#bevause if he had another choice

[dipperscavern]

“denial. realization. obsession.” prompt with cregan… Urggghhhhggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh im howling at the moon. like imagine being a southern highborn lady who was betrothed to cregan (against the wills of both of you so be fair). he feels inconvenienced by this match so he chooses to be cold… he hates your southern attitude, he hates how he feels as if he had no choice in this match, he just hates how different you feel because my man #CANTHANDLECHANGE!!!!

but everyone knows hes downbad… they can see it in the way he looms over you when another man reaches to shake your hand, the way his hands snake around your waist as he assists you onto your horse (and onto his horse when your legs get tired), the way he stares at you from afar. the atmosphere around you two is literally oozing with sexual tension so thick its tangible

sorry if i accidentally answered my own ask but i feel like we have much to discuss. (its been too long)

#CasualDominance👅👅👅 #PossessiveCregan💦💦💦 #MoodyYoungAdultCregan🍆🍆🍆 #LittleBitchCregan😍😍😍 #SizeKink😈😈😈

- pondering anon

PONDERERRRRR I LOVE U. so happy to see u in my inbox once more :3

now… this MAY have to wait until after the celebration… ONLY BEVAUSE I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT. I WANNA MAKE IT LIKE A PROPER FIC/BLURB AND THIS PROMPT IS TOO DELICIOUS TO RUSH. WOULD RHAY BE OKAY EITH YOU MY PONDERING SAVIOR? lmk if you’re just in the mood for a cregan blurb and i will most certainly cast u a spell tee hee

your brain. i need it i love it it’s wonderful UGHHHDHDH U COME IP WITH THE HREATEST STUFF. ALSO THE HASHTAGS HELP U GET ME

[away-ward]

How do you feel about damon never telling will about emmy's situation even after he knew it? What do you think how he feels about that whole thing? I cant see damon emory becoming friends as easily, because of this. For all the little things he did good for emmy, he was still selfish of will by not telling him about this even after will asking him this many times and things could be different if will knew earlier, no...? Things could be different as in at least there wouldn't be a 10 year separation between willemmy. Or is it just me? Idk, i was never fond of damon & emory friendship, until he was nicer in the present times. Felt like he was just overcompensating to her bevause he regretted not doing some things earlier, at least to my understanding. What do you think, ko? has this been discussed here before?

has this been discussed here before

Hey, Anon! I’ve probably shared my thoughts, but they’ll be dispersed over the entire blog. I’ll try to narrow them down here.

How do you feel about damon never telling will about emmy's situation even after he knew it?

My views on Damon not telling Will about Emory’s situation is that he never wanted anyone to know about his abuse. He hid that away and made it nearly impossible for other people to determine what had happened to him.

When he finds out about Emory, he sees in her what he wants for himself – someone who doesn't want anyone’s help, and who doesn't want anyone to know. Besides that, interfering in Emory’s life is not his responsibility, in his own mind. He’s not out here to save people or to help victims. He has his own goals, and he doesn’t care about what’s happening to her. In fact, he only cares what happens to Will and how her cop brother would eventually be a problem.

His opinion shifts when Emory helps him with Natalya. Now, he owes her a favor. Not only that, but in speaking with her, he starts to see her as more of a peer than just a person. She understands how he could feel conflicted over Natalya because of her own situation, and this might be the first time someone can really meet him on that level. He offers to kill Martin, and I think a part of him hopes that she’ll accept because it would mean his debt has been paid. But she never does. He still owes her.

Instead, she leaves Will alone. She doesn’t invite Will into her life or make trouble for him or expect Will to save her. Damon, I think, respects that. I think he would have preferred if Will wasn’t heartbroken, and another anon said that Damon could have been offering Emory a place in their lives during the scene in the wrestling room. Regardless, I think the way Emory handles herself earns his respect. Not a lot, but enough that he doesn’t want Will to burn down the gazebo.

There’s probably two reasons for that: Damon thinks burning down the gazebo will hurt Will even more, and Damon doesn’t see the point of Will keeping Emory in his thoughts when she’s not even that great.

And the second is that Emory doesn’t deserve Will’s hatred. He knows why Emory made the decisions that she did – it just not his story to tell. He wasn’t going to blast Emory’s private business all around town. If Emory wanted help, she needed to ask for it. It didn’t even need to be handled legally, since she could seek him out. Either way, it is her life, and it’s up to her to make the first move.

he was still selfish of will by not telling him about this even after will asking him this many times and things could be different if will knew earlier, no...?

Some might see that as selfish, and in a way it is to know of abuse and let it go on, but Emory made her choice. He respected her enough to let her decide. If he had acted on his own, sure things could have been different, but he wouldn’t have been respecting Emory. He would have been enforcing his will on her. I personally don’t think he cared enough to do that. She wasn’t someone he wanted to control. But liking someone and respecting their decisions are two separate things.

Also, in Kill Switch, we see Damon wanting to take revenge on Emory for the state Will is in. He is able to separate the abuse she went through from the pain she's caused Will, and to him, what is happening to Will is worse. Damon is always going to prioritize Will's happiness and safety above Emory's.

Felt like he was just overcompensating to her bevause he regretted not doing some things earlier, at least to my understanding.

When Emory pieces together that Damon was the one who built the new gazebo, Damon apologizes for not doing more to keep Will from burning the first one down. I think that’s as much regret we’re going to see from him. Mostly, I think he just… understands the position Emory was in; the choices she had to make, unlike any of the others in their group.

Based on what is in Nightfall alone, there isn’t much to say that Damon and Emory become BFFs. But what is canon is:

They both love Will, and he ranks high on their priority list.

They work together, and therefore spend a lot of time together. Emory mentions that she has begun to understand his dark sense of humor because of this.

They have a shared history of physical abuse from a parental figure. I do feel this is different from Banks, whose mother slapped her once and who never viewed Gabriel as a parent to begin with. Natalya didn’t start abusing Damon until he was twelve, so he had time with her when he didn’t outright hate her. Same with Emory, because while Martin was always temperamental with her, the physical abuse didn’t start until after their parents died. It’s possible that they both had good memories with their abuser that they needed to confront and deal with in able to process what happened to them.

