#it must feel strange for him 💔

[kuruna]

Sooooooooo messed up that Xanthos was a father at some point. I keep thinking about his sons 💔 idk how much I want to develop them as characters but I do think being a parent (and later a grandparent) impacted the way Xan interacts with the world ..... I also think he misses them dearly ��

[lilioopdf]

everything in between

pairing: reader x literally anyone i think (no names are mentioned!)

notes: fluff, 0.6k words, no warnings i think (except maybe one word that just means poop)

a/n: hi!! it's been awhile 😓 i wrote this a few weeks ago but i was too busy to edit it and then i started disliking it so i ignored it but i think im p okay with how it is now! if you’re reading this, i hope you’re having a lovely day/night rn and thank you for reading!! 💗💗 (also if anyone here sees this and knows how to properly tune the twt feed of a new acc please lmk 💔💔) okay that’s it please enjoy :p

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he’s been uncharacteristically soft lately.

not that you’re complaining— of course not.

not when he’s this close to you right now, his body heavy and warm between your legs, face buried into the crook of your neck.

out of instinct, you reach out and play with his hair, gently massaging his scalp, coaxing out a low groan from him, his chest rumbling with the sound as he shifts slightly to give you better access to the rest of his head.

it must’ve been the separation, you think. people say that anyway, that distance makes the heart grow fonder or something. it must be true, if the time away has resulted in this.

why else would he allow himself to be this close to you right now? when he’s done nothing but try to set boundaries this whole time, citing PR reasons and his career.

it’s a little strange, to be honest. having him this close to you. you wonder what it must be like to be able to just casually touch him like this, often. has anyone ever had the privilege?

a deep inhale from him snaps you out of your thoughts, as he lifts his head to look at your face, gaze still a little hazy with sleep. he blinks once. twice. before laying his head back down, sighing as he says quietly, “you smell nice.”

he whispers it as though it’s a secret, and you find yourself at a loss for words, only capable of mustering out a simple, “oh.”

the hand previously playing with his hair stills, and you let it drop off the couch, only for him to look back up at you, an almost panicked look in his eyes.

“don’t stop,” he pleads, reaching out after your hand. “it feels nice.”

you oblige, lifting your hand back up, a little awkwardly this time, as your elbow accidentally hits his shoulder. he jolts away, tensing up before relaxing again.

“shit- sorry,” you apologise, the words leaving you in a hurried mess.

he shakes his head slightly, his hair tickling your chin with the motion. “no, don’t apologise. i’m just a little sore.”

you wince. “sorry, maybe i should’ve woken you up to sleep on the bed instead.”

he’s quick to correct you, gently enveloping your hand in his as he speaks up again, “not from you. just— from training. it’s been brutal lately.” a pause. “i like this.”

you blink a few times, processing his words, before choosing to change the topic instead. “do you have any training today?”

he hums in response, shaking his head. “no, do you? have plans today, i mean.”

"no."

there's an even longer pause.

its awkward, and you want to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend to be asleep, the air heavy with the desire to ask the other for something that seems like too much.

he finally breaks the ice. "maybe we could hang out then." he lifts his head to look at you again, eyes looking at you almost a little expectantly.

a few seconds pass and then, finally— you nod, inhaling deeply. "yes, okay. we can... hang out. of course."

you're grateful for him, to even be this close to him right now, in more ways than one. despite the awkwardness at times, he's sweet to you, and consistently kind.

you're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way the corners of his lips quirk up into a small smile at your response, and you feel a gentle smile making its way onto your face in return. oh.

you're grateful for him, for you, and for everything in between.

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© lilioopdf 2024 – please do not plagarise, repost, or translate any of my work on this or other platforms

thank you for reading this far!! stay hydrated and stay safe!! 💗💗

[iliketangerines]

need a hanzo smut pls he’s so fine and nobody seems to write for him💔

for my honor

a/n: hanzo is pretty fine, but tbh, i can't see him anyone else other than kuai liang, which is why i think there's so little about him.

pairing: hanzo hasashi x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, cockwarming (sort of), mentions of pussyeating and overstimulation

Hanzo Hasashi had not thought much of you when he first saw you on his travels to the Mortal Kombat tournament

a man with a samurai sword, masked with your hair tied into a long ponytail

you were none of his concern, he was off to find and kill Sub-Zero at the tournament, and you were simply someone he crossed paths with

and then you kept appearing on his path, sometimes behind him, sometimes ahead of him, and he grew antsy, paranoid that you were someone Sub-Zero had sent to kill him

and then, one night by the fire as he laid down and looked at the stars, you came toward him, sword sheathed completely and hands in your robes

he asked you who you were, you said you were a samurai looking for the Mortal Kombat tournament and that you wanted to kill Sektor for destroying your clan

Hanzo didn’t know much about Sektor except that he was part of the Lin Kuei underneath Sub-Zero

and so your tentative friendship started

your travels to the tournament were mostly uneventful, but Hanzo learned about you on your journey to the island

you were gruff, voice low and gravely, and you always wore a mask to hide your face from the world, even Hanzo took off his mask at times to remind himself of his remaining humanity

you were a good companion, catching and killing prey to cook and eat with Hanzo, and although he did not need to eat as someone dead and reborn, he appreciated the thought

though it was strange how you never ate at the same time he did, he never saw you without the mask

you two grew close as you two got closer to the island, and he wondered what you looked like underneath it all, if you were as beautiful as he imagined

and then you both arrived at the island and Hanzo completed his task while you completed yours

you had been a beauty, sword deadly and bright as you flayed Sektor alive, easily and effortlessly as he made measly attempts against you

he would not forget your snarls and angry eyes as you killed him, and he found himself enamored with you and your deadliness

but, it had all been for nothing, and he came underneath the control of Quan Chi once more and found that his master had been the one to kill his family

and then he broke free, and he wondered where you were

you had been a good traveling companion, patient, firm and blunt yet still kind, but he shakes you from his mind and focuses on rebuilding his clan

and then one day while visiting the Lin Kuei rebuilt underneath Kuai Liang, he sees you, casually teaching the initiates some moves

you still look the same, maybe more tired, but there you were, masked with your ponytail high in your hair

he approaches you, a little nervous, feeling too warm despite the hellfire running through his veins, and you recognize him, eyes lighting up at the sight of him

he asks to catch up with you, to have a meeting between two old friends, and you agree and say there’s a night market in the town below tonight

the day passes by for him as he catches up with Kuai Liang, who asks how he knows of you

he says he met you on his travels to the first Mortal Kombat tournament, and Kuai Liang hums as he continues the meeting

Hanzo dresses himself to seem more casual, and he waits for you by the entrance

there you stand, mask still on, hair still up, but looking less deadly without the sword by your side

you bring him down to the markets and bring him around to the vendors, buying food and trinkets for him to take back to the Shirai Ryu

you do not eat and Hanzo urges you to, you must be starving

you seem hesitant but take off your mask, and Hanzo was wrong

you were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and he smiles at the sight of your face

you scowl at him and tell him to eat his food so that you two could go back up to the base, and Hanzo laughs before digging into his food

you two make your way up, and he bids you farewell

but he cannot sleep, and he decides to take a trip to the hot springs, to relax his mind and chase you away from his thoughts

he enters and finds you undressing as well, and he goes to greet you again, to make a joke about he always seems to find you

you take off your robe and bandages wrap around your chest, thick and tight, Hanzo watches in silence, confused, were you harmed?

but you take them off and when you do, Hanzo realizes why you never take off your mask and speak so low, you were hiding your body to avoid the stares of people, you were hiding to be a man and not risk the fate of a woman in a cruel world

you strip off the rest of your clothes, and Hanzo realizes he should not be watching, that he has invaded your privacy and he turns but knocks his head against the doorway

you whip your head around and grip onto your towel tightly as you spot Hanzo

Hanzo holds his hands up and says he did not mean to see and that he does not judge, you are someone he respects and he would never think of you differently

you lower your guard slightly and wave him to come over when he asks if he can join as well

he struggles to keep his eyes off you as you relax in the water and lean against the wall, your chest above the water, and Hanzo can see your body through the clear water

you were gorgeous, toned legs, plush chest, a million scars to tell your story

Hanzo shakes his head and slides into the hot springs across from you to try and relax, but he finds it harder and harder as thoughts of you run through his mind

you seem unbothered, eyes staring up into the ceiling as a red flush settles across your face, but your fingers nervously tap against each other

Hanzo notices and asks what’s bothering you, hoping that a conversation would distract him from his plight and growing arousal

you clear your throat and say it’s nothing, but you squeeze your thighs together and look away as you sink a little deeper into the water

