being Christmas eve and all) and thats what won her heart. Considering how much she hates her birthday and the interview with Kodaka about the idea of class 78 throwing her a surprise birthday party and thats why she grew so attracted, it does fit really well. (also gives that surprise bday party more angst considering it would have to happen AFTER matsuda dies)

also feel like that double meaning really pairs up nicely with this. him not being able to fully refute her claim that he only cares about his research, both because its true (as she is his research) and false (because he also has to take care of the mess Junko left behind, but he cant say that)

(also this scene destroys me in so many ways, from being confused at how matsuda is so good at tying knots to fucking SOBBING over "Let me forget about you!" Then him actually fucking apologizing even after he knows she forgot???? Best chapter tied with vol.2 chp.6)

The fact that shes so unbothered by the world and that Matsuda feels the need to worry on her behalf, and thus needs to protect her. Also "I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t"???? (calm down Romeo) Junko says that even when they were kids he always stood up for her, I really believe that this is the only way he would let himself express his love for her.

#dr0 #fell asleep before i got to see this lol #then i had an appointment to go to lmao #scarposts #scaranswers #also ACE MATSUDA FOR THE WIN!!!!#bro went 'put your clothes on im hungry'#Truly the ace rep of all time #Picturing the santa costume the Plastics wear in Mean girls bc it seems like something junko would own

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cecexsblog · 11 months ago

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White Ferrari (L.Hughes)

Warnings: angst on Luke’s part, other then that just fluff

Pairings: Luke Hughes x Reader

a/n: Aversion where Luke and the USA team lose the world Juniors after Luke is picked for a shoot out in over time and ends up missing the net. Based on that one really emotional interview of Jack after he lost but instead it’s Luke.

I sat in the stands and watched as Luke goes for the net, crossing my fingers and watching with one eye wishing and hoping he makes it. I see him maneuver his way close to the night to tap it in, winding up and shooting, going straight for the goalies pad. Part of the crowd cheering, part of it sighing with grief. I watched Team Canada rush off their bench to their goalie congratulating each other on another World Juniors win. I look over to see Luke kneeling on the ice, head in his mitts. I was told earlier that whatever happens at the end of the game to just meet Luke at home because he’ll be too busy with interviews afterwards, wind or lose. My friend grabbed me by the arm and told me it’s time to go, I just stared at him for another second, I could see his face all red and glistening from tears. It made me want to cry. I felt awful just leaving him there but I knew I could comfort him when he got home.

On my 30 minute drive home I kept notifications on for ESPN, NHL, Sports Net, any sports app that Luke could possibly appear on. All of a sudden as I pull up in my drive way I see that TSN had posted a video titled “Emotional Luke Hughes reflects on Team USA’s loss in the gold medal game” I quickly get inside and sit down on our couch to watch the interview.

“It’s sad, you don’t really want to go through this again” I hear Luke speak, while his voice slightly cracks on the other end of my phone. Every so often I notice his lip quiver, going unnoticed by the interviewers around him.

At the arena

“I just want to go home” Luke says to his agent as he steps away from the cameras. “I just want to see y/n.”

“Luke you can’t, you have 4 more interviews to do, plus pack up all your equipment from the past few months” his agent says. Luke doesn’t care. He takes his skates and the top part of his gear off and puts a hoodie and his shoes on not bothering to take his shin bad or shorts off.

“Luke! Luke! How do you feel about missing in your first real shoot out?!?!” An interviewer yells at him. He just shoves them away making his way for the door and get to his car.

Back at the apartment

I sit at home making hot chocolate and waiting for Luke to get back. Bracing myself for either extreme anger or extreme sadness. I sit down on the couch and watch Sports Net watching the highlights from the game when I hear the door into the apartment open.

“Hello” I call. No response. Just the sound of a bag hitting the floor and someone taking their shoes off. I walk around the corner to see Luke standing there miserable with his eyes all blood shot from crying.

“Come here” I say putting my arms out for him to come hug me. He walks over and slinks his arms around my waist and crouching down to nudge his head underneath my chin. I slowly rub his back and we make our way to the couch. I lay on my back with my head propped up as he lays on my stomach drawing circles on the skin of my stomach. My hand running through his curls. I hear a sob come from his mouth and sniffles from his nose.

“Lu?” I quietly say. He looks up at me with tears streaming down his face. “Oh Lu, it’s okay baby” I say while he brings his head up to my neck and cuddles into me more. The weight of him relaxing me even though he’s sad.

“It’s embarrassing” he whispers with a sniffle afterwards. “I can’t believe I missed. I can’t believe I’m the reason we lost”

“Lu my love, it’s not your fault” I say while tracing my fingers down his face. “You had so much pressure put on you for being so young. Don’t think it’s your fault my love”

More sniffling comes from Luke and a little nod. I kiss his head through all his curls.

“Look at me” I whisper. He moves to look directly at me. Eyes and lips all puffy. I lean in and gently kiss his lips. Him melting into it like it’s the only thing keeping him going. My hands tangle into his hair, his around my waist and back. The kiss was deep and passionate yet chastened. I pull away for a second but right away begin to kiss all over his face, peppering him with kisses. A smile growing on his face. “There’s my happy boy” his face immediately drops, me instantly hoping he’s being sarcastic. As soon as I begin to second guess myself he pounces back onto me and attacks me by planting kisses all over my face and neck and chest.

“I made you hot chocolate by the way” I end up randomly saying. Immediately making him stop. When he stand up he waits in front me on the couch, back facing me like he’s waiting for something.

“Are you getting on?” He says, as if I should know to hop on his back or something.

I hop on his back, slinging my arms around his neck as he walks to the kitchen and pours himself some hot chocolate. His face still puffy. I jump down and he leans against the counter. I walk up between his legs and hold his face, wiping away the dried tears.

“I hope you know I love you” I whisper. He smiles against my hands.

“I love you too” he whispers while kissing my hand.

a/n: sorry this is kind of short again. I just had this idea and didn’t want it to get taken or lose it. I hope you guys like it:)

#luke hughes #lukey pookie #team usa #nj devils #michigan wolverines #43 #fluff

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imaginativeworks · 1 year ago

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Hi! I recently just followed you for your OTP posts, and I love them a lot!! <3

I was wondering if you have any OTP dialogue with one of them comforting the other one? Like, one of them finds something unpleasant and tries to forget it but they can't, so their partner decides to cheer them up with something! It would be a cute scene, I think. If you already have a post or more about this, I'm so sorry to bug you with this! 😅 Let me know about that ^^

I'm hoping to do some drawing from your prompts, but time and motivation are rather rare! :C So, a little sad thing happened and I found out that there is this one thing I enjoyed in a fandom. I found out that it's one of those hated ones... I'm surprised that it's the most disliked in most of the fandoms. In my opinion, it's cute... But I guess it's not everyone's cup of tea... :')

Anyway, I hope you feel better soon! 💕 May you have a good day and week! ✨

Sorry if my English isn't so good...

Aww, thank you so very much, you’re so very kind and sweet! And don’t worry you could never bug me with asks and you wrote perfectly. 💕🥰

Also I’m so happy to read that even any of the prompts I wrote inspired you to draw them!

As for the asks I have written some prompts of the like but I will also add a new one so I hope you like it!

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Person B has noticed for a while now but something has been troubling Person A as of late. They would never want to make them feel they have to tell when they aren’t ready but they want to do something, anything to help them with it. After all Person A should never have to shoulder any of their burdens alone. When an idea came to mind…

As Person A is sitting on the couch trying to process the newest of their troubles. It feels as if a new storm was overtaking them, when they begin to hear a faint music in the air. Drawing them out of their haze they lift their hands from their face and sit up to see Person B move away from the music player.

They stand in front of them with a slight bow and hold out their hand for their beloved to take, asking. “Would you do me the kind honour of joining me in a dance, my love?” Person A’s eyes switch from looking at Person B’s kind, hopeful smile and their outstretched hand and take it. As they begin a light sway to their dance Person B starts going more loose and having more fun with it, bringing a soft smile to Person A’s face and even a few laughs out of them. Only causing Person B to perk up even more.

As the dance slowly settles back into its original pace they bring Person A closer and gently tell them. “You know you can always rely on me whenever you feel troubled. Even if you aren’t ready to talk about it, I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you…” they pause and look into their eyes “So please, don’t feel like you have to carry your troubles alone.”

