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waitingonher · 1 year

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44+7 with percy please ?

EMMY'S 100 EVENT CELEBRATION

percy jackson + give me a kiss first. + i'll pay.

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authors note: pls im on fire rn. 3 fics released in 3 days?!?! i LOVE not being in a writing slump! oh and why the employees would let little teenagers hold a $130 necklace?? idk 🤒🤒

the expanse of the jewelry shop almost seems dizzying as you roam through the rows and rows of display cases. you and percy eye a variety of accessories, from diamond encrusted rings to dangly ruby earrings. but as your boyfriend follows only a few steps behind you, he thinks that in comparison, you’re the real jewel here. and yes, he does acknowledge how cheesy that realization is, but with the way your eyes are twinkling at the sight of everything and the way you have that gorgeous smile on display, it doesn’t seem very cheesy anymore.

moments later, you find yourself holding an absolutely gorgeous necklace that’s caught your eye. the way it gleamed and glistened underneath the bright white lighting of the store had you hooked the moment you saw it through the display case. looking up, curious green eyes meet your gaze, brows raised in question, “do you like that one?” percy asks, studying your features.

“yeah, it’s super pretty,” you nod your head with enthusiasm, “i think the color of the jewel goes well with my skin tone,” holding the necklace against your neck, you wiggle your brows.

your boyfriend hums. but not as a sign of agreement, more so just acknowledging your comment, because in all honesty, percy’s never really understood the whole “it goes well with my skin tone” thing. the truth is, your boyfriend wholeheartedly believes that you could pull off any color, and he means any color. throw on the ugliest shade of orange known to mankind and he’d still end up complimenting you.

“how much is it?” percy inquires, mentally going through his wallet. unsurprisingly, if he doesn’t have enough cash for the necklace, your boyfriend would find some way to pay for it. even if it means singing or dancing (very poorly) on the side of the street for some stranger’s pity change.

you didn’t even think of the price. oops. grabbing the tiny tag, you turn it around to read the price, and in big bold numbers, it reads $130. so much for adding it to your jewelry collection. you groan and flip the tag towards percy, “love, look at the price! if only it wasn’t so expensive, then i could-”

“i’ll pay,” percy declares, his voice confident and sure, as if dropping $130 for you was no big deal. for you, having your boyfriend spend that much money on you is absolutely ludicrous. but for percy, he’d spend any amount of cash if it means seeing you happy, and if this necklace that matches your skin tone so well makes you happy, then so be it, “no if’s or but’s. let me pay for it, y/n.”

did you hear him correctly? percy wants to pay for your $130 necklace? of course it’s not unusual for him to offer to pay for your things, because he always does. but the thing is, he always ends up paying for it in the end. and you fear that today is going to be the same.

you wave your hand in dismissal, “no, i can’t let you do that. besides, i bet they have some cheaper knockoffs online,” your mind already fills with all of the sites you could check, and you hope this argument makes your boyfriend back down.

percy quirks a brow, “and does a cheaper knockoff guarantee good quality?” he knows you, so he knows your vehement hate for crappy jewelry that’ll end up rusting or oxidizing after a couple of showers.

“okay, well i guess not, but-”

“come on babe, you already know how this is gonna end,” percy gives you a knowing grin, as if he’s replaying all your past dates in his head, “so let’s skip the bickering and get to the part where you let me pay for this necklace.”

boy, is he determined. you sigh, knowing that no matter what you do or say, percy will somehow figure out a way of getting you and the necklace to the register, “fine. but i’m covering lunch today, okay?”

your boyfriend nods his head, “sure,” but his less than eager tone coupled with his overly exaggerated smile makes you not very sure if you’ll be able to actually spend any money today, “now let’s go pay.”

with that, you and percy head in the direction of the register, his hand on the small of your back as you lead the way. yet again, another win for your boyfriend.

“y/n, wait,” percy reaches for your shoulder and turns your body around to face him. he can’t let you walk away with a free necklace, can he? you hum in reply, awaiting his response. good, his brain is finally working and he’s going to say nevermind, you think. a win for you! or so you think, “give me a kiss first,” percy adds, his straight face morphing into a cocky smirk. not a win for you.

but hey, who are you to deny a free necklace and a kiss from your boyfriend? you shake your head and roll your eyes at him, but percy can’t help but look at your smile. now that’s what he wants to see, your beautiful, beautiful smile. your boyfriend leans down as he gently cups the sides of your face and places a kiss on your lips. it’s short and it’s soft, but it’s perfect. and it may be even more perfect than the very necklace in your hand.

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silentcryracha · 1 year

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Hi babes 🦋 really love your writings and can’t wait to read more

Wanted to request a most to least Skz 🩵 Who do you think it’s more likely to stand up for their partner in front of mean people? Maybe some family members or strangers ?

Hi!! Thank you so much darling, I appreciate it <3

As for the request, I'm gonna keep it quite vague on the context but give some options maybe? I'm also 100% that all the members would defend a loved one equally but I'm gonna make this as who I'd think would 'react' more, hope you'll like it <3

Warnings: some cursing, vague mentions of toxic people/situations

Word count: 3.1K

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Chan - I feel like in his case his foreign-influenced upbringing may play a part in why he's so high in the 'ranking'. Ironically I feel like he'd be more inclined to be 'chill' in a random situations, maybe with some strangers or people he doesn't know.

For example if someone made an inappropriate comment or offended you he'd either give them a death glare and move on, telling you to ignore them, or if they were being more insistent/got too close etc he'd vocally defend you and would be more than willing to throw hands. He's a very protective person and thinks that protecting the ones you love it's a given, like an obvious thing?

Which is why I'm convinced that if the abuse came from people that are supposed to be closer to you, like friends, relatives or even parents, he won't stand for it. Especially if it's someone older than both of you and should know better in general. Call it the oldest son/leader responsibility or simply good sense, that's how it is for Chan.

He would get riled up quite easily but also be quick to decide if the situation was worth it you or him being upset. In the first case he'd just get frustrated and gently ask you to leave those people that simply did not deserve you listening to them/being in their presence. In a more upsetting case, he still wouldn't throw hands because that's not a random person and in general wouldn't get that low, but he definitely would get vocal about defending you.

And who knows, maybe even throwing back some truth in their faces or venomous words, but wouldn't go further than that and just leave. He for sure would have a talk with you about how you deserve better and that no one is tying you down to these assholes anyway.

Jisung - He is not a mean person. Nor is he an aggressive or rude person. BUT, I bet that in the right (or wrong, in this case) situations he would definitely beat someone's ass the fuck up. Both for himself but mostly to defend someone he loves.

He seems to be someone that needs some time to trust people and in general just really likes to mind his own business, so imagine a random asshole just you know, being an asshole, unprovoked? That'd definitely make his 'first warning' go off. As in 'maybe if I'm the bigger person and pretend I didn't hear they'll shut the fuck up'. Just to avoid getting you and himself upset mostly.

But then surprisingly (not) the stranger doesn't stop. So the second red flag lights up, which is the 'I'm gonna tell this cunt to shut up and leave us/me/them alone'. Hopefully it works, but if it doesn't he's gonna start to square up QUICK. Like 'You wanna repeat it again, asshole?' kind of threat. God forbid it does come to throwing hands, but he would 100%. Fuck the minding your own business, anxiety and all that, at that point he'd be seeing red.

If we were talking about friends he'd be even less patient, I think. Friends aren't supposed to offend and disrespect you, plus he would have more confidence in telling them to shut the fuck up. Depending on the situation I think it'd start with him calling them out, then arguing and only, ONLY, if it gets really really bad, throw hands.

If it was a family/relatives issue I feel like it's the situation in which he'd just straight up refuse to let his anger get over him. Both because of his culture, but also because it is not uncommon at all to have shitty relationships with family members, and knows that the only solution is actually just getting away. Not shoving things under the rug or submit, but to be the bigger person. I feel like he may have an outburst only in a very upsetting situation, but other than that he'd just make sure to drag you away and remind you that their words aren't the truth.

Hyunjin - He's a quiet person. He may seem dramatic but in general he actually seems quite shy and reserved. He'd probably let slide things about himself, to be honest. But about you? About his loved one? Absolutely NOT. If he is friends with you/is your partner, you must take for granted that you're most likely perfect in his eyes. He just seems like someone who loves very much and completely, like the kind that would get offended in your place if you made a bad comment about yourself. So just imagine some random bitches lol

He would try to be more calm in a potentially dangerous situation with a stranger, I think. He's someone who'd definitely start by giving a massive side eye, then call out a 'Yah!' followed by an invitation to shut the fuck up, and then a full blown argument but again, if the things might've for some reason gone south, he would've called the police or something.

Like Jisung but in general anyone, I think, I feel like he wouldn't let slide any actual offense or disrespect. If it was about you I think people around him would, and should, know better than to even get you involved in a joke, so imagine that. If it was something seriously fucked up it would be a deal breaker for their friendship. Definitely argue and call names.

If the situation was about family I feel like he would be more 'used' to it and just roll his eyes and tell you to move on and don't even listen to them. I feel like he's be one of those who would really like to be liked by a SO's family and friends, but he's also one who 'treats people based on how they treat him' and I feel like it would apply for someone he loved. I truly feel like he's way more protective and intimidating than he comes across. So it wouldn't be surprising if he acted cool and calm with you but then disappeared to have a 'casual talk' with a specific person, effectively shutting them up I imagine.

But more than an outburst I feel like that if the situation called for it he'd be able to handle his words very well and 'hit' where he needs to without even lifitng a finger. And then just leave with you and make sure to remind you how worthy and beautiful you are to him and the other people who actually love you and value you.

