#I made it in maya and in this project alone

[pebblemae]

Look at my roboto boi. I made that. Look how good he move.

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 || 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which opposites do attract

Student Union

Jess tugged her hoodie tighter over her head as she made her way into the crowded student union, her backpack dragging low off one shoulder. She was half-listening to her friend ramble about their group project when she caught sight of something… odd.

"Is that... is that Azzi Fudd?" Jess squinted across the room.

It was Azzi — UConn’s princess. Smiling, radiant, practically skipping alongside someone else. But it wasn’t just Azzi that made Jess stop and stare. It was who Azzi was with.

Y/N Y/L/N.

Everyone on campus knew Y/N. Not personally, of course — no one did. That was the thing about her. She was a wall. Always serious, always blunt, with a stare that could cut through concrete. Jess had once seen a poor sophomore try to hold the door open for her, only for Y/N to mutter a deadpan "Didn't need your help" and stride past like a storm cloud.

Yet there she was. Sitting across from Azzi at a table by the windows, legs casually stretched out under the table, one hand resting loosely over Azzi’s — not holding it, just... there. Protectively.

Azzi was laughing at something, head tilted back, the sun catching the soft curve of her cheeks. And Jess swore she saw it — Y/N’s mouth twitched. It almost looked like... a smile?

"That's not real," Jess whispered to herself.

But then Y/N leaned in, her voice too low to catch, and Azzi’s laughter exploded again, loud and delighted. Y/N, for her part, just sat there looking like she’d won the entire world.

Jess turned to her friend, wide-eyed. "I don't understand. She's nice?? To Azzi??"

Her friend shrugged, equally baffled. "Maybe Azzi’s magic."

Maybe. Or maybe Y/N Y/L/N just wasn’t the dragon everyone thought she was... at least not with her.

Library

Mariah was perched at her usual corner of the library, pretending to study but mostly people-watching when she noticed the two familiar figures a few tables over.

Azzi was perched on a chair, earbuds dangling around her neck, sketching doodles into the margins of what looked like a philosophy textbook.

Y/N was... glaring.

Not at Azzi, though. At anyone who so much as walked past their table. There was a junior who dared to glance their way and Y/N’s expression alone sent him hurrying in the opposite direction.

Azzi, oblivious to the death glares Y/N was dishing out, kept humming under her breath, twirling her pen.

At one point, Azzi’s pen rolled off the table. She didn’t even flinch — Y/N leaned down instantly, snatched it up, and placed it back into Azzi’s hand with a murmured, "Here, sunshine."

Mariah blinked. "Sunshine."

Y/N Y/L/N — the human equivalent of a storm cloud — just called someone sunshine without a hint of irony.

Azzi glanced up, flashing her a blinding smile. "Thanks, grumpy."

Y/N snorted under her breath. "Whatever gets you to actually study."

Mariah nearly fell out of her chair. They had nicknames for each other.

Rec Center

It was supposed to be casual. No stakes. Just students blowing off steam. Y/N had been dragged there by her friends, wearing a black UConn hoodie, sleeves pushed up, looking utterly unimpressed by the world.

Azzi showed up halfway through the game, wearing a huge smile and carrying two Gatorades.

Natalie elbowed Maya, grinning. "Watch this."

Azzi stood on the sidelines, clapping when Y/N made a shot. "That’s my girl!" she cheered brightly.

Everyone paused.

Y/N—stone-cold, intimidating Y/N—actually turned pink. She missed her next shot entirely because she kept glancing over at Azzi instead of paying attention to the game.

"Focus," Azzi teased, laughing.

Y/N stuck her tongue out at her. Stuck her tongue out. Like an actual teenager in love.

Maya and Natalie exchanged a look.

"Bro, she’s whipped," Maya muttered.

"So whipped," Natalie agreed.

Outside the rec center, Azzi and Y/N stood in front of it.

Azzi tugged Y/N down by her sleeve until their faces were close. "You’re so cute when you’re trying to act all tough," she teased.

Y/N groaned, cheeks warm. "Don’t expose me like that."

Azzi laughed, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. "I like all of you. Even the fake scary parts."

Y/N mumbled, "They’re not fake."

Azzi raised her brows. "You literally cried when I got you that Build-a-Bear."

Y/N’s ears turned bright red. "That was different."

Azzi just grinned wider. "Sure it was, baby."

Passing students caught bits and pieces of the interaction, and yet again, were left speechless. Because somehow, somehow, it worked.

Somehow the campus menace was hopelessly in love with a human ray of sunshine.

And somehow, it made perfect sense.

Dining Hall

Jamie had skipped practice to grab dinner early. She wasn’t expecting to witness what she was about to witness.

Azzi and Y/N were in line ahead of her, debating — actually debating — what kind of pasta to get.

"Mac and cheese," Azzi insisted, poking Y/N in the ribs with her elbow.

"You’ll fall asleep during film if you carb-load like that," Y/N grumbled, nudging her back gently with her hip.

Azzi fake-gasped. "You’re judging me."

"I’m protecting you," Y/N muttered, half under her breath.

Azzi wrapped both arms around Y/N’s waist right there in line, smiling up at her like she hung the damn moon. "You’re such a softie."

Y/N stiffened for a split second, glancing around like someone might catch her... then slowly, so, so slowly, melted, resting her chin lightly on top of Azzi’s head.

"I’ll get you the damn mac and cheese," she mumbled into her hair.

Jamie’s brain short-circuited.

"Y/N Y/L/N is secretly whipped.”

"Somebody write that down."

Basketball Game

Ty was screaming herself hoarse in the stands when the buzzer sounded — another win for UConn.

She leaned over the railing with the other students, trying to get high-fives from the players.

Azzi jogged past, grinning, slapping hands left and right. And right behind her was Y/N, somehow appearing from nowhere — she didn’t even play for the team but she was always there.

Azzi found her immediately, throwing herself into Y/N’s arms.

Y/N caught her, solid and steady, arms wrapping around Azzi's waist, murmuring something in her ear that made Azzi laugh so hard she nearly dropped her water bottle.

Ty caught the last few words.

"You still owe me ice cream, winner."

Azzi giggled, pulling back to boop Y/N’s nose — boop her nose — and Y/N just let her, looking helpless and utterly in love.

Someone behind Ty muttered, "I thought Y/N hated everyone."

Ty just shook her head, smiling. "Not her," she said, almost in awe. "Never her."

UConn Campus

It happened completely by accident.

Ashley and Stacy were walking back from a coffee shop when they rounded the corner and froze at the sound of familiar voices.

Hidden by a row of bushes, they could hear Azzi’s unmistakable light laugh—and Y/N’s low, gruff reply.

"You didn’t have to wait for me," Y/N said, voice low and tender.

"I wanted to," Azzi said simply. "You always wait for me after practice."

There was a pause. A soft shuffle of shoes on pavement. Then Y/N’s voice again, even softer, "You spoil me."

Azzi giggled. "You like it."

"Yeah," Y/N admitted, quiet like a confession. "I really do."

Ashley clutched Stacy’s jacket, eyes wide.

"You’re my favorite person," Azzi said, so sweetly it almost hurt to hear.

"I’m gonna marry you one day," Y/N said.

Ashley and Stacy's mouths dropped open.

"You better," Azzi teased, and there was the sound of a kiss—quick and playful.

Ashley and Stacy staggered back onto the main path, dazed.

"Did—did you hear that?" Ashley whispered.

"I’m emotionally devastated," Stacy said faintly. "I didn’t know I needed to hear Y/N being a simp today."

[evangelical04]

A Single Daffodil || Valentine's Day Special

Summary: Spending Valentine's Day alone can be a little embarrassing, a lot self-deprecating. But maybe, it won't be so bad this year.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4.1K

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: maybe some angst?? not really, it's pretty fluffy

Author's Note: hi everyone! hope you don't mind getting tagged for just a special lol. i thought it'd be fun to post something for valentine's day (especially because i don't have any plans lol), so here it is! view this as an AU of sorts since they're in college, i wouldn't call it canon. it isn't super closely proofread so i'm sorry for any errors, i just wanted to get this posted today!! hope you guys enjoy!!

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The chilly air tickled your nose, making you stifle a sneeze. You could feel an itch scratching at the back of your throat, threatening a violent outburst and inciting a ‘bless you’ from the nearest passerby. Despite the cold winds nipping at your face, pressing small icicles like pinpricks against your cheeks, you trekked on. Midterms were approaching for some of your classes and you knew you weren’t going to get anything done at your apartment, not with Joohee shoving her way through the door with the latest sweet monstrosity she had concocted at the coffee shop across the street. 

Why was it still so cold? You knew it was only mid-February, but it felt unfair for you to still be able to see your breath and have to layer a jacket on top of your sweater on top of your long sleeve shirt. The headphones encasing your ear were your makeshift earmuffs, with the added bonus of soft and smooth jazz soothing your attitude. Finally, finally, you reached the other cafe near your place, tucked away between buildings and down stairs. You frequented the location often, finding their atmosphere more suited to your taste than Joohee’s favorite spot, it was quiet and serene, the lack of windows made time pass before you knew it. You loved it here.

As you walked past the counter, waving to the baristas who knew your face well by now, you set your stuff down at your regular table in the far corner, digging through your tote for your wallet. Triumphant, you approached the counter, placing an order for an iced tea, despite the icy weather, and treating yourself to one of their warm and savory sandwiches. After you’d collected your food, making your way back to your table, you allowed yourself a few minutes to enjoy your hot sandwich and contrasting iced tea. After this, you’d truly have to focus your whole attention. 

With only crumbs left on your plate and your tea halfway finished, you switched tabs in your laptop to your design project. You were only a third year, but your classes were already about building portfolios and perfecting your coding ability. You weren’t excited to resume working on your project, but you were thankful you had graduated from the classes where they had exams instead of projects. However thankful you had felt reading the syllabi vanished in the face of having to reset yet another bug in Maya, causing your camera to not follow the line you’d animated. More papers for your character design class weighed down your tote, only making you hunch over further in anticipation of the workload you had ahead of you. While you did enjoy this, you hoped you would be able to get into project management someday, you knew that’s where your organizational skills would shine. 

Only an hour had gone by of you sitting in the plush chair and ordering another drink, this time with a muffin, when the peaceful air in the cafe was disturbed. Three men had walked in, clad in joggers, sweatshirts, and casual looking khakis, with the tallest laughing loudly and smacking another man on the shoulder. You squinted, trying to get a better look at the laughing man, before realizing why he looked so familiar. 

Kim Seokjin was as boisterous as ever, his gap year last year proving to have only amplified his loud and extroverted presence. Joohee had complained to her parents that she hadn’t gotten to take a gap year to travel, but you knew she secretly had no interest in it, her days were too occupied with you and Hoseok. The man Seokjin had clapped on the shoulder was one you didn’t recognize, tan skin and short hair, round, wiry glasses slipping down his nose. He waved off Seokjin’s persistent hand attempting to ruffle his hair, before taking a seat at a table not far from you. When he shot Seokjin a fond smile, though, you were stunned by his deep dimples and crinkled eyes, he was certainly pretty. 

The last man, rather short compared to the other two, was another familiar face. Your eyes dragged across his bleach blonde hair, a new look for him, down his chubby, pale cheeks and pouty lips, before tracing his black sweatshirt, past his dark joggers, and sweeping over his white tennis shoes. Min Yoongi looked beautiful every time you saw him. Where you thought his bleach blonde hair, once a dark and natural black, would wash him out, it actually created a stunning contrast to his harsh glare from dark eyes. His upturned mouth curved a soft frown into his face, the occasional swipe of his tongue across dry lips making your eyes dart away. How he managed to look soft and dangerous at the same time was a wonder, but one you fully enjoyed. 