Hanzo raises an eyebrow and suddenly he’s not so sure his feelings aren’t reciprocated

he gets a bit closer to you, and your eyes dart to him but you don’t move

Hanzo decides to try his luck and settles into the water next to you, pressing his shoulder into your yours, and you suck in a small breath

but you don’t move away, and Hanzo smiles

he leans into you, and you duck your head down as he asks if you’ve ever been to the hot springs before this

you turn to him and mutter out a no, and Hanzo smiles before reaching his hand up tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

he keeps his hand there, and he can almost hear the way your heart thumps in your chest

he asks if this is okay, and you breathe out a yes before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips

your hands come up underneath his arms and grip onto his back as he groans into the kiss

you taste so sweet, and Hanzo wants more

he cups the back of your neck to bring you closer into him, pressing his chest into yours and slotting his leg in between your soft thighs

he can feel the way your clit grinds against his thigh, and you let out little mewls of pleasure as you start to move your hips against his leg

he pulls away and moves his hands down to hold onto your hips and grind you against his thigh, and your hands move up to clutch onto his shoulders

he watches your face contort in pleasure as he grinds you on his thigh, and he loves how you look so fucked-out already

you whine as starts to bounce his leg in the water, and he smiles

you’re such a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?

he leans back down to kiss you, and you hands clumsily make their way down to stroke his hard cock

Hanzo groans at the feeling as you pump him, and you press your thumb into the slit to get him to let out a grunt

his hands dig into your hips, and his fingers leave small bruises as you stroke his cock and he grinds you against his thigh

your whines get louder, and you moan out that you need him right now, need him to fuck you please

Hanzo wants to sit you on the ledge of the hot springs, pleasure you with his tongue and his fingers until you’re a whiny boneless mess

he wants to tease you until you’re begging him for more, and he wants to make you cum so many times that you beg him to stop

but he wants to fuck you right now, needs to fuck you, and he lifts you up in the water so that your cunt lines up with his dick

he groans as you sink onto him, so wet and tight for him, and you’re no better, whimpering as you dig your nails into his back and tell him to move impatiently

he chuckles at your impatience, but he’s no better as he holds onto your hips and starts bouncing you on his cock, groaning at the feeling of you around him

you whine at the stretch and lean your head back, and Hanzo takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin

you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and it makes your cunt spasm around his dick

Hanzo groans and has to stop himself from cumming so soon, and he bites into your neck to regain his self-control

you whine at he feeling and your hips buck into his as he continues to fuck into you

you’re so warm and tight, and he wants to keep you like this in his arms, a strong samurai all needy and whiny just for him

he’s no better, a Shirai Ryu warrior reduced to a groaning mess as he bounces you on his cock, and he goes in to kiss you

you moan into the kiss, and he presses his tongue into your mouth, needing to taste you and your sweetness again

the sound of splashing water and yours and his moans echo in the hot springs room as you both reach your highs

you let out a loud whine as your cunt clamps down on Hanzo’s cock, and you cum

Hanzo grits his teeth and spills his seed inside of you, fucking the both of you through your orgasms, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder as he finally lets go of your waist

he traces the scars on your back as he lets his cock soften inside of you

but neither of you move to get off each other, too warm and drunk on the afterglow of pleasure to move, and the two of you sit in the hot springs relaxed in each other’s arms

finally, as your fingers start to prune, he slides out of you and gets out of the water, helping you out

the both of you dress, and he holds onto your hand before you can leave

he asks you what you two are, if this was just a fling or if it was something more, and he hopes you say it’s something more

you intertwine your fingers with his, and you say that you’ll have him if he’ll have you?

he smiles and pulls you in for a soft kiss, starting a new journey with his love

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

casual. l Marcus Moreno

💔 a few ways to break your heart 💔

Summary:  you misread his signals

Warnings:  angst, sad, a glass of wine, one broken heart

A/N: sorry for these scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

Your footsteps echoed through the hallway of the almost empty quarters of The Heroics. The containers of takeout food you were carrying warmed your hands. 

This Friday evening after a whole week of work and training should have been rewarded with a comforting meal. The smell of Chinese food, from your, and his, favorite restaurant pleasantly caressed your nostrils.

You turned right and headed straight to Marcus's office. You wanted to surprise him, especially since he had already told you in the morning that he would have to stay at work a little longer, and you knew how much he hated it.

You and Marcus weren't a couple, at least not officially. You had known each other for a long time, but something had changed in the past few weeks. 

You went out for dinner together, and then again. And after that Marcus invited you to the cinema, and then you went to some drive-thru, after you picked up your order you both kissed so intensely that it took you a few minutes to pick up all the fries from the floor of his car later.

And those funny emoticons he sent you when you exchanged messages. You felt like a teenager who had a crush on a boy. But it was so easy. 

Marcus was a fantastic and nice guy. He treated you the way you could only dream of, he listened when you talked to him and really tried to make you feel good around him. A smile appeared on your lips just thinking about him.

You were approaching the ajar door of his office and were about to go in when you heard Marcus talking to someone.

"Listen, we'll practice this at the next training, okay? I still have a lot of paperwork."

"Don't tell me you're going to sit here." Miracle Guy sneered. "It's Friday, dude! You could go out or something."

"I'm not stopping you from going out so..."

"What about that girl you've been seeing lately?"

A strange silence fell over the room, and you held your breath. Finally, you heard Marcus clear his throat and speak up a bit confused.

"What made you think I was seeing someone?"

You didn't see Miracle Guy's face, but you could imagine his suspicious expression when he said your name. "I think everyone noticed that you two were into each other. Invisi Girl saw you leaving the cinema last Saturday. Together."

"Yeah, we went to the cinema together." Marcus must have been very confused, because that's what his tone of voice sounded like. "But you know... That doesn't mean anything. It's casual."

A small needle stabbed itself straight into your heart. Your fingers tightened around the containers of food as you bit your lip to keep from making any noise. You wanted to curse out loud.

"Casual..." Miracle Guy repeated "She's really cool. Smart, funny and pretty. And she really likes you."

"Please, we're not dating." Moreno was already tense and uncomfortable "We went to see a movie together, but that's it. And please, let's not bring this up again, okay? We’re just friends."

"As you wish, Marcus. It's none of my business." Miracle sighed and you heard the creaking of the chair he was sitting on "I hope she thinks the same way you do."

"I'm sure she does."

You retreated to the empty office next door at the last moment before Miracle Guy left. You waited a moment longer until you heard the sound of typing in the other room and silently left your hiding place.

If anyone ever asked you about it, you didn't remember the way to your car. You simply woke up in your apartment, with two portions of the food you ordered, which you immediately put in the fridge because you didn't feel hungry anymore.

Marcus' words kept pounding in your head, and you felt worse and worse. It wasn't like you could already imagine yourself in a white dress after a few dates with him, but you really liked him. You had had a soft spot for him for a while now, and it seemed to you that he felt good around you, too. But maybe you just misread his signals? 

You poured yourself a glass of wine and ran a hot bath to improve your mood a little. Pleasant music bounced off the bathroom walls, but it didn't drown out the sound of an incoming text message. 

Your phone almost fell into the bathtub when you read the message from Marcus.

Hi. I thought that maybe, if you don’t have any plans for the weekend, you'd like to meet up? There's a festival not far from us, it could be fun. 😉 Let me know, I'll be waiting. 🫣🌹🌹

"You'll wait then." You mumbled to yourself and turned off your phone, putting it back in its place.

You didn't know if Marcus had texted you or called you yet. You spent the whole weekend alone and you felt really good about it. 

You took care of yourself because you wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't feel bad at all because of what you had heard. A few words couldn't hurt you, right? Marcus was right, it wasn't anything binding. 

Friends do things like that, right? They go to the cinema or out for dinner, and then they kiss in the car. Normal friendly things.

But Monday hit you in the face as soon as you sat down at your desk.

A familiar figure stood in your doorway. Soft brown eyes looked at you from behind thick glasses. You could even swear that you saw a mixture of joy and concern in them at the sight of you.

"Hi." Marcus greeted uncertainly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

You tried to act relaxed, as if this conversation was natural, as if your heart wasn't beating wildly in your chest. Marcus walked over to the chair in front of your desk and leaned on it with his hands, clearly confused and stressed.

"I've been texting you, trying to call..." he started, but you quickly interrupted him.

"I had problems with my phone." you lied without hesitation. "Was something wrong?"

"No, I just... I thought we could meet again. You know, Missy was at my mom's. I thought..."

"Marcus..." you sighed, and he felt a strange shiver run down his spine. "I think we should limit our meetings to formal ones only."

He frowned, analyzing your words. You didn't want him to find out that you had heard his conversation with Miracle Guy, or that it hurt you. It had to sound as natural as possible.

"Did I do something wrong?" he finally asked, a little scared "If so, then I'm sorry, I just... I really like you, you know. And I love spending time with you, not just here at work. I thought we..."

You stood up from behind your desk and rested the tips of your cold fingers on the counter. You would have given a lot for your voice not to tremble at that moment and luckily it didn't.

"Marcus, I don't think you're ready to move on..." you said, you saw his lips part in surprise, but you wanted to get it over with. You had been thinking about it all weekend and you didn't want to suffer any longer. "You're not ready to move on, and I'm not ready to be your friend. Just your friend. That's why I think we should only see each other at work. Only formally."

You could see that Marcus wanted to say something. Brown eyes were staring at you intensely, but before he could formulate a sentence, the sound of his phone echoed through the room.

"Answer it, it might be important." You said and sat back down in your chair trying to look calm.

"It's Miracle Guy, he can wait." Marcus mumbled, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"You're the leader of the Heroics, this call is important." You pointed it out to him. "And I have a lot of work today so if you could..."

