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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Steve and Robin have been working at the plant nursery for months. It was the only job that would hire them both, and it's honestly been the best job they've had.

Steve loves taking care of the plants, loves the way the outdoor plants wave at him in the wind and sparkle in the sunlight after he's watered them. No one gives him weird looks when he talks to the plants because everyone that comes in understands, they're all plant people too, they know talking to plants is hard to resist. Steve loves that they are very good listeners, especially the ferns in the back corner of the nursery. They brush their long arms against Steve's cheek and make him feel so much better after he's finished dumping all his problems on the poor plant.

And then they get a new employee, a guy with long curly hair and too many tattoos and piercings for Steve to count. His name is Eddie. And he does not have a green thumb. Not at all.

Steve can't understand why the nursery hired this guy! He's hopeless!

Steve watches in horror from behind his beloved ferns as Eddie accidentally chops the head off one of the gorgeous rose blooms while pruning and then tries to hide the evidence. He walks away from the rose bush with the poor chopped off bloom clenched tightly in his fist and then he dumps it in the compost bin.

Steve spends the rest of the afternoon glaring at the new guy while talking to the poor rose bush. Eddie flushes a shade of red similar to the rose he murdered any time Steve looks at him, and Steve hates how pretty he looks, hates that it causes a small smile to pull at his lips.

And then Eddie drops a watering can on a peace lily, a peace lily that Steve spent weeks nurturing back to life and the spell Eddie put on him with his flushed cheeks and big, brown eyes is broken.

Robin pities the poor new guy, she can see he's struggling, so she just makes him do all the heavy lifting with her. She doesn't want him anywhere near Steve's precious plants. She saw Steve reach for his giant pruning shears a few days ago when Eddie went near his ferns.

"You know he's terrified of you." Robin says to Steve on their joint lunch break. They're sitting on a stack of soil bags watching Eddie potter around and show people the plants they're looking for. Steve will give him that, he's good with people. Really good.

"Why? I'm nice." Steve takes a bite of his sandwich and avoids Robin's stare. He knows she's giving him the 'don't bullshit me' stare and if he looks, he'll crumble and do something ridiculous like admit he has been kinda mean to the new guy and that he should have just helped him out from the start instead of threatening to chop his fingers off every time he touched Steve's plants.

Steve sighs. "OK, fine. I've been a dick." Robin nods and steals the last bite of Steve's sandwich.

"Now, make it right and play nice with the pretty boy."

"He's not pretty."

"That's not what you said to your precious ferns yesterday. I think you said –" Steve walks off before she can finish and ignores her laughter as he stalks over to where Eddie is crouched in front of the baby succulents.

Steve clears his throat to get his attention and the poor guy jumps in fright and nearly smacks a succulent off the stand. "Steve! Hi! I was just talking to them. I promise."

Steve stifles a laugh and sits down on the floor in front of the low plant stand. He gently pulls a dead leaf off one plant before offering Eddie a smile, a truce. "That's good. They like it when you talk to them. I actually sing to them when I'm here alone." His sudden gentleness must spook Eddie because he just blinks at Steve, his mouth open slightly as he stares in disbelief that Steve actually just spoke to him.

"You can sing?" Eddie sits down next to him and mirrors Steve's actions; gently pulling dead leaves off and checking the soil.

"No, I can't." He laughs. "But the plants don't seem to mind."

They sit in silence for a minute before Steve gathers up his small pile of dead leaves and stands up, Eddie follows suit. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick." Steve rushes out before he loses the courage to admit it. "It's just... you're awful with plants."

Eddie laughs, the sound catches Steve off guard and echoes around the nursery, and Steve realises in that moment that he's never heard Eddie laugh before. It's loud and beautiful and Steve wants to hear it again. Every day.

"I know. I don't have a green thumb at all, but this is the only job that would take me. I think the plants want me to quit."

Steve wanted him to quit. He'd grumbled to Robin about it nearly every day. Eddie knew that and he still stayed. He smiles at Steve in a way that says he doesn't mind, he's just teasing.

But Steve still feels like a total asshole.

"I could teach you how to look after them properly." Steve offers. "I should have offered to help weeks ago." He adds on quietly as they walk through the rows and rows of plants. Steve touches all of them gently, he grazes his fingers along their leaves in a friendly greeting.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." Eddie says with a smile so bright it could rival the sun and cause all of the flowers to bloom.

They spend nearly every day at work together after that. Steve helps Eddie learn all the plants' names, their technical names and the secret names Steve's given them all. Steve shows him how to prune and shape the baby hedges and tries not to blush when their fingers touch while passing over the shears. Eddie is a fast learner. He absorbs everything Steve says and then executes it perfectly. He looks over at Steve and smiles excitedly after he successfully prunes the rose bush without chopping a single bloom off.

The more time they spend together, the more Steve becomes aware of the feeling blooming in his chest. It tickles his ribs and causes him to blush and bump shoulders with Eddie more often, causes him to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Eddie's ear and brush his hand along Eddie’s back whenever he passes him.

The new bloom in his heart causes him to kiss Eddie in the back corner of the nursery behind the ferns.

Turns out Eddie has a green thumb after all because there is something so beautiful blooming between them, and so far only the ferns know about it.

#DID ANYONE SAY OVERPROTECTIVE PLANT DAD STEVE?!!!#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4 #robin buckley #I DIDN'T PROOF READ THIS I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE

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bonefall · 6 months

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This is a bit of a vague, broad request (so sorry about that!) but do you have any more info on the Dappletail extended family that hasn’t made it to our ears yet? Any masterposts about them or about individual cats like Darkstripe? I loved the Cricketclaw post a lot and I’d love to see more of these complicated goobers!

Sure! But it won't be comprehensive-- I need to make them a whole post like I did for the Dragonkin family over in RiverClan.

I've been calling them Dapplekin lately, but if we zoom out a little further, I've been calling the whole family the "Tawnyrain" line. I think we could call them Rainkin for the example here.

The Rainkin family descends from Rainfur and Tawnyspots. Tawnyspots is now the FATHER of Dappletail and Thrushpelt, bringing him in line with the statement that he was an old deputy when he retired.

Tawnyspots was an old friend of Sunstar. I imagine he also had a ton of apprentices, he was a responsible and nurturing kind of guy.

Rainfur was gorgeous. She was light golden with those lighter "dapple" stripes you see in Dappletail and her kits.

She is also where the humor came from. She loved the CORNIEST jokes. For some reason I just find it very funny that every cat in BB whose prefix is "Rain" gets a sense of humor.

Tawnyspots: "Hey Rainfur!! What did the tired honeysuckle say to the oak? Leaf me alone I'm bushed!"

Rainfur: (WHEEEEEZE)

The family gets the mane from Tawnyspots.

They were just NICE people, y'know? I think Bluestar looks back at them fondly, they were like the super sweet neighbors in the apartment next to you who would bring over extra food in old, stained tupperware.

And that extended to their kids. Dappletail and Thrushpelt are extremely meaningful to Bluestar, the both of them are sweet as overripe blackberries.

Dappletail has a really BAD case of resting bitchface. I channel a bond villain when I draw her or think of her voice.

She loves telling stories and explaining things, because she is good at it.

When Ravenkit and Dustkit's mother died and their uncle was extremely sick, and she'd just lost Featherkit and Darkstripe skeddadled with Graykit, she looked after them.

I think Ravenpaw's love of storytelling comes from her. Unfortunately though, she gave him a great power, as a kid he had a bad habit of Making Shit Up.

It definitely comes from Dappletail, who never says "I don't know." She will hypothesize, speculate, and seek answers, but doesn't use idk.

"Dappletail, where is the tunnelbun?"

"I saw it last shift, Graystripe had it. He probably took it."

Her kits all actually have the same biofather. I don't know who it is though, I imagine she met him after Rosetail told her a secret story about her honor sire in Chelford, but it might be a Clan cat. But he's monochrome gray; all of her kits are the same color as him.

THRUSHPELT meanwhile, ALSO a ball of sunshine,

I wrote a joke about him saying howdy ONCE and it became a core memory. Guy who says howdy.

Thistleclaw: "THIS IS ENGLAND WHY ARE YOU SAYING HOWDYYYY"

"Well howdy doody thistleclaw"

"AUUUGH"

He definitely says Hello in some weird way. Guy who answers the phone with Yellow. Man who says shucks unironically

And then surprises you by being one of ThunderClan's strongest fighters. If you swear in his good Christian Minecraft server he'll fucking gut you

Dappletail is not the stronger twin. Thushpelt is as thick as a twig but you get in a fight with him and you hear Dark Souls

That's part of why Bluestar could never allow ThunderClan to get taken over by Thistleclaw. The strongest fighter... goes on the front lines.

Moonflower was the strongest fighter too, once.

Unlike Dappletail, Thrushpelt also never needed to know the full story. Bluemoon ADORED him. If she was ever about to overshare for his sake, with the thought that he deserved to know, he would stop her.

"If I should know it, I will learn it in StarClan."

When Bluestar picked her first deputy, she knew it had to be him.

And he was a fantastic deputy, and a great uncle. Super supportive guy, calls you Sport and ruffles your mullet.

He got taken out a few weeks after Featherkit, which was devastating to Dappletail. She is comforted, however, by the idea that Thrushpelt can look after her.

I got into Cricketclaw and Darkstripe recently so I'll try not to repeat too much

Cricket and Dapple were actually extremely upset that Graystripe halted the fight over his kits.

Cricketclaw especially, she doesn't give a shit about Crookedstar and his sadness, she would have invited him to Cry About It, "MY nespring"

Dapple is 50% more diplomatic; "Silverstream is gone. Stormkit and Featherkit's family is here."

Feathertail's name makes them both Emotional, she actually has a tail pattern a lot like Dappletail's

On that note, yeah. They both did not want Featherpaw and Stormpaw to go back. They were both actually pretty upset about it

Cricketclaw got in a FIGHT with Mistyfoot for saying they could go home

How dare you even SUGGEST that actually, go back to the Clan that WANTED TO EXECUTE THEM???

I don't think Cricket could compose herself enough to say goodbye, and she was FURIOUS at Featherpaw for taking the offer. Her final words to them was probably just at Stormpaw alone;

"Don't let your sister decide your whole life for you. You'll always be OUR family."

I don't think Stormpaw actually appreciated it much. Stop making this harder! I know this is a bad idea! I have to be there for Featherpaw when this shit all goes south, god damn it!!

Dappletail and Graystripe are sad but supportive of the twins' choice. Cricketclaw is maaaad

And Stormfur and Feathertail... man

Feathertail sees the good in everything, to a fault. She believes it will all work out if we stick together, and that everything that happens is meant to be.

Stormfur does not agree

He watched his whole ass mentor get wasted, PARTIALLY by his uncle.

He saw people he thought where his friends watch his execution, some curious, some cheerful. All of them just watching.

People don't die clean. His blood didn't anoint the earth, it just gushed and choked. There's no such thing as a noble murder

Everyone rejects the Dishonor Title they gave Stonefur, saying that Tigerstar was not ordained by StarClan.

Stormfur doesn't see how that matters. The stars watched, too.

It was Deerfoot, Swansong, Jaggedtooth, Wetfoot, Mosspelt, and others who saved him... and it was normal cats, just like them, who built the Bonehill

So again; what does it matter that Tigerstar wasn't given the authority by StarClan to change his name?

His mentor was named Heartworm. And that is the only angel he prays to.

If they hadn't gone back to RiverClan, Feathertail never would have been chosen for the journey. Never would have died.

And the destruction of the Forest killed his family in ThunderClan. Devastated them. Even Graystripe was taken.

So when Leopardstar nodded at the "sign" Mothwing claimed she saw, when RiverClan hardened in TNP, and when it kicked out the pawful of Tribe cats who had come to help these ingrates get set up in a new territory...

He was done with Clan Culture. There was nothing left here, for him.

I don't even plan for him to be in love with Brook yet, going to the Tribe was about getting the fuck away from all this.

Yes Feathertail's grave is there too, but I think his feelings are super complicated.

Cricketclaw was right, he let her decide his life, and because of her he didn't get to say goodbye to his family. He would have been in ThunderClan, maybe even been able to save some of them.

At the Tribe, he lives in the Cave Ward. The least populated ward, and practically a temple-town.

At first he thought he would be more of a hunter, but he quickly learned he really doesn't like how you hunt in the highlands. It's a VERY leggy activity, lots of hiking, running, coordination. It was different than he expected.

Anyway I'll stop there because I could write an SE on how Stormfur adjusts after his immigration and I would actually be interested in doing it. Like, really take the chance to show how the BB!Tribe works and explore the feelings of moving to a new place.

It's a theme that's personal to me as a writer tbh.

Graystripe meanwhile... he never gets over Silverstream. Not even with Millie. I don't think he realizes it, but he really is always looking for the glimpse of himself in a happier timeline

And boy oh boy does it fuck up his next litter.

I've spoken about them all before and I plan to collect it all in one place at some point, but briefly,

Graystripe can't ever take a side when Millie treats Briarlight poorly, and just ends up enabling Millie's ableism

Millie is frantic over Briarpaw's injury, and says some AWFUL things right to her face, making the entire situation about herself

But Graystripe will be like, "your mother says things she doesn't mean :( she loves you, you know"

He can't deal with the possibility of losing Millie, too. Or any of his kids. It's something that Briarlight and Blossomfall come to realize, with time and wisdom.

Bumblestripe meanwhile... he's not really smart enough to ever realize that. He just keeps breaking himself on trying to get Graystripe to see him

But Gray is ALWAYS seeing his first litter, and comparing them. No milestone goes by where he's not cheerfully bringing up some story of how their older siblings were, how he wishes they could see them.

That's where he goes, in the end. After extreme carnage from the Impostor, Graystripe decided that he wanted to spend the last of his life with Stormfur in the mountain.

(Graystripe's Vow is now Ferncloud's Parting, FERNCLOUD is gonna go confront her brother)

Thankfully, Briarlight had her mentor Honeysnake to help her realize her worth... but Blossomfall and Bumblestripe meander for meaning into really toxic, dangerous places for their whole lives.

Blossomfall trains in the Dark Forest because she feels so alienated and disconnected from the Clan at large, only stopping in the BOTTE in the last wave when she faces up against Briarlight

She confronts Briar, and she just... cocks her eyebrow. "ILL END YOU" "no you won't."

