LaVeraceVia
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sláinte [SLAHN-chuh] | origin Irish/Scots Gaelic | noun: a common toast used to wish good health and fortune to one's drinking partner
An angel visited Billy on Christmas Eve to show him how good his life could be. This is what happens next.
“Because. Do I really have to say it?”
“I’m thinking maybe you oughta,” Billy replies.
Steve lifts his chin as he grows more confident in his words. But he never looks over at Billy. “Because we both know if I was a girl, you’d be trying to get into my pants by now.”
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- Part 2 of Attaboy, Clarence
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(Even if We're Just) Dancing in the Dark by LaVeraceVia
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
15 Jan 2023
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Billy knows what’s coming, when the big cop comes back through the door. He’s ready for it. As ready as you can ever be, at least, when there’s a metric fuck-ton of pain headed your way and no way to stop it.
Billy thinks he's ready for what's about to come. He has no idea.Series
- Part 2 of You Break It, You Bought It
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“And,” she starts again breathlessly, watching him with a flicker of mischief in those silvery-violet eyes, “Because sometimes a dragon needs to be ridden, to remember what truly he is.”
After the war, two broken people relearn the shape and substance of pleasure, together.
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“Steve,” she says again, with more urgency, and now he’s sure it’s Max. “I need your help.”
Steve’s pulse goes into overdrive. “Max, what’s wrong? I can get Hopper- ”
“No!” she cuts him off, talking fast. “No cops. There’s no time and, and…it’s so cold out there and—and there’s just no time okay? You have to trust me. Please. You know the road I live on? I need you to come here now, but DO NOT stop at the house, just keep driving past it, but come as fast as you can and…” she hesitates “And—you’ll know when you see. You’ll understand.”
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- Part 1 of You Break It, You Bought It
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Let's Do Some Living After We Die by LaVeraceVia
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King
19 Jan 2020
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Fuck’s sake, he could be in Hell for all he knows, if Hell looks like a perfectly boring slice of middle America in all of its unremarkable glory.
Truth be told, Richie has long suspected that’s EXACTLY what Hell looks like. Fuck.
Then he sees the name on the mailbox to his left, and he knows wherever he is, it isn’t Hell.
Kaspbrak, it reads.
Richie’s pretty sure his heart skips about three beats.
Richie’s drowning in grief. He doesn't know how to keeping living in a world where Eddie's dead. But there are other worlds than these...
(A crossover of sorts with Stephen King's The Dark Tower series)
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She doesn't know how to approach it, exactly. Knows what she would do if Jack was a patient, a real one, how she'd talk long enough to get her hands on him for an examination. As it is, she's frozen, isn't even sure how to ask. Can I touch you? You're bleeding and also it's all I think about.
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21 Feb 2026
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When she looks up at Jack again, there are tears tracking their way down his face, his head turned to the side, jaw tight.
She yanks her hands away. "Oh, God, Jack, sorry. I'm hurting you."
"No," he says, voice thick in his throat. "No, no, it's really good. It's just been a long time since anyone else has done that."
The one where Samira pretty much owns Jack. Wound-tending and tenderness and premature ejaculation and body worship and several hallelujah choruses might have been heard during the read of this fic.
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Jack had just stepped back onto the main floor when he clocked movement at the ambulance entrance, two guys hurrying in, the smaller one helping a guy with a sweatshirt covered in blood. But something was wrong, some unnamable instinct rising within Jack at the way they moved. It was too fluid, too controlled. Jack knew what the walking wounded looked like, had seen it for years, from war zones to bar fights. This wasn't the injured seeking help; this was men hunting.
Time slowed, Jack's heart rate spiking, the adrenaline dump casting everything in sharp relief—the full ED floor, patients plus shift change meaning twice the usual personnel were here.
Robby was here.
That thought got him moving, Jack approaching laterally. He got there right as the guns came out.
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18 Feb 2026
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Robby took another breath, but it was shaking, different somehow. The hand at his neck moved up, cupping his jaw, some kind of energy flaring. Robby turned his head toward Jack, breathing against his jaw, a bright bloom of heat that shot straight through him, Jack's heart suddenly racing. Robby pulled back slightly to look at him, thumb running over his cheek, a new glint in his eyes. The moment held, tension stretching between them, transforming into something Jack recognized: that aching, pulse-pounding moment before a kiss. Sound roared in his ears as that realization landed: Robby wanted to kiss him. And Jack wanted him to.
Jack and Robby wake up to a truth that's been in front of them for years. AKA the one where Robby gets hit with a clue-by-four and Rabbot is the result. [fellow fandom olds who remember the phrase "clue-by-four" rise up!]
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Jack messages Robby on Grindr. Not that he knows that.
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14 Feb 2026
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*fans self* Lordy. Is there a heat wave in here, or is it just me?
The one where Robby's into amateur photography and Jack's into worshipping Robby the way he deserves.
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“Do you want some help with that?” Mel asks, eyes widening behind her glasses. She clasps her hands together, polite and expectant.
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11 Feb 2026
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Competent!Mel meets Robby h/c+heat. What I wouldn't give for ten more fics just like this...
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Robby glanced up at Samira, then, as if he could read her mind, and she swallowed hard. Jack placed his palm against her thigh, warm and stable, and for once she didn’t try to redirect her thoughts. She sat there, let the low rumble of Robby’s voice wash over her, felt the gentle pressure of Jack’s hand on her leg. There was nothing wrong with her, except for maybe the same things that were wrong with both of them.
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04 Feb 2026
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There aren't enough fics featuring Robby crying during sex. Thank god for this one.