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First @februaryficletchallenge fic done! I chose the amnesia prompt. And my Furuba babies~

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“I… I don’t remember.”

It’s so very hard not to touch him, to embrace him like she did before. Yuki’s hand on her arm tamps down the want but also amplifies it. How can it not? They both want the same thing.

“Don’t remember what, Kyo-kun?”

He blinks at her, expression pensive. “That doesn’t sound like my name. And your names… they don’t have a meaning to me. I know they’re supposed to. Every person is supposed to know themselves. But I don’t. And I don’t know why.”

The lump in her throat hurts so much that she’s using all of her willpower not to burst into tears. She looks at her arm where Yuki squeezes it, and nowhere else.

“The one thing you should know,” Yuki begins, “is that we’re very… You’re very important to us both.”

Tohru focuses on breathing. On absorbing the truth of Yuki’s words, wrapped in silk to hide the raw edges and deep furrows.

Grief is just love with nowhere to go, but what do you do when you’re grieving for the person in front of you?

“I can feel that,” Kyo says. “I do feel safe with you.” One side of his mouth quirks up. “I guess I’m sorry I’m missing so much context.”

“That’s okay!” Relieved by how steady and clear her voice is, Tohru takes one step forward. “However long it takes, we’ll wait for you. With you.”

Kyo nods. His gaze falls on their joined hands. “C-Can I…”

Both arms reach, slightly.

Tohru stifles a gasp and moves a half step behind Yuki, mirroring his free hand with her own.

Kyo won’t meet either of their eyes, but that hardly matters.

“I hope this is okay. I just wanted to know something.”

“Know what?” Yuki says, so softly.

i do not know how long this has been here. i do not know how long any of my old asks have been here. all i know is i’ve stubbornly held on to all of them because Rosawatts and TTM are life and I love my BFF who requested this very much <3 <3 <3

hope you don’t mind the huge variation in length these’ll probably have ^_^U this one’s just a silly lil drabble~

at the risk of starting this all over again, send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write a lil thing~

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“Oh my god,” Neil exclaimed when the third red shell hit him within ten seconds after the lighting struck. “Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?”

“Because you’ve been cruising along for two whole courses and I’m done playing nice.”

Eva zipped past him on her bike as the Villager, chuckling at him with a smug smile.

“Playing nice?! Picking all my worst courses on purpose is you playing nice?!”

“Yeah, well, I could have thrown six red shells at you earlier and chose not to, so…”

“How magnanimous of you.” He busted through a row of items boxes and grabbed a Bullet Bill, thank god.

“You’ve got way more points than me for running all your worst courses, though.”

“You’ve got way more points than me–” he said mockingly, scoffing. “Did you not see how badly SNES Bowser’s Castle kicked my ass?”

“And yet you made it back to second.” She elbowed him andleaned forward on the couch, locked in to the screen. “Get good, sucker.”

“Ugh, you’re such a try-hard. I’d rather get a Blue Shell.”

“Aw, shit—” At that moment, the warning pings of anincoming Blue Shell sounded.

Eva was in first place.

“Wasn’t me!” Neil crowed, cackling, pointing to his Yoshibathed in the glow of a Star. He laughed harder as Eva immediately got chomped bya passing Piranha Plant Pot.

howhoops, I forgot to actually announce this on my fic blog *facepalm* For @holly-poly 2023, I got the opportunity and motivation to properly write out a plotbunny I've been keeping for at least 3 years. As sometimes happens, it turned out to be about 3 times as long as I had thought it would be, so I'll just link to my usuals and leave a preview here. Over 3k is my full-post limit here, even with Read More, lol.

Shout-out to the lovely folks of @polyamships for their support!

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A rather mousy girl chooses the seat next to her ten minutes before the first class begins; Mayu has been there for twenty minutes already as she doesn’t have much else to do on that day of the first week. She keeps skimming the textbook for this class.

“Hello,” the girl Mayu does not yet know says. “I’m Sohma Kana. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello. Likewise.” The bare minimum she can say to avoid being rude.

“Are you planning to enter the medical field? I am; right now I’m a physiology major. I think I’d like to be a nurse, or maybe work in the lab and make discoveries, or maybe…”

Clearly, not looking at the girl makes no difference in whether she talks, so Mayu gives up on trying to read her textbook.

Sohma Kana’s face is somewhat flushed, as if she ran to class. Her eyes are hazel, bright and eager; her hair, unlike Mayu’s, is too fashionably short for a ponytail, landing at her chin. However, she wears a decorative hair clip featuring one of the Sanrio characters whose name escapes her.

Mayu notices two things quickly; Sohma-san stopped speaking, and she has an expectant look on her face. This leads to a third thing: Mayu blushing (and praying that Kana doesn’t see it, and blushing harder). Because Sohma-san asked a question, probably, and Mayu hadn’t heard anything because she had been too distracted, maybe even staring.

“Shiraki. Shiraki Mayuko. I’m not, this isn’t, it’s just an elective. I’m studying to be a teacher. A high school teacher,” she adds, the realization dawning.

