malik sisters

stultiloquentia  asked:

Yes!!! Do you have any interest in writing a NurseyDex continuation of your Sprezzatura 'verse? If not, hit me up with some competence kink - Dex POV of Nursey, or Falcs' POV of Bitty, or Jack, or whomever strikes your fancy; I'm so easy. :D

So, uh, this one got long. Here’s a continuation of the Sprezzatura ’verse.


Derek consciously told himself to unclench his teeth and relax his jaw. He hated calculus. So much. His brain simply refused to work the way the book and the professor seemed to think it should and he just needed to get through this class and then he’d have completed his stupid math requirement and never have to worry about it again. But first he had to pass it.

He was going to have to ask for help.

He hated asking for help.

He was going to do it anyway. You don’t have to be perfect at everything, he reminded himself. He was still clenching his teeth again when he texted Dex, though.

Ice: Yo, can you help me with calc?

Fire: Be there in ~15 mins. Need help with English anyway.

Derek sat back in his chair and scrubbed his hands over his face, then rolled his neck from side to side a few times and shook out his arms, trying to just fucking chill already. He found one of his wordless playlists to put on and tried to at least review the examples again before Dex got there so maybe he wouldn’t seem like a complete idiot. Ugh, he hated math.

Well, no, he just hated calculus. Or rather, the way calculus made him feel. He had never found a way to make calculus appear effortless for him, and he was getting really tired of grinding his teeth.

He was glad to get up and answer the door when Dex knocked. “C’mon in, man, you can sit wherever. My roommate has a new girlfriend, so he won’t care.”

Dex frowned at the thought of sitting on someone else’s bed without permission and dumped his bag on Derek’s bed instead. Which Derek had known he would do. He bit back a grin.

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So you know how you have characters the you shamelessly ship yourself with? Do you guys also take characters and just be like you’re my sister/brother/(best) friend/enemy or something like that?

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Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid packs.

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-credits on Twitter @bllhaz

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Au: You’re Niall’s little sister and start dating Luke. Instead of being upset, Niall is happy with your choice and wishes the two of you all the best. When he sees how much hate you get from the fans, Niall starts to worry and does everything to help you and Luke to stop the hate.

Requested by Anon: “Can I have one with gif when I’m Niall’s little sister and I’m dating Luke Hemmings and he become overprotective and helps the both of us through the hate … Thanks =)”

(hope we got your request right! We tried our best)

the whole idea that a band member who left the band deserves to be hated and dragged all over the internet has always been weird to me like…do y’all cry that your coworker betrayed you when they quit the job to go work somewhere else? 

BSM 14: his Prom Tweet (Age: 16-18)

Liam (16):

Louis (17):

Niall (17):

Zayn (16):

Harry (18):


A/N: Hii lovelies… I hope you like this, sorry if it looks crap but i made this at school.. Probably the guy that was sitting next to me thinks i’m crazy but yeah… that’s normal, it’s not something new. Loves Charlie

One direction BSM #60 Your boyfriend pressures you so he gives you advice *TRIGGER WARNING. MENTIONS OF RAPE*

Request: Your boyfriend pressures you, he finds out and gives you advice.

LIAM (age 15): “Y/N! We need to have a talk!” Liam yells up the stairs ominously, and you don’t even try to hide the apprehension on your face when you find him standing in the kitchen. You look at his furrowed brows before letting your eyes fall to the counter top. Your breathing hitches when you see your pack of smokes. “Care to explain?” Liam asked calmly, tapping his fingers against the marble. “You were right,” you said after a moment of silence. “Right about what?” You laughed humorlessly. “About Daniel. He’s making me do all these, things, Li. Things I don’t want to do. Like smoke. I hate it,” you admitted, cheeks burning red with shame. “Has he made you do any sexual things?” Your eyes widened dangerously, and for a moment, you were worried they’d pop out of their sockets. “Heavens no! Just, smoking and drinking. I don’t know how to get out of it.” Liam sighed deeply, kicked the trashcan harshly before dumping the pack of cigarettes in it. “I’ll help, okay? I suppose you haven’t broken up with him because you’re scared?” You nodded slightly. “Right. I can be there when you do it. He seems like he likes to play tough, but I’ve got three inches on him. He won’t try anything,” Liam said seriously, but then puffed out his chest and hit it once with a closed fist. You snorted and rolled your eyes, but there was relief curling in your gut. “I’d really like that. And another time I’ll listen to you regarding boys. Thanks Li.” Liam’s ears starting burning and he coughed loudly to cover it up. “’S what I’m here for.”

