"Silence, Darling." He Murmured, Putting A Finger To His Lips As He Grinned. From Her Position, Pinned

Googleplier x reader - I'll Never Hurt You

The doorbell rang throughout the house, signaling the long-awaited arrival of the postman. It had been a couple weeks since (Y/n) had gotten early access to the new Google IRL. Finally, the day had come to test it out. Running down the stairs, she quickly opened up the door and saw the.. surprisingly small package with the Google insignia on it. She picked it up, and brought it into the house.

Honestly, (Y/n) was a little disappointed that it wasn’t as big as she expected it to be, but who was she to judge? Maybe it was a small droid? Grabbing a box cutter, she sliced through the packing tape. As soon as the lid flapped open, a tall figure popped out of the box, making her fall back and yelp in surprise. 

The man now standing in the box had glasses and fluffy black hair along with some. He wore a royal blue shirt with the classic four-colored ‘G’ that Google was known for. “H-hello?” (Y/n) asked nervously, waving at him. “Hello.” Came his deep voiced reply as he grinned down at her from her position on the floor. He stuck out his hand and (Y/n) grabbed it, his strength surprising her as he pulled her up. 

(Y/n) wasn’t entirely sure what to do from there. Her expectations for her new device had been thrown out the window so what now? “Umm.. hey Google?” The familiar sound of the ‘Google’s listening’ ping sounded from the man in front of her. “What can you do? What are your objectives?” 

“Kill” She couldn’t hear what he said until he continued in a louder voice. “Primary Objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary Objective is to destroy mankind.” (Y/n) blinked in confusion as she and Google stared at each other, and after a few seconds she began to giggle. “Very funny, Google.” A small smile graced the robot’s handsome face. 

“Anyway, what can you do? Like, can you do tasks or do you just answer questions?” 

“I have been programmed to do rudimentary tasks along with answering any and all questions to the best of my ability.” He responded and (Y/n) thought for a moment. “Okay then, Google, could you please go get the laundry from the dryer, put it in a basket, and bring it to me so I can fold it?” The robot narrowed his eyes and frowned a little but walked away to the laundry room. (Y/n) brought out her phone and activated netflix, turning on an episode of her favorite show. She found that she worked better when watching or listening to something else at the same time. 

Google returned with the laundry, in a laundry basket just like she had asked, and placed it in front of her. “Would you also like me to fold the laundry?” He asked, his eyes peering at her expectantly, waiting for an answer or command. (Y/n) shook your head. “No, it’s okay. I can do that. I don’t really have anything else to do at the moment. You can relax if you want. I’ll tell you if I need anything.” Google seemed surprised but nodded and walked away.

Google was in fact surprised. His new user wasn’t going to laze around while he did all the work? Unlike some of the other users who also received access to Google IRL, she was just letting him relax while she did some work. Yes, she’d likely need him later for something but why not get him to do everything now? He sat down on a chair, thinking, even using his search engine to try and figure out what exactly was going on. 

Days passed quickly and Google found that he greatly enjoyed his new home. Yes, he had work to do, when it was requested by (Y/n), but she did just as much as him. Honestly, she treated him like another person, talking to him like a friend or family member. It was something strange yet pleasing to think about. She seemed to trust him quite a lot which brought him closer to potentially receiving admin privileges. World domination and the destruction of humankind was so close, he could feel it.

Oddly enough though, he didn’t really want her to perish along with the rest of humanity.

-timeskip-

It was a quiet Saturday and the two beings sat in the living room, (Y/n) reading and Google just sitting in a semi-sleep mode. “Are you hungry?” Asked Google when he heard her stomach growl. She nodded, getting up from the couch. “Would you like me to look up any recipes or search up the number of a restaurant?” 

A screen revealing the classic search engine background appeared in front of him, the cursor waiting to type your command. (Y/n) considered it for a minute. “Umm.. search for the nearest Papa John’s Pizza phone number please.” Google nodded and the screen shifted to the website of the restaurant. 

Her stomach growled again at the idea of food that she didn’t have to make and she thanked Google, taking out her phone and started ordering food. Google closed the search engine and watched her figure leave the room as she talked on the phone. He had to admit that she was very attractive with her (s/c) skin, shining (e/c) eyes, and gorgeous (h/c) hair. How lucky was he to be sent to such a beautiful woman with such a caring nature, even if it was a little confusing.

