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♡‧₊˚ i got my eyes on you ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ ─ MILESTONE MASTERLIST
HI EVERYONE!! I hope everyone is excited to this milestone event hehe! It ended up being 10 reqs in total and I just wanna send everyone a HUGE thank you again for sticking with me throughout the months on this crazy site hehe. I tried to keep most of the tropes relevant to the original requests but I added my own ideas/flare to some of them!! any of the ✰'s you see are added hehe
For those who are out of the loop, please refer to this OG post about the event! Anyways, I hope you guys look forward to this!! I've been dying to write some new ideas hehe
COMING SOON:
OF THREADS AND RIBBONS ─ MEGUMI F.
synopsis: you can see the red strings of fate holding people together, but no one is allowed to know that. that fact didn't stop you from using your knowledge to nudge soulmates together. of course, this led to you getting a reputation as the class matchmaker, which isn't an issue until your soulmate, Megumi Fushiguro, asks you to set him up with someone else.
tropes: soulmate AU, college AU
ALWAYS BE MY MAYBE ─ MEGUMI F.
synopsis: upon graduating and landing your first job outside of college, you soon realize that being in your twenties suck. outside of working nine hours everyday, setting time for the gym, and making shitty home cooked meals, you have a new stressor joining your team on monday - your ex.
tropes: second chances, office romance
NOT LIKE GOLD IN YOUR DREAMS ─ SUKUNA R.
synopsis: your tycoon family has done you the favor of finding the 'perfect' bachelor, aiming to strengthen their connections and net worth. and who is your future husband? cold, brash, and down right dangerous. he is the definition of devastation poured and disguised in a suit.
tropes: arranged marriage, slow burn, billionaire!sukuna ✰
BUT YOU'RE A MASTERPIECE ─ SATORU G.
synopsis: when your friends urge you to take up a new hobby, you decide on figure drawing. you convince yourself that it'll be a good way to make friends, to let your hands and mind run loose for three hours, and maybe you'll find the passion for art again. what you didn't expect is to fall in love with your nude model.
tropes: slow burn, model/artist AU ✰
NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS ─ SATORU G.
synopsis: the last thing you'd expect after moving to raccoon city is a zombie outbreak. but good thing you have a hot police officer to look after you, right?
tropes: zombie AU, christmas AU, police officer!gojo ✰, resident evil AU ✰
YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MISTER GOJO ─ SATORU G.
synopsis: satoru gojo is spoiled and arrogant. he's also the next in line to inherit his family's fortune. his father sends him far away in a small town for a week in hopes that he'll 'change' for the better. instead of the usual five-starred hilton hotels, he stays at a local inn and starts to befriend the owner's daughter.
tropes: small town romance, christmas au, golden retriever x black cat
SPITTIN' OUT LIKE LISTERINE ─ RIN I.
synopsis: sae is great at a lot of things, his brother... not so much. when sae calls you up to tutor rin for his upcoming exams the first thought should've been 'yeah, sounds like easy money' rather than 'why does it look like he wants to kill me right now'.
tropes: best friend's brother, forced proximity, tutor!reader ✰
FROM NEW YORK, WITH LOVE ─ RIN I.
synopsis: new york city is always depicted as the place to be, known for its big hopes and even bigger dreams. but when you and rin reunite, after being apart for two years, you're both surrounded by broken promises and empty wishes. maybe coming here was a mistake after all. because exs can't just be friends, right?
tropes: second chance, hurt/comfort, college AU
NEW GAME PLUS ─ RIN I.
synopsis: ranked number three on the top streaming platform, twitch, rin hides his secret identity pretty well for a college student. during the day, he's studying non-stop and, when night comes, he's getting headshots left and right while yelling into comms. he absolutely hates losing, which is why you're on his shit list - AKA the second top streamer and the second best sniper in all of asia. so what does rin do when he finds out that you're suddenly his new project partner?
tropes: esport AU, rivals to lovers, college AU, overwatch ✰ (i picked this game bc i know a lot of it lol i hope you don't mind)
ICE, ICE, BABY ─ YOICHI I.
synopsis: you don't do spontaneous and you hate it when things don't align with your routine. so when the school's hockey team messes up their rink and has to settle with the figure skating one, you'll do everything in your power to make sure you'll reach the nationals - even if it means distracting the hockey team's star player.
tropes: hockey player!isagi, figure skater!reader ✰, enemies to lovers
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#doobea writing#doobea milestone - masterlist#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna ryoumen x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#isagi x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader
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for your kiss prompts, i think ""i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"" has big Tony energy 💋
Aha! I return! Just like before, this is Part 1 of a 3-part fic combined from the other two prompts in my inbox
Hope you enjoy! <3
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Steve had almost said no when Natasha set him up on yet another blind date. He’s been on way too many of those things and he’s getting tired of them. It’s not that the people she recommends are bad but none of them have clicked with him like he was hoping for when she’d first suggested the idea. Natasha is a great matchmaker; she’s set up most of the people in their circle of friends. And after years of trying and failing to find a long-term partner, Steve had been willing to take a chance on just about anyone. He’d had high hopes for her suggestions, though; after all, no one else had seen the potential in Sam and Bucky. But none of them had worked out.
When she’d come to him with another date after the last failure, he’d almost turned her down. He’d been planning on turning her down. He’s still not sure how she’d talked him into agreeing to just one more blind date.
But he’s glad that he did because Tony is amazing. He’s funny and smart and a great tipper, which is always a plus in Steve’s book. He listens intently as Steve talks about his art and doesn’t go so over his head when he’s talking about his own work in robotics. They don’t agree on anything but the big things, but somehow, arguing with Tony over his favorite books and movies and hot drinks is more fun than if they liked all of the same things.
He had walked to the restaurant since he lives only a few blocks away. As it turns out, so does Tony, though in the opposite direction, so Steve offers to walk him home because his ma raised a gentleman. Tony looks delighted at the hand that Steve offers him and takes it, shyly confessing that he’s never had a partner who wanted to hold hands in public (Steve would like to hunt down every person who never wanted to be seen in public with him).
When they reach Tony’s apartment—a much nicer building than the one Steve lives in, all gilded Art Deco and bright open spaces—Tony tugs them to a stop just under the awning.
“This was really nice,” he says. “I’d like to do this again.”
“Oh good, me too,” Steve replies around a relieved sigh and then immediately wants to put his face in his hands. That probably sounded too eager, didn’t it? He’s supposed to play it cool, say something like ‘yeah, sure,’ right?
Tony, however, just giggles. “It’s nice not having to worry if you’re playing games,” he says. Oh. That makes things better.
“So I guess we should exchange phone numbers, then?” he asks. It’s been so long since he cared about a second date that he’s forgotten how this is supposed to go.
“Probably,” Tony agrees and waits for Steve to pull out his phone so he can recite his number. Steve texts him a quick This is Steve, so Tony will have his number.
“Guess I should wish you a goodnight, then,” Steve says, kind of wishing that the night never had to end.
“You don’t think you’re forgetting something?” Tony looks very amused.
Steve thinks back over the night. He’s got his wallet, he has Tony’s phone number, they’ve agreed to see each other again. “…No?”
“I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” Tony says.
“Oh!” Steve exclaims. “You’d—you’d like that?”
Tony steps in closer to him, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders. “Yeah, big guy, I’d like that a lot.”
Well, Steve can kiss him. That’s totally something he can do. That’s—Tony kisses him first, tasting like strawberry daiquiris and powdered sugar from the dessert they’d shared. Steve’s hands settle on his hips, fingers digging into the probably-expensive fabric of his shirt. His eyes flutter closed, his mind blank, existing in the moment instead of worrying about what happens next.
It comes to an end all too soon. Tony steps back, and Steve’s eyes open again in time to see his soft smile.
“Goodnight, Tony,” Steve murmurs.
Tony leans in to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll text you.”
“Okay,” he agrees, thinking it’ll be the next day before Tony contacts him for another date. But to his surprise, he’s barely gone two feet down the street before his phone buzzes.
He pulls it out and can’t help smiling at the message: Are you free tomorrow?
Alright, so maybe Natasha’s pretty good at this after all.
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If rin rin hadn't died and her and wukong stayed married, would macaque leave ffm as soon as he realized he was starting to have feelings for his married friend? Or maybe rinrin would matchmake shadowpeach for a V shaped poly situation (or not V shaped, cause rin rin and macaque would be a interesting pairing, I see potential there)
Oh, I like this ask. This scenario has a potential I’ve never considered.
(More below)
Macaque and Wukong met during one of the Monkey King’s adventures outside of FFM so poor guy would be hopelessly smitten with Wukong by the time he followed him back to FFM. That would be when he realized that his friend and crush (though he didn’t know it yet) was married.
RinRin is kind and wonderful and so many things that Macaque wasn’t. She was a beautiful flower blossoming under the sunlight. She was completely perfect for Wukong in every way. When Macaque realized his feelings for Wukong, he wished that he could hate her, but he couldn’t. She was so welcoming to Macaque and so kind and so generous and - wait, why was she pushing him into a closet with Wukong?! What does she mean she wouldn’t unlock the door until they finally kiss and confess their feelings like adults??? What is happening?!?!?!
Back to RinRin’s side of things, she took one look at her husband and the newcomer and instantly knew that they were in love. Was she upset about this? Well, she was a little hurt for about five minutes before Macaque opened his mouth and hello. With a voice that can melt butter and competent? She could see what drew her husband in.
If her husband’s adventuring resulted with him bringing back a yaoguai like Macaque, RinRin could start seeing the appeal of it.
And then seeing the Shadowpeach chemistry? She’s shipping it. She’s on board.
Now remember: this is a RinRin who survived the Demon King of Confusion and his court. Not only that but played them like a fiddle. So once she decided that she and her husband must keep Macaque, she pulls all stops on making him stay.
RinRin all but woos Macaque and showers him with all the positive attention and gifts she could give without being too pushy. She makes sure that the rest of FFM is aware that he is a monkey who she and her husband is interested in so they should make him feel welcome. She takes the effort to get to know him better and befriending him.
