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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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Lumine, Eula, Noelle (obviously), and anyone else of your choosing with a late night working S/O, how would they go about persuading their S/O that they need to go to bed and sleep?

(Genshin Impact) Jean, Noelle, Shenhe, Dehya, Lisa, Xinyan, and Ei forcing their S/O to sleep

...Maybe I should sleep after writing this considering it's 12:45 AM. Also, Lumine and Eula's parts were done in a prompt very similar to this one!

"My goodness my glass house is sparkling delightfully in the morning sun, what a nice day to indulge in my favorite hobby of projectile mineralogy! - Yahtzee Croshaw

Yeah, Jean has absolutely zero room to criticize her S/O for working late into the night.

She does the exact same thing, usually passing out for doing so.

But ever since S/O had come into her life, she had been working on adjusting her schedule so she can properly rest at the behest of Barbara, for both their sakes.

Not to mention S/O was also concerned for her well being, so a compromise is made between the two.

(Jean) "If you rest S/O, then I will too. Like Lisa says, there's always tomorrow."

The last thing everyone needed in the Knights was two workaholics falling unconscious after all.

Noelle also has no room to criticize S/O for working too hard.

That being said, Noelle usually brings some tea for S/O, gently sitting it next to them.

(Noelle) "S/O, I know that I may not be the right person to say this, but you should get some rest."

Similar to Jean, Noelle also makes sure to take better care of herself so S/O doesn't have to worry, and hopes that they would do the same for her.

She has no problem helping S/O get tucked into bed before quickly settling in next to them.

WIth Noelle, she doesn't take long to convince them at all.

(Shenhe) "You should be resting S/O."

Shenhe is quite confused as to why S/O is up at this hour.

They should be resting, surely the work can wait until tomorrow?

At first she offers to stay up, thinking it was something related to no one keeping watch.

Only for S/O to explain it was just some work they could be finishing tonight instead of the morning.

(Shenhe) "It'd be far more efficient to have a clear mind and work later, would it not?"

Shenhe stares at S/O with an innocent expression, eventually making them break and relent.

It makes her feel more at ease, knowing S/O won't suddenly pass out from exhaustion.

(Dehya) "Jeez, you're still at that? Come on, it can wait till morning!"

Dehya playfully wraps her arms around S/O's upper body.

If they refuse to budge she'll make a loud and obnoxious sigh.

(Dehya) "If you don't put the paper down, I'll pick you up! It's reaaaal easy for me to do that, y'know!"

When they relent, Dehya chuckles and stretches her arms.

(Dehya) "Finally. Some shut eye will make you feel better too. Can't get paid for your work if you're paying for medical bills."

Part of her wishes that they would try to continue working, just for the excuse of getting to pick them up and embarrass them.

But alas, that would have to wait for another day.

Lisa refuses to bring any work home once she's done for the day.

And by all the damned souls in hell, Lisa will enforce that rule upon S/O as well.

(Lisa) "Darling, no bringing work home.~"

Despite her teasing tone, she is 100% serious.

Lisa was a hard worker herself, but that was only when she was supposed to be on the clock.

Their home was a place to relax and not think about work, so she'll first take S/O's hands gently and have them wrap around her hands instead.

Archons forbid S/O tries to continue working, then the tone of her voice becomes more lethal as S/O starts to feel electricity in the air.

(Lisa) "Won't you pay attention to little ol' me instead of some papers, S/O?"

(Xinyan) "S/O, get your tush into this bed! Don't make me sing some crappy ol' love song, I'll do it!"

The tone of Xinyan is half playful and half serious.

She doesn't want to play some cheesy song just to catch S/O's attention (mostly).

Xinyan just doesn't want S/O to overexert themselves when they don't have to.

Even she didn't write songs that late into the night

...Well, mostly, but S/O didn't need to know that little detail.

(Xinyan) "Trust me, your brain will make the work flow waaay better when you sleep, speaking from experience here!"

Ei convinces S/O to rest, though not in the way most would imagine.

Being an Archon, she could simply use her godly authority to force S/O to heel.

Or if it was the Raiden Shogun, then smiting S/O was an option.

Instead, Ei has S/O stop their work simply by being herself.

(Ei) "S/O, if you are going to stay awake during this time, can we eat some dessert?...It's too late at night? If you're working, then we can drink some dango milk!"

Simply put, it was annoying them for sweets if they stayed up for too long.

While it was because she was concerned for their well being, since humans are meant to rest, she was holding out for some hope that she can sneak in extra dessert for the night.

So far, it didn't work, much to her quiet dismay.

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wheelsup30 · 2 months

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The one that got away - Hotch x Male!reader [March Hotchness day 2]

[note: OKAY THIS IS ALMOST AN HOUR PAST DAY 2 FOR ME BUT I DONT CARE. This is part of the march hotchness event by @hotchfiles]

cw: angst, male!reader

word count: 1.4k

It was odd, in a way, to reminisce on someone so often and yet know nothing of their current life. Like watching the same home movie over and over, the person never loses the sparkle in their eyes or smile on their lips. They’re frozen in time. Young and perfect.

Aaron Hotchner was the kindest person you’d ever met. Full stop, end of statement. There was truly no one else that had even come close to the way he’d treat the people around him when the two of you were at boarding school together, and you knew there likely never would be. You had to make peace with that a long time ago. The two of you first met at the beginning of the very first semester of school, seated together at the back of English class where someone had asked him to borrow a pen- he’d had plenty of spares of course, and you’d noted to yourself that despite his rather stoic and quiet appearance, he didn’t actually hate everyone. He was neat and well prepared, took notes with handwriting that made you envy his control, your own sparse scribbles looking elementary in comparison.

By lunch the two of you were joined at the hip, having started a conversation about the books you’d be studying that year, then somehow getting onto talking about more personal interests. He divulged his hobby of coin collecting and love of the beatles, and you stood there astounded that someone so seemingly unremarkable was such a huge nerd. You felt unremarkable, even with interests just as nerdy, you felt like a dull shining star watching a supernova. Beautiful and bright and impacting everyone effortlessly. He was somehow introverted but friends with everyone, popular but liked, It never felt like you were in danger of him suddenly turning on you and making fun of you like the others did- in fact, he was the one there to comfort you about it, the one to send them an actual glare as opposed to his usual apathetic expression and make their jeers peter out into mumbles of almost apologies. Never real ones, to be clear, but grunts that sounded close enough that he’d stop his disapproving stare. You loved that stare, probably because it was only ever sent to you in a lighthearted manner, part of the jokes you’d share to make the boredom filled days at the boarding school less unbearable.

It went on like that for years, the two of you only growing closer with time, eventually you knew everything about each other. Divulged hopes and dreams, supported each other through every obstacle, celebrated good grades and attended every extracurricular club event the other was part of. One of those clubs was drama, you were the one to join it and Aaron was more than happy to be sat in the front row of every play and showcase you acted in, being your anchor when you got stage fright. He was your favourite part of those evenings, seeing him beaming up at you at curtain call, clapping and whistling while you took your final bow.

That was his place in this, where he was always expected to be…so when he asked you to help him get an audition for Pirates of Penzance after a rehearsal he visited, you were honestly baffled. Aaron had never shown an interest in becoming an actor, and if you were honest you knew he wasn’t brilliant just from him helping you run lines. Regardless, he was your best friend, so of course you were going to help him out- it would be fun if nothing else, plus you’d get to spend more time with him. In the time the two of you had grown closer, you’d also grown up, maturing and making discoveries about yourselves and the world around you. It was unspoken that you told each other everything…but you were lying to him, you had been for about a year by the time the play rolled around. Why? Because you were falling in love with him.

It wasn’t even an option to tell him. He could never know. Maybe one day once the two of you were in college and far from the judgement of these particular peers, you’d open up and tell him you were gay- or bi- you still weren’t sure. But for now it was taking a back seat as you furiously studied the script. It was originally an opera, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen with high school aged students, so the theatre teacher had turned it into a play. Eventually, in what was most likely a pity move, that same teacher awarded Aaron the role of Fourth Pirate. He was ecstatic, as were you, knowing you’d get to have scenes together since you had been given the role of Fredric. But after a few minutes, you saw him scouring the script and eventually tapping the page…a name. Ruth. And just like that your heart dropped to your stomach, past things you’d noticed but brushed off coming back to haunt you and weigh heavily on your chest.

The first time you noticed it was the second ever showcase. A dual monologue you had spent hours timing, blocking and perfecting with your scene partner. Most of it was spent facing her, but you couldn’t help noticing his attention pulled from you even when you were the one speaking. That was how it went on for a while, until your first lead role. Your first bow. He wasn’t even looking at you, his focus was over to stage right, a grin on his face and sparkle in his eyes you thought was reserved only for you.

The walk back to the dressing rooms (which were just the gym locker rooms) felt like your legs were jelly, your heart in your throat while you wiped off the makeup they made you wear. That night you went home alone, didn’t even speak to him, blaming it on tiredness the following Monday. The lie was accepted, and you both moved on just fine, you managed to force yourself to not think about it and he hadn’t even realised you noticed.

So when it got to Pirates of Penzance and he tapped that name, the utter heartbreak crashed over you all over again. Of course. Of course he’d only joined to speak to her- to speak to Haley. This was never about you, why would it be? You were just ‘Aaron’s friend’, a set piece on the stage of their meet cute, the wingman who would obviously support him. Right? There was no way your feelings for him were anything but platonic. So why did seeing the two of them laugh together feel like a knife to the gut? Why, when the play was over and he brought her flowers, did you want to throw them to the ground and destroy them? Haley was perfect. A beautiful, talented and sweet girl who had been nothing but nice to you- she wanted to be friends, you’d noticed her efforts. But the moment you realised what Aaron was doing she became your enemy. If she was his Juliet, then you were the moon, pale and sick with grief. Envy.

After the play was over, you isolated yourself. You stopped passing notes and whispering in class, stopped hanging out at his locker and dorm, stopped calling late at night to giggle about some stupid thing that happened that day. Eventually you went from inseparable best friends to a nod and smile in the hallway, with Haley on his arm, of course. And you felt sick.

The final semester came and went and before you knew it you’d attended and graduated college. You hadn’t seen him since high school graduation, but from what you’d seen he and Haley were still going strong- engaged, even. Over time it hurt less, but the ache you got seeing those brown eyes never left. You knew he likely didn’t even think about being attracted to men, everything about him screamed that he’d never think twice about how he’d seen you back then, and you accepted it. Boyfriends came and went, some looking remarkably like him, but it was never the same, you couldn’t pretend it was the one you truly wanted. So you gave up. Focused on work and built friendships, built a career. It made you happy most of the time, and that’s all you wanted really, just a little happiness to make the loneliness easier to swallow.

It went down a treat after a while, until one afternoon there was a knock on your apartment door, and you opened it to see a dark haired man and woman holding up badges. Suddenly you couldn’t swallow it. Suddenly, you felt it lodge in your throat as those brown eyes widened, realising exactly who he was looking at.

