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satorhime · 11 months

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── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content ㆍ﹒fluff, aged up!nagi, pro footballer!nagi, height difference (reader is shorter than nagi), shopping trips, slightly suggestive, established relationship. f!reader. w.c. 2k & not proofread.

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis ㆍ﹒nagi enjoys running errands if the two of you go together. & ໒꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ꒱ྀིა notes: baby’s first blue lock fic !! honestly i’m supa nervous bc i haven’t written 4 them before n i’m still figuring things out but i hope u enjoy reading this anw <333

“this date is so tiring,” nagi laments for the fifth time since you stepped through the automated sliding doors of the neighborhood supermarket. he blows out a breath from his puffed cheeks, sounding as if he is on the verge of collapsing while you browse the shelves for pantry essentials and late night snacks. “when can we go home?”

a trendy song from a summer spotify mix croons over the tinny speakers overhead, its bubblegum pop lyrics interrupted every now and then by a cheery voice advertising new items and upcoming discounts. the supermarket is busier than when you and seishiro usually stop by, which isn’t all that surprising considering it’s the end of the day. college students carry armfuls of instant ramen and sugary sodas for study sessions and old ladies browse for medicinal teas while parents push full carts of groceries, ignoring their wailing children who press their little noses against the frosty glass of the freezers, begging to be given overpriced ice creams locked away inside.

and you resist the urge to roll your eyes with exasperation, glancing over to where your boyfriend leans heavily on the handle of the cart he has been tasked with pushing for you— his long fingers tapping away at a mobile game on the screen of his phone.

“that’s because,” you begin, wagging a finger at him when you turn around and toss an item into the bottom of the cart. “it’s not a date, sei. i told you that i had to run errands today and you insisted on coming with me when you hate it.”

“‘s’boring at home when you’re not there, so it seemed like a good idea at first,” he shrugs, rolling the cart further down the aisle when you’re on the move again. slothy, midwinter gray eyes drag lazily over your body— taking in the way your faded t-shirt (which is, really, just one of his old ones) rides up a little on your body, exposing the cute little dimples in the soft part of your back as you stand on your tiptoes, struggling to reach one of the higher shelves in the freezer section.

you are well aware that nagi hates daily tasks. things such as making the bed in the morning, washing the dishes after dinner, or visiting the laundromat once a week requires too much energy from your drowsy footballer boyfriend, but it makes you happy to know that he tries, even if he falls asleep while doing it; that he will do anything if you are involved, and nothing if you aren’t.

like right now, he abandons his mobile game and the shopping cart in the middle of the aisle without care to come over and help you, making a mother of two-under-two glare at him viciously. he snorts, sliding his hand into the back pocket of your denim shorts, a romantic comedy habit of his when the two of you are walking anywhere together. nagi’s head tilts cutely to one side, blinking owlishly up at the shelves. “which one d’you wanna get, shortstack?”

“i am not short,” you huff, twisting your mouth to one side at his teasing, but you point to the item you want— an assorted pack of ice lollies. “shelves are designed against short people. and i dunno— are we in the mood for ice cream or popsicles?”

it’s hard to make a decision because freezers full of summer treats line both sides of the aisle. tubs of gourmet gelatos, variety packs of creamy ice candies, and an endless selection of mochi with custard fillings in the middle that make your mouth water at the thought of bringing them home with you.

“i’ll eat them no matter what anyway,” he shrugs, unwilling to be the one to choose, but then his gray eyes glance down at your lips, then back to the items in front of you. you swear that his eyes darken to a stormier color, even though his expression never changes. “you make cute sounds when you suck on ice pops, and you always taste sweet after. get those.”

and then he faces forward, browsing the selection of ice creams with interest, as if his words didn’t short circuit a current in your brain. you’ll never understand how seishiro can say the most outlandish things so casually, only to return to what he’s doing while you’re left attempting to calm your fast heart.

“ice pops it is,” you say, a little winded. “make sure to get the second pack, and not the first.”

“mhnn, why’s it matter? the second one’s farther back. they all look the same to me.”

“they’re not. the first is one everybody has touched or returned.”

“that . . . makes sense,” he considers it, then he nods, lips formed into a little ‘o’ shape. “okay, we’ll get the second one.”

you watch as he steps forward, pushing the first pack of ice lollies aside to select the second as you requested, reaching the item with ease and heavens, it’s moments like these when you are reminded just how much bigger seishiro is. he’s always towered over your shorter height and it’s so, so unfair how he uses it to his advantage, making your tummy burn at the sight. frosty air wafts from the open door of the freezer, bringing chills over your heated skin. “‘s a good thing i was here, since you’re so little— there was no way you could reach it.”

“‘m not little,” you mumble, all pouty because nagi is squishing your cheeks between two finger pads. “you’re just so tall. it’s unfair.”

“want me to be shorter?” he asks, and before you can ask what he means, nagi drops the pack of ice pops into your hands and deflates dramatically, bending down to drape himself over your frame. his head tucked against your shoulder, the footballer’s milky fringe tickling the skin of your neck as he closes his eyes. “man, now ‘m even more tired.”

“seishiro, you’re heavy.”

“i know,” he sighs, eyes shuttering below thick lashes, but he makes no effort to move away from your body. instead, his hand slithers under your shirt. making you shiver because his fingertips are dewy and cold from the arctic blast of the freezer and the frozen treat he picked up. you hiss, squirming under his touch as his fingers trail across your belly. “but i’m tired ‘n’ you feel s’soft, like a pillow.”

“nagi, off,” you wheeze, his extra weight making it hard for you to properly breathe. it’s easy to forget how solid he is, straight lines of athletic muscle that usually has you cow-eyed and cooing, as long as it’s not weighing you down in the middle of a supermarket. you try to shake him off, but the midfielder only squeezes you against his body even tighter, his slightly damp lips pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “we’re never gonna get anything done like this, you lazy boy. if you don’t wanna walk, go wait in the sitting area with the grandpas.”

he sighs in defeat and shakes his head, pressing his lips together in that cute frown he pulls whenever he’s thinking. then, he’s dropping his arms from you suddenly. “mmhn, got a better idea.”

“and what’s that—”

you face nagi, only to catch your boyfriend with one foot in the shopping cart as he tries to hoist himself over the railing and inside of the basket.

“sei, you can’t fit in there—!” your eyes flicker between him, and the elderly man judging the two of you at the other end of the aisle. “you’re too big.”

“you’re always saying things like that,” he says, and the innuendo intertwined in the words flies over your pretty head because with one boost, he’s hopping over the railing and sinking into the cart, the metal rattling in protest. you stand there, dumbstruck as he settles. “now i can stay with you without walking.”

“yeah, but now that means i have to push you,” you grumble. “i should leave you here and get a new cart.”

but it’s hard to refuse when your boyfriend is that cute. his impossibly long legs are folded against his chest so that he can fit inside the shopping cart comfortably, taking extra care not to crush any of the delicate items surrounding him. the lower half of his face is buried into the collar of his soft hoodie as he absently chews on the drawstrings, but you can still see the sanrio bandaid you put on him yesterday after he got a nasty elbow to the cheek during football practice.

even though you two are already receiving strange looks from other shoppers passing by, you grip the handle, pushing the cart and your boyfriend dutifully, rolling it onto the next aisle.

“you look ridiculous,” you tell him, but you’re grinning. “but here, you’re on list duty. what do we need to get next?”

nagi’s eyes dutifully scan over the shopping list open in the notes app of your phone, his fingernail scrolling the screen lightly.

“it says ‘ramen because my greedy athlete bf keeps eating it all’ so y’need to get . . . oi, you mean me—”

“i wonder who wrote that there,” you whistle innocently, plucking the device out of his hands, wheeling him away fast.

the rest of your shopping trip is a blur, except for you turning a corner too fast and nearly dumping him out of the cart or the weird looks shoppers continue to give you because by the time you’re lining up in the queue, nagi is buried under the items because he takes up too much space. there’s a bag of rice on one shoulder, a pack of ramen on the other and fresh radishes sprouting from the snowy peaks of his head. not to mention, he’s still holding the pack of ice pops, condensation dripping over his hands.

“you’re making them melt, sei.” because he runs hot a heated blanket in the summer, and you can sympathize with the poor popsicles being defrosted in his big hands.

“‘m gonna eat one so they won’t— oh, hey this one is lemon,” he says, prying open the cardboard lid and tearing open the plastic wrapper of a lemon crème ice pop. tongue peeking out to lick before he’s holding it over his shoulder for you to taste next. “try it. i don’t sound as cute as you when i eat them.”

“sei, you’re not supposed to open those before we—” but nagi pushes the cold treat between your lips insistently, your eyes rounding wide, whining in protest as the ice pop hits your sensitive teeth. but it does taste good— creamy, sweet and sour flavors coating the surface of your tongue. “oh, it’s sh’good. we should get another pack.”

“see? y’make the cutest sounds when you suck it.”

“shut up, seishiro.”

you begin placing the items on the conveyor belt, listening to the irritating bleep, bleep, bleep of the scanner as the cashier rings up each product. you’re not frugal, but you peep at the total on the screen every now and then with a wince.

“that’s it for you, or are you buying the man in your cart too, ma’am?” the cashier asks, glancing at nagi as he finishes off the melting ice pop in the shopping cart, chin resting on top of his knees.

“no,” and you giggle, cheeks warming as you roll your eyes in exasperation. “this one is already mine.”

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training4theapocalypse · 1 year

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Thirsty (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: SMUT, Mutual pining, Romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Dubious consent (they are both kind of drunk), Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: Your job restocking vending machines takes you to businesses all over Evergreen - including Fennel Fields where the cute busboy keeps making eyes at you. (Based on this ask by @kpopgirlbtssvt)

A/N: There’s a part where Adrian picks the reader up over his shoulder but he is a very strong boi, I am confident he could shoulder carry any thirsty MF. PS My toxic trait is that I slip a reference to Scotland in literally everything I write.

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Tag list: @likeficsinthewnd, @she-wolf09231982,

Chapter text:

The muscles in your forearms ache as you drag your hand cart, stacked with cases of soda and water, up the ramp at the back of Fennel Fields.

You wheel your final delivery of the day straight into their break room, as usual, and park your cart beside the vending machine, ready to start your restock. You’re greeted amicably by the staff, who know you well enough that they’re not surprised to see you.

But one particularly familiar face spots you from across the room and practically leaps off his chair. Adrian Chase looks forward to your weekly trip to Fennel Fields, and today he can’t help but notice the glow on your face from hauling your delivery. He wonders what else makes your face glow like that. He bets he could.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, and he blinks at you as if snapping out of something.

“Stranger? It’s me, Adrian.”

You grin. You can’t tell if he’s joking or not but either way, you find it sort of cute. And, yes, Taylor warned you to stop flirting with the hot but kind of dorky busboy because he’s gonna end up catching feelings, but there’s something fun about getting him all flustered and making his cheeks burn.

“I know, Adrian. I could never forget that pretty face,” you tease. He turns slightly pink. There it is. “Thirsty?” you ask.

“Yup, and wait til you see what I got you.”

This has been your routine at Fennel Fields for a few months now. You pick up some speciality soda while you’re delivering beverages across Washington and Adrian brings you something- usually a snack or anything else he thinks you might like.

“Three… two… one.” At the same time, you pull the soda out from your bag and Adrian hands you a small, blue rectangular box.

A cassette tape. Aqua- Aquarium.

“Adrian! This is so sick- it’s so hard to find tapes these days.” You flip it over to read the tracklist. “I fucking love Barbie Girl.”

“Me too! And I noticed your Walkman, so I thought you could use some more music.” He looks down at the orange and blue soda can in his hands, reading the label. “IRN BRU?”

“This is the weirdest soda I’ve found yet. It’s like bubblegum cream soda but it burns.”

He cracks it open, takes a sip and looks confused. “I think I like it?” He takes another sip. “It’s like my mouth hates it but needs more.”

“I know, right?” You put the cassette in your bag and open the vending machine.

“Thanks for the soda.” He nods at your tired arms as you start loading in your delivery. “Sick forearm pump, by the way.”

“Uh, what?”

“Yeah! You can totally tell you’ve been working on them- they’re huge.”

You raise an eyebrow. It’s probably meant as a compliment, but you’re not sure how you feel about Adrian talking to you like you’re one of his bros at the gym.

“I mean- not huge! Like normal. But nice. And-“

“Have you seen Taylor?” You decide to step in before he can dig this particular hole any deeper. “I need him to sign for this.”

“What’s up, Cuz?” Taylor appears from around a corner.

You hold out your electronic POS and stylus, awaiting his signature. “Just need you to sign this, then I’m done for the night.”

“Nice!” says Adrian “You got any plans after this?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” you tease him, a small balloon swells up in your chest with excitement. You’ve never been sure whether Adrian’s always so excited to see you because he likes you or if he just really likes soda.

“Uh, me, Adrian. Remember?”

“Hey man, what did I tell you about hitting on my cousin?” Taylor gives him a stern look. “Don’t you have a pregnant girlfriend to be worried about?”

You’re surprised, to say the least. The fact that Adrian has a girlfriend (a pregnant one at that) but he still goes out of his way to exchange gifts with you every week is kind of disappointing. It reaffirms your belief that there are no decent men in this town.

“Yes! I mean, no. We, uh, we broke up.”

“Because of the party you tried to throw her?” asks Taylor.

Aw, that’s kind of sweet.

“Uh, yeah, she did not appreciate the abortion party.”

What the fuck?

Taylor signs for the delivery and hands you back the device, giving you a meaningful look- I told you so. The balloon of excitement in your chest feels well and truly punctured.

“But I mean, I’m not hung up on her or anything. I actually dumped her.”

Yup, no decent men alright.

You and Taylor exchange glances. You can practically hear the wet raspberry of the balloon deflating completely.

“I’d better go. Thanks for the tape, dude,” you say a little more coolly than you’d intended in your hurry to hide your dismay before wheeling your cart out of the break room.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” Adrian’s voice calls from behind you, but Taylor grabs the door before he can.

“I got it, man.”

Taylor walks with you to the van. You lean up against the cab door in exasperation. Taylor offers you a cigarette which you go to accept, but he retracts the packet.

“Nuh-uh, let’s hear it first.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “You are so full of wisdom, as always, and I will forever heed your dating advice from now until the end of time,” you concede to Taylor, snatching a cigarette. He grins and lights you both up.

