get to know ERIC CAPITAN.
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Taffyta was almost a little annoyed that Eric hadn’t tried to hit her up recently. She was annoyed when she didn’t see him at the ball and she was made only more annoyed when he didn’t hit her up after. She let it sit for a bit before she decided that enough was enough and she was going to go surprise him at his. She did send a text first, but not until she was at his door about to knock. If he was smart, he was the one who answered and not one of his bros. When the door did open and it was indeed Eric, Taffyta put her hands on her hips, looking at him expectantly. “Hello? Why haven’t you hit me up?” She let her hands fall to her sides. “You never told me how hot I look as a brunette.” The change was only made a day or two ago, but he had social media and eyes so she knows he saw it. At least as far as she was concerned he did.
eric is never fully prepared for whatever taffyta throws at him — it’s been that way for years. she comes in shades; a soft pastel pink that feels young and sweet, reminiscent of the girl he’d fallen in love with when they were in high school and hot pink that feels vibrant and almost off putting with it’s intensity when her mood shifts. so, when he opens the door to the house after receiving her text he’s silently hoping for anything other than an angry taffyta. and of course, he doesn’t get what he wants. “hey?” he greets, eyes confused and wide as she opens conversation with being upset. “i...i don’t know? I’ve been busy!” not necessarily a lie, he has been busy but he already knows the right answer would have been he’s never too busy for her. “i didn’t even know you dyed your hair!” he defends himself, hands up in surrender as he takes it all in. “but you look beautiful, as always.” because she does, even if he’s personally used to the blonde. but he’ll grow to love this too, he knows it. “i’m sorry.” what exactly is he apologizing for? having a life that didn’t revolve around her? yeah. and he knows it’s pathetic but what else is he supposed to do.
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entering the party with their arm linked through eric’s, ariel stops for a moment in their tracks to look around the entire ballroom. “is it impolite or trashy to hit up the bar so early?” they ask him, not knowing exactly what the protocol was regarding alcohol at events like these considering this was the first one they could legally drink at. but they felt like a drink was needed as quickly as possible. because to say that things had been weird between themself and eric lately would be an understatement. or at least, in ariel’s eyes it would be. in reality nothing that really changed between them since the kiss they’d shared under the mistletoe at his party - but that was exactly why ariel believed things to be so strange. they’d kissed!! and eric was acting exactly the same as he always used to around them - their date for the masquerade ball still on and not a word had been said about how this could be more than just friends going together like always. it was frustrating to say the least, but so far ariel has been content to let eric take the lead. that all changed tonight though, for ariel was determined that if he didn’t say something then they would. not so early into the night, of course, not wanting to potentially ruin the masquerade for either of them - but by midnight something would be said. @ohcapitans
truthfully, eric was not excited about tonight. masquerade balls sounded grand and beautiful, but in theory they were boring and honestly not the best way to ring in the new year. throw in the fact that his father would be in attendance and his desire to be here was thinning by the second. coming with ariel helped though, at least a little. he could always count on them to keep the laughs flowing and a smile on his face, so was the nature of their friendship — easy and chill. and the last thing he needed was for something to complicate that. “probably a mix of both no lie.” eric answers with a little laugh. he’s sure people like his father would think very little of the kinds of people who spent their night at the bar at these events, but eric can’t imagine getting through it any other way. “but, honestly you’re gonna need a drink so fuck what anyone else thinks. you have any idea what you want?” he asks, already leading them towards the bar.
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“When do you think they’re gonna start playing some good music?” Naveen practically whines, taking another sip of his drink as the dj started playing yet another ballad. This is his first big party since becoming human again, the first time in months that he can actually enjoy himself without depending on Flynn and Eric to babysit him the entire evening. Yet here he is at a table with Eric rather than the dance floor, because there’s no way he can have a good time when Beethoven is playing, or whatever the hell this is. Would it be too much to ask that they at least make it jazz? “If they don’t play something I can shake my ass to in the next ten minutes I’m making Flynn take it up with the king and queen personally.” What’s the point of having a best friend with a connection to royalty if he’s not going to use it to his advantage? // @ohcapitans
eric wasn’t really sure what he, or any of his friends really, had been expecting from the night. in the history of events like this — balls specifically — there’s hardly any fun to be had unless you make it yourself. and with one member of their trio down (or rather choosing to behave) there’s not much eric and naveen can do to make this night more fun. sure, they could start their own bullshit, that was never a challenge, but anything they did could potentially look poorly on flynn by association and that’s the last thing eric wanted. so, he’d just sulk in silence and drink. “never.” eric scoffs, not even trying to entertain the validity of Naveen’s statement. “oh, you know there will be no ass shaking at this event let’s be realistic.” he chuckles, patting Naveen’s back unapologetically. “and, in the spirit of realism...i don’t think the King and queen very much care about Flynn’s opinions, so that won’t get you far.”
