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zhonglis-wifey · 2 years

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I just really need Dottore fluff with his clones that is not nsfw so can we get reader that has been with Dottore since his academia years and is just being loving towards his younger clone version while his clone is just shy about all the attention that he's getting?

AAAAH I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS!!!! this is the cutest idea ever ur so galaxy brained for this

favorite • il dottore x reader

Being with Dottore so long, you had the privilege of seeing him grow into the man he is now. Correction: men he is now. Since he was expelled from the Academia, you witnessed Dottore’s scientific endeavors into more uncharted topics. The one that fascinated you far more than the others had to be his penchant for cloning himself. You already loved the real Dottore, so having even more of them was great!

All of them were instructed by the real Dottore to love and care for you just as he did. This instruction, however explicit it may be, was unnecessary, though; These clones were made to perfectly replicate him and every iteration of him loved you without having to be told to do so. Of course, since they represented different stages of Dottore’s adult life, they expressed that love in various ways.

Your heart sank when Dottore told you he had to go to Sumeru for the Fatui. These kinds of things happened with other Harbingers all the time, but since Dottore was so vital to the Tsaritsa’s homeland operations of creating delusions, you didn’t expect him to have to leave you for an extended period of time.

“I’m never going to finish this report with you here like this…” Dottore muttered, more to himself than you.

The two of you were in his laboratory in Zapolyarny Palace, with you sitting on his lap, chest against his, while he tried to focus on his job. Honestly, you never cared about his work as a Harbinger, especially not when it was about to take him away from you. You just wanted to be close to him before he was gone.

“I just wanna be together before you have to go tomorrow,” you whined. If you had been facing him, you would’ve seen a faint smile on Dottore’s face at your loving words.

He began to trace invisible circles on your waist with his unoccupied hand, soothing your sadness at his imminent departure. “The clones will be here, you know,” he suggested.

“But they’re not you,” you countered, disappointed in the idea of having to use the clones as a replacement. “I want you, Zandik.”

You felt the vibrations of a low chuckle move through his chest. “You say that now, but I think you’ll change your mind tomorrow.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you pondered aloud, never quite understanding what Dottore was talking about.

“You’ll see,” he smirked. You could tell he was amused with his own thoughts, as he often was. You just hoped that whatever he had planned wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

The next day, Dottore had left for Sumeru. You’d never let him (or anyone) know, but you cried as soon as you were alone. How were you supposed to fare without your Zandik? It wasn’t fair. Silently, you cursed the Tsaritsa for sending him away.

In his absence, you found your way back to the lab in Zapolyarny Palace, hoping to at least feel at home in a familiar environment that you often shared with Dottore. None of the Fatui stopped you, a non-member with little to no scientific knowledge, from entering by yourself; They knew that Dottore had given you full clearance and if they caused you any trouble, they’d be on the receiving end of one of his less than ethical experiments. Most of the time you pitied Dottore’s poor reputation but it seemed to serve you well here.

You didn’t have the chance to admire the space that Dottore called his own upon entering. Instead, you were met with the figure of someone all too familiar. It was Dottore — it looked like him, but young, like when you met in the Academia. Your mind raced through a thousand memories of the young Zandik you fell in love with all those years ago, long before the gears of time and corruption of man ripped up his kind heart. He was just as cute as you remembered; Appearing no older than his late teens to early twenties, his soft face was framed in wavy blue-green hair and his red eyes still sparkled with hope and aspiration.

So that’s what he meant when he said you’d change your mind about the clones.

“Ah, my apologies!” the clone exclaimed, flustered by your unannounced entrance. “Lord Harbinger didn’t tell me that you would be coming here today.”

You shrugged, smiling sincerely at this clone’s attitude. It was different than the Dottore you knew now and much more similar to the one you met years before. “No need to apologize, it’s my fault for coming over without telling anyone. I take it you’re a new clone?”

He nodded wordlessly, obviously intimidated by you. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him.

A month had passed without the real Dottore returning from Sumeru. Everyday you grew more and more lonely, eventually tempting you to command invite the young clone to live with you until his creator returned. The poor thing was so nervous about it, saying that “Lord Harbinger wouldn’t want him to take his place with you.” You reminded the clone that Dottore created him to act as a replacement in his stead, giving him no choice but to come home with you.

Having the clone around made you feel years younger, as he was a constant reminder of your shared youth with Dottore. It was like you got to relive all those fun little things that you just couldn’t do anymore. In the Academia, you loved to tease Dottore about his very obvious crush on you. He would always get so flustered and try to quickly exit the conversation, usually saying he had class as an excuse. The clone was the same; Every time you wanted to do something as simple as hold his hand, he would get so anxious. (You wondered how Dottore was able to make an artificial person blush. Was there blood in him?)

Your overwhelming affection for the clone spiraled out of control, with him now leaning against the headboard of the bed you shared with his creator, shivering with adrenaline as you straddled his thighs and and he pressed countless kisses to his face and neck. He was whimpering at your touch, very clearly flustered, but you had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. You couldn’t help yourself!

But, you could also tell he was a bit uncomfortable, maybe not in a fun, cute way. You’d never want to hurt the clone, even if he wasn’t a real person. He still had feelings and you respected that.

“You’re uncomfortable,” you noted reluctantly as you backed off a bit. “I can leave you alone if you want.”

His cheeks flushed (again, how was that possible?) and he gazed up at your through long eyelashes. “I’m not uncomfortable! Please don’t go,” he begged, sparkly red eyes beginning to tear up. “I’m just not meant for this.”

“What do you mean?” you asked. Like his creator, you didn’t know what the clone was talking about.

“I don’t think Lord Harbinger created me for this purpose. I wasn’t made to fulfill your romantic needs,” he explained, unable to meet your eyes.

You never intended to feel so strongly for one of Dottore’s clones, but something about his youthful reminiscence and shy sincerity tugged at your heartstrings. You petted just head gently, lightly scratching that specific spot that the real Dottore always asked you to. The clone practically melted into you. He was just like the real Dottore.

“But you were,” you reassured him. You pulled the clone into your warm, comforting arms as you recounted various stories about your time in the Academia with the creator he was modeled after. It made the clone feel a little better, like he was supposed to be here.

That was until the real Dottore burst through the bedroom door, interrupting the sweet moment you shared with his clone. The clone scrambled off of the bed and away from you in hopes of appeasing the Harbinger, but he paid him no mind. You, too, arose from the bed to greet your lover with a kiss, leaving the clone all by himself.

“I missed you,” Dottore whispered almost inaudibly, like he was unable to let himself experience his love for you as wholly as he would like to.

You shrugged. “I’d say the same thing, but…”

You went back to the clone and wrapped your arms around his waist with no warning. He awkwardly stared at his creator, as if to say, ‘I’m sorry, they started it.’

“This clone is so cute!” you beamed. You swore you felt the clone let out a tiny sigh of relief.

Dottore stared at the two of you, surprised that you had taken such a liking to the clone. He created him with the intention of you loving him, sure, but you seemed downright in love with it. Dottore wasn’t worried, though. The love you had for the clone stemmed from your even stronger love for him, he knew that.

“Perhaps he can always be around when I’m not,” Dottore suggested, a teasing lilt in his tone. He shifted his gaze to the clone and addressed him, “Would you like that?”

The clone nodded, still not quite used to feeling your hands on him.

The real Dottore, Zandik, laughed at the clone’s behavior. It really did remind him of his old self. “Well, I guess it’ll have to be the three of us together until then.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore

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pluto-supremacy · 2 months

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YOUR VI JAIL FIC WAS SO GOOD AND THE HEADCANONS WERE SO SO ACCURATE. :'( IF POSSIBLE, CAN YOU MAKE A P2 TO HOW THEIR LIFE IS OUTSIDE OF PRISON WHEN THEY MAKE IT OUT? or an angst with caitlyn being blackmailed by the warden to only let one prisoner out? :3 said one being vi, and vi having to abandon reader?

