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mysticmunson · 8 months

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date night: alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader

summary: finally scoring a date, things go smoothly until you present, and only one alpha knows.

word count: 2.8k

authors note: hii so i wrote this like two months ago and tried wrapping it up to have it posted, but i enjoy this au so please request some expansion requests :)

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut 18+

The pungent smell of fryer grease sifted through the air of Benny’s, a mountain of food divided into a few plates as you sat with Robin, who was in the midst of discussing her most recent ‘study date’ with Vickie.

“Get this! We’re sitting there, talking about chemistry, and bam!” Robin exaggerates, voice lowering in fear of someone overhearing, “She looked at me and kissed me!”

You gasp, smacking her shoulder with the back of your hand, a french fry between your thumb and index finger.

The couple had kissed a few times now, but the excitement remained as you knew how badly your friend pined over the redhead.

“We just need to find you someone now.” She teased, taking a bite of her grilled cheese as a string of orange came from between the bread.

“I’m determined to get laid by the end of this month,” You proclaimed, giving yourself around 30 days, “I want to experience it because when or if I present, I want to be somewhat prepared.”

Presenting was a concern for your age group, freshly out of high school, as everyone awaited to discover if they would become an alpha or omega. There had been a few start to show, including your best friend, Steve.

His presentation was expected, his father a well-known alpha in town, and the traits of one showed early. He was fiercely protective of those he cared about, known to be more than good in the sheets, and strong. Having grown up with him, you saw it happen in real time, making it even stranger when you realized how attractive he became.

Still, Robin supported you on your journey, but worried for your safety. Over analyzing any recollection you shared of a man flirting with you, deciding he was a murderer or ugly, or both.

In her bedroom, you stood in a loose blouse, tucked into a jean skirt and a matching jacket. Applying another layer of lipstick, you fretted over your appearance as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30, and for your date to pick you up here.

“Steve is coming over.” Robin mentioned, sipping on her water bottle, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

“Okay,” You reply, “We just need him gone by the time Devin comes.”

Steve was a great best friend, but he could be a real pain in the ass. He had been scaring any potential boyfriend away since middle school, deeming them not good enough or them being too intimidated by him as he faked a macho persona.

For the plan to work, he couldn’t know. He would go on a tangent about how you didn’t have to have sex just to do it. That was true, but it was hard to listen to a guy who had numerous sexual partners preach it.

The front door swung open as if on cue as you and Robin went to the living room, Steve kicking off his shoes. He began his rant about work, Family Video making him lose hair from stress and children yanking on his hair.

You paid attention, but kept an extra eye on the clock, noticing the hands nearing 6:30. Cursing Steve’s tangent for not letting him leave sooner, you swallowed your anxieties, peaking to make sure a car wasn’t outside. As inconspicuously as possible, you stood and went to grab your heels from Robin’s room.

Toeing quietly, you were hoping to go unnoticed, but Steve decided to be aware for one of the first times tonight. “Where are you going? You’re dressed up.”

Shrugging, you leaned against the wooden door, “Just out for the night, a friend is picking me up.”

A terrible liar, you thought of something that wasn’t completely fictional, however, they both could tell. The sight of headlights caught your attention, standing straighter, “Okay, bye!”

Robin rushed to the front door to stick her head out as you walked away, “Wrap it before you tap it!”

Embarrassment crawling up your neck, you flicked her off behind your back, opened the car door, and stepped in.

“What!” Steve gasped, startling Robin as she shut the door and who hadn’t expected him to follow her or hear him. Thankfully, the car had pulled away, leaving a confused man with a bit too much heat in his cheeks at his best friend to get some.

“I’m just kidding, Harrington. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Robin snarled, shoulder-bumping him as she went back to her couch.

The date was fine, Devin was a kid you’d gone to school with since diapers. He had boyish features, cheeks a bit chubby with dimples, and was always polite. He had asked you to hang out a few days prior, agreeing on tonight.

Curls in your stomach that you attributed to nerves hadn’t vanished, even as you both mutually realized midway through your walk in the park that things were platonic.

Heat simmered within you, discarding your jacket and feeling beads of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. It wasn’t hot outside, even as you walked around and chatted.

“Are you okay? I don’t mean to sound rude, you don’t look well.” Devin questioned, a hand on your shoulder as your legs began to wobble.

Nausea flooded you before dissipating, wavering emotions as you tried to make sense of what was wrong.

Through the nerves, you kept thinking of Steve. How he would let his fingers trail against your lower back in hugs, kiss your head when leaving, and put his hand in front of your body when he hit the brakes too hard while driving.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling tears threaten through. As you made that statement, you felt the surge between your legs, knowing you had presented.

It couldn’t be happening now. Not with someone you didn’t know well. Not when you hadn’t been able to score a boyfriend first. Not now.

“I think I need to go home, I’m so sorry-” You began, huffing as streaks of mascara fell down your warm cheeks.

Assuring you it was okay, Devin drove you home, even stopping to get you a snack to make your stomach feel at ease. While it didn’t help, you appreciated the thoughtful gesture and thanked him as he waited for you to get securely in your apartment.

The space went from chilly to scorching, removing any amount of clothes you could besides a pair of boyshorts. Your mind raced with confusion as your nipples became hard, feeling a chill, but like a fire on ice.

Anxieties without category hit you, curling in a ball as you cried, sitting on your floor. It felt pathetic, but no stream of thought was strong enough to withstand the hormones.

Time slipped by as you tried regulating your breathing, applying slight pressure on your clothed core. A shrill ring came from your black phone, lifting the handle and pressing it to your ear.

“You were not supposed to answer!” Robin grumbled, already giving the heads up that she’d call to see if you were getting some, that no answer would be her answer. You had forgotten this rule, her tone making you bring in a fresh set of tears.

On the other end, Robin sat in her room with Steve walking in, not staying in the living room as she had asked. Her priorities were averted to the cry on the other side of the phone.

“Wait, what happened? Why are you crying? What happened with Devin?” Robin frantically questioned, Steve glancing over with furrowed brows as Robin had never stated who she was speaking with.

“Devin? From junior year math class? That was the friend?” Steve grimaced, toying with nicknacks in his friend’s bedroom, earning a finger on the lips to quiet him down.

“I presented,” You whispered, “I’m so scared and uncomfortable and overwhelmed! What alpha do you know, I don’t care who it is anymore.”

Though you would probably care later, the clouded judgment had you aching for any form of reprieve from the pain.

“Fuck, I don’t know!” Robin squeaked, not wanting to reveal your status to Steve for fear of your embarrassment, but she contemplated. The gears of her brain turned as she questioned his overprotectiveness, the way he was quick to frustration when discovering you were on a date.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” She concluded, hanging up and grabbing her yearbook.

The faces of former students made her ill, but word got around about presentations, and she hoped that seeing their faces would make her recollect.

“What the hell’s going on? Do I need to go fight Devin?” Steve eyed his friend, an unnerving worry in his stomach.

Biting her lip, she debated internally, “She needs help.”

“What is looking at that going to do?” Steve gawked, used to his friend’s antics, but still astounded when they acted erratically.

“I’m trying to remember who’s an alpha.”

“Why would you need to know who became an alpha-”

As the words left, his mouth ran dry, and he gulped while looking at Robin. She slowly looked up, watching the dark iris’ before her enlargen.

“Steve-” Robin began, the corner of a page between her two fingers.

The stern look on his face was withholding a multitude of emotions, ones she couldn’t quite make out. She made the judgment call that maybe Steve was your best bet.

“She’s at her place.”

That was all that needed to be said before Steve ran out her front door and into his car. He had driven your route a million times, but never this fast.

His blood pumped with nerves and excitement. He had spent his ruts alone, a fist full of himself with the occasional tears of frustration as he tried to alleviate his knot. But now you had presented as an omega.

Refraining from palming his crotch, he watched your streetlights come into view, throwing his car into park. The dark hallways were typically concerning, but your door was practically glowing within his mind.

He growled at the smell in the air, catching his attention more the closer he got. Gripping the door handle, it was unlocked, thankful no one else had noticed the compromising position.

Choking on his own breath, he fumbled with the lock behind him and trekked down the dim hallway. The protectiveness he already felt was consuming, his palms sweating as he made his way closer.

The door swung open too quickly as the handle slipped from his grasp, seeing you flinch from your curled position on the floor.

As if you were nothing, he lifted you from your armpits, making you stand in front of him. Eyes blazing, he looked pointedly as he undid his belt.

“Your door.” He stated, voice wavering with stability.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him, “What?”

His shirt was shrugged off, tossing it to the ground as your eyes drifted to his broad chest, whimpering at the sight to his delight.

“It was unlocked, don’t you ever fucking do that again.” He gritted pushing his jeans off, cupping your cheek with one hand and leaning forward so the back of your knees touched your bed.

His nose had skimmed against yours, breath fanning against your cheeks as you drank in every pheromone he perpetrated. Breath quickening, every thought coming to your head was vulgar, eyes softening in need.

“I won’t.” You whimpered, yelping as your back hit the wrinkled sheets, and his chest soon pressed against your bare one.

“I mean it, don’t ever do that again, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He gripped your chin in his grasp, looking down at you as your clothed centers touched.

The brief touch made you wail, your body suddenly aware of what was to come. Equally as impatient, he grabbed one side of your underwear and ripped it. Repeating the act on the opposing side, the shreds of fabric were now a relic of the you before this moment.

Palming himself, looking down at your frame as a predator and prey, he growled.

“How bad do you want it?” He egged on, ripping his own boxers off and onto the floor.

“Please, Steve, please.” You whined, watching as his cock bobbed. Blushing profusely pink, your mouth watered at it and your chest began to burn with greed.

He seemed far too composed, the performance of himself he was forced to obtain through most of his teen years floating to the top. However, his soft spot was you. It always had been and both of your fresh senses were sensing the discomfort in both of you.

“Alpha, please.”

That was all it took for his body to be pressed to yours and his lips to meet yours for the first time.

Grunts and gasps came from you both as the underside of his cock rubbed against your folds, too consumed with how he tasted and how you smelled.

“Keep that door locked, do you understand?” He gritted, fisting himself in his own grasp, his first thrust in synchronizing with your nod.

A pained cry rose from your lungs, tears already streaming down your cheeks, his lips kissing where the beads were.

Desperation reeked from you both as you grabbed at one another, needing any form of solidification that the other was there.

Steve found comfort in your warmth, trying his best to soothe your discomfort with affection. Kissing on your neck or rubbing your clit, the latter making you shriek from sensitivity.

“My omega now,” He sighed, balls reaching the curve of your ass as he settled against you, “my girl. Always have been.”

“Always yours, alpha, always Steve.” You trembled, the veins of his length stimulating every ridge within yourself. His brown hair crowned around his face, only able to see him in your state of need.

Though you were the one presenting, Steve felt the same wave of emotions he felt during his first rut, but now even more with another person. His person. The one who knew him since he had gaps in his front teeth, since he had graduated, and every minute moment before and after.

“Fuck, I love you.” He blurted out, feeling his own bashfulness creep up his neck.

To his relief, you began to be more overcome with emotion, agreeing. Each thrust hit your spongy spot inside you, convincing you more and more he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“I love you too,” You revealed, locking his lips between yours briefly, “M’sorry I didn’t ask for you first, I was nervous.”

Your words were sweeter than honey, but the implication that someone else almost came to your aid burned him deeply. His hands pushed up your thighs, your knees coming up as he fucked you deeper than you could comprehend.

“Devin asked me out and I just wanted a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him, I swear-” You cried, unknowingly provoking more possessiveness.

“Honey, please, it’s okay.” He gritted, clenching sheets in his shaking hands, suppressing the urge to flick his hips quicker.

“I wanted you, alpha, please.” You sighed, stroking his cheek and hair, anywhere you could touch, “I’m so happy, I’m sorry, thank you-”

“Don’t worry, I would’ve found you anyway. You’re my girl, my omega.” He assured, gulping down the emotions he felt when you looked into his eyes.

His words appeared to have a larger effect than any physical reimbursement could do for you as your fingers clenched within his hair.

Your cry as you came made his hormones go into a flurry. He could feel your uneasiness being thrown into release. It was as if your chests opened in tandem, reaching out and moving in sync as he finished inside you.

White noise filled both of your ears as Steve’s body hovered over yours with much of his weight on top of you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his chest, shoving your face against the crook of his neck.

Pumping himself within you until sensitivity took over, he gasped at how you clenched around him. His stature shook as he knotted, a hand going to your hip to keep in place, chest heaving to regain a steady tempo.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, hugging his chest closer to your front, an embrace he matched. Pressing a kiss on the side of your forehead, he trailed down to your ear with pecks and bites.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back after you tried sitting up.

“Just relax, honey.” He cooed, the exhaustion already hitting you both, stilling your hips from causing you both more frustration in the compromising position.

“I want to make you knot again.” You whine beneath your breath, trying to sit up again, ignoring the pain shooting through your body at his swelling.

“Easy tiger,” He chuckles, biting his lip to stop his own need, “we’ve got time.”

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hxjikonn · 1 year

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Double Life Lie

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Baji keeps his gang member life from his friend (also tutor) because she think he’s just a normal student who struggles with his studies, how long can he keep this double life from you?

Heads up: Very long and not proofread. Light cursing and name calling ahead!

“So if Y is a number…and X is also a number…why are looking for X?” Baji asked. “We’re looking for X’s value…” you explained but he just stared at you “We’re looking for X’s NUMBER Keisuke…” you cleared if to him. “Why the hell would you look for your Ex’s number?” He joked, you groaned but also laughed a bit. You playfully pushed him “FOCUS!” You half yelled and he laughed at your frustration as well.

“Alright Alright…I’ll try to look for X’s number geez, who knew you had to play Sherlock Holmes in math.” He retorts sarcastically, “Who knew not all guys with glasses aren’t smart” you joked back, “Hey it’s not our fault we have bad eye sight, ya guys just like throwin’ stereotypes.” He shrugs, “Can I try them on??” You reached to take his glasses but your hand a swiped away…

“Uh no…I can find X without em, get ‘yer own” he rolls his eyes and starts trying to solve the equation infront of him, you shrugged it off “Fine geez, I’ll go get us a drink, you finish finding X” you laughed and walked out his bedroom. When you did though he sighed in relief, you almost found out his glasses were fake.

The Baji Keisuke you come know is a scrawny looking nerd who wasn’t really the sharpest in academics despite how he appears to be. He still needed help with his academics, AND HE NEEDED A LOT OF IT. When you were assigned to tutor him, he looked like he wouldn’t be trouble, after all whenever you’d see delinquents trying to pick a fight with him. He always avoided them instead and went about his business.

