#why cant you be real zayne

[waowo]

HAVING A MELT DOWN BECAUSE OF THIS AAAAAAAAA

being a med/premed student and having zayne as your boyfriend is literally a godsend. he helps you study for your exams, quizzing you on each topic until you nail them down and explaining those you just can't seem to wrap your head around in a pace most comfortable to you. he's patient, always adjusting how he teaches things in whichever way you can grasp them quickly. sometimes, he likes to challenge you, asking questions in between each point of the procedure as a way to work your brain. other times, he guides you carefully through it, holding your hand each step of the way. he speaks slowly, emphasizing the key points and allowing the little gears in your mind to turn.

he makes sure to reward you accordingly. a kiss on the tip of your nose for every five questions you get right. on the cheek for every ten. one on the lips if you can explain concepts or procedures without stuttering. a whole night of cuddle time if you manage to make it through your study sessions.

and something more, something a little heated if he feels you've surpassed your limits for the day and yet you insist on doing more. one hand on your thigh, his hot breath fanning across the skin behind your ear as he coaxes you into going to bed, and you're a goner, already mindlessly following zayne to your bedroom with a few disgruntled complaints about how unfair he is muttered under your breath.

how else is he supposed to ensure you get enough rest anyway?

and he talks you through it on days where it's exceptionally hard. when you feel like you're drowning in coursework and just barely passing test scores. when you lose sight of the future and begin to question the decisions you made. he moves your hair out of the way and wipes the tears off your face, reassuring you that it'll get better soon, and he'll always be by your side through ups and downs.

[idorukiss]

Heres a sorta drabble/headcanon of sorts of how I picture MC's relationship with Sylus would devleop~ I'm not much of a writer but the brainrot is real and ive made similar ones for the other boys too!

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‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙⁺˚･༓･˚⁺‧͙ Xavier ・ Zayne ・ Rafayel

Sylus is always prepared for any and every situation that could happen when he works, In all his time reigning over the N109 zone there hasn't been a single thing or person that hasn’t been accounted for to some degree- that was until you showed up at least. Like a black cat, you seemed to bring unexpected chaos wherever you stepped.

Of course he couldn’t help but do everything he can to keep you by his side, not only to be a formidable ally but simply cause he finds you as a whole fascinating. What kind of things will you say next? How will you get out of this situation? It’s like a game to him, one that he can’t predict or brute force the ending to.

While the two of you didn't get off on the best foot at the start, he proved himself very trusting and that he cared for your well being fairly easily. Sure he would take chances to tease you for the littlest things- even creating various situations just to see your reaction to them, but he still honestly responded to your every question and kept you as best in the loop for things as he was able.

It was strange yet nice to have someone like him by your side, someone so strong and confident that you could trust to cover your back and seemingly trusted you as much to cover his in return. It was a dynamic you weren’t that used to yet, sure you had your fellow hunters but no matter how much you fought alongside any of them you just couldn’t find yourself fully trusting in their abilities like this.

The more he got to know you the more he found himself thinking about you and the things you like. Often swiping his card first and thinking later any time your face flashed in his mind when perusing wares. He wonders how long it will take you to realize he keeps all of his estates fully stocked with presents and everything you might need in the event you show up to any of them.

“Sylus? Why are you calling me so early??” “Check your door kitten, you should have a package waiting for you” “Don't tell me its another gun, I keep telling you I can't use these outside of the N109 zone” he chuckles deeply “Well I could get you a gun too if you really want one. But no, it's something different this time” Curiously you grab the box and start to open it “...A teddy bear?” “Do you not like it? I figured it could add to your growing plush collection.” You let out a small giggle “That's so sweet of you. But you didn't have to send it to me right away, you could've left it in my room for the next time I came by like usual.” his voice is soft, almost whispering into your ear “I couldn't wait to give it to you is all. Wont you accept my gift?” Your heart pounds “I love it, thank you. Ill be sure to sleep with it every night!” your face is beaming, he cant see it through the phone but he can surely hear it in your voice.

Any time you find yourself without missions long enough to justify the trip, you spend it in the N109 zone with him. You told yourself at first it was just to keep an eye on him and see if you can catch any weaknesses, but you were secretly excited to be spending time with him even if it was just sitting in content silence together while he worked. And despite his unchanging face, Sylus might’ve looked forward to each of your visits even more than you.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary to accompany him to various events and gatherings, and it was surely strictly for business at first. Now though? It’s hard to tell. Not that you mind either way, it just felt nice to have his arm around you and being doted on throughout the night. When people inquired about who you were, he would usually refer to you as his woman in a more joking way at first, but your heart couldn't help but flip the first time he said it more genuinely. While looking right at you with a smile.

One very late night after attending a party, you couldn't help but doze off in the car on the way back to his place. It was much later in the night than you are typically used to, you don’t know how he can function at this time of night most days. You can’t help but let your mind wander and picture what day to day life with him would be like if you just never went back home.- If you stayed by his side for the rest of time.

He gently carries you inside, but instead of going all of the way to your dedicated room he brings you with him into his. There's no nefarious plans, he just simply wants to have you by his side longer and has wished to wake up to your face for far too long. A faint hum stirs you from your dreams as you are being gently placed onto the comfort of his mattress. A small kiss pressed to the top of your head as the blankets pulled over you before he quietly climbs in beside you.

Did you even wake up in the first place? Even if it was still a dream it meant everything to you, and you reach an arm out pulling yourself close to him and nuzzling into his side. Your eyes flutter closed once more enjoying his warmth as he quietly chuckles to himself and wraps an arm around you in return, falling into a blissful sleep of his own. Neither of you would give up this moment for the world, you were meant to be in each other’s arms just like this for eternity.

He would kill for you, and you would live for him. Nothing anyone could do would predict your love for one another, and you'll continue to defy fate to be with him

[magicalbuttertarts]

Smut Prompt List 2

Main Masterlist

Pick a number from one category

The wrestler of your choice.

If you wish for the wrestlers real name to be used or just their wrestling name.

If the reader is m, f, or a member of the lgbtq+. Or if it is another wrestler

Please be 18+

Send to my ASKs.

Once picked, it will be crossed out until I write it & then it will have a link to the story, with the requested ship next to it.

These won't be very long. A few hundred words.

Guidelines are here for my requests, including for this prompt list.

Please let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list for this.

Prompt list is from here

Just a reminder, these are all smut

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself”

“No panties?”

“Look what you do to me” ' Triple H x f/Reader

“If you want to cum you have to beg”

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” - Roman Reigns x f/Reader

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“I love it when you kiss my neck”

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now”

“Don’t give me that look” - Tama Tonga x f/Reader

“Try to stay quiet okay.”

“How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!”

“I want you inside me”

“Think you can handle that much”

“How do you feel about two at once?” - Grayson Waller x f/Reader x Austin Theory

“Wanna join?” - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta

“We’re in public, you know”

“I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” - Jimmy Uso x f/Reader

“Stop teasing me so much”

“You better watch your fucking mouth” - Grayson Waller x f/Reader

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

“You look so good on your knees like that”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” - Jamie Hayter x f/Reader

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“If we get caught I’m blaming you” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“Come here, you can sit on my lap till I’m finished” - Triple H x f/Reader

“I’m not jealous, it’s just your mine” - Sami Zayn x Jey Uso

“Touch me and you lose”

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” - Daniel Garcia x f/Reader

“Stop doing that”

“I cant stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly”

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed” - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

“Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?” - Damian Priest x f/Reader

“Why don’t we film it?” - Kenny Omega x f/Reader

“You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you” - Jay White x f/Reader

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“Want me to serenade you while you strip?”

“We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago” - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on”

“You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck”

[leighsartworks216]

I NEED DOMESTIC ZAYNE SO BAAAAAD 😭

Mornings With Him

A collection of husband!Zayne x F!Reader domestic headcanons [Love and Deepspace]

Summary: Mornings are always better shared. Especially with the love of your life. A collection of fluffy snapshots of mornings spent with husband!Zayne. Pairing: Zayne x F!Reader WC: ~2.1K Content tags: Established relationship, Domestic fluff, Fluff, Romance, Mild suggestiveness

Ever since you married the love of your life and began living together, your mornings have changed for the better. But things haven’t always been so smooth, on account of a few differences in your lifestyle that made themselves glaringly obvious early on.

For one, Zayne is a morning person, and you’re regrettably not. Not to the extent that he is, anyway. You don’t ever clash on this, but it’s caused some… unforeseen difficulties in the past, especially for your husband.

He’s always been the type of person to be ready a full hour before he has to leave, whereas you’re more likely to be rushing out the door exactly on the dot, if not later. On top of that, he’s also a morning runner. So when he would try to quietly sneak out of bed to begin his rigorous routine every morning and you’d sleepily cling to him, coaxing him back to the warmth of your shared bed with an almost 100% success rate, to the point where he started regularly missing his morning runs, he figured something had to change.

His solution? He’d find a way for the two of you to spend your mornings together, outside of bed.

Thus, he carefully crafts a shared routine for the both of you, easing you into his way of life while easing himself out of the constancy of his own diligence, little by little.

