#holy crab this is long thank you man
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hi ok so i have this entire essay i wrote . on scc . and why you should vote for them in like any romantic tournament poll because im very competitive so i think ill just . copy and paste that yk i think its ocnvincing eniugh
incase your curious how long this all is .
theyre like my fav guys ever . canonically theyre just friends . but like
ANYWAYS they trust and love eachother sooo much its so silly .
#1 sweet introduces himself first as all 3 of them and then himself . he only actually mentions his own name after asking if the player has ever heard of their band ( which,, is just their names put together ) ( + the only thing gayer then creating an underground band to peacefully rebel against a monarchy is actually kissing men )
#2 they have like a very very alarming amount of trust in eachother . not only do sweet and capn trust and agree with everything k_k says with no question, but sweet and k_k also trust capn when he tells them about how he saw ( the player ) help kidnap "some girl" and, presumably, dont question it at all . sweet basically follows you around the entire first half of the game trying to kill you because he trusts capn enough .
#2.1 to go into more depth on agreeing with k_k, he ends up solving all of their ( on screen ) arguments by saying something very vaguely related or just thinking out loud that satisfies the other 2 enough to where theyll stop arguing ( ex, like, when they first show up sweet and capn argue over if theyre rebels or players, and he says " im a cd player ! " . they also later on make a comment about how " if the band fights, we'll get out of tune ! ",, which kinda proves that all of their fighting is lighthearted and not serious
#3 during their ( proper ) introduction, sweet whistles down capn . thats a sound effect that plays in the scene and its not like a fucked up wind sound or anything because it doesnt happen for k_k . its just capn
#4 capn shows a huge amount of concern for k_k when they get hit despite knowing they can easily heal up again . like as in his dialogue there is the only time he uses caps in the entire game im pretty sure
#4.1 also their dialogue implies that they heal eachother after being hit . its not a visual thing or anything . but basically they heal themselves up with almond milk and their dialogue implies that they dont . drink it themselves IDK ITS CUTE
LIKE LIKE LIKE FOR EXAMPLE .
🍬 : im at my acoustic limit . . .
🍰 : have a sip !
OR
🧢 : owww my hat ! they scuffed my hat !
🍬 : ( stop being dramatic and heal ! )
#4.2 also also they all drink out of the same milk carton if you get all of them down at once . i dont know if i should add this or not i just think its cute
#5 whenever you beat them, sweet gets really upset because hes still under the impression that your one of queens minions ! k_k and capn very easily calm him down just by proposing the idea that their dancing was better ( it was ) so they won ! and that their dancing was so good it convinced them ( us ) to be good . sweet immediately follows it up with " welcome to the good side ! "
ALSO A LITTLE SILLY THING . YOU DONT GET ANY MONEY FROM BEATING THEM UNLIKE OTHER BOSSES BECAUSE THEY THINK THEY WON INSTEAD OF YOU .
#6 k_k admires and thinks the other 2 are better then him, putting them before himself . after being told hes second in command by capn when the topic comes up on whos the leader, he mentions how he wants to be 3rd instead . also his check dialogue is " * k_k - the silly one . looks up to the other two "
#6.1 this is kind of a literal thing but the other two also look up to k_k ( mentioned in their check dialogue ! ) . i think,, its both literal and how it sounds ? because they go to k_k for a lot of things ! like solving their arguments or just if they have any question .
#7 they finish eachothers sentences . a lot . in like most of their dialogue actually . theyre so in tune that their minds are constantly on the same wavelength and they know exactly what the others are gonna say . it could also just be so that one character doesnt just have a bunch of dialogue but yk i think the other answer is cuter
#8 its eventually brought up what theyd do with the money they get, and k_k makes a small comment on how they wanna be a car . sweet follows this up with "good thinking k_k ! gotta have a way to get around !"
its literal but like . still a comment about riding your best friend sorry i have the humor of a middle schooler
#9 k_k and capn are never seen without eachother closeby!! every scene that one is in, the other is nearby . for example whenever capn tries scamming you towards the start of the game . or whenever he tries tricking you into going into the wrong teacup ride later on!!
the only place ingame they can be seen without eachother is in the deltarune chapter 3 progress update toby posted a few months ago, and . im hoping they just havent added him in yet
not really canon ? its art by nelnal, their character designer . not really canon but like it has some value . maybe .
#10 in one of nelnals comics about them, k_k dreams about being small enough to be held and caressed by taller versions of sweet and capn . when they wake up theyre like severely dissapointed he isnt actually that tiny and cant actually be doted on like that .
#10.1 in the same comic, k_k figures that if he sits down he can be the same height as he was in the dream, and grabs the other 2 to hug them since theyre nearby ! capn blushes when grabbed :- ) . it sounds kinda awkward without visuals hold on
#11 also in their reference sheet, theres a little doodle in the bottom corner with " なかよし " ( i think ? ) under it, which loosely translates to close or intimate friends
most of this is trust based actually . basically they just love eachother a lot and nothing bad has ever happened to them ever and theyre really fun characters . not canon like at all but . . . silly robot polycule . . . . .
vote for them theyre so cool
^^^
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hi loves
a wee announcement/bit of reflection below the cut
nothing heavy, just some thoughts & updates
First of all, I want to say I love this fandom so much. Truly I do. It has carried me though possibly the hardest, loneliest year of my life (and this ol' girl has been though some dark times). I've made friendships here that I hope to cherish for the rest of my life.
I came into fanfiction in October of last year, after not writing anything substantial for almost a decade. My dear friend at the time said she was looking for a specific Eddie Munson story, so I wrote it for her. I wrote it in first person because I didn't even understand how "reader perspective" was a thing, that's how wet behind the ears I was to this world. My friend, on the other hand, is a well-versed fic reader, and I distinctly remember messaging her like, "okay, what the hell is a Y/N??"
I spent that entire dark, cold winter writing and passing it to her in parts like notes in a classroom. The rush of getting back to something I loved so deeply after so much time away turned me into a monster. I lived and breathed that story. We sent endless messages back and forth every day about what each character would do next, imagining ourselves in that world, with Eddie. We made playlists, we cried. We screamed and giggled and kicked our feet when they finally kissed. We mourned the loss when it ended and moped around a bit before going back to read it all over again. Some 40k words and four months later I realized, holy shit, I think I write fanfiction now?
In a way, fanfiction saved my life. It brought me back to a part of myself I had buried, a part of me that worried it might never see the light of day again. It came crawling out of the ground, gasping for air like, "you better stretch your fingers bitch because I have a lot to say."
In April, I started posting here when the fandom was notably beginning to wane, but I was happy to see there were so many still going hard for our man. I kinda creeped in, like a little scuttling crab, and was grateful to find that a handful of you embraced me.
Long story short, I am NOT leaving, not at all. I know the tone is there, but that is not what this is, lmao. I will hopefully keep this blog for as long as you will have me. I plan to finish writing I'm on Fire and Death Becomes Us, as well as maybe another bit for gargoyle!Eddie, and nightmare!Eddie, but the other series I've started (or planned to start) will stay on hiatus for a while, possibly forever. I will continue to post blurbs and hc's and whatnot, but I won't be committing to any new series or long fics.
My masterlists will remain intact for the time being for those who want to enjoy what is there. That being said, The Nightmare Factory and Stop the World and Melt with You, might be taken down in the future only because I plan to re-work them into original stories. I have a second non-fandom blog in the works that is dedicated to monsters, nightmares, and magic realism, and I will let those who are interested know about it when the time comes.
Mostly, I wanted to let you know that, even if you notice some changes, I will continue to persist with "My 2 Joe's" delulu era, possibly until the earth swallows me up. I am no longer taking requests, but my asks will always be open for thots, blurbs, obsessions, etc. You know how much I love hearing from you.
That's all really. Perhaps this is simply one of those "end of year" thought dumps, but I also wanted to say a heartfelt Thank You to those who continue to support me, enjoy my work, and share it. My Ride or Die monsterfuckers and biker Eddie enthusiasts. My nightmare Eddie dreamers, my Twilight Zone Eddie pineapple heads. My gargoyle Eddie romantics who cheer on our Stone Boy, and my Hybrid Steve lovers who leave their windows open at night. My True Blood friends who appreciate a vampire Eddie who is nothing like Bill Compton. My darlings, my fellow rebel rousers and misfits, my friends.
This is a very symbiotic relationship, and I could not/would not do this without you ❤️
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Part two.... Damn this shit. Long as fuck not even done
Warabi: it's the coldest time of yeeeaarrr! But cod damn I'm so warm in siiioode! When you're close to me and you smile at me! My excitement has no place to hide!
Neta: Warabi
Warabi: while the kids are laughing and screaming and grandma starts to siiing! I pull you aside. A nice place to hide and I pulled out that. Platinum. diamond. ring!
Neta: Warabi please
Warabi: you quickly tried to denyyyy it and that smile. I see you hide it! I give you the best ooooon Frosty Fest cuz our love.is.stronger. than. allllll the rest!
Neta: I'm trying to drive
Warabi: baby take my hand and make me your man- Why'd you turn the radio off?
Neta:........... We're sitting in silence
Warabi: but....it's but it's frosty-
Neta: shut up! [Eating]
Warabi: Don't eat all of the salmon bites. Those are for the guests!!
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Mahi: holy shit. This place is huge.....it's bigger than the original store.
Baja: look he has two stories! Wow! I wonder what he's going to put up there!
Mahi: He said he wanted some sort of cafe lounge or something? This place is really fancy
Baja: Neta really went all out for this- *gasp* it's.. it's
Mahi: calm down. Take some breaths. Don't be fucking weird..... Hey ikkan you bought some wine I didn't know if it was a white wine or a red wine kind of party so I bought both..... Also this is Baja
Ikkan: thanks. You can just set them on the table over there. You must be Warabi's boyfriend he told me about you It's nice to see you.
Baja: Yes I've heard a lot about you. Not just like from TV and social media and the news. I mean but so has everyone else because you're very successful and famous. I'm sorry I'm rambling but Neta told me a lot about you and it's really nice to see you in person.
Ikkan: It's nice to see you too.... What model saxophone is that?
Baja: ... It's a shanty 44 model it's an Alto. Neta wanted me to bring it to play heheh.... It's the same model as your bassoon. It's a shanty 43 model you played it at the hard shell banquet hall at memorial service If your old high school band director 3 years back.
Ikkan: uh.... Yeah... That's.... Yeah that's correct. Wow ......how did he know that? That's very impressive you know a lot about music
Baja: Yeah it's mostly just history stuff.
Ikkan: That's really cool..... What do you usually play?
Baja: I was in jazz band and I also played an orchestra for the last two years of school
Ikkan: do you know how to play Funtime Frost?
Baja: yes
Ikkan: I'll be right back. I'm going to my car.
Baja: I think we're friends!
Mahi: you two are dorks. I'm going to set up the drinks
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Carrie: *gasp* Baja!! I knew you'd come! What do you think of my dress. Pretty isn't it? I usually don't wear light colors like cream or white, but it kind of felt special. I also bought my cello I was going to play it for you remember? but I was rudely interrupted by -... Oh It's just you.
Mahi: Yeah, it's good to see you too you little brat. Get on my way, Baja's over there. Also when Mizole shows up don't try anything. This is a big deal for your dad. I don't ruin it.
Cirrina: as if I would talk to him willingly.... Why is he even showing up? This party is supposed to be for important people. Not has beens like your boyfriend
Mahi: you know what!?!
Neta: Mahi do not fight with my daughter unless you want to be fired! Cirrina crab cakes please don't start fights with the adults. Okay? Show everyone at the party. What a sweet, pretty girl you are.
Cirrina: ok daddy.. ..Oh Bajaaaa! [Flips off mahi]
Neta: monster
Neta: awwww my baby's first crush... She's growing so fast they really do slip through your fingers......*sigh* anyway, everything is set up. Decorations are good... Drinks are all set... The waiters are setting up their trays...... Now we just need to wait for the people..... Baja?
Baja: I've already set up! ikkan's getting his bassoon right now! I can't believe I'm going to be playing with the Ikkan Kane! think I'm going to faint
Warabi: hey Mahi
Mahi: ooh those look good!
Warabi: No, you can't have any of these All right. I made 80 of these and Neta already ate five of them!
Neta: They're good!
Warabi: huff I made 40 cooked ones and 40 raw ones so we have options. DON'T eat all of the raw ones mahi! Save some for the actual guests and that goes for you too babe!
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[live music playing over a crowd of people talking]
Pearl: you know when you said Frosty fast party. I thought you meant the ones you used to have at the boathouse.
Neta: Oh you mean the one when l passed on the floor in my own barf?
Pearl: Yeah those parties were fun hehehehe
Neta: getting too old for that now can't handle my liquor like I used to
Pearl: you couldn't hold your liquor back then either Jackass hahahahaahaha remember you get your hands stuck in the toilet hahahah we had to call the fire department hahahaha
Neta:heheheheh It was the party where you flashed the cops
Pearl: Yeah! I got one of the lady cops' numbers and after hehehe *sigh* good times..... Oh this is the Marina. She's my fiance
Marina: Hi, I've heard so much about you. I also saw you once in concert with squid squad! You're so talented! It's been honor to meet you actually
Neta: ahhh finally meeting you in person. I'm a big fan of you as well. I love the dress by the way you look great. Hope you're enjoying the party
Marina: I definitely am. This is such a gorgeous place and this is going to be your store?
Neta: Yes! We usually just sell music, merchandise, instruments.........concert tickets.
Marina: well That's interesting. Dance socks is actually starting another tour next year... Here is the number to our vendor they make most of our merchandise and I can see if I can contact 'ticket stand' and provide you access to our supply.
Neta:oh thanks!
Marina : We're going to refresh on some drinks and we'll catch up with you and talk about this little business later.......What is this about you flashing cops?
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Baja: Yeah so father was actually an apprentice of ikkan's old band director he spent one year in Krillarney. He had to leave when you was born.
Zuzu: wow! That's true he lived in Krillarney for 5 years! How do you know that ?
Baja: It was in an old interview on subshellet I read. I think it was 7 years ago
Zuzu: hehehe I should hire you to write my memoir you seem to know a lot more about me than I do heheheh...... Hmmm
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Mahi: *sigh*.....*sip*.... Mizole!! Hey over here! Hi babe. [Kiss]
Mizole: hey babe.. [ kiss] I got you a gift..... But it's in my freezer at home. You can't have until tomorrow Mahi I want you to meet wet floor. Guys, this is my partner Mahi.
Mahi: hay guys. Nice to meet you finally...
Wf Candi: He didn't cheat on you yet did he?
Mizole: Candi!!
Mahi: hahaha no!!!..... I hope not
Raley: Oh then he's probably loyal......probably cuz you would definitely know if he was cheating. He's a terrible liar
Mizole: what the hell!! I have never cheated on anyone!!!
Keaton: Yeah I have to back him up on that. He doesn't really cheat. He has ghosted people and never told them that he broke up with them before dating someone else
Mizole: but this time it's fucking different!!. I actually like this one! Mahi makes me happy and I want to see them happy!
Mahi: oh.... mizole.
Mizole: and you know what?? for our one year anniversary that's in a couple months I'm going allllll out! Take them on a trip or some shit! That's how much I care for my partner.
Neil: well I for one am happy you actually found someone that you like.
Mizole: thank you Neil
Neil: I'm more surprised they like you back
Mizole:..........
Mahi: hehehe .. I'm going to go get some food. You hang out with your friends and be nice to each other and I'll be right back and -oh shit. Sorry man I wasn't looking where I was.......... Why the fuck are you here?
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Mahi and Baja ate all of the raw salmon bites before anyone else could get them and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort Saw the whole thing and didn't say anything
#wet floor bullies mizole I'm sorry but they be roasting him every chance they get#Candi and Candi should interact. I feel like they would be best friends#I can't believe I wrote small holiday song just for a bit#Baja is making friends ☺️#He's made one friend. everyone else is kind of scared of him and all the things about their personal lives and obscure information#Pearl and Neta they are best fucking friends#all of neta's best friends besides ikkan are women#Pearl Candi Sylvia pulpo isn't a binary girl they'd definitely identify as trans femme or demi girl if they didn't die
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Yay! More happy things! Thank you much 💕 I got carried away talking about fish so 6. is long but the rest are brief!
6. Arapaima
My favorite fish (not for eating). Big ol’ oxbow lake babies who have to come up for air after 5-15 minutes, it’s why they survive in waters with little oxygen. I love them so much.
Imagine—Deep in the rainforest there’s a lake, one of many born of the floodwaters spilling forth from the Amazon River. The water is still, tranquil amongst the chirping, buzzing, rustling of forest life. A black caiman lurks, drifting across the mirrored surface, prowling for any aquatic life unlucky enough to be stranded here when the floodwater receded.
Something breaches. You wait for another glimpse. Your is patience rewarded with the sight of a beast below, a massive thing nearly 3 meters, ten foot. You see giant scales, dragon scales in green and black, glittering gold in the light. There’s a flash of red tail. The creature is gone.
They ARE in FFXIV but the biggest aquarium is not big enough for them and I would just feel sad seeing one floating in place. Same goes for Animal Crossing.
7. Sugar and Coffee
I’m a tea and croissant type of woman but sometimes I’m a little dessert devil fiending for any sweet. Whenever I want to have something like cake, I need to have a cup of coffee to balance it. Usually decaf because I’m not supposed to have much caffeine, but always a dark roast with a little bit of oat milk or heavy cream to take the acidic edge off. It’s bliss
8. Vaccuming
Ok wait, hear me out.
It is a necessity because I’m allergic to cats and I have two whole idiots to my name, but also it’s just satisfying. Usually I’m just mentally making the same sound as vacuum cleaner or making little race car noises when I go around the couch.
9. Crustaceans
It started as a joke. I was playing Civ VI with my siblings and husband, and I started the church of Crab God 🦀. It was all “haha holy war, Catholicism vs. a bunch of crab worshipping idiots” but then it became an inside joke that never died. Now I unironically love the lil guys. My baby baby sister got me a little crab Lego thing for Christmas, my darling got me a crab plush for our anniversary last year. 🤷♀️ I just think they’re cute, silly little guys.
10. Eels
I’m just gonna finish this by talking about another aquatic creature I’m fucking obsessed with. I saw ONE documentary about endangered American eels a decade ago and I’ve been obsessed ever since. Freshwater eel, Moray eels, DEFINITELY garden eels. Eels good, man.
Same, brother, same
#we’re living la vida insomnia so I once again did this at 3 am#I will not be checking spelling#I will not be checking grammar#I will not check punctuation#she will be scheduled for a more respectable hour and I will not stress#jamjar
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Family Vacation
Bokuto x reader x Akaashi
Author’s Note : no incest, I promise ; the request included some slight BokuAka interaction, however I made it more than slightly ; the hot springs resort is loosely based on three different locations under the Kinosaki Onsen in northern Hyogo [Mikuniya Ryokan, Yutouya Ryokan, Nishimuraya Ryokan]. Each one offers different things, but they all have some common aspects that I liked: seafood served during winter months [November - March], traditional ryokan, and options for the hot springs [indoor, outdoor, and family] ; holy fuck is this wrong.. but holy hell is it erotic
Warnings: introduction of the Bokuto family, best friends to lovers au, playful teasing [about reader’s virginity], some mlm [Bokuto x Akaashi] interaction, fingering, face-sitting, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, spit exchanges and mentions, no penetrative sex, virgin!reader, virgin!Bokuto
“Oh, [Y/N]! I’m so glad you could make it!”
“Thank you for having me, Bokuto-san,”
“Oh, dear, call me Fuyumi! You’re practically family, anyways,” she smiles, eyes crinkling as she does. Her smile makes you smile, bowing in respect as if you haven’t known her for years.
The Bokuto family always spent their winter vacation before New Years at an Onsen in Hyogo. Yasurai-fukurou was well known for their hot springs throughout the year, but their meals included seafood in the winter. Kōtarō and Shinjiro both love seafood, especially crab, so it made sense the Bokuto family would come to this place specifically. Winter meant snow, and snow meant the garden view from the spring was gorgeous, having the silver lining the green foliage as the pebbles along the ground glistened with melted snow, cold and slippery. It was Kōtarō’s and Machiko’s favorite season, so it was an added bonus. The family had the money to spend, treating the members to a relaxing trip. Even Keiji, Kōtarō’s friend, joined them his first year at Fukurodani.
