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* “Everyone in school thought you were dead.”

* Jessica says bluntly as you walk down the pink streamer filled hallway

* you offer her a fake yawn and a smile.

* “My dad came by for a surprise visit.” She looks confused before her expression smooths

* “Oh your real dad, not Carlisle”

* Carlisle contacted his counterpart, Eleazer to tell him you were running away with a man 300 years your senior

* So of course Eleazer came running -after he probably had a spat with Carmen about who would handle this situation better- to Forks on the first flight he found

* Only to burst through the door to see you and Emmett playing kingdom hearts in the living room

* “Oh, I see the rumors have been vastly exaggerated.”

* Cue -figuratively- sweating Carlisle who takes a sip from his mug

* Since he was already here you figured you would take a few days off from school and show him around

* “Is there anything in particular you might want to see?”

* Edward and Carlisle are looking pretty smug thinking that they’ve already shown you everything of note in the area.

* “I’ve always wanted to see the space needle in Seattle.”

* They both falter when they hear that. All the things they’ve shown you are things humans wouldn’t be able to see, hidden meadows, waterfalls, underwater caverns

* They never thought to show you human landmarks. Eleazer nods a growing smile on his face

* “Seattle has a lot of museums that I’ve wanted to visit as well”

* Carlisle let’s out a sigh of relief, none of his kids would be caught dead at a museum outside of a field trip

* To their dismay and Eleazer’s delight your eyes sparkle

* “Can we go to the pop culture museum and the arboretum too?”

* You don’t even pack, Eleazer tells you you can just buy whatever you need when you get there. You do take a duffel bag full of blood bags though

* And then you’re gone, you leave care instructions for your animals with Edward and you and Eleazer drive off towards Seattle in the rented Mercedes he got at the airport

* “Is it just me... or do they look happier with Eleazer than they are with us.” Edward’s only talking to himself, but Carlisle hears and the oncoming doting parent verbal and mental sputter makes him regret saying anything at all

* “it’s okay Carlisle, I’m sure they’re happy here with us too.”

* You guys stay at a pretty upscale hotel downtown, in the penthouse

* “Are you here on a trip with your boyfriend?” The receptionist asks, and Eleazar straight up starts laughing

* “This is my dad.” You say with a straight face and you can tell the receptionist wants to die

* “I-I’m so sorry, we usually get couples this time of year.” Right, it’s almost Valentine’s Day. Makes sense.

* Still there’s something super gross about people thinking you’re romantically linked to Eleazer

* The penthouse is very nice. There’s an infinity pool on your balcony, and three different bedrooms.

* The trip is really fun, you have a -pretend- meal at the revolving restraint at the needle, and spend the rest of the week museum hopping

* “She feels so familiar....” you mumble to yourself as you gaze at a portrait of a woman with long dark hair

* “That’s Carmen” Eleazer tells you

* “What?!?”

* “She was popular with artists even before she turned, it’s always been a hobby of hers to model” You’re just glad it’s not a nude portrait

* You take super cheesy pictures at the natural history museum, and even better pics at the pop culture museum

* On one of your last nights in the city Eleazer took you to a laundromat

* “I know we’ve been running out of clothes, but I’m sure the hotel has a laundry service”

* Eleazer just grins, talking to the attendant, who takes him to a hidden door.

* Well this isn’t sketchy at all

* Eleazer takes your hand in his as he leads you down a long narrow hallway. When you teach the end there’s a pretty nice bar and what appears to be a jazz club

* “It’s a speakeasy, I thought it might be a little fun for our last day”

* Being beautiful has its perks because the waiter doesn’t even card you, just brings you your dink

* “So...Garrett huh?” You groan, and Eleazer smiles

* You knew this was coming

* “Don’t worry, I’m not like Carlisle, if you like someone I like them too.”

* Well at least he isn’t acting like a total freak about the whole thing

* “I am surprised someone like Garrett is more your flavor though” you raise an eyebrow.

* “In comparison to who?” Eleazer gives you a funny look

* “Edward of course”

* You almost spit out your drink

* “Oh, is this one of those situations where the three of you are a couple together?”

* You start coughing and the waiter brings you a glass of water

* “We’re not together!”

* “Well of course you and Garrett aren’t together yet-“

* “Edward and I aren’t dating.”

* Eleazer just looks at you like you told him you’re pregnant

* “That can’t be right” he mumbles and you sigh

* “Why would you think we were dating?” The jazz singer belts out a high note and Eleazer patiently waits for her to be done so he can talk again

* “Well you went with them to Forks, and when you came to visit last year with him we all just figured it had happened naturally”

* Besides, Eleazer see’s the way he looks at you.

* Like you’re the epitome of your gender, like there’s never been anyone like you and there never will be again

* “We all? The entire coven thinks that?” Your fingers thread through your hair.

* What does Tanya think about that? She must be feeling pretty smug what with that talk she gave you all those years ago about how you would eventually date Edward

* Edward probably knows and just doesn’t even care, the criminal probably thinks it’s funny

* Eleazar watches you have a breakdown, taking a small sip of his brandy. It looks like you haven’t realized the way you look at Edward yet

* You look at him like you don’t have a single doubt. You trust him unconditionally, you know exactly who he is and where he will be.

* You look at him like he’s home

* “This is so embarrassing” you mumble and Eleazer smiles

* He guesses it’s not time yet for you to realize your feelings. Maybe it’s for the best, he’s not as bad as Carlisle, but the thought of giving you away at your wedding makes his heart ache.

* “The best cure for embarrassment is alcohol, drink up.” He grins when you clink your glass against his before gulping down the contents of your drink.

* Who knows, maybe in a few years someone completely different will show up and sweep you off your feet.

* You do talk about something really important with Eleazer though

* “Eleazer when do you think Aro will send for me?”

* Eleazer stops mid motion, his glass halted halfway between the table and his mouth

* “If I’m being honest, I don’t think he will for many years” Eleazer has an awkward expression on his face. “I think he’s afraid of you”

* You sputter

* The great and powerful Aro?! Alive for 1000’s of years. AFRAID OF YOU?!?

* “Oh don’t look at me like that, try and think about it from his perspective.”

* Your power is on par with Janes, but unlike her over the decade you’ve been a vampire your power has only gotten stronger. Your body’s natural despair and your desire to be human feed off of each other, compounding on each other to make your power that much more potent

* The only difference is that now you’ve learned to hide it, keeping your emotions in check so others aren’t hurt

* There isn’t a person alive that stands a chance against you at your full potential. You’re the strongest known vampire

* “Chelsea can’t bind you to coven with her loyalty like she does the others,” Eleazer takes a sip of his drink. “his only choice is to let you come back on your own volition, otherwise he risks a war.”

* A war he wouldn’t win, on your own it was dicey, all of them against just you could go either way

* But you weren’t alone anymore, now you have Tanya, Kate, Irina, Carmen, Eleazer

* And Edward. You know without a second thought Edward would follow you into hell if you asked.

* “Saving any discovery of remarkable talent”

* A discovery like Bella

* You’re not 100% certain, but you’re pretty sure your powers don’t work on Bella, the same way Edward, Jane and Alec’s powers won’t work on her

* And if she can really spread her shield to others-

* You’re f*cked

* “but the chances of that are slim to none.” Eleazer reassures you

* You give him a reassuring smile

* “Salud” you raise you glass and he smiles

* “Salud” he grins as your glass clinks

* You weren’t expecting the week to go by so fast, or to be having as much fun as you did.

* You were pretty sad when the end of the week rolled around and Eleazer dropped you off home

* “He’ll be back before you know it” Edward says, his arm over your shoulders, giving your arm a comforting squeeze

* “Yeah I know, it still feels bad though”

* Edward doesn’t say anything, he just holds you a little closer

* You’re thankful to the Cullen’s for taking you in and giving you an opportunity you might not have had otherwise

* But they’re not your coven, they’re not really your family

* And so now you’re here, walking in a bright pink and red construction paper covered hallway next to Jessica who’s talking about Valentine’s Day

* Ah right, today’s Valentine’s Day

* “Do you think maybe...Mike bought me a carnation?” She asks twirling a strand of hair around her finger

* “I’m sure he did”

* You’re actually sure he bought one for Bella, but you’re hoping the courtesy extends to the whole friend group

* You bought all your friends valentines, and that includes the Cullen’s and everyone on the cheer team

* The money wasn’t the worst part, they were only a dollar each, the worst part was having to write notes for all of them, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the girl at the table wasn’t giving you a dirty look as you pretended to struggle through writing 30 cards

* “How much do you want to bet Bella gets the most flowers out of all of us?”

* You would bet the entire contents of your bank account, but you’re pretty sure Jess can’t match your bet

* “Well, she’s something new to look at, and boys are dumb”

* Jessica blows a strand of hair out of her face. You know she’s probably a bit bitter since she’s started to notice Mike is interested in Bella and not her

* But you kind of get it

* Bella’s cute, but she’s no Cindy Crawford. And to add...she’s really shy, not exactly someone with a charismatic personality.

* The attention she’s garnered will fade in due time, Edward had told you as much

* “It’s the same thing as when we moved to town, most of these kids have gone to school together since childhood, so when someone new gets here it’s all they can think about. They don’t really like her, they just like the idea of her. The illusion of a choice”

* It made you a little sad to be honest, even worse was that Bella didn’t seem to enjoy the attention. She seemed uncomfortable every time a boy flirted with her

* “I almost feel bad for her, I get the feeling she’s not really into any of these guys that are chasing her” Jessica says, so you’re not the only one that’s noticed

* You’re a little surprised that when the student comes by with carnations you get two entire bouquets worth

* And then they come back the next period and give you another bouquet

* “Oooo someone’s popular!” Angela teases and you shrug. Most of these are from Alice and Rosalie, they each bought you three each

* You got a whopping 12 from Conner which feels a bit surprising

* You knew he was going after it, but you didn’t think he would bother to actually put any effort into his attraction outside of flirting with you

* You’ve got one from everyone in your friend group, a handful from others on the cheer team, Emmett and Jasper both bought you one

* The only person who didn’t get you one was Edward

* You wonder if he got Bella one? The thought seems unlikely since they were basically at each others throat the last time they were together

* So imagine your surprise when you walk into the hall to see Bella and Edward talking

* You’re gone for a week and it’s like they’re suddenly insta-friends

* In fact, Bella’s actually blushing, a carnation twirling between her fingers

* A light red carnation

* So he did buy carnations after all, just not for you

* And Edward...his eyes are sparkling as he looks down at her. A lopsided grin curling onto his face

* Oh, there’s that smile

* He says something to her and she pouts, slapping him lightly with the carnation

* They’re getting along just fine without your matchmaking efforts

* So you were the problem

* You should be happy, relieved even-

* But all you can feel is the sharp twist in the bottom of your stomach

* “Hey (Y/N/N), I see you got my flowers”

* You turn around to see Conner who’s looking at your half zipped bag, 3 bouquets of flowers popping out of the top

* “Oh, yeah thanks they’re beautiful.”

* “I’m glad you got them, I noticed you weren’t at school and for a second I was worried you wouldn’t be here today too.”

* He really is cute. He’s got chocolate brown hair and clear blue eyes, a splatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He plays tennis or baseball or some other irrelevant sport.

* He’s popular with the girls too, he dated Lauren a few times, and Jessica admitted she had a crush on him freshman year.

* “Are you feeling better now?” He asks, he looks genuinely concerned and it takes you back a bit

* “Yeah, my dad came for a surprise visit so we went to Seattle”

* “Oh that’s cool, what did you guys do?”

* You’re a little surprised that Conner O’Malley, f*ckboy extraordinaire, is Trying to engage you in an honest conversation

* “We just did all the tourist stuff, space needle, museums, food, the usual.”

* Conner smiles at you, hands fidgeting together

* “That’s cool, did you um-did you read the note with the bouquet?

* You didn’t notice there was a note, you swing you backpack around, picking out his bright red bouquet with ease.

* You hadn’t paid attention to the note attached than reading the name on the front to see who they were from.

* “Will you be my valentine” you read the note out loud, feeling confused. What does that mean

* He fidgets in front of you, from here you can see his ears are bright red

* “So would you want to go out sometime?”

* He’s asking you out? On a proper date????

* “We could go watch a movie, or um I know you like to ride those bikes in Port A-“ you do like to ride those bikes in port a

* You watch the his human boy fumble over himself. There’s no future with this boy, one day he’ll grow old and want things you won’t be able to give him.

* “I have a ton of homework to catch up on-“

* “Oh, yeah no, I get that”

* But maybe... maybe it’s okay just to pretend and let yourself be entertained by the experience

* “Would you want to come with me to the library? I’m totally lost on Trig”

* You know it’s not the most romantic place, but that’s part of the reason you suggested it. You want to give him an out

* He looks a little surprised but recovers quickly.

* “I’ll meet you after school then, we can drive to the library together”

* You don’t bother telling Edward, you just look to the spot where he’s with Bella, he must have heard

* His eyes meet yours, his mouth pinches into a slight smile and he gives you a nod before turning back to Bella

* What so just because he’s got a new friend you’re invisible now?

* Stupid Edward. Not like you care, you just wanted him to know he’d have to ride home with the others

* Maybe his new best friend Bella can give him a ride home

* “So you’re going out with Conner tonight huh?” Mike asks when you take your seat in biology

* Edward doesn’t so much as spare you a glance

* “He’s just helping me catch up on school work.” You shrug, pulling out your biology homework

* “I bet he’ll help you catch up on-“

* “You’re going out with Conner?” Bella interrupts, you’re grateful for it but at the same time: those doe eyes and innocent face irritate you

* “He’s just helping me catch up on homework I missed”

* “Couldn’t Edward hell you do that?”

* You try to not look at Edward

* But what the f*ck?!?

* Last week the two of them couldn’t even sit in a car together for a short ten minute drive, and now all of a sudden she’s asking why you’re NOT spending time with Edward?

* It’s so... irritating

* You feel a tap on your arm, and turn to look at Edward

* “Control yourself”

* Oh great so the one time he decides to acknowledge your presence is to tell you to control your powers because he’s worried about his little human girlfriend getting the whiplash?!?

* Seriously, f*ck off Edward

* “Mr. Barnes I have to go to the nurse.”

* You don’t even wait to hear his answer, you just grab your bag and walk out

* You keep walking, practically fuming until you get to the parking lot

* Well you can’t leave, you already told Conner you’re going with him to the library after school

* Not to add it’s going to look real weird if you don’t go the nurses office eventually after storming off like that

* But you don’t want to go there yet

* Queue you discretely crouching under a window, lightly tapping the glass

* “Rosalie, Rosalie can you hear me?” You whisper

* Rosalie head turns to the window, her eyebrows threaded together, you poke your head just slightly above the ledge and give her a small smile and a wave

* Well at least it’s always interesting with you around

* “What are you doing?” Rosalie asks when she meets you under the school staircase

* You give her a nervous smile before collapsing onto the floor

* She gives you a knowing look before sitting beside you

* “So what did king Brood do now?”

* Queue the Edward rant

* “I leave for one week and all of a sudden he’s besties with some human, when just last week he told me not to get to close to her”

* “That’s Edward for you, king of the brood and hypocrisy.” Rosalie leans her head back against the wall

* “You know he didn’t even get me a carnation?”

* Rosalie rolls her eyes

* “That sounds like him, if it helps he didn’t buy me a carnation either, he just doesn’t think things like this are important”

* “He bought Bella one.”

* Rosalie sputters at that, so you retell her all about the flirting you had to watch

* “What color was the carnation?” Rosalie asks, and your eyebrows thread together

* Why is that important right now?

* “Um I don’t know, not quite pink, not quite red, something in between.”

* Rosalie’s expression smooths

* So that’s his game

* “Don’t worry about it too much as long as it’s not a deep red it doesn’t mean love”

* Now it’s your turn to sputter

* “W-what why would I be worried? Edward can do whatever he wants, even if it is with some human”

* Rosalie gives you a knowing look, and you avert your eyes

* If Rosalie were cruel she might ask why you’re sitting out here with her instead of in class, if you don’t care about what Edward does

* But Rosalie isn’t cruel, at least not to you

* She pats your shoulder, and you sigh

* “Come on let’s go to the nurse so you can pretend you have cramps or something” you nod

* “Besides don’t you have a date with the hottest human boy at our school?” You groan and a teasing smile curls onto her lips

* “Not you too.”

* The date is over hyped for sure, it’s mostly you and Conner sitting at the end of a small table asking each other questions about the trig homework

* “So...are you supposed to use the radical formula for this one?”

* “I think so..do you remember the formula?” Conner scratches his head

* “Um I remember there was a story about a mixed up guy going to a party that’s supposed to help”

* Basically it’s more like you’re helping Conner with home work than him helping you Totally underwhelming

* “Sorry, I bet there are better ways to spend your Valentine’s Day” Conner scoffs

* “Are you kidding? I’m spending it with the hottest person at Forks HS, as far as I’m concerned this is a win” he grins and you smile back

* Well, it wasn’t completely a waste

* You roll around back home around 11:30, everyone’s gone, on with their own Valentine’s Day plans.

* You’re not surprised to see Edward’s not in his room either He’s probably out watching Bella or doing god knows what

* You know this is the way it supposed to be, it’s the best thing for you too, you know even with Bella in the mix Edward would never betray you

* Once she’s on your side you don’t have to worry about the Volturi. But still, there a twist in your stomach You don’t like this new Edward, even if it is who he really is.

* You want your Edward back

* You sigh as you walk down the hall and into your room Stopping in the doorway when you flick on the lights

* There on your desk is a bouquet of roses

* You have half a mind to think they’re from Eleazer or Garrett or something

* So imagine when you pull off the card to see Edward’s name attached

* “Glad to have you home, happy Valentine’s Day” - Edward

* You toy with the card, a small smile curling onto your lips

* Maybe he’s still your Edward

* Your Edward just more anti-social

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justasimplesinner · 3 years

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Ok ok Eddie with a jock friend (and eventual s/o), here's what I'm thinking: High school Eddie (whatever version honestly) mouths off to some teachers or embarrasses them with his superior intellect in an insulting way and gets sent to the principal's office. Since this is a repeat offense (try seven times and counting) the punishment is more severe...but the principal says she'll lighten his detention sentence if he uses his smarts for good and enters the high school's peer tutoring program for at least a month. Cue jock who is eager to learn but maybe has a learning disability or ADHD and their course material just isn't sticking.

