which enterprise crewmate does he connect / feel a bond with first? (asked by @/nyhura when i was aking for headcanon prompts)
this question is great because I get to tag @thefleetsfinest and talk about what we've discussed so much of in our chats. (and yes that icon for clint is necessary)
First, let's talk that Clint is incredibly lucky (and who knows, maybe he bent the rules, rigged the game, fixed the cards / clint's not above that) that Peter got put onto the Enterprise outside of the typical timeline that would have happened. So he isn't going on alone, he has Peter and that's good enough for him. He hadn't many people after he drank his life to pieces and his brother essentially told him to get his shit together and than left him be; not after the John Walker situation in the Academy.
Now let's actually get onto this question, when Clint's board the Enterprise, that is the already the longest that he's been sober or without a drink; not drinking and trying to actively manage his life better. He wasn't kicked out of the Academy, he had something to be working towards, and he had a relationship he was investing time into.
Sobriety for Clint is such a constant, and active choice over the years; and he's proud of it as the years go and he's never really learnt how to take the bad days when the urges are there with stride; he may not drink but he's not something whose urges go away and he wishes that. I could go on, that is an effect of the fact even if he never had picked up a drink, he'd be para-alcoholic. NOW WHY BRING THIS UP?
Because the first member of the crew that he connects with on a deep and personal level? That is @thefleetsfinest , that's Leonard. That's Leonard "Bones" Mccoy, because Clint kind of doesn't take care of his body, and yeah he did just burn his hand on something really hot and he probably knew that, and he needs to go see the doc
and the funny thing is he hates hospitals, he hates med-bays; he has literally said that "nobody should be around that much suffering and death" which is how he sees places of haling, hates the smell places like that; and yet he tends to be there more than most.
Being an addict, an alcoholic, even when sober the effects of what the alcohol did to your body; tend to leave your immune system weaker, and so he gets sick more likely and than Clint's prone to getting hurt.
So he is there, and we all know Leonard's a good doctor. Clint's someone who becomes Leonard's migraine and headache, because Clint is an AWFUL patient, and well Leonard collects those (Jim and Spock). So over time of Doc visits, they start to just become friends; talk here and there, Leonard joins the list of people that Clint harasses when he is bored and will put up with some of that.
Friednship through annoyance, which goes the fact that Leonard and Clint would recognize The Alcoholic in each other and than that kinship between them is there. That leads to them genuine friendship, getting to know each other and leads to discussion about alcohol, about not drinking, about leonard's capable of one glass control for his sobriety where clint is not (no alcohol at all), and discussions of their recovery.
That leads to doing morning yoga with each other, because that is part of their on-going recovery work; which when you are recovery friends, sober buddies, that kind of thing leads to a very deep friendship; Clint has told Leonard things that no one else would know. Hell, he tells Leonard more about the John Walker stuff than Peter, and Peter was there for some of it. Leonard does the same.
They have a friendship with Secrets to Take to the Grave; and knowing the intricacies of alcoholism, and they keep each other accountable with that. After BEYOND, Clint relapses, and it is Leonard the friend he leans on when he can't rely on Peter. And literally, Leonard's pulling string to get Clint more emotional support; because when he relapses, after 6 years sober, that is hard climb back up. such a dog, cause clint's been borrowing luna too much.
And Clint would do the same with Leonard, he keeps his secrets and even doesn't tease him when he needs serious at the point of a few year into their friendship; they have lunch and talk ship business, and other things. Clint even exercises the HEY IM YOUR FRIEND and trying to shoulder some of Leonard's burdens too.
Clint's Leonard's eyes and ears on the Bridge now too. so that's how leonard probably knew about that.
@thefleetsfinest and I have talked so much about these two, and just it's Leonard who he really connects with too.
Beyond Leonard? The next crewman that Clint connect with would be Sulu and the other three helmsman, making the total amount of helmsman/pilots for the Enterprise being five, which would be for shuttles as well ass shift rotation. Along with that would be the Navigators, as helmsman and navigators go hand in hand.
He is tight with them, and he does actually try to be good guy to them; not push on their nerves too much. Talk with them and keep each other in the loop, pick up when the others need a shift swap, and there is a "brotherhood" between helmsman/navigators.
Clint'll grab lunch with them, or join them for rec sometimes, talk and keep a good working relationship.