When you started tutoring him, you weren’t frustrated and angry when he made mistakes, you found it endearing how he’d start guessing answers based on your expression, and he’d crack jokes left and right whenever he felt like you were getting stressed with him. You liked Baji Keisuke, your friends even thought it was cute that you had a type on nerdy guys.

Baji liked you too, at first he thought you were one of those smarty pants that suck up to teachers in class, the type to remind the teacher of homework just before the class ended. But you weren’t, you were nice to him, patient even though he makes a lot of mistakes, you always listened to him when he goes in a tangent about animals, and gosh you’re were really pretty.

What he made him fall deeper into the rabbit hole though was when you defended him from thugs trying to pick a fight with him, he was close to taking his disguise off and showing those shitheads who they shouldn’t mess with. But to his surprise you jumped in and told those guys to leave him alone. You’re hands were shaking, but you still toughen up to protect him despite it being none of your business.

After that incident, you two went to sit down and eat ice cream at a parking lot, and you told him how ‘guys like that annoyed you’ and how you hated them so much. That’s why he never told you…he never told you that he was part of a gang, he never told you that he also picked fights sometimes, he never told you that the person infront of you is fake and that he was infact a well known delinquent.

He was scared you’d stop hanging out with him and that you’d hate him, so he kept up the act, and still is, he even dragged his mom into it. Though he did had to admit to his mom that he had a crush on you before she agreed to hide his double life from you. He also doesn’t tell Mikey and the others about you, only Chifuyu (because he saw you two hanging out one time).

You returned to his room with snacks and drinks, as you already were munching on a cookie. You settled it on the table and it was only then when Baji looked up from his notebook. Meeting your eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him as he was just staring at you. “Helloooo? Did math finally break you??” You jested and laughed as you sat down next to him and looked at his still unfinished equation.

You frowned “Maybe you need fuel, here, eat this.” and shoved a cookie in his mouth, he almost choked on it, and it made you giggle, smiling at him apologetically “Hey! Are you trying to kill me or somethin’?” He spat out the cookie, “sorry, you just looked stupid” you teased as you laugh at him. He laughed along with you and bit into the cookie.

“You know…if you still don’t get it, we can just continue tomorrow, we can just do what you like!” You offered, he sent you a questioning look “Wow really? The strict tutor Y/n is okay with me not finishing the equation?? What’s the occasion?” He said as he chewed on his cookie.

You shrugged, “I just don’t want you to avoid me like the plague ‘cuz I’m too strict” you laughed and poked a hole in your juice box. He laughed too, and thought of a place to go to, “How about we go to the parking lot where ya saved my ass from getting skinned?” He suggested, you looked at him, playful confusion lingered in your stare “Why there??? It’s just an empty parking lot” you chuckled

“Listen if you come with, I’ll snatch a shopping cart and push you around on it? Deal?” He negotiated, hoping you’d agree, that’s the only place where he could hangout with you and not get recognized as it was far from where Toman roams around. You smiled and teasingly poke his cheek “woahhhh you’re really gonna ‘snatch’ a shopping cart?? Didn’t peg you as a Bad boy Kei” you laughed and stood up to grab your jacket.

“Oh if you only knew” he quietly mumbled, finding it funny and nerve wrecking at the same time, you turned around hearing him mumble something “Huh?” You asked, “I said Go put on your shoes!” He pushes you out the door. You both say bye to his mom and went to that parking lot. Once you got there Baji went to buy you two ice cream so you can sit down and eat for awhile.

“Oh get me a—“ “I know.” He cut off already knowing your favorite flavor, “Want me to go grab you somethin’ else? Those chips you like maybe?” You could only shake your head as your heart did backflips, he remembers these little things about you, “Alright, don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back” he pinches your cheek and leaves to go to the convince store.

It’s been a while since he left now, and you were getting worried acknowledging the fact that this was the place where he got mugged the first time too. You stood up and went to go look for him, marching to the convince store, you saw a guy grabbing him by the collar and swung him to the ground. His glasses got knocked off his face and the guy’s friends stepped on it, breaking it.

You were furious, so you grabbed a rock and was about to throw it at them, when Baji stood up and punched the guy’s face. This took you alot by surprise, especially when he started beating them up, one by one. The expression on his face was something new to you, it was terrifying.

His glasses were broken on the floor, but he could see well, he always had told you he needed them, he lied. He said he hated fighting, but he was beating them up like they were nothing, he told you he never had the strength to do all that, he lied. He was smiling while he beats the life out the guys, but he said he never enjoyed violence, he lied.

You dropped the rock you were holding as tears glossed your vision, and that made him stop what he was doing, looking up at you, still having the blood thirsty glare in his eyes. You shuffled back, shaking and afraid of this person in front of you. You couldn’t even recognize him.

His gaze softened seeing look on your face, then his eyes widened realizing what you had witnessed. He went to approach you, as the gang of delinquents ran away in fear from him. You were about to aswell. “Shit….Y/n…” he called out to you, his voice was the same, but he didn’t look the same, he didn’t act the same.

“You lied?” You asked, voice cracking in disappointment. He could only look down, guilty, he did lie. “So…who was the person I was friends with all this time? The guy who needed glasses to see, the guy who loves talking about animals and takes cares of his cat, the guy that cracks dumb jokes all the time? Was he really you? Or were you just playing some sort of character…” hurt was the only emotion evident in your voice as you asked him those questions

“He’s me Y/n…I’m still me.” He defended, “Really? How can you see me and those other three guys you beat up earlier then? You’re not wearing glasses?” You chuckled sarcastically, tears sliding down you face. “The only thing I lied about is the things I needed to lie about so I wouldn’t….” He trails off, “so I wouldn’t lose you.” He confesses.

You shook your head, not finding it in yourself to believe him. You turned around and started walking away, “I care about you, A lot…” he yells, in desperate attempt to make you stay. You broke “How can I ever believe anything you tell me again??? How can I be sure this isn’t another act huh??” You yelled back, breaking down in sobs and sniffles.

He froze, he realized he broke something, he broke your trust, he couldn’t say anything, “Bye Baji.” His name left your lips like a curse, he only watched as you left in tears, he went back home that day, remembering how scared and hurt you looked, he couldn’t sleep and went to school the next day without rest. He waited for by the school gate like usual, hoping that you would’ve cooled off by now and maybe he could explain.

He didn’t bother putting on his disguise too, it was pointless, he waited, and waited, and waited, but you never came to school, for an entire week in fact. “Damn you messed up that bad huh?” Chifuyu said while eating his yakisoba, Baji huffed, he was annoyed, but Chifuyu was right, he did mess up that bad. “shut the fuck up or I’ll beat ‘yer ass until I feel better” he taunted, he’d never actually do it, Chifuyu was his best friend.

Chifuyu passed him the yakisoba, “how ‘bout you eat this until you feel better instead.” He offered, This was Baji’s favorite, but for the first time he refused it, “dont wanna, I don’t feel like eatin’” he said pushing it back to Chifuyu. “So you don’t feel like sleeping yesterday, now you don’t feel like eating? Damn tell me when you don’t feel like living next so I can call Mikey to beat some sense into you” he says putting down the yakisoba. He was worried about Baji.

“Just go talk to her dude…” Chifuyu nudges at Baji, “Great idea, why don’t I just go talk to her when she doesn’t even come to school!” He cheered sarcastically, “No dumbass I meant, go to her house…” Chifuyu says, “Ya really think she’d wanna talk to me? If you do then ‘yer dumber than me” Baji chuckled. “You really think she doesn’t want you to try instead of staying here moping like a teenage girl who got her heart broken? Come on Baji-san, Y/n always pushed you to try harder…” he says. “She must be confused and have a lot of questions right now, why don’t you go and answer them?” He adds and eats the yakisoba

Baji sighed and thought about it, Chifuyu was right. He wasn’t even trying to do anything to fix this mess, he puts on his school blazer and stands up “Fine. But ya gotta cover for me” he says, Chifuyu looked up, sending him a silent ‘huh?’ As his mouth was full of yakisoba “I’m skippin’ class, if the teacher asks you make up a good excuse aight?” He ruffles Chifuyu’s hair and walks away, Chifuyu groaned but at least he wasn’t getting sad sack baji for another week.

Baji snuck out of the school gates, motorcycling his way to your house, but when he got there, he was just frozen in front of your door, sweating bullets, hands shaking, he didn’t know how you’d react, and he was scared that you’d just shut the door in his face. So he waited a couple more hours just hanging out in your front lawn, contemplating, procrastinating.

He was leaning on his motorcycle and whilst he thinks, thoughts and inner voices going in and out of his head that he didn’t even notice dark clouds were above his head, he only snapped out of it when heavy raindrops fell on wet, damping his hair and clothes a bit. If this isn’t a sign from god that he should go through with this he doesn’t know what is.

He runs to your front door and knocks, he was already drenched when your mom answered the door, “Oh dear! Keisuke is that you?? What are you doing out in the rain like this?? Come in hurry!” Your mom practically yanks him inside. She gives him dry clothes that he’s left here from one of your sleepovers. As Baji dries his hair and thank her, she asks something “new look? Boy you kids sure like changing styles these days” she laughs

He laughs halfheartedly, feeling guilty that even your mom fell for his lies, “Actually…Mrs. L/n, I have something I want you know..” he starts, Your mom sits down patiently listening to him as he tells her the truth. Baji thought he’d be kicked out immediately when he finished, but your mom only smiled at him. “You’ll be good to Y/n wont you?” She asks, Baji eagerly nods, he’d never let anything bad happen to you because of his gang stuff. “Then I have no reason to be mad at you, and I’m sure she’ll understand too…” she pats his back and smiles at him.

“Is she here?” He asks, your mom nodded, “upstairs in her room, she hasn’t eaten yet, maybe you could take her lunch up to her for me?” Your mom suggested. Baji nodded, and took your lunch up to your room, he was nervous but better now than never. He knocks and your door flew open, as you were expecting your mom.

“Sorry mom…I forgot lunch-“ you stared up at him in shock. “What are you doing here?” You ask, fixing yourself a bit, Baji felt his chest tightened with guilt, your hair was disheveled, eyes puffy and cheek swollen probably from all the crying, your voice was tired and hoarse, “What’s it look like? Your food ain’t gonna walk up here itself?” He tried joking, but you teared your gaze away from him, and was about to shut the door.

He stops the door from shutting with his foot, and when he did he placed down the tray on the drawer near your door, “Wait.” He pleaded, “I just need to tell you something okay?” He said holding on to the door knob, “Sorry I don’t talk to strangers” you spat out, with hatred. He felt it sting, much more than any punch he’s ever received. But he can’t just leave you with that image of him, he at least wanted you to know that he didn’t lie about everything.

“I’m Baji Keisuke…I’m a high school student, and I’m in gang called Toman.” He starts introducing himself, you found it bitterly funny, thinking he’s still trying to make jokes, you wanted to shut the door but his foot was in the way, you were mad but you didn’t want to hurt him, so you let him continue. “I’m the first division captain in toman, and I dressed up like a poindexter cuz I didn’t want my mom to cry anymore cuz I keep getting into fights, I lied about the glasses, I lied about not being a delinquent, and I lied that I was a pacifist .” He continues on.

Your grip on your doorknob softened, when you heard this, you never knew this. You opened the door fully this time, as if giving him a silent confirmation that you’ll listen to what he has to say. You had your arms crossed still not meeting him in the eyes. “ but I didn’t lie about liking animals and wanting to own a pet shop one day, I didn’t lie about being stupid too, unfortunately.” He joked and chuckled lightly

“I like riding my motorcycle with my friends, I like training in the dojo with Mikey, I like sharing yakisoba with Chifuyu and…I really like this girl…” he trails off, looking at you. Slowly walking near you, so you wont freak out “She’s always patient with me, she always listens, she’s kind, she’s smart, funny, brave, and god she’s pretty…” he was only a few inches away from you now, you felt heat crawl up your cheeks, still not looking him in the eyes.

“I care about her a whole lot, but I hurt her, I messed up really bad…And I wanted to apologize for being a lying jerk.” He says, slowly crouching down to meet your gaze, “ Y/n…’m sorry, I was just scared you’d stop hanging out with me when you found out I was a delinquent too…” he explains. “If you think that I’m mad at you cuz you’re a delinquent, than I underestimated your dumbface…” you said trying to hold back tears.

“I’m mad cuz you hid things from me, you hid the things you liked to do, you’d avoid places you liked going to, you avoided your friends whenever you’re with me…” you looked at him, “I want to get to know Baji Keisuke not some other version of him. It’s not fair that I don’t even know the guy I like…” you confessed as tears your fell, he closes the gap between you two and hugged you.

He missed you, a lot. He’d probably cling on to you twice as much to make up for the week he didn’t get to see you. “I’m sorry…Promise I’ll be honest from now on okay? So stop cryin’” he cresses you hair, once you calmed down, you pulled away and pulled on his hair lightly.

“Ah! What was that for??” He yelped in pain, his hand coming up to touch the top of his head while his other rested on your waist. “For not pushing me around the shopping cart and beating up guys instead…” you said, wiping your cheeks with your sleeve. He chuckled and kissed your cheek “I could give you a ride around town on my motorcycle instead?” He offered, resting his forehead on yours.

“Mkay…” you quietly mumbled, tired and still sniffling, he suddenly stands up and carries you like you weigh nothing to him, “Alright c’mere, let’s get some rest first…” he walks in your room and shuts the door behind him with his foot. He gently puts you down your bed and rested beside you.

You were still looking at him, surprised. “What? Did ya really think I was paper weight with noodle arms?” He asked cocking an eyebrow at you. “Not my fault you wore that blazer that covered everything.” You shrugged, he smirked and pulled you closer to him.

“Well if you wanna see I could show ya, just say the word pretty girl” he whispers near you ear making you flustered, shooting him a glare “wipe that smirk off you dumbface…” you said before pushing away and turning your back on him trying to hide the blush painted across your face. You hear him laugh, and suddenly you were pulled back closer to him.

Your back against his chest, you felt him breathe, you smelled his cologne, your heart was about to pounce out of your chest, he knows “you better get loads of rest dollface, you’re not gonna hear the end of me teasin’ you when we wake up later” he said teasingly, you tsked and pinched his arm that was draped on your waist. “Kei…I swear, I’m gonna send you home if you don’t quit it” you taunted at him.

“Alright alright! I’ll stop…” he declared defeat…maybe?, “for now…” he mumbles and nuzzled his face into your hair, you rolled your eyes and laughed a little, soon you let the tiredness in you, and his warmth cradle you to sleep. Turning around to face him and peck his lip before you closed your eyes

He was glad you didn’t see, he was redder than you.

A/N: FIRST TOKYO REV FIC!!! AAAAA THIS WAS LONGGG I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!! DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS I’M SORRY LOL🥹♥︎

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader

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seniaasaysstuff · 11 months

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BRAT; Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Itadori Reader. (Soulmate au)

This is a sukuna x fem itadori reader wip. I thought a soulmate au with sukuna possessing you would be an interesting idea haha. It has some cracky undertones.