Okay, so maybe you were a bit head over heels for him considering the lack of conversation that you two had held, but that was the beauty of an unrequited crush. You could ogle and pine, glance and fantasize all you wanted without having the crushing weight of reality fall down upon you. You were fully self-aware of your infatuation and the dim likelihood of your crush being returned, but you were okay with that, or so you told yourself. 

It wasn’t as though you hadn’t tried to pursue other options, but they hadn’t worked out. Mina’s disappointed expression still burned in your memory, and it was a solid reason as to why you hadn’t explored outside further. Unrequited love was easier, there was no expectation of reciprocation, the untouchableness of your object of affection was comforting, you could confidently like him from afar. Did it hurt when you saw him with other people? Sure, but you liked to imagine that it hurt less because you never expected anything in the first place. 

Seokjin’s booming voice snapped you from your thoughts, and you instead watched them place their orders at the register. You wondered what each one would order based on their appearances. Seokjin was probably ordering a seasonal holiday special, you could practically hear everything he was saying, and he was asking for extra blackberry syrup. The tall man behind him, the one you didn’t know, seemed like a hot cappuccino kind of guy. The air around him screamed elegant academic and you could imagine him sipping from a steaming ceramic cup while writing an award winning research paper. Yoongi, though, you weren’t sure, you didn’t know him that well. A black coffee, no milk, no sugar? An americano? It was hard to place which of the bitter, dark roast drinks he’d enjoy the most. 

You turned away, what would you know anyway? It wasn’t your business. You had no connection to them, you had you remind yourself of that. Focusing your attention back on the dull grey of the Maya UI had you almost groaning out loud. You wished you could be doing anything else.

The constant chattering in Yoongi’s ear was beginning to get grating. He was trying his best to focus on studying for his upcoming finance exam, but it was proving to be impossible with Jin blabbering away about something or other. He’d stopped actually paying attention a while ago, but Jin’s voice was difficult to tune out despite Yoongi’s best efforts. Namjoon seemed largely unaffected next to him, highlighting away in his handwritten notes. Despite Namjoon being a year younger, they were taking the same level of courses, and Yoongi was sure Namjoon was going to beat him at every turn in scores. 

Not that it mattered, Yoongi knew he had a position waiting for him at Min Enterprises, right under his father. He knew he should feel privileged, he was and he knew that, but he couldn’t help the seed of resentment that grew tall and thorny inside him. He had managed to sneak a few music courses into his schedule but his rat of an advisor had tattled on him to his father. It made sense, he supposed, his father was basically the one paying the advisor’s salary. It had left a sour taste in his mouth for what his future would look like, but Yoongi couldn’t outwardly complain. He knew his friends felt somewhat similarly, but it was dangerous to discuss things like that in this sort of social circle. Yoongi had learned the hard way that you didn’t know who was friend or foe until the knife was already lodged into your back, and Yoongi knew better than to make the same mistake twice. 

“I think that’s Joo’s friend over there, Y/N,” Seokjin mentioned offhandedly, Yoongi finally tuning back into his friend’s rambling, “Should we say hi?” Jin looked questioningly at Yoongi and Namjoon, only receiving blank stares in response. 

“I mean, I don’t know her,” Namjoon said bluntly, but kindly, “And I’m kind of in the zone right now.”

Jin pouted, turning to Yoongi with a hopeful gleam in his eye, only to be met with Yoongi’s resolute frown and small shake of his head. 

“I barely know her either,” Yoongi said, more matter-of-factly than anything, “And besides, who wants to be ambushed by their friend’s older brother while they’re trying to study.”

“You guys are no fun,” Jin complained, only receiving agreeing hums from both Yoongi and Namjoon. 

Yoongi turned his attention back to his laptop, seeing the words on the screen swim together. Finance was boring and difficult, and despite his troublemaker appearance, Yoongi tried his hardest in his classes. Even if he was going to be handed a position at Min Enterprises anyway, he could at least say that he’d earned his degree with his own perspiration and grit. 

That was easier said than done, though, and the only thing keeping Yoongi going right now was the 8 hour time slot he’d booked for one of the music school’s studios for him and Joon after exams. 

“Valentine’s day is soon,” Jin began, “Just a few days out, you two got any plans?”

Yoongi knew that Jin had a date with some girl from the nursing college and he was only asking them so he could eventually talk about his own plans. 

On Yoongi’s left, Namjoon shrugged, “I’m meeting this girl from one of my classes, she asked to get dinner that night.”

Jin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“It’s just dinner,” Namjoon said, “I’m not really that interested in her, but I felt bad saying no.”

“Boring,” Jin sung, “What about you, Yoongs?”

Yoongi shot him a glare for the nickname but it bounced off of Jin’s bright demeanor, “I don’t have anything planned.”

Jin rolled his eyes before speaking once more, “Well, I have plans, and I’m going to tell you right now whether you want to hear or not.”

That was Yoongi’s cue to tune him out again, his mind drifting to the upcoming holiday. He’d had some Valentine’s dates before, one or two over the course of college, and he’d been inundated with sweet gifts during middle and high school, but he’d never had a sweet tooth. Yoongi wasn’t interested in romance right now, though, he was focused on making sure he’d graduate in a few months. Sex and love could wait until after that. 

Well, he supposed he didn’t have a reason to delay sex, but he was sorely lacking time at the moment. He split his days between studying, basketball (when it was warm enough), and any open slots he could find at the studio. There was barely any time for dates or one night stands. He’d waited this long, he could wait another few months until he graduated and had evenings to himself. 

Listening to Jin go on and on about how pretty this girl was, though, did make him feel just the tiniest bit lonely.

Was it just you that curled your lip at the cheesy decorations lining the streets of campus? You hoped not, you didn’t want to consider how much of a grouch that made you. The constant barrage of hearts and pink kiss cut outs left you feeling a bit sick. Whether it was from the corny decorations or the reminder of your single status was a question you also didn’t want to explore. It was somewhat late in the morning of Valentine’s day when you were making your way to the same cafe as before. Your roommate was having her boyfriend over and you quickly understood the unspoken hint of making yourself scarce and decided upon enjoying an iced tea from your favorite cafe. 

Your projects were still unfinished and you’d resolved to make major headway today, considering they were due in the upcoming week. You blew out a short breath, seeing the vapor form in front of you, your weekend was going to be completely taken up by school. Pushing open the doors of the cafe, you took in your surroundings, noting how unusually empty it was. People must have better things to do on Valentine’s day, but where did that leave you?

You quickly ordered and received your food, making yourself comfy in your usual seat. Looking around the bare room left you feeling a bit upset, did everyone but you have a valentine this year? A quick glance at the two giggling baristas holding hands over the table confirmed your worries. You took an aggressive sip of your drink before opening your laptop, it didn’t matter, you had work to do. Soon, you forgot about your anxieties of loneliness in the face of intense work, focusing your full attention on the project in front of you. You were so distracted that you didn’t realize someone else had entered the cafe until they sat down across from you at your table. 

The sound of a backpack plopping down across from you startled you to attention, looking up at the person at the source of the sound. Dark eyes stared back at you with a single raised eyebrow hidden underneath blonde bangs. Your mouth opened slightly in shock before you closed it, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Yoongi’s face. 

“Is anyone sitting here already?”

You shook your head silently, still at a loss for words.

“Cool.”

Yoongi left his backpack on the adjacent chair before going up the register to order a hot americano with four shots of espresso. You made sure to take off your headphones and strain your ears to hear his order this time, watching him wait and return to your table after receiving the steaming cup. Your eyes didn’t leave his form the entire time, still unable to comprehend why he decided to sit next to you. His expression offered no answers, impassive and unreadable, and his voice supplied none either, choosing to silently sit and start working rather than speak to you. 

You stared at him for another few beats before returning back to your own work, what else were you supposed to do? However much you tried to focus on finishing your cutscene, your head swam with racing thoughts of why Yoongi was acting the way he was. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus with his form across from you, seemingly unbothered. Nevertheless, you tried your best to focus your attention on your laptop screen and not on the relaxed figure on the other side of the table. For a while, it worked, but you were beginning to get frustrated with your lack of progress. You could feel your bottom lip jutting out in an unintentional pout and your anger grew as you ran your unsatisfactory frames again, solidifying the need for more work to be done. 

You picked up your empty cup, hearing the ice shake, and exhaling in disappointment. Standing quietly, you attempted not to disturb Yoongi’s flow, though he seemed apathetic to your presence either way. His cup was seemingly empty, set aside and no longer steaming, and you considered your next move. The barista at the register happily took your order for another tea, sending a wink to the other girl behind the counter, who giggled in response. You held in an eyeroll, you couldn’t be mad at them, the two girls were adorably cute together, but you were already annoyed and on edge from your project going awry, not to mention the frustratingly stoic man sitting at your table. 

“Can I have a blueberry muffin, too, please,” you asked before you second guess yourself. The girl nodded, ringing you up, before handing you the muffin and drink after a minute or two. You breathed slowly, this would be a big step, a peace offering of sorts. If he said no, you would just eat the damn muffin yourself. It wasn’t such a big deal, or so you told yourself as you walked over.

Wait, what if he didn’t say anything at all?

There was no time to ponder that question as you’d already reached the table. You placed the muffin down next to him with shaky fingers before taking your own seat silently, you couldn’t look into his eyes. Not having enough courage to actually say anything, you instead took a long sip of your drink and stared hard at your computer. You remained steadfast in your gaze, locked into a staring competition with the editing software, before your attention was drawn by fingers tapping by the side of your laptop. You looked up, making eye contact with Yoongi’s gaze, still unreadable. 

“Thanks for the muffin,” he said quietly, his voice slightly gruff.

You nodded, sending him a tight-lipped smile, about to return your gaze to your work before he spoke once more. 

“Seo Y/N, right?”

Your mouth parted in shock, did he really know you? Did he really remember you? You nodded mutely in response to him.

“You’re Joohee’s friend, right? Jin hyung had mentioned you the other day,” he said, taking a bite of the muffin. 

You deflated slightly. Of course he didn’t actually remember you, he only knew you as Joohee’s friend. What other reason would you occupy his mind, if you even crossed it at all. Sending another polite smile in response, you struggled for something to say. 

“You’re Min Yoongi,” you stated, immediately regretting the bluntness of the words. You couldn’t come up with anything better than that? It wasn’t even a question, you had said like you already knew so what room did you leave him to respond? Your first conversation with him in years was already failing due to your social ineptness.

Yoongi, however, seemed more amused than anything, a barely there smile decorating his face and a slight tilt to his head, “Yeah, that’s me. What are you working on that’s got you huffing and puffing over there?”

His description of your behavior made your cheeks warm, “A project for class, I have to make a game cutscene.”

“Oh,” he questioned, raising an eyebrow, “You’re studying games?”

Your cheeks flamed even brighter, it sounded so stupid when he put it like that. In reality, you were studying project management and game design, but you had heard enough reactions from your parents’ friends to know that didn’t matter. All they heard was that it wasn’t a doctor, lawyer, or business, and that was enough for them to write it off. It felt even worse to hear the same amused, almost condescending, tone from Yoongi. You knew you had idolized him past his reality, but you’d hoped he would at least be more open minded than the other people that populated your family’s social circle. You felt yourself curl inwards a bit, retracting your hand back into your lap and trying to wipe your probably crestfallen expression off of your face. 

“That’s pretty cool,” he mused, eyes looking somewhere far off instead of you, “I’m amazed your parents let you.”

An involuntary scoff left your lips, making him focus his gaze back to you, “It came with its own price.”

He chuckled humorlessly, “It always does. Sometimes it feels like our parents are more like business partners than actual parents.”

