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Our little secret - Eddie Munson

Teacher!Eddie x Student!Fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Synopsis; you don’t know that you are your favourite teachers, favourite student..

Warnings: P in V, Public sex?, Pet names, Oral (m receiving), mouth covering. Not proof read…

A/N; reader is over 18!!

“Ok if you could fuck any teacher, who would it be?” You friend Lilly asked boldly, and quite loudly in the middle of the University halls.

You and your friend Casey laugh at her confidence that nobody would hear her, or maybe she didn’t care. You tried to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks, knowing exactly who you would choose.

“I would definitely go for Cavill, he’s the sexiest English teacher I have ever seen,” she says, imagining the thing he would do to her in her own mind, lust in her eyes.

“Gross,” Casey scoffs, “I’d probably go for Misses Brown, she is something else,” she says, “You like women?” Lilly asks shocked, “I came out to you in fifth grade, what the fuck?” Casey scoff at her best friend of twelve years.

“Sorry,” Lilly says sitting back against the wall, “y/n, you?” She then avoids her best friends hatful gaze, “uhh I don’t know,” you said, lying, completely lying, you have had the most sinful crush on your music teacher Mr Munson since you started at this shit whole University.

“Seriously, I thought you would’ve gone for Cavil too,” Lilly says a little disappointed, “I’m not really, into older men,” you lie, all you were into was older men.

It’s not like your crush on Munson was illegal, he was in his mid thirties and you were almost twenty one, so even if anything did happen, which you highly doubt it would, it wouldn’t be illegal or anything. Would it break every single school rule ever? yes. Would he loose his job? Yes. But, like you said, it would never happen.

“What about Munson? He’s kinda cute,” Casey says, you cheeks instantly flush a red, “oh god, the things I would let him do to me,” Lilly laughed, you gagged at her horniness trying to ignore the embarrassment.

And of course next lesson was music, you always had a certain excitement for music. Maybe it was because of your sexy teacher, or maybe it was because of the instruments.

You sat down in your regular seat, next to Lilly near the back. Your guitar standing next to you ready for whatever you needed to learn today, “right,” you heard that familiar, masculine, raspy voice of your teacher.

God did you live the hot weather recently, all he had been wearing were these tight white tank tops and low black jeans, his long shaggy hair either in a messy bun or down. “Fuck,” Lilly gasped, you couldn’t help but feel maybe a little bit of jealousy when Lilly stared at him with her hungry eyes.

“Gross,” you stated crossing your arms again, your eyebrows furrowed, and expression a little tensed, but that immediately went away when your teacher shot a smile at you, god his smile was so perfect.

“Y/n, good to have you back,” he said, you just smiled back at him nodding. You had only missed yesterday, it felt a little weird he stated your presence and not Micheal’s who had been gone a week.

You watched as he explain a project to the class, you could never really pay attention, especially when he took a second to take a sip of his water, his jawline showing off in the best ways, his muscles flexing. God you could just faint right then and there.

“So get into groups of, four and get on with it,” he said clapping his hands together, which took you out of your little trance, “wait, what?” You said turning to Lilly, “What?” She asked, “What are we doing?” You asked, “Did you not just listen to anything he said?” She asked, “No,” you said in a stutter, a little embarrassed, “God you always zone out in music,” she scoffs, “You have a thing for Munson,” she then says pointing a finger at you, you covered her mouth almost immediately, looking over to see if anyone had heard her.

“Are you fucking crazy Lil?” You asked, and she just couldn’t help but laugh, “Shut up,” you said hitting her, “God, your such a liar,” she said shaking her head, “Can you just tell me what we are doing?” You asked, “groups of four, choose a song to perform next week,” she said.

“Your with me, right?” You asked, “god no, you suck, sorry,” she said, “Lilly,” you said, “maybe you should ask Ed if he’ll give you some extra lessons,” she said winking at you before going off to another group.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she meant it in a sexual way. But you couldn’t help but think about it, tutoring? You did need it, you could never get the rhythm right.

You sighed as you walked over to your teacher sitting at his desk, “Mr Munson,” you called out walking up next to him, he looked up to you, his pretty brown eyes making your legs weak, and his lips that you just wanted to kiss.

“Call me Ed, you’d know that by now y/n,” he smiled, “Ed,” you then said shaking your head, “I was, I was just wondering something,” you started, “yeah?” He asked, god why was every word that came out of his mouth so, attractive.

“I suck at guitar, and your a great teacher, so I was- I was wondering, could I maybe just get some extra, lessons maybe, I can’t actually afford a out of school tutor right now,” you said in a little ramble, he looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded “of course,” he smiled at you, you could just scream.

“Ok cool,” you went to walk away, but realised you needed actual times, so you turned back around, “What days? And uh times?” You asked, “How about Wednesdays after school, and Friday lunches,” he suggested, you just nodded awkwardly, “Cool, good, yes,” you said putting a thumbs up and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?” Lilly stopped you from walking off, “Music,” you said, you forgot you hadn’t told them. “Wh- why?” She asked confused, “well, I asked Ed for extra lessons, and he said yes,” you admitted, “You actually asked?” Lilly stated, “Yeah, I mean I do suck,” you stated, Lilly looked to Casey, exchanging a look, “What?” You questioned.

“You gonna fuck him?” Lilly said with a smirk, “what, god no!” You said, every-time her boldness always shocked you. “I would,” she said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s just lessons, oh my god,” you said, “yeah and who else does Munson give lessons to?” Caste then budded in a asked, “I- i don’t know,” you said trying to figure out someone but finding no one. “He wants you,” Lilly says tapping your shoulder, “I hate you more and more everyday,” you said shaking your head at her immaturity and walking away from her.

“Go get him tiger,” she laughed out, as you flipped her off walking away. Annoyed by her.

You lightly knocked on the door, seeing the incredibly beautiful teacher at his desk, this time in a tight blue shit and black ripped jeans, his hair still down, and muscles still flexed.

“Hey, come in,” he said, you walked in shutting the door behind you and walked up to a seat, which he immediately grabbed another and sat in front of you.

You grabbed out your guitar, you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous, god it was just lessons, absolutely nothing was going to happen, especially not during school, someone could see you even if you tried, although, there weren’t actually windows besides the one at the door and that was shut.

“Ok so, what do you think you have trouble with?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You stutter a little at first, anxious at how close he was, Lilly’s words running through your mind.

“I think it has to do with staying on beat, rhythm, and speed,” you admitted to him, “okay, that’s something that’s easy to work on, you don’t have any problems with coordination do you? That’s always a hard one to sort out,” he said with a smile, “No,” you said simply.

“Ok cool,” he said, scooting even closer, he made you place your guitar in your lap like usual. “It’s all about practice really, and sometimes even just listening to the song your learning over and over again, but more focusing on the beats, you know?” He says and you just nod, trying to not zone out like usual.

“So, should we pick a song for you to do?” He asked, “I guess,” you said, “what’s your type?” He asked. You. “Music type?” He then added, and you replied with, “Mainly rock, punk,” you stated, watching as a smile grows on his face.

“Me too,” he nods, a blush covering your cheeks as he looks at you. “Any bands?” He asks, “Nirvana, Sabbath, I guess are my mains,” you stated, “Ok, well, smells like teen spirits start is a good start off,” he suggested, and you immediately shake your head, you hated how much that song was played, it was a good song but not something you could listen to over and over again anymore, it’s more of a once a year song.

He chuckles at your immediate response, “So your a real nirvana fan,” he says, “You could say that,” you smile back at him, “Ok, In bloom, is that fine?” He asks, you nod.

You practice the chords to the song for a minute to two, getting them pretty easily. The rhythm was easy with this one since you knew the song pretty.

But there was this one chord you couldn’t quite get, no matter how much he explain, you couldn’t get it, it was embarrassing honestly, you really did try.

“Ok here,” he said standing up, he came up behind you, his arms reaching around to glide over yours, you heart beat picked up its pace almost immediately.

“Here. And here,” he said placing your fingers in the ring position, “enough pressure to make it sound not muffled, but not to much to where it hurts,” he says, his voice was right by your ear and you were honestly so close to just running out of that room.

You do as he says, his touch made your skin turn in the best ways. You could feel goosebumps, and your core start to throb, you felt so disgusting but, good at the same time.

“Ready,” he said, holding your hand over the strings, “close your eyes,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was warm and yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and let the pic hit the strings, strumming the chord perfectly. “There you go,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before sitting back down in front of you.

“You wanna try and do it in timing now?” He asks, you nod doing as he says. You did it a little slower than the actual time, but doing it pretty well, “Well all you really have to do now is practice those keys over and over again,” he smiled, god this wasn’t ending, you really didn’t want this to end.

“Do you have a group for the project yet?” He asked, “nope, Lilly ditched me,” you said. “That’s okay, I mean it’s not okay, but- you don’t have to do it, since your newer than the others to this,” he smiled, “thanks,” you said.

It went silent for a second, and your eyes took control, they couldn’t help but roam at your teachers posture, leaning over, his elbows resting on his knees, still taller than you.

You watched as he then stood up, stepping right in front of you. His groin was right in front of you, you felt his fingers glide under your chin: you swear you were dreaming.

“Your kind of a perv you know,” he says, you stay silent in embarrassment, and in shock. “I see you staring in class, all the time,” he states, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-,” you try to get words out but you can’t, everything about this was wrong, but making you so flustered you couldn’t breath almost. “It’s okay princess,” he said, god you could’ve melted at the pet name.

“I like it when pretty girls like you stare, especially you,” you watch as a smirk spreads across his lips, he leans down in a crotch position so you weren’t looking up at him. “Tell me,” he says, “what?” You managed to ask.

“Tell me what you think about when you stare,” he smirks. “Please,” he smiles, “i- fuck,” you said shaking your head not believing this is happening, looking down to the ground trying to comprehend the fact that Lilly was right.

His hand cups under your chin like before making you looking at him, “Tell me,” he said in slightly more demanding tone, which turned you on so very much.

“Depends,” you said, “depends on what?” He asks, “your wearing,” you say, “oh yeah?” He asks, “Tanks tops, I normally imagine ripping it off, straddling you in your chair, while you fuck my brains out,” you say, shyly but with other a stutter.

“I love imagining unbuckling your jeans, your leaned up on the wall while I suck you off,” you say another fantasy, “or, I’m on the wall and your the one giving me head,” you state.

“And, my personal favourite,” you smile seeing the way he’s dying on the inside, “bent over the desk, your hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet as you slam into me, over, and over,” you say.

