#he looks happy here but i see those eyebags

[dovewingkinnie]

have the first drawings of sugar spider from last year

[flowering-thought]

Part 2? Fuck I've been thinking about them too much again so here I am ;-;

Supossed to be writing something else but this AU has me held by my nonexistent balls-

Brainrot gods please spare me I am nothing but a simple creature who doesn't get enough sleep

Masterlist

WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, obsessive behavior

COD Psych Ward Unit × Reader

When you were first transferring shifts from night to day, you only had a weekend to adjust your schedule.

You had told the boys about it previously so they were very eager to actually get to see you in the light of day instead of the cold lights of the hospital at night.

What they weren't expecting was your disheveled form and the annoying laugh of the front desk person who witnessed your poor state early in the morning at breakfast.

Price was pretty sure the scrubs you were wearing were inside out and Ghost could tell from where he was sitting that you definitely had eyebags.

Soap noticed that the usually organized tote bag you brought to work was stuffed a bit more than usual and he could tell you were not very happy.

Gaz had assumed the change would be tough on you but not this tough. The sight of you was enough to make his heart clench and the need to hold you in his arms worsened.

They really hadn't expected you to be this tired. The moment you made it past the desk they saw your shoulders droop and your eyes close for a moment, likely getting your bearings before the annoying form of the one and only Philip Graves stepped in front of you, getting in the way of their view.

"Well, what do we have here? Some poor darlin' made their way to the wrong unit?" the Texan teased, a shit-eating grin tugged at his lips.

What he didn't expect was your eyes to open and softly glare at him, a wry smile appearing on your features as you raised your brow at him, "And I wasn't expecting a warm welcome from a cowboy wannabee? Go eat breakfast, cowboy. I gotta get ready for my shift." You fired at him and watched as he put his hands up and backed away, a genuine grin on his features.

You rolled your eyes and moved down the hall, using your badge to access the breakroom and put your stuff away. While you got ready in the breakroom, trying to make yourself look more presentable and put together before your shift officially started, a commotion was happening in the common area with Ghost tugging graved by the neck of his shirt.

"Keep your disgusting paws off Graves. The last thing they need is some bastard like you interrupting their day." He growled, his fist tight as Soap and Gaz stood just in case they needed to support their lieutenant.

Graves just gave them the biggest shit-eating grin, his hands still up as though surrendering, "I'm not sure what you mean boys? Just givin' my greetings to the miss?" he teased.

Ghost stared him down until he decided to let go, Graves shirt wrinkled and scrunched up from how tight his grip was. Unfortunately, having 141 show interest in you made multiple others notice and observe you. And to Graves? He was curious about you from the moment you stepped into the ward on your day shift with those sleepy eyes that made him think about holding you close under the sheets. What can he say? He's a sucker for pretty things like you.

The moment you stepped back into the hall, the first thing you did was check the schedule, seeing if anyone had any meetings with the doctors or group therapy which was usually every day in wards like these. Much to your surprise there was nothing. You even checked the chart and notes from doctors but it was practically just telling you to let them sit in the common area through the day and lock them up at night.

You hummed to yourself, looking from the schedule to the assortment of men scattered around the tables where shitty games were played and they all clearly looked bored.

You had never worked in a ward as lacking as this one. It's like they were just kept here under high security for the fuck of it. You huffed before checking the rules for nurses and the activities they were allowed to do with the patients. And as you expected you were allowed free reign.

You couldn't help but shake your head in disappointment. Well if you were going to get paid well then you're at least gonna make the patients happy even if you have to force them to participate in activities.

So there you were, standing at the windows where all the tables could see you with an Uno deck in your hands, "Hello! Nice to meet you all I'm coming from the night shift so you'll see me more often!" You greeted, multiple heads and chairs turning to face you.

You hated the shift in attention but kept a smile on your lips and tried to ignore the invasive stares. "I'm nurse (L/n). And the schedule here looks a little lackluster, so I thought maybe a friendly game of Uno?" You offered.

The boys all sat at one table and just couldn't help the little flutter in their chest at your sudden proclamation. Graves sat at a table with Konig and Horangi. Konig, with his constant leg shaking and Horangi, just played with a deck of cards in his hands. Nikolai, who was still eating, sat at a table on his own but put the plate down at the sudden mention of an "activity".

You felt very awkward with all the stares but kept up the smile on your face as you brought a couple extra chairs to an empty table, "If anyone wants to participate, just come sit over here.".

Soap was quick in his decision, immediately choosing a chair next to you and Gaz tried to be fast but sadly Graves beat him to it. Gaz tried to grab Graves by the back of his shirt like Ghost had but watched your brow lift at the sight of his agitation.

With a huff, Gaz sat next to Soap, clearly ticked off, and glared at Graves, who had the same grin as always. Horangi, who you had yet to officially talk to sat down at the table.

Nikolai joined after putting his plate away while the rest who didn't want to participate brought over chairs so they could watch.

You smiled happily as you opened the uno cards and started shuffling, you weren't the best but you tried anyway and then gave everyone their cards.

Horangi lifted his hand, his eyes shielded by his sunglasses so you couldn't tell if he was looking at you or the cards in his hands, "How exactly do you play this?" He asked, his fingers holding onto the cards and fiddling with them curiously.

You looked around as the rest also didn't seem to know how to play the very colorful game of Uno. You laughed as you explained, the sight of grown men not knowing how to play uno somehow very amusing.

After explaining the basics and the rules, Gaz was the first one to get a double plus four by Graves, with an argument breaking out between them about how it's unfair.

Graves ended up calling Gaz a sore loser which made you stop him, "Nope, no name calling Mr. Graves. Play nice or I'll make you quit the game now." You warned, watching as his brows lifted in surprise. Gaz gave him a triumphant smirk and settled back into playing despite the massive amount of cards now held in his hands.

It went on like that for a bit, with the first person to get Uno being Nikolai, who proudly and very loudly claimed victory. "I win so I'll be getting a reward yeah?" He asked, his eyes pointing straight to you.

You just smiled and nodded your head, "Mhm, I brought extra snacks for the dayshift so I'll share them with you.".

The next person to win Uno was surprisingly Soap who had been very secretive about the cards he had and tried his best not to get angry when the color changed to something he didn't need.

Unfortunately, Horangi had the most cards in his hands. The ever-growing pile in his hands looked so bad you wanted to offer to take some off his hands but part of you also wanted to win.

It went on like that till lunch, with you getting uno, then Graves, and lastly with Gaz. The only one who didn't was the last player Horangi who had what you figured had to be the record holder of cards at 36.

You had fairly given out the snacks you promised, with Nikolai getting extra for being the first Uno winner. But you did sneak Horangi some candy you kept in your pocket with a small smile and your index finger to your lips.

And the day went fast with you proposing activities and checking over charts and rules. Honestly part of you didn't understand why these men were here.

From what you had seen all had been a part of the military and all had the problems that came with it. Ptsd, Cptsd, paranoia, insomnia, things that weren't exactly too bad and could likely be treated outpatient with how well the men acted.

You've seen many kinds of people in psych wards, and these men were the kind that would maybe need a month at most, not long-term stays.

While you wondered about it at your little desk you saw the head nurse approaching, a grumpy-looking woman who always had her hair held back in a tight bun that you imagined definitely hurt her scalp.

She looked to be in a bad mood as normally she didn't approach any of the nurses during their shifts and especially not in front of patients.

"What are you doing?" Came the shrill voice you had yet to get used to.

You flinch, your eyes darting between your desk, the head nurse, and the men who all sat eating dinner as it was now later in the day.

You looked a little confused, your hands coming down to sit in your lap, your fingers fiddled with each other before you replied, "Checking charts ma'am? Also checking schedules so I can plan activities." You claimed, your tone coming off ever more confused as if to ask why she was questioning you.

Her eyes glared at you as her hand raised to her hip, "Goodness I know you've been here for maybe what? A month or two? But you don't have to try so hard. This is a very lax ward for nurses you don't have to entertain the patients or even talk to them. Just give them medication and send them on their way." She stated, as though it was the most natural thing.

You wanted to protest but before you could she slammed her hand down on your desk and got close to your face, "Just listen hm? They don't need any special attention. They don't need kind treatment and they definitely don't need to be rewarded. Yes, I can't punish you for doing so but I can make things more difficult if I have to." She warned.

Price hated it, the way your body curled in on itself, how your eyes widened at the woman in front of you. All of the boys practically had to fist their knees to stop themselves from getting up.

Graves was silent but inside he was fuming. It was your first day shift and you're getting scolded by the head nurse for being a good nurse? What kind of damn logic is that?

Konig was getting anxious just watching, his leg bouncing aggressively enough to shake the table he sat hunched over. Horangi would have tried to help him out, but his hand ghosted over the candy in his pocket to prevent himself from yelling at this crazy woman who called herself the head nurse. He always hated when foolish women yell at innocent people like you.

Nik had to look away at some point, his hand gripping the table so tight you'd imagine his veins would pop if he gripped it any tighter.

After the woman thought she had thoroughly warned you, she told you to get off your shift and head home. "What? I don't even have to sign out for thirty minutes!" You protested, standing up to face her better.

You were beginning to get upset at her actions. She had never been this tight on you during the night shift, so why was she like this now?

"Just be glad you're getting off early hm? Have a good night (L/n)." She said.

You looked at her before walking off, heading to the breakroom to grab your things from your locker. You silently fumed as you signed out at the front desk, the women who knew you at the front desk gave you a look of sympathy as you walked off and out of the building.

When you got in your car you had the urge to scream but you just turned your key in and blasted music, your grip on the steering wheel tight.

On your way home you stopped by multiple places, the store to get a month's worth of snacks and the crafts store to get stickers and other things. Among them, you saw a couple of fidget toys. Squishy things and others with all sorts of switches and flips.

You contemplated before grabbing a couple, remembering the chart.

While at the crafts store you also bought some games, simple things that would be safe to bring into the unit and enough to piss off the head nurse, "Don't need kind treatment my ass... fucking bitch.." You grumbled, opening up the door to your apartment and plopping down.

"If I'm gonna be the only nurse to do my job then I'm doing a damn good one." You confirmed out loud, talking to no one but yourself as you clutched the blankets closer before falling asleep.

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons!

lucifer, mammon and simeon ♡

part two (asmodeus, levi, barbatos)

part three (beelzebub, belphegor, solomon)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: a few spoilers ahead from the main story! also one SLIGHT nsfw on simeons part???

small note: i only started writing on tumblr now so idk much on how ppl do those line thingies on the words and then it teleports to a diff post so if anyone knows how to do it please teach me! thank you :3

☆ lucifer:

- generally has a thing for turtlenecks. if you open his closet you'll see a bunch of turtlenecks in there. lucifer is a very conservative man after all.

- speaking of closet, he definetely has a color code for his clothing. blacks, reds, navy blues, anything dark

- you'll never catch him wearing anything revealing. especially his legs. man keeps em hidden.

- has a very sensitive nose. he always scolds mammon and asmo for wearing such strong cologne. he has great sense of smell in general (the bitch can smell anything) and automatically knows when trouble is near.

- EXTREMELY petty when he doesn't get his morning coffee. if he misses a day without it an extra line will appear on his forehead.

- gifts you souvenirs when he enters the human world. claims he's here for business because diavolo told him but we all know that's not the only reason why he came up there.

- he doesn't like writing with modern pens and only settles with quills. he still has his old quill from the celestial realm and keeps it hidden somewhere.

