#preferecnes

[wellthatschaotic]

there is no such thing as bad music. like yeah it might be bad to you but if you loudly proclaim that [x] genre of music is Bad Music or [x] artist is Bad Music you are in fact an asshole

[hawaiidwt]

may I request: playing minecraft with dream and showing him cute mods? <3

ofc!! i dont exactly know what u mean by mods but i think like game mods hopefully so yeah here it is !!! <3

✿﹢﹐➜ Playing with dream ( showing cute mods together edition )

ok so i imagine like you kinda have always been a fan of like minecraft and HE didn't know until you said it on stream

so decided to surprise you on stream and play minecraft with u

istg this man will want to speed run minecraft with u but u wanna show him cute mod packs

he eventually agrees to play with u so decided to play different mod packs

the first one was an... among us...( he chose it obvi 😆)

and... lets just say it was chaotic for sure...

" y/nnn come on don't fucking vote me off "

" dream, i SAW u kill yellow in med-bay, keep quiet "

the next one was a mutli dog one ( the mod pack with different dog breeds )

ya'll tired to speedrun minecraft as dogs which was cool

laughed ur asses of cause <3

the last one was a sort of witch cottagecore mod pack.

it was fun at first, till yall met the head of witches.

overall, the experience was worth all of the time so yeah

hope this makes sense ! you can re-request if this isn't what u wanted !

[scriptedangel]

The one where Harry found and lost Y/n early.

a/n: as usual gif is not mine ++ this was loosely inspired by a tumblr post BUT i couldn't find the tumblr post to link it down here,, i do hope people enjoy reading this post :)

warning: grief? angst?

02.06.19

The world adores Harry Styles, incredibly talented singer and songwriter, amazing model and movie actor and just a wonderful human being in general. When the news about Harry getting married to the love of his life,Y/n, the world rejoice for the two. Although, let’s be honest, some fans’ dreamed were crushed as their favourite idol is getting married. Nevertheless everyone was happy. 

The fans not only adore Harry but unexpectedly they adore Y/n as well. It took quite a while before they realised that Y/n has always been very supportive of Harry and has always been very kind and sweet to his fans. 

Whenever they are spotted by fans during their dates, Harry would always look at Y/n for confirmation while Y/n just nodded her head and waited for Harry patiently, she even offers a hand to take picture of her boyfriend with his fans. She’ll take countless of pictures and videos for the fans. Anywhere. Anytime. 

Unfortunately, there was an incident when Harry was too focused talking to another fans when a rude fan came up and grabbed hold of Y/n’s hair. Her hair was roughly pulled before the rude fan slapped her across the face. Y/n was too stunned but she didn’t curse or even slap her back. She smiled and nodded her head while the security team rushed towards her. 

The security team told the fan to leave in a very equally rude way but Y/n saw this and sighed. She put a hand on the security’s arm and whispered to him to just let it go while she was ushered back to the van. 

This did not stop Y/n from being kind to Harry’s fans, really it did not. Whenever she was in his concert, she would try her best to make everyone feels welcome. When she turned back and saw one fan, her face was all red and her hair was sticking to her face as she was sweating. She realised that the fan was being uncomfortable so she quickly hurried and took a new bottle of water close to the stage and approached her.

The fan’s eyes turned wide opened being approached by her idol’s girlfriend. She coughed loudly and Y/n smiled sweetly and handed her the bottle. The fan saw this and her lips parted in shock, she shook her head slightly and smiled in return and said, “Thank you.”

Sometimes when fans noticed her in the concert, they would call out for her name. If she was lucky she could sneak through the security and quickly have a chat with them. While most of times, fans would just politely asked her to pass some notes to Harry. Y/n would nod in a friendly manner and express her gratitude that Harry is sure he would give. At the end of the chat she would always give her promise to the fans and up till now she never ever broke one of her promises. 

If she wasn't lucky and the security might be too tight, she would always smile sadly and mouthed her apology in return. Fans however still love and adore her knowing that Y/n is an absolute sweetheart. 

It’s proven by how Harry would always tweet something related to the notes he received that day or how he would talk and even message the fans privately the next day. It happens more than once or twice and fans started realising that Y/n truly is an angel and Harry couldn't be luckier to have Y/n by his side. 

//

Harry was one of the lucky people that found his love at a very early age. He got married to Y/n, his person at the age of 28. Truly it was one of his happiest days in his life when he kissed Y/n in front of his loved ones as his bride.

