Replaying Okamiden because I never finished it as a child (like not even close) and from the bottom of my heart i believe if the game were more popular Sugawara would be a tumblr sexyman. Literally has all the elements like:
1. part of the Moon tribe, literally of another world. blond haired alien fucken guy
2. made a plot to overthrow the aristocracy
3. failed, was betrayed & died
4. Got his burial site defiled within the year
5. returns as a vengeful spirit (with cool fox? mask & sick alter ego name) to kill literally everyone, actually has pretty decent plan to do so & succeed (prevented only by Divine intervention literally)
6. Thanks u after u beat the demon energy out of him and is happily layed to rest
7. encourages a kid thats like him to value friendship and find more friends. despite the whole. got betrayed and died thing.
Anyway, hes absolute peak morally grey tumblr sexyman material
A/n: If you see a typo no you didn't <3 I might make this a series if I get interest, I'm happy to hear suggestions for other dateables and what object you would be in their home, but no promises! I write spontaneously! I don't know how to channel it! Anyway enjoy :)
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Hector had always been kind of... shy. Never really learned to reach out, or at least he didn't have the confidence to.
Being so insular led to a quiet life. Lonely, despite the house he'd inherited. Hector still struggles to find purpose for all the rooms, leaving the house feeling quite barren.
To escape the loneliness of his every day life, Hector turned to stories. Books filled with fantasy and thrills and... romance. He was a voracious reader in his youth and he has a vocabulary to show for it.
As a kid, these stories were everything to him. With his head in the clouds, dreaming of another life where he's braver, prouder... more attractive, Hector spilled all the things he couldn't bear to say allowed into pages and pages of poetry. With the urgings of a great school teacher, Hector was encouraged to try publishing his work with a small publisher - under a pseudonym, of course, he was far too embarrassed to claim his own words.
His book of poetry certainly sold - it was no bestseller, but it did well enough that Hector dreamed of a future as a poet; a man inspiring deep emotion in his readers.
And so a poet he became...
As a side job. It never really paid the bills. While Hector needed money to support his favored job, it was a bit of a relief to be let go so quickly from Valdivian; at least he had more time to write.
At least, until the whirlwind that was Skylar Specs appeared, utterly flooring Hector as he stared at all his furniture in a brand new light. After the initial transition, Hector went to bed filled with elation, with hope.
He felt like he was given a chance to live a real story now.
Unfortunately, being able to speak with the things in his home did not magically whisk away Hector's nerves and low self-esteem.
He'd met several wonderful people (things), all far too attractive and far too intimidating. Hector made some friends well enough, but even with Skylar's encouragement he couldn't dare breathe a word of romance.
Feeling a bit pathetic, Hector finally turned to you for comfort.
You have always been Hector's radio. You were a particularly peculiar gift to a young boy on his birthday, but you fit so flawlessly with Hector's sensitive disposition. When he turned your dial, you'd sing, and laugh, and tell him stories - and Hector did LOVE your stories!
Yes, technically they were only ramblings from radio talk show hosts at first, but your Bluetooth feature really opened up the possibilities when Hector hit his teens. You'd whisper ASMR videos well into the night, keeping the background noise juuust right for Hector's dreaming figure. You would talk him through recipes, how-tos, study guides, and most of all - stories. Podcasts and audiobooks and anything else that captured Hector's attention is what he would listen to from you.
Is it really so strange that you love him? Your childhood best friend?
So, when Hector adjusts you to play some soothing music, your radio body does so, but your human(ish) body comes to stand beside him.
"I really love this song."
After Hector calms his heart, he is able to refocus on you and how you are apologizing profusely for scaring him. And even with a house of beautiful things, as he looks at you he can't help but think you were utter perfection.
Yes, your little headband had a crooked antenna, but Hector has the memory of when it bent that way, going from tearful panic that he dropped and broke his radio to ridiculous laughter when your station changed from the fall to one playing "Hit me baby one more time!" almost like you were... forgiving him.
Yes, your body type wasn't the ideal - you didn't have a perfect figure, but it was the perfect shape to mold into his side, just like he cradled your radio form when he moved for college.
Yes, you were a little scuffed and a little worn, and you weren't the newest or best radio model out there - but you were always reliable and you had such character.
Of course, Hector couldn't bear to say this to your face.
But you LOVE talking, and you've been waiting your entire life to be able to use your own words to speak! So you did. You spoke to Hector for hours - about memories you shared, about being an object and the others in the house, and - most importantly - how important Hector was to you. How much you love him.
You were well aware that you overwhelmed Hector at your first meeting, but your feelings were too strong to wait even a day to tell him! You are patient when it's important to be, however, so you tell Hector he can take all the time he needs to answer your feelings, and you keep to your word - not even mentioning your confession the next several times you speak, giving Hector a chance to know you in a new way, giving both of you a chance to explore how you interact.
Hector comes to a decision when he finds you reading his poetry one day. You hadn't noticed him come in, too engrossed in the words on the page. The poem was particularly romantic, and you let out the most wistful sigh after reading it aloud.
