#tele-GONE-y

[dootznbootz]

The Telegony goes against what the Odyssey tells us not only because of Tiresias' Prophecy but also because Odysseus' family line only has one son each.

Zeus made our line a line of only sons. Arcesius had only one son, Laertes, and Laertes had only one son, Odysseus, and I am Odysseus’ only son. He fathered me, he left me behind at home, and from me he got no joy.

(Book 16, Fagles)

Telegonus can't even realistically BE Odysseus' son as he already has Telemachus. The Only son

[axel-skz]

Love untold

Part 1

A/N: I honestly have no clue how to write a part 2 for the bang chan fic. I’m gonna yolo it and see what happens ||| Ok so… I’m sorry… to everyone’s soul. I’m probably about to crush it a little. Now, I did the song shuffle and I got *drumrolllllssss* 24 TO 25!!! Love that honestly ||| I did try to proof read it but I’m also blind so mistakes will have been made.

Summary: You finally give Chan a chance. All he has to do, is be there on time and fix it.

You had spent about 2 weeks at your best friends house. It had been an emotional nightmare for you. You loved chan so much and this was the longest you had gone without talking to him.

It made you appreciate even the tiny moments with him so much.

All that being said though… it still wasn’t right the way you were being treated. You deserved so much better then that and if you didn’t stand up for yourself, who would.

You had started to feel worthless and so incredibly alone. It was the worst kind of loneliness, one where even surrounded by a group of people who were there because they loved you, you felt nothing.

Taking this time had made you go out again and talk to your loved ones more. Like you used to and you fell in love with the world all over again.

You wouldn’t have if your best friend hadn’t let you sulk more then 2 days.

You felt ready now to turn on your phone and face him.

This felt like the biggest miracle of all, you hadn’t used your phone in over two weeks. You hadn’t logged into any socials on any other devices. You were in disbelief as you powered the phone back on.

As soon as it turned on, all the texts from chan and the kids came through.

There were so many texts. You felt bad scrolling through them all. It ranged from chan apologising to you to the kids teling you about how miserable chan had been without you. You didn’t know who to reply to first so you set down your phone and took a deep breath.

If this gets overwhelming, I’m allowed to stop. I can do whatever makes me feel comfortable and I owe nothing to anyone.

It made you feel better to have a little mantra. Your best friend had suggested it to you.

You decided to text chan. You felt ready to do it. You started the text but then deleted it, this went on for another 5 minutes. You were stumped. You also had this feeling of terror in your gut that maybe this would go wrong somehow. That you could lose him forever.

You took another breath and started writing.

Chan, I’ve taken a while to settle myself and I think I’m ready to meet…

You had to take another moment to calm your anxiety. You told him where to meet and at what time. You would only wait 10 minutes and no more. You finished off the message confirming that he would be able to meet you at that time.

You didn’t have to wait long before you got a reply.

Y/N! I’m so glad you’re ok and I’m so so sorry that I made you feel that way. I would never hurt you on purpose and if I wasn’t so stupid, I would have realised what I was doing. The time and the place is fine. I will do anything to fix this. I love you and I’ll see you then. All I ask… is that you have faith in me. One more time.

The entire river of tears started to flow again as you read the text over and over. You mentally prepared yourself to meet him.

Two days later…

You sat in the cafe with the final bit of hope you had left. You werent going to let it go but that all depended on Chan and what he was planning on doing. The last 2 days had gone so agonisingly slow, you felt like you were in detention. Staring at a clock with no control over when this hell would end.

Three minutes late…

You had also made sure not to turn up early like you usually did when you wanted to meet people. If he was early, you wouldn’t have to wait… but he wasn’t. You didn’t lose any hope though because he still had time. You wanted this for him so badly. For you… so badly…

Six minutes late…

It made it harder the more you looked around. Your eyes flitting through the faces outside all the windows, hoping for the only familiar one.

Why does this place have so many god damn windows?!

You felt someone tap your shoulder and your soul left your body. When you finally came to your senses a second later, you turned to see Chan.

You froze. Unable to move. Your eyes took him in, you could see the dark circles and the eyebags. He looked horrible. You were struck with a bit of guilt.

No, this is not your fault. How many nights of sleep did you sacrifice waiting for him? Get a hold of yourself.

The cafe was very crowded so you couldn’t hear him say, ‘hi’. He grabbed your hand gently and gestured to take you outside. You got up and followed him.

It felt too good to be holding his hand right now. Way too good. Like, give in to all of your inhibitions and ignore all logic good. So as soon as you were outside, you pulled your hand away.

A look of concern crossed his face as he quickly turned around, thinking you got pulled away by accident in a crowd. Then it was hurt because he realised you were right there and had pulled your hand away on your own accord.

He lead the way to the park across the street and you guys found a bench to sit on. Sadly, that bench was covered in bird shizzle so you had to keep walking another 10 minutes before getting to another bench. It could not be more awkward and you cursed the park for not having enough benches.

You guys sat down and continued the awkward behaviour by looking around. You didn’t know what to say to each other and you didn’t know what the outcome for today could be. There was too much pressure.

Chan made the first move to get a conversation started, ‘how have you been? You feeling ok? Eating and drinking well?’

‘Yeah, I dont feel as… bad as I did before… everythings fine… you look like you haven’t been sleeping…’

‘It’s nothing out of the ordinary so it’s not like it’s unusual…’

‘Less sleep then before though?.’

‘I dont have the only thing that helps me sleep,’ he scratched his neck.

‘I hope you get it back…’ you looked straight ahead and not at him. It hurt too much to look at him.

‘Me too. I can’t believe how incredibly clueless I’ve been. How I could do that to you constantly and not even realise.’

‘What are you thinking happens now?’ You finally turned to look at him.

He took a good moment to look into your eyes and scan your face before he said, ‘I want to say that I’ll try… my absolute hardest… I just don’t know what I’ll do if that isn’t good enough either… I’m being stretched so thin with everything.’

‘You are a dad to seven. Can’t blame you for having a hard time,’ you chuckled as you tried to empathise.

‘The last thing I wanted to do today was break up but right now, sitting here and looking at you… I dont want to make another promise I won’t be able to keep. I love you too much to do that to you. To put you through that again,’ he was trying to hold back tears. You could tell.

‘I don’t want to do that either…’ you said in a hushed tone.

‘We’ll still be friends. Id never leave you and we still talk about anything and everything. I just can’t ask for you to wait for me to be in a place where I can start dating again,’ this hurt your heart. This wasn’t even an option in your mind.

‘I’m willing to wait. I know you’re it for me… I cant picture a life without you,’ the idea of him not being there at any of your important milestones had always been non existent in your mind.

‘But it isn’t fair. That will still hurt you just like before. Having to wait for me. I dont know how long that could take. We could be in that wierd limbo for years.’

You didn’t know what else you could say….‘this isnt fair. Nothing is fair.’

He looked at you through tears as he moved to hug you. ‘I know, my love.’

You guys sat there for a while, hugging each other and not saying anything. It hurt like hell already and any words would only make this worse. As it got colder and the sunlight started to dim, you guys knew what you had to do.

‘We’re still going to be best friends right?’ You said as you moved to stand up.

‘I wouldn’t want anyone else,’ he replied honestly as he followed.

‘I should go… before I say things I shouldn’t.’

Chan gave a dry laugh, ‘same here.’

You kept staring at each other and not moving.

You let out a sad chuckle, ‘one of us should probably…’

‘yeah…’ he was looking at you with unmoving eyes.

‘both of us turn around at the same time when I get to three. Sound good?’

‘Yeah,’ he agreed

‘one…’

You both couldn’t take your eyes off wach other and slowly moved closer.

‘…two…’ you said a little quietly.

You guys were extremely close. Noses almost touching and you could feel his breath.

‘…three…’ a whisper.

He kissed you. You couldn’t pull away and you were there for god knows how long before you pulled away.

Chan looked you in the eyes ‘no.’

‘What?’ You felt a little panic. What? He didn’t want to be friends anymore either? Was this a stupid mistake? He kissed you. This can’t be your fault.

‘No, I’m not leaving you. No way, I just can’t. We have to figure this out. There has to be some way.’

‘You will have to work even harder, you know?’

‘Yeah. But if you’re willing to do it, I will. No trying, I’ll just do it. If there was ever a time to give my all to something, it would be now.’

You hugged him so quickly, with so much excitement. ‘THE AMOUNT OF CRYING I’M DOING TODAY! OH MY GOD!’

He hugged you back, tightly. ‘bro same.’

‘Did you just bro zone me after everything we’ve been through?’

This got a silent laugh from him, ‘hh, hush now little one.’

‘You say shit like that and wonder why everyone calls you old.’

There, as the sun set, you stayed. You don’t remember exactly how long and it was very cold. But that hug was the warmest you had gotten for a very long time. You felt like everything was going to be ok.

So many things were left unsaid and so many problems would have to be fixed later. It was definitely going to be hard, but it was more then worth it.

Taglist (can you call it a list if it’s just one person 💀):

@q1sng

THIS ISNT A LITERARY MASTERPIECE but I hope it was still a good enough read :) Thank you for wasting some time with me.

Also, take your guess at who the best friend should be. Ive got someone in mind but I wanna know if you thought of an idol or your real besties 👯‍♀️

Like, reblog and leave comments about anything and everything ;)

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Seventeen

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Reader Woke Up Chooses Danger and Ignores Morpheus, Vomiting.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

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“You are going to do what!?” You hissed at Morpheus as Matthew looked between the two of you. “Are you mad?”

“Do I appear to be angry with you?” Morpheus questioned and out of the corner of your eye, you literally saw Matthew wing palm himself.

“That’s— no, Morpheus, you do not appear to be angry with me. I, however, am.” You corrected your previous statement, pinching your forehead with a deep sigh. “You barely have any of your power back and your idea is to march into hell and demand that your helm be returned to you? Have you forgotten what is in hell?”

“Of course not, which is precisely why you must remain here.” He rebutted, his eyebrow arching. “Your necklace protects you from being found, but it does not protect you from their physical attacks should you find them.”

You snorted in disgust and rolled your eyes hard, nearly seeing your own brain if you might add…

“Morpheus, have you ever had the mind that maybe people other than your self-centered idiocy may actually care for you?” You questioned him, you voice near a hiss. You actually managed to take him off guard for a moment. Good. Someone needed to remind him that people other than himself cared about him. Self centered git.

“Your words change nothing, Y/N,” Morpheus spoke, stepping up into your space and towering over you as if to establish dominance or at the very least, make a point. You were growing accustomed to smacking him the face with words of reminder, but Morpheus had eons to prefect his self centered ways. Morpheus right, mortal wrong. Ex-mortal, actually, but that hardly mattered to him.

“Clearly, your ears stop working after a period of argument.” You spoke under your breath, turning back to the table and dropping your body into one of the chairs. “Fine, go and get yourself killed for all I care.” You grabbed the book and opened it to the place you had left off. “See how that works for you.”

You could feel the smoldering glare in the side of your head, but it no longer bothered you. Certainly not after he went all caveman on you because Desire went and pushed one too many of his buttons… the mark he had left was obnoxiously large and was a near constant ache in reminder. Who was the emotional being in this relationship? Certainly not you.

“Matthew, come.” Morpheus finally spoke. Giving the pair a side eye, you watched as Morpheus’s sand swirled around them both in a vortex of sparking gray. Then they were gone.