Your hand stilled on your keyboard, his words striking a chord within you. They rang true, recalling most conversations with your parents sounding like a business meeting more than anything else, even when you were a kid. You were raised by maids and nannies, even your older brother barely interacted with you, your only reprieve was Joohee. Every time your parents came into your room, rare as it was, it was always to discuss your academics and nothing else. You worked hard for their approval, but even that came with consequences, further alienating your brother from you with the implicit competition expected between you. It saddened you, in a kindred spirit kind of way, to think that Yoongi had experienced something similar. 

“Do you have something you wanted to do instead,” you asked before you could stop yourself. Maybe that was out of line. 

Yoongi paused for a moment, considering your question, before smiling wistfully, “Yeah, I do.”

You were floored by the sparkle in his eyes, a flush to his cheeks, and a longing smile almost forming on his lips. In that moment, you knew that he couldn’t stop pursuing whatever it was that made him light up like that. 

“You should go for it,” you said, words tumbling out of your mouth, “I know it’s easier said than done, but it doesn’t have to be your livelihood. Your parents don’t have to know, isn’t it better to get there without them? But you shouldn’t give it up for anyone else, only if you really, truly want to.” You exhaled unsteadily, certainly not your most eloquent moment, but you hoped that what you were trying to say came across. 

Yoongi’s piercing gaze made you squirm, worried that you had gone too far. It wasn’t your business after all, and his continued silence made you feel like he didn’t appreciate your uninvited input. You unconsciously began wringing your fingers against each other, avoiding his intense gaze. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled meekly after he continued to stare at you without saying anything.

Yoongi seemed to snap back into the conversation, shaking his head slightly, “No, no, thank you. I’ll definitely have to keep that in mind.”

You weren’t sure if he was being serious or just polite, but at least he didn’t seem mad. You were happy with that. Just about to continue your work once more, your eyes caught his mouth opening once more, his tone straightforward but not unkind. 

“I hope you take your own advice.”

You and Yoongi had been working in comfortable silence, interrupted by the occasional conversation, mainly started by Yoongi since you were still too nervous to say anything unprompted. It was getting late, but you didn’t want to leave. Sitting in the empty cafe with no windows with your longtime crush felt like a dream, and you didn’t want to wake up. 

“So, how come you’re sitting here studying and not out on some date? Shouldn’t you be enjoying your youth to the fullest,” Yoongi asks, taking a bite out of a second muffin.

You smiled, “Shouldn’t you be doing the same?”

Yoongi only shook his head, prompting you to continue.

“No special reason, I guess, just don’t have a valentine,” you said, not wanting to delve into the complicated reasoning for your single status, “What about you?”

Yoongi hums, taking another bite of his muffin, “About the same here, just too busy this time of year to find someone.”

You nodded along even though your heart sank a bit, was it really that easy for him to find a date that time was the only thing stopping him? It’s not like you were expecting him to be celibate in consideration of your hidden feelings, but it was a bit disheartening that romance seemed to come so easy to him when you struggled with it so much. Maybe you were the problem.

“Tell you what,” Yoongi starts, cheeks puffed from polishing off the last of his muffin, “Since we’re both without a valentine this year, how about for today, we’ll be each other’s valentine.”

You looked up at him in shock, “What do you mean?”

“We’ve already spent most of the day together anyway, so let’s just call each other our valentine’s for today,” he said simply, as though he hadn’t just made your heart stutter.

You knew it was casual, a joke even, for him, but you wanted to relish in this moment, just a small bit of delusion to sprinkle into your fantasies. It’s not like you had any other prospects.

“Okay,” you smiled, “I think you’ll make a good enough valentine.”

Yoongi only smiled in response, “I think you’ll do just fine, too.”

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[fatcathappycat]

Narumitsu fic recs: Miles & Maya are besties edition

Order and chaos, Miles and Maya. Miles seems to naturally attract and is fascinated by chaos, maybe because this gives him permission to be a little less than perfect. Maya, Phoenix, Kay and even Larry, are the gold in the kintsugi of his life. On the other hand, Maya's life has been incredibly chaotic, so I think she takes comfort in the supposed isle of calm and thoughtful structure and discipline that is Miles. Whether bonding over shared love of the Steel Samurai, their traumatized childhoods, or their love of Phoenix and found family, the following are the fics that gave me the feels for these two as friends.

As usual, these are in no particular order, because fanfics are gifts to be enjoyed and celebrated, not ranked. Plus I, like Maya, am a bit of a chaos gremlin.

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1) Maya's Secret best friend by HPUTFan

Rating: T Words: 11, 587 to read: 47 min

Really beautiful one-shot that covers the early years of Miles and Maya bonding over their love of the Steel Samurai online while not knowing their real identities, and basically helping each other in their loneliness.

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2) An Exchange of Hearts by drifloon for kuraintrain

Rating: T Words: 8, 209 to read: 35 min

Maya and Edgeworth write some classic fan fic. Tears!! TEARS! I can’t stop laughing!!!!

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3) extremely loud and incredibly close by lowbatteryhealth

Rating: T Words: 4, 370 to read: 20 mins

This one could be read as a 'trauma bonding' fic. Deals with anxiety attacks and more. Please read the tags, and also read for some excellent Maya & Miles friendship feels 💜❤️ lowbatteryhealth is such a talented author.

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4) what if the real steel samurai fandom was the friends we made along the way by Buffintruder

Rating: G Words: 53, 656 to read: 3.45 hours

Super charming chat fic based around Tumblr posts where Maya and an OC bond over the Steel Samurai universe, however Miles is a firmly established presence in her life and in the fandom (Maya was his gateway fandom bestie). Kay, Klavier and Phoenix (making a guest appearance) feature strongly. This is part 1 of a series! When you are done, read The Signal Samurai Podcast, chapter 3 for some Peak Maya ;)

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5) Stranger, Leave Yourself Alone by Wildfey

Rating: G Words: 2, 773 to read: 12 mins

I think this was the fic that made me want to read other Miles and Maya are friends fics and create this list. Beautifully written one shot sharing Miles and Maya’s first foundational conversation as friends with each other.

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6) To Dust or to Gold by HopeStoryteller

Rating: T Words: 24, 475 to read: 1.45 hours

"As for the fic itself… all I’ll say on the matter is that projection is one hell of a drug. "

"eat my entire ass, Sal Manella, I do what I want."

- Miles Edgeworth

Inspired by selected conversations from the magisteel discord server (see #13 below!). It's aligned with the Ace Attorney timeline and takes place in the authors’ notes and comment sections of Miles’ Ao3 fanfic. Come for the Magisteel, stay for the Miles and Maya become besties. So good!

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7) And you landed on McLovin'? by KlavierWrites

Rating: T Words: Work in Progress (5,201 words so far)

I have a few ‘Maya and Miles are BFFs’ stories in my bookmarks, but this one hits different. Maybe it’s because of the perspective/voice swapping? It feels honest and ‘truthy.’ Authentic. Anyways, there is a beautiful thing going on here and I invite everyone to check this out and experience how KlavierWrites has captured Maya’s voice and created such a beautiful human I want to know them more. No ´Flanderizing’ happening here. I have such sympathy and empathy for her. And Miles. And Nick too. Poor Nick. He feels and wants so deeply. I’m so looking forward to the next chapter. Subscribe to this fic, appreciate this author and join me in the comment section!

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8) I Mean...A Lot Of Romance Authors Are Lawyers by Adorable Anarchist (Vampbi)

Rating: G Words: 1,407 to read: 6 min

Fun!!! Chat/twitter/Miles is a romance writer fic. Maya is essentially a book club version of cupid. ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

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9) navigation by zombiekittiez for Westie

Rating: T Words: 2, 785 to read: 12 min

Another gorgeous fic by another one of my favourite authors. This one features matching jammies and winning at sleep overs and some absolutely beautiful found family and character growth moments. ♡

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10) nomenclature by looking_for_wisdom

Rating: T Words: 7,626 to read: 20 min

Just an absolutely gorgeous fic that covers the evolution of Maya and Miles’ friendship through out the games.

“Can I be honest with you?” ... The question catches him off guard. He’d spoken with Miss Fey on a handful of occasions now—enough that he feels it’s safe to call them acquaintances. He certainly had not considered them close enough for this, however—a lowering of defenses and the trust that comes with it... And, for whatever reason, he cannot bring himself to squander that trust.”

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Bonus fics that fit that I've shared before in other lists:

11) Samurai Swear by 3musketears

Rating: T Words: 11, 610 to read: 50 min

I previously shared this one in my LOL part 2 list:

Lol Maya! "There's a Steel Samurai theme park opening and Maya's buddy of choice is unavailable for opening day. Phoenix might know a fellow super-fan she could convince to attend in his place." Really lovely and funny one shot of Miles and Maya bonding over Steel Samurai

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12) selected conversations from the magisteel discord server by liilllyyyy, lowbatteryhealth

Rating: T Words: 34, 211 to read: 2.5 hours

File under 'Ace Attorney Fan Fiction Required Reading,' this fic has now surpassed 4100 kudos and over 1000 Bookmarks since the last time I shared (!) for a reason. SO. MUCH. FUN!!!

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And that's it for now! If you have a Miles and Maya are best buds themed fic, please include it in the comments or tags!

Cheers, thanks again to these fabulous authors. Enjoy!

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[goddessofstories4]

Reincarnation

A Loki one shot fanfic

Word count: 2500

Authors note: I cried writing this I'm not even gonna lie (I was also on my period tbf). This whole story was very heavily inspired by the whole Maya/Zatz and Maria/Manolo reincarnation storyline that Jorge R. Gutiérrez created in his projects and also Would You Fall In Love With Me? from Epic. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (P.s. find me on Wattpad for more consistent updates @_goddess_of_stories !)

You were only children when you met. It was the night of the Aurora's Awakening, when the sky above Asgard was restless with falling stars. The ballroom grew to be too much, full of nobles who feigned interest in each other and who spoke too loudly about things they had no knowledge of. Loki slipped out just before dessert.

The balcony was always quiet, the kind of quiet he needed. He sat on the ledge with his feet dangling off the edge, his arms wrapped loosely around his knees, the chirping of crickets far more comforting than the constant hum of small talk inside the stuffy palace. The sound of soft footsteps interrupted his peaceful thinking.

"Do you always hide during parties?" A voice asked behind him. He didn't respond right away. The voice was young—around his age—but it had a certain softness to it. Not mocking, just curious. And maybe a little bored.

"Do you always interrupt people who are trying to find peace and quiet?" he replied, his tone sharp enough to establish his annoyance but not thoroughly insult. The footsteps grew closer. "Only when I know they don't really want to be alone."

That made him turn. You didn't look Asgardian. Not exactly. Your dress was simpler, your stance more relaxed. He watched as your eyes gazed up at the stars instead of admiring his crown.

"I've never seen you around here before," he said. "My family doesn't usually attend the royal balls," you said. "I snuck out."

That surprised him. Most children of the court barely dared to speak without permission, let alone run off unattended. But you said it like it meant nothing, like the rules couldn't touch you. You sat beside him without asking.

"It's not what I thought it was gonna be like," you said, kicking your feet gently in the air. "There's too many rules." He almost smiled.

You watched the sky with him, asking questions, making up stories. He pointed out the constellations, but you gave them better names. You said the stars made you feel something you couldn't quite describe.

When you asked him if they ever made him feel small, he said, "No. They make me feel infinite." You didn't laugh at that. You just nodded, like maybe you felt the same.

Sleep crept in around the edges, but you stayed beside him until your head began to dip. And Loki—young and not yet afraid of what it meant to care for someone—told you:

"If you leave, I'll never forget you."