“Y’know what the weird thing is? I don’t think he ever had a girlfriend.”

You exhale a puff of smoke in surprise. “What was that about then?”

“I dunno. I caught him out here celebrating one night, and he made up a weird abortion party story. I think he was really out here dancing because Peacemaker came into the restaurant-“

“Peacemaker?! Jeez, isn’t that guy in jail?”

“Musta released him. But I think Adrian was being an excited fanboy and got embarrassed when I saw him. Dude’s a serial liar- I thought he’d come clean if I asked him about it in front of you.”

You lean your head back against the van. “Where are all the decent men in Evergreen?” You lament and start rhyming off, counting on your fingers. “They’re either obsessed with capes, racists, racist capes or racists who are obsessed with capes!”

“Well, speaking of capes, it’s getting dark. You better hit the road before you run into that nutcase, Vigilante.”

“Yeah, or the escaped gorilla,” you laugh, stubbing out your cigarette.

“Put that in the trash or you’ll end up with a bullet in your head for littering.”

“I’ve charmed my way out of worse situations. Besides, maybe he’ll be the one to sweep me off my feet.”

“Vigilante? Or the gorilla?”

“Honestly, at this point, I’d take either.”

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The following afternoon, your delivery route sends you off down the highway. It’s not a glamorous job, stocking vending machines at different businesses all over the place, but it’s easy, and you can listen to your own music. It takes you all across this little corner of Washington, and the more you see, the more grateful you are that you get to live in this beautiful, rocky state.

Even if there isn’t a single eligible man to be found on your entire route. You still feel a little crestfallen thinking about Adrian Chase. Why was he so intent on lying to Taylor yesterday? How deep does his Peacemaker obsession go if he was that embarrassed?

You pull up to the back of the Glan Tai bottling plant on the outskirts of Evergreen, put on your headphones and turn on your Walkman. You want to keep a low profile because the clients are much weirder here than the rest- Adrian Chase excluded.

They weren’t always like this. The facilities manager at Glan Tai was a friendly old man - Clive- who let you use their bathroom, and gave you filter coffee from a polystyrene cup to ease your two-hour journey home. Until one day recently, Clive wasn’t so friendly anymore. New management, you expected.

Head down, you drag your cart through the service entrance and make your way to their storage room. Aqua blasts in your ears as you wheel your way along the corridor. There are loud bangs and the ground vibrates slightly, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary in a site with heavy machinery.

You get to the room where they keep the IT equipment, files and vending machine and start unloading. You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and pull your headphones down around your neck.

“Oh, sorry Clive, I didn’t see you-“

You freeze, icy fear spreading through your veins as you find yourself face to face with - you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me - the escaped gorilla from the zoo.

You scream. Loudly.

Two people burst into the room, startling the gorilla. It backs away from you. For a second, you think they’re factory workers running to your rescue. But they slam and bolt the storage room door shut behind them.

“No! Unlock the door!”

They whip around and point their guns at you. You drop the case of water you’re holding and hold your hands up in surrender.

One of them, you recognise from the news. A man in a black and teal suit, armed to the hilt, with his face almost entirely obscured- except by a red visor covering his eyes.

It’s him. It’s Vigilante. And a blonde woman you don’t recognise.

He lowers his gun and nudges hers away from your direction.

“Shoot her before she kills us both!” snaps the woman, irritated.

“She’s not a butterfly,” says Vigilante, his voice muffled behind his mask. “I know her.”

He knows me? How?

“I’m just delivering water, I swear!” You beg her, looking between them.

Just then, the gorilla appears from behind the shelves and launches the blonde woman across the room.

An involuntary yelp of shock escapes you again and the gorilla returns its attention to you. Thinking fast, you tip your cart forward, and the giant ape trips up on the cascade of cans and bottles.

“You didn’t think to tell us there was a gorilla in here?!” Comes the annoyed blonde woman’s voice from behind a broken table.

“I was preoccupied with the guns in my face!”

The door to the storage room is blasted open and another woman bursts in, followed by none other than Peacemaker.

Adrian would lose his shit right now, you think to yourself.

Peacemaker looks at you through the eyeholes of his helmet “She’s clear, Adebayo” and the other woman lowers her gun. The gorilla gets up. “Oh shit!” says Peacemaker as it sends a swipe in your direction, sending you tumbling off your feet and onto the floor.

You cower in the corner as they fight the gorilla. Vigilante stabs it but it bats him away easily and does the same to the woman called Adebayo. Peacemaker launches himself onto the gorilla’s back but the beast throws him off onto the hard floor.

“Die, human!”

Did that gorilla just speak? What have you gotten yourself into?

The gorilla raises its fists, ready to crush Peacemaker, when a man with an oddly patchy beard runs through the door, chainsaw in hand and proceeds to kill the gorilla, sawing it almost in half and sending blood splattering everywhere.

A small winged creature crawls out of the dead gorilla’s mouth. The blonde woman gets to her feet and shoots it casually. What the…? Was that some kind of parasite?

The gunshot leaves your ears ringing but hearing your name whispered in your ear brings you back to reality. You blink stupidly at Vigilante, who is now crouched down inches from your face and you try to make out his eyes through the red visor. You know those eyes. But how? How does the mass murderer of Evergreen know you?

He hooks his arms under yours, lifts you to your feet and wipes the smattering of blood off your face. Your heart is racing as you continue to stare at him silently, dumbfounded. You know you should be scared of this masked man, who’s wanted on multiple counts of murder. But here he is, claiming he knows you, making sure you’re okay.

“What do we do with her?” asks the bearded man with the chainsaw.

“Who, me?” you try and sound nonchalant. “I didn’t see anything. I’ll just get out of your beard- hair! I mean hair.” You go to put your headphones back over your ears but the blonde woman rips them off.

“Hey!” Vigilante steps between you and her. “Look, she’s cool. She says she didn’t see anything, so she didn’t”

“How do you know she’s not a butterfly?” she challenges Vigilante.

“X-ray helmet,” interjects Peacemaker. “No butterfly in that pretty little noggin.” He winks at you and Vigilante bristles, folding his arms in an irritated sort of way.

“Listen, I’ve got like four more deliveries today so…” You trail off as your body starts to go on autopilot. There’s an awkward silence as they watch you bustle around, stacking the blood-covered cases of water and soda back onto your cart.

“She’s clearly in shock,” says Adebayo, more gently than the blonde.

“Hey, let me help you with that,” says a muffled voice from behind you.

‘Hey, let me help you with that.’

In the exact same cadence as yesterday.

“A-Adrian?” you say hoarsely and you turn back around in time to watch Vigilante drop the case of water. “Adrian Chase?!” you repeat, your voice slightly hysterical.

“No!” says Adrian unconvincingly but at the same time Peacemaker says:

“Godammit Vij. How does she know you?”

Adrian groans in frustration. “She delivers drinks to my job too!”

“That settles it- she’s a witness and she knows Vigilante’s identity. Adebayo, you need to end this. Don’t make her beg for her life like the other guy,” commands the blonde woman, clearly in charge of the team.

“Nonononononono,” Adrian stands in front of you with his arms folded. “No way. I am not letting you kill her.”

“That’s an order, Adebayo. Vigilante- move.”

“Wait,” says the guy with the beard. “She might actually be useful, Harcourt.”

Harcourt raises her eyebrows. “Well?”

“We’re looking for other leads, right? Other places where the butterflies are?” He looks at you. “Hey, water girl. Does this company have any other locations?”

“Y-yes,” your throat feels dry.

“Can you tell us where they are?” he asks.

“Will you let me live if I tell you?”

Everyone looks at Harcourt. She groans. “Fine. But we’re gonna need to figure out what to do with her to keep her from blabbering.”

“C’mon, she already said she was cool!” says Adrian.

“And you trust her?”

“One hundo percent.” He gives you a reassuring thumbs up.

“I wouldn’t trust his judgement,” says Peacemaker and you immediately feel faint. It must be obvious on your face because he backtracks. “No! Not that we should kill her! Definitely not. But Adrian would trust any hot girl. We can’t just let her go.”

Harcourt pinches the bridge of her nose as she thinks.

“Vigilante,” she says finally. “I’m telling Murn that water girl is your responsibility. You’re going to keep her with you 24/7 until the mission is over. Any fuck-up, if she does or says anything that jeopardizes our objective, she’s dead and you’ll be doing black ops in Belize. Got it?”

“Cool, got it!” says Adrian enthusiastically, as if that isn’t the most horrifying thing he’s ever heard.

“Wait, don’t I get a say in this? I have a job! I have people who will be looking for me.”

“Do you want to cooperate or do you want to die?”

“Which one do you wanna do?” asks Adrian.

If you hadn’t already figured out that Vigilante was Adrian Chase, that would have been the dead giveaway.

A few moments later, Adrian is leading you by the hand back through the factory to where your van is parked while you cover your eyes with one hand. He had suggested it after your knees almost gave way when you saw the pile of bodies at the door. And he liked that you had rejected Peacemaker’s offer to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you out.

“Oh, no… Clive,” you whisper, making the mistake of opening your eyes and seeing the old man crumpled on the floor, next to the coffee machine. You cover your eyes again.

“Watch you don’t slip in the blood here,” says Adrian gently, guiding you to side-step.

You groan. You think you might puke.

“I can’t believe you killed all these people,” you whisper, wishing you could disassociate from this whole thing.

“We didn’t, not really- I promise. I’ll explain on the ride home.”

Harcourt instructs Adrian to drive your van, following theirs back to Evergreen. When you’re both out of earshot and in your van, Adebayo sits in the driver’s seat turning to Harcourt, Peacemaker and Economos. “Isn’t it kind of weird seeing Vigilante like this?”

“Like what?” asks Economos.

“Like, compassionate, sweet… not all hell-bent on murder?”

Peacemaker shrugs “He’s like this all the time. You should hear the way he talks about this other girl, his friend Taylor’s sister, or cousin, I think. He’s just a sucker for anyone who’s nice to him.”

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Hours later, you’re sitting on the couch in your apartment, waiting for Adrian to finish up in the shower.

On the drive to their headquarters, Adrian had explained all about their mission and how an alien race called ‘the butterflies’ had taken over the bodies of (and, therefore, killed) all those people in the factory long before Adrian’s team had arrived.

At headquarters, you had told them everything you knew about your clients at Glan Tai and had given them the coordinates for their other delivery location- a small farm thirty miles north of the factory. Murn seemed to be satisfied with your intel and approved of Harcourt’s plan to have Adrian keep you under close surveillance. Great.

Adrian grabbed his go-bag from his Sebring and drove the two of you in your van back to your apartment, where you immediately ran to the shower, to try and rid yourself of all the negative feelings from today.

He now appears in your living room, fresh out of the shower in a pale blue t-shirt and jeans, looking much less out of place than when he was in his full combat gear. But he still stands awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself.

��Thirsty?” you ask him. “I’ve got wine.”

“I shouldn’t. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on you.”

You find two wine glasses and place them on the coffee table. He sits on the edge of your couch. “What am I gonna do, Adrian?” You open up a bottle of red wine and start pouring. “I could barely stand seeing all that shit at the factory. Do you really think I’m gonna kill you?” You slide a glass towards him and start filling your own.

He looks down at the wine but doesn’t touch it. You raise your glass. “To forgetting the worst day of my life.”

“The worst day of your life? Today was awesome!” He looks genuinely surprised that you’re not sharing his elation. “We killed a ton of butterflies, and now thanks to you, we know where they keep their cow.”

It’s a sentence that wouldn’t have made sense to you a few hours ago. And you hate that it does now.

“We’re saving the world,” he continues. “And you helped!”

You push his wine glass closer to him. “To saving the world, then.”

He takes a sip and screws up his face. “Do you have any beer? Ooh, or soda!”

“It’s in the van. And most of it’s covered in blood now.”

“Then this is great,” he says, a little too politely.

“If you’re not used to it, the first glass tastes like acetone,” you tell him, draining yours. “But the second one…” You pause, pouring yourself another. “The second goes down real smooth.”

Adrian copies you and gulps down the red wine. You refill his glass, and he takes another sip.

“The second one isn’t so bad, actually.” He sounds surprised.

You sink down on the couch next to him. “So now what?” you ask. He looks confused, so you elaborate. “What do you usually do with hostages all night?”

“You’re not a hostage!” He looks offended. “I’m more like your bodyguard.”

“Oh yeah? Who are you guarding me from? Your friends?”

He looks up over his glasses in thought. “Well, just Harcourt. And Murn. But it’s mostly to keep you safe from the butterflies.”

You take another drink of wine. Studying his face, you think he’s telling the truth. He really doesn’t consider you to be his hostage. As you look him over, you realise you’ve never noticed how curly his hair is before- he’s normally wearing that dorky little Fennel Fields hat.

You’ve always thought he was cute in a wholesome kind of way but now that he’s out of his work uniform, you can appreciate that he’s, like, ridiculously, conventionally handsome. You wonder if he knows it. You wonder a lot of things about Adrian, especially now that, come to think of it, everything you know about him is probably a lie to keep his secret identity hidden.

“Truth or dare?” you blurt.

“What?”

“Go on.” You gesture towards him with your glass. “We’ve got a long night. I want to find out more about you. Adrian. Vigilante.”

He looks excited. Maybe it’s the prospect of playing a game, or maybe he’s just happy someone wants to know more about him. Both sides of him.

“Truth then.”

“Does your pregnant ex-girlfriend exist?”

He groans and leans his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “No. I was just trying to cover how stoked I was that Peacemaker was out of jail.”

You laugh, but your eyes linger on his exposed neck and the way his Adam’s apple moves when he talks.

He turns his head to look over at you through his wire-rimmed glasses. “I don’t think Taylor likes me.”

“Taylor likes you just fine,” you lie, sipping your wine.

“Truth or dare?” asks Adrian.

“Truth.”

“Has Taylor ever told you that you shouldn’t date me?”

“Ugh, fine. Yes. He told me not to give you my number.”

“Why?!”

“If you want to ask a follow-up question, then you need to take a drink. That’s the rule.” He does so- quickly. “Okay, fine. He says he doesn’t trust you because you’re always lying about things, and it kind of annoys everyone because you’re a bad liar.”

“Everyone?! I thought we were talking about Taylor?”

