#like he’d enjoy it So Much ough

[hopecomesbacktolife]

I’m absolutely convinced that Julian Bashir would love Agent Carter, and if there was a holoprogram of it, it would be one of his favorites

[kanekoii]

hi! :3 FIRST OF ALLLL I just recently found u andWHAT THE HECKYYYY I love love love your fics, THEY ARE AWESOMEEEEE!!!!! Thank u soo much for being one of the BEST writers on Tumblr!!!!! I'm not sure if you currently do requests (if not just ignore this':D)

But could you do an Ike Eveland x gn!reader with a lot of cuddling and hugs

I hope you're currently doing well with all the mini stuff going on!!!!!! Please take care!!!

mika’s notes -> ough i’m still so not used to the amount of support i’ve gotten for my writing :cryign: but feel free to join the silly discord if you wanna be part of the Kanemmunity (i just came up with that rn)

pairing -> ike eveland x gn! reader

genre -> so much sweet fluff it’ll rot your teeth

song -> pink cheeks - eldon (is it obvious yet that i love this song?)

warnings -> sink the yacht, lowercase intended

when the last thing he wants to do is leave your side, dates with ike consist mostly of him just always wrapped around you in one way or another. one arm around your shoulder or waist, maybe holding hands, or it could be his arms around your shoulders resting his head on top of yours and awkwardly toddling around behind you.

ike doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would really enjoy physical affection much, but behind closed doors, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. it’s just how he shows his undying love for you!

before he had expressed his feelings for you, every conversation felt like another step in an endless staircase. at the top of that proverbial staircase was your love and affection, and it really did seem endless until he blurted it out one day without thinking about the possible consequences that might arise from his careless expression of love. making the plan for a date was scary at first, but he came to enjoy just even talking about all the places he’d take you, even if those daydreams never came to fruition.

he’d want to understand the inner workings of your mind, just wanting to know how you think and how different things will make you feel.

and that brings us to now, when you and him were on a simple coffee shop date. the atmosphere was bright, yet tranquil with the warm sunlight shining through the windows. it managed to add to the warm coffee shop and contrasted the brisk and cold air outside perfectly. ike couldn’t help but admire the way you looked as you sipped- or chugged- your drink of choice. everything from your hair, your skin, your eyes, your lips, your clothing, your hands, any accessories you may be wearing. you really were his one and only, after all.

he couldn’t help but get up from his seat and move it next to yours, placing his head on your shoulder as his soft hair tickled your face, his slightly muscular arms wrapped around your body as he smiled gently. you really are his favorite thing in the world, aren’t you?

[chris-continues]

i am. so hopelessly in love with knives. hes so pretty and i want to hold hands and kiss maybe… so i was wondering if you could write some uncanny knives relationship HC’s ? i love him very much. (and thank you for listening to my insane ramblings)

OUGH YES of course anon :> tysm for sending this ask! Feel free to send as many as you’d like, I love any ideas from anyone hehe.

Tags: @lune010 @knivesdears1nner @beanibon

This is an imagine so it’s just my jumbled thoughts thrown together, also:

TW: GORE, INHUMAN BODILY FEATURES AND SLIGHT GORE!! (This is uncanny/monstrous knives so… duh. But Yk) AND CREEPY BEHAVIOR

Uncanny knives finds joy in terrifying humans. Of course, you’re hideously down bad (cough, the monster lover tag you follow. You know who you are), and manage to enjoy him even more. It’s annoying when he’s been trying to shake you for a few weeks now, about a month, but he’s grown to.. tolerate your presence. You both have grown into some sort of companionship.

You’ve never touched him before, but when he was initially trying to scare you, he tore his jaw open, unhinging it to show off his rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth and inhumanly long tongue. You could feel his breath against you, somehow cold and fanning along your cheeks. Your pupils dilated, and of course he noticed this.

Strange. You were perhaps stranger than he was.

That was the closest the two of you had gotten. Nowadays, when you go to visit him in the strangely abandoned building, he’ll lead you into the woods or stay in the warehouse. Either way, you follow him in amusement. As of late, you’d taken to giving him gifts- such as little trinkets you’d found that you thought he’d like. A small succulent, (which he waters and cares for, though he doesn’t note such a thing. You’ve noticed that it hasn’t died yet.. so), or a blanket for him. He must get cold, right? Maybe? (He doesn’t, really, but he keeps in tucked away anyways when he misses your smell).

One night though, you find yourself too tired to drive home. He notices this, and he think he recalls Vash (who had gone out into town more than he had) said it was unsafe for humans to drive when sleepy. So he made you stay.

“You can’t drive like that,” he scoffs, “I figured you weren’t that foolish.”

You end up falling asleep on the floor, and when you wake..

There’s the blanket you gave him, draped over you. He watches you sleep from the corner, guarding you silently.

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 25th August ✨

I listened to so much good stuff this week. Highly recommend the lot! 🌈

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (164) Honestly, I think Nikignik just needs to meet *my* cat and he’d get over this silliness about felines. I listened to this episode on a night shift and just had to casually blink away tears a few times. I love my fave Yaretzi still having the goldest of hearts no matter what life has thrown at her and MY GOD Shelby Allen. What a woman!! I can’t believe how close they are to solving this case and I REALLY hope her brother isn’t hiding behind one of those masks! 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (32) MY HEART. OUGH. If only the Traveller could have heard the mental HOLLERING I was sending their way, they would never have let all that tension go unresolved. Oh, little Óli, I hope you look after yourself until your paths cross again. (Also there’s something quite romantic about thinking that their lives would entwine once again regardless of which ship the Traveller took… red string and all that 🧶❤️) 

🎙️WTNV (252) Deb!! What a fun episode! 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (27) What a fun way to be introduced to the big man himself. I actually think Alice needs to stay out of the Magnussing and keep herself safe!! 

🧋@hinaypod (16, 17) Ooh ep 16 actually had me a little spooked! Especially Laura and Murphy’s scenes (though maybe that’s because I know Mari can look after herself!). The bit with the handprint was such a classic horror vibe, I really enjoyed it. 

🦋 @remnantspod (6) Caught up with this show and there are just so many things I love about it. The stories’ backdrop of what I may be incorrectly assuming is WW2 is such an interesting time period for a show exploring mortality and mortality! And Sir . . . is . . . an angel?? Is that what’s going on here? The implication that this isn’t the first time that the Apprentice has seen Sir’s true form is very interesting indeed! 

🎩 @ethicstownpod Two new episodes this week and both intriguing! The actors did a great job and while I loved the tiny cast format of the first season, it’s also so fun to hear from other perspectives and get a glimpse of the wider Ethics community. 

🗺  @tales-from-the-low-city (10) Another fascinating instalment from the Low City. This episode about adjusting and thriving in a multi-cultural community hit a little hard after recent events in the UK. I think we could all do with a bit more of this quote: ‘if you understand your neighbour, if you know who they are on the inside and not just through your preconceived notions of their kind, you may well be less likely to raise a hand against them’.

Have a lovely week, everybody!!

