#sorry if this is nonsense its late and im tired

[thatdeadaquarius]

"Oh my gosh do you sound like a sim to them??"

Me trying to place myself in their shoes:

"Why the fuck do I sound like a villager in Animal Crossing-- ARE THEY HEARING ANIMALESE WHEN I SPEAK?!"

(A.k.a I saw the previous ask and thought wait a minute. Two different worlds. Languages so similar but so different....... We're basically speaking animalese in another game/world lmfao)

(Bonus: Creator!Reader knows this and takes full advantage as their payback. Traveller magically understands and speaks back causing further pyschic confusion. Pretty sure soke brains have been melted among linguistic students in Sumeru)

-Vine Boom

VINE BOOM MY BELOVED IM SO LATE TO ATTEND TO YOU!! :'(

It has been a minute and yet, you remain my love!! Thank you for your patience, have a little scenario as my thanks for that and submitting the cool idea <3

Me @ you: ♥ ( ॢᵕ n ᵕ (꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ) mwah! /p

this gif is just really cute thats why its here.

also i have very little to add so its short but only bc im ✨uncreative✨ atm and ur ask alone is funny enough lmao, so once again, a scenario bc vine booms just a genius all on their own ✨️

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😭so you mean 😭 as revenge 😭 for this awful deed 😭 done to your speech 😭 you just start EMBRACING IT 😭😭😭PLEAASEEE-

PLEASE the traveler understands it!! 💀

Also if anyone reads this im so sorry ive flooded the sagau tag with language shenanigans LMAO

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Ever since you realized that the entirety of Teyvat sounds like Sims to you, (and the subsequent awful reckoning that you sound the same to them 😭) 

You have finally mentally recovered enough courage, and desperately shoved any embarrassment deep into your soul, to try and think of what to do about it

♤

You quickly found that people had 3 types of reactions to your speech,

 

1. They try to understand the nonsense like you trying to understand their Simlish, it really doesnt work, you wish you could tell them to give up and just gesture at you instead:

(ALHAITHAM he keeps trying then giving up then trying again lol, Diluc, ZHONGLI, Sara, Albedo, Candace, Dehya she thinks she’s gonna get it THIS time she swears-, Eula, Gorou, GANYU she feels bad lmao, Jean, AYAKA, keqing, kuki, Nahida, ningguang, AETHER, Thoma, xinyan, XIAO)

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2. They act like you when you hear animal crossing characters speak 💀 you can see the “omg so cute” sparkle in their eyes:

(KAZUHA, kokomi, barbara, KAEYA, ZHONGLI again lol he tries to hide it but you can see the tiny smile everytime you walk over and start ranting at him bc ur bored, Faruzan, GOROU, AYATO, YAE MIKO, keqing, LISA, mika, mona, KLEE literally loves you and you can tell shes always trying to get you to say something lol, Ei (archon), Rosaria she always SMIRKS and ur just- 😳, CHILDE the little shit giggles at ur misery, LUMINE AND AETHER U CANT TRUST EITHER OF THEM- , THOMA, SCARAMOUCHE BUT HE’D NEVER ADMIT IT BUT HE ALWAYS IS OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO HIDE A TINY SMILE AND GOES A LITTLE PINK-!! SAME FOR XIAO LMAO)

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3. You know that tiktok audio thats like Isabella from Animal Crossing singing, and then someone’s like “uh-huh! YEAH! OKAY!!” yeah like that, but to you LMAO

(ITTO, Bennett, KAVEH, heizou, VENTI, Nilou she like nods after everything you say and makes sure you’re treated well in every conversation aw, qiqi, KLEE, Raiden (puppet) + Ei (archon), SHENHE no explanation needed, CYNO too, LUMINE, YELAN, yoimiya, yunjin)

♧

Alright i got tired sorry not everybody’s there lol^

So no matter the reaction, they all are a little bummed nobody can get you, 

…but then of. Fucking. Course. 

LUMINE/AETHER as ALWAYS get SPECIAL TREATMENT 

(there’s not a single person throughout all the nations, the archons, the allogenes, doesnt matter, who hasn’t felt a LITTLE pang of envy for this- bc as cute as you sound, goddamit they USED to understand you when you weren’t physically here, before you overcame the Universal Barrier AKA the computer screen lol)

AND THEY GET TO UNDERSTAND YOU.

The Sumeru linguistics department is grinding their teeth, Alhaitham straight up glares every time they translate for you lmao, Zhongli’s eye twitches at least once everytime they do so, Kazuha is literally trying to bribe them with cool places he’s seen that the traveler hasn’t so they’ll share the secret of how to understand you, Ningguang gets 10x chillier when they’re helping convos w/ you, Ei looks like she’s fucking pouting-

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Aether is just like 🤨?? For what?? I’m helping???

So confused he never gets what’s going on lol

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Lumine, on the other hand, is FULLY aware and smirks every time she’s so smug about it LMAO 

^ the embodiment of the cat surrounded by knives meme ^

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Ahhhh my exhibition is April 6th u guys!

May I finally rest in peace when that day comes 🪦

Cant wait to graduate and just have a regular job and not academia + deadlines 😭😫

Hope you guys have had a nice week or two!

Look out for more posts after the 6th :>

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

Short one but hope its fun my beloved!! :)

[bandomgay]

i'm sorry i'm physically unable to mind my own business but what happened that made you block ppl?? 👀👀

Sigh...i don't wanna start anything because I genuinely don't care about these people enough to but Ive blocked like 3 people this past month In this fandom because I cannot stand the way they treat miles and Alex purely based of fictional shit and it's like okay there's a fanon vs canon but these people I'm gonna be honest ESPECIALLY the one I blocked today has a embarrassingly bad habit of spewing just garbage nonsense about shit that doesn't exist like they fully believe it to be reality and there's just a gaggle of people who will follow as if it's actually true to life and I'm sick of it and it's not like I'm over exaggerating because this person takes it to gross extremes DAILY for literal years/months I've been seeing them write this delusional shit I soft blocked them blah blah broke mutual a long ass time ago as to not be rude (btw there r other ppl who think this exact thing im not be overdramatic i don't think???) but lately its getting stupid again so i just had to block them its so tiring reading that mess on everyones simple posts its just like at some point do YOU even like them? Or even the made up version of them? Anyways whatever I just couldn't deal with the endless batshit bad "takes" if u even can call it that it's honestly no big deal if everyone wants to hop on the fictional aspect of things and have fun! it's just that person I cannot stand anymore and haven't for awhile

[knightobreath]

I am once again reminded you are a real human being

My bad gang I’m sorry

Do not let them get to you

compiling these 3 specifically because theyre all probably about the fact that i said i was tired of getting intentionally trollish asks, so let me explain myself a bit more xP. its a lot because i love to talk

you guys shouldnt be too sorry! i did intentionally encourage these a few times, especially during the #mod 🫒's purgatory thing. because well, as a part of what i do on my blogs and streams I am a clown. i intentionally play as a sort of over-exaggerated feed-the-trolls fool because i think it makes me funnier. but the main issue is that I didn't set a proper boundary between intentionally goofy oliver and genuine human being oliver. This is a direct consequence of having everything be on my personal blog and not relegated to sperate spaces.

the sheer volume of asks ive been getting lately has made keeping up difficult and well. guys im kind of tired of answering nonsense or trollish asks. i'm not witty enough! i'm out of jokes! i've been riffing off of anons every day for like a month! and it is my fault for not just deleting stuff but i do appreciate when you guys want to joke around with me

okay. uh here is the part that is the Straws that Broke the Camel's Back. I can't tell when you guys are joking anymore. I can't gauge how much of the anon "hate" is jokes and how much of it is genuine. I can only tell for sure if it's like my friend saying it. If it isn't clear to me that a friend sent in an ask, it reads as if a stranger sent it. And I can't tell if a stranger is being genuine or not because I don't know you. a key example is the person who said something along the lines of "of course you're a skeleton if you're a vegetarian" which didn't read as a friendly jab but rather a stranger making assumptions about my diet to blame me for my body issues. i assume the anon just saw that those were both things the funny ask answering guy was talking about so they were free game for making fun of. kind of my fault though because as i said, there isnt enough of a boundary between when im being comedic and when i'm being genuine.

