Winner of the Fic-Tastic Fic Award for best Y/N Harry!
Harry X Reader (AU)
In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.
Read on Wattpad here
so happy that i found this again ❤️ on to read it for a third time
Summary: It was too late for her. It was too late for him. Love was a game that they couldn’t beat.
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Jasper Hale x Wolf!Reader
A/N: I wasn’t going to make a second part because I was content with the ending so this is still angsty. Shout out to the anon that requested this though!
“Breathe. Breathe! God damnit!”
“Paul stop… she’s gone.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him.” The mumbling started getting louder until it became clearer, like your head had just broken the surface of the water you were under. Though you felt a gentle tug, like the water wanted you to sink back into the numbing darkness.
You tried with all your must to snap your eyes open, to move anything. It felt too difficult, you were trapped in your own body.
“Killing the Cullen won’t do anything. We just.. we have to move forward. It’s what Y/N would have wanted.” You hear Emily say somewhere nearby you could almost feel her hand gripping yours.
“Doesn’t matter. Why should Y/N be the only one to suffer.” You hear Jared say
“ Damn right. That’s our god damn sister. And now she’s gone-” Paul’s voice catches at the end, surprising you a little. You and Paul were close but you had no idea he came to care for you so much.
“Paul. Jared. Where the hell are you guys going?” You hear Embry yell followed by two low howls, paws pounding against the dirt.
Suddenly it seemed that someone turned the volume down, the world you almost got back to fading into nonexistence again.
You could feel yourself slipping further. You weren’t dead yet somehow but you were about to be. Fighting with all your might, you try hard to fight against the force pulling you down.
But that was the last thing you remembered before your senses were dulled and you slipped out of consciousness, the water winning the fight. You sunk further down, meeting death’s scythe at the bottom.
Jasper Whitlock was not okay. Lately something hadn’t felt right in his gut. He was going insane. After the day in the woods, it felt like he should have gone back to you and held you in his arms. But he didn’t.
Alice no longer had that bright aura to her, and he could feel her guilt for causing you pain.
‘Jas. I think we should end things. We obviously love each other, that will never change. But we’re just not made for each other, we don’t love each other like that. I think we both also know that. She’s suffering… Jas.. I can’t see her future anymore.’
He recalled those words that she had spoken to him a few hours prior, and surprisingly he felt like a burden was lifted off his shoulders. Yet his ease was short lived as he tried to think of ways to fix things with you.
You imprinting on him had made him question reality. What was real, what wasn’t. Was his relationship with Alice ever real, or was it just a distraction for the both of them.
The Cullen household was solemn, the pack had been extra hostile and didn’t care to stay after the fight, howling loudly and running off somewhere. Jasper hadn’t seen you at the battle and his stomach lurched in circles.
He hoped everything was okay and that you just decided to skip because you were still hurt by his rejection.
The Cullens immediately ran outside when they smelled wet dog approaching fast in their territory. Soon the wolves they recognized as Paul and Jared broke through the trees. They growled menacingly. Dangerously stepping forward, teeth bared.
“Paul? Jared? What’s wrong? where did you go earlier after the fight?” Edward spoke softly, stepping forward.
After a few moments, the wolves growled and nodded in Japser’s direction. Edward’s face fell, his posture going rigid.
“Edward. What’s wrong?” Carlisle spoke, walking up to his son.
“It’s Y/N. They found her earlier. She’s dead.” Edward said stoically, trying to mask his shock and hurt. Everyone in the family knew how close he was with the girl.
Paul snarled loudly, stepping towards Jasper.
Jasper felt like the world had just fallen on him. He couldn’t seem to release the tight feeling in his chest.
No. This couldn’t be real. Could it?
“How?” Esme asked, stepping forward. She didn’t know the girl well but she was one of the friendlier wolves, getting along well with the Cullens during previous run-ins
“It’s the imprint. They said she got really ill after the day of training. They found her on top of a cliff, unresponsive.” Edward said bitterly, tears collecting on his waterline.
Alice looked down sadly, realizing why she couldn’t see the girl’s future anymore. There wasn’t one.
“Take me. Please. I need to see her.” Jasper heard himself speak, his throat dry and scratchy.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea Jasper. The pack is up there now. They will kill you.” Carlisle said gently stepping towards his son.
“Let them. I just need to see her one last time.” He swallowed hard, a single tear fleeing from his waterline and down his pale cheek, “please.” He gently pleaded with the wolves.
After a few moments the wolves seemed to make noises of agreement and Edward subconciously nodded.
“Okay..” Edward said firmly before racing off, Jasper hot on his heels. With the wolves’ help they found themselves atop a cliff.