“If you want to be liked and have a secret identity, you need to be a better liar.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” admits Adrian, twisting the stem of the glass between his fingers. “Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

He thinks for a couple of beats. “I dare you to finish your drink.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“It was the only dare I could think of that wasn’t a sexy dare.”

The newly formed idea of Adrian asking you to do something sexy for him makes you pause. Warmth pools deep in your tummy as watches you, waiting. God, why does red wine always make you feel so slutty? You raise your eyebrows over the rim of your glass, and you drain the rest of the liquid. “Why don’t you want to give me a sexy dare?” you ask, setting your glass down.

“I dunno, don’t you think there’s kind of a power imbalance?”

“That’s true. You are my bodyguard after all.” You nod contemplatively. “And I guess it would be awkward since you need to stay here for a few more days.”

“Oh, I meant-” Adrian cuts himself off. What he really meant would sound incredibly childish now.

You get up from the couch to retrieve another bottle of wine from the breakfast bar that separates your kitchen from your living room. “Go on, what did you mean?”

“No, I meant what you said.”

No, he didn’t. What he meant is that you have all the power because he has such a huge crush on you. And the way the wine is going to his head, he’s not sure he trusts himself to give you a dare without it having an ulterior motive. Adrian watches as you twist the corkscrew into the bottle with precision. Your chest jiggles in your tank top with the recoil of your arm extracting the cork, and it makes Adrian blush bright red. He discreetly adjusts himself in his jeans.

You bring the new bottle of wine over to the couch and sit down cross-legged, your back leaning against the armrest so you can get a better look at him without constantly straining. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this, you think, as he gets comfortable, changing position so he can look at you too. In the soft light of your living room, you can make out that his cheeks are pink again. “Does wine usually make you flush like that?” you ask.

“Uh, I wouldn’t know. Can wine do that?”

“To some people, yeah. For me, it just makes me feel kinda sexy.” You clap your hand to your mouth, watching Adrian’s eyes widen. “Ugh! Sorry, I wouldn’t have said that if I hadn’t had two glasses already.” You scoff and shake your head. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

The wine is making you feel bolder. “Have you had sex in your Vigilante costume?”

“Today?”

You almost choke on your newly poured drink with laughter.

“Okay, that answers that question. In which case, I have a follow-up,” You take a sip, pointedly. “What’s Vigilante’s favourite sex position?”

“Oh, uh…” Adrian thinks back to when he last had sex as Vigilante, with Amber and Peacemaker a few days ago. “Any, I guess.”

“Any? C’mon, you picked truth!”

“It is the truth! I don’t take my mask off, or my suit if I don’t have to. So it always feels the same. Fun, I guess, but sorta uncomfortable. Funcomfortable.”

You smile and rest your head on your hand, elbow leaning on the back of the couch. “What about Adrian?”

“Is that another follow-up question?”

You acquiesce and take another drink but before you can even swallow he says “Missionary.”

“Boring,” you tease but he doesn’t seem fazed.

“It’s not. Not when you really like someone anyway. Missionary is fucking great - when you can kiss them, hold their hand, stare into their eyes…” He pauses, his green eyes burning into yours. “Boring is not being able to even taste someone because of my mask.”

You realise you’ve been holding your breath. You look away and exhale slowly, trying to steady the growing arousal burning hot, deep in your pelvic floor.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I-” When you raise your head again, he’s still looking at you intently. “I just realised I haven’t been fucked like that in a really long time.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah right! I bet you go on tons of dates.”

“I do,” you admit with a tilt of your head. “But did you know that like 90% of women don’t orgasm on a one-night stand?”

Adrian’s eyebrows knit together “That doesn’t sound right. Women always cum when I-”

“That’s what all men say, Adrian. But honestly, I don’t think a man has made me cum in, like, the entire time I’ve been single.”

“I could,” he says, matter-of-factly. It’s not a boast, it’s a simple statement.

Honestly, you're not sure if it’s the alcohol or the vivid image you have of Adrian making you clutch at your bedsheets and moan his name, but something’s making the blood rush to your face and other parts of your body that you’re still desperately trying not to think about.

“I’ll do it right now if you want?”

He’s asking if he can try to make you cum as casually as if asking if he can help you restock the vending machine. It’s bolder than you’d expected from the shy busboy. Then again, you’d never expected him to be Vigilante either… maybe you should review all the preconceptions you have of him.

Your abdomen clenches. Fuck, you can feel how hot and sticky your underwear is as he blinks at you behind his glasses, waiting for your response.

You look at his face hungrily, eyes lingering on his lips, now stained with red wine. “Adrian, listen. I’m sure you’re very good, blah blah blah. But I just… I don’t want to set you up for disappointment. It’s kind of hard to make me cum.”

“Let me give it a shot. And if I can make you cum, you let me take you on a date.”

You stare at him, feeling your chest pounding as you contemplate his offer. There’s something about his voice that’s so sincere and so fucking desperate for you, your brain can’t think of a reason not to say yes.

“Truth or dare?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Truth.”

“Do you want me to go down on you? I’m really good at it.”

Yes! You want to scream- already stupidly soaking fucking wet at the mere idea of it.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and nod. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Yeah?” His tone makes you think that he wasn’t really expecting you to say yes.

“Yes, Adrian.” You laugh in disbelief. “If you make me cum, you can take me on a date.” He grins and you shift inelegantly, not sure how to proceed. “So… how do you wanna-”

Adrian pounces on you before you can ask the question, his red-stained lips crashing against yours. You kiss him back- hard. You’re thirsty for him, you realise, as you taste the alcohol mixed with the slightly metallic taste of his saliva. You want to drain him, drown in him.

He groans when you grab the nape of his neck and suck on his bottom lip. He can’t believe that you’re kissing him like this- like it’s you who’s been pining after him and not the other way around.

You pause, lips barely touching his. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you like this for so long,” you whisper.

“You- you have?”

“Adrian, I spend half my week trying to find you new kinds of speciality soda just so I have an excuse to talk to you.”

“Oh.” Realisation dawns on him. All this time he just thought you were really, really into soda.

Adrian gives you one last deep kiss and pulls away. He gets on his knees on the floor, and the sight of him there, with his hands on your hips and his body between your legs, makes your cunt clench. You bite your lips in anticipation.

His fingertips hook the hem of your sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” You lift your hips, permitting him to remove them.

“Fuck,” he breathes, staring at your pussy.

“Adrian…” You mumble, suddenly self-conscious. Exposed. You try to bring your knees together, but he places a hand on each of your thighs, holding them firmly open.

“You’re wet already,” he says, in a self-satisfied sort of way that makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. “When did that happen? Was it when I said I’d make you cum?”

You shake your head. “When I was wondering what kind of sexy dare you wanted to give me.”

He grins “I wanted to dare you to take your top off.” He traces a finger along your hot, wet folds. You gasp, feeling the calloused texture of his fingertip brushing up and down against your skin.

“Like this?” You lift your tank top up and over your head, tossing it aside and then you squeeze your tits together.

He sits on the floor, lips parted slightly in awe. You feel like he’s looking at you like you’re the most-

“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Now you really are embarrassed but before you can respond, he dips the finger that was sliding along your folds into your pussy. You bite your lip to stifle the vulnerable, blissful sigh that leaves you.

“It’s okay- you can moan for me.” He reassures, pushing a thick finger in and up. You feel your walls squeezing around him in response. “God, you’re so tight around my finger.”

“Fuck-” you plead, as he teases you, gently stroking your g-spot. His lips haven’t even touched you yet and you already feel like you’re having to consciously stop yourself from cumming.

“You needed this, huh?” he asks and you watch as he kisses your inner thigh, sucking the sensitive skin there. You have to look away- just the sight of his jaw muscles moving as he traces his tongue along the crevice where your thigh meets your body almost sends you over the brink.

“Adrian, I’m- fuck-” After all your warnings about how difficult it would be to make you cum, you’re are shamefully close already- and Adrian knows it. Everything below your waist is hot and shaking and swollen as his finger curls up inside you, tapping rhythmically.

“Wait not yet- I’ve got to taste you. I want you to cum on my tongue.”

Warmth envelopes your clit as Adrian opens his mouth and slowly glides his tongue over the bundle of nerves there, tasting you for the first time. He barely moves at all but you’re so close that just the pressure of his mouth on you sends the crashing wave of your orgasm rolling across his hot tongue. Your back arches and your walls clamp down around his finger.

He lets out a groan, sending pleasant vibrations across your clit.

“Shit, Adrian-”

Blinding lights appear somewhere between your eyelids and the centre of the universe. Your thighs tense as the pleasure shoots through your body, your pussy flooding his mouth between your legs.

When you finally stop twitching he removes his tongue from you, giving you a moment’s respite.

“That was, like, really easy,” he smirks as you run your hands through your hair in disbelief. “I didn’t even have to take my glasses off.”

“I’ve never-” You try to catch your breath, blinking at him. You’re not sure you’ve even made yourself cum that quickly before. “That’s never happened -so fast- ever.”

“I shoulda asked what two orgasms would get me.”

“Literally anything. Do whatever you want with me-” you babble, staring up at the ceiling. You pause to look down when you feel him remove his finger from inside you.

And he takes off his glasses, ready to make you a fucking mess.

It’s the singular hottest action you’ve ever seen anyone do in your entire life- Adrian Chase is going to be the end of you.

He hooks his arms behind your knees, lifting your ass off of the couch and pulling you towards him.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says, mesmerised by the way your chest still heaves in the aftershock of your orgasm. Adrian buries his face between your legs, delving his tongue between your lips and exploring your entrance.

He pulls back for a second “I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”

Fuck.

You watch as he sucks on two of his fingers and sinks them deep inside you, up to his knuckles. When you repeat his name over and over, he answers by flicking his tongue over your clit.

You gasp at the sensation and grab a fistful of his thick, curly hair. His tongue rolls gentle circles around your clit as his fingers work in and out, softly stretching your pussy. Adrian takes his time now and it’s agonising.

For so long he’s been having sex as Vigilante. Adrian’s missed this, the freedom of having his mask off. Of taste. And he can’t believe that it’s you that he’s devouring.

Fuck, and you could lie here like this forever, just enjoying him exploring you, like he wants nothing more than to make you gush all over him and cry his name again. Normally you’d feel under pressure to perform, to give him that second orgasm he’s so determined to draw from you, but the way he’s taking his time, lazily swirling his tongue in circles, and curling his fingers into you makes you dissolve into a puddle.

“Fuuuck,” you whine helplessly, feeling the familiar sensation of you losing yourself, the heat that’s been slowly building deep in your core threatening to boil over. “Can we do this, like, the whole time you’re here protecting me?” Your eyes try to find his but he’s staring at your tits. His other hand is on your hip, fingers not quite stretching up towards you - as if unsure what the boundary is on touching you when it comes to this silly little deal you’ve made.

You pull his hand to your chest, encouraging him to squeeze you. He moans needily between wet, sloppy licks. The sound of him being so turned on just from touching your body, when you haven’t laid a hand on him yet sends ecstasy searing through you.

And it comes, whipping through your core and cracking like thunder. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he lets you set the pace, as you grind yourself wildly onto his tongue, his lips, his chin. Adrian groans in encouragement when you grip the back of his head, his fingers still pressing into your g-spot as you press yourself against his mouth.

You cum hard again, your rocking hips eventually shuddering to a halt as he gives you a few last long, slow licks. The faint prickle of embarrassment you feel from letting yourself come undone like that vanishes when you see Adrian’s face light up, his lips swollen and sticky, totally enamoured by your now slightly dishevelled appearance.

His mouth looks irresistible. You slink down off the couch to join him on the floor so you can kiss him desperately. Fuck, why did you ever listen to Taylor? You needed this. Needed him. You taste the sweet, salty juices on Adrian’s lips and on his tongue.

“I’ll admit-” you breathe, pressing your forehead against his. “- you’re like really, really fucking good at that.”

“Told you.” He leans on the couch and gets to his feet. “So, where’s your bedroom?”

“Uh, down the hall, across from the bathroom. Why?”

“Two orgasms and I can do what I want with you. Deal’s a deal.” Before your brain can catch up, he hoists you to your feet and over his shoulder, making you squeal involuntarily with delight.

Oh my fucking god.

Adrian slaps your ass and carries you through to your bedroom, tossing you onto your bed where you burst into a fit of giggles. He smells warm and clean, like your favourite shower gel he must have used earlier. He crawls on top of you and plants tiny kisses all over your lips, your cheeks, your nose- every inch of your face and neck peppered with his affection.

He pulls off his T-shirt and - Jesus Christ, he has abs. But you also notice his torso is covered in scars and bruises, the evidence of his double life painted across his body. A streak of white scar tissue here, a purple welt there-

“Don’t girls usually ask about all these injuries?” You ask, tracing your hand down his chest.

“I usually keep my suit on.” He shrugs.

And that’s when you realise- he doesn’t just happen to have sex as Vigilante. He only has sex as Vigilante. You feel a pang of understanding, thinking about the way he so wistfully described missionary earlier. You’re the only one who’s seen him like this. Both sides of him.

Adrian undoes his belt buckle and looks down at you lying spread out of the bedsheets in front of him, still flushed and glowing. He knew he’d be able to make you glow like that.

He pauses. “Do, uh, do you have a condom? I wasn’t expecting to…”

You find a condom in your bedside drawer while he undresses and then you help to put it on him as you kiss the small trail of dark hair below his belly button. He’s big- bigger than what you’re used to. You’d really, really like to suck it, you think. But Adrian has other ideas. He guides you back to lie on your pillows and climbs on top of you.

Wanton anticipation bubbles over inside you, you sigh needily as he kisses your neck and brings his calloused hand between your legs again. He slides his fingers into your folds and you hear the wet sounds of him rubbing your slick on his cock. It’s greedy but you’re already impatient for him- you want to cum for him again.

He positions himself at your entrance and looks into your eyes. “You okay?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Fuck me- please.”

The way you plead makes him twitch- he can’t take it anymore. The erection he’s had since you opened that second bottle of wine is throbbing. Adrian’s hips press into you and you feel his cock pushing through your folds, into your centre. A soft whimper escapes your lips as you feel him filling you up, the walls of your pussy struggling to accommodate him.

Watching your reaction, he double checks “Sure you’re okay?”

You nod. Because it aches - but in the best kind of way.

“Good,” he says. “Because you feel so good. Your pussy feels so fucking good around me.”

