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One in Eleven Million (final chapter)
damian wayne x reader x jon kent
(A/N): And we have reached the end! Thank you to everyone who has been following this story and I hope the ending was worth the wait. I also wrote at least some of this and the last chapter while delayed at a train station/on the train so any offhand references I make to either of those things are because of the haha.
And happy new year!
Series masterlist can be found here.
warnings: anxiety, train stations, small amount of cursing
wc: ~1400
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Jon blinked awake to Damian tapping him on the shoulder.
“Huh?”
“We’re almost there,” he said, nodding out the window. Outside, the scenery had changed from the green of Pennsylvania to the cloudy skyscraper city of Gotham. “Alfred’s meeting us at the station. I’ve already asked and he’ll drive them home if they’re comfortable.”
Jon looked over at you. He couldn’t remember if you or he had fallen asleep first, but he felt privileged that you did at all. Sure, some of it might have been the exhaustion of the last day, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t have fallen asleep if you didn’t trust them to be there and wake you up. Based on your complaints about the station there, there was no way you wanted to end up in Newark. Or New York.
Jon shook you gently. You opened your eyes, confused, then sat quickly upright.
“Shit, I fell asleep? I didn’t mean to.”
“If it’s any consolation, so did I,” Jon shrugged.
“I didn’t mean to miss the last hour,” you argued.
“Last hour of what?” Damian stood up in the aisle, pulling Jon’s carry-on out from where he’d tucked it in. Jon grabbed his backpack then helped you pull your suitcase upright.
“Of—thanks Jon—of time left with you guys.” You winced. Maybe that was too honest. Tugging your backpack over your shoulders, you followed Jon towards the exit at the end of the car. Damian stopped at the car door. You braced yourself with your suitcase to avoid toppling over as the train shuddered on the tracks. It really did feel like the plane turbulence from earlier.
“This stop, Gotham Station,” the loudspeaker declared. One thing airplanes have going for them, you thought, better sound systems. The train’s announcements were barely audible. “Doors will open on the right side of the train. Please watch your step.” Anything further was indecipherable under the burbling of the speaker.
“Wait, why did you say the last hour?” Jon asked as the three of you took the escalator up to the station's main area.
“I have no idea how to contact you after this.” You pulled your suitcase over the lip of the escalator with a tug and continued on. Despite the amount of public transportation you’ve taken, Damian seemed to know the station better than you. You followed him as he weaved through the groups of people sprinkled around the area, Jon right behind.
Damian stopped just outside a side entrance, and you moved around to his other side to avoid blocking the door. Jon followed.
“We do all have phone numbers,” Damian suggested pulling out his phone. You assumed he was texting whoever was picking up him and Jon.
“Oh, duh!”
Jon’s excitement made you smile. The thought had crossed your mind earlier, but you’d dismissed it as a non-starter. You felt a little silly for that now.
Jon’s phone was already open to a new contact sheet when he handed it to you. You weren’t sure if you’d ever actually given them your last name or if they remembered ever seeing it on your train ticket or boarding pass, but there was bound to be someone between Gotham and Metropolis that shared your first name, so you added it in anyway. Jon took it back from you and started typing.
Your phone buzzed straightaway. You pulled it out of your pocket, smiling.
“hi :)” the first message read. It was sent to you and a third number. Then “it’s jon”
“Huh,” you mused, reading it. “I’ve never seen anyone spell it like that before. That’s cool.”
You unlocked your phone, opened it to the group chat, and held it out to Damian.
“Would you mind? So I don’t misspell your name?”
Damian muttered an assent and took it from you. He returned it with both contacts filled out.
“Oh, great, thanks.” You chuckled at Jon’s contact. The name, instead of the Jon offered by the initial text, had been filled out as “Jonathan Kent.” Damian’s name, you were proud to say, was spelled the way you imagined it was. The last name was a funny coincidence, you thought, considering he lived in Gotham.
“Wayne?” You asked, about to make a teasing joke.
“Like Bruce Wayne, yes.” Damian said, carefully watching your reaction.
