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Marvel OC, Damien “Day” Connors-Dufort, second child of Curt Connors, and first of Marilyn Dufort. Highly based off the Ra.imi Trilogy. Penned by Comet (he/him, 19, college student).

NOTE: This blog’s main Curt is @conngenic​, and their mother’s blog is @auntshot​, references may be made to them.

HEADCANONS: [Power] [Mental Health] [Interests] [The Chameleon]

CARRD.

‘ uuuuuugh, fine, ’ she groans, hitting the gas. the car lurches angrily, as if irritated at being awoken. ‘ yeah, my name’s not al either, but it does say allison on most of my stuff. my mom embroiders it in case i lose it. she’d probably embroider my name on my forehead if she could. uh, i play every sport! literally. you name it, i’ve heard of it, watched it, + played it, haha! i also play some instruments, i work at udf … i guess that’s it. ’

Day listened as she talked, glancing outside of the window now and then as the car started moving. They couldn’t help the small snort that left them. “Hey, you play every sport, I can likely sing every musical you can think of. We’re two sides of a spectrum.”

‘ if you’re super sure, fine. it’s not a big deal though. you’re paying me in company, ’ she smiles again as they exit the building + she points out her car. it’s not decrepit, but it’s definitely seen better days. 

sliding into the driver’s seat and turning the key, she turns over to them. ‘ well, tell me a bit about yourself, why don’tcha? ’

They laughed softly and nodded. They didn’t comment on her car. They’ve seen far worse, and even then they usually took public transit back home. They got home late sometimes and the thought of being stuck in New York traffic seemed so annoying. “I might be paying in company, but I’d like to also help you keep some gas money or something.”

Fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose; not mad, just 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. Though, even he knows how such a thing is no better to Day. Parent sits up from his seat, chair scraping against the floor, bridging the gap to lay his hand on Day’s shoulder. Day took after Curt a lot; the missing arm had made him laugh, the golden hair another. But Day’s own wide-open heart was something they could only learn from Curt and the 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 that came with, well, that was all Mari. He so much as softens his gaze and sighs, heavily.

“That doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, though half to keep the lizard quiet. It wonders the same as Day does. “Respect is not a privilege, it’s a right. We give it to everyone, even people who don’t give it back." It was easier for him to say, maybe. Curt knew many people that deserved respect, higher than the pay they were given, but he firmly believed in everyone recieving it regardless. ”Not to mention, that substitute was there to make sure the school still knew where you were. You could’ve gotten hurt, Day, and I wouldn’t have known where you were, who you were with…“

A small huff in reply to the hand on their shoulder. They certainly got their looks from their father, aside from the blue eyes and the freckles. Those were purely their mother. Same along with their stubbornness and wit. They bit the inside of their cheek and their hand went inside their pocket, looking at the ground for a moment.

It was clear they still didn’t agree with the words at first. It didn’t help that their mother was an occasional example of how to treat others. Any disrespect, she subtly threw back. Besides, like she told them once, “It’s one thing to demand respect and another to earn it. They’re not the same.”

“I just wanna be someone— Well, doesn't everyone?”

anonymous sent: Hey Day! Can you pronounce “Sofa Kingdom” for me?

“What? Uh.. sure. So-fa-ki—” They stop in their tracks, eyes wide and frowning.

Lips pressed into a stern, lopsided, line, tapping the dining table with his forefinger. 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. The professor lets out a heavy sigh, looking away towards the table; tap, tap, tap. The lizard asks why this is still so important- Day is big enough to make their own decisions- but Curt swallows it back into the empty parts of his brain and looks back up with dropped shoulders. “It’s not about homework, Day…” He shakes his head. “It’s about the disrespect you just showed to that substitute.”

There was a quick inhale through their nose, and they fidgeted nervously. They usually don’t do stuff like this. It was the first time they did it. They didn’t think about what would happen if they got caught. It’s been a while since they got in trouble for something.

‘ spot on, day! al for the most part, but some call me kowalski. good to meetcha. surprised we haven’t talked before. here, we can take my car. it’s a bit of a bucket of bolts, but it works! ’ 

she continues dragging them down the hall boisterously, rambling. ‘ i say we grab some food. you ever been to peter’s drive-through? they have awesome shakes, + they’re near the theatre too! my treat, since this was my idea. ’

“Ahh, ‘cause the jersey. But yeah, I’m surprised we haven’t either. It happens, though. Some of the people in our class I still got no idea who they are.” To be honest, they found it a little funny. Many movies had students fitting into distinct categories and they didn’t mingle. Jocks like her, captain of teams. Then theater kids like them, in school plays and musicals. Here they were, going to skip class together. Movies don’t translate well to real life, they mused to themself.

"Dad, it's not that bad..." Day knows his reasoning is valid, but did that mean they liked him scolding their new friend? Nope, absolutely not. "The sub was basically on his phone the entire time. Let us do whatever that period. There was nothing else to really do.”

When it comes to extracurriculars and their schoolwork, Day is very busy! They’re in all advanced placement classes (or dual credit if there is one for that class, like they take a dual credit class for physics and have their dad as a professor). They study a lot to try and get high grades, straight A’s if they can, and they usually get those.

‘ fuck yes! ’ al exclaims with a fist pump. she quickly knocks everything on her desk into her bag, stands quickly, and offers them her hand.

her grin completely covers her face. ‘ m’ happy to steal your class-skipping virginity. we can get icecream or some shit if you want. oooooooor watch a movie. or, or! ah, this is so exciting. wait, what’s your name, even? ’ he probably knows her name. it’s on her jersey, for one. a lot of people know her, too. it’s surprising she doesn’t know him. guess he camouflages. 

Day’s smirk turned into a grin on his freckled cheeks, and they gratefully took her hand with their only one and hoisted themself up to their feet, a soft ‘thanks’ coming from them.

They started walking out of the class with her, the hallway empty from everyone else in class. They were used to it. They weren’t invisible, but they pretended to be some other classmates that wanted to play hooky to this particular period. They looked around for a moment, looking back over to Al. They knew her name very well indeed. “Good ideas, good ideas. I don’t mind what we do honestly, I’ll let you take the lead.”

‘ you think i can afford that shit, bestie? ’

‘ haha, i’m in danger! ’