Jared and Paul trotting up first, seemingly communicating with Sam who was snapping his jaws at the vampires angrily.
Once the alpha begrudgingly agreed, the pack moved away and Jasper could faint at the sight of your limp body, laying stone still. Even in death he couldn’t deny that you looked absolutely beautiful. He was clearly wrong for what he had done to you. He couldn’t deny the earth wracking beauty and gentle aura you emitted when he first met you. He was a coward, believing that him and Alice were really in love, even after your confrontation.
He hurried forward, collapsing over you. Edward behind him. He couldn’t get a grip on reality, gripping your cold hands in his. Your limp hands seemed to be the only thing anchoring his sanity at the moment.
“Please darling. You have to wake up. Please… I’m so sorry. Just open your eyes, we don’t have to be together, I just need you to be alive. Please don’t leave me. I didn’t understand it then, but I’m growing to love you Y/N. Don’t slip away. We can be together, forever, I promise just please.. Come back to me.” He blubbered incoherently, tears streaming down his face and falling onto your cold cheeks. He was bordering on hysterically crying and having a mental breakdown.
Everyone held their breaths, looking at the girl’s body, expecting a sudden heartbeat or for you to sit up alive and well.
But nothing happened, they didn’t know what they expected anyway. This wasn’t some fairytale. His pleas meant nothing, life wasn’t always fair.
Your eyes remained sealed as your heart remained at a still.
The pack whimpered bowing their heads in respect for their fallen member. The Cullens had arrived and were watching sadly from afar.
Nobody could forget the heart twisting cry Jasper let out that evening, gripping you to his chest. He hated nothing more at that moment than the feeling of your cold, dead skin pressing up against his. He just needed your warmth. But it was too late.
Jasper let himself believe he was in love two times in his long life. Both times left him unimaginably broken but worst of all it always hurt the people around him more.
Life wasn’t fair.
Y/N L/N imprinting on Jasper Whitlock wasn’t fair.
But fate was a cruel bitch and life was no fairytale.
i don’t know why i was expecting everything to be okay 😭😭
Summary: When the impossible becomes your reality. Imprinting on Jasper Hale was anything but rainbows and sunshines, because he already had someone else.
Genre: ANGST
Pairing: Jasper Hale x Reader, WolfPack!Family x Reader
A/N: I recommend listening to ‘Good For You’ by Selena Gomez while reading this. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN !
Your bleary eyes could barely stay open as the dim room around you seemed to be closing in, the floating dust stinging your eyes and clogging you ears. Your abdomen curled with pangs of sadness and anger, anger at the world. It felt like you were burning from the inside out, like at any moment you would combust into smoke and fire.
Tears kept streaming down your exhausted face as excruciating headaches kept your head pounding and made you dizzy constantly. You could faintly hear Emily and Sam quietly talking next to you, their voices causing a ringing in your ears, yet you had no idea what they were saying.
Emily patted your sweating face with the wet cloth again, sighing sadly at you. The world loved to fuck with your emotions. Imprinting was supposed to be like a dream come true, soulmates, you loved the idea of them. Having someone that was tied to you, someone to protect and love for life.
No one knew it was even possible to have an imprintee reject their imprinter. But you were somewhat living proof that it could happen. Your imprintee Jasper, a fucking vampire nonetheless, had just crushed your soul. It felt like someone had tied you down and wouldn’t stop kicking you in the chest, no matter how much you begged slowly crushing your bones over and over again.
Sam was the only one who could understand slightly the pain you were in, but obviously not to this extent as Emily soon caved in. It had been a week since the eventful day when you were training with the Cullens when you accidentally imprinted on the blonde soldier.
He was quick to coldly reject you and leave you alone in the cold woods, ears flat on head and heart pouring out all the warmth it had. Love fucking sucked. He didn’t even want to be your friend.
Edward visited a couple of times with Bella, who you had grown close to. And according to them Jasper and Alice weren’t even mates. Edward said that Jasper didn’t want to reject you and treat you so coldly, but he was scared. He didn’t even know what rejection could even spiral into for the imprinters, but Sam and the pack didn’t care. They wanted to rip the no good leech into a million pieces.
Jasper is just scared of change. You should see how miserable he is.
You recalled Edward saying while patting your head gently. Well Jasper should see how fucking miserable I am.
Letting out a whimper, you turn a little to look at Emily and your Alpha.
“It hurts like a bitch.” You tried to laugh but it ended in a dry heave.
Emily was about to start crying seeing her best friend in pain, Sam could only cringe because he couldn’t do anything for the girl he grew to love like a little sister.