You wrap your legs around his waist. Fuck, he has such a slutty little waist, you think to yourself as he grinds into you, pushing deeper, the head of his cock pressing into your g-spot. You slip your hand between your bodies to touch yourself and he moans quietly in your ear.

“Oh my god, yeah. Fuck, rub your clit because I’m not gonna last long.”

He clasps your other hand, fingers intertwining with yours- half holding it, half pinning it to the bed. Your body writhes under him, leaning your head back into your pillows and he takes the opportunity to suck at your freshly exposed neck.

“You look so good taking it so deep like this,” he groans, tilting his head down to watch his cock slide in and out of you. “I can’t believe I’m fucking inside you.”

Everything he says makes the hairs on the back of your arms stand up. You feel so, deliciously full- the indecent slapping and squelching noises as he picks up pace and pounds into you only makes you wetter.

Your legs squeeze around his waist as your whole body tightens like a spring coiling, ready to be released. The friction of his body moves yours, driving you into your mattress, and putting even more rhythmic pressure on your fingers against your clit.

“Adrian, I’m- ah, fuck- I’m gonna cum again.”

“Fuck, look at me. I want you to cum when I cum. Let it all out for me.”

You try and keep eye contact with him while bliss rockets through your body as his hips slam into you harder. It spreads from your centre right down your legs, now in a vice-like grip around him. You curse his name incoherently, your pussy tightening and releasing as you cum around his cock.

“That’s it- fuckfuckfuckfuck-” His full weight collapses on you as he empties himself. You feel Adrian’s cock pulsing inside you as he groans your name and comes to a halt.

You both lie there for a few moments, Adrian breathing raggedly into the crook of your neck, his heartbeat and yours pounding against each other. Your euphoria is interrupted only briefly when he pulls out of you and disposes of the condom.

Adrian returns to your bed and pulls you into his chest.

“I am never listening to Taylor ever again,” you say, face pressed against his pectoral muscles.

“Yeah?”

“I mean, unless…” You tilt your head up to look at him. “You still want to take me on a date right?”

“Are you crazy? Of course, I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Nevermind.” The dating scene in Evergreen has sucked so hard for so long, your first thought was that he might not want to see you again.

He grabs your face with both hands, trying to drum sense into you. “I’ve wanted to ask you out for months. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Adrian plants a kiss on your forehead.

Maybe there is a decent man in this town after all.

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if you’re up to it!! maybe a single dad!steve w twins? i cant stop thinkin about one of your posts saying he’d have a really rambunctious lil girl and a sweet shy lil boy 🥺 maybe a meet cute with r? or the lil boy warming up to r and letting her hold him for the first time? idk!! also no worries at all if you’re not feeling this! just thought i’d throw it out there okay ilysm mwah

thank you for your request, this was so fun, and I'd been thinking about the twins for a little while now so it was fun to actually write them!! ♥︎ single dad!steve x fem!reader 2.2k

"Sarah," Steve says loudly, "you gotta hold my hand, or we'll have to go home."

Sarah's eyes widen and she grabs for Steve's bigger fingers. Her palm is sticky with ice cream. No part of her remains unscathed from the disastrous dairy — her blue dress is now purple in splotches, bubblegum ice cream stains like fingerprints, and her blonde hair is darker towards the tips where she'd accidentally leaned into her sundae. Steve doesn't mind, she looks like she enjoyed herself, and her little sighs of joy had proven it, but he worries other people will look at her and think he isn't looking after her properly.

He's lucky in some ways to be a single dad instead of a single mom. Most people commend him for doing the bare minimum. He's a saint for 'giving mommy a break'. Oh, please, he thinks, rolling his eyes internally each time.

"But, how come Charlie doesn't have to hold your hand?" she asks, pouting at the injustice of it all.

"Your brother does need to hold my hand," Steve says.

"He's holding onto your pants, dad," she grumbles.

It would be more accurate to say Charlie is hiding behind Steve's pants, rather than holding them.

He frowns. "Come on, buddy," he says softly, stroking the downy hair from Charlie's face. "It's alright. We're gonna go on the swings."

His mentioning of the playground has Sarah's hand straining in his. She tugs her small family with huge willpower down the path until the top of the swingset and jungle gym are in sight, and she lets go of Steve's hand. Steve grabs her as kindly as he can.

"Hey," he says, leaning down. His backpack shifts against his back, their water bottles no doubt crushed under the weight of their coats and lunchboxes. "What's the rules, Sar-bear?"

She fizzes up like a can of soda as he brushes sticky strands of hair behind her ears. "Um, to be nice. And to not go where you can't see us, and," —she pauses as Steve wipes her mouth, the old spirit and polish marring his shirt sleeve— "to, uh…"

"To be careful," he finishes for her pointedly.

"Yes!" she agrees.

Steve would ask for a kiss here but Sarah's already jumping on tip toes to give him one, her little kiss print more spit than anything else against his bottom lip. He snorts.

Sarah rushes through the gates and Steve and Charlie follow. There's only one other parent at the playground, a mom with a book in her hands and a stroller by her knees, a child Steve assumes to be hers swinging on the swingset. It's too many people for Charlie regardless, not half as eager as his sister.

Steve sits on the bench opposite the jungle gym where Sarah's already climbing, and Charlie holds his arms up to be lifted into his lap. He does so obligingly.

"You don't wanna play?" Steve murmurs warmly in his ear.

"No," Charlie says succinctly. He's adorable.

"I can push you on the swings?"

"Not for now," he says.

The twins are at mostly all the same developmental milestones. They sound clumsy when they talk, but they talk, big vocabularies and sentences that make Steve well up because they're getting older so quickly. Sarah tells stories like nobody's business. They're good enough to capture even her brother's attention, full of animals and magic and people. Charlie likes listening, will sit enthralled at her feet, and most people who meet him think he's quiet because his sister is so loud, but it's not true. Charlie likes to talk too, he's just timid. Only at home does he come out of his shell, playing out scenes with imaginary characters, singing gibberish karaoke at the top of his little lungs.

Steve doesn't mind that Charlie's shy around others. He's grateful to see his baby boy's loud side at home. He wishes Charlie would put himself out there, though, for his own sake.

"The little boy won't mind," Steve insists. "Come on, baby, it'll be fun. We don't wanna sit here watching Sarah all day, do we?"

Charlie tips his head back against Steve's chest. "I like Sarah."

Steve laughs, an extreme affection warming his heart. He wraps his arms around Charlie's front and rubs his baby's head with the tip of his nose.

"I like Sarah, too," he says. His smile is audible and catching.

They sit there for a while. The sun shines down, the sky a bright blue and dotted with eggshell clouds. Sarah races over rope fixtures and spring boards until she finally reaches the monkey bars. Steve regrets letting her up there when he realises how tall it is and how small she is, shepherding Charlie with him to stand at the side.

"Daddy," she says, clearly pleased at his arrival and talking with near factual efficiency, "I need your help."

"Yes you do, honey."

He puts his arms out. She grabs one bar and tests it to see how her weight will feel, her bottom lip disappearing between white shiny baby teeth.

"You want me to hold your waist?" he asks knowingly.

"I think so."

"I think so too." He holds her waist, her legs against his chest, and tries not to make it too obvious that he's holding the majority of her weight. "Have a go, honey. One hand at a time."

Sarah 'swings' from handhold to handhold until she gets to the other end of the bars, where she uses his chest to push herself up onto the metal floor. She cheers and rushes to sit down at the top of the slide.

Charlie stands at the bottom. Steve has to pluck him from in front of it before Sarah rockets her Mary Jane's into his chest, which makes Sarah laugh and cheer even more.

"Woah, Charlie! I almos'd kicked your face!"

"You want a turn?" Steve asks him. "We'll use the other side to go on the slide, should we?"

Sarah had chosen the hard way up to the slide via monkey bars. Charlie takes the easier side, a gentle wooden ramp with a rope for him to hold onto. He climbs to the top of the slide, sits happily at the precipice, wind ruffling the hair out of his bright eyes, and Steve thinks he's going to be brave for a moment.

Charlie looks at Steve worriedly. "You'll catch me at the end?"

"Yeah, I'll catch you."

Charlie slides down to the end, the metal squeaking under his pants, and Steve catches him before his feet can hit the floor as promised.

Sarah is ecstatic, already at the top waiting for another turn. "Go Charlie!" she shouts, pushing down and slamming into Steve's knees at the end.

"Excuse me?"

Steve turns, one kid clinging to his chest, the other his legs.

You're standing at the gate with a stack of fliers in your arms. Steve's worried he's about to get cold called, thinks, wow, she's a little too pretty to be selling vacuum cleaners curbside, as you hold out a flyer.

"I'm looking for my friend's cat," you say. "I'm really sorry to interrupt you. Her name's Evangeline and she's orange. She's kinda chubby. Have you seen her?"

Charlie's pressing his face as far into Steve's neck as physics will allow him to while Steve draws closer to you. His breath warms Steve's skin in hot puffs.

"I don't think we have. Did you see a cat today, Sar-bear?"

Sarah holds her arms up for a flyer. A smile flickers across your face, and Steve can tell you're immediately indoctrinated into the Sarah fan club. She has this charm about her that can get just about anyone on her side, even Hopper.

It helps that she's beautiful. Steve will admit to parental bias, sure, but Sarah is gorgeous.

"Thank you," she says, mumbling but not shy as you give her a flyer of her own.

LOST CAT, the poster says. PLEASE CALL THIS NUMBER IF YOU SEE ME. I AM VERY FRIENDLY. EVANGELINE, SEVEN YEARS OLD, GINGER. I DONT BITE BUT PLEASE DONT PET MY TUMMY, IM PREGNANT.

"Oh no," Steve says.

"Daddy, what does it say?" Sarah asks, pert nose wrinkling in confusion.

"It says," he begins, "that she's a really nice cat, and she's about to be a mommy."

"Ohh… I didn't see'd her today."

"No, I didn't think so." Steve's arms are aching from holding Charlie for so long, but knows from experience he won't be put down. Steve doesn't bother trying it, just shifts Charlie on his hip to encourage his gaze to you where you're standing, patient and a smidge awkward.

"How about you? Have you seen any cats today?" he asks Charlie.

Charlie peeks up from Steve to assess you. You're wearing jeans and a dark green jacket, unzipped. There's a smiley face on your t-shirt, black against grey-white. Charlie sees this, sees the very real, very gentle smile you wear on your lips, and relaxes just a touch.

"I don't remember, sorry," he says quietly.

You visibly weaken. Steve gets it. His kids are ridiculously lovely.

"Don't be sorry, babe," you say sweetly, leaning down to meet his eyes. "Can I ask you for a favour?"

Steve rubs his back. Charlie nods.

"Could you keep an eye out for me, would that be okay? We don't want Eva to have her kittens by herself. Maybe if you see her daddy can call the number on the poster?"

You look to him with a different kind of smile.

"Sure we will!" Sarah says, eyes fixed on the black and white photo of Evangeline.

You fish a pen out of your pocket. "Maybe you could call me." You smile. "You know, if you find her."

Steve blinks. It takes a second for his body to remember how to talk to girls, pretty girls who want to talk to him. It's been a while.

"Uh, sure." He hates himself. He can still save it. "What's the reward?"

He can't save it.

"If you find Evangeline? We were hoping whoever helped get her home would do it from the goodness of their heart, but I think I could make an exception." Your eyes flit between the twins. You scribble down something Steve can't see on a new poster and offer it to Charlie with an encouraging nod. "Hey, thank you. Any help at all means the world. You guys go on and have a good day, alright? Thanks, handsome."

"You're welcome," Steve says, a millisecond after he realises you'd been talking to Charlie.

You laugh and wiggle your fingers at his kids. You're gone as quick as you came down the stone path to the ice cream parlour.

Steve's boiling. It isn't from the sun.

"What'd she write, daddy?" Sarah asks.

He tears his eyes from your retreating figure and lowers Charlie to the ground with a tired groan. He sits on the end of the slide and the twins follow him as they always do, like magnets since the days they learned to crawl. They all squeeze on the end of the slide together.

"Can I see yours, bud?" he asks.

Steve puts Charlie's flyer on top of his own. Next to Evangeline's chunky body, you've written a tightly packed message. Your handwriting looks like your voice sounds. Steve doesn't know how to explain it.

You've put down your phone number. Under it, you've written a sloping message:

find her and maybe we can celebrate! ♥︎

"Dad?" Sarah prompts.

"Oh, right. It says if we find the cat we can celebrate."

"What's 'celebrate'?"

"Uh, we can celebrate, we can have a reward and a little party."

"A party?" Sarah asks with a gasp.

"Well, not always?" he says, his heart still pattering from the sight of your number.

It's too late to amend what he's said. Sarah's heard party, and she wants a party, though her definition of what a party is inaccurate. She thinks parties with Aunt Robin are better than Christmas, movies and popcorn and jiffy pop and Depeche Mode singalong.

"Dad, we have to find that cat!"

Steve's thinking the same thing. Any excuse to call you is one he wants to take, not just because you'd been pretty, but because you'd seen him and the kids at the same time. He doesn't wanna be presumptuous, maybe you write your number on all the posters, but even as he thinks it he doubts it.

Your biro heart feels like a beckoning.

Or Steve's an idiot. It wouldn't be the first time he was.

"Can we go look, dad?" Charlie asks.

Steve has a lot of chores waiting for him at home, laundry and dishes and bills he has to do over the phone. He doesn't have time to look for a wandering cat, even if you were super pretty, and you'd talked to the kids like they were golden, and the smile you'd given him at one point felt heavy with something unspoken…

"Let me get my bag," he says, standing up. "You guys are gonna need your jackets if we're staying out. It's getting cold."

The twins rush to join him.

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my requests are open so if you'd like to see more of steve and the twins let me know, hopefully they can find poor evangeline! and if you enjoyed please consider reblogging, it means the world <3<3<3<3

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noroi1000 · 6 months

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Ooh requests are open imma send u the lil idea I had in my head but not had the time to get to writing it. Schl sucks I agree it's not fun, hoping you survive it somehow tho

May I request a Gojo x reader where the reader likes sweets so they buy sweets, put them in the fridge and promptly forget all about it until they see the wrapper in the bin/want to eat and realise there's only one left so they demand to know why Gojo has been stealing all their sweets? Thanks!!

A fridge full of sweets

Summary: You both love sweets. You bought a whole fridge full of sweet delicacies for you. But you didn't manage to eat it because you always had other plans. You remembered about these sweets when you saw empty packages in the trash. Satoru ate everything...

