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blanket-hole · 3 years

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Im calling this the faberry files cos I feel like a spy when I'm really just very gay

This is just basically timestamps of every faberry moment I could find as I was rewatching season 1-3. I don't know if anyone wants to see it but I just put it here cos why not. I wasn't really planning on posting it but here we are so it features my gay ass commentary. Anyway there u go.

gay ass looks-

-1x04- so far I’ve seen a gay ass look Quinn gives Rachel at 35:36

-1x05-39:50-not that gay but a little bit, also long

-1x09-43:02 she looks so adoring

-1x10-during endless love

-1x11-9:37 voiceover is mean but just look at those eyes and tell me I’m wrong,34:00 she literally looks so adoringly I can’t

-1x12-10:41 pretends not to see her only to look straight (or not) at her

-1x15-35:02 they’re even talking about love at the time and sitting weirdly close for enemies

-1x16-41:30

-1x20-43:06 I can’t really see where she’s looking under those long ass lashes but I think when Rachel does that little giggle she stares at her while smiling, might just be Faberry goggles tho

-1x22-9:05 I think thats like the cutest smile my little gay heart, 14:23 Quinn is fully checking her out rn like not even subtle they’re on stage

-2x04 16:12, 41:48 at Rachel singing

-2x07-23:19 that could in no way be regarded as a platonic look of enjoying the song, especially since its just started

-2x09- 43:04 part of dog days but its just so cute them holding hands also weird since they are still meant to hate each other lol

-2x10-6:03 this could just be my Faberry goggles but im counting it :D, 31:20 staring at Rachel while she looks sad

-2x11-11:04 could be at puck but she was looking at Rachel before when they were further apart so imma take the w also Diana looks really cute in this bit

-2x16- 4:27 is being kinda mean but also the way she looks at her <3<3<3 :DD also 5:21 if u don’t want to wait through a bit of a scene and the look then is suuuuper gay, 43:17 she looks so proud of her girlfriend :DDDDD

-2x18-52:49 she looks like such a proud girlfriend in this bit

-2x21-1:29 its only a quick look from Quinn tho

-3x06-28:26 Quinn gives Rachel the GAYEST lingering look at the end of the song (unless my eyes deceive me but I don’t think they do cos I’ve checked like 3 times :DDD)

-3x07- 25:00 this is possible the outright gayest look from Quinn ive ever seen, its during one of the songs but I had to put it in

-3x08- 41:10 the look of joy on Quinns face when Rachel touches her shoulder is just pure gay energy

-3x14- 17:27 ‘for the rest of my life’ looks at Quinn, ffs just get married already, 24:07 she literally bites her lip like wth how is this not canon

-3x19- 39:08 kind of but Quinn looks really happy when he says Rachel Berryand its so cute

Scenes together-

-before I had this idea- the “eavesdrop much” talk, and a couple of other things e.g. the ru Paul scene and the sweetie scene.

-1x05-41:59 during somebody to love weird foot tap thing

-1x06- 18:34 gay ass looks as well, 22:58

-1x07-21:45, 28:53 (the you obviously have a lot you need to express scene), 32:07 they just get wierdly closer for no reason

-1x09-26:09 not much but still

-1x13-3:06, 11:01

-1x15-34:18 sitting really close together next to each other when they’re meant to not like each other?

-1x20-5:42 they also sit really close and a bit of gay staring

-2x02 35:40 (on left of stage next to mike) they’re seen really close and talking, 38:55 standing unreasonably close and also in weird positions for a conversation, 31:28 Quinn looks really sad when Rachel sings to Finn (could also be a Fuinn thing tho so idk)

-2x04 28:11

-2x08-9:44

-2x13- 30:51

-2x14-8:19 its shortcut the level of gay panic on Quinns face is enough for its own spot

-2x15-0:03 how closeted is it to be the only two in the celibacy club fighting over a guy that neither of them want or need lmao I just think its really funny

-2x16-9:31 the level of gay panic on racehls face when she says she’s right is just a mood, 22:27 I think this is a scene about miscommunication and Quinn blatantly states that she thinks Rachel is much better than Finn and that she believes in her I have a lot of feelings about this scene but ill leave it at that

-2x17-16:20

-2x18-2:38 not much tho, 10:53 they’re being civil and touchy feely also leads into pretty/unpretty, 21:50 when it pans to Quinn it makes it seem like it would be a Fuinn jealousy scene but she doesn’t look jealous at all just a bit sad i think she possibly is worried about Rachel and while she understands (which is why she’s helping) she wants her to feel beautiful in her own skin sorry if I read a bit too far in lol

-2x20-29:42, 33:12, 35:30 I love how finn last episode said Quinn was so closed off with her feelings and then this scene like maybe she can be herself around Rachel idk

-3x01-10:57 Skank Quinn fully checks Rachel out as she’s leaving in this scene also right after a scene where she said she’s not interested in the boys

-3x05-22:55 talking about finchel tho

-3x08-0:00, 21:54, 37:48

-3x11-14:28,20:00 is also a gay ass look but shes talking to Rachel so I put it here

-3x12-13:09 she only taps Rachel tho

-3x13-15:43 Quinn is acting like the stereotypical ‘gentleman’ and its very Faberry canon esque, to put it the best can

-3x14-34:28 this scene I just can’t the way Quinn lights up when she see her and her voice softens a bit and what she said this is the gayest scene no-one can explain it it a hetero way just ahh

-3x15-10:28 they’re holding hands :DD

-3x19-31:48

-3x22-23:12 those tickets cost so much money I swear they should have been way better friends after high school pft, 40:15 Quinn looks so proud of her girlfriend

Possible scenes, could be just drama-

-1x09-29:27 could be at Rachel

-2x10-12:40 kind of about being sad about Finn but could be jealousy?

-2x16- 34:47 could be about Faberry but is framed as finchel or fuinn

-2x17- 37:28 probably just finchel drama but still Faberry jealousy

-2x18-17:16 they say how they’re ‘fighting about Rachel again’ and Im putting it in idc about finchel :DD

-2x19- 23:19 more about Fuinn like always in this category but Faberry jealousy

-2x22-2:27, 3:29, 8:25 finchel/fuinn/faberry jealousy

Sitting really close when they’re meant to not like each other-

-1x15-34:18

-1x19-32:33

-1x20-19:16 in the scene Quinn kinda checks her out but then they stand really close so I put it here

-2x02 23:24 sits really close to Rachel when she dresses in her Britney Spears costume and in the scene Quinn looks like she’s purposefully trying not to look at her and at 29:20 Quinn chose to sit right behind Rachel again, 39:52 seen sitting right behind her again

-2x10- 35:03 standing really close when it would make a difference if Quinn stood anywhere else (e.g. next to her friends or boyfriend) I just think its weird lol

-2x15- 6:28 (before Quinn starts plotting against Rachel, they’re in celibacy club together but all they do is argue so its still a bit weird)

-3x07- 4:54

I dont know where to put this-

-2x17- 35:10 they kinda just look a bit nervous and small interaction I just wanted to add this because I thought it was cute the way they moved around each other idk

-2x20- 14:46 Rachel knows Quinns eyes so well she knows the flower and colour of the ribbon (also gardenias are for secret love which it would surprise me if Rachel already knew)

-3x04-20:26 Rachel isn’t sitting near her boyfriend or anyone she’s even really friends with its a bit weird that shed be sitting in the corner right next to Quinn away from the other chairs

Songs- Ive probably missed a bunch of these but I tried lmao-

-somebody to love

-halo

-ride with me

-no air

-keep holding on

-bust a move

-proud Mary

-crazy in love

-imagine- there is a gay ass look

-you can’t always get what you want

-dont rain on my parade

-my life would suck without you

-gives u hell

-hello goodbye

-like a prayer

-home(kind of)

-give up the funk

-any way you want it

-faithfully

-dont stop delieving

-Empire State of mind

-ice ice baby

-toxic

-damn it Janet

-time warp

-sweet transvestite

-start me up/living on a prayer

-hot patootie

-forget you

-umbrella/singin in the rain

-I think I wanna marry you

-just the way you are

-ive had the time of my life

-Valerie

-the Dog days are over

-the most wonderful day of the year

-welcome Christmas

-heads will roll/thriller

-fat bottomed girls

-sing

-blame it on the alcohol

-tik tok

-do you wanna touch

-afternoon delight

-get it right

-loser like me

-pretty/unpretty

-born this way

-pure imagination

-New York New York

-Fix you

-last Friday night

-hit me with your best shot/one way or another

-I cant go for that/ you make my dreams

-I kissed a girl

-feed the world

-summer nights

-we found love

-gotta be starting something

-Im sexy and I know it

-stereo hearts (not technicaly but a lot of Faberry so I’m putting it in)

-fly/I believe I can fly

-heres to us

-its not right but its okay

-its all coming back to me now

-paradise by the dashboard light

-we are the champions

-tongue tied

-you get what you give

#faberry #rachel x quinn #quinn x rachel #rachel berry #quinn fabray #glee

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twistedcharismaaa · 4 years

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Lost & Found Pt. 2

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I’m back with chapter two as promised! For whatever strange reason, I’m pretty nervous about this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy! I love you guys and thank you so much for all of the feedback from chapter one! As always, leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary!

“I see Lupita

You know I got the Jones

For my own Rashida

Can you put me on

With Danai Gurira

She stay on my dome”

Ladies violently swarmed towards the stage causing you to stumble forward instantly losing the grip on your phone which resulted in you watching it hit the floor harshly. Discombobulated. Disconnected. And maybe a little drunk since you weren’t much of a drinker. You squatted down and patted the floor in hopes your fingertips would seamlessly come across it. To your surprise, they did. But to your misfortune, some thirsty ass heffa kicked it further away from you.

