#whatever gender reader

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Luxiem x reader

Characters : Ike, Luca, Shu, Vox and you

☆| How they'd react when you're clingy

Ike Eveland

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-> Ike smiles and accepts the affection you send his way

Ike sat at his desk, the faint tapping of his keyboard filling the room. The pages of his latest novel slowly taking shape, his face contorted in concentration.

You stirred from your sleep, the soft shuffle of blankets interrupting the repeated clicks of Ike's keyboard. Yawning, you stretched and waddled across the room to where Ike was seated. Without a word, you leaned down and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

Ike’s hands paused briefly on the keyboard before a small smile graced his lips. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice soft and warm.

You mumbled something incoherent in return, your hold tightening slightly as if to soak in his presence. Ike didn’t move you, instead continuing to type, letting the rhythmic sound of the keys comfort and embrace you.

Luca Kaneshiro

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-> He lets you do whatever you want, and stops anyone from bothering you.

The meeting room was quiet as Luca prepared for a gathering of the most prominent mafia families. He sat at the head of a long table, leaning back in his chair, confidence radiating off him.

The door creaked open, and you entered the room. You didn’t spare the imposing decor a second glance. Instead, you dragged a chair to Luca’s side, plopping down beside him before leaning your head on his shoulder.

Luca glanced at you, a grin tugging at his lips. “Hey, you good?” he whispered.

You nodded, eyes already half-closed. Luca let out a soft chuckle and turned his attention back to the stack of paper in front of him.

As the mafia bosses started arriving, their expressions shifted from stern to utterly confused, baffled even. The sight of someone so casually draped over the infamous Luca Kaneshiro screwed with them a little. Yet Luca paid them no mind, continuing the meeting as if your presence was the most natural thing in the world.

Shu Yamino

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-> He doesn't let your hugs bother him, he just let's you hang.

The room was filled with a faint magical hum, glowing runes flickering on the walls as Shu carefully concocted a new type of potion. The faint smell of herbs and magic ran through the air.

Across the room, you sat curled up with a book. You looked up every now and then, curiosity tugging at you. Unable to resist, you set your book aside and walked over to Shu. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into his back.

Shu paused, turning his head to glance at you. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone gentle and slightly amused.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, your grip slowly becoming tighter.

Shu chuckled, his laughter soft and warm. “Whatever you say, dear,” he teased, but there was nothing but affection in his voice. He resumed stirring the potion, unbothered by your presence.

Vox Akuma

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-> He takes this chance to be even closer to you, both emotionally and physically.

The study was dimly lit, the flicker of the candle casting shadows over stacks of parchment and scrolls. Vox sat at his desk, his body hunched slightly as he worked through the details of trade for the village.

You wandered in silently, your curiosity piqued by the sight of him so focused. You peered over his shoulder at the complicated notes and diagrams. After a moment, you turned and sat on the floor behind him, leaning your back against his.

Vox paused, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest. “What are you doing back there?” he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and love.

“Getting comfortable,” you replied, smiling.

With a grin, Vox reached behind and effortlessly lifted you into his arms, setting you down in front of him. "There," he said, wrapping his arms around you. "Much better."

You squirmed as he brought you forward, your cheeks flushed. Slowly, you leaned into his embrace. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, huffing, though your tone was filled with affection.

“And you’re adorable,” Vox replied with a smirk, holding you close as the flickers of the candle shone over you both like a golden blanket.

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Omen x Chatty! Reader

Characters : you, omen, neon, killjoy

Story : did you just laugh???

The halls of the Valorant Protocol headquarters were still unfamiliar to you. Each day, you roamed its maze-like corridors, chatting with anyone who crossed your path. Bright-eyed and full of energy, you were determined to make the stoic and enigmatic team feel like family.

It had been a few weeks since your arrival, and you were still adjusting. Today, as you wandered, you stumbled into Neon and Killjoy near the armory.

“Hey, new kid!” Neon greeted with her usual spark of enthusiasm. Killjoy adjusted her cap and smiled. “How’re you settling in?”

“Still getting lost,” you admitted with a laugh, shaking your head. “But it’s all good! I think I’ve memorized half the hallways now. You two just back from a mission?”

Neon nodded. “Yup. Went smooth. Killjoy’s gadgets worked like magic, as always.” Killjoy grinned, waving dismissively. “Team effort, you know.”

After exchanging a few more words, you waved them off and continued your exploration. Eventually, you found yourself in the living room. The sight that greeted you was… unexpected.