They come to Eddie for help and he's a bit of an ass at first but then he realizes that they're not just looking for answers; they are genuinely interested in what he has to say and wants to learn so they can do their homework on their own. He gets to know them and how intelligent they are in other ways and his little heart goes doki-doki.

this invoked violent daydreaming in me, i've gotten distracted by my own thoughts every 5 minutes while writing this

Edward with a dumb jock s/o hcs:

safe to say, this situation isn't ideal, and Eddie is not happy at all. he has to deal with idiots and brutes every day anyway, and now they're taking some of his only spare time away from them all just because he was right and his teacher was wrong? why is he constantly being punished for being right, for being smart?

he doesn't get along with his fellow peers from the program at all. some of them recognized him already and knew it was better to stay away lest they wanted to get insulted either by him or everyone else for talking to him, some of them tried to reach out but gave out pretty quickly. in highschool, Edward became way more bratty and mean. in middle school, he was still trying to fit in but he was incredibly overwhelming for other kids and also an easy target, and that really made him resent everyone around him. so getting along with the other students wasn't really an option

however, he dreaded meeting the ones he had to tutor even more. partly because he did not want to deal with some idiots that couldn't get an equation right, partly because he knew most of those idiots are going to be the same ones that always pick on him. half the football team had to be assigned to that program so they would pass their classes. sports don't always give you a get out of jail free pass apparently, and they were forced to study, which didn't sit well with them at all

and then, you came along. he didn't know if you were better or worse than the rest of the jock community that he had the displeasure of meeting. you were just so... dense. it's like you were smart but didn't even know it and couldn't quite use that to your advantage. it fucking annoyed him. incredibly so. you were frustrating beyond imagination. you were getting distracted so easily, and he had to explain the same thing over and over to you and it was driving him up the wall. why couldn't you just get it? Edward both thinks he's the smartest and that nobody will ever understand the lengths his knowledge goes to, and can't quite grasp the fact that people just can't understand something that's so blatantly obvious to him. safe to say, he would not be a good teacher

Ed is absolutely appaled by your eagerness to learn though. practically everything he says flies over your head and despite all his rambling, you still don't understand jack shit, but at the same time... you're such an avid listener. you genuinely think this peer tutoring program could help you get better. you want to get better. and as much as he doesn't want to admit, it really scores you some brownie points in his eyes. because despite everything, you at least try. you don't expect him to do your homework for you and guarantee you a good grade, you genuinely want to work for it. you expect him to explain things to you so you can do that homework yourself and you can be proud of yourself for doing something right. sometimes, he thinks he'd prefer it if you just threatened him to do your work for you because getting you to remember something is an impossible task, but he doesn't mean that

he remembers one of your first study sessions together when he just snapped and almost screamed at you that you were an idiot. to his absolute astonishment, you didn't beat his ass, you didn't even scream back. you just smiled your stupid dorky smile and laughed your stupid dorky smile, saying that he clearly wasn't in the mood so instead of studying you took him for a late lunch. a lunch. and instead of learning more about what you were supposed you, you were trying to learn more about him. best thing is, that day was the first and only time he shared any form of personal information with you and - as opposed to the Mendeleev's table - you memorized most of what he said. hell, next time you saw him, you brought him that specific chocolate he somehow admitted to liking

more and more often, you were bringing him small things, 'thank you gifts' as you called them. as if you knew you were hard to put up with sometimes, at least for him. of course, at first he took it as some sort of bribe, that you tried to worm your way into his graces so he'd do your homework for you or whatever but soon enough you made him realise that you were just genuinely being nice. he has never met someone quite like you, you were an enigma to him

soon enough, he didn't even realise he was looking forward to those study sessions with you. he was constantly lying to himself about how annoying and dense you were, and yet he started feeling more comfortable around you and talking with you freely. he started liking your stupid inquires that usually were something along the lines of "what kind of animal is the Pink Panther", even smirking at them under his nose as if he found idiocy amusing. it was both a nightmare and a blessing to have you around

he couldn't quite understand the weird feeling he got whenever you referred to him as your friend or greeted him at the corridors. or when you offered to have some study sessions at your house because you couldn't keep quiet in the school library and put all the librarians on edge. he didn't really get what was going on with him when he smiled and laughed along with you, in your messy room, as you were trying to figure out how to write a proper essay

he... liked coming to your house. it was admittedly better than the library. your parents were really warm and welcoming, weirdly supportive which he couldn't quite understand since you weren't... well, the brightest. the food was nice, too. and your room was so... you. that's the only way to describe it, what with all the little trinkets and posters and things laying around, and with some music or movies in the background. he also noticed a constantly reoccuring theme amongst your possessions and he was surprised how much knowledge you had on one or two specific subjects. your small little obsessions that you somehow learned about a lot easier than anything else

at some point, without even realising it, you two started hanging out. like, really hanging out, not just meeting up to study. you played some games and talked about random stuff, with you always inquiring about everything, which in turn made him feel like someone actually listened to him for once and rambling for hours to no end. you even tried to teach him your favourite sports, despite his protests, and he was really shocked when you didn't laugh at his general clumsiness and awkwardness when it came to physical activities. you were actually just as weirdly supportive of him as your parents were of you. he didn't see you get annoyed at him even once, and you always tried to explain to the best of your abilities how things worked in sports. show him the proper moves and stances. he didn't quite pick it up, but you two had... fun

spending so much time with you made him notice your strengths, and there were suprisingly many, not just physical (but god, you could just lift him up like a stick? like he wieghed nothing?). he started to slowly figure out your thinking process which made him use different teaching methods that suited you better and lo and behold, there was progress. nothing too crazy, but it was progress. he didn't know which one of you was more proud - you or him

you finally found a way to learn and you started getting better grades. you didn't have to sacrifice school for sports or vice versa. you were going to pass. and all those small victories made Ed realise that soon enough, you won't need him anymore. you'll be capable of learning by yourself, since now you found a good way to do it. you weren't going to meet up with him so often, instead going out with your actual friends since now you could. now you had time. and when i tell you that he almost sabotaged you both just to force you to stick with him for a little while longer-

who was going to tell him stupid jokes now? who was going to listen to him? who was going to talk to him? who was going to cuddle him on your bed and fall asleep there with him from the pure exhaustion from studying? who was going to be his golden retriever friend when you were gone? he wouldn't ever imagine he'd be so sad to get rid of a bumbling idiot in his life? you were his bumbling idiot, and he really didn't want to go back to how things were before he knew you. he didn't want to be alone again. he didn't want to stop being so happy

so let me tell you, the pure fucking relief on his face when you start telling him about how many fun things you two can do now that you don't have to study all the time and hang out more is unimaginable. you never felt him hug you so tight as in that one moment

#riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #the riddler #edward nashton #my writing #headcannons #fluff #some angst #sovereign of succ #god this is my favourite trope #i love it here

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marvelsdc22 · 4 years

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New Girl

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! This was requested and since I’m currently watching the movies again, I just had to get it written!! I hope you guys enjoy!! :)

Note: Y/N is the new girl in town, she runs into Bella and things start to take a turn, what all does Forks have in store for her? Especially after meeting the Cullen’s

Word Count: 2251

Since you’re writing for Twilight now, I was wondering if you could do a Rosalie x Reader. Reader is an adult new to town who came to escape her past & finish her last year of high school. Also, maybe reader is a badass that rides a motorcycle. @confusinggemini612

Arriving at Forks, you were ready for a fresh start, you had done things you weren’t proud of in New York that you wanted to get away from and it worked out that your father got a job at the sheriffs department in town, today you were starting your first day at Forks High School “Honey, hurry up or you’ll be late!” Your mother called from the kitchen, causing you to sigh as you finished tugging your shoe on “Coming!” You called, grabbing your bag and helmet before heading downstairs.

“Hi, mom! Bye, mom!” You said, snagging a piece of toast off a plate that your mom had set out for you and your brother, Tyson “Have a good first day at school!” You heard your mom call as you headed out of the house, you saying a muffled ‘love you’ with your mouth full of toast as you headed out, going over to your motorcycle and pulling your helmet on before driving off.

When you got to the school, you found a parking spot and pulled your helmet off, taking a quick look around and seeing a lot of people staring at you, you wanting to shrink back into yourself but you refused to let yourself do that Things are going to be different here you thought to yourself, getting off your bike and heading towards the entrance of the high school.

Getting inside, you ran into a brunette “I’m-I’m so sorry” the girl said, looking at you and reaching down to pick her books up, you bending down to help her “Don’t worry about it… The name’s Y/N Y/L/N” you said, handing her the books before standing up and watching as she stood up as well “Bella Swan” she said, looking at you as she rearranged the books in her hands and the two of you standing there awkwardly until you heard the bell “Hey, do you know where this class is?” You asked her before she headed off “Yeah, that’s my class, follow me”.

Later on throughout the day, you were walking down the hall with Bella and her other friends when a handsome looking man came up to you guys “Bella” he said, wrapping an arm around her and looking at you with those piercing gold eyes that made you slightly uncomfortable but you stared back “Edward, we gotta go” a pixie-haired girl with the same golden eyes said, looking at Edward then looking at you and smiling “Hello there, are you a friend of Bella’s?” She asked, looking at Bella when she put a hand on her arm “Alice, Edward… This is Y/N Y/L/N, Y/N, this is Alice and Edward Cullen” she introduced, causing you to nod “What’s up” you said, not sure what was happening at this moment.

“We should get going” Edward said, looking at Bella and then Alice who nodded before smiling at you, seeming to have a certain knowing gleam in her eyes as she looked at you, like she knew something was going to happen “Hope to see you again soon!” She said cheerfully, giving you a wave before heading off with Edward and Bella “The Cullens are a strange bunch, you get used to it” Jessica said, looking at you and you nodded “I see” you said, saying your goodbyes before you headed off.

When you got outside, you headed over to your bike when you felt someone staring at you, causing you to turn around and seeing Bella heading over to a vehicle with Edward and Alice then locking eyes with a blonde that was standing by the vehicle, her golden eyes piercing into yours as you both had a stare down, her face staying neutral until it filled with disgust and anger before she averted her gaze and focused on the bulky man beside her, you letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before you slipped your helmet on and headed off.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and the blonde which you found out her name was Rosalie thanks to Bella and Alice, but Rosalie had of course been ignoring you for some reason, she seemed to not really like you even though you could’ve sworn you hadn’t done anything “Hey Y/N” Alice said, coming over to you as you hopped off your bike, you leaning back against it as you looked at her “What’s going on?” You asked, looking at her and giving her a small smile, her having grown on you with her peppy attitude “Just wanted to see if you wanted to come to our place and hang out? We’re going to be playing baseball tonight” she said, you having found out about them being vampires by accident when Bella accidentally let it slip when you stayed over at her house one night “I don’t really-“ “Come on! Please?” Alice asked, giving you those puppy eyes that even you couldn’t say no to “Fine, at least tell me I won’t be the only human there” you said, looking at her and jumping at the squeal she released before she pulled you into a hug “Of course not! Bella will be there” she assured, you watching as she smiled at you when she pulled back, that gleam in her eyes appearing once more and making you question what you had gotten yourself into.

When you arrived at the Cullens house with Alice, you were immediately approached by Rosalie “What is she doing here?” She asked Alice, the anger obvious in her voice “I invited her, be nice” Alice scolded, looking at Rosalie who gave you a glare before she stormed back into the house “She really doesn’t like me” you noted, watching as she stormed inside “Trust me when I say that isn’t the case” Alice said, giving you a look before leading you towards the house.

During the game, you were placed on Rosalie’s team thanks to Alice and you were playing short stop alongside Jasper “You ready for this, Y/N?” Emmett shouted, smirking at you as he got ready to bat “Just hit the ball!” You called back, rolling your eyes and getting as ready as you could be before Emmett hit the ball, it coming straight towards you and you of course going for it, shockingly catching it and holding your gloved hand up with the ball inside of it “Well I’ll be damned” Emmet laughed, looking at you with a surprised look on his face before he smiled at you “Holy fu-“ you said when you finally felt the pain shoot through your hand, the adrenaline having been keeping it back, letting the ball fall from your hand and throwing the glove to the ground, your hand already swelling as you looked at it and not hearing the others rush over to you since you were more focused on the pain you felt in your hand “It’s definitely broken” Carlisle said, looking at it.

Once they got you back to the house and Carlisle wrapped your hand in a cast, looked at Emmett who looked at you apologetically “It’s okay, Emmett, I decided to try my luck with a high velocity ball” you chuckled, lightly punching his shoulder with your good hand and earning a smile from him, feeling a certain blondes worried gaze on you and turning to her, you giving her a small smile to show that you were okay and that seeming to ease her worry a bit “We should get you home” Alice said, looking at you and you nodded, knowing that your mom was probably wondering where you were “I can take her” Rosalie said, stepping up and looking at you two, you looking at her with a shocked look before you nodded and grabbed your stuff, Alice giving you a small smile before you headed out with Rosalie.

The car ride was silent as she drove you back to your house, your bike having been left at the Cullen’s since you couldn’t drive it back, you glancing at Rosalie and feeling your heart pound as you stared at her, quickly averting your gaze when she looked back at you “Thanks for giving me a ride, you didn’t have to” you said, going back to looking out the window “I did… You wouldn’t understand” Rosalie said, glancing at you as she glanced at you before focusing on driving, you wanting to say more to her, but she just stared ahead and sped up some more.

A few days later, you were out with Bella, her being worried about everything that was happening, there being a lot of killings happening around town, everyone thinking that it was a wild animal, but you guys knew otherwise, there were vampires out killing people “Are they closer to finding them?” You asked as the two of you walked through the woods, you guys needing some air and you guys having rode your motorcycle out here, against Edward’s wishes but you had promised to look after Bella “No, not yet” Bella sighed, looking around as you two walked.

After a bit, you felt like someone was following you guys and you could tell Bella thought the same thing since she kept looking back “We should head back” you said, looking at her and earning a nod as the two of you started heading back where you came from; the closer the two of you got to your motorcycle, the more you felt yourself being watched “Run” you said, hearing a branch break before you both took off running, you looking back and seeing a flash of red curly hair as you guys ran, making it back to your motorcycle and throwing a helmet to Bella, which she fumbled before she pulled it on and got onto the bike behind you “Go! Go! Go!” Bella shouted, wrapping her arms around your waist before you took off, looking back every so often as you drove off, the red head getting closer to you guys.

Before you could get far, she grabbed the back of your bike, knocking it off balance and sending you both flying from it, you letting out a cry of pain as you landed on your still broken hand and seeing a flash of a person, no vampire, tackle the red head as you hit the ground and feeling pain surge through your body as you watched the blonde… Rosalie, attack the other vampire and seeing Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s join in, Edward going to check on Bella, who was not too far from you on the ground “Y/N? Look at me” you heard someone say, causing you to look up and seeing Alice kneeling in front of you “I’m okay” you promised, wincing as she helped you sit up and knowing the damage wasn’t all too serious, minus the soreness you felt everywhere “Victoria got away” you heard Jasper say, Victoria having managed to get free from Rosalie’s grip, who was currently looking at you before she went over to you “I got her, Alice” she assured, glancing at Alice but her eyes mostly staying on you.

Once Alice headed off to help the others, Rosalie looked at you for a moment before reaching over and gently pulling the helmet off your head, your eyes locking before the next thing you knew, you were in her arms and being carried off, the speed of her carrying you away barely registering as you held onto her, her only stopping when she got back to your house which was empty for the day since your family was gone doing other things, you not saying anything as she brought you to your room and set you on your bed “I’m okay” you promised, looking at her and unsure what was happening right now, not able to tell what she was thinking as she looked at you “You’re in danger… Because of me” she said softly, gently cupping your face and you fighting back the flinch when you felt her cold hand on your face.

“Rosalie, what are you talking about?” You asked, looking at her and watching as she looked at you, her seeming conflicted with herself “You’re my mate, I tried to fight it back, but I can’t… Not anymore, not now that I almost lost you” she said, looking at you and biting her lip “I thought you hated me” you said, reaching up and resting your hand on hers “Hate you? I love you” she said softly, resting her forehead against yours and closing her eyes, wanting to fight back how she felt about you, but she couldn’t anymore, you giving a pained laugh before you closed the distance between you two, you feeling her resist so you started to pull back before she surged forward and kissed you, you able to feel her holding back as she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you closer, you wincing since everything still hurt which caused her to pull back “I’m sorry” she said quickly, going to pull away from you but you placed a hand on her arm “No, stay” you asked, looking at her and watching her think for a bit before she nodded, laying back down on the bed beside you and letting you get comfortable against her, holding you close to her as she listened as your breaths evened out, her thinking of how she was going to do everything in her power to keep you safe.

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pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak [Reddie] written by: Amy rating: Teen word count: 2,214 prompt: “Richie (scholar) and Eddie (track star) end up in detention together.”

Even though it was pretty clear that Eddie had a free pass in High School due to his place on the track team, not to mention his countless gold medals from competitions, it didn’t mean that he was a dick to those who were further down on the social scale. He always smiled at Betty Rispsom, and shared his calculus notes with Edward Corcoran. His acts of ‘kindness’ as the other track team members called it, earned him weird looks from the other popular kids at school, but Eddie was a big boy and could walk away from those bothering him.

He liked to think that he was friends, or at least on speaking terms, with almost everyone in the school and in his year. Yes, there were certain people, like Henry Bowers and his gang, that Eddie knew to stay clear of, but other than them he had no real issue with anyone.

Certainly not with Richie Tozier, even though he couldn’t say the same for Richie himself.

Richie was probably the smartest student that Derry High had ever had. Ever since he was a kid, his brain was always one step ahead of everyone else and by the time he was in middle school, he could probably take exams meant for college seniors. Eddie could remember when they were freshmen in High School and Richie had been interviewed by specialists from different Ivy League colleges, and was even offered a place, but he turned them down. According to his best friend, Stan, it was because he didn’t want to grow above his means.

Back before cliques became a thing and Eddie was accepted to the track team, Richie and he used to be friends. Close friends even. Richie’s dad was still best friends with Eddie’s dad, and sometimes Eddie would overhear them discussing why their son’s weren’t friends anymore. Eddie wished that he knew the answer to that one too. Of course, he had asked Richie a few times, but the other boy just shook his head and turned in the other direction. Now, Eddie can’t even say hello without Richie running away from him.

Eventually, Eddie stopped trying. If Richie wanted to speak to him, then he could approach Eddie. He was done being the one trying.

About a month after Eddie had made that decision, the worst thing that could possibly happen...happened. Just after fourth period, Eddie was making his way to the lunch hall when he overheard the dulcet tones of Henry Bowers and his gang of fuckwits. He rolled his eyes, planning on walking past them and avoiding any confrontation, when Richie’s voice cut through and Eddie froze in his place.

“Wait, hold on, just...give me that back.” Eddie rounded the corner and surveyed the scene. Richie was up against one of the lockers, held there by Patrick, and Henry was flicking through what was obviously Richie’s science project book from the stickers plastered all over it.

Henry pursed his lips, flicking through the book with no interest whatsoever. “I mean, you are a smarty pants, Tozier, shouldn’t you be able to whip up another one of these bad boys in a few hours or so? Or are you not as smart as you make out to me? Have you been lying to everyone this whole time?” He laughed and slowly ripped a page out of the book, letting it float to the floor.

“No! Please!” Richie shook his head as he tried to get out of Patrick’s grip, but the bully was too strong against his gangly form. The sight made Eddie sick to his stomach. “It’s not that easy, I’ve been working on it for months, it’s not easily re-created.”

As Henry rolled his eyes, Eddie decided that it was time to make himself known, before the bully did in fact, ruin all of Richie’s hard work. “Don’t you have anything better to do, Bowers? Like fucking graduate?” It was a low blow, but also no secret that Henry was two years older than his pack of goons, having been held back for two years due to not being able to graduate. “Just fuck off.”

“This is none of your business, Kaspbrak. Just because your dad is the chief of police doesn’t mean I won’t beat your ass.” Henry growled, dropping the book and storming over to Eddie, glaring down at him.

Eddie had to hold back the urge to laugh. Even though he was on the smaller scale height wise, he made up for it with his self defense ability and his unexpected strength. He was also super fast, which was why he was the best track member on the team. “I think you’re confused about me beating your ass Bowers, do you really want a repeat of Halloween Sophomore year?”

Behind them, Victor snorted and Eddie let himself smirk. It was clear that no-one had forgotten about the time Eddie broke Henry’s nose for mouthing off his dad in Sophomore year. Good, he didn’t want anyone to forget that he wasn’t scared of the resident bully. Unfortunately, Henry didn’t seem to share the all round amusement, and raised his fist, swinging it in for a punch, which Eddie dodged with ease. His height did come in handy sometimes.

“You fucking faggot!” Henry snapped, turning and lunging for Eddie, sending them both barreling backwards onto the tile floor. With the wind knocked out of him, Eddie lost his bearings for a moment, long enough for Henry to get a punch in, but not long enough for anything else. Quickly, Eddie rolled out of the way and as Henry made another move, Eddie raised his knee, hitting Bower’s straight in the groin. The bully fell to the floor, groaning and Eddie got to his feet, brushing himself off.

“Next time pick on someone your own size,” Eddie snapped, reaching down to pick up RIchie’s discarded project book, handing it back to him with a smile. “Here. Sorry about them, they are assholes.”

Richie snatched the book from him, holding it close and pushing his glasses back up his face. “I had it under control, you didn’t need to step in like some hero.” He rolled his eyes. “You just made things so much worse, they’re going to actively seek me out now because of you.”

“Richie I was just- I just wanted to help…” Eddie stammered, losing his confidence just a little. It was always the same when he was around Richie, ever since they were fifteen. Even though they weren’t as close, or even friends at all, it didn’t just mean that the feelings Eddie felt for him would disappear like magic. They were still there, sitting under the surface with every accidental eye-lock or brush of shoulders in the hallways.

“I didn’t need your help!” Richie snapped and was just about to walk away when a teacher rounded the corner. Bowers was still on the ground, clutching his groin like a five year old and his cronies were nowhere to be seen. Eddie looked up, hoping it would be his Coach, or another teacher that he got on well with, but it seemed that his luck had run out. It was Mr Black, the strict and intolerable English Teacher who seemed to have it out for every student at Derry High.

