Could I get something for Miles with a crush who also fear elevators? Literally anything honestly ( projecting? What's that hahahaha ) your writing is so good I'm w e a k ;-;
You sure can, pal! I got a lot more carried away with this one than I thought I would, hope you enjoy it because it was a blast to write. ^^ Thank you for the kind words and for reading so many of my things, seeing you in my notifications always makes me smile.Feat. Reader who’s scared of elevators!
Going up to Edgeworth’s office up on the twelfth floor is always a challenge… It’s too many sets of stairs to justify getting some ‘exercise’ so you always have to bite the bullet and get on the elevator. As far as elevators go, it feels safer than most, but you still don’t trust it.
Your eyes cycle between staring at the lit up button and the shiny steel of the doors themselves as you wait for the elevator to come back down. The pit in your stomach is more distracting than usual and you’re fairly sure it’s because of Miles, himself, standing right beside you with the plastic bag containing lunches that you’d brought in hand (when you’d bumped into him returning at the same time, he’d insisted that he carry it). You can hear it crinkle as he shifts it every once in a while, but otherwise the silence between you is tense.
It’s always harder to have to try and pretend like elevators don’t bother you, to pass as ‘normal’.
You aren’t able to linger on such thoughts as the chime of the elevator sounds and the doors slide open. The two of you step on and Miles presses the ‘12′ button before falling back to stand beside you. A deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, you watch the doors slide shut before the elevator lurches upwards. The air almost immediately becomes suffocating in its quiet.
2… 3… 4…
Counting the soft dings that come with each floor gives you something to distract yourself with. A countdown to returning to the safety of solid, unmoving ground to pass the time.
5… 6… 7…
The elevator stutters on its way up, a small and common type of hiccup in its movements. To you, however? It’s all it takes to send your mind into a catastrophizing free fall. Without even thinking about it, you instinctively turn to Miles and grab his nearest hand, the empty one, in desperate need of something tangible comforting.
8…
He practically jumps out of his skin at the contact, blush exploding across his face before creeping back toward his ears. Looking toward you, he opens his mouth as if to say something, but promptly closes it, there’s an almost panicked look in his eyes despite seeming bewildered. It reminds you of how a child looks when you’ve caught them doing something embarrassing. However, his expression quickly shifts by the simple act of his brows drawing down and knitting together, confusion seamlessly transitioning into concern.
9…
A different kind of panic lurches into your throat as you realize the full extent of what you just did. You’d given yourself away and managed to grab your crush’s hand. Turning back away from him, you loosen your grip on his hand in preparation to release it.
Instead, he looks forward again, too, but gives your hand a gentle squeeze before you can pull away. A silent way of telling you that you don’t have to. It… almost feels as if he’s pleading you not to?
So you don’t and curl your fingers back around his hand.
10… 11…
The rest of the way, you can’t stop thinking about the fact that you’re holding hands with Miles. The fact that you’re on an elevator becomes only a minor detail.
12…
You let go of his hand right before the door slides open and step out, walking side by side as you make a beeline for his office. Just glad to be off that stifling hot death trap and into the cool air of the hallway.
He unlocks his office and holds the door open for you before following you inside, all with ease despite only having one hand available. How can he be perfect at everything?
“I’m, um, sorry about all of that?” You let out a nervous laugh as you sit down on the sofa in his office, placing your hands on your knees as you stare into your lap. “I’m just… scared of elevators? A little bit?”
Your face feels like it’s on fire at the admission, it’s such a childish fear to have to the average person. And Miles is so much more than an average person, too, despite his actions in the elevator you can’t help but feel like he must view you as silly or childish now.
“For what it’s worth… I’m… no fan of them, either.”
You look up to him, only to see that he’s looking away with a subtle grimace on his face. There’s either a story there or a similar sense of shame to the one you share, perhaps a bit of both.
That certainly does explain the look he gave you—he must’ve thought you noticed him startle from the same error.
“But let’s speak of this no more,” he says, expression returning to its usual stoic glower as he pulls out the two containers of food you’d brought (although is there still some light pink on his cheeks?). “I believe we have plenty of other more pressing matters to discuss in this meeting.”
You give him a nod and a smile when he stands up and brings your food over to you; unable to help finding his serious handling of your friendly lunch together more than a little endearing. When he hands you the container, his fingers accidentally brush against yours, reminding you of the fact that you’d just held that hand only minutes ago… and how nice it felt. The thought causes heat to prickle along your cheeks once again.
He can’t bring himself to look at you (oh, his cheeks are definitely flushed now) and as soon as you have a firm grasp, he pulls his hand away and promptly retreats back to the safety of his desk.
Maybe… he had the same line of thought?
You give yourself a subtle shake of the head as you open the box and move to take a first bit of your meal. Surely not. He’s probably just flustered by what happened, too, you know he’s not the most physically affectionate person.
Before you can get too lost in thought again, he prompts the conversation by asking about your day and any lingering embarrassment promptly evaporates between the excellent company and food.
May I have a matchup for APH/Pokemon/Ace Attourney, if it's not muck trouble? I'm a straight woman, with long curly brown hair and big brown eyes with glasses. I'm the 'mom friend ', and I like to draw ,write, cook, watch Anime, and listen to musicals! I'm easily excitable, fairly outgoing, and fairly social! I don't talk about feelings much, so we'd gotta be really close for me to say anything about that. I talk a ton about the things I like, but nothing much else. I'm a good listener, though!
