#they get backpacks and dufflebags of stuff

[softquietsteadylove]

Only FIVE prompts left??? We can’t have that! (Unless you want a break then we absolutely can have that) BUT here’s another words prompt just in case you want more! I may be back with an AU specific prompt as well 👀 words are: luck, train, discovery

"You two, take the back cars, bring back anything useful."

Thena said nothing, all but rolling her eyes at the order. But she moved in the direction of the back of the train, pulling Gil with her by the hand.

He was less eager to argue with Ikaris, but he chuckled as Thena kept a close pace with him. "Bit bossy, huh?"

"He thrives off of ordering people around, I believe," she muttered, although she didn't let go of his hand, even as they walked. "At least with you here, he's not barking as much."

To say that he was not a fan of Ikaris would be an understatement, but Gil was quietly happy that the group leader seemed to give him a little more wariness than the others. He didn't think of himself as a fighter, by any means, but if that prick thought he could get away with being a bully, then Gil was happy to get in his face again.

The sun hit the top of Thena's head, reflecting off of it in a blinding way. But the sun was a good thing--it meant they had good visibility and that most of those things would be stumbling around idly rather than riled up.

"Feels kinda nostalgic, right?" he chuckled as they arrived at the back two cars. "Remember that time we spent on the Amtrack line?"

"Of course," she smiled, watching as he pried the sliding door open for them. That was the main reason he had been asked along on this scavenging trip--and that it was probably going to be lucrative, and the more they could carry at once, the better.

"Nice and quiet place to sleep, at least for a few nights," he reminisced. He groaned as he got the door open, but as soon as he did, Thena slid in front of him, knives up and at the ready.

He remembered their time on the train most fondly because it was the first time Thena had quietly and shyly settled herself beside him to sleep. It was his most treasured memory, even if she didn't know he had it.

She kept her knives up, tapping the metal tips against the walls and overhead rails, just to test if anything was lying in wait. "Rear?"

Gil looked behind them, but it seemed pretty clear. He looked around again, his eyes dashing down to another - completely different - rear before he blushed and cleared his throat. "Looks good."

"Okay," she murmured, reaching the front of the car. She looked through the window of it, catching Kingo in the next car forward. He waved; Gil waved back, while Thena gave him a very stiff not. "Let's start checking."

If there was anything worth taking, it was probably already gone. But things got lost and forgotten in the panic of fleeing. Anything that was left had the potential to have at least a few good things left. A toiletries bag inside a suitcase, some snacks that had been stashed away. Even just the clothes were an asset.

"What do you think it's like for them?" Gil asked, mostly for the sake of talking. He glanced at the end of the car, "scavenging like this even though they've never been out in it?"

Thena eyed the direction of his gaze but returned to methodically digging through bags. "Every time we do this, I see them hesitate. I think there's still a sense that the people who owned these wouldn't want them dug through, or something."

Gil nodded. He understood it, sure--the sympathy he could have for all these people who hadn't been lucky enough to survive what he had. But he agreed with Thena that they didn't have the luxury of thinking like that every time they needed supplies. The things shuffling around in their bodies now had no need for the shreds of their human lives anymore.

He blinked as something was tossed at him. Thena didn't even look up, still digging through things and separating them into piles. But he shook out the little bundle, pleased by the light material of the green plaid shirt. "Yeah?"

"It'll be lighter than the one you have now," she muttered.

He was indeed still wearing a flannel over his t-shirt. It was just something he could wear around the hospital, on kitchen duty or whatever. But he had to admit, out here and under the sun, he was starting to sweat a little.

Thena tilted her head at him as he pulled his darker green one off and pulled on the lighter one. "Hm."

He let her move over to him, rolling the sleeves up to his elbow for herself. He probably would have anyway, but he didn't mind if she wanted to do it. "What do you think?"

She looked up at him, smiling more than she had since they left this morning. "It's a nice colour for you."

"Don't I have to turn it over and, like, request it or something?" he asked as he adjusted the collar of it. He didn't know all the ins and outs of it, but Thena had told him about the system they had for inventory.

From what he understood, everything came back to the hospital, and if someone found something they wanted to keep, they were at the top of the list for it once it had been accounted for. Supposedly it caused less petty theft and argument over resources.

Thena shrugged, though, tying his old shirt around her waist. "Ikaris kept a hat last time and Kingo found a jacket he liked that he was never going to turn over. It's not stated, but if you find it and you're willing to fight for it, no one will argue."

He wasn't sure if that really applied to him - a temporary grunt worker - but he didn't argue. The shirt was already nice and cool on his skin. "Anything I should keep an eye on? Is there anything we aren't keeping?"

"Everything is good to have, but we also can't carry every single thing we find. Divide everything into sections and the priorities will be half from lighter things, half from heavier and outerwear. Shoes and undergarments are a must, but dresses and skirts and suits we can leave."

Things that were less useful weren't a priority. Choice was great, but fashion wasn't a burden for them to bear for those back at the hospital.

Although, Gil watched Thena retrieve another suitcase, if he happened to see something he thought she would like, he wasn't above squirrelling it away for her.

"Oh."

"What?" he leaned over from his sorting to look at her new find. It was a hard shell suitcase, but there weren't any clothes in it at all. It seemed to contain souvenirs or home decorations. Photo frames were in there, although the glass had broken from being tossed and abandoned in the scuffle of things.

"You don't see this often," she sighed. It was never pleasant to have to truly toss away someone's life in your findings. She sifted through things delicately, mindful of the little shards of glass.

"Careful," he couldn't resist muttering over her shoulder. He got a look for it, but he shrugged. He reached in for himself, pulling out a little dragon figurine. "Jade--supposed to be good vibes."

Thena pulled out a broken handheld fan, as well some beautiful painted - and broken - porcelain. "I can see why it was left behind, but it's amazing they even bothered to pack it in the first place."

It was probably evidence of an early phase of evacuation. One where people were still being promised safe havens and places to reestablish themselves.

"Hey," he grinned, fishing out another artifact. He held it delicately, noting the crack already running down the face of it. "This looks just like the one that used to be on the counter in my old restaurant."

The lucky cat's smile was in tact, despite everything. Its paws were held aloft and the gold detailing of it still shone under the dirt and dust.

"Here," Thena handed him the little red pillow that went with the decoration.

Gil held the thing in his palms. It was nostalgic in a completely different way, reminiscent of a totally different time in his life. But something about looking down at the little face was like seeing an old friend. "I used to say hi to him before every shift."

Thena smiled. "I'm sure you were great friends."

He turned sheepish; it was a little silly, and most didn't enjoy remembering the before times, as it were. No use mourning something so irreparably lost. "Wish we could take you with us, little guy."

Thena watched as he set the little cat, on its pillow, back into the suitcase.

"No room for non-essentials," he excused before standing and dusting off his knees. "I'll clear this back one."

"Careful," Thena responded reflexively. He gave her the same look she had given him but she just shrugged.

He snorted and grinned at her; she was cute, for a huge hypocrite. He slid the door between the cars open, holding onto his skillet. It even felt like old times to be holding it again, ready to swing it at any potential threats.

Ikaris and Kingo kept trying to give him guns and he kept saying no; he didn't know how to handle one anyway, and he was better with short range force than long range accuracy. Thena had her knives and the speed and grace of a gymnast, and he had a cast iron skillet and upper body strength. It had gotten them this far.

He looked back as Thena joined him, her backpack already zipped up with a bulging top. She nodded, "your shirt's in here, too."

They went back to work, sorting through bags. Thena was mostly silent, but she didn't mind when he brought up light conversation either. It really felt like when they were on the road, just the two of them, half a lifetime ago.

"Oi, you two," Ikaris poked his head in, "finished?"

"Yes," Thena responded concisely. "Load up the car, we'll be there."

Ikaris merely nodded. They were a similar brand of efficient but unfriendly, in a funny kind of way. Kingo at least gave them a thumbs up as he followed. How those two found themselves being friends was beyond Gil.

"Ready?" she asked him much more gently, holding out her hand.

He accepted it, standing with a groan again. "Maybe I'm going soft--not used to being out here like this."

She gifted him with one of her adorable little laughs. "I didn't think you missed prying open doors for me."

He shrugged though, rolling his shoulders as he followed her out. "Kitchen duty isn't nearly as much of a workout. Maybe I should start squatting the potatoes, just to stay in shape."

Her eyes flicked over him just for a second, "you're plenty in shape."

He blushed again, trying not to congratulate himself in his head over a silly little nothing compliment.

"Bags in back," Ikaris directed, mostly for Gil's sake.

He tossed his bag in freely, although he and the other two looked as Thena set hers down and took out a bundle before zipping it again.

She looked Ikaris dead in the eye, practically demanding he start a fight over it. "Gil's shirt he came with today."

He and Kingo looked over, noticing for the first time that indeed the shirt he was wearing was not what he had arrived in. But the stubborn Scot nodded, "fine."

Thena clutched the balled up shirt to her and tossed the backpack in with the other bags now full of supplies.

"Man, that was a good haul," Kingo declared loudly, stretching before he hopped in front. "I even found some shampoo!"

That was indeed a good find, and probably would be high on the request list. Gil had his hand on the door when he felt a hand on his arm. "What's up?"

Thena gave him a sheepish smile and tugged at the shirt bundle. Wrapped up inside was a little peek of a white, porcelain ear. She covered it again, clear that this was not the time to celebrate their find.

Gil grinned though, as if his face would split apart. Of course she had kept it for him. Because Thena was much more sweet and sentimental than anyone here knew. He pulled the door open, holding his hand out, "after you."

Ikaris and Kingo both rolled their eyes in front.

Gil held Thena's hand as she climbed into the backseat. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her cheek as she passed, "you're the best."

They settled in the seats, leaving the middle one unoccupied despite no one bothering with seat belts anymore. Gil leaned his elbow against the door, tilting his head so he wouldn't get caught making eyes at Thena. The jackasses in the front would just make fun of him anyway.

"You okay, T?" Kingo asked, looking in the rear view mirror. "You look a little sunburned."

Gil looked over, indeed catching a pinkness in her cheeks that wasn't usually there. His heart skipped.

She cleared her throat, obviously not a fan of getting called out. "I don't usually get this much sun."

Ikaris started the SUV, "sign out a hat next time."

And that was that. They were on their way back to the hospital. Ikaris was maybe not as much of an asshole as he could have been. Kingo seemed nice the more Gil got to see of him. He peeked over at Thena again, still holding his balled up shirt on her lap, concealing her very sweet gift to him.

Now he had to come on another scavenging trip to find something she would like.