- almost gave head pats to luke once.

- his nose is FUCKING BEAUTIFUL and his side profile too. he has a nose bump for sure and i will die on this hill.

- he's not a big fan of creamy foods like carbonara or anything with cream in general. if he's eating sweets he prefers the icing to be less flavorful. what do you expect? he's a black coffee lover after all.

☆ mammon:

- room is always a fucking mess, but he cleans when he procrastinates so if you ever enter his room and he's all quiet and cleaning just don't disturb him for a while.

- buys bootleg merch for levi for no reason. one time he found this cheap ruri chan stuffy on sale for like 150 grimm and decided to buy it.

- has fucking shit hand writing bro. sometimes it's small, sometimes it's big but most of the time it's ass balls. like why does your k and h look the same?

- he cracks his knuckles and joints often and can't go without a day doing it atleast once. it's kinda hot tbh lol

- when he's in a happy mood he'll sing in like a high pitched way. idk how to explain it but i just see him doing that especially when he's on cooking duty

- sleeps really late he could almost rival levi on it. surprisingly his eyebags aren't that visible though.

- has really pretty features like long eyelashes, plump lips and visible collarbones. eat your heart out asmo xoxo

- convinced himself he'll never ever like or listen to human world songs until he heard you blasting some music in your room. he was singing that song in his head for days on end but refused to ask you what the title was

- he's a very clumsy guy and often drops small things especially during class like his ballpen, eraser or that pack of bubblegum lucifer ended up confiscating

- before you arrived, he liked to vape or juul when he's stressed or felt lonely but now he only spends his time thinking of you when he feels down.

☆ simeon:

- when he turned into a human he had thoughts of becoming a teacher in christian education but realized it's better if he owned a cafe instead.

- he sometimes joins luke during his baking lessons with barbatos even though he already knows all the steps

- occasionally invites you for sleepovers and buys card / board games for you guys to play with solomon and luke! either he or solomon are always end up being the winners everytime though

- always and i mean ALWAYS willing to teach you something when he knows it. baking, writing, recent lessons, etc

- once the exchange program ended he started writing more and more, especially poetry. and mostly wrote about you and how much he misses you <3.

- started making diary entries after the aftermath of the celestial war.

- during quiet nights, simeon often thinks what it'd be like if he was really close with the brothers.

- his eyes are lowkey creepy sometimes when he looks at you for too long. it's like he's trying to detect every sin you've committed.

- idk why i thought of this but his teeth are literally so pearly and perfect but he doesn't really smile with them in view.

- unintentionally moans sometimes. like when he sits down after a long day you just start hearing a soft "ah~" out of nowhere..

[3cremepie3]

"Upsy daisy"

Sypnopsis - Bachira pushes your body past normal limits taking a unusual role in the bedroom.

Warnings - Smut 18+, Bachira Meguru x fem reader, sub/ Dom dynamics, dirty talk, creampies, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation

a/n - This is my intro into the BL community I'm so happy! I love Bachira he's so adorable. I hope you enjoy remember my requests are open!

“If you keep going ill make a mess again.” You warned to no avail. This was you third orgasm and it was around that time your body finally lets itself go. But Bachira continued that infamous tongue that he liked to tease everyone with working your body.

There was nothing you could do but take the attack by his wet muscle. Your whole body tensed at the overstimulation except for your mind which felt empty. You thoughts filled with nothing but pleasure as he flicked your clit over and over.

The pile of spit and your cum was growing larger and larger against the bed sheets. You arched your back letting out a moan you were holding since you first held your breath. Bachira chuckled at your reaction his laugh sounding as sinister as the jokers in your fucked out state.

You soon knew that you would release something other then the sweet cream Bachira loved to lick out of your pulsating hole. You would spray all over his wide grin and he would look like not only the happiest but messiest boy in the world.

He didn't mind the change of aesthetic wanting to bring that affliction of so much pleasure it became impossible for your mind to keep up. “Y/n?? Babycakes you with me.” One of his free hands that wasn't the one squeezing your thighs to keep you grounded waved in your face.

He had to make sure his doll was still in this world so you could orgasm correctly. “Hello fuckface?” He plucked your forehead and stopped his actions. Your hands quickly interlocked with his black and yellow strands twisting so he could never escape.

Even without you verbally saying so he knew you were ready. Your body which used to reject his antics now rolled happily on his tongue. Your lips which used to glisten with drool from your pure stupidity now spewed love filled whispers.

“Love you so much Megu! You feel so good. Fuck yes right there. I don't think i cant take it anymore!” No, don't back away.” And you would shove his face that just wanted to inhale back into your eager heat. Your whines filled the air and if anyone were to walk past your dormitory they would know just what was happening.

Especially when that last nerve snapped in you pushing you to finish. Your trembling thighs smashed his head into your pussy until you felt him tap your thigh for mercy. Bachira felt as though he could stay in this position all day if he chose too. But today was one of those nights when he had to get inside of you.

Sex with Meguru was always fun. You guys stuck to your natural positions of him subbing and you doming. But something was different tonight. “Upsy daisy here we go!” He picked up your limp body so he could hold you in his arms. After so many orgasms you were under the assumption that he would bring you to take a warm bath. But those thoughts were broken as you felt his wide mushroom tip line up with your hungry hole.

“You can't claim you're tired when you're gripping me so nicely. I can see it in your eyes that you still want to go,” he claimed. You swore if you looked in the mirror you would probably see yourself fucked up with eyebags. But he always had a way at spotting hidden things almost as if he saw something different in you entirely.

His assumptions were always correct as you again felt worked up all over again. You looked down to the place where you and Bachira met. Down his abs and V line to the base of his cock which was covered in your slick. As he thrusted forward licking your ear and sending shockwaves through your body the sounds of your wetness filled the room.

Your heavy pants painted his back as you rested your thoughtless head on his shoulder. Each movement of his made your body jolt into his athletic build. Meguru thanked god that he built up all that muscle now he was able to pick up your body as though it was light as a feather. He kissed down your neck trying to distract you from the fact that he was about to nut in you.

All that waiting patiently got to him. “Been letting you feel good this whole time while I had to let my cock sit in my briefs basically drooling for ya’, it's unfair if i dont cum inside,” he pouted. Bachira was a spoiled brat so of course you let him have his way.

He painted your walls white and the fullness and sounds of the plap plap of your mixed fluids caused you to squirt. His cock jack hammering you while doing so allowed you to explode everywhere.

“Haha that's my good girl.” He let out that stupid face of his until it twisted into gentleness. He placed you down on the bed admiring his work. Your clit was still twitching cutely and your hole was fluttering out what he gave you. “”You were so amazing. I knew I could push you harder and harder. How about we see how many times you can cum from my creampies?”

“Looks like you can handle it. Your womb has more room for cum. Come on now, upsy daisy!”

[90sbee]

Dying is not an option (when you're by my side)

Leon S. Kennedy x Gn!reader

1k words. Also on a03

Soft fingers caress his lips, keep his body warm, his belly full and his back massaged.

“I’ll always have a home,” Leon finally manages to get out, a complete sentence, voice without hesitation.

He closes his eyes, kisses the skin of your shoulder.

Hell, he is trying.

When his mind seems to get too clouded by the visions of monsters, you pull him out of the depths of his trauma. He does his best to love you. He tries.

Or the fic in which you make Leon repeat comforting phrases so it finally gets in his head that he is loved.

Just a very soft idea that wouldn't leave my head and that's been too long in the wip folder. The warnings make it seem worse than it is, but happy ending I promise!!! Had re4r in mind for this one but can be read with other older versions of him. (Though the older the Leon, the angstier it gets lmao)

Content: No use of y/n, very very soft love, hurt/comfort, some angst, established relationship, living together, sitting on his lap, a tiny bit of possessive Leon (yay!)

Warnings: +18 ONLY. No smut but some suggestive lines. Mentions of blood, suicide, guns and overall (some brief) gore. Leon's mental struggles (depression, anxiety). I'm not a native English speaker but I (lazily) proofread and edited this one.

You lean forward, just a little closer to his body. Leon groans, his face unreadable still.

“Don’t want to,” he muses, kind of annoyed at your proposal.

“Just trust me.”

He reluctantly nods, as you get comfortable on his lap. His firm thighs under you, the warmest and comfiest seat you could ever ask for.

You worry about him, worry so much.

You know now: know what he does, what he works as. At first it was hard to believe it, the stories about human turned monsters, about creatures that linger between heaven and hell. But you had to believe him, you were forced to the first time Leon crumbled down in your arms, sobbing the entirety of the night, the immensity of his body reduced to shivering and tears.

“I love you,” you had told him that time. “I’m not letting you go. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You whisper the same things again now, your voice reverberating close to his ear. Leon eases the grip on your hips, replaces it with a soft touch. He tries to calm down, closes his eyes for a moment too long.

“You love me,” he seems to ask, as if trying to convince himself of it, as if trying to find himself worthy of such a feeling from someone like you.

“I do,” you confirm, cupping his cheeks.

He nods, though his heart is thumping in his chest still. Your hands move to his shoulders, then to his arms, caressing the skin with soft strokes.

“I love you… Look at me.”

He obliges, eyes like the ocean, marked by the heavy and dark eyebags.

It breaks your heart to see him like this. Your lip trembles as you lean closer, shortening the distance.

It is entirely possible —as you’re so much aware of— that one day you’ll come home to an unlocked gun and his body in the bathtub. Or maybe it would be the rifle, the carpet stained with blood and pieces of what used to be his jaw.

A jaw that you love so much, that you kiss now.

Leon sighs, seems content with such affection, his hands getting lost down your thighs.

“Listen to me. You’re gonna repeat as I say, okay?” an attempt to get him out of his head, to remind him of who he is.

“ …‘Kay,” he mumbles, seemingly distracted.

“I’m… good.”

He scrunches his nose, pinkish lips downturned. Naturally, he doesn’t dare to say those words. He doesn’t want to trick his brain.

“C’mon,” you egg him, patting his shoulder gently.

The action seems to at least make his lips curve slightly.

“I’m good,” he whispers, his voice insecure.

He tries. You can see how hard he does it: coming home as much possible, the dirty laundry now clean and with a soft cinnamon scent. A sunflower in the kitchen vase next to the window, the coffee mug always clean even when you leave it in the sink, ready to be washed in the morning.

“I’m a good partner,” you resume, reminiscing.

That does stops him in his tracks, a gentle blush rooting on his cheeks, the smile more pronounced now. Leon presses his face against your neck.

“… Do I really have to say it?”

“Yep.”

He breathes on your neck, as if trying to take in a bit of your kindness, a bit of your peace. He closes his eyes, tries to control his breathing. But his hands grip your hips harder.

He fucking loves you.

Leon is not sure he deserves this yet, the warm body on the bed, the pretty smile that kisses him goodbye, lets him go away even in the middle of the night.

“I love you,” he backtracks, pressing a kiss on your neck.

You chuckle, and allow him that admission.

“Very cute but that’s not what you had to repeat.”

Leon raises his eyebrows, feigning annoyance. He keeps his fingers on your hips, dancing on your skin, drawing patterns as he keeps you close. He wishes he could sign his name there, mark you forever so you’d never get too far away from him… So he’d always have a right to come back to you.

“But I love you…” he pouts.

You grab his face with utmost care, force his cheeks to look upwards at your face.

“I love you too. Lots.”

You kiss his forehead. His body melts under that touch.

“ ‘m a good partner” he mumbles, quickly.