Another moment that could top his happiest day would be right now. It would be this event that Y/n had prepared for him. Y/n had tried to cook his favourite meal, sushi. It was rather hard and Y/n is a terrible cook but she did try her best and Harry loved it.

After Y/n prepared their dinner, she quickly poured Harry a glass of red wine. Y/n had read somewhere that red wine symbolises happiness and transformation. 

Harry laughed heartedly when he saw Y/n staggering with a both hands occupied, a glass of red on her right hand and a glass of water on her left hand and a bowl of freshly cuts kiwi as the centre of her arm.

He was quick on his feet and offered his hand by taking both glasses on his hands, Y/n smiled and mumbled a small, “Thank you.”

When the both of them sat down on their couch, Harry quickly raised his eyebrow, Ar’ you not drinkin?” He tilted his head as he turned to look at Y/n.

Y/n’s ears turned red and Harry knew it was one of the signs, she was being shy. Y/n’s lips twitch into a small smile before she shook her head and took something out from her pocket.

Harry looked down at what she was handing him, it was a pregnancy test. He flipped it around and saw two bright red stripes appeared. He looked back at his wife, wide eyes waiting in anticipation for his reaction. 

He looked back down at the test and let out a howl, “Love?” His voice full of surprise and eyes full of delight, “M’gonna be a father?” His grin was wide and it melted Y/n’s heart.

Y/n hummed happily and Harry really couldn't think of any other words even if he’s a billboard record holding song writer. Harry could only swooped her up in his arm and kissed her cheek loudly. “M’so happy.” As he muttered these words against her cheeks. 

His hand softly trailing on her belly and he bended down to her stomach level and gave them a kiss. Y/n giggled as it tickled her and Harry laughed. He quickly peck her lips and mumbled against them, “Love yeh both.”

Y/n quickly turned her head and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, “We love you too.”

//

The first time Y/n was talking in her sleep, Harry was utterly confused. They were bundled up under a thick blanket, when Y/n started squirming. Harry woke up and looked down at her sleepily. 

“Sleep, Love.” His voice deep and raspy.

Y/n knuckled her eyes and quietly say, “I’m a Ravenclaw.” Her eyes still shut close but her lips widened forming a huge grin. 

Harry opened his eyes widely thinking that Y/n couldn't sleep and she was awake but when he looked down to the girl around his arms, eyes still fully closed, he was confused.

“Ravenclaw?” He asked while looking down at his girl. He felt his girl nodding her head around his chest and Harry’s heart squeezed at how precious his girlfriend is. 

She’s talking in her sleep and that moment Harry realised that he was absolutely whipped for this girl. 

“How’re you so sure?” He asked, amused. 

Her eyebrows furrowed lightly and her lips jutted out softly, “I was sorted.” Harry chuckled softly and continued asking, “Sorted?”  

This time Y/n hummed and whispered, “Pottermore.” With that Harry remembered how she was gushing about the quiz made by one of her favourite authors, J.K. Rowling. 

Harry smiled and kissed her forehead and she smiled sleepily and nuzzled closer to him. Harry is truly, madly, deeply in love with her.

//

After Y/n’s surprise dinner. Harry’s stomach was constantly backflipping every now and then. Harry was too happy that he couldn't sleep. Y/n on the other hand was drained. After a day out with her friends and preparing her surprise for Harry, she was absolutely worn out.  

Harry looked down at his angel, eyes fluttered close and her cheeks mushed against his chest, his heart skipped a beat and it’s just impossible for him not to fall for her even harder. 

He remembered the first time he fell for her. She was reading a book when she squealed and her eyes lit up at certain part of the book. He remembered that she’s insanely bright and knowledgable. A bit quirky and dorky but absolutely intelligent. 

Y/n tightened his hold around Harry and she was mumbling something, Harry smiled knowing this is one of signs of her going to sleep talk. This time Y/n’s eyes flutters open and Harry could only smile back at her. 

“You okay?” His voice was soft and tender and Y/n couldn't help but smile at her husband and nodded her head. 

“I dreamt about something,” her voice was thick and heavy with sleep. 

“Bout something, huh?” He teased her softly while squeezing her hips. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully before Harry continued, “Wha’ did you dream about?”

“That I was a yellow butterfly.” Her voice was dreamy and she said it with a small smile. 

It was no secret that Y/n adores butterflies. She once did a research about butterfly and from that moment she fell in love with butterflies.  There was even one moment when they were dating and Harry could never forget this moment. 

