#ive worn it a couple times in the middle of winter but had to take it off both times because i was sweating so much

[whats-this-mustelid]

Oh man, I really didn't want to make any comments about anyone not associated with SAF while I've been doing this, but this was such a bizarre comment I couldn't not share it

[cicinicole-14]

Hi for the ship thing and headcanons, please do jolex 🥰

Who is a night owl:

dont get me wrong, they both most definitely will stay up late together or both pass out before 9pm on a Friday night, but some days when the depression hits, its jsut different and Jo is definitely more of the night owl. Alex is more of a morning person and Jo would rather sleep like the dead. 

Who is a morning person:

as we’ve discovered, more so Alex esp when they have kiddos. Alex is the one to get up with them early and let Jo sleep, he makes breakfast with the kids’ help and keeps their room quiet for jo to get some extra sleep but will unleash their evil spawns when he deems she’s slept in long enough. 

Are they cuddlers:

some days, yes, mostly. jo definitely loves the affection from someone who genuinely loves and wants her back. but there are days where she literally is like “do not come near me with your (temperature) hot body Alexander Michael Karev, you are a heater and I am already too warm” 

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

Alex is def the big spoon. Jo likes cuddling into him because sh feels safe, he feels like home. but she def has big spooned him too it’s a 50/50 relationship we have equal roles people

What is their favourite sleeping position:

no lie, both spread out like starfish in their bed. 

Who steals all the blankets: 

Jo. Alex is a space heater and doesnt need blankets she freezes and likes being snuggled up and warm

What they wear to bed:

I mean some nights, nothing, but like jo def loves Alex’s old Iowa state shirts or his wrestling shirts from HS that smell like him. an old worn in t-shirt, anything with a pair of booty shorts or his boxers even. and Alex will just wear a t-shirt and boxers or flannels in the winter. 

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Alex wholeheartedly loves when jo wears his shirts unless its his favorite flannel and she steals it “come on, jo. you know that’s my favorite one. I wear it all the time.” its exactly why she takes it. 

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

jo, unintentionally. sometimes the insomnia hits and she won’t have slept for a couple days so when life catches back up to her she will fall asleep randomly. even more so while pregnant and right after their daughter is born. she just “night night Josephine” 

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

they both have their fair share of horrid nightmares. Alex’s deal a lot with his trauma of growing up. his mom pulling various knives on his siblings and dad attacking them. even nightmares of jo leaving him like Izzie did and he wakes up without her. 

jo’s are terrifying as well. she dreams that Paul’s death was just an illusion and that hes still out there and he’ll still come and get her. she wakes up drenched in a cold sweat and Alex holds her and they pull up his death certificate on the gsm database to prove it. she also has nightmares about being abandoned again. dreams of herself as a baby, dreams of her mother leaving her at that firestation. horrid nightmares. and Alex just holds her. she also has many nightmares about Alex abandoning her too just like her mother abandoned her but he’s never done that he’s always there when she wakes up and everything is okay again

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

jo is an absolute horrible bed partner. she does NOT sleep still. she will move around so much during sleep its dangerous. yes, Alex did wake up with a bruise across his cheek one night from an elbow to the face...

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

both of them. theyre notorious horndogs no autocorrect they are not corndogs please stop correcting me when you’re wrong 

and just because, im throwing in the parenting meme one too bc my heart melts

packs the lunches

Alex. he gets up with the kids in the mornings and also we do not trust jo to make their children food. she’d feed them boxed Mac n cheese and take out the entirety of their lives. and while they love that and Alex wouldn’t care if it was jsut them, their kids need real food. he packs them lunchables and uncrustables but at least its a little more of a variety. 

blows raspberries while cuddling

jo, more so. they both do, but jo LOVES a good chunky baby belly she can blow raspberries onto. and yes she leaves maroon lipstick marks on chubby cheeks and bellies. 

is the tickle monster

Alex. and she runs to mommy to save her from daddy! “oh, now you want mommy, huh? as soon as daddy is the tickle monster all you want is mommy? not when I wanted cuddles, or we picked you up from daycare or I dont know, I gave birth to you and wanted snuggles you cry and want daddy but now hes the tickle monster you want me?” and jo scoops her up and tries saving her but ultimately they lose and get attacked in their very large bed by the tickle monster. 

gives life lesson speeches

they both do just depending on the situations. 

when the girls start dating, jo sits them all down separately, and explains to them a bit of her past. letting them know that no man should ever lay hands on them. she teaches them how to defend themselves and Alex ofc shows them in example how women should be treated. Alex makes it clear that if a guy or girl ever should treat his daughters or his son in any other way than he treats jo, that he needs to know and gOD forbiD one of them lay a finger on one of his children there WILL be hell to pay. jo obviously consoles him in front of her children but tells him “u already have a record. if anyone lays hands on our children I will be putting them in the ground not you”

kisses the boo-boos

Alex he is a pushover and 100% makes sure all boo-boos are kissed and even when the kids are way too old for having their boo-boos kissed, he makes sure the bandaids that are no longer avengers or dinosaur or unicorn or princess themed, have been properly kissed. even through protests of “dad, im not five anymore I dont need my bandaids kissed” “how do you expect them to heal, then, CJ? you’re my most clumsy kid, and I have had to kiss all your boo-boos and never once have I not. thats why you’re still in once piece” 

breaks the bad news

jo makes Alex do it most times. she claims she’s the fun parent and tries to stay the fun parent by making Alex break bad news like “we cannot get another dog” she blames it on Alex but then brings home a puppy the following week. 

joins the PTA

listen. LISTEN. when Greyson started big kid school, in kindergarten, they placed her in private school to give her everything they didnt have growing up. jo was determined to make sure she gave her daughter everything made sure she felt loved and was spoiled it was terrible. so jo, of course, sent her to Seattle Elementary academy and was not paying attention when she signed some forms signing up to be in the PTA. she loathed it so much and “Alex im sorry I cant do this. I know we wanted to give Gracie everything we didnt have growing up but I cant take it I cant take the private school. the volunteer hours the strict dress code violations? she is FIVE. I also have to volunteer FORTY HOURS this year alone. no! I am a surgeon, a mother of two and im pregnant! I do not have time for this! all these PTA moms are stay at home moms who have nothing better to do than gossip about their neighbors and drink wine. and I swear to god if I have to hear about Jessica’s fucking essential oils pyramid scheme one more time I will shove those oils so far up her a––” “Jo! Look, Ali, mommy’s here!” Alex interrupts her just in time. he doesnt blame her. those private school moms are quiet the handful. every time, one of them has the nerve to hit on him. “and I swear, if one more of those moms hits on you in front of me, im going to backhand her with my engagement ring on. no hate to most of them, but theyre too much” they end up ending Gracie, and Ali and the rest of the kids to public school just like they had grown up in and did just fine. 

crashes sleepovers with embarrassing stories

oh one hundred and ten percent Alexander Michael Karev. he will find any moment to break out embarrassing stories and photos. hell, even when Zola, Bailey, ellis, Sofia, Harriet, scout, any of the bunch come over he’ll embarrass them too!  

gives the crazy nicknames

not really either of them (that ive figured out in the moment) (the kkc kids do not have crazy nicknames yet) (we jsut have Gracie for Greyson, Ali for Alice, and CJ for Cristina Jo. Alexis goes by Sissy because of Alexis and Alexa and Eli usually goes by bubba seeing as how that’s what the twins have called each other growing up with Izzie and that stuck) 

thank you so much for these! I loved loved loved doing them! even threw in some KKC universe things so if yall have questions about that feel free to ask I will share! tho there is yet to have a fic out about them yet… its been a bit difficult with writers block /: 

[thomothysdoodles]

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I am so sorry, I literally have no idea what came over me

Wow Lulu you really said ‘let’s ask this bitch EVERYTHING’. I love it tho lmao. Since it’s long imma put it under the cut tho

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you?

“A pleasure to have in class, a bit lost in their mind, if they committed and focused more they’d excell but they settle for good grades”

From elementary to high school lol

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I like soda cans

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Somewhere between tomboy and grunge I think

8. Movies or tv shows?

Tv shows

9. Favorite smell in the summer?

Sunscreen and freshly baked bread

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day?

A cup of milk with some cereal or biscuits. For the past month I’ve been following the keto diet tho, and I usually are some ricotta with peanut butter for breakfast

12. Name of your favorite playlist?

“Sad but vibing” lol

14. Favorite non chocolate candy?

Strawberry lollipops

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes?

A black vans pair, I bought em in August but the left one already got a hole on the front 😤

18. Ideal weather?

Cloudy but not too windy or cold. I just don’t like the sunlight in my face

20. Preferred place to write?

On my phone’s notes app lol, I’ve got almost two thousand notes in here

23. Strange habits?

I hide stuff in my room with no apparent reason. I’ve got money stashed around my room in four different points lol

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Given the chance, I like to race with my bike to get some refreshing wind

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Cozy up in a blanket and watch some tv

28. Five songs to describe you.

Karma— AJR

Ultimately— Khai Dreams

Putting a spin on Slow Dancing in the Dark— egg

Mars— YungBlud

Gotta be a Reason— Alec Benjamin

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Black jeans, black sturdy boots, and a silly little hoodie lmao

32. Top five favorite vines?

‘DONT FUCK WITH ME, IVE GOT THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’

‘Let me see what you have!’ ‘A KNIFE!’ ‘NO!!!’

‘Hey bro, what do you wanna eat?’ (‘The souuuls of my enemies’) ‘A bagel’ (‘NOOO’) ‘..two bagels.’

FR E SH A VOCA DO

‘Two shots of vodka..’ *pours half a bottle of vodka*

35. Average time you fall asleep?

I am terrible at this. I love sleeping but I also love feeling ✨ unbothered ✨ doing whatever I want in the middle of the night. So, never before 3am usually

37. Suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea?

Tea

40. Weirdest thing to happen at your school?

I dunno how weird it is, but I always found peculiar that there were cigarette butts on the ceiling of the bathrooms. Like, seven feet tall ceilings. How did those cigs get there??

41. Last person you texted?

My best friend to tell her that my sister found a way to let me watch supernatural on American Netflix >:3c

42. Jacket pockets or pant pockets?

Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie and/or jean jacket

44. Favorite scent for soap?

I dunno. Talcum powder I think

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Superhero

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Tee and boxers. Sometimes socks too

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Umh. Clementines maybe. Easy to peel, sweet but also not, sometimes with seeds.. and some people loathe the little white stripes they have and they spend hours peeling those away

49. What saying or quote do you live by?

“Like any / unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real /when I’m not being touched.” —Natalie Wee

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

My best friends always make me wheeze, it can be the stupidest dumbest thing ever, I’m really fucking easy to amuse lol

51. current stresses?

My driver license my driver license my driver license my driver license my driver license my d

52. Favorite font?

I have no idea. This one? Lol

53. What is the current state of your hands?

Good. I just cut my nails, I really wanna put some nail polish but my dad comes back home tomorrow and he always looks me weird when I put it

55. Favorite fairy tail?

The little mermaid

56. Favorite tradition?

A tradition I have with my friends is that when we celebrate someone’s birthday, we go to the thrift shop and buy them stupid stuff to wear or put on. On my birthday a couple days ago I had to wear playboy bunny ears and a black glittery bow tie lol. Once I bought my best friend a tiny pirate hat, and for another my friend took a boa with pink feathers lol

57. The 3 biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Mmmh

I’m having a hard time with my parents since I dropped out of uni but I think I’m starting to overcome it finally

When my parents were about to divorce and in was dreading the idea of moving from this city

That time in middle school I spent a couple weeks at the hospital to run a bunch of neurological tests

58. Four talents you’re proud having?

I’m pretty good at multitasking

It’s very difficult to enrage me (yes I consider it a talent)

I can juggle lol

I can read in moving cars/trains etc without getting sick :D

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“What the f—“

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/ etc?

“Happiness isn't in the having. It's just in the being. It's in just saying it.” Aka Castiel’s love confession (OF COURSE I WAS GONNA SAY SOMETHING DESTIEL RELATED)

62. Seven characters you relate to?

No specific order:

Dean Winchester

Eric Derekson

Jake Peralta

Doug Eiffel (👀)

Tony Stark

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

63. Five songs that would play in your club?

Anything from P!ATD

Bang!— AJR

Natural— Imagine Dragons

Anything from Set It Off

Maniac— Conan Gray

64. Favorite website from your childhood?

I didn’t use computers in my childhood lol

66. Favorite flower(s)?

Fresias 💕

67. Good luck charms?

I used to keep in my pocket a little hazelnut my dad gave me once telling me that it was a good luck charm. I took it away tho. I dunno, maybe my rings

68. Worst flavor of any food of drink you’ve ever tried?

I have to admit I never tasted it, but the smell of truffle literally makes me gag, so that

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Apparently your love language is both the one you give AND want love, and also the one you most lacked growing up. So. Mull that over.

70. Left or right handed?

Rightie

71. Least favorite pattern?

Holey ones. Make my sight go double

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an Advil of ibuprofen?

A seven I guess. I usually try to sleep off anything I have, I hate to take medicines, and loathe to call the doctor lol

75. When did you lose your first tooth?

Around.. six I think?

85. Fairy tails or mythology?

Mythology forever

86. Cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies 🍪

87. Your greatest fear?

That the other shoe will drop and I’ll be alone and lonely

88. Your greatest wish?

To have enough stubbornness to do what I wish to do without getting demoralized so easily

90. Luckiest mistake?

Me and one of my best friends got to know each other through other common friends, and once they both couldn’t come and we ended up spending the day together. We had lots of fun, but we also got drunk and I lost my mcfreaking watch lmao

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Lamps

94. Favorite season?

Winter ❄️

95. Favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr! (And the music one. And the podcasts one. And— jk lol)

[angelicspaceprince]

Dewey x Crafter Reader Headcanons

Ive fallen down a rabbit hole of crafting and I can't get up. Help me. I write hcs to help save my soul

I'll also edit when I have computer access so then there is a read more button or whatever they're called, I can't find it on mobile

Wrote directly onto the tumblr app so if there are any mistakes that's why. No betas, we die by our spelling and grammar mistakes here

You were a crafter before you met Dewey, having taken up most crafts by the time you were 17

Sewing, needlepoint, embroidery, cross stitch, knitting, crocheting

You'd experimented with them all and even though each one had its merits, you definitely had your favourites

Then life happened. You had to start working, unable to attend college, and soon you had no time to craft. If you were awake, you were working

Mostly low paying jobs to cover rent, bills etc, taking on as many shifts as possible

It was actually during one of your shifts you met Dewey

You started working at a local music shop, mostly serving and organising CDs when a very excited Dewey rocked up, wanting to find the newest release for one of his favourite bands

You got to talking and realised that you had similar music tastes and, even though you really wanted to get to know him more, you had to remain professional. You were still on the clock

Luckily for you, however, you were invited to go see a group of local bands performing to celebrate your friend's birthday

You recognized Dewey the moment he stepped on stage and was in awe at his musical skill

You figured it'd be weird to go up to him and start talking because a) if he didn't recognize you then having a stranger come up to you and say that you remembered him from work would be odd and b) if he DID recognize you from work that'd be even odder

You didn't want to give off stalker vibes, so you stayed at the bar, content just to leave it

Dewey, however, saw you in the crowd and had a different plan in mind

Still riding the adrenaline high from being on stage, he walked straight up to you

"I don't know if you remember me, bu-"

"I remember you."

