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Pallez Zoroast fell silent once again, remaining that way for a pretty long period of time.
After a while, with Leonard unable to stop himself from prodding for a response, “He” lamented with a sigh, “Why is your former colleague as troublesome as you?”
“What?” Leonard wore a blank look.
Pallez Zoroast said in a peeved manner, “The reason why Amon knows that there’s a Marauder pathway angel around Böklund Street is likely due to him!”
Lmao, Klein was just being a silly goose, you can't blame him <33
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Loved Chapter 30!!!! But I need answers!!!!
Who is Vhagar’s baby daddy???!!! 👀
It can’t be Vermithor bc he’s her son
Caraxes is toooo annoying
Sunfyre was at Kingslanding.
Seasmoke? Maybe? He seems chill and polite for a dragon? Maybe Vhagar has good memories of flying with him when Laena and Laenor were still alive?
Arrax and Vermax: just no…
So, I am left with a few alternative theories in order of rational plausibility:
1.) Vhagar mated with a wild dragon while at Dragonstone. The black egg suggests the Cannibal maybe? Or another dragon?
2.) These eggs are from a mating with Balerion, but Vhagar has simply refused to lay them until now because she wanted an appropriately important reason to do so. Her eggs only deserve the best after all!!!
3.) Miraculous conception. Another way the gods are showing their approval by blessing Rhanyera and her consorts with these eggs.
4.) Vhagar invented dragon asexual reproduction??? IDK it’s Vhagar!!! She can do whatever she wants if she’s determined to do so!!! I’d believe it.
So…who is it??? 👀 Please, the people need to know!!!
It's closest to #4! I subscribe to the theory that dragons are hermaphroditic and capable of asexual reproduction. I don't remember which specific Maester had this theory (I think Septon Barth? If so he was probably right because he was right about practically everything. There was also one other whose name I can't remember), but it's mentioned. Within the text, certain dragons are referred to by different pronouns at different time points, suggesting they can and do change their gender. And HotD seemed to confirm the asexual reproduction theory, because for all the discussion of egg-laying and clutches, there's never any mention of dragons mating and there's only ever mentions of one parent, not two.
I think this ties in nicely to the idea that the dragons' existence is reliant on magic. Most of the egg-laying that's mentioned throughout ASoIaF takes place when one or more Targaryen women are pregnant. We have vague information/implications that Targaryen women, and pregnancies in particular (dragon babies, anyone?), played a role in the blood magic of Old Valyria. It also adds more poetic depth to the fact that the downfall of the Targaryens and their dragons comes from repeated sidelining of their women such as Rhaenys and Rhaenyra.
So within Stormbreak, dragon reproduction is as follows: Dragons can change gender if they so wish, and they can reproduce asexually. But they will only lay eggs in one of two cases:
Their rider (who they're bonded with) is pregnant
Someone their rider is bonded to (in the Valyrian tradition) is pregnant
In this case, Vhagar is feeling extra fertile right now because... you guessed it... Rhaenyra is pregnant, and since they're both bonded to Aemond in the Valyrian way, they're kinda indirectly bonded to each other. There's definitely some type of wacky magical transference going on there. Caraxes would def be all up in the egg laying thing, but he's male at the start of the Dance and it takes time to transition, so... Vhagar beat him to it!
(The magic also scales with the number of babies in my mind, so since Rhaenyra is carrying multiples... it's enough magic to bring Vhagar out of dragon menopause is what I'm saying)
#hope this helps clarify!!!#bella rants about dragon biology part 986#ask#asks#answered#stormbreak chapter 30#fic: stormbreak#stormbreak#fic#vhagar#dragon biology#hotd#house of the dragon#fire and blood#fab
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elle's favorite ateez fics.
f = fluff ; s = smut ; sg = suggestive ; a = angst.
✧ = absolute favorites, must read. (only adding notes for these few fics to ensure readability for the overall list!)
word count in brackets. last updated: may 2nd, 2024
authors; if you wish to be untagged, please let me know!
currently no individual fic for hongjoong, yeosang & jongho. please refer to the OT8 section, or come back for future updates!
성화 SEONGHWA
✧ [11,1k] plastic flowers — @bobateastay ( f ; s ; a )
↪ note: this fic revolves around abortion, so please keep this in mind before reading. i read this on a flight— and i don't know if it was the altitude, but it broke me. the author beautifully wrote this, in a way where unconditional love, hope and pain are intertwined. one of the most pleasantly surprising and touching reads i've had on this platform by far.
✧ [2,3k] essence — @hwaightme ( f )
↪ note: this one is for the poetic, hopelessly romantic fics lovers. everything i've read from this author was beautiful so far! the poetry in this fic was so pretty that i felt the need to share it to my friends... although i usually never share fics out of tumblr. i'm excited to read through more of your writings, bai!
[1,2k] the first snow and being in love — @i-luvsang ( f )
[884] 02:36 — @hwapetals ( f )
[642] adoration — @kisshwa ( f ; sg )
[8,6k] both — @hwaightme ( s ; f )
[200] 10:24pm — @hotteoki ( f )
[986] anguish — @kisshwa ( a )
[n/a] bf texts — @hotteoki ( f )
[79] 9:22pm — @cozykpopblurbs ( f )
[1,6k] i'll be with you — @cheollipop ( f )
[519] lazy make out sessions — @crazyforhwa ( s )
[1,2k] realistic sex — @byuntrash101 ( s ; f )
윤호 YUNHO
✧ [13k + 18,2k] unprofessional attraction ; pt.1 , pt.2 , [tbc] — @jk97 ( f ; s ; a )
↪ note: i was so engulfed into this fic that i skipped a lecture to continue reading. fics that are heavier nsfw-wise usually aren't my thing, but here, every single line pulled me in. hell, i felt even more insane about yunho after reading this. saying i'm excited about the next chapters would be an understatement.
✧ [14k] closer, face down — @ncteez ( s ; f )
↪ note: again, although i usually prefer fluff over smut, i absolutely loved this fic... the build up made it so enticing! i don't know if a re-edit still is in the works, but i'd absolutely re-read it regardless!
✧ [84,5k] project: make you love me (series) — @hwaslayer ( f ; a ; s )
↪ note: pulled an all nighter to read the entire series in one go... it was that fun to read! the relationship was built up at a nice, natural pace, while still keeping the reader on their toes. (this made me very excited about the seonghwa series in progress..!)
[1,1k] bedfellows — @sungbeam ( f )
[1,3k] he knows he loves you — @honeyhotteoks ( f )
[2,5k] convenience store chances — @ohmyamor ( f )
[n/a] boyfriend texts — @koizekomi ( f )
[300] nothing sweeter — @i-luvsang ( f )
[1,1k] nsfw alphabet — @yunhobug ( s )
[425] 3:52am — @edenesth ( f ; sg? )
산 SAN
✧ [3,7k] leave the window open — @sungbeam ( f )
↪ note: so sweet. so comforting. the kind of heartwarming fic that feels like hot cocoa on a cold winter day. (also made me feel insane about san... but let's not talk about that.)
[1k] always available — @everyonewooeverywhere ( f )
✧ [1,6k] capturing us — @03jyh23 ( f )
↪ note: another sweet, poetic, hopelessly romantic fic— my favorite kind! finding fics like these always feels like discovering a little treasure. looking forward to all the wips!
[n/a] boyfriend texts — @koizekomi ( f )
[2,6k] take a break - @cheollipop ( f ; s )
[249] 21:23 — @petitemingi ( f )
[350] boyfriend headcanons — @i-luvsang ( f )
[600] one more minute — @seonghwaddict ( f )
[1,3k] no strings, no expectations — @seonghwaddict ( a ; sg ; f? )
[468] stretch marks — @beenbaanbuun ( f )
[475] valentine's series : movies — @whimsicalwritingsandmore ( f )
[n/a] instagram stories with bf san — @lwtqts ( f )
[371] hold me — @cheeseceli ( f )
민기 MINGI
[800] untitled — @cheollipop ( a ; f )
[2,8k] mind over matter — @mingisaddctn ( s )
[256] 23:22 — @petitemingi ( f )
[1k] 23:46 — @seonghwaddict ( f )
[447] princess treatment — @cheeseceli ( f )
우영 WOOYOUNG
✧ [1,2k] broke you heart, i'll put it back together — @dairyminki ( a ; f )
↪ note: loved this so much that i had to read it twice. something about wooyoung hopelessly in love wanting to fix this... name twin, if you're reading this, hi- i'd be seated for a part 2 if you ever have the time to write it!
[2,2k] vacation — @bobateastay ( f ; s )
OT8
[700] when you don't say i love you back — @jjunberry ( f )
[2,4k] romance tropes — @beenbaanbuun ( f )
[n/a] situationships (texts) ; pt.1 , pt.2 — @yunhoszn ( f )
[2,9k + 3k] as boyfriends ; hyung line , maknae line — @honeyhotteoks ( f : s )
[n/a] sex ban (texts) — @kisshwa ( sg ; f )
[n/a] sending you a pic of themselves (texts) — @bombuni ( f )
[1,3k] outfit turn-ons — @starillusion13 ( sg )
[1,2k] make-up sex — @nateezfics ( f ; a ; s )
[944] showering — @seonghwaddict ( f ; sg )
[1,6k] as boyfriends — @atiny-moon ( f ; sg )
[2,5k] that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language — @sanhwaism ( f )
[1,1k] top 3 kinks — @seonghwaddict ( s )
[2,8k] making out — @sxcret-garden ( sg ; f )
[n/a] asking them to draw a flower (texts) — @eightmakesonebraincell ( f )
if any link is broken, or if i made any mistake when tagging fics— please kindly let me know!