Yuji is your twin brother but you ate the cursed finger instead.

Would you like to read more of it? Let me know!

Sukuna had been waiting his entire life for you, his soulmate. From the time he learned about soulmates, he was obsessed with the idea of meeting you.

He didn’t quite understand what the words on his wrist meant but he adored him. “Holy fuck you’re hot.” were illuminated on his wrist. He reasoned that maybe it was some other language. He always ran his fingers on the words, tracing them gently whenever he felt sad or angry. It was his only solace in this cruel world.

He didn’t care about the abuse he received from his parents nor did he care about how the villagers treated him.

You were the only thing on his mind. His mind was always wandering around thinking of you. He wondered about what you looked like, how you were doing, if you thought about him as much as he did.

He wished you would just come and save him from the hellish life he was living. He was at a point in his life where he was weak and he wasn’t able to do anything to protect himself.

He trained everyday on his techniques, worked on building muscles and just becoming strong. He got strong and eventually became the strongest sorcerer alive so that he could protect you.

He waited and waited and waited for you to show up one day. But you never showed up. Sukuna felt gutted. He was so filled with grief and sadness that he went mad.

He slaughtered numerous people. It didn’t matter who it was, men or women he killed them all. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He just wanted to meet you.

A time came when he had to be killed. His only regret was that he never got to meet you. His fingers became a cursed object and were sealed away.

In the 21 century, there you were. Itadori y/n, Yuji Itadori’s twin sister.

You were a bubbly child, always happy and just rambling all the time. It didn’t matter who it was, the moment someone talked to you? You went off on tangents about anything and everything. You had never-ending topics and facts and the urge to never shut up.

Your twin, Yuji, was constantly annoyed with your incessant talking but it was also one of the things that he loved about you.

When you found out about soulmates you were amazed by the notion of it. Someone that was going to love you no matter what.

The words written on your wrist were embarrassing and in some ways endearing to you.

The words “I finally found you huh? My brat.” adorned on your wrist. You figured your soulmate was quite a grumpy person that was like an old soul.

You daydreamed about your soulmate all the time. You wondered about what he was like. You eagerly wished to meet him.

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You and Yuji were on your way to the hospital. You both had brought a beautiful bouquet for your Grandpa Saitou. To others he may seem like a rude old man, he literally was but he was so much more than that. He was like your father. He had single-handedly raised you and yuji and loved you both immensely.

You walked inside the hospital room and rushed up to your grandpa Saitou and hugged him. “Grandpa! I missed you.”

Now Grandpa had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his son, Itadori Jin. Over the years he had fondly spoken about the similarities between you.

“I joined a club with Yuji today!” “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” your grandpa replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He was the only one alongside Yuji who loved hearing you talk.

“Yuji? Why am I hearing just now that you joined the occult club?” Grandpa now turned towards Yuji who was placing the flowers in the vase.

“Uh, you know how she is. I am not going to leave her alone.” Yuji shrugged. “This is why I love you yuji!” you fake cried. “Shut up.” He blushed. Grandpa cleared his throat.

“Yuji, you're a strong kid, take care of others, especially her.” Grandpa now turned over and looked at you. “You're the sweetest child and I am proud that I raised you both.”

“Grandpa-why are you saying this?” you stuttered.

“Both of you protect each other no matter what.” Grandpa Saitou spoke and turned over. That was the moment you knew he was dead.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Yuji called out.

“Yuji? Is- he de-ad?” your lip quivered. Yuji did not respond, it made you sob. Your legs felt weak and you dropped to the floor. Hot tears were streaming down your face.

Yuji scooped you in his arms and led you out of the hospital room. He sat you down on one of the chairs and let you cry on his shoulder. Yuji also had tears in his eyes, he didn't expect this. Neither of you did.

You were approached by an emo-looking boy with spiky hair. "Yuji Itadori, correct?" The person asked. “You're my soulmate?” Yuji asked, looking dumbfounded.

“This is crazy,” You mumbled. “I’m Fushiguro Megumi. It's nice to finally meet you. I’m from Jujutsu high school. Sorry, but there's no time." He said.

"The cursed object you have is extremely dangerous. Hand it over right away." Megumi spoke. “I don't want you to get hurt,” he added.

"Cursed object?" Itadori asked, confused. You moved to a more secluded area. "This, you have it right?" He asked as he pulled out his phone with a picture of the cursed object.

“Hm?" Itadori looked closer. “Yuji, isn't that the ugly-looking finger?” you questioned.

"Oh yeah! I found it. I don't mind giving it back, but my fellow club members have taken a liking to it." He spoke. "I’d at least like an explanation."

"The majority are the result of negative energy that flows out of people..." Megumi started. “And it's a very dangerous object. I can't risk you getting hurt or other people getting killed.'' Megumi spoke.

“I said that I don't mind it, you can have it.” Yuji handed him the box.“It’s empty? I was just following the taint clinging to the box?” Megumi mumbled.

“Yuji? Where is the finger?” He asked. “It's with our senpais. Actually, they were thinking of removing the talisman tonight.'' Megumi backed away.

“What? Is it bad?” You asked. “Bad? It's worse than bad, they're going to get killed.”

~time skip~

"I just need some cursed energy, right?" you rustled through your pocket and pulled out the finger, and ate it.

“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself?” Yuji yelled at you. “Well if it saves you then i’ll do everything in my power.” you smiled at yuji.

Your entire body convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could faintly hear yuji and his soulmate scream for you as you collapsed on the cold floor.

You woke up in a weird dark place that awfully looked like a shrine? And someone was sitting on the throne made up of bones.

You squinted your eyes, “Holy fuck you're hot.” You blurted out then squeaked.

The man chuckled, his voice sounded deep and velvety. “I finally found you huh? My brat.”

“YOU?!!” you shouted.

And just like that, you found your soulmate.

He snapped his fingers and you landed on his lap. “Wow, today is like a trainwreck,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Well first my grandpa died then my brother found his soulmate and then we heard that our senpais could die because of the old crusty finger so then I ate it and well then I passed out and then I found you?” you animatedly spoke. “Well where did you come from tho?” you asked.

He chuckled again. “I quote ‘The old crusty finger’ That was my finger from my old body that got sealed away.”

“Wait- does that mean you're inside of me?” You asked, feeling confused about the whole situation.

“That sounded so bad.” Sukuna groaned. “But yes I’m quite literally inside your body.”

“How does that even work? And how haven’t you shriveled up like a prune yet? Like you’re so old?” You were very confused.

“I have a good skincare routine.” Sukuna sniffed. You laughed.

“You know I imagined my soulmate to be a grumpy man with an old soul but you turned out to be a grumpy old man with an even older soul.” You giggled.

“I'm not that old, okay?” He grumbled. “How old are you again?” You questioned.

“I stopped counting after 300.” You burst into a fit of giggles.

“Does that mean you're a gilf? Like you're so old.” “Well, I tried to keep myself alive for you and what does gilf mean?” He inquired in confusion.

“Grandpa I’d like to fuck.” You snorted.

He groaned, “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. I’ve never had children so how can I be a grandpa?”

“Well, you have that aura.” You spoke, trying to muffle your laugh. “You cheeky brat.” Sukuna huffed.

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hiraethwa · 4 months

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one summer day

02 fly high. where you have yet to realize what ushijima will mean to you.

<< 01 clear skies. | >> 03 shining light. | << the collection >>

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: double post this week, I'm feeling like i need some motivation to keep going. i wrote this a while ago, and am super excited with how this part ends, but i still feel like the flow isn’t the best here… word count: 1.4k warnings: some angst if you squint terms: furoshiki -- cloth that is used to wrap bento

june, first year

“curry rice!” you grin at the ash blonde haired boy, plopping a neatly wrapped bento on his desk as you slide into the seat in front of him. ever since your brother introduced you to him, he has become a constant in your everyday school life to the point that the two of you are almost inseparable.

“are you coming over after practice again? we have that japanese homework that i need your help with” you shrug off your jacket, sweat sticking to your skin from the walk to school. summer is coming on quickly now, coaxing the spring blossoms that you loved so much away.

semi hums in agreement as he unties the furoshiki and opens the bento excitedly. “it smells amazing, y/n! i am hungry thinking about it now even though i had breakfast.” he pouts at you.

you laugh wholeheartedly, feeling something like satisfaction. it is one thing to have your family compliment your cooking, another to hear such sincere praises from your friends. you think this might just be it. high school might be better than you thought after all. after all the disappointments and heartbreaks from junior high and even before that.

“thanks, eita. now keep it before you make the whole class hungry.” you poke fun at him as you pull out another set of wrapped bento, this one in plain cat print. it was the plainest, non-feminine-screaming furoshiki you could find after the one with crashing waves that you wrapped semi’s bento in.

you didn’t normally bring bentos to school since both your parents are always busy with work. even this furoshiki is a recent addition after you graduated from junior high, when you started packing some meals for yourself.

“so, you remember how ushijima-san helped me with my wound a few days ago?” you sound hesitant even to yourself. inside, you wanted to kick yourself for following through with this now that you are actually in the process of it, but it is too late. so you might as well get it over with. “i made an extra portion for him to thank him for his help… could you pass it to him at practice?”

“ehhh, why does he get one too? i have known you for two months now and it’s only my first time receiving a bento from you.”

you roll your eyes at the boy. “if you help me, i will make you a strawberry shortcake.” bribing him is easy when you knew he enjoyed the cake you shared last week. you breathe a sigh of relief when he does not pursue the topic any further.

semi is quite the competitive persona, so it did not surprise you when that was the tangent he went off in, instead of the typical, do you like him? that other people would assume. this is good for you. you do not want him to misunderstand your intentions, and it’s not like you harbor those feelings for ushijima. you just strongly dislike the feeling of being in anyone’s debt.

“how is practice for interhigh matches going anyway?” you smile at your newfound friend who you got along with as naturally as breathing.

yes, high school will be different. i will see it so.

it is pouring outside later that afternoon regardless of how clear the skies were when you walked to school in the morning. the sound of volleyball practice fades into the background as you pull out a blank music sheet and start scribbling the tune that has been rattling around your head today.

today, when you climbed the stairs to the gymnasium and watched the practice match your school is playing against the college team that came in, you had expected to experiment with the melody when you get home later. you note that the usual starting lineup were on court, with the exception of one of the wingspikers being subbed out for ushijima. even though he is just a new first year. perhaps this is the lineup that the coach has in mind for the interhigh tournament, you had thought.

and even though you have seen countless of your brother’s matches over the years, this one felt different. the spiking form of the player as he begins his approach, swinging both arms backwards before leaving the ground, feet kicked out behind him, and making contact with the ball with his left hand, sending it back into the opponent’s courtside, felt different.

it had felt like you were given wings to soar high above the clouds when all life did was cover up the blue skies that you loved so much. it had felt like coming up for a full breath of fresh air after being dunked in water. it had felt like you were alive again, for once in a very long time.

and the melody that you had been crafting takes on a life of its own, taking its first flight from your hands and rise high up into the sky. twisting, turning. triumphant. the notes flow onto the sheet as your hand struggles to keep up with your mind.

before you know it, you hear semi calling your name from the court. eh, the match is over? you glance at your watch, showing two hours after when you arrived at the court. “yes! be right there!” you yell back, swinging your belongings onto your shoulder and making your way downstairs.

music sheet in hand, mind far ahead of yourself, wanting to play it on your violin already, you venture to find your friend. semi is standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed while waiting for you. “were you paying any attention to the game, y/n?”

“what– take a look at this first,” you shove the paper in his hands, excitedly waiting for his response. one could say one of the reasons you two got along so well is your love for music.

he takes his sweet time reading your rough draft and giving you a “hmph” before returning it to you. “fine, i forgive you for missing my set. this is an acceptable excuse, i suppose. it is no small feat to overcome a creative block.”

semi shoots you a mischievous smile before slinging his arm over your shoulders and messing your hair up with his other hand. “SEMI”

“well done! but no next time though” “no promises”

another voice cuts through the air, stopping both of you from making a bigger scene. you had resorted to trying to make his hair stick up vertically as revenge.

“miyamura-san…” ushjima holds out the cat clothed bento to you, slightly amused by you and semi. “thanks for the curry rice, it was delicious.”

“waa, a compliment from ushijima-san, your cooking must have been amazing, miyamura-san,” a red-haired boy pokes his head out from behind ushijima, whom you would later learn is none other than tendo satori, a troublesome boy who always seemed to be able to see through you.

you beam at his compliment, “heh, thanks guys.” swinging your bag to the front, you shuffle the things around in your bag to make space for the box. he had neatly tied the furoshiki around the box, which caught you by surprise, as semi had returned his to you in a clumsily packed fashion. you surmise that the rising ace in front of you is an athlete who probably likes to keep his life neat and in order, he seems like the type.

“so what are you up to later, semi-semi?”

“ah, i am going to y/n’s to study”

“can i come with? i have nothing else to do.”

“no! if you’re so free you can practice more volleyball.”

semi banters with the red-haired boy, which sounds like a regular occasion to you. you chuckle to yourself, picturing ushijima, the stoic spiker, playing the referee between the two boys. now that would be entertaining to watch.

your eyes meet ushijima’s, to which he raises his eyebrow at you as if he’s saying what’s so funny? you shrug, feigning innocence before turning away from him.

neither of you realized it at the time, but ushijima gave you wings to fly, even before you really knew each other.

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deliciousdefendorinternet · 1 month

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I wonder if in the next Christmas special we could see Branch trying to hide his old hermit days from his brothers while planning the perfect family Christmas.

so maybe we see over the course of the next Christmas special Bro zone coming to Pop Village to spend this first Christmas together.

and Branch goes to great lengths to try and hide details of his past from them and just gets too over focused on making sure the Christmas is perfect and has no problems.

like maybe Branch is ashamed or even afraid of being judged as some sorta freak like a lot of the village thought of him as for all those years.

so when the Brothers insist on seeing his home while their in the village he panics and pretty much changes everything about it to make it appear more Troll like.

probably adding lots of bright colours and bright flowers and maybe even stuff like discarded wrappers to imply that he throws parties there often just like everyone else in the village does.

and of course hiding all of his own stuff like the rations and the weapons and maybe painting over the crazy wall writings he had.

and maybe as he's showing them around the village he gets some harsh stares and attitudes from certain people and his brothers question him on why these people would be mad at him.

and Branch thinks back to all the special occasions he ruined for people when he kept warning them about the Bergens only for them to be false alarms.

but Branch just nervously tells his bros he can't remember and awkwardly rushes them along on the tour 😂😂😂😂

just so he can make things appear more normal and perfect for their first family Christmas back together maybe even actively changing the subject whenever the brothers try and ask about his life during the past 20+ years.

but Branch trying to make everything perfect ironically gets to the point where the Brothers get annoyed with him since he was acting pretty similar to how JD used to.

and they finally question him on his odd behaviour although they kinda already know the reason why he's been so desperate for things to be perfect.

but they are still fairly clueless and worried about what he's obviously trying to hide from them in regards to his home and the fact he won't talk much about his life.

and this time when Branch nervously tries to shrug it off they act a bit firmer towards him saying they need to talk about this now as they've kept putting it off.

and when he tries to downplay it maybe just saying something as simple as he was obviously a bit upset and went Grey for a little while but he moved on and lived pretty normally for most of the years afterwards.

but the brothers don't buy it and they point out multiple things they found around the Bunker like weapons and traps and maybe they even uncovered the crazy wall writings he tried to hide.

