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Krakua had survived almost up to the end of November.

This was not as obvious of an outcome as it could have sounded - not because of the kids: they were obnoxious, but his constant noise absorption made them more than tollerable, and besides he would have taken their rockus over total quiet any day.

It's just that between Tahu's very loud instinctual thoughts of mauling him whenever they were in the same room, Kopaka's incredible discomfort almost prompting him to stab him with a pen several times, and a variety of occasions in which his sudden perfectly silent appearance had nearly gotten his head bludgeoned in, everything had implied he would have ended up at least hospitalized once.

So it was nice that it hadn't happened!

Yet.

There was still December.

But he had slightly higher hopes than on his first day!

Caught up in his thoughts as he was, he nearly smacked directly into someone else.

'Oh! It's Krakua,' he felt.

Oh! It's Pohatu, then, he reasoned in his head still with Pohatu's voice, as it tended to happen whenever he thought something too soon after reading somebody's mind.

He blinked hastily while a waterfall of apologies babbled out of his mouth, the other teacher's soothing voice reassuring him everything was fine with a slight laugh in his voice. With a noticeable lag he comprehended some kind of joke about him "not seeing too well right now" and properly saw first his hands, then his neck, then his mouth, and then the gigantic dark splotch of a bruise stretching somewhere between his left ear and right eyebrow.

Krakua stared for a couple seconds.

"That must have hurt!" he stated a little too enthusiastically, almost jabbing his finger into the offended eye.

Pohatu jerked his head back just in time: "Yeah, a baseball bat to the face will do that," he chuckled. He applied the packet of ice back to his face - so that had been the weird shape the music teacher had vaguely recognized - and shrugged: "You know how kids are."

The image of a recorder flying out the window came to mind: "Hm," the younger man nodded, "They can get pretty wild."

'Thank God Kopaka's got cold enough hands to replace this,' he felt while the other fumbled with the bag with a slight grimace: 'A frozen steak would be more pleasant...'

"How's your boyfriend?" Krakua decided to inquire, since he was already thinking about him and from what he had managed to figure out in his years of somewhat successful social interactions it seemed like a normal subject for some small talk.

His good grade in Normal Person shattered like a thousand years old porcelain vase as Pohatu gave him a strange look: "My who?"

Oh, right!

He had not told him about his boyfriend, who worked here and whom he thought about incessantly!

Any questions regarding him would have been weird for Krakua to ask, since he didn't have that information and lacked any means to find out about it, such as telepathy!

He would have liked to blow up right about now!

"What?" he smiled.

"You said something about my boyfriend?" the other repeated.

"No, I don't think so!" he lied very cheerfully, trying not to sound shrill. "I asked about your friend, Kopaka, the science teacher?"

"You mean my boyfriend?"

"OH is he? I didn't know that!"

"Yeah, he prefers to keep quiet about it."

Ok, he was definitely going to get stabbed with a ballpoint pen now that he had officially acquired the news in an unsuspiscious manner. Goodbye world, it'd be fun until the ink poisoning hit.

Before he could vibrate hard enough to dissipate from reality all together, a door opened onto the hallway.

Vakama turned left and right as if searching for something.

He then raised a cautious finger into the air, looked again at both opposite ends of the corridor, and pointed at the two younger men, asking rather concerned: "Did you hear that?"

Pohatu glanced at Krakua.

'Ominous,' he thought.

Did he hear me?, the other teacher wondered worriedly.

"What do you mean by that, exactly?" Pohatu inquired.

"That sound," Vakama explained, furrowing his brows hard: "It was like twenty trucks in a pile up."

Krakua felt himself sweating.

Pohatu clicked his tongue: "I did not in fact hear that," he replied. "Are you sure that was what it sounded like? Because I don't think that sort of thing would be very easy to miss."

"I am certain, I could hear it from my office," the principal snapped.

'And now the buzzing is back,' he bemoaned to himself as he massaged his temple.

"I do hear a buzzing," Krakua intervened hurriedly to try and mask the actual sound, since it was rising from him even louder with his mounting panic. "A bit from everywhere around the school - various rooms and places and stuff... I, I thought it might've been the lights, you know, but I don't... Really... Know... This stuff..."

To their mutual relief, Vakama gave a long sigh: "Oh, thank goodness you heard that too. I really don't need auditory hallucinations... I'll have Gahdok and Cahdok look into this."

"Neat!" the music teacher squeaked.

Squeaked.

Like a mouse.

He took in a big breath, big enough to keep him from focusing on the other two's thoughts as he automatically read their minds.

Then he released it with a big smile: "I'm leaving!" he announced without any fanfare, fully ready to disappear all the way home and slam his head on his drumset, "See you tomorrow!"

'Tomorrow is Saturday,' Pohatu thought.

'Tomorrow is Saturday,' Vakama thought.

TOMORROW IS SATURDAY, Krakua wailed at himself.

"Tomorrow is Saturday," he corrected. "See you the day after that!" then, after a moment, feeling sanity slip out of his ear like a worm on a string: "NOPE, that's Sunday!"

"We got it. Go catch up on that sleep, man," Pohatu reassured him.

