no future without water

All I Could Do Was Cry - Part 1

Word Count: 1,259 words.
Prompt: “I’ve loved you my whole life and you’re about to marry somebody that’s not me. I can’t watch you do that”
Warning(s): Angst. 
A/N: Written for @theassetseyeliner for their writing challenge. Thank you for letting me be part of this, and thank you for giving me the extension. 

Hopefully I won’t disappoint. Note that English is not my first language. Happy reading!
P/S: Steve will be in the next and final part so bear with me.

part 1 || part 2

**Credit to the owner of the picture. I only cropped and added the title in**

“(y/n)?” a soft voice asked, pulling the door slowly.

You couldn’t contain it anymore. You didn’t have any more energy to pretend that everything’s okay. You were tired, so damn tired of having to put a happy façade –to smile in front of your friends as you watch her live the life you had pictured for yourself. Exhaustion had settled deep into your bones when the women who’d stolen his heart came out from the dressing room, her previous attire of jeans and his hoodie now replaced with a dreamy off-white a-line dress, fitting her so perfectly.

When your group of friends gasped at her reveal, you could only clutch the glass of bubbling champagne tighter in your hands, because it’s when you realize this is happening, that you’ve completely lost him to this perfect woman.

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Boyfriend Yukhei (Lucas)


  • Okay so I am literally in l o v e with Lucas okay
  • Like this guys is 18 year olds and hasn’t even debuted yet and is murdering us all
  • But anyways
  • Lucas would be a really cute yet just not cute at all boyfriend
  • Like he has his cute and sexy moments
  • His usually cute when he wants something though
  • “Cuddle me~”
  • “Kiss me~”
  • “Y/N~”
  • The other time would be when he’s complimenting you but let’s face he’s probably tryna soften you up so you can buy him food
  • He isn’t afraid to tell you when he gets jealous or he feels neglected
  • Which will then result in cuddle time everyday for hours and hours
  • Okay so he’s like the opposite of Mark
  • Mark - Shy bean, awkward, social mess
  • Lucas - Everything but that
  • And when you both are going out somewhere he always says something in english and there’s no explanation for it
  • “Let’s go go go!”
  • “Come on man!”
  • “Wooo water park!” Hinting future scenarios
  • All the damn time without fail
  • But its a mix of cute and sexy so it’s fine
  • Sometimes catch him staring at himself in the mirror
  • He knows he’s handsome okay he just knows
  • But even though he knows he’s always like “Y/N~ Do I look good?”
  • And you want to throttle him on the spot since just two minutes ago he was admiring himself
  • And when it comes to him dancing he’s really shy to do it in front of you
  • Like youd request a song and he’d say “Nope too hard”
  • Request another
  • “Too hard Y/N”
  • Until you’ve literally requested every song in the company and apparently they’re all too difficult for him
  • He’s a liar okay a liar
  • Until it’s like you give up there’s no getting him to dance unless your catch him off guard at practice
  • And when you sneak in on him dancing and after he’s finished you’re just like
  • “Too difficult huh?”
  • He’s just like fuck how long you been standing there and look I just didn’t wanna dance man
  • He’d take you out a lot for sure and would show you off to the others
  • He loves all of the nct members of course
  • So much that you’d find him imitating some of the members
  • A common imitation is Chenle’s scream and laugh
  • A classic
  • You end up imitating it too and that’s when you realise “wow I need to spend less time with you”
  • But you love him nonetheless
  • The thing I really love about Lucas is that he’s the same age as mark but it’s like he’s an entirely different age
  • Like the kids 25 or some shit istg
  • And then Marks still 14 in a lot of peoples eyes
  • It’s bants
  • But yeah Yukhei is the best boyfriend ever and I’m forever waiting for his debut
  • Amen

Originally posted by neotechs

Ser Gendry the Outlaw Knight of the Brotherhood Without Banners

Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: i think generally when i took this off schedule it was kinda because i was expecting not to be able to update it every week buT AS IT TURNS OUT i can get a lot done when i’m procrastinating revision because i stopped going to class and im literally home all the time ((’’’studying’’’)) apart from when i’m in for exams so IN SHORT after three days here is another chapter gOd i spoil u guys so much i feel like these chapters are gonna start getting shamefully regular arent they

also this chapter gets a lil emo i PROMISE IT WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING EVENTUALLY DONT THROW THINGS AT ME but i wrote this entire chapter listening to wrapped around your finger and beside you so the link’s there if u wanna u know  ~set an atmosphere~~ or somethign

 cash in the attic, dickinson’s real deal and bargain hunt are these auction shows always on daytime tv they have quite a reputation here in the uk (i think it’s notable to mention this for anyone who isn’t british) it’ll make sense when u read the chapter i promise





It’s gone too quickly. Dan shuts his eyes. It’s gone way too quickly.