Omen, the shadowy figure who rarely spoke, sat on the couch, a crochet hook in hand. A half-finished scarf—or was it a blanket?—lay draped across his lap.

“Hey, Omen!” you chirped, plopping down onto the couch across from him.

Omen’s glowing eyes flicked upward briefly, then back to his work. “Hmm.”

You blinked, surprised. “Ooh! You responded to me! We're making progress right?” Omen didn’t answer, but you grinned anyway, launching into a story about your day.

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The next day, you found Omen in the same spot, now working on what looked like a pair of gloves. “Good morning, Omen!” you called, sitting across from him again.

“Morning,” Omen murmured, his voice low and gravelly, almost lost in the sound of his hook sliding through yarn. You leaned forward, grinning. “You know, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

Omen said nothing, but there was a subtle pause in his movements, just long enough for you to notice.

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By the third day, you didn’t hesitate to join Omen. This time, you brought a snack to share. “I brought cookies! Want one?” you asked, holding out a plate.

Omen glanced at the plate, then back at his project. “No.”

“Your loss,” you replied cheerfully, biting into one. “More for me.”

A long silence stretched between you, comfortable in its simplicity.

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On the fourth day, you caught Omen in the middle of finishing his scarf. “That’s looking pretty good,” you remarked, watching the shadowy figure tie off the last knot.

Omen held the scarf up, examining it. “It’s flawed.” You tilted your head. “Looks perfect to me.”

Omen set it aside, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re easily impressed.”

You smirked. “And you’re impossible to impress.”

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The fifth day brought something new. You sat down, watching as Omen began a new project—a beanie, perhaps? “You know,” you began, “if you ever wanted to teach me how to crochet, I wouldn’t say no.”

Omen didn’t look up. “It requires patience.”

“Hey!” you protested. “I can be patient!”

Omen let out a quiet hum, the closest he’d come to amusement yet.

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By the sixth day, you had a joke ready. You walked in, plopped down on the couch, and grinned at Omen.

“Why don’t skeletons fight each other? … Because they don’t have the guts!” To your shock, Omen let out a soft chuckle. It was low, almost a whisper, but undeniably there.

You gasped. “Did you just laugh?!”

Omen froze, his hook hovering mid-stitch.

“You laughed!” you exclaimed, your grin stretching ear to ear. “Oh my gosh, your laugh is so cute! Laugh again! Please, come on!” Omen turned his glowing eyes toward you, his expression unreadable. “You’re loud.”

“And you’re adorable,” you shot back, leaning closer. “Seriously, laugh again! I’ll even tell you another joke!” Omen resumed his work, his aura calm despite your excited outburst.

The room filled with your chatter and Omen’s quiet hums of acknowledgment. And though your worlds were different, for a moment, everything felt calm.

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Luxiem x reader

Characters : Luca, Vox, Ike, Shu and you

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It was just a random day, you were just walking in the park near your home, when suddenly, someone tapped you on your shoulder. The person suddenly asked if you had a lover, which you did so you slowly nodded, a little confused.

Suddenly, you were asked to call your lover and tell him you loved him. Then you realized that both of you had almost never said that to each other, except for when you and him got together. Because of that, you thought that he would be a little weirded out, since that's not something you'd usually do.

Luca Kaneshiro

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-> Luca's reaction is as always, enthusiastic and full of joy.

You dialed Luca's number, and he answered after a couple of rings.

"Hey! What's up?" Luca said cheerfully.

"I love you," you blurted out, trying to contain your nervousness.

There was a brief pause before Luca's delighted laugh filled the line. "I love you too!!!" he exclaimed loudly, his excitement palpable even through the phone. "You just made my day!" he added, his voice brimming with happiness.

You could almost see his huge grin in your mind, and you couldn't help but smile in response. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said warmly.

Vox Akuma

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-> Vox’s reaction is mostly worried and a little amused.

You dialed his number, and he answered almost immediately.

"Hey, what's going on?" Vox asked, sounding slightly curious.

"I love you," you said out of nowhere.

There was a moment of silence before Vox responded, his tone playful. "Should I be worried?" he asked with a chuckle, a little worried by your sudden declaration.

You laughed, shaking your head even though he couldn't see you. "No, you shouldn't be worried," you reassured him.

"Good, because I love you too," he replied, his voice becoming softer. "You always keep things interesting," he added, his tone warm and affectionate. "I love that about you."

