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marinersubmariner · 7 months

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Ahsoka series thoughts

I wasn’t going to post this because most of the recent Star Wars stuff gets worse upon reflection and it bums me out. Plus it’s all been said better elsewhere and the last thing the internet needs is more Star Wars complaining. But I also like reacting to what is basically the only fandom thing I ever think about on an ongoing basis! And I type it all out to myself anyway! So here you go. More Star Wars complaining. Bon appetit

I actually overall had a pretty good time watching this show, because there’s a deeply-ingrained part of me that simply likes hanging out in the SW universe. I AM, in fact, just here for the vibes. 😔✌️ Unfortunately that doesn’t tend to carry over into long-term affection for the Disney+ shows themselves, and the only series I find myself still caring about and thinking fondly of when it’s not immediately in front of my face is Andor (every part of that show but especially Luthen’s speech and the whole mood of that scene and how I felt watching it is STILL in my head.) Star Wars would be so good if it was good, etc.

On a visual level, for a Volume show it didn’t look too terrible for the most part. What it lacked in dynamic lighting or convincing realism it often made up for in atmosphere, and they did a better job on some of the larger environments. At least until the finale, which devolved into a bunch of plain rooms. I thought Seatos looked nice, that was my favorite new location—the moody red forest and the map hologram on the cliffside were really appealing. (side note: I had to google what that planet was called because it takes me a while to learn new places when they don’t put the names on the screen, and in my head I was picturing it spelled like C-DOS. GLaDOS’s cousin.)

I was REALLY thrown by Sabine training as a Jedi because it came out of nowhere and I don’t see how it fits her character, but I am otherwise generally a fan of the “anyone can be a Jedi” thesis. I know it’s controversial because by now it’s been very established that space wizardry is a highly selective genetic trait, and of course surprise superpowers aren’t as fun or special if just anybody can do it… but going all the way back to the OT I always felt like Luke’s journey had more of an everyman quality to it, that he chose to follow that path and he trained and he learned to tap into the Force. Some people are born to be better at it, some people are way too strong with it and have to learn to control it, but theoretically anyone can do it. The Force connects ALL living things, so it makes sense to me that anyone should have the ability to access it, even if that only manifests in faint or subliminal ways (“I have a bad feeling about this,” that old theory).

I’m just not convinced they should have gone this route for Sabine! Her relationship with Ahsoka still doesn’t make sense to me, they didn’t flesh it out at all and I can’t track it from what we saw in Rebels. And it also disappoints me that she did ultimately work out how to use superpowers because I enjoy the dynamic of non-Force sensitives who are nonetheless very narratively important, even when you mix them in with the magic users who tend to suck up all the story weight. I like it when the magic is a little more rare and unique and hidden (particularly in the OT and ST eras!), and as much as I love space wizardry, that mythic element seems to work a little better at movie scale than at tv scale.

So I’m kind of a big hypocrite when I say anyone can use the Force when I also still want it to be special and exclusive, lol. I guess logically I like Force usage to be all-inclusive (or at least have that potential) but narratively I like it to be rare. ???? IT’S CONDITIONAL, OKAY. I contain multitudes.

I still have a really hard time connecting to live-action Ahsoka and I don’t think she seems enough like her animated counterpart for me to feel emotionally invested in her. It’s just a lot of Rosario Dawson doing a Knowing Smirk and posing with lightsabers. It was especially stark in comparison to Ariana Greenblatt’s younger version, who seemed EXACTLY like animated Ahsoka—which admittedly is not a fair comparison because she was literally playing the animated version, but she got the voice and mannerisms down so well.

Really all the animated characters seem so thin, and while I did like Sabine and I warmed up to Hera, forcing this all into live-action has the two-fold effect of not being enough for people who are familiar with the cartoons (because we don’t need the Cliff’s Notes versions of their characters, we know them and their story, and this just seems like cosplay versions of them clunkily recapping us on how they know each other) but ALSO not being enough for general audiences who haven’t seen the cartoons (because who the hell are these thinly drawn characters referencing a bunch of backstories and events we’ve never seen??). It’s like, yes, I recognize them from the cartoons! But that recognition alone is not enough to carry an entire series! Whereas if they’d just gone ahead and made a sequel cartoon they could’ve actually made a plot and it wouldn’t feel like they spent all this time on what only amounted to setup for something else.

I DID, however, feel like Ezra was the most successful translation from animation to live-action—I loved him a lot and he felt most like his actual character to me. (well. him and Chopper. lol) I understand why they gave him a beard but I hope he ditches it, then he’d be perfect. I can’t even wish for them to do away with the colored contact lenses because I know they won’t, but obviously those are awful across the board. It’s so distracting for everyone to have dead doll eyes, but apparently cosplay accuracy is more important than staying out of the uncanny valley. “We have to literally give them these goofy-ass cartoon eye colors! Otherwise twitter will riot!!!”

I just do not understand why they would make this show with its entire main cast from the cartoons, that is a direct sequel to the cartoons… not a cartoon. (I mean, from a cynical standpoint I get it—they have a ready-made premise and characters to continue churning out live-action Star Wars Content™ in lieu of actually making any more movies. But I don’t LIKE it.) People who know the characters are distracted trying to do the mental gymnastics required to align new voices/faces/mannerisms/personalities with what they already know, and people who don’t know the characters are totally lacking any of the context that would allow them to care and not be bewildered.

They throw Thrawn’s name around soooo much before he shows up, they make such a huge fucking deal about Thrawn, and we’ve never seen Thrawn in live-action before so it has absolutely no meaning to anyone coming into this cold. Even for me, watching it as someone who knows who Thrawn is, it feels completely stupid to treat it like something that has so much weight in the universe when within this story he has never existed before now. You say a name ominously and this is supposed to matter? Why? Who cares? You’ve never even shown this guy. It feels like I’ve missed something even when I’ve watched everything there is to watch. There are ways to build suspense around an unseen character, but just saying their name a bunch without showing why anybody should care or where all this talk came from in the first place is not it. They’re not connecting these dots, and certainly not in a way that makes for a compelling viewing experience. None of these stories stand on their own anymore, it’s like it’s all just references piled on top of references. They’re so busy talking about past events and setting up future events that they’re not really bothering with current on-screen events.

I did think Thrawn’s intro scene had some pretty cool gravitas, but here’s where I admit that I don’t care about Thrawn. 😬 Now, GRANTED, I’ve only read the Thrawn trilogy and watched Rebels, so I don’t have any exposure to his other appearances in the current EU. But he irritated me SOOOO MUUUUUCH in the original books that I’ve never wanted to seek out more. He’s a stream of deus ex machina gotcha moments, “I’m always ten steps ahead of the heroes because reasons,” and I never found it interesting, it was always just annoying. “I study art so I know everything forever” uggghh shut up. But! At least that guy was competent! This version of a brilliant strategic mastermind written by dummies is even worse. He’s not intimidating at all.

And I mean, a good way to maybe get me to care about Thrawn would have been anything approaching fandom’s invented odd couple adventures for Thrawn and Ezra post-Rebels, but instead the implication here is that they have done absolutely nothing and have not interacted at all throughout their entire exile. Complete stasis for both of them. Like, I hate the vague tell-don’t-show of the Sabine and Ahsoka stuff, but it’s doubly boring to not even have the suggestion of anything happening in that intervening time period. What a transparently lazy way to shuffle Ezra and Thrawn off the board for the OT just to zip them back and pick up where they left off to fill in some dead space before the sequels.

That first shot of Enoch’s weird FACE HELMET was so bizarre I was really excited—the combination of gold and an unsettling molded face mask reminded me of Death Stranding, so for a second I was like omg weird Kojima Star Wars, holy shit. But it was really only one weird visual that wore off quickly. Just another different action figure, nevermind. And then I learned he was AMOS FROM THE EXPANSE so I just wanted him to take the mask off. Classic mask guys: I know you’re hot underneath there!!!!!!

I was enormously frustrated with the finale because, while I had decently enjoyed the journey, it really made it clear how futile it had all been and it wasn’t fun enough to overlook the emptiness. Ahsoka and Sabine facilitated the one thing they were trying to prevent and they’re fine with it. It was one long “To Be Continued” and like. I dunno. It would have been nice for a tv series to have SOMETHING within its scope that was being built to.

I liked Baylan and Shin a lot (new characters we’ve never seen before??!?!? who have cool outfits and cool vibes??!???!? LOVE IT) but toward the end I started to get irritated that we had no idea what Baylan was really up to and I assumed we would find out in the finale. Haha NOPE!! The lack of resolution makes it an even bigger bummer that Ray Stevenson is gone and they’ll have to recast to continue. From a logistical standpoint it just seems so odd and unbalanced that the season started with them and then by the end they only merit a few seconds of silent check-in without ever clarifying their reason for being in the story in the first place. (Obviously I see they’re bringing Mortis into this somehow [completely unclear to non-cartoon viewers!!!], but. What ABOUT it???? SHOW YOUR WORK)

Seeing the World Between Worlds was cool and I enjoyed the resultant Ben Solo clowning. :) (I also was comforted by seeing people excited about that, because my initial gut reaction was to be ANXIOUS AS HELL about them using up things I want for Ben on other characters. Noooo you should be saving that for my boy!!!! Please don’t chip away at my delusional hopes for the future, I need those to survive!!!!!!!) But the more Anakin’s corpse gets dragged out and bandied about the less sense it makes that they didn’t bother to use him in the sequels. You know, the conclusion to the saga about his family. The place where it would have made the MOST sense to use him. Nah. Anakin Skywalker throughout his entire life and afterlife: “Fuck them kids.”

I do think it’s cute to see Clone Wars-era Anakin and I’m glad we’ve progressed to a time where people appreciate Hayden. But I am also personally in dangerous territory of being like “I’ve had enough of this dude.” Between this and Obi-Wan suddenly Anakin is all over the place… while being markedly absent from the part of the story that features his legacy dooming all of his descendants. I don’t wanna be a person who holds a grudge against a fictional character for choices made by the writers, but I do find myself feeling more like “piss off, ghost!” because of TROS. If you’re gonna be an absentee father then GET OUTTA HERE!

Too bad Marrok was a nothingburger and went out like a total punk, because he looked so much like a Star Wars version of Rinzler I was losing my mind. Tron AU 4ever

Huyang was great, David Tennant has an excellent droid voice. And of course I loved the talk about Kanan 😭 But I’m bummed that lightsaber construction—!!!!!! one of my personally monumental longtime wishes for live-action Star Wars!!!!!—got rushed out in such an anticlimactic way on a mediocre tv series. Sigh. Glossed right over it just to cram another lightsaber in there for some bad action scenes. I actually liked Ezra only using the Force and Sabine only using a lightsaber so they had like a tag team “two halves of one Jedi” thing going on.

The zombie stormtroopers and their loud undead moaning were so stupid. I believed what the internet was theorizing, that all those troopers were dead to begin with, but I guess not? (I was really expecting that reveal in the previous episode with the group that got wiped out in the outdoor battle.) They were scarier and cooler as quiet automatons. The Spirit Halloween shambling zombie garbage really ruined it.

I was pretty intrigued by the whole “other galaxy” premise and the ancient artifacts/magic. I love the Zeffo aesthetic, and I love the Nightsisters so seeing the Great Mothers was really cool. But Peridea was such a dull environment it wasn’t as awe-inspiring as it seemed like it should have been. I did like the giant monuments and whale bones, and the crab guys were cute, but otherwise… not a lot going on. I know the universe is a big place and most of it is more likely to be dead and empty than not, but also. It’s a fantasy. And I wanna see COOL ALIEN STUFF and WEIRD ENVIRONMENTS.

I enjoyed the duels between Sabine and Shin—the first one on Lothal was particularly cool because as it was happening it dawned on me that, holy shit, is this the first time we’ve ever seen a live-action lightsaber duel between two women?!?! And I had to scan my memory banks to be sure. Sometimes… you spend so long in a dude-centric universe and become so desensitized to it… you can’t even tell when you’ve reached the light. 🤧 So anyway that was fun!! They also had some real copycat Reylo moments that made me laugh. (Shin threw Sabine into a tree!!!!1!1!)

The Purrgil were nice. :) I also liked that the Peridea boneyard had some brief glimpses of SPACE SHRIMP?? I did wonder as we were getting such an up-close look at Purrgil baleen if they actually ate space krill, and welp, I guess so. Just some regular whales in space. Star Wars was jealous that everybody’s favorite Star Trek is the one with the whales.

The “bokken Jedi” phrase Baylan introduced here is interesting to me because it’s nice to have something to describe a concept that I LOVE: the late-stage kids informally trained in the wild who have no idea what they’re doing. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed thinking about in terms of the sequels (see: one of my old meta observations that I’m most proud of!). The one thing I don’t love about it is more just straight-up copying Japanese words and concepts—just because Star Wars started that way doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it. :/

One unequivocally good thing I will say about this series is that I LOVED the music. The end credits in particular were awesome, I watched that all the way through every time.

The only things the finale left me looking forward to were Dathomir and whatever the fuck weird Force mythology they’re gonna get into, but I’m not exactly holding my breath about any of it. It’s not like they can make any sort of seismic shift since obviously the sequels still happen. ……Unless they break the Force so hard that they go full alternate universe………….. or they break it several years down the road right when Rey is born and actually cause the dyad to form… oh god

#star wars #ahsoka #sw meta #i don't have any other outlet for my star wars opinions anymore so i periodically just have to ramble about it at excessive length #i can only bottle up so much #i have the soul of a livejournaler but i've trapped myself in the body of a silent reblogger

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berries28 · 2 years

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Okay so

It irks me a LOT when people call reboot Gwen a 'tomboy,' especially when she's applauded for being more 'tomboyish' than the previous Gwen, who was honestly a badass in her own right. Guys, she's not a tomboy! Neither the reboot she's in nor she ever gave herself that label! She's a regular little girl who's active and knows sick fighting and dance moves and loves her world's twilightTM and magicgirl anime and is great with tech and NOTHING she does is particularly gendered!

The only reason you might think she's a tomboy is because girls (irl or in cartoons) were expected to be a certain kind of way when they're young- catty, not sporty/active, fights with boys- or because that's how most female children used to be shown in our media. Thankfully, that's all changed now.

This is probably the last thing the Ben10 fandom, a show aimed at little boys, might care about, but I'll share with you a line from a health show I was watching that prompted me to finally write about this: "Instead of learning how to raise good female children, we should learn how to raise children well." Idk if that line made sense, but it just reminded me how much I disliked how they made Gwen in Alien Force into, like, the designated' girl' of the show without ever being relatable or sympathetic to actual girls who were watching. By 'designated girl,' i mean she was the 'mom' of the group, the eye candy, and the one whose primary problems involved her love-interest's problems (I still don't know why she IMMEDIATELY crushed on her cousin's ex-nemesis who tried to kill them a bunch of times as kids).