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mattphobiia · 2 months

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT.

this was now the beginning of my second year in university and although i knew the layout of the place well, everything felt more terrifying. i know that this isn't like shitty high school where everyone thrives off the drama created but i won't lie, these people are adults but seem more immature and worse than your average student in a school. there was this guy called chris sturniolo and we definitely had some heated arguments that nearly turned into physical fights and it didn't help that i was best friend's with his brothers, nick and matt. i adored them both but i had a stronger connection with matt due to the fact we both were awkward as fuck along with our matching crippling anxiety. i felt like i could tell him anything and he would never judge, but it wasn't one of those romantic crush scenarios. we were strictly best friends and we both liked it that way!

i await outside my porch, waiting to see that familiar car matt had always driven until i see it, making my nerves calm down for a minute until i saw that stupid face of chris, and my mood was brought back down again. i sigh, rolling my eyes in annoyance as i began to approach the car, slipping into the backseat with nick as we all began to talk, apart from chris. i mean, i did feel his cold stare dig holes through me through the rearview mirror but i make an effort to ignore it. so what if he didn't like me? matt and nick did, and i only wanted to talk to them anyway. unlike chris, i had way more in common with them both regarding hobbies and interests. for example, matt and i hated going to parties and loud events while chris seemed to live off that shit. none of us had ever smoked, apart from chris. chris was your typical "bad influence" friend, but he looked good doing it. yeah i hated him, but i guess he was attractive. it was mainly the hair doing it for me, his personality is definitely ugly as fuck, which made me giggle thinking about it.

"why the fuck are you laughing to yourself? goddamm weirdo." chris mutters, looking back at me with the dirtiest expression i had ever seen, which made my heart beat with anger.

"because i can. now turn around and stop looking at me with such a dirty face, clean your grubby ass up before talking to me." i reply proudly, chris only rolling his eyes before slumping back into the car seat while matt and nick chuckled to themselves.

matt finally pulled up into the parking lot, all of us procrastinating getting out of the car after a long enjoyed break from this shit hole. i keep my distance with chris, standing close to matt as our arms slightly touched together while we walked, it was our way of reassurance, a small intimate act like this definitely calmed us both down for the better. we began to approach the announcement board only to see that there was a lecture in the hall basically recapping our last year before we broke up, and i sighed with embarrassment. the university always had this tradition of sharing all of the students positive and negative feedback we get on our behaviour, whether it be fights, chatting unnecessary shit, or just anything embarrassing in the hopes to stop students from misbehaving but it never worked.

after the humiliating recap lecture of all of the students behavioural issues, matt and i sat in our secret area that barely anyone knew existed, chris and nate sat on the other side trying to avoid me. chris obviously would tell nate about me and how he seemed to hate me. nate was a nice guy but he tried his best to avoid me for chris' sake.

i lean my head against matt's shoulder, peering down at his phone screen while i watched him scroll through tiktok, like usual. chris always used the fact that since we were this close we may as well date, but it honestly wasn't like that. we just felt like we were siblings, and we would never date. i made that very clear to chris, but he still always found a way to make my blood boil even if he was just sneaking a smug glance at me.

chris and nate were mainly just talking about skating after they had finished their course work and getting high, but i wasn't surprised. i always wanted to learn how to use a skateboard, but always felt like i could never because i knew damn well chris would rather push me off a cliff than do anything like that with me. i mean, nate probably would but i couldn't be bothered to deal with him especially because of his bossy attitude. matt knew how to skate and would probably teach me if i asked, but he never really done it anymore as he already owned a car, while nick... is just nick. he would probably start screaming as he would go down on a ramp and fall flat on his face, which that would be funny.

"stop staring at me weirdo." chris shouts over at me, making me jolt upwards in confusion. turns out while i was zoned out, i was just admiring chris the whole time, fuck.

"shut up, whiny ass bitch." i reply, rolling my eyes in response as i lean my head back down onto matt, who was now playing a mobile game, not paying attention to his surroundings.

"i am not whiny, your annoying ass voice is though." he states, beginning to smirk as he bit the side of his cheek trying to hide his smile.

"at least i don’t have an ugly tattoo." i sneer, pointing at one of his tattoos on his left forearm, making him look down in disapproval.

"whatever, maybe get some tattoos to hide that boring personality like matt." he says, matt's head immediately snapping upwards with the mention of his name, glaring at chris before he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to nate who was chuckling at our interaction.

"ignore him." matt whispers, making me turn my head to him before nodding in response, leaning my head back against him. "he's only just trying to fuck around with you, don't let him win."

"i know, hes just... so fucking annoying." i huff, he only laughed while he lifted his arms, motioning for me to lay my head on his lap. "how do you cope with him?"

"he's my brother, first of all. but sometimes i do want to smash his face with a frying pan. he is a literal chatting machine." he says dramatically, the both of us beginning to laugh heavily while both boys looked over at us like we were fucking crazy.

i had just about survived all these long ass lectures, somehow matt and i being halfway across the classroom which made us both feel uneasy, but also having chris right behind me. i could tell he was staring me down and i hated it, but i managed. according to some girl called brittany, theres a party being hosted nearby and everyone was invited. when i told matt, i immediately knew his answer when chris just had to persuade him to go last minute, but i knew that i wouldn't want him to go through it alone. when chris says "he'll be by his side", he means that matt would just be alone in the corner while chris was getting absolute shitfaced and there was no way i would let him do that.

"well, if matt is going then so am i. you're just going to get wasted the whole time and leave matt feeling awkward. fuck that." i add, slowly stroking matt's arm before giving him a warm smile, which made him feel safe.

"whatever, go be with your little boyfriend like a clingy little loser." chris rolls his eyes in disgust, walking off as he slams the door shut to his room.

"for fucks sake, why does chris always think we are dating?" i shout angrily, leaning my head into his chest as he pulls me into a soft hug.

"he's jealous of our bond. hes just a fuck boy who loves to hurts everyone while i actually care about you. no, i dont want a relationship with you but i love you like my sister." he smirks.

"how cute, matthew." i smile, tapping the tip of his phone with my finger as he lets out a laugh. "wanna get ready now? for this stupid party?"

"i guess, i know deep down we are both dreading this." he sighs, wondering off to his room as he watched me nod before i quickly rushed into mine.

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a/n: this is only part 1, keep a look out for part 2🥴 LOOOL anyways work is so stressful rn so this could take awhile but i got alot of drafts atm sooo i may upload some of them:) hope all my followers enjoy these 🤗🤗🤗 also i dont rlly proof read them at all bc im lazy asf so my bad if theres any errors or if it dont make sense

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valentinetypewriter · 6 months

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Me And My Husband - Chapter 4

Summary: the time for Y/n to 'hang out' with Sirius and Remus arrives, everything goes smoothly until the next day the two boys are faced with unwanted guests

Warnings: swearing, smoking, use of the Victorian language of flowers, Sirius and Remus are dicks at the end.

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Also I'd love to know what you guys think of this series so far, since im sort of new to writing, so feel free to comment or even send it to my inbox

Word count: 4,030

It's been a long time so I made this one double the length of the other chapters, and I had a lot of fun writing this chapter

It was Tuesday afternoon and classes had finally finished up. Saying Y/n was nervous would be an understatement, though she didn't really know why she felt this way. She only asked Sirius out in the hope that she could at least try to become friends with him, so that the rest of her life spent with him wouldn't be so awkward. She deemed that it was simply the fact that she's never been on a date, and that dates weren't usually supposed to bring a plus one. Y/n stood waiting by the main exit of the school that would lead them down to hogsmeade, she was pacing by the time the two boys arrived. Sirius was dressed in his usual leather jacket with an old band shirt underneath, Remus on the other hand was wearing a soft looking sweater, it was kind of ugly in a sort of cute way.

"I was beginning to think you had bailed on me" the young girl said after she had stopped analysing the two boys. "Sorry we took so long, Sirius wanted to make sure his hair was perfect" y/n laughed quietly at the joke Remus made at his best friend's expense. "And here I thought he was all natural" Sirius' stormy eyes grew wide, shooting between the two laughing teens "I can't believe you're both ganging up on me". Remus bit his lip to stop himself from laughing at the boy's expression "sorry padfoot, it's just too easy" the shorter boy scoffed "well let's just get to hogsmeade already".

The three teens made their way to Hogsmeade in a somewhat awkward silence, occasionally broken by Sirius and Remus chatting, or if Y/n actually answered anything the two Gryffindors asked her. They were halfway to their destination when Y/n had started asking Sirius more personal questions. Simple things, like his favourite colour and his hobbies, before she decided to ask more important things. "So Sirius, what do you think you'll do after graduation" the grey eyed boy stared harshly at her "what do you think" disdain clear in his voice. The young slytherin shook her head slightly "no I meant, what do you actually want to do" she stared back up at him, her usually dull eyes held a slight sadness to them. Sirius seemed almost shocked, his eyebrows raising slightly, he wasn't expecting her to ever care for that sort of thing. "Oh… well, I'd like to travel around for a bit, and there's quite a few muggle things I have on my bucket list…" he paused for a moment, looking over to his right at Remus, he wasn't sure how to continue. But the tanned boy just gave Sirius a smile and a quick thumbs up.

Sirius looked back over at Y/n, her gaze unwavering as she waited for him to carry on "it's just um… once I'm out of school and move away from my family, I'd have more freedom to actually do those things'' the young girl tilted her head slightly "what sort of things?". "Well there's these things called a drive in theatre, you sit in your car and they project a film onto a large screen" the girls face twisted in confusion. Remus couldn't help but laugh slightly, he remembered seeing the exact same face on James and Sirius when he had first told them about it. "Oh! And there's this performance happening at the end of the year, by The Sex Pistols" the girls eyes widened slightly "The who!?" Sirius smiled slightly "no that's a different band". Y/n's face continued to contort in worried confusion "don't worry I'll show them to you some other time", to be completely honest Y/n wasn't sure if she wanted to know what the boy was talking about.

The trio had finally arrived at Hogsmeade, strolling through the village until they stopped outside a small Cafe. Y/n looked through the window at the many pastries they had on display, Remus and Sirius though were looking through their menu at the types of coffee and tea they offered. "We should go in, they look really good, and I didn't eat breakfast beforehand" Y/n was the first to speak up. The two boys nodded and they walked in, they stood in front of the shop counter waiting to be served. An older looking woman came over to them "what can I get you three?" She asked with a warm smile on her face. "Can I get the strawberry turnover and a white rose tea please" she ordered while pulling out her coin purse, Remus had caught a glimpse of it when she turned to them, it was pale blue with nifflers on them.

"What would you two like?" They both stared for a moment not expecting her to want to order together. Remus started off first "oh uh just a caramel latte and a Chelsea Bun" the young girl then turned to Sirius expectantly. "Don't worry I can pay for my own" he went to pull out his own money, not noticing how the girl's face dropped slightly "don't be ridiculous, I invited you to come with me, I'll pay" the stern tone in her voice and look in her eyes gave no room for argument, Sirius just let out a soft "alright" before slipping his money back into his pocket "I guess I'll just have the Crème Brûlée and a black coffee". Remus's face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of black coffee. "Is that all dears?" The polite woman asked "yes that's all thank you" Y/n handed over the money as the women and a younger looking employee started making their order.

The three had taken a table in the far corner away from the few people who were in the Cafe. "You know I'm glad you agreed to come today" the two boys looked at her, unsure who she was talking about as she was looking down at her hands and Remus noticed a slight tint to her cheeks. "It's just I've never done this before" her cheeks getting slightly red from embarrassment, Sirius looked at her confused "never done wh-" he was cut off as the taller boy kicked him in the leg. His stormy eyes narrowed slightly as he stared over at his friend. Before the girl could notice their weird behaviour their order was called out, Y/n stood up and walked over to the counter. "What the hell was that for?" Sirius whispered harshly "this is a fucking date, Y/n asked you on a date, thats what she's never done before" Remus whispered back "why do you think she didn't want you bringing James, or why she wanted to pay for the food…" he paused for a second looking over at the girl as she was grabbing sugar packets. "Or even why she's been asking you so many personal questions, it's a date and she trying to get to know you" Sirius eyes shot open wide at the realisation "oh Merlin I thought she was just being nosy" Remus slapped his hand onto his head with a sigh "fuck you're an idiot pads".