"Oh."

You both blushed heavily as you shift in your seat. "Drink?" You offered. "I....I liked talking to you earlier, I'd like to talk some more."

Dewey positively beamed at that, sitting down next to you as you effectively start ignoring your friend's birthday party celebrations in favour of talking to the man in front of you

The rest, as they say, was history

You ended up dating pretty quickly after you first met, moving in with each other after only dating for 6 months

It was an accident, you had your power cut off (again) and it was the middle of winter. Dewey offered you a warm place to stay temporarily and after 4 weeks of looking for a new apartment, he just said "you're already living here, just move in with me."

It made things easier, now there were two people contributing to bills

Rent was never paid in full, but something was always sent in

Patty wasn't impressed by that but Ned wasn't as fussed, just happy to have something coming in

It helped that he really liked you and felt that you were a good fit for Dewey

Even though things still remained tough, you were happy just to have a roof over your head and someone who loved you

When Dewey started working for Horace Green, things became easier

Bills were paid with his paycheck, yours became groceries and fuel money

Even then, for the first time in a long time, you had spare cash

Most went into savings but being able to afford your own Netflix account? Felt amazing

Despite having a bit of extra money, some habits were hard to break.

You rarely bought clothing from anywhere but thrift stores and Walmart, Dewey prefering Walmart but essentially doing the same thing

Unfortunately, that meant the clothing you had bought wasn't always the best of quaility, especially when Dewey was the one wearing it

Just the nature of his jumpy, clutzy, accident prone and slightly messy self meant you were constantly buying him new shirts and mending his sweater vests

To be honest, it was getting old

You'd also been missing crafting for a while so. Two birds, one stone

The next time you were in Walmart alone, you grabbed yarn and knitting needles and on the few days a week you were home alone, slowly you started to knit him some new sweater vests, using an old one that was beyond repair as the template to make sure each one fit

The first one was just a plain, fadded red to get yourself back into practice before slowly beginning to add simple designs similar to the few he owned now

Then a couple of weird themed ones, a couple of his favourite bands, one with music notes in the design, one that was birthday themed, one with mini guitars, whatever amused you and you thought would amuse him, you knitted onto the sweater

Each vest took three weeks to make. By the time his birthday came around, you had made him ten new vests, having kept it a secret the entire time

You were super nervous when he opened up his present, but the giant smile on his face was worth it, excited with the concert tickets you managed to get for the two of you (in the pit, of course) and with each new sweater, he got more and more excited

"These are amazing babe! Where did you get them?" He asked as he got up to try his favourite (the one with a replica of his Gibson knitted around the bottom) on

You go quiet. "I....uh.....I made them."

He looked over at you like you just admitted you had found a cure for cancer

You'd neglected to tell him of your crafting past, it never came up so you never said

Now, however, he was keen to see you craft

He never even dared to try it out for himself, but enjoyed watching you knit or crochet without looking at your work, watching TV or chatting to Dewey as you just continued to work

Every year, he got at least two sweaters from you, and you made sure to knit a sensible one and a silly one

What amazed you was the fact that Dewey seemed to have fewer accidents

He took extra special care of all of the stuff you make him, never spilling so much as a drop of coffee on them and tried his best not to get them snagged on the one sharp part of the doorway into his office

One day he came home, nearly in tears

You were folding up laundry but you dropped everything and came rushing over, thinking the absolute worst but instead he simply pushed something into your hands and said "I'm so sorry"

Turns out, he took off his vest when he came in to play a song with the kindergartners, something he now does daily as part of his role as music teacher

He didn't notice one of the kids grabbing it and wandering off with it

It was covered in paint, one of the Gibsons were cut out and the yarn was beginning to unravel, despite clear attempts to keep it from doing so

It was ruined

You hush Dewey as you pull him close and reassure him it's ok, you can make him another one

It took a while to settle him, he treasured everything you made him and he allowed one to get ruined

But once you assured him it was fine and you knew it was an accident, you ended up spooning in the couch as you mentally start planning the new sweater

A month passed when he found a wrapped up parcel on his desk

He was running late, didn't have time to grab a coffee and accidentally grabbed his vest with a massive hole in the back rather than one of your handcrafted ones

Still, he made it to the classroom before any students arrived, so he quickly opened it up and a huge smile plastered its way onto his face

A new sweater vest that was near identicle to his ruined one, a bit cleaner and better designed than the old one

You'd also made him a pair of socks, something you'd been experimenting with, with the AC/DC logos on the side

He found the note at the bottom 'Hope you have a good day. I love you. Y/N. P.S. These are not allowed near the kindergartners ❤'

He quickly changed into the sweater, feeling so much better than he did 5 minutes ago

The socks became his lucky socks and he'd wear them to his gigs, stating that it was like you were up there with him

He shushed you when you pointed out that it meant he was technically stepping on you, telling you "you know what I mean" before giving you a kiss

He'd give you requests for scarves, beanies, the lot. Socks were for bed or performances only, apparently, but everything else was worn whenever

You even made beanies and scarves for members of the band who wanted them, each having the School of Rock logo on it plus the kid's name

Dewey loves wearing and telling everyone about the stuff you make because he thinks it's absolutely incredible you're able to create something like this

And he treasures everything you make him

Most importantly, he's there to listen when you rant that the yarn isn't working like it should, or just about crafting problems in general, and be an ear as you problem solve an issue and is there to celebrate the victories when it finally works

Gets really good at yarn shopping too, picks up the brands you prefer and learns to read the packaging labels

Just

He loves the fact you can create something just like he can

[lukeskywaker4ever]

King João I & Queen Philippa 4th child: Isabel of Portugal, Duchess of Burgundy

Born on February 21, 1397, D. Isabel was the sixth child (4th surviving) to emerge from the marriage between the first king of the Avis dynasty, King João I, and his consort, the English Philippa de Lancaster, daughter of John de Gaunt and granddaughter of Edward III. Despite having come to light relatively late in the marriage, the infanta would be the only daughter of the royal couple - an older sister, Blanche, had died in childhood. D. Isabel would, however, have five healthy brothers: D. Duarte, who would become king after the death of his father, D. Pedro, future regent of the kingdom, D. Henrique, famous for his contributions to the Portuguese Navigations, D. João, Constable of Portugal and D. Fernando, the Holy Infant.

Possibly having inherited the beauty of her maternal grandmother, D. Isabel also excelled in intelligence, being educated along with her brothers and having the same tutors as them while learning math, Latin, French, English and Italian. They also hunted together. In addition, young D. Isabel was allowed, in striking contrast to most of the maidens of her day, to attend with her brothers when her father instructed them on matters of state.

This beautiful and intelligent daughter of the king could hardly go unnoticed, and indeed it was not so: in 1415, negotiations would begin for D. Isabel to marry King Henry V of England, who had recently ascended the throne. In fact, the two were cousins, since the Infanta's mother and the monarch's father, Philippa and Henry, were brother and sister, both children of John of Gaunt and Blanche of Lancaster. 

Despite this, however, marriage was not only to bring the family closer together, but also to win the support of the Kingdom of Portugal against France, with whom England had been in a long series of conflicts for several years. One would imagine that the English Queen of Portugal was enthusiastic about the arrangement, but Philippa would not live to see it, suddenly dying of plague in the middle of a very hot Portuguese summer. Dona Isabel was very close to her mother, and was devastated, retreating from the mourning court. In this sense, the failure of the nuptial negotiations with Henry V can be better understood. Years later, he would eventually marry the French princess Catherine de Valois.

For the next 13 years, the princess would remain without any other marriage proposals, focusing on music and books and taking care of her mother's legacy properties. It may be thought that she may have received minor marriage proposals, but chose to preserve her privileged situation: after all, after Philippa's death, D. Isabel was now the most important woman in the Portuguese court.

In 1428, when she was 31 years old, she finally accepted the proposal of Felipe, Duke of Burgundy, known as The Good, after many negotiations between his ambassadors and D. Isabel's father and brothers. It was very prestigious for Portugal to join the sophisticated duchy by marriage, and the celebrations were agreed, lasting eight weeks. Only then did the princess leave to meet her new husband, but the trip was difficult and would last another 11 weeks. Finally she arrived in the city of Sluys on Christmas Day. After a formal wedding ceremony on January 7, 1430, Isabel and Felipe consummated the union.

Isabel de Portugal fulfilled her task for her husband in an exemplary manner, even if she had married relatively late for the time; A few months after the marriage, she was already pregnant. On December 30, 1431, she gave birth to her first child, whom she called Antony. Already the following fall, she was pregnant again, emulating the famous fertility of her mother Philippa. The ducal couple's good relationship, including Felipe's trust in Isabel, did not mean that both were politically aligned; instead. While her husband tended to strengthen his ties with his French neighbor, his wife encouraged him to collaborate with England.

Although such a difference of opinion would cause disagreement between the two during marriage, it did not diminish the governmental responsibilities entrusted to Isabel; In January 1432, when the duke had to go to Dijon, the duchess received from him the authority to rule the territories in his absence. Still in Felipe's absence, the firstborn Antonio, always ill, passed away. Isabel was devastated, but already on April 23 had a second boy, who called Joseph. Even with all care, he would also die young. Philip finally returned during the winter, when Isabel became pregnant for the third and last time, giving birth on November 10, 1433 to the only surviving child. It was Carlos the Daredevil.

In addition to government duties, the duchess was also concerned with financial affairs, and was responsible for proposing a new monetary system for the duchy, influenced by the English and French models. In June 1433, Duke Felipe left for war against the French and left the government again under the control of his wife. He would return only in April of the following year. Seeing how Isabel had efficiently handled everything, Felipe did not withdraw his power, contrary to usual. In this way, Isabel remained a powerful figure in the politics of the duchy of Burgundy. During the triple peace negotiations between Burgundy, France, and England in 1435, it was its leading role, to the extent that King Charles VII gave him a hefty annual income in gratitude for "his services in the gathering and negotiation of peace." In 1439, positive relations with France would be confirmed by the marriage between the son of Isabel, Charles, and one of the daughters of the French king, Catherine. A trade agreement with England was also reached, although the desired peace did not yet occur. In any case, the diplomatic performance of the Duchess of Burgundy, which served as an intermediary between Henry VI of England and Charles VII of France, was praised.

From 1443, when Duke Felipe's Burgundian expansion was confirmed by the acquisition of the territory of Luxembourg, Duchess Isabel, with much increased possessions and incomes from the time of her marriage, began to become the leader. Burgundy. It was she who arranged the marriage of her husband's niece, Maria de Guelders, with the Scottish king James II, effected in 1449. Then she began to negotiate with the Duke of York the hand of his daughter, Ana, for her widowed son. Philip, however, had wanted young Charles to marry a cousin, Isabel de Bourbon, and interrupted his wife's negotiations by arranging a quick and secret union between them on October 30, 1454. The duchess would be furious with her husband, and initially would even refuse to acknowledge the new daughter-in-law's position. With the dispute with the duke, which had fallen under the influence of the powerful De Croy family, Isabel lost some of her power, already worn out by the beginning of the process of centralizing Burgundian policies and the creation of various administrative bodies in the duchy, and had to retire to his property in La-Motte-au-Bois, where he continued to devote himself to his charitable work.

The good relations between Isabel and Felipe would only be resumed entirely after a stroke of this one in June 1458, when she would personally take care of his health, which would remain until Philip's death in 1467. Isabel's influence was restored and she He returned to work actively in diplomacy, leaving his son Charles to handle administrative and military affairs. In 1465, he was widower again, and Isabel took the opportunity to negotiate a marriage with the sister of the English king Edward IV, Margaret, which was reached and took place in July 1468.

From 1471 Isabel began to get sicker and sicker and prepared for death, presenting religious orders and close relatives, such as daughter-in-law Margaret and her only granddaughter, Maria, the result of Charles's second marriage with Isabelle. from Bourbon. By October she could no longer eat, but it was not until December 17 that Isabel of Portugal, Duchess of Burgundy, would die in the arms of her son Charles. She was 74 years old.

She was buried with her husband in Chartreuse de Champmol in Dijon.

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Isn’t It Lovely [2/7]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: ���So…what are we now?”

Written for the 2.5k Challenge by @wehaveabucky

A/N: Part Two!! I apologize for taking a bit to update. A lot of research into field hospitals and the Army Nurses Corps went into this, as well trying to figure out how Hydra turned Bucky into the Winter Soldier. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated! If I left out any warnings, don’t hesitate to tell me!

Warnings: angst, description of World War II injuries, torture, abuse

Word Count: 2.482

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“Let’s go, ladies!” called out one of the head nurses. You looked up from your joined hands, watching the other nurses run past the tent. You adjusted your cover and slipped the folded piece of paper into the pocket of your cargo pants and rushed out of the tent to the join the other nurses.

“How many do we have incoming?” a smaller nurse called out. You pulled up the Red Cross band on your arm and watched as soldiers came rushing towards the tents. Men on makeshift gurneys, others that had their arms around their comrades’ shoulders for support; screams, cries, and groans of agony filled the air. What was once the smell of dirt now mixed with the smell of burned flesh and dried blood.

You watched as men were laid on cots, those who were in severe conditions were laid on tables further into the tents. You wanted to zone out, you wanted to just stand there, to take a moment and process all the that was happening around. You watched as more and more men came in, the cots filling, and air became thick with the agony and pain.

Nurses were building makeshift cots, prepping IV bags, grabbing blades to rip clothes and uniforms to access wounds. Those who brought in the wounded were rushing back out, either to bring in more wounded men or to escape the tents of the field hospital.

“Doesn’t matter how many more we’ve got in comin’, let’s get to work,” you called out as you came back to your senses. You rushed off to cots filled with recovering soldiers, checking vitals, analyzing who was strong enough to be moved to the next tent where those who weren’t under critical condition were located. You’d whistle the soldiers who carried in their wounded men moments ago over to assist you and other nurses in moving them.