eric needed to get out of there. the masquerade ball had never once been his idea of a good time, finding it too similar to the stuffy parties his father would throw for the company — events that were more work than actual party. they were always the same; boring. this one was no different. he’d hoped that since naveen was back to being a human he and his friends would quickly find a way to make the night more fun, but flynn was on his best behavior for the king and queen, and eric respected that. and a quick run in with his dad had showed him that he was also expected to be on some semblance of good behavior. so after a few drinks and spending a much deserved break from the party with a girl he’d just met, eric decided he needed to not be there. it’s how he and thorn find themselves walking up the path that leads to his favorite grotto, nothing but the night sky and memory to guide them. “i mean,” eric pauses trying to think over his answer. “i can probably name every jazz album ever released because of my best friend.” and that wasn’t even an exaggeration, over the years eric has not only listened to every jazz song naveen has played around him but also done his own research in an effort to show an interest in Naveen’s interests. “but i would have to say my go to artist is maybe prince? he’s a mix of everything you know? r&b, rock, sometimes goes into jazz. plus, imagine being that badass and unapologetic?” and then he looks at thorn and smiles a little “well, i mean you kind of don’t have to imagine but you get what i mean.” @hexgrlthorn
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There’s never been anyone in his life that Naveen loves quite the way he does Eric, the two of them inseparable since they were toddlers, simultaneously taking care of each other and acting like the biggest idiots imaginable. It should be no surprise now that Eric has taken good care of Naveen every second of him being a frog, going far out of his way to make sure he’s safe and content. As he sits in the sink though, he can’t help but wonder if their friendship has taken a weird turn. “You know I’m not actually a frog, right?” He gives Eric a stern look, something he’s not sure actually comes across because in the past few months he’s discovered that frogs aren’t particularly emotive. “I mean, I know I’m a frog. But I’m not Max, out here getting excited about dumb shit. No offense,” he adds, looking over at the dog with an apologetic smile. “I guess we’ll call him Dougal, though.” He says after starting at the duck for a moment, giving it the dumbest name he can possibly imagine.
“bro,” eric deadpans, tone serious and expression unamused for the first time in this conversation. “you’re deadass a frog what do you mean.” he knows, in hindsight, naveen isn’t an actual animal, clearly still possessing his thoughts and feelings -- and most importantly his ability to speak. but it should be noted that at his very core, he’s currently a frog. “also rubber ducks aren’t dumb, how the fuck dare you!” eric exclaims, face heavy with faux offense as if this is the worst thing he’s ever heard in his life. rubber ducks were cool -- they liked them when they were kids, and naveen hasn’t matured all that much since so eric doesn’t see the problem. “dougal?” eric snorts, rolling his eyes. “that’s not a fucking name, come on try harder.”
“So do I make a sexy Santa or what?” ( vidia )
“yeah,” eric nods, laughing a little as he brings his cup to his lips. there’s not even a hint of surprise on his face as vidia approaches him wearing a velvet dress. if anyone was coming to the christmas party dressed as a sexy version of anything, it’d be vidia. “but you already knew that.” the girl had more confidence in her pinky than he thinks two people combined could possess, and it’s one of the things he’s always admired about her. “you shoulda’ been an elf though. would have been more fitting.” he teases, patting her on the top of the head with a smile. @10kvidia
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“Oh you are, huh? Well don’t go making me look bad out there.” Serena liked to think she knew him better then most, but there were still corners of Eric she had yet to explore. Like moments like this , where he was so close but felt in a different world. Typically she’d pry, but this was Eric. Serena cared too much for him to be that girl. Instead her free hand came up to lightly squeeze his arm as she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder for a moment. “Oh, shut it. It’s not the nicest thing I’ve said about you.” Laughing she shook her head, pulling herself as close to him as she could while still walking. “It must be the cold, guess I’ll just have to keep close.”
“nothing could ever make you look bad, let’s start there.” eric chuckles, finding himself grateful for the way serena doesn’t seem to press about the momentary silence that passes over them. he hardly talks about the brief emotional distance that comes over him whenever his mother is mentioned, and he certainly doesn’t want to bring it up now that they’re supposed to be having fun. “that’s bullshit and you know it! name three nice things!” he jokes, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head to remind her that he is in fact just kidding. he knows serena has said nicer things in the past, but it’s so easy to tease her.