Before the boy could retort, Y/n made her way back over holding the tray, an excessive amount of sugar packets shoved onto the end of it. "Wow this looks a lot better than I was expecting" she said as she took her stuff off the tray, pushing it slightly towards the boys, Sirius's face burned up as he looked at her. They each took off their own order, Remus moved the tray onto the end of the table after taking a couple of the sugar packets. "So do you come here often Y/n?" Remus asked while pouring sugar into his latte "quite a lot actually, though it's only for their tea and to steal sugar packets" she stated as she nonchalantly shoved the majority of the pile of packets into her coat pocket. The two boys watched in confusion, neither knowing what to say. "uh… what?" Was all Sirius could manage to get out, the young slytherin looked up at him, freezing her action "oh, I realise how weird this seems" Y/n quickly shoved the rest into her coat "its for my pet, she's obsessed with them, no idea why though". The two boys visibly relaxed at the explanation she gave for her bizarre behaviour.

They ate their food with small interruptions such as occasional small talk here and there, or when one of them would offer a taste of their food to each other. After a while of mindless chatter and food sharing Sirius had left their table to go to the bathroom, leaving Y/n and Remus to talk to each other. "Um Y/n if you don't mind me asking… uh why did you invite me and Sirius out, I thought you didn't like us very much". The girl looked down at her cup, bring it up for a sip before responding "don't get me wrong I'm not particularly fond of either of you, but I'd like to get to know him better, I don't enjoy being betrothed to someone I know nothing about" she stopped, taking another sip of her tea "and perhaps if I do become closer to him, he won't be such a prat" Remus laughed slightly at the girl's words "trust me he's much friendlier and more competent when you get to know him". Y/n raised her eyes to look at him, her dull and cold eyes meeting his warmer gaze, she noted how doe-eyed he looked "yes well that's the difficult part, he doesn't really like me all that much, not that I hold it against him" the boys warm hand came to rest on her arm "I'm sure he'll come around".

Sirius was quick to come back before Remus could get an answer to why Y/n had also invited him on her date, Sirius took his seat and they finished their food. Remus stood after unfortunately spilling a bit of his tea on himself, his hands seemingly more shaky than usual "I'll be back in a second, i need to clean this up". Unlike when Remus and Y/n were left alone, the air felt thicker when it was just her and Sirius, neither really knowing what to say or do. And of course Sirius, having a hatred for awkward silence, said the first thing that came to him "You seem to get along with remus quite well" Y/n stared at him "whatever you're thinking, don't" Y/n looked over at the boy they were talking about "I don't like him any more than the rest of your group of misfits" Sirius shrugged "all I'm saying L/n is you seem nicer to him then you do me" Y/n rolled her eyes "well it's a lot easier to be nice to him then it is to you" Sirius stared at her for a moment "I suppose so, perhaps you'd prefer to be affianced to him" she thought for a moment "my parents wouldn't allow that, he's not pure, though if he was I believe he'd be a better candidate than you" the grey eyed boy smiled at her "well that's something we can both agree on". Y/n was done with the awkward tension between the two, she stood up to leave "i'll be outside, you can wait for Lupin".

Y/n stepped out of the small cafe, making her way around to the side of the building, hoping to hide away from prying eyes. She lent against the cold bricks, fishing out an almost empty carton of cigarettes and a blue lighter she had stolen from Evan yesterday. She lit the cigarette in her mouth and took a deep drag as she closed her eyes, letting everything wash away. After a few long minutes Y/n heard the Cafe door chime, she pushed the cigarette into the brick wall a few times to put it out, letting it drop to the floor she moved to the front of the shop seeing Remus and Sirius leaving. She walked over to the two "so where else would you two like to go" the boys looked at each other, it was like they could read each other's thoughts "well we've been needing to go to zonko's since we got back" remus was the one to offer, both Gryffindors knowing she'd be more likely to agree if it was him asking. Y/n rolled her eyes "of course you do, let's go then" she led the way, letting the two teens walk behind her. Zonko's wasn't very far from the Cafe so they arrived quickly. "Well I am certainly not going in there so…" the Slytherin fished out her coin purse again, handing them both a lot more than they would need for what they were after. "I'll be out here, be quick about it".

The two boys were quick to rush inside the shop, searching around for what they needed. Sirius stopped at a small section of enchanted gifts, he picked up a small wooden box decorated with stars. The sign for the small display labelled it an astronomers box, his mind dipped back to the memory of his brother and Y/n stargazing while she was at his house. He hesitated for a moment to take the box, but was quick to move on holding in his hand while looking for what he had first come in for. Remus and Sirius were quick to get everything they needed, paying for their stuff together and shoving it into a bag, Sirius still holding onto the box. They left the store looking around for Y/n, finally spotting her leaving a herbology shop with a cardboard box. "You know she's quite pretty when she is glaring with those cold eyes of hers" Remus said as she walked over, a small smile on her face. "Are you two ready to head back?" she asked, adjusting the box in her hands. Sirius lifted up the bag for her to see "yep we've got everything we need" remus quickly dug into his pocket pulling out the rest of the money Y/n had given them, even with an entire bag full of stuff they hadn't even used half of what she gave them "here's what's left by the way, and thanks for lending it to us" the girl just stared at his open hand, not reaching over to grab it. "Keep it" she stated abruptly, turning around and walking off before either boy could protest, the boys were quick to catch up "are you sure" the girl simply nodded and let out a noise of agreement. "We should get back before it gets any later" the girl kept walking at a brisk pace.

The three made their way back to the castle quicker then they left it, they entered the main entrance, Y/n stopping by a bench, setting down the box. "Oh by the way, I brought you both something" she stared at them expectantly, before they walked over to her. Y/n opened up the box pulling out two glass vases, both green in colour with different patterns decorating them with their own unique flowers sitting inside. The girl handed them both a vase each, to Sirius she gave him one filled with yellow carnations and to remus a slightly smaller vase with a colourful mixture of pansies. "Oh thank you Y/n" Remus said, a smile growing on his face, Sirius held the box up to her "I got something for you as well, it's an astronomers box" the girl held it close to her "well thank you Sirius, that was very kind of you" she seemed to ignore the fact he brought it with the money she had given to him. Y/n was the first to leave, heading off to her common room to relax before dinner.

The next day went by quickly, Y/n making her way to the library to meet with Sirius and Remus like she promised. Unknown to the two boys she had made a slight change to their plan, that change being the two boys who were walking next to her. "I still can't believe you're stuck with those two dicks" Barty said, adjusting the two book bags he was carrying in favour of Evan carrying his school cloak and vest for him. "I don't like it either, but the quicker I get it done the less time I have to spend with them, besides having you two with me makes it more bearable" Evan let out an almost strangled sounding noise as he threw his arm over the shorter girl "awww she loves us" the three laughed with each other before entering the library. The group made their way to the usual spot Y/n sits at, the same spot she told Sirius and Remus to meet her at. "Sorry i'm late, i'm usually a punctual person, unfortunately these two aren't" Sirius let out a quiet groan while Remus just glared as they saw the two boys standing behind Y/n. "Why are they here?" Remus questioned, annoyance clear in his tone "well firstly our group partner is sick" Barty was the first to speak, Evan carried on his sentence "and secondly Y/n's our best friend, who invited us along". The two Gryffindors stared at the mentioned girl, she simply rolled her eyes as she sat down "it's a study session, I'm sure you'll get over it".

The three arriving teens all took seats next to each other, Y/n pulled her notes and books out while Barty and Evan pulled out a single book to read through. The two groups worked quietly, until it was broken by the whining of Evan "this book sucks, are we sure we grabbed the right one Barty?" the boy shrugged, "it's the one that little weasel said would be good for our project" Evan rolled his eyes, he was glad their useless group mate was sick. Evan threw the book shut, looking over at his friend "Y/n my sweet amazing friend~" he dragged out, his tone overly sweet and begging "yes my annoying dumb friend" she said back, in the same sweet tone Evan had used "since you have so much knowledge with little Cosmos you would know the perfect book for us" the girl perked up at the mention of her pet "I suppose I would, I'll go grab it for you, not out of the goodness of my heart but because I need to grab a different book as well, and I don't trust you enough to grab the right book". Both boys smiled brightly as Y/n left to grab the books. Leaving her two friends to talk

"So are you going to go through with that plan of yours tonight Bee?" Evan asked as he lent in closer to Barty. The two Gryffindors now focusing on their conversation while pretending to work "I think I might, I've finally got it all planned out, I'm going to take her to the greenhouse, with the excuse of herbology homework and then I'll give her those chrisa-whatevers" Evan laughed "the chrysanthemums, Merlin how are you a Ravenclaw" Barty shoved the boy slightly, laughing himself "piss off". He hesitated before dropping his head slightly "do you think she'll actually say yes to the date" Evan looked at him in disbelief "stop doubting yourself, I'm 100% sure Y/n will say yes". Remus couldn't help but scoff at his words, grabbing the attention of the Ravenclaw and Slytherin. "Sorry do you have a problem Lupin" Evan asked, quick to get defensive of his friends "no no, it's just funny you think she'd actually say yes" his usually warm eyes seemed cold.

"Well what would you know about our best friend you sleazy little wimp" Evan was always quick to anger when it came to his friends "more than you apparently, I mean you did know she was on a date yesterday, I saw her at Hogsmeade, she seemed awfully close with him" Barty face dropped, an overwhelming sadness engulfing him "she would've told us, I mean she tells us everything" Evan rolled his eyes at the two Gryffindors "they're just lying Barty, ignore them". Remus lent towards them "I'm not, I saw him buy her a gift, a small wooden box, one of those astronomy boxes" this time Evans face dropped, he remembered Y/n proudly showing off the box to Regulus at dinner, saying how she got it at Hogsmeade earlier that day. Remus had a smug look on his face as Evan slumped back into his chair while Sirius let out a noise of shocked amusement.

"well Black you should learn to keep the dirty half-blood of yours on a leash" Evans words were quick to wipe the smug look off the scarred boys face. Both Gryffindors were unaware of the young girl now looming behind them. "I could say the same about your little pet bird" Sirius's harsh gaze met Evans, both boys defending their friends. "You know I'm surprised someone like her is even friends with you, I mean you really are the most pathetic Ravenclaw I've ever met" Remus's insult made the boy sink further into his seat "more so the most pathetic pure-blood I've ever met, do you honestly think you're worthy of even being friends with her." Sirius cut in with his own insult. Barty was quick to flee the library, taking his cloak and vest but not bothering to grab his bag from the floor.

Evan stood out of his own seat he felt burning hot rage slowly take over him, ready to poor out insults at the Gryffindors. Unfortunately his anger wasn't as quick to build as the girl's who was standing behind them "who the hell do you two think you are!" The boys turned around staring up at the now seething girl, her dull eyes seemed to darken in anger "and to think I thought you pathetic Gryffindors could put aside house pride for one evening, but I suppose that's my fault for expecting too much from either of you". The girl grabbed her bag before turning to the two boys "if I ever hear either of you say anything like that to any of my friends again, I swear to make the rest of your time in school miserable". Both Y/n and Evan grabbed their stuff and left the library, Y/n held onto Bartys bag. "I should return this to him, do you think he went to his common room" y/n said her voice still angry "Actually he said he needed to go to the greenhouse tonight, said it was something urgent to do with herbology, you might find him there" she stopped to look at him "thanks Rosie, I'll go find him".

