I donât know much about self shipping and I used to not have âactualâ fictional crushes very often but this stuff looks actually so fun and silly
Stuff about me is I like drawing, video games, creepy stuff, and generally super nerdy things
Starlo would be so obnoxious about Pancake, even before they were dating. And Pancake loves sharing how much she cared about Starlo. It got to the point where others thought they were dating before the announced it. Like.
Starlo: "Oh yeah we're dating now!"
Others: "Yeah we already know."
Starlo: "We started dating two days ago-"
Others: "What were you doing before then??"
It drives the town crazy when they aren't together to the point they kinda gaslit themselves into thinking those two were together. I mean I can't really blame them. Pancake was singing love songs that were star themed on stage a *lot* (Guster's Satellite for example). And Starlo kept gushing about how amazing she was and how she helped a ton and was so comforting and whatnot
And that's not counting how they acted in public. Lighting up when they saw each other, those extra long hugs where sometimes they buried themselves in each other. Making each other laugh. Fighting playfully over who got to pay or what they were gonna buy the other. Starlo's gifts alone.
Yeah they were pretty dang obvious and the only thing that changed when they got together was that they kissed
Maybe Molly or even Percy! Which ever one you want
HI CAT!!!! I wanna do both tbh!!! I don't talk about Percy enough to begin with..... Partially bc my s/i isn't totally finished, but man do I love that loser. Thank you for the ask hehehehe<33
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đ§: What do they like to drink with their breakfast? Coffee, tea, water, orange juice, milk, etc.
Molly
Molly seems like a coffee person to me. Very much the type to not function properly until about noon unless they've had some form of caffeine, but tea just doesn't hit that same vibe coffee does for them.
Percy
Tea. Look at him. Look at this proper gentleman. He seems like one of those people who is very specific about having a certain blend of tea in the mornings with a set amount of sugar and/or cream. He will drink coffee if he's working on a project all night or something similar, but for breakfast, it feels incomplete to him without tea of some kind.
âïž: If they drink coffee, how elaborate is their coffee order? Do they get the same thing every time or have different orders for different occasions?
Molly
This bitch(affectionate) def has an elaborate coffee order. She wants something sweet for sure, but will settle for a latte on a regular day. Caramel is his go-to for a sweet treat or when going out to a cafe, but always wants to try whatever's new or special when trying a spot out for the first time.
Percy
Remember how I said his tea order is highly specific? His coffee order is just black. Espresso if he's feeling it, but no matter the occasion or where he is, he just wants a black coffee. Lame.
đ„: Do they have any unconventional breakfast preferences, like ketchup on scrambled eggs or peanut butter and bacon?
Molly
Not on the daily, but they've definitely tried some wild combinations of food in their life. I do think Molly is a salsa on scrambled eggs kinda guy. I don't know how common that is, but I used to eat it a lot and it's pretty bangin.
Percy
Not any that come to mind? But I know in my heart that he has at least one weird food combination that he swears by but nobody trusts him on. I saw it in a vision. However I am not sure of what it is. Sniffle.
In this scene vax visits cat. They kissed before hand (I need to figure out how it works). After their kiss her patron got angry at her and punished her.
Heâs like âwe canât be togetherâ. Cat is like âI totally agreeâ. Heâs a little taken aback.
Vax is doing this because of his matron bc he saw her first death (I feel like he thinks he could be her future death.). Like he thinks being with is too much of a burden
While cat is doing just straight up lying and is like âI agree! We shouldnât, we arenât even compatible. The kiss was a mistake just forget itâ.
Heâs like âI like you though-â and catâs like âwell I donât!â. Itâs kinda awkward. Sheâs like âyou should just goâ . She opens the door and makes him leave.
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cws: a few swears at the end, but thatâs it âïž
ao3 link if youâd prefer to read it there ^^
âThanks a lot for coming, Mr. Godot. And you too, Sarah.â
âOf course.â Sarah looked awkwardly between Diego and Maya, eventually deciding to smile on the other manâs behalf. He didnât seem keen on responding at the moment. âI should be the one thanking you for letting me tag along. I know I didnât know Mia like any of you did, butâŠâ
âStop that.â A flicker of sadness crossed Mayaâs face, but as quick as it arrived, it was gone. âSis would be happy youâre here either way. I think sheâd like you, you know.â
âWould she?â
âYeah! Youâd remind her ofâŠâ Maya trailed off as she subtly glanced in Diegoâs direction. âUh, letâs head down now. Pearlyâs already there.â
Diego hefted the bouquet heâd brought as he started the walk down the graveyard path. âWe donât want to keep her waiting.â He didnât even glance back to see if they were following.
Sarah exchanged a look with Maya as he fidgeted with his own flowers. They both knew he wasnât talking about Pearl.
âThere you are, Mystic Maya. What took you so-?â Pearl looked up from where she was maintaining the grave, âAh.â
Diego didnât say anything.
