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harrysonlylover · 10 months

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Little One

Summary: A small glimpse into CEO Harry’s past followed by a life changing news.

Trope: CEO! H

WC: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

A/n: Unedited and not proofread.

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Harry knew that he wanted to be someone relevant when he was a kid.

He observed as doctors were thanked for their service, engineers for their genuineness and architects for their dedication. He was eager to have a similar experience and wash his ego with such praise.

Whatever he decides to do, would be for the greater good. Small gestures or even small actions are still as important, especially when others do not see it.

As Harry grew up, he found himself fleeing away from science. It’s not that he disliked it, in fact he was a genius at biology, yet he couldn’t imagine it as a career. He found solace in art classes, he’d draw sketches until the bell rang and sometimes his teacher would let him stay because he never realized that class was over.

First, it started as a habit. Drawing doodles to pass time whenever boredom strikes. Then, it became an outlet for his biology obsession. Delicately move the pencils to focus on the vein, give the artery more shadow, maybe memorize the anatomy using his drawings.

But teenagers are complicated and jump fast from one obsession to another. Deep down he had a soft spot for biology, but he left it aside and focused on something more revolutionary.

When he discovered his love for lust in college, he was more than obsessed and not in a hormonal frat boy way. He’d daydream about his partners, their body and skin, how long he can tease them, how much can his and their bodies take.

It consumed his thoughts day and night but especially his drawings. With the consent of his hookups, he’d use his vision and sex appeal that would create a sketch full of lust and gift it to them as a memoire.

The world was so different back then. The idea of sex and pleasure wasn’t appealing to everyone and neither was exploration. Rumors were spread about him, how he fucks his partners and doesn’t pursue any further relationships. He never really addressed anything, because he knew that behind closed doors, his number one rule was no attachment.

By being aware of his honesty he had nothing to worry about. At least the rumors did include how good he was at sex but he wouldn’t call that a rumor.

He was shamed for his love for lust along with his interest in exploring his sexuality. The other frat boys wrote slurs on his textbooks and car just for being seen kissing a boy. He didn’t care nor respond. It’s quite pathetic that his preference pissed other people off.

He does remember one specific partner who helped him explore the most. She was into toys and helped him delve deeper into pleasure yet it wasn’t a surprise when she’d ask to quit the toys because they weren’t as comfortable nor pleasing.

And the rest is history.

He slowly began receiving thoughts about his own line, some shapes for the toys, a certain structure suitable for the anatomy of men and woman. It was a risky idea, who would take a college boy seriously about sex toys?

He was a very intelligent boy who earned himself a scholarship to business school, so all of his savings from his job at a local pizza store went to his campaign.

The nude photoshoot was definitely the icebreaker. People who shared similar personalities and interests defended him against the public eye and supported his brand. He’d never forget how he started with only 2000$ in his pocket, looking for a lab to run the tests for him, late nights sketching and experimenting with modules.

All of his struggles morphed together to get him to where he is now. He may not be praised like people with noble professions but he can’t deny the impact he made. He helped many youngsters to come out of their shell and indulge in pleasure. Many happily married couples even met thanks to Pleasing.

Harry Styles is a relevant man but something was missing.

He remembers the pang in his chest when he met you, how he flew from one country to another after a business meeting to avoid being late for your first date. He was like a blind puppy walking behind you.

As much as he liked being careful with his dates for the sake of his public image, he was ready to jump feet first when it came to you. Love at first sight was a bullshit idea for him, but after you, he began rethinking all of his ideologies.

He’d sit in his chair during dates, his hand fixed under his chin as he listened intently to you. The glimmer in your eyes when you talk about something you love, telling him about your comfort book, why pandas are underrated creatures, the cute ducks you feed in the park, your standard job that you refuse to upgrade from because no one would treat the elderly owner nicely.

He can’t remember the number of times he rescheduled meetings so he could spend time with you. You were a beautiful soul whose confidence at his sex club captured everyone’s attention. He knew that every man and woman were attracted to you and he didn’t like that.

He took you everywhere and showed you all the places you haven’t seen before, as well as his comfort shops that he visits whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed which was pretty often due to being the CEO.

He had known you for three months only but they felt like three years. The feeling of being overwhelmed from work slowly turned into being overwhelmed from your presence around him. He was aware of how long he’d stare at you but god he couldn’t help it.

Sex was so different for the first time in his life. He never imagined that loving someone would make it this intense. He wanted to memorize every inch, worship your body, surrender himself to you and allow you to explore as much as you liked.

Even now, after being with you for two years, he still gets the same ache in his chest upon being around you. The honeymoon period will never end for you, you’re just aligned energetically.

He adores having his skin near yours, it restores his energy and grounds him. Stealing kisses is his job, allowing his fingers to linger a little longer, appreciating your chats about the mundane and important things, buying you properties because “you deserve it”.

He was very giddy and stressed the days prior to proposing and broke down in tears when you said yes. Although he was eager to officially make you his wife, he was already calling you his and introducing you to everyone as his life partner.

You had decided to postpone the wedding to make Pleasing’s second branch opening in Italy smooth which he was very thankful for. You didn’t mind a simple wedding with no guests but he wanted a huge ceremony to show you off despite his love for secrecy.

“I want everyone to look at you and know that you’re mine for life, and whatever comes after life, that they’ll never be as lucky as I am.”

You recall his words quite well as he placed a ruby diamond ring on your finger and kissed it.

After that, a huge shift happened. Bigger than the one he felt upon meeting you. He couldn’t tame his thoughts when he found out you were extra fertile. He always knew deep down that he wanted you to be the mother of his children yet it was so different when it became reality.

He was aching to be a father and it grew to be his purpose, it gave him a feeling that Pleasing never provided. The feelings during sex doubled, it became more intense and primal, butterflies in your tummies and sweaty bodies clinging to each other.

Just the mere thought of getting to breed you had him weak in the knees, the chemicals in his brain shifted and all he could think about was making sure you’re always full of his seed day and night.

He didn’t think that it would be possible to become more obsessed with you, but boy was he wrong. His biology obsession sneaked itself back into his life, the nights when he wasn’t balls deep inside of you, he’d make you Red Raspberry leaf tea (amazing for fertility), have you sat in his lap as he reads pregnancy books.

You found random books around the house with topics about the pregnancy phases, child psychology, postpartum, hormonal shifts, making the pregnant woman comfortable and understanding her emotions, along with the anatomy of a fetus starting from the first weeks till birth.

You had never seen someone so dedicated to being a good father and partner. He didn’t even want you to move around a lot or do anything that might upset you.

You both knew that sooner or later you’ll get pregnant, not only because you were so fertile, but because you acted like horny rabbits around each other. He filled you up any chance he got and used a plug to keep his seed inside of you before pulling it out at night to give you another load.

His number one rule was giving you as many orgasms as you needed and whenever you needed. He knows how your hormones become as you near ovulation, you get more feral than him. As much as your breeding sessions were fun, he’ll miss doing his duty in getting you round and swollen and all the dirty talk he used to rile you up.

“Gonna give me a sweet baby like you? Guess I’ll just have to keep filling you up.”

However you must admit that your favorite moments were getting him riled up by acting like a brat.

“Acting so careless as if I don’t own your womb, as if your cunt doesn’t beg for me to breed it every night.”

Just him whispering his filthy thoughts in your ear made you so goddamn weak. You knew that you getting pregnant will not stop him from being the primal man he is, in fact you have an inkling that some more kinks will come out.

It’s been over a month since his breeding obsession began, you didn’t keep up with your cycle app, Harry did. Although it might reveal a lot to him, you’re thankful that he can’t know about your pregnancy unless you tell him.

You’ve been noticing some changes over the past few days, and despite the difference in every woman’s body some of the common symptoms occurred to you like tender breasts, nausea and random headaches. Not only are they pregnancy factors but you also never suffered from them during menstruation.

These symptoms are the exact reason you purchased three different brands of pregnancy tests. You went to the store when Harry left the house right after making love to you.

The three tests are laid on the bathroom counter in front of you. You couldn’t wait till Harry returned from work and immediately peed on them then set up a timer of 2 minutes.

Call it an early mother instinct but you know that you’re pregnant. You won’t be disappointed if the result is negative, it’s simply that your body can already feel your little one growing inside you.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the timer setting off. It takes you a few seconds before jumping on your feet and taking a cautious look at the three tests.

Test 1: Plus sign

Test 2: Two lines

Test 3: Two lines

All of the tests are designed differently but show the same result: you’re pregnant with Harry’s child.

You couldn’t hold back your tears as you stared back at the positive tests and placed a protective hand over your stomach.

You’re pregnant.

You’re going to be a mom.

And Harry… the flow of tears intensified when you imagined him as a dad or how he’d react to such news. You were so adamant on getting pregnant that you didn’t think of how he’d find out.

It took a while for the news to settle in and you couldn’t keep your hand away from your stomach. The tears coated your face even more as you rubbed your hand back and forth, noticing the ring harry bought for you on your finger.

Your lovely little family.

After you washed your face and calmed down, you excitedly ran back to your bedroom and fetched your polaroid camera to take a picture in the mirror for the memories. Harry bought you a huge album book where you can place the photos in and leave notes under them. You’ll write down ‘When I found out about our baby’ under it but it felt weird since Harry wasn’t present.

Your thoughts drifted to him, how he’s sitting in his office so clueless about everything. How he made love to you this morning and kept pressing kisses to your collarbone , calling you the most beautiful names.

You began crying again upon thinking about him. God, what an amazing dad he’ll be. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to successfully pull off the pregnancy reveal in a cute way. You’re way too emotional for that.

You sanitized the pregnancy sticks and placed them in a gift box, before covering them with confetti and putting the polaroid picture on top. You couldn’t think of any other way and besides you wanted it to be simple.

All he has to do is come home.

The house was unbelievably quiet when Harry unlocked the front door. He’s aware that while being away , you feel like going out sometimes maybe have a random shopping spree or simply buy a refreshing drink.

Usually you’d text him, not because he’s an obsessed controlling partner but you guys love updating each other on your day. You’ve been doing that since you began dating.

You barely replied to his texts today which made him concerned and a bit pouty, especially now that the house feels empty as if you’re not here.

“Honeyyy? I’m back, where are you?” His voice echoed as he took off his shoes near the door and placed the flower bouquet he gets you every day on the kitchen counter.

His feet dragged him to the living room where an empty dish and mug were left near the sofa making him frown because you have a thing for neatness.

He took the stairs and headed straight to your shared bedroom where the door was left ajar, a sigh of relief left his lips as he spotted your figure on the carpet hunched over items he can’t see.

“My sweetheart you made my stomach drop, I called for you.” You turned around at his remark giving him your sweet smile that he adores.

“I was so focused here I didn’t notice.” You pointed to the mess in front of you. He took a closer look and went down on his knees next to you before wrapping his arms around you and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

You were going through some old albums of his and yours, the photos were distributed under your feet along with some letters and cards you both kept since you were children.

“What made you look through all of this?” He couldn’t resist giving your forehead another kiss and pulling your body to his so that your back was resting against his chest.

“I felt nostalgic I guess.” You shrugged picking up a photo of baby Harry swimming butt baked in a mini baby pool. The first time he showed it to you, you laughed so hard and spat your juice on his shirt. It made him a bit pouty so you had to kiss him and reassure him that your reaction was like that because he’s adorable.

You fetched two more photos, one that belongs to you and one to Harry. He was wearing a dalmatian puppy costume as he showed off a big smile while your photo included a sassy version of you holding a cotton candy stick as you posed for the camera with your hair styled in piggytails.

“Look at us being so extra, our baby is going to be amazing.” You chuckled as tears welled up in your eyes at what Harry doesn’t know.

“I think they’re going to have your soft hair and my teeth.” He whispered with his cheek laid against yours. His adoration and love for being a dad is making your heart burst especially that his hand is so close to your stomach when he doesn’t know his best friend is in there.

You can already imagine your baby and his thoughts aren’t helping. He is a gorgeous man and you could squeal just from thinking about their genetics.

“I think pictures are a great way to preserve love.” You couldn’t help the tear that fell from your eye as you thought of all the pictures you could take with your baby and Harry.

“Hmm it’s true my love. They’re like a time capsule.” He didn’t notice your wet cheek as he was too enamored by your pictures that he’s seen a thousand times.

You eyed the little gift box that bears the wonderful news and knew that no moment can be more perfect than this one.

“H, could you please grab this box and check what’s in it.” You pretended to busy yourself with the photos beneath you as he nodded and fetched the pink box.

You could’ve sworn that time went still in those few seconds, his arm reaching for the box and his focused gaze. It was all in slow motion, his hand opening the lid, the furrow in his eyebrows when he notices the polaroid seeing that it is you wearing the same clothes as now.

But that one second, half a second even when his hands move the confetti and spot the pregnancy tests. That moment itself is full of pure love that no time capsule can contain, it is something that could only be passed on from one generation to another.

“I- bab- What?” His hands begin to shake as he picks up the three tests in one hand while you allow the tears to flow both at his reaction and the memory you’re sharing.

“I’m pregnant.”

You move your body closer to him as he appears to have entered a state of shock. His arms are still trembling while his eyes cannot seem to hold his tears nor his excitement, his sniffles grew louder as he dropped his head in your lap.

“We’re gonna make our own time capsule and memories.” You whispered to your fiancée who’s full on sobbing in your lap.

You raised his head and cupped his cheeks smashing them in the process as some of his tears fell into your palm, his lips were pouty and trembling which urged you to kiss them. You reached for his hand and placed it on your tummy under your shirt and you could’ve sworn he let out a hiccup from crying.

“Our Baby?” He questioned as more tears stained his cheeks.

“Yes my love. Our Baby.” You laid your foreheads against each other sharing sloppy kisses unable to contain the love that is overwhelming your tiny human hearts.

You can’t remember for how long you stayed in that position, an hour maybe less just holding your bodies close and whispering love confessions as you think of your little darling.

“What’s with the polaroid of you?” Harry managed to ask after calming down.

“I took it to remember the day I found out about the pregnancy but it felt missing… you should be in it.” He suddenly jumped on his feet and helped you to get up before frantically rummaging through his drawer and fetching his film camera.

He said nothing as he held your hand and walked you over to the mirror. He positioned your body in front of him and wrapped an arm around your stomach before pressing his lips to the back of your head due to the height difference.

He turned on the camera and muttered a ‘smile honey’ before taking the picture that will live on and on.

The old childhood photos are still discarded on the ground. The two of you bask in the silence and love as he rubs on your tummy and kisses your earlobe every now and then.

Harry Styles is a very respected man of both authority and wealth. He doesn’t need a noble profession to feel proud but it turns out that he doesn’t need Pleasing either.

The relevancy he always looked for existed in your presence and the knowledge of becoming a father.

Harry Styles is a relevant man through his fatherhood and for him nothing else will matter.

You felt his chest vibrate as his chuckle echoed through the room. You laced your fingers through his and angled your head backwards.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I knocked you up.”

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 months

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Here, Allow Me ~ D.G.

