chilling with the lads

y’all know whats fucked? star’s hit rock bottom. Not literally, but emotionally. Yeah, she has a family, and a home, and safety, but she lost her spellbook, magic tutor, half her wand and now (feels like) she lost her best friend/crush/someone extremely close. Star’s hit a low, and the svtfoe crew did a fantastic job making it absolutely chilling…

…by putting a smile on her face

RFA HEADCANONS: They Get Jealous~

(It’s almost midnight, what am I doing with my life. ANYWAYS. It would be so great if someone would request something *hint hint* *wink wonk* because it’s hard trying to be creative. Lel.)


RFA~ they get jealous. V+Saeran included.



Yoosung has always been a more jealous type. Literally, if he even sees you talking to anyone other than him, he can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

So, he would go to the restroom for a brief few seconds, and when he gets back..

You’re. Talking. To. Another. Guy??

Now, he didn’t know that this ‘other guy’ was a cousin you haven’t seen in a while.

His stomach goes in knots, and he balls up his fists, wanting nothing more than to go push the guy away from you.

Sadly, he is probably too shy to just walk up there, but for a few moments, he tries to gather up his courage to go take you back.

When he realizes he’s just too nervous, he starts to think that he lost you, and starts tearing up a bit.

At this point, you’d be like “damn boi, how long it take to pee?” And start to look around..well, o shit, your cute blondie is just standing all the way back there.

“Yoosung? Come over here! I’d like you to meet my cousin…wait, are you crying?”

“Wha- cousin?! Oh..! Uhm..I- I wasn’t crying..!! I yawned! Aha. Hi. Nice to meet you, (C/N)..!”



Uhm. Who are you talking to?

He is pissed off when he see’s you talking to one of his better looking security guards.


He’s probably gonna start getting really touchy on you, (kink) and grip you by the waist h a r d.

Casually starts questioning the security guard as to wHY WAS HE TALKING TO YOU?

you’d get really embarrassed, and tell jumin to stop making a scene, buT HE IS JUST “NO” NO ONE ELSE CAN LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT?

Straight out fires the guy. Oops.

“Jumin, what the hell?! Why would you fire him? He wasn’t trying to steal me away! I love you, and only you.”

“…Hm. I don’t like people eyeing you like that. That’s for me to do, no one else. ..(Y/N) know I love you. I only want what’s best for you.”



You two will be at one of Zen’s musicals, just enjoying the show..wheN THIS IDIOT JUST DECIDES TO START FLIRTING WITH YOU???

You try to tell the guy, you don’t swing that way?? But he doesn’t listen??

Jaehee goes into extreme jealous woman mode, and actually lashes out on the guy.

“She said she doesn’t go that way. Do you not get what she meant? Are you that idiotic? Do I seriously have to show you who she BELONGS to?”

Will casually start making out with you right then and there.

The guy will scoff and walk off, giving Jaehee the middle finger.

Jaehee awkwardly pulls away, refusing to make eye contact. She’ll probably start nervously running her hand though her hair.

She apologizes??

Nono, sweetie. No need to apologize. You’re a d o r a b l e.

You both end up leaving the theater, just so you can cuddle the rest of the night in peace.

“Jaehee, it’s fine. If anything, I thought it was, come here and love me, baby girl~”

Will high key melt at being called baby girl.

“I’m glad that you could just put the situation behind you so quickly..but, I’m warning you. Next time, I may not be so calm. You’re mine, (Y/N).”



Everywhere you went you seemed to get hit on in one way or another. Normally, Zen would brush it off, knowing that you only had eyes for him.

But oh.

One day. ONE DAY. He’s just had enough.

“Hey, cutie~ I lost my number, mind if I-”

“Yeah, she does mind, actually. Back. Off.”

He would roll his sleeves up, intimidating the guy with his muscles.

“Woah, chill. I was just being nice to the lad-”

“well, that lady happens to be taken. Now, if you ever so kindly..back the hell off, that would be great.”




He’s already a big fan on Pda, but ohhh, it’s gonna increase.

You practically can’t be farther than 5 inches away from him from then on.

“Zen, you know you’re the only one I see..”

“I know, Princess. I’m sorry, it’s just becoming so frequent..I want people to know not to mess with you.”