You didn’t usually attend, yet you always wanted to. Your family celebrated holidays differently, so you often found yourself swamped with family activities around December, only getting free to hang out by the time school started back up. Always wishing to go, you finally got your wish this year. With the stress from school this past semester, your family decided to let you choose what to do, so you declined spending the holidays with your family. Instead, you were free to spend that quality time with the Bokuto family. Fuyumi practically begged Kōtarō to invite you, knowing you’d be alone, so you didn’t have to worry about inviting yourself. There was one problem, however.
“[Y/N] should room with us!” Machiko points out. “She can’t board with boys!”
“What do you take us for? We’re her best friends,” Kōtarō waves off his sister. “I worry Amaya might try to wrestle her,”
“She could use the practice!” She pipes up, only to be shut back down. “I wouldn’t hurt her,”
“Why not let the girl choose herself? It is where she will stay, in the end,” Shinjiro said. Although he was right, you suddenly felt your heart tugging in two different directions. Machiko and Kōtarō gave you the puppy dog eyes, begging to choose them. A heavy sigh came from you as you weigh the options presented in front of you.
“I trust Keiji and Kōtarō, I’ll room with them,”
“No!” The two girls dramatically shout, falling to their knees. Fuyumi laughs, patting your back.
“Good choice, dear,” she compliments. You know why. Her daughters may be considered mature and adults, but they are both hectic and chaotic in their own way. At least with Kōtarō, he has Keiji with him. There’s no reason to mull over the decision, you know full well that Keiji and Kōtarō wouldn’t hurt you.
Once settled into each room, your bedding laid between the two of them, the trip to relax in the ryokan was in order. The two genders were separated, of course, so you sat in the spring with Machiko, Amaya, and Fuyumi. It wasn’t a bad thing, being with the three, but you knew Machiko and Amaya like to tease you.
“Gosh, [Y/N], you’re so innocent! You’ve never done anything?” Amaya’s face made it seem like she was much more malicious than on the surface. “Even I had a couple boyfriends that I had special adventures with before your age,”
“Excuse me? Amaya!” Fuyumi scolds her daughter. “You never told us this,”
“Why would I? You and dad never allowed me to have a boyfriend until I graduated. Kōtarō even had a girlfriend in his second year,” she pouts, puffy cheeks making her less malicious and much more adorable. Though unintentional, her words make your mood sour, Kōtarō’s slipping from her lips. Machiko notices this, however.
“Well, Kōtarō is a boy and I told your father to make sure he doesn’t do any of that dating stuff, but it seems like he did,”
“You know, I’m kind of tired. I’m really relaxed,” you mention, moving to exit the water. “I should lay down and take a nap,”
“Oh, are you sure? Dinner will be served soon,” Machiko holds out her hand, as if to stop you. You’re quick about getting out, rinsing yourself off before wrapping a robe around your naked body.
“I’m sure. Wake me when dinner’s ready,” you cheerfully smile, waving to them as you leave the setting. Your smile falls, an artificial thing as you continue to pad towards the room. Passing the window leading to the garden, you notice the cascading of the white snowflakes, shimmering in the light from the outdoor lamps. It’s peaceful, the way it floats down to the ground until it rapidly melts, joining the slush forming on the pathway. A sigh leaves you, heart aching from the words Amaya let spill.
It wasn’t her fault, you tell yourself that as you continue to the room. Amaya doesn’t know, but Machiko does. Machiko has always had the older sister intuition, knowing when her younger siblings had something to hide or something embarrassing. Whether it was from her years of travel around the world, or just a trait of hers, she could pinpoint things that made you want to crawl in a hole. What does Machiko know, exactly? Your big, fat crush on her little brother.
Kōtarō has been your crush as long as you’ve known him, aka since you guys were waddling around with chubby legs. Your family and his family live near each other, so it made sense for you two to play a lot as children. As the years passed, your admiration for him evolved into a crushing thing, yet your young mind wouldn’t allow such a horrid thing to be spoken. No, it festered until you broke down one day in high school and confessed to the dark of the night, the only witness of your confession was the moon. You confessed that you loved him, you were in love with him, nobody else could compare. It hurt even more now, knowing you were falling in love with him while he was loving someone else. Even Keiji probably loved Kōtarō, knowing how close they were. You wouldn’t put it past them to be in a relationship, either. Each thought accompanied a step you took, each one bringing tears to prickle your eyes as you finally shut the door to the room, and your problems.
With the dark encompassing the room, you found yourself easily situating yourself on the ground to cry, curling up in a ball as you did so. A pathetic scene, you knew it was, yet you couldn’t help yourself.
After you left the ryokan, Shinjiro happened to be talking to the boys in front of him, both of them flushed red from the warmth of the bath and the topic at hand.
“I knew something was off in the way your mother encouraged you to invite her! I never thought it’d be that, however,” his guffaw had Kōtarō sinking into the water, bubbles coming from his nose as he huffs. Keiji looks at him pitifully, but doesn’t do much of anything else.
“She doesn’t even like me like that. This trip was a mistake,” Kōtarō mumbles, his mouth going back under the water. Keiji sighs, looking into the water where his distorted hands lie. Before he can speak, Kōtarō beats him to it. “I have to go to the bathroom. I think I’ll leave early,”
“You sure it’s just that?” Shinjiro teases. “Or are you going to wait for your lovely friend?”
“Okay, maybe it’s a bit of both,” he huffs, cheeks puffed out. Keiji lets the words die on his tongue, letting Kōtarō leave the spring without any reason to look back.
Shinjiro sighs, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks into the water. “Maybe I went too far. I shouldn’t tease him about his crush, it seems like it’s important to him. I don’t think she sees him in that light, anyways,”
“She does, actually. I think she’s been in love with him for a while,” he confesses. Shinjiro’s eyebrows rise as the words sink in. However, he is quick to understand. No longer laughing and joking, his smile is more bitter and sad. A pity smile.
“And you’ve been in love with her, haven’t you?”
Keiji turns his head to the side, yet he nods. The red dusting his cheeks is no longer just the warmth of the water. Shinjiro moves closer to Keiji, putting his hand on the younger man’s back.
“Then tell her. You both need to confess, not let this fester and turn into something ugly. Don’t let this ruin your friendship with Kōtarō, either. It’s not worth it,”
“I know. I know, Bokuto-san,”
“When you gonna call me Shinjiro? Or even dad? You need to let loose, Keiji!” He laughs again, getting Keiji to crack a smile.
While Keiji ponders how he should go about this, Kōtarō trudges up to his room for the week, unaware you’ve also turned in early. His mood has taken a turn for the worse, hair deflating as he pouts. No matter what, he’s always found himself finding your validation to be the most important. Throughout the years, he’s reached out to both you and Keiji for validation, finding them both to be important to him. While he knows Keiji partially does it just to make him happy, which he is thankful for, he knows yours is genuine. Even when he forced himself to move on, knowing you didn’t see him in that light, he found it hard. You followed him into his dreams, gleeful chimes of your laughter as the future he aims for bloomed into an obtainable goal. Yet, he’d wake up to see the empty space beside him, a brutal reminder that his dreamt future would stay in his head, playing on loop until he could do something about it in the real world.
When his door comes into view, he sighs, relief flooding through him. As he gets closer, he hears a soft voice from inside. Leaning his ear against the shut door, he hears you — a squeak of his name, accompanying a soft mewl, most likely held back due to the thin walls. Even he understands what you’re doing, it’s not like he’s never thought of you that way, finding himself wishing you could relieve his stress in the best way possible. As to respect your privacy, and settle his nerves, he quietly creeps away, to his parent’s booked room. He decides to use the toilet in there, giving you a few moments to finish your own business.
Leaning against the door once more, he doesn’t hear your heavy breaths or your moans and mewls, so he slides open the door to see you under the covers, laptop shining in your face as a movie plays. “Hey, what’re you doing here?”
“Huh?” You jump, turning to see Kōtarō’s large frame at the entrance of the room. It’s scary, the way he seems to have popped up after you finished, or attempted, getting off on thinking of him. “Oh, Kō. It’s just you. No more hot springs for you?”
“Oh, no, I found it to be getting too hot,” he lies, rubbing his neck. The robe you’re wearing is the one you put on after exiting the spring, so his perverted little mind knows you’re completely naked underneath. Not only that, you’re probably nice and slick from thinking about him—
He stops himself, hearing your voice. “Did you hear me? I asked if you wanted to watch the movie with me,”
“Oh, sorry, off in my own world. Uh, sure, what is it?”
“Crown for Christmas. A sappy romance Christmas movie, from America. It’s very predictable, but it’s cute. My mom loves it, so I brought it to watch,”
“Oh, that’s interesting,” he hums, lying on his own bedding. He didn’t move closer to you, giving you some space, but he finds himself panicking when you move closer.
“Can’t see if you’re all the way over there, dummy,” you giggle, pressing play. He can’t find it in himself to focus, the movie being background noise to his thoughts. The hot springs help to add a special glow to your skin, making it seem smoother than before, and you smell so nice, not to mention he can feel his cock throbbing at your soft voice calling out his name. What would it be like if he used his own fingers, would you be able to hold back? Or would you come completely undone as you came on his fingers— even better, his cock? Just the thought has him groaning, head shoved into his pillow as you pause the movie, probably confused.
He looks up, seeing your dazed expression — yep, totally confused. He sighs and shrugs, apologizing. “Are you okay? You seem.. tense,”
“Tense?” That’s one way to describe it, he supposes. “I’m just.. dad was teasing me earlier. That’s why I left. I’m.. remembering what he said,”
“Oh, I get that. Amaya kept teasing me about girl stuff, so I left. Machiko tried to stop me, but I was already out of the water,” you admit. It’s not the full truth, but that’s okay.
“Girl stuff? Like what?” Kōtarō never shied from girly stuff, including the weird stuff that happened to girls like puberty and the menstrual cycle. You chalked it up to his older sisters being shameless, never making it seem gross. Even when you started your period in class, Kōtarō was there to help you, a knight in shining armor.
You wish they were less shameless.
“Oh, um, you know, the romantic stuff,”
“Like? Boyfriends?”
“Yeah, I’ve.. never had one. No experience on my end. Amaya was teasing me because she had a couple of boyfriends before my age, so it.. it didn’t hurt my feelings, but it made me feel some kind of way, you know?” Your attempted explanation was kind of butchered, trying to explain it without giving too much detail. Kōtarō wouldn’t judge you, of course not, it wasn’t something to judge you about.
He knows the feeling, being inexperienced.
“W-Well, if you want any experience before going into the dating scene, I could.. always help you,” he whispers. His words hang in the air, settling into both of your minds. He’s berating himself for using such a lame line to try and get in your pants, but you’re trying to find a way to say yes without seeming desperate. However, “I mean! I have experience, so I could help you! I’d say I’m pretty good at doing stuff. Oh! It could be like.. any advice or something.. hands on,” he whispers the last part again, his confidence melting like snow on a summer’s day when your face falls.
It isn’t you don’t want it, you just would prefer him to not word it like that. It reminds you of Amaya’s words and the pain in your chest, the churn in your stomach. “If you’re gonna be like that, maybe I should ask Keiji,” you huff, turning your body away from his. Focusing on forcing your stomach to stop twisting in knots, you don’t even notice when Kōtarō closes the laptop and presses himself against you. Well, not until you feel something pressing into your back. “Kō—”
“Don’t be like that. I’ve never actually gone all the way, I’ve been saving that for someone special. I can help, though, if you’d let me,” his breath fans over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His arm snakes under you, pulling you into his stomach while he lays on his back.
“Kōtarō!”
“You’re stressed, gotta loosen up a bit. I’m helping,” he just says, making sure your legs are hooked over his. With the lack of clothing under the robe, your nether region is spread open towards the door, sending your adrenaline skyrocketing. Kōtarō is quick to ease that, his thick fingers spreading open your folds while his middle finger rubs against your sensitive clit. “You’re absolutely soaked, do I turn you on that much?” He’s grinning, you know he is. Gritting your teeth, you keep your mouth closed as you focus on the feeling of his fingers, now sliding up and down and collecting your slick.
Kōtarō doesn’t want to tease you for too long, slipping his middle finger into your cunt as you mewl, hand coming to cover your mouth. “What a reaction. I wonder..” he trails off, pulling his finger out, only to add in three fingers. You’re arching, legs tending against his as he fingers you, lips pressing themselves to your hair and ear. When his tongue flicks out against your ear, you squirm and he grunts, his left arm keeping you firm against him. “Sensitive, are you?”
He doesn’t get any vocal confirmation from you, but the way you’re clenching around his fingers tells him all he needs to know. He makes sure to keep his thumb bumping against your clit, adding pressure. You can feel the familiar feeling, the beginning of an orgasm as he pumps his fingers into you. With a squeal of his name, your nails dig into the meat of his arm, liquids spilling out of you and all over Kōtarō’s fingers. The squishing sound enters your ears, legs tensing as you mewl, his fingers rubbing themselves against you some more.
“You’re so wet.. I bet it’d be easy to slip my cock in there, wouldn’t it?” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest as your cunt clenches at the thought, your wildest fantasies so close to coming to fruition when someone clears their throat. You pop up, Kōtarō jolting and keeping you on his chest as he moves.
Keiji is looking at the both of you, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. The room is dim, only the lights from outside the inn illuminating him. He’s right at the door, right in front of where Kōtarō was just fingering you. Kōtarō’s hand finally leaves from between your legs, glistening wetness shown in the lamplight. “If you want to give her experience, you need to go over everything involved in foreplay, Kōtarō. There’s more to prep,”
“M-More?” your voice is small, barely a whisper as you find more slick oozing from you, Keiji entering the room. He kneels down in front of you, still held against Kōtarō’s chest.
“Has he even kissed you, yet? Or did he go headfirst into fingering you?” When you shake your head, Kōtarō himself sucking in a breath, Keiji knows he was right. With the elegance he always exudes, Keiji tilts your chin up towards him. “Then, allow me,”
The kiss is gentle, yet not simple. His lips are firmly against yours, molding perfectly as he keeps your chin tilted. As he deepens the kiss, you find your hands grasping at his own robe, feeling yourself lighter than you were when you had entered the room. Keiji moves to pull away, a brisk kiss on your lips once more before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, sending heat all over your body.
“Akaashi..” Kōtarō whines, his grip on you tightening. “This is supposed to be my time with her,”
“Well, you’re going too fast. Why not elongate the time spent together, hm?” His voice sends tingles down your spine, his hands removing you from Kōtarō’s grasp. “Lay back, Bokuto-san. You’ll get your turn,”
Your brain is going haywire as he speaks, undoing Kōtarō’s robe with unconscious grace. He’s not doing it on purpose, you know he isn’t, it’s just how he is. Once Kōtarō has been disrobed, you find more heat springing to your cheeks as his muscles ripple and flex. The lack of light prevents you from seeing everything, but you’ve always found yourself insatiable when thinking of his broad frame and what hides under his clothes.
“Give me your hand, [Y/N],” Keiji’s voice has you coming back down to earth, yet you find yourself once more shy with Kōtarō’s legs spread, his cock heavy and so large in Keiji’s hand. You comply, though, your much smaller hand joining Keiji’s around Kōtarō’s girth. It’s so much, the way it feels and the heat of the skin under your fingertips. A soft groan comes from Kōtarō as Keiji moves his hand, his other hand shuffling you between his legs.
“This is called a handjob, [Y/N],” Keiji says. You nod in understanding, realizing he’s teaching you. “Moving your hand up and down the shaft is the basic function of it, but you can also use your fingers to tease the slit, like so,” he demonstrates, swiping his thumb over the small slit, puffy and red where Kōtarō’s cum is dripping from. The simple act has Kōtarō throwing his head back, moaning as his hand covers his mouth. The walls are thin and if his family is back, they probably have a good idea of what’s going on.
“I see,” you hum, continuing to move your hand up and down the shaft. Keiji nods, seeing you’re understanding.
“Or tease his balls, like cupping them or massaging. Don’t squeeze them hard, though. It won’t feel very nice,” his hand moves to cup and tease Kōtarō’s balls, the man himself laying on his back as his face turns red, the ministrations getting to be too much. “There’s also a blowjob, but we can teach you that next time,”
“N-Next time??” You squeak, jumping a bit. Whether it was a one time thing or the beginning of a relationship didn’t cross your mind. His words, however, seem to please you more than imaginable.
“Of course, darling. We’re not done here, either. Why don’t you let Bokuto-san show you what other kinds of pleasure he can give you?” At Keiji’s words, Kōtarō pops up with a bright smile on his face.
“Sit on my face, baby,”
“Oh, woah, wow, uh..” you stop, unsure how to politely decline. His mouth and nose, down there? Not to mention your weight on his head? You were sure he’d regret his decision. “I don’t think”
“I’ll be fine. C’mon, I gotta show you what else my mouth can do besides dirty talk,” he winks, sending more heat to your cheeks, making you feel rather hot for a winter’s day, clad in only a robe. Keiji seems to read your mind, taking your robe from your shoulders, the belt falling undone easily from the previous activities. Once you’re down to your birthday suit, Keiji presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, a whisper to go that sends you crawling closer to Kōtarō’s face. He grins, eagerly taking your thigh and placing it on the other side, keeping your drenched cunt close to his face. He says something, but only a muffled noise comes out, his tongue swiping along your folds.
With your back to him, Keiji wishes he told you to face him and watch, yet he finds the scene of you erotic. He may have a bit more expertise than you and Kōtarō, it seems that’s all that’s needed. He smiles, gaze catching on the way Kōtarō’s fingers dig into the fat of your thigh, making indents. Completely forgotten, Keiji spits a glob onto Kōtarō’s cock, him jumping at the feeling. With a few more pumps of his hand, he flicks his tongue against the head.
Kōtarō’s moan has you mewling, the sound acting as a vibration as your fingers tug harshly on the silver and black strands. Though not as long as they were in high school, there’s enough to grasp and pull on. The wet sounds from behind you has your head turning, eyes falling on Keiji’s mouth wrapped around Kōtarō’s cock. It’s an erotic scene, his head moving up as more of the length is revealed, his blue eyes settling on your own as you feel a nip down below. So focused on Keiji, Kōtarō wants your attention all on him. Keiji chuckles, almost like a hum, that vibrates around the cock in his mouth that has Kōtarō moaning.
The tongue that flicks against your clit has you squirming, restrained mewls and moans leaving your lips as hands tug on his locks. Kōtarō licks and suckles on your clit occasionally, then moves down to prod and swipe over your entrance. The position makes it easy for him to breathe, but he moves down further. New position has you squealing, hands flying to your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure. Another moan from Kōtarō that sends shivers down your spine, heat to your core, accompanying the obscene noises of Keiji sucking Kōtarō off.
With Kōtarō’s nose bumping against your clit, his tongue’s only focus is on your pretty little cunt, sucking and swirling his tongue. The sensitivity from earlier makes quick work of you, hunching over as your thighs tighten around Kōtarō’s head, his strong hands keeping you from hurting him as you gush all over his face. A moan comes from him as he laps at your juices spilling over his face, his own orgasm coming as Keiji takes him down as far as he can. Globs of white cum spurt from the side of Keiji’s mouth, a gagging sound as he struggles to swallow it.
A hand on your shoulder has you leaning back, falling against Keiji’s chest with his cheeks puffy. Kōtarō manages to look up at the scene, gaze fuzzy as he watches Keiji kiss you once more, cum seeping from where his lips meet yours. When Keiji pulls away, his tongue is out, pushing the dripping cum into your mouth where the rest lies. It’s enough to have Kōtarō hard once more, a dark and heavy blush settling across his cheeks and nose.
The thick appendage pressing into your back once more has you gasping and jumping, some cum spilling out your mouth and down your chest. As it travels between the valley of your breasts and over the perk nipples, Keiji takes it upon himself to lap at the milky droplets. You gulp down the rest in your mouth, making a show of it by tilting your head up, throat contracting as you swallow it all. Kōtarō finds himself unable to look away from the scene.
“Ah, seems like someone’s still raring to go,” Keiji breaks the silence, eyes glancing back to look at Kōtarō’s cock, once more standing tall and proud. He then looks to you. “Shall I let you handle this one alone?”