Y/n arrived at the greenhouse, looking around the large room hoping to find barty, but he wasn't there. Nothing even looked like it had been touched or moved since their class, well there was one thing out of place. A sky blue pot had been left shattered on the floor it held blooming chrysanthemum, Y/n thought that the blue pot was a nice contrast to the deep red flowers. She noticed how the pot was smashed in the open space of the floor, it didn't fall from a shelf or table, she thought it had been an act of vandalism or perhaps sour rejection. "Such a sad fate for something symbolic of love" she spoke to herself softly, picking up the flowers and repotting them into an unused pot, it wasn't as pretty but perhaps she could paint it. She set the now potted flowers onto a table before sweeping up the mess of soil and terracotta shards. She decided to take the plant with her, still wanting to paint the pot to the nice blue that was shattered. And to make sure it held up after being thrown around.

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secondbeatsongs · 11 months

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iCarly Meta, Part 5: Socko, Nominative Determinism, and How I Spend My Free Time

so, you may remember that I've made four separate iCarly posts before, because I am just way too into this dorky, ridiculous children's show.

well, over a year ago, I wrote this fifth one. and after some introspection, some really deep self-evaluation about what I want and where I'm going in life, I've decided that it's time to share it with the world at large

so...let's talk about Socko's family!

to catch you up: Socko is Spencer's best friend, who designs all of the fun socks that Spencer wears! he's first mentioned in s01e07 (iScream on Halloween), though some of his socks are shown as early as s01e02 (iWant More Viewers).

(technical note: production-wise, s01e09 is listed before s01e07, and I think that was intended to be Socko's introduction, and it would make sense, considering how Spencer describes him in that ep. but I can't prove this, and so we move on.)

while Socko is mentioned consistently throughout the show, he's never fully shown on screen. but, he does technically appear in an episode, because you can see part of his arm in s04e11-s04e13 (iParty with Victorious) when he hands Spencer the keys to his van.

Spencer and Socko have known each other since at least 1999 (as mentioned in s02e12, iRocked the Vote) when Spencer would have been 17 or 18. and despite Socko almost never being shown, it's clear that he spends a lot of time with Spencer, and that they're close. if Spencer needs something, Socko is always willing to call in a favor from one of his family members.

and boy, does Socko have a lot of very interesting family members.

let's go over some of them real quick:

Bernie is a welder, Otto is a used car salesman, Tyler designs neckties, Taylor is a tailor, Rob is a thief, Arty is an artist, Isaac is an optometrist, and Ryder is a motorcycle enthusiast.

are we noticing a pattern here?

every single one of these is an aptronym – a personal name that is aptly or peculiarly suited to its owner. and since all of these people are in some way related, this is fascinating to me.

it seems like Socko's family is really into nominative determinism – the idea that people tend to gravitate towards areas of work that fit their names. whether or not this is true of people in real life is unclear, but in the universe of iCarly, this is something that Socko's family is all about.

when did it start, I wonder? who was the first in the family to have a job or hobby that related directly to their name? and who continued that pattern? because someone named Bernard going by "Bernie" and taking up welding is one thing, but an entire family of people going into fields that have to do with their names is unsettling.

is this on purpose, now? do the parents in Socko's family choose names for their children based on what they want them to be? is there an expectation that each child will have to choose a profession based on what their parents name them?

I think there is. and I think it's fucked up.

imagine growing up knowing that your name would control your future career options. that no matter how you felt about your name, choosing a career or hobby that matched it is what would make your parents happy. that at least some portion of your parents' love is tied to the idea that you will be what they named you.

and depending on the name, the kids aren't always left with a lot of options! someone named Bernie could be a welder, a woodburning artist, a firefighter, etc...but for Taylor, there's really only one path to take.

what if a kid is trans? I just have to wonder, would they be judged more for not identifying with their assigned sex at birth, or for changing their name?

and one of Socko's cousins is named Mary. think about that with me for a second – Mary.

imagine that the only dream your parents have for you is that you get married. and not just fall in love! no, you were given this name because their express purpose, their biggest hope for you is that you get legally married.

what if Mary had been gay? what if she grew up with fear in her heart, knowing that the only thing her parents had ever wanted from her wasn't possible, was actually illegal, because of who she was?

or what if she had been aro, or ace, or just otherwise not interested in relationships? or what if she was interested in relationships, but not the serious, legal commitment of marriage?

my hope here (my one fragile hope) is that Rob, Mary, and Josh are siblings, and that their parents were trying to escape this part of the family legacy. maybe they named their kids Robert, Marian, and Joshua, and tried to steer clear of any obvious career choices – but then their sons started going by "Josh" and "Rob" and causing trouble, and "Mary" started talking about her upcoming wedding, and they knew that they would never be free of the family curse.

'cause it's gotta be a curse, right? I feel like at this point, it has to be.

but hey, worry not! because I think there are some loopholes.

Penny, for example, had a lot of choices – she could have minted coins, or built fences, or designed ball-point pens, or been a cashier (etc, etc). but she didn't do any of those things! she started a t-shirt company, and made shirts with fun phrases on them like "church pants" and "parole baby" and "chest words" (all shirts I would wear for real).

her job didn't have anything to do with her name – but she still followed the family pattern. she named her t-shirt company "Penny-Tees", and sewed a single penny into each of her shirts. instead of finding a name-based occupation, she made her own.

I really think it's brilliant – she got to do what she wanted, and her parents couldn't complain, because it still suited her name! and if this pattern is curse-based, she found a way around it by following it to the letter (but not exactly the spirit), and because of this, she got to make her own choices.

and speaking of jobs that may or may not suit one's name: let's talk about Socko.

early in the show when we're introduced to him, we know three things about him:

he knows where to find huge pumpkins

he sells Spencer all of his wacky socks

his name is Socko

but, thinking about that third point…is it?

like, is his name actually Socko?

let's look at Socko's family tree for a moment:

(ID in alt text)

(yes, I made this. it took over two days. I skimmed through many episodes, looked through a large amount of the old iCarly website on the Wayback Machine, and as far as I know, this is canon accurate.)

(shhh, this was absolutely a valuable use of my time. don't worry about it.)

look at his family. look at the names.

almost all of them are, well…normal names. names that could belong to any acquaintance, friend, or relative in your own everyday life.

the only real exceptions here are Freight Dog, Boomer, and Dr. Paxil – but if we're being real? "Freight Dog" is almost definitely a nickname, "Paxil" isn't that strange-sounding of a surname, and I have actually seen people named "Boomer".

so that just leaves…Socko.

"Socko" is not a people name. it sounds mean, but I don't know how else to word that – it's just not a name for a human person.

it would be a great name for a cat or a dog (especially if they had paws that were a different color from their body – man, that'd be so cute!), but it is not a name that many parents would willingly give to a human child. especially when all of the other siblings in the family have relatively normal names.

my theory, my hottest take: I don't think "Socko" is his legal name.

think about it: Socko and every single one of his siblings went into the fashion industry. even accounting for the fact that they probably wanted Penny to have a different career, would Socko's parents really want all three of their other children going into the same industry, especially one as tumultuous and challenging as fashion design?

I think not. I think they gave Socko a different name, one that they believed would lead him down a completely distinct career path. and then, like Penny, Socko found his own true calling – but instead of changing his occupation to match his name? he changed his name to match his occupation.

it is my belief that Socko's birth name…the name his parents gave him…

(drumroll please)

…was "Socrates".

now hold on, just stay with me here. because I swear that this does make sense, really!

so, back at the beginning of this post I mentioned nominative determinism, but that term wasn't actually used until 1994. before then, it was called "onomastic determinism" or "die verpflichtung des namens" ("the obligation of the name"), but it wasn't really…a thing? it wasn't something that people really studied, and when they did, nobody could seem to come to a solid conclusion about whether or not your name does actually influence your career choice.

I think that in some way, Socko's parents wanted an answer. they wanted an explanation as to why their family tree reads like a joke book. and by naming their kid "Socrates", they were sending that question out into the world, hoping for a response.

because there were really two options here – either Socko would grow up to be a philosopher, someone who could search for meaning in the pattern of family job-finding, or he wouldn't. and if he didn't, if he threw off the shackles of his name and did something else entirely, then that in itself would be an answer.

and sure, maybe his parents should have thought about how "Socrates" might be abbreviated. maybe they should have considered that he could grow up to design socks. but hindsight is 20/20, and I don't know if that's something any parent would expect of their child, so I won't hold that against them.

I will however, judge them for naming two of their kids "Taylor" and "Tyler" – like, my god. can you imagine how often people got them mixed up? it's inhumane.

even worse if they were twins! though actually, that would make some kind of twisted sense – to give twins names that not only match, but that would lead them to careers in the same industry. maybe they wanted them to go into business together? hoo boy.

anyway, sorry, I've gone off-topic. back to Socko – or should I say, Socrates.

"Socrates" is a pretty fun name. two parts of it are σῶς (sôs, “safe and sound”) and κράτος (krátos, “power”), which is an interesting name meaning for a dude who was executed for corrupting the youth.

(I'm talking about the philosopher here – as far as I know, Socko from iCarly was not executed for corrupting the youth. at least, not yet.)

and if we keep thinking about Socrates (the philosopher), I think there's another reason that this name fits: we know fuck-all about Socrates.

sure, he's well-known – lots of people know about his ideas, and the Socratic method – but…he never actually wrote anything. everything we think we know about him, we learned from somebody else.

all of Socrates' interests, his skills, his beliefs? they were all things we learned from Plato, Xenophon, or (I guess) Aristophanes. we have no idea what the dude was actually like, outside of that.

just like we have no idea what Socko is like, outside of what Spencer says.

Socrates is a vital figure in the history of western philosophy, but all of the things we know about him are altered by the opinions of other people, filtered through the lenses of their perception.

and Socko is a vital character in the show iCarly, but all of the things we know about him – his hobbies, his opinions, his wants – are things we've heard second-hand from Spencer.

(you're laughing. Spencer Shay is a stand-in for Plato, and you're laughing.)

so in a very fun way, Socko (Socrates) did live up to his name…by being unknown to us, the audience.

us, watching this TV show the way chained prisoners watch shadows dance on the wall of a cave.

continuing down this rabbit hole…does this mean that one of the iCarly crew is Aristotle?

no…perhaps that's taking it too far.

(it'd be Gibby)

final notes:

I haven't seen all of the iCarly reboot yet (I'm on episode 3! I have mixed feelings, but I think one of the writers ships the thing that I ship, so that's fun), so if it mentions something about Socko lore, I unfortunately do not know about it.

fun fact: the ancient Greeks did often have names that were meant to have sway on their lives! for example: Hedistē ("most delightful"), Demotimos ("honored among the people"), Hippodamas ("horse-tamer"), Nikomachē ("victorious in battle").

additional fun fact: I asked one of the mods of the iCarly wiki, and they said I could put the family tree I made on the page for Socko's Family! :D

look! it's my thing! the thing that I made! how cool is that?!

(I'll be real; I am way too proud of this)

yes, two of Socko's family members have inaptronyms instead of aptronyms: Harry (bald) and Jean (allergic to denim). but in my mind, they still count – the names are still weirdly suited to their specific lives.

since I'm pretty sure "Freight Dog" is a nickname, I also took a crack at what I think his legal name might be. my theory? "Aaron".

(get it? Aaron? because he's in the air? okay, I'll see myself out.)

anyway, my new hobby is coming up with more family members for Socko to have. descend with me into the deepest reaches of The Headcanon Zone, and behold:

Lisa: She's a landlord (she leases apartments). Socko hates her.

Barry: A big ol' bear of a man. Or he could work for Gund or Build-a-Bear or something. That could be fun!

Mike: Audio technician

Amy: Sharpshooter

Summer: Camp counselor

Tony: Orthopedist. (toe-knee)

Marty: Owns and operates a supermarket

and because it's fun, my friend @wonderbound joined in and came up with these super great ones:

Drew: Illustrator

Cody: Programmer or hacker

Pete: Bryologist (he studies moss!)

