#This is like when girls live together and the period syncs up.

[hyohaehyuk]

They are so in sync…they move as one… they ARE one… Just like Claudia said : "You spend an hour alone with him and you're breathing in sync together"

source: pirateslesbian and dvrkfaith

Videos: Interview with the Vampire’ Panel | SDCC 2022 | Entertainment Weekly and the 2nd video is from armandvampyr but bc tw searching system is all broken i cant find the original video if the person changed her user name

[lovegalor333]

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you’re gonna be ok (paige x reader)

summary: you’re going through a tough time and have pushed paige away but she finally realises something is wrong

content warnings: talks of depression and ed behaviours/language

requested by: @melpthatsme 💗

Your girlfriend was getting suspicious and rightly so. You had just given her another lame excuse as to why you couldn’t have dinner with her tonight. That was the third time this week.

At first it was ‘too much homework’, then a ‘headache’ and now it was your ‘period’. All lies.

As you lay curled up in your bed, all lights turned off, you sobbed silent tears until your pillow was saturated. You felt guilty lying to Paige but you couldn’t go out, especially not to eat.

You wasn’t entirely sure why Paige even wanted to be seen in public with you anyway, why she was with you at all actually. Paige was beautiful. Like the most beautifully perfect woman there ever was. Her eyes shone bright at all times and whether her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail or left natural and loose, framing her face, it looked immaculate. She was intelligent and athletic, maintaining an almost perfect GPA while simultaneously leading her team in back to back wins. Paige was everything and you, you were nothing.

You hated everything about yourself and you were usually good at hiding it. Painting on a fake smile and laughing when others laughed, mirroring your friends actions to make it seem like everything was just fine but it was getting harder to hide. You were drinking and smoking just to get respite from your thoughts. You were dragging yourself to gatherings just to count down the minutes until you could leave and be alone in your room where you could finally let your guard down.

You were proud at how long you had gone keeping this to yourself but it was almost impossible now. You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t want to leave the apartment. You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t want to see anyone. In fact, you didn’t want to see yourself. You had even gone as far to cover every mirror in your room just to avoid the reflection that made you sick to your stomach.

You felt like you had cried a river this past week but the tears wouldn’t stop, you thought there would be nothing left to give but you were a never ending pit of sadness.

You hear shuffling and muffled voices coming from your living room, your roommates must be home. You thanked yourself for keeping your lights off and closed your eyes so if they came into your room, they’d think you were sleeping.

A few seconds past before you heard a light knock at your door. You ignored it. Pressing yourself further into your mattress, wishing it would swallow you whole. Then came the click of the handle being turned and the door squeaking open.

You kept your body as still as possible, holding your breath in hopes that whoever was disturbing you would think twice but that doesn’t happen. Instead your bedroom light is flicked on and your door is closed with force, practically slammed.

“Why did you lie to me?” You recognise Paiges voice immediately and it’s a mixture of pissed off but also upset and you know it’s your fault.

“What?” You say, even though you heard her loud and clear.

“I know you’re not on your period. Our cycles are synced. They have been for months. Why did you lie?” Paige asks again and you feel so stupid for making such a rookie error.

Paige was right. Your cycles were synced, it happened often with women and girls that spent a lot of time together, so when you were on your period, she was too. She had caught you out in your lie.

“I don’t know.” You mummble into your duvet, still curled up tightly.

“You’ve blown me off three times this week. You barely answer my calls and texts, it’s like I have to force you to see me and now you’re lying to me and you can’t even be bothered to tell me why?” Paige rants and even though you still haven’t looked at her you can tell she’s pacing your room.

“I don’t understand what’s going on. I thought we were good but maybe not.” She says and you physically feel your heart brake at her words but you can’t bring yourself to say anything other than, “Maybe.”

“What?” She asks confused even though she was the one who said it first, “Y/N, can you at least fucking look at me?” She snapped and you know thats the least you owe her so you slowly roll yourself around so you’re no longer facing the wall and push yourself up into a sitting position but you can’t bring yourself to lift your eyes from your lap.

“I wanted to take you for dinner, spend some time with you. Just be with you and I thought you would have wanted the same but instead you’re in bed!” Paige continued and you just took her onslaught of words, you didn’t have the energy to argue or even defend yourself.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, picking at the already raw skin around your nails.

“Will you just look at me? Do you want to break-” You finally look at Paige and she stops mid-sentence, “Have you been crying?”

You ignore her question because your heart is racing and more tears are threatening to fall at what she was about to ask, “Finish what you were about to say.” You whisper but she doesn’t need to, you knew what she was going to say. She was going to ask if you wanted to break up.

“What’s the matter? What happened? Why were you crying?” Paige asks all at once, any annoyance in her tone has been replaced with concern and her facial expression shifted from dark and frowning to soft and doe eyed.

“I wasn’t.” You lie, “Finish what you were about to say.”

“Yes you were. Your eyes are red and puffy, your skin is blotchy,” She walks towards you, “and your pillows wet. Why were you crying?”

“You want to break up.” You answer your own question.

“No. No, I don’t. But I don’t understand what’s going on with you, I thought maybe you did.” She says honestly sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t.”

“Why were you crying baby? Tell me what’s on your mind.” She says placing a hand on your leg.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too much Paige. My mind is too much, it’s too dark. You don’t deserve that.” You begin to cry again and it quickly turns into sobs.

“Hey, baby, come here.” She whispered, pulling you into her chest and onto her lap, she wrapped her arms around your body and held you close, “You’re scaring me.” She admits, “Tell me what’s going on my love. I want to help you.”

“You deserve more than this Paige.” You choke out in between sobs, you’re hyperventilating now, your body shaking in your girlfriends arms but she continues to hold you tight and close.

“But I want you. I love you.” She pulls away from you slightly so she can look you in your eyes and she holds your face tenderly, a hand on each cheek, “You’re all I want, my beautiful girl.”

“Don’t say that.” You weep, jumping out of her lap.

“Don’t say what?”

“Don’t say I’m beautiful. Don’t say any of it. It’s not true.” You cross your arms over yourself wishing you could shrink down into the smallest dimensions and eventually disappear.

“Baby, what are you saying? What’s going on?” She reaches out for you but you pull away not wanting to be touched.

Paige properly looks around your room for the first time and you watch as she notices everything and you see the cogs turning in her head as her eyes fall to your mirror, covered by a sweater. She sees the paper taped to your wall with your weight written on it followed by the harshest of words that you thought about yourself. She sees the empty alcohol bottles on your dresser and the half smoked blunt on your bedside table. And when she finally looks at you, in your oversized clothes, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, her eyes were glossy and her forehead creased as she fought back tears of her own.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but I do know that I do love you and you are beautiful and I’ll tell you that everyday until you believe it.” She says as a tear slips down her cheek.

Paige walks over to you, taking you by your hands first and kissing both of them. She pulls on the sleeves of your sweater and you reluctantly let her pull it over your head so your just standing there in your bra. You close your eyes not wanting to see her reaction to your body, the thought of it made you sick. You felt her lips press to your stomach and she peppered kisses up your torso, “My beautiful baby.” She mumbled against your skin as she continued to kiss over your chest and onto your neck.

She took you to your bed, laying you down and she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your joggers, pulling them off, exposing your legs. You wanted to grab the sheet and cover yourself up but her mouth met your thigh and she pecked it gently, moving over the the other, “So perfect.” She breathed, the tips of her fingers trailing down your legs.

You lay on your bed, eyes closed, tears streaming out and you feel Paige hover above you, “Look at me baby.” She says softly, wiping the tears that soaked your cheeks. You flutter your eyes open and look up at Paige who’s looking down at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and care. “Please don’t shut me out. I’m here for you. Anything you need me to do, I’ll do it. I just want you to be OK. I need you to be OK. You’re everything to me.” She says, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Can you just hold me tonight?” You sniffle. “Of course.”

Paige lays on your bed, pulling you into her arms, she presses her lips to your head before her fingers find your hair and she runs through it gently, “You’re gonna be OK.” She whispers comfortingly. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

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a/n: i wrote this so tired so forgive any mistakes 😭 already want to write a part 2 🥺🥺

[vxsellie]

domestic gf! ellie

summary. random headcannons about living a small, domestic life with ellie as your girlfriend

notes. nothing makes me happier than domesticity so it was only a matter of time before i made smth like this ! also i haven't made any 'headcannon' posts yet so the setup might be ass bc i fr have no idea what im doing ,, to make up for it i made the post super aesthetic & i'm obsessed w it now xx

warnings. some mentions of sex, it's not necessarily smut it's just the act of loving someone intimately & sometimes being super horny !! overall, this is almost pure fluff though i swear ◡̈

𐙚 first and foremost, ellie def prefers a little life over anything huge or extravagant. she'd take a long morning in bed with u over the met gala any day.

𐙚 something about sun rays filing through dusty shudders makes her heart swell.

𐙚 dirty dishes in the sink, wrinkled bed sheets, cluttered countertops, half-finished home decor, crumples papers, miasma from the bathroom trashcan, that one light you both always forget to shut off. she loves it, all of it.

𐙚 but what she loves most about this life of yours is you.

𐙚 waking up in the morning to see your body sprawled across her chest, a stained band tee clinging to you'd body.

𐙚 hearing you hum songs in the shower while she brushes her teeth at the sink.

𐙚 coming up to wrap her arms around your waist while you cook dinner after a long day of irritable coworkers and snobby customers. then, following that, being able to look across the table at you as you complain about your own day, the taste of your burnt cooking on her tongue.

𐙚 going to the grocery store with you early in the morning after waking to find you're out of cereal for breakfast, both of you insisting you'd thought the other agreed to buy it.

𐙚 your lidded eyes squinting as you read the price tag, leaning heavily on the shopping cart. you're both hungry and tired and annoyed, but have no energy to argue, instead opting to ignore your shared frustration and find solace in the other rather than anger.

𐙚 ellie loading the new groceries onto the conveyor belt while you sleepily fumble with your wallet, still smiling and making conversation with the grocer despite everything.

𐙚 then, getting home and being able to eat your newly purchased cereal, your head leaning on her shoulder as you're both curled up on the couch in front of the tv.

𐙚 ellie oftentimes likes to sit at her desk, scribbling little drawings or entries into her journal while you fill your head with your own random hobbies.

𐙚 she drives you crazy when she taps her pencil against the surface of the desk.

𐙚 the two of you have argued over that a few times, actually. you shouting at her for how annoying the repetitive sound is while she tries to explain that she doesn't even realize she's doing it (though, you don't believe that for a second).

𐙚 over time, however, you've learned to just put on your headphones whenever she journals, the habit becoming as natural to you as drumming her pencil is to ellie.

𐙚 whenever either of you are on your period, the other is certain to be synced, both of you hurting and angry and craving random foods you can't remember the names of. that week is either the worst of your lives, spent arguing and fighting and sobbing; or it's the best, spent singing together in the shower and cooking new recipes and laughing together at ellie's unfunny dad jokes.