“Pompous arsehole,” You muttered beneath your breath, reaching for the cup of tea you had made earlier and taking a sip. “I’m not coming to the rescue when you inevitably get yourself in trouble.”

You grew bored of reading fairly quickly, taking to the tele once more and boredly flipping through channels to find something to watch. Nothing appeased your mind and you turned the tele off. Tossing the remote to the side, you stretched out on the sofa and dropped your legs over the side of it, kicking your feet out. Did Morpheus really expect you to stay on the sidelines and twiddle your thumbs while he went out on his crazy trips? You were a human, not a servant. You didn’t sit and stay like he expected…

Wait… you sat up on the sofa, your eyebrows pinching together. You were bound together, your life tied to his and no longer exactly mortal… let alone human. You got up and hurried into the bathroom, taking a position in front of the mirror. Normal human eyes stared back at you. Mundane. Perhaps a little tired. You tugged on the bond you could feel and watched as your eyes morphed into silver. Another, stronger, tug… and they were blazing. Your lips twitched.

You weren’t entirely defenseless. No, Morpheus had forgotten that in his endeavor to get his tools back. You might have zero idea on how to use them, but you liked to think you were a quick learner. Holding up your hand, you concentrated on tugging on your power source and watched in fascination as that swirling sand that you had seen Morpheus use, whirled around your hand. Watching in further fascination as it swirled in the air, you slowly learned how to manipulate and control it. You didn’t know what type of damage it could do but hopefully a show of it would be enough to chase off anyone stupid enough to go after you.

Now if you could just learn how to teleport yourself via the sand and you would be able to do anything. With or without Morpheus’s not needed approval. Releasing the swirling sand, you look a breath and held onto the bathroom counter, clearing your mind and picturing following Morpheus. Or at least finding him. Your gut churned and you felt sand start swirling around you. Wind wailed around you and for a few moments you felt like you were tumbling through open air. Then a jolt ran through your body and solid ground returned to your feet. Hunching over as your stomach rolled, you heaved for a few seconds, your meager breakfast coming up. Blinking as dust fluttered across your eyelashes and opening your eyes, you saw that you were standing on a desolate hill looking down at a line of souls slowly shuffling forwards, all carrying torches. This wasn’t Morpheus, but it was probably close enough…

“Well that’s new.” You spoke out before looking in the direction the line of souls were walking in. No doubt the line would lead you further into hell, but perhaps not to your desired destination. It was start though. Venturing forwards, you followed them through the desolate landscape until you found a cave. Bodies were embedded in the walls, occasionally moaning and writhing. Your eyebrow rose, and you moved towards the gong looking object. The gate at the end of cave was secured shut and most likely not open unless by its own will. You looked over the gong shortly before hearing rock shift and move. A gnarled hand held out mallet, there was an eyeless face mottled with rock and moss looking at you. You took the mallet. “Thank you,”

You didn’t hesitate to smash the mallet against the gong, halting all moans in the cavern, leaving the open space deathly quietly. Then the gates started creaking open. You wanted to head immediately through them with purpose and stomp your way through hell until you found your idiot and talked some sense into him. Or perhaps yelled. But there was a warning siren blaring in your mind to tread carefully, lest you step on a snake. So you stayed in your place and waited. For what, you didn’t know. But then you heard it. Howls. Your eye twinged, holding off a flinch in memory of what took place in Fawny Rig. You stood your ground as hell beasts emerged from the shadows past the open gates. Their red eyes glowed ominously and their maws opened to reveal their sharp teeth dripping with drool and blood. Your eyes blazed silver.

“Stay your teeth, hell beasts,” You snapped, your voice sharp with no hints of fear seeping into it. A fact you were very proud of. “I am not here to challenge you or seek retribution, I merely seek out my bonded.”

More growls, but several of them backed down as a larger one prowled forwards, it’s claws clicking on the rock cavern floor. You recognized that one. It’s eye was far from behind healed, but it looked better than when you had seen it last. The hell beast snarled and growled, showing it’s vicious teeth.

“Least of all with you, hell beast, I have no quarrel with you unless you wish to pick a fight with me once more.” It snarled at you, an even deeper growl emerging from its open maw. Then it’s red glowing eyes burst into hell fire, showing how angry it was. Your own eyes flared to life, silver shining brightly in the dim and undertone of hell. Even more, the ruby resting between your clavicles glowed brightly, emitting a bright scarlet light that lit your face up. The hell beast’s ears flattened against it’s shadowy head and a hiss emerged from it’s throat. Remaining in place, you stared it down. “Put your teeth away, I’m not here for you. I’ve come for another and I believe you know who I seek.” It’s ears slackened slightly and it’s vicious bare melted into a snarl, it’s smoky figure shifting into one less tense.

Claws still clicking on the stone, it turned in place and looked into the mottled darkness ahead. A clear signal to follow. You stepped forwards, walking up to it with purpose. It started moving forward and you found yourself falling in step with it as the rest of the hell beasts fell in step behind you. Moving forwards, you passed through a thick wall of grey smoke and emerged in a forest of soul trees, bodies writing and moaning within the trunks. It was hard not to look around with wide eyes and gawk at everything. This was hell. But you noticed that upon passing that veil, the hell beasts smoky mirage had faded to reveal a pitch black dog with collars of sparkling onyx. It had three heads.

“Cerberus?” You questioned softly with a frown. It had been Cerberus that was sent after you? But it was your understanding that the dog guarded the gates of hell. Why would Lucifer have their hound stray from it’s post. The head closest to you swirled to look at you. It was the head that had the injured eye. Looking into the dogs good eye. You frowned, knowing that it had only been following orders like a loyal hound. “Apologies for the eye, but you scared the hell out of me and I didn’t want to die.”

Cerberus’s good eye on that head blinked at you and the hound then let out a small whimper. One of the other heads snapped at that one, obviously not likely the moment of weakness. You were rounding on that one instantly.

“Enough!” You scolded the one that had snapped. It’s ears drooped at your scolding and the remaining head let out a soft growl. Clearly not amused by the other two’s actions. “Let’s just get along, shall we? Neither of us have full autonomy over our actions. I’d rather put it in the past.”

All three heads let out a huff in agreement as you broke through the withering forests to a stretch of arches decorated by spikes and skulls. What amused you was the many crosses planted in the ground. You thought demons feared the cross? Clearly not down in hell if they had them decorating the entrance to Lucifer’s castle. You traveled beneath the many arches to arrive at another veil of smoke, this one even thicker than the last and more obscure. You couldn’t see what lay beyond it. But Cerberus didn’t seem to be interested in stopping so you continued forwards, entering the veil.

The smoke filled your lungs like a heavy weight, dragging your mood down to despair and pain. You almost wanted to stop right there and curl up in a dismal ball of repression. Was this an effect of hell? It must be but you weren’t going to let it push you down and back from your wants. So you pushed forwards and stepped free of that oppressive wall of smoke. Blinking rapidly, your eyes widened at the looming castle stretched out in front of you. Dry lightning cracked behind it, ominous and threatening. Cerberus turned his three heads to you and you met the dog’s three sets of gaze.

“I’m not stopping here,” You spoke. “But I feel that I should first greet your realm’s sovereign. It would be rude of me not to and I have a feeling that we’ve already gotten off to a more than rocky start. It would also be nice to know why Lucifer wants me dead.”

One of the heads, the stern one, dipped and he started walking up the narrow path that wound and curved its way up to the forbidding black castle. Once again following, you glanced over your shoulder and saw that the hell beasts that had been following quietly behind you, had all shifted and morphed into various looking hound like creatures, some more vicious looking than others. Their true forms were far from as frightening as the ones you were used to seeing in your dreams and nightmares. Returning your eyes to the path in front of you, you did your best to ignore the crunching of skulls and flesh beneath your feet, thankful that you weren’t walking through this domain barefoot. Making it to the large gate which had a glowing red pentagram inscribed on it, you looked down at Cerberus, wondering what to do now.

The dog kept its heads facing forward and only moments later the large doors echoed and boomed, slowly creeping open just enough to allow your passage into the castle. Stepping forwards, you heard a new squelch and glanced down. Red liquid was seeping from the ground, staining your leather boots as you walked. It was even splashing against Cerberus’s fur. Blood most likely. Your eyes focused forwards, Lucifer was not going to scare you off. Not now and not ever. You pushed forwards, bound and determined to seek out Morpheus.

Date Published: 10/10/22

Last Edit: 7/8/23

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[lgwifey]

ok ok ok so I know this is super shorty but imagine yn in toxic still dosent know if Liam actually likes her and values her and then he comes home with her name tattooed and she has no clue if it’s a publicity stunt or not..all she knows is that it’s gone to far and she is his even if she dosent want to be

toxic - request

90s!liam gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : none i dont think ? also i'm really really sorry if this is horrific babes, i'm running off 3 hours of sleep from two days ago and a hangover that i swear is actually going to be the death of me x

not proof read

1996

Everything had been going well.

Well, okay.

Actually no, everything had been going okay-ish. The '-ish' part was very important.

It was going okay-ish in the scence that since the 'going out' incident, Liam had basically been advoiding her at all costs. If they weren't told directly by both of their management teams that they both had to be at a certain place together then there was an 80 percent chance that the younger Gallagher wouldn't show up.

His little stunts like this had been getting her in deep trouble off of her management, she didn't know whether Liam had been facing the same backlash or not since he hadn't spoke to her in three days.

He hadn't spoken to her in three days because he hadn't been back to the flat in two days.

That's the reason y/n was holding the cold plastic against her ear as the fingers of her empty hand tapped a rhythm against the kitchen counter's worktop.

"So you've seen him ?"

"Yeah, kid's been stayin' at the studio."

For some reason, relief danced through y/n's body. She let out a shaky breath and thanked the man on the other side of the previously panic filled call.

"Cool, okay. Thanks Noel."

"No problem, would've thought you knew the twat was here, since y'know."

As the manucian carried on, the irish girl's eyebrows twined in.

Why would she know why he had been staying at the studio ?

"Why is their a new song youse lot are working on or something ?"

Noel paused for a moment.

"No. Since y'know what the brothers have made him do."

It was a statement that was spoken to her like a question. A question she didn't know the answer to.

"What've they made him do ? He ain't told me anything."

"Shit ! You don't know ?"

"No Noel, I don't know. What has he done ?"

She was becoming slightly aggitated at his lack of answer to her question. Her finger tips where no longer tapping, rather failing at digging into the solid countertop .

"Well i'm not telling yer over the phone, i'll send r'kid back to the flat."

"Noel-"

"I'll see yer on Sunday y/n."

"Noel-"

The phone buzzed with the faint sound of Noel Gallagher hanging up on her.

Subquencly, a loud smack echoed through the bare 'home' as the white landline was hooked onto the wall again.

It was just past midnight when the front door of the apartment block was buzzed open and the singer was awoke by her door being locked back up.

The tele gave off a laugh as the old sitcom episode finished replaying.

The lights where all off in the flat, apart from the hallway which beemed a mild white through the ajar door.

"Didn't wake yer up did I ?"

As Liam appeared from the other side of the, now slightly more open, door, y/n felt her heart thud.

Not out of some kind of relief that he was back, just because she hadn't expected someone to appear.

"No, course you didn't."

Her body readjusted itself against the couch, the throw blanket being sorted back over her body from where it had slid.

"What's the thing that they made you do then ?"

"Who ? Management ?"

She gave a small hum, watching as he walked past her, to the television to turn it off.

"Wasn't really a 'make', just somethin' the bastarts suggested would help us out after your mishap."