He understood you without a problem. You didn't even look up as he headed out the door, closing it behind him.

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Thank you for your time.

[theworldendswithsho]

OKAY can you please hit me with some nanami wherein he is pinning for the reader? She’s insecure because the higher ups prefer her ex 💔

ALRIGHT here's my very first fanfiction in AGES! Sorry if its not great, I'm definitely rusty! I wasn't sure who to put in as the ex so I chose Kusakabe lol, hopefully that doesn't ruin it for ya. Enjoy!

warnings: very slight nsfw, mentions of sex, some angst

His Life's Work, Reimagined

Kento Nanami was a man dedicated to his life’s work. At least, that’s what he told himself after dropping out of life as a Tokyo businessman and returning to Jujutsu High as a teacher. He had nothing and no one else to dedicate himself to, after all. He was a sorcerer of immense talent, though he was humble and stoic. Though reserved and a bit stern at times, his students loved and respected him.

You, on the other hand, were having a hard time settling in as a teacher. Here you were, brand new to a job you loved, but you behaved so youthfully that your students had a hard time taking you seriously. Hell, you’d have a hard time taking you seriously. To make matters worse, you’re teaching alongside your ex-boyfriend, Atsuya Kusakabe. Before you’d landed the job at Jujutsu High, you had met him at a bar. You were there with a couple of friends from college, and he was there to have a drink after work with Nanami, the only teacher he really got along with at Jujutsu High. Nanami, being the responsible man he was, left after two drinks and got a taxi home. Your friends ran off with some guys they met at the bar, and there you were, alone, and there Kusakabe was, alone. A few drinks later, you went home together in the back of a taxi cab and the rest was history. 

He was handsome, but he was a fucking coward. He ran away with his tail between his legs, afraid of committing to you the way you wanted. Everyone at work noticed a strange tension between you and Kusakabe, but no one said a word. Everyone, Principal Yaga included, seemed to respect him, and no matter how badly you hated him, you had to smile and nod whenever his praises were sung. Several times, you tried to speak with Principal Yaga about how to engage with the students, and he told you to speak with Kusakabe, that he was a master at engaging with his pupils. Needless to say, you never spoke with him, and your teaching skills haven’t gotten any better.

Word gets out about a Special Grade curse in Shinjuku, and a meeting is called for all of the Jujutsu High teachers. When you enter the room, you expect to be struggling to keep your piercing eyes off of Kusakabe, but when Nanami walks in, you find your eyes have a new target. He was stony-faced, but awfully handsome, and his body seemed well defined, despite being hidden underneath his suit. Briefly, Nanami looks over his glasses at you and you suddenly look down, feeling your face go red. Did he catch you? What must he be thinking right now?

Principal Yaga assigns Nanami to the mission, and tells him he can pick any other teacher to bring with him as his partner. You look up, and Nanami’s gaze is steady on you. “Y/N will come with me,” he says with unwavering confidence. Your mouth falls open, and then closes again, before you nod your head. The meeting is adjourned and the teachers file out one by one, leaving you and Nanami alone to walk out together.

“Hello, Y/N. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Kento Nanami,” he says cordially, extending a hand.

You take his hand and shake it. “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.”

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You leave Jujutsu High late in the day. The mission goes off without a hitch. The curse is exorcized, and the city of Shinjuku is safe again (for now). You yawn, and Nanami looks up, noticing the bags under your eyes. He feels his heart tug upon seeing you look so exhausted. He quickly shakes his head, thinking to himself that he cannot let himself feel for a coworker. To do so would be unprofessional. And yet…

“You look tired. We should get you some coffee before we head back to campus,” he says, motioning with his chin in the direction of a cafe. You nod, and he straightens his tie before walking silently with you to the cafe.

It is there, over coffee, that he gives you advice on teaching. For someone so stoic, he was surprisingly caring and ready to engage in conversation. Sitting across from him at the small table and sipping your cappuccino while he had his black coffee, you began to realize he was even more handsome than you’d thought. His hair was neatly kept, his face was chiseled and strong, yet possessed a kind of grace that was uncharacteristic of such strength. His normally downturned lips would quirk upwards sometimes during conversation, or when he had a particularly delightful sip of his coffee.

You both stood up from the table after finishing your coffee, you stretching your arms over your head and Nanami straightening his suit jacket. He held the door for you as you left the cafe, and you made your way back to Jujutsu High without a problem. You found yourself thinking about him, and how truly mature and responsible he was. You felt your heart flutter, and then you squeezed your eyes shut. I can’t fall in love with another teacher again. If this goes badly, my job will be twice as hellish as it is now.

Little did you know, Nanami was in the dark of his room on campus thinking about you, too. Thinking about your dainty hands around your coffee cup, and then around your weapon, and then around him. Suddenly, he had a new reason to go teach every day, and it wasn’t that he was dedicated to his life’s work.

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During a lunch break, you observe Nanami and Kusakabe sitting together and chatting. You feel your stomach clench nervously. How could I have forgotten they were friends? They were at the bar together that night, weren’t they? You noticed Kusakabe’s eyes flicker behind Nanami and land on you, and you squeeze your lunch box a little tighter. Nanami, whose back is currently to you, follows Kusakabe’s gaze, and his lips upturn slightly upon seeing you.

“L/N, come sit with us. We were just talking about the mission last evening,” Nanami says.

I offer a fake smile and apologize. “Sorry, I was just about to take my lunch back to my classroom. I’ve got some lesson planning to do,” you say, and with that, you scurry out of the faculty room and back to your classroom. Nanami’s slight smile drops, and Kusakabe shakes his head. “If she wants to keep her job here, she’ll have to be a little friendlier than that,” Kusakabe mutters. Nanami looks confusedly at Kusakabe, who then explains that you used to date. Nanami feels a pang of jealousy in his chest upon hearing Kusakabe joke, “She must still be in love with me or something.”

The next few days at lunch, Kusakabe continues talking with Nanami about you. He always makes snide comments about your abilities as a sorcerer and as a teacher, and of course, your relationship together. Nanami senses your presence in the lunch room, and though Kusakabe is speaking quietly, Nanami decides to speak up so you know he was talking about you.

“Actually, L/N’s a pretty good teacher. I think she just needed time to settle in, is all,” Nanami says loudly. Kusakabe’s face drops and he shushes Nanami. “Kento, she’s in the room. Don’t need her knowing I’m talking about her.” Nanami nods in false agreement, and turns to you and gives you a slight smile when Kusakabe looks away.

You feel pride swell in your chest knowing that Nanami thinks highly of you. Who cares what your ex says, right? Nanami believes in you. The feeling of pride ebbs away as your thoughts run wild, and you begin to wonder if Nanami was just trying to save face. How much have they said about me when I wasn’t there? Does Nanami think I’m easy for dating Kusakabe?