“Fuck!” you yelled.

And where the fuck is Desmonde you thought.

“Ok ok, I see y’all are live in this mothertrucker. That’s what’s up.” Masego said while adjusting his shades.

He casually placed his saxophone on its stand and put his left hand in his pocket.

“So y’all wanna hear something new?” he continued completely enticing the crowd.

You stood upright and watched him in awe. You couldn’t believe this was the same man from earlier. What the actual fuck. You watched him standing confidently in his expensive velvet threads. A glorious, multi-talented giant he was. He worked flawlessly around his equipment. Conjuring soothing melodies with heavy bass drums that made you want to shake your ass a little.

“So today I met this shorty. She was mmm. I don’t even know how to explain it. But anyway, I wrote this song about her. I’ll tell you the rest of the story on IG. Alright, let’s go!”

“Ooh, I saw her and she hit me like (Tadow)

Saw that thing so beautiful (Tadow)

She just hit my heart, ooh (Tadow)

Full force and she got me like (Tadow)”

You smiled and partially covered your lips watching him sing passionately to the crowd. He pulled down his shades and walked towards the edge of the stage. Suddenly, his eyes locked with yours causing a subtle smirk to form on his lips.

“I be like (Tadow)

Baby (Tadow)

Why you so fine? (Tadow, tadow)

Gotta make you mine (Tadow, tadow)

So hard to find (Tadow, tadow)”

He winked at you and walked back to his music station smoothly. You tore your eyes away from his gaze and smiled to yourself. You looked up once more witnessing him becoming consumed by his music - entirely lost in it. Subconsciously, you bit your lip and tilted your head out of curiosity. It was something about him that turned you on. You couldn’t decide if it was his swag, his vocals, his talent, or his wit but either way, he had your panties dampening from his sweet melodies. Pulling yourself back to reality you wondered if he really saw you or did you just want to be noticed? Could it be possible that this song was about you? No, it can’t be. You’re buzzed, just really really buzzed you reasoned with yourself. Breaking you from your spiraling thoughts, you felt someone grab your arm from behind.

“C, I’ve been calling your phone all damn night! Why the fuck weren’t you answering?” Desmonde screamed with a concerned look on his face.

“I lost it! And Desmone you need to calm that tone down! I’m fine! Get off of me!” you yelled while snatching your arm away from him.

“How fucking long was that line to the bathroom?” you asked while looking him up and down.

“We should go,” he demanded

“We should.” you spat.

From the stage, Masego inquisitively raised an eyebrow watching the drama unfold between you and your boyfriend. You deserved better but if only you could see that. From his eyes, you were nothing shy of beautiful. Full lips, piercing dark brown eyes, mouth-watering curves, thick curly hair, and he loved the sound of your sweet, light airy voice. From the moment he heard it, he wanted to exercise your vocal cords in the best ways. He wanted nothing more than to cherish you and to pour back into what you lost. And maybe, if you would have him, you could show him what he lacks in this world of fame. After watching your quarrel with Desmonde, he decided that you needed a change of pace, a change of man, and a change of scenery and most importantly he wanted you. Correction, needed you. He had exactly two weeks to convince you, prove to you, and show you that he is worthy of your attention before heading to South Africa to finish the second leg of his tour.

“Alright, alright shut up. Too much new song,” Masego said jokingly as he continued his show.

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*A few minutes prior*

“Well, this was fun,” Brittany said breathlessly.

“I gotta stop fucking you,” Desmonde said as he zipped up his pants.

“Tell that to your dick and not me,” she said as she fixed her makeup in the rearview mirror.

“This is the last time and I mean that shit,” he said sternly

“Uh-huh.” she answered nonchalantly.

“You don’t think I’m serious? Cause I am,” he responded.

“D, I know you love her. But you don’t love yourself, this is why you’re with me. This is why you’re doing what you do. Sure, you can stop fucking me. But there’s always going to be someone else.” she said as she added the finishing touches to her makeup.

Desmonde swallowed dryly taking in her brutal honesty.

“Why am I doing this? To myself? To her?” he thought.

“Don’t worry, I don’t judge. I’m not perfect either and in time I’ll face my demons but not tonight,” she said slyly.

“I’m going to catch the rest of the show. You might want to go head back to your girl,” she said before getting out of the car.

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An uncomfortable silence fell between you and Desmonde. The car ride home felt longer than usual. You cracked your window to let some fresh air inside. You felt like you were suffocating from the inside out. Everything around you seemed to intensify your irritation. Your tight dress, your high heels, the silence, and not to mention Des’ presence.

“I’m sorry that I snapped at you earlier,” he said while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Why were you gone for so long?” you questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t know... and that’s the truth. I don’t know what I’ve been doing lately or who I am. And I’m sorry I’m so shitty to you.” he said lowly while his hands gripped the steering wheel.

He pulled into the apartment complex and sighed deeply. After he parked the car, he opened the passenger’s side door and opened it for you. With hesitation, you swung your right leg out of the vehicle and then the left.

“Charisma, I am so sorry,” he repeated.

You swallowed and nodded as a response.

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A black satin bonnet covered your delicate curls and a white cotton oversized t-shirt covered your curvy frame. You rested your fatigued body on the cold queen-sized bed and waited for Desmonde to join you in the bedroom. Desmonde staggered to the bed after turning off the bathroom light. He plopped on the bed and grunted into his pillow. You inhaled his fresh scent and smiled at him.

“You drunk drunk?” you whispered.

A lazy smile crept upon his face and as he turned toward you.

“Drunk drunk.” he repeated.

“Des?” you replied while stroking his face.

“Yeah, baby?” he answered while kissing your fingertips lovingly.

“Are you really sorry? You mean that?” you quizzed.

“I am,” he admitted.

“I was thinking maybe we could - that maybe we should have...” you hinted.

“Sex?” he said in disbelief.

“It is my birthday….” you joked trying to ease the tension.

“Charisma.” he said while closing his eyes and bringing his hands over his face in frustration.

“Desmonde, please.” you croaked.

“We’re not as close as we used to be. I think we should try at least.” you continued.

“It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you-”

“Then what is it?” you interrupted.

“I don’t deserve to touch you like that right now,” he admitted.

“Isn’t that left up to me?” you quizzed.

“I don’t wanna argue. Can you respect that?” he snapped.

You sat up quickly and pulled the covers off of you in utter disgust. You grabbed your pillow and your favorite multi-colored blanket.

“Desmonde can you just admit that you don’t love me anymore? I just need to hear you say it. I know the losing the baby changed everything.” you said lowly.

“Just tell me so I can move on. So you can move on.” you continued.

“I do love you! I love you Charisma … I just don’t know how to love you the right way.” he replied while hanging his head in defeat.

Before you knew it your cheeks were covered in tears. You aggressively wiped your face and nodded in acceptance.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch tonight. And Desmonde?” you paused. “I want you out of this apartment first thing in the morning and I mean that shit,” you said while closing the bedroom door.

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*Masego’s Video Post*

“Ok quick storytime. So I was checking into my hotel today. I seen this shorty and she was mmm mmm good. You feel me? Anyways, she’s looking at me and I’m looking at her right? Alright fast forward. So she’s bringing me towels that I didn’t ask for. Hold up rewind, I forgot to mention she works at the hotel. So anyway, she brings me these towels looking all gorgeous. And y’all know me, imma shoot that shot. So I did and I found out shorty had a boyfriend. And that sums up how “Tadow” came about. I made it right after I seen her.”

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Part 1 Part 3

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#masego #masego music #masego fanfiction #masego x black reader #masego fic #masego x black!reader #masego x !blackreader #masego imagine

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dontworrysunflower · 4 years

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas | v. (final)

welp...this is the end. i know it’s like way way WAY too late to post anything christmas themed but i wanted to get this done so i could work on some other things (which is a lot). anyways, thanks for sticking around and hope this is okay, it was kind of rushed and i would think of something and then completely forget about it the next second so i might be suffering for short term memory loss?? but anyways enjoy! OH ALSO i accidentally deleted one of my old fics so imma have to rewrite it so look out for an updated ‘First Date’ fic!

Warnings: horrible rushed writing, angst, tears

Word Count: almost 2.2k

Enjoy! previous parts in my shawn masterlist

•••

“You’re gonna be fine, Mariah.” Tilly said calmly over facetime, hoping her soothing voice would calm down the girl that was rapidly pacing her room hours before the party.

“I don’t know, Tilly. What if,” she snatched her phone off her desk and shoved her face into it, the only thing on Tilly’s screen were Mariah’s eyes. “what if he hates me for what I said to him? Now he realized I’m really not the one for him and he goes off to see some other girl again. This is all because I was too fucking scared.”

Tilly sighs. “It is because you were so scared.”

Mariah gives her a pointed look. “You’re not helping here Til.”

“Look M. At the end of the day you guys both obviously love each other and need to talk things out. So just listen to him. And he’ll listen to you. Because I know he’s suffered just as much as you have. But both of you need to give each other a chance to be happy with each other.”

Mariah sighs and sits on her bed. “But what if it doesn’t work out?”

Tilly chuckles. “But what if it does?”

Mariah rubs her face and looks at Tilly on her screen. “Why did you have to leave me when I need you most?” She joked, a sly smile on her face.

Tilly feigned shock. “I have family too ya know.”

They both laugh. Then a silence washes over the two girls.

“Just,” Tilly starts, her face soft with concern. “I want you to be happy. And if that’s with him then never let it go because there is no one like him.”

Mariah gave her a smile. “Thanks Til.”

There’s a yell on Tilly’s side. “Well I gotta go. Good luck and call me tomorrow!”

Mariah nods before the call ends. She stared at herself on her phone screen, the look of fear, and some hope.

