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i like how jing yuan’s always :3 like every time i see him in the game, official arts or fanarts he’s always :3 mimi would be shitting in his yard and he’d go “my kitty’s so grown now :3”. yanqing would complain about his height and he’d be “my son is big now :3”. fu xuan would be complaining about some of his tactics that give her a headache and he’d be looking at her like a cat who just knocked off all your stuff from a counter with a big :3 on his face. biggest cat ever i want to sleep in his hair it’s illegal to be this cute someone restrain me before i climb through my pc screen and hit him with a plushie ten times over

i mean look at him, sleepy eyes and lips always in a default :3, does mildly aggravating stuff like a cat knocking down a plant pot. the dozing general being a dozing general until serious stuff do go down and he morphs from meow meow into a big big scawy wion aww he’s so cute and handsome /*lightning lord hits the back of my head

AUGGGGGHHHH I’M CRINGE HE’S A GROWN ASS MAN…

but free and he’s my princess 🎀

#is he my next fic? probably… do you guys see what i’m saying #IF HE WASN’T A CAT HE’D BE AN ARANARA #i know dude has a lot of emotional baggage but let’s forget that for now #bro is safe in my arms #he has nothing to worry about but sleep #jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan #hsr jing yuan

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the day i put titles in my drabbles is the day school doesn’t torment me

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a/n: i personally believe dan heng is capable of not shutting up if he's talking about a special interest, like planes or stoichiometry or fuck even differential calculus, but i'm too dumb to write that basic calculus is already too much </3 i feel like he's the type to lecture his s/o or a friend about physics all of a sudden ANYWAY here's my take on that!!! i find these kind of dudes cute tbh

dan heng x gn! reader as always xoxo

cw: infodumping, sort of smart reader, reader is smitten, dan heng notices none of this, pining

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"...so, this one goes here and you distribute this one, resulting in a balanced equation."

dan heng scribbles away in a sheet of paper, spinning the pencil he was holding. "but personally, i think this other way to balance this equation is better when you consider the materials available. this other one..."

dan heng's finger travels across the page, pointing at an equation written with a pencil. his words wrap around your head. he does make sense. yes he did, his explanation was something you knew about. in fact, you wrote the equation he was glazing over. you didn't have the heart to point that out, he was happily explaining his amazement.

"...imagine this equation considered in making this chemical. not only would it lessen the need for heat, we could use this substance as a catalyst instead."

"mhm."

dan heng pauses to look at you before going on into another ramble.

"speaking of which, earth aircrafts such as the..."

now you've lost him. this was a topic beyond you. did that stop you from listening? no. his voice kept you. you nodded every time he stopped, trying your best to comprehend what he rambled on about. dan heng wasn’t entirely boring, in fact, the topics he talks about are very interesting. usually, if welt had some stuff to do, he turned to you to ask for your opinions on a topic he’s interested in. aeons, a planet’s machinery, the calendar of a civilization on a planet near its star, anything he could tell welt fell on you.

“…see here. the plane’s front is similar to a creature in that planet known for its speed, which is similar to this train they have on this planet…”

in and out his words ran through your head. some words flew in, some facts flew right out as they entered. if it weren’t for how cute he looked despite his normally deadpan face, you wouldn’t have been distracted. if not for his face softening from his usual stare, the plane models he spewed out could’ve stuck to your head. curious, you wonder what he puts on his lips to be that smooth…

…

why are you distracted?

“hm? is there something on my mouth?”

you snap out of it and see dan heng’s eyes looking into yours. he looks… very different— his eyes look different. the usual bored teal eyes held enthusiasm, telling you how much he likes talking about whatever he’s talking about. nothing’s changed about his face, but whatever expression he showed with his eyes, it changed it tremendously. so much, your nails dug marks into your palm, containing the cuteness aggression you held for him at the moment. at this point, you wanted to tackle him down and bite his cheek.

“no, just curious,” you answer. “do you drink a lot of water?” now why did you just say that, you completely snitched on yourself you were looking at his lips…

“no, just the normal amount.” dan heng tilts his head a little, wondering why you asked that. he seemed to have caught on to your hint, although not in the way you wanted thought it to be. “i put on a thin layer of lip balm on my lips at night though, especially when we go to colder planets. why, do you want to have one? we could have bought more at penacony.”

“oh, no need, i have my own,” you assure him. dan heng stares at you, suspicious, before letting the topic go and going off with his explanation.