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fav jjpope moment? mines midsummers when they hugged and stuff probably it was so adorable , i swear they make me so sick i love them 😭😭
AHHHHHH, I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!
I’m going to do this per season cuz I can’t just pick one 😭
S1 - MIDSUMMERS!!
The build up to that moment alone is phenomenal but the reunion moment between the boys was my personal heartstopper.
Pope hadn’t seen JJ since he was taken away in handcuffs and after hours (or a day idrk) he sees JJ beaten and bruised in a more formal outfit. Grabs him from whatever he’s doing and nearly tackles him in a bear hug. Which JJ reciprocates, gives him a kiss on the cheek, AND says I love you?!
AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON WHEN JJ GRABBED POPE’S FACE TO GET HIM TO STOP TALKING 😭😭
“For once in your life, trust someone else.”
I want that tatted on my forehead frfr🥹
The lighting, the emotion, the acting, the EVERYTHING.
Truly once of the best moments in JJPOPE history 👏🏾
S2- this is hard cuz there are so many good moments.
But the first one to come to mind is JJ reminding Kie of how perfect Pope is.
JJ is the poguest of the pogues so being called a pogue from him is BIG.
He basically said Pope’s the definition of a pogue and since Pope’s amazing then being a pogue is amazing. (Kie was struggling with choosing if she was a kook or a pogue and JJ somehow made the convo about Pope and how great he is lol)
Then later in the night when they were going to bed, Kie kissed Pope on the cheek and JJ had a hurt reaction on his face and turned his back to the scene. (I remember on my first watch of OBX, That was the first time I noticed JJ giving such a visual jealous reaction!!)
And I just want to say, that JJ reacted that way because he’s jealous of Kie not Pope!!(I made an entire post about it on my jjclopelover acc that I use to obsess over OBX and mostly JJPope)
here it is!! ⬇️
That entire scene spoke volumes!
S3- now how S2 was hard bcuz there were too many…S3 is hard cuz of the opposite.
But I pick the moment when the pogues go on the cross heist.
JJ said he would go to prison again for Pope.
And Pope had thought JJ died and once he saw that he didn’t, he gave him another bear hug that nearly knocks the breath out of him.
(slight parallels to midsummers might I add. JJ with going to prison for Pope and Pope thinking that JJ is deeply injured or dead and tackling him with a hug)
Anywaysss those are some of my favorite moments! I’ll gladly answer any questions y’all have lol.
- Shyanne aka Bomikalover
P.S. - I LOVE YA MELLLLL🫶🏾
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Upside to the Down - chapter 4
(Chapter 6 on AO3)
Everything in the Harrington house is neat. In the living room is a modern looking granit fireplace, unused, with a glass door.
In front of it, two white, simple but pretentious slash expensive looking couches, on each side of a round glass table.
The floor is wooden and vernished, of the same color as the stairs, with a grey carpet on it. There are bookshelves behind the couches.
It is okay, Eddie guesses, for somebody who has a socially acceptable good taste in interior design.
And so, fucking impersonal.
There is nothing that reminds Eddie of Steve in it.
He peers curiously at the books on the bookshelf.
"Ah-ha," he says to himself, as he pulls out something that looks like a photo album. "Bingo."
He leans on the backrest of couch and flips through it. 8 year old Steve at a basketball game.
Steve kinda looks like his mom. They have the same brown hair and eyes, though Steve's are softer, in a way. The same haircut even.
9 year old Steve with a bucket on his head. Eddie snickers. "Hahaha. Cute."
The doorbell rings, and Eddie drops the book and ducks behind the sofa. "Jesus."
His heart is racing.
The doorbell rings again.
Eddie gets to the door, crouched down, as silently as he can. There is no peephole, so he presses his ear against the door.
"Did he run away?" "No way." You sure he's here? "Who is he?" "Eddie. A friend, El."
Eddie exhales a sigh of relief, and gets up fully.
Then he flings the door open.
Seven, little and not so little, known and unknown faces stare up at him.
Dustin's smile is wide, as he holds up a bag "We thought you might be bored so we brought you some stuff."
Eddie settles against the doorframe, so it doesn't show that he's still a bit unsteady on his feet.
"Speak Friend, and you may enter," he announces, opening the door wider but barring it with his arm.
