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quillsnink · 6 months ago

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When SKZ finds your well-organized Korean notes

A/N : This idea randomly popped up in my head when I was learning my Spanish. Picture credit to the owner. Also this is the first time I've tried writing for all the members together.

• Where each member suddenly stumbles upon your neat and well-organized notes for learning Korean. They knew you were studying but didn't realise you went so far as to maintaining an old diary of 2013 for writing down random notes, swear words, grammar rules, slangs, idioms, vocabulary, tests where you had graded yourself with a red pen with marks like 16/20 or 19/25 and your signature like a school teacher and even some phrases learnt from the boys.

• Chris

He found your Korean diary on a random Tuesday evening while he was searching for his laptop charger. He wondered what on earth were you doing with a 2013 diary when he had gifted you the latest one on New Year's Day. Not one to read someone's diary, but his interest was piqued because of a SKZ bookmark hanging out of the diary. He opens it curiously, flipping through the pages that contained grammar rules, self-graded tests with your signature (which he can't help but giggle at), and even an entire section labelled "what Channie taught me", containing phrases and words he had previously taught you, that he himself had forgotten, which little notes on the side in pencil on how to pronounce stating that "Channie says it like this". He smiles to himself, feeling a surge of warmth as he realizes you're working so hard to understand and connect with him and the group on a deeper level. He chuckles at the part where you had stated that he says a word in a certain tone and he's a little surprised to see how observant you were to how he spoke Korean that you had noticed such little things even he didn't know. He is moved by your dedication and effort. It meant so much to him that you wanted to understand him better and also the rest of the boys.

• Minho

Minho's looking around your room when his eyes fall on a notebook open on your bed, with pages full of neat handwriting. Intrigued, he walks over and begins to look through them, noting how well-organized and thoughtful each section is. The color-coding in different color ink, the little drawings, and the way you’ve broken down each concept and it’s clear you’ve put a lot of effort into learning. He spots a few phrases he's used like "Don't be silly" written in Hangul. He feels a strange pride in knowing that you had gone through so much trouble of noting down things he has said and how observant you were to the other members' words and he feels a soft warmth on his chest. When you notice him looking, he gives you an approving nod. "Your notes are impressive," he says, with a faint smile. "You’re serious about learning, huh? I respect that." He’s not overly sentimental, but there’s a hint of admiration in his tone. "Just make sure you don’t learn any bad habits from the guys. I'll teach you the proper way to speak," he adds with a teasing glint in his eyes and you roll your eyes with a smile on your lips.

• Changbin

Changbin flips your notes open curiously and starts reading. The first thing he notices is how neatly you've written grammar concepts and phrases with example sentences using names from the K industry like "Changbin ate an apple", "Joshua cannot swim", "Jaejoong, go to the market !". As he goes through, he can’t help but feel a sense of admiration for your dedication. You’ve put in so much work, and it’s clear that you’re genuinely interested in understanding the language. He chuckles when he sees a section labeled "Cute Phrases learnt from Binnie," where you’ve written down a few things he’s said, noting them with little hearts and stars. When you return, he grins at you, holding up the notebook. "These are really impressive," he says, giving you an encouraging smile. "You’ve put in a lot of effort. If you keep it up, you’ll be fluent in no time!". There’s a hint of pride in his voice as he looks at you, feeling touched that you care so much about connecting with him and the rest of the group in their language.

• Hyunjin

Hyunjin finds your notes when you’re both sitting on the couch. He’s flipping through some things on the table when he spots them, open to a section on descriptive words. At first, he’s just curious, but as he goes through them, he realizes how detailed your notes are. You’ve even added pronunciation tips in English and marked down specific tones you’d heard him use, adding little side notes in pencil like, "Try to sound softer, like Hyunjin." Seeing his own influence in your notes makes his heart race. He’s touched to know you’re paying so much attention to the language, even noting his speaking style. There’s something endearing about how you’re working so hard to speak Korean well, not just to understand him but to match his expressions too. "Wow, you’re really serious about this, huh?" he murmurs, glancing over at you with a soft smile. He leans in closer, resting his chin on his hand as he flips through more pages, admiring your hard work. "If you ever want a study buddy, I’d be happy to help. Maybe I could teach you some new words too… you know, personal ones that only we would know or swear words, whichever you want", he winks, enjoying the thought of having something special shared between the two of you.

• Han

Han stumbles upon your notes one day while you’re hanging out. He flips through them casually, but the more he reads, the more impressed he becomes. Your notes are detailed, organized, and incredibly thorough. You’ve written down vocabulary, grammar rules, and even broken down complex sentences into parts. He’s particularly amused when he sees a section labeled "Funny Phrases" with things he’s said, complete with little notes like, "Han said this when he was being silly." He feels a warmth in his chest, touched that you’ve been paying attention to his quirks and speech patterns. When he looks up at you, there’s a playful glint in his eye. "I didn’t know you were working this hard!" he exclaims. "Your notes are so good; I think I’d actually want to borrow them myself!". Han’s admiration is genuine, and he’s a little flustered by how much he enjoys seeing your dedication. "Anytime you want to practice with me, let me know," he offers, giving you a shy smile. "We could make it fun, you know, with little games and stuff and next time I'll take a test and put my signature on there and an A+ and a smiley if you get it all correct", he said with a wink.

• Felix

When Felix flips through the pages and finds your neat handwriting in Hangul , he's charmed by how much dedication you've put into it, especially when he saw you noted expressions and idioms he used labelled as "Sunshine Lixie's expressions", complete with little stars. His heart flutters at the sight. "Your notes are amazing!" he says, his eyes lighting up. "It’s so cool that you’re learning, and it’s adorable how you even have a section just for my phrases." He pats your shoulder proudly, feeling touched and a bit shy. "I could help you practice anytime you want," he adds, his voice softening, secretly hoping to spend more time with you.

• Seungmin

Seungmin finds your notes by accident when he’s helping you clean up after a study session. He notices them lying open on the table and can’t resist taking a look. As he reads through the pages, he’s impressed by your organization and the level of detail. You’ve made vocabulary lists, highlighted grammar points, and even written down little notes to help you remember certain words. He brings it up later, saying, "Your notes are really impressive. You’re actually doing a great job, and if you keep at it, I think you’ll become fluent in no time." He looks at you thoughtfully, adding, "If you ever need help with pronunciation or understanding something or maybe adding some more to the "Seungmin's Tips" list, I’d be happy to help."

• Jeongin

When the maknae finds your neat diary that you've kept for learning Korean, he is a little surprised but also very impressed at you progress as the self graded "test scores" went higher and as he also remembers some difficult words meant for upper Intermediate learners you'd used a week ago while talking to him. He chuckles when he sees his own "Innie’s Words" section, where you’ve noted down phrases he’s said. Later, he brings it up with a smile, saying, "Your notes are really detailed. It’s so cool that you’re putting in so much effort to learn our language." There’s a sense of pride in his voice as he looks at you, genuinely impressed by your dedication. "If you ever need help, I’m here. I could even teach you some more slang, if you’re up for it Y/N ! And next time, I hope to see you score full marks on your little self tests".

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sorceressofthesky · 3 months ago

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Something I find really compelling about Zaundads is the fact that you can clearly see the division between their ideologies in the way they show their love. When Silco and Vander were still a pair, Silco loved Vander for his brutality. He loved Vander because he was angry at the world; because he was fierce and tenacious and capable of devastating violence. He respected Vander's willingness to fight for the cause and his loyalty to their shared ideals. And we know from Silco's parenting of Jinx that when he loves someone, he uses them. That's not to say this is a good or bad thing, but just an observation. He loves people for the potential he sees in them - in Vander, it's his capacity for violence, and in Jinx, it's her capacity for chaos and destruction - and a big part of how he shows love is by fostering that potential. Creating the means and motivation to use it. He lives by the notion that "there's a monster inside all of us", which started with his perception Vander, and extended to Jinx later on. He sees a monster in himself too, but he's not a naturally violent person, so he surrounds himself with people who he does see as strong and capable, and channels his indignation through the people he trusts most.

Meanwhile, when Vander loves someone, he's gentle with them. He has this innate protective instinct that drives him, and he's capable of summoning his brutal side when his world is under threat, but his default is care and affection. With his kids, it comes out mostly in the form of guidance; being a calm voice of reason when it's needed. We don't see it as much with Silco given the lack of insight into their past, but we do have hints of it in the flashback - with both Silco and Felicia. Silco already has a bowl of soup and a cup at the start of the scene, which, based on context clues, were most likely prepared for him by Vander. Vander also pours drinks for the three of them, and upon finding out that Felicia is pregnant, he replaces hers with a non-alcoholic option. His automatic response to her distress is to comfort and console her ("you're going to be a great mother"). In contrast, Silco listens silently for most of the conversation, and contributes in the only way he knows how - by agreeing to continue the fight for Zaun, no matter the cost.

And I think, ultimately, this would have always created a division between Vander and Silco. Whether or not Felicia and Connol were killed in the explosion. Whether or not the kids were even in the picture. It was inevitable that somewhere down the line, Silco would keep pushing the limits, and he would reach one that Vander couldn't exceed. Felicia's death might have been the catalyst for the betrayal, but it seems like the ideological rift ran a lot deeper than that - particularly noting the line from Vander in S1E3; "You had my respect, the Lanes' respect, but that... that was never enough for you." The phrasing makes it sound like he was already fed up with just how far Silco was willing to go for justice.