there’s something about this that feels almost perfect. when he and taffyta first stumbled their way back into his house, he hadn’t expected to get snowed in. and while he’s almost sure the weather hadn’t initially called for snow, he also could admit that the weather was the last thing on his mind. but with the snow fall showing no signs of letting up, and taffyta in his arms it feels almost as if this was a perfect thing. “did you want hot chocolate?” he asks, pressing his lips to her shoulder in a soft barely there kiss. “which...of course means you’d have to make it because i...don’t know how to make hot chocolate.” it’d be something he’d almost be ashamed to admit to anyone else; considering he’s too old to not really know how to use the kitchen. but there was never any reason to hide when it came to taffyta. @primadonnaracer
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The familiar comfort and care from Eric was as close to an addiction as she ever cared to get wrapped up in. Though with the holidays and the time of year of reflection Serena found Eric living in her head space more then normal these days. “A few times here and there. So thankfully, I’ll have you hear to catch me.” She teased. “Or I guess me catch you?” She questioned his ice skating ability with a little bump of her hip. “It does sound like a lot of fun though. Most things with you always are , Eric.”
eric nods as serena explains she’s tried ice skating before. “i’m actually pretty good.” he laughs, not even a little surprised that she found an opportunity to turn this on him. “my mom used to take me ice skating a lot when i was a kid.” and as always whenever he thinks about his mother, he grows quiet for a moment stuck in his head about a topic he hardly touches on with anyone. but serena’s voice calls him back the moment, and he leaves the eight year old boy behind for now. “you know, that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” he teases, turning to reroute them so they’re heading towards the ice palace. “you sure you feeling ok? or is the cold getting to you?”
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standing in line for the sleigh ride, flynn glanced over at eric and the little frog resting on his shoulder. memories of the last event flooding back and the hours spent looking for naveen after they’d lost him, he has no intentions of letting that happen again. “hold on,” he stops them from taking another step forward as the line moves up a bit and their turn to get on the sleigh nears. reaching out, he scoops up his amphibian friend and drops him into his jacket pocket. “the last thing we need is for you to go flying off a fucking sleigh. we’d never find you again.” @ohcapitans // @naveenmaldonia
it’s almost sad how this has become the new normal for them. initially, going anywhere with naveen perched on his shoulder was a thing that made people’s heads turn and filled eric with a small sense of unease. but at this point eric doesn’t even really notice it, hardly even gives it a second thought. so when flynn stops them from moving forward in line he’s a little caught off guard. “what’s wrong?” eric doesn’t protest or stop flynn as he picks naveen up, knowing full and well flynn wouldn’t do anything to him. “ooooh smart!” he nods. flynn was right, if they lost naveen last time just walking through the festival they’d never get him back if they lost him sleighing down a slope. “it’s even better now though, cause you get to be warm and toasty.” he pats naveen on the head with a smile. @naveenmaldonia
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vidia wasn't one to willingly share her feelings, since she was old enough to realize she could get hurt she had a wall up protecting herself. there weren't many people who she allowed to see her vulnerable but somehow eric had become one of them. he was on a short list of those she trusted and tonight she just needed someone to talk to. love was a foreign concept to her. her parents didn't give it. aside from a few friends she didn't feel it for anyone but herself. at least that had been true before penny came into her life. she'd gone from a girl she hated to someone she couldn't be without. now well.. things were more complicated than ever.
with the party over and vidia not exactly ready to go home and be lonely once again, she finds herself hanging out with eric replaying images of penny and her stupid boyfriend in her head. maybe it's the copious amounts of alcohol or maybe it's the fact she's tired of keeping it to herself that she blurts out a confession of love. eric's response does nothing to help her. how was love beautiful when she felt like this? " maybe it's beautiful when the person loves you back. " she answers bitterly, looking away from him and into her reflection in the water. she knows he has his whole thing with missy but this was different. eric could still have a chance with her. she fucked it up for herself by running away from her feelings. " not so much when she has a boyfriend and you're constantly reminded you're an idiot who blew your chance with the girl you love. " she looks back over at him and shrugs, " i'm a fucking idiot. " // @ohcapitans
oh. there’s a moment where eric is silent, letting his mind wrap around what’s more to the story. of course vidia would find herself in love with someone who was dating someone else — seemed like her brand of chaos. but his heart goes out to her, hating more than anything how upset she is, how clearly hurt she is. “fuck that. just tell her how you feel.” terrible advice, and some small part of him knows that it’ll only further complicate vidia’s life. but if their love was real, if it was true then nothing should stand in the way of that. would a confession be messy as hell all things considered? yeah. but vidia was the messiest person he’d ever met, so he can’t really wrap his head around why she’s so hesitant now. “you’re vidia fucking storm bruh. you take what you want, you’re a force of nature. that girl loves you too you just gotta fight for her.” he nods happily, positive he’s right. “and if she doesn’t love you back she’s a fucking idiot.”
