I’m from a video game series akin to an odd mix of Watch_Dogs and Grand Theft Auto. Things can get a little pervy, hijacking cars is involved, stealth and adventure abound...but so is a bunch of ridiculous, silly things, like a petting minigame that triggers randomly when interacting with my cat.
There’s a single-player mode focused on my background and meeting up with past friends or exes...and is story-based, allowing you to attack and kill them, befriend them again... All sorts of stuff.
Also, the option to adopt more cats and become a crazy cat lady...in spirit.
Shit, romance people if you want! Live life!
Marcus got Wrench (Reggie) the game as a birthday gift. It was mostly a joke, because Reg REALLY thought he wouldn’t like it....and what else do best friends do but give their bffs prank gifts?
Still, Marcus bought it for him new... So Reg boots it up and gives it a chance, anyways.
......holy shit, he actually likes this WAY more than he first thought he would.
First of all, he HATES animals; every one he’s ever met seems to hate him and hurt him, so he’s turned his back on animalkind. However, throughout the game, I’m NOTHING but kind to every animal and suspicious of every person I meet.... Some of which he understands completely. There are some ASSHOLES in this game!!
Also, the way I croon to my cat and get into baby talk... It’s so damn cute to him. Really makes him feel some kinda way, which he flushes over. (Haha, wow that’s embarrassing.)
The point is, he ends up hating animals a little less and starts loving cats a LOT more.
Actually had to put down the controller and walk away from the game when doing a dancing minigame. He could barely focus on the button commands with how cute I was being while doing the dances.
Proceeds to look up people who 100% the dances just so he can save them to his phone. Watch them whenever he wants.
Later deletes them, 100%s them on his own, and THEN saves them onto his phone. Is a lot more happy with them, cause they’re HIS gameplay videos and not someone else’s.
LOVES messing around with outfits. Someone on the staff was either a big fan of cats or just...made that my most out-there personality trait (second only to the games and show in my world that are obviously knock-offs of real-world games), but he’s not complaining. Running around in cat ears and a cat tail? So damn cute.
His personal favorites are the masks I have combined with the matching jackets; it makes me feel more relatable to him...but he’s a greedy man and always eventually takes them off so he can look at my face.
Has SO MANY PICTURES on Facebook of him playing this damn game. Marcus kinda thought he was pranking at first, but now the whole squad knows Reg is a bit of an addict.
They got him the other games on Christmas and he cried. Everyone was....kinda in awe.
Josh got him a t-shirt with my character on it that reads “Bee Paw-sitive~!” on it. He wears it a LOT.
He definitely started up a collection that rivaled....basically no one else in the fandom.
HATES seeing the fandom pairings. And since you can romance anyone due to my sexuality canonly being Panromantic...it’s frustrating.
(Well, he’s Bi, so some of the people he wouldn’t mind sharing with, yeah....but he’s specifically venomous over the people he’s SURE are my friends only. Or are/were super toxic to me in my past. So, so bitter that anyone likes those ships, but holds his tongue only bc he got a figurine of me doing some cutesy pose next to his monitor. It helps him keep his head.)
Literally has a savings account reserved for merchandise. If it exists, he wants to buy it. If it doesn’t, but someone’s commissions are open? He’s gonna buy it.
Has bought art, jumped on art-trades/requests to get MORE art of us together. Has two plushies of me, as well as a body pillow. Continues to seek more things.
Is honestly upset that my size is medium (and so he can’t wear my canonly fitted clothes), BUT that doesn’t stop him from owning a single shirt in my size AND getting items that mimic my wardrobe.
He likes to imagine we can match together....or I can wear HIS version of my fave shirts when mine are dirty~!
Is still debating getting a kitten. Until that day, cat plushes are among the only other plushes he has (aside from mine).
Weird as he felt about it, he later admitted to his friends that he....kinda felt romantically towards me? And was thinking about just being fictoromantic...
Josh was the first one to see no problem with it and fast. People can be hard to work with, so... You do you. (Reg then felt bad about bullying him so much....oop.)
Horatio was also quickly on board. “Hey man, they make you happy. If it helps, it helps.”