Vander regretted the violent way he went about the split, but I don't get the impression that he ever regretted the actual decision to part ways with Silco. Which actually creates another interesting contrast in itself, because Silco's perspective was the complete opposite. Silco had already forgiven Vander for the drowning incident by the time they met up again. The murder attempt was brutal, and Silco is unquestionably traumatised by it, but he never stopped respecting Vander, nor does he ever ask why he did it. Because that isn't the part he's hung up on. He understands why Vander went about the betrayal in such a vicious manner. Anger and violence were what he loved about Vander in the first place, and as such, Vander trying to drown him was consistent with everything Silco knew and respected about him. The Vander he didn't understand was the one who gave up on fighting out of fear of what he might lose, and that was the Vander he resented.

Reconciliation is definitely possible between them, and that's clear even without regarding the S2E7 AU, because it happens in the main timeline. Silco is given a choice between his dream and Jinx, and the first place he goes to deliberate is the Vander statue, because finally, he does understand. He understands why Vander bent to the Enforcers' will just to keep his kids safe. But he only understands it because, by that point, he's lived it himself. In an alternate timeline scenario, if Silco were to forgive Vander, there would need to be some other catalyst that triggers that understanding. It would take a lot more than simply reading an apology letter - not because of how terrible the apology was, but because Vander was apologising for the wrong thing.

#zaundads #vander #silco #meta

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the-thing-withfeathers · 8 months ago

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exceeded caution part 2

first time for everything

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a/n: heyy y’all!! so this is part 2 of exceeded caution. a lot of it follows the actual movie because i needed set-up for ghostface. there’s still a lot of interaction between the reader + sam & tara but some of it is from the first 30 minutes of scream vi essentially.

warnings: violence (gun usage, knife usage), cursing. he/him pronouns for ghostface. 5.8k words.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

a few days ago, sam was nowhere near the forefront of your mind. you had stayed with the group as they navigated their way through accepting that ghostface might be back.

you hadn't spoken to tara much, you felt like you wouldn't be any help to her. she didn't need her ex-girlfriend that she only dated out of convenience around her constantly.

instead, the other carpenter sister started to find solace in your presence.

you found yourself over quite a bit, you noticed that they valued strength in numbers. you even all set a rotation between the group for who would cook that week.

during your week to cook, sam insisted on joining you when grocery shopping. as you promised her that she wouldn't be alone, she mentally promised you the same thing.

"it's just a simple beef stroganoff recipe, sam. you really don't have to come." you smiled sheepishly as you pulled up outside her apartment, she was hopping into your passenger seat.

"ghostface won't let a grocery store stop him from taking lives." sam was firm in her words, you sighed in defeat and drove off towards the shops that were only a couple minutes away from her place. you wanted her to feel safe still.

she pushed the cart while you took ingredients off the shelves, mumbling to yourself as you chucked them in the cart.

"tara used to say your food was amazing. where did you learn to cook?" she asked you, you looked away from your list to smile at her.

"my mom, she's amazing at cooking. she gave up her career to support my dad and become a fulltime housewife." you explained. "i used to help her cook all the time."

"that's pretty cool. i find myself never having the time for new foods. i should probably get on that."

"i can teach you some. or make some for you, i like cooking for people." you shrugged, taking another ingredient off the shelves.

sam would normally decline if you were anyone else, but she felt the urge to accept.

"sure. that would be nice." she nodded at you.

sam had enjoyed you being around more often and getting to know you outside of tara. she even found herself calling you a friend.

or rather, she tried to keep it at friend. she was trying to hide the fact that she felt a pull to you, she didn't know how to explain it. although, one thing was sure, there was an element of guilt to it.

she wasn’t the only one feeling guilty. you felt almost dirty with how much you thought of sam. because of the frequency of your contact, you found yourself wanting to see her more.

was this against some form of girl code that you shouldn’t want to hang out with your ex’s sister?

“um… how are you?” she could see that you were nervous to ask her that. “i know you probably get asked that all the time but i never ask… and i want to know.”

“that’s fine. i figured you would get curious. you always seem to be.” sam commented.

“is curiosity bad?” you teased a little, noting her phrasing.

“no! not at all.” she perked up, shaking her head.

“don’t worry sam, i’m joking.” you realised that the carpenter sisters weren’t used to bantering with someone they weren’t extremely close to— or someone they didn’t love.

“right.” she bit her lip. “but no? it’s not bad at all.” she chuckled. “but i’m… not okay?”

you nodded, respecting her answer and silently thanking her for being honest.

“i hoped that we would escape this when we moved. and i’ve been doing everything to protect tara but it didn’t end for sidney prescott— so i assume that it won’t end for us.” she scratched her brow, the stress getting to her. “i’m sorry you got involved.”

“it’s okay, sam. i knew what i was getting into when i dated tara.” you nodded. “if it happened again, i already knew i’d stick around.”

“that’s admirable.”

you felt your heart clench a little when she said that. nobody had ever told you that your desire to stick around was admirable. you always got “clingy” or “overbearing.” that was the first time you’d ever gotten a compliment on it.

“oh! um… thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush flooding your cheeks. you knew that sam meant it too, she wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better. she was genuinely saying it.

“it’s true.” it was.

you tried to push your flustered down into the depths of your mind as you struggled to reach the top shelf with the last of your ingredients. you were definitely taller than tara— everyone was. but not tall enough to face this eight layered shelf.

sam was.

sam was taller. and she made that perfectly clear when she basically pressed up behind you to grab this damn dijon mustard for you.

oh no… oh no… you had to stop those thoughts. you had turned around too quickly, basically coming chest to chest with the girl. she didn’t seem to mind— and you refused to mind.

you had never been this close to her before. your eyes trailed over all her features, taking them in. she looked just like tara… maybe that’s whats got your heart beating at the speed of light.

but she wasn’t tara. no, she was sam. and you found that to be what sealed the deal for you.

you found her pretty.

you remained silent as you finished off the last of the ingredient collection. you walked over to the self check-out, scanning the items as the blush continued to make its presence known as sam hovered.

you shuffled some things around in your pocket to try and find your card but before you knew it, sam was paying for your groceries.

“what—“ you tried to protest but the transaction had gone through already.

sam didn’t know what overcame her.

it was her way of taking care of you.

it was even her way of apologising to you.

"sam, you didn't have to do that." you shook your head at her.

"my treat, i didn't get to cook for everyone so this is my way of contributing." she shook you off. you knew that was a lie because mindy sent you a photo of meals you missed, one being sam's.

there was no undoing it now. you sighed and reached for the bags, but sam was one step ahead of you, grabbing them and walking out of the store.

you wished you could wash the blush off with soap.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

when you arrived for dinner with your groceries. everyone was already at the carpenter’s apartment. they were spread out across the entire floor, conversing with each other.

you got to cooking almost immediately, knowing that everyone had potentially been there for a while. sam left your side to talk to quinn.

you kept feeling eyes on you.

the shorter carpenter sister was talking to mindy when she felt her attention turn away from her and onto you. she watched you cook, she actually always loved your cooking.

she loved when you would make a dinner catered just to her. she actually missed how lively the kitchen used to be when you were in it. you were even dancing around now, your headphones tucked over your ear.

she smiled a little at how you shook your waist to the music. everyone knew not to bother you so you could get it done quicker.

but tara wanted to bother you. she wanted to approach you and say something, anything to break the silence.

you were friends before everything went down. she thought that maybe she could at least salvage that, that would be her way to redemption.

mindy kept talking and talking before cutting herself off suddenly, realising that tara was no longer paying attention.

“tara, don’t.” mindy said, disappointment clear in her tone. “this is something you need to give time to.”

“there’s been a lot of time.” tara muttered, glaring at mindy.

“you can’t just break her heart and expect her to let you back in so quickly.” mindy held her shoulder back.

“i know it won’t be quick, but i have to try.” tara said through her teeth, pulling her shoulder out of mindy’s grasp and starting to make her way towards you.

tara stopped on her heels when she saw her sister already take your attention. she thought that she’d better not interrupt you.

“whatcha listening to?” sam asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.

you pulled your headphones back a little.

“sloppy jane.” you said.

“sloppy jane? what kind of name is that?!” sam laughed.

“she’s cool! i promise!” you raised your hands up in defense. you took your headphones off your head, you gently placed them on sam. your hands nicking strands of her long hair before you pulled them away.

she held eye contact with her as her head bobbed to the music, you matched the bobbing, knowing which part of the song she was on.

a smile formed on her face while you two were in sync. your eyes started to crinkle up with a smile as your hair started getting in your face when you headbanged. she joined you until the kitchen was filled with laughter.

“okay… okay. i see it now. she has a good sound.” sam agreed with you, placing the headphones back on you but leaving an ear open.

“thank you.” you chuckled, moving the beef strips into the bowl you intended to serve it in.

“this smells soooo good.” sam practically moaned out, you laughed at the noise she made.

“well, you’re gonna have to wait like everyone else!” you teased.

she groaned and rolled her eyes. you liked seeing her loosen up a bit more, you were grateful she was getting more comfortable around you.

as you two laughed, tara stared on.

she remembered when she was in sam’s place. she even felt herself grow jealous at her sister. why did she ever think that what she was doing to you was okay? your heart was gold and tara thought she had turned it dark— she realised your golden heart’s integrity never faltered. you were still just as good.

she was cruel and she broke your heart. she didn’t think she would regret it— until she suddenly felt all that guilt wash over her. was she regretting it?

you enlisted sam to help you bring all your dishes to the table.