The next morning, you were gone.

You were older when he saw you again—sharper around the edges, but still the same girl with a heart made of starlight.

He had been sparring with Fandral when a blade cut too deep. Frigga sent him to the healing ward, muttering about reckless sons and bruised egos. That's where he found you.

"You're taller," you said with a smirk, as if no time at all had passed. He arched a brow, carefully masking the pain in his side—and the flicker of something else beneath it. Recognition. Surprise. Relief.

"You again...?"

"You remember me," you said.

"Of course I did."

You grinned. "Good. I'd have been offended otherwise."

He wanted to ask why you'd vanished after that night on the balcony. Why you hadn't returned. But he didn't. And you didn't ask why he'd grown quieter. Colder. Sharper. You just stayed. Sometimes a shadow in the halls, or a voice over his shoulder during court. Sometimes the only person who dared to question him without fear.

You knew him. Even when he didn't want to be known.

So when his world crumbled to dust—when Odin told him the truth and Loki learned he never was truly one of them—you were torn between protecting the throne and saving your best friend. Your face was the last he saw before he let go.

He should have died, but fate had other plans for him. He came back darker and angrier than ever before, his wrath spreading like fire over New York. You came back different too—wounded, but not broken.

You didn't trust him—not anymore—and you fought amongst the Avengers when Thor brought you down to Midgard. When he saw you again, your eyes were like dusk. Older, steadier.

The Avengers defeated him and his army, and took him in as an act of mercy. He worked tirelessly to prove himself. Not to the Avengers, but to the little girl inside of you who first approached him all those centuries ago.

Eventually, he won you back. Piece by piece, day by day. He loved you, and you loved him. But good things rarely last.

Time moved on. Thanos came to Wakanda, and everything unraveled. The snap tore half the universe away, leaving behind silence and ash. For five long years, you and Loki clung to each other—sometimes distant, sometimes inseparable, pulled together and pushed apart by the weight of everything you'd lost.

Then Tony figured it out. Time travel. A second chance. And for the first time in years, you and Loki allowed yourselves to believe that maybe—just maybe—there was still a future worth fighting for.

But before the final snap... Thanos struck you, cold and sudden. You fell before you could strike him down. A warrior's death, bestowed upon an angel. Loki's cry rang out across the battlefield.

The war ended, the vanished came home. And Loki remained in a strange, suspended haze—relieved the world had been saved, and yet shattered by your absence. The universe moved on, but he couldn't. But for the first time in all the centuries of his life, he began to wonder—

If you came back once... could you come back again?

And then, one day—

You did.

A century later, long after the original Avengers had passed and all of your friends drifted their separate ways, he saw you again somewhere beyond Xandar. Your hair was shorter, eyes were sharper, skin marked by sun and starlight.

You were a rogue now, part of a crew of misfits similar to the Guardians he had grown fond of years ago. You wore knives at your belt and scars like medals. You didn't know him. But your smile knocked the very breath from his lungs. You pulled a blaster on him before he could say your name. He didn't blame you. Not in this life.

Instead, he stayed close—joined your crew under false pretenses, fought by your side, protected you in the shadows. And just when he began to see it again, the glimmer of something familiar in your laugh, the faint ache of memory in the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't watching—

You died.

A ship exploded mid jump. Gone in a flash of fire and debris.

He found the chain you used to wear around your wrist among the wreckage. It was scorched. He kept it anyway.

Loki drifted between worlds, barelt surviving and filled with a kind of quiet fury that not even time could dull. Still, grief is a stubborn thing—and so is love. Eventually, he began looking again.

You were a queen next—radiant, intelligent and beloved by your people. And when Loki first saw you, standing at the edge of your throne room, your beauty rivaling that of Aphrodite herself, his breath caught in his throat.

You looked older in this life—wiser. But your eyes were still the same. They always were. He stayed in the shadows at first, unsure of how to approach. How do you speak to someone who has died in your arms, when now they don't even know your name?

He was discovered before long—caught trespassing in the royal archives, chasing a memory he hadn't been ready to face. He was thrown in the dungeons and shackled. Until you came.

You stood before his cell, tall and proud, accompanied by guards. He waited for the flicker of recognition. It didn't come.

"I'm told you broke into the ancient records," you said coolly. "And that you've been asking for me."

Loki met your gaze, heart breaking and hopeful all at once. "Yes," he said. "I've been looking for you for a very long time."

Your brow furrowed, lips parting slightly. He saw it then—the faintest tremor in your hands. The way you stared just a second too long.

"You... I've dreamt of you," you said softly. Almost ashamed. "Your face. Your voice." His throat went tight. "Then maybe you already know why I'm here."

You freed him that night.

He stayed at your court in secret, hidden from your council, from the political games you were bound to. And each night, you met in secret gardens, in echoing halls after the palace had gone to sleep. You listened as he told you everything: your past lives, your friends, your deaths. His grief. His love.

And you listened. You listened like you were hearing a song you'd always known but had forgotten the lyrics to.

For a time, it was enough—he let himself believe you might stay.

Soon, war crept toward your kingdom—an enemy realm threatened by your rise, hungry for your throne. You insisted on fighting beside your people. Loki begged you not to, pleaded. He'd seen too many endings, too many blood soaked hands, too many goodbyes.

"I won't leave them behind," you said, fierce and steady. "Just as I won't leave you."

He kissed you then like it was the last time—because he knew it would be.

And when you fell in battle, sword still in hand, crown discarded beside you, he held your body like something sacred. You smiled at him through crimson stained lips.

"Find me again." He closed your eyes with shaking fingers. "Always."

You came back again.

And again.

And again.

A warrior. A thief. A scholar. A goddess. A criminal. A sorceress. A traveler lost in the desert with eyes full of fire.

Each life different, and each time, the same ache. You never remembered him, not fully. Sometimes there were flickers—a dream, or déjà vu, a name on your tongue you couldn't place.

And always, you slipped through his fingers. Too soon. Too suddenly. The universe seemed determined to remind him: She is not yours to keep.

But Loki... Loki is nothing if not persistent. So he keeps searching. Across planets. Across timelines. Across lives. Because no matter how many times the universe takes you away—He will find you. He always does.

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Loki walks for miles, boots coated in dust from a planet that barely knows war. The landscape almost reminds him of Midgardian forests—the stars above glow softer here. It isn't the kind of place you stumble upon. You'd have to be searching for something. Heavens know he is.

A meadow opens ahead of him like a secret, full of tall grasses that sway with each breeze. A cottage sits at the edge of the forest—small, crooked at the roof, smoke curling gently from the chimney. A clothesline stretches between two birch trees, linens snapping softly in the wind like breath.

And then he sees you.

You're barefoot, your dress trailing like a memory through the grass. Your hair is tied back in a loose braid, and your hands are full of damp linens as you hum a familiar tune he'd sang to you lifetimes ago. You pause, just briefly, to pin another sheet to the line—and then you look up.

He stops walking. The silence between you stretches, and you drop the cloth in your hands. Your eyes widen, your breath catches—and then you run. Across the field, barefoot and bright with something like childlike joy and grief intertwined together. You run as if the world depends on it. Loki meets you halfway.

Your hands cup his face tenderly, your eyes reflecting years of knowledge and grief and love and life. And Loki, god of mischief, prince of Asgard, drops to his knees in the dirt and holds you close like a man begging time to stand still.

"I knew you'd find me," you whisper, voice shaking. "I waited."

His hands tremble around your waist. "You remember me?"

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Not everything. Just... enough. Dreams. Feelings. I saw your face before I ever knew what love meant."

He laughs, cracked and aching. "You always do."

You brush your fingers along the curve of his jaw, thumb resting just beside the corner of his mouth. You fall to your knees and hold him close. "I'm not going anywhere this time."

"Do you promise?" He asks, voice wavering. You nod, forehead resting against his. "You look so tired."

"I am."

The wind sighs through the trees. He doesn't realize he's crying until your thumbs sweep the tears from beneath his eyes, until you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth as gently as someone pressing a memory into stone.

"You don't have to be anything here," you whisper. "You don't have to look after me anymore. You've already done enough." He breaks a little at that. A god unraveled by a kindness centuries in the waiting.

You take him inside the little cottage, showing him the shelf by the window where you keep your books—the way the kettle whistles too early, the way the sun hits the wooden floor just right in the morning. You make tea with wild herbs and tell him how quiet the trees are here. And Loki listens.

He eats beside you. Sleeps beside you. Breathes beside you. Days pass without incident. Then weeks. Then seasons.

There is no more chasing. No more hoping the next life will be the one where you stay. He no longer wakes in dread, wondering how long he has before he loses you again. You're here. And you're alive. And you are his. He slowly learns how to rest.

One night, under a sky full of familiar constellations, you lie curled against him on the porch. The air is warm, the world is quiet. His hand rests over your heart, steady and alive beneath his palm. You cover his hand with yours.

"I love you," you whisper. His throat tightens and he closes his eyes. "I love you," he repeats, voice catching briefly with a bittersweet feeling.

And for the first time in forever, he does not worry how long it will last. You are not slipping through his fingers, you are not a flicker of a soul he must chase through time. You are here. You are staying.

And Loki—finally—has peace.

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🦊user request 👤= anon 🔒 = maya🔪=darkfic💦=Smut🚬=kink 🍌=g!p 🫧=Fluff 🧸= hurt/comfort 🪓= gore

🦊 Milk Block & Cut Strawberries 🚬🫧🧸 -1. reader/us refuses to nurse, and agatha gets a little irritated, but she lets it go for now. (i even made a few dialouge) "sweetheart, it's time for your milk" - ags - "but mommy i don't want to" - reader and rio is just watching this happening. i was thinking that reader/us is a little shit sometimes and because we doesn't want to nurse, agatha's mood switches and she basically snaps at everyone. let's say that we haven't nursed in like two to three days, and finally we just give in. hehe i will send in more requests, and ughhh i think you just gave me a nursing kink 💔💔 but i love you anyway. 🦊

🦊I miss you (Rio x Agatha x Reader) 🚬🫧🧸 - reader isn't at the house when ags and rio comes back from the grocery store. they *panic* like fully, "WHERE IS OUR BABY!?", and then calls the coven and alice said that she last saw us with billy four hours ago (rio and ags were gone the whole day before they came home) and now billy won't answer his phone.'

🦊Little Brat 🚬🫧🧸 -reader wakes up in the middle of the night, can't go back to sleep, so we take off ag's sweater and plays a bit with her breasts, but doesn't nurse, just being playful you know. ags moans a bit and in the morning, reader isn't the bed, but downstairs. and ags wakes up without a sweater on, her nipples are hard and breasrs sore from not nursing. she groans and say "that little brat"

🦊Unsupervised 🧸 -billy and reader get into trouble with the coven, like, let's say we get drunk at the house alone when the rest of the coven is like doing magic in the forest. and when they get back, we are super drunk and when we see them, we just burst out laughing. "we're not- *laughs* drunk, this is how we normally are" or something similar. you can pick, of course.

