it's just something i had to make okay

I know everyone is super pissed at tonights ep and rightly so, but I just need to address something. To those who have had a abortion, its okay. If you decided to continue with your pregnancy, its okay. Don’t let this shows shitty attitude that the show is displaying make you feel guilty. Ya hear me? Ignore this shit.


okay y’all have seen me gripe about this a lot but i still just wanna bring this back up again bc this always bugged me.

i know i said earlier that i didnt mind the gems not having more alien-like features but…

seeing the scrapped designs make me wish we had something more interesting. like you know those character concepts for disney films where the character looks really dynamic and interesting but then its scrapped to make an incredibly boring and cookie-cutter design? thats how it feels for SU.

before y’all say anything, im not calling the finished designs bad. they’re perfectly passable (and i adore bismuth’s design). i do have some issues with lapis since she’s a terraformer but she’s small and skinny (i’ve already explained that in depth in an earlier post).

i wish su would push their designs further and made more risks bc im getting a little bored of only getting to see cool designs in fusions (which have become a rarity now). like the only non-fusion character with an unnatural attribute is sapphire with having only one eye. I know jasper’s old concept design looks a little silly but i love the odd geometric shapes to her. it has a bit of personality to it and pushes the “big strong brute” attribute harder than her design thats just a buff lady with orange skin. or bismuth’s odd robotic body like her wrists, eyes and waist. Or lapis where her features aren’t alien-like but she has crazier hair and a more interesting facial design with 0 eyebrows and groved in eyeballs (with these weird black lines surrounding it i love it).

i dont know why the character designers  don’t want to be more creative with their approaches. are they afraid they’re gonna get hate for it? i mean people weren’t crazy about YD’s design when she was introduced, but everyone got over it and the designers brushed it off.

 and before y’all say “oh but it’ll be harder on the animators because there’s more detail” i want to remind you they’ve been managing fine animating characters like sugilite who has a more cluttered design

and sardonyx who frequently uses hand gestures despite having 4 arms

“So this was Levi, the witch.”

-The Stag in the Dark, chapter 1

Okay so @perksofbeingawaifu‘s darkstag aesthetic is so pretty I had to make something for the fic even if I hadn’t finished reading it yet lmao. and I thought a deer with creepy eyes would go perfectly with the whole vibe.


❝ i can shake everything off as i write; my sorrows disappear and my courage is reborn, ❞  - Anne Frank

time for some recommendation time because i have bookmarked some of my favourites during my hiatus to keep me rejuvenated and quenched and wanna share them with ya’ll♡

i really really love and admire these authors and their incredibly divine writings that just pulled my heartstrings and drowned me in my own ocean of tears. you should have a look and when i mean ‘should’ i mean you MUST because they are insanely good (in my opinion). i’m sure there are way more brilliant writers and stories to discover but then again, there are a billion stars in the night sky and we have all the time in the world to pick one and admire it.

▼please and i mean PLEASE don’t throw any hate, shade or give annoying rude requests of updates to writers who put in effort to rekindle the passion for reading and craft our fantasies and imaginations▲

fic rec update: 16 May


six degrees of separation (yoongi scenario)
he didn’t (multi-member series)
❝ you guys don’t frickin know how much i love her fics and if you can handle cliffhangers then you will enjoy her masterpieces but if you don’t - well prepare some tissues❞

arranged love (jungkook series)
hiraeth (jungkook series)
❝ art. alyssa is art. that’s all i can say because she is a fucking masterpiece❞

to earth (yoongi scenario)
listen (taehyung scenario)
punchline (jungkook scenario)
❝ mia’s writing is like getting a glimpse of what heaven seems like because her stories are just exceptionally beautifully written❞

cerise (yoongi scenario)
mischance (jungkook scenario)
accismus (taehyung series)
oodal (namjoon scenario)
❝ as you can tell, i’m a mega fan of cat’s writings. like no joke. pls read her stories and love her and bless her for such amazing stories like pls she is a sweet gift from heaven i swear❞

pressure (jimin scenario)
❝ her comical scenarios and plots makes me smile like there is no tomorrow so maybe her amazing writing will do something to you too…its probably black magic…❞

bts college!au
❝ okay she makes me feel so frickin fluffy with her drabbles like i can just EXPLODE with floor. she is crazy and her imagines are so relatable i just had to put her in my recommendation list❞

the taste of love (yoongi scenario)
obliviously obviously obvious (jungkook scenario)
❝ if i could, i would just give you her entire masterlist because i swear, missy’s writings can cure every broken soul. she makes me feel like such a disloyal hoe just because her writings for every member are frickin insanely good❞

noise (jimin scenario)
❝ main culprit for making me cry over angst because of this scenario. she is really good guys pls go check her out if you wanna good cry❞

cinderella (hoseok series)
enchanted (jimin series)
❝ jen is one of the first few writers that got me hooked and stimulated my passion for writing. i’ve talked to her before and she is a genuinely nice person. pls give her love for her incredible writing❞

better than words (taehyung scenario)
the little things (jungkook scenario)
untimely confessions (seokjin scenario)
❝ kristen’s stories are masterpieces and i’m not kidding you like they are so genuine and deep - deeper and the ocean - and that says a LOT❞

prince charming - love is easy - after all (jungkook series)
laws of motions and attractions (taehyung series)
limited edition (jungkook scenario)
❝ if you guys want a taste of extreme fluff and angst, go to kaye’s because her writings *sigh* i don’t even know anymore. she is just one of the most talented writers i have ever known in my entire existence❞

caller number 9 (yoongi series)
salted caramel (hoseok series)
warning labels (hoseok scenario)
felicity (seokjin scenario)
❝ *screaming because thalia is fucking amazing and i love her writings so much* you have no idea how much i admire her writing. its so new and fresh and just something i want to experience and have it screened in a cinema ya know. oh yeah and her edits makes me question my own artistic talent❞

the insanity called love (taehyung scenario)
❝ issy just slays it. she SLAYS it. if she played me she will slay ya'll❞