“You wanna make those fantasies a reality or keep it in that dirty little mind of yours,” he says, “making it a reality sounds nice,” you say, he nods agreeing with you, “yeah,” he says kissing you, you felt yourself fall completely apart then and there, honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone walked in, you just wanted him.

You felt his hands grip your hips pulling you up, legs wrapping around his waist. He placed you onto his desk, disconnected his lips from yours for a moment to lock the door, taking off his shirt on the way back over.

God, it was even better than you imagined. Your fingers trailed over his stomach, and then his chest, before coming back up to his neck and kissing him again.

“I don’t think you notice,” he breathed out as he kissed down your neck, “What?” You asked, trying to focus on something. “Me staring at you,” he admits, you smile at his words, feeling his hands glide under your top and lift it up and off of you. “Your my favourite student,” he says his fingers unclipping your bra, so effortlessly, so easily.

“Your my favourite teacher,” you say right after him, in which he laughs against your skin. Kissing over your chest, taking one of your breasts in, a gasp escaping your mouth as you feel the pleasure run over your chest.

“Y/n,” he says looking at you, you missed his lips on your skin already, “Hm?” You asked looking up at him, his eyes were so beautiful, “You cant tell anyone, not even your best friend,” he said, you had to be stupid to tell Lilly this, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, especially not about this, and Casey would definitely tell the blabber mouth anyways, “our little secret,” you said, watching a smirk form across his lips for the hundredth time.

“Good girl,” he said, you couldn’t help but whine at the pet name, loving it already. “You like that?” He asked looking back into your eyes, you bit your lip nodding, leaning into the hand he had on your neck, kissing down your chest once again.

“Sir,” you called out, he immediately stood right up at the name, smiling at your words. “Yeah princess?” He said, “Can I,” you gulped taking in another breath, “Can you?” He asked tilting his head a little forward furrowing his eyebrows.

You eyes looked down to his crotch area and he smile as you got what you were trying to say, “go ahead,” he said, your hands immediately went around his belt and you fell off from the desk onto your knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers, his length popping straight.

God, he was twice as big as you imagined. You were honestly intimidated by it, but you wrapped your hand around the lower half and licked a stripe up to the tip, hearing a soft moan escape from his lips.

“Good, good,” he whispered, his hand falling on your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, you took a deep breath in before shoving him in your mouth, taking most of him in, just as much as you could, which was more than enough. You went slow for a second, feeling his tip hit the very back of your throat, but you got use to it after a couple times, and your pace got faster, bobbing your head back and forth, loving the sounds that were escaping his mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he said, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, but you didn’t care, you loved this so much, “ok, ok,” you heard him say, pulling your head off his cock and making you stand up, “your so good,” he smiled kissing you harshly.

He twirled you around and bent you over his desk, sliding your pants and panties down your legs, his hands sliding over your ass to your hips, you could feel his tip at your entrance, “You okay love?” He asked, you whined out a yes, “hurry,” you managed to get out, feeling so needy you could die.

“So needy,” he said gripping tightly on your hips before slowly entering you, neither of you cared for a condom at this point, “oh god,” your hands wrapped around the edges of the desk, knuckles must’ve been turning white at how harsh you were gripping it, feeling his length slide in and out of you slowly, everytime speeding up a bit, but he was going way to slow for your liking.

“Your not living up to my fantasy sir,” you spoke, “oh no?“ he questioned, “What do I have to do then?” He asked, “just, don’t hold back,” you said with a smile, “you asked princess,” he said, before slamming into you harshly.

“Fuck!” You screamed out, feeling his hand then come around to your mouth covering it, lifting you up so your back was against him but he could still fuck you.

“Shhh princess,” he said kissing your neck before slamming into you again, his thrusts some how getting harder and harsher by the second. Your muffled moans wouldn’t stop, the feeling was painful in the best ways, but mostly pleasurable.

“You like sneaking ‘round don’t you?” He asked, “I didn’t take you for such a whore y/n,” he said, god was he good with his words. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked hitting the same spot, you nod. He let you fall back onto the desk, his hand was still around your mouth and the other was in your hip, you didn’t know how he was doing it but he was.

You whined as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again, harder and rougher, every time he hit it was more pleasurable than the last. “Fuck,” he groaned out, “you close princess?” He asked, you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach build and build.

Your nails were digging into the desk as you felt your climax wash over you, the best orgasms you had ever had, you could see stars. Your vision became blurry as you arched your back and came all over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said removing his hand from your mouth, only hearing harsh breaths escape from you, he slowly pulled out of you, you didn’t even realise he came inside of you, but he did, you were on the pill so you had absolutely no problem with it.

You felt him pull up your pants you forgot he removed, you slowly stood back up, turning around to see him pulling up his own pants. You felt a little bit of fear that this might’ve just been a one time thing, he looked up to you after unbuckling his jeans smiling as he kissed your soft lips, “get dressed, lunch is almost over,” he said winking at you.

“Ed,” you called out as he grabbed his shirt, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” You asked a little nervous, “No, no, no,” he shook his head, walking up to you again, his shirt falling back over his chest.

“Maybe we should try a date, out of town,” he smiled at you, you felt a little fuzzy at the words, but happy about it, putting your bra and shirt back on, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Friday night?” He asked, you nod biting your lip, about to turn around to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist kissing you one last time, “Fix yourself up before you leave,”.

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blue2black · 2 months

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HAZBIN HOTEL BLOOPERS:

BONUS (1 & 1/2)

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Vivziepop: Don’t get me wrong; I love working with these people. Really, I do.

Vivziepop: But for the love of everything that is unholy if they make one more Snapcube, Sonic Dub reference…

*Vivziepop, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose*

Vivziepop: I will go to hell for murder.

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HAZBIN HOTEL X SNAPCUBE

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(Husk and Alastor fight scene)

Alastor: *sighs dramatically*

Husk: 🫤? *thinks Alastor is improving*

Alastor: I miss my wife, Husker…

Husk: Oh—haHA! 😂 *tilts his head back*

Alastor: I miss her a lot 😭

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(Lucifer punches Adam scene)

Lucifer, wired up in the air to appear like he’s flying: I have to contain you in here.

Adam, also wired up in the air to appear like he’s flying: What??

Lucifer: Your—*giggles*—your fart smells so bad… 😆

Adam: Wait, it wasn’t me!

Adam, being dropped: YOU SMELT IT THEREFORE YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DELT IIIITTTTTTT!!!!!

Lucifer, covering his smile: 🤣

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(Vox calms down Valentino scene)

*Vox, coming up from the elevator*

*elevator dings and opens* Vox: 😏

Vox: My dusty bitch senses told me-

Valentino: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH YOU PIECE OF SHIT- 😂 *throws drink*

Director: CUT! Both of you—WHAT THE HELL??

*Valentino and Vox laugh their asses off*

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(Valentino hits Angel scene)

Director: (3…2…1) Marker.

🎬

Director: Action…!

Angel: Val, I didn’t-

*Valentino “hits” Angel* Angel: OW—Val—!

Valentino, holding Angel by his scruff: Shutthefuckup—SHUT THE FUCK UP! EVERYBODY’S FUCKED MY WIFE *laughs*

Angel: *laughing out of confusion* WHAT?!

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(Lucifer in battle scene)

Lucifer, at the edge of the hotel’s roof: GOIN’ UUUUUUUUP!!!

Lucifer: *jumps off*

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*Velvette and Carmella laughing*

Carmella: Wait—waitwaitwaitwaitwait. *smiling*

Velvette: *wheezes* 😆

Carmella: Okay—go ahead. *holding up the angel’s head (fake)*

Velvette: Hey! Give that, that looks really scrumptious! *trails off giggling*

Carmella: 🙂

Velvette: (ಡ 艸ಡ) *barely holding it together*

Carmella and Velvette: …

Carmella: No.

*Velvette and Carmella break out into wheezing laughter*

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(Alastor breaking Vox’s spy camera scene)

Alastor: *picks up camera* HaHA…you’re going to have to do better than that.

Vox: Why are you on the same line as the VILLAIN LI- *Alastor breaks the camera*

*BTS crew bursts out laughing* Alastor: *walking out as if nothing happened*

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(Alastor takes Charlie to Cannibal Town)

Alastor, while linking arms with Charlie: And here we are!

Charlie: Cannibal Town?

Alastor: No.

Alastor, in all seriousness: Welcome to tilted towers.

Charlie: *chuckling*🤦🏻‍♀️ I know you did not just mess up this whole scene on purpose to make that fucking joke. *Director: CUT!*

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(Alastor introduces Charlie to Rosie scene)

Alastor: This is Rosie! One of the most darling, daring and dangerous overlord on this side of the Pentagram! *Rosie bows politely*

Rosie: *raises herself back up to face Alastor and Charlie*

Alastor: … :)

Charlie: …? •-•

Rosie: … “:)

Rosie, resiting what Alastor told her to say: We get so tilted at the towers-

*Alastor wheezes* Charlie: OH for fuck sa-

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Vox *trying to fix Valentino’s coat for him before the start of a scene*

Valentino: I got it, Christian, geez! 😖

Vox: I’m just trying to help you, god damn!

Velvette: Hey, can you two stop having relationship issues while I’m on the phone with my nonexistent dentist. 😌

Vox: AhHA! Oh, funny that Lilli, yeah.

Vox: 😒🖕🏻

Velvette: Û🫦Û🖕🏾

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(Pentious and Cherri at the club scene)

Cherri: Why would we have sex?

Pentious: Why-

Pentious: *laughs at his idea* Why are your tits one polygon— *breaks off wheezing*

Cherri: PFF—HAHA! 🤣💥💥 *bangs on the table*

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Husk, running around behind the scenes: HAHA, HAH HAH--

Husk: *jumps up* ONE! ☝🏿😄

Vaggie, witnessing it all: ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ⁱˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ…? 😆

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(Discussing theories with Alastor and Lucifer 😃)

Alastor: Do you think it's Lilith?...the one who leashes my character.

Lucifer: Ehh, I think it's possible at least.

Lucifer: It feels a little too obvious.

Alastor: Some of the fans add a little more spice to it.

Lucifer: Spice?

Alastor: 😗

Lucifer: 😐

Lucifer: Ew.

Lucifer: You stole my wife, Alastor?

Alastor: Haha! 😆

Alastor: How do you think Lucifer would feel if that happened?

Lucifer: Oh--I don't know Amir, how do you think he would feel being CUCKED BY A DEER?!

Alastor, laughing: I KNEW a reference was coming!-

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(Angel calming Niffty in the club scene)

Niffty: Shut up shut up shut up shut up...

Niffty: Shut up.