so like. tldr in conclusion i love receiving and answering asks and I did sort of have this policy of responding to Every Single One that I just can't do anymore and now I'm suffering from the horrible affliction that is "Bit That's Gone On For Way To Long" with a side effect of not wanting to go back on my word. and now that i actually want to be Real on Main people are going to try and bring it back to jokingly antagonizing me not realizing that it just becomes actual antagonizing when it's not about something i consider a joke. so im just gonna place down some boundaries

streams are a good time to send in silly asks, im in bit mode for that

i also dont take anything seriously on the oscc but please dont bother the other mods about it

im not responding to every ask anymore. Lol. if i cant think of anything funny its going into the void

might also start blocking anons who say shit that is Weird ! no more taking literally everything in good faith

you guys can still send silly asks i just want you to like. roll it back on the whole jokingly being mean to me thing. friends are exempt of course just make it clear that its YOU and not Internet Stranger #66951284

anyways love yall but also i dont know yall. or. most of yall. i accept the anon's apology👍

[baby--b4t]

hey pookster i’m just leaving this here because I know you’d do justice if you ever made it into a minific :3

kaveh absolutely LOVES horror/creepy things, especially when regressed, but alhaitham can’t do it. like CANNOT.

sincerely, 🐠fishie anon :3

OH MY GODS ANON YOURE SAVING MY WRITERS BLOCK RN (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ʃƪ) im gonna try and write a quick minific in hopes that itll make me wanna post more and work on my bots. ALSO TY FOR THINKING SO HIGHLY OF ME- i feel like my writing is mid but ill try my best for this silly idea (its super late as of replying to this so sorry if its a bit jumbled or doesnt make sense-)

(fic under cut)

Kaveh was supposed to be in bed hours ago. 5 hours and 38 minutes, to be persice. Alhaitham had been counting. He did everything he though would work to get Kaveh to finally lay down, close his eyes, and rest, but nothing was working. Warm bottle, bedtime stories (he had read 7 different stories at this point), and even trying different stuffed animals and pajamas. Nothing. Alhaitham was exhausted.

��Hayi? Do da tree birdies sleep? Wha’ about… Oh! Wha’ about da creepy crawlies in da kitchen?” Kaveh had been asking nonsense questions like these all night, part of the reason he was still awake at nearly 4 in the morning.

“I dont know, Kaveh. What I do know-… Wait, whats in the kitchen?” Alhaitham began to answer before he registered what kaveh had said. He sat up in the bed a little bit and looked down at Kaveh. “What did you just say is in the kitchen?”

“Da creepy crawlies!” Kaveh excitedly exclaimed, a wide smile forming behind his pacifier. “Dey have 6 leg, 3 eye- BIG eyes, and are really teeny tiny. Dey walk around in da dark and eat da bread! Dats why it has all da holes.” Kaveh started giggling, his tiredness clearly showing in his speech.

Alhaitham felt puzzeled. More than when he was trying to figure out why Kaveh wasnt sleeping yet. But what was getting to him the most was the though of some spider-like creatures crawling around in his food while he didnt look. He shuddered, the thought of bugs in general making him feel gross. He rubbed up and down his arms for a moment, trying to get rid of his goosebumps, before pressing further into this. Surely it was Kaveh just being silly… Right?

“How do you know this? Who told you about these… ‘Creepy crawlers’?” Alhaitham asked as he tried to fight the tiredness in his mind. This whole talk took a turn that was not helping his already fatigued state of mind.

“Dey told me! I got mad ‘cause my sandwich had holes, and I asked and dey told me.” Kaveh explained trough slurred giggles and mumbles. “Dey very small, so is easy to make holes. I scolded dem like you always do for da holes…” The more Kaveh explained, the more Alhaitham imagined a ton of ant-sized abominations crawling around their pantry. He shook his head and tried not to gag.

“Kaveh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the ‘creepy crawlers’ arent real. You probably dreamt about them at some point.” Alhaitham tried to explain to Kaveh, but Kaveh didnt seem to want to believe it.

“What?!” He sat up in the bed with Alhaitham, jaw dropping and his pacifier almost falling out. “But.. But dat were so cute-“ He felt himself tearing up over the fact that the little creatures he thought were so adorable werent actually real. Alhaitham sighed, realizing that now he had to deal with a meltdown.

“How about you go to sleep so you can dream about them? Does that sound like a good idea?” He suggested as he tried to coax Kaveh into laying down again. The poor baby was so tired at this point he didnt realize that Alhaitham was moving him. It did seem to stop his oncoming waterworks, however.

Kaveh gave a small nod and snuggled back up with Alhaitham. It seemed like as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep. That baffled Alhaitham. How in the world would Kaveh be so willing to dream about thousands- No, millions of little spiders in his food? If Alhaitham saw them, he would already have a match in hand to burn the house down.

However, Kavehs great big imagination never failed to impress Alhaitham. He just seemed to show it so much more whenever he regressed. A soft sigh came from Alhaitham, just accepting it. His little Kaveh would just have that sort of creepy imagination and he couldnt stop it… But he would still be checking the entire house for bugs when they woke up. No ‘creepy crawlers’ get to live rent free.

[denjilvrr]

[4:15 AM] AKI HAYAKAWA

“im going to be so tired for work tomorrow.” you thought as you walked into the local corner store. it was 4:15 am and you had work tomorrow morning at 6 but these past few nights have been sleepless.

you walked through the isles searching for your go-to “midnight” snack. grabbing cup ramen, a few candy bars, and a slurpee. not the best mix but it sure put you to sleep with a stomach ache waiting in the morning.

you go up to the counter and patiently wait as the cashier rings up youre items. “8 dollars and 56 cents.” he says. you pull out your wallet and hand him 6 dollars in cash, maybe he’ll let it slide because you come here all the time.

he looks at you kind of funny, “um.. youre 2 dollars and 56 cents short.” you smiled, “can you let it slide this once, please. i dont have cash on me and my card is at home. i come here all the time, me and you are practically friends! so please, just let it slide..?”

“nope! sorry i cant do that,” he laughed, “also we’re not friends.” “oh please just this once ill pay you back tomorrow!” he just shook his head no as you sighed in defeat, grabbing the stuff to put it back, when suddenly you ran into someone who was standing a little to close.

“oh sorry about that, excuse me.” you said as you picked up the candy that had fallen out your hands. “no, my fault, i was standing too close.” the guy said, “by the way if you dont have the money i can pay for it.”

was he listening to the conversation? “oh i couldn’t do that, no thank you!” you said already feeling embarrassed because you didnt have enough cash to pay, but now you couldnt have a stranger pay for it!

“no its alright, theres a deal with the ramen anyways, so just put it with my stuff and give me the cash you have.” you obliged and set your stuff back onto the counter. “thank you..”

“of course, i couldnt have a person go hungry.” he said so casually. you didnt know what it was but something about his attitude made you feel happy.

he paid for his and your stuff and you thanked him again before walking out and sitting at the near by table to eat your ramen, when suddenly the chair infront of you was pulled out.

it was the guy who paid for your stuff. he didnt say anything but ate his ramen comfortably as you kind of just stared at him. “umm thank you again, i really appreciate it.” you said trying to break the silence.

“oh no problem, but whats someone like you are you doing up at this hour? its late you know.” he questioned. “oh! i just couldnt sleep for some reason and this usually helps me, because i get full.” you answered, “also whats youre name?”

“my name is aki, ive seen you around these last couple nights, are you new to the area?” he asked. “oh no, im not,” you laughed, “i lived here for quite a while now but just been coming here these last couple of nights because my sleeplessness.”

aki nodded and took another bite of his ramen, before you spoke up. “i could give you what i owe you another day, just give me contact information.” you said pushing youre phone towards him.