RinRin throws Wukong at him too. She pretties him up and encourages him to take Macaque out for fun activities catered to Macaque’s favorite things. She literally makes her husband into a honeypot to entice Macaque to stay.
Unfortunately, Wukong is dense and somehow manages to constantly friendzone Macaque despite RinRin’s efforts. She’s practically spoonfeeding these morons and they’re spitting her hard work out.
RinRin (holds Wukong’s face gently): You are so, so pretty. And yet so, so stupid. Like a peacock. A pretty and stupid peacock. Why are you like this?
Wukong (head empty): Mrrp?
RinRin escalates to locking the two together in rooms but that doesn’t work. In the end, she practically has to stay in the room with them and spell out that they’re in love with each other. She point blank asks Macaque to be their consort, cutting what might’ve been centuries of unnecessary pining.
And so, the King, the Queen, and their Warrior live happily ever after.
#queen of the mountain#shadowpeach#Peachflower#shadowflower#answered asks#rinrin seeing shadowpeach: hot#rinrin later: I’m sick of these two I want them to explode#truly the shadowpeach experience#consort macaque
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Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion Part 1
Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?
Marc Marquez introduces you to Carlos Sainz, the F1 driver and you hit it off pretty well from the start.
Prestory
A/N: This is the start of the real story :) If you want to be tagged, let me know. And this is all FICTIONAL!
Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)
Warnings: none
18.03.2023
yourusername22 ☑️
Tarragona, Spain
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yourusername22 Waiting for the season to begin😤
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motogp So are we! Two more weeks to go!
marcmarquez93 Is this why it takes you so long from Valencia to Barcelona?
yourusername22 Shut up, goof! We will be there soon!
alexmarquez73 She wanted to stop for a burger🍔
yourusername22 Alex!! You snitch!
fabioquartararo20 Did Mama and Papa Marquez finally adopt you, @yourusername22?😂
marcmarquez93 she wishes she would be that cool!
yourusername22 Hey! I am that cool!
alexmarquez73 Y/N as a sister? OMFG that would be the death of me! I’m happy I get a break from her now and then!
yourusername22 Can I put you up for adoption @alexmarquez73?
motogplover Oh, I love this family dynamic! And the bike!😍
annie564 YOU ARE THE BEST!❤️
marquezlover96 can we finally accept the Y/N/Marc ship? PLEASE!😍
siennariver63 NO! They are more like brother and sister. That would be🤢
bikerbaaabe I would totally ship that! Y/N and Marc for the win!😍
marcmarquez93 ☑️
Barcelona, Spain
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marcmarquez93 Finally reunited with this gem 💎 @yourusername22
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hrc_motogp Never gonna stop! 🤟🏼
motogp ❤️
alexmarquez73 Credits to the photographer 📸
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jackmilleraus are you cheating on me @yourusername22?😥
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carlossainz55 How about a pitstop? 🍻
marcmarquez93 Always!
Annie483 I LOVE their friendship so much! ❤️
carlosssssainz F1 and MotoGP fusion? 🔥
formula1girl FINALLY! 🔥🔥🔥
marquezlover Is Marc matchmaking Carlos and Y/N? 😍😍
MariieeMoto This would be AWESOME! 🔥
Motorlover Or, Carlos could introduce her to @charles_leclerc? They would be an absolute stunning power couple! 😍
Sammythebiker #motogpF1fusion #racingship
21.03.2023
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Barcelona, Spain
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marcmarquez93 Always happy to see you, my friend. @carlossainz55
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f1 #racingfamily 😍
yourusername22 A happy welcome to the new goof @carlossainz55!
carlossainz55 Happy to belong to you goofs! 💙
marcmarquez93 But don’t you dare steal my #1 goof! 🤨
carlossainz55 I wouldn’t dare!
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angie6745 OMFG he did it! He introduced them! #racingship
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#MotoGP x Formula 1#MotoGP#Formula 1#Formula 1 x oc#Formula 1 x reader#MotoGP x reader#MotoGP x OC#Marc Marquez x Reader#Carlos Sainz x Reader#Charles Leclerc x Reader
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Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 3
Pairing: Rex x Female Reader
AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU
Rating: SFW (minor language)
Summary: Rex deals with his siblings.
Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations.
Word Count: 2166 (The boys are a problem)
Note: This did only turn out to be only one part. Evidently I copy/pasted too much at one time? Ah well!
Link to Playlist I use for this AU
Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4
Rex thought they would go back to the barracks after that. Maybe the mess before they decided to go and do their own thing. Or maybe he’d have an opportunity to slip away to the fresher without them noticing.
But no, they kept him in the middle of the group and headed to a diner for lunch. Where they were joined by others. Hardcase and Tup waited with, to his horror Cody.
Great, now his little brothers had teamed with his big brother to harass him.
“Not happy to see me, Rex’ika?” He asked sarcastically.
“You, yes,” Rex answered, taking the seat next to him, “you with this crew? This is nothing good.”
Fives tried for wide eyed innocence, failing miserably, “but ori’vod we just want the best for you,”
“It making you kriffing embarrassed is just a bonus!” Cody added as Rex wondered how kind and responsible Cody turned into a deviant as soon as he got around this group. He suspected the mission he had taken Fives on had encouraged this side of him.
He rolled his eyes and settled in his chair as his com alerted him to files being delivered to his data pad. His stomach twisted, wondering if it would have just been safer to not do this. Maybe he should have spent more time around civilians first.
Further internally kicking himself. How was this so hard, when charging into a battle with the odds against him was so much easier. Then again, he might not ever get matched. Who would want to deal with a partner that was gone on missions half the time?
He felt a sharp punch to his shoulder. Tup, next to him pointed at Kix and said “he made me do it!”
“Technically Kix said he needed to and Cody ordered him to,” Echo recounted.
“You were spiraling,” Kix shrugged.
“I’m never going to turn down a chance for you to get punched,” Cody shrugged. He had never forgiven the one time Rex bested him in sparring.
“Are you okay?” Jesse asked.
“Not like I haven’t taken a hit before, Jess” Rex snapped.
“That’s not what he’s talking about,” Echo observed.
Tup touched his shoulder, gently but firmly. His wide eyed innocence was genuine. “Worried about you, ori’vod. You’re going to be okay, you shouldn’t worry,” he said quietly.
Rex patted his hand saying, “Thanks Tup,”
“Truly the baby.” Fives complained. “Less than a minute ago Tup punched him, now he’s thanking him!”
“It’s because he’s actually nice,” Hardcase put in.
Rex loved his brothers, really he did. And he appreciated the way he could spend time with them like this and then later when they had to be on duty they readily followed the chain of command. But he wished they wouldn’t be quite so obnoxious.
If he could just go back to his quarters he could try and process this. His life was good as it was, why seek something better? Was it worth disrupting what was already good?
Kix snapped his fingers in front of his face, “you’re doing it again, stay with us,”
“Next time, I’m punching you,”Cody threatened.
Rex shot Cody a glare, frowning. He was the one that had coerced him into telling Kix about his defects. The ones he had successfully hidden from the Kaminoans for years. Ones that he found that in the less hectic, more social post war galaxy were more of a problem.
“Why does this have to be so hard?” He sighed.
“Because tactics, strategy, and battle are things you know a lot about.” Kix answered. “Social, not so much. Considering we struggle with civis because we only socialized with each other for most of our lives. It’s not surprising. Some people naturally take to it like Jesse. Some are too dense to have any tact like Fives and Hardcase”
“Hey, wait a minute!” They yelled in unison, standing.
“He isn’t wrong,” Cody said.
The two grumbled but backed down.
“We are used to guidelines we already know, regs, our own social norms. We know how and when to break them. The wider galaxy, not so much unless it’s Jedi,”Echo added.
“You breaking regs is the one thing I never thought I would see,” Fives said.
“Only because you don’t pay attention,” Echo answered.
“We aren’t having this conversation again, are we?” Jesse asked, annoyed.
“They haven’t had it yet today,” Kix pointed out.
“This isn’t what we are here for,” Cody shook his head.
“I thought we were here to eat,” Rex said, hoping the conversation would be directed once again to the brotherly banter and leave him and his life out of it. He was even more hopeful, but slightly confused when food was brought to the table.
"Did I miss ordering?" Rex asked.
"Yeah, you were in your head so we got you what you always get anyways," Jesse said, dumping sauce on his plate.
“Cody’s right, we’re here to help our dear brother with his love life,” Fives grinned.
Rex glared at Fives, “I don’t need your help,”
Fives who all too used to it, grinned back cheekily, “Yes you do!”
“I think you should hear Fives out, at the very least it could be amusing. Maybe you can find out what not to do,” Jesse told him.
“I’ll have you know I have some great conversation starters!” Fives insisted.
“Conversation starters? Is that what we are calling pick up lines now?” Echo asked.
Tup snorted next to him, trying to hold back a laugh, but the others laughed freely while Fives looked indignant.
Then Fives asserted, “you have to break the ice some how!” Hardcase nodded in agreement.
“Hello, how are you today? Isn’t good enough for you?”Kix asked.
“Well you could say that to anyone, couldn’t you?” Fives responded. “Now something like What does it feel like to be the most gorgeous girl in the room? Now you can’t say that to just anyone!”
Everyone except Fives was laughing now, Tup giving up all pretense of staying neutral.
“Really Fives? That’s the best you got?” Jesse taunted. “If you are going to use a pick up line, you might as well go all in!”
“You can do better?” Fives asked.
“Can and have!” Jesse answered.
“Really? What do you got?” Fives challenged.
“So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?” Jesse answered.
Echo groaned through his laugh “this is so bad it hurts,”
Hardcase pushed down the laughter to say, “Oh! I got one! If you were a blaster you’d be set to stun!”
Groaning laughter ensued.
"I got one Kix is going to LOVE," Jesse said, "Do you have a bacta patch? I skinned my knee when I fell for you!"
"That's terrible!" Kix choked out.
They passed around several more bad pick up lines, Fives listing off ones he actually thought were good.
"So Fives, if they are so successful, which did you use for Petra?" Cody asked.
"Well, um..."Fives began.
"He didn't," Echo chimed in, "He didn't say anything, she had to talk to him first,"
"How would you even know that?" Fives asked.