#Thenamesh Zombie AU #thank you so much for the ask!!! #you know I love this au #and I thought of this as soon as I saw train #Gil gets asked if he'll come with them on a scavenging mission #and he's like yes!!!! a day out with my wife #they get backpacks and dufflebags of stuff #Gil is so happy he got to spend the day with Thena for once #he's on cloud nine when he reports for dinner duty #meanwhile Thena is in a daze #her brain: litol kiss?? you get littole keesss??? moar? get moor kiss?????? #Makkari sees her and is like jeez what's with you #Thena is like nothing nothing at all #practically floating through the halls #also Gil totally goes to inventory and is like are there any dresses? #he asks Makkari if she sees any flowers would she pick some for him #anything he can give his super sweet wife #also the lucky cat sits in their room #he says good morning to it everyday

[steddiewithachance]

"Likewise"

(Steve shows up to Wayne and Eddie's house with all of his belongings on his back and it makes Eddie remember when he was in the same position)

Dedicated to my lovely and wonderful AND awesome friend, Birdie

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Eddie and Wayne have always been pretty inseparable, since Eddie was 11 and made a trek across Indiana to find him. But after all the Vecna shit happened, after the manhunt and the three week hospital visit, Wayne had been especially clingy. Wayne's version of being clingy is constantly asking Eddie to do mundane things with him, it's intense love and worry and near loss disguised as casual invitations.

Eddie is endeared by it even though he'll play his part: roll his eyes and act annoyed like it's a chore.

This afternoon Wayne had knocked on Eddie's door and asked "Hey Eds wanna come out'n watch the game with me?"

And Eddie flung open the door with a huge sarcastic grin. "Me? A sports ball match TV game? You know I wouldn't miss it for the world, Uncle Wayne!" Wayne scoffed and Eddie grabbed his acoustic guitar so that he could entertain himself while he kept Wayne company in the living room.

Which is where they are now. Eddie is spread across the couch. He's aimlessly moving his fingers around the fretboard until he finds a chord that sounds nice while a sports announcer drones on in the background. Sometimes Eddie will look up to find Wayne in his old recliner watching him instead of the game. Eddie doesn't say anything, just gives him a reassuring smile.

It's raining kind of hard today, which normally would be stressful. Eddie and Wayne would be running around the house with buckets trying to catch water from all the new places the rain was leaking in. But with their shiny new government gifted place, they could sit back and enjoy the weather.

Eddie violently startles when someone knocks on the door. He sets his guitar to the side and Wayne turns the TV volume down. "Who is it?" Eddie calls out while walking towards the door.

"Steve." He hears in response.

When Eddie opens the door he's confronted with a very distraught-looking boyfriend. He looks like he's been crying, he has two dufflebags and a backpack, and he's soaking wet from the rain. Eddie immediately steps back and lets him in.

"Sweetheart, what's going on?" Eddie asks closing the door behind them even though he has a pretty good idea what the bags mean. Steve sniffles and lets his stuff fall to the floor. He startles when he realizes Wayne is in the room too. He's quiet for a few moments, maybe composing himself, Eddie thinks. Always trying to be brave and strong even when he doesn't have to, this one.

"Can I sleep over tonight?" Steve asks like it's taking a lot of effort to do so, even if he's slept over a dozen times already. "My parents... I need a place to stay and Robin's out of town and I felt kinda weird letting any of the kids see me like this" Steve wipes his nose but his sleeve is just as wet and he looks miserable, so Eddie reaches out and wipes Steve's nose with his own sleeve.

"I'm gross, sorry" Steve apologizes.

"Of course you can stay here, Stevie, is that even a question? Let's get you something dry to wear-" Eddie tells him, when he's suddenly and overwhelmingly hit with the dreamy feeling of deja vu. He looks back at Wayne wondering if he's thinking the same thing. Wayne's meets his gaze and his mouth twitches into a half smile.

Eddie grabs Steve's stuff and pulls him into his bedroom. After he sets everything down, he gently runs his hands up under Steve's shirt, until it's all bunched up right under his chin. Eddie pulls the wet fabric over his shoulders and off his arms. Eddie leans forward and plants kisses on each of Steve's perfectly freckled shoulders.

Once Steve is all changed and sat on the foot of the bed, Eddie stands over him and wraps a blanket over his head and shoulders like a little burrito. He looks adorable like this, all cozy.

"You want to talk about what happened, or not yet?" Eddie whispers, to keep the energy in the room gentle and light. Steve shakes his head without thinking and looks up at him for reassurance. Eddie leans down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "That's okay, Babylove. You know you gave me crazy deja vu walking through that door with your duffle bags in the rain?" Eddie places his hands on either side of Steve's blanketed head.

"When I came to live with Wayne it was raining too. I always thought rain was a bad omen, you know? But then in english class one year, we talked about how in literature, rain is like symbolic of change and new beginnings. And I thought, 'yeah actually that makes a lot of sense'." Eddie speaks quietly while Steve looks up at him, listening. "Do you want to hear the story of how I met Wayne?"

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1977

When Eddie steps out of the school building he sees that the cloudy sky has gotten darker since recess. That's a bad omen, he thinks to himself, but hears it in his dad's southern drawl.

He makes his way towards the front school gates, twisting his backpack strings together, a nervous habit. A swarm of children, mostly younger than him, begin to unlock their bikes from where they're chained and wheel them towards the street. Eddie pushes his way through the crowd to do the same.

He feels kind of sick grabbing the handlebars of a bike he knows full well shouldn't belong to him. He should have known that when he asked his dad for a bike it would have been stolen from some other poor kid. He feels terrible thinking about the night his dad brought it home and put a sticker over where another kid's name was carved into the paint. He shakes his head and rides over to the tree where he promised to meet his best friend, Daniel.

Daniel's already there waiting for him, talking loudly to some kid from the other sixth-grade class.

"See you Monday!" Daniel yells out as the kid hops on his bike and takes off down the street. Daniel has a smile on his face, always has been better at making friends than Eddie. He's a sweet kid, but kind of naïve.

"Hey," Eddie mutters propping his bike against the tree. Daniel turns towards him and his eyes immediately catch on Eddies forehead.

"I still can't get used to you without hair. It's weird." Daniel says petting Eddie's buzzed head. "I kinda think it looked better before."

"Yeah yeah, I already told you my dad made me." Eddie swats his hand away. "Did you ask your brother? About driving me to Hawkins?"

"Oh yeah... he said it's too far. Sorry." Daniel barely looks regretful. Eddie's heart drops.

"What?! But did you tell him I could give him money and weed?" Eddie's starting to panic. If Daniel's older brother Paul, who just got his license wouldn't drive him to Hawkins, he was gonna have to think of a new plan, and fast.

"Oh no I forgot that part, oops. Well he's picking me up in 10 minutes, just ask him yourself." Daniel complains, and Eddie doesn't blame him for not taking it seriously. Daniel doesn't understand the urgency of the situation, Eddie hasn't really told anyone why he needs to get to Hawkins so badly.

Eventually Paul pulls up in front of them, hitting the curb a little which just screams new driver and Eddie grimaces. Beggars can't be choosers, he supposes. He follows Daniel to the car. The kid gracelessly plops into the passenger seat and Eddie leans down to talk to his brother through the open door.

Paul has long blonde hair that makes Eddie miss his own hair desperately and a scar on his lip that he apparently got while skiing one winter. As always, he looks handsome, Eddie admits to himself and tries not to blush. He shakes the thought.

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"Was he more handsome than me?" Steve interrupts Eddie recounting the story. He's pouting.

"Steve," Eddie exhales exasperatedly, "Not even close. Let me finish the story though."

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"Hi Paul."

"Hey kid."

Eddie's face twists up, doesn't want Paul to think of him like a kid.

"Look Paul, I really need your help. I need to see my uncle and I would really be grateful if you could drive me." And before Paul can object Eddie adds, "I have money and weed that I can give you in exchange."

Paul clearly considers this. "How much?"

"How much weed? Uh I dunno a baggie?" Eddie puts his fingers up to demonstrate how much weed he remembers there being in the bag.

"No no, how much money?" Paul chuckles fondly. Meanwhile Daniel is ping ponging his head back and forth between his brother and Eddie.

"I have like forty bucks. I know it's not a ton, and it's a far drive, but this is really important." Eddie pleads. Paul stares out the windshield for a few moments.

"And you wanted to go tonight?" He asks Eddie who nods fervently. "When would you need a ride back?"

And Eddie looks at Daniel who seems bored by the whole ordeal, who is picking at the netting on his backpack. Eddie knows that if this plan works out, he won't be coming back at all. But Daniel's been good to him and Eddie hates disappointing people, so he does what his father taught him to do: he lies.

"I'm sure my uncle will drive me back, s'all good." And Paul nods his head.

"Okay kid. Let me drop Daniel home and I'll come pick you up from your place." And Eddie's heart skyrockets. Okay shit, he's actually doing this.

"Thank you! Thank's Paul. That's cool of you. Thank you." Eddie smiles big, shows all his teeth even though he's still missing a few. Paul nods and Daniel reaches forward to close the door when Eddie realizes this might be the last time he sees his best friend.

"Wait!" Eddie interrupts and grabs the door.

Paul and Daniel look at him worriedly. "Can- can I have a hug before you go?" Eddie asks Daniel shakily. He feels his throat tighten and his eyes go a little blurry. Fuck! He's always so emotional, despite Al's best efforts to chastise the sensitivity out of him.

"I guess." Daniel says, weirded out by Eddie's sudden change of tone. He unbuckles his seat belt and holds his arms out. Eddie fiercely tugs him in and realizes that Daniel can probably feel him shaking now. "But I'll see you Monday right?"

Eddie takes a deep breath, tries to will his voice to come out strong. He pulls back giving Daniel a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder. "Yeah man, see you. And see you tonight Paul. Thanks again." And instead of looking Daniel in the eyes again he turns away and grabs "his" bike.

*

Eddie's waiting outside with his bags and a map with directions that he carefully planned out a few nights ago. He's praying to any and all gods that his dad doesn't make it home before Paul get's there. Every time he sees a car turn onto the street he panics and prepares to run.

Despite the bad weather, and Eddie's paranoia, Paul pulls up first and Eddie lets out a huge sigh of relief. Eddie smiles at him and puts his bags in the back seat. The teen looks at him with soft eyes, clearly not as gullible as his kid brother. Knows what's really happening.

"Do you have everything?" Paul asks when Eddie sits in the passenger seat and hands over two twenties and a little bag of weed he stole from his dad's dresser. Eddie nods. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Eddie thinks it would be nice to have a brother like Paul. Never got to know him too well, but he seems to care.

"Yeah man, double and triple checked." Eddie looks into the rear view mirror just in time to see his dad's black pickup truck round the corner. He sinks into the seat. "Shit man, go! Drive!"

Paul startles into action and hits the gas. It doesn't seem like Al notices because he pulls into the parking garage speeding recklessly like he always does. When they're a few streets down, Eddie sits up again and opens the map.

"Am I gonna get arrested for kidnapping you?" Paul worries, wide eyed, as he makes his way towards the highway.

"My dad's afraid of cops. I really doubt he'd call em." Eddie responds before briefing Paul on the directions (ironically) to Hawkins' police station, where hopefully someone will know where his uncle Wayne lives.