“Like ‘Wayne Enterprises’ Wayne?” He nodded. “Holy shit. Wow, okay, I didn’t expect that. Wow.” You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Some part of you wondered if he was waiting for you to make a comment about his money or his father.
“Why did you take the train with me?” You asked instead. The concrete was rough beneath your shoes, a noticeable contrast from the smoothness of airport flooring. “You could have easily had someone pick you up. Pick both of you up. So why–?”
“Because we wanted to,” Jon answered simply.
“I am not in the habit of making,” Damian hesitated, “friends and then leaving them behind.”
“Yeah,” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “I’m glad we agree on that.”
An unfamiliar black car pulled up beside you. You took a couple steps back. It was nice, but anything unfamiliar, nice or not, wasn’t worth the risk.
Damian, on the other hand, moved in closer. He opened the passenger door and said something to the driver then turned back towards you.
“Do you want us to drop you off at home?”
You hesitated for a moment. Jon was looking hopefully at you. Damian’s “friends” echoed in your head.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “That would be great.”
Jon’s face split into a grin. The corner of Damian’s lips quirked up. There was some warm feeling in your chest at the fact that you caught it. You smiled back.
Alfred Pennyworth, as you learned his name was, stopped the car right outside of your building less than thirty minutes later.
“I’ll get your suitcase,” Jon offered, hopping out of the car as you collected the rest of your things.
“Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.”
“You are very welcome,” he answered.
You shut the door behind you, now face to face with Jon.
“Is a hug okay?” You asked him. “I’m not sure if that’s a thing you do but-“
Jon gives good hugs, you decided immediately. You could feel the weight and warmth of his arms where they circled your shoulders.
“I’ll text you, okay?” He let go, hands moving to shove in his pockets. “I’ll take a picture of Metropolis when I get home and send it.”
You smiled at him; there was something concrete to look forward to. Damian came around the back of the car.
“You’re not a hug person, right?” You asked him. He shrugged.
“Only for certain people.”
You nodded, oddly disappointed. Damian opened his arms.
“Are you sure?” You asked him. He nodded and you let him set the pace, tightening your grip only when he did. Damian was a good hugger too, you realized. You wondered if the older brother you heard of hours ago on the plane and Jon both had something to do with that.
“You guys know where I live now,” you adjusted your backpack over your shoulder and pulled up the handle on your suitcase. “So come visit sometime, okay?” Your gaze wandered over to Jon. “Well if you’re in town, I guess. Metropolis isn’t exactly walking distance.”
Jon chuckled.
“I’m here pretty often.”
Damian scoffed a quiet laugh.
“We will. And keep in touch.”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “You guys too.”
You gave a final wave before heading into your building. A cloud of melancholy followed you inside. You ignored it, pulling dirty clothes from your suitcase to toss in the hamper before heading to take a shower.
Hair dripping but finally clean, you flopped onto your bed, reaching for your phone. Three messages were waiting for you. You answered the one from your parent, asking if you’d gotten home safe. The second was an email. You’d deal with that later, after you got some sleep. The third was a picture from Damian.
He didn’t even make it through my shower, the attached message read. On your screen, Jon was lying on a couch underneath Damian’s large dog. He was fast asleep.
You laughed and replied, then set your phone down. A nap would definitely throw off your sleep schedule, you knew, but Gotham was nocturnal anyway. You slept the afternoon away.