basically her entire text masterlist
❝ cheesy af and lucy’s texts makes me want to puke butterflies and cry rainfalls. partner in crime but likely to be the one to have to save my ass from the cops because i daydream too much in the midst of schemes❞

first light (jungkook scenario)
the swirling way of stars (jungkook scenario)
blue orchids (jungkook scenario)
❝ ya’ll…you have no idea how much i love mari and her stories. she makes magic with her words and fantasies come to life with her imagination that is just beyond the universe❞

incandescence (yoongi scenario)
supernova (jungkook scenario)
❝ gonna admit ignis’ stories just give me such a novel worthy vibe when i read them. its so well written and im just so awed by her eloquent writing and you all should❞

between the lines (jungkook scenario)
❝ i spent months trying to find this amazing blog who has the amazing fic that reminds me of jodi picoult’s Between The Lines. and trust me, its so beautiful i love it soo much it gets mE SO FLUFFY. kim’s stories are beyond amazing and i’m just nOPE NOT TODAY GURL❞

the devil skates on thin ice (yoongi series)
❝ you all have no fucking clue how amazing ivory is. iv’e been through her past personas and she still strikes me with her flamboyant vocab and outstanding storylines❞

paper hearts (jungkook series)

iniquitous (jungkook scenario)
❝ idk about you but tina is underrated and i waNT PEOPLE TO LOVE HER WORKS thank you pls. she is new so she doesn’t have that many fics but i’m so excited for new ones because she is just MMHHMMM❞

rent-a-boyfriend (taehyung scenario)
❝ yo this fic had me and my friends sQUEALING during biology class like i’m so in love with this fic where can i find a boyfriend????? like taehyung???? this fic is enough to stir the butterflies in you ;) ❞

petrichor (yoongi scenario)
❝ so so so s o SOOO good and so reALLL and genuine like it gives me raw feelings and i just SIGHHH

snapstreak (jungkook series)
❝ basically aus + kalice = some crazy cliche fluff shit. though in real life she is an actual ass she is actually really soft for jungkook so thats the only thing i respect of her


there is waaaaaaaaaaay more i assure and i’m pretty sure you guys know waaaaaay more. these are my fav scenarios and authors who have truly inspired me:) pls give them all the respect and love they deserve for their hard work. some of them are on hiatus or either really busy but all we can do is give them support and patience♡ will update the fic soon:))

It's Called a Baby Sweetheart-Chapter 5: In Time of Need

Devastated by Heathers recent departure, Nick tries to find comfort and peace by being alone in his home, but a certainty bunny will make sure that his morning is anything but peaceful…

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GUYS I just thought of something. What if Twist and Shout actually became a real book, like, you can go to target and buy it, okay so because Dean, Cas, Sam, ect, are the Supernatural characters they’d have to change the names and stuff for it to be a real book, and what if it become REALLY REALLY popular and everyone would be like ommgg twist and shout feels ahh and ALL OF US DESTIEL SHIPPERS WOULD BE LIKE BITCH ITS ABOUT DESTIEL BUT THEY HAD IT EDIT IT TO MAKE IT A REAL LEGIT BOOK, BUT ITS ACTUALLY ABOUT DEAN AND CASTIEL FROM SUPERNATURAL

This is an idea in my trash can of prompts. Okay so please imagine this: Observant Robbie that can tell Sportacus’ mood better than he can.

Perhaps he rarely feels bad, thus unable to cope / take appropriate actions to relieve it / failed to even realize its even a problem. So Sportacus goes about his day, acting differently without realizing.

But not Robbie. Over time, he comes to notice the signs - like his ears drooping a little, a lack of cheer, one flip less than usual, his smiles not reaching his eyes. It’s small, easily brushed off, barely noticeable but he sees and he’ll do something to help Sport feel better.

Maybe when they cuddle that night, he’s showered with more kisses than usual. Perhaps when they hold hands, Robbie intertwines their fingers, his thumb rubbing the back of his hand before he brings it up to press a kiss against his knuckles.

Robbie uses the endearing nicknames more often after a blue day. Calling him Sportalove, Sportahoney, Sportadear. There’s a pot of elvish soup bubbling away on the stove when he comes back to the lair with a case of the sniffles.

Robbie doesn’t say he loves him more often but when he does during those nights where Sportacus had a bad day, he makes sure to say it with so much adoration and conviction behind it. “I don’t love you more. It’s already perfect, the amount of love I have for you, my Sportadear.”

Sporty never really noticed that Robbie was actively doing this. He always thinks its a happy coincidence that Robbie’s acting more loving and affectionate whenever he feels off.

Nevertheless, Sporty just feels his love for Robbie grow and blossom into something even more beautiful each time.