You don’t know that Nanami thinks about you every morning when he combs his hair and puts on his cologne. You don’t know that he wishes he was waking up next to you in the morning, or cooking meals for you when he’s cooking for himself. You don’t know the way your name falls from his lips when his hands roam his body in the shower at night, after a long day of work.

~~~~~

You’re sitting at the your desk in your empty classroom, mulling over the lesson plans in your binder. You look up at the clock. Its 2:27, and Nanami is supposed to be here at 2:30. You feel your palms begin to sweat at the thought of being alone in an empty classroom with him, but wipe the sweat off on your skirt and resume mulling through your lesson plans. The door to your classroom is open, but there’s a knock. You look up, pleasantly surprised that Nanami is early, only to find Kusakabe leaning in the doorframe, looking at you with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” You say, disgust clear in your voice.

“Now, now, Y/N… You’re really going to have to be nicer to me than that. I’ve got a meeting with Yaga and some of the other teachers today to discuss your performance… and your behavior.”

Your eyes widen. Was he seriously blackmailing you right now?

“What do you want?”

“I want those teaching the next generation of Jujutsu sorcerers to actually be worth their salt,” he retorts. “Your performance has been lackluster, to say the least. Nanami’s the only reason Yaga hasn’t put you on administrative leave, yet.”

Kusakabe saunters over from the door frame, putting his hands on your desk and leaning over you.

“Nanami speaks real highly of you, y’know. You fuckin’ him?” he says in a low voice, leaning in close to you.

In the uncomfortable silence following that statement, you hear Nanami clear his throat. You look towards the doorway, and Kusakabe whips around and stands up straight. “Oh hey, Ken-”

“Save it, Atsuya. There’s nothing going on with me and L/N. I’ve been mentoring her in her teaching skills and I have seen genuine improvement. She is more than worth her salt, and she is more than capable of teaching the next generation. I advise you leave so I can go over lesson plans with her. And be very sure Principal Yaga will be hearing about this at the faculty meeting later,” Nanami says, his voice stern and low, a near growl.

Kusakabe rolls his eyes and stalks out of the classroom.

The air in the room suddenly feels very hot as Nanami pulls a chair over to your desk and sits next to you, looking towards the binder full of lesson plans on the desk. 

“Thank you, Nanami. For standing up for me.”

“Please, call me Kento,” he says in a honeyed voice, his eyes meeting yours and softening.

“Nan- I mean Kento,” you start, not yet used to the name change. “About what Kusakabe was saying… I know you said there’s nothing going on between us, but to be honest, I kind of wish there was.”

Your words hang in the air, and your face flushes. You expect Nanami to push his chair back, to tell you its unprofessional, to shake his head and pretend it didn’t happen. But instead, he smiles, a real genuine smile, and leans closer to you.

“I’ve been wishing there was something going on between us since I first met you at the mission briefing,” he practically whispers. His voice is steady, but it cannot conceal his longing for you. “Is this okay?” Kento asks, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod once, and that is all it takes for him to press his lips to yours.

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF AUGUST 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of august! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Drabble Request || @simp-4-jm🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ "I won't hurt you", "I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine's mine." & "could they make you feel this good ?"

My Love Is Here || @solemnreads🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.

New Guy || @kithtaehyung🔞✅

↳ all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he?

Distant Affection || @soobszzn💕✅

↳ doing everyday tasks wasn’t a hassle when jungkook was with you - even if that meant you were miles apart.

Every Side Of You || @folkookie97🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook is a devil when he's fucking you and an angel when he's out of bed. You need his aftercare just like you need his tattooed arm choking you so hard.

Late Night Drive || @trina864🔞💕✅

↳ You and your boyfriend take a late night drive through the city where you met, it starts out with love, ends with a round of fuck and love.

Bunny Talk || @woncon💕💔✅

↳ your hybrid is acting strange lately. When you're not enough to help, you call Seokjin over to check on Jungkook. The diagnosis is shocking.

Temporary Home || @lovelyglares💕💔✅💯

↳ Jin decides after months of peer pressure and arguments from his friends- to finally decide to adopt a hybrid to help diminish his loneliness and grief. He meets you, whom cant be adopted but he decides to try to foster you. Everything changes when you arrive. Suddenly, Jin’s unsure about the ‘temporary placement’ now. (this is a oneshot but i hope the author decides to do a series later on because i need some more seokjin fics)

(Un)Natural Instincts || @bangtanflirt💕💔🔄💯

↳ You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Bangtan's Receptionist || @wooataes💕💔✅

↳ Bangtan’s contracts are clear and concise. They are to be followed to the letter, including the most important rule, do not touch their men.

Collateral || @theharrowing🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Perks Of Being A Househusband || @sunnebeam💕🔄💯

↳ the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

Ramen Bullets || @flowerwrites06💕💔✅💯

↳ Yoongi had been good at avoiding conversations regarding commitment because of his career. Until his career forces him to face his own reality.

Hard Liquor || @chateautae🔞✅💯

↳ your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

Lace & Luxury || @kooktrash🔞💕✅💯

↳ Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

Only Her || @tbtssstuff🔞✅

↳ Kim Taehyung and his twin brother V always shared everything with each other. Food, clothes, and the love of killing. No one ever understood them until they move to Seoul and meet y/n, the pretty barista at the coffee shop down the road. Now they had to have you in their lives and no one could stand in their way.

Secrets We Keep || @yoongiofmine🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and  you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows you’re his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? 

Somebody Does Love || @bloomjoonie💔✅💯💯

↳ You never wanted to burden Yoongi with your problems, he was healing and you weren’t even close but he was your best friend and he’d always turn up for you.

Tricks Of The Trade || @stutterfly🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

Cool With You || @kooktrash🔞💕💔✅

↳ your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

For You || @fruitmins🔞💕✅

↳ Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls you for..

Gym Bunny || @bebejungkook🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

Kitty Brew || @hyukaslvr💕✅💯

↳ one of your favorite places was a kitty cafe in your town, your favorite place for a reason. yoongi, or as your roommate calls him ‘cat boy’, has been catching your eye every since you’ve went there for the first time. only going to the cafe for him, and the cute cats they have there ofc, when will you get the guts to actually talk to the boy beside telling him your coffee order everyday?

Made-Up Love Song || @floralseokjin🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

The Taste Of Sin || @shadowkoo🔞💔✅

↳ Following his sister's passing, Taehyung faced a daunting battle within himself, one where he eventually succumbed to the enveloping shadows that gripped his soul. Your task is to free him from the clutches of the black magic that now consumes him. The only problem? He doesn't want to be saved.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[oceansssblue]

Pairing: Platonic Therapist Echo and Omega.

Theme: Hurt/Comfort

I don't have an exact sentence, but this happens after Season 3 Episode 8. Omega expresses that she endured worse on Kamino than on Tantiss. Much worse.

During a subsequent talk between Omega and Echo, Omega alludes to how dark, and horrific, her past on Kamino is.

I understand if you're unsure about doing this, but I would absolutely love it if you did.

Non romantic oneshots aren't really my thing, but this request did lit up interesting ideas in my head, so why not?

One angsty heartfelt conversation with these two sweethearts coming right up, & some comfort too!

Hope it is what you imagined!

Xx,

Sky.

"QUIET NIGHTS"

TBB REQUESTS –NON ROMANTIC ECHO&OMEGA 📩💔💖

WARNINGS: REFERENCES TO DARKNESS, LONELINESS, KAMINO&TANTISS&ECHO'S TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE. TECH LIVES BECAUSE I SAY SO.

It was one of those quiet nights. Crosshair was out on a date. Tech had dissapeared with Phee hours ago; Hunter had quickly retired to his bunk after experiencing a strong migraine, and Wrecker was sound asleep too. However, Omega couldn't find her own sleep; and quickly taking a glance at his brother's room, he saw that Echo couldn't either.

Her naked toes quietly advanced in the direction of the cockpit. There he was; Echo sitting in the copilot's seat and staring distractedly through the window, out to the stars on Pabu's peacefull night. By the expression on his face, Omega knew his mind felt anything but that; Echo's frown transforming his features into something painfull. She wondered if he was having nightmares too.

"Bad memories?" She quietly asked, jumping onto the pilot seat besides him.

Echo sighed, still staring at the stars.

"Yeah" was his only quiet answer, and Omega gave him time.

She thought on her own nightmares for several minutes; trying to reorganize her thoughts.

"Are you having trouble sleeping after Tantiss?" Echo then asks, finally turning in his chair to pay her undivided attention.

Omega shrugs.

"Kinda".

Echo's features fill with sympathy.

"Must have been horrible, being trapped in there" Echo shudders, remembering his own experiences with closed spaces.

To his surprise, Omega shrugs again.

"Not really" she answers, strangely unbothered. "I mean, it's not like I wanted to be there... But I've had it much worse".

Echo stares at her, and Omega feels like she needs to explain herself. Her feet come up to rest on the edge of the seat, chin resting on top of her knees. She's unconsciously making herself small.

"Kamino. That was worse than everything".

Silence fills the room.

Echo frowns. He had had his own fair of bad experiences with the long-necks and the way he and his brothers were treated; but that being worse than being on Imperial control?

"How so?" He carefully asks.

Omega's answer breaks his heart.