She raised an eyebrow, watching as he threw the parka coat onto the corner's rocking chair and slid his sleeve up his arm, just above his elbow.

Upon slight of it, her heart dropped.

To be fair to her, Noel could've gave a bit more warning. A bit of preperation for something he knew she'd hate.

Her name, clearly inked, onto Liam's skin.

A tattoo of her name, on him.

Him.

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[ochoislas]

Como se apoyan uno contra otro dos neumáticos, faltos de fuelle.

How one old tire leans up against another, the breath gone out of both.

Cada tictac cae cual gota de lluvia traspasando el suelo como si nada fuera.

Each clock tick falls like a raindrop, right through the floor as if it were nothing.

No más quiero ser que un millar de mirlos reventando un árbol y sembrando el cielo.

All I want to be is a thousand blackbirds bursting from a tree, seeding the sky.

Todos decían que iba a morirme con veinte, con treinta, cuarenta, cincuenta. En una de esas aciertan.

Everyone thought I’d die in my twenties, thirties, forties, fifties. This can’t go on forever.

Tiro el ancla sin un cable. Más se hunde, más me exalto. Fuera de mí al fin.

Throw out the anchor unattached to a rope. Heart lifts as it sinks. Out of my mind at last.

Perdido: la ambición. Hallado: un buen libro, un viejo suéter, zapatos holgados.

Lost: Ambition. Found: A good book, an old sweater, loose shoes.

Quiero describir mi vida en el tono susurrado de los documentales de la tele: «Amanece en el norte. En el aire frío, su nariz ventea el café reciente».

I want to describe my life in hushed tones like a TV nature program. Dawn in the north. His nose stalks the air for newborn coffee.

La biomasa de las hormigas su peso total sobre el planeta supera el nuestro. No acogen en su mundo de casas pequeñas, trabajo duro, mujeres grandes.

The biomass of ants, their total weight on earth, exceeds our own. They welcome us to their world of small homes, hard work, big women.

Pero la cigarra de diecisiete años posee una única nota.

But the seventeen-year cicada has only one syllable.

Hay días en que uno tiene que esconderse de la posibilidad.

Some days one needs to hide from possibility.

Cada vez que salgo el mundo es distinto. Me viene pasando esto toda mi vida.

Each time I go outside the world is different. This has happened all my life.

Jim Harrison / Ted Kooser

di-versión©ochoislas

[allywritesforfun]

{Ace} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: just a small drabble type of thing in honor of wilbur doing so good in ace race today

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 808

trigger warnings: swearing, suggested sexual themes?

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This was the first MCC that Wilbur was in that you didn't watch. Work asked you to do some paperwork at home because a co-worker went home sick. You had a hard time saying no, so you agreed just to avoid conflict. At first, you had Wilbur’s stream in the background, but those teenagers sure did have some energy.

This paperwork was gonna take you until dinner, maybe even after. Besides, it will be a fun night to watch the vod with Wilbur and he can do all his fanboying to you. 

You avoided twitter, you knew that seeing updates would lure you into watching. You couldn't let this paperwork take time away from Wilbur, especially on MCC day.

You did manage to get everything done before Wilbur came home, but he already ended his stream. You knew he was on his way or close to packing up. You turned on the tele to pass some time.

The door swung open with force, “Oh my god! What a MCC that was!” 

You looked over your shoulder and saw Wilbur setting his shoes aside. You got off the sofa and made your way over to him, “Went well?”

Wilbur grabbed you by the cheeks and pulled you in for a deep and messy kiss due to how excited he was.

You pulled away, “Wil, Wil, calm down. You can tell me how it went while I start dinner.”

He shook his head and stepped in front of you to keep you from walking away, “We can’t be together anymore, y/n.”

You laughed, “Yeah right. What do you wanna eat?”

Wilbur grabbed your hand and pulled you down to the nearest chair, “I’m serious. I’ve cheated on you.”

You stared back at him, waiting for him to laugh, but he never did. You did your best to make him laugh: innocently looking at him, giving him puppy dog eyes, trying to tickle him, but he wouldn’t break, “Love... you’re serious?”

He sniffed, “I am so sorry, I’m afraid so.”

You rubbed your temples, “It doesn’t make sense. That kiss... and you were gone for five hours playing a fucking block game. When was this?”

He shook his head and turned away from you, “I can’t even look at myself in the  reflection of your beautiful orbs, y/n. I’ve betrayed you, something that can never be forgiven. About an hour and a half ago I was taken on a date and fucked.”

“You fucking-Wil! Don't do that to me ever again. Stop with your jokes, they’re not funny!” You pushed him away from you.

“Love! I am so sorry to tell you this but it was the second best date of my life and I have never been fucked like that before. A roller coaster of emotions, my symphony finally finished. My-”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not in the mood after that bullshit you just pulled. Fucking spit it out.”

Wilbur swooped his way in front of you, quickly pressing his lips to your head, “I was fucked so good by Ace Race. I was in 2nd for a tiny little bit, y/n. Just the tip they gave me, but they didn't let up. They rammed me into 7th place. My best place yet! All of these months of trying to find a way to kill Ace Race, all of these months of pure hatred, is all wasted. Ace Race is my true MCC Soulmate. I was too blinded in envy to realize it. But y/n, I’ve done it! I have finally gotten my date with Ace Race and fucked all the way through.”

You stared at him open-mouthed. It was times like this that you regretted even looking at him the day you met. You sat there in awe, clueless of what to say. Wilbur doesn’t even talk about you this way, “...Good for you...?”

He took your hands and kissed your knuckles on both hands, “Alas, my dear, y/n, our time is up. I have found a new lover. One that will last a decade and counting. Opportunities like this cannot be foreseen. I will not miss my shot. I will take my shot with fingers blazing. This is our last goodbye.” He placed one hand under your chin and gently rubbed it, the other squeezing your hand. He gave you such an emotional kiss that it felt like he was really leaving for a second. You noticed the small patterns that he rubbed in your palm... that spelt... fucking Ace Race, my fucking god.

You pushed him off of you, “Wilbur fucking Soot! You will be sleeping underneath the fucking bed tonight. Now start boiling some fucking water otherwise you will be fucked by something way bigger than Ace Race.”

He laughed and gave you one last kiss, “Of course, darling.” 

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

[georgeharrisonsimp]

time p.1 - slight cw for sad thoughts, unhealthy habits, drinking

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8 months ago bonzo died. 6 months ago led zeppelin broke up.

i had no idea how the rest of them were doing.

was jimmy still doing drugs? probably, it would take him a while to lay off on it.

how was robert doing? he was surely still mourning. his son had died a few years back and now his best mate’s gone too.

how was jonesy? he was probably with his family, playing unique instruments, and lord knows what else.

were they still in contact? according to tabloids that sucked up to zeppelin, page and plant are.

you rarely saw anything about john paul jones unless it was the top 50 bassist list of whatever year it was.

what about me? nothing. absolutely nothing.

ever since the breakup and bonzo’s death i secluded myself from the world. i had the occasional drink or whatever helped my mind stop thinking.

did the rest forget about me?

only once had i tried calling them.

jimmy didn’t answer. robert’s personal line rang out until the voicemail beeped.

only jonesy’s phone picked up but it was his wife.

she said something along the lines of, “oh, i’ll have him call you back when he gets home. see you!”

i never got a call back.

years went on and i moped around.

i still had money from all the successful tours we had done. it seemed like money was the only thing i had left.

i had my house, my money, anything i wished to buy, but money couldn’t buy me back my friends.

there were rumors of jimmy and robert performing and touring together.

i wasn’t surprised, they always had quite the dynamic. it was nice to see jimmy was much healthier too.

jonesy made a few songs you’d hear somewhere, but he was mainly just a stay at home guy.

probably to make up for all the time he’d spent at tours or at the studio.

all this madness and i was nowhere to be heard of.

i’d see the occasional “y/n missing?” sections of magazines, smaller organizations to be fair.

i knew magazines like creem or the rolling stone wouldn’t dare make up lies about anyone related to zeppelin.

we told them off mulitple of times.

i had finished drinking another beer after who knows how many.

i never drank too much anymore, i saw what it had done to bonzo.

i felt like i had to drink more because i wasn’t forgetting as quickly as i wished.

i wasn’t forgetting the agonizing hours i’ve spent crying because i missed everyone so much. how i missed bonzo and his shenanigans. how i missed robert and all the inside jokes we shared. jimmy, and how we’d have these fictional conversations that he was bound to make true. jonesy, and how he’d always been such an amazing person if you needed someone to listen to.

how long had it been now?

3 years?

3 years since bonzo died, 3 years since led zeppelin broke up.

and i haven’t talked to anyone since.

i only left the house for groceries that expired too quickly for my pleasure.

i went to the pub sometimes, but not for long. it wasn’t as if someone could drive me home anymore.

it’s been 3 years since i’ve actually talked anyone now.

sure, i had the random chats with the bartender or the cashiers, but i haven’t had a true conversation.

god, people would think i’m on the brink of insanity now.

why didn’t anyone call? i’ve had the same phone number the last 20 years of my life, they didn’t need to doubt it.

i would’ve reached out to them but i was horrified to do so now.

what if they thought i was werid now? what if they forgot about me? what if’s filled my head but none were ever answered.

i looked down at myself. i had gotten skinnier.

lord knows the last time i ate a proper meal.

ever since the breakup, the most i would eat was an entree amount of food.

maybe now i was skinnier than jimmy. from when i saw him on the tele for an interview, he gained some weight. for the better, i suppose, he was too skinny for his own sake.

i smiled at the thought, we always scolded him for all the drugs he did and that stupid fluid only diet he did for a while.

that just brought tears to my eyes.

there probably would be no more stupid lecturing jimbo moments.

i laughed, but i felt dizzy.

suddenly, there was harsh pounding at my door.

i quickly wiped the what would soon be non-stop tears, and approached the door.

two voices, familiar but a little deeper now. i suspected who it might’ve been and the tears pricked once more.

hesitantly, i did open the door.

there they stood, robert and jimmy.

i was instantly met with shocked faces.

did i look the different? or were they shocked i was still alive?

“y/n?” robert asked, making sure it was me.

“the one and only.” i choked out. my voice had become raspy now.

instantly, i was being hugged.

i didn’t even know who was hugging me at that point.

the tears finally slipped. the hug, them being here, it was too much, but i needed it.

“god, i’m sorry...” i pulled back.

robert scoffed while jimmy spoke up, “don’t worry about it, we’re just glad you’re still alive.” he laughed.

i laughed too, though lightly.

i gestured for them to come in.

“i would make you both some tea, but i don’t have any right now.” i said, though ashamed.

“really, you don’t? you used to chug that lipton stuff all the time, what happened?”

i didn’t remember that until now.

my smile probably dropped.

after the band, after bonzo, everything was a blur. time went by too fast for my liking and i dropped everything just so things would seem the same.

maybe that’s why i secluded myself. i was scared of living and time just passing me by.

lord knows i’ve wasted so much of my life just rotting here though.

“i guess i just stopped. i don’t know, shits changed.” i muttered, loud enough for them to hear though.

truth be told, i was scared. i knew they were judging me. how i looked, how i acted now, how the house was so empty.

“you guys want beer? i have that...”

they both shook their head no, with off count thank you’s.

i nodded and sat down.

the silence was awkward, the room was tense, i felt my stomach drop when i heard robert ask the dreaded question.

“how have you been, y/n?” he looked at me, concerned.