You two will be joking around, and then you’ll probably trip into someone. (Klutz.)

They’ll help you up, and give you a cheeky smile.


They’ll pull some lame pick up line, like “oh, you fell for me kdkfkfk ha.”


B A C K O F F M Y W I F E???

His normally cheerful attitude is gonna change real quick.

He will get really serious, and pull you closer to him, making sure you aren’t hurt from falling, first. (Or diseased from the guy.)

High key starts sassing the guy.

Starts to laugh, and gives the guy a lil chest bump thing, as they 'make up’

Yeah, well. Seven stole his wallet out of his pocket.

That guy just lost everything, lol.

His money, his ID card, his credit card, business cards.


“Well, you got over that fast. I’m impressed.”

“Heh. Babe, look what I got!”

“IS THAT HIS- oh my god. You’re evil. I love it.”



He’s so gentle, he just stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight on a different foot, waiting for you to hurry up.

You were at an art museum, and this guy came up to you, trying to show you the “best art works” there. He started cracking jokes, and yOU WERE LAUGHING AT THEM?

you didn’t know it was bothering V so much, but he was literally starting to tear up?

He wanted to step in, but if you were having fun, and you were happy.. He would stand it.

He actually felt his heart sink when the guy gave you his email address.

“Yeah, email me sometime. I can teach you a lot more!”

You sighed the moment the guy left, and crumpled up the paper, tossing it in the trash.

“What a waste. I didn’t want to be rude, but God..he was showing the worst pi- V? What’s wrong?”

“Oh..Nothing. Don’t worry about me. Shall we go over here?”



Saeran: (Mild spoiler?? Maybe??)

Literally doesn’t like you talking to anyone.


He’s not the kind of guy that is like “oh, you can’t do this, you can’t do that.” But it’s easy to get him jealous.

In fact, he got jealous of his own brother.


“Yeah? Well if you like his jokes so much, why don’t you just date him instead?!”

Ends up getting in a huge fight with Saeyoung.

Low key starts trying to crack jokes (and fails) to keep up with his brother.

He starts getting so frustrated, thinking he was never going to be as good as his brother. That you would leave him for Saeyoung.

Poor smol bean. You had to reassure him that he was the only Choi for fact, he was the only one at all for you.

“Saeran. You know that I love you, right?”



“… you too, I guess..”

“YOU GUESS? IS OUR LOVE IN QUESTION.” (He freaks out a bit when you say this, lel)

“Wha- no! No.. I..Uhm, I love you, (Y/N). I really do.”

anonymous asked:

Shifted prompt: I would love to hear more of baby William. Just common daily activities, maybe Jamie helping take care of the fussing baby so Claire can get a job done.

anonymous asked: In the Shifted AU, can we have something where Bree bonds with baby William. Something when the kids are young. :) Thanks!

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Interlude – The Assistant

Lallybroch, Autumn 1753

“…and if the wound continues to be all red and puffy in the next few days, add water to this powder and apply it generously to the area. And don’t hesitate to come back for more, if you need it. All right?”

Rosie MacNab, married to one of Grannie MacNab’s army of sons, enthusiastically nodded her head in understanding. “Aye, I understand. Thank ye so much, milady!”

“*Claire,* please. And I’m not the milady, you know that – ”

“Och, that doesna matter to me!” Rosie’s kind, yet weather-lined face creased into a smile, flashing a set of teeth that (despite Claire’s best efforts) had already started to decay. “We all ken weel just how much yer husband has had to sacrifice, just to keep us all safe on the estate. It doesna matter that it’s Young Jamie’s now – yer Jamie will *always* be the laird to us. As long as my mother-in-law walks the earth, anyway.”

Claire pressed her lips, still so uncomfortable at such outbursts of praise. Even seven years after Culloden, some wounds still felt so fresh. Jamie had never regretted deeding Lallybroch to his nephew – but she wondered if that choice ever grated on him. Especially now that he had his own son.

Said son chose that exact moment to squawk awake in his basket at Claire’s foot.

“Oh! That must be the wee laddie!”

Claire flashed her own smile as she bent to gently lift four-month-old William Fraser to her shoulder. His cries immediately stopped, and he looked around her surgery with wide, bright eyes.

