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Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 


“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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The Tiger’s Labmate (M)

~A Namjoon Birthday Fic~

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: University AU, fluff, angst and smut

Warnings: Public sex (I don’t know why I keep writing these with Namjoon XD ), unprotected sex, inappropriate laboratory conduct

Word count: 8,456 words

A/N: As always, I have @mylovejhs to thank for beta-ing this fic for me <3


You are perched on the tall laboratory stool at one of the tables, trying to look unaffected. However, it is difficult to maintain a cool facade when the girls in your class make a show for their sympathy for you as they pass by to take their own seats, smiling with pity, patting your back in consolation and saying words of encouragement in tones that are just chirpy enough to tell you that they’re actually enjoying your misery. It isn’t surprising though; you knew this would happen after the grouping for this course’s lab came out and you are again paired with one of the guys.

Just then the man himself saunters into the room, quickly spotting you and heading over. Your gaze moves higher and higher as he approaches, finally having to tilt your head up when he stands next to your table. “I guess we’re lab partners this semester,” he points out the obvious with a dimpled smile.

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Make You Come Undone (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
»Bondage, Overstimulation, Jimin being cute but in a hot way

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

The branches grew wings, or so it seemed as such as the heavy wind ruffled what few leaves clung to their dormant twigs. It soothed your mind, allowing your thoughts to run their course until nothing filled your head but the sharp breeze stinging your exposed skin and piercing through your inappropriate autumn attire as you watched the branches attempt to fly away as their green and yellow wings flapped with fervor.

But soon, even that became a tedious task that only made you feel how hard the concrete bench felt beneath you, and you soon stood to move on to another site, another way to take your mind off of everything you weren’t actually thinking about. Too much stress always came to you like this: to the point of no feeling. What made this form of stress so shitty was that you had no idea what could get you out of your funk, something to ground you.

You found yourself close to your apartment building in your aimless walking, and you shrugged as you entered. The outside world provided you with no help at all; maybe you could find some relief in your own small home on the 12th floor. You stilled at the hands gripping at your waist, your fist tightening in balls as you turned your head only to meet the cheery face of your boyfriend. You sighed in relief as you turned to meet Jimin’s playful grin.

“I caught you,” he cooed, pulling at the strap of his brown messenger bag. “Why are you getting home from work so early?” You were about half an hour early.

You shrugged as you both headed towards the elevator to see it was just opening and both slid in with the elderly lady before you finally answered. “I told my boss I wasn’t feeling well; coming down with something.” You spoke quietly as you eyed the gray curls of the lady in front of you, pressing towards your boyfriend as the numbers ascended.

“Are you sick, really?” he asked, his tone laced in concern. You gave a small grin as you bumped shoulders. “Nah,” you answered. “I just needed to get home.”

“Why?”

The elevator stopped on the 6th floor finally and you chewed at the inside of your cheek as you scrutinized every step it took for the woman to step off the elevator, the doors closing on sensory detail. As the metal box jerked you down in its quick ascend, you fell to your boyfriend, burying your face in his neck and curling into the hardness of his body that you found all too comforting. “Jimin,” you whined needily as you tried impossibly to get closer and deeper into your boyfriend’s skin. As your hand slid to his neck, pulling him into you, the thought flew and tumbled off your lips as they pressed close to his ear. “Let me tie you up tonight.”

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Sidney Crosby- Don’t you ever do that

Request one:  First of all your writing is all amazing especially your smut 😘. May I request Sidney Crosby smut : prompt Don’t you ever do that again.

Request two:  Sidney Crosby/reader 69-ing?

Author’s note: I can’t even tell if this is good so I’m hoping it is. 

Warnings: Sex, cussing, the usual

Up next: Zach Werenski

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Thawing Cold

Request from @niffnafftriv of Zico.  A mysterious bet with Taeil lands you alone with Zico for a day.  

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Zico x OC(Reader)

Words: 3656

As always let us give thanks to all the gif creators! They deserve our praise!


Originally posted by fy-woojiho

The waves crashed unyeilding upon the beach. I felt like grumbling once again. Yet, stupid me had somehow agreed to come to the beach in the midst of a snow storm. The snowflakes falling into the water and melting away. Just another drop in the endless sea.