Person A stared back at Person B when their eyes begin to water, in a quick worried panic from Person B steps away to give them a bit of space and looks over them like a stressed mother hen. Person A lets out a light chuckle for them to see that their tears were not of sadness but happy ones. Person A puts their hand over one of Person B’s that rest on their upper arms and replies “Just knowing that I have you’re here with me, supporting me. No matter what storm comes, even if the feeling doesn’t immediately go away, means the world to me, just having you at my side.”

Person B lightly moves their arms away from Person A to hold them out for a hug. To which Person A gladly walks into, as their arms enclose around them. Making them feel safe, that it’s going to be okay. They smile when Person B says “I love you~”

“I love you too.”

————— Here are a few previously shorter prompts of a similar vibe:

01, 02 , 03 , 04

Also sorry if this new prompt is too long, in the process became something more akin to a snippet. It just flowed out and I felt to bad to cut it too short.

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aghost-writer · 16 days ago

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Ocean Eyes

Chapter 4

This is a Yandere Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK x Female Yandere Reader x Yandere Nanami Fic!

MDNI!!!

Y/N stepped out of Principal Yaga’s office, feeling the weight of the strange experience she had just gone through. The test, the puppets, and Yaga’s calm but intense demeanor all felt like something out of a dream. It was hard to ground herself in this reality, but one thing was clear: she was stuck in a world that felt eerily familiar, yet completely foreign.

Her thoughts were still spinning when she rounded the corner and saw him—Gojo Satoru. He stood casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. His presence had a way of drawing attention, but it wasn’t just his looks; it was the unspoken confidence he radiated. He greeted her with a cheerful, “Hey, Y/N! Good job in there. You’ve passed. Not bad for someone without cursed energy.”

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to smile back. She wasn’t sure how she felt about her passing, considering she had barely done anything during the test except avoid getting hit. But she nodded politely, acknowledging his words without saying much.

Gojo’s grin didn’t falter. "Now, here’s the fun part. You’ll be staying in the dorms from now on. Follow me, I'll show you where you’ll be living.”

She glanced at him, still trying to adjust to the surrealness of her situation. Every step she took felt like she was moving through a dream, unsure of what was real and what was imagined. As Gojo led her down the hallway, she felt the weight of his presence beside her. He didn’t speak immediately, letting the silence stretch for a while as he led her through the dimly lit halls of the school.

“By the way,” Gojo said after a while, his voice light and casual, “there’s only one other first-year student so far, so you get your own room.” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, clearly amused by whatever thoughts were running through her head. “I’m guessing you’ll be relieved to have your own space, huh?”

Y/N didn’t say anything immediately. She had already been through enough uncertainty in her own world. The last thing she wanted to do was start a conversation about the dorms. But the idea of having her own space was oddly comforting. It would give her time to think, to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, unsure whether she was answering him or just speaking aloud to herself.

Gojo gave a low chuckle, his steps light and unhurried as they walked. “You’ll get used to it here. The dorms are pretty chill. No one’s going to bug you too much, but just so you know—everyone here’s got their quirks.”

Y/N nodded again, her mind too preoccupied to focus on his words. She wasn’t really listening. Her attention drifted toward the surroundings—the flickering lights, the soft hum of the building, the faint sound of voices in the distance. She tried to shake herself out of her reverie. This wasn’t the time to get lost in her thoughts.

Gojo stopped in front of a door, gesturing to it with a wide, theatrical sweep of his hand. "This is it. Your new home for the time being. You’ll find it’s quiet. Like I said, you’re the only first-year for now. You can make yourself comfortable.” He gave her a brief but appraising look, his smile lingering. “But there’s still a lot to figure out. So, when you’re ready, I’ll give you the rundown on this whole jujutsu sorcerer business.”

Y/N took a deep breath, her gaze falling on the door. It was simple—nothing fancy, just a place to sleep and rest. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be staying here or what her next move should be, but for now, she’d take it one step at a time.

Gojo didn’t let the silence hang too long. He pulled out a small black card and handed it to her. "Here. This is your ID card. You’ll need it for most things around here. It’s got all the important stuff on it, like your name, grade, and access levels.”

Y/N glanced at the card in her hand and immediately noticed the "Grade 2" printed on the bottom. She raised an eyebrow, confused. Grade 2? Was that supposed to mean something? Was she supposed to care? She shrugged it off, stuffing the card into her pocket. She wasn’t sure how this world worked, but she couldn’t afford to let small things like that distract her right now.

Gojo didn’t seem phased by her lack of response. He pulled out another card, this one sleek and black, almost like a VIP membership card. “This one’s a little different,” he said with a grin. “It’s a special card. Don’t go losing it, okay?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, examining the card in her hand. She couldn’t make sense of it, but she wasn’t about to ask Gojo for an explanation. Instead, she simply tucked the card into her pocket alongside the ID, trying to keep her expression neutral.

Gojo, as if sensing her internal hesitation, laughed softly. “I can tell you’re not that into all the formalities, huh? That’s fine. I like people who keep it cool.”

Y/N didn’t answer. Instead, she took a slow breath, trying to refocus her thoughts.

“You know,” Gojo continued, "since you’re new here, I thought it might be a good idea to take you out shopping in a few hours. You’ll need some gear if you’re going to be living here. We’ll meet up with the other first-year when I’m out on my mission." He glanced at her curiously, waiting for a response.

Y/N just nodded. She didn’t really care about shopping. She had no idea what she would need, and honestly, the idea of spending time with Gojo outside of a mission felt strange. But it seemed like something she had to do. It wasn’t as if she had many other options.

“Right,” she murmured. “Thanks.”

Gojo’s grin widened. “No problem! I’ll leave you to settle in for now. I’ll be back in a bit. We’ll figure out what you need and take care of the rest then.”

With that, Gojo gave her a brief wave before turning and walking away. Y/N stood in the doorway, staring after him for a moment. The hallway felt unnervingly quiet again, and she realized she hadn’t taken a proper breath since arriving. She stepped into the room and glanced around, the small bed, desk, and bookshelf before her feeling like a temporary haven.

As she stood there, feeling the weight of her situation pressing down on her, she couldn’t help but feel the growing sense of surrealism that had accompanied her since she woke up in this world. This wasn’t just any world—it was the world of *Jujutsu Kaisen*, a show she had watched obsessively in her previous life. It was a strange feeling, like the world was both familiar and alien at the same time.

With a sigh, she turned and sat on the bed, staring down at the black card in her hand again. What was its purpose? And why did Gojo seem so intent on getting her involved with everyone so quickly? She wasn’t even sure she wanted to be here in the first place, but for now, she had no choice but to play along.

A brief, fleeting thought passed through her mind as she absentmindedly twisted the ring on her finger. The same one that had been there when she woke up. It was the one thing she was sure hadn’t changed. The ring felt oddly grounding, like a small piece of something she had known before. It felt like a connection to her old life, but whether that was a good or bad thing, she wasn’t sure.

The quiet of the room pressed in on her as she leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment. She couldn’t let herself get too attached to the idea of returning home, not yet. She had to focus on surviving in this world first. *Then* maybe she could start figuring out how she ended up here.

For now, though, she would let the silence and the weight of her new reality wash over her. After all, she was in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, and somehow, she had to find a way to survive it.

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Y/N had barely had time to explore the small room when she spotted a uniform neatly folded on the bed. It was of an older style, with a jacket that looked a little worn and faded. She couldn't help but wonder briefly if it was Shoko’s old uniform, though she quickly shook off the thought. There was no way of knowing for sure, and frankly, she had other things to focus on. She tried to ignore the unfamiliar sensation of being in a completely new world—a world that felt strangely like her favorite anime.

After a few moments of rifling through the room, Y/N turned her attention to the uniform. It was the same style that she had seen countless times in her show, and the idea of wearing it made her feel just a little out of place. She slipped into the skirt, absentmindedly pulling the shirt over her head as she fumbled with the buttons. The clothes were practical, but there was an odd comfort in the familiarity of the design. It almost felt like she was slipping into the role of a jujutsu sorcerer—though she wasn’t sure she was ready to fully embrace that idea just yet.

She had barely finished with the shirt when a knock sounded at the door. Y/N, assuming it was Gojo returning as promised, didn’t think much of it. With a nonchalant flick of her wrist, she opened the door, only half-dressed in the uniform. But the person standing there wasn’t Gojo.

It was Nanami Kento.

The sight of him caught her completely off guard. He stood there, his usual composed demeanor intact, eyes scanning her as if he were examining her for something. But before she could process what had just happened, her body acted on its own. A flush bloomed on her face as she quickly slammed the door shut, an embarrassed gasp escaping her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could hear the sound of it echoing in her ears.

What was he doing here?