“Harry Edward Styles, I love you.” She said it loud and clear with smile lingering on her face. Harry was too starstruck and in love that he couldn't say anything even with his mouth hanging open.

Harry just leaned closer and put both of his arms around her waist and smeared their lips together, “I love you so much more.” He mumbled against her lips and connected them together. 

As much as Harry wanted to continue this forever, he had to pull away and took a breather. Y/n’s dreamy smile was still plastered and Harry was 100% sure he would do anything just to keep that smile on her face.

Harry was still smiling when he asked, “What else did you wanna say to me, Love?” He asked her, recalling that she had mentioned two things that she wished to tell him. 

Y/n just giggled before pulling his t-shirt closer to her and she tip-toed and whispered to his cheeks, “I wanna be a yellow butterfly...” As soon as those words left her lips, he hugged her close and smiled. 

“You can always be my yellow butterfly.” He whispered back to Y/n which made her laugh loudly in return and as cliche as it sounds, it sounds like music to his ear. 

“Butterfly, eh?” He teased her again as he was reminded about their first confession. She pouted softly and pinched his arm lightly before he laughed and said, “You’re always my yellow butterfly, Love.”

Harry saw his wife pinched eyebrows before continuing, “They’re really pretty and you’re really pretty too.” He flirted playfully with a small while nudging her with his shoulder. 

She rolled her eyes playfully at her husband antique but she couldn't hide the small smile the crept in and closed her eyes in content. “Their lives are pretty sad though,” she let out a deep breath. 

Harry hummed in response waiting for her to continue. 

“They struggled for so long as eggs, larva, pupa then became a butterfly,” This time her eyes were still closed and she her grip on to Harry tighter. 

“Continue, m’love.” He whispered as he rubbed small circles on her exposed arms. 

“Then they die after two weeks or less.” She sighed before looking up to him. Harry smiled softly at her glossy eyes. 

“But they helped the world become a better place to live in.” He continued before kissing her cheeks softly and she sniffled, “You’re right.”

Harry chuckled softly before pressing his lips on top of her crown head and nuzzled closer towards her neck, her back against him. “Rest well, m’love.” 

Y/n sighed in content and grabbed his arm around her and hold it close towards her chest. They both fell asleep against each other with a smile on their faces.

//

Little did they know, Y/n was indeed just like a butterfly. Her life was cut short when she gave birth to her precious daughter. It wasn't clear how did it happen but the doctors and nurses were saying about severe blood loss. Indeed it was a life for a life.

When Harry heard the news that his daughter is safe and healthy his heart was relieved and overflowed with joy. It was when he saw the doctor’s forced smile his heart stuttered. 

“Your wife did not make it.” The doctor said it. There he said it. As soon as those words were uttered by the doctor. His heart was ripped apart, left shattered. His guts clenched in ways that he never knew could. 

It felt like air cut out his throat and he couldn't breathe as it hurts so bad. His knees dropped on the floor, not knowing what to do. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, how could he do that when his other half was forever gone and lost?

He just couldn’t believe what happened. His mother was quick beside him and cradled him closer just like how she did when her son was younger. Harry shook his head in denial and Anne was just there wrapping her warm arms around her son with silent tears falling down for her lost daughter-in-law.

Harry was trembling and shaking, he was angry to the point that his whole body was thrashing around the hospital floor. The whole scene was just too unbearable that everyone’s heart broke at an instant when Harry let out a loud sob.

When the news was broadcasted and the whole world knew about Harry’s loss. Everyone weeped and grieved together with Harry. When every started moving on, Harry couldn’t. He broke whenever he saw things that reminded him of Y/n. Thus his sister took care of their daughter at that moment. 

The world truly see how broken and loss Harry was, it was not a doubt that Y/n truly meant everything to him.Harry took a break from the public eye by disappearing and spending more time back at his home. It was too painful for him to step inside their house as Y/n’s scent was still strong and he would just break down right there and then.

He started drinking twice his liquor and then thrice. He didn't know what exactly drive him back to go back to their house. But that night he did. 

He stepped in to their house that felt familiar yet oddly strange. The warmth was replaced by the musky air and dust. His footsteps were heavy as he had to physically drag himself towards their shared room. He could faintly smell her perfume. 

He stopped as soon as his eyes reached his own reflection at Y/n’s make up desk. His hair tousled in every directions, his eyes were rimmed red and deep black bags under his eyes, his shoulders drooped slightly and he’s barely breathing, he felt barely alive. 