“Mariah! Thirty minutes!”

Mariah walked over to her closet. She didn’t want to dress up, didn’t want to make it seem like she was desperate, because she’s not.

I don’t think anyone is more right for my brother than you are

Aaliyah’s words have not left her mind. The feeling of regret has eaten her up. She feels bad for getting mad at him, but could you blame her? He left her after an amazing night for someone else for publicity. She wanted to run back in his arms and forgive him, give him all of the affection they both have been craving from the other. But she can’t. It’s not like her to just give up easily, to just fall on her knees for a guy when he finally notices her. She grew up with only her mom, and she learned the hard way not to just give men what they want.

And even though she does want the certain guy, she needed to see him fight harder for it, for them.

But she has to work harder too.

She was mad at first, but now, she has to fight.

What a christmas this was going to be.

•••

There was soft muffled music playing just outside the Mendes household. Cars were parked on the side of the street, people visiting on this christmas eve.

“I think you can just-” her mom said as she opened the door, holding a dish of food with the other against her hip.

The warmth rushes past Mariah's shoulders, soft holiday music filling her ears, kids yelling and adults laughing and drinking come into view.

“Mariah? C’mon sweetie.” Her mom said, beckoning her further into the home.

She looked down at the carpeted group as she took off her coat, hoping no one noticed her and brought attention to her.

“Mariah!” She hears Karen’s chirpy voice shouted. She had a tray of food in her hand, a christmas themed apron around her waist.

Mariah flashed her a tight lipped smile and walked the small distance to her, giving her a side hug. “Merry Christmas, Karen.”

“And to you, love. Would you like anything to drink?” She put the tray down and wiped her hands off on the apron.

“Oh don’t worry about me, I’ll find my way around.” Mariah insisted, waving off the older woman.

Karen gave her a pointed look, but picked up the tray again and smiled at her sweetly. “Well, this is your home, so make yourself comfortable.”

She smiled back and walked into the kitchen, watching as other people put food on plates and opened drinks. Parents serving their kids food, the kids faces scrunching up as they watch their parents put food on their plate they don’t like.

“Hey Mari.” Mariah turned to see Aaliyah, smiles at her and holding a soda in her hand.

“No boyfriend today?” Mariah teased, picking at the end of the table.

Aaliyah laughs and sips at her soda. “Unfortunately no, he went to visit his family in Edmonton.”

Mariah nods and looks down at her fingers, not knowing what else to say. Where is Shawn?

“He’s on his way.” Aaliyah said out of nowhere, as if she was reading her mind.

“Oh, I-uh I wasn’t going to ask.”

“No I know,” Aaliyah started, her eyebrows raised. “just, thought I’d let you know.”

“Okay.” She breathed out nervously, turning around to pour herself a drink.

•••

After a while, and Mariah has a couple of drinks in her system, her ears perk up when everyone lets out a loud cheer and the front door slamming.

Wait, I’m not ready. She thought.

Mariah hurriedly gulps down her drink, eyes wide in panic. She runs to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her as the yelps calmed down.

“Honey, are you okay?” Her mother knocked on the wooden door, her voice laced in worry.

Mariah scratches her neck in nervousness. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

She waits to hear the footsteps fade before letting out a loud, exasperated breath. She digs her fingers in her hair, eyes bulging, lips chapped from her heavy breathing.

She’s not ready. He hates her for how she reacted. He tried explaining but she kept interrupting him. She waited for this moment for so long and she doesn’t know if she’s ready. He could have completely changed his mind in a day and went back to her, he could have forgotten all about her.

But she won’t know unless she talks to him.

So she straightens out her shirt and unlocks the door, bravely swinging it open to the dark hallway. She sighs heavily, “You can do this.” Mariah softly repeated to herself as she walked into the light of the living room.

And there he was, his tall lanky self walking around greeting everyone. He gets to her mom and as he hugged her he must have whispered something in her ear, because she gives him a knowing smile and points to Mariah.

Shawn stands up straight and flashes her a smile before giving her a little wave before he disappears into the kitchen.

Maria walks further into the living room and thrusts herself into a conversation with one of his aunts, distracting herself.

•••

After a while, a little past midnight, everyone gathers in the living room to share gifts. Aaliyah sat on Mariah’s right while her mom sat on her left. Mariah’s eyes never left Shawn’s figure as he walked into the living room, his tattooed hand holding the neck of a beer bottle, his cheeks rosy from all of the alcohol, his smile wide as he laughed along one of his cousins.

Mariah and Shawn lock eyes for a split second before she looks away and he clears his throat, sitting on the edge of the ottoman across from her.

“Before we get to passing out the gifts,” Karen started as she sat on the floor by Manny’s feet, her arm locked around his leg. “Shawn has to sing his annual christmas song of choice.”

Everyone cheers and claps and Shawn gives his mom a pointed look as someone came behind him and handed him a guitar.

He situated the instrument on his lap and strummed a couple of chords, tuning the guitar. “Any suggestions?”

No one spoke up, people looking around and raising eyebrows at each other. “You choose!” Someone shouted.

Shawn’s brows furrowed as he continued to play with the guitar. Mariah could see his eyes widen in realization as he fixed the guitar on his lap and cleared his throat.

“I’ll be home for christmas, you can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe,” His eyes flickered up to meet Mariah’s, his fingers plucking each string. “and presents underneath the tree.”

Mariah sucked in a breath, her clammy hands rubbing against her jeans.

“Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams. I’ll be home for christmas, and you’ll be in my dreams.”

His eyes were still trained on her as he absentmindedly played every guitar string. Her mind was racing and her heart was beating rapidly as he gazed at her and continued to sing.

“I’ll be home this christmas, darling, I’ll be coming home to you. And there’s nothing in the world, gonna get in my way.”

And suddenly it’s too much for Mariah to take. His stare on her boring holes into her. The words he’s singing hitting her aching heart are too hard for you to handle. She heaves, her hand clutching her shirt to keep the tears in as she runs off.

She hears the gasps and whispered questions as she runs off the back porch, her breath visible in the cold winter air.

She looks out onto the grass, trying to calm her breathing and to stop the tears before they fall down her face when she hears the door slide behind her, heavy feet crunching the snow beneath them.

“Mariah-” His voice was rigid and hoarse from the alcohol and the singing, but she can hear the disparo in his voice, the sadness, the guilt and all she wants to do is turn around and hug the life out of him, but she can’t. She needs to know how he feels before she can do anything.

“I’m sorry.” She interrupted, her voice shaking as she sobbed, the hot tears blurring her vision of the white landscape.

“No honey,” He starts, his hand coming around her to hold her close. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You-you acted exactly how I thought you would and I’m sorry I took you for granted. I was a complete dick for how I treated you and you have every right to be mad at me.” He stroked her arm as she sobbed into his chest, his lips grazing her hair in a sweet kiss.

She calms her breathing before she can think of what to say, his warm embrace bringing her back to reality. “Why didn't you just tell me the truth in the first place?” She sniffed, her arms moving to wipe at her cheeks.

He sighed against her hair. “I guess, I always thought you’d be there for me and I took that for granted. I never meant to hurt you.”

It was silent between them for a while, their minds racing with every little thought they had that could be put into words.

“I want to be with you, more than anything.” He broke the silence, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. “And I will spend the rest of my days showing you just how much you mean to me and how much I cherish you and need you.” He pulls away to cup her face, his fingers warm against the cold tears on her cheeks. “I need you in my life. More than anything and I understand if you want to be friends but I cannot live in a world without you, I refuse to. I’m sorry for all of the shit I’ve caused, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to explain sooner, but I’m here now, and so ready to have you,” He paused, his eyes trailing over her face. “if you’ll have me?”

Mariah stares at him for what feels like hours but it was only a couple of seconds before she lunges further into his arms and kisses him like it’s been a thousand years (it has).

She lets the tears fall against she feels his own start to fall in mix with her as they kiss, teary smiles and laughs between the two as they pull away.

“I want you more than anything.” Mariah sobbed. “I want you through the bad and the good and the ugly, just all of you.”

He nods vigorously in agreement, his smile taking over his face. He cups her face again and pulls her back in a chilly kiss.

After a while of just kissing, they resorted to hugging when their lips were too swollen to continue their attack on the others.

Mariah sighed contently into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter.

“I’m so glad you came home for christmas.”

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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unintended part two

A/N: ALRIGHTY FOLKS! WE ARE BACK WITH SOME MORE ACTION FOR MR. JACKSON! As of now, the face claim for the reader is going to be Keke Palmer

But, if you’re anything like me. All I did was just post a picture of someone who wishes they were you and in this fic with you and Trevor Jackson haha. Whatever floats your boats friends. Please note that echoic memory is a real thing. It just doesn’t work how I described it haha. More like echoic and As always thanks to @glittermakesmesmile for giving me the first feedback and confidence to even post these things. Also big shout out to @twistedcharismaaa who helped me challenge myself to write more even if I don’t feel like it. So, this series will hopefully get some more chapters coming soon!

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

Pairing: Trevor Jackson x Black OC

Warnings: NONE

Word Count: approx 2500

HERE WE GO!

^ Jayden’s Song Association Fit

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“Let me take my Black ass to the restroom while we got ourselfs a break. ROCKSY, what’s that cam’ra lookin’ like? We need another battery?”

“We’re good. Jayden, you want a snack?” Roxy redirected at their latest arrival. Jayden tried to sneak a look at the biggest one in the room and failed. He smiled at her. Her glance had caught both of them off guard and it made him feel giddy. It was the most beautiful and natural response she'd received from him-or anyone for that matter- in a while.