Damon is going to have a unique friendship with everyone in the group, if only for the reason that he has control issues and the way to control people is to have a relationship with them. I’m not saying that’s his goal, just that he can’t help but be involved with anyone who he considers “mine”. Based on this, I would like for them to have a close friendship. The kind that they could eventually communicate without words or speak bluntly without worry that they’re going to offend the other. It is wishful thinking, but their small interaction at the gazebo really sold it for me. There is room to heal, and they can help each other.

But if you don't see them becoming friends, that's valid too! Like I said, there's not a lot in the series to indicate that Damon feels one way or another about Emory, or that she favors him over the other three guys. I just personally like the idea.

What do you guys think?

But thanks for your questions! Sometimes, I get so lost in my own HCs, it's nice to hear from other people who view things completely differently!

Lovely to hear from you. Take care!

~KO

🌻🌼🌻🌼🌻(please accept these flowers!)

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

@leon-on-the-froggy-chair YOU AND I BOTH MAAAAAAAANNNN,,,,,,,,,,,

like,,,, god he’s such a HUMAN character cuz like. Don’t we all want that????? Don’t we all wanna see the good in a shitty situation??????? Don’t we all fuck up and make horrible mistakes????????? Don’t we all wanna be told that we’re worthy of being loved and forgiven????????

I don’t think people give Luis enough credit for like. Managing to keep up that positive persona and confidence and care for other people and hopefulness cuz like,,,,,, he had ZERO support for a VERY long time, the whole world hated him, he had everything going against him- and I think honestly a lot of people wouldn’t have fought so hard after all that. I don’t think a whole lotta people would still be THAT upbeat and chipper and hopeful but he was bevause,,,,, well, what other choice does he have????? Don Quixote always has fo get back on the horse and find another nonexistent adventure to chase, right??????

I’m SURE this isn’t an unpopular sentiment and we all kinda agree that it HAS to be more or less canon but like. Isn’t it just. So poignant that Luis’ method of survival is to just. Keep fighting tooth and nail. To keep trying to outrun and outsmart bigger and bigger forces beyond his control.

Like. It’s one thing to pick yourself up and make a living and a name and a life for yourself from a practically nonexistent childhood. It’s one thing to try and outrun and pick yourself back up and outsmart a multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical company with access to Bioweapons and mercenaries and other incredibly powerful resources. It’s an entirely other thing to try and outrun and outsmart a cult with glorified magical parasite powers.

Yet Luis still TRIES TO. He STILL TRIES to carve the parasite they infected him with out of his chest by hand. He’s still ready to fistfight the monks themselves with no weapons and probably very little self defence skills. He’s still ready to throw himself into a fire or to fight giants or to go on minecart rides to save the people he loves.

Luis would’ve HAD to have known on SOME level that his attempts were futile. He would’ve had to know that his quixotic dreams of grandeur were based off of a skewed version of said book; he had to have known that his mistakes would one day swallow him whole. Maybe he even believed that he should have never left Valdelobos- after all, home is the first grave, is it not?- but he saw how people who stayed there got swallowed whole by the Plagas. He saw how people who stayed with Umbrella got swallowed whole by the ideals of a world controlled by Bioweapons.

He saw that all and he wanted nothing more than to change and be a good person and to help those who genuinely deserve it. He’d fight tooth and nail for that freedom- literally. He’d charm and he’d run and he’d stay and fight and he’d help and he’d do anything.

He sees Leon, Ashley, and Ada- he sees an opportunity to stop running for just a moment. To stand still and fight for what’s right. Even if the entire world is against him.

Yet when he stands still for too long, it stabs him in the back.

But even right up until the end, he never gave up on that hope that maybe, just MAYBE he can outsmart the wolf pack. Maybe just maybe he can outrun his own mistakes. Maybe, just maybe, he can be a fine knight to somebody who he cares about. He can offer his all to somebody who he loves. And maybe, just maybe, somebody will love him as the fine knight he his right back.

[imaginationteashop]

It's like actually a disease how much I love Kisaki like help

Possible spoilers in the tags? Idk

[theteenage-dream]

Bored? Want some Tea? Here:

I just found out my "best friend" of 8+ years got a matching tattoo with her best friend...what the fuck. Let's call her G, well G turned 18 in May and my birthday isn't until the end of this month. We told each other we'd wait for each other so we can get it together...she didn't even tell me right away. The other girl, uhh S drove her (she's 18) and they got Kuromi and MyMelody. G told me 3-4 days afterwards only because she was buzzing with excitement (from what I could tell in her methods of texting). The worst part is that S is the girl she abandoned me for in 5th grade. She never called me her best friend and when people would ask I'd say it and she'd deny it. But G was never so quiet about S. I'm jealous because S is like me but more bold and loud. That's pretty much it. And it makes me sad because now people think I'm trying to be like her.

Fun fact: G once spent the weekend over at my house and actually spent more than 3 hours talking on the phone with S...and worse yet, she didn't want me to hear the convo so she locked herself in my restroom. I mean, I took this time to purge my food out but what the fuck. Who does that? She's always done shit like this and never shows me kindness and is hardly there for me when I put so much effort and love into our relationship. I can't even cut her off because I feel bad for her and don't want her to be alone. But I just think I'm also incapable of doing it because I know how well she'd do without me. She'd make a scene and cry to everybody saying I cut her off for no reason and then get their sympathy and have more fun without me in her life. She's done something similar before. I've told her so many things...deep secrets. Although, not the worst ones nor many. Well I did tell her a LOOOOT but I like to sacrifice the less important stuff and "overshare" so that people never suspect you're actually hiding so much inside. Ugh, I'd always share to try and get her to open up and trust me but she never did. I understand it's hard for her to talk it is for me too! But I'm actively trying to become a better person. That's the difference. But I could never really trust her either. It makes me sad. She never shows me off, gives gifts (besides sometimes on holidays b/c I'm a big gift giver), does favors for me, tells me words of endearment, or spends time with me. She would never say I'm her bsf unless she says "bestie" in a sentence. She isn't as fortunate as I am in money (although my family's broke rn haha) but I always put her needs before mine and she could just give random rocks or flowers she finds on the ground. But she doesn't. Not even a little piece of paper with a smiley face on it or anything. I'd do that all the time. I always try to make sure she knows I'm there for her and say words of affirmation all the time. She'd just roll her eyes or say "ew" "playfully". But at least she knew. I tried to be affectionate and she craves physical touch but yet, she couldn't accept it. So I understood but made it very clear I wouldn't mind holding her hand or hugging her or wtv. And sometimes we did hold hands. But she'd always complain about craving physical touch and I'd just look at her like "hello what did I say? I'm here for you dude". She would also never really do anything for me. Sure she did small favors like plug in something for me but otherwise she didn't even help me turn light switches off when I was using crutches. SHE'D WATCH ME LIMP TO RETRIEVE THINGS LIKE BRO. Sure she had her nice moments but there were a lot more moments where she wasn't so nice.