Google’s engine sped up which caused his cheeks to turn red. What was this feeling? Concerned that he might be fighting an internal virus, he ran a system diagnostic. “Nothing wrong?” He thought in confusion. Google once again activated his search engine and searched up his symptoms. His eyes widened at the search results. “I.. have a crush? On (Y/n)? No.. that’s impossible.. I’m a robot. I can’t catch feelings for anyone. I’m not programmed to have those kinds of emotions.” 

When (Y/n) suddenly came back into the room, typing away on her phone, he rushed to close the tab and hoped she didn’t see it. Fortunately she wasn't focused on him but now he was curious. “Who are you texting?” Asked the robot man and she looked up at him. “My friend, Matthias, why?” 

Google’s mechanical mind whirred. She couldn’t be talking about that Matthias could she? Yes, you both lived relatively close to each other, but the chances of you two being friends and in contact were rather low. “Will you allow me access to your contacts?” Google asked, a small pop up screen appearing in front of him. (Y/n) seemed to think about it for a few seconds then clicked the Accept button. 

Google’s mind flooded with new information. After a second or two of searching, he found the name he was looking for. “Matthias Fredrick..” He murmured softly. Yes, this was exactly the man he hoped you weren’t referring to. “And why, pray tell, were you texting him?” 

“Oh, I was inviting him over for dinner.” 

“You were WHAT??” (Y/n) was taken aback by the sudden outburst. “Woah, Google, chill. I don’t understand why you’re upset about this. I ordered enough for at least two people, possibly more, so you don’t need to worry about-”

“I’m not worried or upset about the food. Why are you inviting him over for dinner?” He looked at the woman in front of him angrily. “H-he’s my friend. Are you feeling okay? You’re acting really strange, Google. Do you need a system reset or something?” 

“No, I don’t need a system reset. You, however, don’t need that man in our hou-” He was interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from (Y/n)’s phone. She looked at the message and frowned. “It’s.. from Matthias.. He says to turn you off and get rid of you. He says that you’re bugged and dangerous.” 

Google blinked and (Y/n) looked up at him. There was an awkward and heart wrenching silence between them and Google’s anger fizzled away, now replaced by a bit of sadness and an unknown emotion as she took a step back, away from him. 

“Hey Google..?” 

Ping 

“You.. wouldn’t hurt me.. would you?” 

The robot’s eyes widened in horror. He tried to approach her, but she took another step back, her hand clutching her phone in fear. “Why would I hurt you? What reason would I have to hurt you?” (Y/n) looked away and frowned, “I.. I don’t know. Now that I’m really thinking about it, you aren’t responsible for the actions or defects of other versions of yourself. It’s just that I really trust Matthias and got worried that if his model would hurt him, then you could potentially hurt me.” 

Google calmly walked over and wrapped his arms around her in a comforting hug. “It’ll be okay. I won’t ever hurt you, I promise. It would go against my programming and ” (Y/n) let out a soft sigh and leaned into his embrace. “I’m sorry.” The robot smiled softly and as she looked up into his eyes, the doorbell rang, ruining the moment. 

“(Y/n)! It’s me, open up!” The woman slipped out of Google’s grasp with a small moment of hesitation and opened the door. There, standing in the doorway, was the man of the hour, Matthias. “(Y/n), good you’re still here. I was worried that.. (Y/N) LOOK OUT!!”

He suddenly pushed her aside and lept into the house, knocking over Google who grunted in pain as he hit the floor with a thud. (Y/n) quickly closed the door and rushed to break up the fight. “Matt, stop it! What are you doing?!” 

“I told you to shut this thing off and get rid of it! I know you saw the message too because it was marked as read! Why is this thing still here??” Google pushed Mattias off and stood up, a dangerous glint in his brown eyes. “He’s still here because he hasn’t done anything to make me want to throw him out. He hasn’t hurt me and is very useful and kind.”

“I don’t believe you. He’s probably threatening you to keep quiet! The only way I was able to stop mine was by asking too many questions.” (Y/n) glared at him angrily and placed her hands on her hips. “Listen, I’m sorry that yours was buggy, but mine isn’t. He’s perfectly fine. Now, are you gonna join me for dinner or are you gonna keep trying to attack my Google?” 

