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2017 Song of the Summer Showdown: 6 Bold Predictions, From Bieber to the Biggest Sleeper
Radio and streaming pros name the tracks they’re betting will achieve beach ubiquity — including the biggest sleeper.

3) The One Direction boys turned men will be major players.

Harry Styles’ rock opus “Sign of the Times” hangs on in the top 20, while Niall Horan’s sensual “Slow Hands” is rising; Louis Tomlinson has been performing his Steve Aoki team-up “Just Hold On” at dance festivals. A new Zayn Malik album is due this year, and Liam Payne’s first solo track, the rhythmic “Strip That Down” (featuring Quavo), was released May 19. “It was such an edgy, different song for me to do,” says Payne, who co-wrote the song with Ed Sheeran.


Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski

~ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Scott, Sub!Stiles, Sub!Liam, mature content.
Word count: 2 816

Tags: @pissheadofficial​, @lildoog-ish​, @17jenny​, @greek-geek481​, @luciferwaitsformetogethome​, @skysolace​, @ellko10​.

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A little bird (hey 🙆 anon!!) told me it’s @harryrainbows ‘s birthday !! 

Happy 20 Lucy !!

So this little bird also asked me if I could make a fic rec just for you, as a birthday gift, and i’m so on board with this :))

Here’s some happy/funny fics for you :* :* :* :* :*

- Tell Me What You Want: Harry is looking for a new roommate after Liam moves in with his girlfriend. After a few bad dates he’s done with men for the moment and wants to concentrate on school. That’s why he’s looking for a female or a straight male roomie. When Niall tells Louis about the free room he leaves that little detail out. Louis, desperately looking for a room, pretends to be straight, thinking it would be easy, until he discovers that Harry likes to be naked at home. His best female friend posing as his girlfriend doesn’t work very well either.“ (10k)

- True Love’s Gold : Gemma starts responding to every single one of Harry’s texts—regardless of subject—with i don’t care, talk to louis. Liam lets Harry complain to him for hours on Skype, pretending he’s not doing other things while Harry whines about his problems. Niall thinks the whole thing is hilarious, texting Harry links to articles titled So, you want your man to propose? and 15 ways to get him ready for the aisle! and follows each of these up with page upon page of laughing emojis. Harry tries everything, literally everything he can think of short of grabbing Louis by tattooed forearm and yelling, “PROPOSE TO ME BEFORE I COMBUST.” Or, it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go as planned. (27k)

- If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I’d Lie) : So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…Their families don’t know they’re married.*Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they’re just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don’t know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles’s who definitely don’t believe them. (26k)

- Four Letters, Seven Points : Louis was pretty sure that a nerd who plays Scrabble as a hobby could only be boredom personified. Harry proved him utterly wrong. (20k)

- Dance Me (to the End of Love) : You would think that it’s a simple process - you meet, you fall in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it’s no longer a straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end. (19k)

- Fake Tears and Garlic Bread :  “His date is a twat,” Harry announced, interrupting Niall and Nick, “if I had someone that pretty wanting to have dinner with me, I’d probably arrive an hour early and take him somewhere much nicer.”   “Aww Hazza, what a sappy romantic you are,” Nick cooed, “Maybe you should go and tell him that, might cheer him up.”   “You think?” Harry perked up, “Maybe I should offer to be his date instead?” Or, Louis is fed up of having to pay for his food and decides to pretend he has been stood up by his “date” in order to blag himself a free meal, Harry is the clueless romantic dragged into the equation, Zayn and Liam think Louis is an idiot, and Niall just really loves garlic bread.(7.5k)

- Just Tell Me the Song and I’ll Sing It Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage. (40k)

- Them Butterflies :To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful. Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.  This is the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again. (68k)

- leave before the lights come on : Louis’ never had a one night stand in his entire twenty-one years of existence. Not once. That is…until now. And OF COURSE this is how it happened. (15k)

- Don’t Unplug Me Or Shut Me Down : Louis scowls. “He’s a photography student. He works with gorgeous models and probably breaks hearts with his smile. I’m a nerd. I earn my money fixing broken crap, and for some stupid reason, I like it. He wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, he’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers, et cetera, et cetera.” Louis sighs. “I swear, the coolest thing I’ve ever done is wear contacts.”Basically, Louis is a self-proclaimed nerd who fixes things and Harry seems too perfect to keep breaking as many things as he does. (8k)

- Carried Away Like Butterflies  : It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him. (17k)

Just Tell Me the Song and I’ll Sing It

Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Karaoke, Music, Inspired by Music, Baseball, Sports, First Kiss, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Romance, Romantic Gestures, one brief homophobic slur, Lots of Music, Songfic, Moments

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.

Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage.

READ THIS FIC BECAUSE IT IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN!!! Honestly, I can’t scream about it enough. 

Doctor AU’s 

1. All The Lights Are Full of Colour (26k)

Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle. (Nurse Louis)

2. Fire for a Heart (43k)

The Grey’s anatomy/Chicago Fire AU. Louis is the captain of the firefighting Squad 78, Harry is a surgeon, Zayn is Louis’ second in command and Liam is the rookie. Niall and Sam are Harry’s fellow residents and have their own affair going on.

3. You and Me, We’re in This Together (32k)

Louis is a famous professional football player on the Green Bay Packers and Harry is a doctor who won’t let his patient give up on his life no matter how terrible it is.

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3) The One Direction boys turned men will be major players.

Harry Styles’ rock opus “Sign of the Times” hangs on in the top 20, while Niall Horan’s sensual “Slow Hands” is rising; Louis Tomlinson has been performing his Steve Aoki team-up “Just Hold On” at dance festivals. A new Zayn Malik album is due this year, and Liam Payne’s first solo track, the rhythmic “Strip That Down” (featuring Quavo), was released May 19. “It was such an edgy, different song for me to do,” says Payne, who co-wrote the song with Ed Sheeran.


💙💚⛵🏠 I always wonder WHY Harry avoid looking to Louis'eyes in that moment “while it is def need eye contact to serve the scene’s aim of 2 players encouraging each other” !!👀

HARRY was afraid that his eyes may disclose his real Love/feelings toward LOUIS infront of cameras 😯 …

Originally posted by begavet

2017 Song of the Summer Showdown: 6 Bold Predictions, From Bieber to the Biggest Sleeper

3) The One Direction boys turned men will be major players.

Harry Styles’ rock opus “Sign of the Times” hangs on in the top 20, while Niall Horan’s sensual “Slow Hands” is rising; Louis Tomlinson has been performing his Steve Aoki team-up “Just Hold On” at dance festivals. A new Zayn Malik album is due this year, and Liam Payne’s first solo track, the rhythmic “Strip That Down” (featuring Quavo), was released May 19. “It was such an edgy, different song for me to do,” says Payne, who co-wrote the song with Ed Sheeran.

LIKE / REBLOG this post if you wanna interact with the world famous bass-player from the experimental band GORILLAZ  —– he’s got skin that matches the complexion of CHUNKY PUKE, teeth that are so sharp, inhuman and unnaturally yellow  that you swear that he’s NEVER seen the likes of a dentist before and the overall attitude of LIAM GALLAGHER IN THE 90′s. Although, actually, he’s probably nicer.

——  ( WARNING: the package that comes along with interacting with Murdoc may include; crude remarks, the style choices of rockers from the 60′s, a lot of cursing to Satan, breath that literally replicates the smell of sardines, emotional trauma and unreleased internal aggression… a.k.a  —– ANGST ANGST ANGST  )

Due to deactivating their account Nial Horan & Liam Hemsworth, are no longer in our group. Please, as fellow role-players, we cannot stress this enough how disrespectful it is to deactivate without even telling the main. It makes it difficult in a larger group to tell our numbers and let others know who is open. All you have to do is send us a quick message. It shows respect and good character that you would ask to leave. We get it, not all roleplays are for everyone. But, please, do not just rage deactivate if something may not go your way i.e. a character approval, activity.

We believe our rules are fair from experience in other groups over the years. If there are any issues, come talk to us off anon. We’re people too – with lives. We understand real life comes first etc. But if you’re going to be rude or disrespectful we’re less empathetic of what you might have to say, especially if you write it publicly. We are trying our best to make this a fun and safe environment for all players & if you choose to create ooc drama towards any players or the main itself, we will not tolerate such behavior. It breaks my heart to see constant disrespecting of rules or warnings we’ve spent so much time creating.