He opens them again, taking in the sight of the skyline surrounding him until the image is engraved behind his eyelids when he squeezes them shut again. He needs to take it in. He needs to memorise every single detail before he’s dragged away from it, leaving only a mere vapour trail in the Viennese sky as a remain of his presence. He wants his memory of this city to be as permanent as he is temporary.

He leans against the railings of the bridge, the iron cold against his cheek as he stares down at the River Danube flowing beneath him; a weird, murky green in the daylight. His eyes trail over the layers of beige, decorative infrastructure surrounding him; studying the modern architecture against the old, thinking about how two buildings can be as close as a matter of metres together, yet centuries apart. It reminds him of London.

Dan gives the St. Charles Church a quick glance, and St. Paul’s Cathedral comes to mind. Schonbrunn Palace in the distance catches his eye, and he thinks of Buckingham Palace. It confuses him how a city so architecturally similar to London could be so atmospherically different.

He stares back down at the river. Although even with a colour as cloudy as that, it’s evident it’s probably still about nine-hundred times cleaner than the Thames. He strains his ears. Even in the early morning, it’s still quieter in the city centre than it ever would be in even the most distant outskirts of London. And if he were to sit out on a bridge for this long in his home city, he’d be surprised about making it this far without being either accidentally pushed off, shouted at, thrown money at or whacked with a selfie stick.

He’s going to miss Vienna dreadfully.

They’d made a promise, he and Phil, to come back here someday. To revisit all the places they’d discovered over the course of the fortnight, to stay in the same hotel and even dance in the same ballroom.

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The Scary Reason Illinois Just Banned Your Face Wash

Sure, microbeads in soap and other personal care products make your skin smoother, but they’re pure environmental evil.

Would you voluntarily rinse microscopic synthetic plastic balls down the drain? If you use cosmetics that contain microbeads, that’s what’s happening every time you lather up. A single container of face wash can contain hundreds of thousands of the spheres—which, like every other object made from plastic, aren’t biodegradable.

Imagine a gazillion tiny plastic balls floating through the world’s streams, rivers, lakes, and oceans, adding to the already insane amount of plastic in the water. Scared? You should be. In the future it might be impossible to find water without them. No wonder folks in the Land of Lincoln have had enough of the balls. Illinois, which is adjacent to one of the largest freshwater bodies of water in the world, Lake Michigan, has become the first state in the nation to issue a ban on the manufacture and sale of personal care products containing microbeads.

S.B. 2727, which was sponsored by state Sen. Heather Steans and state Rep. Jaime Andrade Jr., mandates the removal of synthetic microbeads from all face and body wash, toothpaste, and other personal care products.

Over the past decade, face washes and other skin care products have become laden with the beads. Manufacturers tout the balls’ ability to slough away dead skin and, in a direct appeal to our vanity, reveal a youthful-looking appearance. (An exfoliating paste made of baking soda doesn’t make cosmetics companies much money, you see.) The balls are too small to be filtered by waste treatment plants, so they’re poisoning our water and being ingested by marine life. That means they have to go.

“Banning microbeads will help ensure clean waters across Illinois and set an example for our nation to follow,” Illinois Gov. Pat Quinn said in a statement. “Lake Michigan and the many rivers and lakes across our state are among our most important natural resources. We must do everything necessary to safeguard them.”

Pressure is mounting on personal care manufacturers to reduce the negative impact of their products on the lakes and the surrounding environment. In May Minnesota banned the antibacterial chemical triclosan, which has been shown to create a hormonal imbalance in animals that ingest it through drinking water.