But maybe well maybe she didn't tell me about her tattoo b/c I never respond (i struggle with depression and social anxiety so I get scared to respond to texts) (i was also sick when she got it). But she could've. She never texts me first :(. I always have to text her and she never checks on me and I randomly make sure she's alive and at least trying to stay hydrated. Holy crap...she never texts me first. I'm starting to realize a lot more things. OH and she wouldn't really try to do stuff together unless it benefited her. Like when she was home alone or stuck babysitting her lil sis, she'd ask if we wanted to hang out and ofc I said yes (unless I was unable). Or like, since my parents are strict, she wouldn't even try to ask me and one time, S picked up G and then asked me if I wanted to go to Sonic with them and I asked my parents and they said yes. We had fun together but I felt like the 3rd wheel. Oh also btw S is dating my ex boyfriend that I had to break up with because my depression was getting severe because I realized I had been raped by another guy. I love him (S's boyfriend not-) but he always had a thing for S. And it hurts me so much, but as long as he's happy...that's all I want for him. Even if it can't be with me... anyways G told S she doesn't ever try to invite me anymore since it's likely my parents'll say no. But like...i could at least try. It's always good to invite someone even if you know they can't or are busy. It's just basic etiquette. She was very two-faced as well. She'd talk behind my back and betray me easily. She'd spill my secrets to S because she wasn't loyal to me and I was...one time, she started hanging out with someone dangerous. Someone who spreads rumors and purposely causes drama. So I warned her about it and she told the girl. I ended up getting into a talk with the other girl. She came up to me "Can I talk to you?". I so should've said no. I will now. I'm growing. I'm learning how to not be duch a doormat and that saying no is my right. It's just really hard when those people try to beat you down because of it. But that was it. G was the closest thing I had to a "best friend". I'm always everyone's last choice. I'm not anyone's favorite or preferred friend. I'm the forgettable one in the group. I'm not special. I really just want to die. I'm all alone. Perpetually alone. I'm not perfect, and I'm fucked up too. But, I try to be the kindest for people. Because I don't want them to feel the way I do. I crave affection. I need validation from others. I care so much about what others think...

I like being alone but it gets tiresome when you've done it all your life ans have felt different from everyone. I think I'm a terrible person because I can't cut her off but want to do it to her before she does it to me so that it protects my dignity and because I have pride...well tbh it's more like if I do it first, I'm not being rejected so that I won't cry as much bevause someone doesn't like me. This post is getting long. There's more but it's 2:52AM. Oh and for those who wanna know, G is a Gemini and I'm a Virgo. S is a Sagittarius and her boyfriend is a Cancer. I miss him dearly. Well time to watch cheesy tween romance characters to fulfill that need.

[my-fanfic-library]

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [32]

Masterlist

A huge thank you to newheart97 for the beach scene ;D also sorry it’s short, I’m just having trouble writing rn and I didn’t want to break my promise to you guys

Warnings: A very jealous Drac, wet Drac, implied oral (f receiving) 

~^*^~

Strolling onto the sand, you looked back at Dracula who was taking in the heat of the day. You had opted to buy a black cover-up to conceal your suit before sunbathing, since you weren’t entirely sure how Dracula was going to react. He looked so at peace. He had changed into some beige/green shorts and a black polo shirt. You haven’t ever seen him so casually dressed and you had to admit that you liked it.

Finding a spot a little out of the way, you placed your bag down onto the sand and pulled out your towel. You didn’t know where Dracula had gone, but you didn’t really care. Once your towel was down, you turned your head.

Dracula was staring out to sea, watching the waves lap over each other, the sun sparkle down onto the cyan waters.

You sighed in content. It was already so hot. There wasn’t a cloud in the aquamarine sky. Tugging at the bow on your cover-up, you let the material open and you slipped it off of your shoulders. Your bikini was a simple black and you hack picked something small enough that would give you a lot of skin to catch the sun. Once more you sighed as you settled down on your towel, listening to the waves and the occasional chatter of people a little way down the sand.

It was nice for a moment; the sun heated up your body and you began to truly relax for the first time in a long time. Well, until there was a sudden darkness, blocking out the sun. Your eyes snapped open to see Dracula towering over you, a look of displeasure written across his face. Oh.

“You know, the point of sunbathing is to bathe in the sun, which is what you are stopping me from doing.” You retorted.

“I don’t care what it entails, why are you wearing your undergarments?” He hissed.

“Because I’m sunbathing...?” You pushed yourself up with your elbows, “really, Drac, I thought you were a fast learner.���

“Don’t you think that you’re a little exposed for being in public?”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, “Dracula, sweetheart,” you began, “this is how people dress at the beach. I’m just following current social protocol.”

“Well, I don’t want anyone seeing you so... so bare. Here. Put it back on.” He was fast to get on to his knees and push your cover-up back into your chest.

“Dracula!” You hissed, “I’m not putting it on!”

“Would you prefer my shirt? No other man can see you so bare. It’s mine. You are my treasure for my eyes only.”

“Ok, first, that’s very sweet, but second, I’m literally in my bikini. Dear god I can’t imagine how you’d react at a nudist beach.” You rolled your eyes.

“Should you ever attend such a beach, I will have no choice but to drink you again and leave another one of my marks on your skin. And mark my words, next time, I won’t be so chaste with the placement of it.” He warned darkly.

“If i want to go to a nudist beach, I will. Now, if you’ll move I want to sunbathe.”

Five minutes later, you were sat up with the deepest scowl on your face. Dracula, who was lying back on his own towel, appeared to be oblivious to your poisonous gaze. His chest was bare, sun practically bouncing off of the pale expanse. You were sat with his much oversized t-shirt pooling around you. He had somehow managed to wrestle it on you and warned you not to take it off. You were so hot!

This was so unfair!

The heat was really beginning to get to you now and you could feel the sheen of sweat building on your skin. Your eyes moved to the sea, which looked so, so inviting. It was as if the waves were beckoning you to come to them.

Would just a quick little dip really hurt? Besides, you were a big girl, you shouldn’t need to be told what to do by anyone. Except maybe your father.