“Guys… hear me out… you need to help them fight the newborns. They need the pack.” Sam growled, pacing, “absolutely not. I will not help those leeches, I was hesitant at first and now I know they are no good for us. Just look at that one bloodsucker did to you!”
“Me imprinting was not my choice or his, Sam. You should know that better than any of us. But that doesn’t stop how I feel for him. I can’t protect him or his family, so please do it for me.”
Sam begrudgingly nods after a few minutes, kissing my forehead before he and Emily leave, leaving me in the darkness of the room and the darkness clouding my mind. The pain was bordering on unbearable. Something in you was tugging at you to just stop it.
You sobbed, tears burning your eyes as your chest ached with the burden of rejection.
Just end it.
You have the power to stop the pain, why prolong the inevitable.
He doesn’t need you. The pack sure as hell doesn’t need to deal with your suffering.
You turn to face the wall, suppressing these thoughts. Soon you heard the boys starting to leave, they came in one by one to talk to you, not knowing what the fight would bring.
“Hey Y/N, don’t worry we can take these bloodsuckers. Say the word and we’ll take out the other ones too.” Paul said softly, gripping your hand.
“You know you’re not allowed to hurt my imprintee.”
He scoffed, “he’s a fucking lousy excuse for one to be quite honest.” you laugh gently, patting his hands, weakness coursing through your veins.
As soon as all the boys had left Emily said she had to go get some things from the store quickly.
“Love you darling. The boys will try to talk to some elders around to see if we can do anything.” She had said before heading out.
Moments after you were sure she was gone, it was as if you were being possessed, you sat up suddenly in a daze, suddenly overcome with unknown adrenaline.
You wiped the sweat away, and walked to put your shoes on.
“I need to go outside. Yes, some air would be nice.” You could hear yourself mumble, strolling out and breathing in the slightly salty air, the breeze flowing through your hair, kissing your face. The crunching of leaves and pine needles under your shoes was relaxing as your body seemed to move you in a familiar path but you were too blissed out to realize where you were going.
Soon you found you were on the the cliff the pack used to cliff dive off of. The serene view calmed you as you sat down, taking in the earth around you.
The pain seemed dull as you looked up at the sky above you, it seemed to speak to you, reaching out for you.
Why should I hold on to someone who wants nothing to do with me?
you could faintly see the day you joined the pack years ago, easily the best day of your life.
‘ what is your name? ‘ the black wolf in front of you radiated power, as you bowed your head slightly. You had trespassed on their territory while running from a nomad blood sucker.
‘Y/N L/N. Please I mean no harm, I was just running from a nomad. I will leave quickly.’
He seemed to consider this before turning to his pack, “how old are you kid?’
‘I’m almost 15.’
Another wolf stepped up, ‘Sam she’s just a kid.’
‘Obviously Paul. Do you need a pack Y/N?’
And then it slowly changed to a vision of the first time you went cliff diving on the cliff you were laying on now.
‘uh.. are you sure I’m not going to die? I mean do you see how high this cliff is?’
‘don’t worry Y/N, I’ll go first and wait down there if anything goes wrong.’ Paul said ruffling my hair before diving off with a hoot.
‘don’t sweat it Y/N you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.’ Embry said, patting my back reassuringly.
You shake your head suddenly rushing forward and diving off, hearing a hooting Paul below you.
As you hit the water the vision changes to the one memory you dreaded the absolute most.
‘Y/N. We could never work out okay? We’re from two different worlds.’ You could see the slight regret in his eyes.
‘Is she even your mate?’
‘Just drop it Y/N. After this fight, we won’t see each other again. It’s for the best. Please just.. drop it. I love Alice.’ You could see some doubt starting to pool in his eyes as tears pooled in yours. You could feel an ache developing in your chest, the need for his touch never stronger.
‘ you don’t mean that.’ you try to walk towards him.
He steps away, ‘goodbye Y/N.’ He speeds off and you lean on a tree for support, hyperventilating as your chest constricts violently.
Your teeth are bared as you throw your head back letting a gut wrenching scream out. Birds flying out of the tree above you, as you helplessly fall to the dirt, letting grief consume you. And then pain started coming in waves of endless burning.
fuck you Jasper Hale.
The vision fades but nothing appears after, not another memory, not the sky. You hear the waves crashing and the birds chirping and you faintly hear a howl in the distance. And not much longer the world fades to nothing as the waves stop crashing with the broken heart that stopped beating.
Yes, I think I’ll let it all go now.