“…okay. so, as i was saying earlier, the design makes it easier to cut through wind resistance…”

you give yourself a pat on the back for dissolving the issue. you did like dan heng, yes. you liked dan heng that way too, yes. maybe it was cowardice, maybe it was the thought of making it awkward, you never showed it outright. hopefully it seems that way for him too. your affection lies hidden so he’d be able to grace paragraphs of his opinions on you whenever he felt like it. though you wish that someday, he’ll catch on to why you always hear him out. not because you’re curious (well you are curious on what he’ll say, he’s quite knowledgeable), but because seeing him look happy talking about a topic he likes stirs your heart. that because dan heng stirs your heart.

dan heng keeps talking about planes… i should give him the magazine i have from earth someday, you thought, your head already skipping months ahead while dan heng continues to talk your ear off.

“…which explains this physics formula…”

#honkai star rail #hsr dan heng #dan heng #dan heng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x you

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hi babe, request for you ? 👉👈

i will fly to u 🕊️🕊️

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argenti + jing yuan + scissors = vyn richter

fictional men associated with roses and silver hair (long AND short)m have golden eyes, sort of royalty, and are sleepy heads…. mmm my type…

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should i change my header to weezer since the color i use is weezer blue…

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a/n: ARGENTIIIIIIIIIIII ARGENTIIIIIIIIIII AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH screaming aside, i believe he is the type to compliment even the features you don’t really like about yourself 🥹 this beauty recognizing beauty in others no matter how they look… peak gentleman also notice how my word count on my posts are inconsistent, sometimes i don’t put them, sometimes i do… sorry!!! also this is obviously longer than the gepard one, so guess who’s my favorite 🤭

argenti x gn! reader

cw: insecurities, gardening with argenti, brutish planting (the plants are fine, dw), cheesy argenti, subtle pining…, you aren’t together in this one lol u just got friendzoned!!! (he didn’t mean it), reader is an unreliable narrator

word count: 800+

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sanguine locks covered your peripheral vision as argenti bent down just above you. you were crouching down to dig dirt for the roses he nursed in nursery pots, and it was time to plant them down on the ground. you look up and meet argenti’s curious green eyes.

“do you not stick your spear to the ground, kick it to get soil out, drop the seedling, and stomp dirt on it, my muse?”

his question, though harmless, stuck a spear through your plant-loving heart. in what world do you plant roses that way?!

“no? argenti, is what i’m doing not the universal way of planting things?” you counter, gently taking out a seedling out of its seedling bag. “yours is… kind of sad and brutish.”

the knight crouches down beside you, pulling back the sleeves of his turtleneck. you loosen up the soil the seedling was clinging to and bury it in the hole you made, spraying it with water infused in fertilizer. you turn to your left and dig another hole for another rose bush seedling to plant. argenti observes your way of planting, his gaze following your hands.

you break the silence as you take out another seedling from its bag and put it down on the ground. “i’m curious though, do your plants live using that method, argenti?”

he nods, “yes they do. they grow up to be fruitful plants that grow beautiful flowers, fruits, or leaves.”

“again with the compliments on plants,” you sigh. you thought, do i have to turn into a plant to get praises…

“no you do not need to!” argenti replies immediately. you realized you spoke your words out loud and dismissed it. however, the knight was faster in talking than you. seeing your hands were busy, he started showering you compliments.

“beauty is everywhere, my muse, and that includes you! you need not to turn into a photosynthesizing creature for me to compliment you! are you not aware on how your hair is just right, even when you’re under the blazing heat of the star of your home planet system? do you fail to notice how gentle you’re holding that plant? or how you look in this posture, although it could use some work…”

argenti goes on and on, complimenting the features you usually scrutinize when he catches you checking yourself out in the mirror. the shape of your nose, your uneven skin tone, your body shape, even the hair on your toes… all while you were “busy” planting when you were just busying yourself to hide the massive blush raging on your face. the nerve of this guy to catch on to your insecurities and shower them with praises. beautiful, just what is beautiful for a knight of the beauty?

“…indeed, it is a blessing for the universe to have me here with you, friend. it is a pity you downgrade your perfectly arranged body just because it doesn’t fit this planet’s standards.” him saying friend for you sounded sour. “you were once like the roses you’re planting now, devoid of flowers but still pretty, your first leaves of development adorning juvenile features you now don’t have. and i think,” he pauses, tucking hair behind your ear to clear your vision. “you’ve grown to host a lot of roses.”

in your mind, fireworks shot through the sky at the last compliment argenti dropped. your face stoic, yet your mind had gremlins scampering around, yelling “oh great heavens! this guy is going to kill me!”, and “how dare he shower us in compliments! i love it! i’m going to explode!”