[pixiecaps]

ough cellbit i appreciate how much effort he puts into learning spanish and how much he immerses himself in the language like he didn’t need to join that lobby when roier asked. he knew it’d just be spanish speakers and yet he agreed and hes mentioning how much he enjoyed it!! and how he used to just speak portunol but now hes actually trying to speak spanish itself and its nice!!! its nice to watch his progress he has a long way to go but the way hes so open to learning shows me that he’ll get there quicker than most:) and of course with the help of roier who he just told he’d love to be invited to more lobbies like that. its sweet man

[good-beanswrites]

Just going to drop another idea in the hat. How does Mahiru feel about all that's going on with Fuuta in OoA? (Dunno if she would have visited him alone or with Yuno or Amane. Up to you.)

(Sorry for the mini drabble dump, I hope you enjoy 😅 Thank you for all the reminder asks!! I appreciated it since it took a million years to get to, and sure enough it was super fun to play around with all these ideas >:3)

Ough, on the surface she'd look exactly the same, but I feel like she would have a lot going on. She pities him. She pities herself because of him. She's glad she isn't him. She's jealous of him and Amane. She's toeing the line between her a bad first impression of him and finally seeing his human side. This takes place with enough time after the attacks for the dust to settle, but early enough where everyone's still adjusting.

“Fuuta~ Big sis Mahiru came to check on you! How are you feeling?”

For the entire first trial, Mahiru had constantly given Fuuta advice on his volume and outbursts. She’d scolded him for shouting, for bickering, for butting into conversation that weren’t his business. She’d spent so much time wishing he would just be more quiet. 

Now that her wish had finally come true, she would do anything to take it back.

“Mmn.”

The old Fuuta would have launched into detail about how he was feeling – about Milgram’s treatment being unjust and how the other prisoners were annoying him. Now that he was slumped in bed, bandages practically holding him together, all he could muster up was a half-shrug. His eyes had lost their usual shine, hardly looking focused at all. 

“If you need some medication, Shidou says he has more ready.”

Fuuta nodded. Mahiru knew what question was coming. It was the same every day.

“Did he offer it to Amane first? How is she?”

“She’s still coming around to it. She’s doing alright. I know you think she’s putting up an act when she visits, but honestly, she tells you more than any of us! I didn’t even know she could talk that much!” With her heart already heavy, it was easy to let the pang of jealousy slip into her mind. She was happy the two of them found each other, but Amane was opening up to him far more than her. Mahiru had done everything she could for her – what did Fuuta have that she was missing?

“Hey, look! I brought you some games. Everyone is requesting more supplies, and Shidou is still working on getting that wheelchair for you. I thought that this is just as important, yeah? I found some games that other prisoners didn’t mind lending. See ~ these cards are from Kazui, and Yuno left her cat’s cradle string, and I think Haruka even left a board game that he liked. I even wrote out the instructions to some word games, since those are my favorites.” 

“Eh, I don’t need ‘em.”

She refused to let herself deflate. Instead the smile stayed painted on her face. “I’ll just leave them here, then, if you ever get bored. I’m always up for playing something, but a lot of the games can be done by yourself, too!”

At that, he laughed. It was a terrible, bitter sound. It revealed how wheezy his lungs were from his injuries. 

“Oh yeah?” He said through a panting breath. “How am I supposed to play cat’s cradle by myself?” He shifted his left arm, bound up in a sling. “Am I supposed to balance the board games on the bed? With all the fucking pieces falling off?”

Mahiru’s smile wavered. “I only meant –”

“I can’t use my hands.” His voice was defeated. “Can’t get up. My head is killing me. Maybe literally. How am I supposed to play any of these? I know you were just being nice… but don’t bother.”

“I am going to bother.”

“Why…?” He let his eyes slip shut. “It’s not like anyone gave a shit about me before. They only care now because I’m dying. Everyone who knew me before… and even everyone here… they all treated me like crap until I got hurt. Now they’re all falling over themselves for me. It’s pathetic.”

It was a phrase he’d used often enough before, but Mahiru was struck with how differently he spoke it, his voice wavering.

The words “that’s not true” hung on her tongue. But it was, wasn’t it? Her stomach twisted in shame. It was horrible. That couldn’t be it – she must have a good reason to care now. After a second of scrambling, it hit her.

“Well! The thing is… what Kazui was saying about Kotoko’s plan… If I hadn’t been with Yuno… It should have been me, Fuuta. And I need to make it up to you.” She shook her head. Another man’s face flashed in her memory. “It should have been me…”

“Yeah, it should have been.”

The two were silent. She studied his face, but he looked firmly away. 

Internally she begged herself to leave it there. To learn her own lesson and be quiet. To bid Fuuta well and walk away from the person who was going to say things that would break her heart. But, as every other time in her life, Mahiru couldn’t control herself.

“I’m so, so sorry.” She clasped her hands together as she bowed. “I feel awful about it. Everytime I see you and Amane… I had been so selfish, going to Yuno to cheer myself up, instead of looking out for the two of you. If I could go back and change everything, I would in a heartbeat. I’m sorry. I know that you must hate me. I hate myself. I’m sorry.”

She thought offering her emotions would help. She thought it would be good for him to hear, since he was asking for a reason and she had such a good one. She gasped, seeing tears slip down Fuuta’s miserable expression. 

“What –”

“That’s exactly what I was talking about.” She would have preferred his yelling to this quiet resignation. “You’re not here because you care about me. You’re here because you’re feeling sorry for yourself. I don’t need your pity. Just leave.”

“No, it’s not like that! I wish it hadn’t been you that got hurt and –”

“Yeah I wish it wasn’t me, too.” He finally looked at her. “But I don’t wish it was you. That’s not how this works. Be grateful you made it out, and don’t come wallowing in self-pity to me. From now on, only come in here if you actually want to. Not to boost your own ego.”

Mahiru stood with her mouth agape. She tried to muster up something to say, finally finding it was easier to just stay silent. She turned to the door.

Why, oh why couldn’t she do it right?

[haywire-hetfield]

can i request some bottom steven adler ? the ship is your choice, he's just so .. ough !!! in a good way ofc :P

Sure thing!

Ship: Tommy Lee x Steven Adler

Warnings: Top Tommy, bottom Steven, doggy style, rough sex, intoxicated sex, barebacking, creampie, depersonalization

Words: 1,046

Steven’s body seemed to be weightless, floating on air, as he laid in the hotel bed with Tommy. He was hooked on this sort of feeling. Everything was a blur around him, blocking out any pain or worry he might have had in favor of focusing on pleasure. He didn’t even feel like a human, more a separate ball of energy floating just outside of his mortal vessel. 

Tommy was in bed with him and he wondered if the alcohol mixing with the drugs was affecting him in the same way. It didn’t seem to be, though. Steven could barely keep himself held up, yet Tommy was able to move around and focus on so many things. He was clearly handling it a lot better than Steven was, but he didn’t mind. The way he felt was enjoyable and Tommy didn’t have a problem with taking over, being the one to move them around as needed. 

Tommy’s hands flexed around his hips, giving the warm skin a gentle squeeze. It was shockingly soft given how rough Tommy had been with him, shoving him to the bed and sinking his teeth in deep. Steven hadn’t minded it, quite the opposite. He had wailed and moaned, sounding more like a cat in heat rather than a man. Tommy had just laughed and encouraged Steven to keep letting out noises, enjoying the way he sounded. 

He’d gripped tightly at Tommy’s hair and shoulders until the older man had flipped him onto his stomach, jerking his hips into place. Steven relished in moments like this. Times when someone was willing to get so rough and demanding with him, particularly when he was too fucked up to care about anything else. It felt like a true release, so detached from himself. 