Squirrelflight actually tried to tell Bramblestar to make an exception with his Dishonor Titles for the DF trainees, realizing that that Blossomfall's problem was alienation.

She wanted Blossomfall to be put into a Secondary Apprenticeship, specifically for the Construction Patrol since Dustpelt was killed. Something where she'd see her work pay off, and she'd be helping to take care of the Clan.

But Bramblestar rejected it, because it would be unfair. If everyone else is getting Dishonor Titles she will get one too; she shouldn't be REWARDED for what she did. It's a punishment.

So she was Shredbloom for a while. None of her problems were addressed and she ended up joining The Kin later, eventually being rescued by Heathertail and her plan.

Returning to ThunderClan was on her family's vouch, bringing the kits she'd given birth to in The Kin with her, and she was on THIN ICE

She mouthed off at the Impostor in typical Blossomfall fashion once, early in his reign, and she got hit with a DEVASTATING second Dishonor Title; Clearface.

"Because it would be better off if we could see right through her."

Bumblestripe became one of the Impostor's favorite lackeys, exploiting his failed relationship and resentment of Dovewing

Briarlight was murdered in the dog attack that Sparkpelt barely survived, and Stemleaf is killed in the assassination attempt on the Impostor.

Bumblestripe accompanies the old people, Ferncloud, Cloudtail, and Graystripe, during Ferncloud's Parting. He says goodbye to his dad in the mountain, and finally meets the Famous Stormfur...

And learns that he's just some fucking guy.

You live your whole life trying to hold up to this standard of a distant, unknown brother in the mountains, and then you learn he was Just A Dude all along.

He went further south with Cloudtail and Ferncloud too, to make sure they were safe. They are old and it is a long journey.

And that's where they all are to the current point of BB! In ThunderClan, the active Rainkin Family is Bumblestripe, Blossomfall, Plumstone, and Shellfur, and all of them want to support Spotfur as she raises Stemleaf's children.

They refer to themselves as "Graykin" currently; their last relevant ancestor. In Clan Culture, families tend to split at a grandparent or great-grandparent.

#Rainkin #Dapplekin #Graykin #Better bones au

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gilyoungroach · 2 months

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(screenshot because im dumb lols thank u smmm @soulreapin )

Keith hated missions on humid planets. Especially ones with environments similar to that of Earth's jungles. Sure, he lived in the desert for most of his life, but the desert air was light and dry on most days. Jungles on the other hand were sweaty and moist, the atmosphere weighing heavier than he could bear.

He extended his bayard towards a bush of foliage as he heard a loud groan behind him. It was obvious who it was as he was alone with the last person he'd ever want to be trapped in a moist forest doing physical labor along side.

"I'm dying over hereeee!" The paladin moaned as he dragged his feet through overgrown roots.

Keith snarled in his direction, "We have no choice Lance, just get over it." He felt the same way as the boy, the thick atmosphere really getting to him and pulling at his last strands of patience.

"Keith why can't we go back and play it off as if we came up short!"

"Because this is a mission. Now, help me cut through these damn bushes."

Keith turned back towards the plants that were oozing strange goo more and more with each swipe of his blade. He could pick up small mutterings from behind him--most likely Lance mocking him.

Shoving his arm under a large leaf, parting it to the side he took a step forward but paused when he heard Lance take in a large breath.

"Shiro said to keep our armor on." He reminded sternly, turning to look back at the blue paladin.

Lance groaned as he dropped his helmet to his side, arms resting on his hips. "Can't you give me a break? I'm suffocating in this thing!"

Keith furrowed his brows at how disobedient Lance was being. He could ruin the entire mission with how selfishly reckless he was acting. It wasn't like he was the only one dying. All of the paladins were parted throughout the alien jungle, searching for a strange mineral that the citizens swore was enchanted.

"That's too bad. Put it back on bef-" His scolding was interrupted by a loud yelp.

Lance clapped his gloved hand on the back of his neck as he dropped down to his knees, bayard falling to the floor as well.

"Lance! You idiot what's wrong!?" Keith moved away from the plant he was stabbing, kneeling to Lance's side. The boy had he head dropped down as he groaned.

"I- I don't...something bit.."

Keith resisted the urge to slap himself in the face in annoyance, overwhelmed by concern for the fallen paladin.

"Shiro! Lance was bit by something get over here!" He spoke into the coms, voice filled with worry.

It took a few moments before Shiro's voice buzzed back. "That child..I told you guys to keep your armor on! I'm on my way over with Pidge."

Keith grabbed Lance by his shoulders. "The others are coming. Does it hurt?" The boy didn't respond so he continued, "Lance!" He shook his body.

"Quit shaking me.." Lance looked up at his worried face. "I'm.."

Lance's eyes went from slack to splaying as wide as physically possible. There was a purple trace to his dark brown eyes. Keith waited for him to continue speaking but he just stared as if Keith's face was the only thing left in the world.

"Lance?" Keith spoke, "Are you there?"

Lance visibly gulped as he raised a hand to Keith's face. He wanted to shift away but something in his chest kept him grounded.

"Keith.."

"Lance?"

Lance leaned forward as he let out raspily, "I wanna kiss you." His eyes flitted down to Keith's lips.

Keith's eyebrows shot to his hairline, now painfully aware of their lack of proximity and Lance's burning palm on his cheek. The boy's proclamation left him speechless, and yet he didn't pull away, as if he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life.

He knew deep down he would have swapped spit with Lance at that moment, in the humid alien jungle. He would have thrown his helmet off completely disregarding the possible dangers; He would have done it if it wasn't for the sudden voices from the other paladins' interruption.

"Keith! Lance!" Shiro's voice rang from behind them, and Keith shoved the suddenly love stricken boy away with a careless amount of force.

"What's wrong with Lance?" Pidges question directed all of the paladins' gaze towards the boy who was sprawled out on the floor.

"I don't know.." Keith answered, the blush conquering his face hidden by his helmet.

Shiro squatted down by Lance, lifting him up by the shoulders. "Where was he bitten?" He asked, not looking away from Lance.

Lance on the other hand, was staring at Keith. Their eyes meeting the moment he sat up.

"Earth to Keith..." Pidge spoke, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Oh, he had his hand covering the left side of his neck."

Shiro nodded, investigating the bite. It was a glowing purple, a concerning color for a wound as it could be the sign of a strange alien venom. "We should get him to the castle. Maybe Coran knows what it is." He said as he lifted Lance up, arm over his shoulder.

Lance, ignoring Shiro's aid, threw himself towards Keith like a damsel in distress. All of the paladins had the same reaction--utter confusion.

"Okay, what the fuck?" Pidge spoke first as she watched Lance basically koala himself onto the brooding teen.

Keith sputtered out a response as he held Lance in his arms. "I don't know he's been acting like this since he got bit.." As if Lance acting like this wasn't enough, him acting like this in front of all of their friends.

After many unsuccessful attempts at prying Lance off of Keith, many of which almost ended in someone getting bit, they decided it was best to leave Lance draped over him.

They walked back in silence--well almost silence, because the entire treck back to the castle consisted in Lance whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"You're skin is so pretty I wanna bite it.."

"Thanks." Keith coughed out.

"I wanna hold your hands, I love your hands they're so large and your fingers are so long..I wanna see them-"

"Lance." Keith sputtered, face growing hotter with each comment.

Pidge stared back at them in disgust and a twinge of the urge to puke everywhere. "What kind of bug even does this?"

"It's a love bug!' Coran spoke enthusiastically.

The paladins were sitting at a table waiting for Coran's deduction--most at least. Lance sat in Keith's lap, arms slung desperately over his shoulders. They had left their armor in their hangers, so Keith's red face was left mercilessly on show.

Shiro eyed him with pity, "How long until the effects wear off?"

"That my dear paladins, I cannot answer."

"Why not!?" Keith spat out, his heart rushing faster at the idea of Lance being in love with him for an unknown amount of time, even more so because he had found himself almost liking the new affection.

"Yea! Why not!?" Lance yelled as well, most likely not understanding at all but following whatever Keith had said.

Coran sighed, "The Love Bug changes from plantary system to planatary system, there's no rhyme or reason behind their attributes. We'll unfortunately have to wait."

"So we're waiting until bite to wears off or until Keith dies of embrassment?" Pidge joked, "My votes are on Keith's early demise."

She glanced at Hunk, waiting for him to join in on the lighthearted poking, but instead, his eyes were focused on the blue paladin that was struck by an alien's cupid arrow. His face was cringing painfully with each move Lance made on Keith, as if a guilt was punching him in the gut.

Lance reached a hand up to Keith's jaw, pushing it to face him. "Where are you looking? I'm over here handsome." He purred with a smirked.

Keith felt like puking, not because he was disgusted but because Lance's entire being, every gesture, every love struck smirk, every dilation of his pupil once Keith made eye contact with him, was causing his stomach to flip and flood with butterflies.

"Lance you-"

The love struck boy suddenly craned his face up, landing a huge smooch on Keith's chin, and then another on his cheek.

If smoke could physically burst from his ears, it would have with how much heat Keith's face was producing. His brain spun uselessly as he let Lance pepper more and more small kisses on his face and neck.

"Lance!" Shiro yelled, pushing up from his chair. Pidge started dying with laughter, and to her left, Hunk let out the loudest, stressfilled sigh a human could possibly produce.

Quarantine hadn't boded well. They had all mutually agreed to lock Lance in his room until the bug's venom left his system, but it resulted in him wailing for Keith as he pounded and clawed at his bedroom door. It would have been cruel to leave him alone any longer, and with Keith's consent, he was let free.

But Keith was gravely reconsidering the decision as the moment he was out, he latched onto his arm, whispering drunk words once again.

Keith retreated to the training area. He couldn't stand the other paladins watching Lance act like an idiot, especially when Keith was the victim of his idiocy.

"I want to touch you again, please." He begged from his spot on the training deck floor. Keith had forced him to sit down a few hours ago as he set up.

Keith almost got stabbed in the stomach, completely thrown off guard by Lance's pleas. "Lance you can't say that when I'm training. You can't say that ever!" He snarled as he sliced into the metallic abdomin of the training bot, it decomposed into a hologram as the castle announced the next stage.

"But I love you!"

The robots acended from the floor as Keith held his sword firmly, his grip tightening til his fingers turned white. "Lance. Shut up."

"I can't help the way I feel!"

'Yea, because of that damn poison,' he thought in response, charging at the attack simulation.

"Please I just wanna feel your lips on mine! I wanna hold your hand, and hug your waist until the end of time! I wanna-"

"Lance." Keith spoke with ragged breaths, his face covered with an embarrassing red, "Please, shut up."

The castles automated voice silenced Lance's light footsteps, Keith hadn't even realized Lance was walking towards him until he felt warm lips on the back of his neck, revealed by his tied up hair.

A strange concoction of mirth and anxiety shivered up his spine as he spun around to face Lance. "You- I- Stop doing that!" He cupped the back of his sweaty neck that was tingling from Lance's touch.

The night didn't go well either. Once again, putting Lance in his room caused a tantrum and destruction so alternatively, Keith let him spend the night it his room.

Another decision that he regretted as the monent he slipped into bed, Lance jumped in with him, arms circling his waist. "Lance, I told you to sleep on the floor."

"How can I sleep so far away from you? It physically wounds me to be apart when you're within my reach."

"..Whatever." He huffed out, shoving his blushing face into his pillow.

Lance pulled their bodies closer together, shoving his face into Keith's slightly damp hair. (He had also asked to take a shower together, but Keith fervently refused the offer) His arms enclosed him, hands teasing the hem of his shirt. Keith felt a scream bubble in his throat but he swallowed it down.

"Sweet dreams my samurai.." Lance spoke with a soft voice as he put his lips on his shoulder one final time before passing out.

Keith, on the other hand, remained awake the entire night, staring at his dark wall until his eyes unfocused. Consciously aware of every movement the boy behind him was making, every breath that hit his nape, every sleeping nuzzle into his hair.

How could he sleep when a man he apparently is criminally attracted to was glued to his back?

The morning came both too soon and took way too long to approach. Keith's eyes throbbed from the lack of sleep, but all the pain went numb when he heard a small grunt from behind him. Lance rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"What..." He slowly grumbled out, his voice a thousand octives deeper from drowsiness. His hands slowly came down from rubbing his face as he eyes shot open, head craning painfully slowly to Keith. "I-"

Keith shoved him off the bed, face red as a tomato. He winced when he heard a loud thump as Lance made contact with the floor.

"Ugh....Keith! What the hell man!?"

He was obviously back to normal.

"Why am I-" He was about to ask but suddenly interrupted himself, "Oh my god..."

Keith watched his slow approach to realization from atop his bed. His face grew even redder as the boy came to remember his mistakes from the past day.

"Keith, oh my god..." Lance's face was matching pigment of blood rushing red, his hands coming up to cover his features. "Fuck oh my god I'm- I'm so sorry."

Keith didn't know how to react. Cry? Laugh? Punch him in the face? All of the above?

Lance stood to his feet as he started pacing around the small room. "Shit. Fuck. Jesus.."

If Shiro was in the room he would have told him to watch his language, but he wasn't. It was just Keith and Lance, alone, left to deal with the aftermath of a strange love potion.

"I don't know what came over me, I just saw you and felt all of my urges lose rationality, the need to hold you, kiss you, touch you, they just exploded! Fuck I didn't mean to, I know you wanted none of that I'm so sorry. You can punch me if you want, actually you don't even need to I'll just eject myself into space-"

"Lance. It's...It's okay." Keith interrupted his spiraling rant, "I didn't...I didn't even hate it...that much.." He admitted, hiding his face with his gloved hand.

"You- I-"

"I'm saying I like you idiot. If anyone should be sorry it's me. I- I took advantage of you when you couldn't even control yourself..." Keith replied, ashamed of his actions.

Lance walked towards him, caging him between his arms as he pointed a long finger back and forth between them. "You. Me. You-"

"I'm sorry.."

Lance laughed, eyes scarily wide open as he tugged on Keith's shirt, connecting their lips together, "I- Fuck I like you too.."

Keith let out a laugh in utter disbelief. "What?"

"I've liked you since I saw that shitty mullet at the Garrison." He laughed again, physically on cloud nine.

"Kiss me again, do it before I throw you." Keith grinned, and before he could continue Lance tackled him, lips crashing into eachother.

The End byebye

>3<

#klance #love bug au? in 2024? I think yes #vld

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starlightshadowsworld · 8 months

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Leo: tells a joke

Everyone: laughs

Jason: I've got one.