You looked once more at Dracula. His eyes were shut. You looked at the sea. It would take maybe five seconds to sprint to the waves. If you were fast enough, you could whip off the shirt as you ran... Fuck it. You shuffled a little, so that when you stood your shadow wouldn’t cast over him. You rose, pretending to stretch. Your eyes wandered down to him and he seemed to have not bothered in checking up on you.

You ran.

As you did so, you tugged the material off of your body, the feeling of a cool breeze easing your hot body. You heard Dracula call your name, but it was too late. His shirt was discarded, you had made it to the sea and you were laughing victoriously. You turned to look at Dracula who had sat up and was glaring at you. You couldn’t help but stick your tongue out at him.

The water was lukewarm. Not cold enough to cause a shock to your system, but an easing cool that licked your skin and sent pleasurable chills down your spine. The contrast of the hot sun and the cool water was euphoric. You were pleased that you had decided to defy the vampire.

“Come back!” He called.

“No!” You laughed, wading backwards into the water. It slowly creeped up towards your thighs and you shivered when it hit your core.

Dracula didn’t respond again, he simply stood and you immediately knew you were in trouble. His walk was slow, his eyes were locked on you. You looked... well, you looked fucking hot. And he knew other men on the beach were looking directly at you. It drove him crazy. You stood there, watching him near you.

It was like the world had stopped as your eyes locked upon him. It was only him. Him and you. He was by you in an instant, hands grazing over your bare waist.

“I thought I told you to keep the shirt on?” He hummed, voice low and a little gravelly. Immediately, you felt a heat flood your body.

“I was hot.” You whispered, your hands moving up his arms.

“Everyone’s looking at you now. At what’s mine.”

“Let them look, Drac. I’m not with them.”

~^*^~

Walking along the small and winding streets, you marvelled at the beauty of the architecture. Dracula’s hand was in yours. He’d gone with a white shirt and some black trousers, and you had gone for a pale blue knee-length summer dress.

The sky was beginning to darken, a navy slowly spreading from the crown outwards. You had been in Italy for a week now. For the first time in forever, you had been able to just relax. You found yourself often sitting on the balcony of your beautiful Italian villa, just looking out to sea and forgetting all of your troubles for a moment.

You had just been out to eat with Dracula and you were finally making your way back for the evening. There was a nice cool breeze coming in, a nice bite to the end of a hot day.

Dracula was acting a little strange, keeping a little closer to you than usual. You didn’t know what he had planned, but you were a little nervous. It was a slow walk back to the villa and once you crossed the threshold, Dracula had you tight within his arms and seas pressing sweet kisses to your neck. You giggled.

“What’s going on?” You breathed.

“You’ve already eaten your dinner, it’s time for mine.” He pressed more kisses to your neck.

“How about you go onto the balcony and I’ll meet you in a minute?”

You nodded, pulling yourself free from his grasp and making your way upstairs. The sky was bursting with orange when you finally got up, the sun beginning to dip down past the horizon, igniting the bottom of the blue with a hot and fiery mix of colours. You sat down on the table, looking out at the waves which seemed to be frozen in place. You knew they weren’t bevause you could hear them down below.

A few moments passed and you heard Dracula curse followed by a loud bang. He cursed again. You chuckled.

Another minute passed and then you finally heard his footsteps.

“Right,” he began.

You turned and almost chocked when you saw him. He was soaked, raven strands falling into his face, his white shirt see-through and clinging to his body.

“What the hell happened?” You chuckled.

“I may have forgot to put the ice bucket back in the freezer before we left.”

“Ice bucket?”

“I did have some champagne for you, but as you can see, it’s not going to be cold.”

“Forget the champagne. Come here.”

You were drinking in the sight of him, ready to tear the wet cloth off of him the moment he was near enough.

“My goodness, [First], what’s gotten into you?” He tutted.

“Not you.” You playfully mumbled.

“Shall we change that?”

He was quick with his movements, leaning over the table and yanking your legs, spinning you around so that you were facing him. He looked down at your face, looking for any hint of protest in your features. When you displayed none, he leaned down, pressing a very soft and tender kiss to the skin right below your earlobe. You hummed at the contact. Your fingers dipped into the hair at the nape of his neck, bone dry compared to the strands at the front. 

It had been too long since he had touched you like this. Fire was burning in your blood and you knew it wouldn't take much for you to completely succumb. The way his lips slowly caressed the skin of your neck, his fingers working at the hem of your dress which had ridden up your thighs, it was unbearable. 

“Drac...” you whined quietly, just as his lips ghosted the scar on your neck.

“Yes, darling?”

“Please...”

“Please what?”

“Do something.”

He bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood but the sudden shock that pulsated in your body had you crying out. Your hands pulled him closer, legs flying up to lock around his waist, connecting your cores through thin layers of fabric. You could feel his smirk against your skin. Your hands pulled him closer as his teeth finally gave your skin some mercy, but only for a second. His lips were on yours in a moment. Heat, passion, pure ferocity in his kiss and then you were falling into a dream.

~^*^~

A blistering heat, a burning light. This was not like the other places you had been before. There was no pretence of comfort here. You could feel eyes lingering on you, but where from? It was strangely dark, like the moment of twilight. A little light to guide your eyes, but too many shadows, too many places for things to hide. 

You tried to call out, but your voice did not leave your mouth. Something was very wrong. 

For a moment, you thought you saw something in the shadows and moved forwards to pursue it. A sound resounded behind you and the shape that loomed over yous familiar... no...

~^*^~ 

You were gripping onto Dracula’s collar, breathing heavily. He must've mistook your utter fear for the racing a passionate heart, because his lips did not cease on your skin. You tried to push the thought of the dream to the back your mind, but you were certain that your mood was all but deflated.

Well, five minutes later, Dracula found himself devouring you, your sundress strewn aside, body glistening with sweat and glowing with the light of the setting sun. What a sight you were, chest rising and falling, hands threading his hair. Beads of water would occasionally drip from the ends, but he didn’t really mind. He was still fully clothed, though his shirt was open - you had asked him to stay like that, obviously liking the way the material stuck to him. 

Your lustful sounds swirled the air, rebounding off of the cliffs and carrying out to sea. 