Changbin - Already generally comes off as intimidating at first glance. Big, strong boy, serious face. Of course we know he's a sweetheart but the weirdos on the street don't so I feel like there's a very good chance that a lot of them would watch their mouth beforehand. If Binnie did manage to hear something, I'd picture him as someone who wouldn't exactly give a side eye, but would find a more subtle way to make their presence known.

Like clearing his throat, striding a chair slightly and so on. If the person if question wasn't taking the hint, then he'd confront him, menacing but still not aggressive in the slightest. And then again if these assholes had a death wish then It would be likely that they'd get a punch or two. Not to start an actual fight, Changbin doesn't want that. He just wants to shut their mouths up and leave, just as calmly as he came. He knows his strength and would analyze the opponent beforehand, if they're drunk, intoxicated or just stupid.

But then again he's also someone who would smell a dangerous situation miles away and would rather call the police before lifting a finger. He'd be way more worried about your safety than his.

If the offense came from friends, he could turn a blind eye for himself, as soon as he knew that they were bad jokes and nothing more. But for you, he wouldn't have that patience. Especially if you're not a person who generally sticks up a lot for themselves, he'd take it as his job to defend you and even argue with these people. Eventually leaving them be and bringing you home with a promise to introduce you some new, nice people that would've treated you right.

With family members, I feel like he's someone who's been pretty well supported thought his life, so maybe seeing your family treat you so poorly would absolutely crush him. On an emotional level at first, because he feels sorry that you didn't have a good environment to grow up in, and then the anger would settle in. He'd still be collected and respectful, not acting out or bursting in front of anyone. He'd just rather for you to not listen to them at all, and gently remind you how loved you are by him but not only, and that you don't have to deal with them if you don't want to.

Felix - Felix is someone who looks quiet and likes to be nice to people, mind his own business. I feel like stupid comments about himself wouldn't really faze him, or maybe he'd just pretend he didn't hear them and internalize them. But if they were about you, he wouldn't be happy at all. At first if it was just someone nagging or being annoying he'd tell you to ignore them and move on, but if they became insistent then he'd start to get riled up.

He'd still be pretty cool, but be firm in asking them to leave you alone. If they still didn't comply, I can't promise this man wouldn't make good use of his multiple belts in Taekwondo. But it would be something very technical and specific just to scare them off. If he thought that you could be in a dangerous situation he would've called someone.

I feel like it could happen to him to not get a joke or two, and brush it off because he doesn't want to think that a friend would have bad intentions, but if it upsets you or it starts to become a pattern he's gonna immediately stand up for you. He'd not so nicely hint at them to stop and apologize, but if they didn't then he would get into an argument, but more like a scolding. 'You should be saying this shit to people, they have consequences' and all that. Would probably make you leave and tell you to find better people to hang around with.

If it was about family, it's gonna be easier for Felix to let loose with his mouth I think. Because he, like everyone, knows that sometimes families can't be the happiest on earth, which is fine and it wouldn't have killed him to act nice in front of them for some hours. But he would also not forget what you told him about them and all the way that they've treated you. He would recommend you to cut ties, but if for some reason you struggled to do that he would support you no matter what. In a difficult situation he would never yell nor use his hands, but he would be very honest to their faces and say that they don't deserve your kindness, and then leave.

Minho - Minho is another one who's quiet and reserved in public. I'm sure he's polite enough but I wouldn't say trustworthy with strangers. He looks like someone who values respect in all its forms. Respect of the rules, of the ambient, animals, people. But he also just enjoys people not being in his business.

Which is why, in the eventuality of an unfortunate encounter with a stranger, he'd have different reactions. If the target was him he'd just straight up not give a fuck, but if it was you he would get slightly annoyed. He simply wouldn't have ANY type of care for what a random cunt in a bar said about the love of his life, pft. He'd roll his eyes and move on. He is protective, but he doesn't want to baby you at the same time.

That person would manage to get his actual attention only if he showed signs of being dangerous, in that case depending on the situation he'd either handle it himself (he also has a few medals in Taekwondo) and then leave, preferably with only a fake punch to scare him off. But then again if it was something even more serious he'd call the police and shelter you with his body of he has to.

If the offense came from a friend I feel like that would be the worst scenario for him. Or at least for his character, I think. Because, again, he is someone who truly doesn't give a shit about people that he doesn't know, but If someone that he (or you) would consider a 'friend' happened to disrespect or offend you personally, he'd lose it. He wouldn't stay silent, his confidence and knowledge about the person would give him the upper hand to get back at them. A lot of arguing and venomous words coming out of his mouth. Apology with tears or it's a deal breaker.

Speaking of family ties, he'd just straight up tell you to cut them. Like the adult he is he knows that everyone can have issues sometimes, but when the 'issues' become abuse perpetrated in time then it's time to say bye bye. If he was aware of some shit that you had to go through because of them he would encourage you to not even bother to show up at gatherings and stuff like that. He would make an exception ONLY to officially meet your parents, at least once. He'd be respectful but probably not too warm to them, if they were the issue. Unless something escalated quickly he wouldn't have opened his mouth, but otherwise he may throw out some reality checks in his sharp manner, and probably shut them up. Then you'd leave and he'd make sure to make you feel ten times more loved.

Seungmin - He looks like he's a menace and he probably is under some circumstances, but he's also a very shy person I think. AND is another one who, I think mostly out of culture, has a high value for respect. In his case, for people older than him.

If something did happen with a stranger, he'd be more willing to scare him off right away with a 'Leave us alone, freak' or some other snarky comment. In the unfortunate case that the person doesn't give up, he's gonna square up, but secretly hoping to not actually throw hands. He'd probably look around for people to gather and at the very least be witnesses. If the situation is dangerous he'd call the police even before approaching the individual. He doesn't want to risk, for either of you.

He's reserve the same snarky energy for friends. He's someone himself who loves to tease other people but I feel like he genuinely would never purposefully hurt someone, so that's where he'd draw the line. If it was about himself he'd probably tell the person to fuck off, and if it was about you... Well he'd do the same but he'd definitely be WAY more mad. He doesn't want you to be hurt in general, and depending on the issue he would get more or less mad. I'm not 100% that he'd throw hands with a known person, I think not but still. In any case he would stand up for you and take it seriously.

If it was about family, especially elders like parents or grandparents, I wouldn't expect him to react much. Unfortunately I feel like the most he'd do is act coldly and try to take you away as soon as possible, but wouldn't dare to raise his voice or argue with them. It's not about fear or him not wanting to protect you, it's something else so much deeply engraved in his brain that stops him. I feel like he wouldn't even talk shit about them, he'd just straight up focus on you and encourage you to cut ties of you wanted to. In general he would be 100% supportive.

Jeongin - Jeongin also seems like a pretty reserved person. And also someone who just wants to live life well and possibly without assholes around. He mentioned how he was bullied when he was little, so I'm sure that he may know a thing or two about that.

Seeing a stranger behave like an asshole towards anyone would get him in the worst mood, in general. But strangely enough he wouldn't react of it was about him. He wouldn't react if he was about you either, but he'd constantly make sure that you're okay and try to distract you. If the person wasn't leaving you alone then at first he'd ask politely, but was probably already with his phone in hand to dial the police number, mainly to scare off the son of a bitch. Which hopefully would run, otherwise the cops were already on the phone. He wouldn't take absolutely NO chance of either of you getting hurt, or causing chaos in public.

In the friends group he messes around a lot but is also the first one to tell people to chill whenever things get heated for some reason. He's quite protective of you just because he cares so much, so of course he doesn't want to see you hurt. If it was one of your friends, then he'd either let you handle it how you thought best, but would make a snarky comment to him for good measure, and probably recommend you change up friends.

If it was one of his, he'd be heartbroken. He's not someone who opens up easily in general, and now a person that was supposed to love him and support his was insulting his partner? Hell no, he'd get quite mad and at that point I can see a lot of words flying around in your defense. It could cause a whole end for a friendship, depending on how bad it was.

With family members I still feel like he'd just try to be nice, or play nice in general because he doesn't want bad blood nor the risk of them not liking him, because as a consequence it would make you look bad. He'd support you and listen to your whenever you needed but he wouldn't actually mix himself with them. He'd let you handle it but would be very willing to give you advice. I can't even picture him fighting at all, in a shitty situation he'd just take your hand, get up and say 'We're leaving, dinner was nice but the company, less'

Would definitely talk shit about them with you tho, absolutely.

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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 9 months

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Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone (Part 2)

Pairing: Jim Hopper x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: This is a continuation of "Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone" where the reader is a secretary at the Sheriff's Department and Hopper drives her to and from work everyday. Hopper gets worried when he finds out the reader is sick and decides to take care of her. This story is the aftermath and set a few days after the reader has recovered. Set before the events of Season One of Stranger Things.

Tropes: Mutual pining, angst, fluff, grump x sunshine, age gap (reader is fresh out of college), jealousy, shy reader

Warnings: No Smut, mostly fluff, self-deprecating talk, indecisiveness, occasional cursing/a lot of cursing, Hopper is a little OOC, contains a few references to sex (I'm going to label this one mature just in case, only because of Sandra.)

Word Count: 4.7k (I'm so sorry- but not really because it's great)

There is a minimal use of (y/n). Any references to the reader besides the (y/n) is done using "your" or "you."

Internal monologue is done in italics

Honestly, this is kinda self-indulgent, but absolutely necessary. If you don't like, don't read. If you do like, you're my favorite!

ENJOY!

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Exactly four days later you feel 100 times better and are ready to go back to work. Hopper hadn't stopped by again, but he had called to see how you were feeling and if you needed a ride to work. You glance at your reflection in the mirror trying not to cringe at the memory of Hopper peeling you off the bathroom floor and tucking you into bed.