His tired eyes traveled down to his rumpled and dirty clothes but his eyes landed on a piece of letter. He felt his eyes welled up with tears and his heart throbbed painfully and his throat clogged up as soon as he saw the familiar handwriting of his dead wife.

Haz :)

He took the letter with trembling hands and opened the letter and the first tear rolled down, with shaky breath, he closed his eyes trying to compose himself and started reading the letter.

Hi!

Gosh this is so awkward, I don’t even know why I’m writing this letter to you when you are here laying beside me in deep sleep and quite frankly snoring loudly enough to wake the whole neighbourhood but I’ve come to tolerate the noise enough. 

Harry’s lips cracked into a small smile knowing how Y/n had always complained him snoring loudly. 

I can’t believe we’re gonna be parents soon. It felt just like yesterday that you were begging for one... You had no idea how my heart leapt twice, you know twice. First when I looked at the result after I peed on the pregnancy test,  second when I had to go to the doctor for a clear confirmation. 

Anyway, enough about that. I just wanna say that I’m scared. Tomorrow is our due date, if you don't remember. 

I’m scared that I won't be a good mother enough for our child BUT I do believe that we have great teamwork. One thing I know for sure is that I’m grateful that my child would have a father like you. 

Someone she could look up to and someone who could give assurance and comfort. I mean you take good care of me and I couldn't possibly say enough thank you in my life time for that. Nonetheless thank you, Haz.

If you ever doubted yourself for being a bad father just come and take a look of this letter. Somehow, I feel like you’ll need some assurance, I mean, who doesn't right? 

You’ll be fine, you’ll be the best dad in the whole wide world, or grandma, who knows? (Please get my Ant-man reference there, writing this down just incase you don't.)

Scratch that, you are amazing through and through.

I love you. I adore you. I appreciate you.

All the love, Y/n. x

Did I just copy you there? I just did ;) 

As soon as he finished reading, he turned the paper around hoping to see something else. It couldn't be just a letter, Harry needed her. How could he be father when Y/n wasn't the mother?

Yet, he smiled for the first time in a while. Y/n had always been able to make her smile without her even trying. Clearly she could even when she was already away. 

He cried once again and again but this time every tears that dropped felt like a burden was lifted. After hours and hours of crying, he felt like his broken heart was slowly mended. 

Although Y/n was already gone, she never truly left. 

Y/n would always be around. Whenever he walked through this road, he would always remember Y/n’s laughter and jokes. Whenever he walked through his favourite bakery, he would always remember Y/n giggling about the frostings. Anywhere he goes, there would be traces of Y/n here and there. 

He even got a daily reminder or a small miniature of Y/n, his very own daughter. The way his daughter would always pet the dog every time she meets one. The way his daughter’s eyes lit up with joy and hands moving animatedly whenever she talks something she’s passionate about. The way his daughter would have conversation with him even if she’s asleep. 

Harry promised Y/n to be the best parent their daughter could ever wished for. He promised to take care of his daughter and raise her with all the love he could offer and that his daughter will always remember that her mother was a real life angel.

Just like his wife, Harry never breaks his promises.

//

Five years later...

They were having picnic in their backyard. The sun was up and bright. They both prepared peanut butter jelly, two glasses of lemonade and kiwi ice-cream for dessert. 

Harry is on his back and a small smile painted on his face with his daughter’s head on his lap. “Daddy, tell me more about Mummy.” His daughter rolled out and sat up straight with an excited smile.

Harry sat up, following her movement and smiled softly and his daughter. “Yer mom likes talking in her sleep.” He whispered as if he was telling her a secret.

His daughter giggled softly, “Me too.” 

Harry chuckled and shook his head, “You too.”

“What did she say?” Her toothy grin came up with her hands covering her giggly smile. 

Harry pursed his lips, pretending he was thinking hard. “C’mon, tell me.” His daughter jumped up and rubbed her both hands, pleading for him to tell more. “Please...”

Harry laughed at her being this cute, “She wanted to be a yellow butterfly.”

“Yellow butterfly?” She asked with her hands tilted quizzically. Harry smiled and nodded his head in confirmation. “I wanna be a yellow butterfly too.” She said and Harry was just grinning. 

As soon as she plopped down, “Daddy, I love you.” She declared and hugged his father tight. In an instant, Harry’s arms went around the small figure girl. 

“I love you too, Button.” He whispered and kissed her cheek. When they pulled apart, his daughter’s eyes lit up and her mouth was wide opened. Harry raised his eyebrow questioning her. 

