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kayewrite · 15 days ago

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Leave Before You Love Me

Minho x reader!! Leeknow x reader!! genre; fluff, angst. word count:6.8k

summary; "Two hearts met at the wrong time, but maybe—just maybe—the wrong beginning could lead to the right kind of love." 💔➡️❤️ an: i think.. im back? huhu. hi guys please enjoy this fic! ill make it up to you guys ill update. i hope you like this

I was always faithful.

Faithful to my long-term girlfriend.

I loved seeing her wake up beside me.

I loved how her eyes fluttered open slowly, how her lashes brushed her cheeks, and how she smiled half-asleep the moment she saw me watching.

I loved how she giggled when she ate her ice cream, always with that little crinkle in her nose.

How her eyes lit up like fairy lights whenever I surprised her.

How she looked funny, cute, and stunningly beautiful all at once—especially when I took stolen shots of her. She hated them. But I loved them. I loved her.

I loved how her hair smelled like home.

I loved when she cooked me my favorite dish, even after a long day.

I loved how she immediately hugged the stuffed toys I gave her like they were her most prized treasures.

How she teared up when I gave her flowers like it was the first bouquet she ever received.

How she kissed me with pure joy and whispered, "I missed you," every time I came home from work trips.

How she cried and hugged me tight like I was the only one she could hold on to.

I loved her.

Her touch.

Her kisses.

Her voice.

I loved her so much that I could picture us sitting on a porch at ninety—wrinkled, slow, but still hand in hand. Kids calling us Mommy and Daddy. A lifetime of shared mornings and sleepy goodnights.

I loved her so much that I’d give her the world, without hesitation.

I was sure of it.

Really…

Really?

I love her so much…

But then… why am I feeling this way?

I love her so much—I’m confident in it.

But why, when I see her smile… does my heart flutter in a way it shouldn't?

I love my girlfriend. I do. But why do I find myself hoping that the smile of that girl with the yellow top never fades?

Why does it hurt seeing her cry silently after getting scolded by our boss, even though she tries so hard not to show it?

Why…?

Just why?

Maybe… maybe I only feel sad for her. She told me her life’s been hard. No parents. No one to go home to. Maybe I just pity her.

Yes. Maybe she just needs someone. Maybe she’s like a sister to me.

Right?

Right.

Of course.

I love my girlfriend so much that when summer break in our company starts, I’ll finally take her on that trip. I’ll kneel, open the little box, and propose like I’ve always planned. Like I should.

I was about to smash the printer when all the papers came out blank. Again.

Like seriously—why do printers break only when you're in a rush?

“Woah! Don’t do that to Mr. Grr!”

I froze, caught off guard by the familiar voice of Y/N, my co-worker.

“You call it what?” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused.

“Mr. Grr,” she repeated without blinking. “And you shouldn’t hit him. He gets worse when he’s scared.”

She took the paper from my hands like she was a printer whisperer, tapping the buttons gently and patting it like it was a crying baby.

“Mr. Grr, not now please. We’re all stressed. Just do your thing, okay?” she mumbled, still gently coaxing it.

I couldn’t help but stare. “Gentle parenting doesn’t work on machines,” I muttered, half-laughing.

But she didn’t even hear me—she was too focused.

“I promise! This worked last time!” She tapped it again, pressing a different combo of buttons, like she was entering a cheat code for patience.

Still… nothing. The printer continued to spit out blank sheets like a passive-aggressive ghost.

I sighed, frustrated, about to raise my fist—

—and she beat me to it.

“YOU USELESS PIECE OF—” she kicked it. Then again. And again.

I should’ve stopped her. I really should’ve.

But all I could do was laugh. Laugh like an idiot.

Because it was so her.

Unpredictable.

Passionate.

Weird.

And when the manager started walking over, already frowning, I stepped in without thinking.

I grabbed her hand gently. “Hey, hey. Calm down,” I said, still laughing.

She looked at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. And suddenly it was too quiet.

Too soft.

Mr. Grr, huh?

It was lunchtime.

As usual, if you’re an employed person—even if you're starving—you can’t fully enjoy your food. Your mind stays glued to deadlines and unfinished reports. Even if the food tastes good, your body just… doesn’t digest it well.

I was about to call Kim-- my girlfriends, and tell her I’d be doing overtime again because of the mountain of work. But she didn’t answer her phone. I understood. She was a virtual assistant—she had her own deadlines to fight.

I missed her.

We only saw each other twice a week now—every weekend because she works in another city.

Our apartment felt emptier without her.

I took a bite of my braised pork and lazily looked around the cafeteria. That’s when I saw something at the counter.

Her.

Y/N. Again.

Why do I keep seeing her everywhere lately?

"I'm really sorry! I tripped!"

A flustered employee bent down, trying to help wipe Y/N’s now-stained uniform.

A lot of food had splashed onto her. The floor was a mess. People were scrambling to help clean up while others just stood awkwardly watching.

But what caught me wasn’t the mess.

It was her expression.

No anger. No disgust. Not even a frustrated sigh.

She just stood there—shocked, maybe—but then took a napkin from her tray and simply said, “It’s okay.”

And smiled.

If it were me, I’d understand the employee too. Maybe they were tired. Stressed. We all have off days.

But I didn’t expect her to be that calm. Most people—especially girls with nice clothes—would’ve at least frowned or snapped.

She left her tray on the table and quietly walked away, probably heading to the nearest restroom.

I shrugged and continued eating.

She’s fine.

She can handle herself.

Everything has a solution.

Right?

I waited outside the nearest restroom.

Leaning against the wall, jacket in hand, I checked my watch.

Only five minutes left in my break.

I kept glancing toward the women’s restroom, only to awkwardly look away whenever someone came out. I must’ve looked suspicious, standing here like some confused mannequin.

Where was she?

She never came back to her seat. The food on her tray was left untouched. That’s why I brought this jacket.

Wait… what am I even doing?

What are you doing?

I blinked at the realization.

Why did I even care that she didn’t come back?

Why was I picturing her silently crying in a cubicle, trying to wash off stains that wouldn’t come out?

I turned, ready to walk away.

I’m just helping her because I’m a good guy. Yes. That’s it.

I’m concerned.

Any friend would be.

Other co-workers probably worried about her too.

So it’s fine. I’m just… thoughtful.

Stop overthinking. Not everything has to mean something.

I checked my watch again. Still waiting.

And then—finally—she came out.

Her uniform was a little damp, her hair slightly messy.

“Oh! Mr. Lee?” she blinked in surprise when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I saw what happened earlier. Thought maybe you needed help,” I said, stumbling a bit over my words. Why was I nervous?

“Ah, yes. Haha…” she let out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Thanks for the concern. I actually found a solution.”

She glanced down at her shirt.

“I washed it in the sink and stood under the hand dryer for like ten minutes. It’s not fully dry, but it’ll do.”

Of course she figured it out.

Of course she handled it herself.

“Well, that’s good,” I said, looking at the jacket in my hand. It wasn’t needed anymore.

“I guess I’ll head back to work now.”

“Okay. Thank you again,” she said, smiling.

“…Your food is cold now.”

That slipped out before I could stop it.

I turned and walked away.

“Thanks again!” she called out from behind.

We had an emergency meeting this afternoon.

It was serious. Heavy. Like we were all standing on the edge of a cliff.

The manager stood at the front, arms crossed, his usual light tone replaced by pressure. "Our company’s performance has dropped significantly this quarter,” he started. “If this keeps up, the next step is downsizing. We need ideas—concrete ones. What can we improve? Streamline? Cut back on?"

Silence.

The room was stiff. You could feel the tension in the air as everyone exchanged glances. No one wanted to speak first.

I cleared my throat and slowly raised my hand. “Well, I’ve been checking our logistics reports… and I think we’ve been spending way too much on outsourced tech services that we can actually handle in-house if we just retrain some of our own staff. It’ll cost less long-term, and we already have the talent.”

There were murmurs. A few people nodded. The manager raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “That’s… a very valid point, Mr. Lee. Retraining instead of outsourcing could cut costs and boost productivity. Noted.”

I nodded and sat back down, feeling that slight burn of attention. But just before I could fully relax, I caught her eyes.

Y/N.

Sitting right across from me.

She had her pen poised over her tablet, her eyes laser-focused like she was calculating something. Then, she blinked and looked away, fixing her gaze on the monitor. Was she thinking about what I said?

The next speaker was called. I tried to listen.

Then came her name.

I thought she'd just stand up and share some points verbally like the rest of us, but to my surprise—she stood, walked to the front, and connected her tablet to the monitor.

Wait… she made a presentation? Just like that? How?

And then she started talking.

She outlined all the ideas discussed—mine included—but added layers to them. More logic. More context. She tied them together into a cohesive plan, all while speaking with such quiet confidence that even our manager stopped frowning.

I’d known she was smart.

But I didn’t know she was… this.

Maybe I never really paid enough attention.

But now I couldn’t stop.

After the meeting, everyone looked… lighter. Like that tight knot in our throats had finally been untangled. We’d done something good. Maybe, just maybe, we bought the company some time.

I packed my things and sent Kim a quick message:

“Finished work early tonight. Hope you’re doing okay. Get some rest.”

Then I joined the others by the elevator.

"You wanna come with us, Mr. Lee?" Chan asked. “We’re going for a drink—just to celebrate not crashing and burning today.”

“Maybe next time,” I smiled politely. “I just wanna sleep right now.”

"Can I go with you guys?"

We turned around.

It was her.

Y/N. Still full of life, like she hadn’t just gone through a draining day.

“Of course, come on,” said Mr. Han cheerfully.

I sighed quietly. I really didn’t want to go. I hated hangovers.

“You should join us, Mr. Lee,” she said, turning to me with a small smile. “Little wins should still be celebrated.”

“He’s tired,” Chan answered for me, smiling knowingly.

I don’t know how I ended up here.

A round table filled with hot soup, sizzling grilled meat, and coworkers laughing too loud. Juniors passed around shot glasses like it was tradition. Someone cranked up a K-pop song in the background.

Maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt.

But this girl beside me?

She clearly didn’t stop at just one.

“Stop drinking already!” Jisung nudged Y/N’s glass away.

“What are you, my boyfriend?” she slurred, laughing as she tried to pour herself another shot. “Why would I listen to youuu?”

“Because we’re concerned! Jeez!”

The others laughed, shaking their heads.

I looked at her.

Cheeks flushed. Hair a little messy from moving too much. Eyes gleaming under the dim lights.

She was loud and chaotic and real.

The kind of person you couldn’t ignore, even when you tried.

Then she turned to me.

"You were cool today, Mr. Lee," she said casually, almost like it didn’t mean much.

But her eyes were warm. Steady. "Like… really. The way you spoke earlier during the meeting? I don’t know, it was… I guess I never really noticed how sharp you are when you’re focused."

I blinked.

I’ve heard compliments before. I know I do my job well. I’ve been praised by higher-ups. Kim always tells me I’m smart and capable.

But for some reason… Hearing it from her felt different.

It didn’t just land in my ears. It hit me.

Right in the middle of my chest.

Like something warm I wasn’t ready to feel.

I looked away for a second.

