this bitch (Y/N) always be gettin mad dick like no tomorrow
After the boys said goodbye to Michael you shut the door behind them still giggling to yourself. Luke didn’t even bother saying goodbye he was still a little wary around your boyfriend. You were about to order a pizza for the both of you when Michael barked at your from the bedroom.
Not Your Song (Luke)
request: One shot y/n of an ex hearing amnesia and realising it’s about her and going to luke bc she still has feelings for him and he tries to deny it and act all punk rock but they end up doing the sex and getting back together
a/n: luke smut is always nice thank you for the request i hope i didn’t butcher it xo
word count: 1807
You were fuming. A new song came on the radio by your ex-boyfriend’s band and the lyrics wouldn’t leave your head because they only reminded you of your relationship. Your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as you pulled into Luke’s driveway.
You weren’t going to lie if people asked if you missed him. Of course you did. You had been together for a long time and it’s not like you can get over someone like Luke Hemmings very easily.
You pulled out the key he never took back from you to the house, unlocked the door, and walked in, finding him on the couch with his guitar and a notepad.
Luke jumped off the couch and nearly stood in a fighting stance as you closed the door behind you. You smirked at him and the way he stood with his fists up. “Oh, Jesus Christ, it’s only you,” he said as he let out a relieved sigh. “What the hell are you doing here anyway?”
You crossed your arms as you walked over to where he was standing near the couch. “I just wanted to come by to tell you that I like the song you wrote about me, Luke.” You said with a sly grin.
He grimaced slightly. “What? What song?”
"Amnesia, yeah? I heard it come on the radio."
"Oh, that one," he nearly chuckled, "Y/N, that song’s not even about you."
Your eyebrows raised. “Really?” You asked. “Then who’s it about?”
He looked away and avoided eye contact with you at all costs. He pretended to pick at his nail as he spoke. “Some other girl that I fucked,” he muttered rather casually.
"So, is that what I am to you, too? Just a girl that you ended up fucking?" Your grin faded as you felt yourself scowling a bit. You didn’t date for nearly two years just to end up being on the wrong end of a song and another girl that was only there to be fucked.
So this guy knows Harry and onfg I can’t stop laughing
How many people have to out Harry before some of you finally get it
The right answer to give is that “calling him gay is not an insult” though.
the baby boomer culture: how an entire generation literally will not shut up about young people doing things they enjoy
The Divorce Culture: how an entire generation couldn’t keep it together, and forgot how to not project their insecurities onto children.