Ike Eveland

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-> I think Ike’s reaction would be a blend of both surprise and affection.

"Hello?" Ike answered, sounding slightly confused.

"I love you," you said suddenly.

There was a brief pause before Ike responded, sounding surprised. "I love you too?" he said, his voice rising slightly at the end as if he was questioning himself.

You giggled and repeated more firmly, "Yes, I love you."

He chuckled softly, relaxing into your conversation. "I love you too," he said again, this time with more certainty. "You’re so sweet," he added, his voice filled with warmth. "Thank you for always surprising me."

Shu Yamino

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-> Honestly, Shu’s reaction is just a mix of concern and love.

You dialed his number, and he answered after a few rings.

"Hey, what's up?" Shu greeted you.

"I love you," you suddenly spoke, starling Shu.

There was a brief silence before Shu spoke, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" he asked, half-jokingly but with concern underlined in his words.

You laughed and shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you. "No, I’m perfectly fine. I just wanted to tell you that I love you."

You could hear him move back a little from your end, clearly confused.

There was a soft chuckle from Shu before he responded, "I love you too." His voice was filled with affection. "You mean the world to me," he whispered, his sincerity clear even over the phone. "I'll always be here for you, yeah?"

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-> dying bro this is the third time I've remade this post 😔

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none (as far as I know?)

Pairing : Childe x Weapon! reader

Characters : childe, you, and some random people

Story : is that a talking weapon???

The ruins were eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made every shuffle of feet echo like a cannon blast. Childe adjusted his scarf as he stepped into the main chamber. His vision flickered faintly, the cool blue glow illuminating ancient carvings on the stone walls.

At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, its surface adorned with faintly glowing sigils. Atop it lay a weapon—a spear with an intricate design that almost looked alive. Its shaft was sleek black, lined with faint silver patterns, and the blade shimmered with a faint blue glow that pulsed like a heartbeat.

Childe approached slowly, his eyes narrowing. He reached out a gloved hand, hesitating for just a moment before his fingers brushed the weapon.

“Ah, finally!” your voice erupted in his mind, sharp and loud enough to make him stumble back.

“What the—who’s there?!” Childe’s other hand instinctively reached for his sword, his eyes darting around the empty room.

“Relax, underling. You’re looking right at me.”

Childe blinked, his gaze snapping back to you. “Wait. Are you—”

“Yes, yes, it’s me. The spear. The incredible, one-of-a-kind, spectacular soul of this weapon,” you interrupted, dripping with lpride. “And you, lucky mortal, just became my new wielder. Congratulations!”

Childe stared at you, a spear, slack-jawed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” you continued, your tone smug. “From now on, you’re my underling. My partner, if you prefer a less embarrassing term. But let’s be real—you’re working for me.”

Childe’s disbelief turned into a scowl. “Partner? Underling? Listen here, you oversized toothpick—”

“Whoa, whoa, let’s not throw around insults. You think I chose you because you’re boring? No. You’ve got potential.”

Childe narrowed his eyes, gripping your body tightly. “If you think I’m just going to let a talking stick order me around—”

“Correction: Legendary weapon," you interjected, a little annoyed. “And if you’re smart, you’ll listen. Otherwise, you can try putting me back and see how far you get without me.”

Childe’s grip tightened. For a moment, he considered doing exactly that—tossing the spear back onto the pedestal and walking away. But something about your presence was... magnetic. He could feel the energy humming through the air, sharp and exhilarating.

“Fine,” he muttered, lifting the spear. “But don’t get cocky. I’m in charge here.”

“Sure, sure,” you replied breezily. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, underling.”

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Childe dashed through the dense forest, his breath puffing in the cold morning air. The spear was clutched tightly in his hand, its voice ringing in his mind.

“Faster, underling! This guy’s getting away!”

“I know he’s getting away,” Childe growled, leaping over a fallen tree. “Maybe if you shut up for two seconds, I’d actually catch him.”

“Excuses,” you taunted. “I thought you were supposed to be some elite Fatui warrior. This is just embarrassing.”

Childe gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he spotted his target—a panicked and cloaked man, darting between the trees. “He’s not getting away,” Childe muttered, picking up speed.

“Finally! Some spirit!”

With a burst of energy, Childe closed the gap, vaulting over a boulder and landing directly in front of the recruit. The man skidded to a halt, eyes wide with terror.

“End of the line,” Childe said, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

“Nice save,” you quipped. “Almost looked like you knew what you were doing.”