“There, there. You just *had* to join in on the conversation, didn’t you?”

“Isn’t he the most handsome wee bairn! Looks just like ye, too!”

Claire wrapped William’s blanket – knit so lovingly by his aunt – tighter around his tiny shoulders, smiling as he shoved his fist into his mouth. “Well – since my daughter is the spit of my husband, it’s only fair that my son can take after me a bit, hmm?”

Rosie impulsively bent to kiss William’s soft hair, before pocketing the handkerchief in which Claire had wrapped the dried herbs and then standing. Claire rose as well, and the two women exchanged a quick hug.

“Thank ye again! I can see myself out – no need for ye to give the lad a chill!”

Brianna poked her bright, inquisitive head around the corner just as Rosie departed. “Is he awake?”

William jerked in excitement at the sound of his beloved sister’s voice, squirming against his blanket.

“Sshh. Yes, sweetheart – Bree is here!” Claire cooed, turning so that he could watch his sister skip into the room.

“Can I take him?” Brianna, aged six, doted on her brother like nothing her parents, aunt and uncle, godfather, and the Lallybroch staff had ever seen. Caring for him gave her a great sense of responsibility – and she never tired of showing him off, either.

“Of course. But – ”

“But be gentle and keep him warm. Aye, Mama – I ken fine,” Brianna huffed, extending her arms. Claire carefully lay William against her shoulder, swaddling him in an extra blanket from his basket, and Brianna lay a steadying arm against her brother’s small back.

“Aye, *a bhailach*. All comfortable, no? Let’s go see what Da is up to…”

Softly, carefully Brianna padded out of Claire’s stillroom and toward Jamie’s study down the hall.

Claire’s heart soared – so happy to see further proof of the profound love between her children – and happy to finally have some time to herself. She opened her journal to a fresh page and began entering the details around Paul MacNab’s injury – and just how dedicated Rosie was to fix him.

“…barley perhaps? Of course we’ll have the potatoes, but I’m thinking we get that fallow field back into production now, so that we can harvest in the late winter?”

Ian Murray settled a bit deeper into his high-backed chair, rubbing the stump of his leg, thinking. “Aye – I suppose we could. It’s always good to have the variety – and Young Jamie is old enough to really help you out this time.”

Jamie crossed his left leg over his right, balancing a ledger on his knee, forefinger tracing down a long column of figures scrawled in Ian’s spidery hand. “The last time we planted there, the yield was fifty bushels. I think we could definitely – ”

“Hi, Da! What are ye doing?” Brianna burst in, William cradled to her chest, his wee dark head resting comfortably on her shoulder.

“*Ciamar a tha thu, mo nighean ruaidh*?” he greeted her, extending his free hand. Mindful of her brother, Brianna gently settled against his side. “As happy as I am to see you, it isna verra considerate of yer uncle for ye to just barge in wi’out knocking.”

“Oh, it’s nae bother,” Ian kindly insisted, already reaching for his wooden leg to strap it into position. “Might as well let Jamie ken he’ll be expected to help ye till the field. Canna have him grumbling like a bairn to his Mam again.”

William stirred a bit. Jamie closed the ledger, set it on the floor, and in one smooth motion picked up Brianna and set her on his lap. She snuggled, her back to his front, and he lay a gentle arm around them both.

“When will I be old enough to help Jamie wi’ the planting?”

Ian positioned his stump into the wooden leg and looked up at his niece. “Are ye sure ye want to help, then? It’s no’ an easy job. And ye’d have to do *exactly* as yer Da says.”

“I’d love for ye to help me, but ye’re too small to guide the horses.” He felt Brianna inhale a deep breath to protest, but lay a hand on her wee knee. “No – dinna say ye ken how to make them work. It’s verra different than when we go riding – the horses need to focus. And ye must ken what to ask them to do. Otherwise it’s a lot of work and ye dinna get anything out of it. And we dinna like anything to go to waste, aye?”

Brianna sighed against him, but nodded, resigned.

Ian stood – shaky for the first few seconds, but then slowly regained his balance. “It’s verra kind of ye to ask. But does yer Mam no’ need help wi’ the surgery? I thought ye liked doing that.”

“She does need the help – but she doesna let me do everything yet!”