I have a lot of feelings for this okay

  • Sun: Okay I'm here! What's up you guys?
  • Blake: Thank you Sun for coming.
  • Yang: Yeah Man. You have no idea how important this is to us.
  • Sun: Hey no problem. That's what friend's are for. So What do you need... me... to... *Sun then realized that they are in front of a clinic for artificial Insemination.* ... Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up a second!
  • Yang: Huh?
  • Blake: What's wrong?
  • Sun: Look Blake. Yang. I am flattered and honored that you would think of me for this, really I am. But This isn't something you just spring on a Guy!
  • Blake/Yang: Eh?
  • Sun: I mean I now that you two have wanted kids for a while now but I feel as though you should ask if I was okay with this.
  • Blake/Yang: What?
  • Sun: Don't get me wrong! I would love to help!
  • Blake: Sun.
  • Sun: But If I'm going to help you two make a baby then I have to be in that kids life. As their dad and not an uncle or something.
  • Yang: Sun!
  • Sun: Plus, you don't have to waste money doing it this way. It's not like we haven't had a threesome be-
  • Blake/Yang: SUN!
  • Sun: Huh?
  • Blake: We aren't asking you to be a donor.
  • Sun: You're not?
  • Yang: Yeah man. Sorry to give you a heart attack but I just need you to drive Bumblebee home. *Yang said tossing him her keys.*
  • Sun: Wait Really?
  • Blake: Yes Sun. You are our top pick for donors but we knew you would want to be in the baby's life and we couldn't do that to you since you live so far away. Me and Yang can't drive after our procedures. Which is why Ruby is going to be driving us home afterwards. *Blake explained while pointing to Ruby as she pulled up in her car.*
  • Ruby: Hey Blake. Hey Sis. Hey Sun.
  • Sun/Blake/Yang: Hey Rubes.
  • Sun: So hang on. You are both getting a bun put in the oven then?
  • Yang: No. I'm getting the bun in the oven.
  • Blake: The doctors are going to take one of my eggs along with some of my dna and cerebrospinal fluid to make an artificial sperm.
  • Sun: Oh. That sounds... Painful.
  • Blake: Yes. Yes it does.
  • Yang: We can switch if you want?
  • Blake: No. No. Your sister and Father insist you carry our bundle of joy. *Blake Smiled as she kissed Yang.*
  • Sun: ... SO Yang is going to have a-
  • Yang: Watch it.
  • Ruby: BUDDHA BELLY!! *Ruby cheered hugging her sister, sister in-law, and Friend.*
  • Sun: Okay then I guess I'll be-WHA!? *Sun Started as he started to walk away only for Yang and Blake to pull him back.*
  • Yang: Oh no you don't.
  • Blake: We want you to be here for for emotional support as your future god-daughter coming to be.
  • Sun: ... MY GOD-DAUGHTER!?~ *Sun smiled happily with tears in his eyes.*
  • Ruby: Uh, who is the emotional support here?
Unknown struggle (Simon Request)