Vi Fic: Bye Bye Bun

➼ Aaaah thank you so much! I'm so glad so many people liked the Stillwater headcanons^^ I was afraid my Vi was going to be soooo out of character. I decided to write some angst first >:) if this fic does well or I get another ask I'll also work on life after Stillwater, give you guys some fluff after this

➼ Continuation of Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ No beta we die like Claggor (I'm running out of people who die in the series-)

➼ Warnings: None! Bit of a longer fic for you guys today, enjoy!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

The sound of knuckles meeting hard concrete echoed throughout the cell block, small grunts following close behind. "You know we don't get clean bandages for another two weeks Vi, your knuckles are going to get infected at this rate." you called out. Suddenly the pounding stopped and a small chuckle was heard. "Don't worry about me bun, just trying to blow off some steam," she said, pacing around her cell instead of beating up a wall. "You should really get some sleep. Long day tomorrow"

"No such thing as a short day here." you groaned. Carefully you laid down on the ground of the cell. Vi's was only a few doors down, close enough to talk just above a whisper but way too far away to see each other. Both of you always slept against the walls that faced each other. It was the closest thing to sleeping next to each other in this shithole. Aside from whenever you two napped during free time of course. Even then Vi stayed wide awake to ensure you were okay.

"Goodnight Vi, wake me up if anything happens, okay?" "I will Y/N, I promise"

That was nearly two hours ago. You were sound asleep by now, the cold, hard floor no longer keeping you up. It was something every prisoner in Stillwater had to get used to. Mattresses weren't provided. The few that did get a thin mat to sleep on at night only got one after a lot of medical visits and several notes stating they needed one for medical reasons. You and Vi weren't so lucky to have any notes. Still, there were worse things here. Like the food. That's why any food or snacks that were smuggled in were high value items. Currently you had a packet of chips hidden under a loose brick right where you slept. You scored them a few days ago and wanted to surprise Vi by sharing them tomorrow.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, the clack of heels filling the halls. Caitlyn stopped in front of Vi's sell, her hood still up. "What the hell do you want?" Vi asked, glancing over at the taller woman. "Your help. You beat up an inmate, I needed to question him about a crime scene from yesterday. Why did you break his jaw?" "Because I wanted to." She responded with a small shrug, disinterested in whoever this enforcer was. "Why are you in here?" Caitlyn tried again, looking over the file in her hands. "For my sunny personality." Vi shot back immediately.

Caitlyn shook her head, sighing. "This was a waste of time." she closed the file and her journal, starting to walk off. Maybe she could find away around a broken jaw, pen and paper perhaps. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Give Silco a kiss for me on that winning eye of his." that was what caught the enforcer's attention. Turning around she walked back to Vi's cell, getting a bit closer to the bars. "Silco? The industrialist?" "Hardly what I'd call an industrialist." She scoffed, leaning against the bars. That's when the other woman held up something that caught her eye.

In Caitlyn's journal was a picture of a spray-painted monkey. Just like the ones Powder used to make. "Where did you get this?" Vi asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "My question first. The inmate worked for Silco?" "Everyone in here does. You of all people should know that. Now where did you find that?" "It was at the crime scene, this is evidence" Caitlyn responded. She had the upper hand here now. "If I'm to believe you about Silco, I'm going to need proof."

A way out. Vi could get both of you out of here. "I can provide you proof. Just, not from in here" she gestured to the bars around her. "And," she began to add on "I need another inmate. Inmate 381. I'm not leaving without her." Caitlyn seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she turn and left without a word. What that meant, Vi had no clue.

Caitlyn had ran off back to the warden, forging papers along the way for the release of two inmates. She needed Vi's help to track whoever this person was down, so if someone else had to come along, so be it. As she put the papers down on the warden's desk, he seemed to lazily look over them. "I have orders to release inmates 381 and 516." she spoke up. He hummed in thought before shaking his head. "I can only release one." "What? It says right there-" "I can read. But I'm only releasing one. Pick." "..inmate 516."

So when Caitlyn returned and opened Vi's cell, she immediately ran to your cell. Or at least tried to. The enforcer stopped her a few steps in. "The warden only let me release one of you. You understand that-" "No I don't! This wasn't part of the deal!" Vi went to grab the collar of Caitlyn's dress, the other wrapping her hands around Vi's wrists as she was pressed against the wall. "You will-" "If you try anything I will make sure you're put back behind bars and you never see that other inmate again." Cait rushed out. It wasn't what she wanted to resort to, threats, but it seemed to work.

Almost instantly Vi's grip loosened, slowly setting Caitlyn back down on the ground. Leaving you...

"Once we're done, you let her out. Immediately. No excuses, exceptions, or delays. And I get to say goodbye." Vi demanded. That was fair, anyone could agree to that. Thankfully Caitlyn began nodding, dusting her dress off. "Go ahead then. Afterwards we need to get going to the Undercity."

This was going to hurt.

Vi walked over to your cell, kneeling down at the bars. You were still all curled up, dead asleep. She gently knocked on the bars. "Bun..bun you gotta wake up." That was odd. Vi's voice sounded so close...as you opened up your eyes you saw your girlfriend just on the other side of the bars. There was no quicker way to wake up than seeing your lover free from her cell. "Vi! You escaped! How-" you were cut off by seeing Caitlyn standing behind Vi.

"Who is that?" "Y/N, I can explain." "Vi, who is that!" you were shouting now. You didn't even fully realize it. "She's the one that got me out-" "So now you're going to get me out?" you interrupted. Seeing the pain flash on Vi's face told you everything that you needed to know. "You're leaving me.." your voice was barely audible, but Vi caught every word. She could feel her heart shattering as she saw the tears form in your eyes. "It's only for a little bit. The warden wouldn't let us both out, once I'm done helping Caitlyn we're coming right back for you, I promise."

You wanted to believe her. Vi had never lied to you before, why would she start now? Maybe it was the fear of never seeing her again. Or maybe it had to do with the enforcer standing behind her. Caitlyn was beautiful, you had to admit, so what if...

"No, no this isn't right. Vi you can't leave me here!" you shouted, crawling up to the bars and reaching out to grab Vi's wrist. "Vi you can't leave me! Please don't leave me!" the tears finally began rolling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away. Vi's own eyes were starting to gloss over with tears. "I'm coming back for you, Y/N. I swear on my life I'm not leaving you. It'll be a few days tops." "What does she," you nodded your head towards Caitlyn "even need help with, huh? What are you going to do for her?"

That cut deep. Vi tried not to take it to heart as she stood up, pressing one last kiss to the back of your hand. "I'm coming back for you." she repeated, steeling herself to actually leave. To not fall to her knees and tell Caitlyn to find someone else. This was your guy's chance of freedom. Even if this hurt you now, it was better in the long run. Everything would be better when you two could be together outside of Stillwater. "Bye bye, bun. I'll be back for you" and with that she turned around and started walking away. Vi knew if she turned around to look at you one last time, she'd never leave.

That's when the shouting started.

"Vi! Vi turn around right now! You can't leave me here!" you were standing up now, having an iron grip on the bars. Almost trying to bend them out of the way so you could run to Vi. Unfortunately you weren't that strong and the bars weren't that weak. "Violet don't leave me!"

Vi quickened her pace, rushing towards the elevator. Your voice was starting to blend with Powder's the day they were separated. It was all too much. She was going to find Powder and come back for you. Everything would be okay, everything would be right. As the elevator doors closed, she heard one last thing. Yours and Powder's voice were nearly indistinguishable from one another as you yelled out:

"TRAITOR!"

#arcane #vi arcane #vi x fem reader #fem reader #vi x reader #vi x you #vi x y/n

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confiscatedpeaches · 8 months

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can i request william brat taming reader?? afab plss and i LOVE your writing!! tysm!!

ofc!! thank you so much for the complement! I love the thought of William brat taming, I bet he'd be really good at it. (Also this lowkey turned into a really long fic lmao so I AM going to write a part 2 tomorrow aaaah)

Minors DNI, TW: bdsm dom/sub bratty!reader, reader is wearing a collar, use of restraints

Afton comes home from work and it has NOT been a good day.

You knew the signs; the sound of his car door slamming, his shoes practically stomping onto the pavement below, and swearing as he fumbled for his keys. Today was not a good day at work for Mr. Afton. He was positively furious about something, and you knew he was going to take all of his frustration out on you. Of all the days you could have chosen to be a brat, this should not have been one of them.

You look into the living room and find him pacing furiously, muttering something to himself about "Henry" and "those god-damned parents". Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he turns to look at you.

"You. Come over here right now."

You fold your arms. Why should you come over, when it's so adorable to watch him pace his way into a hole in the rug? Absolutely not. Part of you loved when he was like this, the angrier he got, the more fun he would have with you later.

"Awe my little whore thinks she's in charge. Get over here, now."

You should have listened. Really, you should have. But you just couldn't help your bratty ass now could you. Instead, you decide to commit the worst sin according to your Mr. Afton, you stick out your tongue.

He scoffed, his face getting redder. His head cocked to the side.