One early morning, as Zayne woefully pulls himself away from your iron grip, he decides to venture towards the kitchen on a mission. He brews two large cups of coffee and returns to your shared bedroom, where he finds you sprawled on his side of the bed, trying to soak up any residual warmth. You lift your gaze, meeting his with sleepy eyes, and he instantly recognizes the look on your face - his betrayal will not be forgiven nor forgotten, especially this early in the morning when you’re less than agreeable on most things. Well, on all things, really.

He sits at the edge of the bed and silently offers a cup — your favorite cup — and you glare for a while before sitting up and grabbing it. It warms your hands, and you start to think about forgiving him for abandoning his duties as your personal heater.

Over the next week, Zayne gradually adds more layers to your shared routine, carving out a space for you in his little tasks. You’ve become less and less insistent on dragging him back to bed by force, knowing that you’ll be rewarded with a delicious coffee delivered straight to you within a few minutes of his departure. Once his peace offering is well received, he wraps your robe around you and takes you by the hand, leading you to sit by the patio window to enjoy your coffee - in the warmer months, you often sit on the porch — and only then does he take the opportunity to complete his run.

There, while listening to birdsong and being caressed by the gentle breeze, you’re thankful for the brief moment of tranquil solitude. Besides, you know that your husband will be back like clockwork, right as you’ve had your last sip. The corners of your lips inevitably tug upwards every time you see him rounding the bend, jogging back to you. It’s as if you’re seeing him for the first time all over again. You stand to meet him halfway through your yard, and he gently kisses your forehead. You wrap your arms around his warm chest, and his embrace feels as comforting as it has ever felt.

You wash your face and brush your teeth while he showers, and vice versa, both of you relishing in the proximity and safety of each others’ presence even while doing something as mundane as getting ready. While you complete the final touches of your routine in the mirror, Zayne works on a simple breakfast. You’ve never been a breakfast person, but after much insistence and lecturing about how it’s the most important meal of the day, you end up caving, graciously accepting anything he offers you in the morning. His prowess at cooking helps too, of course.

Once you’re ready, you sit across from each other at the dining table, where a helping of sometimes egg and toast, sometimes waffles, sometimes fancy greek yogurt, sits waiting for you. There’s often no need for very many words as you share breakfast together. Both of you sit in the solace of each other’s company for a while, comfortable silence occasionally truncated by a comment of yours on how good the food is, or a comment of his on the weather forecast. Eventually, your renewed energy causes conversation to naturally take off, and you end up rambling about mundanities while he listens attentively, as though it’s the most riveting thing in the world.

By the time you’re set to leave, your morning has already brightened, your smile shining brighter than the sun as you offer to tighten your husband’s tie, a ritual he never refuses even though his tie is already in perfect condition. He returns your beaming smile, and finds that his morning has brightened too, more than he ever could have imagined. For a moment, Zayne blissfully contemplates how he would gladly upend his entire mornings, afternoons, evenings, and nights, all at once, in exchange for this view.

Not all mornings are so predictable. In fact, some morning are simply a continuation of a long, long night…

Zayne almost thinks his eyes are deceiving him when he sees your hunched-over form lit up by dancing blue light from the TV screen. When he awoke at four in the morning to an empty and cold bed, he assumed that you fell asleep in front of the lawyer drama you were so captivated with, but he didn’t imagine that you’d still be watching.

He gingerly comes down the steps, socks muffling his movement, and you’re so caught up in your show that you don’t hear him coming. He stands there, amused and baffled all at once, taking in the sight of you. Here sits his wife, normally a pinnacle of responsibility, huddled in a blanket with nothing but her face poking out, eyes bleary with tiredness, but burning with fervent focus at whatever ridiculous plotline is surely unfolding before her. He lets out an incredulous chuckle. The TV volume is almost too low to hear and you’re busy squinting at the subtitles; you’re considerate even in your most unreasonable moments.

“Honey,” he says, breaking the almost-silence.

You slowly turn to face him, a serious expression etched on your face.

“I think Jacob’s gonna cheat… with Anna-Maria,” you say gravely, as if the world hangs in balance.

He makes a mental note never to leave you to your own devices in front of these shows, even if you swear up and down you’ll only watch one more episode before you join him in bed. But for now, he figures you’ll need proper closure on whether Jacob truly plans to cheat on his wife with his legal assistant, and though he’s loath to admit, he’s curious himself, as Jacob always struck him as an honest enough man.

So he plops down next to you, reserving his lecture on your late-night escapade for another time. You unfurl yourself from your blanket-cocoon, wrap the blanket around you both, and snuggle up against him, thankful for the added warmth on this chilly winter morning.

You watch two and a half more episodes together, in which the Jacob storyline wraps up neatly with a bow on top - he was majorly guilty, of course. Zayne turns the TV off when all is said and done, and you sit in silence, processing the somewhat unsatisfying end to the plotline.

“Don’t you think he got off too easy?” you look up with half-lidded eyes and ask Zayne with genuine curiosity. At this point, the show has become entirely too real in your sleepy mind, and you seem to suddenly have a big problems with the gaps in realism. “His wife immediately went to ‘let’s try couples therapy’ and not ‘you’re an asshole and I’m divorcing you.’ She even put some of the blame on herself!”

Zayne can��t help but smile at how serious yet unserious you look right now - it’s frankly adorable.

“Well, Jacob seems to have something called plot armor, so that helped to lessen his sentence.”

You chortle at the clever wordplay, lightly tapping your husband on the chest. Lazily reaching over to pick up your phone, you check the time and let out a groan.

“Oh no. It’s almost six.”

“It sure is,” Zayne replies with a resigned smile.

“And now I’ve kept you up too,” you whine. “Ugh, I’m sorry. We should go get ready.”

But just as you’re about to drag yourself away from him, Zayne pulls you back into his chest.

“Call in.” It’s more of a gentle command than a suggestion.

You contemplate his words for a while, and he hopes that the warm comfort he feels right now, your body against snugly glued to his, will entice you to stay right where you are as much as it’s enticing him.

“I do have a lot of sick days saved up…” you ponder out loud. “Okay, fine, but under one condition.”

Zayne tilts his head at you inquisitively. Conditional capitulation being one of your specialties, he presumes you’re going to drag him through another one of these dramas that you enjoy so much, and that he’s grown to enjoy as well since meeting you (though he would never admit it).

“You call in too,” you say with a mischievous smile. “I stole two whole hours of your beauty sleep, and a certain someone once told me that any less than 8 hours is unhealthy. So let’s just stay right here and nap all day.”

Zayne leans over and plants a gentle kiss on your lips. You have a knack for saying exactly what he wants to hear — yet another one of your specialties.

“Deal.”

Even when you’re on vacation, hundreds of miles away from any and all possible responsibilities, Zayne doesn’t seem to have an off button. He’s up at seven thirty in the morning, and despite your countless nagging about how that’s too early, he’ll insist that it’s far later than his usual, and that it’s perfectly reasonable.

He’s seemingly impervious to jet lag - he’ll tell you all about how good sleep hygiene and optimal nap times contribute to mitigate its effects, though you’re convinced your husband must have some kind of genetic or occupational advantage over you.

Your mornings together begin almost two generous hours after he’s begun his own routine. His 6AM runs are replaced with what he calls a leisurely maintenance routine at the hotel gym. Then, he comes back upstairs to quietly shower off while you’re still dozing, but not before scouting the hotel buffet. This is a very crucial part of his plan for the two of you.

Zayne is thoughtful enough to let you sleep in on vacation, completing the rest of his morning routine as silently as possible, knowing how much you both need the time off. However, once his shower is completed, your time is up. By 9AM, the curtains are flying open, room service is already on the way with coffee, and he’s crawling into the bed you’ve now appropriated as your own, gently but firmly coaxing you awake as you try to cover your eyes in vain. You settle for gluing yourself to his body and using him as a makeshift shield against the bright sun filtering through the window.

“Mmh… ‘s too early,” you mumble into his chest. He smells of hotel soap, and hotel soap has never smelled so good.

“It’s nine in the morning, dear. You’ll stay jet lagged the whole time if we don’t fix that schedule of yours.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah - you’ve heard it all before. But staying right there, on soft plush covers, cuddling with your husband in the morning sun sounds like an awfully good deal in exchange for a little bit of jet lag.

“And the buffet closes at 10:30.”

He never tires of the way your entire body perks up at the magic word. You look up at him, blinking remnants of sleep away, and repeat his words, as if they’re too good to be true.

“Buffet?”

“That’s right.”

“What’s the pastry situation?”

Your suddenly stern face and steadfast determination sends a low rumble of laughter through his chest.

“Full spread. Salty and savoury. Heated on demand.”

You gulp.

“And eggs?”

“However you want them. Unlimited toppings and fillings.”

You practically shove him off and commando-roll out of the queen bed, scurrying around the room to start getting ready. Normally your not-so-gracious dismount from your impromptu cuddle session would’ve earned you a cheeky comment, but as he watches you discard your robe on the bathroom floor, then saunter over to your open luggage to find your “buffet-primed clothes”, as you like to call them, your bare curves basking in the sunlight, he finds that he doesn’t mind your enthusiasm at all.