Tommy wasn’t easing up either. He’d quickly found a pace that worked for both of them, sharp and fast. Each thrust threatened to shove Steven further up the bed, but Tommy had a firm grasp on him and kept him pinned in place. It made Steven feel like a toy, being held still and fucked into. His head swam as Tommy surely left bruises along his skin, fingertips digging into his hips until it hurt even through the haze of drugs and drinks. 

Steven felt like he was on fire inside, each thrust forcing Tommy’s cock against every sensitive spot and the drag back out made him feel as though he was going to lose his mind. He wished he could be lost in this moment forever, all he had to do was lay still and let Tommy use him. The bed creaked and hit the wall harshly with every thrust, and it was a shock nobody had filed a noise complaint. Perhaps hotels just anticipated there would be the sounds of the bed shaking and somebody squealing coming from Tommy’s room, maybe even booking him away from the other guests to avoid disturbances. 

A warm kiss was being pressed against his shoulder, but he was never fucked any gentler. And he was happy about that. He didn’t want to have someone making love to him so sweetly, touching him like he was fragile, peppering soft kisses along his skin and whispering about how beautiful he was. No, he wanted this. He wanted the way Tommy kept him shoved against the bed, pounding into him like he wasn’t even real. He himself didn’t feel real and Tommy treating him like an object made him more comfortable. 

Steven had tried to wrap a hand around his own cock at one point. The loss of one arm braced against the bed ended with his upper body pressed completely down against the mattress, face sideways and shoved down into it. Tommy hadn’t even missed a beat, he’d just hiked Steven’s hips up further and continued fucking into him. 

Steven’s hand did find his cock, stroking himself with as much focus as he could which turned out to be very little. All of the sensations were still getting him closer and closer to the edge. Tommy felt perfect filling him up and he was so relentless in his actions. He twisted his hand every now and then, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came. Tommy grunted above him and the older man’s movements amplified. 

If he’d been holding back before, he wasn’t now. Each thrust was so rough that it nearly hurt and Steven wondered how sore he would be in the morning. He’d been with bigger guys before, guys who he swore he could feel in his stomach, but Tommy was bigger than all of them. He stretched him open perfectly and he could feel him in what seemed like the base of his throat, furthering the feeling that he was just a little toy for Tommy to fuck into. Nothing more than a tight, warm place for Tommy to bury himself. 

Steven ended up coming first, spilling hot and fast over his own fist. He hadn’t even realized when he first came, sensations washing over his overworked body without his knowledge. His body was being bombarded with so many feelings that it was hard to register them all. It made his body tense and tighten around Tommy, pushing the dark haired man over the edge as well. 

A sense of pride shot through Steven, knowing that he had made Tommy feel so good. Yet another feeling he could get addicted to. He couldn’t actually feel Tommy coming inside of him, he was too warm and wet already to really notice the difference, but the thought of it was nearly as good. Tommy kept himself pressed deeply for a few moments, letting himself completely finish before he eased himself out of his body. 

Tommy was still silent and the only sounds that filled the room were both of them trying to catch their breath. Tommy pressed another kiss to his shoulder before slapping his ass hard enough to leave a bright pink mark. Steven’s body jerked and he laughed warmly at Tommy’s actions. His hips fell onto the bed as soon as Tommy was no longer supporting his body, falling into the cooling puddle of his own come, but he didn’t care as Tommy laid down next to him.

[phosphorus-noodles]

u there. get questioned. 4, 5, 10, 14, 16, 17, 18, 40, 41, 46, 53, 56 (that's a lot so feel free to leave some out but tell me all about ur boys !!!)

AERIE ILY SM FOREVER !!! /P

*cracks knuckles* okok so-

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Hmm… Joel likes to do art, and I bet he used to make his own paint too from berries and whatnot. He probably stopped when he found out those plants were coming from his kingdom’s Worst Enemy Ever (this was before he knew Oli) and now he doesn’t remember how to do it right, otherwise he’d absolutely get back into it.

Oli's goofy with hobbies bc he's ADHD-coded /lh, so if he finds a new one he'll just disappear for days and forget society exists for a little while. He likes to play music and used to perform for his parents all the time when he was little, but as he got older and they got more busy he played less because he *needs* that audience to really enjoy it... he'd love to play more for Joel, but he's a little shy about it 👉👈

5. Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Well Joel is always on the verge of tears anyway (/hj), so like... maybe not on command, but he can be set over the edge fairly easily (he's just good at hiding it around most people)

Oli absolutely can cry on command, he's a theatre kid smh. He'll tell people he thinks about dropping a cake facedown on the ground or dead puppies or something, but he's really thinking about losing his best friend, especially after his parents are gone :(

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Oh Joel will 100% tell you everything he knows about sniffers in a heartbeat 😭 he got that animal kid autism y'know /aff

Oli isn't as "fact-oriented," but if he's with Joel and also someone else then he'll put Joel on blast, who just blasts him back like--

"Hey! Did you know Joel sneezes if you poke him in the ribs?" -> ">:0 well, did you know Oli makes a funny sound if you scratch behind his ears?!" -> "Hah! Did you know Joel is afraid of heights?!" -> "Did you know you can put Oli to sleep by rubbing his nose like a baby?! >:("

14. How do they put out a candle?

Oli's the kinda guy to do the pinching thing tbh. He's gotta do it with flare~ ✨

Joel just blows it out, but Oli always teases him like "why don't you just flap your wings to put it out lol??" Joel says it's because it's inconvenient to turn around to do it, and his wings are too big for that, but he's also scared of burning them- his wings are delicate :(

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

Joel fights with his parents,, they were very good at reminding him that the only reason he existed was to be an heir for the kingdom and they didn't care about him enough to spend any time with him and he was nothing but disobedient after making his 'little friend' an- a lot of things. And even though Oli reminds him that he does have worth and their opinions shouldn't matter and Joel trusts that, it doesn't stop the echoes in his head </3

Oli probably fights with himself the most. He acts all confident and bold, etc. but he's an anxious mess on the inside. He also fights with the "voice of reason" too -- very "silencio bruno"-esque /lh

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

The first thing Joel notices is uhh probably his green bangs? They're pretty vibrant and in front, draws your attention /lh, but other people usually notice his colorful freckles. Oli says they're like a rainbow leading to Joel's wonderful eyes <3

Oli probably notices his hair too? Y'know the like, hand comb thing cc!oli does where he combs his fingers through where his hair is parted? He does that a lot. But he's also got the softest brown eyes full of so much joy and,, ough they're pretty

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

Each other :(

They didn't always, they hadda get through a lot of "I'm supposed to hate you yk" before they really got close, and now they love each other a lot. Doesn't matter if the love is platonic or romantic what matters is that it was there and it overcame everything else, etc. etc.