#here we go again.. idk if this will garner as much attention as the skz fic rec list did (which btw was crazy..? thank you!)#regardless— i hope it'll help you find lovely fics and talented authors on this hellish website. i'll try to more consistent with updates!#as for the skz fic rec list- i'm honestly a bit overwhelmed by the amount of recommendations i've accumulated...#so i'll try my best to update it whenever uni slows down (or my hyperfixation goes crazy again). thank you for understanding!#elle's favorite fics#ateez#ateez recommendations#ateez fic recs#ateez fic#fic rec#ateez x reader#hongjoong x reader#seonghwa x reader#yunho x reader#yeosang x reader#mingi x reader#san x reader#wooyoung x reader#jongho x reader#ateez fic recommendations#ateez fluff#ateez smut#ateez fanfic#ateez angst#seonghwa fluff#seonghwa angst#seonghwa smut#yunho angst#yunho fluff#yunho smut
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Luffy & Zoro || One Piece episode 986 // chapter 980
#one piece#opgraphics#opedit#zolu#luzo#wano#wano spoilers#monkey d. luffy#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#zoro one piece#luffy one piece#mine#gif:zolu#gif:op anime#gif:op manga#long post#the luffy chomp is just one of my favorite scenes lol#wano zolu my beloveds
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Hello and welcome back! I have a quick question about something that always confused me. In Chapter 986, when Momo bravely shouts his name, he says, “Momo is a name that means second to none!” in the Viz translation. I thought Momo meant peach? Is this a kanji thing?
momo does mean peach! but it's also a reading of 百, the kanji for 'hundred', and from that meaning can also be figuratively used to mean just 'a very big number'. since momo's name doesn't use a kanji for this part (it's written as モモの助/momonosuke, with the 'momo' part being in katakana), it can be read as 'peach' (in reference to the momotarou myth and his color as a dragon) or as 'hundred' (which seems to have been oden's intention when he named him)
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Chapter 1
Kuroo Tetsurou x reader
Wc: 986
Summary: You, a dedicated member of the girls' volleyball team, find an unexpected connection with Kuroo Tetsurou. Igniting a bond over shared passions and stolen moments, love blossoms on the court; all because you met him at a captains meeting.
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Taglist: @funky-writes, @lemurzsquad, @02shuuu
It was normal for third-years to be captains, but not necessarily in your case. You had been a captain since your first-year. Your coach had different rules, and everybody voted on a captain regardless of year status. Leading to you becoming a leader from your first year on the team.
Surprisingly, the girls and boys teams were kept separate often. The only one you were semi-close to was Nobuyuki Kai, only because you two were in the same class.
You had suggested numerous times for practice matches or jointed practices, but had consistently been turned down by the other captains and the boys' head coach.
Budgeting, costs and other important factors were assessed during the meeting. It was finally time for your yearly begging of having the two teams be closer.
"What could we benefit from playing with you guys?" Coach Nekomata crosses his arms in his seat.
"We've won the spring national tournament for the past two years." Your coach says curtly. “We’d be great practice.”
He ponders. "You've been at this since you were a little first-year, Y/n." Nekomata chuckles and turns in his chair to face you. "I like your determination. Why not? Let's do it."
"Really?" Your mouth is agape.
"Mhm." He agrees. "We'll plan at least one practice match every week."
"Thank you!" You bow to him and the new captain sitting next to him.
"You won't regret it, coach." Mori, your coach gives him a wide smile.
"We won't go easy on you." The new captain exits along with you.
"Better not." You smile back. "I'm Y/n L/n, I'm sorry I never got to formally meet you in there."
"It's all good. Kuroo Tetsurou." He says back. "New year already, huh?"
"Last one, too." You smile softly, "You think you'll get many new players trying out?"
He thinks for a moment, "Probably not, you?"
"We always have a big turnout, but most of the unserious players quit after the first day. I think we’ll get 3-4 new first-years.” You answer.
"I'm really excited for the training camp, you're assisting right?" He continues the small talk.
"Yeah I will, don't you remember me assisting the last couple of years?" You raise an eyebrow.
He laughs softly, "I do. Just wanted to make sure." He shrugs his broad shoulders. "Well anyway, I've gotta do some supply checks, I'll see you later." He waves and you give a small one back.
The spring wind softly blew, giving a nice breeze to the warm sun. First day of school and volleyball was tomorrow, you’re both excited and a little sad. This would be your last year before going to university.
You began to walk home, putting in your headphones to listen to music to past time. The music stopped, indicating you were getting a call. Confused, you look at your screen and see Himari, your best friend and teammate.
“Hello?” You pick up.
“Hey, you busy?” She asks out of breath.
“No, I’m just coming back from the captains meeting.” You say.
“I forgot that was today, how’d it go?” She questions and hears you sigh, “You know what, come to my house. We can bake some cookies and talk about it.”
A small smile formed on your lips, you had good news, but you wanted to act upset so you could tell her in person. “I’m heading over, you need me to pick up anything at the store?”
“I don’t think so, my mom just went grocery shopping.” She says.
“Alright, I’m 5 minutes away.” You say and hang up, you quickly text your parents that you’d be going over to Himari’s for a little.
She lived next door to you, making you grow up with each other. Your mom had put you into volleyball from a young age and when Himari moved in, you asked her to play and she too, fell in love with the sport.
You don’t even knock anymore, that’s how close your families are. You let yourself in and see Himari sitting at her kitchen counter.
“Where’s your mom?” You say, wanting to greet her.
“She’s on a date!” Himari smiles widely. Her mother was divorced and ended up raising Himari herself.
“Please tell me it’s with the guy from the farmers market.” You ask and she nods furiously, making you both squeal. “Good for her. I hope it goes well.”
“Same here.” She agrees. “Now, tell me all about the meeting.” She pulls out a mixing bowl, already having the ingredients out.
You walk over to the sink to wash your hands, “You know how it always goes. Budgeting, storage, and whatnot.”
“So boring.” She rolls her eyes and eats a chocolate chip, “Did you ask coach Nekomata about joint practices or matches?”
“I did.” You say and stay quiet. “He said yes!”
She screams in excitement, “No way. Really?”
“Yes way. He said he liked my determination and would schedule a practice match every week!” You two hug and pull away.
“I’m so glad. We could definitely beat them.” She rolls her eyes.
“I know.” You smile. “I can’t wait to tell the rest of the team.”
“Speaking of, has coach gave you the practice plan?” She gulps.
“No.” You say with wide eyes. “It’ll probably be bad. She does it so she can weed out the weak ones.”
Himari grabs a cookie from the pan, “Lets toast, for the next two weeks of absolute hell.” You grab a cookie and touch it against hers giggling.
“It’s getting late.” You say, having to be up early after weeks of waking up late. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” You wave and jog to your house.
You greet your parents and quickly head off to your room to make sure you have everything for tomorrow. You have butterflies in your stomach as you lay in bed, forcing your eyes shut.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#hq x reader#haikyuu!!#hq#haikyuu kuroo#kuroo x female reader#tetsurou kuroo x reader#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo fluff#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#hq kuroo#kuroo testuro#kuroo tetsurou x reader#kuroo tetsurō#kuroo tetsuro x you#haikyuu x volleyball player reader
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The Medic #9 - Ben Chilwell
About the series: The Medic is an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club/national team. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.
Who: Ben Chilwell
Prompt: ankle injury
Requested by: anonymous
Word count: 986
Warnings: mentions of injury, slight medical procedures, and being upset.
This season hadn't been easy for Ben so far. Several minor injuries had kept him out of play each for several matches, and altogether it meant he had missed more than half of Chelsea's matches this season.
After a few matches coming on as a substitute, he finally had a spot in the starting XI again today.
Out of professional interest, your eyes followed him around the pitch more than any other players out there. You looked for signs of any discomfort or tells that he was playing through pain, but you were happy to see that Ben seemed completely unbothered by any injury.
That was, until the 31st minute of the match.
The way Ben's ankle rolled and doubled over after a hard tackle, you instantly knew this wasn't good. His yelp was heard over the roar of the crowd, and he stayed down in significant pain.
Your colleagues reached Ben first, but you could see it was you he was looking for. You tended to all his injuries so far this season, and it was clear he preferred you this time, too.
"Not again..." Ben sounded hurt and defeated when you reached him.
"Alright, easy." You tried to soothe. "Let's have a look first."
You could see Ben's stricken left ankle already started to swell up. Admittedly, this didn't look altogether promising.
"Can we do this inside?" Ben almost pleaded with you. "It's not like I can continue, so no need to do this out here."
You locked eyes with Ben for a second. You knew him well enough to see he was on the verge of breaking down, and he clearly didn't want that to happen in front of a stadium full of spectators and television cameras.
"Sure." You placed a hand on his shoulder to ease him. "Can you walk?"
Ben shook his head. "Not on my own, I need some help."
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It took some time, but finally you got Ben to a treatment room inside.
You and a colleague each supported him on a side, his arms slung around each your shoulders.
Ben's face was screwed up in pain, but he never once complained. And even though it went slowly, he limped all the way back inside.
You helped Ben sit down on the treatment table. "Stretch your legs out on the table, please."
Ben did as you asked of him, but you caught the sideways glance to your colleague still in the room with you. You understood the unasked question.
"Would you mind leaving us alone?" You turned to your colleague. "I've got this."
"Better?" You asked as your colleague left and you sat yourself down on a stool to start the examination.
"Thank you," Ben answered sincerely, "it's not that I don't trust them, but..." His voice trailed off.