Niffty: SHUT UP.

Niffty: SHUT UP!!

Angel, holding her up: Kimiko, no one's saying anything... 😭

Niffty: I'm improving, do me a favor and play along. *flaps her hand in Angel's face*

Angel: But you're just copying-

Niffty: SHUT UP!

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hacked-by-jake · 4 months

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Therapist: So, tell me about your friends. What are they like?

MC: Well, you know..

MC: Who have we got here...

MC: Jessy, well, Jessy is very emotional. Not very rational. She likes to run into dangerous and unknown homes after using the satnav of someone else and also likes to check out the houses of murder suspects and almost gets killed by them. Luckily she run fast enough, haha.

MC: Thomas... Well, Thomas is a stupid puppy. Most of the time he forgets he's a brain. He's not really good in using it, tho. He's a true cry baby. He mostly is too dump to realise how serious situations are and that's why he just doesn't care about important instructions. Or, he cares but he's not smart enough to follow them. But he loved his girlfriend a lot, which is a good thing. Oh, and he also likes to visit houses of possible murderer. He once broke into Hannahs apartment where he met Cleo who also broke in there. And together they tried to break into Phil’s bar. But remember, door of steel. Very shameful fail.

Therapist:

Therapist: Okay, you told me the Cleo, what about her?

MC: Cleo. Well, Cleo likes break-ins. During the short time I met her, she broke in twice and tried another one but failed terribly. Together with Thomas, by the way. But there was a door made of steel and that was above her break in skills. She also likes to go for runs in the forest while there is a murder in there as well.

Therapist: *nervously chuckles and cleats her throat* Okay, what about... The name say.. Jack Daniels?

MC: Ohh, Dan. Dan is good at shooting with weapons, he can also see if weapons are real or fake pretty fast. And unlike Cleo, he prefers to break out instead of in. Hospitals are not his thing, you know? Oh, and he loves whiskey... and car drives at night... Together...

Therapist: Okay, let's switch. What about a girl called Lilly?

MC: Ah, Lilly. I used to hate her with everything I have, you know. She accused me of kidnapping and murderer. She really messed up. And she's talented in that. She's also good in video production.

Therapist: Thank God, something normal. What kind of videos does she do?

MC: Well, videos in which she incites people and spreads horrible rumors, as mentioned, I hated her once. That was because she made a video in which she accused me and her half brother of the things I also mentioned. Murder and kidnapping and shit. Oh, and she loves to call the police. If you ever need someone to call the police for you, she's the one you should ask.

Therapist: *sighs*

Therapist: And who is Phil?

MC: Argh, Phil is uninteresting. He’s an ordinary misogynist. Owns a bar. He got arrested once. And I suspect he might have killed the former bar owner. But nothing special.

MC: We also got Richy. Well, he's.. he's a very bad criminal, you know. Like, really bad. It's not his biggest strength. He was the one who actually kidnapped the girl, but he didn’t kill anyone. And he even changed his personality and became an old legend. He was shot once, no twice, but at the same time. Thanks to Richy, I know Dan’s good at shooting. And as teenagers he buried a dead body. That's why he became this old, ridiculous legend. And the body also takes us straight to Hannah.

MC: Hannah. Hannah is the kidnapped girl. Hannah is cute. She once fell in love with her half brother but she did not know he's her half brother so.. But she's to blame for the dead body. She borrowed a car from Richy one night even though she didn’t have a driver’s license. Well and then she unfortunately ran over a girl by car. As I said, no driver's license... Long story short: Richy and Hannah and another girl named Amy, who was also in the car, buried the body. Sometimes Hannah has problems with hallucinations, but it’s gotten better since Richy got caught. She thought she’d seen the man without a face. The old legend. But luckily, it was just Richy with a potato sack over his head.

Therapist: You mentioned the half brother of Hannah and Lilly several times now. Tell me about him.

MC: *giggling* Oh, he's my boyfriend. I love him with everything I have, you know. He's just as uninteresting as Phil. He hates Phil, he's very jealous, so please don't tell him I compared the two. But I can't really talk about him, you know. The FBI is watching me so I can't say much.

Therapist: FBI? Why that?

MC: Well, my boyfriend is a government-wanted hacker. And the FBI tries to catch him since several years. So, like I said, as uninteresting as Phil. But I’m relieved he’s a much better criminal than Richy.

Therapist: *about to scream*

+ bonus

Therapist: Can you wait here for a minute? I need to make a call I forgot, but it won’t take long.

MC: Sure, go ahead.

Therapist, in another room, calling: I urgently need a couple of ambulances and just as many white jackets!

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lovebvni · 5 months

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a dream i had + how it pertains to shifting

so, as you guys know i am a dream interpreter, but i am also a reality shifter. a dream i recently had really reminded me of shifting and parts of it have stuck with me for a little while now. i had this dream on the 19th of december in pretty sure, and it is currently the 22nd and i still remember it. this isn’t normal for me. so i will explain the parts that feel the most important then get into the message.

sorry this is kinda long!

the part of the dream was this:

two litte girls, one black and one white, said they were going to run away to their and get married. they showed us a dress and i said something like “your father and i made that dress!” (i am not married in my cr btw AND THE GIRLS R NOT RELATED HELP ME) this dress it had strawberries on it and it was pink and white with ruffles around the trim and sleeves. both strawberries and pink and white are signs from my soulmate. pink is his favorite colour and the main sign i get from him is strawberries! when typing this yesterday, i got this sign n i was like aww!

anyways, i decided i was gonna help them, even after the trouble they cause me before (they like kept breaking into my house n shit. they were little ghosts at this point) but, in order to help them, i had to open a “portal”. it was a green bush over the side of a brick building. it was circular with blue flowers. they looked like lillie’s of the valley but turned upward. they were light blue. i’m pretty sure they were canterbury bell or blue coral bell flowers. it was very interesting. the flower on the bottom right had water in it. earlier i had visited it this exact place and tried to pour the water from that flower into my white candle (which was either made OF my mother or given to me by her. i hope it’s the second option) this didn’t work earlier, and i had the candle again. i leaned down again in front of this flower and pulled out the candle. i started pouring the wax from it into the flower. i’m pretty sure it started to glow, but then i woke up.

i have no idea what happened in this dream afterwards, but i feel in my heart that i was able to get these girls home and then i went through for something. idk LMAO

anyways that was the serious part, what the meaning could be for my shifting journey.

very obviously, it’s saying reverse how i do this. instead of trying to take from the “fountain of life” aka shifting, try to give. give part of myself. make it more fun. have less of a strategy and do more what feels right, you know?

i feel like this can be applied to day to day life. don’t take someone’s energy, be willing to give some… even if it’s sacred to you. be willing to share and do more for others like i did for these girls.

btw i had a similar dream last night where i saved two cats n a plant (yeah a plant) from my fathers residence because they were all like dying, malnourished n stuff like that. i did eventually n they were all safe. it made me very happy.

helping others is a reoccurring theme now, and i feel like that’s going to be the chapter i’m stepping into now :)

im very excited for this new journey coming to me. one where i can rest and guide, fulfill my souls purpose and also have some fun !!!

i love u!! thank u for reading :)

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pierslover · 6 months

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fuck it posting myself cuz I wanna find pokemon moots:3 here's my plumeria cosplay from mcm October 2023!!! I loved doing her omg (apart from the wig shit kept breaking) my friend also did lillie but covered his face cuz he doesn't use tumblr to my knowledge,, anyway pokemon (esp sunmoon/ team skull) fans pls feel free to chat to me or anything! I'm so pokémon autistic

(edit) uncovered his face bcuz he told me to LOL

#mcm comic con #cosplay #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon #alola #pokemon cosplay #team skull #plumeria #plumeria cosplay #team skull cosplay #pokemon sun and moon cosplay #mcm

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mellomak22-blog · 9 months

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Can you do a pre-wednesday Tyler, like right after he comes back from boot camp, and the reader goes to the coffee shop and he's working there, and the reader doesn't realize he's back and she's always had a bit of a crush on him but is still weary of him because of the incident that happened with Xavier.

The show Wednesday! Okay, I can do that. Here's a cute and awkward first interaction with Tyler Galpin ever since he returned from boot camp. Here goes :)

Desc: awkward fluff, feminine presenting reader. Use of she/her

Warnings: none

Ding ding! The tiny little bell on the counter rang through Tyler’s ears. Normally, the Weathervane never got busy. They got a few of their regulars each day, and during autumn, it got a little crowded. But it was never this busy.

“Tyler, get that!” His father shouted from the break room, sitting in a chair with a newspaper in hand. Tyler was in the back, making practice of his latte art. The clover he just tried to do getting messed up, adding to his frustration. A long sigh draws from his lips. Sheriff Galpin was a hardass. He was especially hard on his son when he didn’t live up to the expectations Donovan wanted him to meet. Acting like a total dick in school was just the icing on the cake. His dad sent him to boot camp, with the hopes of his son returning “a better man” who’d get himself a job (Apparently being a barista boy would do that).

It was only Tyler’s second day working at the Weathervane cafe, and he wasn’t thrilled having to work on such a busy day when normally all he could do was make a cup of coffee from a Keurig machine.

Y/N sighs. When am I going to get a coffee? She slams her palm on the bell, ringing it rapidly. Dingdingdingdingdingdi-

“Coming!” Queue Tyler Galpin. He flashes a polite smile and pushes his annoyance down into his throat. “Sorry about the wait! What can I get you?” He leans in, folding his arms on the counter and looking joyfully at his customer. Y/N gulps, and it feels like all the eyes are on her. Tyler wasn’t supposed to be here, she was supposed to ring the bell and her best friend was supposed to drag herself out and her mood would change and they’d bounce up and down together and-

“Hello? Miss?” He chuckles nervously when y/n breaks free from her thoughts and meets his gaze of green eyes. “Oh, sorry. I was just- I was trying to remember everything I needed to order!” She skillfully lied. “But um… is Lilli here?” Her gaze scans the area, trying to find something else to focus on to take away from this god awful experience. “Nope, she’s taking a day off today. It’s just me.” He forces a smile. “Oh, okay. My bad. Can I get an iced mocha latte with 2 pumps of chocolate syrup in it?”

Tyler blinks and there’s a beat of silence as he grabs something. He lifts up a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. “...This?” Not something he had seen often, but it could be done. Y/N looks like she wants to curl into a ball. “Oh! Haha geez I meant vanilla syrup. Like the flavoring!” She scrambles the last of her words out, wanting to smack herself upside the head. “Oh. Alrighty. And what size…did you want that?” Doing his best, he smiles again, softer this time, in hopes of alleviating the pain this was. She gave a helpless looking grin back. Could it get any worse? “Large is fine. That’s it.”