"You're feeling brave today aren't you love? Keep it up and see what happens."

God, you loved how his accent became thicker with rage. Sometimes you could barely understand the man. Watching him unravel into a mess of words and animalistic sounds drove you absolutely mad. Seeing him lose himself in you was such a thrill. You really, really should give in now, before this became much worse.

"Oh? What are you gonna do to me Mr. Afton? Are you gonna punish me?" You mocked.

He scowled and crossed his arms. You could practically see steam rising from out his ears.

"Yes, I am actually. Now get over here and let me spank you for being such a naughty little bunny."

Even after he raised his voice, you continue to refuse.

"Do I have to come and get you myself darling?"

A grin spread across your face. Was he challenging you? Oh yes, he was definitely challenging you. You were going to make him work for this. Excitement bubbles within you.

"I'd love to see you try, catch me if you can!"

You dash down the corridor and turn down one of the side halls. You hear a very loud British man begin raving and screaming behind you

"Oh you little---!

Laughter fills your ears. Your laughter, of course, but also Will's. He was laughing manically. It dawns on you that you have fucked up, big time. It was one thing for him to simply get mad and dominate you, but for him to start laughing? That's when you knew he had something truly terrible planned for you. You had to hide and wait for him to calm down, asap.

His footsteps were getting louder, closer. Turning down yet another corridor (his house is weirdly arranged, and you often find yourself lost in it), you flick on the lights and run into the basement. He has so much junk in there, there is no way he'd be able to find you if you tucked yourself away in there well enough.

Sitting in the back corner, you find the perfect place. You manage to hide yourself behind an animatronic you haven't seen him work on in ages. Holding your breath, you wait.

His footsteps stop at the top of the basement stairs. Shit, he must have seen you run into there. His ragged breath and laughter echo down the stairs, reverberating on the basement walls. He has really lost it this time.

Then, he does something unexpected. He takes a few steps down the stairs, before shutting the door behind him and flicking off the lights.

He has you trapped. You're so unfamiliar with the basement that there is no way you'd be able to navigate your way out of there without making a sound, or god forbid, bumping into him.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He sings.

Dear lord, he was feeling absolutely villainous. You knew he could be sadistic, but you've never seen him like this. You heard him shuffle, what could he be doing? Is he searching for you? Fear and arousal pool inside you.

"Aww come on little bunny, I thought you were being brave."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You didn't know how long you could hold or hide your breath, especially with how hot and bothered you were getting.

"Little bunny, where are you? I know you're in here. If you come out now I pinkie promise not to punish you.... too harshly."

That liar, you knew this was a fake-out. He isn't stupid enough to believe that would do the trick. You would wait him out, see who could last longer. A growing part of you wanted to submit, face the consequences, and end the torture early, but the rest of you was stubborn and wanted to see how far you could take this. You were already in deep shit, why not make it worse?

"Sweetheart... I can see you, you know."

What? There's no way, it's almost pitch black in here. Can this motherfucker see in the dark or something?!

"You're hiding behind that animatronic, I can see your feet. I can hear your breathing too love. Come out now, be a good girl."

Shit. He had you dead-to-rights. All of the stubbornness deflated out of you like a popped balloon. He won, you lost, and he knows it. You hate how wet this is making you. You wanted to win this time, but there's a reason he's the dom and you're the brat. He's just so much cleverer and smarter than you. You stood no real chance.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for Mr. Afton? Really now, I can see you curled up back there. Crawl out like the pathetic little loser you are. I'm not coming to get you this time."

The urge to submit builds within you. You know you shouldn't make this any worse for yourself. Reluctantly, you slide out from your secure hiding place. A light illuminates your figure. You see him sitting on the second to last step of the staircase, flashlight in hand.

"Ah, there you are. Come over here, now."

Before you can resist, you find yourself walking towards him. You were too tired to fight anymore.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

You obey. His hand thrusts towards you and grabs you by your collar.

"Gotch'ya you little bitch! How dare you disrespect me?! You stupid little whore, there's at least a dozen animatronics down here, I just guessed you were hiding behind one! It's time to face the consequences doll."

(Part 2 coming tomorrow -- am too tired to write more tonight.)

#william afton x reader #william afton smut #william afton x you #william afton #fnaf smut

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married-to-google-translater · 1 year

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*hiding in the bathroom scared *

What are you doing? What are you doing in my house?!

* calling the police*

Maven: *In his mind* Oh shit they were still awaken... Think Maven. Think....

*to you* Hey it's just me Maven from school! No need to call police... I was just.... Ummmmmmmmmm

*in his mind* Fuck fuck fuck! How the hell do I explain that I'm inside their apartment at 11:00 pm at night?! And now Y/N is going to call the police. Would the kidnappinh have to be done now? No, that's not an option because the toilet door would have to be broken. I don't have time for that while I have to make sure that no evidence is left behind. Okay Maven breathe. Take deep breaths. You'll get through it.

*to you* mmmmmmmm I saw that your front doors was open. So I was out for an evening walk because I can't walk properly in the sun... I happened to walk by your house and noticed that your front door was open... I just wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened. But it sounds like you're fine. Sorry for scaring you. No need to call the police. I'm going to leave now. I wish you a good night and lock the door better in the future.

*Maven leave's*

*later when Maven arrives in his home*

*Fan girl screaming against Y/N body pillow*

My Darling talked to! This was our first "proper" conversation outside of school! They were so sweet! Aaaah I love how lovely they sounded... Too bad I didn't get to record it. It would have made a great alarm sound... AAAAAAAH! Y/N I LOVE YOU!!! I CAN'T WAIT THE WE GET MARRIED!!!

Maven's big brother Robert: *kicks in Maven's door* MAVEN SHUT UP!!! It's 1:00 AM and my Darling can't sleep when you're screaming! I know you're excited, but keep it up in the morning. Damn, some people have a work day tomorrow.

Maven:.... Okay. I will be quiet. Good night.

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queenofsimpsblog · 1 year

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too much - shuri x reader

A/N: AAAAH MY FIRST ACTUAL STORY. have no idea what i was doing, but lemme know if you like this and want more!! maybe a part 2 coming up depending on how good this goes

it was a cold evening in wakanda. it shouldn’t have been, but it was. today was your 4 year anniversary with the love of your life, shuri udaku. you guys agreed to do something simple. well, more like you decided. shuri’s presence in your life has so far been pretty non existent.

a month had passed since the great war between wakanda and talokan. a month since the alliance was formed. wakanda had not heard from namor or anybody from talokan for that matter, so it was safe to say that the matter had dissolved. but the stress of it all came crumbling down on shuri, and caused her to work her soul away at her lab.

you’ve known shuri since you were 18, and you knew that shuri never really knew how to process grief, or any other strong emotion. so she did what she knew best. she worked. she designed. she innovated. and yes, it benefited wakanda greatly but you could see shuri’s grief break her bit by bit. and it hurt you to see her that way.

shuri had begun to forget things you told her. began to ignore your presence. and you let it slide because you knew she was suffering. but today she took it too far.

this day was special for your relationship, and you spent all day working to make this day memorable for her. because honestly shuri needed to be loved. and you wanted to give that to her. you prepared her favourite foods, wore her favourite dress and even made a gift for her. it was a scrapbook with all the best pictures of you and important highlights of your relationship compiled into one masterpiece. it didn’t cost a lot in terms of money, but it was made with a lot of love.

you told her to be back at your shared quarters by 7:00pm. it was now 9:30pm. you got too hungry and ate your food all by yourself, not wanting to wait for her anymore. by 10:00pm, the tears started taking over. you sat at the table and cried your eyes out at the fact that your girlfriend forgot such an important day.

rage took over and you got up, brushing your black dress as you made your way to the lab. you didn’t even need to track her kimoyo beads. you knew that’s where she would be.

once you got there, you took the elevator down. the dora milaje on duty looked at you and you shot them a small smile. you scowled inwards realising how crazy you would have looked. your hair was let loose from the bun you made before. your mascara was smudged. your eyes were red. your cheeks were tear stained. as your childhood best friend lana would say, girl bye you look like a mess.

ignoring the voice in your head that told you this was a bad idea, you strode up to the lab where you saw shuri and a few other scientists working.

“could you all please leave? i need a moment alone with the princess.” you spoke. the scientists looked at you for a moment before following your instructions. shuri looked at you, confused.

“y/n what is the meaning of this? we were doing important work. call them back now.”

“no.” you insisted, “i need to talk to you.”

she sighed, obviously frustrated. “about what?!”