( plus Gary if we're allowed to include him in this cannon lol )

anyway after all this poking and prodding Branch finally goes off on a bit of an emotional tangent maybe saying something along the lines of "" fine what do you want to hear? that I was some Grey freak who hid underground for years that everyone saw me as some crazy person who ruined everything for everyone else that I practically spent every moment of everyday thinking about nothing but the Bergens and fearing they could come back at any moment well fine you win you happy now? happy I grew up to be some freak who's always going to stand out from everyone else because no matter how much I change people around here are always going to remember and even if they didn't all they'd have to do is look at me and they'd know ""

maybe he says all this and turns away looking down in shame with slightly teary eyes but his bros just Hug him rather than Judge him like he maybe feared.

yep good old angst 😅😅😅😅 tho I'm not exactly 100 percent sure how to end the story but anyway what do you think about this as a concept for a future special?

#trolls #trolls branch #trolls brozone #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #branch #branch trolls #trolls dreamworks #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls future ideas #trolls headcannons #Trolls #Trolls Branch #Trolls Bro zone

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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The Doctor Rambles

paring: 10th!doctor x fem!reader

summary: the doctor gose on one of his many rambles but you’re so exhausted from your recent adventure.

a/n: so i am yet again on a doctor who fixation for the 100th time in my life lol i got this idea the other night and i really wanted to write it hope you guys enjoy!

warning(s): just fluff, short and unedited!

Your legs felt like jelly as you walked down the busy London street in your combat boots. What you hoped would be a relaxing day turned into another crazy adventure. You had just spent the day running around London following the doctor and his little gizmo that was tracking “void stuff” the doctor never really explained what that was but you went along with it as always. Just nodding and smiling whenever the doctor went on his many, many tangents.

You were jogging along the sidewalk trying to keep up with the doctor and his long legs when he stopped at a crosswalk, his coat clung around his shoulders but the bottom swished with every movement. He looked down at the device and it had stopped making noise as you came up from behind him placing your hand on his shoulder while you caught your breath.

He poked his tongue out in thought and brought his other hand up to fiddle with the device in the other.

“Okay, I need a minute before we start running again.” you pant. The Doctor huffed and banged his hand on the side of the gizmo before it finally went silent from the whirring noise it made. “No need, I've lost the trail.”

You sighed in relief. At least you didn’t have to run anymore.

“Oh well back to the Tardis!” the Doctor shrugged and began to walk off in the other direction.

You gaped at him but followed. “Doctor!" you shout.

"That's it? after all that?!"

He turns back to you frowning.

"No, something is wrong with the gizmo, I have to go back to the tardis to fix it," he says.

You groan.

"the Tardis is parked all the way on the other side of the city!” He shoved his hands in his pockets and took out his sonic screwdriver, scanning the device trying to see the problem and why it had lost the trail. He turned back to you.

“Well I suppose we could take the bus back, come on.” he motions for you.

You both make it to a bus stop at the end of the road and plop yourselves down on the bench. You cross your arms over your chest to keep yourself warm, even though you were wearing a jacket the air was very chilly at night. The Doctor was still messing with his gizmo and you just sat there looking up at the sky, occasionally a car would pass you by on the road but other than that the street was pretty much empty. The only sounds were the wind brushing by your ears and the buzzing of the sonic to your left.

When the red double decker bus pulls up the doctor motioned you to step in first, while he showed the driver the psychic paper. You both found seats and plopped down beside each other again.

The bus began moving and your eyes felt heavy with exhaustion. The Doctor began rambling about the machine he was still messing with.

You yawned, but not because you thought what the doctor was saying was boring but because you were so tired from all the running. You rested your head on the doctors shoulder but he was too busy talking to notice you were begging to doose off to the sound of his voice.

"And I just can't understand what happened to-" The Doctor stops his speech when he looks over to you and realizes you've fallen asleep on his shoulder, your soft snores and chest falling slowly indicating this. He smiled amusingly, he hadn't realized he had tried you out from running around London all day. and went back to work fiddling with his contraption. He would tell you about his rambling brain latter when you were awake.

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Can we get more LFTL dad Joel content? I love this series and you’re such a great writer!

Thank you for your sweet words!! I love some LFTL dad!joel content!! This ended up being more family fluff but it still works!

Love's Gonna Live Here

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: The story of the Museum Day [1.1k]

Warnings: a little bit of grief but mostly fluff

Ever since Joel took Ellie to the museum for her birthday, she's wanted to go back every year. It's a relatively easy journey, and it's gotten easier as you pass through more and more times. At first, it was just you, Ellie, and Joel. Then it was you three, Tommy, Maria, and Camille. Then it was the six of you plus Charlie. Then Dina, Jesse, and JJ started tagging along too. Soon enough, you had a pretty big group going to the museum regularly. Dina and Maria even conspired to set up field trips through the elementary school. Joel was hesitant initially, but once word got out, keeping it under wraps was impossible. Before the first field trip, you and your little family went out to clean things up. Tear down old boards, sweep away leaves and dust, and even organize whatever dinosaur pamphlets were left.

After that first time, it became an annual event. Joel would lead the way, knowing the forest like the back of his hand, and Ellie, after saying she could never be a teacher, would go on tangents about space exploration and evolution to the next generation of students. The museum got a little cleaner every year, and things got a little more normal. You never ran into Infected or Raiders, and if you did, you had the mayor of Jackson and the Millers to keep you safe. It's a win for everyone. Ellie gets to share her knowledge and excitement, you and Joel get to get out of Jackson, and Charlie gets to learn new things. You also like to think the scientists and astronauts who did all that work are happy to know people are still learning about them even after the apocalypse.

This year is the first year Charlie's class gets to go on the field trip. She's ecstatic, telling everyone that her mommy, daddy, and Bellie will take them "to the stars," as Ellie told Charlie years ago. Dina, Jesse, and JJ come along too. JJ is finally growing out of the chubby toddler stage and more into an actual kid. It's scary to see how much he looks like Jesse but acts like Ellie, but you love watching him and Charlie interact.

As you walk to the museum, Joel takes turns carrying Charlie and JJ on his shoulders, pointing out different types of plants, and telling the kids how to look out for poison ivy. He tells them stories of what life was like before. He talks about cities like New York and Chicago and explains how cars work. At one point, you swear you can pinpoint the dreaminess in his voice as he talks about coffee. He talks about Sarah, too. He tells the kids about how she would scamper up big rocks and give him shit for wanting to go on hikes and things like that. She would be in her forties if she were alive today. Jane would be in her thirties. Still, you both imagine them as the fourteen and ten-year-olds they'll always be. You have nothing else to go on.

When you get to the museum, Ellie holds JJ and Charlie's hands as they walk through the exhibits. Ellie goes on and on about what year we went to space, what animal was the first to be in orbit, and the order of the planets. You and Joel hang back, letting the parents and kids follow Ellie. This is your favorite part: watching Ellie be herself. She cracks jokes, answers questions, and doesn't hesitate to get down on their level if needed. She's a natural. Dina watches Ellie, too, adoration and love so clearly shining in her eyes. You wonder if that's how Joel looks at you when you're not looking.

"What're you thinkin' bout?" Joel asks, bumping you with his shoulder, and you shrug.

"Thinking bout our girls."

"Which ones?"

"All of 'em." You say, and he smiles. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close, kissing your temple. You follow Ellie's lead through the museum and watch Charlie get excited as she listens to her big sister. As she makes it up to the dinosaur skeletons, Ellie looks at Joel knowingly and pulls a familiar brown hat out of her bag. You laugh as she throws it and perfectly lands it on the dinosaur's head. All the kids roar with laughter, but Ellie is looking at Joel.

"He's wearing a little hat!" Charlie exclaims, and Ellie smiles.

"Yeah, he is," Ellie says. Joel sniffles next to you, and you rub his back as he tries not to cry. All the kids get a turn in the spaceship, flicking the different buttons and pretending to blast off. You remember when Ellie did that for the first time. She was so little. Now, she's holding a kid on her hip and Dina's hand. She's a grown woman.

As the day wears on, Maria and Tommy start taking people back to town, but you, Joel, Ellie, and Charlie stay. You sit in the middle of the museum, watching the clouds pass through the skylight. Charlie sits in Ellie's lap, and Joel has an arm around her shoulder. You wish you had a camera to take a picture of how peaceful they look. Instead, you commit the image to memory and sit with them.

"I had fun with you today, Bellie," Charlie says, looking up at Ellie, and Ellie raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah?" She asks, and Charlie nods. "I had fun with you, too, kiddo."

"How old were you when you came here for the first time?" Charlie asks, and Ellie meets Joel's eyes over her head.

"Sixteen. Mom and Dad brought me here before you were born."

"That was a long time ago," Charlie says candidly, and Ellie laughs.

"Yeah, it was," Ellie agrees, kissing the top of Charlie's head. "You know, Dad pushed me in the river while we were on our way here the first time."

"Really?" Charlie asks with big eyes, looking between her and Joel, and you smile. Ellie nods with big, animated eyes.

"And you know what?"

"What?"

"I couldn't even swim."

"Daddy!" Charlie scolds Joel. "Bellie could've drowned!"

"You're right, Charlie Girl. I could've drowned."

"You weren't gonna drown!" Joel defends himself, and Ellie hums. "I was helpin' you build your confidence in the water."

"Mommy!" Charlie turns her attention to you. "Why didn't you stop Daddy from pushing Ellie?"

"Mommy was pregnant and shouldn't have even been on that trip!"

"That's true. You probably shouldn't have." Ellie says, and you laugh. The four of you settle against each other, sleepily watching the clouds move and the sky turn orange. The girls are tucked under one of Joel's arms, and you're tucked under the other, a heap of love and warmth. At one point, Joel kisses Ellie's temple and squeezes her shoulders. Then, so quiet you almost miss it, he says, "You did great today, kiddo." Ellie looks up at him, Charlie resting against her chest, and smiles sleepily.

"Thanks, Dad."

#look for the light #tlou fluff #the last of us fluff #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel and ellie #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #dad!joel miller

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Coraleye: And so the the little boy realized that because he gave the little frog the freedom to leave, it eventually found its way back home; and the little boy and the little frog lived happily ever after. [Whispers] The end. Good night, sweetheart.

Coraleye gets up to put the storybook away, then curls up into Tycho's lap. Coraleye: What are you thinking about? [Smiles]

Tycho: Well, I was just thinking... I had a feeling Pierce liked you.

Coraleye: [Laughs and playfully taps Tycho on the shoulder] Tycho! Were you listening to us?

Tycho: Only partially. I was on plant-child duty, and that took priority. I thought he and Janie were together?

Coraleye is half distracted as she stands up to find her phone. Tycho hangs on to her, not ready to let go yet.

The game decides that Tycho "likes physical intimacy"

Coraleye: [Disappointed frown] I know. It really seemed like they were such a good match. Tycho: And the wedding... They introduced each other to their families! Coraleye: RIGHT? They were clearly so into each other, the chemistry was palpable! Tycho: You know they got a room together...

The game decides that Tycho "likes gossip" Coraleye: They had to have. But no, apparently they spent all last summer together, she came up and stayed with him and his family in Brindleton Bay. He was even going to... [Coraleye's eyes widen and she grimaces painfully] consider maybe even proposing, but... Janie eventually ended things after she went home because the long distance wasn't working for her, and she wanted to stay in Moonlight Falls. Pierce wasn't willing to leave, and says he thinks a Brindleton Bay girl would be better for him anyway. [Sigh] ...and that's when he said it...

Pierce: So, this is going to sound crazy... I know we're friends and all but...well...okay here it goes, I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. Phew. Okay. It's out there. Um... so... would you want to go out with me sometime? You're super cool. I really want to hang out with you more...? Tycho: Well, did you tell him you're my Brindleton Bay girl?

Coraleye: I told him I'm taken, and that we're together, yes. And that I'm actually still married to Mira anyway, ha.

Tycho: Right, that. Did he take it well?

Coraleye: Yeah. Pierce has never been pushy. I told him that I'm also really flattered and stuff, but I think we should just be friends. We agreed to pretend it never happened.

Tycho: [Relieved smile] Well, best of luck to him in his attempt to pretend that never happened. But, I'm glad he took it well. This happens to you a lot, doesn't it?

Coraleye: What? Nah. Just... enough to know the protocol. [Shrugs and smiles] Oh lookie here! [Points at text message on phone] Looks like Alice and Sage are home.

Sage: Wow, they're all sound asleep. You two make a dang good team! Alice: Thanks for watching them again. We totally needed this time away. I hope they didn't make you never want to have kids, I know they're a handful.

Coraleye: Actually, quite the opposite! [Glances at Tycho] After tonight I'm even more certain babies will be in my future. Right, Tyke?

Tycho: ??? Yes, yeah! Yes.

Alice: [Shocked/excited gasp] Oh my mod, babe! Wouldn't they make such adorable babies? How far in the future are we talking? Sage: Okay calm down. We can't just ask others about their plans to have children... But yes theywouldbesofreakingcute, ahhh!