And I smiled. Softly.

“…Thanks,” I said.

And in that exact moment…

I felt something I shouldn't.

Morning came. I arrived at the office earlier than usual. My coworkers trickled in looking like zombies—sleep-deprived and dragging themselves through the door like they had no choice but to exist. Which, honestly, they didn’t.

I buried myself in emails and paperwork, trying to focus, when the door opened.

Y/N walked in.

Late.

Not drastically, but still late.

…Wait. I noticed that?

She looked wrecked. Probably from last night—Mr. Han had to make sure she got home safely because she drank way too much. Her face said it all: puffy eyes, tired gaze, the kind of look that screams “please not today.”

I almost chuckled to myself.

Days passed. Life moved. Work piled up. But lately—no matter how much I buried myself in tasks—I noticed something else piling up too.

My awareness of her.

I caught myself glancing whenever she shifted in her seat, whenever she stood up to make coffee, even when she went to the balcony just to breathe. It's not like I was trying to notice her—it just happened. Like some involuntary reflex I couldn’t control.

And the way I looked at her…

It reminded me of how I used to look at my girlfriend. Back when everything between us was fresh. Back when just watching her do nothing felt like a privilege.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I needed to fix myself.

Maybe a strong, bitter coffee would snap me out of it.

I stood up and headed to the pantry.

“Make me one too, please,” Mr. Chan said as I passed by.

I nodded, barely listening.

I mean—Y/N is beautiful. But so are a lot of people here. And it never bothered me before.

This… this was different. And I hated that I couldn’t explain why.

I needed Kim.

She always made things feel clear.

I pulled out my phone and called her.

“Hello, babe?”

Her voice was soft and familiar. I instantly smiled. Just hearing her calmed the noise in my head.

We talked for a short while. She told me about her day, reminded me to rest, and said she missed me. I wanted to say more—but I kept it short. I felt… guilty. For reasons I couldn’t even explain.

Like I had done something wrong even though I hadn’t.

Like I was standing too close to a line I didn’t intend to cross.

What am I even doing?

Maybe I was just stressed.

Work can twist your thoughts, right?

When we ended the call, I stood there, hand on the coffee machine, zoned out completely. The machine beeped.

“Your coffee’s ready.”

I blinked.

Right. Mr. Chan’s coffee.

“Is that for Mr. Chan?” a voice said beside me.

I turned. Of course, it was her.

Y/N.

I gave a small nod, pretending I didn’t care. Pretending I didn’t notice her hair still a little messy or how tired she looked but still managed to smile.

“Well, guess I won’t make him one anymore,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Took you too long.”

I almost smiled. That impatient dumb.

“I think I’ll go now,” I said flatly, picking up the cup.

“Wait—can I ask you something?” she said, stopping me.

I paused.

“I know this is probably dumb,” she continued, shifting awkwardly, “but… the boss just called me into his office. He wants me to attend a seminar in the next city. He said I could bring someone along. I know you’ll probably say no but… still. I wanted to ask anyway.”

I stared at her.

I should say no.

I should tell her to ask Mr. Chan instead.

But that city… it’s where Kim is.

Maybe I could visit her too.

“…I’ll think about it.”

Lie.

I wouldn’t.

The office was quiet. Too quiet, actually. The only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic tapping of keyboards and the occasional sigh from someone trying not to lose their mind.

Everyone was buried in deadlines. Eyes glued to screens. Coffee mugs half full—or half empty, depending on how their day was going.

I was deep into my task… until I hit a wall.

Of course I would. Because the next step of my work relied on Y/N’s output. Her report. Her data.

I leaned back in my chair and let out a quiet breath.

Why does it have to be her part that I need?

I stood up and walked over to her cubicle. She looked focused, her pen tapping against the desk while her eyes darted between tabs.

“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice low.

She turned and blinked. “Oh—yes?”

“I’m stuck. I need your report to move forward with mine.”

“Oh shoot—yes, I just finished the outline but not the graphs. Wait, I’ll show you.” She shuffled to the side and gestured to the seat next to her.

I sat down beside her, leaning slightly to see her monitor. She clicked through a few windows, and as I leaned closer, a soft scent hit me.

Her shampoo.

It smelled like something floral. Clean. Calming. Not too strong, but… noticeable.

I almost forgot what I came here for.

Focus. Work. You’re here for work.

She pulled up a chart. “See, I just need to match these values to the quarterly format, but it’s already linked to your file. I didn’t want to mess with your part.”

“We can fix it together,” I said, pointing to a row. “If you duplicate this logic and apply it here—”

She finished the thought with a click. “—then it connects to your formula. Got it.”

I looked at her. “You’re quick.”

She smiled. “You’re easy to work with.”

…Great. Now my brain had officially melted.

Later, during lunch.

I sat alone at my usual spot in the cafeteria, pushing the food around my plate again like a child who didn’t want to eat vegetables. The rice was warm, the meat was tender—but my appetite was missing.

Again.

I picked up my fork and forced a bite. It tasted fine. Just fine.

I sighed, glancing toward the counter where employees lined up for food.

That’s when I saw her.

Y/N.

She was laughing softly with someone.

Standing beside her was Seungmin, the new junior hire. Fresh-faced, eager, and frankly too charming for his own good.

She was assigned to guide him. Of course. Introduce him around, help him settle in. Probably explain all the chaotic systems we never bothered to document.

Still… watching her there—standing next to someone else, someone younger, someone smiling back at her like he had all the time in the world—something twisted in my chest.

Why does it feel like this?

Like something dull and uninvited had made its home just beneath my ribs.

They grabbed their trays and found a seat together.

She’s just doing her job, I reminded myself.

Still… it didn’t stop the way my appetite completely vanished.

I found myself back at the printer again.

Same spot. Same machine.

This time, I was hoping it wouldn’t decide to ruin my life the moment I needed it most. I pressed the buttons, fed the documents, and braced myself for the worst—

Whirrrrr. Print. Slide. Whirrr. Print.

Huh.

The papers slid out smoothly, one by one, like the machine suddenly decided to be a good citizen of the office world. No jams. No blinking red lights. No threatening to catch fire.

Just… printing. Like a normal, well-behaved machine.

I blinked at it.

“Wow,” I muttered, genuinely impressed. “You work now?”

I waited for the last page to drop into the tray, then reached out and gave the side of the printer a light pat.

“Good job, Mr. Grr.”

I didn’t even realize I said it until the words left my mouth. I paused, lips pressing into a line.

Mr. Grr.

That nickname.

The memory flashed in my mind: Y/N tapping the printer, whispering to it like a child calming down a tantrum. That stubborn look in her eyes. Her laugh when it still refused to work. The way she lost it and kicked it before the manager almost scolded her.

That day was chaotic.

I smirked a little to myself and shook my head.

“Don’t get used to the compliments,” I muttered to the printer. “You still suck 99% of the time.”

But I picked up my papers with less frustration than usual.

Maybe Mr. Grr just needed a little belief. Or maybe he worked better when he remembered her hands tapping gently on his side.

Or maybe I was just too tired and giving personality to a piece of plastic.

Either way, I walked back to my desk—printer papers in hand, and a tiny smile on my face I didn’t bother explaining.

I was already halfway back to my desk, papers in hand, when I heard a voice behind me:

“Did you just say Mr. Grr?”

I froze.

That voice.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

I slowly glanced over my shoulder.

Y/N was standing near the printer, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and the most obnoxiously smug smile playing on her lips.

She heard me.

“I—I didn’t,” I said, too fast. Way too fast. “You’re hearing things.”

She walked closer, casually leaned against the desk beside mine, and tilted her head. “So now I’m hallucinating nicknames for printers?”

“I mean… maybe you’re just stressed.”

“You patted it.” She pointed at my hand. “Like it was a living, breathing thing.”

“I was—thanking it. That’s different.”

“Ohhh, thanking Mr. Grr, huh?” she grinned, clearly enjoying this too much. “Interesting. I thought you said gentle parenting never works here?”

I groaned and rubbed my face, trying to hide the fact that I was smiling. “Are you seriously going to bring that back?”

“Are you seriously calling the printer the same name you laughed at me for?”

“…Okay. Fine. Maybe I said it. Once. Out of instinct. Happy?”

She chuckled, and for some reason that little sound made my chest tighten slightly.

“You’re lucky Mr. Grr worked this time,” she said, walking past me. “Or else I would’ve kicked him again. With heels.”

“I think that’s why he listened,” I called after her, watching her head shake as she laughed on her way back to her cubicle.

My smirk lingered even after she disappeared from view.

Mr. Grr, huh.

Guess the name’s grown on me, too.

It’s been three days since I last got a full reply from Kim. I tried messaging her again this morning, but it was left on read. She’s probably busy. I mean, she is a virtual assistant—always juggling clients and shifting schedules. That’s what I keep telling myself.

So I didn’t mind it.

Or at least… I tried not to.

I didn’t tell her I’d be in her city next week either. Thought it’d be a nice surprise. Maybe it would fix whatever this strange distance is between us. I already agreed to join the seminar anyway. I told myself it was the perfect opportunity—to support the company, and at the same time… see her. Just like old times.

The office was quiet again—our usual afternoon rhythm. Everyone was focused, typing intensely on their keyboards. The silence was only interrupted by the occasional mouse click or cough from across the room.

I was reviewing a document and preparing it for submission when I got stuck again. I needed a set of numbers from Y/N’s report—the final piece before I could send mine out. I sighed and stood from my chair, walking over to her cubicle.

She was typing quickly, brows slightly furrowed. “Hey,” I said, leaning down a bit to peek at her screen.

That’s when I smelled her shampoo. Clean. Subtle. Like freshly cut apples and a little vanilla.

Focus.

She glanced at me and blinked, “Oh, you need the numbers from this morning, right?”

I nodded, and without hesitation, she scooted slightly to the side and tilted her monitor toward me. We went through the spreadsheet together—quietly, efficiently—and before I knew it, we finished the task faster than I expected. We made a good team.

Again.

Back in the office, I forced myself to focus on my screen when I heard it.

The manager’s voice, louder than usual, cutting through the quiet.

“Mr. Seungmin! This file was not supposed to be sent out like this! Did you even review it?”

Everyone subtly turned their heads, pretending to work but clearly listening.

Y/N stood up without hesitation.

“Sir, I asked him to handle that. I should’ve reviewed it before submission—it was a misstep on both ends.”

Her voice was firm. Steady.

She then looked at Seungmin and gently patted his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll get better. Just keep learning.”

He thanked her quietly, head low.

And I?

I clenched my jaw.

He did mess up. He’s done it several times. Why is no one pointing that out?

But before I could say anything, she spoke again, as if she already anticipated what I was thinking.

“He’s still new,” she added. “Everyone needs someone to believe in them when they’re starting out.”

She didn’t say it with pride.

She said it with warmth.

I sat back in my chair and stared at my screen.

For some reason, her words echoed louder than they should have.

The seminar hall was packed with professionals from different firms, all seated neatly in rows, facing the wide stage. I adjusted my blazer and took my seat near the aisle, glancing around casually until—

My heart skipped.

There she was.

Y/N, walking in.

