gumi

me!

✰ i'm gumii <33 ! she/they pronouns please ty

notes :

✧ i write for fun so pls do not mind inconsistencies snd grammatical errors

✧ ive been off this app for 4 years how r we guys

✧ requests are acknowledged but writing period is indefinite

✧ in my jjk phase

𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 :

✑ mistake (zhongli and reader pt. 1 and 2. 800+ notes together but like 6 of them r from me 💋)

✑ grief (xxx and reader. 110+ notes)

𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 :

✒ crying

hello everyone! m so borredduhhh

sorry for inconsistencies, typos, and grammatical errors!

your boyfriend, gojo, loves to bother you. wait— “love” would actually even be an understatement as to how much he enjoys disturbing your peace. you often wonder if he actually has a job, because someway and somehow, he’s always following you around like a dog, poking your face, and making unnecessary sounds that only contribute to the ever-increasing noise pollution.

a prime example of this is when you were watching a movie when gojo suddenly bursts into the room and pounces on you, catching you off guard. you aren’t even able to pause the movie before he places his hands on you and starts tickling you all over. “waaitt! toruu-!” you nearly scream as his fingers dance along your waist, making you fold into the ticklish spots.

you try to kick him off, your body growing weak from his touch. but no matter how hard you try, he only tickles and holds onto you stronger. you try and boot him to get him to stop, but his reflexes are much quicker than your advances. he somehow avoids all your kicking and even tickles you harder as revenge.

“hey, baby! thought you could get me huh?” he giggles before lifting your shirt and diving his head onto your stomach. his warm kisses caressing your skin in a way that makes you feel like jelly. he laughs at how loud you’re exclaiming, the vibrations from his voice only make your insides feel tickled too.

“satoruu— hah— enougghh!” you exclaim between laughs and pants. he doesnt stop though— his attacks on you only getting stronger. you try using your hands to push his head off this time, but still to no avail.

he crawls off of you and clamps your legs shut between his arm, making you unable to move. “toru, what are you-“ you ask before his fingers graze the soles of your feel crazily. you cackle loudly, your arms flailing around like an inflatable man at a car dealership.

he flashes his adorable smile that nearly reaches his ears. “guess my baby really is that ticklish, huh!” he blurts. in an attempt to make your suffering stop, you try to sit up, but he only pushes you down.

“who said i’m done with you, huh, baby girl?” he comments as he watches you curl up like a worm. he admires how big you’re smiling, how your chest is heaving from how hard you’re trying to catch your breath, and how delightful your laughs are. your grin flashes under the light, nearly blinding the man on top of you.

moments like this makes his week so much better, and thats why he refuses to stop bugging you. you laugh alongside him, indulging in his avid attempts to get your attention on him and stripping it away from everything else.

your eyes swell with tears as your face is turning red. gojo’s fingers still running all around your body, and you’re unable to fight it any longer. he engulfs your face with kisses, his mouth even lingering around other parts of your body sometimes. his fingers continuously toying with every crevice in an effort to make you feel like all your bones were gone.

your laughter soon turns into panting from how tired you are. “ya finally give up, baby? can’t laugh no more?” he teases, eventually stopping his tickle ambush, yet he still holds you down.

“mhmm” you say as you nod and huff from exhaustion, a big smile plastered on your face. your cheeks have a slight pink tint, lashes wet from how hard you were laughing. he stares lovingly at you before he digs himself into your chest. he listens to how fast your heart is beating, how excited and exhilarated he made you from his touch.

you use this time of silence as a way to get revenge. gojo suddenly roars in laughter when you tickle his neck, down to his waist. he’s wriggling all over you and before you know it, his hands are back on you too.

i guess you’re gonna have to rewind that movie later when you’re done dealing with your satoru.

spoiler for s2 jjk! and this is js some random fic cus i feel like my writing is gonna rot again if i dont make smth ok bye

#dragpath #nanami

sorry for ooc or inconsistency or grammatical errors… im js bored af

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you miss your husband more and more after every waking day.

kento meant a lot to you— maybe too much, even.

the moment you received the news, you could do nothing but sit on the couch and stare at the whiskey he wasn’t able to finish the night before his departure. denial sinks in like sludge, slowly moving down your shoulders in a manner that felt disgusting. you tried your best to wash it off of your skin, but it seemed like it had tattooed itself onto you. every scrub over your weak arms felt painful, scuffing up your skin till it turned red. no hurt could ever equal to what he probably felt in his last moments.