When you weren’t hovering over them, you’d be immediately called over to help with procedures, holding down screaming men, comforting them as other nurses and the limited number of doctors made the decision of whether or not their limbs were viable or needed to be amputated.

There times where you were assigned to the psychiatry tents. Nurses were not for medical purposes, but for the soldiers’ morale. If soldiers saw that nurses could hold the weight of war on their shoulders and deal with the mental damage that it caused, then so could they.

Behind the curtains of the nurses’ personal quarters, tents, tears were shared. Silent tears and embraced hands. Sometimes the nurses that specialized in psychiatry would open the floor for everyone to say what they needed, whether it be words of comfort or just needing to discuss what they’ve seen.

But not all of the nurses choose this way to relieve some of the weight of the war and the wounded men from their shoulders. Others, including yourself, had their own way to distract themselves.

-

“Dear [Y/n],

I don’t know where to start this, but I can assure you that I’m okay. I still can’t feel as if I betrayed you and Buck by leaving you on your own. I know you can handle yourself, you’re more than capable, but I don’t know, doll, I can’t help this feeling. It’s the middle of a war and we’ve left you in Brooklyn.

[Y/n]…I don’t know anymore. I signed up to fight the frontlines and to fight for the cause and to serve my country, but not…like this. Not as a monkey. I wanted to be soldier, one that didn’t wear tights and brought ten percent discounts on bonds to every state I visited.

Two hundred men were captured in the place we’re at now. It’s…the 107th, from what Peggy’s told me (you remember the letter about Peggy I hope). Or rather what’s left of the of 107th. I went rushing to find him. But…[Y/n]…he was one of the two hundred men who were captured…

I swear to you, to our friendship that I’m going to make sure that jerk makes it back home. We’re both going to come back to you. I..I plan on going to the camp he and the other man are being held (at least where we think they’re being held). There’s really no easy – “

“[Y/n]! Doll! You comin’out to the east tent?” Mary’s voice called from the opening. You hummed out a confirmation as your fingers danced along the worn-out edges of the letter. It wasn’t the last letter you’d receive; you knew there were at least a couple more waiting in your mail slot, but it was the last one you received before leaving Brooklyn. The one that pushed into seeking out the Army Nurse Corps.

You folded the letter carefully, as if it would shatter to pieces with one rough touch. Gently you placed the letter in the front left breast pocket of your jacket as you grabbed your canteen from under the pillow.

As you looked over your shoulder to the opening, you noticed that Mary was not alone. Betty with the red curls was on her left and Nancy with the short black hair on right. You smiled softly at them as you pushed yourself up from the cot, your hand patted against the breast pocket of your jacket to reassure yourself of the letter.

“Whose providin’?” you laughed quietly as you walked over to them, pushing yourself out of the entrance. Nancy laughs as she and Mary held up canteens, Betty pointing at your canteen with a playful smile. You couldn’t help the large grin that crossed your face as you followed them towards the east tent.

Nurses sat around on the makeshift beds of the east tent, quiet chatter of the one large conversation. There were women who were still in uniform for the night shift, awaiting the emergencies or the cries of those who’d wake in pain, not knowing where they were nor what happened or why they were missing a limb or just in so much pain.

The other nurses sat in their night gowns, canteens lifted to their lips as they laughed at small thing was said. You sat yourself next to one of the nurses in uniform, Helen. She was small girl with a big heart. When it was time between just the nurses, Helen was the sweetest and most positive young girl you had ever met, but when she was in the field, she completely changed to a strong and fierce young woman. You couldn’t help but admire her as she reminded you of home.

“Alright ladies,” Ruth, a shit-eating grin on her face. You smiled at Helen as she rolled her eyes. Ruth, one of the head nurses that worked in the between the field hospital and a hospital that was a couple miles down in the nearest town, began the rundown of night’s tales. It was a bit hard to understand, but you just played along.

It was an hour and two swigs later that Helen looked at you with a soft face. “[Y/n], please don’t mind me intruding on your life back home, but what’s your life in New York like?”

You looked down at the canteen in your hand before your eyes roamed to spot Nancy, Mary and Betty. You shot soft smiles at them before you skimmed the rest of the tent. Your eyes landed back on a Helen, her green eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of excitement. You bit back a small laugh and shook your head as you looked back down at the canteen cradled in your hands.

“I’d be out every day with my best boys, Steve and Bucky,” you smiled widely. “Steve would always be out, squeezing himself into trouble while Buck and I would find him and get him out of said trouble. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember. Bucky and I always, always, as kids, tried to play off that Stevie was my brother that been dropped so many times on the head,” you laughed.

Helen looked at you with an amused smile, her eyes gleaming. “You and this Bucky together?”

Heat flushed through your cheeks as you shook your head, a nervous smile played onto your lips. Your lips parted as you prepared to explain to Helen what happened the day that Bucky declared to Steve and you that he would leave for that next day, just when loud screams echoed through the dark night.

All sound in the tent stopped, seconds passed by as the nurses waited for any other sound. More screams, not just from one person as it sounded, echoed through the forest’s air. All women rushed out of the tent, lamps in hands as they ran to the tents that hosted the recovering. You were behind with Helen, a lamp in your hand. The both of you began followed the rest of the crowd until a shriek from the woods captured your attention.

“Help! Help me!” a brutal scream called out. Helen stared at you with wide eyes, her face showed that she was wondering if the two of you should go into the depth of the trees on your own. The same brutal scream echoed from the woods a few seconds later.

“Go get others, I’ll find the source,” you called out as you began running towards the line of the trees.

“[Y/n]! Don’t! Don’t be stupid!” Helen screamed.

“Just go!” you screamed back, pushing tree branches away from your body, your ears listening for the screams. Leaves crunched under your feet as the screams got closer. If Bucky was here, he’d say that now I’m acting like Steve, you thought to yourself.

You refused to call out to the victim. “I’m pulling a Steve,” you muttered to yourself as you no longer heard the screams. Carefully and slowly, you turned in a complete circle. You gave it a few seconds before walking back in the direction of the field hospital when a sharp pain went through your left leg. You gasped as you feel forward onto your hands and knees.

The lamp broke as it crashed into the ground. Dry leaves count on fire around you. The pain in your leg increased, which caused you to cry out and fall onto your stomach. Tears filled your eyes as you made yourself look through the fire.

Several figures were walking towards you slowly. They’re uniforms similar to the Germans, except for the black leather gloves, red lining, the masks and helmets, and red emblem on the shoulder. It appeared to be a red skull with tentacles. You looked up at the men’s faces, your eyes narrowed from both pain and trying to see through the heat.

“Hail Hydra,” were the last the words you heard as everything went black.

-

Loud beeping hazily echoed through the room along with screams. Pain ran up your left leg and into your chest.

A gasp escaped your mouth as your eyes shot open, your arms pushing against the restraints. The skin around your wrists were rubbed raw. Your eyes frantically scanned the room.

The metal room itself was rusty from what you could tell. Few feet away from where you were, there was a table. On it sat a folder and a book. There was no chair, no pens, no pencils, no other indication that someone has recently been present. Above the desk was a single light bulb, the only one shining brighter than the rest of the lights strung among the ceiling.

There was nothing within the room except the metal surgical table you were strapped to. An IV line with blue liquid was streaming into your left arm. You could the liquid pulsing through your veins, pants of short breaths left your mouth. You clenched your eyes shut as locks of the door whirred and sounded loudly.

“Good morning, soldier,” a thick Russian called out. You gulped as you opened your eyes, taking the sight of a man in uniform standing before the desk, two other soldiers behind him. The heart monitor beeped faster as you watched him open the folder. “Good morning, soldier,” he repeated, this time louder than before.

“I-I’m not a soldier,” you croaked. “I’m just a –“

“You were a nurse. Yes, forty-seven years ago.” Your eyes widen. Your jaw dropped as tears formed. Forty-seven years ago. You were out on the field 1944. How was it 1991? 1991. Steve. Bucky. Your eyes moved to the IV of blue fluid running into your arm, tears falling down your cheeks.

“What did you do me?” you asked quietly.  He did not speak, he only approached the table. Your eyes stayed on the IV line, the bag slowly emptying. You glanced at him when he shouted something to the soldiers in Russian, your eyes followed them as they rushed out of the door.

“What did you do to me?!” you screamed, your chest and back arching off the table. Your hands rubbed against the restraints, the raw and exposed skin aching and burning. “Why me?!” you cried, continuing to thrash against the restraints.

“Doesn’t matter, soldier.”

“Stop calling me that!” you screamed. A rough hand gripped your chin. Your mouth was squished into a small “o,” your eyes frantically searched the man’s face. His eyes narrowed as he scanned your face.

“You will no longer speak back, soldat.” He gave one last lingering squeeze before he released your chin. You glared at him, your fists clenched. Footsteps echoed through the room as a doctor came towards the bag of blue fluid. You watched as he toyed with the bag and noticed the bag was almost empty.

“What is that?” you asked as the room around you had begun to spin. The doctor took down notes before he headed towards the man. “What are you putting –“  your world went dark once you saw his fist come down.

-

“готовы соблюдать,” the man’s deep voice echoed through the room. Whirring filled the room and you stood up straight, the five others stepping up in your lead. You all lined up watched as the man stood from the chair, his hair draped over his face.

“Soldat,” the man called out. All six of you stood at the position of attention and kept your eyes on the man they called the Winter Soldier.

The soldier’s body posture straightened out, his hair pushed back and exposed his face. Your face remained the same, jaw clenched, and eyes trained on him. Your mind screamed his name, but you knew that to survive, you needed to play along. Maybe he’d recognize you. He had to.

The Winter Soldier’s body turned towards the six of you and you inhaled deeply at the sight of his steel blue eyes. They were lethal, they were stone cold with no emotion. They weren’t Bucky’s eyes.

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Reddie - 21st of November iv

21st of November, Chapter 4; Flowers Under The Morning Sun (chapter 4/6)

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Summary; Richie is isolated and alone after breaking up with Eddie and departing from the rest of the Losers Club; he wants to make it right again, but is it too late?

Warnings; No warnings!

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5th of December;

Mikes days had seemingly faded in and out, weaving into weeks. School was quiet, as it usually was these days, just like the rest of the losers were; quiet and subdued. Not the sort of peaceful quiet you can find under the stars, but more of an ominous quiet you find before a storm. The whole world seemed quiet to him at the minute.

Mike stared out the dirty window at the snow falling gently to the ground, snowflakes occasionally just slipping down the window instead. Richie had always loved the snow, Mike thought to himself, Christmas had always been Richie’s favourite time of the year. His family had rarely gave him anything for Christmas, never cooked him a meal or gave him presents, and so the other losers had always bought him presents instead; Mike remembered how they’d all meet up by the quarry in the afternoon on Christmas and bring along their presents for Richie and any plates of leftover food they could get.

“Guys- guys you didn’t need to do this,” Richie burst, watching the losers’ smiles as they glistened with joy, handing Richie his presents.

“Y-yes we did, Richie- it’s what you deserve,” Bill chirped with his usual warm smile and softened gaze.

Richie unwrapped all his presents in front of the losers as they crouched around the rock he sat on, unwrapping the Walkman they’d banded together to buy him, the abundance of sweets, the mixtape Eddie had put together for him (he’d called it ‘Losers in Love’), and the handmade bracelet with ‘lovers’ sewn in the middle. He gently placed his presents on the rock he sat on, carefully to his left, as he pulled the losers into a group hug.

“I love you guys so much,” Richie cried blissfully as Eddie comfortingly ruffled his black curls, “I don’t even deserve you guys,”

“Mike?” A hazy voice asked, “Mike, you okay?” The voice repeated with a small, nervous laugh, Mike then realising it was Stan.

“Hey- yeah, sorry.” Mike replied, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. Stan simply smiled back and continued eating his sandwich. The losers were sat in the dingy cafeteria of their school, beginning to talk again as their worrisome eyes peeled away from Mike.

“Don’t worry us like that!” Eddie, who was sitting on Mikes left, playfully scolded, as he knocked their knees together, “You still coming to Bills tonight? We’re gonna be watching some Christmas films!” He continued, feigning a cheerful spirit.

“No, I can’t, I’ve- I have to stay back with family tonight.” His response was greeted with a light sigh from the rest of losers, but they were understanding of how hard he was pushed to work around the farm;

But this time, however, he wasn’t going home to help his family. His mind had strayed elsewhere already.

“Eddie, I th-thought we were watching Star Wars and not Christmas films,” Bill questioned, “what’s Stan gonna do?”

“I thought we agreed Stan wasn’t watching the film and was just going to play the board games afterwards?” Eddie retorted, “Usually you two don’t even watch the film, all I ever see is you guys playing with each others hair-“

“We d-do not!”

“Oh sure, Bill, that’s why you can totally remember the plot to Gremlins.”

Mike giggled a little at the argument between Eddie and Bill, picking back up his half-eaten sandwich as he listened to their playful bickering. That always used to be Bill and Richie’s thing.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on by, lessons coming and going as he scribbled and doodled onto his paper; words didn’t make sense and numbers didn’t add up today. And the sound of the buzzer marking the end of the final period was almost like some sort of blissful tune to his ears.

~

Stan and Mike walked home in a comfortable silence; Bill and Ben were going to the shops to get snacks before the film night, and Bev had taken Richie’s place in walking Eddie home. Stan had decided to walk back with Mike, needing to get ready so he could go to Bills early and spend some time with Bill once Ben left to go get ready, and before they were surrounded by the rest of the losers.

“I take it you’re going to ask Bill to the Winter Ball?” Mike said with a soft smile, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I’d like to.” Stan replied, flashing a warm smile back.

“Who do you think Eddies gonna go with this year?” Mike asked, his voice more solemn this time.

“I think Bev was going to take him this year.”

“He really enjoyed it last year, with Richie; Richie wearing them fucking stupid Christmas tree glasses the whole night and proposing to Eddie with that gummy ring” Mike reminisced, accompanied with a small laugh and lovable little smile.

“Yeah, last year; until Richie fucked it all up,” Stan spat, the smile fading melancholically from his face, “I wish he’d stop acting so immature.”

Silence reigned over the two boys again as they walked together peacefully. Mike could tell Stan still hadn’t forgave Richie; hadn’t forgave him for hurting Eddie, for leaving without saying why, for not saying sorry. Mike couldn’t blame him, really, especially after everything those two had been through together; Richie and Stan had been through hell and back together, and it all ended so fast- It must’ve hurt like hell.