*

It's a quiet drive. Eddie finds that he's not sure what to talk to a 16 year old about and would rather pay attention to directions. He can tell Paul wants to ask what he's running from, but refrains, which Eddie's thankful for. When they're about ten minutes out from Hawkins, it starts raining.

Eddie feels guilty that Paul will probably have to drive two hours home in the rain. He voices this concern, but Paul, the saint he is, reassures him it's no big deal.

Eventually they pull up to the police station and Eddie hauls his bags out of the back seat before coming back around to the passenger side door. He leaves the map with Paul and the set of hand written directions on how to get home that Eddie made for him.

"Thanks again for everything, Paul. Drive safely."

"Eddie do you want me to wait to make sure you get where you're going?" He asks softly and Eddie doesn't remember a time where anyone spoke to him with such care. He wants to cry for some reason. Wants to take him up on the offer, but doesn't want to inconvenience the teenager more than he already has.

"I'm okay, but thank you." As soon as Eddie slams the car door shut and turns towards the station, he starts to cry. He hears the gravel crunching as Paul pulls out of the parking lot behind him. Maybe this was all a mistake. He takes a deep breath, wipes his eyes and steps through the glass door.

"Hello, can I help you?," the woman behind the front desk asks, pushing her glasses down to get a good look at Eddie who is dripping rainwater onto the linoleum floor.

"Yeah. I'm here hoping someone knows where Wayne Munson lives? He's my uncle."

The woman holds up a finger and makes her way to a desk in the back of the station. She clears her throat and starts talking to a man.

Eddie shifts his weight as he tries to make out their muffled conversation. He looks up when a tall man sticks his head out and examines Eddie from across the room. The cop nods at the receptionist and grabs keys from his desk.

"You're looking for Wayne Munson?" The man, "Hopper" his badge reads, says while walking over.

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"That's when you first met Hopper?" Steve interrupts again with a small smile. Eddie rolls his eyes, fondly. He nods.

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"Yes sir." He responds to the officer.

Eddie wonders if Al has started looking for him yet. Wonders if Al walked into his room and saw half his belongings gone. Probably not. And even if he did, he'd have no idea where Eddie went. Too uninvolved in Eddie's life to know the names of any of his friends.

"Alright, he lives in the trailer park. Forest Hills. Let me drive you over." Hopper waves his hand and steps into the rain. He opens the passenger seat of his car and ushers Eddie inside.

The thing about this whole situation is that Eddie knows next to nothing about his uncle. Only hears cutting remarks about him from his father once in a blue moon. But it's the kind of cutting remark that might actually mean Wayne's a good person, if it's coming from Al. Eddie only knows he lives in Hawkins, because Al mentioned it once, in passing. "Lives in a little shit hole town no one's ever heard of while I'm out here making it big in the city," he had bragged. But it's not like Al talks enough about Wayne to immediately suspect that this is where Eddie might have ran off to. He's trying to convince himself he's safe now.

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Eddie is accompanied to Wayne's door by the officer. Hopper knocks aggressively before Eddie can even get it straight in his head what he's gonna say to Wayne. The rain is coming down hard now. He's hugging his canvas duffle bag to his chest, trying to protect his sketchbooks inside from the downpour.

"Wayne Munson? It's Jim Hopper with Hawkins PD. Open up." Hopper announces, knocking again.

And almost immediately after he knocks, the door opens a crack. Eddie sees a man with greying dark brown hair cut close to his head and a patchy beard. Wayne's eyes drop to Eddie almost instantly.

"Can I help you?" Wayne asks. His accent is stronger than Al's, Eddie notices.

"I have a kid here who claims to be your nephew?" Hopper says gruffly, scratching his mustache. Wayne opens the door wider, looking Eddie up and down with wide eyes.

"I'm uh... Al's kid?" Eddie adds quietly. And Wayne's face goes through a variety of emotions before nodding to the officer.

"Thanks Jim, I'll take it from here." Wayne mutters. Eddie watches as the officer tips his head and offers a "stay dry folks," before getting back into his car.

"Come on in, kid," Wayne says opening his door for Eddie to walk past him. Eddie takes in his surroundings. The place is... sad looking. There's hardly any furniture, just a TV and a recliner in front of a coffee table which is covered in empty beer bottles. In the corner of the room there are a handful of boxes, one of which is filled to the brim with different colored mugs. This confuses Eddie a little, but overall Eddie's not getting a good vibe. Probably still better than living with Al though.

He turns back to see Wayne watching him carefully. Eddie clears his throat.

"I'm really sorry to come unannounced like this. I know we don't really know each other, and you don't owe me anything! But I- I didn't know where else to go and I was wondering if maybe it would be okay if I stayed here for a little? I can sleep on the recliner or the floor I don't need much. I just can't- I can't go home." Eddie is shivering now, he's not sure if it's anxiety from the situation or if he's just cold and wet.

Wayne nods his head and reaches his hand out for one of Eddie's bags. "S'alright kid. Let's get you dry." He took Eddie's bags and set them against the wall. He disappears down the hallway leaving Eddie shaking by the door, before reappearing with a towel. Eddie wraps it around himself while Wayne stands and looks around the place, likely, realizing how uninviting it seems to Eddie.

Wayne walks towards the coffee table and starts grabbing empty beer bottles.

"You don't have to clean for me, I don't mind." Eddie says meekly, but Wayne continues on anyways.

"S'alright kid. Why don't you get changed into something dry. Ya have any dry clothes in those bags of yours?" Motioning towards Eddie's belongings with a hand full of bottles. Eddie kneels and unzips one of the bags feeling around for something dry which most of it is. Eddie pulls out a new pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Bathroom?" Eddie asks quietly.

"Down the hall to your left."

*

When Eddie reemerges, the coffee table is clean. And Wayne looks up at him, puts on a smile which seems forced. He must be able to tell by Eddie's face that the smile isn't as reassuring as he was going for. He sighs and scratches the back of his head.

"Should I not have come here?" Eddie asks while stepping out of the hallway and towards the door. He's in desperate need of reassurance, just wants to know if he's safe here or not.

"No! You were right to. I mean Al, is he-" Wayne is searching Eddie's eyes for answers. "Is he hurtin' you?" Wayne crosses his arms but then quickly uncrosses them. Clearly uncomfortable, nervous. And it's making Eddie feel that way too.

"Yeah." Eddie admits into the quiet of the room softened only by the sound of rain pattering against the roof. Wayne exhales and rubs his face.

"Fuckin' bastard." Wayne mutters under his breath. "He's a piece of shit, I'm so sorry kid." Eddie just nods, agreeing. "It's uh... Edward right?" Wayne asks coyly. Eddie wonders when Wayne last talked to Al.

"I go by Eddie," he quickly amends.

"Eddie, alright. It's nice to finally meet you then, Eddie." Wayne roots around in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes before thinking better of it and tucking it back into his pocket.

"You can smoke around me, I'm used to it." Eddie shrugs and leans against the wall.

"Yeah well you shouldn't be." Wayne grumbles. He rubs his hands together and claps. "Okay so I only got one bed. I'm gonna wash the sheets and then you can take it tonight. I'll sleep on the recliner there until we figure out somethin' better. That sound okay by you?"

"No! I don't want to take your bed-"

"Just temporarily kid, s'alright. But first let's get you some food. You're as thin as store-bought thread." Wayne grabs a pair of keys off the kitchen counter and jingles them playfully.

"I don't have much around here, so lets go to the diner and then get some groceries on the way back, how's that?" He asks. Eddie nods in agreement.

------------------

"He took me to go get blueberry pancakes. It kinda became a tradition. To get blueberry pancakes any time I had a real bad day." Eddie shares while petting Steve's damp hair.

"What made you leave home that Friday? Before the school year was over?" Steve asks, seemingly distracted from his own problems which is what Eddie was aiming for.

"Al's girlfriend found out I was..." Eddie gestures between the two of them, "you know. She was constantly holding it over my head. Said she was gonna tell him. I didn't want to find out what would happen when she did."

"And he never came looking for you?" Steve furrows his brow. Eddie smooths it over with his thumb.

"I dunno. Maybe he talked to Wayne. But eventually we found out he was sent off to prison for grand theft. He's such a disaster, my god." Eddie sighs and tilts Steve's face up towards him. "Do you want to go get blueberry pancakes, Angel? It's been a day, huh?"

"I'm so sorry to say this, Eds, but I hate blueberry pancakes." Steve shrugs the blanket off his shoulders. Eddie gasps in horror.

"You dare speak ill of my comfort food, Steve Harrington?" Eddie dramatically responds, pushing his forehead against Steve's. Steve smiles and pushes him back.

"I like chocolate chip though." Steve tries to amend. And Eddie nods in understanding.

"Okay princess, let's go get you some chocolate chip pancakes. Can I invite Wayne?" Eddie starts tearing off his pajamas and scrambling around the room for outside clothes.

"Yeah, of course Wayne can come." Steve sighs and lays back on the bed looking much more like himself than he did when he got here.

"'Kay one sec," Eddie pulls on his favorite Judas Priest shirt while he stumbles back out into the living room. "Hey old man?"

Wayne looks up from the TV at Eddie. "Everything alright?" He lowers the volume again, even though it wasn't all that loud to begin with. Wayne always does this, it's like he can't think while something is playing in the background. It's impossible to add commentary when they're watching TV together because he'll either not process what Eddie said or not catch what the TV did.

"Yeah. We were thinking of going to the diner for pancakes, it's been a day. You coming?" Eddie combs his fingers through his hair realizing he probably still has bed head. Wayne looks up at him with shiny eyes.

"I'm proud of you, y'know?" Wayne whispers. This catches Eddie off guard.

"What? For what?" Eddie crosses his arm. Doesn't like when Wayne gets sappy.

"Being a decent kid. Taking care of people the way you do." Wayne gets up and reaches for his keys just like he did in '77. "Real glad you found me when ya did, son."

"Likewise, Uncle Wayne"

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #uncle wayne #wayne munson #wayne munson is a good parent #steddie fluff #steddie fic rec #steddie microfic

[salem-manga]

SALEM Volume 1 - SEED 1 - Salem, WV. - Chapter outline

structure of this breakdown will prob change a lot depending on whether or not I've got a panel-by panel storyboard in mind or just want to get the idea of the page out of the way

Damien - Bat dude.

Jimbo - Possum dude. They're best friends.

Page 1

Panel 1 - Damien stands in the middle of a pathway leading into town, backpack with camping gear on his back, dufflebag in one hand and folded up map in the other.

