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scionshtola · 2 months ago

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a bit of sugar

pairing: Corisande Ymir/Y'shtola Rhul word count: 1.5k | rated: G | read on ao3 summary: A date with Corisande at the county fair has Y'shtola reconsidering what she really wants out of their time together. notes: another fic in the rodeo au verse, where Y'shtola is a geologist come to survey the land of the ranch that Cori works on. written for Wolshtola Week Day 4 - Date Night! [divider credit]

Just inside the entrance to the county fair, Y'shtola waited for Corisande in the shade of a large tree. A cool breeze blew gently through the fairgrounds, fluttering her skirt about her knees. The grounds were bigger than she had expected, and far more crowded, too, so used had she grown to the small town establishments she now frequented.

A steady stream of people bustled through the entrance, many of whom beelined for the same line Corisande now stood in. They were at the front of the queue now, and as tall as they were, Y'shtola could just see them from here—their pink tipped ears, the burgundy curls that streamed down their back, head and shoulders above most of the others in line. A tiny flutter started somewhere in her stomach, a feeling that, to her continual chagrin, she could no longer describe as unfamiliar.

She tried not to think anything of it. It was only a trip to the fair, after all—a date, Corisande had called it, when they had asked if she wanted to come. Seeing as she already spent most of her time—personal and professional—with Corisande, it didn't seem anything to get worked up about. But even that logic did not stop the warmth that spread through her chest as they approached, smiling brightly as they brandished neon pink wristbands in one hand.

"Unlimited rides," Corisande said, and reached for Y'shtola's hand. They wrapped the band carefully around her wrist, their fingers brushing warmly against her skin as they smoothed the adhesive into place, and the fluttering in Y'shtola's stomach started up again with the thrill of their touch. She felt vaguely ridiculous, like a schoolgirl with a silly crush rather than a grown woman who had, more than once, done far more than brush fingers with Corisande.

Corisande handed over the remaining wristband. "It almost matches your hair," Y'shtola teased, tugging on a pink curl that fell in front of Corisande's shoulder, warming when she laughed. When Y'shtola was done settling the wristband into place, Corisande twisted her wrist and laced her fingers easily with Y'shtola's. There was so much affection in her gaze that it took some effort for Y'shtola to turn away and study the fairgrounds beyond her. "Where do we start?"

"I recommend saving the food for after the Tilt-a-Whirl. But—" Corisande gestured at a nearby booth. Several teens sat on stools, shooting water into the open mouths of laughing clowns, bright balloons inflating above their heads. "—If you would like a giant stuffed bear to carry around all night, we can start with the games."

"You're certainly confident," Y'shtola teased, laughing when Corisande replied, with a shrug, "I have good aim."

Quite the understatement, considering Y'shtola had seen their performance at the rodeo, where they had hit their target with the loop of their rope with ease each time. She leaned into Corisande and said, "Tilt-a-Whirl it is, then. But I expect to eat far too much fried food before the night is over, and to bring home at least one unreasonably sized plush animal."

"Don't worry," Corisande replied, leaning down to kiss her. They squeezed her hand as they started guiding them both toward the rides. "I'd never let you leave the fair without at least one fried Oreo for the ride home."

The afternoon passed by in a whirlwind as Corisande tugged her between rides, starting with the Tilt-a-Whirl, as promised, before moving on to others—the Cliffhanger and the Downdraft and the Skyscreamer, side by side, bumping shoulders while they soared through the air. Corisande's cheers carried through the air as they spun and fell, and Y'shtola, heart racing and stomach dropping as the Mega Drop carried them fast toward the ground, lifted her voice to match, laughing and yelling alongside her.

Y'shtola found herself a little amazed—and perhaps a little enamored, when she let herself give in to the sentiment—by the way Corisande was so free with their affection in public. They held her hand as they walked between rides, fingers laced; they shifted their arm around her shoulders when they stood in line, pressed her to their side, dipped down to kiss her seemingly whenever they had the urge. It was easy for Y'shtola to press back into their touch, to lean into the long line of their body, to rise on her toes to meet their kiss. Y'shtola marveled at every touch, delighted in each kiss Corisande pressed to the back of her hand, at how intuitively it came to her to kiss the curve of their shoulder in return.