Mike hadn’t seen Richie in school in weeks; he knew Stan was worried about him even though he was cross, just like the rest of the losers, but Mike was determined to make sure Richie was alright- he had been worried sick and it was driving him mad. He still loved Richie with all his heart, even if they didn’t talk and laugh about all the little things in life like they used to. He remembered how Richie always used to come over to stay when things at home got bad, the nights they’d spend stargazing together and how they’d spend hours just talking under the moonlight about their favourite hobbies, the cold weather, or the cute things Eddie had done that day; he didn’t remember when it all changed.

And soon enough, Stan and Mike had arrived just near the turn off for Mikes house, leaving each other with a friendly hug and saying their goodbyes, Mike waving Stan off into the distance as he approached his house. Stan and Mike always shared cute little hugs together- sometimes before some big event, sometimes just because they felt like it, and it was almost a tradition at the end of a night out when everyone was saying their goodbyes; maybe it was just their thing.

Mike had almost collapsed through his door after he parted ways with Stan, running up his creaky wooden staircase to his bedroom and piling the collection of supplies he had gathered for Richie into a backpack. He had garnered together packets of food, bottles of water, some medicine, bandages, and even a couple Polaroid’s Mike had taken of the two together, with a packet of cigarettes hidden somewhere in the bag. He didn’t know what had happened to Richie; if he was ill, or just didn’t want to come to school- all Mike knew is that it had felt like an eternity since their gaze last met. And almost as soon as he got in, he rushed out of his front door and onto his bike, pedalling as fast as he could down to Richie’s house.

When he arrived, he gave a few light knocks on Richie’s front door before gently pushing it to check if it was open. And to Mikes discontented surprise, it was unlocked. He let himself in, the sound of the creaking door echoing through the hallway. Richie’s house was never this silent; the sound of Mikes breaths and heartbeat were the only thing he could hear. Where was the loud music, or the familiar sound of Richie’s laugh?

Mike made his way up the stairs, his heart palpitating in his chest as he approached the door to Richies noiseless bedroom. As he entered the darkened room, his eyes wandered around the boy’s room; clothes were creased and lain in untidied piles on the floor, the curtains drawn and blocking out the light from outside, pills spilled and strewn across the bedside cabinet, messy sheets and covers carelessly hanging off the side of the bed, and an uncared for boy perched on the end of that bed. His thick black curls were greasy and untidy, his clothes covered in filthy stains, and his gaunt cheeks were worn thin and colourless. And suddenly Mikes worrisome eyes flicked back to the scattered pills by the bed.

“Richie! Are- are you okay?” His hazy voice laced with concern called as he ran over towards the boy, “Did you-“

“Yeah, Mike-“ Richie whispered, his voice laden with exhaustion, “Yeah I did.”

“Richie, you could’ve-“

“Yeah,” his voice uttered, cold and distant, “I know.”

Mike placed himself gently next to Richie on his bed, throwing down his backpack at the foot of the bed. The room was silent, bar the sound of the two boys’ laboured breaths. Mike unzipped the black backpack and got out a bottle of water, opening it’s lid and bringing it to Richie’s lips, thinking he might be too weak to do it on his own. And after a few small sips and a sigh of relief, Mike placed it gently down on the bed behind them.

“Do you remember the night this time last year when we all went to the quarry?” Mike finally said, easing the silence with his quiet voice. All he wanted was a smile, a reaction, anything from Richie just to show that he was still in there, somewhere beneath all this darkness.

“I remember,” Richie finally broke out with his hoarse voice, a small smile wrinkling at the corners of his lips. His smile wasn’t bright and vibrant as mike remembered it to be; it looked worn and cold, with not a tinge of colour against his pale lips. “I miss it so much.” He finally broke down, his lips curling from a smile into a frown as his eyes began to well up. Mike pulled him gently into a tight cuddle, letting Richie’s head rest on his shoulder.

“Come on, Rich, we can go down there,” Mike stated, trying to sound enthusiastic as he spoke calmly, “just like the good old days.” His hands traced circled soothingly on Richie’s back as he tried to calm the other boy down; it was just like it used to be, for a few small moments. Richie never replied - he trusted Mike.

~

The sun gently sank in the sky, swaying amongst the sharp white clouds and the washed-out blue sky. The two boys had settled down in silence, perched on the same rock they always did, the same one they always had. It was a strange quiet between the two, Richie’s usual overworked mouth had grown wordless. There was so much to be said, but neither of them quite knew how to put it.

“I’m sorry, Mike,” Richie finally spoke, his head bowed down, his eyes fixated on the dirt around his feet, “I’m sorry for all the shit I put you through, Mike. You didn’t deserve it, none of you did. I wish I could have just taken my time and worked things out, b-but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. I- I want things to be back the way they were. B-but now you guys don’t love me anymore.” His voice cracked as his tears freely flowed down his softly coloured, pale red cheeks. Richie’s bloodshot eyes lifted their gaze from the ground and pleadingly up towards Mikes.

“Of course we fucking love you, Richie-rich, we always have done, and we always will; even when you weren’t there, you were never off our minds. But you’re back now and that’s all that matters, the rest is just history,” Mike cooed, wrapping his arm around Richie’s shoulder and pulling him into a warm embrace, “Welcome back to the losers club, asshole.” He giggled as they watched the sun set gently into the pastel sky, Richie’s smile returning to his face as he buried himself into Mikes shoulder.

And for a moment, he thought that maybe everything would be alright in the end.

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Thank you for reading! Really hope you enjoyed this chapter! I’ve never wrote from Mikes perspective so I’m sorry if my writing isn’t great, but I hope it was bearable, and it also shows Richie’s softer side, so I hope that was okay-ly written too! THANKS FOR READING, HOPE YOU ENJOYED, AND HOPEFULLY SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER, AND SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES IN THIS I HAVE A BAD HABIT OF WRITING THESE THINGS AT 1AM

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Yesterday, She Was

Peter Parker x Reader (Peter’s POV)

Prompts: “… Do you like it?” “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” Or, in this case: he figures it out. Or: a case of the feelings and irritating hormones.

Anon Request: “Hi, I was wondering if you could do a really cute fluffy thing where like reader and peter are hanging out on a cold, snowy winter night, and there’s hot chocolate and cuddling, then maybe some confessed feelings and kissing. Thanks! Also, you’re a really great writer. I just read all your stuff.”

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

Summary: Peter comes to the realization that maybe there’s more to his observations than just that. Maybe there’s a reason his eyes like to linger. Maybe there’s a reason he’s suddenly flustered and bothered by silly things like fingers and tongues. He’d been caught up on a different face for so long he’d failed to notice his developing admiration for the one right in front of him. Words: 3.9k Peter is 16/17.

Part I  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI

Warnings: Hormones and a brief reference to that scene from that trailer we totally aren’t supposed to have seen or talk about.

His middle digits flexed into his palm as he pressed on his web shooter, web fluid ejecting, the sticky substance jettisoning towards the reflective surface of the skyscraper towering over the busy street below; the sound of it like that of an old, cherished friend, making contact and allowing him to continue swinging. He wove through the buildings with graceful, practiced ease; two years of web slinging now under his belt. His eyes scanning as he moved, ears perked as he changed arms, repeating the same motion, web latching on at a different point and onto a different structure. His body jerked slightly as he changed direction, his muscles responding with a little hesitation, cold air biting as his speed increased with each arc.

He still struggled with a few things. He’d gotten better about changing into his alter self, better about back packs; for which his Aunt was grateful.

Fighting was hard. Losing even more so.

But this he could do. This was relaxing. This was peaceful.

This was when he found refuge in his thoughts.

Thoughts that were now on a subject he’d only recently taken up; carrying him off to the night before, swinging on the webs of his memory to drinks and chapped lips.

It wasn’t the first time he’d found those lips to be the focus of his attention. There had been many late nights since middle school spent talking into the early hours of the morning; hours where he’d studied the lines of them in the dim light of the television as movie after movie played on, fixating on them while they moved, pink flesh curving around her voice, tongue peeking out when she got caught on her thoughts or when she’d spent so much time weaving her stories that the instruments of her craft needed lubrication.

He was always eager to hear everything, watching as the things she held captive in her mind sprung free for him to hold in his own thereafter.

This, however, had been the first time that fascination had twisted it’s way deeply enough into his mind that it suddenly transformed into this tangible thing; a passion; an awareness, that from that point on, would push to the front line of the war waging in his chest anytime he was in her presence.

He’d spent a lot of time watching Liz’s mouth, eyes tracing over their plumpness, admiring the way she decorated them with splashes of color, wondering how those colors would look on his face and neck, smeared against the paleness of his skin if she pressed her mouth there.

He’d liked how the whiteness of her teeth had stood out brightly against them when she stretched those plump things into a smile.

Liz was beautiful in an obvious sort of way, beautiful and kind. It had seemed only natural to him that he should admire Liz; that he should want to feel her. But then what happened, happened, and she was no longer obtainable, gone, and he had found that as days turned into weeks, he no longer thought about the shape of her, or the way she laughed. Truthfully, and in hindsight, she hadn’t even left before he had unintentionally started his thoughts on a different path; it had begun with a promise, a note, and a hug he hadn’t known his worn being had been craving.

Then, and it took a while, it got worse.

And it was all because of hot chocolate.

He’d told her to meet him on the bench beneath two trees a couple of blocks away from her apartment, ‘the place in between;’ where you always met before school. He’d told her he would see her after dinner. He hadn’t expected to get hung up by a group of thugs beating on a sharply dressed white collar in an alley on the way. He certainly hadn’t planned on swinging out into the street just in time to pull a little girl into his arms before that bus could flatten her; mother in hysterics; little blue and purple sneaker blackened and smashed under the weight of a tire.

He also hadn’t expected the clouds to sink, for the air to further chill, and the wind to begin blending little white flurries into the darkened sky.

He was thankful for the built in heater Mr. Stark had gifted him, although it had been Karen who had reminded him of it. It had been a blessing as the sun had sunk below the horizon and the cold air had turned bitter as it began to snow.

And then he was glad for the thick jacket May had shoved at him when he pulled it out of his bag, insisting he avoid being too cold as he’d left earlier that morning.

She sat on the bench exactly where he’d asked her to; always proving that she was the better friend by never failing to answer that question he had been asking for years. Billowy white clouds of moisture puffed out from her as she blew hot air into her chilled hands; tips of her fingers reddened to match with her exposed ears. She had drawn as much of herself into her center as she possibly could, legs shoved against her chest, arms wrapped tightly around knees, a plum colored sweater pulled snugly to her shivering form.

He immediately felt a thousand times worse when he was close enough to see her face, at how red her nose was, the rosiness of her cheeks, her blue-tinged lips, and the furrowed lines of her brows as she frowned.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” she said, her lips drawn in tight, “you told me you would be here right after dinner. It’s nearly 8 o’clock.” Releasing her knees, she crossed her arms in front of her, exposing her fingers to the air.

“Uh oh,” he took a seat next to her, sliding over to where the scratchy material of his jeans sandwiched against the chilled fabric of her leggings;  cool skin leeching into the warmth of his, “using my middle name and everything,” tone light, a poor attempt at making her laugh.

She tucked her fingers further under her arms, nestling them into the warmth her core provided; wild tendrils of hair that had come loose from the messy bun she wore the rest of her hair in twirled around her face, the pieces chasing after the flurries dancing on the breeze.  

She wasn’t having it.

“It’s freezing, Parker,” body coiling as she pulled the exposed skin of her neck into the nest of her shoulders, knitted sweater bunching between her breasts as she retreated into herself further, “I’ve been here for over an hour.”

“I know, I know, I’m so, so sorry,” his fingers tingled as he pulled them from the safety of his pockets to unzip his jacket, “it’s just that - you know, something came up.” She frowned at that, but nodded her head in acceptance, used to the standard response he offered almost daily; always answering, but never questioning.  

Little tufts of the fallen sky littered her hair, crystals hanging from the strands like he did from his webs. A flurry found the bridge of her nose, constellation of freckles hidden beneath the lightness of it; another found a long, pretty set of eyelashes; the light of the lamps overhead shining through their translucence and giving her eyes an almost ethereal, glimmering appearance.

He worked his arms out from the sleeves, freeing his shoulders and baring himself to the bitter air, shivering violently when it caressed the back of his neck and nipped at his ears. “Here, you should take my jacket.”

“No, that’s OK, you keep it.” She shook her head, the briefest of smiles pulling at the fullness of her lips.

“Please? I feel bad, and you look a little silly all scrunched up like that.” He held it out to her, the sleeves brushing against a bent knee.  She took it then, pushing numb fingers through the arms, warm air pushing past her lips as she released a contented sound when the residual heat from his body trapped within the woven fibers latched onto her shivering form.  She buried her nose in the collar of the slightly too big jacket.

“Thanks, Pete,” she smiled then, her lips hidden, but her eyes lighting up, the rosiness of her cheeks deepening.

“Y-yeah, sure,” he said smiling back, his own cheeks lighting up curiously. He looked down at his shoes then, at the way he’d sloppily looped the laces together in the alley he’d hastily swapped costumes in; easier and less distracting to look at than the pretty way the color in her cheeks accentuated the way the skin there curved over the delicate lines of her bones. He toed at the straps of the bag he’d sat between his feet.

A strange thought crossed his mind then: Was it normal to want to touch your friend’s face? Was it normal to want to finger through your friend’s hair? Surely it was. She had done it for him many times.

Was that normal?

It had to be.

He looked up from his feet and across the street to the yellowed lights spilling from the windows of the diner that resided squished and out of place between two towering apartment buildings.  Raggedy looking garland hung around the door, faded green plastic illuminated by the equally fading light of the bulbs dotting the length of it. Someone had painted various themed figures on the door. The flurries in the air becoming more frequent, heavier; making the artificial snowy scenes on the windows seem less than as the white of the falling sky and paint blended together. Another shiver wracked his rapidly cooling muscles; envious of the striped scarf the painted snowman wore.

“We should go inside,” he said gesturing to the cozy looking insides of the building, standing before she could answer, swinging his bag around a shoulder before shoving iced fingers into his pockets, “I’ll get you a coffee or something,” shrugging his shoulders and quirking a funny brow as she looked up at him.

“OK.” She stood slowly, taking a second to stretch her muscles, zipping the borrowed jacket, her nose still hiding in its collar. Her eyes bright like the moon that was beginning to peek from the clouds.