“about how you bailed on me on our anniversary.”

“what are you talking about? todays not our anniversary.”

“uh, yeah, it is. look at the calendar. it’s december 18th.”

“look i don’t have time for this, i’m working. can we please do this tomorrow?”

you scoffed in disbelief. so first she ditched you on your anniversary. then refused to admit her mistake. and now she wants you to leave?!

“no! we can’t! because we have to talk about your constant absence in my life! goddamnit shuri i know you’re in pain, but spending every hour of the day in this god forsaken lab isn’t gonna help you. you have to confront your grief. please, sthandwa, i cant bear to see you like this. let me help you. let me in.” you begged, tears streaming down your face, ruining what was left of your makeup.

“don’t be ridiculous, y/n. i’m fine. now leave.”

“listen to yourself! you’ve never thrown me out of your lab before. you’ve changed.”

“yeah well grief changes people. suck it up.” she spoke bitterly before turning her back to you, tapping furiously at some gadget.

you had enough. you strode up to her and attempted to rip the gadget out of her hands but in the midst of all that, the gadget broke into two and tell down.

“for bast’s sake!” shuri yelled, bending down to pick up the pieces. realisation struck you. what have i done?

what happened next was in the blink of an eye. shuri pushed you, causing you to fall against another table, something sharp cutting into your arm.

“how many times have i told you not to disturb me when i’m busy?! that project took ages to develop, and you broke it in seconds!! god, why am i even with someone as stupid as you?!”

the cut hurt, but shuri’s words hurt more.

“why are you still staring at me?! LEAVE FOR FUCKS SAKE!” she yelled and threw another gadget at the wall, which broke again. the glass cut your calf, but you were too terrified to notice. gathering all your strength, you ran back to the palace.

ayo was doing rounds and saw your limping figure. the next thing she noticed was the blood dripping down your arm, and the glass shard in your calf.

“y/n! are you okay?! who did this?! what happened?!” she spoke, rushing up to you.

“ayo it’s fine, just a little accident,” you tried to joke, but it clearly wasn’t working.

“we need to get you to the infirmary.”

you meant to say something, but the pain and the blood loss eventually became too much. your body lunched forward into ayo’s arms. your vision soon became black as the last thing you heard was ayo’s screams for help.

*********

the bright lights of the infirmary woke you up. you looked at your bandaged arm and calf, and saw ayo furiously tapping her kimoyo beads.

“ayo?” you croaked out.

“y/n! thank god, you’ve been out for the past 40 minutes. are you feeling any better?”

the pain still existed, but it wasn’t too bad. the pain in your heart, however, was at an all time high. ayo asked you how you got such severe injuries in the first place, and you told her the entire story.

her eyes widened as she gasped. “did the princess really say all those things to you?”

you only nodded in response.

“i never thought shuri would say something like that. but don’t fret, it’s just the anger talking. she didn’t mean any of it.”

but that got you thinking. maybe you should give shuri some space. clearly, she needs time to reevaluate herself. and this relationship.

and that’s when you decided to do something pretty risky. “ayo, i need you to help me do something. no questions asked.”

“of course, y/n. what do you need?”

“i need you to get me to my room.”

ayo’s shoulders slumped at the pretty basic request. you chuckled in response. she expected something more serious. but nevertheless, she listened to you and helped you walk there.

“do you need anything else?”

“no thank you, i’m fine. i’ll call you if i need any help.” you hugged ayo and ushered her away, letting her get back to her patrolling. going into your room, you pulled out a duffel bag and started throwing your belongings inside. clothes, hair products, shoes, everything.

shuri needed space. and you were more than willing to give that to her.

feeling satisfied with the stuff you packed, you grabbed the bag and paused for a second, looking at the room. the romantic setup you prepared lay ruined. the candles you lit were barely alive. the petals were crumpled. the dinner was halfway eaten. and the present lay rapped on the armchair near the window.

a part of you wanted to leave with no explanation. but you were far too kind for that. quickly scribbling down a note, you left it on the present and left the room.

i have no idea what i’m doing, but i know i cant stay here.

you made your way to the flight dock, and walked to the faraway end where your favourite jet lay. well, this is happening.

meanwhile, shuri was still in her lab. after she managed to fix up the broken gadgets. she thought about the fight you had, about all the terrible things she said in anger. she knew she was wrong. she knew she had to make things right.

taking off her labcoat, she ran to your room, and was surprised to see what a mess it was.

shuri’s heart broke looking at the half eaten dinner, the petals, and the candles. you always did so much for shuri, and she just neglected you.

a shiny silver box and a yellow note stuck on it caught her attention. the note was slightly damp from your tears, but she pulled the note out and read it .

hi, shuri,

i’m really sorry about your gadget. i didn’t mean to break it. but i don’t regret what i tried to tell you. you’ve been working yourself to death. you haven’t been taking care of yourself, and you won’t let me take care of you either. and i’m done with me putting so much into this relationship when you clearly don’t care about me anymore.

we need a break. i’m leaving. please don’t try and find me. it’ll just make the pain worse.

y/n

shuri’s hand trembled as she dropped the letter. she had to find you. due to her enhanced hearing, she heard a loud sound from the flight dock, and ran to it as fast as she could.

there you were, throwing away your kimoyo beads as you boarded the plane. shuri noticed your bandaged arm and calf, which were stained with blood. a genius like her easily figured out that she was the reason for those injuries.

you felt someone staring at you and turned to lock eyes with your beloved. not having the heart to say anything, you turned away and quickly entered the jet, closing the door behind you as you started it, taking off in a matter of moments.

keying in your destination, you put the jet on autopilot as you opened your bag, taking out a fresh set of clothes and your sneakers. this moment didn’t call for your best dress and heels.

your heart ached. but you knew that this was shuri’s fault and that you didn’t do anything wrong. you had faith that you would recover from this pain. and that even if you and shuri don’t end up getting back together, things would work out just fine.

you opened one of the makeshift beds and lied down, attempting to get some rest. exhaustion took over as you closed your eyes, thinking about what lay next.

next stop: new york city.

OK NOW WHO WANTS A PART 2 TO THIS??

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Late night walk

*TRIGGER WARNING* This one is serious ! Since it involves the Vigilante, the story starts with a troubling encounter that could get uncomfortable for some. If it is your case, please skip to "=============THIS SING DOWN BELOW=============" Thanks. I hope you like it !!

There are no stars out tonight, the sky is a dark purple mass. Only the million of streetlights and neon signs lighten your path. Cities glow at night. The darkness hides all the dirtiness and let’s shine the rest.

As you walk along the pavement you breath in the night city air ! It’s cold and a bit metallic. You were out with some friends and what was supposed to be a little get together ended way later than anyone expected ! But you don’t care, you don’t work tomorrow. All you’ve got to do now is return home and sleep. But the night was so fun that you want to stretch it out a bit longer. You decide to take a detour by the park just for fun ! You think it should look magical on a night like this.

And you were right ! The warm yellow lights of the old streetlamps reflect on the fountains water and gives it a enchanting look. It’s just you, alone, in your own glowing kingdom.

Sundenly, a clank sound ! You turn around to see a person in the distance. You almost forgot you were in a public place and start to come back to reality.

“Hey!” Says the stranger. You don’t respond.

“I said HEY ! What a…What.cha doing here !?” You start to make your way out of the park.

“Wait ! I said WAIT !” They start to chase you. You are now running; you don’t really know where. You are not familiar with this part of town.

You end up corned in a little alley way and the stranger is still approaching.

“C’mon ! Why you..T’fuck is wrong with you..” The stranger is now very close.

“S-Stay away please !!” You say to them but to no avail.

“Hey ! I-I’m not bad…see !?” They make a gesture to show themselves as if that was a reassuring answer. They were clearly not sober. You don’t know what to do and start panicking.

“P-Please…Leave me alone !”

“Oh ! No ! No ! Ssshhhh…’s okay !” They get uncomfortably close. You froze up ! You close your eyes tightly and get ready for the worst.

================HERE YOU GO, ENJOY !===============

Then in an instant, you hear the wind whistling and the body of the stranger is forcefully pushed away. You open your eyes to discover a young man has interposed himself between you two and kicked the assailant a good 3 meter back.

Your pursuer is stumbling back up. “HEY !” they scream to the young man “T’HECK D’YOU WANT !!??”

“I believe this person told you to not approach them !”

With difficulty, the assailant gets back to their feet and seems to get ready to punch him.