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Saw the summer event and immediately came running- ok! Can I order a hotdog with ketchup and hot sauce, with a side of onion rings to share with Sanemi?? Please and thank you!
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Summer Feelings Event
'love shack' / Shinazugawa S. x Reader
warnings: NSFW, public sex, fingering, dirty talk, slut shaming, impregnation kink
words: 1,249
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“Oi, oi, oi! I told you to watch your step, you brats!”
“Screw you, man! It’s not my fault that I got pinched by a crab!”
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and it’ll be a jellyfish next time!”
“Sanemi, knock it off,” you scold as you poke your head out of the lifeguard station. “They’re just kids.”
With a grunt, Sanemi lowers his megaphone. The kids – more like preteens – merely flip Sanemi off and take off running. “And it’s just a crab,” he snips. “They don’t have to scream bloody murder over the fucking thing.”
You scoff in amusement. “Just wait until you have your ownkids.”
At that, Sanemi snaps his head in your direction, his eyes going wide. “Are you… pregnant?” he asks, voice dropping low.
“No,” you say with a snort. You hold back a huff of laughter as his muscles visibly loosen. “Well,” you continue, a mischievous lilt to your tone, “unless you want me to be.” You innocently bat your eyes at him.
Dragging a hand down his face, Sanemi glances to either side of the station, looking for any potential voyeurs. “Didn’t peg you as the type to want to do it during work,” he throws back, his tone nearly matching yours.
“You didn’t peg me yet.”
“…Ah, shit.”
Before you know it, Sanemi is storming around the corner of the station, grabbing onto your forearm and forcibly yanking you out of the public’s sight. You giggle at his burst of excitement and the glare he throws your way. You always know what buttons to push, don’t you? Looking sexy as hell in the little one-piece swimsuit, hair pulled back and away from your neck – fuck, if you don’t drive him crazy on a regular basis.
“Someone’s acting like a needy slut, aren’t they?” Sanemi growls as he backs you into a corner. His tanned skin smells like sand and salt water, warm to the touch and just begging for your hands to drift all over him. Bright red trunks hang from his lithe hips, the waistband low enough to show off his V-line and the light trail of hair underneath his belly button. “Whatcha looking at, sweetheart?” he sneers.
“Something tasty,” you merely say.
A growl slips through Sanemi’s lips as he pushes a muscular thigh between your legs. “Dirty little troublemaker, thinking about cock while you’re on the job.” He clicks his tongue. Reaching around, he promptly slaps your ass, a slight smirk coming to his face when the tiniest noise graces his ears. “What was that? Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked that, huh?”
“You like it just as much, buddy,” you taunt.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
That’s the last fucking straw. Another angry noise rumbles in Sanemi’s chest as he shoots forward, claiming your lips in a fiery kiss. Shit, you don’t even know if it can be called that; it’s nothing but a mess of tongues and bites, and it doesn’t surprise you that Sanemi’s cock stirs to life against your thigh. He’s always liked it rough, after all. He only further proves that point as he steadily rocks you against his thigh, flexing the muscle and smirking whenever you moan into his mouth.
“Stupid fucking thing,” he breathes, pulling away and mouthing at your jaw instead. He means your swimsuit, obviously, especially with the way he keeps snapping the edges digging into your asscheeks. “This ain’t no uniform – this is a tease.”
A surprised noise bursts from your throat as he hanks the straps down your arms, causing your breasts to pop out. Your nipples stand to attention, looking deliciously pert and oh so welcoming. “That’s fucking better,” Sanemi snarls. Dropping his mouth, he eagerly lathers your breasts with attention, sucking in each nipple one at a time while a hand plays with the other.
It doesn’t take long for his other hand to reach down between your legs and push the fabric of your swimsuit to the side. You slap a hand over your mouth as two fingers easily push their way inside your pussy. Sanemi openly groans around a breast, his thumb seeking out your clit and rubbing circles into it.
“Shit, you really are a slut, huh? Feel how fucking wet you are, baby? We’re in public, don’t you know?” A wicked smile blooms on his face. “Think you can keep it down while I fuck you dumb?”
“Sanemi-“ You cut yourself off with a squeal as he slaps your ass again.
“Answer the question.”
With a feeble nod, you reach down and hold your swimsuit away from your quivering pussy. Sanemi sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth, his gaze flickering between your sopping cunt and the desperate look on your face.
“Now that’s a good little slut.”
Shuffling his trunks off, his cock springs to attention, the tip red and oozing precum. A hand drifts down your thigh, clenching onto it in a strong hold before hiking it upwards and settling in on his hip. His cockhead brushes against your slit, gathering your arousal; you groan as he rocks his hips into you, his cock just barely slipping past your folds.
“Sanemi, come on, just fuck me already-“
“You said you wanted me to get you pregnant, right? Maybe I should - you know, pump all my cum into that tight cunt of yours and make your belly swell. You’d like that, huh? Be all fucking swollen with my kid? Lemme make you mine¸ baby, and let everyone else know, too.”
“Oh, Jesus,” you breathe. Sanemi sucks in another breath when a fat drop of slick gushes onto his cock.
“Good slut. I’m gonna fuck you know, got it? Hopefully I don’t break a wall.”
And shit, he does; his cock slips inside you and fucks you good, all nice and deep. You deserve this because you’re a fucking tease, just a little slut wanting a healthy dose of cock and wanting her insides painted white. Oh, and Sanemi is here to deliver. He sucks on your bouncing tits while he ruts into you, groaning whenever your velvety walls refuse to let him go. You cling onto him for dear life, eyes rolling into the back of your head once he focuses on your g-spot and rams his cockhead into it.
“Fuck,” Sanemi seethes, his hand slapping your ass again. “You’re so fucking hot, holy shit.” You can tell he’s getting desperate, that his orgasm is drawing closer. He snarls into your ear like a wild animal, his relentless pace turning sloppy. “I’m gonna cum in you, you little slut. I’m gonna fill your fucking insides and make you all nice and big. You can do that for me, yeah? Be my sexy little mama?”
It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but holy shitdo your insides squeeze around his cock, just as eager to have him shoot his load into you. His fingers play with your clit while he pants into your ear, his hips jerking unevenly as his orgasm finally washes over him.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he grunts. “Cream on my cock, baby. I swear to god if you don’t I’ll make sure you won’t walk-“
His filthy words are enough to do you in; with a hand muffling your shout, you convulse around him. The fingers hanging onto his shoulder dig into the muscle, leaving crescent shapes in their wake.
Hehe, all in a day’s work, you guess.
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Previously on Tensei’s Birthday Bash:
“Love,” I tug your sleeve, “Is the option of going out still open?”
“Tensei, it’s almost midnight - we can’t go out now,” you retorted.
“I have a sudden urge to go to the beach,” I say, looking out of the window, “The sky looks amazing, doesn’t it?”
“I have to go to work tomorrow, honey,” you say, cupping my cheeks.
“Please, love… for me?”
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You turned to face Tensei. You felt his grip on you tighten as you pressed your hands against his soft cheeks. You smiled, seeing him close his eyes and savour the small act.
How could you say no to him? Every single thing he does makes your heart leap. Even by just melting into your touch, all of your rationality is thrown out of the window - just to make this male’s wishes come true.
“You better make me breakfast tomorrow,” you whisper, trying to not break the tension you both built in this small haven.
“Come on, Y/N - it’s my birthday tomorrow! I’ll cook the day after.”
“I don’t care if it’s your birthday, you’re making me breakfast tomorrow,” you got off the bed and went to get your bag.
Once you got your bag, you turned to face Tensei.
God, this man is a literal baby.
“Fine, I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”
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You helped Tensei into his wheelchair and then proceeded to walk beside him, heading to the beach. You enjoyed the soft light hitting your skin, closing your eyes as you gripped the back of Tensei’s seat. A small hum left your lips as you took in the crisp, cold air of the night.
“I told you this was a good idea,” he said, a smug look painted on his face.
You looked at the dark-haired male, annoyed.
“I have work tomorrow, Tensei - I’m scared I might oversleep,” you say, sighing, “...but I do miss the beach.”
“It’s been a long time since we went to our little oasis, hasn’t it?” he said, happiness laced in his voice, “We made a lot of memories there, you and I.”
You smiled, reminiscing all the moments you’ve shared with the former Pro-Hero.
“Do you remember when you tried to burn that ice cream I was eating with your quirk?” you said, laughing, “I remember how disgusted you were when the cream actually entered your engines.”
He tried wiping the cream off of the metal piece but resorted to asking you since he couldn’t clean it properly.
“You remember when a crab pinched your cheeks?” He said, holding back his laughter, “You cried so hard.”
“You can only joke about that when you actually feel the strength of a crab with its claws,” you retort, annoyed by his actions.
“Hey, hey - Wasn’t I the one calming you down?”
He was. He ran to a shop nearby and got an ice pack to cool down your cheek. He sat beside you, rubbing your back as you cried due to the immense pain. He kissed you on your forehead in hopes of calming you down.
“You were - you always have been by my side, Tensei,” You say, ruffling his hair.
“Don’t plan on changing that anytime soon,” he replied, pulling on your sleeve.
You faced the male beside you and instantly you were in awe. The blue tone of the sky had perfectly painted itself onto him, the cool tones brightening his cerulean eyes. His hair softly swished against the strong winds, framing his face so well. You stared at his lips against the soft blue hue of the night. Even against the cold colours, the redness of his lips still managed to shine, making it look so soft.
“You okay?” He asked, worried.
Thank God he didn’t know how much you loved him under this soft light.
“I’m good, Tensei,” you say, turning to the road ahead of you.
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You closed your eyes as you stepped into the sea, enjoying the feeling of the warm water brushing against your feet. The heat from the body of water warmed your whole body like a small blanket. You enjoyed the feeling of the soft sand against the soles of your feet, rubbing your skin like a massage. The fresh breeze hit your skin, waking your senses.
It felt as if you came home from a long day at work.
It was so relaxing, so calming.
You missed this - a lot.
You turned to face Tensei enjoying the sea as much as you did. His eyes were closed, taking in the salty yet fresh smell of the breeze.
The blue hues of the night painted his skin so well it was not fair. No one could deny how amazing he looked under the night’s palette - he carried it with such poise.
It was times like this where you were reminded how precious Tensei is. After all, he was the very person who taught you how to love.
His lips lifted into a smile as he opened them and saw you staring at him.
“I am just that good looking, huh?”
Scratch that - he was an annoying ass.
You stared at his legs your heart dropped.
This was the first time he’d ever come to the beach with his crutches.
You knew how much he loved the beach - he loved it even more than you.
He went on and on about his memories with Tenya, his friends and his personal ones that took place on the sand you stood on.
You knew how much he loved the beauty of this little oasis, but he could no longer enjoy it.
He was the one who brought you to this very beach, but could no longer feel the freedom it gave.
If he can’t stand by himself properly, he’ll stand beside me.
“Tensei,” you started, “Do you want to enter the waters with me?”
“I can’t, Y/N…” he trailed off, looking at his crutches.
“I only need to carry you to the sea. You know water buoyancy exists, right?” you remind him.
“But -”
“I’m coming there,” you say, getting out of the water and heading towards him.
You stood behind him, and slowly took his left arm off its crutch and placed it on your shoulder. You gripped his side, pulling him closer to you.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, Iida Tensei,” you say, laughing, “I’ve thought this through - it’ll work. Besides, you still have to get that right arm to work properly - you can do that, right?”
I like being the teaser once in a while, Iida Tensei.
“Stupid,” he chuckles as he turns to face the sea, “Let’s do this.”
“Ok! So there are roughly around 3 steps we need to do to reach the waterline. Once we reach there, you’re going to let go of your crutch and press your weight against me. I’ll carry you on my back and bring you into the water. From then on out, you just need to keep at least one limb on me. Clear?”
“Why don’t you just let me use my crutches until the waterline?” he asked.
Oh.
“I didn’t think of it,” you say, smiling in embarrassment.
“Dumb,” he teased.
“Hey! I could easily drop you here, you know?” You say, chuckling.
“You wouldn’t,” he said as he kissed your cheek.
Damn you.
“Okay, okay - let’s move,” you said, focusing on the mission at hand.
One.
“Damn, this is hard - why are you so weak, Y/N L/N?” Tensei said.
“Be careful, sir - your safety depends on me.”
Two.
“Why are you so heavy?” You ask, panting.
“I haven’t exercised in a long time and I eat a lot, I basically move using a wheelchair - you need more reasons?”
“Understood, sir.”
Three.
“Ok, we’re here,” he said, smiling.
“Yeah, yeah - smile. I have to literally carry you now,” you say, irritated.
“Hey! You suggested this, not me.”
“I did, didn’t I?” you say, sighing.
“How about I sit down on the sand first? After that, you can push me from the back?”
“Sir, have you heard of gravity?” you retort, “But sitting down for a while sounds nice.”
You gripped his sides tightly as you heard him drop the other crutch to the floor.
Time for payback, sir.
You immediately dropped him, making him fall on his behind.
“I did say your safety depended on me,” you replied, smiling.
“Oh?”
Oh, shit.
Using his crutch, he hit your calves lightly but just enough to make you lose your stability and fall face-first onto the sand.
“I’m still smart, you know?” He replied, smug laced in his voice.
“I’m sorry - weren’t you the one who forgot the existence of gravity?” You retort, rubbing off the sand.
“Holy shit, Y/N,” he began laughing at your sand-filled face, “Why don’t have my phone with me? I need to take a picture of you!”
This idiot.
“You got a lot of guts to do that to me now, don’t you?” you say, forming a plan in your head.
“Well, you wouldn’t kill me, so I don’t see you doing anything that bad to me.”
I guess it’s time to prove you wrong.
You hit the back of his head with your shoe, earning a groan from him. You then began to tickle his sides, causing him to laugh uncontrollably. You heard his pleas to stop, but you didn’t care - he asked for it.
“I guess,” giggle, “I need,” giggle, “Oh, never mind.”
He pushed his back onto you, making you fall back onto the sand.
“You like sand, don’t you, Tensei?” you say, kicking his thigh.
He pressed his hands on the sand beside the two of you and slowly got up. Then, he turned himself to face your body laid on the dry sand.
“Knockout!” he shouted, making you laugh.
“You’re really dumb.”
“Tenya is the smart one, not me,” he said, moving closer to you.
He laid back against you, pressing his head against your chest. You grabbed his hands, once again playing with his fingers. His right hand found its place against your left cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing your cheek in circular motions.
“You are still extremely heavy,” you say, cutting the silence between the two of you.
“You do this to me all the time!”
“On the bed! Not at the beach,” you retort.
He chuckled, enjoying your irritated expression.
“I love this,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
“I do too,” you say, ruffling his hair, “Next time, you be on the sand though.”
Laughter erupted from the male leaning against you.
You looked at his joy-filled expression. You can’t help but wish that this man before you remains as happy as he looked right now - preferably against the blue hues the sky had to offer. You want him to stay in your arms as you relish the moments you are in his. You want him to enjoy the riches of life he has provided to multiple residents of Musutafu. You want him to live his life by your side as you shield him from the harsh words of others.
“Thanks for this, Y/N,” he said, moving upwards to kiss your cheek.
“Happy birthday, Tensei. I love you.”
“Thanks, Y/N. I love you, too.”
You both, covered in sand with slightly wet clothes, shared a kiss under the pale moonlight of the night as a blue hue dusted your skin - maybe with a dash of scarlet on his, too.
“Now that that’s done…” Tensei whispered.
You were pushed by Tensei into the sea. The body of water’s salty liquid entered your body through your nose and your mouth, filling your senses with nothing but disgust.
Yep - still the same, annoying guy.
#tensei iida x reader#iida tensei#ask tensei#tensei iida#happy birthday tensei iida!#bnha x reader#ingenium#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha tensei
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I FINALLY SAW THE IN THE HEIGHTS MOVIE
HOLY SHIT
HOLY FUCKING SHIT I JUST WITNESSED MANNA FROM THE FUCKING GODS
My skin is clear, my children are fed, and my crops are thriving and I have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT IT
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Seriously, do not read if you want to see the movie, I want you to experience this emotional ride yourselves
- I don't really need to talk about the music because, as expected, it was top-notch. Everyone was great, great voices, god-tier dancing, just good shit all around
- Songs are cut and things are changed, but honestly, NOTHING was lost so there's no need to worry. For every story element they take away, they add SO MUCH MORE with the changes they made to make up for it. It's like ITH for the first time all over again :D
- First up, Usnavi. MY GOD ANTHONY RAMOS, I AM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SLEEPING ON YOU FOR SO LONG! I never paid him any mind back in the day because his face was just plastered all over Lams stuff (UGGGGH) so seeing him doing his own thing SEPARATE from that? I WAS ONCE BLIND BUT NOW I SEE
- The whole beach story-telling thing was throwing me off the whole time. I remember how PETRIFIED everyone was when the trailers showed that, but I had faith that there was a point to it and I WAS RIGHT!! The SECOND Sonny pointed out that green crab he painted, it was like a slap in the face, and when Usnavi started his whole 'There goes my flight' part, my cousin and I silently fist pumped in pure joy
- Also, USNAVI👏AND👏VANESSA👏AS👏MARRIED👏BUSINESS👏PARTNERS👏FUCKING👏ALL👏MY👏YES (Why did none of us think of this before????)
- USNAVI AND VANESSA GETTING A CANONICAL DAUGHTER, FUCKING YES PLEASE, PUT THAT HAT ON HER HEAD
- Next, Nina. Just...OH her voice...so soft...so gentle...I could fall asleep to that shit...
- The extra details of her being discriminated against at Stanford, just...DAMN, that shit HURTED. Best Girl doesn't deserve that shit!!!
- And her deciding to go back after learned that Sonny wants to be like her but can't due to discrimination just...BEST GIRL
- Benny just...OOZED charm, man. It almost makes me sad that he and Nina didn't play as big a role in the movie as they did in the play compared to Usnavi and Vanessa. ALMOST.
- Speaking of, Vanessa got an expanded role, HELL TO THE FUCKING YES. (She got a last name change from Otilla Garcia to Morales, but hey, her last name was just a workshop thing anyway so it's JUST not-canon enough to make changing it acceptable)
- Vanessa being the one who decided on the mural thing and getting Pete and Sonny to help just...BEAUTIFUL. That's TRUE LOVE right there
- Lin as Piragua Guy and Chris Jackson as Mr. Softee; that was the funniest meta shit I've EVER seen.
- I?? Did not expect?? To come out of this LOVING Kevin Rosario??? Like, he was SO MUCH BETTER and less antagonistic??? And I LOVED IT??
- Seriously though, getting rid of his prejudice against Benny was THE MOST WELCOME CHANGE in this whole movie (to me at least). When those two were together in the dispatch during the Blackout and helping people, that was just *chef's kiss* That was the pseudo-father-son shit I have been CRAVING for those two!
- Blackout was much less scary and chaotic than we were led to believe in the stage play; a part of me was disappointed, but the way they made it with everyone taking it in stride made up for it. It was like 'Aw dammit, blackout! Welp, bust out the fireworks and the Bingo boards, we're gonna be in the dark for a while, you all know the drill.'
- Also, lights turning back on RIGHT after Carnival del Barrio? Nice touch 👌
- Pete was SO GOOD. Favorite scene:
Usnavi, with Sonny: You're out here; who's watching the store? *points to Pete who's booking it out of the store having stolen something*
Sonny: *runs after him* PETE NO, YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!!
- Age gap still seems a bit ambiguous between Sonny and Pete, so until confirmation is given, this pairing is staying EXPLICITLY in the stage version tag on Ao3 XD
- PETE PROVIDING VANESSA WITH INSPIRATIONAL MATERIALS, THAT IS A FACET OF FRIENDSHIP I NEVER KNEW I WANTED
- Also, appreciate Usnavi being MUCH less antagonistic towards Pete, just treating him as an annoying kid that enjoys getting a rise out of him rather than a vandal that's a bad influence who Usnavi WILL call the cops on if pushed.
- Daniela and Carla were REALLY awesome together and I'm DOWN for them being a couple, even though Hollywood STILL decided to be cowards about it with no on-screen kiss or mention that they were girlfriends (come on guys, it's 2021, stop hiding the gays!!)
