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you-were-alone-too · 2 years

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the universe we dreamt

a byler big bang project

Author/Artists: @you-were-alone-too @oceanic-sunsets @hei-jessi-draws

Rating: Teen

Tags: Road Trip, Internalized Homophobia, Period Typical Homophobia, Set in 1988, Post-Season 5, Gay Mike Wheeler, Gay Will Byers, Mutual Pining, Will/El Siblings, Mike/Eleven Friendship, Heart to Hearts, Denver, Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, California, Mixtapes, Letters, The Painting, Best Friends to Lovers, Miscommunication, Not Actually Unrequited Feelings, Angst, Fluff, Mike Wheeler I Know What You Are, And Soon Will Byers Will Too, The Closet is Made of Glass

Summary: It's six months after they defeat Vecna and close the Upside Down for the final time, and along with it comes the spring of 1988. When Mike suggests that he and Will try and recreate their perfect spring break in California, it leads to a road trip towards the west coast that stirs up old memories and, perhaps, something more.

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Will glances up to where the painting is hanging above the couch, eyes raking over every careful detail. He still remembers the day he’d come down to the basement and saw it hanging up for the first time; Mike had rearranged his other posters just to put it there, and something about the proud look on Mike’s face reminded him of the way Will’s mom always liked to hang his artwork on the fridge, no matter how bad Will insisted they were. It’s stayed there ever since, and even now, seeing it still makes Will feel like his heart is a gaping, wide chasm, one that exposes his entire being if anyone decides to look hard enough.

He’s just glad that Mike hasn’t attempted to, at least.

“God, that feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Mike agrees. His eyes seem to follow Will’s line of sight to where the painting rests above the couch. “You know, if there’s one bright side to all of this, it’s that we never have to sit in a Surfer Boy Pizza van ever again.”

“Don’t remind me,” Will says, shuddering at the memories. Not even counting the emotional turbulence they suffered throughout that week, it had been awful—between the constant stench of weed, the lack of showers or clean clothes, and the mind-numbing boredom of sitting in a van for hours at a time, it was no wonder that just the reminder of it made their faces twist in disgust. “That was…”

“Easily the worst road trip of all time?” Mike asks.

“Yes,” Will laughs, although he doubts it even deserves to be in the same category as ‘road trip.’ At the time, it felt more like a getaway car than anything else. “I still can’t hear ‘Pass the Dutchie’ without my ears bleeding.”

Mike laughs as he collapses against the couch, and Will follows suit, the both of them working in tandem the way they’ve always seemed to.

“We should do that again. But an actual road trip, you know? Not when we’re one wrong turn away from getting shot by rogue government agents.” Mike’s eyes flicker up at him before his gaze falls back to the fidgeting hands in his lap. “And it would just be us this time. No Argyle and Jonathan getting high and playing their shitty mixtape on repeat.”

Will can’t help but smile at the way he can see Mike’s mind already formulating an idea at a hundred miles an hour, the way it always does when he comes up with a plan and his imagination begins to run away from him. And then the words it would just be us hit the forefront of his thoughts, echoing on a never ending loop the way Jonathan’s cassettes tended to do when the film was old and worn. He tries his best to brush them off, but instead, the words seem to worm their way down to his chest and nestle in the holes. He turns back to Mike, shoving the thoughts down, down, down. “Oh, so this time it’ll be us playing our own shitty mixtape?” he asks.

“Yeah!” Mike says, and the smile on his face reminds him of a younger Mike, one that led the party through countless battles with goblins and the thessalhydra and everything in between. “Well, maybe if I make it, it’ll actually be good.”

Will sits up, angling his body toward Mike with a kick to the shin. “Excuse me? Are you implying that I have bad music taste?” he scoffs.

Mike wrinkles his nose. “It’s just that you like all that weird stuff, like The Clash.”

“Wow. At least I don’t just listen to the top hits and think that means I like good music.”

“They’re the top hits for a reason! Besides, that’s not all I listen to,” he argues, arms folded against his chest.