Before I could make some sort of wish on their pitiful fates, a rough hand handed me something in a paper sleeve. My eyes caught the cheery face that I wanted to punch. Zico was his usual self. Thinking he owned the damn world. I wanted to push him into the freezing water. This ass had dragged us to the beach. We were going to have a fun day, he’d said.

Only he hadn’t mentioned I’d be freezing my ass off. Glaring at his crooked smirk, I snatched the object out of his hand. Part of me was tempted to just toss it in the water to see what he’d do, but then I caught a whiff of the warm dough. These were precious carbs in my hand. Resigning myself to shocking him some other way, I munched on the fish bread. It was warm and even though I didn’t really like the flavor I was going to enjoy it. This fish was the only warmth I could feel.

“Can we go yet?” I spoke through a mouthful of golden scales.

“What? You want some more?” He smirked holding up another bag.
“I knew you would. Don’t you just love these? I always wanted them when I was a kid…do you remember waiting for….” he trailed off. Yeah, that’s right. Once again he forgot.

I’m not Korean. I honestly didn’t know whether I should be happy or pissed at him. How he could forget my pale skin wasn’t Asian made I will never understand. Either way it made my urge to hit him stronger. I stared down at my hulk hands. They were shaking in the cold.

Not wanting to listen to him prattle on about his happy childhood, I turned and walked away. I headed back into town. The worst part about this was that Taeil had betrayed me. He was on my shit list too. He’d dared me that I wouldn’t wear the dress he picked for one of their red carpets. I had considered myself so smug until I saw the dress in question. It was like some Lady Gaga creation. I might have been able to pull off crazy just to be right, but there was so many missing pieces. The threads barely covering my nether region. Not to mention it was glittery in a few places meaning that all eyes would certainly be hoping for a nip slip. I just couldn’t do it because in heels I was a flightless bird. Unable to do much of anything.

So, Taeil had happily claimed victory. Not that any of the members knew what he was prattling on about. His chirpy voice had annoyed me through another movie. I really needed to get a proper date to these events. Sadly, my friends and colleagues, namely Block B, had basically called dibs. I couldn’t say that they hadn’t actually called it but in some form or another I was marked. Even though I was a journalist out to get any scoop, I was basically stuck with only their exclusives. They were seriously going to ruin my career.

Whatever happened Taeil was way too pleased. I’d waited for him to announce his prize, but he had waited. Then I got the call that I had to say yes to wherever Zico wanted to go for an entire day. 

I never anticipated that we would be boarding a plane and heading to Jeju Island. I’d been counting on him wanting to lock me inside the studio with him and go over his current projects. He always tried, but luckily he couldn’t follow me into the ladies room when I escaped. I could outwait him in there. He would never leave his soundboard alone long enough for it to grow cold.

Not waiting for him, I called a taxi asking to take us back to the airport. We had done the beach.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked. I sighed.

“Just a sec, what do you mean you can’t take me to the airport?” My teeth clenching together.

“Miss, I can but all the flights are cancelled from the snow,” the man told me. I cursed not so quietly.

“Ah, sorry, thank you,” I said hanging up.

“You want to go? But I made a reservation,” he pouted. His lips were perfectly red from the cold. I narrowed my eyes resisting an eye roll. He was so damn perfect looking even in the snow. I was certain I resembled a crushed tomato.

“Well, we’re stuck here anyways,” I told him. He nodded thinking to himself.

“Let’s go eat,” he said easily grabbing both of my hands in his. I stumbled as he forced me to walk with him which meant I was backwards.

“Yah, Zico, let go!” I yelled at him.

“No, I won’t. You are upset and this will make you calm down,” he explained. I glared at him.

“No, I’m just more mad at you,” I told him. My eyes focused on our hands trying to yank mine away from his hold. His thumbs rubbing circles which sent tingles down my spine.

“I forgive you,” he said seriously. I nearly twisted my ankle in surprise. What was with this nonsense? The nerve of him forgiving me.

“Always,” he added. I felt my legs freeze in place.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes wide with concern.

“My-my hands are freezing,” I managed. What else could I say? My brain couldn’t even process that word. Always, did he always plan on using me for his entertainment? I was going to end up his family pet. Oh god. The relatives would all use me in the same way as he did. Wanting me to do what they said just so they could laugh at me. I shook my head.