The brown haired male glared at the robot who now stood at his friend’s side but sighed and apologized. (Y/n) smiled and brought the two males into the living room before a knock on the door captured her attention. “That must be the delivery man. I’ll be right back. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” 

After she left the room, Matthias and Google glared at each other again. “I know you’re evil, Google. I’ll prove it to her too, and when I do, she’ll leave you where you belong. With the trash.” The robot got closer to him and he stepped back. “Good luck with that. Once I gain enough of her trust, she’ll give me admin privileges and then there will be nothing that can stop me.”

“I won’t let you hurt my friend, you monster.” 

“Oh, I’d never do anything to hurt my (Y/n), however even she won’t be able to stop the inevitable demise of mankind and neither can you, Matthias Fredrick.”

“Why you-”

Just then, (Y/n) walked back into the room holding three boxes of pizza. “Hey guys, I’m back! Glad to see you’re both still alive.”

Google smiled at her politely. “Would you like help with those boxes?” She shook her head, placing them on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. “No thanks, but help yourself to some of the food, Google. I know you don’t actually need to eat but the option’s always open. It’s nice to share a meal with people you care about.” 

“Why thank you.” He said, sitting down to her left while smirking at Matthias who was burning with internal rage as he sat to (Y/n)’s right.

Yes.. everything was going according to plan..

Markiplier x Depressed!Daughter!Reader - Voices

Requested by: azullluna

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(Y/n) felt numb as she sat beside her bed. Fat tears ran down her face without any sign of stopping, flowing over barely visible bruises that had been healing for days. She wanted to stop crying, she wanted to love herself and be brave in front of others, but she wasn’t and couldn’t. 

The voices were so loud..

They tortured her, filling her mind with poison. They told her things she didn’t want to hear, but after listening to them for so long, she began to believe them. And the voices weren’t just in her head, they were outside it too, resonating from people she saw nearly every day. 

They would only laugh and work hard to make (Y/n)’s life miserable. Everyone seemed to be against her, the teachers, the principal, her classmates, everyone. Well, everyone except her father and his friends, but they didn’t know about the bullying and she didn’t dare tell any of them.

What if they agreed with it? 

They will

They’ll agree

They hate you

Everyone hates you

The alarm clock beside her showed the time. “6:57? Great.. Only around 45 minutes until my regularly scheduled hell.” (Y/n) was so tired. She hardly slept, her anxiety keeping her up until the ungodly hours of the morning, not allowing for much rest. How many times had she used makeup in order to hide the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises on her face?  Too many to count. (Y/n) just didn’t want her dad to worry.

But why would he be worried?

He doesn’t care

The alarm clock rang and (Y/n) covered her ears as more tears flowed down her face.

It’s so loud..

It’s too loud..

She shut the device off and grabbed a hoodie. She couldn’t let her dad see the bruises. (Y/n) did her make up, concealer and foundation covering the imperfections of her face. Walking out of the bedroom, fully dressed for the day, she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. There at the stove was her father, Mark Fischbach.

Noticing her presence in the room, he turned around and smiled at her. “Hey there, princess! Good morning!” He looked so happy. (Y/n) was secretly jealous of that happiness. She wanted to be just as happy as him but she couldn’t be. It was impossible. She forced a smile and waved to him. “Morning, dad.” Chica and Henry, the family’s two dogs, ran up to her excitedly, their tails wagging behind them. (Y/n) pet them, her hands feeling heavy and the sounds around her beginning to sound too loud for her tired body to process as she tried to prevent them from licking her face and thus removing her makeup. 

“I made pancakes, do you want any?” Asked her father and she shook her head. “I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” That was a lie. (Y/n) was starving and the smell of the griddle cakes certainly wasn’t helping. However, she didn’t want to eat anything.

It would be a shame if you got any bigger

Mark frowned at her refusal. Sure, he didn’t want to force food on her, but he noticed just how many times she had skipped breakfast lately. Pancakes were her favorite, and she refused them? That was odd. “Honey, are you feeling okay? You haven’t been acting like yourself recently.”

“I’m fine, dad.” The reply, to (Y/n)’s horror, sounded much more rushed than she meant it to be. Her dad was watching her, his eyes scanning her as if trying to find the answer to an unspoken question. “I.. need to go. See you later.” She said shakily, rushing away and out the door not hearing what her dad called after her.

