Women Love Me, Fish Fear Me

[happiestmariebeaumont]

Neglected | Figaro x Marie

@figarofabbri

Marie was in an awful mood, the kind of mood where every little thing seemed to grate on her nerves — the ticking of the clock, the creak of the floorboards, even the way the sunlight hit the curtains. And when she was in an awful mood, she sometimes said things she didn’t entirely mean. Or worse, she did mean them, but they came out sharper, harsher than intended — all edges and no sugar. Today was one of those days.

Still, even in her irritation, she couldn’t help but look almost endearing: her lips curled into the biggest pout imaginable, her brows furrowed in mock indignation, and her hands planted firmly on her hips as if to punctuate her frustration. Her eyes, though, betrayed a flicker of longing — this wasn’t just anger, it was hurt mixed with affection, the kind that only surfaced when she cared too much.

“You have been neglecting me lately, and I can’t have that,” she said in a scolding tone, though her voice softened near the end. It wasn’t just a complaint; it was a plea, wrapped in sass and stubborn pride.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, tilting her head as she waited for a response. The silence between them stretched — not uncomfortable, but charged — and in it, her pout deepened just a little more, daring her lover to disagree, to make it up to her, to pull her back into the warmth she craved.

[figarofabbri]

Fig looked over at Marie. She felt guilty at how upset Marie seemed, yet at the same time she had to admit that she found her pouting utterly adorable. Fig weighed her options.

Her first thought was to make a sardonic joke, a quick "And they say I'm the needy one--" but she knew better than that. She would find it funny, but even if she would mean it as a jest to lighten the mood, it ran the risk of making Marie feel mocked or belittled.

She could go romantic, and try to act right out of a love novel, but that also had its own risks, she figured. Last thing she wanted was for Marie to think that Fig thought she was so easily swayed.

Fig took a breath. It was time for her to actually use what she had been working on in therapy.

"How can I make it up to you?" Fig asked.

[beaumont-ague]

Toulouse was hesitant about being here, but he'd been convinced, and now there wasn't really a way he could leave, so... there he was, a drink in hand, doing some people watching. "I'm thinking about carving a pumpkin; what should I draw?"

@happieststarters

[figarofabbri]

Fig leaned back on the heels of her feet, drink in hand. She thought about it for a moment.

"You could draw your dumb face." Fig said, teasing him. "Or....I guess a cat is always a good option."

[cameroncxrter]

Looking around, Cameron eyed the many people that were flooding into the party, now. It seemed the no costume no entry rule had been upheld pretty well. "Who do you think has the best costume? I'm basing my judgement off of creativity and execution."

@happieststarters

[figarofabbri]

Fig thought about the person's question, and tried to go over everyone she had seen in her mind. There had been a lot of great costumes, Fig was thoroughly impressed.

"Kpop Demon Hunter girlies all look hot." Fig said.

[figarofabbri]

@happieststarters

Fig had decided to attend the party with her kitten crew, and all within a themed costume too. Naturally Fig had chosen to be Buttercup in their powerpuff girl arrangement. The costume was a touch more feminine than she would usually wear for a costume, but it was fun matching with her friends, and for everyone to be back together again.

"There's gotta be a game of beer pong around here, right?" Fig asked.

[beaumont-ague]

Toulouse held the small little triangle between two fingers, contemplating it for a moment. "You know... this may be controversial, but I don't really like candy corn..."

@happieststarters

[figarofabbri]

"That's a cold as fuck take, my guy." Fig said. "I thought everyone hated it."

She stuck her nose up at the tiny, waxy candy in Toulouse's hand.

"I much prefer things like this-" She said, tipping the baby bottle pop she had been enjoying at Toulouse as if she was Gatsby tipping his champagne glass. "My tongue hurts like shit though."

[notasweetnightingale]

Deziree was starting to realise that 'going unnoticed' in this job was proving futile. Every second customer knew her by name, which would have been a good thing in any other setting, and every fifth asked about her mother. Deziree poured the piping hot coffee, attempting a sincere smile.

"Would you like sugar or creamer?"

[figarofabbri]

Fig did not usually stop in diners on her own. With Tou and the gang, sure. With the Redwood University Field Hockey and Lacrosse teams, absolutely. If someone from class brought it up, fine. But on her own? Fig just ate at the carpentry shop or university if she was just going to be eating alone.

However, when word got back to her about who might be working there, Fig could not stop herself from getting a look for herself. Stirring the pot, per say. The coffee pot.

"If It isn't my favorite classmate." Fig said, with a smug smirk. "Since when did you start working here?"