UGH. I can't believe he saw me like that. You groan to yourself. All stuffy, hoarse, and drippy. EW. You internally curse Marcie for bringing back the illness from work. But then you thank her.

You had spent an entire day with Jim Hopper and you weren't scared. It wasn't that you were afraid of him hurting you, but rather that you were shy and usually couldn't think of too much to say to him without blurting out how nice you thought he looked.

He made you soup, carried you to bed, and carried you to the couch. Your cheeks warm with the memory of how perfect it felt to be held against his large chest, how his arms seemed to be made to carry you. You glance at my reflection in the mirror, thinking about putting on some of Marcie's makeup.

After Jim had seen you sick, you thought that maybe today you should try harder to dress up to erase the image of your feverish and leaky self the other day. You stutter on the thought of his name. When he left you hadn't meant to say it, you just wanted to call him by his first name because what he was doing felt personal and in that moment calling him Hopper, sounded wrong.

Maybe I scared him. You snort at the thought of scaring a man almost three times your size.

You were aware that your feelings for Hopper had passed work colleagues and friends a while ago, and you had been successfully ignoring them, until he showed up like a knight in shining armor and took care of you when you were sick.

I mean the man peeled me off the bathroom floor and TALKED TO MY MOTHER.

You flinch at that though. That had been increasingly awkward when she demanded to know if you were sleeping with your boss, a question that Marcie asked you when Hopper left and she came out of the shower with a wide smirk. When you said no she then tried to convince you that he wanted to, but you shook her off and went to bed.

Bed being a relative term, because every time you closed your eyes you thought about how good it felt to be pressed against him when he carried you.

That entire day all you could think of was that it seemed like maybe he had feelings for you too, but then when you hugged him and said his name he bolted.

You sigh to yourself, applying a small amount of mascara to your lashes, that you will inevitably rub off, and spritz your tangerine perfume twice in the air before glancing one more time in the mirror and walking to the living room.

Hopper's car appears in the driveway and you practically float out the front door, smiling to him through the windshield before looking down at the ground with red cheeks.

"Hi." You smile at him while climbing up into the car with as much grace as you can muster.

"Hey." His smile is wide, but his voice sounds a little hoarse.

"Oh no are you getting sick. I'm so sorry-"

Hopper clears his throat. "It's okay I'm fine."

"Well just let me know and I can make you some chicken soup, return the favor- ya know." You smile wider moving closer to the middle of the car, to bump your knee against his.

"Yeah." Hopper leans away, making you feel like a bucket of ice water has been dropped on you.

What did I do?

"Well I made you some lemon squares anyway." You reach into your purse before pulling out the container to give it to him.

"Lemon Squares?" The corner of his lip quirks.

"Yeah I made them from scratch."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. It's what I wanted to do before I started working at the department." You place the box on the seat between you.

"Make lemon squares?"

"No. Open a bakery." You blush looking out the window of the car and thinking of all the plans you had. "Now that kinda feels like that is on the back burner for a bit, just until I get more comfortable in Hawkins."

"I didn't know you liked baking that much." He looks over at you curiously from under the brim of his hat in a way that makes you believe that he sees right through you.

"Yeah I went to a fancy schmancy baking school and everything and I was going to open a bakery where I lived, but Marcie called, said she had cheap rent here and we always said we would be roommates so-" You shrug your shoulders. "Ended up here."

"And you hate it?" Hopper offers.

"No. It's just different." You smile over at him. "I actually really like working at the department, everyone's really friendly."

He snorts. "Not everyone."

"So what? You're a little grumpy, I think it's kinda cute-" As soon as the words pass through your lips you suddenly think that you've said something wrong, because Hopper's entire body goes taunt and he looks away out the windshield. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" You begin to apologize, blushing deeply.

You honestly hadn't meant to say it, but it was all you thought when you walked by his office door and saw him scowling down at some paperwork on his desk or when Callahan would ask him a stupid question before Hopper had his coffee.

"It's okay." Hopper's voice is tight, but he doesn't look at you in the minute that follows before he pulls into the parking lot of the station. He practically jumps from the car before he puts it in park, which you don't understand because you believe it should be you that's embarrassed. You didn’t think it would offend him so much.

Your cheeks are still burning with embarrassment as you walk behind him through the front doors, that he holds open for you, without making eye contact.

"Hey (y/n)! Good morning! I got you coffee." Callahan gestures with a full mug in his hand so enthusiastically he spills some of it on the stack of papers on the edge of your desk.

"Oh-um- thanks Callahan." Your smile is tight lipped, still too focused on what just happened in the car to give Callahan your full attention.

Callahan usually said hello before his shift and did occasionally bring you coffee. And although you thought he was sweet, he was too sweet. You preferred Hopper's grouchiness to Callahan's happy go lucky attitude, but still appreciated Callahan's positivity in the office.

Hopper growls something under his breath and sidesteps around Callahan to get to his office without looking back. Callahan follows behind him obediently asking Hopper about something that happened yesterday.

You sit down at your desk and try really hard not to cry, but every second sit there what you said and Hopper's reaction chase each other round and round in your head.

How could I be so stupid? How could I say that? He's your boss- you shouldn't be trying to get close to him.

At lunchtime you try again.

Your knock at his office door is light, but after an audible pause he tells you to come in. Hopper's eyes are focused on the stack of papers in front of him, cigarette still smoking in the ashtray, and although you know he's working, you have the sneakiest suspicion that he is faking. The Hopper before this morning usually looked up as soon as you walked in and smiled, ignoring the stack of papers on his desk no matter how tall it was- but not today, not in the aftermath of your slip-up.

"Hey I just thought I'd bring you a lemon square to go with your lunch." You smile at him, hoping that he will acknowledge your entry into the room.

"Uh-thanks." He doesn't look up.

You place it just on the edge of his desk just out of his vision, waiting for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. His gaze remains leveled at the paper. So you turn to go, defeated.

"Hey (y/n)-"

You whirl around, your heart surging-

"Um I'm going to be a little late tonight. Maybe you should call Marcie to come get you." He says it plainly, controlled, still looking down at the file.

"Oh-um-okay." Your heart breaks inside your chest and tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, but you hold back the tears. "That's alright I hope you don't have to stay too late."

You practically run to the bathroom before the tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, soft sobs shaking your shoulders. Why did I do this? Why couldn't I have kept my big mouth shut? Pretend that I didn't have feelings? The mascara you applied that morning blurs and stains the soft skin below your eyes. You spend another 8 minutes in the bathroom trying to remove it and finally when you emerge from the bathroom with bloodshot eyes and bright pink skin, your day somehow gets worse.

Sandra breezes past your desk as soon as you sit down. Damn Sandra. You have to clench your teeth together to avoid the slew of curses that bite against the tip of your tongue.

"Hopper." She purrs sauntering over to catch Hopper just as he leaves his office. She's wearing a dark red dress that hugs her every curve and runs one hand through her perfectly curled black hair where two plastic earrings tangle into the strands.

What person wears a dress that revealing to work? You think to yourself, watching Sandra flash her perfectly tan skin when she pulls off her sweater, before leaning into Jim with a sickening smile.

You force your eyes onto a piece of paper on my desk, but the words all blur together into a haze of black and white.

Sandra was in essence... everything you wanted to be. She was confident, sexy, and beautiful. She also wasn't afraid to say what was on her mind, that became increasingly apparent when Hopper first started driving you to and from work and she cornered you in the bathroom.

*4 Months Ago*

"So you and the chief are getting cozy-" She was waiting at one of the vanity mirrors for you to come out of a stall while applying a fresh coat of dark red lipstick.

"Um I don't think we-" You had practically jumped when she appeared outside your stall door. Sandra hadn't said two words to you since you started working at the department. She worked in the call room and answered the phone, while you worked in the main lobby with Flo.

"Look Honey I’m gonna give you some advice, because I’ve seen this happen more than once.” She makes eye contact with you, still swiping the dark colored stick back and forth, purposely plumping out her lips. “Sure he seems interested in you now, maybe he takes you out once or twice, laughs at your jokes, pays for dinner, is just the right amount of charming- Jim Hopper is the smoothest man who knows how to work any woman under him.” She pauses with a sigh. “He’ll screw your brains out- and it will be incredible, mind blowing-but at the end of the day Hopper is damaged goods. Can’t get it together enough to stay with a woman for more than one night, of course we seem to be closer than the others…” She trails off proudly with a shrug, before putting her lipstick in her purse and taking out a tube of mascara. “But I’m warning you now, you can’t have a relationship with him. He's only good for one thing and definitely not boyfriend material. Anything he says to you before he gets you in bed, is just a lie, broken promises. I've seen it time and time again, all these women who think they can change him. But no. He doesn't change. All that shit with his daughter and his ex-wife messed him up for all of us, which really is a shame because damn I’d like to have him all the time.” Sandra sighs mournfully.

She doesn’t even care what he’s been through, doesn’t even care what he feels. You stand there in stunned silence, trying to stop the all encompassing rage that surges up with her words. How dare she simplify him to just a piece of meat? Jim Hopper is one of the most kind, compassionate men that I've ever met. And yes maybe at the beginning he ignored me, which I've got no idea why, but he's not just something to be used for sex, he's a person. And that's horrible to act like what he went through was nothing. He lost his daughter to CANCER and then he had a divorce. Who wouldn’t be effected by that? I see everyday how it hurts him.

“But if he’s going to be with anyone it’s me. Because we make sense. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” She says swiping her right eye one last time before throwing the mascara in her purse. “He’s definitely not going to want a relationship with someone half his age with no experience. And he always comes back to me.”