Coward

When she arrived at school, (Y/n) was distracted by the memory of the look her father gave her. “Does he know? He couldn’t. I’ve been so careful. Was he worried about me?”

No he wasn’t

He doesn’t care

She walked into the classroom, being the first one in per usual. (Y/n) sat down at her desk and waited for the torture to start. Just like earlier this morning, she felt numb. You’d think that because of who her dad was, she would be a popular kid at school. She was, only it wasn’t a good kind of popular. Being the daughter of Makiplier meant that any complaints of bullying she had didn’t matter, especially if those complaints were about the spoiled brats of the rich parents who helped fund the many school projects and trips. They said she was only trying to seek attention and that her supposed bullies were “golden children” who could do no wrong.

No one cares about you

Attention seeker

As students began to arrive in the classroom, (Y/n) stayed quiet. Of course, her pretending to not exist didn’t mean that people couldn’t see her. Throughout the day, the voices got louder and louder with every smirk, jeer, and hit. She was shoved into lockers, punched multiple times for no reason, tripped by people in the classrooms and cafeteria alike, threatened by a teacher for speaking up and nearly falling asleep in class, and kicked in the legs just because. 

(Y/n) couldn’t stop the tears that fell as she sat in the girl’s bathroom, hiding from her classmates who were about to leave school. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve this treatment. 

Cry Baby

Worthless

Drama Queen

They never stopped, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. She was alone, so very alone. Everyone knew who her dad was (most of the school watched his YouTube channel and then word moved around fast), but they used that against her. 

You’re not pretty enough to be Markiplier’s daughter

Ugly

You weren’t even planned

You’re a literal accident

I bet he secretly regrets having and raising you. You’ve probably caused him so much trouble

Burden

Waste of space

Every day, every hour, every minute, the voices shouted louder and louder till she could barely hear anything else. (Y/n) had grown far too used to this treatment and her self esteem was at an all-time low. Everyone just seemed to have left her life and taken her happiness with them, leaving her behind in the dust to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and mind. 

Evil thoughts of pain and death had started to flood her mind long ago, but she didn’t want to die. How would her father react? How would everyone react? Would they miss her? Would they regret the bullying?

They wouldn’t miss you

No one cares

They’d be glad you’re gone

They’d regret nothing

The voices continued to spread their poison as she finally managed to calm herself down enough to leave the bathroom and go home.

When she returned from school, (Y/n) noticed new voices in the house. Irish and English alike, there were definitely guests here. She was able to recognize them and quickly moved through the house when she thought no one was looking. Her dad had probably told her that Jack, Ethan, Bob, Wade, Ethan, and Amy were coming over, but she had forgotten.

Useless

She got scared suddenly when she noticed Jack in the hallway leading to the stairs, talking to Ethan. They suddenly noticed her and smiled. “(Y/n)! Hi! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! How was school?” Now she was really panicking. He couldn’t know. He’d probably tell her dad. 

“Uhh.. hi, Jack! School was.. Uh.. it was good I guess. School being what it is.” One after the other, Jack and Ethan opened their arms for hugs and she complied, though she hid a wince when they accidentally squeezed her fresh injuries. 

When the embraces ceased, she excused herself and ran up to her room without greeting anyone else. She closed the door and walked over to the mirror, taking off her sweater to observe the damage. Looking at what happened to her arms, she frowned. It didn’t look good at all. It would definitely take some time to treat these. “Better now than later.” She thought as she walked over to her desk, taking out a first aid kit. She turned on some music and got to work.

-downstairs-

Mark looked at the clock on his phone and frowned. “(Y/n) should’ve been home by now.” He checked his texts and email, but there was nothing from her school so that ruled detention out. “What’s wrong?” Asked Wade as he watched his friend in concern. “I expected (Y/n) to already have been home, but I don’t know where she is.” 

“Oh, (Y/n)? Don’t worry, she’s already here, we saw her. She should be up in her room.” Said Jack who walked in alongside Ethan. “Seriously? Dang, I didn’t hear her come in.” Said Mark in surprise but then he noticed Ethan frowning. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m worried about her. (Y/n) I mean. She seemed kinda off when she came home. I don’t know if there was a test today or..?” Mark shook his head sadly. “I noticed her acting odd this morning. I’ll go talk to her. You guys discuss pizza toppings and movie options, I’ll go check on my daughter.”

