whyiseverynametakenpls

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I don't like stupid people

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Just incase it doesn't show up in the tags like last time

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Ike x reader 😶

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

Finally posting after 6 months 🥹

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

I miss you

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Genre : angsty- ish

Tw : none

Pairing : Ike Eveland x reader

Characters : you and ike

Story : last goodbye

You didn't really remember falling asleep. All you remember was that feeling of heaviness as your head hit the pillow.

You woke up, the soft scent of flowers rushing to your face.

The world around you is covered in golden light, a warm feeling that feels like it's been with you your whole life. You blink, confused, and realize you're in a garden. This wasn't any garden though, atleast not one you know. But it felt strangely familiar, as if it was something taken from an old picture book.

And then you hear it.

A small chuckle.

Your feet moved on its own, as if knowing the place, you walked over to the source of the sound. Two swings hang on a tree branch, slowly swaying. One of them was occupied.

A boy, no older than 10, sat on the swing. Pale hair, round glasses that were clearly too big for him, and a small smile that you'd recognize anytime.

Ike.

You blink. You try to open your mouth, to ask what this was, how he was here, but nothing came out at all.

He just sat on the swing as he stared back at you, a soft smile on his face. He tilted his head and motioned for you to sit on the unoccupied swing.

So you do.

You sit on the swing, the ropes creaking as you slowly let down your weight on the swing. The breeze carried the smell of something sweet, the smell of candy, or perhaps an old memory. You glance at Ike, or atleast, the child version of him. Someone you missed more than words could even describe.

He looked at you with those soft blue eyes, and just wait silently.

So you speak, you didn't even know when to begin.

"I've been tired lately. Not the kind sleep would fix—just heavy, you know?" You look down at your hands, a weird feeling swirling in your body. "Sometimes I catch myself looking at our old messages. As if rereading them would make you reply."

He swung slowly beside you, watching your face with that same expression— one you'd never expect to see from a ten-year-old.

"I had this joke I wanted to tell you," you say, a chuckle escaping your throat. "It was bad, like I can tell you for sure that you'd shake your head at me. But then, I remembered that you weren't–" You stop, feeling a lump blocking your throat from talking.

"Do you want to tell me now?" He asked, a quiet voice.

You laugh a little, surprised. "Okay, uhm... What did the semicolon say to the period?"

"What did it say?"

"I'm not done with you yet."

There was a moment of silence, then Ike wheezes, his small body shook with laughter, his head thrown back and everything.

"That's such an awful joke" he got out between giggles. "You're right! I would have shook my head and sighed at you."

You smile, but it quickly fades. Eyes averting to the floor.

"I've been pretending everything's okay." You admit. "Like if I smile enough or joke enough, the ache won't get to me. But it does, it always does."

Ike doesn't speak for a while.

When you glance at him again, his hands were gripping the swing ropes, and he's looking up at the sky.

Then he looks back at you. "You don't have to pretend when you're with me."

That's when you finally took a good look at him. Really pay attention. The sunlight reflecting in his glasses, how his feet can't even touch the ground, and how he was barely big enough to sit on the swing.

And you whisper the truth. "I miss you."

He turns to you, a soft smile displayed on his face.

"I know"

And then—

You wake up.

The room is quiet, and your chest ached in a tender way. You didn't remember everything. Just flashes, the garden, the sun, and his smile.

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<- MASTERLIST

-> I miss you, ike, thank you and good luck on your future journeys

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Thinking of writing abt calling them bro

Who shall it be

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Ike 😕😕😕

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

I haven't made a story for him yet 😕

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Ody mentioning that Penelope was waiting for "love" and Penelope denying it in the end of the song saying that she was waiting for "you"

SHE WASNT WAITING FOR SOEMONE WHO CLULD LOVE HER, SHE WAS WAITING FOR HIM, AND ONLY HIM AND NO ONE ELSE. SHE REFUSES TO LOVE ANYONE ELSE. SHE REFUSES TO REPLACE HIM WITH ANYTHING ELSE.

AUGH THESE TWO MAKE ME SO SICK

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

CLINGY

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Luxiem x reader

Characters : Ike, Luca, Shu, Vox and you

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

Ike Eveland

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

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

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

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

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

Luca Kaneshiro

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shu Yamino

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vox Akuma

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

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

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

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

“Getting comfortable,” you replied, smiling.

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

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

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

<- MASTERLIST

-> I wrote this a while ago, but kept forgetting to post it 😁😁

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Would you fall in love with me again?

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

LAUGH!!

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Omen x Chatty! Reader

Characters : you, omen, neon, killjoy

Story : did you just laugh???

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasped. “Did you just laugh?!”

Omen froze, his hook hovering mid-stitch.

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

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

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

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<- MASTERLIST

-> I'm hardstuck help me.

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

When the devil couldn't reach me so he made me average at everything

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Mindless chatter

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none (as far as I know?)

Pairing : Childe x Weapon! reader

Characters : childe, you, and some random people

Story : is that a talking weapon???

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finally! Some spirit!”

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

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

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

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

“Nope. Get used to it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That... was intense,” he panted.

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

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

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

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

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

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<- MASTERLIST

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

-> it's been so long, I'm kinda glad I came back to playing genshin

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Who are you?