#damian wayne x reader#damian wayne#damian wayne imagine#damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent#damian wayne x gender neutral reader#damian wayne x reader x jon kent#jon kent x reader#jon kent imagine#jon kent fanfiction#jonathan kent imagine#jonathan kent#emerson writes sometimes#one in eleven million
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i have a maybe lukewarm maybe hot take about this godforsaken show that some people could find mean, but i stand behind it, no elaboration (okay, some elaboration in the tags below… a lot of elaboration)
opinion: if you claim to like clara’s dynamic with the doctor and her character development in series 8 and 9, but simultaneously say you hate the impossible girl arc/elevenclara, you don’t actually understand anything about their relationship and what makes it the way that it is
#elaboration: it’s about the parallels. it’s about clara being the object of a mystery; the subject of a story VS writing her own story from#the name of the doctor onwards: refusing to become a puzzle box but taking it a step further and seeking to become the author of the#puzzles. it’s about her being chosen by missy all that time ago; because she was; among everything else; an avatar/projection of her#complicated feelings for the doctor in a way. a proxy that doesn’t know they’re a proxy#it’s about the mirroring of the impossible girl arc and heaven sent/hell bent! clara choosing of her own free will to splinter her identity#into millions upon millions of shards; dying over and over in every reality to save the doctor. compare to: the doctor choosing to spend#millions upon millions of years killing himself; dying over and over for the chance to save his clara.#the intertwined devotion! the complexity of their codependency! none of that would have developed the way it had if not for#clara being eleven’s impossible girl. she had to be a ghost story before she became a love story; and aren’t those two one in the same; as#stated in hide?#clara oswald#the impossible girl#twelveclara#whouffle#whouffaldi#doctor who#dw#peter capaldi#matt smith#jenna coleman#twelfth doctor#twelve#eleventh doctor#eleven#jamie catches up#jamie.txt#elevenclara
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"But here you come just in time, when I can’t see any light that shines, I find your hand to lead me through the day."
— MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT, episode 10
#my school president#mspedit#myschoolpresidentedit#tinngun#guntinn#dailyasiandramas#thaidramaedit#fourth nattawat#gemini norawit#😣😣😣😣 these two#eleven gifs because every shot is important and i already had to delete half of the frames </3#one million different colourings sorry#*m&mgifs#🐢#🦆#(<- following like duck)#let me tell you lyrics :(#‘thank you for never leaving’ :(#u*
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have a snippet of chapter 11, which is a stupid asshole of a chapter because some idiot thought it would be fun to rewrite an entire netflix show or some shit
“Ellie?” he says quietly, catching all of her attention at once. “I have to go back to school.”
Her hand stills mid-air and her face goes through several emotions in a matter of seconds. Steve holds his breath.
“Today?”
He nods, anxiety thrumming beneath his pulse.
“Now?”
“Soon,” he says, pointing at the clock beneath the TV. “When it’s Seven-four-zero.” She doesn’t have all the numbers down yet, or a feeling for the passing of time, but she can recognise the numbers on the digital clock when she has to.
“It’s seven-two-six,” she says slowly, squinting at the numbers.
“Twenty-six,” Hopper says around a mouthful of pancake, and Steve wants to tell him to shut up.
“Twenty-six,” El repeats, unfazed. Steve nods. She holds his eyes for a while longer, and Steve is worried that she will say that he promised he wouldn’t leave her. They talked about this already, multiple times, made a plan of what would happen and when he would be back. Promising that he would always, always come back. And her promising that she would come find him if he didn’t. It was a promise to him, but a threat to the world. And he believed it.
Still, he worries that it might be too soon. Worries that she asks why, because telling her that Eddie Munson was worried I overdosed on drugs rambled at me and told me to kick his ass in school today, and somehow that was the first time anything felt normal again even though it wasn’t normal at all isn’t something that makes sense even to himself.
“Okay,” she says at last, going back to her pancake— but only nibbling on it rather than stuffing the whole thing into her mouth. A testament to the anxiety and worry coursing through her. “But come back.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Promise.”
#steve harrington#el hopper#time travel au#steve & eleven#yes there will be eddie because i miss my boy but also there are a million and one ways for this to go and my head is exploding#there are generally a million and one ways for anything in this chapter to go and i am overwhelmed choosing one option#*internal screaming*#the chapter also isn't pretty. but at this point none of them are huh#might also be chapter 12 depending on how much i add before this 👀
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Them
But as this book:
Please tell me you guys are picking up what I'm putting down
#mike is shara because:#one I kin both of them#two both are enfj#three the vibes#will is chloe for obvious reasons#even though chloe is way meaner than him#but let's just say that's his sassines multiplied by a million because he never had to go through shit#EL IS DEFINITELY SMITH#I love both of them so much#seriously if you guys didn't read IKSW yet please know that Smith is the best character#max is rory#literally the same character#byler#mike wheeler#stranger things#will byers#elmax#eleven hopper#max mayfield#i kissed shara wheeler#also I forgot to mention how Mike is clearly Shara because they're both Wheelers
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I 100% will continue to think that people are echos of those around them
Like, I know people talk about this, but I don't think it works the same way for anyone else the way it works in my mind.