Leo: Yeah? Go for it man.

Jason: pause well... I don't remember the beginning but the punchline is "leaf me alone, I am bushed."

Everyone:...

Jason: looks down Lupa tells it better.

Leo: Doesn't want him to feel bad The Wolf Goddess tells jokes?

Jason: nods Yeah, she was in a dream I had in Camp Half-blood. Said I would the Camps "saving grace"

Leo: snorts okay no one is allowed to say my jokes are bad when THAT exists.

Frank: Debatable.

Jason: Right! huffs she thinks it hilarious, used to say it all the time.

Percy: Man I wish she told bad jokes with me.

Jason: What just Lupa Impression Perseus you will sea-ce this right now.

Leo: Wow, Jase I'm impressed.

Percy: amused That's gonna be in my nightmares tonight.

Jason: Oh... Sorry.

Percy: Nah your good.

Jason: Okay, if your sure.

Frank: Lupa being a jokester is not the take I expected today.

Jason: I mean I prefer the jokes to her threathing to rip my throat out cos I slept in and missed training shakes his head.

Everyone:....stares at him

Jason: What? Do I have something on my face?

#Jason still learning how to people #Yes that line is from avatar #jason grace #heroes of olympus #frank zhang #leo valdez #percy jackson #Jokes are hard

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florestmoon · 2 years

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Such a strange girl. (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Two of Hawkin’s branded Freaks form a friendship. Who can say they were surprised ? Eddie finds himself drawn to your personality and falls deeper as you make a place in his life.

Warnings: Reader is plus size/chubby because I said so. Mentions of a dead frog. lots of fluff to make up for my last fic ((: kinda all over the place lol

A/N: reader is inspired by Misty Day and Luna Lovegood because they are both INFPs in my heart, and those are my favorite type of people as I am one too. Also, let’s act like that dissection of frog lesson happens in high school instead of middle school ooook? Thank you and enjoy <3

Yes the title is inspired by The Perfect Girl by Mareux despite it not going with the aesthetic

“And you sure this is 15 grams?” The blonde pothead eyes Eddie suspiciously as he shook the baggy in between his fingers. Eddie’s innocent smile meeting that suspicion as he leaned himself against the wooden picnic table.

“Yeah, man. You can measure yourself if ya want.” He states simply, leaning his chin against his palm as he watched his customer continue to inspect the weed. He let out a grunt as his patience started to wear thin, “Are you going to pay me or not? You can always find some-”

“Fine.” A few 20 dollar bills were shoved into his hands. Eddie nodding at the pothead which he scoffed in return before walked away, leaving him alone in the woods that wrapped around Hawkins high.

“sucker.” Eddie snorts, pocketing the money for the weed he overcharged for. The pothead was an old customer who has screwed him over a few times, so he didn’t feel too bad for increasing his prices. He shuts the black metal lunchbox shut and jumps off the table.

He stretches out, pulling his arms above his head. The warmth of the sun kissing his skin in return when he looks up at the sky. He had half the mind to stay in his safe spot in the trees but figured Dustin would talk his ear off for missing lunch and his ideas for the next campaign.

That kid never gave him a break.it seemed although he was latched onto his side any change he got during school hours, finding him between class period or their breaks. He would go as far to ask for a few rides. Eddie didn't actually feel too annoyed at him. His amusement and pride at being looked up too by the new freshman made his days in Hawkins a little better.

Only a little bit.

Lunchbox rattling its items as he swings it beside him, Eddie makes his way through the woods. Taking slow steps to draw out the time before he has to walk in that crowded cafeteria.

Rustling off to the side catches his attention, tearing his tired gaze from a squirrel off the distance towards another secluded area that was rid of any trees. It was adorned with bushes and another picnic bench. There was a knitted bag discarded on top.

He made way towards the table, eying the bag before looking back at the bushes that were slightly shaking just moments before. He stares, not willing to get any closer because he’s seen enough horror movies to know that is the stupidest idea one could make and Eddie was not going to be the first kill in Hawkin’s encounter with a serial killer-

He had got distracted by his inner monologue when your figure suddenly pushing the leafs apart to step out had caught him by surprise.

“Jesus Christ!!” He yells as he trips backward, catching himself before he could fall on his ass. You stood up blinking owlishly at him before dusting off your long skirt. Picking off some sticks that had gotten stuck into the threads of the fabric, and leaves off the end of your hair. The actions so eerily calm and calculated as though you didn’t notice the panic expression on eddie’s face.

“Uh..” he struggles when you busied yourself with fixing your clothes. His voice catching your attention and your eyes finally gazing up at him again questionly. “. You nearly gave me a heart attack?”

“Oh I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You tilt your head at him.

“No, its ..it's um, it’s fine ?” He cleared his throat and crossed his arms across his chest and mimicked the tilt of your head with his own. Squinting his eyes at you, quickly taking in your appearance.

Black knitted cami top with a white see through bell sleeve top that showed off your soft arms. A brown long skirt with different patterns hugged your wider hips and tummy, the material becoming flowy just below your thighs and would have been touching the floor were it not for your multi colored clog low heels.

He recognized you immediately. He seen you around school between classes in the hallway. Your lockers were across from each other and he often found himself admiring the mismatched colors of your outfits. While he liked his monochrome clothes that filled his closet, he could appreciate your choice. It was cute.

You sat in the back in science class, often humming to yourself as you stared off out the windows while the teacher droned on and on about whatever lesson was placed that day. You were always scolded for your daydreaming but you never seemed bothered. Always smiling sweetly at the teacher and urging him to continue.

Everyone knew you were different. The same way many branded Eddie and his friends as freaks because of their choice of music and hobbies that surrounded a fantasy game. You were the weird girl of Hawkins.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out like that on me.” he finally speaks again to snap him out of his staring. “Are you okay? Did you fall in there?”

“Nope.” You pop your lips as you move past him with a disappointed sigh. “I was looking for mushrooms.”

“Oh cool…” he pauses, “mushrooms?”

“Mhm. But it seems there aren't any in this part of the woods.” You frown as you circle slowly to look around you, focusing on some roots of the trees a bit ahead. “Little guys are hiding from me.”

Eddie followed your movements with a turn of his eyes, dropping his hands from their crossed position to lean against the table. Knocking his one of his ring knuckles on the edge. “Aren’t you suppose to not be touching random mushrooms, I ate one when I was 8 years old and was sent to the hospital.”

“You must have eaten a death cap, or a podostroma!” You beam and looks towards him in curiosity. “There are a few poisonous ones, but there are many more that are safe. Even edible.”

You walk towards him taking him in. “Those that I named can kill you, so it’s a surprise you survived that.”

“Yeah well, my dad probably would have been happier of that outcome than the hospital bill.” He chuckles before nearly grimacing at the darkness of the joke. He had a habit of using dark humor to deal with his past trauma. It helped him get better at dealing with his emotions, along with joking at his bullies to make their teasing a little easier to handle. He forgot that you may not react in a way his other friends do to his jokes, but when he looked back at you, you were surveying him amusingly.

“Oh I understand. I had my fair share of hospital visits. One time I got a broken arm from falling off a tree.” You grab your knitted bag and pull it over your shoulders. “Daddy didn't believe when I told him a fairy chased me out of it’s home.”

Eddie couldn't stop the bark of laughter that erupted from the unusual statement. Not to make fun of you or doubt you, just a little on the latter, but because how sincere you sounded. Your eyebrows furrowed as though it was vivid memory that you knew was true.

“I’m on the fairy’s side,” he grins at you after a moment. “Not cool to trespass on someone’s pad man.”

You shrug, beginning to walk away from him and forcing Eddie to hastily grab his lunchbox and catch up to walk beside you. “That’s true. I apologized by putting honey in a jar by the tree when I came back. They like sweets.”

“Is that so?” You hum as an answer him and look ahead at the many students that were playing a game of soccer out on the field that connected with the entry to the woods.

“Interesting..” he mumbles to himself, allowing to believe the fantasies you seemed to be confident in. Who was he to say anything when his own favorite game was build on it? Before he could try to keep the conversation flowing, building the courage to even ask your name despite already knowing it, you gasped and ran ahead towards a tree that was at the end of the tree line.

You bend down to look at a few white mushrooms that sprouted from the tree, tucked between the large roots surrounded by dirt. You touched the top of them gently and whispered. “Hey little guys.”

You took out a small pocket knife and carefully cut the ends of a few. Standing back up, you turned towards Eddie who was watching you with curious eyes, and grabbed his wrist to turn his hand palms up.

“Oh-”

“Nature’s candy!” You smile as you drop the mushrooms in his hands. “These you can eat. No hospital visits.”

Eddie barely glances at the mushrooms, staring at you when you close his fingers over the mushrooms carefully and look up at him. “I promise these will taste better.”

“Oh o-okay,” he gulps and breaks the eye contact to look down at your fingers over his. “Thanks.”

You nod happily and pull away, much to his dismay. He missed the touch already. The bell ringing snaps your attention back to the school building and sigh dreamily. “We missed the pudding they gave out at lunch today. Oh well.”

With a shrug, you walk away and begin making your way across the field. Eddie follows close behind, playing with the mushroom in hand as he watches the back of your head.

Eddie was not in fact happy that someone asked to meet up in the woods again the next day during lunch. He was not happy at the idea of walking the same path to find the secluded area that he met you 24 hours prior. And he definitely was not happy to see you sitting with your legs criss crossed on top of the wooden table. Hands placed beside you and holding your body as you lean backwards, head tilted up towards the sky with your eyes closed.

Your hair spread flowing down your exposed shoulders and he was not staring by a tree like a creep. You tilt your head towards him, a few strands brushing off your shoulder. Eyes staying close as you regard him. “Hi Eddie.”

Shit.

He coughs onto his hand and ignores the flush that threatens to take over the back of his neck. “Shit, ha. Yeah, how’d you even know I was there?” He laughs nervously as he placed his hands in his jackets pockets and walks towards your relaxed figure. You were wearing a white sun dress with boots.

“I saw you walking towards where you always deal.” You say nonchalantly, “did you try the mushroom?”

“Yeah,” he gotten high and shoved the full thing in his mouth, gagging at the dryness and realize he was stupid enough to not even cook it or do something different with it. “It tasted amazing. 10/10, I think i’m going to become vegan and just eat whatever I can find in these woods.”

Your relaxed lips tug at the corner into an amused smile, “don't do that. It’ll get boring.” Eyes finally opening to look at Eddie who had sat himself on the bench below you. Hands grasp together as he looks up at you.

“You always spend your lunch here alone?” Eddie asks, leaning his cheek on his palm and tapping his fingers on his cheek. “I never really seen you eat in the cafeteria.”

You leaned forward and kicked your legs out, admiring your boots. “I like being out in the sun. We only get a few days of sun this week before fall comes around.” You brush a stick off the table with the tip of your boot. “So I want to get some of its energy before it’s gone.”

“Besides, there’s not many tables left for me to sit.”

Eddie hums along to what you say, listening to the smoothness of your voice as you talk. You spoke so delicately, as though you wanted to draw out what you were saying, not caring to rush. He wants to listen to you talk all day. “You should sit with us, with Hellfire.”

“Hellfire?” You question. “What’s that?”

Eddie stands up with purpose, allowing his smile that shows his dimples to spread across his face. He kicks his leg up as he spins in a half circle and faces you. “Only one of Hawkins best club to date, where we play the fantasy game that has so many parents holding their children in fear-” he makes show of holding his arm to his chest, “- that they’ll be corrupted next by its ugly claws.”

You giggle as he makes a face of horror before he leans forward and places both arms by your sides. Leveling his face with yours. “Played dnd before?”

You shake your head. He smiles at that, “well it’s pretty fun. At least I try to make it fun in my campaigns.” He pulls away, blushing slightly at the fact he may have invaded your space.

“I’ve heard about it before. It has dragons in it right?” You ask, voice peaking with curiosity. “And elves?”

Eddie nods, bringing his hair in front of his mouth as he smiles down at you. “Yeah, but that’s not even the best thing.” He whispers, your eyes widening comically as you nod for him to continue.

“It has fairies.” He basks in the gasp you let out as you jump off the table and clap your hands together.

“Can I be a fairy?” You wiggle in your place as you watch Eddie match your energy. He nods excitedly, “fuck yeah, I can make you the best fairy dnd will ever see.”

“Oh I never been this excited about something.” You bite your lip as you play with your hands. “This is even more exciting than that time I saw a small bald girl throw a van with her mind once.”

“Glad to hear…Wait, wha-”

“My dad says I might have imagined it. I tend to daydream a lot.” You ramble as you grab your bag and grab Eddie��s wrist to began tugging him along. “He says it may have to do with me being dropped as a baby, but I don’t think that’s what really happened..”

You ramble as your hands unknowingly slide down to intertwine with his, Eddie’s face completely flushing at your touch and trying his best to keep up with your wild story

—

After that, you sat with the Hellfire club, the rest of the group taking one look at you and deciding, yeah you definitely fit in with the freaks of Hawkins. Especially when you would go on your tangent of stories that for some reason, Dustin Mike and Lucas fully latch onto. Mumbling to each other that, yes that totally makes sense.

Eddie begin to sit with you during science class, ignoring the teacher’s protest of changing the seating chart and would let you play with his rings during class. Your soft whispers counting his rings at the start of his class, before you would focus on the different designs. He would agree with the random names you gave for each one, laughing when you tried them on yourself and they slipped off your fingers despite your efforts of trying to keep them in place.

You begun accompanying on his rides after school, or after a hellfire club campaign. Which you were slowly understanding more and more, your fairy character marking his notes in his dnd binder. You still had difficulty building their stats, always whining that if he could just draw it in cute clothes and not do the extra stuff. But you listened to him when he gave pointers on your character arch, even pitching the ideas.

“What if they had the power of resurgence ?” You asked one afternoon. Fingers braiding a section of his hair as he sat on the floor of your bedroom, back pressed against the edge of your bed.

“Power of resurgence huh?” He studied his notes. “I like the sound of that.”

You were bleeding into his life more and more.

His days in Hawkins had gotten better ever since you begin to flood every part of his mind. Your random quirks and habits occupying his mind on random parts of his day, his attention drifting whenever he did deals in the woods, eyes wandering between the trees searching for any mushrooms that could have sprouted.