Marcus....was a little more confused, but got in the spirit of it, regardless. “man, if I knew you would’ve actually liked it, I woulda got it for you a lot sooner!! Have fun, man.”
Sitara doesn’t quite get it, but.... It sure explains why Reg kept pestering her to tag “Purrfect Anarchy” in certain places and commissioning her for stylized art of him with them.
T-Bone....kinda harasses him about it, but the group stands by Reg. Josh is pretty upset about it, though.
He also follows every piece of news and publicly shares it, after admitting to being ficto. LOTS more pictures like, “Cutie’s got good taste.” [selfie with him sticking out his tongue and wearing one of the replica shirts] “Dinner date with bae!” [screenshot of me looking at the screen of his laptop, dinner and candlelight between us]
Everyone rolled with it more and more over time, so now it’s entirely not uncommon for them to bribe Reg to do things by dragging me into it...
Sitara: Hey, you leaving?
Wrench: ...yeah, why?
Sitara: Can you get me a coffee while you’re out?
Wrench: Wh-? Why should I get you-?
Sitara: I bet Rachel would like you doing something like that, y’know.
Wrench: .....That’s cruel. You’re cruel.
Sitara: I know~! You know how I like it, thank you, and Rachel loves you.
Wrench: [sputters audibly and shuffles out the door, muttering to himself, embarrassed]
They don’t do a LOT of crimes anymore, but... Definitely still fuck shit up w/ cops. Reg daydreams a shitton about a masked romance and the anarchy we could commit together... After all, I helped him be braver. So he could help me, too, and then..... So much glorious chaos. Maybe makeouts in his car...
Was literally the type to not give a SHIT about marriage or kids, but now nonstop thinks about our lives together. Anarchy and domestic lifestyle shit can coexist, right? We can be married, have our cute lil’ two story (three, if you count the attic AND a basement), and some kids.....and also go create anarchy and throw bricks at cop cars and cause so much damn trouble..... Right?
He’ll even get a CAT for our home. It’ll be our first kid and not only will he be SO COOL, but they’ll name her (yes, a girl) Princess Leia and I’ll probably cry in happiness!!
Reg is DETERMINED to be the best husband/boyfriend ever. Doesn’t matter which, cause whatever speed I’d like to go at? Hell yeah, he’s down for it. Just as long as he can still hold my hand and gush over how cute I am and-
Has gushed about me and my series before and WILL do so again, prompted or not.
Actually participated in the fandom a little. Mostly does reblogs and such, but has written a few stories (self-inserts are the majority), done some not too shabby art, and prides himself on being the BIGGEST fan of the series with all the merch he has AND commissions bought.
Made a select few friends who also are fans, but... Is constantly anxious about his self-shipping. Either that they might eventually think he’s weird, send more anon hate (he’s gotten some in the past for “being a creep”), or- worst yet- also self-ship with me and he’s still dealing with that idea.
Until then, he’s got a wedding ring he bought cheap at the jewelry section of some store, so.... Coping skills, babey.
Keigo and Akira find time amidst hero work to have a little vacation by the beach.
Akira woke up to the familiar sound of waves that morning, sighing in pre-resignation as they opened their eyes. White walls and a tad bit too many windows, letting in the early morning light... It felt too early. When was the last time, even, that they woke up at such an early hour?
Still, they laid there for a moment longer, passively watching the windows and taking the view of the room in again. Side table, doorway to the bathroom/walk in closet...and to their right, a faint view of vermilion.
Keigo was still sleeping, an arm still draped over their middle, but otherwise face first into the fluffy pillows. It was nice, to see him so relaxed for once. Man of a million faces just to appease every damn facet life demanded of him, but to see him sleeping? Where he didn’t have to juggle them all, keep playing the part of...whatever anyone else wanted him to be?
It was a relief so freeing, Akira’s heart hurt at the mere thought of it.
They managed to wiggle on their side, more awake than before, and press gentle kisses over his face. Up his jawline to what bit of his forehead existed beyond a mass of fluffy, golden hair. He didn’t seem to wake, either, giving a small noise before sleeping on, unmoving. They laughed softly; yeah, should’ve expected that. Keigo Takami would sooner sleep past the zombie apocalypse before he woke up an hour earlier than usual. It’s just how he was.