“beef stroganoff, pasta, and rice. choose your carb to go with it and enjoy!” you presented your meal to the group.

everyone admired your work and sat down at the table. you ended up sitting beside mindy who talked your ear off about some pottery class that she and anika took.

you glanced over at sam first, her eyes meeting yours during her conversation with ethan. you two exchanged heartfelt smiles, you had a good day because of each other.

then you looked at tara, who was already looking at you. her first serving was practically gone. you knew that she loved one thing about you, and it was your cooking. she held a sadness behind those eyes, you saw into it, but you had your doubts that it was sadness.

when you noticed her plate, you felt yourself flash her a smile too. she returned it, it was shy but still genuine. her plate was cleaned up just seconds after everyone served themselves.

crumbs of you, tara would take. she cherished that smile you gave to her, even if it was forced or accidental. it filled her brain.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

washing up had to be done, you wanted do it yourself, saying how you were on a roll from cooking that you wanted to do the cleaning too.

sam was about to speak up but suddenly, tara found her voice.

“i’ll help!” she said, chirping up. everyone looked at her with confusion. they didn’t expect that she would do that for you.

“oh… okay!” you said, making your way over to the kitchen.

you scrubbed the plates and handed them to her to dry. it was a good system that worked.

“you did well with dinner today. your cooking is always good.” tara smiled at you.

“thank you, tara. i appreciate it.” your lips pressed into a thin line.

“i just wanted to say that.” she put the plates onto the drying rack. “we haven’t spoken in a while.”

“i know. i just wanted to give you space. i felt like i wasn’t much help to you ever. and i felt like i wouldn’t be much help now.” you confessed. “but i want to stick around, i would be a pretty shit person if i didn’t.”

she felt horrible that you thought that you wouldn’t be help. in fact, there were some nights that tara found herself longing for you.

“we were friends before this, do you think we’d be able to get back to that?” she asked, searching your face for hope. but all she saw was doubt.

“maybe, tara.” you turned to her, handing her the last of the dishes. you saw the dejected look on her face and sighed. you wanted to go back to that too, you missed the tara that was a good friend to you. “but we can try.”

tara’s face lit up, a bit of shock also hidden between the lines. “okay! yeah… let’s try.” she put the dish away and held her hand out, you chuckled but you shook it.

what you failed to see was your maybe friend’s sister staring at you both from the living room, her jaw tightened as tara touched you.

sam zoned back into the conversation, realising that the show they were watching was long gone and replaced by the news again.

there was another death.

sam erupted in her anger, suddenly storming into the kitchen, grabbing the sharpest knife that she owned.

you had no idea what just happened, tara followed her sister back to the living room, the commotion having everyone sit up.

“sam! slow down!” tara yelled after her sister, you joined them after putting the dishes away. “can we please think about this before you decide to abandon my college education?!”

you couldn’t blame sam for wanting to leave. this was something that she just wanted to escape. as much as you would be upset, you would understand. you’d help, even.

you would help them pack up if it meant they were away from everything. you were prepared to never speak of the carpenter sisters again, in hopes that they would never have to go through this again.

“this can’t just be a coincidence, tara!” sam yelled back at her. today was the day where you saw the genetic stubbornness displayed by the carpenter sisters.

“quinn, can you please call your dad?!” tara asked their roommate, quinn immediately nodded. you could tell she didn’t want to get yelled at by sam but it was a reasonable point of action.

ring!!!

everyone flinched. you didn’t. it was just a phone ringing to you, but to everyone else, it was so much more.

sam’s phone blared on the table, she walked over only to see that it was gale weathers, she declined the call without a doubt.

you watched as quinn travelled across the room, telling sam that her father wanted to speak to her. you heard the muffled voice of mr. bailey from where you were standing.

“okay, thank you. i’ll be right there.” sam hung up. “he wants me down at the station.”

“i’ll drive you.” you said, grabbing your keys. “i live close to the station.”

“you shouldn’t have to—“ you cut sam off.

“no. i will. no man left behind, remember?” you said, firm in your decision. sam sighed but nodded.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

you, sam, and tara made it out the door and started to walk to your car.

suddenly, sam’s phone rang again. the two girls stopped when they saw the name displayed on the screen.

richie kirsch.

richie? you recognized that name. you huddled closer to the sisters, closing your eyes to rack your memory for where you knew that name.

no. wait.

it couldn’t be. he was dead, wasn’t he?

“don’t pick that up.” tara said, looking up at sam.

sam hesitated, but it could be important. these calls were life or death for them. she picked up.

you looked at your surroundings. you suddenly felt so exposed, like anything could happen to you now that you weren’t in the comforts of your own home— or anyone’s home.

“who is this?” sam asked into the phone. you couldn’t hear the responses, only sam’s facial expressions changing as time went on.

her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes changed. you saw woodsboro glaze her pupils, you knew she was thinking back to her life before the city. everything was resurfacing.

“i want you to think long and hard about whether or not you wanna do this because the last two people that fucked with us ended up dead.” she said, planting her feet down with determination.

your eyes started to tear away from sam, not absorbing the conversation.

bad gut feeling.

you had to stop ignoring those.

“you better watch your back, asshole.” sam said.

and tara yelled.

a cloaked figure sporting a ghostface mask suddenly grabbed tara, you sprung into action. tara elbowed the figure and you shoved him into the bike rack.

“go!” you said, running just behind the two sisters.

“there!” sam redirected you into a little corner store. you stood with your front to the door while the girls yelled at the cashier to help them, starting a fight with someone in line.

suddenly ghostface walked in.

you backed up into sam, pushing her backwards a little bit while one of the customers stood tall in front of the infamous killer.

you watched as ghostface drove their knife into the man, multiple times.

you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth. you had never seen anyone get killed before. you thought ghostface had specific targets, this wasn’t just an ordinary killer, this killer wasn’t afraid to take any life that stood in his way.

you turned around and the three of you flooded into the back of the store as the clerk wielded his gun.

when the first gunshot rang, sam’s arm flew to cover you as chips flew everywhere. tara was crouched just beside the two of you.

suddenly, there was a second gunshot. but only after you heard the clerk start begging for his life.

you tried to stay quiet, you didn’t realise where parts of your body were. you had a hand on sam’s abdomen, bunching her shirt into your fist. you were terrified, you had never gone through this before. you couldn’t imagine what sam & tara were feeling.

you couldn’t move— or else he would know where you were.

the corner store was quiet, it was like a cruel game of cat and mouse. you heard crunching as the sound of boots got closer to you.

all three of you rounded the corner to avoid detection. sam hid behind a freezer while you and tara hid behind the shelving. you saw sam’s eyes flicker to a can on the ground and you knew what she was trying to say.

carefully, you reached out and picked the can off the floor. it was disgusting and sticky. was this what they had to result to when defending themselves? putting themselves in disgusting situations? you felt twisted picturing them going through this once— now twice.

you threw the can across the corner store, hearing boots walk in the other direction. it was a successful distraction. the three of you started crawling towards the exit.

when you heard the boots stop moving again, you paused. sam leaned forward, you could tell that she could see a lot clearer than you. she slowly inched towards the shelving, then she suddenly shoved it with her shoulder, knocking it down.

god, she was strong.

had she been training herself to get stronger? in case this happened again?

the three of you hauled ass to the exit, being met with cop cars and their sirens.

the three of you were escorted into the cars. the sisters rode in one while you went in the other. you fidgeted with your fingers. then it was daunting on you.

baby’s first ghostface attack.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

you sat in an interrogation room at the precinct. the walls were closing in on you.

you had been close to death before. you remember when you and your parents got into that gnarly car accident that had you coming out with several broken bones and whiplash. you cradled your arm, feeling the after-effects of the worst injury you sustained.

but this wasn't a car t-boning yours. this was a killer.

and you felt like death was kissing your cheek.

you didn't know where sam and tara were, you assumed a different interrogation room. you were waiting for ages, you thought that maybe someone was attending to them first.

you sat in silence for about ten more minutes, trying to decompress the situation.

the lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing detective bailey. you had met quinn's dad in passing, never really speaking to him.

"mr. bailey. how are you?" you asked him, sitting up in your chair. you noticed he had files in his hand. this was going to take longer than you wanted.

"i'm good. thank you... how are you doing? you weren't around for woodsboro, i'm sure it's a bit of a shock to be involved now." straight into it.

"a bit is an understatement, sir." you let out a dry chuckle. "i'm assuming you're going to be asking me more than just 'how are you' though..."

"i'm sorry. i know you're probably tired." he sighed, you nodded. you were trying to hold back a yawn.

"it's fine."

he sat down across from you, opening the file and putting its contents in front of you.

"you're the newest addition to the group, quinn has talked about you. i know you and tara had a past relationship. were you frequently in and out of their apartment?" he asked.

"yeah... tara and i were together for a bit. i usually visited her and i also hang out with mindy and chad, so yes, i was frequently at theirs." you nodded, you often found that honesty was the best policy with these things.

"i know that your relationship with her ended badly." he stated, you scoffed.

"surely a bad break-up isn't enough motivation to go on these killing sprees, right?" you asked, a bit offended.

"sometimes it might just be."

"did you have access to sam carpenter's belongings?" he followed up. what did sam's stuff have to do with this?