Norm: He's just a guy

Flo: Plumber – or maybe, an expert in fluid dynamics

Hattie: Milliner (she makes hats)

Howl: Werewolf (or perhaps, the owner of a moving castle 👀)

Will: Estate planning attorney (he writes wills)

anyway, I think that's about it. thanks for coming with me on this adventure! I hope it was as much of a rollercoaster to read as it was to write, because yeah, it was a weird one over here.

I mean, it started out normal? but then the next thing I knew, I had gotten invested, made nine edits to the iCarly wiki, and designed that whole family tree. so I think maybe I went a little overboard with this one. xD

tune in next time, for…I dunno. I think my brain needs a break after that. but, eventually I would love to write more meta! just…maybe not all for iCarly? I have some things to say about Gravity Falls that I think are gonna blow your minds.

(not really; I just think it's great)

#icarly #icarly meta #socko #spencer shay #id in alt text #back on my bullshit etc etc #this is probably one of the best things I've ever written #I solidly lost my mind for a week and then woke as if from a dream #thinking...hey. maybe...I'm onto something here?#like maybe I connected the dots. I connected them #xD #but yeah. it took a while and a lot of thinking #but I did decide to put this on tumblr and not just on patreon #I think I'm okay with it now #tbh. the reason that I kept it only on patreon to begin with #was because there was going to be some weird overlap with a fic I wrote #one I never finished or published. a long time ago #but I decided...to not finish that fic #at least not now #so there's no risk of you finding my ao3 because of this post #and there won't be for a while. maybe not ever #that's what I was worried about #I try to keep my main fandom life separate from this blog #that's just how I like it to be #but now I think I can relax about that for a bit #and let you enjoy this post

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greenerteacups · 9 days

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Hello GT,

I'm a huge fan of Lionheart and I live and breathe for it ever since I first laid my eyes on it. Thank you very much for writing it. ❤️

So, I've been re-reading the fic and just came across this para about Ron–

Ron’s feelings were more painful because they were obvious, as were his attempts to quell them, a child ripping fruitlessly at his own scabs. Everything about Hogwarts was grand and therefore subtly not meant for him, the robes and the books and the expensive supplies, the shops with sky-high markups at the end of the lane, posh traditions and sports where the best players bought their own gear, the secret pureblood rooms in which he, despite a Prewett pedigree, would never find himself welcome. Most of that wasn’t magic, it was money, the second lifeblood of the wizarding world, the substance that did whatever magic couldn’t.

And it got me thinking, what will make Ron break this toxic cycle of self-pity or sabotage? Will he need his friends' support and encouragement to grow, or will he, for once, navigate life and its purpose on his own? The answer might be a potential spoiler, but I'd still like to know if he'll develop a distinct personality—although he certainly has one currently—later in the story, like Neville being an expert in herbology, Seamus being a music enthusiast, or the Twins excelling in invention for fun.

I hope I've made my question as clear as possible, but forgive me if it still comes out as confusing to you.😅

Hey! Thank you for the kind words! I won't say anything about where Ron's arc is going, because I can't say anything here that won't be more fun to read in the fic itself. But I tend to interpret these asks as expressions of interest rather than sincere "what happens to him?" questions, i.e., flattering and encouraging, but not literal.

I don't think it's a spoiler to say that adolescence is invariably a period of self-discovery. Ron canonically has the hobbies of quidditch and chess, both of which are tactical games that he excels at (when he's confident). So he already has some of the distinctness you're talking about! But like all the characters, he has much left to learn about himself.

#greenteacup asks #lionheart spoilers #prognosticating

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turbobyakuren · 2 months

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@cerastes oh no worries!! i'm actually OK to answer this because maybe the key is that i'm doing something wrong and knowing how to fix it might make it enjoyable for me again.

More of a "circumstances" cause than what i was expressing in the post, but right now is more a problem of space and time. I live with my parents and I have a problem with the volume of my voice and since i tend to prefer streaming late at night i find it impossible to be comfortable unless i'm guaranteed to be home alone. I could have streamed more when I was in my apartment in Paris, but it is what it is. So, if i ever change my mind, it would be after i solve this problem!

Maintaining a schedule is a difficult, especially since i tend to be more of a "fuck around and decide what to do on instant T". I could be more of a "guerilla streamer" where I don't stick to a schedule (like i did in the past) and stream whatever i want, whenever i want.

I don't really know if I can bring a community and it impacts my self esteem to not really know how to draw people in because (continued in next point)

Overall, I do not consider myself to be an interesting person to watch. I have a bit of an "identity crisis" where I try to perform but also want to be myself and I overall feel very uncomfortable. I know my bit is my Antagonizing Relationship With Chat (which i do love and appreciate because, despite having a bit of paradoxical issues with "joke trashtalking", i am conscious that this is The Bit like pro wrestling. i actually love it haha), but I also feel there's eyes watching my every action and that if i don't do something Funny, people will lose interest. And the paradox is that this fear just manifests in me... not speaking, being confused, having trouble finding my words and thinking "god, i'm making a fool out of myself" and just thinking of excuses i can make to end the stream to stop embarrassing myself. My last streaming experiences last year was just that all the time. I really wish I could fix this.

Maybe the problem is that I haven't found my niche as a streamer, since it takes time and effort + trial and error, and that i need to actually find out what i like.

And there's also the fact that, in the end, video games are a hobby for me and streaming them brings a totally different experience. There's good and bad aspects of this. The Super Castlevania IV streams were my ultimate favourite experience because everyone made it so fun, whereas i ended up disliking streaming a certain game i used to like a lot because i kept getting backseated. I don't know how to express it, maybe "i don't like the pressure of monetizing my hobby" (without the monetizing aspect and more of the "dedicate to the bit" aspect of it). But that's a non-problem in the end because the pros outweighs the cons, so Perish the Thought.

Writing all that down was actually a good idea, because i externalized the struggle i felt about streaming (whenever i feel like i want to stream something i always kill the thought thinking "you're not interesting. don't do that. remember your last streams?"). I actually wrote this vent post after someone asked me enthusiastically if i'd be streaming the new Pizza Tower update, which made me kind of bummed because i would love to do it if there wasn't all this struggle i just listed (+ the time constraint because "you have to stream the hot new game NOW" although i have made it clear in the past that i do not vibe with that school of thought), and in that i feel like i've let down the few people who do appreciate me streaming...

So in the end, it's all that. But writing this made me a bit more hopeful I can enjoy this again...! If i make the effort, I can do this!

#cerastes #replies

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Can I request male reader who challenges Zhongli to a duel for "his hand in marriage" like a complete dumbass? The idea hit me and made me laugh.

☆ I saw the opportunity and kissed it in the lips. Hope you like this as much as I do! ☆

Zhongli x M!Reader: Duel (Pt.1?)

A/N: ☆Got too excited and now this is too long so we'll leave it here but I'll might do a second part someday☆

Summary: You find a way to get the Geo Archon's hand in marriage and you won't waste your opportunity

Tags: Male Reader, Short fic, Royal!Au? Zhongli is some soft of Prince or noble, fluff, age gap? [idk but zhongli calls reader "young man"]

Warnings: This is intended for male readers but don't tag this as yaoi or fetishize mlm relationships or you'll get blocked

Please tell me if you find any mistake!

☆☆☆

"The name's Y/N, from Teyvat-", You started solemnly as you drew your sword out, "And I challenge you to a duel, Mr Zhongli, sir!"

You finished your statement with a dramatic sword movement pointing directly at him with the tip of your weapon all while your vision shines brightly.

Zhongli, who was peacefully sipping on his tea before you interrupted him, quirked an eyebrow at you as he let the cup rest on the table. Then, he proceeded to squint his eyes at you before tilting his head slightly.

"A duel I heard? And what could your reason be, mr Y/N?" This was definetly something new. Maybe you were seeking for praise after defeating a God, maybe you just wanted to gain some mora or fame, maybe you yearned to dethro-

"I'm here to win your hand in marriage, sir".

Zhongli's golden eyes got wider and his hand clenched on the cup handle. His imposing aura dissapeared the moment he heard your words. He remained silent for a few seconds while he analyzed your serious expression, every second more convinced /and astonished/ that those were your honest intentions.

"...I beg your pardon?"

He was sure you were a complete moron but oh, how interested he was in your intentions.

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The combat was arranged for the day after on a clear field where you were positioned on opposite sides at the ends of it. Zhongli ordered every one of his personal guards to leave and chose one of his prettiest spears. He also gathered his hair on a side, low ponytail.

You, on the other hand, were already holding your best sword in a firm grasp as you looked his way with a serious frown that indicated that you were ready.

"Is it everything to your liking?"

"It is, Mr. Zhongli, sir. Thank you for arranging this battle, Mr. Zhongli, sir."

A pleased, cold shiver ran up his spine at the way you referred to him nonstop.

He had to admit he felt a strong curiosity towards you, the way you acted being something truly uncommon. In fact, Zhongli had started to investigate about you after your exotic proposition, your favourite places to visit, your hobbies, your friends and your fighting abilities. He spent the entire previous day focused on spying you on, he even told his personal bodyguards to peer on you on your walks around the city.

"Shall we start, then?"

"It'll be my pleasure, sir"

And then, with your consent, the battle got initiated. He started by summoning a dark, tall pillar that covered him with a shiny shield.

On the other hand, you began the fight with a fast sword thrust that he quickly repelled with a gracile movement of his spear. The clinking sound of your weapons meeting filled the air around. A small smirk started spreading on the archon's lips when he saw himself being face to face against you, your noses being just mere inches away from touching.

You could feel his hot breaths and he could see through your focused eyes.

"Why is it to marry me your desire, young man?" He said, an aloud spoken thought, more to him than you. His brow furrowed along his words, slightly bothered in case you could mention your deal was a mere joke. He could kill you right then and there if you happened to break your contract with him.

"How could it not be, sir?" You breathed out, exhausted by having to constantly block his quick attacks and now also having to chat with him. "I had fallen into you since the moment I saw you. You are elegant, handsome and gentle, but also a fierce warrior and the eldest archon". You looked away as you began to talk faster and faster and he had trouble understanding some words of what you said. However, he was able to understand very clearly the compliments you gave him and you noticed it by the redness that crept his cheeks.

He was about to say something, but you inhaled deeply and continued, interrupting his thoughts.

"I'm nothing more than a mere Liyue citizen, I know you would never look at me under normal circumstances. That's why I have challenged you, to prove that I'm a strong warrior, too. That I'm worthy, sir".

Your will was as firm as an ancient rock, and he liked /loved/ that. You resumed the battle and it continued for a few more minutes. Your time was mostly spent in dodging his spear attacks, the sharp piece at the end cutting your skin here and there more than once. But, although he was hurting you, you just knew that he was going easy on you and that's not what you wanted. You were growing angrier and angrier at his "soft" attitude with you so, when his spear grazed your neck again, you grabbed it firmly before the archon's astonished expression.

"Excuse my insolence, please, but I do believe that you are not taking myself seriously, sir. I suggest starting again."

You released his spear and Zhongli firmly hit the ground with it.

"I have seen you're not strong enough to fight a God. If I had not gone easy on you, you wouldn't have endured this battle for more than five minutes, boy. You should be grateful I haven't had killed you just yet."

Your breath hitched at his words, "Why are you saving me, then? Why when you have already saw that I'm not worthy?", he was about to answer when you interrupted him again, "Why haven't you killed me already?"

Your eyes pierced his golden ones inquiring answers and as you were about to ask again it was now him who interrupted you with a loud "Silent" that made the rocks beneath your feet shiver.