He stormed over to the three of them, his arms crossed and eyes dark. “What is going on here? As Seniors, you should all be aware of the ‘No Fighting’ rule. Especially in the hallways.” Mr Black’s voice was cold and harsh, but Eddie still attempted to explain. “I don’t want to hear it. All three of you, detention after school.” With that, he walked off, muttering under his breath.

“See what you did?” Richie groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Detention! I’ve never had detention before in my life!” He shook his head and without another word, disappeared down the hall, leaving Eddie alone by the lockers.

For the rest of the day, Eddie wondered how he was going to get through the hour of after school detention with Bowers and Richie, both who were not on his side at that moment. Before lunch period ended, Eddie sent a quick message to his dad, explaining what had gone on and why he would be home late. Of course, he was disappointed that Eddie had gotten into a fight, but proud that he was standing up for himself and his friends.

Never let anyone push you around. They hit you? Hit them back.

When the final bell of the day rang, Eddie packed up his bag and made his way to Mr Black’s classroom. When he arrived, Richie was already there, head down and scribbling in a book and Henry was nowhere to be seen. “Take a seat Mr Kaspbrak. It will just be you and Mr Tozier this afternoon, as Mr Bowers is serving his detention with another teacher.” Mr Black grunted before making his way to the door. “I have a teacher meeting, but you both better still be here when I get back or there will be more time added and I know you both don’t want that.”

As soon as Mr Black was gone, Eddie slumped into a seat and pulled out a few of his books. He might as well get some studying in, since he couldn’t practice in detention. However, the need to talk to Richie, to finally get some answers was eating away at him and becoming unbearable to ignore. He slammed his book closed and out of the corner of his eye, Richie jumped a little.

“Richie, please can we talk like adults? I can’t take this anymore!” Eddie made his way over to Richie and pulled up a chair so the was facing him on the other side of the desk. “You can’t run away from me here, and Mr Black won’t be back until four so we have time to talk. Please? I just want to talk.”

Richie looked at Eddie, his eyes wide behind his glasses, “What is there to talk about Eddie? You’re you and I’m me. That’s all there is to it. Just because our dads are friends, doesn’t mean we need to be too.”

That took Eddie by surprise and he blinked a few times, “Richie- what are you talking about? You don’t really think I only want to be friends with you because our dads are friends do you? Even if our dads weren’t friends, I’d still want to be friends with you. You’re pretty amazing.” As those words left his lips, a blush rose up on Eddie’s cheeks and he bit his lip. “I mean, you’re cool and all.”

“But- you’re a jock and I’m a nerd. You shouldn’t want to be my friend. That’s not how High School works,” Richie shook his head and Eddie barked out a laugh. He had clearly been watching too many teen romantic comedies in his spare time. “Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?”

Eddie smiled, a smile that was reserved only for the people in his life that he really cared about and trusted. “You are. Richie- since when have I ever cared about the social norms of High School? I’m not on the track team because I want to be popular and have lots of friends. I'm on the track team because I like to run. I enjoy the sport. I also know that you aren’t a ‘nerd’ by choice, you are just exceptionally smart and absolutely brilliant!” He shook his head again. “Is that why you stopped talking to me? Because you thought it would bring my popularity status down?”

Now it was Richie’s time to flush and he let out a groan, “I’m an idiot aren’t I?” He asked and Eddie nodded his head just a little. “Though...that wasn’t the only reason I was ignoring you and cut you off back in freshman year.” Richie was looking away at this point, which only stemmed Eddie’s curiosity.

“What?”

“I- may or may not have had a little crush on you when I was younger, and I didn’t want it to ruin anything if I told you. It became harder to be around you though because those feelings never really...went away?” Richie explained and Eddie’s jaw dropped open a little. “Have I said too much?”

Eddie shook his head faster, “No- fuck...no. Richie...the reason why I never stopped trying to be your friend for so long was because I felt the same and I didn’t want you to not be in my life, even if it was just as a friend.” He was grinning now, from ear to ear and he reached out to cover a hand over Richie’s.

“Holy shit,” Richie laughed. “We really are a pair of angsty teenage idiots, aren’t we?” He asked and Eddie nodded, his own laugh bubbling past his lips. “What- what happens now?”

At that, Eddie ginned, “Well, if you don’t mind. I would love to take you out on a date. If that’s something you would like to do? With me?” God, Eddie was bad at this.

Richie grinned and turned his wrist so their palms were touching and he leaned closer. “Absolutely.”

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ours #by amy #ours: reddie #high school au #getting together

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WEDNESDAY, 5 AUGUST 2024. EDITED BY J. JONAH JAMESON.

BACK & BETTER THAN EVER, OR, A TALE OF REALITY WARPING & RESURRECTIONS

Gone, but never forgotten. That’s what we’ve repeated to ourselves time and time again in the six years since the Mad Titan Thanos snapped his fingers ( an act we call the Cleanse ) and half the world dissolved into ash. It wasn’t until five long years later that a group of brave heroes reversed what he had done and restored the world to a shade closer to what it once had been. This was, of course, not without great costs having to be paid. When Thanos was finally vanquished for good two founding Avengers were laid to rest: Natalia Romanova, the Black Widow, and Anthony Edward Stark, aka Iron Man. News of their deaths were confirmed by a representative for the New Avengers the day following the New Avengers Facility battle against the Black Order that culminated in the largest hero team-up we’ve yet to see.

Natalia Romanova, more commonly known by the alias Natasha Romanoff started her career in Russia’s infamous Red Room academy, which turns young girls into trained assassins. Romanoff’s ledger was made public in 2014 following the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the revelation that the Nazi organization H.Y.D.R.A. had been embedded in the agency for years. After being recruited to S.H.I.E.LD. by fellow Avenger Clint Barton ( Hawkeye ), Romanoff worked as an agent for years before becoming a founding member of the Avengers in 2012, where she continued to serve until 2016 when the Sokovian Accords were passed and stricter international restrictions were put in place. Although she originally sided with Stark and the government, following the Clash of the Avengers in Berlin Romanoff dropped off the map. She was spotted once in Russia before going on the run with the former Captain America, Steve Rogers, and his associate Sam Wilson ( the former Falcon who has recently taken up the Cap mantle -- for more, on this please see Christine Everhart’s article on page 3 ). Despite two years as an international fugitive, Romanoff fought in the Battle of Wakanda against Thanos and acted as the representative to the public during the Cleanse. One of the more vocal Avengers dead set on righting Thanos’ wrong, a New Avengers spokesperson confirmed that Romanoff died on April 26th, 2023 securing the Soul Stone from a classified location alongside Barton. She was laid to rest in a private cemetery with the Romanoff Scholarship for at Risk Girls being created in her honor shortly afterwards.

Anthony 'Tony’ Stark was always in the public eye due to his father, Howard Stark, being an inventor, scientist, engineer, businessman and movie director. The elder Stark created Stark Industries, which his son later inherited after his untimely passing. As an arms dealer Tony was taken hostage in Afghanistan in 2008 but freed himself by creating a suit of armor. Living with an arc reactor in his chest, Stark became the first superhero with a public identity as Iron Man and became a founding member of the Avengers. After nearly sacrificing himself in 2012′s Battle of New York, Stark remained active even though it was his actions that led to the creation of the villainous robot Ultron and the untimely destruction of a large part of the European nation, Sokovia in 2015. Many considered Stark’s actions to be an apparent disrespect to life and property and urged him make amends. As a result, Stark sided with the Sokovian Accords and urged other heroes to sign as well. Because of this he and Steve Rogers had a falling out that lasted years as Rogers went on the run and Stark started the Stark Internship, whose inaugural recipient was high school student Peter Parker ( who was recently unmasked as Spider-man ). After going to space in 2018 to try and stop Thanos, Stark came home after briefly being presumed missing and largely vanished from the public eye. The failure of the Avengers to stop Thanos from the Cleanse was something not commented on by Stark, who chose to move Upstate with his wife, Stark Industries C.E.O. Pepper Potts, and their daughter, Morgan Stark. He came out of retirement to help retrieve the Stones and was the one to don a specially created Infinity Gauntlet to kill Thanos once and for all. Following his passing Stark was buried a few days after and the Stark Foundation for the Rehoming of those Disrupted by the Cleanse was created.

For the last year, the world mourned the losses of both Stark, Romanoff and other deceased heroes, such as the synthezoid known as the Vision who was killed by Thanos in 2018 when the Titan stole the Mind Stone from his forehead. Rumors began flying recently, however, when Avenger Wanda Maximoff ( the Scarlet Witch ) appeared to be spotted with a man who resembled the Vision. This set in motion what appears to be a new era in which what we lost has been returned to us. The New Avengers were able to confirm that it was, indeed, the Vision returned by means not yet confirmed. Mutants have been known for their resurrections as of late, but that seemed limited to their nation of Krakoa. It never seemed like something that we’d see in our world at large. Not until recently, that is.

On August 3rd, 2024, President Norman Osborn held a press conference that promised a sign of hope and change. Osborn’s Avengers, known as America’s Avengers, have been received with various degrees of public support. Along with him Osborn brought team member Star, who was recently revealed to be reporter Ripley Ryan. A controversial member, it has been revealed that Ryan possessed the Reality Stone from her home world of Earth-616 in her chest. “I don’t want to dip into the cliché and say that I live to serve,” she stated at the press conference. “but my goal is to be an Avenger for the people, and that means doing everything in my power to make the world a better place. Thankfully, I happen to have a lot of power.” This sentiment was echoed by Osborn, who pointed out that in the past the Avengers had failed as public servants and had instead caused more harm than good. He went on to add, “Instead of trying something futile like banning them once more, we’ve taken a new route. We’re leading by example, making good of our gifts. We’re making America a place you can feel safe and secure in. Consider this the first step.”

The ethics behind President Osborn’s following announcement have already been debated on popular social sites like Twitter as the public weighs on that which was once considered impossible: resurrection. That’s right, folks. You’re hearing it first here from the Daily Bugle that President Norman Osborn along with the help of Star has resurrected Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark. The two were present at the conference and expressed gratitude for their return but remained, for the most part, silent and let Osborn speak. A call to the New Avengers confirmed that they were unaware of the President’s plans or the return of their teammates. We have reached out to Stark’s widow, but so far Ms. Pott’s has been unreachable.

“The last thing we wanted to do was dishonor Stark and Romanoff’s respective sacrifices, but this was a wrong that we knew we could right. Under careful supervision Star was able to achieve a great feat and there’s no ulterior motive or fear that reality will crumble. We’ve worked with multiversal experts to see what it’s possible to achieve. We also won’t be pushing Iron Man or Black Widow to join America’s Avengers. They’re welcome to rejoin their old team or retire and enjoy the world they helped save. This is the power that heroes who work in the best interest of the people possess. This is a world that we can live in, and America’s Avengers are dedicated to continuing this notion. We hope you accept this offering and remember that we live in a world of possibility.”

As soon as the dust clears the Bugle plans on reaching representatives for Romanoff and Stark to try and get individual statements. Osborn spokeswoman Lily Hollister, who handles statements for America’s Avengers, has promised that more details will soon be revealed and that an exclusive interview with Star will take place. In the meanwhile, sources have reported that Stark and Romanoff have been taken to the New Avengers Compound in Upstate New York to reacclimatize. The Bugle will continue to update the story as it unfolds, but in the meantime we wish the best to our fallen heroes and hope they’re happy to see the world they died to protect. If we live in a world where the dead walk again, what will we become when life is no longer fleeting?

— Ben Urich, Daily Bugle News Senior Reporter

TOO MANY COOKS IN THE KITCHEN: CAP’S, THOR’S AND MORE. OH MY.

Captain America. Thor. Captain America. Thor. The names are likely to be familiar to anyone who follows the Avengers, but lately things have become a bit convoluted. Following the final battle against Thanos on April 26th, 2023 our beloved Captain America, Steve Rogers, retired and passed the shield off to friend and former Falcon Sam Wilson. In the year since we’ve reported the trajectory of Wilson’s attempt to get his footing as the public pushed back with the unfortunately popular hashtag #NotmyCaptainAmerica. Some have accredited the hesitation to embrace Wilson as Captain American as a racist statement due to Wilson being an African-American man, while others attribute it to an inability to let go of the old and embrace something new. Rogers, meanwhile, has voiced his support for his friend but has remained out of the debate for the most part. Old rumors have placed Rogers and the deceased Romanoff in a romantic relationship, and his withdrawal from the spotlight could be a direct result of her death and the two years he spent on the run as an international fugitive. An issue some have had with Wilson is that appears to be too ‘bipartisan’ to be Captain America, and they prefer the United States Government’s option to #takebacktheshield: John Walker. Walker stated that he was flattered to be considered but doesn’t step on any toes. Still, if Rogers picked Wilson as a replacement he must see something in him that the rest of the us should believe in.

Similarly, there’s a new Thor in town. Although we love Thor Odinson whether he’s rocking long hair or short, he seemed to fall on hard times during the Cleanse and has only recently resurfaced as a hero. In the meanwhile a new blonde, helmeted, Mjölnir wielding Thor has made an appearance. Although dubbed the Mighty Thor by some, public reactions to a female Thor has been mixed as preciously repeated. Despite this she has served as a New Avengers as of late even though it appears that no one knows her true identity. When asked if she had any inclination of who it could be, Asgard’s current King, the Valkyrie, scoffed and stated, “No, but she’s worthy so that must mean something. Asgardia needs the help she can get, and we seem to have a preference for beautiful sparkly blondes.” It not the most illuminating statement, and while it may be concerning that their leader doesn’t even know the name of one of their champions the Asgardian’s need a break after all the sorrow they’ve faced between Thanos and the mutants during the Avengers v X-Men conflict of last year. As for our original Thor, he’s been spotted in both Norway where Asgardia is located and around New York with a very large axe. As it stands we’re not totally sure of the relationship between the two Thor’s and why they share a name, but it only seems like a matter of time before some answers come to light. Some wonder if Thor Odinson will try to take the throne back, especially as reports about the Valkyrie’s drink continue to pop up. Welcome to Earth, Asgardians. Hope you like speculations.

I’m sure everyone has their preference on which Avenger they prefer, but I personally am open to trying something new. After all, we as people aren’t stagnate beings. Some things change and people do as well. It’s natural to see mantle passed from one hero to another as time goes on. Hero work is, in a strange way, a job and sometimes positions need to be filled. Of course, time will only tell how well these new faces hold up against the daunting legacies of those who came before them. If it counts for anything, they have the good luck of this reporter.

— Christine Everhart, Daily Bugle News Senior Reporter

IN OTHER NEWS:

Despite the passing of Kamala’s Law within the last few months, underaged superhero activity has remained at an all time. The black-suited web crawler Spider-man was recently spotted with his team, the Champions, in Brooklyn despite the fact that their teammate, Ms. Marvel, remains at large for her part in a recent incident at Coles Academic High School that left civilians injured. Recently registered underaged heroes include Ghost Spider, the two children of Reed and Susan Richards ( Franklin and Valeria Richards ), Billy Kapplan ( Wiccan ) and Nadia Van Dyne ( the Wasp ). The majority of the public has so far responded positively to the idea of underaged heroes requiring some form of accountability but response from the heroes has been negative.

Go away, Guardians of the Galaxy! Not really, but most are scratching their heads over the fact that the intergalactic team that consists of aliens, talking trees and raccoons are still residing on Earth a year after Thanos was defeated. Members Rocket Raccoon and Nebula acted as honorary Avengers to help reverse the Snap, and when the Cleanse was undone their teammates Drax the Destroy, Groot, Mantis and Peter Quill ( Star Lord ) were returned to life. They are joined by former Daughter of Thanos Gamora and seem quite comfortable on our planet. Maybe it’s just part of our apparent alien invasion as the Shi’ar, Skrull and Kree still have dignitaries present. Looks like Earth is getting a little crowded!

#all #dark reign #daily buzz #ben urich #christine everhart

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pinestripes · 4 years

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Check-In, a Fullmetal Alchemist Oneshot

Summary: Roy Mustang has no idea why he is having such a hard time focusing on his work today. Maes Hughes, however, knows exactly what is driving his best friend to distraction. “Kids, huh?” Parental!RoyElrics. Oneshot.

Rating: Teen, for a bit of language.

Can also be read here on AO3 and here on FFN.

Author’s Note: Love me some Parental!Roy. This is set after Edward joins the military, but a little before the main plot of the series actually starts (i.e. before Liore), so it fits with both the 2003 anime and the manga/Brotherhood. As always, dedicated to @thebusytypewriter for being my fearless editor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At his office desk, Colonel Roy Mustang suddenly came to the realization that he had not actually read any of the paperwork he had been flipping through for the last ten minutes. He had skimmed it, while rolling his pen between his fingers and tapping his foot against the floor, but he couldn’t even recall the general subject of the file.

The officer sighed and put his pen back down on the desk with what was probably more force than necessary. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in front of his chest. He stared at the ceiling with a glare that would have set the troublesome paperwork on fire without the assistance of a transmutation circle, if that was possible.

That glare turned onto the office’s phone, then to the wall clock, and back to the ceiling again.

Roy realized his foot was tapping once more.

He sighed, picked his pen up, and returned his attention to the files on his desk. After five minutes of flipping the pen between his fingers and rereading the first few lines of the page over and over again, Roy conceded momentary defeat—er, decided to take a break to the lavatory.

His eyes paused on his office phone as he stood.

The rest of his team suddenly seemed very interested in their own work as he began to head out the door, where he almost ran into Lieutenant Hawkeye entering the office. She carried close to her chest yet more paperwork.

“And where are you off to, sir?” the ever-vigilant and incredibly dedicated Lieutenant asked mildly.

Roy gave his most charming smile as he tried to edge around the woman. “Lavatory.”

“Hm.” Riza stepped aside, but before Roy could flee, she asked in a more sincerely gentle tone, “Have you heard from the Elrics yet?”

As the (likely intentionally) loud paper shuffling in the office suddenly quieted, Roy sighed and shrugged. “Not yet. Fullmetal is probably just trying to piss me off.”

“I doubt Alphonse would let him do that.”

“Who knows? I’ll just have to remind Fullmetal of military procedure when they get back,” he responded, and then ran for it.

In the lavatory, Roy tried to take his time. He wet and combed his hair. He splashed his face with water. He even checked for stray nose hairs. Finally, he could come up with no more excuses to keep him out of the office any longer—until a perfect solution walked in the door. Bearing pictures.

“Roy!” Lieutenant Colonel Hughes greeted, delighted.

“Maes.” Roy smiled, sincerely. He had been busy recently, unable to meet with his best friend, so the surprise meeting was welcome—and Hughes’s obsession with showing off pictures of his family would likely delay Roy’s return to the office by at least fifteen minutes.

And, expectedly, Hughes gushed over Elicia and Gracia for quite some time. Roy didn’t listen that closely. He usually did, honestly, but today he just couldn’t seem to focus.

Hughes picked up on his friend’s state when Roy neglected to answer a question. “You feeling alright? You seem off today.”

“Sorry. I’m fine—just tired.”

Hughes quirked a brow, apparently evaluating Roy with a best friend’s eye and deciding he didn’t believe Roy’s bull. “Uh-huh.”

“Really! Things are just hectic in the office.”

“Sure,” Hughes replied, and then perked up. “Hey, are the Elrics in town? I thought I might catch up with them while I’m in the East.”

Mustang shrugged with a wry smile. “Sorry, you just missed them. They headed out to New Optain earlier this week.”

Hughes slumped in disappointment and sighed. “Dammit, I’m never able to catch them. What were they in New Optain for?”

“An investigation,” Roy replied, leaning in. “Caught wind that some military officials there were buying up land with possibly alchemically-transmuted gold. I sent Ed in to see if he could get any concrete evidence—and I figured that sending in a state alchemist might be helpful for a little strongarming.”

“Oh, yeah—I’ve heard that case mentioned in the investigations office. Have they found anything yet?”

Roy rolled his eyes and growled, “I don’t actually know. Fullmetal has decided he doesn’t need to check in with his superior officer when on a mission, even though it’s protocol. He didn’t even call to let me know he and his brother had arrived.”

Hughes frowned, looking worried. “Think they’re alright?”

“I’m sure they are. Most likely, Fullmetal just forgot. And/or his brother forgot. The other plausible option is that Edward is just ticked at me for some reason. It’s exactly something he would do,” Roy replied, tapping his foot on the bathroom tile.