“I see… This way you can have a backup career as a school nurse!” Sohma-san beams a smile, giggling freely. “Well, Mayu-chan— is it all right to call you Mayu-chan? You can call me Kana-chan— let’s make a study pact.”

“Study pact?” Mayu stammers, caught off guard by... Kana-san’s eagerness.

The girl smiles, undeterred. “Let’s support each other by sharing notes if one of us misses a class, cheering each other on, that sort of thing.”

Mayu much prefers to study alone and keep to herself (because in her skewed logic, that way only she will know if she screwed something up). She has a way of studying that isn’t meant to be disturbed, and—

Kana-san gazes at her, quietly earnest. “It can just be for this course, even if we have other classes together. I do hope we have more classes in common!”

Why does she feel like a goose being imprinted on by a cygnet? She laughs shortly. “We just met. You hardly know me.”

A cat-like grin steals over her face for a moment. “I have good instincts. You seem like an interesting, nice person, and I like you. Besides, if we do end up in other courses then I’ll learn more about you!”

February Ficlet Challenge, Day 2! I chose the prompt "pretend not to be dating". I was a bit stumped given I'd written for fake dating on the last prompt, but then my crackship of Victor/Yuri K./Yuko showed up to rescue me~ since the minimum word count is 200, though, many of these will be quite short... so i can keep up XD

Set some time after my fic winter covers everything.

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Yuko understood the need to keep her relationship with Yuri and Victor secret. She wanted it that way herself for a long time; here was something only they could have, for no one else to even perceive.

She knew, too, how vicious the press could be. Hiding their relationship protected all of them, especially her, much as she loathed to admit it. Would there ever be a time when women and feminine people stopped being vilified for endless sins in the media?

Things Yuko, and by extension Yuri, learned the hard way: that she and Yuri couldn’t hold hands in public, and that Victor and she anywhere near each other might as well be radioactive. Luckily, Victor’s long history of dealing with the media as well as fast news cycles meant that media interest died down quicker than a campfire in rain after those first mistakes.

Strangely enough, the three of them together evaded the same scrutiny. Yuri was the most worried about the three of them out and about, but Victor insisted they should live their lives and have actual dates. Of course neither Yuri nor she could deny him.

The first few headlines resulting from a trip to a movie theater had Victor laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. Victor's smiles and even chuckles were heartstopping on any day, so to see him this full of mirth-- well, Yuko couldn't help clinging to him just a bit, covering his face with kiss when Yuri had had his turn.

Victor's delight was a shield against the worry that wanted to coil in her stomach. And yet that worry didn't stop Yuko from wanting-- wanting to keep concealing their relationship from those that didn't deserve to know on one hand, and on the other, wanting to stand defiantly in front of a sea of reporters and shout on what they were to one another.

"I know, darling," Victor said when she vented about this to them both, not for the first time (for either of them). "I hope we will be able to show our true selves someday soon."

"I don't think..." She struggled, the thought uncomfortable. "You don't mean any less to me-- what we have doesn't mean any less just because we can't be out in the world..."

"It's like cake with extra icing," Yuri said, his smile pure. "Nice to have if we can, but without it's... still nice!"

Yuko laughed, giving him a hug. Of course Yuri knew how to translate what she was trying to say.

(the prompt: fake dating)

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Being in a band was a lot to handle without adding the extra layer of playing up to the press. At least, that’s what Neil thought when they first started out, and he’s pretty sure Rob and maybe even Eva would’ve agreed with him. (Roxie took to it like a duck to water, and everyone seemed to gravitate toward her.

Eventually they recognized her burnout signs and realized their assumptions weren’t totally accurate.)

But now? When they have a moderate level of fame and an income source that's relatively stable? Now it's fun to screw with the media.

It started simply enough. Neil got a kick out of the Ho Yay fans thought existed between him and Rob; annoying the man is just a bonus.

He and Eva are literally dating and somehow stay under the radar, so leaning into the "will they won't they" stage flirting is way too easy to pass up.

Roxie... well. Her energy is damn nice to have around and to be the recipient of (but Neil will kill anyone outside of the band crew for knowing this). They're both guitarists so teaming up in charged ways is second nature.

Roxie and Rob? It's not they're fault their fans are trash for height differences.

Eva and Roxie seem to... just fit together. Neil can't explain it otherwise. Eva's penchant for leaning against Roxie while she's singing, or moving to Roxie's solos right near her, is more fuel for the fans.

And of course, Rob and Eva had to start stage flirting too. For maximum press confusion, obviously.

Except that confusion filtered down to the four of them at some point and now, as far as Neil can tell, they're in a perpetual "what are we" square, arrows pointing every which way. But Neil's not gonna be the first to talk about it; he's having fun, and he damn well knows his bandmates enough to know he's not the only one. The elephant (if there even is one) is still a baby, hardly anything to talk over yet.

Until...

"We're all dating each other," Roxie says during a particularly inane interview. "Bandmates and lifemates!"