"um... no. not really. i never really interacted with sam until ghostface was rumored to resurface. and even then, i don't really have that access." you crossed your arms across your chest, your eyes scanning the photos on the desk. you spotted a photo of sam's license, bloodied and dumped at the scene of the crime.

someone was trying to frame her.

"we found sam's license next to the body."

"well she was with me all day. we went grocery shopping and i cooked everyone dinner." you quickly jumped at the chance to defend her. "tara was there too."

mr. bailey nodded at you confirming their alibi.

"sam said the same thing." he reassured you. he leaned in a bit closer to you. "although, i'd be cautious about those sisters. especially sam. i wouldn't get too close."

your brows furrowed in frustration.

"i'm sure i have nothing to worry about. they're good people." you didn't want to speak any further on the matter.

you hated that the thought of either of them being responsible for these deaths even crossed the detective's mind. he was supposed to be helping them.

two knocks against the door turned the detective's attention to another officer walking into the room.

"the fbi is here." the officer said. detective bailey looked confused.

"the fbi? where?" he stood up then turned to you. "you're free to go. i think sam and tara are waiting for you."

you stood from your seat and followed him, making your way over to the two dark-haired sisters. tara was the first to spot you, nudging sam until she turned around.

you sped up, you didn't know what it was. you just had to make sure she was real.

you wrapped your arms around sam. you felt her tense up out of shock but return the gesture.

"i'm sorry." you apologised for the sudden hug.

"it's okay." sam smiled warmly.

you turned to tara and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly.

tara's eyes met yours. those pleading doe eyes, they wanted more than just a squeeze on the shoulder. she wished she was sam in that moment.

"i'm really glad you two are okay." you cleared your throat. sam smiled at you, even if it was forced, it was nice to see.

you heard two voices chatting just a little bit aways from you. sam started moving towards them, you and tara followed behind.

"kirby?" she spoke, getting the attention of a blonde woman.

"hey sam." kirby replied, moving to hug sam as well.

"do you know each other?" bailey asked.

"yeah... we went to woodsboro high together. she was a senior when i was a freshman." sam clarified. you studied the woman in front of you.

all you could say was that she looked cool. she was an fbi agent that had been monitoring the sisters for a little while. you realised that this had been the kirby involved with the killings too. they shared a very unique experience between each other.

you stayed behind sam while they conversed. kirby was handed the mask that was left at the scene. the mask used in the 2011 killings. kirby lifted her shirt to show the scar that charlie walker gave her.

sam looked uncomfortable. she realised then that this was bigger than just a killing spree, they were trying to send a message.

kirby proposed you all worked together but sam interjected, not giving her the chance to finish.

"we're getting out of town." she pushed through kirby and detective bailey.

"i'm sorry, that's not possible. you're both persons of interest. all three of you are." bailey warned.

"are you serious?" tara stepped forward, the growing frustration evident in her voice.

"he's right." kirby confirmed. "but if we work together-"

"we're going." sam basically barked an order at you and tara.

"my car's back at your place." you said. sam nodded. a small part of her brain was happy that you would be around after that.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

when the three of you made your way out of the precinct, you had never seen so many cameras before. reporters swarmed the three of you, immediately asking sam questions like if she had an alibi or if tara felt safe with her sister.

they didn't pay you any mind, how could they? you were fresh meat to the group, they didn't care about your story. luckily, it allowed you to mercilessly shove them back, helping make space for sam and tara to walk through the flood.

you found yourself holding onto sam's waist, pulling her towards the open spots you've created with your body pushing against the reporters.

"gale weathers." a voice sounded out in the crowd, causing the sisters to stop in their tracks. you knew that name too, it felt like an endless revision on who was who, if you had studied well enough. "do you ladies think that you're the reason that the ghostface killer has come to the big apple?" she asked.

you saw it in sam. she snapped. she'd had a long night, she nearly lost her life. she nearly lost her sister. and her... friend.

she swung with her fist out.

"sam!" you exclaimed as gale ducked, avoiding the punch. you pulled sam's waist back, you knew she didn't need another video of her going viral. she put her hands over yours, allowing you to hold her back. you had to admit, it felt nice knowing you had a bit of pull on her.

although, you failed to account for the shorter carpenter sister. you failed to catch her pulling her elbow back and swinging at gale with a force of her own.

you jumped at the noise made by the contact and had to hold back a laugh at gale's shocked face. sam cracked a smile, she couldn't help herself.

"stay away from us." tara spat at gale.

you two turned to walk towards a cab that was parked outside the station. you pushed sam slightly by her waist, hoping she wouldn't turn back around.

but gale weathers just had to say something.

"are you two seriously still mad about what happened?"

"you wrote a book. about them." she didn't expect you to say anything. she didn't know who you were or what you were to the carpenters. she looked at you as if you were irrelevant, like another body that ghostface could dispose of just to raise the numbers.

"and who are you?" she asked, a snark in her voice.

"doesn't matter. you took advantage of them. of the fact that they lost their friends, they nearly lost each other." you shook your head. "i remember you, from tara's stories."

tara watched you fight back. how could you still do that after she hurt you? you were full of surprises. she had never seen your tongue so laced with venom before.

"you lost someone too. dewey... if someone kept shoving that down your throat, how would you feel?" you asked, glaring her way as sam and tara entered the cab. gale's stance shifted, she was uncomfortable with a stranger knowing so much information about her personal life. but then again, she put the carpenter sisters' life out there for the whole world to see.

"i remember your book too. you called sam unstable, you painted her in the worst light possible. and i thought you had been through enough with her to know that that's not true." you turned back to the two girls, opening the door to the back of the cab for them.

sam's face was unreadable as she hopped into the car. she stared at the back of your head, or more like the back of your seat. you stood up for her, breaking your kind and golden-hearted demeanour. she was worried that being in this situation would change you for the worst.

you sat in silence after telling the driver where to go. leaning back into your seat, you tried to keep your eyes open. you hadn't gotten any sleep since last night, your time divided between the carpenter residence and the station.

there was so little to say and yet so many words were jumbled in your brain.

when you arrived at the carpenter's apartment, you yawned as you exited the cab. sam caught you do so and stopped you before you could unlock your car. her hand covered yours, gripping it in her own.

"you should rest here for a little bit. you're too tired to drive." she said, looking down at you. you wanted to get home and sleep in your own bed but you knew she was right.

you put your car keys away and walked upstairs with them.

tara immediately made a beeline for the bathroom. she always showered after coming home, she couldn't go a day without smelling like vanilla.

sam put pillows and blankets down on their couch and walked into her room, coming back out with some clothes.

"you can change into these for now, you might as well make yourself comfortable. and you can sleep for as long as you want." she said, you took the clothes and nodded at her.

she sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket up slightly to cover herself, you grabbed the blanket to stop her.

"what are you doing? i'll take the couch." you said, furrowing your brows.

"no. you'll take my bed." she looked up at you from the couch.

"it's your damn bed, sam." you didn't mean to sound so ill-mannered but the tiredness was getting the best of you.

"i know. so i'll do with it as i please." you know it was just her trying to show that she cared. "so you're taking it."

you sighed sharply, you were about to take a massive risk.

"share it with me." you said, holding your ground. you didn't want to kick sam out of her own bed.

she saw the determination on your face. you two were going to sit here and bicker if she didn't give in now. she nodded, standing up and making her way back to her room.

you changed into sam's clothes, her scent wafting as the shirt fell over your figure. then you cracked the door open enough to slip yourself into her room.

just as you entered sam's room, tara came out of the bathroom. she had the look of a shattered woman on her face, you should have been going into her room. she should have offered first.

you shut the door behind you, walking towards the bed where sam was sitting. you spotted her nursing her hand, spotting a deep cut from crawling on glass at the bodega.

"sam, you should've gotten that taken care of." you scolded her a little, walking to her bathroom and grabbing a medkit you knew was there. tara had told you that she put one in every bathroom.

you knelt in front of sam, unpacking the kit to grab the antiseptic and a bandage.

"it's fine, it's only a cut." she protested.

"if ghostface doesn't get you, an infected cut will. and i think that's extremely embarrassing." you tried to make light of it, your exhaustion washing over you. "this'll hurt."

you dabbed the antiseptic into sam's cut. she hissed at the sting. but the sight in front of her was better. you, in her clothes, patching her up. this was probably the worst time for her to form a crush, and probably the worst person to form it on. her sister's ex-girlfriend, who was now involved in the ghostface killings. but your soft features, your concern for her, it was hard to resist you.

she chalked it up to exhaustion, maybe this crush would fade away when she was in her right mind.

but when you situated yourself next to her in bed, your respectful nature forcing you to leave ample space so you two weren't touching each other, she hoped that she would one day earn the honour of closing that gap.

as she closed her eyes, she listened in to your soft breathing. and even when you accidentally ended up shoulder to shoulder in bed,

sam refused to move.

𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩 𓆪𓆩

author's journal okay i actually spent way too much time on this chapter, i had to write out the first 30 minutes of scream vi with a reader insert so it was a little bit more cohesive with the storyline. i don't know how i feel about this one chapter in particular but i'm starting to see the vision for the rest of the series teehee. i promise it wont just be the whole movie written down but it'll definitely have canon events. next chapter is most likely going to be non-canon as much as possible just cause this is a romance fic at the end of the day.

also this is the song i intended for the reader to be listening to with sam

#scream #scream fic #tara carpenter angst #tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter fic #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x f!reader #sam carpenter series #sam carpenter #sam carpenter angst #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter fic #sam carpenter x f!reader #Spotify

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 11 days ago

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Neighborhood biology lesson

★ The entire neighborhood gathered outside Poppy's house. With the window open for her to see. It was Franks idea to have a little crash-course on how you work. Taught by you, an expert on humans. Frank even gave you a chalkboard to draw on!