"No need to apologize," you smiled, "if you're more comfortable this way, than that's perfectly fine."
You focused your attention back on Ben's stricken ankle.
Ben visibly tensed as you pried loose the laces of his boot, and you knew his ankle must feel real sore.
You were being most careful, but Ben still winced when you gently took the boot off his foot. He gave you a wide-eyed stare at the mere idea of his sock having to come off, too.
"I'll cut the sock open," you reassured.
"Oh, good." Ben relaxed a little again. "I wasn't looking forward to that."
When Ben's foot was bared, the injury wasn't hard to miss.
A big lump, accompanied by a bruise already starting to show, marred his ankle. You had to admit: this didn't look too good.
"Oh, bloody hell," Ben sighed, voice trembling slightly. He leaned his head back against the leather of the treatment table, a look of utter defeat on his face.
"Where's the most pain?" You continued the examination.
"Everything hurts," Ben grumbled, "but probably most to the outside, here." He hoovered his hand over the area he meant.
You nodded slowly. "I need to do some small tests. If, at any point, you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?"
You took Ben's foot carefully in your hands.
"Does this hurt?" You gently pressed a few areas, until a sharp intake of breath from Ben told you you had found the exact spot of the injury.
"That's really painful," Ben winced.
"I'm sorry about that." You lay his foot gently back down on the table. "Just two more tests and than we're done. Do you need a break before I continue?"
Ben took a shaky breath, but still shook his head. "I'm alright."
You placed your fingers against the topside of his toes. "Can you push against my fingers?"
Ben's face screwed up in discomfort, but he managed.
Next you placed a flat hand against the underside of his foot. "Push again, please."
Ben did his best, but the loud wince betrayed the difficulty and painfulness of it.
"Alright, no more torture." You concluded you examination.
"So... is it bad?" Ben looked up at you with fear and despair in his eyes.
"I don't think you broke it," you answered, "but we'll do X-rays and scans tomorrow to be sure and see about any possible ligament damage."
"Great." Ben sighed heftily, burying his face in his hands in defeat. "I really don't think I can take this again."
You rested a hand on his shoulder. "I agree this is a setback, but you can do this. I'm going to help you through, just like the last time and the times before, and you'll be back out on that pitch before you know it."
Ben looked up at you with glistening eyes. The pain, both mentally and physically, from this fresh injury sparkled in his eyes, but maybe you also saw the tiniest bit of hope.
"You think so?" He asked softly.
"Yes," you smiled reassuringly, "you and I are going to make sure of that."
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Welcome Home - September Ch1
Eddie Munson x Reader, friends to lovers, slow burn
Also posted on ao3! This is part 1!
Summary: Reader has moved to a new city/state every few months since she was born. She shows up to Hawkins in '85 having to repeat her senior year after learning nothing last year due to changing schools 3 times.
Eddie is repeating his senior year as well, lucky for him. He meets reader in class two weeks into the year and is immediately drawn to her due to her I-don't-care attitude and her Metallica t-shirt.
The two hang out often, studying, drinking, smoking, and healing their respective traumas. But how long does reader have before her dad announces that they're packing up and leaving Hawkins forever, leaving Eddie and the new friends she's made behind forever?
Reader uses she/her pronouns but is non-binary. The term didn't exist in the 80s so she describes it as "I'm only vaguely a girl, you shouldn't really think of me as one."
Reader is AFAB, there will be references to anatomy (smut), but for the most part, she's not really "girly".
AU, the upside down doesn't exist, Eleven and Will aren't mentioned (sorry).
CW for this chapter: mentions of parents with substance abuse issues
AN: This is absolutely just self-insert for me but I really like it and maybe it will be relatable to a small number of people or just entertaining, I don't know. But thanks for reading either way!
I'm planning on each chapter being somewhere between a day to a week of in-story time. Some might be super long and others kinda short, I'm not sure. This is my very first work that I've ever written so I have no idea how its going to work. Each month will have its own chapters (all contained here in this one work) and the story will just kinda flow through the months that reader is in Hawkins. Bear with me, this all might change at some point haha. I have a lot of ideas though as this is literally just my maladaptive daydreams put to paper. Eddie makes my brain melt. Enjoy!
Walking out of the school office with your class schedule in your hand you sigh, taking in the new surroundings once again. This is the eighth high school you've been to in the past four years, and the second time you've been a senior in one of them. After moving three times last year and missing so much of your first senior year, you had to start from scratch in a new school, Hawkins High. Pretty boring to name a school after the city, but you've seen it done so many times that you don't give a shit anymore. Just as long as this is your last one.
The receptionist in the office had pointed you in the direction of your assigned locker and handed you a sticky note with the combination on it. Memorizing the numbers on the gross-yellow paper, you head in the direction she told you to go. 982, 983, 984, 985... 986. That was yours. You stop in front of it and rest your head on the door as you look down and turn the lock in the correct order. You had no faith that this year would be your last, you already accepted that if you couldn't finish high school on your second attempt, then you would just drop out and figure out what to do after that. School is fucking tiring.
The bell rang to signal change of classes and students began to flood the hall. Already missed the first period and study hall, off to a great start. As you pop the lock open and step back a little to open the door, a solid body slams into your side and a book goes sliding down the corridor.
"Hey, watch it freak!" The body yells at you.
You turn to look at who just walked into you. It was a girl with platinum blonde hair in a super high ponytail; a cheerleader uniform; and her tits on full display, absolutely breaking the dress code.
"Sorry, didn't realize you liked to walk with your eyes closed." You grumbled as you rolled your eyes and turned back to your locker, beginning to unload your binders from your bag. She walked into you , that was definitely not your fault.
"What?" She snapped. She took a few steps to the side so that she was right next to you continuing to stare at the side of your face, and at your Metallica shirt, and your ripped black jeans, and dirty shoes. She instantly clocked you as someone who was beneath her so she narrowed her eyes and gave a sickening smile. "Ohhhh... great, another freak to join the freakshow. Just watch yourself okay? And don't get dirt on my uniform." She accented the last line by wiping down the front of her skirt with her hands aggressively a few times before stepping away and bounding down the corridor with her group of friends who looked identical to her, ponytails swishing in unison as they walked. One of them stopped to pick up the book that was dropped and handed it back to who you assume was their leader. All five of them turned to sneer at you before continuing on their way.
"I fucking hate cheerleaders." You thought to yourself as you closed your locker and looked at your schedule again. Your second class was English. An easy enough class, after a bit of a rough start in the hall.
As you entered your classroom you made your way to the desk at the front where the teacher was sitting.
"Hi, I'm y/n. I'm new, I just moved here yesterday and I was told to introduce myself to my teachers when I got to class so... hi." You said quietly to your new English teacher.
"Well hi! I'm Ms. Davies, it's nice to meet you. I'll write your name into the class list. Can I see your schedule?" She seemed way too smiley and chipper for your liking, but at least she didn't seem like she was going to be a hard-ass.
You handed her your schedule and she nodded and confirmed that you were in the right class. She copied your name down on her attendance list and then stood up, handing back your schedule.
"Please don't-" before you could ask her not to, she began announcing your name and welcoming you to the class.
"We have a new student today! Y/fn. Everyone please be kind, she'll be a little bit behind as we've already gotten through two weeks of curriculum but I'm sure she'll catch up quickly!" Smiling, probably very proud of herself for embarrassing you, she turned to you and pointed to an empty pair of seats at the back of the class. "You can take a seat back there... I would say 'next to Mister Munson' but it seems that he won't be joining us again-" just as she said that, a boy with long, curly, brown hair, a denim jacket adorned with pins and patches, ripped jeans, and absolutely no school supplies walked into the class. "Well, never mind. Here he is." She said, a little surprised by this guy's sudden appearance.
Keeping your head down to avoid the stares that you were most certainly receiving, you made your way to the back of the class and sat down in one of the seats Ms. Davies had pointed to.
The long haired boy's eyes hadn't left you since he walked through the door. He also made his way to his seat and sat down just slightly after you. "Metallica fan eh?" He said, nodding to the t-shirt you were wearing.
"Yeah." You said, a little more blunt than you meant for it to sound. "One of my favorites." You added, noting that most of the decor on his vest were metal bands.
"You've got good taste." He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, clearly not intending to pay attention to the class.
"Thank you." You said, honestly. "You seem to as well," pointing at one of his pins, you said "Judas Priest is pretty good too."
The boy beamed. He was honestly really cute, especially when he smiled and his dimples were on full display. He squeezed his crossed arms tighter and wiggled a little, obviously a little giddy, and leaned over to you a bit "I like you. I think I'm going to annoy you for the rest of the year." He said with a sort-of-joking-sort-of-not tone.
You let out a soft laugh and smiled back at him. "Sounds good." You replied, somewhat sarcastically, though you also weren't going to say no to gaining a friend immediately. Especially one who seemed to have the same taste as you.
He extended one of his hands toward you, intending for you to shake it. "My name’s Eddie." He introduced himself smoothly, his name sounded so royal leaving his tongue.
"I'm y/n." You replied, shaking his hand gently. His fingertips were a little rough, he probably played guitar. "I guess you missed when my name was announced to the world by Ms. Davies up there." You let go of his hand and gestured lightly up to the front of the room where Ms. Davies was writing something on the board. Something you're already not learning.
"I did miss that, unfortunately. I'm sure it wasn’t embarrassing at all and everyone was all 'hi y/n! Welcome to Hawkins High! We hope you have a wonderful time here! Go Tigers!'" He raised the pitch of his voice when he imitated the students, making you laugh a little harder than before.