Of course I'm biased against this because I personally HATE the word tomboy for how it made me and so many other afabs feel as children, and how calling little girls or girl characters even 'a bit of a tomboy' for being active or sporty takes away from the belief that girls can be hyperactive and loud and active too without being like boys, but that's just my two cents.

Tl:dr (though i do hope you read all that), reboot Gwen shouldn't be called a tomboy, she should instead be seen as a positive portrayal of young girl characters who are allowed to do and like whatever she wants without being confined to a trope or label so actual little girls can do and like whatever they want without fear or expectation of getting a label.

#ben 10 #ben 10 reboot #gwen tennyson #Idk sorry if you like tomboy as a word or see nothing wrong with it #But i absolutely LOATHE it #I also hate the phrase 'she's one of the guys'#For the record I also love original Gwen I just wish she was nicer

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cookierun-daily-diary · 2 years

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Some of my headcanons for the Dark squad:

(that includes Dark Choco, Pomegranate, Licorice, Poison Mushroom, Red Velvet, Strawberry Crepe and Dark Enchantress)

Warning: (probably??) long text

Licorice is surprisingly popular with kids. Not that he's actually good or anything, but in the same way a bunch of children will gather around to watch a dead animal. He's just entertaining to them.

Red Velvet is absolutely that kind of pet owner who makes having pets their entire personality. You casually mention cake hounds in front of him and you're stuck hearing him talk passionately about how having one will change your life for eight hours. That's why they left him at the cake tower alone /j. (The only one he has ever successfully converted is Pastry Cookie, but that's a story in the future.)

On that note, I kind of don't see Red Velvet and Pastry being romantic partners (probably not even friends, both of them are too intense for that to work). But they will definitely have a special bond, and sort of trust each other?? Maybe after Red Velvet talks her out of murdering cake monsters, it will be Pastry's turn to talk him out of murdering?/holding contempts for fellow cookies. I think both of them are currently holding too much rage inside their system, but they will mellow out quite a bit with the help of the other. That being said, outside of philosophical debates, their casual interactions will be awkward as hell lol. How I would love to see two emo kids with different alignments interact with each other in a normal setting.

I really really hope they tone Pomegranate's intensity down a bit, because I like her design so much and her story seems compelling to me too?? Anyways she has the vibe of a middle child who's constantly testing their eldest's patience for fun and fully believes they themself to be the actual one in charge. Dark Choco is said unfortunate eldest who was born too close to their siblings and thus has no power among them. Licorice is also a middle child but the kind that's always forgotten by their own parents (and their siblings, too). Poison Mushroom is the baby sibling because they are baby and that's already canon. Strawberry Crepe is that one spoiled only child who's a brat to everyone else (also canon /j).

(Red Velvet is that one older cousin who occassionally visits that you looked up to and thought he was cool when you were a child, but as you grow up you realize he's actually just an emo.)

I love the idea that Dark Enchantress practically adopts each and every of her followers (maybe save for Dark Choco? I'm sure he wouldn't want that). Eventually they all slip up at different times and accidentally call her "mom". Poison Mushroom and Strawberry Crepe probably treat this as normal behaviour, and go on about their day like nothing happened (and they will continue to call her so). Pomegranate will use "mother" instead of "mom" but will be horrified nonetheless and think she has committed a great crime against their leader. Licorice, well, we all know how he will react, blushing and denying it with all his might. Red Velvet will not slip up because he already called her "mother" his entire life.

Dark Choco cares a great deal for their younger members like Poison Mushroom and Strawberry Crepe (this is probably already canon, I mean, there's no reason it wouldn't be, right?). He also will try to talk them out of this lifestyle a lot to no avail, and will continue to begrudgingly care for them in order to at least give them a bit more "diverse" influence. And they will see him as some sort of older brother figure, too! Their reactions to this may be a little bit different, that is. While Poison Mushroom is the sweet little sibling that always follows their brother everywhere and constantly asks questions to the point of being slightly annoying, Strawberry Crepe will no doubt be that bratty sibling who just entered their rebellious phase (but still needs constant affection and attention, please!! And will get jealous easily, too).

(At the end of the day, deep down, they all care for each other.)

#cookie run kingdom #crk #dark choco cookie #pomegranate cookie #licorice cookie #poison mushroom cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #red velvet cookie #pastry cookie #dark enchantress cookie #headcanon #i know that they are kind of a mess in canon and this probably makes them out to be better than they are #but i have been nice lately (probably).#i deserve to indulge and project on my fav cookies a bit.#diary talks

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a-lil-perspective · 3 years

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Oh, i love your boy Asher. Would you be willing to share a couple of hc's about him dealing with his army of nieces?

Thank you!! I’m always down to talk about my boy.

So, I play a lot with the scenario that he has a little sister later on but let’s just put him in the Papa Hunterverse and surround him. XD

A very sweet boi. Very docile amongst all these females. XD He’s able to internalize very well.

I mean he loves all his girl cousins and what have you but he feels like they’re taking over. XD

And they are because Hunter won’t stop making them

His Buir agrees.

So those two just watch from the sidelines, making it a point to be on their best behavior at all times because they’re smart, they know not to piss off all these females. They’re hopelessly outnumbered. XD

Hunter: How do you think I feel—

Plus, Asher is a lil gentleman, so he would never upset them purposely. He knows how to treat a lady. He’s learned a lot from his Buir.

So Asher subjects himself to the frills and all the frivolous activities. Just grin and bear it. It feels like something Dad would say.

No really, he doesn’t mind. He adores his cousins, all the females in his life, and as long as he has them, he doesn’t mind all the girly bravado.

He’s really animated when he plays with them and it’s adorable. They love their cousin Ashy.

But he also teaches them how to shoot so it levels the playing field a bit.

Bonus: Omega and Asher.😍❤️

Would be the best of friends.

Is Asher’s favorite cousin but you didn’t hear that from him—

The feeling is mutual

Closer in age and temperament, those two are like peas in a pod.

Definitely the most mature kids of the bunch.

The appeal is definitely there because Omega is inquisitive and intuitive, like Asher. It’s a nice change of pace from all the boorish behavior of his cousins.

Omega knows this and she steals him away a lot. :) They trek off to go on lots of explorations.

It used to worry their Buirs but they’re both old enough, capable. They’ve been entrusted not to get into trouble, and to take care of each other if they do. It’s a thrilling responsibility.

Also they bond over their bows. Omega with her bow, Asher with his crossbow. Sharpshooter solidarity.

#Omega and Asher make me🥺#it is asher loving hours #crossverse #papa hunterverse #cross’buir #papa hunter #star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #clone force 99 #crosshair #omega #omega bad batch #meg #meg bad batch #bad batch cousins #lmao #it’s a lil thing

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mymedicine · 4 years

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Alocasia

or, 7.5k words of blushy harry and sassy y/n

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - y/n doesn’t like people, but she likes harry—even though he keeps fucking this up

warnings - language, alcohol, mentions of sex (not explicit), lots of banter, excessive use of parentheses, umm... veganism?

notes - hiii! for once i don’t really have anything to say other than welcome, to a very fluffy and kind of chaotic one shot. hope you give her a chance and a reblog if you enjoy! <3

Upon moving into his charming downtown apartment, Harry was feeling a lot of things.

He was excited at the prospect of living there, of waking up in his cozy new bedroom, of flipping pancakes in the kitchen with a stunning view of the city skyline, and of lounging on his soft gray couch while watching reruns of Criminal Minds. He was also anxious, and a little annoyed. There were groceries to be bought, chores to be done, bills to be paid (Fuckin’ landlord was an ass for refusing to include utilities in the rent). The cabinets in the bathroom were a little creaky (Do I need some WD-40? Can I afford WD-40?!) He even had to walk up four flights of stairs to get to his door, a task which Harry was keen to count as his daily exercise.

Above all, Harry was lonely. Living alone was a blessing and a curse, he reckoned. He could lounge about without any clothes, dance in the kitchen to the sounds of Folklore (a guilty pleasure), and watch creepypasta videos on YouTube until three am (and consequently stay up til dawn, for fear of nightmares) without worrying about anyone but himself.

But after just two days in the new place, he was concerned that the cost of privacy may not be worth it. Loneliness and boredom weighed heavily on his conscience as he laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Not only did he live alone, but he also didn’t have any friends in the city yet. No one to see, nothing to do. Lost, he decided. No direction, no purpose…Only four walls and a bunch of empty cabinets.

And yet it wasn’t even social interaction he craved necessarily—it was purpose, company, and…perhaps some cuddles. He briefly considered the idea of a pet. Maybe a friendly little French bulldog to chase around and be responsible for? Or a fluffy Maine Coon kitty to scratch behind the ear and snuggle at night?

But the bills…the responsibility…The prudent adult deep within Harry knew he was hardly ready to support himself, let alone a helpless animal. He’d have to feed it and walk it and make sure it didn’t shit all over the floor—not to mention the landlord would raise hell if he found out.

Meanwhile, the soft, gentle, maybe a little naive man who dominated Harry’s conscience was craving a friend. Pets were a no for now, so what’s the next best thing? He grappled with the question…Surely, a person was the obvious answer. He wouldn’t mind a pretty body to warm his heart—or, at least, his bed.

Harry stretched his legs out over the arm of the couch—the only furniture he had at the moment aside from his mattress on the floor of the bedroom—and snuggled into his cozy corduroy blanket, craving warmth in the cold apartment. A rainbow cardigan adorned his chest today, draped over a plain white turtleneck that warmed his neck. He liked to keep it cold so he could be snuggly wrapped in his sweaters without sweating bullets. He dug around in the pocket of his cardigan for his phone, eager to receive affection from something other than his clothes.

In retrospect, Tinder had given Harry far more unfortunate encounters with other people (lots of younger girls just looking for a plug and toxic guys who left him on read) than pleasurable ones. But hindsight was always 20/20 and isolation had already planted the seed in his head.

He quickly examined his own profile. It consisted of two photos of him smirking softly (not too serious, but not too eager either), one with his sister and his mum (to show he’s a family man), and a group one with his mates (because sure, he was lonely, but he didn’t want people to know that). There were also one or two shirtless photos (thirst traps, according to Niall) that he’d sprinkled in between the tame ones even though it made him feel kind of icky. Weighing the odds, he’d decided that desperation for matches outweighed the cringey-ness of it all.

His very last photo was the only one where he felt like himself. He was smiling wide in it, wearing a baby blue sweater with a little chick popping out of its egg on the front that Mitch had teased him for back home. His bio, too, showcased his wholesome values.

Harry’s eyes widened as he observed on the first person he saw upon opening the home page—Y/N. She only had two photos—a shot of her perched on a car hood and smiling wide and one far away one with her figure drowning in a sea of…plants. Fittingly, her bio read: “I love plants and I hate people.”

She was beautiful and every bit as anti-social as himself. It was perfect.

Harry laughed softly to himself and swiped right immediately. He was giddy when the familiar It’s a match! popped up on the screen immediately. His thumbs hovered over the keypad, brow furrowed as he frowned at the screen. Matching was one thing, but actually starting a conversation was another entirely.

Ultimately, he decided honesty was the best policy:

you had me at ‘i hate people’ :D

Now what? Matching was one thing, starting a conversation was another, but having a whole conversation was another thing entirely. He hated the waiting, especially when he had absolutely nothing to busy himself with in the mean time, aside from fiddling with his fingers and doing laps around his living room.

Seven minutes later (not that he’s counting), a ding came through on his phone.

y/n: you had me at ‘treat people with kindness,’ mon petit :)

Harry smiled wide. He was pleased she’d noticed not only his bio, but also the sweater he was wearing in his favorite photo of himself. It was the perfect response from a perfect girl.

harry: so what do you do?

y/n: i work at a plant shop on Main

Figures, he thought. He imagined her carrying a watering pitcher, tending to a plant with gentle fingers. She’d be surrounded by them like she was in the photo on her profile, green on all sides. God, he thought. What a beautiful scene with a beautiful star.

harry: wanna go for drinks tonight and talk about plants?

y/n: sure ;)

Nightfall brought a chill to the air that made Harry desperately want to curl up into his warm bed and snuggle into his pillow. But here he was, shuffling his feet outside the crowded bar and absently wearing another tiny hole in the sleeve of his striped sweater. It was a decent bar in town. They didn’t water down the drinks and they kept the lights dim so she wouldn’t have to see him flushed beet red after one drink. That is, if she would show up at all.

“Hey, you’re Harry?”

He turned quickly toward the sound of the voice, and there she was. And holy shit, he thought. That is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her two profile photos did not even begin to do her justice. The idea of a mere photo on a screen couldn’t even compare to the real thing. He would never be keen to look at a photo again, he reckoned. It wouldn’t make his heart bloom and flutter like the vision of her in front of him did. Was this love at first sight?

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, and not because the chilly night, “Y/N, right?”

Harry didn’t think he really believed in love—certainly not love at first sight, but this girl was throwing him into another world. Before, he couldn’t seem to stand still, but her presence in front him planted his feet firmly on the ground.

“Yep, that’s me!” She smiled wide, speaking cooly and confidently. It was obvious she knew how beautiful she was and, even more evident, how enamored Harry already was with her.

“I—you’re absolutely beautiful,” The words slipped out of his lips before he could catch them—not that he was really making any effort to hide his attraction for her. Still, he enjoyed the way her eyes brightened and teeth gently nibbled at her bottom lip in response to the compliment

And suddenly, the idea of merely kissing her soft flesh, tickling her sweet bud, and ultimately burying himself inside her tonight didn’t seem like enough. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to smell her hair and hear her laugh. He wanted to make her pancakes in the morning and kiss her lips, sweetened lightly with maple syrup. He wanted to love her.

No, he couldn’t possibly ruin his chance with a girl like this by fucking her on the couch in his cold, lonely apartment, never to see or hear from her again.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Of course.”

One hour and four and a half drinks later, (whiskey cokes for Y/N, vodka crans for Harry) the cramped bar was hot and they were floating on air. He’d learned that she worked at Main Street Nursery, usually by herself, sometimes with her cousin who owned the place. She was an avid vegan, but only because she hated meat and dairy made her sick. She’d learned that Harry was new in town and lived only a block away from Main. Also, Y/N managed to learn that Harry had no friends here and was very lonely in his new apartment, but only after his third vodka cran when the already weak filter in his throat began to crumble and embarrassing things spewed out of his lips like a spout.

“Let’s dance, H.” Y/N requested, gently caressing his bicep from where she sat beside him.

Oh god. No amount of alcohol would let him embarrass himself like that. “I don’t really… uh—“

But Y/N was having none of that. She thrust his half empty glass in his face, eyebrows raised in a pointed look. “Come on, baby!”

He hesitated for only a moment. Her fingers were soft and warm and distracting against his arm and it was very dark in the crowded bar, but he could easily see her bright eyes and the mischief dancing around in them. Somehow, she looked just as beautiful after putting away five whiskey cokes. Ah fuck. How could he possibly say no to her?