★ As everyone settles down, Wally turns to Barnaby. "Why are we doing this? They don't seem that different?" He asks. Julie answers for Barnaby, with "Wally, they bleed!" But he simply tilts his head. And says, "I understand" despite still not getting it.

★ It's clear your friends don't know much about biology. Except from Frank. You begin by writing your species name in chalk. Then you write down the species classification. It's all stuff you learned in school. But are far from an expert on.

★ "I belong to a species categorized under Kingdom Animalia, Phylum Chordata, Class Mammalia." And you go on like this. Confusing them, mostly. Sally stopped you to say ask about the "Kingdom" part.

★ "Hold on! Kingdom?!" She shouts. "Are you royalty!?" Frank pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated that you were interrupted. "No, no. Thats not what it means."

★ Julie raises her hand. "What happens to the food you eat? Where's it go?" she asks. You answer with "acid burns it." And she freezes. Not sure if you're joking. After a second, she speaks. "...Huh?"

★ After about 20 minuets, Poppy starts fidgeting with her wings, fluffing up slightly. "Oh my stars..." She murmurs to herself. Voice barely a whisper. Without another word she closes her window. Retreating inside before you say anything else. She's heard enough.

★ You explain how teeth are a type of bone, and Barnaby looks at you funny. "Okay. I don��t like that. But I respect it." He doesn't ask any further questions. Now he knows you've got bones inside of your face that allow you to chew, tear and rip things. Wonderful.

★ Eddie stayed quiet throughout most of it. Listening closely to everything you said. But after you finished with the lesson, he spoke. "Nighbor..." He clears his throat. "So, to be clear, you have meat inside you?" Could've phrased it better, but he's technically right.

★ A few days later, you find that Howdy stocked his store with various health products. Bandages, vitamins, basic medications like Tylenol and even a first aid kid sitting behind him on a counter. Clearly intended for you. (Where did he even get all this?)

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home fanfiction #wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #wally darling x y/n #wally darling #poppy partridge x reader #eddie dear x reader #frank frankly x reader #julie joyful x reader #howdy pillar x reader #barnaby x reader #sally starlet x reader

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writingfics-passingtime · 2 months ago

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hello lovie! just found your mixtape thing, and I love the idea so much! was wondering, whenever you’re able of course, if you could write something based off the song ‘biomes’ by james heather? preferably with matt! it’s also a classical piece, so not too sure on how well that’ll do! thank you in advance 🫶🏻

This one-shot is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a collection based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Before, and Now

Song Prompt: Biomes - James Heather

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (no pronouns used, and no y/n)

Word Count: ~1360

CW: swearing, violence (against the reader), I wrote this before Born Again came out so don't @ me if it doesn't fit the new series pleeeease and thankyou

Minors DNI: this work does not contain smut, but contains a romantic relationship between the reader and adult-aged characters. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

Note: Thanks, strry! I love classical pieces and have written many stories to them (including a mega-length one in my drafts), so I'm glad you sent this one in. I hope you like it!

Matt has always hated the smell of the police station. Sweat, desperation, the chemical tang of stale coffee, damp uniforms, and something uneasy beneath it all.

Blood. Not fresh, not yours, but it clings to the air like a bad memory.

Your hand is small in his, cold despite the heat of the building. He has both of his hands wrapped around yours, like he can somehow fuse them together, make himself an unbreakable barrier between you and the rest of the world. But your fingers don’t squeeze back. They don’t do anything.

Your silence is suffocating.

His leg won’t stop bouncing. He can’t sit still, can’t stop the way his pulse hammers in his throat, can’t do a goddamn thing except hold your hand and listen to the flickering light above, the heartbeat of the cop at the front desk, the thick exhaustion in your every breath.

This is his fault.

He knew something was wrong the second you started up the stairs.

Your footsteps are usually light and easy, a rhythm he knows like the back of his own hand. But tonight they were heavy. Weighted. Hesitant.

A pause on the landing. A sniff. Another step.

Too slow. Too careful.

He knew you were tired and overworked, but something crawled up his spine the way it always did right before a fight.

Then you opened the door.

And Matt smelled blood.

Your blood.

His stomach turned to ice, righteous rage curling up from somewhere deep inside him, but he swallowed it down, controlled himself as he carefully crossed the room. He didn’t know where the injury was, didn’t know how bad, didn’t know if you were seconds away from crumpling into him or if you were standing on your own two feet only because you willed yourself to.

“What happened?” His voice came out steady, but he felt anything but.

“I'm okay,” you said, and fuck, you were lying to him. It was instinct, the same way you always tried to downplay things. You did it to protect him. And that made him feel even worse. “It’s just my lip. It's not a lot of blood.”

“Who?” he asked, sharper this time, hands ghosting up your arms, carefully mapping over you, trying to find where else you were hurt. The cut on your lip wasn’t the only thing. He could feel it. The stiffness in your ribs, the way you barely breathed too deep. He was about to ask again when-

“Who’s Tommy Bracewell?”

He stopped. Frowned. “What?”

He knew that name. A client. A case. Nothing he would ever have connected to you.

But then you told him.

Someone grabbed you by the back of the neck. Pushed you face-first into a wall, jammed a gun into your ribs. Tell your boyfriend he better get Tommy Bracewell outta jail, or next time I see you, you’re not walking away.

Matt went still. Too still. The kind of stillness that preceded violence.

He ran over your words again in his head, the exact phrasing, the exact tone, searching for something, anything that could tell him who did this. Who fucking touched you. Who put their hands on you, pressed a fucking gun to you, and thought they’d get away with it.

His hands had started shaking.

You had reached out, barely brushing his wrist. “Matt.”

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

He never thought it would be his work - his fucking job - that got you hurt. He always knew there was risk in what he did, but he thought it would be the other thing. The mask. The blood. The Devil. Not some piece-of-shit gangbanger using you to get to him.

He could've gone out right then. Put on the suit. Find them. Beat a name out of the first guy stupid enough to cross his path. But that would expose him. Expose you.

His stomach churned at the alternative.

Fisk.

He could… ask. Pull a favour. Trade something.

Fisk could make this go away.

But then he thought of you. Of the way your voice had sounded when you told him what happened. Shaken, but steady. Matt knew you. Knew the way you would never forgive him if he did that. If he owed that man for your safety.

And he knew you were waiting for him to say something.

“… We need to go to the police.”

You didn’t want to. He heard it in the way your breath hitched, the hesitation in your pulse.

But you trusted him.

So you did.

The cop station is just another level of hell.

Matt listens to the officer at the front, lazily flipping through a file, his pulse slow, steady, uncaring. The man doesn’t give a shit. Neither do half the others in this place.

He grips your hand tighter, but you still don’t squeeze back.

“I’m gonna get you some coffee,” he says quietly.

You nod, but it’s distant.

He gets up, extending his cane, walking with careful purpose across the room. He doesn’t need to feel his way there, but he pretends to anyway. Because it makes men like him underestimate him - the cop who steps up beside him.

Matt smells cigarettes on his breath. Something thick and dark in his voice, a kind of sick satisfaction curling around the edges.

“Maybe now you know how it feels,” the officer murmurs, low and taunting. “All those families who never get justice.”

Matt stills. His stomach twists.

The cop doesn’t stop. “Maybe next time, Mr Murdock... you’ll think a little harder about defending some worthless gangbanger.”

Matt’s grip tightens on his cane.

He inhales slowly, evenly, calculating. He tilts his head, as if considering, as if weighing the words, but the only thing he’s thinking about is how satisfying it would be to feel this guy’s teeth crack under his fist.

But that wouldn’t help you.

So he breathes. He exhales. He turns back toward you.

And he walks away.

Back in the apartment in the early hours of the morning, everything feels wrong. The walls feel too close. The air too thick with everything that’s happened. You sit on the couch, exhausted, and Matt’s doing everything he can to keep his own bleeding heart from spilling out into the room.

He talks, hurriedly at first, explaining the plan, the steps he’s going to take. He tells you he'll protect you. He tells you it will be okay. But his voice cracks on the last sentence, and he knows you hear it. He knows you hear how not okay everything is.

You stop him with a soft touch, stepping into his arms.

“If you want to help,” you murmur, voice so raw it rips through him, “just hold me.”

You don’t want the plans. The protection. The promises.

You just want him.

So he pulls you close, the weight of your body sinking into his, the warmth of you the only thing that feels real. His hands roam your back, tracing the familiar contours of your skin, his touch a quiet apology, a promise. His fingers brush over the places he's traced an infinite number of times before.

But this time, it’s different. This time, the fear is deeper.

This time, you are different.

This moment of pain and terror has split you in two. There’s a before, when you walked the streets of New York, anonymous, just another face in the crowd. But now... there’s only the unavoidable aftermath. Now you know that there are people out there who know who you are. Who will come for you. There is no going back. You aren’t invisible anymore.

And Matt feels it.