New York may soon follow Illinois’ lead in banning microbeads. But the Empire State may see the removal of the balls first. That’s because the Midwestern state is giving companies plenty of time to get rid of the plastic spheres. Manufacturers have until the end of 2018 to stop making products with microbeads and until the end of 2019 to stop selling them in the Illinois. That’s a long time—and potentially millions more of the beads poisoning the Great Lakes.

Cosmetics giants Unilever, Procter & Gamble, and Johnson & Johnson have all agreed to start phasing out microbeads. For the sake of the environment, let’s hope they speed up their time line.

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Second Guessing

a/n: requested. And I hope the length makes up for me not posting earlier. Sorry :/ Hope you like. 

Something about airports always made you feel excited. This time was no different, in fact your level of excitement was at an all-time high, considering who was waiting for you beyond the double doors. You could barely keep yourself together at the thought of running into his arms. A wide grin stretched across your face just at the thought of being in his embrace again, and finally looking into his pretty blue eyes instead of at them through a lagging computer screen.

A scream bubbled up inside you and tumbled past your lips once you turned the corner and locked eyes with your grinning fiancé. Your pace instantly picked up as you ran towards him.

The moment his arms secured themselves around you and lifted your body up against his you felt at home. His stubble tickled your skin as he buried his face in your neck. Though he lowered you after a few moments you remained intertwined, just enjoying the feel of being near each other after months of him being on tour. Nothing was said for a while, you were both content to just bask in the joy of finally being together again.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your hair as he gave you a last squeeze.

When he released you there was only half a second allotted to get a good look at his face before he was ducking into to plant a long awaited kiss on your lips.

No matter how much time passed the way your body responded to Luke’s never changed. You melted into him, lips reciprocating.

“I missed you too,” you whispered against his lips, eyes fluttering open to stare into his.

He smiled in return, moving his lips over your forehead before he pulled you in for another tight hug.


It only occurred to you by the time you arrived at the hotel that there was a surprising lack of fans and paps at the airport. You couldn’t say you were disappointed. Even though you had accepted fame as a huge part of Luke’s lifestyle it didn’t mean you loved it. There were times when you just wanted to be in public without having to deal with enthusiastic fans and pushy paparazzi.

Though getting from the airport was void of any fanfare the same could not be said for arriving at the hotel. Before you even pulled up you could see the men waiting with their cameras poised and mentally prepared yourself for the numerous questions and multiple pictures.

Luke’s hand tightened its grip on yours as he stepped out of the car. His presence always put you at ease and when the usual assault of probing questions where thrown your way you didn’t mind so much with him at your side.

You were barely inside before you were being tackled by Michael. You giggled as he spun you around before setting you back on the ground.

“You’re here. Shit, I missed you!” he voiced your sentiments.

You ran your fingers through his brightly coloured hair as you responded, “I missed you too Mikey.”

Being away from your fiancé was definitely taxing, but so was being away from your best friend. The past few months were tough and you were glad to be around your favourite people again.

“How was your flight?” he queried as you all boarded the elevator.

“Long,” you sighed, leaning into Luke’s side.

“Yeah we figure you’d be tired so we’re going to let you sleep for now, but you’re having dinner with us tonight. So get all the rest you need.”

He bounded down the hallway once you got to Luke’s room, leaving the two of you alone. As soon as the door locked in place behind you his hands were on your hips, pulling you into him and his lips were colliding with yours.

His groan of approval when you kissed back spurred you on. Any iota of tiredness dissolved the moment his tongue parted your lips in search of yours.

Soon you were a flurry of moving hands, with your clothes coming off at an alarming rate as he guided you towards the bed.  

It hadn’t taken long in the early part of your relationship with Luke to learn that his sex drive was that of a very healthy nineteen year old guy. His performance in bed was nothing to turn your nose up at either. He surely knew his way around your body and had familiarized himself with it so much so that he knew just what made your toes curl.

“I really fucking missed you,” he grunted against your mouth.


Nightfall met you laid up in bed, tangled with a still sleeping Luke under the hotel sheets. You lazily studied the side of his face while you had the chance. Not much had changed since the last time you’d seen each other save for the blonde hair coating his jaw. You’d noticed he was growing a beard during your nightly Skype calls, but made no mention of it.  You’d loved his clean shaven face, but you found his new look to be downright sexy.