finding out about his death was fairly quick to sink in; learning to get by without your beloved husband was the most excruciating and slow part.

every morning, he spends at least half an hour just cuddling you, basking in your scent and enjoying your presence before forcibly getting by without it for 8 hours. sometimes, you wake up and enjoy the moment with him too. but on other occasions, you stay sound asleep. your soft snores put him in a trance, delighted that you’re all his. he doesn’t mind though, as long as you’re the first part of his routine, he’s ready to start the day.

waking up nowadays feels like dragging around a ball and chain. your feet feel heavier, every move you make is sluggish, and your head can’t escape the thought of having kento away forever. you try to eat, maybe even drink some water, but it feels like there’s a cork in your throat. nothing can get past the black hole engulfing your appetite everyday.

ever since he left, you’ve never moved the glass of whiskey on your wooden table. all watered down, luke-warm, aromatic. you stare at the cup for hours at a time, barely even noticing that time flies by. you cant bear to pick it up either. it was the last thing your husband had touched before he faded away in the glimpse of an eye.

the night before he left, he mentioned how much he would miss you on his trip. constantly fighting and saving civilians would tire him out, and all he wanted to do was curl up in your arms till both of you fell asleep. you giggle, telling him that his fantasies will come true once he’d finished the job. you assure him, caressing his cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. you let go and he smirks as you fix his hair.

the glass remains unmoved, untouched, unable to be finished by the one who intended to drown out his worries behind the taste of oak and vanilla.

he would usually sit in his designated seat with a book in hand and alcohol on the table. you always found it endearing that kento had such a side to him despite his intimidating demeanor at work. you often wonder if he ever truly had that side to him, or did you bring out that side of him when you two fell in love.

either way, he’s on the other side now, just watching over you and admiring you from above.

kento uses his angelic capabilities to follow you around the house, seeing what you’re up to now that he’s gone. he sees you try to finish a cup of water, though you barely do before you’re coughing up. he winces, knowing that he was the one who constantly motivated you to stay hydrated throughout the day. he watches you rummage through the fridge only to close it in disappointment. he’s hurting seeing his wife in such a dreadful state. you used to love eating, especially with your husband right across from you. now, you cant even finish a plate of food.

one of the things that hurt kento most is when you sat alone at the table, doing whatever you could do just to get by. he imagined how many holidays and birthdays you guys had spent at that old piece of wood. your birthdays, anniversaries, christmases, valentines’. his brows furrowed at the thought of you having to spend those days all alone.

at night, he pats you to sleep, his still soul lays beside his hurting, sobbing wife. he hushes you to slumber, his heart unable to fathom the fact you’re crying by yourself and he can’t come to comfort you. he can only do so much as a ghost— even though he wishes he could do so much more.

it was truly tough trying to settle in yourself that you’d never see the little things your husband used to do for you ever again.

the morning hugs, the compliments about how beautiful you are, the way he covered any sharp corner with his hand when you’d duck under, the assurance that he’s only yours through and through, the smiles in every photo, the constant reminder of how grateful he is to have you for life. but little did he know, he had so little life left.

deep down in his heart, he’s grateful for what had happened to him. not only has he fulfilled his duty as a sorcerer, but his entire being fills with fear as he doubts that you’d still love him if ever he did survive. his burned skin contrasted heavily to his original tone, creating a perfect divide down the middle. he was afraid that if you saw him enter through the front door, you’d take a step back from disgust. you always complimented him, how he’s so handsome and you’re the luckiest in the world. what compliment would you give him now that he’s “ugly”? what kind of person would love a man who looked like him?

this didn’t matter to you though. even if you didn’t know it, the universe had set that in stone for you. you would have loved your husband despite his change in appearance, and you’d even be so proud of how brave he is for fighting against the pain and suffering he faced on the battlefield. you never saw what he looked like before he died, let alone after. all you can do is imagine how hurt he must have been, yet delighted that he was still able to kiss you goodbye before leaving.

you still try your best to get by everyday, your efforts inching closer to an adequate amount to get yourself going. you try your best to remind yourself that that is what kento would want: keep moving and dont be held back by what you cannot change.

be strong and never stop loving yourself for him.