“Mummy’s here.” She pointed the small yellow butterfly perched on his right knuckles. Harry looked down to where she’s pointing and his eyes slightly watered before he took a deep breath and smiled. A small tear rolled down and his heart squeezed lightly. 

“Mummy’s always here.” He raised his right knuckle and transferred the yellow butterfly on top of her shoulder. He used his index finger, pointing where her heart is. “She’s always here.” 

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so, this is my third writing post :)

i’m sorry for all the grammatical mistakes,, i’ll try to edit them soon

feedbacks are always appreciated :)

on the side note though i really wish people give more chances and appreciate single parents more!! really they deserve equal respect as other parents do too.

anyway, have a lovely day ahead. x

[imagining-five-sauce]

request; can you do a text request where Calum and y/n spend the night together then he sneaks out before her parents wake up but leaves a note or something telling y/n he loves her for the first time? thank you

this has been in my drafts since forever ago and i just now noticed.. how??

[kinkycaloom]

Living with Calum would include...

- dance offs in the kitchen

- trying to get him out of bed but him just groaning the whole time

- lots of doggo walks

- “Calum, are you wearing my socks?” “No...”

- trying to cook together but he really doesn’t do anything but watch

- family cUDDLES 24/7

- “Missed you.” “I just went to the bathroom, Cal.”

- staying up until like 3 am and finding EVERYTHING funny

- “What’s funny?” “I don’t know.” “You need to go to bed.”

- sex in every room of the house

- “Wanna christen the place again?”

- having Sunday dinners with the boys at your place

- playing video games together every now and again

- he would rarely let you win

- listening to him play the bass/guitar/singing all the time

- showering together often he’d always wash your hair fight me

- when you’re not he’s in the bathroom getting ready while you’re in the shower or vise versa and you’re yelling at one another about the mirror fogging up but “this wouldn’t be a problem if you would’ve just waited on me”

- making fun of each other when you’re brushing your teeth together

- always touching or being near each other

- him always leaving you some of your favorite snacks so you won’t get upset that he ate it all

- him always being the first thing you see in the morning

- when he would actually get up before you he’d wake you up in the cutest ways possible

- always fighting over who gets the bathroom first in the morning

[5sosalh]

200 Days

With a “I’m Done, Y/N” He walks away and I fall apart, how do I do this? Live Without him? No matter what I have it’s not enough, not without him. He is- he was everything I ever pictured in a boyfriend, with that thought I fall to the floor with my heart breaking. Why did he do this to me? Another girl? The Tour? I cry harder, I thought he knew I would follow him anywhere.. my phone rings with Luke’s name on the screen. ‘Great’ I think to myself, why would one of his best friends be calling me right now. “Hello?” I say as I try to breathe. “Y/N, You got the job! Pack your bags. You’re coming on tour with us. as our tour photographer!” Luke almost yells into the phone. There goes the little composure I have. What kind of sick joke is this? “Y/N” Luke asks. I haven’t actually answered him. I whisper out a “that’s great.” And I hang up the phone. I fall into his side of the bed. What am I going to do? It’s 200 days on tour with them. With Him. 200 days of seeing his face, 200 days of seen him move on, and 200 days of seeing him happy with other girls but when will I ever get this chance again? to tour with one of the top bands in the world? My head is telling me to do this but my heart can’t bear the thought of seeing him without being in his arms, without being the reason his smile- those ones the would light up the world. And most of all, not hearing another ‘I love you’ fall from his lips for me.

[barakat-blvd]

Hey look at that I'm famous.

Some of you may know that I've been taking a little break from this blog, but coming I've realized I hit a major follower goal of mine. Due to this, if this lil post right here gets at LEAST 15 notes by 3pm PST which is 7 hours from now, I'll do blog rates, ships, other stuff.

Thanks guys.

If this doesn't get any notes, than please excuse me while I cry myself to sleep.