A/n: Another one check marked :) It's still not the one I promised but uh... I hope that's okay. I've been struggling to write rip

Request: “ZATANNA MALE READER X DICK GRAYSON, they go on a mission together and dick and reader get hurt but dick more so and reader teleports them somewhere trying to keep him alive while help arrives. end it fluffy please” by anon

Word Count: 2900+

MASTERLIST

There were certain things you just had to accept if you were going to date Dick Grayson. One of them was that he would always be in the field. Whether or not he was Robin or Nightwing, or even Batman, the suit would always be apart of his life. Another thing you had to accept: You would have to just keep up.

It wasn't easy to match pace with anyone in the Batfam, let alone someone you were dating. It was a little easier for Y/n though. After all, he had magic.

Everyone associated Y/n was Zatanna, but he had trained with John Constantine first. It was an accidental situation, but expected when a demon with a grudge against Constantine met a young, impressionable kid with a bone to pick with the world. He'd wormed his way into Constantine's life playing as someone born with magic he couldn't control and had gotten training from the man himself. Which allowed Y/n to get more powerful as he learned more and more about his target up close and personally - weaknesses and abilities alike.

Y/n was the only one who'd ever gotten close to defeating Constantine, and almost got killed doing it. But when he revealed himself as a secret bad guy - well, Batman was impossible to fool. He'd prepared for this, seeing Y/n's anger and noticing the way his magic was almost alive - not something inborn, but something almost separate that worked to keep him alive. That was actually how Y/n and Dick had first met - when the Young Justice had come to Constantine's aide and saved his ass. At the time he'd been dating Zatanna, but that hadn't lasted much longer.

It had been rough at first. They'd had to find the demon behind Y/n, and Zatanna had banished it and destroyed the link between it and Y/n, leaving the poor teen completely defenseless. He'd hated the team for it, and hadn't talked to anyone until Constantine offered to train him for real. After all, Y/n still knew a lot about magic, and the deep connection he'd had with that demon had left behind the potential to harness such energies. With the opportunity to remain able to defend himself and a rough home life he was on the run from, the team took him on and Zatanna began to help him along with Constantine. Eventually she joined the League and Y/n was left to stay on the team as the resident magic user.

After a while, Dick Grayson could claim he'd dated two magicians.

Y/n had taken a lot after Zatanna. He used magic by speaking backward as well, and took up the magician aesthetic. They looked like a set... which had been a little painful at first. She'd given Y/n her father's old suit and matching with him like that had been a little startling. But Zatara had approved and eventually everyone had adjusted. Because of all of this, Y/n hadn't been open to Dick's advances at first; he was sure Nightwing was just rebounding on someone who reminded him Zatanna who Y/n was sure Dick just missed.

Because of this they almost hadn't happened, but Bruce was tired of watching his family be alone because of this life they lead, and took a single moment to play a little matchmaker. He'd invited Y/n over for dinner - no masks. Y/n had discovered the identities of the entire Batfam when he had been analyzing them to take them all down, so there was no need for pretenses. Bruce invited the kid under the proposition that Y/n could go to school with Artemis, but that it would require a scholarship from the Waynes and they should get to know each other first.

Everyone knew it was bullshit - Artemis had gotten the scholarship without knowing the Waynes after all. But Y/n didn't, and that was the point. With Bruce's only slight tampering out of the way, he left the rest to the others. Y/n bonded with Jason first, then Tim and then Barbara. They all adored him and seeing him get along with the family was enough to have Dick tripping over himself by the end of the night. When Alfred himself approved of the lad, the deal was done. And with some words of comfort from Barbara, Y/n got over that lingering impression that Dick didn't really care about him.

Dick drove Y/n home, and they had a first date confirmed before they even topped at the cave where Y/n was staying with everyone else who didn't have anywhere to go.

After that it wasn't hard to get approval to work with the Batfam directly as well as the Team. Y/n was busy a lot, working with Dick side by side and sometimes even without him. They learned how to balance work and relationship and personal life rather well. It wasn't perfect but all of it was theirs, and that was what mattered.

Then Jason died.

Jason and Y/n had always been particularly close. They understood each other in a way the others really didn't. They were both carrying dark pasts on the corners of bright smiles, with the constant yearning for trouble settled in their throats. They'd been horrible pranksters, and not even Dick could always predict them or avoid them. Only Alfred had never been touched. Y/n had been on the mission with Jason when he died. He'd been knocked out and Jason had been kidnapped... and then had to just sit and wait for Bruce to find his best friend.

Something changed after that. Y/n was darker, angrier. He smiled less. He was still good in the field, but he suddenly got really protective. Dick understood why Y/n felt the need to watch everyone, always run to their aid, but when it almost got Y/n killed he'd had enough.

Their first argument since even the beginning of their relationship had been ugly.

Y/n had to handle a lot more during the relationship than Dick did, and he felt irritated that after all he had taken with complete ease and no complaint, Dick was still asking more of Y/n. And then Dick asked Y/n to retire and...

When the two said they were going on a break, everyone knew that wasn't all. Everyone knew they were due any day for a break up. The Team, the Batfam - they'd all seen Connor and M'gann fall apart in real time and it had looked exactly like this. Y/n began to draw further and further from Dick, and seemed to stop caring about him altogether. He didn't seem to watch Dick's back every second anymore, but he also seemed to lose every single emotion he'd ever had. Batman was seconds away from cutting him off the team forcibly and resigning himself to losing Y/n as he distanced himself from everyone.

The moment never came.

It was a mission like any other. Infiltration and extraction. Y/n was particularly good at staying back anyway, so he had fallen into the role of look out. He had a lot of spells that helped his awareness and allowed him to play support. And with his recent habit of keeping an eye on everyone anyway, putting him on the front lines just wasn't where he was best.

It was Garfield who got spotted. It was hard for him to sneak around, and he could turn into something small for sure but when you're green it's a pretty obvious tell and some people just knew how to spot him.

Everyone was almost out when one of the flying bullets caught Dick's leg and he fell. Y/n didn't even hesitate - he teleported into the fight immediately and began throwing spells, keeping people back to try and give Dick the space to get away. Everyone else had scattered; they didn't even know Dick had fallen. It was up to Y/n, and when all you are is a spell caster there's just not a lot you can do against so many people by yourself.

Dick was amazed. Y/n's focus, the way his eyes took in every single detail. His words and the easy way they formed, even backward. He wasn't as good as Zatanna but he was excellent at the trade. The problem was Dick was losing blood fast, and it was becoming quickly clear that it wasn't just a bullet at all - he was poisoned. He couldn't get out of here without being followed and that would be even worse. So he moved closer to Y/n instead of away, gripping his ankle.

It distracted Y/n, allowing something large to shatter against his shield spell, shrapnel slicing his shoulder. He screamed, and grabbed it, but it knocked him out of his stubborn decision to stay put and stand tall until he died. It forced Y/n to acknowledge that he was losing, and Dick needed him. Despite everything between them, that seemed to be enough. Y/n reached down, grabbing Dick's forearm, and Dick returned the hold. Y/n spoke quickly, and the pair was teleporting away again.

The second they were alone Dick was arguing with him. "Why didn't you do that immediately?"

"Because you were running away from me and I couldn't get to you without compromising both of our safety," Y/n snapped back without missing a beat. Right back to their forming bad habits...

Dick wasn't satisfied with Y/ns answer. "Why didn't you just teleport closer to me?"

"Because the point was to draw their attention, not grab you and get out! You were supposed to at least bind your wound so you weren't just freely bleeding."

"There was something in the bullet, I could feel it almost immediately. There's... something.." As the adrenaline of the moment faded and all that was keeping him talking was arguing - which, as it rose his heartrate, probably wasn't a good idea - he began to lose strength and collapsed in Y/n's arms. His eyes fluttered closed and he went silent.

Y/n's breathing immediately quickened, growing shallow. "Nightwing," he snapped, slowly lowering him to the ground. He forced himself to work slowly through the panic, checking Dick's pulse. It was skittish and getting slower. Something was wrong. Y/n could feel the panic increasing. He grit his teeth and forced away the images of Jason's broken body in Bruce's arms. He instead grabbed Dick's arm, turning it to access the body monitor all the Batfam wore.

As he had the thought to get in contact with everyone else, he felt Miss Martian's psychic link restore and he reached out to her, drawing her to their location. He ran down the entire situation and analyzed how fast whatever was effecting Nightwing was effecting him.

M'gann didn't have to tell Y/n that they weren't going to make it to the two and back to the Cave in time. Y/n closed his eyes, forcing himself to focus. He needed to know what was wrong with Dick in order to save him. If he didn't, no one would. And Y/n wouldn't lose Dick. Not like he'd lost Jason. Not him. Anyone but him.

Finally the spells Y/n was casting to figure out what the hell was wrong came with a result. A specific poison, fast acting, 100% fatality rate. Y/n felt his anger rise as his vision blurred with tears. He blinked quickly to clear it, ignoring as the tears fell down his cheeks. He closed his eyes to force his mind to come up with the words he needed.

"Ezilibats mih." His words echoed and Y/n was immediately rechecking his heartbeat and vitals, but his vision was too blurry. He couldn't see anything, couldn't make sense of it. He was out of ideas - if this didn't work Dick was dead. The thought made Y/n crumble and he pulled Dick into his chest, burying his face in his hair. He was begging under his breath, shaking, in shambles. And that was how the Team found them.

At first everyone thought Dick was dead, but when Miss M told them he was fine, Y/n only began to cry harder and everyone exchanged looks but they knew what had happened without even having to ask. Y/n was silent on the ride back to the Cave. Dick woke up there, in their little hospital wing, all healed and completely fine. He was updated on what happened in the mission, and Connor took him aside to tell him about Y/n's reaction to the whole thing. "Just so you understand why."

Dick tensed. "Why what?" He demanded.

Connor pursed his lips. "He quit. The Team, everything. He said he's done and has been looking for entry level jobs so he can buy his own apartment and move out of the Cave." Bruce had given him a secretary job at Wayne Enterprises, and Y/n had been doing wonderfully - even after Jason's passing. If he was looking to get out of the job, then that would mean he'd stop coming to family dinners, stop dropping by for Holidays. He'd be alone and the Batfam would be missing one more member. The Team would lose their friend. Y/n was trying to disappear.

Dick didn't wait and no one stopped him. He was up immediately, only gritting his teeth at his hurt leg but otherwise walking perfectly fine as he moved through the halls at as quick a pace as he could manage while he hunted down Y/n.

He was in his room. Where he had been every free moment since Jason's death. Unsurprising then that Dick looked there first and, upon knocking on the door, wasn't shocked to see Y/n open it. He looked horrible, with heavy lids and bags under his eyes and a slouch to his shoulders. He looked exhausted.

"Before you try and-" Y/n began.

Dick pushed through the door and pulled him in a hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't thank you, thank you. Thank you for all those years ago, choosing to let us help you instead of turning away. Thank you for loving our family as much as I do and becoming apart of it. Thank you for giving Jason a best friend - he really needed it. Thank you for joining the team and saving so many of our lives so many times. Thank you for letting me love you. It was the best time of my life and I will always treasure it because you're an amazing person. Thank you for letting me know you."

Y/n was silent for a long time. He didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe. But then, just as Dick was losing hope, ever so slowly, Y/n's arms moved to wrap around Dick and hug him back. They melted into each other and Dick could feel the material of his shirt get wet as Y/n cried on his shoulder.

"Bruce was right, I can't do this. I need to take a break." The words were a relief to hear.

"Okay," Dick agreed. He held his boyfriend tighter. They hadn't broken up yet, and he tried to hold onto that in this moment. It might be his last chance to think that.

Y/n seemed surprise at the lack of a response. "I won't be able to fight with you anymore - maybe ever again. We'll have way less time together, I won't be able to help you with cases. You'll have to face so much more on your own and we'll come to resent each other eventually. It'll fall apart like it always does. No time, no energy-"

"If you think that I'd ever resent you for prioritizing your needs, you're an idiot." Y/n's words died. "I will always love you for doing this. You should. You shouldn't keep going if you can't. I just can't lose you completely. I need you to be some part of my life. Everyone will miss you; the team; the family. Everyone. Promise me you won't quit at Wayne Tech. Promise me you won't disappear because you feel bad about retiring."

A shaky breath came from Y/n then and he held Dick tighter, burying his face in Dick's shoulder. They hadn't hugged this long in ages and it was what they both desperately needed. Y/n sighed, shaking his head. "Okay. I promise."

Dick leaned back and Y/n let him, even as Dick raised a hand to wipe away the remaining tears and pulled him into a kiss. They both lingered, and after a moment even relaxed. melted into each other. Dick didn't go far when the kiss ended, resting their foreheads together. "I don't want to break up with you. I want to give it a shot. I want to try, I want to fight. I don't want to fade from each others' lives - if it ends ugly then that's how it ends. I want to hold onto you."

Everyone knew how Dick's relationships ended. It was fire and joy and passion that slowly dimmed and faded into professionalism and business relations. They grew distant, but the fondness remained, and they parted on mutual, good terms. Dick always wanted to avoid ugly break ups, wanted to preserve relations as much as possible. The fact that he was willing to throw caution to the wind meant a lot.

Y/n chuckled, sighing a second time. "You're impossible, Dick Grayson."

Dick smiled. "Impossibly in love with you."

For the first time since Jason had died, Y/n laughed. Loud, with his full chest. His head fell back and he pulled Dick closer. The moment was warm and bright and all of the darkness and heaviness that had been plaguing them fell away completely, leaving them free and light. One thing was certain: they'd succeeded. They'd made it out the other side.

At least for now, they'd be alright.

Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

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visenyaism · 8 months

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Sorry! But the targ hypos are fun to read. What modern world job do you think dance and great bastard era targs would do?

nah this is fun get ready:

-Corlys velaryon ceo (of something no one really understands, he just says import/export supply chain words when asked. may or may not be a little bit illegal.) Rhaenys is corlys’ company’s #1 litigator she keeps the feds OFF and the books looking right.

-Otto also has a JD, but he doesn’t practice much in his work as an extremely evil conservative think tank head.

-Viserys is a tenured history professor but one of those ones who got there because of his nepo connections and huge amounts of privilege in the olden days and fucking sucks at the actual job and DID marry one of his female undergrads. twice.

-Daemon has a constant rotation of these, none for longer than 3 months. what else.

-Alicent wanted to be a religious studies professor once but she dropped out to marry her intro to valyrian poetry prof and raise the kids so now she edits Viserys’ manuscripts. for free.

-Rhaenyra, shiv roy of the family that she is, is a political consultant ostensibly for libs but keeps getting pulled into evil private sector shit.

-Laenor works at his dad’s company and Laena was in law school to be a public defender before she dropped out to run off with Daemon.

-Aegon is a terrible DJ, middling club promoter, and extraordinarily successful influencer despite literally being perpetually cancelled. Helaena entomologist is too easy but i want her to be happy so we’re keeping it. constantly on research trips. Aemond middling nepo baby formula one driver. no one in his family watches it because it’s too European. Viserys is pretty sure this makes him gay and keeps trying to hint he’d be okay with it instead of congratulating him for any of his accomplishments.

-Jake has a lacrosse scholarship to an ivy where he’s studying business for his family and secretly double majoring in gender studies but he can’t say it out loud because Daemon would make fun of him for being a liberal at dinner.