HOW COULD TOU DO THIS TO MY HEART
ok but legitimately i think the reason why kids aren’t taking internet safety seriously is because the people who are telling us not to put our personal information out seem so out of touch. no one acknowledges the possibility of meeting very real teenaged friends online, they always say that everyone you meet is a 40 year old white man in disguise. because they aren’t acknowledging things we know are true, it becomes a lot easier to dismiss the rest of what they’re saying as well. internet safety lessons absolutely must keep up with the times and acknowledge the internet’s capacity for good if you want kids to take to heart warnings about its capacity for bad.
Some actual safety tips for teenagers:
1. Have proof they're a teenager first. More than just a picture, have a video call with them.
2. If you want to meet up with them, have your parents or a trusted adult come with you. Even if they are a proven teenager, its still good to have supervision in case any issues happen.
3. If you are talking to an adult, and they start being sexual in any way, you run the fuck away. It doesn't matter if they're 40 or 20. An adult inherently has a power dynamic that teenagers do not. And its up to the adult to act responsible about it. There's exceptions of course, if you're 16 and dating an 18 year old, that's not a problem, we're not talking about that.
4. Being in a server with adults or ran by adults is not inherently bad. Talking to adults is not inherently a problem, and will likely happen in any number of Discord servers. It is only an issue when they are acting sexual and show predatory behavior.
5. Look out for grooming behavior. It can be difficult, because at first it seems like innocuous behavior, like complimenting or giving gifts. Especially if you feel lonely and have low self esteem. And groomers actively target people like that.
If they start trying to isolate you, talk sexual with you, state they depend on you for emotional needs, blame you for their own actions, try to be secretive about the relationship- Then you need to talk to people you trust, block the perpetrator, and call the police on them.
6. If this does happen to you, remember this: It is not your fault. Even if you didn't listen to a single thing listed here, it is not your fault. It is the fault of the adults who knew better, and didn't care. It's not your fault.
To my followers: if any of you guys are underaged, please be very VERY careful on here, and don’t fall for any of the tricks the groomer would use on you, just block them and report them.
You know, I’ve tried writing material where the number of bisexual and gay characters present matches up with real-world demographics, but even that’s apparently enough to get folks passive-aggressively going “wow, is anyone in this setting straight?”, so basically my answer from now on is “no, not a single person in this setting is straight”.
…When a story has 5-10% not-straight people in it, a lot of straight people think “the gays are taking over.”
Instead of whispered, consider:
These posts make me unreasonably cranky. So cranky, in fact, that every time a new one of these goddamn things crosses my dash, I’m just going to dissect them. Both for the edification of newer writers and because fuck these lists.
As mentioned in previous posts: These are not synonyms for whispered. You can’t use them interchangeably. Let’s go through them.
“Well,” she whispered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking in a voice so low it’s become words made of breath, probably because she doesn’t want to be heard.
“Well,” she murmured, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is saying this very quietly, but above a whisper. She may be talking to herself.
“Well,” she mumbled, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking under her breath in low enough tones that her words may sound unclear or slurred. Also very possibly talking to herself.
“Well,” she muttered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking lowly, but more clearly than a mumble. She sounds angry, irritated, or dully frustrated.
“Well,” she breathed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Breathing words may mean relief, exasperation, or exhaustion, and sound half like a sigh. Oh, look—
“Well,” she sighed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is almost certainly not happy. She’s speaking in a tired, heavy breath.
“Well,” she hissed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character’s words are coming out in low, very sharp breaths. She sounds angry, irritated, or maybe just in an intense moment.
“Well,” she mouthed, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is using the barest hint of her voice, if any at all. Her lips are silently forming the syllables.
“Well,” she uttered, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Using uttered in this particular type of descriptive sense actually just sounds awkward. That said, ‘utter’ sounds like a word that implies speech in low yet strong and loud tones, well-enunciated, like someone preaching.
“Well,” she intoned, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The tone of her voice is dull and flat, with little variance in pitch. She is saying this without much emotion (intentionally or not).
Fuck “susurrated”.
“Well,” she purred, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The manner she’s speaking in is silky, smooth, and particularly pleased; quite possibly smug. In this particular example, this implies she probably does have a choice about [whatever it is] and is being facetious.
“Well,” she said in an undertone, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
This is bad, because an undertone is something that needs describing. That’s like saying “her dress was a color”.
“Well,” she gasped, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character is speaking in a sharp intake of breath, probably brought on by surprise or shock. She could also be short of breath, being strangled or something.
“Well,” she hinted, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
The character has particular (duh) hint-hint tones in her voice as she speaks to someone. One can just imagine her leaning over closer to their ear.