“is this your way of asking for my number?” he chuckled, “but you dont have to repay me in cash, just keep coming here and having some ramen with me, it gets a little lonely eating here by myself at 4am.

you agreed and aki put his information on your phone. the rest of the time you 2 just talked about nonsense until it was 4:45 and you had to leave.

hi guys im back ! (kind of) this has been in my head the last couple of days and decided to write it really quickly since i have nothing better to do lol. might start writing again, who knows ⇨ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[strawberry-janusian]

a little late but heres my annoying rambling

communication is definetly something we struggled with - it's gotten a lot better with time, but were by no means perfect.

as ive talked about before, talking out loud helps. we also have private discord channels where we can talk and ask questions - those are nice, as we don't have a set time limit. so we can have someone ask something, leave it and a few hours go back and someone's answered.

we also think a lot at each other.

as for feeling connected, we DEFINETLY undestand that. there's a lot of overlap/bleedthrough between headmates. we use the term hydraconscious (pluralpedia link) to loosely explain our experience.

constant blurriness is also a struggle. who am I? who knows. its like a game of "guess who" every time we switch.

yeah i dont make a lotof sense uhhhhh

okay so how it works for us. we have our host who is always partially in front. because of this, we have access to almost all body memories. (the only ones we cant really see are severely traumatic memories that have been delegated to a specific headmate. sorry, colin)

we are all our own selves, but the host is Also There, to an extent. we kind of get blurry and confused often because of this. some of the headmates have started massive lists of traits headmates have to help distinguish whos in front (ie. who has an accent? who walks/moves differently? who talks differently? who is very passionate about this?) but it doesn't always work. sometimes we just have to wait it out.

idk if this is helping. im tired and in the mood to ramble.

also, as for the destructive headmate - we have experienced that. anti, I'm putting you on blast, sorry man. (they're part of the Anti-British alliance /silly).

when they first formed, they were violent, angry, and often turned their frustration into hurting the body and other headmates. a lot of the plurals around us did the "lock them in a box forever and ignore it" strategy, so that's what our host tried. (they were young, confused by plurality, and scared. none of us blame them.)

it (obviously) didnt work. putting a headmate in "jail" only makes it worse. they'll resent you, and become more aggressive when they do "get out".

then carson formed, and he had a different idea - don't? ignore it. so him and the host started just... letting them be. carson reprimanded them when they hurt someone / the body, but didn't lock them away. sean (also part of the anti-british alliance) started including them in conversation and learning their interests - treating them like a person, basically. it helped a lot. they still have destructive urges, but it's no longer "them vs us", its "us".

this isn't always an option, but please, please do not lock them away/isolate them/etc. they are a person (or being) too, and deserve respect. even if they don't respect you.

if you want to chat with anti, they are happy to. but be careful, they may start sending you weird pictures of animals and shitty interior design.

sory for my nonsensical rambling. hope this helps, and were happy to helpfurther if needed. we've been aware of our plurality for half a decade now, so we kinda know whats going on sometimes.

i think that....... i might be......... a system?

(aka i have a lot of evidence pointing towards the fact that im plural but im really scared to talk about it because i keep convincing myself im a faker)

idk its just like... hey maybe its not normal to have guys in ur head that have individual names and opinions and appearances and to occasionally feel like ur body is being piloted by someone else while ur watching them and such

i think the thing that trips me up the most is that they dont show up a whole lot? it feels like i can go for a few days without really running into anyone else in my head (ignoring the fact that the concept of "me" is blurry in and of itself, but i cant get into that here)

but then again i have proof that we dont share memories for the most part (the only reason we have somewhat continuous memories is that "i" am almost always fronting) so maybe its just amnesia hiding amnesia. idk

also we dont/cant always talk to each other/we have a hard time talking to each other sometimes and like... i dont see a lot of people sharing experiences like that? a lot of systems i see around can have full blown conversations all the time and we just... cant do that most of the time? and sometimes we understand what the other is thinking without them having to say it? or we feel like partially connected or fused or something and idk mannn i just dont know who i am a lot of the time :[

if i am plural btw im most definitely traumagenic, i dont have any opinions about syscourse stuff tho

uh input or advice from systems would be greatly appreciated, i feel like a soggy kitten standing alone in the rain all afraid and such also if anyone has advice about alters that try to harm other alters/the system in general thatd be nice to hear :[

[lostacelonnie]

Oooh thats exciting maple, the main character of bofuri is just. So stupid i love her i hope you have a good time. Yeahhh i love the manga but some of the like. Core essence of it feels lost in the show. Love to hear that even the actors can see wenclair is the real choice & not. Whatever that other nonsense is. Im not prepared for final spy x family bofuri or witch from mercury they've all been so good this season. I did see the uh. Food ranking post but understood none of that so im curious how deep i can dive into that blog but ill do it still. Thanks so much time has passed & im so behind but itill be worth it i do enjoy honkai & its lesbians

HEHE ILL PROBABLY WATCH IT TOMORROW OR IN TWO DAYS SINCE ILL HAVE A LOT OF TIME TO KILL. sorry for the late reply, i just got back from my grandma and being over at her place is. Very tiring. constant sensory hell. ooo then maybe ill check out the manga too! eventually. still havent seen the end of eva yet either.... WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE FINAL SXF EP ID LOVE TO HEAR THEM??? the food ranking post is a good one. tho i very strongly disagree on sernik bc it is SO MFING GOOD!!! deserves s rank. sernik is cheesecake btw. i love cheesecake, my aunt made an especially good one this year so i am Pleased. and good luck!!! todays story update was so UUGUGUHGHG /POS. it was worth getting through all that technobabble. misteln my beloved. worlds #2 fucked up auntie [#1 is mobius]. hare my slightly less beloved.

[catboyrightsdefender]

not to sound like of one those Deep Thinkers but perhaps this entertainment culture that we live in (and that has truly begun in the 19th century and has brought a love for spectacular installations like panoramas dioramas aquariums and total/global vision/sight that still exists today with virtual reality etc thank u art of the new medias class) has turned everything into a show/spectacle making us (talking bout our occidental culture at least) devoid of empathy like ppl will joke about dramatic circumstances that will never affect them, will talk about famous/relatively well known/strangers on the internet with a certain aura as if they werent real ppl. maybe everything and everyone has become a product to b consumed through idk social media and the like. feel free to bully me for posting this

[wollfling]

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[angelsdvsts]

me: finish replies 

my brain: but ur tired sleep :// 

[torontomapleelves]

I'm pissed right now so idk if anyone has sent this, but, William Mulaney's? (( Thank god for autocorrect ))

OMG WILLIAM NYLANDER? I’m cackling at the autocorrect, like I can’t stop laughing.

But, yes I think you’re right.

Send me players with the best arms! I’m done for now, no more please! ❤️

[plush-rabbit]

Heaven Between Your Legs

Pastor Simeon and you discuss your standing in the church and the worries that come of it.

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: For whatever reason these past couple of weeks Ive been like super duper dizzy and tired and its sucks and Ive been thinking about Simmy (i havent gotten his card and im going to sob) and I wanted to put this out for a while!!

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The black cloth is knitted in your hands, twisted and ruined from it’s once pristine and gentle look. The door in front of you is large and foreboding and you worry your bottom lip, worry knitted between your brows. You knock against the wooden door, clapping your hands in front of you together, only for the motion to be fruitless when Simeon’s voice echoes past the old wood. He allows you to come in, welcomes you into his office and the metal is cold under your hand as you twist the knob.

A pen is in his hand, and he looks up, a smile gracing his features when he locks eyes with you, and the pen is set down, clasped with the cap and the papers turned over. The door shuts behind you, the slam of the heavy wood making your skin and nerves jump. “Ah,” your name is sweetened honey on his tongue and it makes your ears grow hot, “what can I do for you?” He stands as you near his desk, the echo of your heels and the scratching sound of his chair against wood. “Please-” he gestures a hand out in front of him- “have a seat.”