“Really?” His voice coming into focus.
“That doesn’t feel better?” He asked. My hands were sandwiched between both of his. He frowned bringing our hands up to his mouth. He breathed warm air onto them. I didn’t want to pull away because it was soothing. My hands were cold. He looked up at me through his lashes. His eyes were warm and I felt my stomach drop out from under me. What was happening to me?

“No,” I whispered. He studied my face with his eyes. His nose scrunching as he made some kind of decision. One of his other adorable habits. On me it would look ridiculous, but when he scrunched his nose, I felt the urge to push his face away from me. I would have tried, but he held my hands tightly in his own. Before I could protest, he swung my arms out. He twirled me around so that he my back was pressed into his chest. His hands still holding mine.

“The restaurant isn’t too far,” his mouth was practically touching my ear. I felt the same rush of tingles wash over me. This shouldn’t be affecting me. Zico was just eye candy. I didn’t actually like him. He was absurdly busy and unavailable. He eyed other women in my presence. I’d seen him playfully and disgustingly smack dancer’s asses during practice. When they weren’t actually dancing.

He began humming something. I couldn’t quite make out the full song. His arms tightening their hold on me briefly. I wanted to refuse, but my body had relaxed completely. My arms hanging limply and my fingers curling around his. His thumbs tapping out a beat. I found myself liking the way he warmed up my whole body.

“We’re here,” he announced angling us up a few short steps. He untwirled me before he released my hands. He smirked at me once again.

“Are you going to go inside?” He gestured towards the door behind me. I flushed before quickly turning and letting us inside. In my haste, I nearly tripped over the neatly arranged rows of shoes. 

He caught my elbow and kept me from falling. The two of us taking off our shoes. My toes desperate to step onto the smooth hardwood floor.

“Welcome,” a woman came shuffling out. She wore a fancy hanbok. Sparkling thread lacing through designs of peonies, which sprouted from all over her chest.

“We have a reservation,” Zico said his hand resting in the small of my back. He stepped up beside me.

“Yes you do,” the woman turned her beaming smile onto me.

“Right this way please,” she pivoted gracefully, before shuffling without seeming to move her legs down the hallway. She led us to a closed door which she slid open revealing a low table. A private room with no one else.

“Do you have any requests?” She asked as we sat down on the cushions.

“No,” Zico answered, but I eyed her desperate.

“Yes, miss?” She inquired. I smiled relieved that she was a gracious host.

“Something warm to drink please,” I requested.

“Of course. Shall I replace the wine?” She said. I glanced at Zico wondering if he’d ordered in advance. Wine? Why did we need wine?

“No. That won’t be necessary,” he said. With a nod of understanding and an ever present smile she left. The door closing behind her.

I stared at the table wanting something to distract me from the fact that I was alone with Zico. His hands rested in his lap. He flexed them straight as he lowered his head. His eyes looking up through his lashes at me again. I couldn’t watch him staring at me. This uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.

“Do you still feel cold?” His words drew the feeling back.

“No,” I sighed.

“Good,” he smiled and his whole body seemed to perk up.

“Have you been here before?” I asked him. He smiled staring down at the table. Before he could answer, the door slid open and a few people came in. Setting down bowls of still boiling soup and short tea cups. The warm liquid poured from a stout white teapot.

“Yes, I have. My Mom really likes it here. She used to come here with her family,” he said as the waiters arranged some small plates. I nodded happily watching as they set down utensils before me. I wanted to reach out for the chopsticks and spoon and begin munching away.

“I’m sorry. You can eat,” he urged me with a wave of his hand dismissing everyone. I paid no attention as I tasted something crispy in front of me. Sweet and crunchy fried vegetable that I couldn’t quite identify.

“That’s eggplant,” he told me.

“It’s delicious,” I told him having something else. I began to taste everything ignoring the soup which I knew from experience would burn my mouth.

“I didn’t know you were so hungry,” he muttered. I looked up at him wondering why he seemed to be staring off into space.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked him. He smiled picking up his chopsticks. We both stared at the soup for a while longer, before he managed with his fire proof mouth to take a few sips.

“No fair. You’re cheating,” I pouted. The soup looked really tasty.

“What?” He laughed at me.