"That's absolutely horrifying! You make them sound like a cult! I'm glad they didn't say that to me, I think I would've walked right out the door and never came back!"
"I think anyone would!" He chuckled. He looked very pleased with himself that he made you laugh as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed again, but still smiling wide.
As the two of you settled into comfortable silence, you took your notebook out of your bag and attempted to take notes on… MooBath ? With the fantastic mixture of Ms. Davies’ terrible writing, your terrible eyesight, and your lack of glasses, the board at the front of the room was nearly unreadable from where you were sitting. Squinting your eyes and leaning forward you could make out that it was actually MacBeth that she was teaching, not something a cow would say while getting cleaned.
“Forgot your glasses at home?” Eddie asked softly.
“No, I don't have any. Can't afford them.” You said simply, trying not to make a big deal over the fact that your parents didn't care enough about you to spend less money on their addictions so they could actually take care of their child.
“Oh. Well that sucks. You should sit closer to the front then.” He said, like it wasn't the most obvious solution.
You laughed lightly, “I would've but this was the only seat open and I doubt anyone would be kind enough to move just for me.” You looked back at him, he looked very comfortable leaning back in his chair, his eyes still fixed on you.
“Don't ask ‘em then. Just sit. We don't have assigned seating so you can sit wherever you want.” He shrugged and leaned forward, putting his crossed arms on the desk. “Plus it would be fun to see the cheerleaders whine about not getting their way.” A somewhat devious smile spread across his face.
“We'll see.” You said with a small smile, turning your attention back to the teacher. You decided that after missing the first half of the lesson you should at least try to take notes from just her voice alone. It was a struggle, she talked very fast and went on plenty of tangents that didn't have much to do with the subject matter. By the end of the class, you had about a page and a half of notes that you were only 60% confident in being correct and a bit of a headache from squinting at the board.
The bell finally rang while Ms. Davies was mid-sentence. It startled her a bit but she dismissed you all and wished everyone a good rest of the day. On to lunch!
As you packed up your things and exited the classroom, Eddie stuck right by you chattering away. “Hey you should come sit with me and my friends for lunch! You'll fit right in! They're metal fans too!” He seemed to have a ton more energy than he did in class for some reason, or maybe he was quiet on purpose so that you could try to take notes.
Stopping at your locker to exchange your books for your lunch, you smiled at him “Okay, I'd love to.” Why not? Worst that could happen is they hate you and you spend your time at another school completely alone. Best case? You gain some friends for a bit, until you have to pack up and move to another town in a month or two.
You could feel that Eddie was practically vibrating as he led you to the cafeteria, eager to introduce you to his friends. He kept his hand on your shoulder like he was afraid you'd run away or get lost on the short journey. Approaching the long lunch table he waved his hand toward a few younger boys on the left, probably freshmen or juniors, and ordered them to “Scoot!”. They looked at him like he asked them to sacrifice themselves. “I said scoot!” He repeated, now using both hands to usher them all down one seat.
“Well, you don't have to-” you tried to stop the disruption of their natural seating but Eddie just waved at you stating “They're fine. Have a seat!” He beamed once again when you took your seat, every single boy at the table staring at you like you'd just appeared out of thin air.
“Friends, this is y/n.” Eddie gestured to you like he was unveiling a masterpiece at a museum. The rest of the table greeted you with tentative “Hi.”s. One guy in a leather jacket, on the opposite side of the table asked “You managed to bring a girl to our table? How'd you do that man?”
You chuckled a little “Well, I'm only vaguely a girl, you shouldn't really think of me as one if that makes you more comfortable. You can call me whatever you want, honestly. I’ve heard it all. But I wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with cheerleaders and doing my makeup and giggling and shit. I'm not into all that girly stuff. But uh… anyway… hi.” You gave a little wave and looked at everyone around the table. Most of the older guys looked similar to Eddie in terms of clothing style. They looked pretty metal and some of them had jackets like Eddie. The younger boys were a little more toned down but they seemed to fit in really well with the general vibe of the table.
Eddie smiled at you as he pulled up a chair and sat at the head of the table, like a king, you thought. “y/n here, is a new kid. Just moved in from…” He looked to you to finish his sentence for him.
“I don't even know, I only lived there for three months. Somewhere in south Indiana. Started with a B I think?” you shrugged. You genuinely couldn't remember the name, and the city itself was already a blur in your memory, as with most of the cities you've lived in.
“Bloomington?” one of the boys to your left asked. He had very curly hair tucked up into a hat that said Thinking Cap .
“Yeah, sure, that sounds right.” You replied, opening your lunch bag and taking out the sandwich you made this morning. “Pretty boring place if you ask me.”
“Hey, wait, are you the one that just moved next door to me?” Another boy to your left asked. This one had shoulder length black hair and bangs, it kind of seemed like he was trying to look like Eddie if you were being honest.
“Probably? I just got here, dude. I don't even know my own address, let alone yours!” You laughed, trying not to sound mean, but wanting to get the message across that you don't know anyone or anything in this town. You took a bite out of your sandwich and looked towards Eddie, who was once again leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking at you.
Eddie laughed and adjusted his sitting position so that he was leaning back just a little bit more, legs spread apart like he owned the place. “She’s new, like I said. But I think she fits in with us already. An outcast, a metal head, possibly a freak like yours truly.” He meant “freak” in the same way that the cheerleader had meant it when she walked into you at your locker; a person who doesn't conform to the normie bullshit and instead proudly displays their true self to the world.… that's probably how he meant it, you think.
“I appreciate that, Eddie.” you said, smiling at him. Something in his eyes flashed as you said his name, fear? Arousal? Just simple appreciation? You weren't sure.
The rest of the table appeared to accept that you were part of the group immediately. It seemed that Eddie was their leader and they would follow his every word. Again, like he was a king. Unlike other “kings” you had met, Eddie actually seemed to take pride in being a leader; he accepted the responsibility and he cared about his “subjects” a huge amount. He certainly had power, but his friends respected him and his ideas. It felt very fair.
“So what do you guys do in this town?” You asked between bites of your sandwich. “Sex, drugs, alcohol and loud music?” You were only half joking with that suggestion, they were the main things most people did in every place you've been to, but you were looking for more of a “places to go” answer.
“I mean, you're pretty spot on.” The guy right across the table piped up. He had sort of poofy hair and a plaid vest that had a bunch of pins on it. “We’re in a band so… we’re the loud music bit.” He gestured to Eddie and the two other guys on his side of the table.
“Woah really?” You were honestly a little excited about this information. “I assume a metal band, yeah?”
“Duhhhhh!” Eddie droned, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Nothing else is worth playing.”
“Well, slow down there cowboy.” you laughed, “Other music is good too! Doesn't all have to be sick guitar solos and screaming your lungs out. Sometimes it's nice to chill out to some Elvis.”
“Oh god.” Eddie suddenly looked scared and sick as he stared directly at you. “I was wrong… you're secretly… a normie!” He dramatically flailed his arms and pretended to pass out, like the shock of your extended music taste had killed him. The whole table laughed at him, you included. The sheer drama of this man was keeping you hooked, you were already having fun and you had only just met him. He was comfortable to be around though, like you’d known him since childhood. When he opened his eyes and sat up, you were the first thing he looked at, your smiling face, laughing at his little act.
“You should come watch us play some time!” The guy in the plaid vest offered.
Pulling your eyes away from Eddie, you answered, “I’d love to! Where do you play?” You absolutely would love to see them play! You just hope that they’re some kind of good.
“Every Tuesday at a bar called The Hideout. It's a little far from here.”
“Oh… well I don't have a car, anyone I could hitch a ride with?” You asked, looking around the table. The younger kids probably didn't have cars either but maybe they had other friends who went to see the band play.
“We can drive you.” Eddie answered quickly. “You can be our first groupie.” You think you saw him wink at you.
“Hold on, really? You never offer rides to non-band members. Something about the sanctity of the van or something?” Plaid vest looked shocked at Eddie’s immediate offer.
“Yeah, well, I've made an exception.” Eddie waved his hand and his words were accepted.
“Really, you don't have to if that's not your thing. I can find my own way there some time, or I'll watch you play someplace else. No biggie. Don't make exceptions for me, I'm not special.” You pleaded. You really didn't want to just force your way into their group, it could end badly if you pissed people off. You could handle being alone or kicked out but you wouldn't be able to handle being the reason the band or the friend group broke up.
“No, really, it's fine. If we bring you along then you'll be forced to listen to our whole set and then maybe we'll finally have a fan!” Eddie explained. “We play tonight if you want to come?”
Suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed, you pulled away, “I… can’t tonight. I have a lot of unpacking to do. I still have to find all my clothes.” You laughed a little uncomfortably. “Next time though, yeah?”
Eddie looked a little saddened by that, but understanding nonetheless. “That's okay!” He reassured, “Next time.” He gave a warm smile to let you know he wasn't trying to pressure you.
“We- we also have a DnD club!” Thinking Cap kid said excitedly.
At this, your eyes brightened. You'd played DnD a few times at different schools, they always ended on cliffhangers though, because you left before the campaign could really get going. “Really!?” You asked. “That's so cool!”
Everyone at the table got excited then; asking you if you were serious, what kind of character you played, if you've ever DM'd, just question after question, none of them getting answered. You laughed as the boys bombarded you with queries and Eddie progressively got more and more annoyed with them.
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” He yelled, silencing the table immediately, and a few others next to yours. He was standing now and he turned to you, “You're lying right? There's no way you're actually into DnD.” He looked a little hesitant waiting for your answer. Hopeful, maybe, that you were telling the truth.