Dustin answers "Melllll-lon" in a deep voice and Eddie lets him in with a high five. The others follow Dustin, pushing past Eddie and promptly dispersing in the living room.
"And take your shoes off!" Eddie yells after them.
"Whooaaaah."
"Dude, this house is awesome."
Lucas takes Max's crutches, and a very short-haired girl Eddie hasn't seen before helps Max onto the couch.
The others keep looking around, and chatter among themselves.
"How come Steve never invites us."
"I know right?"
Eddie gives them a moment. Then he claps his hands. "Attention please!"
Immediately, everyone stops and turns to him.
"That's better. First things first," Eddie pauses "glad you doing... okay Red. I think you should pick up a guitar cause you," he points at her "are a fucking rockstar baby. And if you ever decide to play DnD, I'll give you a +6 bonus in courage, no questions asked. " And he bows down, as far as he can, anyway.
Sinclair looks at Max proudly, and with so much love Eddie almost wants to barf.
"Name's Max," she says. But she looks pleased.
"Sinclair, Henderson, Lady Applejack, Mike," Eddie lists, and twirls his hand from his head down to greet each one of them. They nod back in aknowledgement.
"Now. There are two of you... hobbits that I don't know."
"So this is, Eleven my girlfriend. The one with superpowers," Mike explains. "We call her El."
"Hello," El waves, a bit shyly, from the sofa next to Max.
"Digging the hair," Eddie gives her a thumbs up.
"And this is my... best friend Will. He loves DnD." Mike gesturing at the boy apparently named Will, who has never once stopped looking at Mike. Eddie's eyes cross back and forth between the two of them. He doesn't miss the whistful expression that crosses Will's features.
Uh oh. Poor boy.
"Heard a lot about you Mr. Munson," Will advances towards Eddie, offering his hand.
Polite. Eddie likes him already. He takes the hand and shakes it vigorously
"Great!" Eddie lets go, and turns back to the wider circle. "Now we're all acquainted. I would tell you to make yourself at home but– one it's not mine and two. Seems like you already are so–" he spreads his arms and exclaims "do what you want!"
They all cheer.
"Last one in the pool is a sore loser!" Erica says, and immediately runs past Eddie, almost throwing him out of balance.
Lucas, Mike and Will look at each other. Lucas looks to Max.
She gives him a reassuring smile."Just go. I can take care of myself. And there is El."
Lucas nods, an unspoken agreement passing between him and El, then they're off.
"I'm gonna watch a movie with Max Mr. Eddie, upstairs" El says, seriously, after a few seconds of whispering with Max.
"Whatever you want My Lady. But uh Red these stairs are one hell of— holy fucking shit," he exclaims, as El spreads her arms and Max starts to levitate, just slightly, as if a gentle force was holding her up.
"Told you," Dustin says from next to Eddie.
"Nothing. Nothing will surprise me in this life anymore I'm telling you." Eddie says, his eyes not leaving Max who is slowly floating up the stairs, Eleven behind her.
"Now Henderson," Eddie bends sideways to whisper confidentially to Dustin "where are my gifts."
"Right." Dustin walks into the living room space, up to the couch and sets the bag on the table. Eddie follows, curious. "They're not exactly gifts 'cause they're like, your stuff. But yeah."
"Well that kinda ruins it," Eddie says, but still sits down next to Dustin.
"So uh, there's have a walkie-talkie, you know, if we're not here and you're bored."
"My trusted companion." Eddie states, as Dustin passes it along, and he weighs it in his hand.
"...And if we don't answer" Eddie rummages through the bag, and pulls out... Something, that he waves in front of Eddie's face. "Ta dah! Some of your tapes."
Eddie almost rips them out of Dustin's hands. "Henderson you're a saint." And presses them against his face. "Oh my beloved."
Dustin lowers his eyes a little, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry about your guitar."
Eddie has been trying not to think too hard about it. He puts his hand on his heart. "It's okay" he sighs, dramatically. "We had a good run, her and I. Maybe we were just not meant to be. And she had a good ending yeah?"
"For sure. For sure she did." Dustin looks up and there are tears in his eyes. He sniffles.
Oh no. "Hey hey hey. You don't get to be more heartbroken than me, alright?"
"I'm sorry!"Tears start to run down Dustin's face. "Now that it's started I can't, stop iit—" and there it is, the kid's bawling.