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp? Part 14. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: Enjoy, ma babes.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four  Part five  Part Six Part seven  Part eight  Part nine  Part ten  Part eleven  Part twelve  Part thirteen

If you like to have your readings in order :):  H E R E  

You have woken up in the morning when your alarm just blew up next to your head. The last thing you've remembered was falling asleep on Steve's firm shoulder, breathing his essence. He smelled so nice. But there you were, in your room, in your bed, with Steve's blue shirt on and the flowers being displayed next to your bed in a vase.

So he brought you home. He remembered where you lived and nudged you to your bed. That was so nice of him. And to top himself, a text from him was already awaiting you.

Steve: Morning, beautiful. (YOU ALMOST MELTED ON THE SPOT) Bring your suit from the event with yourself to your work today, I have plans for us today! Be prepared around eleven a.m. See you in your office.

Y/N: Morning, handsome. Should I take a day off for this?

Steve: Not at all, your boss knows what I am planning to do. She was thrilled.

Y/N: This is unsettling, not gonna lie. Okay. See you at the office.

So Steve planned on seeing you that day. And somehow he managed to talk with May about all of that. That unnerved you a lot. That must've been some really special program, you thought to yourself.

You went all curious to work that day. Maybe the worst part about your curiousness was that you were obvious to the plan, but everyone else knew what Steve had on his mind. But they were blown away with Steve being the man out of the time himself. They asked you a million questions about him. And you were not able to answer.

You wanted to tell them everything - but you have known Steve from the human point of view. Not from the extra patriotic point of view of being Captain America, being economically, politically and morally influential even after the age of more than one hundred.

You planned on having huge research covering Steve's past, you wanted to get familiar with his life during the forties to know how much different it was back then. You also were aware of his moral-influence and youngster influence, and about the strength of his influence. For American conservatives, Steve Rogers was a true hero.

He was a hero, an ideal man for a lot of women, well raised and well acting handsome man for a lot of women and young girls, an idol for a lot of young boys and men, the national treasure found after seventy years in the ice. Captain America - the living pride of the United States of America.

Buck and Deena told you one secret which became the new official office secret - everybody knew about the thing that you've learned but pretended to be oblivious about.

James and Steve were friends for a long time - for such a long time that was running since the 1930s. They both were genetically mutated with some serum and both of them were older than one hundred years. But that was all that Bucky told you and refused to tell you more.

But when you began to ask questions, he stopped you with a smile and said that he can't speak for Steve. Maybe there were some sick government experiments, yet both had a different experience with the process of becoming superior humans. From the expression and gaze Bucky held at that moment, his experience couldn't be far explained as enjoyable.

And since one of his hands was an iron prosthetic, you didn't want to ask. Yeah, Deena and Buck probably already had that talk for one or two times, but that was their intimacy. Steve had his own story to tell with his very own voice, he has thoughts to say out loud which Bucky couldn't address as well as Steve could.

So the research was your way to offer a helping hand to Steve, so you weren't completely dumb and he didn't have to say so much stuff. But that was just a plan for the next evenings which you had without plans. At the moment, Steve was simply making your curiousness almost blow up.

"Hey Y/N." - Deena said your name out loud when she entered the office after taking Buck to the center where he had his sparring session during the lunch pause. - "Your innocent hottie is waiting for you behind the closed door. You better swing your nice ass to dat boy, because May can hear me too."

Obviously, May was way faster than you, bevause you packed your desk and put every paper you were using until that moment into the right file. When you finally packed your things and walked out of the office, May was chit-chatting with Steve already.

"So you would be up?" - She asked when you left the office. You looked at the both of them, giving a nod to May and a shy smile to Steve as you got to his side.

"Definitely. That would be lovely to do, I'm up for those things." - Steve answered excitedly. So May was recruiting him for another of her future events she obviously came up within the hours between the morning after she learned that you may be dating Steve Rogers and before Steve came to pick you up.

"Okay. Y/N will write you a message when the event comes up on the horizon of a month. Is that okay?" - May said with a high guessing tone, tilting her palm from side to side.

"I can't promise you that I'll be able to come. I have a very unsure occupation." - Steve said with a bit of sadness in his voice. His hand slowly landed on your shoulder carefully, not bringing you to his body resembling a mountain, but for everyone to be afraid that he's there with you.

"Okay. We'll talk it through. Have a lovely day you two. And I will be expecting a report tomorrow, alright?" - She winked at you and left you two. You looked at Steve with the entire sky in your eyes. Your smile was bright and big.

"Alright Cap, tell me what we gonna do. I'm pumped." - You said out loud excitedly. Steve gently patted your shoulder and wiggled his head in the direction of the exit.

"We're going to visit a hospital together. We gonna visit some children who basically live there... I liked how you talked about your work. And this is very close." - He said when you got into his car. When he told you that, that you'll be visiting children, you just watched his face with a slight frown.

This was usually really heartbreaking as you heard. To visit those sick children who have very little chances to heal their illness, that was very sad for the people who were doing it. People like Steve, celebrities, and superheroes were doing this for children's happiness, to make their day brighter, to make them smile for just a bit. And he planned to do it along with you. That was such an act of intimacy.

"Are you sure? That doing it with me is the right choice?" - You asked when he took your bag and put it on the back seat.

"Hey. You know me for the last couple of months. And pretty well per se. So yeah. I want to do it with you. And Sam will come along." - Steve kissed your knuckles gently and sat to the driver's side. - "And you shouldn't have a problem with that... Do you have some problems with going there?"

"Steve, that's not what I meant." - You touched his hand shyly at the first moment, but then you just put your palm on his. He watched your face with a smile up from close. - "I want to see what you can do with those kids. I want to make their day better. But just don't forget about that from this moment, it will be Captain America and that girl."

"Not just some girl. Not at all. It will be you and me." - His huge palm slowly caressed your cheek and he had a huge smile on his lips. Then he turned the motor on, riding to the hospital with you by his side. A man was waiting for you outside, just like Steve told you. And a surprise took hold on you when you realize you knew him.

It was the man with beautiful, shining brightly brown skin, big smile and with some sunglasses on his eyes. He danced with you at the event. So that man was Steve's Samuel, who you heard about all the time. And you two actually knew him. Did he even know that it was you? Or didn't he?

"Finally. I feel like a hundred-year-old man, I waited for ya so long here." - Sam greeted his old friend with a one-shoulder hug and a big, white smile. - "And look who do we got here! Big ol' man's girl." - Sam walked up to you and just straightaway hugged you, which made you laugh.