Oli also loved his parents, and Ren + Martyn who are essentially his parents too, they get along very well <3

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

Joel: “Oh moss, did I do that wrong?? Why didn't they shake back? Did I offend them?! Oh Devs, I’m so sorry, they probably hate me, or think I'm weird for shaking so tight, or--"

Oli: *shakes out hand with a grimace* “Wow, that was weird. Do they know how to shake hands?? LOL”

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Hmm... Joel's got a northern Mezalean accent, and will say things like "I fink / I havva / fank you / ohh blumin'-" etc. when he's tired or stressed or upset or otherwise high/low energy. (Y'know how cc!Joel shouts "EEFO!" and also cc!Stress' tweets? Yeah.) Oli won't necessarily talk like that all the time, but he will mimic and tease him about it hehe ^^

Joel picked up giggling from Oli, he used to rarely laugh at all but Oli's laugh (you know the one) is just so contagious <3

(And also from personal experience (/hj), they both say ourple/ouppy/kibby cat/etc. to be funny, but I dunno who started it)

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Joel's a listener (because he'd rather just sit and do what he's told and not cause a stir, but if he really cares about it then he'll also Really listen), and he'll talk when he's invited to and/or trusts the person. Like if someone "wanted his opinion" on something but he thought they didn't really care he wouldn't really say anything, but if Oli wanted his opinion? Absolutely, here is it. (It's also dangerous for him, because if he starts talking sometimes he just doesn't stop-)

Oli's definitely a talker ahsjfs, extrovert boy- he usually can't stand silence and will just keep talking to fill the emptiness because if he doesn't he'll explode, but you better believe he'll start listening like a loyal dog the second Joel opens his mouth.

53. Who would / do they believe without question?

I… feel like Joel would believe anything Oli said no questions asked, but Oli’s too much of a prankster and Joel's too gullible for that to end well 😭 maybe I'll say each other but only if there's like the Code Enacted that means What I'm Saying Is 100% Slash Serious, you know?

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

They'll usually go to each other for most things because y'know they're very close and trust each other and it's just easy to, but it does depend on what it is too.

Like if Oli's worried about Joel, he's not gonna go to Joel, he's gonna go to Ren or Martyn because he trusts them a lot too, but also they're "ew old parents smh" so if it's a "kid problem" it's bestie time.

Same with Joel, he'll go to Oli for most things (more so than the reverse, because Joel has less support people to begin with), but there are some things he just... can't. And it's times like those where he'll go to his mom for it -- not the queen, his real mom, the Mother Tree. She doesn't talk back in words, but even just curling up in her branches or under her roots is enough to comfort him :')

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WOUGH that's a lot,, I had to put off answering this bc I was studying and knew it would take an hour to answer (and it did lol) but <33 auhgjfg,,, I love answering all these kinds of things :D

edit: BRUH THAT'S 1.4K WORDS 😭

(Ask game! Send me asks pspsp)

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Hidden Gem Friday

Hey guys! It's time for our second Hidden Gem Friday. If you don't already know the drill, here's how it works. You guys send me fics you like that have less than 2k hits on ao3 or less than 200 notes here on Tumblr, and I read them and put them out as reccs on Fridays. I also like to add in my own reccs, because there's some stuff I've read that just really needs more engagement. I really like doing this, but I have a few asks. If you read these fics, please leave a comment! Comments are the lifeblood of keeping authors invested in writing for a lot of us, and it makes us feel super happy to know people enjoyed the fics. Secondly, if you comment, let the author know where you got it from! I always love to hear I was added to a recc list. Okay Reccs under read more as always. If you want to see the others look at the tag #Hidden Gem Friday

Still So Much To Learn by BonitaBreezy recced by me. @bonitabreezy on here! 4k words (Complete)- Steddie

Summary:

Steve Harrington knows he’s stupid. Everyone has made that very clear to him. But sometimes it hurts to hear, especially from the people you love.

My Thoughts:

Ough you guysssss. Okay so I watched this being written, and I got it in bits and pieces slowly over the course of four(? maybe five) hours. It was so fucking intenseeeeeeee. This fic is really well written, and it deals with one of my favorite headcanons, and I really like that it didn't pull the usual route of 'Eddie is the only one who never calls him stupid'. I love that sm but like this is so much more realistic? These kinds of miscommunications happen allllllll the time, and we do things and say things we don't mean, and I just yeah everyone should read this one!!!!!

Go At Your Own Pace by Cardigains recced by @andrea-csenge 17k words (Complete)- Gen El focused

Summary:

“Write down three things,” Hopper says, ducking his head to catch her eye. “Three things you want to make happen this year, and we’ll do everything in our power to help you. How about that?” or New place, new school, not new but new-together parents—after last year, El is more than happy to let the world pass her by from the safety inside of their home, but her friends and family have different ideas. How they work to prove to El she is not alone and can succeed at anything she sets her mind to.

My Thoughts

This one is really really good. It's canon to season four ending, and I didn't even have time to doubt, because this El is so good. This is an El who is past the traumatic events, but still impacted by them. She feels older but still El? I love it. All of the characters are super realistic, amazing jopper, WONDERTWINS, it's all jsut really well written, and it floooooows god does this flow. It is awesome

uh-oh, love comes to town by 96 tears recced by @daysarestranger 13k words (Complete)- Steddie w side of Robin/Vickie

Summary:

It’s not like Steve thought Eddie would stay single forever, but he figured he’d have a girlfriend by the time Eddie got a boyfriend. So, when Vickie and Robin set Eddie up on a blind date with Vickie’s cousin, Steve figures he feels weird about it because he’s the only one without a date.But an annoying little voice starts telling him maybe there’s more to it than that. He just has to figure out what it is.

My Thoughts:

This one is so fricken sweet!! I love the way Vickie is characterized in this one, we don't see her a lot (except for people saying her and Robin didn't work) but this person took the time to think about it. There's also a good dollop of QPR stobin which I always love, and a badass little granny for Steve, but the main thing here is the awesome Steddie! It's really well written, you an see them doing this complicated little dance around each other and the ending is so so sweet. It's also really funny I laughed at least three times

down on the timeline by annabeeus recced by @silverysnake 6k words (Complete)- Steddie with Ronance and a little Jargyle

Summary:

In a slightly altered universe where the Demogorgon never became more than a D&D character - The Party are semi-famous Youtubers. Steve, one-half of movie commentary channel BLOCKBUSTERS, and Eddie, the leader of D&D channel THE HELLFIRE SOCIETY, can't help but start falling for each other after meeting through a mutual friend.

My thoughts:

I always wanna try to be honest with my thoughts here- I did not think I was going to like this story. The way it was formatted isn't something I'm used to and it threw me off, but I stuck with it and I'm glad I did! It's really funny, and I love the little references thrown in everywhere. You know when you can feel an author probably worked harder on something then they initially planned, and the result is fucking awesome? Yeah that's this fic. It's super cute, it's told in this really unique kind of outsider perspective, and I so so enjoyed it.

i wish i knew how (your eyes are like starlight now) by MacksDramaticShenanigans aka @stevethehairington this one is also a me recc bc it's my list! I can do as I please haha. 10k words (Complete)- Steddie

Summary:

“Mistletoe!” Robin cheers, and Steve’s heart stutters so hard in his chest that he thinks it might crack his ribcage and drop right out the bottom of his stomach. His eyes fly up, and, sure enough, there hangs one of the many sprigs hung all around the apartment. Small and inconspicuous, but unmistakable. That ridiculous little plant has no idea that it’s just turned Steve’s entire world on its axis. Across from him, Eddie’s eyes are trained up too, big and round and wide where they stick on the mistletoe. His lips are parted in surprise, and Steve can’t help but stare and think am I going to kiss those now? When Eddie finally tears his gaze from the plant and lets it flicker down to Steve, a pretty pink dusting blooms across the bridge of his nose and spreads into the apples of his cheeks when he finds Steve already looking back. Steve spares the mistletoe one last quick peek before he takes a deep breath and steels himself. This is it. He sticks his hands on his hips, aiming for casual, and asks, “What do you say, Munson?” Or, Steve makes a promise, Robin likes to meddle, and the spirit of Christmas strikes (out) again. And again. And again. (Until it doesn’t.)