Wearing a dress that flowed just past her knees, simple but elegant. It wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t loud—but it was her. And somehow, it caught me off guard. She’s always been beautiful, I’ve always known that… but this—this felt different.

New.

She caught my gaze and smiled briefly before taking the seat beside me. We said nothing at first, just a quiet exchange of breath and glances as the opening remarks began.

Throughout the seminar, we sat side by side, listening, nodding, jotting things down on our pads. Every now and then, she leaned a little closer to whisper something about the speaker, or a slide that flashed too fast. I responded with a smirk or a soft reply, careful not to let my voice carry. We weren't even saying anything important. But the way her shoulder brushed mine every time she leaned in—it was enough to keep my thoughts distracted.

Too distracted.

—

It was already dusk when the seminar ended. The crowd slowly spilled out of the building, some chatting, others already planning their evening dinners.

Y/N and I stepped outside. The air was humid, and she was quiet beside me. I noticed her slowing down.

“Hey,” I asked, concerned. “You okay?”

She stopped walking. “I just… got a little dizzy. Maybe the room was too stuffy.”

Without hesitation, I steadied her arm. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

She didn’t argue.

I walked beside her, steady and slow, keeping a hand just behind her back, just in case. She leaned on me slightly—not too much, just enough to make me feel the weight of her trust. My mind ran faster than my footsteps.

I didn’t plan for this.

I didn’t expect this.

We reached the hotel entrance, and I guided her through the lobby, toward the elevator. She looked pale, but she still tried to smile. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I said, firmer than I meant to.

The elevator dinged. We stepped in.

Just a few more steps to her room.

But just as we rounded the corner of her hallway—

“…Babe?”

I froze.

That voice.

I turned around, and there she was.

Kim.

Standing a few doors down, her arms holding a coffee tray and some files, clearly not expecting to see this.

She looked at me.

Then at Y/N.

Then at the way I was holding Y/N’s arm gently, protectively.

Silence.

Too long of a silence.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Y/N stood up a little straighter, her hand subtly slipping away from mine.

And just like that—

The hallway felt heavier than any seminar room we had just left.

“Kim—wait!” I called out, but her figure had already turned the corner.

She was running.

And so I did too.

“Kim, please, it’s not what you think! I swear!” My voice echoed down the hallway.

But she didn’t stop.

She didn’t even turn back.

I chased after her out of instinct, out of desperation, but I never caught up. She was gone before I could explain… before I could even process how everything flipped in seconds.

I stood outside the hotel alone, breath uneven. All I could do was whisper a weak, “I’m sorry,” to the night air. But no one heard it. Not even her.

That night, I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.

I stared at the ceiling of my room, tossing and turning, hearing the echo of her footsteps in my head, the way her eyes clouded with hurt, the disbelief on her face. I told myself over and over again that it didn’t mean anything. That what I felt for Y/N was just—just confusion. Work stress. Proximity. Something meaningless.

And if it wasn’t meaningless?

It should be.

I have a girlfriend.

Or at least—I did.

I had to make things right.

Morning came heavy and unforgiving. My body wanted to shut down, but my mind was already set. When the rest of the team checked out and headed back to the office, I stayed behind.

I told them I had something personal to handle.

And I did.

I passed by a flower shop on the way. I picked out her favorite roses—white with soft pink edges, the kind she once mentioned liking when we passed by a garden, back when things were still simple.

I held them tightly, determined, as I approached her apartment building.

Maybe she wouldn’t forgive me right away. Maybe she’d shout, or cry, or not even open the door.

But I had to try.

I just wanted her to know I chose her.

I reached her door—and it was already slightly open.

“Kim?” I called gently, pushing it a bit.

What I saw stopped me in place.

She was there. —with someone else.

My friend.

And before they even noticed me standing frozen at the door, I heard their voices—clearly, painfully.

“Yes… I saw him cheating on me!” Kim said, her voice breaking.

“But you cheated too,” the man said, his hand on her back. “You’re both just… cheating with different people.”

Kim covered her face and sobbed. “I don’t know… I just—It hurts. I know I’ll hurt him if he ever sees me like this. But it also hurt me so much… to see him with her.”

“Then why did you do this?” he asked softly.

Kim was quiet. Then, almost whispering:

“Because he never had time for me. I have needs too, you know…”

And just like that, she leaned forward and kissed him.

That was the moment she finally saw me.

She pulled away from the kiss and froze. Her eyes widened in horror.

I was just standing there—roses still in my hand, heart now shattered on the floor.

I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.

Because yes, maybe I cheated… mentally. Maybe thinking about Y/N too often was already a betrayal. But I fought it. I tried. I stayed. I loved Kim through all the chaos in my mind.

I didn’t cross that line.

But what I just witnessed… was different.

That wasn’t a feeling.

That was a choice.

I didn’t even know when my legs started moving. Only that they did. I turned, and I ran.

Ran from the sight. Ran from the pain. Ran from everything.

A few days passed. Kim’s messages came in like small aftershocks. At first, there were questions. Then, accusations. Then silence.

Until the last one finally came:

“Fine! I cheated! I’m tired of fixing this relationship.”

I stared at the screen for a long time.

I waited for more. For something softer to follow. But nothing came.

She gave up. Just like that.

Maybe she was already tired way before I realized it. Or maybe I just gave her too many reasons to be.

But me? I didn’t stop.

I worked nonstop.

Didn’t even notice how many hours passed—didn’t care either. I skipped breaks. Skipped meals. Skipped feeling.

Maybe that’s what a broken heart does. It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t cry. It just… turns you quiet.

Colleagues were starting to worry. I’d hear them whisper sometimes.

“He’s still here?” “It’s almost 10PM…” “Did he even eat lunch?”

But I just kept working. It was easier. Easier to drown in reports and deadlines than to sit with my thoughts. Easier to feel the weight of stress than the weight of what I lost.

So I stayed late. Again. And again. Sometimes, I’d be the last one to turn off the office lights. Sometimes, I wished I didn’t have to turn them off at all.

I guess this is what pain and guilt does—it doesn’t always hurt like knives… sometimes it numbs you so deeply, even exhaustion loses its meaning.

I was tired.

But even that… I couldn’t feel anymore.

I was just here.

Working.

Breathing.

Trying.

Because if I stopped… if I slowed down for even one second, I knew I’d remember everything.

And I wasn’t ready for that.

Not yet.

One morning, as I scrolled through a dull chain of emails, a cup of coffee slid silently across my table.

I looked up.

Y/N.

She gave me a soft smile, hesitant, almost like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to still be kind to me.

“Thanks,” I said, voice quieter than I intended.

She nodded and walked away.

I needed air. The kind that didn’t taste like burnt coffee and broken expectations.

I went to the office balcony.

The cold breeze slapped my face—finally, something I could feel.

“Hey,” a voice spoke gently from behind.

Y/N.

She stood beside me, eyes searching mine.

“I… I feel guilty,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “If I hadn’t gotten dizzy that day… if I hadn’t needed your help, maybe you two wouldn’t have…”

Her voice trailed off.

I exhaled. “It’s okay.”

I didn’t say more.

Because how do you say, “It’s okay because I found out she was already sleeping with someone else”?

“I messaged her,” she added, voice trembling. “Tried to explain that it wasn’t what she thought. That you were just helping me… but she blocked me.”

Of course she did. Why would Kim want truth now?

“I’ll go talk to her,” Y/N insisted, eyes pleading. “She has to know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll make her understand.”

“Don’t,” I said, finally turning to look at her.

Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”

I stared at the horizon.

“Because there’s nothing left to save.”

Her lips parted, confused. “What do you mean?”

I forced a breath. The truth sat like a stone in my throat. Heavy. Sharp.

“She cheated,” I said. “And not just with anyone. With my friend. And I also did..”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “No… no, you didn’t—”

“We did.” My voice was calm. Too calm. That kind of numb calm that only happens when you’ve run out of tears.

She didn’t say anything.

So I added, “And the worst part is… I don’t know which one of us started cheating first.”

Her voice cracked. “What do you mean?”

I finally looked her in the eye.

“You asked who I cheated with,” I said quietly. “And the truth is… I didn’t. Not with my body. But…”

I paused. Looked away again. Swallowed hard.

“I cheated with my heart.”

The breeze was suddenly colder.

“I cheated every time I looked at you and forgot what love was supposed to feel like with someone else. Every time I laughed at your jokes. Every time I noticed your perfume. Every time I stayed a little longer in your orbit because it felt… lighter.”

A long silence. Her breath hitched.

“What I felt for you,” I said, voice breaking, “was real. But it was wrong.”

Y/N stayed still. I didn’t expect her to speak. But she did.

“I think…” she began slowly, “this really was my fault.”

I turned to her.

“Because I fell for you too,” she whispered, her voice raw and shaking. “The man I knew could never be mine… because he already belonged to someone else.”

And there we were.

Two people standing still, with too many feelings and nowhere to put them.

Not together.

Not apart.

Just suspended in the heartbreak.

Y/N didn’t speak right away.

But when she finally did, her voice carried the weight of everything she’d kept in.

“I tried to impress you, you know?” she said, looking down at her fingers as they fidgeted. “Back when we had that emergency meeting, I was saying things I barely even understood—just hoping you’d notice me.”

I blinked, surprised.

She smiled faintly. “And that night I got drunk? I was so embarrassed… but a part of me was glad you saw me that way. Not perfect. Not composed. Just… me. That girl who liked you so much, she said things she shouldn’t.”

I didn’t interrupt. Just listened.

“I stared at you when you were working,” she confessed, cheeks turning a little red. “Not just once. A lot. Maybe too much. And when you got stuck in the printing room—Mr. Grr,” she added with a soft laugh, “I knew you were stressed. I wanted to help… even if it was just with a jammed printer.”

I chuckled lightly. “Mr. Grr did finally behave.”

“And when you came to my desk asking for my part,” she said, her smile turning gentler, “I liked those moments. I liked that you needed me, even if it was just for work. I liked seeing you up close.”

She paused for a breath.

“When you said yes to the seminar, I couldn’t even hide how happy I was. I know it was wrong. To want you like that. To hope for something when you had someone already. But… I liked you too much, Mr. Lee. And being wrong? It just… faded.”

She looked up at me, guilt shimmering in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I nodded slowly. “It’s okay.”

Because it was.

Not because we were blameless—but because I understood now.

“It was the mentality,” I said. “If I was really faithful, nothing would’ve swayed me. But I let myself fall… fast. Too fast. That’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

We both laughed softly.

“Who even says sorry to who first in this situation?” she asked, eyes glinting through the sadness.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “But here we are.”

Two hearts, sitting with the wreckage of what they felt.

Two people who didn’t mean to break anything.

But did.

She took a deep breath. “I guess feelings really can’t be stopped, huh?”

“No,” I said quietly. “But they can be understood.”

She nodded. “I know we started… the wrong way.”

I looked at her. “Yeah. But if—if we were given a chance someday… maybe we could start right.”

A silence hung between us.

Hopeful. Gentle.

“But not now,” I added.

She nodded again. “Not now.”

Because right now…

We need to work.

We need to heal.

We need to grow separately from the mess we made together.

We exchanged one last look—neither heavy nor forced. Just something real. Something honest.