Childe glared at the weapon. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Nope. Get used to it.”

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The Fatui recruit was tied to a tree, trembling as Childe leaned casually against his new spear.

“Let’s make this simple,” Childe said, his voice calm but laced with menace. “Tell me what I want to know, and maybe I’ll let you go.”

The recruit shook his head frantically. “I don’t know anything! I swear!”

“Wrong answer,” you chimed in, its tone cheerful. “Should I start listing all the ways we can make this worse for you? I’ve got plenty of ideas.”

“Stop helping,” Childe muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

“I’m just saying,” you continued, undeterred. “We could start with—”

“Alright!” the recruit screamed. “Alright, I’ll talk! Just—just don’t do anything weird!”

Childe smirked, leaning closer. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” you added smugly.

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They sat on a rocky outcrop overlooking the harbor, the sky awash with hues of orange and pink. Childe rested your beside him, his arms draped over his knees as he watched the waves below.

“You know,” you began, breaking the silence, “this view isn’t half bad.”

Childe snorted. “Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’m full of surprises,” you replied. “But seriously, sunsets like this make the chaos worth it. Even if you are a little annoying sometimes.”

Childe turned, raising an eyebrow. “Me? Annoying? Says the spear that never shuts up.”

“I mean, you’re reckless, a little unhinged, but... you’re fun. It’s been a while since I’ve had fun.”

The harbinger turned, studying the weapon for a moment. “You’re not so bad yourself. For a talking spear, I mean.”

“High praise,” you replied with mock seriousness. Then, after a beat: “You know, sunsets like this make it all worth it. Even if you’re an idiot sometimes.”

Childe grinned, leaning back on his palms. “I’ll take that as a compliment."

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The battlefield was quiet, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and steel. Childe leaned on you, catching his breath.

“That... was intense,” he panted.

“And awesome,” you corrected. “Don’t forget awesome.”

Childe chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” you replied, your tone softer now. “But I mean it—I’m glad you were the one who picked me up.”

Childe froze for a moment, then smiled. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Me too.”

As they walked away together, the setting sun casting long shadows behind them, Childe couldn’t help but feel that, this weapon might just be the best thing that had ever happened to him.

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-> I'm getting back to playing and writing genshin!!!

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Luxiem x reader

Characters : Shu, Ike, Luca, Vox and you

Story : you want a bedtime story?

IKE EVELAND

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- The first time you ask to listen to a bedtime story, he's kind of shocked. Not in a bad way though, just surprised.

-> "eh?" His eyes widened, head tilting to the side and his lips pursing. He would hum and look around your room before shrugging. "I suppose I can read you one?" As you heard him say those words you nodded happily. He chuckles at the way you nod. "Okay, okay"

Outside, he's calm and composed, but on the inside, he's going crazy. He's screaming "oh my god" and "is this really happening right now?" Multiple times in his head, really happy that you initiated something.

As he reads the story, Ike would start to become more calm, savoring the interested face you were making as he read it. In addition to that, he would most definitely smile, either from seeing your sleepy face or exited face.

- Ike would definitely be the type to read it out really slowly, instead of mimicking the emotions too much, he would definitely read with a really gentle and soft voice, which you will definitely fall asleep to.

- And sometimes, depending on the story, he will slowly pat you on the head as he looks at your happy face while listening to him.

-> Your eyes start to flutter as you fall asleep. Ike, who had been looking at the book for about a minute, looks up to you and smiles softly. "Good night darling" he says as he kisses your forehead, slowly closing the book and leaving the room, being as quiet as possible as to not wake you up.

LUCA KANESHIRO

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- This guy is almost the complete opposite of Ike, instead of being confused, or even thinking, Luca simply agrees and runs out to get a book.

-> "you want me to read you a bedtime story? Sure!" And before you could say anything, he immediately ran out with great speed, leaving you in the dimly lighted room alone. "Eh?" You mumble, not sure on what he was going to do.

After a few seconds of being left alone, you suddenly hear quick steps going towards your room. You turned your head towards the door and immediately, Luca was Infront of you. "hi! I got you this book!" He giggles, excitedly flipping through the pages of the book.

- Even when you were the one asking for a story, he would seem to be the one more excited. The second he's Infront of you again, he opens the book and flips through the pages, showing you all the illustrations, even almost spoiling the ending for you.

- Luca would most definitely use different voices for each character, especially if he sees a blonde girl. He'd definitely start talking like Lucy with a little more flair.