Echo shrugged, "Sliced your com,"
"You listened in to the entire date?" Fives almost yelled.
Jesse shook his head, "Na we stopped, it was boring,"
"WHAT?" Fives gasped. "I didn't do that to you!"
"Because you don't know HOW to," Echo answered.
Fives sat back, grumbling about how he was going to beat all of them during the next hand to hand training. And Rex made a note to himself that if he ever did end up with a date, to make sure his com was powered down. Even so, he relaxed. Their banter was comforting.
"'Case, do you have to do that?" Echo asked, wrinkling his nose.
"Yup!" Hardcase answered, making a show of dipping his fries into his shake.
"Disgusting," Echo said.
“It’s delicious!” Hardcase answered doing it again.
“Fives, trade me spots so I don’t have to watch this,” Echo complained.
“Oh no, Fives and Hardcase can not sit together if we ever want to come back here again” Rex stopped them.
“Back to the topic at hand!” Cody said.
Rex groaned,” if you have to do this, do we have to here?”
“Yes,” they all answered.
“Where did you put on the list for first date?” Jesse asked.
“Absolutely not telling you that,” Rex said sharply.
“It’s not that hard to figure out,” Echo said, as he glared at Hardcase. Hardcase was still happily dipping his fries in his shake with a huge grin.
“What do you mean?” Tup asked.
“Echo means Rex will choose somewhere familiar, so instead of just saying a diner he would pick this one,” Kix explained.
“He only goes like six places,” Jesse pointed out.
“I go other places!!” Rex insisted.
“Well there is here,” Tup pointed out, loosing baby brother privilege points.
“He can’t very well have someone meet him on the Resolute or in the barracks,” Echo added.
“Not the Jedi Temple or the training hall,” Cody said.
“There’s Clio’s mom's place” Fives glanced at Rex, who was was now trying to ignore them and focus on the food he had only been picking at.
He glanced at Tup, who was listening to the conversation and munching on fries. Tup was safe, he wouldn’t tell the others.
“He does tend to disappear sometimes,” Kix said.
Rex shrugged, “Walking around Coruscant,” true, to an extent. Thankfully they were ignoring Tup, while he might not outright tell them. None of them were great at lying.
“It’s either going to be here or the cafe,”Fives insisted.
“I would hope he wouldn’t meet here for his first date,” Cody answered. “I’m pretty sure he has more class than that,”
“I’ll just hear about it from Clio then,” Echo said, satisfied. His partner was as talkative as his batch brother and had become fast friends with Fives.
Deciding to call and see if he could add a few places to the list tomorrow, the others seemed satisfied in their deduction and moved on.
“How long do you think it will be before he gets a message?” Jesse asked. “It took a standard week for me,”
“Same,” Fives and Echo.
“Four rotations,” Cody added.
“Three,” Kix said.
Tup didn’t say anything, but he had heard back the very next morning.
Hardcase was the only one who hadn’t gone as he was with someone he had met at 79’s.
“Maybe not at all,” Rex said. “There aren’t going to be many okay with someone who gets shipped out often.”
“No reason to think we all won’t be lucky, Rex’ika,” Cody hit his shoulder. “But we shouldn’t push ours here much longer,”
“Awe, Rex you’ll get your wish for a more private talk,” Fives said.
Rex didn’t even bother to hope to shake them this time as they followed him back to his quarters. He did wonder at what point he’d be successful in kicking them out of his room. Especially with Cody being one of them.
He was surprised when they approached his quarters.
“With me, Kix,” Cody said, “the rest of you, goodbye”
“What?!?!” Echo and Fives chorused.
Hardcase laughed, like he figured as much.
“Why does Kix get to stay?” Jesse almost pouted.
Just then Rex’s com chimed. He grabbed it on reflex, figuring it was either Skywalker with some wild ideas for the next relief mission or Fox needing an extra squad for rounds that night.
“Captain Rex,” he said, in what his closest brothers called his ‘Captain voice’.
“Hello again Rex, I did not think I would be contacting you this soon. This is Isa from Right to Love,” the woman said.
Rex’s mind immediately went to them rejecting his profile. Who would want a clone with his defects, an active duty one at that.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” he said, trying to turn from his now very interested brothers. “I thought you were someone else,”
“Ooooo” and “no way, already?” And “Faster than Tup!” more than one of his brothers had pieced it together. He made a rude gesture to them over his shoulder.
“That’s quite alright,” she said. “I was contacting you about a match,”
He felt like electricity was buzzing under his skin, through his brain, he went cold. He had another pang of missing his armor.
“I spoke with her this afternoon. I think you two aren’t only compatible, but you have quite a bit in common,” Isa continued. “You should get along wonderfully…”
This would have to happen with everyone here. He could almost feel the buzz of excitement behind him. They were excited for him. As much teasing as they did and would do, he knew they wanted the best for him.
“You are able to meet tomorrow evening?” She asked.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he answered.
“I just sent you more information, short profile, time, location. You should have everything you need, but if there is anything else feel free to call us,” Isa finished.
“Thank you,” he responded.
“Have a wonderful time! Goodnight!” And she disconnected.
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AxZ Week Day 5: Poetry
@senshixshitennouweeks
In Silver Millennium, Serenity hands her a slip of parchment, claiming she found it tucked into the hollow of a tree where she had met with her beloved Endymion (she suspects that she was simply playing matchmaker).
The words compare her to a pool of water on a hot day, keeping refreshing, serene, and reflective in pleasing rhyme and meter.
Though it’s short, it’s words stir something in the princess of Mercury and she wishes to know who made such lovely phrases on the tiny blue planet that Serenity is so fond of.
Soon, Serenity brings her more messages that flatter her about her mind and her ambitions, mentioning her beauty to punctuate the writer’s fascination with her.
She never finds out who it is, though. The Silver Millennium falls soon after.
He’s in the library, looking for inspiration for a new energy gathering scheme for their great ruler. His last plan had backfired spectacularly (Video rental stores were not an antiquated idea; it was novel and retro!) and he was going to find something full proof. Beryl was getting impatient.
He pulled a book from the shelf and opened it. A piece of loose-leaf paper, folded into eighths fell from between.
Curious, he picked it up and unfolded it.
I wish to share my words, read the lines of text, to let others know my dreams.
The words stir something in Zoisite and, against his better judgement, pulls out a pen and scrawls a reply, trying to match the number of syllables and give it some kind of rhyme scheme.
Your words have found me now, and filled my heart to the seams.
It’s a simple poem, nothing he’d want to show anyone, but at least he got it out of his system. Putting the paper in between the pages of the book, Zoisite puts the book back and heads for the music section. He’d always been interested in that, so maybe something would inspire him.
Just as he turned the corner, a girl with short dark hair and blue eyes turned the corner and took the book he had just replaced.
The two of them stand awkwardly a week after their second (really third) meeting. They could sit down in one of Crown Arcade’s many booths, especially since it was a slow day, but that would mean sitting across from one another or, God forbid, beside one another.
She’s still not sure trusting him is a logical decision.
He’s still not sure if she even wants to talk to him.
The tension is thick and cloying, a sensation like wearing an old frayed sweater by a campfire.
“So… um… you like to read?”
It’s a dumb question. Between the three books she’s carrying and the reading glasses in her pocket, anyone could see that.
“Yes,” she answers simply. There’s no malice in her voice, but no feeling either. It’s a simple fact.
He retreats to his room when he returns home, trying to write his heart out on a yellow legal pad and trying to take his mind off how Mizuno could even tolerate him ever again.
It’s all chicken scratch though. Even simple fluff poems about flowers being pretty seem to be hard for him to write.
A call from his prince draws him out of his stupor and into battle against a leftover creature.
It’s a bulky, bulbous monster called a Daimon that was apparently made by science.
“Are we winning?” Nephrite calls after his sneak attack completely fails.
“Do you want the truth or one of those little white lies to make you feel better?”
Jadeite’s frustration is understandable, if the improvised bandage on his leg is anything to go on. Mars’s fire seems to have no effect on the creature, Tuxedo Kamen and Sailor Moon are pinned by the Daimon’s onslaught with Nephrite and the other senshi are still trying to make their way across town.
“Mercury Aqua Rhapsody!”
Glittering streams of water streak at the creature, enveloping it in ice and suddenly, Zoisite’s mind fills with descriptions for the attack and for the trickling otherworldly harp strings that accompany it.
Even when Sailor Moon purifies the creature in a dazzling display, Zoisite’s attention is still on the Senshi of Water.
The muse has struck him hard and maybe he can work up the nerve to thank her.
She recognizes his words when he submits to her, on a sheet of green paper, a poem about Hermes.
He recognizes her’s when he sees her handwriting in her little blue notebook.
Soon, little notes are passed between them. Verses plucked out of the ether to make little compliments.
Soon, they’re talking at length of wordsmiths and writers; who they like, who has the best descriptions, which would fit with music, which writer sounds like they would have voted for Shinzo Abe. Soon, it grows more intimate. Love poems, shared between the two of them, games that become heated the more passionate the poetry.
And the two of them begin to wonder when their games will be played to a work of their own composition.
#senxshiweek2023#senshi x shitennou#amizoi#ami mizuno#sailor mercury#zoisite#mercury x zoisite#My Writing
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just a suggestion, hope it doesn't come off as rude! i know you guys are already dealing with a lot of things because of the extended demo ^^" would you consider in the future doing a quiz for the boys? i like the three of them so much haha and in other vn blogs i've seen sometimes little 'soulmate quizzes' they're usually really simple but i think it gives off better understanding of the character/route and i'm not gonna lie, those matchmakings tests are fun lol wishing you the best with the developing~ 🧡
A quiz likeeeeee the stuff on quotev (you can see how old I am after saying that) or like that one site with the white background and— you know what that’s not very descriptive but I really can’t remember the name of that site
EITHER WAY
MAYBE??? lol it’s definitely a cool idea and we’ve gotten other asks about if we’re gonna make one of those “know your ship” fill in page things. And I can’t say I’m thinking of making anything like these soon, but you guys have brought it to my attention so maybe we’ll get to making one when we’re done with the extended demo!
No promises that we do but thanks for mentioning it! I shall put it on my possible to do list haha
Also thank you for the well wishes!