[Hysterical laughter]

This Pierce arc wasn't supposed to happen, but when the game made him send Coraleye a text confessing that he had a crush, we had to take a bit of a tangent. For character building, of course! Now back to our regularly scheduled programming (coming tomorrow 😘)

#Sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 gamplay #MD4 #Coraleye Darling #Tycho Curious #Strangerville #Sage Darling #Nym Darling #Alice Darling #Pierce Delgato #MD4season10 #Man I'm so mad Pierce and Janie didn't work out :(#They were cute

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exiledelle · 5 months

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UNDERTALE YELLOW SPOILERS FOR PACIFIST AND MERCILESS

please excuse my crazed and disorganized ramblings this is a long one and im not even sure if im making a point or just spinning in circles around a single thing that should be way simpler to say than im saying it

okay so i might be going a little insane over undertale yellows whole storyline with the blue soul, how something bad happened, people were attacked, etc

and my brain wants, or at least wanted, to make a whole Conspiracy Board about my thoughts on it, but im coming to the realization that theres actually not much i can say about individual pieces of dialogue cuz everything i could say about whats mentioned in-game basically just sums up to: What If It's Not What It Seems

like. everything said about the blue soul is just that there was an attack, not about what actually happened. i dont think it was the murderous rampage everyone paints it as, considering dalv was there and only got injured, plus the human fleeing instead of finishing the job or standing their ground like someone on a merciless route would normally do.

im not saying the human DIDNT kill though, to be completely clear. im just suggesting that the event is vague and uncertain, and theres still multiple ways it could go. maybe the human killed, but it was an accident, a mistake they couldnt possibly fix and paid a horrible price for, or maybe it WAS intentional for one reason or another, but they werent going out of their way to kill everyone they met, neutral route at worst

or, an option my brain is lingering on personally: what if they were FRAMED. by who, im not sure. why, im not sure. but like....the tutu is only referred to as dusty by papyrus, but the item itself is just "old". so maybe the dust is natural rather than a monsters, but with that said, its still THERE, and theres a weight to it. especially considering the ballet shoes' description says the shoes make you feel "incredibly dangerous" which on its own can be shrugged off as a joke, but with the context of yellow (ignoring that its not officially canon) its not that simple

and the WEIGHT of that dust is what the whole thing is about: something bad absolutely happened regarding the blue soul. we just dont know what specifically went down, even with undertale yellows spin on it. all undertale yellow gives us is where it happened, and how that humans journey ended.

i cant say for sure what actually happened, and thats the thing: i dont think ANYONE can. but honestly thats the thing i love about the whole blue soul plotline: its open-ended. and its somethin id actually hope for a fangame to try and explore, that theres no single "right" answer

(that said i do think its absolutely possible for a fangame that tries to touch on it to give it a single outcome and still be interesting and satisfying, im just leaning way more toward the multiple answers route)

also this is a side tangent but.

one thing id also like to bring up is the soul mode transformation in yellow: in each route, clover obtains the soul mode because of a strong feeling of justice. whether thats ceroba making unjust decisions in desperation, or discovering axis was responsible for the death of a human. (neutral routes an enigma, theres no real transformation, flowey just flips clovers soul upside down, and boom, theyre in shooter mode)

obviously souls are the embodiment of a persons essence, so this isnt really surprising. but specifically what im thinking of is. the blue souls mode in undertale is gravity. the soul is weighed down and has to jump.

what if, unlike clovers shooter mode, this gravity mode was NEGATIVE for them. not some ultimate realization of the humans integrity, its whatever happened in snowdin possibly weighing on their back? maybe they killed, maybe they led someone else to kill, but either way it loops back to them, in one way or another its their fault, and the guilt of it literally weighs on their soul and results in the gravity mode?

like i said in my cyan soul fangame concept, i dont have the means to work on a soul fangame (although id still love to), but i am excited to see how other fangames handle it assuming they do try and lead into yellow

#undertale #undertale yellow #undertale yellow spoilers #elle rambles

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franny-writing · 2 years

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My Little Rockstar (f!reader x eddie munson)

Summary: After a night of forgetting extra protection when Y/n and Eddie were alone, they ended up with a rockstar of their own. Y/n has to find a way to tell him while trying to sort out her own thoughts

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A/n: I'm not a fan of the ending, feels kinda rushed and this is after a long hiatus of writing so hopefully it's not too terrible. Enjoy :)

“Eddie! Stop it!” Y/n giggled out, as Eddie was kissing up her neck. His curls were tickling her, causing her to start giggling. Eddie ignored her pleas and brought his hand up her thigh, the metal rings cold against her hot skin, “what if Wayne comes home?” she whispered out, deciding to give up on making the other stop.

Eddie briefly stopped his attack on her neck to reply, “He said he was going to be gone for the rest of the evening,” he brought his other hand that wasn't on her thigh to lift up the hem of her shirt, giving him room to roam her stomach, “but if you want to stop, stop me now.” he breathed out against her neck, where a hickey also resided. She let out a shaky breath and shook her head no, grabbing the hand that was on her thigh and bringing it up closer to her heat. Eddie chuckled and nodded his head, understanding her wishes. From that point forward, the room was filled with the smell of sweat, sex, and the sounds of pleasure.

Robin knocked on the stall where crying could be heard, “everything okay in there?” she asked awkwardly. The crying increased in volume, causing her eyes to widen, and whisper out a curse word, “my name is Robin, I’m in the marching band if you have ever been to the games and whatnot. But that's beside the point, do you, uh, need help?” she stopped herself before she went on an hour-long tangent.

Y/n sucked in a long breath and got up from the toilet seat on shaky legs, and opened the stall door to be met with blue eyes, belonging to a brown-haired female. Y/n smiled awkwardly and showed Robin the cause of her crying, “Oh shit.” Robin whispered out when she saw the stick, a stick that showed two lines.

Robin and Y/n sat inside the stall, both sitting across from each other. Robin was fidgeting with her fingers while Y/n fiddled with the pregnancy test. “So, you obviously don’t have to tell me, seeing as we just officially met like 10 minutes ago, and it's definitely not any of my business but, uh, whose the father?” Robin asked while looking at her hands.

Y/n chuckled lowly and replied, “You know Eddie?” Robin nodded, “well he’s the father. We have been dating for a while now, so I guess it was bound to happen if we stopped being careful.”

“You going to tell him?”

Y/n frowned, “Yeah, I have to,” she said while grabbing some toilet paper to wrap the stick in before putting it in her bag, “just don't know how.”

Robin shrugged, “Don’t have to rush into it but don’t wait too long either.” That was the best advice she could give at the situation.

Y/n nodded with a warm smile, standing up as her legs started to feel tingly, “Thank you, for both knocking on the stall and staying to talk with me,” she said while helping Robin stand up as well, “let’s hang out sometime.” Robin nodded and opened the stall and led them both out to the hallways.

It has officially been a week later, and Y/n still has yet to mention anything about the pregnancy to Eddie. She knew that she had to tell him soon, maybe even today. She also knew that she had no reason to be afraid. But she couldn’t help it. Her mind started going haywire thinking of all his possible reactions. Is he gonna get upset at her for getting pregnant? Is he gonna be happy to be a father and start crying tears of joy? Or is he gonna not be ready and decide that it wasn’t worth it to stay? All these thoughts, except for the one where he is happy, are just overthinking thoughts. She knew that Eddie wasn’t the kind of person to be upset at her, considering it takes two to tango and he knew that just as much as she did. She also knew that he would never ever leave Y/n with a child, to take care of the child all by her lonesome. But again, these thoughts were just the production of her anxiety and overthinking.

While she was dealing with her own thoughts, Eddie was as well. He wasn’t an idiot, he noticed when Y/n started withdrawing. As soon as she started becoming distant, he couldn't stop thinking of all the possible bad things that he did. But yet, he couldn’t think of a single thing. He wasn’t perfect, he had made many mistakes before. But each time, they would talk it out together. Explain to each other why they were upset and what could be changed. They weren’t the most healthy relationship to exist, but dammit, they were perfect for each other. They knew how to communicate, and knew how to work through their issues. So when things started to change, he couldn’t possibly think of any reason why.

When Y/n asked to come over that night, he couldn’t sit still. He started worrying that maybe she finally got tired of him. Realized that he was truly a freak like everyone in Hawkins believed him to be.

“Hey,” Y/n said in a timid tone when Eddie opened the door, “is your uncle here?” Eddie shook his head and opened the door further, signaling for her to come in and make herself comfortable. She sighed and walked in and sat on the couch, “you might want to sit down.”

Eddie nodded hastily and mentally prepared himself for what she had to say as he sat down next to her, leaving some space between them. “Can I say something first?” he asked while he fiddled with his rings. Y/n nodded hestitanly. “I don’t know what I did, but please, please tell me. You don’t have to stay with me or anything, I just need to know what I did to cause the distance. I love you, and I love our relationship with each other.”

Halfway through what he had to say, Y/n started tearing up. She didn’t realize that he started thinking that something was wrong with them. She knew that she started to distance herself but not how much. So once he was finished with what he had to say, she grabbed the little box that she put the test in and handed it to him without any words.

“What’s this?” he asked as he fiddled with the lid. All she said was to open it so that's what he did. As he was opening the box, Y/n started fidgeting, nervous about his reaction. Eddie was met with a stick, with two lines. He picked it up and took a closer look at it, saw that it had positive and not positive written on it, “help me out here.” he asked, still unsure.

Y/n laughed lightly and brought her hand up to her stomach, “remember that night, where Wayne was gone? And we had some fun, but we forgot our usual protection?” Eddie slowly nodded along, showing that he was listening, “well, that night, we made a little rockstar.” she finished and looked up at him.

Eddies eyes widened, unbelieving what she was saying, “Wait, are you saying,” Y/n nodded with a huge grin. “Oh my god, oh my fuckin god,” he stood up, dropping the stick on the couch, and ran his hands through his curly hair, “shit. I’m going to be a dad?” he asked with tears in his eyes, but it didn’t seem like he was upset causing Y/n to nod with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad!” he yelled out with excitement. He kneeled down and put his hands over hers that lay across her stomach. “Hi little guy,” he started saying, “I'm your papa. And you’re my little rockstar. We are gonna have so much fun together. I’ll buy you your first guitar, teach you how to play it, and introduce you to all the best bands,” Y/n started to lovingly run her hands through his hair, letting him have his moment, “don’t let your mama introduce you to her music. It sucks ass.” Y/n frowned and whacked him on top of his head, “sorry. Anyways, I already love you little rockstar.” Eddie kissed her stomach as he finished and rested his head on top of her thigh. “And I love you Y/n.”

Y/n smiled and bent down to kiss the top of his head, “I love you too, Eddie Munson.”

#fanfiction #imagines #fluff #requests open #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #romance #reader x eddie munson #female reader x eddie munson

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xviruserrorx · 1 year

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Title: "Love Out Of Plain Sight"

Because the author (me) is incompetent and cannot pace or restrain myself at all, my wonderful giftee (Adam) is going to get a two in one gift! Uh... Yeah long story short I have been writing your (hi Adam 😃👋) gift but I was like "No, this is THEE jewishadammilligan (also I should just mention now I may have squealed when I saw who I got) they deserve extravagance!" And then shortly regretted that as the fic got really long... Kinda freaked out, contacted the amazing @klayr-de-gall (who is running this awesome event might I add midamgiftexchange2022) which they handled frazzled and sporadic me so amazing and they gave me a grace period then as I pulled two all nighters writing I realized I still would not have enough time even with the grace period so, TA-DA double the gifts!

I wrote this rather quickly and no beta so I apologize if there's any Grammer mistakes. But I really hope you like it, your original "extravagance" gift written specifically for you is still being written as fast as I can write and hopefully I will get it to you within the week! Enjoy!!!!

Gifted to: @jewishadammilligan

Fandom: Supernatural

Prompt(s): "Fluff or silly AU's"

Relationship(s): Adam Milligan/Michael

Character(s): Adam Milligan, Michael (archangel)

Important tag(s): Bartender Adam Milligan, Fluff, Dash of angst, Accidental Engagement, Canon Divergence

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Drinking, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 4,086

With a ducked head, he hesitantly brought the glass to his mouth with a brief pause before taking a sip. "We're… engaged?"

Adam reached to grab the empty shot glass and caught another glance of the ring around his finger, It was a simple small band but its presence was felt and known. He shrugged. "Why not?"

Adam gets his "little job" but even then, that brings its own unexpected occurrences when your boyfriend is an Archangel.

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Something more than noise always accompanied Adam where he went. The sounds of his childhood were like pollen off of flowers, sticking and serving as a reminder of where things had once been and once were. He could find familiarity in them—comfort even.

But the sounds of a bar were far from that.

The constant clink of glasses against one another, against the wood of the table tops, or ice sloshing around. There was a constant buzz of minor sounds that clouded over the hum of chatter in the background. Though despite that, the bar quickly became a place of familiarity along with the noises that inhabited the space.

The only new and interrupting noises were coming from Adam.

A soft hum escaped his mouth to the tune of a song as he absentmindedly danced to it. Everything known as, rhythmically, he moved along to his own beat, chopping away at the limes on his cutting board.

The ones that weren't rolled were pushed off to the side as he did so to the ones that needed it. An alarming perfume, tangent from the pungent smell of sweet citrus that layered over the warm amber of the bar, stuck to his hands. A scent that would carry on long after he left for home.

Everyone, he found, was too busy in their own engagements to give a curious eye towards the humming and dancing of the bartender. Allowing him to do more than hum or move much to his own enjoyment just as much as Michael's.

Something that Michael, himself, thought nobody knew he was secretly thankful for… Much like his ignorance towards the specific song Adam had been humming for weeks with no end in sight. From the second he woke up, picked between the black combination of tie and waistcoat or bowtie and suspenders to the moment he stripped away his clothes at the end of the night before bed.

Much something, one and the same, if not already known, Adam very much knew of as well.

The odd mix of admiration in Michael's face but deep annoyance in his posture had kept Adam from concealing his smile around him for the lengthy time the tune had kept its space in his head. The catchy melody, on his lips in every situation even if deemed so inappropriate, or in a matter that definitely did not call for a song.

All things that kept him well entertained as he continued to cut lemons and limes.

He took a spin, still with the knife in hand, coming face to face with Michael. Eyes followed his every move but with that known something else Adam loved to poke and prod at.

"What?" He questioned, playing innocent.

Michael took a deep resounding sigh and shook his head. "Nothing."

"That look isn't nothing," He chided him, haphazardly waving around the knife.

Michael all but rolled his eyes. "That song you were humming," He said, but kept his eyes on the knife as it sliced through the lime and hit the board.

"What about it?" He looked up from the last lime he was cutting into, receiving a done look from Michael. He chuckled. "Oh come on, you love it."

"I hate it."

"It's amazing!"

"It's terrible."

"It's the best thing ever created, Michael," Adam exclaimed.

Michael scoffed. "I could argue with creation."

"Well then—Ow!" The knife clattered down as he raised his index finger to his mouth. Blood stained the skin when he pulled back to take a look at the deep gash across his finger. A small moan of pain escaped as he put it back to his mouth in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Michael held out his hand instantly. "Let me."

He obliged, laying his hand in Michael's. A single finger was lightly brushed over the gash. The skin instantly healed, leaving behind only the trace of blood and phantom pain as evidence of it ever being there.

"Better?" He lightly brushed over his finger again as he looked up at him.

Adam smiled. "Yeah." Taking his hand back as Michael retreated his own hands, he eyed the area where the skin had stitched itself back together.

Though his awe of the situation was quickly interrupted by the ring of the bell above the bar door. A man dressed in a suit and coat trudged in, making a beeline for the bar.