As admins we have real life obligations & could very well not have a group, but we love meeting new people and making a place we all can live our rp experiences. So, we’ve been soldiering through this to keep it running for everyone else. To those who’ve been swept up, we apologize. And for the majority who have not contributed, we also apologize, for the constant notices. Thank you for bringing our dash to life. :)

To end, we hope you all will continue to make our rpg grow, and understand sometimes admins need to make tough decisions. If you ever find anything concerning or anything involving hate shoot the main a message! As well, we’re hoping to prevent other rpgs from experiencing the same disrespectful treatment, so if you see it, give them heads ups! Stay beautiful, lovlies. xx

~ Admin Team 

Stiles Was Wrong pt.2 - Liam Dunbar

Originally posted by animeswim

Mason was having the time of his life knowing that (Y/N) could change her appearance at will. He was asking her to change her eye color, her skin color, her hair color, and so on. She would do it, she didn’t really mind. She thought it was funny how he reacted and how hyper active he was about the supernatural and stuff.
“Can you have rainbow hair was cat eyes?” He asked, going far from what he had been asking before. This request caught the entire packs attention. Everyone was looking their way.
“Yeah.” She said and closed her eyes, concentrating. She had to focus a little more. She had to be able to see it in her head. Her skin changed from its blue to tan. Her hair changed from (Y/H/C) to red at the roots, down to orange, then yellow, green, blue, violet and finally purple at the tips. Her hair reached her lower back. She opened her eyes and she had green cat eyes. She smiled softly.
“You are so hot.” Liam said from across the room. He had gotten used to her changing ability, and he always said she was cute or hot or beautiful in whatever form she was. However, when she was in her true form, her blue skin and lavender eyes and the choppy hair, that was when he called her gorgeous.
“Thank you.” She said and smiled at her boyfriend. She returned to her original form and sat back against the couch. I learned something new.” She said happily.
“And what is that?” Mason asked excitedly.
She turned to Mason, and in the blink of an eye, (Y/N) was changed to look like Mason. The original jumped back, staring wide eyed. He was ecstatic and shocked all at once, and a little scared. He leaned toward her.
“Well?” She asked. She even sounded just like him!
“That is the icing on the cake.” Mason said, clapping. Stiles clapped as well, intrigued. He still didn’t know what (Y/N) was and he was still trying to figure it out, and the more you learned, the more he learn. And guess what? The more he learned, the closer he was to helping her figure herself out more and more each day.
(Y/N) changed back into her regular form, the one she wore to school. Liam came and sat beside her, taking her hand. She smiled softly at him, then looked at her phone. “I have to go.” She said and stood, her hand leaving Liam’s.
“Do you really have to?” Liam asked, making a pouty face up at her.
“Yes, I do.” She giggled and leaned down, kissing him gently. She pulled away a moment later. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She walked to the door of the house and waved to them, then she left. She walked down the sidewalk alone, not scared of the night. She knew how to take care of herself, she always had. She was looking down at her phone when she heard a car coming.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder and saw a car following her slowly. She sped up her walk and heard the car do the same. She broke out into a sprint, trying to get away. She ran down in an alley way. She heard the car stop and a car door open, then slam shut. She came to a dead end and she shook her head.
She changed quickly, sense it was almost pitch black that night. She changed into someone most people feared, some feared him by just looking at him: Derek Hale. The only reason she knew what he looked like was because she had seen him around before he left.
She turned to look at the two guys coming her way, though technically speaking, she was a he at the moment. She watched as they came closer to her, one holding a bat, the other with a gun. She didn’t say a word. She lunged at them, throwing a punch at the man with the gun. She was actually surprised that he dropped it.
She then went for the bat man, blocking his swing and breaking the bat. Derek was a strong guy, she could imitate that as well as his looks. The only thing she couldn’t imitate was the werewolf powers.
She pinned the bat man to the wall by his neck. She stared him down, knowing that they knew her secret. She couldn’t let them live, which was the scary part of it all. She had to kill to keep her secret, to stay safe.
She felt a pinch in her neck. Her eyes lids were getting heavy. Her skin turned blued, her eyes the lavender color she was born with. She was herself again, with her (Y/H/C) choppy hair. She was unable to hold the man, her body going limp. She blacked out as she heard one man say: “We finally got her.”