𐙚 then, following that week, ovulation hits and you're both completely different people.

𐙚 after you just spent days upon days of working through agonizing pain, you're now unable to think of anything aside from ripping the other's clothes off.

𐙚 dinners go uneaten as she eats you out atop the counter instead; rooms go unswept as you pin her against the nearest wall with an animalistic fervor; her drawings go unfinished as she gets distracted by the girl lying naked in your bed, fingers finding other ways to occupy themselves.

𐙚 ellie has seen you in every state.

𐙚 with greasy unkempt hair, unshaved (everywhere), stained clothing you deem to be 'clean enough', dirt under your nails, unbrushed teeth in the morning.

𐙚 but she doesn't care. she'll still run her fingers through your hair, still rub soothing circles into spiky skin, still strip stained clothes off of you just as desperately, still hold your dirtied hands, still kiss you on the mouth without a care in the world.

𐙚 sometimes, ellie will write songs & ask for your opinion on them.

𐙚 of course, you always tell her how good they are and how proud you are of her. but sometimes you mentally cringe at certain lines or wince at a off-key note.

𐙚 but you love her enough to lie to her face with a curt smile.

𐙚 and even more than that, you love seeing her happy and proud of herself. the sight of her toothy grin and twinkling eyes makes it all worth it.

𐙚 plus, eighty percent of the time, her songs are super fucking good and you're stuck by the passion and care she puts into writing them. the gentility in her intricate fabrication of certain notes and pitches makes your heart stutter. the way her entire body work alongside the guitar with such delicacy that you're sure the two have merged into one tangible being.

𐙚 see, ellie is enamored by the simple things you do ⎯ the way you rip a brush through your hair in the mornings, the gentle whistle you do while cooking or cleaning or doing chores, the fact that you seem to be incapable of making the bed in the morning, the way you always leave your shared shampoo uncapped, the pursing of your lips as you try a new recipe you wanted to try & aren't sure whether you like.

𐙚 these are the things she loves most about you. the things that make her excited to live the rest of her life with you, greasy hair and all.

⊹ ࣪ ˖𐙚 taglist : @luvsturniolo @zombieegirl

[stars4gojo]

Coming Home

Dad!Gojo x Fem!reader, they have girl twins and also adopted tsumiki & megumi, just pure fluff a little angst if you squint your eyes, very domestic and cute!

And I’m sorry if I’m coming home too late🤍

Gojo Satoru was put on this earth to have children and be a father. No one believed him when he said he would take in Toji Zenin’s children in high school, and no one definitely believed him when he announced that you were pregnant with his child, who actually turned out to be children - two gorgeous twin girls.

At first, Gojo didn’t really get it when he told people he had been blessed with four girls, including you and Megumi. They'd always pat him on the back and joke about how tough it must be for him and Megumi to deal with four emotional girls, even suggesting he sneak away for a break. He'd just furrow his brow, not fully grasping their point. He was content with his life as it was.

I mean, It was challenging when he'd return home from a tiring mission only to find chaos. The toddlers causing trouble, Tsumiki experimenting with makeup on Megumi's face while a Taylor Swift song blared loudly in the background that he knows you picked. And one of those days, he let his emotions get the best of him, storming into the living room to vent about the mess, the noise, and how Megumi was being treated like a personal doll.

After letting off steam, he left for a calming bath. And when he returned to the living room to apologise for his sudden outburst, he found the room to be squeaky clean, the kids already in bed and a huge card on the dining table with his face sloppily drawn on it with a note that read "Sorry Dad D:" 

His eyes welled with tears as he made his way to kiss his precious girls in apology.

Then there were the days when you and the girls all had your periods synced up, and Gojo learned to tiptoe around the house to avoid setting anyone off, which could be done just by breathing the “wrong way” according to Tsumiki. So, on those days, him and Megumi would sneak out, returning with everyone’s cravings so you could all cuddle together (much to Megumi’s dismay) for a cozy family movie night. 

And those small moments - like when you sweetly call him from the bathroom all clean and ready for the night, only to ask him to clear the hair from the drain. And as gross as the task is, the way you cling to his side afterward, giving him a refreshing kiss on the cheek and calling him your "knight in shining armor" makes it all worthwhile.

Through it all, Gojo realized that despite the ups and downs, life with his five precious girls - and his quietly adoring son was in fact a blessing. This truth hit home every time he received a picture from you during his missions, like the one he got right now,  where you’re all wearing matching pajamas and headbands, with a cheeky text that read 

“We’ve got another one for you, come home soon? :p” 

He can’t wait to exorcise this curse to wear the matching hello kitty pyjamas if it means he can be with his favourite people in the world. 

More of my work!

Authors note: finalyyyy wrote an actual good piece (I think) feedback is always appreciated and also I wanna make friends on here so comment to be mutuals! :pp

[angelforstyles]

Lonely (together) Chapter One

Lillian’s POV

My stomach hurts, I should eat something, but I can’t move. I can’t open my eyes, I took painkillers, but I still feel the pain come and go in sync with my heartbeat. I have a migraine every month routine, and if i was very stressed every two weeks for four days. That life, right? My phone is buzzing, and it’s making me feel sick. Shit, I try to reach the bathroom,just two more steps. Done. Throwing up with tears all over my cheeks. So dizzy, i stayed for fifteen minutes than wash my face. Simple tasks just do it. Return to my bed, then incoming call. Jolly, one of my best friends. Answer, don’t. I pick up. “Haaayyy, you didn’t answer, are you in?” What she’s talking about, her voice makes my head hurt more. “What?" “Damn girl, are you sick?” "No, just woke up." “Great, we’re going to celebrate with no occasion, coming right?” “I don’t think i feel good. Sorry, Joll," “please? Been while since we've all been free." “Sorry, I can't, my period coming I don't feel very good” , “shit sorry, do you need me to came?” “No i got it, thanks though”, “i love you if you need me just text me okay?” “Okay” “promise?” “Promise, have fun”.

My phone fell from my hand. My eyes hurt, and I’m so hungry. I set up until I can stand I walk to the kitchen, pull a water bottle, and drink it. It’s Friday, and I have to go work tomorrow. I already took two days off. I eat leftover pasta. Disgusting, since when has this been in the fridge? I went back to sleep. Tomorrow the headache should be less painful.

I woke up with a painful body. Did I kill someone in my past life, and I’m being punished? Already got my period and my stomach hurting; the headache seems gone, but my body is hurting "uugghhh.” I need to go to work I can’t skip three days straight. I took some painkillers. Shower, dressing, crying. My chest hurts from crying. It’s fine, just a couple hours. I put on concealer; nobody wants to see Banda at work; my hair is already dry. I don’t want to wear a lot of makeup so I can sleep faster when I come back. I need coffee or I will die. I have no coffee at home and need to buy it. Put shoes on “just couple hours hold it.” I wore comfy pants and a hoodie. It’s Jun, but damn, I'm so cold. Live in D.C. and wear hoodies? Crazy.

I work at the newspaper and do nothing at the same time, they don’t use what I write but keep me writing, stupid. I walk it’s just 20 minutes walking. I could use some fresh air. My head hurts a little, not much, but my body is killing me. I need to find stronger pills.

Slow day, and I hate it. I went to buy some groceries, and I need to eat. I feel like I’m going to faint. I grab grips, strawberries, berries, slices of bread, cereal, milk, pasta, and heavy cream. I need to come back for water and coffee. I opened my apartment door, put them, and went out again to grab coffee and water. I can’t make anything at home; I’m so tired, and I can’t eat something heavy now. I stopped and think a bit. I just don’t know what I want to eat. I give up and go back home. I took a water bottle and went to my room to wash my body, face, and wear panties and a t-shirt. Trying to sleep since I couldn’t think of something to eat. I feel a little safe, my tears so hot on my face. My chest hurts so bad. I don’t know why I have to live like that; there is no purpose to live now. I graduated college this summer. I moved to a new apartment. I have friends when I never thought I would. But I still feel nothing but pain. I can’t even contact people properly without freaking out and want to cry and hide. I still got panic attacks. I still have nightmares. I will never be normal. I’ve never been one.

Something grabs my hand and covers my mouth; I can’t see it, i can’t scream. It hurts, but I don’t know where.

"Angel, help me.” I try to move. I need to help my sister; she’s in danger. "Angel, please, it hurts me. Help me.” I need to tell her to run. I need to—I wake up in heavy breathing with a little scream. I couldn’t help her, and now she’s gone. "No, no, no, please," I hug my pillow and cry harder. I need my inhaler. I need it. I can’t breathe. I tried to find it, but it’s too dark, and I am crying. I opened the flashlight, and I inhaled, one, two. Breath breath. I looked at my phone. It’s just 7:18. When did I come home? I only slept two hours. I got up and washed my face. I pull the sheets out; I need to refresh. My bed looks painful on the eyes; I put them in the washing machine. I heated the milk and put cereal. I need something and I can’t figure it out. I eat on the couch and I'm still crying. I heard my phone I get up to my room. The girls are going out to have dinner. Unusual. Should I go? I need to go out; it’s been three weeks since I got somewhere else, then work and grocery.

Jolly : I’m hungry and still have energy to eat out, let eat together

Meiie : I’m free too!!! Let’s go

Jolly : anyone else?

Sarah : YES, I need distraction

Amielia : I’m sooo in

Me : I’m in too.

Jolly : location.

I return to the couch grab the cereal and eat it. My apartment is just a one bedroom and living room with an open kitchen. I need my privacy even when the rent is a bit expensive. I graduated, Jolly and Amielia took house and lived with each other next to Meiie and her boyfriend. Sarah too lives with her boyfriend. They told me to move with them but I couldn’t live with anyone anymore. We were roommates in college. Basically i moved with them when they already on their second year. They were already friends so i felt out of the place all the time. It was just a month then they invite me whenever something happens. Until we become friends. I graduated early. I took summer classes because there is nowhere to go and I have no place to stay in the summer except the camp.

I decided what i wanted to wear, black shorts and a red tight t-shirt. I looked at the mirror. “What..” white pale skin, high cheekbones, sleepy blue eyes, my dimples are slightly visible since I’m not smiling, it’s been a while since I saw them, fully pale pink lips and so black so long curly hair with a bang around my face. but since when is my body that skinny? I don’t eat much but there is no way i look that horrible. I change to black buggy pants and white long sleeve shirt. This is better. Concealer and blush and gloss. I wanna put eyeliner on but i have no energy to take it off. I wore high heels and took my red bag, i put napkins, gloss, powder, inhaler, and knife. I feel unsafe, just in case. The restaurant 15 minutes. Good. I arrived at 9:15. Good.