So they very, very carefully slipped away from him, his arm now stretched over empty bed, put their glasses on, and carefully crept away, not wanting to risk him waking up. Even almost entirely closing the door behind them, bypassing the kitchen to the living room area, and finally popping open the shades.
It was a beach house in the US for a week, which was why they were both so damn tired. The flight had kicked ass and getting to the beach house, specifically, was no easy little car trip... Which is why Keigo then insisted on doing all the work himself, becoming completely exhausted by the time they made it to the house and settled in that same night.
He really deserved all the rest he could get...
Still, it was a lovely scene. The ocean was a few feet out, visible beyond the cliffs less than a mile out. The rest of the land was a bunch of tall grass, opening only for the lawns of shorter, maintained grass. Though what would be especially exciting would be the wildlife that passed through here from time to time, that they were so excited to show to Keigo.
Deer, pelicans, seals, vultures, hawks (he’s going to LOVE those, they know it), seabirds of all kinds...and maybe they can go by the ranches and check out the animals there, too? There was a horse ranch not too far down the road...
“Awake already?” Akira jumped in their seat by the windows, looking back to see Keigo, disheveled and still obviously sleepy. For a moment- despite having seen him shirtless plenty of times- they just...stared at him. A combination of simply being in awe of him, loving him, and the rustic look of the beach house... It made their heart ache all over again, taking in his features like it was their first meeting all over again. “Mm, I know I’m handsome, but c’mon... What’re doing awake so early, baby?”
Well, being called baby certainly called them out of it. That, and he continued to step forward, until he was seated behind Akira and could wrap his arms around them all over again. Without even needing to think about it, they relaxed into his hold, leaning back into him.
“Sun and the fog made it all just...a bit too bright.” They looked back at him, blinking curiously. “What about you? I thought you were still sleeping.”
“Well, I was,” he mused thoughtfully, head dipping down to nuzzle into their shoulder, “but I think...I woke up not too long after you left. All I know is that the bed wasn’t that warm and you were gone. So I came out to find you.”
“Mmm, I’m sorry...” Akira pressed a kiss to his head, much as they could reach. “I tried to not wake you up, but... I guess I did, anyways.”
“It’s alright, geez.” He laughed at that, shaking them both with the motion, swaying them both side to side; rustling from behind sounded of his wings were stretching out. “No need to apologize... Glad I could wake up with you, even if I was a few minutes late.” Keigo sighed against their neck, grinning at the shiver that ran down their back. Kissing up and down their neck, teasing Akira with hints of his teeth, knowing how flustered and heated it would get them-
“Anyways, baby bird, what’re we doing for breakfast~?” He left just as soon as he entered, Akira left sitting by the windows in a daze as his footsteps padded away from the carpeted floors, and into the tile of the kitchen.
......That. Was so. Beyond. Mean. They looked back in shock, only able to catch a glimpse of vermilion wing from their seat. What an asshole!!!
“Awh, I was mean~?”
“Like you didn’t know,” Akira grumbled, poking at the last of their eggs. The pout was adorable, but it was a damn struggle to leave it there. Keigo was slightly more tempted to kiss it off...but he also wanted to see them get more worked up! Decisions, decisions... “You’re such a meanie.”
“And yet, you love this meanie, don’t you?” He could only grin at their squinty-eyed pout, nodding their head. “Good. I love you, my pouty cutie.” He leaned forward, using his fingers to tilt their chin up and kiss them softly, lingering until they were forgetting how to breathe...and only then did he pull away, delighting in the renewed flush to their cheeks.
“...Meanie.”
“Say what you will to make yourself feel better, kitty cat.” Keigo scooped up the last of his own eggs, shoving them into his mouth with all the grace benefiting of the number 2 hero...without the pressure of having to be that man today. Or the rest of this week. “So... What’re we even doing, anyways?” A pause for him to swallow down the food, cheek resting on his fingers. “I never remembered hearing of a plan...”
“You expect a plan from me, Kei?” A brow raised, though his eyes were glued on them with that nickname, laser focused on future prey. “Nah, we’re doing what I do while here... Lots of wandering, reading, and having fun while getting outta the city. You’ll like it!”
