luke restaurant

Defenders continues to sneak in clever nods to the 4 character colors.

Look at this damn dragon. Made up primarily of Green, Yellow, and Red. Who is currently inside the restaurant? Danny, Luke, and Matt. There are little touches of blue and a lot of blue on the border. Who is sort of in the group but still undecided? Jessica.

Keep it up, set design crew. Keep it the hell up. I love spotting this shit.

  • [at a restaurant]
  • Dick: Man, this turkey sandwich is so good. I’m so glad we came here.
  • Jason: I know, the food is always great here, and it’s great value.
  • Damian: You guys are so positive, it’s great. I know some people that are negative and they can’t see anything good in anything, and people like that just aren’t very pleasant to be around.
  • Tim: you guys, I’m right here…
  • Damian: what?
  • Tim: I said I’m right here. You guys are talking about me like I’m not here and I don’t like what you’re saying about me.
  • Jason: Tim, I don’t think he was talking about you.
  • Tim: How can he not be?! You guys know how much I hate sandwiches and love being negative!
  • Dick: I didn’t know you hated sandwiches…
  • Tim: I’m eating soup, Dick, and it’s like 100 degrees outside!
  • Dick: that makes sense…
  • Damian: I’m not talking about you, Tim.
  • Tim: promise?
  • Damian: promise.
  • Tim: Sorry guys, I don’t wanna be that guy who’s always so prideful and not willing to back down, and probably pops up his collar…
  • Dick: you guys, I’m right here!
  • Tim: Dick, I didn’t mean you…
  • Dick: I can’t help it that I’m more confident than you guys! Sure, I’m physically built as if Michelangelo chiselled me from stone, but don’t put that on me!
  • Tim: Oh, so you’re a little cocky. There’s nothing wrong with that.
  • Dick: And the truth comes out — you know what? Most of the time I’m just acting confident to hide my insecurities! I don’t wanna be the guy who’s overly sensitive about everything…
  • Steph: *gasps* I’m right here!
  • Damian: do we know you?
  • Steph: you don’t remember me?!
  • Damian: oh, fatgirl! You’re not the type of person we normally forget…
  • Duke: guys, I’m right here!
  • Jason: how long have you been there?!
  • Duke: I drove you all here!
  • Jason: I remember being driven here by a faceless blob…
  • Duke: Yeah, yeah, I know. I was voted most forgettable in my high school. Didn’t end up in the year book, they forgot, but at least I’m not one of those people who steals food from other people’s plates!
  • Damian: *whilst stealing food from Jason’s plate* Duke! Dick’s
  • right there!
  • Tim: Wait! We have to go, the movie starts soon. It looks like we’re gonna have to take main-street, the cops just shut down the freeway because they’re looking for a homicidal maniac.
  • Jason: guys! I’m right here!

the start of something she never expected | luke/maryse | rated G


Having Maryse at the Institute has become a more pleasant thing lately, even something Izzy looks forward to. She sees the change in her mother, not just towards Izzy and Alec, but also towards Downworlders. Alec hadn’t given Izzy details, but he did say their mother came to the loft and apologized to Magnus, sincerely and thoughtfully; had even suggested the three of them get dinner sometime.

Maryse and Robert had separated, and since divorce wasn’t very common practice amongst Shadowhunters, that was as official as they could get. Maryse still lives in the Lightwood house in Idris, and Robert had moved out, busying himself with Clave work or that other woman, Izzy doesn’t really know, doesn’t care to know.

It’s about a month after the official separation that Maryse is in New York, and Izzy hasn’t seen too much of her, missions and new recruits keeping her busy. So one evening she makes her way over to her mother’s room, pushing the already slightly open door. She finds her mother sitting on the bed, putting on an elegant pair of black heels, a deep green dress brushing against her ankles. Her hair is curled and almost completely loose, making her look infinitely less strict and stoic than Izzy has always seen her as.

“Don’t you look nice,” Izzy says, stepping into the room, her mother’s eyes lifting to her. “Hot date?”

She says it jokingly, but Maryse honest to the Angel blushes.

Keep reading

So there are fans watching The Defenders who hadn’t seen Iron Fist, and are confused by Danny Rand.

“Does he suck this much in his own show?” they ask, perplexed.

My dears, he is actually worse in his own show, and the Defenders is a vast improvement.

I still recommend watching Iron Fist though, if only to see why it’s so bad.

  • tony: With regards to making it legal, you saw what happened when we tried.
  • steve: was that legal?
  • tony: Yes, at first. I even took on a tie
Sugar Cookies

You looked up from your position on one side of your kitchen counter where you were kneading dough to check how Luke was doing with the frosting.

He noticed you staring at him and promptly began whining, “It’s sticky!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his childish tone. “Yes, Luke. I know because you’ve said so a thousand times since you started.”

He held up the spoon he was using and aimed it at you, “Hey, now. No teasing.”

Before you could respond, Roxy was on her feet and walking over to Luke where she sat down patiently and looked from his face to the spoon of delicious gooeyness.