He turns around, getting to work on her drink. Oh god. Are you fucking kidding me? What was that shit? Y/N went to school with Tyler and they had shared a few classes. He sat behind her in math class, where she daydreamed about him just reaching forward and playing with her hair, and he sat next to her in history. They had english together too, but he was across the room. Seeing him here after having disappeared for a while caught her off guard and it threw her out of her rhythm at the Weathervane.

His agitation gradually went away as he got to work on the drink, and soon enough it was done. “Hereee ya go.” He presses a few buttons on the screen at the register. “It’s $7.01.” Tyler offers a plain smile. Y/N fights off making a face. Geez. Lilli must’ve usually given me a discount every time. Damn. She braves a brief grin and pays for the drink. With a quick thanks, she scurries off and out the door. The bells on the door jingling again as she leaves.

“Are you kidding me?! You took a personal day?!” Y/N scolds her friend. A muffled response comes from Lilli over the phone as y/n sips her latte. She fires back. “Well, no. Oh but you DID kinda forget to mention that Tyler was back in town and that you w o r k with him! When were you gonna tell me that?” Y/N stomps away, heading to her next designation. Tyler is back to practicing his latte art.

#wednesday #wednsday addams #tyler galpin #the addams family #horror #mystery #horror mystery #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin x reader

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luimagines · 9 months

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Tbh I don’t think Captain always had a way with girls, I think he was one of those boys who had insane massive glow up and always got rejected until then. Soooo Ima send in a story about it 😋.

There was a little celebration in a tiny village the chain were in. Time and Twi spoke to each other, Wild and four hanging out with new friends they had made in the village, Sky slept so softly as little kids tried to wake him up by poking his face as for Legend, Wind and Hyrule watched Warrior as he danced with two beautiful girls they were judging him, Well, Legend was at least.

“I don’t get it, how is he always attracting girls and guys?” Legend says in frustration. Wind giggles and Hyrule side-eyed him.

“Don’t be jealous of him Legend.” Hyrule furrowed his eyebrows. “Yeah, I mean we’re all friends here. We can’t just- my bad- You can’t just be jealous of him.” Wind closed his eyes and huffed.

“Woah woah woah, no way I would ever be jealous in the likes of him.” Legend rolled his eyes and scoffed. Hyrule and Wind giggled.

“It’s okay we still love you.” Hyrule smiled and Wind nodded in agreement, Legend was obviously annoyed and rolled his eyes, he knew Hyrule and Wind were obviously thinking the same thing as him they’re just not exactly like him. The 3 youngest of the chain were curious but didn’t dare say anything about it. Except for Legend of course.

Then the most dramatic thing had happened well at least in Wilds opinion it was. One of the ladies Husband had seen her dancing with her friend, with Warrior, imagine what the man thought. Yup, his wife was a little obsessed with Warrior when they had came in the village and would never stop talking about him to her husband! he was jealous.

“Lillie?! What the hell are you doing?!” The husband growled. Everyone paused, hell, even Time batted an eye. “Nothing!” The wife’s face turned red out of embarrassment. “First you want to talk about him for days now you wanna dance with him with your friend?” the husband frowned. Warrior quickly backed away from the two ladies as he realized what this guy was trying to imply.

“Oh.” Warrior didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t really trying anything with the ladies.

“It’s not my fault that your insecure!” The wife furrowed her eyebrows and cross her arms, People let out a gasp, Wild laughed, Twi and Time widen their eyes, Hyrule, Leg, and Wind saying “oh shit.” as they were invested in the now drama.

The wife and husband had started to cause a big scene infront of everyone. Eventually the husband was going to try and get War involved.

The husband turned to War looking at him with pure-rage. “And you’re an absolute man-whore! thinking you can get with these l-“ War had cut him off and Twi n Time had stepped in.

“Listen, there’s no way I would do anything with your wife or her friend.” Warrior calmly said, making the husband even more angry somehow. “WELL I THINK YOU SHOU-“

“Stop being so insecure, sir, this seems like something you and your wife should work out. privately.” Time butted in.

“And try not to yell so much, there’s kids here you know.”Twi growled out, Sky had woken up from the screams, the kids and sky stared in complete confusion.

A lot of words were exchanged Twilight had to block this man from even trying to hurt Warrior. Warrior was obviously starting to break character so he left. Everyone’s evening was ruined.

Warrior rubbed his temples in frustration, Legend, Hyrule, and Wind stayed with him.

“God sometimes I hate being pretty.” War growled out.

“Actually?” Legend tilted his head. “I thought you were like always used to the attention and liked it.” Legend said cockily, which in War’s response was a death stare.

“I always didn’t look like this stupid.” War rolled his eyes. Hyrule and Wind got right up in his face.

“Tell us now. Skincare when?.” Hyrule said in serious tone. “And your hair routine.” Wind said confidence. Legend chuckled.

“But you weren’t always looking like this? What happened?” Legend asked curiously. War sighed.

“Back when I was a kid or a teen- basically before I even became a knight. I had bad hair, ance, dark spots on my body, you know that kind of stuff. it’s not like those things are bad because I learned to love myself at the time which resulted, into this.” War smiled. “I was always pretty. people just had high preferences.” War whispered that last part.

“One time when i was young I had the biggest crush on this girl and she didn’t just say no to me when i asked her out she spread rumors about me saying i’m a creep because of the way I looked.” Warrior frowned. “People didn’t like me because of how ‘ugly’ I was.” War said “ugly” sarcastically. “And guess what?” War glanced at the three who were shocked.

“What?” the three said at the same time.

“They still don’t.” War deadpan. “People either think they are higher than you or lower than you which always results in some kind of insecurity and negative response.” Warrior frowns and sighs.

“And guess what.” Warrior glances at the boys.

“What?” The all said in sync once again with wide eyes invested in what he has to say.

“Don’t ever let someone’s looks let you feel a certain type a way. okay?” War gave them the sweetest smile ever.

“Heck yeah!” Wind says happily. “Take his advice Legend.” Hyrule snickers. “That was the lamest advice ever.” Legend says in a attitude but takes the advice anyway. They all laughed.

Honestlyyyy this isn’t the best but that’s probably cause it’s late right now. anyway Goodnight/morning/afternoon when ever you read this pinkie !!

Oh dear XD

Warrior was almost in some serious hot water for just being around.

But you cut of the husband in a way that made it seem like he about to still aggressively defend his wife for liking Warrior like-

"Sir, I want nothing to do with your woman!"

"Well you should!"

I dunno, made me laugh. XD

Kinda wish Twilight came in, fisticuff style to help his buddy out, but I Time would have been holding him back to stay "diplomatic". That's who I see it in my head.

#pinky replies #anon stories #thank you for sending this in!#This was a delight! <3 #:D

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getthisbread · 2 years

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I'll save you a seat.

title creds: Taylor Swift, Lover

summary: It's the little things he does that make you fall harder, and harder for him.

Lloyd Garmadon, Kai Smith, Cole Brookstone (separate) x gn!reader

(UUGHHHH HE'S JUST SO CUTE I CAN'T-)

Lloyd:

Lloyd is constantly worried he isn't enough, this fear translates into late nights and early mornings in constant training.

Please, please, please pull him away if only for five minutes, time he spends with you makes him feel like he could fight the overlord a million times over and not be tired. You refill his chronically low battery.

On a rare day that he has a chance to catch a break, he makes it all about you. No ifs, ands, or buts, you don't have a choice. He wants you to feel as loved as he does in your presence.

Misako, Wu, and Garmadon all think y'all are adorable. Garmadon even teases poor Lloyd, asking when the wedding is.

Lloyd is SO blushy when you are mentioned in conversation, especially with the other ninja teasing their lil' brother.

Lloyd is a big baby when you're alone. Having literally been forced to grow up at a young age, he wants to be babied sometimes, and you happily oblige. Anything to make him happy.

After Chen's disaster of a competition, Lloyd started to write letters to you while he may be away. He wants to romance you just like Garmadon romanced Misako. <3

Lloyd really just wants to settle down with you sometime in the future.

Kai:

Kai wants to take you everywhere, and anywhere. He's the kind of boyfriend to be attached to you in private, but the moment the ninja are near he acts like he wasn't just passed out on your lap.

Will take you on bike rides because he is a bad boy™ (not really, but just let him think he is, for his sake.)

Kai would get you all hyped, telling you that you were going to go for a night on the town, and to be dressed in formal wear, just to "surprise" you with two tickets to the newest minions movie. You lowkey looked like idiots, but he made it up to you by buying you the minion meal at IHOP. (ahhh, true love)

Kai pretends like he doesn't, but he acts like a dumbass older brother to all the ninja. You tell him it's cute, and he combusts, literally.

You had to ban him from twitter. He would constantly give away locations by updating his status.

He is SO protective, it's endearing, yet annoying. You try to explain that you aren't a child and can take care of yourself. He tries to back off, but can't really help it. He just gets so worried.

You and Nya are besties, you (jokingly) talk shit about Kai all the time. >:)

Kai doesn't like to be wrong, but if it's you, he'll give in a lot easier. If you're hot headed like him, arguments might get a bit more extreme, but they won't last too long because you don't want to be mad at each other over something silly.

Cole:

Cole wants to carry you EVERYWHERE, and he can, super strength comes in handy. Cole is such a cuddle-bug, he always wants to be touching you in some way. Whether it be a comforting hand on yours, or you in his lap.

Cole has NO shame, not even in front of the ninja. He'll tell dirty jokes very loudly, and poor Zane won't understand why everyone is all red in the face.

He loves you more than cake, I know! Crazy right? If you are at all able to bake, this man will BEG you to make him a cake. on his knees, puppy-dog eyes, and everything. He is committed.

Sometimes when things are getting a little steamy between you two, Jay will run into your room screaming bloody murder, like the world is going to end, just to freak Cole out.

Cole gets all huffy after Jay tricks him, even though he falls for it every time. You secretly love how pouty he gets. <3

Lou loves you so much, he made a dance about you and Cole getting married, much to his son's dismay. Lou even sat Cole down one night you were visiting, and gave Cole Lilly's engagement ring.

Cole looks like he was chiseled out of stone, he is absolutely shredded. If he happens to catch to you staring, you will not live it down for at least a month.

Cole waits to see your reaction on most things, he wants to know what you think. He doesn't even know he does it, it's a little subconscious sign of his love.

