and his very supportive band mates

Fame’s Burning Flame

Harry Styles has always been a very sensitive sort - a kind, empathetic soul.  Apparently, he was born with this irresistible magnetism and charm.  It seems that his life goal has always been to entertain and make people happy.  At 16-17 he was, for the most part, an open book, emotionally.  He didn’t really have a shell - that self defense most of us develop before our teen years.  While emotionally open, he always kept his private business to himself - never really divulging any important facts about himself, his friends, or family (that may be one thing that saved him.)  All of these factors helped him to become a huge star - it was his destiny - his life ambition and dream - and it nearly destroyed him.

I was struck by Harry’s choice of words in his album documentary:   “It felt like a little secret. It’s fun to feel like no one knows where you are. It made such a difference, from being in a busy city.” (BTA 4:46) “I just, I really enjoy being private more. Starting the way that everything started. I get to kinda claw a little bit of that back. I don’t feel like people know everything about me, now. And there was definitely a time where I felt like people knew everything about me and I realized I didn’t like that.” (BTA 7:43) “I kind of also wanted to let the work do the talking a little bit. I mean, definitely, part of my ego wanted to see if I could write something that people liked without knowing everything about me.” (BTA 8:17)  (Special thanks to  @cuethetommo for providing these quotes and a sounding board.)

Harry had never been one to complain, but those who know him well could probably tell you the invasion of privacy tortured him.  If I’m right in my interpretation of Only Angel (that the angel, the “bad girl” and the singer are all pieces of Harry) crawling across the floor and breaking a finger from knocking fits the “claw a little bit of that back” image.  (Only Angel post here)  Harry has been fighting a war to keep hold of himself, both internally and externally.

The first time I saw the video of Harry crying on Twit-cam, I was amazed at his inner strength.  (He had run out of breath during What Makes You Beautiful and Googled, “Harry shit,” because he was so disappointed in himself.)    Crying over internet hate, on a public forum, may not be considered “manly” but hiding is always easier for fragile egos.  I believe this was Harry’s first epiphany on the true nature of fame - especially the type of fame he was headed for.  In the early days, all his band-mates talked about how sensitive he was.  I believe it was Niall who just recently said Harry is the one most likely to cry (then emphasized that real men are not afraid to cry - good for you Niall.)  Unlike many sensitive people, Harry did not hide behind a shell, or false front.  He had the inner resolve and character to be himself, but the burning heat of fame would force him to hide, soon enough.

The iron closet, along with Swifty for him and Eleanor for Louis was the beginning of the end for open Harry.  Harry (and Louis) were told they couldn’t be themselves any more.  What they were wasn’t “good enough” to make it in the boy-band business.  One Direction was a phenomenal success.  The boys were having a great time on stage, but the work load was highly burdensome.  Everything they did was under a microscope - the fans on one side, 1DHQ on the other.  They were all under enormous stress and pressure.  Front-man Harry was very often on duty (either being very dangerously mobbed by fans, or getting papped with his latest “love interest”) when the other boys had a much too short break.  All the boys did their best to shield sensitive Harry during interviews, etc, but it was his burden to carry.  Too often, the fans only wanted to devour him as if he were a piece of cake.  They would happily take, take, take until there was nothing left of him save a hollow, albeit pretty, shell.  (No wonder the lads so appreciate fans who only want to nurture and support them.)  Thanks to 1DHQ, the Harry they “loved” was little more than a pack of lies.  Take a very sensitive, gay, emotionally open, people pleasing, teenage boy.  Tell him that who he is isn’t good enough.  Hide his true form - wrap him up in a bunch of heterosexual bacon (strongly signaling his female fan base that he wants to have sex with them) and dangle him in front of a huge, starving wolf pack.  What you have is a perfect recipe to create a self-loathing, hollow, messy, emotionally stunted, self absorbed, distant, cynical, disillusioned jerk. 

Harry began to build a thick shell around his heart and emotions.  He compartmentalized his professional life from who he really was inside.  I believe he also began to have a battle within himself that remains to this day.  Harry loves to entertain - there is no drug capable of replacing the high he gets on stage.  In order to be on stage, however, he has to participate in fame and celebrity life - a life that was eating away his very soul.  He never really changed.  He never gave up his soul and there are several reasons why he was able to survive the ordeal as a pretty well adjusted person:

  • Inner strength, resolve, character and a powerful sense of self.
  • A loving, nurturing, supportive partner in Louis, his “Sweet Creature.”
  • He always kept a healthy sense of humor - ability to poke fun at himself - not taking himself too seriously.  (This applies to the other lads too.)
  • He always kept his personal life, business, and that of his loved ones, private - even when he was still very open, emotionally.
  • Supportive band-mates (brothers really) who understood exactly what he was going though.  I well remember Liam saying he would be. “Mr. Harry Styles” for a day to give him a break.
  • Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry all remained dedicated to each other.  They maintained a strong, unified purpose and identity, even after Zayn left.  They were working for the good of their brothers, not only themselves.
  • Harry poured much of his angst into his art and songwriting - he had a creative outlet to help him process everything.  Harry needs this in particular, because mere words fail him for getting to the very heart of a matter.  “Sometimes it’s easier to say something to an instrument.”

Harry has written a number of songs that are specifically about his negative experience with fame.  While many of his songs make allusions to fame, I think those listed below are quite pointed:

  • Don’t Let Me Go  (The demo is so early, his voice hadn’t even fully matured yet.)
  • Two Ghosts  (More grown up and better written version of Don’t Let Me Go.)
  • Stockholm Syndrome (The love interest is fame - love/hate, trapped, etc.)
  • Only Angel  (Crawling and clawing to get back to himself - to accept himself.)
  • Kiwi  (I just know the seductress is a metaphor for fame and Simon Cowell.)
  • Ever Since New York  (Empty, false, facades, etc.)
  • Woman  (Forced to watch his lover out with the beard - jealousy.) 

Of course I miss Harry’s wit on Twitter, his beautiful photography on Instagram - but I very much appreciate why he’s trying to have a much different experience with fame this time around.  He’s still in the closet (and he is welcome to stay there as long as he and Louis want or need to.)  He’d rather error on the side of revealing too little than too much right now.  Many of his music idols have cultivated mystery and it has helped them to maintain healthy ownership of their personal lives.  As far as connecting to fans:  I’ve never felt a stronger connection to him.  90% of his documentary is Harry as I’ve always seen and known him.  Just watching him perform is intimate and captivating - he pours himself out, body and soul.  If the first thing I ever knew of Harry Styles was watching him perform Two Ghosts on Corden - I would be hooked.  Oh yeah, that connected - hard.  

Whatever Harry needs to do, in order to stay true to himself (and avoid becoming a raging, messy, jerk) while he navigates a career in the public eye is okay with me.