“...i don’t know, if i’m being honest. everyday has been the same really. who knows how long it’s been since i’ve touched an instrument.”

then the realization hit. how long had it been since i played my old instruments? where even were they? the callouses on my fingers were bound to be gone by now. it made me sad, i’d practically thrown away what used to be my reason to live.

“really? so you haven’t even thought about albums or anything of that sort?” jimmy asked now.

“not really. i don’t have the energy anymore to even leave the house, i don’t think i could think of tunes to create.”

it was nothing but the truth. tears pricked my eyes again, had my life really gotten this bad? and i just let it happen?

stress filled my head so i grabbed the cigarettes from the coffee table.

robert snatched it from me.

“dear, you don’t need that. look at you, your lungs are being very forgiving.” robert joked, but with serious undertones.

“hell, y/n, you’re twice as skinny as me back in the 70s. you’ve been eating, right?”

i knew he didn’t bring drugs up because i never did them.

“i- i don’t know. i mean, i ate some fries from the pub yesterday.”

that’s what i had considered food now. my stomach didn’t want to digest big meals anymore and i never had the motivation to make anything.

“yesterday? what about today? it’s already... mid-day, about?” jimmy asked again, concern leaking from their voices.

“i just... i- i’m sorry.”

i didn’t know what else to say. what was i even apologizing for? for my lack of self-care? or to my body?

“hey, y/n it’s okay. you don’t need to apologize. last few years have been rough, but maybe it just affected you more.” robert comforted me, like he always had back in the 70s.

he was always great at that, him and jonesy.

“why’d you wait all these years to come by? i haven’t really talked to anyone since...well, y’know.” i looked away, that was still a harsh topic for me. probably for the rest of us too.

“i- we don’t know. we thought you needed time after everything. we thought you’d be fine. we did try to call you but it always rang out.” robert stated, followed my a nodding jimmy.

they tried to call? maybe i was to drunk to hear it. maybe i was wallowing in my pain. who knows.

i coughed, it panged against my chest.

“honestly, i was probably drunk whenever you guys called, and i was drunk a lot.”

“when was the last time you drank? i called yesterday.” jimmy brought up.

yesterday? what was i doing yesterday? i was home... oh. then i passed out for 14 hours.

“i was asleep, probably.” i half lied. i was asleep, technically.

“y/n you’re lying. i can see it in your face.”

apparently i forgot how good of an observer jimmy was too.

“ok... um i passed out, i guess. for a while too. i don’t know, my body just declined on me or something.”

“that’s not good, y/n. did it not phase you at all?” robert asked.

“i mean, i got a good amount of sleep from it.”

robert shook his head, “if your body declines on you like that, and you think it’s fine, you aren’t well, y/n. look at you, you’re just skin and bone.”

i nodded, i realized that.

“i don’t mind that though, at least it makes me feel something-“ jimmy cut me off.

“y/n i know it gives you a feeling, trust me. but it doesn’t do you any good. it took me so many years to finally stop doing shit to my body - and i only did it to feel something. even i was too skinny back then even if it was normal... for people like us.”

i was shocked, jimmy never opened up this much.

he always did have a soft spot for me, he would’ve done anything for me, so would the rest of the boys.

i just simply forgot. just like everything else.

“i don’t know how to help myself anymore, that’s most of it.” i admitted and then tears came with it.

this wasn’t the first time i’d done that.

at one of the tours i was so exhausted i almost passed out on stage.

i was pressed with how i was performing and whatever else, that i only worried about that. not if i ate, or whatever necessity you need in a day.

“y/n, do you want help?” robert asked, more serious than i’ve ever seen him.

slowly, as if scared but not unsure, i nodded.

god, i wanted help so bad. i needed it. but i thought i was too inconvenient to get it. too bothersome.

robert knew this.

“you won’t be a bother, y/n. so don’t fret about it.” he smiled, one of his cute lopsided smiles.

i nodded again, but this time, reasssured.

at least, that’s what i wish had happened.

[shepard-ram]

📺- ok so I saw your post about Sam and Doc being brothers and it reminded me of an idea I had a loooong time ago because I also headcanon Sam and Doc as brothers.

Basically Sam is creeper!y/ns dad (genetic or adopted either one) and y/n is naturally skilled at redstone like their dad and uncle. Before the events of DreamSMP y/n moves in with their uncle Doc as his apprentice to better their redstone skills and just to bond with him overall because they barely get to see him. While y/n is gone, Sam adopts George and Quackity (that’s who he adopted right? Idk lol) and for some reason, Sam never mentioned he already had a kid. So when y/n comes home to visit their dad, surprise!!! You have two brothers now!!! There is instant tension between you and your new brothers, why did dad never call or write to you about them? Why did he never tell them about you? It also didn’t help that while introducing you to them, he was bragging about how talented you are at redstone and how proud he is of you. To you it was nice to hear as you have been working so hard with your uncle to improve, but to your brothers it felt as if he was saying “they’re my favorite; be more like them.”

You tried to bond with your brothers, but they were so cold towards you. They said things like “shouldn’t you be helping dad since you’re sooooo talented?” Or “why don’t you hang out with dad since he loves you so much.” You had no idea why they were acting this way, so you asked, “what is wrong with you two?! Why are you being so mean to me? What have I done to you?!” To which Quackity responds, “are you blind?! It’s obvious you’re dad’s favorite! How can you not see it?! All he does is say good things about you! He doesn’t do that for us!” You had no idea how to respond, you just stood there mouth agape in shock. “Plus- you’re so much more similar to dad than we are. You’re a creeper who’s good at redstone, of course you’re his favorite,” George added on. You didn’t know what to do. How are you supposed to defend yourself? It’s not like they were wrong, dad did constantly praise you and you were basically the same, but the whole ‘favorite child’ thing was still unconfirmed. “You should know that dad doesn’t play favorites! He-“ “shut up! He just says that! Ever since you came here you’ve just been ruining things! Everything was fine with us and dad when we didn’t know you existed!” Quackity interrupted. Tears welled in your eyes as you brought both your hands up to cover your mouth. “You might be dads kid, but you’re not our sibling,” George said as they both glared at you “you should’ve never came home.” You couldn’t take it anymore after that, running away in tears and struggling to choke back sobs.

(Isjjekekneowkenejdj this is my first time writing angst so it’s probably not that good. I might continue this but idk if y/n should stay in DreamSMP or go back to hermitcraft to get comfort from Doc (because he’s basically been their father figure for the past year and half) )

AAAAA TELE

He praises you maybe to just ease any worries about the fact that he never mentioned you. Talking about how much you learned as a round about way to explain why you weren't here from the start. But it only fuels jealously, since he obviously loves you so much more. As a creeper you fit into the family in a way they can't and they shove that in your face.

As for the next story beat- since you've been used to Hermitcraft for over a year at this point I don't think it's unrealistic to say you'd scamper off back somewhere more naturally kind. But that's just my take- love this so much

[chaoticpete]

Our lives is a movie?

Peter Parker x reader...I think, Avengers x reader, Tom Holland x Reader (if ya squint)

Warnings: none

What would it be like if the team found out they were just a movie series in our world?

A/n: This is just an idea I had like last year, will probably end up rewriting it, well at least the end, hope you guys still enjoy it though!

“Oh come on! I was so close to an almost perfect winning streak!” You yell at Bucky. Tossing the controller beside you, you cross your arms and start pouting as your Yoshi finally crosses over the finish line.

“Guess I’m just better.” He replies with a smug smirk. “Is that why I beat you the first three games.” It’s your turn to smirk when he glares at you. An alarm starts going off through the tower. A code red. Someone is inside the tower. You wave your hand and your suit appears on.

“FRIDAY! Where’s the intruder?” Tony asks, running into the room, Nat and Wanda following behind. “They’re trying to get into the plans vault, sir.”

“L/N would you mind pulling up a portal?” You make one leading to the vault. “Why of course Papa Stark!” Tony summons a suit and the rest of you jump through your portal seeing a blue man trying to get past the actual vault.

“Hey, Smurf! Who do you think you are?” You ask, throwing a mini explosive his way. He jumps out of way throwing back a disk towards you guys that set off a bright light.

Then he sent another one.

“Void! Look out!” Peter says pushing you out of the way the same time you made another portal causing it to mix with the blue guy’s device.

Before anyone else in the team could do anything the guy was gone, and so were you and Peter.

You land landing on your face. “Ow...I really don’t get paid enough for this.” You grumble as you get back up and brush off your clothes. You notice a golden disk by you. It’s the one the guy threw.

Picking it up and slipping it into your suit, you begin looking around you, you see lots of people walking around some talking other carrying items. “Where the hell am I?” You say starting to walk around.

When you spotted some familiar brown curls. “Peter!” You say running towards the boy and pulling him into a hug. “Ugh, I have absolutely no idea whe- when you change your clothes?” You ask actually getting a good look at him.

‘Peter’ looks at you confused. “When did I change my clothes? Darling, I think the real question is what are you wearing and who are you?” He says in a British accent.

Before either of you can say anything else ANOTHER Peter runs up to you. “Y/n!” “Peter?!” You say back pulling this one in a hug.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah. But when I came out of that portal this woman automatically started coming at me saying that “I needed to get ready for the next scene” and “I needed a touch up” THEN SHE TRIED TO UNDRESS ME! I ran so fast.”

Quickly remembering the other Peter you step back from that Peter and look between the two. Peter looks over at the next person, who he saw...was him. “Holy shit!” He says jumping closer to you.

“Y/n, what is happening?” “I don’t know but I don’t like it. Do you think this is Loki’s doing?” “No, no.” He's on that time mission, remember.” “She.” “Oh yeah.”

The fake Peter looked just as confused as the both of you. “I feel like I should be calling security, but it’s not every day you meet someone who looks, exactly like you.” He says staring at Peter.

“Whoa, you’re British?!” Peter askes shocked at the accident. “Would it help better if I talked like this?” He asked now in an American accent.

He sounded just like Peter.

Both your and Peter’s eyes open wide. “Noooo.” You both say. “You both already look very much alike. Don’t you guys talk alike also?”

A loud bell rings and you and Peter automatically jump into your fighting stances. “Shit! Break is just about done.” Fake Peter says panicking a bit.

“Uh, okay follow me. You guys can stay in my trailer till I’m done for the day then when you get to the hotel we can figure this out.” He says starting to walk towards the trailers.

He goes to one labeled “Peter Parker” and opens the door. “You guys can wait till I’m done. Please, don’t let anyone in. I have a key so I’ll just lock it. Um, there are some snacks in the cupboard, water in the fridge, and feel free to watch anything on the tele. Even got youtube!” He yelled before closing the door.

“...did you catch any of that?” “Nope.”

Turning on the tv, you see the date. “February 16, 2021. What the hell is Covid-19-“

You get cut off by someone trying to open the door. “Fucking div locked the door again. And left the tele on.” You hear a voice mumble on the other side before walking off.

“N/n look at this,” Peter says flipping through pages of paper.

“What is it?” “It’s a script. For a “Spider-Man: No Way Home.” He says looking at the first page. “It has everyone in here. Aunt May, Mj, Ned even that European trip we went on.” “Wait what?” You ask, looking over his shoulder.

“Dude...where the hell are we.”

Hours passed and before you know it you hear the trailer door unlocking. Sitting up in the bed you see the fake Peter (whose name you learned was Tom) walking in looking tired.

“Hey. Okay, so before I actually bring you guys back home. Who exactly are you?”