It took her a moment to collect herself. She could hear Nanami on the other side, his voice muffled by the door. “Is everything alright?”

Y/N mentally cursed herself. She had to open the door. It wasn’t like she could just avoid him forever, especially not when he was standing right there, probably wondering what had just happened.

She took a deep breath, smoothing out the front of her shirt before opening the door again. This time, she made sure to keep it slightly ajar, not wanting to fully expose herself in the awkwardness of the situation.

Nanami stood there, eyes still calm but a glimmer of amusement in them. “I apologize if I startled you,” he said, his voice low but formal. “I was simply checking in.”

Y/N blinked at him, still flustered. “Checking in?” she repeated, trying to sound casual despite the burning embarrassment she felt. “I’m fine, really.”

Nanami gave a short nod, his posture straight, but there was something more gentle in the way he spoke now. “It’s not often I find a new first-year who doesn’t seem... overwhelmed. Though, I suppose you might be an exception.”

Y/N swallowed her unease, trying to compose herself in front of him. She had seen this man countless times in her favorite show. The real Nanami Kento—at least, the one from the anime—was a calm, serious, and somewhat distant individual. But the person before her was undeniably real. His sharp, hazel eyes studied her with an intensity that left her feeling both exposed and seen at the same time.

“You’re Nanami, right?” she asked, still trying to figure out what to do with herself.

He gave a small nod. “Yes, Nanami Kento. I’m a second-year here at Jujutsu High. You are... Y/N, correct?”

There it was again—her name. She had forgotten how surreal it was to hear someone else speak it aloud. It wasn’t like she had ever imagined being in a world like this, and yet here she was, standing in front of one of the people she had once only watched on a screen. The reality of it was slowly sinking in, and it was both exhilarating and unsettling.

She nodded quickly, deciding it would be better to just roll with the conversation. “Yes, that’s me.”

Nanami held her gaze for a moment longer, as if reading something deeper in her expression. He seemed like the type of person who could sense if something was off, even if he didn’t say it outright. He didn’t ask any questions, though—just a slight tilt of his head, and then he straightened up again.

“I’m not sure how you ended up here or how much you know about the world of jujutsu sorcery,” Nanami said, his voice remaining formal but not unkind. “But if you ever need anything or have questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Gojo tends to let new students figure things out on their own, but I’m not like that. I can be of assistance when you need it.”

Y/N felt her chest tighten a little at his words. The strange feeling of being in the *Jujutsu Kaisen* world intensified, and for a brief second, she wondered if this was some sort of elaborate dream. She had watched this show countless times, but now that she was here, surrounded by the characters she’d once only seen on a screen, she wasn’t sure what to think anymore.

Her eyes flickered to the uniform she was wearing, then back to Nanami. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible. She couldn’t afford to be too emotionally invested, not yet. She still hadn’t wrapped her head around whether she had somehow been transported into her favorite anime or if her mind had simply snapped under the pressure of everything.

Nanami’s eyes softened for a moment, a faint trace of a smile appearing at the corner of his lips. “Take care of yourself. You’re a new face around here, and things can be a little... chaotic. If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask me. I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

With that, he turned to leave, his footsteps light against the floor as he moved down the hallway. Y/N stood there for a moment longer, still processing everything. The air felt thick with the reality of her situation—being in the world of *Jujutsu Kaisen* was starting to feel more and more like an impossible dream. She couldn’t tell if she was getting used to the idea or if she was just avoiding the implications of it.

She closed the door behind her, leaning back against it and taking a deep breath. Nanami Kento. Real. Right here.

With a sigh, she absentmindedly tugged at the collar of the uniform. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her once more. There was no way out, not unless she figured out how to survive in this strange world. And who knew—maybe Nanami would be the person who helped her find a way.

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Y/N followed Gojo through the busy shopping district, the atmosphere around them both vibrant and chaotic. People bustled about, hurrying in and out of stores, street vendors called out their wares, and the sounds of conversation blended with the occasional honk of a car or the distant music from a performer. Despite the liveliness of the surroundings, Y/N felt a growing distance from everything. Her mind couldn’t stop racing, and every new detail in her environment felt like a puzzle piece in a world she wasn’t quite sure she belonged in yet.

The transition had been too fast, too jarring. One minute, she had been in her dorm room, still reeling from the revelation that she had somehow ended up in the world of *Jujutsu Kaisen*, and the next, she found herself being whisked away by Gojo for what seemed like a casual outing. As they weaved through the crowded streets, Gojo’s infectious enthusiasm did little to quell her racing thoughts. His carefree attitude was so far removed from the sense of confusion and unease that clung to her. Y/N wasn’t ready to let her guard down, especially not around someone like Gojo, who was as unpredictable as he was powerful.

For now, she kept her distance—physically and emotionally. She wasn’t going to let herself get too comfortable in this world just yet, not when she didn’t even know how she ended up here or what the true nature of this place was.

“So, what do you think of all this?” Gojo asked, pausing in front of a store window filled with colorful clothing. He gave her a sidelong glance, as if he were trying to gauge her reaction. “The whole jujutsu sorcerer lifestyle is a lot to take in, huh?”

Y/N shrugged, crossing her arms loosely in front of her. “It’s... different,” she replied vaguely, keeping her tone neutral. There was no need to get into the details of her confusion. She wasn’t sure whether he expected her to have a deep conversation about it or whether he was just making small talk. Either way, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle with the enormity of it all. For now, the best course of action seemed to be to remain as aloof as possible.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press her. Instead, he gestured toward a nearby clothing rack, his expression light. “You’re going to need some new outfits if you’re going to be running around in the jujutsu world. I mean, let’s be real—you can’t be going out there looking like you just rolled out of bed. You need to be practical, but also... stylish.”

Y/N couldn’t help but glance at the clothing hanging from the rack—sweaters, jackets, pants, and shirts all neatly organized. It felt like a typical shopping experience, one that she might have had in her world before everything changed. For a moment, she allowed herself to think back to her own life—her family, her friends, the things she had once taken for granted. She had been so sure of herself then. But now, standing in this strange world, it was harder to remember what had been so simple about her past life.

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” Y/N said softly, trying to keep her focus on Gojo and his antics. She wasn’t ready to dwell on the past, not with everything else going on.

Gojo, however, wasn’t done poking at her. He leaned in, tilting his head as if studying her reaction. “What? You’re telling me that you’re already perfectly okay with all of this? You’re not even a little bit curious about the jujutsu world? The curses? The power we have?”

Y/N gave him a sidelong glance, but she didn’t respond immediately. She didn’t want to reveal too much. She had seen *Jujutsu Kaisen* in her own world. She knew how things worked, or at least she thought she did. But being here—actually being here—was different. The power, the curses, the sorcerers... it all felt more real, more intense than it ever had on a screen.

“I’m just here to get some clothes,” she said flatly, her voice betraying none of the thoughts swirling in her mind. She had learned long ago that it was easier to deflect than to engage. And with Gojo, who seemed to enjoy pushing people’s buttons, deflection was a skill she would need to sharpen.

Gojo grinned like a cat who had just caught a mouse, clearly enjoying her evasiveness. “Fair enough. But I bet there’s more going on in that head of yours than you’re letting on. We’ll get to that later, though.” He gave her a playful wink before dragging her further into the store.

Y/N did her best to block out the overwhelming rush of emotions that threatened to surface. She had been thrust into a world where nothing made sense, and it felt like she was a pawn in someone’s game. She had learned to deal with monsters in her own world—things that went bump in the night, shadows that threatened to consume everything—but this was different. These were *curses*, tangible, horrifying entities that only the strongest could fight. And now she was supposed to be a part of that world.

She glanced down at the ring on her finger, absently twirling it as they moved deeper into the store. It was a small thing, the simple silver band almost out of place in a world of so much power and chaos. She hadn’t taken it off since waking up here. It was the only piece of her old life that still felt familiar, even if she couldn’t quite place why it felt so important.

“You alright there?” Gojo’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to find him standing with an armful of clothes. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

Y/N nodded quickly, forcing herself to focus on the present. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice almost too calm. “Just... thinking.”

Gojo gave her a skeptical look, but he didn’t push her any further. Instead, he held up a jacket, grinning widely. “This one’s definitely your style. You’re going to look amazing in it.”

Y/N managed a small smile, despite herself. “I’ll take your word for it.”

They continued through the store for a while longer, Gojo picking out clothes with an almost alarming enthusiasm. Y/N tried to keep her mind focused on the task at hand, but the whole situation still felt so unreal. How was she supposed to survive in this world? Was she supposed to just accept it and move on, like it was all part of the plan?