“Ye need to be patient. Enjoy being a girl. Dinna grow into a woman quite so fast,” Jamie said quietly. Thoughtfully. “And did ye no promise to care for yer wee brother? To see him grow safe and strong?”

Brianna nestled her brother closer, feeling him go all boneless with sleep. “Aye, I did.” Her voice was soft – dreamy – far away.

Ian nodded and quietly took his leave of the three Frasers.

Jamie held his miracles – his world – in his lap.

“Can ye tell us a story, Da?” Brianna whispered after a while, turning to rest her face against his shoulder. “I think William enjoys the one about the laird and lady who were living in Paris.”

Jamie shifted in his chair so that Brianna and William – sound asleep now – could get more comfortable.

“Of course. One day, the laird and lady were invited to the most fancy dress party you could dream of. The laird wore his plaid, of course, but the lady wore a red dress that was so beautiful, all the other men at the party couldna help but stare at her…”

You know the Lads would be a fucking nightmare if they were kidnapped. Not the irritation of Geoff’s sarcastic drawl, the disquieting politeness of Jack’s unerring calm or the terrifying menace of Ryan’s entire existence, but a full blown regret all your choices, please god take them back nightmare.

Ray not so much; he shoots off a few snarky comments then closes his eyes and settles down, for all intents and purposes appearing to go to sleep despite the chains on his wrists and the cold concrete cell they’ve been locked in. Just sleeps and refuses to stir, limp and unaffected by anything from physical pain to the yells of his crew-mates. It’s an infuriatingly difficult reaction to combat and eventually their captors just give up and ignore him.

It’s impossible to ignore their other three captives though; they’re fucking loud, for one. Michael is throwing insults around left and right from the moment he opens his eyes, from the state of their lodging to the intelligence of their captors and everything in between; no threat works to shut him up and hurting any of the others only makes him exponentially louder. Michael calls out every ridiculous statement and every ineffective torture technique as though he’s merely watching a bad movie rather than living through one.

Jeremy is nearly as vocal as Michael though not nearly so straight forward about it; Jeremy drips sarcasm as he pushes every question back against his asker, inviting them to share where they stole their ideas from, who they thought they were kidding with this whole big bad act, if they’d chosen their last words yet. He and Gavin goad each other into increasingly absurd conversations whenever things are getting too tense, and Jeremy repeatedly acts like he’s broken and is ready to talk only to whisper another dumb pun into the interrogator’s ear; cackling wildly at his own jokes even as he spits blood.

Gavin flips back and forth between antagonising and commiserating, endearing himself to their enemies only to pick on their weaknesses and instigate in-fighting. He critiques their captors like they are on even footing, scathingly judgmental and haughtily unimpressed, identifying soft spots for Michael to tear into. For all his ability to deflect the anger of other people Gavin’s never been great at sitting back and watching his boys get hurt, so when things get a little too heated his comments tend to get more vicious and offensive. He twists deep into every insecurity, grinning wide enough to show all his teeth as he carefully pulls everyones attention back to himself. This honestly only pisses Michael and Jeremy off - Gavin you are a twig alright, just shut up and let the brawlers take the bruises - so soon enough all three are fighting each other as much as their captors, bellowing so loud and incomprehensible that the cell doors rattle and their interrogators are forced to take frequent breaks or risk going deaf.

Another strike against the Lads is their combined impatience; never content to just sit back and wait for the Gents to collect them, no matter how dire or trivial their situation may be. It’s not like the Gents won’t come, it’s not like their arrival wouldn’t be one hell of a show, a firestorm of possessive rage and righteous fury. It’s just that the Lads have never been passive, have always been threat. It’s just that they’re smarter than anyone gives them credit for, and nastier than most could ever imagine. It’s just that the Lads never could let anything slide, lean full force into everything they do and what they do is devastate, what they do is destroy.