[neverwonderneverremember]

we need to be doing everything in our power to acquire and consume tiramisu

[princessphillipamontague]

"Oh, don't be silly, Fig, I don't want it fixed. I'm asking if you want it. You can tinker with it if you like, maybe even take it apart and see how it works," she offered, her voice a little softer, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. There was a brief, almost imperceptible pause, as if she were gathering her thoughts or perhaps her courage. "Fig," she began again, her gaze becoming more direct, though still gentle, "you are dating Marie Beaumont, correct?" She swallowed, a slight bob of her Adam's apple. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... how is that like, you know, dating a girl as a girl? I've just always wondered."

[figarofabbri]

"By all means, I'll take what I can get. I do love a good tinker." Fig remarked, trying to be a bit polite about having junk off loaded onto her. Of course nothing was truly junk at a carpentry shop. They could put this to good use.

"Yeeee-up. That's my girl." Fig said. It was still so much fun to say. 'Girlfriend'. 'Her Girlfriend' 'My girl' 'Marie'.

Fig thought about her question.

"Mmm, well for starters, the gender thing is a bit complex given my whole genderfluid thing. Like kind of existing as a woman and a man and everything in between simultaneously.....but on the surface I guess it's....just like dating anyone else? Except you don't have to deal with dude bullshit."

Fig thought some more.

"I guess with Marie....things just feel right. More fulfilling. Like this is the type of person I'm meant to be with. It's nice being with someone who gets your experiences in the world. Like I don't have to teach Marie a crash course in feminism like you always have to do for even well meaning guys. Marie just, you know, we can relate to being women. Relate to being queer women together. It's hard to say....is there something in specific you're curious about? Anxious about?"

[sofia-bach]

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"... Do they?" she asked with a frown. Sofia didn't really think she did. But she did know some people found certain racecar drivers attractive, so she supposed there was an appeal to those who knew how to go fast.

Sofia blushed a little. "Um... Alright." Something about this girl made her rather flustered. "Are you sure? I have no trouble paying you for it." Her latest babysitting job had given her a nice tip, and she had been saving it precisely for this instance.

[figarofabbri]

"Oh hell yeah dude." Fig said. "More than a few girls back at school who will be greatly disappointed to learn of my relationship status."

Fig waved off Sofia's concern.

"It's not a problem at all. Like I said, always happy to help out pretty girls. And you're friendly enough." She helped Sofia into her truck.

"So lets go check out this bike, where do you live?"

[happiestmariebeaumont]

@figarofabbri

[beaumont-ague]

Toulouse Beaumont x Figaro Fabbri

The best memories come from bad ideas done between best friends

@figarofabbri

[beaumont-ague]

If Toulouse had been sipping a drink he was sure he would have spit it out. "I don't know about that," he laughed, shaking his head. There wasn't likely to be any scandalous rendezvous in Paris with strangers, but he still would love to go.

There was a sudden seriousness in the air amidst joking, and Toulouse could tell what was coming next. It didn't happen often, but he knew her well enough to tell the signs. "Hey, hey..." Toulouse wrapped his arms around her tightly, rubbing her back. "I'm not going anywhere. I've been careful, I promise. I'm here, and I'm doing much better."

[figarofabbri]

Fig held him as tight as she could. As if she let go of him he would simply disappear. She was certain not even Rachel could pull him from her.

"You know I love you right?" Fig said. "More than anything. So you're not allowed to leave or go anywhere me an-and Marie a-a-and Berlioz can't go too--"

[sofia-bach]

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Sofia giggled. "Thank you." She didn't want to be a bother, especially if they had so much work. But she was trying to apologize a little less, in case she could notice that an apology was not quite necessary, and decided to stay quiet and accept the help she had requested, after all.

"Oh... It's a nice truck," she said, as if she knew anything about cars. Guinevere had one, of course, a very expensive one which Sofia washed every once in a while. She wouldn't really be able to tell anyone what sort of... Brand? Model? ... Whatever it actually was, though. "It's just a normal bike. I don't think it has any special features, it only has a bell and a small light. Both work just fine."

[figarofabbri]

Fig gave her truck a pat. It was a large, white and black Dodge Ram pick up truck. Normally Fig would complain that cars like this shouldn't be on the road.

Not for her though of course. She was built different.

Plus, she needed all the space for driving materials around. Often whole pieces of furniture for restoration and repair, or to deliver something they had built.

"Thanks, love this truck. Real helpful, girls find it hot too. Always a good thing." Fig boasted just a bit, although she had said more as a matter of fact than of true bragging.

"Normal bikes, oh easy. I won't even charge you for that, if you promise to keep it our little secret." Fig sent her a friendly smile, with a slight hint of mischief.

[fadeintoyou1993]

“I have to be careful about saying that [Lottie] is similar to me because she runs a cult and eats people. But mentally, [with] the way we look at ourselves and connect to other people…It’s hard to see her as something separate to me. I’m not method or anything—she doesn’t consume me in that way—but it’s very intuitive with her."