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Purple 4 for Sweet Tarts please?
Also for @onlygenxhere who asked: Something Purple for the color prompts
Carrie was so focused on the girl in the mirror in front of her she didn’t even hear the clicking of approaching heels.
“Must be hard to get used to.” Victoria said, a not entirely incorrect statement. An understatement more than anything. Carrie didn’t even recognize herself in the mirror, her nose looked way too small for her face; she didn’t need to use her hair to hard the tips of her ears anymore.
Forever free of the features she spent so long hating. The same face she finally learned to accept and love for who she was. Only to have it changed. Breaking a curse in exchange for having to relearn who she was.
Though Carrie wasn’t entirely sure how to articulate any of how she really felt. Too used to burying so many of her emotions over the years, and the kind sympathy crinkling the edges of Victoria’s eyes didn’t help. Thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about that as she spotted the manilla folder in Victoria’s arms.
“My mom trying to set me up again?” Carrie laughed, gesturing to the single folder. It wouldn’t surprise her, seeing as how her mother seemed to be struggling the most with Carrie’s announcement she was moving.
“Actually.” Victoria adjusted the folder in her hands, a rare note of uncertainty in her voice. “There’s something I thought you should know.
“Your mom wanted me to drop it. Said it was all for the better but that was before…” Her voice trailed off with a small gesture to Carrie’s face, and an unspoken reference to the wedding Carrie had run out on.
“Anyway,” Victoria stood taller, a feat Carrie had always found impressive, and held the folder out for Carrie to take. “I think you should have this.”
Victoria left Carrie alone with a smile and reassuring hand to the shoulder, as soon as she had the folder in her hands. She began to walk back to her room to finish her packing. Once she opened the folder, she wished she’d stayed closer to the chairs in the dining room.
This was the second time those disarming green eyes made her collapse on these stairs. Why would Victoria think she needed this? The thought mingled uncomfortably with the echoes of her pleading proposal, his barely audible rejection.
Then she really got a look at the profile the picture was paperclipped to. Not one of Victoria’s with the standard list of matchmaking questions. This one was all rushed notes referring to the newspaper clippings also in the folder, all telling the story she had already heard snippets of.
The story of a guy who got in over his head, lost most of his life to gambling debts. She huffed out a laugh when she saw the article and picture about his band. A spiral of self satisfied victory winding up her spine, she knew he played something, she just hadn’t been able to guess bass before he thanked and rushed everyone out of the room to focus the conversation back on her again.
The information that truly took her breath away however, didn’t have any supporting newspaper article with it. His name was not the one he’d given Victoria, the one he’d used in all the time she’d known him. Reginald ‘Reggie’ Peters, born to Leonard and Evelyn Peters, a construction foreman and a waitress.
* * * * * * *
Carrie couldn’t believe Kayla had talked her into this. Once she’d overcome her initial shock over what Victoria had given her, Carrie had called Kayla hoping to get some help processing the implications of everything. After bombarding the other woman with all of her ‘what if’ scenarios and plethora of questions, Kayla had followed everything up with two simple questions.
“Was there an address? Why not just ask him yourself?”
Which led to now as the two of them walked through the crowded halls and stairwell toward his apartment. As grateful as Carrie was that she was able to face him on Halloween, when she could sort of remain anonymous, it was still a little surreal seeing masked versions of herself littered amongst the costumes of these party goers.
“This is ridiculous,” Carrie said as she finally donned her own mask, a glittering porcelain replica of what her face once was. “If he actually cared he could have just told me everything sooner.”
“I’m pretty sure he did, I don’t think you were ready to listen.” Kayla said clearly referring to the times Carrie had run into him at the bar weeks and months ago. The times Carrie would amicably smile all while trying to signal to Willie to please help her escape.
Carrie quietly groaned with an eye roll, so not ready to talk to him again. Kayla began giggling beside her. “What?”
“Nothing, just, sort of nice to see the old you again.” Kayla said as her glittery purple fairy wings bounced behind her. Then she linked her arm with Carrie’s as she guided them to his door at the end of the hallway. “You ready?”
No, Carrie thought but didn’t get the opportunity to say before Kayla was knocking. Soon, the door swung open and all of Carrie’s words inexplicably caught in her throat. There he was, green eyes tired and apprehensive as he eyed the two of them, lingering on Carrie a beat longer than they did on Kayla. His crooked grin was nowhere to be seen, regrettably. Carrie didn’t know if that made the situation better or worse, easier or more difficult.
“She’s really got a pee, do you have bathroom?” Kayla suddenly blurted, ignoring Carrie’s hissed protests. “I’m going to go find some punch.”
All too quickly, Kayla was gone, Leaving Carrie and Reggie behind, staring silently at each other, before he begrudgingly showed her inside. The two had to navigate through a few scattered boxes along the way, but Carrie hardly noticed. Too busy chastising herself and her inability to say anything.
“So, are you too good for the party?” Carrie finally managed to unlock her throat after silently washing her hands and face. Internally she winced both at the question and the fact that she needed the extra wall between them to say anything at all.
“Actually, I decided to stay the night in.” Reggie said, a little hesitantly. “Got some packing to do.”
“Packing? Like for vacation or?”
A dry delayed chuckle drifted through the door, before he continued on. “Actually, I’m moving.”
“Moving?” She barely managed to not sound indignant. “Where?”
“Not sure yet. I’ve got a friend out in the suburbs who agreed to let me stay with her, while I figure it out.”
“Oh. you don’t seem like a picket fence sort of guy.” She said, finally feeling comfortable enough to leave the confines of the bathroom, even if she still avoided looking at him. “I’m not entirely sure what that means, my friend Kayla said it once about herself, and you seem-”
“Take off the mask?” He quietly asked, she might not have heard him if he hadn’t blurted it out in the breath she took trying to collect her thoughts again.
“Excuse me?” She asked, finally turning to look at him again. Only now he was avoiding looking at her, one of his hands ran through his dark hair to scratch at the back of his head.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just, I guess I’m also avoiding going outside because I keep running into this girl I know, and for a second I thought.”
Carrie stood staring at him, wondering if she should just take her mask off like he asked. Another, more bitter part, hesitated to open herself up like that again. Neither of those sides of herself won as her eyes drifted to behind him and the piano against the wall.
“Oh my God, you lied to me!” She exclaimed, forgetting herself as she marched towards the piano, gesturing towards it. “I guessed piano, and you acted like couldn’t even–”
This time she was interrupted by him pulling her close to his chest, a quick press of lips to hers. A noise in the back of his throat was all he managed to make when she didn’t let him immediately pull back away again. Her hand wound tight into the back of his hair, as his wound around her waist.
“Care, Carrie, wait.” He finally managed to get out when they broke apart to breathe. His every fibre stiffened against her as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I-I’ve never met anyone like you, and I, I would but I can’t give you what you want.”
The words shot straight through her. Her heart nearly plummeted to her stomach at his look of devastation, the same one he wore when she had insisted her curse would break if he married her or she promised she’d kill herself. Only now it hit with a different ache, a different understanding.
“It’s okay.” She said, finally removing her mask. “Turns out I could.”
With a sharp exhale, he tentatively lifted his hand, similarly to when he first saw her. Only this time she didn’t flinch or run away. Stayed still as his thumb brushed over the bridge of her nose. He smiled down at her, as bright as every time as he had through that two way mirror.
She wasn’t sure what tomorrow might bring for them, but for now, she was going to enjoy this moment, just the two of them.
#jatp sweet tarts#carrie x reggie#AUs are Awesome#Not Pictured: Kayla thoroughly enjoying the party by herself figuring Carrie got her man
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Can you please do another follow up on the interview drama? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top
"Guys I'm really gay."
They've been drinking for a number of hours. Drained a few bottles at this point, sprawled out on the floor and couches in the living room.
"Wait, you thought we didn't know you were gay?" Esther asks, confused as she lifts her head from the floor.
Lan lifts his own, looking panicked. "What?"
"We know you're gay," Lily tells him.
"Smokey and the Bandit," Ethan chimes in.
"Wh-"
"I took you to see Smokey and the Bandit," Ethan goes on, laughing from the couch. "Lan, you were smitten."
Lan stares around at his siblings.
"No one could blame you," Kitty assures him. "Burt Reynolds is really sexy."
"It's the mustache," Lily agrees.
"Honestly, I'm a little jealous," Esther chimes in again. "I wanted to be the gay one."
"You-"
"Men are terrible," Esther cuts him off.
"Wait, does everyone know?" Lan asks, still completely flabbergasted.
"None of the grandparents guessed," Ethan tells him. "And lucky you, you only have to tell one of them. Unless you wanna tell Sally. I don't think she'd care much."
"But you're being safe, right?" Lily asks worriedly. "The Aids thing isn't getting better, and Reagan is still choosing to ignore the problem."
"I only have the one partner," Lan assures her. "And we've both been tested a couple of times."
"Don't die please," Lily says.
"Doing my best," Lan tells her. "God, I can't believe you all knew all this time. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because you didn't say anything," Kitty shrugs with a giggle. "What were we supposed to do, point at you and announce it at Yom Kippur dinner?"
"Not that you've been to Yom Kippur dinner in the last couple of years," Esther comments. "Busy movie star that you are."
Len sighs heavily. "Do you think the parents know?"
"Oh, Daddy definitely knows," Lily tells him. "Your dad once mentioned a matchmaker and Daddy blew coffee out his nose."
"Ow," Lan flinches.
"Many, many worse things have gone up and come out that nose,"
Kitty comments. "He was fine."
"Pop is gonna lose his shit," Lan mutters, pressing the palms of his hands to his eyes. "It's times like these I wish I was a Weissman-Bruce. Midge would not care."
"She'd wrap you in cellophane and ask for the sexual history of everyone you know," Ethan comments. "She's terrified for Uncle Shy right now."
"I'm really fine, you guys," Lan grumbles.
"Keep being fine, please," Kitty insists. She sits up and huffs. "Who wants more whiskey?"
Ethan's hand shoots up, as does Lily's.
"Five people, all aware that addictions runs in every branch of their family," Lan jokes.