Harry tipped the glass against his lips, downed the bitter beverage, and finally let her tug him to the middle of the room.

A few people were dancing raunchily to the loud music, and the combination of the alcohol and the darkness and Y/N’s effortless beauty gave Harry the confidence to join them. He placed his hands gingerly around her waist, nearly flinching at the warm feeling of her skin against his. Y/N flashed him a blissful, slightly drunken grin and squeezed his bicep more firmly, relaxing in his hold.

Y/N led them in a giggly dance, letting her hands wander Harry’s body and ultimately settle around his neck. Brain foggy with an alcohol induced haze, she swayed her hips against his.

Minutes turned into an hour or so and Y/N had grown quite comfortable in the circle of Harry’s arms, fronts flushed together impossibly close.

“Wanna get out of here?” Her whisper in the shell of his ear was alluring, seductive, sweet, and almost irresistible. But Harry was on a mission—one that only included seeing her again after tonight and, ultimately, making her his. Five vodka crans weren’t quite enough to outweigh his desire for something more. No, this plan didn’t include fucking her. (At least, not tonight).

“Um, I think we should…er—slow down…”

“You don’t...you don’t wanna hookup?” She looked up at him with something like disappointment (or maybe anxiety? insecurity? He wasn’t sure) in her eyes.

“No, it’s just… I—I wanted to get to know you?”

Y/N subtly stepped away from him, just an inch or so, but more than enough for him to notice and consequently panic. “Oh um, It’s okay...I just thought—well, I didn’t think we’d really be getting to know each other…”

Ouch. She obviously was not on the same page as he was with the whole I WANT TO LOVE YOU thing he had going on at the moment. The alcohol thickened his skin a little, easing the sting of her words.

“But if I’m like...not pretty enough or nice enough I—uh...” she was rambling a little—and oh god, she must be wasted if she’s questioning her beauty. Harry’s heart hurt. How could she not see that she was perfect inside and out?

“No, Y/N! You’re perfect…it’s just—“

“I get it, um...”

“I’m sorry, you don’t understand!

“I understand, Harry…I guess I’ll just—go home now.”

Well, fuck. In an effort to prolong his time with her, he’d managed to cut it short and blow his shot to see her again at all. He kicked himself for hoping. Hope for the best, expect the worst, he reminded himself. He was just fine at the hoping part, but the disappointment in the aftermath bit even deeper than his desperate loneliness.

Back to square one.

I’m going for a plant…if Y/N happens to be there then…Harry thought as he approached Main Street, then Y/N will be there. His heart skipped a beat at the thought. He tugged nervously at the sleeves of his sweater—this one white with a “my life is crap” graphic that he found quite funny—wearing another tiny hole in the fabric. He absently regretted not taking a shot or two before impulsively jogging across the block to the plant shop, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. I’m just here to get a plant.

Truthfully, he didn’t know shit about plants, but how hard could it be? Surely, all it took was a little water and a sunny spot. Optimistic, he wandered into the cute little shop. Upon entering, he found it wasn’t really indoors at all—just four walls of greenery with only a few wooden beams as a ceiling, allowing rays of mid-morning sunshine to illuminate the space quite beautifully. Harry couldn’t help but notice how one such ray shone directly on the most beautiful creature in the shop.

The scene was even more delightful than he’d imagined. She looked ethereal doing even the most mundane tasks, he thought. The way her skin glowed in the sunlight in front of a backdrop of lush greenery? Heavenly. He took a few more moments to absently admire her as she lifted a watering can above her head with skilled hands, squinting at the sun while reaching up to water a large, leafy looking plant that hung from one of the beams.

The plant was hanging just low enough to block her view of Harry, so when he gently cleared his throat to call her name, she leaped backward. A loud thud rang out and suddenly, the watering can was no longer grasped between her fingers and her pale pink apron was stained crimson—completely drenched.

“Oh my god!” they both screeched at the same time.

Harry felt the weight of the world on his shoulders as he ran over to her. “I’m so sorry angel,” he said, picking up the now leaking can from the floor. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, oh my god, are you okay?!”

She looked a mess, quite honestly. But even covered in water and sprawled out on the concrete floor, she was cute to him, like a little bud sprouting out of the pot. She looked up at him with a contemptuous stare.

“Harry!” She cried from the floor, “What are you doing?”

While he did appreciate how adorable she looked, Harry was horrified. He hadn’t known her long, but he’d never heard her stutter or seen her blush like that. Even in their brief text exchanges and one night together, she’d always seemed so confident, so effortlessly graceful and calm. “I’m so sorry love, I really didn’t mean to—“

“Why are you here?”

“I-I just...I just wanted a plant and—and… I know you love them, and I thought there wouldn’t be anywhere better to go...”

Y/N’s expression softened as he rambled. “Okay, well, feel free to look around,” She stumbled to her feet, murmuring as she went. She wiped her hands on her soaked apron, trying to clean them but actually just spreading the wetness. “And um…Let me know if you need anything.”

She pressed a tight lipped grin on and her voice went a tinge too high pitched. She was clearly putting herself in customer service mode, but Harry caught a playful glint behind her bright eyes.

Harry flushed red and turned away from her, kicking himself for being so clumsy. He craned his head around the shop, feeling hopelessly overwhelmed. He wanted to ask her for help or at least a gentle push in right direction, but he figured he’d already bothered her enough.

Even with his back to her, Y/N’s presence was distracting. He could hear her feet shuffling around softly, the light clang of the metal watering can against the counter, even the pinging sound from her phone as he wandered the store.

Harry made a few aimless circles around before particular plant caught his eye. It was a modest looking plant, no where near as big as some of the hanging vines and rubber trees that littered the store. It had large, dark green leaves with jagged looking edges and sat pretty in a terra cotta pot near the front of the store.

He decided this plant would suit his needs perfectly (what are those needs again? He asked himself, company? responsibility?). He ultimately ignored his thoughts and the fact that he wasn’t even himself clear on what he wanted and picked up the plant in both arms. He shivered upon realizing that Y/N was probably watching him the whole time as he brought the plant to the counter where she was waiting. Watching him struggle and make a fool out of himself, that is.

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked cordially.

Harry nodded stiffly, unsure what to say. “Mmhm.”

“Have you got others?” Y/N continued making conversation while punching some numbers into the cash register, smiling and avoiding his gaze.

Harry looked up at the same time she looked away from the register. He was a little startled by her question, not expecting her to actually speak to him after what he’d done earlier. “Uh, no. I just moved here, remember?”

“Oh, right—well, you know this is an alocasia?” she said it very gently, with a patient smile. He didn’t like that she was avoiding his gaze before, but now that she was staring at him unwaveringly, he felt like he was under a microscope. Heat rose is Harry’s cheeks. Did the name of the plant matter?

“Uh, yeah? I mean, uh—I had a few back in my old place…” Why Harry? Why is your first instinct to lie?

“So you know what to do with this kind of plant?’

“Um…yeah?” He stammered, speech as rushed and clumsy as the beating of his heart. His sweaty palms further confirmed the obvious—Y/N made him nervous. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was perfect. He felt desperately out of place in front of her here. How could he possibly impress her? After he’d already fucked up more than once?

“I, well—nevermind,” Y/N replied finally, shaking her head. She was still smiling, but now he felt like she was giggling to herself because she knew something he didn’t.

“Did you want to add some Miracle Potion to your purchase today?” she asked, back in customer service mode once again.

Harry did not know what the fuck Miracle Potion was, but it sounded like a rehearsed line she was required to say during every transaction. She was looking at him so pointedly though, and the brightness of her eyes was distracting. How could he say no when she was looking at him like that?

“Yeah, why not.”

And seeing her beam at him with that lovely smile was so worth the extra eight dollars.

Harry cradled his new plant—Franklin, he’d decided—in both arms, awkwardly body-slamming his apartment door to get it open without his hands. First order of business after setting Franklin down on the coffee table was to quench his thirst. He still hadn’t gone on a real grocery trip for the new place, so he’s been living off of trail mix and kombucha. Harry craved kombucha like plants craved water.

Which brought him to the second order of business: research. He sat on the couch with his trail mix, kombucha, and laptop, quickly opening up a search for “alocasia plant care”

And suddenly Y/N’s behavior made sense.

Of course, of every plant he could have chosen at random, Harry’d gone for one of the most difficult, demanding, and definitely-not-for-beginners house plants in the shop.

He had a funny feeling it wasn’t the last time his optimism would get him in trouble.

Harry was frustrated.

It’d been less than twenty four hours since he became a father, and his once green-leafed baby was already browning at the edges. He frowned, peering at Franklin’s crisp leaves as he meticulously sprayed the Miracle Potion into the soil. The once dry dirt was starting to look a little better, but—holy shit!

Harry leaped away from the table, dropping the spray and nearly knocking himself onto his ass. His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding. He felt betrayed and horrified. Y/N never mentioned that there’d be bugs crawling in the soil! But Harry could not unsee the tiny worm-ish looking guy slithering up from the depths of the pot and onto the base of Franklin’s stem.

This was a mistake. A huge mistake. Who has he kidding?

He couldn’t help himself. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing the plant shop’s number without a second thought.

“Hello, you’ve reached Main Street Nursery! We’re not available right now, please leave a message and we’ll call back as soon as possible.”

“Y/N! S’Harry and, oh my god there’s a bug in Franklin! I was sprayin’ the potion stuff on the soil like ya said to but then there was a big worm thing and I dunno what to do now? I’m scared Y/N, why didn’t ya tell me there’d be bugs?! Holy shit, Franklin’s gonna die, what the fu—“

A beep interrupted his ramblings, which Harry would later be grateful for. He was always a sort of ramble-y type, but adding a pretty girl and a bug-induced panic was more than enough to make him insufferably talkative.

He begrudgingly opened the Tinder app, his only other means of communicating with her. He typed out a lengthy message with rapid fingers, explaining the bug situation in between a series of colorful emojis.

thought you knew what you were doing? Y/N’s reply came in three and a half minutes later.

harry: I lied :(

(No use in lying now).

y/n: that’s alright bub. just relax, I’ll bring you some bug stickers

Bug stickers? What the fuck? He’d already made a fool of himself, so he might as well ask, he reasoned.

harry: why would I want a bug sticker?!!

y/n: just send me your address

He did as she asked, blushing profusely at the thought of her being in his apartment. Oh shit, he realized. She’s gonna be in my apartment. Realistically, he knew she probably wouldn’t even come past the front door. She’d just give him the damn stickers and then go off to whatever better things she had to do. But if Harry has any dominant personality trait, it’s optimism.

So he quickly started to tidy the living space—careful to avoid the coffee table where Franklin and his new worm-ish adversary sat. The plant aside, it’s a cute little place that screamed an unemployed single man lives here. Once the kombucha bottles and gum wrappers are thrown out, he puts way too much effort into swiping the trail mix crumbs off the couch and carefully arranging a throw blanket across the arm of it—she won’t even be coming near the couch, Harry, chill out.

When would she be coming? She hadn’t given him a time. She’d asked for his address…did that mean she was coming immediately? Maybe she’d asked for it to come by later? Or tomorrow?—

A loud knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts.

He should have expected this. Even after only meeting twice, he should’ve known she’d barge right into his living room, skirting right past him to find Franklin. The first thing he learned about her was that she owed plants and hated people.

“Um, hello love,” he said awkwardly, trailing behind her. “Thanks for coming over.”

Y/N looked up from where she was examining the plant’s leaves as if she’d just noticed him lurking behind her (very on brand for her, Harry noted to himself). He was taken with her sudden eye contact. Her eyes had that same sparkly glow as they did in the shop—they got that way when she talked about her veganism and her cousin and her plants.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, mister Harry Styles. You’re a liar.” she said plainly. She was frowning at him (Is that a playful frown? He hoped so) “You’re a liar and it almost cost Franklin’s life.”

Harry was, once again, horrified. If he hadn’t proper fucked it up the first two times they met, he’d surely done it now. Y/N loved plants more than she loved breathing, and he’d almost killed one. And he lied to her! Fuck you’re such an idiot Harry...get it together.

Y/N must’ve seen his turmoil, (how could she not? He always did wear his heart on his sleeve) for she cracked a happy grin and smacked him playfully on the arm. “I’m just kidding Harry, for gods sake!”

“But...but the plant—“

“—will be fine.”

“And the...the bug?”

Y/N turned back to the plant and squinted into the soil. She put her hands on her hips over the fabric of her wide pants (Palazzo? Harry wondered absently. They were like those gypsy looking pants that looked super comfy—like, one step above pajamas...and damn where could I get some of those?)

“Is the bug on my ass, H?”

“W-what?” He replied, snapping out of his reverie with wide eyes. No! He blubbered, tearing his eyes away from the yellow fabric to her face, where her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were raised accusingly. He didn’t even mean to be staring at her ass (though it did look cute and peachy in the palazzo pants, he couldn’t help but notice now), but, feeling caught, he blushed sheepishly anyway.

She dropped the accusatory glare, replacing it with a wide smile. “Only joking,” she interrupted his ramblings. “Still reckon you were lyin’ about the bug jus’ to get me over here, though.”

Harry sighed exasperatedly, heart racing as he meandered around the couch toward the table where she was leaning. She kept him on his toes and it was as exhausting as it was enticing.

He got right up behind her and peered over her shoulder at the soil. “There!” He cried, almost having another heart attack at the sight of the little black bug. In a rushed attempt to show her the worm so she could get rid of it, he’d probably put himself way closer to her than necessary. He could feel the fabric of her long pants brushing his toes and her sharp breath hitch against his chest.

“Oh Harry,” she laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls of his apartment like beams of light. Looking away from the danger, he focused his attention on her instead. He couldn’t help but notice how her hair smelled like flowers and freshly mowed grass and ...honey? Something sweet and enticing and natural, like the earth. Like a sprawling meadow or rose garden or—

He’d been effectively distracted by her that he’d almost forgot the reason for his fear, the reason she was even here. That is, until the little bugger was out of the soil and crawling on her finger.

Harry screeched and leaped backward, and this time, he did fall on his ass. Right in front of the couch he’d cleaned for her while she giggled profusely. The gentle melody of her laughter and sweet little coos at the bug softened the sting of embarrassment—a little.

“Aw he’s so cute!” She prodded her other finger at the creature, which really was no bigger than her fingernail, but horrified Harry anyways. “Can’t believe Harry wanted me to come and kill you, sweet little thing.”

He was once again struck by how gentle and nurturing and sickened-sweet she got with plants and animals. Meanwhile she laughed at him and teased him ruthlessly for his dramatics.

“Here,” she said “Hold him.”

She thrust her finger into his hands from where she stood above him. Harry flinched away, but couldn’t move far enough from where he sat with his legs folded and feet planted on the ground. The worm fell into his palm. The tiny impact of it on his skin ignited an explosion of fear through him.