Panel 1a - Jimbo runs up behind Damien, soon after, look of dazed amazement crossing his face as he looks over the town

Panel 2 - Shot of damien's face, slight look of excitement as he looks over the town he's about to move into

Panel 3 - larger shot of the town ahead of him, caption of "SEED 1 - Salem, WV" near the top of the page

Page 2

Damien walks down the path into town, disappearing behind the hill, in the first panel. we get our first look at some of the buildings in town as he walks along the main road, the pair looking on in anticipation at what their new home will be like

Page 3 - single panel - long shot of the town from the main road, with the college in the distance, Damien mentally takes note of what he can see, talking a bit with Jimbo along the way

Page 4 - more of Damien walking through town. Prob a shot of the town bar and convenience store as he passes by them, taking note of each as he passes them, talking more with Jimbo about the town. something like "aw shit man, this place actually has like, stores and stuff". "I know the place is small but did you not think there was gonna be some sorta like, store here or something? I mean it's like a college town man". This conversation sort of takes place over the last page and this one.

Page 5 - Damien walks further down the main road, passing by part of the suburbs to get to the college. Jimbo picks up a half-smoked cigarette that looks like it's been sitting on the ground for a while. "Wew, free cigs, this place fucking rocks", followed by "dude what the fuck, throw that shit away it looks like it's been sitting there for like, a fucking year or something"

Page 6 - Damien arrives at the college, some shots of the walk in, Damien and Jimbo looking around the place as they walk through

Page 7 - Damien walks through some hallways in SCC, some shots of the gym room, and some other plot-relevant rooms, idle conversation as they walk through the halls, Jimbo remarking, amazed at how clean the place is despite people smoking in the school, and some cig butts on the ground around some of the classroom doors

Page 8 - Damien takes mental note of the college's layout as he finally comes up on the school's single auditorium, where Orientation will happen tomorrow. He then marks it down on a physical map of the school on a brochure, handing that to Jimbo, who will probably need directions

Page 9 - They walk out of the school and around the back a bit, passing by a tree which, unbeknownst to them, someone is living in. shot of that person reading some textbooks in a little tree-platform

Page 10 - They walk a little further past the campus, approaching a small, sketchy wooden bridge over the Salem river that leads to a path into some Suburbs, Jimbo giggling as he picks rocks up off the ground and tosses them in the general direction of the river and at some smaller trees along the way, final panel has them finally walking up on the bridge

Page 11 - full page shot of a few bloated, decaying bodies floating down the stream, maybe like 2-3, each body in a varying state of decomposition, (might have this be a full-color page or something, not sure about that yet, will have to see how hard that is to publish since i'm already doing the whole crimson gimmick later on in the story) The water an obvious off-color, foam and signs of pollution very relevant along with the decaying bodies. one of the bodies looks pretty recent as it floats by, the other two bloated, some bones poking out, covered in maggots, dead and alive, with hundreds of insects flying and fluttering around them, hundreds of dead ones surrounding the bodies, as insects that touch the toxic water die nearly instantly due to its acidity. There are also notably no dead fish floating around, maybe just a small animal or two. This is because the water has been so badly polluted for long enough that the fish are already long dead, with any small animal that falls into the water dying within ten minutes or so of being in it.

Page 12 - Jimbo sees the bodies and runs over to riverside near them, giggling a little to himself as he grabs a stick and pokes one of them, Damien cringing a bit. "dude, come the fuck on, those are full of diseases and other nasty shit" as he walks towards Jimbo to pull him away from the bodies.

Page 13 and 14 - the stick punches through the body jimbo was poking, causing gasses to burst out of the body, spraying a bunch of nasty shit towards Jimbo as damien grabs the back of his hooidie and pulls him away, narrowly missing the stream of rotting blood and guts. both of them falling backwards into the mud, Damien seething a little as they both get up and brush off the dirt and mud. "Dude what the fuck, I told you not to do that shit back in Chiraq, you're lucky none of that got in your mouth. Fucking gross.", Jimbo laughing his ass off. "idiot, we're covered in mud now, hope you've got change for the laundromat, asshole.", Jimbo still laughing his ass off as they brush off the rest of it and keep walking.

Page 15 - They cross over the bridge into the suburbs, Damien making a mental note that it's odd to see so few bodies here, but not unwelcome, as the bodies float further downriver and out of sight.

Page 16 - They cross into the suburb finally. "We should probably find a house before sundown, I don't really feel like camping for another night.". Wider shot of the suburb as they walk down the road, the houses closer to the college clearly already occupied as they walk further down the road.

Page 17 - they start passing by some houses further down the road, Damien starting to take a mental catalogue of the houses as they walk by. They pass a charred, collapsed house "def not here". They pass by a house with a collapsed porch. "this could work". They pass a house covered in graffiti that seems to suggest some sort of gang safehouse, with a sketchy looking dude holding a crowbar peering at them from a window. "yeah, no."

Page 18 - they pass by a house that seems to look pristine from the outside. "yeah, this looks promising". They go into it to find the interior rotting away, covered in black mold, rushing back outside, both pinching their noses shut. "fuck that."

Page 19 - they find another house that looks promising, only to walk around the side and realize that only the front of the house is left standing, both giggling to themselves a bit. "yeah, nah. Fucking comedic."

Page 20, they finally come upon a house that seems like it could work as the sky begins to darken. structure looks a bit sketchy and some of the windows are either broken or boarded up, but they go inside to check the place out anyways, finding it to actually be in decent shape on the inside once they walk into the lobby.

Page 21, 22 - They talk idly while looking around the house, exploring the first floor on this page, finding the kitchen - "Camp stoves for sure", looking around the livingroom, filled with some moss-covered furniture. "this looks aight", and then the bathroom. "Hope you're chill with pissing out the window", and then a smaller office filled with random furniture and other garbage, before finding the slightly sketchy stairway and going up to the second floor.

Page 23, 24 - They explore the second floor, looking around some of the bedrooms, and another totally fucked bathroom. They look into one bedroom to find it also filled with random furniture, the bed covered in moss and clearly rotting away. "nope.", they check the next bedroom, only to find the bed covered in some sort of animal shit and some more ruined furniture. "nah.", and then into the last room, which they find to be mercifully clear. "this will work".

Page 25, 26 - They Decide to set up shop there for the night since it's getting dark out, remarking that they should probably see if there's somewhere a little less fucked sometime tomorrow. Damien and jimbo set up their lamps and sleeping bags, Damien pulling a chair over to the window and watching as sun fades away behind one of the mountains and the sky darkens, some fog rolling down the road they just walked down. "wew, spooky."

Page 27, 28 - full two-page spread of an aerial shot of the town, with fog pouring in down the mountains, rain pouring in with the fog "This place doesn't seem so bad, does it Jimbo?".

Page 29, 30 - "Nah, this place fuckin rules". Jimbo lights up the cig he picked up off the ground earlier, Damien cringing a bit as he puts it in his mouth and lights it, sitting down on the chair damien was sitting on earlier, opening the window a bit and blowing the smoke outside, as rain begins to pour down, Damien slipping into his own sleeping bag and laying his head down, shutting his eyes as he hears a gentle tapping coming from near his head, looking over, cringing again a little bit as he sees drops of water landing near his head.

Page 31, 32 (final pages in this chapter) - Damien moves his sleeping bag, an irritated expression on his face. Jimbo giggles a bit - "Hey, if your sleeping bag gets wet you can share mine~" "yeah, you wish, fucker". Damien finally slips into his sleeping bag, and after a long day of hiking into town and exploring the place, closes his eyes and checks in for the night. "Night Jim, seeya in the morning" "Nighty night.", ending on a blacked out panel with the two lines of dialogue.

#salem #writing

[livelysymmetry]

Getting Ready

“These uniforms are…kinda boring, don’t you think?” Amber said, buttoning the vest of her fall uniform in front of the mirror.

“All uniforms are boring!” Jasper agreed with a laugh, she didn’t even have her blue vest on. It was sitting on her bed next to her as she played her switch. Amber plopped next to her sister, and looked over her shoulder.

“You know, you need to get dressed to- watch out! The left! The left!”

“I see ‘im…Hah! Take that!”

There was a knock on their door “Girls, are you ready yet?” Their mother asked from the otherside of the door. “You better not be playing games instead. The Director’s here already.”

“We’re not!” They chimed together. Jasper paused her game. They gave each other a grin.

“We’ll be down in a sec, mom,” Amber promised.

“Alright…” She sounded skeptical, but they heard footsteps retreating, so they were in the clear.

They got off the bed, Jasper putting the switch in a blue case, and into a dufflebag. Amber grabbed her backpack and dufflebag, before putting her uniform hat on. She gave the mirror one last look, before motioning to Jasper to get her stuff too.

Jasper didn’t bother buttoning her vest when she put it on, but grabbed the rest of her stuff and put on her hat and managed to beat her sister to the door. 

The two ran down the stairs of their new home to meet their mom and the Director having tea in the living room.

“It is nice to be back in the family home,” they heard their mom say.

“Yes, the applications said you were living in Hoenn until recently,” A rather serious looking old man dressed in all purple said. “What brought you back here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all!” Their mom giggled,” Between my parents getting older, and Uva Academy opening applications again, it seemed like it was time to come home. Oh, girls, come over here, and meet Director Clavell of Uva Academy.”

The two teens finally stepped into the living room, after watching the two old folks discuss boring things.

“I’m Jasper Desoto!”

“I’m Amber Desoto!”

“And weeeee’re,” They said in unison” The Desoto sisters!”

With their hair down, the only real way to tell them apart was the color of their duffel bags, Jasper had blue and Amber had pink, and the fact that Jasper’s vest was unbuttoned.

“Really, Jasper?” Her mother sighed, getting up and buttoning her daughter’s vest for her. “It’s your first day of a new school. Please, try to make a good first impression…”

“Sorry, mom,”Jasper mumbled, while Amber giggled.

“You too Amber. I don’t want to hear about either of you getting into trouble.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Amber…”

“I got it. I’ll behave.”

Director Clavell cleared his throat and stood up. Their mother looked a bit embarrassed, apparently forgetting that he was there.

“It is a pleasure to meet the both of you, Miss Jasper, Miss Amber. As your mother said, I’m Director Clavell, the head of Uva Academy. As new students, I have brought a present for the both of you. If you would please follow me outside. It isn’t really a gift suited for giving inside the house,” With that he headed out the front door. The twins exchanged an excited look at the mention of presents, and ran after him. Their mother following at a slower pace.

“Now. It is tradition for new students at the Academy to receive one of three pokemon,” He pulled out three pokeballs, and called out the Sprigatito, Quaxly, and Fuecoco. “They’re all great companions to begin with, so there are no wrong choices. I will leave them with you for now, so the two of you may get to know them. When you’ve made your decision, please find me at that house over there.”

“Yes, sir,” The two girls said, already playing with the pokemon. The Director chuckled and walked off to the next student’s house.

“Ah, I remember when I got my first pokemon too. It was such an exciting day~” Their mom sighed,”I’ll be inside if you need me, alright?”

The pair nodded, and the mom went inside.

#Amber Tag #Jasper Tag #Mama Desoto Tag #Director Clavell Tag #Drabble #Storytime

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Settling In: Parentals

Inspired by @i-cant-sing and their Yandere Todoroki Clan AU

The room is pink. Well, it’s mostly pink. It’s pink with white furniture and embellishments. The closet doors are white and so is the windowsill. The floor is hardwood brown. But everything else is a bubblegum pink.