COURTNEY EATON FLAUNT (May 2025)

[beaumont-ague]

Toulouse rose his eyebrows at her, slightly offended, though still being playful. "Excuse you, when would I have had time, between getting hit by a car and recovering from the hospital? Hm? Besides, your girlfriend had been giving me a lot of trouble, in case you were wondering." Thankfully, Marie and him had sorted out their differences between the whole ordeal, and things were getting back on track.

"I think that would be a really cool idea. It would definitely take a lot of planning, but I would love to back to Paris. Although my mom and brother might want to come along too," he chuckled. Though truthfully, he thought that would be nice, for his mother and Berlioz to tag along. And no one would be fifth wheeling, technically, because if they all decided to do their own things, everyone would have a buddy.

"I'm alright. Doing better, looking forward to seeing more people, now that everything isn't so crazy. I'm upset that I missed so much, you know..." The holidays, his birthday... "But that just means I have to appreciate time more now."

[figarofabbri]

The reminder of what had happened to Tou made Fig sick to her stomach for a moment. Losing him- or any of the triplets- would downright kill her too. They were her entire world, and everything to her. Fig could not even put into words how much she loved them.

"Then it's settled then, Paris it is. During Fashion week. Get you and Rachel some designer samples and introduce you to some cool people. Maybe you and Rachel can meet some celebs, maybe Ménage à trois with some models?" Fig joked. Half joked.

Fig's face lightened up.

"I'm real glad you're doing better." In a rare moment of weakness, Fig felt her eyes well up and quickly spill over. Fig took Tou into her arms and hugged him so deeply, with all of her strength.

[happiestmariebeaumont-archive]

cats in heat » Figaro x Marie

@figarofabbri

warning: nsfw

Marie felt like a coiled spring, taut with anticipation. She and Fig had been dancing around the edges of intimacy for weeks now, a slow burn that was both exhilarating and, frankly, a little torturous. For Marie, whose past was a whirlwind of fleeting encounters, this prolonged courtship was uncharted territory. Tonight, however, the map was changing. Tonight, she was determined to navigate them both to pleasure.

The lingerie, a recent and deliberate purchase, whispered against her skin – a delicate web of black lace that both concealed and revealed. Over it, she'd chosen a dress that hinted at sweetness with its soft fabric and pink bow, a deceptive contrast to the fire she felt smoldering within. High heels added to her height and the confident sway of her hips, each step a deliberate invitation.

She found Fig in her usual spot, the dim light of her workshop casting shadows that only heightened the tension in the air. As she stepped into the doorway, she paused for a beat, letting the silence amplify the moment. Her eyes, already sparkling with intent, swept over her, taking in her expression. It was a look she knew well - a mixture of desire and a hint of surprise. A slow, deliberate smile curved her lips.

"Well, hello there, boyfriend," Marie purred, her voice a low, husky rumble that even surprised herself. She licked her lips, the gesture both playful and predatory. Then, with a measured pace, she closed the distance between them. Each step was a sway of her hips, a subtle tease that promised more to come. Finally, she let her hips brush against Fig's. The contact was electric, a jolt that shot through her and, she hoped, through Fig as well.

[figarofabbri]

Fig had been working late. She had taken on so many projects in addition to her schoolwork. She liked helping people, and she liked working with her hands. It was relaxing to let out all of her emotions behind saws, sanders, paint brushes, and tools. Fabrics and threads. Metals and beads.

The familiar smell of Marie's perfume caught Fig's attention before she even heard her voice. At Marie's call Fig looked up towards her with a playful smirk.

"Well hello there to you too, kitten." Fig placed her hands on Marie's hips and brought her close against her, keeping that contact between them. "Can I help you with anything?"

[danyakaling]

Open starter : @happieststarters

Danya sat in her office looking at an empty computer screen, she was super bored since not much had happened all day. She looked at the apple that she had brought to eat in one of her breaks in a quick motion she threw it away in a trash can as it started to look a bit old. She hated things that were either dirty or started to get bad.

The day went by slowly till the end of her shift had arrived. She moved to her car. She drove to the Pizza Planet to eat some fast food there.

She sat and slowly ate her pizza, she liked to be alone but today she felt lonely, she would for sure like it if someone would sit with her to talk, so she decided to wave the first person that entered the restaurant. "Hello! We might be strangers but I could use some company."

[figarofabbri]

Fig was just going to walk in to grab some pizza and buffalo wings and watch whatever sports game was playing on the tv. She was in her own little world when she head someone call out to her.

Fig looked in all directions then pointed to herself.

"You uh, talking to me?" Fig raised a brow.