I'm like a pie chart of everyone I've met, and some people only take .02% of the chart, and other people take 34%.
My accent was learned by copying the way people move their mouth, because I can't hear well out of my left ear.
It's a mix of my home town, a British accent, sometimes a little Russian, and so many other parts of the world.
And it all culminates because I met people who talked with that accent and I copied how they talk.
I read a lot, and I mean a lot of books when I was a child, and so my writing style is all of those writers mashed into one.
Some of my mannerisms were learned by going to school in such a large school district, and others were learned by being in and out of the doctors so much, even nowadays.
I am learning and growing and being who I am.
And everyone contributed to making me.
It takes a world to raise a child.
#it takes a village#No#It takes a world#It takes galaxies#It takes two#It takes four#It takes eight billion one hundred eighty-one million six hundred eleven thousand one hundred fifty-five#all to make you who you are#Be proud in who you are#And what you've done#Quills out.
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so many cool characters and so little time (once again, please click for tolerable quality)
#one piece#op#one piece fanart#king#op king#king the wildfire#king the conflagration#such cool titles to be honest#one piece art#i think his design is incredibly cool#but whoever thought to put eleven million buttons on him needs to pay#my art
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"My battery is low, but. It will recharge. I can fight."
Eleven (El) Hopper in Every Episode - Season III
heartbreak hotel!bonus:
#el hopper every episode#eleven#el hopper#stladies#thepartysource#god this was a hard one#not for lack of clips but#because I wanted to choose substantial moments for her#over moments that were 'prettier'#this season for her was so curious#like. just her dipping her toes into the growth that happened S4#but she's always been so caring and protective#and her love for max grew a million times here#ugh I can't wait to see how she comes into her own in S5#my gifs#the me tag#stranger things#in every episode
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who up ignoring the crazy visions of them in la
#chappell roan save me. save meeeeee#i fear i forgot just how badly i wanted to get out of this house a year ago!!#like it's nothing big. it's just ten million little things and i don't fucking fit here. i love it so much but i don't fit#arguably i don't fit at uni either but that's different. i don't fit at uni because i'm socially anxious. i'll fit eventually#not fitting at home feels pervasive and bone deep. but it's fine#alot of it's the lesbianism. at uni i'm just a fail lesbian and it's normal#at home i'm a semi closeted fail lesbian and every time that's Percieved i want to die#like people don't care in the ways that matter. i'm not about to be hatecrimed kicked out etc#but ten million little things!! all the time!! i'm going to scream!!#i shouldn't let it get to me i did this for like four years. this is four months and i've done one already#but fucking christ jesus fuck i hate this!! i have to drive forty minutes to see my friends!! no wonder i never developed social skills!!#i have to hide my phone screen with ninety percent of the stuff i watch bc i can't be arsed having the piss taken out of me!!#whenever someone comes into my room my laptop is on it's homescreen!!#i don't feel comfortable listening to a lot of music out loud because it's embarrassing!!#i'm so scared of being judged all the time and i lived like this since i was eleven really!!#i love my parents but sometimes they say stuff and it's like holy shit!! you kind of suck!! and you're still my friends!!#sorry. normal again. who up feeling the void where their soul should be amirite
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Okay, so Eleven Labs AI voices are SCARY ACCURATE, so that, along with using the music and background sounds and dialogue, make this sound like a real and really demented version of The Pillar of Autumn in Halo: CE.
These AI voices have so much emotion and delivery to the lines. Like at 2:20, listen to how Cortana’s “What is it? Sure, whatever” tone is perfectly I have given up in dealing with this overgrown manchild right now. Just... equal parts scary and amazing, IMO.