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His entire life, Naveen has been known for doing dumb things. It’s part of his trademark — and part of his charm, he likes to think — everyone that knows him able to list off endless tales of his stupidity. But as he floats in the kitchen sink, waiting for his best friend to give him a bath because he isn’t self-sufficient enough as a frog to do it on his own, he can’t help but think this might be his dumbest moment yet. Making a disgruntled noise as Max jumps out to lick him, Naveen shoots the dog a glare before turning his attention to the rubber ducky Eric drops into the sink. He spends a long moment looking back and forth between his best friend and the duck, unsure whether he wants to laugh of cry. These past two months Eric has been nothing but supportive and helpful, the best friend Naveen could have ever possibly asked for, but he’s getting the sneaking suspicion that Eric is starting to have a little bit too much fun with this. Hopping out of the way as the duck starts to float towards him, he finally glances back up at his friend, letting out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this.” // @ohcapitans
there’s a long moment of silence, naveen undoubtedly judging him for the rubber ducky as he looks between the toy and him. eric doesn’t see what’s the big deal — he thought it was a nice sentiment! “what do you mean?” for the record, eric knows exactly what naveen means. as much as the offer to give him a bath was a genuine one that came from a place of love, the addition of the squeaky toy was indeed meant to fuck with his best friend. “it’s a little bath buddy! like when we were kids. you play with him only he’s your size now.” eric frowns as naveen hops away from the toy. he pushes it closer to naveen with his index finger. “don’t be like that, name him!”
this was becoming more common than he’d care to admit — walking with serena on his arm as if they were still together. he had no problems with her company, and he was just as guilty of blurring the lines of their relationship as he seeks her out sometimes too. but, as they walk through the festival together he can’t help but wonder if maybe they should talk about how often they hang out. or if he was better off leaving that entire topic alone. for tonight, at least, he could ignore it as he’d much rather just enjoy the moment before re-opening the wound of their breakup. “you ever ice skate before?” he asks with a small smile. “it looks fun, unless there’s something else you’d rather do.” whatever serena wanted he’d give in, he always does. @serenariverr
🛁 give my muse a bath (naveen feaiwnfowei)
it would be an oversimplification to say that eric was overcompensating in an effort to ignore a very obvious sense of helplessness. since the day naveen had been turned into a frog Eric has spent every moment going above and beyond to take care of him. it started small, being careful to always watch where he was walking around the house as to not step on him. and soon enough escalated into installing a tank and building a miniature habitat for naveen to keep in Eric’s room. as much as eric prided himself at being the most level headed (and intelligent) of their friend group, he was clearly not going to get naveen out of this. he didn’t have magic, he didn’t know anyone with magic and he had no answers for his best friend. he was helpless; just like he had been with his mother, when his own boat crashed and he nearly died. so, small things like this gave the illusion that he was contributing even if he was perhaps taking it a bit overboard. “max stop,” eric scolds the dog as he jumps up and tries to lick naveen. “he doesn’t like that.” eric plops naveen into the sink full of water, smiling before he drops a little rubber ducky toy in there with him. “i got you a friend!” he explains, pushing the little toy closer to his best friend. “whatcha wanna name him?” @naveenmaldonia
“ i can’t believe i fell in love … like an idiot. “ vidia
eric stares up at the night sky, feet idly kicking the water underneath them. sitting by the pool in his backyard with vidia was hardly anything new. the easy way she fit into his life was something that he’d long grown accustomed to, and with the final soccer game of the season coming up it only made sense that they’d be spending more time together than normal. if that was even possible as they already hung out frequently as is. what he’s not necessarily accustomed to is the nature of their conversation. vulnerability was hardly something he ever saw on vidia, sharp tongue keeping her secrets and thoughts hidden. but tonight she seemed to be thinking about something that troubled her. “hey,” he nudges her with his knee. “falling in love is beautiful.” a hopeless romantic at his core Eric finds himself falling in and out of relationship after relationship, hoping to feel the warm touch of love gripping him. and he had once, still feels it for that girl even now that they’re apart. things with missy had ended in a way he wasn’t the most pleased about, but he still looks back on that with nothing but fondness. knows that no matter how many times he gets his heart broken he will always think being in love was the most precious thing in the world, that no feeling could match the way he felt when missy looks at him. “you’re not an idiot for it. you can never be an idiot for that.” @10kvidia
“ someone thought we were a couple so like , we totally just hit best friend goals. “
since naveen had been turned into a frog a large challenge that presented itself to them was finding places they could grab food at. as expected not many restaurants were necessarily ecstatic to serve a frog and the few that were had intentions of capturing him to cook (which had been a nightmare). eric drops down onto the bench after placing an order at the burrito bros food truck — a little more low brow than they were used to, but eric couldn’t afford to be picky, and it was always cool to support a friend. “like....someone who already knows us?” he refrains from asking ‘back when you were a human’ because he knows it’s still something of a sore subject for Naveen. “or like a stranger who’s seeing us now?” eric asks slowly, fear already taking hold of him. “i don’t give off frog fucker vibes do i? because i...i can not deal with this right now.” @naveenmaldonia