“No, I'm not lying! Honestly, I've played a few times but none of the campaigns I've been a part of have gotten anywhere because I moved before we could get to the good stuff.” You explained.
“Ho-ly-shit!” Eddie said, emphasizing each syllable. “You're perfect. You're actually perfect. Sent from heaven, we've gained an angel, boys!” He raised his arms to the air like he was praising a God, the table roared with excitement again. Then he dropped his hands down onto the table with a bang! Making you all jump a little.
Suddenly very serious, he leaned into his hands, looming over you slightly and asked “What's your class and level?”
Realizing he was quizzing you, or maybe this was a hazing? You answered immediately, “I play a Half-Elf Paladin named Sebastian. With my limited amount of play time I've managed to eke him up to level 5.” proud of your answer you lifted your chin up to Eddie, showing him you weren't lying and you definitely knew your shit.
The table was silent again, watching the two of you battle. “Backstory?” He questioned.
“Sebastian was abducted by a group of thieves when he was 15. He spent 20 years under their command, being the muscle to their brains. One night, the thieves’ camp was raided and Sebastian joined the raiders’ side, killing the people who took him hostage. Now, he's sworn an oath to kill or punish every thief or criminal who holds prisoners or slaves captive. He’s also searching for his lost parents that he was ripped away from.” You held eye contact with him the whole time you told your story. Your character's backstory was something you were very proud of and you weren't going to let him make a fool of you.
Eddie leaned back away from you, sitting comfortably in his chair again. “Not bad.” he praised. “I'm thoroughly impressed. I guess we can add ‘nerd’ to your list of qualities that make you fit in here.”
You smiled at him, a warm feeling in your chest growing as you felt the validation from him. “Thank you. I wear that title with pride.”
“Okay! So she's joining us right!? This is fricken awesome!” Thinking Cap shook his clenched hands in front of him in excitement.
Still staring at Eddie, you raised an eyebrow to him, questioning if he wanted you to join or not.
“That's up to her.” He stated. “I think it's clear that the invitation is open.”
Glancing at the table full of smiling guys, all of them on the edge of their seat, waiting for your answer, you simply said, “Then I accept.”
The table roared a final time and you received a few pats on the back and a few “Welcome to hellfire!”s. Meanwhile, Eddie was grinning from ear to ear, trying to play down his excitement, but you could see the way he squeezed his crossed arms together, the same way he did when you talked about music in class. He was definitely happy that you said yes.
When the excitement finally died down and everyone settled into a lighter conversation, Eddie scooted his chair closer to you and whispered somewhat close to your ear. “If we're too much for you, you can tell us to back off. I didn't mean to bombard you with so much shit on your first day. You just seem really cool, and that's rare around here, so I wanted you to have some equally cool friends.”
Turning your head slightly to look at him, you noticed how comfortable he was with being so close to you. And how comfortable you were with it as well. “I'm enjoying it actually,” you whispered back. “I've never felt this welcome before.”
“Good.” Was all he said as he moved away from you, showing off his dimples again with a smile.
You finished your lunch while listening to the multiple conversations happening around the table. Two boys were bickering, three were talking about guitar solos, and Eddie and Plaid Vest were discussing something very quietly. You thought to yourself “Okay, I definitely think like it here for once.”
“Hey, lunch is almost over,” Plaid Vest announced, looking to you. “What class do you have next?”
Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your schedule. “Ummm… History, with O'Donall.”
“NO WAY!” Eddie yelled from right beside you, startling you a bit. “So do I! Let me see your schedule!”
You handed the paper over to Eddie and both he and Plaid Vest (you really should have asked everyone’s name) looked over every class. “None of those are with me, unfortunately.” Plaid Vest said, slightly disappointed. The end-of-lunch bell rang and students began packing up their lunches, returning their trays, and leaving the cafeteria. “I'll see you later tho!” He waved at you with a genuine smile and left the cafeteria.
“You’ll never fucking believe this, but we have every single class together!” Eddie said excitedly.
“No way.” You said flatly, you did not believe that one bit. The rest of the table started packing up their things as well and heading out. Everyone gave you a polite “bye” on their way out.
“I'm serious! Well, except for first period, but the rest of today we do! I’d show you my own schedule but it's in my locker.” Eddie insisted. He stood up as you did and kept to your side as you made your way back to your locker to gather your things.
“So what you're saying is: I'm never going to get rid of you?” You joked, opening up your locker.
“Oh absolutely!” Eddie said with a devilish grin on his face. “Guess you and I have to be friends forever now.”
“Well… forever for me might only be a couple months before I move again, but I think I can handle you for that long.” You teased, pulling the last of your class stuff out of your locker and shutting it.
“You're going to move again? You just got here.” Eddie asked. You both started down the hall towards history class, Eddie leading the way.
“Well, I've moved probably near fifty times in my eighteen years of life, so… it's not unlikely that I'll move again.”
“FIFTY!?” Eddie yelled
“Calm down,” you laughed at his sudden outburst, that number usually surprises people. “Yeah something like that. Makes it hard to keep friends.” You said, sounding a lot sadder than you meant to.
“That fucking blows. Why do you move so much?” Eddie was genuinely curious about you, he was leaning in and listening to your every word.
“You'd have to ask my dad. He pisses off a lot of people and then we’re forced to skip town before he gets his ass beat.” You explained. “He's not in trouble with the cops or anything, just like… landlords, neighbors, bar owners, liquor store employees… pissed off a mayor once too.” God your dad’s a mess.
“Wow, what an asshole.” He stepped through the doorway of your history class and held his arm out in front of him, waving you through like you were royalty. It made you laugh, and made other people stare.
“You're telling me.” You said, exaggerated. You walked past Eddie and quickly made your way to the teacher at the head of the room, wanting to introduce yourself quickly this time so that there weren't so many students in the room for her to announce your presence to.
This teacher, once again, confirmed that this was the right class and welcomed you to Hawkins High. As she finished writing your name on the attendance sheet, a shrill voice let out an exasperated “UGH!” from behind you.
“This is my seat, you freak! Go find a trash can to sit in, or better yet! Go jump off a bridge!” The same blonde haired cheerleader who had smashed into you in the hall was currently screaming at Eddie, who was sitting at a pair of desks in the third row with his feet on the table, not looking at her at all.
“Miss Blackwell! That is enough! None of these seats belong to anyone! Please find another desk to sit in. Mister Munson has already chosen that one.” Ms. O'Donall stated, sternly. She then sighed and added, “And thank you for joining us today, mister Munson.” sounding like she was annoyed that he showed up at all.
The cheerleader and her friend stomped away from Eddie who was now smiling at you, very proud of himself. They sat down at a different pair of desks which caused another two students who had just walked in, to be upset and move back a row, they caused another two to move, and another, and another, and another. Eddie had just disrupted almost every student’s seating habit single-handedly.
“What are you doing?” you whispered to Eddie as you took your seat next to him. “You really wanted to hear the cheerleaders whine huh?”
“Of course! It sounded like fun when I suggested it, and I didn’t think you would do it, so I did.” He took his feet off the desk in front of him and leaned toward you so only you could hear him. “Plus, I figured this was a good spot, you can see the board from here right?”
Did he really just force some cheerleaders to move seats just so that you wouldn't have to sit at the back of the room and squint to see the board? “Eddie!” You whispered, scolding him a bit. “You did not just do that so I could see the board.” You were looking him directly in the eyes, searching for some other explanation than kindness towards you, someone he just met.
Eddie just shrugged his shoulders with a big smile on his face and leaned back in his chair, assuming the same position as he seemed to always do, arms crossed, legs spread.
You continued to stare at him, bewildered that someone would do that for you. A loud voice pulled you away though, “Miss y/ln. I don't think today's lesson is on mister Munson’s forehead, so could you face the board where it actually is, please?” Ms. O’Donall, who you now know will be a hard-ass, was looking directly at you, lips pursed together. “Sorry.” you said quietly, and turned to face her. She nodded sharply and went back to the lesson. You heard a few giggles from behind you, probably the cheerleaders.
You took out your notebook and began copying the notes Ms. O'Donall was writing on the board, trying your hardest to not look at Eddie. Something in your head kept wanting to stare at him, to get closer to him, to really make a friend this time around. But you knew if you did that, it would end in heartbreak when you were dragged off to another city with your parents. So you pushed it all down. Hanging out with the boys won't be so bad, there's no harm in having fun, you just won't let yourself get too attached to them and the break will be clean. Hopefully.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. You managed to get some notes from Ms. O'Donall on the two weeks that you missed so you wouldn't be so behind. And your last class of the day was biology, probably the only class that you learned anything in during all of last year, so it felt like more of a review than new information. Eddie chose to sit you near the front in biology as well, though no one yelled at him in that class, which was honestly surprising.
When the final bell rang, Eddie followed you once again to your locker. “How did you understand a single thing that Mr. Grinnell said?”
“I've been through it before. This is my second senior year. Fuck every other class, but bio? That's my shit. Well, and art, but that doesn't count.” You explained, pulling your jacket and backpack from your locker.
“I dunno, I've been through it before too, but I think it made even less sense this time around.” He rubbed his forehead like thinking made his brain hurt.
You closed your locker and placed your hand on his shoulder. “If you need some help, I don't mind. After all you've done for me so far, I think I owe you something. We can help each other finally finish our senior years. Well… help each other for as long as I'm here.”
Eddie pulled his hand away from his face and looked up at you. “You serious? Because I think I could really use the help. I'm dumb as shit so it might be a challenge, but I'm not gonna say no if it means we get to hang out.” He seemed to be excited about your offer.