Even now, Will can’t help but smile at Mike and the defensive attitude he seems to wield like a plate of armor, rolling his eyes. “Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, though,” he says, and when he glances up, Mike’s already staring back at him, brown eyes ploring into hazel. Insistent. “We should do it. For real.”

Will’s breath catches at the way it feels like he can see right through him, and he swallows hard at how sincere he sounds, even if he doubts the idea will ever get off the ground, if he figures that Mike will forget about it in a day or two. “Where would we even go?” Will says, humoring him.

“California,” Mike answers, like it’s obvious. “We can have the spring break that we never got to have back then. Well, except it would be summer, and we’d probably have to take my mom’s station wagon.”

Oh, something inside him seems to say as his lips part, just the slightest bit. He has so many questions, like why not invite the rest of the party? Or, maybe more pressing, why me? Why now? But with the hopeful smile Mike’s casting his way, radiant like a beacon in the dark, it’s hard to voice any of it, especially when his tongue has transformed into a bed of sandpaper. “It beats a pizza van,” he shrugs with a smile. “Yeah, let’s do it. But only if I get to help make the mixtape.”

Mike gives him a grin that somehow manages to challenge the one before it, face glowing as bright as Will had ever seen it, and really, that in itself is enough for him to push past the swirling confusion in his chest. “Yeah,” Mike smiles. “It’s a deal.”

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thebonggirll · 2 years

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chapter twelve

< previous: chapter eleven

At the edge of the dump, they found an old tow truck. But the engine started, and it had a full tank of gas, so they decided to borrow it.

Thalia drove. She didn't seem as stunned as the rest of them.

"The skeletons are still out there," she reminded them, "We need to keep moving."

She navigated through the desert, under clear blue skies, the sand so bright it hurt to look at. Zoe sat up front with Thalia. Percy and Y/N, sat in the pickup bed with Grover in the middle, leaning against the tow wench. The air was cool and dry, but the nice weather just seemed like an insult after losing Bianca.

Percy's hand closed around the little figurine that had cost her life. He didn't know why Y/N was acting the way she is. He put her hand on her shoulder in support but she shook it off. It's like she was showing her anger on him instead of Thalia or Zoe. Most importantly, he was worried about Nico. What was he even going to tell him?

Percy wanted to believe that Bianca was still alive somewhere. But he had a bad feeling that she was gone for good. "It should've been me," he said. "I should've gone into the giant."

"Don't say that!" Grover panicked. "It's bad enough Annabeth is gone, and now Bianca. Do you think I could stand it if…" He sniffled. "Do you think anybody else would be my best friend?"

"Ah, Grover…"

He wiped under his eyes with an oily cloth that left his face grimy, like he had on war paint. "I'm… I'm okay."

But he wasn't okay. Ever since the encounter in New Mexico—whatever had happened when that wild wind blew through—he seemed really fragile, even more emotional than usual.

The tow truck ran out of gas at the edge of a river canyon. That was just as well, because the road dead-ended.

Thalia got out and slammed the door. Immediately, one of the tires blew. "Great. What now?"

They scanned the horizon. There wasn't much to see. Desert in all directions, occasional clumps of barren mountains plopped here and there. The canyon was the only thing interesting. The river itself wasn't very big, maybe fifty yards across, green water with a few rapids, but it carved a huge scar out of the desert. The rock cliffs dropped away below them.

"There's a path," Grover said. "We could get to the river."

Percy tried to see what he was talking about, and finally noticed a tiny ledge winding down the cliff face. "That's a goat path," he said.

"So?" Grover asked.

"The rest of us aren't goats."

"We can make it," he said. "I think."

"No, I, uh, think we should go farther upstream."

Grover said, "But—"

"Come on," he said. "A walk won't hurt us."

Y/N noticed Percy glancing at Thalia. Her eyes lingered on him for a bit. This was just great. He definitely didn't care about the words she spouted out just moments ago. As a matter of fact, why would he, right? It wasn't directed at him. She looked away and started walking faster, away from the rest of them. They can bond over the distrust on her all they want. She's going to do whatever is required and leave their company forever.

