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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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WhatsApp? Part 8. (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: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory thank you for reblogging! I notice every note and reblog you left me, babez! But I have a seriously hard time responding even to my own gf at the time, bcs I'm in the more depressed mood. Sorry.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part seven

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

The big evening finally came. Every one of you was in the backstage, listening to some stand-up comedian. He truly was hilarious.

It was simple - there was a hall full of people who had bought the tickets in pre-order. All of that money went to a charity. Then they could give more money if they wanted to the lady by the ticket station. After every show, the hall cleared out and people with tickets on the next show sat at the tables, ordered some drinks and waited for it to start. Some shows had twenty minutes, but there were other people, who had five minutes lasting shows as you were.

There were even people from the Marina present, those who were voted to take the check from Tony Stark himself as well. And they looked like they had a hella good time.

"I will sit next to you, would you mind?" - Deena said, already sitting down. You scooped a bit further to make some place for her ass. Then the both of you turned your heads to look at the guy performing. You both laughed. There was some singers, some bands, some other Charity workers - there was basically everyone. You even got a bit too excited when you saw Pepper freaking Potts sitting at the table in the back of the hall next to Happy Hogan.

Through the whole evening, you texted with Steve. You told him every of your itsy bitsy feelings and he was so kind that he has listened to you all the time. Meanwhile, girls have done your make-up and your hair, so you looked like a real lady coming straight from the forties.

May's hair was the hardest do make - she had a long, strong hair and she has a hell lot of them, which made it almost impossible to do. Yet she was now standing behind you on her high heels, looking definitely breathtaking.

Y/N: Never realizes that there will be so many people out here! I'm getting pretty nervous, handsome.

Steve: Do not freak out. It is going to be completely fine. We are here out with Bucky and Sam, pouring down some drinks. We are looking forward to your performance, girls. We truly do.

Y/N: Yeah, looking forward to seeing me killing somebody else?

Steve: Stop it. You will be great. And you will not convince me otherwise. And I will be there to see all of it.

That made you smile. Steve was the mental and emotional support to you every step you made and every breath you took, just like in that The Police song. When you felt insecure about you looking fat, Steve reminded you of how blown away he was just with the way you looked in that costume. When you thought that your make-up and your hair is too much, Steve texted back that you'll be beautiful to him no matter how much you'll put on.

He truly was trying to make every one of your little insecurities go away and he was doing a great job.

"He's somewhere out here tonight?" - Deena asked all of a sudden. She and Val took some really sultry sapphic photos before that and you were sure that they'll be used when you'll recap your whole year on the office Christmas party. They both looked sexy as hell, Deena even went so far she had shortened her skirt and wear her super push-up bra to make her cleavage more visible.

"Not at the moment, but he'll be. Yeah." - You nodded with a shy smile of a nervous girl. It was so strange, knowing that Steve will be there, checking out each of your moves with his bros.

You never showed him your face, but daily life pics became a next step between for the two of you. When you were at work, you took a simple headless selfie in the bathroom mirror, at lunch you photographed your food and you also sent him a photo of you in your PJ, doing a routine movie watching with some popcorn and Coke.

Steve, on the other hand, was a serious piece of cake. You drooled and you didn't even realize that your mouth was wet all over from your own saliva.

To say that Steve was buffed as fuck was a serious understatement. He was ripped like a Greek god. Maybe even they were nothing on his body. His usual daily selfie was a mirror one with him having a white, usually sweaty t-shirt and grey work out sweats. There was usually a bottle of water included. Sometimes he snapped a quick picture of him getting ready. Once you even felt your heart-stopping because of the sight of his collar bones and shoulders in a work out tank top.

At that moment, you were ready to call yourself some good ol' ambulance, because your eyes were drowning at that sight. He was a guy with a naturally sweet nature, so huge and ripped and yet somehow he hadn't found a girlfriend to be with. You couldn't comprehend.

Before meeting him on WhatsApp, you didn't believe in fucking miracles - but here he was and he seemed to be into you. You were hella out of your mind.

Yep. You had gotten off because of those pictures. Once or twice. But that was not your fault at all. You were a woman, someone who had their specific needs. That's just how it was. And Steve seriously was someone who even Val found seriously attractive.