"Loneliness. My days in Kamino were dark and challenging; same in Tantiss. But at least while staying in Tantiss I knew I had you, even if you weren't there. In Kamino, before I met you all..." she pauses and flinches with the memories of her past. "I didn't have that. Didn't have the knowledge that you'd be waiting for me, looking for me. That I had someone on my side. That someone cared. That I wasn't alone. In Tantiss I remembered all the happy memories I had with you all. It gave me hope. In Kamino... It was terryfying being so alone".

Omega hadn't meant to say as much; but once she had started talking, the words had flied out of her mouth. Echo's patient and listens carefully; eyes filling with understanding and left hand slowly extending towards her. When it lands on her shoulder and squeezes gently, Omega relaxes and sighs. Her big eyes turn back towards him.

"Did you..." she hesitates. "Did you feel alone when you were with the Techno Union, Echo? Or you... didn't feel anything at all?"

Echo's experience has always been a banned theme of conversation in the Marauder; but Omega asks with no malice, almost begging for someone to understand her, and Echo feels like she's revealed so much of her own feelings and thoughts he kinda owes it to her. He loves her sister so much... If sharing trauma will make her feel better and help her process her memories best, he'd tell her anything she asked for.

"I did, yeah" the tremble that breaks througj his body at remembering is inevitable. "I wasn't conscious all the time, but in the middle of the dizzyness and confussion, i remember being scared and terrified. I didn't understand what was happening most of the time. Sometimes I did. I just wanted to go back to my brothers, out of that... Thing, to be freed. To be me. Loneliness is one of the worst feelings in the world, yes."

It somehow soothes some internal part of him, speaking it out loud. Maybe this conversation will serve them both good.

Omega reaches out and mimicks his previous gesture; squeezing his shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Echo. I'm so happy I have all of you now..." her voice is soft and reverent.

Sadness dissappears from Echo's eyes. He looks at her; at how her features have morphed from a kid's to a teenager and then continued changing to a young woman. They're lucky to have her.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that too, Meg" he answers, quietly, gently.

He gives her a small smile, and stands up offering his hand to her.

"How about we both try to nap together, troublemaker?"

Omega smiles. It feels him with warmth.

"Alright" she agrees, slipping her hand onto his and walking with him in the direction of the bunk room. "A pair of hours is better than none. Cross won't be happy we invade his bed for the night, though".

Echo snorts.

"The motherfucker still complains about his perfectly comfortable bed when he's well aware I still sleep in a hammock" he mutters, then grins at her. "He'll be alright".

THE END.

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Pretty short but I didn't feel the need to expand it longer. Feelings everyonee. Hope you liked it!

Xx,

Sky.

PS. cryptic pregnancy w Hunter coming up next!

Back to my main masterlist here:

[leegemma]

I just had like the cutest idea omg

So like a lee!hanbin and ler!chan skz zb1 crossover

I thought that would just be the cutest thing ever💔

Thank you for your request, so sorry it took me so long to get to it! It was a bit strange for me to write a fic with both Hanbin's and Chan's names together 😅

I hope you like it though! (I know the tickling part is really short... but It was really hard to write, so sorry)

Enjoy:)

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Hanbin took a deep breath before walking into to the artist lounge. He was about to meet with one of his biggest inspirations. Zb1 is a relatively new group, and the members were thinking very highly of their seniors, but for hanbin...

He was so nervous to meet bangchan of stray kids, that his arms were shaking as he rested his hand on the door handle, ready to open the door.

See, today, hanbin was told he'll be going on a show as the mc together with a different groups leader. Hanbin was excited at the opportunity to interact with the kpop community. However, it seems that the details of how famous this "leader" is were not explained properly, and when he found out, hanbin freaked.

Ans so now, he was finally ready to try to impress the Australian no matter what.

He opened the door and peeked inside, Chan immediately stood up with a big smile and went up to give hanbin a hug. "You must be hanbin, right?"

Hanbin blushed and nodded tensly. "Y-yes, it's such an honour to meet you... and mc with you today!"

Chan laughed and patted his back, smiling when all the staff members left the two alone. "Oh jeez, you’re so formal. Come on, let's sit."

And so the two sat down. Chan was sat comfortably, while hanbin was visibly nervous, legs shaking and hands resting in his lap.

Chan noticed how the younger's knuckles were starting to turn white, and he chuckled, poking the boy's side, smirking when he jumped. "Why are you so scared of me? I promise I don't bite"

Hanbin's eyed widened as he trued to quickly deny the allegations, while rubbing his side to make the tingle go away. "I'm no scared, I promise! I'm just- I was just really nervous to meet you."

Chan sent hanbin a gentle smile and placed his hand on the hamster's shoulder. "We're both just people at the end of the day, no need to be so anxious."

The awkwardly conversed for a few more minutes before chan sighed and shook his head. "This isn't working."

Hanbin's face darkened, and his eyes filled with tears. "I know... I'm sorry, I'll- I'll leave. I'm sure they can find someone to replace me wit-"

Chan laughed loudly. "No no no! I mean, I can't let you stay so stressed next to me anymore."

Hanbin blushed even deeper. "Oh..."

Chan scooted closer to the boy. "You know... there's one thing I know that can bring people closer, but I'm gonna need you to trust me."

Hanbin nodded. "Okay."

Chan smiled. "Great,how about you just lay down on your back... just like that... and I'm just gonna side on your hips, is that okay?"

Hanbin stared confused as chan lifted his arms up and held both his wrists with one hand. "I'm sorry... I don't really get what this is for?"

Chan smirked. "Oh you will, in just a second..."

That's when Chan started scribbling into hanbin's ribs, eyes widening in surprise when the younger screamed and immediately started hysterically laughing. "Woah, didn't expect this much of a reaction."

"W-WAIHAHAT!!" Hanbin tried twisting and turning, his brain taking way to long to comprehend what was happening.

"Not until you feel more comfortable! You can relax next to me buddy. Or do you think I'm way too old?" Chan teased, digging into the poor boy's tummy.

Hanbin screamed and tried folding his legs up. "NOHOHO! I DON'T!"

Chan laughed, moving to squeeze the knees and thighs that kept trying to attack him. "Good... make sure it stays like that. Some people tend to call me old." He rolled his eyes at the thought of seungmin favorite nickname for him.

Hanbin squealed and eventually fell into silent laughter, managing to wheeze out a few words. "Okay... ihihi... give..."

Chan laughed and got off him, offering him water and patting his back until the boy was all calmed down. "We should probably head over and start filming, yeah?"

Hanbin nodded after drinking, he then smiled at chan before speaking. "Thank you hyung. I really am grateful to be here with you today."

Cha smiled and wrapped his arm around hanbin's shoulder as they walked out of the room. "I know, buddy. Let's finish this quickly so we can go get ice cream and discuss our crazy leader stories, alright?"

"I'd like that." Hanbin nodded, making a little celebratory motion as soon as chan turned around a bit.

Safe to say, Hanbin will remember this lesson for when he's the experienced one.

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

October 5th

Whereupon the captain tell him that he had better be quick—with blood—for that his ship will leave the place—of blood—before the turn of the tide—with blood. Then the thin man smile and say that of course he must go when he think fit; but he will be surprise if he go quite so soon. The captain swear again, polyglot, and the thin man make him bow, and thank him, and say that he will so far intrude on his kindness as to come aboard before the sailing. Final the captain, more red than ever, and in more tongues tell him that he doesn't want no Frenchmen—with bloom upon them and also with blood—in his ship—with blood on her also.

I love that these details made it to Van Helsing’s report. No Frenchmen allowed ❌

He was in no friendly mood, when just at full tide, the thin man came up the gang-plank again and asked to see where his box had been stowed. Then the captain replied that he wished that he and his box—old and with much bloom and blood—were in hell.

FSBSKSLLS

I feel a wonderful peace and rest to-night. It is as if some haunting presence were removed from me. Perhaps ...

My surmise was not finished, could not be; for I caught sight in the mirror of the red mark upon my forehead; and I knew that I was still unclean.

Mina no 😭

I know it by instinct rather than reason: we shall all have to speak frankly; and yet I fear that in some mysterious way poor Mrs. Harker's tongue is tied. I know that she forms conclusions of her own, and from all that has been I can guess how brilliant and how true they must be; but she will not, or cannot, give them utterance. I have mentioned this to Van Helsing, and he and I are to talk it over when we are alone. I suppose it is some of that horrid poison which has got into her veins beginning to work.

OH

Now my fear is this. If it be that she can, by our hypnotic trance, tell what the Count see and hear, is it not more true that he who have hypnotise her first, and who have drink of her very blood and make her drink of his, should, if he will, compel her mind to disclose to him that which she know?" I nodded acquiescence; he went on:—

"Then, what we must do is to prevent this; we must keep her ignorant of our intent, and so she cannot tell what she know not."

OH FUCK NO NOT AGAIN

Van Helsing has gone away to prepare for the meeting, and his painful part of it. I really believe his purpose is to be able to pray alone.

I wonder how many of his “preparations” are just him praying alone

I propose that we add Winchesters to our armament. I have a kind of belief in a Winchester when there is any trouble of that sort around.

Spoken like a true Texan! 🤠

How strange it all is. I sat watching Mina's happy sleep, and came as near to being happy myself as I suppose I shall ever be.

🥺❤️

"Promise me that you will not tell me anything of the plans formed for the campaign against the Count. Not by word, or inference, or implication; not at any time whilst this remains to me!" and she solemnly pointed to the scar. I saw that she was in earnest, and said solemnly:—