(Emotional topic some readers may find distressing)
“No Simon fuck off!” You squeal, speeding round the landing of the sidemen house you now lived in to get away from your boyfriend of over a year.
“Come on answer!” He laughs, his longer limbs meaning he catches up with you instantly and grabs you from behind.
“I’m not answering” You shake your head, gripping onto his hands as he lifts you up.
“Oh seriously” He scoffs, “Out of Josh, JJ, Vik, Ethan, Harry and Tobi, who would you punch?”
“They’re my friends. I can’t answer that” You comment.
“Its JJ isn’t it?” He tilts his head, turning you to face him.
“Yeah but Im not sure why” You laugh.
“Can you two keep it down?” Vik yawns, walking out of his room since he’d been nocturnally sleeping as usual.
“Sorry Vik” You reply, turning round to face him with Simon wrapping his arms around you.
“Ughh you two are so sickeningly sweet” He grumbles, rubbing his eyes and heading downstairs.
“Right, you need to get on with editing” You mention to your boyfriend.
“Noooo” He whines, “Can’t we just spend the day together?”
“You still need to catch up before you leave for Boston and you told me, if you sidetracked, I had to sort you out” You remind him, “So, go on, edit”
“I’m also leaving you whilst I go to Boston to technically I should spend more time with you as well” He points out.
“Edit. And then we’ll see” You glare at him and he reluctantly heads over to his desk.
After a while, you’re propped up against the headboard of the bed with your laptop on your legs when Simon turns around to talk to you.
“I have an idea” He spins round in his chair excitedly.
“And what would that be Mr Minter?” You ask, closing the lid of your laptop and turning to look at him.
“I want to meet your parents” He states simply.
You widen your eyes slightly as you look at him.
“I mean, we’ve been dating for over a year now, you’ve met my folks, I’ve met your brother and your sisters” He explains, “and if its okay with you, I want to meet Mr and Mrs (y/l/n)”
You pause for a second, “Okay, I’ll take you tomorrow if you’d like”
“Sounds perfect!” He grins, jumping onto the bed, “For now, how does Netflix sound?”
~~~Time Skip~~~
You didn’t sleep much last night. You were anxiously thinking of all the possible ways Simon could react today. And you were still thinking about it now.
“Babe how smartly should I dress today?” Simon asks, going through his wardrobe with a towel around his waist and wet hair on his head from just getting out of the shower.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine wearing whatever babe” You respond, tugging on a pair of jeans.
“How about this?” He asks, holding up the shirt he wore to the premiere of laid in America.
“Babe you don’t need to put in so much effort,” You chuckle lightly.
“I don’t know, I want them to like me” He sighs.
“Wear whatever you’re comfortable in” You smile, kissing his cheek.
You change into a burgundy adidas T-shirt and yeezys whilst he goes for his white T-shirt, plaid shirt open over the top and black jeans.
“We’re heading out” Simon calls into the house to make the guys aware.
“Ooh it’s your big moment” JJ laughs, “Don’t fuck up”
“Shut up Jide” Simon scoffs, lacing his fingers with yours as you lead him to your car.
The pair of you are soon on the way with GSAP playing on the aux and Simon seeming to become more and more nervous. You felt it too. Just not in the same way. He was scared of what questions they would ask. How he’d answer. What they would think of him. Whether they’d like him. You were scared of his response.
“We’re here” You comment as you pull up at the side of the road, “Well, its just down here,”
On the way, you’d stopped to pick up some flowers which Simon thought was a brilliant gesture.
“Oh okay” He nods, getting out and holding your hand as you take him down the road you had walked so many times.
Every time you went down this past, your hands shook slightly and your breaths came out with a shiver. You seemed to only hear the blood in your brain and your eyes only became focused on the route you would take to get there.
“Everything okay babygirl?” Simon frowns.
“Yeah, just here,” You gesture and open the large squeaky gate.
“(Y/n)” He begins, his voice light.
You stay silent and lead him down the long main path before turning to the correct part and winding your way cautiously through to get to your destination.
And you were there. With your parents in front of you. Their gravestone. Amongst all of these graves, they seemed to get terrifyingly further to the back each time you came. You and your siblings always kept the grave in the best state possible- you made sure all of the leaves were cleared away and there was always flowers in water pots or small cards scattered across the area.
As you crouched down to clear away some of the stones and moss that had built over the soil, you noticed that Simon still stood in shock beside you.
“Babe i-” He starts but his words fall flat.
“I wasn’t really sure how I’d tell you” You admit quietly.
“No come on don’t be ridiculous” He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t even know where to start”
You nod and make sure the flowers you bought are laid out perfectly.
“So, how did it happen?” Simon croaks, crouching beside you.
“I was fourteen. We went on a family holiday to Cornwall and on the way back, a drunk driver was on the wrong side of the road. They died instantly” You explain, tears in your eyes, “I remember waking up and I was screaming at them to get up because I had my baby brother in my arms and he wouldn’t stop crying and I didn’t know what to do. And then everything else was a blur”
Simon stays silent, only moving to rest an arm around you.
“We all got to the hospital and they sat me and my sisters down and they told us that they’d both died. I yelled at them so much. I was the oldest so I felt like it was my responsibility. And I screamed because it was their fault and they should’ve done something and they didn’t and-” You stop as your tears threaten to fall, “I remember we went to my Nan’s house that night and I stayed in my brothers room because he wouldn’t fall asleep the whole night and I just held him and its the first, last and only time I ever cried in front of him. Ever since then I’ve just had to be the parent”
“Babe I don’t even know how to begin” He says, “I can’t even imagine how difficult it was for you"
“Every single weekend I come here just to make sure they’re okay” You sigh, “You know, when we were kids they told us that we could still talk to Mum and Dad if we felt like we needed to. I guess I never really stopped”
“What would you say to them?”
“I’d tell them all about school, then uni, my job, you and the guys” You list, brushing your hand over the cold stone. It still sent a chill down your arm.
“You know there’s nothing wrong with that” He reassures you, “And if its okay with you, maybe I could come up to some of these trips. Nothing has to change, we can just talk like you usually would. I’ll try not to swear or be too loud or say anything I shouldn’t do, I promise”
You smile and look down at the ground. It was strange having someone to share this with. Being the oldest, you’d always made sure that the others were okay. You never confided in them or any of your family or the woman they sent every week to ‘help’. You kept it bottled up. You just trusted Simon enough now that you wanted him to be aware.
“You dont have to be alone in this anymore babe” He smiles, brushing the hair from your face.
“Okay” You whisper, your tears too strong to allow you to speak any louder.
(Sorry for no imagine yesterday guys! I had food poisoning and spent the entire day on the couch!😟 I’ll try to get out 2 today hopefully x)

popping in quick on mobile to say all of my June post tax dollars on the Patreon ( ) are going to the Rainbow Railroad, which works to get LGBT people out of dangerous countries.

