Wednesday, Pugsley x Eugene fic, Sparkbug fic

I do not own, or claim to own, these characters. But I wrote this fanfic, check it out on ao3. 

Bees on the Windowsill on a Warm Autumn Day

Chapter 1: Hummers Shed

The strong smell of honey and dirt filled the Hummers Shed on a tired autumn evening. 

Sun shines through the tinted windows of the shed. The warmth from the sunlight flooded the room in a luxurious manner; you'd nearly laugh if you felt it on your skin. 

Two boys were close together, close enough that if one were to peer into those fingerprint-smudged windows one might think they're lovers. 

Eugene on the left, a small swarm of bees in his dark Afro hair, the carniolans and bumblebees all cuddling close to his coarse hair. He paid no attention to them, instead focusing on the boy beside him. 

It was hard to imagine they had spent half of last year hating each other… Well not really each other. In fact, Pugsley liked Eugene from the moment they met, he'd even electrocuted him with how nervous he was just to shake his hand. He practically begged for friendship from him, after all, his sister had said he was an “outcast from outcasts” just like he was. But Eugene had acted like rooming with the boy was a punishment for a crime he never committed. He even treated him like a freak. 

But eventually Pugsley did what he always did, and Eugene stopped seeing a weird, deathly pale kid and saw an interesting, excitable boy. Someone he liked, someone he really liked. 

Pugsley at the right hand side was flipping through an encyclopedia on bugs with Eugene, showing the pictures to the other boy like Eugene hadn't seen them a hundred times before. But he'd never tell Pugsley that. He was too cute when he got excited. Little electric bolts lit at his fingertips, marking the page slightly.

 At first, Eugene had jumped back at the volts of electricity that regularly shot from Pugsley's body. But now it was just another delightful addition they hardly even noticed, except to giggle at occasionally if Pugsley burnt something. 

Pugsley had fallen first.

The second they met he felt a spark, literally. He nearly set the cuff of his blazer on fire with the electricity coursing through him. Another awkward boy, who was an outcast? Maybe they could be outcasts together?

Have a secret handshake?

Or a codeword for a teacher coming?

Passing notes? 

Camping? 

Scary stories? 

Or maybe movie nights? 

With popcorn? 

And bad jokes? 

Please..? 

But of course Eugene was… Reluctant. Apparently getting into someone's bed for a movie night is inappropriate. And telling someone scary stories late at night is apparently rude. Well maybe telling a boy who has chronic nightmares about the legend of Wechuge isn't the greatest way to buddy up after all? Who knew! 

But now, they're complete. They're now so close many people whisper that behind closed doors they are more than friends. But of course it couldn't be true. Why would a boy in love with bugs want a corpse of a boy as a partner? 

And how could an odd boy with such inhuman habits and interests be interested in someone so… Well, mundane? It was simply impossible. 

They were nothing more than friends, just close friends. Movie nights in each other's beds were just because they didn't have a tv, they needed to look at Eugene's phone close together. 

And those hours in that boiling hot, sticky Hummers She'd was because all their projects they run in there. 

It was platonic. 

Sort of, even though Eugene might occasionally slip up and call him “baby”, and Pugsley proudly called him “Cara Mia” whenever they were alone, despite Eugene saying it was embarrassing and refusing to acknowledge it. Though he seemed to enjoy it, even with his complaints. 

And maybe it was a little odd that if Eugene had a nightmare Pugsley would crawl into his bed, but that was just being a good friend? Neither of them ever had real proper friends before, so this must be normal,right?

It was normal, okay? You understand?It was normal and platonic.

Two guys just relaxing.

“Pugsley, baby?”

Eugene's voice startles Pugsley, deep in those thoughts. He looked up, staring at his eyes in a foolishly dopey smile. 

“Yes, Mon Cher?”

“You're talking to yourself again”

Chapter 2: Nightmares

The rain hammered against the window, thunder occasionally rumbling like an angry unknown god. 

Eugene was holding onto his blanket tightly, the bee print becoming distorted as his knuckles turned white. His dreams had turned to nightmares again, he hated thunderstorms. 

Pugsley was on his own side of the room, each one's sides of the room were polar opposite. Eugene was strict about keeping all his notes on schoolwork and bugs in neat, orderly, piles. Meanwhile Pugsley had his work strewn under his bed and floor, if he bothered to do any, with snacks on every surface space. Eugene always annoyed him to clean it up, not that Pugsley actually did it. 

Eugene let out a bloodcurdling scream as though he'd been stabbed. 

It wasn't as worrying to Pugsley as the first few times it had happened. But he always jerked a little. Being an Addams, it wasn't like he was annoyed by the screams, in fact it reminded him of back home. But the others in Caliban Hall wouldn't be pleased. 