-Rhaena is an elementary education major in Oldtown. Baela put off going to college with Jake to take a travel gap year to find herself, but she’s been travelling for 3 years now and doesn’t seem to want to stop anytime soon.

-Joffrey gets called to the principal’s office for biting people like once a month but Rhaenyra refuses to believe that her sweet little boy would do that. that’s all send post

#asoiaf #i’ll do the great bastards version of this eventually #luke is in high school and i forgot about daeron as canon demands

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Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!

POGUE PRINCESS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader

summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj

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little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.

you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.

this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.

for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.

you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.

all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.

completely and utterly head over heels for you.

"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.

"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."

your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.

"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.

"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."

"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."

jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.

"worth it."

he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.

oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.

he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.

he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.

"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"

jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.

"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."

you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.

jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"

"i don't believe you."

once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.

"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.

"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."

you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.

and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.

jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.

come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.

"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."

you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.

"rafe."

"how have you been?"

"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.

"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."

you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."

"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."

rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.

"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.

"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"

"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."

"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.

"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"

your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.

jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.

"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"

you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.

"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.

jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"

"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.

"what do you mean?" jj questioned.

you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"

"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"

"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"

"i was trying to protect you!"

"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."

jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."

"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"

"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"

okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.

awkward.

"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.

jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.

"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"

you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.

you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.

you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.

you hesitated to pull away, but you did.

"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"

jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."

you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.

"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.

your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.

his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.

"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."

he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.

once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.

"this all for me?"

you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."

"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.

his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.

"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.

jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."

"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.

"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."

you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.

"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.

you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.

"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"

"there's nothing i want more."

jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.

he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.

"you ready for me, princess?"

you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.

"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.

"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.

he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.

you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.

"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.

the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.

there was no one like jj.

"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."

he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.

you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.

"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.

he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.

your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.

"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.

"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.

"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.

jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."

you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.

you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"your sister's gonna kill me."

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radiantrice7 · 11 months

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Goldenpunk/Chaipunk Headcanons

- Hobie cannot handle spice like at all but he is extremely against wasting food so he’ll still eat extremely spicy food if given to him even if it makes his insides melt

- Pav does not have a sweet tooth but put some jangri in front of him and he’d devour them in seconds (his mother made it for him a lot as a kid n it reminds him of her)

- Both H and P are people watchers , Hobie keeps it a bit more internal while Pav creates whole life stories for random people

- Hobie has been trying to get better at drinking less but it’s something that he turns too whenever he messes up or stresses out . He also smokes on the reg but does not do it around Pav bc the smell makes him gag

- Sometimes some of Pav’s belongings will just disappear only for him to find them in Hobie’s place

- Hobie’s a lot better at handling kids than Pav is

- Pavitr is way too nice for his own good n feels peoples emotions for them but it’s bc whenever he moved to his school on the scholarship he got extremely bullied and doesn’t want anyone to go through what he did

- Hobie keeps a picture of him and Captain Anarchy in one of his vest’s pockets

- Pav has always felt inferior to the other spider people but Hobie would be the one to really drill into his head the beauty in difference

- Hobie acedently broke one of Pav’s tea cups so the next day he came back with a whole box of tea cups (they were stolen) to apologize (this was very early on, like when they didn’t know each other that much)

- Hobie has a tea cup for himself in Pav’s house which he’s taken the liberty of painting all over it

- Both are extremely loud people vocally, but Pav’s motions are always quieter than Hobie’s

- Pavitr is very laid back comes to his studies becuase it comes very natural too him but gets mad whenever Hobie tells him to stop doing his homework

- When they get stressed out, both Pavitr and Hobie need space but Hobie will just disappear while Pav will at least let everyone who needs to know know

- Maya Auntie thinks Hobie is a bad influence but doesn’t tell Pavitr to stop hanging out with him becuase he had a hard time making friends and it warms her heart to see her nephew happy

- The last thing Pav needs is caffeine ; he’s naturally hyper yet insists he needs caffeine on the daily

- Pavitr thinks extremely loudly : he announces where he’s going even if it’s just to the bathroom/room to grab something and actively talks to himself

- Hobie isn’t that self conscious of his living situation and if very explicit with the fact that he does live in the homeless shelter but he will never actively invite people over to his dimension

- Hobie and Gayatri are absolute besties: they bonded over both being models and noticing some of the stupid shit Pav does . They have matching anklets

- Hobie makes woven bracelets out of pure boredom when he has the materials and Pav has a lot of them pinned up to the cork board in his room (he doesn’t like the feeling of the multiple bracelets on)

- Hobie does not have any social media, let alone a phone (actually, he has a flip phone but yk what i mean), so majority of the time whenever Pav talks about stuff trending he doesn’t really understand what he’s saying but casually goes with the flow

- Pavitr once crashed in Hobie’s dimension unannounced for a little bit to see what tiktok was like and got bored within minutes

- Hobie’s spider sense is much less sensitive than Pavitr’s

- Pavitr wasn’t really a music listener before he met Hobie, like sure he listened to random music casually but it wasn’t until Hobie introduced him to a couple of his favorite bands where Pavitr actually started forming a live for music, resulting in him putting up a lot of band posters in his room to show his support

- Hobie isn’t too keen on other people defending him in his own fights, but he will never tell someone to stop because he knows it comes from a good place

- Hobie tears up when he gets frustrated but never cries as much as he should

- Pavitr is very competitive, and while Hobie doesn’t reciprocate the same competitiveness, both will be at each others throat in a game of chess

- Pavitr is a little bitch sometimes and Hobie straight out calls him a bitch to his face bc it genuinely pisses him off

- Hobie was piercing Pav’s ears one night and Maya Auntie caught them in the act so they stopped so now Pavitr has just his left ear pierced

#goldenpunk #chaipunk #my politically correct headcanons #that was a joke #these were written a week ago i just remembered i had them #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #atsv #RAHHHHGHHGGGGG

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nevieatiny · 5 months

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Chasing Shadows in Water

Part 2

Ex!Mingi x Reader/ Reader x San

Summary: You had the hottest boyfriend in campus, handsome, captain of the swimming team, tall, but when he takes you for granted you decide to take a break from relationships, winter break helps to recover and focus on yourself again, but what happens when a new student shows up as a christmas miracle, you swore not to get distracted by a boy gain, but maybe life is giving you a new chance and things do happen for a reason.

Word count: 2,337

Genre: Angst / fluff

Masterlist

Being the bullied kid growing up was not easy for Mingi, he hardly had any friends, yes some kids would stick around with him after school, but no one would defend him when someone made fun of his weight or his height, that's when he started to see himself as a monster who would never be loved, because how could someone love him like that?

And being from a small town was not helping him either, no matter how good he was at school, or video games or even basketball, he was never good enough, that was till life gave him a second chance and his dad had to move due to work right after middle school, at first it felt like his world was crumbling , what if no one wanted to be his friend? would kids from the city be even more mean to him?

His mom made sure to let him know each and every time that anyone would be lucky to be his friend, and Mingi got his hopes up, getting excited to start all over in a new place, he packed everything on his bedroom, as quick as posible, getting scolded multiple times by his mom on how messy he was while doing it, he even took that bear that was supposed to be donated to charity, his mom knew about it but she just let it pass, she knew her son was just a kid who liked stuffed animals even if he denied it.

Thats how he said his goodbyes to the rest of his family and left to the big city, the new house was big for just 3 people, but he was happy to have a big back yard, he asked his parents to have a pet, but they said that it was a big responsibility and he would barely have time once school begins, maybe that's why he liked your place, it was cozy, big enough for 2 people, and your cat would always lie down on his lap and let him pat his little head.

Mingi decided that this would be a new beginning, and for that he will have to make an effort and change himself, his aunt told him that swimming could help him to get a scholarship later on, so during the summer he took action and asked his mom to join the swimming team nearby, it was kinda expensive but his mom saw how excited and motivated he was, so she couldn't say no.

And that's how it started for Mingi, he started to lose weight and he discover a whole new world when people started praising him for how good he was for the team, during his fist year of highschool he made one good friend, even if he looked diffrent now he was still a really insecure kid, so when a someone asked him to sit with him during lunch he was thrilled, Yunho would never admit it but he knew that it was because he felt bad for him, watching Mingi eat all by himself, but he's glad he did it anyways.

Yunho was friends with everyone, but he never left mingi's side, he even followed Yunho to college and got a scholarship thanks to the swimming team, everything was going great for him, they even shared a room in campus, at some point his mom thought that he was actually in love with Yunho, she never saw her son with a girl before, that was till he meet you.

Mingi was always there for Yunho when he had a dance performance with the school team and when Yunho started to talk about this new friend he made and how they would get along just fine, Mingi actually started to feel a bit jealous, so after the last performance of the semester he was surprised to see a girl standing beside his best friend "Mings come here, this is Y/n, the friend i've telling you about" as soon as you smiled at him he was gone, and how could he not, and when you made a joke about Yunho finally getting a friend who takes the same amount of time for oxygen to reach his head as him he couldn't stop laughing, you were bold and he liked that.

That's when he decided that he wanted to be good enough to be with someone like you, he put more effort on his looks, he carried himself in a different more confident way whenever he was with you, and Yunho started to notice in no time, he was happy actually to finally see his best friend having a romantic interest in someone for the first time since they meet, but he knew Mingi, he knew that he always had a hard time expressing his feelings and sometimes he lacked empathy and common sense, but what could he do when you also showed interest in him, who was he to tell his friend who they could and couldn't be with.

He still remembers that first time you both hang up without Yunho, it was when you asked him to help you pick a few christmas gifts from the mall, when you met he swore that's how high school girls felt in dramas, of course he tried to play it cool, sadly his little act didn't last long because he felt way to comfortable around you.

Picking clothes was definitely his favorite part, even though you always said you hated picking clothes because it was tedious and boring, but when he put an outfit together for you and asked you to have a little fashion show for him you couldn't say no, even after the fifth outfit, you ended up buying a few of the pieces he picked for you and a jacket that he kept eyeing from now and then without him noticing, after coming up with a (lame) excuse of how cold it was he finally gathered enough courage to hold your hand for a few minutes.

"i guess we can call this a date right?" you asked once you sat down at a Starbucks to take a break form shopping, poor man almost choked with his coffe right there, after offering him a sip from your tea and made sure he was fine you couldn't help but laugh " do you plan to kill me or what? is that your christmas wish?" even if he was trying to look mad he couldn't help but smile when he saw you laughing still "i'm sorry bad timing, but don't avoid my question Song Mingi" "First you ask me about this being a date and now you're threatening me with my full name" you took a piece of his chocolate cake and shrug your shoulders "you say that but you're blushing at the same time, make it made sense" before he had a chance to say something else you cut him off "let's take a picture for Yunho " you grabbed his hand, asking him to make a half heart shape in front of your drinks, changing to a thumbs up at the last moment before taking the picture "you're so annoying i swear" you ignored him, sending the picture to Yunho "he already has good grades, what is he even studying do hard for?" after sending the picture you left your phone at the table, taking another bite from his cake, he didn't complain and just pushed his plate gently towards you " well i'm glad he is, i like spending time with you anyways" truth to be told he begged Yunho to stay at the dorm in case you asked him to tag along, to which he laughed and didn't put too much resistance, he didn't had the heart to do it after seeing his friend taking everything out of his closet to find something appropriate to wear "i also like spending time with you, but it feels weird, i think he just tried to come up with an excuse" He was trying so hard to play it cool, so he just grabbed your drink to take a sip again "would it be so bad?, like just you and me sometimes?" you had to look up, meeting his gaze for a few seconds before he looked away "i guess not, we can't bring him along to our dates all the time anyways" "i didn't say this was a date" you took the last bite before pushing the plate towards him again "but i want it to be, so I say this is a date" "Yes, but it's not a proper date y/n" this time he sounded mad, not actually mad but his tone was more serious, cold "a proper date would be me asking you on a date, and going to a nice place, not just casually running some errands" "but i like running errands with you" that comment made his heart hurt a little, maybe he was creating a misunderstanding and you saw his expression soften, you knew Song Mingi and how sometimes he needed to be aware of his tone, even if he was not trying to be mean on purpose "that's not what i meant, i also like to run errands with you or just doing stuff together, or not doing anything at all, but you deserve a proper first date" you rolled your eyes for a second, brushing it off and taking your stuff "where are you going?" "what do you mean "you"? we still need to buy a few gifts"

It was always hard to say goodbye to you, even if you were gonna see each other the next day, he even asked you to visit a few stores as an excuse to spend more time with you, but it was getting late and he knew he had to let you go at some point, so right after saying goodbye yo left a paper bag on his hands "you better use it Song Mingi" and before he could argue you left, leaving him with the jacket he saw on the store.

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It became a habit for him to go to your's and Yunho's performances or for both of you to go to his competitions and grab dinner right after, so when yunho had a family emergency and couldn't go to Mingi's competition you decided to take action, you really liked Mingi, but you also knew he was never gonna take the fist step, deep down you knew it was because of his insecurities even though you made sure to make him feel assured and loved everytime he was with you, so when you showed up with a flower bouquet he felt like crying, that was the first time he ever received flowers "I'm going to be really direct with you, i like you Mingi and i love spending time with you, i don't want to pressure you, i just though i had to tell you how i feel before it was too late, so if y-" and before you knew he was kissing you outside of the indoor pool, so hard that you swore you were about to run out of air " i guess that's a yes" you said after he let you go, his grip still on you waist "yes, i guess you could say that " he smiled before kissing you again, for so long he imagined what would it be like and now that he was experiencing it felt like he was having a dream.

Mingi was ready to put a ring on your finger after 2 weeks, he would pick you up after practice to go to your place, Yunho even said he should just move with you, since you practically lived together, and to be honest he could see this on his future, you and him sharing the same place doing your daily activities, he felt like the most confident man in the would, he managed to pull you up, and he made sure to let everyone know, he even told his mom about you on several occasions, saying that he might take someone home next christmas.

Maybe it was the excitement for a new relationship but he was not scared of skinship at all, hugging you when ever he saw you, grabbing your hand all the time and when the two of you were alone he would make sure to put all his weight on you at least for a few seconds, this man required a lot of attention and assurance, and you gave it to him all the time, expecting the same from him, that's when everything started to go downhill.

You always made sure to let Mingi know that it was ok to let you know that he had practice, and to not feel bad for not being with you all the time, but he took it way too literally, he stoped going to your dance performances, and Yunho assure you that you just needed to ask him to come more often, and you did, on several occasions, but the only thing he said everytime was "i'll try to make it next time" at some point you stopped asking, but you never missed a single competition.

he stopped showing to your dates, calling you an hour later saying that practice took longer than expected and that he was on his way, but after the seventh time you stoped waiting and just head home, you were always the one looking for new places or coming up with date ideas, or any type of plan to go out for a while and spending time with him.

He knew he took you for granted, he was aware of what he was doing, and even after Yunho told him to get his shit togehter before it was too late he did nothing, because how could you possibly break up with him, you were happy with him right?

But how's he going to explain to his mom that he will be going home alone this christmas too.