jill and I had been trying to convince snumple to come here on some kind of student visa–we offered to pay for school, have her work at the kennel at Jill’s clinic, and then, maybe the visa lottery, it wasn’t perfect it was just something to try. And I feel dumb saying all this because it sounds like I’m breaking my arm to pat my own back, but I think the situation in Russia had a lot to do with everything.

I failed, ultimately, where she was considered. and I don’t think i have the emotional resilience to do it again. but I can support the work being done. and i can tough it out to give whatever I make to something bigger.

okay so as someone who just played DnD for the first time ever last night and had no idea what I was doing… I’m genuinely baffled by the fact that it’s something people make fun of? the entire premise is hinged on people literally imagining up an entire story out of almost nothing and working together to tell it. that’s human creativity and teamwork in its purest form; why is it treated as shorthand for “sad nerds who live in a basement”?


Genre: Angst bc i dont like myself apparently


firstly, i didn’t proofread bc im lazy like that. 

second, i hit over 200 followers and wow i absolutely love you guys. Thank you so much for supporting my lazy writings. 

thirdly, i didn’t know what to title this either. someone needs to teach me how to title things

Hovering over his sitting form, your fingers touched his cheeks, the tips being stained with his tears. Wonwoo leaned into your touch, bringing his hand over yours for a sign, a sign you’ll stay, a sign of comfort. He could feel the unlit passion of your lips, the dryness and loveless. He so badly wanted to keep you attached to him, he wanted your lips to linger on his a moment longer so maybe a spark would ignite. So maybe you’d stay.

Disconnected lips, your noses brushed against each other, your forehead leaned against his and you whispered ever so quietly against his lips, “I should leave.”

“Please.” Wonwoo tried to take your lips but you had turned your head, letting him cry into your cheek, “please. don’t go.” His voice croaked in your ear.


Wonwoo fell to his knees, arms wrapping around your waist and he buried himself in your mid, “I’ll change. I’ll do whatever you say. Just please don’t leave. Please.” His voice cried out the last word.

Your hands rested itself in his charcoal hair. After a few minutes, your hands pulled Wonwoo’s arms apart from you, “I’m sorry.”

“please.” His voice died out as you walked away, leaving the boy resting on his knees.

You shut his door behind you. Your back leaned against it, fingers still wrapped around the cold doorknob and you were tempted. Tempted to go back in, to hold him, and hush his tears.

“Will you be okay?” You hadn’t noticed Mingyu approaching you.

You nodded, forcing a smile on your face, “After a while. I think the one you should worry about is Wonwoo.” Your body jumped at the scream, on the other side Wonwoo began tearing his room apart. The splitting sounds of glass shook you and your hand instinctively turned the doorknob.

Mingyu pulled the door, keeping it shut before you could open it, “I’ll handle it. You should go.” He tried not making the last sentence sound cold towards you, only it did.

You nodded, watching as the taller boy disappeared to the other side of the door.

Mingyu couldn’t believe how quick Wonwoo had made a mess. His whole desk was cleared of his books, old coffee stained each one with broken shards of the mug scattered around. Wonwoo sat on the edge of the bed, head buried in his hands. When Mingyu stood over him, Wonwoo looked up with hopeful teary eyes that only fell at the sight of the boy.

“Did she leave?”

Mingyu nodded, a hand patting the older’s shoulder as he sat next to him, “you wanna talk about it.”

Wonwoo threw his hands down, “What’s there to talk about! She left me! She fucking left me. What am I suppose to do without her. What am I suppose to do with all this stupid random information about her in my head.” Wonwoo’s fingers curled into a fist, “I’m so stupid.”

“Yeah.” The word drowned into the silence. Mingyu sighed, “I don’t know what to say.”

Wonwoo laughed with his tear stained face, “me too.”

For a few weeks Wonwoo stayed in solitude. Hiding in his room burying himself in his books, his mind stuck in another universe. On the occasional nights he wouldn’t be able to read, his tears dripping onto the pages with his shoulders shaking as he tried to contain himself.

Mingyu couldn’t stand the sight anymore, it began to become a sore to his eyes to see his friend wallow in sadness. Mingyu banged on your door, his fist pounded until you opened it with an angered expression.

“We need to talk.” Mingyu walked passed you and into your home.

“No I’m not busy at all, yes please just walk into my home unannounced at 11pm.” You shut the door, following the boy.

“You are being selfish here.” Mingyu spoke loudly, “Wonwoo has been practically drowning himself in his sadness and what are you doing, living happily knowing that you just ruined the nicest guy in the world.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “We agreed Mingyu. We had a deal.”

“Well that deal is off!!” Mingyu softened his voice, “Look. I’m sorry. Its just, the more I wrap my head around this deal the more it makes no sense. Why wouldn’t you just tell him. I mean you guys were gonna have a baby.”

“Were. We were going to. It’s something I want to forget okay. He can’t know about this Mingyu. We agreed, I break up with him and he doesn’t find out at all about this.”

Mingyu’s eyes fell, “Can I just ask something.” You nodded slowly, “Why did you abort.”

“I didn’t.” You told truthfully, “it was a miscarriage. It was easier to hate me when I said I aborted, wasn’t it.”

Mingyu wrapped his arms around you, “I’m so sorry.”

You patted his back, “Yeah.”

Mingyu returned home that night to see his friend lying on the couch, eyes aimlessesly and deadly staring at the ceiling. Wonwoo turned his head to look at the younger who had just arrived home late.

“Where’d you go.”


Wonwoo shot up, “What. Why. Is she okay.”

Mingyu pondered for a moment. He quickly pulled out his phone, finding your contact, he sent a single text. ‘The deal is off’.

Wonwoo entered the silent home, he closed your door, sliding the key you’ve hidden outside onto a nearby table. He froze when he saw you standing in the kitchen. You leaned on the counter, a deep sigh escaping when you saw him.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” Wonwoo whispered.

You clenched your fist, your heart already ached so much by seeing him, “Because it’s easier to forget if I don’t see you.”

“And how have you been since then.” Wonwoo stepped closer.

You forced a smile, “Fine.”

Wonwoo continued forward, “Y/N.” He knew you were lying.

“I’m fine.”


“I’m…..” You felt his arms wrap around you. His chin rested atop your head. Your breath hitched, your buried your face into his chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt as you began to wail into his chest. Your knees gave way and you melted to the floor with Wonwoo.

Leaning against the floor cabinets, Wonwoo held your waist, you rested your head tiredly onto his shoulder.

“Please don’t go.” You whispered into the empty air.

Wonwoo’s lips pressed against the top of your head, he pulled you close, “I’ll never leave.”

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

Originally posted by itishemmings

Part One:

Pairing: Ashton & Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing

Word Count: 2195

A/N: PART 2!!!!! This actually took me a while. I started this yesterday. I didn’t proofread, so good luck. I hope you enjoy.

If You Leave, You’re Gone for Good (Part 2)

“C’mon, man. It’s been two weeks since you left, and you’re fucking miserable. Just go apologize to her,” Calum prodded his best friend. Ashton shook his head and rested it in his hands. “And why the hell not? I love you, man, but you can’t just sleep on my couch for the rest of your life,” Calum responded, taking a seat next to him.