It was almost like a routine, Pugsley jerked out of bed and wrapped his arms tightly around Eugene, still half asleep he automatically pressed Eugene's face into his shoulder, muffling the horrible screams of terror Eugene made in his sleep. Pugsley patted his back almost robotically. 

They did this so often, at least once every other week. 

At first Eugene had been embarrassed when he woke up to Pugsley physically holding him down to stop his screams. Pugsley, who could go through Armageddon without waking up. But it happened so often. And the occasional movie night that ended up with them falling asleep beside each other. Eugene would call him a freak for holding him so close. But when he realized it stopped the complaints of his shrieks during the night from other dormers, he shut up about it pretty fast. 

Eugene woke up, his eyes wide as they filled with tears, as he instinctively clutched his shoulders, hiding his face in shame. 

“B-Bad dream”

He stuttered, tears staining Pugsley's shirt. 

“Yeah, I know, you want me to stay for a little?”

Eugene nodded. Pugsley moved on top of the sheets, running his fingers through Eugene's hair as he woke up more. He silently squeezed him in his arms, prepared for if he went to sleep that the screaming may ensue. 

“Pugsley..? “

Eugene whispered, avoiding his gaze. When Pugsley didn't answer, totally zoned out, he sighed and whispered in an even softer tone.

“Baby..?”

His gaze was fixed on the bee print on his sheets, the way it was scrunched up and spread in other places, messy, like how he felt.

“I'm scared… I don't want to be alone”

Pugsley's tired smile turned into a grin, burying his face in his neck, rubbing his back. The words sounded so…Small. And he adored his vulnerability, the fact he felt comfortable enough to be like this. He wanted to be nothing more than his helpless prey, even if he was taller, or bigger, than Eugene. 

“That's okay, Mon ami-”

“Don't call me that, weirdo”

“Okay, Cara Mia”

Eugene huffed but stayed silent, he really adored those nicknames, he'd never admit it though. 

“I'll stay with you”

Pugsley whispered. 

Eugene turned red, but leaned against his shoulder, closing his eyes. 

After half an hour, Pugsley got bored, and that always meant one of two things for Eugene. Embarrassment or Danger. 

Pugsley slowly began lapping at his neck, like a dog trying to mark him. Eugene squirmed and bit back a laugh, forcing himself to look more annoyed than he really was. 

“Ew, what're you doing, you're such a freak!”

Pugsley simply laughed, lapping at the base of his neck a few more times before burying back into the other side of his neck, closing his eyes. 

Eugene's lips ghosted a smile, closing his eyes and practically collapsing in his arms underneath him, wrapping his arms around his neck contently. Despite the nightmares, after a year together their souls were practically intertwined together.

 Eugene would never admit it but he couldn't stand to be apart from him for more than a few meters apart, he'd even find himself worried in the later classes during the afternoon. 

What if Pugsley moved dorms? Got tired of having to comfort him in the night? What if Pugsley decided Eugene wasn't good enough and left? 

But every time he rushed to the dorm room, certain that Pugsley would have left and abandoned him. There he was. Smiling that goofy little smile. 

He adored it. 

“Pugsley, babe-, you gotta stop licking my neck, how am I supposed to sleep with a boy licking me like a dog”

He whispered lazily, pushing Pugsley's head away from his now wet neck. Pugsley laughed, grabbing a tissue from the box Eugene kept on his bedside table, mainly for allergies, and wiped down his neck, a warm smile on his face that matched Eugene's, throwing the tissue in the bin. 

He happily buried his face back into his now dry neck. 

“How am I supposed to show affection then?”

Pugsley mumbled back, moving to lie on top of Eugene, deciding that he would just sleep on top of him instead of going back to his own bed. 

“You can just stay here instead…And you don't need to be affectionate, we're just friends dude…”

Eugene replied, relaxing and burying into his shoulder blade, stretching out from under him slightly. 

“But Cara mia~”

Whined Pugsley petulantly, relaxing however. It was odd how content they both felt in each other's arms, strange for just “friends”.

“No, relax”

“Fine”

Pugsley didn't speak again, neither did Eugene. He felt Eugene begin to drool on his shoulder and he didn't say anything, closing his eyes and beginning to doze off in front of him. 

“Oh Mon Cher, Mon Cher…”

Pugsley whispered before falling asleep, his hands running through his hair, his beautiful locs of hair.

Chapter 3: A Gift

It was late September and night had long ago fallen and Pugsley hadn't come back to the dorms. 

Eugene was practically sick with worry, no note, no plans. He just left straight after classes. 

He'd spent half the day pacing about the small floor space of their dorm room, trying to find any reason that Pugsley would up and leave. It was like every single nightmare he had about him was materializing. 

He had scribbled down a list of reasons that Pugsley would leave him on the back of his homework. 

Shit. Homework. 