"Crap," he hissed under his breath. He quickly cleaned up his mess and washed his hands before turning back to Michael. "We're not finished."

He threw the towel in hand halfway to hang over his shoulder as he made his way over to the man. "What can I get for you, Sir?"

The man didn't so much as bother with his coat as he sat down at the first chair he approached. "Whiskey—neat, please."

"You got it." He pulled a clean glass and turned to grab the correct bottle from the bottom shelf. "Rough day?" He questioned, trying to make small talk.

The man scoffed. "You could say that."

He poured and then pushed the drink forward as it came to the line. "There you go."

"Thanks."

He shot Michael a smile as he got back to what he was originally doing before. He grabbed the last of the lime wedges he had cut, squeezing them into the awaiting drink he had been preparing.

But before he could even reach for another, he heard the telltale sound of an empty glass hitting the bar top.

"Another, please."

He wiped his hands on the towel before walking back over to the man and doing as asked. "Sure, you're alright, sir?" He slid the re-filled drink back towards the man.

The man hung his head, his eyes red and far away as he asked, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Once," Adam answered. "The other time it was more… walking beside it."

The man sniffed. "Better than falling." He let go of the glass and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out something and depositing it on the bar top. "Been holding onto that for months… but I guess I wasn't quick enough."

Adam stayed quiet and continued to listen as he looked down at the discarded ring band that glimmered under the dull lighting of the bar.

"Twelve years… down the drain, all just because I came home early." He shook his head in disbelief with a tight pained grin. "If it's one thing, take love by the hand while it's still beside you." He brought the glass to his lips and downed its contents in one go.

Adam stayed still as the man pulled out his wallet and left more than enough for what he drank.

"Keep the change." He stood from the chair and started to make his way toward the door.

"Sir!" Adam called, he picked up the ring still on the bar top. "You forgot this."

The man gave him a somber smile and a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Keep it. I think you'll find more use for it than I ever will." The chime of the bell on top of the door followed him out into the night.

Adam twisted the ring between his fingers. The metal caught the light with a glimmer before he pocketed the object. He spared another glance towards Michael with a smile before grabbing the empty glass. "What's that look for?"

Michael's eyes widened. "Hm?"

"That look," he stated. He grabbed the drink he had been working on and walked back towards him. "You act like I don't see it every time anyone sits here."

"And that is?"

"If looks could kill, Michael. These poor guys." He shook his head. Though almost like it were yesterday, vibrant memories flashed in his head of instances where a single look from Michael was someone's death. "I take that back actually." He quickly countered. "No smiting any of my customers."

"Unless none of them are demons, there won't be any smiting of your customers," he soothed.

"Thank you. Now—" Adam placed the glass he had in hand in front of him. "Drink up." He smiled.

Michael all but glanced at it for a brief second as though it was a plague before looking back and cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, humor me," Adam pleaded.

"This stuff will kill you."

"But not you. Try it, I made it special." He scooched the glass an inch closer with a finger.

Michael gave him a wary look before picking up the drink and giving the liquid a few swishes around the glass. "Special?" He questioned.

"Mhm," he hummed. "Special."

The glass was raised to the light as Michael contemplated the mixed drink. He lowered it with another glance inside and towards Adam who beamed a smile and wiggled his eyebrows. Taking an uneasy breath, Michael took a decent-sized drink.

"Well…?" Adam proded. "Are the molecules any good?"

He brought the glass a safe distance away from himself, licked his lips, furrowed his eyebrow, and cocked his head to the side. "It's… sweet?" He swallowed, his tongue moving in his mouth as unrecognized flavors danced, masking themselves behind ones he could distinguish.

"Well, then that's good for you." Adam bit his lip at his reaction.

Michael cleared his throat, grimacing at the aftertaste. "What is that?"

Adam shrugged his shoulders as if he hadn't been the one to make it. He made sure to leave him hanging as he saw one of the guys sitting at the far table stand and make his way toward the bar.

"My little mystery for you, figure it out."

He slung the towel back over his shoulder and walked towards the guy. "What can I get you?"

"Four shots of vodka and three cokes."

"Coming right up." He got to collecting everything he needed.

The young man leaned against the counter. "Are you new here?"

The comment caught him off guard but he continued, keeping up conversation and doing the task at hand as best he could. "Yeah, just started a couple of days ago."

The man gestured back at the table he had been at. "Me and my friends are regulars here, you could say."

"Guess I'll be seeing a lot of you then." Adam pushed a polite smile.

"And you as well."

Adam gave a curt nod before sliding the shots his way. "Here you go."

The man grabbed the extra shot and took it down, passing the glass back. "Say… when does your shift end?"

Adam froze. "Excuse me?" He jerked up the coke he was serving as he missed the glass towards the end.

"I mean, could I take you somewhere once you're able to get out of here?"

"Oh…." He said, letting it sink in. "Oh! Uh, I…."

"Were you…?

"No, I—um…" He panicked. He fumbled with the ring in his pocket. His last-second decision of his judgement failed him as he shimmied the ring on his ring finger in his pocket. He raised his hand to clearly see the band. "I'm—I'm taken."

He saw Michael visibly choke on his drink out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to grin as he peaked over before letting his eyes fall back on the customer in front of him. "I'm sorry if I…"

The man shook his head. "No, don't, I apologize. You didn't do anything of the sort. Should had know a good-looking guy like you would already be taken."

He watched Michael bristle at his comment again.

"Engaged? Married?" The man questioned.

He turned the band around his finger with his thumb. "Uh, engaged—newly." He slid the ready-poured drinks towards him.

"Congrats. Lucky guy." He grabbed the drinks and left with a smile back to his table.

Adam let out a slow exhale. "Not a demon. Can't kill him either, Michael," he chided him for safety measures. He ran a cloth over the counter from the few drops that had split. He smiled to himself before looking over, expecting the same look back from Michael but instead just saw the opposite.

His glance was locked in one spot on the counter, not breaking even when he brought up his hand and rubbed it over his mouth before going back to the glass. His posture and everything screaming flashing red lights had Adam worried about how to approach it.

"Michael?" He waited for a look, an answer—something, before closing the distance between them. He pushed the cloth aside as he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Hey," he snapped his fingers a few times. "Earth to Michael."

Michael's attention snapped back to him. "Sorry…" he shook his head.

"Where were you?"

"Here… always," he answered.

Adam smiled. "With me?"

"With you." He held the glass from the rim and gently swishes it around.

Adam tilted his head. "You okay?"

"Okay," Michael repeated. Words lacking any and all emotion. With a ducked head, he hesitantly brought the glass to his mouth with a brief pause before taking a sip. "We're… engaged?"

Adam reached to grab the empty shot glass and caught another glance of the ring around his finger, It was a simple small band but its presence was felt and known. He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Why not?" Michael repeated again, a chuckle edging on disbelief as he shook his head. "Shouldn't this at least be… proper then?" He took a drink, eyebrows furrowed both from his question and the still unknown flavour in his sweetened drink.

"I mean most people get engaged a few years after dating. What's ten… hundred years?"

Michael put down his glass, pushing it a small distance away from himself with disdain. "Dating?"

"Nonsensical terms." Adam waved his hand. "All this really. Rings, vows, the whole getting down on one knee and clandestine white weddings." Despite his claims of nonsense though, he looked off with something wanting. Knowing that was always what he had imagined for himself all through his life before everything happened. "Just something created for one person's used and pushed on everybody else."

Michael cocked his head, an all too knowing look on his face complete with a small content smile. "Nonsense you say?"

"Nonsense, Michael. Full of it."

"You haven't taken it off." He remarked with a gesture towards his hand.

Adam put his hand straight out in front of him, allowing the ring to catch the dim lights of the bar as he admired the ring with a small wiggle of his fingers. "I think it looks quite good, don't you?" He lowered his hand and showed it to Michael.

"If I agree?"

"You did put a ring on it."

"Technically you put that ring on yourself," Michael corrected.

He waved his hand. "Same thing, angel."

Michael tilted his head, eyebrows in that worrying position again like Adam had seen so many of the angels do before; just never Michael in so many instances. His gaze, temporarily lost in his unwanted drink while Adam stopped in his actions.

"Does it mean the same thing?" He earnestly asked.

Adam froze in what he was doing. Hating that despite Michael being the first-born archangel the whole knowing humans before their creations and watching them from the beginning of time, he still asked questions that at times reminded Adam that he was in fact an angel. Though at the same time, he began to wonder if it didn't make him all that different from an everyday human being. Questioning what he held a lack of understanding for; love, feelings…. Things that Adam wished he could ask as so plain and simple about.

He took a deep breath. "No, Michael, it doesn't. That's just how these types of things work."

"These types of things?" He repeated in a question.

"You, Me—" he smiled. "Us…. This." He gestured around at their surroundings. "Everything, Michael."

"It's hard to understand all of this sometimes."

He chuckled. "I'm not the wisest of teachers either."

"I wouldn't have anyone else, or rather can't… you're the only one who knows you after all," he admitted.

Adam smiled. "And you?"

"I'm learning."

"Then… us?" He asked.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

"If I do?"

"Then explain it to me."

"Fine." Adam wiggled the ring off his finger and leaned over the counter, grabbing Michael's left hand in his. He cleared his throat. "Michael… you don't have a last name do you?"

"Celestial being," he stated. "And that's what is worrying you right now?"

"Yes, and it's a good thing I have one then," Adam remarked. "Uh…" he aimlessly waved his hand, "something about love and togetherness—"

"Togetherness?" He questioned.

"Hush, I've only ever seen this done in movies."

Michael ducked his head, hiding a smile in his glass.

Adam sighed. "What do people say when they propose?" He suddenly wished he had watched all those soppy romance drama movies with his mom.

Michael put down his glass. "Is that what you're doing? Proposing?"

"Do you need me down on one knee too?" Adam teased.

Michael cocked his head with an amused grin.

Adam shook his head, a warm chuckle escaping his mouth as his grip on Michael's hand tightened. He took a breath. "I'm proposing… that we've been together for hundreds of years, locked in a place I never really saw the true horrors of thanks to you. We only had each other and I… care about you, and even though this ring means nothing, you mean something—everything to me. So—" he raised the ring, "will you take my proposition?"

A grin was placed on Michael's face nonetheless, but a hint of confusion was buried underneath something Adam didn't know.

"With careful consideration?" Michael half questioned. Hesitance hanging for a drop and catch of reassurance.

Adam shifted his hold, gripping his hand tighter with a smile. "I wouldn't know any other way from you."

"And if I say yes?"

"Yes? Then this—" he raised the ring, "—will belong there—" he tapped Michael's ring finger.

He watched his expression change into something unreadable, leaving his heart to jump with worry that his mind pushed aside….

Then Michael spoke.

"If it doesn't belong there?" The question was as nonchalant as could be.

Adam gasped for a breath he didn't realize he has completely exhaled at Michael's words. "Oh… well, I—"

"No," Michael lightly chuckled over his sputtering. "This." He grabbed the ring from him in one hand and Adam's left hand in the other before sliding the ring back onto his finger.

"Oh."

"Like you said. It looks quite good there."

Adam straightened back up once his heart had found Its place and his breath had returned. "It does, doesn't it? Nice fit." He gave another small wiggle of his fingers, the cold band rubbing against the insides of his pinky and middle finger.

Michael scoffed a laugh. "What did I say yes to exactly? Loving you is understandable but I know marriage is usually tied in."

"Not fond of the whole commitment thing?"

He tilted his head for a second. "I'd rather not engage in anything that has to do with my father."

"Most people don't," Adam explained. "We'll just elope."

Michael caved. "I'll bite. Where?"

He shrugged. "Anywhere."

"Anywhere to me means a matter of things," he informed.

"Well, usually people do Vegas or something, not Mars or the Milky Way…. Not that I'm complaining or anything."

Michael smiled. "Whatever you wish."

Adam smiled in the moment but found it cut short as the bell above the door once again yanked his attention to look. He straightened and gave a friendly but curt wave to the older man coming in the door as he recognized him from the previous days he had worked.

He turned back to Michael. "Well, until then…" He ducked behind the bar and came up with something in hand. "I have another customer." He reached over and pushed a strawberry on the rim of his glass. "Fiancé."

He watched Michael's eyes on the strawberry before he looked back at him with a criticizing look from the newly placed nickname.

"Yeah, I know, felt weird for me too. Remind me to never do that again."

Michael nodded. "Will do."

He pushed himself away and over to the older man. "Same thing?" He questioned, receiving a single nod back.

He went through the steps in his head as he finished making the drink. "Try that." He set it down in front of him.

The man took a long sip before putting it back down. "Perfect," he said.

Adam mentally applauded himself, letting a bright smile shine through at his self-satisfaction.

"See, told you you'd get it down with a few times for practice."

"Fast learner," he boasted. Though he knew it had taken him multiple attempts plus practice during his free time and much feedback from Michael and his 'tastes like molecules' to get it in drinkable condition. If the previous days were any proof of too much of one thing or too little of another.

The man's eyes widened. "That's new?" He pointed to his hand.

Adam looked down, smiled. "It is." He pretended to be casual about, maybe even forgetful about the ring around his finger despite the fact that it had all happened within the span of the last hour.

"Well look at you. Who's the lucky person?" He questioned.

Adam twisted the ring and took a brief glance over to Michael who was more preoccupied with staring at his drink. He smiled. "I am…"

The older man raised his glass. "Congrats."

All he wanted to do was rush home and to be alone with Michael how things once were and always had been. Just each other and nothing else. But first, he still had something to do.

He finished and walked back over to Michael. "Figured it out?" He looked towards the glass.

Michael wore a soft smile. "Strawberry…" he announced. He tapped and traced the rim of his glass with his middle finger. "It was strawberry."

He leaned into his space, lowering his voice for just them. "If you're right?"

Michael cocked an eyebrow. "A reward?" He questioned.

Adam grinned, he reached over and plucked the strawberry from the glass, taking a bite of half of it before leaning back over and holding out the other half for Michael.

Mischief played on Adam's lips, something Michael could hardly miss. His eyes never once left; a gaze like desire yet to be broken as he took the offering from his fingers.

Adam's left hand went over Michael's, the now prominent ring joining both of them together before back to each other. He brought his non-occupied hand back, dropping the leaves and stem to the side and licking the juices from where the strawberry had been between his thumb and forefinger. Tied eye contact not breaking to anything that dared to call attention.

Michael swallowed and licked his lips. "If I'm wrong?" He asked.

Adam cocked his head, sporting a faux expression of contemplation more to tease and play than anything. "Don't you want to know." His words were anything but a question.

"Do I?"

He always figured change was tied in with life-altering choices like proposing or marriage. But this—Michael, was anything but change; a warm wave of nostalgia that was there and always meant to be there.

Michael turned his hand, giving Adam more access to thread their fingers together. Both of their holds on another tightened for a pulse of breath before loosening yet still firm, neither one of them letting go.