He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Nope. This isn’t for you, girl. You know that. Yes, I said what I said. Go on.” He nodded his head to where her doggy bed was in the living room.

She threw him a look surprisingly unimpressed for a dog as she got up and made her way over.

“You done, princess?” You questioned him as you flashed him a mocking smile.

He deadpanned at you, “I love it when you call me that, Y/N. Really gets my gears going.”

You grinned at him and winked, “Oh, baby, I know.”

He shook his head at you and walked over to the sink to wash the spoon and any other abandoned utensils he saw.

You gave up on kneading the dough any more and went to put the bowl with icing in the fridge, taking some with your finger.

Luke laughed, “I saw that!”

You turned around and whispered, “You saw nothing. Now I’m going to go ahead and preheat the oven before cutting some shapes out of the dough. You want to take Roxy for a walk?”

He dried up his hands before responding, “Sure, baby. I’ll be back in half an hour probably.” He stopped by on his way out of the kitchen to put his hands on your hips and pull you to him, leaning down to kiss you on the top of your head.

You leaned your head back to smile up at him before capturing his lips in a kiss, pulling back after a moment. “Byeeeee,” you said in a sing-song tone.

He kissed you once more quickly before leaving with Roxy to a nearby park.

You set to work quickly as you heard the door close. You got out a heart shaped cookie cutter and began cutting dough out at a speed surprising even to you before you set them on a cookie sheet. After placing the cookies to bake, you got a tube of red icing out of your kitchen pantry.

You and Luke had been together for nearly 8 months and your feelings for him were growing every single day, making you fall deeper and deeper in love with him. Neither of you had said those three little words, but you finally felt you were ready. So you decided to bake some cookies and ice them to spell out the words ‘I love you!” because if he didn’t feel the same just yet, you at least had cookies to eat your emotions away with.

Just as you were pondering the potential scenarios that could happen, the oven dinged, letting you know that your cookies were done. You went ahead and got them out so you could let them cool for long enough before frosting and icing them.

Oh, god, you thought. Were you overdoing it with the frosting and icing? Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea…

You specifically picked this way to tell Luke because you wanted the familiarity of baking to calm you, but your anxiety still found a way to rear its ugly head.

As you started going deeper down the negative hole in your head, your phone rang, signaling a call from Luke.

“Hey, babe,” you answered.

“Baby! Listen, Roxy started playing with another dog at the park so I might take a little longer than usual. Should I pick up some food on the way home? Ooh, what about that one Chinese restaurant you love?”

You smiled at the little fact that he remembered your favorite take out restaurant, “Sure, Luke.”

“Great!” You could practically hear the smile on his face. “See you soon, Y/N.”

You hung up and went to check how cool the sugar cookies were. When you were pleased with their temperature, you began icing them with the homemade frosting Luke had made. It wasn’t half bad, either, which was incredibly surprising. That man is just good at everything, you thought proudly.

You finished frosting and icing all the cookies with letters and hearts and smiley faces and took a deep breath, preparing yourself.

You had no idea why you were so nervous, as your relationship with Luke would be the same after you told him you loved him, no matter if he returned the sentiment or not.

Before you could think anymore, you heard the front door unlocking. You quickly arranged the cookies so they spelled out the words correctly and nicely and left them on the plate in the kitchen, where you knew Luke would find them when he set down the food.

You rushed to greet him and Roxy at the door, “Hey, baby!”

Luke moved a step back in surprise at your loud tone, “Um? Hey, Y/N. Why are you yelling?”

He looked at you questioningly while you knelt down to pet Roxy. You grinned at him and told him you were just excited to see her. He nodded at you and headed to the kitchen to place the bag of food down on the counter. You stood up and stayed silent, anxious to see his reaction but also relieved that you finally got your feelings out there. You were so glad to tell him how you felt, even if you used cookies to deliver the message, that you were now just happy for him to know.

You walked over to the kitchen as Luke still hadn’t come out, yet.

“Luke? Did you see the—?”

Luke rushed to meet you, “Is that for me? Do you mean it? Really?”

You smiled at the happiness shining in his eyes and said, “Yes, you dork. I do.”

He placed his hands on either side of your face and leaned down, “Will you say it?”

You put your hands over Luke’s and started peppering his face with kisses, all in between the words you kept repeating, “I love you. I love you. I. Love. You.”

You pulled back to hear Luke laughing slightly, completely overjoyed. “I love you, too, Y/N! Oh, my god. I love you. So much.”

You beamed at him, hoping that simple gesture would be enough to convey to him how happy you were feeling. You led him over to the plate, “Have you tried one yet?”

He shook his head and reached for a cookie with a heart on it, biting into it easily. “Sweet,” he said. “But not as sweet as you.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment, “Baby…let’s not, huh?”

“Give me some sugar, honey,” he said, making another joke on the sugar cookies and the honey that was used in the frosting.

You stared at him for a moment before walking closer and kissing him, “You’re lucky I love you.” You were so giddy that you could say that freely now.