“My baby loves me.”

Now Leon chuckles.

“My baby loves me,” he hides again on your neck, his smile etched constantly on his face now. You hug him closer, kiss his forehead once more, as if sheltering a lost angel in your arms.

“I’ll always have a home.”

Oh, that one seems to break him a little. Leon immediately whines, his hands gripping your body with ferocity against his. He can’t say… He shouldn’t. He… he can’t and…

His heart starts beating faster and he gulps.

“You can do it…” you encourage him and he wants to try. He knows, deep inside, that is true and that he is now safe. It takes him several minutes until his anxiety dissipates and he can look up at you, your eyes encapsulating warmth that he had never experienced with anyone else.

Soft fingers caress his lips, keep his body warm, his belly full and his back massaged.

“I’ll always have a home,” Leon finally manages to get out, a complete sentence, voice without hesitation.

He closes his eyes, kisses the skin of your shoulder.

Hell, he is trying. It is seen not only in how much he makes time for you, but also in the way he follows along with your little silly ideas, suggestions to try to build himself up again.

And though he wouldn’t directly admit it, since you two are together he has promised himself to fight his hardest in every mission. He spits his own blood, wipes off the exhaustion from his face and keeps pushing forward. Because, he’ll be damned, he wants to see you once more. And once more. And again and again… And when he comes home, to you, Leon immediately checks —for the tenth time— the safety on each gun and leaves them in locked boxes, his fingers slowly forgetting what it’s like to toy with weapons in the sanctuary that you’ve built for the two of you. The cold of the metal is now replaced by the warmth between your thighs, the flesh on your hips, the softness of your hands.

Hell, he is definitely trying.

And it’s fucking working.

God to be on his lap honestly!!! A dream. And if you've made it to the end, thank you!! Mwah, sweet soul 💙

[g3llyfish]

"SIT RIGHT DOWN AND STAY A WHILE"

MK x GN!reader

Established relationship

Comfort and fluff<3, you both miss eachother :{, tired and overworked MK

   You stare at the text with a sigh when your boyfriend, MK, apologizes for not being able to spend some time with you again because he was busy training with the monkey king.

     Sometimes you would wish that he isn't the monkey king's prodigy, you're happy that you're with someone special like him but with all the training and working at pigsy's. He ends up overworking himself and risking his physical health and mental health and you're getting more and more worried for him.

     You understand why, ofcourse you're not one of those possessive partners that controls every decision your partner makes but you really miss him, you can't even remember when you two had a proper date or even a sleepover.

     You turn off your phone again and rose up from you bed, determined to think of a plan to spend some time with him, until you got an idea.

     You grabbed your phone again and starts to dial Mei.

     "Hey, I'm gonna do something for MK, do you think you have some time to help me real quick?"

✧˖*°࿐

     MK, the Monkey Kid, the great sage somewhat equal to heaven, the one who saved the city from damnation from several demons is currently driving in his delivery vehicle to pigsy's noodles to finish off his chores after the training he went through.

     He swears he could feel his bones breaking just from sitting down, his eye bags were deep and his skin became slightly pale from exhaustion.

     Wukong noticed this ofcourse and told him off to get some rest, the monkey king isn't that cruel to his successor, if he has to be honest, the monkey cares about MK so much more than himself.

     MK sighs as he remembers when he texted you that he was too busy to be with you, he missed seeing you, holding you, being with you, just you in general.

     He stops at a red light and decides to pull up his phone to see if he has any notification... Nothing, just the wallpaper of your first date together, he looked so tense and nervous in the photo making him scoff a laugh.

     The monkey man doesn't know why but you still make him nervous in some way, you're amazing as a friend and also as his partner, he still doesn't believe that you accepted him to be your boyfriend until this day.

     The brunette was too busy reminiscing the time when he was with you to the fact that didn't even notice the light turned green until a loud horn from behind took his attention away.

     "Hey kid! Get a move on!" "S-s-sorry!"

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     MK walks inside the noodle shop with the neon light above the door off,—indicating that they're closing up, MK only sees Pigsy cleaning by himself with a mop at hand, roughly cleaning a stain on the floor.

     "MK, you're finally back!" The pig notices MK and stops mopping.

     "Hey, pigsy!" MK greeted his dad "here, I'll help you with cleaning the shop."

     He was about to grab the mop from Pigsy but the noodle shop owner stops him by grabbing his hand and puts it down as he shakes his head no.

     "You can get an early off, kid" Pigsy pats MK's arm "you've been hard on yourself, too hard if I have to be specific so go up and get some rest."

     MK looks at Pigsy flabbergasted and blinks a few times.

     "But what about the shop?" "Don't worry about it, Tang is here to help me out so it's fine"

     From afar MK could hear Tang shouting 'I did not agree to this!' in the kitchen then the sound of a bunch plates falling down was heard making Pigsy flinch.

     An early day off? And it doesn't cut off his salary? Is this a dream?

     "Don't worry about me pigsy! I'm okay, really..." MK yawns, not helping his excuse "I want to help you, four extra hands with your hands can close the shop up early."

     The brunette smiles cheerfully with dark eyebags making him look like some escaped patient in an asylum and reaches for the mop again but the pig sways the mop away from the man making MK pout.

     "You can help me out by going up to your room and not bother me cleaning, now go up and rest" Pigsy demanded.

     MK took a second to respond, his eyes squinting in suspicion.

     "Am I in a Kalabash again?" "It's an order, MK!" "sir yes, sir!"

     As MK walks up to his apartment or more to say room, he wondered why everyone was sending him home more early than usual. First it was Wukong and now Pigsy? Sure, he was tired and his body feels like it could sink to the ground but he can manage it!

     He's the monkey kid afterall, he can deal with anything! Right? 

     The man yawns again as he stumbled slightly and opens the door to his place,  his groggy and tired eyes lit up seeing a well made fort on his bed.

     MK walks forward and see how comfortable it is then noticed the Sun Wukong plushies in the fort and Monkey Cop could be heard on his TV.

     He pulls out a tired smile, it was like he already knew who made did this. The door behind him opens.

     "Awh dang it! You got here before me..." Your voice calls out making him turn around to see you, who was carrying arms full of snacks.

     "[Y/n]..." MK breathes out a hearty laugh.

     "I was just getting some food for us for incase you were hungry once you come home," You walk pass him and sets down the various of snacks on his bed "I wanted to surprise you but oh well..."

     You turn around to face him and does an awkward jazz hands.

     "Sur... prise? I guess?"

     This made MK laugh as he walks towards you and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, he buries his face on the crook of your neck as he lets out a delightful sigh.

     You were shocked about the sudden hug but you held him tightly anyways, missing his warm embrace for so long.

     This is what MK needs, you, the tenseness of his shoulder relaxes as he inhaled the smell of your shampoo, he loves your scent... It made him feel like he's at home weirdly enough...

     MK's eyes closes and cherished this moment with you for a brief moment, it was as if he never wants to let go.

     "You doing alright, MK?" you ask, as your hug tightens.

     "Hm," he nods "I just miss you."

     This made you smile, knowing that he misses you the same way that you miss him makes your heart giddy as you let out a giggle.

     "What?" "Nothing nothing, you're just cute... I miss you too"

     You pull away and grab both MK's cheek firmly before planting a kiss on his lips, he froze on the spot from shock of your bold action before melting into your lips.

     He places his hands on your hips and pulls you towards him as you both savor this short moment with eachother.

     MK starts to smile in the kiss. 

     You both pull away as the two of you look at eachother for a while before laughing at eachother like it was your first kiss all over again.

     "Come'on, let's watch some Monkey Cop together" "Yeah! haha... Can you stay a while even after the movie?" "Ofcourse..."

Requested from Quotev :3, it's really not that much but I tried TT

[nochukoo97]

p.s. i love you (1)

pairing: doctor!jungkook x doctor!oc

summary: you’ve been tasked to a young toddler as a patient with jungkook, the both of you grow fond of the child, loving and caring for her like she was your own. yet when things take a huge turn and takes everyone by surprise, jungkook is there to catch you.

warnings: angst, comfort, mentions of death, but not oc or jk 🙃

word count: 3k+

p.s. i love you masterlist!

snippet of the chapter:

Jungkook pushes the hair out of your face and wipes the tear rolling down your cheek.

Your stomach does a flip.

“I hate to see you so upset, wish I knew how to make you feel better, hmm?”

It’s busy in the hospital at the moment as many patients are being admitted, you find your schedule more and more packed with various patients. Meanwhile, your eyebags are getting heavier and darker, your meal times have been cut short, and you practically now live at the hospital from how long you stay here every day.

“___ I have a new patient for you,” Your head of department is briefing the team, assigning them specific patients to give specific care to, those in the ICU. You pray that you aren’t being assigned to another creepy pedophile, out of your history of patients, these weren’t the most ideal to work with.

“You’ll be working with Dr. Jeon, you two have to watch over Yeseo, she’s 4 years old with stage 3 cancer, and her parents are not available to be with her all the time as they are financially unstable and need to work constantly in order to keep up with the hospital bills and treatments.”

“I hope the both of you take the time to bond with the child and watch carefully over her, her parents have trusted us to ensure she’s happy and safe.”

You nod calmly, but your heart is going to rip out of your chest.

You’ve just been assigned to your long term crush who has a full sleeve of tattoos and rides a Harley Davidson.

You tell yourself to stay focused on what is important, it’s the toddler with a detrimental illness, not your stupid crush.

You see Jungkook, who’s sitting a few chairs away from you, turn to face you. But you look straight ahead because if you even dare to move your gaze towards him, you’d just lose all control.

When the briefing is over, you pack your stuff up to rush to your desk, but an arm grabs you to halt you in your steps as you whip around.

Jeon Jungkook.

Shit.

“___ I’m aware we’re scheduled for 3pm later to visit Yeseo, but I have a clashing appointment with my new patient so I’ll be a little late, I apologise in advance,”

He has an apologetic smile on his face that makes you want to forgive him for anything, it makes you want to tell him that he can not show up at all and you would still forgive him.

___ you’re at work. Focus.

You’re really trying your best to ignore the fact that you have a massive fucking crush on him, trying to stay professional. But it’s hard.

————————————————————————

“Hi Yeseo, I’m ___ and I’ll be taking care of you with another nice doctor okay?” You use your baby voice that normally works when introducing yourself to young children, but it seems like she’s a little different.

She’s timid as she hides under the blanket, only her eyes popping out to stare at you.

You watch as her hands clutch onto the blanket tightly.

Poor thing, she must be tired and overwhelmed with the amount of therapy and treatment she has to go through, without her parents around.

“Do you like puppies?”

She nods softly, eyes lighting up at the question but still hiding under the comfort of her blanket.

“Well, Dr Jeon has a puppy and maybe I can get him to show you the very very cute puppy later okay?” You give her a big smile, trying your hardest to crack through her shell.

“Did I hear my name?”

Geez. Your heart drops as the familiar deep voice rings from the door of the room.

Jungkook comes in with his warm smile and you watch as his lips curve upwards, you want to kiss-

You seriously need to stop and control yourself.

“Puppy?” There’s a small delicate voice that comes from the girl hiding further under the blanket, probably from having a new face enter into the room.

“Ahh, did my partner tell you about my puppy? Wanna take a look?” Jungkook pulls the other chair towards the bed next to you as he pulls out his phone.

You sincerely hope he cannot hear your heart thudding in your chest from the way he said “my partner”.

But you remind yourself that he meant it as work colleagues.