Eventually, Gojo seemed satisfied with their purchases. He handed her a couple of bags before looking at his watch and grinning. “Alright, enough fun for now. Time to meet the other first-year student! Let’s go.”

Y/N froze, the realization settling in like a weight on her chest. The other first-year student. She knew who that was, but she wasn’t going to say anything. Megumi Fushiguro, the brooding, serious boy who was always at odds with Gojo. She had seen enough of him in the show to know that much.

But she didn’t speak up. Instead, she simply followed Gojo out of the store, her mind still a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts and emotions. There was no escaping this new reality, not yet. But for now, she would go along with it—just one step at a time.

#jjk #jjk x reader #yandere jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen

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amethystina · 1 year ago

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Oh gosh, sorry to hear you’ve been getting lots of critiques recently. Even when it’s valid and solicited criticism can be rough, and the out of the blue stuff is always worse :/ And I say that as someone who works in the arts for a living.

I wish I had something better to say than that every artist you admire has likely felt the same way at one point or another, as even the best of the best of the best get complaints, but I don’t, so know at least that you’re in good company. (In theatre we actually have a saying that the day you can truly call yourself a professional is the day you get your first really bad review, so I always take comfort in the universality of the experience, even if it super fucking sucks lol)

I know I could also tell you that your writing is phenomenal and for every person who has a complaint there’s a bunch more who are having the BEST time (myself included xD), but I also know that doesn’t fix it when someone’s made you doubt yourself. For the record though, I will say it. Your writing IS phenomenal, and it DOES bring both me and others quite a lot of joy. I get very excited every time I see you’ve updated (either fic that I’m reading xD), and I find it genuinely a bonus that this particular story is so long. Because it means that the experience of reading it for the first time doesn’t have to be over yet.

I’m VERY much rambling now, but try and be kind to yourself is I guess at the heart of what I’m saying. Take care of yourself, take your time, and come back to things when you’re ready. You’re allowed to feel hurt, or doubtful, or whatever, and if time is what you need to take care of yourself, then you should take it <3.

To be honest, I would be genuinely surprised if I was somehow able to avoid getting criticism. It's just a natural part of posting online, it would seem, no matter one's skill level or the fandom.

And, usually, I can handle it pretty well. It just so happens that everything piled up on the same day and that got a little overwhelming. It honestly felt a bit like the universe was ganging up on me for no apparent reason xD

Thank you so much for your kind words, though 💜 It's true that there are no immediate fixes to the kind of doubts that arise from unsolicited criticism, but it certainly helps to know that there are people who enjoy what I do. Because, in the long run, it's not about writing the most perfect, flawless fic, but rather sharing the joy and excitement I feel over the stories that I write. So thank you so much for taking the time to tell me 💜

And yeah, I'm doing my best to rest right now, partly because I did end up getting sick. So I've mostly been drawing highly questionable Strangers From Hell fanart and, earlier today, I hyper-fixated for hours and randomly did a playlist for Who Holds the Devil. Which is VERY unexpected since I don't really connect music to my writing?

I blame @sofapup17 who made a wonderful playlist for my Strangers From Hell fanfic, which I've been looping while drawing the aforementioned fanart xD (and I also stole three songs from it to my own playlist ;D ) And that of course made me wonder if I could do one, too. Turns out that I can! It's hella long but, uh, that's both on-brand and appropriate considering the fanfic, I guess? I honestly didn't expect to find as much music as I did.

So yeah. While I'm not writing on Who Holds the Devil right now, I'm keeping busy with other creative projects. There never seems to be a shortage of those, somehow x'D

Thank you again for your kind words. The fact that so many people are willing to take time out of their day to cheer me up is so incredibly humbling. Thank you 💜

#Amethystina Replies #wolfandrain #I'm honestly a bit all over the place #I should be editing the next chapter of my Strangers From Hell fic #But it contains a sex scene #And they are the bane of my existence #Editing is a chore in itself #But editing sex scenes is the literal worst x'D #So I'm procrastinating #By drawing and making pointless playlists instead #So yeah #That's where I'm at right now

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fungiboysandotherbeleafs · 2 months ago

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3 years to FBOB

to the people who still care or cared at some point in time: thank you, i love you so much, this was my first bigthingTM.

the dialogue: «H: why do you always morph into your human form when we take a break? Isn’t that less comfortable for you? » « N: I can’t hold you properly or feel your warmth with my tiny fungi body. I like it better this way, plus you carry me anyways right? »

I’m well aware this somewhat aborted at birth comic is like cringy asf and kind of nonsensical but I’m glad i tried anyways, and that friend cheered on me through those 12 weeks for those 12 episodes. Sometimes I feel really, really down and like a dead weight to society, but I like stories more than anything, and they make me feel good and distracted, so being able to write some, and maybe bringing the same distraction to other makes me so, so happy. People are onto smth when they say that you should « just do it, even if it’s bad ». I often look at the comics I’ve drawn (original or fan comics) and draw joy and purpose in the reactions/comments i can read, maybe it’s shallow, but it’s still nice.

#fungiboysandotherbeleafs #fbob #holmes_fbob #Nameko_fbob #Bl webcomic #original character #original comic #oc #oc artwork

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jupitermelichios · 4 years ago

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So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

#skyrim #spoilers #technically #although this game is a decade old and we all own at least two versions of it at this point #so i'm not sure it counts #long post

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angelwonie · 3 years ago

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— how skz express their love for you ... !

pairing: all members x reader

word count: 1.1k

warning(s): suggestive content, mentions of being drunk, minho being cocky but make it hot

#BANG CHAN! – brings you to the studio. despite being busy all the time, chan always makes time for you, even on those days that he spends all night in the recording studio. it’s just so comforting to have you there with him as he scribbles down ideas for new songs. sometimes you don’t even have to speak, just a solace of silence surrounding the room and your hand in his as you watch his brows furrow in concentration. it’s so mesmerizing to watch him work, and when he’s done, you sit in his lap, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“i’m so lucky to have you, chan.” “yeah? well, i think i’m even luckier.”

rest of members under the cut !

#LEE KNOW! – shows you off. minho adores how flustered you get whenever he brags about you to his friends. definitely keeps an arm around you at all times, partly to show everyone you’re his, and partly because he finds it comforting to have you close to him. moreover, he lends you his clothes, and probably makes out with you twice as much when you’re wearing them because you look so pretty like this. like he’ll just randomly pull you into his lap (doesn’t matter who’s there) and run his hand over your features with a small smile on his face. most certainly enjoys how shy you get because his friends are like, right there.

“minho, there are people–” “i’m sorry, kitten, you’re just so beautiful, i couldn’t help myself.”

#SEO CHANGBIN! – takes you out. and when i say takes you out, i mean he takes you on the best dates. it can either just be a walk in the park where you talk about your day to each other, or a reservation at a fancy restaurant where the two of you try all kinds of foods together. it’s become a problem how often he decides to take you out on a date, actually, because you’re running out of places to go to. not that it matters, though, because you’re almost 100 percent sure you’d have fun in a trashcan if changbin was there with you. most of these dates end in flopping down on the grass, holding hands and just staring at the sky, joking around.

“that cloud looks a bit like you, changbin, don’t you think?” “i think you’re a little too drunk, babe.”

#HWANG HYUNJIN! – draws you. you’re just so perfect to him, it’d be a shame not to perpetuate your beauty by putting it on paper. he’d never admit it, but he definitely has a drawing of you that he brings with him whenever he’s away from you. sometimes, he’ll draw you if you fall asleep on his shoulder, smiling down on you as he thinks of how lucky he is to have you. or sometimes he’ll ask you to sit still or pose as he draws you, and roll his eyes playfully whenever you whine that your back hurts. it often ends with you having to sit in that position for longer than necessary, just because he loves admiring your features.

“hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?” “because i’m in love with you.”

#HAN JISUNG! – cheers you up. he’s so naturally funny that it’s impossible not to laugh at his stupid jokes, even when you’re feeling like shit. you’ll be crying about your exams, and all it takes for you to cheer up is jisung making a funny face and burying his face in your hair. in those moments, you realize just how lucky you are to have him, because he makes it impossible for you to ever feel insecure. it’s like, if you even say one (1) bad word about yourself, he will quite literally tickle you until you apologize for thinking badly about yourself. the two of you will spend the rest of day in bed, him just pointing out everything he loves about you.

“you’re the most gorgeous, kind and talented human being i’ve ever met.”