The end begins, as most ends do, with a regrettable mistake. With a guard cocky enough to come in on his own, to taunt and jeer and rile them up. A guard green enough to let them see the keys he drops into his pocket, to think himself safe in their shackled presence. He’s clearly not well versed in the art of breathing menace, his efforts are rudimentary and uninspired at best, an embarrassment to the craft, and the Lads play him like a fiddle. He’s frustrated when Gavin lays on the mocking flirtation too heavily, circling behind in a clumsy attempt at intimidation and failing to notice to moment his pocket grows lighter. He rises to the bait when Jeremy sneers out a cutting commentary on his skills, completely missing the flash of silver flicking from Gavin’s hands to Michael’s in the blink of an eye. He turns his back on the three of them to aim a petulant shove at Ray, whose eyes pop back open for the first time in hours, snapping into motion as quick and dangerous as a snake. Ray uses his chained hands to pull himself up and deliver a solid kick, propelling their guard right into Michael’s waiting arms.

It’s unsalvageable after that; not quite quick, by no means clean, but hopelessly unstoppable; something akin to watching a man being torn apart by wild dogs. The rest of the mysterious crew have no chance to intervene, left watching in shocked silence over the security feed, their horror unnervingly acknowledged as the Lads bare their teeth at the cameras, chilling mockeries of real grins, full of promise. It doesn’t get better, the restless energy in the cell only growing as the four efficiently free each other from their remaining binds, laughing and crooning out childish singsongs as they destroy the room; Ready or not here we come.

See, the worst thing about taking the Lads hostage, the very worst part, isn’t their volume or aggression, isn’t the indifference and blatant disrespect. It’s not the looming danger of retribution from the rest of their crew, not even the way they will eventually, inevitably, break themselves free from any restraints. No.

The worst thing is the fact that even when they get out the Lads will not leave. There is no stealth, no mad rush for freedom or careful plans to storm the exit; they won’t escape, at least not until there’s nothing left to escape from. When the Lads break loose they don’t look to regroup, aren’t interested in taking a moment to recover before coming back with support. They want their vengeance and they want it immediately; want compensation for every injury, want to fulfil every promised threat, make good on every nasty laugh and hungry smirk, watch the terrified realisation in the eyes of their prey. When the Lads break loose they want to play.

*flips chair around and sits in it backwards* ok y'all here’s my 2 cents on… 2doc. Bad pun

phase 1-3 it’s bad. it’s flat out abusive. phase 1 has a little wiggle room I guess but it’s really bad in 2 and 3. (it’s AWFUL in phase 3) there is no way it would end up good. despite that, there’s definitely…. tension. 2d being completely infatuated with murdoc (doyathang newspaper comic, assuming it’s repping what 2d wants from murdoc for example) and looking up to him even after the bunch of shit murdoc gave him. I am in no way excusing what murdoc does to 2d, mind y'all. he’s still an asshole. and when murdoc isn’t a major asshole, he actually acts pretty gay. like calling him “pretty” multiple times and I’m pretty sure once he said “I just like tall things” then stared at 2d for deadass 3 seconds or sumthin. I think it was the NY interview, look it up smh. But that tension in no way overlooks how shit murdoc was to my lad 2d and no room for any relationship at all is there.

phase 4, different story so far. I haven’t gotten any abusive vibes from ye olde murdoc yet. The only weird thing is “I take 2d on walks to the park” but it sends weird signals as a whole. Murdoc seems to have gotten most of his shit together and treats the whole band with respect. I can get behind that. That and the official art 2D playing the piano wearing an apron the wrong way while Murdoc is just. laying around in the piano is pretty chuckle-worthy and gives off “we’re chill now lads” vibes. Some other art pieces do that too I guess but I think most of the speculation was over reading into things (i.e. Murdoc giving 2d the 👀 eyes in that one where they’re all sitting on the couch but I’m 99% sure it’s Murdoc looking at the entire band. I mean, they’re all to his right.) Although I doubt it would ever be a “thing” as putting 2 band members together in something as “individualistic” as Gorillaz would be fucking weird imo. It would be a loooooong stretch. The only reason I can think of that would fit along with the plotline of humanz would be to push that “love is love” message that Ol Fat Trump cries about but. that’s just objectifying them TBH. Too far fetched.