You’d prefer another color, one that wasn’t so bright and grating to the eyes. But you don’t say that. You just fiddle with your one dufflebag’s handle. This is all you have left, after bouncing around from group home to group home. A year ago—when your parents died—you had thrice as much. Now this and the backpack for schoolwork is all you have left.

“Do you like it?” The mother of this house and wife to the current number one hero, asks you a question. He’s not here; nobody’s here except you two. The house seems too big for three people, but there are pictures on the wall of others. It doesn’t look lived in; there is no semblance of a family. Though, the pictures on the wall show a six person family. It shows that there are four more people here and you get your own room. In a house with now seven people, you get your own room and you aren’t giving it up.

Despite the pink color and the vast emptiness, you answer honestly, “Yeah, I do.” You do like it, even if it's not for the right reasons

Her hands are on your shoulder. You can feel the increased pressure on one side lift up, almost as if she’d been purposefully holding onto you too tight.

“Good. Now, let’s unpack.” She gracefully takes the bag out of your hand, setting it atop the bed. You sit down alongside it, opening your backpack. A couple of notebooks, pencils, and two textbooks sit inside.

You start to stand, heading to take the materials to the desk they’ve provided. Though, whilst holding a pair of pajamas—slightly too little but in [y/f/c]—she takes the books out of your hand.

“Just relax, [Y/N].” Rei replies, “Let me handle it.”

You sit on the bed twiddling with your blouse’s edge. You wore your best outfit, even though it was just your school uniform, without the frumpy sweater. 

The bed is insanely soft. With satin sheets, a thick, fluffy comforter, and a healthy amount of pillows, it's easily the softest place you’ve been.

“I’ll have a driver return your school books back to your former school.” Rei replies, on the other side of the room. You shift to look at her, but she has her back turned to you. “I’ll discuss with my husband what school to place you at.”

“Alright.” You’ve had to transfer schools about three times since last year. Moving again isn’t a hassle anymore. You know not to hope you won’t move again. Though. you know not to get attached to anything in case you have to—in case this doesn’t work out.

“We’ll get you a better education than the one you were definitely receiving.” You can hear the gentle thump of one of your textbooks. She heads back to your duffle bag; it’s now half empty. “My eldest three all went to Somei Private Academy for junior high. Two ended up continuing through highschool as well. My eldest went to Shiketsu and my youngest is in Yuuei now.”

You know those schools. They’re expensive, private academies. You’ve only ever been in public schools. The wealth was obvious when you were picked up in a blackened car with a driver. You just didn’t expect them to spend that money on you, a lowly orphan.

“Or we’ll just hire a set of tutors like we did for our youngest before he went to Yuuei.” She decides what to hang up or fold. You’ll have to go through it all later to find everything. Luckily, you don’t own much—or unluckily, depends on how you look at it. But you don’t dwell on the issue long, responding quickly to the lady, “Alright.”

She smiles at you. It’s sincere, motherly. It’s what your mother would’ve done, before the accident. It’s something you sorely missed since then.

“You’re extremely agreeable, aren’t you?” She finishes out the bag, pressing it into the top of your closet. Your backpack gets sat beside the desk. This room is large and your things are set in its appropriate places across from it. 

“I guess.”

“That’s a good thing, darling.” She goes to mess with your hair, “Now, for dinner tonight, let's change you into something a bit nicer, yes?”

You pause, looking at your toes in their pristine white socks. You can see her legs as well, considering how close she is to you, “This is the nicest thing I own.”

“That’s fine. We’ll just have to go shopping for some new things.” Rei replies, taking her other hand to your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes, “Enji and I know what we are getting ourselves into, buying you a whole new wardrobe will be nothing.”

She takes her hands from your head and into your hands, helping you up.

“Where are we going?” She leads you back from your room to the rest of the house.

“Shopping, darling.” Rei replies, “We have five hours to do so, before I must start dinner, that is. Is there anything you want?”

“No, not really.” She’s already planning to drop a substantial amount of money on you and she’s already being incredibly maternal. You aren’t going to stretch that patience thin and have her snap already. You aren’t going to ruin this for yourself.

She smiles at you, “I’ll figure out what you like soon enough.”

===

The shopping mall standing in front of you was not where you usually would’ve gone. A basic department store, maybe a strip mall if you’re lucky would be where you usually shopped. This place however, is at least four stories high standing stark white and black against the almost colorless blue-grey sky. Though, you don’t get to admire it long. Rei quickly pulls you out of the cold outdoors and into the perfectly heated building.

“Now, I say we head to clothing stores first and then to more home goods type stores, so we don’t have to pack the heavy stuff around. Though, if we get too much to carry, we can send it back to the car and then continue shopping.” Rei replies, “Is that alright?”

You nod, still reluctantly going along this whole situation. The car is actually a limo and you have your own room in a massive estate. You have an impossibly nice and maternal caretaker who’s insanely rich. This is your “Annie” moment; this is your fairytale scenario. The shoe has to drop at some point. You aren’t going to be blindsided when it does.

“Good.” She locks arms with you, holding you close. It’s weird, but not entirely uncomfortable. You want to trust her. Your sense of judgement is clouded, knowing that she can’t really be this nice, but you want her to be like this

She leads you into a clothing store, taking you to the brightly colored section. Rei silently holds a peach colored sweater up to you. She grabs an orange skirt, looking at them both together.

“What do you think of this?” She asks, holding them up together. The sweater is thick, 

assumedly warm. The skirt however, isn’t,. You tell her that.

“That’s what some white stockings are for [y/n].” She laughs lightly, “and please call me Rei. You don’t have to be so formal.”

“Alright... Rei.” Acclimating to her is easy. At the moment, you don’t care what the rest of her family is like, she’s nice and maternal and everything you miss from your own mother.

She grabs multiple sweater and skirt combinations, not grabbing a single pair of pants for you. This store doesn’t sell tee shirts or blouses, sticking to a younger, but put together catalog. You briefly entertain the idea of them being traditionalists, but you don’t mind that. You’ve lived in worse houses than one with conservative ideals.

And besides, the outfits are cute. You hope you can keep them if everything goes south.

“Put these on.” She hands you the clothing, “and I want to see every outfit you try on. I want to see if it looks good.”

The fitting rooms are nicer than any you’ve ever been to. When checking the price of the items she’s handed to you, you can see why. The least expensive thing is a 10,000 yen skirt. It’s plain blue, just like the 1,500 yen one you have on now. It's obviously of higher quality, but guilt pangs in your chest at the thought of her spending so much money on you. This is at least a dozen items in here.

You slip it on, alongside the white sweater, filled with gold stars. You look at yourself in the mirror, before heading out the door. Rei sits in a chair, looking at you.

“You look absolutely adorable.” Rei comments, “We’re keeping it.”

She doesn’t let you put your input in. But she’s paying for it, so you don’t complain.

Five more times, you come out in sweater and skirt combinations. She has nothing but praise for each outfit. It’s refreshing. Your last home was less than pleasant.

Rei leaves you to change back into your uniform. All six outfits are bought and placed into two bags, both on her arm away from you. She wraps her other arm into the crook of your arm.

“Onto the next store we go.”

As you all head to a different floor of the mall, you voice concerns you originally had back in the dressing room, “You know… you don’t have to spend so much money on me.” You tell her, then backtrack, “Not that I’m not grateful! I am really! It’s just that I don’t need stuff this fancy, you know?”

“[Y/N], I am your mother now. It’s my duty to get you clothes and stuff.” She says it with a certainty that is oddly comforting. Everything about her is that way, from her soft, smooth skin to her warm, grey eyes to her bright, white smile. She’s intensely maternal, something that you didn’t realize you wanted anymore, until today, “and we must keep you up to the Todoroki standard. After all, you’re going to be one of us for now on.”

Being one of them. You don’t know of any Todorokis; you’ve never been a huge fan of heroes like some of your peers. But belonging, that’s something you’ve craved since it was ripped away from you. A family—that’s what you’ve always wanted.

“All right.” 

“Chin up, shoulders back.” She tells you, “You’re new life begins tonight.”

===

Rei never let you carry a single bag throughout your trip. She also wouldn’t let you see any of the receipts or let you have a final word on anything you got. But, you got all nice things—all things you like. So, you don’t mind.

“Change into the white dress with the red and pink roses.” She instructs, “And redo your hair. First impressions are important, after all.”

You haven’t met her husband, nor any of her children. But, as the pictures on the wall show, her husband is Endeavor, the number one hero. Usually you’d meet the person fostering you beforehand, but with his affluence, there needed to be no meetings beforehand. 

Following her instructions, you rifle through the bags, finding the dress she wanted you to wear. Slipping out of your old clothes and into the cold, expensive dress is a quick process. Doing your hair to a standard that would make her proud, is not. Eventually you get it right. 

Unlike earlier, you take the time to unbag your stuff. You mimic what Rei did in your closet. Shirts, sweaters and dresses are hung up. Skirts, leggings, and stockings are folded in the dresser. The shoes are placed on the inside of your closet. The few decorations you got are placed so that they don’t move what Rei and her husband already got you. She’s extremely peculiar about order. You won’t break that order.

“[Y/N].” She knocks on the door that doesn’t lock, “What’s taking you so long. Do you need help?”

You open the door for her, “I was just putting everything away, Rei.”

She comes in, looking at the room. She pulls the draws out and reopens the closet door, looking inside them. It’s an inspection, to see if everything is up to code.

Rei pinches your cheek, “ It’s perfect, exactly how I imagined it.”

Perfect. She’s praising your work. The word warms your heart, bringing a smile to your face. You haven’t gotten enough praise in your life, clearly.

“Thank you.”

“Now come on.” She tugs at your wrist, “Enji will be here any moment and I need help plating the table. Usually Fuyumi would do it, but you’ll meet my other children at a later date. Tonight is just about you, me, and Enji.”

“Alright.” Relief settles from your scrunched up soldiers. You only have to meet one new person, not five like you assumed. One person is better than five people—even if he is the #1 Hero. 

You’re led back through the sitting room and into the dining room. It’s nice, well lit. It’s low to the ground and cushioned. You’ve expected this from this house. Every room besides your own is extremely traditional. You expected the whole house to be like this, once you walked through the doors.

“The plates and cups are in the left cabinet, do be careful with them.” Rei points to a side room, at the back of the dining room, “I’ll bring in the cutlery. Enji should be here soon.”

As if on cue, you hear the front door being opened. A low voice calls out, “Rei, darling? [Y/N]?”

You freeze, plates and cups in hand. Something about the number one hero calling out of your name unsettles you. Though, somehow immediately aware of your apprehension, Rei places a cold hand against your back. You can feel it through the dress, which isn’t surprising, considering how thin it is.

“We’re in the dining room, honey.” Rei takes the plates and cups from your hands, placing them down and simultaneously leading you to your seat. You sit, legs together and bent to the side. You sit currently in the seat to the left of the table’s end. 