“Yeah, I'm absolutely serious. Gives me a reason to stay away from my house and my parents.” You really hated sitting around the house with your dad who was always drunk and mad, and your mom who was always high and stupid. “But not tonight though, I really do have to find my clothes or else I'll be showing up to school tomorrow in this exact outfit. Plus, you have a gig to get to.” You smiled at him warmly, making sure he knew that you weren't just being nice for the sake of it. You really did like the idea of having someone to keep you on track in school, and you had no problem with helping him do the same.
“Deal!” He excitedly accepted and stuck out his hand for you to shake.
You took his hand and gave it a firm shake. “No taking that back now, we've made a deal!” You said, pointing at him.
He grinned. “Scout's honor!” he swore, raising his hand to place it over his heart, his other hand still holding yours.
The two of you made your way outside, ready to head home. “Need a ride?” Eddie offered.
“No, that's okay, I'll walk.” You politely declined.
“Are you sure? If you live near Wheeler, that's a pretty far walk!” Wheeler must be the kid you moved in next to. The one with black hair that looked like Eddie’s.
“Honestly, it's not that bad of a walk. I made it to school that way.” Granted, you were late two periods, but that wasn't entirely your fault. You didn't have your alarm clock unpacked yet and you woke up later than you meant to. “It's pretty straightforward. Plus, it's how I usually learn the city. If I get lost, I'll just wander till I find my way back.”
Eddie looked a little worried for a moment so you patted him on the shoulder and reassured him, “I'll be fine. Promise. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah!?”
He hesitated for a moment but you could see him decide against arguing with you. “Alright then, yeah. See you tomorrow, y/n.” He said, nodding and smiling.
“Bye, Eddie.” You gave him a big smile and a little wave and headed off in the direction of your new house.
The walk home took about 20 minutes, plenty of time to sort out your head and take note of all that had happened in the day. You made six friends in one day, definitely a new record for you! You joined a DnD party, possibly became a groupie, pissed off some cheerleaders, and gained a study buddy. There's a good chance that this town wasn't going to be the worst you've ever stayed in. But the looming question of “just how long will this last?” would never leave your mind.
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Chapter Ten of Addicted
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It was Friday, the first day of the draft. Rhea sat on the couch and was excited to see Bianca as the first draft pick, making a mental note to call her later. Hearing that Jey would stay on Raw gave her so much peace, after talking to him since last Tuesday she finally made her peace on what her future choices would be.
Standing up and going to the kitchen, she grabbed a small bowl and heated up some soup Jey had made the day before he had to leave out to get ready for Raw. Her phone started to ring and it was the one person she for damn sure didn't want to speak to, Dom.
"Hello?"
"Hey mami, how's the shoulder?"
"It's doing better. How's your elbow?"
"Better as well. Hey you wouldn't have talked to Liv or JD lately have you?"
Shit. "No.. I haven't, why?" she lied straight to him, not that it bothered her any.
"Oh alright just wondering.. you watching the draft? How's Bella?"
"Yeah I'm watching.. and Bella is fine."
Dom could sense something was wrong with her tone but didn't want to pressure her about it. But something was definitely.. off.
"You seem tired so I'll let you go, night mami"
"Night Dom"
She immediately hung up and got this weird feeling, it was like he knew that she knew. She dialed JD's number and waited patiently.
"JD? Are you alone right now or.."
"Yeah what's up? Everything okay?"
"I um.. I think he knows that you told me."
"..what?"
"We were on the phone and he just seemed off, it feels like he knows JD. I just don't want anything or anyone to get hurt okay?"
"Yeah..yeah. Hey listen, call Damian alright?
He hung up, leaving Rhea confused. 'Why do I need to call him..' she thought and brushed it off, grabbing her bowl and returning to the couch.
As the night went on and Smackdown was finished, she finally decided to call Damian.
"Hello?" Iyo had answered the phone.
"Hey Iyo, is Damian around? I need to talk to him, it's kind of important."
She heard some shuffling around and waited, glancing down at a sleeping Bella on her side.
"Hey Sis, you alright?"
"Yeah I'm alright but.. JD told me to call you. It's about Dom and Liv.." she trailed off going quiet. She hated the thought of them together and just talking about it made her want to rip someone's head off.
"Oh I see.. look me and Cody found out some shit about them. Apparently they've been sneaking around behind your back since like December or some shit, you'll have to ask Cody. Look I don't know as much as he does but-"
"Don't even bother. I'll talk to Cody myself, don't tell anyone you told me okay? Talk to me after the draft." she hung up before Damian could respond, tossing her phone to the side. She just needed some rest and this will all be over by the morning.
Time Skip. April 29th.
Rhea had talked to Cody about the situation. Now all she needed to do was wait for Damian to call her once the draft was over tonight. "Hey Rips you alright? You seem zoned out over there" Roman spoke, breaking her from her thoughts.
"Yeah I'm alright.. just a little worried about this whole thing with Liv and Dom" she confessed, scooping Bella up into her hand. "I understand but look it's nothing neither one of us can do about it yet alright? We just have to trust Damian, Cody, and whoever the hell else is involved to fix this shit." he told her, setting some plates down on the counter with a slice of toast.
She sighed and waited for him to finish spreading some butter on her toast, grabbing the vegemite from the cabinet. "Have you talked to Jey?"
"No.. Not since yesterday morning" she responded, spreading some vegemite onto her toast. "Well I'll be back, I'm gonna take Barry and Luna to the vet today so you can rest. Does Bella need to go or is she good?" he asked as he stood up, finishing the rest of his toast.
"She has an appointment next month"
Time Skip. 10:45pm.
Her phone rang.
"Damian?"
"Hey. So look, I know you saw what happened earlier on Raw. But I've talked to Cody, he's gonna see what he can do."
"Alright.." she trailed off, scrolling through her laptop. It didn't take her long to get all of Dom's messages and even the camera roll hooked up to her laptop, seeing as she had to do the same thing with Liv. "I'm just looking at some shit here from his phone if you're wondering why I'm quiet."
"How the hell- You know what, I don't even wanna know. Where's Roman? I thought he would be home by now."
"He's out with Dean right now, they should be on the way back with Seth though"
"Shit- Sorry I gotta go, Doms calling"
"Oh-" the line cut. She continued to scroll, seeing messages discussing her injury.
"Hey Rips..? Are you alright in here? Seth is downstairs if you want to say hi" Roman spoke as he opened her door, watching her slam her laptop closed. He sensed something was up and walked in, shutting the door behind him.
"What happened?" "I.. I found some stuff from his phone that I hooked up to my laptop. Look, should I just wait until after Backlash to talk to him?"
Roman sat there and thought for a second, "Yeah.. that's the best choice you got right now. Look, backlash is this Saturday so let's just wait it out and talk to them after alright?"
She nodded and sat her laptop beside her, kicking the soft grey covers off her legs. "I'll go talk to Seth, how's his back?" "He's feeling better"
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2022 Rare Pair Fic Rec List
It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.
Alya/Nino
Strangely Familiar by @sunfoxfic
79,676 words, Teen, 30/30 chapters
Alya Césaire’s life is perfect. Indeed, between the success of the Ladyblog, how well she’s doing in school, and the fact that she’s a superhero who has never bore the weight of a crisis of epic proportions, her life almost couldn’t be better. Almost.
But Alya has always been a go-getter, and so she’ll chase after that perfect life if it kills her. Which is how she ends up rushing to move out of her father’s apartment and in with Marinette, Adrien, and a complete stranger: Nino Lahiffe. And in fact, her life does seem perfect — she and Nino are fast friends. They spend a lot of time together and get to know each other really well.
But in the end, fortunate situations will bear unfortunate truths, and she learns things about herself that aren’t quite comfortable. Like I said, though: Alya has always been a go-getter, and she won’t let new feelings deter her from chasing after her perfect life.
"DJWifi centric with great Core 4 dynamics as well, really interesting Nino & Alya characterisation and interactions and identity shenanigans and aaaahhhhh"
Trust your instincts by @ultrakart
2,380 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Alya has the instincts of a fox. Nino finds it hilarious.
"Funny animal instincts DJWifi fic. Perfect :D"
Laughing at her Laughter by @sunfoxfic
634 words, General, 2/2 chapters
Now that Nino knows Alya has the Fox Miraculous permanently, they're able to try something they always wanted to do: Switch Miraculous. For one of them, at least.
"A very sweet kwami-swap! AND it has beautiful bonus art!"
Pigs and Purposes by @azuriteartist
863 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Nino and Alya discuss responsibility and sacrifice.
"We stan kwami swaps so much and this conveys so much with so little."
Adrien/Nino
in which Adrien braids his boyfriends hair by @ck2k18
986 words, General, 1/1 chapter
"I could do your hair for you,” Adrien offered. “I-if you wanted.”
Nino turned to look at him. “You want to cut my hair?”
Adrien shook his head. “Not exactly. I mean, I could try but I don’t think you want me to, unless you want to end up bald,” he joked. “I was thinking I could braid it.”
"Adrinino is so good and it's so sweet!!! I love a good ole hair doing fic!!! (especially when there's talk of future kids!)"
Marinette/Alya
Is it chill that you're in my head? by @bring-the-storm
8,217 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Alya stared at the picture plastered across the homepage of every single tabloid and news site, whispering every curse she could think of under her breath.
SHOCKING SECRET ROMANCE BETWEEN LADYBLOGGER AND PARISIAN SUPERVILLAIN REVEALED!!! the headline announced, casually shouting the words she had been dreading for all of Paris to read.