He smiled down at you, more serious now, “I know. I’m incredibly lucky.“

News about my writing

…and I haven’t abandoned my readers. It’s been a weird combination of real life stuff, writer’s block and a growing feeling of insecurity about the things I write.

But I’ve finally managed to pull myself together and be productive, so tomorrow I’m going to post Chapter 9 of Crossing Knives. All 5500 words of it.

Here are the links to all the chapters I’ve posted so far (in case I still have readers and they want to rememeber what all this was about). Chapter 9 is currently with my my lovely beta reader @hiddlesnlondon, who has the patience of a saint, and in less than 24 hours I’ll post it here and on Ao3.

Thank you all!

Crossing Knives 

Tom Hiddleston is the brilliant executive chef of Band of Brothers, a London restaurant with a Michelin star. He also has a reputation for being arrogant, cocky and difficult, and his constant tantrums are making the business suffer.

Hallie Harrison is a former home cook, known for her big and innovative flavours, who has just won Masterchef US. Her triumph has brought her some fame, a bit of money, and the publication of her own cookbook. After a short perfecting course at a prestigious culinary school, she feels ready to go back to her home country and play in the big leagues.

Luke Windsor is a restaurateur who is tired of constantly looking for new sous-chefs because his business partner (and, nevertheless, friend) Tom keeps making them quit. In a desperate move to save his restaurant, Luke offers Hallie a job as a sous-chef… and maybe also a chance to meet the man of her dreams in the least likely of places: the kitchen of Band of Brothers.

Flashback drabble: Dom Pérignon

Chapter 1: Amuse Bouche, California Style

Chapter 2: Gourmet Appetizers and Al Fresco Dining

Chapter 3: Hangover Breakfast

Chapter 4: Craft Ale and a Touch of Ginger

Chapter 5: Champagne Tarts, Sweet and Sour

Chapter 6: Earl Grey Tea and Swiss Meringue

Chapter 7: A First Date and an Italian Feast

Chapter 8: Posher than a White Truffle Sandwich

Chapter 9 (coming soon TOMORROW)

Idiota

so i decided to contribute something to this fandom because of the lack of fics :) enjoy ^^

-

“We don’t talk anymore, we don’t anymore, we don’t talk anymore like we used to.” Simon huffed quietly as he strummed his guitar. He sat by the bay window of his new room, his new home. It was still too much to take in.

Raphael had ushered him into his new life relatively quickly, setting aside a room and a tiny fridge with blood bottles for him. He’d even prepared training sessions for him so that he could get used to his newfound speed and senses.

For that he’d been grateful. He intended to thank Raphael by replacing his jacket. At the very least, he knew how much the leader liked his jackets.

But all those thoughts and activities could do nothing to console him. He was still hanging off by a thread from his old life. He thought of his sister and something wet slid down his cheek. When he reached up to wipe away the tear he was surprised to see blood instead and immediately recoiled at the sight. Right, he would never cry the same again.

But at that moment he didn’t care. He just sat there, letting the inevitable set in as he whispered out song lyrics and loosely strummed his guitar.

Raphael was storming down the hallways looking for Simon. Idiota, he had forgotten about practice again. The fledgling was going to be the death of him. And he was already dead.

‘When I get my hands on him, I swear I’m going to -’ his train of thought was cut off as a soft sound, a mixture of what sounded like singing and crying, reached Raphael’s ears. He walked toward the source of it and found himself outside Simon’s room.

He sighed.

Still missing the mortal life, he was. Raphael could understand. He’d been in that position many times over. And it’d taken so much effort not to do something regretful back when he was younger.

Being immortal had its drawbacks. Raphael had already begun to calcify before the whole situation with the Shadowhunters and Valentine’s blasted daughter came about. He was starting to succumb to the inevitability of ‘forever’.

And then everything changed when that adorable dork showed up. He’d never admit it, but he was grateful that the boy was around. It had given him a distraction of sorts. Or rather, someone worth looking at because no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he was slowly falling for Simon Lewis.

Raphael hesitated, all anger dissipating, before knocking his knuckles on the wooden door.

The singing stopped abruptly.

“Simon? Can I come in?” He asked. No response. He took that as a yes and walked straight in to see the figure of Simon curled up by the bay window with his guitar on his lap and red lines streaking his face.

As much as he didn’t want to show his affection, or make his infatuation known, Raphael couldn’t help himself as he walked into the adjourning bathroom, rinsed a wash towel under the tap and returned, waking up to Simon and taking by boy’s face lightly by the chin.

He starting cleaning up the blood streaks gently, the red coming away in dashes as Simon looked up at him, eyes still brimming red.

“C'mon, no more crying.” Raphael whispered quietly, the moment he was done.

“I know how hard it is. I’ve been there but trust me, it will get better. Have a little faith. That was what pulled me through.” He said and Simon resisted a sniffle.

“Why are you being so nice to me all of sudden? When we first met, you hated my guts. When I was mundane, you wanted nothing to do with me. And then here I am, a newborn vampire and you’re coddling me like some child. What is this?” Simon blurted out before he could stop himself.