Ashton ran his hands through his hair while still facing the floor. “I’m sorry, mate. I’ll get a place of my own, I just need time,” Ashton muttered. Calum, however, refused to accept this. His brows furrowed as a frown grew on his face.

“You had a place. Why don’t you go back there?” Calum pushed. Ashton shot up from his spot on the couch, taking Calum by surprise, and threw his hands in the air dramatically.

“I can’t alright? I just can’t. You… You didn’t see the look on her face…” Ashton trailed off as if even thinking about having hurt her, hurt him. The pain in his face was evident as he massaged his temples with his thumb and forefinger. Calum’s expression faded into one of concern. Throughout all of Ashton’s fights with y/n, he had never seen him look so… Destroyed.

“You know-” he began, standing up to place a comforting hand on Ashton’s shoulder “You still haven’t told me what happened between you two. Maybe it would help if you had someone to talk to.” He finished. Ashton looked at him and gave him a quick, half-hearted smile.

“She, uh, she called me out on my shit, and I lashed out at her,” He replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay… How is that any different from any of your usual fights?” Calum tread lightly as not to upset Ashton any further.

“Well, this time, when I was about to leave in order to cool off, she told me… She said if I left, then we were through,” Ashton replied. His brows furrowed as he finished his statement.

“And you… You just left?” Calum reaffirmed in shock. He took his hand off of Ashton’s shoulder and shook his head.

“I know. I know. I’m an idiot, but now you see why I can’t just go back, apologize, and make this right again. We’re over.” Ashton faced the ground with his hands in his pockets. He was ashamed of himself and, frankly, appalled at his own actions. He loved y/n more than words could describe, yet he continued to hurt her.

“No. No, go apologize,” Calum demanded. Ashton gave him a confused look. Calum gestured towards the door and gave him a pointed look. Ashton opened his mouth to protest, but Calum was one step ahead of him. “I don’t care if apologizing won’t get her back. I want you to beg on your damn knees for her forgiveness and stop moping around feeling sorry for yourself,” Calum ordered. Ashton’s eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve been a complete asshole to her ever since we got back from tour last year. She deserves an apology and an explanation,” Calum reiterated. In response, Ashton sighed overzealously and walked out the door like a child being sent to time-out.


Ashton knew that y/n was dead serious when she gave him the boot, so he knew that she wouldn’t stick around at the house where he could easily find her. With this knowledge in mind, he pulled up at her best friend’s house instead. He walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. He teetered back and forth on his feet in anxiousness, waiting for an answer. He hoped, unrealistically, that y/n would open the door; instead, her friend did.

Y/f/n saw Ashton and immediately tried to slam the door in his face, but Ashton stuck his foot in to prevent it from closing. His face twisted in pain from the impact of the door, but he quickly pushed it open and stepped inside before she could try to close the door again. “What do you want, asshole?” She glared at him.

“I’m willing to bet you already know,” Ashton responded swiftly.

“I was hoping that wasn’t the case. Now I’ll have to call the cops and charge you with breaking and entering,” she said, walking away towards the phone.

“Come on, y/f/n, stop playing around. I’m serious,” Ashton pleaded.

“Who’s playing?” She continued her journey to find her cellphone. Ashton followed suit, catching up with her. He gently turned her to face him.

“Y/f/n, seriously, I need to see her. I need to apologize,” Ashton begged. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. Y/f/n removed his hands from her shoulders.

“She’s not here,” she quipped.

“Then where is she?” Ashton questioned.

“And why the hell would I give you that information? You have done nothing but hurt her for over a year now, and you come back every time with a new apology. And then you fuck up, and you hurt her again, so tell me, why exactly would I tell you where she is?” she called him out. Her eyes flashed with anger. Ashton couldn’t look her in the eye. He knew she was right.

“This time, it’s different-”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” she snapped.

“I’m serious, y/f/n. Look at me!” He gestured towards his disheveled appearance. “I haven’t slept in days, I haven’t eaten, and I’ve been beating myself up everyday for ever letting things get this far. I am falling apart without her!” He was on his knees now, and his tears were falling freely down his face.

“Get off my damn floor. You have no right to come in here with your little sob story and ask me to let you apologize. Do you know how I found her? She hadn’t been responding to my texts for a couple of days, so I paid her a surprise visit, and do you know where she was?” y/f/n paused as if waiting for Ashton’s response. “Curled up in a ball in the same place you left her, crying her damn eyes out,” she sneered. She was seemingly void of all sympathy for Ashton.

It felt as though Ashton had taken a blow to the chest. Hearing what he did to her just broke him even further. He didn’t deserve her. All he did was hurt her. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. He was so ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of the person he had become.

“No, you’re not. Do you know how I know? Because even though you know you hurt her every time you get close, you’re still here, begging on your knees for a chance to be with her again,” Y/f/n stated emotionlessly. She wasn’t pulling any punches this time. Ashton could tell she had been waiting for over a year to say all of this to him.

“It’s different this time. I know what it’s like to live without her, and I hate it. I fucking hate it. I know that I’ve taken her for granted, and I’ve… Hurt her. I just want the chance to apologize, to make things right. I miss her so fucking much. You have to understand that,” Ashton pleaded. And maybe it was something in his eyes or something he said, but y/f/n’s hard expression softened.

“Okay.” She walked off to get her keys.

“Okay? Okay what?” Ashton scrambled off of his feet with a newfound hope that he would get to see y/n.

“Okay, get your ass in the car. I’m convinced for now, but if you hurt her one more time-” she began. But a smile had already made its way across Ashton’s face.

“I won’t! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He sped out the door towards her car, leaving her rolling her eyes behind him.

“He better not fuck this up,” she muttered under breath before following after him.


Y/f/n walked briskly ahead of Ashton as she made her way to the pub they had arrived at. Ashton purposely slowed his walk so that he could lag behind. If he were being honest with himself, he was nervous to see y/n again. After the way he treated her, he’d be surprised if she didn’t throw a drink in his face on sight. He sighed deeply before rounding the corner.

When he laid eyes on y/n, his breath got caught in his throat. She looked stunningly beautiful. The way y/f/n had described her experience, he half expected her to look like a zombie. But there she was, looking beautiful as ever with an earth shattering smile on her face as she talked to y/f/n. He was floored. He almost forgot why he was here.

Ashton was so focused on y/n that he almost didn’t notice y/f/n pointing back at him. Y/n’s smile almost immediately faltered, and she looked in the direction of y/f/n’s pointed finger. As soon as she laid eyes on you, her face twisted into a frown. Her forehead wrinkled, and she turned back to y/f/n quickly. They engaged in a heated conversation, and y/n looked like she was going to cry.