“Oh? And why’s that?” Akira grinned, cleaning off their plate for dramatic effect before taking Keigo’s plate, as well.
“Didn’t I tell you...? Hawks live around here.” Keigo froze up, watching Akira go blankly for a long moment.... From the kitchen, they could hear a flurry of movement, a loud thump, and then muttered cursing following soon after.
“HAWKS?!” He whisper-yelled in excitement, more thumping following each frustrated flutter of his wings. “There are hawks here?!?”
Afternoon was barely reaching to twilight, and still Akira and Keigo were out and about. Despite the energy sapping that was yesterday, he’d insisted to fly around for awhile in order to find hawks. Dorky man nearly cried to be flying along with them once they were found farther out, hanging around before eventually heading out to one of the many small towns located in the area. Extra food and snacks got picked up to add to the fridge, then they dropped it off back home.
Now the duo was walking around one one of the natural paths the community used, one that went each which way into nature...or continued alongside the other beach houses, right down to a lighthouse.
“Think we’ll see the stars here, too?”
“Like never before,” Akira assured, smiling up at Keigo a moment before looking back out to the ocean. It was gorgeous, that blue-green and the shimmering of the sun...! The skies had really cleared up since morning, leaving the sky a sweet blue and who’s colors were beginning to shift away as the sun sank lower into the sky... In the distance, a wall of grey that signaled fog later on. The usual.
“...Yeah?”
“I’ve been here before,” they admitted with a shrug. “With family... Mom’s side, anyways. Last time... We saw a meteor shower... I don’t remember it that well, I’ll admit, but I remember never wanting to leave.” Their gaze went up to the still-blue sky, as if to already be searching for those stars. “I...hated blinking that night, too. I didn’t want to look away.”
“...Heh, I don’t need to look at stars to know how you must’ve felt.” Akira blinked turning to him, cat ear flicking atop their head. He could almost see the curiosity in their eyes, and it was hard to resist smirking...but he managed into a sweet, affectionate smile, leaning down to kiss them. Soft, but lingering. Pulling away only to kiss again....and again, before finally pulling away. “That’s how I feel when I look at you, kitten.”
...The blush that consumed their face warmed his heart, pulling them close as he laughed, pressing a kiss into the top of their head.
“Ugh, I....” A pause, then a deep sigh. “Let’s just....go see if the seals are around. I was only a kid when I came here, so I want to see if we’d be okay to hang around them or...whatever.” Keigo could only chuckle, nodding as he nudged Akira’s back.
“By all means, kitten...let’s go.”
By the time dinner rolled around, Akira was out for a catnap and Keigo was on the couch, feet kicked up and reading one of the many books in the house. A ton of them were super old- pre-the glowing baby, even- and it was kinda interesting to see how things used to be before Quirks became so....commonplace. In fact, he’d originally been talking to Akira about all that, but at some point, they’d become resigned to sleep.
So he let them, reading on his own while their head was in his lap and the rest covered up by a blanket dragged out of who-knows-where. He didn’t care, anyways. The book was damn interesting!
...Well, not interesting enough to prevent Keigo from realizing his stomach hurt and started to rumble. Right... Food. Kinda needed that, especially with all the calories he’s been burning today. The only issue was...the cat in his lap. Keigo Takami isn’t as much of an asshole as people give him credit for; he’s not above the law of “they chose you, now you don’t move”, but at the same time, food was important...and if he got up to make it, then Akira could wake up to food, too. One bird, one cat, and the stone.
Keigo sighed, frowning a little as he carefully moved his hips out of the way, one hand spared to hold Akira’s head. Once he was safely out of the way and free, he slid a couch pillow under their head and snuck off. There! Problem solved, so now... Onto the next.
What to make for dinner...?
While attempting to decide, his eyes caught onto the chicken they had...and started to drool. Hmm, well... That, or there was chicken strips and tater tots...just got them today, but why not? With his datemate asleep, he had free reign of tonight’s dinner, as per the custom in the beach house. So really, there’s nothing stopping him but himself!
And with that much figured out, Keigo checked the bags and got started on preheating the oven.