- Abuela. ABUELAAAAAAAA. NEED I SAY MORE????
Usnavi: I wanna take you and Sonny to DR
Abuela: I'm not leaving without Sonny
Me: MY QUEEN, YEEEEES
- When I saw her lying down during Blackout and staring at Usnavi and Sonny and then started transitioning into Paciencia y Fe, my writer brain IMMEDIATELY began putting those metaphor pieces together and was like 'No...no no no no NO, don't you do this to me, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS TO ME-'
- Alabanza had me sobbing; no comment.
- The lotto money twist was SO GOOD??? Like, my cousin and I were VERY concerned when it wasn't brought up AT ALL, but then when it turns out she saved the ticket to give to Usnavi as a final gift after her death just...TEARS EVERYWHERE
- And last but not least...Sonny. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny SONNYYYYYYYYYYY! My son, my child, the light of my life, the stars in my sky, was given justice on this day!!!
- HE HAS A DAD!! IT'S A SHITTY DAD BUT HE HAS A PLACE TO LIVE!!! IT'S BETTER THAN WHAT WE HAD BEFORE AND I THANK BASED LMM FOR GIVING MY BOY THE BACKSTORY HE DESERVED!! (Fanfic writers, I expect MOUNTAINS of angst and hurt/comfort from you all with this new material!)
- RIP Smol Sonny, but that baby face of his MORE than made up for it :3c
- Usnavi WANTING to take Sonny to DR right off the bat, just...THANK YOU. That was DESPERATELY NEEDED and was even wrapped up early and neatly with Sonny saying to Usnavi 'Nah, I grew up here in NY, I have no memories of DR but YOU do, so if you wanna go, then go, I like it here.' and since he HAS A FUCKING HOME here, the worry for his well-being is GONE and it feels GOOD.
- Learning Sonny was undocumented was a PUNCH IN THE FUCKING HEART! My mind IMMEDIATELY reminded me when his dad asked Usnavi why he only paid Sonny in cash and the FACE HE MADE when Nina said that undocumented kids can't get in college just BABY NOOOOOOOOOO
- Usnavi. Using. The goddamn lotto money. TO GET SONNY DOCUMENTED. MY DE LA VEGA COUSIN LOVING HEART HAS FUCKING ASCENDED AND IS NEVER COMING BACK DOWN. DADNAVI SUPREMACY.
Do I have ANY gripes with this movie? Yes, I do.
THEY FUCKING KILLED CAMILA. I DO NOT APPRECIATE BEST MOM GETTING THE DISNEY TREATMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH >:/
Other than that though, this movie is a 10/10, go see it. Right now. I mean it.
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can you do a gay two gentlemen of verona?
(aka the post where i try to find some emotional coherence in the worst line in the canon)
well. can you do a gay two gentlemen of verona?
a. yes
b. but should you?
honestly, i'm really not sure. this play is bad. really, really bad. i assume most people reading this post know how it ends, but let's just be crystal clear: (cw rape) proteus, one of our supposed romantic heroes, tries to rape silvia after she rejects his advances. valentine stops him, but after proteus apologizes, valentine, our other hero and silvia's love interest, offers to give silvia to the man who just tried to rape her in an act of friendship.
so no, i don't think this interpretation (or any interpretation) can make that moment okay. even if it somehow could, it's just one moment, and misogyny is baked into almost every part of this play. and no, i absolutely do not mean to suggest that interpreting characters as gay can be used to excuse any of this, or that gayness is somehow an explanation for violent misogyny.
that said, we live in a world where this play exists. people talk about it and write about it and perform it fairly frequently, and since that's not changing any time soon, i do think it can be worthwhile to see what we can do with it. my interest is not in sanitizing anything but in creating some emotional coherence out of something that just feels nonsensical at first glance.
phew. so. can you do a gay two gentlemen of verona? does it actually make the play more compelling? i think it could.
you really don't have to look that far for homoeroticism in this play. i mean jesus, the first line is valentine calling proteus "my loving proteus." we get shit like this, which feels like it's just begging to be played as tender unrequited love:
PRO: [...] If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
VAL: And on a love-book pray for my success?
PRO: Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.
individual lines aside, the whole first scene is just...a lot. proteus has clearly been begging valentine not to leave and trying to delay their parting as long as possible. valentine makes it very clear that he wants proteus with him and he wouldn't be leaving without him if it weren't for the fact that proteus is in love. it's all just very...yeah.
so here's the interpretation i think works best: proteus and valentine are in love. they have been for a long time. valentine is aware of it. proteus isn't. he's deep, deep in denial, fixating on julia to avoid the feelings that are harder to acknowledge. and valentine's decided it's finally time to stop waiting around and let go.
so valentine goes to milan. he starts to move on. he finds genuine love with silvia (valentine is definitely bi in this interpretation), and maybe she's not proteus and he's not quite over the situation, but they're good for each other and they're happy. at least, until proteus shows up.
and proteus takes one look at valentine and silvia together and hates it. he's instantly very, very upset by that relationship, even if he can't quite put his finger on why. there's even a line where he wonders if his fixation on silvia is specifically because of the way valentine talks about her:
Is it mine, or Valentine's praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me reasonless to reason thus?
but it's because he loves silvia. obviously. that's the source of that jealousy. no need to investigate that any further.
and valentine is too easily falling back into old habits. we get shit like this from him:
Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou see'st me dote upon my love.
forgive me that i do not dream on thee? hello?????
meanwhile, proteus is having his own crisis. mostly about how he's betraying both julia and valentine through this, and hm, isn't it weird how those betrayals feel like the exact same thing? i mean
To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn
the exact
Julia I lose and Valentine I lose:
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
If I lose them, thus find I by their loss
For Valentine myself, for Julia Silvia.
same
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembering that my love to her is dead;
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
THING???
then we get to the part of the play that i think needs the least interpretation, because it's basically just the same. proteus is still proteus and proteus is still awful to everyone around him, just this time with the added context of all those layers of denial. valentine is still devastated to leave silvia, because he does love her, and she's the first positive force in his life in so long, and he was just starting to try to move on.
side note: ymmv with regards to silvia, she doesn't have to be in the know for this interpretation to work, but i think it works better if valentine has confided in her about proteus, at least if we want a chance at an ending that doesn't feel like pure tragedy. she knows what he's going through, knows proteus isn't good for him, and is trying to help him get past that. i think it could make the way she berates proteus for betraying valentine extra compelling, because she knows how desperately valentine cares for this man who didn't think twice before ruining his life.
and then we get to. the scene. proteus, at this point, is desperate and volatile in his obsession with control. he's convinced himself that if he just has silvia, that will be it, and he'll finally be happy. and thank god, thank god valentine is there to stop him. but valentine is also seeing his friend for the first time in a long time, and he still has this weak spot that never fully went away, and even with the absolute horror of the situation, proteus is there and proteus is apologizing and there's still a part of valentine that wants so desperately to forgive him.
Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied
Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased:
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
this line can't not be appalling, but this is the only way i can see it making sense to me. it's not an actual offer, it's more just a recognition of how desperate valentine is in this moment, how much he hates himself for still caring after everything. this line spat out through angry tears, as in "fine, fine, take her if you really want her so badly, if she's really the one you care about, because for me it's always been you, so fine, take her if you really just want to take everything from me."
as for the ending, i really don't know. maybe there's a long moment when valentine and proteus hug, or almost kiss, or even just stare at each other, and maybe it seems like proteus finally gets what he's been denying the entire time.
and then proteus' page faints. the moment is broken. and then it all comes out, and face to face with julia, proteus slides right back into that comfortable denial.
i think you could maybe make the valentine/silvia ending work, if you set it up well enough. if she understands what he's been going through the whole time and is willing to forgive him, to try to move on and heal from this man who's hurt them both so much. it's messy and upsetting but maybe it's enough.
on the other hand, though, i don't know how you could preserve that emotional coherence without cutting at least some of the lines from this mess of an ending. i really don't know how you make proteus and julia getting together again anything other than horrifying. maybe you cut that part. maybe you lean into the horror. maybe- WHAT'S THIS? IT'S CRAB WITH A STEEL CHAIR
all that to say, i don't think this (or anything) can really "fix" two gentlemen of verona. and if i'm conveniently disregarding a lot of lines in favour of finding a story that i hate a bit less, well, here we are. but i do think this version could potentially make something compelling out of shakespeare's greatest trainwreck.
#two gentlemen of verona#shakespeare#it's almost 2am and this post is LONG#i've been threatening to subject the internet to this for over a year but max finally gave me an audience for it#sorry for not posting about good plays#and sorry for a billion disclaimers but i want to make it abundantly clear that i am not excusing or condoning *gestures to everything*#rape //#mine#queue stars keep not their motion in one sphere
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Safe Landing
One shot that is my entry to @what-is-your-plan-today’s #CATFA 10th Anniversary Challenge
Story: You’re facing the most difficult time of your life and you’re doing it without the person that means the most to you. Will your seatmates on an important flight help you make it through?
Pairing: Steve Rogers & Ransom Drysdale x Reader (plus a surprise special appearance!)
Warnings: Bad language, light smut, angst
10,000+ words
There’s not going to be a safe landing.
It was the unknown that was the hardest. The what if. What if you’d taken the time to slow down? What if you’d given more than you took? What if you’d appreciated it, not taken it for granted, not just assumed that it would always be there?
You were alone now. You didn’t have anyone. It was probably what you deserved. You’d persevere, you always had, but knowing you wouldn’t have to if you’d been better caused your heart to clench.
The longest flight of your life was coming to an end, and you considered the travelers making this journey with you by chance. You’d all shared a row on the plane that was taking you to meet your fate. One - cynical, crass, growing up longing to be loved, incapable of committing, but under it all, possessing a fierce loyalty for those he deemed worthy. The other – a gentle, loving soul, committed to service with honor and willing to give all, not just for those he loved, but for the greater good. They were complete strangers who had seeped into your soul, spirits that would forever fill you, thoughts of them making you smile.
For better or worse, they’d helped you navigate the mine field that was your future. Now you’d endure the unbearable wait, the long walk, watching others unite with loved ones, hoping that maybe, despite all odds, there would be a reunion for you too. You hoped the soul-soothing moments you’d shared with these two travelers over the last three hours would ease you into whatever awaited you at the airport gate.
Despite everything, you wished he’d be there.
Three hours earlier
“Thank you for flying National Airlines.” You forced a smile at the flight attendant as you boarded the plane. It was going to be a full flight and you were stuck in a middle seat. Appropriate, given the mood you were in. You waited impatiently as everyone made their way down the aisle, hoisting bags that were too large to fit in the overhead, straps smacking you as they did. You pitied your seat mates. You were in no mood for idle conversation. Your temper was wearing thin.
Finally reaching row 12, you were thrilled that no one else had arrived. You plopped into your seat, pulled out your compact and opened it, and grimaced as you took a quick look. There were circles under your eyes, telling everyone you’d not slept well for days. You’d definitely lost your sparkle. You swiped some powder over your nose and ran gloss over your lips, something to make you look less stressed. You opened your backpack and got a whiff of your grandmother’s scent. You ran your hand over her letter, lingering. With a sigh, you took the cell phone, headphones and book out of your bag, tucked the letter into the book and stowed the bag under the seat in front of you. You found your seat belt and clicked it, giving it a tug. Whoever was sitting by the window would have to step around you, you weren’t getting up again. Music on, book open, you pushed all the sad and empty thoughts aside and got lost in another world.
Within a couple of minutes, you heard shouting and pulled off your headphones.
You looked up to see a tall man in a blue cashmere sweater and gray silk trousers with his finger in the face of an attendant.
“Let me tell you something. You don’t know who you’re fucking with. Drysdales don’t fly fucking coach – ever. I’ll sue you and I’ll own this stupid airline.”
“Mr. Drysdale, I’m sorry. This was the seat that was chosen when the ticket was purchased,” said the flight attendant in a surprisingly calm manner. “This is a full flight and there is no room for you to upgrade to first class. And despite what you may think, I had absolutely nothing to do with how the ticket was booked, nor do I have any ability to change the fact that you are in seat 12D. Now, can I help you stow your bag? I’ll have a cocktail cart here for you soon.”
You thought he might continue the fight, but he didn’t. Instead he slammed his jacket down on the seat next to you and made a show of slinging his bag into the overhead, muttering a string of expletives the entire time. Then he looked down at you.
“Just fucking awesome,” he said angrily, picking his jacket up and wedging into the seat. He was tall and he worked to figure out how to fit his long legs in the legroom designated for the impoverished that were banished to coach. He sighed in disgust, his knees against the seat tray.
You studied him for just a second, not wanting to stare. He had a strong profile, chiseled jawline, dark blonde hair perfectly styled. His skin was gorgeous, with a slight hook in his nose. You looked down and caught how his biceps were stretching the sweater a bit and his big hands with long slender fingers settled in his lap. He smelled of expensive cologne – musky and woody, and he probably had a cigarette before he came into the airport. He laid his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. You took the hint and put your headphones back in, finding the folded page corner in your book.
Within a minute or so, you were aware of a buzz among the other passengers. You paused the music and pulled out a headphone, looking around and listening.
“I’m certain that’s him,” whispered the woman behind you.
“No way. There’s no way Captain America is sitting in coach,” said her husband.
“Do you think he’d take a selfie with me?” said their daughter.
You couldn’t see anything down the aisle and certainly didn’t want to stretch into your neighbor’s seat space given his attitude about having to fly with the peasants. No need to stress about it though, because the overhead light was suddenly blocked out by an incredibly wide set of shoulders. The tall blonde man looming over top of you in the aisle took your breath away. Ice blue eyes, those shoulders as broad as a building, a t-shirt that was screaming to break free from the massive pecs, abs and biceps it struggled to cover, and jeans that hugged his tree trunk thighs. You weren’t sure how this guy made it through the door of the plane, let alone how he was going to fit into a seat.
“I’m sorry,” he said to Mr. Attitude next to you. “I’m the window.”
“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” said Mr. Drysdale.
The blonde adonis just smiled and apologized again. “Sorry, I should’ve already been seated, I got held up in security.”
The crab apple next to you rose and stepped out into the aisle. They were both the same height, and you took a long look, your breath catching in your throat. There was a lot of handsome man standing in the aisle, and they were getting ready to make a hottie sandwich out of you. You quickly unsnapped your seatbelt and stood so the blonde god could get past.
“Hi,” he said, a smile that revealed his pearly whites taking your breath away again. “I’m so sorry, promise you won’t have to get up again.”
“No worries,” you barely squeaked out as that incredible ass in those tight jeans brushed past and slipped into the window seat. You sat down, your arms at your sides, absolutely no room on the armrests for you with all of this man surrounding you. Holy shit.
You looked to your left and the blonde extended a hand. “Steve Rogers,” he said, that million watt smile on again.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, feeling the warmth and strength of his hand. How in the hell had you ended up on a flight next to Captain America? You didn’t think anything could change your mood, but maybe you were wrong.
He extended his hand across you to the aisle seat occupant. “Steve Rogers,” he said in his sexy baritone. Mr. Drysdale raised an eyebrow in annoyance and hesitated, then quickly shook his hand. “Ransom Drysdale. And I shouldn’t be sitting in this seat,” he said sourly.
Steve raised an eyebrow at you and grinned, unsure what to think about your seatmate. You shrugged and smiled.
“We’ve been cleared for takeoff. Be sure your seatbelts are fastened, all items are stowed and tray tables are up. We’ll be taxiing out to the runway in a few minutes.” The flight attendant walked up the aisle, making sure all the overhead compartments were secure.
You were glad you had pulled what you needed from your bag when you sat, because it would take a can opener to pry you out of your seat at this point. You opened the book again and tried to concentrate on the words. Captain Rogers was settling into his seat, turning off his cell phone and trying to pull the seatbelt around his waist. With some effort, you finally heard it click.
“These seats are incredibly tight. I’ve never flown coach before. It’s crazy how little room there is.”
“Tell me about it,” said Ransom, rolling his eyes. “When I get home, I’m firing my assistant over this reservation and making sure no one else will ever hire her,” he snarled.
You tried looking back and forth during the conversation, enjoying the view, but even that movement was difficult.
“So I thought Avengers traveled by quinjet,” you said to the captain.
He smiled at you. “We normally do, but I had to get out of town quickly and there wasn’t one available. My wife is having early labor pains and I need to get to her as soon as I can.” There was worry in his blue eyes.
“Oh, I love your wife,” you said. “She’s amazing. She has raised so much money with her foundation, done so much for so many. She’s an inspiration, and a badass,” you added.
He chuckled. “Well, her badass days are behind her. Being a mom kind of makes that difficult.”
You smiled at him and shook your head. You were conversing with Captain America about his family. Had this day taken a turn or what?
“I can’t believe they couldn’t find you a private plane or something,” said Ransom. “I would’ve bitched to the airline if I were you.”
“It’s hard to find air transportation right now with all the events happening here and the weather cancelling flights. I’m just grateful that I got what I got. The doctors gave her something to slow her labor so I should get there in plenty of time,” said Steve.
“It’s your second, right?” you said.
“Yes, we have a son.”
“Do you know what you’re having?” you asked.
He smiled broadly, all the way to his eyes. “It’s a girl,” he said, and you thought about what a lucky little girl she was to have a daddy so thrilled to be having her. It wasn’t that way for everyone.
The plane jerked a bit as it began backing away from the gate. You laid your head back against the seat, fighting the anxiety that was suddenly overtaking you. You’d only flown a once before and you’d found taking off and landing nearly more than you could take. On that flight, he was with you, his hand over yours, whispering in your ear that it would be ok and “I’ve got you, baby girl.” You closed your eyes and smiled at the memory, imaging him next to you. Then just as suddenly, the memory of him pressing you against the wall, kissing you with abandon flooded your brain and your eyes flew wide open, your body jerking a bit.
“You ok?” Steve asked.
You could feel the heat rise in your neck. “Yes,” you said shyly. “Just not a fan of takeoffs.”
“Flying is the safest form of transportation,” said Ransom matter-of-factly. “You’ll be fine.”
You looked over at him, that chiseled profile staring straight ahead, a scowl on his face. He’d better watch out or he’d freeze that way. You grinned at the memory of your grandmother telling you that every time you rolled your eyes.
Steve reached over the armrest and took your hand, covering it with his. “Flying isn’t my favorite thing either,” he said with a smile and you wrapped your fingers around his thumb.
The flight attendant announced that the cabin was secure and takeoff could commence and the plane slowed, stopping to let another plane pass. The engine whirred and the plane jerked forward, gaining speed, the noise louder and louder. You squeezed Steve’s thumb a little harder and he returned the squeeze, holding your hand tightly in his big warm one. The plane began to lift, knocking you back slightly and you went with gravity, straightening your back and laying against the seat, eyes closed, working on breathing normally. It was unnerving feeling your body lifting from the seat a little. The loss of control made your heart race, but gently, as the plane rose and then leveled off, your body was once again calm.
You looked over at Steve and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Thanks,” you said softly. You let go of his thumb.
“No problem,” he said softly, pulling his hand away.
“My boyfriend normally does that for me,” you said. And, you were sad again.
“Is that where you’re traveling, to see him?” Steve asked.
You chewed on your bottom lip, looking down at your lap. “No, my grandmother passed away and I’m going to sort out her home and belongings,” you sighed. “He won’t be there. He’s done with me.”
“What does that mean?” asked Ransom.
You sighed. “It’s kind of a long story.”
“Well, we’ve got three hours to kill,” Steve said with a smile.
“Jesus Christ,” muttered Ransom, pulling out the airline magazine in an attempt to disappear.
Steve nudged your elbow and smiled. “Tell me about him.”
You smiled. “I’ve known him since second grade,” you smiled. “We started dating in seventh grade. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.”
Ransom let out a disgusted laugh next to you. You looked over at him. “Not a romantic, Ransom?”
“Uh, no,” he sputtered. “Hell no. Seriously, how old are you?”
You told him your age.
“Jesus, and you’ve only ever been with one guy? That’s ridiculous.”
You felt Steve’s hand pat your arm. You looked at him and he rolled his eyes, looking at Ransom. “I think it’s great you’re with your school sweetheart,” he said. “You must have some pretty strong feelings for him if you’ve been that loyal to him.”