Ashton decided now was the time for him to step in. “Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” Ashton stood next to her at the bar, and her back was facing him. Her friend gave her a pleading look that caused her to finally turn around.

“What?” Y/n avoided eye contact as much as possible.

“I, uh, I’ll just leave you guys alone then,” Y/f/n announced before shooting Ashton a pointed glare and walking away. Ashton cleared his throat nervously.

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry-”

“Stop,” she interrupted. “Please don’t do this again. You always do this, and I always fall for it because I’m an idiot-” she began.

“No, no come on. You’re not an idiot.” He gently lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “I’m the idiot. I understand if you don’t want to pursue anything with me, but at least give me a chance to explain myself. I love you, and-” he was cut off by her short, breathy laugh.

“What? You don’t believe that I love you?” Ashton knew then that he had gone too far. He never meant for this to happen, to scar her so badly.

“Well can you blame me? I would start listing the reasons why, but you might start calling me a tyrant again,” she shot back sardonically. Ashton hung his head in shame.

“Listen to me. I promise you that I didn’t mean a word I said that day. I love you so much, and being away from you made me realize-”

“What? That you actually like my ‘all around annoying’ personality?” She interrupted. Ashton’s face fell. “Can you just tell me one thing? Why would you treat me like shit, say all of that mean stuff about me, and then leave, all so you could come crawling back again. Is this some type of game to you?” she interrogated. Her eyes shone with tears.

“No, of course not,” he quickly responded.

“Then why?” Her voice cracked as her eyes bore deep into his. He looked into them for a long time before sighing deeply. He bit his lip.

“That last time we toured, I missed you so much. It hurt me to be away from you, and I didn’t want to feel like that, so helpless. So as soon as we got back, I made a plan to make sure that I never felt like that again,” he explained.

“So you decided to push me away, so it wouldn’t hurt when you had to leave again,” she reaffirmed. He nodded solemnly. She hesitated before saying “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Like that’s actually so mind numbingly stupid that I think I’ve actually lost some brain cells just by hearing that,” she deadpanned.

He let out a short, dry laugh. “I know. And it was so selfish of me. I didn’t even think of your feelings, and I’m so sorry. There’s no point in doing it anymore if it ends up with you getting hurt,” he says. He takes a seat next to her on a bar stool, and they sit in silence for a long time.

They exchange glances using their peripheral vision for a long while before Ashton speaks again. “So… Are you willing to start over? I swear to you I will never be that stupid ever again,” he declared. He was about ready to beg if she said no. He didn’t want to leave without knowing they were together.

“Well…” She hesitated. “I did say I was an idiot,” she finished. Ashton’s smile returned once again as a wave of happiness overtook him.

“Thank you so much!” He enveloped her in a bear hug. “I will not disappoint you,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you going to kiss me or what?”


Lily, take harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off!’

  • Lily Potter took one last look at those hazel eyes and crooked glasses. And then she ran.
  • Holding her child in her arms she ran.
  • And she heard a thump behind her, like a bag of rocks being dropped onto the floor.
  • But she knew it wasn’t rocks.
  • Still she ran, clutching her child in her arms. 
  • ‘Harry you are so loved.’ ‘Harry dada loves you, mumma loves you.’ ‘Harry be safe. Be strong.’
  • She knew she wasn’t meant to survive, she could live with that. But she would be damned if they would get her baby. His baby.
  • And she got to the stairs. She should go up, go high to get away.
  • ‘No Lils.’
  • It was like a voice in her head. His voice. And she stopped.
  • ‘Keep going. Get out. Go far. Apparate.’
  • Lily Potter never listened to her husbands advice.
  • Except once.
  • So she kept running.
  • ‘Avada kedavr-’
  • ‘No!’
  • She wrapped herself tighter around Harry. No. he couldn’t have him. Not Harry.
  • She felt like she had been punched. She stumbled. But that was it. 
  • Then she heard a bang. Like an explosion behind her.
  • Lily didn’t remember much after that. In fact for a few minutes she didn’t remember anything. She just saw that smile and she kept going. For him. And for Harry.
  • She turned on the spot. Before she apparated she caught one last glimpse of the life she had lead. Of where they had lived together. Of him. 
  • But there was fire. and dust. And everything was wrong.
  • And then it was gone.
  • And she screamed.
  • because she had loved him more than anything. More than she loved herself. More than she thought a person was capable of loving. She would have done anything for him. Sacrificed anything. 
  • But in the end it was him who had paid the ultimate sacrifice.
  • Days went past.
  • People celebrated and cheered. Finally it was over. The curse had rebounded from the loving mother. People were safe.
  • But Lily Potter had lost her husband.
  • And Remus had lost his best friend.
  • And Sirius had lost his brother.
  • And for those few days they didn’t know what to do.
  • Sirius had tried to go after Peter, but Lily had stopped him. She had shouted and cried. He didn’t deserve it, she said. Let the aurors find him. Sirius needed to be here with Harry.
  • Harry
  • He was what kept them going. Always. His smile. His cry. His tufts of hair that stuck up all the wrong way.
  • It was all him.
  • This is what he died for, Lily would think. This is who it was all for.
  • And she knew it was worth it.
  • Because Harry was everything. He was their child. 
  • He was living proof that James Potter had lived, loved and been loved. 
  • He was all James had and had needed. He was all Lily needed to.
  • Because with Harry she saw James, and the life they had shared and the passion she had loved him with.
  • She saw her husband.
  • And she never forgot how important his sacrifice was.
  • ‘I’ll do it James.’ she whispered. ‘I’ll make it all worth it. I’ll make you proud, just like you did to me every day.’

Okay but like one time I was taking a math test and it had those weird word problems and one was about someone buying 20 scones and all I could think about was freaking snowbaz and then the other was talking about two ppl running or something and one was named “Misha” and I just about lost it

Heartbeat - Luke Alvez x reader

Request: 30 with luke!

sorry this took a while to write, hun! i hope you like it sorry its very cheesy (’: i based this off of what happens to me and how i feel lol so i hope u guys can relate, otherwise i’m just a sensitive piece of shit who needs to chill (i am anyway tho)

(gif has nothing 2 do w fic)

“Why do you keep watching movies that are going to just make you cry?”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

As much as you hated your menstrual cycle, it was something that you just had to deal with. You’d get cramps that were very uncomfortable but not unbearable and you’d get a little bloated, but it was okay. The worst part, though, was definitely the toll your period took on your emotions.

You weren’t a very clingy person. You were independent and didn’t ask for help with anything unless you absolutely needed it. But when you had your period, you just wanted your boyfriend by your side constantly with his arms around you as he pressed kisses to your cheek. 

Luke had to go into work today but you were off. You had spent the majority of your day whining and crying, a result of the sad/romantic movies you’d been watching. You’d seen The Notebook a billion times but the cheesy plot always made you emotional.