“I’m good.” she said hiding her own bashfulness behind her steely exterior. She maintained eye contact with Trevor. Roxy opened up a cabinet to pull out an assortment of Lays and refill the chip bowls that Trevor had demolished when he’d shown up

“ Imma keep tryin. Venmo? Paypal? Zelle? CashApp? Damn, I can get it to you in Bitcoin if that’s what you prefer.”

“How have you done on the game so far?” Jayden again completely ignored his attempts to repay her. She wasn’t concerned about a few extra dollars.

“I’m doin alright so far." He also refused to break contact first "So far Song Association has been the easiest game for me to navigate today.” Jayden blinked and conceded for now. Motivated by his win Trevor strolled over to the living room where she was admiring some of Terrell’s music selection.

“Clever.” she tossed over her shoulder as she reached for a vinyl. In one swift motion, Trevor had taken it from her mid-review.

“Al Green?” He smirked. “ You’ve got taste J. Let me guess.. uh, track 5?”

“What?”

“That’s your single. I see it. No worries though. We can work on that.” he said just as he caught a glimpse of Terrell returning back into the room. Trevor placed the album back in her hands and returned to his stool, readjusting his mic.

“Alright, Mr. Jackson. YA READY?! No more stoppin’ this midnight train to Georgia.” Terrell hollered. Jayden giggled at his silliness as she glanced at the tracklist for Al Green’s Greatest Hits.

Track 5: Tired of Being Alone

Damn he cocky. Jayden thought. At least it wasn’t in an overbearing manner. It was a little endearing. He seems a little goofy. That smile was very telling. But she wouldn’t show that just yet. Sitting back in her audience of one, Jayden watched them continue to play.

“If I gave you the word “Never” what hits your mind?” Terrell asked the singer. Trevor starts going into a Jackson 5 single that Jayden honestly didn’t know. But, she knows that he is DOING IT. Her eyes go wide as his Michael impression is spot on and before she can even register her own body's movements, she's vibing with it. Music always had a way of helping her with her emotions and channeling a less.. “feisty”,as it had been put earlier, connection with herself and the rest of the world. She was moving around in her seat and doing her best not to spill her coffee over herself or her new friend’s floor.

"Oh shit!" she said clamping her hand over her mouth immediately. That was louder than she expected. Especially since it hadn't meant to leave her head at all. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"AHA HA" Roxy guffawed. "I tried to warn you. Don't worry Jayden. We'll fix it in post anyways"

"Jayden you good girl. I had the same reACTion the first time I laid my eyes- I meant my ears on Trevor" Terrell stated taking a very pointed sip from his mug. Everyone knew he'd meant what he'd said the first time and it was causing them all to try not to break into laughter so they could push forward.

"Yeah. Very natural response J. Hakuna matata" Trevor confirmed. Jayden playfully rolled her eyes.

"What's the next word? He's a lil too comfortable" she spoke up.

Terrell nodded at Jayden and refocused on Trevor. "WAY. w-a-y"

Without hesitation, he bursted into song. It was another that Jayden was sadly unfamiliar with.

What is in this man's repertoire?

Soon enough Terrell explained that it was an original off of a project called Rough Drafts 2. At once Jayden grabbed her phone and opened her Spotify app. Creating a new playlist, she glanced up at the boys and locking in on Trevor she came up with an idea. "Thotful n Tired 💭" she titled it. She was adding damn near his whole discography when her ears perked up at the fact that he had an additional 200 unreleased singles on his computer at home. The more time spent in his presence the more the question of "Who the hell is this nigga?" rose in Jayden's mind.

Trevor responded to Terrell all the while staring at Jayden and answering her unspoken question as well.

"So any fans that live in L.A. and you wanna just come and listen to new music not recorded.." he trailed off leaving an open invitation for Jayden and the rest of LA.

He really just said: Come find out

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Jayden was both relieved and saddened when Trevor was finished with his Song Association. In a very short time, she'd learned a lot about this person she'd never even heard of until that afternoon. As his song had promised, he truly had her beggin for more. The way they interacted and the feelings she felt towards him had grown quickly but it was familiar. It seemed as if they'd already done this dance before. Jayden was trying to figure out how to rationalize this to herself but she couldn't. It was the way that she and Trevor had silently held private conversations in a room with others. Even as they were learning one another, a lot of the pieces already seemed to be connected.

Trevor was filming his spot for Terrell’s outro. It took every ounce of restraint in Jayden not to cackle out loud when he said “I think we’re gonna queue the rain right now. Mm hmm. You feel that? This is not a joke. It’s a motion in your ocean.”

Trevor had made her feel a range of emotions in their time together. Jayden had laughed, she’d pondered a topic or two she’d never fully considered, she’d felt sexy and above all else- she felt noticed. Truly seen. It was a lot. But, the girl was a hustler by nature. So, she was keeping up with each curveball that day had thrown at her.

“Imma run to the restroom” Jayden announced. She wasn’t certain why she felt the need to do so. But it seemed far more courteous than roaming through Terrell’s halls.

“Alright we gotta get ready for you when ya done Miss Jayden!” Terrell called out.

When she returned, there was no Trevor in sight. Just Roxy and Terrell. Jayden wasn’t disappointed for them being there. Although she was a little put off that Trevor had exited so quickly and without saying goodbye? She wasn’t about to let that show though. Sure, she really thought she’d felt a connection with him. But, she wasn’t going to let it get in the way of the single calendar event of her year- outside of her birthweek of course.

“My turn?” Jayden asked as she returned back into the kitchen where the green screen was.

“Mmmhhmm” Terrell affirmed “I just gotta follow you to this res’room. I dun broke my damn seal. Plus, we waitin on Trevuh to finish his call.” As if he heard his queue, the front door opened and Trevor came back in.

“Oh.” Jayden let out. Trevor studied her as Terrell turned towards his restroom. Roxy was on the balcony getting some air and making a call of her own.

She was feening her cool, unbothered mask. But that one syllable had given her away. “What? You thought I left?” he asked.

“I mean you were gone. So, yeah.” Jayden said shrugging her shoulders and throwing her wrist back dismissively.

“Huh.” Trevor stared back quizzically. “I can’t do that just yet. One: I don’t think it’s fair that you got to see mine and I don’t get to see yours and two: I still need to figure out a way to make sure we’re even.”

“Ahh. So you’re stayin?”

“I got a little extra time. Plus, this is definitely worth it. But look, promise me something real quick.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Since you’re so gung-ho on not taking back the money which is owed to you. Let me pay my debt another way.”

“What if I like the notion of Trevor Jackson being forever indebted to me?” The smolder he returned to her made her feel that someone had pressed play on Puddles again. But she simply crossed her arms and cocked her head at him. They were in yet another staring contest.

Trevor let a beat pass as he wound up his pitch in his mind. “Aight, how about-

“Okay. I hope ya’ll enjoyed.. Ya break,” Terrell trailed off as he walked in on the tension that occupied the room. Jayden took a small step back from Trevor. She hadn’t realized that they were all in each other's personal space.

“Yup. I’m ready.” Roxy re-entered from the balcony and grabbed the mic Trevor had used earlier that day to affix to Jayden. “Feel okay?”

“It does.” Jayden said. All of a sudden all of that calm she’d felt left her. She was getting the nerves again. She wasn’t certain if it was because of the game she was going to play or the one she’d been entangled in since she’d laid eyes on Trevor. He himself was still trying to figure out this woman. She had a hard exterior and a beguiling sexual energy that he couldn’t detach himself from. When she sat on that stool allowing Terrell to compliment her outfit and introduce herself a little bit, she radiated. She also had a pretty good voice too for a Shits and Giggles winner.

“I’m mad at you” Terrell said.

“Why?” Jayden

“I hear it. I hear that there in ya throat box. You got them vocals.” Terrell said. “Why you hidin?”

“Ohmygod. Hush. I can hold a tune here and there. But I don’t know about them vocals. I don’t know how to control it.”

Terrell squinted his eyes. “I don’t believe it. Sing that song again. Because you got the emotion. I can tell you feel these songs here. You haf’way there but you too worried about sounded perfect. Let that go.”

Jayden was quick to adapt. She took that advice from Terrell and moments later you could hear the difference. Closing her eyes she tried again

Have you ever found the one

You've dreamed of all of your life

Do just about anything to look into their eyes

Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to

Jayden tried her best not to get into her head about fucking up and pushed the nervousness down within her. Because when she became tense it would lock up her voice and she would miss her mark altogether

Only to find that one won't give their heart to you

She exhaled from her nose and smiled because she’d clearly sounded better than the first time

Have you ever closed your eyes and

Dreamed that they were there

Jayden opened her eyes and stopped. She may not have control; but, she knew her limit

“Now I know you didn’t stop.” Jayden picked up some of the liquid courage Terrell had fixed her. Her coffee was long gone by this point. She couldn’t keep the fear at bay. She didn’t want to make that big of a fool of herself today and have her voice crack like a pre-pubescent teen.

Trevor was taking it all in. She was a whole party when put on the spot and she easily gave off a coolness that made you certain to never cross her. She was not one to be played with. But it was obvious that music opened up another avenue to Jayden. Trevor had seen it when their roles were reversed. She was empathetic to the emotions of whichever song he sang.

Her music taste was eclectic as well. She’d come through with country, gospel, r&b, showtunes and she seemed to have every Chicago rapper’s discography down pat. Trevor was genuinely impressed by her ability to copy and paste an artist’s essence into her own. She was fucking up the game and had songs for every word Terrell threw her way.

“RIGHT R-I-G-H-T” Terrell announced. Jayden glanced a look at Trevor and then she gave her undivided attention to Terrell.

Just stand right here

Let me show you what I'm about

To do to that body

And come down here

Let me show you where to touch my body

Let the foreplay begiiiin

Bet you never had this before

Cause once I go iiiiiiin

I'm gone have you begging for more

Boy, I'm talking right now, right now, right now, yeah

Right now, oh

Can we make some love right now?