"If I recall correctly..." He cleared his throat as he made his golden spear vanish before towering over you with firm eyes "It was not stipulated in our contract that your defeat implies, by any mean, your execution"

"Then why haven't you had stopped the battle already? I mean, why are we even fighting now for?"

Zhongli gulped hard. He didn't have any excuse left and your questions were turning more and more aggressive.

-I...- He waited for a moment, thoughtfully thinking his next choice of words -I may have grown a bit too fond of you...

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starg1rlie · 1 year

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(is it too late to participate in this wonderful idea ?! i've never seen someone do sumn like this so i'll give it a try if its still open or so!)

💍 w/ xiao if u don't mind !! i am a very open minded person who is also straightforward when i have to & a bit shy but once you get to know me personally, i am very clingy but i also know my boundaries. hobbies are Uh i don't go outside so i tend to play rpg or fps games instead at home! But of course I still Touch grass when i feel like it ^^ WOO SURPRISE MEE

(hey, sorry for taking so long to fill out your request! hope you understand, and here it is! (p.s: i may or may not have previously written most of this when it was 5 am, so i literally had no idea what i was doing...i only proof-read and edited it a little bit. nonetheless, i hope you still like it!!)

matching frog hats & dino onesies

xiao feels absolutely humiliated right now. wearing this itchy and ridiculous-looking hat made him feel like burrowing deep within the earth (six feet sounds about right) and staying hidden in the ground for the rest of eternity. the fact that you were recording everything on your phone made it all worse. stop, i look stupid, he said, tugging the frog hat further down to cover his pink cheeks. you merely laughed, as if you relished his embarrassment, and forced him to show his face for the camera. say froggie! you teased, snapping a pic after your reel finished and saving it onto your phone. i hate you, xiao muttered under his breath, yanking off the hat and unzipping the dinosaur onesie you bought for when it got cold. i love you too, you replied, giving him a kiss before dashing off to put the finishing touches on your posts.

lighting sparklers on new years

he didn't understand what the point was for lighting sparklers on new years eve when there was a large firework showcase going off right now. but you insisted and since he didn't really have the power within himself to deny your request, he reluctantly agreed and was immediately dragged out of the household, box of sparklers loosely gripped in his hand. honestly, you're acting like it's christmas day all over again, xiao said with a delicate snort, striking a match againt the box and lighting two sparklers, one for you and one for himself. do we really need to do this? he inquired when you whipped out your phone once more to "capture the moment". you only nodded, focusing on changing the lighting and filters on your phone so that the picture turned just right. see, look how pretty it looks! you exclaimed, holding out your phone for him to see. but his attention drifted elsewhere, particularly on the happy smile that adorned your features. yeah, pretty...ahem, are we going to just let them go out or do you plan on doing more pictures? xiao cleared his throat awkwardly, tugging desperately at the collar of his shirt to cover the blush that threatened to creep further up the nape of his neck. you thought nothing of it and continued snapping away, gleeful as could be.

he's obsessed w/sanrio (keroppi and kuromi)

he'd probably not admit this to anyone except you, but he really enjoys sanrio merchandise, more specifically, keroppi and kuromi. call him a geek all you want, but he'll immediately make a beeline for the sanrio items whenever the two of you head to a daiso* store. look, this reminds me of you, xiao will say, holding up a my melody plushie, pointing at her sweet expression. you, on the other hand, looked less amused and simply went back to testing out the different pens and highlighters they had to see if there was anything you could add to your stationary collection. can we get this? xiao asked, holding up a kuromi keychain (no doubt for his car keys) and a kuroppi pin. you nodded and headed towards the cashier line. at least now i know what i can get you for your birthday, you said jokingly as the two of you made your way back to the car. xiao wasn't really paying attention, focusing on pinning kuroppi on his sweater.

hosting game night

he's not really interested in playing video games, but he has tried a few, specifically animal crossing and a pokemon game called pokemon remix cafe. xiao prefers chill and relaxing games, not ones where you feel the need to scream at your screen and throw your controller across the room. so when you suggest a game night, xiao can't help but feel a bit wary what he's getting himself looped into. he's absolutely relieved when you introduce him to a rpg game and soon, he became hooked (although, he still prefers watching you play than himself playing it). he'll come sit next to you and watch the story unfold before he gets so into he decides to start the game for himself. results in the two of you playing side by side and sharing each other's progress within the game.

doing his hair

since xiao has short hair, the only hairdo you could manage with him was a weird-looking pair of pigtails and the occasional ponytail if he lets his hair grow out. one time, he let it go past his shoulders and you attempted to do a french braid. is this really necessary? he said while you kept tugging on his hair, braiding it together. yes, yes it is. now quite whining, i'm almost done. with that, you swiftly tied the end of the braid and swung it over his shoulder. there. what do you think? you brought him over to a mirror, gesturing dramatically at his new hairdo. i look like a woman with this hair, xiao said, deadpanning hard. no you don't, you look fine. xiao looked up at you and reached up to touch his braid. take me to the barber's. you reeled back, horrified. all of his luxoriously soft locks being cut? you wouldn't stand for it. no! xiao sighed and got up. fine, then i'll just cut it myself.

#( ﾉﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ leeo writes!#(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ leeo replies!!#xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao genshin impact #alatus #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin drabble #romance #fluff

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coral-melon · 6 months

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Hi! Your matchup thing looks super fun and is very well written! So could I ask one for myself?

Personality: I'm an introvert, I don't talk much even but when I do it's usually to make a sarcastic or funny comment, I have a good sense of humor and deal with things this way.

I'm not shy, actually I'm very bold and I'm always up to do anything. I'm carefree and spontaneously, I do whatever I want when I want, so I guess you call me rebellious too.

Likes: I'm totally into anime and mangá, it's my hobby. I like playing video games too. I like reading fiction and fantasy books. I love going out and do whatever. I have a huge obsession with spending money, I guess it's alright since it's my money? 😅

Dislikes: I hate when people try to get me to do what they want, like?? I'll do whatever I want, excuse me, it's even worse when they fake kindness just to guilt trap me, like, if you want anything just spite it out??

Strengths: I'm super good at telling people's intentions and emotions, I can "feel" it myself so I always know what's going on into people's head.

I learn new languages super fast, it's my talent and I enjoy it too.

I also value the truth greatly so in exchange, I'm always honest, I can tell the truth even if it hurts, I'm not doing to sugar cut it, I believe it's for the best.

Weakness: My greatest virtue is also my biggest flaw. Remember when I said I have good sense of humor? So, it's true that I always find something to joke about, I'm a very humoristict person but sometimes it's hard to turn it off and be serious for once. Sometimes it makes me look insensible and childish, people say I'm not taking things seriously, I swear I am, this is just my way to cope 😭

Other: My love language is quality time wich is surprising because normally I'm super antisocial and value my alone time above everything, but when I actually invite people to hang out?? You will know that I'm in love 🤯

That's about everything I believe, thank you for everything until here. Full of love 💖💕

Hello new anon! It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for taking the time to writing and introducing yourself!

This was very fun for me to read because I already had a clear idea of what hc’s I want to write for you, so I hope you enjoy! ^^

I match you with…~

✦ Match made in heaven hell

✧ Both of you don’t need to talk much to understand each other. Heck, the very first moment you laid eyes on him, you already knew his smile wasn’t what it seemed before you were even told.

✦ Not to worry though; the more time you two got to know each other, he grows quite fond of you. You are a person that knows what they want and won’t take shit from anyone, need he say more?

✧ You’re like a fresh summer breeze, being around you feels easing since he doesn’t feel like he has to hold back much. It’s odd how you’re presence doesn’t bother him at all; of course, he’s not complaining or anything.

✦ He doesn’t need to try anything. You’re an open book because you choose to be. You have nothing to hide and express everything that’s on your mind with no malicious intentions. He values that a lot and is why he can trust you.

✧ He likes how sarcastic you are, seeing you talk to Lucifer brings him great pleasure. Although sometimes completely by accident, Lucifer has gotten irritated at you many times with the tones and remarks you give him. So Satan gets a kick out of it, especially when you didn’t mean to.

✦ But it can also be a double edged sword; if you guys debating or discussing something, he realizes that sometimes, doesn’t know when you’re being serious or not. Don’t get me wrong, he normally catches on quickly, but sometimes you legit say things that leave him bamboozled yet you seem so deadass or say something that seems genuine, yet you expression says otherwise. It’s confusing!

✧ He gets used to it though, understanding that you don’t mean to sometimes. He also learn some human psychology and learned that some humans indeed prefer to use humor as a way to cope from something. It bewildered him, but at the same time left him astonished that that was actually a thing amongst humans.

✦ He spent centuries learning how to calm himself down and not let his emotions take over. Yet you always read him like an open book. Was he just slipping up whenever he was around you? Or perhaps you just had a natural talent at this kind of thing.

✧ In return, he’s also open with you. He will warn you whenever he’s not feeling at his best or something might’ve been irritated him prior to your encounter. He doesn’t want to hurt you or lash out at you when you have no fault in the matter.

✦ Both of you hate when others beat around the bush, so thankfully it never happens between the two of you.

✧ If you join him on one of his schemes to prank Lucifer, he feels like he can even take over the world! Even if it’s obvious that his plan won’t work..

✦ He’ll invite you to try these new places he heard of, but he might think it over a bit when he figures out you have a bit of a spending habit. You’re better off him buying them intend but there have been occasions where you just insist he doesn’t.

✧ Remember how I said he catches on quickly? Well, if you’re the one inviting him to go somewhere or do whatever instead, he knows he’s done progress. He’s not a stalker but he has observed you quite often, and by now he knows that you’d normally want to do things on your own but can’t because Lucifer doesn’t allow it.

✦ It’s like a cat finally letting him pet them and not running away. He’ll be very happy about this but so smug to which ever brother asks where he’s going. It’s a flex, really!

✧ Your quality time together are very pleasant, even if the two of you are sitting in silence doing your own thing. Satan doesn’t like being disturbed, but he’ll let it slide if it’s you.

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Man, I hope that I got my points across! I had a perfect visualizations in my head but sometimes the words don’t come out right!😔

I hope you liked it though; if there’s anything you think I should’ve added or taken out, just let me know! >;0

Have a good res of your day/night ^^

#obey me #obey me requests #obey me matchups #obey me headcanons

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kirimoochi · 8 months

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learn about me.

based on my previous mutual tag game (i originally reblogged it but my answer is sort of long hahahhh)

✦ what is your blog's goal/intent? (what made you start one?)

from the beginning, my blog has always been a safe space for me to vent or express my feelings. despite being a writer since i was twelve, i’m not very good at communicating or talking about my emotions. it’s sort of ironic that someone like me, who’s a big chatterbox, can’t say the truth or be honest.

when i first started writing it was for selfish reasons. i didn’t have anyone writing for my favorite characters so i decided to do it for myself. it would eventually develop into writing for others because of the massive support i got on tumblr and quotev. but now, after a few years, what i want to do with my writing is to express how i feel, and let others hear my voice, in the hopes that they could connect with me.

✦ what is your story? (what made you get to this point? any memorable experiences you want to share?)

as for my story. i’ve had a lot of friends in the past that have abandoned or used me, so it’s in my nature to put distance between anyone. i became a very self-conscious person, and that would affect my relationship with others greatly. when my ex-girlfriend broke up with me, history started to repeat itself once more. friends i went to for comfort and help had abandoned me. and i would eventually come to learn that one of them had been using me to get closer to my ex, and he would confess to her when we broke up. i couldn’t express to her how i truly felt at the moment when we talked again, but if i were to tell her now, it’d be that i was heartbroken and betrayed.

however, i’ve met many amazing people on this site. and i have many supportive friends outside of it. i understand that while i may not have had the best experiences, and it caused me to form thorns around my heart, it shouldn’t hold me back from the people who do care about me.

i’m still learning to put down my walls, so i’m not entirely perfect. i’m still struggling to talk to my friends about how i feel. i’m still struggling with being mindful and listening to others. i’m still struggling at managing my emotions. i’m still struggling to lower my pride. but most importantly: i’m trying not to hurt others just because i was hurt.

i’m just hoping that you could have patience and wait for me on the other side.