Thank you for reading! I’ve been thinking about domestic Zayne nonstop so of course I had to write about it. He’s so husband-material coded it’s not even funny. I might write something like this again in the future if I think of more scenarios! 💜

[hcppierthcnever]

“There you are, you’re there with open arms”

description… oc!figureskater girlfriend x oc!figureskater boyfriend

summary… when a skating duo that is adamant about staying friends suddenly finds themselves breaking their own promise

authors note… listen to “there you are” by zayn for this one, absolutely obsessed with the song, as well as figure skating so had to combine the two. As always, let me know what you think🫶🏼

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🎵Billie Eilish - when the party is over

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rosedevlin another competition done, another medal won. We will forever do our best to give you all the best experience watching us skate🫶🏼 @/romansmith

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user1 the best skating duo of the modern era

user2 almost started crying watching you two

user3 gosh I could feel the chemistry through the screen

user4 It was rare, I was there!!🥹

romansmith my turn to choose a song

rosedevlin for internationals we always choose together though

romansmith not this time, I got it all figured out

user5 OMG IM SO EXCITED ALR

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romansmith it was 5 minutes you’re slandering my name here

rosedevlin I was 10min early so I waited 15min

romansmith how is that my fault ma belle??

user10 girl why are you on the floor😭

user6 you two are actually my favs

user7 wish I was as good as you

user8 I missed the practice spams

rosedevlin so did I so did I trust me

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user9 this is sooo girlfriend coded

user10 why is she on the floor again😭

romansmith she needs her daily floor time

rosedevlin the second picture was uncalled for

romansmith you screaming was uncalled for

rosedevlin ITS MR BRIGHTSIDE I HAD TO

user11 OMG YOU ARRIVED IN ESTONIA GOOD LUCK

user12 just get together already I BEG

romansmith I am trying all right

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devlithfan ahead of the competition I wanted to share some of my fav pictures of my favourite people!! Forever a devlith shipper🤞🏼

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user13 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER UGH

user14 the hand kiss?? the faces being so close?? FRIENDS??

user15 so actually this is not platonic!

user16 I feel like I‘m being gaslight by them😔

devlithfan NO CUZ FOR REAL

user17 wanted context but dont think that will change anything

user18 I feel like context might make it more obvious

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user4 BEAUTIFUL STUNNING BREATH TAKING

user8 cant even wrap my head around what yall did

user19 the triple axel WAS SO FLAWLESS

romansmith ready for tomorrow?

rosedevlin ready as I’ll ever be

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user20 traditions🥹

user13 THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER

user21 all the best for tomorrow!!

rosedevlin favourite part of the comp🤭😋

romansmith always about food with you���❤️

user22 manifesting you two will make it official tomorrow🤞🏼🤞🏼

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🎵Zayn - There you are

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romansmith “Friends that I rely on don't come through, they run like the river, but not you” ma belle, my secret is out now, but I’ve been waiting for this❤️

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user23 “secret” okay lets be real here-

rosedevlin so everybody knew except me😭

devlithfan WE TRIED TO TELL YOU

user24 girl we thought you were in on it too

rosedevlin “only you know me the way you know me” I love you🩵

romansmith I have and will always love you❤️

user25 okay now get a room you two

user26 FINALLY

user3 the win is so well deserved for what you did in that free style🙏🏼

[jeontasy]

Win-Win

pt. 1

word count: 5.2k pov: caleb & zayne x female (afab) reader ♡ : Caleb and Zayne both cant sit still after you attended your first college party. You're not sure why they're always so on edge about you having some fun, its not like anything bad is going to happen — right? tags: college/frat party au + you are kindaaaaa intoxicated + mentions & use of weed/alcohol + evol usage + cursing + maybe a bit of ooc at times but its no biggie + is there even a plot??? + smut coming up next chapter beware note: finally the long awaited caleb and zayne story is here *nosebleed* writers block is real because why did this take me almost 2 days to write...anyways i have never written a 3 way story before and tbh i was so faded for the most part writing this so i genuinely hope it doesnt suckdjsnfds i hope its good and that u guys like it! i did not proofread so pls forgive me and pt.2 will be coming up soon!

enjoy as usual :)

Part 2 (m)

Sunday . Jan 1

7:31 A.M

You groan in annoyance at the loud blaring alarm echoing throughout the room. You flail your arm around the bed blindly, reaching for your vibrating phone before hastily shutting it off. The sun was shinning in through the window already but your eyes refused to open. As if the brightness and dry throat wasn't enough of a nuisance, your stomach started growling too.

What the hell even happened last night?

A sharp pain hits you in the head as you try to think back and it makes you wince, you try to get up from the bed to get a glass of water and you freeze when you suddenly feel warm skin touching your fingers. Slowly opening your eyes, you let out a shriek when you see the person laying in bed with you.

"What the FUCK?!"

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Saturday . Dec 31

10:32 P.M

Humming along to the music blasting loudly on the phone, you frantically find a pair of dangling pearl earrings and put it on in front of the mirror. You were way late for the annual New Year's party but it is cooler to show up late, right?

"Come on, we're so late! Are you ready?"

"Coming!!"

You grin as the earrings behave well today and you were able to put them on with ease. Reaching for your lip gloss, you re-apply it onto your lips and made sure your makeup looked perfect. You quickly grab your things and shove them inside your small purse before checking your outfit one last time in the mirror and rush out of your room. Lea; your roommate, was already standing by the foyer with her shoes on and she urgently rushes you as you struggle to put on your boots. She smiles slyly as she texts someone on her phone, "Nick said there's a ton of hot guys there tonight for us," she looks at you with a playful glint in her eyes, "maybe it's about time you mess around with someone before we graduat- hey!" She pouts and rubs her arm at your soft punch, cutting off her words. You finish tying up the laces on your boots and stand up straight to look at her, raising a brow.

"No thanks, after 4 years here I think I've seen it all." you sneered.

You made sure all the lights were closed before walking ahead of Lea, checking your phone to make sure that the cab you called was downstairs. A text pops up at the top and you click into it, using your other hand to press the elevator button.

From: Caleb

hey you arrive at the party yet?

Before you can even respond, another text vibrates in.

From: Caleb

when will you be back?

And followed by multiple more..

From: Caleb

make sure you get home by 12

dont drink too much

youre not wearing too little are you?

let me see what youre wearing

are you going with any guys?

rmbr to text me when you arrive

You rolled your eyes at his texts, he is always like this, you thought to yourself. Its the last year of college and you've spent so much time studying and focusing on classes that you never had the chance to attend an actual party before. When Lea invited you this year, you couldn't help but feel the thrill of going, maybe it was being rebellious? Now you regret even letting Caleb know about it.

You send him a quick reply back before shoving your phone into your purse for the night.

I'm not a little kid anymore, stop bugging me!

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10:48 P.M

Caleb furrows his brows as he stared long at your reply, pursing his lips in annoyance as his eyes practically drilled into the screen. He wanted to call you and give you another nagging before he stopped himself and sighed in defeat, instead he opened up an app on his phone and watches as the tiny blue dot on his screen move at a fast speed towards your campus.

So she called a cab, huh?

He lays back on his hotel bed with one arm on the back of his head as he continued to watch your movement on the map. He didn't tell you that he was back in Linkon for a week but he thought it was better to not let you know yet, especially not when just two weeks ago you both got into an argument about finals.

"She better not get wasted."

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11:02 P.M

The loud music blaring out from the stereos banged on your eardrums as you walked in. The annual New Year's party was always held in the Kappa House by President Nick, who was close friends with Lea. The blue and purple lights glimmer in the dark house as the sounds of music, yelling, and laughing drown out your thoughts.

"You guys finally made it!"

A deep voice greets you and Lea from the shadows as Nick emerges from the crowd of people dancing against each other, running his hand through his ash blonde hair to see better. He grins and pushes two red cups into our hands, the room was too dark to make out what color the liquid was but it smelled like oranges and you can hear the bubbling fizz. Nick and Lea hug each other while he cracks some witty joke about her outfit before he turns to look at you, holding out his hand.

"Hey! Welcome to the party."

You smile sheepishly and shake his hand in return, ears glowing red as you realize you knew nobody at this party besides Lea and had no idea what you should even be doing right now. The nervousness gets the best of you and before you can think coherently you take a big swig of the drink in your hand, emptying the cup. The liquid burns your throat as you let it flow down, the orange flavor lingers faintly as it flows back up to your nose at the same time. Nick hollers loudly which induces the others around him to do the same and he laughs before quickly replacing the empty cup in your hand for another full one, except it felt heavier this time. Where is he pulling out the god damn drinks from?!

"Damn, Lea! Your girl knows how to drink!" Nick looks at you in awe with an impressed smile stretched across his face. Lea looks at you in surprise before laughing too, hanging her arm around your shoulder with a grin.

"Well, she is here to have fun tonight. Lead the way Nick."

You glare at Lea but before you can protest, Nick guides the both of you through the crowd of the big house, it was your first time seeing the inside of this place and you couldn't help but stare in awe. The high ceilings seemed so out of reach, and the big white marble imperial staircase complimented the red and golden decorations hugging the pillars around it. You were taken out of your thoughts when Nick brought you both into a different section of the house, there was a large U-shaped black sectional sofa in the middle with a black stained glass coffee table to match. You held onto Lea tighter on the arm as the shyness slowly creeps up your body, watching as Nick introduced the both of you to the people who were already sitting there, seemingly playing some sort of drinking game.

"You guys have fun, I'll see you around." Nick hugs the both of you with one arm before disappearing into the crowd again.