Girls from the office were obsessed all over you two - sometimes, Deena and Suzie sang that you're in love and you answered that you're not. Which obviously became a really dramatic I won't say I'm in love from Hercules. But yeah. Just to be honest, you were all over the fucking place bevause of him. Which happened never ever before. And you haven't even met that man at the time. It was really fucking weird. It felt like his face isn't important to you - you knew him. That's what mattered.

"Do you think you'll be able to see him? Like a sixth sense? It would be as exciting as the end of the Titanic." - Deena sighed dreamily. You frowned at that.

"If you think that the death of basically 60% of the passengers was exciting... You do you I guess." - You answered with a strange expression on your face.

“Hey. You have that sexy hunk just waiting for every word you want to write to him and not each of us has the opportunity to have that. Some of us just develop a simple crush on Leo DiCaprio. Did you even see that little angelic baby in that movie? Jeez.” - Deena giggled. When she started, she was deadly serious, but in the end, she was laughing.

But she was totally clear about her crush on Leo. She even had a collection of t-shirts with Leos face on it. But she was all truthful - not everyone finds someone like you found Steve. All it took was a couple of coincidences and there you were.

“But it's nice. Men like that remind you that gentlemen are not a dead thing yet, even now.” - She leaned her shoulder into yours, smiling all happily. - “But I am a bit jealous about all of that, not gonna lie.”

Your head slowly bobbed and you leaned your forehead into khaki green cap masterly pinned into her hair with some pinnets. She was looking all good.

And she was right per se. Steve was truly something the others could be only possibly jealous of. And you should be really, really glad for him

And your gratefulness was the thing that made you all nervous about him being present while you do a total asshat in front of anybody else.

The time flew past you without you barely noticing. There were two other performers in the line in front of your office, and at the next moment, May was gripping your elbow and lead you to the moral hooray before you actually went to the stage. She was probably the best motivational speaker you ever heard, those men and women with courses were nothing on May Parker.

“Okay ladies, I am sincerely proud of you for not being afraid and actually doing all of this. I can't even express how happy I am that I found so many amazing women to do something like that with me. You're all looking flawless, pretty and lovely and I know we will nail the choreography because we worked hard almost every evening for the past few months, we will nail it. And now stand up and let's kick the others their asses!” - May yelled cheerfully. Every one of you clapped, those who had the need to express themselves louder, those cheerfully blew a whistle for May.

You feel a little confident - nothing too much harsh, nothing too big, but at least you felt positive about yourself when you took your chair and walked onto the stage.

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“Can you feel the tension in the air? Something's coming.” - Sam nudged Bucky's side with his elbow. Bucky just gave him an ice-cold look and took his another beer from Sam's palm.

Steve made Sam take the tickets from the lady sitting behind the counter with all highschool girl nervousness - he was able to almost kill Sam when he joked about leaving the tickets on the counter. He was super nervous, super curious, almost not able to keep the feelings contained inside.

Their small group walked into one of the back tables with a clear view - you tried to take the best places which will be basically on the distance of a stretched arm. It was also close to the bar, which was some great news for Sam.

“Just jokin', Mr. Grumpy. I'm kinda curious about that girl. You plan on showing us or you will keep a secret?” - Sam sat on the other side of Bucky, taking a strong swing of his beer.

“Probably a secret. It would not be fair for you to know her face before she knows mine.” - Steve giggled and crawled deeper into his hood. He was worse than Natasha when she was on her missions, just tried to keep his identity in secret, but that was extremely hard because of how enormous he was.

“Like if birdbrain knew what intimacy or privacy is.” - Bucky said with an ironic tone of voice which made Sam frown as hell again.

“Well excuse me, but I know today's world more than you two will ever have the chance to. Don't try to make me angry, 'cause you can lose your biggest guide just like dat.” - Sam said with all serious face, but every one of them knew that he's shitting them.

Y/N: Okay, it's here. Wish me luck, cross your fingers, do whatever the hell you want, but enjoy it.

A text came just short second before all the lights turned down and Steve curiously wiggled on his chair with an expression of a small child. And at that moment, a serious load of ladies in forties female formal clothes came out of the curtains with chairs in their hands. And even tho he couldn't see the shirt you had under your uniform, at that moment, he exactly knew which one of them is you.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #mcu #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #steve rogers imagine

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cookieswriting · 5 years

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Make This Right (SEAL Team)

Fandom: SEAL Team Prompt: Falling from a Great Height Characters: Clay Spenser, BRAVO Team

((The physical whump doesn’t come til next chapter, but there’s some emotional whump here for ya hehe))

“Figures that the cake-eaters are sending us out yet again, before we even get a chance to breathe,” Ray muttered, eyes flicking over to Sonny as they all started packing their equipment.