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Alya had always assumed that someday Paris would discover that she had secretly been kissing their most wanted vigilante, but she had never thought it would happen so soon. As the domino effects of her relationship with Ladybug go spiraling through her life, Alya turns her sights towards the one responsible: the elusive superhero Hawkmoth.
AKA Someone outs Alya and her girlfriend so she retaliates by deciding to take down Hawkmoth
"A very enjoyable read! As the tags say, it's basically an episode of a show; it's a bit funny, a bit plotty, a bit shippy. A very clever story!"
Marinette/Kagami
We Don't Need Roses by @coffeebanana
5,308 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Kagami’s days at the tattoo shop have gotten a lot more exciting since the flower shop opened up next door, bringing Marinette into her life. But no matter how close the two seem to be growing, Kagami can’t help but notice that something is holding Marinette back.
"Marigami. Mainly fluffy, but there's some angst that really rounds it out. Tattoo parlor/flower shop AU. What I liked most about it was the characters backstories, especially Marinette. Also Kagami is a useless lesbian."
Marinette/Chloé
the memories that you went and tossed away by @sunfoxfic
4,965 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
Marinette Dupain-Cheng suffered from an accident that caused amnesia. Now that lycée has started, she's back in school, and Chloé is trying to make sense of her own problems, but Dupain-Cheng keeps getting in the way, and she can't figure out why.
It's fine; everything's fine.
"An angsty, one-sided crush story that is satisfying and enjoyable, even without a happy ending. It is very well written!"
Alya/Kagami
darling (the composer has stepped into fire) by @theladyfae
1158 words, General, 1/1 chapter
Kagami likes Alya. She still isn't sure whether Alya likes her or not. This is a problem, when Alya's mere presence flusters her more than it should.
"READ FOR EXQUISITE GAY PINING"
Adrien/Lila
A Little White Lie by generalluxun
1,199 words, General, 1/1 chapter
A nervous Lila Rossi shows Adrien her room, and things take an unexpected turn.
"Wonderfully written and deeply emotional, the way you can expect from his fics. Short, with a twist that hits hard for maximum impact. A must-read for all of us who don't like Lila."
Luka/Chloé
broken guitar (with a little c minor sting) by noirshitsuji
2,175 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter
For the White Elephant Exchange at the Miraculous Writer's Guild:
Give the LB and CN miraculouses to two characters (who aren't Marinette and Adrien).
***
“Has nobody ever warned you about adopting strays, Couffaine?”
"The dynamic of Luka and Chloe in this is tasty and I have grown to be extremely fond of the writer's particular style. They're very good at subtext and insinuation and nuance."
Luka & Marc (QPR)
just wanna stay for the night by @asadweeghostie
246 words, General, 1/1 chapter
He keeps trying to not touch them, like little love notes as he eyes his favourite one. Lyrics about love and friendship written next to his keyed notes.
"There's something about this fic that always feels like home to me. I'm aware that this is a queerplatonic relationship, but the way it's written and how it's talked about brings up the possibility for a future romantic relationship, so I feel that maybe it's more fitting here. This author is one of my favorites; the way they write and express relationships is so endearing."
NSFW works
Félix/Kagami
Blood Will Tell by @sunfoxfic
30,352 words, Mature, 11/11 chapters
Kagami Tsurugi is pregnant.
More precisely, Kagami Tsurugi is pregnant and Félix Fathom is the father. After spending months as "friends with benefits," neither knows what to do, and both are panicking in their own emotionally suppressed ways. And as the worst happens — both in their heads and at their hands — they uncover more than they thought they could handle; but the story is not over, and what doesn't kill Kagami only makes her freakishly motivated to be better tomorrow.
"A raw fic that is exploring accidental teenage pregnancy and all that comes with it. It is gently but realistically showing the often-glossed over discussions about abortion, while not straying too dark and being very "readable". The prose is gorgeous as well!! Chlonette: An angsty, one-sided crush story that is satisfying and enjoyable, even without a happy ending. It is very well written!"
Luka/Adrien
I've Got Friends on the Other Side by @inkmousey
6,796 words, Explicit, 1/1 chapter
Father Luka only tries his best to be a devout servent of The Lord. Adrien, a Succubus, wants to see Father Luka on his knees saying his name like a prayer instead.
"I love subverting expectations and this fic does it more than once!!!"
charge de fin de soirée by @leafweaverryn
5,627 words, Explicit, 1/1 chapter
During a late night patrol, Chat Noir finds Luka at a laundromat working on washing everything he's got. The hero takes the opportunity to air out some dirty laundry of his own…
"Such an amazing and thrilling Lukadrien fic!"
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ml big bang#ml big bang 2022#rare pair#djwifi#lukadrien#alyanette#chloenette#marigami#fic recs#ml fic recs#feligami#lukloe#alygami#liladrien#adrino
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you were so... young
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53651305
by triplets_love_Brooklyn99
Peter finally convinces Tony to let him go on a mission with the Avengers but it doesn't go according to plan.
or a wizard curses the Avengers and causes them to revert to the age that they lost their virginity.
Words: 986, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel)
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker
Additional Tags: Bad Parent Howard Stark, Mentioned Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Past Rape/Non-con, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53651305
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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks
Chapter 16/16: Epilogue- Reinterpretation
Pairing: CaptainSwan
Rating: General
Chapter Word Count: (986/24K)
Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally though.
Chapter Summary: Killian's painting at the Nolan Blanchard Art Museum is unveiled.
Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au
Author's notes: This has been such an exciting journey. When I think that this was originally just a silly little oneshot from a silly little prompts list... I'm not gonna get all emotional, but I want to thank everyone whose enthusiasm and excitement over this fic has gotten me through to the end of it. I hope you've all enjoyed it as much as I have!
Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]
Also on Ao3!
Killian's residency at the Nolan Blanchard ended a year later, with the unveiling of the painting the museum had commissioned him for. His brother came up to see the unveiling, along with Uncle Nemo and Paige, the latter of whom was more than "just" a friend of Liam's by this point. August and the new Mrs. Booth came by to support him as well, along with the Nolans- and their new infant son.
But Killian, admittedly, didn't care one iota about whether or not those people were here for the celebration- and if he did, he didn't care nearly as much as he did that Emma was there- today was a day to celebrate her too.
On his way to his wing, Killian saw his girlfriend, staring at a new painting that had recently been put on display in the museum.
"I can't believe this Emma Swan has a painting in this museum now," Killian teased, as he came up behind her.
"Why not?" Emma asked, with a playful smile as they stood in front of her newly recommissioned painting of "Small."
"Because it's just one painting. She deserves a whole gallery of her paintings, so everyone can see her talent," Killian smiled as he put his arm around her, "though none of the masterpieces could ever live up to their artist."
"Or her boyfriend, for that matter," Emma nudged him.
"You've got that right, love," he kissed her forehead.
They walked into his wing together, where his new painting hung behind a large sheet. There were cameras and a few other people around as well as Killian's guests, all waiting for Killian to unveil his masterpiece.
"Go get 'em, tiger," Emma said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
As Mr. Nolan announced him to the group, Killian didn't feel as nervous as usual- though maybe that was just because he was comparing how terrifying this would be with what he was planning on doing afterwards.
"I want to thank you all for coming out here today," Killian said, "and while I don't want to keep you all waiting too long when there's refreshments in a moment, I'd like to give a few brief words. When I partnered with the Nolan Blanchard a year ago, I was a mess. My life was empty, sad, and lonely. During my time here, I got to know some pretty cool people- Mr. and Mrs. Nolan, who've become like family to me, and my beautiful girlfriend Emma. This piece, hopefully, reflects that."
He pulled off the tarp off the canvas to reveal a painting he was rather proud of. It featured two hearts- anatomical hearts- one bright red, though cracked and bruised in a couple places, but with a glow coming from behind it. The heart next to it was in perfect condition, but was gray and dusty, and had metal bars like a jail cell across it.
"Sometimes we go through so much hurt that we don't think we can keep going," he pointed at the farther, grayed heart, "we think we'll do better if we avoid breaking our hearts, so we avoid even using them, and instead we let them wither away in their pristine condition."
He then pointed at the closer heart, the cracked and glowing one.
"But if we use our hearts- if we let ourselves risk getting them hurt- they'll flourish, and thrive, and keep beating. We have to let people in- we have to love. Too often we think 'my heart's too broken to love again-' but that's how you know you can love again. If it can be broken, it means it still works- and the more we use our broken heart, the sooner we can heal it."
Killian nodded and stepped away from the painting as those watching started clapping. He crossed paths with Mr. Nolan, whom he assumed would give him a handshake but instead gave him a hug.
Mr. Nolan then dismissed everyone for refreshments, August and Belle especially making sure everyone cleared out of the room quickly- and August giving Killian a thumbs up, as he was the last one out besides Killian and Emma.
"We probably better get down there if we want there to be refreshments left for us," Emma said.
"Wait," Killian said, taking her hand, "I have something to ask you about first."
"What is it?" Emma asked.
"When we first started out, our relationship was open to our interpretation," Killian said, his throat drying up as he fished around in his pocket, "and then you agreed to be my girlfriend, and now," he half chuckled, "I want to reinterpret us. I don't want you to be my girlfriend anymore," and he pulled a little box out of his pocket, and he got down on one knee, and he opened the box to reveal a ring, "I want you to be my wife instead," he gulped, "Emma Swan, will you marry me?"
Killian wished he could capture her face in that moment on canvas. Sure, he always wished for that, but never more than when he looked up at her on his knees in his gallery, like a ship looking up to its lighthouse, drawn in by the smile beaming on her face.