“I do not want to harm you !” Said the man “But I must warn you that I WILL defend myself if need be !” At these words, the young men place himself in a combat position, he seemed to have experience in fighting.

To that, the stranger lost all confidence and turned away. “Whateveryoufuck…Idon’teven…” And so they left while still mumbling insults along the way.

You calm down a bit. The young man seems to do so too. He turns around to look at you :

“Are you hurt in any way ?”

“W-wha ? N-No !”

“Good…” He then turns around and is about to make an exit.

“W-Wait !” You stop him !

“Hm ?” He seems genuinely surprised at your action.

“Well hm…thank you I guess.”

“Don’t mention it. It is my duty !”

“Oh…….is that so….” You think to yourself that maybe you exchanged one weirdo for another. “W-well…” You start “..H-Here ! As thanks, I could give you-..”

“No!” The man stops you sharply “I never take from others ! I’m not a thief nor am I a beggar.”

“O-oh….I see..s-sorry..”

“Don’t be…I-I’m sorry for my strong reaction…” He backs away shyly.

“D-Don’t worry about it.” You say with a smile.

“Well I should be going now.” He starts walking with a determined walk when “AAAAH !!” He sundenly feels to the ground clutching his abdomen.

“W-WHAT’S WRONG ! A-Are you hurt ?!” You run to him, worried.

“N-No…this is nothing…I’m simply..AaaaAAAArgh !!”

GGRRRRRRrrrrrrRRRROOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooWWwwwwwwwl

“Han ??”

The young man is red as a tomato and tries to hide his face in his collar. “I’m….a bit hungry…..That’s all…”

GGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwl

“You sound a more than a BIT hungry.”

“It’s…not as bad as it sound…It’s fine really…I’ll just…hmm” He tries to stand up and run away but he fells back to the gound after tree steps.

“H-Hey !!” You run to him again . “You shouldn’t do that ! You’re clearly too weak to run at the moment.”

“My…..bad…” He seems VERY lightheaded now.

“Alright, let’s get something to eat, okay ?”

“I-I don’t need-..”

gggGGGGGggggGrrrrRRRRrrrrrOOOOooooooowls…

“Mmmh…”

He’s stomach disagrees and so do you. “Come on ! Up we go !” You put him on your shoulders and start walking. Since he seems good in a fight, you’re surprised to find out how light he is. That’s not good. “Don’t worry, I know a good pizza place near by ! I’ll take you there.”

“I can’t….”

“Yes you can !”

“…Got…no…money..”

“Oh…Well I’ll be treating then ! It’ll be my thanks for earlier !”

“N-No ! I don’t take from others ! I refuse to-“

GRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWLS

“Hm-mmmh…” He’s overflowing with embarrassment.

“Well if you don’t want to die you’ll have to accepte. Besides, your not taking, I AM OFFERING ! So no more complaining, got it ?”

“………………………………………..got it…….”

“Good !”

You make your way to the pizza place ! It’s one of those open 24/7 restaurant. It’s not the fanciest place but the pizza is good and it’s the perfect place for late night snacks. There’s only one person behind the counter and they’re not paid enough to pay attention to you until you place an order. You put the young hero on a chair and take the plastic menu.

“So, what do you want ?”

“………………….” The hero has turned his face away. He’s clearly uneasy about you buying him food. But you can’t just leave him be.

“…If you don’t tell me I’ll just take an all-dressed !”

“…………………”

“Alright ! All-dressed it is !” You stand up to go order when the young men pulls on your shirt to stop you. You turn around. He’s still hiding his face in his collar.

He shyly says : “C-could you…ask for no peppers…..p-please…?”

You laugh a bit : “ Yeah ! Sure thing !”

You go order the pizza and return to your seat while you wait for it to be done. After a little while, you hear a certain sound.

Grrrrrooooooooan….

“O-oh !?...” The young hero turns red again. “S-Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize ! It’s perfectly norm-“

GRRRRROOOOOOooooooowl…

He get’s even redder and hides as he can under his bangs and collar. “Sorry…”

This continued for a little while and your companion seems more and more uncomfortable so you decide to break the ice to distrack him from his hunger while you wait.

“So, my name is (Y/N), what’s yours ??”

“O-oh..I don’t use my real name when I’m on duty.. sorry..”

“Oh okay…so, what should I call you ?”

“You can call me the Hero or the Vigilante…if you want..”

“You don’t even have a hero name ?!”

“I….haven’t settle on one yet….”

“I see…So..hm..Vigilante..Do you, do this sort of things every night ?”

“What sort of thing ?”

“Swooping in and beating the bad guys ?”

“Well, yes ! I do this most nights.”

“Really ? When do you sleep ?”

“During the day…But that’s not always possible. After all…Crime never sleeps !..”

You suspect he wanted to sound cool. But you can’t help your self to laugh.

“H-Hey ! That’s not…mmmh..” He pouts. You then notice that he has deep dark circles under his eyes and that stops your laughter.

“Well it’s not healthy. You should sleep 8 hours a day you know ?!”

“I-I know…”

“And you should try to eat more properly too ! You seem pretty strong but depriving your body of food for a long time is not good !”

“I….I’ll try…”

Now you feel like you’re moralizing him. “sigh Sorry it’s just…You seem very nice. And I think you should try to take better care for yourself ! That’s all.”

“Y-You think I’m nice ?!”

“Well…yeah ? Is that odd ?”

“Well…it’s just…people usually think I’m a weirdo….” He slumps his head down. This surprise you, sure he’s not…the most normal person you’ve met but he clearly means well. Does he get a hard time even tho he’s trying to do good ?

“H-hmm..” He perks his head back up. “T-thank you…By the way…for the food…”

“Oh ! No problem !” You smile at him and your pretty sure he smiles back from under his collar.

The pizza finally arrives at your table. The vigilante suddenly gets all excite like a little dog. He thanks the worker who brought it about 5 times and then is about to take a piece when he suddenly stops.

“O-Oh ! H-hmm…M-my bad…You paid for it. Y-you should serve yourself first…”

“Oh no no !” You say. “I’m not hungry ! I ordered it for you ! Take it all !”

“R-Really ?..” He looks at you with surprise. You reassure him by nodding and smiling. He starts beaming with joy and starts eating the pizza with vigor. You are happy to see him enjoying a good meal. You have a feeling he doesn’t often do so.

In a few minutes the whole pizza has disappeared. The vigilante breaths a sigh of relief. “This was…really really good. Thanks again….I-I’ll repay you of course !”

“Oh ! So you do have money ?”

“N…no…Well, not now…But hmmm…one day ?” He looks at you with an awkward unsure smile. You smile back.

“It’s a promise then.”

And so, you make your way home. The vigilante insists to walk you home like the gentleman that he is. It IS getting very late so you actually enjoy the reassuring company. You wish each other goodnight and you make the Vigilante promise to go straight to bed after this. And you make your way to your bed. One day he’ll pay you back, huh ? Well…let’s hope this day comes soon so you can chat with him again.

#hunger fic #hunger growls #hunger kink #hunger #male stomach growl #the vigilante #hungry tummy

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razorblade180-heated · 2 years

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A Safe Space

[This is your official horny content warning. Also modern au I guess]

Weiss, daydreaming: *holds coffee*.…

Ruby:Weiss?

Weiss:…..

Ruby:….Poke

Weiss:!? Huh!? What did you say?

Ruby:Nothing. You just seem out of it. You okay?

xxxxx

A few hours earlier, before the morning could truly begin, Weiss found herself in her apartment bed. Instead of resting however, much needed steam was being blown off as she panted in feverish bliss; all thanks to her boyfriend Jaune, who had stayed over the prior night to help with studying.

The young man was just as pent up, if not more, on his knees between her legs and fucking her roughly until they worked up a sweat.

Weiss:Aaaaah! Ja-unnne slow down~

Her mind was foggy, hips in his grasp while he ravaged her. Weiss reached out to press her hand and against his stomach, feigning an attempt to stop him from shoving all of his length inside of her. Even with her being the stronger of the two, Weiss couldn’t find the will to stop his advances.

Honestly, to be treated in such a manor! He was being such a brute. So…aggressive, relenting…big. Even as she whimpered and mewled, it didn’t stop him from pounding her. All it did was make Weiss slip up.

Weiss:Nnnng! Please, daddy~

Immediately, almost like a car crashing, Weiss’s mind hit the breaks and she covered her mouth like if she had cursed. It was too late though. Jaune had stopped was looking down at her. Both of them with red faces and shocked eyes.