The shelves that had so much colorful packaging on them looked like they were starting to shine for no reason.

Pink, yellow, red, blue, green packaging and all these. As if a real rainbow appeared in the store. A rainbow that fulfills wishes!

You've been craving sweets so much since the morning. That's why whenever you went to the store to do some basic shopping, your eyes didn't miss the shelf with sweets.

Cookies, jellies, candies, cake in plastic containers, muffins, donuts. Everything seemed to be looking at you and your soul was already strengthening at the mere sight of these delicious good things.

You had Satoru's money with you. And he will never be mad at you if you spend his money on sweets since for him this is the basis of his diet!

He even adds ice cream to Sake when he needs to drink it, but he doesn't like it so much that he adds vanilla ice cream to it to eliminate the bitter taste of the alcohol! At alcoholic parties he drinks melon soda, cola or orangeade!

You have a cupboard in your kitchen especially for sweets!

He bought you bubblegum and pudding flavored lip gloss because he wanted to feel sweet while kissing you!

You both like sweets. You love these sweet flavors that melt in your mouth!

After a few seconds of contemplation, your hands shot out to the colorful packages and you started choosing everything you wanted.

Everything you wanted to take could have been in the fridge. You want refreshing sweets today.

Citrus jellies, mochi, ice cream.

But you couldn't give up marshmallows, Pocky, chocolate bars and those adorable teddy bear cookies. Soft cake, cream and jams... These teddy bears are the ones Satoru likes. But you also like them because they have different flavors.

Later, you were completely ready, going to the bakery to buy muffins with various creams and cake.

You came home with bags containing mainly sweets.

And you looked at the fridge, stuffed to the brim and shiny with delicious-looking things.

Taking one cat-shaped cupcake with sprinkles in the shape of little cats, you closed the fridge to stop yourself from eating it all at once.

If you want to have a beautiful evening, you can eat sweets together.

The strangest thing was that your boyfriend didn't open the fridge right away when he came home.

He came into the house, greeted you, changed into his home clothes and started taking warm food out of his bag.

He came back from town bringing you your favorite food.

He really spoils you. He feeds you with the amount of food he eats. And he could eat all day long. Continuously. And he forces just as much food into you, even though his size outweighs yours. That's why you think he might have a bigger stomach too.

No... He has a black hole in his stomach. Everything he eats disappears as if it never happened and he can continue eating everything.

He clung to you on the couch.

And the next day he took you out to dinner in the city.

Then it happened again that you weren't at home.

The fridge overflowing with sweets hasn't been opened and you haven't eaten any of it yet. Fortunately, there was nothing that deteriorated very quickly.

But one day when he came home late, you were already asleep, waiting for him in bed.

But knowing this Gojo Satoru, he was hungry after working all day as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

That's why his hands reached for the fridge. And his eyes lit up when he saw the amount of sweets.

The smile on his face when he thought that you surprised him and bought all these sweets for him as a gift.

Maybe tomorrow morning he will play with you to thank you for these delicacies?

Your warm arms can wait. For now, he has to eat everything you bought!

All his bites are big. While eating one thing, he only thought about eating the next one. So he ate everything in order. All packages were open. The sour jelly sugar coated his fingers as he licked the cream from his lips after eating the last cupcake.

Long fingers landed on his tongue as he scooped up the sweet and sour delight of the jelly beans.

Will he be able to sleep after all the sugar he has consumed? After coffee bars?

This is Satoru! Someone who has been eating sweets for so long that they have become addicted to it! Someone for whom sugar is not difficult! He can gorge himself and half an hour later he will be hungry again!

You may have already gotten used to your personal hunger at home.

Luckily he can have millions of yen for food!

The empty wrappers of all the treats were thrown into the trash can when he finished eating. And he didn't even want to go brush his teeth to hide all the traces.

They were sweets for him from you, weren't they?

But no one else could eat it except him and you. You two live together.

You felt the bed sink next to you and he climbed into your arms, giving you a kiss on the lips.

Why did you feel the taste of chocolate and cream on his lips, but the inside of his mouth tasted like citrus jelly beans?

You were so sleepy that you ignored it and went back to sleep. After all, you always felt more comfortable sleeping in his arms. You slept better.

But you slept too well. That's why you needed to wake up first thing in the morning. Sweet coffee and coffee bars... It was your dream.

You remembered that you put this package on the last shelf in the fridge.

You took the cups and prepared the milk and sugar.

While the coffee machine was pouring delicious fresh coffee into your favorite mugs, you walked over to the fridge.

Rubbing your eye, you blindly reached for your bars. To not find it.

You opened your eyes to look for it.

And you saw an empty fridge that was already full yesterday!

There were empty fancy packages in the trash can.

There isn't a single candy bar...

Only a package of peanut candies left...

Clenching your jaw, you walked to the bedroom, knowing who the culprit was.

That's why his mouth tasted like citrus jelly beans and chocolate!

He ate it all!

All your sweets!

Even kitty cupcakes and teddy bear cookies!

You saw a white-haired giant stick insect who was too muscular to be a stick insect lying in bed with his belly bare because of his shirt that had rolled up.

You bluntly threw the cold wrapper of peanut candy onto his half-bare chest.

He jumped up from the sudden impact and cold and looked at you like he was having a sudden panic attack.

If you poured ice water on him, he would look even better! It was revenge!

"Mochi? What?" He exclaimed, looking at your furrowed brows.

"Why are you stealing our sweets?! You ate everything!!" you shouted, your hands clenched.

"Baby baby! I was hungry! But since the fridge was full, you bought it for me, right?"

"I bought this for us a few days ago! But you ate it all!"

He quickly stood up, placing his hands on your cheeks as you looked at him like a disappointed child.

He fed his adorable baby (you) with pancakes that he made.

Two towers of pancakes for you. And as a punishment, not one for him.

#jjk x you #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo #jujutsu kaisen

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missbaphomet · 1 year

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Tumblr merch propaganda:

Sweatpants: super comfy. I ordered a 3x and they were a little tight but I'm also losing weight so that doesn't bother me. The print is good quality and feels tough. I don't know anything about screen printing or whatever the process is but I have a hoodie from WDW in 2014 with the same kind of printing and it still looks like new. I would be willing to bet the printing will last. They are black, not tumblr blue.

Vanilla Extract Bottle: color irl is brighter than pictured on the shop. I got pink thinking it was a more bubblegum pink but it is BRIGHT. the lid has a foldable straw. It's flat on the bottom but rounded on top, surprisingly comfortable in the mouth. Internal straw detaches for cleaning. Holds soda with no problems, but will hiss and release pressure when the straw is lifted, doesn't fizz out of the straw. Keeps cold really well! I filled it with a water bottle from the fridge and left it out all night and it was still cold the following morning. The finger loop has gel padding and is comfortable to carry by one finger even when full.

Tumblers: I got the presidential pink one and the sky one. Smaller than expected but perfect size for morning coffee. Comes with a matching straw and the lid has a slider to close the tumbler when not in use and keep things hot. Probably dishwasher safe, but I prefer to hand wash so no promises.

Patches: some are printed, some are embroidered, both seem fine. They have iron on backing but never hurts to double secure with a sewing machine.

Offline Journal: I haven't written in it yet but it has a good weight and is hardcover.

Shoelaces: they're great, only complaint is the plastic aglet but I'll let that slide since it would be hard to get the tumblr logo on a metal one

#baph bleats #tumblr merch #tumblr shop

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freshiegayboi · 1 month

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All the Sanses playing "never had I ever" and it getting steamy. Except Blue has drunk every single time for anything they could think of. Everyone has a conniption.

you. you get it /lh

went with the ever fun Blue and the Bad Sans Poly for this, just to keep it funky lol enjoy!!

(this one gets a little nsfw, so its under the cut for talk about kinks and suggestive stuff. please do not read if you are under 18!!)

~.~

Laughter filled the castle, and had been for a couple hours. The longer the drinks were brought out, the louder the gleeful sounds got, until Nightmare finally cut them off. Water only, but as a consolation he permitted them to play a few group games, without his supervision.

He knew they were less likely to try anything violent with how drunk they'd all gotten, but he was also fairly likely to come back to something less than innocent if he didn't give them something else to do.

It was Horror that had recommended Never Have I Ever, a simple game that while usually had alcoholic drinks accompanying it, was easily supplemented with weird sodas. Blue had agreed easily; surely it couldn't get too bad.

Now armed with ranch, bacon, bubblegum and other various flavored sodas, they started in almost immediately on the most hardcore things they could think of.

"Never have I ever kissed someone until they couldn't breathe!" Killer said, smirking as both Horror and Cross blinked, then took a drink, grimacing at the taste of synthetic bacon. All of them did a double take, however, when Blue also took a drink. He didn't seem to notice them all staring at him until he glanced up from his phone, his sockets widening.

"What?"

Killer shook himself out of his shock, waving a hand. "You're just a lot more kinky than we thought, Baby Blue, that's all! Your turn Dusty~"

Dust gave him a look, then signed a quick "Never have I ever spanked anyone."

This time Killer took a drink, gagging at the horrendous taste of fake bubblegum, as well as Cross. But they all stared as, once again, Blue took a drink with them.

"...Blue?" Horror asked, Blue startling as he realized they were all staring at him again with something only definable as total shock.

"What? I like impact play!"

Horror blinked, but shrugged. "Alright. My turn, I guess. Never have I ever... Used a knife on somebody."

Killer raised a brow, Horror huffing a laugh as he supplemented a "Sexually."

Dust took a drink. Killer took a drink. Blue took a drink.

And once again, they all stared. Blue stared back, perplexed through the state of being drunk off his ass, and finally said...

"...I've literally done all these things with you guys."

And well. There was truth to that, wasn't there?

#fresh writes #undertale #sanscest #blue and the bsp #bad sans poly #suggestive themes #alcohol consumption #let me know if i should tag anything else

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inkykeiji · 8 months

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Mint green with flawless Tomura

prompt: mint green series: flawless au warnings: reader likes mint chocolate chip ice cream, hints of a toxic relationship words: 510

“I don’t know how you can eat that,” you say, nose scrunching up. “My teeth hurt just looking at it.”

“Don’t look at it, then,” he snaps, the lines of his lips dyed a syrupy cyan, confection liquified by the heat of his mouth.

But you just can’t help it, the monstrosity on a sugared cone continually drawing your eye no matter how hard you try to ignore it, looming in your peripheral vision like some sort of Lovecraftian horror.

It’s three scoops tall, with funfetti birthday cake as it’s base, speckled with colourful sprinkles and ribbons of icing running through the vanilla cream, followed by bubblegum cotton candy, pink rippled with teal, and topped with cookie monster; a heaping scoop of blue ice cream, laden with chunks of cookie dough and topped with a slice of a chocolate chip cookie, stuck in the cream.

It’s a cavity waiting to happen. It’s several cavities waiting to happen, and you wince reactively, features twisting in phantom pain, teeth stinging. His tongue slithers from between his gooey lips, slick muscle tainted some nightmarish colour, and curls vindictively around his ice cream, gathering a mountainous glob and chewing it, a responding hiss inhaled through your clenched teeth.

“You’re just weak,” Tomura continues, eyes narrowed. “And I don’t know how you can eat that.”

Ruby eyes stare pointedly at the drops of mint green ice cream dribbling over your knuckles, the icy treat melting rapidly in the July sun.

“It really isn’t that bad,” your tongue darts out to lick at the dollops of sugar smeared across your fingers, doing little in the way of cleaning it up, saliva watering it down to a translucent turquoise, sticky and shimmering, pooling in the gaps of your fingers.

“It really is that bad, and I can’t believe I’m dating a psychopath.”

“A psychopath?”

“Only psychos eat mint chip ice cream,” he reasons simply, shrugging a shoulder. “No sane person enjoys mint in their chocolate.”

Bubbles of incredulous laughter barrel up your throat, warm and tingling as they pop on your tongue, and he joins in, chuckling, his gaze mollifying beneath your amusement. His teeth are stained blue from the artificial dye, giving his smile an almost uncanny characteristic to it, eerie and wolfish.

“Oh? And is that a fact?”

“It is a fact,” he confirms. “Ask Kurogiri.”

You can’t help but giggle again at how direly serious he is, as if Kurogiri truly is the end-all, be-all wealth of knowledge in this life, his information gospel, his words final. You suppose in Tomura’s world, he is.

It’s cute, in Tomura’s trademark endearingly entitled kind of way, that he’s so staunchly confident in his statements; so sure that he’s correct, so sure that his custodian would confirm the validity of his claims in an instant.

“A sugar fiend and a psychopath,” you sigh wistfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “What a pair we make.”

“Could be worse.”

“Worse? How?”

“We could both like mint chip.”

“Oh, yeah. Then we’d be real menaces to society.”

authors note: tomu definitely refuses to kiss you until you have, as he so eloquently put it, rid your mouth of that horrid mint flavour, shoving various different candies and sodas at you in a desperate attempt to eradicate the offensive taste.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #a quick short one!!!! super cute!!!! love flawless tomu so much #hope ur having a fab tuesday anon bb #stay safe n drink water!#flawless universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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therezastarman · 2 months

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star trek vape headcanon list

kirk:

he is a nicotine fiend

he uses a blue razz or blue razz bubblegum crave (he would use blue razz lemonade if it were blue)

he regularly forgets to eat because of it

he uses it to stay awake late at night

spock:

he hits his vape every ten minutes or so because of how quickly his body processes the nicotine

he does not like how vaping makes him feel so he started using a cbd pen

his favorite is the clear crave, but he will also use a passion fruit mango crave

bones:

he started vaping to quit smoking and has since switched to zyn

he uses spearmint zyn

uhura:

she only vapes when she drinks

she likes any fruity flavor

chekov:

he says that he will never pick up vaping when he can just smoke

he picked up vaping

he likes exotic soda crave

sulu:

he gets the mystery craves

scotty:

classic tobacco

janice:

she likes trying different ones

her favorites are the minty ones

christine:

she picked up vaping on the enterprise

she uses elf bars

her favorite is kiwi passionfruit guava

#star trek #star trek headcanons #star trek tos #tos

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iikkeee · 1 year

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||Pale Moonlight w. addams ||

Wednesday Addams x female griffin reader fluff!