- Luca would smile as he sees you laugh or chuckle at his different impressions. When he sees you laugh and smile, he's suddenly reminded of just how much he loves you and would randomly hug you.

-> "(Name), I love you very much" he says as his big arms wrap around you. You were a little surprised at the sudden confession, but still accepted his hug and hugged back. "I love you too darling" you respond, a hand behind Luca's head, patting his head.

When Luca sees you already asleep, he smiles and slowly gets up, not forgetting to quietly close the book. Before he goes out of the room, he would contemplates if he should kiss you goodnight or not, as it might wake you up.

"Ah, whatever!" He says as he kisses your forehead and slowly goes out of the room.

SHU YAMINO

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- Shu would be surprised, but in a good way, you know? Like he's surprised that you would ask that, after all, you're quite the mature person.

- When he hears your request he would smile softly and pat your head, tell you to sit on the bed and wait.

- While you wait, he might give you a drink, like milk or anything of that sort to keep you busy while he searches for the book.

-> "while you wait, here's a glass of milk, we need you to sleep after all, we can't have you awake after all the story can we?" Shu says as he shows you a smile. You nod enthusiastically and smile back.

As you laid back on your bed, you can see him slowly walk away while scanning the room. His steps slowly fade as his silhouette also starts to disappear from your sight.

As you took a sip from your mug of milk, you can feel every drop of it warming you up and calming you a little. And slowly, you could hear shu's footsteps come back.

- When he starts reading, you're already tucked in bed, making you feel warm and cozy.

- Instead of being too in character or being really soft, I feel like shu would place somewhere in the middle, in a sense that he still "talks" as the character, but isn't as into it as Luca would be.

- He would definitely be very aware of your expressions, again, in a good way! He'd try to make sure that you enjoy your storytime as much as you can!

When he's done reading, he would slowly put the book down and try to get a good look at you, making sure you're asleep before tucking you in more and going out of the room slowly, not forgetting to close the lights.

VOX AKUMA

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- If you ever ask for a bedtime story, Vox is definitely your to go guy. This man is happy af. If you compare this man to when he works, it's as if he's a completely different person.

- Vox would basically be screaming just from his face. He's so happy that he might just start jumping around like a small child.

-> "really!?" Vox squeals like a little girl, his eyes seemingly popping out of it's sockets. Realizing his actions, he stops and clears his throat.

"I'm sorry, I meant really? You'd let me read a story for you?" He tries to sound more professional, but from his face, anyone could clearly tell he was exited to tell the story to you.

- Vox is definitely a luca-type guy. He would be so into character that he'd always start acting like the character, even when it's not their lines.

- Sometimes though, he would stop when he hears you chuckle, snicker, or laugh at his words and gestures. Because as long as you're happy, he's happy.

- He's glad that you enjoy listening to him acting out characters and reading you lines.

- When you start to fall asleep and your eyelids start to droop, he would take a look at you and smile softly.

- And when you finally fall asleep, he's already beside your bed, his hands softly fixing the position of your blanket.

- But ofcourse, he wouldn't forget giving you a goodnight kiss before he goes out of your room. He goes near your head and places a small kiss on your forehead and smile.

"Goodnight dear, hope you have good dreams." He would say and slowly back out of the room.

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-> trying to write hcs for now, not sure if it's better, if there is any feedback, I'd really appreciate it!!

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Genre : angst - fluff ish

Tw : death, mentions of suicide, some blood

Characters: Lee jaemin, you, lee hamin

Pairing: Lee jaemin x reader (platonic)

Story : I stayed because of you, so don't leave me

The sharp crash of shattering glass jolted the silence.

"(name)...?"

"Jaemin, I've been calling you for a while now. You okay?" you asked, pulling Jaemin in front of you, carefully scanning for any injuries.

"You didn’t get hit, did you?" you added, pointing to the pile of broken glass on the floor. "I was supposed to bring some for you, but I kind of tripped."

Jaemin let himself be pulled closer, briefly glancing over the mess before shaking his head. "I'm fine… Just thinking."

"You thinking about your brother again?" you hummed, watching Jaemin carefully as you picked up the box and began scooping the broken glass back in to prevent anyone from getting hurt.

Jaemin nodded, keeping his gaze averted, unwilling to let you see the guilt pooling in his eyes. "I'm starting to understand how Hamin felt."