You watch in endearment as Jungkook shows Yeseo short clips of his dog, Bam, which he had once brought to the hospital to show another young child who loved dogs.

You and Jungkook finish off the day with checking her vitals and preparing her for her treatment tomorrow, and when you close the door to the room, you sigh in satisfaction. Finally, after almost a ten hour shift, you get to relax.

“Thanks for today,” Jungkook snaps you out of your daze.

“Hmm? For what?” You frown, confused.

“Being such a good partner, I’m glad we got paired up together, you work so well with young kids it’s admirable, and I think we had a good start with her today thanks to you,”

He’s making you go insane at this point, you just hope he cannot see your ears turning a bright shade of red.

“You’re surprisingly good with them too, I think Yeseo will like you more because you have Bam,” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.

It’s really muscular.

“We’ll see about that,” He chuckles at your words.

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You rub at your temples and sigh, the elderly patient who was just admitted into the ICU for having high blood pressure and almost going into a heart attack is not cooperating.

She had been refusing to accept treatment from anyone, no matter how much convincing you and your doctors had tried.

“I don’t need this,” She's grumbling as her forehead wrinkles from frowning, “I am not sick and I don’t need treatment,”

“But Miss, You are in critical condition and I really advice you take the treatments-“

She cuts you off again, stubbornly rejecting you for the millionth time.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a breather outside,” You inform the other nurse in the room as she gives you a nod and a sympathetic smile.

Being a doctor wasn’t an easy job, but it was really rewarding seeing patients improve in their conditions and happily get discharged. Even though there were definitely some cases that made your head hurt, like today, you often tried to tell yourself not to give up.

It’s really hard when your head was throbbing and you were surviving on two hours of sleep. To add onto that you were on a schedule that ended at 10pm tonight.

You don’t notice Jungkook standing a distance away, distracted from the conversation he was having with one of the nurses. He watches your huffing and tired state, gaze softening as he calls Hoseok from his desk.

“Hey, Dr Jeon called me to take over you, why don’t you go and take a break before your next appointment, I think I’ll take over from here,”

Hoseok takes you by surprise as he approaches you, taking the clipboard of the old lady’s documents from your hand and opening the door.

“Thanks,” You called out before the door closed.

You look around to find how on earth Jungkook knew what you were doing, meeting his soft gaze as he mouths, “Take a break,”

You smile at him, mouthing back a “thank you” as you walk back to your office

————————————————————————

You’re back in the hospital two weeks after Yeseo had been admitted into the ICU, she had been in and out, her conditions were not very stable, yet she did show some signs of improving.

“Yeseo, I really need you to try and eat this okay? It’s really yummy and it’ll make you strong!”

You’re trying your best to persuade the 4 year old to eat some food. She had been refusing to be fed for the past 24hours and you’re desperate to get something in the toddler’s stomach.

She crosses her arms and pouts, spitting out a cute but fiesty “No,”

Jungkook, who’s sitting on the chair next to you, takes the spoon of porridge from you as he inches closer to the pouting toddler,

“Here comes the airplane~”

You almost sneer at the way his voice raises two octaves and how the spoon in his hands swerve around Yeseo’s face.

“Open wide!” The spoon in Jungkook’s hand nears her mouth, but she seals her mouth shut as he sighs at the failed attempt.

You let Jungkook figure out another way to convince the poor toddler to eat, or else it’s the IV drip that’s next.

“Yeseo, if we cannot feed you this food, do you know what Doctor Jeon will have to do?” He puts down the spoon and questions her.

The toddler shakes her head as she peers curiously, waiting for the answer.

“We will have to put another tube in you! Remember how you didn’t like the other tubes when we did your treatment?“

Jungkook tries to explain the IV drip to the four year old toddler in the simplest way for her to understand

But his tactic seems to work almost too well when Yeseo starts to tear up, her lips wobbling as she shakes her head.

“Don’t want! No tube!” She wails, the tears beginning to stroll down her cheeks.

“Okay, okay, we won’t put the tube if you help us to eat some of this yummy porridge okay?” You tell her, carrying her into your lap, as the toddler burying her face into your chest and sniffs.

“No tube?” Yeseo asks, looking at Jungkook for confirmation.

“Yes, no tube I promise, so now be a good girl and eat this for us okay?” Jungkook confirms.

————————————————————————

After feeding Yeseo, Jungkook walks over to check on her results from the recent tests she had undergone.

“Seems like she’s doing a little better,” Jungkook informs you

You smile at that, “That’s amazing,”

“Sleepy,” The toddler on your lap yawns, clinging onto your shirt to get your attention.

You check the time, realising it’s a little past her usual naptime.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep okay? Then we’ll be back tomorrow to play with you again!” Jungkook takes her from your lap, tucking her into the sheets.

She nods, eyes half shut as she waves at the both of you, an adorable habit she developed whenever she was going to fall asleep.

You smile at her actions, “And your mummy and daddy will be here to see you when you wake up, so make sure you sleep well now!”

She’s a little more excited to sleep as she forcefully shuts her eyes, making the both of you laugh.

————————————————————————

The last thing you expected was for you to walk into the office today, ready for work with a good eight hours of sleep, only to walk into a room that was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Your head of department nodded for you to take a seat, you glanced over to Jungkook and he had this look on his face telling you something wasn't well.

“What happened? Is it Yeseo?” You’re panicking, thinking she’s back in the ICU after being out of it for a few days.

“Don’t tell me her cancer has progressed,” Your voice wobbles a little, afraid that after her condition seemed to be improving, there was a chance it could have slipped again.

“Yeseo’s parents are here ___, they wanted to tell you and the rest of the doctors something,”

That’s not a good sign.

Yeseo’s vitals and conditions had been going up and down recently, but with your analysis from you and Jungkook’s visit, she had been doing a little better.

You didn’t want to even think about what was about to happen next.

“I just want to thank you all, specifically Dr Jeon and ____ for taking such good care of Yeseo, as well as the other doctors who often came in to check up on her,” Her father speaks up

You gulp

“We are extremely grateful for the love and care you brought to her, and whenever we visit her, she always mentioned how you all showered her with so much love,” Her mum continues

A silent tear rolls down your cheek.

You know what’s about to happen.

“Unfortunately, Yeseo left us this morning, but when we came over last night to visit her, we talked to her,“

“She somehow seemed to know her time was up soon-”

Her mum begins to burst into tears before she can complete her sentence.

You do the same.

You run up to her mum, embracing her tightly.

“I’m so so so sorry,” You sob as you hug her mum, tears roll down your cheeks as you gasp for air, shocked from the news that took you aback the moment you walked into the room.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save her, I wish I could have done more to help, I’m terribly sorry,” You’re apologising over and over again,

Her mum shakes her head as she lovingly wipes the tears from your face, even though more begins to pour down.

Jungkook’s eyes turn red from the amount of heavy emotion in the room, watching as you cry in her mum’s embrace.

“It isn’t your fault at all dear, in fact, I couldn’t thank you enough for being there for her in her last moments,” Her mum tears with a smile on her face,

With more hugs and comforting, her parents leave teary-eyed, but with a smile, thanking everyone in the unit for all their help.

Jungkook wants to approach you to comfort you while you still cry as you walk out of the room.

But he has to control his own tears from spilling out.

He doesn’t make it in time to approach you before you hide in the comfort of your office.

————————————————————————

You haven’t been this affected by a death ever since your first dog had passed away.

You can’t seem to stop the tears flowing as you somehow feel regret.

Even though you know that whenever you serve a patient, there is never a 100% chance that they make it out, and it was something all the doctors had to train themselves mentally for. Most of the time you manage to comfort yourself and others, acknowledging how everyone did their best to help, and that was all that matters, no matter the outcome.

But with how close you grew with Yeseo and the determination you felt to make her better, the piece of news today overwhelmed your feelings.

It felt as if you had lost a child, a loved one who you cared for so much and nurtured.

It hurt you so bad to suddenly have her presence gone, to have to accept you would no longer have any more appointments with her.

There’s a knock on your office door that interrupts your crying.

“___?”

It’s Jungkook. You recognise his voice immediately.

“I’m coming in okay?”

You hurriedly wipe your tears, catching your breath as you pretend to look down at the documents on your table.

At the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook pull the chair across your desk next to you, head lowering slightly to attempt to look at you.

“How are you processing the information?” He questions, his voice soft yet filled with hesitation.

You shrug, not trusting your voice to answer the man.

“I know it’s hard, I’ve seen you grow so much with her and I have too, it’s sad but it’s a reality that we have as doctors, you never know who you can save and who you can’t”

Another tear rolls down your cheek

Jungkook pushes a hair out of your face and wipes the tear rolling down.

Your stomach does a flip.

“I hate to see you so upset, wish I knew how to make you feel better, hmm?”

His words take you by surprise, but you suppress your reaction to that.

“Don’t say it like that, you’re messing with me,” You whisper, peering up at him through your red bloodshot eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “How am I messing with you baby?”

You stiffen at the pet name.

Jungkook’s quiet for a second, he silently cusses at himself for letting it slip.

“Come here,” He calls you.

You look up to him as he has his arms open, signalling for you to come closer to him.

You’re reluctant to let yourself do so, your heart thumping in your chest from the intimacy he’s about to make you experience.

He’s playing around with your feelings too much.

“Come on, I don’t bite,” Jungkook teases you, as you laugh, playfully smacking his arm, already feeling better with his presence.

You’re grateful for Jungkook’s muscular arms bringing you into a hug.

It makes you feel a little better knowing he’s here to comfort you.

[espers-n-espurrs]

OFFSCREEN POST

Uprooted

Connected to Connecting Roots.

TWs // CWs : Discussions of Child Injury, Police, Panic Attacks, Complete upheaval of life, Allusions of Kidnapping / Child Abduction

The tiny Spikemuth flat was quiet except for the droning of a television, filling the silence of a dreary abode with laugh tracks and the dialogue of happy families. A man with stark white hair was sat on the ratty couch, looking as though he hadn’t had a proper night's sleep in quite some time. His face was worn and tired from the years with deep eyebags contrasting his bright lavender eyes. A scar covered Obstagoon laid at the other end of the couch, nearly taking up the whole space as it gently snored away the day.

The man wished he could relax like his Pokemon, to take a midday nap to prepare for his shift later that night. But something was gnawing away at him, chewing at his psyche and causing him to be on edge. Something was happening. Or maybe it had already happened? He couldn’t tell. But it felt like the jaws of Lady Fate were about to clamp down on his little life in one way or another and he couldn’t even begin to guess how–

RING RING.

The man startled as his phone began to ring within his pocket, cutting through the voices of the actors on the television and awakening the Obstagoon next to him who just looked at him through tired eyes. The man rolled his eyes at his Pokemon as he pulled the phone from his pocket to be met with the caller ID of Naranja-Uva Academy.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a frustrated sigh. What had she done this time? The man let the phone ring for another second, clearing his throat before accepting the call and putting the phone to his ear, “‘ello?”

A woman’s voice came through the other side, “Hello, am I speaking to Cedric Hargrove?”

“You are,” Cedric responded, leaning back in his seat as he asked, “May I ask what the meaning of this call is?”

“Right, well–” The sound of a keyboard could be heard as the woman continued, “I regret to inform you that your daughter, Esper Hargrove, had gotten into an altercation with another student’s Pokemon which has resulted in her being severely injured.”