You nod, sitting down with your ankles crossed and the stained glass in his room creating beautiful rainbows behind him, making him appear so unearthly. “I hope I’m not troubling you Pastor Simeon,” you say in a soft voice, your eyes looking anywhere but at him. He sits down as well, his attention fully on you.

“My dear, I’ve told you to call me Simeon. It’s okay, I wouldn’t mind it. But, back to your original reason, please talk to me. You could never trouble me, my dear,” he says, his hands clasped together over the desk. He leans towards you, the necklace on his chest clicking over the desk, before laying still. “Now, how can I be of service to you today?”

“Well,” you breathe out, your hands interlacing together, “I’ve been wondering about something as of late.” You sound so unsure, so meek and desperate here before a pastor who smiles so tenderly at you, it feels so pitiable. “I just- I know that I’m new around here and you and the others have just been so kind to me, but I worry that I’ve overstayed my welcome here at the church.” Your face is flushed, the heart in your chest beating so quickly you fear that it’ll lead to a panic attack right in front of the man who has helped you heal. “I know that seems silly, but I can’t help but worry that I’m just not,” you hesitate, tears brimming in your eyes and face becoming hot, “doing enough.”

“Oh, my little lamb,” you bow your head at the affectionate name and wince when the chair scratches against the floorboard. You can hear the sharp clicks of his shoes edge close to you. He stands in front of you, grabbing your hands and holding them tenderly in his. His hands are so soft and warm that it makes it harder to breathe. You could never overstay your welcome here at the church. Such a thing does not exist. I’m sorry if I had made you feel that way.”

“You haven’t,” You rush to say, now worried that you’ve made him feel guilty. “It’s just that- I-” you huff and bow your head- “goodness, how can I explain it?” You suck in a deep breath, your chest puffing out and slowly, you look back up at him. “All that I do around here is clean and tend to the children during church for the adults, while the rest of you are doing so much more. Pastor Raphael and Michael tend to the business, and do prayers. And then-” a whine is muffled between your closed lips- “And then there’s you, Pastor Simeon. You do much more than I ever could. I can’t even be of use to you or anyone else.”

“Oh my little lamb,” his tone is so sad, so hurt and and a hint of concern is laced into your name when he squeezes your hands. “That’s utter nonsense. You aren’t overstaying your welcome. We- I love having you here. You bring such life to the church.” He tugs on your hands and smiles. “Please rise, my dear.” You oblique and he stands close to you. Close enough that you can see the blue in his eyes and smell his cologne- something so sweet and intoxicating, that you clasp your mouth shut and take great notice of how you breathe. “You never have to worry about overstaying here.” His smile goes tense for a moment, and your hand is released, your heart deflating and worry returning to the pit of your stomach. His hand goes to cup your face, his thumb stroking arches over your skin. “You’ve been of great use to me.” His tone is soft, a whisper that reaches your eyes and is only meant for you to hear. “I had so much on my plate with tending to the children and having to make sure everything is orderly here, and you’ve done so much more than I could have ever asked of you. The children love you and you always seem to make them smile. I love watching you play with them- your joyous smile, the parental comfort as if they were your own, the way you listen so intently to them, I can’t help but admire how well you’ve adapted.” His hand stills and his eyes are locked on your parted lips, and he leans in a centimeter before catching himself. He sends you a smile and retracts, his hand dropping to catch your hand once more. “You are of much use to me, please never forget that.”

“May I ask something selfish Pastor Simeon?” You try to keep the same tone as him, but your lips are dry and you ache for him to continue, to close the divide.

“Please, I’ve told you time and time again to call me Simeon,” he repeats, his eyes drifting to where you turn your hand in his, interlacing them together. His eyes return to yours, and he nods, bringing the clasped hands upwards, resting it between your chests. “Please, ask me anything.”

“Do you want me around?” You ask in a breathless voice, too terrified to hear the answer, but so patient for him to tell you.

His smile tenses for a moment and you fear you’ve asked the wrong thing. He’s a pastor. He’s not supposed to fraternize with the likes of you- in church no less! “May I ask what you mean?” His voice is low, his hands gently squeezing yours.

“I just- you are the pastor around here. I don’t want to be here if I’m going to be a bother or if you’d rather go and-”

Your name is sweet on his tongue, and you so desperately want him to continue to repeat your name. “Of course I want you here,” he responds softly. “I’d believe that I would miss you too much if you weren’t by my side as you are now.” You nod and let out a shaky breath. “May I ask something selfish?” Once more, you nod. “Is it safe to say that you are as enamored with me as I am with you.” The only thing left in your mind is to nod. His smile stretches into something giddy, his eyes squinting, and the tips of his shoes nudging against yours as he takes a step forward. “One more, please. Am I allowed to kiss you?” Nodding seems so ridiculous, but it’s all that you can do without your voice portraying just how needy you are right now.

His lips are soft, and they taste of milk and honey, a delight that rests heavy on your tongue, and you savor every taste. The simple kiss turns, as do you, bumping against the desk, the pen rattling off the table and falling to the floor with a click. You apologize between breaths and he silences you with another kiss, holding you close to him.

Your hands are fisted into his outfit, blank under your hands as you push yourself closer to him. It’s needful, the soft whimpers that exit past your lips, the breathy hints of moans as his hands find salvation on your hips, curling around to knead into your bum. It’s sinful, your mind spinning and cunt growing slick as he gropes your body. His hands on your breasts as he kneads into them, trying to move the cup away from over your shirt and only growing more desperate as he begins to tug on the end of your shirt, quickly removing it and rushing to unclasp your bra. Your breasts fall, nipples puckering in the cold air and he gives them no moment of rest as he goes to pinch at your buds.

Soft fingertips twist at your perked nipples and sweat beads on your hairline, your body growing hot as tension forms in your body. His lips pull away from yours and he bends down, lips parted and hot breath fanning across a breast. He kisses against your chest, his lips pressing into the soft fast and lips suckling in the teat, nursing on your chest and twisting the other nipple with his hands, moaning with spit dripping down his chin as his tongue nudges and flicks your bud.

With a heavy sigh, he pulls away and looks up at you, smiling and kissing the valley of your breasts. His hands are on your waist and he circles over, unbuttoning your skirt and letting it fall on the ground, pooling around your feet and he lifts for a quick moment, placing you on the desk and giving you a harsh kiss against your lips before pulling away.

He lowers himself, dirtying his knees on the ground, and you’re reminded of how he looks during prayer, with furrowed brows and words moving soundlessly under his breath. The soft fabric of your underwear slides down your legs and you turn away, too embarrassed to have you sex exposed in front of him. You watch as he stuffs your underwear inside of his pocket.

Pink flashes to lick his lips and holds your thighs open with his hands near your warmth. You can feel a thin layer of slick already cover your sex, slowly sliding down to the sully his desk. His lips are pressed against your thigh and you let out a whimper, tucking your head in and closing your eyes. You can hear the soft sound of laughter as he continues to pepper kisses over your thighs, leading up to your sex where his breath his hot.

“You’re free to tell me to stop.” A kiss is pressed against your thigh. “Don’t forget that, my little lamb.” His nose brushes against your cunt, and he must have licked his lips as you can feel the soft, wet touch of it as it ghosts over you.

“Please don’t, Simeon,” you squeak out, your legs resting over his shoulders as he dives his head into your sex. You let out a groan at his first lick, a long swipe from your leaking entrance to your hardening clit. Reflexively, your press your thighs close, and he is trapped between your sex without too much a fight.

His tongue roams around your cunt, dipping into the sweet entrance where you leak, his lips pursed as he tries to drink in your nectar. His moans echo in your sex and your head dips back, hands clawing at his desk as his tongue slips in and out your leaking cunt, massaging your walls with his wet muscle. It roams inside, scooping and drinking as much of the sweetened arousal that you can provide, moving upwards till his lips are secured around your throbbing clit, suckling on the pearl until your legs have fastened around him and you have to silence yourself from being too loud.