The real world implications on how well both audio and video can be deepfaked is a discussion for a whole other time. 😳😬 But for now, please enjoy this authentic-sounding AU episode of “Chief Needs His Airpods.” 👀😉
#halo#halo: combat evolved#halo: ce#normie twice removed#eleven labs ai#deepfake#master chief#cortana#zomg#cortana's increasing dismay made me laugh so much#then the#keyes out baby#chief's i told you not to shout at me and THAT was shouting#😂#chief stealing the marine's airpods 🤣#i love it when the marines complain when you give them a weaker weapon so you can take the better one#so that was perfect#lol#i laughed a LOT at this#this level is one of my favs so i've played it a million times#so that made this borderline hysterical to me#what can i say?#ageless aislynn
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One in Eleven Million (ch. 8)
damian wayne x reader x jon kent
(A/N): So about that getting chapter out quicker thing...I blame tech week
Series masterlist can be found here.
warnings: a little bit of cursing, mild anxiety, airports
wc: ~1500
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Soon apparently meant thirty minutes. The plane’s landing gear hit the tarmac hard. The few shrieks were outweighed by the many sighs of relief, you own included. Jon yanked the window open, squinting. The view of the tarmac went from blurred to clear in the morning sunlight as the plane slowed.
“Tt, finally. Though Philadelphia would not have been my first choice as a welcome back to the East Coast.” Damian pulled his gaze from the window, bending down to resecure the closures on his backpack. Jon’s eyes stayed glued to the window.
“Are all plane landings this rough?”
“Yeah, usually,” you replied. “But it means we’re on the ground, so I don’t mind.”
“Welcome to Philadelphia, ladies and gentlemen. The local time is 9:32 am and the temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit. Apologizes for the early landing but glad we all made it safe and sound. Remember to stop at the help desk if you do need to get your luggage routed to baggage claim or if you would like to take a voucher and find another method of transportation to Gotham. Thank you all for your patience and cooperation and thank you for flying with us.”
“If I ever see the inside of a plane again, it will be too soon,” Jon whined. You turned to see him drop his head on Damian’s shoulder.
“Flying commercial is both unpleasant and inefficient, I concur.” Damian squinted at the standstill line forming at the front of the plane. You stayed carefully silent. The two future trips you had in your calendar burned in the back of your mind.
“But hey,” Jon sat up. “At least we met you!”
You chuckled, maneuvering up and out of your seat into the line of departing passengers before swinging your backpack over your shoulder.
“Yeah,” A bittersweet wave of emotion gripped your heart. “It would have sucked so much more without you guys.”
The deplaning of the flight was the worst you’d ever been a part of. Between panic and desire to leave, everyone was sloppy and on a short fuse. You nearly got whacked in the head with a carry-on bag trying to stand up. You did get elbowed trying to move forwards in the line.
There was no Damian and Jon right behind you this time when you turned around after finally making your way into the airport. The spike of disappointment that drove through your chest caught you off guard. I knew this was going to happen, you reminded yourself. It didn’t make the ache in your chest go away.
“Hi,” you greeted the help desk employee. “I’d like to get my bag routed to baggage claim.” The required materials—your boarding pass, baggage tag receipt, and driver’s license—weren’t hard to produce. In just a few minutes, you were given a new receipt and an instruction to check screens for the baggage claim. The guaranteed “voucher” was to be later emailed, added to your airline account. You stepped off to the side, shoving the new receipt in your pocket. They’re tall, you figured. You’d see them if they were still there. Multiple scans of the crowd later, you didn’t see Damian’s waves nor Jon’s signature glasses. The spike of disappointment morphed into a vice around your chest even as you shoved it down. Your phone, now off airplane mode, buzzed in your pocket. You spun on your heel and headed towards baggage claim. The train you needed to take back home wasn’t going to book itself.
Despite your unfamiliarity with the airport, it was simple enough to follow the signs towards the baggage claim area. You stopped at a restroom on your way there to avoid having to maneuver through one with a full suitcase in tow. The screen was empty of flights from your airline when you arrived, and your phone was blank of any email updates. Instead, you rerouted to the Amtrak app. The train with the lowest fare that also gave you enough buffer time to get your bags and catch the local train from the airport to the station was 2 hours away. The number of your bank balance flashed in your mind.