"Name's Sammy, young malady." - He offered you a hand, which you accepted in a slight shock. Sam looked like a ball of fire and energy and his energy was just kicking you in the ass.

"My name's Y/N. So nice to meet you finally, Sam." - You stepped outside. Then, while listening to the men's bittersweet bickering, they lead you through the hospital. A lot of the nurses greeted you happily, they were thrilled that Steve and Sam were in the hospital again. Especially those mom-like types.

The children's care wing was big, maybe too big, but it felt light and colorful. It was a nice change from the cold, too clean surroundings of a normal wing. There were animals painted all over the walls, there was a jungle schematic and then some woods, desert animals and the sea... You loved a small child's corner with some old PS3 console and a game, some toys all over the floor...

"Mr. Rogers! We're so happy to have you again. Who are those other two young people?" - An old nurse with silver-blonde curls and thick glasses went to straightaway hug Steve with a big smile. Steve gave her a hug back and then left his hand over that old lady's shoulder.

"This is the one and only, beautiful Y/N. And this is my pal Sam, who you can know as the Falcon. The last time, my duties went a bit slow, so I brought me some help." - Steve clapped his back and but his hand on the small of your back when you introduced you to the woman. - "This is Vera. She's the greatest nurse I've ever seen. And the children here are great as well, you'll see."

"You think that I'm beautiful?" - You asked Steve with whispery voice and a giggle, just as he took you to some cabin in which you could change yourself into the costume.

"Shush it and take the suit on. I will wait outside, so be quick." - Steve laughed and you just tensed the tip of your nose a little bit as you smiled.

You've never changed so fast. The clothes from work were off your body in a matter of a minute, then you put on a nice blouse to cover the shorts and you put on the rest along with some old Oxford shoes.

"And there she goes." - Sam hummed when you left the cabin and you just punched his shoulder. - "She's pretty tough, I like it."

"I didn't even show you how tough, yet." - You put your hands on your waist when Steve went to put his suit on and take the shield out of its case. - "You can go and fuck off with your fighting skill because I would easily kick the hell out of you." - You raised your eyebrows playfully and Sam just began to laugh. You two seemed to have a great duo so far when you danced and even spoke.

"Oh darling, you look so great. And you do as well, of course." - Vera took your shoulder to her hand and gave you a lovely smile.

"Me? I look better than her. Just look at that bod." - Sam joked but didn't think it through, because at that moment Steve came off the room in that all tight and seriously sexy blue Spandex. You just shut up, looking at him with a surprised face. Those muscles were killing you so much you couldn't even handle all of it.

“You are drooling, babe.” - Sam whispered to your ear and you almost screamed because of freaking the fuck out. You hit his shoulder and tried to look anywhere except Captain Rogers's body. 

“No, I am not.” - You answered in a harsh tone when Steve was talking to Vera about something. 

“You definitely were drooling. I don't blame you, gal, just sayin'.” - Sam smiled confidently, leaning further away from you. Guilty as charged - Steve was hiding a perfect body under his clothes. You maybe even truly drooled at the sight. 

When you entered your first few rooms, you were nervous and not feeling in your skin at all - but Steve got you through all of that. He carefully took you to a scenario which you were playing to those kids, he was asking you stupidly silly questions which made you smile and overall, he was watching after you. 

Steve was particularly good with children. Over the few minutes you had spent with each of them, you could see as they come to life, how confidence was bursting in their eyes and how happy they were from a moment to moment. For some moments, you were just standing in the background, smiling and watching the two of them talking. 

In the end, when you were changing your clothes two hours later, you had a slight smile on your lips. This job was just as wrenching as heartwarming. But it was nice to slip back to your casual clothes. Not like you didn't enjoy your time with Steve - you could actually see the magic he was working upon people and it was pretty amazing, to be honest, but this wasn't your daily cup of coffee at all.

You felt sad for these kids. So young and so blatantly innocent, yet so sick it hurt you.

“So, how do you feel?” - Sam swung an arm over your shoulder immediately as you left the cabin. So he was a touchy-feely person. You noted that to yourself.

“I don't know, how should I feel about it, Sammy?” - You nudged his side with your elbow, looking him in the eyes with a courageous look. - "I feel good, man. I loved how the children felt so alive. They absolutely loved Steve. I felt awed."

"You're done for, gal." - Sam tapped your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and stepped away for a moment. Thanks to God for that, because Steve just got off out of the cabin.

"We're done here for today." - He smiled at the two of you as a proud leader of a small soldier division. You have completed the mission. That was fine. More than fine. He offered you his hand so blatantly and confidently that you looked at him in a shock and in awe.

The literal man of your dreams offered you a hand to hold to. And in front of every person in the hospital. Locked hands, entwined fingers. Oh Lord, the fainting was approaching you rapidly. Of course, you accepted that strong fingers. He could easily break a bone with those hands he had.

But he walked bedside you proudly and happily, which made you happy as ever. Sam walked next to your other side and made funny comments the time, to both you and Steve, which made you giggle. He wasn't rude at all - and Sam seemed to be genuinely happy for his best friend.

But the time to say goodbye came too soon. Not to Steve - Sam was about to head to his sparring session with that Nat you heard about.

"She's going to kick my ass so bad, you softened me up in the hospital. I'm gonna blame my monocle on your name, captain Rogers." - Sam laughed and stepped to his old mini. It was a cute, old car of a marine blue color.

"Come on, you're going to be handsome!" - You squealed and giggled, stepped closer to his body and offered him your arms. You were so small next to those two men. - "Gimme a hug, dawg."

"Oh, she knows some words!" - Sam hugged you tightly and you smiled into his huge shoulder. - "You gotta keep this one, she's a piece of work, I tell ya. I love a sista' from another mista'."

Steve was nervously standing in the background, watching the two of you in a friendly embrace. You stood there, watching Sam driving off to the distance, waving at him.

"Okay, Mr. Rogers. What's your great plan?" - You turned to him, playing with your hair.

"Well, miss Y/L/N. I'm thinking about some great, big lunch because I'm hungry as a wolf. You're up? Or do you want me to drive you back to work?" - He asked shyly, he turned red, stuttered and waved his hands chaotically.

"Hey, calm down, silly. I would love to have lunch. Just be cool." - Your fingers brushed his upper arm. Wow. You were such a tiger from a moment to another one. So confident and practically blatantly dangerous. You were making him awe, you were such a strong, courageous woman. He chose well, really well. - "As the Ramones said, hey ho, let's go!"