They followed the river about half a mile before coming to an easier slope that led down to the water. On the shore was a canoe rental operation that was closed for the season, but Percy left a stack of golden drachmas on the counter and a note saying IOU three canoes.

"We need to go upstream," Zoe said. It was the first time they'd heard her speak since the junkyard, and she sounded like somebody with the flu. "The rapids are too swift."

"Leave that to me," he said. They put the canoes in the water.

Thalia pulled him aside as they were getting the oars. "Thanks for back there."

"Don't mention it."

"Can you really…" She nodded to the rapids. "You know."

"I think so. Usually, I'm good with water."

"Would you take Zoe?" she asked. "I think, ah, maybe you can talk to her."

"She's not going to like that," Percy said and looked at Y/N who looked at the water with a blank expression on her face, "Besides, I need to talk with Y/N too. What you said back there..."

"Please? I don't know if I can stand being in the same boat with her. She's… she's starting to worry me. And to be honest, I don't think Y/N wants to talk with you or anyone right now."

"And who's fault is that?" he asked.

Thalia sighed, "I was angry and sad. I didn't mean what I said."

"It's not me who you should be telling that," Percy glanced at Y/N, "I go with Zoe and you go with Y/N."

It was about the last thing Percy wanted to do, but he nodded. Thalia's shoulders relaxed. "I owe you one."

"Two."

"One and a half," Thalia said, "Since I'm talking with Y/N too."

She turned and helped Grover get their canoe into the water and then turned to help Y/N who quietly took her help.

As it turned out, Percy didn't even need to control the currents. As soon as they got in the river, he looked over the edge of the boat and found a couple of naiads staring at him. They looked like regular teenage girls, the kind you'd see in any mall, except for the fact that they were underwater.

"Hey," he said.

They made a bubbling sound that may have been giggling. He wasn't sure.

"We're heading upstream," he told them, "Do you think you could—"

Before he could even finish, the naiads each chose a canoe and began pushing them up the river. They started so fast Grover fell into his canoe with his hooves sticking up in the air.

"Sorry," Thalia said. But Y/N was still silent. "Hey, I didn't mean what I said. I was just...hurt and angry."

"I could tell you a lot of things to you if I acted like you. About Luke. But I didn't. Just because you were hurt and angry doesn't mean it justifies all of your fucking actions," Y/N said in a stern voice.

The mention of Luke did rile her up a bit, but she decided to ignore it. She didn't want to make the situation worse. "Percy does...trust you."

"No you were absolutely right about him," Y/N said, "He doesn't trust me. There's no need to sugarcoat your words now. Just be yourself." She didn't feel the need to make herself feel better. It was the truth and she had to face it.

"No he does-"

"Thalia, I'm not saying this out of anger. He trusts me in stuffs that involves life and death situation. He knows being a child of Apollo I have certain qualities that is a guarantee to things he could trust. And then there are decisions that I don't have proof of. It's those that he still doesn't feel the need to trust. He does whatever he wants."

Thalia kept quiet for some time and said, "You...love him, don't you?"

Y/N chuckled, "I don't know. I just wish I didn't. It would make things much easier. I would actually stop caring."

"You know how he doesn't like Harris? Do you have any idea about why-"

"I know what you're trying to say but that's really not the case. He doesn't trust me when I've been to quests with him so many times. It's not that hard to accept as to why he doesn't like Harris. I drag the guy everywhere and Harris is the only person in the whole camp that actually believes in me. He doesn't mind. He even went out together with us even though he knew how Percy's going to behave in front of him."

"....Honestly you're completely omitting out the possibility of him being jealous and that's not like you."

"Oh I know that. I'm drawing a line between us. I don't want to think about it cause if I start hoping, it would only lead to disappointment," Y/N laughed, "So far, in the matters of my feelings, Percy has been nothing but a huge disappointment."