“I'll keep that in mind.” Your jaw is clenched together, holding yourself back from throwing down with a coworker. But oh how she deserves it.

“Good.” Sandra winks. “Bye sugar.”

*Present Time*

You flash out of the memory before grabbing a pen from one the cups on your desk so you can pretend to be writing something when in reality you're shamelessly eavesdropping on them and trying not to notice how Sandra is dragging her claw-like hand across the front of his chest.

"Hey Sandra." Hopper tips his hat with his free hand. You can hear the smile in his voice.

"I was hoping that tonight maybe you could come over? We just had such a nice time the other night and I was thinking that we should do that more often." You don't miss Sandra glance over at you when she says it.

You suddenly wonder how accurately you can throw the pen.

"Uh well." He chuckles.

"You didn't have a good time? Well it sounded like you were having a good time." She presses again, this time sending a flirty smile at him.

I'm going to throw up.

Honestly you had thought about being with Hopper once-well- more than once, but it wasn't just to reduce him to sex. It was because you loved him and you wanted him to just-. You watch the way he looks at Sandra, smiling down at her. You wanted him to look at you the way he looks at her.

He hesitates. "I did."

Hopper glances over Sandra's head at you, catching your gaze, but you immediately drop your eyes, blushing at getting caught. A sickening feeling fills your chest imagining them together, thinking of how he makes her feel, how she makes him feel.

Maybe he really likes her and he's just afraid to tell her or is afraid of the commitment. You consider sadly. I need to just get over this, move on. It’s only going to make working here harder. Plus he’s my boss. Might as well set boundaries… You think about the other day when he took care of you, held you close to his chest so tightly it didn't seem like he was just being friendly. He made me soup, tucked me into bed, carried me to my bed. How can he go from that to barely looking at me? Hot to cold so quickly that I feel like I'm covered in frostbite and sunburnt at the same time?

"Good. I'm free at 6 and I stay up late. Bring some more of that wine, you know how it makes me do crazy things." She winks, before kissing Hopper on the cheek and sauntering away, but not before glancing at you one more time with a smirk.

And there's the answer. He'd rather spend time with her.

You see her pouting her lips in the mirror again, making you feel inferior with just a look. Maybe that's why he doesn't like me, because I'm too young? Inexperienced? It's not like I'm a child. It wouldn't be that weird to date me would it?

You watch him turn and walk back to his office avoiding eye contact with you the whole way, making something tug at your heart as he does. Will today be the last day he drives me to work? All because I said that I thought it was cute that he was grumpy? Maybe this is because he's worried I have feelings for him and he just wants to be friends, which he's right I do, but I wish that he would just tell me, not avoid me!

The next few hours trickle by in a haze while you sit at your desk and try to pretend your heart isn’t broken. Hopper passes exactly twice and both times he doesn’t acknowledge you.

Just like old times I guess. You think about the two months before he started driving you home, when you were still relatively new and he avoiding speaking to you and would give you a tight-lipped smile occasionally that never reached his eyes, for a reason he never explained. You thought it was because he hated you, but it changed when he started driving you home and you hadn't ever asked.

When it’s finally time for you to go you don’t bother to call Marcie, instead you just begin to walk the 1.23 miles home and of course as soon as you leave, it begins to rain.

Exactly 30 seconds after you leave the station you're soaked to the bone and shivering, but you refuse to go back to the department.

I can’t go back and see him again. Everyone else has probably left by now anyway and the last thing I want to do is catch him sneaking off to Sandra's. He probably wasn't staying late at work, just needed an excuse not to take me home ever again.

Tears fall from your eyes blending with the rain that trickles down your cheeks, making your hair tangle in a wet mat at the nape of your neck, but you don't care. Within 30 minutes I'll be home curled up on the couch after a hot shower, bawling my eyes out properly while Marcie hands me a pint of ice cream from the freezer. You raise your eyes to look at the desolate sidewalk ahead. Just a little longer.

Cars pass you along the road, illuminating your body for a moment before vanishing into the darkness beyond. Each yellowed streetlight stands like a beacon, but all they do is illuminate the raindrops that swirl from the heavens and soak through your thick sweater, that you guessed smelled like a wet dog right about now.

Appropriate because I probably look like a drenched poodle.

Finally a car races past you so fast you feel the wind tear across your body, but instead of vanishing into the night, the car screeches to a halt in the road. The driver shuts off the vehicle, and you watch them maneuver their large figure from the car, before stomping around to the sidewalk where you are walking with your arms wrapped around yourself.

Fear trickles down your back and you think about running. Your mother had sent you countless bottles of pepper spray and despite Marcie's incessant pleas for the two of you to take the only self-defense class in Hawkins, you weren't prepared for something like this. The pepper spray she sent was still on your desk and the self-dense class never seemed to be at the right time for you both to fit it into your schedule. Right about now you wished that you made time.

You prepare to run, when finally the street light above the imposing figure catches the face of the driver beneath his hat and you realize that it's Hopper. He towers over you, glaring down from under his hat.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? I TOLD YOU TO CALL MARCIE TO PICK YOU UP!" He roars dark eyes flashing in the night.

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE OUT HERE WALKING IN THE RAIN ALONE! DAMN IT (Y/N) YOU WERE JUST SICK-"

"Just leave me alone Hopper. Or better yet just get in your car and go to Sandra’s." You shout back, finding your voice.

Who did he think he was? My dad? He drives up out of nowhere, scares the crap out of me, and then he starts yelling at me for no good reason.

"Sandra?" He looks taken aback.

And then whatever shred of self-control you have crumbles.

Tears pour from your eyes like a flood as you curl further into yourself. "I don't understand why you're so mad at me. If this is about what I said in the car, I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you I just-" Another sob chokes your next words. “Please just forget it happened so we can just go back to being friends. I don't want to go back to the way things were before you started giving me a ride. I like talking to you and riding with you and I don't understand what I did to make you hate me so much in the beginning, but please-"

Hopper closes the distance between you so quickly that you don't have time to move away in surprise. His hands go around your waist lifting you up in his arms so he doesn't have to bend down to kiss you. His lips moving furiously against yours, wet from the rain but just as soft as you imagined, mustache tickling your upper lip in a maddening dance that makes you sigh into his mouth.

Your hands gently catch the sides of his face looking into his wide eyes. He's looking at you like he can't believe what he just did.

He looks afraid.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.” He begins to lean away, hands lowering you to the ground.

You pull him against you and kiss him as deeply as you can, trying to tell him that you want this too, that you want him. "Please don't push me away again." Your words are exhaled in one breath, tears still falling from your eyes.

"I just-" Jim's eyes are wide, but he presses his forehead against yours with a sigh. "I don't want to do this to you, (y/n). I can't-"

"What are you talking about?" Your thumbs rub against his cheekbones, feeling the scratch of his stubble against your soft fingertips.

"I tried to stay away from you because you're so different than me.” He grumbles lowly. “That’s why I didn’t talk to you when you first started workin' at the department.” Hopper looks ashamed of himself, the brim of his hat shielding his eyes from you. "I didn't want to like you like that."

“We’re not that different.”

“We are. You're like the sun (y/n). You brighten a room just by walking in it, hell, just by saying your name.” His eyebrows furrow together and he sighs again. “And I'm just an old grump. I don't want to ruin you or make you-"

You kiss him as softly as you can and he kisses you back confirming that he really doesn't want to push you away. "Jim, you're not going to ruin me. And yes you're grumpy but I think it's cute."

"I've heard." Hopper smiles, but then he frowns when he remembers what happened earlier. "I'm so sorry about today. When you said that in the car the only thing I thought about was how it couldn’t work and it made me think about you and Callahan. And then he was standing there with your coffee-“

“Jim, there is no me and Callahan. The only thing I want is you and me.” Your forehead leans against his. “You might see yourself as some giant grumpy grizzly bear, but you’re my giant grumpy grizzly bear.”

He snorts, but this time leans towards you to capture his lips against yours, wiping away the cold chill of the rain to set your body ablaze.

An odd look crosses his face as he remembers what you said moments ago. "Please don't be jealous of Sandra. I know she's a lot sometimes. And yes we've spent some time together in the past-" Hopper clears his throat, ashamed. "But the only reason why I kept seeing her was because I was trying to get you out of my head, because I didn't think that you would ever-"

"Jim." You whisper. "You don't have to explain anything-"

"No I do. Flo told me what she said to you in the bathroom."

"What? How did she-" Your cheeks flush, suddenly embarrassed that he had to hear any of the horrible things that Sandra said about him.

"I told Sandra to leave you alone, but I don’t think she listened to me. She's oddly possessive, but we haven't spent half as much time together as she led you to believe-"

"Jim-"

He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks, looking deeply into your eyes. "I promise that the way I feel about her is only a fraction of what I feel about you. And I know that my reputation in town is-" Hopper clears his throat again with red cheeks. "But I don't just want one night with you (y/n), I want more. I haven't wanted more for a long time and that scared me at first, but if you'll be patient with me I'd like to make this work. And I'm sorry that I made you believe that I hated you, when it's the complete opposite."

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t think so lowly of yourself. What Sandra said about you, it's not true. You're more that what she thinks, Jim. She only sees what she wants to, but I know you. You're kind, generous, strong, and you care so much for everyone that I wonder how you give so much of yourself without asking for anything in return.” You move your hands gently around to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, placing a kiss against his cheeks, nose, and mouth for each attribute listed. “I was so happy when you stayed the other day. And when you left all I wanted was for you to come back.”

“I wanted to stay longer, but I was scared that you didn’t want me there."

“I always want you with me. You have no idea how much.” You kiss him again. "I love that you drive me every day, and every morning when you come to pick me up I get excited to see you. I also find myself wanting for work to end so I can see you again."