"I promise!" and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.

😔💔

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[mitnn]

Yo um, do you still do the vision stuff? :<

If you still did, can you do your FC's visions/views only my ranfren fcs (like Mary, Mel, The Wandering Horse and Goat Guy NN)? :3 💜

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ๑ ໋  Mel ／ ⋆ ۪

—· Saiky's Vision;; In Saiky's view, Mel is a very cute and pretty girl, she likes the length of her hair, she would probably style it for hours

—· Jacob's Vision;; he doesn't feel anything, but he probably doesn't like her anymore because she's Randal's pet ;((

—· Yoku's Vision;; he really likes her, that's a good thing! he will really steal Mel's glasses at any time

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀₊ ˚ Mary ꒰꒰(♡)꒱꒱

—· Saiky's Vision;; SHE REALLY LOVES !!! YOUR WIFEY!!! She thinks Mary is so beautiful that she would die for her, Saiky thinks it's really cool that Mary can fly too!! She likes Mary's style and since she's the most beautiful girl she's ever seen in her life, she would probably make her pancakes every day !! <33

—· Jacob's Vision;; she seems cute, but Jacob doesn't like her. he has nothing against her but he really doesn't like her, he's probably fake

—· Yoku's Vision;; He loves her too!! She is cute and pretty for him! ;;33

˖⁠♡ Wandering Horse.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

—· Saiky's Vision;; She's probably scared of him, it's strange for her to see a horse like this ?, But it's okay for her

—· Jacob's Vision;; he thought it was very strange, but he placed a horse cage on top of him to ride

—· Yoku's Vision;; he's afraid of horses💔

✧⁠*° Goat Guy !¡

—· Saiky's Vision;; For her he is very cute, just like a plush, she must leave drawings in the forest for him !!

—· Jacob's Vision;; Jacob really wants to hunt him, he will probably devour

—· Yoku's Vision;; He likes him a lot! he hates Jacob's plans for trying to do evil to him

[vallxlkzal]

🥀💔Part two💔🥀

The Detective kept his eyes on Wally, trying to swallow his breakfast, which didn't taste good at all, because...

Although bandaged and slightly bruised from yesterday's harassment, Wally was finally smiling and happily eating what he was given. He was very hungry and swept all the food off his plate with such appetite that the Detective involuntarily remembered that evening in the restaurant. All movements, facial expressions, voice — absolutely everything matched. And at the same time, there was a strange feeling of difference, if only because the striped one was not running away. He simply had nowhere to go.

— So, Detective, about those Waldos... They know where we are, what we're doing and what we're talking about... And they teleport wherever they want and kill whomever they want. I have not yet solved such serious problems, but do you want to think about it?

The Detective must have already reasoned, because Wally is right — in this world, you're only safe in your own thoughts. If there is any information beyond your head, Waldo knows about it automatically. But is it appropriate to trust Wally? Maybe he, too, is just another doppelganger trying to learn more?

— Encryption. Those letters you showed me... I know better ciphers because I've been to different countries, different universes, and learned from different people, different creatures.

The Detective looked up with interest. Wally seemed pleased with his idea, but at the same time there was something that was very visibly unsettling him. Both understood that it was impossible to say anything, but everything went perfectly without words.

— I'm sure he won't be able to decipher what I know.

Actually, Wally was thinking about his friends and about Wenda. He was afraid that if he said it out loud, it would be a sign to Waldo that even Wally had something to lose. He didn't specifically say that Wenda was his girlfriend, because it was already clear. Maybe she'd be safe now if Odlaw was around, and he always was, so Wally forced a crooked smile as hard as he could to keep from showing panic and fear. Waldo has no way of knowing that Wally can stop helping the Detective if Waldini himself is in trouble.

And Waldini wanted to help, because the case that he decided to take on struck him too hard. It is about the safety of several families — this single father on one side and Wenda, Woof, Odlav — on Wally's side. As well as other potential victims of the striped maniac from this pixel universe.

The Detective gripped his fork tightly as he studied Wally. Damn it... He looked like Waldo with that cheeky grin and it was incredibly confusing, but he gave an interesting idea. This should work.

— If we only communicate in those ciphers or the long-forgotten languages ​​I've learned while traveling the worlds, we can literally throw him off track.

— Aren't you afraid he'll just cut off your tongue or hands because of it? — the Detective also smiled wryly, but he really didn't want that to happen to Wally.

— Aren't you afraid to throw ideas at him? — Wally could not stand it and stopped smiling, continuing to eat in silence. He gently touched his crimson bruised neck and exhaled heavily. For some reason, the Detective felt sorry for this creature.

— I'm sorry, Wally.

— You know, I was never afraid of pain, because I just didn't know what it was. I asked Odlaw, who is constantly suffering, but he only smiled and remained silent, saying "it's better for you not to know." Okay, just give me a pen and paper. What are we left with if I have to reproduce it even if he can see?

The Detective nodded and complied with the request, watching the slender fingers produce strange symbols, letters, or numbers. Absolutely nothing was unclear.

— I'll explain what that means, don't worry, — Wally said as if reading minds. — Yes. Yes. And yes... Please bend down so I can try to whisper in your ear as quietly as possible.

All red, the Detective did that too.

"My Wenda, Odlaw and Woof are in danger as well as your family. I'm scared", — that's what the inscription in a strange cipher meant.

Wally started to smile again to hide his fear and excitement. It was as if nothing made him panic, as if everything was under control again and he was in his book or cartoon, where everything is always fine.

The child, who sat next to them all the time and happily swung his legs under the table, not looking at the whole scary and tense situation around him, also kept his eyes on Wally. But Junior's look was softer and more trusting.

Junior liked Wally because he was like Waldo — the friend who had asked not to reveal his existence to his dad... until today.

— Wally used to give me the same thing! — the child pointed to the letter with encryption and quickly brought his direct evidence, which he had been hiding on the instructions of the cheerful uncle in the striped sweater, and the Detective was as if cold water was poured over him.

Wally continued to smile the same smile as Waldo, the encryption, the lies...

For the poor Detective, the puzzle is wrong again ��� he is being deceived right now. The Detective just didn't understand that Waldo had already seen this scenario and was just laughing somewhere far away at both of them, because he knows that now Waldini will become a murderer again in the eyes of the Detective.

Waldo's goal was to undermine the confidence of his Detective, who positions himself as "the law". He must kill Wally — the most kind and good, striped creature in all the universes — with his own hands. The fool already killed Wenda with his trip to the restaurant. Waldo knew that the single father was still incredibly punishing himself for this act.

Now it's Wally's turn.

— You... You... — the man's voice again began to take on notes of aggression and anger, and poor Waldini thoughtfully put his hand to his chin, looking even more like Waldo and not understanding it.

Okay, this time Wally was wrong and Waldo knows tricks like that. Perhaps he knows only this cipher, there are actually many options, just an ordinary human brain will not be able to perceive so much information. Another code was needed and Wally even knew what it was, but the person next to him was looking at him with hatred again, but didn't strike only because Junior was there.

— Oops, I forgot I'm not the only nerd here, — said the striped one naively, which pissed off the Detective even more.

— Alright, jerk, what do you want from me this time? Why did you come to us and... And... What the hell do you hang around my child whenever you want, I didn't give permission!

— I'm not Waldo. Okay, he knows I'm scared. This is bad. Very bad.

Ignoring the psychotic Detective, Wally began pacing the kitchen, nervously going through the options. Nothing came to mind.

His friends, even his beloved dog Woof, are now either dead or alive. And it is impossible to know. The hand itself reached for the walking stick, but the walking stick no longer opened portals and could do nothing.

— I'm going to shoot you now! — the Detective began to seethe, but he tried to keep himself in his arms next to Junior. How dare Waldo's doppelgänger behave so brazenly and walk around his room so freely? And at the same time, why isn't he trying to kill someone in this house?

— I will write you another cipher. Waldo definitely won't know him, I guarantee you...

— I've had enough of your ciphers.

— Oh, I need Odlaw's advice. He's the only one who would be able to suggest something in this messy situation, because my good ways aren't working for me anymore, — Wally said sadly, ignoring the Detective again, and sat comically with his round ass on the chair by the table, clutching his walking stick in an effort to calm himself down. — Dude, please stop acting like a child and understand that we are dealing with... With... A very serious thing that jumps in space and time itself. Do you think he would not be able to foresee that I would so naively hope to deceive him, if he personally is constantly fooling you and everyone around him in this world?

The Detective wanted to take Wally and squeeze him by the throat, but then tried to believe it and calmed down, remembering another scumbag who was sitting in prison right now and smiling wide.

— Well, I have one Odlaw here. Do you want me to take you there? But I won't be responsible for your psyche after this visit, Wally.

— Does it make sense to take me to Odlaw, who is probably helping your Waldo? I am not sure about this, but at the same time I am not sure about everything.

— Fair enough, but I have no other ideas. I just wonder what this scum will say when he hears your words. Do you understand that only Junior is saving you from a bullet right now?

Wally let out a heavy breath and realized that no one other than the Detective knew enough to help him anyway, so he just looked down at the boy who had been standing for a long time and was happily hugging Waldini as much as his small stature would allow. For the child, it was just a funny uncle, if not a second father. Or like mom.