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Hi happy new year, thank you for the support so far :) i'm really excited for the next few parts, honestly i'm not sure of how many more will be, but i would like to know what do you think about it so far :))))))

see you next year <3

#ateez #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez imagine #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez x reader #mingi x reader #san x reader

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littlemissfiore · 2 years

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King of Freaks & The Class President. | Eddie Munson

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

summary: being class president and dating eddie munson proves to be much harder than expected. but one thing was for sure, whoever messes with eddie, messes with you.

content/warning: class president!reader, mentions of weed usage, bullying, mentions of fighting, cussing, pet names, mentions of bruises

You and Eddie together?

It was supposed to be a recipe for disaster. Who in their right mind decides to date Eddie Munson - willingly - while being class president?

Only you, of course.

Many thought you were making a big mistake. You had your whole life ahead of you. Good grades, a scholarship, you were the class president and everyone knew who you were. For you to mix yourself with someone like Eddie was seen as the worst thing you could've ever done.

Eddie thought the same as everyone. You had such a perfect life ahead of you, why waste it on someone like him? He was a repeated senior who sold drugs and constantly rambled about D&D, what good did he have to offer?

Even then, you still didn't seem to be bothered by that fact. Every time Eddie brought it up you would always shake your head and reassure him he was the best thing in your life.

"Listen, I'm living my best life out here," you said, giving him a big smile. "I'm class president and I have a handsome boyfriend who lets me get high for free." You threw him a wink, making Eddie laugh. You hopped on the bed right next to him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Look, don't worry about me. As long as nobody is picking on you, we are a-okay!"

You gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek before rambling about what movie to watch for the night. You didn't catch Eddie's smile faltering as he repeated what you said over and over in his head.

Right, as long as he wasn't getting picked on.

Eddie wasn't going to lie and say that being with you didn't offer him a lot of advantages. One of those perks was finally being left alone and not getting constantly picked by Jason and his crew.

Well, sorta.

Yeah they have stopped pestering him and making fun of him, but that was only in front of you. The only reason being was because Jason had to be in good terms with the class president. Now, Jason had resorted to bullying Eddie whenever you weren't around or after school when you were busy with after school activities.

You had always told Eddie if Jason ever bothered him, you wouldn't hesitate in defending him. While it was nice and all that you were ready to defend Eddie at any given moment, he didn't think you would go as far as to ruin your own future in doing so.

Eddie was a self proclaimed coward. Violence was not something he was equipped in facing unless he was backed into a corner. Interactions with Jason never went beyond just meaningless words thrown at each other.

There were those rare occasions Jason would try to physically beat up Eddie, but all that came to a full stop. Once you were assigned position as class president it was hands off Eddie, at least while you were around. Nobody wanted the class president being up their ass for picking on your boyfriend.

"You're lucky your girlfriend is class president," sneered Jason, as he passed by Eddie in the hallways.

Eddie was not dumb. Even if he had failed his senior year many times, Eddie knew when he was at an advantage. He could've easily made his way to you and tell you how Jason was on his ass again. Eddie did not have a problem asking for your help, what he did have a problem with was how reckless you could get.

"What!?" you exclaimed, fuming.

Eddie bit his nails nervously as he watched you become angrier by the second. He had forgotten all about keeping up his persona in front of the new Hellfire members, too afraid to say anything that would set you off even more.

"Baby-" tried Eddie.

"Don't 'baby' me, Eddie!" you yelled back at your boyfriend unintentionally. "Why didn't you tell me this was happening!?" You then turn to look at the new kids, Mike and Dustin. "And you guys! Why didn't you guys mention anything!"

Dustin gasped, offended at your accusation. "In our defense your boyfriend told us to be quiet-!" Dustin started but Eddie shot him a menacing look, indicating he shouldn't speak any further. You glared at Eddie as he gave you a toothy grin to try and calm the waters down.

"So you deliberately hid the fact you guys were getting picked on by the Basketball team!?" you asked, incredulously. You stared at the pages on your hand filled with mean names and notes directed at the boys who were part of the Hellfire club. "I am going to beat those sons of bit-!"

You started making your exit but Eddie held you back before you could do irreversible damage. This hadn't been the first time you reacted badly to news like these. Eddie knew you weren't lying when you meant you wanted to beat up Jason and his little group of friends.

You had been in physical altercations before with other people for picking on you. It was almost a wonder to Eddie how you even managed to get the position of class president. He could not take the risk though, regardless of whether you meant your threats or not. Eddie felt like he already ruined some part of your senior year simply for being with him. He would not let you throw away your scholarships and position just so that you could knock some sense into Jason.

"No, no, no, no, no, love," said Eddie, struggling to keep you in his grip. The Hellfire members watched as Eddie tried to keep his you at bay, surprised at the strength you possessed. You tried getting Eddie off you without harming him but to no avail. "You're staying here, you're not going anywhere."

"I told you guys if any of those idiots were picking on you to tell me!" you exclaimed, frustrated. "I'm part of this club too and it is my job as class president to defend you guys!"

Eddie felt his heart flutter seeing at how you took your position so seriously. No one deserved that spot more than you and you always proved it to him, but the way you were acting would not fly well with the school. With his face alone, Eddie signaled his friends to get away from the room. The Hellfire club quickly gathered their things before leaving the room. There, Eddie let you go of you as you unleashed your anger at the empty boxes that were on a corner.

For someone who always portrayed herself as friendly and outgoing, you were intimidating when you were angry. Eddie did not believe how feisty you could get when pushed to the absolute edge until he himself witnessed it one time. He still remembered how his legs shook, feeling both scared and proud.

'My girlfriend is a badass,' Eddie came to that conclusion that night.

You were now in his trailer, holding an ice pack on your shins to try and calm the swelling down. You had bruised your feet kicking the boxes as hard as you could, trying to get rid of your anger. You felt ashamed at how you reacted in front of the young freshman but all you could see was red at the time.

You refused to look at Eddie as he sat right beside you, watching you hiss in pain as you soothed your bruises. You felt like you had failed your boyfriend. You swore up and down to Eddie that no harm would come to him as long as you were around. All of the teasing and abuse Eddie would endure would all come down to a stop.

Jason and his popular clique had to begrudgingly comply if they ever wanted extra funds for their sporting events. Instead, they figured out a loophole, as long as you weren't around they could make fun of Eddie.

"Why didn't you tell me..." you muttered, sadly. Eddie sighed, fidgeting with his rings as he tried coming up with the proper words.

"I did - well - I tried..." started Eddie, avoiding your stare. "But... I didn't want you to ruin the good things you have in life right now, sweetheart."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"Well, for starters, I know you've been getting flack from your friends ever since you started dating me," Eddie laughed softly but you had the opposite reaction, staring at him intensely. "What I mean is, you have all of these things! You have a future! A scholarship to whichever college you want to go to."

Eddie sighed. "I don't know why - or how I even managed to land such an amazing hot girlfriend like you." You suddenly felt shy at the sudden compliments. "I'm the freak. The lowlife who doesn't deserve you and is only good for bringing you down."

You tried to retaliate but Eddie shushed you, it was his time to open up to you. "Point is, you could've gone with anyone that wasn't me. You could've gone for someone like Jason, for christ's sake."

"I don't like Jason," you responded. Eddie smiled, leaning forward to give you a kiss.

"I just didn't want you freaking out and acting irrationally like you did earlier," said Eddie, scooting forward next to you. "You worked so hard just to be class president and for that scholarship. You can't let those pricks get to you. Although, I would've love to see you beat Jason."

You chuckle as you light shake your head. "But what about the kids? I promised Mike and Dustin of they ever got picked on, I would deal with it," you said, staring up at Eddie with innocent eyes. Eddie felt his heart flutter, you were always worried about others besides yourself.

"We'll be able to deal with it just fine, love" reassured Eddie, resting your head on his chest. "I was handling shit like this way before you came into the picture. And those boys, by next year they won't have to ever see Jason again. Just promise me you won't do anything reckless."

You sighed. "Okay..." you gave in. Eddie was relief that you finally decided to drop the conversation. He didn't want the rest of his weekend to be about that idiot Jason.

In reality, you were not over the situation quite yet. Words could not describe how angry you were and how little you could do to help Eddie and the Hellfire club. You had tried talking to your teachers and the principals about Jason's behavior but all they could do was shrug their shoulders and say 'they're just having light hearted fun'. Light hearted fun your ass, you were ready to confront Jason now.

But Eddie was right. You couldn't act the way you wanted to, you had big responsibilities now with equally serious consequences if you ever fought someone from the Basketball team. Especially Jason. It didn't make you feel any happier knowing you both had a project to present Monday.

Wait-

That's right! The english project you two had worked on.

"What movie do you wanna watch tonight, sweetheart," asked Eddie, smiling at you.

"Wait a second, Eddie," you said, getting up from his bed and going straight to your backpack. You rummaged through your stuff, hoping that the paper both you and Jason had worked on was inside your bag. "I hope I didn't leave it at home..."

"Leave what at home?" asked Eddie.

"This!" You exclaimed, holding the sheets of paper proudly. Eddie rolled his eyes, annoyed that you were still thinking about Jason.

"Seriously? You're thinking about that stupid english pro-" Eddie stopped his babbling, watching as you ripped your papers into tiny little pieces. "What are you doing?!"

"Ripping the project I had with Jason," you said, shrugging it off. You picked up the pieces of paper that were on the floor. "He's going to get an F now as revenge."

"But so are you!"

You once again shrugged it off. "Oh well. I do great in that class, anyways. I don't know about Carver though."

Eddie stared at you in amazement. You always went above and beyond to show him how much you cared for him. You joined his Hellfire club despite your friends telling you to do the opposite. You went out of your way to go and watch him and his band practice, aside from your busy schedule. Plus, you went out of your way to try and help him with his grade so he could graduate on time.

Not many would go that far for their boyfriend. You truly were a blessing in disguise.

"You down to watch The Evil Dead?" asked Eddie, holding a copy of the movie.

#reader insert #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #jason carver

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theangrycomet-art · 9 months

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Loonatics Unleashed: the Vester Clan

The Vester's have been serving their planet loyally for centuries, especially if that means throwing a coup. Blanc's wellbeing is far more important than some bratty bird's extended lifespan.

Sylth is a strong example of this, staying and defending Blanc despite the royal family's mistreatment and abuse on his person.

He will not, however, tolerate such abuse towards his family.

Thus, he was quick to send his little sister and only son off where it was (supposedly) safe.

How was he supposed to know that a Frelengisian conflict would end up screwing over a planet in a completely different system?

Lore below the cute

Sylth Jr.

he/they

Sylth Sr's pride and joy, he is a kind, if a touch cowardly fellow

inherited his father's lisp

on the Basherball Team and very skilled (he's hoping to get a sports scholarship to Acme Tech eventually)

wants to be an aerospace engineer or a professional basherball player- depending on how the cards play out

custom built their own basherbike

despite his timid nature he can talk your ear off about his passion projects

he's the kid that's friends with everyone but besties with no one

at least IRL

he's got two online friends that he's very close with (they send design ideas to each other, rant about their day, play video games, etc)

living with his aunt

he misses his dad and wishes the stupid yellow bird would just keel over and die so he can come home

they have a fishing trip planned

right leg was mutilated on Blanc when he was attending the young Royal Tweetums (he was about 10 years old)

it was later amputated, due to medical complications from delayed treatment and the wound being further aggravated during the healing process

he has a prosthesis and crutches, but tends to vary up what he uses based on comfort level

Pol Vester

She/her

camerawoman (cameracat?)/reported

loves her job even if she doesn't like the people

despite her skill she keeps having to change companies

worked on several movies, but was eventually fired due to the director "suddenly developing a cat allergy"

used to work for Misty Breeze but quit due to poor working conditions

worked briefly for an incredibly shady fight ring where the owner got FAR to close for comfort so she bailed

currently working for another news anchor and hoping to eventually be able to get a position as an onsite reporter

friends with Paula Hayes (Weathervane- tried visiting her in prison but they wouldn't let her through bc she didn't have clearance)

isn't nearly as attatched to Blanc as her brother is (especially given that almost every member of their family has perished due to the carelessness of it's current rulers)

Acmetropolis, despite its numerous problems, is her home now

#Loonatics Unleashed #Loonatics Unleashed OC #expanding family trees #Fan Relatives #OC Lore #Sylth Vester #Pol Vester #Sylth Jr #Polaris Vester #My OCs #TheAngryComet ART #headcannons #alright imma be honest #Sylvester is one of my favorite Looney Tunes characters #so i have opinions on his poor little meow meow of a descendant #Pol and Jax are dating #Loonatics OC

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jupitersrising · 1 year

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JWCC Majors

What I think the Jwcc characters majors would be in celebration for me being accepted into college!

Okay starting off easy,

Darius:

He would go into paleontology with a minor in public speaking.

Paleontology is obvious and I can imagine if dinosaurs had been roaming around for so long at this point expensive colleges would have more live dinosaur-study based classes. So if those were to exist he'd definitely take them and constantly correct the professor.

Public speaking because he was already very vocal about the treatment of dinosaurs but he wanted other people to take him seriously when he spoke.

Brooklynn:

Out of all the characters in the epilogue we actually see her working as like a spy. So I think she'd definitely be riding that high from being famous when she was younger to get into a lot of high profile parties and such...thats besides the point.

She be a computer science major with a minor in political studies.

I can also see her eventually becoming a lawyer and Darius and Brooklynn becoming like the ultimate power couple when it comes to defending dinosaurs for abuse/ illegal trade.

Yaz:

She would go to college on a track scholarship 100%. But she can't major in track. Originally she thought she'd major in sports management because its what most athletes do.

BUT Sammy convinces her to pursue her passion with art and she becomes an enigma at her college for hanging out with the art kids and the sports kids. Majoring in art classes but spending all her free time on the field.

No one can figure out how she made so many friends. Nor how they all came together.

Sammy:

I can't see Sammy wanting to go to college at first. She'd worried about her family's finances and being away from the farm again. But one video chat from her friends convinces her that she has to start living her life too.

She starts her freshman year intending to major in agriculture as it would make perfect sense to continue the family business.

In the spring semester (her schedule changed) she accidentally sits in on a biology lecture and absolutely falls in love with it.

It reminds her a lot of the papers she used to send to Manta Corp when she was a spy. The combination of so much background knowledge shocks a lot of people. They ask where she grew up and she shrugs and tells them about the farm in Texas.

Shocking literally everyone without realizing it.

She graduates with a bioengineering phd

Ben:

He was the last one to graduate, finding it hard to get back to a regular life after the island.

First, he goes abroad for a while, nearly cutting off contact from them all before being tracked down by May and dragged back to the lab.

He interns for her at her new dinosaur research facility and he realizes all the skills he learned from the island don't have to go to waste as he looks at the plants around.

He becomes fascinated by them, since they had to be brought back similarly to dinosaurs in order to feed them. May helps him pay for college on the mainland.

He majors in paleobotany and whatever other certifications he needs to become a dinosaur trainer

Kenji:

He knew that he would have to major in business since he was a kid. He was always supposed to take over his Dad's company. So it wasn't a surprise when he went into. He loathed it.

Through a combination of encouragement for his friends and (new) family he tries to discover things about himself in college. About his interests.

Unlike the others he never wants to work with dinosaurs again (can someone say trauma) so that's immediately off the table.