It didn't matter, he quickly thought, It didn't matter in comparison to the fact that his favou-, his roommate was missing. That was more important than any of Poe's poems or studying history. 

He stared at the list.

Pugsley

Got bored of him

Kidnapped (again) 

Slept in the forest (yes, again) 

Went out to town (without telling him, it didn't make sense?) 

Hated Him. 

It was the only one that made sense. He must hate him. He wouldn't leave otherwise, why would he leave if he still lo-, liked him? 

God he was going to be sick. 

He hated him, he despised every single inch of him. He was disgusted by the very sight of him. He hated his stupid bugs, he hated his clothes, he hated his hair, his braces, his glasses. 

He noticed the list had begun to dampen, only then did he realize he had been crying. His cheeks were sticky from half dried tears. His glasses half fallen off. He quickly wiped his eyes and fixed his glasses, looking away.

He grabbed the paper and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it in the bin and collapsing on the bed in a fit of tears. The tear stains turned the striped pajamas he always wore damp and wet. 

He felt utterly pathetic. They weren't even that close. They were just friends. Best friends. 

But that was it, why did he care that they hadn't seen each other in the last seven hours… Seven hours 25 minutes really… 

God I'm a weirdo, Eugene thought, burying his face into his pillow. 

Another half hour of silent agony came and went. The only sounds were Eugene's sniffs and heavy breathing. Every so often he'd have to grab his inhaler, gasping for breath. 

He tried to remind himself he was being ridiculous, that he shouldn't be caring so much, but every time he heard the sound of footsteps he'd dart up before sinking back down, he knew Pugsley's footsteps sound down to the decibel, and he knew not one of those footsteps was Pugsley's. 

They were either too hard, or too soft, or not in the right rhythm, or else they were... 

Eugene jumped with a start, he'd fallen asleep, it was around 1:24 am if his watch was right. It was 1:24 am and cold arms were wrapped around him. 

“Pugsley!”

He shrieked in surprise, grabbing his inhaler from the bedside table, gasping for breath. 

Pugsley looked at him dumbfounded, he was still in his uniform, but the purple sleeves were frayed and his knees muddy.

“Hey, Eugene…”

He said with a smile, though it quickly fell when he saw Eugene's expression. 

“What's wrong, Beeboy?”

Eugene didn't laugh, his arms were crossed and he was already sniffling away his tears. 

“I thought you fucking died, or abandoned me or-or-or-”

He began to have a stuttering fit, but it was clear he was pissed. 

Pugsley stared. He was used to Eugene being angry, but not actually… Upset, with him. He thought about hugging him, but that might make him madder. So he stared, his brain completely shutting off. 

“If you have nothing to say you might as well go to bed”

Eugene snapped, turning away with a huff, trying to hide the relief that Pugsley had come back safe. 

“But-”

“I was worried sick. Go to bed Pugsley”

Pugsley reluctantly sat on his bed but made no effort to get changed, staring at Eugene. 

“I was looking for bugs…”

Pugsley whispered, just loud enough for Eugene to hear. 

“So? I have bugs, you could have gone to the Hummers Shed”

Eugene responded, trying to act like he wasn't brushing away his tears as Pugsley spoke. 

He was just a stupid, stupid boy. He didn't even like him... That much. 

“No, I got you new ones…Tiger Beatles, you like those ones, you said they were pretty”

Pugsley murmured, looking up at him hopefully, maybe he'd forgive him. He meant to do a nice thing for Eugene, he thought he'd be excited and maybe even k… Hug him. Not kicked out of his favourite bed. 

Eugene's eyes widened. He adored those bugs, they were rare and gorgeous, like Pugsley. He shot up, realizing Pugsley wanted to bring him something nice. 

“Really?! I-I mean… C-can you show me?”

He sat up, turning to Pugsley. 

Pugsley grinned, eagerly opening a shoebox, inside three Tiger Beatles in various green shades rushing around the box. He sat beside him, passing the box to an excited Eugene. 

“You know, they're the fastest insect on six legs, and-and they hunt spiders and caterpillars, and-and-and-”

He took deep breaths, staring at the bugs and stuttering. Pugsley chuckled, looking at the beatles, his head brushing against Eugene's curls, making Eugene blush. 

A few minutes passed, Eugene talking quickly about his new bugs. 

“Okay, you're forgiven, Pugs, just… Just don't leave me again”

Eugene whispered, slowly putting the cover back on the shoe box, making sure there were holes so the bugs could breathe. Once Pugsley forgot to poke holes in his shoebox with new bugs and ended up killing them, Eugene hadn't talked to Pugsley for a week straight. 

He put the box under his bed, and reluctantly wrapped him arms around Pugsley and buried into his shoulder, Pugsley quickly returning the hug. 

“I'll never leave you, bug boy, you'll be stuck with me forever”

… 

“I'd like that…”

(so that's half the fic, I might post the rest later)