“hello? did the heat get you already?” argenti snaps you out of your daze. you shake your head.

“y-yeah, i think. let’s plant these later in the afternoon.” you plant the last seedling for the morning and put back the remaining seedlings in a cool area of your garden. argenti kept the gardening tools used before sitting down with you in the makeshift tent you two made. you took off your gloves and throw it aside, sitting down and wiping your sweat. argenti crouched down and passed you a waterbottle.

“i’ll do the planting later, my dear. now that i know the beauty of your way of planting, i can perfectly recreate it and grow rose bushes whose leaves that under that star’s light, and whose roses rival the color of my hair.”

argenti goes on for another ramble about beauty, fixated on roses. meanwhile, your mind began to wander in dangerous territory. for someone who’s not used to receiving meaningful compliments, argenti is starting to look like a potential crush for you. unbeknownst to you, the knight is waiting for you to take the hint already. as you debate your tiny crush on him, argenti is praying that the beauty that sits before him will grace him their company, to be his lifelong friend partner in searching for his aeon. that is to say, if he doesn’t believe his aeon is in fact, right beside him.

#honkai star rail #argenti honkai star rail #hsr argenti #argenti x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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a/n: pouty geppie >>>> enjoy this drabble pouty geppie enthusiasts because i enjoyed writing it for a friend too!! i forgot the english for “suyuin” a word in filipino BUT THIS IS TECHNICALLY WHAT WE’RE DOING HERE… i think it’s wooing? that doesn’t sound quite right… anyway we’re fighting geppie a little here but we’re weak so he gets his way!! knowing about him being a plant killer tore my heart a little bit as a gardener/green thumb <\3 love him nonetheless. i have another fic for argenti about plants!! stay tuned (he does not kill the plants dw)

gepard x gn! reader as always kiss kiss

cw: minor arguments but it goes alright in the end, cutie geppie, plants dying (pls be careful with plants! take care of them or i’ll burn you :3), feisty reader but they love geppie anyway

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despite gepard’s best efforts, the plants he tries to grow always wither. it seemed cute at first until he started tending your perfectly tended plants. as expected, your plants withered. you confronted him about his inability to care for plants and insisted you take care of the garden instead of him. gepard argues back, saying it isn’t his fault, escalating to a point you proposed to ban him from ever stepping foot in the garden.

“…absolutely not! i will not have you killing the rest of our plants, we’ll have no flowers to look at!” you said, hitting his forehead repeatedly with your finger.

“but-“

“no buts! you know what you did!”

gepard’s eyes droop at your adamant refusal, seeming genuinely guilty. his hurt expression reminded you of a kicked puppy or a kitten that got shut out of the house, imaginary animal ears drooping down along his downcast look. to stand your ground, you look away and huff. in all actuality, he did not look as sad, but your lovestruck eyes made him look sadder than he is. your resolve dissipated quickly when poor geppie tugged your shirt.

“please? i’m not a green thumb like you…”

a shotgun bullet of guilt tore through your heart instead of a silly arrow of love as gepard pleaded. when gepard gets all pouty and needy, who were you to refuse? that gepard had you wrapped around his finger, gnawing in deviance but still powerless to his puppy-like look. you wondered if his name really fitted his attitude. feeling guilty, you immediately turn back and ruffle his hair, taking back his banishment from your garden.

“aiya, you sneak. fine,” you surrendered. gepard tilts his head in confusion at your comment.

“i’m not a sneak,” he says through a pout.

“fine! ugh, geppie. you should learn to water plants at the right time, transfer plants gently, and toning down on cutting too much of them! i want us to have a flower and herb patch, not a sad field of mud and poor withered plants,” you reasoned. “they need love and care as you do. how would you react if someone pulled you up and left you on cold, cold concrete? with no water to sprinkle over and no soil to burrow in too.”

“i know, i know,” he chided. “i’ll listen to you this time.”

you give him a doubtful look and poor gepard immediately promised you a reasonable compromise.

“i won’t kill them, dear. i’ll keep my hands off the flowers, but give me a plant i can take care of. a flower at least, and i’ll give it to you. i’ll grow you the fairest flower you’ve ever seen in our garden.”

“…i wish i can believe that.”