Sarah shifted his feet awkwardly. âHey, Pearly.â
âHi Sarah, Mr. Godot.â She studied Diegoâs expression for a moment, but then sprung into action. âAh, right! Here, here. I set up some vases for your flowers, theyâre over-â
âLet me handle it, Pearly. You already cleaned up the grave, I can handle it.â Maya gestured for her to stay put and wandered a short distance away.
Sarah turned his attention to the grave.
It hadnât felt real before just then, if he was being honest. The way Nick, Maya, Pearly, or even Diego himself spoke of her made it feel like she was still with them. Sarah often found himself growing fonder of a woman he barely knew.
But here she was.Â
Mia Fey. 1989-2016.
He felt a wave of sadness looking at those engraved numbers, but decided to shake it off. If Maya wasnât crying, then he shouldnât either. âHey, Pearly,â Sarah turned to her instead, âDo you guys come here often? Everything looks so⊠taken care of.â
He wasnât lying when he said that. The grave was polished, the plants were trimmed, there were even fresh candles arranged gingerly on the grave.
âWe do. Iris comes too, sometimes. She couldnât make it today.â
Sarah paused for a few seconds. âThatâs⊠nice.â He then mentally berated himself. Get it together, Sarah Tonin! Who the hell says âthatâs niceâ after all that?! Donât make it any more awkward! âIâm sure Mia appreciates the gesture. The grave- it looks⊠beautiful. Did you plant those flowers around it, too?â
Pearl smiled. âMystic Mia told me those were her favorites, once.â
Sarah studied the flowers for a moment, then glanced at Diegoâs bouquet. Ah, of course. He always had that eye for detail⊠of course they would be in it.
His musings were interrupted by Maya returning, a vase under each arm.
Pearl and Maya took a step back as Diego knelt by the grave. Sarah watched as he said some things too quiet for him to hear. Even if he could read lips, he still would have turned a blind eye, he decided. This wasnât his place.
He stood a few feet from his friend, glancing over at where Maya and Pearl were standing. Or, just Maya it seemed. She had an odd look on her face- a mixture of pity and sadness. Sarah hoped that wasnât the expression on his face too.
A sniffle brought his attention back to Diego.
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and- ah. He was crying.
Sarah immediately walked to his friendâs side, kneeling down next to him. âHey,â He placed a hand on Diegoâs shoulder, âIf this is too much, we can go. Iâm sure Maya and Pearly wouldnât mind.â
âNo- I,â Diego paused, then offered a hesitant smile. âIâm fine. Thanks.â
Sarah ignored the churning in his stomach, a feeling he hadnât felt in years. âOf course.â
A scathing laugh escaped Diego as he turned to face Sarah. âLook at me. A forty-year-old man crying over his ex-girlfriendâs grave. You must think Iâm pathetic.â
Another tear slipped out from under his mask. Sarah brought his hand gently to Diegoâs face and brushed it away, his expression softening as he returned his hand to the other manâs shoulder. âI donât think that.â
Diego smiled slightly. âOf course you donât.â
Sarah offered him a one-armed shrug. âI would- could never think that.â
âI know.â Diego turned back to the grave. âYouâve already seen me at my lowest and you havenât left my side. Iâm lucky to have you.â
âMr. Armando.â A voice cut Sarah off before he could respond. He didnât recognize it, but based on the way Diego whipped his head around, he did. Sarah followed suit.
âMiaâŠ?â
Sarah noticed first that she doesnât look as awkward in Pearlâs clothes. Pearl has grown a lot in the last seven years.
What he noticed second was that she was noticing him. Or not ânoticing,â per se, but maybe âstudying.â The last time they set eyes on each other was that fateful day seven years ago. Does she recognize him?
âItâs been a long time,â She watches as he and Diego stand, and she looks between the two. âAt least, I think itâs been a long time.â Ah, right. No time passes for spirits- Maya told him that once.
âMia⊠IâŠâ Diego trails off, his words left unsaid.
Mia only pulls him close and hugs him. Maybe heâs startled by the action, or maybe he canât bring himself to hug back. Sarah canât quite tell.
âYou look different. Better- happier. Iâm happy for you.â Mia smiles as she steps back.
âI⊠I canât believe itâs beenâŠâ
âAnd look at you. Youâve built yourself back up,â She tapped the prosecutorâs pin on his lapel affectionately. âMayaâs told me a bit of what youâve gone through in the past few years. Iâm glad you can keep smiling.â
Diego seemed to force a smile. ââŠEven through the hardest times.â
âIâm glad youâre moving on,â Mia continued, ignoring Diegoâs wince. âI hoped you wouldnât mourn me forever. You deserve to find your own happiness, you know.â She glanced in Sarahâs direction and smiled knowingly. Sarahâs eyebrows raised, but he said nothing. That was the most clear blessing heâd ever heard.