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. The kid is always ignoring protocol and trying to antagonize me. He acts like he’s so high and mighty, but when it gets down to it, he’s pretty immature.” Roy pointed his forefinger at Hughes with all the sternness of a strict school teacher. “He’s in for the lecture of a lifetime when he gets back. He needs to understand that a petty squabble is not worth me being unaware of his status. I can’t give him help if he won’t tell me when he needs it.”

“Kids, huh?”

“You’ve got that—” Roy sighed before stopping mid-sentence. By the look on Hughes’s face, his friend was trying very hard not to laugh at him. “What?”

“You’ve been fidgety and distracted the whole time we’ve been talking. It makes sense now. You’re worried.”

Roy blinked in shock. “I’m not worried.”

“Oh, you are so worried. It’s adorable!”

Roy glared at his so-called friend. “I said I’m not worried! Those boys can handle themselves just fine. I’m angry that they haven’t called in—that’s all.”

Sobering up, and taking a still-amused-but-more-sincere tone, Hughes continued, “Roy, I’ve known you for long enough that I can tell when something is really weighing on you. You’re worried about the Elric brothers, and that’s that.”

Roy crossed his arms petulantly. “So what if I am? They’re—what? Thirteen and fourteen? Any decent adult would be concerned for their safety.”

“Weren’t you the one who just said that they can handle themselves? That they just forgot to call in?” Oh, yeah—Hughes was definitely laughing at him again.

“Yes, well—” Roy floundered. “They’re still kids, even though they’ve been through a lot! It’s like an instinct to be worried!”

“Yeah, a paternal instinct.”

With that, Roy spluttered for several seconds, unsure of how to make a comeback. His response ended up being largely incomprehensible: “They—I— father...Fullmetal—damn call—kids—you, Maes!” and so on.

Hughes just stared with that dopey grin of his.

Finally, Roy had enough and stomped out of the bathroom, muttering angrily under his breath, letting the door slam behind him, and ignoring Hughes’s cheeky call of “Hey, let me know when you’re free so we can grab drinks while I’m in town!”

Roy finally made it back to his office, making his subordinates jump with his loud slam of the door and heavy collapse into his desk chair. He felt their eyes on him, including Hawkeye’s, but he ignored them to once again pick up his pen to do his paperwork. Damn Hughes.

Ten minutes later, the officer had still only managed to fill in the first few lines on the page. Why couldn’t he stop tapping his <em> foot? </em> He was going to break this pen in half—

The phone rang.

Roy slammed his hand down on the receiver and jerked it up to his ear. “This is Colonel Roy Mustang.”

“Colonel?” Alphonse’s tinny voice came through, sounding timid at the officer’s harsh tone. “It’s Alphonse.”

Roy winced and tried to soften his tone for the younger Elric. “Hello, Alphonse.”

Work in the office subtly paused as the Colonel’s other subordinates listened in.

“Did you make it to New Optain alright?” Roy continued.

“Yes, sir. We’re sorry we didn’t check in like we’re supposed to; the phone lines were down for the first couple of days we were staying here because of a storm, and then—well, things got a little busy.”

That wording with the boy’s tone of voice? A cause for concern. “Busy how, Al?”

“Oh, nothing too bad! From the start, the officers here were pretty suspicious of Brother’s reasons for being in New Optain and hardly left him alone, so we had to keep coming up with ways to give them the runaround while we investigated. We found documents that are pretty foolproof evidence of their deals, including some transmutation circles and materials for making gold.”

“So they haven’t given you any serious trouble?”

“No, sir. They don’t even know we have the evidence.”

Roy gave a silent sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, what just might have been a sense of relief washing over him. “Well, try and get out of there as soon as you can before they decide they’ve had enough and try to stop you. The investigations office here needs that evidence before they have sufficient reason to arrest that many officers.”

“Brother and I can probably catch the train this evening.”

“Where is your brother, by the way? Technically speaking, he’s the one who’s supposed to be reporting to me. Looks like I’m going to have to give him a lecture on protocol after all.”

“Ed’s asleep right now. He’s exhausted from the last couple of nights we spent getting into the officers’ hideout and investigating. We were out really late, and he couldn’t sleep in because he couldn’t let the people we were investigating know something was up. I told him we should just spread the investigation out longer so he could actually rest, but he didn’t listen. He always pushes himself too hard.” Despite the exasperation that colored it, Roy could hear what may have been a smile in Al’s voice—or the ghost of one, perhaps.

The officer felt his expression softening. “He’s lucky he has you to watch out for him.”

“And I’m glad you and the team watch out for the both of us,” Alphonse laughed. “Ed’s too stubborn for me to deal with on my own!”

With a promise to relay the Colonel’s instructions to his brother and to get back to East City as soon as possible, Alphonse hung up.

As Roy put the phone back on the receiver, he eyed the rest of his team. Riza was smiling softly, eyes still on the form she was filling out. The rest of the men were working on their various projects—Falman sorting through files, Breda and Havoc doing paperwork, Feury fiddling with a radio. Relaxed shoulders and expressions coupled with the quiet ambient noise of work being done gave a new air of peaceful contentment to the room.

Roy looked back to his desk, eyeing the paperwork there. He resolutely picked up his pen once again and began to fill out the top form.

It seemed he had gotten his second wind.

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seirioscanis · 4 years

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{ low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline }

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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” -- Albert Camus

“We are unusual, tragic, and alive.” -- Dave Eggers

“I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.” -- Richey Edwards

“’Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?’ Will demanded with mock horror. ‘Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be.’ He banged on the side of the carriage. ‘Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.’” -- Will Herondale, Clockwork Angel

“Many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.” -- Rhysand, A Court of Mist and Fury

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NAME: Sirius Orion Black NICKNAMES: Padfoot, Pads AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: 3 November 1959 GENDER: Demiboy, not that he has the word for that PRONOUNS: he/they

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MOTHER: Walburga Black ( 55 ) FATHER: Orion Black ( 51, deceased ) SIBLINGS: Regulus Arcturus Black ( 18, deceased )

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Samuel Larsen BUILD: Slim and muscular HAIR: Shoulder length and thick, normally kept in a bun HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Brown SKIN COLOR: Pale DOMINANT HAND: Right handed, teaching himself slowly to write with his left as well for the hell of it (note: the handwriting is still awful). ANOMALIES: a scar on his upper right lip, ironically a small cluster of star-shaped birthmarks on his left hip (which he hates), a few old cigarette burns on his knees SCENT: leather, old spice, barber shop hair gel, cigarette smoke, motor oil ACCENT: British ALLERGIES: slightly lactose intolerant DISORDERS: Major depression, generalized anxiety, PTSD due to childhood trauma FASHION: Punk rock baby, though probably a bit out of date compared to what muggles are wearing now. He took what he could get during school, and now there’s not enough time in the day to work, be in the Order, and go shopping. NERVOUS TICS: His body becomes more tense, and his eyes dart around the room to search for an exit (or several if possible). He also subconsciously takes a step back from whatever is making him nervous, occasionally messes with his hair to try and act casual (though he does that when he’s bored as well, so it has to be seen with one of the others to be considered a sign of his nerves). If he’s particularly high strung, he’ll lose his nerve completely and lash out, no matter if it’s good or bad for the situation at hand. QUIRKS: Like mentioned above, he messes with his hair a lot when he’s bored, usually pulling it out of its hair tie if up and vice versa if down. He paces when plotting, and purses his lips when he’s thinking considerably. When he’s particularly happy he’ll do a little jump, and he appears to be vibrating a little even afterward. When uncomfortable he’ll try to push that feeling off with either an argument or joke, again no matter whether one of those choices is the wisest at the time.

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: Plainview Points Apartments BORN: St. Mungo’s Hospital RAISED: Grimmauld Place, London PETS: n/a

CAREER: Auror-in-Training EXPERIENCE: He was part of the Hogwarts dueling club for two years before being kicked out for unfair sportsmanship. He also got a considerate amount of training in magic from an early age thanks to his family, and his mother in particular taught him a bit of dark magic--or tried to. Not that he would use the dark magic, but if push came to shove... he has a few tricks up his sleeve (or, at the very least, the theory behind some of the darker magics). EMPLOYER: Ministry of Magic

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix BELIEFS: Sirius, without a shadow of a doubt, believes that muggleborns and halfbloods deserve to be equal to purebloods. It took him years to believe he was allowed to have that thought process, but he grabbed onto it once he did. Despite the years of unlearning what his family tried to instill in him, it wasn’t all successful. He does still have a superiority complex, and most definitely thinks himself above squibs, muggles, house elves, and so on. It takes more effort for him to respect their opinions as equal to his own, and though he knows that’s wrong, it’s taking a lot longer than he’d like to unlearn that--if he ever can. MISDEMEANORS: Illegal animagus, chase down with James on Elvendork, driving underage on an unregistered motorcycle, his entire list of detentions at Hogwarts FELONIES: Nothing officially on record, so really he’s as innocent as it gets DRUGS: n/a SMOKES: Way too much to be healthy for his lungs ALCOHOL: Not nearly as bad as his smoking habit DIET: Generally unhealthy because he can’t be bothered to cook

LANGUAGES: English, Latin, Spanish, Italian, French, some German

PHOBIAS: Extremely loud noises, snakes, thunderstorms HOBBIES: Causing general mischief, reading what he can get his hands on, doodling (albeit a bit crudely) TRAITS: { + }: loyal, intelligent, observant, quick-witted, sociable { - }: angry, impulsive, insensitive, defiant, pessimistic

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: Potter Estate, Prewett Household, Hogwarts SPORTS TEAM: Tutshill Tornadoes GAME: Wizard’s Chess MUSIC: Punk Rock, Celestina Warbeck (not that he’d tell a soul) MOVIES: Has hardly seen any, but is fond of action movies FOOD: Thai BEVERAGE: Whiskey or iced tea COLOR: Dark green

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ALUMNI HOUSE: Gryffindor WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 8 3/4 inches, slightly bendy, yew, rougarou hair core AMORTENTIA: honeysuckles, vanilla, cigarette smoke PATRONUS: Dog BOGGART: His parents standing over him shouting; recently with Regulus by their side asking why he had to die

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good MBTI: ESTP-T MBTI ROLE: The Entrepreneur

“ ESTPs are energetic thrillseekers who are at their best when putting out fires, whether literal or metaphorical. They bring a sense of dynamic energy to their interactions with others and the world around them. They assess situations quickly and move adeptly to respond to immediate problems with practical solutions. Active and playful, ESTPs are often the life of the party and have a good sense of humor. They use their keen powers of observation to assess their audience and adapt quickly to keep interactions exciting. Although they typically appear very social, they are rarely sensitive; the ESTP prefers to keep things fast-paced and silly rather than emotional or serious. “

ENNEAGRAM: Type 8 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Challenger

” People of this personality type are essentially unwilling to be controlled, either by others or by their circumstances; they fully intend to be masters of their fate. Eights are strong willed, decisive, practical, tough minded and energetic. They also tend to be domineering; their unwillingness to be controlled by others frequently manifests in the need to control others instead. When healthy, this tendency is kept under check, but the tendency is always there, nevertheless, and can assume a central role in the Eight's interpersonal relationships. ”

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

“ The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings. “

WESTERN ZODIAC: Scorpio

“ Passionate, independent, and unafraid to blaze their own trail no matter what others think, Scorpios make a statement wherever they go. They love debates, aren't afraid of controversy, and won't back down from a debate. They also hate people who aren't genuine, and are all about being authentic—even if authentic isn't pretty. Because of all of these traits, a Scorpio can seem intimidating and somewhat closed off to those who don't know them well. But what people don't realize is that even though Scorpio may seem brusque, as a water sign, they also are very in tune with their emotions, and sometimes may find themselves caught up in their feelings. This leads to Scorpio's central conflict: Their feelings are what drives them and strengthens them, but their mutability can scare them and make them feel vulnerable and out of control. Because of this conflict, Scorpios, like their namesake, the scorpion, put up an outer shell and may seem prickly. But once people get beyond the shell, they find a loyal, loving person whose passion knows no bounds. Scorpio dives into all life has to offer with 110% enthusiasm. A Scorpio will be your most loyal friend, most dedicated employee—and your worst enemy, if they want to be. “

CHINESE ZODIAC: Year of the Pig

“ Pig is mild and a lucky animal representing carefree fun, good fortune and wealth. Personality traits of the people born under the sign of the Pig are happy, easygoing, honest, trusting, educated, sincere and brave. The possible dark sides the Pig people are stubbornness, naive, over-reliant, self-indulgent, easy to anger and materialistic. They are sometimes regarded as being lazy. “

PRIMAL SIGN: Squid

“ Squids are powerful personalities that can only be ‘checked and balanced’ by themselves. They are highly capable, intelligent individuals who seem to know everything. Generally good natured, they also have a hidden inner dark side which resides deep within themselves. No one is allowed into this secret place, often not even themselves. Squids will even try to bury painful truths within themselves in order to avoid dealing with difficult emotions and situations. “

TAROT CARD: Justice, High Priestess

“ Justice and The High Priestess have in common that everything is accounted for. Justice examines everything for flaws in order to find its flawless essence. The High Priestess knows the secret of everything as it is in order to encompass everything. Justice demands of everything its true nature and essence, with nothing concealed, withheld or distorted. It tirelessly weighs and measures, satisfied with nothing less than the clear, the absolute, and the irreduceable in everything. Justice is adamant and uncompromising with its sword and scales, loud and clear in its redness, fearless and certain on its throne, guarding the entrance to the temple of the secrets of perfection. The High Priestess finds what is the same in everything, the secret unifying core hidden in the endless variation of detail. She patiently discovers in all differences what is true, original and undisturbed in everything. The High Priestess is accepting and inclusive with her scroll and cross, calm and quiet in her blueness, fearless and certain on her throne, guarding the entrance to the temple of final knowledge. Unintegrated and imperfectly realized, Justice can be given to rage and haste; it can become arrogant and hypercritical, aggrieved and vengeful, or uncertain and vacillating. The High Priestess can be a conceited know-it-all, moody and taciturn, secret and unapproachable; she can be despairing and lost, or given to excess and careless of consequences. Together, they dream of the perfect, the ultimate, and pursue it in more than one kind of undertaking. They continuously seek the truth, and in its service they are drawn to esoteric studies and unusual paths. “

TV TROPES: White Sheep, Jerk with a Heart of Gold, In the Blood, Hot-blooded, Good is Not Nice, Cultural Rebel, Badass Biker SONGS: Gasoline, Halsey; The Future Freaks Me Out, Motion City Soundtrack; This is the End (For You My Friend), Anti-Flag; Hate Conquers All, Anti-Flag; Downtempo, Scouting for Girls;

IDEOLOGIES: - Actively cuts out everyone who was part of his childhood unless they’ve somehow proven they can be trusted again; he avoids his family at all costs. - The day he found out he was lactose intolerant, however mild, was a mournful day. He sulked about Hogwarts for about a week. - Legitimately tried to swim to the bottom of the Black Lake and see the giant squid. Never succeeded. - If you bring peanut butter anywhere near him he will chuck it across the room. He hates it. - Genuinely enjoys being a dog more than a human sometimes. Yes, he’s aware of the irony. - The only people allowed to make puns off of his name are James, Peter, Remus, Lily, and Marlene. He’ll get annoyed at anyone else who tries (also wise to avoid using the word serious around him for the above reason). - Keeps telling himself he’ll quit smoking someday. The likelihood of that actually happening is about slim to none, RIP to Sirius’ lungs.

#you don't have to be who they say you need to be -- { about }#dulcetask

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weirdoldmanhoho · 6 years

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Hey, happy fma day! Could you please do a prompt or like headcanons ideas of what would have happened if Ed and Al and the homonculi were siblings/cousins? (whichever inspires you more) it would be wonderful and funny, sure as hell

Happy FMA day! OMG yes this is my favorite ridiculous, silly au. Prepare for some ridiculousness.

Okay, so Father shows up randomly at the Elric (Hohenheim?) house a couple years into Hoho living there and is just like “hello, my dearest, oldest friend, so good to see you.” (Hoho is like, yeah, I’ve been rethinking our relationship ever since you literally committed genocide in front of me.)

Father tells Hoho he’s turned over a new leaf. No really, he says, no more murder. He’s content to live out the rest of his life with the one Philosopher Stone he already made and definitely has no plans whatsoever to make another one – what? How could his dearest, oldest friend – who he NAMED and cared for before anyone and helped gain him his freedom – doubt him? What is he talking about that the map of Amestris looks suspicious? Does he really think he could control how an entire country was built? His oldest, dearest friend (“seriously, stop calling me that”) has too high of expectations for him.

Anyways, Father says he showed up because he ended up with 7 kids somehow (“totally an accident. Just happened.” “…uh-huh.”) and he has absolutely no idea how to handle them and they’re all driving him absolutely crazy, and he heard that Hoho has two boys of his own (congrats, by the way, didn’t know you had it in you, your wife is lovely, good job) and maybe he’s managed to figure out this whole fatherhood thing better than he has, so can he bring the family and stay for a while? Just a bit?

And because Hoho is ultimately a sympathetic sap, he says yes. (Trisha literally might kill him. She won’t talk to him for two days. She threatens to take Ed and Al and run away. “This might be good for him, Trisha. He might actually learn to be better and care for people if he lives around humans for a while.” “If any one of his ‘children’ touch our children, I WILL find out how to kill an immortal and after I’m finished with them, I’m coming after you.” “I love you so much.”)

So the family moves in. Ed and Al meet their “cousins”. The homunculi meet the Elrics under strict orders not to hurt them. It goes about as well as you can expect.

Envy really likes screwing with Ed and Al. Their favorite hobby is transforming into one of them and trying to get in as much trouble as possible (pulling Winry’s hair, throwing things at Den, hitting the other real Elric brother, etc.) Jokes on them, though, because Trisha has gotten REALLY good at figuring out when it’s Envy in disguise and just happens to “accidentally” hit them with things. Like, she “accidentally” trips when Envy is in the kitchen as Ed and drops a metal pot on their head. (“Oh no! Edward, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there!” She definitely did. She definitely aimed for the head on purpose.)

(In secret, all the Elric/Hohenheims have come up with tells to let each other know they’re not Envy. They might be putting up with them living here, but damn it all if Trisha is just going to passively let them torment her family.

Greed and Envy hate each other, so Greed teams up with the Elrics to help harass his sibling, and ends up actually becoming a big brother figure to them. And somehow, damn it all, he’ll deny it until his dying breath, he’s actually grown a little fond of the tikes. He lets Ed try on his ugly fur vest once. He puts on the invincible shield and lets them hit him with things (look just because he actually tries to play with the kids doesn’t mean he knows anything about appropriate games for human children. Envy and Lust and him hit each other all the time – and usually with a lot more blood and death involved – surely that’s fun for his little “cousins” right?)

Trisha walks outside once and sees her sons just beating on Greed with any weapon they can find and just…walks away. She doesn’t even care anymore. As long as it’s her sons beating one of the homunculi and not the other way around, she’s not going to stop it. She considers that this might be teaching her children bad lessons for the future – such as its okay to just beat people with sticks – but considering it’s also teaching them it’s okay to beat up homunculi, she thinks the pros outweigh the cons.

Lust tries to act like she’s above everything, but she usually gets dragged into arguments. She just kind of randomly flip-flops between helping Envy screw with the kids and teaming up with Greed to defend them like a guard dog, with no apparent rhyme or reason to which she’s going to do on any given day. Ed and Al are both terrified and slightly in awe of her. It’s pretty much exactly how Envy and Greed feel too.

One of their “cousins” looks suspiciously a lot like the former Furher of Amestris (who randomly disappeared a couple months ago, stating “family emergency” before vanishing). Wrath wears a whole bunch of ridiculous disguises every time he takes the boys into town. I’m talking like fake moustache over his real moustache and sunglasses. Really ridiculous hats. Hawaiian shirts. A fake nose once. (“This is just sad,” Envy tells him. “I’ve seen humans disguise themselves better than this.” “I’m not taking advice from someone who willingly walks around looking like that.” Envy has to be held back from trying to maul Wrath by Lust, because Envy has already lost FIVE LIVES since living here – one of them might have been from Trisha, but she won’t confirm or deny anything and only cackles quietly to herself when she looks at Envy sometimes – and if they keep it up they’re going to actually die FOR REAL by next year. “DO YOU THINK PHILOSOPHER’S STONES GROW ON TREES?” Father booms, then goes immediately to Hoho and is like, “That was the right phrase, right? I also tried grounding like you suggested.” “You’ll get this fatherhood thing in no time. Also, you can’t end the grounding no matter how sad they look. That’s what Trisha says.”)