🦊 Warm All Night 🚬🫧🧸 -I actually want to see rio sleeping outside for once, would be fun and ags would just tease her by saying "oh, don't worry rio, i will keep our baby warm all night"

👤Blood In The Water ( and 2) 🔪💦🚬🔒 - dark Claire Debella x reader pls? Reader is part of the group of friends but she arrived after Andy's so Miles invites her to the meetings of the whole group. Claire is obsessed with Reader from the first moment - despite being married. Perhaps the one who ends up being the murderer is Claire who felt threatened because Duke found out about her dealings with Miles and also wanted to blackmail Claire. Reader doesn't know who to trust ^^

👤Get Lost in My Eyes 1. 2. 🫧🧸 - Literally after recover her body, Agatha goes for a walk because she misses… well, her body so she takes advantage of the fact that Billy goes out with her boyfriend to take a walk around Eastview.On her way out, Agatha's gaze connects with that of Reader who was passing by. Normally, Agatha didn't care but if Agatha didn't believe in love at first sight, she now believes it because after looking at you she couldn't look away and had to interact with Reader. Agatha's body moved only in the direction of Reader-Or-Agatha who has had no luck in love, only toxicity, falls in love at first sight for the first time in her long life as a witch

👤 Caught In A Bear Trap 🪓🔪Unsupervised you mentioned witch hunters.. I’d love to see what would happen if a witch hunter happened upon Baby, and Agatha and Rio track them down and decimated them because no one touches baby but THEM. I can’t get it out of my mind and I’d love to see your take on it!

👻 Spooky Coincidences 🔒🔪🍌💦🚬🔪🔪 -here’s my prompt: maya mason was reader’s boss and fuck buddy. she ended their past “situationship” as she did not believe in commitment which led to reader resigning. however, as time progressed, maya still thinks about reader and becomes obsessed with her. a new movie project brings the reader and maya back together, intertwining their lives once again. maya will do anything to keep reader all to herself, even blackmailing her into marriage and breeding her. i want it rough please, where maya will roughly shove her dick into the reader without proper lubrication and to the point where reader is begging maya to stop cumming inside of her as she’s overstimulated. oof did i not state earlier that maya has a penis? is it too spooky? 🥺

A New Horizon Series 🍌🫧🧸 Reader moves into Westview right before the hex and for some reason isn’t as effected as everyone else. Agatha of course, notices this and decides to investigate. Eventually Reader and Agatha start hooking up. Everything goes as normal for the end of the show, except Reader learns that they’re pregnant. They decide to keep the baby and stay close to Agatha to watch over her.A bit before the start of AAA Reader meets Rio and they start a relationship. That leads to another pregnancy that Reader learns about while walking the Road. I’m not very particular on the in betweens. I just want everyone in the coven to get some a happy ending.

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All this backlashing female celebrities by none other than women themselves show that jealousy amongst women is a REAL REALEST thing. There are so many jealous insecure women who wouldn’t let go of any opportunity they find to bring down successful women. If you are wondering why you never see all these dumb pick mes hating on female celebs like Amber Heard, Blake Lively, Taylor Swift etc. hate the male celebs the same way for being pedophiles and abusers, it’s because they are not against women because they don’t believe them. They are against women because they hate women. These are the same women who uphold patriarchal standards and impose them on women which is exactly why they start behaving like angry bigots when they see other women being loud, aggressive and confident instead of soft-hearted and polite. They are projecting their own insecurities disguised as morals and they do it so confidently because they have a reason to; the reason they shamelessly use to justify their shameless misogynistic behaviour.

All that’s not to say that "women are women’s worst enemies". The reason why we see lesser men spamming with hate comments is because men are exploiting the jealousy of women from behind. It’s men who create the scandals first; men like johnny depp, justin baldoni, kanye west and that loser scooter braun. Men are the ones giving those opportunities to the jobless female version of incels to drag the shining women into the darkness where these losers already reside. When women are busy hating on one woman, men are secretly observing it. They notice everything. They wait for the moment she is left alone and unsupported and when that moment arrives, it becomes the safe way for them to send rape threats to that woman. So, it’s men who are and always will be women’s greatest enemies.

Another thing, those women are not just left alone because of misogynist women not supporting them, they are also left alone by their own supporters who are staying silent publicly like cowards and only speaking up for them privately. On the men’s side, the people who support them spam their accounts with positive comments and messages and bully anyone who dares to say something negative. They literally worship their male idols. Whereas on the women’s side, i rarely see one positive comment made for her. They are hated so much that they end up turning off their comments. Amber turned them off, Selena turned them off, Maya Henry turned them off and now Blake did it too. Although millions of swifties are always protecting Taylor, she still keeps her comments off because she knows she has way too many haters that too in her own fandom as well. Male solidarity is super strong whereas, female solidarity doesn’t even exist because either women are too afraid to stand with other women or too stupid to care about whether she’s lying or not. Men don’t care if their idols are rapists or terrorists they will always worship them. But women are literally clowns. They want to go on full detective mode, searching for the evidence, looking up her entire past history from her birth to her present to see if she has never made any sort of mistake and if whether she has made any kind gestures before deciding they stand with the woman. For the last time i am saying, choose women over morals!! It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe her or like her, put your ego aside and support her. The real world is already a disaster for us so can we at least make social media a safe haven for women??

[lunar-inkclipse]

Can we do several of these at once?

Because…

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And, juuuuuust to make you be more productive and also because I want to see what you’re working on…

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If you pick only one, pick that one ;)

(I find this list especially fun, what can I say)

We sure can do multiple of these at once!! I love yapping ^_^

🪲 ⇢ Okay so technically this is 85 words and not 50 but surely y'all won't mind too much. Assuming, of course, you wanted this and not the thrilling results and observations section of my report ;P

Maybe he should have tried to interpret the messages written in the night sky on the way here. Maybe they would have predicted the truly unpredictable: Logico unabashedly causing a scene by way of interrupting the alumni dinner. The shrill creak and slam of the doors being thrown open silenced all the idle chatter in a matter of seconds, drawing all attention to Logico, drawn up in accusation. “It was Chancellor Tuscany with an ivory scepter in Old Main! Why? To take over the school!”

🍓⇢I got into writing fanfic in 2017, after having read it for a few months- My thought process was basically "woah this is really cool!!! and "I really like blorbo from my games, I'm gonna try and write my own fanfics!!" Sometimes I still look back on my old notes app writings (some finished, most not) and realize I have changed a lot in some ways (I can write something coherent this time around!) and not at all in others (my first fanfic was a ghost AU)

🌵⇢ It's no secret I'm a huge Murder Drones fan, but I'm also a fan of some of Liam Vickers's older works- especially his music! The playlist linked has some reuploads that were deleted from the main Scary Story Time with Liam channel. My favorites are Hive Minds Think Alike, Left Hand Design (and its piano cover), and Yellow Halogen. Not featured in the playlist, but Kirie's Theme goes hard as hell.

🛼⇢😢😠💔😔🥺 🍄⇢ I’ve made a lot of oxymorons headcanons already, so I’m gonna branch out and hit y'all with an Ace Attorney headcanon- As a Franziska x Maya fan, I really like the idea of Franziska slowly lowering her walls at Maya's insistent cheeriness. Consequently, Maya can also get away with a lot of stuff that only she can get away with. Like getting in Fran's personal space :P (Been a while since I've done a lot with Ace Attorney, but I know it's a fandom we have in common ^_^)

🔪⇢ "When was Mac and Cheese invented" for a fanfic I wrote a million years ago (I think it was invented in like the late 1700s?) is the first thing that comes to mind. There's also the stuff I've googled for vampire AUs, such as vampire lore, how much blood can someone lose before it's fatal, and phone camera construction. Honorable mention for all of Irratino's investigative methods, so I now know about dowsing, scrying, and astral projection work and kinda how to do them!

❄️ ⇢ For Murdle, a fic about Chapter 3 in Murdle 1 or 2 would be so interesting- For vol 1, some more Mr. Shadow stuff from Irratino's POV would go insane. What's he thinking? Do his friends know about it, or are they as surprised as Logico is to find out he's alive? Are they just as mad? Disappointed he didn't trust them enough to talk? If they know, does Logico ever find out they knew and didn't tell him?

For vol 2, I would be down for either Logico or Irratino's POV. What's Logico thinking when he's kidnapped, alone in a foreign country, and his boyfriend won't pick up the phone? How's he faring? How's Irratino faring, knowing his boyfriend is imprisoned?? Does he feel a pang of grief or comfort when he uses Logico's methods in his absence? Can we elaborate on the fact Irratino just burned down an entire slaughterhouse?? (Also, why ISN'T he picking up his phone at all??? Surely he has Logico's number saved and can see who's calling?!)

Outside of Murdle, I'd really like a Ninjago fic that gives Pixal actual lore and backstory about what she was up to during the events of Dragons Rising until she appeared. The canon explanation sucked so goddamn bad.

🍦 ⇢ Gonna talk about Gideon Gleeful of Gravity Falls fame here: a) Conceptually, he's actually pretty cool. A 'child psychic' getting his fame through conning and deceit as he spies on the townsfolk to get his answers and manipulates them to do what he wants? Pretty damn cool!

b) Out of all the side characters, Gideon is the character who's future I'm most interested in. Does he turn his life around, or get more conniving? Does he distance himself from everything he's done or use it to rebuild a name for himself, or does he just take over selling cars? He's gonna have a heck of a time on background checks, that's for sure.

c) His design works really well for him and his character. The suit and tie, the pompadour hair, the cute face and demeanor that works to build his image that also fits his actual personality- I do like it! Even if he joins the cast of "Comically overdressed for Oregon summers" :P

☁️ ⇢ Okay I'm very glad this got asked because I have answers!! I originally came up with it on February of 2022, and I know that because I have it in my notes app on my phone hahaha. I had no social media or anything but I was sitting in line for lunch one day and just got the absolute brain blast of "Lunar Inkclipse" because I love the space aesthetic and writing/art, so I wrote it down and eventually made it my Ao3 name. I'm very proud of it! (On the downside, my irls' favorite bit to just say "Lunar Inkclipse" and you can imagine what kind of psychic damage this inflicts on me.)

🌸 ⇢ I have two cats and I love them dearly (and I will let you guess which one has actual braincells out of the two)

Thank you for the ask!! I really do love these ^_^

[noteoftheturnabout]

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fuck it we ball

WHY THE FANDOM DARLING BASIL BONERATH IS NOT TRANSMASC

1. y'all are projecting onto him because you like him.

wouldn't be that bad on its own, do whatever you want forever (I'm going to grit my teeth and grip my phone so hard my screen almost shatters regardless, but it it was just that I'd leave everyone alone about it). we all know that phenomenon, where queer teenagers will see a character they enjoy and will slap a queer label or two onto them regardless of whether it "makes sense" or not. multiple characters in textually homophobic/transphobic franchises have been headcanoned as gay, bi, trans, you name it. male characters with canon female love interests have been made gay, characters whose childhood we've seen in their canon gender have been made trans, - all because the person making the headcanons either finds making the headcanons themselves extremely fun, or because they love the character they're making the headcanons for so much, they want to see themselves represented in this character. and it's fine! really! good even! trans boys/transmascs who saw basil and fell in love with him at first sight, because you think he's quirky, or amusing, or just extremely funny, or interesting, or well written, (or smart.. or misunderstood... or justified...) and now he's a trans man because you said so - I really have nothing against you. however.

2. transmascs and male privilege.

I'll keep this side tangent that has the possibility of being thousands of words long really brief, because I'm definitely in no way shape or form an expert on this topic. do transmasculine people, trans men in particular, have access to male privilege? I'm leaning no. at least definitely not over cis women. this will be useful going forward.