“OK.” He stood awkwardly for a moment, looking at her, at the way his jacket sat on her shoulders, at how different it looked on someone else, someone so familiar; two sets of moistened air puffing from cold noses in sync. He looked away when her brow arched up in question, turning to walk across the street, bodies stiff from the chill of the air and the unfamiliar tension it was filled with. He reached the door first, fingers wrapping around the frozen metal of its handle, skin tingling in shock at the temperature; burning when the heated air of the diner shook its contrasting hands with his nerve endings.

She led the way to the back, picking a secluded booth in the corner; cardboard cutout of a Christmas tree hanging above your heads, spinning lazily in time with the convection of hot air spilling from the vents. He slid his bag in first, pushing it against the wall. The vinyl cushions crinkled as you sat on either side of each other. The tips of her fingers worked to free the table of the glittering salt crystals decorating its sticky surface.

“I’m thinking hot chocolate would be good,” she said, finally comfortable enough in the warmth of the diner to free her lips; chapped from the wind, dark pink and no longer slightly purpled; color attractive without the need for the waxes Liz had favored.

“Yeah? It’s been a long time since I’ve had any,” he pulled his eyes away from her to look towards the place’s lone waitress. She turned to nod her head at him as she finished taking the order of the couple on the opposite side of the room, writing diligently in her notepad. “May stopped making it for me years ago.” He needed to stop and grab a box of mix at the store. Maybe he would make her some this weekend. Ben had loved the stuff. Maybe it would warm her like he used to.

You’d placed your order, waitress walking away with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

His fingers carded through his hair, fidgeting with the waves, fingernails raking over his scalp as he looked down at her hands; hands that wove themselves together and apart again, fingertips that ran over the stitches at the cuff of his jacket. She stopped to fiddle with a hangnail.

It was unusual for the two of you to be so quiet; odd that you were finding it difficult to come up with words to fill the silence. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable; he was never uncomfortable around her, not really. She looked up from her nails to meet his eyes, bright and glittering, an infectious smile gracing her features, pulling at his own lips before he’d even processed the fluttery feeling brewing in his chest at the sight.

Two steaming cups of sweetened, chocolatey milk clanked as they met the table, a bowl of whipped cream finding a place between them.

“Thank you,” you both said at the same time, waitress offering a smile. He pushed a cup over in her direction, her fingers looping through the porcelain handle, a pink tongue peeking through her lips as she brought the cup up to her face.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said as he worked to unroll the napkin blanketing his silverware, pulling out a spoon and scooping a dollop of whipped cream into its silvery bowl, “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” She released a tinkling laugh as the cream splashed into her cup, the hot liquid making quick work of melting it, sweetness mixing into the sharpness of the chocolate. He put a generous scoop of the stuff in his own cup, enjoying the sugary taste as it coated his tongue; warmth of it working to heat him from the inside.

“Definitely, you’re right.” He watched as she took her first sip, eyebrows rising as she closed her eyes and made a pleased sound; the noise bordering dangerously on what he would consider a moan; ears flushing at the strange sensation the thought stirred in his abdomen. His eyes followed her tongue as it ran over those lips, watched as it caught on the chocolate and cream that had stained them, as her tongue retreated back into her mouth, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

He swallowed hard, his throat tight and bobbing, heart fluttering, mind shouting at him in excitable confusion, whispering its traitorous appreciation.

“…D-do you like it?” He found himself stammering, his voice cracking in a way it hadn’t in a couple of years. ‘Come on, Peter,’ he chided himself, feeling a fool for being affected and flustered by his friend.

His very attractive friend.

His friend with very nice lips and a pretty tongue.

‘Good God, being a teenager sucked.’

But was it really just that? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t think so.

She took another drink, making the same noises, the same face; lashes fluttering, teasing pink cheeks.  

He put his drink down.

She nodded her head then, “This is probably the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had, truly.” A single finger reached up to run along the corner of her mouth, wet, pink flesh responding to the pressure, dimpling and stretching as she wiped sweet cream from its surface.

Then she popped that finger into her mouth.

He watched as it pushed past her lips, as she pulled it out, fingertip wet and slick.

He whipped his head to the side, heart hammering in his chest, taking his eyes off of that finger and those lips. His stomach flipped. His cheeks burned. The whole of him burned.

‘Oh no. Oh no. Oh God,’ his internal self uttering through his panicked brain.

And then it hit him, smacked him upside the head, punched him right in the chest with the power and efficiency of the thugs he’d fought off only an hour or so before.

He liked you. He really, really liked you; the friend that had always been.

But it was more than that. He was attracted to you. Really, really, really attracted to you. He realized that he had been for a while; that his brain had been whispering to his heart and that his eyes and ears had been feeding it, and that he didn’t just notice things about you, he really paid attention.

When he located courage among the muck of emotions swamping his addled thoughts to look at her again, her face was different. Under the lens of awareness, everything had softened; the hammering in his heart relaxing to a steady, fluttery warmth.

Another thought crossed his mind then: Liz had been obvious. [Y/N] hadn’t been.

Until she was.

And somehow, that was better.

Now he found himself noticing everything; found that he wanted to notice everything, to build on the catalogue of things about you he had already started filling out years ago without even really knowing.

Now as he looked at her sweet face, at the lines of her nose and jaw, the soft angles of her chin, and the way her eyes caught the light from the glittering specks amidst the garland strewn about the room, he found that her lips; and his continued, almost necessary attention to them, were like sirens, singing to him, tempting him with their shape and color.

If her lips moved against his, with his, the same way they danced around the sounds and syllables in ‘Peter,’ how would it feel? Would his blood sing out in the same way her words did? Would it boil? Or would it be like a balm, soothing the roiling waves in his stomach; calming the storm brewing in the wild ocean of his mind.

What would happen if?

‘But you can’t do that to your friend, Peter. You can’t ask that question, Spider-man.’

So instead, he’d smiled and you’d talked and laughed as you finished your drinks. He’d walked you home before trekking to his own; passing by the diner again on his way, looking into the windows, smiling as his eyes found their booth, paper Christmas tree still spinning away.

Four and a half years ago she was the new girl with the ill-suited bangs and dirty shoes offering him part of the lunch her parents had over-packed; bag of chips crinkling as she held it in front of his face, taking a seat next to him and Ned without asking if it was OK; talking about books and cartoons and stars.

Then she was sitting across from him on the bus, sitting next to him in class, walking alongside him in the hallways; bony shoulders bumping into each other, scratchy nylon backpack straps tangling together. Worming her way into their lives, his life, of her own volition, like even then she’d known eventually it would be his heart she slid into.

A year ago, she’d leant on a dented, scratchy locker; wide open, a friend offering her arms and ears in answer, not really knowing what the question was. Not knowing what she was giving. She’d been the familiar smell, his favorite braid, and a soft sweater for his chin to rest on; like then she’d known eventually it would be her comfort he would ache to slide into.

Three months ago she was the small set of too-warm fingers brushing against his as you’d walked home together. She was the sweet, floral scent in the air filling his lungs. She was the laugh that caressed his ears and squeezed at his heart; the connection between his chest and brain lagging, struggling to identify it for what it was.

Yesterday, she was.

But today, today she is.

Tomorrow, he would be.

Maybe.

When he worked up the courage to do something about it.

If he could.

Should he?

Was it really such a good idea?

With that final thought, he released the hold on the web he’d launched at the brick building across from his and May’s own, allowing his body to push through the dry, chilly air, riding the waves of momentum as it carried him to the sidewalk below. With arms outstretched he caught himself on a street lamp, whirling around it in a last attempt at expelling his nervous energy before the soles of his boots made contact with the cement.

He hadn’t even made it half way up the stairs to his door before his phone had rung. Before Tony had called asking for his help, tension and apprehension in his voice evident; he spoke of a threat to the whole of the world, to the universe. He spoke of how much he hated himself for calling.

Happy arrived seconds after that, uncharacteristically silent, face lined with worry and what looked like fear. There was a case in the back seat, not entirely unlike the one he’d been gifted that first time.

Tony had ended his call with “Suit up, kid.”

So he did.

And he’d fought.

And he’d lost, they all did. So much, too much.

He’d thought of her when he closed his eyes and deafened his ears to the sounds of chaos around him. He’d continue thinking of her, of those lips and eyes, her hair and fingers and of hot chocolate while they remained closed for days after.

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

[stressedoutteenager]

The perfect timing (Part V)

This is based on a prompt I got: Soulmate AU: In which you turn 18 and see everything through your soulmate’s eyes when you’re not sleeping anymore but are not fully awake yet.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

How is Sana supposed to forget about it when she hears the voices of those two people she wants to forget for a while coming from her backyard. 

It's winter. It's really cold outside. Why the hell are her brother and his friends hanging out in the backyard?

She hears Yousef's voice and freezes. Her heart aches at the thought that he's not her soulmate. Sana knows that your soulmate is not the only person that you can end up with and be happy. Still, there is this small voice in the back corner of her head that keeps repeating: it's not him, why even bother?

But that's the thing. Sana can't control her feelings. She likes Yousef, a lot. He understands her. He is always there when she needed him even without her having to tell him that. He thinks of her a lot and surprises her with small things. He never judges her. He did all that while they were still 'just friends'.

She can't take it anymore. She doesn't want to hear their voices. Sana jumps off her bed and quickly goes to her window, closing it. Well, apparently the boys decided, exactly in that moment, that they want to go inside because Sana sees them walk to the back door. 

One of them looks up at her window. Yousef. When he sees Sana standing there he smiles at her which makes Sana's stomach sink. 

Whatever made him avoid her for a week straight is probably solved, even when they have not talked about it yet. Now, since the previous day Sana has been the one to not be able to look at him. She feels guilty. Yousef is not her soulmate and she feels bad about it. She shouldn't. Because it doesn't matter. She likes him and hopefully he likes her back. 

But until that awful sinking feeling in her stomach she gets whenever she thinks of him not being the one whose room she saw on her 18th birthday goes away, she won't be able to look him in the eyes.

"Sana! The pizza is here!", she hears Elias shout. 

She's really hungry but is it worth facing Yousef and Adam. Sure of the fact that she will be awkward around them without them knowing why makes her doubt it. But she is really hungry. So she stands up reluctantly. 

"Sana!", Elias shouts again as she steps into the hallway.

"Coming.", she answers.

Five minutes later she sits there, in her living room and observes the boys. Well, two of them. 

While Elias, Yousef and Mutta are discussing something Sana doesn't care about, Adam and Mikael are sitting on the couch and talking. Very closely. Obviously in their own little bubble. Mikael laughs about Adam smearing some cheese on his own cheek; however he managed to do that. 

They're really comfortable with each other. Yes, all of the five boys are comfortable with each other and don't shy away from physical contact but Mikael and Adam are different with each other. Sana always knew that. It was very obvious to her from the moment she started hanging out with them. 

Out of nowhere a thought comes to Sana's mind. She stops eating.

Maybe that's why she only saw so little of her soulmate's room. Maybe that's why all she saw was so blurry. 

Because Adam might be her soulmate but his soulmate is someone else, Mikael.

Sana had heard of this possibility. It's supposed to be very rare. 

 -

Yousef is supposed to listen to his friends and their ideas for a YouTube video but honestly, he can't be bothered. Not when Sana is sitting a few metres away from him, eating her pizza and not taking her eyes off Adam. She has been distant in the past two days. He knows he has no right to complain about that, he was the one who freaked out when he finally had some proof that Sana could be his soulmate.

That book.

He had overheard Sana telling her friend that she has a book she always reads when she gets overwhelmed.

On his 18th birthday he saw the first Harry Potter book, worn out and with a torn bottom right corner.

On Sana's 18th birthday he found her book, the first Harry Potter book, worn out and with a torn bottom right corner. 

That Elias told him that it is Sana's feel-better book made it certain for him. 

In that excitement he didn't know what to do. He just blurted out: "Elias, what colour is Sana's room?"

And while Elias answered with blue, rather suspiciously, Yousef had no idea what to do with himself. He always had a feeling that Sana is his soulmate but he couldn't just go and ask her. What if she wasn't? But she is!

Well, he freaked out. He thought if he was around Sana he would blurt it out, make her feel like she has to do something about the fact that she's his soulmate. 

And, she didn't tell anyone what she saw. At least none of the boys and not even her mother. Only that she saw blurry things, mainly wall colours. 

So he could not just dump all that information on her. Plus, there was still the possibility that she is his soulmate but he is not hers. Supposedly that's very rare but it can happen.

It all overwhelmed him. He never thought this would do that but it did. Of course the boys noticed that something was up. After Sana's birthday, when Yousef, who always is the one most keen on hanging out at the Bakkoush house, kept asking if they can go out or meet at someone else's house. 

And on New Year's Eve, when he convinced them to sleep over at his and not at Elias', they made him talk. They know how to get information out of Yousef very well, they have been friends forever. It ended with Yousef confessing that Sana is probably his soulmate. 

As soon as the words had left his mouth the boys all jumped on him to hug him and congratulate him. When that died down, after a long time, their comments did not stop. All of them similar to each other.

"I mean, we all knew you were perfect for each other anyway."

"Dude, she's my sister but even I'm rooting for you two!"

"Okay but she has no idea you're her soulmate, right?", Mikael had asked, sounding genuinely disappointed and he's the one who couldn't care less about this concept.

Needless to say that made Yousef worry even more but Elias proceeded to tell Yousef just the basics of Sana's room which made him a hundred percent sure that she is it.

The more it hurts now seeing her avoid his eyes and be so concentrated on Adam. Sana and Adam have always been good friends, bonding over their pretty similar humour and their interest in science. However, the way she looks at Adam and once in a while at Mikael, is different from that. 

They need to talk. Before her 18th birthday they had started hanging out a lot. They talked and texted a lot. Pretty much all day. He hates that there's this distance between them now. 

Okay, he thinks, now is the time. She's at home, he's here. None of them does anything in particular. They should talk now. He takes a deep breath and stands up.

Turns out the universe hates him.  The same time he stands up, Sana's phone rings. She looks down on it and she quickly answers the call and leaves the room. He can't help himself and looks after her.

That evening he doesn't see her anymore. She leaves a few minutes after the call and tells Elias that she'll be home in an hour. Yousef waits an hour, even when the other guys decide to leave.  Sana doesn't come home in an hour. She texts her brother that she'll be a bit late and to please tell their parents if necessary. So finally Yousef leaves, as well.

-

"Are you at home? :)"

Sana rereads this message once, twice, and many more times. 

Yousef sent her this message half an hour ago. She didn't see it until now. She was at the shop, getting something for her mother and did not look on her phone for a while. 

Now she's walking back home, without looking at where she's going. All she can look at is the message on her phone.

"Walking home now"

She sends the message and stops walking for a moment. Why? She doesn't really know herself. When they were sitting in the living room and Eva called, Sana had to leave right then but she did notice Yousef looking at her like he wanted to say something. Is this about that?