Jayden laughed and when she’d finished, there was silence. It was like someone had pressed the mute button in real life. Then the room erupted with noise at once

“UH UH”

“hOw?”

“Whoa whoa whoa” all crashed on top of each other.

“What?” Jayden asked.

“WHAT?! This heffa really just said WHAT? TUH!” Terrell hollered.

“Wait. You said you’d never heard of Trevor before,” said a very baffled Roxy.

“Before a few hours ago, no. I hadn’t.” Roxy said. Jayden gave a shrug in Trevor’s direction.

“But you just sang his song?” Roxy asked

“Yeah. Because I heard him sing it earlier.

“You mean to tell me, that you heard this negro sang that song one time half an hour ago and you committed it to your memory?”

“Yes. I have perfect echoic memory. Obviously I don’t always process this in a way where I can duplicate it perfectly. But, I can mimic it pretty close.”

Trevor finally spoke up. “So when you hear something you can pull up that audio in your mind and not only play it back for yourself but you’ve trained yourself to be able to mimic it almost dead ass spot on?”

“Yeah. That’s pretty much it.” Jayden said as if she’d just read rattled off the day’s weather report. “You’re pretty sharp.” The compliment rolled off of Trevor in his astonished state of mind. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Damn” he muttered looking at the screen. “Aite y’all, that’s my cue.” I gotta head out. Just as his mother had done, Trevor said goodbye to everyone individually. He saved Jayden for last. “Good luck Jayden. It was nice meeting you. Matter of fact, let me get your info so I can follow up with you to see if you really get that perfect score” He offered his phone out to her with the keypad pulled up.

“Oh, you already know that I came to win today.” she tapped some buttons and gave him back his phone. Looking down, Trevor realized that she’d followed herself on his Instagram account. She smiled but her eyes only said one word:

Checkmate.

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zer0pm · 5 years

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Imagine V having his way with you as promised.

A/N: Warning! This piece is NSFW. The reader is female. It’s also long. Like V’s body ;)

Based and inspired by the wonderfully supportive comments below as well as the replies from some posts demanding some heated moments withthe gorgeous V. This picks up from “Trailer Imagine” 😏 Thanks @sweetfluffernuts and everyone for motivating me do this. Totally all your faults. If there’s enough of a demand, I might do a part 2 but ooof this one here I hope will suffice

You were biting the back of your hand, anything to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape your lips from the electrifying sensations that coursed across your body in sinful jolts. Although you were doing your hardest to keep quiet, it did little to dampen the ravenous tongue that lapped upon the sensitive nipple of your naked breast nor the wet slick of long, devilish tattooed fingers playing inside you in torturous thrusts. His free hand is keeping your leg up, your bottom planted atop the workbench. You were shirtless, your skirt was bunched up at your waist, your lips swollen, and you were dripping with intense need. How did it come to this?

You: “Come inside.”

V: “When we are done with business, I would have you repeat those last words to me. In heated desperation and whimpering surrender. And I will relish upon the invitation, with our roles switched, and I above you.”

After what he said earlier, you were shamelessly curious to see if he would follow up. As he conducted usual Devil Hunter business with Nico, it seems he truly meant every word. You felt his fingers ghost upon the back of your thigh, right beneath the plump flesh of your bottom. You froze when he did this, eyeing him warningly but the terrible man was looking straight at the lethal artisan with his usual composed face, carrying on their conversation as normal. As if he wasn’t teasing you from behind the counter. When Nico turned around to gather the demon orbs he ordered, with one hand, V skillfully and swiftly pushed your underwear to the side and dips two fingers into your hot cavern. The action made you yelp in surprise which your friend quickly faces you in alarm.

Nico: “Yo, honey? What was that? You okay?”

It was then did V turn to look at you. With the way he was standing, he was really close to you, almost pressing into your body. Anywhere else, it would have been odd, but Nico’s trailer was cramped with all the equipment she keeps around so the owner of the trailer didn’t suspect a thing past the fabric of your skirt, nor could she see V playing inside you. The tattooed man knew this very well and gave you a knowing, wicked smile.

V: “Yes, you seem unwell. Your face is completely flushed.”

He sets his cane atop the workbench to press his warm hand against your forehead. The action made Nico’s eyes follow this hand, while his other hand begins to move in and out of your pussy in deep meaningful thrusts. You choke back the moans in fear of being caught like this, the idea of it terrifying and exciting you at the same time. You were beginning to feel dizzy from his fingers against every groove of your sensitive nerves, your knees wobbling slightly. You place your hands on the bench to keep steady.

You: “I...I-I’m fine! It’s j-just hot in here.”

So true, and not in the way it is usually meant. Nico scoffs.

Nico: “Yeah, sorry about that. The crash before this one threw out the AC. Reckon it was gonna happen sooner or later. Wanna fix it, but even I can’t pull off that hat trick with things going down...”

Suddenly the woman’s eyes widen, you could see the lightbulb flick bright above her head. Literally, it came on of nowhere. Nico suddenly gets it from behind the counter towards the trailer’s main isle, V turning you both without her notice so that she wouldn’t see what he was doing to you. You see the woman grab some tools from a case next to the sofa and swiftly makes her way to the door.

Nico: “Hat trick! I am a genius!”

She looks back at you.

Nico: “Imma be right back! You stay here to watch the trailer. V, keep her company in case any demons come around.”

V: “I swear on my honor as a man that I will not part from her for a single moment.”

He emphasizes this with another deep dip of his fingers, rubbing against your sensitive spot. You cover your mouth, forcing yourself to cough to hide your pleasure. Nico eyes your warily with concern.

Nico: “Doll, you gotta get some rest.”

She leaves before you can say anything and now you were left alone...with V. Although your back was to him, although you couldn’t see his face, you can imagine the predatory smirk he must be wearing, ready to sink his teeth into you in places that made your skin shiver with delight. You feel him lean over your shoulder, his breath tickling against your ear, deepening the blush in your skin.

V: “I applaud you. You possess breathtaking self-control.”

He removes his fingers from you, causing you to whimper slightly. V chuckles and turns you swiftly to face him, he takes a moment to admire the flush of your cheeks. With a slight growl, he lifts you on top of the workbench, pushing his cane to topple onto the floor. Gasping, you bend over to grab it for him, but he snatches your wrist.

V: “Leave it unless you desire me to use it on you.”

You tense visibly at his implication and the man smiles mischievously.

V: “Do not make that face. You’ll make my imagination run wild.”

With a strength and vigor you did not know he possessed, V rips open your shirt and expertly undies the claps of your bra, tossing both articles of clothing to the side. He eyes your naked skin hungrily and you gulp at how intense his green eyes were. V looks at you, sensing your anticipation and grabs your waist to place you right at the edge of the bench with him standing in between your open legs.

Then he kisses you being unexpectedly gentle compared to the feverish onslaught of his blissful torture upon you earlier. The slow swipe of his tongue gauges you to open your lips to him, inviting him in and you two relish in each other’s taste. You softly moan into his mouth, a reaction that causes him to groan and you feel the hem of your skirt lift, the fabric sliding up until it settled upon your waist. V parts from you, allowing you both to breathe, but he keeps his eyes pinned on your blushing face as if challenging you to look away. You dared not, watching his every move.

Once he was certain that he had your attention, he lifts you slightly with one hand and begins to remove your panties with another. He manages to slip one delicate foot out and you thought that he would completely remove it from the other, instead he leaves the fabric hanging on your ankle, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your thigh and angling it so that your leg was slightly elevated. His other hand dives back towards your sopping hole, teasing your clit, making you jump from your seat. He squeezes your flesh harshly and you yelp in both pleasure and pain.

V: “Do not let it fall.”

He shakes your leg, gesturing to the underwear hanging on you still.

V: “Or I will deny you that which you so desperately need.”

With ragged breath, your breasts moving as your chest heave to calm yourself, luring V’s eyes to your form. The way he looked at you, it was like he was at a banquet. And you were his main course.

You: “And what do I need?”

As if expecting your question, he mercilessly thrusts his middle finger inside your pussy hitting your spot dead-on once again and your mouth opens. The feeling so intense that your moan was silent and you had forgotten to breathe again. He too opens his mouth to mimic the expression on your face, looking oh so seductive as he is doing this and a sinister chuckle grumbled against his throat. You can see the tremors of throat as him humor comes out in raspy timbres that set the nerves of your body alive, screaming for him to take you.

V: “What is it men in women do require?”

His slow pace picks up within you, you grasp onto his shoulder to keep yourself from falling. Only his one finger and you felt the pit of your lower region building up like a bubble ready to explode. With each thrust, you gasp, shamelessly this time, eyes coming to close. Your hips were moving with him, meeting him, the dirty sounds of your slick dripping from his ministrations driving your lust for him over the edge. And all too soon he stops. You whine, eyes widen to ask him what the hell he was doing only for him to shove now two fingers in, thrusting a few more times mercilessly before withdrawing just as quickly. You almost cry, why was he torturing you like this?

V: “The lineaments of gratified desire.”

V brings his digits, slick with your juice to his full lips, tasting you earnestly. When he removed his them, he parts them slightly, lazily running his tongue between them at the spots he purposefully missed. The seductive scenario almost made you come undone then and there and you wondered how his tongue would feel in other places. As if reading your thoughts, V gives you a sweet peck on your lips before shifting lower until his face was right in front of one of your breasts, his tantalizing mouth hovering over your erect nipple. He blows against it, your skin sweaty and hot with need, it made you shiver slightly, your breasts bouncing slightly at your actions. And his eyes roam over body in fascination. He glances up at you one more time while his control and your sanity was still in tact. This time, there was no smirk or mischief upon his handsome face.