#honkai star rail #gepard x reader #hsr gepard #gepard x you #gepard landau #gepard fluff #honkai star rail x reader

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actually yk what i’m gonna write some hsr… argenti and geppie have been eating away my brain… my knights in shining armor

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is it obvious i like simeon… *posts two fics mainly imagining him as a schoolmate* like, i like him a tinyyy bit

#obey me #obey me simeon #THE CHOKEHOLD THIS SMEXY ANGEL MAN HAS ME ON SINCE 2021…

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a/n: need me a simeon in these hard and trying times… i am frothing at the mouth, convulsing, GIVE ME A SIMEON!!! here i am with my delulus na kasama ko si simeon nung naging lector ako sa school AHHHH 😓 pasilyo as inspo 🫶

simeon x gn!reader (self-indulgent because in these hard and trying times why not)

cw: religious themes, pre-established relationship, they’re high school students in a catholic school here (simeon is a teen, matching the reader (he’s not older than reader)), you and simeon are altar servers, insecure reader (projecting), the term “bride” is used but only for figurative language (not indicative of the reader’s gender), kind of Filipino AU? just written in english

synopsis: simeon is so damn pretty and nice, you think you fall short. luckily for you, he thinks otherwise, and really wants to marry you when the time comes for the both of you.

fic is under the cut!

Father as Our Witness

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“prayers again?”

you look up to meet smiling azure eyes, the black cassock reflecting in his irises. simeon was carrying togas and a coin box, and after some insistence, you took the togas from him to lighten his load. setting down the clipboard of prayers down a table, you stand up and walk with him towards the back of the chapel.

“as usual, the top of the batch got first reading. quite fitting for him, no?” you remarked bitterly.

simeon chuckles and replies, “is that jealousy i hear?”

you stay silent, shifting your attention to the people going in the chapel already. simeon gives you a gentle nudge, as if to remind you of your conversation. you sigh in defeat, swallowing your pride.

“you’re hard to be around when i feel like hating someone for having better things happen to them. in fact, i feel like i’ve done such a big sin.”

“please don’t feel bad, we all want the best for ourselves. you’re not a bad person to feel this way,” the angel reassures. “why, what’s making it hard for you to be around me when you’re feeling… that way?”

you choose your words carefully despite talking through a tough confrontation. “you don’t feel these, simeon. you’re… different. i’m petty, i’m envious of an impossible person, i’m impatient to change. simeon, i’m not the best person, and the fact that we’re together doesn’t even seem real to me.”

he doesn’t respond. you gulp down the sob building up your throat, worried about his response. the two of you reach the back of the chapel, setting down the things you two brought in its right places. your throat ached setting out those words for him. communicating was not your best suit, especially if it was about your feelings.

“i take it back, forget it, it’s wrong, i shouldn’t have thought that,” you sighed. as you smooth out the togas held by hangers, a hum of the psalms tickled your ear. simeon stands beside you, facing the altar. he pauses his song to look at you.

“love, you’re not a bad person. you’re human and i don’t judge you for that. just because i’m closer in creation to father doesn’t mean i have the right to judge you.”

you purse your lips and face nowhere, looking anywhere but the angel’s eyes. a sinner you were, and a sinner you will be. that was the truth for those around you, but why not for him? your doubt-filled heart found it hard to take that, thus you resorted to forcing out the reassuring words he gave you from yourself. an unhealthy habit you wish to unlearn for him.

“right, i’m sorry.” you pause, struggling to take the words out of your mouth. the angel smiles at you, sighing.

“nevermind that. me being an angel is quite the hindrance between us. but, even with that,” simeon continues, taking your hand in his discreetly. “prayers sound beautiful when they come out of your lips, no matter what kind. if you were a bit nicer, you’d fit right in.”

a smile formed on your lips as you shook your head. “you really have to stop being this smooth. keep being nice to me and i fear i’m going to be the red flag in our relationship, simeon.”

“and you are. do i mind? not really.”

“tch, what does that mean!”

you scoff at him and take a toga, putting it over your head. simeon pulls down the toga while you slip your arms into its sleeves. he pats down the toga along with you, straightening it out. you tie a knot to its string, and notice your undone hair in the mirror in front of you.

“ah, i’ll fix this, be right back,” you say, striding to the comfort room. simeon hums in response and goes back to the table for the offerings.

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twisting the ends of your hair as you went out, you saw simeon mingling with other altar servers about the procession. some boys helped one another put on their cassocks, while some of them joked around with some religious apparatus. simeon held a strained smile, most likely uncomfortable by their horseplay. he caught your eye and signalled the two of you to talk somewhere else. you follow him to the back of the altar to carry out the remaining things needed for the mass at the back of the chapel.

you took a cup from the cabinet and broke the silence. “hehe, i could see you wanted to tell the younger ones from playing with those. would you be annoyed if i told you i’ve done worse with them as a kid?”