She smiled faintly and turned to walk back inside the office.

And I followed.

Because even if the heart aches, life goes on.

—The End.

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thetrasha · 2 days ago

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Ok but can i get some fluff on shanks, Beckman, Marco and Ace? Maybe how they try to cool you down after suffering a heat stroke? Where i live we are getting a severe heat wave and its causing me to lose salts from sweats making me suffer a bit

I hope it's gotten a bit better for you, but I'm getting cooked in my own room, too, so... yeah 😭🤝And this is just a PSA: I didn't include actual heatstroke in the request because... the only one on that list who'd be able to help at all is Marco LOL Heatstroke is incredibly dangerous, so if you suspect you're suffering from it, call the emergency services immediately.

This is just a heatwave extravaganza edition because we're all suffering through summer (not including you Southern Hemisphere guys grr)

Cooler Than Me

feat. SHANKS, BENN BECKMAN, MARCO, ACE

SHANKS

Shanks is the type to approach things in a fun way.

As the Captain, Shanks is certainly used to making rational decisions that can be explained with logical reasoning… as a person, however, he isn’t quite as likely to keep his cool. He’d be miserable once the heat gets to him and lose it on a pretty tight schedule. Frustrated groans and curses just follow him around once he realised that his own sweat seeped through today’s linen shirt once more – after he’d let his cape be, too. It’s a tragedy! With you as his beloved, he tries to prevent himself from turning into a complete grump, but every sweet moment at night is cut off after he realises, after barely a minute, that he cannot cuddle you to sleep today without dying.

Shanks is still very much smitten with you and cannot bear to watch you suffer just as much as he does. Most of his crew can handle the heat, some even prefer the intense climate of summer islands, but you two stick out like a sore thumb. Shanks, as fun-loving as ever, would try to cheer you up by eating popsicles with you. It’s a sweet treat that cools you from the inside out – and he can share flavours with you. Watching how giggly you get when you saw just how deeply red the ice cold popsicle dyed his tongue made it worth all the hassle. He excitedly looks at your own tongue, now dyed as blue as the sea.

And he cannot help but kiss you right then and there.

BENN BECKMAN

Benn notices just how much you struggle, feeling sympathetic towards the person he secretly fell in love with… He doesn’t want to treat you any different from the rest, you should be able to fit in without any complications, but the Vice Captain himself just cannot ignore his affections for you, no matter how much he tries to bury them. He follows you around like a ghost and wordlessly hands you glasses of water. Somehow, he picked up on your bad habits and takes care of you in his own way. The water’s always cool, fresh and he always appears when you need him the most.

Benn is the type to approach things in a methodical way.

Benn is a force to be reckoned with. You may not hear him, but you can feel his presence; that’s how imposing he is. Despite not hailing from more exotic lands, he can handle the heat quite well. If the temperatures rise too much, he cools himself down by keeping his hair wet. Still, he’s willing to move crates around, do ship maintenance and do other forms of physical labour. It honestly makes you jealous. He is so unbothered that he doesn’t even look like he’s sweating all that much. Meanwhile, you can barely move around without breaking a sweat. Moisture gathers at the nape of your neck as the sun beats down on you, which has you taking a shower almost twice a day. It is ridiculous!

It’s bizarre, but you might just pick up on the fact that acts of service are his love language and he’s desperately trying to be serious and respectful about this…

MARCO

Marco is a doctor, which means that he’s definitely best equipped to help you. Plus, his eyes just dart towards you fanning hot air towards yourself after Whitebeard asked you to mop the deck… and you just chose to do it in the dry heat. Congratulations, now you’ve got Marco monitoring you. He watches you carefully, analysing every sway with a judgmental gaze – he’s always ready to step in and excuse you for the day, but he also doesn’t want to take your autonomy away. You’re independent and he honours your own decisions, no matter how irrational they may seem. If you want to work in the sun, fine, but he’s not letting up until he can make sure you’re safe.

Marco is the type to approach things in an analytical way.

He loves you so dearly, that’s why he doesn’t even mind sneaking around your peripheral vision to make it seem like he’s nonchalant about his pining… he’s really not. He’s just waiting to pin your hair up and apply wet towels to your pulse points, slowly cooling your blood down. That refreshing feeling will distribute itself evenly throughout your body and he can just watch with a soft smile as relief makes you go lax instantly. And he’s just there, touching your neck and wrists like it doesn’t make him nervous, like there’s no fire in his eyes at the sight of you feeling so safe in his presence… You’d rest your pretty head on his shoulder and let him check your vitals… just to be close to you without seeming like a total try-hard!

Marco’s also most likely to keep you in the med bay and secretly fan air towards you with his fiery wings. It’ll be your little secret!

ACE

Ace is the type to approach things in a silly way.

So… being around Ace when you’re suffering from the extreme weather is actually pretty hard. His body temperature is just naturally a lot higher, which means the match-up is just overall bad. He trails after you like a lost puppy as he ignores all those stares that follow the two of you around. Ace doesn’t feel the heat at all – the fact that fire is hot doesn’t even register to him; he’s made of it. Of course he notices that you’re not exactly in top shape… you sweat a lot, started carrying around a massive jug of water – oh, and you avoid touching him. He’s yearning so bad, flashing you the sad kicked animal eyes every five minutes because he cannot stand not being close to you…

Ace does, however, have a genius idea that he remembers from his childhood.

You aren’t as impressed as he is when he presents a tiny kiddie pool to you… right on the main deck. Anyone could watch you lounge here, but your dear boyfriend even propped up a deckchair right next to this abomination… and the thought alone is what counts. It’s kind of sweet, to be honest, to watch him go bright red as soon as you sit down in a tiny puddle of water, looking up at him with a deadpan expression, legs hanging off one side of the meagre ‘pool’, but he still listens with rapt attention once you tell him what you’ve been up to on this hot day. He even clenches his fist in victory for this million Beri idea.

And… it’s ridiculous, but it did cool you down!

#one piece #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #op x reader #shanks x reader #beckman x reader #benn beckman x reader #marco x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #x reader #thetrasha writes #thetrasha requests

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0omillo0 · 9 months ago

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Yknow how skz is always carrying each other? Remember that one clip where they were all carrying I.N.? Can I request a I.N. x fem! 9th member reader? Where I.N. is like grr im strong too and snatches up reader and starts running away while the other members chase him to "save" the reader from the "evil" Jeongin?

JEONGIN X READER

thank you so much i had so much fun writing this!!

It had been a long day of rehearsals, and you were backstage with Stray Kids, trying to unwind. The atmosphere was lively as everyone chatted, stretched, and joked around. You were seated comfortably on a couch, sandwiched between Chan and Felix, who were scrolling through their phones and sharing memes. The rest of the members were scattered around, lounging or grabbing snacks from the refreshment table.

Jeongin, or I.N as the fans called him, had been unusually quiet. He sat across from you, his gaze flickering between the members with a mischievous glint in his eye. You raised an eyebrow, sensing something was up, but before you could ask, he suddenly stood up and cleared his throat.

“Y/N, I have something to prove,” he announced, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a playful smirk.

You tilted your head, a grin creeping onto your face. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Jeongin straightened up, flexing his arms. “Everyone always says I’m the baby of the group, the one who needs to be taken care of. But I’m strong, too!” His tone was filled with mock bravado, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Changbin, who was sitting nearby, snorted and exchanged a knowing look with Hyunjin. “Yeah, sure you are, Jeongin,” Changbin teased, crossing his arms. “You can barely open a jar of pickles without help.”

The room burst into laughter, and Jeongin’s face turned slightly red. “Hey, I’m stronger than I look!” he defended, looking at you with a determined glint in his eye.

Before you knew it, Jeongin had taken a step forward and, in one swift motion, scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself dangling upside down, clutching onto him to avoid slipping.

“Jeongin! What are you doing?” you managed to exclaim, though you couldn’t help but laugh. The room erupted into chaos as the other members stood up, feigning shock and outrage.

“Oh no, he’s taken her!” Felix cried, his eyes wide with exaggerated horror.

Chan sprang into action, pointing dramatically at Jeongin. “Put her down, you evil villain!” he shouted, barely holding back a grin.

But Jeongin was already on the move, bolting towards the door. “Sorry, guys, but Y/N’s coming with me!” he called over his shoulder, laughing as he sprinted into the hallway with you still hanging over his shoulder.

The other members didn’t waste a second before springing into action. They shot each other a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they took off after Jeongin, their footsteps echoing through the hallway.

“Jeongin, you get back here!” Seungmin shouted, his voice filled with mock urgency. He was trailing close behind, with Han and Hyunjin on his heels. You could hear Chan and Felix not far behind, the whole group chasing after Jeongin like a pack of determined rescue heroes.

As Jeongin ran, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You were still slung over his shoulder, bouncing with each step he took. He rounded a corner, darting into a narrow hallway that led to the dressing rooms, clearly trying to outsmart the others by taking the least obvious route.

“Are you having fun yet?” Jeongin asked, his voice breathless but filled with excitement.

You laughed, reaching up to lightly smack his back. “You’re so gonna pay for this, Jeongin,” you teased, though you were grinning ear to ear.

“I’ll take my chances,” he replied, picking up his pace as he heard the others gaining on him.

Hyunjin was the first to appear around the corner, his eyes locking onto you and Jeongin. “I see them!” he called back to the rest of the group, pointing dramatically as if he were a soldier in a high-stakes mission.

Jeongin took off again, heading for the exit that led to the outdoor courtyard. He burst through the door, and you both were greeted by the cool evening air. The sky was starting to darken, the first stars beginning to peek through as you made your way outside. He finally slowed to a stop, setting you down gently. You staggered a bit, catching your breath and giving him a playful glare.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said, folding your arms as you tried to regain your balance.

But Jeongin only grinned, unfazed by your mock anger. “It was worth it,” he said, catching his breath as well.

Just then, the rest of the group burst through the door, surrounding you both. Chan took the lead, hands on his hips as he looked Jeongin up and down.

“Alright, Jeongin, hand her over,” Chan said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Jeongin put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, you caught me,” he said, stepping back with a sheepish grin.

Seungmin shook his head, crossing his arms as he looked at Jeongin. “I didn’t know you had it in you, man. Kidnapping Y/N right under our noses. Bold move.”

Felix stepped forward, pulling you into a protective side-hug. “You’re safe now,” he said, winking at you. “We won’t let the evil Jeongin get to you again.”

Jeongin rolled his eyes, laughing as he looked at the group. “Alright, alright. But admit it, you were all impressed by my skills,” he said, puffing out his chest in mock pride.

Han snorted, patting Jeongin on the back. “I’ll admit, you gave us a good chase. But don’t get too comfortable—we’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

The group started heading back inside, laughing and chatting as they made their way through the hallways. Jeongin walked beside you, occasionally glancing over with a playful grin, clearly proud of his little escapade.

As you reached the lounge area, everyone settled back in, the adrenaline from the chase starting to wear off. Changbin handed you a bottle of water, which you gratefully accepted, taking a long sip as you tried to catch your breath.