“You are Korean. You can eat boiling water, fire and well basically anything at all,” I stated. He laughed.

“You’re jealous?” He asked. I scrunched my nose in disgust. He was rubbing it in.

“It’s not fair,” I stared at the hot liquid no longer bubbling, but the steam continued to rise.

Originally posted by bbomb

“I know,” he leaned back with a content smile on his face, “not everyone can be this flawless.”

With that the strange urge to snuggle up to him vanished. I felt the anger bubbling up in me.

“Gross,” I muttered. He was being his smug self again. I managed to have some soup. Maybe the hot liquid could distract me from his ego long enough for me to fill my stomach.

The waiters returned adding in a bottle of wine to go along with the main course. A series of dishes that had me pushing my soup away. Dumplings, the first thing I was putting in my mouth.

Followed by a curse, as I reached for something to help with the steam. They were so hot inside.

“Here, drink this,” Zico handed me a glass of white wine. I downed the whole thing handing it back for more. My mouth finally starting to cool off.

“Are you okay?” He questioned me. My hands waving about in a poor attempt to wave off the hot pain in my mouth.

“Hotttt,” I winced. He held out his hand to me. I glanced at it wondering what he wanted.

“Spit it out,” he demanded. I shook my head no.

“If you don’t, I will get it out another way,” he said licking his lips. I gaped at him letting the hot food tumble onto his hand. Thankfully there was a napkin or I’d never live this down.

“Drink some more wine,” he said getting up. He walked around the table while I gulped chilled tart wine.

“I should have warned you they were hot,” he said but I was distracted as he sat behind me. He pulled me into his chest again. I really didn’t have the concentration to fight him off. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck.

“You’ll be fine,” he soothed. I didn’t really know why he was sitting with me. He was picking up food and eating with my chopsticks. The overly familiar way he rested his hand on my thigh made me feel weak and lightheaded. Enough to allow him to take the glass of wine out of my hand. He took a sip before setting it gently on the table.

“Open,” he said and I felt crazy watching him want to feed me. I shifted uncomfortable. He huffed silently into my neck. I shivered not liking the feel of his breath on my neck.

“Please eat,” he requested. I took hold of my spoon and used that to feed myself.

He slumped in defeat. His head pressing onto my shoulder.

“Why are you so afraid of me?” He asked. His words surprised me.

“I’m not afraid of you. You’re not scary,” I scoffed at him.

“Yet, you won’t go on dates with me. You run away when I want to spend time with you,” he pouted. I could hear it in his voice. His pitch extra rumbly.

“You never asked me on a date,” I said trying to pull away from him. I felt hot and sweaty. I tried to dry off my palms by pressing them into my jeans.

“That’s because I knew you didn’t want to be seen in public with me. You’re reputation would be in question. I can’t hurt your career,” he stated.

“You—” I didn’t know what to accuse him of, but that wasn’t what I’d been expecting him to say.

“I really like you. I think about you all the time. I brought you here because I want to show you how serious I am about you. I didn’t want anyone else to be around,” he explained. I jerked away from him trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying. He allowed me some personal space. His hand wrapping around one of mine.

Originally posted by yvkwon

“Zico, why didn’t you–?” I stared at him. He stared at our hands.

“I didn’t want to lose you. I couldn’t ask you to be with me in case you wanted to be with someone else, but now I can’t let myself wait any longer. I want you to want me,” his eyes searching mine.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said feeling like a proper idiot. I never expected him to be so direct.

“You never said anything. You never held my hand before today,” I told him. He winced.

“I tried to ignore you, but I couldn’t. Nothing worked,” he said. I felt my heart pound in my chest. He didn’t just like me. He was deadly with those eyes. His lips turned slightly down as he waited for me to decide.

“I need to, uhhhh,” I panicked. I picked up a dumpling and shoved it in his mouth. He rolled his eyes as he chewed. He grabbed the chopsticks and held one in front of my mouth. I chewed not minding that I didn’t have an answer just yet.

Zico kissed my cheek before he stood up and went back to his original spot. He began to eat not saying anything.

Part of me felt I should say something but nothing was right. I followed his lead mindlessly eating. By the time the dumplings were gone, the waitstaff had returned.