"Wait, Mei's family, too?" Esther asks.
"Opium, back in China," Lan explains.
"Well, here's to bad habits," Kitty states, as she refills everyone's glasses.
*****
When Lan opens his eyes again, sunshine is streaming through the smudged windows, and he can smell French toast from the kitchen.
He feels like a little kid again, slumped around with his siblings, delicious smells in the air, and Midge and Lenny's voices - low and soft - coming from the other room.
The aroma of coffee has him pulling himself to his feet. He thought he'd be more hungover, but he actually feels okay. The combination of a handful of aspirin sometime in the night, and good quality liquor making things feel a little easier, most likely.
"Hey, we have a life one," Lenny comments, grinning at him.
"Well, that's one less funeral to plan so soon," Midge jokes, zooming by and kissing Lan's cheek. "Hi, sweetie."
"You guys don't look mad," Lan says, frowning.
Lenny snorts. "Do you know how many times people have said I'm gonna die soon? You're far from the first, and you won't be the last."
"You just have to learn how to give less shitty interviews," Midge tells him, handing him a cup of coffee. "God, this place is not in good shape anymore. Every since Paulie retired..."
"Maybe we should just buy the bungalow," Lenny suggests. "Fix it up nice, give it some love, have a good place for vacations and whatnot."
"It's not the worst idea," Midge grins, before looking at Lan. "How are you? How's LA?"
"LA is good. I'm...I feel awful about that interview," he tells her. "The stuff they said about Mama, and Lenny and Ethan...and then they did a deep-dive on Maisel and Roth and..."
"There are just some journalists who will do anything to get ahead," Midge tells him. "There was this one woman who used to trash every show I ever did."
"Ah, L. Roy Dunham," Lenny muses. "When she trashed Midge's first Gordon Ford appearance, she got so much hate mail, they had to fire her from the Daily News."
"And she died last year," Midge adds. "Food poisoning. Bad pork."
Lan frowns as he sips his coffee. "So...if you're not mad..."
Midge takes a breath and smooths out her dress. "There's a lot of stuff that you kids don't know, that...well..you're all adults now... Lily is nineteen for god's sake, so...it's time. Once your parents get here, and everyone's been fed and given hangover cures, we'll all talk."
Lan nods.
"You know the best thing about being the first up is first dibs on the shower," Lenny tells him.
Lan lifts an playfully eyebrow. "Lenny, are you telling me I smell?"
"I absolutely am. Go."
Lan laughs and takes his coffee upstairs.
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Ramblin' some thoughts about the new season / game / etc
I really wish I was more hyped for the new season, but I don't really have much TO be excited about, and I definitely feel the 3 month update cycle isn't for me
I have no new weapons I even wanna bother playing (I always try them all out for a bit but I just don't vibe with 90% of them), Bluefin comin back is neat but not my fave, and the new map I like but it'll REALLY depend on how it actually feels to play
(NEW FLINGZA MY BELOVED...Final update probably, I fear /bricked)
BIG RUN IS HYPE THOUGH...I've super wanted another King Salmonid and we got one!! So I can definitely take that!
Though I think the squads in Turf War are definitely doing more harm than good for me these days 😔Don't get me wrong, it's amazing you can just squad up with your pals and have fun!
But in terms of learning new weapons, it's hell when you try something 100% brand new, and get paired against Top 500 X Squads CONSTANTLY (and I mean constantly, I legit saw the same Top 10 Gold X badge player like 7 times now in -Turf Lobbies-, I am nowhere NEAR their skill level /bricked)
And I feel bad squadding up with friends for new weapons cause I feel myself dragging everyone down with terrible performance, so that kinda messes up my fun personally, so I'd rather just practice on my own but THENNN /dies
I ain't worried about like winning a lot or anything, but the matchmaking makes it feel like a pointless endeavor sometimes when there's no spawn bubbles to sit and plan in and instead you just get mega camped 50x over trying to press a button /dies
Splatoon 3 is definitely the better game in a lot of ways of content, but the differences over time made me realize I'm just not adapting well to the changes
And after over a year, I'm not sure I'll ever adapt 😭
AT ANY RATE, I got other games to play soon! Super Mario RPG is very soon, Pokemon DLC is next month, etc! I'll run around in some other games to keep my sanity
It's just a little sad; I had big aspirations to try and be more competitive, maybe to nab a Top 500 X badge myself!! But nowadays due to the regional matchmaking, I can't even GET an X Match anymore LMAO;;; I tried like 3 times and it just keeps kicking me out after 200 seconds
Plus I just can't seem to keep up these days, so yeah, in before "Skill Issue" cause believe me, I'm aware /dies
I'm thinkin' Splatoon 2 was the peak of my competitive skills and, now I just get to coast occasionally as a casual player, which is fine and is probably for the best!
NOT TO SOUND TOO BUMMED OUT KJAHSKJHAS I had these thoughts for a long time now, and I may just be growin' out of the game itself a little bit, which sucks cause I love it so much, but it's gonna move on with or without me
BUT I will still have fun where I can, and I really hope other folks got something great out of the new Season updates so far!!
We got Splatfest and Big Run soon, so hopefully we can all have fun with that! SORRY 2 RAMBLE, just kinda wanted to get some stuff out there
Nothing's happening to this blog or anything; game or not I'm still a fan of the series!! HERE'S HOPIN' SIDE ORDER IS FUNNN
#SquidRambles#SquidWhaling#A LIL LONG and not mega positive KJAHSKJHAKJS but not 100% negative either!#I've been playin' this series a long time and I've definitely felt the shift but maybe I'm just gettin' too old /bricked#ANYWAY PLS DONT LET THIS TAKE UR ENJOYMENT!! Everyone who is excited and happy is 100% valid!!
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Frodo and Aragorn, 2, 3, 5, 6!
Ooh, this is a fun one! Let’s go!
2. “My favorite scene of them”
Okay, this might just be dumb whumpy brain talking, but…y’know that part after the Mines of Moria where Aragorn has to undress Frodo a little bit to look at the wound in his side? And how Frodo puts up a bit of a fuss like “no I’m fine please don’t touch my clothes” and Aragorn is like “but we need to see what the ‘hammer and anvil’ did to you” and Frodo is like “=>~<= fine” and finally gives in, and then when Aragorn sees the mithril he’s like “8-O oh wow shiny shirt!! 8-D” while presumably Frodo is sinking into the grass in mortification in the background? Yeah.
Aside from the obvious adorable hurt/comfort-ness of it all, I think it’s a fun microcosm of their relationship and personalities. Frodo does his best to be independent and not need any help—and often, he has a surprising amount of success, as in the instance with the cave troll and his courage the Ford—but Aragorn is a kind and caring leader, and his word carries more authority, and despite only knowing him for a few months, Frodo trusts him enough to capitulate to his care—after just a bit of token protest.
I dunno. It’s just really sweet and makes my brain go DINGG
3. “A random headcanon I have of them”
Well, this one actually concerns a friend they have in common: Bilbo! We know from canon that Bilbo is a rabid shipper; case in point, “the Lady Arwen was there, hint hint nudge nudge 😏😏”. If he’s bold enough to tease Aragorn, I can only imagine what hell it must have been for Frodo, the second eternal batchelor of Bag End, to grow up with his gratuitous matchmaker of an uncle. Not a single eligible lass in all of Hobbiton could even breathe in the same direction as Frodo without Bilbo jumping all over it like “ooh, do I see SPARKS in the air?? Young Mistress Periwinkle seems have taken an interest in you, Frodo, I do believe it’s LOVE” while Frodo does his very best to shrink into himself and disappear slap through the ground.
All of that to say that Frodo is deeply embarrassed—but also enjoys a little bit of secret vindication and schadenfreude—to see Bilbo set his sights on teasing Aragorn instead.
Aragorn doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s funny.
5. “A scene I wish we had of them”
Y’know what scene in the movies where Aragorn closes Frodo’s hand around the Ring and says “I would have gone with you into the very fires of Mordor”? And how Frodo’s hand looks so tiny in Aragorn’s coarse, dirty fingers, and Aragorn’s eyes look so mournful and kind? Yeah. That wasn’t in the books, but…yeah.
6. “A scene with them that I want to rewrite/change in some way”
It’s a tiny thing, but as a kid it’s always bugged me that Aragorn forgot that Frodo and Sam were hurt in the escape from Moria. Now that I’m older, of course I realize that he had a lot more on his mind—what with Gandalf just dying and all—but I feel like a small tweak wouldn’t really hurt. Aragorn could be aware that the hobbits are wounded, but he’s forced to make them run to save their lives, and then he can regroup as soon as they’re safe and say something along the lines of “I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting, but we couldn’t stay in there a moment longer; now let’s get you somewhere safe so we can tend those wounds”. Again, hardly important in the grand scheme of things—and would probably mess up the pacing somewhat—but it would make Little Kid Me sleep better at night.
FRIENDSHIP ASK GAME!
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Matchmaker 2: The Matchening
Aka Marcy sets up Olivia and Yunan at a Royal ball. It goes as smoothly as you’d expect.
(The first matchmaker fic isn’t required reading to enjoy this one but it would be nice if you read it anyway :3)
Marcy fidgeted in her seat as Lady Olivia added the finishing touches to her hair, a light dusting of pearls and glitter. The tulle skirt of Marcy’s elegant purple party dress bounced up and down as she tried to release her excess energy.
“Could you please sit still, Master Marcy? This’ll only take a few more minutes,” Olivia said, delicately placing a single pearl in a specific place. She was insistent on getting every detail just right. This would be Marcy’s first formal event, after all, and it was her job to help her get ready.
“I’m really sorry, but I just can’t, I mean, this is my first Newtopian ball! I’m so excited, and so nervous… I just can’t control myself, you know?”
Olivia nodded, feeling a little guilty. She was still learning Marcy’s limits and boundaries, and that she’d need to let go of some castle etiquette and norms to keep her happy and comfortable.
“Of course, I shouldn’t have asked that of you. My apologies.”
“It’s okay! I just hope everything goes well. I used to love going to school dances with Anne and Sasha.” Marcy sighed. “I wish they could be here with me.”
Olivia brushed a strand of hair behind Marcy’s ear.