He feels the shift in the air as you lean against him, your breathing slower, your chest rising and falling with the weight of everything. He holds you tighter, as if the tighter he holds you, the more he can keep that world outside from touching you. From ripping you apart.

You fall asleep in his arms. And he stays awake, knowing that tomorrow will bring new danger. But for tonight, he’ll hold you through it all, knowing you feel safest right here, and now.

#marvel reader insert #no y/n #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #marvel hurt/comfort

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sanjisboyfie · 1 year ago

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suguru's needless jealousy

geto suguru x male reader

being suguru's boyfriend and all of his friends (shoko and satoru, basically - man's does not really have friends like that) not believing how he could find such a wonderful, caring boyfriend like you.

it kind of pisses him off, actually. because he knows how lucky he is to have you, obviously he knows, he's the one dating you. he's the only one who knows just how fast his heart races whenever he sees you. he's the only one who gets that really warm feeling in his chest when you so much as look in his direction. he's the only one who gets to hear you whisper, "i love you," to him and practically send him spiralling with just those three words alone.

but whenever you walk into the classroom, shoko and satoru both think he's gotten memory loss in his sleep because they're both gushing about, "waahhh, suguru, your boyfriend's a total babe, why'd he settle with you? he could have anyone he wanted!" or, "suguru, you better be treating [name] with the utmost respect, he deserves the best for being such a sweetheart!"

you are the one that always kindly brushes their compliments off, taking a comfortable seat next to suguru, who pulls you closer to him by tugging on the leg of your chair towards his. there's a small frown on his face, but it washes away the moment you rest your hand on top of his.

with that simple touch, he'll tiredly tell the two of them to just shut up before focusing all of his attention on you. and that frowns melts into a lovesick smile as he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips.

however, satoru one day takes the teasing too far. for suguru's taste, at least. you had run off to grab the three of you drinks from the vending machine. unfortunately, the one near the common area was broken. despite satoru having the ability to fix it, he was being a hardass and refusing to.

this made you have to almost walk around the entire campus just to get the drinks for them.

satoru was going on and on about how considerate you were, both as a friend and boyfriend. suguru didn't mind that much. he loved to praise you for your actions no matter how big or small - especially to those around him.

it was his own subtle, greedy way of saying, "look at my boyfriend and all he does for me because he loves me, yeah, i am the luckiest guy in the world~"

obviously, when he does sing your praises they aren't as obvious as that. they're subtle, inconspicuous.

or, another way of phrasing that would be, not as obvious as gojo satoru makes his admiration for you be.

like suguru said, he doesn't mind when others sing your praises. you deserve the recognition for being so kind. but, in his humble opinion, it almost sounded like satoru was just yearning now.

yearning for his boyfriend. seriously, of all people...

it made a tick mark appear on his forehead as he thought about it.

"and, and! did you see the way he was so eager to just go grab them for us? even though he doesn't have to, [name] is always putting others before him. he's really a great guy, i bet he's an amazing boyfriend too, suguru! god, you're one lucky man!"

suguru's eye twitched, "i know, i am lucky, he treats me really well,"

"well, you better treat him well too, or else who knows! he might ditch your sorry ass," it was obviously a joke, with the way satoru's mocking laugh echoed after he said that, it was very obviously a joke.

but suguru was already at his limits in dealing with satoru's bad jokes.

"oh, so you can sweep him off of his feet after he ditches me, right?"

satoru stilled at the comment, looking at suguru as if he were crazy. but before he could shout about how out of pocket suguru was being, he was cut off, "you've been dick riding my boyfriend for the past ten minutes, satoru, is there something you wanna say to me?"

satoru's blue eyes blinked owlishly, "are you seriously saying what i think you're saying? are you a dumbass?"

"i don't know, you tell me. you're the one that was sounding like a desperate school girl trying to get noticed by her crush, not even ten seconds ago,"

now satoru was just offended! god, he can't even sing your praises without a jealous suguru breathing down his neck.

[name] control your man or else i won't know what i do to him for pissing me off, was the only though in satoru's mind.

"don't be such a dick just cause you're jealous, dude," satoru warns, only making suguru's eyes glare at him even more - as if he were insulted.

"i'm not jealous," suguru weakly defended, making satoru only roll his eyes.

when you returned a couple seconds later, satoru took his juice from you, placed some yen to pay you back for it into your now open hand, and walked off.

"huh? i thought satoru was going to wait with us here for shoko?"

"change of plans, he and shoko are gonna meet up elsewhere. they said we could have the time together for some couple business or something," suguru easily lied, not at all feeling bad for doing so either.

with how often shoko and satoru were complimenting you for how selfless you were, they surely wouldn't mind you spending personal time with your own boyfriend, aka him, aka geto suguru.

"oh, if it's alright with them, let's go!" you cheerfully smiled, unscrewing the cap of your juice and linking your arm through suguru's. "what's the plan for today then, babe?"

suguru almost melted at your touch and pet name for him. he gazed down at you lovingly, shrugging his shoulders with a smile on his face, "anywhere you wanna go, prince, i'll just follow along,"

you pout at his lax attitude, but sigh and choose a random arcade to spend your time in. he nods in approval, allowing you to drag him through the streets of tokyo with a smirk on his face.

you were his and he was yours, he thought to himself. he held your hand in his now, walking through the dimly lit arcade with you two closely connected with each other.

he was the one you were spending time with the most, not shoko or satoru. he was the one that got the teddy bear you won for him, not shoko or satoru. and he was definitely the one you were kissing, not shoko or satoru.

they can sing your praises for being a perfect boyfriend and tease and degrade his status as yours as much as they want, but at the end of the day, their words mean nothing as he's the one who's truly winning.

after all, it's his bed you sleep in at night and he's the one who gets to have you be the first thing he sees in the morning.

suguru felt stupid for even being the slighest bit jealous of satoru's words earlier. he doesn't even know why he was jealous. because satoru was so obviously admiring you? because it sounded like satoru was noticing the little things you did just how suguru did?

how could suguru even feel jealous about little shit like that, when you're the one saying the sweetest words about him being your boyfriend.

(don't praise him too much, though, his heart may stop at your endearing words. seriously, his face feels like it'll explode with how heated his cheeks get and how erratic his heart beat can go.)

#jealous suguru #for the culture #suguru male reader #suguru x male reader #geto suguru male reader #geto suguru x male reader #geto male reader #geto x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #jjk male reader #male reader #x male reader

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crownmemes · 1 month ago

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Threatening Sentences, Vol. 6

(Sentences from various sources for threats to and from a muse. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"If you hurt her, you know I'll kill you."

"Move again, and I will bury this in your skull."

"You've used the threat of violence against my family twice now, for the sake of your own personal well-being, I really wouldn't again."

"I can destroy you in ten words or less."

"I hope you bleed to death, and if you don't, I'll come for you."

"You know, I used to kill guys for a living."

"I've tried the carrot. Do you want me to get out the stick?"

"You know, it's truly amazing how any organs the body can offer up before it really begins to suffer."

"The longer you're respectful, the longer you'll keep your tongue."

"You have no sense of the terrors I will bring onto you."

"You can scream now if you want to."

"When your eyes go dead, the hell I send you to will look like heaven compared to what I've done to you."

"Shut up, or I shoot you in the mouth!"

"I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you until you tell me everything."

"Don't think I won't shoot you if you pull that kind of shit again!"

"Shouldn't you say something at least vaguely threatening now?"

"Now, I needn't remind you of the consequences of disloyalty, need I?"

"You should be more afraid of me."

"Now, I'm going to ask you a few yes or no questions while you still have enough blood coursing through your brain to answer them. Are you ready?"

"Before you speak another word, I ask you to consider this: how valuable is your life?"

"I'm not a man to bear a grudge, but if I were, I could make life impossible for you."

"Speak again and I will shoot you in the head."

"You burned me once, now I'm going to burn you."

"Don't ask again or I'll kill you."

"Shout as much as you like. No one could possibly hear."

"One of us is going to bleed tonight, and it isn't going to be me!"

"Where do you want to be shot?"

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#threatening;

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pinksobg · 11 months ago

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late night conversation: characteristics and simple messages from your fs 🌌🌷

mostly for fun and for reflection: would you like a fs like that? would you like the things said? 💌🌼

let's go for the tea? 👀

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pile 1:

characteristics: oooh, good in my opinion!! you got: confident. knows how to take care of themselves in a good way. patient, knows to wait and respect opinions. they try their best, pile number 1.

professional field or passion: veterinarian, agriculturists, editor or design field. oh, took a little of a jump, right? 😅🌷 or maybe not? take what resonates to you please. :)

messages: they may like to talk, my pile mumber one. "yes, and?".

"I like what I see" huh 👀😅. "I like it". ok, they like something.

"Do you find me attractive?" oooh, I find it cute that one.

"Can't wait to see you again".

"I swam and the water was cold".

"Date". "Party".

"I'm sorry".

"I wonder how it is like to be loved by you".

"Bet you will be the one with the ring on the finger".

songs: 5 seconds of summer songs. cindy lou who. jão songs. eletric love.

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pile 2:

characteristics: resilient. optimistic, sees the good. prudential. loving person. maybe cool and collected as well. introvert vibes.

professional field or passion: waiter. teacher. mentor. psychologist. or maybe work in the care field.

messages: "you are attractive/hot, sorry"

"do you find me attractive?"