You feel his tongue swirl inside of you, massaging at your walls and kissing you sweetly with your arousal slipping past his lips. Your legs tense, muscles straining and lifting to press your thighs against the side of his head. Heat creeps past your chest, burning your ears in hell’s fire as you let out a muffled, sultry moan, begging for Simeon, calling his name out like a prayer as he drinks in your arousal. Your orgasm washes over you, and runs down his throat, his mouth never ceasing his movements, drinking you in as if you are wine, addictive and tempting in a house of worship. Your hands curve over the crown of his head and you keep him close, whimpering and whining.

When he lifts back up, his lips shine and you wonder how he- how you taste like on his lips. You reach for him and he reaches past you, crumpling papers beside you, for you to lay. He lays you on your back and you arch your spine from the cold wood, letting out a high whine and furrowing your brows.

His cock is out and the head of his presses on the outside of your sex, his forehead kissed against yours and his eyes low and dark with lust. You can feel the burning heat, the throbbing and the thin arousal that drips out of him and smears onto your skin.

“May I?” He asks, his voice quieter than a whisper. When he nods, he presses his lips against the corner of your lips and pushes inside of you, letting out a sinful moan when he is snuggled inside of your sex.

“Oh god,” you moan out, your head lolling back as he rocks his hips into you. “Oh god,” you sing out, bliss making your body feel as if it’s on pins and needles.

His hand holds onto your face, squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered. “Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain, my little lamb.” He releases his hold on you and his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his voice a seductive whisper. “For now, use my name. Think of me as your god at this very moment.” You whine, nodding and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close as his chest presses flush against yours, his cock pushing deeper inside of you. “Use your words, lamb,” he murmurs, pulling you upwards, holding you close to him as he ruts himself against you. “You feel so good,” he sighs, the desk scratching against the wooden floor.

Your body is still sensitive, your cunt throbbing and clit pumping as he eases into a rhythm. Short, deep thrusts make your heart beat erratically, and you feel this warm fullness reach over your body, illuminating you, his cock thick inside of you, twitching and dripping and the feeling is foreign, but it’s welcomed.

Simeon,” you hiss out, your nails scratching at his back, “you feel so good,” you say in a broken voice, tears springing to your eyes. “Oh fuck,” you moan, peppering his face with kisses.

“Watch your tongue,” he warns, kissing your lips and teasing with a small nibble at your bottom one. “Ah,” your name is moaned and you see that he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from cursing. “You’re so wet.” A hand meets between your body, rolling the clit around, feeling the throbbing underneath his fingertips. Your velvety walls tighten around him, a rush of arousal coating his cock.

“Oh god,” you lament. “Oh Simeon,” you correct yourself when he pinches at your clit. “The touch has your body tense and nerves on fire, feeling as if you might split. “Oh Simeon,” you repeat like a prayer, meeting your body with his, so desperate to just feel him inside of you. His body is warm, heavenly and sweet, and you can feel his every breath, the rise and fall of his chest and the way that he just hugs you close to him. You want him so badly, you want to feel every inch of him inside of you, filling your womb and stretching you. You want his touch to sear itself on your body and you cry for him, wrapping your legs around him as you reach your climax.

He curses, bowing his head and he stills, letting his seed fill your womb. Your name is hissed out, his breath hot, fanning over your neck. “Remember to not waste a drop of my seed,” he hisses into your ear. You aren’t sure if it’s how he said it, a hint of a threat and his power laced into his words, or if it’s because of how good he’s made you feel and how you’ve yearned for it, but you throb and you want him again.

Simeon holds you, resting on the chair that you sat when you first entered the room, his cock warm inside of you, still weeping with heavy seed and arousal. Your face is buried into your neck, your hands wrapped around him and you let your lips purse, kissing his neck softly and letting your eyes close. He must feel your breath grow steady, because his hands rub up and down your back, soothing you with a kiss pressed to the side of your head. He whispers something under his breath and you only have the strength to blink and press yourself closer to him.

[s-hera]

I Don't Wanna Be Alone

Izana Kurokawa X Fem!Reader

~ Tags. Angst, Toxic Relationship, Modern Au, Arranged Marriage "Right Person, Wrong time" (They both fall in love w/ each other but he love her too late), Izana is an adopted brother of The Sano, typos, Grammatical Errors.

~ wc. 0.6k

~ note. This was like uhm the summary of versagen caritas, this is also posted on my alt, so...

“Stay, please…” “Sorry, izana but i can’t. I don’t want to break you like how you did to me but i can’t handle this relationship anymore” you said while tears start streaming down your face. Maybe it’s a tears of joy?joy because you can finally let the man you loved go but at the same time it’s still painful. “Let’s work things out, honey” “No, work things out yourself, your problem isn’t my problem anymore. Im letting you free because this is what you want” “I want?n-no, you got it all wrong, no sweetheart, i would never want you to leave” “Please stop giving me pet names, someone else “better” deserves it, and im not that someone” “It’s you, its always you that deserves it” “Too late now izana, please let me leave in peace, it’s too late now.” you said as you walk out of the door, the shared apartment and the memories should just stay with him, he might lose his mind if you kick him out of the apartment that the both of you brought.

He knows he did you dirty, he knows that you deserve better treatment from him but he was too late to realize it, too damn late. Too late to make you stay, you already made up your mind. Leaving him as if you’re not pregnant, that was out of pocket, if only you knew that he notice the pregnancy test on the trash can on your shared bedroom that he never sleep on, because you were there, you stay there and he stay on the second room of the apartment. Now, tables have turn, he wants to feel your warmth around him. Every words that came is nonsense, so please, comeback….

As he looked at your picture on his phone, his guilt is always eating him up but he misses you, he would pay billions just to turn back the time. He pushed you away, now the world is punishing him. All that he see and all he need is you, the night you said goodbye broke him and yet, yet he knows that it’s his fault.

“Move! You’re not worth it for my time, i have better things to do”

“Zana…you’re just tired, sleep,ok?” you just embarrassed yourself, believing he's just tired and needs to rest. Izana would never be tired, but when it comes to you?he always is.

Why do you have to be like that?Making yourself a fool, he deserves to be alone, doesn’t he? He broke your heart into thousands pieces and he gotta pay the price, and the price cause is for everyone to leave, everyone especially you. He remembers those mean words he said to you…”you don’t even deserve to have my child, you would never be enough.” “you would never mean that much to me.” “you’re disgusting, you should be thankful i'm friends with your brother.” “All you do is whine.” “Can you just fuck off already?!”

he remembers all of it, words he should’ve never told you. Words he regret saying to you without thinking.

“I miss you already, when will you come back?” he sigh…”hah, I'm making myself a fool just like what you did to yourself when we were still together. do i even deserve to mention you again?do i deserve to mourn like this? You’re not even dead how can i mourn you?but have i ever told you that i love you and will always be in love with your features, features that made me too stunned when i first saw you” he knows it’s too late to express his love to you, and he also treated you like a shit.

“I also forgot that my best friend is your brother, such a fool of me,Everyone leaves and it’s because of me, you didn’t even told me you were pregnant, did i scare you that much?” he just cant stop talking to himself, no one was there to listen, not you or your brother kakucho.

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[chameleon-madrigal]

XXIV | Cuentos de Camilo

(Stories of Camilo)

Title: Fool for you

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Camilo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Camilo decided to pull up a prank on you but what he didn't know is you got a plan to prank him back. Which cause him to learn his lesson.

He/him pronouns for Camilo

She/her pronouns for Reader

Note: Kinda late for aprill fools special but hole you like this! I am open for requests! And still working on some drafts. Enjoy lovies mwaa Thank you for your support lavya <3

MASTERLIST HERE!