Your favorite ice cream was mint. He was horrified upon discovering it when he watched you eat it from the small pint in your hands, as you happily took out a huge chunk out that barely was supported by the small spoon. He was also scared how you were able to bite instead of licking it like a normal person.

But he made sure to keep mint ice cream in his freezer from then on. Like how he kept the different plants you had grown in your garden that you gifted to him. His daily routine of making sure they got enough water was stressful, he never had that type of responsibility, but worth it when your eyes sparked in pride after noticing them decorate his room.

A few Fleetwood Mac’s records also taken place in his room, so when you would come over, he could watch you sway your body to the soft voice that was Stevie Nicks. Your knitted cardigan flowing around you as you spun happily to the beat. His heart beat skipped at the sight.

He swore you would be the cause of his death, with the way his heart was skipping beats around you constantly. Like the time you had impulsively ran out into the rain after a hellfire club campaign. Your screams of delight heard over the thunder off in the distance, tongue sticking out to taste the rain drops.

“Jesus Y/N! You're going to catch a cold!” He yells as he runs after you making sure you didn’t slip and fall. “Or be fucking cooked by lightening!” You shook your head, wet hair slapping your face when you look back at him. He wished he could have taken a picture, wondering if their new addition to their club, Will, could convince his brother to let him borrow his camera one of these days.

“Come on, you mad woman! Onward, to the van! Chop !chop !” He pretends to push you and you go relunctly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you jog towards the vehicle. Before he unlocks the door, he pulls open the side of the van and reaches in to grab his leather jacket. You wait as he slams it shut and quickly helps you inside passenger seat.

He wraps the jacket around your shoulder, clicks your seatbelt in place, looking you dead in the eyes as though scolding a child. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Make coco?” You quirp, eyes twinkling. “With extra marshmallows.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and slams the door shut, feigning annoyance but cant stop his lovesick expression as he rounds towards the driver side. Knowing that you’ll be getting your coco by the end of the night.

And you did. You sat on his couch in his trailer, warm cup of coco in your hands in a change of pajamas he gave you. You kept his jacket around you, even putting it on when you left that morning. He let you keep it.

—

When Eddie had walked into the class that you both shared, ready to show you a brand new set of rings his uncle gifted him, he noticed your unusual demeanor.

Now you were an unusual person, a fact no one could deny. But you, with a serious expression and your body rigid was something Eddie has never seen before. The pencil in your hand was tapping rapidly against your notebook as you stared off into the distance.

“You good?” He asks as he pulls his seat out, barely noticing the the weird set up on the table you shared together. You didn’t respond. “Hey, talk to me.”

Scalpels were placed carefully side by side, near a huge lump that was covered by a napkin. Eddie glanced up at the chalkboard and exhaled at the letters that read back to him.

Dissection.

Oh.

“Alright , today we are going to learn the anatomy of a frog. Exciting right?” A few ew’s echoed across the classroom alongside some of the jocks snickering, “I set a frog on each table, alongside the tools that we will be using.”

Mr. Clark rounded his own desk, picking up his tools and showing the class as demonstration. “Now, you will work with your partner to carefully dissect the frog. And we will go slowly and point out each organ. Okay?”

Your hand shot up, shaking it when he glances at you. “Yes y/n?”

“I already did my research before hand.” You quickly state, your breath shaky. “On the organs. I also have a lot of knowledge on frogs so I was thinking maybe me and Eddie wouldn't have to-”

“You will be dissecting the frog with the rest of the class.”

“But Mr.Clark-”

“No buts.” He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head dissaprovingly. “This is part of your grade and mandatory for todays lesson.”

“Come on man,” Eddie finally speaks up, trying his best to not glare daggers at the older man. Your hands were trembling and he couldn’t stand the way your face paled. “You can’t force use to do this.”

“Unless you both want to fail my class, then yes I can.” Mr. Clark replies curtly.

“It's not right.” You frown. “The frog doesn't deserve to be cut into like this.”

“It’s already dead dumbass.” Many giggles followed as one the girls in the front of the class spoke up.

You turn towards the voice and glare at her, the first time Eddie ever seen you mad. “Would you want someone to cut your body open when you’re dead?”

“I’m not some stupid frog.”

Eddie snorts. “Yet you look like one.”

The class errupts in Ohhhh’s at Eddie’s insult before quickly being shut down by Mr. Clark’s hand slapping down onto the table. You and Eddie both turn to see him walking to your table.

“Ms. L/N, I understand this will be difficult. But I cannot allow you to skip out in this because it will lead to others wanting to do the same.” He looks down at you. “So. No more interruptions.”

You nod shakily, looking down at your hands when he walks away and returns to instructing everyone to pull the napkin to reveal their frogs that laid spread out in front of them. Eddie reaches over to place his hand on top of yours when you try to pull the napkin.

“We don’t have to.”

“I don’t want you to fail Eddie.” You sniff and pull the napkin away. The dead frog was laid on his back. Eddie watched you sit back in your seat as your lips wobbled. “Can you..can you do it?”

You whisper it, looking at him with teary eyes and Eddie decides he would do anything to wipe that sadness from your face. He nods squeezing your hand before listening to the instructions carefully, trying not to notice your flinching when he cuts into it’s tiny body.

Eddie isn’t exactly screamish to these kind of things. He watched horror movies growing up and found his fair share of dead animals in the woods. His father had made him hunt a few times and although he felt horrible, he never thought much of the deers he killed. But seeing the way tears stained your notebook pages as you wrote down the information that was being told, the guilt weighed heavy in him at what he was doing.

Class went by fast. The bell rung to signal the end of it and you grabbed your bag and was ready to run out of there, only waiting for Eddie to grab his own belongings. He wrapped his arm around you as you both followed the other students out the classroom. When you were out of the classroom, you rubbed angrily at your cheeks.

You were about to speak but Eddie had pulled his arm away, pushing himself back inside the classroom before the last student shut the door. You waited confused outside for a few moments before Eddie came back outside, hands carrying a bundle of napkins.

Mr.clark’s voice was yelling out for him.

“Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him, not answering your bewildered questions as you both leave the hallways and march towards the woods.

“What are we doing?” You frown as he drops his bag and grabs yours to set beside him. He turns toward you and shakes his head to rid of the curls from his face.

“We’re giving him a badass burial.”

He opens his hands and unravels the napkins, showing you the body of the dead frog. Your hands reaching towards it before looking up at Eddie.

He marvels at your sad smile. “Okay.”

You both make use of the whole lunch period to dig up a hole to place Mr. Jelly, your choice of name, in. You had gathered a few mushrooms and flowers, along with sticks and rocks to create a makeshift headstone on top of the dirt. Eddie helped you surround it with the mushrooms, and spread the petals of flowers in the middle.

“I wish I had my fairy’s powers..” you whispered when you both were done and Eddie had finished a reciting a shitty prayer. “To be able to bring him back. So he can find his family and they can hop on a pond.” You wipe the dirt off your hands.

“I’m sure he’s happy in heaven, sweetheart.” Eddie reassures, taking a petal that got stuck in your hair. “Bet he’s eating all the flies his small stomach can handle. All fat and happy.”

The image must have popped in your head with the way you began to giggle and grab onto his arm. Your head leaning against him as it died down and you sighed. You turn slightly to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Don’t mention it.” He stares down at the small stones, ignoring the feeling of his heart nearly beating out of his chest. The kiss burning into his cheek that was flaming bright red. “You should have seen his face when I snatched it before he could start collecting the bodies.” He furrowed his eyebrows and flared his nostrils.

“Eddie, what oh earth are you doing with that frog??” He mimics with the deepest voice he could, which had you bursting into laughter again.

He wants to hear it over and over again.

—

“Shit. Where the fuck is it?” Eddie grumbles. The van shook as he crawled around like a maniac, shoving different things out of the way as he looked under every trash that littered the back of the van. Your body swayed from the ruckus but you stayed focused on eating the raspberries that you placed on each of your fingers.

You were two down, the other eight fingers spread out in front of you.

“Nope. Not there. Really, not here? Wait, who the fuck put this here? I do not listen to that.” He tosses a random cassette behind him, nearly hitting you which he apologizes for before returning his search. “Hm. No..gross, that brat really left his Twinkie in my van!”

You suck another raspberry off a finger. “That’s mine.”

That time, he didn’t miss when he aimed the half eaten pastry at your head.

He finally fishes out what he was looking for with an ‘aha!’ from under the driver seat, returning to his spot next to you. The slide door was opened and you sat dangling your legs off the edge of the van. By the time he sat next to you, your left hand was free of any raspberries.

You held your right hand in front of him and whined. “Eddie I can’t eat anymore or i’ll turn into a raspberry."

“No one told you to try to eat the whole container you idiot,” he grabs your wrist and carefully bites each one off, not letting his teeth or lips touch your fingers, and lets his mouth be full of them. You wiggle your fingers happily before he pushes your hand away.

“I was able to eat that container of strawberries last time.”

“Yeah and you threw up all over my kitchen and cried that you could hear the cries of the strawberries in your stomach.” He chews through his words. Hands grab your swinging legs and pulls them over his lap, forcing for you to turn slightly and lean back on the side of the van door. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the way the your thighs felt on top of his.

He didn’t think about the way his hands would feel squeezing your thighs. Nope nope, never crossed his mind.

“Because they were.” You huff, hands folding over your stomach as you look off towards the lake that he parked his van in front of. He hums. Fingers rubbing your ankles which you accept happily.

“What were you looking for again?” You tilt your head towards him, catching the blush that spread across his cheeks as he uses his hand that wasn’t rubbing your ankles to hand you the two tickets

“You were mentioning the other day about Fleetwood Mac holding a concert a few towns over...”

He didn’t get to finish before your excited scream blasted his eardrums and you sat up, tearing your legs away from him and grabbed the tickets.

“Oh!” You gasped as you stared at them in awe. Blinking rapidly like it would magically disappear if you looked away for took long. “Oh, oh!! Oh wow? Eddie, how did you get these? Everyone said they were sold out”

“Have a few good links. Friends who gotten me and my band gigs and all that,” he explains, cherishing the fondness that you aimed towards him. Your soft wide eyes staring at him before you lunged forward, wrapping your arms his neck tightly.

“Oh thank you thank you! Eddie you’re the best,” you gasp and pull away to stare at the tickets again.

“It’s a 7 hour drive but I'm sure my girl can get us there.” He smacks the side of his van and leans back rubbing the side of his neck , “uh, unless you’ll rather go with someone else then that-”

“No!” You place the tickets down, tugging his sleeve and shaking your head. “I want to go with you.” Eddie sighs in relief.

“Good,” He licks his lips, “because I totally wouldn't have sabotaged their car if you picked someone else.”

You shake your head amused before crossing your legs and biting your lip. You shook your knees in excitement as you continued to read over the words on the tickets over and over game. Eddie admired you as the nerves begin to eat at the bottom of his stomach.

He had planned it for a while now. Saving up the money from his drug deals, along working part time at a mechanic Wayne referenced him to, so he could afford the tickets. Although he got a good deal from his friends, the tickets were still expensive. Heck they were more than the tickets he gotten to see his own favorite band.

But it was worth with the way you trembling with happiness. It would be even more worth it when he sees you dancing freely to the music that he admits had blended in with his own tapes, and whatever outfit you throw together.

It’ll be worth it when by the end of night, he finally asks you to be his girlfriend. He’s been trying to find the perfect moment to pop the question but every time he would be distracted by your personality or beauty, enjoying every waking moment you have together. By the end of the day, he had fallen even deeper in his feelings for you and the more he was afraid of confessing.

But he was going to do it at that concert, and he’s going to make sure it goes perfect, and-

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?” You brought him out of his unraveling thoughts.

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

Eddie chokes on his spit as you watch him with a calm expression. His hand hitting his chest. He turns his head to look at you with a twisted expression. “Excuse me??”

Shoulder rising in a shrug, you respond calmly. “I said-”

“No . No, no I know what you said,” He leans forward placing his elbows on his thighs as he rubs at his eyes. “I just..let me process it. Before I pass out.”

“What? I like you a lot-” Eddie swears he nearly coughs up a lung again. “And you do really nice things for me. And I feel happy with you and I would make you mushroom soup if you asked me,” you ramble watching him finally gain his composure. “And we had a burial for Mr. Jelly, so..I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie exhales. Your confession catching him off guard, he wasn’t sure what to say until he saw that your confidence was beginning to waver. A frown threatening to form. “I had this whole thing planned to confess my feelings for you at the concert and you go and give me a heart attack !”

Again. Not the first time.

You blink. “Oh really? Well we can wait until then. I’ll act like I don’t know anything. I’m good at pretending-”

Eddie shuts you up by pulling you forward and smashing your lips together. The raspberry taste still lingering in both your lips as you kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist when he pulls you closer to him.

Okay, maybe this was better than what he had planned. This was worth it.

#Eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson fic #yuh we die as simps

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chiiyuuvv · 7 months

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Bestie we need a pt2 for I Like You PLEASE🛐

I LIKE YOU PT. 2 - SEEUN °

~~~~~~~~♡

"..ah so seeun DID tell you to stop taking me snacks." You smirk, crossing your arms as yujun rolls his arms.

"Yeah yeah whatever." You let out a giggle, happily opening your locker to put your books away. As you do, a little falls out.

"What's that?" Yujun asks as you bend over to pick it up, his hands reaching for the new bag of chips in your lockers.

"Its a.. love note?" You frown. Who could possibly like you? Slapping yujuns arm, you glare at him to put the chips back as you open the note.

"Your bestfriend lover?? Ewww" yujun leaned over your shoulder to read the note, holding his nose like he just smelt something bad.

"S-shut up!!" You blush, leaning your back against the lockers as you bite your fingernails. You always liked seeun, but you never thought he'd like you.

"Oh some chips," and unknown voice appears as the latter tries to grab the bag.

"Hunter I swear to god.." you give him the same glare as you did to yujun, hunter immediately dropping his hand down.

"Already tried." Yujun mumbles as he scrolls through his phone, jumping when you slam your locker closed.

"WHERE IS SEEUN?!" You shout, jumping as your heart beat races.

"Oh seeun?" Hunter looks back at you. "He told me he was going to get some air, or whatever that means."

"THANK YOU." You shout before running out of the hallway.

"Oh my god do you know what this means??"

"What?" Hunter asks, watching yujuns eyes widen before his eyes do the same, catching on the hint. "Oh my god.."

"Should we say it together?"

"Seeun confessed to her."

"Seeun told you to stop taking her snac- seeun confessed to her. YEAHH I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SAY THAT!!"

Yujun sighs, facepalming himself.