Raphael tensed up and his anger began to bubble beneath the surface. Dios, why did he have to like this blasted fool?

“We are a clan. We all care for each other. But if you’re so against my help, then I won’t ever bother you again.” He replied tersely, feeling slightly offended. Stupid sonofab-

“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that. I appreciate it. Really. Please, stay.” Simon said hurriedly, grabbing Raphael by the wrist. Raphael eyed the hand on his wrist. If he still had a heartbeat, his pulse would have quickened at the touch. Simon made to retract his hand when Raphael twisted his wrist around to hold him in place.

“Okay.” He replied.

And so he stayed.

-

When Simon trained previously, he’d always seemed distracted. As if there was something else on his mind, or somewhere else he’d rather be and that pissed Raphael off. He couldn’t get the fledgling to stay put and listen and often ended up venting his frustration out on the poor lad himself during mock-fights.

But after Raphael had stayed with Simon, he’d changed.

Raphael had simply held his hand and sat across from the lad at the bay window, his boot-clad feet kicked up as he silently watch the world go by outside, often stealing glances at the boy across from him. They stayed like that until night fell and they left to hunt.

Training sessions after that seemed to go smoother. Simon focused perfectly and he was slowly learning to gain control over his new abilities, slowly gaining the upper hand in most training exercises and pinning Raphael under him. He had to admit, it felt good to finally be able to hone all his new gifts. Raphael had rarely said much on his improvement but had let a small smile slip once or twice and that was indication enough of how well he was doing.

One time, when Simon pinned Raphael to the ground with a loud thump, he’d let out a sharp hiss and scrunched up his eyes as a hand shot up to the back of his head.

“Joder! Hijo de puta!” (direct translation : f***! sonofabitch!) Raphael growled out and Simon had been around for long enough to understand that he was being cussed at.

“Shit, Raphael? Are you okay? Oh go- ugh, I’m sorry, are you hurt?” Simon rushed out in a flurry of phrases. He began to get off of the elder vampire when suddenly he found himself pinned to the hardwood floor with a yelp and a grinning Raphael, fangs out, sitting on top of him.

“You forgot the first rule, don’t show any sign of weakness.” Raphael taunted and Simon would have blushed had he still been human.

“Hey, you were the one that toyed with my feelings.” He tutted like a child and huffed to which Raphael froze slightly.

They had a brief staring contest before realising what an awkward position they were in and Raphael scrambled to get off the younger lad, quickly straightening out his jacket as he did.

“Er, training’s over for today, you can go.” He said and left the room in a flash, leaving a very bewildered and confused Simon behind to wonder what the hell had happened.

-

Simon left the hotel with his ears ringing from a whole load of nagging from their one and only Raphael. For Chrissakes, he was just going down to see Luke at the restaurant. No big deal. But remembering how Raphael reacted the last time to him being simply shoved by one of the wolves, he decided to just assure the leader of his safety and return before the sun was up.

Which didn’t really happen.

Since he kind of got caught up in a whole situation with helping Luke get his job back, being the fake ‘Demonic Murderer’ and getting shot a least twenty times, not that it hurt but it had been a strange experience.

By the time he left the station it was inching towards morning and he’d broken into a sprint to get back to the hotel before the sunlight touched him. The moment he walked into the hotel, the sound of Spanish cussing reached his ears.

“Raphael calm down, he’ll be fine he’s not some child.” Simon faintly heard Lily’s voice.

“Idiota! I’m going to look for him myself!” Raphael’s voice was louder that time.

“You’re gonna get yourself burnt.” A third, calm voice replied. “And Simon’s back already.”

“WHAT?!” Lily and Raphael chimed.

“…Hey guys?” Simon stepped out into the main hall with a small sheepish wave, unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay? Why are a you covered in bullet holes? Who did this to you? I swear I’m going to-”

“Raph, I’m fine, just some favour for Luke, I’m still here not dead see?” Simon cut him off, gesturing to his still standing form.

The emotions that flickered through Raphael’s eyes whirred by terrifyingly fast and Simon was worried that he was having a mental breakdown. Instead, the leader spun on his heel and stormed off without another word or backward glance.

“What’s gotten into him?” Simon asked and Elliot, the owner of the last voice, chuckled.

“Boy are you oblivious.” He snickered, clapping his hand on Simon’s shoulder before walking off. Lily offered a bemused smile before following suite leaving him wondering why had Raphael acted in such a way.

He looked down sadly at the bag in his hand. It looked like he was going to have to give it to him personally.

-

Even though vampires didn’t sleep, Raphael felt exhausted as he lay down on his bed, something he hadn’t felt in a while.

Stupid Lewis, making him feel this way.

It was completely illegal for him to be so dorky and yet so adorable at the same time.

He groaned into his duvet.

“Idiota…” He mumbled under his breath, he’d been using that word very frequently ever since Simon came.

Suddenly, there was a knock.

“Raph? You in there? Can we talk?”

Simon.

“Go away Simon, I’m not in the mood.” Raphael replied, not wanting to have to face the very problem he had been trying to deal with.