#LEE FELIX! – cooks for you. it’s honestly so adorable, because the moment you say you crave brownies, he’s already on the way to the kitchen, determined to fulfill your wish. you can’t help but smile when you see how cute he looks when he’s focused on pouring just the right amount of sugar in the bowl. sometimes you even join him, hugging him from behind and distracting him by pressing kisses to his neck. and he really tries to ignore you and make the food, but he’s just so whipped for you that not even four kisses are enough to convince him to turn around and pull you into an embrace.

“stop, felix, i’m gonna get flour in my hair” “good thing i’ll love you no matter what, then.”

#KIM SEUNGMIN! – takes care of you when you feel bad. you could just send him a text message saying: i think i’ll stay in tonight, don’t feel so good :(, and he’ll immediately drop every plan he’d made just to go over to your place and check up on you. despite all of your protests, the moment he sees you lying miserably in your bed, he decides to clean your whole dorm for you, do all of your chores and make coffee. and if you’re sad, he’ll give you a massage and cuddle you while the you binge some stupid rom com that he absolutely hates just to see your smile. and it’s worth it to him.

“seungmin, you didn’t have to do this.” “i know. but i wanted to.”

#YANG JEONGIN! – brings you with him everywhere he goes. he just loves having you close to him, no matter what you guys are doing. it doesn’t matter if his friends invite him for a night out, he’s bringing you along and keeping his hand on your thigh the entire evening. it’s the same at school, after class he’ll bring you food and the two of you spend the whole break together; eating, holding hands and laughing about stupid things until he has to leave for class. if his classes finish before yours, you best believe he’s sitting outside your classroom, waiting to be with you again.

“finally, i’ve been waiting here for an hour.” “an hour? but jeongin, you could’ve just–” “i know. but i missed you. so let’s make out.”

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dreaminginpastels · 3 years ago

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hi, lovely!! i absolutely LOVE your writings! i was hoping i could request a young remus lupin x reader where the two are best friends, but harbor feelings for one another and both are too shy to make a move— then one night playing a drunken game of truth or dare in the common room with the girls and the marauders things get ✨fluffy✨ (bonus points for a plus size reader 👀💖)

hiccups and hijinks

pairing: young!remus lupin x plus size!fem!reader

summary: upon encountering an unfortunate bout of the hiccups, remus attempts to cheer you up, only to land the two of you a bonus assignment that ruins your respective Hogsmeade plans. rather than let the opportunity go to waste, the marauders and friends plan a surprise night of revels with fluffy consequences.

warnings: mentions of insecurity and self-doubt (in the form of the saddest summer nights from Grease boy/girl groups montage), but otherwise mostly fluff

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 3.5k (I know! who even am I?)

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You had a fit of hiccups. In Potions of all places. Because of course you did. You had hoped they would pass on their own - in an ideal world, they would disappear without so much as an odd glare from a classmate. Instead, they had persisted for about 15 minutes and with each minute that passed, you wanted to sink deeper and deeper into a hole.

The only comfort that you had was your best friend Remus, who, sitting beside you and keenly aware of your anxiety about being the centre of attention, had attempted various approaches to stop your hiccups without drawing attention - to no avail. He had now shifted to trying to make you laugh with witty comments and bad impressions of Slughorn under his breath. This had done nothing other than add mellifluous giggles on either end of your continuing bout of hiccups. To your surprise, it also provided an unmistakable blush on Remus’ cheeks.

You were preparing to tease him about this observation when Slughorn suddenly cleared his throat, embarrassed after having heard Remus’ unflattering impressions, and sarcastically asked that the two of you keep your clearly amusing discussion for your free periods. Your face now matched Remus’ blushing cheeks, much to the amusement of the rest of the Marauders and your best friends, Lily, Marlene, and Mary.

You tried desperately to focus on the class, but kept getting lost in Remus’ enchanting eyes and reassuring smile. You had fallen for him, hard, but had no idea if he felt the same. Yes, he went above and beyond to comfort you, would often end up sitting near you when your friendship groups hung out, and never went to Hogsmeade without surprising you with breathtakingly thoughtful gifts, but he was such a beautiful person that you were convinced he would do the same for anyone in need. That’s how big his heart was.

In your most vulnerable moments, you’d lay in bed wondering if you’d captured his heart the way he’d captured yours. And no matter how much your friends insisted that you must have, there was always a tiny seed of doubt in your chest. You’d decided that until he confessed to your face that he had feelings for you, that you would leave it alone in your mind. But that was proving to be easier said than done with his unrelenting charm and devotion to lifting your spirits.

He turned now towards you, utterly mortified to have brought attention to you; the one thing he was desperately trying to avoid.

“y/n, I’m so sorry-” he whispered, only to be cut off by another of your hiccups which were now increasing in volume and frequency; much to your mutual chagrin. He thought for a moment before continuing, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded rather than replying audibly, paranoid at the thought of bringing on another hiccup.

Remus smiled and reached out to hold your hand as he used his other to subtly raise his wand under your shared desk. He muttered a charm under his breath and you suddenly felt elated - on top of the world - and even more miraculously, your hiccups had vanished.

With a brief glance at Slughorn, who had turned to his textbook to respond to a question, you nudged Remus playfully. You weren’t sure if it was your sudden giddiness but you felt the words flow too easily out of your mouth. “Okay I am so indebted to you! Have I mentioned that you’re an amazing friend? I would be so lost without you. I’m so lucky that you’re such a genius. I don’t know what you did but I feel amazing! What charm did you use? We should party! Okay, we’re in class, maybe now isn’t the best time but we should celebrate!”

He chuckled at your rambling, dimples appearing as he studied your face with an intimacy you were convinced had never been there before. He leaned close and whispered, “I cast a cheering charm. It’s a type of counter-charm for hiccoughs so I thought it might work for you too. I’m so glad it did. Also, you tell me I’m an amazing friend literally every single day, it’s me that never says it enough to you.”

As he pulled away, you stared deep into his eyes and gently caressed his hand, running your thumb up and down across the back of his hand to the knuckle of his index finger. His eyes widened in surprise, but he leaned into you; evidently cherishing your touch. You were about to earnestly thank him once more when you suddenly erupted into a fit of giggles. Subtle at first, you could keep them under your breath, but within a minute or so, you couldn’t hold them in. They were loud, and disruptive enough that Slughorn gave you a secondary warning to no avail. The harder you tried to repress them, the stronger they came until Slughorn’s demeanor suddenly changed. With a flick of his wand, your giggles stopped, leaving you mortified and on the verge of tears. You turned to Remus, wide-eyed, only to find him mirroring your exact expression.

“y/l/n, Lupin,” he sighed as he glanced between you. “Stay behind after class.”

…

Remus felt like the scum of the Earth. All he ever wanted was to protect you from pain and embarrassment. Merlin knows he understood how tiring it was to loathe yourself day in and day out, and the day he’d met you, he vowed to do whatever he could to keep you from enduring the same fate.

As the two of you parted ways after speaking to Slughorn, you’d insisted that it wasn’t his fault and that you’d appreciated his efforts to stop your hiccups and cheer you up. He knew objectively that you would never lie to him, but despite his best efforts to believe your reassuring words, he could feel a shame spiral coming on. Fighting the demons in his mind, he sought out his fellow Marauders; the only people he knew he could always go to when his brain tried to pull him under.

“Moony, what in Merlin’s name was that in there?” James demanded as he threw an approving arm around Remus’ shoulders. Squeezing his upper arm in jest, he leaned closer to his friend’s bemused face. “Trying to cement your status as a mischief maker without the help of your dear pals?”

At this, Remus couldn’t help but break a smile. He could always count on James’ playful teasing to drag him out of even his worst mental states.

As usual, it wasn’t long before Sirius joined in the fun. “No, no, my foolish James, you are mistaken! We are in the presence of Sir Remus Lupin, gallant knight and fierce protector of fair maidens from the evil clutches of the hiccup monster.”

Midway through his proclamation, Sirius descended on a knee for dramatic effect, sending Peter into a hysterical fit of giggles while Remus rolled his eyes, smirking with amusement.

James instantly removed his arm from around Remus and joined Sirius on bended knee, each raising an arm to toast their friend with imaginary chalices, as they declared, together and loudly, “All hail Sir Remus, protector of fair maids!”

Graciously bowing, Remus bid his friends stand, grateful for their ridiculousness, “You know, sometimes I swear you two meet in private to rehearse this nonsense.”

Nervously glancing at each other, James and Sirius decided it best to spin Remus around and lead him towards their next class, eliciting amused chuckles from Remus and Peter.