"Yes, ma'am." - Steve smiled and crawled into the car after you.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Miscellaneous Thoughts (on Part 2 of the event + related vignettes):

Group A (Rook, Leona, Kalim, Silver, Ace, Deuce, Yuu, Grim) made churros! I don’t know why, but it’s been really satisfying seeing all the artwork of the boys eating churros 🥺 I have Group A to thank for this fksbksbfievfksoxbso

NOT SILVER PUTTING NUTS ON HIS AnD KALIiM’S CHURRO BEVAUSE he wAds THInKING AbOUT THEiR AnImaL FRIENDs THAT eAT NUTS AnD BERRIES 😭 That’s precious…

BRO they spilled that flour and covered everyone in it… Now they’re ALL Snow Whites 💕

I was expecting Rook to win that photography competition, but I’m surprised that his vignettes are one of the few rare ones where Yuu actually shows up and plays a prominent role (Yuu even manages to place in the photography competition too)! 🥺 Rook has a picture of himself for once… That’s pretty huge considering that he has tons of pictures of other people, but not of himself. It feels like he’s slowly opening up to being his “true self” around others.

Group B (Cater, Idia, Ruggie, Epel, Jack) made waffles! When I think about it 😂 It makes so much sense considering that Cater’s there. His choice to make it DIY is very Magicam-friendly and encourages lots of customization and taking pics. It’s basically free advertising since people will see the cute waffles on social media snd while walking around; they’ll get curious and come to B’s stall! Clever Cater!!

OF COURSE IDIA MAKES AN OVERLY COMPLICATED WAFFLE MAKING MACHINE THAT ONLY HE UNDERSTANDS HOW TO OPERATE 😭 This same shit happened when he tried to help out in Harveston… but he just ended up confusing everyone…

RUGGIE SO GOOD WITH KIDS OTL MY HEEEEART

Group C (Vil, Azul, Jamil, Ortho) made salad! They sell out because they cashed in on Vil’s popularity 🙃 MAN THEY EVEN USED ORTHO’S VOICE SYNTHESIZER TO THEIR ADVANTAGE chksbdjdbske They projected that fake voice to call attention to the fact that Vil is there 😂

I didn’t realize there were really recipes to prepare salads??? I assumed you just toss everything into a bowl and slap some dressing on top, so I was kind of consumed when Vil asked Jamil for his recipe 😅 AZUL INSERTING HIMSELF TO THANK JAMIL FOR THE RECIPE TOO GIVES ME LIFE (looking for a new addition to the Mostro Lounge menu eh, Azul??) 😩 Jamil’s passive aggressive response too… The “kindly fuck off” energy behind it… It’s petty perfect in every way! I’ll never get tired of Azul and Jamil’s dynamic cmdbiwvsiwnsowha

Group D (Malleus, Floyd, Sebek) made cotton candy! I’m shocked that Malleus actually showed up to the event at all, but in hindsight I’m glad he did because he gave us some interesting lore on the Briar Valley???

NOT SEBEK SHOUTING FO r EVERYONE TO COmE TO THEiR MaLLEUS’S FOOD STALL 😭 NOT BABY BEcKY SCaRiNG CUsTOMERS AWaY, NOT HIM PICKING A FIGHt WiTH FLOYD fOR NOT ShOwiNf UP TO AUpPORT mAL

BRO………………. Malleus broke the cotton candy machine with one kick and then Sebek hauls it over to Idia to fix it… HOW STRONG ARE THESE TWO??? If I were Idia, I would be cowering behind my waffles…

Leave it to Floyd to show up late to their meeting 😂 and also to be annoyed at people for praising him gdusbsksoxn I guess he’s a really hard one to pin. Nice that we get another instance of Floyd’s genius on display; he can really do anything if he feels like it!

Floyd drops some lore about??? How he, Azul, and Jade entered a music contest before??? But they ended up losing because Floyd didn’t play the piece they had planned and just… played an arrangement he came up with himself. The audience loved it, but the judges were not impressed with the breech of rules 😔

Group E (Lilia, Riddle, Jade, Trey) made clam chowder! I like the continuity of Master Chef (beans edition) with Jade enabling Lilia’s terrible cooking (which is running in EN right now) @w@ The ominous black essence radiating from Lilia’s food………………….

I was NOT expecting a cameo from Chenya but it was very welcome!! Too bad they brought him in only to have him make the mistake of consuming Lilia’s clam chowder… RIP Chenya… It was nice knowing you, buddy o_o)7

I HONESTLY FORGOT AbOUT THE MUSiCaL PERfoRmANCE PART I Wsa TOO FOCUSED ON DRooLiNG IVER YhE FOOD

THE RHYTHMIC GiVES sTEAMBoAT WiLLiE ENERGY???? I like that Jack casts off his jacket at the midpoint ✨ but it baited me into thinking that Floyd, Ruggie, and Rook would also follow suit 😢 Once again, no exposed Rook arms for me…

I like that Ruggie and Rook look like they’re upbeat while also hard at work in their Groovies! Jack also looks like he’s having fun; I like that it’s an aerial shot that shows off a lot of the shiny decorations. *Makes a joke about how his arms are jacked*

*** Event food pics and Groovies below the cut!*** 🤤 (They’re too good to not share!)

What do you think of the New twisted wonderland event, I saw some of the gameplay, I can't read Japanese but I didn't care I really wanted to see it and so far I really like it

I’ve only played a little bit of the story so far, but just based on what I’ve already seen, I think it’s cute! ^^

I thought that Port Fest would be focused on exploring Sam’s hometown (Jubilee Port) via a musical celebration, but what we got is also fun! I wasn’t expecting the boys to be running food stalls (it gives me mad Food Wars vibes) and also putting on a musical performance, but I like to focus on food 🤤 I’m a big fan of food, so I’m actually more excited about that than the musical portion of the festival.

I’m looking forward to seeing what each team (A through E) ends up preparing! Since they’re split up by class (ie all the 1-A, 2-A, and 3-A kids are in team A, all the 1-B, 2-B, and 3-B kids are in team B, etc.), we have some pretty interesting character dynamics to look at. RIP team E though, Lilia’s the leader 😭 for a FOOD stall (probably because Trey, the other third year in the group, didn’t step up)???? AND THEN THEY GOT JADE TOO, this man might just toss in weirdo poison mushrooms into whatever they serve… Team E’s about to poison so many festival goers—)

Speaking of food!! fjsbsjdbienzks I like that Ruggie is super motivated to participate in the festival because of money and food 😌 Very relatable!