A millisecond passed and it crawled through the hole in the wrist of his sweater, causing his panic to quadruple.

He screamed out loud while Y/N continued laughing at him. “AH!” Harry screamed and flapped his wrists violently, throwing himself against the couch with wide eyes as he felt the horrible tickling of the creature crawling on his skin.

“Stop! Stop Harry, let me!” Y/N stepped closer, ducking between his outstretched legs. She shielded her face with one hand and desperately groped around for Harry’s wrist with the other. Finally, he paused to breathe and Y/N caught his arm in both of hers.

She wrestled his arm to still and calmly plucked the creature from his skin. “Thank God,” she sighed dramatically in relief, holding it on her finger between them. “The little fighter survived your temper tantrum!”

“No!” Harry cried, now shielding his own face from the wrath of the worm.

He watched her get up and drop the bug back into Franklin’s soil, all the while laughing at him.

“You’re such a baby, Harry,” she cooed as she turned back to where he was still sat on the floor, “And no wonder you’re so cold in here. You’ve got holes all in your sweater!”

“I’ve got holes in all my sweaters. My mum used to fix them f’me.” He frowned, missing her and his friends suddenly. Living alone was hard.

“You’re hopeless,” Y/N shook her head as she bent down to sit on the coffee table next to Franklin and sent him endeared smile. “I could fix them for you?”

Harry reeled back and blushed, “You—you could do that for me?”

Yes, living alone was hard and lonely and boring. Harry had been shamefully making excuses to see her for several days now, and yet he was completely oblivious to her doing the exact same thing.

“Sure! Come over tomorrow and bring all your sweaters.”

Harry saw absolutely no reason to object. He could never say no to her, anyways. “Okay, then.”

“In the meantime, take these…” She reached into her pocket and fished out four yellow squares of what looked like...tape?

“These are bug stickers,” she explained. “You tape them around Franklin’s stem and it’ll catch the gnats and aphids and stuff. Won’t kill your new little friend though.”

Despite her teasing tone and his lingering fear, Harry couldn’t help but smile at her while she demonstrated how to tape the bug sticker on. He’d deal with all the goddamn bugs in the world if it meant she’d be pleased with him.

She finished taping it on and turned back to him with an adorable little flourish, as if to say ta-da!

“Can I offer you some kombucha for your trouble?” Harry suddenly blurted.

What the fuck Harry? Who the fuck says ‘can I offer you—‘

“Ew, no!” She interrupted his self-loathing, face twisting in disgust, “Kombucha tastes like dish soap.”

Hurt, Harry reeled back again and a shocked expression graced his face, “You don’t like kombucha?! Don’t vegans like, live for that shit?!”

“This vegan has taste,” she replied with a snarky smirk. “And besides, I’ve got to get back to the shop for work like, now.”

“Oh, okay no problem.” Harry stuttered, “Thanks again.”

“Sure thing!”

And as quickly as she’d busted in, she was gone, leaving the apartment as cold and lonely as ever. Harry frowned, feeling as if he’d blown it once again. No ‘see you tomorrow’ or ‘thanks for having me.’ Chance after chance and still he made a fool out of himself. She hadn’t even told him where she lived! Maybe the offer to come over and get his sweaters fixed had been a pity invite and she actually wanted nothing to do with him ever again. The thought made his stomach churn. Where was his customary optimism when he needed it?

Grumbling, he grabbed a fresh kombucha from the fridge, wishing it was something stronger.

Franklin and his little worm friend’s (Harry didn’t think the bugger deserved a sweet name like the alocasia did—it was still a disgusting creature that made his skin crawl) company did little to satiate the aching loneliness he was feeling throughout the following day.

Finally, a message came through his phone from an unknown number.

unknown: hey harry, it’s y/n! did you still want to come over today?

harry: howd you get my number

Even through a screen, Harry managed to blurt out the first thing that popped into his head. Fuck. Shit. She’s gonna think he’s avoiding the question! He rapidly began composing a second message, but the three little dots appeared and interrupted his flying thumbs.

y/n: your message on the answering machine at work.

by the way, that was hilarious

harry: right, well. sorry for that

and yes, id love to come over.

y/n: no worries, i saved it to listen to when i need a laugh.

haha cool here’s my address

harry: should i bring food or wine or something?

A new wave of anxiety washed over him as he looked at the address she’d sent. Now what? What would they do? Would he just drop off his sweaters and leave? Or would she invite him in? What would he say then?

y/n: just bring yourself and your sweaters, mon petit!

Harry was speechless. Much like the shop she worked at, Y/N’s apartment could rival an actual jungle. Greenery of all different shapes and shades and sizes lined the walls, and while they had the exact same floor plan, it was an entirely different world than the one Harry was living in.

Y/N, meanwhile, effortlessly sauntered deeper into her space. She looked like she belonged there, obviously, but Harry felt like a fish out of water.

“They won’t bite, you know,” Y/N giggled, noticing his apprehension. She was watching him patiently with something like fondness in her eyes. Harry felt her careful gaze on him, but the magnificent green scene around him claimed his attention—but not for long.

Gently, Y/N took his fingers between hers and pulled him deeper into her space. Harry stumbled over his feet, craning his head to look at the plants hanging from the ceiling. How the hell did she even water those?

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He looked adorable, like a child at Disneyland. She swore his eyes were actually twinkling as the greenery in the room made the color pop against his skin even more than usual.

“This is…incredible,” He said, finally turning back to meet her eyes with his own. “You’re incredible.” He set down his bag of sweaters on the floor by his feet. They could certainly wait.

Something about the praise and the way he was looking at her like she hung the moon was making Y/N absolutely swoon for the man. It was impossible not to notice how much he adored her. He looked at her the same way she looked at Delilah, at all the things she loved. Things. She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually loved a person before. But this man with the holes in his sweaters and the permanent flush in his cheeks was planting himself deep in her heart.

But she’d never let him see that.

“…I make lots of my clothes myself…” She was talking about how she learned to sew from where she was sitting on her couch. Harry noticed that she’d arranged her living room differently than he had. While he had a single gray couch in the middle of the room, her sofa was against the window, inviting the evening sunset to gently warm the pale pink cushions.

“Did ya make those pants you were wearing the other day?” He asked with genuine curiosity, continuing to poke around the plants and knitted blankets and woven fruit baskets that littered the entire space.

Harry turned to face her just in time to catch her flashing a knowing smile. “Yes. Should I make a pair for you as well?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m sure your ass will look great in them, too.”

“Ah—shut up!” Harry laughed, fiddling with the leaves of one of her hanging plants. He recognized this one.

An easy smile still graced his lips as he murmured “It’s a philodendron,” half to her and half to himself. Now that some of the extensive plant research he’d been doing over the past few days had indeed stuck, it was easy for him to identify by its telltale heart shaped leaves.

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up, “That’s right,” she said, sounding impressed. “She’s called Delilah.”

Harry hummed, unable to focus on words when she was giving him her full attention like that.

“She’d be cute next to Franklin, don’t ya think?” She continued, tiptoeing closer to him. She stood behind him, peering over his shoulder at the plant much like she’d done to Franklin a few days earlier. The fabric of his brown sweater was soft against her fingers as she wrapped her arms around him. Harry tensed. He had longed to do the same thing to her when their positions had been reversed a few days ago, but chickened out. But as always, Y/N’s actions were confident and smooth. The thought of her face against his knit-clad back and the feeling of her soft hands around his middle made his head spin.

Yes, he thought, she’s cute next to everything. She’s fucking adorable…

And again, Harry was struck with the thought that he should have seen this coming. It was such a Y/N move—the way she confidently pressed on his shoulders to sit him on the couch and proceeded to smoothly kneel over his thighs. His heart raced as she sank to his eye level, straddling his lap.

“You’ve got pretty eyes,” Harry said almost absently, as if lost in them. Y/N looked kind of surprised that the words came out of his mouth. She’s sort of confused by him, by the way he makes her feel. He had this nervous, chaotic energy surrounding him, as if his mind was going a mile a minute at all times. It didn’t make any difference to him though—a racing heart didn’t stop him from enjoying the feeling of the insides of her thighs against his.

Y/N suddenly grabbed one of his flushed cheeks in her palm and turned his face to hers, letting him get a good look at her eyes. “Think so?” She grinned with a hint of her customary cockiness.

Harry nodded in response to the playful question, caught up in her smirk. He reckoned it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Once again, she proved him wrong when she licked her lip. She studied him seductively while his own eyes, of course, flicked down to where her tongue was swiping over her lips. Her tongue was pillowy, gentle, and…distracting…In the next instant, she’d pulled his face to hers and met his lips with her own.

Despite having been mentally begging for her to kiss him since the moment they’d met, he was still a little caught off guard. Quickly, he began to relish in the feeling of her warm hand holding his cheek and soft lips pressing tenderly on his. He kissed her back gently, but with urgency—as if he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He let his hands wander slowly from her knees up her thighs, her hips, settling comfortably on her waist. His heart skipped a beat when she pulled back a millimeter.

“Is this okay?” Harry let out a concerned whisper.

Y/N smiled effortlessly and nodded. Of course it was okay, it was better than okay.

“Thought I’d proper fucked up my chance with you ages ago,” he murmured against her lips. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her sweet lips, he was truly a fucking goner.

“I thought so too, frankly,” she laughed fondly at him, “But you reeled me in with your charm and wit...” She shook her head and furrowed her brows sarcastically, “...Your true gift for horticulture, your brilliant sewing skills, your excellent taste in beverages...” she continued lecturing him in between sweet pecks on the lips.

Harry giggled at her mock-compliments, tugging her impossibly closer by the waist. She relaxed her chest into his and easily wrapped her own arms around his neck.

“You’re an absolute pest you know?” Harry teased her, confidence growing as she caressed his skin, “I oughta get a buncha those damn bug stickers to catch you!”

“You sure about that?” She smiled bigger, eyes wide and innocent as sat back on his legs. She continued to feed him sweet words as she trailed her fingers down his sweater, the mock compliments melting into sincere ones. Harry’s own smile grew as she mumbled how she adored his soft hands and blushy cheeks and gentle disposition…

Her words were innocent, but her fingers began tracking a sinful course downward, and he twitched in his sweatpants as she cheekily palmed him through the fabric. He was putty in her hands, reduced to a pile of mush by her eyes that twinkled with playful innocence and mischief and unmistakeable lust. The soft hands and gentle, innocent praises falling from her lips were making his cock bloat and head spin. Just as he was getting into it—moaning and whimpering for her to please don’t stop…she shoved her arms between his body and the couch cushion and delivered a firm squeeze to his ass.

“That’s for calling me a pest, you pest!”

She roared with laughter and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight to her chest.

Harry’s desperate, high pitched whine quickly melted into joyous laughter. He couldn’t help it—she was so lovely and beautiful and playful and cheeky and of course, he should’ve seen a stunt like this coming. She was a pest indeed, but Harry had already decided to love her. Perhaps decided wasn’t the word—no, his love for her sprouted and grew like a strong and beautiful vine holding them together.

“Now how about I make you come for real and then fix the holes in those sweaters like you fixed the holes in my heart?”

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you for reading <3

talk to me about harry and y/n and franklin and delilah!

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #my writing #alo

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Owen Grady’s child

Owen Grady x child!reader

warnings: knives, guns

a/n: i cannot remember the plot bare w me

prompt: being owen’s child

okay, let’s start with the fact that he’s a single dad

that did not stop him from raising you right

navy brat

after a little bit of instability during his years of service, he got a job as a raptor trainer

so you see, it wasn’t a typical childhood

you two moved to isla nublar so he could begin his work

“woah, that’s a dinosaur?”

“yeah, kiddo, she’s a velociraptor”

you were a bit older when you met the dinosaurs, so owen trusted you to be around them

“if you respect them, they’ll respect you”

blue took a liking to you pretty quick!!!

owen thought it was adorable the way you got along with the raptors

you were sort of like a co-trainer

living in that lil trailer

“this place is too small”

“quit your complaining and eat your mac and cheese”

your dad taught you how to fix cars and motorcycles

you did a bang-up job

“you really are my child. oh, my god, im so proud”

watching tv with owen all the damn time

it was usually cartoons though bc that was all he cared to watch

sometimes he forgets that you are not a raptor and you have to jog his memory

“can you get your hand out of my face before i tear it off?”

half of your holiday gifts are weapons

“look at this knife, y/n! it’s two inches longer than your old one. you’ll grow into it”

“dad, a knife is not a pair of pants...but thank you, i love it”

you’re pretty good at throwing knives, though. your dad put a target on a nearby tree for you to practice

every once in a while it’s gun practice, though

“okay, remember the proper foot stance...now arms. make sure not to lock up, make sure your fingers are clear from anything that could move...okay, go!”

there was a high level of trust between you and your dad

he ruffles your hair a lot, you used to care

you no longer care

you had free admission to the park, so sometimes you’d take the day off and wander around for a while

you always came home with a stuffed animal (or several)

“is that a stuffed pterodactyl?”

“his name is pterry”

“nice”

back to raptor training: you loved it!!!!!!!

training a dinosaur was nothing like training a dog, lemme tell you

these lovely dinos made you so happy!!!

they’re pretty at-ease when you’re nearby

arguing when anyone talks about using them for some sort of selfish profit

“they’re animals, dipshit! stop treating them like weapons!”

“mr. grady, are you going to tell your child to behave?”

“no, no i will not”

claire popping over to see your dad while you were working on his bike

because she suddenly needed your dad’s help

and wanted to exclude you until your dad said he wouldn’t do anything unless you had the opportunity to come along

“you know, y/n, i have a nephew who’s about the same age as you visiting here right now”

“how old am i, claire?”

she did not have a response

your dad was stifling chuckles

“nice one, kid” *high five*

tHe InDoMiNuS rEx

you: 👀

owen: 👀

yeah this was not gonna be good

tbh you almost died when you were surveying the cage

why? oh, i don’t know...because there was a BIG FUCKING DINOSAUR IN THAT BITCH

“y/n! under there!”

you ran ahead of owen and ducked under a truck where he soon followed (and dumped gasoline all over yall)

terrifying, truly

your dad did not want to let you out of his sight

not todayyyy

“are you okay, yeah?”

“perfect...”

busting into the control center :) tee hee

while owen was barking orders at people and telling them to not do what they were doing, you were sitting next to the guy with a bunch of dinosaurs on his desk

“you like them?”