They found a table as the sun set, orange sky giving way to the faded blue of dusk, two bottles of Coke and a large basket of fries between them. Y'shtola smoothed her dress under her thighs before she sat in the plastic chair, and Corisande tangled their long legs, bare below the hem of their denim skirt, with hers beneath the table. Every so often their fingers brushed as they reached for the basket of fries at the same time, and Y'shtola's cheeks would warm at the sweet curve of Corisande's smile across the table.

They moved on to other attractions after, bumper cars and the carousel, laughing at themselves in the mirrors of The Funhouse and kissing in the dark corners where they were sure no one was behind them. A surprising amount of carnival games involved aiming—tossing basketballs into a basket and rings onto a bottle, knocking over pins with a softball—and by the time they made it to the booth Corisande had first pointed out, with the water guns and the laughing clowns, they had already accumulated a myriad of plush animals: a small monkey that now swung from Y'shtola's purse, velcro hands clasped around the strap; a fanged cat with wings and a cape; and a large stuffed paissa wearing a white chef's hat.

"Please," Y'shtola said plaintively, when Corisande proved herself exceptionally good with the water gun. "We can't carry around any more of these creatures."

Corisande studied the wall of prizes, humming with consideration. After a moment, she lifted something delicately from the wall, and turned back to Y'shtola. In the palm of her hand laid a bracelet made of large white beads, the size and shape of plastic pearls. A small, heart-shaped charm dangled from between the beads.

"May I?" Corisande asked, gesturing to Y'shtola's arm. Y'shtola obliged, heart skipping as Corisande lifted her arm, cradling her wrist gently as she slipped the bracelet over her hand. Beneath the flashing lights of the games, the white beads were almost pearlescent. It was silly, only a plastic piece of children's costume jewelry, but when Y'shtola looked up into Corisande's fond gaze, she felt the way she had on the Mega Drop, her stomach dropping and her heart racing with the thrill of the fall.

"It matches your hair," Corisande teased, taking the ends of Y'shtola's hair between her fingers just as Y'shtola had done to her earlier, and Y'shtola rose to kiss her.

Their lips were warm and inviting against hers, sweet from the powdered sugar of the funnel cake they'd shared. She kissed her and kissed her, fingers curling in the belt loops of Corisande's skirt, until the teenager who ran the booth clapped his hands and said, briskly, "Okay! Who's up next?"

"There's one more thing I want to do," Corisande said, when they pulled apart, laughing, noses bumping. Y'shtola swept her thumb across Corisande's cheek and was rewarded with a warm smile before Corisande straightened. She slung her arm over Y'shtola's shoulder as they walked, and Y'shtola, still warm with affection, leaned into her and slipped her hand into the back pocket of Corisande's skirt.

The line for the Ferris Wheel was short when they reached it, and it wasn't long before Corisande was helping Y'shtola into the carriage. It was fully evening now, and as they rose above the fairgrounds, night stretched dark across the countryside in all directions. But even with the lights blazing below them, the stars were bright and beautifully visible above them. It reminded her of that first evening she had spent with Corisande, dancing beneath the stars outside her motel room, music floating out of the windows of Corisande's pickup truck. And that second evening, too, kissing for the first time under the night sky, wrapped up warmly in each other's arms.

Is this how it would always be, here with Corisande? The two of them, side by side under a brilliant night sky. Hands in each other's pockets, leaning into touches, kissing sugar off each other's lips. Sharing silly gifts and fries and dances and warm, sweet smiles. Is that what she wanted—until the job was complete, of course, however many weeks or months that might be—so long as it was Corisande next to her?

Y'shtola looked at Corisande, who had her head tilted back as she gazed up at the stars. A small smile played at the corners of Corisande's heart-shaped mouth, growing when she turned to face Y'shtola and saw her already looking back. Y'shtola's heart raced as their gazes met, as if they were soaring through the air on one of the roller coasters rather than spinning slowly on the Ferris Wheel. When Y'shtola leaned in to kiss them, they met her mouth sweetly, and the last of her uncertainty was brushed away with gentle fingers on the back of her neck, twining into the ends of her hair.