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i hope this tickled ur feathers…

nanami is never ugly to me ☹️ hes the strongest man in the world! i miss him everyday he is gone and i wish he could’ve experienced his beach fantasies even once. long live the blonde king of the jungle

omg hello tumblr imy,,, in my new phase and probs js using this to store random fics… anw #toji #jjk

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“toji, pleassee?” you beg, eyes big and round like a puppy asking for a treat. he just eyes you up and down before diverting his attention back to the berries he was crushing for his morning yogurt.

“please! all my friends have dates and i’m the only one without one. im gonna look like a loser.” you plead again. toji remains unmoved by your request, resolute on his disinterest in partying with random people in a public setting.

“what are you gonna dress up as, anyway? another bimbo from one of your freak fantasy movies?” he retorts, earning a big pout from you.

“no… i was thinking we could go as, you know, a cat and a dog?” “wow, doll. come back to me when you have something more original, m‘kay?” he laughs, finding your idea pathetic. you’re pissed off. you hate how he insulted your unique costume idea last year, so much so that you vowed yourself to wear something more normal this halloween.

you plop down on the couch in deep thought. you don’t want to go as anything else, though. you’ve already bought your accessories online. maybe even his too. so you just sit in desperate silence, no thoughts entering your head but pure annoyance at his mean comments. he notices it too. he glances over his shoulder to see what you were doing, being all silent like that. he puts down his spoon and walks over.

“have you thought of a new costume?” he asks, placing himself beside you, the couch dipping where he is. you slightly lift up because of the difference of your weight. “no, toji. that’s all i have. and i dont even have anyone to go with!” you exclaim, finally picking up your phone. he watches your face that displays furrowed brows and a frown. he smirks at your expression. he finds it cute; how youre so persistent on him going with you.

you scroll through your contacts, finding someone you could ask to the party. all your girl friends have dates, and youre the last woman standing. toji just has his arm laid out on the headrest, the tips of his calloused fingers lightly grazing your bare shoulder, and hes spelling out his name on you. you being oblivious, of course, you dont notice. he has you in a metaphorical headlock, but you dont know it.

his rough skin complements your soft, smooth complexion. he finds it endearing that even though you two have completely different features and personalities, you mix together just right.

after a few minutes of silence, toji gets up and goes back to mixing whatever he was making in the kitchen. “oh! ill just invite gojo! that guy’s always down for a party.” you blurt out, maybe a bit too loud. the name rings unbearably in toji’s ear. really? out of all the good guys out there, you decided to go for that fucker? he’s pissed, nearly bending the spoon in half with just his thumb. veins appear on his temple, and the urge to shout at you rises from his belly, up to his throat.

“no, you can’t go with gojo.” he counters. he tries to hide his frustration as much as he can cause he knows he has no right to tell you who you can and can’t go with. but he thinks this is payment for protecting you when you’re outside together. by “protecting”, he means standing over you with a demeaning grin, your body engulfed in his shadow.

“and who are you to dictate who i cant go with, huh?” you snark. “‘cus he’s fucked so many pussies, you could tell his cock is all floppy, y’know?” he laughs, the yogurt barely spilling out of the bowl from how angry he’s mixing.

“well, i don’t care about his cock. i dont want it. all i want is someone to go with to the party.” you sulk. deep wrinkles settle in between his thick brows, knuckles turning a pristine white as he swings the fridge open and slams it closed.

“angry much?” “you’re not going with gojo, doll.” “and who are you to dictate me around?” you argue with each other like you’ve been married for years. “you always do this, toji! you’re not my dad, let alone my boyfriend! im messaging gojo right now.” “as if he’ll reply to you?” he responds, nearly shouting, the anger bubbling rapidly in his mouth like he’s got rabies. “yeah, cause hes my friend!” “you think he approached you cause he wants to be friends? he only approached you cause he wants to fuck you. that’s all there is to that. and you’re too fucking dumb to see through it.”

your push each other’s buttons for fun sometimes, but not like this. your words feel like knives against each others skin, racing to see who’s blood drops first. and in the end, you bled out faster.