“Of course I take an hour nap...and you make chicken strips and tater tots,” they teased, still sleepy, but eyes shining in amusement as they both sat at the dinner table. Now across from him, they played lazy footsies under the table.
“Like this isn’t the best combo in human history?” He points out, a brow raising. It’s almost a pretty damn compelling look...but the dreaded crumbs around his mouth seriously take away from the intimidation factor. Akira can only smile at him, that “really?” sort of way that has him faltering a little. Where’d his charm go? Thing worked every time before this!
“You’re right...but it’s also not much of a dinner.” A pause, dipping a tater tot into ketchup and plopping it into their mouth. “Mmm... I could cut up strawberries for us? Or if you still want to save them all for the ice cream, we could do a little berry bowl of the other ones? Cantaloupe slices?”
“Cantaloupe, hell yeah!” He cheered, suddenly the embodiment of a five year old and Akira burst into delighted giggles, covering their mouth with a hand. The expression of sheer DELIGHT on his face along with the crumbs... It really just brought out a whole ‘nother side to him.
“Alright, mister crumbs, I’ll do that really quick... Give me a bit.” However, the crumbs comment caught Keigo off his guard yet again, touching the sides of his mouth until he located the offenders of a crime...and it all made sense. No wonder his kitten wouldn’t take him seriously!!! He probably looked ridiculous right then!
...But remembering the way they looked at him, warm and affectionate... Maybe being a little childish like this wasn’t the worst thing in the world, huh?
Washing the plates was a quick, quiet, and easy affair. Leftovers were packed away (surprisingly, there was still some left) and tucked into the fridge. They both got ready for bed...but instead of heading into the cozy mattress of the master bedroom, the two slipped outside and into the night, up at the waxing crescent moon.....and under more stars Keigo had ever seen.
“...oh,” was all he was able to manage, pupils blown wide in awe and attempting to soak up every little detail of the glorious sky above them. In that moment, he could almost be jealous of his partner, knowing their view very well might have more quality to it...but unable to keep up that envy for long. Especially when they cuddled close into his arms, the waves sounding in the distance only adding to the mood of the night.
“...Isn’t it gorgeous?” Akira murmured, ears pressing against his chest as they tilted their head back to look up at him. “See why I missed this place so much?”
“All that and more,” he admitted with a breathless laugh. “Shall we get closer?”
“Eh, I’ll regret it later, but that’s future me’s problem,” they said, happily letting Keigo pick them up and cradle them close. Definitely couldn’t help laughing a little at their shenanigans, though...and with a jump to start them off, they were soaring high into the air. So, so damn cold... Colder than the city by far, but Keigo couldn’t find it in him to care. The sky was radiant above them and in his arms...
The moon reflected double; in their eyes and glasses. His eyes could even pick up faint light of the stars, all caught up in their eyes...and once again, he was breathless. Breathless and in love and in awe...and for once in his damn life, uncaring of every wall he’d ever built. That was something for city Keigo to worry about; for now, all he had to do...was hold them a little tighter and not focus on everything else back home.
“...Keigo?” Their voice was so damn cute... So small sounding like that. A mystery how he let anyone in this deep. Afforded himself to care this much for someone else, even if they were another pro-hero.
“...I love you, Akira.” Warmth radiated from them in the cool night, head tilting to press their forehead to his. Flustered, but still showing signs of affection, even now.
“I... I love you, too, Keigo.” A smile grew on his face, eyes lighting up...and kissed them under the light of that moon. Still high in the sky, basking in the moonlight and the light of distant stars... Heart full and at peace.
Weddings or other celebrations with your F/O - Can be your wedding/celebration or just a wedding/celebration in general!
I really put this off for reasons I can’t explain; let’s play catch up today, tho!
The relief after the wedding was palpable, the quiet moments after the ceremony being the most peaceful Rachel had ever felt in their life. Not even to just be dramatic; so much had been so stressful, but between the wig and the layers of that wedding kimono....