V: “You need me. And I need you. And it would be a crime for either of us to be left needing. What do you say?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, diving in and taking you in his mouth, drawing your pleasure out and forcing you to throwing your head back in ecstasy. One hand upon your hip and the other keeping your leg elevated, trapping you in place. You were at V’s mercy. And you loved it, allowing yourself to come undone by this man.

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sophieaaaah-blog · 7 years

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Frozen stars ch 2

Ok I'm finally done with this chapter, took a little while to make because I had lots of schoolwork to do but its here now at least. Trigger warning (Kinda) there is a small mention of cuts so if you’re sensitive please dont read this.

(ps. I havent been able to fix the problem with ao3 yet so ill just post my chapter here for now. Oh and “caraja” is a way to call someone a dick, idiot or whatever in the spanish that I speak. :) )

Lance has only taken care of the creature for a week, only to find out it was a boy, it is a species that is similar to bugs, as well as humans to survive. A female can only breed (By laying eggs) unless there was a male in the picture, and as the creature's name is Leontios, he was a male.

Leontios, well, what Lance likes to call him; Leo is making a run for it trying to break into Alluras room.

“Leo stop ruNNING YOUR GONNA GET YOURSELF HURT!” He shouts as Leo runs hitting with his horns on the door. “LEO!” Leo falls back and before he can hit the floor Lance grabs onto him, and then the door opens. “LANCE!” Allura shouts as she is laying in her bed, sheets covering her body, her naked body, looking like a frightened raccoon. “Sorry! Sorry! I- I’m gonna go!” Lance says before closing the door.

Allura stares at the door, with her then seeing Shiro emerge from under the sheets. “D-Do you think he knows?” He asks quietly. “Aaah, I- I don't know.” Shiro looks at the floor beside him and whispers, “Fuck me.” In a worried tone. Allura glances over at Siro, blushing before she says, “Of course.”, giving off a mischievous smile, before climbing onto him, and hearing Shiro giving of a playful laugh before they hide under the covers.

Lance is in the kitchen, tending to Leo’s wounds he got on his antennas, after getting them bent when slamming on that door. “Leo, don't get yourself hurt like that! I know I've only known you for a week but you’re like a baby brother to me an-” “Green caraja is here.” Leo cuts off, Lance looks up, seeing pidge walking in with a book about “Advanced alien tech” and looks up. “Oh, hey shi- uh, fuh, fffffeceshead.” Pidge says, as she tried not to swear. Leo looks up at Lance, and says, “Is she trying to say poop? You don't look like poop, more like.. not poop.” Leo smiles, with his arms crossed together, almost proud if that statement. Lance chuckles, looking at pidge with a small smile on his face. “Thanks, Leo. And Pidge, language, I raised you better than that!” Pidge scoffs back and looks at Leo, then back at lance, smirking, “Well at least I didn't teach him how to say carajo.” “That was an accident!” Lance fires back. As Lance and Pidge are having an argument, they’re quickly cut off by the fact that Leo falls down the kitchen counter, out cold.

A few moments pass and Leo is sitting in the infirmary, lying tucked in bed, with a thermometer in his mouth.

“Is.. is he ok?” Lance asks as everybody else stands surrounded by the sleeping child. “Yes my boy, he’s probably a bit feverish, at the fact that he's been in captivity for a while!” Coran says, and Lance looks down to the floor. “Captivity huh.” Lance thinks to himself and brushes his hand through Leo’s hair. “But, if he's just a bit feverish, then why would he faint?” Hunk asks, with Keith walking next to him with a serious look on his face and nodding. “I, I don't know my boy, but I do know that it isn't something serious, so be calm.” Coran answers back, walking up to Lance and patting him on the back.

Lance is sitting beside Leo, all the others left a while back, but Lance, he could never leave his family that easily. “I'm sorry.” He says, and bows down and kisses Leo's forehead. “Sorry for what?” Lance bolts up at that comment, Leo, now awake, looks at him with wide and curious eyes, although, that spark in them is still gone. Lance, stares at him as him with his nose wrinkled up, he might as well answer the question now that they’re at it. “For… for you being stuck with the Galra, and you know, about your mom too.” Leo looks at Lance confused. “But that wasn't your fault. She got tortured by-” “Stop.” Lance cuts off, looking down at the floor. “Just, just stop. It's just a way to show that we care, when we say sorry, to things like that.” Leo takes Lance's hand and looks at the wall behind them. “Oh, ok- Achoo!” Leo looks sheepishly back at Lance, with snot drooping down his nose, and Lance starts digging his hands in his pockets, looking for a tissue, but instead of really finding anything, he just spills everything that he keeps in his pockets on the floor. “Oh crap! Hey, Leo, wait a sec imma just pick this up.” He reaches to the floor, putting everything that he dropped hastily in his pockets, but, after picking up one specific item, he stops and just looks at it. “what is that? It looks sharp.” Leo asks, pointing at his item, a small sharp piece of metal. Lance, putting the metal hastily in one of his pockets, ignores the question. “Sorry bud, didn't find any tissues, but I think you'll survive. Aaannnyways, gotta go!” Lance says as he fingerguns out of the room.

As he’s walking towards his room, he panics. “HOly shit!” He puts his arm against his chest and crouches, breathing heavily. He didn't know he still had his blade, he thought he threw it away a long time ago, well at least since he turned seventeen. He has never washed his jacket for a while, but he thought that it- no the blade, would just… disappear.

Lance is now sitting in the middle of the hallway having a hard time to breath at the same time as he's crying, he's having a panic attack. He's trying to forget, the memories, the pain, the shadows. Putting his hand against the wall, he tries to adjust himself. “O-kkk ii hhhave t-t- o, hhah, sst-tand upp.” but he can't, the sudden wave of feelings that took over him are now eating at his strength, the only thing he can do now is sit down and, either calm down, or wait until someone walks by.

seconds felt like minutes and minutes feel like hours. Lance is sitting against the wall hugging his knees, and suddenly, he hears footsteps. Coming closer and closer Lance feels himself breathing heavier, and as the steps get louder and louder he starts to panic. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this, he, he doesn't- “Lance?” It's Shiro, seeing lance with his red, teary eyes and in such a weak state, like he has become the prey of a predator, Shiro knows exactly what's going on, he just doesn't know what to do. “Hey, lance! Oh god I- I j, just-” Before Shiro can finish his sentence pics Lance up and starts running.

Shiro runs to Hunks room, knowing that Hunk, is probably the only one who knows Lance well enough to be able to calm him down. When he arrives he knocks heavily on the door, Lance almost hyperventilating as he hugs himself. Hunk opens the door and with a smile seeing Shiro, but it drops as soon as he saw Lance. “OH MY-” He abruptly finishes his sentence starts to wave his hands around Lance, Only to take Lance and say “Private meeting” and then closing the door.

Shiro looks almost dumbfounded after what just happened, but he feels the need to tell the others what happened, he blames himself, he feel like he's a bad leader, a bad dad™. He knows he and the others can be a bit hard on him, but not this hard right? He doesn't even know if it is his fault.

He hopes not.

#Langst #Lance #Shiro #Hunk #Leontios #Sickness #Voltron #vld #Coran #Keith #Pidge #Allura #Theres gonna be Klance guys #Pidge is a great sister #Shiro is a great dad #Hunk is gonna be super loveley and get lots of lov i love him dont ever hurt him pls #everyone is gonna get their part in this guys #Ok bye

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dbtrilogy2 · 7 years

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The Outing(12)

Camila

Holding up my phone I snap the picture quick. "Mymy why are you eating your shoe huh mama?"

She babbled something look right at me. Smiling I kiss her nose after posting the picture to my snapchat. Since both Chris and I are busy today we're splitting up the twins. The girls and Maurice are at school and Maliki will be in day care. I'm gonna take Mylan and Chris will have Morgan. That one is a handful so I know he'll enjoy his day. I will be with my sister and her rude as future mother in law for some kind of ladies day. Oh yeah I know all about her plans with that trick from the party. I still never got my hits in but whatever. From what I know we're just gonna get our nails done some shopping then everyone is getting together to celebrate max and Isabel engagement.

"Camila we gotta switch kids!" Chris came in holding Morgan out. "I want her now."

"Nah nah honey boo this is set in stone. What she do?" Pinching Morgan nose she squeals reaching for me.

"She broken my Rolex!"

"Which one?"

"That's not the point! This child is evil." He turned her to him frowning. "You made daddy very sad gigi...how you gonna fix this?" She smiled taking his chin hair pulling him to her putting her lips on his nose.

"Awwww see she sorry. Right gigi say sorry daddy."

"Dada dada!" He smiled giving up.

"I love you to. Come on sugar foot lets go boss people around." He tosses her up. "What you doing?"

"Ladies day with my sister and her bitch future mother in law."

Going in our room with him in tow I start to finish getting ready.

"Can I trust you to be good? Don't let daddy have to come up there and show out in front of people." He slipped pass me with a quick slap and grab of my ass.

"Boy bye I am grown." I flip my long hair rolling my eyes at him.

"With the attitude of a teenager."

Sounds about right. "I'll be good as long as everything keeps me that way. If some old bat just so happen to say some sideways shit I'll do what's necessary."

"Not with my child around...we gotta save the good ones so the bad ones don't take over." He laid back on the bed with the twins. "What's happening after your ladies day?"

"Family dinner for my sister engagement. I'm making chicken Alfredo lasagna." Fluffing out my hair I smile.

Damn I'm fine.

"Sounds nice. I guess after checking up on things imma just chill...maybe I'll take baby girl to the park after Maliki gets out day care."

"That's nice baby."