Thalia squeezed her waist as a sign of comfort. "You...are you trying to get rid of us? Like...from your life?"

"I guess so," Y/N whispered, "Just until all of this is over. I'm just gonna...stay away from whatever makes me feel hurt."

"You've just got Harris as your friend. Like...won't you feel lonely?" she asked, trying to make her take back her words in panic.

"Sometimes loneliness is way more comforting than people who would let you down over and over," Y/N said, "And I can make new friends."

"But-"

"Apart from Grover, who I will only talk to if he's not with the rest of you. He's has always been sweet to me."

"Isn't Annabeth your best friend?" Thalia asked, "Why would you-"

"Do you even know what Annabeth did to me?" Y/N asked turning her head to look at Thalia, who just stared back at her in silence, "I can't tell you. It would sound like...I'm bitching about her out of jealousy."

The rest of the journey, both of them didn't speak. They didn't feel the need. It wasn't awkward anymore. Maybe Thalia should've told her about it.

Yes, she knew what Annabeth did.

Ahead of them the river was blocked. A dam the size of a football stadium stood in their path. This was as far as the naiads could take them.

"Hoover Dam," Thalia said. "It's huge."

They stood at the river's edge, looking up at a curve of concrete that loomed between the cliffs. People were walking along the top of the dam. They were so tiny they looked like fleas.

The naiads had left with a lot of grumbling. The canoes floated back downstream, swirling in the wake from the dam's discharge vents.

"Seven hundred feet tall," Percy said. "Built in the 1930s."

"Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said.

Graver sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States."

Zoe stared at them, "How do you know all that?"

"Annabeth," Y/N said, "She liked architecture."

"She was nuts about monuments," Thalia said.

"Spouted facts all the time." Grover sniffled. "So annoying."

The others nodded. Zoe was still looking at them strangely. It seemed like cruel fate that they'd come to Hoover Dam, one of Annabeth's personal favorites, and she wasn't here to see it.

"We should go up there," Percy said. "For her sake. Just to say we've been."

"You are mad," Zoe decided. "But that's where the road is." She pointed to a huge parking garage next to the top of the dam. "And so, sightseeing it is."

next: chapter thirteen >

book three: the titan’s curse

percy jackson x reader series

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tripleaxelrose · 2 years

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One-Shot #4: Japan

Original Prompt: I got a few about them flirting at The Ice, and it sort of turned into... this. Note that the end is kinda dirty. In the name of full disclosure.

She cannot outrun the jetlag, so she stops trying.

They skate at night, the shows smallish, in municipal gyms, in front of crowds that are furtive, fervent, masked, clapping in unnerving precision, always on the beat. Then they change their clothes. Then dinner, usually somewhere near the arena so they can walk, nothing fancy. Sushi. Sometimes they go with the rest of the cast, nosing through the cases at all-night 7-Elevens for onigiri (her favorite) and instant noodles (his, which he makes with hot water from the hotel coffee machine).

Then they have sex. Then they sleep.

Well, she doesn’t. He can sleep anywhere, in cars, sitting up, at any hour of the day, for stretches so long that she occasionally will watch him, heart pounding, just to make sure he is still breathing. She requires silence, blackout curtains, a bone-dry room, the air conditioning on the lowest setting, eye mask, earplugs.

The tours book two hotel rooms for them as a courtesy but they’ve only used one for months. She stares at the ceiling in the dark, ponders sliding out of bed and into this other, mysterious room. The one that is allegedly hers. Locking it up like a tomb, spreading herself across the king-size mattress like a starfish. But she did not exactly pay attention at check-in, is not sure she was given a key to this other room. She leaves those details to him. And he is asleep, of course, having rolled off her and closed his eyes for longer than four seconds.

She pulls out her phone. It’s morning in California. Her friends posting their TGIF selfies, everyone leaving for the weekend. She’s exhausted, wired. She wants… sunlight. Breakfast.