“Well,” she said low, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Her voice has dropped below normal pitch, but is above a whisper. There’s a certain amount of dullness in the tone, probably.
“Well,” she said, into his ear, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
This implies nothing about the actual voice, just that she’s literally speaking right into his ear (perhaps at normal volume, which would be painful). It doesn’t, on its own, carry any connotations of tone or emotion.
“Well,” she said softly, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
I have a personal beef with the word “softly” on account of writers in a certain area of a certain MMO that use that word for fucking everything; speech, movement, touch, footsteps, because it helps to passively describe their character as delicate and pretty or something.
It’s a personal beef. There’s nothing really wrong with the word. Moving on.
Saying something softly implies not only a lowered pitch but a certain gentleness (or at least lack of weight) in tone.
“Well,” she said under her breath, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
This is very like muttered, murmured, etc — it sounds (dur) breathier, and is more likely to imply a person talking to themselves.
“Well,” she said in hushed tones, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Now you’re getting closer to an equal term for “whispered”; hushed tones could mean that, or half-whispered. It does imply a certain amount of whisperiness or breathiness. It also implies a deliberate attempt to be quiet.
“Well,” she insinuated, “I suppose I haven’t got a choice.”
Like with ‘uttered’, this feels grammatically weird in that it’s usually a thing a person describes another person as doing (“Greg didn’t say it, but he insinuated it!”), but whatever. It’s similar to hinting; it means you’re trying to imply or subtly convey something, but has nothing to do with actual whispers.
tl;dr Those words are all different, these lists are terrible writing advice and people need to stop pulling tangentially-related words from the thesaurus and saying they all mean the same thing.
as i tell my students:
“use the precise word, not the word that kinda sorta fits or ‘sounds more impressive’ ”
use exactly the word you MEAN
THIS THIS THIS OH MY GOD THIS.
I fucking hate those lists, they drive me batshit. Put down the thesaurus and back away slowly.
fuck “sussurated”
“Sussuration” is the continuous, ambient, non-verbal sound that comes from wind or water interacting with solid matter. A person can’t have an intelligible conversation that answers to that description. Precision is important.
These lists are only helpful IF you know in your head how the voice should sound but you can’t think of the right word without help. I use the onelook reverse dictionary all the time because I know I mean a thing SIMILAR to whisper but I need to see all my options to properly choose. Use the thesarus as a tool to find the correct word, not as a filter to make yourself sound more fancy.
evolution of the iconic Spiderman line
I read one of my old books and was immediately sucked in. So either I am a REALLY good writer or have VERY poor taste in reading material.
If you’re ever feeling unappreciated, just remember that “Toxic” and “Oops I Did It Again” both peaked at number 9. Sometimes the world isn’t ready for greatness, but you’re still iconic.
shout out to my fave under-appreciated unbreakable transgender hero
The thing that gets me is he didn’t ASK for the impenetrable skin. Poseidon was just like “cool cool but you know what you need? skin of IRON. don’t worry bud it’s on the house”
so… Poseidon made his trans boyfriend bulletproof. alright.
I’ve been thinking about that last thing all day and
I’m pretty sure I have a new ship…
Sharing this here because everyone seemed to really like the first one and I’m so pleased with the way my dumb drawing came out
You know what the ABSOLUTE BEST PART of this is?
Caeneus wishes for a man’s body– and Poseidon doesn’t sigh and half-ass it, doesn’t break up with him for no longer having a female form, doesn’t even simply carry out Caeneus’s wish to the letter.
No no.
My boy Poseidon decides to give his boyfriend something EVEN BETTER just because.
It’s like he couldn’t contain himself; like he couldn’t even deal with how in love with Caeneus he was.
MALE FORM? DONE. WHAT ELSE CAN I GIVE MY LITERAL FAVE? I KNOW. I KNOW. I WILL MAKE SURE NO ONE CAN EVER, EVER HARM HIM. FOR ANY REASON. I WILL KEEP HIM SAFE EVEN BEYOND THE REACH OF GODS AND TIME. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
Okay I don’t know if we’re all looking at the same image or not but it says that Caeneus was raped by posedion. It goes on to say that the wish was to have a male form so that they couldn’t be raped again. And then Poseidon proceeds to make a joke of it by giving him impenetrable skin, so that Caeneus can’t be penetrated. This isn’t a “oh by the by I’m trans and want to be seen as man physicaly” this is “oh hey so that no one every forces themselves upon me agian I want to not have a vagina.” And if I have to explain the reason why the skin that can’t be penetrated, it’s a joke about rape y'all :/ This isn’t Percy Jackson, it’s actual Greek mythology and actual Greek mythology can be terrible.