Just as I'm getting my shoes on Isabel text me their leaving to the nail shop. Chris was still playing with the girls making the cutest scene. The girls were laughing all loud. They did their little baby talk climbing all over him. Morgan laughed at Chris tickling her and got on his chest and just...slapped him. That shit echoed!

"No no Morgan!" I quickly grab her up hitting her hand twice. "That was bad you do not hit daddy." She just looked at me blank.

"Switch. Kids. Please." He mumbled covering his face. Mylan was just sitting looking clueless and adorable.

"Ok fine I'm leaving now." Kissing both my babies I go back in the girls room to get badass dressed. She was frowning at me while I put her shoes and jacket on. "Bye hubby!"

"Bye wifey!" He called back making me blush.

I pick up Rebecca then we picked up amandla up from school early.

"Mommy why am I out of school before everyone else?"

"Because we are going to hang with your aunts for a ladies day. We going to get Mona and Stanley?" She asked me.

"No they decided they wanted to go to the mall after school instead of hanging with us. It's all cool tho but uh are you prepared to throw harsh words and possibly your fist?"

She laughed. "You already know and if that bitch show up some how some way Carlton will not stop me this time!"

"Oh hell yea she got away with to much last time and Isabel did not get her good enough. What you been up to?"

"Planning the look of my very own shop! It's gonna be lit as hell!"

Looking at her quick then back to the road I chuckle. "Girl you are in your early thirties with two kids."

"What that mean!? Girl I'm a hip mom right amandla?" She looked back.

"Yup!"

At the shop Isabel and the evil witch were already seated and started on.

"Hey guys bout time we just sat down. Camila Rebecca this is Max mom...Bridget these are my sisters and their daughters."

"It's nice to meet you both." She held out a hand.

Even though I really didnt want to I shake her little wrinkled hand anyway. I got seated next to Isabel Rebecca next to me and amandla next to her. I got a mask for Morgan so she doesn't breath in to much of that toxic air.

"Mommy I want my fingers painted."

Rebecca got someone to come and do Amanda hands. While we all sat max mom for some reason decided to speak up.

"So Isabel told me just a little about you two. Business woman wife's and mothers that sounds like a busy schedule."

Only for those who can't handle it.

"Yes I have my own clothing line and right now working on opening my very own boutique." Rebecca shrugged with a slick smile.

"Oh really you have anything for a woman my age?"

"I just might I'll show you my site and if you like anything I'll have it for you."

"Oh sweetheart you don't have to do that."

"I insist your part of this constantly growing family now."

I rolled my eyes.

"Camila...Isabel says your a dancer?"

"Yup a very experienced dancer. It that's a side job now that I have my family."

"Yes she told me you have six kids...could've fooled me. How old is this this one?" She tickled Morgan side.

"Well this is Morgan she's one her twin is with my husband and the other four are in school or something."

She nods looking me up and down. "How long have you been married?"

"Almost ten years this year makes nine." I pick my nail color a cute matte peach. "So uh did you put this together or my sister?"

"She did we got off on the wrong foot so this is kind of a retry."

"How did you start off bad?" I pushed hearing Rebecca small chuckle from next to me.

"Just some prejudging."

"Which we have already addressed so Camila it's all good." Isabel shot me a look.

After we walked across the street to a wine shop. They have tastings you can arrange. The first was a white sweet tasting my kind of wine.

As I'm sipping on my small glass my annoying yet adorable husband sent me a lovey little text.

Husband♥️🤵🏽-me and Mylan will be waiting at the station for you jailbird

Smiling I lock my phone. I'm gonna hurt him later.

"How are you feeling about max and Isabel now that you've seen them together and interacting?"

"So far so good." Bridget shrugged.

"Why did you bring that girl out here with you?"

Isabel sighed palming her face. She knew this was coming. Some crazy bitch was acting up at my brother special event I'm not letting that shit go without someone explaining.

"No one important Camila drop it please." Isabel hissed.

"We both know that's not happen bel. Rebecca laughing getting another glass. "So who was she?"

"Max ex girlfriend."

"And she was brought because?"

"I wanted them together again."

She saying this BS with a full straight face! Rebecca and I shared a "bitch what" face while Isabel threw back her glass reaching for another.

"Please explain this fully."

She sighed sitting her glass down. "Well I have not always been found of Isabel because we never met and they've been together for years with my grandson. Before we talked I had a plan of getting them together again. Unforgivably I didn't know about their past and I finally got to meet the woman who my son so desperately loves and booked her a plane back quick. I wish I hadn't because things were said and done that should and I've already apologized."

"Oh that's nice you fixed what you fucked up." I sip my glass avoiding Isabel glare. "Now don't take that as well you can take it how ever you want but I'm just looking out for my sister. I know she's so the same for me."

"Mmhm it's fine I understand...your up front with yours I like that."

"That's cool just know I'm keeping my eyes on you for a while. Just to ensure you not plotting anything else."

We shared a I guess playful glare before touching glasses and grabbing another bottle. Still don't like the old bat.

Stanley

He took us to a booth with our ice cream. Mona and Sam were at another one on the other side of the parlor. She waved at me blowing kisses.

"Double chocolate huh?" Julian smirked digging in my bowl.

"Yea with the strawberry sprinkles better than whatever that is."

"Girl mint cookie dough the best here." We just ate for a good minute. "So I text you and never got a response."

"Sorry about that just...feeling a way." I shrug stirring around my ice cream.

"Did it have to do anything with us talking at Max night."

"You mean when you took me away from a cute guy to brag about some girl you like."

He nods smiling. "I was talking about you Stanley. I'm sorry I guess I wasn't as forward as I was trying to be but I like you Stanley."

"I like you to Julian."

"No not in a friendly way-"

"I know." I bat my eyes smiling quickly looking down at my bowl of melting ice cream.

He looked at me kind of shocked.

"Oh wow....for how long?"

"You first."

"Well me I guess I've liked you for a few years now. But I have always been afraid you'd turn me down. It's like your so....I mean like your smile and eyes the way you talk and your so smart and about your work never let anybody get in your way for shit. I can't even tell you how many times I've wanted to say something." He reached over grabbing my hand.

"For me it was last year when you started acting different towards me. You'd started being extra nice to me and at first I just thought oh maybe he's just being nice but I know it was more than that now. I think your really sweet and funny a caring person which is one of my favorite characteristics of you. The way you are with your mom how special you treat her is something else I like. They say the way a guy treats the first woman in his life is how he'll treat his lady."

"Damn already making yourself my girl on the first date." He smirked biting his lip. "Territorial and quick at that...I like."

"Oh shut up I'm just saying you would probably be a good boyfriend." I shrug trying to ignore his cute chuckle.

"Mmhm you know the best way to see if that's true...try it out yourself."

"Yeah well I'm not sure if I'm ready for a relationship right now."

Nodding he stood coming over. My heart rate instantly picked up with my hands starting to sweat. His arm falls over my shoulder as he turns my face to his.

"Then what are we gonna do now. I know how you feel you know how I feel."

Good question. I know I don't want to see him walking around with some girl that would crush me. But just because I'm not ready I can't basically hold him off for my own selfish reasons. What's the worst that can happen from just trying out a relationship. Uh but I don't want to get hurt not saying Julian would hurt me in anyway but we're young and this would be both of our first time in relationship.

"Maybe just keep a steady close friendship for now. Having a close bond is very important with any kind of relationship so if your willing to just hold off for a while we can slowly move into the boyfriend/girlfriend territory." My hands slightly shook.

I swear I'm never as nervous as when I'm around him.

"Ok that's cool with me I don't want to jump into anything for both of us aren't ready. You just flaunting that big brains of yours around with these cleaver plans and all." He pulls on a loose strain of my hair making me blush. "So would it be ok if we just had a small friendly kiss to celebrate our coming out to each other."

Moving in he said it all mumbled inches from my lips. My legs bounced nervously.

"Um i-i guess t-that would be uh ok."

Seeing me being nervous he smiled grabbing my hand. "Relax baby I'm not rushing it was just a question."

"Ok I'd just like my first kiss to be a little more special like maybe after our first date or something."

"First you make yourself my girl now you planning our first date. Where we going?" He joked.

Blushing I giggled pushing him. He pulled me back kissing my cheek. "Thanks for being so understanding and willing."

"I'd do anything for you I'm more than willing to wait for you since I know how we both feel now. Just don't be playing out talking to other niggas and shit."

"You gotta promise the same. I'm as loyal as you are to me."

"Looks like we have a understanding. We are officially unofficially together."

"Yes that's us."

As we make our way out the mall Mona and Sam in front I started noticing girls gauging at Julian. I know it's no secret he's attractive but I never took notice how many girls just put themselves out there for him. What am I getting myself into?

#darlene cisneros #chris brown #fufubaby #kayla phillips #Trevor Jackson #malutrevejo #chris brown fanfic #chris brown fanfiction #chris brown fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fiction

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quonit-aceattorney · 6 years

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1-3 Reaction

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

Index

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BF: are you still on case 2?

Q: nope 3, the samurai dude.

Me: Okay so he was sleeping during the time of dead. the producer was telling everyone where to move and what to do and later told everybody not to tell anyone. It could've been their fualt.

:nobody in game thinks this:

Me: Am I dumb or are all of you

I keep going to that place but I can't go get the key or whatever because first penny was blocking it and now oldbag is. Better go to every other place I can and examine and talk to everything before I can.

(edgy-boy)

oooo i found somebody :o

Q: yaaaaay time moved forward. Probably the 3rd grader mentioned earlier.

Q: YAY I FINALLY GOT THE KEY

now to wait until I get stuck again

BF: hahah yeah, I've played through that case multiple times and I STILL sometimes get a bit lost in the investigation phase

Q: yay I'm not alone!