Anyway TLDR it’s bad phase 1-3 and great 4. Unlikely to happen at all but at least you aren’t trash for liking it this phase.

edit: this is a contradictory callout and support post for 2doc shippers. if you acknowledge that it was abuse in the past, and don’t create content of it being abusive, I support you! Good shit! but if you don’t and shove all the things murdoc has done under the rug, fuck you!

edit: ‘twas revealed that murdoc practiced “torture” on 2d but has since stopped doing that. i’d normally start hollering and delete this post but it’s implied he did it in earlier phases. save my boy 2d

edit: it’s less bad now? i mean that moscan ad has 2d just kinda standing there behind murdoc, scratching his head and smiling and just generally being Uncomfortably Close™ to him. not to mention it being set in muds’ bedroom. whoever writes this shit is going down a slippery slope and I’m not sure whether to help them the fuck out or just accept fate and go along for the ride
The Signs as ABRA Songs

ARIES: No Chill




LEO: Pride








My computer crashed while I was in the middle of saving a file I had been working on for like a week, completely corrupting the file to the point that I can’t recover it.

Needless to say I was fucking frustrated and pissed and I said to my tutor, a really chill and nice 24 year old lad whom I love, “I don’t know who I’m gonna kill first, this laptop or myself” and he wrapped his hand around my shoulder went full on “NO DON’T KILL YOURSELF PLEASE I NEED YOU HERE WITH ME” and I LOVE MY TUTOR OK hes the support I need

Fame - Part 2 (L.H.)

A/N: many of you requested that I write a Part 2 to Fame and at first, I wasn’t planning on it, but you all wore me down so here it is! I’m aware that it isn’t as long, but please bear in mind that this wasn’t even supposed to have a second part.

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Part 1


You wiped away your tears and slowly stood up.
No. Luke wasn’t worth your tears. He wasn’t worth getting sad over. Not anymore.
You went into the bathroom and took a shower, letting the hot water take away some of the stress that had piled up on your shoulders.
As you made your way into bed in a pair of leggings and a band shirt, you still couldn’t stop your mind from running over all the events that had occurred today.
You turned over to look out of the balcony doors at the moon since you had left the curtains open just a tad.
“If only you hadn’t changed,” you whispered sadly at the moon and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Days had passed and yet, you nor Luke had made an effort to speak to each other.
You had just walked into the dressing room where all the lads were just chilling before their show in a few hours.
You plopped down onto the couch next to Calum. “I’m bored.”
He didn’t look up from his phone. “And?”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re supposed to cure my boredom, duh.”
“That’s not my job.”
“But I’m boreddddd,” you drone out.
“Will the two of you just shut the fuck up already?” Luke snapped harshly at the two of you from across the room.
You glared at him. “If it bothers you so much then leave.”
He narrowed his eyes right back at you. “I was here first. You should leave.”
“No one else complained. It’s only you, so you’re the problem here.”
“No, you are always the problem. No one asked you to be an annoying little shit, now did they?”
You didn’t respond and the rest of the lads turned to Luke, giving him looks while muttering, “Dude,” “What the fuck, man” and “Shut up, Luke.”
You didn’t say another word and simply left the room.
“Nice going, Lucas,” you heard Calum say.
“Didn’t you want to rebuild your friendship with her? Not break it even more,” Ashton commented right after.
“Stop being such an asshole to her, Luke. She hasn’t done anything to you,” Michael told him.
“Why are you all defending her? You were my mates before her’s,” Luke argued.
“It doesn’t matter who we were mates with first. What matters is that you’re being a complete dick to Y/N when she’s only ever supported anything you did. She hasn’t done shit to you up until now because you’re treating her like shit. Get a grip on yourself, Luke. We didn’t want to be a band for the fame or the attention. We were all in this for the music and for people to hear our music,” Calum spluttered out angrily.
The room fell silent and you felt that you had heard enough. You walked away, not catching Luke whispering to them, “I’ve fucked up,” before you did so.