#wolshtola2025 #wolshtola week #oc: corisande ymir #y'shtola rhul #ffxiv #xiv fic #kels writes #i rewrote the last paragraph in a sudden fit before posting aklsjfsd i like the way it ends but everything in me is screaming for like.#a pithy line that sums up shtola's feelings. but i feel like i conveyed it clearly and more. emotionally?? evocatively??#with the last sentence as it is. hopefully. hopefully you understand me 😭#anyway its v amusing to me the way shtola doesnt want to have real feelings for cori to the point that even when she's considering #that she might have real feelings for cori she tries to give herself an out. it's just for while she's working here right? that's all.#she can leave in a few months and it'll be fine.#also i KNOW they were annoying everyone at the fair. get ur hand out of cori's pocket what do u think this is a ROMCOM #rodeo au just makes me soooo happy to write i cant believe its been a year since i wrote rodeo au pickup truck sex. lkadsjfs #love that this also coincides with azia’s western themed birthday ahdjdk happy birthday friend #and ty for all your help with this i literally never would have got past the beginning without you!!#okay!! happy wolshtola week!!!#also PLEASE listen to sugar by maren morris. thank u.#its one am i need to go to bed 😭😭#rodeo au

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timeclipsed · 3 months ago

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Something that's always struck me as irritating is how Sonic fans from the last few years have developed this weird preconceived notion that Tails was "always supposed to be a little kid".

Like... are you sure? Are we really gonna sit here and argue that the way Heroes and Forces portrayed Tails is the be-all-end-all of what his character is supposed to be? He was not just created to be Sonic's weak, frail little brother who needs saving all the time.

Excluding the fact that SEGA JP has ultimately nixed ages from the series altogether, he is seen countless times throughout the series taking on missions arguably more dangerous than Sonic and Knuckles, with ease mind you, and holding his own against their enemies.

Tails has built multiple planes, mechs, and other large dangerous pieces of machinery that he operates with ease. Even going off the assumption that he is a child, it wouldn't make sense for everyone to just blindly trust that a little kid knows what he's doing.

Obviously there's the indication that Tails is younger than Sonic, especially in certain older shows, and if Fiona telling Tails she's old too for him is anything to go by, we ARE supposed to believe there's an age gap between them. The problem is that so many people use these as examples to base Tails' entire character off of. Early interpretations where Tails is specifically written to BE Sonic's little brother.

He's definitely not Sonic's age, but he is a lot older and more capable than this wave of newer fans are making him out to be. He is literally almost Sonic's exact height in Sonic X!

And what about Sonic Prime? Nine says he "was a kid" during his flashback. Him having codependency issues and showing occasional childish behavior doesn't mean he's a little kid, it just means he's traumatized.

Even the variations of Tails that do feel younger have a rougher edge to them. Are we forgetting that movieverse Tails stole a police vehicle, drove it all the way to the Wachowski household and hit Knuckles with it? After traveling the universe by himself to find Sonic, no less.

Messy post, but like, tl;dr the woobification of Tails is actually getting so bad in this fandom and it's dampening his character. He's not a helpless baby, he's committed multiple war crimes and could very likely beat Sonic in a fight if things ever came to blows. Tails is getting the Silver treatment here where people just keep dumbing him down more and more to make him Sonic's cute baby brother when that's just ONE facet of his personality.

He's insanely smart! He's witty! He's tough! Frontiers wrapped his character around and tried to bring him back to the Tails we knew for being self-assured and unhinged, why does this fandom insist on ignoring it for the Lost World and Forces era mischaracterization? Just because it fits your idealized version of what he is doesn't mean that's who he's supposed to be! Put some respect on my boy's name!

#( WHEN THE CITY SLEEPS; OOC. )#sorry this just annoys me SO MUCH. this new era of fans really have no idea how these characters are supposed to be and it's infuriating #for the record i also don't care what the writers anywhere past like. 2011 say. tails was not written to be a kid except in the old cartoon #i think you can interpret him as any age but him being 8 literally feels like way too much of a stretch to me #esp with all the bad press it attracts with discourse race horses insisting and dying on their hills about it #HE'S COMMITTED WAR CRIMES STOP ACTING LIKE HE CAN'T DO SHIT FOR HIMSELF #like tails has always personally read as anywhere between 12-16 to me depending on the installation #especially in sonic x he feels like a teenager more closer to sonic's age. maybe 13 or 14 while sonic is 16 #sonic being 16 feels on point for the record. his character is as inconsistent as tails' but that's one thing i will say they captured righ #but that's also a grown man with a dick and balls too so like. yk.#anyways back to my point: leave tails alone. get your grubby media illiterate hands OFF him.#if any discourse weirdos get hold of this post i'll block you btw. don't care what side ur on #also if you try to argue with me i'll block you too because i'm right and i know it

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