Clay watched the team silently for a moment, feeling the weight of the world press down on his shoulders. A nagging voice in the back of his mind accused that this latest spin-up is on him...because his father leaked more information about DEVGRU missions, and once again implied that he’d gotten it from his son. Since they’d found out - particularly since they’d gotten word immediately after of their new mission - Bravo had been short and biting with him. Trent and Brock hadn’t spoken a word to him, Sonny hadn’t really said much of substance to anyone considering he’d only been released from the hospital three hours prior to getting called back, and Jason hadn’t taken time to listen to him. The Team Leader had cut him short when Clay’d attempted to defend his innocence, telling him that they hadn’t even gotten over Korea and didn’t need to be dealing with another issue so soon.

Still, the youngest team member hated the idea of spinning up with this tension between them. “Hey, guys, I need to say something before we-”

“Unless it has to do with why the hell you didn’t follow us to the infirmary after we got Sonny out of that God-forsaken torpedo tube, now is not the time, Spenser. Pack it up and let’s go.”

The sharp retort of his Master Chief startled him, Clay’s back straightening instinctively and emotions sliding from his face. The entire team fell silent, their stares adding to the heaviness on the blonde’s back.

“It’s no big deal, boss-man, we know he was too busy talkin’ to his daddy,” Sonny joked, coming into Clay’s cage to punch his shoulder as the rest of the team chuckled somewhat uneasily. The Texan might as well have punched him, full force, in the gut...he’d never thought the team was bothered that he’d lingered after Sonny had been cleared out. Shock and helplessness had left him unsteady as they’d carried his teammate away, and he’d needed a moment to gather himself and process the fact that they hadn’t lost Sonny. The orange cap had become something of an anchor in the week since that hellish day; he’d honestly found himself grateful that Sonny had yet to ask for it, the reminder that his family, his true family, was still intact.

And then his father had to ruin everything. Again. He was going to lose his team, whether emotionally or by his removal, because of that asshole, and there was clearly nothing he would be able to say or do to stop it.

Lisa Davis watched the exchange from the doorway, and recognized the gravity of the moment...the potential that it had to break Bravo Team. Clay was taking their words to heart, though she knew their reactions were borne of frustration towards the Brass for sending them out before Sonny could really recover from his traumatic incident and not towards Clay.

After Sonny’s joke, the team fell back into tense silence and boarded the plane. Clay set up his hammock as far back in the plane as he could. Davis noticed a familiar orange baseball cap tucked in his back pocket as he settled down and fell asleep, an attempt to avoid his teammates she was sure.

“Sonny, Jase,” Lisa called quietly once she was certain that he was actually sleeping. She gestured for them to join her near the straps.

“Hey Davis, what’s up?” Sonny drawled. She hated how just his voice stirred emotions in her chest that they had yet to talk about - and wouldn’t be able to until they got back from whatever hell this latest mission was sure to bring.

“Are you pissed at Spenser?” Sonny’s face scrunched in confusion, and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Is this about what I said in the cages about the infirmary? I was pissed off about this whole fiasco, he was the easiest target to lash out at, kid knows not to take that shit to heart.”

“Yeah well he did,” Lisa snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “If any of you had bothered to pay attention to him, you might’ve noticed him completely shut down.” The rest of the team started to gather, hearing the bite in her voice and realizing something was up. “Starting with your comment about him not following to the infirmary,” she pointed at Jason first, then to Sonny. “And then he really withdrew when you made the comment about his father.”

Sonny shook his head. “Nah, I was just jokin’...”

“His father leaks a story about one of our missions and implies that Clay was his source before Korea...and apparently another story while you were out, which I’m sure he heard about as soon as you landed Stateside.” Her gaze passed around the teammates, frustrated that none of them had picked up on their youngest teammate’s distress. “He’s probably wrecked about it, and was looking to his team for support. Instead he got accusations and snark about the very thing he’s afraid people think he’s guilty of.”