She adds that irrepressible giggle which indicates to the rest of them, ninety-nine percent of the time, that she isn't serious. But Neil, Eva next to him and Rob on the other side, is thrown into react/fuel the flames mode, so he can't figure it out in the moment.

another drabble for a dusty ongoing collection! Work Hard and Be Good Chapter 2. Sigsquare OT4 with Winterwatts focus.

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It happens quickly and slowly at the same time. Roxie's heart is a rabbit in the underbrush, legs carrying her fast enough to fly; she's in the perfect position when her teammate passes her the ball, if not the perfect distance—barely past midfield on the opponent's side.

So is the goalie, but Roxie knows her weaknesses.

Her foot connects to the ball in slow motion. Her breath is magnified in her head. Slow as molasses the ball lifts up, up, up into a curving glide. The goalie will have to jump, diagonally and with enough height.

It's forever, watching the goalie prepare her save. Her fingers barely brush the ball's underside.

The back right corner of the goal billows out with the force of a sonic boom, and time returns to normal.

Extra time, 1-1. Now 2-1.

Roxie can only feel her yell, drowned out as it is by the roar of the crowd and her teammates (where is Eva?) converging with their own screams around her. They carry her, or she wills them to, to the edge of the pitch. She can see Rob and Neil, bedecked in university colors, running toward her when Eva barrels into her, broken free from the rest of the team.

She's right here. You did it, she's mouthing, probably saying aloud if only Roxie could hear her.

"I did it! We did it!!" she screams, and then Eva's kissing her. She kisses back, in front of everyone, because what the hell else will she do? Spontaneously combust from love?

Her team has settled slightly, still cheering and high but somehow distant. Or maybe that's Roxie's brain, narrowed down to her three favorite people celebrating her accomplishment. She turns in Eva's arms to cling briefly to Rob's bear hug, and then Neil inadvertently separates them by knocking into her with as much force as Eva did.

"Roxanne Luna Winters," he hollers, "striker extraordinaire!"

"Hey," she retorts, flicking him on the forehead, "that's Roxie 'badass motherfucker' Winters to you!!!"

He's grinning so widely, dimples on full display. Neil only cares about soccer because of Roxie and Eva's team, but he does care. And here he is overjoyed like the rest of them, smiling hard enough she can picture his eyes behind his glasses—

And it's that thought that has her kissing him before she can even think about it. Her heart starts racing again but she can't stop, and he doesn't stop her.

When she does stop, she starts laughing. She can see Neil's now-uncertain smile as she tries to contain her hysterics, but she really does think she'll go up in flames if—

Neil catches her chin with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and kisses her again.

The flames cool because she pours them into him, senses Eva close behind her and Rob, always beside her, further containing the blaze.

When they pull away this time, Neil doesn't let her go, forehead to hers. "Did I just make you the gossip lightning rod?" He actually sounds a smidgen regretful.

"Let them talk. I don't care," Roxie says, Rob's hand at her other shoulder bolstering her determination. "And if I start caring I bet I can kick all their asses anyway."

"Heh. I don't doubt that."

"Well, it's about time."

it's finally fucking DONE ohmy dfghfgjghj *collapses*

Prompt from this here list. HBD bestie~

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Spite

Whistling carelessly, Neil nods to Rob in the hallway as he passes by, then goes into their shared room. He sits down at his desk, retrieves a pen and paper, the whistling shifting to a hum.

Behind him, the door slams shut.

Oh, yes. Rob wanted to talk to him about something. Neil turns to sit on his chair backwards and says, "You seem a little testy."

Rob stands near the doorway, arms crossed, face impassive. "Would you care to explain who the hell you think you are?"

Funny how a cold voice makes someone seem (even) bigger. If Neil were a lesser person, he'd be intimidated. As it is, he just gets up and crosses his arms too. "I dunno, Bob. I wouldn't want to knock down your predetermined idea of who I am."

"For god's sake, drop your insufferable know-it-all attitude for one goddamn second." Rob, glaring now, steps forward— well, stomps, actually. "What are you doing with Eva and Roxanne?!"

Neil's genuinely confused. "What am I—" What is Rob talking about? Maybe... "Our free time overlapped today, so we took a walk together. That's not a crime now, is it? Roxie and Eva are birds of a feather nowadays, or haven't you noticed?"

"It's not simply today! Roxie has this look when she speaks to me about you, has for a week now. You're sweet on Eva all the damn time— don't start with me," Rob says when Neil tries to get a word in, "you two aren't nearly as subtle as you think you are— but then you send Roxie, I mean Roxanne, flowers? What the devil are you trying to pull, Watts?"

"Oh," Neil says. Then a smug slow grin as he realizes. "Oh. You aren't on your usual holier-than-thou tear. You're legitimately angry at me about this. Well," he scoffs and shrugs, arms raised, "it's not my fault you aren't clever enough to understand the intricacies of our relationship. Ironic, given you've been observing all three of us for as long as you have. Some might call that creepy."