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Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon)

Originally posted by anko-an


Position in group: Leader of the group / Lead Rapper / Composer / Lyricist

Birthday: August 18th, 1988

Height: 5′9″ (177cm)

Weight: 127 pounds (58kg)

Social Media Accounts:

Get to know him:

  • In Korea he is a household name
  • He’s known for his fashion and style
  • He LOVES cats
  • he’s also said “I like girls who are like cats”
  • He knows how to play the piano and the guitar
  • He can beat box (believe it or not)
  • This man is dainty AF
  • He acts like a prince all the time kind of dainty
  • He gets embarrassed easily
  • He becomes cute when he’s around people he likes
  • He pouts and acts childish often (as a form of aegyo)
  • When he performs he does a 180
  • He always has swagger and tons of charm no matter the situation
  • always
  • He’s been friends with T.O.P since childhood, and friends with Taeyang since teenage years
  • Jiyong is a HUGE fan of Dramas
  • At first when Seungri joined the group, Jiyong wouldn’t talk to him because he didn’t put in as many trainee hours as the other members had, and he was angry that he climbed the ranks so quickly
  • Him and Seungri bonded over a TV drama and became really close afterwords
  • He cries easily
  • He has multiple tattoos
  • His dad is #1 on his speed dial

Choi Seunghyun (T.O.P):

Originally posted by jiyongs-g-thong


Position in group: Rapper / Lyricist 

Birthday: November 4th, 1987

Height: 5′11″ (181cm)

Weight: 143 pounds (65kg)

Social Media Accounts:

Instagram: choi_seung_hyun_tttop

Get to know him:

  • He loves chairs
  • I’m not kidding this boi really loves chairs
  • Like all his Instagram photos are of food and chairs practically
  • He’s an extremely artistic man
  • he’s legit an artistic genius
  • He has a scar on his hand from a traumatic accident
  • Jiyong has a smiley face tattoo on the same hand, in the same place as T.O.P’s scar
  • Him and Jiyong are extremely close and have been since childhood
  • Bingu T.O.P is the best T.O.P
  • Bingu T.O.P is T.O.P when he’s being weird and silly
  • He’s one of the most outspoken in Big Bang
  • He regularly stands up to anti-fans when they vocally attack his members on social media sites
  • He even goes as far as to take screen shots of their comments and posts them on Instagram with his sassy reply (but they usually get deleted minutes later)
  • He loves making people laugh
  • After his member Daesung was involved in a bad Moter Vehicle accident, T.O.P made it his mission to make Daesung smile whenever he could until he felt better
  • He doesn’t like showing his skin off
  • The only time he’s been seen with his shirt off was in one of his dramas
  • He usually wears multiple layers of clothing no matter the weather
  • He’s also an actor
  • He’s been in 5 Dramas
  • Commitment / Tazza: the hidden card / 71: Into the fire / 19-nineteen / and Iris: the movie are the names of the movies
  • He loves to dance
  • He’s not too good at it, but he always gets a good laugh so he does it proudly

Kang Daesung:

Originally posted by sevnghyuns


Position in group: Lead Vocalist

Birthday: April 26th, 1989

Height: 5′10″ (178cm)

Weight: 138 pounds (63kg)

Social Media:

Instagram: xxd_litexx

Get to know him:

  • happiest man on earth
  • seriously so sunny
  • You will often see him with his eyes covered because of his small eyes
  • However, he’s said that his eyes and nose are the features that he’s the most proud of
  • He will do absolutely anything to make people laugh, no matter what it is
  • He will make himself look completely stupid if you’ll laugh
  • Happy virus
  • Incredible drummer
  • He works hard to stay in shape and to take care of himself for both himself and for his fans
  • He has a competitive side though and won’t loose easily
  • everyone needs to see this man on the TV show Running Man to see this side of him. Everyone.
  • He gets scared really easily
  • All you’d have to say is “boo” and he’d jump 10 feet
  • Hates roller coasters and haunted houses (he’s so cute on them though)
  • He loves mathematics and difficult word problems
  • He’s quick witted and very smart
  • One of his favorite things to do is to support his members and always says how grateful for them he is
  • He’s accident prone when cooking
  • Comedy king
  • Amazing at impersonations
  • Loves his fans more than anything else in the world
  • He had the main roll in a tv show called “What’s up”
  • He was in the Korean version of the musical ‘Cats’
  • He is a devout Christian

Dong Youngbae (Taeyang):

Originally posted by taeyangspecs


Position in group: Vocalist / Dancer

Birthday: May 18th, 1988

Height: 5′8″ (174cm)

Weight: 123 pounds (56kg)

Social Media:

Instagram: __youngbae__

Get to know him:

  • He hand writes letters to his band mates when they’re apart for a long time
  • or whenever he feels that they need extra encouragement
  • He hadn’t kissed a girl until his ‘I need a girl’ Music video
  • He texted the members of bigbang afterwords saying “hyungs I died. I kissed a girl”
  • He’s the literal cutest human being ever
  • Extremely talented dancer
  • He tends to be quiet but extremely sassy when he speaks
  • “To those of you who said my hair looks like a mop, I hate you.”
  • ^^an actual quote from him
  • Plays the piano, guitar, and drums
  • He’s been dating the actress Min Hyo-Rin since 2013
  • He is also a devout Christian
  • He’s been good friends with Jiyong (G-Dragon) since middle school
  • Jiyong, T.O.P, and him decided to become a group of 3 in middle school when they realized how well they got along
  • He’s the motherly figure to the group members
  • He’s extremely kind and caring
  • He believes in eating right and exercise (and tries to get the other members to do the same)
  • He’s one of the only members of BigBang that can genuinely dance

Lee Seunghyun (Seungri):

Originally posted by sevnghyuns


Position in group: Vocalist / Maknae

Birthday:   December 12th, 1990 (THE NEW ALBUM IS COMING OUT ON HIS BIRTHDAY OMFG)

Height: 5′9″ (176cm)

Weight: 132 pounds (60kg)

Social Media:

Instagram: seungriseyo

Get to know him:

  • He was so young when he joined BigBang that he didn’t know how to cook for himself
  • He made the other members cook for him until they made him learn himself
  • The other members still tease him about this to this day
  • He gets the most freaked out when the other members show too much affection to him
  • The other members show him the most affection just to screw with him
  • He’s a little shit (but we all love him anyway)
  • He sasses the members even though he’s the youngest
  • he calls his hyungs by their names like he’s an equal, even when they get mad at him for it
  • He’s sassy and blunt as hell
  • He gives a lot to charity though
  • like A LOT
  • also, he is the aegyo king
  • K I N G
  • He’s been in multiple dramas
  • Haru / Lights and shadows / Kindaichi Shonen no Jikenbo / A Message Send To You / and Angel eyes are the names of the dramas
  • He’s known for spontaneously breaking out into English songs while in concert and dancing to them (like Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies’ and Rihanna’s ‘Don’t stop the music’)
  • He’s extremely confident in himself as well as his hyungs
  • He is extremely close to his mother
  • literal sass king (his eye rolls doe)
  • he has said before that “even anti-fans are fans”
  • He loves his VIP’s with his entire soul, he loves us all so freaking much


  • Their fans are called VIP’s
  • They are one of the most widely successful kpop groups in the world
  • The members were each able to branch off into extremely successful solo pursuits
  • This included solo albums, musicals, TV’s, movies, etc.
  • They take a really long time to come out with new music because their schedules are so busy separately that it’s hard for them to get together
  • It’s so worth the wait though
  • They are all extremely close to one another
  • YG added Daesung and Seungri to BigBang before their debut because he felt that a 3 man group wasn’t enough

Originally posted by taeyangspecs

A/N: @annyeongminyoongi I hope this helps you a little bit!! If you (or anyone) wants any more information on BigBang, just let me know!! I’m here for you~ Welcome to the VIP world!!

edit: Originally I thought that this post was a little long, but I added some more things to the list because I felt like I didn’t add enough information. There’s so much about them to tell! They’re truely amazing men

anonymous asked:

I was watching the Worldwide iTunes Song Chart and it's sad that Louis being with the most recent single is in the 187 place. Do you think this is because of general public or fans not buying his song? Harry (SOTT 43) Niall (SH 145) Louis (MY 187) Liam (STD 214)

Hi, anon. And James Arthur is at 50 with his new single. 

The WW chart is maybe a little broad, but if you want a clear idea of the situation, look to the drop of 41 positions predicted for the UK charts. After he barely made it into the top 40 in the first place. And that he doesn’t appear to be on any US chart.

But is it surprising? The GP has very little to go on regarding Louis and his music. And talent and good music can only get you so far. You need exposure and you need professional support.

The negligible exposure he got with BTY promo was all too frequently linked to the stunts and an image of questionable appeal, as well as unfavorable comparisons to his band mates and a general message that he’s less talented.  And since the abrupt end to the minimal BTY promo, there’s been nothing to keep him relevant and build interest in him and his music.