"My brother in Christ" Eddie checks quickly — no one around — opens his arms, and draws him into a hug. "Cm'ere." He pats Dustin's head, keeping him there.
Until the crying dies down.
"Thanks man," Dustin says. He shakes himself. "Blblblblvlb."
"You all right there?"
"Yup. All-righty. A-okay. Pheeew." Henderson exhales to steady himself. "Anyway, last thing," he turns back to the backpack, plunges his arm into it, and pulls out a considerably sized box. "your DnD stuff.
"Just in case you wanted to... Prepare the next campaign or something?" he says, not managing to hide the hopeful tone in his voice.
Eddie takes the box as if frozen. His fingers lightly trace the opening of the red metal Box, feeling where the lid connects to the box. The box pops open with a click, and Eddie sets the onto the couch.
There are all his books, his binders, his papers, his figurines, his set of dice. He sifts through the pages, transfixed.
"Eddie?"
"Henderson. Uhm," He sounds more vulnerable than he has ever been, with Dustin around anyway. "I love Hellfire with all of my heart, you know I do."
"Obviously," Dustin nods. Then opens his mouth as if to speak and closes it again. Eddie can see the gears turning. "I feel like there's a 'but' there."
"You lot... Have been through enough shit," Eddie states. "I mean. The name is kind of sullied now."
Dustin mulls it over.
"What about the lost sheep?" He says.
"What about them?"
"False conformity. That's what's killing the kiiiids" Dustin mimics. Eddie snorts.
"You taught us that if liking a game made us freaks, then it was okay to be freaks. You made us feel like... Like we belonged." Dustin asserts. "Not to mention you are the best and most metal DM I have ever had the honor to campaign with."
Eddie doesn't know what to answer to that. He settles for "Obviously."
"Yeah. So let's not let them take that away from us." Dustin insists. "Though we could always change the name," he adds.
"And what do you suggest, Henderson the Great?"
"Hm." Dustin frowns, thinking hard. "Vecna's... middle finger?"
"That's terrible."
"Oh ooh how about 'Biter Bats."
"Right." Eddie shakes his head. "I've decided. Hellfire it was, Hellfire it shall remain."
"Yesssssah!" Henderson jumps on the couch and makes a victory fist.
"Better get to work on that campaign then,"Eddie says. Then after a beat,"wanna help?"
Dustin's jaw drops.
"For real?"
"Yeahp. Not gonna tell you what I'll be planning, exactly obviously but. I could teach you the basics and stuff. If you want." Eddie rubs his neck. Shit he's getting soft.
But it's hard to not be, with Henderson looking at him with such awe, eyes twinkling with excitement. It feels good to be admired sometimes.
"Is that even a question??"
"Okay then. Let's get to it."
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"Ooh. Smells rancid in here." Erica comments when she trudges back in a few hours later, hair still dripping.
Eddie is laying with his stomach on the couch, propping himself up on his elbows. Dustin has papers sprawled all over the tables the opposite couch, the floor, one pencil behind his ear, and one in his hand, frantically writing down what Eddie is dictating.
"Have you been at it all afternoon?" Mike asks.
"Yeah." Dustin answers "We're working on this new monster?"
"It's called—" Eddie interjects, making a 'dramatic reveal' kind of hand movement "the Steve."
"Seriously?"
"Oh a Steve can be terrifying, lady Applejack."
"It sucks at close fist-fights, but give him a bat-shaped object—" Dustin reads from the paper he's holding. "—and the Steve becomes unstoppable. The Steve," he continues "is at its most powerful when it has to take care of someone. It then turns into its ultimate momma-Steve form."
Eddie nods along. "And voilà."
"Eeeh, seems about right." Lucas agrees.
"So," Mike asks Eddie. "you've experienced it too?"
"Oh yeah," Eddie agrees. "Terrifying. And kinda hot, if I'm honest?"
Mike, Lucas, and Erica simultaneously pull a face. "Ugh."
"What-ever," Erica says, and it sounds like 'I am already so done with this shit'. "Is there anything to eat in this house?"
Eddie rolls onto his back, grinning. "Kitchen is over here. Oh and get some popcorn for the ladies upstairs."
Lucas holds his thumbs up, following Erica.
Suddenly, a plastic bag crashes to the floor.
"What," Steve says, looking at the utter chaos that was once his living room "the fuck."
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