“So, Remus, what did Slughorn actually want?” Peter piped up.

“I’ll be furious if we missed your knighting ceremony.” James quipped, smirking at Sirius.

Remus sighed. He figured he could only keep his head in the clouds for so long. “He assigned y/n and I this ridiculous homework task-”

“Hold on.” Sirius interjected, stopping in his tracks. The Marauders stopped alongside him. “Did I just hear Moony, our Moony, just use the words ridiculous and homework in the same sentence? Boy, you must be real smitten.”

Remus rolled his eyes, if only to distract his friends from the blush now coating his cheeks. “He set us an essay on ‘the ethics of everlasting elixirs’-”

“That’s not so bad!” Peter tried, reassuringly.

“-that’s due in three days.” Remus finished with a knowing look at his friends. “Which means…no Hogsmeade for me this year.”

James gasped dramatically. “But Moony, you were going to-”

“-finally tell y/n how you feel this trip!” Sirius finished for him, a sad look passing between the jokesters.

He nodded, crestfallen. “I guess it’s a sign? Maybe I’m not meant to tell her - she’s way out of my league anyway. I knew I never really had a chance.”

“Merlin, you’re a moron.” Sirius muttered under his breath. “That girl adores you, Moony. Has done since that first trip to Hogsmeade when you surprised her with that chocolate daisy that you had specially made. I know you have a world of demons in that head of yours convincing you otherwise but open your damn eyes for once and realise that you deserve happiness as much as the next man. Unless the next man is James or I - you’re a much better person than we are.”

“Hey!” James feigned annoyance, playfully punching Sirius in the arm before returning his attention to Remus. “Okay but seriously, Padfoot is right. You deserve love Remus - exactly as you are.”

Remus scoffed, prompting James to lay a hand on his shoulder. Searching Remus’ eyes, he lowered his voice and asked in a sincere tone, “Do you trust us?”

At that, Remus pulled away - his eyes failing to leave the ground. “I do, but I can’t do that to her. She deserves a love that I can’t give her.”

Running a hand through his hair, he sighed, defeated. “Merlin, I can’t even cure a bout of hiccups without making her worst fears come true. Look, I appreciate you boys but I really just…need to not think about confessing to her for a while. I owe her that.”

…

“Hey, this isn’t so bad!” Mary started, “I know it’s no Hogsmeade, but it’s three days spending quality time with Remus. If you look at it that way, it’s practically a dream come true for you!”

You sighed, patiently. “I know you mean well, Mary, but it’s an impossible assignment. We’ll be lucky to get it done at all…”

“Okay, what kind of sadistic lunatic sets an impossible assignment to two sixth years for uncontrollable giggling in class?”

At Marlene’s serious tone, you couldn’t help but chuckle - which only encouraged her.

“I mean, seriously, it’s like he’s got no life. Wasn’t he young and in love once?”

You gulped and looked around erratically, before scolding her. “Would you keep your voice down? Anyone could hear you!”

She rolled her eyes, “What, scared that Remus might hear me? Merlin, wouldn’t it be awful for him to realise you’re as madly in love with him as he is with you?!”

Lily giggled at your pouty face. “You’re adorable. I know you don’t see it but Remus is a twit if he doesn’t notice. Plus, you two are probably tied for the Wizarding World’s biggest heart. Would you just give the guy the benefit of the doubt and tell him you adore him?”

You looked into the supporting faces of your friends, and practically crumbled with appreciation. “I love and appreciate every one of you, but you’ve got to understand.This stuff? It doesn’t happen for me-”

“Hey, now-” Mary started, trying to comfort you.

“-No, it’s true. And that’s okay. I’m not ashamed of who I am or the way I look, I’m just saying that it’s a reality for me. I’m not the one that can make a guy weak in the knees with a wink-” You smirked at Marlene.

“-I’m not the one that guys ask out again and again because they can’t get enough of my witty banter-” You turned to Lily, who smiled sadly at you in reply.

“-and I don’t have the ability to love myself no matter how much others try to make me feel inadequate.” You smiled gently at Mary, who seemed touched at your words.

“I don’t know if I could handle rejection from one of the people that I love most in this world,” You picked yourself up from the floor of the Common Room where you all sat, and headed towards your dorm. Turning back to your friends, you sighed sadly. “I hope you can understand.”

…

Returning from their trip to Hogsmeade, the Marauders and girls went to check on their friends who had been cooped up in the library almost non-stop over the past few days, only to find the most adorable sight imaginable.

Intending to dramatically announce their entrance, Lily had a split second to cover James’ mouth as she noticed you and Remus slumped over on your joint study desk. She gestured to the rest of the company with her remaining index finger over her lips and crept towards the desk for a better view; eliciting a disappointed groan from James as she removed her hand from his face.

As they reached the desk, they noticed you and Remus laying against each other, snuggled adorably, surrounded by mountains of textbooks and a half-written Potions essay. Lily gestured to the group to head back out to the hallway, where they devised the perfect plan - they would give their hardworking friends a much-deserved break with a night of revels. Assigning responsibilities amongst themselves, they keenly departed to prepare what would surely be a night to remember.

…

“Wakey-wakey lovebirds!”

You stirred gently only to realise that you were snuggled into Remus’ chest, with his arms protectively around you. He woke a moment after, and seemed similarly embarrassed by your intimate embrace. Your mutual moment of tenderness was interrupted by the boisterous face of James, beaming in front of you with a knowing smirk.

Sighing in annoyance to hide your embarrassment, you looked up at James. “Welcome back, how was Hogsmeade?”

With a hand across his forehead, and another on his heart, James dramatically replied, “Awful without my two dear friends! The butterbeer didn’t taste as sweet, the chocolate was bitter…”

You and Remus rolled your eyes in sync, to James’ amusement, before Remus replied. “Wonderful. What do you need from us?”

“Your presence is requested at the Common Room - the two of you have been working far too hard and deserve a break full of jollity!”

The two of you exchanged a look, but before you could insist that you had plenty more work to do, Lily entered the library to check on James’ progress, and, noting that you were still seated, grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the Library - leaving the two boys to assemble your textbooks and follow you.

…

When you arrived at the Common Room, you were greeted by enchanted decorations, plenty of snack foods and alcohol, and the lively dancing and enthusiastic chatting of your friends, who were currently scattered around the communal space.

You spent the night circling the room, talking with your friends about their Hogsmeade trip and the progress that you and Remus had made with your assignment, and stealing longing glances at Remus every chance you got. Usually you could keep your aesthetic appreciation of the boy in check, but a few beers and you were finding it hard to tear your eyes off him. Sirius clearly noticed, and had on more than one occasion wiggled his eyebrows at you knowingly when he caught your eye. A few hours into the night though, and he’d had enough. Sighing, he moved to the centre of the room and loudly proclaimed a game of truth or dare. You rolled your eyes, but nevertheless moved with your friends to join the large circle that now filled the room.

“Alright, how about you begin, my dear Moony?” Sirius asked, amusedly.

Remus gulped and turned to James, “Prongs, truth or dare?”

“Dare, of course.” He winked at Lily, eliciting an audible groan in response.

“I dare you to serenade a person of your choice for 3 minutes.”

“Why Remus, it would be my pleasure!”

Lily turned to you and retorted, “This is going to be the longest 3 minutes of my life.”

Chuckling, you gave her a pat of reassurance and had another sip of your beer, thankful that Remus hadn’t chosen you.

After a few rounds of entertaining truths and dares, the inevitable happened.

“Moony, my love.” Sirius cooed, turning to Remus. “Would you care for a truth or a dare?”

Shaking his head in defeat, Remus replied, “Dare, I guess?”

Sirius laughed mischievously. “Excellent. I dare you to go into our dorm room and tell y/n your biggest secret.”

Yours and Remus’ eyes opened wide in unison as you stared at each other across the circle, before reluctantly standing up and heading to the dorm room.

Once seated on Remus’ bed, you turned to him and placed a comforting hand on his leg - the alcohol making you bolder than usual. “Rem, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. I don’t want to force something sensitive because of a stupid dare from one of our moronic friends.”

He smiled gratefully for a moment before glancing down to your hand on his leg, lost in thought. “No, I- uh, I’ll tell you. Yeah! I can tell you.”

You smiled encouragingly, squeezing his leg as you looked up at him tenderly. “Hey, it can’t be worse than the time you finally mustered up the courage to tell me you’re a werewolf, huh?”

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’d think not, right?”