Syndicated press about his fatherhood does not do that. Neither do tabloid articles about his girlfriend. The perfunctory article on Billboard and the iHeart channels upon release of his single are not much help, and rendered essentially useless in the wider context. And what little decent he gets is consistently undermined, or the momentum and potential wasted.

The GP doesn’t get any opportunity to know Louis, or remember him as anything except maybe the guy from the one band who’s a dad. They never see him. He’s never guested on a TV talk show; he doesn’t attend industry or celebrity events—or gets press even when he does, like Coachella. He’s never seen with other celebrities and artists. He’s only had a handful of performances, and didn’t get the same publicity and billing as the others for iHeart Festival. He hasn’t participated in any profile raising initiatives, or done any viral videos of any sort. He didn’t even get billboards or posters, except I think one in Canada.

And the GP haven‘t heard him much, either, since the plug was pulled on BTY. JLY got no radio support. And MY… has Capital played it? Has it been added to the BBC playlist?

And the bare minimum announcement there was literally days before MY dropped… did that even reach the GP?

So, in answer to your question, I think a big part of it is definitely that the GP is not very aware of Louis. And when they are made aware of him, it’s frequently in a negative way, or irrelevant to him as an artist.

I would hope that his fans that have the means will have bought the single, but, despite the worldwide trends on Twitter in moments of especial outrage, I think it’s undeniable that his fan base has been decimated through concerted efforts. And also through natural circumstance with all the boys going solo.

And a dedicated fan base is important, but it can only get you so far. Louis needs to get fair treatment, label support, management and PR looking out for his best interests. Right now, to even compare OT3 to Louis… they are in completely different spheres. :|

But we can make a difference, through streaming and requesting, and spreading the word as we can, etc. Keep supporting Louis!

Interview Confessions (Youngjae Fluff)

Summary: You and your band mates were doing an interview backstage during a rehearsal at an event. When the question about biases and bias groups appear, your band mates tell the world about your obsession with GOT7, especially Youngjae, but none of you notice that they’re right behind you.

Genre: Comedy, Fluff (?)

Length: 1K

Note: Y/N, your name Y/B/N, your band name

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

“Ah, yes here we have the new girls on the block, the rookie girl band, Y/B/N!”

You led your group to do your introduction with bright smiles. Even though it was backstage at a rehearsal for an upcoming stage and the temperature was near boiling, you and your band mates had agreed to an interview

As the interview went on, the rehearsals did as well, with idols bustling around your team, rushing for their stage.

“Right, so our final question that was sent in by your fans is… Who’s your current celebrity crush, or your current bias or bias group?”

The girls looked at you immediately and you burst out laughing. You knew what was to come since you had been going on about GOT7 for the past month.

“Why why?” The interviewer asked curiously as you continued to laugh.

“Y/N keeps talking about GOT7 sunbaenims non-stop. Even if we don’t want to hear about it, she keeps singing their songs and talking about the members.” Your band mate revealed as you couldn’t help but laugh more.

“It’s not my fault okay! They’re really good!” You defend yourself, calming down.

“So who’s her bias?” The interviewer questions, looking genuinely amused.

“I don’t even know, she talks about all of them like they’re her children.”

“Sometimes she talks about how Yugyeom is like her baby and should be protected. Other times she’s screaming because he dances so well. Then she’ll tell us about BamBam and his fashion, and about how she wants his wardrobe ”

“She talks about JJP and she keeps talking about how they take such good care of GOT7. They’re her role models for taking care of us. She also religiously watches all the shows Jackson is on, without fail, every week.”

“Y/N also loves Mark a lot. She’s always looking at pictures of him at fanmeets and concerts. She basically loves all of them. But the one person she always blushes over is Youngjae.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the mention of his name, or maybe it was because your band members just revealed your fangirl ways to the internet.

“Oh really? What is it about Youngjae that you like?” The interviewer asked.

“I don’t know, he’s just so… Bright? Like he’s happy all the time and he seems to be a really cool guy. His laughter is so contagious. Not to mention he’s very cute, and his fashion sense is amazing. I wouldn’t mind meeting him. It would be hard though, we’re all too busy.” You answered, shrugging casually.

Suddenly your band mates start shrieking and laughing and you’re confused because you don’t spot anything out of the ordinary. Was it what you answered? You look at them, casting them a strange look before you looked back at the interviewer. Except the interviewer was pointing behind you.

You turned behind to see not only Youngjae, who you’ve just basically confessed your love for, but also the rest of GOT7.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, instantly collapsing to the floor, covering your face with your hands.

This just made your band mates laugh hysterically at you and you hear the GOT7 boys laughing at your outburst too. “It’s not real right? It’s not actually them? They didn’t just hear me confess my love for all of them right?” You asked, looking up at the camera.

“I’m sorry, we’re actually here.” BamBam answered jokingly, offering his hand to pull you back up. Your bandmates squeal at your interaction as the interviewer looked satisfied with the content.

“Well, thank you Y/B/N for the very interesting interview! Please support Y/B/N and get their new album!” The interviewer says before allowing your band to close off the successful interview. He thanks you for the interview before leaving you with your bandmates and GOT7.

You were still sort of embarrassed at the situation so you kept quiet as your band members took it upon themselves to introduce everyone. When it came to you, you were basically about to pass out from embarrassment, or maybe you were just too excited to meet them.

“This is our leader, Y/N. She’s the mega fan who introduced you to all of us.”

You smiled shyly, greeting them. “How much did you hear?” You asked, praying that maybe they had come when you were ending the interview.

The boys burst out laughing as Jackson replies, “All of it. We’ve been behind you since the start of the interview.”

You covered your face with your hands once again, slowly but surely blushing. “We’re very flattered that you’re a huge fan of us!” JB tells you as you managed a smile. “Yup, I’m definitely flattered.” BamBam comments, smirking.

You smiled in response as you spot your manager coming towards you. It was time for your rehearsal so you shuffled the girls to the main stage. Right before you left, someone held you back. It was Youngjae and you wanted to faint right there and then.

“Y/N… Could I get your number? I think it’ll be great if we could get coffee some time.” He asked shyly, offering you his phone. You take it without hesitation and type in your number.

“Y/N! Quick! They’re gonna start without you!”

You give Youngjae back his phone before thanking him and the boys, who all had smirks on their faces, running off onto the main stage.

Later that night, you found that the boys were following you on SNS. The boys had each posted a photo with your band in the background, commenting on how great you all were. You commented on each and every one of those photos to thank them and in turn posted a video of you dancing horribly bad to Fly backstage.

At that, fans from both fandoms came to talk about your SNS interactions. When the interview was posted the next day, both fandoms lost it completely, you were getting all kinds of tweets and comments. From those supporting and shipping Y/B/N and GOT7, to those who showed their disapproval.

At that time you were still waiting for Youngjae’s text or call, but nothing came through. You were slightly disappointed that you didn’t think to get his number. You felt your phone vibrate and you sighed, thinking it was just your manager. 

‘Y/N! It’s Jinyoung from GOT7, Youngjae was too scared to ask you out so I’m doing it for him. Do you want to go get coffee with him later?’

Trouble (Chapter 2)

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

When a mysterious stranger catches your attention, you find yourself seduced by his darkness and curiosity overpowers you. As you unknowingly fall for him, he introduces you to a world where pain and pleasure are synonymous and your darkest, inner-most desires are unleashed. But how do you keep from hurting when the lines between lust and torture become blurred.


I coughed loudly and hard, trying to clear my throat of whatever invisible obstruction was choking me as mystery boy watched me and thumped my back lightly.

“You okay?” he asked in a deep, lazy voice that grumbled pleasurably against my ears. I nodded yes and avoided his eyes in embarrassment as I downed the last of the sweet alcohol in my cup, trying to soothe my esophagus. The boy dropped his hand slowly down my back and finally released me, leaving me both relieved and disappointed from the loss, and motioned for the bartender to come his way.