[pickle-de-packle]

Supernatural Masterlist

* stands for smut 

If something isn’t working direct message me 

~Dean Winchester~

~Sam Winchester~

~Castiel~

*Castiel x Female Reader (smut)

~Crowley~

~Lucifer~

~John Winchester~

~Death~

~Gabriel~

~Kevin~

~Preferecnes/Scenarios~

[topfics]

Masterlist

GUIDELINES

Tyler:

Surprise

The Fall

Push Through

Meltdown

Yesterday , Epilogue

The Way We Were

Knight

When She Was Mine

Part 1

Part 2

Josh:

his gf breaks up with him (tay)

bubble bath (tay)

fluffy night in (tay)

breaks something and scares you (tay)

Change

Intimacy

The Proposal

Headcanons

Holiday Things with TyJo and Jishwa

Fall Dates with TyJo and Jishwa

Spring Break College!AU

Tyler

Harry Styles

Two Ghosts

If I Could Fly

Too Good At Goodbyes , I’m Not The Only One , Stay With Me

[dr0wning-in-hell]

His Mistake - Michael Clifford

summary : Michael breaks up with reader because of ‘stuff’ going on in his life.

word count : 608

warnings : break-up, angst, sadness,

pairing/characters : Michael clifford x reader,

prompt : no prompt

A/N : my boyfriend broke up with me so in need of some relief, why not write some angst?

master list | requests | prompt list | my wattpad

Y/N never thought it would come to this, to her breaking point, to his breaking point. She wasn’t just sad, she was surprised that he was doing this to her.

They had been together since high school, since before the band formed. Back then, it was alright, they were happy, and then he started travelling, leaving and meeting new girls. At  first she was okay, but then he started pushing her away, stopped talking to her. That’s when she knew something was wrong. It wasn’t until now when she was finally told what he had done.

She could still hear his voice telling her what he had done.

“They were just there, and I was drunk and horny. They were hot, they were drunk and horny too, and it kind of just... went fro there.” He didn’t even seem to regret it, not one bit. Little did Y/N know he regretted every last one of those hookups. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I am. I just...” He groaned. “I have to get my life back together, I have to fix my mistakes before anything else.”

By now her heart was sped up and her breathing was shallow, quick breathes. Her earth had just come crashing down around her. Not only had he heated on her, but there were other things that he had done. Things he was not going to tell her.

Wiping her mascara stained tears from her red cheeks, she sniffled. Seeing her like this broke him, tore him apart on the insides. He took in a shaky breathe, trying to steady himself.

“So, this is it? This is how we break up?” Y/N’s voice trembled, her bottom lip quivering.

Michael could still remember how she tried not to sound mad, upset. Her voice would crack and her lips would tremble. Every time he thought about how broken she looked, his heart would clench in a painful manor.

The tall, pale boy shook his head. “No, just think of it as a little break.” Y/N laughed dryly at his stupid words.

“There is no such thing as a ‘little break’. There is only a break up. Nothing else.” Her usually bright, Y/E/C eyes were now dark and full of different emotions.

“I’m trying to make this easy.” He mumbled, running his hands down his face.

“Then let me make it easy for you, Clifford. You get your life back together, fix whatever needs to be fixed, but don’t come crawling back to me.” With that, the crying, broken, girl collected her things and began to walk out of his apartment.

A call of her name made her turn around. “I’ll still love you, you know?”

She shook her head, more black tears falling down her face. “If you still loved me, you wouldn’t be letting me walk out this door.”

With that the two went their separate ways.

Y/N moved in with a friend, met new people, lived a semi-normal life with a broken heart that was slowly being repaired. And Michael? Michael lived a sad, lonely life. Drinking at bars and hooking up with anyone he laid eyes on. No one could ever be Y/N, she was he one he wanted, and he made a mistake by letting her walk out that damn door that night.

He made an awful mistake.

[lexx-mlem-tumblerer]