“Hey, you were worried I’d be scared away when you told me that, and I’m still here, right? And I always will be, no matter what’s about to come out of your mouth. You’ve been there for me in some of my toughest times, you’ve never judged me for how I look or the things that I say and do no matter how embarrassing, and have always comforted me when I needed it most. I’m not going anywhere, Remus.”

Something in your speech caught Remus’ attention. “Sorry, uh, the way you look?”

You sighed, “Yeah, you’d be surprised at the number of people that don’t even take the time to get to know me because I’m plus-sized. It’s always meant a lot to me that it doesn’t seem to matter to you.”

Instantly placing his hand on top of yours and looking deep into your eyes. “It’s not an issue for me. It’s never been an issue for me. You’re beautiful y/n. I’ve always thought so. And not just on the outside, which, you absolutely are, but who you are. You see the beauty in everyone and make even the most…uh…undeserving people feel seen and valued. It’s just one of the things that makes me utterly love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Remus looked up at you nervously, searching your eyes for some glint of hope that you felt the same way, that his leap hadn’t been for nothing. That you wouldn’t abandon him the way he feared you would. He could feel a tear running down his cheek, as grateful as he was to have finally told you how he felt, he was so damn scared that you’d leave him.

Noticing the tear, you quickly moved to the dorm room door and opened it, summoning an item from your room before closing it again and rushing back to Remus on the bed.

He looked up at you with an expression that broke your heart, as if you held his heart in your hands. You reached up with your free hand and gently wiped the tear from his cheek and smiled up at him tenderly. “I was going to save this until after we finished the essay as a thank you for putting up with me, but I think it’s best that I give it to you right now. To show you how much I completely, unconditionally, love you, Remus John Lupin.”

He leaned forward then in expectation and relief, unbelievable fondness etched across his face in an expression so intimate that you could barely believe it was just for you. Keeping your eyes locked to his in a tender gaze, you used your free arm to turn his hand while you reached around and placed his gift into his now outstretched palm. You indicated that he should look down and, following your lead, he reluctantly broke your gaze to glance down at the chocolate rose in his calloused hand.

This caused him to break into joyful tears as he looked back up at you in disbelief and fondness at the gift reminiscent of his first innocent profession of love to you so many years ago. You smiled gently at him, “Eat. You’ll feel better.”

a/n: hello lovely, thank you so much for your request (and for your beautiful words 🥰) this one made me so happy when I saw it - especially because I’m plus-sized and remus is my all time favourite fictional character ☺️ I’m so sorry that it’s taken so long for me to get around to writing it but I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be! please feel free to request again and to let me know your thoughts 🧡

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to my dear followers, I’m so sorry that it has been such a long break from my last story! I was in some theatre shows that took pretty much all of my time, attention, and energy, but now I’m back and really missing writing so please feel free to send in asks and/or requests, or just say hi! really excited to do some more frequent writing on here, and I’m so very thankful (as always) for your support. I love and missed you all 🤍

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imagineimpact · 3 years ago

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Could i request Diluc angst oneshot where reader and him get into a big disagreement or argument where Diluc makes them cry and feel really bad about themself so they go and end up hanging out with Kaeya a bit much cause he offered to cheer reader up and Diluc won't apologize. until he see's his s/o hanging out with Kaeya

I actually wrote 2 different versions of the ending for this, but this is the one I decided to go with! If you want the more angsty version do let me know.

Anyway,

Harsh Words

Diluc x Reader

Screaming. Yelling that could be heard throughout the Dawn Winery residence late into the night, heard only by the maids, the night security, and perhaps a late worker or two.

And of course, by the two individuals who held the voices.

It was rather unusual for the two of you to be at odds; and, on the occasion in which you were, it wasn’t nearly to this degree.

But the two of you were outright screaming at each other. It wasn’t even about one thing anymore - it was everything. Whatever you had been arguing about had reached the point of irrelevance; It never should have reached this point and you knew that, but you were under fire and you couldn’t stop.

All you knew was that this was Diluc’s fault, and that you couldn’t take this kind of argument.

“If you just thought about your actions for once-”

You cut him off, “Oh don’t try me with that, you’re the one treating me like I’m an idiot and trying to control my-”

“If you had just listened for once and been less of a selfish bitch then I wouldn’t have to!”

His words had cut far deeper than either of you had expected, and you physically recoiled at the words, a sudden wave washing over you which forced tears from your eyes. The truth in his words was irrelevant - It felt true, even if it wasn’t.

You turn away from him. In spite of your state, he makes no move toward you. None, not even to give you the slightest feel of any comfort. You knew - he wanted the words to cut through you.

You go to the door and slip on your shoes, leaving the room as fast as you humanly could.

You can’t take this anymore.

But you don’t make it past the front door. As if by telepathy, Diluc has two of his night security waiting by the door in a stance showing you that they’re ready to make sure you don’t leave. They block your path, silent in their menace. When you turn around, only then do you notice Adelinde and Hille quietly staring at you. Diluc’s footsteps down the stairs are a slow horror, an even pace which served to only emphasize that feeling of dread; Very easily, this felt like the perfect time to be murdered.

The drawl of footsteps approach, yet cease a few meters away - he’s far too distant to do anything himself. His eyes lock on yours, quietly assessing you.

“Diluc, let me leave.” You hiss through streaming tears. You nearly choke on the tension in the air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes don’t show any expression, show any remorse or guilt, or even happiness. Truly, there is nothing in his eyes.

“Let me make myself clear: You are not leaving this premises in the middle of the night. Do you understand me?”

“Not even slightly.”

Silence. His eyes flicker, the way they do when he sees an abyss mage, or when Kaeya makes a comment that goes a little too far - pure anger.

“Adelinde, fix up the guest room.”

“No need. I’ll be leaving now.” You scoff.

Diluc tilts his head, peering over you and towards his security as if to say ‘don’t you fucking dare let them through’.

Then another look, and you feel yourself being pushed into the house again, the slam of the doors behind you.

A wave of anger washes over you, and you can’t help the excess of tears that fall, harder now than they had been before.

Diluc holds his ground, staring at you silently. You shake your head and look away, not sure what to do with yourself. Their staring puts you in pure disarray.

“Adelinde.”

“Yes, sorry.” She mutters, bowing and taking her leave in the direction of the guest bedroom in order to prepare it for you.

When she’s gone, you shake your head. “I’m not going to be sleeping.”

“Then stay in your room. I don’t care.” He huffs, turning away and wandering back up the stairs, his footsteps seeming less menacing now.

The argument was done.

Your eyes catch a light outside the window, seeming to exist a far distance away. Maybe it was the fire of a hilichurl camp.

What time was it? Surely the sun would be up soon anyway.

Fine. You would leave then, no matter what.

When you got to your room, you actually did manage to sleep. Not nearly enough; An hour was nothing in the long run, but it was still just slightly enough to not feel entirely exhausted.

Still, the sun was up when you arose, and you lay in the bed, uncertain as to what would happen when you left the room.

If Diluc wasn’t going to apologise, you wanted nothing to do with him.

So, after a little while of resting, it was a surprise to hear a knock at the door. You were summoned to breakfast. Nearly the entire time, you and Diluc sat across from each other - an oddity indeed considering he would always insist that he wanted you seated beside him - this time, however, you were as far from his as possible within the confines of the seated table. The usually empty seat felt hard beneath you, not softened by an everyday presence. Your usual seat to his right - where your plate had been placed before you had taken it to where you were now - was empty.

Neither of you could look into each other’s eyes. The silence, broken only by the light clinks of cutlery, felt burdenous.

You expected him to say something, anything really. You could barely eat the food on your breakfast plate, and without any words, you didn’t feel all too comfortable anyway. You let out a quiet sigh and stood up, tucking in your chair and lifting your plate to take it back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Diluc’s voice was quiet but the harshness in it was unmistakable.

“I’m not hungry.” You looked down at the plate in your hands. “I’m going to Mondstadt.”

Diluc stood up suddenly, pushing back his chair and stepping close to you. The sudden movement caused you to shutter slightly, and he pulled back a bit. Still, he tore the plate from your hands and placed it on the table. “When you return, be ready to have a serious conversation.”

Oh.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then huffed and turned away. “Right. I’ll look forward to getting yelled at again.”

Diluc scoffed, “Stop acting like a petulant child.”

“I’m not doing this right now, Diluc.” Your feet are moving before you can even think about it. This time, as you approached the door, no one was there to stop you. You left with no present company to watch over you, and you knew that today was going to be a long, long day.

——

Mondstadt thrives with life, as per usual. Because of how bright and pleasant the place is, any spec of gloom is extremely obvious on a day like this.