You froze for a moment, your hands pausing over the glass. Thoughts immediately swirled in your mind.

Oh my god. This is an apartment. We're on the 4th floor. It shouldn’t be that fatal, right? You forced yourself to keep your hands moving, silently calculating escape paths, emergency scenarios, anything.

"You okay?" you asked, trying to sound composed.

Jaemin noticed the slight pause but didn't say anything. He simply leaned back against the railing, his expression distant. "Mhm. I'm fine."

You continued cleaning, but your mind was racing. In your distraction, you accidentally pressed your palm into a sharp shard, a sudden sting slicing through your skin. You watched the blood begin to pool and drip steadily from your hand.

"...Please don’t die."

The words left you quietly, fragile, like a prayer you had been holding back for far too long.

Jaemin's eyes immediately snapped to your bleeding hand. His expression tightened as he quickly stepped forward, gently taking your hand to inspect the wound.

"Why do you always get hurt when you’re with me or around me?" Jaemin muttered, pulling out a handkerchief and wrapping it around your hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Sorry," you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper. "Didn’t mean to."

"Be careful," Jaemin scolded softly, his grip lingering around your hand as if afraid to let go.

There was a silence between you, heavy with things unsaid.

Without warning, Jaemin lowered his head and began to cry, his shoulders trembling, his grip tightening around your hand as if clinging to the last piece of stability he had.

"I… I just feel so tired sometimes," he admitted between shaky breaths. "And it scares me. It really scares me."

Your heart clenched at the sight. You let Jaemin cry, simply holding his hand firmly, giving him the space to break down without saying a word.

When Jaemin's sobs softened, you exhaled shakily, deciding it was time.

"Jaemin," you began, your eyes fixed on him. "Do you remember the day you called me? The day Hamin died?"

Jaemin’s throat tightened, but he nodded slowly.

"You called me, crying hysterically," you said, your voice gentle but trembling. "At that point, I was already on the rooftop. I was going to take a picture before I… before I went."

Jaemin's breath caught in his throat.

"You were trembling, crying, begging me to answer. And that made me feel terrible." You glanced toward the window, your voice dropping. "I looked out at the sunset. It was so beautiful that day."

You shrugged, trying to keep your composure. "I couldn’t do it that day. I just couldn’t leave you. And every other day I tried, my thoughts always came back to you."

Jaemin swallowed hard, the weight of your confession sinking deep into his chest. "You… you stayed because of me?"

You gave a small nod, your shoulder lightly brushing against his. "If I had left, who would’ve answered your call?"

Jaemin leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly on your bandaged hand.

"You’re right," Jaemin whispered, his voice cracking. "I wouldn’t know who to turn to… I need you here."

"I’m not going anywhere," you promised softly, brushing your thumb across Jaemin’s knuckles. "But you have to promise me something too. Next time you feel like this, tell me. I don’t want you to go through what I did."

Jaemin slowly lifted his gaze, meeting your eyes with quiet determination. "I will. I won’t forget."

"Good," you whispered.

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-> another month, another angst fic

https://www.tumblr.com/whyiseverynametakenpls/783263940078665728/i-miss-you?source=share

Ike x reader 😶

It's been a while since his graduation, hope he's doing well

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Hex Haywire x reader

Characters : you and hex

Story : you can't even imagine how much I love you

I never thought I could feel this way. Every time I looked at you, hex, my heart races like a wild river, carrying my thoughts far beyond my control. It wasn't just his smile or the way he spoke my name—it was everything.

Hex was quiet, gentle in a way that made me feel seen, like I mattered. I loved how he would listen, really listen, to every word I said, as if I was the most important person in the world. And in those moments, I believed it too.

I loved the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way he always held the door open for me without making a big deal out of it. I loved the way he moved, with a calm confidence that made me feel safe, like nothing bad could ever happen as long as he was around.

But it was more than just these little things. It was the way he made me feel like I was home, even when they were just sitting on a park bench, not saying a word. It was the way my name sounded when he said it, soft and warm, like a secret he was sharing with me and only me.

I knew I was in love. And with each passing day, that love grew deeper, until I couldn't imagine a world without him in it. I didn't just love him, I adored him, cherished him, in a way that felt like breathing, natural and necessary. Hex was everything to me, and I knew I would love him for the rest of my life.

Thank you for being such an incredible part of my life. Your presence means the world to me, and I want you to know just how deeply I appreciate you. I love you more than words can express, and I will forever be greatfull that I met you.

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