“Another drink for…-“ he looked at me, waiting for me to say my name.

“Oh, (Y/N)..” I provided.

“Another of whatever (Y/N) is drinking and a bottle of soju for me, please. Thank you.”

“Thank you.” I awkwardly dipped my head in a half bow, unsure of how to greet him.

“Ah, you don’t have to do that, let’s be informal. You look the same age as me anyways. My name is Suga, by the way.”

“Suga? That’s unique.” I was 90% sure that was just a nickname but I didn’t press him to tell me his birth name. “And I was born in 1993..”

“See, were the same age, I was also born in 1993.”

He turned away from me for a moment to look at what the bartender was doing and I silently watched his profile, noticing that his pale hair wasn’t completely white but had hints of a faded minty color still clinging to his roots. His eyes, although they were of an Asian shape, were still different and unique compared to the typical Korean features. Korean eyes usually had a soft, gradual sloping shape, but his had a high front slope and then a strong decline, similar to a typical Scalene Triangle. He had a straight, rounded nose, slightly puckered lips and a sharp jaw line that I really wanted to run my finger across. I quickly averted my eyes as he glanced down at me and smiled a gummy smile, its cuteness a total contrast to the sexy dangerous, demeanor he gave off. A deep chuckled rumbled through his chest at my embarrassment and I heard him say,

“You shouldn’t stare, it’s rude…”

Before I could stop the words, they tumbled out of my mouth and spilled into the air.

“I- I’m not staring, I was just admiring… you. You’re hair, I mean, it’s cool….” I finished lamely. Why did I say that, what is wrong with me, how embarrassing.

“Ah, thank you, I like your hair too.” his hand reached out and he grabbed a strand close to my face and his fingertips skimmed my burning cheek. My face felt numb and tingly where he had touched it, as if he had injected my skin with Novocain. My eyes opened wider at the intimate contact and I couldn’t help but wonder what his eyes looked like at that moment, so I looked up. What a mistake that was, for when I looked up, what I saw made a fire burn in the pit of my stomach, and it wasn’t from the alcohol.

His dark eyes reflected the lights and strobes that shot out everywhere inside the club and they looked like pictures of the galaxy; black with swirls and points of color and white, sparkly and entrancing. His face was slightly shadowed from the dark atmosphere and the electric blue lights that lit up the shelves holding bottles of liquor behind the bar bathed his face in blue, giving him a beautiful ethereal feel. I wondered if I looked the same.


Our eyes snapped apart and his hand fell from my hair as a green glass bottle of soju and a tumbler was placed in front of him and another blue drink slid my way. I grabbed it and began stirring until the white mixed with the blue and became a milky, baby blue color and watched him pour soju into his cup from the corner of my eye. His hands were nice, slightly veiny with slim, long fingers with clean, trimmed nails. He wore a couple rings and one metal link bracelet around his wrist. The silver complimented the white of his skin and coupled with the blue lights, his smooth skin gave off a cool tone.

He finished pouring the soju and raised his glass to his lips and took a long drink, tipping back his head slightly, and his adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed. When he set his glass back down, he glanced my way and I smiled nervously at him and tried to hide my blush by using my hand to cover face. He looked at me for a moment before speaking.

“Whats a girl like you doing in a place like Seoul, anyways? Where are you from?”

“I’m from America. I’m here to teach English, but I really just wanted to travel and experience new things…”

“Ahh, I see. Where in America are you from? New York, Chicago, L.A.?” His interest seemed genuinely interested, he was looking at me with alert eyes, an open face, and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed, the black sweater covering his chest rising and falling slowly.

“I’m from St. Louis, but I lived in Chicago for 2 years though. Where are you from?” I asked, more curious about him than I was eager to talk about myself.

“I was born in Daegu, I’m the pride of Daegu, actually. You should be honored to meet me.” he boasted, a smirk on his pretty face and one eyebrow raised.

“Ah, I’m so honored to meet you, really, the pleasure is all mine.” I quipped sarcastically, with a wide smile.

We talked like this for a while, sipping our drinks and learning more about each other, getting dangerously flirty with every minute. Be both had many shared interests like music, photography, and art and neither of us were very social people, we preferred to stay home and do our own thing. He told me about his group of friends that I saw earlier, who were also his band mates and how they were all like brothers, very supporting and loving of one another. Suga told me he rapped and produced some of their music which made me want to hear him rap, naturally.

“Seriously?! You have to show me now or else I won’t believe you.”

“Ah, no, I can’t. I’m not prepared…” he said, slightly flustered, his cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink as he averted his eyes and focused on the bottle of soju between us.

“Oh come on, Pride of Daegu, show me what makes you so amazing.” I teased.

“Please? Pleaaaaaaase!? Please, please, please–”

“Yah! Stop, stop. I’ll make you a deal. If you grant me three wishes, I’ll show you. Fair?”

In my mind I thought ‘how is that fair’ but out loud I said,

“Fine! Sure, whatever, ill grant you three wishes, what are they?” as I waved my hands in the air, dismissing his demands, however outrageous they could be, I didn’t care at that moment. My face was flushed and my body felt too loose and relaxed but I also felt very open to the outside world, as if an invisible veil had been pulled aside. The alcohol had freed my inhibitions and there was no voice in the back of my head telling me to behave. I didn’t notice when a dark glint entered Suga’s eyes and he stared me down, satisfied that his prey had fallen into his trap.

“Whatever I want?” he asked.

“UGH! I already said yes, now come on, rap already. Unless you can’t…”

“I’ll rap for you once you fulfill all three wishes, or else how do I know you’ll keep your promise?” his smirk grew until I could see his gums.

“AW come on. That’s not fair, at least give me a little taste. And I swear I’ll keep my promise, I always do.”

“If you come home with me, I will.”

This time his voice wasn’t as teasing, it was much more serious and dark. The air felt like it held a scale and my answer would tip the balance in one direction or the other. Looking back, this was probably the very moment that my life changed course, forever affected by Suga and never the same.

MODEST! Management


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The first two comments was from a photo perrie (perrieeele) posted on her instagram. And the other comments are from a guy’s instagram posting where he said Eid Mubarak to his followers I guess and Zayn answered on the comments. I can honestly see the difference in the texts and we all know how Zayn always tweets, and how modest fails.

TCA Backstage footage

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This Gif is from TCA (teens choice awards) where Zayn and Perrie was “all loved up”. I don’t know if this GIF will move because it doesnt to me right now but anyways, if it doesn’t I’ll explain it now, There was some fans who recorded this when TCA was on commercial and they both looked kind of uncomfortable at first and they just looked awkward too look at, Zayn looked around like he was bored, perrie sat next to Jade (on of her bandmates from little mix) and they talked, she said something to zayn and i think they smiled about it but after that, everything went to ‘Awkward Mode’ then perrie looks around and spotted a fan filming their “moment” and then she leans on his shoulder, at first I thought she whispered something to him but I just looked closely to the video and she didn’t she just laid her head on hi shoulder keep gazing at the girl who recorded it.  Zayn thought she was going to say something so he leaned his ear towards her face but when she didn’t say anything he leaned back and she sat up straight. Anyways after that they started to talk and then TCA begun with an performance by someone, and then they started genuinelly talk about it and Zayn pointed and stuff, There was one time when Zayn said something to perrie, he got close to her ear but when she turned around they were in a kissing “position” so Zayn backed away quickly, and re-telled what he said earlier. Don’t believe me? Here is a GIF of that too

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Here is a picture too

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Anyways moving on from that, too one of my favorite parts of this post.