“you brat.” “i hate you, toji! who says i have to follow you anyway?!” you storm off to your room, slamming the door heavily behind you.

he stands in silence as he watches your aura fade away, spoon still in hand. how is he still mixing his dumb yogurt?!

you were never really romantic with toji. your everyday interactions always felt more like a hangout than a date. you cook, wash the dishes, and do the laundry; he folds the said laundry, cleans, and repairs any structural damage around the place. when you’re out having dates with your friends, he cant help but deny that he does indeed miss your warm presence. your perfume fills up his lungs, sending signals rapidly to his brain as if you were a drug.

you, on the other hand, accept that you do miss toji fushigiro when he goes out. you’re not embarrassed to admit it to him, especially when he’s squeezing his gigantic feet into his loafers for his date.

directly messing with each other’s dating life was something neither of you did. what you guys did do though, is discuss the date over a light breakfast the following day. someone will lay out the pros and cons, and both of you will come to a decision if the date was worth seeing again. none of your dates passes toji’s standards, and only 1 date of his passed yours.

a few splashes of yogurt are scattered on the marble counter, a direct result of toji’s lack of anger management skills. he scoffs at what had just happened. the words you threw, the doors you’ve slammed. it felt like a blur in his head, a memory he already wanted to erase before it even fully registered.

a pit opens up in his stomach, a black hole sucking up the anger and leaving a puddle of guilt. he knew to himself he had no right to shout at you like that, especially because he had already upset you by denying your invite. he didn’t want to hurt his roomie, but he didnt want to hurt his pride either. he paces around the kitchen— even reaching the living room— deciding whether he’ll say sorry or not.

“fuck this.” he whispers, mad at the fact he has to apologize, and mad at the fact he spoke like that to you. he sheepishly walks over to your door, feet nearly dragging from how sluggish he’s moving. knock knock knock.

“doll, i’m sorry for speaking to you like that. i-i didn’t mean it. you can go with gojo, but who am i to say that? right? so you should go with him. i’m sorry..” he apologizes, nervously even. he only hears silence for a while before you crack open the door a few inches, peeking up at him.

“what did you say, toji?” you whisper, your tone revealing that you’re still pissed off. “i said im sorry. i didnt mean to speak to you like that and i dont have the right to restrict you from going out with who you want to go with.” he repeats, voice even more shy this time. “i’ve just been hearing things about him, and…none of them are good. i dont want you getting hurt, doll.”. he admits, “you know how we are.”

you close the door in his face, a more gentle meaning behind it this time. he holds his breath anxiously, worried you’ll reject his apology and he’ll have to keep doing it over and over again.

the door finally creeks open and you plop right into his chest. he expected you to be tougher, but there you were, face in between his pecs.

you cry loud—too loud. his hands immediately began rubbing your back as if it was an automatic instinct he downloaded upon birth. he thinks you’re crying because of what he said, until you spoke. “no one wants to go out with me! im the only one without a date and im gonna be so alone and embarrassed. “ your voice vibrates against his chest, its sound waves even touches his heart a bit. before he can even comfort you, you’re already sobbing again. “and i don’t even want to ask gojo out anymore because he probably has a date already and he wouldn’t want to go out with someone like me!”. the last comment you dropped irked toji a little more than he’d like. though, he was a little relieved he wasn’t nt the only cause of your frustration.

“stop crying already.” he starts, grabbing your face by the chin and moving your face off his chest. his large hands wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “look at me, beautiful.” you look up at him, eyes all glossy from the tears you had just wept into your pillow.

“i’ll come with you, that’ll cheer ‘ya up?” he smiles, delighted that he got to make his girl happy, even if it was at the expense of his. your eyes light up at his words. “you only ‘sulked’ ‘cause you wanted to guilt trip me, didn’t ‘ya?” he teases, earning a light smack from you.

out of happiness, you give him a tight hug, arms wrapping around his torso. your hug seemed a little bit tighter than usual, a bit more sentimental too. and that doesnt go unnoticed by mr. fushigiro.

day by day, your matching outfits start arriving at the door step. headbands with furry ears arrive on Monday, cotton tails on Tuesday.

halloween finally rolls around and you’re both getting ready. a small worry sits in your gut for some reason, but you decide to ignore it. you sit in your room for hours, fixing up your hair and applying an adequate amount of makeup. from your room, you hear the coffee maker making its usual noises, the fridge opening and closing from time to time. you assume toji’s done getting ready. already?

you step out of your room, finally all dolled up and ready to party like there’s no tomorrow. his back faces you as he’s making another concoction in the kitchen.