“Are you ready for dessert?” The lady asked. Her ever present smile making me feel a tiny bit lousy.

Zico looked over at me. He bit his lip.

“Can we get it to go?” I ventured, “I feel tired and I am afraid I’ll fall asleep here.” My exaggeration worked though as she came back with quite a large box wrapped in a cloth.

“Enjoy,” she smiled handing it to Zico. He bowed thanking her. I did the same. He stood up heading towards the front door.

“Don’t we need the check?” I asked. He grabbed my hand and towed me after him.

“It’s a date. You don’t need to worry about anything,” he said. I rolled my eyes. That was certainly a lie as he was distracted and having trouble getting his shoes on but I could only wait.

We made our way to a hotel. He set the box on the counter as he pulled out his wallet. He asked for two rooms. I rolled my eyes.

“No, just one room. Don’t waste money on two,” I scolded him. Zico shook his head.

“No, they don’t have any doubles left,” he told me. I pushed him out of the way.

“Just the one room and do you have any clothes? I don’t really want to sleep in these or wear this home tomorrow…” I said.

“Jagi, please don’t be unreasonable. I’ll let you pay for everything. Is that alright?”

Originally posted by pyojamas

Zico was stunned into silence.

“Jagi, say something or the poor man is going to think I’m taking advantage of you,” I laid my hand on his cheek. He nodded before he managed a full sentence.

“Whatever you like,” he said in a daze.

The man behind the counter smiled and asked what I wanted. I rattled off our sizes and accepted the key. I made Zico sign the receipt.

He trailed behind me to the elevator. I knew I was slightly cruel to use that word in him but I was enjoying myself. The walk to the hotel had given me perspective. I wanted to be with this man that was willing to wait even if I rejected him. He held my hand and hugged me but he didn’t try to rush me. He was warm and reliable.

Even know I wanted to know what his lips would feel like on my own. I sighed. Doing it in the elevator would seem cheap when he’d been so well behaved. I smirked as I went forward to open the door to our room.

As soon as he set down the box, I turned towards him. He stared at me not moving. I stood in front of him trying to plan my next move. I felt his fingers graze against mine. I stared into his deep gaze feeling my stomach twirling. Leaning closer, I waited until I felt his hand brush through my hair, before I kissed him. His lips were warm enough to make me feel hot. I wanted to pull away but he was firm in sustaining the kiss.

Our lips molding into a smile as he managed to press me closer to him. He wraps his hand around my waist and neck. The surprising part is how flushed I feel. I can’t get enough air but he isn’t relenting. While his fingers trace patterns into my skin, I open my mouth to bite him. Somehow he takes that as an invisible invitation to do the same as he nips at me. I jerk back at the feel of teeth on my skin.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you,” he says watching me take deep breaths.

Lucky the knock on the door means pajamas, which I gladly accept. Zico opens his wallet to tip the guy. I happily dig through everything to find practically the worst pajamas. Who wants a nightie? I shuddered before tossing it away from me.

Zico returns holding something in his hand. He’s laughing.

“What’s that?” I ask him.

“My tip,” he laughs showing me not just one but a small row of condoms. I stare at him in surprise.

“Don’t worry. We’re only sleeping together and I can’t sleep if we have sex. I’ll be watching you sleep,” he says as if it were rational.

“Give me your shirt,” I tell him. He stares at me before I wiggle my fingers at him. Shrugging it off, he hands me his shirt. I take it heading into the bathroom. I change and happily crawl into bed.

He does the same stripping to his boxers. He hesitates before getting into bed. I roll over and he presses his lips against my forehead before turning me back over. His hands slide around me pulling me into his chest again. I sigh resigning myself to sleep as he kisses my shoulder. His hand holding the spot a second later as he hums. The only sound I hear as I drift off to sleep.

Fanfic SIN by half-spectre-half-mineral

half-spectre-half-mineral:

A low evening light seeped into Edgeworth’s office, cloaking the very man himself as he typed away at his computer, the dull clicks and clacks of the keyboard the only sounds echoing throughout the room. It was a great difference from the bustle that had assaulted his office only a few minutes before, and Miles Edgeworth was grateful for the peace and quiet.

Old friend Phoenix Wright had invaded Edgeworth’s domain in a panic, rambling on about some power outage in the middle of a lead he was coming on to. He claimed that it was urgent and asked if he could borrow Edgeworth’s own computer.