The girls already have drinks, and the boyfriends are there too. Amielia’s boyfriend is Rayan, her brother's best friend. Jolly’s boyfriend is Jack Amielia’s brother. Mess. There was a war between them but they made it. Sharah’s boyfriend, William. And never forget Meiie with her boyfriend Loca, he’s Rayan’s and William's friend.

All of them businessmen except Jack working with his father. They are so rich and powerful. Make my stomach shiver. I wish I could be that independent. I slowly walk to the table. I want to go home. I love them, but there are a lot of people on the table I want to throw up. “Hiiii finally, I thought you would never come,” Amie said while she’s hugging me. No, please don’t touch me. So close. “I said I’m coming.” Sarah hugged me too. “She’s joking, baby.” Sarah always brings me back to reality. “I miss you; it’s been ages since we saw you,” Meiie said. Jolly, hold my shoulders and look at me in the eyes. “How are you feeling now?” “I’m good, don’t worry, thanks.” I’m not good at all, and I want to cry. She hugged me so hard, and I think she can feel my heart beat going crazy. I smiled at the men. They all in their early 30s except Jack, who’s 29? I set between Joll and Am.

“Wanna order a drink first?” I don’t drink, but Joll always asks me like the answer is going to change. “No, food." "Yeah, let’s order. My palms sweating, I don’t know what to order, and I don’t think I can even eat. my turn so soon. “I want pasta,” my voice so low. "What, Ms?.” “Pasta,“ I said so loudly. I don’t think it was loud, but I don’t ever raise my voice; I think I always mumbled. I’m not sure what the normal voice is. “Anything else, Lillian?” Joll voice pulls me out of my head. “Huh?” “He asked you, do you want anything else?” “N-no thanks” “drink?” The waiter asked me, and I shook my head no. I need my bed. I want to hide. I want to cry. “You okay?” Sarah asked me. No, “Yeah, I need the restroom.” I push back my chair, I need to close my eyes, they hurt. I lock the door. I can’t cry. I supposed to be having fun. Why am I always like that? I set in the ground while my back was on the door. I heard a soft knock on the door. "Busy,” my voice shaking. “It’s me" Am voice. “give me a minute.” I washed my hands, put some powder under my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door. “Hey baby,” why do they always call me baby? I hate it. “Hi, you okay?” I asked, “Yeah, wanna make sure you okay?" “I’m, don’t worry, let’s go back.”

We get back to the table. I don’t really know what they are talking about, but I smile and shake my head until the food arrives. "Liliy,” Ame calls me, “hm?” “How is the work going?” All the eyes on me, silent. Why are they looking at me? I can’t talk shit. “Um” I smiled and shook my head. Yes, what the hell is that? "Good,” my eyes on my food. “is there drama?” Joll now, "hmm,” shook my head no. Can’t you talk? weak. Stop please. My head plays games with me at the wrong time. “Have you seen a cute guy? If not, you know there is blind date” Sarah said and winked. Nooo, I don’t want anything blind. “No, and no thanks." I love them, and I’m happy for them. in 23 and fond the one? Wow. I’m 21 but still never ever date anyone. A lot of reasons, number one: boys love and like my look, but when they try to talk to me, I run. Yes, I physically run. The girls know I never dated anyone, and they are trying with me to make my love life exciting. But I am so scared and can’t trust anyone except myself and the four girls at this table.

“Maybe you are lesbian." Joll said, “I’m not,"  “we will love you always. You have my word.” Sarah now said, “I. am. not." I really don’t know why they always push me with that. “Okay, but if you want someone, tell me, and we will help you get him,” Mia said. "Okay,” I mumbled, wanting to end the conversation. They get into another conversation. I have never wanted someone else more than the charming characters in my books. I will give anything to have one of them I’m basically in love with them. I always swim in my book’s world and put myself in a really unenviable state of mind, it’s makes me float and cry and laugh like I’m really living in the book. Wired. My head is always telling me that it must be true. “Why you’re not eating?” Ame said. Shit, I forgot I’m even out of my apartment. “Wait for the food to get a bit cold,” seriously? “I think it’s so cold now. Do you want to order another?” What no, I can’t afford it. "No, it’s fine." I eat a little and almost throw it up. What's wrong with me? It’s just pasta. I love pasta. I ate a little more, but I couldn’t make it to the half. We paid and said goodbye, and I walked home. A year ago, there were stalker who always sent me messages about how close he is and how I would fit perfectly with him. I was living with the girls, so one day someone tried to come inside our room, and the police came and arrested him. I couldn’t sleep for days, and when I slept, I was getting nightmares. So since then I can’t walk normally without looking like a choked cat. I arrived at my apartment. Go to sleep.

I couldn’t sleep, so I took my sketchbook and I drew some butterflies and raver. Always wanted to live around a raver away from the city. I came from London, I didn’t want to stay there, it makes me sad and scared.

I finished and took a book I already read, but I need to do something since I can’t sleep. It’s 4:30 and I need to go to work by 9. Long time to waste. I opened Amazon to order some books, but why don't I go and buy them? “Tomorrow after work” Okay. Okay. I need time to sleep. I went to work, I went to buy books, and now it's 9:30 and I’m dying to sleep, but too scared. How can I?. I went to bed eventually. I wish I sleep in peace.

“Leave my hands, Angel, please. I have to go."  “Please stop doing this, Hop. I need you” I said, and I can’t see anything. “He will stop doing that to us if I do that” she dropped my hands. "No, please, Hop Please” I wake up screaming and sweating. “Why” I cry while I hug my pillow. I need her, and I can’t reach her.

I get up, wash my body, and face drink coffee with chocolate. Get ready to go to work. Simple task.

Shit day at work, I walk for an hour. I don’t want to go home yet. I need to breathe, and I can't. There is something in my chest, and if I keep mys—ugh, that hurts. What the hell? Something hit my shoulder. "Oh, sorry, I’m really sorry, are you okay?” British accent? What if someone fallsows me from there? I need to run. I didn’t look up, I just needed to run. I started breathing heavily, but I couldn’t move. “Are you okay?" No, I don’t know that voice. I looked up and saw the prettiest eyes, green eyes, pink lips, beautiful noise, and long brown curls. Breathtaking. “You look pale, are you okay?” He’s an Ang—no, no, no one an Angel. "Yes, sorry” I say. “Can I ask you something?” He said while he’s fallowing me, What if someone sent him to kill me? I opened my bag and held the knife. “Please?” I turned around and stopped. “Who sent you?” “What?” “Who?” my eyes full of tears. “No one? I just wanted to apologize and ask you about your name, you look familiar."  He knows me shit. “I’m not” "what’s your name?” "what's yours?"  "Harry.” I looked at him, but no, I definitely don’t know him. He looks like a dream, gorgeous and tall, and my neck hurts because I’m looking up. "Lillian” I mumbled, “beautiful name.” Yes i chose it. He’s so beautiful i wanna touch his cheeks and sketch his face.

I looked down, he was wearing a black suit and black shirt unbuttoned from his chest a bit down. There are tattoos peeking, but my tears make my vision blurry. I turned and walked. I actually ran until I arrived at my apartment. I opened the building door, small hallway, stairs, then my apartment. I set on the stairs with my head on my hands and crying without a voice.

There is no one else in this building, I don’t know why. Meiie's boyfriend rents it to me. Luca tells Meiie I go to his office and sign whatever. It was crowded (wasn't)—maybe 8 men? Don't know. I literally interrupted a meeting in Luca's office, I didn’t look around, I was terrified. Luca told me to wait outside, then he sent someone to hand me the papers that I couldn’t read because of my tears. I take pictures of it though.

Good job embarrassing yourself.

I opened the door and looked around. Is there someone else here? I have my knife in my hand, and I look around. Nothing. Just the bathroom know, I opened it and looked around, nothing, the bathtub, nothing. I stripped, opened the hot water, got inside, and cried myself until I felt my head start hurting and my vision so blurry. I went out, put on some lotion, did my hair, and wore panties and a t-shirt. Eat pancakes and drink coffee. Its just 7 p.m. I went to bed even though I’m not sleeping.

Harry’s POV

I open my eyes to turn off the alarm, wash my face, I don't bother getting dressed except for my underwear, I go for a run around my house in the garden for an hour, shower, breakfast, get ready, go to my first meeting of the day with Loca, I own a security company and everyone in the meeting even Loca is waiting for me to provide security for their next deal, it's not the first time I do it but it will be a good return for the company (not that I want more money I have enough to buy half the earth), I park my car in the parking lot, I go to Loca's office, I really don't want to be here all I want is my office. I open the door and they are waiting for me. Loca tells his assistant not to interrupt the meeting.

They start the meeting and I am just there to listen without participating. Suddenly the door opens and silence falls in the office, all eyes are on the door because no one opens the door of a CEO's office like that let's be honest. White shoes with pink socks, shorts that reach halfway down the thighs, and trembling hands holding the red bag as if it were the only source of oxygen, a red top with a jacket? It is the middle of May, tired eyes filled with tears, she did not look at anyone in the room except Loca, for a moment I thought she was Loca's girlfriend but he shouted at her to wait outside. The meeting ended and they all left. "So this is the girlfriend huh" i said.

"Her best friend", "why in earth your girlfriend's best friend coming to you crying" i said dryly. "I think her eyes always like that. She needs a place and I'm renting her my old building, Meie asked me to rent it to her." He said looking in my eyes.

"Doing good things" i said then i got up and took the elevator. I drove to my office and couldn't stop thinking about her.

It's 6 pm and I didn't get out my office. The picture of her all over my head. It's been a week and i still couldn't take her out of my mind and there is just an idea flying around my head and I couldn't not catch it. I start digging about the girl. Her name Lilian Halford. No middle name nothing before age 18 not even one information. My head hurts l've never ever not found what I want. She studied English literature, worked three jobs at one time for two years, took a summer school and finished early. No relatives. No social media accounts. No personal public photos not even in her friends accounts. Never traveled just one time and it was from London to D.C. at 18.

"What the fuck" my head in my hands I can't find anything else. I went home but couldn't sleep. I need to see her again or my head gone explode if i keep thinking of her.

After two weeks of trying to find any information i went into some Files from the British government, it was the only thing left to me to try since she's coming from London.

My hands sweating, it 2 am and I'm at the couch, took me 6 hours to have access to those files. I typed her name, there is her name— "what? No way" her real name or old name Angel Jezebel Rose, her father.. everyone knows her father. The one who killed his wife and his little boy then shot a bullate on his head and left his 18 year old son with two 13 year old girls. That was all over the news back then. "Went to fosters?" When she turned 16 went to foster, not that but her big brother and twin sister died? Her brother overdosed and her sister— "shit shit shit" my eyes hurt I didn't notice that my tears were falling.