We see Rook being a helpful upperclassman by advising Jack when he’s frustrated to seek out someone he admires god why did it have to be L*ona for help. I feel like I haven’t seen Rook do or say that much that’s noteworthy yet, so I hope that he gets something more interesting for me to chew on later.

I don’t really care for Jack as a character, but I like that he’s able to be forthcoming about his weaknesses and listen to others’ advice in this event. Jack is big and tough looking, but he’s also capable of showing respect to others and being vulnerable with some of his emotions. I also like the idea of Jack wanting to treat Ruggie at a restaurant; he’s a very good boi to pay for his upperclassman ✨

That part where Jack and Epel argue about whether pears or apples are the better fruit reminds me of MLP: Friendship id Magic 😂 (There was literally a whole episode where apple farming ponies and pear farming ponies had the same argument for several generations…)

Floyd gets to show off his musical genius here! (I think it’s important that we see this because the fandom consistently acts like Floyd is dumb, but he’s actually a prodigy that’s very selective about when he wants to make an effort 😅) We also get Floyd’s nickname for Crowley: Manta Ray-sensei! djsbejdbkdke I think of that teacher/school bus (?) manta ray from Finding Nemo.

Those are my miscellaneous thoughts for now! I’ll probably have more to say when I’ve played more of this event.

[danieyells]

OC i remembered i made and the tiny bit of story that went along with him:

Cw for: transphobia, suicidal ideation, forced gender conformity, forced medical procedures, drowning, uuuuh possibly comedic idealistic fantasy pirates???? Also no cut bevause mobile hahaha

#long post

I never gave him a name--or, I think I did, and it was something like a feminine name that, if shortened, would be or seem like or could be altered to feel more like a masculine name(amanda→amon, maybe?? I don't think that was it but that's the kind of thing i was going for)

As you can probably guess from that tidbit, he's trans. Kinda. Maybe. Probably.

It's complicated.

He suffers from testicular agenesis--that is, though amab by all other stabdards, he was born without testicles and, subsequently, also no penis. Super rare condition irl to me knowledge like less than one in a million. From what i recall when i read about it(long before i got the character idea, when i was researching intersex conditions in general) there are like two recorded cases.

So lacking certain anatomy his parents thought it best to raise him as a girl. And so they did. Gave him a feminine name, surrounded him with feminine things, dressed him only in feminine clothes,

And were quick to dismiss and double down on this when he expressed his actual gender identity.

Hoping it would make him grow up more 'normal' they insisted on hormone treatments--his body wasn't exactly producing any of its own so it took pretty quickly. Despite his protests this continued for some time.

Eventually they decided for him that he would go under the knife to, if only for cosmetic purposes, undergo bottom surgery. Despite his protests and fighting this he was given no say. They assured him he'd feel better and start acting 'normal' once it was all said and done but he was miserable and depressed his whole life due to their restrictions and forced medical treatments. He was fine the way he was.

They live on an island country--one in a little cluster of island countries. These islands were close enough to one another that plenty of people had swam from one to another.

Of course this is a suicide mission if you're not a great swimmer but he'd rather die and fail than stay and be forced to undergo a surgery to 'fix' what had never been much of a problem to him in the first place.

Early morning of when he would be taken to the surgery center for his forced bottom surgery he fled to the beach facing the closest island--and he made a break for it. If he was literally out of the country they couldn't exactly come take him back by force(particularly as he'd be turning 18 soon and would be a legal adult in that area at that point) and so he started this ultimately poorly planned swim to the next island over--plenty of people had done it and he was more than a little frantic after his whole existence, so he put little thought into the logistics of it.

Little thought included considering weather conditions--and frankly he would have gone even if he had known it would start raining--storming--because, again. Death was preferable at this point. Praise the gods if he made it but no regrets if he didn't.

I'm sure you can tell by my bothering to say any of that that he didn't make it.

But this story doesn't end in tragedy. I'm no good at that. And i had a more idealistic and 'fun' sort of proceeding in mind.

Suffice to say with wind and rains and waves and an empty stomach he lost consciousness before he could reach the other shore. Even less fortunate, should one look at a map of this area, to his west was open sea whereas the other islands were in the other directions. Were the sea in his favor he'd've washed ashore and perhaps lived his life on land.

But the sea was in his favor, though it threw him into open ocean, as he was saved by a kindly band of pirates.

Once he was slightly less than half drowned and regained consciousness in a strange place after resigning himself to an unfortunate death at sea, he was met with an equally unfamiliar face of a cheery-seeming, deep-voiced woman who called herself the captain of this ship. (Like him, haven't named her or anyone or anything else for that matter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

After a frantic, exhausted snap that he was, in fact, a boy after she'd inquired about the 'washed up lass''s name, he was rather shocked to find that she was. . .apologetic about it. In her casual, carefree way, said she shouldn't have made that assumption, her bad, so what's your name, lad?

Between drying him and getting him settled, he learned that this crew had their own little 'peculiarities' and that they were, perhaps, not entirely your typical pirates. Sharing how exactly he wound up in this situation, the captain amusedly called this fate. She, herself, was transgender--and everyone on the ship was, in some way, becoming or had become who they were after escaping their previous lives where who they were was not accepted.

So just a big ship of lgbtqia+ pirates lol

Still kind of adjusting to that he was free and perhaps safer than he'd ever been despite the circumstances, he asked that he be allowed to depart at the next port they arrived on--he'd take it from there, figure himself out, didn't trust anyone else to make decisions for him though he'd never really made any choices for himself and had no idea how to live independently. But it took time for him to switch gears from his original plan.

The captain agreed, though it'd be a while before they got there, so he oughta make himself at home and make himself useful while he was at it. They were on a voyage for riches and freedoms and a ship doesn't run itself.

Over time he'd come to be attached to them and their ship and their life and he'd decide to stay even after they made port several times, though the story after that I don't really have any idea for.

Nonetheless, thus began his maiden voyage to escape maidenhood.

And y'know what things go pretty well for him.

Pretty sure i intended it to be/involve a love story between him and the captain but like i said i have no actual ideas for an actual plot, i just like making characters i guess lmao iiii don't remember how old this idea is but i remembered it and figured i'd write it down. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