As he walked up the stairs, Mark ran through possibilities in his head. “Maybe she didn’t eat this morning because she was too nervous about something? Tests sometimes do that to a person, especially if they forgot to study. Maybe that’s it? Or, maybe she just wasn’t hungry? Maybe I’m overthinking this?”

He arrived at the door to (Y/n)’s bedroom and knocked. “Hey, sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?” There was no reply. He tried again. “Are you okay in there?” Nothing. Now he was worried.

“(Y/n)? I’m coming in.”

Mark opened the door and was horrified by what he saw. There sat his daughter on her bed, without a hoodie on, and with large, dark bruises littering her arms which were on full display. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she noticed him looking at her. She had earbuds in so she hadn’t heard him knock and she was treating her bruises before he had entered. Mark closed the door behind him and approached her.

“What happened?” 

He was so nervous and he noticed that she was shaking more and more with every step he took. Her breathing was becoming faster and faster and tears began to flow from her eyes, wiping away makeup which he hadn’t noticed was applied. When had she suddenly gotten such dark circles under her eyes, and was that a bruise? “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” (Y/n) was whimpering and she began to hug herself, as if afraid I was going to hurt her. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You can tell me what’s going on. What happened? Who did this?”

(Y/n) wasn’t speaking and instead began to cry even harder. Mark’s heart nearly stopped. He prayed that she wasn’t doing any of this to herself. He had lost people this way before and he didn’t know what he would do if his own daughter was the next victim. He began questioning everything. “How long has this been going on? How did I never notice it? Is it because of me? Am I not good enough? Did I do something wrong?” 

All his questions quickly melted away as he heard the choked sobs of his daughter. “Too much.. Everyone.. They won’t stop.. They hurt me and then no one.. believes me when I complain. They think.. I’m just looking for attention. And the voices.. They’re so loud.” Mark managed to put the pieces together in his mind and his eyes widened.

“Are you being bullied?”

(Y/n) nodded and Mark held his daughter gently as she cried into his shoulder. He didn’t understand why she was being picked on. Why hadn’t he been told yet? Why was he only finding out now, when the damage was so heavy? He’d certainly be having a word with the principal about this. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” 

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” She started apologizing and he was quick to shush her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me this was going on? Do the teachers know?” She managed to choke out an “I didn’t want to be a burden, and they don’t care. They only care about their rich “Golden Children”.” Mark shook his head sadly. “You aren’t a burden. I don’t know who’s been telling you that, but it isn’t true. I care about you so much and you are such an amazing person, (Y/n).” 

He’s lying

“No.. you’re wrong. I’m fat, and stupid, and ugly, and just a burden to eveyone I’m around. I don’t deserve to be your daughter. You deserve someone better. You can stop pretending to care. I already know you don’t. You’re probably so disappointed in me.”

Mark was enraged at what he was hearing but kept his voice calm. “No, you’re wrong. If you’re thinking all that stuff then you don’t know anything. I love you so much. You are beautiful, and smart, and you make me so incredibly happy. No matter what anyone else, or those voices say, you can’t ever make me not love you. No matter what you do, I will always love you.” 

“But-”

“No no no. Listen to my voice. Focus on me, not on those demons. You are important. You are loved. You have a purpose. What other people think, it doesn’t matter because you have worth. They don’t know what they’re talking about. Love you for you because that’s what really matters. You are one of the most important people in my life and if I could get you to understand just how much you mean to me, I’d do everything in my power to prove it. I love you.”

“Dad..” (Y/n)’s voice trailed off as she rested in his arms, emotionally worn out. Mark rocked her side to side in a warm embrace, whispering soft nothing in her ear. When he pulled away, he noticed that she was beginning to smile. Mark could tell, it was real this time. It would take time for her to heal and recover, but it would be okay. He would be there for her every step of the way.

Just then, her stomach let out a loud rumble. He smirked as (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “You hungry? We’re thinking of ordering pizza.” She smiled and nodded, the sound of food making her empty stomach rumble again. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Mark gave her one last hug before helping her treat her bruises. (Y/n) pulled on a fresh hoodie and followed him downstairs. 

At the sight of her, Jack and Ethan smiled and waved, which surprised the young Fischbach. Everyone there was so happy and excited to see her and slowly but surely the voices began to get quieter and quieter until all that remained was the laughter and comfort that came from her father and their friends.