“We all know Ash is an asshole,” Ray insisted. “Just like we all know that Clay would never betray us...he’s not his father…”

Lisa huffed. Men. “Did anyone bother to let Clay know those things? That you don’t believe his father like everyone else seems to?” The lack of response was answer enough. “That kid has spent his entire life in his father’s shadow, has spent his entire military career fighting to make the name Spenser mean something positive, but his old man has gotten in the way every single time he’s tried. But with this new book, and these interviews where Ash is implicating his own son? The first time was easy enough to write off, but the second time not so much…” She shook her head. “He is so used to people seeing the worst in him, seeing his father in him, and when he tried to make sure his team didn’t look at him like everyone else, you snapped at him and reinforced his belief. Great teamwork there, boys.” She turned to walk away from them, but stopped and spun back to Jason and Sonny. “And as far as the infirmary shit is concerned, I wasn’t there, but I can tell how shaken he was by what happened in that sub.” She turned her eyes to Sonny, who looked devastated himself. “Even thinking his team has turned on him, he still holds on to your stupid lucky hat. I haven’t seen him without it since you got home.”

Sonny’s flinch was somewhat satisfying. Good, he needs to realize what’s going on with that kid. “I...I just assumed it’d gotten left behind on the sub.” Lisa gestured towards the other end of the plane. Sonny turned and approached the blonde silently, clenching his jaw and sighing when he caught a glimpse of the hat in his brother’s back pocket. He returned to the others with a fresh sense of dejection. “Fuck.”

“You need to leave him be for now...but make this right,” she growled, staring down each and every man around her. They all nodded solemnly, and dropped onto the bench seats silently, waiting for Spenser to wake up or for time to prepare for the mission. Lisa left them to their thoughts and settled in to get some sleep herself.

#SEAL team fanfic #badthingshappenbingo #clay spenser whump #clay spenser #jason hayes #sonny quinn #lisa davis #trent sawyer #ray perry #brock reynolds

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photonconductor · 7 years

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rusta.arc has a Wild Night Out and Things Get Deep

Alto sighed. The familiar jingle of the Red Bear Tavern's door rang against his ears. Normally, he would've been glad to hear that tune and see Kayaj's smiling face greeting him. Today, however, wasn't quite the same as usual. His hand was still on the door handle to the tavern itself, not yet daring to go inside, to scan the room itself. It was practically empty, aside from Kayaj scrubbing away idly at a glass with a dish rag and a certain redhead slumped over the edge of the bar.

There was a drink firmly in his hand, though Alto couldn't see his face. He really had planted it firmly in the wood. The fact the bar was so empty made Alto realize just how quiet it was in here. Despite the occasional sounds from outside, there was nothing but a tense atmosphere inside. It was weird to see it so quiet.

"Alto, ya made it." Kayaj's greeting snapped him out of his thoughts and Alto's face twisted into a strained smile. However, it quickly fell into surprise as Rusty--who had been planted face first into the counter top--raised his head at that.

"Alllltooo! Heeey, buddy!" Rusty said cheerfully, though a few of those sounds had slurred together and Alto had to strain his ears for a moment. The Conductor couldn't help but grimace too. He suddenly understood why Kayaj had called for him so late.

It wasn't like Alto had been asleep either... somehow tonight he just had a hard time sleeping. Not to long after Alto had spend trying to find things to do in his room to help him fall asleep, a guard told him that Kayaj had asked for him. It wasn't like Kayaj ever really asked for him before, so he felt obligated to come. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't this.

Rusty's face was a pretty even shade of red and his gaze was unfocused. He tried to raise his glass in his hand, but his arm lazily dropped it back into the counter top. Rusty was definitely intoxicated. Alto hurried to the bar counter himself, pulling up a seat next to Rusty. He had to force himself not to choke from the sheer smell of his friend. He reeked of booze!

"Eugh, you smell awful! How many of those did you have?!" Alto couldn't help, but cough at that. Rusty merely grinned at him with a lopsided smile.

"Awh c'mon, Alto! Live a little! Ish not every day ya get t' live like this one!" Rusty slapped him on the side of his shoulder, and not too gently either. Alto could only mumble a quiet "ow" before rubbing at it. Despite the situation Alto was in, it was still strange to see his friend like this. Rusty did always drink, but he was never this out of it. Kayaj was quick to step over closer to Alto, shaking his head gently.

