phoenixflavoredmarsbar
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phoenixflavoredmarsbar · 1 year ago
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based on this textpost of mine from forever ago
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Phoenix screamed into a pillow. He couldn’t believe what just happened. He had finally gotten the courage to confess to his long time crush – Miles Edgeworth – and it went the one way he didn’t prepare for.
It had taken a long time to work up the courage to even get to this point. Though he had been told he was incredibly obvious, not many people seemed to know of his love for Miles. Of the ones that did, the Feys had especially resolute for a long time – light teasing and encouragement from Maya, pointed questions and amused sighs from Mia, even Pearls tried to strong arm him into confessing, easily switching from the idea of him and Maya being together (which, gross) that she wanted so long ago.
So, much to the relief of all three of them, Phoenix finally committed and confessed. He invited Miles over to his apartment (originally he was going to ask Miles out for coffee, but the type of place Miles would probably be willing to drink tea from made Phoenix’s wallet hurt), and they had dinner together. Near the end, he took a deep breath, and, staring at his hands, spilled his heart. 
Miles had looked thoughtful while Phoenix spoke, not interrupting him. Once Phoenix finished, he looked up to Miles smiling at him.
“I feel very similarly.” Miles had said, and Phoenix felt his heart soar. “I’ve considered you my best friend for sometime, so I’m glad that it’s finally reciprocated.”
Phoenix felt something crack in him, staring at Miles with thinly veiled disbelief. He had no idea how to respond to that, and barely enough awareness to close his mouth, which had opened at some point when Miles was speaking.
The rest of the night was awkward to say the least, Phoenix trying his best to act like nothing was wrong while internally his brain was like a building on fire. He’s sure that Miles could tell, but Phoenix was a bit too preoccupied trying to not totally fall apart to care.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he bid Miles goodbye. Closing the door, he immediately texted Maya and threw himself onto the couch.
That’s how Maya found him half an hour later – sprawled across the couch, his face shoved in a pillow.
“It go that badly?” She asked, leaning on the couch arm closer to Phoenix’s head.
“He said he felt the same and that he was glad that we now both consider each other best friends. Best friends, Maya!” Phoenix cried, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
Maya winced in sympathy, patting his head. She remembered when she kissed her now girlfriend, Franziska, for the first time and afterwards Franziska thanked her for the “friendship kiss.”
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phoenixflavoredmarsbar · 2 years ago
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kdj woke slowly, the edges of sleep sticking to his brain, clouding his thoughts like cool mist in the morning. he was in a not quite awake, not quite asleep state, where he was vaguely aware of his surroundings, but still lethargic and dazed enough that later he wouldn't be sure if this was real or he dreamed all of it up. the bed he was in was soft, a multitude of pillows under and surrounding his head making it feel as though he was sleeping on clouds. the blankets were heavy and warm, comfortably weighing him down, something at his side warming him even more. he turned to get more comfortable, moving from facing the edge of the bed to the middle, lazily stretching his limbs as he went.
in his stretching, his foot met with something solid – the source of the extra warmth he felt before. he blinked his eyes open to investigate, rubbing them as he quietly yawned. as his eyesight cleared, he was met with the beautiful sleeping face of a man, inches away from his own. he blinked a couple more times, rubbing his eyes again, as though the man in front of him was just a figment of his imagination, his eyes playing tricks on him. but no, no matter how many times he blinked, the sight infront of him refused to budge.
taking a closer look, now that he was aware that this unfairly handsome man was in fact very real, kdj realized he looked familiar – incredibly familiar. he had definitly seen this man many times before, the man's apperance ringing a plethora of bells in his head. staring unblinkingly at the man before him, it hit him that the description of his looks were something he read so many times he felt as though he could recite it from memory.
somehow, laying next to him in bed, was yjh, the protaganist of kdj's favorite novel series, and possibly his favorite character of all time.
kdj took all of this in, and–
–turned around and went back to sleep.
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phoenixflavoredmarsbar · 2 years ago
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kdj felt like shit. his throat felt like he swallowed glass, he sneezed so many times in a row he gave himself a bloody nose, and his head ached so bad that it felt like someone was repeatedly driving an ice pick behind his eyes. he was sure he also looked as awful as he felt - well, less sure and more absolutely positive as hsy matter of factly stated as much when she saw him, an annoying grin plastered across her face. she then offered him one of her lemon candies, and, surprisingly, it did make him feel a little better (he did wonder later if she gave him a cough drop that happened to be lemon flavored cause she noticed his descent into illness, he knew she was worried, after all he wasn't so sick he couldn't see it hiding behind her smile).
it didn’t matter how kdj felt though, because there were more important and pressing matters to deal with - like avoiding everyone. he already failed slightly, running into hsy, but he hoped she wouldn’t mention his poor state to anyone else. if the rest of kimcom learned of his condition, they’d insist that he’s sick and try to make him rest, something he didn't have time for.
of course, since he was actively trying to avoid them, he walked head first into yjh.
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phoenixflavoredmarsbar · 2 years ago
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despite what one might think, binghe is an ugly crier. the tears that everyone thought were real - soft and beautiful, slowly rolling down his cheeks - were fake. they were crocodile tears purposely caused so he tug at the heart strings of shen qingqiu others. those were the only types of tears he allowed others to see, having promised to himself a long time ago he wouldn't let anyone see him cry properly again.
but in reality, his crying was an ugly thing, loud and gross. his face would become horribly blotchy, his eyes getting puffy and red. the tears would stream down his face in waves, thick snot dripping out of his nose. unlike the soft sad noises of his crocodile tears, his real crying had heavy, shuttering breaths as he breathed in, and loud sobbing noises as he breathed out. it was disgusting to watch, not fitting the perfect protagonist he appeared to be otherwise.
shen qingqiu knew this. he wasn’t stupid - he knew when binghe’s tears were fake - but he still folded in the face of them, not wanting to see any type of tears wetting his disciple's cheeks. he didn’t often see binghe’s real tears, he could count the times on just one hand alone (he has heard binghe sobbing in the middle of the night when no one’s around, though if it was in his sleep shen qingqiu didn't know). he didn’t see binghe’s real tears often, and that made it hurt all the more when he heard binghe’s loud ugly sobs as they stood next to the abyss.
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