Side note: Mrs. Bradley definitely moves in with them too and now she knows exactly what her husband and son are and still loves them just as much. Pride is confused and slightly mortified, but also touched – he’ll never admit it. Wrath just really loves this human woman he chose. He and Hoho trade stories about their adventures wooing strong-willed, slightly scary mortal women. They get drunk together once and cry into the night about how wonderful their wives are and the fact that their children are growing up before their eyes – “I don’t grow, Wrath, what are you talking about?” “My son sounds so grown up!” Both men sob harder.

Trisha and Mrs. Bradley become fast friends. They run a So-You-Married-an-Immortal support group. Currently they’re the only members. Meetings basically consist of them exchanging stories of the weirdest things they’ve ever seen their husbands do.

Pride becomes weirdly protective of the baby Elrics. Mostly because he believes Father wants to keep them safe and he’s the most loyal devoted son who will do anything Father wants, so he takes great pride (ha) in protecting the baby Elrics from every harm he can think of. He also looks the most similar in age to them, so he lets Father enroll him in the local school and watches over them while in class. The rest of the class and the teacher are absolutely terrified of him, because he mostly just sits behind Ed and glares at everyone who moves too close.

Ed and Al grow up with a really weird understanding of shadows – ie, convinced that they can definitely move independently and are physical things you can touch, because that one time Al tripped, a bunch of shadows definitely grabbed him before he hit the ground, placed him back on his feet, and patted his shoulder reassuringly for good measure.

Sloth does nothing, of course. He’s just happy he doesn’t have to dig that tunnel anymore. He mostly sleeps and Ed and Al try to figure out how much they can stack on him before he wakes up. Or how many times they can poke him. Or how loudly they can shout. Etc.

Somehow it turns out mostly okay though. Ed and Al make it into their teenage years without dying or any serious maiming. (Only Greed and Envy have been maimed, but their injuries heal so it’s fine.) They have at least two homunculi that are fiercely protective of them, one that usually at least has more fun fighting their enemies than them, one who acts like a weird uncle and showers them with gifts and random melons, and two that are pretty indifferent as long as they’re left alone. And Envy, who definitely still wants to make their lives as miserable as possible, but is at least usually outvoted by the other homunculi.

The Elric/Hohenheim family is very weird, but most of them (and Resembool) have accepted that. Trisha definitely would still kill any of them if they hurt her sons though.

Thanks for the prompt!

#I don’t know what this is #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #damn #homunculi #c: edward elric #c: alphonse elric #elric brothers #c: father #c: van hohenheim #c: trisha elric #c: pride #c: greed #c: envy #c: lust #c: sloth #c: Mrs. Bradley #c: king bradley #ask #my post

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High School AU: The Great Game

As promised, the humiliation of Lyle Bolton.

Four hours into Bruce's visit and apart from his encounter with Kerr in the Teacher's Lounge, nothing much had happened. He'd sat in on a few classes, including Harvey's, Isley's and Tetch's, and the most interesting thing that had happened so far was Tetch reading a passage from Huckleberry Finn. The ensuing laughter caused Gordon to have to step in and restore order. Overall though, it seemed to be a peaceful, non-eventful day.

Bruce was suspicious.

"So, this is the cafeteria," Gordon continued on, stretching his hand out to show off the cafeteria. It wasn't as full to capacity, likely because of the closure of the cafeteria kitchen. A few dozen students sat scattered around tables, watching the two men walk around with disinterest. "We also have an outdoor eating area just through those doors. Due to the kitchen closure, we have food trucks set up for students who don't have a packed lunch."

"Good," Bruce said. "Now, about Valentin-"

"He's on leave pending an evaluation," Gordon interrupted. "He was already here when I started on as Vice Principal five years ago, so I can't say how he managed to gain employment. He'd never shown any signs of trouble before the incident last night."

Bruce nodded. "Still, it is a bit unsettling." Bruce looked and saw his children sitting at a table with Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Duela Dent, and a red-haired girl he didn't recognize. Dick looked up and gave him a small wave. Jason turned around and gave him the finger. Bruce glared at him. They'd talk later.

"Right this way, Mr. Wayne." Bruce followed Gordon out the doors and towards the quad.

As soon as they were gone, the table became alive with conversation. "This is such bullshit," Jason seethed, stabbing at the macaroni Alfred packed for lunch with a spork. "Why does Bruce have to do an inspection now!? I've been saying how fucked up this school is for years, but the second Timbo gets busted-"

"It's not about Tim," Barbara interrupted. "Dad told me this morning that Bruce called to set up the visit before Tim got the idea to check out the cafeteria. That's what he was so worked up about a few days ago."

Jason grunted, then continued to stab at his macaroni. Dick sighed. "So, who do you think's on top of Bruce's hit list?"

"Mr. Kerr, Mr. Nashton, Mr. Crane and probably Principal Strange," Tim said, not looking up from his book. "They'd be at the top of my hit list at least."

From her spot between Duela and Stephanie, Ellen glared at Tim. "What have you got against my Dad!?"

Tim dropped the book and held his hands up. "Nothing personal, but your Dad is a bit...intense."

Ellen huffed and folded her arms on the table. "Him and everyone else in this stupid school."

"Speaking of," Duela drawled. "Did Valentin really call himself a pig and chase you guys with a meat cleaver?"

Tim, Jason, Duke, and Stephanie shuddered. Dick clucked his tongue. "Man, I miss everything!"

"Go on, you said, it'll be fun, you said," Ellen muttered. "Now I'm grounded for a week and I'll have nightmares about pigs for the rest of my life! I hope you're happy Duela."

Duela shrugged. "At least your old man's letting you go to the game tonight, right?"

"Yeah, only because he's going too. It's weird. He doesn't even like football, why's he goin' to the game?"

"I told you, he and the rest of the Dork Squad are up to something!" Jason said. "Whatever it is, I can't wait to see it."

5:30 PM

Gotham Academy Football Field

A Game That Will Live In Infamy

Edward was the first of the trio to arrive at their agreed-upon spot at the center bleacher. After depositing Ellen at the top row, where she sat next to Duela and her parents, he made his way down to the middle row, stepping over students and other parents in the way. He took his seat on the narrow wooden bench and looked around for Jonathan and Jervis. Across the field, he saw Miguel, wearing an old luchador mask of his and standing next to a port-a-potty on the left side of the bleachers. Well, at least that part of the plan would go off without a hitch. Directly across from him, Gordon and his 'guest of honor were sitting', in deep conversation with each other. Edward rolled his eyes. So this was the infamous Bruce Wayne. Honestly, why was anyone impressed by him? So he donated money to keep this school and others in Gotham afloat. Big deal. Edward shifted a bit when he felt someone take the spot next to him. "Well, it's about time, gentle-" He turned and did a double take when he saw Penelope next to him. "I thought you didn't care for football."

"I don't," she said, brushing her bangs to the side. "I'm willing to make an exception to see Lyle Bolton get his."

Edward snorted a bit. "Vindictive, aren't we?" He liked that when it wasn't directed at him.

"I know you don't want me to be involved," she continued, "But can't you tell me what Jonathan has planned at least?"

"I can myself." Speak of the Devil, Jonathan and Jervis chose that moment to appear, taking the spots to Edward's left. "I placed a laxative in Bolton's thermos, where he usually has his energy drink."

Penelope raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

Jonathan gestured to where Miguel was standing. "When Lyle goes off to 'take care' of his problem, Miguel will be ready and waiting for him."

Penelope's mouth opened slightly. "Oh my. That will humiliate him in front of his team, the opposing team, and everyone in attendance. It would be the talk of the school for years." She smirked then and to Edward, she'd never looked more beautiful. "His power would be completely broken. The students would never fear him again."

"That's the idea," Jonathan said. The lights came on and the marching band came out to the field, followed by the Gotham Academy Raiders and Coach Lyle Bolton himself. The whistle sounded and the game began.

A half hour into the game, neither team had scored and Bolton looked angry about it. "Come on, ladies! Get your heads in the game!" Even from a distance, Bruce could see the spittle fly from Bolton's mouth as he cursed at his team. Bruce narrowed his eyes. He'd heard all about Lyle Bolton from the kids, Harvey and Selina and it seemed the coach was living up to those stories.

"Bolton seems like a pleasant fellow," he drawled to Gordon.

"He's a pain in the ass," Gordon sighed. "What I wouldn't give to be rid of him."

"Strange won't fire him? Even after all the complaints?"

"Problem is, ever since Bolton became the coach, Gotham Academy's football team has won more games and championships than it had in the previous ten years. That makes donors happy, which makes Strange happy. And as long as Strange is happy, Bolton's untouchable, no matter how much of a problem he is."

Bruce nodded, then turned back to watch Bolton take a long swig out of his thermos before resuming his pacing. What caught his attention, however, was the group of people sitting in the bleacher closest to the field. Bruce recognized Jonathan Crane, Edward Nashton and Jervis Tetch, and he could see the three of them watching Bolton intently. Nashton leaned over to whisper something into Crane's ear and Bruce saw both men grin. Bruce knew that grin, having seen it on his own children's faces time after time. They were up to something. Something regarding Bolton.

Just as Bruce was about to lean over to tell Gordon, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, handsome. Long time no see." Bruce turned to see Selina on his left side. She gave him a wink. "Is this spot taken?"

Bruce was a bit suspicious at the timing of her appearance, but he legitimately had missed her. "Not at all." Selina took a seat, pressing herself against his side and Bruce briefly forgot about Crane, Tetch, and Nashton.

Bolton was beginning to sweat now, Edward noticed. And he didn't think it was exertion from watching the team fumble. "Friend Lyle doesn't look good, does he doctor?" He asked Jonathan.

"Not at all," Jonathan answered. "I'd say he looks a bit sick."

Bolton grimaced and held his stomach. "Won't be too long now chaps," Jervis chortled, clapping his hands.

Bolton let out a groan, then took another gulp from his thermos. Almost immediately, he dropped the bottle and ran across the field to the port-a-potty on the other side, dodging confused players. The crowd around the trio began muttering amongst themselves as Bolton opened, then slammed the door to the port-a-potty behind him.

"Calloo, callay!" Jervis cried out in celebration.

"Hold it," Jonathan said. "That was just part one." Edward watched Jonathan look where Miguel was standing by the port-a-potty and gave him a sharp nod. Miguel nodded in response, then backed up a few feet, before running top speed at the port-a-potty with his arms outstretched. He collided with it and with a yell, tipped it over, sending it rolling across the field, sending players and the referee scattering. Vaguely, Edward could hear the sound of Bolton screaming inside. The port-a-potty came to a stop in the center of the field, the door facing up towards the sky. For a long moment, the crowd fell silent and even Edward felt a faint twinge of concern. Bolton wasn't dead, was he? Edward was in no mood to go to jail for murder. Finally, the door opened and Bolton climbed out, filthy, but very much alive. The crowd was still silent, until somewhere a few rows behind him, Edward heard the sound of Kerr's distinctive laughter. Harley joined in, then their entire row, then another and soon, the sound of laughter filled the field. Edward began to laugh himself in amusement and triumph. Even Jonathan, stoic as he normally was, was cackling. About the people who weren't laughing now in the bleachers were Gordon, whose face was white and his jaw dropped, and Wayne, who looked at the scene with a furrowed brow.

Bolton himself stood in the center of the field, surrounded by laughing players on both teams. He actually looked for a moment like he was about to cry, a fact that made Edward laugh even harder. Then Bolton made eye contact with Edward and something changed. His fists clenched, his eyes narrowed and his face reddened. "NASHTON!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, and the tone made a chill go down Edward's spine. It seemed Bolton had decided that he and he alone was responsible for his predicament, which was hardly fair, now was it? "NASHTON!" Bolton bellowed again and he ran right towards Edward, almost running down players in his haste.

Jonathan swore and got out of his seat. "Run Dormouse!" Jervis shrieked, running up the bleachers to relative safety. "Save yourself!"

In just five seconds, Bolton had made it across the field and Edward sprung to life. Where could he go, he couldn't go up and lead the coach to Ellen, he couldn't go right without leading him to Penelope-he settled on following Jonathan to the left, only to be grabbed by his collar and thrown into the air. Edward saw his life flash before his eyes in the two seconds he was airborne, from college to Ellen's birth, until he landed on his back, hard, on the ground. The wind was knocked out of him and he was dazed. He heard more than saw Bolton bellowing, heard Penelope screaming at Bolton to leave him alone, then Bolton came into his sight again. God, the man stunk. Edward shut his eyes and waited for Bolton's fists when he heard someone else shrieking.

"LEAVE MY DAD ALONE, YOU PSYCHO!"

Edward cracked his eyes open to see Ellen and Duela, throwing bags of popcorn, peanuts, books and whatever else they could get their hands on to get Bolton away from him. Bolton roared in anger and continued to advance on Edward, who curled himself back into a ball. Figures Jon and Jervis would leave him to suffer.

"GET OFF ME YOU DORKS!"

Edward opened his eyes again and saw that Jon and Jervis, far from abandoning him, were attempting to pull Bolton back. Attempt being the key word, as soon the pair of them were tossed aside like ragdolls. Dent came running down then, tackling Bolton, Edward vaguely saw Wayne running past him, followed by Miguel, and soon the three of them were in a brawl with Bolton. While this was going on, Edward saw Penelope, Ellen, and Duela running up to him.

"Daddy!" Ellen cried out as soon as she reached him. "Daddy, are you ok!? I don't wanna be an orphan!"

"Edward!" Penelope crouched down next to him, concern in her blue eyes and she reached down to touch his face. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, sweetheart," Edward said in a daze. "I'm alright..."

Penelope's face flushed a bit and Ellen looked at the two of them, confused. "Wait, was he talking to me or you?"

"He better not have been talking to me," Duela huffed. Why were all of Ellen's friends' such smart asses?

Jonathan's face suddenly appeared and Edward groaned. "Oh God, I'm dead and the Devil has come for his due."

Jonathan held up his middle finger in response. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Edward chuckled. "Fuck you too, Jonathan."

Jonathan nodded. "Unfortunately for the rest of us, it looks like you'll live."

"We should still call an ambulance," Penelope argued, though she looked relieved. "He could have a concussion-"

"An ambulance has been called, as have the police," Gordon's voice cut through the daze. He looked at the people who had begun to gather around Edward's prone form with a steely glare. "You had all better have a damn good explanation for what just happened here."

#high school teacher au #the dork squad #lyle bolton #bruce wayne #oh shit #you idiots fucked up this time

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missytearex · 6 years

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To Read List - Zouis

This list is purely for myself to keep track of everything I still want to read. Its gonna change as I actually read though them and find more stuff to add.

Find fics I’ve already read here.

Zouis

far side of the moon by zouee

the one where louis’ summer holidays are blessed (or cursed) by the new boy next door.

promise me you won't regret me (like the tattoos on my skin) (orphan_account)

it seems like pain and regret are your best friends / cause everything you do leads to them / but baby i could be your best friend / and baby, i could fuck you right

the one where zayn's a stripper who swings both ways, louis' straight (or so he thinks), and harry's the gay best friend who wants to party. all. the time.

run away home with me (orphan_account)

Louis is suddenly and intoxicatingly glad to be here, under this sky and walking across this broken-up asphalt with Zayn, who is ridiculous and beautiful and looks on the whole world like it is both his for the unravelling and something that he will never be able to touch.

Very end of high school/summer before uni AU. Features approx. one instance of attending class, one study session, several dumb teenage parties, an end-of-an-era camping trip and a lot of feelings about getting older and falling for your best friend, as well as possibly slightly obsessive detailing of the weather.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by FallingLikeThis

“Hey, Liam,” Louis asks before Niall’s best man can escape to the dancefloor with everyone else. “Who’s the DJ?”

“Oh, that’s Zayn Malik. He’s a good friend of ours. Why?” Liam asks, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

“Because I’m going to marry that man.”

somewhere in the night by alnima

Louis smiles at him back and hopes that Zayn can’t see the swirl of emotion inside him. He’s a stranger and Louis is catching feelings, go figure. Leave it to him to take in a stray and want to keep him.

which one of you is the one you are by leighbot

A fortnight in America and Louis’ craved In-N-Out Burger every day. He tells himself it has nothing to do with a certain sharp-tongued and prickly-tempered pretty lad but he’s only partially lying. Or, Louis’ a Brit in America who is just trying to raise his daughter and excel at work. A pretty man and terribly unhealthy fast food are trying to make his life difficult.

fire for a heart by alnima

“Then how come I’ve never noticed him before?” Louis asks, because he knows everyone. Or well, he knows most everyone. That’s his thing. He knows people. That doesn’t mean he’s friends with them or that he likes them all – or that they like him – but still. Zayn somehow slipped under his radar and he doesn’t understand how. Zayn is—Louis would have noticed him.

“He’s shy. He’s not really concerned about being known,” Liam says, like that’s an explanation for it. And maybe it is. Maybe not everyone wants the world to know their name like Louis does. “And why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him or something?”

“I don’t even know him, Liam, don’t be ridiculous.”

Or the one where Louis is on the football team, Zayn is in yearbook, and they make it work.

Break My Bones But You Won't See Me Fall by catholicschoolgirl

"Maybe Louis was growing up. Maybe this was his coming of age story."

Or, Louis is Bella Swan, Zayn is Edward Cullen, and vampires are totally real.

Deadly Jokes by zouisprince

Louis is a well-known criminal with a wicked sense of humor; Zayn is just the doctor who should be taking care of him, but Louis is too fascinating for his own good. (A highly-adapted Joker/Harley Quinn AU)

Where the Heaven Are We? by Gebiurl (fookin_tossah)

Louis likes weed, some weird indie band, and Zayn. Zayn likes art and not-Louis.

wasting days with you by strong

Coming in with a casual step and lazy uni student attire is a guy with a face Zayn’s got imprinted on his brain. Sullen cheeks, shifty eyes, loose tufts of brown hair falling over them from below his hood. He strolls past the front counter and down one of the aisles, checking everything out as if he doesn’t come in often enough to have it memorized.

“Need help, mate?” Zayn asks. It’s a part of their routine. I’m good, but..

“I’m good, but I’ll let you know,” the guy smiles at him, the grin never reaching his shaded eyes.

a tragically beautiful boy with blue eyes frequently steals from the store zayn works at, and zayn isn't sure what he wants to do more: help the guy out or kiss his heavenly face

Though the Stars Walk Backwards by manybumblebees

Zayn's been gone eighteen months, and the SGC have all but stopped looking for him.

One day, if Louis is very, very lucky, he’ll find a quantum mirror that’ll transport him to an alternate reality where he can call his commanding officer an idiot without losing his job.

ring of fire by countthestars

“One week,” Louis finally says, testing the words out loud. “You're giving me one week to get Zayn to kiss me in order to prove myself?” “By next week Saturday at midnight,” Liam says excitedly, like some kind of nightmare fairy godmother. “What could go wrong?” Niall adds. “I really don't want to be involved with this,” tacks on Harry. Louis' made worse choices. Probably. “You're on,” he says.

never ending math equation by liquidmeasure

Niall’s told him all about the winter. The way the snow creeps in through the cracks. The way the winds make you feel like the entire continent will be ripped up and away and tossed into the void. But that’s the bad days. Niall says on the good days, everything is still, save for the ice, and the stars flash like strobe lights and if you look up, you can see everything. You can see right through the universe. So that’s something to look forward to.

Or...Louis does science, Zayn is an enigma, Harry studies penguin poop and Niall fixes radios. Nobody knows how they feel, but Zayn knows how everyone feels.

For an office AU hate-to-lust prompt that i took a few (read: lots of) liberties with. It's sort of an office, it's just an office in Antarctica!

you came and you took this heart by styleslaurent

Louis has a pathetic crush on his daughter's teacher that he fails to hide, but when she decides to help him out, things eventually take a turn for the better.

Run It For The Cardio by PigSlay

“I was right to be nervous around you that first day.” Zayn shakes his head, laughing angrily. “But for some reason I thought it was just because I was nervous about making new friends. Nah, I knew to be nervous about the fact that you’re an annoying tool who only cares about himself and hearing himself talk.”