“I do,” you sighed sadly. “I thought he was my forever.”
“How can you possibly know that?” said Ransom. “He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with.”
“I just know,” you said. “We have a history.’
“Tell me more,” said Steve.
“Well…”
“Where is she?”
“She’s up front, sitting on the pew.”
“What’s going to happen?”
“I heard she’ll go with her grandmother.”
The chatter continued at the back of the church just after the funeral had ended. Sitting all alone in the front was an 8-year-old girl in tights, a black velvet dress, black patent shoes and a bow in her hair. A large spray of pink tulips flowed over the edge of the oak casket in front of her.
While the adults gossiped, an 8-year-old boy in a suit and tie emerged from the back and walked up the aisle. He stood at the edge of the first pew, then sat at the end and slid down until he was next to the girl. He took her hand in his and when she looked at him, he gave a gap-toothed smile. “It’s ok Y/N. I’ll take care of you.” The little girl smiled back.
“My grandmother passed away last month,” you told Steve.
His blue eyes showed concern. “I’m so sorry.” He patted your arm.
Ransom let out a sarcastic chuckle. For someone who didn’t want to talk, he was finding his way into your conversation. You turned your face to him, unsure what type of asshole laughs at someone’s death.
He looked at you and immediately his face was serious. “I’m sorry too,” he said. “I was laughing because my grandmother was the only person on the planet that ever gave a shit about me. She was the most amazing person I ever knew.”
You couldn’t help but feel for him, despite his incredibly rough edges.
“Well, my grandmother was really amazing too,” you said. “She got stuck with me when I was little and she did a great job raising me.”
You’d moved in with her at an incredibly difficult time. Your grandfather had passed less than a year before, and then your mother, her only child. Taking you in was never in doubt, she would do so gladly, but it was a challenge that she struggled with many times.
Enter him. He was only a child, but he had, as they say, “an old soul.” He became your constant companion and a fixture in your grandmother’s home. You could feel her tension ease when he arrived. For a little while, she didn’t have to worry if she was making the right decisions for you, bridging the generation gap. When the two of you were together, you were in sync and well behaved.
You told them how, from the time you moved in with your grandmother, he became your protector. He walked you to and from school every day, carrying your lunchbox so you could pick flowers along the way. At recess, he ran to the teeter totter to save it until you got there, and when you climbed on a swing, he pushed you so high you felt like you were flying.
You played baseball with boys until sixth grade and he was always on your team. When you made the cheerleading squad, he helped you learn all the cheers and during the game, you’d see him on the sidelines with the team, miming your cheers from memory.
His family was difficult. His father drove a truck all over the country and was gone for long periods of time. His mother liked to drink, a little too much, and wasn’t always kind to her children. Despite her treatment, her neglect of her children, he had grown up well-mannered and respectful. You liked to think your grandmother had a lot to do with that.
“I lost my Ma when I was in my teens,” said Steve. You knew his story, and that he would have lost her decades ago, but losing your mother was still hard.
Ransom scoffed. “I should be so lucky,” he said under his breath.
You looked at him. “Did you just wish your mother dead?” you said sternly.
He looked at you. “Trust me, the world would be a much better place,” he muttered.
You glared at him for a minute, then turned your attention back to Steve.
“My mom was wonderful,” you said, the memory of her flooding your mind. “She was that mom – the one that did all the fun stuff. She was creative and an incredible cook and her house was open to everyone. She was just, she was the best,” you said, tears creeping into your voice. You felt Steve’s arm push into yours just a bit, the contact easing your sadness.
“My mother is a spoiled rotten bully. All she cares about is spending money and making people think she’s better than everyone,” Ransom spat out. “I honestly don’t know why she even had me – actually, I do. She wouldn’t be nearly as happy if she didn’t have the opportunity to tell me what a disappointment I am every occasion she gets.”
“She sounds like a character out of a movie,” you said.
He looked at you. “Absolutely fucking no one would watch that movie,” he said deadpan.
Steve cleared his throat. “So, when did you and your boyfriend get serious?”
“I think we just always knew we’d be together,” you said. “We were inseparable and we loved each other from that moment in the church. No one ever invited just one of us to something, it was always both of us.”
“That’s special,” said Steve. “Some people never find their soulmate. I was so lucky to find mine when I did. She helped me discover the world when I came out of the ice. She’s truly the better half of me.”
You couldn’t help but poke the bear a little. “Ransom, you’ve never been in love? Ever?”
He looked at you and rolled his eyes. “Nope,” he said, popping the P. “Love is for fools. Life is too short to be with one person. There’s a buffet of beauty out there and I’m happy to be the first in line.”
You looked at Steve, who was suppressing a little smile. “You just haven’t found the right person,” he said, also poking the bear a bit.
“There is no ‘right person’ for me, of that I am sure,” he spat. “I’m fine taking care of me. Don’t need to worry about anyone else expecting something from me I can’t give them.” He was back to looking at his magazine, acting disinterested. “Besides, anyone that claims to ‘love’ me is lying – they’re really only in love with my money.”
“Aw, Ransom,” you said with a grin, “are you saying you’re not lovable?”
“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” he said in a deep, flirty voice, and for the first time, he smiled.
You could hear Steve chuckling softly next to you.
“Y/N, he’s here!” You could hear your grandmother’s voice from the bottom of the stairs. You looked in the full length floor mirror one more time. She’d spent hours making your prom dress, just like you’d asked. It was a beautiful coral color, strapless with a beaded bodice and lace around the top and bottom. It flared as it reached the floor, and you poked your pink-painted toes in strappy gold heels out from under it. Around your neck were the pearls your mother had gotten from your great-grandparents for her high school graduation. Your hair was half up with braids on either side joined in the back with a ribbon clip, the rest down in waves on your shoulders.
Waiting for you was the guy you wanted to spend your life with. Every moment with him was special. Your love for him had blossomed and thinking of a future with him filled your heart. Tonight, you were sure the two of you would come together in a way you never had. You were ready, past ready, and you knew he was too. What you felt for him was so deep, you wanted to give him all of you, and you knew he’d take you, just as you are, and cherish you.
As you descended the stairs, he looked up at you and you thought, this must be how the bride feels when her groom sees her for the first time. He consumed you with his eyes, taking you in from head to toe. With three steps to go, he stepped forward and reached for your hand. He was so warm and he pulled you to him, a hug and sweet kiss to your glossed lips. His smile was contagious.
“You’re my dream,” he said, placing a corsage around your wrist, a pink tulip (your very favorite) in the center. “Let’s go so I can show you off.”
When you walked into the gymnasium, you saw the looks you got. Girls were wearing expensive dresses from the best designers, hair and makeup done professionally. You knew your dress wasn’t as nice and that you stood out in comparison. But he made you feel as if you were more. He danced with you all night, making sure to stand in the center of the dance floor so everyone could see you. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re exquisite.” As you both worked the room, talking to friends, he would start the conversation with “how did I get so lucky?” or “look at my beautiful girl.” You were so happy to be on his arm, by his side.
The evening flew by, the last song played by the DJ, and kids started filing out of the gym. You were sad to leave but your entire body was tingling with anticipation. He opened the door to his dad’s car for you and as you drove away, you wondered if he was as excited as you. You weren’t nervous, just anxious.
He drove you down the long road to the lake you’d been visiting since you were kids. He parked the car in a grove of trees, shielded by overgrown bushes. When he looked at you, it felt like he looked deep inside you.
He pressed a kiss to your lips, his fingers under your chin, lifting your mouth to his. You let out a little noise, deepening the kiss. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed, savoring your touch.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered. It sent chills all over you.
“Yes,” you breathed, kissing him again.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said reassuringly, but you were already pulling off the tie to his tux, unbuttoning the buttons at his throat and down his chest, your fingers brushing his pecs as you went. He gently pulled the dress down your arms, exposing your bare breasts. You’d seen him so many times but tonight, you wanted to devour his toned, muscled body, his tanned skin, the prize for hard work at his uncle’s farm. You wanted to worship him the way he’d always worshiped you. You kissed his soft lips, pressing your breasts to his chest.
He took a shuddering breath, moving down to kiss and nip along your collarbone to your neck as you pulled the shirt from his body. You laid your head back, exposing your throat, allowing him to kiss along the shaft to your chest, down your sternum. You looked in his eyes as he gently touched your breast with his hand, then dipped his head down to gently take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He was so warm and gentle, you thought you might explode right then. You lifted yourself to pull the dress off, leaving you in your lace panties and your gold high heels. He leaned back to take a look at you, then dove in again to your breasts, giving each of them attention.
Slowly his hands made their way down your belly to the edge of your panties. He gently laid you back on the seat and you lifted your legs, reaching to undo his belt and pants. He toed off his shoes and socks, then managed to pull his pants and boxers off under the steering wheel. He pulled the condom from his wallet and stretched it over his hard, weeping cock. With a look that made you shiver, he crawled over you, his arms caging you on either side of your head. It was a tight squeeze but it worked. As he began kissing you, you lifted your hips, touching him. He was ready for you and you for him. He lined himself up with you and very slowly entered you. You winced and his hands went to your hair, kissing your forehead, your nose.
“You ok?” he asked softly.
“Mm hmm,” you hummed, pulling at his hips, feeling him go deeper inside you. His lips found yours as he found a gentle rhythm. He took you in, his eyes roaming your face, that smile that melted your heart. You laid your head back and he assaulted your neck with kisses as his rhythm picked up.
No matter what you had imagined, nothing would feel like this. He fit you perfectly. Your heart swelled and you let out a little sob of happiness as his rhythm grew faster.
“I love you Y/N,” he said in your ear. “Always.”
“I love you too,” you managed, followed by a moan from deep in your throat that made him growl in approval.
He quickened his pace and you lifted to him even more, feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening.
“I’m – oh, I’m so…”
“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you.”
His voice was so soft and husky in your ear, you let go, a sound you couldn’t describe escaping as you reached your climax. You ran your fingernails down his muscular back, then settled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“God Y/N, fuck, you feel so good, you’re so good for me.” His movements began to stutter as he found his release and you held him tightly to you as he finished, his head falling to your shoulder. You both lay there in the dark, panting, your bodies on fire.
“You’re amazing,” you said in a soft voice, your fingers running down his back.
He lifted slowly, propping his head in his hand. He trailed his fingers down your chest to your breasts.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he grinned.
“It was so good!” you said. You nuzzled his neck, kissing him softly there. “I want more,” you breathed into his ear.
He laughed and kissed you. You both cleaned up a bit and you started all over again, this time straddling him on the seat. He let you lead this time and you explored his hard, fit body, covering his face and chest in kisses. When you lowered yourself onto him, your palms were flat against his chest as you mewled your release, and you held him through his. It was incredible. When he walked you to your door early that morning, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as if it would be the last time you’d have the chance. You could tell you took his breath away as he came up for air.
“I love you,” you said, looking into his eyes and never meaning anything more in your life.
He smiled and pulled you to him. “I love you too,” he whispered in your ear.
As he drove away, your mind was filled with your future, the two of you living a life full of nights like tonight. As you drifted off to sleep, you could still feel his skin on yours.
You shared, but not quite all of it, with your seatmates.
“So if he’s so amazing, why won’t he be there when you arrive?” Ransom asked.
You knew hurt crossed your face, it was impossible to hide. “Our lives, they just went different directions. I never thought they would, but they did. And then –“ You let out a shaky sigh. “Then he didn’t need me anymore.” Your voice trailed off.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” said Steve, sounding like a father. “It’s ok.”
“Maybe you should,” said Ransom, “get it all out so that if you’re disappointed when we land, it’s not so bad.”
You rested back against your seat and played it in your mind again. You told them a little about after high school and where you both ended up.
“It was my fault. I gave up on us. I pushed him away. He wasn’t my priority. For all I know, it didn’t even hurt him. I’m sure it was much easier with me out of the way.”
“That’s a lot of conjecture,” said Ransom. “Sounds like you had your reasons.”
“I guess he couldn’t really help being away from you,” said Steve sympathetically. “I can tell you from experience there’s nothing worse than being separated from the one you love most.”
Ransom rolled his eyes. “We all make choices,” he said sarcastically.
Steve sighed. “I don’t regret any I’ve made,” he said sternly.
“Then be prepared to deal with the consequences.” He looked at you. “If your boyfriend really loved you, he wouldn’t have taken a job shrouded in so much mystery. He would’ve been available to you. Maybe him taking the job was just the coward’s way of saying he wanted to explore other options.”
“Or maybe he felt it was what he needed to do to take the best care of her,” said Steve. You heard what you bet was probably his captain’s voice.
Ransom looked him dead in the eye. “Look Captain Self Righteous, if love is that important to you, there’s nothing that says you’ve had to take the chances you’ve taken. You didn’t have to become a super soldier either. Choices. If Y/N’s boyfriend had made her a priority, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
Steve gave an exasperated sigh and shook his head.
“I honestly don’t blame him for moving on, I just wish he’d tried harder to tell me we were through. That’s all.” Tired of talking, you opened your book, put on your headphones and tried to get lost in the story.
“Y/N, can you hear me?”
“Yes, barely,” you answered. The connection was bad. Who knew where he was calling from, or what kind of signal he had.
“Don’t hang up,” he said hopefully.
“I won’t.”
It was the next natural step for you to go to college, but he needed something else. He was adventurous, energetic, crazy almost, and he needed something else. So he’d joined the Army as you went away to school. You were scared to be separated but he’d assured you the bond you had couldn’t be broken. He got to explore the world, facing difficult situations and enjoying the adrenaline rush. You couldn’t help but worry but he told you not to, he was in his element. And despite the distance, you’d made up for the time with letters, texts, phone calls, photos and even intimacy via cell phone. Your senior year of college began the same time as the last year of his enlistment. About halfway through the year, you sensed something had changed. He was disillusioned with his superiors and had fallen in with a group of soldiers that were fed up.
Each time he’d visit somewhere new, he’d send you a memento. “Wish you were here with me. This would be so much better with you. Someday, I’m taking you all over the world. I can’t wait until we’re together.” You dreamed of it too, if you could just find the path to come back together.
Soon, many of those calls, texts and letters seemed to be from someone you didn’t know. And as he was moving forward and finding his path, you were finding yours. You’d taken a job in Chicago, hundreds of miles from him and your grandmother. It was your dream job, and you’d always imagined life in the city. Some of your friends were headed that way and you talked of sharing an apartment and all the fun you’d have. For the first time, you questioned whether he’d be a part of it.
Once graduation was over, you’d said goodbye to your grandmother and the small town where you’d grown up and headed off for your next adventure. And he had begun his. He left the service and took a job with the chance to make a lot of money so that the two of you could pick where you wanted to be and settle down, build your dream house and fill it with kids, just like you’d always hoped. He just needed you to be patient with him.
The job was tough. He traveled for weeks without communicating and you found yourself living as if he wasn’t there anymore. When you did speak, for the first time in your lives, it would end in a fight.
“I’m doing my best here,” he’d say. You could hear the stress in his voice. “This isn’t forever. I’m going to get to a place where we can be together and our lives will be just like we imagined.”
“How can you be so sure?” you asked, the words stinging as you said them. “How can you be sure we should even still be together? We’re both so different.”
“We’re not, Y/N. You’re still what I want. We just have to hold on for a little while longer.”
“Sounds like his job was pretty intense,” said Steve, his face looking serious.
“It was. And very secret. He couldn’t tell me much. I’m sure you know about that.”
“I do,” he said. “It’s not easy to not be able to share everything with the one person you trust the most. But sometimes it’s for your own protection.”
“I know,” you said. “And I’m proud of him. He didn’t always have it so easy,” she said, glancing at Ransom, “but he worked hard, and he was doing it for me.”
Ransom raised an eyebrow at you. “I see. I was handed everything and you think I’ve never done an honest day’s work in my life.”
You looked at his velvety smooth, sexy hands. “Have you?”
He blinked. “Probably not the way you think, but I’m not totally useless. And you don’t have to risk your life every time you go to work to be successful,” he said, shooting Steve a look.
Steve grinned. “Trust me, it’s not exactly what I would’ve chosen for myself. It’s a situation that found me and I’ve worked hard to accept it.”
“Yes, must be brutal to be built like that. Do you carry a club to beat the women away? Or do you just ask them nicely to stop climbing you,” Ransom said with a sardonic smile.
You cleared your throat. “Anyway, I could just feel things changing between us and I felt really lost, but also kind of empowered. I’d moved away from home, stepped away from him and I was a success. And if I’m honest,” she said, eyeing Ransom, “I wondered what it might be like to date someone else.”
He let out a sarcastic laugh.
“And then everything changed…”
A few weeks later, you’d received a text in the middle of the night. “Meet me at the wheel at Navy Pier on the 25th at midnight. There’s something I need to tell you.”
You’d scoffed at the invitation. “If you’re coming to Chicago, come stay with me. Why are we meeting at midnight?”
“It’s just the way we need to do it, for now. Promise me you’ll be there.”
As the day approached, you found yourself immersed in work and trying to finish a project with an approaching deadline. You didn’t understand why, after not seeing each other for so long, he wouldn’t just come to your place, let you make him dinner, spend the night with you. Why must it be so clandestine?
You texted him – “You need to come to me. I have a lot of work and I’m on a deadline. If you love me, you’ll come stay with me so we can catch up properly.”
You didn’t hear back from him and on the evening he’d asked to meet you, you’d fallen asleep at your desk at home while working to finish your assignment.
“Y/N, are you coming?” “Where are you?” “Please, I need to see you.” He kept texting but the late hours you’d been keeping had you in a deep sleep.
When your alarm went off for work, you shuffled into the shower, the hot water serving as a wake-up call. Suddenly your eyes flew open – you’d slept through midnight! You jumped from the shower, shampoo still in your hair, and grabbed for your phone. It was dead. You plugged it in, finished bathing and scampered back to your nightstand for the phone.
You read his texts and tears flooded your eyes. He’d come all the way to Chicago and you missed him. You called, then sent a flurry of texts but there was no response.
He’d wanted to tell you something urgently and you’d totally blown him off. How did you get here? This was the love of your life. You should’ve been there with open arms. How long had it been since you’d held him, kissed him? You suddenly felt as if you’d been punched in the gut. You tried to catch your breath, frantically calling him again and again but no answer.
You began a series of texts explaining that you’d gotten caught up in work, and even though it wasn’t more important than he was, you’d fallen asleep and lost track of time. Could you please meet him somewhere else? You’d come to him, wherever he was. You wouldn’t tell anyone where you were going, you just needed to see him. Despite pouring your heart out to him, there was no response.
Until one night, when you’d phoned him for the millionth time, and someone answered. “Hello?” said a sultry female voice. Thinking you had the wrong number, you were about to speak when you heard his voice in the background. She said his name and you heard his husky baritone, a laugh in his voice. You quickly ended the call.
This was what he wanted to tell you – he’d found someone else. No wonder he never called back, never returned your texts. It was over and you’d made it easy for him.
Despite the cramped quarters, both of your seatmates managed to doze off during the flight. Steve had crammed his jacket between his head and the wall of the plane and was softly snoring. Ransom, with no respect for body space, had allowed his head to dip over onto your shoulder. You didn’t mind, you were glad he could rest. You couldn’t help but feel for him. It would be awful to have so much money, but be completely without anyone to love you, even your family. He smelled good and you settled down into your seat, staying as still as you could.
The time was counting down until you arrived at your destination and you hadn’t read the letter. You just didn’t think you could take it. Hearing your grandmother’s final thoughts when she knew her life was ending (but no one else did) was almost too much. Her last wishes were important, it was your responsibility to see them through. With each of your seatmates comfortably resting, you slowly opened the envelope. Your grandmother’s scent hit you immediately, and you felt tears burn at your eyes.
You unfolded the delicate stationery. It was powder blue with a scalloped edge. You’d bought if for her for Mother’s Day a few years back. She loved writing letters and leaving you notes, and the delicate femininity of the paper fit her perfectly.
“My Sweet Y/N,
As you read this, please know that I’m so sorry that I’ve left you. Raising you was my greatest accomplishment. I made mistakes with your mother, so I worked hard to be patient with you, and really listen. I cherish what we had and want you to know how proud I am of you, the wonderful young woman you’ve become.”
You wiped the tear that had begun to roll down your cheek and sniffed softly. It was harder than you’d even imagined.