She feels the mattress shift next to her. His knuckles brush her shoulder.

“You awake?”

“Yup.”

“Did you fall asleep at all?”

“Nope.”

“You anywhere close to being tired?”

“Nope.”

“Looking at your phone doesn’t help, you know.”

“Really? I had no idea, considering that you’ve only mentioned it four thousand times.”

She can hear him thinking, arranging the pieces of his next move in his head. It annoys her.

“OK, let’s go.”

He snaps on the lamp on his side of the bed, kicks the covers off both of them. She gives a yelp at the loss of warmth, watches as he rummages on the floor beside the bed for his boxers.

“Come on,” he says, waving her out of bed. “We’re going out.”

“We are?”

“There’s no point in lying awake in here. Plus, being on opposite schedules sucks. Get dressed.”

He yanks a t-shirt over his head, picks up a balled up pair of leggings from a chair and tosses them at her.

They’re in a taxi twenty minutes later, both of them hastily dressed, him determined, hair somewhat askew, searching for things on his phone. She gazes out the window at the blur of city lights.

“What if we get all the way out here and then I suddenly need to go to sleep?”

“Well then, mission accomplished,” he says without looking up, the light of his phone screen revealing a wry smile.

The driver leaves them under a stack of looping highway overpasses, but she can hear it as soon as she steps out of the car, and see it. Light. Voices. The air is warm.

He starts to walk toward it. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“More or less the only place there is to go at this hour.”

He takes her hand.

By the time they make it to the canal, the streets are jammed with people. Teenagers in packs. Selfie-stick-toting tourists crowding the stone bridges. Uniformed nurses offering Covid tests. Hawkers selling glow sticks and light-up bracelets.

The skyscrapers rise up on either side of the canal like the walls of a neon-clad canyon, the signs flickering so bright that the nighttime sky is a starless, hazy gray.

By the time they have walked the mile from one end of the canal to the other, the light on their faces, she is slightly breathless, giddy with triumph at having acquired a pink feather boa and a foil pinwheel on a stick that she has stuck through the loop in her ponytail. She yanks him into the stalls by the arm, says that they simply have to stop, pries open her wallet to fish for yen, all of the coins mixed in with American quarters and nickels.

She declares to him that she is famished, that she may never sleep again. He smiles, reaches back to spin the pinwheel behind her head, tells her that he definitely believes her.

They follow the crowds away from the canal like they are floating down a stream, end up on a crowded street with just as many signs, just as bright but lower to the ground, some of them sculpted into enormous shapes. A giant crab with animated legs. A dragon curling around a turret advertising ramen. They stop, of course they stop, exchange yen for paper tickets, eat standing at the counter, hunched over their steaming bowls, watching the crowds pass. Two stalls down, they cannot resist the sign – an enormous 3-D octopus, its legs dangling over the sidewalk – or the takoyaki steaming on the grill below it.

She holds the box, one golf-ball sized bite in each of eight slots, and fusses with chopsticks while he just reaches over and picks them out with his fingers. They eat while they walk, burn their mouths, get grease on everything.

They turn into a covered arcade, flooded with light, noise, chatter, the beeps and bells of arcade games.

She gasps. Freezes in her tracks. Then, a little clap of her hands. She looks at him, and he knows before she even says it.

“I’m going to play pachinko.”

“OK,” he says.

“You look nervous.”

“You look like you’re about to gamble away your entire life.”

“Silly, I’m not going to do that. And you’ll stop me at some point, right?” She grabs his hand and pulls him into one of the parlors under the arcade.

“Do you even know how to play?” He’s talking to her back now, watching the pinwheel bounce, as she makes her way down the row of clacking machines, inspects each one. There are players seated at some of them, silent, focused.

“No, but you probably do,” she says, spinning around to face him as she reaches the end of the row.

“Do you think I know because I’m Asian?” He cocks an eyebrow, gives her a sly look. Hovers in close and lands a soft kiss, too quick, on her lips.