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Genre : I'm not sure myself???

Tw : none

Pairing : Kei Kaname & Haruka Kiyomine x male reader (platonic)

Characters : you, Kei Kaname, Haruka Kiyomine

Story : !! Kei and Haruka is coming to your school?!?

The baseball field buzzed with energy, and your hands tingled around the grip of your bat. Today’s game was against Kei and Haru’s team, and even though they were the toughest rivals in the league, you couldn’t shake the thrill that came with facing them. Over the past few seasons, you’d gone head-to-head with them so many times that you’d lost count.

And even if you lost every time, you didn’t care. To you, Kei and Haruka weren’t just competitors—they were friends, the kind of friends who remembered your name, knew your quirks, and never minded your fanboying.

Leaning back on the bench, you let your mind drift to a memory from last season, right after your first big match together.

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It had been a hot day. Your team had just finished their game against Kei and Haruka, and though you’d lost, you were too pumped up to feel anything but pride. After all, you’d nearly caught up by the ninth inning, and you’d managed to score against Haru's infamous pitches.

As you sat on the grass catching your breath, Kei wandered over, arms crossed and that signature smirk on his face.

“Not bad,” he said, nudging you with the toe of his cleat. “Didn’t think you’d keep up like that.”

Grinning, you swatted at the air dismissively. “I know, right? I almost had you both there at the end!”

Kei rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he held out a hand, and you clasped it, letting him haul you to your feet.

“Hey, Kei-chan,” you said, only half-jokingly. “Next time, I’m taking you down for real.”

Kei blinked, clearly caught off-guard. “Kei-chan?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You know most people call me ‘Kei-kun.’”

You shrugged, giving him a lopsided grin. “Yeah, well, I’m not most people.”

Kei scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Fine. Don’t come crying when I embarrass you next time, (Name)-chan.”

The two of you laughed, the rivalry somehow deepening into something comfortable, something that felt less like enemies and more like a team.

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The next season, things got even closer. By now, you and Kei had developed a routine. After every game, win or lose, you’d meet by the benches and recap the highlights, teasing each other over every slip-up and every lucky break.

One particularly tough match had ended with both of you gasping for air while getting off the field, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Kei shook his head, pretending to be disappointed.

“Seriously, (Name)-chan you’re still trying that same trick pitch against me?” Kei grinned, popping his knuckles. “When are you gonna learn that I’ve got you all figured out?”

You smirked, giving him a light shove on the shoulder. “I’ll keep trying it until I get it past you. Besides, you should be honored I save my best moves just for you.”

“Aw, is that so?” Kei’s voice dropped into a mockingly sentimental tone. “I’m touched. Really. Haru-chan, you hear that? Our rival’s got a crush on me.”

Haruka, who’d just walked up with a water bottle, rolled his eyes but smirked. “Right, because that would make *so much* sense. You realize he’s just going to make you look bad, right?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, probably. But he’ll remember me.”

Haruka chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Trust me, Kei already does.”

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One day, you decided to mess with Kei a little. You’d just wrapped up another practice game, and Kei was stretching his arms when you called out, “Oi, Kei-kun!”

Kei turned, a surprised look crossing his face as he blinked, like he’d missed something. “What... did I do something wrong?” he asked, a slight frown settling in as he looked you up and down.

You burst out laughing. “Nah, I just wanted to see how you’d react. You looked so lost for a second!”

Kei punched you in the arm lightly. “Jerk. Don’t do that again.”

You both laughed, and Haruka joined you, rolling her eyes. “You two are idiots, you know that?”

You all knew it was true, but that didn’t matter. The friendship you’d built from all those matches felt like something solid, something you could carry with you, no matter who won or lost.

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Back in the present, you snap out of your memories as you head for the bathroom before the game. The quiet there is a welcome break from the stadium noise, and you splash some water on your face, nerves settling as you lean over the sink.

The door opens, and Kei and Haruka walk in, chatting quietly between themselves. Kei is smiling, but it looks… off. The way he holds himself feels distant, as if there’s something strange in his familiar, easygoing demeanor.

Curious, you call out, “Kei-kun?” You aren’t sure why you choose that honorific—maybe you just want to see if Kei notices.

Kei turns around, a strange brightness in his eyes. “Oh! Hi! Didn’t think I’d see you here.” His voice is a little too cheerful, a hollow note in the tone that makes your stomach tighten.

It’s all wrong. The usual tone in his voice isn’t there, replaced by something weird, something that doesn’t feel like him at all.

Your hand tightens around your bat, an instinctive unease rising within you. “You… who the hell are you?” The words came out before you could stop yourself, your bat raised and pointed at him in an instinctive, defensive stance.

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NEXT PART ->

-> why is no one writing for them 😔

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Inferiority complex DUDEEEE

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

I love you!

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Genre : fluff

Tw : none

Pairing : Hex Haywire x reader

Characters : you and hex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-> God I hate graduations so much ☹️

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

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Tags aren't working but this might work?

I wrote something, it won't show up in the tags

It's like a Luxiem hc, randomly saying "I love you" and how they'd respond

Knowing Tumblr people you guys probably won't click on this, so I'll try again tmrw 😔