It was april first, and the only day Camilo can go all around the town with pranks without getting grounded and stuff since its april fools day. He get to exempt himself from doing tricks without anyone being mad at him since it was given that this unofficial holiday was meant for him, so it can be an excuse for fun to him.

"MAMA!! Did you stock many arepas!?" Isabela panickly said as Luisa calm her down while also feeling anxious.

"Yes yes I did, as long as your Tío won't finish it before april 1st ends"

"Hey! Next time if you're gonna mock me atleast not in my face" Bruno said and walk away but Julieta just chuckled knowing that her brother cant stay mad at her.

"Why are you so anxious, Camilo will just prank you and if you end up getting hurt just eat an arepa" Mirabel said as Isabela glared at her and crossed her arms.

"Did you forget how I ALMOST LOST MY EYEBROWS LAST YEAR!?" She shouted as a flower was shove in Mirabel's face which cause her to blew it off.

"Sis, calm down. Your cactuses are getting everywhere" Luisa said as she got shocked at the sudden cactus that pop up in her side.

Isabela apologized as she tries to calm herself down. And as she is, a big strong wind appeared inside Casita.

They notice how Pepa was going back and forth, mumbling stuff as she started to be mad at Camilo on the things he will do for today's april fools.

"Amor, calm down I am sure Camilo will go easy on us for this year" Félix said which earned him a glare from his wife.

"Easy doesn't work on Camilo" She said as she suddenly went to where the others are and drink a cup of coffee to calm down.

"I wonder if Y/N is aware about Camilo and his pranking agenda during april fools" Mirabel suddenly questioned.

"Poor her, she doesn't really know" Dolores said and squeeking after. As the other sighed knowing how evil Camilo is during april first.

You are dating Camilo for quite months and knowing its april fools day, and you never thought how this day could give your novio excuses for every pranks he would do.

You are currently walking on the bridge near Casita as Camilo asked you to meet him up there. Not being aware of the news you are about to hear.

You quicklt hugged Camilo as you saw him, but he didn't hugged back. You shrugged it off thinking he must be tired of his chores. Camilo on the other hand, is trying his best to act cold for the prank he is about to set for you. He was stopping himself to laugh at the thought of you imagining your reaction.

"So...how was your day, Amor—"

"Y/N, let's break up" He stopped you as he looked down at the ground refusing eye contact. You looked at him dumbfounded, feeling a pang of pain in your chest.

"W..what?"

"I..im sorry I cant do this anymore" Camilo said trying his best to act serious as he was about to laugh at the nonsense of his acting.

"why...am i not enough? Camilo please—" You said as you held his arm to make him turn at you, as tears filled up your eyes.

"You're a great person, Y/N. You deserve better other than me" He said as he kissed your forehead for the last time and walk away. As you keep on calling his name.

~•~

Camilo felt guilty while walking back to the Casita as he witnessed how the tears flowed in your eyes. But he said to himself that he would really apologize hard for you since this is just a prank.

The moment he step into Casita, the tiles were messing up with him as he chuckled.

"Casita stop, don't worry there's no pranks for you" He stated while surrendering his hands up in the air as Casita stopped messing around and pushed Camilo to the kitchen.

As soon as he was in the kitchen he saw Isabela who was about to run away the moment she saw her primo.

"WOAH! I am not a murderer chill" He rolled his eyes and got some plates and stacked his arepas.

"Oh really? Who knows ur gonna be the murdered of my dear cactuses" Isabela sassed and Camilo just laughed.

"Prima calm down, I have no tricks up my sleeves for you" Isabela squinted her eyes at him, trying to see if this is also a trick or not.

"...Or is it?" Camilo continued as Isabela groaned and ran away, which he laughed at that.

"Camilo today is no excuse for you to not do your chores" Abuela stated as he noticed Camilo with his mouth full of arepas.

"Oh ah yeah, I was just taking a break Abuela" He said chuckling nervously

"Whatever you are planning for today, Camilo. Solo porfavor, don't try and hurt anyone"

"Pfft, since when did I hurt people with prank—"

"Last year you almost burned Señor Juan's crops" Abuela glared as Camilo smiled guilty.

"W-well..Mami's sun just added heat to it. I was Innocent!!" He dramatically stated as Abuela rolled her eyes and walk outside. Camilo sighed in relief as he didn't receive an earful talk.

When suddenly a thundercloud appeared in Casita, followed by a shout.

"CAMILOOO MADRIGALLL!!" Pepa shouted as he went to Camilo and drag him by his ears.

"ay mami que duele!"

"Oh don't start with me young man, I will never let you continue your chores not unless you clean your room" Pepa angrily said as she continued sermoning Camilo with his room and getting him to clean it.

Camilo was almost done with his chores and doing bunch of pranks, which got a hard time for the villagers to go on for the day. As he wondered on where you are, he saw you with someone...and that someone is a boy.

He shapeshifted into someone else to blend in and not be caught by you, as he got closer he saw you intertwining hands with none other than Carlos. His rival in courting you before.

Camilo was confusedly mad, as you are smiling and laughing at Carlos. Didn't you two just 'broke up' but then here you are, hanging out with someone that is not him. He can't do anything since he stated to you that you two are already done but he felt a pang in his heart watching you two close.

As you are continuing hanging out with Carlos, you noticed someone was following you. Moreover, Camilo disguised as a villager to stalk you.

"Carlos, pretend you're about to kiss me"

"What!? Why?!" He shockingly said causing him to release your intertwined hands.

"Just trust me!" You said as you wanted to know how Camilo would react.

As Carlos started leaning in, Camilo couldn't take it as he shapeshifted back into himself running in between you two and slightly pushing Carlos off.

"¡QUÉ DEMONIOS, HOMBRE! ¡APÁRTATE!" He stated as you tried not to laugh. You pushed Camilo as you noticed the glare he had, which made you scared.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"NO! What were you two doing!?"

"Tsk! Why does it matter you said you are break—" He shutted you off by putting a hand on your mouth, pulling you closer.

"Back off Carlos, this is my girl!" He threatened as Carlos raised his hands in the air and casually walked away why you subtly gave him a thumbs up to which he just smiled.

"Srsly Y/N?! Why are you with him!?"

"You said we broke up so—"

"Ay Dios Mío, that was just a prank! So if we did broke up in real, you would just hangout immediately with other guys!?!" He started getting mad as you got worried because you two are making the others look at you.

"That was way too much for a prank, Camilo. And really you're shouting at me, unbelievable" You deadpanned look at him and walk away as he suddenly started crying as he grabbed your arm and cried on your shoulders.

"I-I'm sorry. Please, don't hate me, I never thought this will be worse. I love you, Y/N. Forgive me, amor" He cried as you sighed grabbing his hands pulling him towards Casita. But he stopped in his tracks.

"No, please forgive me. Don't said me away to go home without us being all good. Y/N please" He begged as you cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears.

"Let's talk this out in Casita, come on" You said as he got no choice but to follow you. But the moment Casita opened the door, everyone shouted.

"Felicidades! You got pranked!!" His family shouted as they began laughing when they saw that Camilo had already been crying.

"Wait, what..." He said as Pepa went to him to wipe his tears as she hugged him.

"So, basically your prank just got back at you!" Mirabel said as they began teasing him.

"At first, I thought you are gonna break up with me but then I remembered its april fools. So I asked Dolores to confirm your joke or not"

"Yeah, you probably forgot your own sister's powers, Milo" Dolores said which caused the others to laugh, as Camilo just stared at them still mouth agaped.

"After confirming that, we plan together how Y/N can get back to you and to probably teach you a lesson. So we asked Carlos, since he would be the perfect one to help us and also to made you more annoyed which worked." Luisa said as Isabela smirked at her primo.

"So once everything is set and went accoring to plan, well luckily. And then there you go primo, you just got pranked by your own doings"

"Isabela, I swear your cactuses—" You cutted Camilo off by pecking him on the lips as he got flustered as everybody teased him.