APH: Alfred Jones (APH America)!
- Alfred would definitely benefit from an s/o like you who’s more of a mom friend. He doesn’t make the best decisions sometimes, so having an s/o that can act as his impulse control from time to time would be very helpful. He’d also love to watch anime with you.
Pokemon: Raihan!
- Raihan would love an extroverted s/o like you! He’s pretty outgoing, especially with his online presence. An s/o like you would compliment that really well, as you’d often have to go out and socialize at events or competitions because you’re Raihan’s partner.
AA: Klavier!
- He would love a talkative s/o that’s passionate about what they like. Even if he didn’t really understand what you’re talking about sometimes, he’d still love to listen because of how interested you are in those subjects. He’d enjoy that you’d listen to him the same way too.
What about a Miles walking in on his S/O singing to themself? ;-; your fics got me weak you are doing God's work ♥️♥️♥️
gosh, you got me on the floor with your kindness, pal! ;;u;; but this was such a cute prompt!!! thank you so much for sending it in, i had way too much fun writing this.
Edgeworth’s head is still pounding with a headache as he closes the door behind him with a sigh, just thankful to be home at a decent time for the first time that week. It’s when he’s slipping off his shoes that his ears pick up the sound of an all too familiar tune: the Steel Samurai theme.
And it sounds an awful lot like your voice.
Curious, he follows it to the kitchen only to find you already cooking dinner, singing the theme to his favorite show as you work. It’s… domestic. And he can’t help but smile as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the archway as he admires you—feeling his headache rapidly fade into the background and his brows relax.
Never in his life had he thought that he’d even want a relationship like the one the two of you now had, let alone that he’d come to treasure it as much as he did.
You turn to grab something and give an undignified yelp when you see your better half standing there (just watching you sing like an idiot as you cook!), he startles backwards at the sound. Your face flushes red as your happiness at him being home early and your embarrassment at him catching you like that. “H-How long have you been there!?”
“… About a half a minute,” he admits before shaking his head and giving a shrug with a subtle, teasing upturn of his lips. “But I must admit that was… quite the performance.”
You stare at him for a few moments, feeling your face heat up even more than it already was. But a grin quickly broke out across your face as an idea came to you and it was a look that Edgeworth had a rather bad feeling about. “Hmph. Is that so? Well, I’d like to see you try and do better, then, Mr. Samaniac…!”
He crosses his arms over his chest once again, finger tapping rapidly against the crook of his arm. Now it’s his turn to blush as you turn the situation back around onto him. “I-I think not.”
“But Miles, it’s only fair, you heard me, after all!” you say, glad that you’re at a point in the cooking process where you have some time to cross the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist—giving him your best puppy dog eyes.
His right eyebrow twitches as he closes his eyes, blush spreading up to his ears at the contact. “I’ve worked with the detective for too long, I’m sorry to say that I’m impervious to that look. But what I will do is help you finish cooking.”
“…Sure, but only if we get to sing a duet!”
“Nghrk…! A-Absolutely not!”
You let out a delighted laugh before resuming, he follows not far behind to give you a hand—embarrassed, but content. And he couldn’t help but hum the theme under his breath, now that you’d managed to get it stuck in his head for the evening.
what other fandoms are you in? If you dont mind saying, that is!
hhhh in terms of being a Content Creator™️ and active in the fandom? I’m just Ace Attorney right now and I don’t plan on changing that for the foreseeable future. this is the easiest and most fun i’ve had writing in eons.
However, in terms of consuming content or just enjoying the series itself, here’s a helping of some of the things I’m into to varying degrees at any given point in time (put under a cut bc it is Long):
Pokemon (including Mystery Dungeon, Colosseum/XD Gale of Darkness, and Ranger!!! love the spinoffs!!!)
Dragon Age (Merrill..........)
Persona (3-5, mainly 5 nowadays though)
Animal Crossing
Fire Emblem (the 3DS games onwards)
Stardew Valley
Mystic Messenger (Jaehee.........)
Hatoful Boyfriend
My Hero Academia
Black Clover
Death Note (i have not let it go yet lmao)
Neon Genesis Evangelion
A Silent Voice
Princess Tutu (also have yet to let it go)
Fruits Basket
Soul Eater
Castlevania (the anime, the games have been on my to play list Forever similar to AA, i will eventually get to them!!!)
Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery
Starkid Productions
Good Omens
The Good Place
Star Wars (esp. The Clone Wars, but I still need to watch Season 7!!!)
Hannibal
West World
Gentleman Jack
Penny Dreadful
Lucifer
The West Wing
The Shape of Water
Kingsman
What We Do in the Shadows (both movie and the show)
A Song of Ice and Fire
The Name of the Wind
Pride & Prejudice (and any/all of Austen’s works TBH, i love her)
Phantom of the Opera (musical and OG book)
Frankenstein
Heathers (both movie and musical)
SIX
The Adventure Zone (i fell off after the Balance Arc, I’ve been meaning to get caught up for the Longest Time)
i sure have acquired a lot over the years lmao. Nothing too exciting though!
Bro your blog is the perfect mix of shitpost and great writing I love it
adsflkjadsfklasjdf we have our good pal, meme anon, to thank for that!!! and the vine anon(s)? Some are signed from meme anon while others are not, so I’m not sure who all sends them but i love and appreciate them???