Chan leaned back, stretching his arms over his head. “Alright, I think we need to implement some new security protocols around here. We can’t have Y/N getting kidnapped again,” he joked, earning a laugh from the group.

Jeongin sat next to you, nudging your shoulder. “So, how’d I do? Was that a successful kidnapping or what?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you shook your head. “It was… impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Jeongin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “See? I told you I’m strong!”

Felix leaned over, patting Jeongin on the shoulder. “Just remember, though—you mess with Y/N, you mess with all of us.”

Jeongin laughed, nodding in agreement. “Alright, alright. Lesson learned.”

The conversation gradually shifted as everyone settled back into their usual banter, talking about everything from upcoming schedules to their favorite snacks. The playful tension from the chase had dissolved, leaving behind an even stronger sense of camaraderie and warmth.

The evening carried on, and soon it was time to wrap up for the day. The members gathered their belongings, chatting and laughing as they prepared to head back to their dorms. Jeongin approached you one last time, scratching the back of his head as he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Hey, thanks for going along with my crazy idea,” he said, his tone more sincere now. “I hope I didn’t actually freak you out or anything.”

You shook your head, smiling as you looked up at him. “Not at all. It was fun. I think we all needed a little break from reality.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Good. I’m glad. I wanted to make sure you were having a good time, too.”

As you left the building with the group, walking down the dimly lit street towards the van, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. These moments of spontaneous fun, the ridiculous antics, and the unwavering support of each other—these were the memories that made everything worthwhile.

The van ride back was filled with laughter as the members recounted the chase, each one adding their own exaggerated details and perspectives. Hyunjin insisted he’d almost caught Jeongin, while Han claimed he had a plan to intercept him at the courtyard but got “distracted by a squirrel.”

By the time you reached the dorms, everyone was exhausted but in high spirits. You stepped out of the van, and Chan clapped his hands together, turning to the group.

“Alright, everyone, get some rest. We’ve got another big day tomorrow,” he said, his tone gentle but authoritative.

You and Jeongin exchanged a final glance, both of you smiling as you headed towards your respective rooms. Just before you entered, Jeongin called out to you.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He hesitated for a moment, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Next time, maybe you can be the one to kidnap me.”

You laughed, nodding as you opened the door. “Deal.”

As you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but smile. Being part of this crazy, chaotic family had its challenges, but moments like these made you feel like you belonged. And as you lay down to rest, you found yourself looking forward to the next adventure with your seven mischievous friends, knowing that no matter what happened, you’d always have each other’s backs.

#skz x reader #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids #jeongin x y/n #jeongin fluff #jeongin x reader #jeongin #in stray kids #in x reader #yang jeongin

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eggsandramem · 2 months ago

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HATE THIS FREAK/aff with and without paint splatters..

aka i wanted to try to make my own robo painter design bc it seemed fun,,, except i dont draw mecha so this was both fun and a pain GRR,,, stupid freak

i love when people make it so thaty they canhave turret arms.... i couldnt not do that too... whimsy :} v late edit; oh my GOD i forgot to color part of his arm on the paint-less version hELP

#i love love love this freak #grrrr bited #i hope it fucking EXPLODES!!!#(i dont i think i wld cry/silly)#p.ai.nter pressure #p.ai.nter roblox #painter pressure #pressure roblox #my art #eggsandramem #grrr

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grieferkisser · 9 months ago

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╰ㅤ₊ㅤ๋࣭ㅤreader x gr13f3r　 fall　᠀

ꔛ word count: 658⠀╱⠀established friendship + teen griefer 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note ⠀╱⠀mimimi i love griefer!! headcanon he started using "griefer" instead of "brad" when he was a teen ^_^ + started talking with his writing quirk later after that,,...sorry for not posting in a while,if yall have any ideas PLEASE. SEND THEM.IDC IF U R ANON JUST SEND THEM GRR

Griefer grinned as he scaled the tree effortlessly, a wicked gleam in his eye as he glanced down at you. "Struggling already?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Come on, I thought you said you wanted to try this." His foot found another sturdy branch while you struggled below.

The wind rustled the leaves, and your hesitation seemed to bother him. "You're not scared, are you?" he called down with a smirk, though there was a slight tension in his voice. When you faltered, nearly losing your grip, Griefer's expression shifted.

For a split second, concern flickered in his eyes, and he was quick to reach down, his movements sharper. "Careful!" he muttered, the mocking tone absent now. His grip was firm and steady, though his lips pressed into a thin line, betraying a deeper worry. He pulled you up beside him, his touch lingering, almost protective, before he let go. "You're hopeless," he grumbled, but there was no bite to his words.

By the time you reached the top, the view was breathtaking, but Griefer couldn’t help but notice your unease. He stood tall, arms crossed, pretending to ignore it, but his gaze flicked toward you repeatedly. He was watching you now—closer than before.

As you started to descend, something went wrong. You slipped, and before Griefer could react, you were falling. The world seemed to slow down as he watched in horror, his heart pounding. "Wait!" The smirk that usually played on his lips disappeared, replaced with wide-eyed panic.

Griefer dropped from the tree with reckless speed, landing harder than intended. His breath came in short gasps as he crouched beside you, his hands trembling as they hovered over your body. "Are you okay?" His voice cracked with barely concealed fear. "You idiot... Why didn’t you wait for me?"

His words were rough, but the frantic way he checked you over told a different story. There was no hiding the tremor in his hands now, as he scanned your body for injuries. Without waiting for a response, he scooped you into his arms, holding you tighter than necessary. "You're lucky I'm here," he muttered, though the quiver in his voice betrayed his fear. "My place isn’t far."

When you reached his house, Griefer kicked the door open, careful not to jostle you. Mayor Thaniyel, lounging on the couch with a book, looked up, his smile widening at the sight of you both.

"Back already,Brad?" Thaniyel said, his tone warm, though there was a knowing gleam in his eye. "Oh,hey ___! Brad didn't told me you were going to be with him,he's always talking about you, you know—" He paused, his brow furrowing as he noticed your condition. "Wait, what happened? Are you hurt?"

Griefer's face flushed, the mix of worry and frustration clear in his voice. "They fell," he said through gritted teeth. "It’s fine. I’ve got it."

Mayor Thaniyel frowned, his eyes softening as they lingered on you. "Alright, but make sure they're okay. Don’t push yourself too hard." His voice held a layer of genuine concern, but he knew better than to push when Griefer was this tense. "Let me know if you need help."

Griefer nodded tightly, his jaw clenched as he hurried toward the stairs. "Ignore him." he muttered under his breath, kicking his bedroom door open and gently setting you on the bed.

His hands were shaking as he grabbed the first aid kit, fumbling with the bandages. "You’re lucky I know how to do this." he mumbled, though his usual confidence was gone. He wrapped the bandage around your injury with more care than he wanted to show, eyes flicking nervously to you. For a moment, he sat there in silence, just looking at you. Then his voice came, softer, almost vulnerable. "Don’t... don’t tell anyone I freaked out,and.." He hesitated, his gaze dropping as his hand brushed against yours. "Just... be careful next time."

mayor thaniyel is a dilf real,,i smooched my computer more than 1 time while writing this...(ilovemycomputersm...)

#block tales #blocktales x reader #x reader #roblox #griefer #griefer roblox #griefer x reader #griefer blocktales #block tales griefer #mayor thaniyel #mayor thaniyel blocktales #I LOVE GRIEFER #AAAAAA #im a griefer selfshipper btw #hehahshahehasheahheah #⟡　　ars' writings　𓈒　 𓉸 #i want to slopily make out w my computer too

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dodger432101 · 21 days ago

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If it’s alright, may I request part 2 of you Demi-god fic? Specifically, The Reader and Lux having to handle when their demigod definitely is a Pantheon demigod and Lux’s at that. Such as the nanny thinking she’s going insane cause, for some reason, her charge keeps trying to stick their fingers in electrical sockets, climbing high places for lightbulbs, and she SWEARS to God, she saw that kid bring the cartoons on the TV to life!

[Got me feeling maternal for a baby that doesn't exist grr /lh I'll also do a part 3 for the other request you put in about the child. That might take a bit to come out, got quite a few other requests until I get to that one but I promise it's on its way!]

Little Celeste is over a year old now. You and Lux had fallen into a routine of caring for her; you fed her milk, he got up in the night if she woke up, and you took turns with everything else. Having a God in cartoon flesh was a big help, he could be in the kitchen making you something to eat and have an arm comically stretched to also entertain as she sat in her little high chair. Any of his cartoon antics got a laugh out of her, which was a cute bonus.

Though with her getting older, meant that she was starting to learn more. She's got some words down, mostly “Momma” “Dadda” “Yes” “No” “Please” and one of her favourites, “Light”. She was definitely the daughter of the God of Light. And most definitely the daughter of a God in the pantheon of Discord.

Celeste learned early on that she could control the light from bulbs. At first they'd just break- she had no idea of her power. Lux had to step in and help her control her abilities to avoid you spending all your money on lightbulbs. Now she likes to dim and brighten their lights if she's bored, especially if you're not paying attention to her as the increasing brightness bordering on another exploded lightbulb has your attention straight away.

Another thing she loved to do was play with the TV. Her nanny has said multiple times about the cartoon characters interacting with her on increasingly personal levels, at times even saying your daughter's name. It got harder and harder to act oblivious and naive until it finally came to a breaking point. You and Lux come home from Palazzo (he likes to see Mr Pye, he can act apathetic all he wants you know he cares about the old man) one day to find Mr Ring-A-Ding playing with your daughter and a terrified nanny who comes running to leave the house without even taking her payment. You couldn't be angry, not while Celeste was laughing away and pointing to Ring while saying “Dadda, Dadda!”.

“Ay, I'm your Dadda not him! Beat it!” Of course, jealous little Lux isn't as glad to see that happy go lucky toon, quickly chasing him back into the TV. By the way she's still laughing, you'd think she'd done it on purpose to get a rise out of her dad. Yeah, that smile tells you she did. After that you had just about every cartoon character in the house. Your God was starting to get tired of having to send back each one that his darling daughter summoned.

Lux had not been prepared for a child. When he'd first come back to Earth, he quickly read through every book on child care that you gave him, sometimes while actively doing what he was reading about. Obviously there were no books about caring for a Demigod, so the both of you have had to adapt as things appeared. He even sent for the Toymaker for advice at one point. The God of Games turned up to the door, bowing quite respectfully to you (not Lux, he wouldn't go that far) before he laid his eyes on Celeste and went: “Ah. Maestro was a little more.. grown when they were brought into this world.” While he wasn't much help with telling you how to raise her, he did bring along plenty of toys for the new addition to the pantheon’s numbers. He made the mistake of giving her a light up toy, immediately being flashbanged as Celeste decided to show off her abilities. “Definitely your child, my good Lux.” When he could see again he bows to you once more, waves to your daughter, folds down into a paper plane and flies out the letterbox. Of course, Celeste giggled away through the whole ordeal. Lux was quite proud of her for that stunt, cuddling her up to his chest and giving her plenty of kisses on the top of her head.