“Thirty-eight for the train and eight to get to the airport,” you muttered aloud. “Yes I am so willing to spend fifty bucks to finally just be home.” The inevitable expense of a taxi or rideshare back to your home poked at the back of your mind. You ignored it. The voucher would cover the difference later on and that would have to be enough.
A notification banner popped up on the top of your phone screen. The text notification was from the airline, declaring baggage claim three. Sure enough, the screen on the wall said the same thing. Baggage claim number three was farther down. You moved quickly, shoving through other passengers to stand in closer to it. Standing nearby was someone you had a murky recollection of from the boarding line.
All that was left now was to wait.
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Damian bit back a growl as a large man shoved him back into Jon and forced his way farther up the line.
“That’s not getting him anywhere,” Jon muttered. He was half-hoping his powers would spontaneously come back and help them out. “What’s the point?” Damian shook his head.
“If people made sense, Jon, we’d be out of work.” Jon rolled his eyes.
“You’re hilarious.”
Damian chuckled lowly, pulling his carry-on bag from the overhead storage, then Jon’s.
“Damn it.”
A jolt of panic sliced through Jon. His head snapped towards Damian, eyes wide. Jon winced, massaging the back of his neck. That hurt.
“What?”
“We lost them.” He nodded towards the front of the plane. You were gone.
“Shit.”
As much as he wanted to get off the plane, Jon wouldn’t have pushed through the other passengers even with powers at full strength. Especially with powers at full strength. He followed the movement of the crowd as they exited the gate, coming to a stop just beside a stand selling Philadelphia hoodies and t-shirts. Jon eyed them with a not small amount of disdain. He’d pass.
“So we’re not taking another plane-” Damian began.
“Oh fuck no,” Jon interrupted.
“Why do you think I started with ��we’re not’?”
“Right,” Jon could feel his cheeks heating. “I knew that.”
“Hnn. So could it be worthwhile to call someone now? It’s past 9:30, your family should be up. Of mine, Alfred at the very least will be awake at this hour.”
“What’s the other option?”
“We take another method of public transport to Gotham and have Alfred pick us up there.”
Jon thought about it for a moment. Then he thought of you. His hearing was past the point of awful fluctuation, but not good enough to hear across a crowded airport. And he didn’t know your heartbeat. It was a weird thought. Jon thought about it again. That was a weird thought too. But it had been a long time since he’d gotten to know someone without being able to hear their heartbeat.
“Do we know what they’re doing? I don’t think we even talked about it. But I don’t want to leave them alone after all this.” He paused. “That’s not weird, right?”
Damian shook his head.
“No, I agree. Which means your family is out. And waiting for Alfred to drive all the way here and then asking them to get into a car with a complete stranger for two hours is also less than ideal.”
“So public transport it is.” Jon concluded. “Wait, how do we even know they aren’t taking another plane?” Damian smirked.
“They don’t call us the world's greatest detectives for nothing.”
Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian. “You guessed.”
“I formed a hunch based on multiple deductions,” Damian retorted, arms crossed.
“So you guessed.”
“Deduction and guesswork are two different things.”
“Uh huh,” Jon smiled and started heading to the help desk. “Keep telling yourself that.”
The help desk employee guaranteed Damian that the vouchers would be emailed and attached to his airline account. Based on the look on his face, Damian couldn’t care less about them. Jon wanted to hurry up and find you too. But he also didn’t want to be booked into the nearest flight to Gotham. Until he got his powers back in full, Jon wasn’t doing any flying whatsoever, much less flying that involved any sort of metal contraptions.
“Which baggage claim is for this flight?” Damian asked before he stepped away. The airline employee checked her screen.
“Three, but I don’t believe bags have started arriving yet.”
Damian nodded and headed quickly towards the signs leading towards the baggage claim area.
“Thanks!” Jon threw out as he followed, sneakers squealing against the linoleum floor as he hurried to catch up.
#damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent#damian wayne x reader x jon kent#damian wayne imagine#damian wayne#damian wayne x gender neutral reader#damian wayne x reader#jon kent x reader#jonathan kent#jonathan kent imagine#emerson writes sometimes#one in eleven million
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College stress again
#rian’s slay compilation#mmmmmmmmmmm#I know the in-state honors isn’t going to be hard to get into#it’s just gotten so much more competitive#and like. what if I don’t get in? what if it was all for nothing.#there are so many exceptional people in my classes. I don’t stand out. not academically. not with any extracurriculars.#I’m scared. eleven days and the application is due and what if I fail?#what if I fail and all my friends are disappointed bc they all thought I’d be the one to get in to something slightly more prestigious#and it’s not even prestigious! it’s just the honors college.#but a million people wanna go and I’m just not one in a million
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Honestly? I get it. Not even remotely from a ship perspective either.
This woman has said repeatedly in huge publications that she's ready to move on from Stranger Things (I loved it but it's time for other things, El is on my wrist, she's not leaving, etc) ON TOP of not being able to talk about anything as she films for ST AND being there to promote an entirely different film she is deeply proud of.
If I was sitting in front of you there to talk about my new & entirely unrelated movie and you segue'd from asking about it not JUST to talk through a character from a show I'm ready to let go of but also nothing but her failing romantic prospects, I would be 300% finished with you too. I probs would have told her off myself lol
This Millie interview….her reaction to Mlvn I’m crying
They’re so finished
#I wrote that as ABSOLUTELY no shade to OP—cause you're right. they are 100% done and her reaction is hilarious. I JUST#this woman is genuinely tired of playing El and has said so multiple times...on top of a MILLION people giving HER shit for ship choices#ones she doesn't have ONE IOTA of actual control over#I honestly feel so bad for her sometimes. Like. She just PLAYS El. She is not Eleven. Let her have other projects LMDFJASKFJ#I honestly loved Finn's hot ones interview for this EXACT reason. There was almost ZERO “stranger things” talk for its own sake#and definitely no one asking about byler. interviewers being trash is what's on display more than anything. creators deserve better!#st cast#millie bobby brown
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nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.
based off this prompt from the other day :)
contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.
“Alright, listen up,” Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. “We need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.”
“Yes, Chef!” A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmen’s pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line.
“And for table nine, we’ve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So let’s triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?” Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket.
“Yes, Chef!” Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock.
“Table nine, is that- that’s the senator?” Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoria’s station, giving her a curt nod of approval.
“No, that’s table eleven.” Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. “Nine, is… a birthday. Booked online.” Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one.
The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name?
You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. You’d even invited him over to your place a few times, he’d spent the night last week.
Still, Carmen hadn’t managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmen’s life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasn’t purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasn’t ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself.
“Carmen?” Sydney’s voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. “Chef, are you- are you good?” Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows.
“What?” Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richie’s frame blocking most of it. “Sorry, yeah- yeah, I’m good, Chef.”
Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richie’s eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window.
There you were.
Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. He’d actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadn’t felt since junior high.
“Alright, walk five salads to nine.” Sydney called out. “Where’s our runners? God, Richie, can you run-”
“-I got it.” Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it.
“Cousin, I can get it.” Richie frowned.
“No, I-I got it.” Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. “I got it. I’ll be- I’ll just be a second.”
“I don’t- I can’t even handle that one right now.” Sydney sighed in exasperation. “Alright, Chefs. Let’s get back on track.” She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone.
Sugar’s cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it.
From: Richie
‘Look at table nine.’
Sugar huffed.
To: Richie
‘Why? Is there something wrong?’
She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen?
To: Richie
‘Is something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?’
From: Richie
‘No. Cousin wanted to go out there.’
Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end.
Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. “Hey,”
“Hi,” You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. “Everything looks so good.”
“Yeah? Thanks.” Carmen nodded. “I-I didn’t know you were comin’ tonight.”
“I’m sorry.” You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldn’t have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced.
“I, uh, it’s my friend’s birthday.” You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. “And I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.” Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them.