My Thoughts:

Okay I'm going to be frank I may be biased bc I betad this fic, except I'm not because it's so goddman spectacular. I'll start with how funny it is. I reread it today to have it fresh in my mind, and it's hilarious. Secondly the reveal and the moment where Steve thinks Eddie doesn't want him is so quietly heartbreaking, but perfectly written. Characterization is awesome, I watched every iteration of this as it grew and grew into something absolutely magnificent, and I'm so lucky to have gotten to beta for it!!

[breoasis]

for the ask game! eli and gavriel, number 1, 4 and 25

i'm writting everything under the cut bc it's a lot of words ough (had a lot of fun writting these, i definitely need to develop these guys more, i was going to draw a little doodle of them to compliment the asks but i forgot)

1- How did they meet?

They first meet at the harbour. Gavriel knows some of the workers there and he has a brief talk with Elías on one of his visits (Gav enjoys talking to strangers, Eli is used to giving small talk to people like it’s part of the job). They start talking more, very organically, every time they see each other. Gavriel is like that guy from another office that shows up at your job to bring some documents every now and then, and eventually gets invited to have some drinks with the coworkers. Not a very exciting answer tbh.

4- How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Eli believes that Gavriel is no much more than a spoiled brat who has nothing better to do than annoy people to spend the day. Even though he enjoys spending time with him when they get to know each other more, he still thinks the same, like, Gavriel's personality doesn’t get much better once you become “friends” with him. Lucklily for Elías (or unfortunately), he comes from a big family where not everyone got along a lot of the time, and he’s used to dealing with rude people at the job as well, so Gav being the most annoying friend ever doesn’t push him back really, and it’s not like he can get picky. Physically, he would probably describe him as “that short blonde guy with the smug face”.

As for Gavriel, his opinions on Eli differ quite a bit from when they first meet to when they become closer later. At first he’d describe him as a weird and boring guy with no sense of humour, he’d also say he’s a “useless man” as he doesn’t have any ambitions, doesn’t own his own place either and there’s no wife or kids to be seen (which would be the usual for Eli’s age at the time I’m basing the story on, but hypocritical on Gavriel’s part as both are almost the same age and he’s not married either (he would probably say he’s built different or something)). As time goes on, he starts to consider Eli a great friend (he gets a little bit attached) and finds out that he’s actually quite a cheerful guy, but he would never refer to him with any good words, to everyone else Elías is just his “friend from the harbour”.

25- If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

To strangers they look just like a pair of young friends. However, if it was someone who knew who Gavriel was but not Elías, they’d probably believe he’s an annoying and jobless jerk as well, given Gav’s bad (and deserved) reputation.

[lazskum]

some more writing about wilson

wilson and charlie...ough....

Wilson was bored.

This happened pretty often, as of recent. He sat on the nightmare throne and watched his friends go about their day, and sometimes he’d read. Whenever Charlie took over he’d immediately spend his free time focused on science.

Ah, Charlie.

She wasn’t someone…Wilson really liked, if he was honest. She was rude to him, and she chewed too loudly, and smelled like old perfume. But she was the only other person around anymore. “Higgusbury?” He hated when people used his last name, it reminded him of his parents. “What, Charlie?” She sighed. “Did you get the hounds in order?” Oh. He hated doing the hounds too, because he didn’t want to hurt his friends. Friends. The word was poison in his mind. But being on the throne for as long as he was meant that he had started to disconnect from them a little. “Hello? Earth to Higgusbury?” Charlie poked him gently in the forehead. He spluttered a little and flapped his hands at her. “Yeah- Yeah- I forgot. Sorry.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m getting fed up of all this daydreaming. You need to keep track of your tasks! We’re never going to be able to endure the survivors if you don’t pay attention to the stuff I tell you to.”

Wilson muttered some sort of insult and then walked off to organise the hounds. Charlie glared at him as he left, and then groaned quietly to herself. She was growing tired of the budding scientists…Insults. And failure to actually so what she asked. That was really what was annoyed her the most. She did somewhat enjoy his company. He reminded her of Maxwell a little, which wasn’t the best, but he was more like the younger Maxwell, which was better. Charlie sighed and started to move her hands, conjuring shadows. She wasn’t sure when she had picked up this little habit, but she had started to summon shadows that would comfort her. They would be in strange shapes and forms, with large mouths. They somewhat resembled the figures her mother would show her at bedtime, when she told her stories of demons and ogres. She smiled a little and watched as the shadows began to dance and perform at her leisure. Their bodies twisted and turned in ways that weren’t possible, and that was what made it so much better.

Quietly, Wilson watched Charlie from the other side of the room. He knew she thought he never noticed her habits, but he really did. Though it wasn’t his place to comment, he’d always found them beautiful. He shook his head and resumed his work. There was no time for that. As he continued he made a particularly foul pact of hounds, most of them ice or fire, with two Vargs instead of the usual one. A smirk came across him as he worked. This was delicious. He could imagine them now, running and trying to escape the hounds mouths, although it would be impossible to as they’d slowly lose every meat effigy and touchstone, and then-

Then what?

The thought stopped him in his tracks. He’d never…Thought about what happened then. He knew that they could turn into ghosts, and then that would make them able to repossess their corpses, but what if…None of them could be resurrected? What would be done then? His hands slowed their gestures. It was a curious thought. Would the game finally be over? Would he be able to rule over the constant with a new set of people? Maybe he could ask Charlie after she was finished with her shadow work. As for him, he grumbled a little and finished the hounds, setting them lose. It amused him to watch the survivors run about and try to get ready for the incoming waves. They’d never manage to escape every one. He puffed out his cheeks a little and looked over at Charlie. She was still making shadows. He made sure she was distracted and then started looking at a specific survivor he was interested in. He smiled a little and his eyes became half-lidded as he watched them run around.

Charlie groaned. She already knew what Wilson was doing before he could tell her that wasn’t what he was doing at all! He was just tracking the survivors! Whatever. She knew better. The shadow creatures danced and sung to her and she clapped her hands a little. It was nice to let out stress this way, watching them perform for her. None of the other survivors ever sung, or danced. She’d have to fix that somehow. Her mind wandered and she pinched her brows, waving for the shadows to disperse. Silently, they sulked off into the darkness to reform into inanimate shadows. It was nice to have company, but…She didn’t love that she had to share power over the constant with someone like Wilson.

It’s not like he was awful, far from it. But the nightmare fuel had definetly taken its toll on his moral compass and his general mind. Every new scientific creation was just used to torture the survivors and make their lives harder, and all his previous vices were made much more apparent and harder to ignore. For her of course, it was an indulgence in the fine arts and in theatre. For Wilson it was being an alcoholic and studying scientific expirements that tortured and hurt the participants. Then, as if it were a tumor, a question popped into her head.

Why do I have to put up with Wilson at all?