You follow Lea and sit down on the edge of the sofa, your palms started to sweat as thoughts ran wild in your head which made you clutch your drink even tighter

What do I do now?

What game are they playing?

What if I say the wrong thing?

Where is the bathroom?

A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality, you realize the boy next to you was looking at you with a warm smile. His soft black hair almost draping over his eyes and you notice he has a dimple imprinted on the left side of his cheek

"Hey, first time here?"

You nodded in embarrassment and lick your lips, "How'd you know?".

The boy chuckles and stares back at you with a smug glint in his eyes, "I've been to all of Nick's parties. Never seen you before." He rests his cheek in his hand as he props it on his thigh, smiling up at you. Your face flush red and it edges you to take another sip of your drink. The same burning sensation hitting you again and it makes you clear your throat, the boy chuckles softly at your reaction before sitting up sluggishly.

"My name's Aiden."

He holds out his hand and you shake it quickly while also introducing yourself, hoping he doesn't feel the lingering sweat from your hands. You look to your other side and realize Lea has already moved herself to the opposite end of the sofa, making herself comfortable next to a tall muscular boy who was in a black tank top. You glared at her for leaving you alone and she smiles sheepishly and mouths Sorry before quickly adverting your gaze and goes back to talking to the boy.

She never changes, you retort to yourself as you recall all the times she would stumble back to the apartment drunk with a guy every two nights.

You shuffle your body on the sofa trying to get more comfortable but you know it's useless. The nerves buzzing in your body was uncontrollable and it didn't help that your bloodstream was already being slowly filled up by alcohol, or at least you hope it's just alcohol.

Aiden raises a brow at you as he watches before holding out his own cup and clinks it against yours, the sensation of his fingers bumping against yours gets your attention back.

"Cheers." he grins.

He drinks all the liquid in his cup in one go before letting out a satisfied ahh sound. You nibble on the bottom of your lip before also emptying your own cup with your eyes shut close. The haze felt heavier now but the liquid was starting to taste better and easier to take in. You look up at him and sees him leaning closer to you, his breath almost hitting your skin as his silver eyes peered hotly into your soul.

"Let's get another?"

You blink in a trance and give him a small nod as he grabs a hold of your hand, making sure to guide you and your wobbling legs to the bar area. His touch was warm and the cold feeling of his silver rings pressing against your palm evened out the sensation.

Little did you know, your phone was vibrating off continuously in the depths of your purse.

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11:49 P.M

The twitch in Caleb's eye doesn't go unnoticed as he grips the phone tightly, eyes practically glued to the screen as all his texts are left on 'Delivered'. He inhales a sharp breath before standing up and throwing on his coat, grabbing his car keys on the way as he leaves the hotel room. He really wanted to let you have your fun tonight, and give you your space, he really did, all you had to do was answer his texts. Or pick up his calls. How can he not worry about you? You brought this all onto yourself.

The elevator doesn't come fast enough as Caleb rapidly presses the button, as if that will magically make it arrive quicker. His brows stay furrowed as he steps in and hits for the Parking Lot.

10 minutes. He thought to himself, that's how long it'll take for him to ride to your campus, pick you up, and drop you back home. He checks his phone again to make sure your location was still at the same place before shoving it into his pockets, he takes in a deep breath before walking out of the elevator in stride steps. Remembering where he was last parked, Caleb inserts and twists his key and hears the engine roaring to life loudly before quickly speeding off.

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11:52 P.M

You're not sure how many drinks you've had up to this point because the buzzing in your body and brain was really hard to ignore now. It definitely didn't help that you took such a long drag of the joint that was passed to you by Aiden earlier, claiming that it will help you feel better from the constant urge to hurl. You eyes were clouded by all of the smoke floating in the room and you stumbled slightly over the empty cups on the floor as you tried to navigate out of the crowd.

So hot..hot..

The insane urge to get some fresh air overtook you like no other and eventually, you don't even know how, you were able to successfully slip out of the crowd and onto the front porch of the Kappa house. You wobble hazily to the nearest bench and sat down, burying your face into your hands as you groaned in embarrassment. Great job, just great. First party ever and you get shitfaced like this? God you are so embarassin-

A loud rattling noise catches your attention and you look up to see Aiden walking towards you with a red cup in his hand, his red and white varsity jacket swaying with the winter gust that passes by. You immediately hold up both your hands in defeat while shaking your head.

"Oh no, I can't anymor-"

"It's water." he teases.

You feel your cheeks start to burn up, you grin sheepishly and takes the cup from him as you mutter a low 'thank you'. You take a sip and closes your eyes in relief as the icy sensation cools down your entire body. Aiden sits down next to you and you naturally scoot to the side a bit to make room for him.

"You feeling alright?"

You nod quickly and flash him a small smile, taking another sip of the water. Aiden shifts next to you and suddenly his jacket is on your back. You blink at him in confusion and he grins warmly, moving a little closer to you without realizing.

"Your dress is barely covering you." He quips as lean close.

"Ah—thank you." You were slowly starting to feel the chilliness hit you in the bones, thank god you were wearing those fleece tights otherwise the cold might make you pass out first before the alcohol does. The sky was dark and you swore you could see some stars twinkling behind the shadows but the lights glowing out from the big house made it impossible to catch. You hear cheering coming in from inside along with a bunch of different voices screaming about a countdown.

"I guess it's almost the New Year." Aiden doesn't look away from you as he speaks, propping his hand behind him and leaning backwards slightly. "Should we kiss?"

You choke on the water and cough non-stop, you look at him with wide eyes trying to register what he just said. Aiden laughs and pats your back, but the next second his arm was resting on your shoulder and it was pulling you closer. Your fingers gripped the cup tightly and you gulp nervously. Aiden is pretty cute, you thought to yourself as you stared at his lips, imagining how soft it will probably feel against your own.

"5!"

It's not wrong to kiss him..right?

"4!"

It won't mean anything.

"3!"

His breath was mixed with the scents of orange and musk, it felt weirdly warm.

"2! —"

The countdown noises along with the intoxicating scent of his perfume drowned out all your last rational thoughts, and as you gradually close your eyes too you hear a startled 'what the fuck?!' and the next thing you knew, Aiden had his entire back slammed against the pillar across from the bench. You gasp and quickly got up to help him, he grunts in pain as he tries his best to stand up, "what the fuck was that?" he hissed as he looked left and right for the culprit, only for a deep voice to send a chill down both of your spines.

"You picked the wrong fucking girl."

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12:13 A.M

The air was so thick that it was starting to become suffocating.

You pick at the skin on your fingers as you bit your bottom lip, not daring to look away from the window even though you were clearly not admiring the view outside at all.

Usually, he was never this...quiet. You've annoyed and pestered and got on his last nerve lord knows how many times, but you can tell it was different this time. You can't help but think back to how he practically dragged you off the campus grounds, how he was able to spot your purse sitting on the sofa amidst the crowd inside and send it flying into his hands, how his dark eyes glared at Aiden and with the flick of his fingers; threw Aiden's jacket off your back and onto the boy's own face, and how he didn't say a single word as he made you get into the passenger seat of his car and locked the doors. You scoffed as you thought back on it, since when did his temper get so bad?

But deep down, you knew you should've replied to his texts, or at least let him know you were okay after such a long time. You chewed on your lip as you sneaked a glance at him driving with his brows furrowed, but you were just having fun! Who stays glued to their phone at a party? When did he even come to Linkon? And why's he being such a dick?!

All the thoughts swirling in your mind makes you let out a dissatisfied grunt and you wince before you could catch yourself. A sharp turn was made that makes you shift in your seat before Caleb puts the car in park and sits there in silence as the engine died down. You could hear both your heavy breaths echo through the car (although you can't lie, most of it was probably coming from you) as you struggle to keep your eyes open with the alcohol pumping through your veins. The silence was starting to become deafening and you decided to break the bubble first, unable to let this odd feeling linger any longer.

"Okay. Well. Thanks for driving me back."

He doesn't give you a response at all and you can see the heaving of his chest as he grips tightly onto the steering wheel, his knuckles turning pale. You press your lips into a thin line at the loss of any indication that he wanted to speak before unbuckling your seat belt, "see you then— "

"Who was he?"

Your hands froze as his raspy voice finally spoke barely holding in the angry hiss that threatens to spill. A response was caught in your throat and you felt weirdly guilty of something, as if everything you did tonight was a crime.

"Who?"

The big inhale he took at your response made you smirk for some reason, you knew it was wrong to mess with him right now, but he can blame it on the alcohol if he really wants to. Besides, who does this to someone that's barely conscious?!

"You know who." he grits through his teeth.

"Oh, just some guy I met at the p-party." you grunt, why am I stuttering?!

Caleb finally turns to look at you, his gaze slowly softening even though he tried to stay angry. How could he? You were flushed across the face from the cold and alcohol, that burgundy and white laced dress was barely covering your legs, and he can't help but feel the drowsiness radiating off of you. He places his hands on the headrest of your seat and leans in, noticing the way your fingers started to timidly pick at each other.

"So you just go around kissing anyone now?"

You don't reply at first, his tone dripping with snark and tease and it just made you fumble in your seat more. You don't turn to look at him but his eyes were definitely piercing into the side of your face at this moment.