Hopper smiles softly at you, hands tightening around your waist that sends a thrill up your spine. Everything about this feels right, more perfect than it has felt with anyone else.

"It's difficult to stay in my office, not when I know you're out there. Sometimes I can't get work done until I see you smile." He traces a finger over your lips as if trying to draw your smile across them.

"Jim-"

Hopper kisses you again. "I like it when you say my name." He whispers against your lips, pulling you even tighter against his broad chest.

"I like saying it." You whisper back.

The rain has continued to fall on both of you, by now soaking through Hopper's jacket, but neither of you feel cold.

"Come on. Lets get you home." Hopper breathes beginning to move you towards his car.

"Hmm." You sigh as he lets go to open the door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He stands there holding the door for a minute, the rain continuing to soak into his uniform as he gazes at where you sit in the front seat.

“What?”

Hopper leans forward and kisses you again, pulling you tightly into his large chest with a groan, as you tangle your fingertips in the front of his rain-soaked clothing, before he pulls back to press his forehead against yours out of breath.

“What was that for?” You ask leaning back on your elbows across the front seat of his car.

Hopper smiles down at you with red cheeks. “I really liked the lemon square.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“As long as I’m a dork that gets to kiss you, I think it’ll be okay.”

"I'm sure we can work something out." You whisper before pulling him down for another searing kiss and allowing the world to melt away into shades of gray and the soft patter of rain against the roof of the car.

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Thank you so much for reading!

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper #jim hopper fluff #chief hopper x reader #sunshine x grumpy #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #jim hopper x fem!reader #stranger things #strangerthings

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baejax-the-great · 11 months

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ao3 exists, plus it doesnt even matter what terms i search for on tumblr 100% of the time theres fanfiction. literally you can search any words on this website and some kpop guy/ reader fanfics flood the results every single fucking time. plus some of us are not here for fandoms??? your circus/clown analogy is stupid

So I'm incredibly allergic to shrimp-- to the point where if I ate a single shrimp I would die, to the point where I don't really consider shrimp food anymore--and it's the weirdest thing, yesterday i went to Target to buy hair conditioner, and they were selling shrimp. Don't they know it wasn't what I was looking for and I can't eat it anyway? Why would they do this? Totally fucked up of those shrimp catchers to try to poison me like that.

But analogies clearly aren't your thing, so let me break this down for you.

AO3 does indeed exist, but your suggestion that fanfic live there and ONLY there is akin to saying that imgur exists, so nobody should be posting images, whether they be photos or art, on any other website. Twitter exists (sort of), so really nobody should be posting shit posts or hot takes that are fewer than 140 characters or whatever.

Not everyone uses AO3. There is no law saying that if you write fanfic, you must post it on AO3 and nowhere else. There will never be a law that says that, because that's not how the internet works. Tumblr, one of the few social media sites that allows longform blogging, is in fact a great alternative to AO3 for one-shots. It's a little trickier for multi-chapter posts, but I've seen people make it work.

AO3 is not social media. People can't DM there, send asks, make friends, bump their post to the top of the feed (unless they are an asshole who is about to get blocked by half of fandom for pulling that move). Do you like social media? I mean you're here, on tumblr, bothering a total stranger, so you must see some value to it. Guess what--fanfic authors also enjoy being on social media and sharing what they've been up to, including their WIPs.

Things you aren't looking for being part of your searches is literally just life on the internet at all times forever. Earlier this month I was looking for a reference of draped fabric for drawing purposes. I googled 'chiton drawing' (chitons like the ancient Greeks used to wear), and all I got were drawings of molluscs of the genus 'chiton.' Alright, I did a google search for "toga drawing" and learned that there is an anime girl named Toga and people very much enjoy drawing her. Were the artists of the molluscs or the anime girl to blame for me having to slog through a bunch of irrelevant pictures to find one that could help me with my drawing? No. They correctly labeled what they were doing. That's just life.

Seeing fanfic in the tag doesn't harm you. At all. It doesn't matter if you find it cringe, or it's a ship you don't like, or it's xReader. For like ten seconds you looked at words you didn't particularly like, and then you moved on. How is that different from literally any other post on tumblr? I see bad takes and essays I don't care about on this site all the time. It's called scrolling. Again, this will be the case for every website on the internet forever. Are you telling me you read every tweet in your feed? Every reddit post? Sometimes you see irrelevant stuff. I guarantee some of my mutuals have already deemed this long ass post irrelevant and are scrolling on by. What makes fiction that much more abhorrent to you than the rest of the nonsense?

If you really hate seeing fanfic, tumblr has content blocking and tag blocking. You can block the phrase "x Reader." You can block the tag "fanfic." You can block all sorts of things, and if that doesn't work, you can just block the writers whose existence annoys you.

Sorry man, you personally not liking fandom and not using tumblr for it has really no bearing on what everyone else is doing. Like it or not, tumblr is a hub of fandom, and fanfic authors are going to be a part of every fandom on this green earth. Just because you came to the circus in order to admire the pretty fabric used on the tents doesn't mean the performers are in the wrong for doing their thing.

#ao3 #get a load of this clown #tumblr #surprised it took me this long to get a braindead take in my inbox about this #this really feels like genZ bullshit where they see one thing they don't like online and become karens of the internet #honey other people exist doing things that have nothing to do with you #and occasionally you will see them and the only correct response is to move on with your life #by all means anon call up tumblr and explain to them that people are posting fanfic on their website and you just don't care for that

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wheelerpilled · 8 months

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OK IM SO EXCITED FOR 5x01 OPENING, I feel like it's been brushed over, like I've seen people excited that we get a 1983 flashback but I NEED to see people's theories on the further implications of this!!

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Every opening scene in stranger things gives us information for a 'hook' for the season, which is why I really want to know about season 5 because it's just odd:

Season 1: something mysterious kills the scientist, leading us to wonder whats going on.

Season 2: we learn there are others like 11, and that Kali exists/escaped aswell, it's important.

Season 3: introduction of the Russian arc, and the attempted opening of the gate

Season 4: we learn about the Hawkins lab massacre and Elevens 'role' in it- revealing new backstory

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Basically it's ALWAYS new information, so they wouldn't just be showing Will in the upside down and leaving it at that, because that brings nothing that we didn't already know to the table.

My point is that every one of these things is the hook for an arc within the season, we know the opening is Will in the upside down, but we don't know WHY. it has to be more than just a callback, they wouldn't waste the opening scene on something that doesn't add anything to plot, So I think this means we are finally going to get to know more of Will in the upside down (Ive read the comic but I mean what happens in the show, because I consider the stuff in the show more 'canon' and the comics are just a side thing)

we are finally going to LEARN more about his connection to the upside down, I think it'll probably confirm the theory that vecna was responsible for his kidnapping and not a demogorgan like the characters in the show assume.

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Wills case is so different to the others who got killed in the upside down almost immediately and I do NOT believe it's simply because he's 'good at hiding'- like come on....those interdimensional creatures would beat his ass 💀

Also yes I 100% a demogorgan would NOT have slowly unlocked that shed door it would've ripped it apart to get inside let's bfr...something else did I and took Will 😭

I believe something had to have had sentience (probably vecna?) And doesn't kill him immediately, considering his further use, so it just leaves him alone for a WEEK?

I think he was purposely left alone, especially because we know he was singing in the upside down which would probably attract something towards the noise, Vecna definitely would've known because he can sense things through the vines and Will definitely wouldn't have known that

Even when Wills caught, he's not killed, he's taken elsewhere and is still alive, just unconscious? This is weird to me, a demogorgan wouldn't of done that, all depictions (apart from dart as a demodog) of demogorgans are shown to be immediately aggressive and attack unless locked in on a different subject (like in the S2 tunnels when the demodogs ignored them to run to the gate)

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I definitely believe it was vecna, maybe making some sort of prototype for his plan to kill 4 people in season 4? I don't know, it's been awhile since I've scene S1 but I remember him kinda being like trapped vertically up in the vines with one in his mouth? I think there was definitely a plan vecna was trying to execute but it was foiled by Joyce and Hopper rescuing Will.

we know it's a hivemind, and that Will can feel the mindflayers presence, but at the end of season 4 he also states he can feel vecna hurting, which is weird because it's not like he could feel every individual in the hiveminds memories, he didn't feel the presence of every demogorgans current state and whatnot, only what the mindflayer felt, it's probably just because the mindflayer is also hurting because vecna is and he can sense that, but I thought Vecna would be smarter than to align himself into the hive Mind knowing it makes him more vulnerable, he can control them, but he isn't PART of them imo, because then if the mindflayer goes down so does he, and his 'underlings' would damage him whenever they're hurt, so I just don't think he'd do it, but Will can somehow still know how vecna feels, so I think he has some other connection to Vecna that'll be revealed in the opening scene...uh yeah sorry for rambling its dumb and I am NOT a good theorist

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I just want to know people's thoughts on what they think will be revealed in the opening, because I think it'll be that vecna kidnapped him, or something that reveals their connection, it'll be cool though!!!

Sorry this post has like no grammatical structures and its UNNECESSARILY LONG + probably annoying to read thanks for sticking with me 😭💗

#will byers #stranger things #stranger things 5 #st5 #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #jane hopper #vecna #demogorgon #st1 #st2

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exhuastedpigeon · 1 year

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Han's far too long "I got covid for the first time and haven't felt the house in 6 days Buddie fic rec list"

This rec list is a combo of fics I read for the first time in the last week & fics I reread because they're wonderful and I needed comfort through my fever.