She perked up physically at the thought. That was true. Why did she have to deal with someone else holding a similar stake of power in the constant? She had always just assumed this was the way it had to be, with dual ownership over this place, but Maxwell did it alone. So what was to stop her? Moreover, she had been in darkness longer than little Wilson had. Slowly she started to pace, mulling over her options. She couldn’t simply kick him out because he still held half the power over the constant and they would wage war against each other, which would disrupt the flow of the Constants environment. Encouraging him out of it wouldn’t work either; she had seen the unorthodox lust for sadisim he held in his eyes while he watched his friends be mauled or eaten or burnt. It was honestly the only real emotion she ever saw of him these days. And then, like a lightning strike, she knew that was it. If she could somehow force him out by taking his power from him, and then weakening his will by making the other survivors despise him-! Oh she had done it. This was perfect. Now how to go about it, she wasn’t sure. But she knew where to start.

Who better to ask than the man with the original book on the topic?

[safyresky]

Oh! It's February 13th, you know what that means!!

FROSTMAS ON AO3 UPDATE!!! 💃🏻🥳

Check out Frostmas: Year Two, digitally remastered on ao3, HERE. Now with more swearing and an extra 3k words somehow! I didn't add SHIT so this is very confusing!

Year Two

Trapped by societal conventions, Jacqueline has a contentious dinner with Jack. Jack discovers an unpleasant caveat to his new job.

What to heck is Frostmas?? Have a summary:

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Interested? Take it from the top HERE on ao3! And here on ff dot net, where it is done up to Year 10. But this ain't ABOUT HER.

This is about Y2 on ao3! Have a delightful little preview under the cut~

Jack’s next sentence took me right out. “I know, I know, it’s a lot to take in, I get it. But this’ll, this’ll make everything better!” I finally rebooted. “Everything better?!” I shot up out of my chair, stirring up enough of a wind for cutlery to go flying. “Everything was better eleven years into the future before you screwed it up again with your little timeline jump! We were okay, finally! I was okay! We actually talked about things and it was really, really, great! Then I wake up and suddenly it's 1994 and not 2006 and Mom and Dad are both upset and nothing is right! Nothing is the way it's supposed to be! And you think it’s better?! Better? This has made everything worse!” “Ah. So you do remember. I had a feeling that you might. Tell me something, Jacqueline,” he paused, shifting in his chair and recrossing his legs. “How much do you know?” I puffed up my cheeks and held my breath, trying really hard not to show how little I knew. My hands gripped the table so hard, my knuckles looked like snow. (Come to think of it, they may have actually shifted into snow. I was angry enough that that may have happened. Ough. Embarrassing.) I let out the breath I was holding. "What do you think I know?" "I think that you know something I thought only I knew.” Jack stood up, serving me with a calculating stare. I shifted unconsciously into a defensive pose. “But given your whodunit questions and how much you seem to know about different timelines and the future, you must also know something I know, no?” He arched an eyebrow, steepling his fingers together. A pulse near my eye started up; it twitched. The temperature in the room dropped. “Well? Silence isn’t exactly an answer, Jacqueline.” I scrunched my nose. UGH. On the one hand, if I told him I didn’t know, he’d have the upper hand. BUT. If I told him I did know, then maybe I’d be able to get a little bit closer to figuring out what he did. Or it’d backfire and he’d still have the upper hand. “Hmm. Seems I was mistaken, then.” He looked relieved in like, a kind of smug way. My nostrils flared. “Nu-UH. The something you thought only you knew is also known by someone in this very room!” Jack dropped his arms. “Interesting. I would’ve thought that the clause—” "AHA! So it's a CLAUSE!" I pointed an accusatory finger his way. "AHA! You DIDN'T know!" he pointed an accusatory finger my way.

Ohoho! the cold front are FIGHTING! I'm surprised it took this long, tbh. How will this go? Who's gonna emerge from this spat victorious? WHAT DOES JACK FIND OUT ABOUT THE JOB? Check out Year 3: 2024 Edition on ao3 HERE for all those answers and MORE! :)

[lcs-library]

hi hi hiiiii :DDDD first off i wanna say i've been loving scrolling back in your acc and reading ur fics!!! i dont know how i havent followed you sooner, but im here now!!! lolol :"D so!! for the tea prompts, could i perhapse get milk and rosehip tea with guy :O? i feel like he's suuuch an interesting character to write in terms of solidifying things like emotion expression and affection!!! thank u so so much in advance <33333 :D

Aaaa hiiii im such a fan :000 your tags have been brightening my days hehe I get so excited when I read through them n I’m always smiling like an idiot and and and ANYWAY!! Request!! Yes! I totally agree, Guy is so fun to write with and explore, so I really hope you enjoy!!

Request game

Rules

Milk tea: what are their kisses like?

⚙️ough….ough…

⚙️He’s such a sucker for affection and your kisses always catch him off-guard, which always makes him so happy n blushy

⚙️and he rly wants to give that back but he’s so awkward about it

⚙️He wants to make sure you’re perfectly still so he can aim correctly and give you the perfect surprise kiss

⚙️And he definitely did it right, because you really didn’t know what was going on when you felt a light touch to your forehead until you looked up and found Guy right next to you

⚙️You couldn’t even find words to say because HOW is he so CUTE? And so HOT? And KIND??

⚙️luckily, Guy spoke up first

⚙️“A kiss. For you. Since you like giving them so much, you should get some too.”

⚙️WAUGH LIL MAN(well not really little but he’s so CUTE)

⚙️all you could do was sit there in silence, wanting to squeal

⚙️instead, you opted for wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling into his torso

⚙️he returned the action, keeping you close

⚙️Anyway, actual answer to the question

⚙️His kisses are very timid, but once he gets used to giving and receiving them, they become more frequent, but they’re still very special to him.

⚙️He cares so much about you, and, because of that, he wants to make sure he’s as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you by coming on too strong, which includes kisses

⚙️HE<3333

Rosehip tea: how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

⚙️He isn’t really affectionate at first, since this is his first romantic relationship

⚙️When you first started out, he went with things he’d see other couples do, which led to a lot of awkward situations where he thought he was showing affection well, but he just was doing things a bit more…uniquely(affectionate)

⚙️that’s not to say it wasn’t fun or adorable, though

⚙️For instance, he wanted to try taking you to a dessert shop and feed you a bite of his food, but he was so monotonous that you couldn’t help but giggle happily as you took the bite.

⚙️vv cute<3

⚙️Later on, he found what his favorite ways of showing affection were through trial and error, and just by finding what you both liked the most.