"College has made you brave, hasn't it?"

He scoffed when he realized you weren't going to respond, he leans back and pulls out his car keys before stepping out. You watch through the window nervously as Caleb makes his way to the other side and opens the car door, kneeling down with his back faced towards you. You sniffled, "I-I can walk on my own just f-fine." A hiccup escapes your lips and you can't ignore the chuckle that comes from Caleb.

"Get on, I'll carry you upstairs and go."

What were you so nervous for? Caleb used to give you piggyback rides all the time, why was it so hard to get on right now? Was it really all the alcohol's fault?

Nevertheless, with no other option you groggily grab your purse and slowly pace yourself as you gripped onto Caleb's jacket. He peeks at you and reaches out behind him to grab your legs to help you get on him quicker.

So warm...

Caleb's body was like a human furnace radiating right against you and suddenly the Winter breeze was not so bad anymore, you sigh in content and nuzzles into his back comfortably as you close your eyes. You certainly missed this. While holding onto Caleb's neck as best as you can, you hear him close the door behind you and locking the car before he starts walking into your building. While waiting for the elevator, Caleb turns his head to check on you only to realize you were starting to doze off.

He sighs, trying to nudge you a little, "Hey, how much did you drink?"

"Idontknowimsotiredshdjfngmh.." You can only let out incoherent mumbles as the drowsiness takes over you bit by bit, you shut you eyes to avoid any more questions because if Caleb finds out about the joint you took a puff out of he would definitely never let you hear the end of it. You both quietly make it up to your floor without anymore questions, he carries you with ease down the hallway until someone suddenly calls out to him.

"Caleb?"

The sound makes you lift your head up as well, with puzzled eyes you struggle to see past Caleb's body to see who it was but Caleb holds onto you a little bit tighter, you can feel his fingers gripping deeper into your thighs.

"What are you doing here?"

"I can ask you the same thing."

You try to look past Caleb's shoulder, "Who is it?" you mumbled.

Standing right outside your door was no one other than Zayne. Your head was trying to race back to why he would be here, but the buzzing came back every time you tried to think. His tall body was frigid as he scanned you and Caleb both up and down with a questionable look in his eye. Realizing you were at your front door, you lightly struggled off of Caleb's back and landed on the floor, almost face planting to the ground until both men lunged forward to grab you.

"What did you do to her?"

"Wha— me?!"

"Who else is here?"

You hear Caleb scoff in disbelief at Zayne's stern voice, the way he immediately accused him was just like the old days. He hasn't changed at all.

"What are you even doing here?" Caleb raised an eyebrow and crosses his arms, throwing a question back at Zayne.

"I was just — It's none of your business."

You looked back and forth between both men with barely opened eyes, they were standing closer and closer to each other and you can feel the iciness raise a little bit in the small hallway. You shake your head and quickly come between the two, cutting past them both and pressing your thumb on the keypad to swiftly unlock the door and stumbling in. You hear their movements behind you, following you in while still bickering as if they also lived here.

"Shouldn't you be in Skyhaven?"

"Well, shouldn't you be busy studying for your Doctorate?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you first."

You furrowed your brows as you kicked your boots off and slip into your home slippers, tossing your purse on the cabinet at the foyer, their constant whispering and arguing was about to make your head explode.

"Can you guys stop?!"

Caleb and Zayne stops talking immediately, however they continue to glare at each other like children as they also slide their shoes off at the entrance. You look at them both with hands on your hips, tilting your head at them in confusion. "What is this? A sleepover?"

Caleb clears his throat, "Just want to make sure you're okay before —"

"Happy New Year. I brough you some sweets, as promised."

Caleb shoots Zayne another sour glare for cutting him off, you both look down and didn't realize the small pink bag Zayne was holding until now. You had almost forgot about the conversation you had with Zayne yesterday and how upset you were when that new dessert shop was sold out of their newly released chocolate cake. It was all coming back to you slowly now as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"I—I didn't know you would come tonight, you could've called first."

"I did. At 11 P.M. When I got off work."

Zayne's fast and straightforward answer throws you off a little bit, face reddening with embarrassment when you realize it was you who haven't checked their phone all night long. You clear you throat before taking the small bag from Zayne, "Thanks."

The air was so eerily quiet, with nobody saying a word you had to break the silence once again. "Do you..do you guys want to have some together?" You hold up the small bag and looks at the both of them for an answer. Caleb and Zayne both turn to look at each other, they clearly did not expect the company of the other. You sighed in exasperation at their childish behavior and walks to the kitchen, taking out three plates and forks while ignoring them.

"Kitchen. Cake. Now. Before I kick the both of you out."

You rolled your eyes as they both walked in, slightly nudging against each other, was it a form of dominance or just being pure childish? You didn't even want to know. You take the cake out of the bag and couldn't help but admire the beautiful chocolatey goodness in front of your eyes. You've been craving this cake ever since the bakery released it but due to finals and studying you never really had the chance to step off campus to try it. Grabbing the plastic knife it came with, you eagerly cut into it and messily take out three individual slices for each of you. Zayne walks up behind you and opens up the upper cabinet to take out a glass and pours you some water while Caleb gawks at him in bewilderment, how did he even know where that was? Has he been here before?!

Zayne offers you the water, "Drink before you eat that. You look like you've drank a lot tonight." You can't resist his endearing gaze and takes a sip of the water before Zayne's suddenly patting your head with a smile, "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, she had some real fun alright." Caleb sneers as he leaned against the kitchen island with his arms crossed, whispering to himself underneath his breath, "if you consider kissing random guys fun.."

You shoot Caleb another chagrined glare which makes him jump a bit but he holds his pose, you turn your attention back to Zayne, "I had fun. Thanks for asking Zayne." You smiled at him the best you can, you were probably 80% drunk and faded at this point and is almost losing control of your facial expressions so you pray you didn't look like an idiot. You set the glass down and digs out a slice of the chocolate cake with your fork before trying it, the thick sweetness spreads quickly on your tongue and you moan in content. This was definitely what you needed after all that heavy drinking and the bitter taste left behind by the never-ending clouds of smokes swirling around in the Kappa house. You went for another bite right away, completely ignoring the two men standing near you. Zayne clears his throat, "Caleb, don't you have to be back in Skyhaven?"

"I'm not going anywhere. Who's going to take care of her then?" Caleb says.

"I'm here now." Zayne retorts back.

The stare down is happening again, are they 5 years old fighting over the last toy train? They used to get along just fine when we were younger. However, your thoughts were snapped back into reality when Zayne inches close, his eyes fixed on you as he looks down.

"How's the cake? Good?"

You gulp down the pieces as you eat and you nod, emitting a low chuckle from Zayne as he nudges the water glass towards you again. "Drink more water, slow down."

Caleb lets out an annoyed grumble before picking up his fork and trying the cake as well, he silently chews as he continues to stare at you and Zayne, eyes slightly twitching watching the two of you standing so close.

"Don't I get a glass of water too, Dr. Zayne?" Caleb asks sarcastically, slicing through the mood.

He wasn't annoyed at Zayne being here, oh no, he was more annoyed at how fluid and easy it was for Zayne to navigate and know where things belonged in your house compared to him. He's definitely been here before. Zayne's eyes turn into slits as he grabbed a glass for Caleb and poured water in it as well, you can see his Evol crackling around the glass as he grips it, making it colder.

"Here— "

Zayne nudges the glass towards Caleb while the latter secretly rolled his eyes.

"—And I'm not a doctor yet." Zayne corrects him.

"Well, you're gonna be anyway. That was just my way of congratulating you early." Caleb says.

Zayne has graduated college a few years ago before Caleb and has been studying hard to get his Doctorate so he can be official. You frown thinking about the amount of work he must have to do everyday, and yet he was still able to get you the dessert you wanted at such a late hour. You stare at his side profile as he and Caleb starts bickering, again, and you silently admire the jet black hair that wasn't styled today, the way his sharp jawline flowed so perfectly on his face, and the curve of his pretty lips as you wonder if he's any good in kissing. Your brain was getting jumbled up again yet you bit your lip unconsciously.

Am I just too drunk right now?

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To Be Continued in Part 2…

thank u for reading! all my love & stay golden ♡

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[ificouldflyhome369]

I'm sorry for coming here with my doubts but I just can't help it. I was trying to ignore this whole scenario but now I'm leaning more and more towards it. So the thing is, that we prefectly know that Louis is still bitter about the whole hiatus situation. He just didn't wanted hiatus and he was not ready for it plus he genuinely thought that they all will reunite shortly. So I was thinking that how could Larry be real when Louis actually had no certain idea about hiatus till 2015 and Harry was ready to go solo since 2013?? We know that Harry became super close with Azoffs in 2013 and by 2014 Jeff became his unofficial manager. We can see him every pap walk with Harry in 2014. And in 2015 there was clear solo Harry push. Jeff even introduced his team for Harry even befor he went solo. Many people started working for exclusively Harry when he was in 1D in 2015. Harry Lambert and Xander being two of them. And Harry himself said that he was the first one to suggest hiatus in 2014 because he didn't wanted to exhaust his fanbase. So it's very very clear that Harry was super ready for hiatus since Azoffs made him their mission in 2013. So if Harry had such a clear idea of hiatus and his future for this long now, then why Louis was entirely lost even in 2015. Louis said he was furious when hiatus was brought up in 2015. Louis still kind of holds a grudge with how hiatus happened and it was clear in the documentary. And i don't think Louis is lying about his feelings. He said that he was lost and had no idea what to do after hiatus and it's understandable because Harry had azoffs to rely on. He had no such problem.