Though I mean I do like this version that Tumblr has made, I feel like it’s important to not bury the fact that this was a rape by making the these two male lovers. Let’s have Caeneus be a trans icon separate from Posiedon if anything.
i was about to have a stroke because everyone was ignoring the RAPED BY POSEIDON part
listen, representation is good but please dont…. dont make them be lovers when it is pretty obvious poseidon was a huge piece of shit
I noticed that and was like increasingly becoming more uncomfortable as I went through the post
ok usually i don’t reblog discourse-y stuff but this is the WEIRDEST glitch i have seen on tumblr- some people are reading a post that has completely different wording than others
The wording here says “he was abducted by Poseidon, who fell in love with him.” So the implicated here is that he was first kidnapped, and afterwards Poseidon fell on love. But on mobile:
This is the version says “he was raped by Poseidon.” and that he wanted to be a man “so that he may never suffer the same thing again.”
I have no idea how this has happened. This is the same post, not edited, being viewed on the same blog, on desktop and mobile. There’s discourse going on in the notes about the fanart, but the person who made it has probably only seen the desktop version and not the mobile version.
This is such a wild glitchy discourse, I’m honestly fascinated by this. Neither side knows what the other is talking about.
This is INCREDIBLY weird. I see different versions when I switch between app and browser, too. How would that even happen? Did the OP upload one screencap and later updated it with a different screencap, and for some reason Tumblr is disseminating both images as one?
Anyway, there’s a lot of outrage in the notes that only makes sense if you see the mobile version. On mobile it appears that people are blithely romanticizing a rape when they are in fact interacting with an innocent version of the same post… how weird.
(Note: there are a lot of versions of the same Greek myths that were often told very differently by different storytellers, so if people are free to create consensual and minimally creepy versions of Hades and Persephone, I think the same liberties should be permitted for other myths.)
i was honestly super confused why people were romanticisizing the couple and forgetting the rape, especially with how sensitive and aware people on tumblr are. the last half of this whole thread clears it up perfectly and is honestly super weird. yo, tumblr creators, what’s up with that?
sharing this cause i wish i learned this sooner
shakespeare villains be like today i will cause problems on purpose
shakespeare be like “what is a man? a miserable little pile of problems”
if you fall asleep in jeans and are still alive when you wake up you are extremely powerful and not to be trusted
Americans are so competitive. Even with people that they like. We ought to start a propaganda campaign like “Sweden has a higher voter turnout rate than us! Are you going to let them win?”
“Britain has better class mobility than us and they literally have a queen! Are you gonna let some corporations stop us from being wealthier than the British, you pussy? Vote for politicians that put higher taxes on the rich and we can beat them!”
“The United States has the worst healthcare of anywhere in the world! Are you gonna just stand by and let that happen? Vote for universal healthcare! Make us #1!”
And then put like some explosions and patriotic music in the background. Get some super famous football players to yell it at the screen. People will listen then. Get a skinny white lady in a stars and stripes bikini holding a big gun to sensually say it to the camera. Slowly create a culture where being a conservative makes you a weenie.
Bi culture TikTok
NOBODY’s safe 😂😂
Can’t risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Warnings: slight smut? just at the very, very end, and cursing
Genre: slight angst?, fluff, bestfriend to lovers
Summary: Peter and [Name] are forced to confront their feelings about one another when she turns to him for comfort after being stood up.
Inspiration: @spiderbabyparker‘s long-ago (when you were still lovely-parker, haha) ask sent to @petersshirts - “Stark!reader getting stood up on her date and rushing to her room crying when she gets back from her date leading to Peter (her best friend) going to comfort her, and he kisses her forehead and says “it’s okay babe” and they end up admitting feelings for each other?”
Notes: So it’s a little different from the ask, but I hope it’s still up to par :)
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At the time, [Name] wasn’t even sad. She was pissed. She had put way too much time and energy in to be stood up like this - no call, no text, nothing. Not to mention she had bought a new dress specifically for this occasion (she blamed her dad for raising her to believe a new outfit had to be bought for every event).
[Name] plopped down on the spinny bar stool and flagged down a waitress. After ordering a milkshake and cheese fries, she pulled out her phone and opened TikTok. Already her “grwm: date edition” video had a couple thousand views. There were those stupid comments like “first” and “early”; annoying ones like “legend has it she replies if you’re early” (what do you even say to that??) and “bet she won’t reply” (guess what, you’re right); heartwarming ones like “omg where did you buy that dress??” and “can i be that pretty”; and then excited ones like “let us know how it goes!” and “someone remind me to come back”.