"I tried telling him we closed up shop hours ago, but he just wouldn't give it up. I didn't have the heart t' kick 'im out... He's my best customer after all." Kayaj sighed at that, still idly cleaning the glass. Right, Alto thought, Kayaj couldn't go home and rest either if Rusty was still here. Alto scratched at the back of his head. What exactly could he do about that though...?

"Hey, Kayaj, c'mon gimme another one!" Rusty gently held out the glass to the bartender, shaking it gently, "I promise this is the last one! I just need t' keep my buzz goin' a lil' longer. You get what I'm sayin', don't 'cha?"

"Oh, no you don't." Alto was the one to cut in, putting a hand over Rusty's. He gently pushed down to set the glass, and his hand, onto the counter top. Rusty turned his head back towards Alto, his lopsided grin suddenly scarce from his face. He was giving him a more more confused look at that. Alto felt a little bad for saying no to his friend, but he had to stop him here.

"That's enough for you for one night. C'mon, we should be getting back... You're going to get a major hangover if you keep this up." Alto frowned at him. He was worried... Rusty never drank this much. Even if he was a little loose at times when they drank (well, more specifically when Rusty drank and Alto watched him) together, he stopped after awhile. Whether it was because Alto was with him or a lady had caught his attention, Alto was never sure.

Rusty let out a puff of air through his nose before he planted an elbow against the counter top. He was clearly disgruntled by the black haired boy refusing him, but he still didn't budge from his seat. Kayaj and Alto exchanged glances, but it wasn't long before Kayaj began walking away towards the back. Clearly something was wrong with Rusty and Kayaj felt he didn't need to be there to hear whatever it was. Alto silently thanked him for it.

"Rusty... what's the matter with you? Why're you out this late?" Alto leaned forward and Rusty leaned away. His face looked sour, now, that happy smile already wiped clean. His eyes glanced back between Alto and the bottles of liquor before he leaned back.

"Maaaan! You really had t' go and ruin my buzz, huh?" Rusty's head rolled to meet Alto's gaze, "I don't need a babysitter. Why don't you just go home, Alto?" At that, Alto felt his shoulders stiffen a little.

"Rusty," Alto said a little more forcefully, as if he were scolding him, and Rusty stared at him. There was an awkward bit of silence before Rusty ran a hand through his hair. He let out a long sigh before slumping over the counter top again. All the while Rusty fidgeted, and the Conductor could only watch his friend and fellow knight in confusion. Rusty wasn't exactly the type to open up constantly... but he had a lot of baggage to carry. With being kicked out of his desert camp when he was only ten along with the man who he looked up to becoming a traitor, it weighed heavily on him.

Alto had his own issues, sure, but Rusty? Rusty took it with a smile and shrugged it off... most of the time anyway. Some things Alto was sure Rusty worried about deep down. He had opened up to him a lot these past long months but there were still some things Alto was never sure if Rusty would ever disclose.

"Did something happen?" Alto asked again and this time Alto noticed Rusty's jaw shift slightly. He was almost sure he saw his jaw clench but it was for a fleeting moment. Rusty continued to be silent beside a quiet mumble from him. There was a long pause of silence before the knight finally let out a heavy sigh.

"Some... some girl asked me to marry her." Rusty mumbled, finally saying it to the open air, and surprised even Alto.

"Really? That's great, Rusty!" Alto chimed in.

"No, it's not great, Alto!" Rusty suddenly snapped back and Alto blinked. He had gotten caught up with being happy with his friend he had nearly forgot. Rusty shyed away from commitment. He had told him long ago that he picked girls he knew he wouldn’t fall in love with. Alto didn't fully understand it, but Rusty's line of thought was different from his, especially when it came to matters about the Lambert knight himself. Even if Rusty thought he shouldn't have been born, Alto was glad he was. Even if it did mean he had to be dragged around on the occasion to hit on women.

"Wha--? I get it but..." Alto tried to speak, but Rusty interjected.

"Me, Alto! Marry me! The guy who's always the ladies man. The guy who's not even supposed t' have been born, much less be able t' marry some damn chick! That's so god damn rich! I thought she was jokin' at first, but no, she wasn't! Not in the slightest!" Rusty laughed at that, as if it were the funniest thing he had ever heard. His laughter echoed through the empty tavern and Alto felt his stomach tighten uncomfortably. The Conductor could feel himself sink slightly in his stool at that. Rusty managed to get a hold on his laughter, but chuckles still poured out of him.