when making this chart i had to make rules for a few catagories Bi- when i put a character in bi they had to show relitive equal interest in girls and boys if they obviously had a preference i put them under gay lesbian bi or straight i would have added homoflexible heteroflexible and leboflexible but that would have added a headache Trans,nonbinary,and hermaphidites- i was crossed wether this should be unter how a character identifies themself or how their physical character istics, i wen't with physical characteristics to make it eiser on me lets go down the list ASEXUAL William- no sexual attraction since he died El Chip- he is a loner and is ok with not dating Helpy- trying to like himself before he likes someone else AND he loves platonic realationships thats his sexuality n^ Tomas- thinkgs a mate is a waste of time Tangle- hes to nieve The Freddles- thinks dating is ickey P BB- no Theadore: he loves platonic realationships thats his sexuality BI SEXUAL Foxy- has shown intrest in girls and boys and has been flirtatous with girls and boys Lolbit- use to be the same as N Fredbear but she has cooled down still likes both tho Baby- loves boys and girls plain and simple Ft Freddy: Power Bi and he will flirt with anyone he dose not care mr steal yo man is here Mangle- has shown interest in boys and girls like foxy she flirts and hangs out with them to this day Redbear: loves virgil and the puppet Virgil- loves willow, lefty, and fredrick the same so yea N Fredbear: horndog alert he will fuck andything and everyone Victor- depends on his mood Orville- has too much love for everything to choose so he loves both equal DeeDee: she plays for both teams and she plays to win Phone Dude (mitch)- has had multiple girlfriends even tho he settled down with kris he still has a attraction to girls and won't pass up an opertinity to wolf whisle a girl F Fredbear- shows attraction to all genders LESBIAN: F Chica- she likes girls and boys but she dose have a preference with ballora Toy Chica- dosen't like dudes has an obious prefernce for tuna Tiffany- fredrick but a bad taste for men in her mouth and willow stayed her stable support system so lesbian Ballora- shown a prefrence with baby and f chica f foxy almost broke this but it wasn't enough to completely sway her to bi since roxanne is a definite deal breaker P chica&Mangle- just lesbian Lucy&ChiChi: have never shown an interest in men and are in a happy relationship GAY: Freddy- loves guys full and through since he can't really bare to date a girl after willow... F Foxy- the gayest of the gays he is so fucking gay gay gay gay gay gay as hell P Foxy- since hes possesed by terrance he carried terrances sexuality witch is gay Goldie&F Bonnie- dose like girls a bit but prefers boys since in his opionon they are eiser to talk to Lefty- likes boys and is able to look at a girl and say "shes pretty" and keep his preferance Springtrap- idenifies as male and loves guys so gay Paper pals: are in a polymorphic relationship and they all idenify as dudes even tho they are nonbinary Kris- gay STRAIGHT (suprising) Bonnie- did like boys in the past but over time he has lost his sexual attraction to boys Puppet- likes guys but can phathom the idea of dating a girl Pigpatch&Happy Frog- like the oppasite sex Chica- has never has sexual attractions to a girl she has thought girls are prettyu but she has had her sights on boys from the start Plushtrap- goes by she her pronouns and likes guys Nightmaronne&Nightmare: like the oppasite sex PANSEXUAL Molten- they just want someone to love them it dosen't matter the gender just hates being alone Nedbear- too much love just gives out love would give love to a fricking rick Willow- she dosen't have a preferecne she just loves P Freddy- hes too childish to have a preference to him gender is a moot point Mr Hippo- dosen't care just wants someone who will be nice to him Henry- dosen't care as long as its breathing and nice Niki; can shift her gender so shes not straight or gay and since she dosen't care about gender shes pan

TRANS Fchica- has man parts Springtrap- has woman partt NON BINARY Theadore&Plushtrap- she is a plushie so she dosen't have genitals Paperpals- their paper dolls... Trash and the gang- their all trash The Rubbish roulette- their all rubbish HERMAPHIDITE DeeDee- since she was made with spare parts from bb and jj their bits got mixed Niki- can shift her gender from male to femals Molten: he was made from scraps from all the animatronics so things got mixed Lefty- a fusion of a girl and a boy

[mgcvevo-blog1]

text au : when you're tired of luke putting his music before you

[xtodorcki]

“The Dancer”

Ship: Calum x Reader

Summary: You and Calum have only been dating for a short period of time, still getting to know each other. What he doesn’t know is, you’re a dancer.. until Sierra posts a video online.

Word Count: 1109

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You and Calum have only been dating for around six months, it’s been a fast six months but you didn’t mind the crazy adventure you and Calum had shared together. You two were still technically in the honeymoon phase, always wanting to be around each other, him always taking you out on cute dates and nonstop texting if you two end up apart for a short period of time.

You tried your best to be close with the guys and their girlfriends as well, Sierra was the only one you knew before even dating Calum and she was the reason you even met him. You two were pretty close and always went to the studio to dance but since you started dating him, you two haven’t been as often as you used to.

But today, Calum and the band were away working on a music video and you took this opportunity to ask Sierra if she wanted to go to the studio. You, of course, never told Calum about dancing only because it never got brought up or you never really felt the need to talk about it especially when you haven’t been in months almost.

Once you were ready and waiting on her to pick you up, Calum had called to FaceTime you and you didn’t hesitate to answer to see your boyfriend’s face. When he poppped up on the screen, seeing you, Calum smiled instantly.

“Hey, darling.” He adjusted his sunglasses, staring down at you through his phone.