“I know, dear. But don’t worry, as soon as we find them they’ll be the first people we invite to the next one.”
Marcy smiled, then swiveled around in her chair as soon as Olivia let go of her hair.
“Enough about me, what about you?! Are you finally gonna ask General Yunan to dance?!”
Olivia scoffed. She should’ve known this would happen, ever since she let it slip to Marcy that she had feelings for the General she brought it up every chance she got.
“No, Marcy. I’ve told you already, I have to stay professional. This isn’t like one of your fun little dances, every important figure in Newtopia is going to be there. I can’t just go around asking random women out.”
Marcy looked a bit disappointed, but kept her spirits high.
“Whatever you say! I just think you’re missing out on the perfect romantic opportunity. But I’ll respect your boundaries.”
Olivia had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case, but she didn’t press any further.
“Thank you. Now, we’d better get going. And remember, don’t drink any of the beverages unless I tell you it’s okay.” Marcy had made that mistake before, and Olivia had nearly passed out when she saw the thirteen year old about to drink a cocktail.
“Okeydoke! Now come on Lady Olivia, let’s get ballin’!”
“I still don’t know what that means.”
The ball, as always, was a huge success. The ballroom was so packed with newts that it was hard to walk without stepping on somebody’s tail. Andrias had once told Marcy a story about how one year the ball was so overfilled that four newts had dropped their tails from being stepped on. That made her even more nervous, and she quickly succumbed to her normal party routine of choosing someone to follow around. That someone was Lady Olivia, and though she tolerated it for a bit she eventually encouraged Marcy to go off on her own.
“You know, you don’t have to stay with me this entire time,” Olivia eventually said, after Marcy had sat through a long, boring conversation with some stuffy delegate.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Marcy quickly apologized, hugging herself. “There’s just a lot of people and noise and I don’t really know what to do with myself. I was never good at parties back home, I sort of just followed Anne and Sasha around. People never liked when I butted in on conversations.”
Olivia smiled reassuringly.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Everyone here loves you, I’m sure they’d love to help include you in one of Newtopia’s most iconic events. Go ahead and mingle!”
“Oh, okay! I’ll um… see you in a little bit?”
“Of course. Don’t forget the thing about the drinks!”
“I won’t!”
Marcy waved goodbye, mustered up some confidence, and headed off. After chatting with several acquaintances and stuffing her face with food that was surprisingly palatable, she noticed a certain pink newt leaning against the back wall, looking around and awkwardly adjusting her bowtie.
Marcy gasped in delight and ran over. “General Yunan!”
Yunan, finally noticing her, smiled and seemed to relax a little.
“Master Marcy! Nice to see you! Enjoying your first Newtopian ball?”
“Yeah! Everyone is so nice, and the food is really good! It’s sort of a lot though.”
Yunan nodded.
“Oh yeah. I hate these things, there’s so many people and I never know who to talk to. The guards I was chatting with ditched me and now I have no clue what to do.”
Suddenly, the wheels started turning in Marcy’s brain, and she knew exactly what she had to do.
“Yeah, hate when that happens! Anyway, it was nice chatting with you bye!”
Marcy quickly scampered off to go cobble together her plan. Yunan was a bit annoyed at first, but realizing she probably meant no harm, just laughed and shook her head.
“That kid is so oblivious.”
Marcy tripped on several tails on her way to meet King Andrias at the front of the room, but she was a badass on a mission and too focused to feel guilty. He was caught up in a funny story with the triple B gang, and Marcy tugged on his coattails to get his attention.
“King Andrias?”
He looked down, then instantly grinned.
“Master Marcy! I was wondering when you’d find me! You look wonderful, Olivia did such a good job!”
Marcy beamed.
“Aww, thanks! Speaking of which, I need your help with something.”
“Of course! What is it?”
Marcy flipped through her journal until she found the right page, then held it up to Andrias.
“When I signal you, can you have the band play this song?”
Andrias put his glasses on and squinted at the notebook.
“You just carry this sheet music around with you at all times?”
Marcy shrugged.
“Ya never know when you might need it.”
“Makes sense. What’s the signal?” Marcy winked at and did the peace sign with her hand. “Gotcha! I’ll keep my eye out.”
“Thanks so much, King Andrias! See you on the other side!”
“Bye Master Marcy!”
It was time to put the final phase of her plan into action. Marcy scanned the ballroom for Olivia, and finally spotted her in a cluster of other fancy looking women. She dashed over, not noticing their glares as she pushed her way to Olivia.
“Lady Olivia! You gotta come with me, I need you to check if I can have this drink!”
Olivia gave the other newts an apologetic look.
“Sorry about that ladies, duty calls! I’ll catch up with you later.”
Marcy eagerly yanked her through the crowds.
“Come on, hurry up!”
“This must be a really good drink,” Olivia chuckled, but Marcy wasn’t pulling her towards the drink table, and when she noticed a certain pink newt standing in a corner it finally clicked. “Wait, Master Marcy, what are you-“
“General Yunan!” Marcy yelled, and Olivia felt all the blood rush to her head as Yunan looked up at them. She grinned when she saw the familiar faces.
“Oh hey again, kiddo! And Liv!”
Olivia tried to pull away from Marcy as gracefully as possible, but she had a surprisingly strong grip.
“Hi General Yunan! Lady Olivia has something to ask you,” Marcy chirped, grinning.
“I do NOT- er, I mean, apologies General, I-“
All the sudden the music playing in the room changed from a casual, classy tune to… Careless Whisper?! Olivia looked horrified at Marcy, who was giving Andrias a big thumbs up from across the room.
“Uuh guys? What’s going on?” Yunan asked, raising an eyebrow. Olivia stiffened and started to sweat, looking at anything except for her. Marcy elbowed her.
“Come on, Lady Olivia! Now’s your chance! Ask her to dance with you!” She whispered loudly over the music, clearly audible.
Yunan blushed, taken aback.
“You want to dance? With me? Right now?”
Olivia felt like she was going to die. Honestly, she would prefer that at this point. But instead she stammered for a bit, trying to figure out what she could possibly say to make this better.
“I’m so sorry about her, just disregard everything and go back to enjoying your night.” She then turned to Marcy. “Hallway. NOW.” She demanded, grabbing Marcy’s wrist and pulling her to the nearest door. Once they were in the hall and out of earshot, Olivia opened the floodgates.
“MARCY WU! THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY UNCALLED FOR! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS FOR ME?! AND HER!!! WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING, YOUNG LADY?! CLEARLY YOU MUST KNOW BETTER THAN TO-“
Olivia was cut off as Marcy burst into tears.
“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! You’re right, that was horrible, I- I… I’m sorryyyy!”
Olivia felt a little guilty, but she was still furious.
“Your little stunt just humiliated me in front of an ENTIRE BALLROOM,” she began again, but Yunan threw the doors open, apparently having followed them.
“Fuckin crowds-“ Seeing how distraught Marcy was, she grabbed Olivia’s shoulder. “Olivia, stop. Don’t yell at her, it’s okay.”
Olivia turned around, bewildered.
“I-“
She looked at Marcy, who was openly sobbing, and sighed. Yunan rubbed Olivia’s shoulder sympathetically.
“Let’s go out in the garden and get some fresh air, ‘kay?”
Olivia hesitated for a moment, then sighed again.
“Alright.”
The cool night air was admittedly soothing, especially compared to the hot stuffy ballroom. Olivia and Yunan sat down on a marble bench, and Olivia put her head in her hands.
“I am so sorry about that, General. She can get carried away sometimes.”
“It’s really okay, Liv. I wanted an excuse to get out of that boring ass party anyway.” Yunan hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Olivia eventually filled the silence.
“Welp, now you know!” She chuckled awkwardly, starting to sweat. “Once again, I apologize. I never wanted things to be awkward between us.”
“Liv-“
“I can keep things professional, I promise, of course that was my original intention, but-“
“Liv-“
“Really, I’m sorry. This is such a disaster, I hope you don’t think any less of me-“
“Liv.”
Yunan grabbed both of Olivia’s shoulders, and turned her around to face her. She noticed Olivia had tears in her eyes, and gasped softly.
“Woah, hey… don’t-”
Olivia wiped her eyes, now even more embarrassed.
“God, I’m a mess. I’m so sorry-“
Yunan clutched her shoulders tighter and shook her a little, her first instinct always being to choose violence.
“Olivia! Cut that out right now! I- uh…” Yunan bit her lip, hesitating. She was HORRIBLE with feelings. “I… sort of like you too. Like, kinda a lot.”
Olivia’s jaw dropped.
“What.”
Yunan’s entire face turned bright red, and she started anxiously fidgeting with her tail, avoiding eye contact.
“Haha, wow. I really just admitted that, didn’t I? Can I take it back-“
Olivia smirked.
“No, you can’t. Did you just say you like me?” She teased, leaning forward a bit.
“Well, um… SHIT! Yeah.” Yunan covered her face with her hands. “Fuck, I’m bad at this-“
Olivia grabbed Yunan’s wrists and gently pulled her hands away from her face.
“I think you’re doing just fine so far. Besides, you haven’t even asked the question yet.”
Yunan took a second to compose herself. Then she sighed, stood up, took a deep breath, and held out her hand, bowing slightly.”
“May I, General Yunan, scourge of the sand wars, defeater of Ragnar the Wretched, the youngest newt to ever achieve the rank of general in the great Newtopian army, have this dance?” She paused for a second. “I mean, we don’t really have any music, but if you listen reeeeeaaaally hard you can sort of hear it from the castle-“
Olivia took her hand and pulled herself up.
“Oh shut up you goof, let’s dance.”
At first the dance was a bit awkward, like two gangly high schoolers at prom, but eventually it became more natural. They twirled their tails around each other and Olivia rested her head on Yunan’s shoulder.
“You know, that suit looks dashing on you.”
Yunan blushed and danced a little faster, not knowing how to release her excess energy.
“Thanks, you look quite lovely yourself, milady.”
“You know, I love it when you call me that. I know it was just an etiquette thing, but-“
“But now it’s a romantic thing,” Yunan said, finishing her sentence.
“Does this mean we’re girlfriends now?” Olivia asked.