“Wait a minute,” Louis smiles widely. “You were nervous meeting me?” Zayn has no idea why he’s smiling so widely right now. Being nervous around someone isn’t always a good thing – it could very well mean you’re afraid the other person will rob you or something.

Or the one where Zayn and Louis meet during art class at their university and their lives are never the same again.

Life and Choices by wellthatlookslikefun

"Three hours later, Zayn is questioning both his life and his choices as he brushes ash out of his hair for the second time in as many days.

“You know,” Louis starts, poking delicately at the melted puddle that used to be his cauldron, “I think I’m getting better.” He looks up at Zayn with a faux-innocent look. Zayn just manages to hold back his laughter at Louis’ smudged face and his bright, wide-eyed expression. Louis had very bright eyes, Zayn notices."

Or the one where Zayn somehow starts tutoring Louis in potions and Niall accidentally hits Zayn with an experimental spell that messes things up for a while but then makes everything better.

we've come a long way by graceana

For the rest of the movie Louis barely pays attention. He’s too focused on the words that Harry said. They keep echoing in the back of his mind: There are people who don’t experience sexual attraction. That’s Louis. That’s what he’s got to be. He wants to know more. He wants to meet people who are like him, who know what it feels like and how confused and scared it makes him.

there are two things louis is confused about. the first is his sexuality, or lack there of? he guesses. the second is why all of a sudden he has feelings for his best friend.

prompt: ACEFIC? Louis and Zayn are best friends who hang out all the time and everyone jokes about them being in love/life partners/boyfriends. They're both so hung up on the idea that dating = sex that they're oblivious to the fact that the joke isn't really a joke maybe until one of them starts going on dates with someone else? Maybe...slowly realizing that sex isn't everything, they've been more than friends for a while and figuring some things out. Non-sexual intimacy ok? Okay!

I'm Just A Reader, You're Every Chapter by Austinattack

"Go get Louis away from that prick," Harry slurred, reaching up to poke Zayn's cheek. "And like. Kiss him. You want to. I can tell."

Zayn glared down at Harry, and shrugged his shoulder so he couldn't lean on him anymore. "Fuck off."

Harry smirked and slipped his arms around Zayn. "You do. You liiiiiiike him," he gushed, wiggling closer, while Zayn's face warmed. "You should go kiss him. You should bring him over here and kiss him all over."

"Shut the fuck up, Harry."

Zayn and Louis are uni roommates, Zayn may have a crush, and Louis can't handle it.

Soaking In The Glory Of It All by fancyachatup

Football player and single father Louis Tomlinson meets Zayn Malik, famous artist and single dad.

Louis and Zayn unknowingly go on a date with their kids and then go on a real one.

then i saw your face by countthestars

Louis snatches the picture off the fridge and retreats to the safe haven of his bedroom, stuffing it out of sight in a desk drawer where Niall can’t get his grubby hands on it. And like. So what if he refuses to throw it out? He needs evidence when he confronts Liam next week, doesn’t he? And so what if he’s spent maybe a little more time than necessary studying the pencil lines, tracing his fingers over the lead until it smears. It’s just. He never thought his face was that interesting. Never believed it could, like, inspire someone to recreate it.

or, the one in which Zayn is an art major and Louis has a hard time letting his guard down.

the cold never bothered me anyway by countthestars

Honestly, the whole super power thing is some grass is always greener bullshit. Zayn hadn't realized, before he developed a power, that it'd come with an obligation. It was sort of expected that he would dedicate his life to fighting evil.

Louis, though, he never saw coming.

Stay Quiet, Stay Near by parisienneheart

Zayn and Louis are community college skater bros on a last hurrah roadtrip along the California coastline before Zayn leaves to his transfer university. Louis harbors some angsty feelings about being left behind and realizes he might have more than friendly feelings for his best friend.

Aftermath by StormDancer

In another world, Zayn would be on the bed already, and Louis would be tasting every inch of him. He’d be writhing with pleasure, taken care of properly, shown what true pleasure can be, not just the pretense he’s probably had. He’d show Zayn that even in the camps, far away from the city glamour, there’s real pleasure. He’d have Zayn screaming his name, begging for him. In that other world, when Louis hadn’t won Zayn in a card game. When the chains around Zayn’s wrists that kept him with Louis were emotion, not gold.

two wheels of a different pair (but we're still rolling into something we don't know) by zouee

“Does it get tiring?” Louis asks, voice coming out softer than anticipated.

The response doesn’t come right away. For a moment, Louis thinks Zayn might actually be asleep; pulled under quickly despite their surroundings. Then he thinks Zayn’s making a point to ignore him and he considers leaving - the rejection making his heart sting. But in the next moment Zayn remains stone-still as he replies, mouth only moving slightly.

“What does?”

Louis turns his head, looks at him, “Pretending you don’t care.” _

When an out of town bikie storms into a restaurant placed on the outskirts, he doesn’t expect to meet the boy with bright eyes and devilish smile.

Set in the 1950’s.

you've got a pretty kind of dirty face by zouee

“what are you gonna do, zayn?” louis asks him, now noticing his lack of breath in his voice. he glances down towards zayn’s gun. “you gonna shoot me?”

louis' a bank teller and zayn's a thief.

high hopes by zouee

i know it's crazy to believe in silly things, but it's not that easy

Based off this video clip

Wicked At Midnight by Randominity

In which Louis is turned into a vampire, Nick is unhelpful, there's a rota, and everyone thinks things are going to go smoothly.

All You Have to Do by Randominity

Louis doesn't want to win Zayn over - he just wants to win.

somewhere in the night by alnima

make the world for you by alnima

“Okay, right.” Louis rolls his eyes and stabs his finger into Zayn’s wrist. “You’ve gotten like, a million new tattoos since the break up.”

“So what? I’m always getting new tattoos.”

“You’ve dyed your hair,” Louis says and Zayn runs his hands nervously over the silver hair on top of his head. It wasn’t a drastic decision or anything. And he doesn’t need Louis calling him out on it. “Just trust me, Zayn. This trip will really do you some good, okay?”

Zayn looks at his best friend and looks at the bag on the ground. It’s a crazy idea, it’s rash and absurd but maybe Louis is right. Maybe a trip around the world is just what he needs to figure out how to be Zayn again. He’s not sure himself, not sure about getting on a plane for hours but… He sighs, shaking his head.

“Alright. Yeah, let’s do this.”

Baby Bring Your Body by disarm_d

Zayn and Louis get stoned and switch bodies. In that order.

So Much Of The City Is Our Bodies by disarm_d

A place/ where everything too big to take apart/ had been left behind.

AU set in Toronto, Canada.

Method to the Madness by disarm_d

Louis doesn’t trust himself to know the right way to touch Zayn anymore.

your finest inspiration by carissima

His legs ache a little and he's shattered so he keeps the radio down low as he cruises through the streets until he hits the motorway. It's another two hours to London and he's got a lot of cursing at Zayn to do so he slouches down in his seat and thinks about how dumb Zayn's stupid face is.

like any real love it's ever-changing by annemari

"Do you think if I repeat 'this isn't happening' for long enough it'll make it true?" Louis asks.

The cat—Zayn—moves its tail. Louis doesn't know what that means.

"I have no idea what that means," Louis says.

Zayn turns into a cat. Louis figures some things out.

i count my steps by annemari

Zayn and Louis often play truth or dare to unwind.

Those Meddling Kids by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd)

Zayn likes to watch the street from his own windows when he can. He likes it even better when the street watches back, and Louis's the only one to know it.

(Or: Zayn and Louis hook up in the Mystery Machine.)

only fools rush in by gravitycentered

The night feels like it moves quickly, melting away as they all get steadily drunker; Zayn watches the boys eat and laugh and shove each other around and feels suddenly very glad to be with them, incredibly lucky to have all of them to himself.

Especially you, Zayn thinks, looking over at Louis. The bar lights are dim, as usual, but there’s a dull little ceiling lamp above their table and it illuminates Louis just enough as he smiles back.

I'm the Scene, You're the Director by slashter

Zayn has yet to not get a stiffy when he sees Louis on set--just the idea of Louis being so in control of everything, shouting commands at him, walking up to him when he's in a pose and touching him everywhere, moving him around so he looks better--it's definitely somewhat of a fear boner, but in the best way possible. Honestly, he kind of wants Louis to destroy him, and that desire hasn't wavered a bit over the past two years.

[Or the one where Louis tells Zayn what to do, Zayn (usually) fights back, and neither of them can get enough of it]

You Ignite Me And I'll Ignite You by slashter

“Zayn,” Louis repeats, slightly out of breath, once he’s right in front of the boy. It’s only mildly embarrassing. “Louis,” Zayn answers, raising an eyebrow. “On your way to class?” “I--yes,” Louis stammers, then starts walking alongside Zayn. “Um, off to do more art? And stuff? That you do?” Smooth. Zayn laughs. His eyes crinkle up at the corners and Louis wants to drop-kick Harry, he’s so fucking sexually frustrated.

[Or the one where Zayn sells Louis weed and Louis definitely has much more than just a crush]

If Only You Saw What I Can See by slashter

It's almost impressive that Louis hasn't tried to see his own face in a hundred years, because Zayn doesn't know if he'd be able to go a day without looking at him.

downward facing dog by robpatFF

The yoga mat is heavier than he remembers, and dustier, and Zayn realizes it’s been a few good months since he’s been able to do this proper. Been able to stretch out his mat and stretch out his own body and feel the ache of release, the burn in his muscles as he pushes himself past the sting of it and just breathes. His fingers grip around the edge of the mat in anticipation, his shoulders already relaxing as he sets it down in the living room.

come sail away by robpatFF

The hotel faces the beach, and when Zayn looks out he can see the ocean lapping up against the shore, the distinct darkening of the sand where the tide washes in.

rise from your burning fiat by dangerbears

AU of the high school variety. louis and zayn have always been best friends and they always will be, no matter how much time they let pass.

if not the happiest, surely the luckiest by dangerbears

AU. reform boarding school for the obscenely wealthy, essentially. zayn is new and louis is hot shit.

Gravity Always Wins by writeivywrite

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

give this wandering soul a home by sunshineflying

Louis Tomlinson lives in a sleepy town in Essex, near a small uni where all his friends seem to be going – except for him. He thrives on having a social life – with his best friend Liam at his side and the cherubic new boy Harry across the street, life is good. But when autumn comes around and everyone goes off to uni, Louis starts to spiral out of control.

The feeling of being left behind never really goes away, so Louis doubles his efforts to forget, hardly sober for more than a day at a time, and yet life still goes on around him. Louis wants to grow up, he does, it’s just that it’s hard to do when the ones around him are far more successful than he is. It isn't until his mother's harsh ultimatum that Louis is brought back to a sobering reality.

Covering nearly five years, this fic follows all the characters, though Louis most of all, as they work their way through relationships, road blocks, and more coursework than they can sometimes handle to come through alright on the other side. Through a series of ups and downs, Louis and everyone else settle into lives they’re pleased with – a task that several of them didn’t think was possible to accomplish. Inspired by Skins UK.

(I love you) by softly (alexenglish)

There should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do.

(buy your love by playing make believe.) by softly (alexenglish)

I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.

(quiet kisses are so hardcore) by softly (alexenglish)

I laugh along but inside I know that it’s true: Being in love is totally punk rock.

(you know that I’m no good) by softly (alexenglish)

I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong.

(You can’t start a fire without a spark.) by softly (alexenglish)

I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home.

known you in every life i've lived by leighbot

“I would guess that your magic is stronger here because your soulmate might be within the castle. Maybe your magic is trying to lead you to them.”

Zayn is a newly appointed crown prince and Louis is the first person with grey magic in the kingdom since the Founding Queen herself. Abelwick fic.

what happens in the bathroom by leighbot

Zayn just needs to relieve himself before his lecture starts, but there's someone crying in the stall and he can't just leave them upset.

the time you have wasted for your rose by leighbot

“I’m not a boy.”

“You’re a… girl?” he tries, feeling like he has the wrong answer to a test he didn’t know he was being given.

“No, I’m not a girl, either.”

“Is this a riddle, because I’m shit at riddles to be honest.”

Or, Louis and Zayn work together on a school play and learn that not everyone is as they seem.

your heaven and your oceans, too by leighbot

It usually starts the same for everyone: an uncertain glance, a hint of familiarity, a hesitant step forward and finally an overwhelming sensation of recognition as their souls connect. People have met their soulmates at both very young and very old ages, people have met their soulmates in their prime or when they’re married to someone else or even when they’re nearing their own death. The only rules of soulmates are that everyone has one and everyone meets theirs at some point in their lifetime.

Or, Louis is Emperor and Zayn is his soul mate. That simple, really.

Ice Skating by leighbot

Looking up at Louis now, his face soft and open, Zayn doesn't know how to admit that he doesn't want to feel like a fool. Instead he shakes his head ‘no’ and purses his lips, staring at the skates as if they had personally offended him.

or, the one where Zayn really doesn't want to ice skate but Louis is so pretty and smiles so wide for him and he'll try it, okay? He'll try.

its been a while by neonmoonlight

The only good thing about break is that he doesn't have to be on Twitter constantly and check what people are saying about him. He spends most of his time out on friend dates with Danielle and dodging calls from Simon. He also has more time to spend going to music festivals he's been wanting to go to for years and have a couple day holiday in Vegas.

Based off of Louis "Vegas has broken me ..." tweet.

#1 by dramaturgicallycorrect

“I know what you are,” Mueller growls.

Tommo lifts and slams him back against the bar. Zayn looks around, finds the bartender and the rest of the patrons casually minding their own. Must be business as usual in a place like this.

When Zayn looks back, there’s a knife in his hand, long and thin and shining even in the pub’s dim light. Only when Zayn looks hard enough, it’s not a knife at all but a thin blade, nor is it so much in his hand as it is protruding from it, resting dangerously at Mueller’s pulse point.

Zayn’s heart pounds. He’s a mutant.

[Or issue number one.]

all the stars were crashing by sarcangel

“We should practice,” Louis says. He’s got a faraway look in his eye that doesn’t bode well for anyone, based on Zayn’s newly-formed knowledge of Louis. “Find a place, set up a schedule, all that.”

“What?” Zayn says, not sure where the conversation is exactly headed anymore.

“You know, in a movie - like, this would be our montage sequence,” Louis says, hands everywhere, gesturing wildly. “There’d be some song playing in the background while we spar and gain strength and -”

(and lick sweat off of each other’s necks, Zayn thinks, and then you knock me to the floor and lay on me and)

“Yeah, that’d be sick,” Zayn says, instead, not knowing if he’s more surprised that anything coherent comes out of his mouth or that he’s actually agreed to Louis’ awful plan.

Blow by catholicschoolgirl

“I wonder how it feels sometimes / Must be good to you”

Alternatively: sex, drugs and feelings in the Mystery Machine.

Fangs by catholicschoolgirl

"The days that Louis had spent with Zayn were the best of his life. All 74,035 of them."

Louis loves Zayn, always has, but Zayn might want someone else. Louis does not react positively.

stumbling, looking in the dark by rilla

'Everyone always thinks Louis is just hilarious and cutting and sarcastic when he’s actually just deeply honest and doesn’t like very many things. The only person who ever believed him is Zayn, and Zayn’s long gone now.' University AU.

we've got each other and that's a lot by rilla

Louis is the first person Zayn meets at university. He's definitely trouble. Luckily, Zayn likes trouble.

Everyone Else Isn't You by rilla

'Everyone else isn't you. It turns out that's a huge problem for me.' A little bit of canon zouis, set in February 2016.

no one knows (if you don’t say the words) by words_unravel

Louis wants one last winter holiday with the boys and Zayn's never been one to tell him no.

Would you let me be your world? by geewhizmo

Louis moves to a new city to start college. Her roommate, Zayn, is attractive, intriguing, and totally out of her league.

This was going to be an interesting year.

Make Up Your Heart by FallingLikeThis

You know that saying? Something about not knowing what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?

Yeah, well fucking fuck that shit, okay?

It’s hard enough losing something, someone, without having that piece of shit sentiment thrown at you from every angle as you grieve. Or punch things. Louis has a tendency to punch things. Or kick things. Like his football. Only he imagines it’s Zayn’s stupid, beautiful, disloyal face.

#zouis #to read #one direction #1d #mine

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"Finished!" yelled Edward as he placed the last domino piece in its position. Mikey and Kaz - who were both playing video games at the time - turned to face Edward.

"Wow, Ed." Kaz said half-heartedly, followed by sarcasm. "That's amazing... " He removed his headphones from his ears. The headphones left a red mark around his ears, just neighbor the sideburns of his blonde hair.

"Behold, my art!" said Ed as he tipped the first piece over. The domino pieces spread around Ed's bedroom started tipping over in a chain reaction. The ebony colored plastic rectangles made a satisfying 'tick' noise with each peace that fell over. When the final piece was finally knocked over, Ed turned to face his two friends, hoping for some praise. But the two already returned their attention to the screen. "You could at least pretend to be interested!" Ed stood up and stomped his foot.

"Sorry," Mikey said. "I don't lie." He laughed and high-fived Kaz.

"Nothing personal, Ed, we're just not -" Kaz wanted to stand up and place a hand on Ed's shoulder. However, his legs - which fell asleep - failed him. He started tipping over. He tried to hang on to Mikey, but he ended up dragging him down with him. As a last resort, he grabbed on to Ed. The three of them tumbled to the floor, and over the painful pile of dominoes. A series of cursing filled the room.

"Why did you pull us down with you?!" yelled Ed. He rubbed his back in pain. The other two did the same.

"If I fall, we all do! First rule of the Bro Code!" he explained.

Mikey raised a finger. "Isn't the first rule: bros before -" He didn't finish that sentence. The bedroom door was kicked open. An angry woman holding a bar of soap held her hands at her waist. Her face held an angry and stern expression.

"M-mom!" stuttered Ed.

"There will be no cursing in this house!" For the remainder of the evening, the three teens had their mouths scrubbed with a bar of soap over and over.

<~>

"From now on, we're hanging out at my place." said Kaz as soon as he boarded the school bus. He spoke without context, so everyone except Mikey and Ed were confused.

"You got dominoes?" asked Ed, perking up at the voice of his friend. Kaz rolled his eyes and sat next to the pair at the very back of the bus. The three vividly discussed video games and anime throughout the bus ride, occasionally yelling some unintelligible words.

They arrived at the school, suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread and remorse. They fought the urge to leave. A banner hanged over the green double doors. 'School Pep Week!" it read, accompanied by the picture of a roaring lion; the school's mascot.

Coming inside, the three saw flyers taped to every locker in sight, with cheerleaders parading through the halls. "This is dumb." said Mikey. "And useless." He fiddled with a fidget spinner in his left hand, which completely undermined his entire argument.

While ridiculing the school event, a leg shot out from behind a corner, tripping Ed in the process. He landed flat on his face. "Oops. Sorry about that Eddy." said a voice. A tall individual, nearly twice the size of Ed, appeared. He wore a red letterman jacket in addition to a menacing grin.

"Ed, you're bleeding!" warned Mikey. He pointed to the blood slowly streaming from Ed's nostrils. The tall individual saw this as an opportunity. He took out a crumpled napkin from his pants pocket and wiped the blood off Ed's nose. He then proceeded to shove it up the nostril, making Ed yelp in pain. The yelp of pain alerted another individual just around the corner.

"Simon Evans!" yelled the principal. "For the love of God All Mighty, stop it with these shenanigans or so help me, I'll have you expelled!" he warned.

"Won't happen again, sir." said Simon. A cold sweat ran across his cheek. Once the authority figure was out of sight, Simon shoved Ed into the wall. "See you around, Eddy." Even when entering the sea of students, the letterman still stood out.

"You ok?" asked Kaz, offering a clean napkin. Ed gladly took it, discarding the blood-covered one.

"No," he complained. "I'm not."

"You really shouldn't let him bully you like that."

"What am I supposed to do? The dude is twice my size. The principle may act strict but he won't expel his star quarterback. What can I do?"

"Yolo it, I guess." He chuckled. Upon entering homeroom, Ed immediately noticed something was off. For once, there was no paper files, no chalk, and no grading book on the teacher's desk. Ed knew the teacher wasn't absent, for he saw her not a few minutes ago in front of the teacher's lounge.