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Beforeastorm 2,894 words || teen

Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point: “It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.” “One I really hope we’ll never have to use.” “But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.” When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania 3,964 words || Teen

When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. He gets as far as opening his laptop and pulling up a web browser, and then he stalls. His homepage, for years now, has been Wikipedia. He doesn’t know how exactly he’s supposed to wiki-search “Is my best friend into me.” It’s not like he really does social media, either. Ever since he bailed on dating apps, he’s sort of tried to avoid other people online. He likes people in real spaces so much more. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post. Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

i got all my sisters with me by ipretendtobesane 6,766 words || teen This fic is so fucking soft and sweet. It quickly joined the ranks of my favourite Buddie fics I've ever read.

Soph to Eddie Hate Club: Hey guys! This is Alex, Sophia’s been a little out of it since Nina was born (she’s doing great, just in some pain and y’all know how weirdly woozy she gets on medicine). Combine that with a lack of sleep, and…well Y’all get it. Anyway, Soph and I wanted to host you guys next weekend. Adriana to Eddie Hate Club: YES I’m packing my bags right now Eddie to Eddie Hate Club: Are Buck and Chris invited? Soph to Eddie Hate Club: I will take any excuse to see that man up close and personal “Hey, Buck?” “Hmm.” “What do you say about a trip to Texas?” (or, eddie's sister has a baby, buck meets the diaz girls, and they're sickeningly in love for nearly seven thousand words)

knock on your door, just like before by rowan_wood 7,513 words || teen

“Here,” Buck had said, practically shoving his phone at Eddie once Eddie had said hello to both Buck and Chris and settled into a chair at the dining table, “I wrote down everything so I wouldn’t forget.” Eddie looked curiously at the screen to find Buck’s note app open to a long, long list of messages. There was a grocery list of things he needed at the top, but it soon devolved into any thing or thought that Buck had while Eddie was gone that he, apparently, wanted to tell him. or: whenever Eddie's away, Buck writes him a new note, and Eddie pines.

you can start a family who will always show you love by fleetinghearts 8,185 words || Teen

“Yeah, yeah, he’s—he’s my kid, he’s my kid,” Buck tells her, tripping over his words in the effort to get this whole process to hurry the fuck up so he can see Chris. There’s the sound of something hitting the floor from behind him, followed by what might be plastic bouncing off the shiny hospital tiles. The person at the desk looks up in surprise, over Buck’s shoulder, and he turns to look too. Eddie’s standing there, Styrofoam cup rolling at his feet, coffee splattered all down the bottom of his faded blue jeans. The plastic lid of the cup skitters over the tile before coming to a stop a few feet away. He looks like someone punched him in the gut, absolutely shellshocked, something Buck can’t quite read behind the startled expression on his face. or, buck's looking for something, and the diazes let him know he already has it

still by brewrosemilk 9,368 words || teen This fic actually ruined me. I full on sobbed reading it.

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it." Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

brick by spqr 10,154 words || explicit

The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist. Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing. “You were in a coma,” was all he said. “Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway by sibylsleaves 14,279 words || Teen

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for. He starts with the easiest name first. or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatall 24,478 words || explicit

This fic is so good. Different first meeting, but the same wonderful friendship. Christopher is a national treasure. It's a prefect fic.

"Hey, buddy!" he calls out with a grin. "Did you know that octopuses actually is the correct plural form of octopus not octopi?" "Cool." Chris smiles, but it fades just as soon as it appears. Buck dog-ears his page and sets his book down. "Everything okay?" he asks carefully, crossing to the fence. "Yeah, I'm just hungry." Christopher sighs. "Dad burnt dinner. Again." Buck glances through his open back door to the dining table with three mismatched chairs, and bites his lip. He's got no excuse today, the evening sun leaving him lethargic but not exhausted, the hour reasonable. "Hey, I've got an idea." Buck winks at Christopher. "Stay there, okay?" Buck grabs his beer, book and folding chair, setting them just inside the entrance. He makes his way to the front door, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his curls into something a little more presentable, and walks the few yards down their adjoined porch to Christopher's door. With a deep breath, he raises his hand and knocks. The door swings open a few seconds later, and Buck's mouth goes dry at the sight that greets him (OR: the buddie neighbours au no one asked for)

i see you in my sheets (i see you in my sleep) by elless 24,981 words || explicit

Eddie kisses him in the kitchen. Bright morning sunshine spills in the window over the sink, picking out the golden flecks in Eddie’s eyes. He cradles Buck’s jaw with one warm palm, and Buck freezes for a moment, startled, before surging against Eddie. He’s still holding a hot mug of coffee that he barely fumbles onto the counter without dropping or spilling all over his shirt. He rakes his fingers into Eddie’s hair and reels him in closer, Eddie’s firm thigh slotted between his. “Eddie,” he pants as Eddie scrapes his teeth down his throat and sucks on the spot over his racing pulse. Eddie hums as he rucks Buck’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. OR Buck and Eddie are FWB, act like boyfriends, and are suuuuper dumb and oblivious about everything.

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon 29,220 words || teen

It feels new, and good, and not just because it’s been so damn long since anyone has touched Eddie like this. It’s just—it’s Buck. Of course this is something they know how to do together. They’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. - Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope 34,035 words || mature

Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

must be some kind of twist, I could get used to this by soyxunxperdedor 38,753 words || explicit THIS FIC!!! Accidentally married in vegas??? SIGN ME UP

He doesn’t remember much from last night, even less after the fourth or fifth tequila shot. So he certainly doesn’t remember bringing someone back to his room. He steels himself for the lancing pain and cracks his eyes open. Oh. Oh no. This is either really bad or… Well, not really good, but just. Not really bad, and that’s probably all Buck can ask for it to be. Because Eddie is in his bed, Eddie’s arm is wrapped around his waist, Eddie’s legs are tangled with his. And he has no idea why.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts 54,477 words || explicit This is the best post lightening strike long form fic I've read. It doesn't gloss over Buck dying/feeling different and instead shows Eddie (and Chris) helping Buck embrace his feelings and grow together. 15/10

“It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

a body, a knife, hold steady by bvckandeddie (zukkababey) 67,425 words || mature I'm a slut for a Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU and this one is one of the best I've read.

Bogotá wasn’t Buck’s first international mission—Peru held that title—but it changed just about everything. Because Bogotá was where he met Eddie. Or, Buck and Eddie meet, fall in love, build a life together, and discover they're rival assassins—exactly in that order.

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane 97,200 words || explicit

Buck and Eddie are straight best friends who start having no strings attached sex. Eddie has a hard time having sex with someone he doesn't trust, and Buck's tired of hookups after being with Abby. Besides, they're both comfortable with their sexuality, and there's nothing wrong with giving your friend a hand. What's surprising is how long it took them to fall into bed together, really. What's entirely unsurprising is how quickly strings start getting attached. or; the straight eddie friends with benefits fic

#buddie #buddie rec list #buddie fic rec #buddie 911 #911

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Do you ever write a conference abstract, and you feel very confident about your argument, and then once you start writing the paper you start feeling not so confident about the argument? Because that is happening to me right now and I'm freaking out.

Oh, absolutely. 100%. I am 2/2 for on this. I think (at least in my case) it's a part of the spectre of imposter syndrome that haunts my every move. It's also the fear of being Seen by strangers who you really want to respect you - you put in a lot of work and what if they think you're not smart (etc).

Some things that help me with this are:

attending other talks (conference or individual invited speakers). This reminds me of reality - that conference papers and talks are sometimes people just playing around with an idea and it doesn't have to be perfect and fully thought-through. I know that I will hold myself to a stupid level of perfectionism ('their paper can be imperfect/early stages but mine can't be' type shit), but it is VERY much okay to not be perfect, to say 'here's an idea i have, if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them'.

Let it suck. This is the 'just write it' advice. I am going to put SOMETHING in this word doc if it kills me and then I'll figure it out.

Saying 'okay, I think it sucks, but what am I going to do about that? Where can I improve?' Whether or not fears of the paper being terrible are founded, this helps me get out of the spiral and actually do something. Do I need to read through it again? Do I need to go back to my sources? Do I need to make a list? If you still think it's weak, it is (probably, it may depend on where you're giving the paper) possible to take the argument in a slightly different direction than your abstract - you can acknowledge the change if you like.

Do I need to go do something else? Sometimes I'm way too deep in things to see clearly. Whether this is working on something else, going on a walk, talking to people, a break can help.

Preparing as much as possible - I can't anticipate every question, but I have and will bring extra material (either in my head or in a small set of notes at the end of the paper) in case I want to have some solid extra ground to start with. If you're worried that your argument isn't great, here's some material to say 'hey i've done some work and even if my ideas aren't as developed as i'd like, here's some other information'

Remind yourself that you only have a short amount of minutes to speak! You can't fit a whole dissertation in that amount of time! You can't get deep into every single detail that you might want to! (This is something that I've been fighting with recently).

Conferences are for exchanging ideas. Plenty of people are assholes, but in theory, we go to conferences to talk to people, get outside perspectives on ideas, to collaborate. There will always be assholes, but there will also be people who will want to talk more about your paper and maybe guide you in directions for improvement that you didn't see at first.

As my parents told me about journal rejections, try not to take feedback too personally - it's not a judgement about you as a person. You are not your work.

Relatedly, unless you're presenting falsified data or massively plagiarising or something really serious like that, a not-so-great paper at a conference will not follow you forever (and if people are shitty about it, that's on them). There will always be next time. You can always mention later that you were a little silly in your past research! We are always growing and improving. This may not help in the moment, but it can help to put it a little more into perspective.