"It's just... Can you believe it, Alto? Me? Could you see me, of all people, getting married, having a big ol' happy family? Gettin' homey and smoozy with some girl while our kids run around outside?" He gripped at his face with that crooked grin still hanging off of him. Alto couldn't help, but feel even more concerned. The way he laughed off that sort of thing, like it was some big joke, felt awkward. Once Rusty had settled down a little, Alto decided to voice his concerns.

"I'll admit, it is a little strange to hear you of all people getting married..." Alto agreed, but paused, "...But weren't you telling me how nice it is to have a family before?" Alto cupped his chin at that and closed his eyes with a thoughtful expression. The fellow knight let out a heavy sigh.

"Don't play that card on me, asshole." Rusty grumbled and Alto felt a smidgen of satisfaction, if only for the fact he knew he had hit something. The redhead had admitted that, but Alto's satisfaction soon melted away. He felt a little bad with how grumpy he looked.

"Sorry," Alto apologized and ducked his head down, "You told me before you don't date girls you won't fall in love with... so I guess I didn't expect to see you so upset over it." Rusty scoffed.

"I wasn't 'n love with her, trust me, but man... I don't even know why I'm upset either." Rusty laughed again, but this one sounded hollow. He straightened himself up a little, but found himself swaying still. Alto readied himself to catch his friend, just in case Rusty decided to pass out there, but he seemed to be trying to focus elsewhere. His eyes were back on the wall again as if he were seeing beyond them.

"Maybe its 'cause of you, Alto." Rusty mumbled and Alto found himself straightening up eagerly.

"Me?" Alto asked, surprised.

"Yeah... Since you came into my life, I never woulda thought twice 'bout havin' a little brother or, hell, being a big bro." Rusty went back to scratching at his hair again as if he were thinking, "Getting close to people isn't exactly easy when you've cut yourself off for so long, ya know? Hanging out with you eased that part of me, sure, but I don't know if I'm ready to move past that quite yet. I'm still getting used to this whole big brother thing, yeah?"

Alto blinked back at him with an owlish expression before a small smile cracked against his face. It wasn't like he didn't think he was important to rusty or anything like that, but it was still something Alto was getting used to. His family had been Lisette and Miss Rosa for so long it was funny to think his family was growing bigger; that it could grow bigger. Alto had a feeling the same went for Rusty.

"I can't say your idea of what a 'big brother' is is really that good," Alto teased and Rusty snorted at that.

"C'mon, admit it! We had tons of fun together! Don't you remember that one time when those girls totally thought you were some famous guy and wanted your autograph?"

"Rusty, that was you. They thought I was your butler."

"Oh, yeah, it was. Damn, I forgot that Conductor outfit really comes in handy for stuff like that."

Despite what was said, the two of them shared a laugh in the empty bar. Alto did have to admit even if Rusty was insistent on hitting on women constantly there was a few good laughs they shared between them. It wasn't always hitting on women, thankfully, but it was thanks to Rusty he got to see more of Lambert as a city. He wouldn't have if he merely stayed in the barracks all day just focusing on his goal.

It was strange just how much his view on this place had changed from when Mithra was crystallized.

His expression softened as the two of them were met with a quiet silence between them. Rusty was probably sobering up by now, Alto guessed. He felt bad for making Kayaj wait for so long for them, but the Conductor couldn't help but feel nostalgic for a moment. He wondered why... It wasn't like he didn't frequent Kayaj's tavern or anything to have it feel nostalgic to him. It was rare there was ever a quiet moment in the bar like this though. Sitting here, side by side with Rusty, was nice.

Still, Alto felt swept up in his thoughts at that. His mouth began moving before he could really register it.

"Its strange..." Alto said suddenly and Rusty looked at him. The Conductor leaned forward, gently folding his arms on top of the counter top before them. Instead of looking back at his friend, he chose so simply stare at the bottles of liquor Kayaj had carefully arranged as well.

"Sometimes its weird to think about being another person at one point. I've only ever known me as, well, me but Hilda used to look at me like she was seeing someone else. I still wonder if Klaus really saw me and not Elcrest. Even when the Eclipse happened, I started to doubt whether I really was myself and not just Elcrest. Now, I know who I am. Unlike him, I can have some sort of family. It's kind of a surprise, actually.