But being the rich guy he is, Kenji funds himself through college and takes a bunch of classes that peak his interest

He's really shitty at art but he always sends the finished products to Sammy as a gift (she has a self of deformed mugs and when anyone asks she shows them off like a proud mom over their kid's finger painting) he tries public speaking but he gets bored, its too much like business. He likes acting, but he knows it was never something he could pursue in his free time and drops it. He was about to give up when he enrolled in a psychology class.

(Maybe to figure out why his dad did what he did or why all his friends were messed up after the island.) For whatever reason he finds himself entranced by it.

He double majors in business and psychology

This was entirely self indulgent but it was fun!

#camp cretaceous #jwcc #ben pincus #darius bowman #brooklynn jwcc #kenji kon #sammy gutierrez #yasammy #college majors #headcannons #yasmina fadoula #these poor kids healing and becoming functional adults

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yoyeolears · 7 months

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it's okay not to be lonely//chapter 1

zhang hao x sung hanbin

genre: angst & fluff

warnings: death, cursing, a bit suggestive

masterlist: summary | 1 | 2 | 3 pt. 1 | 3 pt. 2| 4 | 5 | 6 (final)

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chapter 1: you comforted me when i had no one

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1st of January 2024

Hao had been certain that he would be alone forever after his parents’ sudden and tragic passing.

In fact, his theory had initially proven to be right. Three years into his university life no one had really approached him. Maybe it was because he was a foreigner, or maybe because he never made himself available or was even open to making any potential new acquaintances.

He believed it was better this way. Being alone was better than getting attached to people only to lose them.

That’s what he had thought until he met Sung Hanbin.

Well, not exactly the second he met him. His thoughts then couldn’t have been more contrasting.

Three months earlier

Hao was never late. He couldn’t afford to be late. This scholarship was the only thing that certified his financial capability to continue his studies abroad.

He had never been late. Except for today. He blamed it on his neighbours, who loved to pick up a fight with each other at 3 am in the morning. Hao was not a violent person, but last night all kinds of thoughts crossed his head as he laid in his bed trying to finally get some rest.

The rest he never ended up getting, which has now led to his ultimate demise.

If only he was a good runner. If the lack of sleep didn’t kill him, it would be these stairs.

Hao let out a big puff of breath upon reaching the top of the stairwell. He took a look at the familiar double doors in front of him. He had never thought too much of them until this very moment. Now, these doors looked as if the entrance to hell had been relocated and had been re-established as his lecture hall. He was sure he wasn’t going to hear the end of it by Professor Park.

His shaky hands reached the door handle before giving it a push.

Taking a step into the auditorium when class had already started could easily compare to that one time his mum had hired a clown for his 8th birthday party. Poor Hao was so terrified when the clown reached to give him the balloon with that big red smile of his that he wet himself in front of all the other kids and their parents. One word. Mortifying. And yes, he is still terrified of clowns. Although he supposes he would pick them any day if it meant having his mum back.

“Mr. Zhang, nice of you to grace us with your presence at last.”

Hao’s ears turned bright pink, “I sincerely apologize Mr. Park. I barely had any sleep last night and I slept through my alarm. It won’t be happen again.”

The professor raised his eyebrows, “It better have been studying keeping you up and not some girl or party. I wouldn’t expect such thing from our top student after all.”

“As if any girl would go near him.”, the guy sitting in the front seats mumbled to his seatmate.

“Or guy.”, the latter replied, both silently laughing at the ‘humorous’ joke they’d made.

Hao felt humiliated. Not only was he being scolded for being late, but his own professor was also making unfair assumptions about his late-night activities. Sure, the way he worded it might have sounded off, but he never thought any of the academic staff would think of him that way. Even so, what if he did have someone over? It wasn’t realistic considering he didn’t even know a single person in any of his classes, but would it have been so wrong if he chose to? He was twenty-one after all.

Though, he supposed that guy was right. It’s not like any girl or guy would want him at the end of the day. Who would someone who ignores any advances in favor of protecting himself from inevitable loss?

“Actually, it was because my-“, he tried to defend himself.

Professor Park cut him off, “I don’t care about your after bed-time activities Zhang Hao. Kindly take a seat and this shall not be repeated. Don’t forget you are here on a scholarship.”

Hao bowed his head, “Yes sir.”

He didn’t need anyone. Being alone was better. But for this one moment he really wished someone was there for him. To give him a hug and tell him it’s alright. That his mistake was not significant and that he could still do this. To give him strength. But Hao had no one. He'd eliminated any chances of that happening.

Randomly picking a seat, Hao sat down in his chair for the day. He couldn’t be picky anyway. He was pretty sure his usual seat at the back had already been taken.

“That was quite harsh of him. This is like your first time ever being late.”, a soft male voice whispered next to him.

Hao’s hands paused while setting his notebook on the desk. Was someone talking to him?

“Huh?”, he turned around looking at the not-so-much of a stranger, which turned out be Sung Hanbin.

Hanbin repeated, “I said that was quite harsh of him. You didn’t deserve this. You’ve never been late anyway. Plus, who cares if you had a girl over? Isn’t that normal?”

Was Hao being comforted by the University's proclaimed sweetheart?

“What do you know?”

His eyes widened, “Nothing. I am not trying to make assumptions. I just noticed how defeated you looked. It wasn’t your fault.”

Hao felt bad. These were the exact words he had wanted to hear, yet the first thing that rolled out of his mouth was an unjustified insult.

“Thanks, I guess.”

His social skills were terrible. If Hanbin didn’t think he was already a freak, he probably believed it by now.

What happened next completely shocked him.

He smiled at him.

“No problem! Always happy to defend anyone who has been subjected to the unfair wrath of old cranky men. You are Hao, right?”

Hao dumbly nodded his head.

A hand reached out to shake his, “I am Hanbin. Sung Hanbin”.

He simply looked at Hanbin's hand almost bewildered. He hadn’t had any type of normal human contact in years. Let alone physical. He didn’t really know how to act. The gears in his head were turning and he could tell Hanbin was slowly coming to the realization that Hao was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Hanbin retracted his hand, giving him another smile, “It’s okay. Handshakes are not for everyone.”

Hao, not knowing how to properly respond, gave him an incredibly awkward smile before turning back to look at the board.

It’s not like he would talk to Hanbin again. He would just store this event in his ‘moments-to-forget’ box.

He couldn’t have possibly known how wrong he was.

15th of September 2023

Hao slumped in his seat at the cafeteria. After his humiliating public appearance at Professor Park’s class, he had made it his life mission to never be late again. Even if that meant setting dozens of alarms and going to class on no sleep.

He couldn’t possibly fathom how two people could fight so much. Surely if they were this unhappy, they should go their own separate ways. It didn’t seem like they could or wanted to find an alternative solution either, so what was the point? Unless they were doing this on purpose so Hao’s murderous instincts – poor boy wasn’t even aware his mind was capable of such despicable thoughts – could awaken, unleashing a whole new side of him. One that would land him in jail for murder most likely. Then, him being a lone freak would definitely become a reality. If that’s what they were trying to achieve, they were doing a pretty good job at it.

Hao groaned before taking a nibble from his apple. He grimaced at the sour taste of it. This might have been the most distasteful apple he has ever eaten. Despite this, he took another bite. It wasn’t like he could actually afford proper food at the cafeteria anyway. Damn you inflation!

“Hao, hey!”, a familiar male voice exclaimed.

Hao furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Who in the world was talking to him and why?

He turned his head to look at the source of the noise, when he saw Hanbin waving at him excitedly. Next to him, Hanbin's friends were looking at him entirely clueless. What was he doing talking to someone like Hao?

He recognized all three of them.

On his left, Kim Jiwoong, a senior in the Performance department of the University, known for his cool and laid-back personality. On his right was Seok Matthew. He had been Hanbin’s best friend since kindergarten and he himself was quite well known amongst school peers due to his reputation on the football team. Lastly, across the table sat Sua. He didn’t know much about her, but guessing from the way she kept on affectionately slapping Matthew’s shoulder while giving heart eyes, she might have been his girlfriend. That or she had the fattest crush on him and the boy next to her was completely oblivious. They were all considered to belong in the popular crowd, which Hao thought was a bit silly since they were in University for God's sake. How do you even get so popular in University, where thousands of kids walk around and go about their everyday routine of endlessly boring lectures and uncountable hours of stress-induced cramming in the library? He supposed some people could gain some form of popularity from joining certain societies or clubs, but Hanbin and his friends were practically acquainted with more than half of the University to some extent. Even if someone had never talked to any of them, they had definitely heard of them. If they had talked to them, they were most likely acquainted with them in some form.

Hao didn’t talk to people, but people talked about other people and since he didn’t really have any friends, this was the closest he could get to human interactions. Hearing all the gossip. It was a bit pathetic if you asked him, but it gave him enough social satisfaction.

He looked at Hanbin, eyebrows still raised in confusion. He lifted his hand, pointing to himself as if to ask if he was talking to him.

Hanbin laughed, before pointing at him in confirmation. Right, there were probably not many people with the name Hao in the school anyway. How stupid of him.

He felt his face go red at the embarrassing moment. He shyly waved back and then turned back around to face his table. He assumed Hanbin had already left to get back to his friends after this awkward greeting. Why would he even bother starting a conversation with him after all?

“I can’t believe you just turned your back to me. I am deeply hurt.”

Hao almost fell off his seat. What was Hanbin doing?

“Huh?”

Hanbin laughed, “You seem to love that response”.

Hao objected, “You scared me. It was to be expected.”

“Apologies. Sometimes, I forget creeping up on people will emit fewer positive or unpredictable responses. Won’t happen again.”

Hao just stared at him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Did he try and make conversation? Or just wait for him to finish his part so he could leave him alone with his now brownish apple?

Hanbin looked at the apple in his hands, “Is that all you are having after five hours of classes?”

“I am not hungry.”, he weakly protested.

“Fair enough.”, he admitted.

He didn’t expect that. But then again, he didn’t really expect anything from Hanbin. He had thought he would persist, trying to get something out of him, to make him feel less.

“I am not hungry either.”, Hanbin noted, “But I hate to let food go to waste, so do you mind if I give you my extra sandwich? I am going out for BBQ later, so I won’t be eating it.”

Hao was beyond perplexed. What was going on?

He bit his lip, “Erm, okay.”

It’s not like he could say no. It would have been extremely rude of him to. He could do with a sandwich as well.

“Great, here!”, Hanbin reached out to hand him over his sandwich, before alarmingly retracting.

Hao’s eyes widened. He thought he was making Hao uncomfortable again. He watched as Hanbin awkwardly laughed to himself, placing the sandwich in front him on the table.

Hannbin regained some of his confidence, “See you soon, Hao. Enjoy the sandwich for me.”

He weakly waved his hand, in an almost lazy manner.

“Bye.”, he almost whispered as Hanbin ran off back to his friends.

What the hell?

30th of September 2023

Hao thought that after the cafeteria interaction, Hanbin would go back to his life and leave Hao to attend to his own. He was incredibly wrong.

In fact, Hanbin wouldn’t leave him alone. All of a sudden he was everywhere. For the first few days, he would come and sit next to him in Professor’s Park class, using the excuse that sitting next to the top student was a good influence. Following that, he started paying Hao more visits during lunch. Hanbin would always wave at him and leave him his extra sandwich, making use of his initial explanation; he wasn't hungry, and he had plans to eat out anyway. Now, Hao was aware that university students ate out a lot, but he wasn’t that naive. He knew Hanbin was doing this because he himself never had that kind of food. He didn’t know whether Hanbin was doing it out of pity or if there was another reason, but he appreciated how he never directly touched on the subject. He was being cautious.

And then, he started seeing him around the convenience store he worked at. And no, he knew Hanbin hadn’t been there before their first interaction a fortnight ago. After all, he wasn’t blind. Hanbin was incredibly good-looking, which made him hard to miss.

“Hey Hao!”, he greeted Hao at the register.

He took a brief look at Hanbin's items. Strawberry ice cream and lemonade. The usual. He was about to scan the first object when his eyes did a double take. There were two of each. Hanbin never bought two of each. Did he have company with him? Maybe Matthew was somewhere strolling around the story and Hao hadn't noticed him. Or was this perhaps some sort of post break-up therapy method? He didn’t even know if Hanbin had been seeing anyone.

Hanbin chuckled at his thoughtful expression, “Something caught your eye?”

“Erm, you just usually only buy one of each.”, he hesitantly pointed out.

Hanbin shyly smiled at him, hands playing with the string of his black Adidas track jacket.

“I actually wondered if you wanted to share with me. I know you go on break around this time.”

“How do you know?”

“You know… just by passing by.”, Hanbin bit at his lower lip anxiously.

Hao raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a creep. I genuinely pass by almost every day since it’s on my way home. That’s how I found out you work here anyway. Saw you through the window.”, he confessed, pointing at the window on his right.

That made sense.

“So, what do you say?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you want to share it with one of your friends or something?”, he asked.

Hanbin cocked his head back, “What do you mean? Aren’t you my friend?”

Hao’s heart clenched. Hanbin thought of him as a friend. He hadn’t felt this joyful yet devastated in a long time. He knew he was entering dangerous waters. Letting him in his life was not part of the plan. He would lose him somehow. He just knew it.

Still, his mouth spoke for him entirely different words.

“Sure. I can come out in two minutes. Just, erm, let me tell my manager.”

Hanbin beamed at him. He had a beautiful smile.

Hao smiled back at him albeit in an almost robotic manner, before turning to go to his manager’s office.

“Aren’t you going to scan my items first?”

He faltered before finally stopping and taking a step back. His ears were a deep red. He just couldn’t stop embarrassing himself in front of him.

“Right! How could I forget?”

Hanbin giggled. He thought that might have been the most melodious sound he had ever heard.

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Author's Note: Hello again everyone!! I am finally back with my second piece of work. I am so excited to share this with the world! As mentioned this one is a bit on the darker side, but I have tried to make it as lightheared as possible! Kindly read the warnings and proceed at your own risk! Stay safe people!! As of right now I think this will be roughly 3-4 chapters with each roughly 1,000 to 2,000 words. I still don't feel ready to share a bigger piece of work, so small baby steps for me!! Anyway, I hope whoever reads this sincerely enjoys it! Please leave your feedback!! It is really important to me as it encourages me to keep writing and improving! sending lots of love your way!

-Jina

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euphraisette · 1 year

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Modern les mis college au majors but I basically almost don’t care about canon:

Enjolras: law and polisci. Wants to go into politics but also holds the view that the modern political system is deeply broken and doesn’t want to contribute to it in it’s current state so maybe he’ll just be a public defender.

Grantaire: art. He doesn’t really care about it but he’s really, really fucking good at it and got into college on a full ride scholarship and his folks were really pressuring him to go to post secondary so he went. His professors are reaallllyyyy trying to get him to be more engaged because they think he could be great but he’s got his own stuff going on.

Combeferre: History with a minor in entomology. Moth combeferre has my heart till the day i die. He’s going to work a museum and really pushes for ecological preservation.

Courfeyrac: MUSICAL THEATRE COURF. He always gets the lead in all of the shows and is something of a local celebrity for his turn as link Larkin in hairspray. He’s getting a philosophy minor but has no plans to use it.