Essentially, yes, I do have this come up a lot. I have two conference papers coming up that I have to adapt and give in my second language. I feel like I'm going to disappoint both of the scholars who have invited me to give those. The thing is, I'm still going to write the papers because what would be even more disappointing is not giving them at all because I'm scared (and I am very scared). If I have something written, that's something I can improve as much as I can. Better to try and fail than not try at all, something like that.

I think confidence will come more with time (or so I hope), and if it doesn't, I at least now know a little how to handle this uncertainty with more confidence. I think it's fairly normal to have some doubts, but you can't let them get the best of you.

As they say so often on tumblr: do it scared, do it stupid, but however you do it, just do it.

#answers #now i have to think about following my own advice lol #my answers

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benjinoff13 · 2 years

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A few days ago I was in the car with my mom and a friend who also loves warrior nun, my friend and I were talking about kty and how awesome it is that she’s doing all those interviews to promote the show while netflix won’t spend a single cent on promotion

We also talked about alba and how we admire her passion and commitment to the show and the fans despite her being less vocal about it than some of the other cast members considering what she’s been facing in her private life

My mom heard a lot of things she didn’t understand so we started to explain the situation to her, we explained that shows (on netflix) that have minorities in the lead role often don’t even get a chance to develop nicely despite their obvious succes and that this is primarily the case with queer female characters and sapphic couples (mind you I’m not out to my mom but I think she knows, we don’t talk about this subject a lot but I needed her to understand)

Then we started discussing whether we thought a renewal was realistic, I told my friend I was carefully optimistic, I knew netflix’s trackrecord with shows like this but I also knew how succesful season 2 was, I considered the 99% and 100% on rotten tomatoes, I considered the amount of weeks it spend in the top 10, I considered the fact that even season 1 reached the top 10 again because so many people started watching it and I thought there was no way in hell netflix could actually be so stupid and cruel to cancel this show

Then I read simon’s tweet last night and I know it sounds dramatic but I actually felt my heart break, I was watching tv with my dad and went upstairs without saying a word, I sat in the dark in my room alone for what felt like hours, I cried, I punched my wall (still hurts like a bitch), I texted my only friend who could possibly understand what I was feeling and then I stayed up for most of the night not being able to fall asleep

This morning I woke up and immediately felt nauseous because of the cancellation again, after hours I went downstairs grabbed my coffee and told my mom what happened, I said

“Remember when we were in the car a few days ago and we talked about that netflix show I love and how shows with minorities in the lead role don’t often get a fair chance”

She said yes and so I told her about the cancellation, I told her it’s the best rated netflix show ever on rotten tomatoes, higher than the crown, higher than stranger things, and that the reviews and viewing numbers were unexpectedly high and she responded by asking why netflix would cancel this show because I told her netflix only cares about money and warrior nun seems profitable, I explained to her that there’s two women who are in love with each other and one of them is the main character, last season this wasn’t the case and then we got a season 2, now their love for each other is confirmed and netflix cancelled the show even though season 2 was way more popular and successful than season 1, to which she responded the following

“It sounds like discrimination to me, it’s almost like there’s someone at the top at netflix who wants to stop all these shows because they don’t want to make stories about gay people”

This is my CATHOLIC mother, my mother who really doesn’t understand queerness, who sometimes still says things about being queer that piss me off so much I consider packing my bags but she understands this

This is obvious to her

It’s obvious to fucking everybody

If you don’t see the problem you’re either in denial or just plain stupid

I am pissed beyond belief, I will never ever forget this

#warrior nun #I know this is long and I won’t blame you if you scroll passed it without reading #I didn’t post this for the notes I just meeded to get it out

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Mushroom’s Kingdoms Famous Guard Dog -

Just posting this because I finally decided to create a backstory for my horrorbrew oc Feldeltá but I wanted to update the rest so here it is. Trigger warning there is some triggering stuff mostly in the backstory with one in facts. Just warning you just in case so if your sensitive to the stuff mentioned in tw then do not click keep reading. ~Blaze/Dawn

TW: Overdosage Of Medication, Excessive Amount Of Steroids Intake, Needles + Medical Equipment, Injections, Murder, Attempted Murder, Death (all in background), mention of cannibalism (in facts).

Name: Feldeltá

Aliases: Mario

Age: 25

Birthday: October 11

Height: 9ft7

Weight: ???

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Ethnicity: Italian

Relationships:

- Luigi (Younger Brother)

- Princess Peach (Potential Romantic Interest/Friend)

- Bowser (Enemy)

Occupation:

- Plumber (Formerly)

- Guard Dog

Personality:

His personality can range differently around other people. For starters he usually acts like how a guard dog should, act loyal to their owners and attack their enemies. Feldeltá is no different from this. Around people like family or people that he considers friends (Mostly Luigi and Princess Peach) he’s completely loyal to them. He’s pretty much like a golden retriever being up close to them, very playful, gentle and extremely trustworthy. To those close to him he can’t see them doing any wrong. For strangers it really depends, they typically just lets them be. Unless he has a reason to he will attack them e.g. they’re loved ones get attacked or they simply sees said person as a threat. For enemies he does not go easy on them. Since he considers them threats he pretty much results to attacking them. He doesn’t like them. He mostly acts this due to his (Mario’s) DNA being merged with some DNA similar to a guard dog.

Powers:

- Enhanced senses = All senses are height in order to protect people he cares about e.g. Hearing = While humans can usually hear around 50-100 feet dogs can hear around 80 feet up to a mile possibly further. Feldeltá can hear as far as a dog can usually hear. Smell = He can smell up to 20 km. Sight = Feldeltá can see up and recognise someone as far as 900 meters.

- Great Strengths = After since the incident Feldeltá body has change in many ways in order to remain stable with two completely different DNA in the body. One of these changes is immense strength, though Mario already has superhuman strength this has increased since the incident as will as due to them training as well.

- Reaction Time = Althought this isn’t possible considered a power regardless his reaction time has increased in order to protect loved ones

- Power ups in Mario games = they can still use them but they don’t do it often. Mostly uses their strength.

Weakness:

- Emotions = This is pretty much his main weakness. Although most of the time he is able to maintain his emotions however there will be sometimes where his emotions gets the better of him. If he gets too sad or angry he immediately starts attacking with no reason until he has calmed down. Opposite end of this is that if he gets too happy e.g. like when a dog meets someone new he likes to cling himself to them. Although this doesn’t seem too bad sometimes he accidentally hurts people and goes too rough on them e.g. knocking them to the floor, accidentally scratching them which causes him to get upset at the fact that he has hurt them.

- Dog Based Weakness = Due to them having some DNA similar to a guard dog in them they started developing things that dogs don’t like which can be bad depending on the situation e.g. being yelled at, being left alone, being sensitive to certain fragrances, muzzles, bright lights.

Likes:

- Toys (Mostly dead bodies but doesn’t mind actual dog toys)

- Attention

- Praises

- His family and friends

- Adventures

Dislikes:

- Being ignored

- Fragrance (More specifically citrus)

- Muzzles

- Bright lights

- Needles

- Doctors/Hospitals

Backstory:

It was a normal day for the people in the mushroom kingdom. Bowser had just kidnapped Princess Peach again for the umpteenth time and Mario had managed to save her from him once again. At first Mario didn’t mind it but just like everyone else the more times it has happened the more annoyed he got. Honestly he started getting sick of Bowser trying to kidnap her and take over the kingdom it was getting annoying. He didn’t mean it in a cocky way he generally was getting sick and tired of it. It didn’t help that he started getting more and more guilty for not being able to put a stop to it sooner. All of this was starting to take a toll on the poor plumber so in a desperate attempt to stop it so he ended up going to a nearby hospital and talked to a doctor so he could get stronger. At first it just started off with normal things like vitamins and supplements but Mario wasn’t satisfied. To him no matter how many he took it didn’t give him the results that he wanted, he even resulted in taking the amount more than recommended. He ended up back desperate to become stronger despite the doctor’s wishes. He ended up resulting to taking many steroids while although it was starting to get the strength he needed at least physically being overcome with the need to protect his loved ones in a desperate final attempt he asked the doctors for some help. He didn’t care if he had to change himself he wanted to protect people like his brother and peach. In a final attempt to help him the doctors ended up creating some sort of liquid that involves combining different DNA’s making it similar to a dog or more specifically a guard dog. They ended up injecting it into Mario veins. Luckily for Mario this finally gave him the results he wanted however thanks to having said liquid in his veins it ended up overwriting his sense of humanity and just like how a dog doesn’t like the vet he ended up attacking the doctors there in response to seeing the needles and other equipment thinking he was going to get attacked. He ended up killing the doctors there and escaped into the woods away from everyone. Slaying enemies and ended up meeting Bowser who he nearly killed him as well before being interrupted by Luigi and Peach who were looking for him after hearing what happened at the hospital. They both ended up taking him in sensing he was in the right mind and tried their best to return him back to normal but weren’t able to so they ended up having to settle with how he was. A completely loyal guard dog. He ended up earning the nickname Feldeltá due to how loyal he was causing him to either respond to either that or on the rare chance Mario (but the most people got was an ear twitch).

Reference:

Facts:

- Besides just being a random thought I had Feldeltá was also inspired by another exe oc belonging to militaryherobrine (oc named Madio). That inspired me to do my own take on the thought of Mario being a feral guard dog.

- His looks were inspired by the Cat power up in 3D world due to there being no official dog power.

- After what happened at the hospital their gloves ended up fusing with their hands and formed into claws. However the rest of their clothes can come off like normal.

- The rips on their clothes were caused from their time in the forest. However both Peach and Luigi had tried to get them to wear different ones but Feldeltá has flat out refused to change so they just let them keep it. The only time they take it off is either them or the clothes need cleaning.