“Yeah, no, that’s really nice. Thank you.” Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didn’t see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. “Why didn’t- Why didn’t you just call me? Tell me you were comin’ in.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.” You muttered softly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d even see us here, I swear. I didn’t mean to bother you or anything-”
“-You’re not bothering me.” Carmen’s voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. “Never a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.”
Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmen’s own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin.
“Alright?” Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge.
“Alright.” You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his.
“How’s everything so far?” Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee.
“Just let me know if you need anything, ok?” Carmen turned to you.
“I will.” You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection.
“Good. I’ll see you before you leave, alright?” Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. “You’re not botherin’ me. ‘M glad you’re here.”
Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight.
Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydney’s gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fak’s wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out.
“Hey, uh, Marcus.” Carmen ignored Richie’s raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue.
“Yes, Chef?” Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing.
“Table nine has a birthday. I was thinkin’ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?” Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face.
“Yeah, Chef, I can do that.” Marcus nodded.
“Thank you.” Carmen nodded. “And Chef? Let me know when it’s ready before you walk it.”
Marcus frowned. “No, it’s not- I just wanna walk it, ok?” Carmen shook his head.
“Alright.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Heard, Chef.”
Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. “So,” Richie hummed. “There a complaint or somethin’? Need me to go talk to ‘em-”
“-No,” Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. “Sorry, it’s- No, I-I don’t need you to do that, Chef. Everything’s good.”
Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”
“No, Chef.” Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. “But, uh, there’s not gonna be a check on table nine.”
“What?” Richie frowned. “Did you mess somethin’ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong it’s my job to know-”
“-No, it’s not-.” Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Look, that’s… The girl on the end? I-I’ve been kinda seein’ her, ya know?” He muttered.
Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. “No shit.” He grinned. “No shit? You-You’re serious?” He turned to look out the window.
“Don’t fuckin’ look.” Carmen hissed. “Look, it-it’s not a big deal, alright? Just don’t-don’t say anything o-or do anything.”
Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger.
This time, Richie held back. He wasn’t sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time.
“Alright.” Richie nodded slowly. “No ticket for nine. Heard.”
Carmen’s foot tapped anxiously. “I mean, right? Th-That’s what I should do right?” Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. “That would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?”
“Yeah,” Richie scoffed lightly. “Jagoff of the fuckin’ year. Makin’ your girl pay to come to your place.”
Carmen’s heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl.
“Walk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.” Sydney called.
Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. “So, you gonna take these out?” He muttered.
“No,” Carmen huffed. “Gonna wait until the cake.”
“Yeah, good idea, Cousin.” Richie nodded with a proud smile. “That when you’re gonna tell them no check tonight?”
“No,” Carmen shook his head. “I don’t- It would feel weird comin’ from me.” He looked up at Richie. “I was gonna let you do it.”
“Yeah, I can handle that.” Richie smirked. “And I won’t say anything, Cousin.” He stopped Carmen before he could say it. “I got you, Cousin. I won’t fuck it up, alright?”
Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmen’s heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.
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Were Stranger Things set two decades later, the army would have been able to track El down by simply finding the source of the viral video "Girl attempts to use psychic powers against her classmate".
Yeah, the internet of the early and mid 2000s didn't exactly bring out the best in us... it has always been thus.
#el#eleven#el hopper#stranger things#hey remember star wars kid?#didn't exactly cover ourselves in glory with that one#fell at the first hurdle#viral videos#look millions of people forming a bully circle is bullying
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'that's got to sting' YEAH. IT DOES. BECAUSE. ARGH.
#mhac.txt#lasso.posting#not that ted knows yet because jamie hasn't said it aloud but.#you KNOW that had to strike a nerve. he gets enough shit FOR his playing.#so to be yelled at for NOT playing must be worse or at least equally as bad#especially with the the one in a million / one of eleven speech some episodes prior and just. trying to recognize his skill#THEN SHIT COMES BACK AROUND WHEN HE'S TRADED BUT DOESN'T REALIZE IT WASN'T *TED*THAT DID IT.#anyway.
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