——————————————————————————— When Wednesday sees a girl sitting by herself she starts to want to know about her. Enid sets up a plan for her friend to get with y/n

A/n: sorry if Wednesday is a little out of character, also this story sorta of switches through different povs so sorry if that’s confusing. I also might make another chapter for this if you guys want it.

——————————————————————————— Wednesday sat at one of the tables outside of the school silently studying the students talking and chatting among her, she gazed intently at one girl specifically. The girl had caught Wednesday’s eye, she had flowy h/c hair, long talons, strange rips on the back of her blue uniform, and a tail coming out of her skirt moving softly through the wind. The sight of her intrigued Wednesday, she had never seen someone so beautiful. The girl sat at a table alone, her hand putting her hair behind her ear as she read a gigantic book, one that Wednesday couldn’t see the title of from where she was sitting.

Enid came rushing to Wednesday’s side with soft drinks residing in her hands “Wednesday” she called out to the black haired girl “heyy Wednesdayy…” she said once more rolling her eyes as she heard no response “Wednesday!” She screeched, waving her hand in front of the young girl’s face. That seemed to snap the girl out of her trance as she moved her gaze from the girl to Enid “Finally, I thought you would never respond” Enid said rolling her eyes as she made herself comfortable on the bench, setting her bubblegum flavored soda in front of her and a burgundy colored one in front of Wednesday. “What’s this?” Wednesday said her eyebrows creasing as she picked up the drink “pomegranate flavor, thought you might like it” “why would I ever want such a weird drink?” “Don’t knock it till you try it” Enid said winking before cracking open her and gulping it down.

“What were you even looking at?” Enid asked curiously looking in the direction that Wednesday was previously, “huh?” Wednesday asked, suddenly aloof “just now silly” Enid exclaimed while giggling “It was nothing.” Wednesday responded blankly as she played with the top of the soda can. “Oh come on! Spill!” Enid pouted as she leaned closer to the other girls face, causing the other to move away from her “Just that girl, she’s the only person that I don’t want to throw up from just looking at her” “ooooh, looks like Wednesday has crush” Enid said mocking, Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows and scoffed “I would never like someone, I resent the happiness from human relationships” Wednesday said blankly as she got up from the table “hey! I could introduce you to her, you know?” Enid said quickly reaching to grab the arm of the other girl “no” she replied quickly shaking off her hand, Enid frowned as she turned to the girl her friend was staring at, quickly chugging her bubblegum drink as she started to devise a plan.

You sat at a table silently reading a book of medieval executions, it fascinated you as you fixated on the drawings of the devices of torture. You felt someone’s gaze on you with your heightened senses but brushed them off when out of the corner of your eye you saw a beautiful girl with black hair tied neatly into two braids, her uniform black rather than the usual blue, of course you knew who she was. All anyone could talk about was the new outcast of all outcasts, Wednesday. Everyone spoke negatively of the girl but you thought of her as unique and wanted to become friends with her. “Hey!” You heard a familiar voice exclaim causing you to slam your book in shock, losing your page which would make it far too difficult to find later. “Enid…you scared me” You said your hand clutching your chest as you stared at the hyperactive girl “sorry about that, anyways want to come over later? We could do makeovers or ooh even play board games!” She said grinning wildly “sure I would love to” you responded giving her a small smile back “alright we’ll see you at…?” She asked pausing for a minute “I should be free near 6” “6 it is!” She said winking and pointed finger guns as she rushed back, you chuckled at her movements before quickly going back to your book, struggling to even remember the drawing on the page you were on.

When the clock ticked 5:50 you finished doing your makeup and put on normal clothing instead of your dark blue uniform. You put your sweater off before making your way to Enid’s room. You had barely knocked on the door before it opened revealing a brightly dressed girl “yay! You’re here!!” She said quickly pulling you into a hug which you reluctantly returned. You entered the room and noticed the change, one side was decked out with posters and bright stained glass, meanwhile the other side was filled with black and dull colors. Your eyes lit up as you saw Wednesday sitting at her desk with a typewriter. “Wow, your room looks different” You said to her “Oh yeah, since I got a new roomie…anyways let’s go!” She said before rushing to grab your hand and plopping you on her bed “we should tots do makeovers first” “sure” you smiled “Enid, you and your friend are disturbing my writing time” the gloomy girl said, Enid rolled her eyes “don’t worry about her” she muttered.

“Anyways, makeup?” She said holding up lipstick and an eyeshadow palette, you nodded and she quickly started to get to work. As she did your makeup with different pinks and blues you couldn’t help but stare at Wednesday. She was so cute, especially when she was so concentrated. Her features seemed to glow in the pale moonlight, and you almost melted at the sight of her. Enid smiled as she saw you look at Wednesday, her secret plan finally kicking off. You were snapped out of your trance when you saw a dismembered hand hop onto Wednesday’s shoulder before jumping on Enid’s bed. You raised your eyebrows in shock and Enid stopped doing your eyeshadow “Oh that’s Thing, don’t worry he’s a great guy. He also does great manicures” She said waving her brush in the air as she high fived the hand “I’m sure he does” you said shaking things well…hand? You weren’t that concerned about it as you were a griffin and everyone else at nevermore was some sort of ghoul or creature.

Wednesday groaned loudly at the noises you three were making, her hands angrily landing on her desk with a soft thud. Enid’s eyes widened before she giggled and started painting your lips a pretty pink. “one last touch and…voilà!” Enid exclaimed as she gave you a mirror “Oh wow! This looks great Enid” you said admiring the craftsmanship on your eyes. “There’s a reason I’m so popular” She replied winking “mani petites next” She said quickly getting up from her bed and rummaging through her clustered drawer. “Hmm, that’s strange…I seem to be out…I’m sure my friend has some” She said her finger on her chin “Y/n I’m going to go see if I can borrow some from my friend” She said already bolting to the door “oh I’ll go with you” you said getting up from the bed “No reason for you to go, thing why don’t you come with?” She said bugging her head towards the door, Thing quickly got off the bed and climbed on Enid’s shoulder. She waved goodbye and closed the door behind her with a smug grin on her face.

You sat on the bed boredly looking at your makeup in the room, your eyes wandered to the girl quickly typing on the other side of the room. “So…you write stories?” You asked the girl, she paused for a moment and glanced at you for a moment before saying “yes…” “what about?” You asked curiously, hollering inside from successfully being able to talk to her for the first time “a detective novel” She responded, you quickly got off the bed and stood next to her desk, you cringed as you thought of what she might say but instead she remained seated, her gaze on the pages in front of her “I’ve always wanted to write a book, just never had the time to” you said trying to make conversation “you need to split your days into hours, I always make sure to get enough time to write my novel” She replied gazing into your eyes. “I wish I could, I mean I love books so much…” you said reading small passages from her writing “I know.” She replied blankly, you smiled as your remembered feeling her gaze upon you in the day. “I’ve noticed you too, Wednesday” You said as you stared into her beautiful black eyes, she inhaled deeply before staring back into her paper.

“You’re fascinating” she dryly said “and you are too” you shot back with a smile “and you’re a-“ she asked “griffin” you said cutting her off, before switching the topic “I’ve always wanted to get to know you more, just didn’t know how to approach you” you said grabbing Enid’s chair from her desk and sliding it next to Wednesday’s, she scouted her chair to make room for yours. “So did I, but I don’t like the fact that I feel happiness when I look at your face” She said her eyes staring at the floor, you smiled as you took in her weird compliment. You both sat in silence for a moment, your heads resting on her desk. it was comfortable as you stared into each others eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” You whispered to her, she didn’t give you a response. “Because you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen” you whispered once more, she let out a soft expression as her eyes shifted to look at you. You both moved closer to each other, almost wrapped into each others arms. “You never even gave me your name” She muttered next to your cheek “Y/n…Y/n L/n” You muttered back. She smiled at you. “You make me feel the least dreadful” She said caressing your cheek, you smiled as you felt your heart pounding.

Suddenly you heard the door open to reveal Enid and Thing with a bag full of what you presume, nail polish. You and Wednesday quickly separated and you got up to greet them. You gave Wednesday’s hand a small squeeze and winked at her before going to the door. You and Enid continued with your makeover and other activities, each time you could you stole a glance to Wednesday, she returned them back sometimes with a smile. Enid smiled internally as she saw the scene in front of her, she pretended as she didn’t know anything as she painted your nails your favorite color. Little did you and Wednesday know that Enid had planned your meeting out, while you were sharing a peaceful moment with the dull girl, Enid and Thing were outside of the door cheering you both on. When you weren’t looking Enid gave Thing a secret high five.

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Table of Liquids

You find a bottle and it contains:

Pleasant fresh drinking water

Gross nasty stinking water

Seawater with a small creature swimming in it

Anti-water

Bubbling green acid

Real acid, which is frequently a still colorless liquid

Delicious fruit juice

Unpleasantly sweet fruit juice

Unpleasantly sour/tart fruit juice

Spoiled/moldy fruit juice that hasn’t quite fermented into drinkable alcohol just yet

Unpalatably savory vegetable juice that probably has vitamins and antioxidants and whatever but still. Ew

Coffee (roll d6: 1 decent black, 2 poorly filtered so it’s full of grit, 3 so full of cream and sugar it’s basically cake, 4 extremely fancy drip coffee with hints of aromatic spice, 5 Popular Coffee Chain Seasonal Flavor, 6 tepid office break room coffee)

Tea (roll d10: black, white, green, yellow, oolong, sassafras, hibiscus, mint, patchouli, cannabis)

Boba (see Table of Flavors/Scents)

Spruce beer

Fairy Drink

Zooper Dooper Bubblegum Milk

Peg Nog

Punker Punch

Crystal Pepsi

Dr. Nut

Chicken Partner

Masochist Cider

Salty potato-flavored Soda

Pancake and syrup-flavored soda

Bird-nest-flavored soda

Iron-girder-flavored soda

One of those weird Jones Soda savory flavors. Go around the group and everyone say what they had for dinner last night, then the DM decides which would make the worst soda flavor

Crass Soda

Energy Potion (roll d12: Original, CodeRed, Livewire, Voltage, WhiteOut, PitchBlack, Baja Blast, Spark, GameFuel, Supernova, VooDew, Flamin’ Hot)

Capri Suns of dubious flavors

Coca Cola of dubious flavors

Asparagus-water

Clamato

The Sludge

Frobscottle

Meat drippings

Milk (DM’s choice of source)

Clotted cream

Grungnort

Lamp oil

Cooking oil

Baby oil

Snake oil

Ink (roll d6: black, blue, red, pink, luminous green, invisible)

Booze that makes you raucous and boisterous

Booze that makes you sentimental and melancholy

Booze that makes you lose all sense of balance

Booze that is basically a Potion of Irresistible Dance

Booze that makes you hallucinate fairies and sing Baz Luhrman jukebox musical showtunes

Angostura Bitters

Wine of Mystery

Non-Alcoholic Vacation Juice

Soup broth (you choose the flavor idk there’s thousands of soups in the world and I don’t think any of them will affect the gameplay more than another)

Pickle brine

Reeking Smatch

Onion juice

Garlic Cola

Potion of Skill or Proficiency or Ability or Whatever; a creature that consumes it gains a skill of the DM’s choice or roll d100 on the Table

Very Cool Pirate Juice

Cowboy Juice

Disinfectant

Mouthwash

Old man cologne

Potion of Damage Resistance (roll d12: Acid, Bludgeon, Force, Fire, Cold, Psychic, Radiant, Thunder, Lightning, Poison, Necrotic, Slash/Pierce)

Potion of Damage (use as a splash weapon or trick someone into drinking it; same table as above)

Bone-hurting juice

Metal polish

2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner

Potion of ___ Friendship (roll d20: 1-7 Animal, 8 Monstrosity, 9 Undead, 10 Ooze, 11 Aberration, 12 Celestial, 13 Construct, 14 Dragon, 15 Elemental, 16 Fey, 17 Fiend, 18 Giant, 19 Humanoid, 20 Plant)

Potion of ___ Repellent (causes the indicated type to act as Turned. Roll d20: Arthropod, Birds, Magical Beasts, Horses, Ooze, Shark, Beholder, Elemental, Undead, Good, Evil, Lawful, Chaotic, Fey, Draconic, Human, Goblinoid, Psychic, Aberration, God)

Potion of ___ Attractant/Pheremone (same table as above)

Potion of Giant ___ (roll d4: Strength, Weight, Height, Head)

Potion of Gaseous Form

Potion of Animal Form (Table of Animals)

Potion of Healing

Potion of Monster Alarm

Potion of Data Compression

Potion of Shit the Bed

Potion of Boob Have

Potion of InfantSee

Potion of Regalia

Heroic Brew

Potion of Animate Object

Potion of Stat Swap

Rose-hibiscus tropical probiotic THC-infused Elixir of Love

Beard tonic

Anti-beard tonic

Sleeping Potion

Poison/venom (roll d10: Cobra, Scorpion, Centipede, Black Widow, Pfeffer’s Flamboyant Cuttlefish, Platypus, Cane Toad, Doll’s-Eye Plant, Hemlock, Death Cap Mushroom)

Love Potion

Hate Potion (as Love Potion but instead with hate)

Indifference Potion (as Love Potion but instead they are indifferent to the subject)

Potion of Resting Face, compels a creature that consumes it to display a particular emotion (roll d10: blank, happiness, sadness, fear, anger, disgust, :3, Dreamworks face, Gary Busey, DM’s choice of RageComic/emoji)

Potion of Sin, filling a creature that consumes it with a compulsion to act on the urge (roll d8: Envy, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Pride, Greed, Blasphemy)

Phlogiston

Alkahest (universal solvent)

Ice-Nine

Lethe-Water (Potion of Forgetfulness)

Humour (first roll d4: Blood, Phlegm, Black Bile, Yellow Bile, then roll d10: Human, Dwarf, Elf, Dragon, Weird Bug, Unicorn, Displacer-Beast, Rust Monster, Demon, God)