“I think you know how to play pachinko because you know everything,” she says sweetly, tilts her head to one side, loops an arm around his waist. The patrons nearest to them look up, shoot disapproving looks. “You do know how to play, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“See?”

“Pick a machine,” he says, releasing her and pointing her toward the row of games behind her.

“Can you show me how to get all the little balls?”

“Only if you say that fifty more times,” he says, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

She loses the equivalent of ten dollars in two minutes, the silver balls clicking over the pins and disappearing into the gutter at the bottom of the game console as computerized music plays, as the ring of flashing candy-colored lights around the machine’s edge reflect in her tired eyes.

Then, suddenly, she hits a jackpot. A scream from her, more clapping of hands. The machine blares all at once, the lights flashing all in unison.

“How much did I win?”

He watches the numbers flash, sitting in the seat next to her. “I think about four dollars.”

She grips his arm. “OK, let’s cash out right now. I will never be able to repeat this lucky streak.”

“You’re technically still down by six bucks, but…”

“Now. We have to go now.”

She cashes in her balls – she tries hard to say it fifty times – for a rhinestone-encrusted tiara that she adds to her ensemble. They are almost, almost, back on the street, back to him drawing out his phone and calling them a car to take them back to the hotel, when he grabs her hand.

“Hold on.”

He pivots her out of the pachinko parlor and across the covered arcade to another room. She’s winding down, dragging her feet a bit, the nervous energy going out of her.

Here, they face a long row of claw machines, lit from the inside and sheltering pile after pile of pastel-hued stuffed animals. There are only a few people here, kids mostly, gesticulating and shouting as the claws dip down and come back up empty, only to open their jaws and drop nothing into the prize chute.

She has never seen so many of these claw machines in one place, wonders if she is so tired that she’s hallucinating. She thinks back to the bowling alley in her hometown, the one sad claw machine by the shoe exchange desk where no one ever won anything and where the prizes – keychains and other cheap plastic trinkets – were imprisoned in little clear plastic eggs that collected dust. This was a whole other story. Her eyes scan the prizes and she can feel herself getting giddy again as she sizes them up – unicorns, baby chicks, Pokemon, Hello Kitty. All of them as long as her forearm.

“Pick one,” he says. His face is serious but she knows he’s kidding, trying it out on her. His cocky-boyfriend-winning-stuff-at-carnivals face.

“You know these things are a scam,” she says, adjusting the tiara with one hand.

“Of course,” he says. “But I have a technique.”

“Shocking,” she sighs, continuing down the row of machines.

She stops when she sees it, and she knows, pressing her hands against the glass. He laughs when he realizes what’s in the machine. He probably could have chosen it for her – he knows her that well at this point.

Teddy bears. Wearing teddy-bear-sized knit sweaters. The sweaters have pink hearts on them. “Japan made these bears just for you,” he says. “I’m surprised the sweaters don’t have your name stitched on them.”

“That would be so cute!” she says, giving an excited little hop that sends the pinwheel in her hair spinning in a slow circle.

She insists on trying the machine first, though. Another rummage through her wallet for change, another minute of picking out and then tossing back all the wrong currency before she finds the right one.

He stands behind her as the machine splutters to life, and she can feel his proximity, wants to lean backward, just a few inches, rest her head against his chest. But being here makes her feel cautious and unmoored and she doesn’t do it. She had maybe hoped it would be easier here, away from home, in a place where they were less likely to be noticed, more likely to be seen as just another foreign couple. She maybe thought it would be romantic, to be anonymous, darting around town with him. She wants to disappear with him, to exist outside the time and space of their lives. But they have been surrounded by their cast mates and the shows feel like work and she has not been sleeping. Touching him in public feels strange here, too, and though no one has said a thing to them, it makes her feel like she’s doing something wrong.

Watching the crane arm move forward, hover over the bears, she realizes that she is tired of being so cautious. Rehearsing the rules with him. No obvious social media stuff. Be careful around cameras. Say no to fans who ask for photos – this one especially pains her. And no PDAs.