The next morning, Liam knew something was wrong the moment (Y/N) didn’t show up for class. He was tapping his fingers nervously on his desk all morning. When he was told her couldn’t do that anymore, due to Hayden becoming annoyed by it, he started to bit his nails.
His mind was only thinking the worst. He didn’t know if more people knew about her real self of not. It scared him to think about that. It made him wonder if there were more people like her.
He was reassured by Hayden and Mason that she was okay and that she was a big girl who could kick ass if she needed to. Liam let it settle in his mind and he nodded, agreeing with them. He then continued on with his day. At lunch, when he finally had the chance, he called her phone. No answer.
He called again near the end of lunch, still no answer. With no answer, he was forced to go onto class. He sat through all his classes thinking about her and whether or not she was okay. He couldn’t think straight without knowing if she was okay of not.
When the last period ended, he had lacrosse practice. He stayed in the locker room longer to call her again. He still got no answer. He left his phone in the locker room, pulling on his helmet and going out for practice.
Practice sucked at the beginning, all because Liam was thinking of his missing girlfriend. He was pulled aside by Scott, being asked what was the matter.
“I can’t stand to be without her, Scott. I can’t handle it if she doesn’t call me.” He explained. “It’s just, what if something’s wrong with her? What if she’s in trouble? What if she’s dead?”
“She isn’t dead, Liam.” Scott said, putting a hand on his beta’s shoulder, even though they were both wearing padding. “I’m sure she’d fine.  She may have gotten sick walking through the cold night air.”
“McCall, Dunbar, this is practice! So I want to see you practicing!” Couch yelled from the side. The two players looked that way and nodded to their coach.
“The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can go find her.” Scott told the youngest member of his pack. Liam nodded and pulled his helmet back on, Scott doing the same.
They went onto the field, all the while Liam’s phone buzzed on the locker room bench.

Notice Me

Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoyed! I kind of changed it a little bit so let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by wolfeimagines

Originally posted by liveformyaddictions

There he was. Liam Dunbar. You watched as he pulled his books for his next class out of his locker. You admired the way his lit up and the wide smile he gave to his friend, Mason. You loved how he was the baby of the pack and everyone looked after him. You loved him.

You knew in the back of your mind that it was kind of wrong to like sophomore when you were a senior but you couldn’t help it. No one knew and you wanted to keep it that way. You especially didn’t want him to know. Which wasn’t exactly a problem since he acted like you didn’t even exist. He never talked to you or even looked at you. If he saw you in the hallways he would look down at the floor, avoiding your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel hurt. Did he hate you that much? All you were to him was Lydia Martin’s best friend and the second human in the pack. You weren’t anything special.

“(Y/N), what are you looking at?” Your strawberry blond best friend asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Um, no one.” You quickly looked away from Liam and turned your full attention to Lydia.

She smirked. “I asked you what you were looking at. Not who.”

You groaned, noticing your slip up.

“But you since you answered that question for me, who were you looking at?”

You shook your head vigorously. “No one.”

“Sweetheart, I may not be able to hear your heartbeat but I can still tell when you’re lying.” She scanned the halls. “Is it him?” She pointed to a surly looking jock wearing a football jersey.

You cringed. “You know I hate football players.”

“Right.” She nodded and kept looking. “Him?” She pointed to a cute guy carrying a guitar.

“Cute but not him,” you answered. “I’m not telling you Lydia.”

She sighed. “I’m going to figure it out. One way or another.”


It had been a week and Liam had been acting weirder than ever. If he was sitting close to you at the lunch table, he would move to the other end. He wouldn’t stand next to you at pack meetings. He purposefully avoided you in the hallways, taking a different direction if he saw you coming his way. You were beginning to feel defeated and you didn’t know what to do. Maybe he really did hate you.