When the waitress came back, [Name] thanked her and gave her exact change. [Name] scrolled through her For You Page for the next hour, long after she’d finished her shake and fries. She probably would’ve sat there until the diner closed had it not been for a TikTok Flash had posted featuring - are you fucking kidding me? - Lance Thompson, Flash’s cousin but more importantly: [Name]’s date.
[Name] had tried giving Lance the benefit of the doubt. Maybe his phone had died, and his car had broken down. Maybe his mom had gone into labor. Maybe he’d been attacked by a pack of sewage rats while taking the subway.
The last one was a bit extreme, but after seeing that Flash’s video had been posted a mere seventeen minutes ago, [Name] wished it had actually happened. She clicked on the tag that led to Lance’s account -- for why, she didn’t know. She didn’t know what she expected to find, but multiple videos of her was not on the list. She clicked on the most recent one, a video taken just the other day.
“Lance, I’m cold,” [Name] had pouted, tugging on Lance’s hoodie sleeve.
Lance raised his eyebrows, but after seeing [Name]’s wink and playful smile, he knew what she wanted him to say. “Well, damn, [Name], I can’t control the weather!”
After a giggle and a combination of pouty lips and puppy dog eyes up at him, Lance had yanked off his hoodie and given it to [Name] before planting a kiss on her lips.
The bittersweetness of watching the video proved to be more bitter than sweet after [Name] read the caption: week five of making the snobby rich girl fall in love with me before giving her a taste of her own medicine.
Snobby? Her own medicine? Confusion washed over [Name], but it was nothing compared to the heartbreak she felt. She wasn’t in love with Lance by any means, but she had started to genuinely care for him.
This small heartbreak would take a little time to get over, but there was one person who could make it just a bit more bearable.
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To say that there was no privacy between Peter and [Name] would be an understatement. After May had told her that Peter was in his room, she’d walked in without even knocking. Without a word, really, because her heart hurt so much, she didn’t feel like talking.
“[Name]!” Peter exclaimed, surprised yet happy nonetheless, to see her. “How’d your da--” He didn’t need his Spidey sense to tell him that that question was better left unfinished.
[Name] went to Peter’s desk where she kept a drawer of the things she’s needed before that she couldn’t snitch from Peter (bras, panties, etc). Been through this routine a million times, Peter turned his back to [Name] as she stepped out of her dress, pulled on a sports bra, and stepped into a pair of his sweatpants. [Name] threw her hair up into a bun, then yanked the scrunchie out and hoped Peter would play with it; that always seemed to put her at ease and content.
After crawling under the covers and wiggling her way into Peter’s arms, [Name] finally mumbled, “He stood me up.” Peter didn’t say anything, just started twirling a lock of her hair. She closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the moment. “He doesn’t even like me. He put it on his stupid TikTok.”
“Are you serious?” Peter’s temperature was rising; he never liked this guy from the beginning, and him being Flash’s cousin didn’t help his case.
“Yeah, something about giving me my own medicine?” [Name] picked up Peter’s phone from his chest and went to Lance’s TikTok. “I didn’t even know he had an account, and now there’s all these videos of us being all cute together and his caption is always the same: “week whatever of making the snobby rich girl fall in love with me before giving her a taste of her own medicine”. I don’t even know what that means.”
“Let me see.” [Name] gave Peter his phone and watched him scroll through the videos, even the ones without [Name] in them. “Who records the videos? The ones of you and him?”
“I dunno, I never really paid attention,” [Name] sighed. “I mean, in all those videos, we’re with our friends.”
Peter paused a video [Name] herself had recorded; it was some football TikTok Lance and a couple of his buddies had done. “Who’s this?” Peter asked, pointing to a guy with dyed black hair and one dangly earring.
“Braxton?” [Name] looked up at Peter. “That’s Lance’s best friend from, like, Kindergarten. Why?”
Peter didn’t answer for a minute; he was concentrating on something. “Do you remember that party your old friend Lorelai threw back in middle school? The one her parents sent her away to some troubled behavior school because they couldn’t keep her under control?”
“She preferred Rory, but yes,” [Name] answered. “Where are you going with this? That I had a lapse in judgement when it came to friends and hung around the wrong crowd during my preteen years?”
“Well, you did, but no,” Peter chuckled; this provoked a small chuckle from [Name] as well, which meant Peter was doing something right. “Remember the kid with the round glasses and freckles and carrot top hair?”
“Yeah,” [Name] furrowed her brows and thought back to that dreadful night. “I didn’t like him, but she knew he liked me, so she forced us to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. I didn’t wanna hurt his feelings so I let him kiss me, but then I dodged him at school and avoided his texts. Oh gods, the rest of that semester was SO awkward and embarrassing.”