The number one hero—Rei’s husband—kisses her cheek. He towers over her. She was waiting for him at the entrance. You try not to make any noise; you try not to interrupt them.

She heads to the seat across from you, leaving Endeavor to sit at the head of the table. You aren’t surprised; this family gives of very traditional vibes. He radiates heat to your right, still aflame, showing off his powerful quirk.

The food is already on the table. It’s more than enough for the three people here, possibly more than enough for the six people in the photos—plus yourself. You make your own plate, only getting what you know you’ll eat. You don’t want to take too much, you don’t want to be greedy. 

“Make sure you actually get full, [Y/N].” Rei smiles at you. It’s warm and soft.

“I am, Miss.” You can feel Endeavor staring at you, but you don’t look at him. You shift your head down, looking at the plate in front of you. You don’t grab more; you don’t want to ruin their hospitality with your selfishness.

Rei and Endeavor talk to themselves, mostly about work. They occasionally talk about three other people—Shoto, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. There are four children in the photos on the wall; it’s a family of six. Though, you don’t ask about the unnamed child, it isn’t your place to do so.

You finish your food fairly quickly, but so do the other two. You look up at Endeavor for the first time tonight, asking, “Can I be excused, sir.”

“No.” He replies, “We have things to discuss.”

“Oh… alright.” You fiddle with the hem of your dress underneath the table, “What do you want to discuss, sir?”

“I’ll take the dirty dishes and excess food.” Rei smiles at you, “You’ll be fine, [Y/N]. Pass me your plate.”

Endeavor waits for Rei to leave to start talking. You are acutely aware of how hot it is now, without Rei’s cooling, calming effect.

“How was your day today?” He starts the conversation off decently well. You look him in the eye, “Good.” You were taught manners growing up; you know how to hold a conversation, no matter how intimidating the person you’re talking to is.

“That is a pretty dress on you, [Y/N].”

“Thank you.”

“Now then. While you are here, there shall be rules you will follow. Rei and I have devised a fair list and she’ll go over them with you extensively in the morning.” He tells you, “Though, the ones concerning you tonight are: no technology post-dinner and that you shall be in bed by ten o’clock. Rei shall wake you up at seven am tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Those aren’t too harsh rules; other homes have had worst lists. Though, you won’t make a final decision on that until tomorrow. You tentatively ask another question, “Uhhh, sir. Rei mentioned other children. If you don’t mind me asking, where are they?”

“Shoto goes to U.A. They have dorms now and are forced to stay there. Fuyumi and Natsuo have since moved out, but visit occasionally. You’ll meet them when it is appropriate.” Endeavor tells you, “And [Y/N], call me Enji. You are now dismissed.” 

“Alright, Enji.” As you stand to leave, you use his name, “Thank you.”

#yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere #mha #bnha #platonic yandere #yandere enji todoroki #yandere rei todoroki #enji todoroki #rei todoroki #canon? what canon? #who was going to tell me that my line breaks dont transfer over to tumblr like they do to ao3

[honeypirate]

A Day At The Beach

Hizashi Yamada x y/n

Rating 17+. I think. Idk. I’m bad at this. It’s very suggestive and sexual but no real smut.

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“Oh YEAHHHHH!!!” Hizashi busts open the door before the van is even all the way parked and takes off down to the beach. You smile, he’s so amusing to you, always bringing you joy. You felt his glances on you this ride to the beach, every time you made eye contact on the drive he would smile and continue talking to whomever he was talking to. His excitement of swimming getting the best of him when you arrived. The van parks and the rest of you hop out, your beach party group consisted of you, Hizashi, Toshinori, Aizawa, as well as a few others you weren’t as close to, although you’ll be meeting up with the rest of the teachers here. It was your annual teachers retreat and this year you’ll all be staying two nights at a resort on the beach next to the ocean. You were delighted, you couldn’t wait to drink on the beach and lay in the sun with your friends, and you were excited to hang out more in a casual setting with Hizashi. You were good friends but it was based off of work and being a hero, you were excited to see him outside of your normal setting. “Y/n, your room ended up next to Hizashi’s so take his stuff and I’ll let him know you have it” you smile and nod “alright! Sounds good” Aizawa hands you your room key and a backpack which you sling over one arm, your dufflebag on your other shoulder. You go up your room, fourth floor over looking the beach and pool with a shared balcony connecting to Hizashi’s room. As you stand on the balcony you look down at the pool and see everyone gathering at the poolside bar and you change into your black high waisted bikini that ties up the sides of the bottom and between your cleavage on the top, accentuating your butt and boobs, you put a big tshirt as a cover over the top and pair of cute sandals. You looked amazing. You grabbed a towel and made your way down to see what everyone else was doing. “Hey everyone! What’s our plan tonight?” You smile at them all and Aizawa nudges Hizashi when you walk up. He looks up at you and gets suddenly uncommonly quiet, your hero suit covers up everything so this is the most skin he’s ever seen on you. Toshinori covers his mouth when he sees you and see a little blood from the corner of his mouth “wow y/l/n, you look amazing” he says and when Aizawa hits him he hurry and adds “we’re just gonna have some drinks and sit by the pool for a bit and then we’re gonna have a bonfire on the beach and cook some food on the fire” you laugh at them “that sounds like a good plan” you make your way over to the bar area where Midnight was sitting. You order a drink and sip it while you chat with her and a few of the teachers before being called over to the pool by Hizashi, “y/l/n come over here!” your heart rate gets faster as excuse yourself making your way over to them. “What’s up boys?” You smile at them and notice you feel a little bit tipsy when you crouch down and talk to them in the pool. “Hizashi was bragging about your quirk” Aizawa calls him out and you laugh “was he now?” You look at him and he blushes a little “only because it’s AMAZING” he swims over to you “show ‘em what you can dooo!!” He was so energetic and loud but without fail that made you feel like you could do anything, the strength in his energy flows into you, it’s why you love being around him, he added a fun energy to everything. You stand and kick off your sandals before pulling off your swim cover, noticing how the boys watched you and the pink flush in their cheeks. Even so, your focus was on Hizashi. The way he smiled warmly, internally groaning when he saw how good you looked in your suit.

You fought with Hizashi the most when you were up against any villains so he’s the only one that really knows your quirk in action. You sit on the side of the pool before hopping into the water. Your quirk seemed simple but you had trained so hard to be where you are at now. You stood in the middle of the the three men as they watch you, a few other teachers coming over from Hizashi’s loud talking. You look Hizashi in the eyes, he was practically buzzing while watching you, in awe of your power and grace, and soon you’d realize that his admiration of you runs deeper than you realize.

You wink at him and then you activate your quirk, taking all the sound waves from the music and talking in the air, the sound of the ocean and the pool, it felt like you absorbed every sound and things when eerily quiet for a few seconds before you took that energy and pushed the water to the end of the pool so you three were standing in the shallow end of an empty pool with the water swirling up in the air. It felt like everything was far away before his voice you pulled you back to reality, the water calmly filling the rest of the pool again “See!! I told you she was AMAZINGG” he yelled in excitement and a few onlookers thought it was pretty cool. “Just a drunk pool trick” you say shyly and laugh with him. Hizashi was still gushing to Aizawa “She controls the sound waves and turns them into energy that lets her control objects. So you can SEE JUST how AMAZING we fight together!!” you can tell he’s a little tipsy by how much he’s talking about you. He will compliment you every once in a while but he usually talks about other cool heros. You touch him on his shoulder and brush your fingers down to his elbow sending fingers through this body and bringing his attention back to you.

“that’s all you need me for? I’m gonna go sit in the hot tub now” as you get out of the pool the boys tease Hizashi, looking back over your shoulder at him and seeing him watch you leave you smile at him and make your way over to get another drink before you settle into the hot water, the hot tub was empty and you were just relaxing with your eyes closed. “Hey” his deep gruff voice makes you smile and you open your eyes “Hi Aizawa” he gets in the water and sits down across from you “glad you could join me” you say and finish your second drink, now wishing you had some water “I wanted to talk to you” he says and you straighten up looking at him now seriously “about what?” He leans toward you “how do you feel about Hizashi?” He says seriously looking right into your eyes, you blush and glance over at him over at the bar talking to Toshinori, every few seconds glancing at you and Aizawa in the hot tub, you noticed he looked a little worried. “Why?” You ask him, still looking over at Hizashi. Aizawa reaches over and softly turns your face back to face him “tell me y/n” he says softly you blush and whisper “I ... I feel very strongly for him” Aizawa nods as you finish speaking. “Good, that’s all I wanted to know” he stands and leaves just as Hizashi approaches “leaving?” “Yeah. Too hot” he says and walks over to talk to Toshinori. “would you like some water?” Hizashi offers a cold bottle as he gets in the hot tub and sits next to you “yes please!” You close the distance he left between you guys, turning so you’re facing him with your right leg folded up on the seat. You take the bottle from him and drink half of it pretty quickly. “Sorry I guess I was thirstier than I realized” you laugh and hand it back to him and he places it to the side. “You’re fine! I brought it for you anyway” he smiles at you, his hair damp from the pool and skin glistening pink in the sunset. You feel a little sunburn on your shoulders and cheeks as you talk with Hizashi about all sorts of things.

You end up with your left hand on his knee, his left hand on top of yours, and your right hand up playing with his hair your elbow resting on the concrete behind him as your fingers card through the hair above his ear and down the side. you’re listening to him tell a story about when he was a kid and his family went to the beach for a week, he somehow ended up with a crab in his shorts and you laugh so hard your stomach hurts. Before you know it you’re the only two left there that you guys know. The sun’s down, the sky beautiful shades of pink and orange, and everyone’s already migrated over to the beach without you guys.

You can see the glow of a bonfire on the horizon. “Hizashi?” You say and he looks into your eyes, there’s an emotion there, you didn’t know what to call it. “Y/n?” His voice is quiet and you smile at him “you ready to go over to the bonfire?”He squeezes your hand in his “ yeah I AM STARVING” he shouts and you laugh at the loudness of it. He frowns “sorry I guess I just got excited” he laughs nervously “Don’t worry about it. I like to see you excited” you smile and squeeze his hand before getting out of the hot tub.

You grab your towel, wiping down your body and getting some of the water out of your hair, putting back on the shirt you wore and shoes. you smile when he walks back over to you now in a t shirt and holding a sweatshirt, you feel jealous of his sweatshirt as you realize all you have to coverup is a thin piece of material. “Let’s hurry down to the, fire I’m starting to get cold” you grab his hand and entwine your fingers together. he grins and walks with you, talking about how excited he is and how hungry he is. You loved how he was always talking to you, always comfortable with you. You were walking down the path from the hotel to the beach and you can see up ahead is the fire and all of your friends and fellow teachers. You blush when you notice Aizawa give Toshinori a look when you guys walk up. “Hey guys” you say calmly and lay out your towel to sit on next to the fire, Hizashi doing the same next to you. “I’ll go grab us some food” Hizashi said and before he left he put the sweatshirt he had brought over your shoulders. You blushed and slipped it on while he was walking away, he smiled when he looked over his shoulder at you and saw you in his sweatshirt.