“I’m sorry I didn’t share my diagnosis with you until the end, but I wanted you to continue to move forward. I knew that if I told you, you’d insist on being with me. I didn’t want you sitting by my bed while I slept when you could be enjoying your life. You gave me your very best, I owed it to you to let you go and find your future.”
You thought of all the times you’d meant to pick up the phone and call her, but something else had come up and you’d simply pushed her to the back of your mind. The thought of it made you wince. How hard would it have been to just call and say hello? Had she not earned that from you?
“I’m not leaving much behind. The house is yours to do with as you please. I know it’s old and not what you might want, but I can’t help but think, knowing how good you are with decorating, that you could make it a home you’d love and enjoy. However, if you choose to sell it, please know I’m fine with that decision as well. Don’t feel guilty. Your future is where you make it.”
The house was certainly old and dated, not what you had in mind. Not to mention you never planned to return to your old hometown. You didn’t know what you’d do there if you did. And now, there was even less reason to return.
“My biggest regret is not seeing your face when he proposed to you. I can only imagine how it felt when he put your mother’s ring on your finger and asked you to be his wife. That giant Ferris wheel at Navy Point was a perfect backdrop.
When he came to pick it up, he said he’d always dreamed of settling in this little house, but he knew Chicago was your home now, so he wanted to ask you in the place that was important to you. I will rest peacefully knowing that you have someone so special to take care of you.”
You froze, then let out a strangled cry. Steve jerked awake, his hand flying to your shoulder.
“Y/N, what is it? Are you ok?”
Finally, you let go. There was no holding back. You put your face in your hands, sobs shaking your shoulders.
“Jesus, what did you do?” Ransom asked Steve as he touched your other shoulder, bending down to look at you.
“Nothing! I woke up and she was crying.”
How could you have not seen this? Why did you doubt him? It suddenly washed over you how he must’ve felt, standing there in the dark, alone, waiting for you, to ask you the biggest question of your lives.
Your sobs increased, though you were trying to stifle the noise, considering you were on a full airplane with two beefcakes on either side of you worried.
“Y/N,” Ransom said, his lips close to your ear. He put his hand on your back and rubbed gentle circles. “Talk to us. What happened?”
You slowly sat up, Steve taking your hand in his.
“Oh my God, you guys, I blew it. I totally blew it. I broke his heart. I can’t believe I did this to him.”
The two men looked at each other, question on their faces.
“Did what?” Ransom said softly.
You held up the letter. “This is from my grandmother. I’ve put off reading it because I was so sad to know it was the last communication I’d have with her. He was coming to propose to me. At Navy Pier. He picked up my mother’s ring from my grandmother,” you said softly. Saying it out loud made it even worse. You couldn’t stop the flow of tears that fell from your eyes.
“Oh man,” Ransom said quietly, rubbing your back even more.
“Y/N, are you sure?” said Steve.
“Yes,” you sobbed, handing him the letter. Ransom put his hand on your side and pulled you toward him, cradling you against his chest.
“It’s going to be ok,” he soothed. “You didn’t know. He should’ve told you he wanted to ASK you something instead of TELL you something.”
You blinked and sat up, looking at him. “I mean, I don’t know if it would have mattered.”
“Of course it would’ve,” he said. “This isn’t on you, it’s on him. He should’ve been adamant that he wanted to ask you something.”
Steve handed you the letter back. You could see the sadness on his face. “I’m sure he was upset,” he said softly. “He’d probably been waiting until the right moment.”
You scrunched up your face, fresh tears flowing.
“Jesus,” Ransom whispered to Steve, “you could at least be supportive.”
You wiped your finger under your eye to catch a tear before it dropped on the letter. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t catch your breath. You felt as if your stomach had dropped to your feet. It was a desperate feeling, knowing what you knew and not being able to reach out to him and tell him how badly you’d screwed up.
“You ok?” Steve asked softly.
“Yeah,” you said. “And here I thought when I sat down in this seat I couldn’t feel worse.”
Steve laid his hand on your arm, squeezing a little. “If everything you said about the two of you is true, this is something you can overcome. It was a misunderstanding. If those feelings are there, you’ll be able to fix it.”
You sniffed and wiped at your nose. “Well, that’s the burning question, isn’t it? How could he still have feelings for me after what I did.”
It was Ransom’s turn to bolster your confidence a bit. “Look, misunderstandings happen all the time. And honestly, you hadn’t seen him in so long – did he not think you’d have misgivings about what he had to say when he wouldn’t come and stay with you? He could’ve come to your place and then taken you somewhere special to propose. This isn’t on you, Y/N. This is on him.”
You gave him a half-hearted smile. “It doesn’t really matter though, does it. In the end, he’s gone and I’m alone.” You laid your head back on the seat, closing your eyes to ward off more tears.
Your mind whirled with memories – the two of you hiking near your home with your beloved dog joining you; going to the annual fair and riding all the rides that made you squeal and him laugh at you; laying side-by-side in your grandmother’s hammock on the front porch. He never just held your hand – he always intertwined your fingers. He said if you looked from above, you couldn’t tell where he began and you ended.
Had you really been part of such an amazing love story? You could hear his voice saying your name as he wrapped a hand under your ear to kiss you goodnight, and you could hear it when he called you from oh-so-far-away where he was lonely and probably afraid but never let on so you wouldn’t worry.
You let out a giant sigh and pulled your phone from the storage pocket in front of you. You’d texted him before you got on the plane because it seemed like the right thing to do as you traveled back to your past. He was too big a part of it not to.
“Did you get a text from him?” asked Steve, looking down at your phone.
“No,” you said, “I sent him one before I got on the plane. I always imagined he’d be there with me through everything. I just needed to reach out to him.”
“Mind if I look?” he asked.
“Sure, why not,” she half laughed.
She scrolled to the top of the message and handed the phone to him. Steve read silently, his eyebrows scrunching in concern.
I know we haven’t talked in a long time but today is going to be hard and I need you to know how much having you in my life has meant to me. Even though we didn’t make it to the end, like we’d hoped, my life is so much better because of you. If I were to die tomorrow, I’d do it knowing that in my life, I was truly loved by someone special. For so long, I didn’t know how to be me without you.
I’m so proud of you, serving our country and then taking on a dangerous job to protect others. I never told you enough how brave you are. When I was worried or afraid, you’d be there like a safety net, making sure my heart was protected. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for loving me.
This is going to be a hard day. There’s not going to be a safe landing. Everything I had, everything that made me secure, it’s all gone. I’m sorry that I gave up. I’m in uncharted waters. I should’ve fought with everything I had for you. I hope you’re happy with someone who will appreciate you and all you have to give. Whoever she is, she’s a very lucky girl.
Steve cleared his throat, trying to remove the giant lump that had formed there. “Wow,” he said. “Those are beautiful words.”
“They’re from the heart. I felt foolish as soon as I sent them and now I feel even more stupid. I can’t imagine how much he hates me.”
“Mind if I look?” said Ransom.
“Yeah, and then if you want, pass it across the aisle,” you said sarcastically.
Ransom rolled his eyes and his mouth turned up in a grin. He scanned over the text.
“Damn,” he whispered. He looked at you. “Look, I know I don’t know you at all and this has been a little slice of our lives, an unpleasant moment we’ll forget quickly, but if this guy got this text and doesn’t respond to you, he isn’t who you say he is. Ok, you fucked up. You should’ve met him that night. But this right here would be enough for me to make a U-turn. You had something really good.”
You grinned at him. “Ransom, are you telling me it’s possible that a girl could win your heart?”
His face flooded with color. “No,” he said a little too boisterously. “Trust me, anyone that can take a little of me has their hands full.”
Steve chuckled.
“What?” said Ransom defensively.
“Something tells me you’re all talk.”
Ransom narrowed his eyes at Steve. “What does that mean?”
Steve smiled a true American hero smile. “It means, watching you with Y/N, I think you’re really a pussycat. Go ahead and act like a tough guy, but we all know the truth. You’re a softie just looking for the right girl.” He couldn’t help the smug look that replaced his smile.
“Alright Captain Jackass, you go ahead with your self-righteous psychoanalysis. I’m capable of being nice to a woman without being a softie. Seriously, the 1940’s called and they want their word back.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. You never thought when you sat down between these two incredible hunks that you’d share your life story with them and they’d comfort you as you discovered a secret that would haunt you the rest of your life.
Ding
“You’ll notice the fasten seat belts sign has been activated as we make our descent. Please secure your belongings and return your tray tables to their original position. We should be arriving at our destination in a few minutes.”
“Seriously,” grumbled Ransom, “how many people have died from errantly deployed tray tables. Is that really our biggest concern?”
You giggled a little at his words and he looked at you, the first real smile he’d smiled all day gracing his handsome face. He had the most piercing blue eyes. You wished he would find someone who’d give him a chance. Underneath that gruff exterior, you just knew there was a loving, caring guy.
“Need a hand?” asked Steve, taking yours in his. You smiled and squeezed gently.
It suddenly occurred to you what awaited when he arrived. “You must be so excited!”
“I am,” he beamed. “I’m going to meet my baby girl soon.”
“She’s a lucky little girl,” you smiled.
“Poor thing, just trying to imagine the first guy that comes to pick her up for a date,” Ransom grinned.
Steve raised an eyebrow. “She’ll never know, I’m locking her in her room when she turns 15,” he smiled.
Slowly the plane began to descend. Your heart suddenly leaped into your throat as you thought about what lie ahead for you. You thought of walking through your grandmother’s home and a feeling of loneliness washed over you, causing an ache in your chest.
“Doing ok?” Steve asked.
You turned to him and smiled. “Yes, thank you.” You looked to Ransom and back to Steve. “This has been a great flight. Thank you both for indulging me and listening, and for your support.” You looked at Ransom. “I know you said this is just an unpleasant moment we’ll soon forget, but I can tell you both I’ll never forget either of you.” You fought the tears stinging your eyes.
“Yeah, well, it’ll probably be awhile before I forget you as well,” said Ransom.
Steve pulled a pen from the bag in front of him and wrote his cell number on your palm. “Put it in your phone. Call or text me anytime you need to talk. I mean it.”
That ache in your heart suddenly subsided. “Thanks. And I mean it too.”
Within a few minutes, the plane touched down roughly on the runway, then slowed and taxied to a stop at the gate. You pulled your bag from under the seat in front of you. You felt lightheaded so you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You could do this.
Ransom took your hand and helped you up, and you made your way behind him into the aisle, Steve behind you, his hand on your lower back. You walked out into the boarding bridge, walking slowly behind the crowd of passengers. In a few minutes, you’d leave these guys who you’d never see again. You took your time shuffling along, prolonging the moment.
The crowd in front of you slowed and then stopped, as passengers found those that were meeting them. That ache clenched your chest again. You’d make your way to the rental car desk and get a ride to take you to what would surely be a sad, nostalgic evening.
“Hmm,” said Ransom. “Interesting.”
“What?” you asked as he blocked your view.
“Probably just a coincidence.”
“I don’t know,” Steve said skeptically. “Seems like too much of a coincidence.”
Now you were behind both of them and you couldn’t see anything but the backs of their gorgeous heads and their pants hugging their fine asses. It was definitely the best view of the trip and probably the best you’d have for a long time. You snickered thinking about it.
“Well, guess we’re going to find out,” said Steve as he took a couple of steps to his right and stopped.
You were able to see ahead now as they parted, and the first thing that caught your eye was the pink tulips – a huge bouquet of them. You looked above the flowers at the pink Petunias t-shirt, the blonde Van Dyke on his chin, his round wire framed glasses and spikey blonde hair. Your breath caught in your throat and you stopped, unable to move. You felt a hand at your elbow – Steve. You looked up at him.
“You ok?” he asked. It was a fatherly tone and you smiled a million watt smile at him, grabbing his hand and Ransom’s arm, pulling them forward.
You walked up to him, taking him in. He was beautiful, even better than you remembered. His body was toned and solid, tattoos peeking out from under the t-shirt. Blue jeans graced his long sexy legs, high top Chucks rounding out the look. You were overwhelmed by how much you needed him. How had you lived without him for so long?
“Hey beautiful,” he said in that sexy baritone voice. He extended the flowers to you and you took them, inhaling deeply.
“I can’t believe it.” Your voice was so quiet you were sure he didn’t hear you.
“I’m here Y/N. I’m here for you.” He pulled you to him and you lifted the flowers, wrapping your arms around his neck. He touched his nose to yours. “Did you think I’d leave you to do this alone?”
You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and tried so hard to believe this was really happening. “I didn’t expect you to be here. Not after what I did to you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Not until I read Gramma’s letter on this plane did I know. I can’t imagine how badly I hurt you.” You swallowed, pushing the hurt down deep. “I understand why you moved on, I do. And it’s ok.”
You saw the pain in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. “There’s no one else,” he said, “never has been. I screwed it all up. I just did it all wrong. I should have come to you. I wanted to see you so bad. I just didn’t want to put you in danger.” He looked down and swallowed, then looked back into your eyes. “Did you mean it? All those things you said in that text this morning?”
“Yes,” you said, your voice strong. “Every word. I love you so much.”
He pressed his lips, so soft, to yours and gave you the sweetest kiss. “I love you too. Always, Y/N.” He kissed you again, this one deeper, his arms wrapped around you so securely. You could die right now and it would be ok.
Suddenly, you were aware of your surroundings. You pulled away from him, an arm around his neck, and you looked at your seatmates.
“Ransom, Steve, this is the love of my life, Jake Jensen. Jake, these are the superstars of Row 12 that got me through this flight.”
Jake extended his hand to each of them. “Thank you guys. Flying is not her favorite. Appreciate you both being so good to her.”
Ransom eyed him carefully. “You’ve got a really great girl here,” he said to Jake. “Don’t fuck it up.”
Steve smirked at Ransom. “He’s right,” said Steve. “Take good care of her.” He looked Jake up and down with his best Captain look.
“Shit,” Jake muttered and you laughed, kissing him reassuringly.
“Thanks guys. You’re the best.” You stepped forward and kissed each of them softly on the cheek.
Steve nodded and smiled, then walked towards his handler, who’d escort him to a car and whisk him away to the hospital to be by his wife’s side.
“Good luck!” you called to him and he smiled.
Ransom secured the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he approached a leggy blonde in a tight designer dress with a figure to die for.
“Hey baby,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid a kiss on him that would make a stripper blush.
“Easy babe, save some for the hotel,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking away. He turned and gave you a last look, flashing you a gorgeous smile.
“Damn,” said Jake, “if I was another guy, I might be kind of jealous and insecure about that, but I’m not some other guy, I’m your guy,” he said, rubbing his nose to yours.
“And don’t you forget it,” you said, kissing him deeply before pulling him by the hand away from the gate.
“We’re going to have to go through all of the pictures you know,” you said with a devilish grin.
“Oh God, do we have to? I don’t need to be reminded of what a dork I was back then.”
“You’re still a dork, but a very sexy one,” you said as you walked hand in hand towards your future.
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Allright. Elliott thread that nobody asked for. Part 4
The words you read seem to be some alien gibberish? Try these first:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Don’t worry guys. It will be over soon, I promise.
Bevore we start: This happened yesterday.
And I basically turned into that iCarly gif, where she’s on the Computer, sippin’ her drink and goes: interesting.
Because look who we have here. Our future husband acting all self-aware? Right after I assumed in my last post that he never talks about the possibility of his failure...
Elliott, do you know that I talk shit about you on Tumblr?
Please stop breaking the 4th wall...
To safe at least some of my ‘credibility’, he followed this up with something along the lines of:
“No, no...I am not fishing for compliments. Which does not mean I don't appreciate them ;) “.
Sure. Whatever.
In comparison to that:
A few in-game days previously, I had a cut-scene with Leah, where the player can suggest that she should organise an art show. And there, Leah openly communicated her fears of ppl not liking her art. I was surprised about how open she was, given that it was probably her 2nd heart event or something (?). It's interesting, how Leah (who I perceived to be more reserved than Elliott), was so willing to let us know about her insecurities. Meanwhile, Elliot seems to brush these thoughts aside rather quickly and returns to his nonchalant, graceful self.
I always thought that from the two of them, it might be Elliott who is more vocal about his emotions. But now, Elliott doesn't seem to wear his heart on his sleeves as much as I thought he would. Which changed the way I think about him quite a bit. Maybe he is more likely to hide behind platitudes and a self-assuring smile, after all.
And what can we take from this, when we would want to write, let’s say a scene with Leah/Elliott friendship dynamic?
What do you guys think?
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Anyways, before I was so disgracefully exposed, I was roasting Elliott’s life choices. To which I now gladly return to.
You see, the "issue" I see with Elliott is, that he plays into a trope:
The brooding hermitic author, who turned his back onto society in favour of finding inspiration in nature.
While this might sound thrilling and "romantic", we know that Elliott is not the best candidate to conform to this lifestyle. Just compare, how we as the player, manage to form quite strong relationships with everyone in Pelikan Town just by talking to them regularly.
We see Elliott outside the beach-area quite often. But aside from Leah, he does not seem to interact with anyone much. I don't know if there are statements about Elliott made by other characters, to have some inkling on how they feel about him. But its quite remarkable, how all other friendships outside to his connection with Leah, are not explicitly known as canon (?).
After a whole year living in this town, previous to our arrival, I would suggest, that Elliott might still be very much an outsider. He even remarks how, with our arrival, it will be nice, to no longer be "the new guy" in town.
But the problem with that might have been Elliott's reservedness, to begin with. Polite, but yet, maybe, quite impersonal. All pleasantries and platitudes as mentioned above. It all plays into Elliott's refusal to experience the comforts of a normal lifestyle in favour of pursuing his art.
And I love how Elliott just brushes that aside as if its nothing. I'd really love to know: what would have been his plan b, if his debut failed?
Worst case cenario: What would he'd done, if he ended up stranded in Pelikan Town, penniless and unsuccessful?
Where would he go? Is there a place he can return to? A previous home, previous friends?
I don't think so.
But, dedicated, impuslive, sweet, dumb Elliott just thought to himself:
“I can do that. How bad can it be???, it will be fi~ne.It will be marvellous!
Authentic, truly!
It will be superb pictouresque and that is all I need to write my novel....”
Thanks Yoba. You’ll keep doing that please.
And then we also have interactions of the likes of:
“People have scaped a living off the sea for thousands of years....
I just go to the grocery store.”
A different thought I had on Elliott kind of plays into what I already said previously. But I will adress it as its own topic.
The downside of Elliott’s ego.
As much as we explored the rather whacky / chaotic elements of his character and how he does stupid shit for prestige itself, it is interesting to see what happens when the player challenges his self-dramatisation.
I keep re-thinking if and to what degree Elliott can laugh about himself.
He is not one for self-deprecating humour, I think.
I can imagine that to be more Shane’s thing.
We see different scenarios, in which Elliott reacts differently to things not going his way. One of the positives is the whole “A tiny crab made a home inside his coat pocket”- story. I have seen two interpretations of this scene. And both are dependent on the tone, in which you read his dialogue. One group thinks he is just complaining yet again.
On the other hand, you could read it more like:
“My, look what we have here. Can you believe that [y/name]?!“.
I think that Elliott does not appear to be angry or annoyed at all in that scenario, too. He could have vented to the player, how he needs a new coat, now. But he simply leaves it at that. And you know what?
But, there are other times, where Elliott reacts negatively to the player not doing what he wants you to do. Meaning: your reaction to him or your behaviour in a specific situation. Let's look at his 2nd (?) heart event at the Stardrop Saloon. He comes up to the bar, finds himself in the mood for company, and orders wine for you and ale for himself.
New Headcanon:
That little crab still lives there! It will probably live there long after you two get married. And he will feed it scraps from the dinner table even though you ask him not to.
Whatever...Sounds Cute.
My first reaction to that was: “aw, wHaT a GeNtLemAn!!!”. My second reaction was my inner feminist having a temper tantrum because: “how dare a man, to assume what I want to drink!”
New Headcanon on Elliott and gender roles, anyone? Or is it given, that with him being a good old fashioned lover boy, his expectation on any relationship dynamic might be more traditional?
As much as I find Elliott charming and all, this could be a great red flag and, again, beautiful material for character-conflict. Maybe Elliott needs to learn to not take everything at face value. Maybe he needs to learn, how to take a joke. Especially those made at his expense.