Wally smiled bitterly. He loved everything about Wenda, even in other dimensions, so he took Junior into his lap and hugged him, ignoring the Detective completely.

The Detective was also thinking about Wenda. And about how she looked like Waldo. And how she looked like Wally. And about the fact that for a second it seemed that she had returned again and was sitting next to the table with the child on her lap. It was reassuring.

Wally looked so much like her. So similar... And at the same time it seemed like a trap. A sweet, intoxicating trap.

— Eh. OK. I agree to go to Odlaw from your universe. I wonder how much he's changed, — Wally finally said, and the Detective nodded his head.

💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀💔🥀

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - July 1

Seward speaks!

“His spiders are now becoming as great a nuisance as his flies, and to-day I told him that he must get rid of them. He looked very sad at this, so I said that he must clear out some of them, at all events.”

First of all, this is what happens when you decide to run thought experiments on your patients to take away from the fact that you got rejected. Harsh? Yes, but am I wrong??

Also, I love that Renfield looks so sad that Jack lowers the “all” to “some”. He has no logical reason to do this, except that he feels bad. I know Seward does a lot of bad doctor things (and we WILL get there), but it is nice to notice those traces of him being sympathetic when he doesn’t have to be. Also, it’s funny to imagine how the conversation went:

Seward: you have too many flies and spiders in here. You need to get rid of all of them.

Renfield: …all of them?

Seward: yes! All of them.

Renfield: oh…ok…I see…😔😔💔🥺🥺🥺🥺

Seward: …

Seward: ok, FINE. You can keep SOME of them.

Renfield: really??

Seward: But I expect a reduction of these things in the next three days!

Renfield: you got it! :D

Renfield literally pulled “puppy dog eyes” and it worked! Good for him.

“He disgusted me much while with him, for when a horrid blow-fly, bloated with some carrion food, buzzed into the room, he caught it, held it exultantly for a few moments between his finger and thumb, and, before I knew what he was going to do, put it in his mouth and ate it. I scolded him for it, but he argued quietly that it was very good and very wholesome; that it was life, strong life, and gave life to him.”

Hey, buddy, if you don’t want to be grossed out by the guy LITERALLY CATCHING BUGS FOR FUN, maybe don’t study him under a microscope?

Also, again, Renfield doesn’t argue with Seward in an unrestrained or violent manner: he quietly pushes back that the fly “[gives] him life”. Now as far as depiction of mental illnesses go, I would say Renfield is far from being the best — of course — but I will say it’s interesting that Stoker deliberately breaks the stereotype of him being unhinged or violently angry when his ideals are challenged. Did this man just eat a fly? Yep. Did he also then calmly assert it’s good protein for him? Also, yes. While we know something deeper is going on with Renfield, as far as most readers knew at this point in the story, he was just another man in an asylum. I do know there was somewhat of a shift in how mentally ill characters were being portrayed — still not great overall, but now showing them as more calm and rational than previous characters: Jekyll from the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, as well as the Woman from The Yellow Wallpaper come to mind as examples of this. Like I said, not great depictions — just different and more complex shifts in how mental illnesses were shown in literature.

“This gave me an idea, or the rudiment of one. I must watch how he gets rid of his spiders.”

Yep!! Be warned, Seward. I don’t think he gets rid of these spiders in a normal way. Although it’s funny he’s like “I just watched him eat a fly. Disgusting. I must observe him further to see if he does it again with the spiders.” 😂😂😂

“He has evidently some deep problem in his mind, for he keeps a little note-book in which he is always jotting down something. Whole pages of it are filled with masses of figures, generally single numbers added up in batches, and then the totals added in batches again, as though he were ‘focussing’ some account, as the auditors put it.”

Hey, we all have our hobbies, you don’t have to call it a problem of the mind: rude 🙄. You’d think he’d call the fly thing more of a “mind problem” but I guess that’s fine? Also, hmm, adding up single numbers as if he’s making an account? And he wrote it down right after you saw him eat a fly? That doesn’t seem weird to you, Seward? Or perhaps he does intuit the meaning and doesn’t want to think about it/put it down before he knows for sure yet. If that latter, he’s just like Jonathan in that regard! I’m not surprised Lucy recommended him for Mina LOL. I’ll keep looking out for more similarities!

That’s all for this entry, let’s see what Renfield does next!

[legacyshenanigans]

I'm so sorry ok! Just wanna get some sad writing out before I go back to my crackhead energy 💔😅

15 Years

MC walked into Marvolos' room, a few hours after receiving a letter from him to come to the Manor, she'd finished up some things she'd needed to do before heading there. Upon walking in, she saw him sat on his bed, staring off, leaning forward, his hands on his mouth in deep thought, she approached him, seeing that it looked like he'd also been crying, a strange sight to see. She gave him a look of concern as her eyes focused on nothing but him. She sat beside him, putting her hand on his arm.

MC: Marvolo? What's wrong?

He didn't speak, she just stared, she looked in the direction he was looking in, seeing Rerek's now empty Vivarium..

MC: No? *looks at Marvolo*

Marvolo: *a tear falling from his eye*

MC: No?! Marvolo?

Marvolo: This morning..When I'd woke up... I saw him...*clears his throat* ...Must of happened in the night..

MC: Oh my god *a tear running down her own cheek* I..I dont even know what to say.

Marvolo: You don't have to say anything...*sniffs* I buried him.

MC: Alone?

Marvolo: Yes..Felt right to do so..

MC: Oh, Volo *edges closer to him*

Marvolo: 15 years he was companion..I...I just...I dont know what to do...I dont know how to feel...I dont know what to think...

MC: Its OK, Just..Take each feeling as it comes..I'm..So sorry.

Marvolo: All I knew was that I wanted to see you..

MC: ...Marvolo.

Marvolo: We don't have to talk...Just....

Marvolo leaned into her, taking hold of her gently and hugging her. As he lay down on his bed, holding her close with him.

MC: *holds him back* Anything..We can just lay here in silence, for however long you wish *strokes his hair*

Marvolo: *closes his eyes* Thank you..

~

(REREK ISNT DEAD! Just wanted to do something like this, i'm sorryyyyyyyyy 💕)

[aziralock42]

Ok, here is my analysis of each song of the official angelic playlist of our dear ineffable husbands (azira and crowley). I listened to them and I will write to whom I feel the lyrics correspond.

The hidden phrase is: season three (can i hear a wahoo?)

1. Crowley. Him suffering to see Aziraphale leaving with Metatron, is him preferring to stay blind after seeing how he left him alone 😭 he doesn't want him to leave him, and he can only sit there thinking about his kiss :(

2. Crowley. He will still love him no matter where Aziraphale is, his heart will still beat for him no matter what 😭 it's the Titanic song.

3. Crowley. Shit, this one hurt me a lot, Crowley sleeps to dream about him, he describes how Sandman puts him of his magic when he closes his eyes and so he dreams that he talks to him, that he walks with him, that they are together 💔 but the moment comes when he wakes up and comes back to reality where azira is gone "i remember that you said goodbye".

4. Aziraphale (female voice) and Crowley (male voice). Azira convincing himself that the answer (the solution) is not them together, because now there is nothing that can change what happened, maybe things would be better if only he had known how crowley feels about him, he assumes his mistake, and says he thinks about him when he is alone. He tries to pretend that he doesn't spend all his time thinking about what could have been. On the other hand, crowley shows up and claims what's the point of continuing to pretend they are not more than friends, wonders why he would end something he enjoys. Just a sign from aziraphale would suffice, one place and one hour, he would go for it.

5. Aziraphale (I had my doubts, but since in a certain part he asks the lord for something, I think it would have to be him). Aziraphale in love with crowley, seeing him as the boy of his dreams, but then falls into the reality that it only happens in his imagination. He begins to fantasize about the perfect life they could have together. He prays to God that no one will take his love away from him, otherwise he will die.

6. Crowley. Basically Crowley a little bit spiteful HAHAHA he thinks azira didn't even shed a tear so what difference does it make if now that he's sorry and looking to apologize, since he already cried a whole river and suffered for him, it's his turn to suffer. He doesn't forget everything he said to him.

7. Aziraphale. This is beautiful, I feel it's him as he romanticizes the dance and mentions that he loves to hear him read something to him. Sounds to me like an Azira completely in love and how he relates his feelings to a book of love.

8. Aziraphale. This one is my favorite in regards to how beautiful it is, and it's very very aziraphale. This vintage song makes me imagine him gawking at the kiss that has been stolen, as he can't help but think how magical it was and how his lips have never been so strangely arranged. Azira so smitten as he remembers that unforgettable kiss that marked him heart and soul.

9. AZIRAPHALE 😭. It's amazing how well it fits the situation, Crowley wishing to have something with him and be happy together as his dream, while Azira, although he loves him and recognizes that he is a great guy, chooses to keep developing and growing to get that great supreme angel power. I could write an essay on what this song represents so I'll leave that for another post. Something that touched my heart, that I must mention, is when he says "he was sunshine, I was midnight rain", because aziraphale sees himself with pain and sadness while Crowley was his light, but he still chose to leave and go on his way.

10. AZIRAPHALE. Clearly it's about how he hides his pain with a smile, the show must go on. I love that these last two songs very much represent the reasons why he made the decision to leave and helps to understand this poor little angel more.

11. Crowley. This one saddens me because crowley believes that he is not reciprocated, that he is not enough and tries to convince himself that everything will be okay.

5 Crow, 5 Azira + Azira/Crow =11 songs