“not really, i’m not five”

“oh...”

turning to the screen to see flatlining soldiers

“oh, shit. uh, that’s not good. you need to close the park maybe?”

they dont like listening to the child with the bright ideas ig

they did end up shutting off rides though. best they can do, huh?

claire couldnt get in contact with her nephews

you went after them together

it was a long ass journey

you almost died a few times

although your father did trust you to take care of yourself, even in a situation like this, he still was extremely worried for your safety

you got a gun :)

this was actually positively the worst day of your life

okay, it took a long while to catch up to claire’s nephews

“jesus, claire, you’re nephews sure know how to move. this is getting exhausting”

you didn’t find them until the......pterodactyls got loose

“pterry would never do something like this”

“not the time or place, y/n”

“sorry, dad”

finally finding those damn kids

“hey, i’m y/n, your crazy ass aunt just dragged me and my dad all the way around the island to find you!”

oh yeah a pterodactyl tackled your dad

whoop de do your gun was jammed

claire saved the day and all three of you witnessed their little display of pda amidst chaos

“wow, uh, maybe we’ll be cousins...”

your dad finally caved and agreed to use the raptors to find the indominus rex

and you got to prove your badassery out there

“you sure you’re up for this mission, y/n? you know you can stay with claire and the boys if you want”

“i’ll be okay, dad, i promise”

he gave you a hug

YOU GOT A MF MOTORCYCLE

okay i cant lie, you and your dad riding motorcycles side-by-side among velociraptors was probably the coolest thing you’ll ever get to do

but they, uh, kind of turned on you and next thing you know, you were speeding after the ambulance claire was driving

zach and gray were relieved to see you

you gave ‘em a little wave

“do you think we’ll ever be that cool?”

“gray, not now”

“i’m gonna take that as a ‘no’”

CLAIRE LET OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING T-REX

it was an Experience(tm)

you were split up from your dad and the boys while she was doing that

so you were deathly worried

running over there when it was safe

“is everyone alright?”

“define ‘alright’” -gray

“we’re fine, y/n” -zach

“are you okay?” -dad

“yeah, i think so”

this final battle between the dinosaurs was a bit shocking to watch, but it was hard to keep your eyes off

it all wrapped up and the dinos were let loose

and......the park got closed down

you and your dad were unemployed effective immediately

but your dad and claire finally got together

“you guys are sweet but are we all going to fit in that little camper?”

“we’ll make it work”

they did for a while

but there was a lot if arguing

your dad wanted to reside in the camper forever, claire didn’t, they broke up, you stayed with your dad to help him out during hard times, he decided to build a cabin

he claims he was not affected by the breakup but you knew better

you and your dad had an unbreakable bond, you’d been through so much together

it was only a matter of time before the world had something new in store for you and dad

taglist:

#owen grady #owen grady x reader #owen grady imagine #owen grady x daugter!reader #owen grady x child!reader #grady!reader #jurassic world imagine #jurassic world x reader #jurassic world #dad!owen grady

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imthepunchlord · 3 years

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I’ma be completely honest right now and say that I don’t think anyone (who follows you and knows/shares your feelings on the specials at least) would mind if you were straight up like “yeah sorry guys the New York and Shanghai specials are non-canon for Off to Italy because I really don’t like the way they handled diversity, worldbuilding, or relationships, and the future Rio and Africa ones are non-canon as well for the same reasons” from the get-go. Like those are such valid reasons to cut something out of a story, and it doesn’t seem too different from cutting out certain episodes or starting from a specific season like a lot of ML fanfics do, especially since the specials feel even more removed from the main canon to begin with because of how the writers decided to handle the ML continuity, AND this frees up a bunch of the kwami animal choices used, which would make things exponentially easier for you like you said in both animal choice and character design by having a visual base to already work off of for the ones you pick.

I also don’t think a majority would take issue with me cutting those out either. Because the things they bring in, lore wise, I don’t see anyone talking about.

No one is talking about the NA Order, and its existence brings in so many questions.

So I’m going to put this under cut cause I want to go off. I technically don’t have a right to as I didn’t watch either, but I listened to those who did to get an idea and somethings bother me.

But first, I think the only thing I saw being talked about was LS stuff in the NY special and HM getting pink Thanosed in Shanghai and that’s it. That’s the only stuff I’ve seen between the two specials. And that’s not good if those are the most iconic things to be brought up.

Anyway, onto my salt.

Was the NA Order around when Fu made Feast? Why didn’t he work his way to them to pass the Miracle Box to them? Or did he know they exist? Is the NA Order aware that something happened to the Chinese Order? Presuming that they communicate, did they not reach out with how quiet the Chinese Order was and look into it or try to gather lost miraculouses if they did?

And then there’s the wonder of the historical context. You can’t just casually reveal there’s an NA Order and Native American miraculouses that brings up a lot of questions as the Native people have experienced a lot of wrongs and sufferings in our history and still are facing issues. What does having confirmed Native miraculous mean for America’s bloody history with Native people?

And then there’s the Shanghai special, bringing in the Renlings and that’s another can of worms.

Not only are they another magical set from China, cause you know how magical China exclusively is since all magical stuff comes from them, but these are established coming in before miraculouses and were put away because they were “dangerous”. So, what are kwami views on the renlings and vice versa? And from what I’ve seen and heard, I don’t get how they’re dangerous? And then there’s the issue of their power set up, turning the user into an animal, and you got Fei, a Chinese girl, using it. This adds onto character of color being/becoming inhuman, and this is the 2nd special to do so (with Aeon, our official 2nd black girl to appear, being a robot). And this adds onto poc becoming an animal.

And there’s Mei Shi, who design wise, as a “kwami” I really I like, but, what is Mei Shi? Is Mei Shi a unique kwami? A renling? Or is Mei Shi a 2nd sort of cousin to kwamis to reveal later? I also hear Mei Shi is a guardian but didn’t really do anything as a guardian. I will say, I wish now there was an in between the kwami and renling designs, for sometimes the kwamis are weird and some of the renlings look off or are creepy, and so far, Mei Shi is like the best take for that ideal mixture of both.

While this is not lore wise related and more nitpicky, I am also bothered with Fei, not really the character herself but more the choices the creators made with her set up. Between her design and her backstory, she is essentially the older concept of Marinette that we didn’t get.

Visually she’s had tweaks, but you can see that they took big inspirations from Marinette’s old look. How Marinette was going to originally look before they decided to make her more white.

And then there’s Fei’s backstory: her father being mysteriously murdered. That was Marinette’s first backstory, back in the day of Mini Menace Ladybug, coming home to find her dad mysteriously murdered.

And adding to this, there are implications that Gabriel might’ve played a role in the murder of Fei’s father, and I’m incredibly salty about that. Fei has more tie in and connection to ML’s plot than Marinette.

And what frustrates me is that, by set up, they actually could’ve still given this to Marinette. You can cut out Tom and Sabine and very little changes in ML, and you can add more depth to Marinette, who is a bubbly and nice girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and will go over the moon for you if you need her to, but she has a dark thorn in her heart as her parents were mysteriously murdered and she doesn’t know why.

Keeping in that Gabriel (and potentially Emily) played a role in their death and took something from her parents that they had, this would give Marinette that emotional stake in the plot and direct tie in to Gabriel. You could even set up that her parents had the Butterfly, Peafowl, and/or the book, and at least one or two of those items technically belong to Marinette as they belonged to one of her parents. Peafowl would probably make the most sense as we don’t when they got it or how it even got broken. All we have is that Butterfly and book were found together a year prior to the events of ML. But that comes down to how long ago the murders should be.

And narratively, this set up would work.

Marinette’s parents are incredibly removed from her life and are hardly ever seen; it’s also to a point she doesn’t even go to them for advise or help for anything, only Tikki. And they themselves are hardly characters of their own. At the start of the show, which we know know has her being 13 yo, she’s incredibly independent which can back the impression of absent parents. This also really backs her knowing next to nothing about Sabine or the Cheng side of her family, not even knowing the name Sabine used to go by.

This set up also could’ve set Fu up as a closer mentor and really add to the grandfather-granddaughter theme they were going for, especially if he steps up to act as a guardian for her and secretly trained her to be ready for a miraculous, adding to how he has such faith and trust in this 13 yo to save the city.

So that is my biggest gripe with Fei, not so much her herself, but the factor that the creators took Marinette’s most interesting and original set up (and design) and gave it to a random character who we are probably never going to see again or even get mentioned again, and is largely here for diversity brownie points and give us half hearted lore that won’t be elaborated on; and Marinette could’ve had this back story and set up instead and actually have a tie in and stake to the plot.

it was very frustrating to hear.

So yeah, I am more inclined to cut out the NY and Shanghai special and not count any other specials that come as lore wise, they don’t do anything or what they add is just too much and doesn’t answer much. I think the biggest shame is that there were some big appeals to them. NY and Shanghai actually should’ve been more Adrien and Marinette having their own exclusive adventures, or at least just have them be Marinett’s own adventures.

I would’ve loved it if the NY Special was instead Marinette having her own adventure with Sparrow and Aeon and have her face a different villain who is not HM.

And that the Shanghai special was instead giving us a look at Marinette’s Cheng side of the family, and her going to see the ruins of the Chinese Order, facing something supernatural, and potentially this is where she finds the Chinese Zodiac miraculous and brings them back to Fu. If you want to work off the canon Shanghai a bit, perhaps instead of introducing “kwami cousins”, Mei Shi/Meeshi/idk is a lion kwami who distanced himself from his miraculous, went to the ruins, and made himself a Guardian Lion to watch over what remains. They work together and he approves of Marientte taking the Zodiac, and he travels back to somewhere in Africa hinting at the special that will have Lady Lion.

This also nicely sets up why Fu didn’t release any of the Zodiac to help LB, as what he had of the 5, Cat would’ve been the best partner to work with LB and it was worth risking the very two HM is after. Revealing that he has the Zodiac from the start didn’t work in their favor.

#ask Punchie #ml salt #ml spoilers

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archertf2 · 3 years

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ENTIRE TEAM IS BABIES

Chapter 4: All’s Well That Ends Well

Chapter 3

Hunter’s Bio

A/N: I’m finally done with a TF2 fic lol! It’s a miracle! Sorry it took me so long to write/finish this series! Writer’s block sucks and life kinda gets in the way so yeah lol. Hopefully I can try and finish my other TF2 series and write some more fics in the future. But for now, please enjoy and thank you for reading!

It was around 9 PM now in the badlands of New Mexico, so Hunter and Medic figured it was time to settle down for the night. Medic had put all the babies down to sleep after doing a quick check of if anybody needed a diaper change, then settled on the nearby sofa with a nice book.

Meanwhile, Hunter decided it was her turn for a shower and cleaned herself up while Medic stayed with the babies. After her nice, relaxing, and much needed shower, Hunter put on her pajamas and slippers and made her way back to the rec room.

She was a little anxious while heading back and wondered to herself whether it was because she’s so used to sneaking around when showering or because of her choice of pajamas. Hunter had on a frilly pink nightgown that wasn’t super sexy to be called lingerie, but it certainly wasn’t like the “modest” clothing she wore around the base. She definitely would’ve chosen different pajamas for the night, but unfortunately, she’s been so busy with this whole predicament that she hasn’t had the time to do her laundry, so she was basically stuck with the nightgown or actual lingerie, which she certainly did NOT feel comfortable wearing around the base.

Of course, the only person who would see her and comprehend what she was wearing would be Medic and for some reason that made her heart skip a beat (which she also couldn’t tell whether that was from anxiety or not).

“I have nothing to worry about.” She thought to herself. “The man’s seen me naked plenty of times in the lab for those annual physical exams. A little bit of skin showing won’t kill him…right?”

When Hunter entered the rec room she found Medic on the sofa with a book. His vest, tie, and boots had been taken off and put to the side as he held a book of some sort with one arm and baby Scout with the other. Little Scout was fast asleep in Medic’s big strong arms as he read his book.

Medic’s eyes were torn from the pages of his book when he noticed that Hunter had returned from her nightly shower. He looked at her and noted her feminine pajamas. He’s only ever seen her in her work uniform (and naked from time to time for physical exams and surgeries), so seeing her in a frilly night gown was a bit of a surprise. However, we certainly wasn’t complaining. The pajamas suited her well and she looked good in them…beautiful even. He smiled at her and lowered his book.

“I, erm- I was just coming in to see if you were alright…I mean with the babies.” Hunter nervously explained, hoping her reasoning didn’t sound too personal (even though, deep down, it kinda was). She silently scolded herself for even being nervous. This man has probably seen his fair share of women with or without pajamas. She has nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about, yet here she was stuttering and fidgeting like a schoolgirl talking to her crush.

“Ah yes, we’re quite alright! You’re free to get your rest if you’d like. I can take over for the night.” Medic told her.

For some reason, Hunter was oddly disappointed by his reply. “Oh, are you sure? You’ve done a lot today. I can stay and take over if you want.”

“No, no it’s alright. I can manage. You should get your rest.” Medic reassured her.

Hunter looked at the floor in nervousness and in slight disappointment. She didn’t want to just leave the poor guy by himself with all these babies. She would’ve offered to stay with him, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. After all, they were only coworkers, not partners. “Ah, right. Well, erm, goodnight, Medic.” Hunter said before heading towards the door.

“What are you doing, dummkopf!? She wants to stay with you! Invite her back before she leaves! This is your last chance!” Medic scolded himself as he watched Hunter near the exit of the rec room.

“Uh, Hunter!” Medic called out, causing Hunter to pop her head out of the doorway. “If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind you staying with me for the night. If you’d like to help, I mean. I only figured you’d be more comfortable in your sleeping quarters.”

Hunter stared at the doctor for a moment as if to process what he had just said. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Hunter asked, just to make sure he wasn’t doing this out of pity or guilt.

“No, no it’s quite alright! I insist!” Medic reassured her.

Hunter smiled and gave a quick nod. “I’ll be right back then.” And with that, Hunter was off.

Moments later, Hunter returned with a few pillows and blankets in her arms as she settled in next to Medic. She would’ve settled down on their other sofa they used to have, but thanks to Pyro, that got destroyed, so now there’s only one sofa in the rec room.

“I brought you a pillow and blanket as well. I wasn’t sure if you needed them or not, so I figured I should just bring extra just in case.” Hunter explained as she placed Medic’s pillow and blanket by him.

Medic smiled at the sweet gesture. “Danke, I appreciate that very much.”

Hunter then noticed that he was still holding baby Scout in his arms who was fast asleep and sucking his thumb. She smiled at the sleepy little infant.

Medic looked down at the little baby in his arms and smiled as well. “It seems Scout likes to be held more than the other babies. He wouldn’t settle down until I held him.” He acknowledged.

Hunter softly chuckled as she gently brushed the back of her finger against Scout’s soft little cheek. “Well, he did say he was the youngest of 8. I assume his mother held him a lot while she did the housework and whatnot.”

Medic hummed in agreement. “You may be right. He’s certainly the neediest of the bunch.” He speculated as he got up from the sofa and proceeded to put Scout into his bassinet for the night.

Medic then went back to the couch and settled in with the pillow and blanket that Hunter had given him.

“You seem to be very good with children. Did you have any siblings?” Hunter asked as she too settled onto the couch with her pillow and blanket.