âI know. But-â
âDiego,â Mia cut him off, âIâm glad you came today. I think you needed this.â
âTo speak with you?â
âTo get closure.â Sarah watched as she took his hand and squeezed it tight, like Maya often squeezed his own hand. âPlease, Diego. Promise me somethingâŠ?â
Diego processed what she said for a minute, but eventually nodded. âAnything.â
âDonât stay hung up on me, okay? Iâll always be with you here,â She placed a hand on his heart, âAs your friend. I want you to promise me that youâll let other people in there too.â
Sarah nearly flinched as they both glanced over at him. She had practically friend-zoned herself there- a sign that she truly cared for Diego, he thought.
âI think,â Diego finally spoke again, âI think I already have.â
Diego stood next to him as Mia spoke with Maya.Â
âIâm sorry,â Sarah rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. âI donât know why Iâm crying.â
âReunions usually do that to you,â Diego offered him a small smile, âOr you could be crying because itâs all over.â
He was crying too.
Diego didnât say much as they returned to the apartment. It was late- they ate dinner before they left- but Dick had still stayed up to wait for them.
âHow were Maya and Pearl?â He whispered- Ema was asleep on the couch next to him, having stuck around for some detective work if the papers strewn around them were proof of anything.
Sarah told his cousin what they were up to, though theyâd seen both the other day.
âYou guys haveâŠâ Dick trailed off as he realized what he was saying on autopilot, but Godot still nodded.
âI needed that.â
He walked away without a further word, leaving a pair of confused cousins and one slumbering forensic investigator behind.
Dick raised an eyebrow at Sarah, but all he had in the form of a response was a shrug.Â
They shuffled off to bed soon after.
Sarah woke up early the next morning, his heart still beating fast in his chest. He couldnât remember his dream exactly, but heâd dreamt about last night. That he was pretty sure of.
The smell of coffee wafted around the apartment, and Sarah found that it was waking him up as he shambled down the hallway.
âMorning, tomcat.â Diego was facing away from him, looking out the window with a mug of coffee in hand.
âHowâd you know it was me?â
âIâve been living with you and Dick long enough to recognize your footsteps.â He took a sip. âAnd you came from that way, so you couldnât be the detective- investigator, of course.â
Diego offered him the mug as he walked over, and he took a sip. It wasnât his usual black, a taste Sarah had long since grown accustomed to. There was something else with the coffee. MilkâŠ?
âGodot blend #82,â He supplied as he took the mug back.
Sarah glanced out the window. The sun was starting to rise.
Sarah squinted through the windowpane. âLetâs go outside, weâll get a better view.â
âIâm right behind you.â
They stood side-by-side on the balcony as the sun rose.
âIâm glad itâs just the two of us right now.â Diego glanced at him briefly, then back at the scenery. âThereâs something I have to tell you. Something⊠important.â
Sarah immediately felt his mind flood with possibilities.
âIâve been thinking about it all night.â
He couldnât help but pray that Diego wasnât thinking of leaving- or worse yet, that Diegoâs health wasnât taking another turn for the worse. Maybe he still had feelings for Mia. That would be awkward, but tolerable. At least the other man would still be in his life.
âHey,â Diego chuckled as he spiraled, âItâs nothing bad, I promise.â
ââŠHowâd you know what I was-?â
âPerk of knowing you for seven years.â
Diego shifted his weight a few times. He turned to Sarah, took a step forward, then took a step back. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. âIâŠâ He let out a laugh. âIâm at a loss for words.â
Sarah smiled. âIf itâs not bad, then you have no reason to be nervous.â
âI know. I just wanted to do something special. Maybe say it with flair. But I think Iâll just say it.â
âWell?â Sarahâs smile widened, âGo on th-â
âI love you.â
Sarahâs eyes widened.
âI love you, and I think I have for a while. I owe you my life, my love, and more, so please.â He took a breath, âPlease tell me you feel the same.â
Sarah didnât say anything for a minute. Two minutes. Then, âPut your coffee down.â
Diego did as he was instructed, bending over and gingerly setting the mug on the balcony floor. He wasnât even able to straighten himself before Sarah pulled him into a long kiss.
He froze for a second, then stepped closer. He kissed back as he grabbed the other man, holding him tight and close.
They broke apart when they ran out of air.
âWell,â Sarah smirked, âI hope that tells you how I feel.â
Diego only laughed. âWhoâs this confident high prosecutor, and whereâs my Sarah Tonin?â
The man in question laughed. âI canât believe how far weâve come, partner.â
âPartner?â
âIâŠâ His smugness left him for a beat. âI thought that would sound suave and romantic, but it just makes me sound like a cowboy.â
âI thought it was cute, Sarah.â Diego smiled, pushing his coffee farther away with his foot. âAnd Iâd love to be your partner. Or boyfriend, or whatever you want to call it.â
Sarah kissed him in lieu of a response.
Ema pulled the curtains shut as Dick stepped into the kitchen.
âItâs too damn early for this shit.â
Dick tilted his head at her. âToo early for what?â
She shook her head. âIâm sure youâll hear about it soon enough.â
âHear about what?â
Ema didnât respond, reaching for the already full pot and pouring herself a cup of coffee instead.