Zerrie Paris trip

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Ok let’s start. We got this footage was taken by some paparazzi(?) I don’t know and I don’t actually care (let’s hope this gifs move because it’s IMPORTANT for you guy’s too see what that girl in red jacket does) Ok so there is two “bodyguards” or 2 men from management(?) who  

were there with Zerrie on their loved up trip, one of them took a photo of them, with a camera, and when two photos were taken, Zayn kissed perrie then quickly after that he whipped his mouth and took the camera away from the man and checked on the photo. Then this is where my favorite part comes. This lady in red jacket (who is obviously from management) gives those men them a thumbs up (signaling that they can now move on to the next stop) Perrie and those men keep looking back at that woman waiting for her signal, at some point it looked like Perrie was going towards her but then quickly looked up at the Eiffel tower (as a quick save) and then went back to Zayn. When those men got the thumbs up signal they started to walk away keep looking back towards that women. Now you have to be really fast because she does this quite quick, she does it twice. She tried to play it off in front of the cameras but we caught her. There is a video on this if you want to see the whole video if you can’t catch the thumbs up thing. You can just search on Zerrie in paris on youtube and it’ll pop up.  

OMG! So I just got this theory that the girl in the video with the red jacket might be Katie David, she works for modest and it kind of look like her anyways, look

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They are more alike than I thought and (if you are a LArry shipper you know who this woman is) But i can explain a bit for you guy’s if you don’t know who that is. As many Larry shippers believe (so do I) that Larry is fake and El and Louis relationship is fake, there are many proofs to that I might add, and Katie here, follows El and loueh everywhere on their “dates” and on twitter she only follows one direction, louis and harry, she’s like a bacteria you can’t get rid off, she is everywhere when it comes to Larry and honestly it irritates me, and now she appears with Zerrie? that makes me believe that the relationship is more PR than ever. Well I don’t actually know if it’s her so don’t jump on be being like “ IT’S NOT HER” becuase Im myself not certain but it sure does look like her.

So that’s about it on this part. let’s move on.

Tweets & Shit

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Here we go. How dumb does Management think we are? Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed that management still haven’t learned from their mistakes. They can’t photoshop, they can’t even make tweets seem reliable. When in the name of One Direction has Zayn ever wrote “z” or even “Big love”? That’s all managements work, and perrie happily answered the tweet that she couldn’t be happier as well and blablabla, Everyone knew that that tweet actually wasn’t from Zayn because Zayn never write z on his tweets because he is the ONLY one on his twitter not like little mix where they have to write who writes what. That’s how we know that it’s management they write on little mix accounts too and here are some examples (FAILS)

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That’s not even it, What annoyes me is that why is Zayn so passionate about his “beautiful fiancé” on magazines and tweets, when in all damn interviews when they bring her up he looks like this?  

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And his bandmates looks like they’ve heard some bad news. Especially Liam.

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That’s not a very happy face now is it? You might tell me now that he is tired of all the interviews asking him about that and stuff, well he knew that this would happen why would he even proposed if he wasn’t ready? I’m not going to get into this because my next post is going to be about Zerrie’s Engagement. Anyways all the boys get irritated about the subject and they don’t even support zayn seriously? And even perries band mates are tired of all the bullshit she says and the actual subject.

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Moving on because their faces got me to actually feel something towards the subject. (or not idk)

Let’s move on to their Photoshop skills shall we? (I don’t care if they are the ones who photoshop or not, but i like to blame things on modest)

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Well? have something to say? IF the relationship was real and they were the “cutest couple” in the world why do they have to photoshop pictures of them? IF they were a real couple they could just take cute selfies like these?

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They don’t have to photoshop picture of them to prove to us that they are real, wait, why do they even think that they should PROVE to us that they are real? relationships aren’t there for making people jealous it’s about a couple being in love and all management does is force it in our faces, making pictures of them, and posting old photos of them, so we BELIEVE that they are with each other, and of course one direction get’s new fans every single day and those whom haven’t heard of Little mix will of course do that because they throw them in our faces along with Zayn, just to clarify that HE is her BOYFRIEND. We already know stop throwing it in our faces. And perrie is getting caught up in her lies that she tells interviews, she always tells interviews some different shit (same old shit but a different day NANANANANANNANA I KNOOOW IKNOOW, just kidding let’s go back to where we were) She once told an interview she’s looking at wedding gowns and then at a different interview she says that she doesn’t have time, and it’s been a huge talk about the wedding theme and she tells different shit all the time about that too. anyways I couldn’t care less of the wedding that nevers going to happen.


Zerrie Animals

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They got Zerrie pets almost exactly one year apart, don’t you think that’s weird? this isn’t the first time this incident has happened. It also happened to harry, look at this

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Modest you fail AGAIN. See what I’m trying to put down here? Everything is always planned, they wait for the right time to do everything, it’s all organized. And the Zerrie pets? I honestly don’t know what to believe, sometimes I actually do have doubts about them being real but then modest always fails and we find a loophole where the truth is hiding out. The more they are trying the more we realize it’s fake.

Thanks for reading, reblogging, liking and following me. I’m not here to hate on Perrie, little mix or anyone I love Zayn and One direction to BITS and I like Little mix they are actually good and talented. I only created this blog to make people realize that this is (or at least seems) a fake relationship and we do have proof non-zerrie shippers don’t hate on perrie because she is with zayn or that we are JEALOUS, that’s not what this is about, I want people to see this from another perspective, don’t always believe everything that’s on the surface, you have to look deeper and that’s at least what Im trying to do. Thanks.

angel in disguise pt. 2 // l.h.

Pairing: Luke Hemmings+Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: Y/N and Luke haven’t seen each other since the accident, they have been living life as though as if they never met. Y/N is in shock as she finds something that Luke had made for her at get doorstep, just moments before thier lives will dramatically change.

A/N: here’s part two of the highly requested Boxer Luke AU. Just to clear things up, Y/N doesn’t know that Luke is a professional and famous boxer :) photos to what is being described are hyper linked :)

Parts 1-7

8tracks playlist 

  Five days had passed since Y/N and Luke met. Y/N had attempted to call Luke several times, but he had never picked up. Anyways, Luke was probably too busy to have time for her.

She went through her normal routine; waking up when it was pitch black, driving to uni, going to the same classes, coming home and studying till her eyes felt like they were going to fall out. But something was different, Luke kept invading her thoughts. The way he felt when they hugged, his enchanting bright blue eyes, the shape of his lips, she could go on all day. 

Luke had worked his heart out. From dusk to dawn, he would box until he couldn’t feel his arms. From running, punching, kicking, and jumping he only had one goal in mind. To win the title of Australia’s best boxer.

“Snap out of it Y/N. You don’t even know his last name,” she taunted her self, shaking her head, paying extra hard to concentrate on what her professor was rambling about. She hadn’t told anyone what had happened between them, not even her flat mate; and they were really close considering they were living with each other for the past two years. 

Finally, all of her classes were finished for the day, making Y/N have a sigh of relief. She started waling towards the library to research for an essay she had an hard time understanding. After hours and hours of trying to Google a rare disease called Hypophosphatasia for her bio med course, she found no exact and credible sources. Y/N couldn’t even pronounce the name of it, she was screwed.

After long hours of reading what seemed like an ancient textbook,she had managed to write her two thousand word essay in record time.

The Sydney heat was unbearable as usual,even at eight, making the sidewalk so hot you could fry eggs on it. She put on her headphones and chose Walk The Moon. Her room mate sent her a text that she was going to stay over at her boyfriend’s house again. Y/N responded back with a simple okay added with a smiley face, She sort of got lonely, but didn’t mind it because she got time for herself. 

Y/N hurried to where she had parked her old car whose AC took at-least fifteen minutes to cool. She sped out of the parking lot, wanting to get home as soon as possible. Taking the familiar route to her apartment on the highway, she saw something she would have never known.


“Are you sure it’s going to be there?” Luke frantically asked his friend Michael who owned a music shop. 