✦ what is your biggest dream?

my biggest dream is being happy. i know that sounds extremely vague because happiness is not sustainable, and its not something you can actively keep in your life forever. you're bound to feel other emotions. however, what it entails is doing things that will make me happy, or at the very least, as happy as i could be.

i'd like to write for video games or tv shows. i'd like a nice, comfortable home. i'd like a nice car to drive around in. i'd like to see my friends more often. i'd like to take my family out to eat.

though besides all of that, i would like to get married to someone i really love. i am a hopeless romantic and i still have eyes for a special someone.

✦ if you had to use one song to describe yourself, what would it be?

try again by JAEHYUN.

✦ what mythical creature would you be and why?

hmm...although i made this question myself i think my answer is going to have to be really abstract and not mythical at all.

i'd like to be a star. i've always envisioned myself as one, and its very clear in all my writings that i have a strong fascination with the concept. it was something i had brought up to my ex-girlfriend and i've kept it in my heart to this day. starlight was what she called me, and i still find it to be one of the prettiest nicknames i've been given (her calling me dumpling was a pretty close second).

the origins of why i feel a close relationship with a star is sort of tragic. i always felt a hard time connecting with anyone because of my niches and hobbies. and even though i would be praised for my work, it all seemed meaningless when i had no one by my side. a distant star remains alone, even if they are the brightest to shine.

it has changed overtime though. and i've come to appreciate the beauty of them, and i don't see myself as the same person i was a year ago. i have wonderful friends who are also stars. and stars don't have to be lonely when they're surrounded by equally beautiful people.

✦ share with me your favorite fic on tumblr!

my favorite one is going to be afraid to lose you by awlumii (truthfully i like all of their works, however this one is still stuck in my head). the ending is slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw.

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #thanks to june for asking me to answer it jasdjsadjkad #i just woke up from a huge nap and i have a migraine #but i wanted to express to everyone more about me #and who i am as a person #im more than just a kazuha simp!!! im a girl simper too!!

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realityparty · 1 year

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Title: Blade of Grass Summary: Lucas seeks relationship advice from Eddie. Characters: Lucas Sinclair, Eddie Munson Warnings: Mentions of Racism

Note: I am unsure if this chapter did what I wanted it to.

There were some things that couldn't be ignored. Like the sun was hot, water was clear, and Lucas was a black man in a town that was predominantly white. When he was younger, it wasn't something he really took notice of or the implications. Of course, he noticed that he was of the few black kids in his class, if not the only one. Yet, he never really felt out of place.

Will, Mike, and Dustin had never made him feel different. Sometimes he didn't know if that was for better or worse.

Sure, Hawkins was small and isolated. The things he heard from his parents' harsh whispers showed that violent racism was rampant outside of their idyllic town.

Lucas' own encounters with overt racism just had been from Troy and James. He was sure his being black wasn't the sole cause of their bullying. However, their verbal slurs couldn't be swept away as a side effect of bullying.

Still, just being made aware of the clear physical differences among his friends hurt. Because of the color of his skin, he would be looked at differently. People would already have notions about who he was as a man - a person. Despite Martin Luther King's words of hope that his children would be judged by the content of their character and not the color of their skin, proved to be a losing battle.

And now, he felt he was experiencing a different side effect of racism.

He was dating a white girl. He was dating Max. The relationship was new in middle school and the summer before high school. Despite the title of calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, they just felt like friends that acknowledge they may have liked each other more than what was considered friendly. They weren't like Mike and El and were constantly kissing. In fact the first year of knowing their feelings about each other, they mainly swapped comics than spit. It was more about spending time with each other. They held hands and hugged more than kissed.

He thought that worked better for them. He enjoyed getting her flowers and finding a comic for her more than spending time just making out. He liked watching her with his friends as much as he liked hanging out with Jensen, and Eddie.

If he were being honest, he looked up to Jensen and Eddie the most out of their friends. Nancy and Jonathon were more reserved with their affection, but he also knew that sometimes they butted heads constantly due to the economic status of their parents. As much as they loved each other, sometimes he wasn't sure if the differences made them stronger or pulled them apart. There would always be that tension.

Lucas wasn't even sure of the last time Steve was in a relationship. Sure, Steve did provide some good flirting tips, but he didn't go to Steve to inquire about the maintenance of relationships.

Sure, he observed his parents and took his dad's advice seriously. His dad did have great advice. After all, it was his dad who had no problem showing open affection to his mother and even expressing emotions. His dad taught him the value of his actions matching his words.

Yet, there was something about watching Jensen and Eddie that was different. Jensen and Eddie were different so to speak. It wasn't as if he didn't see other couples together. It was it seemed Eddie and Jensen had found a balance. The affection between them was never too much or little. They had shared hobbies with each other, but hobbies outside of their relationship. They respected each other and their feelings. He knew that Eddie and Jensen claim they never fight, but there have been disagreements. There were times when he witnessed both Eddie and Jensen having to apologize to one another.

Yet, Lucas knew he watched them because they were the only example he had outside of Jensen's and Max's parents. They were all in an interracial relationship.

Lucas knew he was young and didn't pay attention to the gossip of others. Since he didn't have an older sibling, he wouldn't know about any of the drama with upperclassmen. Even then he would have been too young to really understand the nuisances of the situation. There were just things Max would specifically say to him that he got the impression that she was used to the looks and whispers when people saw them and her parents together. He hated that she was just used to it.

It just made him wonder what exactly she had witnessed. He felt embarrassed he never considered what their being together meant on the outside to the world. Yet, a part of him thought he shouldn't have to. They were just two people that loved and respected each other and that was all that should have mattered.

Yet, the world could never be that simple.

So he took his bike and made the trek over to Eddie's and Jensen's new place that was formerly the Byers' home. He felt that he had been over to this house more now than when Will lived here. It almost made him wonder how in the hell Will rode his bike this far. Lucas was hoping after this Eddie would at least give him a ride back home.

As he biked up to the yard, it was already becoming drastically different than how Mrs. Byers had the home. It wasn't as if Eddie and Jensen were rolling in money. They all knew that Joyce was very generous in selling them the home. Yet, the touch of Jensen was clearly felt especially as he biked up to the driveway that was becoming lined with shrubs and bushes. He found Eddie with a wheelbarrow out front smoking a cigarette. It seemed he was working on the flowerbed that Jensen wanted out front. He remembered she was wanting a butterfly garden.

Eddie turned his head in his direction as his tires crunched the dirt. The metalhead offered a wave. Sometimes, it was strange to think people thought Eddie was a conduit of the devil. For a while, he was scared for Eddie especially when the town became particularly nasty to him regarding Hellfire club and his sense of style. But now that he thought about it he wonder if the town's vendetta against Eddie was more than his curly hair and tattoos. He wondered if the pitchforks were because of who he was dating too. It was one thing to be into heavy metal and not have the slicked-back hair, but Eddie had kindled the fire even more by his choice of girlfriend.

"You're a long way from home, "Eddie mumbled with his cigarette between his lips. "Everything okay?"

Lucas parked his bike and nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah."

"You need help with a campaign?" Eddie inquired as he parked the wheelbarrow. It was filled with black mulch. Lucas almost snorted. He knew Eddie was the reason behind that as he recalled Jensen wanted red mulch.

"No, no," Lucas told him. "I…" Lucas trailed off as he wasn't exactly sure how to start this conversation.

"Is this about Max?" Eddie probed as he trailed off. He sucked on his cigarette before he flicked it over to where he had a glass ashtray on the edge of their porch. Eddie's deep brown eyes looked into him.

Lucas could admit he wasn't as close to Eddie as Dustin was. Mostly due to Lucas having tried to amass more interests outside of Dungeons and Dragons. He still played the game. He was there for every campaign. Yet, Eddie and Dustin seemed to click in the same way Dustin had latched onto Steve. Lucas believed it had more to do that Dustin didn't have that father figure in the house.

But Lucas was around Eddie a lot due to their relationship with Max and Jensen. In the beginning, Eddie had definitely intimidated him. He recalled the first date he and Max went on that Eddie and Jensen chaperoned. He remembered Eddie's eyes scrutinizing him and how protective Eddie was over Max. Lucas certainly was scratching his head as to why Jensen was with him, but he knew why now. He could see the love Eddie had for Jensen. The respect he carried for her.

"In a way."

"In a way," Eddie repeated. The man stood tall and stretched. "Well, I'm due for a break with some teenage angst."

Eddie motioned for him to follow him where they had two lounge chairs with a table between them. Eddie walked over to where a small cooler was and pulled out a beer. Lucas for a second thought Eddie was going to hand him one, but he found a wet can of Coke being placed in his hands.

Eddie cracked open his beer and took a big sip. He kicked his legs out. He looked relaxed - content.

This chill Eddie was vastly different from the loudmouth speaker in the cafeteria. He had a feeling Jensen put a ban on Eddie walking on tables with his shoes on.

Lucas picked at the tab on the can. "How…does -" Lucas couldn't get the words out because he wasn't sure what he wanted to ask. "Have you and Jensen ever talked about what it means for you to be together?"

"You're going to have to elaborate."

Lucas took a deep breath. "You're white and Jensen's not."

Eddie squinted. His ring figure tapped against the sweating can. "Someone say something?"

"Not to me directly," Lucas clarified. "I just…I just realized what it means."

Eddie nodded his head. His fingers tapped against his exposed knee in his old jeans. "You sure you don't want to talk to Mr. Thomas about this?"

"I could," Lucas said with a shrug of his shoulders. Lucas knew he would probably get a better point of view from him for sure. Yet, Lucas felt better getting advice from Eddie. Eddie had lived with Hawkins's prejudice all his life.

Eddie sighed. "It's hard to explain. Because it shouldn't matter, but it does." Eddie licked his lips. Lucas could tell he was deep in thought. It made him wonder how much Eddie did keep inside. He noticed that the reason why Eddie was loud and drew attention to himself was to keep the attention off his friends. So it made him wonder if Eddie did do some exaggerated things to keep the spotlight off Jensen. "We don't get much of it now. People are more focused on my taste in music and hobbies."

"But before?"

"Before we were officially together, we would get a lot of comments and looks. It was easy for me to tell her to ignore it. I was used to people talking about me and my family. It's why now I have no problem standing on top of lunch tables calling out bullshit." Eddie grabbed another cigarette. Lucas thought maybe this bugged Eddie more than he let on. "For me, the best thing I can do is just listen to what Jensen wants. I will never understand what you and her go through. I listen and learn."

"But how don't you let it -"

"Come in between us?"

Lucas nodded his head.

"I'm not going to say it hasn't. Because I didn't want her to have to go through anything on my behalf, but my love for Jensen is more than the hate people have."

Lucas rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb. He got what Eddie was saying. Lucas knew he loved Max. He loved her deeply, but it was hard not letting others taint that. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it having her go through this bullshit.

"I just…I don't want her to regret being with me because of what it means to be with someone like me."

"Don't let this town make you feel like you deserve less than anyone else. If anything people should want to be someone like you."

"But unfortunately life doesn't work that way. I'm black before I am a man or even a person."