Even though it was tough work at times, you both dearly loved your little girl. Especially at times like now. Lux has her resting on his chest as he watches TV on the couch, the both of them soaking in the light. She's chewing on his fingers, seeing as he didn't mind the little teeth that were growing in. Thankfully for you she only did it to her dad. You sit down next to your lover, Celeste’s face instantly breaking into a big smile as her hands grab the air towards you. Lux hands her over before stretching his limbs, cuddling up to your side while your daughter settles down for a nap. “I can't believe she's a year old already.” You gently brush through the hair growing on her head, smiling at her tired little grumbles.

“I know. She can already do so much, I'm starting to worry she might surpass me.” That gets quiet chuckles from the both of you.

“You think she'll steal your title as God of Light?”

“Oh I know she will. Already pranking the God of Games, she'll be a force to be reckoned with once she learns more of her power.”

You settle further back into the couch. Having a sleeping baby on you made you feel tired. “Mm, just make sure she doesn't start anything with the other Gods. I don't want her getting into fights.”

The God of Light closes his eyes, his head against your arm. “I'll keep an eye on her, angel, don't you worry. I'll protect her with my life if it comes down to it.” Your eyes begin to slip closed as sleep takes over. “I promise you, my love, she will always have her dad watching over her. I love the both of you so much.”

“I love the both of you too.” With that your little family takes a nap together, safe and sound.

#lux imperator #mr ring a ding #doctor who #lux imperator x reader

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beaddie · 8 months ago

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AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! " 𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautiful In which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden. Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh. (Dr. Stone x Reader) (Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 1) Z=149: Light Lure in Darkness

The Kingdom of Science, their boats skimming across the tranquil waters of the American forest, had finally stumbled upon the elusive "life-giving corn." Chrome, his eyes wide with excitement, was the first to spot it.

"HECK YEAH! WE FOUND IT!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the air.

Senku, ever the pragmatic one, couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, the cheat-code corn that the U.S. was so proud of," he said, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

Gen, still relatively new to the group, tilted his head in confusion. "Cheat-code corn...?" he asked.

"The great yellow dent!" Senku replied. "It tastes like crap, but you can squeeze out a crazy amount of alcohol."

The Kingdom of Science desperately needed this corn. It was a crucial ingredient for the revival fluid they were developing, a fluid that could potentially bring the entire world back to life. Taiju, his determination unwavering, shouted,

"YEAH! AND THEN WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY TO REVIVING THE WHOLE WORLD! JUST HANG IN THERE AMERICAN STATUES! IT WON'T BE LONG NOW!"

The team was more motivated than ever. They were on the cusp of a breakthrough that could rewrite the course of history.

"But there's no telling how much of this corn is left," Senku cautioned.

Taiju, ever the optimist, dismissed his concerns. "Sure, but even with just a little bit, we can grow a whole bunch more!"

Ryusui, the captain of their vessel, nodded. "Then it's still a race against time."

As the boat continued its journey, Kohaku, ever vigilant, spotted something floating downstream. With her chopsticks, she scooped it out of the water.

"Corn kernels!" she exclaimed.

"Hah! They keep floating downstream," Kohaku said, holding up the kernels.

"It's seeming more and more likely that we'll find some growing upriver," Ukyo replied, his voice filled with excitement.

"Probably a real baaaad amount too!" Chrome added, his enthusiasm matching Ukyo's.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life. "Greetings! Search team here. We discovered corn in the river..." The research team, of which Gen was a member, had found a cornfield nearby.

"Yayy!" the team cheered.

"Let us know if you find any downriver from where you are," Gen said into the radio.

"It's not the source, though," Senku added. "We still need more data."

As the team celebrated their discovery, two figures lurked in the shadows of the nearby forest. They had intercepted the transmission, their eyes glinting with a sinister intent.

"Grr... grr..." A pack of wolves howled in the distance. The two figures leaped from a tree, their movements swift and precise. With a flick of their wrists, the wolves were silenced.

Meanwhile, back with the research team, Senku was busy with a peculiar experiment. He was covering a light source with a white cloth.

"Wouldn't shining a bright light at night just attract bugs?" Gen asked, curious.

"That's a goal," Senku replied. "By checking out which bugs this light stimulus attracts, we can learn more about the area. And if my guess is right..."

As Senku continued his explanation, a flutter of wings caught their attention. A European corn borer moth, a moth that primarily feeds on corn, had been lured by the light.

"There's a ton of corn nearby," Senku confirmed.

"A butterfly? How pretty," Kohaku remarked.

"It's actually a moth," Gen corrected her.

"It's mostly a semantic distinction to start with," Ukyo added. "This light lure is eerily beautiful."

After setting up camp, the team discussed their findings. Senku concluded that there must be a cornfield nearby.

Just as they were settling in, Tsukasa sensed an unsettling presence. Matsukaze agreed, while Kohaku wondered if it was a beast. Ginro, however, remained calm, confident in their group's strength. Kinro, ever the cautious one, noted his sheepish nature.

Suddenly, a chilling realization dawned on them. They were being watched.

Tuskasa then mumbled."I sense...Bloodlust"

Tsukasa shouted, his voice filled with urgency. "TO THE BOAT! NOW! AND TAKE COVER!"

As they scrambled to board the boat, the sound of gunfire erupted from the forest. Bullets whizzed past them, narrowly missing their targets.

"A machine gun!" Ukyo exclaimed.

"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!" Ginro shouted.

"HMPH! Never underestimate a captain at his helm!" Ryusui replied, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

"WATER BULWARK!" he commanded. The boat surged forward, creating a protective barrier of water.

The figures in the forest watched with interest as the research team escaped.

"<Ooh, how did they know?>" one of them muttered.

"<How rare, a bunch of brats operating a boat,>" the other replied, a hint of amusement in their voice.

Back on the boat, the team was still reeling from the attack. Thankfully, no one was injured, thanks to Tsukasa's quick reflexes.

Gen and Yo discussed the incident, wondering if America had truly survived. Ryusui mentioned the statues, suggesting that the cornfield might have been planted by someone who had been revived.

"If so, we should be grateful as hell," Senku said, his voice filled with both anxiety and determination.

"Ku ku ku... worst case, we're looking at a showdown against an evil scientist," he added. "Too bad for them that's the one arena where I won't lose!"

#xreader #dr. stone x reader #dr stone x reader

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strwbivy · 1 year ago

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ASKING HAIKYU MEN TO BUY YOU.. PADS .ᐟ.ᐣ

synopsis. i think the title pretty much sums it up, just short scenarios when you ask them to buy pads :)

wc. 1.4k words | genre. fluffy, w/ sight crack | cw. f!reader (obv), romantic relationship, slightly suggestive flirting (～￣▽￣)～ featuring. ❛ TSUKI, KAGEYAMA, HINATA, KUROO, BOKUTO❜ parts. Ⅰ. Ⅱ.

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! reposted post i remember having sm fun writing this! i'm having mixed feelings with the manga headers grr, i really have nothing else to say so, READ WELL READER !

♡—TSUKISHIMA KEI

he knows what pads are, but when it comes to buying them, he feels slightly embarrassed, but with you in need of them, he gathers all his courage and goes out to buy it. and after making his purchase, he comes at your house with your (fav food) in hand and your requested item in his other hand, and surprisingly enough, he got the right one. but little did you know he actually stood at the display of pads and napkins for a good few minutes and stood there clueless. overnight pads? liners? pads with wings!? what are those?!? he's so confused with the different kinds of types! so he decided to close his eyes and let his hand randomly pick a pack. he made his way to the cashier and hesitantly placed the item on the checkout, and he managed to pay for without making eye contact with the cashier.

♡—KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he probably doesn't quite know anything about pads, so he asks you about it, and he'll buy it without any shyness. he asked one of the workers where the pad section was, and he made his way there. he was in awe on how many variations pads actually had! he eyed each kind and tried to make his choice, but he realized, 'what if you needed this kind? or this other one?' he didn't know what pick, so as a solution to his problem, he bought one of each type. when he was paying, he didn't notice that there were a few women wowed and maybe even overwhelmed at how much he was buying. and so here we are, he stood at the front door of your home, he was holding a heavy paper bag full of pads. just right about when he was about to knock, the door was swung open by you. you stood there, having your mouth agape to the brown bag he was holding. he literally bought you a one whole year supply of napkins!

♡—HINATA SHOYO

he's similar to tsuki, except that he knows that pads have different kinds. he doesn't quite know what they are for but will buy what you need specifically. just right after you texted him, he was already at the door?! you swore that only a few minutes passed by after you texted him, well he did say he was gonna be there in a minute. how did he get there immediately? well. after he received your 'urgent' text, he ran his little legs in an instant. and when he got to the store, he acted hastily and grabbed the kind of pad you needed, and he also took a bar of chocolate for you. then he paid for it before running out of the store again. so here we are, his hands rested on his knees. he was letting out quick breaths while beads of sweat were coming down from his forehead. "here.. i ran as fast .. i could!" he said, almost having a breath between each word. he gave you the bag, and you thanked him with a kiss on the face—causing him to show his signature winning smile.

♡—TETSURŌ KUROO

he knows what pads are for and how periods work, but he can't understand why you need them when he can make it make one's period (yours) be gone for 9 months. he's slightly saddened, but he knows that there will be a time soon he'll be able to do it.. soon enough. but he just simply walks to a store and buys you a pack of regular pads, and he makes his way to your beloved home, and he gives your needed item. smiling at you, he plants a kiss on both of your cheeks, and he stays at your humble abode for a while to take care of you because your period cramps started to get worse. he brewed you some tea and heated up your heating pad to help lessen the pain. you thanked him for being a helpful boyfriend while he placed the heating pad on your belly, and the both of you sweetly cuddled in each others arms ♡

♡—KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

he has no idea what pads are exactly for, but he did just as what you had asked for. he took the pink ones— and just like what you said pink, and he bought it. he then cheerfully skipped to your house, his arms swaying the bag with your needed item in it. just as he reached your front door, he rang on your doorbell and waited patiently. he was oddly eager to see you, but it wasn't really surprising for him to be. a v-smiled shaped appeared when he saw you opening the door, and he straight away hugged you, causing you to lose your balance, making the two of you stumble right there on the floor. thank god you didn't hit your head on the floor, or else things would have taken for a turn. he said his sorry's, but he didn't bother to get up. "y/n! i bought you the thing!" he said, putting up his arm to show you the bag. you can't tell if he's ignoring the fact he's on top of you or he just doesn't mind it. "kotaro.. get up," you said as you pushed him by the chest, and he just let out a joy-filled laugh. though he helped you get up and he gave you the bag. you thanked him by rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek. and just as you opened the bag, you took a look at the pad he bought. it was.. the wrong one. you probably could have specified it more. but sure he did bought the pink one.. turning your head at the smiling owl, you smiled at him sheepishly. he tilted his head in confusion. if there's one thing that bokuto very much knows, it's how your smiles looks, and the smile you have right now.. isn't your usual cheery smile. so he moved closer. "y/nnn?? is there something wrong?", you tried to say no but saying the truth is more likely better. "ahh..eh.. kotaro.." you sighed before continuing, "you bought the wrong one.", the contoured parts of his hair then curved downwards representing the new mood he's in right now. he then resented his disappointment as he rested his on the crook of your shoulder. "augh... please don't ever let me buy anything again y/n!' the pout on his mouth only growing more as he hugged you tightly. you only giggled at him and said that it's okay. the owl was once again, in his emo mode o(TヘTo)

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irasdeath · 7 months ago

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uni has been whooping my ass lol

Itadori headcanons

Cw: ftm reader, slight smut, mostly fluff

Not proofread grr

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• Itadori was a very needy lover. He spent most of his time gazing at you or talking to you about something. He always has his arms around you, or his lips pressed against your skin like his life was on the line. He's a big puppydog.