3. basil bonerath and male privilege!

aka, literally in the next sentence. bonerath's entire character is rooted in male privilege and the entitlement that comes with it. he's canonically misogynistic, and the limited line of archetypes women fall into for him is definitely reflective of that. (him dismissing maya more than phoenix because of her age And gender is also definitely reflective or that). he's canonically an entitled, egotistical, entirely self-centered asshole, who feels like the main character of the universe and that the entire world around him exists as a background prop for his story. I mean. hell. his storyline is about him singling out a woman to be his intellectual equal, only on the condition that he fits his idea of that - a stone-cold, perfectly composed, feelingless and dangerous femme fatale, and then murdering her for falling out of this role and expressing weakness, humanity, vulnerability and dare I say, femininity? his and hanma's storyline is specifically about heteronormative relationships under the patriarchy, or, more broadly speaking, gendered dynamics. can we all agree that this behavior is almost exclusively reserved for men?

which trans men are, but this sense of entitlement is either something you're raised with as an award for conforming to patriarchal masculinity, or in the narrative where basil is transmasculine it would be something he specifically chose. he chose to position himself above women, he chose to act like that after he transitioned, getting the most out of the social capital he has gained, knowing that he can get away with it now. escaping womanhood to reap the privileges of manhood - doesn't it seem like a very weird narrative to you? as a person who can maybe kind of call themselves transmasculine, it deeply irks me on a level I can not explain. of course, it's utterly stupid to complain about somebody's literal headcanon being bad trans representation, but there's just one other reason why the story this provides for basil is bizarre.

4. it justifies him (it doesn't).

what do we have, then, if basil is a trans man - why does he act the way he does? out of desperation to prove himself as a man. he is misogynistic out of dysphoria, placing the reason he's not a woman and doesn't feel like one onto the fact that he's smarter and more ambitious than an average woman. he behaves in outrageous ways that are allowed and encouraged in men in a desperate attempt to fit in with them as a social group, to be seen as one of them, to essentially just prove his gender. him being transgender adds a layer of panic, hopelessness, desperate struggle and tragedy to his story, allowing people if not to justify it, then at least feel bad for him. while the Point is that you shouldn't.

he acts the way he does out of desperation to prove himself, period! prove himself to the world as the person he thinks he is, which is - better than everyone else! he struggles not to gain equality, but to gain superiority! he's already on equal footing with all the other men and he wants more. he's already privileged and he wants more. he wants fame and recognition, praise and adoration, his issue is not that he doesn't get his basic objective dignity and achievements acknowledged. even if he thinks what he's asking for and what he wants is entirely reasonable, even if he thinks he Is oppressed - in being a genuis and not having that acknowledged, not for being transgender. he'd be FINE if he didn't do what he did, even if he doesn't think so and thought he had no choice (waow hanma parallel). if you're looking for tragedy in basil there is none - sorry I have to be the one to break it to you. you are obviously allowed to like him, adore him, be insane about him, etc - I'd just prefer it if you did so while seeing him for what he actually is.

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

Rise for Justice, 1st Investigation (I) Preview 2!

Before Maya could ask, Apollo cut in. “Dad? I didn’t notice that earlier, what happened to your hand?”

“Oh, this?” Jove raised his bandaged hand, examining it for a moment. “I cut my hand while murdering the victim. Murdering is a lot harder than you’d think.”

Apollo stared at his father with an intense glare, almost like he were in a trance. He then was snapped out of it, and he frowned. “Dad…you’re lying. You’re lying about doing it, I can feel it.”

Maya glanced at Jove, and the brief panic in his eyes. She realized that Apollo was right. (Wait…how does he know that his dad lied?)

“Maybe your…talent is faulty, Apollo.” Jove said.

(Talent? Huh?)

“How is it faulty now? After all the years it’s been right? Just admit it, Dad! You didn’t do it!” Apollo was basically pleading with his father. “Come on, Dad! Please, let me help you!”

Jove was silent for a moment, and then he said, his voice dangerously calm. “…You are a bright boy Apollo.” His eyes…they almost softened for a moment, but it went away as soon as it came. “However, sometimes I wish you would just mind your own business. As any son should.”

That was the final straw, and Apollo snapped. He stood up, deliberately making sure the legs of the chair dragged loudly through the floor. The sharp noise made Maya jump, and so did the sound of his fists bang on the wall. “Why are you doing this to me, Dad? Fucking hell, I know you didn’t do it! So…how can you say you did? We both know you’re lying!”

Maya looked between the two frantically, she couldn’t read the expression on Jove’s face.

“You know what happens if you go to jail, right? I’m left all alone! But it’s not like you care! So fine, fucking fine! Leave me all alone, like you always have! See if I care!” Apollo spat out, venom in his voice and tears in his eyes. “It’s not like you were ever there for me! I hate you!”

With that, Apollo barged out of the room. The two were left alone, in a persisting awkward silence. Maya looked back at Jove, his expression unreadable.

Jove turned his back against Maya, coldly saying. “…I believe we are done Ms. Fey, make sure my son doesn’t do anything rash during your investigation.”

“So…you’re accepting me as your defense?” Maya asked.

“It doesn’t change anything either way, I have already confessed to the crime. Don’t lose any sleep over it.” Jove replied.

Maya nodded, and after a momentary pause, she said. “…I’ll get to the bottom of this, Mr. Justice.”

Jove stayed silent.

Maya got up and went to leave the room, but she stopped for a moment. (I know Mr. Justice has confessed to the crime, but…) Maya turned to get a good look at Jove one last time before she left. He still had his back turned back, but he was…trembling. What from? She wasn’t sure, but she did know one thing: there was something off about everything in this case. (There’s something fishy about the whole thing. The way he’s acting, and that look in Apollo’s eyes.) Maya felt a rush of determination rush through her. (There’s something more going on…and I’m going to find that out.)

Read the rest on AO3!

[cabbagedreamss]

THE CAFFIENE-FUELED HORROR FROM OUTER SPACE is NOW AVAILABLE to read online IN FULL for the first time! settle in with a fresh and hot equinox espresso for an out of this world comic adventure starring DOC AND MAYA! ☕️ check it out here on twitter!

cabbagejournalss - it's finally here! after three and a half years, my first completed long form comic is finally complete and ready to share with the world!

doc and maya have lived in my head for years. longer than any other characters i've made up, i kept coming back to them and tinkering them and refining them and they might finally be close to a place i feel is right for them to be in, a story i feel can serve them well and give me the avenue to explore what i really want to do with them.

the idea of doc and maya encountering an army of evil barista aliens began a few years ago, when i decided i wanted the tone of their stories to be absurd and lighthearted subversions of classic sci-fi tropes. i jumped right in the deep end and put pencil to paper, resulting in about 3 pages of claustrophobic panels i made on the fly and a crude version of the opening scene we have today. pretty soon i ran into a narrative roadblock and eventually put it aside, but never abandoned the dream of seeing it finished.

some time later i decided to pick up where i left off with a more serious approach to making comics and thumbnailed pages for the first time, scribbling the dialogue off to the side, still making it up as i went along (pages 8-15 pictured below). now we're gettin' somewhere!

once i got to the end with 41 entire pages (still irks me it's not an even 40), i transcribed and formatted the notes into a nice fancy script into a nice fancy google doc and bought myself a fresh sketchbook to draw the real pages.

my original plan was to ink the pages in black and white by hand and scan them digitally, but this immediately fell apart due to my shaky hand. the first three pages are forever stained with wobbly, ugly ink. i decided on the digital approach and inked every page in ibis paint by tracing a photograph of the original sketchbook page. much cleaner and so much less stressful!

full color was always out of the question because it'd be way too time consuming. i have endless respect for webcomic artists who produce the full package. doc and maya live in a colorful world but grayscale is much more manageable and you can get as much depth and life from black and white if you learn to use it right, which is what i wanted to do. however by the time i discovered i could use more than two values of gray it was too late to go back and change the old pages (never ever ever ever ever ever delete your old pages. what the hell was wrong with me). i would then transfer the pages once again into photoshop to add the speech bubbles using the font "cc meanwhile", which i chose to closely match the font of professionally published comics.

i really enjoy playing dress up with doc and maya and want to give them a different outfit with a reference sheet for every story. here maya models a comfortable teen sleepover look with sporty braids while doc stuns in a kicky cropped hoodie and summery sneaks. i like their mismatched appearances representing their differing approaches to their problem. no matter what wacky situation befalls them, they're always gonna look good.

i made pretty good time. i had a consistent work schedule, averaging about one page drawn per day. i was flying through those pages! i'd never been so excited or motivated to work on a project like this, but still there was a part of me that believed i would never see it through to completion because i never finished anything.

it got harder when the spring 2024 semester started and i had to throw myself into my senior project. these projects were meant to define me and i had no idea where to begin and how to best present myself through my work. how was i supposed to represent my strengths and passions through one project, let alone even think of one?

oh.

working on caffeine-fueled horror as a full time project instead of squeezing it in on the side felt way too good to be true. i was both giddy and wracked with terror to be showing it off for the first time, and i was very truly stunned by how much my friends and family and classmates and professors seemed to like it. one of my professors even put me in contact with a published graphic novelist he knew for feedback and advice! i chipped away throughout the summer and fall until finally, finally, the caffeine-fueled horror from outer space! was complete.

and it was the centerpiece of my senior exhibition!

i treated cfh as a learning experience when i started thinking about comics as a career path. i learned so, so much about what it takes to make comics, pacing, what makes for an engaging panel and page layout, how to fit all the dialogue into a speech bubble, and most importantly, that i really enjoy making comics. i love the satisfaction of reading back the pages, arranging the text, striking the right pose, all of it. i love having a project with direction. i love comics.

[foundtherightwords]

Signal Fire - Chapter 2

Summary: Two years after Corroded Coffin finally made it big, Eddie learns that Chrissy's mother has passed away. He returns to Hawkins in the hope of reuniting with her, but would Chrissy be able to overcome her fears and allow herself some happiness at last?

Warnings: angst, implied/mentions of abuse, homophobia, and drug use, some smut

Chapter word count: 3.2k

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

After she had assured Jason that she was fine and thanked him for his help, after Jason had left with his wife and she was alone in the house, which had once seemed so suffocating when her mother had been alive and was now so lonely and echoing, Chrissy finally allowed herself to break down. She'd hurt Eddie, she knew. In the past two years, she had tried so hard to suppress all thoughts of him, to not rely on his memories to get through some of her darkest times, because she was afraid, afraid that in a moment of weakness, she would call him and he would drop everything to rush back to her, and it would become a habit and send them both down a spiral of co-dependency.

So when he showed up at her door so unexpectedly, the way she practically collapsed into his arms, and the passion with which they ravished each other had scared her so much, that she had to push him away again.

But he'd hurt her too. How dare he insinuate that she and Jason... How ridiculous men are! She found it both laughable and oddly sweet that Eddie could be jealous of Jason still. She was tempted to call Eddie now, to clear the air and ask if they could talk later, when both of them were calmer and their emotions weren't so raw, but she decided to wait. She wasn't sure if it was a childish decision, made to punish Eddie for saying those hurtful things to her, or if it was a mature one, as she wanted to talk the whole thing over with her therapist first.

Her mother hadn't believed in therapy. In her senior year, when Chrissy had let it slip that she'd been talking to Miss Kelley, the school's guidance counselor, about her struggles at home and at school, her mother had screamed at Chrissy about "airing her dirty laundry to a stranger". Afterward, Chrissy had stopped going to her appointments with Miss Kelley. Instead, she'd sought out Eddie for some weeds and something stronger, wanting to drown her anxiety in the peaceful bliss of the drugs. Only she'd found a different kind of peace instead. It was strange to think that if it hadn't been for her mother, perhaps Chrissy would have never given Eddie another thought.

After the second stroke had bound her mother to a wheelchair and bound Chrissy to her, after Eddie had left for LA, Chrissy had started seeing a therapist in Bloomington, almost out of defiance to her mother more than a real desire to deal with her issues. It also helped that Dr. Hall did not look at all like Mrs. Cunningham's notion of a therapist. With steel-gray hair covered in a turban and costume jewelry that clinked and clanked every time she moved, she looked more like a poet, like Maya Angelou or Sonia Sanchez, and if nothing else, at least Chrissy found her presence soothing.