However, when the question arises, what the two of you should drink on, he will not laugh if you say “your doom”.
This is not something he sees as sarcasm or as a joke. In fact, you lose 50 friendship points! Like holy shit. That in itself is not much, but its a game-penalty. He is actively reacting negatively toward you. This is one of the few times, where your decision actively has an impact on the friendship-metre. Of course, that statement could be delivered in a non-joking matter. Which then justifies his reaction.... sure.
But even the fact that Elliott chooses, to not downplay or gloss-over your comment, leaves me with the following interpretation:
He hoped for a charming, flirtatious interaction. All you had to do, was to play along. But you ruined it.
Just imagine a situation with a little bit of miss-communication and a version of Elliott that is a little too proud for his own good and *chef's kiss* we have drama.
Me to Elliott and Farmer-OC: fight! fight! fight! fight! :D
All of you reading right now:
omg can't you just chill??? We are here for the fluff :(((
Also: depending on how it's written, that could be one of Elliott's major character flaws. The one that is not cute at all!
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I wanted to take some jabs at Elliott's likes and dislikes. But as it turned out: Yes, you can turn Duck feathers into quills. I had this funny headcanon that Elliott wanted to be extra special by choosing duck feathers as his preferred writing instrument. And I was all like: “use a pen!!”.
But then I found out about the Unobtainable Weapons-List and Elliott’s pen is one of them. Okay, whatever.
And then I asked google how to make quills. And while duck feathers are not the preferred or most popular option, there is also nothing that would speak against it, as long as the feather’s shaft is durable enough. So that theory has flown out of the window pretty quickly as well.
The only thing that comes to my mind instead is, how Elliott would still need a digital manuscript for publishing. But me screaming: “Where is your Laptop Elliott??? You need a computer! Its the 21 century!!!” is not half that funny anymore.
I guess I’ll end it here.
I hope you enjoyed this completely useless stream of consciousness.
I will now continue playing Stardew Valley and indulge in all my other quarantine-born obsessions.
I wish you a wonderful day and happy farming.
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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH3
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Chapter 3: Resurrection Overture (III)
Qi Leren stood in front of the door that had once made him beyond salvation.
After the huge stone door, Maria’s sword was held high and the black dragon was crucified. Seven days ago, there was a former friend sitting on the throne that belonged to the Pope, smiling at him.
Now that I think about it, I still feel like I had a nightmare.
Worried that there was some unknown danger inside, Qi Leren removed "Devil Etiquette", changed it to the perception skill "Rain-Day Clothing", put his hand on the stone door, and pushed it gently. The stone door opened almost automatically before his eyes.
Maria and the black dragon were still there, but the metal sword in Maria’s hands had ceased to exist. Qi Leren's eyes fell to the blood on the ground, and the dragged blood seemed to bring back the scene before his death.
He took a step and wanted to go there, but the first step made this dead and broken church glow with incredible changes—
The statue of Maria exuded bright light, and countless cracks spread from its head. Qi Leren stared at this horrible scene and the cracks became more and more dense, spreading from Maria to the immortal body of the black dragon. The two statues with a height of more than ten meters were destroyed in an instant by time, turning into countless fragments and dust that poured down, rushing to the earth like waterfalls!
The entire site of the Vatican collapsed in a frantic tremor.
During this collapse, Qi Leren, who had been knocked down by the shock wave, looked towards the Maria.
Maria's phantom stood there, holding an object that seemed to be a scepter in both hands and coming towards him.
The ground shook so much that Qi Leren couldn't stand up at all, but Maria's phantom came to him as if on flat ground and handed the thing in her hand to him: "Please, bring this to the Prophet, you must give it to him personally."
"Who is the Prophet? Where is he?" Qi Leren asked, confused.
"He is in the judge’s seat of the Twilight Township. If you meet Ning Zhou, don't let Ning Zhou touch this thing and don't let him see it," Maria said.
Qi Leren looked down at what Maria gave him and held out his hand. The name of this item was [Scepter of Hell], which was made of metal, heavy and dangerous. There was a huge groove at the top of the scepter and the gem originally embedded in it had disappeared, leaving only this metal scepter with evil power. This was an extremely powerful and fearful demon item, which can even pollute the power of faith.
"I understand, I will give it to the Prophet." Qi Leren understood that the matter was important, so he put away this scepter and solemnly agreed.
"Thank you." Maria smiled, leaned over Qi Leren, and left a gentle kiss on his forehead.
The gentle kiss was like the blessing of God. Countless golden and silvery spots spread from Maria and she began to become blurred. However, these spots rushed into Qi Leren's body and he suddenly felt himself immersed as if in a hot spring. The warm energy soothed his stiff and tired body, injecting vitality and vigor into him again.
Indulged in this comfortable power, Qi Leren forgot where he was until an angry roar came from above: "How dare you! Maria! Again and again you have... I will not let you go!"
The Witch of Desperation, who found the body of the Devastator destroyed, roared. Storm clouds condensed with thunder and lightning and the terrible demon energy brewed the power of death. Countless bats came at them!
Maria nodded to Qi Leren languidly: "Good boy, go, remember my words."
Saying this, a bright white light rose from Qi Leren's feet, pierced through the dark clouds in the sky, and wrapped around Qi Leren to fly him towards the distant land of dusk.
In this dazzling silvery white light, Qi Leren felt his body float uncontrollably just like in the dream before, rising higher and higher, and the white world was full of magnificent and majestic vitality, solemn and quiet. Wrapped in the holy light, he flew in the sky like a gliding bird, moving forward in a pure white.
Suddenly an ethereal music sounded ahead. Qi Leren woke up from his dreamy state and looked in the direction of the music.
Countless little angels with flowers and musical instruments in their hands flew out of a magnificent gate, joyfully spreading petals and playing graceful music. That gate seemed to be the door to Eden. From the open gate, he could see a garden full of flowers. Angels holding musical instruments were playing the piano and singing songs by the fountain, singing praises to Father God.
A petite young female angel came out of the garden and her feet lightly landed on the clouds, smiling at Qi Leren.
Qi Leren tried to see her face clearly, but she seemed to be a light-year away from him.
"I am the Prophet," she said. "Give it to me."
Qi Leren's eyes were empty and that person's voice seemed to be God's will, which made him want to obey her orders involuntarily.
Give the Scepter of Hell to the Prophet, and she is the Prophet... This was firmly rooted in his mind.
Qi Leren took the Scepter of Hell in his hand without thinking.
[Rain-Day Laundry: At present, the remaining sensing times are 2/3.]
Qi Leren suddenly woke up. How could he believe that this unknown person was the Prophet?! This brainwashing power was simply terrible! He almost handed over this thing!
"Hmm?" The angel on the other side let out a confused hum as the projection of an archangel emerged behind Qi Leren, holding a rapier to cut the heavenly gate.
In a blaze of holy light, the world was silently torn apart and all the dreamy things in front of him disappeared in an instant.
Under the curious gaze of hundreds of millions of human beings and demons, this white holy light that shone in an arc across the sky paused for a moment in a cloud of black mist, then pierced the darkness and continued to fly towards the Village of Dusk on the eastern coast.
In the garden of Dawn.
"An unexpected miss. It’s not enough to use the avatar projection in front of him, I was too hasty," the petite woman sighed.
"You can't stop using the field’s power. After all, it’s the last of the Holy Nun’s power," the man taking a slow sip of wine said lightly.
"But to use ‘Utopia’, it will be weakened after being pierced by that holy light, it’ll do more harm than good. Forget it. Anyway, I already know that thing’s whereabouts, I’ll just ask others to keep it for the time being," the woman said and smiled again. "But that child you like is quite vigilant."
The red wine in the goblet was swirled gently, its thick red color like blood.
"People with secrets will always be more vigilant. I really wonder how many secrets he still hides."
The Village of Dusk on the east coast was shrouded in the afterglow of sunset all year round.
On the long coastline, Chen Baiqi was smoking on the seawall and her sister Sissi was catching crabs. Suddenly, she found a shiny stone. She screamed with surprise and took the stone to Chen Baiqi: "This is beautiful, I want to show it to Xiaozhi!"
Chen Baiqi glanced at the stone, but it was only a rare sea stone. She rubbed her sister's hair: "Okay."
"But I haven't seen Xiaozhi for a long time." Sissi was worried about her little friend. "Is it the Prophet who won't let him out?"
"Maybe," Chen Baiqi replied absently, full of melancholy. "We’ll go home in ten minutes and go to the Undead Island in the afternoon."
Sissi cocked her head and suddenly realized: "Is it Qi Leren’s seventh day?"
Chen Baiqi responded gently and let out a sigh.
The little girl who didn't know her sister's worries kicked the sand under her feet and muttered, "Why did he die?"
"People will always die," Chen Baiqi said lightly.
Sissi felt her sister's heavy heart and took her arm obediently. She was well protected by Chen Baiqi, but that didn't mean she didn't know anything. She had met many of Chen Baiqi's customers. Those young men and women came to her store to buy what they needed. Some of them came very often while others came rarely, but gradually these people disappeared.
Those who had disappeared had never returned again. There would always be new faces coming and disappearing like those people.
Sissi remembered that when she was a little girl, a beautiful little sister always brought her delicious candy which was wrapped in colorful cellophane, and each one was sweet. She loved the candy brought by that little sister. Every time, she had collected these beautiful candy wrappers and put them in a small tin box until she had saved a whole box.
Then one day, when she saw the tin box, she suddenly remembered that she had not seen the little sister for a long time. She asked Chen Baiqi several times, and Chen Baiqi was silent for a long time, saying that she would help her find out.
She happily went back to her room, folded a string of paper cranes with those cellophanes, and prepared to give it to the little sister.
But in the end, she could only give the folded paper cranes to her tombstone.
On the Undead Island, which was just outside the Village of Dusk, the warm sunlight had illuminated her tombstone with her name on it and the days she had lived. There were only two simple lines that summarized a person's short life.
She had felt that she wasn’t very sad, but at the thought that she would never eat that delicious candy again, she had burst into tears.
Later, she learned where to buy this delicious candy that tasted sweet, but it wasn't from that little sister, so she didn't like it anymore.
She thought that, in fact, she didn't like that kind of candy very much, she just missed the little sister.
It was a carefree little girl who taught her the meaning of death for the first time.
"Jiejie*, you seem to have liked him very much?" Sissi asked.
*{E/N: “older sister”}
Chen Baiqi smoked a cigarette and the smoke blew away in the sea breeze: "Because a friend of mine likes him very much."
"How much did you like him?" Siss smiled and asked, "Does jiejie like me so much?"
Chen Baiqi looked at her sister's innocent face, smiled, and kissed her face: "Maybe I liked him more than jiejie likes you."
Sissi gave a "wow": "You must’ve liked him very much."
However, Sissi was a little sad again: "How sad will your friend be now that he’s dead?"
Chen Baiqi could not speak and her hand holding the cigarette was shaking. There was a little bit of sweet pain in the sour despair; even if it was just a bystander like her, she was almost suffocating.
She wouldn't be able to forget for the rest of her life. On that rainy day, Ning Zhou, who had gone to the Holy City with Qi Leren, suddenly returned to the Village of Dusk and knocked on her door. She was puzzled, but was shocked by Ning Zhou's calm dead eyes. Ning Zhou had braved the heavy rain and told her what had happened. Then, despite her dissuasion, he resolutely went to Neverland. He didn't even know whether he could survive the torture of the spiritual enchanment, or if it would leave him sleeping in the cold tundra forever.
Fortunately, Ning Zhou's tombstone had yet to appear on the Undead Island. It seemed that he had successfully arrived at his soul’s former hometown, bid farewell to it, and went to a world full of thorns and sufferings.
Thinking this, she suddenly heard Sissi let out a loud scream. Chen Baiqi raised her head and looked at the sky in astonishment—in the far west, there was a bright light streaking across the sky, magnificent, holy, and unparalleled, and all the places it passed were the projections of heaven. It stopped over the Village of Dusk and turned into a vertical beam of light.
A huge projection of an archangel appeared in the void, behind which countless wings danced slowly in the setting sun, almost covering the sunset. The wings were dying, like a white rain, and the projection of the archangel was getting weaker and weaker. He put his hands on his chest, bowed toward the distance, and disappeared into the golden red sunset.
Sissi was stunned. After being shocked, Chen Baiqi’s mind suddenly raised countless thoughts: Which of the Holy See's field-level masters had come to Dusk? The place of arrival also happened to be in the spot where the Prophet had landed at dusk... No, it should be just residual energy. If it was really a field-level master, they would not reveal such a big movement at all. And the Court’s enchantment has not been alarmed... Who was it?
"Sissi, go home, I'll check it out and I'll be right back," Chen Baiqi said, and inserted a card into her card slot. A projected book turned to a certain page in her hand. A white unicorn appeared beside her and she turned around to mount the horse. The winged unicorn flew in the air to the place where the projection of the archangel had landed.
She arrived at her destination in less than half a minute due to the short distance. On the rolling sea waves of the beach, a confused figure was looking in all directions at a loss. Seeing Chen Baiqi approach, he waved at her in surprise and ran quickly to her.
Chen Baiqi's cigarette butt fell to the ground, and shock and joy were intertwined. She couldn't wait to express her incredible mood with 10,000 swear words: "Shit Qi Leren, aren't you fucking dead?!”
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Dear RIF, may I please ask for Ikesen warlords as Disney songs headcanon? :3 I don't want to impose any further, so please, go with characters of your choosing - although I would be very interested in what Hideyoshi would be. Thank you in advance, never stop trolling!
Mama will be angry, but are we proceeding? Yes.
Also this has been in my inbox for much too long, but since I have a rainy day I’m (ab)using it as something indulgent. Enjoy!
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Characters: Nobunaga Oda, Hideyoshi Toyotomi, Ieyasu Tokugawa, Masamune Date, Mitsunari Date, Mitsuhide Akechi, Ranmaru Mori, Kenshin Uesugi, Shingen Takeda, Yukimura Sanada, Sasuke Sarutobi, Yoshimoto Imagawa, Kennyo, Motonari Mouri & Keiji Maeda
Nobunaga Oda - You’re Welcome - Moana
Of course he will believe himself to be a gift sent by the deities above and since this man only grants favours and never takes (or so he believes) what other words to describe his ego than this one?
Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Gaston - Beauty and the Beast
Replace Gaston with Nobunaga and the choice should be obvious. This love serenade to celebrate his greatest idol should come as no surprise to anyone.
Alternatively: Mother Knows Best - Rapunzel
Ieyasu Tokugawa - I Won’t Say I’m in Love - Hercules
Am I trolling? This is a troll ask, so trolling is allowed, but I’m also dead serious. Ieyasu is totally a Megara. He gives me the: “I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle myself. Have a nice day.” - vibes down to the T. Ieyasu vibes with Megara. He is Ikesen’s Megara.
Masamune Date - Be My Guest - Beauty and the Beast
Masamune will serve that seven course dinner and Kojuro will sing the song for the master while introducing the dishes on the beat. Yes.
Mitsunari Ishida - I See the Light - Rapunzel
It is a very wholesome song about broadening one’s world and I think this fits Mitsunari very well, from what I have heard of his route. The way he develops as a character in his route definitely shows that Mitsunari is gaining a new perspective that allows him to reach out for what he wants.
Mitsuhide Akechi - Be Prepared - Lion King
The ultimate song of the villains, the drama, the theatrics, the sass. Mitsuhide’s flair and pretension of being the super villain fits so very perfectly with Scar singing about the doom of the lion’s kingdom.
“I know that your powers of retention
Are as wet as a warthog's backside“
Ranmaru Mori - Reflection - Mulan
The conflict between duty and self is a common trope, so perfectly executed in Mulan by the titular character Mulan, but also with Ranmaru, who we all know to be conflicted between his own loyalties and affections.
Kenshin Uesugi - I’ll make a man out of you - Mulan
We have all seen how he trains his people. Sword out, hard mode on, lets go; a kick to the face.
Shingen Takeda - A Girl Worth Fighting For - Mulan
Yes, Shingen is more than a flirt and a player, but I can totally imagine him singing along with this number and agreeing wholeheartedly to its message and beyond. Every girl is worth fighting for and for a goddess he will gladly go to war.
Yukimura Sanada -
Sasuke Sarutobi - A Whole New World - Aladdin
Do I need to explain myself? Okay, Sasuke falls into a whole new world and introduces MC to said new world when she arrives later. He is Aladdin’s ninja version, though I wouldn’t dare to call Kenshin his genie. Maybe Yukimura?
Yoshimoto Imagawa - Shiny - Moana
Am I trolling? I totally am. Yoshimoto likes pretty things, that big shiny crab likes shiny things, switch shiny with pretty, or aesthetics and give it a gentler tune and you get something that Yoshimoto might like, even though he would hate that crab.
Kennyo - Hellfire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
AND YES THIS IS TOTALLY A TROLL. But hear me out nonetheless. Kennyo wouldn’t sing about his lust, neither would he be singing about his own holiness, but he would totally wish hellfire down upon the world (or at least Nobunaga). Switch out ‘desire’ for ‘revenge’ and we have his theme.
Motonari Mouri - Those Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid
Look. Motonari strikes chaotic deals left and right and backstabs anyone and everyone he needs to in order to throw the world down into more chaos. This is a fitting song, he would even sing it in the same sarcastic tune.
Keiji Maeda - The Bare Necessities - Jungle Book
Keiji doesn’t give me lazy vibes, but he does give me chill vibes and I think he would vibe with this song.
#ikesen#ikemen sengoku#nobunaga oda#hideyoshi toyotomi#ieyasu tokugawa#masamune date#mitsunari ishida#mitsuhide akechi#ranmaru mori#kenshin uesugi#shingen takeda#yukimura sanada#sasuke sarutobi#yoshimoto imagawa#kennyo#motonari mouri#keiji maeda
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Sea Urchin
I made me some analogical fluff bc honestly, why not?
Characters: Virgil, Logan, (brief) Roman
Relationships: Analogical, platonic Prinxiety
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“Are you sure this is a good idea, Roman?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course it’s a good idea!”
“Fish? For a date?” Roman sighed, slinging an arm around Virgil’s shoulder.
“I’m telling you, oh panic-at-the-everywhere, that taking him to an aquarium will literally make his year. Logan loves the ocean, man.”
“And...and you’re sure he won’t think it’s weird?”
“No, because he’s weird. And so are you.”
“Hey!” Virgil shoved Roman away and glared at him, though it melted into a grin when he laughed that stupid laugh of his.
“Relax, Virge. He’ll love it, I promise.” He sighed.
“Okay…”
Half an hour later, Virgil was standing on the doorstep to the Crofter house, his hair awkwardly styled (Roman’s fault), and a plush shark in his hands (also Roman’s fault). Logan opened the door when he knocked, eyes widening at the sight of the plush shark.
“I uh...here.” Virgil shoved it into Logan’s hands, then tried to remember what Roman had told him to say. “Uh, guess where we’re going today?”
Logan looked at the shark, then up at Virgil.
Holy shit, I’ve never seen him this excited before.
“Are...are we going to the aquarium?” At that, Virgil couldn’t help but smile. Maybe Roman’s terrible idea wasn’t so terrible after all.
“Correct. I heard you were into marine biology, and they have a sale on the admission fee today. Roman also told me you liked sharks.”
Logan smiled--adorably, Virgil thought.
“Yeah, I do. They’re such fascinating creatures, despite the terrible reputation they’ve been given.”
“That’s good, ‘cause they’ll have plenty where we’re going.” Virgil motioned to his car, which actually wasn’t his car, but his mom’s. “You ready to go?”
“I believe I am adequately prepared, yes.” Logan still held the plush, and carried it to the car with him where he set it on the dashboard.
“Will it be okay if I keep it in here for now?” he asked as the two climbed inside.
“Oh, sure!” Virgil said, and his voice definitely didn’t crack. He tried not to look at Logan as he backed the car out of the driveway and started into town; at his messy hair, the soft blue sweater he currently wore over a white button-up, at his blue glasses which had tiny goldfish painted on the sides - Roman’s work, most likely. And it was perfect.