"What the fuck" I can't keep looking my chest hurts. I tried to sleep but i couldn't. It's 6 am and I'm still up, I opened my laptop and looked again. Her parents were addicted and she had three siblings, her parents were arrested for assaulting their children, twice. There are photos? Shit / can't click on it.. no I can't no. i did. A little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes her face was red from crying with bruises all over her, the other picture was a little girl— my chest hurts so much how can I kill somebody already dead? A black hair with bruises on her face, chest, neck brace, and broken arm. The record says the blonde girl who called Hop was getting insulted by her father and her mother for no reason, when the black hair girl who called Angel tried to defend her sister. The sister hid and called the police,

the other girl kept getting beaten by her parents. The girls were 9 years old, and the mother was pregnant, both the parents were using drugs for 24/7. The police released them after they signed a pledge. I closed my laptop and walked around the living room. I need something strong to drink, i looked at the clock but it's 7 am i will go for a run.

It's 9:15 and I'm in my office i need to sleep and work. But I can't stop thinking of her and I can't work, i pulled her location and drove to. I sit in the car in the front street. The building door opens, and there she is. So beautiful face with black long waves and curls, hoodie and black pants. "Who the fuck wore hoodies in the middle of summer?" Her face looks so delicious to touch and kiss— "what the fuck I'm thinking of" she looks around then walks, stops in front of coffee shop but she didn't go inside, she start biting her lip, and look down to her shoes.

She walks and stops again and looks at the coffee shop again.

So fucking cute, she walked again then stopped and looked back and got inside the coffee shop "finally wasn't so hard to decide whether to take or not a fucking cup of coffee" she starts running until she stopped in front of her work building.

I stayed in my car until 3 pm, I want my bed so bad. she come out and walking to grocery store then to her apartment, she stumbled and fell on her ass, got up and turned around to clean her pants but her face was full of tears, and my heart sank i wanna hold her.

I'm in the middle of fucking business dinner and i wanna sleep,

"so Harry, have you looked at my new offer?" No i was looking at my girl. " yes and I don't like it's, if you need my protection you gonna give me what i want" I didn't even bother asking what his offer was. And what the fuck with my girl? Really?

Two weeks later, I couldn't hold myself back, I want her now.

Trying to keep everything normal as I followed her after her work, I didn't plan to hit her shoulder that hard but her body was too delicate for my touch. Her face was filled with fear, it made my stomach flip and regret rise up inside me. She even thought that someone sent me? Is someone following her? It wasn't the first time so she was asking me if I was sent by someone?

Please tell me what you think :3

[mystargirl-interlude]

𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳

Billy Hargrove x singer!reader

Living in Hawkins is probably the most boring thing possible but it has its perks.

I woke up to the screeching of my alarm at 7:30 am letting me know I have to get up to go to school, I sit up and see my cat stretching and yawning as it seems it also awoke to my alarm.

Groaning I get up and start getting ready for the day, thankful that it's a Friday for one reason it's the weekend and the other is that I go to the bars open mic nights. I've made good friends with the regulars already.

As I'm brushing my hair I hear the honking of Steve's car outside my house.

"Shit shit shit shit shit!"

Running out barefoot with only socks on, my bag over my shoulder and my sneakers in my hand I get in the backseat of his car.

"Hey nance!"  I greet Nancy

"Morning y/n!" Steve and Nancy reply in sync

"Well aren't you a lovely disaster this morning" Steve teases

"Fuck you i had to shower " I reply laughing

As we pull up to the school I managed to pull myself together and not look homeless.

Last night wasn't one of the best. My mother suffers from a handful of mental illness one of those being bipolar disorder and there are times where she can hate my guts and other times where she acts like nothing happened, she's had one of her episodes last night and screamed at me for my room being messy and threw my mirror at me making it shatter into a million pieces.

On Monday we got a new student his name was billy and he came from California. What is he doing here? I have to fucking idea. We didn't exactly have the best first interactions I guess? On his first day he's befriended Tommy and his group. Unfortunately for me I wasn't my nicest looking as the night before I had another argument with my mom which led to her kicking me out of the house so I went to school the next morning red eyes and a messy bun.

Monday morning

When I arrived on school on Monday Tommy and his group were staring at me. Im popular but not how you think. I don't have a large group of friends nor am I rich. Through all the hate I received throughout my childhood I have made a promise to never give hate no matter how much I receive. I don't have 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 with anyone in this school. At least not that I know of.

"Hey y/l/n you good?" I hear carol ask

I turn to look her way and see her friends and the new kid staring at me

"Uh- yeah, just hard night, you know" I replied

Carol might seem like a total bitch but she isn't once you befriend her, she's known of my home life for a while now

I take another glance at the new kid once again and we end up making eye contact for what seems like forever until I enter the actual school.

Present time

Me Nancy and Steve walked into the school and going out separate ways as we all the different classes, I head to my seat in the back of the class and start doodling in my journal watching the class fill up as the bell rings.

Keeping my eyes on my journal I see someone out of the corner of my eye take the desk next to me.

"Hey y/l/n" i hear the voice of billy say as I look up

"Hey, morning" I reply smiling

"What're you drawing?" He asked with a small smirk playing on his lips

"oh, just doodles to pass time" I reply slightly inhaling as he gets closer to see

I'm enjoying the time we spend talking until some girl next to him gets his attention by whining his name and then proceeds to ask him out.

Slightly upset that he chose to ignore me I turn my attention to the window showing the outside track by the gym.

This class period is one of the longest classes I have being 3 hours long so that gives me time to work on random things, I've been writing this song since last week labeling it "mirrorball" as mirrorball was the original name of a ball covered in shattered pieces of a mirror before getting the name "disco ball" as they were used in the 70s at discos

While finishing last minute things on the song I see billy look at my journal through the corner of my eye.

Quickly not sparing him a glance I close my journal just in time as the bell rings and being the first one out of the class

"Y/n!" I hear billy yell

Turning around I reply "hey?"

"Sorry about earlier uh yeah " he says scratching his neck

"Why?"

"Oh cause you know, Emma"

"Oh that! Yeah don't worry about it" I fake smile

It's awkward silence for about 5 seconds

"Um sorry I'm gonna head to class" I say walking away before he can respond

Time skip

As I make my way inside my house I hear the phone start ringing, rushing to it I answered

"Hey y/n" I hear on the other side of the phone that it's Eddie

"Oh hey Ed's! Are you ready for tonight?" I ask him because he is the keys during my set

"Yep, so do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yeah that would be great see you then!"

Changing into my outfit for tonight it's a flowy purple dress with ruffles and bell sleeves pretty much giving a hippie fairy is what I hoping for

<3

Me and Eddie arrive to the bar a bit before I go on to set up and try to get there before it gets busy

After setting up I begin seeing people start to pour in as the sun sets, unfortunately I still have a quick sound check before.

Making my way to the bathroom I see billy sitting at the bar with Emma with his tongue practically down her throat

Part two https://www.tumblr.com/mystargirl-interlude/721670506571513856/%F0%9D%91%AD%F0%9D%91%B6%F0%9D%91%B9-%F0%9D%91%AD%F0%9D%91%B9%F0%9D%91%AC%F0%9D%91%AC-bh

[morganwrites12672]

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: You and your girlfriend's cycles sync up one month.

Warnings/Tags: Kate Bishop x Reader (Romantically) Established relationship, Clint Barton x reader (platonic), Clint Barton x Kate Bishop (platonic), Female!Reader, mentions of blood, Menstrual cycles, shit every girl goes through EVERY month, cursing

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Shit.

You realized you were almost out of tampons. You had enough to last a few more hours. You really didn't want to have to go to the store while bleeding. Hell, you didn't want to leave your apartment while bleeding.

You walk into the living room and see Kate. She's laying in an odd position. Very odd.

"Kate, we are about to run out of tampons," You tell her. As the words leave your mouth so does a slight whimper when a cramp hits. Bloody hell. That's exactly what this felt like and looked like.

"So go buy more, the CVS is like two blocks away," Kate says with a groan. It was then that you realized something. You both always started your period within three days of the other. You had started four days ago.

"I'm on my period," you whine. Kate groans.

"You're not the only one,"

"Why did I have to be a lesbian," you groan and sit in the love seat next to your girlfriend.

"Yeah! I mean straight girls just have their boyfriends do it." Kate sits up and grabs a midol tablet.

She frowns and takes one before throwing the now empty bottle at you. This day couldn't get any beter.

"We go together?" Kate asks. Neither one of you wanted to go to the store while bleeding.

"Fuck," you grumble with a nod. Kate gets up and you go to find your purse. At least it wasn't super cold.

You and Kate exit the apartment and walk to the CVS. It was only a few blocks away. It could be worse, having to walk from the old apartment you two shared was almost 12 blocks.

You both finally enter the store and go straight for the feminine hygiene aisle. You have to drop your lovers hand to pick out the right size.

"Fuck, what size do we usually get?" Kate grumbles. She hates having to buy products, it was a total nightmare. It was hard to remember which brand and what size based on what day

"Light, regular, and super," you tell her. Better safe then sorry.

"Ooh," Kate mumbles as she spots the chocolate section. She smiles before grabbing several of each. She ventures off to find midol.

You spot Clint and he waves. You give him a smile before waving back. Kate returns upon seeing her idol

"Hello Clint," she says. He smiles back at her.

"Lovely week I see," he jokes referring to the tampons, chocolate, and midol you both had picked out.

"Not funny," you grunt and Clint smiles, "I think it was hilarious," was his snide reply before going off to find whatever he came for.

"Let's go," Kate said as you both ran off to the register.

Every month might such, like crazy, but at least you had each other

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[johns-prince]

Wanna make it a point that I've never actually sat down and watched the 2019 Rocketman movie, but I do know enough that The Beatles are mentioned and hinted at throughout the film, not to mention there's a bit where it appears that Elton got the rest of his stage name (Elton John) from the John of The Beatles but but but but the important one at least the most important to me that I for some reason remember quite vividly despite not watching this movie once, and been thinking very hard about, is this one scene:

Here if you want to watch the scene yourself.

And while the lines in the script were changed a bit, and those who were saying like one or two line changed, like the ''living and working together'' changed to just ''living together'' which I do find rather interesting, but otherwise that one line remained unchanged from script to acting out:

RAY

Whoever heard of song writers not

living and working together. Lennon

and McCartney are inseparable.

You can read the script here, find this on page 39.

The fact that Lennon and McCartney, their legendary collaborative partnership, being brought up here, of all times. Specifically because while you can't pick up intonation from the script, how Dick asks them if they're flatmates suggests a bit of leering, underhanded silent question ''are you two as men living together, y'know, as queers."

You can even see the guarded expression on Elton's face when this is asked, only to be relieved and softened when Bernie answers clearly with a "No, we live with our mums."

It's after that, and after the same man states ''whoever heard of two song writers not living together'' (the 'living and working together' was replaced with only 'living together' in the movie, which I think is also curious) that Ray, the man advocating for these two, responds seriously with "Yes, Lennon and McCartney are inseparable."