“Shut up Hemmings. I’ll get it there by five.” Michael assured him. “Don’t get your panties in a twist,” He joked on the phone.

“Alright then Gordon,” Luke teased back, “I gotta get back to practice.”

“Knock ‘em dead Lucas,” Michael said which had turned out to be a set good bye for them. 

“I will,” Luke chuckled hanging up the phone. He walked back to where the the make shift boxing ring was in the back of the arena where only him and his trainer were allowed. He had been there since seven in the morning, doing everything from press interviews, signing autographs and memorabilia, and taking photos with the children of all the “vip” personnel.

Luke’s most important fight of his career was just about to being in just a few minutes, as he started to change into his tight black compression shirt inside the dimly lit locker room. He slipped his favorite pair of boxing trunks over boxers that he had stole from Calum. It was his “good luck” boxers, as Luke called it. 

His trainer walked into the locker room. 

“You ready, Luke?” Mark asked him. He was like a father figure to Luke, training him since Luke started the sport when he was five.

“You bet,” Luke gave one of his heart stopping smirks. “I’ll try to go easy on him," 

"Don’t be too cocky Luke,” Mark warned, not wanting Luke to overestimate himself. 

“Alright, I was just joking.” Luke said just as his whole family walked in with Calum, Mike, and Ash. 

“Luke, you’ve grown up so much,” His mom, Liz, cooed. “Good luck out there. Don’t get hurt honey. Beat the other guy’s ass,” Liz said in a serious tone making Luke laugh. 

“Okay mum, don’t get too drunk during the match,” Luke warned knowing how much his mum liked to drink a little too much beer during his matches. 

Jack stayed behind the group, trying not to get on Luke’s bad side again. 

His three best mates pulled him into a a very tight group hug and started to chant, “Lucas!” over and over again. He was the baby of the group, making him the little one by age, but not size. 

The four boys had created a band together when they all fourteen and fifteen, instantly becoming an hit in their hometown. But because of Luke deciding to concentrate and spend all his time on boxing, they ha to break up. 

Don’t worry, they were all happy for Luke and still stuck up for each other, supporting each other in what they all wanted to do.  

They all wished Luke good luck as they went out to find their special front row seats. 

“Hope my toucans help you win tonight,” Cal giggled referring to the boxers as he walked out, slapping Luke on the but. 

“T minus five minutes.” Luke muttered now all alone. He put on his trusty bright black boxing gloves, tightening them as tight as they could be, waiting for his queue to face his fate.

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Please can you do an Ashley Purdy imagine, where your drink gets spiked at a party your friends having and Ash comes to collect you just before the drug hits you and he gets worried and takes care of you and helps you recover


You took a moment to scan your surroundings, as you stood there with a few of your friends. Your boyfriend, Ashley wasn’t too far, talking to other people.

You bit your lip as you listened to your friends conversations. Normally, you wouldn’t have been so uncomfortable. You loved talking to your friends and other people. But tonight just wasn’t your night, all you wanted to do was go home.

You set your drink down on the counter you stood by, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You made it seem like you were doing something important, when you were really just going through your Twitter.

You put your phone back, grabbing your drink again and getting up to walk over to Ashley. You waited, standing awkwardly behind him a little, avoiding eye contact with the others.

“Oh, hey babe” Ashley smiled as he’d finally saw you through the corner of his eye.

“Hey” you said, somewhat avoiding his gaze as well.

“You okay?” He asked, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to his side.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you nodded.

You spent the next half hour listening to the conversation Ashley was having with the ones he’d been talking to. His band mates had joined the group as well.

More time passed and You’d began to feel a bit weird, unknowing what this feeling was.

You ignored it, convinced it was just the alcohol. But soon enough, nausea hit you like a truck, you became very dizzy, leaning onto Ashley for support.

“Whoa, Y/N, hey” he said, handing the drink he held in his hand to a friend so he could use both hands to help you.

“I-I can’t see” you mumbled as your vision became blurry.

“Okay, okay” Ashley said, trying not to panic “do we need to call 911?”

You shook your head, knowing whatever this was, didn’t call for medical attention. All you needed was to be at home.

Ashley said nothing, he only picked you up and took you outside. The commotion and noise of the party faded from from your ears. You clung to Ashley, not knowing what was happening.

“You’re okay, you’ll be okay” Ashley said as he walked to the car, the band had even followed to make sure you were alright.

“Babe? You can hear me, right?” Ashley asked as he sat you in the passenger seat.

You looked at him and nodded, closing your eyes and wishing you could be at home. Ashley buckled your seatbelt for you, then shut the door.

He went around to the drivers side, getting in and attempting to be quick with his actions so he could get you home.

The ride seemed to take forever, until you felt the car stop. Ashley got out, rushing over to the passenger side once more.

He undid your seatbelt, then picked you up carefully. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw that Andys car had pulled up behind his, getting out.

“I followed you, what the hell happened?” Andy asked, walking over to Ashley.

“I really don’t know. I think her drink was spiked. Help me get her inside, please?” Ashley asked, not wanting to put you down.

“Yeah” Andy nodded, both he and Ashley walked up the the door.

Ashley gently handed you over to Andy so he could unlock the door. You were still awake, confused now, you knew someone else was holding you.

Andy brought you inside, Ashley instructing him to lay you down on the couch. Andy left shortly after making sure Ashley had everything under control.

Your body relaxed as you felt more at ease, you eventually fell asleep. Ashley sat next to you, waiting until you woke up.

Once you did, Ashley grabbed your hand, letting out a breath as he looked down at his lap.

“Are you okay?” He spoke softly.

“Yeah” you whispered, not feeling anything but tiredness from just waking up.

“You scared me” Ashley murmured “I feel like this is my fault”

“It’s not” you said, sitting up a little.

“I don’t know, I just- I’m glad you’re okay” he said again “you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“Yeah, Ash. I’m fine” you assured him.

“I don’t know what I would’ve don’t if you weren’t okay” he shook his head slightly.

“I am okay, thanks to you” you smiled weakly, moving closer to him.

Ashley put his arms around you, pulling you into him. He placed a kiss on your temple, keeping you there for awhile.

“Promise me you’ll watch your drink next time”

“I promise” you said, looking up at him.

“I don’t want that happening again” Ashley said seriously, putting a hand on your cheek.

“It won’t, Ashley” you said truthfully, making him smile a little.

“I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too” you whispered back before he placed his lips onto yours.

(A/N) I’m so bad at things

wolfstar singers AU
  • Remus Lupin as a singer would have kind of an Indie vibe: acoustic guitar, tambourine etc., with a very sad and melancholic repertoire so he’s not too mainstream
  • Sirius goes by “Black” as his stage name , his symbol is a stylized star, his music is weird af but very very popular after he went on tour with the rock band of his best mate James. He plays a mixture of alternative rock/punk/electronics/screamo… a very indefinable music genre, but people seem to dig it    
  • When Sirius is about to start the promotional tour for his second album his manager propose Remus as the “support” singer to open his concert
  • Sirius isn’t too sure about it, but then he listens to one of Rem’s song and falls completely in love with his music
  • After two days he knows Rems CD by heart and absolutely wants him to open his concerts
  • Remus is surprised at first and he is not sure he will go along with Black but it’s a big opportunity and he can’t say no
  • So the tour starts
  • And at first Rem thinks that Sirius is an asshole
  • And Sirius thinks that Remus is an absolute sweetheart
  • But then Remus slowly starts to like him too
  • And they become very close
  • they cover songs together in the spare time in the bus
  • they play stuff together
  • they play pranks on each other
  • and they even cover each other’s songs during their shows
  • they starts to sing duets
  • Remus calls him his “bae” on twitter and on interviews
  • and people ship them online and they are very open and tweet and laugh about it
  • one day sirius  finds a fic about them “ahah ridiculous right? ahah me kissing you, you being my boyfriend, totally ridiculous “
  • but remus looks at him with a very straight face because in his mind the idea its not totally ridiculous so he thinks he maybe he was wrong to think there was something more between them
  • sirius has a massive crush on him but he’s too afraid to act on it
  • and one day after the last concert of the tour they’re both semi drunk and they kiss
  • and in no time they’re planning a collab, fans won’t complain about it

anonymous asked:

Is niall gay? A lot of people seem to think that, me included :) i just wanted to know your opinion?

Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard someone say that a lot of people think Niall is gay.  I think he probably has the least rumors among the five boys, although there are some.

Personally, I think it’s possible that he’s any of the sexual orientations.  A lot of people in the fandom hold up things Niall does to prove he’s straight.  Aside from the fact that you can’t know someone’s sexual orientation just from how they carry themselves, the things being used are often things I’ve seen Harry, Liam, Zayn, and Louis doing as well.  I’ve also seen Niall do things that are used to illustrate how not straight Harry, Liam, Zayn, and Louis are, so… There’s an element of selective attention at play there.

We know pretty much nothing about Niall’s real love life.  He could have dated no one at all over the last 5 years, he could have had a lot of brief flings, he could have been dating one person the whole time, he could be involved with girls, boys, both, neither, etc.  Because we don’t have anything to go off of, we can’t really know.  The only reason we know anything about the other boys is because they’re clearly dating each other and through being able to see their relationships, we can tell what’s going on with them.

There are many things about Niall that don’t fit the conventional macho jock straight boy image that many people in the fandom still attribute to him.  

  • He watched The Fault in Our Stars, seem really affected by it, and easily admitted to crying over it.  
  • He’s extremely tactile with all his friends, guy and girl both, and gets tossed around by his guy friends like I’ve never seen before.  
  • He is/was a true passionate, giddy fanboy of male artists and boy bands like Michael Buble, Justin Bieber, Busted, etc. 
  • He has no problem gushing about his interest in space and NASA, something usually reserved for the nerd guy image rather than the jock guy one.
  • He declared he didn’t mind being called cute back in the day even though most men seem to dislike it.
  • Multiple people have said that although One Direction can be a ball of yipping puppies, Niall is the one who mostly stays out of tussles and isn’t aggressive.
  • He has clear style preferences and always has had since X Factor (his bracelets). Although not highlighted like Harry, he definitely has an interest in fashion in a certain sense.
  • He was very vocal and proud of his ability to cook in the past.  He’s also very tidy and more cleanly than the other boys as a rule.  He openly admits to a love of spreadsheets.
  • He’s shown acceptance and support of the LGBT+ community through his post of the rainbow shamrock during Ireland’s vote, a few other interactions with rainbows, his support of Larry and Ziam, and the fact that his pre-X Factor manager was camp, fabulous, and very likely gay.
  • He also doesn’t bat an eyelash at grinding and innuendos with his band mates who we know almost 100% are not straight.

I honestly don’t know.  I think Niall is probably better at keeping his relationships to himself, so no matter who he dates, we’re likely to know less about it.  All of the publicized relationships so far have definitely been for PR only based on the research I’ve done into how they played out.  

I don’t subscribe to the fandom attitude that “Niall is so straight” compared to the other boys.  That’s about all I can say for sure though.

Imagine Calum: Black and White

AU: In a world where color becomes more vibrant when you meet the love of your life, it becomes black and white when that love is taken away.

Premise: You and Calum have both lost people, and when you bump into him when he bumps into fans… well… things explode into color.

Rated: PG-13

AN: This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have writing it! Please request aus and stuff. I’m almost done with finals and am currently bored out of my mind. Thanks!

They say that there are whole spectrums of color that we cannot see, because humans are born to see with three cones of color. But here, in this universe, our eyes become open to a new array of colors once we lock eyes with the love of our life. Only the two of you can see these particular colors.

But as thrilling the rewards are, the consequences can be equally as devastating. If there is anything that causes one of the pair to die, the world goes black and white. There are no more mesmerizing colors, no more rainbows that make you pull over to the side of the road to admire, no more breathtaking sunsets. They’re just… gone.

The effect is devastating, depressing. A lot of nursing homes are filled with sad, old people, which is honestly one of the saddest kinds of people. There are mental institutions with wings for the “monochromes,“ as they are dubbed. Some don’t even get to see the new colors. Some go without ever knowing their love. Some are born without ever seeing color at all. Whether that’s more devastating or not is not the debate, although there have been stories where people would just be walking down the street, wondering whether they’ll meet the One, and lose color suddenly. But that’s not the important part, what matters is that those people tend to move on easier.

But there are those who believe, however, that there are those who are gifted, blessed, with a second chance. Another chance to see color. It’s never happened before; it’s a myth, an urban legend. At least, that’s what people thought.

You lost your fiance years ago, but you were resilient. You refused to walk around like a zombie, committed in the already grey walls of an institution. It was sad and demeaning, a dark spiral into hopelessness, and you thought more of yourself. So, with the help of friends and family, you saw love. You didn’t need color; you remembered color; you remembered what color was like with him, and that’s all it took.

Of course, you got used to the very grey world around you, but it all came with sacrifices. You couldn’t be a painter anymore, not how you used to be.

"Get them out! Get them out, out! All out!” you had shouted, tossing paint out of the window. It was humiliating, and if you could, you’d probably say that you were so angry that you were seeing red. But you weren’t, and you were sad.

Now you sculpted, as if that was the same. You would give anything to see red or blue again.

But now, it’s been a year of healing and therapy, and you sit at this small cafe every Monday to have their cinnamon and chocolate chip scones, which are made from scratch and are amazing. Sometimes, if you close your eyes and take a bite from one that just came out of the oven, you forget for a moment that you can’t see color.

You were in that moment, allowing the flaky dough of the scone melt in your mouth with the chocolate and cinnamon when this giant of a person stumbled into your table.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m trying to get to the bathroom to hide. I’m sorry,” he stammered through making the table upright again and rushing into the bathroom. You just watched his hands fix the table and walk away, but it just frustrated you. This guy was interrupting your private time, the time when you were able to get some peace. Forget.

You rolled your eyes, closed them, and took a deep breath. You could get that peace back if you really tried, but the sudden squealing from three girls on the line made you reopen your eyes and squint at them hard, as if the hatred could actually make them burst into flames. But, sadly, your eyes could not make them spontaneously combust; they were just broken. Although, now that you were thinking about it, that power would’ve been a great trade-off for the whole losing color thing… losing James.

“I swear, it was him! It really was! You know he lost his color? He’s a mono-freak,” one of them said, which immediately grabbed your attention. You hated the ignorant, hateful term, but the fact that you could meet someone else like you who wasn’t hopped up on antidepressants was something you didn’t want to miss.

“Really?” girl number two inquired. “Maybe one of us will be his second chance, like that exists…”

You really started to hate these girls, but there wasn’t anything you could say. You wanted to, but you couldn’t. There was too much healing left for you to do, and if you were to start, it would end in a puddle of tears and blubbering.

“Well, one can’t be too hopeful,” the third mused. “He’s bound to come out of there sooner or later. It’s inevitable.”

This peaked your interest. Who were they talking about, the guy who bumped into you? He seemed lame. Was he famous?

“Who are you talking about?” you decide to ask. The girls looked at you like you were stupid. You hated it when people looked at you like that, but it wasn’t as much as how much you hated it when people looked at you with pity.

“Calum Hood. The bassist?” the first girl looked at you expectantly as if those two hints were supposed to magically make you come to a realization or answer, but you kept staring at her, willing her to give you more information. Girl Two rolled her eyes.

“He’s a member of the band, 5 Seconds of Summer,” she said with a sneer. You made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth and nodded slightly. Now, it was familiar to you. You were a fan; you knew the words whenever their songs came on the radio, but you never kept track of their names or what they looked like. Their faces were pretty tiny on the album covers.