“Well, my name is Peter. Peter Parker. Spider-Man. Um, I’m pretty sure you know me.”

“Yeah kinda. I am...you? Technically...in this universe. Well, one of you. I’ll explain better at the hotel. Oh, I’m Tom by the way. Don’t think I’ve actually introduced myself.” He says chuckling. “And you?” He asks turning your attention to you.

“I’m the actual Y/n. Or Void as my hero name.”

“Y/n huh? Yeah, we don’t have you here.” “Wait what? Really? But I’m Peter’s partner in crime. We’re always getting blamed for everything with the team.” You say pouting.

“Is there at least an actor that looks like me?” “No, I don’t think so darling. Sorry.”

Before anything else can be said there’s another knock on the door. “Tom, are you in there mate? We’re going to go get some pizza.”

“Uh, no thanks I’ll just meet you back at the room. Be safe.” “Who was that?” “My brother, Harry.” “Aww, he has a brother.” “Three actually.” “Awww!”

“Okay it should be safe to get you two out of here but first. Here,” Tom says opening up a kit bag and giving Peter some clothes and you an oversized hoodie. “They might think you’re trying to steal the suit.”

“Oh, and you’ll need these.” He says grabbing a box and handing you each a mask after Peter was done changing.

“Yeah what’s with these?” “We’re in a pandemic?” “Like the plague?” “Ehh, sort of. Now let’s find a way to get you two back home.”

**************************************************************

“So here, we’re all just...comic book characters? There are no avengers? No flying robots? Nothing?”

“Nope. No alien villains. Just regular people who wanna bring harm.” “Huh.”

The three of you were now in Tom’s suite.

“So how did you guys even get here.” “Well, my theory is when the guy threw his little disk thingy, it merged with Y/n powers and made a new portal.”

“But how do you know that’s what it was meant to do?” “It’s the only explanation with how he got into the compound and the vault unnoticed.”

“You guys never thought about that?” “Blame Tony.” You say as Peter hisses and moves back from getting shocked.

“You okay?” You say grabbing his hand to inspect the slight burn. “Yeah, just a sting. It’ll heal in an hour or two.”

“Can you get us back home?” “Yeah, but I’ll need a few supplies.” “Well,” Tom speaks up. “I’m off tomorrow so we can go pick up what you need. You can stay here tonight if you like.”

“Thanks, dude,” Peter says and you nod with him.

“You guys hungry? I can ask Harry to bring back some pizza for us.” “Ohh yes please.” You say bouncing on your toes a bit. “I’m absolutely starving.”

“So Tom you’re an actor right?” “Mhmm.” “And you said you play me?” “Yep.” “And they have the rest of the team?” “Besides me apparently,” you say under your breath.

“Maybe they’ll bring you in soon. The company is starting a new phase so,” Tom says shrugging.

“Do you guys wanna see them?” “How many are there?” “23 movies and more coming out. There's also shows.”

“23 MOVIES ABOUT US?!”

Tom can’t help but laugh at your guy’s reaction. “Yeah, Marvel movies are some of the biggest ones these days. Going on for almost 13 years.”

“How much have you acted in?” “Like five, two solo films, and this one we’re currently filming will make it six. Three solos and three with the actual avengers.”

There was a knock on the door. “Must be Harry with the pizza,” Tom says going to the door. “Why didn’t you just use your key?”

“Cause my hands are full ya div. Why did you get so much food any-“ Harry stops when he sees you and Peter sitting on the couch.

Tom quickly grabs the food from his hands before he can even think about letting it go.

Looking between his brother and his duplicate you couldn’t help but start laughing at his expression.

All three turned to look at you like you completely lost his mind (which I’m sure is exactly how Harry was feeling). “I’m just gonna...nice meeting you guys I guess.” He says walking to what you think is his room before looking back at Tom and Peter causing him to almost walk up into a wall.

“Uh...sorry about that. That’s my little brother Harry, he came along as my assistant.” You and Peter nod. “Well guess we can dig in and watch the movies.”

“I- it was not that dramatic when Mr. Stark took the suit.” “Yes, it was. You could barely talk properly when you called me.”

“I can’t believe they included Flash but not me.”

“Okay, but why is the guy who plays Mysterio kinda hot though.” “Y/n I swear.” “Okay, but am I wrong?!” “...no.”

“Tony’s ego is gonna be ruined if he ever knows they killed him off.”

“Sucks we didn’t have enough time to watch all 23 films. I’m sure it would make more sense.”

And that’s how your night went. You just watched the Spider-Man stand-alone ones before everyone started to crash from the long eventful day. Harry even came out and joined you guys.

After figuring out what was needed and put together his own device, it was time for you guys to go home.

“You guys got everything?” Harry asks as Peter puts the finishing touches. “Yeah, thank you, guys. Really, I don’t know what I and Peter would’ve done if we didn’t end up here.”

“Oh! These are for you.” Tom says handing you a bag. “It’s the whole MCU collection. I saw how much you guys loved the Spider-Man ones and it was confusing since they all interact. Plus, I’m sure the others would wanna see them.”

“As if some of them need an ego boost. Especially Tony and Loki. I’m pretty sure if Loki ever found out he was actually worshipped here he would find a way to get here.”

You go and pull Tom into a hug. “Nice meeting you Peter’s British half. I’ve never really cared for them but eh, I guess I have a little soft spot for two of them now.” You say shooting Harry a wink before placing a kiss on Tom’s cheek and then going to give Harry a hug as Peter says his byes.

“Ready N/n?” “I guess. I just hope we actually end up in our world and not a different one.” You say grabbing Peter's hand as he gets ready to throw the disc.

You both look back at the two Holland brothers. “See you again one day boys.” You say as Peter throws the disc and a portal opens and the two of you jump through it.

The two of you crash to the floor. “Ugh, Peter get off me! You’re skinny but really heavy.”

“Kids!” You both look up to see the team rushing to you guys. “Where did you two go?!”

Getting up from the ground, both tackled with hugs.

“YOu'll never believe us. But we do have the next movie night!” “What are those?” “Movies about us. Avengers! To the theater room!”

Tags:: @tommyunderoos @spideyspeaches @frenchfrostpudding @holland-styles @gwenvrse @allegra-writes @petersgroupie @cherry-hyejin @kitkatd7 @buckys-other-punk

[dootznbootz]

The Telegony is already a shitshow with the character assassination and the marriage circle but the fact that people think Penelope would be down to fucking marry her BELOVED husband's KILLER boggles my mind. The real Penelope would kill Telegonus before ever marrying Eugammon's OC.

[friccinfricks]

Ben Hardy x Reader Headcannons, LONG.

This was originally titled “Ben x American!Reader” but idk how I feel about that, America’s lame. So, if you’re not an American, sorry, there are still some references to that, but otherwise it’s pretty generalized. Sorry! Nobody asked for this butttttt

- You probably met through Joe during Bohemian Rhapsody - When Joe met Ben, he just knew you two would get along - So he called you and insisted you visit him in London - “What?? Why??” - “There’s someone here I need you to meet” - He flew you out a week later, when they were doing the farm/Love of My Life/Bohemian Rhapsody scenes - He was so excited to see you, he rushed off the set to pick you up and twirl you around in a hug - “Y/N! You’re here!” - “Of course I’m here, I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see Europe with you old friend!” - You catch Ben’s eye immediately - Joe introduces you to the rest of the cast, saving him for last - When you’re finally formally introduced, he can’t take his eyes off you - He’s in his wig and the blue button up, which is surprisingly silky - You find this out when you greet him with a hug, it’s warm and inviting - He smells lightly of cigarettes, but also of cologne - When you pull back, his arm lingers on your shoulder, a shy smile on his face - You come to the set everyday with Joe, for “encouragement” - But it’s really just so you can keep his chair warm (but it’s ineffective because the UK do be cold) - Ben notices this as the shooting goes on, and starts bringing an extra hoodie or jacket everyday, even when they move locations - He smiles when he sees your face light up - “You brought this, for me?” - “I saw you shivering yesterday, and since Joe is making you sit here all day, I thought I might as well try to make you less miserable.” - “Aw, thank you!” - He likes when you give it back to him at the end of the day, because by then it smells like you - You take turns bringing each other tea/coffee/hot chocolate (although it’s mostly you bringing it) - The rest of the BoRhap Boys make fun of you two alllll the time -Lucy’s kind of your closest confidante - One day towards the end of shooting, you run into her trailer where she’s packing up her bags - You’re wearing one of Ben’s navy blue hoodies - It’s way too big for you, but you’re so warm and toasty you don’t even care - “Lucy!” - “What?! Is something wrong?”