⚙️He probably struggles with physical touch(even tho he loves it), and his affections lie in mostly in quality time, acts of service, and clunky words of affirmation

⚙️For example, he values having time with you every day where you can both relax and talk freely, where he gives you some food or you make some together

⚙️Along with that, sometimes he’ll just collapse on top of you or cling to you and you can just FEEL his body soften from its usual stiff position

⚙️it’s always accompanied by a few messy kisses<33333

⚙️overall, he’s a sucker for you and is a romantic lil guy<3

[m1d-45]

Hey I love your writing!!!!!! whenever I see it on my dash I always get ready to read another banger!!!! Btw idk if you have any opinions on Xiao but DID YOU SEE HIS RECENT TEASER??? THE ANGST THE SADNESS!!! SO GOOD any thoughts? Spare thoughts? 🥺

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT XIAO YOU HAVE NO IDEA

i haven’t seen the trailer but i watched it rn for this ask and oh my GOD

ranting under the readmore bc i am having EMOTIONS

(oh and thanks for the compliment!! lovely to know i’ve created something you enjoyed <33)

i have an ask i’m 100% gonna use as an excuse to do a character study on him because he’s… he’s so…. ough…

‘an instant of negligence, and it will turn me into one of the monsters i swore to purge’

aisdnekdfn i have NO IDEA what this trailer is abt bc i am not a xiao haver (started genshin mid his last banner, by the time i knew what i was doing it ended) but he…. ough…. he’s so afraid of himself just because he does his job i- ‘you became the very thing you swore to destroy’ type beat but this time it’s sad and tragic because he truly believes himself to be something dark and prone to shattering, cutting through the ones closest to him, not the typical ‘i’m better than i was then’ mentality that usually comes with this trope!! he treats himself like a live bomb and he’s so terrified that the weapon he uses to defend will turn on those he loves-

i can GUARANTEE he left bubu pharmacy because he didn’t want baizhu / qiqi to ‘waste’ medicine on him because he probably feels a sense of obligation about it, it’s his burden to bear and not one they should shoulder for him (it isn’t he deserves a moment of peace and a break from his never ending duties xiao pls be kind to yourself)

‘it’s good to take the mask off once in a while, even just for one night’

i have NO IDEA why venti’s here but he is so right. also related but venti and xiao need to be friends. i don’t know about their canon relationship bc i have neither of them but… ugh…

venti clearly has issues for a variety of reasons, notably being afraid of being a tyrant, and his near need to not be overbearing meshes so well with xiaos fear of poisoning those around him… they both cope in horrendous ways but like…. god… emotions in the club tonight…

like…. the two of them, sitting on the roof of the inn, watching the sun rise. venti has a bottle of dandelion wine and xiao has a lukewarm, untouched plate of almond tofu besides him—verr goldet brought it to him but he hasn’t brought himself to have it yet. he’d sat himself up there around midnight, venti joining him not an hour later, but only a few words have been exchanged. venti said hello, xiao asked why he was here. he had shrugged, popping the cork on his wine easily, settling down with a slightly exaggerated sigh, “same as you, i suppose. caught up in a memory that won’t leave.”

xiao winces, slightly, almost embarrassed he was seen through so easily, but venti doesn’t press it. he knows the feeling, the oppressive weight of failure weighing on him just as strongly as it does on him. he feels bad that somebody so (comparatively) young has to experience so much tragedy and loss, but…

he glances at his vision, the glass reflecting the moon.

the two sit for what most would consider far too long in silence, only the occasional slosh of wine passing between them. memories weigh heavy on nights like these, and neither is quite ready to address it yet.

venti starts, his voice far dimmer than usual. a long-forgotten name falls from his wine-soaked lips, wrapped gently in eons of affection. he’s repeated the story of the ‘nameless bard’ a thousand times, always on quiet nights like these ones, with only the stars as his witness, but… surely an audience of one doesn’t hurt.

besides, he thinks bitterly, the sweet wine not doing much to take the edge off his mood, it’s not as if anybody else remembers.

the silence once again stretches, but it’s only a few moments before xiao speaks up, his voice uncharacteristically soft. he does the same, repeating the names of the ones he’d lost, and the wind picks up slightly, as if carrying some of the weight for him. he glances at venti, but he’s looking at the roof tiles, allowing him the moment—the memory—to himself.

he feels odd, telling stories of bloodshed and broken bones after such a soft friendship, but whenever he pauses for a moment too long, a soft breeze brings him the smell of cecelias, and the words he was looking for are found.

he feels lighter, slightly, for having shared, a small chip of his self-imposed burden lifting. normally, he’d probably feel guilty for dumping this out in the open, but the night is warm and he doesn’t find himself minding the company all that much.

the night passes, spent in a comfortable, nostalgic quiet. xiao’s plate is clean, now, and though the texture of the dessert is off and his lip curls, it’s still as sweet as usual. venti’s bottle is similarly empty, hardly a drop left inside the stained glass. the cork is lost, having fallen somewhere, and even in the growing light of dawn, neither can see it. if they do, they don’t reach for it.

venti sighs, not one of contempt or regret, but of sorrow. sometimes he wishes there were more hours to the night.

xiao watches him stand, with little intention of following. he should probably get up as well, stretch so his arms aren’t too sore when he goes out later to clear out demons…

barbatos offers his hand. after a moment, the last yaksha takes it.

[borom1r]

ace attorney asks!! (I'm sorry you're having a night,, I hope it doesn't stay that way ❤❤) ummm I would actually love to hear if you have any side/case-specific characters you're fond of and why!! & if you'd like smth more specific, I would love to hear abt either maya + miles bestie-isms or maybe how you think franziska & phoenix's relationship is after he and miles are officially together!!!

I feel like this is sooo obvious but Jake Marshal!! also Ron and Dessie DeLite!

idk that I have a lot of specific Thoughts abt them but they were all rlly standout characters to me

I also enjoyed Hugh and Robin, actually— Robin is so transfem to me. in my heart of hearts she’s trans 💞

there r honestly so many characters I wld love to see Come Back who like, obviously Won’t but still. Godot I am biting u soso much. this is not coherent im sorry but I would rlly truly genuinely love a prequel focusing on Mia n Diego like pleeeeeeease!!! PLEASE!!!!!!! give Mia her own game for realsies it’s what she deserves 😩

+ like OUGH. Maya Miles bestie hours.. I think, particularly early on wrt him n Phoenix reconnecting, he can be.. not more GENUINE per se, but he certainly puts less pressure on himself to try and hit some like. ideal the way he does w Phoenix. and not even necessarily consciously, but like, Maya doesn’t have this idealized childhood savior version of him propped up in her head.

and this is like, Me Projecting bc hey I can do that :3 but I’ve started trying 2 like. give myself more space to actually BE nonverbal when im overstimulated instead of forcing myself to maintain verbal communication— and I think Maya knows sign language from her childhood with Mia (Mia figuring out quickly that it was a good way for them to communicate if/when Maya went non-verbal— and Mia probably being the only person she felt comfortable signing with bc, well, she’s so bubbly and outgoing and really, she can’t POSSIBLY be non-verbal, they all know the moment she TRIES she’ll be talking their ears off!! So Maya forces herself to talk around the adults and signed with Mia).

and her recognizing overstimulation in Miles before he’s even really giving himself the space to recognize it himself— coming over to annoy him because he NEVER visits Phoenix and she gets it but she MISSES him and… stopping when she sees the way his shoulders hunch and his fingers clench around his pen and he’s staring pointedly at the papers on his desk because he’s been TRYING to focus, trying to force himself to function like a NORMAL adult (except not really; he’s aiming for Von Karma standards whether he wants to admit it or not and that’s not exactly normal). Maya gently tapping the desk to get him to look and signing, and the mixture of relief and sheer confusion when he realizes she’s providing accommodations he’d never admit to needing while also having absolutely no idea what she just said.