Jehan: classic lit + poetry, duh, but with a minor in botany or something. In another life they’d like to be a dancer and realistically they COULD do that now, but they decided to go with the safer option and wants to work in a library or maybe with combeferre at the museum after school.

Joly: again pretty obvious, he’s pre-med and his minor is history. He’s insanely passionate about making healthcare more accessible and might not go to med school proper and instead focus his efforts on the HR side of things (though he’d make a really good doctor).

Bossuet: elementary education or adolescent psychology!!! He really wants to work with/help kids, which is wonderful because kids naturally just love him, he’s funny and kind and easy to talk to and always keeps a little stash of candy and juice boxes on him when he works.

Feuilly: design. Maybe a minor in war history or religion. He’s pretty interested in knowing where he and his family came from but doesn’t really know how to utilize that career-wise, so he goes for design as his main thing because he’s pretty good at it. He’s only a part-time student and works construction.

Eponine: either psychology or criminology. Yeah i just think. Yeah. I’ve gone in depth about my ideas for how Eponine wants to use her life to be better than her parents and wants to understand why people are sometimes terrible and how to help their victims.

Marius: languages, mostly German, Latin, and English (and maybe Hebrew bc of my Jewish Marius hc). His minor is in music composition. He’s very much a romantic and loves the fine arts but he hasn’t unhitched his life from his grandfather’s ideals enough yet to dive into pursuing that full-time so he studies languages and might work as a translator.

Cosette: also law. She wanted to study it before she met enjolras but when they met he really encouraged her to pursue it and he’s a really big role model for her. Like him, she wants to be a public defender, because right before she went off to college valjean finally told her the full story of fantine and this really lit a fire under her and she wants to help people who the system has turned it’s back on. She’s minoring in theatre with courf.

Musichetta: chetta didn’t go to a traditional college, she went to cosmetology school and works at a salon and is the most sought-after stylist in town. Ideally she’d like to go back and get a bachelors in social justice or something but right now she’s happy where she is.

And Gavroche, well. He’s the best science student in his 6th grade class.

#les mis #les miserables headcanon #hcs #les amis #les miserables #cosette #marius pontmercy #les mis headcanons #enjolras #grantiare #joly #bossuet #combeferre #courfeyrac #jehan #feuilly #Eponine #Musichetta #Gavroche

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librarycards · 1 year

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hi!! could you explain what alterhuman is and what it means to you? it seemed really interesting

i think my brain is still very used to having to defend my humanity as a multiply disabled trans person so tearing away the concept of being human is very surprising/confusing maybe!

the folks at alt-h have a much more comprehensive description/set of operational definitions than me, but personally, i view alterhumanity as an umbrella term that encompasses many forms of non-/anti-/and dis-identification with the category of human. i've seen plural/multiple systems, otherkin, furry, and/or neoidentity users (such as voidpunks, whose reclamation of "void" functions as a reclamation of dehumanization/abjection by oppressive systems) identifying under the umbrella.

i've never felt human, and felt more proximate to an android or similar since i learned about them. i don't really feel "whole" or "complete" or "individual" in a way that aligns with both pre- and post-enlightenment mythologies of exceptionalized human personhood. never really felt inclined to id with being otherkin or similar, i'm not sure why. i don't think i really felt like i belonged to / in / with otherkin communities when i first encountered them. i also don't really feel... "other"? in the sense that my disconnection from my physical form and my orientation against the species i was assigned (as it were) only seemed tangentially connected. this is also true for the relationship between my (lack of) gender and my body.

now that i write that, i think that being genderless + being nonhuman -- that somewhat paradoxical identification w/ void that i come to understand these days as voidpunk -- are the most related parts of all of this.

as i engage more seriously with critical alterhuman scholarship, i am coming to find meaning in an explicit personal-political identification with the term, much as i do with the term queer. less because i immediately saw it and was like whoa, that's the essence of "me" (i don't believe in essences). more because i care about the political project of unseating "humanity" from its status of epistemic/material/spiritual supremacy, as it is bound up in white, cisheteropatriarchal, abled, sane supremacy, too. in short, "alterhuman" is a nice proxy (and, it seems, really vibrant and varied community!) for talking about my longtime disidentification w/ the human label, and my political orientation against it. (again, like queer!)

Some more ramblings on humanity, personhood, and oppression below the cut.

for me personally, again, i've never felt like a human being and as a result have never felt the declaration of "i am a human" to be meaningful, liberatory, or useful for me. i question the paradigm of "dehumanization" as out go-to metaphor for abjection, for the same reasons that i and others object to the phraseology of being treated "like a child" - okay, if you feel it is unjust to be treated as if one was under the age of legal majority, what does that say about how we, collectively, view kids?

likewise for statements re: being treated "like an animal" or "as subhuman." that these are our go-to shorthands for referring to violent oppression, i think, should lead us to think critically about the centrality of "humanness" in determining who and what is worthy of protection, of respect, of dignity.

ultimately, attempting to gain access to the category of human, for those who face dehumanization (that is, abjection), is as futile as any other bids for respectability and inclusion within violent systems. for us as trans disabled people, it can be really easy to cry out "i'm a human being!" in the face of eugenic systems, yet these systems are fundamentally incapable of granting humanity to those whose deaths uphold them. any tentative offer can be immediately withdrawn; any promise of permanent regard will inevitably further oppress those lower on this perverse social latter than we are.

so, the idea of "dehumanization" and reactive identification with "humanity" reinforces the idea that the human is always and already superior to the nonhuman (and more worthy of care and respect by mere virtue of the human label), that humanity is a fixed "thing" and not a capricious discourse that the oppressors manipulate to consolidate that power, and that there will somehow come a time where a privileged category, of any kind, will not by virtue of its existence do violence to those who do not fit.

so, what do we do? i'm very compelled by critical discourses of personhood, and particularly of crip works on de- and un-personhood. My first encounters with the difference between humanity and personhood were in conversations about ontology and abortion: namely, that an embryo or fetus can be, descriptively, a member of the species we call homo sapiens sapiens, and therefore "human" by any measure, and yet lack the legal status of "person" as in "rights-bearing subject", whereas the gestating parent *is* a person (despite, of course, the best efforts of anti-choicers).

to think about personhood denaturalizes the status of "human," and allows us to remember that material/epistemological parity is not merely a matter of "biological fact" or "innate species." species is itself a social construction. while humanity is generally, even by activists with great intentions, used as a proxy for personhood, i find the latter to work way better when it comes to advocating for autonomy + liberation. check out Mel Baggs's (z"l) post on Xing and Johanna Hedva's In Defense of De-Persons to see more of my intellectual genealogy here.

Sylvia Wynter is the preeminent scholar in understanding white supremacist cisheteropatriarchy in the invention & reification of "The Human." In her opus, "Unsettling the Coloniality of Being/Power/Truth/Freedom," she traces the ongoing history of the category of (hu)Man as metaphysical and biologized concept, and its antiblack design. Alexander G. Weheliye draws on Wynter's and others' theorizations on Blackness and humanity in his book, Habeas Viscus. Sunaura Taylor writes brilliantly on the entanglement of nonhuman animal liberation and disabled human liberation, as does multimedia scholar Olivia Dreisinger. Lots of other stuff out there but this is already too long.

Anyway, if you read this far, ty. no worries if not. but i hope that gave you some insight into my thoughts on alterhumanity, identifying against / without the "human," and the kinds of discourses i'm thinking with when i talk about the project of shared personhood rather than essentialized humanity / the pitfalls of "dehumanization" as our go-to language for depersonhood.

#ask #anonymous #disability #multispecies justice #alterhuman

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laureliciousdefinition · 7 months

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hai….i’m back….here to give more modern (plus some general) hcs!! :3

⭑i like to think of john and abi as highschool sweethearts :) But they were pretty on and off, so everyone was surprised when they made it to senior prom (john wore those tuxedo t-shirts)and eventually graduation! they got pregnant with jack a few months after graduating

⭑when it’s time for spring cleaning, DUTCH IS THE LOUDEST MF IN THE HOUSE. he’s blasting the 70s music, waking up everyone in the house very loudly announcing that it’s spring cleaning day…poor hosea, john, and arthur

⭑i like to think charles makes these super pretty bracelets and sells them online :3 some of the gang members got some! they’re very meticulously crafted and he takes pride in his art!

⭑Karen is def a crazy cat lady. She has FOUR OF THEM!!! She’d give three of the cats really pretty names but let Sean name her most recent one…in which he named the poor cat “napkin” 💀

⭑Dutch and Hosea have an unreal amount of hawaiian pattern shirts..it’s crazy. hosea wears them in the spring and summer but dutch wears them year round

⭑For some reason, it’s tradition on Arthur’s birthday to go to Texas Roadhouse (I know he’d FUCK UP that bread they give as appetizers). He usually has his family, an s/o, and a couple friends there :)

⭑Speaking of fucking up rolls…I think Artie in general would just have a guilty soft spot to sweets. His s/o would come back with those rolls or just any pastry or candy and arthur will feel so special and spoiled! He’ll also do the same thing for them in return :) (Or just any kinda fave food they like)

⭑Lenny was a SUPER smart kid in school. I like to think in the modern au he just graduated outta highschool, but he got all of these scholarships and awards for being such a smart kid. He’d def major in some sort of writing or literacy thing in college

⭑Sadie can and will destroy anyone at those bull riding things at restaurants. she’s got a plaque of her name on it at a restaurant she won at!

⭑This is more of a general one, but seeing Arthur and John compared to eachother is so funny…Arthur is like this big bear while John is skinny and dorito shaped

⭑It’s also funny seeing the heights of the vandermatthews (name still in progress) family. From shortest to tallest it goes Dutch (5’8”…short dutch all the way), Hosea (5’10”), John (5’11”), and Arthur (6’2”)

⭑One time John borrowed Dutch’s laptop and clicked on a weird website, giving the laptop a virus. John was grounded for a few days and Arthur didn’t stop teasing him about it

OKAY!!! that’s all i have rn ^^ i think i might be saying too many hcs but i love making them…they’re too fun!! (sorry for showing my arthur favoritism again sighhhh 😭😭)

So sorry it took me several days to get to this, real life has had me busy 😔 but I’m here now and EEEEEEEE so fun and silly!!!!

-I’ve also always seen John and Abi as a high school sweethearts type of thing, I think they broke up and got back together so many times in that immature high school way until like senior year when they just stayed together

-Dutch is that one vine where the guy was dancing to Morning Train by Sheena Easton

-crying real tears rn imagining Charles crafting stuff for his pals🥹🥹🥹🥹 I could see him eventually getting into bigger crafts too

-Listen I’m gonna defend Sean bc I just KNOW that napkin the cat fits her namesake so well. It’s one of those skrunkly white kittens

-Arthur having a sweet tooth is canon in my heart sorry ladies, I think he’d enjoy baking goodies for his friends/partners bc he’s suchhhhh an acts of service/gift giver love language kinda guy

-I think Lenny was just one of those kids in high school that everyone loved. He was nice to everyone and genuinely really smart, sorry haters but he definitely got voted prom king or something. As he should!!!!!!

-Sadie drives a cool truck but not in a douchebag way, like that woman is hauling shit AROUND!!!!!!!!

These are all so fun and so silly! It’s been a rough week so I genuinely enjoyed getting to read these :) yall please never hesitate to blow up my inbox with thoughts like these!!

#rdr2 modern au #thank u anon #if anyone is reading this I am still working on some little one shot type things for this universe #I’ve just been BUSY and fist fighting my seasonal depression- don’t worry I’m winning and won’t let that bitch get the best of me #arthur morgan headcanons #arthur morgan

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oneshots-heaven · 2 years

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Dustin's Friend — Eddie Munson

While you were off to college, your little brother made a new friend at school, or rather, befriended an old face that you'd almost forgotten about and suddenly, you want to undo the past.

Warning: fluff with a mixture of sweet spice Word count: 7.5k Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Hawkins was a dead town, at least it was to you. While growing there had its good sides, there wasn’t much to keep you there once you finished high school.

You knew from an early age that the only good way to leave this town was going to college, however, your options were limited as college was turning more and more expensive by the years. Your divorced parents didn’t have the money to fund you all the way through college, let alone through the first years, so you tried your hardest in school to land a scholarship and worked throughout the last school years.

In the end, it all worked out—to your luck.

You ended up finishing high school, landing a prestigious scholarship and a spot at your top choice college that was just far enough to start somewhere new, yet close enough to come home easily. Because one thing you did underestimate was how much you missed your family while being away.

Hawkins may made you feel stuck, but it was still your home and the place where all your loved ones were. Being away felt good most of the times, nevertheless, you loved coming home. And today didn’t feel any different as you stopped the old, beat-up car from your grandparents in front of your childhood home.

You were a day early, originally having planned to arrive tomorrow evening, at most, but the college parties weren’t fun enough to keep you there over the weekend. Besides, it would calm your mother’s conscience to know that you were there early for your babysitter duties as she was gone for two weeks for her yearly ‘Away from the kids’ trip.

Opening the trunk, you pulled out your packed up bag, throwing it over your shoulder as you slammed the trunk shut again and went ahead to the door. From afar, you could hear panicked, loud voices in the house, causing you to frown. What was going on, a burglar? There was nothing of big worth in that house, it would be senseless.

Turning the key in the door, you made your entrance well known by dropping your bag. A burglar in Hawkins couldn’t be dangerous, only idiotic. The voices immediately died down, the house becoming deadly silent. In your dorm, you had a heavy flashlight right at your bedside. The only thing that the hallway offered to defend yourself with was an umbrella. At least, better than nothing, you thought.

Holding it in front of you, ready to strike down whatever come at you, you walked further down the hallway. A thundering sound came rushing down the stairs, about to come right around the corner, you held the umbrella up high, until you screamed, and someone screamed back louder.

“Y/N!”

You stopped yourself last second from smashing down the umbrella at the person attacking you, realizing that they weren’t, in fact, attacking you. Blinking confused, you brushed your hair out of your face. “Dustin, what the hell!”

“What were you doing?” he instead questioned, eyeing the umbrella in your hand.

Letting out a deep sigh, you put away the umbrella, “I heard people yelling from outside. Thought maybe there’s a burglar in the house.”

Dustin raised a brow. “And you thought an umbrella is the right choice of weapon, then?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you exclaimed, feeling dumbfounded. “What was the yelling about?”

“We were just playing a game.”

You squinted your eyes. “We?”

Your little brother shrugged, obviously turning the conversation elsewhere. “Good to see you back.” he said, right on his heels to run back up the stairs.

“Dustin,” you called after him.

You definitely did not miss this. Being your little brother’s babysitter was an ungrateful job, especially if your brother was anything like Dustin Henderson, a rebellious tween with too much imagination and even wilder friends.

You didn’t care what your brother was doing. He was clever enough to know what better not to do, but not clever enough to not do stupid things. So, you hasted after him, knocking on his door before a second later intruding. “Dustin, I asked who—" you stopped mid-sentence, glancing into the big eyes of Dustin’s childhood friends as well as some faces you hadn’t seen before.