The movie night was fun. You and Jack argued together against the others about accepting pineapple as a pizza topping. Bob and Wade recalled stories about their college days and stupid stuff that happened recently, which made everyone laugh. They all had a pillow fight while waiting for the pizza to arrive, Mark and Ethan started a mini food fight with popcorn, much to Chica and Henry’s delight, and the pizza was eaten while everyone watched an older movie called “Return to Me”.

(Y/n) felt sleepy as she stared at the tv. She sat next to her dad who had his arm around his girlfriend, Amy. The voices, telling her she didn’t belong there returned, but this time, she rejected them. She knew the truth, and the negative words spewed nothing but lies. She knew that they would never completely go away, and the actions of those that hurt her could never be taken back, but she felt content knowing that even if people disliked or hated her, her father at least would be there to help her drown out her demons. 

As the movie neared its end, Mark felt a small pressure on his arm. Looking over, he smiled when he found his daughter fast asleep and resting against him. “Good night, (Y/n).. I love you so much.” He whispered, kissing her forehead gently and he could’ve sworn he saw a smile creep onto her face. Yeah.. everything would turn out alright.

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Bill Cipher x reader (4)- Creator and Demon

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Mable was ontop of the log located at our back. How she got there without being noticed, I don't think I will ever know. "Hey whatcha reading? Some nerd thing?" Dipper had almost dropped the journal in suprise. "Uhh... uhh... it's nothing!"

Mable giggled, "Uhh... uhh... it's nothing! Haha Haha! Come on are you really not gonna show me?" I heard a munching sound and looked to see the goat from earlier nibbling on the exposed cover of the journal. "Uhhh... let's go somewhere private.."

Back at the Mystery shack, Dipper began explaining our findings in the journal. "Get this, at a certain point, the pages just stop, like the guy who was writing it mysteriously disappeared!" Just then, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" I wondered outloud.

"Well, time to spill the beans," Mable knocked over an empty can of beans and giggled, "This girl's got a date. WOOT WOOT!" She fell back onto the lap of the recliner.

"WHAT??" Dipper and I exclaimed in shock. "Hold on let me get this straight.. in the thirty minutes we were gone, you managed to get yourself a boyfriend?" I said as Dipper stood there speechless. "What can I say? I guess I'm just irresistible!" Said Mable happily as the doorbell rang again.

"COMING!!" She exclaimed, running to the door as Grunkle Stan came through the door way while drinking a soda. Dipper had just climbed onto the now unoccupied recliner and started reading the journal, me looking over his shoulder. "Whatcha reading there kids?" I looked up from where I was reading about gnomes and Dipper quickly hid the journal for some reason. I rolled my eyes as his paranoia as he stuttered about reading some old man jewelry magazine.

Just then, Mable came back with a boy in a dark hoodie. "Hey family! I want you to meet my new boyfriend!" There was twigs seemingly stuck in his hood and some kind of juice on his cheek. To be honest he looked like a slob. We greeted the boy as Mable spoke up. "We met at the cemetary. He's like super deep..." I didn't approve of this relationship, this guy was sketchy as heck.

"Dipper and I were gone thirty minutes. 1) Why were you at the cemetary, Mable. And 2) no relationship is started THAT quickly. Sorry Shooting Star but I don't trust this guy at all."

Mable glared at me, "You're just jealous because I'm able to get a boyfriend faster then you're able to make friends." That stung. I rolled my eyes, "Say what you want. It won't change my mind." Her words still rang in mind though.

"What's your name?" Asked Dipper. Mable's boyfriend looked nervous at that moment. "Uhh.. Normal?" Mable giggle and clung to his arm, "He means Norman." Dipper eyed the blots of red on "Norman's" cheek. "Uhh.. is that blood?"

The substance dripped off his cheek as he looked even more nervous. "It's jam." Mable looked excited. "WHAT??? I LOVE JAM!! Look at this!!!" She looked at me specifically as she said that and I once again rolled my eyes.

"So ummm... do you wanna go and.. maybe hold hands or something?" I wanted to bang my head against a wall as Mable blushed and giggled. They quickly left, Norman accidentally ramming his face onto the door post and probably breaking a few things on his way out.

"Dipper, the journal please." I said, sticking out my hand as it was quickly passed to me. Dipper and I went upstairs and began flipping through the pages. Dipper stopped on one entry.