That's all for today, I hope you liked the interpretation and join me in this pain <3

[al6nst]

Heyoo can i request smut afab mayoi x top gn reader?You can just ignore it if its uncomfortable

Mayoi's self-depreciating has been a lot worse lately. Finger him, praise him and love him until he no longer looking down on himself

cries so hard i love my boy mayoi 💔 no. this doesn't make me uncomfy, dwdw!

i dont smoke, mayoi ayase

smut under read more!

sketch info : cursing, praise, self depricating/negative thoughts, no sex, comfort smut, mdni obvi, kissing, dom gn reader, ftm mayoi i suppose, cringe writing, maybe ooc mayoi(jp only😒), hand holding⁉️, ED warning ( like. not even mentioned, just described)

a/n: im bitchless but im a therapist so this is amazing for me, anon thank you!

"aah.. i look horrible, " he mumbles, staring at his chest, eyes following the line down to his stomach, to his thighs, and back up to his face. his hands come to his arms, and he feels worse than ever, he cant stop looking at every single one of his flaws, the way his bones made an appearance almost every time he breathed wouldnt please.. you. panic is evident in his voice, mayoi throws his head back, "Does yn even like me.. i- I'll just... ah?!" loud footsteps could be heard outside of the quiet and dark room..— "mayoi~.." Your soft voice rings from behind the door along with a quiet knock. his response is delayed, extremely; a long period of awkward silence before he screams. you open the door in an almost panic, eyes wide.

"Are you.. okay? Huh," he's fine, just.. in a weird position on his bed. "mayoi, baby.. come here, " you giggle, walking torwards the purple haired man with open arms. he sniffles weirdly, throat closing up; tears begin to flow down his flushed face, you smile and kiss them away, eyes crinkling in contentness. "Hey, mayoi~... What's wrong?" its a stupid question, but you know hes going to answer it well. mayois voice is even shakier than before, almost unintelligible. "im not feeling great– about me.." you huff, trying to look at him, but he just moves closer. "i dont look good anywhere.. and you must hate being with me," he continues, you could barely hear him breathe."i dont know what i would do if you left me..."

you cock your head, stepping away from him. "If i left you?.." your voice is sincere, "i dont think i would." and its hurting him. mayoi clings to you like a koala, trying to bring back his composure— and fuck, his glossy eyes looking back into yours made you really want to cry. he blinks away tears, looking up at you expectantly. "Really? you won't?" No, you wouldn't. I never even thought about it, but you can't say that, can you? You shake your head, smiling softly. "i love you, you're really great." his breath hitches, and he looks away quickly. "Listen, mayoi.. you're amazing, look at yourself!" You ask gently— of course.

he turns his head, facing the mirror for a few seconds, and then looks away, body trembling. "What do you see in me.. uuh, i dont want you to leave!" he cries, gripping your shirt like a vice. your eyes water, breath becoming labored. "You're so handsome, mayo~ my beautiful boyfriend. Your face is so pretty, and so is your body," stopping for a brief second, staring at his face for confirmation to continue. It's strange, his eyebrows furrowed, and his flushed cheeks were either from his tears or embarassment. "Your flaws are what make you.. yknow, you, and i love that." its not odd for him to be like this, but you wanted to try something different.

you crawl behind him, letting him sit between your legs. hands hovering over his thighs. "Is this okay, mayoi?" You were conflicted between just hugging him til he slept and doing this.. neither felt right. he hums, fiddling wth his fingers. you run your hands up and down his legs, stopping at his crotch. your head rests on his shoulder as you begin to speak, "You're everything I've ever wanted, mayoi." you slid your fingers between his thighs, toying with his clit. he hides his face behind his hands and grinds into your fingers, longing for your touch "youre my pretty boy, forever, i promise" he looks ethereal, his hair messy yet so clean, face tired and tear-stained. this is what makes him pretty, his emotions. "you do so much for everyone around you," you whisper, curling your fingers inside of him. "hn.. do i really?" mayoi whimpers, putting his legs over your thighs.

hes almost so engrossed in pleasure, the feeling of your voice reaching his brain, scratching the itch that had tortured him for so long. it was rewarding for him, for staying strong. "Yeah, my pretty boy. youre always worrying about everyone else" mayoi lifts his head, staring at himself. He no longer looked pathetic. sweat drips from his forehead and tears well up in his eyes, "uuh.." he whines, trembling worse than before, taking deep breaths, he follows your heartbeat. "you learn so quickly, its amazing." with his legs spread on your lap, being so close to you made him so happy, but your reassuring words and praise

mayoi grabs your hand, bringing it close to his heart. "and you spoil me so much, and i want you to rely on me too, handsome boy" you feel his heart skip a beat, rate rising in bliss. your pace speeds up slowly, fingertips reaching deep enough to push and prod at his g-spot. he gasps, shutting his eyes and squeezing your hand tighter. "fufu.. i love– oh.. ah, i love you!" he weeps, closing his legs yet still leaving them open enough for you to keep going.

he keeps pushing against your hand, desperate for his release. "mayoi~ you're greater than a lot of people i know, my favorite." you mumble into his ear, mayoi actually sobs, cumming around your fingers. you sit there in shock, worried you did anything. "im sorry.." he sniffles, kissing your cheek. you grin, removing your fingers from inside of him and hugging him tight.

for the rest of the night, the clothes he had prepared to wear were left somewhere on the floor. instead of forcing himself to go outside, you both slept peacfully.

ugmughhh this feels so wird i didnt finish it how i wanted i just didnt know how to explain it lol... welp, here you go anon, sorry if this wasnt how you wated it to be!

[jotunvali02]

Playing Ace Attorney, Rise from the Ashes, part 5

My baby's heart is broken and betrayed again! NO! NO! NO!!😭😭😭😭

Hmm, this case is actually a mix of ALL of the cases until now.

Woohoo! Fee-Fee has flashes of empathy! Just like thunder! "You were 14. That's understandable. You've been through much."

Yeah, I wonder how it looked like for a 9 YEAR-OLD CHILD whose FATHER was killed to testify of it!! Especially with two adult fuckers who must have LOUDLY and violently blamed HIM during the whole trial!!!

But strangely, THAT fact is never mentionned and apparently no one gives a shit about orphan little boys accused of killing their own father!! But an older girl who was correctly treated and accused of nothing and who CLEARLY lived less brutal shit compared to baby Edgey, all the shits given!

Has Phoenix' "empathy pack" opened only now or is it a sexist, misogynistic writing from Takumi (whose from a country where it's still "women are fragile little things" and "men are insensitive, burly warriors")? I guess this is internalized shit but that's what pisses me off most.

Men, and all the more, little underage boys can have traumas and fragilities too!

"Edgeworth!?" Oooh, did I hear a skip in your heart, Feenie??💓

How the fuck do you get promoted from detective to Chief Prosecutor??…. Ooooh.

Bitch you have that MUCH compassion for Ema (granted, she deserves it), somene you've been knowing for 3 days, but NONE of it for my baby Edgeworth you've been OBSESSED with for 15 years, who lived way worse shit and for way longer??

OR… did the trial of my baby switched on the empathy light bulb in you, Fee-Fee?💡

"Attorneys and prsecutors can't share evidence." BITCH, you're not prosecutor anymore, you're an ATTORNEY's client!! And you HAVE GIVEN Phoenix evidence yourself!

Bitch, no real prosecutors are in their 20's, stop the bullshit.

Wait.

So the person who forged evidence was a detective, not a prosecutor. And she's the only detective who became a prosecutor.

So why the FUCK are you all badmouthing ALL prosecutors for the doings of ONE who wasn't even prosecutor back then?? And while one of YOUR team was a prosecutor??

Your grudges don't make any sense! You're just brainless and stupid! (as you half imply it btw) and that's just pure and sheer racism!

"I've learnt Edgey is not my enemy." Woohoo, happy to learnt it, you fuck. NOT!

Why the fuck is there an ORGAN?? Time to play some Bach! Wait. Is that office a CHURCH??

"Hm, sOmethIng iS wRoNg with ThiS pIctUre But I dOn'T Know wHat thO…"

Uuuuuuugh!!! I don't know... the big SWORD on the award or that vase that STRANGELY looks like the SL-9 evidence???

"Have you seen Mr Edgeworth?"😭 Daddy! "Are they really so many ppl who hate him?" Shut up. Shut up!! 😭

Daddy always worrying about his baby Edgey… 😭

"There's nothing wrong with Mr Edgeworth!"

"Looks like Mr Edgeworth is writing something!" 😭😭😭😭 NOOOOOOO!!

"Wh? What are you doing here??" Preventing you from killing yourself, sweet baby!!

"He quickly threw that paper on the floor." AAAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! 💔💔💔💔💔💔

Stop saying you're ok, when you're clearly not, baby! Can I caress your soft hair to soothe you??

"Always trying to hide his real feelings." Bitch, you have NO idea of his real feelings!

"Unlike some people I don't have all day." Shut up. I swear to God, shut up!

Just cry in Fee-Fee arms!!😭

Why isn't there a "Hug Edgeworth" option????

"Seems all you do is worry about me."💗

We ALL do, baby!!😭

"There's no excuse for what I've done." Baby, again, and again, it WASN'T YOUR FAULT!!!

"Tell me why! WHY has it all come to this?" 😭😭😭😭

"You know it wouldn't hurt of you put it somewhere on a shelf."

YES IT WOULD!!! You absolute insensitive dumbass!!!!

"That has no meaning to me anymore." 😭😭😭😭 NOO!! NOO!!

"Distract Mr Edgeworth!" "Uh… hey Edgeworth! I love you! Let's have a child!"

OMG. OMG it's not THAT letter…. ooofff!

"I'm tired, Wright." So he DID tell him!

"I feel as if something inside me has died."😭😭😭

"The path I've walked hasn't been a just one. I can't forgive myself for what I've done."

"and no one else should forgive me either."

SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UUUUUUPP!!!! 💔💔💔💔💔💔

Why isn't Phoenix BAWLING HIS EYES OUT at that??

Clearly, he HASN'T succeeded in "saving" Edgeworth and he has obvious evidence here, in front of him!!

"Forgiving myself is somthing I cannot do." Will you shut up??

"Hey, would you care for roasted beef?" I'm a vegan, fucking BITCH! And I won't talk with a racist bitch who hurts and blames my baby who's so much more righteous, more caring, way more selfless and way more worthy of love and respect than you!

Phoenix: "Fuck the taxes that pay the rich!" Gumshoe: "Burglar the rich!"

Aaand my laptop CRASHED without warning after 1 hour and a half of unsaved gaming!!!!