"Do you have time to meet me? Only if you want, of course."

"Right away?", Sana asks.

She's still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, just a few metres away from the shop she just left. Staring at her phone.

How is it possible that she's excited and anxious at the same time? She sees that he's typing and presses her lips together.

When he takes more than a minute to type, Sana thinks it might be better for her to start walking again. If she moves, she feels less ... unsure and anxious.

Her phone vibrates and her breath catches in her throat. Does she want to see what he texted her?

Who is she kidding? Of course.

This time she doesn't stop walking.

"Yeah, if you want to.

The basketball court in half an hour?"

Sana doesn't think about it. If she does she will doubt her decision. Right now, she tries to text him back with one hand, still walking.

I'll meet you th

"Ow", she exclaims, dropping the bag of groceries, her hand going to her head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!", the other person says.

Both of them look up at the same time and freeze.  Sana's eyes widen and Yousef's mouth literally falls open.  They both need a second to collect themselves and until they do, they stand only a step away from each other.

Sana is the first one to take a step back and shake her head to clear her thoughts. 

"Yousef.", she says breathlessly, "Hi."

"Hi.", he answers, smiling at her.

They both knee down to get the bag that Sana dropped. Yousef is faster and just takes the bag, ready to carry it.

"I was about to text you back.", Sana says, holding up her phone.

Yousef nods. He saw that Sana was typing and couldn't tear his eyes off the screen of his phone. That's why they walked into each other anyway. It's funny, really. They took turns in avoiding each other over the last couple of days and end up walking into each other randomly.

"So?", he asks, looking at Sana questioningly.

Sana knows what he means. So, are you up to meet me now? Not later.

"There's this coffee shop around the corner.", Sana suggests, still not really able to look Yousef in the eyes. 

Sana leads the way at first, with Yousef falling in step right next to her. He keeps stealing glances at her but all she looks at is the pavement they're walking on. Yousef tries to meet her eyes more than once but never succeeds. Sana is trying her best to not look at him.

Only when they have their coffees, Yousef can't wait any longer. If he does he will lose his confidence and end up not saying anything at all.

"Sana.", he says. 

Sana's eyes snap up from staring at her cup of coffee and she smiles weakly at him. She still can't look Yousef in the eyes. Her heart aches when she looks at him and has to think of Adam in that shirt. 

When Yousef starts talking again, Sana looks anywhere but at his face. At his cup of coffee, his hands playing with the lid of the cup, his leg bouncing up and down. 

"I need to tell you something.", Yousef says, taking a deep breath. 

He is really going to do this. Even when it can end in something that will ruin him. He needs to talk about this with her. She is the one that told him that it's easier to talk about things instead of bottling them up. 

The nerves get to him and suddenly he feels really warm. It's unbelievably cold outside and this café is not too warm either but he just feels like taking of his coat.

Sana's eyes follow that movement. He puts down his cup, opens his coat and finally takes it off. Yousef turns around in his seat to hang his coat over the backrest of the chair. 

What she sees makes her just talk without thinking. The first time today she actually looks at Yousef. 

"Why are you wearing Adam's shirt?"

She's looking at the long-sleeved, blue shirt. With the dark-grey and white splatters over one side. It's the exact same one. Sana is sure. 

Yousef looks down on himself but turns his gaze to Sana. He looks very confused. Confused because Sana is looking at him for the first time in days. Really looks at him. And confused because it sounds like it is a pressing question to her.

"I'm not...", he says, unsure why Sana sounded like it is an important thing what he's wearing.

Sana's eyes roam over the shirt once, twice, and then she looks up at Yousef. The confusion apparent on his face makes her doubt for a second. Still, she needs answers. 

"Adam wore it the other day.", Sana only states. 

Yousef picks the hem of the shirt and looks at it. The other day... oh, on New Years. 

Nodding, Yousef looks at Sana. She has the most serious look on her face while also looking very worried with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, the boys slept over at mine on New Year's Eve but Adam forgot to bring clothes for the next day so he just grabbed something of mine before we came to yours to film a video.", Yousef explains. 

He doesn't know why Sana's eyes widen, her mouth falls open and she looks so shocked that he fears that he did say something wrong without realizing. Wouldn't be the first time. 

Sana opens her mouth and closes it again, three times, without being able to say anything. Worried, Yousef goes to sit on the edge of his seat and leans a bit towards Sana. She keeps looking from his eyes to his shirt. 

"But.. he said that ...", Sana points to the paint splatters that turned out to look really good on the former plain blue shirt, "... happened while painting his walls."

Sana speaks slowly, confused, not really being able to understand anything because the pieces of information in her head don't fit together.

Yousef tries to think of the first of January, when the boys followed Elias home to film something for their YouTube channel. That day Yousef was so afraid that the boys would slip up and tell Sana what he has told them about her being his soulmate that he didn't pay much attention to anything else.

However, he remembers what Adam said.  "That happened when we painted the walls but it looks good and I somehow ended up wearing it today."

Even though he doesn't understand what importance it has who wore what shirt Yousef answers Sana. 

"He said the walls. My walls. Around a week before your birthday I changed my room and the boys helped me paint the walls and build some furniture."

Sana lets Yousef's words sink in for a moment. She can't keep her eyes off of him now. The worried look on his face makes her want to cry. He cares so much even when Sana distances herself. 

One dark-grey wall, three white ones. 

The shirt that has paint splatters in those colours.

The boys painted Yousef's room. The boys painted Yousef's room in those exact colours. 

That shirt is Yousef's. Not Adam's. He just borrowed it. 

"Tell me, how did you paint your room?", Sana asks, so quietly that Yousef barely can hear her over the noise in the coffee shop. Sana is sitting on the edge of her seat now, leaning towards Yousef. 

"We saw that picture on the Internet so we painted one wall dark-grey and the rest white.", Yousef says, still not understanding what's going on. "Why?"

The next thing neither of them expected. Sana jumps out of her seat, almost spilling her coffee, and hugs Yousef. It happens fast and at first she doesn't realize what she's doing. Her arms wrapped around Yousef's neck, her face buried on his shoulder. 

At first Yousef doesn't know how to react. He stiffens. But then he notices Sana relax and slowly wraps his arms around her. His heart is beating so hard that Sana can probably feel it but he doesn't care. He doesn't even care what made her do this, he just cares that Sana feels comfortable enough with him to hug him. To hug him like this. 

Yousef doesn't know how long they are in that embrace for. At some point Sana leans back, still not moving too far away from Yousef. She looks him in the eyes and with the widest smile, showing off her dimples, she tells him what she just figured out.

"I think I saw your room.", her smile gets even bigger, "I think you're my soulmate!"

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Symphony Hall, Birmingham

Tuesday 13th June 2017

The seventies were grim. A decade of industrial unrest and economic meltdown where bankrupt cities decayed as litter would blow their across deserted streets and those who could fled to the suburbs leaving only the homeless, pimps and drug dealers behind. Even those havens on the edge of town offered only slight relief; Britain was a failed state where power cuts and a three day week were followed at the end of the decade by the winter of discontent. Rubbish remained uncollected and bodies were left on slabs in mortuaries unburied. Yes the seventies were grim, at least that is what we are told. This is the version written by those who were to see salvation arriving in the form of Thatcher, rescuing us from malaise into which we had sunk, a version that emphasises the bad and ignores the good. “Never forget the chaos before Thatcher” greets any challenge to the status quo that sees the stagnating wages, diminishing opportunities and falling standards of living for the many whilst a few take an ever greater share of the wealth. This, we are told, is how it has to be, the alternative is to go back to the seventies and that was, as we keep telling you, grim.

Instead of being a version of history, however, this has become the version, the one that is used as a threat to those who didn’t live through it who have little on which to build their own. Each of us, however, has our own memories that create a different story, one in which the decade was far more optimistic and exciting. My story sees me go from junior school to starting university, a decade of exploration, the excitement of discovery and the intensity of emotions experienced for the first time. My horizons broadened as the boundaries that had once marked the extent of my world were broken forever. A time of long warm summer days, where we could stay out long after the sun had set, and short sharp cold winters, the reality of course was very different but these are the memories. By the middle of the decade, I was at secondary school, old enough to be trusted on a night out with my friends, a regular one I am now ashamed to say was disco at a local Conservative club, and to go to football matches without having to be escorted by my dad. It was also where my unhealthy obsession with music started to develop. From the start of the decade, songs were making their way into my young mind, leaving an impression so strong that I still know the lyrics to “In the Year 2525” by Zager and Evans despite not having heard it for years. A few years later, I acquired my first singles, “Hot Love” by T Rex and “Double Barrel” by Dave and Ansell Collins, played to the point of destruction. More followed, some, “Starman”, “Pyjamarama” and “This Town Ain’t Big enough for the Both of Us“ still seem like cool choices, others, “Son of My Father”, “Tiger Feet”, “Blockbuster” less so. As my physical world expanded, so to did did my musical world, beyond the short burst of pop so that albums began to nestle alongside those early singles; my short attention span, however, meaning that they were rarely absorbed in a single sitting. “Led Zeppelin IV” “Dark Side of the Moon”, “The Yes Album” became my challenges, concentration was needed to unpick them, just playing “Black Dog” then moving onto something else meant that the threshold to the adult world was still out of reach.

It is often forgotten that 1975 was a glorious summer, mainly because it was topped by the year that followed it, but it was during those bright sunlit days that the order started to change, that rather than holding a secret only accessible to a chosen few, these behemoths of prog would start to be seen as being a bit pretentious. For me, the catalyst for this came from a very unlikely source. Then, television was a family experience where after a meal we would all sit around to watch the evening’s entertainment unfold, something that usually involved our parents complaining about our tastes but being selfish and stroppy we usually managed to get our own way. One programme we all watched, however, was “Tomorrow’s World” which one evening included a short film about four smartly dressed Germans striking metal discs with what looked like knitting needles. Playing what we now know to be “Autobahn”, the announcer informs us that they have recently managed to dispense with all recognisable instruments and ”next year, they hope to eliminate the keyboard altogether,” The future will see them wearing jackets with electronic lapels that will be played by touch. Now the clip looks bizarre, Florian Schnieder’s last look into the camera is creepy and the electronic music sounds primitive but then it was revolutionary and that single moment inspired many to give up on trying to contort their hands into forming an Fm7 chord and pursue their rock ’n’ roll dream by programming a synthesiser. The single most important event in the evolution of dance music? - forty years on The Guardian identified it as just that.

They never did get those jackets and of the four who featured in the film, three have now departed leaving just Ralf Hütter as the sole original member. The culmination of those plans outlined the their Dusseldorf studio all those years ago, however, appears towards the end of this intensely absorbing show. With just a logo left on the screen informing us that this has been a “Kling Klang Musikfilm” the stage is left in darkness as the curtain is slowly drawn to hide the four lecterns that are lined up across the front. A deep electronic pulse soon resonates around the hall followed by a few clangs and bleeps, eventually combining to form the recognisable introduction to what will follow. Faster and faster it gets as the curtain opens to reveal the source, four red shirted robots staring vacantly out at the audience. Their upper bodies rotate while their arms make slow dramatic gestures, managing to be in sync despite the slow deliberate movements appearing to be a different dimension to the beat of the music. The instruments have gone, no keyboards, no human presence at all, just technology, a possible glimpse into a future where artificial intelligence will keep the music alive long after its creators have gone, “We are programmed just to do, Anything you want us to”.

It is a tempting narrative but it is based on two myths, the first being that Kraftwerk have always been focused purely on technology and secondly that they have always been about the future. True, they often seem to encourage these easy perceptions but even during “Numbers”, built around counting up and down in a heavily synthesised voice, it becomes clear that the importance is not the technology itself but the human interaction with it. As technophiles, the future they saw was full of optimism but in some cases the music has taken on a more sinister meaning that it never had on release. “Computer World” becomes about the dehumanising effects of big data whilst “Radioactivity” has become an elegy to the victims of the nuclear disasters read out in the introduction. Reworked to a faster pace with a trance like beat, the dispassionate reading out of these disasters and Hütter singing some of the lyrics in Japanese, makes it eerily haunting. “Computer Love” sees the human interface at is most vulnerable, isolated staring at the screen, using the computer as a means of finding love, in some ways one of their most prescient songs.

Whilst Kraftwerk were, and in many ways reman, cutting edge, there was always more than a whiff of nostalgia about their future. The VW and Mercedes cars that drive along the “Autobahn” are those around when the music was created and it is doubtful that even German roads were ever that quiet, but then the song has always been about the ideal of the open road rather than the reality. “Spacelab” could be straight out of a 50s sci-fi movie, the 3d glasses worn by the audience likewise, and the effect of the satellite reaching out into the audience is startling, someone sitting a couple of rows in front of me ducks. It also finishes with the spaceship flying over Birmingham and landing outside Symphony Hall, despite their impassive manner, they always did show a wry sense of humour. The music from “Tour De France” is accompanied by images from the race over the years but with added graininess to give even the most recent images a vintage feel.

“Tour De France” also shows that despite producing little in the way of new material for over a quarter of a century, they have continually reworked their music to adapt to changing tastes, the availability of new methods of producing their sound and their own, mostly Hütter’s, relentless quest for perfection. It is “Tour De France” that has changed the most since I last saw them four years ago, becoming a montage of man and machine, trance like rhythms and swirling melodies, it was almost possible feel the sweat. The clear acoustics of Symphony Hall meant the low bass of “Man Machine” vibrated every muscle, so much louder that it had been last time. There were some shouts for the volume to go up but it seemed right to me, loud when it needed to be but also providing quiet moments, the dynamics showing the grasp they always had for the feel of the music. No where was this better illustrated than on the delicate beauty of “Neon Lights”. The pounding bass and crashing metal on metal of “Trans Europe Express” again seemed to leap out of the speakers with more force than before but “The Model” was pretty much as it has always been, perfection needs no reworking.

The last time we saw Kraftwerk was at Latitude festival four years ago, I loved them but many there, including my wife, were soon complaining that they were a bit boring. In fairness, a Suffolk field is not the best place to be drawn into a spectacle like this and seeing them amongst their most dedicated fans in a more enclosed space made it all the more special. Hütter’s never ending quest is to bring music and visuals into one completely coherent work of art, hence the shows being presented in art galleries, and this leads to his constant reworking of the music to achieve the perfect marriage. This does have the advantage of refreshing those songs recorded over forty years ago, making for an exhilarating ride that has even converted my wife into a fan. As for me, I will be doing it all again on Sunday - “Musik - Non Stop”.