They talked a bit about her mother first.

"I miss her," Chrissy said. "This morning I woke up and half expected to hear her calling for me. Is that weird?"

"No, not at all." Dr. Hall shook her head, causing her earrings to jingle. "It's complex, the way we feel about our parents. The important thing is that you recognize these feelings and let yourself process them at your own pace."

"Also..." Chrissy twisted the strap of her purse. "I kind of—slept with my ex. After the funeral."

Dr. Hall's eyebrows went up a fraction. "This would be the ex whom you broke up with to stay with your mother, wouldn't it?"

Chrissy nodded, aware that her face was burning up.

"And how did you feel about that?"

"Confused. Guilty."

"Guilty because of your mother? Because she just passed and you feel you're not mourning her enough?"

"It's not just that. You remember how I told you he had to move away for his job, and I didn't want to go with him? I still don't."

"Why not?"

"I have a job that I like here, I have my students, friends—well, co-workers. If I follow him, I'll have only him. And his job is very demanding. It won't be healthy."

"That's a good start. You have a pretty clear idea of your issues."

Chrissy let out a hollow laugh. "Yeah. Too clear."

"So you felt guilty for leading him on?"

"I think so. I mean, I didn't plan on sleeping with him. I was just sad and scared and he was... available." But even as she said this, Chrissy knew it wasn't entirely true. If it had been any of her exes standing at her door that day, she wouldn't have acted the same.

Dr. Hall fixed the bracelets that had become tangled on her wrist. "I'm not a couples' therapist, Chrissy. We're here to work on you. But if you want to make this relationship work, we could add that to your list of goals as well."

Was that what she wanted? Chrissy recalled not just how safe she'd felt in Eddie's arms, but also how empty the past two years had been and the blaze of happiness she'd felt when she opened the door and saw him.

"You want to know what else I felt after I slept with him?" she said. "I was elated." This was true. She couldn't stop thinking of the way Eddie had felt underneath and inside her, the way his hands had gripped at her, the way his mouth had moved over hers. The memory both mortified and thrilled her, but the thrill was stronger. The thrill of being with him again. The thrill of knowing he still wanted her, still loved her. "But how do I know if it's what I really want and I'm not just clinging to him because I'm lonely?"

"Aren't we all just looking for someone we can turn to when we're lonely? It's not a weakness. We need to get you to a place where you feel confident enough in yourself to be vulnerable again." Dr. Hall smiled as Chrissy stared at her. "I know it sounds like an oxymoron, but that's what it takes."

***

Dr. Hall's words were still ringing in Chrissy's ears as she drove home. Confident enough to be vulnerable. Was that where she had been going wrong all this time? She'd tried so hard to stay strong all these years; she never thought being vulnerable was the end goal. Vulnerable enough to properly mourn her mother, vulnerable enough to let Eddie in, to let him take care of her like he'd asked.

The sign of Roane Hill Cemetery coming up made her pause. Well, if she wanted to change, then there was no time like the present.

She bought some flowers from a convenience store along the way. She didn't check to see if they were fresh or not. She drove into the cemetery, found the Cunningham family plot, and placed the flowers on her mother's grave. There were still flowers left from the funeral, so she put her own bouquet on the side. On second thought, she placed some on her father's grave as well.

She stood there for a long time. All the things she wanted to say, all the things she wished she could have said to her mother, were darting through her mind like a murmuration of starlings, their shapes always changing before she could get a firm grasp of them. All she knew was this—her parents had never realized their mistakes. Her dad had turned a blind eye and buried his head in the sand up until the moment of his heart attack. Her mom... well, even when she was alone and dying, she had remained bitter and desperate to maintain a "perfect" façade. And all for what? They had both died miserable and lonely.

Now, standing at their graves, Chrissy was determined not to suffer the same fate.

"Goodbye, Mom and Dad," eventually she said, turned on her heels, and left.

***

Her next stop was Wayne's apartment.

When Corroded Coffin first got signed to Metal Blade, Eddie had wanted to put his advance toward a down payment for a house, or to bring Wayne to LA, but Wayne had refused both. A house would be too big for him, and he had lived his whole life in Hawkins and never wanted to go anywhere else. But he'd conceded to moving out of the trailer park and into a nice apartment. When she found out, Chrissy had been happy for both uncle and nephew—she knew one of Eddie's biggest regrets was not being able to take care of Wayne in his old age, and she was glad Eddie had managed to do so at last.

The only time she allowed herself to think of Eddie was when she brought Wayne his Sunday lunch, or, if she couldn't make it, a pie or some dessert for his dinner. Wayne would have a beer open for her and share with her the latest Corroded Coffin news, or he would tell her stories of when Eddie was a kid. For all his pride in his nephew, Chrissy knew that the old man was lonely and missed having Eddie around. They had that in common.

That day, though, she had no time for chitchat or even polite greetings.

"Is Eddie here?" she asked as soon as Wayne opened the door. "Can I talk to him?"

Wayne's face fell. "Oh, honey," he said ruefully. "He just left for the airport."

Chrissy's stomach dropped. "But I thought he wasn't leaving until Sunday?"

"Change of plans, he said."

The only change was that he thought she wanted nothing to do with him. Chrissy pulled out her phone and dialed Eddie's number, which she hadn't been able to bring herself to delete or block. It went straight to voicemail.

"Is he going back on tour?"

"Yeah," Wayne nodded. "Europe. For three months."

Europe! That's practically half the world away! And she couldn't wait that long. She had to talk to him now.

"When did he leave?"

"About an hour ago," Wayne said, surprised at her panic mode.

It took an hour and a half to get to Indianapolis. She may still catch him at the airport, if she hurried. Chrissy ran to her car without even saying goodbye, leaving Wayne staring after her in confusion.

As her car tore down the highway, she called Eddie again. Still voicemail. She left a message this time, asking him to call her back.

A flashing on the meter caught her eyes, and her stomach dropped once more. It was her gas light. No way she'd make it to Indianapolis. She wasn't even sure she could make it to the nearest gas station, which was fifteen miles away, according to a sign.

Suddenly, the rush she'd felt after leaving the cemetery vanished, and she realized how foolish and senseless this was. Even if she could get to the airport, she may still miss Eddie. And if she managed to find him, what then? What would she say? She had been so focused on seeing him again that she hadn't even thought about what she was going to say. Besides, he was going to Europe for three months; he couldn't exactly drop out of that to come back to her. Not that she even wanted him to. So why was she in such a rush? She'd left him a message. He would be sure to get it as soon as he landed. They could talk then. It didn't have to be face-to-face. Talking on the phone wasn't exactly her idea of a romantic reunion, but they had a lot to discuss, and none of it could be resolved immediately anyway. This mad dash to stop him at the airport would accomplish nothing. This wasn't a rom-com.

With a sigh, Chrissy looked for the nearest exit that would bring her back to Hawkins.

She saw a gas station on her way back and pulled over. A lopsided sign at the pumps announced, in barely legible chicken scratch, that the card reader was broken and customers must pay with cash inside. Chrissy considered pushing on, but she didn't want to risk getting stranded in her rust bucket. With an exasperated sigh, she went inside. The pimply-faced clerk didn't even look up from the comic book he was reading.

Chrissy was digging through her purse to see if she had enough cash for gas and maybe some junk food as well, when the door behind her chimed.

"Can I get twenty on pump two, please?" a voice said.

Chrissy's stomach dropped for the third time. She knew that voice.

She whirled around. The speaker was taking off his sunglasses with one hand and brushing back his messy curls with the other, his brown eyes wide-opened, staring at her in disbelief.

Eddie.

At that moment, she realized why she'd been in such a rush to speak to him. It wasn't because there had been any urgency to discuss their relationship. It wasn't because she was afraid that she might lose him if he went back to LA. No. It was simply this: She missed him.

For two years, there was a void in her heart, a void the exact size and shape of Eddie. She'd learned to live with it and had gone so used to it that sometimes she didn't even notice it was there. Only when he'd come back and gone again so soon that she felt it, like someone who was starving only noticed the hunger more acutely after they'd had a tiny morsel of food. That was why she'd driven like a madwoman after him, just so she could see him and hear him and never chase him away again as she'd done so foolishly.

And now, seeing his eyes light up with surprise and joy at the sight of her, she realized that void was slowly disappearing, filled by the warm glow that always bubbled up inside her whenever she looked at him. That glow expanded behind her ribs, tightened her throat, and rooted her to the spot, so she could only stand there like an idiot, smiling at him with trembling lips, waiting for him to come to her.

One step, two steps, and he was so close she could smell the familiar scent of his leather jacket, a smell that took her back eighteen years, to that day they'd met in the woods, the day that had started all of this.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. From his breathless voice, she knew that for every emotion that was coursing through her, he felt it too.

"I—" She tried to steady her own voice. "I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were going to the airport."

"I changed my mind. I mean, I'm still leaving on Sunday." Her heart stuttered, and the disappointment must have shown on her face, because he quickly added, "But I'm here—now. Why are you here?"

"I went to Wayne's place. I wanted to talk to you. Didn't you get my message?"

He tilted his head to look at her more closely. "No, I haven't checked my phone. Talk to me about what?"

"I want to apologize. For pushing you away like that." That wasn't all she wanted to say to him, but it was a good start.

He looked away for a moment, before turning his eyes back on her, so tender and yet so intense at the same time. "I'm sorry too. You just lost your mom, and I made it all about me."

"But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about—"

"Hey, are you going to pay for your gas or what?" The clerk had finally put his comic book down and was scowling at them.

Eddie turned to the clerk irritably. "Just give us a minute, would you?" He took Chrissy's arm and steered her toward an aisle at the back of the store, where they could have a modicum of privacy. "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked, fixing those heart-melting eyes on her.

"About us."

"What about us?"

She scrambled to remember all the lines and speeches she'd prepared since her session with Dr. Hall, since her visit to the cemetery. Somehow they all vanished when he looked at her like that. She kept her eyes on the floor to calm her nerves. "I've been thinking. If you still want me, I can move to LA," she said, her words tumbling over each other. "I can apply to a nursing school out there—finish my degree—get a job—"

"You hate nursing school."

"Well, I can always wait for the Laker Girls to have an opening," she joked. When Eddie said nothing, she risked a glance at him. He was still looking at her with those tender eyes, a small, affectionate smile playing on his lips.

"What about your job here? What about your students?" he asked.

Chrissy hesitated. "They're just going to have to do without me," she said, and added, surprising herself, "Because I can't do without you."  

A small exhalation, which might have been relief or delight, escaped Eddie. He reached out and took both of her hands in his. It felt so good to just stand there with his thumbs gently massaging her knuckles and her palms that she wished they could stay like that forever, without having to say anything at all.

"Maybe I can move back," he said quietly.

A wild hope sprouted inside her, but she had to pull her hands away and shake her head. "Eddie, no—"

"Hear me out," he said, seizing her hands again and lifting them to his lips. "We can split our time between Hawkins and LA. You can come on tour with me, and I can come back here to record. It's not like when the band first started; we can make music anywhere now. If there's no music scene in Hawkins, fuck it, we'll create one."

In her heart, the tiny sprout of hope took root, grew, flowered, and bore fruits. "Really?" she whispered.

"Really. And the answer's yes, by the way."

"The answer to what?"

"You said if I still want you. The answer's yes. I always want you." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, down her jaw. "In fact, I want you so much, I'd take you here and now if I could—"

"Eddie!" Chrissy put her hand over his mouth and glanced at the clerk, horrified, but they were well hidden. Eddie laughed and removed her hand to kiss her. As their lips collided, he lifted her clear off the floor, and she threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, pressing herself against him so as much of their bodies was wrapped up in each other as possible, while warmth and light flooded into her until the void in her heart vanished altogether.