So if they were actually together and they were a couple then how is it possible that they were standing on polar opposite sides of this situation? How is it possible that Louis had a misleading idea of hiatus even in 2015 when Harry was damn clear about it since 2013? If they were in love then how is it possible that Louis was screaming about not being ready for hiatus and as he said he was furious about it in 2015 and Harry walked on his pre laid path by azoffs?? Did Louis even had any idea about what Harry was planning for his solo career since 2013? Were they actually even together? Or was it just my dilution till now?

I love a good harry the bad guy who broke up 1D and threw everyone under the bus story arc. Liam has quite literally said that if he had stayed in 1d, he would be dead now. Think about that for a second. If they all didn't stop he'd be dead. Niall was forced to perform after knee surgery which fucked up his knee so bad he already has a knee replacement. You don't do that to young people unless it's absolutely necessary. You can only revise it 2 or 3 more times and they only last 15 years. So long story short, he's fucked. Louis was forced to have a fake baby which i cant even imagine what kind of nonsense went behind the scenes to make that happen. And if you believe that Freddie is not his son, then right off the bat you know he's lying which means what he's sharing publicly isn't going to be the complete truth. But this still doesn't mean he's lying about being blindsided. Feelings are complicated and is possible that he both knew the hiatus was coming but still been shocked by it. And let's not kid ourselves that zayn leaving didn't open up the discussion for their break. So no, Louis wasn't blindsided by harry and the azoffs. And if anything, they should be thanked for helping harry from getting out from under Simon's thumb. Jeff is not a bad guy.

Here's one of my favorite tiktoks and none of it has anything to do with this ask except one bit where James asks them to rethink the hiatus and Louis says it was time. Does that sound like someone who's upset and surprised by it. He was done too. And your doubting they were together because of what supposedly harry did to Louis. But why can't it be that he sacrificed himself FOR harry when he resigned with syco after the hiatus. That was probably some sort of a sacrifice he did to allow them all to take a break and for harry to start his career.

[meyhew]

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[zouisalmightie]

IF ZAYNS BABY IS REAL THEN SO IS LOUIS!

take a breath and have a snack. im not sure how one relates to the other?

[insomniziam]

omg i don’t understand how you cant see larry being real. like it its, ziam is way more far fetched than larry. like i think ziam had a thing while in the band, and i think that they dont have kids, but come on they are not together now. for larry they have been, they might have had little breaks but no they’re together. youre honestly ignorant if you dont think larry is real while being a ziam. they are all closeted so stfu

Oh well hello anon,

Like omg I totally don't understand why some larries get like so annoyed when people don't like agree with them and stuff? Like omg it's honestly just so ridiculous 🤦‍♀️

(I'm not going to lie, it was painful to write this way, but back to normal programming 😉)

Anon, I think you need to reread what I wrote and actually consider the fact that some people just don't care about the same things you do. I've stated multiple times that I don't care enough to look into it, but I respect the people who believe it, and just ask for the same back. That's too hard for you, it seems 🤦‍♀️

And I am a little confused by you're reasoning, I'm not going to lie. They had a thing while in the band but not anymore? But even though you think they had a 'thing', it's still less likely than Larry being a thing?

I've heard this idea of them 'having a thing while in the band' concept a few times now and I just can't seem to wrap my head around it. By 'thing' do you mean like a FWB relationship? Because I don't know about you, but I don't publicly and constantly announce my love to a FWB partner in front of thousands of people?

Oh, did I forget to mention the fact that he added forever add the end, completely unnecessarily?? Woops.

Do people in a FWB relationship admit that they can't enjoy themselves when they're not around the other person because they miss that person too much when they're gone?

Do people in that sort of relationship look this fondly at their partner when they're being a complete goofball?

Do they look so intently into each other's eyes that it seems like the world around them ceased to exist??? And then share a secret smile, just for the two of them?????

Or, this 'thing' you're talking about, was it an proper relationship, but think they broke up after Zayn left the band? Because that doesn't make sense to me either.

Not when you consider how Liam talked about him after he left;

If they had broken up, would they be looking at each other with so much fond:

(Liam watching Zayn's music video)

Wouldn't he look uncomfortable if they had broken up? Or you know, not mention his ex out of the fucking blue time and time again:

(I'd add more but Tumblr has a limit of 10 photos 🙃)

These were all years later, mind you.

Wouldn't he want to avoid the topic at all costs?

So I think you can see why I find it a little hard to believe you when you say they had a 'thing' in the band, but obviously not anymore.

And anon, sorry to break it you but your opinion doesn't mean shit to me. You can call me ignorant all you want, but it doesn't have a single effect on me whatsoever. Especially when you haven't presented a single legitimate argument, and are constantly contradicting yourself 🙃

(Let's be real here, you and I both know I just used your ask as an excuse to have a mini break down session over how cute Ziam are, so I thank you for that 😉)

Humble yourself, anon ✌️

P.S I love that you come on to my blog anonymously and have the audacity tell me to shut up... Bro 🤦‍♀️

P.S.S I was talking specifically about hypocritical larries who use the fact that ziam have kids as evidence that they're not in a relationship, and call ziams delusional even though they do the same fucking thing 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[relaxxattack]

me: *is about to go to sleep* *sees the ran and jackie classpect post* *rises from my bed and looks at the notes i have* well if i must <3 (warning this is long as hell im sorry KXNSKBS i spent. two hours on this. it is 2am in my timezone now)

jackie is a breath player through and fucking through. a focus on self satisfaction, finding a quest and going after it, being so focused on the positive that he can see a negative thing happen and go "oh well, thats unfortunate. anyways," (think how he hears that ran probably died and just went "aw i liked him" then just sort of. keeps going anyways. picks one thing to really dedicate himself to it and sticks to it, shows negative reactions when they happen but doesnt dwell on them (whether out of discomfort or something else). basically, jackie is all of tubbos breath influence without any of the space influence. accidentally winning just because he really was just that damn dedicated

classwise, jackie is.. a bit difficult to get a handle on, if only because hes very breath like, but at the same time while he seems unconcerned with the idea of losing ran, he still very much so *wants* ran. its that want of a connection, of even just one person to keep around, that takes away the possibility of jackie being a class that would make him detach himself from others at will. hes not a class that would make him desperate for someone to help him take a certain direction, really he seems to want to take others in the same direction he already chose. he also accepts being tethered to one place/thing, he just wants to have freedom w how he goes about it, and it seems like its been this way for a while. ssoooo i want to say witch of breath. manipulating breath or through breath. strong personalities, friendly but terrifying and a force to be reckoned with, knowing what they want and, if healthy, how to get it. often pulling others along for the ride. generally, jackies a healthy witch of breath. he wants someone to show the same freedom he has, but knows he has limits and tethers and works with them, and ultimately hes not too pressed when he cant get his way fully. generally- jackie knows whats going on and what to do about it, but hed rather have fun with it all and show others how fun it all is too

now. ran. this is unfortunately difficult because ran didnt get as much screentime as was planned. L. anyways aspectwise hes definitely one of the ones that thinks theres not really a meaning to life (think of how he just goes "well this place is going down anyways". he doesnt care what choices are taken, hes already real fuckin sure of the end result. cocky bitch). hes not one about facades or selves, bc its rather clear that his blunt and coolguy attitude is, kind of just him, and he doesnt seem interested in deconstructing how others work, just interested in seeing how events play out. i want to say that ran is either void, time, or doom. void fits rans secrecy and overall "irrelavance" (in the sense that he doesnt seem to have contributed anything, not really), but void players are more angsty about how things dont matter rather than accepting it. which leaves time and doom. ultimately, id say time. doom players arent cocky in the right way </3. also just, yknow, the whole possible time traveler ran thing, the drama, the bluntness, internalization, the end of things, fake deep metaphors, etc etc. does mean that there really has to be a focus on the right class to truly pin him down, because most classes when paired with time are more emotional than ran is

so.. rans class. after a lot of deliberation, my main two thoughts are either a maid or a page. however, page means that before the pit, ran didnt have a good grasp on his aspect and after a long while of self awareness training does now, while maid means that either before or during the pit he relies on others to define his aspect. either way, he has a good grasp on it, but its clear that hes not letting himself really be free with it. this is why i want to say maid, because pages are sort of like starting with a disadvantage and just continuing with it even though you could probably fix it if you really tried, but youd rather just focus on what you have and being the best at it. maids are about growing into what you could have. doing what theyre expected at first and getting their aspect from somewhere else. they dont like being passive, but its what gets them the best results, right? but what defines a maid is getting out of that stage, of standing up for themself and defining their aspect for themselves and getting it by themselves, stubborn and becoming powerful and often terrifying, almost more than a witch if they do it correctly. so, basically, rans an aradia kinnie, hes just in his aradiabot phase right now. if he let himself get past that stage though, i think hed be happy

so basic summary: jackie understands that he has limits and tethers and focuses on what freedom he does has, and wants to have someone to experience that freedom with, and is a witch of breath. ran is leaning into the whole "its all hopeless anyways" because those that he relies on define it as such, but he has the potential to be happy and reach his full potential if he just lets himself choose his own path for once (and one thats not unhealthy), and is a maid of time. ultimately its why they work well together, once jackie gets ran to choose to be free with him, theyll both be happy. jackies already at his full potential, and has the power to get ran to choose to reach his full potential as well. bada bing bada boom baby really shows how much absolute Bullshit goes into classpecting because with fuckin classpecting terms you really can squeeze the hell out of characters with 1-2 sentence blurbs of characterization at most. white boys have ruined my life, zayne -🎭🎪