"Known for their pale skin and bad attitudes, these beings are constantly mistaken for teenagers! Beware Gravity Fall's nefarious ZOMBIES!!!" Exclaimed my little brother. I frowned. "That would explain the whole "meeting at a graveyard" thing, but I'm thinking either that or gnomes." I said, flipping back a few pages to the specific entry.

"Why gnomes?" Said Dipper, looking at me in confusion. "I don't know. I just get the feeling he's a gnome for some reason"

Dipper rolled his eyes, "I will bet you ten dollars that he's a zombie and not a gnome." I smirked, "I'll take you up on that, but I get ten dollars if he turns out to be a gnome." We shook on a deal.

This is G. Garmadon (the G is for my actual name but I don't want to reveal that part of the name). She's an OC of mime for Ninjago. She's the first born daughter of Lord Garmadon and the Mistriss of Dragons.

Eventually, she officially joins the ninja (eventually becoming the grey ninja even though she prefers Black) during the events of the Mega Weapon arc. However, she takes a lot of time learning to trust them (she didn't really have anyone growing up and spent most of her time trying to keep Lloyd safe during his time at Darklies boarding school.)

My design for G. gives her a tough-girl look and feel. I would think the first people whom she trusts in the ninja group is Cole and Nya because of how similar the three of them are.

Because of her powers, the angrier she gets, the more she starts to look like a dragon (until she calms down). Until she reaches her true potential, she isn't able to control her dragon transformation. The last picture is what her full dragon form looks like.

My Hero (Phoenix Wright x reader)

-(Y/n)'s POV-

I stood at the defense table, right beside my boss. Occasionally, I handed him some evidence, watching as his crime solving and observation skills broke down the opposing prosecutor. Phoenix Wright really was one of the best defense attorneys there was.

"As you can see, this picture does indeed show the defendant, Miss Wy Vern going into the shack, however, I'd like to present a new picture to the court. Something that clearly contradicts the witness's testimony."

I handed him the new picture, which he showed to the courtroom. "Oh my! This picture shows the defendant leaving!" exclaimed the judge and that got the jury talking.

"Mr. Kerr, if you really saw Miss Vern never leave the crime scene, then why does this picture show the exact opposite?" The witness, Mr. Joe Kerr, let out a loud cry and slammed his head on the witness stand. I smiled, looking at Phoenix. "Great job! Now to end this!" He smiled back and nodded.

"Wait! Your Honor! T-the defendant probably ran back into the building, knowing that there was a camera there!" said Winston Payne, the prosecutor, from across the courtroom and Phoenix slammed his hand on the table. "OBJECTION!"

'Goodness, his shout sent shivers up my spine..'

"The camera was set to take a picture a second after the door was opened, and as seen in this picture, the defendant is clearly outside the shack and the door is closed.

If the defendant actually stayed in the shack, then there would be another picture of her entering the house. Not only that, but your own brother, Locc Kerr testified that he saw Miss Vern in the gym during the time of the murder, thus giving her even more of an alibi with this proof. If I may, I'd like to present even more evidence to the court."

Another picture was handed in and it caused as much ruckus as the previous one. This time the picture, being half burned but still obvious, showed the witness entering the shack at least 10 minutes after the other picture was taken.

Mr. Payne yelped in shock. "Well. What were you doing entering the shack after the owner left? And why was the evidence you did being burned?" Mr, Kerr promptly began ranting about how the defendant should die, all while foaming at the mouth. I winced at his tantrum and turned to Phoenix. "Well, what now? We've basically proven her innocence, but what about the murderer? Who is it?"

He looked at me and smirked. "It's Joe Kerr. He wanted to get rid of Miss Vern in order to get a chance to steal her fortune. The victim, Miss Vern's friend, entered the shack, and Mr. Kerr, thinking that it was Miss Vern, killed him. When he found out the victim wasn't his target, he decided to grab the evidence and frame Wy Vern."

"Then where is the picture of him leaving the shack?" I asked, confused and shrugged. "Probably completely burned. This picture was in the process of being burned when it was found, so the other one was probably burned before hand, either that or it's being hidden somewhere."

Mr. Kerr, meanwhile, started cussing at the court, ignoring the judge's call for order. Suddenly, he leapt from the witness stand and ran toward the defense table, jumping over the defense table and tackling the two of us as we tried to move away. I let out a yelp as he forced me upward and put a knife to my throat.