~~~~♡

Your legs burn as you just ran out of the school. "Fresh air.. where could he be?" You wonder as you rest your hands on your legs, panting as you try to check your breath.

Ah ha!

You begin running again, to the spot seeun goes to when he needs air it all makes sense. And so you run to the nearest park, finding the biggest tree to find seeun sitting behind it.

"SEEUN!! I mean.. seeun." You rest your hands on your hips, trying to play it cool while your heart is racing. Seeun only chuckles, looking back down as the leaf he tore up.

"Your just here to reject me, aren't you?" Seeuns voice was barely above whisper. His head stays down as his finds another leaf, breaking that one too.

Taking your silence for an answer, seeun brushs off his legs before getting up. "I'll leave you alone.." he whispers again, walking past your frozen figure.

But you werent going to reject him. Your arms react before your brain does, quickly grabbing his arm and spinning him around. In milliseconds, you step closer to him, standing on your tippy toes to connect your lips with his.

It was supposed to be a peck, letting him know that you liked him too if it werent for him to wrap his arms around your waist. Because he was taller, one of his hands cup your cheek as he leans you down, hovering over your body as his lips mound on yours perfectly. You can feel yourself beginning to melt in the kiss, and you think seeun is too, quickly breaking it to get some air.

Your still in the same position, seeuns hand still on your cheek as he presses his forehead onto yours, his breath fanning your face. "I like you.." he whispers, but this time he smiles which you nervously return.

"So do I.."

-- BONUS --

"He did it!! He confessed!!" Yujun claps hunters hand, as they were currently hiding in a bush.

"I feel like I'm in a fanfiction." Hunter shakes his head, his heart racing as he watches you two kiss.

"Yeah.." yujun smiles. "You owe me 5 dollars by the way."

"5 dollars?! For what??" Hunters eyes widen.

"The bet, I said seeun was going to ask her out and you said no."

"No, you said no."

"What no I didnt."

"You said seeun was a chicken and couldnt do it. I said he could."

"What no you didnt."

"Yeah I did."

"Nuh ah"

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yes."

A/n: some say their still arguing to this day. Anyways, thank you my bestoe for requesting!!!

Requests opening in a few hours!! (I changed my mind lol)

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lethby · 1 year

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Next summer ⍣ ೋ

Art by: しまも🍖 (@kshima_mo369) on Twitter

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Mermaid! reader

Summary: A story where Bachira helps a mermaid in problems and they grow attached to each other because of their curious personalities.

"Haha! We got one!"

Two men near a little bay secluded from the quiet coast.

"Look at her scales! So shiny!"

Deep waters full of vibrant corals, home of many fish... and some mermaids.

A strong net imprisoned the mermaid, who fought against the force that was pulling her away from the sea. When a dirty hand went to grab her, she defended herself.

In this world, a mermaid's poison sold like gold, being the most powerful in the world. It was used for medicine and drugs, among others. It was very rare and very precious.

"Ah, careful! Did she stung you?" Panicked eyes stared at their companion.

However, as a mermaid, if your poison isn't deadly or lethal,

"Huh? What is this? It just felt like a little zap."

You weren't worth more than tuna.

"Really? We spent hours fishing for this?"

The mermaid still tried to resist against the tight ropes that held her hostage.

"I don't know man." The stung man ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe we can sell her scales or something."

"Forget it, the government is very attentive about anything that involves the mermaids' wellbeing."

"Let's just go home."

They both sighed and carelessly let go of the net, letting the mermaid fall unceremoniously on the sand. They didn't feel an ounce of respect for her as they left her under the burning sun to die. The mermaid didn't find any energy left to keep resisting and went limp.

Hell, she knew her poison was worthless. Even other mermaids made fun of her constantly, that's why she travels alone. But being treated like this by humans made what she had left of dignity to crumble.

Laughter and chatting echoed through the coast as a numerous group of friends arrived at the beach. They dispersed and played volleyball, swam a little, made sand castles... The usual activities in a summer vacation.

Then, a boy with yellow eyes wandered happily further from the group.

"Hey Bachira! Where are you going?"

"To explore!" He shouted back excitedly as he disappeared behind a bush. His friends decided to let the adventurous boy be, being aware of his curious and playful personality.

When he pushed away a big leaf from a palm tree, he was met with an incredible sight. A bay surrounded of vegetation was hiding there. The clear water clashed against the rocks, making a peaceful sound. Despite this, when his eyes drifted where the sand was more prominent, being in the shore, he spot a laying figure. He walked closer to it, examining her with an inquisitive gaze.

'A mermaid?!'

His eyes fixated on the way the sun reflected on her (f/c) scales and her fins laid like silk in the sand. She had pointy ears and sharp teeth were noticeable in her features.

"Pretty..."

However, his mesmerized trance switched to a worried frown as he didn't see any movement from her, the net trapping her body. Just who is so cruel to do this? He tried to pry off the net from her with no avail. The movements made the mermaid drowsily awake as she saw someone else with her. She followed her first instinct and stung him to try and scare him away. The boy jolted away and held his hand.

"Hey don't zap me! I'm trying to help you!"

Although, seeing as the ropes didn't budge, Bachira went off to find a tool that could help him. He found a branch that was spiky at the sides and thought that it should do. He came back and stuck his tongue out in concentration as he worked.

The mermaid's thoughts wandered wildly. What did this boy want with her? What would he do to her? The idea of him taking her poison by force crossed her mind, but after her earlier failed display of abilities, she doubted it. Maybe he really was helping her after all.

Albeit that hopeful thought, her panic didn't decrease. Her quick ragged huffs made her cough harshly. Her skin was dry and her lungs burned with each breath she took. Thankfully, Bachira got the memo rapidly.

"Ah right! Water!"

He looked back and stared at the fresh water from the ocean. Thoughts as grabbing a bucket or making a small river crossed his mind, but in the end he opted to carry her there. She felt strong arms lift and bring her to the shallow waters. The rope scratched her irritated skin and she winced in pain. Bachira apologized softly.

'At least is better than drying off in the sun.' She thought.

She sighed as her body hydrated again, some water being splashed by the boy to wet the parts that stayed over the water level. After he noticed she was feeling better, he continued his task on freeing her. When he managed to cut down some ropes over her torso, she aided him weakly as much as she could with her arms.

Minutes that felt like hours passed and the net was finally cut down to the point he could take it off her with his hands. The mermaid felt as good as ever, no longer being caged in tight cords. She crawled to deeper waters and stretched, going for a quick swim of freedom right after.

Bachira hoped onto a rock near her and watched as she swam skillfully through the water. His eyes lighted up and a wide smile creeped his way to his face. It was a very beautiful sight indeed. He saw her come closer and crouched down on the rock to be more at her eye level. She raised her webbed hand in order to tell him something, but he high-fived her instead.

"That was awesome! You swim really fast!"

She deadpanned at the excited boy. That was... not what she wanted to communicate. She was growing desperate after many attempts of communication were misunderstood by Bachira, who innocently tilted his head. He laughed as this seemed to be a funny guessing game to him. She face palmed and went for another tactic. She raised both of her hands in a motion.

"You want me to wait here?"

She nodded enthusiastically. She really should have learned to speak human language. Before Bachira could say anything else, she quickly disappeared under the water.

Some time passed and she found him still sitting on the rock, whistling a small tune. She approached him and he saw her from his peripheral vision.

"You're back!"

She smiled and stretched her arms towards him, a beautiful shell resting on her palms. He leaned closer to look at it as she had an eager expression on her face.

"Is this for me? As a thank you?"

She nodded again and pushed her hands closer to him. He raised his hand to take the shiny object from her, a childish smile on his lips.

"Thank you, I love it! It's so pretty!"

She only widened her smile in response. They 'chatted' a little more until Bachira pondered it was time to leave. He got up and trotted in direction of his friends before stopping in his tracks and turning around.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" He shouted.

She gave him a thumbs up in hopes he could see it from where he was standing. She figured he did as he slightly jumped and waved her goodbye, making her raise her hand too. She dived into the colorful reef and swam happily among the fish. Maybe some humans weren't that bad at the end.

Bachira was spotted by the group while he came back, skipping along the sand.

"Welcome back. Did you find anything?"

He hid the gifted shell in his swimming wear's pocket.

"Nope." He smiled.

The next morning, Bachira got ready at max speed so he had time to read a book about mermaids he saw in the shelf in Reo's beach house last night. He found it and quickly opened it, eyeing it's contents.

He passed over all the poison market thing, thinking it was not important. The only thing he wondered is that if that zap from yesterday was it. Having heard a thing or two about the topic, he remembered that a mermaid's poison can be lethal, but very useful.

'I guess her poison is not that strong. Well, lucky me. I could have died.' A drop of sweat ran down the side of his face as he smiled nervously, moving on to the next page.

'Ah, mermaids' behavior and language. This could be useful.'

He read about a lot of stuff regarding body language and signs that indicate emotions, trying to keep all the information in his brain, as hard as that is. Really, this must be the longest time he ever sat in front of a book.

- Shells can be gifted to other mermaids or creatures as a way to express gratitude and/or friendship. The shinier and smooth it is, the more sentimental value it holds.

His smile widened at that information.

'Haha! I knew it.'

He took out the shell and caressed it with his thumb. He did thought it was very nice and lovely. His gaze softened while he felt all giddy in the inside.

"Bachira we're ready! Come down!"

He quickly closed the book and rushed downstairs where all his friends were. He couldn't wait to arrive at the beach and see if you were there, as you said.

When they set up everything at the private beach, Bachira snook out discreetly and went over to the little bay. Sadly, he did not find the mermaid anywhere, even when he called for her. He didn't let disappoint get to him as he was sure you'll come later; so in the meantime, he went for a nice swim. The water there didn't crash as hard as it did in the shore. Instead, it felt more like a quiet lake, all just for him to relax as he floated.

Truth to be told, the mermaid was there. She nibbled on the remnants of what was a fish. She waited amusingly for the boy to get closer to the center of the bay, planning to surprise him.

Just as he was starting to get bored of doing nothing, he felt a shocking zap on his side. He instinctively turned to that side wide eyed, not missing the way something emerged from the water behind him and threw itself over him, making him momentarily sink.

When all movement ended, he threw his head back onto the surface only for his eyes to directly meet (e/c) ones, full of joy and playfulness. A smile also made its way to his face as he hugged her tightly.

"You came!"

They almost sink again from the action, making her laugh loudly.

'God her laugh is wonderful.'

He pulled back with a fake pout on his face, making puppy eyes at her.

"That was really mean though. I thought we were over all the zapping thing."

She maintained her smirk as she snorted and raised her eyebrows, as if saying: that didn't hurt and you know it. That made Bachira squeeze her cheeks as he laughed at her attempts to escape his grasp. This was not welcomed by her as she brought her fins closer to sting him yet again. Turns out that, much to his dismay, this would be a common thing between them.

"Hey!"

She quickly went underwater given the opportunity and flicked her tail strongly, making a considerable amount of water to splash at the boy's face. She peeked from the water and chuckled at Bachira's expression.

Their splashing game continued for long. She was obviously winning by far, but that didn't mean it was less fun. She swiftly made a quick turn and Bachira's eyes lighted up like a kid who got candy.

"Wow! Can you do any tricks?"

'Do I look like a scenario dolphin.' She wanted to retort.

Bachira saw right through her snarky gaze and sulked slightly. He was getting good in reading her thoughts thanks to the information on that book.

"Pretty please?" He asked behind clasped hands.

She glanced at his expectant eyes and gave in, taking a moment to think. He watched her dive into the water, but he wasn't prepared for what was about to come. The next thing he knew, her body was flying above his head, having elegantly jumped and her scales shining under the sun. Bachira was nothing but amazed as she came out of the water again, a sheepish smile on her lips.

"Wow... Wow! Do it again, do it again!"

They spent most of their time playing and having fun together without a care in the world. Eventually, their laughs died down and they grew tired. Well, more like she got tired; the boy still had plenty of energy left. Despite that, she finally convinced him to take a rest, swimming to shallow waters. When the water level was knee-high, they came to a stop and sat down. He dropped on his butt and she laid face down, them being in the perfect zone between land and water.

He looked at her as she enjoyed the way the soft waves brushed though her body, carrying cool waves with them. His eyes drifted downwards to her gleaming scales and he felt hypnotized by them. His attention was also caught by the way her fins flowed with the water's movement. But, could you blame him? He's never seen a mermaid this close, let alone befriend one.

"Can I touch your tail?" He smiled.

Her head turned in his direction and the question pondered in her head. Even when it registered in her brain, it still felt strange for her, as no one has ever asked that. Nonetheless, she still complied because she trusted him. Her tail was draped along his lap, startling the boy at first before he drew his hand near in a testing motion and caressed her tail gently. When he got no reaction from it, he continued doing so. Her scales were soft and slippery and her fins felt like nice fabric under his fingers.

A shudder ran down her spine at the nice feeling, legging her muscles relax. No one has ever been this affectionate to her, so this was new. Having nothing to do, she moved around and went to feel his legs as well. After all, she's never touched human legs before either.

When both of their curiosities met at the same time, they found themselves in a rare but nice quiet moment, just enjoying each other's company.

Like that, they spent the morning and soon the clock ticked until noon. Somewhere in between, they went to where you could barely touch the ground with your feet and got to know the other about various things. However, they were interrupted by a distant voice.

"Bachira, we're going to eat! Where are you?"

"Coming!"

He turned around but didn't find the mermaid by his side. Instead, he felt her fins glide through his legs in a way of saying goodbye as she took her leave. Bachira noticed something being placed in his hand and brought it up to inspect it. It was another shell.

Happiness and excitement flowed through his veins as he got further away from the bay, fastening his step to meet with his group. Boy, he was loving this summer vacation.

Like that, they spent most of the summer time. Between laughs, zaps, and splashes; a month passed and they grew impossibly close. In Bachira's bag stood proudly a pile of shiny shells of all colors and shapes, having kept every single one of them. Sometimes, the boy got her one too just to see the wide smile that would appear on her face. Sneaking out and maneuvering through dense vegetation to meet her became a routine for him, surprisingly not getting caught. The same could be said for her, as she swam through the reef everyday in hopes to see him.