LOUIS (age 16): You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe. With shaky fingers and swaying on your feet, you managed to unlock the door to the house, and slip inside almost soundlessly. “Y/N! I’ve been waiting up for ages! Where have you-“ Louis stopped when you came into view, and he saw the violent shudders rack through your body and the unmistakable mixture of mascara and tears trailing down your cheeks. “Bug? What’s wrong?” he muttered quietly, and took a few hesitant steps towards you. When he was within arm reach, you fell forward into his arms and started sobbing in earnest. “H-he made m-me have s-sex with him,” you hiccupped around the tears as your fingers clutched Louis’ shirt uselessly. “Oh god, love no,” Louis blabbered as he squeezed you tight. “I didn’t w-want to,” you continued. “I know, shit, I know. We have to go to the police or something.” You whimpered and buried your face in Louis’ chest. “No! H-he’ll get m-mad.” Louis peppered kisses into your hair in a somewhat soothing manner. “But he raped you. I won’t let him get away with that. I like to think I have bit of an advantage. I’ll make sure he gets what he deserves, don’t you worry. He won’t ever touch you again, I’ll promise you that.” You were silent for a moment. “He didn’t rape me per say. H-he just pressured me. I-I didn’t know how to say no.” Louis pulled back to wipe fruitlessly at your damp cheeks. New ones instantly replaced the removed tears. “That’s still rape love. An absent no doesn’t mean yes, okay?” You nodded as Louis’ arms curled around you once again. “Okay.”

ZAYN (age 17): “Zayn?” you asked quietly, half hoping he wouldn’t hear and you could just leave and pretend nothing happened. “Yeah?” He looked up from the book perched in his lap to look at you over the rim of his glasses. “I need some advice. I-is it okay?” You wrung your hands together nervously before tucking them into your sleeves. “Of course. C’mere,” he said softly, as if he was worried he’d scare you off. A sudden movement, you thought. And he just might. You sat down next to him on the couch, right at the edge of the seat as if you were prepared to bolt any second. “That’s ridiculous,” Zayn murmured to himself before pulling you close. You froze for a moment before letting out a deep breath and resting your head on his chest and bunching your fingers in his sweater. “Derek, h-he asked me to,” you swallowed audibly and grabbed Zayn’s hand before mustering up the courage to continue. “He wants me to steal alcohol for him,” you admitted in a whisper. “He what?” Zayn asked flabbergasted. “I don’t know what to do. What do I do?” Zayn seemed to ponder the question in an astonished silence. “Uh, you should break up with him, definitely. That, wow, uh, he can’t ask that of you.” You drew your knees up to your chest so you took up as little space as possible. “And you don’t think I’m being over-dramatic?” you asked unsure. “What? No! Who said that?” You shrugged, but you supposed Zayn felt it rather than saw it. “My friends. They said it wasn’t that big of a deal and I should just do it.” There was a pregnant silence. “Maybe you should break up with your friends too.”

NIALL (age 18): “That’s bullshit!” you yelled at the TV angrily and very damn near chucked the controller at your smirking brother. “Just admit it already. I’m the absolute best at FIFA,” Niall cheered. “You’re not good I just suck even more,” you grumbled. Saved by the bell, you thought as your phone buzzed in your pocket. “’Ello?” you greeted, flicking Niall’s ear when he started singing We are the champions and changed the lyrics to: “I am the champion.” “It’s Simon,” your boyfriend greeted on the other end. “Oh hi,” you said absentmindedly as Niall started dancing Macarena. “I just wanted to hear if we could hang out today?” You hesitated. “Uh, Niall is home, so I wanted to spend some time with him actually,” you admitted a bit guiltily. “Oh. I just thought we could, you know, try out some things today,” Simon said cockily. “What things?” you questioned, suddenly all too focused on what he was saying. “Sexy things,” he all but purred. “I’ll get back to you on that,” you said hurriedly before ending the call and immediately turning off your phone. “What was it?” Niall asked as he finally sat back down, slightly out of breath and hair tousled. “Simon wants to have sex. But I don’t want to have sex,” you explained. “Then don’t. You don’t even like this guy that much, do you?” You shrugged. “Guess not. I should probably break it off with him.” Niall nodded seriously, but then he waggled his eyebrows. “First though, I think we should play Just Dance.” You cackled as Niall turned off the playstation and started the WII. “Then we’re dancing to What makes you beautiful.”