In a few minutes he was back with a bag of chips and some hotdogs and waters for you both. “Thank you. You’re so kind to me” you can’t stop smiling around him, you never could even just as friends, but now that you feel this spark between you it’s even harder to ignore. He sits down and sits right next to you on your right, his left arm behind your back on the ground to your left side, kind of like his arm was around you but not. You ate and talked and laughed with your friends and as the night went on you found yourself turned more and more towards Hizashi. You were curled up, your knees bent to your chest and your head was on his shoulder now and both of his arms around you holding you. It was a quiet night everyone just enjoying the company and calmness you don’t normally get, you loved the way the fire made your skin wam and the way it felt right to be held by him. You can’t help but thinking of how it would feel to kiss him.

“Go for a walk with me” he whispers into your ear, you didn’t even know he was capable of whispering that quiet, you nod and he stands quietly helping you up with him, you were happy to find that you didn’t feel the alcohol in your system anymore because of the food and time. You leave your shoes and everything else as he held your hand as you walked off towards the water togetherand away from everyone else.

When the fire was pretty far away he stopped and turned to you, pulling you into his arms, he was so warm you didn’t understand how when it was such a cold night. Your face fit perfectly in the crook of his neck and he held you against him, your arms wrapping around his neck in the hug. You shiver and he holds you tighter to warm you up a little, you laugh and breathe in his smell, like sunshine and chlorine and the undeniable scent of him. You loved it. You pressed a soft kiss to his neck and he dramatically pulled away “was that your lips?! They’re that cold?!” You laugh and nod as you pull yourself back closer to him to take some of his warmth that was radiating off his body.

One of his arms is holding you to his chest and his other hand was on your jaw, his thumb brushing across your cheek. Your eyes were locked to his and the air felt electric. “Do you feel this too?” He whispers softly “Yes” your response was breathy and thick, your heart beating so hard you thought he could hear it. You had so many butterflies in your stomach going wild as you bring your cold fingers to his neck, chuckling at his reaction, before you bury your fingers in his lightly damp hair. You stand on your toes to get as close to his as possible to him and you can feel his raggedy breathing, your chests touching, and you lick your lips with a smirk as look up from his lips to his eyes. You can feel his soft breath against your lips as he lets out a breath he was holding.

His eyes told you so much “Hizas...” before you could even finish speaking his lips are against yours. Soft and fervent. As he softly nips at your bottom lip you can’t help a small moan from escaping your throat and then a soft giggle after that when you feel his smile against your lips. His arms held you pressed against him and you had your arms around his neck buried in his hair.

His left hand went to the small of your back and pulled you tighter against him making you moan against his mouth. You tug on his hair and when he moans softly you can’t help but feel electric knowing you were the one that caused to make such a delicious sound. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and you stared up into his eyes, his face giddy and his pupils blown. You kissed him again, hot and slow, small moans coming from both of you. You started kissing down his jaw slowly, moaning his name into his ear quietly, the sound that came out of him was so delicious you felt yourself soak your swimsuit bottoms. You were sucking and biting down his neck making sure to leave marks of evidence. His hero costume covers his neck anyway so what’s the harm? “Y/n” he moans your name when you bite him a little harder and you chuckle softly before pulling back and looking into his eyes. His hands move to your waist squeezing softly as he pulls your hips as close to his as possible and you can see the need in his and you feel his cock under his swim shorts press into your abdomen. You both realize you need to slow down, you were in public and your first time together would not be ruined by sand. He continues to speak as you fix his hair, tucking it behind his ears and smoothing it down “would you believe me if I said I wanted to bring you here to have a conversation?” You laugh softly and ask “what did you want to talk about?” He smooths your hair down and brings it all to the side so he can lean down and softly kiss your neck “I was gonna ask if you wanted to get dinner with me tomorrow night” he continues to kiss up your neck softly “but now that I can kiss you I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, my y/n” he presses a small kiss to your lips and pulls away looking deep into your eyes “I would love to go on a date with you” You blushed looking away “if I knew you felt the same way we could have been kissing a lot soone...” before you could finish talking he pulled your lips back into a kiss “damn it y/n *kiss* we’ve been friends *kiss* for so long *kiss* I thought I knew everything about you *kiss* and I couldn’t even tell that the girl I loved had feelings for me. *kiss* I’m such an idiot.” He pressed his forehead into yours with a sigh and you were frozen in shock “what?” You say quietly. He stands straighter and looks down at you “I’m so stupid for not asking you out sooner. I thought you liked Aiza..!” You cut him off with another kiss, your heart was shining and beating brightly and your skin felt on fire, you didn’t even feel the cold weather anymore “I love you too” you say softly and his breath catches in his throat as he slowly grins “hey lovebirds!” Aizawa’s uninterested, semi-grossed out, gruff voice cuts through your bubble and brings you back to earth “the beach is closed now, we’re heading back” you can’t help but laugh and kiss the man you loved before you took his hand heading back for your stuff. “Did I mention that your room is next to mine? And that your stuff is already in my room?” “WHAT? That’s PERFECT! A B L E S S I N G FOR ME ” He shouts and you laugh slipping your sandals on and picking up your towels which he takes from you before taking your hand again. “A blessing for me too Zashi” you lay your head on his shoulder as you walk. “Maybe you could help me conserve water too” you blush and your stomach flips when you suggest it. “how so?” He knows the answer he just wants to hear you say it. you were at the elevators and you pressed the up button before leaning up to his ear “shower with me” you whispered and lightly bit his earlobe. The short elevator ride and walk to your room was filled with kisses and touches, your body felt electric, you finally got the man of your dreams and he loved you back, you laughed as you tried to unlock the door your hands shaking from excitement, he just kissed your cheek softly taking the key from you and opening the door easily. As soon as the door closed he was slowly undressing you both and leading you to the bathroom.

“I know we’re feeling very sexy time now, and god I want you Zashi, but” you voice was quiet and look at your hands that were slowly moving down his shirtless body to his swim shorts “please if you love me, let me wash your hair for you?”

Your shower together was pure love adoration. When he first saw your naked body he could have wept at your beauty. He wanted to kiss every inch of you, but instead he’d save that worship for the bed. He told you how beautiful you are and took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, before leading you into a hot shower.

There are no words to describe how absolutely loved he feels when your fingers comb through his hair as you rinse the conditioner out, it’s been washed out for a few seconds now but you can’t help but softly run your fingers through his hair and kiss his shoulders. Your hands start to give him a neck rub and he moans from how good it feels.

“I love you” you whisper to him softly as he wraps a towel around you, his heart bursts in his chest when he hears you say it, he still can hardly believe this is real. “I love you too y/n” his voice quiet as you face him, running four hands over his shoulders. “You’re beautiful, Hizashi” he blushes such a deep shade of pink, no ones ever called him that. Cute and hot but never beautiful. Never in such a loving way. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles softly, leading him into the bedroom where you would show each other just how much you loved each other.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #yamada hizashi fanfic #mha yamada hizashi #yamada hizashi x reader #bnha hizashi #mha hizashi #hizashi x reader #hizashi x you #hizashi x y/n #present mic x y/n #present mic fanfic #present mic x reader #present mic

[ryugujitr]

Okay so how about hc’s of bois from 141 going to camp with Ghost protecting Roach because he is scared of noises 🤣 and Soap getting -0 sleep

ROUND 1: packing up.

Price, carrying a large backpack with a whole kitchen, tent and food: I got what I need, you three are left.

Soap, carrying a smaller backpack, his tent and his journal (the journal’s most secured): I’m done too.

Ghost, dragging Roach’s dufflebag on the floor and carrying his own backpack, yelling: ROACH, SINCE WHEN DO I EVEN CARRY YOUR STUFF?!

Roach, putting on slick glasses and an adventure hat, smiling: You complain too much, Ghost.

Price, sighing at the two: Alright alright, get in the car.

ROUND 2: the forest.

*Price just unpacking his things*

*Soap getting ready two tents, one for him and one for Roach and Ghost, also looking behind at Roach and Ghost just to make sure they don’t get the journal*

*Ghost leaning on a tree, and Roach talking random shit to him*

Price, looking up at the two: Oi, you two make yourselves useful and get the fire and seats ready, will you?

Ghost nods, meanwhile Roach looks nervously at their surroundings: Uh, are you sure? We’re going alone not weaponed...

Price: Oh don’t worry Roach, there aren’t wolves or bears around here. If you meet a rabbit, it’ll be only even lucky since we’re in the more clearer territory.

Roach: Yeah, yes sir..

*Ghost and Roach walk and Ghost gets all the wood, meanwhile Roach is just following him carefully*

Round 3: campfire.

*Price, Soap, Ghost and Roach are huddled around the fire*

*Price is frying some potatoes over the fire, while Soap is writing something small in his journal, and Ghost and Roach are talking about something, and Price gets an idea*

Price, leaving the potatoes to fry: Alright, who’s up for forest stories?

*Soap leaves his journal aside and nods*

*Ghost leans over and Roach also nods*

Price: So, there’s a myth I heard about this forest-

Ghost: Price always has a myth about everything. Even this one specific forest.

Price: You may be right, but this one’s the scariest one I’ve heard-

Roach: That’s what you said when we stopped for a break at that abandoned Circus.

Price: Let me finish, alright? Anyway, I’ve heard about one man who used to camp here also. But; one night, he was mysteriously found murdered outside his tent-

Soap: Yeah, classic Captain.

Price, glaring and Soap but getting back to the story: He’s believed he escaped his funeral. However, after a couple months after, some family went missing around here. They were also supposed to be camping, but they never made it home.

Roach: *screech* AHHH-

*Ghost and Soap flinch beside him, while Price’s eyes widen out of instinct*

Roach, chuckling: Sorry, sorry.. I won’t do it, hehe.

Ghost: If you do that in the middle of the night, I’m forcing Soap to change tents.

Soap: Not gonna happen, lieutenant.

*Everyone laughs and continues talking*

ROUND 4: werewolf.

Ghost: *rolling around aggressively his sleepingbag*

Roach: *trembling, sitting up*

*tree branch crack*

Roach: *screech* AHHH!-

Ghost, sitting up aggressively and looking over at Roach in panic, then realizing it was him and punching him in the shoulder: rOACH, STOP THAT!

Roach, grabbing Ghost aggressively by the shoulders: Ghost, there’s something out there! I heard a noise! *whisper yell*

Ghost, pushing him off: It’s nothing! It’s just fuckin’ Soap probably in his tent!

Soap, from the outside and sitting by the campfire shivering: What the hell are you two doing?! Go back to sleep, you’ll wake captain up then he’ll beat all of our arses!

Ghost, slapping his forehead disappointingly: Just go back to fuckin’ sleep, Roach.

Roach: Right. Sorry...