“[Name], that’s what Lance is getting you back for,” Peter realized with a heavy sigh. “That kid was Braxton.”
All the color drained from [Name]’s face. She felt like she’d been sucker punched in the gut. Maybe Rory was right; being nice did backfire.
[Name] didn’t feel like talking anymore. She grabbed her phone and pressed play on her previously made breakup playlist. As the songs spoke the words she felt, [Name] synced her breathing to Peter’s and fell asleep to his heartbeat.
Not long after [Name] had fallen asleep, her phone rang. Peter picked it up off his stomach and saw that Mr. Stark was calling. Peter’s face burned; Mr. Stark and May both had seen he and [Name] cuddling and sleeping on the same bed or couch or even chair, but when it came to Mr. Stark, Peter still felt as if they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing--even though they weren’t even together. Not wanting to make Mr. Stark wait even longer, Peter slid his thumb across the screen. “H-Hi, Mr. Stark.”
“Peter. How’s she doing?” At Peter’s scrunched eyebrows, [Name]’s dad elaborated, “May told me she’d come over visibly upset and looking for you. Don’t tell me it was that boy.”
Peter pursed his lips, but there was no sense in being vague; Mr. Stark already knew. “Yes, sir. Apparently he’s been playing her all this time.”
Mr. Stark groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Peter?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Take care of her, will you? And one more thing.”
Peter raised his eyebrows.
“She loves you more than she realizes. Remember that.” And just like that, Mr. Stark was gone. Peter refused to let himself think about Mr. Stark’s last message. He’d morph it into something it wasn’t, and his and [Name]’s whole friendship would be ruined.
The first thing [Name] noticed when she woke up was that Peter wasn’t there. She rubbed her eyes, which were irritated from crying, and looked around his room. He was nowhere to be found. He was most likely in the bathroom and grabbing a late-night snack, but that didn’t soothe the ache in her heart that always came when Peter wasn’t around.
[Name] grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked the time.
Oof. Too bright.
She turned the brightness down. 2:16.
As it always did, the picture of Peter made her smile. They’d done the chubby bunny challenge, and Peter had stuffed so many marshmallows into his mouth, it was impossible for [Name] not to snap a picture.
The events of last night felt like a faded memory, even the hurt. Peter always managed to do that, somehow, make everything else disappear. Some lucky girl was going to have an amazing husband that would make a wonderful father.
Maybe MJ.
Hopefully [Name] herself.
[Name] dropped her phone. She ignored it as it clattered to the floor. Consciously, she had never thought of Peter as anything but a best friend. But now everything--the way her face lit up when he walked in a room, the tingling down her spine that accompanied Peter’s breath when he whispered in her ear in class, the giddiness in getting ready for their friend dates, even the occasional dreams of them together that she’d refused to acknowledge--all made perfect sense.
Peter walked into the room then, his shower hair now curling in ringlets.
“I love you,” [Name] blurted, before her fight or flight had a chance to stop herself.
Peter’s face warmed as blood rushed up his neck and on his cheeks. He seemed happy for a split second, before he laughed nervously. “Uh, yeah, I love you, too, p-pal.”
[Name] shook her head vigorously. She was filled with so much adrenaline now that she’d have a panic attack if she didn’t release it. “No, not like that, I’m in love with you, Peter. You make the world disappear and there’s only me and you, and every time you put the suit on I lose my shit worrying about you, but then you come in my room every night to assure me that you’re okay, and I’m always thinking about you, and it pains me if I ever think you might not be in my future. You weren’t my first kiss, Peter, but I want you to be my next and the one after that and the one after that until it’s my last. Stark is a very infamous and honestly really cool name, but I don’t want it forever, I don’t want anyone’s name but yours, Peter Parker, and I love you so much it hurts, and I may have only just realized it now but I’ve loved you for so much longer and now that I think about it, you may not even feel the same, and I very well could have just jeopardized our who--”
No longer was Peter standing by his bedroom door. It was closed now, and Peter was hovering over [Name], his hand around her throat. “Do me a favor, baby girl, and stop talking.” He smashed his lips against hers, and when he pulled away, he raked his teeth along her bottom lip.
Peter rested his forehead against [Name]’s, his eyes closed; they were both breathing heavily. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he admitted breathily.
“Then get back here and do it again.” [Name] grabbed a fistful of Peter’s shirt and pulled him back down to her.
Needless to say, there was not only a meeting of the minds and souls that night, but also the bodies.