"I love you too, amor. Don't worry we are srill together and I forgive you—WOAH!" He suddenly carried you on his shoulders as he went upstairs to his room, causing the teasings of his family to get louder.

"CAMILO PUT ME DOWN!" You started slapping his back as he held his grip on you tight to not let you fall down.

"You made me cry today, amor—"

"Ugh, and so do I!?"

"Well, I guess we need to pay each other's dumbasses" He smirked as he put you down once you are in his room.

"And also for me to give you a possible free pass for next year's april fools" He said as he kissed you. After a minute of kissing, you suddenly smacked his head and started running around his room.

He started chasing you around as you both spend the rest of the day, catching up with each other cuddling while telling him how you had came up with the plan together with his family.

"—It was a foolish for you to think that I would hangout with other guys when we just fake broke up"

"Im sorry okay!? I didnt know" He scoffed as he comfortable rest his head on your chest.

"Dont worry I would never let that break up happen. Not in a million years."

"Me too, I would always be a fool for you, hermosa" He said as you kissed his nose as you both continued cuddling.

[obsessive-ego]

Late night chats

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Beej chats with you when he knows you're not listening

Fluff, pining

It was a long rough week, you were absolutely exhausted, you could barely stand, your knees wobbled as you finally arrived home, everyday this week has been hell between work using you to cover everyone and do everything, and personal family drama you had to attend too, you were glad to finally be home, safe, quiet, where nothing was expected of you, you could finally recharge.

Kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag and jacket aside to deal with later.

As you shamble to your bedroom, eager to swap your work clothes to something less constricting, you tap away on your phone, ordering dinner, you were too tired to cook anyway.

In your bedroom, you were quick to ditch your uniform in replacement for an over sized shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

Removing your bra felt like a weight has been lifted, as you slip on your pajamas you felt 100 pounds lighter, you flop down on your bed, barely clinging to being awake, as you were about to doze off, your phone blares to life with its loud ringtone, you groan in frustration, you force your body to get up and dig for your phone in your pants pocket, you miss the call by a second, before you could check who it was it buzzes again, you nearly drop the phone, startled, you fumble with the gadget, quickly answering the call, assuming it was your incompetent coworkers needing a question asked.

"What are you wearing?~"

You frown, knowing that voice anywhere

"Beetlejuice-"

"Oh baby, you will be wearing me by the time I'm done with you~" he moans

You scowl at this joke, too tired to really deal with his sense of humor, yes the ghoul could easily make you laugh with their lewd jokes, but honestly you were so tired nothing else really mattered.

"What-"

"So we gonna hook up? Or are you standing me up?"

"What?"

"Y/n what day is it?"

You're silent for longer then youd like to admit, beetlejuice starts before you could respond

"Friday, movie night, so, let's hear that magic b word sweetheart~" he chimes in a sing song tone.

As tired as you were, I guess a chill movie night would be fine, if you doze off during you could survive the teasing, wouldnt be the first time.

"Hello? Sugar? I'm not hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours~"

You snap back, guess you zoned out longer then you thought, you utter a quick sorry, and shuffle to the living room.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

Your apartment goes dark, you sigh, the ghoul had a thing for making an entrance

"HONEY IM HOME" the ghoul shouts, within seconds you are hoisted up from behind in a tight bear hug, Beetlejuice's head resting on you shoulder "babes I missed ya, you're such a mean little thing forgetting about our movie night, or were you just playing hard to get~" he purrs that last part.

Clearly embarrassed you try your best to squirm out of your predicament, the demon only cackles at your actions

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and your gonna give me a-"

The ghoul was interrupted by a knocking at your door, his eyes light up, before you could get a word in, you are dragged along to the front door

"Its showtime"

...

It was amazing how you were still able to order take out with all the nonsense beetlejuice did to the delivery guys, but it just goes to show that it's all about money, and let's be honest, nobody is gonna believe them, yeah sure, a zombie looking guy took the pizza and then turned into a pile of snakes.

...

Movie night was the same as always, Beej successfully snuggling up close with an arm around your shoulder, ever since the change of seasons he found you no longer took the lead on getting up close and personal, meaning he had to take initiative, not that he minded, since regardless of the temperature, you didnt mind him cuddling up, which was nice, you were so warm to the touch, he adored it.

Movie night was always a blast with the demon, yes you've seen this horror films 100 times, but watching them with Beej always made them more lively, his enthusiasm was so contagious. But as much fun as the evening together was you were officially out of energy, you tired in vain to keep awake, last movie night you dozed off midway through you delt with merciless teasing for a week, but all your effort was for not as you felt yourself slip into dreamland.

"Alright Doll what's up next in our-" the demon finally noticed you were out, he frowns, yeah it was cute, and sexy when you fell asleep on him, but it was really becoming kind of a pain on how hard you worked and how much it drained you, breathers are delicate, and besides he wanted to spend some real legit alone time with you.

The demon snaps his fingers and the two of you reappear in your bedroom, you being tucked into your bed, beej floats up beside you in a lounging position.

The ghoul stares at you, watching you naturally settle into a deep sleep, once a few moments have past and beetlejuice was sure you were out cold, he leans back placing his hands behind his head and let's out a deep sigh.

"Ya know doll, the other week I was in the netherworld for business, bumped into an old pal, buddy was going on and on about this demon he was banging, and boy, the look on his face when I told him I was banging a hot little breather, man, fucker was jealous, I mean we arent technically banging, yet." He whispered

This was a habit of Bj's chatting to you when you were asleep, he didnt need to sleep, so this was a nice way to pass the time.

"I showed him that photo of us lyds took, ya know the one, you were sitting on the couch playing with you phone and I had my head on your lap? Yeah, I keep it in my wallet, hell, it's the only thing in there" he snickers

You mumble something unintelligible, Beej hums in response

"Of course not sugar, I dont keep condoms in there, i prefer to go raw, demons cant get breathers pregnant anyways, wink wink"

The ghoul sighs reclining back and putting his hands behind his head

"Ya know, while I was down there, I had to file some paperwork with my Mom, the bitch she is, was going on and on about how I need to stop screwing around with breathers, she just doesnt get me, you know how it is"

You grumble in response

"Oh, yeah I know I told ya a sandworm ate her, shes back, it's a long story" he huffs with a scowl.

"Yeah she was saying how theres no point of me tricking another breather for a green card to live again, and I should leave you alone, fuck her, ya know, I dont need to trick ya for a green card, i know you're head over heels for me babes, and once you finally admit you love me and we fuck around for a bit, then I'll pop the question." He trails off looking in your direction, your were laying on your side facing the demon, as if you were awake listening to his every word, the demon sighs, staring at you sleeping form, god slash satan  he had no idea what he did to deserve you, his sweet caring breather. He could always come back to you, you were all his, you just didnt know it yet, and that was fine, for now, soon he'll get you to confess your undying love.

"What would I do without our little chats" he sighs, his eyes fixated on you, a purple hue begins to creep into his hair, he sighs again

"The only time I can be honest with ya huh babes?"

You mumble in response

"Its not like I dont WANT to be honest with ya, its just, come on, you gonna believe me? A demon from hell falling head over heels for a sweet little breather? I can barely believe it" he stares at you, his hair now completely purple.

"You know I love ya right?" The confidence in his voice fading, the question sounding more desperate then anything, as if the ghoul needed you to know or hed die again.