“My computer?” Miles had asked incredulously, still stunned from when Wright had slammed his door open and explained his situation in a severe case of word vomit.

“Yes!” Wright confirmed. “It’s crucial evidence Apollo sent me, but since he’s out of town, he can’t exactly do the case himself.” Phoenix shook both of his fists. “I thought this case was out of our hands, but this decisive evidence will change everything.”

Edgeworth shook his head in disbelief and leaned forward on his desk to speak. “Let me get this straight, Wright. You,” he began, pointing his finger at Phoenix. “Came to a prosecutor for something about your case in regards to something as simple as requiring a computer.”

Phoenix lifted his hand to the back of his neck nervously. “Well, when you put it like that-”

“Did you not think of going to a library, perhaps contacting Athena, or maybe even Trucy?”

“Hey! Listen, the library is farther away than your office and Athena went to one of Trucy’s shows. and when she’s at one of those she never answers her phone.” He grumbled before sparing a glance towards Edgeworth’s window. “I know this is kind of silly, but I’m already here, and it’s urgent, please Miles,” he begged.

Edgeworth sighed and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re ridiculous, you know?” He stood up from his seat and moved in defeat. “Just be glad I wasn’t doing anything too important. And don’t exit out of any of my tabs.”

Phoenix smiled. “Thank you, Edgeworth, I promise I’ll be quick.” With that he hurriedly scurried over the computer, still standing as his fingers furiously typed against the keys.

He usually would have made more of a fuss, but the day, for once in his life, had been slow, and he just wasn’t used to it. Miles had moved to his bookcase, eyes roaming over each spine in interest when he heard his name called. “Hm?” He replied, back still to Phoenix as his fingers plucked one of the books from a shelf.

“I asked if it was okay if I logged you out of your email, Apollo had sent me the stuff through Gmail.”

Edgeworth turned slightly, “It’s fine I suppose, just hurry up.” And the typing soon resumed. What an unprofessional platform for a work email, Edgeworth thought. Couldn’t they use a more secure messaging approach in these kinds of matters?

“Yes!” Phoenix had suddenly shouted, causing the thinking prosecutor to jump in surprise.

He swiveled completely on his feet to face Wright, who clambered away from the desk, a victorious grin on his face. “We’re so going to get this one,” he explained before dashing towards the door.

Phoenix suddenly paused with his hand on the knob. “Oh and thanks again Edgeworth!” He called with a wave before disappearing with a wave.

“Huh,” Miles had muttered to himself as he stared at the closed door. He didn’t know which one his prosecutors were going to deal with the case Wright had apparently found the key to, but he already felt bad for them. An enthusiastic Phoenix was always so stubborn, and rather a nuisance.

He returned to his seat and sighed with relief that all the webpages he had opened previously were untouched. It wasn’t that he did not trust Wright, it was simply that the man was clumsy, for lack of a better word.

Edgeworth had commenced his endeavors, deep in concentration as he scrolled through the local database, marking dates on his calendar for his next trial or the occasional meeting. His head had been turned towards that exact table-top calendar when he heard a small ding.

His attention quickly turned towards his computer, where he noticed a little box with a mail icon fading in the corner of the screen. Edgeworth always kept mail notifications on in order to stay at the top of his game, to hastily attend to matters usually led to a better outcome.

Quietly humming to himself, he clicked on the box and watched as a window opened to an inbox that was certainly not his. Most of the emails in this inbox were unattended bouts of spam, with no folders indicating neatness. No, this email account was not Edgeworth’s, but he knew exactly who it could belong to.

He released a sigh as his cursor edged over to the log-out option, muttering Phoenix’s name beneath his breath, disgruntled. But something caught his eye, something rather suspicious.

It was the most recent email, the one that had brought Edgeworth to Wright’s inbox at the thought of it being a message regarding his own matters. The title was simple, “You’ve received a comment on your work”.

Comments? Had Phoenix sent out for professional review? Yes, he truly did need advice sometimes concerning his methods, but if he’d really needed such why hadn’t he just come to Miles for help? Edgeworth brushed off his slight offense but kept staring at the title of the email.