He took his seat in the second-to-last row and dropped his bag at his side. He entered his dreamscape; started imagining and re-imagining arguments that would never happen. The national anthem blared through the class speaker, for which they all stood. Once the last lyric was chanted, the principal's blurred voice replaced the silence. "Students: First of all, I would like to congratulate our football team for making it to nationals." The class cheered. "And because of that wonderful accomplishment, a pep rally will be held for the entirety of the day. Thank your class representatives and pep committee for that decision."

Books and loose pieces of paper were thrown into the air in celebration. Students shot up from their seats and started dancing. "Sit back down!" yelled the Math teacher. "You lot are two lessons behind schedule! You're going to study for half the day!" And so they did.

The lunch bell rang. The students rushed outside the classrooms, escaping from the torment of education. "Get back here!" the teacher called after them. "The bell doesn't dismiss you! I do!" She was ignored.

Ed quietly took his lunch to the stairwell, where peace and quite rained supreme. "What'cha got there, Eddy?" asked Simon, leaning over Ed's shoulder. Ed jolted upwards, dropping his lunch in the process. "You almost got me in trouble today." he said as he took a few steps forward. "Almost." He pushed Ed into the corner. He forcefully placed his hand on Ed's face. "This time, take what you have coming for you, quietly." A heavy blow landed on Ed's cheek. Then another on his stomach. Then another. And another. Ed waved his arms in anger, but hit nothing.

Simon grabbed both hands and pinned Ed to the wall. In a last-ditch attempt, Ed kicked Simon in the unmentionables. Simon flinched. Ed saw an opportunity and rammed into Simon. He tumbled over. Fell on the stairs, then laid motionless on the tiled floor. Ed sat in the corner of the staircase. He saw a pool of blood forming around Simon.

His heart raced. His breathing became shorter and inconsistent. His screeching echoed throughout the halls, yet unheard to others over the noise of their own chatter. Ed trembled in his corner. He drove his head in between his knees in search of refuge. He found none.

Then he ran. Ran down the stairs, tripping over Simon's body. He continued to scamper through the halls, sprinted uphill through the streets which lead to his believed sanctuary; his house.

He thanked his lucky stars that none of his parents were home. He slammed the door of his bedroom and retreated underneath his bed sheets. He was trembling with such intensity that the bed itself shook. After what seemed like an eternity for him, but only ten minutes in the real world, police sirens disturbed the silence in the neighborhood. Ed held his bed sheets tighter. He was relieved when the sirens became distant. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Eventually, the exhaustion - both mental and physical - caught up to him, and he was overtaken by sleep. "Ed? Ed honey, wake up." said a soft as it gently woke Ed. Though his vision hasn't focused, he recognized the comforting face of his own mother. "Dinner is ready in ten." she said as her hand slightly pinched his cheek, giving it a pinkish tint.

Memories of today's events flooded his mind. He stifled the urge to scream at the top of his lungs. His phone, which was on his bedside, had a beeping red light on the top right corner, meaning he just received an important message.

From his friends: 'where are you?!' From Candy Crush: 'Your energy has refilled.' And from the local news: 'Murder at public high school'.

A wave of nausea washed over him. He stumbled over to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet bowl. After an excruciating session of vomiting, he managed to calm himself down. But it didn't last for long. The squeaking of car breaks was audible outside.

Intreeged, Ed peeked through the curtains and immediately regretted it. Two police cruisers were parked in front of his own home.

They knocked on the wooden front door, loudly. Ed quietly made his way downstairs, making as little noise as possible. He made sure he wasn't visible to anyone who might be watching through the windows. He slowly closed the back door behind him.

His mother - who was in the kitchen at the time - walked towards the front door. She looked through the peephole, had a moment of confusion, then opened the door.

"Can I help you officer?" she asked, still lost on what was happening. "Evenin' Mr.s Breker. Is your son home?" asked the officer.

"He's upstairs in his room. Why do you need to know?"

"Eh, there's no easy way to say this but..." The officer scratched the back of his neck. "Your son is the main suspect of the murder of Simon Evans." She froze.

"It ain't April Fools! My son is scared of butterflies! He ain't about to murder someone twice his size!" "Ma'am, we have a warrant to take him into questioning." Mr.s Breker stepped aside and ushered them upstairs. "He didn't do nothin'." She repeated.

Not even a minute later, the officer came rushing back downstairs. "He's not here!"

<~>

A rapid series of knocks sounded on Kaz's front door. Annoyed, he angrily stomped towards the doors. "What?!" He yelled the moment he opened it. His emerald eyes widened. "Ed! Where were you?! Everything went to shit after you disappeared!" Ed barged into Kaz's home in a rush.

"The cops are after me, man!" He said nervously as he tried to hold his composure.

"The cops are not after you, man. Chill out. They're after whoever... killed.... Simon." His eyes widened in realization. "Ed... Did you...?" he said hesitantly. Ed slowly nodded. Kaz took a step backward. "I think you should go..." Kaz said quietly.

"There's nowhere to go. You're the only person that can help me."

"Ed, if the cops find it that I was hiding you, they'll arrest me!"

"But what about what you said? 'If I fall, we all do'?!"

"We're not like your fucking dominoes, Ed! You act as if your fate matters to us. Well, guess what? It doesn't! You will fall, and you will fall alone!" Kaz pushed Ed out the front door. Ed tumbled over on and fell on the grass. He held back the tears as he disappeared into the night.

Overnight, fifteen-year-old Edward Breker had completely disappeared. Or rather, that's what everyone thought.

Nearly a week after Ed's disappearance, the wall phone at Kaz's residence rang.

"Hello?" answers Kaz.

"Kaz." said a panting voice.

"Ed?" he exclaimed. "H-how's it goin' man?" He stuttered.

"I'm skipping town. Tonight."

"R-really? Where are you goin'?"

"I can't say. But hey, listen. Let's meet up at the Spot. All three of us. "Why do you want to meet there?" "One last hangout, I guess."

"S-sure... I'll call Mikey and we'll bring some Mountain Dew, I guess." Kaz hung up. He turned and faced the officer who was listening to the conversation. "It's him." He said. "He wants me to meet him at the Cliffside." The officer dialed a number on his flip phone and held the phone to his ear.

"We got 'em."

<~>

Kaz and Mikey walked through the Red-Wood forest, with a six-pack of Mountain Dew in hand. From a distance, they saw Ed's ragged figure sitting on a piece of land outstretched from the rest of the cliff overlooking the sea.

The Spot.

"Ed." They called out to him. His head turned in a fast, robotic manner, as if he was possessed. He brandished a smile at the sight of his two friends. They sat next to him, and each opened up a bottle of Dew.

"Been a while since we all came here." Said Kaz, followed by a sip.

"It really has." replied Ed.

"Ed." Mikey said as he put a hand on Ed's shoulder. Ed immediately flinched but then calmed down. "Did you really kill Simon." Ed reluctantly but surely nodded his head.

"I did." Kaz and Mikey turned and faced each other. They nodded. The sound of heavy footsteps crushing the fallen leaves was loud enough for Ed to hear. He jolted up from his place and focused his attention at the source of the noise.

Flashlights cut through the darkness of the night. The barks of the K-9 units were audible.

Heartbroken, Ed faced his friends. Kaz raised his shirt, revealing a communication device strapped to his stomach. "I'm sorry, man. They forced us to do it."

Half a dozen officers had their guns trained on Ed. "Freeze!" Ed relaxed his body. He raised his hands upwards. Two officers approached him.

"Do I at least get to say goodbye?" he asked. The commanding officer on site motioned him to do whatever.

Ed hugged his two friends, an arm around each of them.

"NO homo!" They all yelled in unison, followed by a series of laughs.

"One more thing." said Ed. His arms still enveloped his two friends.

"Which is?"

"If I fall, we all do!" He yelled as he leaned his weight over the side of the outreach. His two friends were dragged along with him. They fell into free fall until meeting their fate at the hand of the jagged rocks below.

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“So you’re team Edward then?”- G.D.

“So you’re team Edward then?” – G.D.

Reader x {Werewolf} Grayson

Word count: 2119

Concept: Supernatural

Warnings: noun.

A/N Sorry this one took this long. I know I talked about it right after Halloween, but I just had may other ideas in mind that I wanted to work on.

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“I had the worst dream last night. I swear.” I claimed as I was talking to my best friend. “You say that every time.” She groaned as we walked down the hallway in school. “There were werewolves chasing me and then ‘GD’ jumped out of nowhere and he had fangs and claws and everything.” I told her, using our ‘code name’ for my crush Grayson Dolan. “Wait, GD had fangs and claws?” confusion was obvious in her voice. “Yeah, he did.” I confirmed. “So he was one of them? Like a werewolf?” I nodded answering her question. We were standing by my locker so I could get my books. She looked at me with the ‘are you fucking kidding me’ face before speaking up again “Why can’t you dream about hot, naked guys on unicorns? Or at least vampires, not werewolves!” She exclaimed a bit louder than I would like.”Shhhh. Shut up!” As I tried to get her quiet a locker besides us was closed and a confused Grayson Dolan was looking at us. There was a brief moment of silence as we three stood there looking at each other. “Awkward.” She whispered making me want to disappear in thin air. “You have something against werewolves?” Grayson asked {y/f/n}. Shit, he heard it. “I prefer vampires.” She announced confidentially. Grayson made an o shape with his mouth as to say ‘oh’. “Well I think that werewolves are better.” Ethan suddenly spoke up from behind us, making me jump slightly. He gave me and {y/f/n} a smile as he had got our attention. “Eyes.” He said seriously as his gaze was to Grayson now. Me and {y/f/n} were about to turn our heads to see what he meant when he spoke again. “So you’re team Edward then?” He asked bringing back the conversation and {y/f/n} attention. My head wasn’t completely turned to Grayson but with the corner of my eye, I swear I saw his eyes glow a golden yellow, before he turned his head down. “Definitely team Edward.” I heard their conversation and decided to speak up. “I like Werewolves more.” I bumped in my opinion. “Yeah, Team Jacob!” Ethan smiled putting his hand in the air for a high-five which I gladly returned. “They’re just overgrown dogs.” She rolled her eyes at us both, whilst Grayson stayed in the back not talking. “What about you, Grayson? Team Edward or team Jacob?” {y/f/n} decided to bring him in the conversation. I couldn’t believe I’m having a twilight related conversation with my classmates. “Team Jacob.” He simply answered leaning against his locker. “Seriously? I’m alone here? Gosh, thank you. More vampires for me to date.” She joked acting fake hurt. The twins chuckled as I let a giggle slip past my lips myself. “We should probably get to class.” Grayson said before starting to walk down the hall to the English class. “What’s up with him?” {Y/f/n} asked Ethan who was walking slowly with us, whilst Grayson was already out of sight. “Someone he cares about may or may not be in trouble, and even though nothing has happened this far, he’s still pretty stressed about it.” He explained answering the question. My heart skipped a beat. “Well that sucks.” {y/f/n} said. “Actually,” Ethan turned to me “would you mind if I stole your best friend for a few minutes? I have some questions about the history project we have to make.” He asked referring to {y/f/n}. I found it slightly weird that they couldn’t talk about it with me by their side, but I shrugged it off and nodded a yes. “I’ll see you in English, then.” I said before walking the rest of the way alone.

“Are you sure you can’t come over to my house?” {y/f/n} asked for the ninth time that day. “How many times do I have to tell you? I wish I could, but my mom wants me to stay at home, because she has a night shift and I need to cook dinner for dad.” I explained once again. I was closing my locker as I said so, wanting to get out of school and go home. “And why do you want me to come over tonight so badly? We can arrange it for tomorrow.” I suggested. “No. I need today! I just- it’s urgent, okay? Something bad might happen tonight.” She kept arguing. “Yeah my dad might starve to death, if I don’t make him dinner.” I retorted before slamming my locker closed, she was making me slightly angry. {y/f/n} groaned out of frustration and I noticed how nervous and frustrated she actually was. I let out a breath, thinking about it once more. “Okay, I’ll go to your house. Just let me bring take out to my house first.” I said and she let out a breath of relief.

“Okay, so uh- God, why is it so hard to explain?” we were sitting in {y/f/n} car in front of her house, but she didn’t want to get out yet. She said that she has some explaining to do before it happens. “I can’t do it. I just can’t. No. Nope. I’m not- you know what, they can explain themselves. It’s not my job to do it. Yeah, that’s right. Not my job to do it!” she kept talking to herself loudly. I just sat silently, confused. “What do you mean?” I bluntly asked. “Let’s just say that Ethan has some explanation to do.” She smiled sarcastically making me even more confused about the situation. Her phones notifications went off, making her check it. “Great. Okay.” She said putting her phone away and starting the engine once again. “Where are we going?” I questioned buckling my seatbelt. “I swear, you’ll understand later.” She claimed driving. “Okay.” I nodded. If it would’ve been anyone else I would’ve already left, but it was my best friend and she seemed real frustrated and scared.

About 10 minutes later we arrived at {y/f/n} grandmas old house which was about 30 miles outside the city and into the forest, by a lake. She parked in the driveway that was filled with 3 other cars. She quickly got out of the car and I followed. She locked it as we both made our way into the house. When we walked in I heard people talking in the living room. “How did she even get involved in this in the first place?” an unidentified voice said. “Grayson likes her, that’s how. I don’t know how exactly, but somehow they found out about it. They want to get her to hurt him.” I heard what sounded like Ethan speaking. {Y/f/n} took me by my hand and lead me in the room where I saw Ethan talking to 3 other people who I recognized from school. “We’re here.” {y/f/n} announced and they all looked at us. “Great. Did you tell her?” Ethan questioned and {y/f/n} shook her head no. “Can you at least once do what is asked?” a girl, I knew was named Lucy, asked her tone annoying me already. “Oh, I can’t do what I’m told? I can. In fact I always do so. I just couldn’t tell my best friend that she might die, because someone-” I cut her off “I might die?” silence fell over everyone. “Wow, you’re all big pranksters aren’t you? How long did it take to rehearse this?” I asked chuckling, but their faces didn’t change. “There’s a lot of explaining to do, Ethan.” My best friend said her voice sad and quiet. Ethan let out a deep breath he had held in and walked towards me. “Can I just show you?” he asked his hand towards me as if he wanted me to take it. I looked at his face, then down to his hand and slowly gave my own hand to him. He lead me through the house to the stairs, I assume we were walking to the basement, as the stairs we approached lead only there. “You like werewolves, right? I mean you said so yourself this morning.” He said as we slowly made our way down. I didn’t answer. Why am I even doing this? This better be a prank. “You see, they exist. We exist.” He claimed making me chuckle slightly. We came to the basement door and stopped there. I could hear weird noises coming from behind it. It sounded like roars and chains. “Okay, before we go there, do you trust me?” Ethan asked facing me. “You want the truth or…” I asked back. “Stupid question, yeah. Just don’t get too scared of what you will see. Okay? I swear he won’t hurt you.” He said and turned the doorknob. He pushed the door open and we walked inside the next room. There was Grayson; all chained up to the wall like some kind of criminal, trying pull his hands away. But there was something different about him. I couldn’t see his face, but I did notice the claws. “He’s having trouble with keeping in control. He needs something to make him human and sustain that way, but as I said, he’s having trouble with it.” Ethan said standing in front of the door. I kept looking at Grayson who kept struggling to get away, his hand never rising from the ground. To say that I was shocked would be understandable. “The reason why you’re here, is because of the given circumstances you seem to be our last hope to get him in control.” Ethan kept his voice low as we were still standing by the door. I didn’t dare to walk closer to Grayson. “What do you want me to do?” I asked not taking my eyes away from Gray. “Talk to him, maybe. See, the reason why he can’t change back to human is because of anger. Maybe, you could get him to calm down.” Ethan was concerned for sure. “But why me? Why can’t you do it?” I asked my hands still shaking. “Because- because he likes you, which means that you have a different type of connection with him.” He explained making my heart skip a beat. Grayson looked up from the ground, revealing his face. His eyes were glowing the golden yellow that I saw in the morning and he had fangs. “Okay, I can try.” I said to Ethan letting go of his hand and taking a step forward. “I’ll be right behind the door.” He said and walked out of the room leaving me and his brother alone. I had no idea what I was doing. Taking a few more steps closer to Grayson I tried to stop my hands from shaking. He kept struggling to get out of the chains that were holding his hands back, but within every step I took he stepped back. “Y/n, don’t.” he said looking down to the floor as he had backed up to the wall. I looked at him slightly confused. “I’m a monster.” He added, it made my eyes tear up. I raised my hand torwards him to touch his face. “You’re not a monster, Grayson.” I said touching his cheek. He closed his eyes at my touch. “I am, I could kill you out of anger.” He added not daring to look in my eyes. A tear slipped from my own. “But you wouldn’t, right?” I didn’t know what to say, “No.” he answered “Please, go away. I don’t want you to see me looking like a monster.” I took his face in both of my hands to make him look at me. He seemed to be in pain. “If this is what you think a monster looks like… A monster or not, I still like you. I have liked you for a long time and it’s not going to change that easily.” I said looking in his eyes. “The sun, the moon, the truth.” He said to himself and repeated it again. I joined in, “The sun, the moon, the truth.” The yellow glow seemed to fade away, making Graysons eyes turn back to his actual eye color. His claws disappeared next and lastly his face went back to normal. “You’re alright?” I asked as he let out a shaky breath. “Yeah.” As Graysons said it Ethan came in the room with keys in his hands, {y/f/n} following right behind them. “I told you this would work.” Ethan informed her with a smile as he came to us and unlocked Graysons hands. “Thanks for not eating her alive.” She said to Gray giving me a hug and checking if I really am okay. “I wouldn’t dare to.” He gave me a weak smile.