BF: there's that one thing were you have to do a trading card exchange between multiple characters that can get a bit fetch questy

I still love that case so much though

Will is such a sweetheart!

I like to imagine him and Juan being friends.

Q: I haven't met him yet, I'll tell you my thoughts on him when I find him

BF: Will is the client of the case. :O

Will Powers, the Steel Samurai!

Q: oh ya!

BF: the big scary lion looking dude who's actually a big softie

he's a recurring character even hahah

Q: I like that guy. I disliked it when the first thing Maya said about him is "he looks like he's definitely killed people before". How dare she. I knew right form the start he was innocent.

yaaaay he appears more :D

BF: lol she changes her tune fast

but yeah...I have some speculations about how the victim of this case is connected to Juan, but I'll tell you about that later

Q: She does at least, I am still mad at her though haha

and phoenix, he also still seems suspicious of him.

ahhhhh juan is in the game

not even enough to get colored

BF: WELL it's a very very LOSE connection.

To be fair, the creator hadn't even conceived of 2-4 when he made this case, and it's a detail I had to really search around to find

it's more like a connection between one of Jack Hammer's old movies and Juan's show.

Q: hehe

oh ya I forgot Juan has one huh

fanthoeries!

Does Juan do anything more in the anime? I heard he got colored

BF: he got an official color for his jacket, and you get a few more full body shots of him that you get in the game

it's not much, but considering what we had before. :/

Q: aww oh well

JUST LEAVE IT TO THE FANS THEY ENJOY IT

Q: "Some people take their jobs a little too seriously" says the lawyer.

should I comment while I play or would that just be annoying

BF: nah, keep going! I actually like getting people's live reactions to games I've played before

Q: yaaaay :D

I just had to stop, pause the game, and sit a minuet after he said that.

"YOU'RE A LAWYER, IF ANYBODY SHOULD BE TAKING THEIR JOB 'TOO SERIOUSLY' IT'S YOU"

Q: Penny just tell please I don't wanna wander around for another 30 mineuts looking for a lead

oh yay penny may have the ultra (really super?) (some stupid namde) card

yaaaay

why not fucking trade! this is a spare card the kid doesn't want and she has the card we need to get him to talk!

Q: thought i'd have to look a lot more... guess not

HEY KID I GOT YOUR DAMN CARD

BF: Oh Cody...just gotta keep reminding yourself that he's too young to know any better

HE'S NOT OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE ON PURPOSE

Q: "WHO WAS THE PERSON WHO KILLED THE GUY IN THE VILAN SUIT? NOT THE NAME OF THE CHARACTER HE WAS DRESSED AS BUT WHO THE GUY WEARING THE SUIT WAS."

Q: hehe, the last option is the worst... I'll probably have to say fighting because that is probably what the kid would want most is an answer

yaaaay Cody likes me

See if this was made today Cody would have a phone instead of a camera

People give stuff to mia because she never wears any fucking clothes. YOU'RE IN YOUR SISTERS BODY, GIVE IT SOME RESPECT.

BF: hahaha

BF: TO BE FAIR, IT'S NOT LIKE MAYA RUNS AROUND WITH A LARGER SET OF ROBES FOR WHEN SHE WANTS TO CHANNEL HER SISTER

Poor Mia...she's honestly a great character, but no getting around the fact that she's a walking boob joke

Q: Least she isn't as bad at the April May character

BF: I don't think there's anyone in the original trilogy as bad as April

Q: man what if Cody actually pulled out his sword and stabbed gumshoe

BF: couple of ladies in the spinoff games starring Edgeworth who can rival her

yikes! poor Gumshoe!

Q: none of that guys name is good. He should get a nickname.

Edgy-boy

"Dick Gumshoe". He doesn't like being called 'dick' and gumshoe is just not really a good name.

Q: WHY IS EVERYBODY STILL SO SUSPICIOUS OF WILL

ALL THE KID SAID IS THAT HE SAW THE GUY IN THE COSTUME KILL THE GUY WITH THE SPEAR.

THIS CHANGES NOTHING

Q: yaaay savepoint

**BF: hahah YOU'LL FIND THAT ARGUMENT COME UP A FEW TIMES IN THESE GAMES And I'm not gonna like it is annoying **

'yeah I totally saw them! From the back!"

"I saw them there! I recognized them by their full body, figure concealing, face covering costume! it was them alright"

"what do you mean, of course no one else could have worn that outfit"

hahah there's one character in the spinoff games who calls him Gummy

Q: hehehe

Well Gummy is better then being called dick or dumshoe so

Q: "we're going into this trial utterly defenseless" NO WE'RE NOT MIA >:(

yaaay finally trial time :D

I really like the trials I finally actually get to do something

Q: hehe the guy is scared of Edgy-boy

that name will stick with me till the end of time I swear

BF: hahah yeah investigation time is your getting evidence period and such

but the trials are where you make it happen~

Q: yaaay

this guy condridicts himself so much why

Q: "Haven't we had enough of this pointless line of questioning???"

NO EDGEWORTH

WE HAVE NOT

They couldn't have gone to studio one because a tree was blocking it...

Pheonix why are you so upset YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS

Q: THE THIRD GRADER IS PART OF THE TRIAL???

Great. time for a break where everybody tells me how hopeless it it even though it isn't

BF: hahah yesss the BADGER THE CHILD

Q: LET US DO SO >:D LET THE BADGERING COMMENCE!

hehe he's too short for the stand. Are they gonna give him a step stool or something

yep

BF: the creator's logic for including Cody like this: a child would have a different reason to lie than an adult would, and he wanted to explore that. :3

tee hee

poor tiny cody

I love that you can see the box in the distance shots

Q: I do not feel for him. The adults should phrase it differently, I'll rephrase questions as we go for fun.

hehe i wanna see the box

2nd????

he's 7???

BF: I think he's supposed to be 11?

Q: but then he's be in 5th or 6th

BF: though that seems a bit old to think that superheroes are real

Q: so he's either 7 or 8... imma go with 8

BF: you can check his profile and get his in-game age haha

Q: alright imma do that

he's 7

BF: dang, younger than I recalled

Q: we already have is book why do we need the camera

BF: okay, so maybe not TOO old to believe superheroes are real, but a super young to be running around unsupervised like that

BF: mayhaps the camera contains some photos the book does not. 83

THE GAME RARELY GIVES YOU EVIDENCE YOU HAVE NO USE FOR

Q: wonder if his parents know about the trial

Mom: Hi honey! Where were you today?

Cody: I snuck into a building I wasn’t allowed in and went to court as a witness for murder! It was so cool!

yaaay

the guy in the flashback is wearing a mask

why did they let him bring his sword

BF: hee hee...this is one place where I have to credit the anime adaptation. in the anime version of this case, Phoenix questions Cody at the studio, and no one forces him to take the stand.

Q: hey if he went through there so could the adults

yaaay

good anime

this is a murder trial kid

Q: he's dead

Q: hmmmm

I mean the picture could be of use, but the only time I really present is when there is a contridiction

Q: ...should I try it? I don't think I'll get anywhere if I don't

ill look at what i have again

Q: "still learing how to use camera"

maybe he did have it he just didn't take a picture

Q: http://imperfectapollo.tumblr.com/post/172111532663/ananxiousraccoon-ananxiousraccoon

BF: remember: when in doubt, you CAN take a few hits to your damage meter without getting a game-over

and if you are REALLY REALLY In doubt, you can save your game before making a decision

Q: :(

fine I'll try it out

ooooo

BF: some of the penalty dialogue is funny enough to be worth the damage to your health meter hahah

Q: I've only gotten two so far, funny but disappointing still

Q: :D

I was too scared about my first idea so I use my second one: Are you sure you didn't take a picture? I have your camera

hehe the box

BF: hahah you should try to prove why he WOULD take a photo

Q: yaaay

because it's every battle he's won

BF: yep! And the samurai always wins!

Or DOES HE

Q: DUN DUN DUN

Q: he isn't mentioning the spear he didn't watch it but i don't know why

BF: Well, think back

what did he say about his camera?

Also we know he couldn't have used the spear for an important reason that came up ages ago

Q: yaaay i was right he was trying to photograph it but couldn't because it isn't working

BF: or more to the point he couldn't get it to work fast enough!

still learning how to use iiiiiit~

Q: yaaaay

BF: So he looked down to fiddle with the camera, and looked up to see? 83

Q: See mia what this boy says means nooooootttttthhhiiiiiiiing.

Q: moving strangely either from ankle or the person wasn't used to wearing the costume

Q: how dare you erase the pictures

honestly he would not have though, he would want to keep them and put them in his scrapbook

Q: SEE I WAS RIGHT

Q: what truth???

what am i supposed to be thinking???"

only reasonable one is he didn't win _ DUN DUN DUN_

Q: aww :(

BF: YOU GOT IT. :(

which raises one very very sad possibility about the fight...

Q: oh dam

who is the victim? the guy wearing the villan outfit, right? they taped around his helmet

BF: yeah, Jack, the guy who plays the villain character

Q: and hammer wasn't there, he was sleeping wait no

not hammer his name is will

who is hammer???

BF: No, Will Powers was sleeping

Jack Hammer, tee hee

Jack Hammer was the vicitm

and he WASN'T sleeping...

Q: :o everyone in the court is confused

BF: hahah cause you just hecked up the timeline! :D

Q: i like how during the rest of the trial the kid just sat there and quietly watched

it's just a funny idea to bme, thinking about what he thought about

Q: the sky is clear how can you be watching it

Q: 5 years ago what I'm pretty sure happened is that the guy accidentally killed another guy and then the girl covered it up and i think it's blackmail not and that is why from now on the other guy didn't work for big studios anymore

names, too tiered to memember

(I beat the case but didn’t record it)

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