Lennon and McCartney are inseparable. Not were, but are.

If I've got my timelines right for this movie, and if my little bit of research is correct, Elton John and Bernie Taupin got started together in 1967. That means this scene here is during 1967.

Ya'll. If you know your McLennon history, 1967 is like, peak McLennon, it's peak free love Lennon-McCartney.

It was said that during 1967, John was most often found visiting and staying long periods at Paul's house:

“I was fortunate enough to see them together many times in the late 60’s, and have always been fascinated by what I saw/heard: they finished each other’s sentences, laughed together, just seemed totally in sync. I was a 15-year-old girl, but I did notice that about the two of them and will never forget it.”

“We used to go to Paul’s house in the afternoon. John often went there, George and Ringo went too, but John went more often. Then they would go to the studios. Some people would stay to see them leave the house and others would be at the studios to see them arrive.” Lizzie Bravo, apple scruff, on John and Paul [x]

Even as George said it, “...the crucible was in 1967 [sic; 1957] when John and Paul became a duo.” [x]

Listen, I know this movie isn't necessarily strictly on-the-money accurate or precise, and that it is a 'musical biographical fantasy drama about Elton John' but but but it's the fact that this would be considered something to even have said or mentioned, in the kind of way it was, in the kind of moment in that scene, which is happening in 1967.

We have it being said: Lennon and McCartney are inseparable.

You could say it's subtle enough that no one would really notice, right? That it makes sense for Paul and John to be brought up as a comparison to Bernie and Reggie (Elton) with other mentions of Beatles influence scattered and briefly highlighted in early and young Elton John's start off breakthrough years.

Though if you're a real Beatlemaniac, a real Mclennon Truther, and you watch this scene, and catch the tone of the manager's voice hinting at something in 'flatmates' and the look on his face as he brings up the not-so-subtle-accusation-question, and then with Lennon and McCartney being labeled as noticeably inseparable to those working in the industry, as a vocal agreement with ''who ever heard of song writing partners not living together'' and an example as such.

It was said that during 1967, John was most often found visiting and staying long periods at Paul's house:

“I was fortunate enough to see them together many times in the late 60’s, and have always been fascinated by what I saw/heard: they finished each other’s sentences, laughed together, just seemed totally in sync. I was a 15-year-old girl, but I did notice that about the two of them and will never forget it.”

��We used to go to Paul’s house in the afternoon. John often went there, George and Ringo went too, but John went more often. Then they would go to the studios. Some people would stay to see them leave the house and others would be at the studios to see them arrive.” Lizzie Bravo, apple scruff, on John and Paul.

While this is a fantasy/drama biographical, Elton was the executive producer of this movie, and he and his husband had been working on trying to produce a film based on his life for like, two decades. Elton John was friends with John Lennon during the 70s, and they seemed to get on rather well, Elton not having a bad thing to say about Lennon, even though the 70s were tumultuous for him. I'm not necessarily saying Elton knows anything in particular, or truly understood the deeper happenings and complicated relationship that carved up John and Paul, but I'm sure John must've talked with him about it to some extent.

As a friend of mine said as I brought this one scene up to her, while it's probably Elton poking fun at the whole McLennon conspiracy, if anyone knew about some shit going down between John and Paul, anything much more deeper and intimate than just two mates creating music and being buddy-buddy, Elton would be that someone, or at least had his own suspicions.

So I'm sure Elton must've known something, or was suspicion of something, to some degree. There had to be a relevancy for him to want to include and greenlight that line in this scene with those lines and the body language and the quiet accusation of homosexual relations going on between these two up-and-coming songwriters/musicians who actually turn out to be like, platonic soulmates themselves, and to include Lennon-McCartney between the mix and as a comparison.

"Yeah! Lennon and McCartney are inseparable."

[godsofhumanity]

I loved the latest hera hc you posted and you said you will write pure Zeus x hera hc if requested, please please write one, I am loving your hc series please please please🥺

hii thanks so much for the support!! i've gotten two asks for Zeus x Hera, and frankly i have a bit to write, so i'm going to split this into TWO PARTS-- this set will be Zeus x Hera: before marriage, and the next ask i answer will be during marriage.

here ya go, PART I (largely Zeus' perspective):

so i guess i should probably start off by explaining one of the previous hc's i've already written before which is that i don't think Zeus and Hera saw each other and it was love at first sight.

i think Hera emerged from Kronos' stomach, and like her other eaten siblings, was a bit reserved... a bit tense. it's hard to suddenly assimilate into a world that you literally just popped into.

i do like the idea that all of Zeus' siblings were quite awkward at first- i mean, they look grown up but they don't have "grown up" experiences. not immediately-- it takes time.

so i think they all just kinda stood with each other. Hera and Demeter, i think, are especially close. they bond with Metis, Hesione, and Asteria particularly- they have a sort of "girls club".

i do think Leto may have flitted in and out of this group, her main link being that Asteria was her elder sister... but i think she has a bit of a rougher, wilder side. ((i'm talking about Leto here because she's relevant to my Zeus x Hera hc's btw))

but throughout this whole period, i think Zeus and Hera are strictly siblings. friends. nothing more, nothing less. i think Hera would find Zeus quite cocky. Zeus i think would respect Hera's fierceness but that's it. also, during this time, i do believe that Zeus was fully devoted to Metis-- i mean, they were supposed to be the end goal, the king and queen of Olympus.

UNTIL. Metis dies. and that's a tragic accident that really breaks Zeus into a million tiny irreparable parts. or so he thinks.

i think after Metis, Zeus keeps his distance from EVERYONE. he can only see Kronos' terror when he sees his own reflection and that scares him. so he thinks it'd be best to isolate. never get attached.

and that works for a long time until Leto, who i think has always been close to Zeus, starts becoming more than a friend. she's sort of the only one who's been there with Zeus right from Metis' time. and so Zeus falls in love again. but i do think it's short lived, because there's a part of Zeus that just can't let go of the thing he did to Metis. and to his unborn daughter.

i think somewhere throughout all of this, Zeus and Hera and all their siblings actually start growing closer. a lot closer. they start functioning like a proper family and all of a sudden, it seems like they've all known each other right from the start. i think this is important because part of the reason why Kronos fails is because he starts thinking that everything depends on HIM... he stops trusting his family. so Zeus intends to avoid that mindset by knowing his family better so he'll be less inclined to "give up" on them.

truthfully, i think right from the start, Zeus and Hera have gotten along like a house on fire. even before their courtship... they were "attuned"... they knew each other's thoughts in one glance. they have similar fighting styles-- i think in their youth, Zeus and Hera would team up against Hades and Demeter against Hestia and Poseidon-- that's how they practiced.

no one recognises the blossoming romance between Zeus and Hera more than Rhea i think. and that worries her. in the myths, Zeus and Hera have a secret relationship because Rhea disapproved of it, and i think it's because she thought Zeus wasn't ready for it. because Zeus and Hera were so in sync it reminded her so much of herself and Kronos and she didn't want a repeat. so i think Rhea might've encouraged Zeus and Leto to be together; maybe she thought they'd end differently.

but i hc Leto to have prophetic abilities like her mother Phoebe (hence how Apollo has them too), and so i think Leto sees the future. not clearly. not all of it. but she does see very clearly that there is a woman by Zeus' side as his Queen and it isn't her. i don't believe that Hera and Leto have ever been especially close, and i do think it would have broken Leto's heart into a million pieces to learn that it wasn't her fate to be with Zeus because i do think she loved him completely; i think he was her end goal but she wasn't his... but i think even feeling all of this, she knew that that was Hera's destiny, so she tells Zeus.

i think while Zeus and Leto are together, he's already started seeing Hera in a different light, and he feels guilty about it until Leto tells him that she really is the one. and i think Leto's the one to call things off with Zeus.

and so Zeus finally lets go and pursues Hera. and that doesn't go smoothly at ALL-- compared to all the other goddesses Zeus has chased, Hera takes "playing hard to get" to a new level. but Zeus tries. he tries and he tries and he tries because he does love Hera.

from Hera's perspective, Hera never planned to like Zeus back. when he first start courting her i think she would have been incredibly bored of him... she'd have thought him to be superficial and that he'd leave her after a week, so she'd have just ignored him.

i don't think that Hera knows why Leto left Zeus. everyone thinks Zeus just bored or scared of commitment and ran away- no one knows the truth besides Zeus and Leto. so that wouldn't have helped Zeus' case.

y'know how in fiction (and actually in reality too lol i've seen it too many times), the guy the girl says "i'll never like him" ends up being the guy she gets with? that's Zeus x Hera in a nutshell.

now i have more, but this post has become lengthy i think, so i will stop there and post PART II later today.

edit: part ii here

[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤㅤ Why’d you only call me when you high? | part IV

so sorry for the delay to update, I was really out of creativity to write this, but I'm more excited now, I hope you like it.

∴ pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

why’d you only call me when you high?

Finding yourself slumped on the couch a week after your peculiar day with Aegon, you pondered an important matter: getting out. Saturday is your favorite day of the week, it's quiet enough for rest and too lively for a night out. You're not one for frequent parties and going out, but you wanted to take advantage of the period before college exams and papers arrived, so an avid battle was being waged in your mind about going out or not. Another important point about you: going out alone at night was never an option. You needed to be in someone's company to feel safe, so the options start swirling in your head until your phone screen lights up.

“are you on, babe? 😏”

Interesting.

Typing quickly, you replied:

“I need a partner, are you out tonight?”

“for you? always :)”

What about Aegon Targaryen?

Well, things were going remarkably well. A week ago the two of you were talking playfully about anything, no specifics, just ANYTHING. He was incredibly funny — as well as an incomparable flirt, but that's public knowledge — and he had really good memes. Come on, are you really complimenting a frat boy? Yes. Aegon is the bitch who sent you a dick pic when you said you were bored (not bad at all) and kept endearing you in a way. Since he wanted to be your friend, then why not test him?

“Have you ever been to rock 'n ribbs? I immediately need to breathe the air of that place.”

“I've never actually been but I've always been interested in going in, the facade is so cool.”

“It's SUPER cool! If you want to go with me, I want to accept the company.”

“I want 😏”

“So it's a date.”

It's a date... oh fuck. Why did you say that?

“Force of habit, sorry.”

“it’s okay babe.”

It wasn't force of habit, no it wasn't, you didn't used to say that and it scared both of you a little. You would have a date with Aegon Targaryen, the Aegon Targaryen, fuckboy, blonde, rich and stupid. It sounded crazy actually. He was known for not staying with the same girl for very long. But this was different, you don't want to be his girl, just a friend... or just fuck buddies. And what about Aegon? He couldn't stop thinking about you. It was almost scary, actually. The differences between you two were funny and visible, you were a responsible girl who was building a successful destiny, while he didn't have to care about that and any other shit, he was rich. But that didn't completely make it impossible for you to live together or anything else.