And like a fish with a hook in its mouth, fighting against the line, reeling closer as the waves moved with gentle ease that was otherwise so; they were both weak. They had caught each other looking for the same thing but found one another, pulling and fighting for the unknown at the end of the line until they faced what they knew all along that had led them to be so weak.

Adam's attention was tied to the slight tilt of Michael's head and that subtle upward curve of his lips. A gentle taunt as Michael studied Adam just as close as well. The way his hand flew and went in every which direction with every word he spoke, or even his bright light-up-the-world smile that shined every moment it could.

And in the end, he did just that, both of them aware of the other and everything in between, he cocked his head and smiled…

#virusfanfic #midam gift exchange 2022 #midamgiftexchange2022 #supernatural #midam #adam milligan #michael spn #supernatural fanfiction #bartender!adam #bartender adam milligan #there was a couple post a couple months back of adam being a bartender so thats where i kinda got the idea for this

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pb-loves-owls · 1 year

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Got curious and looked up the meaning of snapdragons and

Raine having a snapdragon at their windowsill could now mean a few things! 1) they aren’t interested in anyone at that moment 2) they aren’t interested in men, specifically 3) Eda simp

Now. All of these are super cool and interesting but, me hyperfixating on…… ya know……… found this specific section to be interesting

“…power to ward off evil, be it deception, or a curse”.

also to ward off evil spirits including witches, which is lowkey sending me.

I’ll end this post with this… Raine would totally send Eda a bouquet of snapdragons to say that she’s both hot and dangerous. I just don’t know if Eda would automatically know that it’s supposed to be a romantic gesture or if she’s meant to eat it or both.

Warning under the cut: it’s bizarre and goes off in a tangent and involves clown demons. It’s just really silly.

Ok I lied there’s more. I wanted to make this a separate post because this is… so so dumb.

I HC that Eda was more the type for not-serious/casual relationships post-breakup. like a real heartbreaker but also not a total jerk and was very open like “look, you seem cool but imma be real. I’m not looking for anything serious at the mo’ and if you wanna back out, that’s fine by me. you want me to forget you exist? Boom. Already forgotten. Wanna still be friends? Sure, but just know that the last message I sent to a friend was five years ago when I was drunk at a dive bar.”

Raine was the wine and dine and court for a long time before deciding to go full pursuit or not. really getting to know the person before putting a ton of energy into wanting them. they don’t wanna fall in love and then find out that they’re secretly a clown demon just waiting for the moment to strike. It happened once and they’ve mastered suppressing that memory. They still can’t smell a flower without the fear of being squirted with water.

And it didn’t happen once. It happened Every. Single. Time.

How it ended went like this.

They and their clown demon ex-gf were in bed, about to do the you know what for the first time. and they hear it….. a honk. They shrug it off. Thinking it’s their partner’s scroll going off because that is their girlfriends ringtone yes that’s right. Their clown demon former partner had a Honk for a Ringtone and Raine was STILL caught unawares by the clown. The two were just starting to get heated. juuust starting to do under the clothes action… when another honk happened.

When it happened…. after Raine squeezed a clowny tit. they gave it two more squeezes just to hear two more honks.

They turn on the lights and BOOM. what do they see?!? Their girlfriend, covered head to gosh dang toe in white. All over Raine’s body is smudged up pink body paint. The hurt. The betrayal. The carnival music.

#the owl house #raine x eda #raeda #shitpost #I’m. so sorry for this yall…..#I wanted to make a separate post for the clown stuff but I’m too lazy and mobile doesn’t let me copy and past allllll of it.

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Rodolfo - Chapter 7 - An Academic Achievement

Rodolfo manages to get those pictures for Soap. Alejandro is starting to grow on him. Even if Valeria insists he shouldn't.

Rodolfo waited at the cafe. He’d already got the assignment and a notebook set up so he could take notes. Notes helped him a lot.

Thankfully, Alejandro was only five minutes late, this time. “Hey.” Alejandro said as he sat down. “Spanish or english?”

“Spanish, obviously.” Rodolfo smiled, already switched. “You’re on time. Sort of.”

“Yeah, one of the players broke their leg. Sucks for them, but Price had to take them to the hospital, so I got out on time.” Alejandro smiled.

Rodolfo frowned. “Poor them… Will they be okay?”

“Oh!” Alejandro frowned and seemed sheepish. “Yeah, I’m sure. Gaz went with them, so you could ask him.”

Rodolfo nodded. He probably wouldn’t, but he was glad for the option. “Well, I got everything set up.” He gestured.

Alejandro nodded. “So I see. Alright, let’s get started.”

Alejandro tutored Rodolfo for about an hour. At some point, he’d went off on this huge tangent to try to compare the problem to a donut. He’d gotten very passionate about it and Rodolfo had somehow found himself biting the end of his pencil and imagining Alejandro’s face between his legs.

He wasn’t sure how he got there, either. He stopped once he realized and quickly sat up. Alejandro was still talking, gesturing big as he did so. They’d definitely gathered a few stares, but Rodolfo didn’t care. Alejandro was kind of cute.

“Anyway, do you get it, now?” Alejandro said, once he was done.

Rodolfo smiled. “I think so. Though… I don’t really understand why you chose a donut?”

“I’m hungry.” Alejandro admitted, sheepishly.

“Well, after this, do you want to get dinner?” Rodolfo offered, since he was also hungry.

“Sure!” Alejandro grinned and then continued to tutor him.

When they were done, Alejandro helped him gather his stuff and they went to a random restaurant. “So, did you bring the pictures? I legally have to ask or Soap will skin me.” Rodolfo asked after they ordered, hoping to god Alejandro had not forgotten them.

“I did!” Alejandro dug in his bag, getting out a small box. “They’re polaroids so… Not the best quality but… there’s a decent amount of them. Several of Ghost. I reprinted them. So, you can just take them.”

Rodolfo took the box immediately. “Thank god.” He opened the box, looking over the pictures. The top one was of a stage where Ghost, with a fairly intricate skull mask, and Alejandro were next to each other. Alejandro was singing into a mic and Ghost was playing the guitar, a little behind him. Alejandro’s hair was long. Rodolfo blinked, not having ever thought that’d be attractive, but damn it was.

There was writing on the back. He turned it over and smiled. Ale and the Ghost. “Ale and the Ghost, huh?” He looked up at Alejandro, who looked sheepish.

“Yeah, Ghost and I were not… very creative.” Alejandro shrugged.

Rodolfo smiled. “No, I like it.” He did. It sounded like a band name. Very tongue and cheek. Well, now he had a name. “Was this a concert?”

“Concert is pushing it. More… performance.” Alejandro chuckled, taking the picture from him and looking almost sad. “Our last one.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Rodolfo frowned. He looked down into the box again, taking out more pictures. Several of them were blurry but he found one that he knew, immediately, Soap was gonna adore. It was of Ghost. He had slightly shaggier hair than he did now, and it was a little more dirty blonde. He was half bent over, presumably in the middle of a headbang if Rodolfo had to guess. The picture was from under him and he had a black face mask covering his face.

Black eyeshadow surrounded his eyes and he was mid strum on the guitar. “Soap is gonna die when he sees this.” Rodolfo grinned, showing Alejandro.

Alejandro laughed. “I thought the same when I was reprinting it. There’s more of similar in there.”

Rodolfo smiled. He was so glad Alejandro was doing this favor for him. He continued to look through the pictures, spotting one of Alejandro. Alejandro was shirtless, beating on some drums. His hair was wet and he was half covered in some kind of black paint that was splashed everywhere in the scene.

He held it up. “Black paint?”

“Black out!” Alejandro grinned, taking the picture. “Oh god, I remember that night! Hang on.” He grabbed the box and dug through it before coming up with more pictures. “This was a charity event. It was called Black Out. It was for this kid with cancer. It was to raise funds to afford his surgery.”

Rodolfo almost melted. Oh that was so sweet… “Did they raise enough?”

“No, but I paid the rest of it off, anyway. Convinced my dad it would make him look good.” Alejandro shrugged, showing Rodolfo the other pictures. “I poured black paint on the drums and it splattered everywhere as I played.”

Rodolfo looked over the pictures, smiling. Alejandro had started out fairly clean but ended up almost completely covered in the black paint. There were several of Ghost, too, who looked like the black paint had been dumped on his head and dripped down on him. He was wearing a white tank top, too.

And Alejandro had paid off the rest of the charity. He had never considered that Alejandro could be so sweet. “Wow…” He smiled. “Why black?”

“The kid’s favorite color was black.” Alejandro nodded, showing Rodolfo another picture. It was a little kid between Ghost and Alejandro. They were throwing up the rockstar hand sign and Alejandro and the kid had their tongues out. The kid was also fairly covered in paint.

Rodolfo needed to be very careful or he’d fall very quick for Alejandro. “That’s so adorable.” He smiled. He was gonna keep that picture and the first. “I didn’t know you could be so generous.”

“Oh, most of our shows were for charity.” Alejandro shrugged. “I could afford to keep us afloat and it was never for the money for Ghost. He just liked to play. Got out frustration, apparently.”

Rodolfo nodded a little. Fuck, Alejandro was… actually really fucking good of a person. He looked over more of the pictures, putting the ones that were of Ghost or ones he thought Soap would like the most on top.

“I um… I hope this doesn’t seem like too much but I found a mixtape of some of our stuff.” Alejandro got out a tape from his bag. “I thought Soap would appreciate it. Though, you can listen to it, too.”

“A mixtape??” Rodolfo laughed. “Old school.” He took it, though, putting it in the box. “I think Soap has a Walkman. He went through a retro phase last year.”

“Ah.” Alejandro laughed. “I think the radio club has a tape player, anyway. So, you could borrow that, I’m sure.”

“Yeah.” Rodolfo smiled. “Damn, you thought of everything. Starting to wonder if you have a crush on Soap.”

Alejandro frowned. “No. I just… Well, I want you and I to be friends and… I figure if I help Soap out, maybe you’ll stop looking at me like I’m an asshole.”

Rodolfo frowned. Alejandro had picked up on that? “I don’t think you’re an asshole.” He mumbled, looking away.

“I know you do. And I get it. I insulted you on our third time meeting each other. I’m a frat guy, we already don’t have a high reputation and… well, my old best friend is telling you I’m a shithead and you should stay away from me.” Alejandro sighed. “The… cards are stacked against me. But… I want us to be friends. So, I want to try.”

Rodolfo frowned. He sighed. Alejandro had been putting in a good effort. “Look I… admit that I did but now… I dunno. You’ve changed my mind. Maybe I’m willing to look past it so I have someone to speak Spanish with.” He teased, a little.

Alejandro seemed relieved. “Well, I’ll do whatever I need to to change your mind. If that involves dragging up some… mildly cringe memories to make your friend happy, then I will do that.”

Rodolfo chuckled. “And I am very grateful for that. He’s gonna be over the moon.”

“I hope so.” Alejandro grinned. “Tell me how he reacts.”

“I will.” Finally their food arrived and Rodolfo started to eat, putting the box in his own bag. “I just hope he doesn’t die on the spot. From happiness.”

“I will pay his hospital bills if so.” Alejandro laughed, shaking his head.

Rodolfo grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.” He relaxed. Maybe Alejandro wasn’t so bad.

When he got back, Soap was already in bed. He debated waiting until the next afternoon but… no, Soap would want it, now. He shook him awake. “Hey… Soap.”

Soap groaned and for a moment, tried to wave him off. But then he jerked upright. “You’re back! Did he have the pictures??”

Rodolfo laughed softly and shook his head. “You’re cute. Here.” He got the box out and handed it to him. “Ale and the Ghost.”

“Ale and the Ghost?” Soap frowned.

“That’s their band name.” Rodolfo chuckled, sitting on Soap’s bed and turning on his lamp. “Alejandro found one of their mixtapes. You still have that walkman, right?”

“Of course I do!” Soap grinned, immediately opening the box. He put the tape to the side, though Rodolfo could see the restraint in his eyes. He melted at the first picture, the one of Ghost mid headbang. “Oh… Oh Rudy…” He seemed in awe. “He was so pretty…” He touched the picture.

Rodolfo laughed, softly. “So, am I forgiven? Completely?”

“You’re more than forgiven! Fuck, I’m gonna petition to have you sainted!” Soap hugged Rodolfo, tightly. “This is better than Christmas! Oh, I’m gonna have to get you the best birthday present ever, now!”

Rodolfo laughed. “No need. You’re my best friend. I know you’d do the same.”

“Yes but I can’t and you can and I- thank you so much, Rudy…” Soap went back to the pictures and Rodolfo watched Soap marvel over each one. Rodolfo had left all of them in there, save for the one of Alejandro in black paint that he’d saved for himself.

“He said you can keep them. He reprinted them.” Rodolfo hummed. “I picked up thumbtacks on the way home.” He got them out of his bag and held them out.

Soap grinned. “You are so brilliant.” He immediately got to work tacking up what Rodolfo assumed was his favorites. Rodolfo got under Soap’s bed, getting his doom box out. Thankfully, Rodolfo had managed to convince him to keep only one.

He rummaged through it and managed to find the neglected walkman, getting it out and getting the earbuds for it out as well. He took the tape from where Soap had set it and put it inside, tapping Soap and offering him an earbud. Soap immediately put it in his ear.

Rodolfo put the other in his own and hit play.

Hey, guys! This is Ale and the Ghost! Alejandro’s voice came through. Ghost, say something.

Something.

Nice. Anyway, this is mixtape number 5! ¡Espero que disfrutes de la escucha!

Rodolfo chuckled, softly. So he was always like that. Soap seemed in another trance, listening intently.

The first song started. It was a cover of “Paint It Black” and it was obviously Ghost’s voice first. Rodolfo had to admit, his voice was pretty good. He could sing really well and that ever so slight roughness really put it over the edge.

Soap was grinning. “He sounds amazing…”

Rodolfo nodded in agreement, chuckling. Then, Alejandro’s voice came in. He was doing the chorus. Rodolfo felt himself blush as he listened. Somehow, Alejandro did the whole thing in spanish; it was perfectly in time and everything and he sounded fantastic.

He was definitely looking up that soundcloud. He glanced at Soap again, who had his eyes closed, and was swaying to the music. He was so glad this had made Soap so happy. And that Soap had forgiven him.

He watched his friend move for a bit before gently handing him the other earbud. “I’m gonna go to bed since I have early classes. Okay?”

Soap quickly nodded, putting the other earbud in.

Rodolfo chuckled and then went to their changing area, changing and then going to bed. He was so glad that Soap had loved it.

“Hey.” Alejandro said as he sat down. “Did you already give him the pictures?”

Rodolfo nodded, smiling. “He was in awe. Already has some of them tacked up.”