One day, they were playing tag. Bachira cheated from time to time and ran to the dry sand, not wanting to always have it because of her always catching him instantly. Nonetheless, he would eventually come back when she begged for him to do so, promising she would go easy this time. That was a devious lie that he always fell for in one way or another as she jumped on him to tag him the moment he stepped on the water.

One of these times, Bachira deflated and sat on the famous rock in thought, feet still soaking in the bay. The mermaid felt slightly bad as she swam closer, thinking it was because of the game. Despite that, she still wore a victorious smirk that said it all.

'Tired of losing yet?'

"Don't get too full of yourself."

She wanted to laugh but couldn't get herself to do so when she heard the uncharacteristic weak chuckle that left his lips. She looked at him and saw his thoughtful expression, eyes barely duller that usual as they hid a foreign emotion behind them. She started to become worried and crossed her arms above his thighs, resting her head on top to look at him. Bachira snapped out of his trance and started at her. After a few seconds, he squeezed her cheeks with a small smile.

"What's with the long face?"

She was unbothered and reached her index finger to boop his nose.

'You.'

She smiled at the way his eyes crossed to look at her finger then at her, rosy pink covering his cheeks. He let her face go and faked a small smile.

"It's nothing really. Just thinking."

She raised her eyebrows, clearly showing that she didn't buy it. However, he didn't let her insist more as he changed the topic.

"I just noticed I haven't asked you your name!"

Her eyes slightly widened in surprise and she retracted her finger. Well, at least that was something she could say. Bachira heard her literally bubbly voice for the first time as she told him her name.

"(y/n)"

"(n/n)? That's a cute name! I'm Bachira, but you heard it before."

She deadpanned as he didn't understand half of it and said it wrong, but she didn't have the heart correct him seeing the now true, happy smile he wore. It was contagious. She chuckled along him and, when the laughter died down, they were left in complete silence. Bachira fiddled with her hair before parting his lips.

"I have to go back home soon."

So that's what it was. She looked up at him from his lap with an unreadable expression. Moments passed and, when Bachira started to grow anxious, she propped herself up in her arms before giving him a hug. He quickly reciprocated it, hugging her waist close and pulling her out of the water fully to let her sit in a more comfortable position in his lap. Without a word, their embrace tightened. This hug wasn't playful nor lively like the other ones, but it was still as welcoming as ever.

"I'll miss you." He whispered into her wet collarbone as he pressed his head there, which she responded by nuzzling her face on his shoulder.

They sat on the rock enjoying each other's warmth not wanting to separate. Her nose scrunched up when stray hairs tickled her face as they pressed their cheeks together, courtesy of Bachira. Their hearts beat in unison under the blazing sun.

She eventually pulled back after some restriction because of his strong hold. She signaled him to wait with her hands as she dived into the water, disappearing in sight. He began whistling waited for her on the rock, his gaze softening as this moment felt similar to their first interaction ever.

She came back clutching something in her hand, which she placed on his hand that pushed against his chest, the tips of her ears red. He tilted his head and watched her amusedly, but in a blink, she wasn't there anymore. He panicked as he didn't get the chance to say goodbye.

However, that thought was quickly dismissed as he felt something zapping his ankle, making him stand up by reflex. He saw her emerging from the water at the distance before his smile enlarged.

"Will you be here next summer?" He shouted.

She gave him a thumbs up and he responded with a little happy jump. He waved her goodbye, making her raise her hand too. She dived into the colorful reef and swam happily among the fish.

Bachira turned around and trotted in the sand and trough the vegetation. He opened his palm and his face went red, his heart skipping a beat. There sat a beautiful coral of reddish tones. His eyes, wide in realization, squinted closed as he widely smiled. He traveled back home with a happy mind.

'Until next summer, (n/n).'

- Mermaids can also gift a coral, this meaning love and affection. The redder the coral, the more sentimental value it holds.

I have nothing to say except this was very sweet to write.

I had much more scenarios with a mermaid reader but decided to shorten it for it not to be too long.

I tried 3rd person pov here and I'm having a love-hate relationship with it.

Listen to music often, Lethby ༊*·˚

#bachira x reader #bachira x y/n #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader fluff #bachira x you #bllk bachira #mermaid au #im running out of ideas

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gumikpxp · 1 year

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Clover

werewolf!au

Teaser

pairing: Werewolf!joshua x female!bunny!reader

genre: fluff, smut, maybe angst

synopsis: A werewolf and a bunny seem like a terrible match and would have no chance of working. however you can't argue with fate and if joshua gets a cute cottontail mate he doesn't seem to mind. At least that what his brothers believe when they watch joshua stare at his bunny mate with the most adoring look in his eyes as she showed him the four leaf clover she found in the garden. Who were they to question the moon goddess anyways.

One of the many small cabins on the land was full of laughter whilst the others were quiet with sleeping wolves. However wolves were never known for their gentle presence so when multiple of the brothers where sharing a dinner, it tended to get a bit rowdy. Like it currently was in Joshua's and Jeonghans cabin.

"Okay! I think we can all agree that if it wasn't for Jeonghans skimming today we all would've been in some deep shit." Seungcheol spoke loudly as he waved his drumstick in the air and Jeonghan smirked at the statement.

"I mean what can i say i am a very valuable asset here we all know you bozos wouldn't have been able to work yourselves out if that situation." the blind stated with a shrug crossing his arms and wonwoo shook his head slightly.

"we wouldn't have even been in that situation if it weren't for you! seriously are you sure your a wolf you're more like a fox." Jihoon stated taking a gulp of his beer quickly after. Jeonghans eyes widened as his jaw went slack taking slight offense.

"a fox!? you're joking my wolf form is bigger than all of you guys!" Jeonghan argued only to get laughed at by the members all of them knowing that his statement was as far from the truth as it could get.

Joshua was mid laugh when he picked up the tiniest bit of the most alluring scent he's ever smelled cutting his laugh short as he freezed. He looked out towards the window sniffing the air slightly feeling his skin buzz and his heart rate pick up.

Completely ignoring his brothers questionable glances he stood from his seat and rushed out the side door outside into the dark the only light coming from the fireflies. He used every sense he had his inner wolf whining as the smell felt like it was fading into the distance before he was able to catch a faint rustling coming from the bushes. he rushed his way across the land towards the bush dropping to his knees looking for anything, any glow of eyes, any slight sound he can catch.

It wasn't till his brothers rushed out the cabin with a flashlight and made their way over to him flashing the light in his figure that he spotted something.

In the dirt laid a small paw print. Smaller than the plan of his hand. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he leaned down to the print sniffing lightly before smelling the delicious vanilla and water lily mix of a smell. It was something can hardly describe but as his wolf whined at the loss of being able to spot the creature. He just knew that his mate was here and that thought alone made him want to search every inch of the forest until he found her.

Wonwoo hummed as he flashed the light at the print. "looks like a bunny print josh." he stated and that made his eyes widen.

"what happened dude?" Seungcheol asked and joshua sighed out.

"my mate. she was here."

Jeonghan cackled.

"you got stuck with a bunny?" he joked and that alone made a low growl rumble in joshua's chest.

"woah dude chill." the blond put his hands up in defense

a/n: hi guys! this is a new serious i decided to start! i'm planning on making this a series for all the members starting with joshua! please let me know what you think! :)

#svt x reader #svtcreations #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt smut #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #joshua hong

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da3dm · 1 year

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Night Light 1.1

Never written a g/t story before, but here's my try on it! Lemme know if I should add some tags or warnings!

Lots of thanks to @dingbatnix for helping me proofread it!

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter 1: Disappointments

In a seemingly empty forest, a breeze was the only disturbance to the area. Birds were calling, animals caused rustlings in the bushes, and the sun shone softly on the plants, casting a golden glow over every surface. Hidden behind this faux peace, a small group of friends were hiding among the leaves in the branches of a tree, watching the small clearing curiously as they waited in…somewhat silence. Their hushed whispers hardly carried down from the tree. “Get off of me!”

The four of them were finding it somewhat difficult to coexist on the same branch…and two in particular wouldn’t stop arguing. “I wasn't even touching you?” The accused blonde shoved their brown haired friend away, teardrop shaped wings fluttering in annoyance. “Just stay over there and leave me alone.”

The blonde yelped, nearly falling off the branch. For someone who was only three inches tall, a fall like that would be rather dangerous. “Now you're shoving me!”

A third interjected, pushing the pair apart. “Will you two just stop? You've been arguing for hours now! If you keep going, we're never going to see it! They'll notice us!” The red head was trying their best to be threatening, hoping to get them to finally knock it off. “Besides, if you two keep arguing we’re going to lose track of him again!”

The fourth one was on the very end of the branch, out in the open and hanging out in the wind, only held by the stem of a leaf he gripped. He’d been ignoring them until that last comment, but didn't even look their way as he stated, “I am fully capable of taking care of myself. You three are the real chaos material. I wasn't the one arguing with someone for brushing against me.” The blackete was grinning anyway, excited to see if coming to the edge of their borders would finally let them see a real human.

The red head glanced over, only to be struck by panic upon seeing just how startlingly visible his friend was, fully out in the open and vulnerable. “Axel!” He launched himself over there and dragged his friend back onto the branch. “You can’t just hang out in the open like that! You’ll be seen! You’re not even supposed to be out here, don't add being seen to that list of broken rules!”

Axel smirked at them and kept staring out there. “Oh come on! You wanna see them just as much as I do!” Since all four of them were fairies, they had been raised inside a hollowed out tree with the rest of their colony. There were strict rules set in place that never allowed any fairy near their borders, where humans resided. The only things they ever knew about humans was what they'd been told, most of which villainized them. Axel, who remained leaning out in the open, was one of the few that refused to believe those stories. Humans being titans, killing their kind, only showing cruelty to everything around them…none of it made sense to him. Nothing was that big for one thing, but it also didn’t sound right. They made these creatures sound like true monsters, and yet described their appearances as being strikingly similar to their own.

Spark, the red fairy, disagreed greatly with Axel. “No! I’m only out here to keep you out of trouble! For all I know you're going to march right up to one of those giants and completely expose yourself with your lack of self preservation! On top of all that, it’s almost high noon! We’re going to be late for the ceremony!”

Axel squirmed in the tightening grip, attempting to escape. "We'll be fine, we can make it! I know what I'm doing, just be quiet so nothing will notice us." He managed to pull himself free and danced away to keep out of reach.

The blonde fairy walked up to them and pointed out at the forest ahead. "Sorry to interrupt, but isn't that what you're looking for?" Out in that direction, there was unnatural motion and faint voices carrying to them.

Axel spun around immediately, his wings buzzing with excitement when he saw it. "Yes! Let's go look!" He launched off the branch, already speeding away before any of them could even attempt to follow.

Spark turned a glare on the blonde. "Oh yes, brilliant idea Sett, just tell the maniac you see something without someone holding him down! Clay, go after him." He looked at the brown haired fairy as he'd said that before shoving off to chase after Axel.

Sett and Clay looked at each other before they just followed after the other two boys, rushing through the cover of the forest on their way over to the group of camping humans. Axel momentarily almost went above the trees, but Spark caught up to him on time and grabbed hold of his leg, yanking him back down.

"Get back down! You're going to get picked off by a bird!" He lost the dark haired fairy only moments later, but at least he didn't go higher again and merely zoomed towards the campsite.

He knew not to just burst out there but he was getting way too close to be flying out in the open like he was. "You worry too much!" The one to stop him this time was Sett, the only one in their friend group that flew faster than Axel.

The blonde spread his arms out after stopping in front of Axel and pointed to a cluster of branches higher up, where they'd be able to see the open space. "Hide there before you make Spark explode." The two dove into that bundle of branches and leaves almost immediately after, waiting for the rest to show up.

Axel was already clambering forward, trying to get a peek at these creatures. When he saw them his wings buzzed excitedly, but he was also shocked into silence. It was a group of friends or maybe a family, he wasn't sure. That wasn't the shocking part though. What truly got him, was their size. This wasn't like the stories, they were bigger, not smaller like he'd originally thought.

Just as the other two showed up, Sett had pushed himself over to take a look as well, his whole body going rigid as he watched these pure giants move about, doing actions that would otherwise be impossible for the fairies while being way too fast for their size. It was terrifying and they weren't even close enough to feel their movements. One other notable thing…was that their language made no sense—it was completely different from their own.

Spark and Clay had similar reactions, but the red fairy could only look for a few seconds before he had to pull away, his hands covering his mouth as fear coursed through his entire body. It hadn't helped that when he'd looked, it was to see one of them crushing something bigger than they were like it was nothing. He shuddered and moved on to hugging himself instead, refusing to turn back around as he was gripped by a cold sweat.

Clay was just frozen in place, his usual rowdy self gone completely as he watched the wingless titans move about. He hesitated greatly, taking a step back as he looked at the other two still watching the humans. "Hey, uh…I think we should go. It doesn't feel safe here." He frowned at the humans before he went back to being wild, reaching down and grabbing Axel by the back of his shirt. "Sett, move it! We're going!" He was half snarling as he just dragged the curious fairy away.

Spark gave a heavy sigh when he saw Clay dragging Axel away, the tense muscles relaxing as he realized they were leaving now. He didn't hesitate to take off, his wings buzzing madly as he tried to fly off as fast as possible. The humans hadn't shown up in the clearing they'd chosen to watch, and he was glad they hadn't. They'd have been way too close to Hometree…that was just begging for trouble. He did falter for a moment to check that his friends were following, but settled right back down when he saw them right behind him. Even Axel was leaving on his own.

Axel, however, had way too curious thoughts spinning through his mind. He'd felt a sort of natural fear towards a being so large that he was hardly the size of their smallest finger…but he wanted to know everything about them! Why did they look just like fairies but had no wings and were so giant? It was spinning him for a loop and he was sectioning his fear off as just from their size, ignoring the warning bells telling him to never investigate them. Rather, he was somewhat eager to find out what all they had. They were using some very strange things!

Regardless of how unaware his friends were of his thoughts, all four of them headed straight for home tree. They were already really pushing it for their time limit, the ceremony a lot more important than they'd been making it out to be so far. As the large, hollowed out tree came into sight, so did tons of fairies flying in and out in preparation for the celebration. The magic barrier hiding the tree from sight allowed the fairies to see through it, only blocking the contents from other creatures. All four of them went to one of the many entrances, choosing one that was less populated and rushing through on their way to the main hall.