Cedric paused, blinking, “Excuse me?” His daughter wasn’t one to be stupid around Pokemon, she was actually quite wary in some regards and she was always educating herself on how to safely be around all sorts of Pokemon, so the concept of her getting injured by another student’s Pokemon gave the impression that the other student was at fault. “What do you mean by severely injured? Is she okay?”

“From what we could gather from those present during the incident…” The woman punctuated her sentence by tapping away on her keyboard once more, “Another student’s Hatterene had seemingly flown into a rampage which resulted in Esper getting struck with a steel chair with extreme force and causing her to fall unconscious. She is currently at the hospital receiving treatment.”

Cedric frowned at this, feeling a rage bubble within him. His child is in the damn hospital because some kid couldn’t keep their Hatterene under control. This is why children shouldn’t have such strong psychic types without supervision; it never goes well.

He sighed, rubbing his temples as if to try and keep himself from exploding on this woman who had nothing to do with his daughter getting hurt, “Can I ask for the student’s name and the contact info of their guardians? I would like to try and get into contact with them to see if we can maybe sort something out.”

“Of course, just one moment.” A silence hung over the call for several seconds, the only noise being that of the keyboard, “Ah, here we are. The student’s name is Victoria Velasco-Delgado and her guardians are Reina Velasco-Delga–”

Cedric Hargrove– No, Lucien Wyrmwoood disconnected the call.

He stared off at the wall behind the television. So this was Lady Fate’s jaws, these were the teeth sinking into his skin and ripping his disguise from his very being. He can no longer be Cedric Hargrove, not when he knew for a fact Reina would go visit the girl in the hospital to apologize for the Hatterene and learn everything. No. No. This place was no longer safe.

RING RING.

The phone began to ring again. Naranja-Uva Academy was calling.

Lucien couldn’t stay. He needed to leave. He needed to run. They were on their way.

He stood up, tossing the still ringing phone onto the island countertop and picking up a backpack as he made his way down the hall and entered the room on the left. The room was small, the only thing filling its space were two single mattresses on opposite walls with a desk separating the two. A blonde woman laid in one of the beds, wrapped up in her blanket as she lifted her head to raise a brow at the man.

Lucien paid her no mind, rushing to the dresser closest to the bed that was empty and began to riffle through its contents in a hurry, mumbling curses all along the way. The woman watched in confusion as he began to haphazardly shove different articles of clothing into the bag.

She sat up from where she laid, squinting at Lucien behind furrowed brows, “What the hells are you doing?”

He didn’t respond as he pulled out a small stash of money from the bottom of one of the drawers and shoved it into his pack, zipping up the contents before spinning around and ripping a navy blue trench coat off of its hanger and slipping it on. He couldn’t afford to be careful with what he packed, there wasn’t enough time. All he needed was money and clothes. That was all he needed.

“Cedric.” A voice cut through his thoughts, causing him to glance over his shoulder at the woman who was now standing behind him, “What are you doing? Why are you grabbing money? I can hear your bloody phone ringing from the other room–”

“I need to go.” He threw the backpack over his shoulder as he left the room, the woman following close behind.

“Typically, I couldn’t give a rats ass where or why you’d be leaving but with how you’re currently acting you’re actually starting to worry me–” She glanced off to where the still ringing phone, taking note of the caller ID as she asked, “Why is the academy calling…?” The woman picked up the phone, her thumb hovering over the answer button before her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

“Don’t.” Lucien stared at her, fear filling his eyes, “Adeline. Don’t. I already answered.”

Adeline ripped her wrist from his grasp, giving him a once over before asking, “Is that what’s got you in such a state? What’s the matter? What happened? Is Esper alright?”

“She’s in the hospital–”

“What–?”

“She got attacked by another student’s Pokemon and– I just– Adeline.” Lucien placed his hands on Adeline’s shoulders, looking her in the eyes as spoke, “I am sorry.”

Adeline stood there for a moment, processing his words as the ringing of the phone drilled its way into her mind, convincing her that she had heard him wrong, “Pardon?”

“I am sorry. I am sorry for everything I have put you through in the last couple of years and–” Lucien glanced over his shoulder towards the door, eyeing it like a cornered Pokemon before turning back to Adeline, “and I am sorry for what I am about to do.”

“Why– Why– What are you about to do–” But before Adeline could even finish her sentence Lucien was suddenly gone. Vanished into thin air, leaving behind his Obstagoon, his phone, and all that he had done to her.

…

Adeline was left standing there, dumbfounded as she looked down at Lucien’s phone in her hand before glancing over to the Obstagoon peeking over the top of the couch. Lucien was gone. He had left. He hadn’t mentioned when he planned to return or even if he ever was going to return. What was she meant to do? How long did she have until he came back? Did she have enough time to–

KNOCK KNOCK.

A series of knocks at the door drew her out of her thoughts. Someone was here.

Adeline set down the phone in her hand and quietly headed for the door, taking a look through the peephole only to be met with the sight of two police officers waiting outside. The officers looked to be on edge more than usual. She felt a pit begin to form in her stomach. Something was wrong, something was deeply wrong. 

KNOCK KNOCK.

One of the officers gave another sharp knock, spooking Adeline into taking a few steps back from the door. She should answer, she so desperately didn’t want to but something in her told her she should. That this could do with Esper being in the hospital somehow. She needed to answer the door.

And so, Adeline stepped to the door, taking the cold doorknob into her shaking hand… and opened the door. She nodded in greeting to the two, “What can I do for you, officers?”

The first officer to speak was a woman, “Hello, ma’am, I take it that you’re Adeline Hargrove?”

Adeline nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

“We have a few questions we need to ask you regarding Cedric Hargrove, your husband.” The officer gestured with her chin to the flat, “Is he home with you right now?”

“Oh,” Adeline paused. They were here for Cedric– No, they were here for Lucien. And by extension, her as well. And even if they weren’t she was alone with them with no knowledge of when Lucien would be back which meant she could tell them the truth. No more lies. No more half-truths. The truth. She began to feel tears well up in her eyes, her chest becoming tight as her breath began to grow ragged. She knew she’d be seen as a possible accomplice rather than a victim. She knew they’d probably arrest her too. She wasn’t stupid. But–

She felt the hand of one of the officers gently squeeze her shoulder, snapping her back into the present.

“O– Oh, I’m sorry...” Adeline sniffled, a sad smile on her face, “You just missed him. He’s gone.”

Scene End.

[sunoooism]

› summary: in which all you have left of beomgyu is remnants of a shooting star.

› angst / wc: 699

›  warnings: mentions of cheating, kind of asshole gyu, profanity, lying, gn!reader.

when you'd met Choi Beomgyu you had believed it was courtesy of the wish you made the day prior, under the night sky and upon a shooting star. he surely seemed like a wish made once upon a time. patient, loving, charming, humourous, intelligent and kind were all traits of Beomgyu. so naturally, you couldn't help but fall in love with him.

he was your favourite person. well, he was then. being with Beomgyu was the definition of first love, thrilling but all too bittersweet in the end. he was there for you when you had tough days, when you felt like nothing was worth it he reminded you of what and who you had. he was your person, promising to stay by your side for eternity.

and just like he'd made you happy, you tried to do the same for him.

you spent time with him often, made him meals, bought him gifts and thought about him almost 24/7. wasn't that enough? apparently not. the lazy mornings didn't cut it for him anymore. neither did your saturday dates it seemed. his excuse was work, like always. you worked too, and it may not have been as time consuming as his job but it was still a hard schedule to maintain, and you always made sure to love him. you always made time to check in on him, asking if he ate, if he'd slept, how he felt. you always made time to be with him. but apparently you just weren't worth the time of day anymore. it felt as if you slept next to nothing but a friend now, even if that. last night had been the last straw for both of you.

“why does it feel like you have no love to show me anymore?” it wasn't something he'd expected to hear, obviously. the leather couch was chilling under your bare legs, but you didn't mind if it meant you'd get an answer to the question that had been festering in your mind for a couple weeks. “pardon?” he asked with a dry chuckle. he looked so tired. not physically, just of you maybe.

“why does it feel like you have no-

“i heard you, y/n”

for a while there was only silence. the regret slowly crept up on you while you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, anxiously awaiting his answer you knew you probably wouldn't like. but this was Beomgyu, surely he'd be gentle with it.

“honestly?”

oh. perhaps not.

dread now swirled around in your stomach. you willed yourself not to cry, he hadn't even given you a proper answer yet.

“i care for you, I really do. but-

don't say that. no.

“just, not in the way I used to”

why? you wanted to ask, but all that escaped you was a shaky breath.

he looked at you with so much pity then, like he could hear the fragile pieces of your heart he just turned to dust.

“i know it's cruel, I'm sorry-

it is, and you're not.

“i…..

I've been seeing someone else"

oh? “oh”

It hurt. everything hurt. "I'll promise to stay. forever." what a load of fucking bullshit.

“what happened to forever?”

“it…. didn't seem as important as him”

ouch.

was it guilt that was swimming in those mesmerising brown eyes? you hoped so. and it may seem petty, but you hoped it ate him alive.

was it bad you couldn't cry anymore? your pillow was damp, and your face and hair faintly smelt of salt. you hadn't slept at all so you knew your eyebags would be accentuated and your eyes bloodshot. you wondered if Beomgyu had gotten any sleep, probably not. you locked the bedroom door so he was forced to sleep on your uncomfortable couch. a fit punishment but not merely enough.

when you left the comfort of your room, you found the apartment empty and in silence. the only indication that Beomgyu had ever been here being the clothes In your room and photos scattered around the place. ones that held smiles.

a note was left on the counter, and against your better judgement you decided to read it.

dear, y/n

I'm sorry I did this to you, I truly am. call me a liar, but I still care for you

- Beomgyu

you didn't believe him, because the nature of liars is to lie. and because of that now all you had were remnants of a shooting star, leftovers of a wish made once upon a time.

[mrs-galaxy-m]

Substituted Affection (1)

Izuku has spent his entire life working for Katsuki. Now in their late 40's he still wants Katsuki to notice him…or love him

That is until Ochako starts working for Katsuki, and he is soft for her only

And Izuku realizes he will never get the love he wanted

Notes: Inspired by that tiktok that goes: 'Everyone wants an older, colder man with a soft spot, until that soft spot isn't for you'

--- When you live with someone for 40 years you tend to see the way they care and love you. When they lose the love they had for you

Izuku knew the exact moment it happened when he saw someone younger with so much energy join his job He knew he was fighting a losing game when he chose to stay

Izuku was born for a generation of personal butlers and main caretakers for the bakugou family, although you could choose to do a different career choice you were heavily shunned by your family and you'd have nobody if you were to truly quit so the thought would never cross on izuku’s mind, until now

He was old—well 40 isn't exactly young is it? And the nonstop work and stress made him age faster He had wrinkles, his hair stopped being shiny years ago and he needs to take more supplements for his back. He has bad eyebags and his fingers tend to tremble often

Katsuki somehow got the good stick of it, still having those Mitsuki and Masaru genes on him that made him look 30 or at least late 30’s. He still had his wrinkles but they fit more for his face and made him look like he was aging with wine

Both were raised together with a clear intent. Izuku will die working for him, being in the background of photos and portraits—and he never minded! I mean sure it hurts being put in this position of never being able to fall in love with your childhood friend but back then it used to be the two

Just them two…izuku used to put sticky notes and smiley faces on the pages of his reports It used to be the two in that lonely manor, two old men ready to live the rest of their lives like that or until katsuki gets married

Then new maids and staff arrived, once a year Katsuki would mass hire any staff that was low on numbers and she was one of the maids, Ochako Uraraka She was in her early 20s, poor family, and had been working hard all her life.