HARRY (age 15): “Haz? How do you tell someone you don’t want to have sex with them?” you asked over breakfast one morning, and Harry choked on his tea. He coughed madly and hit his chest a few time. “What?” he asked with a scratchy voice, pitch even lower than usual. “Frederik has been talking about maybe having sex soon but I don’t want to. He keeps bugging me about it. I don’t know what to say.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but you could tell Harry saw right through it. “He doesn’t just bug you about it, does he?” You shoved another spoonful of cereal into your mouth. “He mentions it every time we talk. Dirty talks sometimes too. I’ve tried to get him to stop, but I don’t know what to say so he’ll understand.” Harry rubbed a hand down his face. “Stop should be sufficient, actually. But I guess some teenage boys are thick-headed.” You stared at your brother solemnly. “Try all of them,” you muttered after a moment of silence. “Yeah. Anyways, tell him you’re simply not ready. If he keeps going, then he’s just not worth your time.” You sat in a stunned silence. “That’s actually a decent advice. Thanks bro, I’m impressed.” Harry stood from his seat and took a deep bow so his fringe was sweeping across the floor. “Oi, princess, finish your cereal. It’s going to go all soggy. You know I hate that.” Harry pulled a face when he finally slipped back onto his stool. “I thought we were past the princess thing.” “Never.”

BSM 19: You’re in a treatment center for Anorexia (Request; Harry – Age 16)

Can you do a preference where you are Harrys little sister and you are in a treatment center for anorexia? Thanks

**Attention**
Please, if this subject affect you negatively! Don’t read it!

Everyday morning started with a full breakfast, two slices bread ; milk; glass water and bowl with cereals. Everyone has a half hour to eat everything on her/his tray, if someone didn’t. Everyone in the group lost fifteen minutes of her/his family time. Today you don’t feel well because you knew Harry was back from tour and he didn’t visited you once. You thought he probably forgot you and your insecure side showed himself again. ‘Good morning Y/n’ a nurse opened your door ‘Breakfast time’ you didn’t said a word and turned yourself away from her so you were watching the wall. ‘C’mon the other girls are waiting on you’ sighed you stood up knowing that if you didn’t eat, everyone lost family time. It was almost a week ago that you saw your parents and Gemma. When you walked in the dining room everyone was silent, like every day. ‘Okay, now that everyone’s here we can start.’ Sighed you started with your cereals, it took more time than it usually need and when you started with your last slice of bread it was already time. ‘Sorry girls but we know the rules’ a few older girls glared but you don’t care, you threw the last slice on your platter and walked back towards your room. You were lying a whole day on bed, alone for dinner you leaved the room. It was lonely here most of the time, you never were good in making friends.** Days flew by and before you knew it was Friday, you walked towards the room where probably your parents and Gemma were sitting. You were right, your mom took you in a hug and squeezed you dead ‘I missed you’ before she let you go she placed a kiss on your forehead ‘missed you too’ you sighed and greeted Gemma and Robin. ‘So tell me what’s up for this week’ Gemma sat close next to you ‘not much’ you turned your head in the other direction. ‘Baby are you crying?’ your mom walked over and took you in her arms ‘what’s wrong?’ she stroked your arm ‘I miss Harry, he promised to be here’ you wiped your tears away ‘but sweetie he’s on his way, he couldn’t make it earlier so we didn’t waited on him’ you turned your head towards your mom but someone else catches your sight. ‘HARRY?’ before your brains worked you stood up and ran towards him, falling in his arms ‘Y/N!’ you both hold each other tightly. ‘I thought you forgot me!’ you whispered in the hug what made him pull back ‘What do you mean forgot? How can I forget my little sister?’ he wiped your fresh tears away and kissed your cheek. ‘You didn’t show up a whole week, while you promised that you would stand here the first day when you were back from tour.’ He sighed ‘You know better than me that we only can visit you once a week’ he pouted and took you again in a hug. ‘Man, I missed this!’ he whispered ‘I want a hug too.. groups hug?’ Harry and you looked to Gemma and smiled. ‘No!’ she pouted first but a second later she looked confused bc there was a smirk playing on your face. ‘Wha-‘ before she could say more you jumped in her arms, Harry placed his arms around both of you  ‘No because not want but need this hug! I missing you both too much. I can’t wait to leave here’ they chuckled and ruffled your hair. ‘No, the rule “don’t touch my hair” still exists, even when I’m not home’ they laughed and teased you more. But you know that when they teased you they actually loved you and that was enough to fight for. Everything for your family…

A/N: sorry for the late update! I know it’s not my best pref but hopefully you like it.. ?? x Charlie