yes, oblivious carmen is good, but can we talk about oblivious jules. CAN WE. oh my god.
carmen actively trying to court her and flirt with her, leaving her roses, gifts, winking at her etc and julia is just like “wow! this is so nice :) carmen is being such a good friend! :)”
and carmen is constantly wailing to player. “have you seen jules today. did you see how she smiled at me. she’s so sweet oh i really hope she liked the roses i left her” and player goes “holy shit just ask her out” and carmen is like “ARE YOU CRAZY”
but then carmen eventually gets the nerve and does it. SHE DOES IT! and julia finally has a realization.
carmen: hey jules, i was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee with me sometime? just the two of us?
julia, thinking: THE carmen sandiego wants to spend time alone with me?! what an honour!!!
julia: i would love to!!
carmen: great, it’s a date!
julia:
julia: WAIT ITS A WHAT—
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Cmadduo early lmanburg era, secret meetup for politic reasons (cuddling)
at first they decide to meet every week for political reasons in private because otherwise everyone else would turn the meeting into chaos (usually tommy and sapnap would start the arguing then everything would go down hill). but during one of those meetings both of them realize they haven't had lunch so they make pizza together. at first they're sharing banter and making half joking half genuine jabs at each other. then they get in a fight with the flour. then they start laughing.
after that they begin to actually do things together whilst doing these meetings so that they'd have something to do whilst discussing whether or not L'manburg is an independent country or not.
but one day, after wilbur had to clean up a potion mishap that tommy and tubbo caused, and after dream had to grind for more weapons after a fight between sapnap & george led to said weapons being thrown into the bottom of a lava lake, both dream & wilbur show up to their scheduled meeting exhausted.
they agree to just sit and talk, but at some point they move to a bed that wilbur hastily crafts because it's more comfortable. it ends with them just laying next to each other barely even talking about politics anymore and instead discussing their days. they find that they like cuddling, so they start to cuddle during their political meetings.
it's relaxing. it's cozy. they like playing with each other's hair and listening to each other's heartbeats after a stressful day (but, of course, it's still for political reasons). they still have their private meetings every week, but sometimes they sneak off to have a secret meeting which is definitely for top secret peace discussions and not because they want cuddles.
(and if wilbur makes changes to their declaration of independence, and if dream puts the declaration of war on the back burner, and if it ends with peace and unity on the server, then, well, that was definitely their plan all along. not just a side affect of them wanting cuddles. definitely not).
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I don’t even know what fandom this would be but I would LOVE a fic from you where the plot is based on sewing an elaborate gown or a really nice men’s coat.
I could see this as a very yearning filled historical romance between a tailor or dressmaker and someone very fashionable...
The tailor is used to their client's highly specific demands, but they do not mind as they pay well and every little detail leads to them spending more time together poring over fashion plates and fabric swatches
And then comes the time the client orders the outfit for their engagement party, something really showstopping to wear as they announce their engagement to the world. As the garment grows, so does their familiarity with each other. But every time the outfit nears completion, the tailor thinks of details to add, or the client asks for another matching accessory to be made.
Until the tailor finally breaks down and swears they will never finish this garment if it means losing the company of the only person who cares about their craft as they do. It is then that the client admits they'd been stalling as well and that they'd like to order a second matching outfit as well, please, if their fiancé would not mind making their own engagement outfit...
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Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.
"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.
He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.
"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.
So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?
Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.
He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.
"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"
"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"
"Come with me," Eddie burst.
And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.
"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"
Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"
"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."
"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."
All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.
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one of these octobers i want to have two boyfriends who will dress up as the phantom and raoul and i will be christine and we absolute Dazzle a mid-sized halloween party with our costumes and charm before retreating to a guest room to have a threesome that violates the geneva convention and then never speak again. is that too much to ask.
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Sometimes I sit down and realise how little we actually know about the clones in Canon and how much we just made up and decided was cannon.
Like the clone have never actually spoke Mando'a, Fives and Echo aren't really twins, Torrent never officially adopted Ahsoka into their aliit, Kote isn't really Cody's name, we know next to nothing about Fox and the Corries. I mean there isn't even a command batch, we don't actually know if Ponds, Cody, Wolffe, Bly and Fox were batchers that adopted Rex on Komino to save him from the long necks and Alpha-17 just had to live with it.
It's wild how much of what most people consider cannon was made up by fans, and it's amazing.
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