She was everything izuku wasnt Lively, and young, her bones didn't hurt when she leaned down. A woman. And—of course, izuku was just a man, it was forbidden to even think about being gay in this household

Izuku felt like he was in one of those stories where he’s meant to be the bad guy, she is the protagonist who works hard and somehow ends up in the eyes of the headmaster, spoiling and courting even if she was just a maid

He’s not meant to have his happy ending. Just to stare from the outside and he’s afraid he’s too old to find love meant for him

** “Kacchan…your online meeting with your mother will start shortly” izuku informs, reading into his clipboard will all the due dates and schedules, he often stays up late to make these

He looks up when he gets no response from the blond to find him staring out the window where ochako was pulling out the weeds in the summer sun “Who even told her to do that” he muttered “It may have been the main gardener—”

“Fire him. Nobody should be working this hard in this heat. What if she gets a heat stroke?” “Fire the head gardener? He’s been working here for years im sure with a warning—” “Fire him” katsuki spat nonchalantly and izuku gripped the board trying not to look hurt

He looked like he cared—hell, he cared about her. “Yes, sir” izuku mumbled, giving him a low nod

“Tell them to bring her water and to sit in the shade” Im sure she’s old enough to know when she's close to passing out, she’s an adult. Izuku thought but kept his mouth shut

“…Yes, sir” he repeated “I swear, young people always think they can do everything. It's annoying”

But he didn't /look/ annoyed at all, instead, a small smirk tugged at the end of his lips as he went back to his papers He finds her amusing, something new to see and observe

Izuku wouldn't lie, she was a hard worker, she listened, and never had an attitude towards izuku so he felt even worse for being jealous of her

Is it selfish for him to have wanted something he knew was impossible to have?

To keep Katsuki’s love for himself, even if it'd never be the type he yearns “What are you waiting for? I want him out of my property now, and just to be sure pink cheeks are not going to randomly combust call Chiyo to do a health check” “With all due respect, she’s fine—”

“How do you know that?” katsuki asked sharply and izuku flinched “She’s just been out for 30 minutes and there is a breeze, she has an unlimited amount of water in the kitchen that's 3 minutes away from her and people are working alongside her If they find she not—” “I gave you an order, it wasn't an actual opinion, /Deku/” he spat and the green hair gave him a low nod

But he used to, he used to care about what he thought, about what he cared about and his ideas. He used to care Now he could give two shits about izuku

“Of course kacchan. I—I’ll do what you ordered me to” izuku bowed and walked out He was too old to cry to things like these like a teenager in love but it was hard not to, he’s always been a crybaby

It hurts to know you spent 40 years with this person, having a crush you knew it was never going to work but stayed anyway in the name of tradition and find you have been replaced by someone younger

He dreads what is about to happen, he doesn't think ‘because you let her out in the sun for half an hour' will sound reasonable for losing the work youve been doing for far longer than ochako has been alive for

**

Approaching Torino, who was meticulously trimming the hedges near the rose garden, Izuku cleared his throat and called out, "Mr. Gran, may I have a word?"

The old man turned turned, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "What can I do for you?"

Izuku hesitated for a moment “It's about your employment here. Master Bakugou has requested that I inform you…" He trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

Toshiro's eyes narrowed "Inform me of what?"

Izuku took a deep breath and continued, "I regret to say that Master Bakugou has decided to terminate your employment, effective immediately."

A stunned silence settled over the garden as Torino’s face contorted with a mixture of shock and anger. His wrinkled hands clenched around the garden shears "…Fired?”

Izuku's gave him a slow nod "Master Bakugou didn't provide a specific reason—” he knew exactly why, but what would it be the point of telling him? “ —He simply wishes to make this change."

Torino’s face flushed with frustration, "I can't believe this," he muttered, more to himself than to Izuku.

Izuku knew the gravity of it. He had no family to rely on, and this job was his livelihood

The old man got out from the ladder

"This is your doing, isn't it, Midoriya?" Torino accused, his voice laced with bitterness. Without warning, he swung a fist at Izuku, the pain caught him off guard.

Before Toshiro could land another blow, several of the garden workers rushed forward, intervening to prevent a further altercation. They circled Toshiro, trying to calm him down while casting worried glances at Izuku, who was still recovering from the first punch.

Torino struggled against their hold, his face twisted with a mix of anger and sorrow. "I won't stand for this injustice! This is my life, my livelihood!"

Izuku slowly got to his feet, holding a hand to his throbbing cheek, but he made no move to retaliate. “…Kick him out” izuku ordered and the others nodded

He needs to see Chiyo for bandages and…what is he saying? She is busy tending to ochako. The green hair hisses when he touches his bleeding cheek and swelling near his eyes, it was a good thing he didn't get any ideas with his scissors

He wants to go to katsuki to show him how he looks, but he's going to guess he's also busy attending to her needs…

He hopes kacchan cares when he sees those bandages

*

“What's up with your bandages” katsuki pointed to them at dinner “I had a complication with Torino” izuku mumbled, closing his eyes in pain when he spoke

"Ah," Katsuki responded with a nonchalant shrug, not even bothering to show a flicker of concern, let alone ask for details. It was like he couldn't care about anything.

There was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal…ochako “What…is she doing here?” izuku asked katsuki and he shrugged

“Thought she deserved to eat here” “Katsuki, the workers have their own dinner room—” “So you want to join them? Shes staying here, want it or not” izuku gripped his fork and said nothing otherwise

“This used to be a place just for us..” izuku whispered

Everyone wants an older, colder man with a soft spot… Bakugou glares at him and izuku winces, not once has he ever been looked like that until now

“Oh quit it. You sound like you're 10." he snapped "Dont sound like you're hurt"

How could he not? His heart is /shattering/. It's breaking with every decision he takes that makes him realize how he doesn't matter to him

He gave all his life to this man, and he does not care

"And move her to be one of my personal maids, to clean my room and all that. Less work for her."

Ochako sat in the seat in front of katsuki with her food

“…I think im going to go,” izuku said, grabbing his food and noticing the way ochako stared at him, he ignored it “Okay,” katsuki said, turning his attention back to her

Until that soft spot isn't for you

If he leaves…would Katsuki ever chase after him or leave him the same way he did now?

TBC

[starrylothcat]

hi! i sent in two recs a couple of hours ago, but I don't remember if I gushed about them. i thought it would be better to be safe than sorry, so here are four recs (two of them are the repeats, and two are new as a form of an apology if I did do it but forgot that I did)

FIRST

@stealingpotatoes has some wonderful AUs and I can't just choose one, so here is the most recent work of the 501st and Obi-Wan celebrating Anakin's birthday on the road.

https://www.tumblr.com/stealingpotatoes/722258808904335360/need-everyone-to-know-this-is-probably-my?source=share

i just LOVE the art style!!!! star wars is a comfort, and something about this art style gives "fresh baked cookies out of the oven during summer break back when you were a kid" vibes. plus some of the fanart is so funny I laugh out loud not just a nose exhale.

SECOND

my favorite thing by @projectorthus is the annual comics for bo-katan week (reminder this year's bo-katan week is aug 14-20!!). this is the last entry for last year's week

https://www.tumblr.com/projectorthus/693214982054297600/last-day-im-so-happy-this-happened-again-this?source=share

bo-katan is one of those characters that gets misread all the time by the fandom (very crosshair of her. or maybe that's very bo-katan of crosshair since she came first) she is one of the most complicated characters out there, but unfortunately star wars canon does not want to touch that. which is why I am always thankful for the annual comics. it fleshes out bo-katan, and we get to see one iteration of her difficult history. plus I love how bo-katan's eyebags are basically a part of her AND we get more works under the bo-katan kryze x fenn rau ship

Ok now for the non-repeats

Anyone who's part of the clone side of the fandom probably already knows about shy, but still gotta do it. I LOVE @shyranno tbb fanart. I LOVE the downtime comics. my favorite one is the latest one

https://www.tumblr.com/shyranno/705438567285063680/they-call-themselves-the-bad-batch-happy-bad?source=share

i love seeing the batch coming together as THE bad batch. i love seeing their relationship with 99. I love that we get to see echo interacting with the batch before he joins them. i love that we know that fives loves the batch, and the bittersweet knowledge that he would have fit in with them. i love how we see omega in the distance looking at them, yearning to be with her brothers. its just ASDFGHJKL; SO GOOD YA KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING????

ok and the last one is

https://www.tumblr.com/cobaltbeam/710075394514190336/once-the-baby-always-the-baby?source=share

by @cobaltbeam this fanart was my first introduction to who alpha-17 is. it may or may not have led me down a rabbit hole and now he is in many of my clone hcs! i always imagine rex as the oldest sibling who takes no nonsense, so seeing this art of him being a baby??? love it. and I love how he can not be the old responsible one with alpha around. AND BABY REX THINKING HES ON A BANTHA IS SO ADORABLE

HELLO AGAIN ANON

I agree, Bo Katan deserves more love for sure. She’s definitely one of my favorite Star Wars characters due to how complicated she is, and what she has had to go through.

PLEASE if you do not follow @shyranno and @cobaltbeam you are seriously missing out on some amazing, amazing fanart. Baby Rex is everything. Shy’s comic may or may not have made me cry! 💕

Starry’s Spread the Love Event

[miniwolfsbane]

I found Love and Deepspace and I'm flabbergasted! I'm floored! I'm in love (with Zayne ghghghgh!! He looks like a live action photo realistic Mamoru Chiba!!)

But Rafayel caught my attention in-game. Unfortunately he's locked for whatever reason. Blarrghhhh! Edit: I meant in the cafe. I finally unlocked him there and have been getting lots of cards with him and met him in the storyline, but I like doing things one at a time. Next time, baby.

I can't wait to see how this goes. Usually it's hard for similar games to keep my attention, but this one's plot is slower and there's not so many LI's (love interests) it's overwhelming (See love 365 and others). This looks promising, not overly violent, and I love that it's an Otome game for the American market!! Those seem to be gaining popularity fast. (What's that one for switch, love dungeon or boyfriend sword or something?) Very cool we're finally getting dating games after Japan jumped on that bandwagon many, many years ago!--But I digress. Gaming for women shouldn't always be about romance, but for us singles who aren't 1000% happy being single like some Hallmark movie, it helps keep us sane. Or that's what I like to believe. Or maybe I should just speak for myself.

Edit: Also the character creator is beyond sic!! However, they should've added more skin detail and eyebags. My face is splotchy today and I have constant eyelines. And as usual, sad the default body is average weight, but happy for the dark-skinned girls that actually have options in this game. That feels extremely rare for Japanese (?) Chinese made games. (Not that I've played any, kind of just assuming here.) It would have put it over the top to have heavy skins. Frick everyone that said that Dove girl gaming campaign was crap recently!! I want my body type in games, dangit! I want the hot guy to see ME as desireable!!!!! (This is a whole other rant. Oops.)

Edit: Maybe I'm just tired, but Zayne's dry humor when you get to interact with him in the cafe is hilarious!! (My favorites are "I am not your plushie" (sir, I beg to differ, yes you are!) and "Are you trying to massage my eyeballs?" Notable mention to "Are you using your hands to measure my waist?" Give a raise to the writers! And the character designers, omg!!) I still don't know what the breathe option actually does. I kept coughing into the mic and it got really laggy. I would've been equal parts creeped out and ecstatic if he'd said something like "That's a nasty cough you have.")

