One of my favorite things to think about with Capitano is an arranged marriage with a reader who is initially very shy, quiet, and kinda scared of him. But the more they get to know him and spend time with him, they get much more louder and excited and talk a lot- Capitano is taken aback by this change of behavior and frankly surprised because absolutely no one acts like this with him which leaves him unsure of what to do. He didn't expect you to open up like this and do stuff like grab onto his arm so casually - but he's not complaining. He likes to let you do what you want, it's rather endearing.
ideal end game scarian in fic isn’t them being super cutesy to me. I want them to continue bickering and teasing and riling each other up and it’ll be flirting because that’s who they are. they’re both little gremlin creatures who require regular enrichment in the form of being a pest and a menace.
I want them to make out sloppy style at the monthly hermit party and take breaks to argue over who brought the best snack for the buffet table. I want their wedding to be an absolute disaster style wise because both of them were too stubborn to back down on whatever aesthetic they had decided on. I want long nights of tender touches interspersed with bickering about block palettes.
I want them knowing that at the end of the day the arguing and teasing are just both of them posturing, wanting to impress each other, wanting to be interesting and to have the other’s attention.
I want them having each other’s backs when it counts and being absolutely ready to sell each other to satan for one corn chip the rest of the time