“You alright?” They looked up to N, now their husband, who’d apparently been staring all this time at them. He’d been content to watch their zoned out expression for a while, but the longer it lasted, the more he ached to know if they were okay. It looked heavier than he first realized... So many layers! He didn’t know that Ecruteak would have such-
“I’m alright,” they agreed with a nod, sighing softly. “A little worn out, is all... Rehearsals did not prepare me for the full weight of that.” Rachel laughed a little in admittance to that, with a small smile appearing on N’s lips at their words, nodding. Reaching out to brush his hand through their hair, admiring how soft it was, slipping through his fingers...how their eyes closed and how lovely his ring looked amidst their brown hair...
It was still hard to believe. Together for so long, even in spirit...and now married. N had never thought about marriage much... Kings have queens, but he never really thought much more about it. Ghetsis...was that type of person, especially. To get those thoughts out of N’s head as soon as possible. Not Rachel, though. Holder of truths to his ideals...
He sighed softly, hand moving to cup their cheek, fingers cool on a warm face, their eyes opening to look up at him quietly. It was interesting to think about; such a tumultuous time is what brought them together. Who introduced N to his opposite, to his visionary, bringing the changes to his version of reality....who was his love. His spouse, now. Married under the radiant light of Ho-Oh....
N’s honestly kinda happy Ecruteak City is his partner’s favorite place. Not only gorgeous and historic (they gushed over every aspect; paid respects together at the burned tower, where they were as somber as he’d ever seen them), but the Bell Trail... To have a wedding blessed by one of the legendaries in such a land as this! It felt like the greatest honor bestowed upon them...and oh, it was.
It’s only a shame Ho-Oh couldn’t fly over and bless them with a rainbow for the occasion...but suppose that would be impolite to ask of such a deity anyways, wouldn’t it?
“...I love you,” he breathed, softly. Their breathing hitched a little, cheeks going pink. He loved that reaction. He couldn’t ever tire of it.
“I love you, too, Natural.” His name always did sound better on their lips... Speaking of. He lowered himself to his side, no longer sitting up on the tatami mat. Like this, he could finally kiss them, slow and sweet. Just like about 15 minutes earlier, within the secrecy of the Bell Tower’s first floor.
“A shame we didn’t have a guest at the wedding,” he mused out loud when he pulled away, voicing his earlier thoughts. Rachel snorted softly, a brow raising.
“You would’ve had Ho-Oh visit on our wedding day?”
“You wouldn’t?” They rolled their eyes, but the smile they gave him warmed him from head to toe.
“I would hope we could visit the Whirlpool Isles.” Now that had him raising a brow, sitting up a little more from his position.
“We got married under Ho-Oh...and yet put more faith into Lugia?”
“What can I say? The ocean is an amazing, comforting place.” They giggled as he shook his head, unable to stop the growing smile on his face. Too cute. He couldn’t resist smiling, if even a little bit.
“That’s terrible, I hope you know,” he teased, finally getting up (much to Rachel’s whiny displeasure), but only so he could lay himself down beside them, an arm going over their waist. “You’ll upset Ho-Oh, and what of us then?”
“...Darling,” (his heart skipped a beat, suddenly flustered) “we...we kind of hold the legendaries of Unova to our sides. I’m certain truth and ideals can hold strong without a rainbow in their skies.” A hand to his cheek, eyes meeting...and his heart fluttering all the more. “We’ve made it this far, haven’t we? We’ll make it farther than ever... With or without the blessings of Ho-Oh.”
“...Heh, you’re right.” He sighed, heart lightening up a little with that action, with the look in their eyes. “Thank you.”
“Tomorrow is another day...and I look forward to spending more of them like it with you,” Rachel murmured, once again sending his heart into something alike to a thundering drum.
“Hey, now... Don’t fall asleep yet. Let’s set out the futon first, at least...” N really did only get a noncommittal noise in response...but he was pleased that they eventually joined him once he got up, opening the closet door, and his spouse was by his side, sleepy, but ready to help out.
Besides... It was put to good use.
Bonus:
“Babe.... Babe!! Oh my-” N blinked awake the next morning, noting that his partner was freaking out over...something. What could it even be? The sun was barely up!
“Wh... What is...?”