Anything else? You were amazing, smart, beautiful, and you fucked like a tigress. Fuck, he really fantasized about something else. A beautiful girl to show off to your friends and family. However, how hard would it be to make you fall in love with him? Was it love at first sex? He thought it wouldn't work on him. But here he was grinning as he watched you walk out of the apartment towards the luxuriously scandalous Ferrari, his baby, his darling Sunfyre.

“Hey pretty, ready to show me a good time?” he asked as he discarded the rest of the watermelon cigarette out the window.

“Take me out to dinner first, perv,” you replied humorously, putting on the bell as he synced to Spotify.

"I intend and hope your suggestion is indeed good, princess," he commented with a wink, placing his hand on your leg. Your eyes rolled back as huff came out of you, making him smirk. “You know Sunfyre don't you? But I don't think they were properly introduced."

"Who? Your car? Did you name your car?”

“Yeah, what's not to name this beauty?

“You know, if I didn't met you I'd say you were a pimp, your car is like one, but it's quite comfortable,” you said as you snuggled into the seat.

“Come on, it's not a pimp car, fuck off”, he complained indignantly, making you laugh out loud. “It is the most beautiful car you will ever see in your life.”

"I'm not saying it's done, just that it reeks of prostitution."

"Yeah, he's seen a lot of who-”

“I really don't want to know about this.”

“As you wish, ma'am, but don't worry, after you that car won't see but one bitch”, he flashed a smile before seeing your eyes narrow. “I didn't mean to call you a bitch, oh fuck, that was bad, wasn't it?”

"Terrible. Probably the worst thing I've heard”, the last part was an exaggeration, but yeah, it sucked — not that you'd expect anything different actually, Aegon was good at fucking women not being a great romantic.

“Sorry babe, I'm new to this business”, he withdrew his hand from your leg to scratch the back of his neck, putting again on your leg to strengthen the touch.

“If you didn't tell me I wouldn't guess,” your tone was a little bitter, which made him wince, but in the best possible way. He wouldn't tell you now but he loved it when your sharp tongue cut him like that.

“Well, you asked me on a date, so…” he teased, giving your leg a light squeeze.

"I didn't ask you out on a date, it was force of habit!" You snapped.

“Fuck off, ass,” you pinched his hand, knocking it off your leg.

“I know you're a good girl baby, that's why I'm in love with you. And your nice ass too, since you brought it up,” he remarked casually, looking at you sideways. It wasn't a lie, the motherfucker couldn't stop thinking about you and your ass.

“Again this matter? I already told you that you're not in love with me”, you rolled your eyes, looking at him with boredom.

“Of course I am, you're beautiful, sexy and smart, my mother would love to meet you”, that wasn’t also a lie, Alicent would easily approve of a girl like you and would probably hope that you would fix her eldest son, but that wasn't your job after all.

"I bet you say that to every girl you take out, don't you?"

“I didn't tell you that.”

“You just said.”

"But I didn't say before."

“Because you didn’t ask me out.”

"Fair."

After a few seconds, you interrupted the next thing he had to say — probably about being in love or about your hot body. “So what made you do architecture? It's a really nice area.”

Aegon shifted his gaze to the lane quickly, keeping it there as he replied, “I never knew what to do, so I took a chance. It's really hard to choose a path when you already have everything, I know, I know, I? A conscious person? Yeah, but it was either that or working at my family's business and there's no way that was going to happen, they're fucking crazy. And you? What made you choose your field?”

A small smile graced your lips, looking at the brightly lit city around him. “I also never knew what I wanted to be, I changed my decision every month and I could never find something that fully fulfilled me, or a great aspiration, so I decided to try the first thing that came along. I like what I do, so much so that I'm going to try for a master's degree after I finish the course, but I would have liked to have had the chance to know more about myself before making the choice.”

“I know that feeling,” he said. “I never fit in or saw myself in something, unlike my brothers who were born with exactly one purpose and are very good at what they do. So I just tried it, you know?”

"Yes, I know."

The comfortable silence that lingered between you was interrupted by their arrival at the bar. Now more than ever you felt like a whore by the way some men looked at Sunf- Aegon's car. He was quick to place a hand on your waist with a smug smile on his face as he guided you to the attendant. The place was divided into an external and an internal environment, the view from the outside was magnificent, but the inside was electrifying, with beautiful guitars hanging on the wall and a modern decoration linked to rock music.

“I said it was cool,” you whispered close to his ear.

“I never doubted, love. Now, how would you like to spend the whole night with me?” He took your hand, quickly turning his back to the others as you guided him to the table.

“If you can get me to stay, then it's a deal.”

“I love betting, you know, you already lost that one.”

“I really hate how cocky you are,” you said after sitting down across the table from him.

“No, you definitely like it, just how I like it when you're mean.”

You let out a nasal laugh when he winked, taking the opportunity to nudge his thigh with your foot. “Does Aegon Targaryen like to be put in his place? Interesting."

Oh fuck. He licked his lips with a smirk. “Just for you, love.”

It will be a long night indeed.

tag list: @pearlstiare @f4ll-for-you @fan-goddess @graykageyama

[iwastheair]

Professor Lupin Headcanon

idk if someone's already said this, but I don't think Remus being a magnet for girls stopped when he left Hogwarts. In fact, when he returned as a teacher, he quickly became the favorite teacher especially among the girls but really everybody

He always had chocolate because of his time of the month, but he also had extra for students who particularly appreciated it during their time of the month

He had a habit of having muggle painkillers because he used to have them for Lily for cramps because "honestly Remus, there's a spell for everything but period cramps. This is what happens when you leave men in charge"

If he notices a student curled up in their chair, hugging their knees or clutching their stomach he quietly offers them an ibuprofen

The first time he offered a student ibuprofen they ran back into his classroom an hour later, "Professor! Where did you get those? They work brilliantly!"

After that he had students periodically asking him for one of his "special pills"

This led to him taking five minutes out of the start of class to explain to everyone that they were muggle medicine and for them to please not call them "special pills" because it made him sound like a drug dealer

Because it's Hogwarts and they all live together, their periods sync up, so every month Remus would have a crowd of people needing pain meds

That slowly turned into vent sessions where they would all drink tea and complain about anyone and anything

By October, Remus Lupin was the favorite teacher they had ever had at Hogwarts

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 APONI'S BACKSTORY

So. Full name: Lillian Carlton

Age if death: 19

Nationality: 🇵🇷(moms side) 🇺🇸(dads side)

Born in the early 1990s

So imma talk about her parents first

So Deborah is Puerto Rican, but she was born in America and grew up in Texas but moved to California when she was in high school.

Charles was also born in America and grew up in California.

So Charles and Deborah met when they were in high school. They hit it off pretty well, became good friends. They even went to the same college! That's when they fell in love....

Believe it or not, Deborah was not always a strong overly catholic person. When she and Charles were together she had a wild side. Charles would take her for rides on his motorcycle. Her red hair would flow out behind her and she'd have just... the biggest smile on her face!

Charles fell in love with her deeply. He asked her to marry him, and she said yes! Oh their wedding was so fun! The cake was huge, and Deborah's wedding dress wasn't a dress. It was pants and a lil cape thing attat he'd to her hips.

Then she got pregnant. Oh She was so happy! Charles was too. They were both so excited to have a kid!

One day they were driving down the road to meet Deborah's parents for breakfast at a nice little diner.... Deborah and Charles got into a car accident and lost their baby.

Deborah resided to Christianity to help her get through it. She believed in it so much, that it drove her a little bit crazy......

Then she got pregnant again..... oh she was so scared..... when Lilly was born Deborah prayed and prayed for her happiness, and that Lilly would never be hurt..... they named her Lilly because those were the flowers Deborah had at her wedding.

Lilly got a bit older, to where she was 3 and Deborah had another kid! She named him Gabriel after the angel because she believed the name brought good luck.

The two grew up together! They were practically best friends.

In elementary school, Deborah made Lilly join the church choir because she knew Lilly's voice was one of a kind.

That's where she met Mal.

The two girls were the best friends anyone could ever hope or ask for. Lilly would think something and Mal would repeat it back. The girls were so in sync they got their first periods together and made plans to have a combined wedding, and families at the same time so their kids would be best friends.

Lilly is a daddy's girl. She loves her dad more than anything and constantly just wants to spend time with him.

Her mother on the other hand is... different.... Deborah is overbearing, emotionally abusive at times, and somewhat violent. She was fucked up when she lost her first baby.... so naturally she wants to keep Lilly close to her at all times....

Lilly wore glasses for the longest time. She liked them! They made her feel good about herself.. until a girl (Let's call her jessica) made fun of her in 8th grade. After that, Lilly started to wear contacts.

Mal and Lilly did everything together! In high school they joined the same clubs, and even had most of the same classes.

That's when Lilly met Jason..... he was the captain of the football team! Lilly had to Tudor him in math every Saturday and she started falling for him a bit.

When homecoming rolled around, Jason asked Lilly to be his date. Of course she said yes! She was soooo happy and her and Jason became boyfriend and girlfriend.

Lilly had everything she could hope for!

But when Mal dropped out, she stopped talking to Lilly.

Lilly was obviously devastated. She thought she did something wrong..... something so wrong that her best friend just didn't wanna talk to her anymore.....

Senior year rolled around and Lilly had gone on a school trip (somewhere idk) and thats when she saw Mal again. Lilly tried to convince Mal that she could stay with her when high school was over, but Mal refused harshly, snapping at Lilly and telling her to go live a good life without her.

After the trip, Lilly went home only to be confronted by her mother who was holding Lilly's phone.

The two got into a huge fight about Lilly moving out with Jason. So big, that when Lilly actually DID leave, Deborah never spoke to her again.

Jason and Lilly had a pretty good time together the first few weeks! They set up their apartment together and Jason started working at a local gas station which surprisingly paid pretty well.

Lilly however, was a paid intern at a corporate company. Things were going great!

Until Jason started doing drugs.....

Lilly didn't mind most of the time.... they made him sleepy so she was constantly helping him get to bed. But then he started drinking..... he wasn't a good person when he was drinking.... he convinced Lilly that things would be different if she just took some drugs herself..... so she did....

They both got pretty hooked.... it got so bad that Lilly had gotten fired from her job at the internship.

One morning though, she started throwing up so bad that she was paler than usual.

When she took a pregnancy test, it came back positive! She was excited. And immediately stopped doing drugs cold turkey. Jason didn't stop.....

We all know the rest.

[jellybeanium124]

The Adventures of Blackbunny and The Gentlebun!!!!!! And Ed Gets an F!