“I guess it does.”
They danced in happy silence until the song ended. Even then, they didn’t let go of each other.
“Do you wanna make out?” Yunan asked bluntly. Olivia laughed, letting go of Yunan so she could properly face her.
“You’re ridiculous, I like that in a woman,” Olivia said, then kissed her. They kissed for a long time, and eventually found themselves lying in the grass, looking up at the sky.
“Wow, the stars are beautiful tonight,” Olivia said softly.
“You know what else is beautiful? You,” Yunan said, rolling over to kiss her again. Olivia laughed.
“That’s so corny!”
“I read it in one of Master Marcy’s fan…fictions? I think they’re called?”
Oliva shot up at the mention.
“Oh shit, MARCY! How long have we been out here?!”
Yunan squinted at the clock tower.
“I dunno, I can’t tell time.”
Olivia sighed, smiling a bit at Yunan’s stupidity before frowning again.
“I was so harsh with her, I made her CRY! God, what was I thinking?!”
“It’s okay, Liv. What she did was wrong and she needed to know that.”
“I know, I just… feel bad, I shouldn’t have screamed at her like that. Her heart was in the right place, it always is. She can just be so…”
“Oblivious?”
“Yeah, exactly.” She sighed. “I hate to cut this short, but I need to go check on her.”
“I’ll come with you,” Yunan said, sitting up and taking Olivia’s hand. “Moral support or whatever.”
“Thank you, General.”
The two walked hand and hand into the castle, where the noise in the halls was starting to wind down. A few doors down from Marcy’s room they could already hear her crying, and Andrias trying to console her.
“Yikes, that sounds bad,” Yunan whispered, and Olivia squeezed her hand tighter, nervous. “Oops, sorry. I’m not great moral support.”
“It’s alright, I’m hoping seeing us both will make her feel better.” Olivia gently knocked on the door a few times. “Andrias? Can we come in?”
Andrias reached across the room and opened the door.
“Oh, hello you two.”
“Greetings, sire.”
“Your majesty.”
Yunan and Olivia both bowed, and Andrias rolled his eyes.
“Oh, stop it with the formalities. I know you’re not here for me.” Marcy was sitting on the floor next to him, curled up against his leg. Her face was buried in one of Andrias’s famous giant tissues, but she looked up when Andrias rubbed her back. “See? It doesn’t look like they hate you to me.”
Olivia was immediately crushed with guilt, and was about to apologize, but Marcy did it first.
“I’m so, so sorry you guys,” she squeaked out. “I never should have messed with your relationship like that, especially not in public. You must be so embarrassed, I feel terrible.” She hiccuped, clearly she had crying hard for a long time. Olivia knelt down in front of Marcy. Seeing how guilty she was, any remaining anger immediately dissipated.
“Oh sweetie… it’s alright. I forgive you.”
“And I do too,” Yunan added, sitting down next to Olivia.
“You don’t have to,” Marcy sniffled.
“But we do,” Olivia reassured, rubbing her shoulder. “You apologized and learned from your mistake. That’s all I could ask of you. And I’m so sorry for yelling at you like that, I was angry, but I should’ve expressed it in a better way. I’m not angry anymore, and I most certainly don’t hate you. And Yunan doesn’t either.”
Marcy looked up at them again.
“You don’t?”
“I couldn’t hate you if I tried, kiddo, and I hate a LOT of people,��� Yunan said.
Marcy laughed a little, then blew her nose.
“You should hate me. Olivia should quit her job after having to deal with me for so long.”
Olivia held out her arms.
“C’mere.”
Marcy leaned into her embrace, and Olivia squeezed her tight.
“Having you around has made me want to quit less, not more. I enjoy spending time with you, even when you make silly mistakes. You’re not just a job to me.”
Marcy sobbed a few times, and Olivia rubbed her back. Yunan was touched by her girlfriend’s sweetness.
“D’aww, I don’t really like group hugs, but fuck it.” Yunan wrapped her arms around Marcy and Olivia, then curled her tail around them.
“Aw man, being big means I always miss out on the group hugs…” Andrias pouted.
“THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU ANDRIAS!” Yunan shouted. “Oh, and by the way Marcy… Me and Olivia just kissed like a minute ago, so technically your plan worked.”
#amphibia#marcy amphibia#yulivia#lady olivia#general yunan#king andrias#newt moms#this was supposed to be a lighthearted fic but it turned into hurt/comfort because that is my niche#marcy wu
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[Book 3 of 3]
Storyline: 3.5/5
Smut: 2/5
Don't get me wrong, this book was just as good as the other two.. but it was the alcoholism that got me. I know becoming sober is a journey, but I just wanted Cal to be better. Especially once a child became involved.
It was obvious Cal wanted to be sober, and it sucked to see him give in to his addiction over and over. But the good times he had, god were they good.
Now enjoy my rollercoaster of thoughts as I read the book:
Right off the bat.. I’m not sure how I feel about Cal. Alana, on the other hand, is a total badass and I’m here for it.
Brady Kane be playing matchmaker from beyond the grave 😂
Oohhh. Alana is raising her niece- a niece who only knows her as ‘mom’.
Cami getting $200 out of Cal for two swear words is hilarious. And then Cal practically running away from her.. omg.
Now she’s at $500 🤣
$600! She totally fucking conned him. I love this little girl.
Something seriously needs to be done about Seth Kane. Fuck, that man doesn’t deserve any share in the family company.
Damn, Cal. You’re overly jealous over a woman you left over six years ago. Even if Alana isn’t screwing Wyatt.. you have no right.
Wow. Alana’s sister is a bitch.
“You taste better than I remember.” — Cal, you little shit! Lmao. Licking the icing off Alana’s finger and then acting like a smug little shit is about to get you slapped upside the head.
Whoa. That kiss tho 🥵
The tension. Oh god, the tension between these two!
I really hope Cal gets help soon. He needs it.
Cal and Cami interacting makes me so happy, but I know this little girl is going to get her heart broken and that kills me.
I knew the fucking sister was going to show up! Fuck her.
“Where do you want me?”
“Plenty of places, but on your knees is good enough for now.” — And the third brother is a goner. A round of applause for the 3 women who got the Kane men down on their knees 😂
Goddamn. Cal eats pussy like a champ 🤣
“I wished you can be my new daddy.” — and now I’m crying.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Then become the man who does.”
“There truly is nothing prettier than watching you on your knees.” — holy hell.
Fuck. Alana found out about the inheritance. I knew the good times were only going to last for a little while. What’s next? Cal relapsing and getting blacked out drunk again?
“I dare you to wait for me.” — I’m fucking crying again.
Seth Kane got what he fucking deserved. Finally!
Cal, Alana, Cami.. I’m so fucking happy he got sober and got the family he always wanted.
And there goes Cami making me cry again by asking Cal to adopt her 😭
#dreamland billionaires series#dreamland billionaires#final offer#cal kane#callahan kane#alana castillo#lana castillo#book review#booktok review
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#etain/vikkari#etain torren#otp: may i?#okay I finally have some time at a computer so I can SCREAM ABOUT THIS AAAAAAAAAHHHH#I love so much how gentle he is with her while also never treating her like she's fragile#and how she's at the temple asking for guidance and gets an answer in the form of the wooden bear in her pocket#👀 girl that's sarenrae playing matchmaker ((stormlord voice) where does your strength come from?)#AND THE KISS 🥰🥰🥰#ETAIN.EXE is not responding#self-doubt spiral cancelled on account of forehead kiss#SO GOOD what a perfect prompt for them I love everything about this
@haledamage yay, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I love writing our kids together, their dynamic is so great.(It makes me wish I had the know-how and resources to actually make Vikkari a companion in the game, and then get a little sad that I can’t xD) For all his worrywart tendencies, he knows and doesn’t discount people’s capabilities. So unless he’s in full mother hen mode(LANN WEAR A SHIR- wdym you don’t get sunburn???), he not likely to baby someone. And part of what attracts him to Etain in the first place is her skill, so the last thing he’s gonna do is devalue that and act like she’s helpless.🥰🥰
Sarerae’s matchmaking pretty hard there, yeah. Desna might be helping a bit too(Vikkari did have a reason he went to the chapel, but promptly forgot it when he saw Etain was there xD). I see this as being ~a week before the assault on the Midnight Fane, which is where the lock in for his romance would happen, so we’re very close to this being some level of official. :D
I had to take advantage of the fact they’re sitting down--and thus basically the same height--to do a forehead kiss. 🥰 I was toying with having him kiss the scar right at the top edge of her mask, but went with forehead bc a) there’s a cheek kiss as part of his romance lock, so we can say that happens there, b) forehead kisses make me scream, and c) it felt like it fit the current stage of their relationship better. There’s definitely attraction on both sides, but neither’s taken the step to “do something” and make it more serious/official yet (but soon👀). There’s a gentleness and intimacy to a forehead kiss that--aside from making me screech internally--is less likely overstepping boundaries. And then he’s still worried he did that. the ETAIN.EXE not responding must have been showing on her face. xD He’s really truly smitten by this point and doesn’t wanna do anything that makes her uncomfortable.
It really is a perfect prompt for them; they and AJ/Nate both went 👀👀 immediately and loudly, a couple other pairings eyed it from a distance, but these two started talking first in terms of plot and dialogue. Such a good fit for them.
#queen rambles#like really rambles#and i'm about to do it some more#i love these kids can you tell? xD#etain/vikkari#he doesn't do things by halves and that definitely includes falling in love with her#boy was a goner very quickly#i wanna play around with some specific scenes at some point for them#like lost chapel or the midnight fane#expand some of the companion!vikkari content still rattling around in my head#also some of his companion quest stuff with priya and the blackbirds#let etain be the one offering support and encouraging him in hitting the balance of helping priya but letting her make her own choices#like i said i adore their dynamic#it's so great
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‘CLOSET PUN’ - Excerpt #1
Richie: The Human
Draft 1
[Excerpt below the cut!]
It was on nights like this that Richie wished he and Toy could hang out indoors. But it wasn’t safe, not when the staff might still be awake, even with the scented pouch Junie had made for him. They’d left Toby’s friends behind in the large, lavish living room by the back patio before they wandered off into the dark, into the shelter of the trees on the edge of the woods that led down to the road.