Roman had been Logan’s best friend since the first grade, and from what Virgil had heard the two had become friends in much the same way he had when he’d been transferred to their school in fifth grade. Promptly after arriving Roman had made it his personal goal to befriend him, though Virgil had never understood quite why. Logan said he didn’t either; Roman merely shrugged when asked and said they’d seemed lonely.
Not that that was true, or anything.
Whatever the case, Virgil did eventually succumb and become a part of the odd group. Later, when they reached highschool, it was again Roman who convinced him to finally ask Logan out.
At first glance, Logan was little more than a quiet and studious kid with a weird fascination for both space and the deep ocean, something that was weirdly connected to and disconnected from Virgil’s own fascination with cryptids, conspiracies, and aliens. The more he’d gotten to know Logan, however, the more he learned about the nerdy kid’s wilder side; about his impulsive (but fun) antics in the name of science, his crazy ideas “for research purposes only, obviously,” and his long rants about stars at two in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.
And Virgil fell in love with him.
Roman noticed he had before he did, actually. He also said that Logan liked him too, and after several weeks of nagging Virgil finally worked up the courage to ask him out himself. And when Logan accepted--well, Virgil didn’t think he’d ever been happier (though he’d never tell Roman that).
“What’s your favorite ocean animal, Lo? Aside from sharks.” Logan glanced up, grinning crookedly.
“I love eels,” he said. “And sea snakes. And crabs. And...” he stopped himself, and Virgil both tried and failed to hide a laugh.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Um, do you have a favorite shark species?”
“Certainly. I am most fond of the tiger shark; their unique patterns are quite aesthetically pleasing. Speaking of sharks, did you know that shark skin feels like sandpaper?”
“I didn’t,” Virgil said, even though he did. “Tell me about it.”
“Their skin is made up of specialized placoid scales, which form a special kind of armor for the shark that’s actually quite thick. It’s also so rough that it can actually injure animals that rub against it the wrong way--it’s relatively smooth the other way, compared to it. The shape of the scales also makes the shark more streamlined in the water, so it loses less energy to drag when it’s hunting prey.”
Virgil kinda froze, even though he was still at the wheel, and once again he was struck by how damn smart Logan was, not to mention how cute he was when he got excited, and--
“Uh, Virgil?”
“Yeah?”
“You missed the turn.”
“Dammit!”
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Virgil stood back a little, grinning to himself as Logan pressed his face up against the tank. On the other side of the glass, a rather uncomfortably large fish looked back at them. Virgil had already been dragged around four different rooms in the span of less than fifteen minutes, but despite that he couldn’t wipe the dumb look of adoration from his face as Logan excitedly rambled to him about parrot fish.
“Did you know that they create bubble nets out of their mucus to hide in from sharks?”
“Uh...no, I didn’t.”
Man, the ocean was weird.
“Ooh, this way! They have touch tanks in here!”
“They have what now?” Virgil asked, as Logan grabbed his hand and started pulling him into another room.
“Touch tanks! So you can touch the anemones, urchins, sea cucumbers, and whatever else they have in there! Very fascinating textures, they have. Especially the anemones.”
“Wait wait wait...touch them?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Logan said quickly, coming to a halt at the room’s entrance. He glanced at Virgil. “If you want I can show you first, and then you can decide. They won’t hurt you.”
“Uh...okay.” Virgil wanted to say no, mostly because being wet was not what he had planned, but Logan seemed so excited about it that he couldn’t help it. Besides, it was just his hand. He’d be fine.
“Here’s a purple sea urchin.” Logan pointed at a little spiky thing in the sand, grinning from ear to ear. “Their spikes can’t hurt us, but they’re cool to touch.” He dipped his hand in, running his finger along one of the urchin’s spines.
“Whoah, they’re closing together around your finger!” Virgil leaned over the edge of the tank, eyes wide. Logan grinned at him.
“They trap food with their spines like that, isn’t that cool?”
“You mean it thinks your finger is food?”
“Yup! Don’t worry though, he can’t hurt me. See?” Logan pulled his hand away easily, showing Virgil. “Wanna try?”
“You’re crazy.” He looked down at the urchin. “...Yes. I’ll try.”
The water was stupid cold, but Virgil rolled up his sleeves, pretended he didn’t notice the adorable smile Logan was giving him, and dipped his hand in. The urchin’s spines were hard, but smooth, and quickly hugged onto his finger as he watched in surprise.
“You haven’t been to an aquarium before, have you?” Virgil glanced at Logan.
“I haven’t, no. Ocean always gave me the heebies. Didn’t realize it was so...uh, cool…” he turned away to hide his face, which had turned a delicate shade of rose, and quickly washed his hands while Logan tried to pet every sea cucumber he could find in the tank.
“They’re very squishy,” he said as he joined Virgil by the entrance. “Very smooth. I like them.”
“I can tell,” Virgil answered with a grin.
They went to more tanks, then ate at the cafe inside. Logan excused himself after they sat down, leaving Virgil alone for a few minutes as he disappeared.
Virgil pulled his patch jacket closer around his shoulders, and let out a small sigh. He’d never been much of a learner like Logan was - sleeping in class, doodling on the margins of his notebooks, ignoring the teacher and everything around him...but learning from Logan was so different, so...fun. He realized he’d been enjoying himself immensely the whole time, even though he now had more facts on sea cucumbers than he’d ever know what to do with.
Being with Logan was fun, he thought.
“What are you thinking about, Virgil?”
“GAH! Logan, why?”
“I apologize.” Logan sat down, a smile hiding in his eyes as he tried to look sheepish. “I uh, didn’t realize that you hadn’t noticed my presence.”
“It’s alright,” Virgil shook his head, pushing a plate of food towards him. “You just startled me.”
“I will try to avoid doing so in the future.”
They talked about black holes and green sand; about comets and cone snails and nebulae and nurse sharks.
And Virgil loved it.
At last, the day had gone and it was time to go. Virgil was exhausted, but glowing with happiness as they made their way towards the exit. Logan held his hand; similarly quiet, similarly happy.
As they reached the front door, he stopped and turned to him.
“I uh...got you something,” Logan said quietly, holding something up for him to see.
“Is...is that an urchin plush?”
“I, uh...I thought that since…I went back to the gift shop...wanted to get something special...”
“I love it.” Virgil gently took the plush from Logan, cupping it in his hands and feeling how soft it was in his fingers. Logan grinned widely, and before either boy knew what was happening they were in each other’s arms. Logan’s embrace was gentle, but firm, and Virgil was pretty sure he never wanted to leave his arms again.
Silently, he thanked Roman for his best terrible idea ever.
#analogical#virgil sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#brotherly prinxiety#sanders sides#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides fanfic
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the unsleeping museum: part A
written for the Dimension 20 Alphabet @dimension20alphabet event! prompt: audience. it’s a night at the museum au!!
The saber-toothed tiger skeleton bounds across the atrium, leaps over a plinth, and lands in front of them with a crash. Pete and Sofia slam to a halt. Maybe they could run back into the museum, but—Pete glances back and spots a flash of a monkey’s tail in the shadowed hallway—he’s gonna take his chances closer to the front door. If a tiger skeleton doesn’t eat him first.
The skeleton prowls closer to them, nails clicking on the floor. It comes up to Pete’s shoulder, easy, and its fangs are a foot long each. Sofia raises her fists. Pete holds his flashlight like a baseball bat and thinks about microdosing, just so he doesn’t die sober. The skeleton’s jaw swings open with the sepulchral creak of bone on bone.
And then a booming voice bursts out of its hollow jaws, and it says, “You must be the new night guards! Hello! My name is Orlando, and this—” the other skeleton trots over—“is my boyfriend, Rovias.” They nuzzle their heads together, fangs clacking.
“Uh huh. Hi, nice to meet you,” Sofia says, with the tone of someone who figures this might as well just happen. “I’m Sofia L—uh, Bicicleta.”
“Pete the Plug,” Pete says. “Hey.”
“A pleasure!” Rovias says. “We are the guardians of the Unsleeping Museum, also known as the American Museum of Natural History, but really it is the Unsleeping Museum! Welcome! Has anyone shown you around?”
“Kingston just told us to wait in the rotunda until sunset,” Pete says.
“Well go on, explore!” Orlando says. “Have fun! You’ve got a lot of people to meet. Everything in this museum comes alive at sunset, you know.”
Pete looks over at Sofia, who looks back at him with an expression that says that she’s also thinking that Kingston could’ve, maybe, mentioned that. At literally any time.
“Oh!” Rovias says, and nudges Orlando, looking past Pete and Sofia. “Look! Another new person! We weren’t expecting anyone else, were we?”
Pete turns around. Behind them, a man who looks like he walked right out of a Hot Topic is standing in the hallway in a gift shop uniform shirt. “What... the fuck,” the man says. “Is this place fucking haunted? Is this a haunted museum?”
“That depends on your definition of haunted!” Orlando says.
“I am Rovias,” Rovias continues, “and this is my boyfriend, Orlando. What is your name?”
“Uh, Cody Walsh, but you can call me Night Angel. I work at the gift shop? I was just closing, and like, it took a while cause this is my first day? And then I got chased by a lion?”
“Weird name,” Rovias says. “But welcome to you, too!”
“Now go take a look around!” Orlando says. “We will guard the atrium. Go on!”
“Thanks?” Sofia says.
“Say nothing of it,” Rovias tells her cheerfully.
The three of them cluster together and slink deeper into the museum, because it doesn’t feel like there’s anything else they can do. It’s still sort of the opposite direction of the way Pete wants to go, but sue him, he’s kinda curious. He’s never actually been to the museum—he only moved to New York City last year, and his job doesn’t really take him to museums. So maybe it’ll be interesting. As long as they don’t run into that monkey again.
They speedwalk around some corners and down a flight of stairs. The rooms are half-lit with stage lights that stain their multiplied shadows blue and violet. Most of the exhibits Pete glimpses are behind glass, but they’re all moving, and things keep twitching in the shadows. Cody is muttering something about swords. Sofia still has her hands in fists, like she’s going to punch a skeleton. Pete doesn’t know what would happen if someone punched a skeleton. Would it just kind of fall apart? Or would it stick together because it’s only bones?
They come to a stop in a darker corner and huddle together to talk. “So this is cool as fuck, right?” Cody says. “Everything comes alive at night? That’s super fucking cool, man. Like, not what I expected for my first closing shift at the gift shop, but it’s still cool.”
The wall next to them clicks a little. Pete looks up and sees—okay, that’s way too many legs—a glass case full of crabs all skittering against the pane. Above their heads, a jellyfish as long as a bus waves its tendrils lazily. There’s a deep, undulating hum in the air.
“We’re supposed to be night guards,” Sofia says. “For the exhibits, I think? Kingston said not to...”
“Not let anything in or out,” Pete agrees. “Yeah, in hindsight that was kinda weird.” Also, he’s still about twenty percent sure that someone is going to ask him to sell any minute now, so this can go back to being a basically normal night. Based on the want ad, he thought he was going to a weird rave.
“How are they doing this?” Sofia wonders. The exhibits rustle quietly around them. Footsteps pad across the stone floor several rooms away. “Is it robots or something? AI?”
“No, dude, it’s magic,” Cody says. “The museum’s fucking cursed, I bet. Unquiet spirits and shit.”
The footsteps continue, under that odd hum. They’re a little louder, actually, and a little bit faster. “Uh, do you guys hear that?” Pete asks. “The footsteps?”
Sofia and Cody stop and listen. “What is that?” Cody wonders.
Okay, the footsteps are definitely getting closer. “C’mon, let’s go,” Pete says, and runs for the nearest doorway in the other direction.
He emerges into a vast space bathed in blue light. There’s a walkway around the edge, but the room plunges down to another floor below. Glass-paned dioramas of flowing resin water line the walls, full of darting fish and birds, dolphins splashing in pods, and, in one darkened corner, a thrash of massive tentacles. And in the middle of it all, suspended from the ceiling as though swimming in midair, is a gigantic whale, singing a rolling, sea-deep song.
“Whoa,” Sofia whispers.
The song cuts off, and the whale’s truck-sized head swings around to face them, throwing its massive shadow across the walls and floor. “Holy shit!” it says, in a voice that reverberates through the room. “Look at that! You’re a long way from home, huh?”
“Uh,” Cody says.
“Wow,” Pete says.
“There you are!” a voice calls, and, realizing they have an audience, they all scramble to turn around. Kingston is standing in the hallway behind them, holding a thermos in one hand and a stack of brochures in the other. “I hear you met Orlando and Rovias, so I won’t be the first to say it, but...” He gestures expansively, grinning. “Welcome to the Unsleeping Museum!”
(this has been part A! find the rest of the ficlets in this au here!)
#my fic#hello world#web: d20#the unsleeping city#the unsleeping museum au#d20alphabet21#featuring my FAVORITE exhibit at amnh. the hall of ocean life is so cool
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TAZ:G NOTES, EPISODE 27
oh we’re starting with a full recap of the history huh;;
HHHHHHH ARGO, all i can think about is argo…. ever since last week my brain has been like many thoughts head argo keene
argo…… already…… oh god the music. argo gripping fitzroy’s shoulder;;;;; i love how that’s the thundermen’s love language.
[most of the content under the cut, because spoilers!!]
OH L O R D I DID NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THIS…oh jesus christ JESUS FUCK GOD WHAT THE HELL IM IN SO MUCH PAIN. THE ONE THING I DID NOT WANT. THE O N E THING. WAS HEARING ABOUT ARGO KILLING FITZ AND THE FIRBOLG. I KNOW THIS ISN’T REAL BUT IT VERY WELL COULD BE IF THINGS GO WRONG OH THIS IS AWFUL. IM IN A FITZROY KINSHIFT AND I FELT PAIN BETWEEN RIBS WHEN TRAVIS SAID THAT…. IM ALREADY EMOTIONAL SOMEONE HOLD ME. “you consider what you have done, and you smile.” NOTHING HAS HURT ME AS MUCH AS ARGONAUT KEENE.
i’m like . shaking. that singular dream sequence has convinced me that argo is genuinely one of my Highest comfort characters. i feel nothing but pain.
unfair that this cute music is playing while argo is waking up from the. WORST possible nightmare.
“does fitzroy have his own bedroom?” “he does” “*evil bastard chuckle noises from griffin*” GOD I LOVE HIM
notes in the adventure zone are never good. why are they never good i almost don’t wanna hear this even if its just a good lil fitzroy note. BE BACK SOON. if travis had made it say just “blah blah blah. back soon.” i think i genuinely would’ve fucking lost it. sorry for having taz balance brainrot i dont do it on purpose <3
NOOOO GOD I HATE THIS SO MUCH. GET OUT OF ARGO’S HEAD ARGO DON’T LISTEN TO HIM BUDDY THEY LOVE YOU SO MUCH THEY THINK YOURE THE ABSOLUTE BEST OH MAN IM SAD. i knew gray’d be capitalizing on argo’s fears and doubts n insecurities but i didn’t realize it’d hit this hard…. man argo cmere lemme give u a good good hug.
NOT @ THEM BEING MEAN TO CLINT TOO SDBFJDKSJ;;;;; STOP BULLYING CLINT AND ARGO!!!!!! >:T JAHSBJSDF TRAVIS MAKING THEM APOLOGIZE;;;
right before justin said his little podcast law thing i was literally Just about to click the 1.5x button and i felt very called out
FAST FIRBOLG FAST FIRBOLG. ITS VERY FUNNY THAT HIS UHHHHHH’S STILL REMAIN THE SAME THOUGH. hey does travis know what Talking Faster means.
“i have been giving this much thought”
“HELL YES"
"the worry-"
"aw no"
WHEJDJDBSJSHBS
OH THE MUSIC!!!!! FESTO TIME THIS IS FESTO TIME!!!!! I MISSED FESTO SO MUCHHHHH GOD FESTOS THEME MUSIC SLAPS SO HARD
as always fitzroy is already being The Best. hes so good. man festo better be impressed by this.
“DID YOU SEE?????” EVERY DAY I LOVE FITZROY MORE..
you heard the man travis!!! we need a festo and fitzroy rave scene and we need it NOW
OH THANK GOD ITS FESTOS PROPER VOICE AGAIN I WASNT FEELING THE VIBES
I MISSED SNIPPERS SO MUCH TOOOOO I LOVE SNIPPERS TO THE MOON AND BACK…. snippers the phantasmal crab well spring of all magic ever
I LIKE GORDY SO MUCH!!!!! GORDY GOES TO RAVES!!! :DDD
hey festo do u wanna spill the hot drippin wet goss
YOU DO HAVE A HABIT OF PISSING PEOPLE OFF WJDNSNFJSKDFJKN THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE….
FESTO MAKE JOKE SDHJFBHSHDJFJHB
rip fitzroy <3
CLINT THE POWERFUL WIZARD…. GOD CLINTS CANONICAL IN EVERY UNIVERSE…. THE. SDHFJJBSDFHJSDHJFB THE CLINTORIS. LET ME OUT OF HERE I WANNA GO. I HATE IT SO MUCH. I HATE IT I HATE IT.
hehe pretty music!! i will never shut up about how beautiful griffin’s composition is especially in these recent episodes;;
I REALLY ONLY LISTEN TO THE AD READS FOR BABY DOT NOW I LOVE HER SO MUCH;;;;;; <333 THAT’S A GOOD HALLOWEEN GROWL;;;;; HEY BABY DOT;;;;;;;; oh i love dot so much im ;3;
glad we had that chat about using the potty!!! thanks guys very cool!!
now why would fitzroy bring that up.
WHERE IS ALL THE ART OF THUNDERMAN LLC IN BOOTY SHORTS CLIMBING GEAR!!!! I NEED THAT!!! GET ON IT ARTISTS!!!! /LH
WHJBDHHJSDHJFHBJ NOOO GOD;;; i saw a post that said it sounds like argo seems like hes feeling some rejection sensitivity dysphoria and Yeah;;; little sidetrack but i really do feel like all the thundermen are neurodivergent in some way. i project my adhd very heavily onto fitzroy and i think that argo and the firbolg could both be somewhere on the spectrum!! argo could also be ocd and thats a very comforting headcanon too;;;
GOD SARCASM…..
oh its hieronymous;;; sad music time i don’t like this;; i care so much about hiero i hope he’s doin alright;; “i’m just tired.” yeah me too hiero…
GOD EVERYTIME FIRBOLG MAKES A JOKE I LOSE MY MIND…. canon that firbolg does a little celebratory dance after each banger joke
“we can’t take that risk” “well MAYBE THEY SHOULDVE BEEN STRONG ENOUGH”
yall think fitzroy could get that influencer cape on and charm his way into the heroic oversight guild. but yeah hiero and althea!!!!
OH NO ARGO. O H. N O. AR G O.. OH JESUS ARGO OH GOD FUCK ARGO……OH NOOOO OH NO OH GOD FUCK ARGO DONT DO SHIT I SWEAR TO FUCKING G O D. ARGO PLEASE IM SO SCARED I CANT HAVE FITZROY GET STABBED… argo sounds so … defeated oh im so sad;;;; i have so many argo feelings…
maplekeeners how are we feelin…
HOW DOES ARGO KEEP FUCKIN ROLLING CRIT FAILS… oh no;;; fitzroy fuck him up. do it. fuck him up. FUCK Y E S. HOLY SHIT FUCK HIM UP FITZROY.
if gray don’t get the FUCK out of my boy argo
thank god argo knows now because idk if i could’ve dealt with him feelin that shitty self deprecation and thinkin it was still him even after that;;
thunderman llc love each other so much god i'm so sad...
oh i cant wait to see the art people come up with for the godscar chasm scene this sounds beautiful...
OPALESCENT SKIN??? CHAOS????? not? chaos??
"i have been called many names, some of them unkind. i think the one i most identify with is order."
HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT C H I L L S WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS SO INCREDIBLY COOL OH IM IN AWE. THAT WAS SUCH A COOL ENDING OH MG GOD.
this commentary got Long but for good reason god this was such a good episode i believe in taz g episode 27 supremacy.... holy moly folks.
#taz#taz graduation spoilers#taz grad#taz g#taz graduation#taz grad spoilers#the adventure zone#the adventure zone graduation#taz episode 27#sir fitzroy maplecourt#fitzroy maplecourt#argonaut keene#argo keene#the firbolg#master firbolg#taz notes by krys#krys talks
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