The Adventures of Blackbunny and The Gentlebun

@yerbamansa wrote a fic a little while ago about ed and stede as bunnies and I think it's very cute. here's a link. I wanted to write a completely unauthorized sequel and then lost interest. here's an excerpt:

They wandered out of the living room and down the hallway, but when they got to Lucius’s bedroom the door was hardly cracked open. “Oh no!” Stede cried. “How are we supposed to open the door?” “It’s not closed all the way. We push it!” “I can’t push it. I’m too small. I’ve tried. This door sticks.” “C’mon, Stede. If we push together we can open the door. I know it.” Stede took a deep breath. “Alright.” They put their heads against the door and pushed. It creaked. “C’mon, mate, put your back into it!” Ed cried out. “I am!” After a few more moments, the door finally unstuck and swung open, and they toppled forward. “Oh!” Stede cried, before getting himself up and grooming his front paws a little. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Ed asked, after getting himself up and shaking his fur out of his eyes. “I’m okay, Ed,” Stede said, annoyed. “I’m a grown bunny and I’m not that delicate.” “You’re a little delicate,” Ed teased, booping him on the nose with his own nose. “Hmph,” Stede said, turning up his chin.

Ed Gets an F

I got the idea to write a Simpsons episode parody of "Bart Gets an 'F'" with Ed as Bart and Stede as Martin, with a few obvious differences. First, Ed isn't failing at school because he's stupid, he's got undiagnosed adhd and dyslexia and obviously a terrible home life. Second, Stede doesn't abandon Ed like Martin abandons Bart. (tbh in the original episode Bart's problem is heavily implied to be adhd/executive functioning problems and not stupidity, apparently Bart Simpson canonically has adhd?? but it's hardly discussed in the series). CJ also takes Milhouse's role as Ed's best friend, but Milhouse and Jack have little else in common lmao. I also lost interest in this one. Here's an excerpt!

Okay, no reason to panic. Ed could just find some eggheads and ask them for some answers. Bingo! Mary and Evelyn, and an empty seat in front of them! “Look at him,” Evelyn snickered. “I bet he didn’t study again.” “And now he’s gonna kiss up and try to get some answers from us,” Mary said. “He’s pathetic.” “Good morning girls!” Ed said, turning on some of the ol’ Edward Teach charm, as he sat down in front of them. “Good morning Ed!” they said in sync. It was kind of creepy. Girls were so weird. “Say, who’s up for a little cram session? I’ll go first. What was the name of the pilgrim’s boat?” “The spirit of St. Louis,” Evelyn said. “But St. Louis didn’t exist yet.” “The saint did,” Mary countered. Ed didn’t know anything about the actual Saint Louis to counter that. “Um, well, where did they land?” “Sunny Acapulco,” Evelyn answered. “No they didn’t,” Ed replied, brows furrowing. “You know why they left England?” Mary asked. “Why?” “Giant rats,” Evelyn said, unable to stifle back a giggle. Ed sat down in his seat in a huff. Stupid girls! Stede, sitting across the way, noticed the whole scene going on. Ed had never been a friend of Stede’s, but he’d never been a bully either, and seeing the girls make fun of him tugged at his heart. Ed was clever and creative and didn’t deserve that. Ed rushed off the bus when it stopped at the school, but Stede followed and tapped on his shoulder. “Ed?” Stede said. “What?” Ed asked grumpily. “Well… the information pertaining to America’s colonial period you just pertained is erroneous.” “I know that!” Ed said. The bell rang and kids started filing inside. “Um,” Stede continued, “You didn’t hear it from me, but their ship was the Mayflower, they landed in Plymouth, Massachusetts, and they left England because… well the test will probably say religious persecution, but actually they were, well, nutjobs.” And with that, Stede rushed inside. Ed stood still for a minute, and then walked in after him. Stede helping him like that? The kid was such a straight-laced goody-two-shoes he couldn’t believe it. For years, Ed thought of Stede as the goody-goody rich boy who probably had tutors helping him out every night, but maybe he wasn’t all bad.

[openpassionates]

prcttylittlebirds·:

rafael should’ve known that talking about the album would bring unspoken tension to their conversation. the time they spent together in la is something he never expected to happen and he knows that she didn’t expect for the two of them to bond so quickly. it was all accidental — falling for her. yet, he regrets nothing. “i-i don’t know. honestly, it all just feels like a dream. you and i. partially because we didn’t plan it and because the feelings that i have for you are… monumental. i don’t want to bring my parents to a show and downsize what we are all because i live here and you there.” he speaks openly because that’s the nature of his relationship with venus. he knows they just met but being honest about his feelings isn’t that scary. they’ve had talks like this before, but it has never been this serious. her opening up in a song about him, is what makes this conversation a little more intense. he’s also considering that the moment he introduces her to his parents, there’s a high chance that the status of what they are to each other will shift. perhaps it already has. he pours himself another half glass of wine, sipping it. “i’m sure we have other choices… they’re just not good ones or convenient. i’m not mentally ready to just move. in no way am i saying it’s not the best option because it is.”

SUDDENLY, THE MOOD nearly shifts at the table. the jokes that they were telling each other along with the humorous and fun nature of their conversations had vanished out of thin air. they had to finally address their feelings instead of pretending to let them go unnoticed. it was hard for anyone to not witness the electrifying chemistry the two of them shared. even the pair themselves were aware but they were in a tough situation. “are they under the impression that we’re together? that’s not what i thought you meant when you brought up me meeting them. i mean, i had a feeling but it all just feels like delusion now.” even as they talked right now, they were in sync. venus reaches for her wine glass to indulge in a tiny taste of it, not wanting to go overboard but wanting something that could potentially soothe this conversation. how rafael could be so oblivious to her feelings was beyond her. “what other choice do we have? long distance? because i’m not that kind of girl unless it’s only long distance for a short period of time. and we just met. your family’s here and you don’t even like la. i wouldn’t want you to move over some girl you just met anyway.” she shakes her head in disapproval. regardless of her feelings for him, she would want him to choose his comfort and his family unit over her. “i don’t understand why my feelings would be the one that’s being questioned. you’re the one that led me on. you knew you would go back and you still kept hitting me up for dates or whatever those were. you could’ve stopped what we were doing at any time. i would’ve felt some type of way, i’ll admit but i would’ve gotten over it.”

openpassionates:

“YOU HAVE NO choice because i have to put you on the guest list so ha.” venus sticks her tongue out at rafael once he mentions how he wouldn’t surprise her for her show. she always joked about how she wasn’t a fan of surprises but she doesn’t know if that’s because she’s never really had any good ones. most of the surprises that she could recall weren’t really surprises since they were always something that was hinted or teased beforehand. then there was the part where she would be meeting his parents. she doesn’t know if that’s worth overthinking considering they were only friends so she didn’t press on about that part. “i don’t think i’m worthy of people fainting. that’s queen bey level shit. i think all of the tearing up and shaking is crazy but in a good way. thanks for looking out for them because i think i usually make it worse.” venus lets out a laugh as she thinks back to the evening she’s had for a brief moment. she takes a few more bites out of her food as she listens to rafael give his thoughts on what he heard. “my unexpected muse, yes but still a muse nonetheless. i’ve had fun, you know? i loved the parties and getting to know your friends. the spontaneous hangouts and silly facetime calls and text messages too. it feels nice to know that i can still open up and even consider a new person in my life in that way. i’m glad you liked the album.” venus is quickly learning that she is going to have to be vulnerable with him now that they’re talking about him being one of the subjects on her album. her facial expression instantly goes from one that’s filled with bliss to one that’s portraying confusion once she hears rafael’s question. she doesn’t understand how he could ask such a thing after they literally discussed a song that explicitly said what she wanted. “what part of me ever gave off the idea that this is what i wanted? this is your home and you moved back. what other choice do we have?”

rafael should’ve known that talking about the album would bring unspoken tension to their conversation. the time they spent together in la is something he never expected to happen and he knows that she didn’t expect for the two of them to bond so quickly. it was all accidental — falling for her. yet, he regrets nothing. “i-i don’t know. honestly, it all just feels like a dream. you and i. partially because we didn’t plan it and because the feelings that i have for you are… monumental. i don’t want to bring my parents to a show and downsize what we are all because i live here and you there.” he speaks openly because that’s the nature of his relationship with venus. he knows they just met but being honest about his feelings isn’t that scary. they’ve had talks like this before, but it has never been this serious. her opening up in a song about him, is what makes this conversation a little more intense. he’s also considering that the moment he introduces her to his parents, there’s a high chance that the status of what they are to each other will shift. perhaps it already has. he pours himself another half glass of wine, sipping it. “i’m sure we have other choices… they’re just not good ones or convenient. i’m not mentally ready to just move. in no way am i saying it’s not the best option because it is.”

[izzielizzie]

i don't understand how amy is your favorite march sister... she contributed nothing. and she was just so annoying. she ruined joe and laurie

okay so i have a rant about this: Amy March is arguably the most changed character in the book right after her husband.

when the book starts she's twelve. what twelve year old is anything other than annoying? she lives in the shadow of the beautiful Meg, the talented Jo, and the kind Beth. And this is the 1860s. she's expected to be kind, and docile, and selfless. but she's not. she's just like any other twelve year old: she's bold and she has dreams and she knows what she wants. she's a little harsh about it sometimes yes, and her big words border on silly - "they label you when you don't have money" - but again she's twelve.

would we really be seeing Amy March as a bitch if this exact book was published in this time period? no. we'd be praising her, shouting yes queen! every time she stood up for herself. she'd be a role model for every twelve year old girl living today.

and she's way more introspective than we give her credit for. she's not shallow. she was able to realize that she's "a little goose" in the first chapter. and she vowed to change that. she gave up the one thing she wanted: colored pencils. just so her mother would have more perfume.

and the thing about Amy? she follows through with her vow in the first chapter. and it shows through the rest of the book. Meg still wants pretty things, and it carries on into her marriage. Jo is still a tomboy, she still flies out at people when she's mad. Beth never got over being shy.

but Amy became so selfless. she left to live with Aunt March because Beth was sick and her sisters had no one to help and she knew that she'd be nothing but a nuisance at home. of course she whined about it. she was thirteen and scared. and she acknowledged that she was hurting Jo by going to Europe, but Jo said it was fine. how was she supposed to know otherwise if Jo was so good at hiding it and her parents were telling her to go?

and the biggest thing? she never got to say goodbye to her sister. and do you know how old she was? twenty two. she was across the world after realizing that she would never be able to achieve her dream and here she is, getting a letter from her family telling her that her sister - her best friend, her confidant, her role model - is dead. and she accepted it. she didn't hold a deep resentment towards Meg and Jo for getting to say goodbye to their most beloved sister. she didn't hate the world. she carried on. she got married. she went home. she did the only thing that was acceptable for her at the time after everything she wanted in her life was taken away.

and as for Jo and Laurie, (and i know that so many people love them so this is kind of controversial) they were never going to be together. They're too similar and they always argue and Jo was never attracted to him.

but Amy and Laurie? they just make sense. Laurie has always cared for Amy. he rescued her when she fell in the pond. he defended her to Jo all the time even though he was Jo's friend. he promised to visit her when she was staying with Aunt March at Plumfield. he comforted her in Europe.

and Amy pushed him to do better, and to be better. she pointed out his flaws and helped him see that he was disappointing everyone. and even at his worst she cared for him.