Jaune:Did you-

Weiss:Shut up.

Jaune:But-

Weiss:*covers face* I said shut up! Ugh, oh my god. I didn’t- it was an accident!

Jaune:*leans down* Weiss?

Weiss:Not here.

Jaune:Hehe, you know it’s fine right? If you’re into that kind of thing. I was just caught off guard. So you have a bit of a daddy kink? *red* Nothing wrong about wanting to be a good girl.

Weiss:*flustered* Not funny! It doesn’t make sense; plus it’s weird!!!

Jaune:Weiss, I promise you that it’s okay. I’m actually a little flattered. Didn’t think I made you feel that good.

Weiss:…So you don’t think I’m weird now?

She can here him chuckle. His hands gently grab her wrists and pull her hands away. His face was only a breath away before he kissed her quickly, then put some of his weight on top of her.

Weiss’s body shivered, feeling him begin to thrust down deep inside of her. His hips weren’t moving as fast, but that didn’t stop him from being any less rough, delivering powerful thrusts that made her legs shake and arms hold him. It didn’t help at all that his grunts were right by her ear.

Weiss:H..Hold- mmngh ahhh!

Jaune:Can I hear it again?

Weiss:*whimpers* I..I can’t~

Jaune:Yes you can, Weiss. *whispers* Let me see you be a good girl, or I might have to stop. *kisses ear*

A heat rose in her, slowly burning down a wall.

Weiss:Da…addy. Aaaah, Daddy~

Jaune:Yes?

Weiss:Faster. I want it so much faster! Please!

Jaune:Of course. How can I say no?

The bed rocked hard, withstanding Jaune’s new speed into Weiss’s soaked walls. Again and again, she moaned his new title, making her blush that much deeper, but also rewarding her with a hard thrust that made her want to say it all over again.

Jaune:God, you’ve never been this wet! You’re really feeling it!

Weiss:Whose fault is that!? You’re never this rough! I can feel it…all the way~

Jaune:Oh? Feel what exactly?

Weiss:*blushing* You’re so mean.

Jaune:Just one more time. Tell me, what’s inside you? *grabs hands* Who’s inside you?

Weiss:*bites lip* D-

xxxxxx

Ruby:WEISS!

Weiss:*red* Huh!?

Ruby:Why do you keep spacing out!?

Weiss:Oh….Exams start tomorrow. I’m just caught in my head about.

Ruby:Oh. Well relax! You’ll be fine. Anyways, let’s hurry to class. Gee, you gotta learn to unwind. Let your hair down a bit.

Weiss:Yeah, I guess you’re right.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby whiteknight

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faustquillpen · 1 year

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Apollo Justice x Reader from Apollo's POV, writing style to emulate the game

Warnings for death mentions, injury mentions, pretty much what you would expect from the game. Let me know if I need to tag more.

[There will be a dog mentioned in the story, but a cat or other pet can fit too if the reader desires!]

Chapter 1: Ruff Day (sfw)

|Prev| |Next|

Apollo: Red

Apollo's thoughts/muttering: (Red with parentheses)

Trucy: Blue

Reader: Purple

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N - No! Get away from me!

Heheh, I'm just tryna get a lookacha

Fuck off!

Augh....!

Crash!

Is he... Dead?

Someone call the cops, I saw them push that dude!

No! He must've lost his footing or something, please...!

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April 18th, 7:00 AM

Wright Anything Agency

New case, Apollo! But you miiight not like it...

(It's been a bit since the last case... Whatever it is it's better than cleaning this place for the 100th time) Oh yeah?

Yeah... They denied it at first, but now they're saying it was them! Daddy thinks they're hiding something... And Daddy usually is good at guessing!

(Hiding something by taking credit for a murder? That doesn't seem right.)

He was some sorta creep anyway, the "victim" I mean. Known for harassing people of all genders. A sleezeball with a record.

(Sigh, I guess it's better than nothing.) I'll at least talk to them I guess. Your Dad better be right about this though.

He's always Wright! ... Eh? Eeeh???

Shut up. You've used that joke before.

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April 18th, 7:35 AM

Detention Center

Visitor's Room

Well, we're here.

I wonder where the defendant is?

....!

(Oh!! It's... I-it's)

You're that sweet guy I met last week ... Apollo I think?

(They remembered my name!!!!!) OH hey!!! (oh no oh no oh no I am not prepared for this!!!)

Ummm...

(Oh yeah! This must seem weird) Oh! I'm a defense attorney!!! Defense attorney Apollo Justice that's me hah

You mean Jupollo Astice...?

(shut up shut up shut up shut up)

*Giggles*

(Oh no, they're still really cute...!)

Ah-em. I'm Trucy, the best assistant and magician, and we're gonna defend you!

(Wait I hadn't agreed to that yet!!! I... Can I defend someone who I feel this way about...? It's so hard to focus when they're around... Augh!!! They're looking at me again!)

But I uh... I really did it. Yeah.

Hmmmm kinda sus to me, bro

(They won't look me in the eye, there's something extra going on here... How can I show them I know for sure they didn't do it?)

[Present Paper Ladybug]

Take That!

Huh? Oh! It's...

Do you remember this?

Y... Yes

You cried when you thought you killed a bug. I really don't think you'd ever be able to kill a person.

Okay... *Sigh* I'll tell you the truth. It happened at around 3 in the morning at my apartment, I had invited him in since he was the landlord and said he needed to fix something. He started to try to touch and flirt with me... It was.... It was my dog... They were protecting me! The police will kill them if they find out!!!

(The... Dog...?)

Awww, so you're trying to protect your puppy!

I don't want [Dog name] to be punished!! They were protecting me from that creep!!! But he fell over from the momentum when they bit him on the arm... Plus...

Plus?

I heard... There was a witness walking past my open door who said I pushed him into the table on purpose...

(Liar!!!)

Woah Apollo, you look really intense right now! Like you're gonna rip off a chunk of the table!

Oh-uh... S-sorry (I guess I just got really mad for a second...)

Woah... Cool...

(... They think I'm cool!!!!? F-face... Flushing... I think I hear Trucy snickering at me...)

So... You're going to defend me then?

YESOFCOURSE IfYoullHaveMe... You don't have to say yes or anything ahah...

... I.. I'd really like that...

OKAY!!! *cough* Okay. We'll uh... Start on the investigation and... See you tomorrow!!!! Aaaah!!!

Well... There he goes... Well! Goodbye [name]! Don't worry, we'll get you an innocent verdict!

I... I trust you guys. Thank you. Oh and uh... Will you go to my apartment please? My poor dog is probably hungry and confused....

Sure thing!

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April 18th, 9 AM

[Name's] Apartment Complex

So... Why exactly are we here?

Well, you'd know if you weren't such a dork and ran off!

... I... Had a thing I had to do, okay!!!

Apollo, I found you holding your chest trying to calm your breathing down right outside the detention center.

... Shut up.

Heheh, whatever you say.

(Why me...)

Okay, we're here! They said the food was on top of the fridge...

(Food...? I thought we were watering some plants of someth-- EEK)

Woof

(That's the murder dog!!!! And it's... Licking Trucy's face and wiggling)

Wuf wuf!

Hehe! They said you were sweet as long as we were friendly. Good dog!

(I guess I'll keep this in mind in case I need to "defend" the dog too...)

Snooping time!

Wh- Nonononono we can't!!!

Ooh, a diary~

Put it down put it down put it down put it down

C'mon Polly, maybe it'll give us info on the night of the murder! If could be important! We'd of read it during any other investigation! If you didn't have a crush on the defendant.

IDONTHAVEA--

Awww, the night of the murder is blank. Hmmm....

Trucy. Seriously. It's not right to go through it

Relaaaaax, I'm just looking for one particular day... Ah! Here it is

Trucy....

April 6th....

...!

Went to the art fair today, got some cute dog sculptures.... Blah blah...

We really should put it down--

... Aaaand today I met a really cute guy!

WHAT?! LEMMESEE!!!!

Oh yeah?? What about it being wrong? Heheh

Well-- it is but I... ugh

Hahaha! Your face is soooo red!!! Anyways I was joking, this is a completely blank notebook.

Oh.

Aw, now I feel bad. You look like you just deflated. ... Just kidding it's hilarious.

Mehhhh...

[End Chapter]

Next chapter will be a nsfw fantasy/dream so I have an excuse to do nsfw before you two actually have time alone together!!! WOO!!