This was my first ever post besides rules, so please give any constructive criticism as you see fit. Thank you sosososo much for reading if you made it this far!!! <3

#lloyd garmadon #cole brookstone #ninjago kai #ninjago x reader #ninjago #kai smith x reader #ninjago lloyd #ninjago cole #kai smith

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lokislastlove · 2 years

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Rules and Regulations (Dark!Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You’re a bartender at an A-lister club with a very powerful admirer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, cuckolding, humiliation, mention of a plug, but if pet play, fingering, oral, sex… probably more but I suck at listing this shit.

Note: So life has been rough and my writing is slow going. Honestly surprised I managed to do this at all. Hope it doesn’t suck. This is Bucky from my ever-expanding Avenger Football AU. ❤️ ~4k

“Come on,” he whines endearingly. “This has to be my hundredth time asking you for a dance in the past week. You have to have breaks sometime.”

He sets both elbows on the bar and leans over the counter as far as he can, desperate to get closer to you. You try to fight the smile. He’s cute, sweet, and persistent.

Since the first time he came in and ordered a drink from you he was hooked. Every night since he has bypassed the sea of scantily clad women in order to sit at the bar and flirt with you, seemingly unbothered by the long gaps when you get busy and have to ignore him. You know you shouldn’t but you find yourself checking often if he’s still there. When you do, he catches your eye and you have to bite your lip to temper your grin.

You let out a deep sigh and he reaches out to catch your hand before you can pick up the next glass to dry, “come on. Just one dance. Please?”

Your eyes fix on his long fingers resting softly across yours, thumb brushing over your suddenly very sensitive knuckles. You feel your cheeks burn and look up into his big dark round eyes.

“I can’t, Joey” you whisper regretfully, heart aching as his fingers slip away and he sits back on the stool with a sad smile.

“Oh my god,” your boss groans dramatically from your side. “I can’t watch this any longer. Lily! Get over here for a minute.”

You gape at her sudden outburst as she snags the towel from your hand and grabs you by the arm. She pulls you along the length of the bar and you prepare for a scolding.

“Nat, I’m sorry –“

She snaps her fingers tersely and you fall silent as she impatiently watches the petite blond girl, Lily, bounce across the room.

“Yeah boss?” Lilly lilts.

“You’re going to help me behind the bar for thirty, it’s time to teach you some stuff anyway and I cannot listen to this lovesick pining any longer.”

Nat pushes you out from behind the bar and raises a brow at you when you try to object. Lily giggles and eagerly takes your place while a figure steps up behind you.

Nat points over your shoulder with a serious look, “thirty minutes and then she comes back - make it worthwhile lover boy.”

Your mouth falls open and you hear his soft chuckle. You turn to find him beaming at you with his hand already extended like a gentleman.

He raises a teasing brow at your hesitation, “any other excuses?”

You bite your lip and scan the crowd, stomach fluttering in nervous excitement as you place your hand in his. His hands are soft, enveloping yours in a comfortable warmth as he leads you to the dance floor. Couples lost in the music dance all around you as he turns and flashes you a brilliant white smile.

“Just tell me if I make you uncomfortable, okay?” His free hand slides up your arm slowly and he starts to sway. He keeps your eyes locked with his, never straying for a second even when you look away in embarrassment.

His fingers tickle over your skin, careful to avoid any areas that might push your boundaries. You follow his lead and you move to the beat, hips swiveling slowly as you loosen up and let the tension melt away. He releases your hand, fingers gingerly finding your hips and pulling you closer. You let out a soft sigh as you brush up against him.

“You smell good,” you let out unthinkingly, eyes closed as his hips move with yours.

He cups the side of your face, thumb flicking over your lower lip, “you are so beautiful.” His voice is gentle and deep in earnest.

You take in a quick breath as he leans in closer, eyes flicking down to your tongue as it pokes out to wet your lip. Suddenly, you panic and turn away, spinning in his arms until your ass grazes his bulging jeans. You feel his chest rumble as he chuckles and pulls you closer.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear, “tease.”

You laugh as his breath tickles down your neck and he breaths you in. Your bodies move in perfect rhythm, this position giving you a little more control and some necessary breathing room. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder. Your eyes flutter as you moan and he takes it as approval for more.

“I have thought about nothing else since I first saw you,” he admits into the crook of your neck, his hands gliding down your hips to the outside of your thighs and back up.

You get lost in the feel of him. You’ve been thinking about him too, imagining how good it would feel to let him touch you. It’s a relief to discover that reality is far better.

“You have to let me take you on a proper date,” he insists pleadingly. “Please.”

He groans out the last word as you rotate your hips a little harder against him. He’s rock hard and your pride swells in the knowledge that it’s all for you. You suppose it can’t hurt to make time for him, right? You deserve to do something for yourself.

You bite your lip again as you nod, grin growing wide at the way he lets out a happy moan and squeezes you to him.

“HEY!”

You startle at the hostile bellow that cuts through the room. Everyone on the dance floor pauses to look over at the entrance where a fresh crowd of patrons loom intimidatingly. It’s their size that strikes you first, all of them are huge, at least a head taller than a majority of the room.

Then you see him pushing past his buddies, his long dark hair kissing the shoulders of his navy blue suit. You stiffen as he steps forward, his stormy blue eyes enraged at the sight of you. Even in the hot crowded room his gaze is enough to make you shiver. You frantically push on the hands still gripping your hips and step away from your dance partner.

“Oh my god… is that Bucky Barnes?!” Joey asks excitedly from beside you.

You shift uncomfortably and whisper out the side of your mouth, “get out of here!”

Bucky pushes through the crowd in a straight shot toward you, making your heart beat violently in your chest. Joey looks between you and the famous wide receiver in confusion. Bucky grunts as he shoulders through a star-struck couple and you quickly jump in front of Joey.

“Bucky,” you warn before melting under his fuming glower. You swallow thickly but don’t move. “It was just a dance.”

“Is that right?” He nods and purses his lips before sizing up the man behind you. “Is that all it was, pal? Just a dance?” His tone is mocking, laced with threat.

Joey takes a moment to consider the situation. He isn’t exactly a small guy, likely not used to bowing out of confrontations. But did he really want to fight a professional football player and a bunch of his teammates?

“Are you her boyfriend?” Joey asks diplomatically.

“I’m asking the questions here.” Bucky takes a menacing step forward and you press your hands to his chest… as if that could stop him.

“Well if you’re not her boyfriend… I suggest you wait while I finish our dance and then you can ask her nicely for one yourself.”

You grimace and let out a breath.

Well, shit.

“What the hell did you say to me?”

“You heard me,” Joey steps up behind you and you hold out a hand to his chest too, trapped in a tense testosterone sandwich. “You think just because you’re a famous football player you don’t owe the lady some manners? A little chivalry might do you some good.”

In your head you’re doing a standing ovation, his words only make you love him more. But he’s an idiot. You watch Bucky’s lips curve into that familiar cruel smile your blood runs cold. He brings his hands together, twisting the three large Super Bowl rings on his finger calmly.

“No, no, no. Bucky please…” you plead.

Bucky steps past you, smacking your hand away as he lands a solid punch to Joeys jaw. The crack is loud enough to make the whole crowd gasp and take another step back. Several cameras flash as two of Bucky’s friends scoop up the wobbling Joey from the floor and drag him toward the clubs exit. Bucky’s hand grips your wrist and you have no choice but to follow him.

You meet Natasha’s apologetic eyes and she mouths a quick, “I’m sorry,” before you are dragged outside.

“Bucky. Just let him go,” you choke back a sob as the two guys toss him into the back of the black suburban waiting on the curb.

Bucky tugs you so that you crash into his firm chest, “is this what you’ve been doing while I was away? Huh? Just whoring yourself out to every man who would have you?”

He squeezes your wrists so hard you think they might snap. You whimper and shake your head, “no.”

“This is not the welcome home greeting I was expecting, kitten. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“I didn’t know you’d be back today,” you whine. “I swear he just wanted a dance and Nat –“

“Nat?” Bucky interrupts, surprised. “Well, I’ll have to have a little chat with her later about who owns this place. I thought the rules were clear when I had you put behind the bar.”

Bucky wipes away a stray tear as it trickles down your cheek and you do your best not to flinch. Your lip quivers as he leans down to smell your hair and brush his lips across your crown.

“Now, I think my little kitten needs to be reminded who holds her leash. Hm?” He pinches your chin as his eyes rove down your body.

You yelp as he turns and shoves you into the car, following close behind. You stare in horror as Joey sits across from you, smashed between two boulder-sized men. His head droops as the car moves and his eye lids struggle to stay open, lip torn and bleeding from the hit. Your heart aches for him. He doesn’t deserve this. He was just trying to defend you.

“Where are we going, Bucky?” You ask meekly.

Bucky slips his hand up your leg, fingers digging into the soft skin of your inner thighs. “Home, of course.” He pauses and leans over to growl in your ear. “Though… if you keep talking like that I might not be able to wait.”

Bucky’s lackeys grin as they leer at you. Bucky has never had qualms about being watched. You drop your eyes submissively and shut up. Bucky will use anything as an excuse to humiliate you, best not to give him a reason. Whatever he’s keeping Joey around for can’t be good, but for now he’s your reason to play nice, and for his sake you’ll do it.

“Ah, finally,” Bucky complains as they pull up to his apartment building.

Bucky hauls you from the car and you watch them drag Joey out too, his arms slung over their shoulders, toes barely touching on the ground. You meet his eye over your shoulder as you pass through the doors and try to convey all the regret you feel for everything that has happened… and is about to happen. He shakes his head at you, almost imperceptibly.

“Good evening, Mr Barnes. Good to have you home, sir.”

“Thank you, Tom.” Bucky beams at the doorman. “I can always count on you for a warm welcome.” He looks at you pointedly before noticing Toms concern. “Oh, my friend here has had a bit of a rough time I’m afraid, so we’ll be having a quiet night at home. If anyone comes calling just take a message for me will you?”

“Yes, of course sir. I’ll see to it you are not disturbed.”

“Best perk of the building, Tom,” Bucky praises as he slides a rolled up hundred dollars into his doorman’s jacket pocket.

The elevator is silent as your mind races with what Bucky could possibly have planned. If he had intended on killing him surely there are places with an easier clean up. Roughing him up is a possibility. But the answer becomes devastatingly obvious when you walk through the door and Bucky instructs his boys to tie Joey to a chair in the living room.

“Bucky,” you beg while Joey hisses in pain, the ropes digging in painfully to his biceps, wrists and ankles. “Please. You don’t have to do this. I get it, okay. I’m yours. I won’t disappoint you again, I promise.”

“Kitten,” Bucky coos, ignoring you as he pets your cheek. “What is the first thing you’re supposed to do when you walk through those doors?”