"I feel seen around you"

"You light me up"

"It's hard to breathe when you look at me"

Maybe your fs might been passed to a heartbreak not a long time ago.

songs: espresso. dandelions. that what's makes you beautiful by 1D.

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pile 3:

characteristics: calm. altruist. do certain things or most of them with ease. very calm energy.

professional field or passion: architect. nurse. journalist. maybe can have multiple interests or mostly likely to have more than one passion.

messages: maybe you don't know them yet my pile number 3. this is a good signal for you?

"Kiss me" wow, straightforward.

"Secret admirer" oh!

Oh. oh. oh. An advice! I wasn't expecting it. Maybe it's a call out. Maybe your standards are down right now. Or maybe you are giving much energy for something you shouldn't. Maybe you are waiting too much from emotional, romantic love to happen right now. And maybe it isn't the time yet. Oh! I wasn't expecting an advice. It is really from someone who loves you. Please, take what resonates. So, darling, it's okay, sometimes we mix something up. I remember a phrase from a kinda long time ago. It's something like: when something is missing, we try to overdo something to try to "fulfill". Darling, I understand. It's hard to heal something but it's time to recognize if something is wrong. Right? Like much social media, waiting too much on romantic love, feeling stuck on life...

My friend, when you are going through a, uhn, let's say - rollercoaster. There is some time that it is linear, right? To give impulse. Sometimes, so it's life. Maybe something is like stuck for you to try or focus on something else, something you love or it's good for you. Take care my friend. ❤💞💌

#hope you enjoy :)#tarot community #pick a card #tarotblr #thank you #tarot reading #pick a pile #free tarot #pick a picture #hope it makes sense

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project-sekai-facts · 12 days ago

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This sibling discourse has made me think, have we actually got anything that explicitly says that Toya sees Tsukasa and Saki as siblings or viceversa? I don't recall it, although I think Rui has said something like that about Nene and now the kanamafu 4koma

Yes, there's multiple instances of Tsukasa explicitly calling Toya his younger brother. These screenshots are from Toya's Bond Between Siblings 4*, Nene's Little Squirrel's Invitation 4*, and Rui's Sudden Trial 4* stories, but there's a couple other instances. In the first he says オレの弟のような存在であり, and in Nene's card story he says 冬弥は弟みたい which from what I understand is just a more casual way of phrasing the same statement (弟=younger brother, ような存在 / みたい= like). In Rui's he says オレ達はいわば兄弟のようになってな, which is still the same idea but here he says 兄弟, meaning brothers.

Afaik Saki never does this, probably because she's less close with Toya than Tsukasa is due to being in hospital for a lot of her childhood. Toya never refers to Tsukasa as his brother either (probably a personality thing, Tsukasa is more casual compared to Toya who is quite formal and polite), but appreciates Tsukasa calling him such. In the English version of the game, however, he does call say Tsukasa is like an older brother to him in his Bond Between Siblings 4* (the original text is roughly: "He's a respectable senpai to me. Our parents already knew each other, so we played together as children". Idk why it got changed it so much but early days ensekai TLs were weird like that).

(i don't have a screenshot and sekaibest doesn't have a designated page for mysekai so you're gonna have to take discord text dump)

Rui's mysekai dialogue roughly translates as: "Nene is my childhood friend, we're nextdoor neighbours. We're both only children, so when we were younger, we would play together like siblings. We would make up musicals almost every day, how nostalgic." The word he uses here is きょうだい, which is the same word Tsukasa uses to refer to Toya in the third example I gave, only written in hiragana to be gender-neutral.

It's a bit broader in terms of how it can be interpreted than what Tsukasa says about Toya, probably because they know the Nene/Rui ship is one of the most popular in the fanbase (childhood friend romance is a very popular genre in Japan). While the phrasing is near identical to how Tsukasa talks about Toya, Rui's talking about the past here and there's no indicator anywhere in the game of if they still or even at the time explicitly viewed their relationship as a sibling-like one. You could interpret the sentence as either them having a sibling-like relationship or them playing together because they didn't have siblings to play with.

What Mafuyu says in 4koma #297 is 姉妹がいたらこんな感じ… だったのかな which roughly translates as "I wonder if this is what having sisters would feel like" (姉妹 = sisters). The statement is in reference to how she feels about living with Kanade. Unlike the previous two instances, this one is just Mafuyu speculating about what it would feel like to have a sibling, and doesn't indicate that she actually thinks of Kanade as a sister or that their relationship is actually sibling-like... even if Kanade is the example she comes up with. As I've said previously, while these obviously have to go through approval, as far as I'm aware the scripts for these comics are written by the illustrator instead of the actual story team. Like, the story team definitely know the Kanade/Mafuyu ship is popular it's the 2nd most popular in the fandom based on pixiv numbers, they probably wouldn't pass anything that explicitly describes their relationship as being that of sisters.

Oh yeah Shiho also goes to call Honami おねえちゃん (big sis) in one of the original 1komas but I wouldn't count those as canon since they directly contradict the game's story and are just done for gags.

#asks

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hollowed-theory-hall · 1 month ago

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Hello there!

I woud like to know what do you think about Luna and Harry's relationship?

I think they have a beautifull bond

Hello 👋

Personally, I really like what we see of their friendship, and I kinda wish we'd have gotten more.

Like, Luna isn't Harry's closest confidante, that title goes to Ron and Hermione. She isn't his family the way they are, but Luna has a special place among Harry's friends — the understander. She is the character who sympethises and understands Harry's grief and trauma best and actually improves his mood in the books.

Since the onset, she was set up that way, with both of them seeing Thestrals when the others couldn't, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'll also say Harry is more important to Luna, than Luna is to Harry, in the books. Since she has way fewer close friends than he does. (I don't think Ginny and Luna are particularly good friends) so it makes sense their friendship would mean more to her. But the way Harry cares about Luna is very precious to me regardless.

Like, at first he thinks she's wierd and Loony. I mean, Harry was told all his life that weird = bad at the Dursleys. But, Luna grows on him quite quickly, I think. He doesn't mind that she's weird, later on (which is what I'm going to talk about mostly).

He finds her odd creatures and tales engaging and is actually open-minded enough to listen to them and consider them. Even though he says he has no interest in asking her about nargles:

“Mistletoe,” said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry’s head. He jumped out from under it. “Good thinking,” said Luna very seriously. “It’s often infested with nargles.” Harry was saved the necessity of asking what nargles were by the arrival of Angelina, Katie, and Alicia.

(OotP)

He clearly remembers and thinks about everything Luna tells him: “Yeah,” said Harry. His mouth was very dry. “It’s probably full of nargles, though.” “What are nargles?” “No idea,” said Harry. She [Cho] had moved closer.

(OotP)

Like, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear what they were, but Harry would've asked her what nargles are. Like, I find the phrasing really weird and underhanded cause, like, no one is forcing him to ask... and Harry, while polite, by OotP he doesn't go out of his way to be nice to people as much, so I do find it interesting.

Not to mention, he remembered Nagrals hide in Mistletoe from the one time Luna mentioned it offhandedly (and recalled it when Cho was flirting with him, for some reason). Contrary to him forgetting Ginny was possessed:

“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.” Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her.

(OotP)

Even just after their first meeting, Harry is inclined to belive her, despight what Ginny and Hermione say about Luna:

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Harry, you can do better than her,” said Hermione. “Ginny’s told me all about her, apparently she’ll only believe in things as long as there’s no proof at all. Well, I wouldn’t expect anything else from someone whose father runs The Quibbler.” Harry thought of the sinister winged horses he had seen on the night he had arrived and how Luna had said she could see them too. His spirits sank slightly. Had she been lying?

(OotP)

He wants to believe she didn't lie becouse he liked her and her words about seeing the horses too comforted him. It's Hermione and Ginny who sour his opinion on Luna and whom call her Loony (Harry does too in response. I think I mentioned in the past Harry tends to mirror his friends, especially Ron, a lot).

He thinks the way she can be herself without a care is brave, and he really respects her for that and is even entertained by her antics:

“That’s her,” he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges. “Vy is she doing that?” asked Krum. “Probably trying to get rid of a Wrackspurt,” said Harry, who recognized the symptoms. Krum did not seem to know whether or not Harry was making fun of him.

(DH)

Harry isn't making fun of Victor, nor is he making fun of Luna. He actually respects her and doesn't mind her oddities.

Harry could hear Luna’s ludicrous lion hat roaring amidst the Gryffindor cheers and felt heartened; only thirty points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily.

(OotP)

He likes Luna's silly lion hat, and it makes him more positive and hopeful about the game. Again, Luna is often associated with cheering Harry up.

Harry, who thought it most unlikely that Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire, but who was used to Luna repeating her father’s bizarre views as though they were fact, did not reply; they were already approaching Slughorn’s office and the sounds of laughter, music, and loud conversation were growing louder with every step they took.

(HBP)

And unlike Hermione (and sometimes Ron and Neville), he doesn't feel the need to correct Luna or start arguing with her over everything that comes out of her mouth. Even when he thinks it's really unlikely. He thinks it's unlikely and bizarre, but he doesn't shut down the concept completely, the way Hermione would have.

And he speaks to Luna with respect to her views even when he disagrees with them:

Ron, passing them in the opposite direction, let out a loud snort. “Ron can laugh,” said Luna serenely as Harry led her and Xenophilius toward their seats, “but my father has done a lot of research on Gernumbli magic.” “Really?” said Harry, who had long since decided not to challenge Luna or her father’s peculiar views. “Are you sure you don’t want to put anything on that bite, though?”