Eddie couldn't dispute that truth. "Have you talked to Mr. Thomas about this?"

Lucas shook his head. "Have you?"

"Of course. I mean there aren't a lot of interracial couples roaming Hawkins now are there?"

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me not to ignore it. That I need to see the color. I need to be comfortable with myself as a man to take on the struggle of the world because of who I love."

Lucas frowned. "That's it?"

"What do you mean that's it?"

"I thought it would be more profound."

Eddie snorted. "You're young."

"So?"

"Have you ever cried in front of Max? Told her when you were scared? Sad?"

Lucas shook his head.

"To be with someone truly means removing all those walls. It's almost like being fragile like a blade of grass. I needed to get rid of all that other bullshit and be comfortable with myself as a man. Because I can't ignore the hurt I feel sometimes because people judge me for being with Jensen. I have to tell her that. I need to be honest with that hurt. I can't protect her if she doesn't know my weakness as I know hers."

"Does she know all your weaknesses?"

"Jensen has built a fort around my blade of grass."

[4. No Glove, No Love] - [Stranger Things Masterlist]

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seeing these cultists get so pressed just seeing mingukie look at each other makes me wake up with a smile on my face. like the fact that these people have to crawl into the core of the earth just to convince people that the pair they worship is truly legitimate and endgame truly proves that (1), they're pathetic and (2), that mingukie is literally unstoppable. also sorry 😆, i just wanted to mention that here considering what's going on with jimin. i really hope these sickos get the karma they deserve.

anyway, stay pressed besties! 💅

Hey Anon!

Even though your ask is you letting out frustration about what I’d like to call “Just another day in Jimin’s social media life” (... which needs a post of its own …), you know what? Please allow me to use your Ask to address Toxic TKKers for a second, as I haven’t yet. You’ve called them cultists, which I’d say is extremely spot on. Others refer to them as the subgroup, probably in order not to call them something much worse 😬. Yet, because I am me and I like to name everything … like everything … I’ll go ahead and simply and quickly refer to them as TTKKers ( = Toxic TKKers).

Now please be warned; I’ll be taking a bit of a long route to talk about them, as I feel I need to start from somewhere because this, like everything, is part of a story, which in this case, unfortunately, somewhere along the way lost its plot and took a turn for the worse. I should probably also point out that everything following from this point on is entirely: my opinion and my speculation. Okay? So let’s start.

Let’s start with TaeKookJiHope aka Team Party~Party! Or as I like to think of them; Touchy-Touchy Line. Out of all the members of this group, I believe that by now, it has been made sufficiently clear that they like to hang out together as a quartet. But one big thing I believe they have in common, is that they are also quite physical with showing most of all their emotions, positive and negative, ranging from affection all the way to disapproval.

Now you may or may not have noticed, but I have initially referred this quartet as TaeKookJiHope, which I did intentionally, as I wanted to split them in two groups within the Touch-Touchy Line; Taekook - Silent Touchy-Touchy Duo and JiHope - Talkative Touchy-Touchy Duo. Don’t get me wrong, all 4 of them are by nature rather shy when put in situations they are not familiar with, but within a situation of comfort Jimin and Hobi have no qualms in expressing their thoughts using words, whereas Tae and JK are always very much on the silent side of life, reason why perhaps, their need/want to touch is further heightened, maybe as a way to compensate where their words were lacking.

This probably also explains why Taekook and JiHope get along so well, for example pre-debut and up to 2015 TaeKook or for example JiHope being roommates and wanting to forever be roommates. On that friendship, confidant and comfort level each duo was actually a perfect match. However, with time passing, for reasons we aren’t going to discuss on this post, Taekook began to meet some sort of friction.

So now let’s concentrate on our Silent Touchy-Touchy Duo; TaeKook. As also expressed by Tae and JK themselves, the two of them grew distant with time which made things slightly awkward between the two of them, but in my opinion, the person who was mostly affected by this situation was Tae and this is where the story becomes unfortunate.

At some point Tae went through a lot. A LOT. But somehow he was able to regain some sort of normalcy, as well as the will to maybe want to mend a particular bond, which in this case was the one with Jungkook. And here is where it gets even more complicated. Try to think of Tae as the big brother that is trying to regain the affection of his little brother.

A little brother, who in the meantime isn’t so little anymore, has maybe hobbies and habits he isn’t aware of, fears and dreams he wishes he knew. He perhaps didn’t necessarily want for things to be the way they were, I think he wanted to be back in a situation where they could feel comfortable around each other again. And even though being physically affectionate is the way that Tae knows best (as well as acting in imaginary scenarios), being touched doesn't always sit very well with JK, so Tae busted his ass.

They went on a trip together, had meals together where they would have “adult talks”, showing interest in his hobbies such as boxing. Tae has been trying for real. BUT ALAS, each and every single of his attempts at rebuilding a normal relationship with his dongsaeng has been taken, smashed to the ground, stepped one a thousand times, picked up and thrown as far as possible off the tallest cliff by every single TTKKer to this day.

At some point, when Tae and JK were having their bit of distance TTKKers decided to write their own story, since the story they thought they had abruptly stopped. And instead of assessing the situation at hand, they ignored it all and kept writing this imaginary story where every touch, stare, breathe, etc that Tae and JK shared in each other’s proximity was enough. Since there was nothing, it had to be enough. Hence, here we are, in the present days, where simply having Tae or/and JK turning in each other’s direction is instantly, and can only be nothing but a secret message, a vow to eternity and a declaration of love all at once, which I bet is deep-down frustrating AF, for all parties involved.

TW is on fire every single day, YT edits morph content in an attempt to mislead every other day and Tumblr has a lurker section waiting to attack at any time and all of this in the name of a desperately and carefully crafted folie à deux? Because, and I will never get tired of saying this but, me thinking that Jikook are a thing, is me thinking that Jikook are a thing. Nothing less, nothing more. If I turned out to be wrong, my world would still turn, but the world of a TTKKer (and all other toxic counterparts btw) … What happens when the story can’t be continued?

I suppose we’ll find out eventually and ... sorry for using your ask Anon to write this long-ass post.

As always respectfully yours, I'm off to bed for today 😘

Marengo.

#ASKS #Jihope #TaeKookJiHope #Touchy-Touchy Line #Team Party~Party!#TTKKers

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Ch. 21 - The Final Epoch

You tried your best to sleep for the remainder of the night, but it was nearly impossible. Satoru sat on a chair, awake and on watch, in the corner of your room as you caught up on your sleep. You felt so bad for putting such a burden on him, a burden he didn't ask for. But you knew he'd tell you that either way, Sukuna was a threat that needed dealing with, and guarding his best friend's wife was little in terms of what they'd do for one another.

When you woke, you kept yourself busy with mindless hobbies: reading, horseback riding, and your personal favorite - archery. Considering you had made your presence known on castle grounds, you hoped the word would spread and reach Suguru so that he'd come home.

You took a deep breath as you pulled back the string to your bow, eyes focused on the target yards ahead of you. Satoru stood back, dark circles starting to form under his eyes as he maintained his guard.

"Y/N?!" You heard a familiar voice in the distance just as you let go of the string, only barely throwing off your aim in the process. You turned your head as soon as the arrowhead buried itself in the hay bale just yards away.

Suguru looked completely pale as he stared at your frame in the distance. Behind him was a search party of about thirty guards who all looked equally tired. As you met his eyes, you dropped your bow and took off in a sprint. Suguru joined you in order to close the gap quicker, arms out to receive you.

It was the tightest you had ever felt his arms around you, desperate breaths rushing over your ears as his chin found your shoulder. One of his hands cradled the back of your head with the other at your upper back; your own hands gripping the back of his shirt for dear life.

You felt so bad for having left again and causing such panic to someone you...

"I love you," you muffled into his hair between the embrace.

His grip slightly loosened when he heard your statement. "What was that?" Suguru asked gently as he hesitantly came away from you. His amber eyes glistened in the late afternoon sunlight, magnetizing your focus to him.

"I...love you," you tried to keep from smiling too wide. You figured for the moment, such a wide smile would seem too childish. But that didn't stop Suguru.

His grin was wider than ever just before he captured your lips once more. "Please don't scare me like that again," he begged with a whiny tone between kisses. Behind you, Satoru was giving a sleepy smile.

"I'm so sorry," you apologized as soon as he set you free. "But...there's a lot that has happened. And I thought leaving would be for the best, but Satoru gave me some reassurance." The two of you glanced in the direction of the white-haired prince.

"Why on earth would you think that?" Suguru was genuinely shocked, concern quickly covering his face.

You swallowed hard, already feeling the wavering in your voice before you could even speak a word.

"There's quite a bit you need to be caught up on," Satoru had waltzed over in your silence and slapped his best friend on the back. You nodded in agreement as Suguru held his expression, furrowing his brow further with confusion.

The three of you headed inside to the castle library for a much needed session of catching up. Between yourself and Satoru, the two of you told Suguru everything you knew about what Sukuna was up to.

After taking a moment to take everything in, Suguru gave a nearly audible sigh and sat up from his slouching position. He leaned a bit forward and held his chin in thought, elbow against the wooden armrest of the chair he sat in.

"This is...quite the problem," He muttered and stared toward the table that the three of you sat at. It was clear he was in deep thought, whether it be thinking of a solution or disassociation from fear - you didn't know. "But this is our chance," he suddenly looked up with a face of determination, glancing between both you and Satoru.

"We can do this," Satoru nodded with confirmation.

You, on the other hand, having very little knowledge in the world of jujutsu, were incredibly unsure and nervous. Suguru had played this guy up as the biggest threat to humanity. If that was the case, you wondered how it would only take two guys to take him out.

With Suguru back home, Satoru was able to rest after his long night watching over you. The two of you spent the remainder of the afternoon and into the early evening in conversation, both casual and concerned. You quickly realized how calming Suguru's voice and overall presence were to you, especially since you allowed those three little words to fall from your lips.

When the two of you weren't discussing Sukuna, it was easy to forget the worry that you had once felt. The way Suguru locked on your eyes, taking in every word you had to say with such careful consideration and a sweet smile, made your usually locked away heart bloom and flutter.

It wasn't until the silence came, casual lull in conversation, that it all came coming back. The two of you lounged on one of the stiff library sofas, your head in his lap as he gently rubbed your hairline, when you felt an unfortunate knot in your throat and subsequent warm tear uncontrollably stream down your cheek.

"Y/N," he softly spoke up as he looked down at you. "Are you alright?"

"It's all my fault," you whispered with a small chuckle. You understood Sukuna was a threat whether you were there or not so you at least had that to lighten the burden. "You have to face him unready. You and Satoru are going to get hurt all because I had to go off on my own..."

Suguru gave a deep breath and searched for the right words to respond to your reasonable pain. "We've been preparing our whole lives for this," he finally reassured you. "What you did that night, running into him, wasn't your fault. It's better we deal with him sooner than later."

You weren't buying his reassurance. "It's like I'm some sort of curse," you quickly sat up and wiped away what was left of those few stray tears. "I burst into your life, cause all this havoc, and the minute you marry me it's a death sentence."

"It's not a death sentence," he corrected you with a bit of impatience, "and you're not a curse. If anything," he leaned forward with an outstretched hand to softly caress your cheek, "you've been the biggest blessing my life has ever known." His glistening eyes held yours with a knowing steadiness. The stability of his gaze was the reassurance you desperately needed.

With the emotion you had being held like a bowling ball in your chest and Suguru's soft and sweet words of confidence, you could no longer hold back. You burst into tears right there and fully allowed yourself to collapse toward his chest, warm arms always ready to catch you. It was a weakness you seldom let yourself feel, even when alone. That's how you knew you were on the right path.

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