Alejandro grinned. “And you’ve been completely forgiven?”

“Completely. He’s apparently gonna have me sainted.”

“Wow.” Alejandro laughed, softly. “Well, I’m glad I could assist, in that case.”

Rodolfo laughed, as well. “You know, you have a pretty good voice. I’m impressed how you rephrased the chorus to be in Spanish of Paint It Black. It was so smooth and flowed so well.”

Alejandro grinned. “You think so? Yeah, it was a pain in the ass. But, I think it was worth it since it came out so good.”

“Definitely.” Rodolfo agreed. He’d listened to more of their music on Soundcloud and Alejandro sang most of his parts in Spanish. “Anyway, I think Soap said this morning that he’s gonna track you down and thank you, himself.”

“Awesome.” Alejandro grinned and nodded. “Well, I look forward to it.”

Rodolfo turned to the Professor as she came in, listening to the lesson. He was dreading the next day. It was the first day of debate club and he knew Valeria was ramping up to be a bitch.

“Hey, so, there’s a party on Friday-” Alejandro started but Rodolfo looked at him, half amused. “Right. Not your scene.” Alejandro flushed. “Just thought I’d offer.”

Rodolfo smiled. “It’s really not.” He turned back to the professor.

Rodolfo nodded as Valeria spoke, explaining everything to the new members. Shockingly, she’d been rather cordial. “I’m the president, this is our Vice President, Rodolfo Parra.”

Rodolfo waved a little. There were 15 of them in total. Including Roach, who Soap had asked if he could join as an interpreter. He and Valeria had been grateful since they needed an interpreter and no one had applied.

He smiled as Roach waved back. Even Valeria had seemed to take a liking to him. “Anyway, we both answer questions and pretty much split responsibility. He’ll lead meetings when I have games. We have a new interpreter.” She gestured to Roach and then went over, dragging Roach’s chair over to the front. Roach seemed to be amused by the action and Rodolfo shook his head. That was Valeria.

“Anyway, our new interpreter. His name is Roach. New members, you will need four copies of your points or speeches. One for the judges, one for yourself, one for Rodolfo and I, and one for Roach. Roach needs practice as well, so you need to give him a copy as soon as possible! Roach, come to me if they don’t, and I’ll get it taken care of.”

Roach gave a thumbs up. Rodolfo smiled. He seemed so excited. Though, he always seemed like that.

Rodolfo stood as Valeria gestured to him. “As you may know, we do not travel for Competitions. Valeria and I do not have time. However, some of you may be offered the chance. You are allowed to take it, we will not hold you back. In this case, come to me and I will help you with the process.”

He gestured to the stage behind him. “This is our practice stage. We share it with the Groovy Shakespeare troupe. You’re gonna occasionally see odd props, just ignore them.” He sighed. “Anyway, Valeria is for questions regarding competitions, I am for everything else. My phone number is on the flier, just text me. I try to answer when I can but I have a very full schedule.”

“Alright, the meeting is over, bye.” Valeria waved to them and then immediately rounded on Rodolfo. “Why were you on a date with Vargas??”

“Keep your voice down!” Rodolfo hissed, glancing at Roach, who had definitely heard. “I wasn’t on a date with Alejandro Vargas. I was… Look, I can’t tell you why. Wait, are you stalking me?!” Rodolfo frowned, now concerned as to how she knew.

“I was at the restaurant with… my own date.” Valeria flushed. “Anyway, regardless, that looked like a fucking date.”

“It wasn’t!” Why was Rodolfo even defending himself to her? “Why do you even care, anyway?”

“Because, I told you to stay away from frat guys! Why didn’t you listen to my advice?? I give great advice, yet you never listen to it!” Valeria crossed her arms.

Rodolfo laughed. “Some of your great advice has been to drown myself in the river. I think you can figure out why I take everything you say with a grain of salt. Anyway, no. It wasn’t a date. And even if it was, it’s none of your business!”

Valeria shook her head. “Look, Alpha Lambda guys will chew you up and spit you back out.”

“Watch it, I happen to have a friend in Alpha Lambda, and so does Roach.” Rodolfo glared at her.

“Alex is the exception. Honestly, I don’t even know why he’s still there.” Valeria waved her hand. “Every other Alpha Lambda guy, however, is an asshole. I can guarantee you that Alejandro is pursuing you for nothing other than some ass for a night.”

Rodolfo was a little offended that she thought he was so stupid. “First off, he’s not pursuing me for ass, he’s made it clear he just wants to be friends. Second off, I’m smart enough to know when I’m being played. Roach, come on, do you still want to be walked back to your dorm?”

Roach got up and quickly nodded, coming over.

“Rodolfo, I mean it! Stay away from him.” Valeria warned.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes and flipped her off, leaving with Roach. “Yes, she’s always like that.” He told him.

Roach giggled, softly, and nodded.

They walked together in silence for a bit. “Hey, do you want to go by the football field and see if Gaz is there? I think he mentioned Price doing some drills. I know it’s a little late but… well, you know Price.”

Roach seemed to consider before nodding, so Rodolfo switched paths to the one that led to the football field. “You enjoying it here?”

Roach nodded. Rodolfo smiled. “I see you and Soap have become close friends. I’m glad. You seem sweet and Soap needs more people to hang out with.”

Roach nodded again and smiled at Rodolfo. “Oh! Fuck, I forgot.” Rodolfo stopped him, remembering that he’d found a necklace in one of his classes. “Farah mentioned you like bugs. So, I found this in one of my classes.”

He pulled it out of his bag. It was a resin pendant with a giant spider in it. “Someone had left it on the ground so I snagged it.”

Roach’s eyes went wide and he immediately took it from Rodolfo, looking in awe. “I can help you put it on?” He offered.

Roach immediately nodded, handing it back and turning around. Rodolfo put the necklace around his neck and then clasped it, smiling. “There. Do you like it?”

Roach nodded and grinned. He signed thank you and Rodolfo signed you’re welcome back. Then, they continued in silence again. When they got closer to the field, Rodolfo started to look around on the field. He stopped when he caught movement behind the bleachers.

Sometimes, Gaz, Alex, and Farah would hang out behind the bleachers and talk, so Rodolfo figured they were doing that that night. He pulled Roach over, frowning as they heard noise the closer they got.

Once around the bleachers, Rodolfo stopped in shock. Instead of Gaz and his friends, Alejandro Vargas was there. He had some blondie against the back of the bleachers, biting their shoulder as he fucked them.

It took Rodolfo a moment to get his brain working again and he quickly grabbed Roach and left, unable to fully process what he’d just seen. Roach looked up at him concerned as they all but ran away from the field.

Rodolfo stopped once he felt they were at a safe distance and shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head. Oh god, why did that… why did that hurt?? He had to fight actual tears, which was so dumb because he didn’t like Alejandro like that.

Roach touched Rodolfo’s sleeve and Rodolfo took a deep breath, looking at Roach, who seemed pretty concerned.

Rodolfo just forced a smile. “See? Valeria has nothing to worry about. Alejandro just wants to be my friend. Nothing more.”

Nothing more at all.

Rodolfo threw himself back in bed, groaning with frustration. He was trying to study but he couldn’t get that fucking image out of his head. What was wrong with him?! He didn’t even like Alejandro, so why was he obsessing over it??

Yeah, he thought Alejandro was cute and he honestly would not mind giving in to just one night of him if Rodolfo was interested in those things, but that was where it stopped. He didn’t want more than that.

So why couldn’t he get it out of his head?? He kept playing it, moment by moment, over and over. He’d practically memorized the way Alejandro had had their leg wrapped around his waist, the movement of his hips, the way a tattoo peaked out of his collar, able to be seen from the way his neck was bent down. Fuck.

Rodolfo covered his face. “Fuck!” He needed to do something to get it out of his head and at this rate, he was tempted to go track down Soap and get him talking about Ghost again just so his brain could focus on something else.

Soap was, unfortunately, keeping his promise and doing the Chemistry Club. Well, fortunately since Rodolfo wanted him to have something to focus on. Unfortunately since that was where he was, right now.

He considered. Well, that meant Dr Jen would be busy with the club since she was their Sponsor. Which meant Laswell would be in her office, likely. She always had good advice. So… he decided to go find her and talk to her. Maybe she’d have good advice or at least something to clear his head.

He got up and grabbed his bag, heading to her office. Thankfully, she was a short walk away, he made it there in about five minutes. He slowed as he came to her door, which was slightly ajar, hearing speaking.

“I know, I know, I just feel like… He’s ignoring whatever is between us on purpose.” Rodolfo recognized the voice, immediately. Alex. Seems like they both needed similar things. Well, he’d not be getting advice, but he was not walking all the way back.

He knocked on the door before going in. Alex was sitting at the little table Laswell had in her office with Laswell. Laswell smiled at him as he came in. “Rodolfo! It’s good to see you!”

Rodolfo smiled and went to the table, sitting down. “It’s good to see you, too.”

“Hey.” Alex smiled, though his eyes showed concern. Shit, Roach must have told them. Oh well, he couldn’t be too mad. He’d never said not to and the freethinkers had made it clear there were no secrets between them.

“Hey, Alex.” Rodolfo nodded.

“Alex and I were talking about his own stuff but you’re free to join.” Laswell nodded. “Tea?”

“What kind?”

“Chai.” Laswell nodded.

Rodolfo knew that was a spicy kind of tea so he nodded, taking a cup from the tea tray she had. She poured him a cup and he put sugar and some cinnamon in it. “What kind of problems, if you don’t mind?”

Alex sighed. “I don’t care if you know. I’m sure everyone can tell. I… I like Gaz.”

“Yeah, it’s… kind of obvious.” Rodolfo winced, smiling sympathetically.

Alex nodded. “I figured. But… I… I know he likes me back. There’s no way he doesn’t. But whenever we get a moment together he just… completely blows me off. Like, the other day, we were hanging out and I mentioned this movie that he’d seemed interested in that was coming to theaters. He said that he was helping Soap unbunk your beds. I accepted that, even though I thought that had already been done. But, when I talked to Soap, Soap said that he’d already done that!”

Rodolfo frowned. Yeah, that was a clear blow off. “Gaz is kind of awkward. Maybe he feels nervous?” He knew that wasn’t it. There was something deeper.

“I don’t know…” Alex sighed. “I just know that whenever we seem to get closer, he yanks away and I… don’t know what to do about it.”

Rodolfo looked to Laswell, who seemed deep in thought. “Well, have you considered trying to talk to him about it? Direct confrontation can be a good method.”

“Yeah, I have. But, he just avoids it. And he has anxiety so I don’t want to trap him or anything.” Alex sighed and slumped. “I wouldn’t mind if he’d outright reject me, but he won’t even do that.”

Rodolfo felt bad for Alex. And Gaz. He knew Gaz wouldn’t do this without a reason. “Hey, maybe do an indirect confrontation. Talk about something else, first. Something… similar. Maybe the topic will round to the one you want. And if it doesn’t, it looks like he’s been avoiding that, anyway, so you wouldn’t be losing anything.”

Alex seemed to consider that. “Yeah, that sounds… well, like something. It’s better than the nothing I had.”

Laswell smiled. “You’re a quick thinker.” She hummed to Rodolfo, who flushed, flattered.

“I try. I’ve been working on problem solving. Need to be able to break down and find solutions quickly.” Rodolfo smiled. He did logic puzzles to help with that.

“Alright, your turn.” Alex said, gesturing as he ate a cookie.

Rodolfo frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you came here. Laswell hasn’t started her internship until next week, and it’s the day that that will be primarily taking place. So, what’s up?” Alex shrugged.

“Deductive reasoning, good job Alex.” Laswell chuckled. “But, he is right. What is it, Rodolfo?”

Rodolfo sighed. He’d been had. Should he tell the truth or make something up? “Last night, on the way back from Debate… Roach and I saw someone… having sex… behind the bleachers on the field. We were trying to see if Gaz was still there.”

“Yeah, Roach told the group chat this morning.” Alex winced. “I can’t believe he’d do that on the field. Gross.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be careful where I sit now.” Rodolfo shook his head. So Roach had told them. “I… I dunno. It’s just been stuck in my mind.”

Laswell raised an eyebrow. “Well, who was it?”

Rodolfo bit his lip. “Alejandro Vargas, he’s… my math partner.” He sighed.

“Oh.” Laswell frowned. “Well, do you like him?”

“No!” Rodolfo responded, too fast from the unconvinced expressions he was given. “No, I don’t. He… He’s kind of an asshole and… so not my type. I prefer… not frat guys. Sorry, Alex.”

“No, I get it. I live with those assholes.” Alex chuckled. “But, Vargas is okay. He’s pretty cool. At least, I’ve never had a problem with him.”

Rodolfo frowned a little. “Yeah… Well…” He turned to Laswell. “He told me I had a stick up my ass on the third day of knowing me.”

Rodolfo saw Alex’s hand fly over his mouth from the corner of his eye. “I take it back, he is an asshole.” Alex said as Laswell frowned.

Rodolfo shook his head. “No, that was definitely an asshole move. But… He apologized right after. And he didn’t have to. And… Well, Soap has a crush that… Alejandro knows. Or used to know. And so he got me some stuff to have Soap forgive me when we were going through a spat. He didn’t have to do that, either. He said it was because he wanted to be friends.”

Alex frowned. “I… don’t mean to… assume. But that sounds like something I would have done for Gaz.”

Rodolfo frowned, confused.

Laswell spoke up, finally. “You know, now that you mention him, I do remember him coming by my office a few days ago. Asked me a bit about you, Rodolfo.”

Rodolfo bit his lip. “Like what?”

“Just asked me to tell him what I could. I said I couldn’t tell him anything because you were my student and I didn’t want to break confidentiality.” Laswell nodded a little.

Rodolfo blinked. First he’d asked Alex, and now Laswell about Rodolfo. That was… odd. Why was Alejandro asking around about him?

“Yeah, he asked me stuff, too. On Tuesday, last week.” Alex nodded. “That’s so weird.”

“Yeah…” Rodolfo agreed, looking down at his tea. That was very weird. “Why would he do that?”

“To find stuff out, obviously.” Alex shook his head. “But… why does he want to find out?”

“Let’s not make any assumptions. He could just be curious about Rodolfo. They are math partners and he has stated he wants to be friends.” Laswell offered Rodolfo more tea and Rodolfo took it.

“You’re right.” Alex nodded. “We can’t make too many assumptions.”

Too late, Rodolfo was already in assumption junction. “I guess…” He mumbled. “Well, regardless, I… I want that image out of my head.”

“Well, unfortunately, I don’t think I can fully help with that.” Laswell frowned. “However, you’re welcome to stay here until you feel better. Alex, you too.”

Alex smiled. “Thanks, Laswell.”

Rodolfo nodded. As long as he was distracted, he didn’t care. “Sounds good.”

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