OH MY FUCKING GOD DUDE THIS IS SO GOOD

i will actually be stealing all of this for the fic, thank you so much oh my god. this is pretty much the only real good ran and jackie analysis to exist, im going to fucking scream and cry this is awesome

i hope you have SUCH a good sleep you deserve it

wow i cant express how thankful i am for this

(i find it really interesting that both ran and jackie seem to have an end-of-the-world-nothing-matters mindset, but different ways of going about that... genuinely can’t wait to explore that and then let them naturally develop, because hell yeah dude)

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou series

Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 11! After that crappy wannabe smutty chapter I decided to give you some small Suna fluff 😌

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc six-slide one: You and I 🤍 🖤

“Babe you gotta be more careful.” You sighed and gently held his fingers as you put ointment on them. “I’m a middle blocker that’s my job.” He deadpanned and you looked up. “I know but I just worry ya know? I’m your girlfriend that’s my job.” Today there was a practice match against a college team and Suna hurt his pinky and ring finger pretty bad, he had to sit out for the rest of the game. He sighed and leaned forward to put his head on your shoulder. You heard a hiss and you quickly apologized. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You told him. “Nah It’s fine.” He mumbled on your shoulder.

“Do you want any medicine?” You asked and he muttered a no. “Do you want cuddles?” You asked and he muttered an mhm. You kissed his cheek and wiped your hands on a towel. You moved on to the bandaids and you applied some on his fingers. You were being so gentle, Suna was about to fall asleep on your shoulder. “There all done.” You said and he moved back to look at his left hand. “Thanks princess. Feels better already. That ointment really works.” He said and you smiled. “One more thing.” You said and held on to his wrist. You lifted it up and kissed his knuckles. “There hopefully it’ll get better soon.” You said just to tease him. “God dammit why are you so FUCKING CUTE!” He said and pushed you down on his bed. His arms wrapped around you and he squeeze tight. “RIN I cAnT breath!” You squealed and he loosened his grip. “Jesus man.” You sigh and look up to see Rin already looking down. “I love you.” He said and you smiled. “I love you too you dork.” You replied and gave his lips a quick peck.

“It’s honestly so ridiculous how cute you are. Like what the fuck. You’re real and you’re mine.” He sighed in content and buried his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo managed to calm his beating heart. “You’re always there and I appreciate it, a lot.” He murmured. “How long are your parents going to be out of town?” You asked. “They come back tomorrow night.” He replied. “Do you need me to stay with you so you can rest your hand?” You asked.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked suddenly and you nodded. “I don’t have clothes so I’ll steal some of yours but I don’t mind helping.” You told him and his grip tightened once again. “FUCK I have the cutest girlfriend EVER!” He said and made a ‘😫’ face.

“I could get used to this.” Suna said and you jumped a bit, startled. “Dude don’t scare me like that.” You said and turned. You were in his family’s kitchen looking around to try to make something to eat. You settled on something quick and simple that you’ll know he’ll like.

“Did you just call me dude?” He squinted and you turned back to the stove. “Yeah, sorry.” You chuckled and sturred the food in the pan. His arms slowly wrapped around your waist from behind and you couldn’t hide your smile. “Smells delicious.” He mumbled in your ear and you giggled. His voice sounded deeper than usual since he just woke up from his nap. “Here try it. I made enough so your parents can eat some tomorrow night when they come home. They’ll probably be tired from traveling.” You slightly turned and blew on the spoon that held your food, after a few seconds you expected Suna to blow on it too when you put it in front of his mouth but he didn’t and just took a bite. He didn’t hiss that it was hot so you were glad about that.

“Wow that’s really good.” He said with brows raised. Why is he so shocked? You make him lunch all the time. Should you feel offended? “Also i don’t know if they’ll get a chance to even eat it. I’m tempted to eat everything.” He joked, “Osamu, chill.” You joked and he pinched your skin above his shorts. You squeaked and laughed, “Dont say another dudes name when I’m being all baby-like with you. It makes me jealous.” He said and you rolled your eyes and turned off the stove. “You‘re a big baby.” You said softly and pushed some hair away from his face. “But I’m your big baby.” He said and followed you around the kitchen while you looked for plates to serve the food.

“Is this how it’s going to be like in the future?” You asked and he paused. “No i won’t be the only one following you around, we’ll have a dog and a kid...maybe two.” He said and you choked on air. “Already thinking about children? You’re bold.” You spoke up. “Well I mean. I love you a lot. And I know you love me a lot too. After highschool we can work our asses off and then get married and have kids. I don’t know. I never thought about it before until I met you. Now sometimes when I go to sleep I think about us growing old together and that makes me happy.” He said and saw as you grabbed your phone and started typing. He frowned and was about to ask why you were ignoring him and texting instead but then you had a satisfied smile and the speakers of your phone played an unfamiliar piano tune.

“Babe, are you the lost member of one direction?” You asked and he raised a brow. Before he could respond you shushed him and showed him the lyrics to They Don’t know about Us.

He actually liked the song and how mellow but catchy it was. You started singing softly along with the song and screamed the octave Zayn sang. He chuckled at your nature and tsked when you pointed to him in order to serenade him on the mine girl part.

When the song finished you took your phone and placed it on the counter. “So..what do you think? Wanna do that when we’re older?” He asked as you handed him his plate.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach as you kissed his cheek and shooed him to the dining room.

Yeah he could definitely get used to this.

Previously

Up next

Masterlist

A/N: I need the first person who wants to help give me ideas for the sequel to dm me RIGHT NOW I’m in a spiral and I need help deciding lol and I don’t feel like flipping a coin AGAIN. The first one or two people to dm me will sadly receive spoilers of what’s to come between Suna and Y/N 😔 but if ur down to help me out then thank you!! If not then it’s okay 🥺

EDIT: I ALREADY HAVE THE ENDING AND SEQUEL READY PLZ STOP GIVING ME AMAZING IDEAS THAT I WANNA DO INSTEAD 🥺

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[jalboyhenthusiast]

Hi, anon who introduced larry to her mom, I’m back for the details ! So basically she was with me when I was watching Louis’ livestream two days ago, she already knew I was a fan of Harry and 1D but she didn’t really know louis so she started reading his wikipedia page and told me "oh he has a son?", I said "well it’s complicated" and briefly introduced larry and babygate to her. She thinks she’s pretty open minded when it comes to lgbtq+ people but I can tell you she’s not really and she has some pretty harmful stereotypes in general (which is also part of why I don’t want to come out to her) so I didn’t know how she would react but I think it went quite well. She agreed it’s really sad for them if they’re closeted and still have to hide. She also told me she liked Louis’ music. And then it got better yesterday, she asked me if there was any 1D concert we could see so I told her I wanted to watch their performance for the apple music festival from 2015 and she watched it with me. And the cherry on the cake : just after we finished watching it and I told her about Zayn she asked me if there was something else we could watch so I asked her if she wanted to watch This is Us, and we did. So yeah, it was pretty cool (I hope my English is not too bad btw)

hi ty for coming back!! i cant believe you started with bg lfgkh but aah thats so nice that she took a real interest and watched some other things with you. its so nice when you can share these kind of things with the ppl around you 🥺 and your english is perfect pls never apologise for it!!

[hypbaest]

this is about how the industry is fucked (but u already knew that right?)

like i rmr seeing photos of harry at parties, on the red carpet, between studios, after 1d fizzled out and yet i was still in onedirectionland and...there was a point where i just Realized how fucking run under the bus he looked. and how cracked up he was. and how this lil tiny bab i loved so and projected so much onto was actually...being fucked big time by the System...the entire time i actively and vocally loved him. and i was complicit in that system. and i was A CHILD when i was. and it was really just because that was my Ideal Boy at the time and bops are bops. directioners were cannibals man. the shit i went thru was CRAZYYYYY. i dont even like to think abt it. i could put twt kpopies to shame SERIOUSLY and i was on the lighter side of things honestly!!! and a CHILD!!! EYE was exploited by the system too. fucking syco.... talk about parasocial...talk abt delusion...i wrote the book in real time...and i bet a lot of yall former directioners did too. esp if this was ur hellscape.

i see photos of harry and i cant even look him in the eye. i cant even listen to his music. always in my heart, really but damn. i know he’s seen the ugliest shit. and in part...because of the animal machine i partook in. yeah...yeah.......i dont feel good about that.

the reason i was hesitant abt kpop was because of the suicides. i couldnt understand how people could go on when that happens. i still cant wrap my head around it totally. what do yall honestly feel with jonghyun on the dash??? i couldnt do it yall. i cant judge. i know nothing. but i.....that moves something visceral in me...and it aint good, thats all i’ll say. it woulda been all bets off, if it had been my kpop boy. i would have never forgave MYSELF. thats all ill say.