- You’re giggling like a fiend - “I need you to hide me” - “What?” - “I stole something from Joe and now he’s after me” - “What did you take?” - She’s asking you questions but she’s already moving things around so you can hide behind the small couch in the trailer - It doesn’t take long for Joe to come pounding on the door - “I know she’s in there! Let me in!” - “Whom? I don’t know who you’re talking about.” - “Y/N!!!” - Eventually he makes it into the trailer, immediately moving things around trying to find you - You’re trying super hard not to giggle - Ben sees Lucy standing in the doorway of the trailer and hears Joe’s yelling - “What’s going on?” He asks as he walks up to her - “Joe’s mad at Y/N because she took his picture of him and you from his make up station.” - Ben smirks and walks into the trailer, watching Joe tickle you while you’re squealing on the couch - “Give it back!” - “But... ah!... but you both look so cute in it! Please!” - “No! Get your own cute picture with Ben!” - Ben starts cracking up, approaching you two - Joe looks up at him, knowing about both of you and your feelings for each other - “We can take a cute picture if you want, Y/N” - You calm down your breathing, sit up, sigh, and reach into the pocket of the hoodie - “Fine, here” You say, feigning defeat - Joe takes it and victoriously kisses it, patting Ben’s shoulder - “I’m gonna get that fucking picture...” You mutter - And you do, eventually - You get many, many cute pictures and polaroids - At the wrap party after the last day of shooting, Ben asks if you’ll be going back to America soon - You tell him that you don’t have a return flight set up yet, but that you’ll probably have to go sometime soon - He asks you on a few dates, and it goes really well - But unfortunately you have to go back home - It’s a sad goodbye, but Ben insists that he’s going to call you everyday - And he does - Once a month he sends you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, always around the time of your period - He leaves little notes/cards with them, usually along the lines of        a. “Hello love, hope you’re doing alright this week, I know it’s not the best.”        b. “I’m thinking of you! Stay warm, let me know if you want another sweater.” - Among other cute things.  - When award show season comes around, he doesn’t even pretend to get a hotel room - “So, is your apartment ready for me?” - “It’s been ready for you! For months!” - The only downside is that he wasn’t able to bring Frankie - You guys rock the red carpet together - He can’t keep his hands off you, constant compliments - He’s v protective of you, holding/covering your drink when you go to the bathroom - You know that video of him and Joe at the 7/11??? - Yeah, you’re sitting in the car with Lucy, Rami, and Gwilym waiting for Ben to bring you out a fresh cup of coffee - “You two took forever. You’re not allowed to go on food runs anymore!” - The entire cast and you probably get drunk off your asses at Rami’s house, the ultimate after party. - You probably wake up in a spare bedroom in his button down - He’s next to you, breathing softly - His hair’s a mess and yours is too (not like a, “we fucked last night” but more of a, “we did some dumb shit last night”) - You get up before him and bring him a cup of coffee with just the right amount of cream - When you go downstairs, you see the rest of the cast, sprawled out on couches, making you smile - Everyone complains about the noise, but they quiet down when you distribute cups of coffee and aspirin. - Joe doesn’t even open his eyes when you set his down on the coffee table in front of him, he just says, “thank you Mom” - Once you get back to the room Ben and you shared last night he’s stirring - “Oh, there you are, beautiful” - You softly tell him to shut up and hand him his coffee - You run a hand through his hair when he groans about the sunlight coming through the blinds - He kisses your knuckles after a few sips and complains about his pounding head - Eventually you say goodbye to everyone and catch an uber back to your apartment - He falls asleep on your shoulder on the way back - He leaves a few days later to start shooting for Six Underground - It’s a sad goodbye (again) but you get through it - He does his best to call you when possible, and even introduces you to Ryan Reynolds, who makes fun of how he talks about you all the time - He flies you out to Italy, where you scold him the entire time and tell him to be careful during all of his stunts - “Stop it! sLOW DOWN!” - “Babe I gotta do it for the shot, let me practice before we film” - “Be careful though!” - He’s an utter dork about it and winks at you while he’s practicing - He even winks at you and sticks his tongue out during one of the shots, which makes the editors in post roll their eyes months later when they’re going through the footage - Somehow you wind up rolling your ankle ??? - You’re sight-seeing with him and you’re walking down some steps and ?? - He catches you and pouts when you insist that you’re fine while also hissing in pain when you walk on it - So he carries you back to his hotel and makes you lay down on the bed - You huff and complain but he kisses your forehead and you watch Netflix with him the rest of the day - He takes good care of you, propping it up on a pillow while wrapping you in blankets - He doesn’t even roll his eyes or smirk that much when you complain about the ice being too cold on your foot - You order his favorite (spaghetti carbonara) and you make him watch The Office, the American version - “No! I hate this! The British version came out first, that’s the original!” - “Yeah but this one is better, also, I’m INJURED” - He chuckles and boops your nose and says, “you’re lucky I love you so much” - And that’s the first time he tells you he loves you !!! - You stop mid noodle slurp with wide eyes and turn to him - You blink a couple times, swallow, and tell him you love him too - He smiles and puts an arm around you - A few months after you go back home, you get a call from your boss - They ask you if you’d like to work from home - You mull it over, then ask them if working from home could be done from another country - ... or continent.... - They tell you yes, and you call Ben nearly immediately - “Heyyy baby, remember how you told me you loved me and would support me no matter what?” - “Of course darling, what’s up?” - “How would you feel if I... maybe... moved to London...?” - He doesn’t even answer the question - His voice gets super high and he flips out - “Oh my god, really?!” - “Do you want to stay with me? I promise, my flat’s clean” - “Babe, Frankie misses you so much, when will you be here?” - You chuckle and thank your bosses for the opportunity - Your family isn’t in love with this decision, but they support you - And they like/trust Ben enough to be okay with this - Two months later you’re in London, luggage in hand - You’re looking around the airport, kinda freaked out - He finds you in baggage claim, taking you into a bigggg hug - He won’t stop kissing you !! - “You’re *kisses* so *kisses* beautiful!”  - “Ugh babe stop I just got off a plane, I know I look like crap” - “No. You’re absolutely radiant.” - He helps you with your bags and takes them out to his car - The entire times he’s holding your hand and telling you how excited he is - Your first night there he insists on taking you to his favorite takeout restaurant - It becomes a weekly tradition; takeout every tuesday - Months go by and the pandemic hits - Luckily his shooting for Pixie is done by then - But he’s still bored and on edge - You guys watch the news, but after a while it just becomes too depressing - You sleep in a LOT together - normally he’s not a morning person anyways, but any semblance of a schedule is now gone - One time you see an ad on the tele about animals more in need - Frankie’s sitting on your lap and you’re rubbing her ears - “Do you want a friend, Frank?” - She just looks up at you with big eyes - “We should get a cat.” You announce - “A cat? Are you crazy?” - “I dunno, I kind of want a cat.” - He just sort of nods slowly, averting his eyes back to the tv - A couple days later when you come back from the store you can’t find him - “Hon? Where’d you go?” - You hear some shuffling and moving around coming from your shared bedroom - “Shh shh no, hush, don’t chew on that, your mum will be so mad if you ruin her lamp” - “Ben?” - “Y/N! Hi love, come in, come in!” - You open the door and you see him sitting on the floor with a little black and white kitten on the floor in front of him - You squeal and drop to your knees - The kitten immediately takes to you, purring while you pet it - “What should we name her?” - It takes the two of you a couple of hours to figure out a name - But you settle on Mariposa, because it almost looks like she’s got butterfly wings on her back - Mariposa and Frankie actually get along really well !! - At first they were afraid of each other, but after having them both for two weeks Mariposa is more than comfortable cuddling with Frankie on one of her doggy beds - Ben complains every now and then about “all the estrogen” in his flat, but you just throw a pillow at him - “You chose Mari! And Frankie! AND ME!”  - Speaking of throwing pillows - That’s kind of your thing when there’s not any hot tea or coffee around - When one of you says something inherently stupid,  - BOOM - Pillow’s thrown at the other - Sometimes this leads to pillow and tickle fights (which somehow he always wins) - And yeah, that’s kind of the only two kinds of fights you guys have - Sometimes there are definitely cultural differences or perspectives, but you usually are able to contain those disputes enough to where no one’s voice is raised and there isn’t any lingering animosity - Ben is aware that you two are different people from different upbringings, and is mature enough to realize that you won’t agree on everything - BUT that is a great way to push each of you out of your comfort zones - Your relationship is by no means perfect - Especially in the beginning when it was rare for you to see each other when you weren’t on Face Time. - There were ups and downs and very hard times of just... missing him -  But through that entire journey, you never felt as if you weren’t meant to be - You knew that Ben was a hot commodity and as a growing actor he would be getting a lot of attention for how talented and attractive he is - And he knows you get a little worried/insecure/jealous sometimes, so he goes out of his way to show a little bit of extra PDA towards you when he feels it’s appropriate - All in all, he just wants you to know that he thinks you’re the real star of the relationship - His star, anyways - And while he’s done his best to take it slow, holding off on saying “I love you” too soon because he wanted it to mean a lot - He’s got something in the works - A little velvet box that he puts in every pair of pants, because you never know when the right moment arrives - He’s so nervous, too - There have been so so so so many times during quarantine that he’s wanted to just pop the question - But he knows he’s got to have just a little bit of patience - Then, one day, it comes - You’re nauseous as you look at the two parallel lines on the test - You’re freaking out, you have no idea what to do - If Ben even wants kids - If you even want to keep it - You slide down against the bathroom wall, feeling v clammy - After ten minutes, Ben knocks on the door - “Love? You alright?” - “I-um, yeah, one second!” - You stand up, hands trembling and open the door - He’s standing there, a worried look on his face - “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” - You hand him the test - “Sorry, it’s kind of unsanitary.” - This gets a chuckle out of him - It’s hard to read his expression, but you can see he’s trying to hide a smile - “Hold on, stay right there princess” - He disappears into your bedroom and you’re just standing in the doorway like ??? what is he up to ??? - A moment later he comes back and gets on one knee and you’re just... flabbergasted - It takes you a second to comprehend what just happened, but you say yes (duh) - He’s so excited - He kisses your forehead and then your tummy - He insists, and nearly begs to go with you to every OB/GYN appointment - You let him drive you there, and even in the earliest stages of the pregnancy, he’s got an arm on your womb the wholeeee time - At first you told the doctor you didn’t want to know the gender - But then she told you that you’d be having twins - TWINS - So you were like, “fine okay just tell us” - Ben looks like he’s about to faint when the doctor tells you they’re girls - On the car ride back he’s joking the whole time - “Oh my god the amount of ESTROGEN I’ll be dealing with is ASTRONOMICAL”  - The two of you have no idea what to name them - You ask Lucy and Rami, who are trying to conceive - The entire BoRhap cast is sending you suggestions alllllll the time, at any hour of the day - Joe wants you to name them Josefina and Frances since he’s the one who brought you two together - But you’re also planning a wedding simultaneously - You decide it’s going to be a very, very small and soon ceremony - The only people there are your very closest friends and family - Tbh the most expensive element was probably your dress - You get married two months after your engagement - And go through a very rigorous pregnancy - The twins are born with slight complications, which makes Ben worry about you the whole time - You end up naming them Ilsa and Delia, both beautiful and healthy - They for sure have Ben’s green eyes and your hair - And yeah - Life isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty damn close - Ben loves you and all his girls - Because you’re his girls - He’s a good and compassionate father, and his parents love to babysit for you - And if there’s such thing as a happily ever after, - This is it.

[sunflowersandotherthings]

pride (and other destructive feelings) (harry styles)

a/n: okay, so i’m just starting with my writing, i put out my first two pieces today. it shocked me how many people noticed it, but it honestly made a good day even better. i’ve never felt the kind of happy one feel’s when their hard work (no matter how good or bad) is appreciated and noticed by others until now. it feels pretty dang good. this is about 1.2k words, and it’s not edited so there’s probably a couple mistakes. thank you for reading :)

warnings: a handful of no no words, a kind of suggestive sentence at the very end but it’s really not bad at all. 

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If it wasn’t for Harry’s pride, he would’ve given in by now. He really did miss you, but he couldn’t let himself accept that. It had only been a couple of hours, for God’s sake. But, when two people are mad at each other, hours can seem like days. He felt miserable, and he regretted everything he had said. Deep down, he knew you regretted it too. It had been such a stupid fight, starting over the fact that Harry put all of the dishes in the wrong place when he unloaded the dishwasher. 

“Harry, why the fuck are there forks in the plate cabinet?” You asked as he walked past you, face buried in his phone. He simply shrugged and continued on his way to the living room, leaving you to sort out all the dishes yourself. You had told him to put them away, and he did. He didn’t see why it was such a big deal.

“Harry, I’m talking to you.” You said, voice raising slightly so he could hear you over the tele. You briskly walked out of the kitchen and into the cozy living room, grabbing the remote and turning the volume down. 

Without even looking up from his phone, Harry said, “I was watchin’ that.”

“Obviously you weren’t, you were too busy being sucked into your phone,” You said, putting your hands on your hips. Turning your head to the side, you muttered, “Like always.”

“S’cuse me?” Harry said, finally turning the small device off and throwing it onto the couch beside him.

“Nothing Harry, it’s nothing.” You rubbed a hand over your face and began to turn around. You did not feel like starting a fight today. Quarantine had been tough for both of you, Harry was stressed because of having to reschedule his tour and you were stressed because of, well, Harry. Being stuck together and not being able to leave the house for weeks had been more difficult than you had first thought. Harry was irritable, and you guys had been picking fights over the silliest things.

Obviously, Harry was in the fight-picking mood.

“Know its not nothin’, it’s never nothin’.” He said shaking his head at you

“And what the hell’s that supposed to mean, H?” 

“M’ jus’ sayin. These days it’s always somethin’.”

You were starting to get mad. It was always something because Harry always gave you something to be pissed about. 

“You’re just always on your damn phone all the time and you never-”

“God, y/n, what are you? My mum?” He said, rolling his eyes at you. 

“Not my fault you’re acting like a child, Harry.” You didn’t want to fight anymore. You turned around, just wanting to take a bath and relieve all of the stress this man had been causing lately.

“Where are you going?” he asked, standing up from the couch and following you into the bathroom. 