But then what’s the point? She wants to ask him this but isn’t sure she wants the answer. Lives in fear of him shrugging his shoulders and asking her the same question back.

She hits another button and the spidery arms of the crane separate, creating a gasping space that’s roughly the size of her head. The crane plunges down and she is sure, she is so sure, for an instant, that she has it. The bear is hers. And then the arm pulls up and it is empty. Her shoulders fall. She can do nothing but stare. She wonders if she is about to collapse.

“Here,” he says.

He has yen ready. He took all of the American change out of his wallet before they even left for the airport. Of course he did. She knows he is the rational one in their relationship, the one who is planning against concrete timelines, focusing on what is realistic. And she is… she is tired.

He puts more money in the machine and edges closer to her, placing his hands over hers on the buttons.

“Ready?”

She nods and one of the pinwheel’s points scrapes against his cheek. He repositions with one hand so that it’s out of his way, presses his chin against her temple. He presses a button and the crane arm moves again.

She feels him breathing, feels him settle into that place that he goes to sometimes where he is there and not there. After all the years of competitions, he goes there so easily, like flipping a switch. It is muscle memory, like everything else. A thing that they all learn, train themselves into, but he is so good at it. Not just getting into this place but staying there.

Her attempts through the years are hit or miss. She will get there, feel like everything around her is vibrating, barely notice the ice under her blades, she feels weightless, the jumps easy, inevitable. And then something will distract her and she tumbles out of it – a face in the stands that reminds her of someone, she forgot to turn off the TV before she left home, a thread of a thought about him that she cannot find the beginning or the end of but that leaves her with a lurch of panic.

He tells her that this happens to him too, but feeling him behind her, she does not quite believe it. This is how he wins, she thinks. By disappearing.

He hits the second button, his hand still over hers so technically they are both pushing it, and the fist of the crane opens again.

His breathing gets even slower and she knows what his eyes look like, hovering over her shoulder, so focused on the crane arm that it’s almost like she can see them in front of her staring back. And maybe she can – his reflection is hazy in the glass.

She feels the worry rise. He does this during sex sometimes. Evaporates on her, goes someplace else. After a few times, she finally gets up the courage to stop him, touch his cheek, ask him where he’s gone off to. And he blinks at her, inches from her face, like he has never seen her before and then all at once he’s back and he’s himself, frowning at her – mock-frowning at her – gathering her up into his arms like nothing has happened and it’s fine. And it is fine. Isn’t it?

The crane disappears into a pile of teddy bears. Their breathing stops in unison, his lulled by concentration and hers stilted by fear.

Nothing. The crane will pull up nothing, the jaws closing fast. And then, at the last second, one of the crane’s prongs catches on something. The hem of a bear’s sweater. And it dangles there for an instant. She watches as two sets of eyes go wide in the glass. She thinks it will fall. The crane moves. And then it doesn’t.

They both start shouting. She leaps into his arms, nearly toppling both of them. The tiara goes flying, lands somewhere under the row of machines. Neither of them will think about it until they are home, until she is recounting the story to their friends over dinner, until she gets to the part about the pachinko.

And he will remember, all at once, squint at her like she is someone he knows and does not know, and he will say, “Wait. You had a tiara, didn’t you?”

Back on the street, holding his hand, the teddy bear tucked under her arm, she tries to discern if the sky is changing because the lights around them are getting brighter, or because the sun is rising.

The streets grow quiet.

Her feet stop in front of the hotel. She looks up at the sign, looks back at him.

“Oh god,” he groans.

“It could be fun.”

“Do you even know what this place is?”

“Of course I know,” she says, rolling her eyes and tossing him what she hopes is one of her worldliest smiles. It does not have the intended effect and he laughs.

“It’s going to be gross and weird in there,” he says. “And our hotel is seriously a ten-minute Uber away.”

“How do you know it’ll be gross and weird? Have you stayed in one before?”

“Oh jeez… of course not. Stop looking at me like that.”