“Look! Look, out the window!!!” He reluctantly moved, crawling out of bed to peer out the window....and gaped, wide awake in no time at all. The first thing he saw was the wide, clear-as-day rainbow in the sky, still glittering with faint trances of gold...and at the end of it, Ho-Oh perched on top of the Bell Tower. They were silent now, but...they probably caused a tad bit of a ruckus earlier, given that Rachel wasn’t much easier to wake than he was.
He looked at them, eyes wide and mouth open from shock. They met his gaze equally, just as baffled as he was...and then he laughed. A soft snort, then a series of giggles that he had to muffle behind his hand.
“What?!”
“I told you... Blessed by Ho-Oh, my love.” His eyes seemed to shine even more in the early light of morning, causing Rachel’s face to flush, glancing away from him with a slight pout.
“Y-Yeah...... Alright. You called this one. I’ll take it...even if they’re rather late to the party.” Just then, Ho-Oh gave a mighty cry, wings spreading. Rachel gasped audibly, rushing for their phone and raising it up to catch a few pictures. Hopefully some good ones, considering Ho-Oh soon took flight again, flying to...who knows where.
Leaving behind a newlywed couple to gush over something wonderful at breakfast, preparing for a day on the town, and eventually....a trip to Whirl Islands, as well.
(“...I really said Whirlpool Isles with such confidence, huh?” Rachel admitted over breakfast with an embarrassed sigh. N...tried hard not to laugh, but couldn’t help a few chuckles escaping, anyways.)
I love Star Wars! I think Herakles would make a wonderful Jedi. He draws a lot from Philosophy and he is a great thinker. He is physically strong too and will fight for his freedom and the freedom of the Galaxy.
Though part of him wanted to stay under the covers and sleep more, Matthew knew that there were things he needed to do. So reluctantly, he pushed the covers off and gently set his Kumajiro and Stephanie plushie next to his pillow, careful to put them in a comfy position.
A part of him was embarrassed to have the plushie. After all, you didn’t just HAVE a plushie of your crush everyday, right? Though here it was of someone who isn't real, but still ...She would probably think it’s a little creepy. Maybe, though, she wouldn’t mind ... heck maybe out there there’s a universe where she has a plushie of me. It was unlikely (how would she know he existed? A cartoon? Book? Anime?) but the thought was comforting. And it was wonderful, having something like her to cuddle and hold.
Already thinking about his favorite character’s smiling face, he went to get changed.
……
Oh, whoops.
Matthew jolted out of his daydream to see that the teacher had moved on to a new slide. He scribbled down the notes, getting what he could. And he could fill in the blanks later. He really should be better about paying attention in class. Still, daydreams with Stephanie seemed much nicer…..
In spite of himself, his mind traveled back to his daydreams, imagining what kissing her would be like.
…..
Sighing, Matthew plopped down into his comfy chair and pulled out his phone, going to YouTube. There was a notification! A channel he followed was out with a new video.
Surprise surprise, some new leaks of the show Stephanie was from had been released. The show had an upcoming episode about the play Our Town, and the video contained screenshots from the episode.
A part of him was frustrated, since the crew has worked so hard on the show! They shouldn’t have their surprises ruined! But another part of him cheered at the new content. Especially when the video got to a shot with Steph in it. His heart jumped a little, and he paused the video to admire her for a moment. As sneakily as possible, like someone was spying just over his shoulder, he took a screenshot.
…..
The show was a little unusual, granted. Before, he’d heard the cartoon being described as “Slice of life but with a musical angle, like Boy Meets World, and Smash mixed together.”
At first, the show didn’t seem like something he would enjoy. But the hype around the show intrigued him enough to check it out, and boy was he glad he did.
It seemed silly, falling in love with a fictional character, someone who didn’t exist. But by the time he realized he was in love, it was too late to turn back. And, real or not, she was amazing! He noticed her first because she seemed quiet, like he was (and canon trivia revealed she lived in Canada at one point!), but her personality was so much more than that. He adored every moment she was onscreen, every word she spoke and every emotion she expressed, he imagined that he was there to hear it.
But it was getting a little late, time to go to bed. He’d still be staying up though, gushing about his HCs and thoughts into a discord he had joined, maybe listen to her character songs, maybe cuddle with the plushie. After all, quality time with your f/o was important. :)