You took to the adventurers guild to take some commissions. Maybe killing some hilichurls or slimes would take your mind off of it all, or maybe just delivering some needed materials to someone.

The entire time you had been speaking to Katheryn, you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t want to make it obvious you knew. Alas, it was only moments later that you startled at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to be so surprised.” The familiar voice chuckles beside you.

“Good morning, Kaeya.” You let out a soft sigh, the exhaustion of the day before wearing into you. You thanked Katheryn and turned your attention to Kaeya. His eyebrows twitched and his expression shifted as he studied you.

“What happened?” He asks rather blatantly, eyes clouding over. “Was it Diluc?”

You took a deep breath. “Wanna join me for commissions?”

Kaeya scans your eyes. “As long as you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come on.” You nod, wandering out of Mondstadt with him.

The slowly falling night brought you back to Mondstadt. You agreed to go to the tavern with Kaeya, a subtle kind of thank you for spending time with you today. It wasn’t like you were doing anything else anyway.

The tavern was already busy before you got there, people crowding around for a nights drink. You subconsciously step towards Kaeya as if shading yourself away from the crowded atmosphere and he is wary of your proximity. He draws you to his side, a friendly notion, and steps inside before you.

Charles waves at you both from behind the counter. Kaeya quickly orders a round of drinks and takes you to a table away from the bar.

“Hey, look who’s been dragged in.” Rosaria wanders over, quietly making soft chatter with you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend some time together.

Kaeya eventually wanders away, grabbing your drinks and bringing them back over.

Time seemed to dwindle away, the mindless chatter with your friends giving you more than ample distraction from anything else that might have been happening.

“Master Diluc! Didn’t expect to see you here today.” Charles’ voice rings out.

Of course, that wasn’t going to last long.

You lift your head slightly, tensing up. Diluc is scanning the room, twisting his wrist lightly as he speaks quietly to Charles; The words miss you. You freeze as your eyes lock. For just a moment you’re caught in that discerning gaze before he nods at you and turns back to talk to Charles. Kaeya draws your attention back away, and you slip back into your conversation, not wanting to deal with anything else.

“I’ll get another round.” Rosaria gets up and makes her way through the tavern, leaning over the bar and making another order for the table.

“How many are we on?” You ask, already flushed from the… how many glasses had you even had?

“Five.” Kaeya laughs, leaning on your shoulder. “But now that the killjoy’s here, he’ll stop us from having our well-earned fun.”

“I heard that.” Diluc scoffed, passing by you.

“Good.” Kaeya wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, more out of a delicate affection than anything else. Diluc’s eyes narrow at his brother, who just laughs in response.

“Get your hands off of-“

“Oh don’t worry, brother. I would never keep them somewhere they don’t want to be.” Kaeya mocks. “You, on the other hand, can’t say the same.” Even with his words, he loosens his hold on you and leans back a bit.

Rosaria returns with your round, greeting Diluc casually as she slips back into her seat. Your pissed off boyfriend wanders away back to his work.

It clicks in your hazy mind that the only reason he’s here is likely because you are. You laugh at the thought, then clink your tankard to the group and drink.

—

As the evening wears down, many people in the bar until it’s pretty much only your group and a few others left there. Diluc lets out a soft sigh as he watches you, trying to soften that jealous pounding of his heart. He takes a sip of his own drink - apple cider, of course. He could never slam back drinks the way that your group currently were. Where had the hours gone?

Oh, no. How many drinks had you had? Whatever was next, he swore to himself that he would make sure that it was watered down. At this rate, you were pretty much welcoming alcohol poisoning with open arms.

Kaeya, wobbly as ever, decides to be the one to approach the bar this time (mostly because Rosaria was leaning against the table, head folded into her arms as she groaned). Diluc shook his head. “No, no. The three of you will drink this whole tavern dry if I don’t stop you.”

“Oh, I’m not here to get any more.” He leans on the countertop. “I just want to know what the hell you did.” Kaeya motions over to you. You’re just giggling at Rosaria’s complaining, leaning over and patting her on the head.

“I’m not talking to you about this.” Diluc leans back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Suit yourself.” He straights up. “I should probably get her out of here before you say something stupid.”

“I’m not going to be saying anything stupid.” Diluc shakes his head, looking over the list of all the drinks you’ve had this evening. “You’re all wasted.”

“And yet, you haven’t said last call.”

Seemingly to spite him, DIluc immediately does. He signals over to Charles to round up the remaining people. He knew to leave you last.

Kaeya’s laugh is enough to haunt him. “You make this right, Diluc.” He runs his finger over the counter. “Otherwise I will.”

“Get out of my sight.”

The cavalry captain laughs again, then wanders over to your table. He practically drags Rosaria back up, but she pushes away from him and made her own way to the counter - always a good spirit, she paid for her own portion of drinks and left. Being a nun, she probably didn’t need to use the money elsewhere.

Kaeya was two steps away from just carrying you out the door, but through his drunk mind he finds the clarity to understand just how absolutely inappropriate that would be to do, especially in front of Diluc. Alas, you lean on his shoulder as he assists your steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diluc’s voice calls out, as if to stop you both.

“Usual billing.” Kaeya calls back.

“No, no.” You both look back at him. He shifts on his feet, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be damned if you go home with him.”

“Then damned you are.” You roll your eyes, turning away.

He calls your name softly. “Step away from him. Come here.”

You take a deep breath. “I am so glad I don’t have to remember any of this.”

Diluc places a glass of water in front of you. “Drink this. You wreak of alcohol.”

“And you wreak of your hatred.” You sit down in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t about to get better.

Diluc’s eyes flicker up to Kaeya. “Get out.”

“Not happening.”

“Kaeya, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Their safety is more than enough concern.”

“It’s alright, Kaeya, just wait outside.” You pipe in, not wanting even more stress.

Kaeya agrees, quietly slipping out the door. Charles is told to escort him away, an act which may have varying success.

Either way, you sat in front of Diluc, not sure what exactly to say to him.

“I’m tired, Diluc. I’m tired of this. I can’t put up with-“

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, interrupting you. “Please, hear me out.”

“I’m not going to remember-“

“Then I’ll tell you again when you will.” He leans over the counter, not wanting to be apart from you. He calls your name again, as if to hold your attention, “Can we talk about this?”

“I think we talked about this already.” You groan. “Yesterday, plenty of yelling. The Maids and guards can confirm.”

Diluc takes a long breath out. You lift the glass of water and take an even longer sip.

Maybe the barrier of the counter between you made you feel better. But, as tears sprung to your eyes, you felt so, so much worse.

“Do you hate me?” You ask, your voice squeaking. “Do you want to break up with me.”

“No, Y/N.” He reaches for your hands, but you had pushed your stool too far away from him beforehand that he couldn’t. He circles around the bar and gently grabs both of your hands, soft enough in his hold for you to be able to pull away. “Don’t ever say that. I love you.”

“Then, why?” You sob, turning your face away from him, hands still in his. “Why did you yell at me? Why wouldn’t you talk to me this morning?”

“I…“ Diluc stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I was angry. We were both angry.” He shifts, pulling out a stool and sitting in front of you. “I wasn’t acting rationally.”

“When you said you wanted to talk this morning, what were you going to say?”

Diluc hesitates, gripping your hands just a little bit harder. “I was going to ask… I was going to ask if you were happy.” He admitted, quietly. “But I can’t do that. I can’t put you through that.”

You tug him toward you, pulling his hands close to your face. “Why would you say that? I love you.” You sob into his soft skin.

He takes his hands away from your gently, slipping them around your waist and pulling you close to him, into his lap. He tightens his grip. “I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I’m so sorry. I never want you to cry.” He feels his heartbeat heavily in his chest, a distraught washing over him. “Don’t ever destroy yourself like this again.” He runs a hand over your back.

You don’t say anything. You’re way too drunk for many more coherent thoughts to pass your lips. You lift your head and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he softly kisses your forehead, pulling you back to his chest so that you don’t try to kiss him anymore - He wasn’t about to let that happen, you were far too drunk.

Diluc was ashamed of his thoughts. His guilt, rising only when he saw you in the present company of his brother, showing affection and finding comfort anywhere except for him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, nor to you, but as you cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment in himself that washed over. Why could he never be there for the people who needed him most?

“Come on, finish your water, let’s get you home.” He insists, though he holds you tightly still until you stir.

You take the water, sipping it with a slight indignance. He would have to apologize to you again in the morning, but he would do anything to get you to trust him again.

(Part 2 here)

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