"You, Lisette, Miss Rosa... not to mention all the Tuning Knights are all important to me. I don't really think about it too much these days, but thinking on it now, back then, I was really scared... that I wouldn't really have a family like I thought I did..." Alto trailed off at that.

He had accepted that he couldn't be anyone other than himself. He had earned that right and even Elcrest had acknowledged it. Hilda saw Alto for Alto now, not just a friend from days long past. Who he was now and who he was then were two different people. Even if Lisette and Rosa weren't his real family by blood, he still cared about them. They hadn't had the same Amatsu ritual he and Rusty had shared but it was still the same. He still cared about Rusty, whether they were truly brothers or not.

"--Hey," Rusty spoke up and Alto glanced at him. Before he could do anything else, a hand was suddenly planted on top of Alto's head. Rusty rubbed his hair a little, ruffling it up enough to have it stick out in odd places. Alto felt his head instinctively bend down, but he didn't quite push Rusty away. He mostly didn't because he had been caught off guard by the gesture.

"Don't look so sad about it. You're gonna really kill my buzz then." Rusty mumbled before his hand slid away from Alto's head. The Conductor's eyebrows furrowed upward as he tried to glance at the spot he had rubbed. He reached a hand up to try and fix his hair before he heard his friend speak.

"Listen, Alto," he said and Alto's eyes held his attention, "I don't know what the hell went down between you and that Elcrest guy... and I don't care who says what you were or weren't. You're just Alto to me. You're my lil' bro, yeah? That's all there is to it." Alto found himself frozen for a moment, registering Rusty's words quietly.

"Yeah..." Alto agreed, continuing to smooth his hair down. He couldn't stop the smile cracked across his face at those words. Those words really solidified it to him; he was here now with Rusty. He wasn't anyone else; he was just Alto.

"Hey, what's that smile for?" Rusty teased, hooking Alto by the shoulders. Alto let out a gasp in surprise, mostly from being roughly pulled to the side.

"H-Hey!" Alto called out in surprise, but Rusty could only grin wider.

"Get ready then, 'cause this big brother needs to teach you some manners! You can't just go sayin' depressin' stuff like that, it's my job!" It wasn't long before Rusty's fist found its place where he had ruffled Alto's hair to pull him into a harsh noogie. Alto tried to squirm free of his friend's grasp, but Rusty had him in a death grip. Despite the dull pain of the noogie, Alto was laughing. Soon enough, Alto free himself from Rusty's grip. He seemed to at least sober up a little by now and finally Kayaj returned from the back.

"Good to see yer gettin' along," The man let a small chuckle rumble out of him.

"Sorry for taking so long," Alto was the first one to speak up before Kayaj waved a hand to dismiss his apologies.

"If you're really sorry, you can haul it on home now, right?" He was looking at Rusty when he said that though his smile never faded. The other knight let out a small sigh, waving a hand above his head.

"Right, right. Thanks Kayaj, we'll get on outta your hair already." Rusty let out a huff before he slipped off of the stool he was sitting on. Alto hopped down after him, though was quick to catch his friend when he saw him wobble. Rusty motioned a hand to show he was okay, but Alto didn't quite step away from him yet. The older knight fumbled around in his pocket for a moment before he clapped a few gold coins back on the counter.

"For the trouble," Rusty nodded once before his attention was back on his little brother, "I guess I might really need yer help gettin' home after all. How embarrassin'... You'd better not bring this up later." The redhead was staring daggers at him and Alto found himself laughing nervously under his sharp gaze.

"You really think I'd go and do that?" Alto asked and Rusty shook his head.

"No... I doubt Archibald would let me live it down if I got this hammered since I have patrol tomorrow." At that realization, Rusty let out a loud groan, "Ugh... I forgot all about that..."

"Don't worry, I'm sure I can help pick up some of the slack. I already do that anyway." Alto decided to move them along while they were talking so at least Kayaj wouldn't have to stay there even longer than he already was. Alto adjusted Rusty's arm to lay over his shoulder as they made their way out of the bar.

"Yeah, yeah, okay Mr. Hero. We get it. I really hope this hangover isn't going to put me out of it, I've some dates tomorrow!"

"You remembered that and not the fact you have patrol tomorrow?"

"C'mon, you expect me to forget about some beautiful girls?! How can you expect me to say no to that?"

Soon enough, the two friends were out the door with the bell of the Red Bear Tavern chiming loudly to signal their goodbye.

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