“Oh, no. I was an only child. However, I did get a lot of experience working with children in the pediatric ward while working on my medical license. I enjoyed visiting the nursery the most. Holding the newborns was almost therapeutic.” Medic explained as he reminisced about his days in the pediatric ward.

Hunter smiled as Medic talked about his past. She’d honestly pay big bucks to see Medic taking care of the newborns and interacting with the little children. Of course, she’d never tell him that in fear of coming off as some kind of weirdo.

“What about yourself?” Medic asked her, breaking Hunter from her thoughts of a younger Medic holding babies like the natural father he is now.

“What?” Hunter replied as she looked at him.

“You seem to be very good with the babies. Did you have younger siblings?” Medic asked.

Hunter shook her head and smiled. “Oh no, I was the youngest of 2. Even my cousins were older than me. I was basically the baby if my family. I did become a part time nanny back in high school during the summer breaks.” Hunter explained.

“I see. Well, you certainly have a way with children. They seem to like you very much.” Medic replied with a smile before yawning.

Hunter giggled and blushed at his kind words. “Thank you! So do you. I think you’ll make a wonderful father one day.” Hunter told him before yawning just as he did. “I think we better get some sleep before one of them wakes up. Goodnight, Medic.”

Hunter then cuddled herself into her blanket and pillow and went off to sleep, however, Medic sat there for a moment, thinking as he watched Hunter drift off to sleep.

She really thought he’d make a wonderful father? Him? The mad doctor of the badlands? The man who implants mutant animal hearts into his coworkers for fun and enjoys slaughtering men on the battlefield with a bone saw?

Medic had never even considered becoming a father before now. Of course, one day he’d love to pass on his knowledge and brilliant scientific findings to a successor one day and hopefully they’d follow in his footsteps of becoming a mad scientist/doctor just as everyone else in his family was. He’d also love to watch his child learn and grow and spend time with not only himself but with his partner (or partners of that were to become the case) as well. Yes, Medic would very much like to become father one day.

Medic smiled and turned off the lamp beside him before settling down to sleep.

“Gute Nacht, Hunter.”

XXXXX

Hunter slowly opened her eyes as the morning sun came shining through the thin curtains of the rec room. She yawned and stretched as her eyes began to focus on her surroundings.

The babies were still in their bassinets, some still sleeping peacefully while others entertained themselves by playing with their mobiles or teething on their little feet.

Hunter looked over beside her and saw that Medic was no longer in the room. His clothes gone and pillow and blanket folded, sitting neatly beside her. Then, as if on cue, Medic walked in and noticed Hunter was finally awake.

“Ah! Gut morning, Hunter! I hope you slept well. However, I’m sure you did since you were mostly sleeping on me.” Medic greeted with a chuckle and a friendly smile.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t know! I usually do that with my pillows when I sleep! I hope I didn’t disturb you!” Hunter nervously stuttered.

“No, not at all. I didn’t mind.” Medic replied nonchalantly as he picked up baby Sniper who was starting to get fussy.

“Oh…heh…well, that’s good.” Hunter said, not knowing how to feel about his reply.

“However, the reason I was awake so early was because of the technicians. I spoke with them this morning and I believe the respawn system should be repaired by lunch time this afternoon.” Medic explained as he rocked little Sniper.

“Oh...oh! Good! That’s wonderful!” Hunter happily exclaimed, after breaking her thoughts away from Medic’s last reply about her cuddling from last night.

So, with that information set, the two mercenaries set out to continue their day as “normal” until it was time to finally test out the respawn again.

XXXXX

It wasn’t long before lunch time hit. The babies had spent most of the morning crying, pooping, and spitting up, so Medic and Hunter were sorta glad this was almost over.

Most of the babies were already fussy and hungry for lunch as Medic and Hunter brought them into the respawn area.

“Alright, let’s hope this works.” Hunter, who was wearing her full uniform with the mask and hood on, said before she and Medic left the room to see if the others would return to normal (also it wouldn’t be very good if they got turned into babies as well if the respawn happened to backfire again).

The technicians went ahead and started the respawn and after about a minute of silence, Medic and Hunter heard something.

“Ugh, my freakin’ head!”

Hunter and Medic looked at each other with happiness and excitement before rushing into the respawn area to find their teammates back to normal once more.

“It worked! You’re all adults again! Wunderbar!” Medic exclaimed and he clasped his gloved hands together.

“What do you mean ‘we’re all adults again’?” Spy asked suspiciously as he pulled out his cigarette case to grab a cigarette.

“Oh, you were all turned into babies after a malfunction with the respawn system during testing, so Hunter and I cared for you until the technicians could fix the problem.” Medic causally explained as if this sort of problem happens every day.

“Hold on a minute there, doc. You said we were all turned in to babies after the respawn testing? How the hell did that happen?” Engineer asked as he adjusted his hard hat.

“Oh, it’s quite simple, mein freund! You see-“ Medic started to explain the technicalities and whatnot of what exactly happened to the respawn system (mainly to Engineer) as the others basically tuned him out.

“So, none of you- ahem! So, none of you even remember being a baby?” Hunter asked the rest of the group, almost forgetting to disguise her voice now that everyone was back to normal. They all shook their heads.

“Nope, last I remember I was in the respawn and then the lights started flickerin’. Now we’re here.” Sniper explained with a shrug.

“Hmm, interesting.” Hunter replied.

“So, you lot had to take care of us while we were wee bairns, eh? I’m sure that went off jolly well.” Demoman said to Hunter with a smirk.

“Mmm, you all weren’t that bad. However, it is a lot easier if you have someone to help you. Taking care of all of you lot at once was pretty stressful.” Hunter explained as she crossed her arms.

“Hmm, Heavy is hungry. Will get sanvich.” Heavy grumbled as he walked away with some of the others to go get lunch.

“Wait a minute, you and Medic took care of us this whole time?” Scout asked Hunter. She nodded and smiled in response.

“Oh my god, does that mean you guys changed my diaper…and bathed me!? You guys saw me all naked and shit!? Oh god, that is so weird! It’s like you hopped into one of my baby pictures!” Scout exclaimed.

“Yes, well, I’m sure changing your diapers and bathing you was the least of their problems. It’s getting you to go to sleep that is the real challenge.” Spy explained as he took a puff from his cigarette.

“Yeah, whatever. My ma said I was the perfect baby! Better than all my brothers! In fact-“ Scout bragged before pausing from realization.

“Wait…you were a baby too. How would you know?” Scout asked him.

Spy did his best to hide his embarrassment and surprise as he looked at the expensive watch on his wrist. “Ah, I do believe it is time for our lunch. I think I’ll make myself something to eat then. Goodbye.” He stated before heading out of the respawn area.

“Hey! No! Spy! Answer the damn question!” Scout shouted as he chased after the frenchman.

“Well, I’m glad to see everything’s back to normal.” Hunter thought to herself as she watched Scout run after Spy.

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 3 years

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Visiting Yuji in Tokyo

“yuji x reader where she was childhood friends with yuji and its basically the friends to lover sort of thing? and basically reader is visiting tokyo and meets up with yuji for the first time in months?? bonus if gojo and megumi are there :)”-anon

Damn its either super short or long no inbetween huh? Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! Some of the characters are little ooc (when are they not when i write them-).This turned out much much longer than it needed to be

You and Yuji have known each other since kindergarten

He’s such a sweet kid its always really fun to hang out with him

You guys play lots of video games together and are basically inseparable

Constantly reading manga or watching anime its great

Your parents disapproved of you hanging out with a dude all the time but you could care less

Why should you only be friends with your own gender? Thats so stupid

You always wondered about why yuji had such great strength and speed but he says he was just born that way

Hes just built different

Around middle school his grandpa’s health had dropped and was moved to the hospital

You did your best to make sure yuji stayed in good spirits and often visited the older itadori with him

He’s not the best at wording things but hes always there for emotional support

Maybe it was around 7th grade you noticed something was different around yuji

Like he himself hasn’t changed but whenever you look at him your heart just melts

Your thoughts or compliments seem more filled with love for him and thats when you realized you started to fall for him

Thinking the crush would go away you didn’t act much on it

Oh what a fool you were

Around 8th grade yuji had started acting kinda weird around you

He’d be much more easy to fluster and tenses up for a second if you ever make contact

You confronted him about it and cue the very awkward and middle school like confession

“I really like you!

You were so happy you confessed back and said that the only reason you didn’t before was because you feared to ruin your friendship

He says even if he somehow didn’t like you back that something like that wouldn’t effect anything

From then on you guys are such a wholesome couple

All the cuddles

No fancy dates just casual arcade or movie sort of things

His grandpa gave him a hard time but approved of your relationship

Throughout 8th grade summer and the beginning of highschool everything was going great

But a few months into highschool lots of things happened

Yuji’s grandpa had passed away, he and his friends in the exorcist(?) club had gotten hurt and after that night he had weird markings on his cheeks right below his eyes

And to top it all off now he was supposedly moving to tokyo??

“Yuji why are you moving away? My parents would gladly take you in you know”

He tells you he can’t explain why which breaks your heart

“Who are you staying with then??” he stops for a second and it pains him to lie to you. “A distant relative of mine, he works at a private school and thats where i will be going from now on.”

“But what about us?”

And so you guys decided to do a long distance relationship

Every night when you can you call and chat for hours

But thats not enough

You want to be held or hold him, you want to just cuddle or atleast be in the same room

It pains you to have a relationship through a screen and you grow respect for those who do

Trust isn’t an issue since you know yuji wouldnt even think to cheat at all

Probably doesnt even know what the word means

But after a few months you decide to go to tokyo for a few days

With the help of your parents you rent a room in a hotel and head there

Were just gonna pretend your parents are super super chill(and slightly uncaring like my parents would never let me) and lets you go to a whole city by yourself for several nights

You were super nervous and excited

Its your first time visiting a huge city like tokyo and its gonna be the first time you see yuji in months

Itadori was super excited that you were in tokyo

So excited that he got lost trying to head to the hotel you were staying at

After an extra hour you guys finally meet

He walks through the hotel lobby doors and gives a smile and a wave

In an instant you tackle him in a hug which he GLADLY hugs back in

After just holding each other for a while he decides to show you around

Hes still clearly learning the area himself but he’s very excited to show what he does know

“The place over here makes amazing sushi! Oh! And over here they sell little action figures! Oh oh and over here the steak is kinda bad but its cheap so its worth it! And-” you could only smile as he pointed in random directions with one hand, the other was busy holding yours

Buying food from a bunch of random vendors and wearing silly getups you guys take loads of pictures

Tons of hugs and cheek kisses

Yes its frowned upon to be touchy and stuff in public in japan but honestly you guys could care less

The sun was setting and you guys were currently sitting at a park munchkin on some crepes when you turn to him

“Yuji, do you think i could visit who your staying with? I’d hate to impose but i just wanna know if your in good hands”

His chewing pauses

Its not like he didn’t want you tell about jujutsu

But he doesn’t want you to be apart of that world, he wants you to stay as safe as possible with no harm ever headed your ways

With him being a vessel for sukuna gojo had told him that he and his friends could potentially be targeted

Theres a reason sorceres put up cloaks when engaging in battles and its so normal civilians can continue living in peace without the knowledge these monstrosities actually exist

“Mm its a bit sudden and he’s out on a mis-er meeting right now so maybe tomorrow?” he says

You frown, you can tell he’s lying but he wouldn’t do it without a reason

“Fine. But Yuji. Just know that if you ever feel unsafe or want to come back your more than welcome too. There will always be a spot for you at my home” you say hugging him

You both kinda forgot you were holding crepes and when you pulled away from each other laughed as the ice cream and sauce was smeared all over your shirts/jackets

He walks you back to the hotel and says goodnight with a kiss

The next two days went by in a flash

Just spending time with itadori, even if it was just sitting in silence has been the most fun youve had in months

He had showed you many places and has boughten many small trinkets for you to remember

Your phone has grown about 300 photos just from the past couple days with him

It was about midday of your final day in tokyo and so you both wanted to make the best of it

You both where sitting inside a cafe exchanging stories and just chatting when suddenly two people walked in the cafe

One was very tall and had spiked up white hair and was wearing a blindfold, and the other had spiky/messy black hair

You didn’t think much of it at first but did question the blindfold

‘A fashion choice?’

Turning your attention back to yuji you gave him a soft smile as you listened to his ramblings about a manga

“I love you” you said cutting him off

Immediately his face turned red and whatever he was just saying turned into stuttering nonsense

Before he could respond he let out a short yell when someone placed a hand on his shoulder

It was the two dudes who walked in from earlier

“So this is what you’ve been doing.” “Fushiguro! Gojo sensei!”

The shorter one who looks yuji’s age started talking about how it wasn’t good to turn his phone on mute and go out the whole day

The tall one gives you a wave

“Sorry to interrupt your date but we gotta take yuji away for a bit” he says grabbing yuji’s collar

“Wait who are you guys?” you ask and they pause to give short introductions

“Fushiguro Megumi.” “Gojo Satoru, nice to meet ya miss girlfriend” “How did you know??” Yuji says making gojo laugh

“Its pretty obvious, you didn’t do much of a job hiding it” he says pulling yuji a little bit more.

“O-Oh im L/n Y/n, nice to meet you” you say realizing you forgot to introduce yourself

As the three chatted along with each other, you sat in silence as you tried to remember where you heard gojo’s name from

‘Oh yeah, he’s the one who yuji described as his relative. Even if it was really fast since he tends to change subjects whenever i ask’

“Wait Gojo? White hair...blind fold..are you Yuji’s relative?” you ask making both of them pause

They both turn towards yuji who gave a sheepish smile

“Thats me, im his mothers little cousin” Gojo said, a very quick and random asspull

“So why does he call you Gojo-sensei instead of uncle…Satoru?” “Well if im his moms cousin that would make me his cousin once removed wouldn’t it? And he calls me sensei since im a teacher at a school he goes to”

“And what about you?” you ask the other boy

“A classmate.” he says in a very short and uninterested tone

“Welp lets go” Gojo says dragging yuji but he quickly resists

“Wait wait! Sensei can i please stay? Today is her last day here and i don’t know when i will be able to see her again”

The teacher and student stares at each other for a long time

You have literally no clue what the blindfolded man could but thinking its so hard to read him

Then again you just met him so

Gojo sighs and lets go of yuji

“Just this once, and only because im the greatest sensei you’ve ever had. Lets go megumi. See ya miss girlfriend” gojo says walking away with a wave

Megumi looks surprised but follows him “really?” “Yeah yeah its fine, its only a couple of grade 3’s anywa…” as their voices faded when they left the building you gave yuji a look

“Are you going to get in trouble?” “im probably going to die in training…” “huh?” “nothin”

The rest of the day you guys hang out and its mmm

Yuji would be such a good boyfriend hes so wholesome

When its time for you to part he give you a big hug, kiss and ‘i love you’

You do the same and tear up a bit

With one final photo you head back to your home town

You make it a mission to visit tokyo more often and yuji tries to visit you whenever he can from then on

#itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #i swear if the tags dont work imma be really annoyed lmao #jjk x reader

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jasmine-the-fox · 4 years

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MIA watches

Okay, so this salt story came to mind a few days ago, I love MIA jewelry because I don’t react to them in an allergy so I have a bunch, one of the things I like to look online are there watches so here is my salt story with MIA watches: if you guys want to see them please go look on google with the words mia bijoux.