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espios-world · 1 year

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🔥cola 👹 black 💔 cherry 👿 root 🗣️ beer 🫐 red 🍒 pop 💩 cream 🍆 soda 💯 grape 😜 rock 🪨 and 🇵🇱 rye 🙄 Dr. 🤑 Faygo 🥰 candy 🍭 apple 🪱 60/40 🗣️ pineapple orange 😈 yEP thTs mY favOURITE fayGO! 🫶 chocolate 🫕 ice 🍨 crem 😡 pie 🥧

whoo 🫶

👹 ginger 😈 ale 🗣️ cotton 🗣️ candy 💯 my 😡 faygo 😜

🤑That 💀precious 💔sauce 🇵🇱 👹Juggalo💯 Juice🤑

🤡Crack 😍that 🪱fat 🍭boy 😋let🥺 it🫕 go🪨 loose🤓

🇵🇱Drink😍it👿, spray🫐 it,🍒 whatever 🔥your 👿use😳

🫐Do😙 it up☹️ like🤯 Joey, 🌜and 🤢Big 😎Joe 🤠Bruce🤧

💦Wet💤 it 🎊up,🙈 kid👺 (I’m👿 about 💥to)🎃

✨Moon☹️ Mist 🫐Blue 🤓here’s🥺 what 🍒you 🔥do😍

👺Throw 😙it 🤯up 😍in 🪨the🫕 sky 🌜to💩 soothe✨ that💢 itch💨

💥Slap 🔥it ✨up 🙊silly 💢and❤️‍🔥 boot💋 that 👥bitch💞

🙊Just❤️‍🔥 let 😍it😙 fly 👺JUGGALO 👺JUICE 👺(Yep🔥, yep💯)

💩Into💨 the🪨 sky👥 (Yep)💥

😳My😍 Faygo 💅🏻HEEY!!🌷

💫Don't 🌈wonder 🍠why🚕 (Whooooaoh!)🚓

💅🏻JUGGALO🌜 JUICE😍 (Yep,✨ yep)💨

🪨Until 💞you💋 try 💯(Yep)💅🏻

🌷My 🌈Faygo 🍠HEEY!💋

💯Two 😛in 😋each 😐hand😡

💅🏻Flake 🤭out 😤and ☹️shake🤐

🤯My 😖nutbag🥶 taste🥸 like👹 Faygo 👺Grape🙀

💌Explode 💋in💅🏻 your 💯bedroom🤭

🥶Faygo 😋lake 😖Marinate😐 your 🪨steak 💞and 🚓bake💨

💅🏻Faygo 😤cake👺

💅🏻It's😡 cheap 😐as 😖hell😋

💯And 🤑fuck😍 I'm 🤪broke🥳

😘Fuck 😅three 🤩bucks 🤑for 💯a🚓 cup😖 of 💅🏻Coke🤭 Shit🙀

🤭I😍 stay 😘sticky👺

💯Fuck😝 the 😇soap 😐Orange😶 Pop🤭 all 🤬on🤗 my 😠dick🥺 please 😤though🙁

🤬I 😠mix 🌚it 🌞fix😵‍💫 it 🤒fuck 🤡I 🥸kicks 🤓it👿

🎃Off 🤑them🤠 titties 🤡I 👺gotsta 💥licks 🙀it🫂

💋Take 🧠out 👣the 🗣️fixtures,🫁 chandeliers👁️

👄Fuck✋ a🤝 venue🦾 to💅🏻 nice🤷 to 🙍handle 🧘this🧑‍🦼

🛌Rock 💆and 🧏🏻Rye 🧖bounce🏋️ from🦸 above🦹

🧑‍🎄Knock 🥷you🤑 out🤓 and👄 fuck🤝 up 🫂your 🤒duds🥸

💅🏻Explode✋ and 🤝unload 👄all💋 over🤑 the 😍place👄

🤓You 😍don't 🤑like💅🏻 Red 🎃Pop🤡

👺FUCK 💥YOUR 🤡FACE!!🙀

🙊Just❤️‍🔥 let 😍it😙 fly 👺JUGGALO 👺JUICE 👺(Yep🔥, yep💯)

💩Into💨 the🪨 sky👥 (Yep)💥

😳My😍 Faygo 💅🏻HEEY!!🌷

💫Don't 🌈wonder 🍠why🚕 (Whooooaoh!)🚓

💅🏻JUGGALO🌜 JUICE😍 (Yep,✨ yep)💨

🪨Until 💞you💋 try 💯(Yep)💅🏻

🌷My 🌈Faygo 🍠HEEY!💋

🙀Too 🤡much💥 juice 👺shorts🤓 out 😍the💅🏻 power🫂

😘Dance 😅in😗 the😛 dark 🤪of🥳 the😛 Faygo 🥲shower🙃

😇Sugar 😝rain 🤪insane 🥳Flavors,💅🏻 colors😘

😍We'll 🤡kick👺 yo💥 ass🤝

🙃But 💥we 😍love each 🫂others🤓

😅Through🤡 the 😋floor, 🤪into🥳 the 🤣basement😭

😍But 🥰it 😋ain't 😶wasted,😱 🤬more 😤we😏 taste 😔it😐

🤭Seeps 😔on 😛through😑 to😜 the 😮pits😢 of 😲Hell😵

🙁And 😖puts 💅🏻out🤝 the 🫂flames 😝where😍 the😏 devil🤡 dwells😋

😋Faygo😱 storms, 😶rain💅🏻 an😇 thunder😅

😋No😁 need😍 to 😋wonder😐

🤔It's🥱 too 🤗much😱 fun 😠to😠 just 😮‍💨unwind😒

🤔Put 💅🏻yourself 🤡under 😮the😝 trance😵

😏Pour 😔some 🥱down 😱your 🤗pants😡

😏Hump 🌛it, 🤤hit 🌚it,😵‍💫 get😫 wit🌜 it😩

😍 Bust 😔a😵 nut 😝and 😋be🤡 geeked😮 ya 🌛did 🌛it🤤

🤤Precious 😠Peach, 😋and😅 Bubblegum 😋Pop😲

🙁No 😮‍💨need😘 for 😍a 🤗mop😱 cause 🤫we 🤭don't 🤨stop!🤠

🙊Just❤️‍🔥 let 😍it😙 fly 👺JUGGALO 👺JUICE 👺(Yep🔥, yep💯)

💩Into💨 the🪨 sky👥 (Yep)💥

😳My😍 Faygo 💅🏻HEEY!!🌷

💫Don't 🌈wonder 🍠why🚕 (Whooooaoh!)🚓

💅🏻JUGGALO🌜 JUICE😍 (Yep,✨ yep)💨

🪨Until 💞you💋 try 💯(Yep)💅🏻

🌷My 🌈Faygo 🍠HEEY!💋

🤤Orange😏 Chug 🌛(Whooooaoh!)😮

😵‍💫City 😫Soda (Yep,🤡 Yep)🌜

😮‍💨Moon 🤭Mist🌚 (Yep)😲

🤤Mango 😩Tango 😅(My😭 Faygo 😍HEEY!)😅

😆Key 🤩Lime 😜Pie🤪 (Whooooaoh!)🥳

😒Red😠 Cherry ☹️(Yep, 😫Yep)😵‍💫

😖Original 🤤Black 😫Raspberry😵‍💫 (Yep, 🌜My 🥴Faygo 😓HEEY!😩)

😫Jive 🤤Turkey😣 Tonic😫

i spent too long on this.

@syds-shitposting-arena

#icp #insane clown posse

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amuseoffirebane · 11 months

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SPG Fanfic: It's All Gone to Rust

Fandom: Steam Powered Giraffe

Words: 4,218

Summary: Peter Walter IV has taken to hot wiring cars as a teenager grappling with grief and a complicated home life. An encounter with a strange girl gets under his skin, leaving him to wonder-- where does his destiny lie?

Notes: Grief, Bittersweet, Sort of a Songfic on a Technicality but Not Really

This is a Tumblr post specifically for folks who cannot access Ao3!

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　　February, 1953.

　　“This isn’t your car, is it?”

　　Peter Walter IV-- “Four” to his family-- nearly dropped the wires he was holding as the voice spoke, whipping his head up in alarm. Seated behind the wheel of the white Cadillac Eldorado, he frowned at the girl who stood with one hand braced against the rim of the passenger side door. She blew a bubblegum bubble and let it pop as she looked down at him, waiting for a response.

　　“I lost my keys.” Four said the rehearsed lie automatically, adding in a nervous laugh. “My dad’s gonna be so mad, but, not as mad as he’d be if I don’t make it home, so--”

　　“Your daddy lets you drive such a nice car all by yourself?” The girl blinked slowly and smirked. “You can’t be much older than me.”

　　Four’s fake smile wavered. “Yeah. He does. And I’m sixteen, I’ve got my license.”

　　The girl shrugged. “Good for you, but I don’t really care about that. I’m just looking for a ride.”

　　Four glanced down at the thin wires still in his hands. The stripped ends caught the sunlight, making the copper strands glint. “Uh. Now’s not a great time.”

　　“It’ll be worse if you get caught,” the girl said flippantly. She smacked the gum in her mouth a few more times, not responding to the glare Four shot her, and continued, “Let me hop in and I’ll show you where to park where the cops won’t find you.”

　　Four gulped, grit his teeth, and nodded. “Hurry up, then!” he snapped. With a few deft twists of his hands, the hot wiring was complete and the car purred to life. The girl climbed in, sinking back into the seat leisurely. She popped another gum bubble as Four pulled away from the street-side parking and zipped down the road.

　　The girl kicked her feet up on the dashboard after a few blocks and Four took a moment to look her over. She had a curly bob of blond hair with a red headband and wore a black leather jacket over a swing dress cinched with a wide belt and a large, rectangular buckle. The shoes pressed against the glove box were flamboyant leopard-print high tops, she wore fishnet stockings, and her hands were clad in fingerless gloves, one index finger idly twirling a lock of hair. She was a garish sight next to his plain white shirt and blue jeans.

　　“So where’s this supposed hiding spot?” Four asked, eyes darting back to the roads of downtown San Diego.

　　“Around back of Joannie’s soda shop,” the girl said. “Take a left here.” As Four swung the Cadillac around the corner, the girl nudged the radio with the toe of her shoe, turning it on. “You know what stations play rock and roll in this town?”

　　Four twisted the tuner knob a few times and turned up the volume, keeping it just quiet enough to talk over. “You’re not from the area, then.”

　　“I’m from all over,” the girl said. “And I never stay long enough to remember the stations.”

　　“How do you know about this soda joint, then?” Four asked.

　　“First place I blew into,” the girl said.

　　They pulled up to a red light, and after a few seconds, a cop car pulled up in the lane next to them. Four’s mouth pulled into a thin line and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. The girl glanced between him and the cops, blowing another casual bubble.

　　“Relax,” the girl said to Four. “Me and my friends never get caught.”

　　“That’d be great, if I was your friend,” Four said out of the corner of his mouth.

　　“Aren’t you?”

　　The traffic light turned green and the cop car sped off. Four sighed with relief, and the girl winked at him.

　　“Told you,” the girl said.

　　Joannie’s was crowned by a neon crescent moon, unlit yet at this time of day. Four cast an uninterested glance over the checkerboard panel exterior and dead lawn as he pulled the Cadillac into one of the parking spots. He left it running as he climbed out, trying to ignore the girl calling after him as he walked toward a bus stop.

　　“You’re not gonna come in for a soda?” the girl said.

　　Four kept walking until he got to the bench by the bus stop sign. He jumped when the girl reappeared next to him. “You already ruined my plans,” Four said, glaring down at her. Standing, he was at least a head taller than her, all elbows and knees like the Walter men before him. Like his father and uncle. “I’m not hanging around to get caught.”

　　“You want to go home?” The girl popped her bubblegum.

　　Four narrowed his eyes at her. “Why wouldn’t I?”

　　“You seem like you got a lot on your mind. Most people got home problems, anyway. Ain’t a stretch.”

　　Four scoffed and glanced at the bus sign. This part of town was unfamiliar to him, and there wasn’t a route schedule posted. It might take a long time to get home, if he even could from this stop. He had emergency change in his pocket to call home on a pay phone, but the earful he’d get from Uncle Peter…

　　“Fine. One soda. I need to ask about the bus, anyway,” Four grumbled as he turned and walked with the girl back to Joannie’s. “But don’t think you’re getting my sob story just like that. I’m entitled to my privacy.”

　　“... And they never even arrested the guy!” Four snapped. The table at their booth was littered with paper napkins and empty glasses; the wait for the bus had turned into several sodas worth of chiding and needling from the girl, until Four found himself spilling his guts. “This bastard killed my dad and my brother-in-law, and all he suffered was a bum arm. I wish I could wring his neck myself!”

　　Four’s jaw snapped closed, realizing what he was saying and how loudly. He glanced over at the diner counter, hoping the staff hadn’t heard him, only to turn back scowling as the girl laughed from the seat across from him.

　　“No one’s gonna listen in here, trust me,” the girl said. A ring on her finger clacked against the soda glass as she moved it idly on the table. “Joannie’s is confidential.”

　　“Right,” Four said skeptically. He scanned the room again, noting that they were the only patrons. On the diner counter sang a small, portable radio, its casing a minty green. “You sure ask for a lot of trust, given I don’t even know your name.”

　　“Don’t got one,” the girl said. “Don’t need it on the road.”

　　“Ha,” Four snorted. “Must be nice.”

　　“You don’t like your name?”

　　“I don’t--” Four hesitated. “It’s got a lot of baggage, y’know? I don’t even understand why my parents named me Fourth instead of my older brother. Mark was better prepared, he was older, he actually got to know Grandpappy before he died--” Not that it mattered, the thought crashed into Four’s mind. Not now that Mark’s dead, too. Four put a hand up to his eyes as he squeezed them close, fighting off the emotions that still bled in him.

　　The girl was quiet this time.

　　“Anyway,” Four said after a moment. “I’m not cut out to be the next great genius Walter, as much as my uncle wishes I was. I don’t have the knack for engineering like Dad did, and I’m not good at wrangling the robots like Wanda. I don’t… fit in to the grand scheme of things.”

　　“Yes, you do,” the girl said softly. “But wrangling robots isn’t your destiny.”

　　Four frowned and looked away, and as he did, he noticed how dark it had gotten outside. He turned to the clock on the wall, swore, and jumped up, emptying some of the change in his pockets onto the table.

　　“Look, thanks for listening, I guess. I’m a dead man if I miss the last bus. I gotta go,” Four said before rushing out the door, the hanging bell above it jangling. He tromped over the dead yellow grass that surrounded Joannie’s and stood next to the bus sign, folding his arms and hugging himself. It was silent out here, and with the sun long gone down it was getting cold.