You looked up from your laptop where you were watching YouTube videos while lounging on the couch on the tour bus to see Luke walking towards you.
You looked back to your laptop. “If you’ve come to insult me some more, I don’t want to hear it,” you told him, not moving your eyes from the screen.
He sighed and lifted your legs up before sitting down and placing them onto his lap. “I’m sorry.”
You glanced at him. “Did the boys force you to apologize to me?”
“Sort of…”
You scoffed. “Then I don’t want your apology.”
“Y/N…” Luke started.
You slammed your laptop shut, sat up straight, and narrowed your eyes at him. “No, Luke. You listen. Calum is right. I have been nothing but supportive of you since we first met and all I’ve gotten in return is you treating me like shit once the band became more famous. I don’t care that you’ve matured and of course change occurs with the process, but you’ve changed to the point where I’m just something you brush off to the side and only have time for when it’s convenient for you.”
He looked at you speechless as you took a breath to calm yourself down.
You pulled your legs towards you and sat crisscrossed. “I just want to know what I did for you to hate me and treat me like I’m such a pest,” you continued quietly.
“Y/N…” Luke whispered guiltily. Then, to your surprise, he yanked you towards him and enveloped you into his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
You sniffled. “What happened to you, Luke? What happened to us?”
He sighed. “I don’t know. I guess the fame finally caught up with me.”
You pulled back and wiped under your eyes. “Why though? How come Cal, Mike, and Ash haven’t treated me any differently, but you - my best friend - changed dramatically.”
He took a hold of one of your hands and stoked the back of it with his thumb. “I don’t really have a good reason for why I did what I did, but I do know that I need to change.”
You nodded but didn’t say anything.
“So,” he looked up at you, “what do you say to a little movie marathon?”
You smiled and interlaced your fingers together. “I’d really like that.”

It’s been a nice, calming, and fun filled few days since the night Luke apologized.
You’d been hanging out with the boys and especially Luke a lot more. The two of you had gone back to doing all the things you both had done before Luke started to change and it was refreshing.
“Y/N!” Luke whined as he laid down on top of you, squishing you into the couch.
You shoved him. “Get off me, Luke. I can’t breathe with your fat ass on me.”
He turned his head to face you. “I do not have a fat ass!”
“Fine, you don’t. Calum has a nicer ass than you though,” you pointed out to him.
He pulled back so that he was straddling your legs. “How would you know that?”
You looked up at him sheepishly. “I may have looked at it once…or a few times…”
Luke pouted. “Why don’t you look at mine?”
You smirked up at him. “Oh, I do. Which is why I know that he has more of an ass than you do.”
He tickled your sides and you started thrashing in his grasp. “Take it back.”
You kept laughing and rolling around from side to side. “L-Luke!”
You heard Luke’s sharp intake of breath and his tickling immediately stopped.
You quickly glanced up at Luke afraid that you had kneed him in the balls on accident from your thrashing.
Luke had his eyes closed and his arms were on either side of your head as he leaned forward, breathing heavily.
“Luke? Are you okay?” You asked concerned while lifting a hand to cup his cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
He was still breathing heavily, but he slowly opened his eyes to stare into yours.
What took you by surprise was the way his pupils had dilated and his eyes had darkened.
“Luke?” You asked timidly while withdrawing your hand.
He looked back and forth between your eyes for a few more seconds before closing the gap between you two.
Luke’s lips on yours was something you thought you would never experience, but here you were, with Luke’s lips pressed firmly against yours.
He pulled away after a moment and stared down at you. “Well, fuck.”
Your breathing mirrors his. “Same.”
“Hey, Y/N! Have you seen L-” Michael started to ask, but stopped once he saw the position you two were in. He smirked at you two. “Oh, I see you’ve found Luke. I’ll leave you two to finish what you were doing.” He gave the two of you one last smirk before walking back out of the room.
Luke turned back to look at you. “So…”
You rolled your eyes and pulled him back down to kiss him again.


Harry Styles is still looking for his chill after he lost it four years ago.

“Remember Leeds, lads?”

Louis: “What a great holiday in Doncaster!”

While teasing Liam

Louis: “I live on the bus" 

The underwear bit - watch this, it’s gold.

Niall keeps looking at Harry and laughs by the way.

While teasing Liam again

Louis: "I always have to…have someone’s attention.”

Literally whatever Louis says, Harry fights the fond.

BONUS Louis “I talk to my boyfriend and I turn into this ball of soft and love” Tomlinson


Edd: Matt and Tom? Oh, they’re okay I guess. Great friends.

Edd: Matt can be very vain at times, and of course that he loves himself so much is…Chilling. But we get along fairly well. He’s fun to joke with as well.

Edd: Tom? Well, I’ve known him since we were lads, so he and I are pretty chill friends. He can be a bit…Idiotic when drunk, but nonetheless we’re close.