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David

I woke up to Chinese water torture. Condensation was accumulating on the inside of my tiny tent and little drops of water fell on the bridge of my nose, one after another. Deep breath. Opening my eyes, the gray nylon was illuminated and long shadows were cast from the low winter sun, barely risen over the horizon. It was Friday. My favorite class was meeting today at 10:30 and it took a good 40 minutes to walk there. I had lost progress after having worn shoes for only about a week in Washington and Oregon so I still had trouble with the gravel path that ran along the lagoon.

I climbed out of my tent and dug around in my big pack. I pulled out my notebooks and a pack of instant oatmeal. Standing to watch the gulls and the runners at the edge of the sea cliffs, I ate the oatmeal raw and thought about my dad. His name was David, just like his dad. They called me Samuel David when I was born. At this point I hadn’t made it back home yet, hadn’t asked my widowed grandma for grandpa Dave’s leather-bound bible. I had yet to read about how David got lucky with a slingshot and then proceeded to lose his mind and write Psalms about pain and fire and death. I had the luck part down, at least.

Don’t believe me?

I found a pair of glasses on the ground, just lying in the dirt. Black, rectangular frames with both lenses scratched but still intact. They fit my prescription, so I wore them. I picked a yellow flower and rolled my black jeans up to my knees as I walked down to the music building. I missed World Music with Professor Novak by about five minutes. I could have probably walked in late but I looked like a goon with the flower in my hair and the pine cone hanging around my neck on a string and all. Plus I wasn’t technically signed up for the class or enrolled in the University and I was camping illegally on an area of campus that was reserved for indigenous wildlife. I took it all in stride and went to check the cans by the library instead.

After a couple of half-eaten sandwiches and probably some chips or something, I made for my recently-discovered happy hippie hole down in IV, a communal living project called The Faux Op. This was off-campus, hidden behind a bunch of more recent apartments and only accessible via a crooked driveway with a secrete entrance on Abrego Road. 

Things were relatively quiet when I got there. Everyone except for a few of the heavier mid-week drinkers had gotten up and had breakfast before going to work or school or whatever else. I still wasn’t familiar with all twenty-something people who lived there, so I took the opportunity to slink unnoticed past the mirrors and paintings and couches of the “outdoor living room” and sniff around downstairs. 

I walked into a cloud of thick, sweet-smelling white smoke. I followed the hazy trail, feeling crumbs and weird sticky stuff on the tired shag carpet with my feet. The vapor trail led to Sam and Stef’s room which they shared with two parakeets and a guy who was still asleep in his bed at the far end of the room. Sam had been talking animatedly about how the house was falling apart. Some shenanigans with the chore system and somebody wasn’t doing their dishes. I caught a glimpse of Stef putting on her most patient face before she noticed me looming in the doorway.

“Tall Sam Jones! You’re back!” She jumped up in exclamation and she and Sam both charged me and hugged around my torso. “Well hey you two!” I retreated back against the opposite wall, we all now stood in the vape-filled hallway. “Glad to see someone’s still around.” 

“Fuck yeah we’re still around!” Sam replied, stepping back and gesturing with his vape rig as he spoke. “We were just about to get dabbed out for the day. You wanna smoke some wax with us?”

I raised my eyebrows “Duuuude thanks for the offer, that sounds queso. I’m chillin’ on it though, I was actually wondering ... Stef, you said something about tripping later this weekend?”

“Uhh, yeah! We’re doing it today!” 

“Aww no way? Did I totally guess right then?”

“Mm-hmm” She nodded her head. I saw Sam get kind of distracted standing behind her. She wore her dark hair in a long braid that ran way down her back. “We’re gonna eat them and then go dance at this David Bowie party that our friend Claire told us about.” I asked about the party with the only piece of information I had relating to the late great rock star: “Woah, didn’t he just die?” Sam cut in while exhaling another dragon blast of candy smoke. “Yeah, it was just gonna be, like, a ‘funk party’ at first but I think they’re making it a tribute thing now.”

“Hey, maybe I can go play my sax there!”

“Oh! Is it at your camp?” Stef perked up a bit. “Maybe we can eat the mushrooms here and you can take us to go see your spot and grab your Saxophone and then if we feel like it we can go dance!”

That’s exactly what ended up happening, which was kind of a strange shift for me. I had been used to hitch hiking and just bumping around solo without much of a plan besides “meditate, be kind, and play music.” Now that I was latching on to my friends, I just followed the easy rhythm that they liked to lay out in front and then follow. We ate a couple of stems and caps each in the late afternoon and walked parallel to the beach on Del Playa Drive under a warbly, deep-red sunset. We had to go by the stars by the time we made it to the big field where my campsite was hidden. Somehow that method of navigation seemed easier as the Psilocybin kicked in. 

I think that seeing the place I had been living helped my new friends believe that I was for real. We sat on sandy soil in the little clearing I had made, fenced in by a natural-looking barrier of sticks and living bushes. It was all talking and laughing and feeling the sea breeze bring a chill across the mesa. The day before I had found the skull of a red fox half buried in the grass. I named him as my new pet “Smilin’ Tom Fox” as he still had some skin and whiskers and teeth on one side of his jaw that kind of pulled into a zombified grin. We buried the longest-stemmed mushroom in the sand there beside Smilin’ Tom as a “thank-you” offering to the earth. When we all felt good and it was time to go, I pulled my Soprano Saxophone and my trusty black suit jacket out of my tent. 

The stress and nervous calm-before-the-storm energy that Isla Vista had on Friday afternoon was replaced by the welcome-to-the-jungle energy of Friday night. The three of us strolled in the middle of the street among groups of giddy guys in button-ups and fierce packs of prowling high-heel miniskirt jungle cats. I remember some drama with trying to trying to persuade another group of people to come with us. With my musician’s jacket on and my horn case in my hand, pretty much all I was thinking about was “get to the funk party.” The others would end up there with us or else they’d be missing out. Stef came to the same conclusion and we continued. Music on all sides. Synchronized reactions to beer pong games cheering out over the music. Four houses on four corners all blasting different beats. It was an easy place to get lost. Luckily, I had two sentient street guides. I wouldn’t have needed one by the sound of the place. 

We entered the back yard to the fade-in intro from the Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive.” At this point I became a barefoot funk monster who couldn’t stop dancing. I was instantly locked in. The party was a living and I could feel it breathing. I let instinct take over. There were floodlights illuminating a patch of grass with maybe 60 people dancing and milling around. There was a small garage with a cheap plastic table pushed against it. I ran around to the other side of the garage and threw my saxophone on the roof. Then I wedged my bare feet between two palm trees and scampered up there. The slanted A-frame gave me a minute to collect myself as I pulled the Soprano out of her case. I looked up toward the sky and saw Orion. The night was in my hands.

Lived up on that roof for a good three hours. I danced like the Pied Piper and ripped through some kind of jazz I don’t think anyone there had heard before, least of all me. I watched the size of the crowd double and then double again. Eventually people made it up on to the roof to give me cold cans of “jazz juice” and to smoke spliffs during square tunes. The night ended with “All-Star” by Smashmouth, which, in my mind, is the undisputed end-all anthem of my exact generation. Actually, the night tried to end there, with some help from the Sheriff's Department, but then somebody yelled “FREEBIRD!!!” and let me tell you, whoever was playing DJ that night, they were on it. 

I hopped down from the roof and joined in a mosh pit for that last one. I don’t know if we even played any David Bowie that night. It was mostly Ray Charles and Average White Band. I do know that he was smiling down on us that night though. He was talking me through it. 

I don’t know what much of this means. I wasn’t concerned with analyzing anything in the moment. I just went with what felt right. That’s what I’m still trying to do now. 

Pray for world peace.

[captain-spookycandycollecti-blog]

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Last company auto renewed my policy but i wasnt aware of this as had moved address, so to cancel it I had to pay 133 as id already started going with someone else on top of the initial deposit amount i had to pay for both companies which has took a large chunk of my money for what i feel was no fault of mine, then a month later im getting letters from my current insurance asking me to pay an extra 90 plus 25 admin fee or my policy will be cancelled AGAIN meaning a cancellation fee because when i said i had held my licence for 8 years they recon its 7 ive held it for and this makes my policy go up, thing is i got my licence on 22/08/2003 and took my poliocy out on the 19/08/2011 so they're making out when i took out the policy i only had licence for 7 years for sake of 2 days who the hell wouldnt have said 8 to that? it just seems theyre trying everything now days trawling through all your stuff finding the smallest detail just so they can get money off you or cancellation fees cos that way they're not risking anything on insurance but still gettin money off you for cancellation fees its a joke and I can really see why people think there's no point having insurance anymore. Plus I have never made a claim since I started driving but because others have in the country im being punished with premiums going up. Will it just end up where everyone who simply cant afford it thinks sod it and drives round with no insurance? surely that would make things even worse but all these cancellation fees if it happens again that I have to cancel that will be 550 ive paid in the last 2 months and still my car wont have insurance????? arghhhhh its doing my head in surely something can be done to help the customers a little more as insurance was always a headache but this is becoming ridiculous now. ..""

Who is the cheapest car insurer for 2011?

my car insurance has gone up 140 this year

""Cheap car insurance in Highland, CA?""

Um i live in highland ca 92346, im 18 male just got my license 1 month ago, jux bought a 96 honda accord, anniversary edition. 4 doors, 150 k, excellent condition, which car insurance is the lowest for a guy my age?""

How do I get affordable higher coverage health insurance?

I live in New York. I'm 22. I was on my college insurance plan, but I lost it when I went on medical leave. I had an extension plan, but that also expired. I have no job because I'm too sick to work. If I would go back to college before I got a job. Right now, I'm on a strictly emergency health care policy with no preventive care that runs me about $188 a month. I need more coverage though. The problem is that I'm not eligible for most plans because I don't work. For the coverage I need, it will cost over $1,500 a month. I can't afford that, I don't have income. What do I do? *Before my college plan expired, I was going to doctors. I am diagnosed with POTS, and I was having sleep studies where I was being treated for day time sleepiness. Never got an official diagnosis, but I probably have Idiopathic Hypersomina. Both of these require occasional tests and I will need to see doctors regularly until I have a treatment plan. I'm also a cancer survivor and need to go back in to get a battery of tests every year or so. Out of pocket, just a an office visit cost around several hundred dollars. (I have no lapse in coverage.)""

How much does car insurance cost for a 19y/o?

Hey, I just wanted to know what is the avarage cost of car insurance in California( San Diego) for a 19 yearold female and college student""

Why is my car insurance higher than my sisters?

Okay I am kind of frustrated so I am hoping someone can explain this to me. My sister and I both have our car insurance through progressive. We both have 2003 Chevy Cavilers (4 doors). Neither of us have been in an accident, we live only a few miles apart. The only differences I can think of: Her car is red, my car is blue, and I am 23 and she is 25. Other than that we have the exact same policy, everything! Last month she paid 140 for her 6 months. This month they want me to pay 191!!! I don't understand!! Does me being 2 years younger really make a difference?? I appreciate any input! Thanks for your time! Also, who do you think has the best car insurance. I am going to switch if I can find lower than 191.""

Do teens with their permit need car insurance if their parents have USAA auto insurance?

please provide where u got this info from not jus u came up with it i need proof

Can a car insurance company lower the estimate?

Ok here is my dilemma: I got in a car accident about a week ago, the other driver is at fault. I went for the repair estimate to the agent #1, he was ready to write a check for $1500, but I was wondering how much they would pay if they totaled the car, in a couple of days I got a phone call and the agent#2 said that the vehicle is gonna be a total loss and said they would pay $2300 and take the car. I decided to just take the $1500. Agents #1 and #2 directed me to an agent #3, I explained the whole situation to him and he said he would issue $1800 if I want to keep the car BUT I would have to get a salvage title for the vehicle first due to the state law. The state law requires a person to get a salvage title if the repair cost is 75% or more of the vehicle total value. I do not want to get a salvage title for the vehicle and I told him that the original estimate given by the agent #1 was $1500, not $1800 which is less than 75%, to which he responded I believe we still had some items open when you got that estimate . he will check it and call me back. 1. Can I just lower the estimate to original $1500 so I would not have to get a salvage title for the car? Any law that allows me to lower it? 2. Will the insurance company receive any benefit if they pay me more money but I will have to salvage the car? Why do they wanna do it?""

How do i get my commercial insurance license?

i am on the road becoming a insurance agent and i want all the insurance licenses possible, but i can't find any places that give commercial insurance license.""

Cheap insurance w/a DUI???

Which are the best companies to compare for car insurance w/a DUI on your record???

""I drive a work vehicle 5 days a week, shouldn't I get a low rate insurance for my own car?""

I've started a new job few months ago, where I'm provided with a work vehicle (insured by my work) and I drive this work car 5 days a week (Monday thru Friday) ... I still have my own car and I'm not getting rid of it, but the question is shouldn't I get a lower rate insurance for driving my car only in weekends, if any?""

Where can I find low cost insurance plans?

I am 19 years old and I want to sign up for health, dental, and vision insurance. What are some insurance plans that I can look into, that are low cost?""

Want the cheapest and most affordable insurance in Florida (Tampa) !!!?

He guys, I'm 19 years old and just received my driving license this week. I want to insure my car that I just bought recently , would someone tell me a name of a company that offer an affordable insurance for student ? Just to let you know , some people say that there is no differences between insurance companies prices. but actually that is WRONG !!!>>>>> Some companies try to get customers by cheap prices > please let me know if you have experiences this situation.""

How do I get my health insurance company to cover hiv testing?

HIV testing is now covered under the affordable care act. I went to my ob/gyn for my pregnancy and he ordered hiv testing but I got a bill from the lab for the full cost of the test. ...show more

Where can someone find health insurance if your not perfectly healthy?

my daughter is 25 and needs affordable health insurance

When should i buy car insurance?

I am going to buy a car on Tuesday. Is there a grace period during which i can drive the car without insurance until i get it, like 5 business days or something like that, or do i need insurance before i buy the car?? This is my first vehicle so i dont have an existing policy i can add this too.""

Insurance on a ninja 250?

Hey I have been looking for my first bike and since I have no experience shifting and riding I want a small bike so I was thinking a ninja 250. From what I have seen they have plenty of power for me, and in my price range so I was wondering how much these cost to insure? I have allstate for my car if that matters? thanks a lot. and please don't tell me I need to be safe... I am already signed up for my permit class and a safety class. and I am no wheelie riding 100mph rider... just looking to commute and go for rides. Thanks""

Are private pilots required to buy insurance for their planes?

Are private pilots required to buy insurance for their planes?

Car insurance so unfair?