If Caline Bustier’s class could say one thing they hated... It’s watches, after Lila transferred, Marinette was given the chance of a lifetime to work with a famous designer, so she left Paris to work, it was sad to see her go but a week later Jasmine Lessard a Canadian girl transferred, she made friends quickly enough but the majority of the class didn’t understand why she ignored them... They were friends right?

Wrong! They weren’t for they never asked her to be there friend, for Jasmine she needs to either ask or be asked to become friends so she was only friends with Nathaniel, Chloe and Sabrina in class, outside class was Marc, Aurore, Mireille, Ondine, Luka and Kagami, and lastly was Felix, Adrien’s cousin... They were very close and every weekend she got to know them better, she even took note of there birthdays so she could remember.

Caline tried to talk to the girl about making friends and being an example to the class... But Jasmine snapped at her that she was the example not a student, she warned Caline to never try this again or she will report her to the school board... Caline was scared and kept quiet, she knew her way of teaching was perfect and couldn’t allow to get fired without being able to confirm it... But Jasmine and her friends were already working on getting her fired just for that, Adrien would watch Jasmine talk with people, when he tries talking to Kagami she always asks “Did you ask her?” and then she walks away.

It confused him, so he spoke to the class and Lila enjoyed the chance she was given spoke “How could she do something like that? Is Jasmine being such a mean friend that we need to ask her for anything and everything?” she asked while pulling out the fake tears, Alya rushed over to give her comfort while the class began to think over what she spoke.

Then the first watch was gifted.

Adrien had just finished fencing practice, he got to his locker when he noticed Kagami slipping on a plum and rose gold steel stones watch, he noticed how for the numbers there were little stones in there place, thinking it was nice he asked her where she bought it making her look at him “I didn’t buy this watch. Jasmine bought it for my birthday... She’s such a nice friend” she said with a smile and then walked out to head outside where Jasmine and the small group of friends they were waited, Adrien wondered why Jasmine got Kagami the watch and decided to not think about it, then on Instagram Nathaniel posted a picture of him and Mark in Hollywood with Clara Nightingale so the two boys can meet animation directors to turn there comic into a show.

Both of them were wearing watches... A gift from Jas to congratulate them.

Adrien was shocked, she was gifting watches to them Nathaniel wore a black and silver steel stones watch, a little like Kagami’s but the stones were around and not as the numbers while Marc wore a white and rose gold steel leather watch, he knew that maybe they were just cheap watches, but when he zoomed into the picture he noticed that the watch had the word Mia so he looked it up online and found a jewelry website... And the watches were amazing! He couldn’t believe she would get them such beautiful watches... His eyes then landed on the black and rose gold square watch, he loved it and wanted it so badly so he went and printed the image and wrote down it’s name, all the while messaging the gang about the site where Jasmine gets the watches.

They now all wanted a watch from Mia, Jasmine was buying them for birthdays and to celebrate big things for people... So all they had to do was either do something big for there lives or it was there birthday, Juleka then remembered that Luka’s birthday was coming up and they should come over to the Liberty to celebrate with them so it was agreed... But Luka then texted her that he was hanging out with his friends at Le Grand Paris for his birthday which makes Juleka ask if she and her friends can come over “Sorry, friends only can come” was his reply making her not understand why they were refused.

When he came back the next day, he too was wearing a watch... A black steel leather watch with what looked to be another mini clock inside, Juleka asked him where he got it and was given the reply “Jasmine gifted it to me as a present... Such a nice friend” and he then headed to see there mom to talk to her, she told the other’s and they all wondered about it as online Aurore and Mireille posted how they too were gifted by Jas a watch as they were each hosting there own show, Aurore was doing an interview show while Mireille worked with the news, Aurore got a blue and rose gold steel chrono watch while Mireille got a white and rose gold steel leather watch that was like Luka’s another little clock inside.

Lila decided to strike with the watch gifting.

“Oh! Is Jasmine going to be gifting us watches’ too? That’s so sweet of her! But maybe I should look over a few and send her pictures of ones I like” she claimed while pretending to look on the website, this made them all do it, looking on the site for watches they like and then preparing to print picture of them to show Jas as a hint of what they want from her, but Nino looked at them confused and noticed how Juleka stopped Rose from going on the site with the promise of talking to her later... He decided to join them “Luka told me that Jas isn’t planning on getting watches for us as none of us asked her to be friends or her coming to us to ask to be our friends” she explained as Nino’s eyes widen.

She was right... He never asked her to be friends.

“So she only planned to get a watch for Chloe, Sabrina and some guy named Felix” she explained making Rose look down in shame, Nino walked away to get back home while Alya texted him to ask what watch he liked... And he saw Jas walking by with a blonde who looked like Adrien, she noticed him and smiled “Hi Nino, this is Adrien’s cousin Felix” she presented making the boy nod making Nino do the same as he then looked at Jas “Um... So I feel really bad cause I never asked you but... Jasmine do you want to be my friend?” he asked politely making her then smile and nod “Pass me your phone, i’ll add my number” she explained making him nod “Don’t forget to add the other’s, they will want to meet him” Felix said making her nod... And kiss Felix on the cheek as she worked “You two dating?” he asked as Felix nodded.

Nino then noticed Jasmine was wearing a white and rose gold steel MOP watch, he guessed she got it for herself, they talked a little more until Jas looked at the time and turned to Felix “The movie will start soon” she said making Nino move the side and greet them one last time before heading home, he got to his room and texted Juleka and Rose and told them about how he was now friends with Jas, they were happy for him and he suggested they ask her at school making them agree to the idea.

When school came back, Nino smiled at how happy Juleka and Rose were with talking to Jas about shows and all kinds of things, it was his birthday and he was happy to see everyone wishing him a happy birthday, he got to class and saw a box on his desk... And the others smiling at him “It’s Mia Nino! Jasmine bought you a watch!!” Alya squealed making Nino understand that Lila was right, he opened it and found a black and white steel MOP watch just like Jas wears, it then clicked in him, he with Rose and Juleka were her friends, so they would get a watch... While the others don’t.

They won’t be happy about this.

Still he smiled and put it on, when Jas got into class he thanked her for the gift and she smiled, he quickly texted her and there friends how he had to tell them something, so they agreed to meet at the hotel for lunch, once there he with Rose and Juleka explained what Lila said about the watches and what the other’s now think “But Jas won’t get them one... There not her friends” Kagami said making Nathaniel nod “Jas asked me to be her friend first, then I presented her Marc who presented Aurore and Mireille to her, then she met Luka and Kagami, later she met Ondine and Felix and lastly Chloe and Sabrina asked her” he explained making them nod.

Something had to be done about it, Ondine began to wiggle her white and rose gold steel square watch Jas gifted her for getting an olympic member who asked to train her, she was so happy when that happened, Sabrina looked at the time on her blue and rose gold steel flowers watch that Jasmine got her for her birthday during the summer, even so it was obvious that Jas wasn’t planning on gifting a watch to the others ever... But they might plan to buy one and claim she did, even so Nino was pretty sure Jas had something planned, they got back to school with Nino watching Jas as she helped him adjust his watch as they got ready for there next class.

Slowly time passed and Chloe’s birthday arrived, she had planned a party at her hotel by invite and her friends were invited... But not the whole class, Adrien was of course invited but only her friends were invited, Jasmine gifted her a white and gold steel MOP watch, Chloe was showing it off to everyone... But mostly to Adrien who didn’t understand that he wasn’t getting one like she did, being the idiot that he is he returned home to tell his parents about the party and Jasmine, Gabriel began to believe that Jasmine would be much better to work with then Lila and decided to work on terminating her contract and prepare one for Jasmine.

Then came Max’s birthday.

Everything began well that day, everyone smiled and wished him a happy birthday, but Jasmine wasn’t there, everyone was confused until when Mendeleiev called Jasmine out Chloe spoke “She’s sick today so i’ll be taking notes for her” she explained making the class believe that Max will get his watch when she was back in class... But Max waited for days and she still didn’t give him one “Could it be she decided to not gift you one? But were her friends right?” Lila asked innocently making them all agree, then Alya’s birthday came and the same thing happened, Jasmine didn’t gift her a watch, same for Alix too.

Then came Rose’s birthday.

The day began well, she came to school and was greeted by her classmates and walked towards her locker where Jasmine waited with a box in hand with the words Mia written on it... Meaning it was her turn to get a watch, Lila glared as Rose pulled out a dark brown and black steel flowers watch, it was beautiful and Juleka claimed it fit Rose perfectly, Lila walked out while looking at something on her phone while mumbling something under her breath that no one heard, the class all saw the watch Rose was wearing was a Mia and they didn’t understand why she had one and they didn’t and no matter how hard Alya tried Nino didn’t answer her questions about it.

Next was Ivan who didn’t get a watch and then Mylène got nothing on her birthday... All that was left was Lila, Adrien and Juleka with a Mia watch, a month and a few weeks after Rose’s birthday Juleka came to school while wearing a black and silver steel mesh watch, she explained that Clara had helped Juleka to try modeling and she was now under a contract and Jasmine gifted her the watch as congratulations on the whole thing, Adrien looked towards Lila and hoped he would get his watch when his birthday comes around... While Lila didn’t understand as to why Gabriel fired her and was blocking her from calling him and ignoring her.

At last Adrien’s birthday came, he had left Jas multiple pictures of the watch he wanted and even spoke about it loud enough for her to hear, he even began flirting with her and complimenting the way she looked, he got to school and went through the same thing as the rest of his class did... But no Mia box in sight, he looked everywhere, his locker (he left it unlocked believing she might leave it inside) his desk and even his bag (there were a few times he left it around where no one would be and it was empty) but Adrien got nothing, he didn’t understand why there was no watch for him at all and was about to give up until he saw his cousin Felix waiting outside the school... Wearing a navy blue and rose gold steel stones watch that was just like Kagami’s.

He went up to his cousin to ask him about it and he felt himself snapping “My girlfriend Jasmine gifted it to me as our one year anniversary gift” he said and Adrien decided that he had to get answers from Jas about this, he sadly needed to wait until after the weekend and then next week as he had to go to London for a few photoshoots, but he still told the other’s about Felix and all of them were shocked “I can’t believe Jasmine would be so picky with us and watches! I mean she’s been buying for so many right? So it shouldn’t be hard for her to buy all of us one right?” Lila wrote and everyone believed she was right as she grinned towards a box she just got.

Then Lila walked into school... Wearing a mia watch.

It was a black and gold steel stones watch, just like Nathaniel’s watch, she looked so happy as the class asked her about “Jasmine brought it to me. She felt sad that mister Agreste had to end my modeling contract and she brought it to me as way to keep my hopes up!” she claimed as Adrien had enough, when Jas came in he stomped over to her “Why are you so difficult! There just watches!” he yelled making her look at him confused “What are you talking about?” she asked with a glare “You got a watch for Kagami, Aurore, Nathaniel, Marc, Luka, Mireille, Ondine, Nino, Juleka, Rose, Chloe, Sabrina, Felix and now Lila but not the rest of us!? It’s not fair!!” he exclaimed as she raised a brow.

“What are you talking about? I never gifted a watch to Lila... Why would I even give her one when i’m not friends with her like the rest of you guys” she explained making his eyes widen “Of course we are” he whispered as Lila began to fake cry while claiming Jasmine was lying “As if! Rossi stop with the fake tears because there annoying” Chloe demanded as they looked at her in shock “Jasmine only gifts watches to her friends which are the ones minus Lila that Adrien named except Felix is her boyfriend! She does this because either we asked her to be our friends or she asked us... Which none of you did!” she claimed as there eyes widen.

She was right though, none of them asked Jas to be her friend and she didn’t ask them... But they expected her to gift them a watch, so when none of them got one Lila tried to lie to them about Jas gifting her one so to cause drama between the ones who didn’t get a watch and Jasmine “If you had simply done like Nino, Rose and Juleka did which was ask me to be your friends I would have accepted... But I wouldn’t gift you a watch since you all have been pressuring me with the one you each wanted” she explained making them look down in shame, she continued on and on about how selfish they were to think she would get them a watch without even thinking of asking her about it “Besides, why would I even buy Lila that watch? It screams she want’s to be rich and have tons of money without lifting a finger” Jas claimed and then went to her seat.

“And also if Lila lied about Jas buying her that watch... What else did she lie about since she does have a lying disease and all” Chloe claimed as she turned away with a smirk as the whole class turned on her once they understood she was lying all this time, Adrien looked over to Jas with the hopes she would stop this... But she was simply talking to Nathaniel in the back like nothing was wrong, he frowned at her and couldn’t understand why she would be like this, even so he desired to be so badly her friend since his father wanted her to model for his clothes and Adrien believed that by being her friend he could get her to agree to model.

He tried talking to her a few times, but it seems the class also thought the same thing, right after cutting there ties with Lila they began trying to get to Jasmine and talk to her with the hopes of fixing everything with her and becoming her friend... Just so they can get a Mia watch, but she ended up ignoring them while Lila left for home to wrap up the watch and lie to her mother about buying it for her as an I love you gift, since no one would believe Jasmine bought it for her she might as well, either way in the end no one could find Jasmine as she ended up eating lunch at the hotel to get away from everyone and then when school was over she went to the Tsurugi home to relax.

A few weeks went by and everyone was sad, everyone but Lila and Adrien apologized to Jasmine and asked to be her friend... Only for her to reject them and point out why (they wanted a free watch simply) because of this Adrien wasn’t sure if she would accept and decided to give up, except Nathalie came to his room to let him know that his father was expecting an answer about Jasmine at the end of the day when he returns home from school, so Adrien had no choice but to ask her, he got his chance during lunch, she was at her locker waiting for Juleka who was asking a question to miss Mendeleiev and Rose who was in the bathroom “Um Jasmine? Can we talk?” he asked making her nod.

Adrien and Lila had yet to apologize for what they did to her and ask her to be her friend, so she hoped Adrien was here to do just that “I wanted to ask... If we could be friends? I know I never asked and it was rude of me and all so” he asked as she frowned at him “No. Why would I want to be friends with someone who hasn’t apologized to me yet?” she asked back as his eyes widen “I did nothing to you!” he exclaimed “Your wrong dude” Nino claimed from behind Adrien with Juleka next to him “You did do something to her, you pushed her to be kind with everyone, you pushed her to buy you a watch and you snapped at her for not getting one for everyone who thought they deserved one” he explained as Juleka nodded.