Something about hearing you speak HIS words lit a fire in Hector's soul. He ran to your side, grabbing one of your hands in both of his as if to pray.
"Oh my sweet melody, you have captured my heart in a way I can contain no longer. I... I-i love you. My love, can you forgive me my cowardice in making you wait?"
You didn't answer with words. The kiss felt incredible, like the hum of radio waves vibrating your heart.
You continue to say very few words well into the night, but Hector had quite a bit to say - spilling all the longing and poetry and desire and joy that had been building for years. You listened dutifully, sweetly, and gave him a look of adoration as you kissed away the words.
The Hanks met each other in college and thought it was amazing they all shared a name! Well, Kevin's middle name is Hank but that counts!
They decided that because of their shared interest in extreme sports, they would stay homies for life and all moved in together - it's great for them so be able to split their bills 5 ways, and their bedrooms were a bit cramped but they made it work.
The Hanks were majorly excited when Hank 2 got the Valdivian job! Their bro scored something he could do from home fresh out of college. Except... major bummer, he already is out of a job?!
When the glasses come, Hank 2 has to get the rest to try them on and make sure he didn't have an aneurysm and go comatose when he lost his job - they reassure him, this seems pretty real
They take turns using the glasses, meeting all the objects in the house
Most of the objects they make friends with! All the Hanks are so friendly, it's hard not to.
Hank 3 does make some more fumbles than the rest, being overly flirty and making some objects upset, and it breaks his heart! If they won't speak with them he gets one of his homies to apologize for him.
It takes them shockingly long to use the glasses on you - their shared blender!
You've been (literally) vibrating with excitement to meet them!
Hank 1 meets you first - he was just about to make his breakfast protein shake and thought to talk to Mitchell about nutrition - only he aimed his glasses at you, not the fruit inside.
You greet him so excitedly, and you speak so fast you kinda make Hank 1 dizzy! He says as much and you take some breaths to calm down.
After you meet Hank 1, he tells the rest of the Hanks to greet you, and you're just as eager to meet the rest of them!
Why? Well, they give you so much purpose! You're making a minimum of 2 large smoothies a day for all five Hanks, and they take such good care to clean you! You want to meet them in-person (well... you're sort of in-person at least) to tell them how happy you are to take care of them!
Definitely no other reasons!
There's nothing wrong!
...
Hank 2 is the first to notice how exhausted you seem when you talk with them, but you deny it every time.
He calls a homie meeting with the other Hanks and has each of them ask about you around the kitchen when it's their turn with the glasses.
Freddy had some insight.
"I'm not sure what's the specific issue, but lil-slice-and-dice over there asks for ice that they definitely aren't chopping up. Maybe they're overheating?"
The Hanks ask you about it - 3 wears the glasses and relays the info back to the rest - but you still act like everything is fine.
"I get a little overheated if you push too hard, but you guys know my limits! I know you'll take care of me, so don't worry!"
You still seem nervous, and the Hanks can't bear to leave a House Homie like you alone!
Cam finally clears up the real issue one day.
"Hey... blendy saw that sign-on bonus Hank 2 got includes half off a Valdivian blender. They think you'll trash them if they complain about being overused and worn out."
With all the pieces put together, they approach you again and make it crystal clear to you - they do not abandon house homies!
You express your relief, before finally giving them a piece of your mind - none of these guys know proper use and maintenance, and it's been wearing you out!
Now comfortable enough to correct them, you give Hank 4 the stink eye and scold him to remember to hold down the lid when blending. You refuse to be blamed anymore for sticky counters!
You admonish Hank 3 for trying to be lazy and put your pieces in Dishy - those pieces are hand wash only, and he's going to warp your plastic!
Hank 3, of course, brushes off his embarrassment at not taking care of you by making a comment on how "it's more fun to make you dirty, though, gorgeous" before realizing what he said.
Just as he's about to apologize for crossing a line you... seem to be flustered? You whirr like you're about to overheat and then retreat away!
Obviously, Hank 3 has to share this development with the others. All five of them are in agreement that you're their cutest and favorite object... just something about how you behave after coming out of your shell and demanding proper treatment... but also worrying for the Hanks! Hank 5 had cut his finger washing you once and you were inconsolable until he showed you his bandage from Farya.
You just care for them so much, and the Hanks wonder... maybe more than a friend would?
When you confess, Hank 2 is wearing the glasses again. You tell him that you love taking care of all 5 of them, and how well they listen and take care of you now, too! You make a promise to be your best for them, and fuel all their adventures!
...But only if that's what they want, too?
Even though only Hank 2 could hear you, when he told the others what you confessed, all 5 responded in unison -
"We love you house homie!"
When they finally realize you, they're a little sad to see you go - until you laugh in their pouting faces.
"All five of you are ridiculous, I'm staying right here! We gotta take care of each other, right?"
For the first time in the flesh, all of them are able to see and hear you at once, and the Hanks are so overwhelmed by emotion they dogpile you in a huge group hug.