• Itadori loved to cook for you. Every night when you would get home, tired or not, hed be in the kitchen, cooking away. His meals were delicious, especially since they were prepared with love.

• Itadori would help you take your t-shots. Sure, needles were intimidating, but he never left you alone. He would hold the syringe and help you count down before injecting the chemicals into your skin. He'd give you a bandaid and plenty of kisses later.

• He loved body worship. When you two would cuddle or have sex, he had his hands all over your body. If you wanted your chest to be touched, he's kiss, suck, and worship them. If you were adverse to it, hed respect your wishes without a second thought. He loved your tummy, most of all. He'd squish and rub his fingers into the warm rolls.

He also loved every freckle, stretch mark, or blemish that patterned your skin. To you, they seemed icky, but to him, he thought of them like strokes of paint on a mural. They were a part of you. And he loved all of you.

#ftm t4t #transmasc #ftm nsft #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #ftm reader #x male reader #itadori x male reader #itadori x ftm reader

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myladysapphire · 1 year ago

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My Lady Strong (VII)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 3,051

CW: MDI 18+, toxic relationship, manipulation, mommy issues, bullying, co-dependancy issues, not beta read.

Fem!oc x dark!Aemond Targeryen

Masterlist | series masterlist | previous part | next part

disclamer: i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my Original characters

Her mother sat across form her, staring awkwardly. She seemed as nervous as Aemma did. It was strange thing, her mother had once been her favourite person, other than Aemond that is. They had been so close, and now she stared at her, she couldn’t help but wonder what she had done wrong, how she had screwed up and ruined their relationship.

But sweet Aemma could only think of what Aemond had said, for her it was the most reasonable explanation, seeing as her mother had just left her, she had not argued much about her retuning to the red keep instead of Dragonstone. Perhaps she had felt betrayed, hurt that she perhaps defended Aemond before Luke. But why would she? Until today she had very little happy memories of her brothers. Whereas with Aemond, she had all of her happiest memories with him, and he had so swiftly pushed the negative ones from her mind, so swiftly she had started to think she had made it all up.

And now as her mother stared at her, with them both having no words to say to the other and using her brothers as shields so much so that she found she could enjoy her brother’s company.

“You know we used to be so jealous of you, you know” Luke had said absentmindedly, as they ate their lunch. Her mother had said nothing, only nervously pulling at her fingers, as if trying to figure something out.

“Really?” she asked, “I had always thought you hated me.”

“No!” Jace said abruptly, “no we didn’t, we envied you, you were always mother’s favourite. Its why we did all of those things, we wanted her to hate you and love us” he looked down ashamed, “we are sorry Aemma,” they had apologised repeatedly, begging for her forgiveness, and for the first time, she actually considered forgiving them entirely , perhaps forgiving them would give her mother a reason to talk to her, to acknowledge her.

“I know, and it is in the past now.” she said before she turned and looked to her mother, she took a deep breath before slowly trying to start a conversation with her, “I hear you are pregnant again.”

`Her mother nodded, a shy smile on her face “yes, dōna riña, I had mentioned it in one of the letters I sent you.”

Letters? That had confused her, and from the way her head shot up at the words, showing her mother just how much the word confused her “Letters? I never received any letters.” She shook her head, “the only one I received was the one sent last week, from Jace and Luke.”

“What are you talking about, dōna riña? I- “

Aemond entered then, cutting her mother off, she had thought it was almost as if he had sensed her distress, though in truth he had been listening on the other side of the door.

The room filled with silence, and Luke shrunk in his seat. Aemma however shot up in hers. “Aemond? Have you come to join us?” She asked eagerly.

He smiled; happy she was eager for his company. “As much as I would…. enjoy it, I am not, dearest, I have come to escort you, to your last dress fitting” he nodded, smiling as she quickly stood.

“of course,” she spoke, before turning to look at her brothers and mother, “I- sorry to cut this short but I must go” she then turned to look at her mother directly, “perhaps you could come with me?” she asked nervously.

Her mother seemed shocked at the invitation but not unpleased, “oh course…I’d love too” to though she could sense some unease at the response, as if her mother wanted to carry on with their previous conversation, a conversation Aemma had quickly lost interest in.

She cared not about the letters, she had sent hers and received nothing in return, why should she trust that her mother did in facts send any when she hadn’t gotten a single one but had gotten Jace and Lukes.

Aemond scowled behind her at the invitation, before quickly correcting it to a smile “how delightful” he mused, offering his arm to Aemma, as her mother stood to join them.

The walk had been an awkward one, not that Aemma had seemed to notice, as she rambled on about nothing in particular, seemingly eager to find this time to win her mother over once more.

“I had mentioned in the last le- “

Aemond cut her off, “my sweet, I why don’t you tell your mother of your gown?” He had calmly suggested, though Rhaenyra had been quick to notice his interruption both times the topics of letters where mentioned, but she couldn’t say anything, as Aemma quickly explained in great detail how her dress looked and changes they had made to it.

But Rhaenyra was starting to see the hold the greens had on you. Her sweet Aemma had always been so easy to convince and persuade. Gods Rhaenyra thought, she should have stopped whatever had gone on between Aemma and Aemond in their youth the second it started. And yet Aemond was the one thing that had always brought her joy, and it seemed the same now. She hated it. Hated how she should have forced her to Dragonstone. Forced her away from Aemond, away from the green’s clutches.

As it was transparent why her daughter did not see her hundreds of letters, letters of longing or love, comfort. And she in return received non either.

She had sat and thought on this during the whole fitting, eager for them to be alone so that she could once more talk to her Aemma. To convince her she had sent letters, had not forgotten about her, stopped loving her.

But she also had realised something, the bond she had with her ladies, with Heleana and…Alicent.

Her ladies seemed so close to her, a comfort even. Something Aemma had never had before, friendship, sisterhood. And now she had it, especially with the lady Cassandra. Her bond with her reminded her of the old bond she had had with Alicent, and it did seem it did for Alicent also.

So much so that Alicent seemed to have taken Rhaenyra’s place as her mother. She was so soft with you, and kind. She had been always in truth. Especially once your friendship with Aemond became apparent.

Rhaenyra couldn’t help but think she had truly missed so much, she had thought her daughter a prisoner, trapped, alone. And perhaps she had been, until Alicent wrote to her of her daughters need for ladies. But know, especially once her day gown was back on and Aemond entered once more, it seemed her sweet Aemma was happy. A happiness the greens had deprived her from having known or experienced with her daughter.

“Rhaenyra” she heard a voice say, a voice she realised was half-brother Aemond’s.

“Yes?” She saw Aemma being led to a corner with her ladies.

“Is there something on your mind” it seemed he was teasing her, and he was.

He had never liked his half-sister; in fact, he despised her. And now he knew she realised, realised the letters were never sent, and burnt upon arrival, he had her in the palm of his hand.

Aemma believed him, she trusted him, where she doubted her mother.

Rhaenyra scowled “you know exactly what’s on my mind, tell me the truth of it’.

He smirked, “hmmm, I do not know what you mean”.

“Yes, you do” she insisted, “my own daughter thinks I abandoned her, I know those are not her own thoughts”.

‘Oh, please, I only told her what she was already thinking” he smirked.

“That cannot be true” she seethed.

“you’re not going to fix your relationship by arguing with me now are you?” he smiled, and Aemma called him over, “whether you like it or not she is to be my wife and to my Aemma, I will be here for her, and you…you will be swiftly heading back to Dragonstone, leaving her yet again” he quickly left before she could reply, not that she had much to think on as she knew everything Aemond had said was true.

After the dress fitting, Aemond had walked stayed in her rooms as her everyone else left, he seemed to smile at how she had nearly begged him to stay.

“Do you believe my mothers words?” she had asked once they had all left.

“no” he answered swiftly, moving to sit beside her, “she is simply covering herself”.

“But she seemed so nervous and egar to- “

“She has simply realised her error in ever letting you leave her side” he mused, grabbing her chin softly, “she only cares for your brothers my sweet- “

“but my brothers said that the only reason they ever… that they were only mean to me in envy because mother cared for me so much” she cut him off, moving her head, only for Aemond’s grip on her chin to tighten, “that now they wish to be closer to me, that hey regret trying to make mother hate me-“

“that’s because they one, sweet.” Aemond interrupted, moving his other hand to caress her cheek, “don’t you see? There only goal was torment you and make your mother see you as a burden so they would become her favourite instead! And after Driftmark… think Aemma you had desired to be with me no matter what, to the pint your mother left you with me to go with your brothers, there plan worked sweet.” He hummed, moving his hand and tucking her hair behind her ear, “and now they have come back here, realised they you had noticed their swift disregard of you, realised how you favour me still and have tried every effort to win you back over.”

She looked down, nodding her head, “I suppose you are right, but still… all I have wanted was to marry you, and be close with my mother and brothers, I have never wished for a divide, perhaps if I forgive them they will stay and we will grow as close as they talk about.

He gripped her again, roughly, “don’t be stupid, that’s there plan they wish to woo you and have you side with them!”

“What do you mean?” she asked, close to tears, not at Aemodsn grip but at confusion, she didn’t know what to think, only knew that she had always believed Aemond, and hated how she had seemingly angered him.

“Do you wish to be my strong lady once again, hmmm” he mused, and she flinched.

She had hated those three words, the words that still haunted her and the words she had learnt were true.

“I- no I don’t” she shook her head.

“If you side with them, you betray me and you betray the farce your mother has raised you under.” He declared, standing up, “I shall see you at dinner” he walked out swiftly after, leaving her to think, and her dreams to stew.

Viserys and demanded the whole family attended dinner before the wedding, there wedding was to be held to unite the family, and yet even at this dinner the family showed clear divisions, greens on one side, blacks on the other.

Her grandparents and stepsisters had arrived a few hours before said dinner, though Daemon was still noticeably at yet to arrive. Not that Aemma minded, she minded, she didn’t know him and her only impressions of him were negative ones.

Aemma was sat with Aemond to her left and Jace to her right. Though she mostly kept to herself, with Aemond glaring at her mother, not that she noticed, and Jace talking to Baela, who sat beside him.

She seemed to be in her own head, her thoughts circling non-stop, her dreams playing on repeat, changing at every second, at every glare or snide remark.

But when the speeches started to come, they changed even more, the blood shed fading and dragons stopped dancing.

“I would like to toast to my sister” she heard Jace say, as he smiled down at her “we may not have been close in our youth but I non the less wish you all the best in your marriage”.

She smiled, moving to stand for herself before starting her own speech. She was never one for talking so publicly, even before her family. “I too would like to toast in kind, I hope that this marriage will open up the chance too untie us once more and allow for our family to no longer be divided by the black water” she spoke nervously, but made eye contact with her grandsire, Corlys who gave her an encouraging smile.