Every time Richie visited, he got more used to the old manor, to the strange kids that hung around, to the way they moved. He hadn’t since felt threatened by any of them in a while, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be close to them. Only the ones Toby trusted the most. And even then, he would prefer just Toby.
They sat beneath the trees, zipped up in their winter sweatshirts, passing a flask of tea between them as they talked. Once Richie had solved the mystery of where exactly Toby had disappeared to, he’d switched his little detective notepad to a gossip compilation. He had to remember when there were things he wanted to tell Toby, even if they weren’t exciting. Toby found everything exciting.
“I can’t believe Livvy and Cam broke up, I really thought they’d get married.” The way Toby sighed and lamented, you’d swear he was their matchmaker.
“You thought they’d get married? Really?”
“Well, you never know, do you? Your parents met in high school.”
“I guess.” Richie took the tea and sipped. In fact, his parents met back in freshman year, Maybe he did have a point. “If it’s meant to be, they’ll work it out.”
“It’s weird just hearing about all this stuff. It feels like I was never there. I know that's weird.” Toby took back the flask. “Any other stories to report?”
“Let’s see, what else…” Richie wracked his brains for any other titbits of gossip from the last two weeks of school, for whatever he might have forgotten to take note of. “They’re talking about doing Rent for the school play in spring.”
“Rent?” Toby sighed. “Could be worse. You’re going to audition, right? You should.”
“I’ve thought about it.” He didn’t dare hope, but… “Maybe by the time we stage it, you’ll be out of here.”
“If I am, I’ll be there.” Toby smiled, raising his head towards the sky as the wind stirred his haphazard hair. “It would be nice. I like it here, but I miss home. I even miss school, once in a while.”
“You, really?”
“Well. Not the classes. I’ve got classes here.” He rolled his eyes. “It sure would’ve been nice if it could just be a long summer camp, but I guess you can’t have everything.”
“When do you think you’ll get to leave?”
He didn’t like sounding so desperate. The process of getting over Toby was a little slower that he would like, but it was moving. It was better than nothing. He knew he was making progress when earlier that evening, Toby kissing Jet goodbye didn’t send a dagger through his chest like someone was literally cutting it heart open. It was just a mild, manageable little sting. And the anger, that was gone. Acceptance would come soon; he was sure of it.
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This is a fic I wrote in 2017, I just stumbled on it so I'm posting it as-is without any editing. Also it's been so long I don't remember much about the game, so I can't even tell if any of the characterization is off, but I thought it was cute!
Klaude/Lucette, Delora/Parfait
I sat still on my bed while Klaude sat behind me braiding my hair. His hands were gentle and careful as he moved down. Finally he finished. I turned around and smiled at him.
“Thanks,” I said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then I glanced up at the clock on the other end of the room. “Shit! It’s almost two already. And we haven’t even done your hair yet!” I leaped up and started rummaging through the things on my desk.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Klaude said dismissively, still lounging on the bed. “We’ll be fashionably late.”
I glared at him. “We can’t do that to Parfait and Delora. Delora would never shut up about it.”
“Well, you’d better work quickly then!” he said, turning around to let me start doing his hair.
“Fine. Something simple this time.” I thought about what to do for a few moments and settled on the same style I had. We might look a little silly together, but there wasn’t time for anything else.
I stood up and turned him around to face me. “Hmm...” I said critically. “No time for anything complicated with makeup either.” He had already done mine before doing my hair.
“Just do some lipstick,” he said with a shrug. “After all, it’s the most important part of my face,” smirking a little.
“Oh shush,” I said, turning away, but I had to admit he was right. I smiled as I thought of the first time I had helped him with his makeup. It was before our relationship had even started and I barely knew anything about him, not even his real name. He always liked to tease me, and I would get so defensive and blushy. These days I was more used to it, and I found it endearing most of the time. It’s one of the most charming things about Karma, how affectionate and forward he can be. And thank goodness too, otherwise we may never have ended up together after everything. I quickly found a nice shade and carefully applied it. I took another moment to inspect his face and stepped away satisfied. “Alright, let’s go.”
I almost ran out of the room with Karma close behind (“Slow down darling! There’s no need to be in such a rush!”) We almost literally ran into Emelaigne on our way out.
“Hello Lucette! Hello, uh, Klaude?”
“Yes it’s me!” he said, running past. “I just have my hair up!”
“Gender roles are a lie!” I yelled on my way past.
“Okay!” Emelaigne yelled back. “Have fun!”
We went to the Marchen without any guards (although my father would have been upset if he knew) through a secret tunnel that Rod had shown me soon after I came back to the palace.
I sat back and watched as Delora showed Lucette how to do some spells and then helped her through them. I always liked to come see her train. At first, I was worried that it might distract her, but she said she needed to get used to distractions anyway, like I always said. I just love watching her work. She likes to watch me swordfight too, but she often does more than watch. I wish I could do something to help her or participate in this part of her life, but at least I get to chat with Parfait while I’m here. I notice that she is staring at them just as intently as I am.
“Enjoying the performance, Parfait?” I ask/tease.
“It’s wonderful to watch. She makes witchcraft look so...graceful.”
“She? You mean...Delora?” I ask, following her gaze into the other room.
“Oh, it’s obvious isn’t it?”
“I can’t say I ever noticed before...”
“That’s because you were too caught up in Lucette and your curse.” She sighs. “Yes, I really like Delora.”
“Have you told her? Do I have to play the matchmaker again?”
“No, I haven’t told her. I hardly think she feels the same way, and I don’t want to ruin our relationship. Especially when it’s so important that we work together to train Lucette and run the Marchen. It wouldn’t be very professional, would it?”
“Professional? I hardly think the Marchen is a professional work environment. I’ve seen the stuff that goes on here every day. Besides you live here. The Marchen is more than just your work, it’s your home. You have the right to do whatever you want in your own home.”
“I see your point. But I feel so selfish for pursuing my own interests like this. I can’t afford to be distracted by personal things like this when I have so many people to take care of.”
“Well, clearly it’s already distracting you. If you put it out there, you’ll get an answer, and then you can focus completely on your responsibilities. You workaholic. Besides, I don’t think Delora will say no.....”
MEANWHILE:
“Is this right, Delora?” No answer. “Delora?” Lucette stopped focusing on her magic to turn her head and look at her mentor.
“Oh, um, yes, that looks right! You’re making good progress princess.”
Lucette eyed her suspiciously. “Were you...looking at Parfait?”
“What? Yes, I was making sure they were okay over there.”
“Were you checking to see if she was watching you?”
“Lucette! Concentrate, don’t let the spell fade away!” Delora admonished the princess, but her face was pink. Lucette renewed her spell (which was an illusion maybe?) and laughed.
“Delora! Don’t change the subject!
“Well even if I was I’m not about to talk about this to you, so you might as well drop it,” Delora said, turning away.
“Oh, come on, I’m not the ice princess anymore. I got Jurien and Garland together, I can do it again.”
“Lucette, are you trying to get out of your lessons?”
“Delora, are you afraid to admit your feelings?”
“I’m not afraid to admit my feelings!” Delora snapped.
“Awfully defensive, huh? If you’re not afraid, why don’t you go over there and tell her, right now?”
“We’re in the middle of a lesson, princess. Besides, she’s the Lucis bearer. I’ve dated fairies before, but this would just be impractical.”
“You’re a witch, most things you do are impractical. Just tell her, I’m not waiting months this time like I did with Garlan.”
“If it will get you to focus on the rest of the lesson, princess, I promise to say something to her after we’re done.”
“Something is better than nothing, I suppose.” They continue the lesson, etc, blah blah blah.
After the lesson was over, Delora and Lucette walked out to where Parfait and Klaude were watching. Lucette and Klaude walked out of the room to give them some privacy, and then he turned to her.
“Well, I just got them together, so do you want to watch this time?”
“What do you mean you got them together? I convinced Delora to talk to Parfait about her feelings, just like I convinced Garlan.”
Klaude smiled at her. “Well, Garlan didn’t count. I was the one who talked to him about it before you even came to the Marchen. You just happened to deliver the finishing blow.”
“You weren’t making any progress with him before I came and you know it.”
Klaude looked offended/affronted at the suggestion. “Darling, I--” Suddenly he stopped and looked over Lucette’s shoulder. She turned around to see what he was staring at, and saw Parfait in Delora’s arms, both of them passionately kissing each other.
“Ugh, Klaude, don’t watch them,” she said, turning back around and tugging on his arm.
Klaude stared for a few more moments and then shook his head, turning with her. “You’re right, love. They’re like our moms, I can’t watch them.” Lucette laughed as they walked out together, leaving their mentors to figure the rest out themselves.
Delora slowly pulled away from the kiss and stared into Parfait’s eyes. Parfait gazed back, but suddenly broke away as she seemed to realize something.
“Oh! They left!”
“Well I should hope so,” Delora replied, looking toward the doorway. “Although I’m sure Karma wanted to spy on us.”
“I just feel bad if we made them uncomfortable and cut our visit short. We should have--”
“Shush,” Delora said, and planted another kiss on her lips. Parfait sighed. “Don’t feel bad. How many times have they embarrassed themselves being disgustingly sweet in front of everyone? I think we deserve a turn now too, especially after all we’ve given them.”
Parfait sighed again. “I can’t believe this whole time, we both...”
“Frustrating, isn’t it?” Delora’s eyebrows came down and she gently held both of Parfait’s hands. “Still...in a way you were right. If I’d known I could kiss you when Lucette was living here, no one would have been able to find either of us. / I would never have stopped, and the King might be dead right now.”
Parfait gave a little gasp and laughed. “Delora!” she exclaimed.
“It’s true!” Delora smiled and put an arm around Parfait. They both looked around and surveyed the Marchen.
“Back to work then?” she said.
“Oh come on, Parfait,” Delora pouted. “We just started our relationship. Don’t you think we deserve a little time to ourselves? Especially since we have the Marchen empty for a while...”
#cinderella phenomenon#truly 100% no memory of writing this but google docs assures me I am the sole author lol
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