AVCLUB I AM JESUS CHRIST FULL

“So, there’s all this old radio station equipment in the top of the gym…”įor the first time in a while, you curse the fact you’ve got mostly freshmen in your classes – with every new round of bright blue visitors stickers, parents are eager to pick your bones when you begin talking about your curriculum, expectations and the like. They all settle into the desks in-front of you. “Make it quick,” you groan, waving an apologetic Dustin off your desk as you begin to collect papers from the previous period, “I have the open house tonight and I gotta get some grading done before – you’ve got fifteen to catch me up on this AV Club thing.” “Right, right, right,” Dustin sighs, waving his hands with a charismatic no-front-teeth smile, “Sorry, Murph, my excitement precedes me –” “She’s new here, guys,” Will sighs, gently nudging Lucas who makes an O with his mouth, “Remember?” All six of them are looking at you expectantly. “No!” Dustin waves his hands, hopping up onto the edge of your desk, “No, this is about the AV Club.” “Is it about reptiles again?” you chirp, wiping your hands, “I don’t know, like, anything about komodo dragons, Dustin, I told you –” Maybe it’s because when you were younger, you were just like them. The whole bunch of them sat together in your sixth period class, and the whole bunch of them were really the only ones excited about Dash, that aforementioned freshmen class pet that you’d scooped up behind the school and saved from being roadkill.Įl immediately wanders to the tank and makes sure the heat lamp is on. The little squadron of hellions had managed to win you over easily within the first three weeks of school – between the abundant D&D references and constant “curiosity voyages”, you’d seemingly become their go-to with questions, gossip, and over-all mentor-ship. You like Mike and Will and Lucas and Dustin and El and Maxine. You’re wiping down the chalkboard, smearing drawings of ionic bonds into dust when the stampede begins. One period turns into six, and a week turns into three. Gomez and hanging your own name up on the door along with three planetary mobiles, a periodic table and a big exo terra tank for the freshmen class pet on the back windowsill.

The last week of August creeps up on you and before you even realize it, you’re moving into the cleared out room of a retired Mrs.

AVCLUB I AM JESUS CHRIST FULL

Summer fades with a wave of heat and full moons. Imagine Chief of Police Jim Hopper’s surprise when he sees an unfamiliar name. “I like science,” she says with a full mouth, “Fun.” The paper is well-loved paper and home to her new class schedule, a point of interest – she’s marked what classes she has with the boys and Max. So, imagine his surprise when after her first day of high school, over a ravoli dinner, El nudges a crumbled pink piece of paper his way with an excited look on her face. Life in Hawkins is a never-ending cycle of existence that renders everyone in the small town a familiar face. Y’know, high school sweethearts marry one another, settling down, and boom! Hopper winds up at their end-of-the-cul-de-sacs on domestic dispute calls and reunites with that shithead co-captain of Hawkins basketball team who keyed his car Sophomore year. Hawkins is kind of like Saturn: try to leave its orbit and you’ll get caught in the rings – literally.

Pairing: jim hopper x reader, murphy as a placeholder surname.Ī/n: this is a season three au! here’s the set up for all the drabbles i am going to end up writing for hopper bc he literally owns my whole ass, thanks, enjoy )įor this exact reason, Chief of Police Jim Hopper knows everyone. joyce is a good wing-woman and the kids just want to listen the the buggles. Summary: you’re hawkins high’s new science teacher, faculty advisor for the newly reinstated hawkins av club, and crazy townie who overhears a russian comminucae on a broken ham radio.

Avclub i am jesus christ