#apollo justice x reader #apollo justice #ace attorney #ace attorney apollo justice #ace attorney fanfiction #fiction #fanfiction

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[Unraveling the Shattered Secret]

Murr Hart - 2024 Valentine’s Day SR Card Translation (Commission)

A HARMLESS QUESTION - CHAPTER 1

Murr: *nom nom* This meat is so wonderfully tender, I might not need my teeth to chew it!

Snow: The seafood terrine is also exquisite—Mia has great taste.

Murr: Speaking of Mia’s tastes, remember that cage? Quite the show of her ardency, wasn’t it!

”I can't stand to see him taken away from me. He will be mine,” [must be what went through her mind.] If not straightforward to the point of naivety, what else could best describe how she acted, guided by such irrational feelings?

While that might not be her love in its entirety, I’ll grant that the cage constitutes one manifestation of it.

Snow: Her love was too egoistic than I’d prefer. Though I must say, the desire to lock up your loved one somewhere beyond anyone’s reach...is no stranger to me.

Murr: Wow! Did I really hear that from you? Because that sounded more like something White would say.

Snow: What?

Murr: I mean, wasn’t it White who dissuaded you from leaping out into the world in an attempt to confine you both in your own little sphere?

Snow: …Is now really the time to discuss such a sore and delicate topic? Much less with you, the root of it all?

Murr: What do you mean? The opportunity has presented itself, hasn’t it? If not now, when else can we? Tonight? Tomorrow? In a hundred year’s time?

Snow: Goodness… Enough. Having this conversation with you will spoil the feast Mia took the time to prepare.

A HARMLESS QUESTION - CHAPTER 2

Murr: Sooo, are we done talking here?

Snow: Why, yes. I did not sit here to kill you, after all.

Murr: Oh, I see. And here I thought you cut the conversation short because it became unfavorable for you!

Snow: …

Murr: That, or talking to me reminded you of the gravest mistake of your life. Or perhaps, despite committing such tragedy, you still…

Snow: …The nerve of this deranged whippersnapper to presume on my leniency. Don’t you dare push your luck.

Today is the day I read you your last rites. Have you bid goodbye to your beloved moon?

Murr: What?! Not even close~! ≪Eanul Rambul>>

Snow: ! Chocolates? In a dish styled like stained glass… Quite elegant, I must say…

Murr: You love a good stained glass piece, right? Treating yourself to something sweet while admiring what you love could help cancel out the exasperation you feel! Help yourself! Bon appétit!!

Snow: ...Goodness. Why, you are proving quite the… One day, I’ll find myself regretting, yet again, that I didn’t kill you when I had the chance.

Murr: Is that so? Then I better prepare heaps of chocolates for when the time comes!

The world is brimming with all things riveting, dazzling, and frightening I have yet to encounter–I’ve got better things to do with my life than die!

AN EXCITING GAME OF TAG?

Murr: Aaaah! Book it!!

Akira: Murr!? What’s going on? How come you’re darting around like that?

Murr: I’m playing tag with Snow!

Akira: You and Snow? That’s not something you ever see. (Aww, who knew they were close…)

…... Hm? Er, is it just me…or do I feel an oddly chilling breeze coming from that direction…

Murr: That’s Snow inching closer as we speak! He’s gonna catch me!

Akira: You mean, Snow is the source of this cold wave? This is turning out of hand—like dead of winter levels of cold…!

Murr: Snow fell silent in the middle of our debate about solitude. I took that as a sign we were done and got up from my seat. But then he started chasing after me! And so began our game of tag!

Akira: Um, what? Seems to me like he blew his top and he’s chasing you for real…! If I recall correctly, didn’t something similar happen at Miss Mia’s castle?!

Murr & Akira: !?

Akira: T-The wall just exploded and collapsed…

Murr: Hahaha! Whoops! He caught up to me!

Akira: Now is not the time to be so easy-going…! Oh no! He came in through the wall that caved in!

Please, Snow, I need you to calm down! I totally understand how you feel, but kindly put away your magic ite– NOOO!!

#mhyk #promise of wizard #mhyk snow #murr hart #masaki akira #mhyktl #I'm not eloquent enough to be translating mhyk pieces forgive me

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Hello and happy El WooWoo to you all. Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tag back and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe‘s tag just arrived in my activity box!

Surprise, it is Thesis Wednesday after all! I know I said last Sunday that it’s going to be thesis free here, but to my dismay I found another Darling That I Might Have To Kill:

As indicated earlier, the term "queer women" is used instead of "lesbians". This is because there are more sexual identities than homosexuality. Yet homosexuality is the most common depicted in media (Bond, 2015; Sender, 2011). Bisexuals and pansexuals are depicted less because they threaten binary ideas about identity. This is why bisexuality is often portrayed as “one or the other” (Allen, 2022). Bisexual women are still portrayed as prone to cheating (Diamond, 2005). Asexuals are almost completely invisible, or they are not taken seriously by the media (Chen, 2020). Most of the characters are cisgender (Nölke, 2018) and trans women who appear in the media are often victims of (sexual) violence (Abbott, 2022) or they’re seen as a threat to cis women (Gill-Peterson, 2023). There has been improvement in recent years, with TV series such as Pose, starring trans women of color (Joyrich, 2022), but several articles indicate that there is still much room for improvement and argue for intersectionality (Annati & Ramsey, 2022 ; DeCeuninck & Dhoest, 2016; Rodriguez, 2019; Yue, 2014).

Basically, like other Kill Your Darlings, thesis edition, I don’t have to fully get rid of it. I just need to shorten it. This has proven to be quite difficult, since I think all information is relevant. Same can be said here with this snippet. But I guess I will have to cut out all from “Bisexuals and pansexuals...” to “... media (Chen, 2020)”, so that the core still stands: other sexualities are underrepresented.

The conflicting thing is that on one hand my advisor tells me to trim most of my theoretical background down (I mean, it is indeed too long), but on the other hand I need to show what the literature says about the core statements that I am presenting. This conflict is bigger with previous snippets that I have shared, but ugh, that is the pain of being limited to a thesis format. Might fuck around and obtain a PhD after all, only so that I have more room to include stuff. (That is a joke, I am not sure if I want to do a PhD.)

Anyway, I have also started the interviews. I had two today. Two more tomorrow. Two more on Friday... and so on. I need to transcribe a lot but the good news is that I genuinely love it. I absolutely enjoy hearing other people’s opinions on it. The two interviews of today also felt, well, inspiring almost. It was so nice. Aaaah.

The Dutch version, + a fun gif + the weather under the cut.

And now, te weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias@takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa/@wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans

#tagged in #wip wednesday #thesis lol

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bboisawesome · 1 year

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Probably lmk season 4 spoilers. I type things and rant without thinking so, just a fair warning.

We good?

Okay….

First things first…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

WHAT!?!?

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN!!! HOW DO I BEGIN!?!?

I just wanna say, I might have missed certain contexts because I watched English sub on YouTube, and I was freaking out the whole time. So if there is something I miss or misunderstand that might be why.

I guess some simple thoughts is where I’ll start?

Official monkey MK design!! How are y’all feeling about that one!?!? My boi was glitching and I felt real bad for him!

I couldn’t really tell if they were trying to say he was also born from a stone, or if Monkey King somehow made him? Or…what? Or if it was purposely vague just so they could do the whole, “It doesn’t really matter who you are, you are who you choose to be thing.” I was slightly confused and freaking out.

Either way, I was screaming the whole time. I died when MK called Pigsy his dad, because yes! He is. And my boi Pigsy really had the gall to say he was more of a godfather!?!?!? MK says you’re a dad? You’re a dad!

Which also, MK kind of went ahead with calling Azure Lion Uncle, soooo…confirmed Wukong dad as well?

MK getting all the dad’s and uncles. Kind of jealous. Even if some of them are causing issues. Especially Azure. Not cool dude.

They really heightened the MK angst this season and AAAH!! I can’t handle it!

Seeing the crew with the old crews weapons and stuff was super cool too! I like how during the training scene they had qualities that their past lives or ancestors or whatever hadn’t learned or learned as quickly. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t also learn from the past. Mei is awesome, but I agree girl has to plan ahead more and stuff. I love her to death though.

Pigsy’s was nice to see. (Also soup bending from my man Pigsy.) He may be a bit tough on the outside, but he really does care for his friends and family, and I love that! Now he just needs to get super strong to help them out!

Calling Tang out was funny. My poor useless scholar shall be useless no more! Flex those brain and courage muscles boi! It was so cool to see more of Tang’s abilities!