I am 18 and I know the prices are a joke, all I want is a 1.6 astra 2007 and I have to pay 10 k to get insured.Over in the US and over countries kids get massive jeeps, why is it over here, most people can't even afford a 1 litre corsa. Pisses me off that I get tied in with the same brush because of my age, surely can they charge a ridiculous price such as 5k and give you half back if you don't crash? they will still be profiting massively, as my dad pays 280 a year. If i want to suceed in life, I think i'm best leaving the UK, they just want everyone to use public transport and don't want people to have the luxury of driving a car. Anyone else agree ?""

""I'm 17,passed my car test.have a 1litre vauxhall corsa 3dr,wondered if ne1 knows of cheap insurance companies?""

Hello, I'm 17 years old, i have just passed my car test. I have a 1litre vauxhall corsa, 3doors, which is meant to be a very low insurance group, I just wondered if anyone knows of a cheap insurance company? Or any good ways of getting cheap insurance for a couple of years until I get a full time job - like named driver or something? The best quote i have so far is 2100 for a year. Thanks.""

What is a good place to get cheap SR-22 Insurance in the state of Utah?

What is a good place to get cheap SR-22 Insurance in the state of Utah?

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Car insurance for family car?

My mum is learning to drive and my dad got her a small Vauxhall Corsa and the idea was to insure me on the car so I have access to it should I need it. The quote just come in at 1300 ish and well for a car I may or may not be driving that much I am not going to pay it. On my own if I owned the same car I have found insurance of around 700 which is more acceptable. The problem is I don't own the car and my dad is insured on it and my mum is insured on it as a learner, but could I then insure myself on that same car separately? Naturally I'd have to tell them who owns the car but other than that? The main problem is I'm 21, have not driven in three years since passing my test (due to insurance funnily enough) and a student, which is a potent mix for insurance companies ripping you off as much as possible.""

Can insurance brokers be trusted?

I am getting my first car insured and am thinking about going through an insurance broker because of the cheap price....

Health Insurance?

Does anyone know of a good resource for obtaining cheap health insurance and information?

Insurance E-bike?

I live in california and I would like to know if I need an insurance for my e-bike if I hit someone or something. If you could post the web page you found it on that would be nice. Thanks

QUESTION ABOUT CAR INSURANCE?

i was involved in an accident a couple days ago, and it wasn't my fault, well my son was drivin my car and hes not in mygo inicy, he got his own car his own insurance and everything , anyways, so i called the insurance and they said they were goin' to call the other person whom my crashed with, later my insurance called me tellin' me that my car won't be fix because the other person insurance has expired??? and because my son was drivin my car, they also told me that because my son its not in my policy?? i told them But My car has full coverage??....Why Wouldn't they fix my car??..can i get a lawyer for this??""

Around how much does car insurance cost?

just learned to drive, my parents said i can have their old wagon if i pay insurance. i want to see if i can afford car insurance. how much is it approx?""

Should I get health insurance?

I'm going to be 18 in a few months and I'm trying to figure out if it'll be cheaper to get health insurance or not get health insurance. I'm on 3 prescriptions, every 3 months I have to get an MRI and CT scan, and every 6 months, I visit my eye doctor. Would it be cheaper to have health insurance and pay them monthly or just pay the doctor bills on my own? Sources?""

Car accident and insurance?

My friend's car got hit from behind on the freeway and she only got libilities so her insurance doesn't pay to fix her car. The guy who hit her is a teen and his insurance is under his mom's name. His insurance is paying only $10,000 maxium. The cost for total fixing is going to be $13,561. My friend can't pay the difference of $3,561. Now what can she do? Is that the responsiblity of the guy who hit her? should he be the one to come up with the rest of the money? or is she out of luck? The car is in the collision center now. She's losing sleep and having headaches and sore neck, etc.. and missing work... and she still hasn't go see a doctor. Any advice for this poor girl?""

How can I lower my car insurance?

I have a 2010 Chevy cobalt LT. I pay $420 a month for insurance! I understand I'm 21, and it's a sports car. But I've been driving for 5 years, I've never got in a crash nor gotten any tickets. Why could this be? I know lots of younger people with much more expensive cars but they don't pay nearly as much.""

Does the Lexus IS 300 have high insurance rates?

compared to a honda accord sedan.

Car insurance and crash?

ok well last night it was rainy and i was going down a street i tryed to stop and take a turn but i lost control and went over the curb scraped the left front of my car pretty bad. the damage was my front bumper is pretty much destroyed, the mirror broke off, wrecked the front left tire, and a huge long dent on the front left top of the car just before reaching the front hood and also a hole near the door and now i cant open the front door all the way. after i had to change the tire and i drove home. this was my first crash involving car insurance and im 17. will i still be able to drive if the car insurance covers it? i really dont know whats about to happen.""

Does your license get suspended for not paying insurance?

Does your license get suspended for not paying insurance?

Who is the cheapest car insurance company for a young driver?(19 yrs old male)?

Who is the cheapest car insurance company for a young driver?(19 yrs old male)?

No insurance for high school sport?

What happens if you don't have health insurance and you wanna try out for a team? Will they disqualify you from even making the team because of it?

How can you get dental insurance when you can't afford dental insurance?

My husband and I have health coverage, but it doesn't include dental insurance. So we have to pay our dental bills out of pocket. That was okay until I started needed expensive procedures, like root canals and crowns. Last year we paid for a root canal ($1000) and this year we paid for a root canal ($1100) and both of those teeth still need crowns (which will cost $1000 apiece). Since we were still paying the bills on my root canals I put off having the crowns done until those bills were clear. Now today my tooth broke so I'm going to have to have that crown done. Is there ANY way to escape this? I feel like I'll lose my teeth just because I'm not lucky enough to be rich. Do you know of any kind of affordable dental insurance that will take care of procedures like root canals or crowns or oral surgery? (My dentist wants me to have THAT done too for an impacted wisdom tooth.) I want a healthy mouth. But I can't afford it. Is there anyone that helps people like me? Thank you. Nita""

""If i trade in my car, which doesn't have gap insurance, and get a new car with gap insurance will the total lo?""

I owe $13k on my current vehicle and am looking for an upgrade. we've had horrible weather the past few months and am afraid of wrecking the (potential) new vehicle and still being stuck with a bill. would gap cover the entire cost of the loan, i.e $38k= 13k owed on my car plus the 25k for the new car.""

The world of car insurance?

the idea that dropping the price of car insurance for men a small amount and increasing the female amount a huge hike has nothing to do with gender that's the con it's the absolute greed of government and big business hand in hand raking in a fortune as they did when changing the  s p to the criminal decimal currency? the question is why do we Joe public put up with this crap

How Much Do You Pay For Car Insurance?

And Whats On Your Driving Record?

Is there a way I can drop my car insurance since I am not using my car?

I have not used my car in a few months but still have insurance on it. I still want to keep my vehicle though, but just have it in the garage. Can I drop my insurance? My biggest fear is that once I cancel it and want to start driving my car again I will have higher rates? Is there any way I can avoid this???""

What are the different types of life insurance? What are the pros and cons of both?

Which life insurance companies do you recommend? How young is too young for your child? He's 1... I'd like to leave my family with the security and without the stress of money when I die, but I don't know where to start. Thank you in advance!""

Lease- car insurance rate?

What is the ball park range of car insurance for an 17 year old girl leasing an Acura TL? say 2004?

What is the car insurance deposit?

What is the deposit you make on your car insurance? I'm not 100% sure. Do you get it back? I'm in the UK.

Classic cars have to go through emissions in Pennsylvania?

I have a 1967 Chevy bel air that has straight glass pack exhaust and I dont think it will pass emissions and i just moved to pa but before I get the license plate transferred I want to know if classic or older cars if you will have to go through emissions????

Insurance for a Porsche Panamera 2011?

Im planning on buying a porsche about 3-4 years from now. Im getting my license this month and wanted to know will it really cost 2-3k a month for insurance on a porsche? Are their any cheap insurances you suggest?

Insurance for a motorcycle?

How much will insurance cost me... details - live in los angeles - 15 about to start classes and everything in march when im 15 1/2 - want to drive a suzuki gsx-r600 - gpa is around a B average

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Would unemployment insurance work better if it were run by a private insurance company?

Would unemployment insurance work better if it were run by a private insurance company?

Help me find affordable health insurance in ny state if i am not poverty level?

Help me find affordable health insurance in ny state if i am not poverty level?

""16, got a car brought for me.. can anyone help me with an insurance question?""

i'm 17 in 3 weeks.. and my parents brought me a car, it has no insurance but we need to get it back to my house. as i'm only 16, does it have to be on my parents insurance until my birthday?""

What happens to your insurance once you get married?

I am currently under my parents insurance (I am 21years old), both for car and health/dental. My fianc has no insurance because his family cannot afford it. We are thinking about getting married this summer but want to figure out the details first before we committ to anything. I was wondering, once we get married what happens to my current insurance? Are we going to have to purchase our own insurance? And if so is there any marriage packages that would be pretty low budget? Thanks!""

Cheapest insurance company for a young driver without the blackbox?

i want to get a car but i dont want to pay 3grand with the black box. any other cheap insurance companies which insure young drivers with pass plus. thank you

Companies and their insurance for employees?

A company I work for has insurance. I have very expensive medicine and the insurance would pay most of it. my question is IF I GET THE INSURANCE WILL THE EMPLOYEES OF THE COMPANY I WORK FOR AND MY BOSSES KNOW WHAT I USE THE INSURANCE FOR? WILL THEY KNOW WHAT MEDICINES I TAKE THAT THE INSURANCE PAY FOR?

Need help finding cheap insurance for a first car?

i'm looking to buy a first car i've been looking at a couple of cars - Mitsubishi colt - VW polo - honda Civic (3door) my mom is willing to go on the policy with me just wanted to know what else i could do for cheaper insurance

Why are large engined/big sized second hand cars much cheaper than the small cars with small engines?

I did ask this a minute ago but I got it the wrong way round. Im looking for a car around 3.5k but the cars in that price range are great big hulking cars with huge engines that I cant afford the insurance for. How come smaller cars are more expensive?? I notice that when looking at new cars, the ones with bigger engines and bigger models are more expensive, so why is it the other way round for second hand cars?""

HoW much do you pay for health insurance?

Is it affordable? Do you get help from your employer? What is a fair price?

Why is car insurance mandatory but human insurance isn't?

Why is car insurance mandatory but human insurance isn't?

Why do car insurance companies do credit checks?

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What Texas insurance company covers composition over wood shake shingles?

Hi everyone I'm selling a house and want to be prepared to answer questions about insuring a roof with composition shingles over wood shakes (or wood shingles). I have a major carrier, but I've heard there are insurance companies that refuse to insure these roofs these days. I'd like to know for sure what insurance companies I can say cover these roofs. I am in Dallas, Texas, so it should be a company that is in Texas. Thanks so much for your help!""

How much is car insurance for me?

If you are a sixteen year old with A's and B's, no accident/criminal history, about how much would insurance be on a 1968 olds 442 convertible with a V8? Please don't consider me stupid if this is unanswerable, I just don't want to put my information onto an auto insurance website.""

Can someone help me find car insurance for my dad?

my dad is looking for a car insurance company that insures anyone who drives his car, ie. his children. is this possible? what insurance companies offer this type of insurance?""

Which is the best car insurance coverage for an affordable price?

Right now I am insured with Allstate. I am under an Allstate plan called the gold protection plan in which I will be eligible for a new car if there is an accident. I think I am paying a liitle too much for car insurance. I have a 2004 Honda civic and a 2006 Honda civic. Both cars has full coverage. Does a two year old car need full coverage. I am a safe driver and so far there have been no accidents. But two times some one came and hit my older car and both times the damage was covered under the other party's insurance. Is comprehensive coverage enough for me or is it a good idea to keep the full coverage. Any recommendation.

Individual health insurance?

These are my health issues I'm currently treated for and/or have perscribed meds. Moderately elevated blood pressure, osteo arthritis,fibromyalsia,and I take meds. for cholesterol and depression. I currently pay $380 a month for medical and perscription coverage. I am a 59 year old female. Ilive in Fla. The coverage I currently have is too high and too many draw backs. It seems like a rip off to pay this amount and have so MANY stipulations. I need a name and number only for companies that can truly meet my needs. Otherwise, I'll keep this lousy insurance I have.""

""How much would Workers Comp, Liability, and auto insurance be for my small business?""

Hello, i am in the process of starting a new business and i wanted to know how much it would cost per month to have auto insurance (for one old truck to transport employees to mow lawns, only driving within one city). Workers comp, and liability. We will make about 80,000 a year total just two or three guys (im one of them) working.""

""What would motorcycle insurance cost for 17 yr old guy, kawasaki ninja 250R?""

what would an average motorcycle insurance cost for me? i am looking for a ball-park estimate and understand that there are MANY other factors which matter... If anyone has an idea, what would be like the MAX price for a good insurance... i've seen that insurance prices can range from 200-400 yearly, but i want to make sure that after i get the motorcycle i dont find that the insucance is like 1000 /yr. Thanks""

A recommended affordable life insurance company?

Wanting to plan ahead for my family's sake in the event that something ever happened to me and was wondering if anyone can recommend a reputable and affordable life ins company. I am a 41 yr old male with a wife 36yrs and a 3 yr old son. Much appreciated,,,thanks for any input.""

""If you finance a car in nh, can i cancel my car insurance?

Someone told me you don't have to have insurance. I don't want to pay for something if i don't have to. But i don't want to not pay and lose my car.

Best home Insurance in Texas?

I'm a first time homer buyer and I'm about to gets quotes for home insurance and I was wondering what are some of the best and affordable companies to go with????

Does the colour of a car affect insurance rates?

I mean we all know that the obvious differences between certain cars like the engine size and performance, make of car, year of manufacture etc all affects the insurance cost but does the colour make a difference too? Someone said to me that darker coloured cars like black cost more to insure on that basis than lighter coloured ones like white or silver is this true?""

Looking for affordable health care plans meeting obamacare?

I've been looking for a couple of days now, and the prices I've found are so much more expensive than before, even Blue Cross Blue Shield.""

Affordable health insurance for self employed?

My husband is selfemployed and we want to get an affordable family insurance or possibly just an insurance for me. I a m a nurse but I only work part time and my company wont cover me for insurance. any good health insurance companies that we can get and would cover maternity care in the future?

Do I need car insurance to register an overdue car?

I missed my registration date for my car and it doesn't have any insurance. Do I need to get insurance before they will let me register the car? I live in Fresno, California. I want to get it registered to sell it through craigslist, if that matters.""

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