He was very tempted to click on it, to read whatever analysis another may have perceived of Wright’s technique. Yet his honor dragged on him, telling him that it wasn’t his business in the first place.

No, he thought, He wouldn’t do it, it wasn’t right, he had no part to play in the situation. And so he minimized the window and opened back his previous one and went back to work organizing his week’s schedule.

Oh to hell with it.

Miles quickly reopened the window, and with hardly any hesitation, clicked on the email. His eyes dived into the content and saw a brief paragraph, the apparent “comment”.

His eyebrows slowly began to knit together in confusion as he read the words: Oh my gooooood, this is so perfect! I can’t wait for next chapter!

What?

Edgeworth leaned back in his chair, that hadn’t been what he was expecting. He thought he would see some critical consultation on court strategy, not whatever this was. What was this a comment for exactly, anyway? And what did the writer mean by “next chapter”?

There was a small blue link below the message that Edgeworth soon noticed. Perhaps it was the source of whatever the commenter was responding to, and would explain the oddity at hand. This time with hesitation, he clicked on the link, he hoped it would not grant him any viruses despite the extreme security within his computer.

A page soon popped up, host to what appeared to be an essay. Interest piqued, Edgeworth leaned in towards his computer and began to read the words.

As he read, he realized it was a set-up of a domestic situation, two men interacting friendly as they made themselves dinner. Despite the mediocrity and predictability of the writing, Edgeworth found himself to continue reading through the scene, when the most surprising thing occurred.

Edgeworth did not know why he had started reading the essay, or why he continued once he had realized it was a playful fictional story, but later he would wish he hadn’t done so in the first place when it came to the first sign of something being off.

His eyes had been skimming over the words only to read that the two male characters had suddenly kissed. Edgeworth leaned back for a second, utterly confused. What was happening?

Still interested he continued to skim through the words, only to soon become a spluttering mess as he jumped away from the computer. He could feel his cheeks turning pink as he’d realized what he just read.

The two characters, following what was initially a chaste kiss, had become a little more fervent than Edgeworth had expected.

He cautiously returned to his seat, his face still heated in embarrassment although no one was around him. Despite his reluctance, he knew he had to figure out what exactly was going on. His slow starting stroll turned in a full out dash to the end of the page as he caught words and phrases he had no desire to ever read again.

Did he just read what he thought he did?

Miles held his now bright red face in his hands, stifling his sounds of distress and pure shame. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as realization hit his brain. Wait just a minute, he thought.

He proceeded to peek through his fingers, a little calmer now, where he saw that at the end of the last paragraph was the same exact comment that got him into this humiliating mess in the first place. His eyes read it once, and once more before he let out a miserable cry, why him?

Edgeworth began to notice all the features surrounding the comment, such as “likes” and to leave a comment of his own. That was when he noticed something that made his blood froze; every piece suddenly fit together.

The author’s name stood out in bold at the end of the story: AcE_PW.

Seriously? Really? Miles Edgeworth had never wondered what his dear friend did in his free time, but this was absolutely mind boggling. Why was this a favored activity of his, of all things? Edgeworth muffled a scream into his hands; he was going to kill Phoenix Wright.

But then Edgeworth debated if he should ever mention the event to Wright, and had started to lean towards blocking out the memory forever. But with the lewd words and descriptions written by none other than Phoenix Wright still burned into his eyes and mind, and he knew it would not be a simple task to forget.

The next time he saw Wright, in observation of a trial, his face would flush and his eyes would quickly avert from the opposite gaze. Edgeworth had been deliberately avoiding Phoenix, but when he clearly spoke Edgeworth’s name and asked him to join him in one of the lobbies, he knew he couldn’t pull it off for long.

“Are you okay Edgeworth,” Phoenix had asked, one of his eyebrows raised. “You’ve been acting kind of odd.”

Edgeworth crossed his arms and looked past Phoenix and at the door. “Oh, I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about,” he could already feel the unease creeping into his face.

“Edgeworth,” Phoenix said slowly.

“Hm?” The prosecutor replied, still looking away.

“I always bring my magatama to work.”

It was then Edgeworth felt his blood run cold. He swallowed.

Oh no.

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Iamsosorry. Thisisn'tevenwellwritten. I'llbeinthetrashifyouneedme.

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based off this prompt