"...beee" you sigh

Beetlejuice perks up at the sound of your voice "bee?" Were you dreaming of him? The ghoul could just melt at the thought

"...beetlejuice"

You were

The purple in the demon's hair began to mix with hints of pink, his little breather was dreaming of him, the ghoul leans into you, his face inches from yours, studying your face in hopes to crack the mystery of what kind of dream you were having

"...beetlejuice" Again you mumble his name in your sleep

"Do you dream about me often babes? Ya know I dream of you~" he chuckles

"Beetle-"

Before you could finish the b word the demon shakes you awake

"Fuck" you say with a start "beetlejuice what are you doing" you grumble less then thrilled to be woken like this

"You were about to say the b word 3 times babes, had to put a stop to it" he chuckles sheepishly "you were babbling my name away in your sleep, guess you missed me huh?" His nervousness turned into a more confident jab

"I was? I-" you babble

"If you REALLY miss me baby cakes I could slip into bed with ya? Keep ya company" he leans in inches from your face, a moment passes and beetlejuice can see the hesitation in your face, yes he's snuck into bed with you multiple times, but he always left before you noticed.

"I wont do anything creepy" he begs grasping your hand as if to reassure you

"....okay" you whisper

The ghoul's eyes light up at your response in a flash he sheds his suit, leaving only a pair of boxers and slides under the covers next to you, the ghoul is over come by the warmth beneath the covers, and quickly latches on to your even warmer body.

"Good night Bee" you sigh "I'll try not to say your name 3 times"

"Night sugar♡" he cuddles into your chest making you the bigger spoon, though you were the smaller out of the two of you.

As you drift back into a deep sleep beetlejuice begins talking to you again

"You really know how to spoil a guy huh sugar, I guess I can wait a little longer till you say the 3 little words, as long as ya keep treating me like this♡ good night y/n, I love you"

[niskoo]

[02:00]

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: angst, fluff, ....hurt comfort? idk

warnings: poor descriptions of a panic attack because i completely forgot what its like

word count: 1.3k words

a/n: hi hi!! this was (a bit late Jfbsjn) a request from @wonvelvet (thank you so much for requesting!! i love your writing <33) ALSO IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFF BUT IDK HOW IT TURNED INTO THIS HAHA IM SORRY IT MIGHT BE RUSHED </333

networks: @enhypennetwork

For your whole life, numbers and brains defined you. At least, you thought it did. That’s just how your parents raised you, around exams and exams and education. Never have they at least considered your feelings. And neither did you.

Until you got to college and met the boy who accidentally spilled paint on your shoes, the boy who felt bad and quickly apologized, the boy who promised to exchange them for something. You thought it was simply silly, how could be so worked up over a pair of sneakers?

And as he took you out for a small treat ar a bakery, for the first time in your life, he asked for what you wanted. You furrowed your brows at this, claiming it was just pastries and he could pick anything out.

And as you took a bite in the donut, you observed as the boy’s expressions changed as he smiled in what seemed like pure bliss. You asked him why he was so happy, but you really didn’t expect for him to make a whole speech of why donuts bring the heavens down to earth.

You felt something there, you wanted to smile at his small presentation, you wanted to join in and ramble nonsense about a pastry.

Lee Heeseung brought colors to your life. Not long after the first bakery date, he asked you on a real one, where he would dress up and actually pick you up and all that jazz.

And now here you are, a year later, staying in the same apartment.

It was crazy, how he actually brought feeling into your life, when you were completely unaware of how much more you could enjoy life, instead of looking at numbers and meaningless information you probably wouldn’t use in the future.

Most of your experience with your boyfriend was happy. Most.

Now wasn’t one of those times.

Now was one of those rare times where you would find numbers and worksheets so difficult, where you would struggle and want to give up.

It was simply too much. Too many assignments, exams, projects, too much work.

You stare blankly at the open document in front of you, fingers hovering over the keyboard, grazing over the keys. You’ve been at it for hours now, typing potential pieces, before deleting it after realizing how ridiculous it sounded. You’ve never had such a hard time doing an assignment.

The white screen of your laptop practically glares at you, the two paragraphs of nonsense screaming how pathetic and useless you were.

You grunt, and quickly shut your computer down, slamming it shut. There’s a migraine grazing your mind, tired of staring into a bright screen for too long.

You trudge lazily onto the bed, patting the sheets, before plopping in next to your boyfriend with a groan.

Heeseung instantly wakes up at the dip of the bed, turning around to greet you. “Hey, you done with the report?” You stick your head back up from the pillow, shaking your head with a deep frown. Heeseung chuckles lightly at your response, nodding, before pulling you closer to him and under the blanket. “It’s okay, you can finish it later.”

You find yourself instantly dozing off in Heeseung’s embrace, sighing in bliss, before nuzzling your face into his neck, humming in agreement.

You don’t think about the unfinished document sitting on the study table, only about your boyfriend’s featherlight touch and light kisses on your hairline.

Though, a few hours after sleeping, you do find yourself suddenly awake, a deep heavy feeling in your chest. You sit up from Heeseung’s hold, eyes instantly trailing to your laptop on the study table. A sudden feeling of nausea and anxiety floods your body when you realize you had not even done half of your report.

Feeling overwhelmed, you crawl out of bed, hands shaking and footsteps slow as you approach your laptop. Your breaths soon grow shaky as well, as you open your computer and see all the reminders of all the assignments and exams you have yet to come.

Your eyes burn as you read through the list, the anxiousness spreading throughout your body in an overwhelmingly fast pace, thoughts of how you’re gonna fail clouding your mind. You step away from your laptop, stepping back, hands finding themselves shaking and holding onto the back of your head.

You’ve only had a panic attack around 2 times in your life, and every time you force yourself to focus on your breathing, just like father had said, but now all thats hazing and filling your mind is how much things you have undone, how much of a failure you are, how weak you can be.

Soon, soft sobs the air, tears smearing your face messily as you shut your eyes and focus on your thoughts, and your thoughts only.

You’re a failure. You can’t get anything done. You have so much to do. Why are you so weak? Why can’t you fulfill mother and father’s expectations? Why do you have to be so pathetic?

You don’t realize your boyfriend quickly getting out of bed at the sound of your sobs, rushing to hold your hands in his as he kneels in front of you.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, placing a hand on your cheek. You jolt at the touch, finally realizing Heeseung in front of you, a worried expression twisting his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You try to focus on his question.

Why are you worked up?

Your eyes trail to your open laptop on the table, blinking at the brightness. And then, you remember.

Quickly, you suck in a sob, attempting to stand up and walk to your laptop to finish everything, but a soft grab at your hand tugs you back gently, causing you to bump into Heeseung’s chest.

“Hey, no no, look at me. Y/n, please look at me.” Your blurry vision turns to him, his gaze, glazing with pure worry. You try to blink your tears away, only to have them fall down your cheeks. Heeseung instantly reaches up to brush them away with his thumb, caressing your cheek dearly. “You’re okay now, I promise. You’re with me.”

Heeseung, the boy who makes noodles for you when you stay up to do an assignment, the person who makes sure you get enough sleep, the first person who comforts you, the only person who cared for your feelings. Your breaths finally steady, mind focusing only on Heeseung, his soft gaze, furrowed eyebrows, gentle voice, even gentler touch, god how you would end up dead without him.

“You’re okay, everything is fine.”

Your eyes seem to long for something more than that from him, blinking up with a certain gloss that tugs on his heartstrings. As if to read your mind, your eyes, Heeseung tugs you closer to him, hands now caging your cheeks in his palms.

Heeseung takes your hands in his once more, sticking your palm out in front of him. He presses his own large palms against yours, aligning your fingers together. Your heart softens, softly linking your fingers together softly. His hands felt warm, comforting, as if to reassure you that he’s there for you, that he validates you and cares for you.

“You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you. Can you tell me what’s wrong now, baby?”

You tell him what’s wrong, you tell him of your never ending stress of that week, sniffling softly every time you remember all your unfinished works. He reassures you that your own mental health matters much more, reassures you that you’re not pathetic, or weak, or a failure, but it’s human to not be able to handle so much.

Lee Heeseung, who painted your shoes and your life, who brought you pure happiness and comfort, you don’t think you could ever live a proper life without him.

A week later, 2 of your essays have an extended due date, you actually pass your exams, and best of all, you’re at a bakery, eating and talking nonsense about donuts bringing heaven down to earth with the only person who ever made you feel validated.