(DH)

And he respects and appreciates her uniqueness and ability to say the uncomfortable truths out loud:

“She’s a bit upset,” said Luna. “I thought at first it was Moaning Myrtle in there, but it turned out to be Hermione. She said something about that Ron Weasley. . . .” “Yeah, they’ve had a row,” said Harry. “He says very funny things sometimes, doesn’t he?” said Luna, as they set off down the corridor together. “But he can be a bit unkind. I noticed that last year.” “I s’pose,” said Harry. Luna was demonstrating her usual knack of speaking uncomfortable truths; he had never met anyone quite like her. “So have you had a good term?”

(HBP)

He considers her tough enough to survive Azkaban with her own spirit and optimism:

“Then she’ll be in Azkaban, I expect,” said Ron. “Whether she survives the place, though ... Loads don’t. ...” “She will,” said Harry. He could not bear to contemplate the alternative. “She’s tough, Luna, much tougher than you’d think. She’s probably teaching all the inmates about Wrackspurts and Nargles.”

(DH)

Like, he really respects her, you know? And I think that's rare for Luna to experience.

He is protective over her as he is over all his friends:

An odd feeling rose in Harry — an emotion quite different from the anger and grief that had filled him since Sirius’s death. It was a few moments before he realized that he was feeling sorry for Luna. “How come people hide your stuff?” he asked her, frowning. “Oh . . . well . . .” She shrugged. “I think they think I’m a bit odd, you know. Some people call me ‘Loony’ Lovegood, actually.” Harry looked at her and the new feeling of pity intensified rather painfully.

(OotP)

“Hi, Harry, I’m Romilda, Romilda Vane,” she said loudly and confidently. “Why don’t you join us in our compartment? You don’t have to sit with them,” she added in a stage whisper, indicating Neville’s bottom, which was sticking out from under the seat again as he groped around for Trevor, and Luna, who was now wearing her free Spectrespecs, which gave her the look of a demented, multicolored owl. “They’re friends of mine,” said Harry coldly.

(HBP)

And he isn't as willing to be rude to Luna as he is to Ginny:

“Never you mind,” said Harry roughly. Ginny raised her eyebrows. “There’s no need to take that tone with me,” she said coolly. “I was only wondering whether I could help.” “Well, you can’t,” said Harry shortly. “You’re being rather rude, you know,” said Luna serenely. Harry swore and turned away. The very last thing he wanted now was a conversation with Luna Lovegood

(OotP)

He knows if he's dragged into a conversation with Luna it'd take precious time he doesn't think he has. But I think it's interesting how downright rude he's being to Ginny, but with Luna, he is swearing generally and just turning away instead of being angry at her. It's that calming effect she has.

And he just genuinely likes Luna and her company:

“How would you like to come to Slughorn’s party with me tonight?” The words were out of Harry’s mouth before he could stop them; he heard himself say them as though it were a stranger speaking. Luna turned her protuberant eyes upon him in surprise. “Slughorn’s party? With you?” “Yeah,” said Harry. “We’re supposed to bring guests, so I thought you might like . . . I mean . . .” He was keen to make his intentions perfectly clear. “I mean, just as friends, you know. But if you don’t want to . . .” He was already half hoping that she didn’t want to. “Oh, no, I’d love to go with you as friends!” said Luna, beaming as he had never seen her beam before. “Nobody’s ever asked me to a party before, as a friend! Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine too?”

(HBP)

He invites her to Slughorn's party on impulse. He likes talking to her (as friends, I don't think he likes her romantically) and yeah, Harry's more concerned with how he appears to others than Luna, that's the regret part I bolded. He doesn't want to look weird, but he doesn't actually mind that Luna is weird; he just cares about how he himself appears. But, as I said, I think he appreciates how Luna has the courage to be herself in a way he doesn't.

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends . . . friends . . . friends . . . Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna. He looked around the room. There was a large photograph beside the bed, of a young Luna and a woman who looked very like her. They were hugging. Luna looked rather better-groomed in this picture than Harry had ever seen her in life. The picture was dusty. This struck Harry as slightly odd. He stared around.

(DH) - this scene always struck me as super sad. While I like Harry's friendship with Luna, their friendship is more important to her than to him (same for all the other faces she painted). At least, Harry knows Luna well enough to know she's missing from just glancing around her room. (But he couldn't tell Ginny was "cut up" about him breaking up with her).

Luna is his go-to person when he's feeling like shit. When he feels raw and sad and has no idea what to do with his emotions, Luna is repeatedly shown to be the one to help him through his darker emotions the most:

Harry nodded curtly, but found that for some reason he did not mind Luna talking about Sirius. He had just remembered that she too could see thestrals. [...] But I’ve still got Dad. And anyway, it’s not as though I’ll never see Mum again, is it?” “Er — isn’t it?” said Harry uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief. “Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you?” “You mean . . .” “In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. You heard them.” They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think. Luna believed so many extraordinary things . . . yet he had been sure he had heard voices behind the veil too. . . . “Are you sure you don’t want me to help you look for your stuff?” he said. “Oh no,” said Luna. “No, I think I’ll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up. . . . It always does in the end. . . . Well, have a nice holiday, Harry.” “Yeah . . . yeah, you too.” She walked away from him, and as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly.

(OotP)

After a while, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna. “I’d want some peace and quite, if it were me,” she said. “I’d love some,” he replied. “I’ll distract them all,” she said. “Use your Cloak.” And before he could say a word she cried, “Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!” and pointed out of the window. Everyone who heard looked around, and Harry slid the Cloak up over himself, and got to his feet.

(DH)

And, I think it's because she has a personality and life experience that Harry in his grief just clicks with better. Ron and Hermione are both very verbal people. They manage their emotions through talking them out, Harry... Harry doesn't do that. He struggles opening up to people, and he tends to go quiet when he's upset (here & here). Luna’s quiet comfort, her ability to talk, and not to expect Harry to respond back if he doesn't want to, I think, just gives Harry what he needs to feel better and work through his emotions.

In many of Luna and Harry's conversations, he listens while she talk,s and she never pressures him to have something to say the way Ron and Hermione sometimes do (turning to him and prompting him to respond). And I think it's something that is very comfortable to Harry, who is not a very talkative person outside his head.

And Luna, doesn't treat Harry like he's the Boy Who Lived, she treats him like Harry straight away:

“Yes,” said Luna dreamily, without taking her eyes off Harry. “Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You’re Harry Potter,” she added. “I know I am,” said Harry. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her pale eyes upon him instead. “And I don’t know who you are.” “I’m nobody,” said Neville hurriedly. “No you’re not,” said Ginny sharply. “Neville Longbottom — Luna Lovegood. Luna’s in my year, but in Ravenclaw.” “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure,” said Luna in a singsong voice. She raised her upside-down magazine high enough to hide her face and fell silent. Harry and Neville looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. Ginny suppressed a giggle.

(OotP)

She treats him the same as she treats Neville and Ginny. She mentioned his name because she knew he is, it's just Luna being straightforward. She doesn't really care he's The Harry Potter.

And that's something that's incredibly important to Harry, who just wants to feel normal. And it makes sense Luna, who is objectively not normal, makes Harry feel the normalcy and belonging he always lacks — becouse she's a walking statement saying "it's okay to be weird it doesn't make you a freak". Luna’s very existence is the most anti-Dursley you could be.

Not only is she a witch, but she's a witch who goes against wizard social norms. Petunia would have a heart attack from seeing Luna’s clothes and jewelry. And I think that's also something Harry likes about Luna, once he gets over the initial shock and what Ginny & Hermione tell him about her.

As for what Luna thinks about Harry:

I think she genuinely looks up to him in a way. She painted him in her friends mural, so she clearly appreciates his friendship and everything he does, and invites her on:

“I enjoyed the meetings too,” said Luna serenely. “It was like having friends.” This was one of those uncomfortable things Luna often said and which made Harry feel a squirming mixture of pity and embarrassment.

(HBP)

The embarrassment is for just how straightforward she is. Harry has referred to her as his friend by this point, but she constantly says the sort of things he'd never dream of saying, even if they were true.

So, yeah.

Again, they are not as close as the Golden Trio, but Luna has a unique position in Harry's mind that I find interesting, and I think their dynamic is fun. I think Harry understands Luna better than all her other friends, and that Luna understands Harry better than most characters in the series.

I mean, she does recognize him when even Ginny, Ron, and Hermione wouldn't have if they didn't already know it was him:

He led a party of warlocks into the marquee as Luna rushed up. “Hello, Harry!” she said. “Er—my name’s Barny,” said Harry, flummoxed. “Oh, have you changed that too?” she asked brightly. “How did you know—?” “Oh, just your expression,” she said. Like her father, Luna was wearing bright yellow robes, which she had accessorized with a large sunflower in her hair. Once you got over the brightness of it all, the general effect was quite pleasant.

(DH) - and Luna's fashion choices got a compliment from Harry! He's pretty judgmental, especially with weird wizard clothes (he makes fun of Dumbledore's robes regularly), so I trust him. She looked nice.

So, yeah. I like their friendship (and Luna, in general. She's probably my favorite female character in HP).

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #harry james potter #hollowedtheory #harry potter meta #luna lovegood #optimisticparadisekoala #a bit #anti hinny #so I tag it just in case

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