　　Four sighed in relief when the bus, ten minutes late, appeared, headlights bright and casting over him like hungry eyes. As it came closer, a soft melody breezed over his shoulder. Four glanced back to see the girl sitting on the dead lawn some distance away, watching him, the radio from the diner counter sitting by her feet, the light of the neon moon catching her outline. They said no more to each other as Four climbed aboard the bus, though the voice from the radio haunted him to his seat.

　　“See the marketplace in old Algiers…Send me photographs and souvenirs…

　　As the bus pulled away, Four noticed something strange in the parking lot.

　　“Just remember, when a dream appears…”

　　The Cadillac was gone.

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　　February, 1954.

　　“Nice Chrysler,” the girl said. “You got a good eye for cars.”

　　Four slowly raised his head from the wires underneath the steering wheel, eyes narrowed. “You again.”

　　“Me,” the girl said.

　　It had been a full year since Four had seen the girl. He hadn’t gone out of his way to look for her, but every group of teens he saw on the town he glanced over for the strange outfit, the blond hair and red headband, even after weeks had passed and she’d have likely left town.

　　“Where have you been?” Four asked.

　　The girl popped her gum. “Colorado Springs, Vegas, Seattle, Salt Lake… ended up in New York state for a while.”

　　Four snorted. “You make tracks pretty well for a drifter. Where do you even get the cash?”

　　The girl shrugged. “None of your business. How many cars?”

　　Four was silent for a moment. Then: “Seven, since I last saw you. Got caught twice.” He paused again, looking down at the wires in his hands. “Uncle Peter is pretty tired of me. I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds out I’m still at it.”

　　“Let’s not push it, then,” the girl said, hopping into the passenger seat. Four shook his head, but didn’t argue. He finished the wiring job and let the car purr to life before putting a hand on the radio knob. He glanced at the girl.

　　“Joannie’s?” Four asked.

　　“Joannie’s,” the girl replied.

　　The girl told him to leave the car running after they parked. It was later in the day this time, and the crescent moon sign was just flickering to life as they entered Joannie’s diner. Four told the stoic soda jerk to start a tab; the girl just smiled and sat down at a booth.

　　“You gonna make that car disappear like you did last time?” Four asked over a pair of root beer floats. The girl lifted an eyebrow and wiped a smudge of whipped cream off her nose.

　　“Who said I made it disappear?” the girl asked.

　　“You did something,” Four said. “You’re way too suspicious to not be in on whatever is happening right now.”

　　“How’s your family?” The girl asked.

　　Four went quiet. “Why,” he said, face growing dark.

　　“I’m curious.”

　　“Why are you curious?” Four asked sharply. “What do you want from us? From me?”

　　The girl stirred her float for a moment. “You guys are a big deal, you know. A lot of power is wrapped up in your family’s hands.”

　　“And that’s of concern to you, why?” Four asked again. “Are you working for Becile?”

　　The girl made a face. “Eww, no. Never.”

　　“Then who--” Four’s jaw clicked shut as a patrol vehicle passed slowly by the window. He watched as the cops pulled into Joannie’s parking lot, got out of their own car, and checked the license plate on the stolen Chrysler. One of them glanced through the window, straight at Four, and did not see him. The other cop got behind the still-running Chrysler’s wheel, and together they drove off.

　　“What the hell,” Four muttered. He turned his head sharply to the girl. “What is with this place?” He asked, voice rising.

　　The girl shrunk a little. “Nothing’s with this place,” she said defensively. “It’s just a diner. A very regular, very average--”

　　The girl frowned as the door to Joannie’s opened.

　　“Oops,” the girl muttered.

　　A group of young men walked in, casting their eyes about. At the front of the pack was a taller man with slicked down red hair, squinting as he looked around. He ambled over to the counter with clearly fake ambivalence.

　　“Never seen this place before,” the red-haired leader said loudly, baiting the soda jerk. “You guys renovated real fast.”

　　Four narrowed his eyes. The soda jerk said nothing.

　　“You hear me, man?” The leader raised his voice. The soda jerk continued to stare at him, and the leader scoffed. “Some service.”

　　One of the lackeys nudged the leader’s shoulder, murmuring, “Hey, Freddy, look,” and pointing at the girl. She lowered in her seat, grimace stretching as Freddy whistled and swaggered their way.

　　“Well, hello, little lady,” Freddy said, leaning an arm on the back of the booth wall where Four was sitting, ignoring him. “You’re awful dolled up for a nowhere joint like this.”

　　Four’s eyes snapped from Freddy to the girl and back. “Buzz off,” he growled.

　　“Not talking to you, slim,” Freddy said without looking at Four. Instead, his eyes trailed from the slumped girl to the jukebox two booths down the wall. “How’s about I give you a nickel and you pick us out something to dance to, sugar?”

　　“Pick it out yourself,” the girl said tiredly, with an apologetic look at Four.

　　Freddy gasped in mock hurt and put a hand to his chest. “Well, if the lady insists,” he said, striding over to the jukebox and sneering at the selection. He pulled a coin out of his pocket while the rest of his gang seeped forward to block the exit, some of them snickering at the bristling Four and the girl. Freddy slid the coin into the player’s slot and punched in a number.

　　At the same moment, the girl closed her eyes.

　　The jukebox sparked.

　　Freddy was knocked off his feet as the jukebox boomed, air and heat shooting from its metal seams. Blue flames licked the casing as the gang scrambled away, two lackeys pulling their dazed leader along the floor. From within the machine came the crackling and popping of electronics frying, and the speakers groaned out melting lyrics:

　　“Vaya-yaa Con Dio-o-os, my darrrling, may G-God be withhhhh--I thought that I-I-I could hooold you, wh-what a fool I was to tryyy-- Must-must-must I forever beee aaa beggerrr whose g-golden dreams will not-not-not come trueeee--”

　　The girl shot up from the table and grabbed Four’s arm, pulling him out of his seat. “Go, go!” she said urgently, yanking him through the panicked crowd of wannabe tough guys. Four felt something on her hand digging into his skin, and as they fled Joannie’s he looked down and jerked to a standstill.

　　The girl let go, turning to him, and Four grabbed her wrist, holding up her hand. He stared at the ring on her finger, with its ornate ‘W’ seal.

　　“Where did you get this?” He hissed through his teeth, eyes wide, focused on the signet. “How did you get my father’s ring?”

　　The girl paused for a moment, then sighed. She smiled, again apologetic. “This wasn’t really how this was supposed to go,” she said.

　　Four kept his grip even as the girl began to lift off the ground. He breathed out in clouds as the temperature dropped around them. “What do you mean?” he asked. “What is all this?”

　　“Come find out!”

　　The girl kissed the tip of his nose, then in a blink, she was gone. Four was left staring at the space beyond where she had been. Far, far, far in the distance, so high in the sky as to look like one of the stars, shone the blue portal created at the moment of his father’s death.

　　---

　　June, 1955.

　　“How dare you!” Four seethed at his uncle’s back. “Selling us out is low enough, but to Becile?”

　　Wanda had been the one to break the news to Four, just minutes ago. Uncle Peter had made a deal with Ignatius Becile to secure funds for Walter Robotics-- but he was keeping most of the details under wraps. Four had immediately gone to confront his uncle, ignoring Wanda’s calls and the weary stares of the robots he passed along the way.

　　Uncle Peter continued to stare out the window, his hand tight on the head of his cane. “It was our last resort,” he said, not turning to face Four. “The banks have cut off our credit. People are suspicious of our products. The performing robots haven’t been able to play in your lifetime. I wasn’t going to stand by and let everything my father and brother built fade away.”

　　“And what did you give Becile, huh?” Four growled. “Blueprints? One of our robots? Hell, did you kiss him on the cheek after you were done pissing on Dad’s grave?”

　　“Enough!” Uncle Peter turned sharply then, roaring the word. He and Four glared at each other with steel in their eyes. “Enough, Peter,” he repeated. “You’ve had the last five years to step into your father’s shoes, and you turned away, again and again. Now, you care so much? When I know you don’t give a damn about continuing our family’s work? Then fine. Wanda will inherit after I’m gone, or Peter V should she abdicate. You are free to do whatever you want with yourself from here on. Satisfied?”

　　Four stared at Uncle Peter as he painfully lowered himself into his chair, gripping the arm of the seat with bone-white knuckles. He could hear his heartbeat growing louder and louder in his chest, and without another word Four turned and ran from the room.

　　Of all the wealth and potential his father had hoped to leave behind, this was what was left.

　　A legacy of rust.

　　Four fought back white hot tears as he stalked down the road, away from the featureless fields surrounding Walter Manor and to the closest bus stop. By the time the bus arrived he felt drained, his chest sore from his heartache. But he still climbed aboard, grabbing a route pamphlet as he dropped his coin in the fair box.

　　It would only take a few transfers to get where he wanted to go.

　　There was only the desolate husk of a building where Joannie’s had been.

　　Four let the bus trundle away as he stood at the stop, staring at the boards on the windows and the empty place where the moon sign had reigned. Part of him asked if he’d imagined those days with the drifting girl. Why had he thought she’d be here now of all times? Why did he wish she was?

　　Four heard the hum of a radio, far away. He turned his head toward it and saw, could swear he saw, a familiar skirt hem disappearing around the block corner. He ran after her, his first steps uneven staggers. But there was no one on the street beyond the corner. Just an ad for the army on a standing placard, sitting outside the building doors.

　　It wasn’t a pleasant option. It wouldn’t get him to space. But it would take him away from here for years, maybe forever, and nobody was here to beg him to stay.

　　Four stormed into the recruitment office and approached the front desk with heavy, determined strides.

　　“Where do I sign?”

　　---

　　March, 1962.

　　Cosmo would be launching in the next week. The program was loath to let Four leave the base, fearing something would happen to him that would throw the mission off schedule. But Four hadn’t been home since his uncle’s funeral in ‘56, and every night at the base he fought to sleep against the feeling of standing at a cliff’s edge, at a point of no return. If something went wrong up there, he’d die without a proper goodbye to his remaining family.

　　So he went back. Just for one weekend. Just to wander the maze-like halls and hear the robots chatter, to see how Five was growing into a young man while Wanda was still frozen in time. He ignored Norman to the extent he was able, and the Becile defector seemed only too happy to stay out of his way.

　　It was over so fast. Wanda hugged him at the door; Five shook his hand and gave him a cheeky salute as he passed him his luggage.

　　He was, allegedly, taking the first bus on the route back to the base. But according to the schedule on his absence documents, he would be gone for one more night.

　　“Joannie’s” was gone. But the girl was there, waiting for Four as he disembarked the bus.

　　“I had a feeling you’d be here,” Four said, letting the girl take his arm. “Do you only come to San Diego in the winter?”

　　“Hey, it’s practically spring this time,” the girl said, tugging Four down the sidewalk. “One last family visit before you head to space, right? How’s your nephew?”

　　“He’s smart as a damn whip,” Four chuckled. “Nice kid, but stubborn. Very sure of himself. I guess some teens are.”

　　“Doesn’t remind me of anyone,” the girl said, winking.

　　“Yeah, yeah,” Four said. “I told him to write to me, keep me updated. I’ve been out of the loop since Uncle Peter passed away; Wanda was never good about correspondence.”

　　The girl nodded, but said nothing. They walked in silence for a little while.

　　“We should drive out to the seaside,” the girl said abruptly. “Watch the sunset.”

　　Four hummed. “I’m not sure about the bus routes these days. I haven’t been back in a while.” He looked down at the girl-- still a head shorter than him-- and saw her expectant expression. “Oh. Hmm.”

　　They walked a little further, scoping out the cars parked along the street.

　　“That’s the one,” the girl said, slowing down and pointing to a familiar car. The glowing white Cadillac Eldorado was a decade out of style at this point, but this one was polished, spotless, not a dent or a rust spot on it.

　　Four eyed the Cadillac with hesitation. “If I get caught doing this,” he said. “I’ll be putting my whole career at risk. There’s no way I’ll be on Cosmo, that’s for sure.”

　　“But you want to,” the girl said, the words a statement of fact.

　　“I want to,” Four breathed.

　　Soon enough, they were speeding out of downtown, toward the curving road that hugged the coastline. The radio played some rock and roll song that Four didn’t pay attention to.

　　“So, who are you, really?” Four asked. “An angel?”

　　“Nothing so religious,” the girl said. “Just guidance.”

　　“And Joannie’s?”

　　“A little twist in perception. A tweak of the senses.”

　　Four hummed. “Not to be rude,” he said. “But you’re a little heavy handed on that angle. The whole thing was really weird, and I’m pretty sure those other guys weren’t supposed to see anything. Are you new at this or something?”

　　“So I’m a greenhorn. Sue me,” the girl said, sticking out her tongue at him. “What matters is getting you to space.”

　　“To the portal,” Four said.

　　“To the portal,” the girl agreed.

　　A minute passed.

　　“Can I ask you something?” Four broke the silence.

　　“Sure,” the girl said. “Shoot.”

　　“My dad isn’t there, right?” Four asked softly. “That’s not… that’s not what this is about. He’s dead. Whatever happens up there, it’s just the next step in something greater than any of us individual Walters.”

　　“I’m sorry,” the girl said. “I doubt knowing that’s true makes it any easier.”

　　“Yeah.” Four said. “It doesn’t.”

　　The sunset light bouncing off the ocean was so bright Four couldn’t look at it directly. Parked by a stony wall and a budding Coast Live Oak, the odd pair leaned against the Cadillac’s hood and watched the light slowly burn away.

　　“It’d be risky to drive this car back into town,” Four mused, when the sun was just an orange bump over a purple sea. “I think it’d be better if I walked to the next bus stop.”

　　“If the cops find you within walking distance of the car all the way out here,” the girl said. “They’ll put two and two together real quick.”

　　“You got a suggestion?” Four asked.

　　The girl smiled. “Put it in neutral.”

　　Together, they rolled the car to the ledge. Four slowed as the car’s fender hung over the edge, hesitating, running his hands over the car’s siding. His heart ached; he didn’t want to let go.

　　But it was time.

　　“Goodbye, dad,” Four whispered. And he looked at the girl with a grin. “Cheers to youth, hey?” he laughed.

　　The car fell into the sea,

　　and Four never came home again.

　　End

　　Songs referenced:

　　‘You Belong to Me’ - Jo Stafford

　　‘Vaya Con Dios’ - Anita O’Day

　　‘Ricochet’ - Teresa Brewer

　　‘Rags to Riches’ - Tony Bennett

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