“Alright, I’m coming in.”

“What do you not understand about -”

“I bought you a new jacket.”

“What?”

“I said, I bought you a new jacket. I had to help Luke with some stuff and I picked up a jacket before I went over.”

Raphael sat up and stared dumbly at Simon.

“You, bought me, a jacket? Why?” He asked, suspicious.

“Because I’ve already ruined two of yours. And I felt bad. And itssortofathankyouforbeingreallywelcomingandhelpful.” Simon mumbled and Raphael could barely catch the last part of what he had said as he watched the nervous brunette run a hand though his hair.

“What’s it look like?” Trying to stall, he decided to see how Simon would react. The lad seemed slightly shocked, a little deflated before he covered it back up with a nervous grin.

“It’s leather, a few embroidery details. Thought you might like this.” Simon said sheepishly. Raphael felt something bloom in his chest despite the absence of a heartbeat. He got up and walked over to take a closer look at the jacket. Simon was right, the red embroidery was really quite appealing.

He stole a glance at Simon from under lashes and decided, screw it.

Maybe it was the way the lad was so nervous and he wanted to take away some of that tenseness, or maybe it was just him seeing red and going a little crazy, but he leaned right in and captured the fledgling’s lips in his.

At first nothing happened and Raphael was starting to deeply regret his existence as tens of thousands of profanities started running through his head when Simon heaved in a breath he didn’t really need and leaned into the kiss.

The jacket fell to the floor, forgotten amidst the innocent, intimate moment.

When Raphael pulled away, Simon still had his eyes closed and he blinked them a couple of times before looking Raphael dead in the eye.

“So that’s why you were acting to strange.” He smiled softly, like a child who’d discovered a secret.

“Idiota…” Raphael couldn’t help but chuckle, not with venom but rather affection this time and he wrapped Simon up in a hug. It lacked warmth and everything that a human hug had but it felt right. And at that moment, that was all that really mattered.

-

YAY I FINALLY FINISHED THIS HAHAHA WROTE THIS UNDER MY TABLE DURING CLASS SO EXCUSE THE QUALITY :p

Arzaylea's ex friends recently did a periscope

Here is a master post of the majority of the things they said:


•Luke cheated on Arzaylea at a party in Miami with a blonde girl who was holding hands and he exchanged numbers with her
•Random girls would wrap their arms around Luke’s neck at the party
•They were apparently ‘glued to each other the whole time"
•Arzaylea doesn’t care that Lukes cheating, she only cares that he’s cheating with 'ugly girls’
•"I can’t believe he’s doing this, he isn’t even cheating smart"
•kept on telling people how she’s 'living with Luke’
• Arz has apparently tried to break up with Luke but he 'begs to stay with her’
•kept repeating how she lives with Luke
• “for every time he fucks up” Arz was going to post a picture on the Internet, that’s why there’s so many that leak.
•that’s why she accidentally 'posts’ the pictures and deletes them, like she didn’t mean to post that
• she apparently sends a lot of information to those people who speak to her
•she craves the attention
•Arz is the type of person to say 'omg you’re my best friend’ and tricks you into thinking that you’re actually best friends
•she’s not a trustworthy person and is an attention seeker
•Arz is the type of person to be like 'I don’t do drugs’, 'I’m a vegan’, etc. but her drug use started because she witnessed some one else doing coke (and apparently saw Luke do it and thought that Luke might like her more if she did drugs)
•we know that Luke cheats on Arzaylea but Arzaylea constantly cheats on Luke as well and are both aware of the fact that they cheat on each other and just don’t care.
• Arz cheated on Luke with Post Malone, and has hooked up with a lot of people including a girl. (Not that they’re is anything wrong with that)
•she has no funds for herself, so that’s why she’s very dependent on friends and boyfriend
•she wasn’t asked to move into Luke’s place, she just slowly started taking things over
•Luke didn’t say “move in with me, I’m in love with you”.
• Arzaylea lied to her friends about cheating on Luke
•Arzaylea is following them around because she has 'nothing better to do’
• she is aware that some of the boys don’t like her
•Arz told a group chat, why would he do stupid shit that would get him caught, he wasn’t cheating smart, and then posted a picture of them on the Internet (the 'lol @ Luke Hemmings one)
•Arz “I’m such a character for this, every time I get proof of him fucking up I’m going to post a picture” and something about how 'she’d never cheated on him’, and how they have the same friends so none of them would snitch
• Mitchy Collins went to people during the show and was asking girls for IDs/to be over 18, and was saying stuff about being a 'groupie’ and an 'after party’.
• Luke posted his picture with Mitchy in response to Arz posting hers
• “how did they actually meet?”
They met at a house party in LA, he liked the fact that she liked music, lived in LA and was older.
•apparently they fight all the time and aren’t happy together
•Arzaylea invites herself to places and makes excuses for her,etc
• Luke apparently lies about cheating but Arzaylea knows that he’s done it and has 'receipts’
• in December whilst they did jingle ball, Luke paid for Arzaylea to fly to Chicago
•Arzaylea has blackmail on Luke and it’s confirmed (apparently)
•Bryana and Arzaylea apparently didn’t like each other at first
•Calum, Michael and Ashton do not like Arzaylea
•3/4 have spoken to Luke and have told him that she’s not good for him, but he doesn’t listen
• All of her pictures with fans, etc at concerts are a facade and they’re just to show she’s a nice person
•Arz has apparently said “all these girls are psycho” “i hate them” “ugly little girls”
• Arz leaks things to fans because she thought she could 'trust them’ and thought they were her 'friends’
• Bryan and Page were telling the truth when exposing her
• Arz is very manipulative
• the 'pay my rent’ joke is very accurate
• Arzaylea was going to go to Australia for Christmas but Liz told Luke that 'she is not allowed here’
•Liz does not approve
•Michael and Crystal are dating, not for long, 'give it exactly one month’.
• “I saw Crystal in real life, she is the ugliest person I have ever seen”
• Ashton and Arzaylea have argued and do not like each other
•Michael has spoken to Luke and said she’s bad for him
• Arz has videos of Luke doing drugs and more
•there are videos of Arz and Post Malone leaving clubs together
• “I don’t think they love each other”
• “I think Arzaylea loves the idea of getting everything she wants for free, like travelling the world”
• At Luke’s apartment, Arz has a drawer of Luke’s clothes, that he has no idea she has, and she wears them out and he has no clue
•Luke is genuinely nice person, but is acting dumb whilst he’s been with her
•they’ve both been trying to end the relationship, but they don’t know how.
• Arzaylea has admitted on the phone that she’s 'psycho’ and isn’t to be 'underestimated’
• Raq’s (kidsofsuburbia) DM with Luke are real
•Arzaylea is a 'pescovegan’ to fit in
•Arzaylea has famous friends and uses them
•Majority of Arzaylea’s friends trash talk 5sos, especially Lindsay (who has apparently hooked up with a member of the band)
• Arzaylea had a friend who suffered from depression and made fun of her for it and tried to make it sound like she had worse problems
•Friends and ex friends of Arzaylea have said that they’ve never seen her have a panic attack
•Arzaylea only does promo through her Instagram account and that is her only source of income
• “I don’t know a lot about crystal but know for a fact that she is with Michael”
• “Michael and Crystal’s relationship is confusing and she’s irrelevant to me”
• Arzaylea only follows 5SOS on tour and other places, so she can check that Luke isn’t cheating on her, because she knows he will if she’s not there
• “Calum and Nia are 100% in a relationship”
• Arzaylea knows about people from the past, aka people who she knows Luke has hooked up with and has made him block them on Twitter
• Arzaylea knows about old 5sos groupies
• “there’s too many 5sos groupies to count”
• Arzaylea was a cool person when she met Luke because she liked music and he made music, etc
•Arzaylea dropped Bryan to be with Luke
• “Bryana used Ashton for fame and that’s why she started doing Aeropostale shoots and stuff like that because it appealed to 5sos’ age group of fans”
• “who is the biggest man hoe in 5sos? Luke”
• Luke was in a restaurant when Arzaylea posted the first picture of them together and all of 5sos were there and Luke was pissed, he stormed out of the restaurant and security followed him back to the hotel.
•Luke was really pissed, it was the first picture of them together as a couple that was released

You’re A Famous Youtuber And You See Him For The First Time

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Ashton:

Being invited to the KCAS is exciting enough but being nominated for an award is mind-blowingly awesome. At least, that’s what it feels like.

As you’re sitting nervously in your seat with sweaty palms and nervous breathing you suddenly realise. You’ve got it all.

To your right are your fellow youtubers but to your left are a string of four empty seats. Whoever’s gonna sit there better hurry up and get here, you think to yourself

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Luke Hemmings One Shot - Risky Romance

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Fluff

Requested? - Nahhhh

Pairing(s) - Luke Hemmings/Reader

Word Count -2,259

Summary - Luke being with a WOC during a very racist time period in America.

Author’s Additional Comments - This one shot is a POC one shot, since those are very, very rare. There’s offensive terms in here (offensive to the black community) so if you get easily offended, I advise you to not read this. Before anyone asks, yes, I’m black, so don’t come to my askbox calling me racist because I will literally laugh at you. This one shot doesn’t really have like, a story to it, so don’t expect it to be all dramatic or whatever, because its not. Its just a normal one shot. Okay, well, enjoy!♥

She woke up at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. When did she even fall asleep? She can’t remember. All she can remember is relaxing at the simple sound of Luke’s heartbeat and his voice as her head was rested on his chest, and then going unconscious. He was going on about something that happened during school and it was interesting, but she was exhausted. From having to stand up on the bus rides so the white people could sit down, to having her books knocked out of her arms multiple times, to getting “accidentally” shoved into lockers, to getting chased to her house by some white kids throwing rocks and pebbles at her, all she could think about was how good sleep sounded to her and slowly drifted off, his voice fading into nothing.

