jensen and harmony!!
INTRODUCING: CHANCE ALISTAIR CALLIOPE-POSSIBLE!
❝ and if you feel you’re sinking i will j u m p right over into cold, C O L D water for y o u ❞
NAME:
C H A N C E : meaning ❝ good fortune ❞
A L I S T A I R : meaning ❝ defender of man ❞
C A L L I O P E - P O S S I B L E : meaning ❝ harmony didn’t want their kids to just have jensen’s last name. she carried the baby so she felt it was only right that her name went first ❞
GENDER:
cis-male
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
H A I R : dark ; always kept short ; somewhat curly
E Y E S : downturned ; dark brown
H E I G H T : 6′2, just like his father
S T Y L E : definitely the button down & slacks type of guy
PERSONALITY:
[ + C O M P A S S I O N A T E ] – he cares for everyone, and he’s always looking out for the little guy. he is the friend who will pick you up from almost any location with no questions asked, just to make sure you get home safely. he always makes sure his female friends make it home safely after a night out, and is just always checking in on his close friends and family.
[ + C O N F I D E N T ] – despite the whole world being against him, he is very comfortable in his skin. his mother is a proud black woman, and he is a proud ( half ) black man. no matter what the world throws at him, he knows his good qualities and what makes him unique. he knows there is no one out there quite like him, and that’s just how he likes it.
[ - O U T S P O K E N ] – he learns from his mother. she’s only ever being honest and giving her opinion, even when it wasn’t asked for. she says what she means, despite the consequences of what may come out of her mouth, and he is quick to follow as he begins talking.
[ - I M P U L S I V E ] – in the best way possible. usually he minds his own business, but growing up as a black man with a feminist mother and having a transgender uncle has made him really intolerant of hate speech towards anyone. he’s quick to defend others, and even throw punches if he feels necessary ( something his father has tried to get him to stop doing due to his own experiences ). he doesn’t think about the possible outcomes when doing so, and rarely thinks about them afterwards.
SPECIAL TALENTS:
P I A N O / G U I T A R : growing up in a musical household, it was easy for chance to pick up any instrument he wanted and just go with it. his parents would support whatever instrument, and would have happily bought it for him and tried their best to get the best teacher for him. however, both of his parents were skilled in both the piano and the guitar, so it was easier to have them teach him then for him to learn from a stranger.
W R I T I N G : another thing inherited / encouraged by his parents. they’re both brutally honest & raw in their music, and he learned that quickly. while song-writing isn’t really his thing, he sure knows how to write a story that will leave you wanting more.
WHO THEY LIKE BETTER:
chance always claims he loves both his parents equally, but deep down everyone knows him and harmony have a bond that cannot be challenged. as the first child / son, he turned out to be such a mama’s boy. it also helps they have similar experiences going through life– when he has questions about why he is excluded or why people keep a watchful eye on him upon entering stores, he finds it easier to go to harmony than to jensen. he idolizes his mother, seeing how she breaks glass ceiling after glass ceiling.
WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE:
seeing how he looks just like his mother, chance easily takes after harmony more. he shares the same experiences as she does– things jensen can never relate to. chance is headstrong because he needs to be if he expects anything out of life. his mother never seems to have a care in the world when it comes to how others feel about her, and it’s all jensen thinks about. how do others see him? while chance loves his father to pieces, he’s proud to say he is most like his mother. his mother is changing the world and he plans to follow in her footsteps.
PERSONAL HEADCANON:
the pain jensen was feeling in his hand was indescribable. luckily for him, they were already in a hospital, because it seemed as if harmony was out to break his hand. as if it was his fault she chose not to get the epidural ( if he could remember correctly, he believed her words were “i am a strong woman, i don’t need a fucking drug to get this kid out!” ). but he stayed silent– he knew her pain was much worse than his. women always seemed to remind men that birthing pains were more painful than anything men could ever experience, and as harmony laid there screaming profanities at the top of her lungs, he didn’t blame them.
“ JENSEN POSSIBLE, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS!” god, he was hopelessly in love with this woman. “I SHOULD’VE STUCK TO MY GUT AND STAYED FAR AWAY FROM WHITE MEN!” he couldn’t believe this ethereal being had carried his child and was now bringing it into the world. “MY AUNTS WERE RIGHT– THEY ONLY LET YOU DOWN!” he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be starting a family with the support of the extended family.
nothing harmony did or said could take this moment from jensen. he was sure harmony didn’t want to take it away from him, but she seemed pretty distracted at the moment. he looked at his wife, and suddenly the pain he was feeling in his hand was gone. he now understood why men said their wives / girlfriends were most beautiful at this moment. in this moment, he flashed through everything. them first meeting, their first date, them officially moving in together, working together, their wedding, the day they discovered she was pregnant– all of it. all of it had brought them here, to this moment. the fact that harmony didn’t immediately murder jensen at the thought of having a child was the best sign. of course, as things became more difficult during pregnancy, she really wanted to murder him. he could only imagine these pains were the icing on the cake. but what they had to look forward to made it all worth it.
as their son appeared in the doctor’s arms and he began crying, it took everything in jensen not to cry. he couldn’t believe it. his first child. his child. a whole human being who was half of him, and half of the most amazing woman he had ever met. such a person suddenly existed, and if harmony wasn’t still gripping his hand for dear life, he would have needed someone to pinch him. he placed a kiss on harmony’s forehead, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “i knew you could do it. he’s going to learn so much from you.”
it was only took seconds for him to be in harmony’s arms for the two parents to fall in love. all throughout her pregnancy, they had expectations, and he had beat all of them. he was more than either of them could have imagined, and they couldn’t believe how lucky they were to have a bright, healthy, and happy son.
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jacob artist!