Eternally grateful for the easy way out offered, Krakua grinned at him, said way too loud: "Thank you! Bugs bite!" and hurried out of the corridor as fast as he could in the hopes that his failed attempt at saying 'goodnight' would not catch up to him.

The other two watched him vanish behind a corner.

Once they were fairly sure he couldn't hear them, the Toa of Stone clicked his tongue: "Have you had any visions, recently?"

"Just hearing things," the Turaga groaned. "About what, anyways?"

Pohatu shrugged, jostling the now barely cold bag of ice in his hand with the motion, head nodding towards where the newest member of personell had left.

Vakama lifted a brow, somewhere between sarcastic and puzzled.

"You think him an agent of Makuta?"

"I was leaning towards... Toa? Maybe?"

"And why would that be?"

"The rest of us are. And he seems like he's got something weird going on - aside from his whole awkward je-ne-se-quois that makes you feel like you're on a very unpleasant tea cup ride sometimes."

"This school can have average people for a change, you know. Besides, excuse me-" and he tilted his head in a rather baffled expression "-Your metric for how likely a person could be a Toa is how weird and-or off-putting they seem to you?"

The Toa tightened his shoulders, smirking: "Well, would you call any of us distinguished, normal, functioning members of society?"

Vakama pursed his lips, trying to find a comeback or an argument.

In the time it took him not to succeed in his fruitless endeavor, a clacson went off outside.

It then continued to go off.

Looking out the window in the already dark November evening, they both nonetheless caught sight of Krakua sitting at his car, pressing his head hard on the center of the wheel, unmoving.

Much like the Plagues had rolled out remorseless and unstoppable across Egypt, the "bugs bite" had caught up to him.

They observed him for a while as he moved not an inch.

His clacson continued to wail for him.

"Maybe I should go check on him," Pohatu proposed.

"I think that would just kill him, actually." the principal replied.

#bionicle #knps au #krakua #pohatu #vakama #random writing #krakua trying to carry out any conversation: if i dont get a good grade in Person im dissolving into a sick drum solo #i am a little beast on all fours hee-heem-ing and whimpering at you. like a kitten who just threw up the lizard meant to be a gift for u #enjoy! hopefully!#also i could NOT resist putting in that piece of sky pirate girlfriends. that video is so funny

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stevebabey · 1 year ago

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have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3 | ao3

Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.

In fact, the only reason he hadn’t yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.

Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it — said she’d spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.

She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didn’t enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.

And the bragging rights were so that Robin — with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of — could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steve’s love life.

So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or… lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low and…. Where was he going with this?

The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.

So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.

Besides, she was right about one thing. They weren’t in Hawkins anymore — and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.

Still, that didn’t make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steve’s foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.

7 o’clock, Harvey’s Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.

This was his Friday night plans.

His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so pathe—

“Hi.”

Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.

Steve’s head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch and— woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.

Holy shit, this dude was hot.

He’s got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shoulders— long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.

He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.

“Oh— hi.” Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.

God, couldn’t Robin have given him a better warning than just ‘he’s probably your type’? Couldn’t she have warned him that this dude was ‘do-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?’ What the fuck Robin?

The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him out— which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.

Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?

“Been waiting long?” The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.

He must’ve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve can’t help but be slightly endeared by that fact.

The man grins again, “Promise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his date’s sincerity.

“Not too long,” Steve admits, smiling to ease Daniel’s apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.

“Well, that’s good,” Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. “You didn’t order anything?”

“I thought I should wait,” Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.

Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. “Aw, you’re sweet.”

Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steve’s face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.

“You know,” Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. “Chrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.”

He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steve’s body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Daniel’s attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt when—

“Can I get you two started with anything?”

The waitress interrupts. She’s poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.

“Can I get a chocolate milkshake please?” He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Daniel’s gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.

“What? Not a milkshake man?”

Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. “Nothing against milkshakes just… for dinner?”

Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. “This man has never had the delight of a Harvey’s milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!”

Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.

“Did you just order for me?”

“Did you just diss milkshakes?”

Steve scoffs, but even then he can’t stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He can’t believe it but he’s genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Daniel’s shin lightly.

“I did not diss milkshakes,” Steve argues, his smile widening at how Daniel’s eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.

“Uh huh,” Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steve’s insistence. “Just wait, okay? You’ll be changing your tune soon enough. Harvey’s milkshakes are class. I’ve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.”

Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Daniel’s boot nudge against his leg gently— and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and he’s fucking loving it.

“You know,” Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. “You’re not quite what I expected, Daniel.”

Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.

“Wait, you think my name is Daniel?”

Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, it’s become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if he’s not Daniel, who is he?

Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. It’s a man dressed like Steve — on the preppy side with hair that must’ve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steve’s booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.

“Hey, are you Eddie?” He asks confidently, ignoring Steve’s presence on the other side of the booth.

The man — Eddie — freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly what’s happened— a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.

Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.

Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. “Ah sorry man, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.”

Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.

The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.

Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.

"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"

His date —well, his new date— has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.

"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."

Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.

"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."

Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshake— and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.

Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.

"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."

#what..... is this????#i haven't really written modern au for them #and i wrote it in about 2 hours so hopefully its like. not terrible #wahoo !#i luv a little meet cute #meet cute #steddie #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie blurb #ummmm i haven't posted in literal eons ive forgotten all my tags oh well #enjoy ?

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