She could never describe the feeling she had when she was with Luke. Whenever she thought about him, its like they weren’t even just thoughts. They were cravings. Saying she loved being with him would be a large understatement. This definitely wasn’t one-sided either. Luke felt the same away and he’d even argue that he felt it more. Those little arguments would turn into soft kisses which would quickly turn into make out sessions which would eventually turn into cuddles.

When they were together, to say they felt like the only two on earth wouldn’t be enough to describe the feeling. In fact, they felt like they were anywhere but on earth. No, this planet was too toxic for them. Not the planet itself–the planet was beautiful–it was the people inside the planet. They seem to have a problem with diversity and letting others be who they are and love who they want. There will never be an answer as to why, not a good one anyway.

Unfortunately, Luke’s parents were just like those people. They were just as racist as the next white family. And the next, and the next, and so on. If they knew their son was in love with a black girl, hell would rise and Y/N might even get killed out of hatred. Interracial relationships were very socially unacceptable.

When Y/N heard the front door open, her heart began to race. She sat up quickly and the sudden movement caused Luke to awaken as well.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Luke asked urgently, seeing as his girlfriend was rushing to put her shoes and her sweater back on.

Before she could answer, Luke had noticed the muffled voices coming from the living room and then put two and two together, then let out a gasp. He quickly turned his head to the clock hanging on his wall, muttering a ‘fucking hell’ at the time. They had fallen asleep and let the time pass rapidly.

Just as Y/N was making her way to the window, they heard heavy footsteps coming toward the room. Y/N would never make it out of the window in time; it was too rusty and would take almost a minute to get it opened wide enough for her to fit through. Luke panicked and motioned toward his small closet, knowing it was too small for anyone to properly fit in, but it would have to do. She rushed to in and squeezed inside, closing the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and his father’s voice spoke.

“How was school?” Andrew asked his son.

That was always the way he greeted Luke when he got home. Never a 'hi’ or 'hello’, just a 'how was school’. And Luke always gave the same answer.

“Fine.” He replied while at the same time, trying to slow down his heart beat.

“Good, good.” Andrew nodded. He invited himself in and shut the door, taking a seat on Luke’s bed. “You know, Jack’s coming back from college to visit next week. Your mother and I were thinking that we could go out to a nice, fancy restaurant for dinner to catch up. Wanna pick the place?”

Luke picked the first restaurant that came to his mind, wanting his dad to get out so Y/N could come out of that cramped closet. He can only imagine how uncomfortable she must be.

“What about Chandra’s?” He rushed out.

Andrew’s facial expression turned hard. “That nigger restaurant? Not a chance in hell. We don’t wanna take your older brother to a restaurant filled with those disgusting porch monkeys.”

“I hear the food’s really good though! Michael and Ashton went there last week. They said–”

“Doesn’t matter what they said, I don’t like those twats anyway! We’re not going!” Andrew snapped.

Luke sighed. He’ll never understand why people are like this. All humans are equal, why are most so discriminated against?

“I’ll pick the damn restaurant.” His father grumbled before getting up and storming out of the room., slamming the door behind him.

Luke waited a few seconds before coming toward the closet and opening the door. Y/N nearly fell out, but Luke caught her in his arms before she could fall too far.

“Get a bigger closet.” She joked.

“Get a smaller dress.” Luke chuckled, referring to her poodle skirt.

They shared a short laugh and then it went silent. Luke knew Y/N had heard everything his father said about her people, he could tell by her hurt facial expression. Without a word he pulled her in for a hug, holding her tightly yet comfortably.

“You know I love you, right?” He mumbled to her, slightly rocking them side-to-side.

“Yeah. I love you too. I just wish things were different.” She spoke in a whisper.

“I know, I do too. I promise you, things are gonna get better.”

“Promise is a big word, Luke.”

Luke pulled away from the hug and placed his palms on her cheeks, looking into her eyes.

“I know. Things are gonna change.” He spoke softly.

She wanted to believe him, she really did. But the way things are right now, how bad things are, she didn’t think change was coming any time soon. Nevertheless, she nodded her head anyway. A small smile spread on Luke’s lips and he leaned in to peck her lips gently.

“I should go now before they come back up.” She said, then headed to the window.

“See you tomorrow then.” Luke called after her, making sure to not be too loud for his parents to hear.

She sent a smile back at him and then began to lift the window up, hopping out and running away from his house until she was a safe distance away. Then, she started on the 3-block walk home.

(*)

The next day at school was just like any normal school day. Racist slurs getting shouted at Y/N and her friend, paper balls getting thrown at them, etc. Luke saw everything that happened to her and he damn near hated himself for being too scared to stop it. His friends, Michael and Ashton, were non-racists as well, which was why Luke’s parents (especially Andrew) hated them so much. Luke was careful with who he chose as his friends. He would never befriend a racist, or anyone who discriminated against anyone. That caused him to only have two friends. Well three, if you count his older brother, Jack.