Your eyes widen, voice caught in your throat. You glance nervously over at Joey who stares back in concern.

“Brock,” Bucky calls without looking away from you.

The muscular man finishes taping Joeys mouth, nods back at Bucky, stands to his full height and delivers a harsh back-handed blow to Joeys cheek. Joeys head whips to the side and he grunts weakly.

“Do you want us to stay?” Brock asks, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he looks at you and rubs his hands together.

“No. Take the night off,” Bucky answers absently as he slips a finger under the thin strap of your dress.

Brock lingers, eyes following the fabric as it slips down your shoulders. You look over shyly at the extra pair of eyes watching you and flinch as Bucky suddenly decided to tear it down the middle. After getting an eye-full, Brock smirks cruelly and finally leaves. He knows Bucky doesn’t like to repeat himself.

“Go on, Kitten,” Bucky says as he swats your ass. “The longer you take, the longer you leave me alone with your little boyfriend here.”

The threat is effective. You quickly run down the hall and return in under two minutes. Rounding the corner to the living room, you find Bucky sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on his wide knees as he talks to Joey in a quiet timber.

“Ah, there she is,” Bucky’s face brightens as he spots you.

Thankfully Joey has his back to you and makes no effort to look, you savor those last few steps before he sees the real you. The you that Bucky has made you.

Bucky stands up and holds his hand out to you. You close your eyes and with one last breath you take his hand, allowing him to pull you in front of Joey.

“My. Sweet. Little. Kitten,” Bucky praises. “You can see why I call her that now, don’t ya kid?” He mocks as he runs his fingers down the long white tail and tugs it sharply.

You wince and clench your ass to keep the plug in place. Bucky chuckles softly as he turns you, giving Joey the full view of your pink collar, silky white lingerie, cat ear headband and knee high socks, complete with pink paw prints on the feet. Your skin burns in humiliation as your gaze finally meets Joey’s wide eyes.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” Bucky provokes as he runs his hands down your sides and curls them around to squeeze your tits. “You want to hear her purr?”

You let out a breath as Bucky cups your cunt and begins to rub. His thick fingers slip easily along the thin satin fabric, pressing with just the right amount of pressure to make your stomach spasm. You try to hold in the moans, those noises he has become so good at extracting from you. You want to resist for Joey’s sake, knowing every second pushes him further and further away.

Bucky pushes aside your wet panties and slides two fingers deep inside you. The squelching fills the room as your knees begin to tremble, but his arm around your ribs keeps you from escaping his forceful attention. The obscene sounds alone are enough to betray you. There is no denying at least some part of you wants this – at least, that’s likely what Joey believes.

Your eyes roll and your body hums with pleasure. His fingers fuck you hard and fast, curled at the perfect angle with his palm presses firmly to your clit. What starts as a sob finishes as a drawn out moan and you cum shakily in his arms.

“That’s right, kitten,” Bucky kisses your neck. “Only I get to make you come... Not you, not that ex husband, and certainly not this little boy you found.”

His hand flies to your throat, still sticky with your come, and he squeezes, “who do you belong to?” He shakes you when you keep your mouth closed. “Say it.”

“You,” you struggle to get out.

“Good. Now, be a good girl and go sit in his lap.”

“Wha?”

“Hey, you picked him. If you didn’t want to include him you shouldn’t have let him touch my things,” Bucky growls as he pushes you between Joeys legs. “So let’s get nice and cozy, huh?”

You sniffle as you delicately lower yourself onto Joeys lap, trying to balance on his thighs and not further back against his crotch. Bucky watches with a smirk, enjoying the tension building between you.

“Now lay back. Show me that pretty pussy. I’m sure he won’t mind,” Bucky chuckles.

Joey stiffens as you settle over him and rest your head on his shoulder. You start to slip and reach down instinctively to push yourself back into place. Your hands graze his hips and you wiggle against him. You feel his cock pressing sharply into your lower back and you freeze, eyes wide.

“What is it kitten? Disappointed to know your white knight is just as depraved as I am?” Bucky laughs and he leans down, eyes dropping to where you try to arch your body away from Joeys erection. “No matter how nice you think they are… all men are animals. I’m just more honest about it.”

Joey growls, his chest vibrating at your back as Bucky lifts your legs and kneels before you. He hooks your legs over his shoulders and grips your thighs tight as you whimper in anticipation. You’re still sensitive, but that’s when Bucky loves to taste you most.

Bucky locks eyes with you as he dips his head down and licks along the crease of your thighs, humming happily as he cleans up your slick. His rough tongue around your outer lips and the heat at your back has you shaking. He loves to take his time, it’s the anticipation that destroys your resolve. You know he wants to hear you beg for it.

“Best I’ve ever tasted,” Bucky licks his shiny lips, kissing your thighs. “mmm, I don’t blame you for wanting her. But this is elite grade pussy, not suitable for just anyone. Is it kitten?”

You turn your head away from Joey, your eyes shut tight in shame. You’re dripping and it only gets worse with Bucky’s praise - something he doesn’t give often. Bucky’s arm adjusts as he reaches over to slap your cunt.

“Is it?!” Bucky snarls.

You cry out and try to cover yourself but his nails dig in to your thighs until you submit, “no! No! Only you, Bucky! Please.”

“Good girl,” he coos relaxing his fingers before burying his head between your legs.

You arch your back in surprise, your ass pressing into Joeys hard cock as you grip his arms still strapped to the chair. Your breath comes out in heavy puffs, chest heaving at the way he plays with your clit.

You feel his digits trace your slit as he sucks your clit softly, he circles your entrance, spreading your slick before shoving a finger back inside you. He pulls his mouth away as you start to moan weakly, your hips grinding against his hand.

Joey groans softly and you turn to look at him instinctually. His eyes are fixed on your cunt being stretched by Bucky’s fingers. Your skin grows sticky with sweat as Joeys heat combines with your own. Bucky takes you in, smirking at the way Joeys eyelids grow heavy and his hips buck to add more friction against your ass.

Bucky stops right as you near your second orgasm and stands, pulling you up with him, “eh eh eh, don’t get greedy now, boy.”

“Bend over, kitten. Hands on the back of the chair, so he can hear how much you like it,” Bucky orders, pushing your shoulders down until you bend at the hip.

Your trembling hands grip the chair right above Joeys shoulders, face close enough to his to smell his cologne. He smells just as good as he did on the dance floor, better even. You focus on the memory it brings until you whisper a soft, “I’m sorry,” in his ear.

At that moment Bucky plunges into your swollen cunt. His rigid cock stretches you painfully, walls protesting as you try to stifle your noises. But when he hits that spot deep inside you, that spot that makes your knees go weak, all bets are off. You let out a long moan, pushing back your hips to meet that blissful pain of him scratching that deep itch. Hands on your hips, Bucky sets a steady rhythm, balls tapping your sensitive clit with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, Kitten. I’d take this pussy over a Super Bowl win any day… can’t believe you thought I’d ever let another man touch you.”

Bucky’s smacks your ass sharply and you cry out into Joeys ear. You can hear him still moaning at the sight of you, the noises you make. You imagine it’s him behind you. Imagine that when it’s finished he’ll cuddle up with you and kiss your forehead tenderly.

You settle in that rapturous fantasy and let it carry you through your next two orgasms. It is finally broken by Bucky shoving you to your knees and coming on your face. He stumbles backward and falls into the couch with a sigh before tucking himself away.

“Bad kitty,” Bucky smirks. “Look at the mess you made.”

Tears flow freely down your cheeks, mixing with his thick cum as you sit at Joeys feet. You can see the betrayal in his brown eyes, the hurt that you didn’t tell him sooner. You suppose it was selfish of you to hope for something real.

“Do you understand your place now, Kitten?”

You wipe the wetness from your face as you nod, “y-yes.”

“Good. Now, go clean up,” Bucky orders, standing once more and fiddling with his rings. “I’ll make sure the boy gets home safe.”

You sniffle as he nears you and you look up at him. He cups your chin and hums with a smirk, “if I catch you doing something stupid like this again, I won’t be so generous. Got it?”

“Yes, Bucky,” you reply.

You wobble as you get to your feet and give Joey one last apologetic look before walking gingerly down the hall. Your night is far from over. He’ll likely save the really brutal stuff for when he returns… but at least you can be happy Joey made it out alive.

Tags: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @caffiend-queen @queenoftheworldisdead @buttercupfangirl @emberenchanted @lokiswildheartcantbebroken @needleandhammer @thiskindahotkindamusic @threeminutesoflife @jaspearl31 @queenyanna111 @phildunphyisadilf

#dark bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky Barnes #football AU #noncon/dubcon #dark fic #bucky barnes x reader #Rules and Regulations

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vtforpedro · 5 days

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life update - long

It took me a hot minute to find the last update. December, I guess? I'm so tired I never stop being tired and time is not real anymore. Anyway. Disability Stuff: I won my case in federal court in February. They said it'd take a year so I was a little hm. Found out the SSA voluntarily asked the judge for the remand because the written decision was indefensible and they were gonna take another look. Pros: Hey, I won! I get a second hearing! Cons: I didn't get a brief written by the federal law firm because there was no time. This is actually a tactic used by the SSA. I have no doubt they're fine tuning another denial. I also have to wait for the lower level court to figure out what was so bad about it (that they'd already ruled was perfect) to give to the judge I will have another hearing with. The same judge. Who said I was a liar multiple times and omitted eight months of medical evidence and said mental health issues are subjective hahaha. I hate this country. Health: Boy howdy it's been better and worse. I had the tilt table test in late December, went... ok enough, but my neuro didn't like how ambiguous the report was and sent me back to them to speak to an autonomic disorder specialist. Scheduled in Jan, just had my appt with her this month lol she is busy. She ordered: genetics test, labs, and skin biopsy. I've done the first two, third is scheduled in July and I'm gonna be a mess because needles u_u Brain stuff is much of the same. Episodic. Manageable times are a godsend, bad times are really bad. My heart started to do some funky ass shit a few months ago. My mom kept writing it off as anxiety no matter how much I explained that it felt like my heart was pounding after exercise. My BP and pulse shot up high for a while and b/c my pulse never came back down and it was interfering with, you know, living, my PCP sent me to cardiology. :') Cause I wanted my heart involved in this mess One 24hr holter monitor, echo, and heart ultrasound later, and I have a new heart condition. He said 'your heart is beating so fast you would normally see it with exercise' bada boom baby and has nothing to do with fucking ANXIETY >:[ I'm on heart medication. 10 meds. I need to start another med for my psych but that's 11 and I'm honestly getting upset because it's so fucking much medication in one day but every single one of them is necessary so what can really I do? Personal: Relationship with my mom is at an all time low. This is extremely unfortunate because a few weeks ago, my mom told me she is basically being 'laid off' (she's not losing her job for a while, just retiring earlier than expected) and I have to leave my home of 10 years by mid-August. Got no sympathy from her about it *finger guns* I've gone through the devastation of that and am kind of just stuck in how is any of that gonna work. My brother and I can't live together, so he's gonna move into a family friend's rental. Except he has no job and hasn't been able to get one in months. He started one on Monday, is gonna leave by Friday because it's horrific ig. Anyway my mom promises he won't be there. We have to move based on my disabilities and my mom's house is gonna have to reflect what we have here. I'll see it when I believe it. I don't trust her anymore. Extra unfortunate that I'm gonna be living 24/7 with my mother who has been an abusive person in my life the past two years. The short break thru the day that my apartment is just mine, quiet and gentle, is gonna be gone. I'll be introducing my solitary 11 year old cat Lilly into a house with 3 other cats. She only knew Isis her entire life. She was just diagnosed with neuro issues this year after going through an MRI. We don't know if she has seizure activity or if it's movement disorder, but the med she's on treats both and she has gotten better. Same process Isis went through. Cannot believe I have two cats with neuro issues and likely the same one. May 18th was one year since Isis passed. Rough, tiring day.