*After a while*

Price outside, laying on his back on a campfire bench with his hat over his eyes: *aggressive snoring*

Roach: *agressively sits up* What was that?!

Ghost, furious he can’t get any sleep, sitting up too and punching Roach with his pillow: What the fuck is it now?!

Roach: There’s something out there, Ghost!

*somewhere further away in bushes, Makarov and Shepherd are hiding with a recorder and a CD*

Makarov: Here’s the CD.

Shepherd: Alright- *agressive Price snoring*

Shepherd: Who the hell was that?

Makarov: Huh, who knew Price snored this much?

*Makarov and Shepherd proceed to play the “Werewolf” CD*

Price: *rolls over to his side but proceeds to snore even more*

Roach, aggressively sitting up in cold sweat: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! Oh my God, we’re done, we’re all gonna die.. This is the day... *proceeds to hug his knees*

Ghost, huffing furiously and also sitting up: I’VE HAD ENOUGH! LISTEN HERE ROACH, I’M GONNA GO INTO THE FOREST, GO TO THE PEOPLE PLAYING THIS BULLSHIT AND SHOVE THE RECORDER RIGHT UP THEIR ARSES, AND I’M GOING TO AN ELECRTIC CHAIR FOR YE!

Soap, putting down his journal curiously and looking behind his back, also having eyebags to the floor: What the hell..

#camping #tf141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #john price #vladimir makarov #shepherd

[broadwaybaggins]

"I'm calling in that favor you owe me. Actually, I'm calling in all the favors you owe me," she said. First line fanfic

"I'm calling in that favor you owe me. Actually, I'm calling in all the favors you owe me," she said.

“I owe you favors already? That doesn’t sound like me.” Emma grinned at Mary as she rifled through her dufflebag, searching for the contraband candy and other assorted junk food that she had stashed there. Lights’ out for the campers had been thirty minutes ago, and the counselors were meeting up to “unwind” after the long day--which meant drinking, s’mores making, and other such shenanigans.

“I’m serious, Emma. Oh, hey, Cheeto me.” Mary caught the bag of Cheetos that Emma tossed her way and opened it in one practiced motion. “I need to know everything you can tell me about that Jed Foster.”

“Ah. Trouble in the health lodge?”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Only if you call him second-guessing every single decision I made trouble. He even asked me if I was sure I wanted to use that brand of calamine lotion on Hattie’s mosquito bites.”

“I’m sorry, I should have warned you about him. He’s a bit...prickly.”

“That’s the understatement of the year. You know what he told me? ‘I know more about these things than you.’ As if we’re not both pre-med and there’s really that many ways to treat a damn mosquito bite. What is his problem?”

Emma shrugged, opening up a bag of Sun Chips. “He usually works here with his girlfriend, but she got a fancy internship in LA instead this year. Didn’t even talk to him about it, so I guess he’s pretty pissed. He shouldn’t take it out on you, though, that’s not cool.”

Mary sighed, running a hand through her bobbed hair. “It’s not. At least he’s decent with the kids. That’s about the only thing that kept me from trying to beat him to death with an Ace bandage.”

“He’s nice once you get to know him, I promise. It just...takes a while.”

Mary considered her thoughtfully. “Samuel said the same thing. I guess that’s as good an endorsement as any.”

“Laaaaaaaaaaaay-deeeeeeeeeeees!” a new voice sang, and Emma watched as Anne Hastings strode into view. She had a tote bag emblazoned with various logos for Broadway shows slung over her shoulder, and from inside it Emma could hear bottles clinking. “I hereby declare this party started.” She took one strap of the bag off her shoulder and began to rifle through it. “What’s your poison? I’ve got wine coolers, Fireball, a little bit of peach schnapps--”

Mary made a face. “Got anything good in there?”

Anne fixed Mary with a withering look. “Excuse me, baroness, but some of us actually have to rely on our paltry counselor’s salary! I was a bit limited in my selections at the local excuse for a liquor store!”

“It’s okay, Anne. I’m sure the others will have something else if Mary prefers,” Emma said quickly, wanting to avoid an argument. She had seen the way Mary had bristled at Anne’s baroness comment, and how Anne’s eyes were glinting with annoyance. “Frank usually brings some Bud Light or something. It’s all good.”

“Fine,” Mary said after a second. Anne responded by reaching for a wine cooler out of her bag and taking a swig. “Come on, girls,” she said, linking arms with Emma and leaving Mary to bring up the rear. “The fire waits for no woman.”

They quickly made their way to the firepit where the other counselors were gathering. They walked quickly and quietly, not necessarily because they were afraid of being caught--the only real danger was if they woke up Mrs. Brannan, whose tiny cabin was right next to the dining hall--but because the act of sneaking around made everything seem so much more fun and exciting.

They were among the last to arrive. Samuel and Charlotte were there, sitting close together, Sam’s guitar propped against the log next to them. Emma saw Alice wearing tiny cutoffs and what was perhaps the tiniest bikini top known to man. Emma wasn’t sure how she wasn’t freezing her buns off. Anne immediately abandoned them when she spotted Byron, launching herself at him as if he were a soldier returning from war that she hadn’t seen in years. 

“How long has that been a thing?” Mary asked as she watched Byron shove his tongue down Anne’s throat. She turned away and reached for one of the Bud Lights that Emma had mentioned. She popped the top and took a sip, grimacing. “Beer is gross.”

“And yet we drink it.”

The arrival of Jed Foster caused both girls to turn towards him. He, too, was clutching a can of Bud that was currently sweating into his palm. A guitar was slung over his shoulder like a backpack. “Hey, Jed,” Emma said kindly.

“My dear Miss Green. How is life in the art barn?”

“Oh, you know how it is.” 

His eyes flickered over to Mary almost nervously. “Mary.”

“Jed.” She nodded at his guitar. “You play?”

“When the moment calls for it,” he said coolly.

All right, this was interesting. Despite her earlier animosity, Emma could see clear interest in Mary’s eyes as she gazed at Jed. Anne would say that Mary had a lady-boner for him, and Emma wasn’t entirely sure she was wrong.

“I’m gonna...get a drink,” she mumbled, leaving the two to work through their mutual sexual tension in their own time. She turned and almost immediately collided with a warm body that smelled of campfire and pine. She knew because her nose collided with his shirt.

“Woah!” Emma felt hands on her upper arms--she’d worn a tank top and was already starting to feel chilly, but the contact caused warmth to go straight through her--to steady her. “My bad. Sorry, Emma.”

“Henry!” There he was, wearing the same outfit as earlier when they’d been in the loft together, but now his sleeves were rolled up a little and he was barefoot. There was a band-aid on his thumb that hadn’t been there earlier. “What happened to you?”

Henry shrugged. “Little disagreement with a bee. Jed and Mary fixed me up. Can I get you a drink? We have quite a selection. Beer, or beer. Or...” he grinned and held up another six-pack, already half gone. “Beer!”

“Anne brought some stuff, but I think she’s...busy.”

“That’s one word for it. Has she worked here long?”

“Yeah, this is her...” Emma tried to think. It was a little hard to focus when he was looking at her like that, the firelight shining on his face. “Fourth summer? Fifth summer? I can’t remember. Fourth, I think. She started when she was like seventeen.”

“What’s the deal with the accent?” he asked, lowering his voice. “Like, is it an act, or...”

Emma laughed. “I can see why you’d think so, but it’s actually real. She’s English. Or half English, at least. I can’t remember which parent.”

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

Henry winced as Byron’s voice rang out through the camp. He had climbed up onto a stump just outside of the circle of logs around the fire and held one of Anne’s bottles high above his head. “Isn’t he worried about waking the kids?”

“Byron doesn’t worry about anything.”

“Your attention please!” Byron bellowed. “Counselors of our beloved Camp Green Wood! Another summer has begun! Another summer of camraderie, friendship, and shenanigans--”

“Get to the fuckin’ point, Hale!” Frank called out, his arm slung over Alice’s shoulder. His words caused a ripple of laughter around the circle.

“Come on, let’s sit down. He does this every year and we need to be sitting for it, it’s a whole thing,” Emma leaned up to whisper in Henry’s ear. They made their way to the circle and sat down on the only remaining empty log, between Mary and Jed and Sam and Charlotte. It was a bit crowded by this point, so Emma ended up with her entire side pressed up against Henry. She said a silent prayer of thanks that she’d stolen a bottle of Alice’s signature Georgia Peach body spray.

Byron put a dramatic finger to his lips. In case the message wasn’t abundantly clear, Anne’s loud “Shhhhhhhhh!”, followed by “Shut the fuck up, Stringfellow!” brought about the desired dramatic silence.

Byron hopped off the stump, still brandishing the bottle. “I hereby declare the summer officially....” he paused for effect. “Started!”

He smashed the bottle against the stump like he was christening a yacht. It exploded, and the assembled counselors let out appreciative claps and cheers that almost drowned out Anne’s screech of “I didn’t put the tarp down! You said you’d let me put the tarp down! YOU ARE CLEANING UP EVERY BIT OF THAT BROKEN GLASS, BYRON HALE!”

“He does that every year?” Henry asked, his expression unreadable.

“Every year. And every year he forget to do it in a way that doesn’t release broken glass everywhere. You can set your watch by it.”

“This place is crazy,” Henry remarked, but he didn’t sound scared off by this fact. Someone was passing around a bag of marshmallows, and Henry took two and handed one over to Emma.

“What kind of marshmallow toaster are you?” he asked. “Let it get nice and golden, or put it straight in the fire?”

Charlotte handed Emma one of the marshmallow skewers, and Emma answered by sticking it right into the center of the flames. Henry looked aghast.

“No!” he cried. “No, no, wrong! You’ve got to do it slowly, gently...”

“It’s no use, Rev,” Charlotte said, nudging Emma with her shoulder. “I’ve tried to talk her out of it so many times. Our Emma just lives for chaos.”

Emma retrieved her burning marshmallow and quickly blew out the remaining flames, leaving it charred just the way she liked it. “You’re both wrong. This is the only way to do it.”

Sam had been strumming his guitar gently, tuning it as Jed worked on his. Mary perched nearby, eating a s’more and pretending she wasn’t watching. Sam gave one final strum and looked up. “All right! Any requests?”

“You promised me some Sheryl Crow,” Charlotte reminded him.

“Later, Char. You don’t start a set with Sheryl Crow.” Jed’s face implied that such a thing was ludicrous. Emma wondered how much trouble she’d be in if she throw her flip-flop at him.

Perry, one of the junior counselors, had been creeping their way. He tapped Sam on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“Huh? Oh, sure, why not.” Sam conferred with Jed for a moment before counting them off. “Okay, one-two-three-four.”

“When I wake up, oh I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you!”

The song was met with a mix of groans and cheers. Henry looked up from assembling his s’more with precision and laughed. “This is definitely gonna be an interesting summer.”

Emma grinned and hoped she wasn’t imagining the way he seemed to lean closer to her as he said it.

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