There was another guy, Calum, who was in his English class. He’s tried speaking to Calum on multiple occasions, but the boy was very quiet and refused to talk to any white people. It was understandable too. Calum was also discriminated against and he wasn’t even black. He had brown skin though, and that was unacceptable to the white community. He was Y/N’s best and only friend, they were closer than two peas in a pod.

As Y/N was walking through the halls with Calum, going on about her time with Luke yesterday (a relationship that Calum didn’t like either, but not for racist reasons. He didn’t want his girl getting hurt by him.), a white boy walked past them and knocked both her and Calum’s books out of their hands. They both rolled their eyes and was about to bend down to pick up their books, but a voice not to far away spoke up. Y/N and Calum froze, they knew that voice without even looking up.

“Excuse you, Richard!” Luke called out.

Luke had enough. He hated seeing his girlfriend being so mistreated and he hated himself for never speaking up about it. But now, as of this moment, he refused to see anything happen to her and not say anything about it. He didn’t wanna be weak anymore. He was done.

Y/N turned to look at him and saw that Ashton and Michael’s eyes were as wide as hers.

The boy, Richard, turned around to Luke. “What?” He asked, clueless as to why he was getting called out by Luke.

“Pick those up.” Luke demanded, walking closer to him.

Richard turned his head to look at Y/N and Calum, who were both frozen in place with their eyes wide and their mouths dropped. He scoffed.

“I don’t have to do shit for those banjo-lipped monkeys.” He chuckled, making a small crowd of people laugh as well.

But Luke wasn’t amused. In fact, that comment only made him angrier.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Luke seethed through clenched teeth.

Richard’s laughter died down to nervous laughter when he saw the less-than-impressed facial expression Luke had, which was understandable. Luke towered over Richard by at least 4 inches, and he was definitely broader than him by a long shot.

“What’s up with you, man?” Richard asked him, a bit of fear taking place in his eyes.

“Pick. Those. Up.” Luke repeated himself from earlier, balling up his fists.

The tension in the hallway was thick, so thick you could literally feel it. The crowd was quiet and watching intensely, Y/N and Calum still haven’t moved, and Ashton and Michael had to be the most surprised of all. No one had ever seen this side of Luke before. No one even thought he possessed a mean side.

Richard sighed and looked around at the crowd watching them, deciding which was the smarter decision. Should he fight Luke? Would it be worth it? Probably not. Luke could take him any day. In fact, Luke could easily wipe the floor with him. He sighed again, deeper this time, and ran a hand through his dirty-blonde hair. He walked over to Y/N and Calum, bent down, and picked their books up for them, handing the items to them. A few people in the crowd gasped and others began whispering and murmuring to each other.

“Sorry.” He muttered.

“Th-Thank you…” Y/N said quietly.

“Thanks.” Calum mumbled, still in complete shock.

Richard gave a small nod and turned back around, walking through the crowd of people who were shaking their heads at him. All attention turned back to Luke.

“Anyone else have a problem with these two?!” He yelled, referring to Y/N and Calum.

The crowd was quiet. No one spoke up, no one wanted to be humiliated like Richard.

“Still think he’s racist?” Y/N quietly whispered to Calum.

“Fine, you win.” He whispered back.

Luke looked over to Y/N and gave her a smile, and she shyly gave him one back. He went back over to Ashton and Michael and got his books from his locker, then walked off to his next class. After he was out of sight, the crowd turned to Calum and Y/N, making Y/N’s anxiety levels rise. Her hands started shaking and her breathing became a bit heavier. Calum noticed this and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the crowd and walking off to their next class.

(*)

“Luke, you’re gonna get me and Calum jumped if you pull stuff like that.” Y/N scolded him as she was pacing back and forth in his room.

“What was I supposed to do? Keep letting you get treated like that?!” Luke argued back, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Yes! That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do! Like, you’ve been doing!”

Luke groaned, rolling his eyes. Y/N stopped pacing and took a deep breath. Then, she walked over to Luke and knelt down in front of him so that she could look into his eyes. She placed her hand on his thigh and rubbed it softly as she spoke.

“Look. I appreciate the thought and I know your heart was in the right place, but you can’t just do stuff like that, Luke. You could get both of us hurt. Just leave it alone, alright?”

“I can’t, baby. I’ve seen you cry too many times over those bullies at school and I’m sick of not doing anything about it.” He placed his palms on her cheeks again. “Now, no one will mess with you or Calum ever again.”

Y/N shook her head.

“It doesn’t work like that. Things might even get worse now.” She felt a lump forming in her throat as she spoke. “The world is dark, Luke. It doesn’t matter what you say to those people with strong bigot opinions, nothing will change the way they feel about people like me and Calum. Its just the way it is.”

“Things can change.” Luke said, about to continue, but he saw the doubtful facial expresson Y/N held and decided against saying what he was going to say next. “But lets not worry about these things right now, okay? C'mere. Stand up.”

She stood up and he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. He pulled her onto his lap and began peppering soft kisses along her neck and her collarbones. She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed in contentment.

“Lets just forget the outside world right now.” Luke mumbled against her beautiful dark skin, placing another kiss on it. “Right now, its just us.”