“you were a kid, what did you know? but that surprises me, you didn’t strike me as a wild child. i didn’t think you even went through a childhood,” simeon replies.

“simeon, if i wasn’t smitten with you and your stupid face, i would have punched you.”

he snickered at your retort, moving you to retaliate. as he moved to nudge you, you panicked and swiped your finger in the incense, smearing a mark on his cheek. simeon scoffs and follows suit, attempting to do the same to you. you flaunt your white toga, exclaiming, “no, no! don’t do that, i have white clothes. if you smear me, i’ll blame you!”

“that’s not fair. alright,” simeon retreats, “but you owe me food later.”

you both stop your shenanigans, resuming what you two were supposed to be doing. you take out the incense and wipe the dust off its container. simeon was folding cloth needed for the mass. a few minutes later, you two head back to the back of the chapel, carrying the items you needed.

simeon walked down the aisle and you followed him.

the two of you walked in slow strides. you both had numerous religious apparatus in hand, and you did not need a lecture from your handler. at some point the aisle looked longer than usual, prompting you to look at simeon.

his hair fell down perfectly, curling slightly at the tips. his blue eyes reflected the gold of the cups he was holding and the black of his cassock. the sun seeped through the chapel’s stained windows, the light shining upon the angel, forming a halo decorated with color. you stare at him in awe, mind lost. lord, give me strength. if repenting for jealousy was something you should do to keep this angel by your side, you would do it ten times over.

unbeknownst to you, simeon has been staring at you in his peripheral vision. the white toga that cascaded over your uniform resembled you as his partner to be wed. your walk mirrored how a bride walked through the aisle in a traditional wedding. simeon had half a mind to take off the black cassock and leave his white toga on to delude himself in a picture of your wedding day. bells clamored at the back of the chapel, sun rays peeked through the stained glass, and the devotees brought flowers. his resolve met defeat, giving in to the temptation to look at you. simeon thought your envy was for naught; there was nothing more he could want from you.

“mc,” simeon murmured. “you look nice in white.” you were confused at his compliment. “thank you? haha, love what was that for?”

“i really… want to see you in this. in front of my father, our father, bearing witness to our vows. if he approves, i will flaunt you. if he does not, i will still do the same. i want to see you again in this, but in different white clothes, walking down the aisle of the church.”

simeon catches himself saying this, looking away from your gaze. “if you want to, that is. we’re still young, we don’t know the future-“

“i don’t mind, especially if it’s you.” your stomach lurched in cringe when you realized you basically said yes to his indirect proposal, but your heart fluttered at the way the angel’s expression lit up in excitement. once you both reached the back of the chapel, you set down the religious apparatus. as soon as your hands were free, simeon flung his arms around you and let out a soft laugh. the other altar boys snicker at the sight, but you couldn’t care less.

“is this your way of dealing with my insecurities?” you chuckle, pulling away to save face. “you’re overdoing it. i’m done sulking.”

simeon gives you a smile pretty enough to send you to heaven, “did it work? if you want a stronger guilt trip, you can turn to raphael. although, that would make me the jealous one.” you nudge his shoulder.

“and i’ll be the reassuring one? ah, how cute, i can imagine coaxing you to be happy again when you’re all and pouty that i’m not giving you a time of my day,” you chided.

you forget your self-deprecating episode from earlier, and go on with simeon in preparing for the mass.

#obey me #obey me simeon #obey me x reader #simeon x reader

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a/n: first post!!! wrote this during my first week in school so it’s very self-indulgent T~T there is not a day that i don’t wish simeon was my classmate… so i wrote him as if he was my classmate in school out of desperation… GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME 🤬 also here’s loser mc (projecting) in presumably a catholic school. word count: 800+

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usually you start the day with a curse. cursing your classmates, your subjects for the day, anything you lay your eyes on that irritated you was branded a curse. you pant, cursing the stairs you climbed up to get to your room. fuck me, why is my class so high up? you are immediately greeted by a trash bin as you reach the third floor, adding fuel to the fire. you hunch over on the stair handrails, catching your breath. your bag feels light all of a sudden, prompting you to let out an exasperated sigh. if my stuff fell out, i am going to kick this-

“mc, stairs got you huh?”

a sweet voice spoke right behind you before they took your bag off your shoulders. they walked up in front of you, revealing that the mystery person was simeon. oh my fucking god it’s him, you cussed in your head. your annoyance dissipated and embarrassment took over. you almost cussed in front of him.