Calum Hood. The name suddenly clicked in your head. What was that story again?


The bassist of Aussie Band, 5 Seconds of Summer, has lost the ability to see color. While performing onstage in their hometown during their first tour, Calum had what was described by the fans as an “anxiety attack.”

“It was during their song ‘Never Be,’” a fan said in tears, mourning the loss of his role model. “He just stopped playing, then screamed.”

Calum then proceeded to curl himself down onto the floor, in which his band member, Michael Clifford, the lead guitarist, rushed to his side. The scream nearly silenced the entire arena, and the concern in the air was palpable. Especially since Hood’s mother, Joy, was in the audience that night. Worry was on the rest of the band’s faces as they waited for Clifford to say anything about what was going on, but nothing was happening. Luke Hemmings, lead vocalist and guitarist, went over as well when seeing that Clifford needed some assistance with Hood, for nothing anyone was doing seemed to get Hood back on his feet.

Ashton Irwin, drummer, then came to their aid as well, and the three carried an immobilized bassist backstage. Some sources say that when this happened, security escorted the families of the band backstage as well. After confused murmurs, Irwin came back out to announce with regret that they needed to cancel the show due to an unforeseen situation.

A week later, a video on their Youtube channel was posted, consisting of a very sleep-deprived Calum Hood, explaining that he lost his color. He explains that he never met him or her and that he was very sorry, but there was going to need to be a delay in the tour.

After the video was posted, the three other members expressed their support via Twitter.

@Ashton5sos: Never want to see a mate like that ever again. I’m so sorry Cal. We all love you x.

@Luke5sos: Will be with you every step of the way, mate. All the love.

@michael5sos​: Nothing in the world more devastating than watching all of that. I can’t believe it. You didn’t deserve it.

Well, our thoughts and prayers are with the poor lad as well.

You remember reading the article, against a lot of your family and friends’ advice. It helped you though, knowing that there was another person trying to fight what was expected of them after something so devastating. It helped you, though you never met nor spoke to him.

After about two hours, you had finished your scone and your coffee, but you kind of wanted to meet him too. Not because of some vapid reason, but to thank him. The girls had less patience than you did, so they had left a little while ago. But you did some work by sketching new ideas for sculpting.

Eventually the three hour mark was coming up, and you weren’t going to waste away your day waiting for this guy. So, you approach the men’s room door and hesitantly open the door. You poke your head inside and pray that there’s no other person there.

The silence was promising, and you mustered up some courage before saying anything.

“Hello? Is the guy hiding from those girls still here?,” you said, wondering if he was there still or if he escaped through the window. The sudden worry that you’re talking to no one in the men’s bathroom washed over you.

But there was a little squeak from the hinge, and the sound of footsteps. You still couldn’t see him, but you were sure he was there.

“Uhh… yeah,” he said with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. “Who are you?”

You mentally cursed yourself out. This was probably the most awkward introduction in history. Two strangers meet because one is hiding in the bathroom and the other’s there to tell him the coast is clear.

“I’m Y/N. You bumped into my table? I just wanted to let you know that everything is all clear. Those obnoxious girls are gone now,” you said. There was a pause before he responded.


“You’re welcome.”

You heard the shuffle of his feet start across the floor, so you moved away from the door to let him though. You turned so that your back was leaning on the same wall as the bathroom door. He emerged from the bathroom, but instead of pausing to see if you stuck around, he just left towards the front of the coffee shoppe. He walked with a slight saunter, but you could sense the strength in his back and shoulders.

A bit ticked off, you burst into a slight trot to catch up with his long legs.

“Hey, wait up,” you said as you grabbed at his upper shoulder, which was clad in a large, grey sweater. Time slowed as he turned to look at you, like the universe was trying to warn you about something. You didn’t notice, though.

When his eyes met yours, it was like the entire world exploded.

It started at his eyes. They were a warm, chocolatey brown that had golden flecks in it. His hair was deep and dark, and you saw that before, but now you could see the slight tinge of brown from where the sunlight hit his hair. His lips were pink, and his sweater was actually grey. The coffee shoppe walls were this disgusting green color, but you would look over that because of the coffee and the scones. It was amazing. The sky was blue.

You were looking in his eyes, and the whole world seemed right again. But at the same time, it was entirely too overwhelming for you. He had a big, stupid smile on his face, and you were in the middle of hyperventilating and grasping at your chest. You felt like you couldn’t even breathe, no matter how many times you sucked the air in.

It took a couple of moments for him to realize how you were reacting, and at the moment, you didn’t care how he was reacting, because you were clawing at your t-shirt, and the long sleeves felt like they were constricting you. You felt like you were wearing too much clothing for New York in November, and everything was so… difficult.

“Hey, hey,” he said, coming over and wrapping his tan arms around you. You sank to the ground as he rubbed your back, which was clad in a red shirt, a bright, blood-red shirt, a baseball shirt. You were calming down, because you could feel his heartbeat, calm and steady. It helped yours become steady too, which annoyed you. You were still so in love with James. He was the One, him. Not some pretty-boy, bassist player of some band. It was all so infuriating. You were just getting used to your life, and now you just happened to be part of some myth, some legend? You were so lucky, yet it was suffocating you.

“I can’t believe I found you,” he said, not really towards you but to no one. “I found you, and you’re crying.”

“What?” you said looking up. He chuckled slightly and looked into your eyes like he was mesmerized.

“You,” he wiped at your cheek, “are crying.”

He lifted his hand to reveal a glistening tear nestled on the pad of his thumb. You looked at it, sniffled, and ran your hands over your cheeks. There was a small crowd looking at you, since you had a panic attack in the middle of a crowded coffee shoppe. There was a camera on you, but you didn’t care, not at the moment. The timing of this sucked so bad.

“I- this isn’t happening,” you murmured, but he heard you.

“It is,” he said, his tone littered with disbelief. “I found you. I thought that I would go my entire life without finding anyone. I mean, people have always told me that I should still try to find someone. I mean, that’s all my mates know to say to me. But, it wouldn’t be the same.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” you said with some venom in your words. James. James Richard Wembley was your soulmate. He was the one that held your hair back when you spent an entire night over a toilet hurling because of food poisoning; he was the one that proposed to you in a shopping aisle when you were both arguing over what brand of coffee to buy, because he thought that if you were married to him, that you could then make all the coffee decisions; he was the one that stayed by your side through your transition from med to art school.

He was the entire reason that you dropped your mother’s dream and followed your own. That was all because he was your support system. You love James still, and you were determined to never change that. Ever.

“Y/N,” Calum said, but you hardened your heart to anything and got up to leave.

“Wait, where are you going? You can’t just leave!” he cried out desperately. You had your back facing him, and you hung your head. A new wave of tears streamed down your face, and you took a deep breath before turning to look at him again. Everything in new color, and as much as you hated it, it was even more beautiful than what you saw with James.

“I-,” you stopped for a moment. “You didn’t find her or him or whatever when you lost your color, but I did. He was smart, funny, and amazing, and I love him. I was supposed to marry him; I was supposed to mourn him and never get over him and to never date ever, so that I could honor him in that way. I wasn’t supposed to find a second person to give me my color back, to give me… the most beautiful spectrum I’ve ever seen. Seriously, this is such a gorgeous orange.”

You point at the orange lilies on the windowsill.

“But I can’t. It’s not- I can’t. It’s not fair. I can’t,” you said, but your heart sinks. You hate the fact that this… this random guy that you fished out of the bathroom, because he needed to hide from three girls, was making you heartbroken for choosing to leave.

“I get a chance at what you had,” he whispered. You hung your head again, because you couldn’t bear to look at him or feel the tug at your heart.

“I’m sorry.”

You ran.