I don't know how it has been that long. Feels like it just happened. I can still see her and feel her through my apartment and losing it in August will probably shatter me most because of losing the last place she existed in. I miss her more than I can say.

She was my little soulmate and her absence is felt in every corner here. Writing/Fandom:

I went through a whole fucking situation over in the Stranger Things fandom that has left me not wanting to post anymore. Idk if neuro shit has destroyed my ability to write but it's humiliating and painful every time I post a fic.

I posted stucky (1 out of 2 fics this year) on my main acct and lost 8 fuckin user subs? Like goddamn. What'd stucky do 😭 anyway it was even more devastating and kinda like 'here's your big ass sign to keep your writing to yourself.'

Between the god awful shit that happened in the ST fandom and my inability to put together even a good one shot, I'm feeling really down about one of two creative things I can do in my life. I used to love sharing my stuff. I want to write and share but it feels like it's harming my MH. I can't draw or paint right now, either. And I can barely move around my apartment without pain. I can't even leave it except for doctor appointments.

Idk. Very walls are closing in type of feeling and I hate it. In short: I'm tired, struggling, and too many things are happening at once. I love you all 😩💜 thank you for your patience and love and kind words. Your support is felt through one update to the next. I hope you're all well and I'm sending all my love and hugs to you.

#vtforpedro personal #vtforpedro medical #tw mental health #tw disability

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4ragon · 1 year

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So I just reblogged another aa fanfic masterlist, and that seemed like a cool idea. SO, since so many people are migrating to here from Twitter (and especially since this is the only place where my name doesn't match my AO3 account) I thought should put a list of my AA fics together! (I'd do the other fandoms but I don't think I'd have a substantial enough list)

So here's the JJ Ace Attorney fanfic masterlist:

Long Fics -

The Miraculous Disappearance Of Phoenix Wright (107,213 words)

Phoenix Wright wakes up in a world where he never existed. What will he do when he's trapped in a world where everything he's ever loved is gone? Minor narumitsu. My first AA fic, and the fic that got me back into writing for the first time since I was a shitty teenager.

(Also please read the tags, this one has some heavy subject matter and a LOT of spoilers)

Singderella (28,103 words)

Apollo decides to try his hand at a singing contest, held by a certain ex-rockstar, for a chance to win some runner-up money. He didn't want to win the dang contest. And he sure as hell didn't want to become Klavier Gavin's mysterious disappearing muse. This one is Klapollo and this one's Silly As Hell.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted (111,197 words)

Six lawyers and a magician spend a week at the beach. One condo. Six lawyers. Seven secret plans. What could possibly go wrong? Established narumitsu, getting-together klapollo, platonic Athena and Simon, and Trucy Wright in all her glory. (Also has some AA4 and 5 spoilers)

also @/ministarfruit drew me fanart and it made me cry

Shorter Klapollo fics -

Google Search: how to turn off a gaviners alarm clock

Google Search: off button on gaviners alarm clock Google Search: how to end my suffering Google Search: please god i just wanted to sleep in

No I did not write this as a thinly veiled excuse to complain about my roommate's alarm clock what are you talking about

Also fanart from @/lycheestew

Don't Get Too Comfortable

Apollo gets caught in a rainstorm, so Klavier invites him to wait it out at his condo. Written for the Klapollo Unfolding Melody zine. I'm really proud of this one!

Either Way

It's Klavier's first week back since the Misham Trial, and Klavier had yet to gather the courage to see Apollo Justice. At least, until Apollo Justice grabs him in a panic and shoves the two of them into a broom closet.

(Klapollo Week 2021 - Protection)

Atroquinine My Love (Accoustic)

When Apollo asks Klavier for guitar lessons, Klavier is more than happy to oblige. Written for the 2021 Klapollo minibang, featuring lovely art from the wonderful @/nhuquyen

Half-and-Half

Klavier and Apollo go on their first date. That's it. That's the fic.

(Klapollo Week 2021 - Firsts)

Of Petals and Punctuality

Klavier forgets about their anniversary. That's also it. (Everyone also says this fic makes them sad but I thought it was fucking funny when I wrote it)

(Klapollo Week 2021 - Flowers)

Just A Quiet Morning

Apollo Justice wakes up to make breakfast on his wedding anniversary.

(Klapollo Week 2023 - Domesticity)

Schatz

“Hey, Athena, what does ‘shots’ mean?” Pre-dating, Athena and Phoenix mess with Apollo.

(Klapollo Week 2023 - Nicknames)

Narumitsu fics -

Procrastination

Prompt: Pre-dating narumitsu pinning and yearning for each other and all their friends and family trying to find a way for them to be finally be together

This was for a secret santa.

The Gentleman Always Gets the Girl

Sorry, Mr. Edgeworth, but the gentleman always gets the girl.

(Narumitsu Week 2023 - Foreign)

But I Thought You Hated The Mall

Miles takes Trucy to the mall. This does not go as planned.

(Narumitsu Week 2023 - Family)

Gen Fics -

A Different Kind of Lullaby (Warning, major AAI2 Spoilers)

“Hi Mr. Edgeworth, do you think Pops killed my mom?”

@/ehlihr drew the coolest fucking comic btw holy shit

Baking and Entering

Kay and Sebastian break into Edgeworth's house to bake a cake. This one was for the Dadworth Lion Lillies zine and I'm also super proud of it.

Juniper Dumped Me

Wait, wait when were Juniper and I dating?!

In which Juniper dumps Apollo, who absolutely knows what's happening, don't worry about it. Minor Junithena, literally the stupidest thing I've ever written. Dedicated to my discord friends who helped me come up with the idea.

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Kay Faraday has a secret and Miles has to get to the bottom of it. Also has some AAI2 spoilers.

Another Trip Around The Sun

Apollo Justice's first birthday without Clay Terran. Minor klapollo. It's a story about grief and I did cry while writing it.

Just a Roll of Stamps

It's been a year since Phoenix officially adopted Trucy, and Phoenix is starting to worry that she hasn't made any friends.

(Wright Family Week 2021 - Friends)

Bet On It

Apollo and Athena vs. Trucy and Phoenix. Whoever beats the escape room first wins. Whoever loses buys noodles for a year. But…it can't be that simple, right?

(Wright Family Week 2021 - Scheming and Hijinks)

Dear Runo

Phoenix and Trucy decide to clean out their spare room, and discover an old cardboard box labeled Grandpa Ryuu. Inside, they discover some old books, some letters, and possibly an old secret?! (Or maybe not). This one was for another secret santa exchange.

First Class Accomodations

After the events of Investigations 2, Sebastian Debeste is invited to spend a few nights at the Courtney residence while he figures out what to do next.

This was written for the AA Writer Zine and I am very proud of it.

Tumblr Original Ficlets

Ficlets include narumitsu, klapollo, and a few junithena, and one (1) blackmadhi.

Anyway, I think that's everything. Y'all super don't have to read these, I just wanted all of them in one place. If you do read them, though, feel free to let me know if you liked them! Comments and stuff make my day.

#fanfic #ace attorney #klapollo #narumitsu #fan fiction #wrightworth #this was fun!#j

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jakesduskwood · 2 years

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take me by the hand

Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC

Genre: Hurt / Comfort, Post-Episode 10

Summary: Following the reveal of The Man Without The Face, MC is a little too worried about Jake. So she does the only reasonable thing she can think of. Heads to Duskwood to find him.

EPISODE-10 SPOILERS AHEAD!

[ A/N: Hello :)

I just started this blog to talk about my love for Jake / post fanfics I might have written after / during my playthrough of Duskwood. So if you would like to talk about the game / Episode 10 / theories / anything at all, feel free to send me a message / ask :)

Anyway, this is a fanfic I wrote Post-Episode 10. ]

I love you.

The realization hit me a little later than it probably should have, but I did. I loved Jake. Perhaps I knew before. No. I definitely knew before. Jake had told me he didn’t trust easily. He hadn’t. Not until me. Even then, it took time to break down his walls. Get him to trust me. Enough to tell me his name. That Hannah and Lilly were his sisters. His whereabouts. That he loved me.

What if that was the last thing we said to each other?

After everything—everything we’d been through, after Richy, after Jake’s promise to meet me in Duskwood when all of this was over—we were so close. So close. We had risked too much for it to end like this. He had protected me too much. And if—if he didn’t make it out of there, I would have nobody to blame but myself. After all, he had gone into the mine in my place. Gone into the mine to find Hannah, but Alan found Hannah and Jake was—No. I couldn’t think like that. It had only been minutes. Minutes since I’d heard Richy tell Jessy he’d been the MWAF. Minutes since Jessy’s cries had died down in my head. Since my own cries had died down.

Richy. Who I’d considered a friend. Who I’d mourned when he died. Who I’d told to go comfort Jessy when she was attacked by the Man Without A Face. Who I’d like I was responsible for. If I had only begged him a little harder not to go into the woods—but no. No. He was the one behind it all. He was the one who had kidnapped Hannah. Who drove Amy to her death. Who lied to the people who trusted him. Who betrayed us. And now—

Suddenly, a message on my phone came through.

CLEO: Richy’s dead.

My heart skipped a beat.

DAN: What?

CLEO: There was a fire. Explosion.