“you ready, puppy dog?” you tease him, your sweet voice makes him turn around to face you. he eyes you up and down like you’re some sort of grand prize for being the cockiest, yet most loving, roommate. he leans on the counter, arms crossed, and a smirk sprawled across his face. your cute ears and tail add points to the charm of your large smile, he thinks. the makeup on your face only making you look cuter than before.

it takes you a second to realize he’s… shirtless?

“toji, where’s your shirt?’ you ask, looking around if he’s placed it down. “you didn’t give me one?” he responds, just as confused as you are. you both start looking around the place, checking under pillows and furniture. your dress was definitely too short for this activity, your bright coloured underwear nearly waving at toji to take a peek at what’s under the dress. he tries his best to ignore and look away from it though, but he’s only so strong so he lets himself indulge in a few looks.

“you didn’t really hand me anything, kitty.” he complains with a side of mockery. you sigh out loud when you realize it: this is what was sitting in your gut! you forgot to buy him a shirt for his costume. “shit, sorry toji. i forgot. i feel bad now. i made such a fuss over bringing you with me and i didn’t even prepare your costume properly. “ you frown, shoulders slouching, making you truly look like a kitty in defeat.

he just giggles before reaching his hand out “its alright, kitty. just give me a twirl and its made up for.” you hurriedly walk to him, heels clicking on the tile. he twirls you, hand-in-hand, observing every detail of your costume and every crevice of your body that he so badly wants to be his.

“you really wore bright pink underwear, huh?” he teases, pulling your waist close to his. you scoff and lightly hit his bare chest, making you a little flushed. “and why were you looking, puppy?” you say, grabbing the collar on his neck, making him choke a bit.

your faces were closer than they’ve ever been before, the tension growing thicker by each blink you exchange. you stare into each other’s eyes in silence, realizing this moment was a once in a lifetime opportunity for something new to flourish.

he pulls you in, your lips colliding in a fluid motion. you clasp your hands behind his neck, nearly tip-toeing at the big height difference. his hands snake down your bare back and ending up on your ass, even giving it a tight, loving squeeze. shit, he’s been wanting to do that for so long.

you moan in response, your tongues sliding against each other. his grasp gets needier by the millisecond. you werent complaining though; you really liked how bad he wanted you. you let go from his kiss to catch your breath and stop whatever was happening from escalating too far and before both your costumes are ruined.

he pants, pouting at why you let go. “baby, we have a party to get to. let’s continue this later, ‘kay?” you ask, running your hands down his bare chest, heaving from excitement. “mmhm.. yess, kittenn.” he whimpers, eyes still lingering around tour body. “let’s go?” his eyebrows raised. you nod feverishly, ready to rock your kitten heels and fawn over your gigantic puppy for a night you will definitely remember.

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have an itto ❤❤

hi oh also i made ayato a villain MUWHAHAHHAHAHA

(fem reader!)

Your wedding is grand and gorgeous. It's picture-perfect, movie-like, and happily expected by the Inazuma residents. You look at the view in front of you, the most gorgeous place in the whole Teyvat. From mountains to villages, from forests to the ocean. Everything was perfect, how could you be so upset on the biggest day of your life?

You were getting married to a "kind-hearted", family-oriented, and helpful man. What else could you ask for? All those ladies, wishing and praying that it was them who was getting married to your future husband. He was praised by all the land.

"Madam, you have a guest." A lady helper says as she asks for your approval. "Let them in" You silently speak, energy lost. She nods, letting the guest in.

It's him.

"Thoma!" Your eyes widen, running toward the man in front of you. He smiles, opening his arms, ready to embrace your hug. He picks you up and twirls you around.

"I missed you, so much." You smile at him, tears ready to appear. "Why aren't you dressed? You should get ready, it's starting soon!" You rub his arms. "I-I... I'm not attending." He says, visibly upset.

"Why?" "I'm leaving" "Where are you going?" "Home."

You breathe deeply. "Why can't you stay, just for a little while? Just until the wedding's over and I can bring you to the dock. Just for a final goodbye!" You hurriedly suggest. He's avoiding eye contact, and you can tell he's trying his best not to cry. Not on your big day. He would never ruin a day this big, especially if it's yours.