Once inside you had to land and fight your way through the crowds of other fairies. There honestly wasn't all that many of them, but when there was some sort of gathering everyone was moving around so much that it made the numbers seem higher. In reality, you would pass the same person ten or so times on your way to anywhere. The adults in the tree had assigned jobs after all, so they couldn't sit still like everyone else was. The group of friends got separated a few times on their way through the tunnels, but eventually met back up in the wide open space of the main hall. This space was in one of the highest spots in the tree, allowing the sunlight to shine through from openings directly above them.

Axel…had never liked so many people gathering together. Colors, so many colors, kept swarming around him in every direction. It was almost too many and always hit him as dizzying. For one thing, he never once saw another fairy with black hair. He was the only one in this entire colony, and as far as anyone knew, the first to exist. Their records were damaged and it was unclear what the coloring meant for Axel. After all, the color of their hair and wings always determined their magic pathways. Sometimes the eyes would even grant the fairy another power, but those were very special cases.

Reds, and sometimes a rare orange, all belong to fire. Yellow stretching to a pale blonde typically controlled wind and sometimes light magic, which was exceptionally rare. Browns were connected to the earth, green attached to the plants, blue with several different areas…mostly water, sometimes ice. A fairy with purple hair was just as rare as a blonde getting light magic, and they controlled the darkness. So where did that leave Axel? This entire celebration was to find out, and it was leaving him unnerved—one major reason he'd risked being seen merely ten or so minutes ago. He'd rather face horror stories turned real than find out the result of this test.

He followed his friends to the area all of the graduating teenagers were waiting. Everyone gathered here was turning 20 this season, leaving the teenage years behind and about to be considered adults, where they'd be granted a job rather than an apprenticeship. But he was nervous. He stood beside his friends for some time, watching as every fairy in the tree congregated in this hall, the area getting steadily louder until the dooming hush fell over the huge crowd.

The monarch was here. She strode down the platform to the edge, Axel shivering as he felt her cold gaze sweep over the crowd, demanding absolute silence. This development made him take a step back, hiding behind his friends instead of staying next to them. It was too much for him to handle, especially since she was actually…his aunt. He knew it was coming, but it still sent a cold shudder down his spine when her eyes locked onto him momentarily. It wasn't hard for him to know what she was thinking and he was already wishing he could just flee the area.

She smiled only once everyone was still and not making sound, setting her hands on the podium before she projected her voice, "Thank you for taking time off your busy tasks to gather here today!" She kept watching everyone as she continued, "Today we will identify the power of each new adult fairy so that they might join the rest of us in maintaining our survival here in the Hometree." She swept a hand in the direction of the group of new adults, her bronze wings flaring for dramatic effect. "Now, come up in alphabetical order, as is tradition. First…" She glanced at her list. "Ala."

A blue haired fairy fluttered up to the stage, gave a bow, then turned to grant access to his wings. Axel watched in trepidation, aware he'd be dragged up there way too soon for his liking. Even so, he watched the exchange closely. It was easier to activate magic with the help of another fairy, but you could also do so on your own. The monarch reached over and delicately traced her hands over the pale blue wings. White lines spread from his back towards the end of the wings like veins, forming a shape in the center of his wings as the color faded into becoming a near white blue, the shape revealing the symbol of ice.

Of course this had her smiling again as she gestured for the new ice fairy to go wait in a certain area. They would designate everyone by element before telling them what their actual jobs were. He tensed when she looked at the list again, but she called up someone called Amber instead. His nerves were firing off all over the place, his wings buzzing every now and then with discomfort. In the end he couldn't truly watch what happened with the girl up there, only knowing she was hard to help unlock and that it had become something along the lines of earth and minerals.

She called yet another name, his gaze casting to the floor to lock into his feet, his hands feeling sweaty even as she called someone who wasn't him. Despite what all he'd actually been through, this was by far one of the worst days of his life and he had yet to be called on. After only seconds of this building stress, he shoved his hands behind his back in an attempt to slow it down, gripping his arms tightly to force his head back up. Even as he did, his eyes closed and he let out a shaky breath, refocusing on the present.

A hand touched his shoulder and he flinched, only for another to touch the other shoulder. Slight panic made his eyes snap open to see who was grabbing him. Spark and Sett. A wave of relief washed over him thickly, soothing coldness spreading through his body. He could see in their expressions that they understood what was wrong, so he gave them a thankful nod, glancing at Clay who was looking at him like the guy was ready to beat up whatever was stressing his friend out like this.

It made him smile. Axel was finally getting the beginning of a panic attack to settle, at least to a manageable amount. He took a few deep breaths and waited, now a tad more confident knowing his friends were still with him. Even so, with his name called only moment later, he still jolted, feeling that rush of fear run through his body. He let it run. Using it, he made his legs move, taking a few steps forward before he used his shaky wings, knowing his legs felt too weak to take him the whole way. He landed on the raised platform right in front of his aunt, locking eyes with her before immediately looking away.

He couldn't stand being looked at so worriedly, even if it was only a split second. In the end he turned his back to her so she could get to his wings, looking at the wall to keep himself grounded. But then her voice echoed out to the room, "We're treated this season to a new color, possibly bringing in a new fairy element! Let us hold hope for our new friend and greet them among us no matter the result!" It was a traditional saying that had been said only a few times before, but her tone and the fact that it was him she was talking about, felt like someone was stabbing him from behind.

He choked on a breath, but just closed his eyes and balled his hands into fists, gritting his teeth. He would find out what sort of abomination he was today, and…he desperately hoped that maybe he was just an earth fairy, or had something actually useful. The problem…was that there weren't any elements left. When her hands touched his wings he flinched, the touch feeling cold, too cold. When she pulled his magic from his core and into his wings, it was like someone was pulling on strings attached to his organs. At the same time, it wasn't exactly painful, just exceedingly strange.

He peeked his eyes open and watched the glow from the wall, tensing as it started to dim out. When it finally stopped, there was a sort of shocked air among the crowds. A bit scared, especially after hearing his aunt mutter under her breath, he looked over his shoulder at his wings. They were…not showing any element at all. There were some jagged lines, zig zags, loops, and most prominently a sideways eight right where an element should be. Or at least it resembled one, but it was more like two rings looped through each other.

Even so, it still did not show an element. He watched as she silently motioned for an examination, a sort of pressure building up in his chest. His hands tightened even further as fists, his nails digging into his skin as his eyelids flittered just a bit faster. He narrowed his eyes after a few seconds, slowing down his blinking as he waited, fully on edge along with the entire tree full of fairies. He couldn't even watch as they brought a magic stone polished into a ball shape, wishing to measure his element with it and tell if he had usable magic at all.

The cold stone was pressed against the skin between his frail wings. The air was tense, every last person holding their breath and staring at the stone he couldn't see. After some time passed, there were murmurs spreading, a few of them sending spikes of anxiety through his body. The stone was removed and the fairy who'd been trying to measure it was half frozen, stuttering out, "I-it doesn't show anything! He has no element at all! His magic…it can't be used!"

Everyone feel deathly silent, but Axel felt some entirely different. Icy talons wrapped around his heart, a weight settling in his chest as tears fought their way to his blank face. Then all at once it struck, shock creating fear in everyone present. It took a few seconds of panic before some began shouting, asking if fairies were about to lose their magic, that he was cursed, some actually begging their own relatives would have magic and not end up like him. The last was quieter than the rest, but still present.

With the power only she had, the monarch commanded silence with a single glare, silencing the entire room with that on look. She faced them all. "Stop the dramatics! Keep the peace! There is still a symbol, it will mean something somewhere in our archives. We will be investigating this incident, and as of yet, I believe this is particular for only black haired fairies, of which Axel is the only one. Now, go stand over there and let's continue." She had a pained expression for a moment before it was buried under her usual iciness.

Axel couldn't respond. He was numb as he was led to a different spot, standing separate from everyone by quite a bit. His hands found the edge of his half jacket and clutched it like his life depended on it, becoming empty and blank as he zoned out entirely. After all of this time…there is no 'searching the archives', or they would have already done it. No. That stone never lied. And after all that stress, all of that heart stopping fear that his life would end and he could never explore again, he…had nothing.

It was almost laughable. It's hard to say if this outcome was better or worse. In the end, he didn't know what he'd been expecting at all. He actually nearly laughed, just standing there with his gaze cast downwards, only uncertainty blooming inside him. What job…does a fairy without magic even do? Would he remain an apprentice forever? He couldn't tell if that was good or not, knowing he'd be able to keep that freedom to explore, but also knowing he was now a true outcast. After all of that judgement growing up…nothing was going to compare to the aftermath of this discovery.

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End chapter of the first g/t story I've done!

(will add links to the next chapters at the end of this once I get those uploaded)

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on-coming-dusk · 1 year

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Summary: Wayne left the safety zone thinking he might find a couple of survivors that he could help. If his luck was bad, he'd find a few that needed to be put down before they fully turned. The last thing he expected was to find a group of children, no adults in sight.

Characters: Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington, Maxine Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Gareth (the Great)

Warnings: Implied character death(s), unprocessed grief, implied manipulation, angst

Word Count: 1,301

A/N: This beginning of part one of my Stranger Things zombie AU! I have no idea how many parts it might be (yet). Steve is about 15, Erica roughly 6, and i have the other kids at about 9. Wayne is written to be about 36 here. This is a sort of blend of zombie apocalypse worlds that I have been consuming recently and have been inspired by but it is going to stay closest to the Warm Bodies universe (if you're not familiar it's okay - you don't need to know anything about it to understand!) Enjoy.

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"Mr. Munson, why were you traveling all alone?" Max asked, straight to the point as always. Wayne learned quickly there was no beating around the bush with that one.

"Maxine-"

"No Steve, it's alright. It's a fair question." Wayne leaned against his legs, edging closer to the fire. "We've been traveling together for a while. I can tell you my story. But it ain't a happy one. You sure you wanna hear it?"

Bright blue eyes danced in the dying flames as she looked up at him. "Is it scary?"

"A little bit, yes. But most things are, Max. Especially now." Wayne let out a steady exhale. "How about I tell you tomorrow? When the sun's up and we're on the move again."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

The redhead nodded before turning her sharp gaze to Steve. "You'll sleep tonight?"

"Wh- oh, yeah, of course. I'm gonna take turns keeping watch tonight so that Mr. Munson can sleep too. You go lay with Erica, okay? I'll see you in the morning." She stared for a moment longer before moving to join the other kids, all fast asleep after another long day of walking.

Wayne sat in silence with the teenager, knowing it was time to extinguish the flames now that the last of the little ones were asleep, to be safe, as a precaution. But he was cold. The flames couldn't reach his core and fix the root of his problem, but they were helping for now. Only another minute or two, that was all he could risk, and even that wasn't reasonable. It wasn't the responsible thing to do.

"Mr. Munson-"

"Steve, please, call me Wayne." His voice came out choked, it surprised him, but he kept his gaze on the last flame that danced. He had gone too long now not hearing his own name. If he heard Mr. Munson one more time he was sure he'd shatter, break apart at the seams and fail all over again. "It's the only thing I want in return for helping. Understand me?"

The boy stared at him like he wasn't sure what to make of the man's words. "That's all?"

"Yeah, I already said I want to help you and the little ones out." Wayne forced himself to his feet. He couldn't keep sitting there, if he did he might never move again. And people were relying on him now. He left the safety zone so he could help some of the poor bastards that were still out here. The last thing he expected was to find a group of kids lead by one slightly older kid, but he was here now and he needed to protect them. No one else was going to do it. "Go peak on 'em, make sure they're asleep. I need to speak with you, just the two of us."

Steve nodded, staying silent as he moved toward where the kids slept. Wayne focused on his task, dumping dirt over the embers that remained and ensuring that all the glowing pieces were covered. He pulled the flashlight form his side, aiming it at the ground before turning it on. He never liked the dark, but it was worse now than ever before. Every twig that snapped or leaf that rustled made the hair on his neck stand on end. Monsters lurked in the shadows and they weren't just zombies.

"They're asleep." Steve spoke from behind him, and Wayne bit the inside of his cheek to keep from reacting.

"Good. Don't need them overhearing, just in case." Wayne took a seat again, pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders in a vain attempt to keep warm. "You say you're fifteen?"

"Yes." His response was clipped.

Wayne hummed, looking at the beam of light on the ground. "I take it you never learned to drive before all this mess, did you?" He looked back up, finally meeting the boy's gaze.

Steve blinked like this was the last thing he expected to hear. "What?"

"Legal age to start driving was fifteen in Indiana, if you took that damn driving class and you mentioned that you were from Indiana. Though, something tells me with the end of the world you never got the chance to learn."

"Um, well... my mom was teaching me to drive in our old neighborhood. I - I haven't had a lot of practice. But I know how to drive a little bit."

"Well, some experience is better than none. I assume you learned on an automatic?"

"Yes." Steve answered, eyebrows knit and eyes narrowed.

"Guess I'll have to teach you to drive stick, then. That's if you wanna learn. I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to. We'll just be able to cover more ground if we have two people who can drive. I'll allow us to cut out some risks, being able to stay on the move. Traveling on foot would be safer if there weren't so many little ones. We can't cover enough ground everyday with them, not at the rate we're moving now and they'll just keep getting more tired the longer we're out here. A car does open us up to some new threats, but I think they're worth taking. Our best chance of getting to the safety zone, all things considered, is by car. What do you think, Steve?"

Steve stared over at him, mouth slightly agape. "I- I um... I-"

"Steve, are you alright?" If it were daylight or the fire was still burning Wayne might have noticed the way his shoulders shook as he tried to force rhythm back into his breathing. "Shit."

"I- I'm alright sir, I swear!" He sounded far from it, he was crying for Christ's sake.

"Don't pretend to be okay when you ain't, it's bad for you." Maybe someday he'd listen to his own advice.

Wayne kept the beam of light aimed at the ground, giving Steve what little privacy he could spare. "I know its a lot to ask of you. And I'm sorry to put so much responsibility on you, but you're the closest thing to another adult I got right now."

“No. That’s not it. I can help. I want to help.” Steve sniffled, wiping his face on the sleeve of his sweater. “I- I’m sorry. I just… I have to keep them safe, Wayne. They’ve been looking up at me for answers for weeks now, and I have no idea what I’m doing. We were going to die out here until you stumbled upon us and they’re just so young, Erica is barely six, Wayne. They’re still babies.”