That first evening passes with Maya signing while speaking softly, and Miles writing his responses on a spare notepad, but slowly he learns more and more from her until he’s practically fluent too— they can spend a whole evening conversing about the chaos of the legal world and the equally chaotic reworks to Steel Samurai lore without ever saying a word out loud, and those are moments Miles always treasures

(and, when Phoenix stops him one night when he’s particularly overstimulated, clumsily signing “it’s okay, Maya’s teaching me” Miles feels so grateful to know her that he could, possibly, cry. He admits to nothing, but he does text her that she’s his favorite person in the world. She quickly responds “we both know that’s actually Nick, but ily2 ^u^” and it’s definitely one of those moments where it hits him that he Has A Family Now, For The First Time In Years)

ALSO Maya feels very much like the kind of person to say “I love you” very liberally. Especially because of how young she lost Mia + feeling like she didn’t let her sister know enough, even if her feelings are complicated. so I’m sure you can imagine the sort of (very hushed) gossip that goes around whenever people catch Maya leaving (Miles giving her a one armed hug and unable to stop himself from smiling a little even as he TRIES to glower intimidatingly at his subordinates while Maya exclaims “okay BYE Mr. Edgeworth LOVE YOU!! Good luck in court, you better come to game night!!!”)

(he does, of course, come to game night)

(Maya has definitely channeled a spirit to win at LEAST twice and they have yet to decide if it counts as cheating or not since technically it’s not looking up an answer!! but also it is kinda looking up an answer.)

+ lastly ok I’ve probs talked abt this before but I do like the idea that they maintain the sort of silly rivalry they start with but more in a “if you turn my brother into even MORE of a fool you WILL face my wrath, Phoenix Wright” “pffft yeah right, Maya will never let you live it down if you break out the whip at dinner on Saturday” “…I will exact my revenge in other, more subtle ways.”

She sends him a Top Ten Scariest Things Caught On Camera compilation at three in the morning one night (thank you different time zones, she loves being in a different time zone) and he texts back “I hate you >:(“ but they are both laughing. There’s no one he would trust to take care of Maya more than her and there’s no one she would trust to care for Miles more than him.

Also I’ve DEF talked abt it from Phoenix’s POV (texting her at night to confirm Maya’s safe when he has nightmares about her being kidnapped/in danger) but Franziska ABSOLUTELY texts him every now and then like “Miles is there?” and Phoenix knows she would never outright admit to either him or Miles how much Miles’ “death” affected her. Asking if he’s there (safe, nearby, a phone call away) is as close they’ll get — Phoenix always responds as soon as he can (“yep, we’re making dinner!” or “he’s at his office, I’ll see him in forty minutes for lunch” or “he and Maya have a coffee date, you can double check with her but I wouldn’t wanna interrupt their Steel Samurai gossip session”)

She doesn’t always respond, but Phoenix gets it, and he’s always happy to let her know— he’s okay just getting a one-word (or sometimes one letter, if it’s super late for her) response about Maya, but he knows she needs more detail to put her mind at ease (Evidence is key, after all; you can’t build a perfect case without all the information) and he’s happy to provide

They definitely all have dinner together once a week (either just the four of them out at a restaurant, or their entire “family” at one of their houses— Miles and Phoenix, Trucy, Maya and Franziska, Klavier and Apollo, Pearl, Kay, Emma, Athena and Juniper, Simon if he’s feeling up to group interactions, Gumshoe and Maggie if they’re in town, even Larry sometimes). It gets hectic and usually they only get EVERYONE together for holidays, but all of them spent so long with nothing, losing everyone they loved, that having such an ABUNDANCE of connection really is something for them to revel in.

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Request: i’d like to request hcs or drabbles of reader playing with aira, mayoi, and natsume’s hair and their reactions to it (separate)! (if there’s a character limit, then any one of them is fine!)

A/N: this is a scribble x shuffle festival request! No this does not mean I am raising my character limit! This is just a special occasion for this event. Also, I would really. really love to play with mayoi’s hair ough

*ೃ༄ Playing with Mayoi, Aira, and Natsume’s hair hc’s

It’s … flustering to say the least. He enjoys it, of course, but such affection is foreign and new to Mayoi, so it’s no surprise that he doesn’t really know how to act when you thread your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. Though somewhat strange, it’s a very welcomed encounter. He’ll blush and adopt somewhat of an embarrassed frown on his face — but he’s internally jumping for joy.

Mayoi finds intense comfort in the way your fingers feel against him, and he can’t help but sigh dreamily and lean into your touch, melting into putty within your hands, eyelids drifting more and more with every passing second. He could truly get used to the pats and pets you indulge him in — but he must remind himself not to. After all, he is but a water flea within a large, vast ocean. He has to enjoy your love while he still has it, you know?

He’ll never go out of his way to ask you to play with his hair, as he doesn’t think he’d ever live it down — but there are some physical cues that you can identify. He’ll often hang his head, shamefully hoping that you’ll take the initiative and run your hands through his hair. Mayoi also will stare at your hands, turquoise eyes seemingly pleading with you to get the hint. It’s quite adorable, actually.

He’ll absolutely melt if you braid his hair for him. Though affection is somewhat new to Mayoi, it’s something he values quite deeply. Affection is how he understands that you love him — so when you braid his hair, he’ll wear it with pride all day long, looking at himself in the mirror and, for once, smiling at the reflection that looks back at him.

Aira very visibly swoons when you play with his hair — blushing, giggling, and pulling you closer to him with a smile on his face. He loves when you’re affectionate with him, and is always ready for you to run your fingers through his hair. No doubt, he absolutely adores having his hair played with.

He can be somewhat of a big baby at times. Whenever he’s upset or having a bad day, he’s throwing himself onto you, whining into your chest and telling you what’s bothering him while mumbling for you to play with his hair. What can he say, it’s the ultimate comfort, and makes him feel completely at ease. You can’t really blame him, can you? There is nowhere that makes one feel at peace more than within the arms of their lover.

Your boyfriend especially loves having his hair played with when the two of you are cuddling. It makes him feel safe and secure, lulling him to sleep at a concerning rate. If you stop, he’ll sleepily grumble and question you, nuzzling into you as a silent plead to continue. It’s cute — but make sure not to tease him too much, he might get frustrated and scoot to the other side of the bed (only until you apologize, of course).

He often places your hands on his head or face, a gesture that always means “come on, play with it already!”. It’s subtle during a conversation, but it really sticks out if it’s out of the blue. It’s kind of embarrassing for the blonde, but he doesn’t mind as long as he gets what he wants in the end. And you, being his kind lover — you’re always sure to indulge him.

Natsume was somewhat suspicious when you played with his hair for the first time — were you buttering him up? What exactly did you want from him? When he inquired about it, you told him very simply — that you only wanted to play with it. Nothing more, nothing less. Despite his initial suspicion, he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. Just what spell did you cast on him?

Even though he usually asks “What do you think you’re doing?” whenever you begin to play with his hair, he never makes an effort to pull away. Even Natsume isn’t immune to the wonders and comforts of having his lover play with his hair, after all. It takes him awhile to admit it aloud, but he most certainly enjoys it.

Natsume seems truly at peace when you’re playing with his hair — even if he himself doesn’t realize it at first. He smiles, a light pink dusting his cheeks as he leans further into your hands. The redhead feels warm when you run your fingers through each and every strand, making sure to pay equal attention to all of them. No one has ever made him feel the way you made him feel when you pampered him like that, and the thought of someone caring enough to do that for him only makes him fall harder.

Overall, it’s something that he finds comfort in, and is unfathomably grateful that you love him enough to indulge him in this way. He silently thanks you with the fond look in his golden eyes, lips curling upwards as he promises to return the favor as soon as he possibly can.