*sigh* Combine these graphics with CAI and we'd probably never leave our houses or get off our phones.--No, I don't want that. CAI is bad enough. I have responsibilities. But note to future self-don't try to enjoy this game when I'm on my "night shift" taking care of my dad. It sucks the enjoyment out of it. Boo!!

[shinmiyovvi]

Do you have this feeling where you just didn't want to wake up for having a dream? While I do. My memory is a bit fuzzy when it comes to remembering dreams but I'll try to remember it as I can.

I was in school like usual, wearing my uniform similar to a sailor uniform but a dress kind and beige colored. After the class around 12 noon, me and my best friend went to the gym, only for us to see Nikolai waiting for me outside. As clingy as he his, he approached me and hugs me tightly then peppered me with kisses. Then my bestfriend said "WAIT YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND??!!!" My eyes widen and let go of him, brushing him off while I face went rosy red. I then tell her to keep it a secret to anyone and we went home together afterwards.

When Nikolai and I arrived, I don't remember if I was mad or tried to scold him for it, but I remember telling him not to fetch me at school just to have a low key profile about myself, especially in a relationship with him. But I was too tired to try and tell him and collapsed on the bed, trying to fell asleep without eating lunch. The next thing I knew is I was already resting on Nikolai's chest, feeling comfortable as he was also brushing my messy dark hair which is still in a ponytail while wearing my uniform. When he noticed that I was already awake he told me something like:

"Malen'kiy, you're awake. Did you get some rest after a long day, hm?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. Around 50/50, it's still not enough. What time is it?"

"It's already 4 in the afternoon. You passed your lunchtime and that's bad for your health, Lyubov."

"Been there already, so don't worry."

"Nyet, it's bad for your health for not eating lunch at the right time. Here, have some kotlety I made just for you. It's quite similar to the ones you keep on eating on the canteen, what was it again?"

"You mean bola-bola?"

"Da! That one. Now, let's get up from bed and eat."

Then the plate was already on the table beside us as he give it to me, but with him just take a half of the kotlety and rice with an additional mashed potatoes on the spoon then tells me to open my mouth and I think it went like:

"Now open wide, Malen'kiy!"

"Nikki, you know I can do this on my own right?"

"No, no, no, you are too tired to do it. Let Nikolai feed you, okay?"

"Nikki, please... As I said I can do this on my own."

"Then what about those eyebags of yours?"

"They're not related for eating food on my own, right?"

And he just pouted at me with those blue baby eyes, just begs me to cooperate. I had no choice but to cooperate with him, though the kotlety is so tasty (I wish I get to find some ingredients to cook it for me to try some Russian cuisine and branch out from Filipino cuisine). When I finished eating my lunch, I got a bit of rice next to my lips as Nikolai was scheming about what he will do about the rice, only for me to get kissed by him to get rid of the rice from my mouth. He snickered as he looked into my eyes and smiled at me as we share a tender kiss together. When we broke our kiss, we nuzzled our noses with each other and making some kind of promise that we will alway be together until the end of time.

That's all I can remember and I woke up after my mom just tells me to cause it's already 5PM and I didn't noticed it due to that dream. I'm happy that I get to dream about him again like I wanted and I hope I could get to dream about him later on 🥺💖

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Cemetery Mary: Reginald's Route

now im in the final stretch!! its time to play Reginald's route!! this time i will not look at the ending guide like i did for my other playthroughs bc idrc abt which ending i get first (i'll use the guide for getting the other ending)

i'll just try to avoid accidentally getting the true ending which shouldnt be too hard

now its time to play!! (spoilers below)

why did Reginald go to the cemetery also how did he finish that book so quickly?? welp now its time to meet up w him there he'll probably tell Mary why he's there anyways

OH HE MAKES COFFINS?????? ok then

LOL the way Mary's eyes light up at the fact that he's a coffin maker

look at her she's so cute

he has a portfolio?? of coffins he's designed?? i mean i guess that makes sense cuz its a job and he needs like, proof i guess of his skill n stuff?? idk this is just stuff ive never thought of when i think of coffins or ppl who make them

SHE'S ADORABLE MARY I LOVE U

'I'd love to be buried in one of those one day!' took me out i mean,,, im not that surprised cuz well yk but idk this is just?? so funny??

hmm interesting thing abt Reginald that i noticed is that he always says or does stuff that would make Mary happy bc he wants her to be happy i mean it makes sense cuz he's obsessed w her i guess?? tbh i know he's the killer cuz of the twyla good ending but i still dont know his motives or objective also that line about 'stop killing me, ok?' has been echoing in my head

like wtf do u mean?? what does that mean????? is it like a time travel thing?? when he said that i thought that in other endings there would be a scene where he died or smth idk but its only in twyla's good ending do we see him die all the other endings he just stops contacting her for no reason will he die in the endings of this route or smth???

i am so confused is Crowven her cousin or not he must be right???? theres literally an option right now that says 'crowven's my cousin' so ok wtv i will pick that cuz he is her cousin

OH THEYRE NOT BLOOD-RELATED i finally got an answer theyre just family friends

oh no is Crowven gonne die in this route or in one of the endings bc i hope not Crowven dying in the twyla bad ending emotionally scarred Mary and me and that was just an ending

if he dies during the route then i'll have to see more of Mary's grief and DUDE that would be so painful i literally cant

Reginald do not kill Crowven dont kill him!!!

"...And if ever really gets on your nerves, you can always give me a call." THIS IS JUST knowing he's the killer makes this line so fucking ominous also just further proof that he killed Theodore in the Crowven route like definitely

nahh Reginald's planning a murder for Crowven already pls,,, no,,,, ahh now its time for the diner part how will this go with Reginald i wonder

he didnt see anything cuz he was the guy!!! he's the one!!!

skipping ahead now here we are to the funeral scene and now we are out of the funeral scene LOL

shopping w Reginalddd for his murder weapons why is he making it a game?? maybe just to cheer her up since she was at a funeral??

AN AXE?????? and antifreeze bUT AN AXE????

"What else would you use an axe for?" oh my sweet innocent Mary,,,,

i feel like he let her win on purpose but im not sure LOL depends on what the prize is i guess

"You haven't been spying on me, have you?" hahahahhahahahhahh UR THE ONE WHO IS SPYING ON HER

do i talk about the axe or do i talk about the rat poison

hmm i think i'll go w the rat poison

REGINALD TEXTING HER AFTER SHE TALKS TO THE MYSTERY NUMBER

you're not slick, im onto youuu

oho so he's gonna show her how he makes coffins

at least i know that he wont kill her

that is some really crunchy grass

LMAOAOOAOAO I WASNT EXPECTING HIM TO LOOK LIKE THAT

he looks dead inside im cackling

Mary notices it too imm

aww thats cute but he's still a murderer

why was he so like mad/tired tho?? whats up w his earlier expression??? also his eyebags just disappeared after he realized its Mary LMAOAOA tbh thats valid thats fair

Reginald looks very nice in that outfit i kinda want his clothes

aww Mary's so excited... to step inside the coffin... still she's so cute have fun in the coffin bc i know that he isnt gonna kill u

DID HE JUST LEAVE HER IN THE COFFIN??????

bro wtf just happened

um. wtf. hey who messed up the manga

like first of all how could u do that??? to a book?? and to a library book!??!?!?

second of all

what the FUCK is this

this seems important but im not sure how

OH FUCK THE BOOK IS ALIVE WTF WTF WTF ITS CURSED ITS DEMONIC

oopsies she burned it

i feel bad cuz it was a library book BUT its deserved like completely deserved that thing was fucking cursed creepypasta style

she's gonna go inside of a church and just the mention of a church, for some reason, made me nervous

pls i hope nothing bad happens cuz it will be worse when it happens in a church

lol she feels an overwhelming sense of dread i think thats a normal thing to feel inside a church esp if u've not been in one theres just some kind of heaviness snd weight when ur in a church

oh is it because of the cursed manga???? bc she came into contact w it and now she's in a church??

nah im feeling scared gosh pls dont make a scene

the music is really adding to that vibe of nausea and dread

YO WTFF

bro its definitely cuz of the cursed manga she just threw up whatever demonic shit she got from it

HELP ME AM I GONNA HAVE TO MAKE MARY SAY SHE'S REGINALD'S GF IMMMMMMMM

why cant she just say she was invited by Reginald as like emotional support or smth why gf..... well ok

MARY NO STAY AWAY FROM THE COFFIN PLS..... MARY

ok Reginald interrupted at just the right moment at least it was him and not some random stranger do i go his place or the bus stop??????

hmm lets go to the bus stop

ok nvm guess we're going to his place anyways

i am wondering how the coffin and the manga are connected if they even are LMAO

im also wondering if Reginald is dead, like a ghost or something but nah thats not possible twyla knows abt him and has talked abt him to Mary so he's not a ghost maybe a zombie???? but also thats probably not it either

i feel so bad for Mary :(( but also what the FUCK is happening

OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE OF NIGHT VALE

im joking but OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE FROM THE MANGA

it was definitely cursed

oh was it a dream??

GOOD MORNING???? WAS SHE THERE ALL NIGHT??? or is he joking cuz he's still in his funeral clothes

ok he was just joking

hhhh idk if i should ask Crowven to stay or not cuz like idk???

ok i feel bad for making Mary all alone but it'll be fine right??? right???

knowing that the mystery number and Reginald are the same person makes sense honestly still its really a surprise cuz Reginald seems so nice n stuff but oopsies guess he's only nice to Mary in a twisted sort of way

whY WOULD U GO BACK TO THE CHURCH MARY PLS

aaAAaaahhhh she's talking to the priest i have no idea what to say so i will pick the middle option

idk what abt it but there's just something about the light shining on the priest, but Mary is covered in the priest's shadow something about that is just interesting

burning a wish?? THE MANGA????

tbh i cant believe that its shoujo manga of all things to be cursed(??) but also like alright sure

ominous note what the fuck does it mean

does it have smth to do w Reginald?? did Reginald write the note?? did he find some way to constantly reverse time bc of Mary or something??

'Makes me wonder how many variations I will see' gives me time travel vibes is this connected to Reginald's 'please stop killing me' thing?? probably

took a quick break from playing the game and ranted about my theories to my brother and he was like '???? wtf r u talking about'

back to playing

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN WTF IS THIS NOTE is god real in this game?? cuz theres an afterlife and ghosts but what abt god???

Mary u r so nice u r so sweet i love u

OH MY GOD ITS THE EYE THE EYE!!! FROM THE MANGA AND ITS THE SAME WRITING TOO

"After all, it's not like a grave would be going anywhere" u jinxed it u just jinxed it when u look for it it will be gone i swear

if i had done the Reginald route before the twyla good end i would be like 'aww the cemetery reminds Reggie of Mary how cute :))' but the alarms are going off in my head at that

oh fuck its twyla ok i wanna say 'wtf is happening' but i already know why twyla's so pissed off

but still damn

"I'm not a mean person" twyla more like twy-lie cuz ur a fucking liar

is that graffiti on the wall the same as the grave

OH THERES AN EYE LOOKING AT MARY

lol twyla i think Reginald's gonna kill u for yelling at Mary "I'll get her to apologize to you" yooo Reg..... maybe chill "I'll be sure that she is sorry" YOO????

hmm makes me wonder why Mary never got any of twyla's messages tho

did Reginald kill her ???

oh shit the grave is broken and burned for some reason?? oh Mary looks so upset :((

I FEEL SO BAD FOR MARY RAHJKSDJSSDJHA

but also what happened to the grave and the manga??? what happened????

hmm kinda sus that he wanted them to not go in did he poison someone?? n he didnt wanna go in cuz he didnt want Mary to see that?? who did he poison??

why am i being given options about how long Mary's lived there when its all the same answer anyways??

oh there just HAS to be some time travel thing going on he went '...yes' when Mary said that 'isnt it funny how long the both of us have lived here and only met a little while ago' like but why tho

oh he's nervous now lol he killed somebody definitely. he definitely has a murder planned for somebody here. one of the kitchen staff maybe?