- Feldeltá has 4 fingers and 4 toes just like a dog. No one really knows what happened to the 5th finger or toe but people assume it’s because of what happened at the hospital.

- Feldeltá isn’t from a specific game or isn’t trapped in one (like other horrorbrew/exe) rather this is an actual situation that has happened in that world.

- If the other horrorbrews like MX, Mr Virtual, Horror M (Similar characters to them) were to meet Feldeltá they will most likely recruit him as a pet and use them like a guard dog (like how Nekoamon is considered MX’s pet).

- Feldeltá doesn’t have any faker forms or true forms. They only have two separate looks being their current look and their previous looks Mario.

- Feldeltá has Iatrophobia (fear of doctors) + Nosocomephobia (fear of hospitals) + Trypanophobia (fear of needles) thanks to what happened in his backstory.

- Feldeltá isn’t considered a ‘bad guy’ but rather an anti-villian which means although the goals they have are overall good the way they get to them is considered evil.

- Despite being very smart Feldeltá can be persuaded easily as long as you treat them nicely. As said in personality as long as you treat him nicely and Feldeltá likes you they can’t see you do any wrong.

- Adding on from the previous point he really can’t tell the difference between actual nice people or people taking advantage of him.

- He likes to bring dead bodies to people he cares about. He considers it a sign of trust.

- They’ve pretty much lost all interest in most human food but aren’t interested in dog food. Their diet now mostly consists of meat. Human or animal.

- Feldeltá can somewhat speak but due to their humanity being overwritten they’ve lost the ability to fully form sentences like they used to. But they can somewhat communicate at least good enough to say what they want most of the time.

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Oddly enough, I only have a couple polyships for Class of the Titans so it was pretty easy to pick one to write about! And because the fandom is so small, I don’t think anyone will care too much either way! So, using the same prompt again, I hope anyone interested enjoys the headcanons for a Herry/Reader/Odie polyship!

Who is the one who would go up to a random elder in a coffeeshop and ask them about their life?

Odie is friendly and all, but I don’t think he’d ever be quite that forward or that into interacting with strangers. Herry though, being raised by his grandmother, has a real respect for his elders and is used to talking to older people. Because he’s so used to talking to his grandmother and her friends and hearing their stories, he genuinely enjoys listening and talking to older people and he’d probably have no problems with doing this if the person looked sad, lonely, or just really interesting.

Who hates checking out books because checking them out means interacting, and that is always awkward?

This is Odie. He really hates the small talk part of checking out books because really, he just wants to get his books and get out so he can start reading them. He’ll do it because…well, let’s face it, libraries are safe spaces and vital to life in Odie’s opinion, but he really wishes they’d come out with self-checkouts for libraries as well.

Who is the one to use toilet paper as tissues and carries it around all day?

Herry doesn’t even understand why this isn’t something you’re supposed to do. He knows it’s rude to cough or sneeze without using it and the thought of coughing or sneezing into his clothes or his arm or wiping his nose with his shirt is kind of gross. He doesn’t think to carry around tissues, but toilet paper is readily available in most places so why shouldn’t he use it for that purpose?

Who is the one who carries around $100 just in case there is some apocalypse and they need to buy gear?

I feel like Odie has a secret hiding spot for his money, probably just something that would look inconspicuous like an old coffee can or something (since he likes coffee and often uses the old cans to store little doodads, like bolts or nuts or the like). He definitely puts at least a few dollars in there every week, and it’s separate from his rainy day fund and is to be used only in case of some global meltdown or apocalypse, not so much to buy gear because, at that point, Odie thinks commerce won’t be a big thing, but more to use for bartering for safety or paying people off.

Who is the one who points with their chin?

I feel like both Odie and Herry do this occasionally and you probably even do it sometimes too, because it’s a pretty common gesture. Odie is the one to do it the most though, and it’s normally because his hands are occupied with other things, and he can’t really use them to point with.

Who is the one who takes pictures of their food and instagrams it?

Herry would so be a food Instagrammer. It’s a good 90% of his Instagram because the man does love his food and he thinks it looks so delicious that it needs to be shared. He follows a lot of food related content too, so he sees a lot of others do similar things. It makes him happy to do it, so nobody really has the heart to tell him that, quite frankly, he’s horrible at taking good pictures. A lot of his pictures turn out dark or slightly blurry but my god, he has fun taking them.

Who is the one who reads fanfiction daily?

I feel like this would have to be Odie and probably you. He definitely has his own fandoms he’s really into and fandom writers and artists where, when they post something new, if he’s not in some crazy situation, like, he just HAS to go see their new content because he loves everything they do. He’ll be so happy if the two of you can find a fandom you both enjoy so you can talk about it and send each other cute art or good headcanons or fics.

Who is the one to write fanfiction?

I feel this would have to be you. While Odie definitely appreciates fanfiction, I don’t think he’s ever really been all that interested in writing it. He just isn’t skilled at it. He has the idea and definitely has the daydreams where he plays out situations as if he was part of the show, book, movie or game he’s obsessed with, but he just can’t write worth beans.

Who is the one who cosplays?

Okay, but I could easily see the three of you doing this. Odie is definitely into cosplay; he follows or watches a lot of cosplayers and just really is so into it. He has so many ideas for cosplays he’d like to do or group cosplays for the three of you and he’d be the one to put a lot of work into making the cosplays. Herry just knows that cosplays make Odie happy and possibly make you happy, if you’re into cosplaying, and if either of you ask him to cosplay with you guys, while he won’t really get it, he’ll happily oblige, if only to see you smile and keep you happy and he’ll cosplay any character you guys want him to, do it with a smile, and even become really excited about both the cosplay, the event or picture taking that follows, and even the character he probably knew very little about starting out. Even if you weren’t initially into cosplay, with both men so very enthused about it, it’s hard to refuse them.

Who is the one who likes to quote movies, books, and songs in conversations?

Odie is a fount of pop culture quotes, and he definitely uses them, thinking he’s being so cool…he’s always kind of grumpy and deflated when very few people, if any, get the reference.

Who is the one to burst into song randomly?

Herry gets songs stuck in his head pretty easily and often just out of nowhere. It’s not full out burst into song at the top of his lungs, by any means, but I feel like he mumbles, hums, or sings under his breath when a song gets really, really stuck in his head. And it’s never a full song that’s in his head or that he’s singing along to, but like, a chorus or just a few short words with the general tune.

Who is the one who secretly uses their neighbours WiFi?

Nobody has to do this. You know Odie makes sure that, at whatever point in their lives they’re at, wherever you guys are living together, that not only is Wi-Fi available but that the internet package being paid for is top of the line and has unlimited data and fast speeds.

Who is the one who safety pins friendship bracelet strings to their clothing so they could have something to do if bored?

I feel like you might be the one to do it initially, but that Herry starts making sure there’s packs of strings in the glovebox of his truck, just in case you run out or forget yours, while Odie will keep strings in his workshop and might even sit and make them with you every now and then. He’s really good at it too, his nimble fingers getting the hang of even complicated designs pretty quickly.

Who is the one who played/plays an obscure instrument just to be different?

Herry can play a couple of simple country songs on the guitar but not well, while Odie doesn’t really play an instrument. His parents tried to make him learn piano growing up but, because he loved inventing and building things, his hands were normally scratched and burned and callused and roughened and just not all that suited for piano playing.

Who is the one who puts bajillions of stickers on their door/wall?

If Odie has the opportunity to and knows it’s not going to cause any issues, such as it would in a rental, I feel like he’s very much stickers and posters all over the walls or door kind of decorating. I also have always strongly headcanoned that, if he’s allowed to, his laptops tend to be covered with stickers or something along those lines, since he likes to aesthetically customize the laptop, along with all the customization he does to the inner workings and such of the laptop.

Who is the one who likes to rewatch the same movies?

I mentioned it above, but Odie is definitely fandom trash and there’s several movies or television shows that are so absolutely beloved by him that he could, and does, watch them repeatedly because they’re just so damn good.

Who is the one who uses bootlegs to watch their favourite movies/TV shows?

I feel like this would have to be you. Odie could easily do so but he kind of honestly prefers to not do so since it just doesn’t feel morally right to him and Herry wouldn’t even think of that fact that that was a possibility he could take.

Who is the one that writes on their arm to remind themselves to do something?

Herry does this because he doesn’t really have the best memory. He’s awful at remembering deadlines or times unless it’s something that’s happening relatively quickly, like within a day or so. The problem is that he often forgets that he wrote the important information on his arm and needed to copy it somewhere else before washing up or taking a shower.

Who is the one who owns dozens of pencils but is too lazy to sharpen them?

This could be you, or it could be Odie. It’s not that he doesn’t sharpen his pencils, it’s that he chews or bites on them when he gets deep in thought and ruins them to the point where it’s just better to throw them away and get a new one.

Who is the one who uses YouTube for their music because they don’t want to buy/download anything?

I feel like all three of you would probably use YouTube to find a song every now and again, just because it’s easy and convenient but I think Herry definitely has, like, SiriusXM or something along those lines for his truck, which is where he listens to most of his music, so he doesn’t do it quite as often, normally just to show someone a song he really likes.

Who is the one who always wears the same shoes?

Herry has his work boots for the farm, his regular everyday shoes, and his church shoes which are for church and fancier occasions. Odie lives in the same pair of ratty, slip on sneakers until they fully come apart though.

Who is the one to do asks like this?

I feel like it would either have to be you or Odie. He’d do it very infrequently though, mostly because he just always has a lot of the go as is and a million things he wants to do more.

#class of the titans #cott #cott headcanons #headcanons #polyship #odie cott #herry cott #throwing up the last 10 polyship posts I have on and off today and plan on clearing the inbox tomorrow for anyone wondering

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