When Luke got home, he wasn’t surprised to see that you hadn’t moved your position on the couch since he’s left this morning. He was, however, sad to see that you were crying.

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Interesting highlights from Steve’s Grammys Red Carpet interview about “Just Hold On”

In recent interviews, it’s become quite clear that the “Just Hold On” release was sudden and not how Louis and Steve had thought it would or wanted it to go. Seems like it was taken out of their hands all of a sudden. But why??

Again, in Steve’s Grammy Red Carpet, he said the following notable things:

We debuted it in December quickly, we didn’t mean for it to come out. We just plopped it out into the world,and all of a sudden, the fans ate it up, and now it’s finally  doing its thing on radio. It’s so crazy how fast things are going, I have a difficult time processing, but yeah, it’s been wild.

“We let the fans pick it up and make it into something where the world was like - alright, you guys got to hear this.

Remember that Louis and Steve said the following during the Lulu and Lala radio interview as well:

“We kinda had the song and we knew we really liked it, and the last 3 weeks of putting it together it was just like, speed, like 10 times.”
“We had a performance at XFactor and they were like “okay we want you guys to perform and we’re like, oh, we’re not quite done yet”

We can establish by now that Steve and Louis had different plans for this song and it seems like the label took over when they weren’t ready and were told to perform it and release it. The language they used is notable because it distances them from the decision to release it  – that was NOT a conscious decision by Steve or Louis (as it relates to his personal circumstances.) This isn’t straightforward - as with most of the JHO promo - so again, what’s going on? (Will the questions ever end? Probably not.)

post 2x07, my attempt at a fix-it drabble because i really needed to get it off my chest (ao3)

On his way to Magnus’, Alec had almost turned around five times, his mind unable to stop. What if Magnus didn’t want him, what if Alec was bad at this, what if he froze up in the moment and ruined it?

So when he finally got to the loft, he decided to focus on doing and feeling instead. To just go for it, no overthinking, no thinking in general.

After assuring Magnus and himself that he wanted this, Alec continued kissing Magnus while moving them towards the bedroom, focused on the feeling of Magnus’ lips against his and Magnus’ body under his touch. He felt a sort of urgency in doing this, trying to move quicker than his thoughts could get in the way of this.

Suddenly, he felt Magnus’ hands on his chest, but they were pushing him away.

Alec broke the kiss and he felt a wave of dread go through his entire body at the look on Magnus’ face.

“Alexander, wait,” Magnus said carefully, his expression closed off and on guard, something Alec was so unused to seeing. It made his stomach turn and his heart clench.

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calfreezy x reader imagine: it’s just a prank bro!  (i had to lolol im sorry)

REQUESTED:  “Could you do a Calfreezy imagine where he’s planning to pull a prank on (Y/N) by telling her he cheated but she instantly sees the camera and to get back at him she tells him it’s okay because she cheated on him or something like that? And after its just sweet and fluffy. Thank you!”

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a hot sec?” 

Callum leaned his head round the door frame of his bedroom where I was sitting in his bed, scrolling through twitter on my laptop whilst he filmed a Q&A in the other room. He had originally asked me to join him however I declined, not wanting to make an appearance whilst feeling as rough as I did on this day. Last night was New Years; and I remembered absolutely nothing. Not even midnight. For all I know, Callum could have kissed any other girl in the room at midnight and I literally would have not an inkling. This, of course, didn’t leave me feeling in best condition for the first day of the year.

“Sure,” I responded to Callum. “Are you done filming?”

“Yeah.” He answered. I made space in his bed for him to come over however he declined.

“No, in the lounge.”

“Oh Callum why?” I groaned, uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his bed being it was cold and bright outside of this room. 

“I know baby I know, but it’s serious and I don’t want Harry to hear, which he will if I talk to you about it in here.”

“Okay..” I rubbed my head, slightly concerned. “Just give me a minute to adjust.”

“Whatever you wish,” he smiled before leaving the room. I went to log out of twitter when I noticed he had tweeted only a couple of minutes before. The tweet read something about pulling one final prank before the Q&a ended. I logged out, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as I realised he had told me it was already over, and as I was dry, clean and not physically jumping him, no pranks had been pulled on me as far as I was aware. I stood anyway, stretching. I was wearing only one of Cal’s weezy shirts and my underwear. I contemplated putting on extra clothes but decided against it.

“This better be good, my everything kills.” I warned Callum as I made my way into the lounge. He was sat on a chair in front of the balcony window, another chair next to him reserved for me. He looked nervous. I took my seat, looking up at him.

Behind him, taped to the TV i instantly noticed a go pro. I squinted my eyes to focus on it. Was I being recorded?

“So Y/n,” Cal began to speak, interrupting my thoughts as I looked at him. “Obviously last night was New Years, and we had a party, in this very flat.”

“Yes?” I questioned. “Why are you telling me this, I know, I was there..”

“But you were extremely intoxicated were you not?”

“Well yeah..”

He looked down, his hands clasped together. 

“Last night..I kissed someone else. I cheated. I’m sorry.”

I turned away from him, feeling my heart drop. I looked over at the door contemplating whether or not to just get up and leave when I saw another camera, taped to the top of the door. Then everything made sense: the tweet, the go pro. I was being pranked. 

I looked down, smirking. This should be fun.

“Cal..” I looked back up at him. “I’m so glad were on the same page.”

“I’m so sorry- wait, what?”

“I’m glad you did, because I did too.”

“Y/N? You did what? Are you still drunk why aren’t you mad?”

“Cal,” I grabbed his hand in mine. “At midnight, I kissed Simon. I’m so sorry.”

“Y/n? Are you fucking serious?”

His face paled, jaw wide open. His reaction was priceless. 

“Cal you kissed someone too! it’s alright, we’re even!”

“No we’re not fucking even! You cheated!” He stood up.

“Cal I’m sorry, I was just so drunk and you look so alike..I thought it was you!”

He stood still, his fists clenched. Suddenly his face screwed up.

“You thought he was..Y/N are you pranking me?”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my mouth as I jumped up onto Cal, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stood completely still faking anger, although he couldn’t stop the smile that made it’s way onto his face. I planted small kisses all over his neck.

“I GOT YOU YOU FUCK!” I exclaimed through a laugh. “WHO GOT PRANKED NOW BITCH?”


He placed his large hands on my waist, squeezing me before he began tickling me. I giggled into his neck as he carried me over to the sofa and threw me down upon it, still tickling me. When I begged him to stop he didn’t and so I pulled his shirt. He lowered himself onto me and our lips met, smiling against eachother. 

“I love you you fuck,” I whispered into him.

“I love you too.” He replied before kissing me once more. I ran my hands through his hair as he climbed on top of me, his hands still on my waist, briefly coming in contact with the lace of my underwear.

“Oh Jesus get a room you two.” Harry groaned, entering the room suddenly.