I KNEW IT HE KILLED SOMEBODY but also i cant believe he just?? left Mary like that wtf??

wait did he kill Mary? thats black goo coming out of his mouth, the same black goo that Mary vomitted in the church what the fuck is happening

oh ok Mary's just seeing stuff bc of the cursed manga

Mary struggling to sleep is relatable

bro he was murdering someone im sure

she's calling him Reggie thats so cute

ooooh an aquarium thats cool

SHE'S ADORABLE

this is such a touching moment. idk what to say but their talk in the aquarium is so sweet???

ok now its time for the sleepover part

oh shit Reggie lore???? crazy

'just try not to shine it at me while i'm on the couch' its bc u wont be there right??? cuz ur gonna leave in the middle of the night to do sketchy shit arent u?????

oh shit twyla's in danger but for real this time i think???

REGINALD HMMM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

OH SHIT HELPPPP HE DROPPED SOME BLOODY SCISSORS OH MY GOD

oHM Y GOD TWYLA IS DEAD

um?????? wait is he gonna kill her what waitwaitwait

HOLY SHIT WTF. WTF ??!?!??!!??!

that escalated so quickly i

ok so i got the bad ending,,,, im,,, i...... ok.

well then im gonna like,,, process this

holy shit dude wtf

[hexedrosel-arts]

Drabbles

Drabble #1

Carla noticed details about people easily. It wasn’t her fault, it was faster to identify someone’s emotions than it was to talk with them. It eventually became noticing everything about a person physically. The details started from the obvious, such as Teddy and Felix having birthmarks on the right of their cheeks or Monty having eyebags, to something Carla believed that even the other person didn’t know, including the dimples that appeared when Felix gave a rare smile.

Felix smiled once the entire Carla had seen him in kindergarten, it was a dodgeball game. It started out like any normal dodgeball, aka Carla decimating anyone in her way to victory(She still hasn’t apologized for breaking Kid’s nose, he may have been on her team but he should’ve moved out of the way). It was only her and Teddy on the field, all she had to do was catch the ball, it would be easy, it was Teddy after all.

Only she got distracted by the sound of tapping, three little taps on the bleachers. A small yet annoying noise had cost her a victory(Though Carla was impressed that Teddy took the chance, he was never one for playing dodgeball directly), Felix had come over to (probably fake) congratulate Teddy when Carla saw it. A small smile directed at Teddy, Carla would have made a comment if she could, it was stunning even to see Felix emote. Even more, she saw Felix holding Teddy’s hand, giving three squeezes. Carla was convinced she had hit her head somehow, because Felix Huxley was never that affectionate, especially towards his own brother.

Drabble #2

“It’s pretty up here.”

Penny talked to herself, on top of the roof of the mansion. The Huxley house was beautiful in her opinion, including on top of it, where you could see the town from above. The town looked like little stars, twinkling from afar.

“Mommy would be impressed I got to see our home from here!”

She talked to herself again, she felt like a little kid again. Seeing everything as beautiful and being excited at everything like she’s never seen it before. Being at the Huxley house was already an achievement, being there to stay was another. Of course, Penny would be working underneath Felix and Teddy, after all, she had to work there if she wanted to stay.

“Well, it’s time to recharge. The boys wouldn’t be happy if I’m low on energy for my first day.”

She smiled, even though the twins were almost adults now she still saw them as those same little boys she wanted to befriend when she was only 5.

Drabble #3

Tending the flowers at home Buggs plucked a purple one. They were rare flowers here, and for some reason, without fail, many of them would grow in the weed-infested backyard Buggs relaxed in. When his mom decided to look for jobs(under Buggs insistence that he would be fine alone for a few hours), he tended to the house, he would do his best to keep the house clean. This has led to him bringing Cindy over to help with the flowers, after all the purple ones she could give to her boyfriends. Occasionally he would bring Jerome over as well, this was one of those times, after the backyard was tended to and the flowers remained.

“Hey Jerome, Buggs,” Cindy spoke up, “Have you ever made a flower crown?”

“No Cindy, I haven’t. That sounds girly, no offense.”

“Yeah same here, no offense.”

Cindy laughed, she started plucking some flowers in the yard. Buggs didn’t care, sometimes the flowers brought more weeds sometimes.

“Well, today I’m going to teach you! No objections.”

She turned to Jerome, then to Buggs, she rested on the cut grass patting it down, offering a seat next to her. Buggs and Jerome looked at each other sighed, the joined Cindy into making flower crowns.

[kafkaoftherubble]

这次又滚去哪里了：春节篇

Happy to report that it is now 初十 and yet no major conflict had happened! Neither did anything bad happened during 除夕、初一、 初八。This is a triumph for all of us! An indicator that Past Lyns' effort and action had not been in vain!

... Phew. Not that I can rest on our laurels, of course. One should never mistake anything as permanent, hahaha!

Oh, I wore my first ever hanfu! Or at least, modernized hanfu...

初一

Yo, guys! We finished Ajin on this very day!!! Ain't it swell?!

Wait, maybe that's why I had that stupid dream—of opposing Sato by trying to drag Kei out of his retirement with Kou's help—this past Saturday night. I'm angry because I couldn't interact with Kei properly with my persuasion game before I woke up, but I don't really wanna admit to that... Also where is the yellow text color option, Tumblr? WHY ISN'T IT HERE WITH ME ANYWAY WHAT WAS IT AGAIN?

It was mad fun talking to friends while getting in a preparatory frenzy for the rest of the event. Okay, fine, one of them was just that useless horny JJK-harem sister.

The cost is missing that morning's Ānāpānasati practice. Shh! Don't bring it up too often around him! I don't want to see That Glare.

Went to the usual place. The Wat we've been going to since we were kids.

This hanfu is so wispy and not at all warm or stuffy.

Guys, I'm telling ya, we are soooo finding ways to incorporate this for this year's conventions. Probably some sort of mix-and-match in the end—that's how we always roll! A vest and a bolo tie? That puffy skirt? A combo that falls between being fashion-approved and "Only you will think this is good"...

"Fake Flowers and Me" is the best combo ever.

Background: you can see the entrance gate. Oh! The shrine for a pair of Thai ancestor spirits was blocked from view.

Foreground: Sister accidentally took a picture of me mocking Gojo Satoru's Murasaki technique.

This wat was originally fully Thai, but Chinese visitors and elements gradually cropped up (which is really no different from how it's like in Thailand). Compare the architectural difference between the shrines in Fig 1. and Fig 2. Both re within the same compound.

Fig 1. Background: The shrine at the back is for 观音 (Guanyin), hence the obviously Chinese architecture. However, a bit closer to me (but behind the trashcan) is 孙悟空 (the Monkey King). Not taken within the frame of the picture are the other three main characters in Journey to the West.

I was supposed to mirror the Monkey King by looking at the other direction, but it just looks like I was adjusting my sunbonnet...

Fig 2. Background: The one at the farthest back is the main shrine of the compound. Their main Gautama Buddha is housed there. But I'm old enough to remember their actual oldest resident statue, though—he is now housed in the shrine right next to me in the foreground.

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Anyway, as per our New Year tradition, we went for archery. I mean, yea sure, we always come up with an excuse to shoot. But hey, I was wearing something that she imagined to be really cool with a bow. Was sure would look so swell!

But first!

Look at those magnificent eyebags! Premium grade. As immaculate as Yuta's! Truly my best features. Anyone who cannot see the beauty of these bags do not understand my appeal.

Er, why were my veins popping?

I looked so fucking swell!!! If I were 2 meters tall, I could be mistaken as the 8-foot tall Woman in a festive mood and a bow, right? Right?!

The music was annoying, but I shot pretty okay. Still had so many moments of shooting wide, though. I just can't seem to aim well. I always suck at the things I claim to enjoy, haha!

Also, the people working in that range thought I was "cosplaying" and asked me why I didn't celebrate Lunar New Year instead. I told him I was celebrating. This outfit is part of it!

And then another one came to ask how old I was. No one... believed me when I told them I'm 28. Apparently, these people had headcannoned me as "just 20 years old."

We really are in that liminal space when it comes to age. On the one hand, we're often one of the oldest in the bunch we're associating with. On the other hand, people mistake me for someone way younger, and sometimes, younger than my youngest sister even though I'm gonna be 30 soon.

Do I really ooze that much childish aura?

At least those people didn't think I was still in high school. Like that other time...

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初九

Went to the heart of the metropolis to check out that new elite mall for rich kids and tourists. But honestly, it was more of a romp in my favorite part of the city.

Went to an aesthetic bookstore; finally found a good old Chinese New Year staple: goddamn Fengshui books.

The MRT station sure looks like an airport, but many MRT stations look like this. Monorails had the oldest design—and are the slowest. LRT stations are the ones we're most familiar with; they are kinda like the most typical train stations with roofs.

Yea. Sis really went for a headful of hair redder than even Sukuna's. Throughout this week, she had been Makima, Ariel... and that Wendy's girl.

This shop really captured the demography the mall caters to. The most "affordable" food in this coffee shop is 25MYR, which upon payment gives you... a piece of toast.

Their fish n' chips cost around 150MYR! I've eaten decent fish n' chips for 15 MYR, bro. The dory fish served had gotta at least dated Timothy Chalamet for three days, otherwise I don't understand the price.

Looks like it's an "experience" though. I mean, look at Fig 2! It's so opulent inside.

Sis is sure that there is now a new way to brag among us Malaysians. "I went to ___ to buy some toast!"

There were several people wearing hanfu today, but most were women. A man looking this hella good in it though? Amazing.

I kinda wish I could make someone wear this so I can see how fucking handsome they must be! Hee hee hee.

It was quite a humid day, and Sister kept complaining about how hot she felt. And then she would comment on every single person who passed her by, rating how hot and stuffy their drip must rendered them. "Wow, a hype-beast kid? That thick hoodie? Mm-mm. 9/10, Stuffy As Fuck."

The difference between us is this. While looking at the central tree in the background:-

Lyn: Huh. Looks like someone can meditate under it.

Sis: Really? I was thinking someone could hang themself from it.

Lyn: Ooh! You are so right!!!

Sis:

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Walking in the City

I was about to take a picture of the guy "pulling" his milk tea, but I failed.

Strange people in a glass container? Under this weather? With what seems to be lackluster air-conditioning?

Sister immediately rated all of them as 10/10, "That ain't their skirts; it's their melted skin."

Here's our own three-way intersection area.

Just the back view of today's drip. Was wearing that Sato Cap. Mixue's lemonade was really good.

Had a funny gait, Sister said. Also, "9/10; are you sure it doesn't feel like a sauna inside? You're also wearing a hat and a mask, dude. You're insane."

We also, by happenstance, encountered not one but two lion dance occasions! Can't upload the videos because Tumblr said "only one per post."

They were nice.

The food we had was nice.

I like rambling. I like to walk.

We had fun.