His eyelids fluttered and for a moment you thought he would wake, but he stilled and you continued your perusal of his facial profile.

Most would call the two of you crazy for getting engaged at such young ages. They said that you were throwing away your lives, sealing your futures without first testing the waters, but you couldn’t disagree more. When he proposed six months ago there was no doubt in your mind that he was the one you wanted to spend forever with.

Your eyes fell to the hand resting on his bare chest. The ring on your finger glistened in the light with the promise of a bright future. People could say what they wanted, but you knew what you said yes to and you stood by your decision.


Your eyes darted up to his to see them halfway open, sleepily staring at you. You hadn’t even realized he was awake.

“Hi,” you whispered back.

His lips pulled into a dimpled smile before he leaned over to peck you on yours.

“Can we just stay in bed for the rest of the week?” you loved how gravelly his voice always sounded after he’d just woken up.

“We could, but then I wouldn’t get to spend any time with the boys,” you pointed out.

He pouted, “But you didn’t come to spend time with them, you came to spend time with me, your fiancé.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at that. Not that you minded, but Luke could be very selfish when it came to you and vice versa. However, Calum, Ashton and Michael were still your friends and during the seven days you were there you planned to spend time with everyone.

“I’m here to hang out with everyone, babe. Which speaking of, we should get ready. We’re supposed to have dinner with them, aren’t we?” you sat up, reaching for your phone on the nightstand to check the time.

It was approaching seven in the evening. No doubt someone would be knocking or calling soon to find out if you were ready.

Before you could move to get out of the bed, arms were snaking around your middle and pulling you back.

“Can’t we just order room service and stay in bed for the rest of the night?” he mumbled into your neck.

His offer sounded tempting, but you knew the boys would be waiting for the both of you.

“We promised we’d have dinner with everyone,” you reminded him, trying and failing to pry his arms away.

“But I want you all to myself,” he pleaded.

“C’mon Luke. Let go, I need to shower and get dressed,” you laughed once he started peppering kisses at the back of your neck.

“Hm, maybe I should join you,” he hummed against your skin.

“No,” you immediately denied.

You both knew what would happen if he were to get in the shower with you…

“Let’s just go to dinner and I promise when we get back it’ll just be me and you.”

He let you loose, accepting the bargain.


The weather was perfect and luck was seemingly on your side because for the few hours that you and the boys had been out and about there had only been a handful of excited fans scattered throughout. If the paps were around they were doing a good job of staying hidden and you preferred it that way.

“Y/N, I need your help on deciding which pair of shoes to get,” Michael came over to you in the store gesturing to the other end.

You glanced up at Luke, who seemed to have already grown tired of shopping, “Wanna help us?”

“Nah, you go ahead.”

You leaned up and kissed the bottom of his chin before going off with your friend in the other direction.

As you helped Michael choose between two different pairs of Vans your attention partly remained on your sulking fiancé on the other side of the store.

You’d noticed his behaviour had been a bit off the last couple of days. You weren’t sure what it was, but you wanted to get him alone for a moment to ask. With the boys around almost 24/7 it had been pretty much impossible. Though he laughed at something Ashton told him you took note of the fact that it didn’t really reach his eyes.

“He’s probably just wants to get back to the hotel so he can have you all to himself,” you returned your focus to Michael to see him regarding you with a knowing look.

You shrugged, accepting his answer as a possible explanation.


Luke’s arms surrounded you as you sat nestled in his lap. The room was quiet with everyone occupied in their own activities. You idly played with his fingers, feeling his heart beat steady against your back. You still hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to him in private. He hadn’t said much since you’d left the shopping centre. And now you were backstage at the arena they were scheduled to perform at in a few hours, waiting for sound check to begin.

You’d wanted to chalk his silence up to nerves, but something told you it was something else, you just didn’t know what.

You excused yourself to the bathroom. Deciding to wait until you were back at the hotel that night to bring it up, you made your way back to the backstage room, intent on just enjoying the rest of your quiet cuddle session.

You entered the room and noticed that Michael and Ashton had disappeared, leaving behind just Luke and Calum. As you were about to ask where the other two were you heard Luke say your name. You realized they had yet to notice your return with their backs to you.