"Yes," Emma said, "yes, I'd love to!"
Killian smiled as well, all of his fear melting away at her excitement. Energy coursing his veins, he slipped the ring onto her finger, and she helped him up, off of the ground and into her arms.
Emma smiled down at the ring on her finger, then back up at Killian.
"Permission to kiss the masterpiece?" Emma asked.
Killian bit his lip, never having been more in love with her than he was in that moment- but knowing that love would continue to grow with every moment he spent at her side.
"Aye, love," he said, as they drew their lips together, "permission granted."
#captain swan#once upon a time#killian jones#emma swan#ouat#cs ff#cs fanfiction#cs au#once upon a time season 6#august booth#belle french#liam jones ii#paige ouat#david nolan#mary margaret blanchard#neal nolan
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God knows I tried
Chapter III
Word count: 986
003
Liz walked home with a somber smile on her face, she was disappointed and sad that the beloved Monsignor Pruitt wasn't there, but happy that father Paul had welcomed her with open arms, quite literally. Maybe getting tears on the new priest's shirt wasn't the best way to start her day but she had at least made a new friend out of it.
She made her way down the road towards Sarah's house, a burning pit in her stomach as she took her time, not exactly wanting to have this conversation.
She hoped it would be something simple, 'your mother died in her sleep, it was painless, unexpected' yet she had a feeling that wasn't the case, she just hoped she had t suffered.
Sarah opened the door and gave her a sad smile, leading her into the living room, the empty bed where Mrs gunning used to reside now left empty since she passed a few months ago, Liz got the funeral invite but couldn't get the time off work. She sat down in the soft yet old couch as Sarah made coffee for the two of them, the whistle of the kettle breaking Liz's daydream, thousands of worries rushing through her mind.
"Still take two sugars?" Sarah asked, the two were close friends in high school, they bonded over their dreams of getting out of Crockett and getting a degree, they'd spent their time talking about girls and how miss Keane would react if she found out her brightest students didn't exactly follow in the path of god heterosexual plan. "You're bisexual, that's means you could still marry a man!" Elizabeth's mother would say. Supportive yet still traditional, that was Margaret.
"Okay, I don't think there's any point in dancing around this, so I'll be straight with you, you're mother was sick, very sick, and for a long time."
"What do you mean?" Liz was shocked, she called her mom everyday and she never mentioned it.
"She had cancer in afraid, in her lungs, there was nothing we could do, by the time we caught it, well it was too late, I'm so sorry" Sarah looked down at her mug, stirring the teaspoon in her black coffee.
"I don't understand, she would have told me, she should have told me, I would have came back, I could have taken care of her." Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill onto her flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry, I know this is a lot to take in, I tried to convince her to tell you but she refused, I was going to call you myself but I had to keep confidentiality."
At that point Liz stopped listening, her mind going blank as a familiar ringing sounded to her ears.
"I think I need to go." And with that she and Sarah said their goodbyes.
She dragged her feet as she walked home, keeping her eyes glued to the ground, the noises of gravel scraping forming a repetitive rhythm, it was getting dark now and the streets were empty, families sitting down for dinner in there softly lit homes.
"What are you doing out here?" A soft yet commanding voice sounded from behind her, father Paul. "I could ask you the same thing." She still didn't look up from her feet. "Well I thought I'd explore the island a bit more, get to know my surroundings." She nodded, finally looking up at his honey brown eyes, noticing how they glint in the moonlight. "I just got some shocking news and I don't really know how to deal with it, I guess I'm just walking it off." The dark hair man looked off in the distance, nodding in understanding. "If you want to talk about it, I'll happily listen, I've been told I'm a very good listener." He joked.
"How do you deal with knowing somebody you loved suffered for a long time?" This time she could see the understanding in his eyes, the pain of losing someone special.
"I had a sister, when I was a kid, she - she died when I was only 8 when she died and I didn't understand, as I got older I realised-" he looked up at the stars as he took a deep breath. "She suffered, she must have suffered so much, and I didn't even know, I had no idea that the person closest to me was in so much pain, mentally, I could see the physical pain but, as a child you don't see the mental anguish people go through. As a teenager I couldn't stop thinking about how hopeless she must have felt, and I just asked why? Why does god take the ones we love most, that's what lead me to priesthood."
Liz looked up with him through sad eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to overshare." He smiled softly. "No, don't apologise, I'm sorry, that must have been heartbreaking."
Father Paul walked with her all the way home, stopping at the bottom of her porch stairs, she walked up them only to stop at the door. "Do you want to come in for a drink?" He looked around, contemplating what to answer. "You don't have to-"
"Thank you, that would be lovely." He cut her off before climbing the white wooden stairs, the paint chipping more and more with every step.
"Are priests even allowed to drink? I mean when I lived in England as a child the priest would come round to the orphanage and drink but, he wasn't exactly the most orthodox person." She laughed while reaching for the glasses that were slightly too high up for her, luckily the 6'4 priest came to her rescue. "Well as long as we don't black out drunk, I think we're okay." he joked back, placing the two wine glasses on the kitchen table as Liz reached into the liquor cabinet for a bottle.
"White wine okay?"
#midnight mass#midnight mass fanfiction#paul hill fanfiction#father paul fanfiction#father paul#father john pruitt#father paul x original female characters#father paul hill#monsignor john pruitt#monsignor pruitt
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Traintober 2023: Revolutionary (The 1950 AFULE/ARU (Victorian Chapter) Strike, part 2
What The Engines Said
(Wholly fictional scenario of what I imagine happened if the engines at North Melbourne Loco were sentient)
North Melbourne Loco Sheds was achatter with the rumors of a strike by the human enginemen running wild in the yard.
In the evening, the locos were being shedded and the rumors were seemingly being validated with talk among the drivers... who's locos then passed this talk on to everyone else.
"Fireman says we might go on strike... whatever that means..."
"A strike! How exiting!"
"Does this mean we are getting smacked in the face?"
"No, you dummy! It means the enginemen are going to stop working a while!"
"Jeez, a strike... we finally get a break when the human drivers demand something...", grumbled the Norf yard shunter, E 236 "Hercules", a little tank engine.
"Oh do be serious, Hercules... we have no idea what this could mean", intoned S302 Edward Henty, the S-class Pacific, from his special berth.
"Yes we bloody do! It means we all get a rest! I've been run off me wheels since the bloody War ended..."
"He's right!" barked Pluto, A2 986, "We've been running ragged since the war, me cylinders are coming apart..."
"I need an farkin' overhaul..." grumbled Heavy Harry, who coughed painfully and spat a wad of ashy, clumpy black spittle, "They've been a bit stingy on the maintenance..."
"Me axelboxes didn't get looked a when I complained about it! What gives!?" rejoined X29, who had a name but everyone called him "Boofhead".
"Me smoke deflectors are about to fall off.. no one wants to tighten me nuts! Don't even get me started on me boiler tubes!" shouted another loco.
The shed was filled with the sounds of complaint from the locos, until a driver appeared in the middle of the round house.
"Quiet!"
"I'm sure you heard a lot of things... well, I've been sent to tell you that from midnight... there will be a total strike.., no passenger or goods trains are to be pulled until further notice!"
A ripple of amazement went through the locos in the shed.
"Can more frequent maintenance be put on the list of demands?" wheezed Harry.
"It is part of our rationale for the strike already, Harry... you don't need to worry about that..."
"What of the Progress sir?" asked Edward Henty.
"Cancelled, old boy. You could all do with a rest...".
"What of the other sheds?"
"They will be notified in due course... but you heard it from me first... we can trust you for your support, yes?"
More murmurings...
"Whats to stop scabs from climbin' in us?" asked Pluto.
"You're all clever dicks, you can figure it out... lest your tiny little minds blow a fus..."
"Ooooh.... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...", a chorus of rising engine voices.
"Have a good night, we will let you know if the situation changes..." said the driver and walked out.
"So, what do we do?" asked Boofhead.
"I reckon we just sleep, would love a bit of sleep..." chuckled Hercules.
"How long do you reckon it will last, sir?" asked Harry.
"I dare say not that long... the Commissioner can't be that stubborn" said Edward Henty.
"Ah phooey! Of all the things... you reckon they'll listen to the drivers... they'd sooner replace us all with bloody exploding zeppelins than give an inch...", barked Pluto.
"Let the striking drivers and firemen do their work and we'll see..." said Edward Henty.
The shed fell silent, as the assorted big and little engines drowsed off.
The strike was to go on for 55 days... but those are stories for another day.
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Canines | TEAM FORTRESS 2
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54487339
by Nightshade_Garden
Someone had been deciding to run around and inconvenience the rest of the team in a peculiar way, and to say the someone had decided to make the Heavy and his sandvich his latest target was a bit of a miscalculation. The heavy wasn't stupid, and a matching pair of particular teeth marks would lead to the culprit being found...embarrassingly easily at that.
Words: 986, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of TF2 OC COLLECTION !
Fandoms: Team Fortress 2
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Heavy (Team Fortress 2), BLU Heavy (Team Fortress 2), Original Heavy Character(s) (Team Fortress 2), Sniper (Team Fortress 2), BLU Sniper (Team Fortress 2), Original Sniper Character(s) (Team Fortress 2)
Relationships: Heavy/Sniper (Team Fortress 2), BLU Heavy/BLU Sniper (Team Fortress 2)
Additional Tags: Sniper has been causing havoc by stealing bites from food, more indecency I think I dunno, all of BLU is starting to get mad with eachother, except for heavy, he has an idea of who the fuck is snatching bites from the teams food
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54487339
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