“I’m trying to draw a bath, Harry. If you would leave me be. I’m sure your phone will keep you entertained enough.” 

“Christ, what is it with the phones?” He asked, angrily waving his in the air in front of your face. His voice was gradually getting louder. 

“It’s the fact that it’s all you’ve been doing, H. You’re on that thing while we’re watching movies, while we’re eating dinner, right before bed. It’s like you can’t spare a second away from the thing to help or talk to me besides starting fights.” You shouted, finally telling him what had been going through your mind. You knew you could trust him, he wasn’t doing anything bad. It was just the fact that he has chosen to spend more time with a screen than his living, breathing girlfriend.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fuckin boring, I wouldn’t have to use my phone to entertain me.” He yelled back. 

You turned your back to him, not knowing how to respond. You were shaking with anger at this point.

“I really wish that I wasn’t stuck in this quarantine with ya, I’m losin my damn mind. Can’t stand bein around ya so much.” He muttered, shaking his head at you. He knew what he was saying was mean, but he was so angry he didn’t care. 

“Then maybe you should find someone else to spend your time with, Harry. Or, better yet,” You walked out of the bathroom, slipping your sandals on and grabbing your purse that was hanging by the door, “I guess I just will.” And with that you walked out of the flat and onto the streets of LA. 

By now, Harry had cooled off and realized he had made a mistake by saying what he said. He was a jerk, he knew that much. He sat on your shared bet, biting his nails and staring at his phone screen. His text messages with you were opened up, and he had typed something into the message tab.

I’m sorry, i was a jerk, i didn’t mean what i said. Forgive me, love. Please come home, i was wrong.

It was typed out plane as day. He admitted his wrongs, he begged for her forgiveness. All he had to do was send it. But, something was stopping him. It was the part about admitting he was wrong. He knew he was, but a small part of him was telling him not to admit it, not to give her the satisfaction. 

Then, he thought of the virus. He knew she shouldn’t be going to see anyone else, he knew she wouldn’t risk it. They had both been playing it extremely safe and agreed not to make contact with any other people. He wondered where she had gone, if not to a friend or relatives house. She could be anywhere, it could be dangerous. Suddenly, that pride went completely out the window. He immediately deleted his text, deciding to call her instead.

The phone rang 5 times before she picked up.

“Whaddya want, Harry?” He could hear her sniffling on the other side of the phone, and his heart ached for the tears he had most likely caused. 

“Please, come home y/n. I was wrong, love. I didn’t mean anya it. Jus’ want ya to come home.”

Immediately, he heard the front door open, and he ran out into the main entry, confused. When he saw her, he hung up his phone and set it down on the table next to the door. He looked to her for an explanation.

--

You shrugged your shoulders, looking at the ground in embarrassment.

“I didn’t wanna risk going to anyone else.” You said. After you had walked out, you made it across the street before realizing it wasn’t a good idea to be out walking with no protection or anything. You turned around and when you got back to the door, you had hesitated. You weren’t ready to give in and fall into his apologizing arms. It wasn’t your fault, you had done nothing wrong and therefore you should stand your ground. Instead of going back into the flat, you sat down on the ground next to the door for what seemed like maybe an hour or two but felt like way more. 

“This is gonna be hard, us together 24/7 with no breaks. We’re gonna fight, lovey, but I need ya to know that when I’m mad, I don’t mean anythin I say. I’m so, so sorry m’love.” He held out his arms to give you a hug, but you ducked underneath them and ran down the hallway that led to your bedroom. 

“Maybe you could find a better way to apologize, Haz.” You said, winking and running into the room.

[imaginesbyem]

Prom Queen - Stiles Stilinski

Summary: (Y/N) struggles with feeling invisible when compared to her best friend. 

Loosely based off of the song Prom Queen by Caitlin Turner. 

“Can you hold this for a sec?” Allison asks me as she passes me her bag, not waiting for a response. I hold onto it while she slides her jacket on, even though the weather was way too hot to be wearing leather.

“Super cute Al!” I hear a voice shout out, only for my gaze to meet Lydia Martin’s. Well, the side of her face at least. “Totally ties in the boots. Scott will go crazy for it!” She laughs. I stand there awkwardly, still holding onto Allison’s bag. I feel like some weird doorman who spies in on his client’s personal lives. “Oh! Also, I haven’t heard back from you about this Friday!” 

“Sorry Lydia! I’ve been flat out studying.”

“What’s this Friday?” I ask, trying to join into the conversation. Lydia looks at me as if I’m pulling her leg.

“Lydia’s Annual Halloween Party!”

“I thought we were watching reruns of the It Tele Series?” I asked, genuinely confused. 

“Oh, I completely forgot! Sorry Lyds.”

“Why don’t you just come along too, (Y/N)?” Lydia asks nonchalant but is met with laughter from both the girls. “What?”

“Parties just aren’t really my scene.” I giggle. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” She jokes resulting in a frown finding it’s way to my face. “But, if you change you’re mind, the invitation is still extended. I just had a plan ready to finally get Scott and Allison together!” She smiles. I’m instantly hit with a pang of guilt. “See you in 4th.” She nods to Allison and leaves.

“You should go.” I spit out quickly before I change my mind. 

“What? No. We have plans.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t want to be the reason you and Scott don’t get together.” 

“(Y/N), if Scott and I are meant to be together then it’ll work out. I’m sure there will be another ‘Annual Lydia Martin Party’ soon enough, anyway.” she chuckles

“I know but I feel like I’m holding you back.”

“Don’t be silly. You know I only chose to move to this school so we could hang out more!” I’m stumped. I don’t know how to respond and Allison knows it’s going to eat me up inside. “Come with me.” 

“What?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We can just drink and talk shit all night!” 

“I don’t know...”

“Think about it. Please?” I just sigh and finally hand back her bag which I realised I had been anxiously clutching onto. 

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“I can’t believe you roped me into this.” I say as I try on yet another outfit of Allison’s. The party was costume, so naturally I brought a hockey mask and a flannel and called it a day. But, apparently that wasn’t what the girls would be wearing. Allison tried to explain that Lydia’s parties are different to our ones. When it’s Halloween, its really how slutty can you dress. When its Christmas, again, how slutty can you dress. Basically every party is a frat boys dream in disguise. 

“That looks awesome!” I stare down at the sexy Poison Ivy costume she had ordered online. 

“I look like I’m trying to get arrested for drug possession.” Allison groans. “Forget it. I shouldn’t even be going.” 

“No, no, no! I’m sorry! I just want you to grab the attention of a special someone tonight!”

“Who?”

“Oh, come on. You basically drool every time Stilinski walks in the same room as you.” 

“You make me sound like I have severe mental issues.”

“Well....” She jokes and I grab a pillow, throwing it at her. We laugh as we continue throwing things at one another. “And you thought dressing up was the only frat boy dream we’d be acting out tonight.” She laughed as we realised how cliche a pillow fight was.

“Okay. I think I’m gonna wear the vampire costume then. It’s the only one with a portable blanket I can wrap around myself.” I laugh as I pick up the cloak. 

“Fair enough. I’ll go for the witch then!” Allison says as she grabs the mini dress.

“That’ll definitely put Scott under some kind of spell.” I laugh.

“That’s the plan.” She winks.

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“Allison! You came!” Lydia squeals as we walk through the door to the backyard. Eyes turn towards us and I feel my cheeks heating up and Lydia hugs Allison, and goes into some conversation about boys. I stand there, not knowing how to contribute whatsoever to the conversation, but  from the looks of it, no one really notices me awkwardly standing around, waiting. So a bit of a plus side I guess. 

“(Y/N/N), I’ll be back in a sec. Lydia’s gonna introduce me to one of her guy friends. I’m guessing to try to make Scott jealous.” She giggles. “I’ll meet you by the drinks table in 20.” She calls out as Lydia drags her away. Great.

I look around and realise the people here are all complete strangers. Yeah, I may have spoken to a couple of them once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes at a time, and never about anything other than school or homework. I sigh and help myself to the drinks table, skulling a drink and then pouring another. 

“Woah. Tough night for you too?” I hear a voice behind me chuckle. 

“You wouldn’t believe.” I muttered only to turn around and be met with the brown eyes belonging to Stiles. Somehow, he’s the only guy that doesn’t look straight through me. I feel like when he talks to me, he is actually listening and intrigued in what I have to say. “Stiles!” I say in surprise.

“(Y/N)!” He repeats, imitating my shock. “What’s up?” He says, motioning to the drink.

“Trying to forget I exist.” I laugh but a slight frown settles on his face. 

“And why’s that?”

“Just wanna be like everyone else I suppose.” I try to joke. The words flew out of my mouth before I had the chance to catch them in my throat.

“Don’t I know how that feels.” Stiles says as he stares off, drinking from a freshly poured cup. 

“You’re kidding. Stiles, you’re impossible not to notice!” I laugh.

“Not so sure about that. Don’t forget, it wasn’t until Scott became the ‘True Alpha’ that people even started looking somewhat in my direction. I followed Lydia like a lost puppy. She probably doesn’t even remember me doing it.”

“Don’t be stupid Stiles. I loved listening to the snarky comments you made back in class.” Stiles smiles softly at me before being bumped into by some strange guy running past. I feel my white shirt get doused with the red liquid.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Stiles says, reaching to wipe the drink off of my shirt.

“Stiles!” I shout and he quickly realises what he’s doing. 

“Fuck. Sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay! Now it just looks like I’ve been feasting on blood” I say, motioning to my vampire outfit. Stiles laughs slightly, shaking his head.

“It looks like you’re going to freeze. Here, come with me.” Stiles says as he grabs my hand. I feel my heart flutter slightly as he protectively leads me towards the stairs, pushing through the crowd that pays us no attention. 

Stiles pushes open a door which leads to Lydia’s bedroom. “Sit down, I’ll grab a wet towel.” As Stiles runs off, I look around her room. Photos featuring Lydia and her many friends litter the room. But my eyes stop on one. Lydia’s arms are thrown around Stiles as she smiles widely. 

“What ya looking at?” I jump, hearing Stiles so close behind me that I could almost feel his breath on my neck.

“Jesus! Scared the hell out of me!” I say, holding my hand to my chest. “Just admiring all of Lydia’s photos.”

“Yeah, she has a lot of friends.” Stiles says matter-of-factly. “Here’s your towel.” He says as he holds up a damp cloth, obviously wanting to avoid what happened only a few moments ago. 

“Cheers.” I sit down on the bed and begin trying to wipe down the mark. Stiles sits next to me and watches on, not knowing what to say. “You know whats funny? I’m sitting here, trying to get punch out of my shirt, and it’s still more fun than what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles chuckles at my hopelessness. 

“I mean, every time I’ve ever gone to one of these stupid parties I just stand around waiting for my friend to be ready to leave.”

“If I knew thats how you felt I would have kept you company.”

“Nah, it’s okay. You were probably too busy running after Lydia anyway.” I giggled.

“Don’t remind me.” He sighs. 

“Don’t worry Stiles. It’s every guys dream to be with the hot popular girl. You’re not breaking any barriers.” I roll my eyes, teasing him.

“It wasn’t even that though. I guess it just felt like that’s what I should want. I always struggled with feeling invisible so I thought that the perfect solution would be to have the girl that everyone loves, love me. I don’t know, it sounds kinda stupid when I say it out loud. Must be all the punch” Stiles forced out a chuckle.