Jo loved Laurie as a friend. but when things got serious and real, she stepped back. it's not a bad thing, she knew her boundaries, but her boundaries - like her dreams - never aligned with Laurie's. Laurie was a crowd pleaser, wanting to play music and have fun. Amy was a matriarch through and through. she basked in the light of being a hostess. she wanted the latest clothes. she thrived when given the chance to plan things.

Laurie and Amy were the popular couple because they were so compatible, so in sync. Amy was happiest when she was Mrs. Lawrence, planning parties and charity events, teaching the children of the Bhaer School how to paint.

and Laurie - just like Jo had predicted - was happy with someone who wasn't Jo. He was happy with Amy.

[reidslovely]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend: Walk Me Home (Part One)

Author’s Note: Totally unintentionally posted the unedited version with my OC’s name in this....embarrassing! Anyways, I have loved Peter 3 since his 2012 film and I’m happy he’s finally getting hype. This is my first time writing for him in forever however, and I have been dying to write something like this forever. Obviously based on Taylor Swift’s song It’s Nice to Have a Friend. Another thing to mention is Andrew has said previously his Peter is Jewish, so that’s why I wrote the line about the Hanukkah present. As always I love feedback. 

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ. WE DIE LIKE MEN

Pairings: TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Content Warning: Fluffy, school mates to eventual lovers, asshole(ism) from Flash, mentions of reader’s father going to prison, awful small talk, and mention of Peter’s weight. That’s all I can think of but I could have missed anything!

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Middle School, 8th grade. December 6th

Snow covered the courtyard at Midtown Middle, her boots crunched in the snow as she made her way past the loading zones for buses. Her first day did not go as bad as she had feared, for the most part everyone was nice and welcoming…except for- 

“Hey, watch it!” (Y/N) yelled, her body moving forward nearly tumbling forward as a boy knocked into her. The boy whipped around, an antagonizing look on his face immediately she clocked him as the annoying basketball player from her second period. He opens his mouth to speak, taking in the girl before him he reaches out and snactched the gloves from her hands. 

“Thanks for these, left mine at home.”

“Flash!” Sounded a voice coming up next to her, the boy was smaller than flash but what he lacked in weight and muscle for a middle schooler he made up for in height standing just a few inches over the bully. But that didn’t seem to phase Flash, with one good shove her defender was on the ground. 

“Nice try Parker, you know losers can’t stand up for other losers!” Flash yelled with a hyena-like laugh as he dashed after his friends. 

(Y/N) turned to the boy laying in the snow, a look of embarrassment on his face. She took both his hands pulling him up helping dust him off, the snow contrasting against his dark hair. He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it. 

“It’s Peter right?” 

The boy's head shot in her direction, nodding eagerly- if she didn’t know better she’d have assumed he was shocked she remembered him.

“Y-yeah that's me..you’re (Y/N)! We have english, algebra one, and physical science together." 

She bent down with a small on her face grabbing Peter’s glasses off the ground, frowning at the damage done to them.

“Thanks for your sacrifice..” She laughs sadly showing him the glasses. “Hey it’s alright my aunt May has perfected the craft of repairing these.” He laughs, shoving them in his bag. (Y/N) smiled watching him, she looked over her shoulder at the bus having already left. 

“I can walk you home if you want!” Peter was quick to offer, scratching the back of his neck. “I..we live in the same townhouse. Well..well not the same! I meant to say you just moved into the one next door to me.” Finally the young boy worked his way out of the stuttering mess he had become, his reddening face standing out in the snow. 

So that’s why he had looked familiar when they met earlier in the day. 

“Yes..yeah I would appreciate that.” She laughs pulling her coat around her, snvilling as the cold finally got to her. Peter took off walking first, his gloved hands shoved into his pockets. (Y/N) followed behind him rushing to walk in sync with him. 

They walked in comfortable silence at the start, (Y/N) looked at the sidewalk at first. Watching  the chalk drawings done by neighborhood kids being recovered by the new snow falling to the ground. She turned her attention back to Peter thinking about what she could ask him, she had never been good at small talk, or making friends. 

“Where’d you move from?”

“Las Vegas.” (Y/N) laughs, fixing the beanie on her head to cover her ears. 

“Oh so this is like..culture shock for you.” Peter says looking at her, watching her shrug. “Not really, thanks to my dad’s job we moved all over. I’ve lived in New York before but far outside the city- I don’t remember it though, I was a baby.” (Y/N) laughs, about to tell him all the places 

“So your dad's job brought you back here?” Peter asked cutting her off unintentionally, (Y/N) shook her head, swallowing the non existent lump in her throat.

“He went to prison actually, and so my mom wanted to move as far away from Vegas as possible.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to open any sore wounds.” Peter replied quickly, his body heating in embarrassment.

“No, no it was a very public case. It’s okay, promise.” She laughs softly, her hands rubbing together trying to warm them. Peter caught this out of the corner of his eye, pulling his hands from his pocket he slid the warm wool gloves off his hands handing them to her. 

“Oh Peter, no I can’t.” She laughs. 

“What kind of friend would I be if I let you lose a finger from frostbite the first time we hangout?” He laughs sliding his gloves onto her hands as they walk. (Y/N) bursted into a laugh, wiggling her hands into the gloves feeling gradual relief from the cold. 

“Not a very good one I guess.” 

A friend, they were friends. That was nice to hear and she didn’t even have to try and impress him.  

“Exactly.” Peter laughed, nudging her playfully with his shoulder. (Y/N) pushed back smiling. The two walked shoulder to shoulder the rest of the way home, talking about anything that came to mind. 

“You are so wrong.”

“I am not, the sequel is way better than the original! It’s like the perfect sequel.”

“Sherk will forever be the best in the series. It's the original.” Peter laughed as they neared their homes. “Besides, you're not allowed to talk about a perfect sequel because you haven’t seen a single Star Wars movie.”

“Oh that fact about me really hurt you didn’t it?” She laughs 

“It did. I’m gonna have to have you watch them all with me.” 

(Y/N) nodded, having already agreed to the several day movie marathon. The familiar voice of her mom pulling her out of her conversation with Peter. “I just really hope she had a good first day.” Her mothers worry was evident in her voice, Peter put his arm out to stop her from walking up the steps of the house. If they stood still long enough the guardians would acknowledge them on their own.

“I’m sure she did perfectly fine. The way you talk about her I’m sure she made plenty of friends.” Another woman's voice answered, the woman passed off a hot cup of something to (Y/N)’s mother. “Besides, Peter has been really excited to meet her. I’m sure they’ll be the best of friends.” So that was the ‘Aunt May’ Peter had talked so fondly of. 

“Ben Parker you be careful up there! You slip and fall and you'll ruin the whole holiday.” May fusses watching Ben as he hangs Christmas lights for the new neighbors.

“I told him I had it and he didn’t need to bother.” Bella, (Y/N)’s mother, responded as she sipped on her mug. “Oh you are fine sweetheart, he’s just stubborn. But between him and Peter I am going to have to be committed to the psych unit.” May laughs. 

“Ouch, May!” Peter laughs, breaking the pair's silence. 

“How long have you two been there? You two are gonna catch a cold.” 

Peter snickers, ushering (Y/N) up the steps first, and then following her. “Long enough.” (Y/N) laughs, bundling herself up next to her mother on the bench who takes her under her arm. Peter reaches out for May’s cup of hot chocolate to take a sip.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, where on earth are your gloves?” “Oh I misplaced mine and he was kind enough to give me his.” (Y/N) says, sliding them off her hands handing them to him. 

“Keep them, I have plenty. I got a pack of ten for the first night of Hanukkah.” He smiles. May and Bella traded a smile that held a certain knowing before looking back at their children. 

The bitter cold of New York never really seemed to leave, the holiday season came and went. Christmas break lasted longer than planned, a huge snow storm blowing in after the New Year got school called off for a week after they were set to return. Which meant longer nights for (Y/N) and Peter to hang out. 

“You’re really bad at this game.” Peter quipped as he threw the controller down with a laugh. (Y/N) looked at him faking offense, she rolled her eyes and sipped the soda that sat beside her on the floor. “I told you I can’t even skateboard in real life, let alone in a video game.”

“You can’t skateboard in real life because you do well to walk up a flight of stairs.”

“Yeah you’re one to talk! You ate shit going down the ramp yesterday.”

“I meant to do that.” He laughs getting close to her face with a laugh. 

“What bloody your nose?” 

She took the opportunity to admire his features, he had already changed so much in the month they had been hanging out. May had Peter trade his glasses for contacts being unable to fix the damage done the last time. His hair had grown a bit, and seemingly got darker and his cheek bones grew more prominent. She wondered if he had noticed the changes in her well. But one thing neither of them caught was the way they had begun to look at each other. 

As the months continued they grew more oblivious. (Y/N) never saw the way Peter’s stare lingered too long, she never caught the lingering touches when they hugged goodbye for the night. She paid no mind to the way he'd collect hair off her face while studying for Midtown High entry tests. These were what she thought were friendly gestures, because they followed her own pattern of behavior to him. Her eyes admired him in everything he did. She would always be the one cheering him on at the skatepark, rushing to his side when he’d get hurt. They were each other's person. 

It was summer now, and the heat wave was grueling. She almost missed the cold of the winter months, but during the winter she could never be doing this. Lying out in a tent with her best friend in her tiny backyard, looking up at the stars. 

“Are we always gonna be best friends?” It was an innocent question, but it held their future in it.

“What?” Peter laughs looking over at her. “Of course we are always gonna be friends.” 

“It’s just that high school is gonna be so different. We might have different class tracks, and what if we get pulled in different directions?”

“Never, and do you know how I know?” Peter asks rolling over to look at her. “Because Flash is still gonna be an asshole and he’s going to still ridicule us so much that we will be too embarrassed to find friends outside of one another.”

(Y/N) laughs, raising her eyebrows. He was right, as sad as it was, he was right. While it was true there was another truth too, deep down (Y/N) wanted to be more than his friend. Their eighth grade class already assumed they were dating for the most part. They walked everywhere together, they sat together at lunch, where partners on any project they could be. She wanted to actually be his girlfriend, but this was just a school girl crush and it would pass. 

“It’s nice to have a friend like you Parker.” She smiles, laying her head on his shoulder looking back up at the stars. Peter’s lanky arm wrapped around her holding her close as he lost himself in his head.

Both laid there, wondering what will be of them in three years time.