“Y/N!” he groaned. “I told you we were playing a game. You weren’t even supposed to be here until tomorrow—”

“Excuse me,” someone said behind, tapping your shoulder. As you turned around, you made enough space for the person to squeeze right past you into Dustin’s room. You stared at the familiar dark-haired head, who walked ever so casually into the room before letting themselves fall into their former seat.

“Munson?”

Eddie Munson glanced up, eyes widening at your sight. “Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?” you asked him. Out of all people in Hawkins, he was one of the last persons you ever expected to turn up at your house.

“You guys know each other?” Mike Wheeler, one of Dustin’s friends, chirped in. Your eyes wandered from Eddie to Mike over to Dustin who looked split between being angry and weirded out, right back to Eddie who looked flabbergasted.

“Yeah, we do,” you replied. “We went to high school together.”

One of the rather unknown friends chuckled. “Eddie does still go to high school.”

His voice quieted down the second his gaze met Eddie’s, which was now a fine line between ice-cold and highly embarrassed. Everything quieted down after that, leaving silence that was just as much awkward.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” you mumbled, feeling sorry for accidentally causing a scene, and pulled the door shut. However, seeing Eddie Munson, the known misfit from your school year, sitting in your little brother’s bedroom confused the hell out of you.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The evening came quicker than expected. The warm yellow light dimmed the kitchen where you had sat down to go over the last lecture. Upstairs, the boys couldn’t manage to keep their voices down enough to let you concentrate in the room next door, so the kitchen it was.

The staircase creaked as someone walked down there. The footsteps became lighter, almost inaudible as if they stopped, until Eddie Munson appeared in the doorframe to the kitchen. You glanced up from your studies, your mouth feeling numb, unable to form any words.

It had been a while since you last saw him, it must have been over two years. Maybe graduation day, but if you remembered back and thought about his friend’s remark earlier, you knew that he hadn’t been there. Back then, you had believed it was because he disliked the majority of your school year and not because he didn’t graduate.

“Hey,” he said, quietly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” you replied.

He drummed against the wooden frame, the metal of his rings resounding against it. “I’m sorry if this came off as weird. You know, seeing me hang out with your little brother. I didn’t—” he stopped, breathing in, shaking his head as if he was confused about what he meant to say.

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him equally confused as you opened your mouth to argue, but Eddie was quick to continue to say, “Look, I get it if you want me to stop hanging out with him, and the others.”

“Why would I?” you questioned, earnestly as you closed your book and fully turned around in the chair to look at him. “You guys are playing board games. How bad can it be? You’re not selling drugs anymore, are you?”

Eddie’s mouth fell open. “How do you?”

“Everyone knew,” you interrupted him, shrugging. “Or maybe not everyone, but people who paid attention knew.”

As if he’d got caught red-handed, he straightened up. “I don’t. I mean, no, I do. But only to the right people and only good stuff. I don’t sell or give it to the boys, I would never.”

You smiled at his reaction, all sudden Eddie came across as rather shy, a trait that you would’ve never use to describe him with. If anything, he was loud, vibrant, and simply just there, impossible to mistake, impossible to overlook. “Didn’t think you would,” you made clear.

He nodded, lips pressed tight. His gaze wandering from your eyes up to your hair, analyzing every part of you. It let you question if you looked anything different than what you used to back in high school, if you came across different now versus back then. Somehow, you hoped you did.

“Um, Eddie, that’s not the bathroom. That’s the kitchen, and that is my sister. What are doing you here?”

Eddie turned around at the sound of Dustin’s voice, who stood behind him, watching the innocent talk between him and you. He said he wanted to go to the bathroom, which the house had one upstairs, and instead came down to talk to you? There was a lot to read into that situation, but you decided not to. This was confusing enough already, there was no need to make it any worse.

“He just asked for some more toilette paper,” you answered for him, toning your voice down as a rush of excitement still creeped up on you.

Eddie made a face, looking from you to Dustin, before nodding, “Yeah. Couldn’t find any, my bad.”

Fortunately, Dustin didn’t question the odd answer as he probably didn’t want to dig any further into that business. Instead, Eddie silently followed him back up to his room, not daring a glance back at you as he left the room.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Coming home to Hawkins after being away for a while felt different every time you came back. As weird as it sounded, you could feel it in the air. Growing up here, it always had been a dead end, but ever since Will Byers and other kids around town went missing, there was something electrifying in the air. You, as much as many other people in Hawkins, could not explain that sensation, all you could do was telling the kids to watch out while hanging out outside and carry on with life.

Time felt strange here, as if it was rushing past everyone and yet not passing at all. Seeing Eddie Munson after so long was one of those occasions. Somehow, it felt like a day ago since you walked past each other in the school hallway but looking at him closely proved you otherwise. He had his wavy hair grown out, his body now graced dark inked tattoos, and he was no longer at eye level with you.

You slammed on the brakes, snapping out of your trance, barely avoiding running over some kids running across the street. Heat shot in your cheeks, breathing heavy. Why were you thinking about Eddie? Why had you been thinking about him since last seeing him?

It was the whole point of this ridiculous charade. He crept up in your mind, haunted your thoughts, even though he and you wouldn’t be considered friends. Not even anything close to it. You barely knew each other. All you were was former schoolmates, who crossed hallways and sat in the same classes. And all you truly knew about him were the things whispered through those exact hallways, things that could be far from the truth.

None of this made the tingling in your fingertips when you thought about him reasonable enough. This was absurd, absolute nonsense, and yet you felt defied by yourself. He was in your head, disarming every try of yours to deny it. Once you left town and went back to college again, it would be different. There would be other things than Eddie Munson haunting your thoughts.

You parked the car in the driveway before you grabbed the groceries that you’d just bought from the passenger seat and fumbled with your keys to open up the door. Dustin was gone somewhere around town with his friends, he had left you a message on the kitchen table before leaving. It was an unspoken rule between him and you—as long as he would come home before dawn, you didn’t mind where he went. Although he did lots of things that potentially could get him in trouble, you dared to hope that he was clever enough to avoid it.

The divorce of your parents had turned you into a third parental figure for Dustin, and perhaps the only one he truly respected. Despite getting on each other’s nerve’s half of the time, you got along greatly even though the contact had become less due to the distance.

Sometimes, only sometimes, you found yourself sitting alone in your dorm and missing the old days when you were still in high school and had to pick up your brother and his friends on the way home. Where you cooked for Dustin and yourself when your mother was at work for too long and had movies nights together. Where you hung out with your girlfriends on the school ground, secretly checking out the boys in the parking lot. Where you felt the most you, the most at home, the most fulfilled.

Being away at college wasn’t the problem, you knew that. You loved it there. The true problem was that you missed the carefree version of yourself.

You were preparing dinner for the evening as the doorbell rang. Dustin had a key, he’d use it if he was coming home, so it had to be someone else. Putting the oven mitts aside, you went to the front door and opened it up to see a familiar face standing in front of it. “Munson,” you said, your voice sounding unsure.

It’d been a few days since your last encounter and yet again, you didn’t expect him at your house.

“Henderson,” he nodded, mimicking your usage of his last name only. It instantly made you question when was the last time you ever called him by his first name? Hardly ever, you believed. He’s been Munson or ‘The Freak’ for as long as you could remember. That’s what everyone called him and what you ended up calling him, too.

He held up a book in his hands. “I lent this from Dustin the other day and wanted to bring it back.”

Your eyes wandered from the book in his hand, which he handed over to you, back to him. “Thanks,” you mumbled. “He’s not here right now, but I’ll tell him.”

Nerve-racking silence took over you, neither spoke a word, neither moved from their spot. Inside your head, the thoughts kept spinning, creating a chaotic mess, but none of it could actually help to relieve this tension.

“I guess, I’ll go—”

“Do you want to come in?”

His head shot up, gazes meeting as his lightened up in surprise. While stepping aside, you made enough space for him to accept the invitation if he wanted to. For a brief moment, there was hesitation that made you regret ever saying it. He had no reason to stay, Dustin wasn’t here and you two weren’t friends. It didn’t made sense for you to spend any time together, yet deep down, if you were really honest with yourself, you wanted to.

Fully expecting him to deny and turn his back on you, Eddie was there to surprise you as he had been doing since seeing him again. Instead, he stepped inside.

Your mind went blank. What now? You’d just invited himself inside, without any further thought on why you did it or what happens after. Talk, Y/N, talk.

“I’m making lasagna,” you said, instantly wanting to facepalm yourself. Such unnecessary information. “Let’s talk in the kitchen?”

Your voice sounded small, making it more sound like a question, rather than a suggestion. Eddie thankfully didn’t pressure it, replying a short ‘sure’ as he followed you down the hallway to the kitchen. You heard his footsteps behind you, causing a slow building shiver to run from the nap of your neck down your back. Every fiber of your being felt suddenly hyperaware of his presence.

“So, how’s life? How have you been?”

Another stupid question that made you curse yourself in your head as you took a look at the lasagna in the oven before glancing back at him. Just like a few days ago, Eddie stopped in the large doorframe, leaning against it, eyes meeting yours. Your question didn’t seem to spark much enjoyment in his face. By now, every word you said felt like the wrong choice.

Eddie shrugged. “Not much to tell. I haven’t changed, I’m the same guy as always, just still stuck in high school.”

“How’s that not much to tell? For the longest, I believed that you did graduate with us and just happened to not attend to prom, or graduation, or the afterparty.” you replied, the words bubbling out of your mouth. Why the sudden were you acting all nervous?

You couldn’t dare to look at him, this entire conversation was backfiring on the worst level imaginable, however, just as you were about to look away, he answered, “Skipping prom sounds like me, but I would’ve turned up for at least the afterparty, don’t you think?”

Your mouth quirked to a small smile. This conversation may not go entirely sour, but let’s not get any hopes up too early. “You’re right. Maybe even graduation, just so, you know, you can finally get the paper that releases you from the hell hole that is school.”

Eddie looked at you pointedly, crossing his arms. “You calling school a hell hole? Never thought I would hear that.”

“Why, do you not believe that I didn’t enjoy high school?” you argued, leaning back against the kitchen counter, standing almost opposite to him.

“Hardly,” he admitted, still at eye level with you.

You scoffed. “What makes you think that?”

“You’ve never made the impression to me that you didn’t like being there. It looked like you were having a good time with your friends, that, I don’t know, you even enjoyed sitting in class learning new stuff. You were the exact opposite of me, someone who most definitely didn’t—doesn’t—like high school.”

Mouth ajar, you looked at him as he leaned his head back against the doorframe while yours got trapped to process the fact that Eddie Munson had paid more attention to you in high school than one might think. If you were being honest, you didn’t even think that he knew who you were. Neither your circle of friends, nor your interest were aligned that he could know much about you. However, the way he talked about you made it sound like he did.

“Well, I did like having a good time with my friends, or learning new stuff, but on graduation day, I was still happy that it was all over. High school was a confusing time and I thought college as a new chapter in my life would change many things.” you explained, realizing with every word that you had never spoken about this before.

“Did it change?”

You broke off the eye contact, shaking your head. “No, not really. It’s different. But it doesn’t replace or make the memories from here better. I miss Hawkins sometimes, I even miss going to school. A bit pathetic, don’t you think? It’s only been two years.”

Eddie played with the rings on his fingers, replying, “No, I don’t think it’s pathetic. Don’t they say something along the lines, ‘You are where you live’?”

You chuckled lightly. “Not exactly, but something like that, yeah.”

In fear of this now actually well-going conversation dying, you hastily added, “So, what about you? How’s school now?”

He breathed out, it almost sounded like a deep sigh, “I wish I was done by now, but it’s not too bad.”

“Sure, because you’re friends with my brother now.”

“That’s a whole other conversation,” he mumbled.

You arched a brow, meeting his gaze. “And what is this conversation about now?”

“Not about Dustin,” he said, his voice sounding much more assured.

Something about the way he said it struck you, made you stay frozen in place, only capable of starring at him. You were glad that your hands had the surface of the kitchen counters to hold onto, because your heart was beating in a fierce, overwhelming speed that caused you to feel nauseous. What would you say to that? What could you say to that?

Before your brain could go down a further spiral, Eddie pulled you right back into reality by saying, “Y/N, I’m no cook, but I’m pretty sure that you’re burning your lasagna.”

“What?” you blinked, the wires in your brain not fully connected yet until realization of the smell hit you. “Oh, shit, shit, shit!”

Eddie backed off away from the oven as you turned down the heat and put on the mitts to get out the casserole dish. The cheese on top had said its goodbyes, having been burned very, very dark brown, but you refused to admit you had let it burn while being distracted by Eddie Munson—although it was the embarrassing truth.

Your burned lasagna appeared like a metaphorical example of your state of mind.

Defeated, you laid the oven mitts aside, chuckling lightly, “It’s not that bad. Still eatable.”

There was a genuine smile on Eddie’s face when you glanced sideways to look at him. “I’m sure it still tastes good,” he assured you, and somehow those words felt like a short-breath relief to you, as if his words were saying that nothing about this situation was embarrassing.

“I can get you a plate—”

The interrupting chaos outside the house door was audible enough to alarm you what was about to come. “Dustin’s here,” you instead continued to say, a tone too panic for own liking. There was no true reason to panic about, and still, you couldn’t help but think about how Dustin would react when he comes home and sees Eddie and you standing in the kitchen together, yet again.

He took the hint, turning to the backdoor of the house. “I’ll better get going, but thanks for the offer.” he said. “I’ll see you around.”

You heard the keys turn in the entrance door as Eddie walked out the backdoor, replying, “Yes. I mean, I guess I will.”

Seconds later, Dustin’s cheerful voice filled the void Eddie left.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

You were miserable, down right, tragically, hopelessly miserable. At this point, it became pathetic to turn so many thoughts to something that wasn’t real. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as it was, if you gave in and admitted to yourself that there was a desire to spend more time with Eddie, an instant attraction from the day you saw him again. It was a lingering hunger that you had to still, but instead you ignored it until you felt like dying.

You told yourself that it was for the better, there was no point in spending more time with Eddie Munson. Doing so would only end up turning into a dangerous threat to your heart and you didn’t need that, all you needed was time and an empty head to concentrate on your studies. Boyfriend, or much less, guys who robbed girls their senses, were pure distractions.

Maybe you should’ve taken theatre as a side course in college, as you were clowning yourself with this act. With each day passing, with each time you saw Eddie bring Dustin home from school, with each laughter you heard from Dustin’s room, you soured in envy.

Friday night was the breaking point.

You laid on the couch in the living room, the book you were reading held up above your head, ready to drop on your face any second. Dustin had his friends over, all huddled up in his room, shutting you out by every chance. Apparently, they were discussing something ‘serious’ that was ‘none of your business’. You, on the other hand, tried to drown your head in the heavy lecture that was Dune by Frank Herbert, wishing that the complexity of the science fiction novel would numb any other thought.

That try rather failed, but at least the rainstorm outside was soothing.

“I will ask her,” you heard Dustin’s voice from upstairs. “No, don’t!” another voice argued.

You closed the book, putting it on the couch table as Dustin came into the living room. “Hey Y/N, do you mind driving Max and Lucas home? They can’t go on their bikes in this weather.”

Max had followed him behind, so did Lucas. “You don’t have to, Y/N.” Max immediately said, her eyes looking sad as her gaze met the one of Lucas’. Oh no, young heartbreak was bittersweet and obvious.