CLEO: Suicide, they think.

I leaned my head back against the wall. Richy was dead. I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t know if I wanted him to make it. If I thought it’d be easier. He had asked if I believed he was sorry, but my answer remained the same. I didn’t know. I didn’t think I could forgive him either way. But I did care about him. I did consider him a friend.

Jake.

My head snapped up. Jake was in the mine. Well, maybe. He told me he would text me when he made it out. My phone showed he was still offline. No time to panic. He would be nowhere near Richy. But—Jake was the one who told me the mine was in danger of collapsing. And even if he made it out, who was to say he wouldn’t be caught the minute he did? Alan was right. There was no way the FBI were there for Hannah. And they had probably placed men at every exit. He had promised me he wouldn’t be caught, but how sure could he be? How could he possibly know the next move they’d make when he was trapped in a crumbling mine with no phone service. A stray tear slipped down my face. If Jake didn’t make it—I would bring Richy back to kill him myself.

Your fault, my head screamed.

I love you.

I love you, too.

“Come on, Jake.” I whispered harshly. “Don’t do this to me.”

Jake is offline.

Shit.

Maybe it had only been a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Felt like he should have been out of that mine already. Felt like he should have been texting me to reassure me he was fine. That he’d made it out. That they hadn’t caught him and that we would see each other soon.

I needed to see him.

I needed him to take me into his arms and reassure me the way I had wanted him to since we had first started this thing. Sure, at first, he was a little suspicious. Maybe suspicious wasn’t the right word to use. Just…cautious. Like he didn’t trust people. But I had broken down his walls. Gotten to know him. Gotten to fall in love with him. I didn’t care that I didn’t know what he looked like or that I’d never heard his voice or that he was wanted by the government. I’d fallen in love with him—with who he was.

And he loved me back.

Well. Apparently, Jake didn’t know one thing about me. It would only take a few hours for me to get to Duskwood. I’d looked it up on my maps at the start of all of this—before Jake had begged me not to go. He would probably be mad at me. It didn’t matter. His life was in danger. That was something worth breaking a promise for. Besides, if I got to see him—I would take his anger and frustration with a smile. Kiss it off of his face.

I took a deep breath and texted the group back.

ME: They haven’t found anybody else, have they?

LILLY: No, [MC].

I didn’t know whether to be relieved or cry.

Well.

Forgive me, Jake.

But I’m going to Duskwood a bit early.

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The road to the Grimrock Waterfall was crawling with numbers of police. The aftermath was still fresh. I assumed Hannah was long gone, probably settled into the hospital with her friends by her side. I’d visit her eventually. Maybe I’d figure out how I knew her. If I even did. Perhaps she had sent the wrong number. Maybe Richy had set us up. Maybe I would just have to live with the not knowing.

It didn’t matter, anyway.

Hannah was safe. Richy was dead. If I repeated it enough times in my head, maybe I could make it sound true. Make the nightmare we’ve been living in go away. Maybe I wouldn’t have to look over my shoulder every five seconds, wondering if someone was watching me. If I would be the next victim. Maybe we would be free to live now.

I could have been in there. In the mine. Blindly feeling my way around. Maybe I would have met Richy at the waterfall. And then…would he have killed me? Maybe I would’ve seen his face and he would’ve taken me hostage too. Drugged me and put me on a never-ending video loop to play for Jake and the others.

A figure caught my eye by one of the trees. My breath hitched for a split second until I realized it wasn’t who I thought it was. But it was somebody. I made my way over, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my sweater. For late-May, it was surprisingly cool outside.

“Thought you’d be at the hospital.”

The figure turned. Wheels squeaked underneath him. “Too many people right now. Figured that I would…” He motioned down at the wheelchair. “This was as far as I could go. Think they would kill me for tryin’ to go further anyway. What are you doing here?”

I shook my head. “Don’t know yet.”

“I don’t know if I believe it.” Dan shook his head. “Richy. Didn’t think he could hurt anyone. To know that…and I was the one who—”

“You can’t think like that.” I responded. “Dan, he would’ve hurt somebody. You were just doing what you thought was best. Nobody can blame you for that. Besides, he had plenty of time to get help before he died. He did this to himself.”

He hummed. “Maybe.”

“How’s Jessy?”

“Went to the hospital with the others. She wanted to be alone, but I don’t think anyone was ready to let her. They were close, you know. Always felt like I had to compete with him for her. I think she would have picked him in the end.”

“She cares about you, Dan.” I promised. Then, after a minute: “And Hannah?”

“Thomas said she’s as okay as she can be. Think she’s more in shock than injured. To be held by someone you trusted, someone you considered a friend, that’s rough. It’ll take time. I think she’s also dealing with the fact that everyone knows about Jennifer now.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I reminded him. “It doesn’t make what Richy did right.”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “You think he’s still here?”

“I don’t know where he is,” I answered. “He said he would let me know when he was out. It says he’s been offline for hours but…I don’t know.”

“You plan on staying here?”

I shrugged. “Probably, at least for the night. Guess we’ll see where it gets us. Don’t think I could sleep much either way. I still feel like I’m being watched. Like Michael’s going to turn up at any moment and say it was all a joke. That it was him.”

“I think that would be too easy.”

I smiled weakly. “Probably.” My smile faded. “Dan? I’m sorry, about—”

“I shouldn’t have asked.” He waved a hand. “I know I’m not the first person to. I knew you were involved with Hackerman. Just hoped you weren’t. But it makes sense. The truth is, I don’t have a reason to dislike him. Just think you could do better than a life like that.”

“I have my demons too, Dan.” I told him. “Besides—I think I would go anywhere in the world if it was with him. We can still have that movie night, though.”

He grinned. “I look forward to it.”

“I don’t know why I came,” I crossed my arms over my chest and rubbed them, suddenly feeling like an idiot. “He’s not coming out here, no matter what. There’s cops everywhere. I just thought he would text me and I could find him or—sounds like one of those stupid romcom movies now that I think about it.”

“Maybe stupid romcoms are your thing.”

“No, they’re not.” I laughed.

“Maybe they are,” He said again. “Don’t you wonder something?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.”

He looked up at me. “That guy over there’s been glaring at us for ten minutes.”

My heart skipped a beat. My head snapped up to where Dan’s head was tilted toward the edge of the woods. There was a figure, hidden just enough that you wouldn’t be able to see them without actually looking for them. Their dark attire blended into the trees. Their face was tilted down and hidden beneath their black hood. Still, I could tell that Dan was right. Their posture was rigid and stiff. Turned toward us like they were unhappy. At first, I thought it was Michael, maybe coming to laugh and tell us that it was him all along, that he had framed and killed Richy and that he was coming to kill me next.

But then my phone buzzed.

Jake is online.

No. No way. All of the emotion I felt inside of me came bursting out at once. Tears poured down my face no matter how furiously I wiped at them. Jake was alive. He was alive. And Hannah was safe. And Richy was dead. Richy was the MWAF. Michael wasn’t coming back from the dead to tell us it was him. And I hadn’t cried about that yet. No. I had. I had cried while I was on the call with Richy. Watching him bleed out from a gunshot wound. I’d cried as I watched Jessy come to terms with the realization. I’d cried when I realized I didn’t know if Jake was okay or captured or if he was dead and I would never see him again. I cried during all of it.

But not like this. I hadn’t felt my limbs shake with each gasping breath as I realized that my final words to Richy had been nothing but resentment. As I realized just how serious the situation was and that never seeing Jake again was an actual possibility. And yet—here he was. And that made me sob harder. The guy who loved me was standing there, and all I could think to do was cry and shake because drawing attention to him would cause them to find him and I could not handle that when I just got him back.

“Please do not pass out on me.” Dan warned. “It’ll be really hard to catch you.”

Somehow, that made me feel worse. I sniffled and wiped at my eyes, feeling incredibly weak and stupid for someone who just realized the guy she’d drove two hours to see was actually alive and not dead. My phone buzzed in my hand.

JAKE: I told you I would contact you when I got out.

JAKE: Please do not cry.

I snorted slightly. Yet—it gave me more comfort than anything had in a long time. To know that we did it. That we found the culprit. Sure, it was someone we trusted, and sure, we lost someone we considered a friend tonight, but it was over.

JAKE: Come here.

I looked down at my phone and then back at the hooded figure. I didn’t want to risk it, but when I saw him take a step toward me, I gave in and hurried toward him without even a quick goodbye to Dan. It was okay. He’d understand. I plowed into the figure at full force, nearly knocking him off of his feet and burying my face in his neck.

He was the perfect height. The kind where my head fit perfectly against him, where I could hear his pounding heart against my own, feel his face buried in my hair. I probably looked a mess but I didn’t care. I tightened my grip around him, burying my tears in his hoodie and soaking it with my face.

“Jake—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered back.

Oh. His voice was soothing. The kind you could fall asleep to. The kind you knew you were safe around. He kissed the top of my head and I melted. I remembered when I watched Richy die, the first time. I told Jake I wished he could take me in his arms. Much like he’d done now that Richy was actually gone.

I pulled back to look at him, reaching up to cup my hands around his cheeks. He moved his head to look at me and I got a glimpse of him for the first time. And—hell—he was handsome. I knew he would be but seeing it for myself was a whole different experience. The moon reflected off of his face and lit up his eyes, the soft reflection in them that gave me butterflies like I was back in school again. He gave me a soft smile.

“Hi,” He whispered.

I smiled. “You kept your promise.”

“I told you I would.”

I tightened myself around him again. Like, maybe, now that he was here, all my worries could go away. It didn’t work. Still, it was a nice thought.

“Did you read the group messages?”

He shook his head. “Haven’t had the time.”

“Richy’s dead.”

His hands around me stilled. “Oh. [MC], I am so sorry.”

“Jake, we were wrong.” The words felt weird on my tongue. “Michael wasn’t the MWAF. It was Richy. He—he kidnapped Hannah.”

“What?”

I shook my head. “I don’t feel as relieved as I should.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of my head. “I’m here now.”

“Will you tell me again?” I begged.

“Tell you what?”

I pulled back to whack him lightly across the chest. “You know what,” I told him softly. “I have to hear you say it.”

“I love you.” He tilted my chin up so he could press our lips together. It was short and sweet and made me crave more. There would be time for that later. “I would do anything for you.”

“Yeah, we have to talk about that.” I warned him. “We’re going to have to compromise. I cannot have you risking your life for me whenever you feel like it.” He laughed softly.

“We’ll talk about it.” He hummed. “So, you still want a life with me?”

I smiled. “Jake?”

“Hm.”

“I love you, too.”

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