Rose came in at that moment and they quickly left... Without knowing Lila had been there listening to them the whole time, she began to form a plan in her head to destroy the remaining students of Caline Bustier’s class who wasn’t friends with Jasmine, once Adrien left she came out of her hiding spot and went to the class’ lockers to get to work... With a huge grin on her face on what this plan will do in the end, when lunch ended the class was getting back inside until principal Damocles walked in “It has come to my attention that miss Lessard can’t find her watch” he explained making the girl nod and stand “It was in my locker when I left for lunch but gone when I got back” she explained as Lila then made a loud gasp as she looked down in shame.

“Miss Rossi? Do you know something about this?” Damocles asked making Lila slowly nod as she looked up with tears running down her face “I didn’t know if I should tell but... I was by the lockers when Adrien and Jasmine were talking. He was asking her to be friends and she rejected him because he never apologized for pushing her around pressuring her to buy him a watch and for snapping at her when she didn’t buy one for him or a major part of the class” she explained making Adrien look at her in shock “When she left with Nino, Rose and Juleka, I saw him looking outside and then going to her locker... And taking her watch and then putting it in his locker! I didn’t know what to say or do so I just left a little after he did!” she said as she then sobbed into her hands.

Damocles ordered Adrien to open his locker, and when he did they found Jasmine’s watch... Broken from being smashed with a hammer that was next to it, everyone was in shock at finding it like that, sadly the security cameras weren’t working so they couldn’t confirm it but the times Lila spoke of matched with the times Adrien left the locker room, Adrien was given detention and his parents were informed of his actions... Damocles never ordered Adrien to buy Jas a new watch or pay her back, so when two weeks later Lila came to class with a Mia box with the exact watch Adrien smashed inside, Jasmine thanked her, Lila then apologized for lying and everything she did and hoped that the watch helped in a way.

After that, Lila worked hard to watch her classmates and little by little make them look like they stole and or destroyed something that Jasmine owned, the school punished the student but doesn’t make them replace the item or pay Jas back and who swoops in with a replacement? Lila Rossi that’s who, each time it takes between a few weeks to a month before she brings in the exact item that was destroyed, and slowly the girls became friends, they traded numbers and Lila got all of Jasmine’s friends numbers including Felix’ number, Lila ended up being liked without the lies and Lila promised to be better and she did (because she only needed to lie once about the others to make Jas hate them and her friends hate them too)

During the summer, Lila was discovered by a director who decided he wanted her for a movie and then made her into an actress and planned to have her audition for a few more movies, this made the group have a party... And Jasmine got her the black and rose gold steel square watch Adrien liked and wanted from the start, Lila at first wanted to show it off around Adrien but decided not to as she didn’t want to lose her friendship to Jas, instead she simply took a selfie picture with Jas and the others which showed her wearing the watch and posted it on instagram while explaining the reason for the party and the gifted watch.

Meanwhile... With Adrien and his friends.

The model was furious, the very watch he wanted was on Lila, she was having fun with a party because she was going to be in movies and Jasmine gifted her a watch, all he wanted to do was scream and break his stuff... But his friends were here and they believed he was fine, so he needed to wait until they left before he can let out his true feelings, it took a while and he knew that was supposed to be his watch since Alya and the others agreed before they slowly began to leave, once they were gone... He lost it, to his luck his parents were out on a dinner date while Nathalie was meeting with a few people for his father, so Adrien began destroying some of his things, and yeah he will need to get rid of everything he destroys or hide them but until then he didn’t have much of a choice.

Even so he was furious and he had to do something, once he calmed down, he laid on his bed as he looked over Lila’s Instagram including the other’s and noticed how happy they were, and how cute Felix and Jas were together, then Jasmine posted a picture of her with Rose on the Mia website with the page which was confirming an order they made... Making him know Rose ordered something online as Jasmine did write she had to help Rose with the order, he was done and decided to go on the website himself and decided to order the watch he wanted himself to wear.

What he didn’t know was that Jasmine and her friends, all of the pictures they were taking of each other or themselves with the watches or an outfit was becoming really popular, at one point Jasmine posted a picture she took of herself looking done and with the message about her class being annoying again, Lila spoke about it being over the Mia watches they were pushing her to get them and Jas confirmed it... A while later Lila posted a picture of herself with her watched on and posted how she believed Adrien was maybe going to buy himself the watch she’s wearing as he wanted it.

When Adrien got it, it was a week after his father found out about his little tantrum over Lila having the watch he wanted, he posted on Instagram himself wearing the watch... But no one but his classmates liked the post... And slowly people started to unfollow him until it was just his classmates, he didn’t understand that it was because a few of them followed Lila and Jasmine and let the other’s know so he lost his fans quickly, but it would only be a matter of time before his father loses his sales because of Adrien, making them lose money, making them lose there stuff, making them lose there home, making them lose there lifestyle.

And then Adrien will lose his friends... And be all alone again.

#mlb salt #class salt #adrien salt #lila gets exposed #Mia bijoux #watches #lila redemption #Lila revenge #one shot

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. I took this from Minnie’s archived Bioshock blog. I’ve been looking for this meme all this month. TAGGING. @hammurabicomplex. @bluuxriising. @ Me - for Sal on @bulletsoverbensonhurst. @immaterialed (charlie) @soypeor (bella) @svmmercmance. @mrflayed. and you!

BASICS. FULL NAME : Eve Delores Littlejohn NICKNAME : Evie, Little Evie (by her maternal side of the family), Delores, Didi NAME MEANING / S Eve is from the ancient Hebrew name חַוָּה (Chawwah), which was derived from the Hebrew word חָוָה (chawah) meaning "to breathe" or the related word חָיָה (chayah) meaning "to live". Delores is a variant of Dolores, meaning "sorrows", taken from the Spanish title of the Virgin Mary María de los Dolores, meaning "Mary of Sorrows." Littlejohn is a surname that has historically been found in England and Scotland. With potential origins being either ‘to distinguish a beloved child that was not the eldest.’ Or, ‘a contradictory nickname for a large man.’ HISTORICAL CONNECTION? : She’s named after her grandmother, Evelyn Hollins.

AGE : 42 BIRTHDAY : June 2 ETHNIC GROUP : Black-American. Meaning she’s mixed with a lot (Some of her relatives are respectively Creole and Italian) but uses Black as a catch-all term. NATIONALITY : American LANGUAGE / S : English, Italian, Spanish, Latin, some French SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Verse dependent, usually married -or connected- to Salvatore Scozzari in some way. CLASS : Upper-Class HOME TOWN / AREA : Brooklyn. Spent time between Bedford-Stuyvesant - with her paternal grandfather and Park Slope - with her maternal grandparents. CURRENT HOME : In her childhood home in Bedford-Stuyvesant. PROFESSION : Ballet Instructor. Former Professional Ballerina. ( Other verses see her as a professional thief. )

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Black. In terms of her natural hair, Eve has springy, 3C hair she seldom shows off because she was raised in a family where straightened hair was deemed presentable and professional. EYES : Thin almond eyes. Dark brown. NOSE : Straight and small. FACE : She has a prominent, high forehead, that’s accented with high cheekbones and a pointy chin. LIPS : Full. COMPLEXION : She has a light brown (tawny) complexion. SCARS : None major. TATTOOS : None. HEIGHT : 5′4″ BUILD : Eve has a slender build. One of those people who have been small and petite since childhood. Despite this, she also stays skinny because she is obsessively conscious of the food she consumes. The older she gets the more she weighs, however. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Her hair is cut short. Reaching her shoulders in a neat, even bob. She either curls it in a retro fashion or curls the tips. For work she wears it in a traditional, pinned bun. USUAL FACE LOOK : In public, she appears stoic for the most part. Any emotion shown (such as the length of a smile) is carefully calculated. She has to seem perfect. USUAL CLOTHING : Form fitting dresses. Incredibly chic and fashionable for the time. Shoes include heels - never open-toed, unless she has on stockings. Extravagant earrings. Jewelry that can include either necklaces, crosses, pearls, or dainty rings. Prone to wearing black sunglasses in public.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Thunderstorms, airplanes, creatures like weasels, snakes and ferrets, break-ins, men she doesn’t know, harm coming to her children ASPIRATION / S : Formerly wanted to become a major [black] ballerina in the elite world of ballet, now she just wants to expose more [inner city children] to dance through her job. Personally, she wants her children to change the world in some form or fashion, too. Eve also has good ideas on improving the community, but at the moment has no idea how to go about these ideas. POSITIVE TRAITS : Generous, compassionate, patient, protective NEGATIVE TRAITS : Strict, sullen, hard to read, represses her emotions, secretive MBTI : Advocate - INFJ-T ZODIAC : Cancer TEMPERAMENT : Melancholic ANIMALS : Lioness VICE / S : Pride & Lust FAITH : Christian. Grew up Baptist, but Catholic influences have been around her since childhood. Attended a Catholic High School in Park Slope, her grandmother Evelyn was also a practicing Catholic. GHOSTS ? : Yes and no. She feels that objects formerly owned by the deceased posses the essence of their previous owners and that they essentially live on through these pieces of property. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes. REINCARNATION ? : No, but it’s a romantic concept. ALIENS ? : No. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Democratic ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She likes being where she’s at now. But honestly, being upper class is all she’s ever known. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : Bourgeoisie, basically. The Littlejohn’s represent The Historical Black Elite. EDUCATION LEVEL : College level. FAMILY.

FATHER : William ‘Bill’ Littlejohn MOTHER : Linda Littlejohn ( nee Hollins ) SIBLINGS : None EXTENDED FAMILY : Amos Littlejohn (paternal grandfather) Liza Littlejohn (paternal grandmother) Evelyn Hollins (maternal grandmother) Giuseppe D’Aietti (maternal grandfather) and a wide host of cousins, aunts and uncles.

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Night Song by Beverly Jenkins. The Color Purple by Alice Walker. Some sort of old, French erotic novel that was published before she was born. MOVIE : Eve watches films along the lines of...Waiting to Exhale, Beaches, The First Wives Club and Fatal Attraction. She loves Made-For-TV movies from the time period. In regards to plays, her favorite one is Sunday In The Park With George. 5 SONGS : Meet Me On The Moon / Essence of Sapphire / No One In The World / People / The First Time I Saw Your Face DEITY : Persephone HOLIDAY : New Years Eve, Christmas, Thanksgiving. Major holidays during the colder season. MONTH : October SEASON : Autumn PLACE : The dance studio she works at. WEATHER : Sunny, but cool. SOUND : The voices of Anita Baker and Sarah Vaughn. A skilled hand running over piano keys. Soft trumpets. Running water. Cats making chipper little meows. SCENT / S : Perfume, floral scented lotions, her partner’s cologne TASTE / S : Caramel, the tang of dark chocolate, strawberries coated with either chocolate, or sprinkles of white sugar. Light Vinegar. FEEL / S : Performing in front of an audience. Hot water engulfing your skin after a long day. Satin - whether it be the fabric of her clothes or sheets, your fingers tightly intertwined with another’s, feeling your significant other’s chest raise and lower against your skin with each breath they take. ANIMAL / S : Cocker Spaniels, Afghan Hounds, Cats, Birds - she loves all ( well, a majority ) of animals. NUMBER : Doesn’t have one. COLOR : White, Pink, Gold.

EXTRA. TALENTS : Dance, Eve is trained in ballet when it comes to her main verse. She has attended ballet classes since the age of eight and ever since then she placed all of her focus into it. Similarly, Eve has always had the makings of a good artist - as a child she enjoyed drawing and had informal art lessons with a man who lived in the basement of her grandfather’s brownstone, but she never invested into that half of her. BAD AT : Singing, Being interviewed, Public Speaking (as in Speech Giving), Decision Making TURN ONS : Charisma, Leadership Skills, Temperature Play, Phone Sex, Heavy Kissing, Light Roleplay TURN OFFS : Public Sex, Tearing [ Her ] Clothes, Threesomes, Cruelty, Senseless Violence HOBBIES : viewing plays & some musicals, reading romance novels, shopping, working out (she was into the whole celebrity VHS tape exercise trend), playing tennis, decorating AESTHETIC : Vintage Black Glamour, Black Ballerinas, Champagne and Wine Glasses, Paintings by Melinda Byers and Edward 'Clay' Wright QUOTES : "I'm bad with words, I hope you're good in reading eyes." / "There are truths I haven't even told God. And not even myself. I am a secret under the lock of seven keys."

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Lynn Whitfield ( A Thin Line Between Love & Hate ) ALT FC / S : Kylie Bunbury ( Twisted ) OLDER FC / S : Lynn Whitfield ( Greenleaf ) YOUNGER FC / S : N/A VOICE CLAIM / S : Lynn Whitfield

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : Recently I decided that if/when I try to write anything serious about Eve again, it’ll center on her being a jewel thief because it presents me more fun, and emotionally diverse, opportunities. That and I have a very specific cover image in my mind. Ideally, her adventures would be a series of books. I have no title in mind, no idea about how ‘it would be filmed’ ( although a style replicating 90s films would be excellent, film grain and all. ) but, I do have a bunch of plots in mind that I really don’t feel like typing out here.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Her score would have a vintage sound (or a jazzy Spike Lee sound, if you will) with instrumentals by Dorothy Ashby (a Jazz Harpist) the Ahmad Jamal Trio, Pharaoh Sanders, Yusef Lateef and Tarika Blue. For music with lyrics, the soundtrack would include the likes of Julie London, Sarah Vaughn, Ella Fitzgerald, and Dionne Warwick.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? + Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A3 : Whenever I make NPCs for my character’s lives I actually can’t just let them just be NPCs. I start thinking about them too much. Developing them too much. And then I’m like, ‘wow! I really like this character!’ Eve was a different character when I began writing her, and likely wouldn’t be considered the same character as she was previously, if I told someone in real life who knows about my writing (like my grandma) about all the changes she has undergone. Originally Delores was a university professor, because I thought it could lead to interesting interactions with college-age muses. And her previous history with the mafia was also something interesting to tap in. But then I started thinking about what was realistic, what wasn’t realistic, what did I feel comfortable/interested writing? What didn’t I feel comfortable/interested in writing? So as time went on, things would alter about this character. And the new things I came up with attracted me more.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : I have a love/hate relationship with Eve’s quiet demeanor. On one hand, I think quieter characters need love and the ability to be fully dimensional but on the other hand, writing louder characters has always been more fun for me. But really, Eve’s guarded behavior makes writing her stressful in some cases with others because sometimes...if I’m going to be honest...people don’t know how to carry a thread and interact with someone of her demeanor effectively.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We’re both black, we’re both into art (although our exact interests and aesthetics with art differ)

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : Realistically she would think I need to take better care of myself.

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : We skippin’ this question.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Films such as, “Waiting to Exhale,” “The Kitchen” and “Widows.” Books by Alice Walker, like “The Third Life of Grange Copeland” as well as her short story, “Roselily.” The historical mob figure Stephanie St. Clair.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : A few hours.

#long post #dash games.#headcanons.

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