“No, I’ll drive you. Your parents would kill me if I let you out on your bikes.” you replied, getting up from the couch. You could see the heaviness in Max’s face. You were sure she might curse you in her head as right now, she would probably rather drive through the storming rain instead of spending any moment longer near Lucas. However, none of the two argued with you and silently put on their shoes.

You threw on a sweater before you grabbed the car keys and turned to Dustin’s friends. “Ready?” you questioned, getting a nod as answer, so you opened up the door and yelled, “Ok, let’s run!”

Your laziness was your luck to escape the rain as you rarely ever locked your car when you were home. A remote car key would be the dream, but your car was far too old for that. Lucas got right in the backseat, while Max stopped in her tracks and purposely choose the passenger seat. Each of you was almost drenched to their bones, hair’s sticking to your wet faces.

“Definitely not riding the bikes,” you mumbled, starting the car.

Neither Max, nor Lucas spoke a word, neither to each other, nor to you. The only thing playing was your Tears For Fear tape, to which you tapped along to on the steering wheel. The Sinclair’s house wasn’t all too far from yours. Relief washed over everyone as you came to a stop in front of the house, Lucas tapping your shoulders from behind. “Thanks Y/N, see you.”

“You’re welcome, bye Lucas.”

The door flew open, closing just as quick, as he dashed off to safety underneath the covered house entrance. Max, beside you, loosened up. Crazy how time sometimes ran. Last time you were home, you had had the feeling that something was going on between Lucas and Max. The way they looked at each other and subconsciously trying to touch each other by the slightest bit at any chance said a lot. None of that was there anymore, they rather behaved as if they were ice and fire, unable to touch.

“Sorry,” you said, not sure what for, before saying, “I don’t know where you live, Max. Can you direct me?”

“Yes, of course,” she said, wrapped in other thoughts.

The rain fell onto on the car roof, against every window, as Max quietly directed you to the outskirts of Hawkins. It tingled in your fingers to say something to her, like a big sister would do, even if you weren’t hers. You knew she lost her older brother last year, and maybe she didn’t want to hear any advice, but your mouth opened sooner than you could stop yourself. “Whatever it is, give it time. Time for it to better, to change, to heal. You know… time will tell.”

You felt her gaze on you, turning for a brief moment to meet it. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, to say anything at all.

“Thank you.” she breathed, her mouth twitching to the tiniest smile, and pointed to a trailer at the beginning of the Forest Hills trailer park. “I live right there.”

You stopped the car right in front of it. “There you go,” you said. As the storm drew lightening in the sky, you turned to Max, half joking, “You better run.”

A chuckle escaped her mouth, and it calmed your mind that she and her little heart would survive the night. “Thanks for bringing me home.”

“Anytime.” You watched Max open up the passenger door and running, just like Lucas did, with fast steps to the trailer. You waited until her mother opened up the door and she escaped into the warmth of their home, before you were about to drive off to return home yourself. And just in that moment, it struck you.

On the porch right opposite to the Mayfield’s trailer, he stood, watching the rain plastered down the ground. Your hand on the gearshift held in, feet stayed on the brake. Eddie blew the last smoke of his cigarette, before throwing the end away onto the wet grass. Hands pushed into the pockets, he held in, too.

For once in the last few days, you didn’t think—at all. You pulled the handbrake, turned off the car and out you were, sprinting the few meters through the rain until you reached the covered porch to eyes-widened Eddie. “What are you doing here?” he asked, in disbelief. His eyes wandered from your stringy, wet hair that was sticking to your face, down to where your now completely drenched clothes were clenching to your body.

You could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage in confused excitement. Every inch of your body that he eyed so closely felt hot. “Hi,” you said instead of answering his question, somehow grinning like an idiot.

His concerned expression shifted to an equally idiotic grin. “Hi crazy,” he replied softly, looking down at you. “Let’s talk inside, ok? You need to get somewhere warm.”

He stepped forward and opened up the door of the trailer for you. There was no hesitation, unlike at the beginning of the week. Quickly, you rushed into the welcoming warmth, followed closely by him as he closed the door behind. Waterdrops fell from your clothes, making a mess on the floor of the open living room-kitchen area.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking around in search of a dishtowel. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

At least, it was the truth, even if it was embarrassingly so.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie said, truly, as his eyes flickered over your body. “How about I get you a towel to dry off, and maybe some dry clothes, too. You’re soaked to your bones, Jesus Christ, Y/N.”

“Y/N is just fine.”

He sighed, closing his eyes for a second while trying to keep himself contained, but the incoming, quiet chuckle was hard to suppress. So, he rather turned his back on you and walked down the trailer to the other room, where you suspected his room was. “Dad jokes, really? That’s your level of jokes?”

You shrugged, calling out, “Some say it’s charming.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” he called back as you followed him into the room.

Eddie, who had just grabbed a towel from the stack of fresh ones, whipped around, bumping straight into you. “You’ve followed me.” he, for whatever reason, stated.

The towel in his hands was the only thing, besides your clothes, that kept your bodies separated right now. “I’m sorry,” you hushed, feeling stuck in place. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Stop apologizing all the time.” he interrupted you. Either of you ignored the way how close you were standing, neither were doing anything to change that.

“Sorry—”

“Y/N,”

Hearing your name out of his mouth made your head snap upwards. “It’s a bad habit, I’m—nope, I am not sorry. Oh my, this is awful. Just forget what I’ve said. I just feel bad for leaving water puddles all over your home!”

Eddie’s mouth quirked slowly into a smile as he tugged the towel in his hands forward against your body. “Here, dry yourself off. I’ll get some clean clothes of mine if that’s fine.”

You nodded with a smile and accepted the towel, starting off to pat-dry your hair, as he turned back around to his closet, rummaging through the piles of shirts. As you tried to dry off most of your clothes, your curiosity let your eyes wander through Eddie’s room, and it somehow made you frown, yet smile. His personality was written all over the small-spaced room. Posters of his musical heroes hung on almost every free surface of the walls, multiple amps for his guitars stood in the crowded corners alongside various tapes laying around everywhere you looked.

It was rare to see Eddie in a surrounding where he truly fit in, and although he had always managed to make every surrounding his mighty ground, this room was where he shined. Right here, he appeared like the guy you knew—confident, kind, impossible to overlook.

“I’ve got no clue if these will fit, but here’s a sweatshirt and some joggers.”

In his hands was a bundle of rather messy folded, dark clothes. They may did not fit, but it didn’t matter, they were warm und although they were fresh, the clothes smelled like him already. You exchanged the towel for the clothes, his hands meeting yours for a brief moment, gliding over each other’s.

“I’ll let you change,” he mumbled, already moving on his way to leave the room for you alone.

“No,” it escaped your mouth quicker than your brain could think about the aftermath. Eddie stopped in his tracks, not saying a word, and instead nodded. “Just close the door and turn around.”

As told, he turned his back to you and pushed the door shut, as you pulled the wet sweater over your head, leaving you in the skimpy shirt you wore underneath, and grabbed Eddie’s dry one to put on before you stripped off the rest of your wet clothes. You watched him standing straight as a candle in front of you, back still turned on you, as the sound of your jeans zipper tore the silence. The movement of his hands—how he balled them together to fists and immediately releasing them again—caught your eye.

What was the cause of it? The fact that you just showed up at his home, being an annoying guest that he didn’t invite, or the fact that maybe either of you wished that he would or could turn around right now?

Pushing any of those thoughts away, you pulled your legs through Eddie’s joggers. They didn’t fit properly, just as he had suspected, but it still worked out. It was definitely better than the drenched clothes that would have surely sooner or later given you a nasty cold. “You can turn back around,” you told him, folding your own clothes together.

“No, stop, give them to me. I can hang them in the bathroom to dry.”

The corners of your mouth twitched upwards. “Thanks Eddie.”

There was something in the way he looked at you when you said his name. It wasn’t startlement. No, for that, his eyes glistered too much, his mouth was the tiniest bit ajar, proving his speechlessness. He huffed, glancing down to your clothes in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

As he looked back up, he said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say my name.”

Your first instinct was to further ask what he meant by that, but then it hit you. He was right, it really had been the first time you said his name—his own name, not his last name or one of the stupid nicknames he was given in high school.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve used it much sooner.”

His eyes had a sad, yet unworried haze to them. “Don’t worry about it. You can say it from now on.” He instead told you as he opened up the door of his room to hang up your clothes in the bathroom next door. Coming back into the room, he added, “And besides, what did I tell you about apologizing so much?”

“You know, it is a bad habit of mine, but sometimes, I feel like I have to.”

The frown on his face made him look older, and the unworried haze was replaced by confusion written all over him. “Why, why’d you ever feel like that?”

Shrugging, you wrapped your hands around yourself. You didn’t mean to say it like it was a big deal because it wasn’t, at least not for others. But the way Eddie asked questions proved how much he was listening to you, something people rarely ever did. It made you not wanting to lie to him. He deserved nothing but the truth, although it felt scary to stand opposite to Eddie, someone you never truly had much contact with, and talk about why your world felt miserable and confusing, sometimes.

“Because I was one of those people who just ran with the crowd. People started calling you stupid nicknames, casting you as an outsider, and I just did the same as everyone else. I called you those names too. For God’s sake, I did not even once call you by your own name until today, and I am sorry for that. You didn’t deserve being called those shitty names, you didn’t deserve any treatment you’d received, but I was too sucked up in the popular high school bubble to do better than that.”

You pressed your lips together, heart’s heavy in your chest. “I don’t like the fact that I didn’t do better back then, and I feel ashamed, now, to have the audacity to stand here and interrupt your night when I don’t even know if you’d like to talk to me.”

“I do like talking to you,” he said, calmly, which made you just now noticed how wary your own voice had become. “Or you know, otherwise I would have probably let you drown in the storm.”

You let out a small-sounding chuckle that sounded much more like a sobbing snort. “Stop making jokes about this.”

Eddie grinned as he let himself fall onto his bed before he propped himself up on his elbows to meet your gaze. “Why not?” he asked, but you struggled to answer when your attention was drawn to someplace else. His shirt had ridden up, revealing a short, tamed trail of hairs going up to his belly button. Heat shot in your cheeks, eventually through your entire body, in embarrassment of the incoming inappropriate thoughts that caused your brain to riot.

You turned your gaze away. “Because it isn’t funny. I meant it. I am sorry for what I’ve called you and how I’ve treated to you along the others. It wasn’t okay, and I don’t feel good not having at least once apologized for that.”

Realizing the seriousness of your words, he pushed himself more upwards, sitting in front of you on the bed. His curly dark hair fell into his face, framing the soft curves of it. “I appreciate your apology, but you’ve got nothing to feel bad about. Yeah, most people from our year were absolut shitheads who enjoyed taking the piss out of me, but I let them. Why bother to correct people who don’t care?“ he said, the tone of his voice dropping. “You were never one of the those people. In my eyes, you were one of the only considerable people I’ve encountered.“

You frowned, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room, mumbling, “We’ve rarely ever talked. How can you think of me as considerable?“

“I’ve seen you with other people. How you cared about them.“

His words lured a smile onto your lips. You recked your chin in a playful, arrogant manner. “Makes it sound like you’ve paid more attention to me than I thought.“

“I probably did.“ he admitted, without hesitation, causing your breath hitch in suspension. You brought your eyes to his, gaze sweeping over the tenderness of his face. Your heartbeat was run its own race. “I was pretty damn in love with you for, like, an eternity. Until you left.“

And there the race stopped. Your heart, the tiresome racer, collapsed on its knees as it begged for the sweet, sweet release it had longed for days. The spark that his words ignited in it made your heart believe that he was looking for that release too, perhaps just for an eternity longer than you did.

Your legs were the first limbs that reacted until your entire body followed and the surroundings faded into a surreal time lapse feeling. The emptiness you felt was gone the minute you placed your legs on either side as you straddled his hips. Your arms looping around his neck, as if you’d done it a million times before. His hands sliding carefully, with wariness, on the sides of your waist, as if he was checking first if this was real until he hooked his arms fully around you, pulling you flush against his chest. A place where you suddenly felt like you belonged.

The racer was on its feet again, breathless, but ready to run the very last mile between your mouth and his—just to win it all, to free itself from all the torture.

You leaned forward, slowly, because no matter how confidently you walked up on him, this was where it got truly scary. He had been in love with you. It ran through your mind over and over again. You would never be able to forget this. This would drive you insane til the end of your days. “Can I kiss you, please?“ he whispered, his voice darker as it rasps against your lips.

There was no way of return.

“Please,“ you begged him, and it was a wish he would fulfill for you on any God given day. His soft lips bumped against yours, gentle and careful at first, before the storm hit you both. It robbed your every breath, making you gasp into the kiss as you longed for more. Your fingers ran through his thick hair, his arms pulled you even further against him until there was no space between you left. Eddie kissed you hard, everything began to blur. You wanted nothing more than this.

He had been in love with you.

Eddie nipped on your lower lip, dragging it slightly open before slipping his tongue into your mouth, his warmth envelops yours. Your heart ached bittersweetly as you felt his wet lips kissing their way along your jaw, near your pulse, sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. Recking your chin upwards, you stretched your neck, inviting him to invade any space you could give him—addicted to his firm touch. You’d been starved for too long, you craved any second longer of his touch.

You let out a breathless whimper, moaning fully as he bit gently into your skin. His warm palms found their way to your hips, guiding you to grind against him, both of you aching for some sort of release.

You’d stumbled around campus, looking for a bigger reason to exist, deprived of motivation and longing, until you had laid your eyes on Eddie Munson again. And in his kiss, you somehow found the answer you were looking for.

“Eddie,“ you mumbled, voice catching in the back of your throat.

He pulled back, eyes sparkling darkly as your gaze met. One hand cupped your check gently, the other holding you firmly flushed against him, not daring to let go of you. “Yes, doll?“ he hummed.

You smiled at the nickname he had given you, knowing you would regret your next words. “I have to go back,“ you breathed, brushing the few strands of hair that fell into in his view aside. You could admire him for hours, you were sure. “I drove Lucas and Max home. I don’t want Dustin to worry that something happened to me.“

His chest heaved as the hand on your cheek trailed down your body. “As much as I like your brother, right now, he’s ruining my dream high school moment.“

Raising a brow, you nudge his upper arm. “Your dream high school moment?“

Eddie leaned forward, humming, “Hmm, dreamed of this all my life.“

“Never had taken you for a romantic,“ you hummed back against his lips, ready to steal another kiss.

“I’ll prove to you how romantic I can be, if you let me.“

You found yourself nodding, repeatedly, feeling warmth bundling up in your stomach as you saw him smiling brightly before granting your wish and kissing you again.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Hectic fiddling with the keys, you opened up the front door of your family’s house to escape the still on-going rainstorm, brushing the hoodie from your head. Your heart hadn’t fully recovered yet as a voice snapped you back into reality.

“There you are! Where the hell have you been, Y/N? I was ready to call Steve to look for you.“

You glanced into the worried face of your younger brother who looked so much alike your father in his very moment of care. His expression, however, shifted to a frown, head turning more upwards as he inspected the clothes you were wearing—oh, shit.

“Are those Eddie’s clothes?!“

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