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Five Past Vaccine Drives and How They Worked Scientists developed vaccines less than a year after Covid-19 was identified, a reflection of remarkable progress in vaccine technology. But progress in vaccine distribution is another story. Many questions that arose in vaccine rollouts decades ago are still debated today. How should the local and federal authorities coordinate? Who should get vaccinated first? What should officials do about resistance in communities? Should the hardest-hit places be prioritized? Who should pay? Some answers can be found in the successes and failures of vaccine drives over the past two centuries. In 1796, once the scientist Edward Jenner discovered that people infected with cowpox became immune to smallpox, doctors went from town to town in England, deliberately spreading cowpox by scratching infected material into people’s arms. The rollout worked on a local level, but how could it be distributed to people in faraway places, like in the Americas, where smallpox had devastated populations? In 1803, the Spanish government put 22 orphans on a ship to its territories in South America. The lead doctor, Francisco Xavier de Balmis, and his team injected cowpox into two of the boys, and then, once cowpox sores developed, took material from the sores and scratched it into the arms of two more boys. By the time the team arrived in the Americas, only one boy was still infected, but that was enough. Vaccine distribution in the Spanish territories was unsystematic, but eventually, members of the Spanish expedition worked with local political, religious and medical authorities to establish vaccination clinics. More than 100,000 people in Mexico received free vaccinations by 1805, according to a journal article, “The World’s First Immunization Campaign,” in the Bulletin of the History of Medicine. 1947: Smallpox, again By the 20th century, when scientists had determined how to store and mass produce the smallpox vaccine, outbreaks had generally been contained. But an outbreak in 1947 in New York City, just before an Easter Sunday parade on a warm weekend, posed a major problem. The city’s health commissioner at the time, Israel Weinstein, called for everyone to get vaccinated, even if they had received the vaccination as children. Posters across the city warned: “Be Sure. Be Safe. Get Vaccinated!” The rollout was swift and well orchestrated. Volunteers and professional health care providers went to schools, delivering vaccines to students. At the time, the public had strong faith in the medical community, and the modern anti-vaccination movement barely existed. In less than a month, more than six million New Yorkers were vaccinated, and the city ended up recording only 12 infections and two deaths. 1955: Polio On April 12, 1955, the U.S. government licensed the first vaccine against poliomyelitis, created by Dr. Jonas Salk, after scientists announced that day that it was found to be 80 percent to 90 percent effective. Covid-19 Vaccines › Answers to Your Vaccine Questions If I live in the U.S., when can I get the vaccine? While the exact order of vaccine recipients may vary by state, most will likely put medical workers and residents of long-term care facilities first. If you want to understand how this decision is getting made, this article will help. When can I return to normal life after being vaccinated? Life will return to normal only when society as a whole gains enough protection against the coronavirus. Once countries authorize a vaccine, they’ll only be able to vaccinate a few percent of their citizens at most in the first couple months. The unvaccinated majority will still remain vulnerable to getting infected. A growing number of coronavirus vaccines are showing robust protection against becoming sick. But it’s also possible for people to spread the virus without even knowing they’re infected because they experience only mild symptoms or none at all. Scientists don’t yet know if the vaccines also block the transmission of the coronavirus. So for the time being, even vaccinated people will need to wear masks, avoid indoor crowds, and so on. Once enough people get vaccinated, it will become very difficult for the coronavirus to find vulnerable people to infect. Depending on how quickly we as a society achieve that goal, life might start approaching something like normal by the fall 2021. If I’ve been vaccinated, do I still need to wear a mask? Yes, but not forever. The two vaccines that will potentially get authorized this month clearly protect people from getting sick with Covid-19. But the clinical trials that delivered these results were not designed to determine whether vaccinated people could still spread the coronavirus without developing symptoms. That remains a possibility. We know that people who are naturally infected by the coronavirus can spread it while they’re not experiencing any cough or other symptoms. Researchers will be intensely studying this question as the vaccines roll out. In the meantime, even vaccinated people will need to think of themselves as possible spreaders. Will it hurt? What are the side effects? The Pfizer and BioNTech vaccine is delivered as a shot in the arm, like other typical vaccines. The injection won’t be any different from ones you’ve gotten before. Tens of thousands of people have already received the vaccines, and none of them have reported any serious health problems. But some of them have felt short-lived discomfort, including aches and flu-like symptoms that typically last a day. It’s possible that people may need to plan to take a day off work or school after the second shot. While these experiences aren’t pleasant, they are a good sign: they are the result of your own immune system encountering the vaccine and mounting a potent response that will provide long-lasting immunity. Will mRNA vaccines change my genes? No. The vaccines from Moderna and Pfizer use a genetic molecule to prime the immune system. That molecule, known as mRNA, is eventually destroyed by the body. The mRNA is packaged in an oily bubble that can fuse to a cell, allowing the molecule to slip in. The cell uses the mRNA to make proteins from the coronavirus, which can stimulate the immune system. At any moment, each of our cells may contain hundreds of thousands of mRNA molecules, which they produce in order to make proteins of their own. Once those proteins are made, our cells then shred the mRNA with special enzymes. The mRNA molecules our cells make can only survive a matter of minutes. The mRNA in vaccines is engineered to withstand the cell’s enzymes a bit longer, so that the cells can make extra virus proteins and prompt a stronger immune response. But the mRNA can only last for a few days at most before they are destroyed. The next day, The New York Times reported in a front-page headline: “Supply to be low for time, but output will be rushed.” State and local health officials were in charge of the rollout to children, who were most at risk of contracting the disease. “Young, African-American kids were getting hit, but they were not at the top of the priority list because of the social conditions at the time,” said Dr. René F. Najera, editor of the History of Vaccines project at the College of Physicians of Philadelphia. Noting that it was difficult for parents in working-class jobs to take off time to stand in line with children at clinics, Dr. Najera said, “You see this over and over again, history kind of repeats itself.” Shortly after the rollout began, the program was suspended after reports that children had contracted polio in the arms where they received the vaccination, rather than the legs, which was more typical of the disease. More than 250 cases of polio were attributed to faulty vaccines, caused by a manufacturing error by one of the drugmakers involved in the effort, Cutter Laboratories, based in California, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. The so-called Cutter Incident led to stronger regulatory requirements, and the vaccine rollout continued in the fall of 1955. The vaccine prevented thousands of cases of crippling illness, saved lives and ultimately ended the yearly threat of epidemics in the United States. 1976: Swine flu The H1N1 influenza virus, which originated in Mexico, struck in spring 2009, not in typical flu season. By late summer it was clear that the virus caused fewer deaths than many seasonal flu strains, and that some of the early reports from Mexico had been exaggerated. That was one of the big reasons that a lot of Americans avoided the flu vaccine when it was ready in the fall. It wasn’t just the anti-vaccination movement, though that was a factor. The H1N1 virus was tough on children and young adults and appeared to have a disproportionately high fatality rate among pregnant women. Because of these factors, the first groups to be vaccinated, after health care workers, were people with the highest risk of complications, pregnant women and children. The last group to be eligible for the vaccine were healthy people over 65, who were the least likely to contract it because they seemed to have had some resistance to it. Donald G. McNeil Jr. contributed reporting. Source link #drives #Vaccine #Worked

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Vampire!Joshua

Notes: thank you for the request! I think Joshua and jun are the more difficult ones for me to write… I hope it came out well! Thanks for the request nonnie! Requests are open!!!

tw: guns and slight violence

•when you were little, you remember having to go to the doctor a lot so they could take the blood •you had an excess amount of it, also being type AB, meant that you could give to anyone •so your blood was greatly appreciated and sure that was nice knowing that you were saving lives, but you were terrified of needles •your friend, seungkwan told you that if the needle was dirty it could get you sick, and you would die •even though the next day when you told your other friend Vernon who had been absent, he told you that was wrong, that doctors needles were sterilized, his mom said so •nonetheless you weren’t fond of them •at all •you just wouldn’t look at the needle, or at the doctor •you’d insist on wearing a face mask, and short sleeved shirts •because that would air the wound out??? •kids are weird man • •even into your early twenties, you didn’t like needles •two time a month, you’d go get blood taken, maybe more if you had more than usual •you had decided since you were little to become a nurse, since you spent a lot of time there anyway •studying was difficult, but you were the top of you class and became an intern at an amazing hospital •now began crazy hours, rude patients, and barely eating •and being surrounded by needles •Fun •but the best part of the job, was most definitely the boy who worked in the cafe that was inside the hospital •Hong Joshua, aka the best hot chocolate maker in the cafe •coffee was bad for you, but it kept you awake, something that you needed but you refused •so hot chocolate and other sweets to keep you up and running •wary in the morning you’d get your beverage, chat with the brunette who spoke softly with a cat like smile •today’s topic so happened to be mythical creatures •"I think it would be cool if mermaids existed, but then sirens would too. Cool but slightly terrifying.“ •you said taking a sip of your hot chocolate as you spoke •Joshua was wiping down tables as you sat on a stool by the counter •"I think werewolves could be cool, or fairies.” •Joshua said, spraying the table with a cleaner and scrubbing a tough stain •"team Edward or team Jacob?“ •you asked jokingly, not expecting an actual answer, since the two of you had talked about your dislike towards the franchise •"…Jacob. Edward doesn’t do vampires justice.” •Joshua said, walking behind the counter, walking into the back, he put away the supplies •"you say that you like you’ve met one, josh.“ •you said laughing, taking the last sip of your now warm hot chocolate •"yeah… I mean they sound cool?” •he said awkwardly, adding a nervous laugh at the end •sending him an odd look, you jumped off your stool, waving goodbye to him •you began to walk home, to sleep for a few hours before returning to the hospital •your apartment was tiny, the living room and kitchen wasn’t separated by a door, the bathroom didn’t have a bathtub •it was just the bare essentials, after all you were only an intern •laying on the couch, you fell asleep, not even bothering to change • •you could function of five hours of sleep, but you needed a shower • badly •so you went and showered, scrubbing your skin with a orange blossom body soap •rinsing it off after you felt clean enough, you put soap in your hair •then rinsed that off and turned off the water, hopping out of the shower •getting dressed back in scrubs wasn’t the most fashionable but what could you do •so grabbing a small apple, and leftovers that you could heat up in the microwave at the hospital •you left your small apartment, and walked back to the hospital, where you came from seven hours ago •sighing, you shook your head •your converse padded on the cement, a rhythm coming as you walked •humming along with the padding of your feet, you enjoyed the walk to the hospital •looking at the huge building before you entered •as you walked through the hospital, you got a text from your boss •boss: hey kid, sorry I actually don’t need you to come in tonight •groaning at the text but simultaneously being happy that you didn’t have to work tonight, you texted back •y/n: okay, thank you for letting me know •deciding to get your cup of hot chocolate and have a chat with Joshua, since you wouldn’t be here tonight •walking into the small cafe, you expected the boy to be at the counter or to be playing the guitar at a table since it was a slow shift •what you didn’t expect was Joshua sitting at a table, drinking out of a blood bag •"please tell me that you’re drinking tomato soup out of that.“ •you asked, startling the boy who had zoned out •"yep! Haha, I just really like messing with people! Yep!” •He said awkwardly, nervously laughing in the middle of his sentence •sitting down at the table he was at, you raised an eyebrow and waited for him to explain •"I’m a vampire, but I don’t like drinking blood from people because it hurts them. So I have to drink these?“ •he mumbled, not looking at the you, his eyes drawn on the table •"is that why you said Edward was a bad representation of vampires?” •you asked after it was silent for a while, you could see the tension in Joshua’s shoulders as he nodded, saying that not all vampires are creepy old man who stay in high School •staying and chatting with him was still the same, now there was just some extra characteristics that he had •if it was just you two hanging out, he would let his fangs out, drink blood packs •but of course, you’re a little curious piece of shit •on late nights you’d wonder what it would feel like if Joshua sunk his fangs into your skin •or just remembering the boy with eye smiles for days, with a cute smile and beautiful hands •you were a little bit in love •but who could blame you, everyone was probably in love with Joshua •the boy could sing and have birds land on his finger and sing along with him •but it was just an unrequited crush, after all you guys were just friends • •evening hot chocolate with Joshua, working until three am, leaving with a wave towards the cafe was routine •the streets were always cold, lined with light posts, the artificial light was the only warmth you felt •your phone was in your hands, a promise that you had to make with Joshua so he wouldn’t be worried •he was number one in speed dial, but you had done this walk hundred of times •nothing should happen, right? •you could feel it in your gut that someone was watching you •quick steps were made into a sprint, wanting to get away from the unwanted gaze of a stranger who’s intentions were unknown •reaching the front of your apartment, you slowed down •maybe you were overreacting, no one was probably watching you •you just needed more sleep, or no more horror movies late at night •but a small step forward would leave your fear come true •"Don’t move and I won’t shoot.“ •a cold voice spoke, a male holding a gun said •pressing number one, you called Joshua and put him on mute, wanting to come out alive •"give me your wallet, give me your whole bag actually.” •doing as he said, you slid the bag to him, after all a cheap bag was nothing compared to your life •and you still had your phone •"Now I want your phone, I know it’s in your hands, so don’t do any funny stuff.“ •you spoke to soon, hesitating on giving him the phone, he cocked the gun, letting you know he wasn’t playing •sliding it the same way as you did with the bag, he picked it up, seeing that he was being heard, he started to yell •"you fucking bitch, wanna die?” •you wanted to ask if that was a rhetorical question, but you’d never get that chance •a bullet entered your chest, another in your leg •falling on the floor, you were left hearing his footsteps as he ran away •blankly thinking about how you’d never be able to see Joshua again, after all this was it •years of being afraid of needles didn’t prepare you for other deadly weapons •before your eyes fluttered shut, you could’ve sworn that you caught a glimpse of Joshua running toward you •his brown hair looking like he had run his hands through it, his lip had been chewed on •weakly smiling, you felt like you were floating •your last conscious thought wondering if Joshua was an angel in disguise, no one could be that beautiful • • •the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Joshua •his eyes weren’t their usual chocolate brown, instead being a dark green •his fangs were out, but what startled you more was his hand being on yours •"y/n.“ •his breathed out, and If you could only hear him say your name, you’d be okay •"Joshua” •you spoke, your throat itching as you whispered his name •the relief on his face made you want to pull him close and kiss him •sitting up, you groaned, your chest hurt, your neck hurt •bringing your fingers to your neck, you felt two small holes, equal amount to Joshua’s fangs •"josh? What happened?“ •you questioned, immediately his eyes avoided yours and you were reminded of that day many months ago •his hand was still on yours, squeezing it softly, trying to reassure him •"when you called me, I was on my way home, so when I heard what was happening, I rushed to your house, only to find you…on the floor but…” •he trailed off, tears filled his eyes, and this time you do what you wanted •slipping of the bed, you crouched on the floor, ignoring the ache in your leg •both of his hands in yours, you looked into his eyes •"I know, it’s okay.“ •you spoke, not needing to know the rest of the story, with the fang shaped holes in you neck, you could guess what happened •a sob racked his body, as you comforted him to the best of your aching body •when they was no more tears to be cried, both of you were on a bed •(which you later found out was his) •"hey Joshua?” •you spoke softly, pulling Joshua closer into your chest as you cuddled •"yeah y/n?“ •his voice was mumbled and kind of hiccupy •"I like you.” •you were already kind of dead, what was the worse that could happen? •"I like you too.“ •everything felt right, lying in a bed with Joshua, as he listened to where your heartbeat should be beating •you’d have forever to help ease the pain from him having to turn you • •"DoEs tHiS meAN tHaT I caN’t dRinK hOt ChOcolAte AnYmOrE???” •"I love you y/n?“ •"I live you too but NO HOT CHOCOLATE JOSHUA???” •you’d get used to it eventually •right???

#Seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen scenarios #kpop au #kpop scenarios #koreabooeauty #Joshua Hong #vampires #hospital #cafes #intern

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junker-town · 4 years

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How lesser-known NFL prospects are hurt by this year’s draft changes

Brian Spurlock-USA TODAY Sports

After talking to agents, scouts, and coaches, Geoff Schwartz outlines how the lack of pro days and pre-draft visits will affect some players more than others.

The NFL, like most of the country, is on lockdown due to the coronavirus pandemic. No business is allowed at a team’s facility, except for medical rehab. Players, coaches, front offices, and owners are tasked with conducting their various roles off campus. This includes preparation for the 2020 NFL Draft.

The draft remains on schedule for April 23-25. It will not be held in Las Vegas, but the picks will still be announced on television, even though no one will be there in person. It’s mostly business as usual for the teams, other than most of their personnel not being able to meet in the same room to review their draft board. It’s not business as usual for a wide range of players entering this draft, though. The cancellation of pro days, medical rechecks, and top 30 visits is going to alter where players get drafted.

I spoke with agents, scouts, and coaches, and all agreed this draft will be different than any other since the combine era.

The 4 parts of the pre-draft process that have changed this year

Here are the areas that will be impacted the most leading up to the draft.

1. Measurable questions

There are those prospects without confirmed measurables, either because they skipped all-star games and/or the combine, or they were injured and didn’t participate. Without pro days and medical rechecks, these measurements will never be complete and could be the missing piece for a player being drafted.

It might seem petty to lower someone’s draft grade because you don’t have a good weight on them, but there are teams that look for players who fit a physical mold before they can be drafted.

2. Medical rechecks

This could be a concern for players who were injured at the combine, or weren’t able to perform at the combine but could have at their pro day. Unlike on-field activities, which scouts often want to see with their own eyes to believe, NFL team doctors would trust a phone conversation with the doctor who’s caring for the player, as those doctors have nothing to gain from being dishonest.

So, if the Dolphins call Tua Tagovailoa’s doctor for an update, and he gives them the all clear, they are likely to believe that, rather than his trainer telling a scout Tagovailoa is healthy. But, Tagovailoa is a top quarterback prospect with multiple years of film at Alabama and with highly projectable talent. This shouldn’t hurt him.

However, it will hurt a player like South Carolina receiver Bryan Edwards, who couldn’t work out at the combine due to a foot injury and can’t get a medical recheck. Teams won’t have any new data on his foot. He’s a player with Day 2 potential who’s likely going to drop to the bottom of Day 3.

3. Pro days

The fabulous HBO documentary Belichick & Saban: The Art of Coaching focuses on the relationship between Alabama head coach Nick Saban and New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick. In the documentary, which everyone should watch, the coaches are caught discussing the importance of pro days. Belichick explains that a draft profile on a player is 100 puzzle pieces, with his pro day being one or two of those pieces. Those can be more like 10-20 pieces if a player is a relatively unknown.

A pro day is a training event set at college campuses, where players from the Division I host school AND players from nearby FCS (1-AA) and Divisions II and III schools can work out in front of scouts and front office personnel. The combine tests, including a 40-yard dash, are conducted, as well as position-specific drills.

For many players who didn’t attend the combine, and especially those players at the lower-level schools, this is the first time they’ve worked out in front of NFL teams. Also, NFL personnel can speak with and interview said players who didn’t get combine or all-star game invites.

To get around the lack of pro days, we’ve seen players post videos of their own workouts, but according to the scouts, that’s not ideal. Yes, they can get a feeling for how it went and watch the workout, but it’s not the same. Scouts want to see how the body moves with their own eyes, as they’ve always done. They are able to use their recollection of previous body types and movements to categorize each player, and if they can’t see them in person, it’s hard to make those comparisons.

4. Top 30 visits

Besides the pro day, the other activity that was canceled was the top 30 visits. Most years, teams can bring up to 30 players to their facilities for pre-draft visits. Teams can still conduct these interviews over phone or video chat this year, but they’re limited to only one hour apiece and it’s just not the same as meeting in person to get a feel for someone.

Normally, there’s almost unlimited time to meet with coaches during these visits. Draft prospects can impress the coaching staff with their ability to understand plays and can answer any lingering questions the front office has about character and fit in their franchise. There are players who rely on these meetings to help improve their standing with teams. These visits are a small piece of the puzzle, but without them, you’ve lost five pieces in the puzzle. The picture becomes less clear.

5 ripple effects for lower-round prospects in this draft class

Now that we have a better idea of how the pre-draft process has changed this year, I can list out the actual effects these will have on players in Rounds 5-7 and beyond. Highly rated prospects aren’t affected much at all. Their draft stock is mostly set in stone, unless there’s a possible medical concern that would drop them a round.

1. There will be fewer “steals” in the draft

Without the proper background on some players at smaller schools, teams will likely opt to draft players from an FBS school, or even a Power 5 school, because they have more information on them. They have more film against top players, have all the measurables, and have been able to see them in person to interview and take images of their body types. If you’re an FCS player who can’t impress via a pro day, you’re being hampered by that lost opportunity.

It’s important to note, this isn’t always a bad thing. Agents for these players would argue being an “eighth-round pick” (undrafted free agent) is better for your contract situation, which is true. There’s less money on the front end, but UDFAs are only locked into a three-year deal instead of the standard four years for drafted players. That means they’re quicker to free agency.

2. No eyes = no draft

I’m a fabulous example of this. I was a late seventh-round pick — No. 241 out of 252 players. I was drafted by the one team, the Panthers, that worked me out at our pro day. Dave Magazu was the only OL coach at my pro day, and he worked me out for 45 minutes.

Near the end of the draft, when scouts are asking coaches for input into a possible draft pick, that personal connection won’t be there this year. I feel strongly I would not have been drafted if this relationship with Magazu hadn’t existed, however small it was.

3. Film, film, film will rule

You know the average player with an excellent combine or pro day who gets drafted in the fifth round? He’s now going undrafted.

These are the players who didn’t shine on film like they should have but convinced scouts, and more likely coaches, that they’re studs because of their physical attributes and interviews. This year they won’t get drafted as high because scouts will have to rely more on film. Instead of being stuck in the draft war room for weeks, scouts are now at home like the rest of us studying the film.

4. No medical rechecks hurts the lesser-known players

For the top picks, and I keep using Tagovailoa as an example, this is not an issue. His talent outweighs his injury concerns. But those with lower name recognition, who aren’t able to get a medical recheck in Indianapolis, will be negatively impacted. When you’re a later-round pick, medical concerns become huge red flags.

Players who are now healthy, but might have missed an all-star game or combine, can’t get their chance at the pro day. Usually, that’s where they prove to scouts, in person, that they’re healthy. But no physical testing and no complete medical history means they might not get drafted at all.

5. Pre-draft visits are supposed to help UDFAs too

I found this interesting during my discussions and it’s something I didn’t know. Those top 30 visits aren’t always just reserved for the players a team might want to draft. Two or three of those players are actually undrafted free agent targets, and the visits are used to recruit them in case they aren’t drafted.

Going back to my draft, I got calls during the sixth and seventh rounds from offensive line coaches. They tried to use the “relationship” we formed at the combine or the all-star game to get me to sign with them if I didn’t get drafted.

This year, that can’t happen. It could be more of a wild west for UDFAs.

As you can see, this year’s draft will be different. Teams that have done the background in the fall, have made connections with college coaches, and are more prepared will do fine in this draft. But what seems like a minor inconvenience for some could be a huge inconvenience for others — specifically, the fringe draft picks who are hurt the most by the cancellation of events.

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