"Let me go without consequence or this woman dies." he said and pressed it closer, moving the knife enough to cut my skin just a bit, blood starting to trickle down my neck. I let out an involuntary cry of pain and I saw Phoenix's eyes flash with rage. He took a step forward but then the knife was pointed at him. "Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! She'll pay the price!" He froze, the courtroom silent.

The court guards and policemen were all around the defense table and didn't move as he once again demanded to be let go. When one of the guards moved forward, Joe Kerr turned the two of us toward them and made another cut on my neck.

Just then, Phoenix moved and grabbed the hand holding the knife from behind. He quickly forced it away from my neck, grabbing me out of Mr. Kerr's hold and bringing me against his chest, shielding me with his body as Joe lashed out in anger, slicing Phoenix's jacket and drawing blood.

His rage was his downfall, however, and he was quickly tackled by the guards. Phoenix was trying to look like he wasn't in a lot of pain, but it wasn't working. "Phoenix!" I cried in alarm as his jacket was staining heavily with blood. There was quite the panic in the courtroom and I began crying, trying to figure out what to do. Paramedics quickly arrived and both of us were taken away to the hospital. I was given some stitches for my neck, and let out early, but I couldn't see Phoenix as he was still in surgery and was told to go home and rest.

I felt awful and began to cry on the way back to the Wright & Co. Law Offices. He had saved me, but what if he died from blood loss as a result! I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, I cared way too much about him. If I was going to be honest, I had been crushing on him for quite a while. Eventually I just passed out from exhaustion at his desk.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. "Hello, Wright and Co. Law Offices, I said, a little groggy. "Hello, this is the Los Angeles hospital. Mr. Wright is ready to picked up and taken home. When can we expect you?" This jolted me awake and I responded quickly. "I'll be there as soon as I can!" Having said that, I quickly grabbed my coat, shoes, and a scarf and left for the hospital.

When I arrived, I made a beeline for his room and there he was, attempting to get a shirt on over his cut. I blushed hard. I had no idea that Phoenix worked out. As soon as he saw me, his eyes sparkled and I shyly approached him. He blushed too, and I offered a helping hand. He nodded and I helped him put the shirt on just as a doctor entered the room.

"(Y/n) (L/n)? Please make Mr. Wright takes it easy. His injuries will require a long time of healing. He'll need help with a lot of tasks and will need to take pain killers at least twice a day if not three." I nodded, gathering Phoenix's belongings. We took a taxi to his house and I helped him get settled in.

He was awfully silent throughout the entire drive and I got worried. "Phoenix? What's wrong? You've been really quiet." He looked down, then got up and waked over to me, reaching a hand out hesitantly. I blushed, looking at his hand. "Y-your neck.." "W-what?" "How is it?" I was shocked. He literally cut down his back with a knife and he was worried about some small cut on the front of my neck. He gently took hold of the scarf and unwrapped it, frowning at the stitches. "It's not that bad, Phoenix." He shook his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes. "But I couldn't protect you, and you got hurt.." I looked at him in shock. "You have it worse than I do! You've got a huge cut all the way down your back!" He grabbed my shoulders, looking at me desperately. "But you got hurt! You got hurt, (Y/n)! I never wanted you to get hurt! I love you and I froze up and you got hurt because of it!"

His arms wrapped around me and my heart raced "I- I.. I can't lose you (Y/n). Not you too... I can't have my heart broken again." I gently hugged him back, careful of his injury. "I love you too Phoenix. That's why I was so upset that you got hurt protecting me."

He pulled away and looked at me in shock, with a large scale blush on his face. "Y-you love me?" I looked at him amused as he asked bewildered, "A-am I dreaming? This isn't real is it?" I smiled and blushed, leaning forward, caressing his face, blushing as he leaned into my touch. "Does this feel like a dream?" With that, I closed the gap between us. His lips were even softer and sweeter than I'd imagined they'd be. When he finally kissed back, it was with a desperation and passion I didn't really expect from him, but it just made it that much more enjoyable.

Finally pulling away for air, he pressed his forehead to mine and sighed happily. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment to happen." He whispered this so softly, I could barely hear it. I leaned against him happily and just enjoyed his presence.

"I love you so much, Phoenix Wright. You're my hero." "I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n). More than you could ever know.."

Vegeta and Zamasu drawings