And Sandy was perfect all along. I always knew it. 😌 I love how the dude kept sticking silver stars on him. 😂😂 His only flaw? Maybe being a little TOO nice. But, even Sandy knew that and can probably adjust accordingly. He had that character growth in season 2. 😂

Usually I like torturing characters I like, but seeing MK suffering and sad made me sad, and I just wanted someone to hug him. Which he got when reunited and getting his friends out of heaven! So I’ll take it! My boi was still glitching though. Someone gotta do something about that.

There was just so much, I can’t even think of it all or what I want to say or do, besides screaming. Plus I was a little confused in places because I am dumb and it is late. I am definitely gonna rewatch a couple times, and absolutely rewatch when the dub comes out! So maybe my thoughts will be in better order by then? Hopefully I’ll process it more by the time the special or finale comes out? Whichever it may be?

Until then, sorry for my insane ramblings. I just needed to process and yell some more.

I don’t even know how I’m gonna sleep or go to work tomorrow like a normal person! Especially after that cliffhanger!!! AAAAH!!

Definitely gonna look for something to draw too! I need to draw something! Okay, okay…I’m chill. I’m cool. See y’all later, and I hope you can process this new season well.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid season 4 #lmk season 4 spoilers #lmk season 4 #lego monkie kid spoilers #spoilers #rant #lmk rant #I know this probably makes no sense #I just had to write it down!!!#also wanna say I was proud of myself for recognizing the river that made Zhu Bajie and them preganant in jttw lol #love how Tang noped out of there XD #he knew what that water was and he wanted no part of it!

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multifandomloversthings · 2 years

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All the things left unsaid

Summary: y/n and hangman have always been clearly head over heals for each other, but what happens when he leaves without either of them explicitly saying how they feel.

Pairing: Jake “ hangman” Seresin x female!reader

Warning: Angst, major character death

A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever fic so I’m sorry if it’s not great! But I hope you like it!

Y/n sat outside on the back porch of the hard deck. There was a dark blue hue in the sky as the sun had just set. She clutched the note maverick had just handed her, she couldn’t bring herself to read it.

She couldn’t read it because then she would have to face her fear, her fear that he was actually gone. That she would never hear another witty remark out of Jake “hangman” Serensins mouth again.

They never openly admitted there feelings to each other, but you would be blind if you couldn’t see that y/n and hangman loved one another. The constant flirting between the two, that each would worry about the other, the constant flow of texts from one’s phone to the next. And yet y/n never said those three simple words to him “ I love you” and never will as Jake was killed on his latest mission.

“hey y/n/n want a hand closing up as I’m still here.” Hangman called to her. See she would work late shifts closing up for penny at the bar when she could, mostly because Jake would come in with his other aviator buddies and was always kind enough to stay and help her out. “ are you saying this out of pity Seresin because it was your fellow pilots who left the bar a mess.” She chuckled to herself, “maybe or maybe I just want to spend some time with the gorgeous bartender who works here.” He always knew the right things to say to her. “ also I’m leaving tomorrow morning for the mission and I’m not sure when I’ll see you next.” Ah the mission, Jake had been coming here since his OG topgun days so y/n was no stranger to him getting shipped off to the middle of no where but he always came back so it didn’t bother her. “ you’ll be right back here in no time like always flyboy” he just put on a stoic grin at that comment. She didn’t know this was going to be his most dangerous mission yet, and he wasn’t going to tell her. “ your right y/n/n but just in case…” she just had to cut him off, “ no not today we ain’t going to do none of that sappy stuff Jake you will make it home and I will have your favourite beer chilling here ice cold like I usually do.” “ ok I guess that’s how it’s going to be I’ll text you before I leave.” And with that y/n’s last interaction with hangman ever came to a close. God she wished she just let him speak.

By now it was dark, and the bar was lively behind her. She thought “ to hell with it” and opened up the letter.

Dear y/n,

Im sorry we never got to be together I always hoped we would someday get that chance. You make me a better person, I feel as though I can be myself around you and I haven’t had a person like that in a long time. Even with me being gone and all please take care of yourself, I always hated seeing you cry. I wanted to tell you I really did. Tell you about everything my feelings, the mission but the voice in my head kept telling me you deserved better than me. I’m sorry I never told you I loved you I really did. I think we will be together in another life time.

With much love,

Flyboy <3

God that nicknamed chocked her up. At this point she was sobbing, not caring if patrons from the bar saw. She was just so upset that there was so much left to tell him. She loved him more than anything, why did her fear of rejection keep her from being happy.

***2 weeks later***

Y/n was visiting his headstone. She laid the flowers that she brought and sat down in silence. The cemetery was nice it sat on a tall hill overlooking the ocean. She could hear the birds chirping and the waves crashing beneath her. It was nice, it was the first time in 2 weeks she had felt at peace. She stayed for awhile maybe a bit to long but who was to judge. Just before she left she knew she had to do one more thing. She got up and went to speak for the first time since she got there, “ I love you Jake and I’m sorry for all the things I left unsaid.” And with that she kissed the headstone and left.

#jake seresin #hangman #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #top gun #topgun maverick #topgun x reader #glen powell #hangman fanfiction #hangman seresin x reader #hangman x y/n #hangman x you #hangman angst #multifandomloversthings

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emperor-palpaminty · 2 years

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was thinking about Tech working on a project while his partner presses soft kisses to his tense shoulders in hopes to get him to relax. just. Tech getting some gentle love and attention makes my heart warm every time

AAAAH yes

Sorry i know this isn't tech but THIS GIVES ME TECH VIBES SO MUCH. Gn pronouns!

Also i love this but i really want to switch the roles because i just really need some forehead kisses

The light above your head blinked lazily, giving you spurts of the sight of the project under your hands. You exhaled and raised your hands up, splaying your fingers on your forehead as your sight became bleary from staring and trying to finish this project.

There was not a deadline. But you had to finish it tonight.

You couldn't explain it but the wire to finish was pulling harder, tightening your chest, winding around your ribs and weaving a net of stress. It was heavy, and it couldn't catch all your thoughts in your regular ebb and flow. With a groan, you rolled your shoulders, staring hard at the now bleary words, flickering- the datapad was low on power despite its long life.

You didn't even hear Tech until he slipped next to you, and a black gloved hand appeared in your vision. "Rest, love." He started to remove it. "I can charge it."

"Tech." Your voice was whinier than normal, making you cringe but you couldn't care less. "I have to finish-"

"You will finish nothing." Tech held the datapad above his head so, even as you stood, you could barely reach the object. "Not until you sleep."

Tears were hot on your eyes, and your voice cracked. "Please," Your words broke. "I need- need to,"

Tech's other arm went around you as he pulled you into him, and his lips were familiar, calming against your skin. "Need to what?" He whispered against you, cradling you against him.

"Do good." The confession was hoarse. "I need to do good."

"And you are. This one project does not validate or invalidate your exsistance." The trooper cupped your cheeks, lips still speaking words on your forehead. "You do so much good. You already do."

You sniffled, head shaking. More so out of exhaustion, but even as you were held to Tech, you started to feel a little more real, a little more there.

You were there long enough for Tech to lean back on the desk you were formerly crying over. "How about a solution? A compromise, if you will?" You only offered a gulping sound mixed with a tired sob. "I suggest you nap." He reeled you closer to him. "I will read over your work and edit it as necessary while this thing charges. Did you know you cannot spell when you're tired? Honest, darling, a second pair of eyes will do you wonders."

The wire unraveled- just a little. Enough for your heart to start beating regularly again. "Promise you'll wake me up?" You felt him scoot into the chair, tugging you against him and allowing you to settle in his lap. You always felt small here- insignificant, but swaddled in love.

Tech gave a noncommittal hum. "I shall awaken you once your normal circadian cycle is fully achieved and back in its proper ordering."

"Sounds like a lie of omission. You said you would wake me up when it's totally charged." His heartbeat throbbed under your ear, and you whispered, "You're totally lying."

"I'll wake you up when you are rested." He kissed your head again, and you found it a little easier to breathe. "So sleep darling. You need this, and I need you fully functioning so I can tear into you about your awful grammar."

You giggled, and he smiled into you. Somewhere in between his whispering of words and the soft typing of the holopad, you drifted off, the wires loosened on the loom of your ribs.

Perhaps you didn't get this done tonight- but it did not matter. Tomorrow was as certian as Tech's quiet critiquing of your spelling.

#tech #tech x reader #tech x you #tbb reader insert #tbb tech x reader insert #minty writes

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