I Like That Toby Was Briefly Mentioned To Have German Ancestry But Some Fics Have Him Being So Fluent

I like that toby was briefly mentioned to have German ancestry but some fics have him being so fluent in German he will occasionally slip into it for entire sentences. I’m about to make Natalie speak fluent French cuz of her last name

Orange Peels

a One Direction OT5/Zianourry oneshot

Summary: They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed cool skin.

The five of them, untouchable. 

there’s not enough OT5/Zianourry fics so i wrote one instead of studying for my positive psych exam.

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That we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when they became one instead of five. The transition between strangers to friends to lovers were so blurred that he supposed they just faded into it. It was familiar, like something they’ve done so many times before.

Niall can remember the first time they had properly met, back in the X Factor competition. It was almost tangible - all the hopes and dreams and passion from each and every contestant waiting for their turn backstage - and Niall could feel his own dreams thrumming in his chest and surging through his veins like he was made of fantasy.

He listened attentively to the contestants, hearing the way they poured their all into the songs they sang as if that was all they ever were and he started biting his nails. And when he got through, his heart soared higher than any bird or plane, completely blinded by the stage lights. For a little while, he thought ‘it can't possibly get any better than this.’

But he was wrong and he couldn’t have been happier about it. When the five were told yes at the judge’s house, Niall felt as if he were flying, head up high in the clouds and his feet nowhere close to the ground. Like all he had to do was stretch his arms and his fingertips will scrape against the surface of a star but this time there were four other hands, all reaching for the same star, the same dream. Faintly, he had registered several pairs of hands grabbing for his shirt and hair and the boys, the ones he met not so long ago, were yelling in his ear and when he looked at them all, he knew they were going to be alright.

Within days, they had each other memorized like their own palm lines, talking and spilling and giggling and laughing like they’ve known each other their whole lives, and Niall was certain he had never had anything like it before. There were almost no lines to cross, nothing was too much or too little. Secrets were uttered out in the dead of night from blanket-covered lips, fears and dreams mumbled during all-nighters under the cover of a quiet movie and its’ sharp contrasting lights. It was only them and he loved them. 

Niall supposed they should’ve crashed back down at some point - stop being so clingy and touchy and affectionate so openly when they were in a competition and start acting more like the boys from school - but they never did. Every performance was a thrill and he was holding onto the sun like it was a balloon on a string - beaming, singing, loving every second of everything. When they weren't rehearsing or performing, all five would be in their shared bedroom, on the large bed that they made simply by pushing and throwing all the blankets, pillows, and mattresses in the middle of their floor.

It was a mess but it was their mess and it was warm and cosy and they were Niall's home away from home. Clothes were strewn around the room and just like that, they begun sharing. They did try to clean up a bit whenever a camera is about to film their room but it always returned to the comfortable chaos that it was when nighttime hit anyway.

There wasn’t really a time where Niall could say his feelings for them deepened or when their touches and words started to have double meanings. He fell so fast that all he had to do was blink and he was drowning in the depths of Louis’ eyes, the warmth of Liam’s hold, the crackling passion of Harry’s love, and suffocating himself in the safety that Zayn exuded. Their love curled around him like a blanket during Christmas, feeling as though he had been given a hot cup of chocolate as the snowflakes drifted past their windows, with each sip warming his insides. It was like everything had changed but nothing did at the same time.

And he knew he wasn’t the only one because Harry had trouble dragging his eyes off of them whenever they had interviews, and Zayn let his touches linger longer than he used to, and Louis would sit back and smile at them contently whenever he thought no one was looking, and Liam would touch them like they were all made of glass. It was as easy and natural as breathing, and trying to fight against it would be as hard as swimming against a current so what else were they supposed to do but fall right in?

They knew each other better than they knew themselves. He could tell who was who just by the touch of his fingertips on theirs; by the heat of their breaths on his exposed cool skin.

With every new song, their excitement grew and grew, and there’s so much that it just wants to burst out of Niall’s skin so he goes and touches Harry - grinning so hard that Niall was almost scared his face would split and he’d lose his dimples - just to share his feeling, to give him at least a little piece of his joy, to tell him I’m so happy and excited and I must tell you because it’s so important to me and I love you but Harry was already there. And so was Louis, and Liam, and Zayn.

All of them, so close and so happy, singing and laughing into each other’s mouths. Someone’s playing a sort of instrument that can barely be distinguished in the loud chaos of music but it’s there and Niall feels it buzzing in the air. The five of them, getting a taste of immortality, even if it was just for those few minutes.

The five of them, untouchable. 

It was like being in the middle of a thunderstorm, air crackling and spitting with electricity as lightning struck the ground around them, each strike close enough to make his hair stand on end. Like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, lacking a life jacket and the knowledge on how to swim, only holding onto each other to keep each other afloat. And he knew, running deep and wholly through every bone and fibre in his being, that even if they didn’t get put in a group during the X Factor – if they never got to experience all the wonderful and tragic things they’ve experienced together in the past four years – they would’ve found their way to each other eventually.

Niall didn’t think he would believe in soulmates. Every time he’s heard of it, it sounded like a fairytale that was too good to be true; a person who just knows you and loves you and finds you whenever they can, wherever they can. But as he looked over at his four boys, pure adoration scribbled messily all over his face, Niall would think it was ridiculous of him to not believe it. How could he not when the proof was right there?

Infinity times infinity times infinity times infinity. Let there be light, let there be light, let me be right.

i hope all the kindness i exude now makes up for all the bad i did when i was 13.

I've been rewatching a lot of Skeppy + Techno videos lately for the free serotonin, and sometimes I forget how funny their dynamic is.

Like, I love a duo that is basically an unamused (but secretly very amused) big german shepherd and a yappy chihuahua who thinks he ever stands a chance at beating up the bigger dog.

that, or skeppy is just techno's squeaky toy

punks not dead (but you will be) closeups under cut :))

...also i wasn't thinking while drawing this so uhhh in this au tim and toby are left handed ok

how am i supposed to pass my psych exams when all i can think about is writing with metaphors and One Direction