“It’s just that she’s being extremely clingy and…I don’t know, it’s annoying.”

Your heart sank. Clingy?

“She misses you,” Calum replied.

“I know, I know. I guess I just want a little bit of space to breathe, you know?”

There was a brief pause before Calum decided to say anything and in that gap you managed to silently slink away.

Tears blurred your vision as you retraced your steps. His words were ones you never thought you’d hear leave his lips. And they hurt. Your fingers idly ran over the band on your left hand, slipping it off and sliding it into your pocket without thinking the action through.

If you’d waited around just a bit longer you would have heard the rest of their conversation…

You managed to steer clear of everyone up till it was time to leave the arena and head back to the hotel.

“Where’ve you been babe?” Luke’s concerned eyes immediately darted to you the moment you entered the room.

“Just left for some fresh air,” you shrugged walking over to stand with everyone who were all geared up to leave.

When Luke’s arm slid around your waist, you didn’t lean in to his side like you normally would have. However, you didn’t have much of a choice when he pulled you flush against him and kissed your temple.

“You alright?” he mumbled against your skin.

You nodded.


Though you were within the confines of the car, dazzling flashes and loud voices still managed to make their way in. You brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the onslaught of flickering lights.

When you finally got back to your hotel you made a beeline towards the en-suite.

“Woah, hold on a second,” he caught you before you could go anywhere.

His arms folded around your middle and he brought your back against his torso. You instantly stiffened, all of a sudden unsure of how to respond. His words replaying in your mind; messing with your psych.

He nuzzled your neck, leaving gentle kisses before placing one behind your ear, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

He spun you around to face you, eyes searching yours for the truth. You mustered what you thought was a convincing smile.

“I’m just a bit tired, probably still jetlagged.”

You knew he wasn’t satisfied with your answer, but he let you go nevertheless.

Once locked in the bathroom and away from his probing gaze you proceeded to take your sweet time in the shower; solely because you weren’t sure how to be around him now.

Interacting with Luke now felt awkward. You weren’t angry at him, you just didn’t want to suffocate him with your affection. But you didn’t know how. You relationship with Luke had always had a strong foundation in showing affection towards each other, so acting otherwise was foreign.

When you did finally emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in only a towel you were relieved to see that you were in the room alone. You slipped on one of his old t-shirts and made to get in bed, but just as you were about to climb in a voice startled you.

“Where’s your ring?”

You spun to see that you weren’t alone like you’d initially thought. Luke stepped in from off the balcony, striding towards you.

You glanced down at the line around your finger where your engagement ring had been. You hadn’t given it much thought after taking it off. You didn’t think he’d notice.

“My twitter’s blowing up. I’m seeing pictures of you with your ring off. The fans are asking what’s wrong. I didn’t even know weren’t wearing it,” you saw his eyes seek out your left hand and when he saw that the pictures had been true he asked, “Why did you take it off?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but you found the words just weren’t there. What would you say anyway?

He closed the distance between you, taking your hands in his.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you take off your ring?” though his voice was calm his eyes were frantic.

“I heard what you said to Calum backstage and I…I didn’t know that’s how you felt,” your eyes studied the carpet, refusing to meet his gaze.

His face scrunched in confusion for a moment before the realization hit, followed by guilt.

“Shit, you heard that?” he released a heavy sigh, “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”

Your silence was confirmation enough.

His fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “Hey, I’m an idiot and I say stupid things sometimes. I’m sorry you had to hear that, love, but I really wish you’d stayed around to hear what else I said,” he kissed the tip of your nose before continuing, “I love your clinginess. I love having you around me. I love your hugs and your kisses and how amazing you feel in my arms and every second you’re not with me I miss you and wish you were. I love you, you know that, right?” he implored.

You nodded. You’d never doubted his love.

“Good,” he let go of your hands to wrap his arms around you and draw you into him.

Your body melted into his embrace and you secured your arms around him. You remained wrapped up in each other for a little while longer before he spoke.

“Now please put your ring back on and don’t ever scare me like that again.”

You giggled into his shoulder, just happy to be wrapped up in the loving embrace of your future husband.