and got7 uhhhh renewals or whatever r coming up. and its not life or death (OR IS IT???) and everyones like support the boys! kpop aint that real! everything is ok!! myself included!!!! and i cant help but think abt harry. and how i clown and mock and try to forget louis and niall and liam. and how zayn was long gone before i could even have a deep thought abt it. and no one ever brings him up...and no one talks about the entrapment and mismanagement of syco. or how larry was real in the minds of so many (and the strain that put on the whole group, LET ALONE harry and louis) and how stuck and stifled and CONTROLLED they were from all sides. and if u think that aint kpop...bro...when ppl literally DYING out here. wake up. (the difference i see btwn all kpop groups and 1d is how their companies are proactive towards fans’ crazy delusions and syco let everything spiral out of control)

it was on weekly idol, this past one, when somebody said something to jaebeom and he misheard. something like “you’re getting your pay” - and the way jb’s WHOLE DEMEANOR CHANGED IN THAT MOMENT OF MISUNDERSTANDING??? kind and hardworking and earnest and weird im jaebeom??? only child idol jaybee??? lil farm child porch sitting dreams bboy??? and it struck me. why the fuck would he just. break open like that. and maybe acting is good. maybe im a fool. but praytell: what fucking pay? and if you’re getting it, and that’s the reaction, then where has it been? and why?

among other things...

all things come and go. everyone gets their 15 minutes. capital is capital, right? negotiations are fought and won right? things can get better right? with hardwork right? you signed after u checked and double checked right? and thats only if ur own lovers dont eat you alive right? if you dont decay from the inside right? come on now.

and i always wonder....jay park left. this american. this leader. this TRIPLE THREAT. i always wonder why kpop hates him, why kpoppies scorn him...i wonder because as far as short kings go hes really a gem. he’s a good man. and it was jyp he left. yeah.

yall this is a business that eats people alive from every angle. it certainly is that serious. it is that real. whats a contract if you dont own your intellectual property? whats a agency if they get the final word? whats hardwork if you aint seein the money? what are you if you dont (or CANT) exist without them?

it aint just a parasitic relationship from the public side yall...come on

[mugglemirror]

Ask For Writers

A bunch of thanks to @theisolatedlily and @soldouthaz for tagging me. This was fun!

1. Describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: My high school English teacher always encouraged me to write and that’s how it started. I wrote a lot of poetry before starting fiction/fan-fic and started posting earlier this year.

2. Which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? Do you base any characters off of yourself? Every character I write has a part of me, not just in the writing sense but also some traits of mine. I tend to write from Harry’s pov or any other character that is Louis’ romantic interest in the story, entirely because it’s a lot easier to write about Louis rather than as him.

3. Where do you often find inspiration? Real life mostly. Songs, movies and books as well.

4. Has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process? Didn’t notice much of a difference really.

5. Do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? I prefer silence when I write, helps me focus. Rarely do I find a song that fits perfectly with a scene so I have that on repeat until I can’t.

6. What is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general? People who say only authors with popular works deserve to be called writers.

7. Describe your ideal writing setup ink stains on my hand, fountain pen scribbling smoothly over the paper and a lamp as the only source of light. Somewhere warm and cozy.

8. Favourite time of day to write? Dawn and after midnight.

9. Favourite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future? Horror, fantasy, magical realism, historical and dark elements. Sci-fi is a genre that is way out of my comfort zone so probably that.

10. Do you struggle with writer’s block? How do you typically overcome it? All the bloody time lmaoo. Usually I stick to songs that I enjoy listening, switch genres or plots to overcome the block.

11. What is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? Everything other than outlining is my fav part. Outlining is one pain in the ass.

12. How do you come up with original characters? (If applicable) real life is where the key is.

13. What is your favourite and least favourite word? Least fav: moist fav: tasavvur (it’s an Urdu word that translates into imagination or contemplation)

14. What is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at? I’m really glad I can paint the imagery of a scene quite well. Paragraph starters is what I’m working on atm.

15. What work of yours has your favourite ‘verse/world building? How did you come up with it? The Blood of Love is one of my best work and I say this very humbly. The atmosphere, the themes, the overshadowing, everything I wrote of it, I absolutely love it and am proud of it.

16. What font and size do you write in? Single spaced or double? Georgia, 11, single spaced.

17. What is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently? Leaving out apostrophise.

18. (If applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom? Most of the times. When I’m writing canon, I look into the fandom for inspo.

19. What emotion is you’re favourite to write? Which is the most difficult? Fear is my fav emotion to write, as weird as that sounds. I find writing humour very challenging.

20. What is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works? Writers put a lot of their time into fics and appreciation for the work is always heart-warming. Other than that, I wish more people noticed the overshadowing and metaphors used.

21. What is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received? No writing advice is bad. What may work for one may not be suited for other. You may not like what you’ve written today but you can always come back and edit it to your likeness.

22. Which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show? The Blood of Love for sure! Also a wip: inked memory aka ghost rider au

23. Do you write scenes chronologically or out of order? I write whichever scene I want to and then align them chronologically.

24. How do you handle criticism? Honest and genuine criticism is always welcomed, not spiteful J

25. What is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing? Write because you want and not because you have to. Forcing it won’t do any good. It’s alright to not write when you don’t feel like it but don’t let that get you lazy.

26. What kind of feedback on your work always makes your day? Repeating myself here hehe but when readers notice the foreshadowing and metaphors I use, it brings the biggest smile on my face

27. Which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? Which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend? The Blood of Love is a universe I’d love to exist in. Louis’ character from my estranged actor au and Harry from tbol really speak to me.

28. What do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more? Backstories about my characters and fic and my imagination. It runs wild lol

29. What has writing added to your life? How has it changed you? It’s helped me a lot to see from other people’s perspective and read body language in a better way.

30. Why do you write? It helps organize my thoughts and be more coherent in a way that imp not when speaking.

Boost yourself + tags! 

1a. share the last sentence you wrote "Before sunset," he says. It's not entirely true. Part of him wishes he could go now but Harry isn't sure if he'd be able to survive without kissing Louis.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about: the sequel to The Blood of Love!! We’re gonna get Zayn out, we’re gonna make zourry suffer a little and some zarry beef. And ofc, loads on magic, horror and dark elements.

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of: “Falling in love with you was never a choice, Louis,” Harry says through his tears.

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s): “Of all the things Louis’ done in his life, falling in love with Harry is perhaps the easiest thing he ever did.” — first line

“Louis flushed but dived in for another kiss, sealing this newfound happiness with the kiss of their love.” — last line.

5a. link the last fic you read. Don’t remember which one it was, sorry.

6a. link the last work you published: Cant link the blff yet so The Blood of Love it is.

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): Mugglemirror

8a. someone that inspires you: Can I say Louis? I’m saying Louis. And Taylor!

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: I haven’t done much reading this year, fandom wise but I’m really looking forward to read all the amazing blff fics.

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! @yvesaintlourent @thepolourryexpress @lads-laddylads @babieloui @falsegoodnight @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount @allwaswell16

[pop-punklouis]

okay so, i know a while ago you talked about a robot!harry fic or something? i tried to find it but the search on tumblr sucks as you know. it’s a fic idea you said you had for a few years or something that you wanted to finally write? i remember really loving it when you gave the description.

hi! yess. i cant find it either big rip, but @louistsbravery has been helping me on and off during the storyboard process since July. i need to continue the outline as i’ve stopped somewhere in the middle, because i do want to actually finish a fic that i believe in— especially this one. it’s just something i want a lot of small detail in so i’ve been doing tons of research into AI and taking influence from many android/AI/robot films and literature.

H.E.S. (rough idea):

Consisting of a future world with robots that are as advanced as humans (very westworld like with how they look and interact), louis’ father is the founder of a conglomerate droid company that manufactures and sells these robots to households as caretakers, butlers, spouses, etc., etc. louis absolutely despises it and has always wanted to distance himself from the lineage, even finding himself in the botnik division of society who resist the control and assistance of robots in their lives. until one night when his dad invites him over for a dinner meeting and due to louis not being present much in his father’s life or home— he’s startled when the elevator doors open and what seems to be a man with the greenest of eyes and boyish of smiles greets him at the door. it’s when he opens his mouth, though, when louis realizes he’s merely bot from how tight and unnatural the voice vernacular is. his father tells him he’s one of the newest models, the Chiron model— the first of these androids to register and blossom empathy that will be used for families, teaching, therapy etc., and this one is a demo before it goes on the market. it goes by H.E.S. his father is leaving for important business and doesn’t trust anyone but Louis, his own son, as he doesn’t fawn over these bots, to look after the bot and report back to him for the next month on its progress. the AU takes place around that timeline and around H.E.S. becoming more and more sentient as he observes and studies Louis’ humanity. just some of the changes that take place range from the android’s dialect adapting to the human language, the feeling of more emotions, to even deciding on being called by a real name (which is where he changes it to Harry). he begins to believe he’s human. what happens when you fall in love with someone from the opposite end of the coding?

featuring zayn & liam as botniks alongside Louis and niall as the free-spirited friend who grows attached to H.E.S. and becomes the biggest pain in the ass to Louis besides the robot who won’t stop asking him why humans stand so close as to have their lips touch.