"I-... I can't. I have to go, now. This is the last boat that's going back to Mondstadt." He insists, but you still try your best. "Then you can leave after the wedding! It's just a few hours long, waiting isn't that hard!" You whine out.

"Please, {name}. I have to." He takes your hands, nearly begging for this misunderstanding to end. "W-Why are you leaving?" you ask him, shaking softly.

"He wants me gone." He spoke, tears running down his pink cheeks. "Who?" "Ayato".

What?

You couldn't believe it. Your future husband, wanting your best friend gone? "Why?!" You nearly shout in disbelief. "He says we're too close, and that I'm going to ruin the marriage. He wants me gone from your life. The other commissions thought so too." He mumbled, a complete utter breakdown waiting to happen.

But-? He's the most trusted housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan and Yashiro Commission! How dare they kick him out?! You never wanted to marry Ayato in the first place, you were just there to "show support to his family". Even Ayaka knew what this "marriage" really was. But without Ayato by your side, you were nothing but a moraless woman who'd achieve nothing in life. You knew Ayato would never let you leave Inazuma, for the fear of his own reputation being ruined. Arrange marriages were the worst for you, but you couldn't go against it. You knew you'd spend your last living days just looking out the window of the estate, wishing you could change all those wrong things you did before.

You loved Thoma with all your heart, and you were off better with him by your side. Not as a lover, but as a best friend, a part of your family, and a shoulder you could cry on.

He blinked slowly as his eyes were drenched with tears and his head hanging lowly. "I'm sorry, Thoma. I never-" He cut you off before you could fully finish. "Don't worry, it's not your fault." You cry in his arms.

"Remember to take care of yourself, okay? Take care of Ayato and Ayaka too. They'll be your family now." He smiled like nothing had happened. You cried even harder. You were unable to deny his wishes so you complied. A nod is what you gave him before speaking some of the final words of your relationship with him.

"I will, Thoma, I will."

He touched his forehead with yours, tears running down your faces like the leaves outside your balcony. They're falling smoothly, the wind caressing each side letting out a quiet whistle.

"I love you." "I love you too."

He separated the bond between you two and walked toward the door of your room. He looked back before you ran to hug him one last time. He kissed your forehead before fully exiting the room and disappearing into the vast world you were never allowed to enter.

im emo so time to write a fic to let it out 😻 u can apply this to any male character u want but im just gonna tag genshin cause im not in many fandoms sooo 💋 AND AYO I LEARNED HOW TO PUT GIFS 💪 mentions death !!!

It's weird without you around.

He missed your scent, your smile, your presence, everything. His life was so perfect with you in it. A loving partner, a wonderful home, and loving days. You were absolutely everything to him.

He really regrets having those arguments with you. He could've just said sorry and moved on to prevent it from happening. He wanted to jump off the balcony right at that moment.

He held a photo of you two, keeping it close to him. Tears running down his face. He missed you so much. All he wanted right now was for you to hug him tight, tighter than you ever have before. He cried, hard. Even though he knew no one would come to his rescue, especially you.

He picks his head up and goes to the kitchen, trying his best to not break down and cry uncontrollably. He picked up a glass, trying his best to swallow it. You would always remind him to drink water, making this even more dreadful. Before he could even swallow it, he falls to the ground, crying loudly.

Jesus, how hard he wished you could hear him cry your name, for you to come back and tell him everything was okay.

It hurt him so much. He always hated waiting for you, but now it was an endless wait. He would never see you again. He would never wake up to your beautiful face resting near his. He would never be able to do all those things you did together again. Everything reminds him of you.

The tears aren't merciless as they fall down his "perfect, handsome, pretty face", just like you said before. Your hands, soft as silk, run through his hair and down to his jaw. You would give the most comforting gaze anyone could ever give to a poor grieving man.

"I'll always be here for you, okay?"

He cries louder, the tips of his fingers going pale white as his grip loosens on the counter. He falls down, back against the counter cabinets. His vision, faded and blurry. Just like how he thought of his life now that you were gone.

You were up there, and he was still stuck down here. Waiting for you.

"An endless sleep" is what he called your heart-breaking ending. A rainy night is what awaited your death. It was the first that month, and the month was nearly done. Thunder follows the strike of light outside. The weather represented what he felt, never-ending, never silenced, out of control. The rain was like his tears, falling down with solid power, drenching anything it hit below.