The table clapped, happy at her words, and her grandsire, Viserys, even more pleased.

The speeches stopped for a moment, the table content, and her mind even happier.

Then the pig was brought out, and Lukes laugh sounded from the other end of the table.

She felt Aemond flinch beside her, he went to stand, shaking of the hands she gripped him with. And ignoring her pleas.

“I would like to share a toast also, a toast to my future wife” she looked at him, dread filling her, memories swiftly changed by Aemond’s words flooding back to her, and her dreams returning in kind.

The flash of her body falling.

Her sons head rolling.

“I have long awaited to marry her, and now on the morrow she shall be my strong lady wife” She flinched, her brothers scowled. “I pray our union with be as strong and fruitful, as my bride wishes”.

He gave her a look; a warning and she knew that no matter what side she went with her dreams of blood and dancing dragons would become true.

The dinner had ended swiftly after that, her mother claiming the babe had tired her, and swiftly pushed her brothers out the door, in an attempt to prevent whatever Jace’s bawling fists were planning.

Aemond had escorted her back to her chambers, there walk quiet, but the second they stepped over her room’s threshold, he slammed the door behind him.

“You made a decision now hmm? You claimed your want for peace and yet it brought you the opposite, so tell me Aemma” he sneered “is that what you still desire hmm, or do you wish to finally see that the only peace you get shall be with me?

Flashes of silver and dancing. Not dragons but them, she smiled and danced, a hand holding her stomach.

“your right” she looked down, “I- I don’t know why it thought that perhaps we could all be united and happy, I was wrong , you were right.” she grabbed his hand, “please Aemond, don’t make me lady strong again, I swear I will only trust you from now on”

Aemond smiled, his words had one her mind once again, she was so tightly held in his grip that she would never escape him, not that she seemed to want to. For Aemond knew she knew the consequences of that. He didn’t know of her dreams but her knew she knew bloodshed would be inevitable.

“good” he smiled, caressing her cheek, “now gets some rest, on the morrow we shall be wed” he smiled, a true smile of happiness, and she seemed to return it in kind.

She had a dreamless sleep that night, and yet it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. She was awoken swiftly a dawn, much to her relief filling the room with chatter. Questions being asked left and right, joy on their faces for her wedding day. She was nervous, nervous of the wedding of what was to come.

She was swiftly washed and dressed, and as the wedding gown was put on her, nerves seemed to leave her body, and for the first time that morning she joined her ladies in there smiles and laughter.

Alicent and her mother soon came to get her, her grandmother accompanies them. They gave her good wishes, and her mother seemed to send her a look of Farwell, as she stepped into, her carriage, were she met her grandsire Corlys.

She smiled as she saw him, with him having visited her several times over the years, sometimes with Rhaneys or one of her new sisters also.

It was a weird feeling, begin close to man she now knew had no relation too, then her own mother.

“Dear Aemma” he greeted her with a smile.

“grandsire” she greeted him back, “are you to walk me down the aisle?”

He nodded, as sad look on his face, it should have been Laenor walking her, and d he had come to fill in his place “I am, dear”.

The rest of the short ride was sent in comfortable silence, the next words were ones of luck as they stepped out into the dragon pit.

The crowd was filled with lords and ladies throughout the realm. She knew few of the faces that greeted her and Corlys as they walked down the aisle, though she was happy to catch Cassandra’s eye as she walked down, she had sent her a reassuring smile, and the nerves of the presence of countless strangers started to leave her.

The ceremony was the same as most, the same vows spoken as always, expect unlike most ceremonies she had witnessed over the years, the words held some truth.

He brought her under his protection, something Aemond had repeatedly said was the reason he had spent so long ignoring her, to build the man that could protect them. And as he swapped her Veleryon cloak for the Targaryen one, she felt his protection and the loss of another. As if by, marrying him she had no say in what side she was on and no matter what she did, tragedy would follow. The security of whatever it was she felt in the few moments were her dreams turned to her dancing, to her smiles and laughter were gone.

But the smile Aemond had sent her, and how true his words were when he pledged his love to her made her forget it all, and hope for some happiness in the years to follow.

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berryispunk · 3 months ago

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When Words Fail, Let Me Stay

pairing: Frankie Morales x gn! reader

notes: Detailed discussion about depression so be aware before reading. I wish I could (finally) write something happy but I can't.

tags: heavy on mental health struggles (depression), spoilers for 'Jane the Virgin', mention of loss, soft! Frankie, best friend! Frankie, comfort, hurt, fluff, no physical description of reader

summary: Trapped in your own head, you find a glimmer of comfort and connection in your friend Frankie.

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It crept up on you. Slowly but surely, swallowing you piece by piece until there was nothing left. You should have known better—should have reacted sooner. But you stayed rooted in place, watching the waves crash around the abyss beneath you. You went on with your life, going through the motions without really being there at all. You didn’t even register words anymore, conversations growing harder by the day. Your apartment mirrors your inner mess perfectly: used plates and glasses stacked up, waiting to be cleaned, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Even if you wanted to—even if you had a tiny bit of energy left—as soon as you saw all the work that had to be done, you froze all over again.

So the days went on, and you rotted in your bed, the only place you found comfort. You doom-scrolled through various social media apps, desperately trying to fill the void with anything. But it was to no avail. You isolated yourself from everyone. You didn’t want to be a burden to them or worry them more than necessary. Of course, the healthier option would be to at least open up to someone—anyone—but how were you supposed to untangle the mess in your mind enough to explain it? You were afraid that if you told anyone about your darkest thoughts, they’d step back—afraid of being pulled into the darkness with you. How would they understand, anyway? No one is you. Thankfully.

One evening, you lie in bed, your favorite TV show playing for the hundredth time—just background noise to drown out the voices in your head. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Once. Twice. You ignore it, too lost in your own haze to care.

Then it buzzes again. With an irritated sigh, you reach for it.

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Frankie Morales 🚁3 New Messages

[10:30 p.m.] Hey hermosa, what was the name of this show you liked so much again?

[10:31 p.m.] It was something with ‘Virgin,’ that’s all I remember 🤔

[10:32 p.m.] It was the one where the abuela talks Spanish most of the time and you always ask me what she said… grr, please help 🆘

Even in your current state, you can’t help but let a faint smile tug at your lips. It’s completely random—but still, you decide to reply, if only to stop him from pestering you.

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🍓: I guess you mean Jane the Virgin.

Frankie Morales 🚁: YEAH!!! That’s it. I was going crazy over here. Jane the Virgin, right.

🍓: I’m glad I was able to help. I’m actually watching it right now 😅

Frankie Morales 🚁: Oh, really? Interesting. At this point, I bet you could reenact every scene without even thinking. How many times have you rewatched it by now?

🍓: Don’t be mean, Frankie. And honestly, I have no clue anymore 😅 Maybe the 6th or 7th time.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Which season are you at?

🍓: Just started Season 3. Michael got shot after their wedding. They’re at the hospital, and Michael’s mom is being a bitch to Jane.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Oh, alright. I remember. Season 3 is so intense, isn’t it?

🍓: Yeah, but it’s not my favorite.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Which is your favorite?

🍓: You’re asking ME? That’s impossible to decide!

Frankie Morales 🚁: C’mon, you have to have some preference. I think mine’s Season 1 meeting all the characters and the chaos starting.

🍓: Oh yeah, Season 1 is definitely in my top 3. But I also really love Season 4, even though it’s super sad. The way Jane deals with grief… I felt seen. I actually started watching the show shortly after my grandma died. The dynamic between Jane, Xo, and Abuela is just so comforting to me. I miss my grandma. 😔

Frankie Morales 🚁: I’m sorry, hermosa. I didn’t know about your grandma.

🍓: It’s okay, I don’t talk much about it. Just another one of those things that makes me too sad to bring up.

Frankie Morales 🚁: That’s fair. Hey, I was wondering—should I pick up where you’re at so we can watch together? 😄

🍓: You don’t have to. You already rewatched it twice with me. I’m sure you have better things to do on a Friday night than sitting through my comfort show again.

Frankie Morales 🚁: I was actually supposed to go out with the boys, but I ditched them last minute. Just wasn’t in the mood. You know that feeling? 🧐

Yes. More than he probably realizes.

🍓: I’m the wrong person to ask, Frankie. I always prefer a night in with movies and snacks over going out. 😅

Frankie Morales 🚁: My bad, preciosa. 😂

You’re not sure why, but suddenly, you feel the urge to tell him—just a little—what’s been running through your head. It’s always easier over text than saying it to his face. Especially when he’s looking at you with those damn warm, worried brown eyes.

🍓: Honestly, I haven’t been in the mood for anything the last few days.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Oh? How come?

You sigh.

🍓: I guess my depression has me in a chokehold again.

Frankie Morales 🚁: That sucks. Anything I can do?

There it is again. His fucking attentiveness. It’s one of the things you love most about him, but in times like this, when you struggle so hard, it makes your heart ache. You don’t deserve this kind of care, do you? Not after pushing him away so many times. But the warmth in his words reaches you in a way nothing else has in a long time.

🍓: I don’t know, Frankie. I don’t think there’s much anyone can do. It’s just one of those times where everything feels too heavy.

Frankie Morales 🚁: I get that, hermosa. But you don’t have to carry all that weight alone. Maybe I can come over?

You stare at your screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The idea of company is both terrifying and tempting. You want to say no—after all, your apartment is a mess, and so are you. But then you think about the quiet presence Frankie brings, the way he never pushes, just stays. The way he has always made you feel a little less alone. He feels like a warm fire, bringing in light—even when you don’t want it. He may be the one person who truly understands your pain after everything he’s been through.

🍓: I appreciate that, Frankie. Really.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Anytime, preciosa. You know I mean it.

A small, tired smile tugs at your lips. Typical Frankie.

🍓: Can I be honest with you about something?

Frankie Morales 🚁: Always.

🍓: I hate feeling like this. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop. No matter what I do, I just end up back here—tired, unmotivated, isolating myself. I know I should reach out more, but I don’t even know what to say half the time. The chaos in my head is unbearable for me. How am I supposed to explain it to someone else?

A long pause. For a second, your heart clenches in panic. Maybe you overshared. But before you can spiral further, your phone buzzes.

Frankie Morales 🚁: You don’t have to explain it perfectly, hermosa. I get it. More than you probably know.

Something in his words makes your chest tighten.

Frankie Morales 🚁: You don’t have to fight this alone. Let me come over. I’ll bring snacks. No pressure. No expectations. Just company.

You exhale shakily.

🍓: …Okay.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Be there in 20. Want anything specific?

🍓: Just you is fine.

You toss your phone onto the bed and let out a shaky breath. This doesn’t fix everything. It doesn’t lift the weight in your chest or clear the fog in your mind. But for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you’re carrying it alone. And that’s because of Frankie—because he cared enough to reach through the silence, to remind you that someone still sees you. And most importantly, care enough to stay. To keep trying, even when you pull away. To offer kindness without expecting anything in return. It’s a small thing maybe, but to you, it feels monumental.

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