Making out between bags of beef jerky and cheese puffs wasn't exactly Chrissy's idea of a romantic reunion, but it would do. It would do nicely.

There will be a little epilogue after this, so stay tuned!

[shinakazami1]

New Tales Ep 4 live review!!

- Before the intro sequence, I thought Anu didn't know Octavio friends? I don't know the timeframe in all this so it does feel a tad bit weird though, in this run I had killed Juniper so...

- Dear God Octavio not noticing it's Fran's Frogurt is so stupid 😭😭 literally no words. Till this exact moment, I could excuse a lot of the writing... Please.... He's not this dumb, right,,,, ouu,,

- "SAY UNCLE" "You're my sister and I'm your uncle" - I want to know the story behind this sm

- Fergus looking saved it with L0U13 free labour dance but.... Why did we even have the the mental worry, and then the stupid hitting Fergus butt,,, I know the games have this humour but this whole bit felt like not so well timed break

- This game cannot get where it is standing with the killing hmmmm, like no character in this run had a constant (though idk why L0u13, after his crisis, gets once again pro killing,, gonna try replaying better version)

- BROCK BACK AND HE JUST STRAIGTH UP SHOT ANU-PLEASE OFAIHFAS

- GUYS U HAVE THE GUN THAT HEALS 😭😭😭I know they wanted to make this joke but PLEASE

- I feel weird about FRAN being seen as newbie in business. Sure, she only knew one but she kept it going for a long time so I feel she knows a tad bit more seeing it's a fam business for years. Esp after that Susan talk in ep 1. She feels she should know sth more

- Bivington showing up,,, I did expect him to but I wonder. I can tell this is some setup but I wonder what type (future me I say hi) (hi past shina - dear god not one i expected, diluted elon musk oifashfiaos)

- can I propose an overpriced drink AS SIGN OF SUCCESS IS KILLING ME

- it's weird that any didn't realise she could use the lab for their project cud they need

- Anu from being a Newby to being a big fan of Maya Vaultfinder mega ultra player,,, I'm so proud

- JABBER PUBLIC PEEING AND SOOTHING MUSIC PLEASE WHAT WAS THAT WHY DID I STUMP UPON

- Anu being seen as genius and then most the work is just,,,, the goggles,,, the slapping,,,,, it's all so silly

- I was curious what would be Fran's wish and the synth sad music in there reminded me of Hyer Light drifter soundtrack. But Rita,,,

- BADASS SUPERFAN IS MY FAV character beside Rhys and all Tediore soldiers wjjwh

- Foopy PLEASE??? FOOP POOP??? The only thing broken is you HELLO - WHY WE GOT BOTH PISS AND POOP THIS EPISODE

- I wonder if Fran's focus on sexuality is a trauma response, too,, future shina here, but based on what you can tell LOUI3 I think that is the case

- 😭 Why did so many people know and could reference before Fran's traumatic experience tho??? Like it puts her so down and others just know it

-VVIP IS MORE LIKE WIP WORK WORK WORK and i got Octavio to sniff the substance cus I imagine he would try it sjshhehe

- VVVIP,,, WHAT'S NEXT A VVVVIP CUS I HOPE TO SEE SOME WWIPS,,, Also I made Octavio dance

- BADASS BEING FIRED NOOO I hope I will see him in fifth episode :0

- Susan having a gun. You go girl boss actually

- HELLO UNPROTECTED DATA STDs??? dear GOD I EXPECTED THIS AND YET I AM STILL BAFFLED

- THE FACT THERE IS A TRANSLATOR FOR YALL TALK

- I get why people like Susan, I love the translator bit, the bitchy high atittude, she gets it

- BRO THE FACT KATAGAWA SR IS NEXT TO RHYS IS LIKE 'haha remember how my son wanted to kill you well now another person does'

- "dangerous, yes?" girl it's a glowing rock

- I took around 20 screenshots of Rhys alone 😭😭😭I'm down BAD

- I wish got control of Octavio if he would say Susan is the boss... I feel it's a wasted potential

[n66x]

[FanCasting] My Little Pony: The Live Action (2024) by ©iannis / n66x

Now that the 'Live Action' movies are on a rise, I thought it'd be fun to visualize what a 'Live Action' Adaptation of the 'My Little Pony: The Movie (1986)' could possibly look like~!

Here is my 'Dream Cast' for this project:

Melissa McCarthy as Hydia Chris Rock as Spike Danny DeVito as The Moochick Mckenna Grace as Megan Jaeden Martell as Danny Mykal Michelle Harris As Molly Maya Hawke as Draggle Nicola Coughlan as Reeka

I think it would be so bizarre, weird and funny if Hasbro ever made a 'Live Action' with a mixture of 3D ponies with real human actors, I can already picture how epic this could turn out with the right direction, and maybe it would also spawn a new generation of 'My Little Pony' toys based on the G1 characters, now that would be worth it just for that alone, right??!! lol.

[Edit]: I've now updated the cast with three more additional characters that are non-existent in the original series, but I think would make up for nice additions:

Nico Parker as Big Sister Henry Cavill as Dad Thandiwe Newton as Mom

The way I imagine it is, the parent characters having just bought the farm that we see Megan attending to a horse in the 'Rescue from Midnight Castle (1984)' movie, I think expanding the storyline of the human family a bit will make the movie more approachable for a larger audience, the Mom and Dad characters having brought their new life together to the farm, where their children, as they get familiar between them, discover a way to visit the Ponyland, then perhaps at some point they can also bring back some of the baby ponies to the farm and shelter the forest creatures to protect them from the Smooze, also put the sea ponies in the bathtub of the farm, etc, and then the parents discovering their existence for the first time when they're all crammed in their farm like this, I think that would be quite funny and cute… Farmboy Henry Cavill with a mustache in Cowboy attire nursing and bottle feeding baby ponies wrapped in blankets??!! Now that would be cinema gold, lol!!!

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Week 2023 Day 5

Last one before the two-parter!

Prompt: Holidays

Respect for tradition had long been ingrained in Edgeworth’s life, and the close of the year was no exception. So, he was at this courthouse gathering, full of his friends and colleagues, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Earlier, he had endured the small talk and banter; at this moment, he was counting the minutes. He stood to the side, catching glimpses of faces he recognized.

Blackquill was identifiable by height alone, and that was definitely Athena Cykes accompanying him. Klavier Gavin had decided to spend this New Year’s Eve in the States, so he had drawn a number of people into his orbit. Detective Skye had been in its periphery, pulled closer to the center now. Franziska’s flight had been fortunately on time, and she was gesturing to a rapt audience, providing stern guidance to the new class of prosecutors. He had spotted Wright’s adopted daughter and Maya Fey’s cousin among the adolescents, but no other sign of their guardians yet. And the judge had passed out in his usual seat.

Some of the others in his department had greeted him. “Chief Prosecutor, you made it!”

“Yes, good to see you. Happy New Year.”

They all seemed surprised he was present, but they didn’t know better. New Year’s was preferable to Christmas, in his opinion.

Finally, the wait was almost over. An animated clock was projected onto the wall, the most important evidence of tonight, and the room devolved into one raucous chorus. “Three…two…one! Happy New Year!” Cheers went up, people coupling for the traditional kiss. Fireworks reverberated outside the building. Edgeworth used it as his cue for retreating, his hand already on his keys.

But the crowd moved, and he saw them. Wright and Maya were standing perfectly still, oblivious to everyone else.

He easily remembered Wright’s excited phone call, that they were working together again. When she stepped foot in the courtroom, the gossip exploded. The memories of cases, years of friendship, rumors of their experience in Khura’in. Speaking from his side of the bench, Edgeworth was also aware of how readily they picked up from where they left off. It was as if their partnership had never paused, only subtly different by stolen glances at each other and their nervous smiles when they brushed hands.

To be honest, observing them was more excruciating tension than this holiday celebration.

The seconds stretched. Maya seemed to ask a question, her expression playful, but she had lifted her face. Wright never delivered a verbal answer; instead, he leaned down and kissed her. Perhaps, it was intended to be chaste, but her hands looped around his neck and he deepened the angle. At this point, it was far longer than a kiss to ring in the new year.

Edgeworth couldn’t help smiling. It was about time, although it had to take a holiday tradition for their mutual realization to happen. A happy ending to the evening, at least. He looked away, giving them privacy, and recovered his coat. He had his hand on the main door handle when a terribly familiar voice interrupted.

“Leaving already? Too lonely to stick around?”

He tried not to flinch. “Well, you also arrived by yourself.”

Too late, he noticed the smear of lipstick, highlighting Larry’s smug grin. “Oh, I’m off the market now. What about you, Edgey?”

He intoned. “I never planned for a change in that regard. Have a good night, Larry.” He strode into the cold, ignoring his friend’s distant inebriated shout.

“I swear, you’ll get your kiss, whether you expect it or not!”

As he would later find out, such a prediction ended up coming true…but that was another story.

[evangelines-book]

!!! Alright, before we get onto the intro post, i need to say something — This blog is technically considered a ‘Secondary’ blog, which if you’re new to tumblr, that means that this was not the first blog that was created and is not the main one associated with my account. So this means I won’t be able to like posts, follow people back, or send asks to people without using anon! If you’re wondering why I made this my main blog, my blog that is considered the ‘Primary’ blog of this account, is old and cringey from 2013, and that’s super embarrassing and it’s not being used my big sister, but I didn’t want to delete it, as it holds lots of memories. So yes, please don’t be offended if you follow me and I don’t follow you back. If I don’t block you and I do interact with you, then it means that I do consider you a mutual!!!

Last Edited : 25/12/23 (D/M/Y)

Alright, on with the actual intro post !

Who am I? My name is Maya, pronounced my-uh not Maiya.

What are my pronouns? I go my She/Her pronouns.

How old am I? I’m 19 years old, turning 20 on the 7th of February.

MORE UNDER POST CUT !!

What do I do? On Tumblr I write fanfiction, do art, and tons more fun stuff! I’m in Uni, studying History! I don’t talk about that much here though, if that’s what you’re after.

What do I post about? I post mainly about Nanny McPhee, and that was the main thing I intended to post about on this blog, though this may change later on. I will also be posting about The Maze Runner quite often, as I’ve loved the books since I was a kid. I might even do a few fic rec posts for Nanny McPhee, The Maze Runner and anything else I might start posting about.

Why did I make this blog? The Nanny McPhee fandom is very devoid of well-written and structured fanfics, and has little to no art! I really love this movie, and I want to provide some from of media for it, as I know there are some fans who are struggling to find some. I doubt this blog will gain any popularity, but I know there are some fans out there dying to get some content. I just want to give this fandom some media, character analysis posts and expand the universe of Nanny McPhee! I want to explore the characters thoughts and feelings, they’ve all been through so much. And I know lots of younger people are getting into Nanny McPhee and watching it for the first time because of Thomas Brodie Sangster, and they have come to Tumblr to look for some fan content on it.

A few notes : I am autistic, and got diagnosed when I was 15! Sometimes I may be a little inactive on this blog, but that’s because I am so busy IRL right now, lol. I do take requests, but I may not do all of them.

Link will go here when I have posted the first panel.

What are my current projects? I may make a stand-alone post for this, but right now I’ll keep it here.

Currently I am qorking on :

- An AU of Nanny McPhee, in a fanfic format with some possible artwork!

Link will go here when I have posted the first chapter. (HINT: Very Soon!)

- A small comic of the domestic life after the events of Nanny McPhee.

Where am I from? I’m British 🇬🇧, and have lived in England my whole life.

I believe that is the end of my intro post, I do hope you will stick around !!!

— Maya xx