“You got that right.” He placed a tentative hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We can do this, Steve. I know it seems like the odds are stacked against us, and maybe they are, but that ain't gonna stop us.” He took a slow breath in, forcing his voice to stay even. “I made a promise to someone I lost that I am gonna help as many people as I can. I might have only stumbled upon your group by accident but we’re here now. Our paths have crossed. And we’re going to get to the safety zone, all of us. You hear me?” Wayne squeezed his shoulder, and Steve met his gaze, giving a sure nod even as tears still ran down cheeks. “You need a minute?”

“No, I’m alright.” He swallowed hard. “Do you have a car? Or do we like, steal something?”

“With a little luck I’ll still have a car. If something has happened I fully plan on stealing something. You think you can live with that, kid?”

Steve’s nod was immediate. Maybe it was bad luck to acknowledge it, but Wayne could feel it in his chest. They were going to be okay.

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End A/N: To be honest, I want to upload it to AO3 at some point but am in the middle of writing several other works. I know myself well enough to know that I am going to keep writing this in bite sized pieces that I'll probably just keep uploading here all linked together for now. :)

I would love any thoughts, opinions, general vibes or just a nice conversation! My inbox is always open!!!

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Effervescent

Chapter 1: A new face

Tsu'tey x OC

Effervescent masterlist

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A streak of burnt orange and soft pink cut through the blanket of darkness falling over the moon. Faint outlines of stars promised a cold night, already Alva felt the beginnings of shivers as her skin pebbled from the chilled breeze.

"Alva?"

Her legs stopped their swinging attacks against the frigid steel. "Up here, Grace," Alva said.

"I know you have another hour," Grace Augustine was the head-scientist in her department on Hell's Base and she knew that Alva was going to protest the early night. "But today is welcome the recruits night and I am not doing that shit alone. Max is showing them around the lab as we speak."

Alva hummed and inclined her head. Over the edge of the building she had perched herself upon that night she could just barely see Grace's sleek black hair. "I do have another hour. That was the deal we made, big brother and I."

Her eyes fluttered away from the Avatar driver and back to the forest she had been marveling at. The majestic, tall trees towered over the large electric fence and had just started to come alive again after a day of rest. Vibrant blue, pink, purple and even neon green lit up the outlines of them. Like the old seasonal lighting festivals back in the 21st century, or a canvas being brought to life by blotches and imperfect curves of clashing colors, the entire forest cast away the earthy tones in favor for the more dramatic palette. Every bush and budding tree, and the well-traveled paths beneath the heavy crowns of towering helutral. Not a single living thing was exempt from the gifted bioluminescence, each little element – be it a leaf or the translucent dome-shaped flora with shivering tentacles – were as loved by Eywa as the other. As if answering the calling of their mother, the bundles and clusters of bright dots lining her Avatar body lit up like little stars on a dark evening sky.

"It's just started," she mourned, wiggling her fingers to watch the dots dance over her knuckles. "I can't leave now."

A heavy sigh.

"If you do this one thing for me, Alva, I'll make sure you get to stay up an extra hour tomorrow. I'm sure your little friends will forgive you."

"Maybe."

The dull concrete paths of the Avatar enclosure faded away as darkness won the battle, each and every little piece of man-made disasters forgotten under their heavy cloak of success. For as long as the night endured the relentless attacks of the sun, the inhabitants of the moon could forget the invading forces and their blasphemous gray buildings and deep-rooted mines, though they did not stop their pursuit for unobtanium during the nights. But the wooden shack on the far right corner of the enclosure stood out like a sore-thumb with its artificial yellow lights dangling from the beams, a contrast from the harsh white strobe-lights placed around the perimeter of the base on the high walls.

Alva heard Grace grip the old, corroded metal pipe. "I have chocolate in my office. The expensive kind with berries and nuts in them."

"If you're trying to bribe me, Grace," she chuckled, "then it's working."

Grace chuckled as well, though this body's chuckle held none of the huskiness or hoarseness that came with the decades long habit of chain-smoking cigarettes.

Alva stood from her precarious position on the edge of the sloped roof, bare feet navigating the rusty panels and stray debris with an expertise that spoke of years of practice. When she had skipped to the end with the group of pipes, she grabbed the sturdiest of them, ignored the protesting groan it let out when she shook it, and scaled down the side of the building with cat-like grace. Damp grass greeted her at the end of the descent, in which she dug her toes.

"It's going to storm tonight, did you know?"

A flash of a red cropped shirt foretold Grace's rounding the corner of the building. The taller Avatar leaned against the wall and shook her head. "Our scans would have shown us but there's not going to be one for at least a week."

"They are wrong," she chirped. A pile of dry leaves was her next victim, eager feet coming down on them with childish delight when they wrinkled, crinkled and then broke with a marvelous crunch. Brown and wilted, but held the tiniest spot of green on the stem spoke of their clinging to life though the rest of them had already left. Soon even those would rejoin the great mother before being reborn into something else. "The fkio take cover under Eywa's arms. Her voice will thunder across the sky and even the last shadow will hide. She has told me this and more."

"If Eywa told you this then this conversation should wait until we're back inside the base so I won't have to worry about her 'thundering' words sweeping you up into the forest."

"I wouldn't mind."

Thin lips curled into half a smile as Grace placed a hand on her cocked hip. "We're aware," she said. "But I think your brother would."

Alva blew a raspberry. "He's such a buzzkill. Just one teeny tiny little trip out of the cage wouldn't kill him, but leaving me in here to wilt like a little rose might."

"He's concerned about you. Spending all that time out here all alone, day in and day out isn't healthy for anyone, much less you." Grace curled her long fingers around Alva's bicep, unintended pressure making the arm-ring dig into the soft flesh there. Something within the forest screeched.

"I'm not alone," she protested. "I have Eywa and all of her children with me. They tell me things, things about out there," Alva pointed to the forest, "and they're waiting for me. I know they are. I can feel it."

Grace tugged on her arm and the two started walking towards the sleeping shed.

"If you actually bothered attending our meetings then you'd know that Jake Sully, Selfridge's new marine, is going to join my department and the big man himself is insisting I bring him with me on the next field trip." She said, maneuvering Alva around the corner of another bland building. In the far right corner the basketball court grew out of the darkness, and to the left the lengthy obstacle course with the little weight-lifting square in front. A couple of weights laid discarded in the middle of it, drowning beneath the embrace of green vines that held knife-sharp thorns. "And since he insists on sticking his nose in my business I'm going to be the biggest pain-in-the-ass he has ever seen. So, I'm taking you with me."

Alva's jaw slackened in shock, the budding seeds of hope blossoming in her golden eyes. "Really?!" She squealed, clapping twice while jumping. "Truly, truly, truly? I get to leave? Me? The forest?"

Grace laughed. "Yes, you, Alva."

'Did you hear that?' she asked as she tilted her head up to the starry sky, 'tomorrow I will finally know your voice'.

The younger Avatar driver tore her arm free of the hold, spun twice and then grabbed Grace's calloused hands in her soft ones. With a smile as bright as the sun Alva dragged Grace towards the shack, a newfound strength and impatience fuelling her skips and twirls and dancing. Grace didn't protest the sudden shift, only followed along with the movements as best as she could for she did not possess the grace or dancer's intuition that Alva did. Clumsy pirouettes and staggering leaps over chipped stones the extent of her participation. But Alva did not mind the dead-weight she pulled behind her, almost as if she had altogether forgotten about Grace's presence in the midst of her excitement.

"Come on," Alva groaned, " Max will have bored him to death with his science talk if you won't hurry up."

"You're going to be absolutely horrible about this, aren't you?" Grace asked, eyebrows pinched together. "But you're right, receiving actual information might cause his seagull sized brain to implode."

"Be nice. He just lost his brother."

Grace shook her head, a sliver of compassion in her beady eyes before it was swallowed by years-old pain. "You tell your brother to stop fucking up my projects and I'll consider it. We needed diplomacy, not another gun-toting maniac with a superiority complex."

"Fine." Alva said. "Now, come on!"

They entered the wooden shack, Alva nodding at the mask-wearing humans carrying around their screens while they scurried around the room to check brain-activity and vitals. As always, Grace was the one who ushered them out so that she could lock the steel doors. All of the beds except two near the end of the two lines were occupied by 'sleeping' avatars, each of them grown to be the perfect human-na'vi match for their humans so they were as diverse as their drivers; some of them taller, some shorter, some skinny while some were muscular.

Grace sat down on her bed on the left line while Alva fell onto hers in a mess of uncoordinated limbs. Somehow she managed to wrangle her tattered blanket out from under her, flopping onto her back with a muted groan before shrugging the thin piece of woven fabric over her body.

"Night, kiddies!" Alva called out to them but received no answers except for Grace as she was always the one to return the last and so all the scientists and doctors had already returned to their human bodies. Alva far exceeded the recommended amount of time spent in her avatar body by far but most spent a couple of hours during the sunlight or during expeditions but otherwise spent most of their time pouring over the data they had collected, while Alva spent hers staring wistfully at trees and faint outlines of ikranä.

She shut her eyes and let her mind go blank, mourning the dulling of her connection to Eywa.

-:-

Darkness greeted her, and the hoarse shouts of "Who's got my goddamn cigarette?! Guys, what's wrong with this picture?"

"Ugh," Alva muttered when the aching in her muscles slowly trickled back, and she nimbly reached up to push the clam-shell upper lid of her link unit open, only to be greeted by blinding artificial light blasting right into her sensitive eyes.

Alva sat up, bejeweled fingers digging into the soft, foamy interior of the bed. Her stomach ached with hunger, discontented rumbles muffled by her left hand covering it. With squinted eyes she looked to her left. She recognized the civilian scientist Max with his mop of dark curls and cracked glasses perched low on a crooked nose, but the other two men were unknown to her. One of them came clothed in a matching tan-colored hat and vest, along with a small bag hanging around his neck and a red shirt. Surrounded by people in flowing white lab coats and sour faces, his child-like awe was a welcome change.

"'Ello, Max!" Alva greeted the man, waving at him. "How's it going?"

Max dipped his head in greeting. "Uh, just fine, Alva. Thank you."

"Sweet." She nodded before wincing as her heel knocked into the linkin unit which sent a pulse of toe-curling pain through her foot.

"Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm Spellman and Ja-"

Grace didn't let the man finish before she rounded on them, donning her own lab coat and a cigarette hanging loosely from thin lips. "Norm," she looked pleased as she looked him over, her harsh scowl losing some of its malice. Grace returned a clipboard to one of her attendants before taking her glasses off. "I've heard good things about you. How's your Na'vi?"

"May the All mother smile upon our first meeting." The tall, lanky man with the odd clothes stuttered his reply.

"Not bad. But you sound a little formal."

"I've studied for five years but there is still much to learn." Norm chuckled.

Max shifted his weight from where he was leaning against the railing. "Uh, Grace," he interrupted. "This is Jake Su-"

So small and as little of a threat had Jake made himself that Alva hadn't even noticed him hiding behind Max. Or, rather he hung back, clearly out of his element amongst the scientists and stuck-up doctors running around the room. But now that he had been revealed, Alva could barely tear her eyes away from his – so deep and age-old was the pain in them that she could feel herself drowning in his anguish.

"Yeah, yeah, I know who you are, Jake Sully. But I don't need you, I need your brother. You know, the PhD who trained three years for this mission?" Usually not a cruel woman, but one tired of Selfridge continued dabbling in her projects and a constant political nightmare, Grace held not even a sliver of kindness in her dark eyes as she stared the ex-marine down.

"Grace," Alva warned. "Remember what we talked about, hm?"

Jake's offered hand fell in his lap. "He's dead. I know it's a big inconvenience to everyone."

In one swift movement Alva leapt out of the bed, stumbled over to the disabled man and tore his hand from where it clutched a wrinkle in his pant-leg. She shook it with abandon. Jake had a prominent tattoo on his shoulder that spelled out 'born a loser', and a neat cursive tag saying 'Sully' on the back of his yellow carbon fiber wheelchair. There was no mistaking his strength, though, as his upper-body remained firm, wide and with rippling muscles under pale skin.

"I'm Alva," she said. "Alva Enem, Grace's pride and joy. And you're Jake Sully, my brother's newest toy. That rhymed," Alva giggled.

"Nice to meet you, Alva." Jake shook her hand. "Are you a scientist too?"

The cheeky comment waiting on the tip of Alva's tongue was wrenched from her when Grace spoke again. "How much lab training have you had? Ever run a gas chromatograph?"

Clear blue eyes flickered away from Alva to rest on Grace. "No."

"Any actual lab work at all?"

"High-school chemistry. Dissected a frog once before I ditched."

"You see? You see? They're pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain." Grace wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, steely determination setting in. "I'm going to Selfridge. Alva, please escort the new idiot to his room." She pushed past Jake and Max.

"No, Grace!" Max protested. "That's not a good idea."

She wheeled back around with her finger pointing at the disgruntled scientist. "No, man, this is such bullshit! I'm gonna kick his corporate butt. He has no business sticking his nose in my department."

Grace strode out the room with loud clomping steps.

Max turned to Jake with a grimace stretched on his face. He cleared his throat and edged towards the corridor leading into the connected bio-lab. "Be back here at 0800. Try to use big words."

"Yeah, sure." He nodded, and Max scurried out of the room and after his superior. Then Jake turned back to Alva who had taken to rocking back and forth on the tips of her sock-claden feet. "She, uh, doesn't seem to like me very much."

Alva waved a hand. "She was in a bad mood even before meeting you, don't worry about it."

Thin bony fingers swept through the air in a downwards motion before Alva's hand was snatched by Norm, who squeezed once before shaking it. "I'm Norm Spellman. It's really nice to meet you, Alva."

Alva slipped her other hand on the other side of Norm's and gave their joined hands a curt shake. The black lens of an old-time camera peeked up from the bag around his neck. She didn't recognize the brand. "Hi, Norm. What's that camera for?"

"Oh!" He exclaimed, sweaty fingers pulling it out of its confines. "It was my great-great-great-grandfather's. There's no battery left but I always take it with me whenever I leave home. Sort of a lucky charm, I guess."

"Cute," she said before her eyes caught the four-digit number displayed on a large screen above the door. 21:43. She cringed. "It was really nice meeting you Norm, but I gotta show Jake his dorm and it's my hair-wash day so see you tomorrow. May Eywa give you pleasant dreams!"

In a flurry of draping sleeves and tight curls, Alva swept out of the room with all the grace of a hurricane. Jake wheeled after her as fast as he could but he hadn't yet learnt how to efficiently move around in the new wheelchair, which was so unlike his old one.

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