She is not entirely sure how she’s looking at him, but, as the color rises to his cheeks, she hopes she can keep doing it. She is not sure she can stay standing much longer. She does not let go of his hand, tugs him toward the door.

They are checked in ten minutes later. He pays, uses his four words of Japanese then gives up and lapses into English when it’s clear that the woman at the desk speaks it. He blushes all the way to the tips of his ears the entire time, eyes darting nervously around the lobby, scanning the cheap chandeliers.

She stands back and watches, casually twirls the pinwheel with one finger, tries desperately not to dissolve into peals of laughter.

This part of the story, they will never tell their friends over wine.

He slaps the key card against the room door, not looking at her, and when the lock clicks, he pushes through into the darkness. She follows him.

When she reaches for the light switch next to the door, his hand instantly covers hers. She is surprised by how close he is, how quickly he’s moved. She can feel his breath on her lips.

“Don’t do it.”

“Why?” she laughs.

“You don’t want to see what this room looks like, trust me,” he says, and she can hear the smile in his voice more than she can see it. But she detects something else too, a familiar edge.

When his hand moves to her waist, she snaps the light on. The room is purple.

“Oh wow, OK,” she breathes, looking at the room over his shoulder.

“I told you.”

There are ruffles. A baby version of the chandelier in the lobby. A coffee table with a vase, a single red carnation. Tracks of neon tube lighting along the ceiling. A water cooler next to the bed.

“At least it’s not Hello Kitty-themed.”

“How dare you,” she gasps in mock horror.

Then, without another word, she untangles herself from his grasp. Drops the teddy bear on a chair. Makes her way over to the bed and perches herself on the edge. Leans back on her arms. Crosses her ankles.

She has a plan about how she will look at him, a certain tilt of her head, downward a bit, how she will very slowly draw the pinwheel out of her hair and gently blow against one of its points, sending it spinning. She imagines his face, his eyes as his jaw tightens. None of it happens. It doesn’t have a chance to. His mouth is on hers before she has a chance to do any of it.

It’s hard to kiss someone when you’re both laughing.

“Shh, stop.”

“No, you stop.”

They giggle into each other’s skin. They stop, eventually. Compose themselves. Slow down. One of his hands has made its way under the waistband of her leggings, she is twisting against his fingers, when she stops him.

“I hate this bed,” she says, breathing hard. “It’s freaking me out.”

He looks around the room, thinking. Holds out his hand to her. She takes it. He stands her up.

“Back up,” he says.

Gently, his hands on her waist, he presses her back until she’s standing against the wall opposite the bed.

“What are we doing?” she breathes as he bends to kiss her neck.

He doesn’t answer, but she sees it, the hard glimmer in his eyes. He looks nowhere but at her.

When her knees buckle under the weight of his kisses, the weight of her own tired body, he presses his hips against hers, grasps one of her knees and draws it up behind him, over his hip. An instant later, she is fully off the ground, braced between the hard press of his body and the wall, her legs wrapped around him. They don’t even bother taking all of their clothes off.

Before he enters her, he places a kiss at the corner of her mouth, leans his forehead against hers.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

She cannot form the words to answer, shifts her hips against him in response.

When she gasps, shudders against him, moans against his lips, he follows an instant later, drawing one hand back from the wall to touch her chin, draw her face forward to look at him. Their breathing slows. Her feet touch the floor.

“I love y…”

“I love you.”

Their voices collide midair, and she feels something break open inside her. She wraps her arms around him, collapses against his shoulder.

Later, they will pull their clothes all the way back on, still half-whispering when they don’t need to. They will decide against the bed, even though she is so tired she could sleep anywhere. Could sleep standing up. Her legs wobble and he catches her elbow, steadying her.

It is light when they get in the car. Lighter when it pulls up to their hotel.

Back in the room, their shared room, he coils himself against her back, brushing her hair off her forehead. He has turned up the AC as high as it will go, has closed all the curtains to block slivers of light. And she sleeps.

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