“Hey, I’m going to leave soon so I don’t have much time to talk. What are you doing? Are you done shooting?” You leaned back against the couch, almost huffing and watched your boyfriend walk around wherever he was with his earbuds stuffed in his ears.

“Uh, yea we’re about done and I should be stopping by your place in two hours or so with dinner. Where are you going?”

“Sierra and I are going to hang out for a bit but I’ll be home by the time you come.” You ran your fingers through your hair, watching him and instantly started to miss him already even he had been gone all day.

You knew what you signed for obviously and you didn’t mine the whole, him being gone and going off to do shoots and all with his band but you did miss being able to hug onto him and kiss his chubby cheeks.

You snapped out of your thoughts, hearing the door knock and you stood up while holding onto your phone. You grabbed everything you needed and opened it up to see Sierra.

“Hey Calum, Sierra is here so I have to go. I’ll see you in a few hours.” You looked down to see him nodding his head and he quickly blew a kiss into the phone.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

And with that, he hung up.

“Are you ready?” Sierra asked as you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you while slinging your small duffle bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, of course.”

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The drive there didn’t take long but the LA traffic was always crazy and made drives longer than what they needed to be.

When you stepped inside the empty studio, you felt a bunch of memories flood back into your head and remembered all the times you were always in here late at night or early in the morning dancing by yourself or with a bunch of girls from your classes. Dancing has always made you feel at peace and happy but it made you upset how you just easily stopped going as much. Maybe it’s because Calum filled that gap that you needed.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sierra randomly asked, watching you set down your things and pulled out your water bottle.

“Yea, just sucks that I stopped going. Just been so caught up-“ Sierra nodded, cutting me off.

“In Calum? Yea, it was like that the first few months when I started dating Luke. It happens but you always bounce right back, trust me but let’s forget about that now and see if you still got it.” She said sarcastically, walking over to the radio and plugging her phone in.

“Let’s do a old routine first, I’ll watch you.” You glanced over at her and nodded, waiting for her to play the song.

You shook your hands, easing the nerves and once the music started, instantly you felt like nobody else was in the room but you. You started to do the old routine you were taught a few months back with Sierra and the class we did, it was like your mind went black and your body did everything. You didn’t forget a step and you soon forgot Sierra was even there, happily recording you and moving her head to the music.

It wasn’t until the music stopped and you glanced over at Sierra when she started to clap, hearing it echo in the room.

“And this is why you should be coming to dance more often, you’re amazing and didn’t even miss a single step.” She smiled at you, continuing to clap happily and you sipped on your water trying to catch your breath.

“Lets do a few more and then we can go.”

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You walked up to your apartment, your legs killing you and your hair up in a messy ponytail from sweating so much. You jiggled your keys, unlocking the door and kicking it open before setting everything aside. The smell of food hitting your nose and you remembered that Calum was coming today.

“Calum?”

You shut the door and set everything down before seeing your boyfriend walk out the kitchen and you instantly wrap your arms around him in a tight hug.

“I see that you missed me a lot.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and when you pulled back, you were quick to press a few kisses on his lips before eventually letting go.

“Why wouldn’t I miss you?” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead and turning back to walk into the kitchen.

“Oh! I saw Sierra’s video on Instagram, why didn’t you tell me you’re a professional dancer?” His brown eyes turned to look at yours while your cheeks started to turn a light shade of red.

“I don’t know, it just never slipped up. I never kept it from you on purpose.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest.

“Well- can I now get private dances?” He mumbled and you playfully hit his arm, hearing him laugh uncontrollably.

“Maybe, if I feel like it.”

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[imagining-five-sauce]

request; Calum playfully hates you and they are dating? Could you do that!! Thx😇 i wasn't sure how exactly to make this request so this is what i came up with. i hope it's okay! 🙃

[remember-that-one-blog]

“I needed you, at least I thought I did. I thought you needed me too, but you didn’t. Once I saw that it was easier to let you go. I missed you so much. I was an addict and you were my drug. You were supposed to be it for me, but that was a lie. It was all a lie. Now, I know better. Thank you for that. Thank you for being the man you were. Thank you for lying to me, for making me believe the hollow promises and the meaningless words. Thank you for the hateful, harmful words you said. The ones that left scars, the ones that almost broke me. They made me who I am now. Now, I know who I am. I am a woman you will never have. A woman who will never be dragged down by you again. I am not yours anymore. For that I thank you.”

- excerpt from a book I’ll never write.