"I'm sorry" is what he muttered. To who? To himself? To you. He felt so sorry for you. He would've felt so much better if it was him who replaced your place on that bed. He knew that many people loved you compared to him. He was nothing but an unloved piece of shit.

He knew you were dying, but he wasn't sure until you told him weeks before. He knew he was wrong to get mad at that moment, but how could you take more care of him when you yourself were dying? Slowly walking towards inevitable death. He was sorry he couldn't do anything. How could you not do anything as well? You had a choice, to live or not. But what he didn't know is that you've been in pain for long, too long. You've accepted your death. You knew it was better to end it than continue in pain.

He fell into silence. A sigh is what left his tired mouth before he slowly picked himself up and went to bed without any preparation. He silently and hardly wished that he wouldn't wake up from his slumber, just to meet you again.

hi guys its me again 💋

i altered it a bit bc i just went w the flow !!

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Diluc always loved how your relationship went. It wasn't perfect, of course, but it was good as it was. Every time you had a quarrel, it would be quickly fixed with a bit of communication and it would all be over. But recently, Diluc had felt like there was no spark anymore. Conversations would be short and dry, sex was dull and contained no pleasure, and every time one of you felt bad, you couldn't run into the other's arms for protection and support. Everything had changed a lot ever since you guys started first dating.

Diluc, being a gentleman, always looked for a time where he could tell you that your relationship had nothing anymore. It felt like you two were strangers.

You would come home from work at around 3 pm, a time where Diluc would sit by the couch near the window and just think about where his life is now.

"Hey, b-..Diluc. I'm home." You entered the home and put your bag on a seat.

"Welcome home." He mumbled. You looked at him and sighed. "Something wrong?" You asked him from behind the counter, preparing a glass of water for yourself. He was shocked you'd ask. You didn't usually ask him questions like that.

"Yeah.." He replied. "Come here then, talk to me."

You and him sat down at the dining area. Nobody spoke for a few minutes, both of you looking awkward and uncomfortable. You were getting tired, so you started the conversation.

"What's wrong?" "us"

His crimson red eyes look into yours, feeling deep emotion. You knew at that moment it was all over for the both of you. For your relationship, for your friendship, for everything you had with him.

Both of you looked gloomy as silence filled the room again.

"It's me isn't it?" "Never."

Diluc took his hand out to comfort yours, which worked well. You looked at him, tears forming in both of your eyes.

"I just... think we need a break." His soft, big hands squeezing yours, showing he meant no harm. "I-... I understand." You quietly spoke.

"You don't feel a spark anymore." You continued, which surprised Diluc. "I do too." Blush spreading across his face.

"We were in love at first. We moved too fast and now, it's all gone. But know, Diluc, I really loved you. A lot. At the first months of our relationship, I couldn't comprehend the amount of love I had for you. And in a few months, it's like the flame's been blown out." You spoke, trying your best to curl your lips into a comforting smile.

He looked deeply into your eyes and smiled, like he had felt the same way you did.

"A-Are you okay with-?" "I'm okay with it."

"I guess this is it" Diluc squeezed your hand one last time. Your tears rolling down your face uncontrollably. "I love you, Diluc. Thank you" You smiled at him, pulling him in for one last kiss.

"May I?", he nods with a smile.

Compared to all your recent kisses, this one was filled with love. It was deep, but not enough to feel sexual. You let go after a few seconds, putting your arms down.

"Thank you, {name}." Diluc smiled at you before taking his coat and leaving. You slowly sat down as realization had finally sunk in.

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time skip 1 year !

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You had found a new job at a restaurant. Meanwhile, Diluc still worked at Angel's Share. You two weren't on bad terms, so every time you two had eye contact in public, you would wave and smile at each other. No ill or romantic intent, just a friendly gesture to show you have no problem. Sometimes you guys would hang out, since Kaeya and Venti were always really nice to you. And you know them, they love to drink. If she wasn't in a bad mood, Rosaria would come hang around too.

In the end, both you and Diluc got what you both wanted. A happy free life surrounded by the people you love and adore. You never had any problems with each other, and sometimes, if you two were alone, you would update each other with your lives and what's been happening. "Thank you, Diluc." "Thank you as well."

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