“ah, good morning. didn’t know you’ll come in early today!” you greeted, following the angel to your classroom.

“i have to prepare my mentees for the mass later at 8,” simeon replied, putting down your bag on your desk. “put on their cassocks, teach the procession, all that.”

you only took notice of simeon’s outfit when calm cleared out your sight. he wasn’t wearing a uniform, but rather a white button down tucked in black slacks. he carried a shoulder bag that seemed to only carry a spare uniform and a few notebooks. oh, mass service.

“you climb up the stairs everyday with a bag that heavy?” simeon asks as he sets down his bag on his desk. you gave him a strained chuckle out of embarrassment.

“i know i can use the elevator, but the thought of encountering random people i don’t know and waiting for the door to open freaks me out…”

finally confiding in a friend you trusted about newfound awkwardness in school felt wonderful. however, you wanted to scream and run to the nearest bathroom stall as soon as you said that. simeon was quite a hot shot in the school, being dubbed as the “ideal boyfriend” by many students since the start of the semester. you were quite known as well, but for socially insignificant reasons. in other words, you were a roach talking to a swan.

the angel broke off your self-deprecating daze with a soft laugh. his laugh was an imaginary bat that hit your knees. he took a clipboard and pen out of his bag and walked towards the front door of the classroom.

“i’ll come early starting tomorrow, then,” he says, leaning on the doorframe to fill out something on the clipboard.

“what?” you cursed yourself internally for throwing out a what? when you clearly heard him.

“i’ll come early to accompany you to the elevator. if you’re not fine with that, then i suppose i’ll have to settle with carrying your bag up the stairs,” simeon clarified, stuffing the pen in his pocket.

if nice words and good posture could kill, you would’ve been dead twice. this guy was going to be the death of you. you politely decline his offer, reassuring him you’re used to the gruelling climb. “this is for exercise anyway, i could use that, hahahaha… no need to come early for me! you need your sleep!”

“are you sure? you could use a friend being with you in school so that you don’t look so lonely. you mass up quite the ‘loner’ reputation already-“

“-and that’s where i’m wrong!” you cut him off, giving him a sheepish smile. a classmate walked in the classroom, causing the two of you to go silent. they leave the room as soon as they drop their bag on their seat as they meet up with their friends, laughing about something.

you break into a ramble to cover up the awkward moment. “of course you can! i’m not forcing you to come early by the way, i just thought you might feel dejected by me refusing and, hahaha, the ears have walls! the students here make atrocious rumors, and that wouldn’t sound nice for you, and…”

simeon sighs and shakes his head, letting out a sad smile. he’s seen through me, has he? you lament in your head. that i’m lonely. i’ve no friends in this class but simeon, and i don’t like how he’s hard to approach even if we are. come on, i’m only a hot shot when the class needs something from me, i’m basically a nobody-

“is that a yes?” simeon asked you again.

his question broke you out of your thoughts. “let’s just use the stairs tomorrow. we might get stuck in the elevator with you around,” you joke, lightening up the mood. simeon didn’t seem to take that as an answer.

“mc, yes or no?”

“yes! yes, it’s fine, we can go to class together,” you forced out. “sorry, i shouldn’t have raised my voice like that.”

“it’s okay.” the angel smiled at your confirmation before turning his heel to leave. “you could use a friend around the school after all. see you later!”

as soon as he left your sight, you drop down to your seat and slump over your desk. god, if you hear me, i’m in love with one of your angels, you prayed silently. you take it back, hoping it didn’t register in heaven’s “list of prayers to grant” yet. the thought of sweet simeon walking with you around the school campus made you feel giddy, making you hide your face in your desk and kick your legs. you compose yourself as you hear footsteps approaching your classroom door, pulling out a notebook to mask the butterflies living in your stomach. somehow today, you started the day with a blessing.

#obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #simeon x reader #obey me simeon

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𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘰! 𝘚𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦!

𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦! 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘖𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘔𝘦! 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘎𝘊𝘍 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘝𝘚𝘚𝘚 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 ^-^ 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 3 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨… 🥲

#obey me #tgcf #svsss #tears of themis

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Hi welcome to my blog you can call me Siopao ^^ Please don’t expect much from me I’m a very lazy writer but I will write your asks… in a few months. For now, I write for Tears of Themis, some Genshin characters, and Obey Me! I look forward to interacting if I can be bothered ^-^ Toodles!