“It’s not stupid!” I place my hand on his leg, comforting him. He smiles softly up at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I didn’t realise you felt that way.”

“Yeah, well I’ve kind of gotten used to being in the background I suppose.”

“Trust me I know how you feel.”

“What?” Stiles turns his head towards me in confusion.

“It’s not that surprising. The only time people look at me is when Allison introduces me to them.” I laugh.

“That’s not true. I watch you all the time!.. Wait- that sounded creepy.” He laughs.

“Not wrong there.” I chuckle.

“I just meant, you’re so interesting to watch. You’re always pulling that weird face when you get confused in class, and your reactions when Scott and Allison attempt to flirt is priceless.”

“What can I say, it’s horrific. Like, just ask her out to dinner if you want to date. Stop circling around it.” I laugh, thinking back to every class with Scott trying to get Allison’s attention.

“That easy, huh?” The right side of Stiles’ face widens into a smile.

“Well I mean, I think sometimes you just have to make the leap and not be worried about falling.” I say, looking straight into Stiles’ eyes. 

“That’s a really interesting opinion. I’d love to hear you discuss it more. Maybe over dinner?” 

“I-. I’d love to.” I giggle at his poor attempt to ask me out.

“Wow. I guess it really was that easy.” Stiles half-mutters to himself.

“Hold your horses, Stilinski. You could always ruin it by trying to share my desert or something.” I giggle.

“Well, I guess we’ll see if it looks worthwhile wasting a couple years of mustering up the courage to ask you out. Probably not. Unless it’s passionfruit. Then you’re a goner.” He jokes with a slight smile on his face, struggling to maintain his seriousness. 

“Ha. Ha.” I smile, looking deeply into his eyes as I feel his thumb brush over my hand. “We should probably head back downstairs. Allison will be wondering where I am.”

“Let her wonder.” He smiles, convincing me to linger in this moment of bliss a minute more.

(A/N: I haven’t proof read, so sorry if there’s a couple of mistakes. I’ve been putting off posting for a bit so I know I just need to stop second guessing or it’ll never make it’s way out of my drafts :P ).

[laufire]

The 100 7x02

I got a good feeling about this episode when I saw all the angry people on twitter LMFAO (I rarely see Echo haters in tumblr’s tags anymore, they’re all blocked *shrugs*). Echo was fantastic, as usual. I think my favourite part was when she says Hope is clearly not a killer, but not to worry, because she’s here now lololol. ILU. Another was when she picked up on Hope using the (immensely messed up) Blake Family Motto. And I love the tiny bits of Echo/Octavia we got, Because (“Octavia said you were smart”; “Octavia might’ve not liked you, but she said you were brave”). I liked her ~bonding moment with Hope too, and how it accomodates for a variety of readings IMO. Also: she looked REALLY GOOD this episode. Let Tasya Teles truly shine, you cowards.

Wrt: the fandom drama about the Echo vs. Octavia cliff fight. We know what truly happen (aka, Echo didn’t intend to stab her, and Octavia tripped). Even the scene points of Hope’s dialogue not being accurate (I think not even the most gung-ho BC shipper could seriously say Echo was “stabbing her boyfriend’s sister” in s4... then again, they manage to surprise me once in a while xD). It’s also perfectly logical for Octavia to give a different account, even to remember it differently. It doesn’t make much sense for Echo not to give her version of events, but it was a meaningless fanservice-y moment so *shrugs*. I laughed at the fact that Gabriel easily shrugs it off ngl xD

I was iffy about the Diyoza-Hope-Octavia storyline, tbh. Baby-rasing plots are... not my thing, to say the least. But I kind of dig how disfunctional it turned out to be, amidst the ~bucolic scenery? LOL. Octavia spent most of Hope’s life wanting to escape and the rest resigned to it, which she would notice. Diyoza forced Octavia to stay. There was love there, obviously, but it’s a lot more complicated than what the spoilers I’d read made it sound like. And Hope seems very aware of it, IMO (she loves her but never refers to Octavia as a mother, was ready to stab her for Diyoza, etc.), which makes me appreciate her more --clearsightedness is my fave character trait ever okay xD.

I enjoyed Diyoza/Octavia too (I’m ignoring the attempt to sister-zone the ship... it’s better than daughter-zoning and easier to ignore, whatever xD). When Diyoza says “what took you so long?” as if part of her wondered about Octavia coming after her. Diyoza screwing Octavia over with the suit (I’ve said this before, but I thrive on disfunction okay xD), and Octavia making her say that she, not just Hope, needs her. “Why aren’t we enough”. Break my heart, show.

I still get a kick of seeing Gabriel nerding out about the anomaly LOL. It’s fun. Though I have to say, what I can’t wait for is for Raven to interact with it LOL, especially if there’s more Becca ties (which I assume there will be, because of the spin-off. Anyway, you all know I love Raven & Becca/A.L.I.E. shenanigans. I loved the “time dilation is sexy” moment LOLOLOL. Sketchy/downright immoral scientist are one of my fave things in fiction ever, okay). I liked the moment where he checks Josephine’s mind-drive (that he STILL carried); “to see if she’s truly gone” uh huh. Right xD

I don’t see why the hell would Diyoza choose not to teach Hope to defend herself. One thing would be not teaching her to kill with ease (though it doesn’t seem they have the weapons for it either). But not teaching her some basics? How to get out of a hold, etc.? I’m not into this change in her character tbh. I guess they did it to add some ~flavor to the relationship/show how much Diyoza changed/make Hope bond with that other disciple and learn from one or them or whatever, but. Eh.

Every kid likes Murphy and I love that xDD. And though I don’t think it’s intentional tbh, I love how it constrast to Hope’s quote about “what is it about Bellamy that has otherwise sensible women [Octavia and ECHO] willing to die for him?”. I wonder what attitude she will show when she actually meets Bellamy.

The birth scene was so quick lmao. Like, I don’t particularly want to see a more ~realistic and difficult birth because I find the very idea of it terrifying enough as it is (ironically, I don’t mind traumatic births when it comes to supernatural pregnancies because there’s a sense of ~distance in it? But Diyoza might be the first non-genre pregnancy I’ve seen in a sci-fi show LMAO --not counting the cryo, at least), but damn, did Diyoza have it easy xD

I wish they’d lingered on that shot with the jellyfishes. It’d look cool.

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Still Mad

Sidemen: Zerkaa

Request: can we have some angst with josh please and thanks. 

Prompt: “i know i screwed up, okay?” 

The minute you woke up, you knew something was off. The day of your birthday, you selfishly expected to wake up to your boyfriend and spending the first few hours of the morning basking in the sun peaking through the white fluttering curtains while you and Josh explored each other’s bodies. But when you woke up, excited to start the day...you were sadly disappointed to see that he was nowhere to be found.

You stood from the mattress, toes curling as you stretched and paced toward the kitchen in hopes to find him there. Maybe he was there, shirtless, in front of the stove cooking your favorite eggs while the coffee dripped into the pot. But no. Josh wasn’t here to greet you, nor wish you a happy birthday. But that didn’t get you down, you thought to yourself as you scratched the side of your head. The long shirt that you wore rising up over your bum as you moved to make your own pot of coffee and toasting some bread to eat. 

By noon, you were worried as you hadn’t received a text, nor a call and not even a tweet. There was an Instagram story that he was out and about with Ethan, but neither had called you. This switched your mindset...maybe he was throwing you a surprise party, you twisted your thoughts. And at that, your mind tumbled the longer you waited for your boyfriend of two years to make some indication that he remembered your birthday. That happy thought never came. Because at 10:15 PM that night after rejecting your friends’ plans to pick you up to go out because you wanted to wait for your boyfriend, you realized that he’d forgotten.

And that crushed you. It broke you in two over the fact that you planned his surprise birthday this year. That you bought him that fancy new camera he wanted and a drone for filming. It killed you that you worked so hard to afford these gifts and he couldn’t even text you to tell you he loved you. He’d gone radio silent. So after a full day of waiting around, you climbed into bed, mascara streaks staining your face. Your thumb mindlessly scrolling through channels on the tele and you felt numb. Your face pressed against his pillow and it smelt like him. And you got angry so you chucked his pillow across the room just as you heard him come home.

“Babe?” he called, the jiggling clash of his keys landing on the counter an indicator of how far away he was from the nuclear bomb that was the bedroom. When he cracked the door to look for you, his face immediately dropped at your curled up figure. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You scoffed and turned away from the doorway, a small sniffle coming from below the blankets. Josh shuffled closer to investigate and when he moved to sit next to your smaller frame, you sighed. “I don’t want to deal with you right now,” you croaked, clearing your throat. Josh looked confused, staring down at you in surprise.

“Y/N,” he tried again, shuffling uncomfortably at your dull tone, “I don’t underst-,”

“What day is it Josh?” you blurted out, the threat of a tear beginning to collect in the corner of your eye. You wouldn’t look up at his face, eyes locked on the screen in front of you as if looking at him caused you pain. It did.

“It’s uh…” he felt it. He knew he fucked up. A sigh left his lips as he collected his face in his hands and scratching his beard nervously. 

“Go on,” you mumbled, eyes flickering to his now as they built a heated fire in his soul. “Say it.”

“I’m a fuck up Y/N,” he stated, eyes downcast in shame at the thought of forgetting your birthday. 

“And what was so important that you didn’t even have the decency to text me on my birthday Josh?” you sat up slightly, tears streaming furiously down your face now as your bun flopped to the side. Your stare was intense but he took it because he felt awful. 

“I was filming a video with Ethan for his channel, we got sidetracked,” he admitted, shoulders slumped. “Love, I’m so sorry.” You shook your head, pushing him lightly to get him to stand as you tossed the covers off you, storming past him with pillow in hand. 

“Y/N,” he called after you as he followed your determined stalk to the living room. You threw the pillow down onto the sofa and climbed onto it. “Babe, let’s talk about this,” he sighed, trying to get you to look at him. “I’m so sorry, it was a dick thing to do and I want to make it up to you.” he apologized but you shook your head again.

“I just need some time to think,” you replied, dull tone back as you shut down. He tried for a few more minutes to talk through things but you just weren’t having it. “Go to bed Josh,” you muttered before turning to face the cushions. “I don’t want to hear it right now.” 

Feeling defeated, Josh retreated back to the bedroom where he tossed and turned for a few hours as he tried to collect his thoughts. When 3 AM rolled around, he couldn’t help it anymore. Feet coming out from under the comforter to find their footing on the wood panels, he stepped out again into the living room. On the couch, eyes closed, you were curled up in an uncomfortable ball with the thin blanket wrapped around your figure. He felt awful. He would feel awful for a long time but he wouldn’t allow you to sleep on the couch any longer. He bent down, scooping you up in his strong arms and carrying you off to the bed. 

You stirred slightly, though your tired hands clenched the material of his t-shirt. “What are you doing?” your voice raspy from sleep and crying. 

“I know I screwed up, okay?” he mumbled quietly as he placed you down on the warm bed. “The least I can do is let you have the bed, I’ll take the couch,” he announced, pulling the blankets up over your body. Your hand clasped onto his wrist, keeping him in place as you glanced up at him, wide awake now. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you whispered, eyes flickering between his own orbs and his plush lips. “But the least you can do is hold me,” you finished, yanking him down to your side and curling into his warmth. 

“I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he promised, relaxing into your touch. “I swear, you won’t leave this bed all day.” You hummed, the feeling of his hands in your hair soothing you off to sleep as you dreamt of all the ways Josh would make it up to you.