 It was a typical Saturday evening and you were sitting in sweats and watching Gossip Girl on Netflix while eating popcorn. You were about to select the next episode when you’re cell phone vibrated. You picked it up to see a text from Lydia.

“Hey family emergency. Can you babysit for me tonight?”

You thought about it. You hated babysitting but Lydia was your friend. You had to help her. You quickly typed out a reply.

“Yeah of course I’ll help you out”

Her reply came in a matter of seconds.

“You’re the best! I’ll drop him off in about 10 minutes”

You turned Netflix back on. At least you still had another ten minutes to be by yourself until you had watch some little kid. It was probably some little spoiled brat. You always got stuck with those. 

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. You hopped up from the couch and ran to front door. You opened it and saw Lydia. But instead of a little kid standing next to her, it was Liam. 

“What the hell is going on?” You narrowed your eyes at Lydia.

“I was supposed to look after him tonight but there was an emergency so I need you to watch him,” she explained, pleading with her eyes.

“He’s fifteen. He doesn’t need ‘looking after,’” you complain, looking over at Liam. His gaze was on the floor and he didn’t bother to look up at you.

“Just please do it.” Lydia shoved Liam towards you. He stumbled and you caught his shoulder, catching him before he fell on top of you. 

He mumbled a thanks and brushed himself off, stepping into your house. 

“You owe me one,” you bark to Lydia before closing the door. 

You walk into the living room and see Liam sitting on the couch. In your spot.

“Get out of my spot,” you tell him, pulling the blanket off of him.

He tugged it back without looking at you. “Sorry but I’m not moving.”

You tugged the blanket back towards you. “Get out of my spot.”

He shrugged. “Sorry, looks like it’s my spot for the night. At least until Lydia gets back.” 

You rolled your eyes and sat on the opposite side of the couch, as far away from him as you can. He dug his hand into the popcorn bowl and shoved the handful in his mouth, spilling some on himself, the couch and the floor.

“Yeah, you can have popcorn. Thanks for asking,” you said sarcastically, grabbing the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. “And stop making a mess.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Stop acting like my mom. I can do what I want.”

You looked at him in disbelief. What had you ever seen in him? He was such an asshole. “What is your problem?”

He looked at you blankly. “I don’t have a problem, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to speak your mind. “You’re such a dick! You used to be so nice and fun to be around. You used to be one of my best friend! When did you become such an asshole?” You jumped up from the couch. 

He hopped up in anger, throwing the blanket off of him. “I’m the asshole? I’ve been trying to get you to notice me this whole time! I tried being nice but you only saw me as a friend so I took a different approach. I’m only an asshole because I like you!”

Your jaw dropped open. This is what you’d been waiting to hear. Not in those exact words but you know. “You what?”

“I know I’m only a sophomore and you probably think it’s ridiculous that I even thought I had a chance with you. You’re a super cool, popular senior and I’m a dorky sophomore.”

“I like you too,” you blurted out.

He looked up at you, confused. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’ve liked you for a while.”

He smirks. “Well, in that case…”

He closes the gap between you two and his lips touch yours. His hands wrap your waist while your hands wrap around his neck. He bites your bottom lip and you oblige, letting him in. You play with the ends of his hair as the kiss grows more heated. You’ve imagined this so many times and it’s absolutely perfect.

He pushed you down onto the couch and climbs on top of you, his warm breath hitting your face. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer as he dips his head to your neck. He lightly licks your sweet spot and presses his lips to your neck, sucking on the skin. He lightly blows cool air on the spot and smirks at you. Yep, that definitely left a mark. 

His lips are about to meet yours once again when the front door opens. Shit you forgot to lock the front door. Lydia appears in the hallway and sees you and Liam in a compromising position.

She laughs. “God (Y/N), I told you babysit him, not molest him.”

Your face grows red as Liam smirks. “Actually, I think I’m the one molesting her.” 

So Jordan Payton is a UCLA player (he’s up for draft next year) and Liam attended a UCLA game in November.   Andy and Paddy have followed him on instagram from around that time. He follows them.  

Also he and Mike Navarra are mutuals on instagram.  He follows Gigi and Bella on instagram as well as Lewis Hamilton and Abel amongst others.  Gigi and Bella’s brother follows him. 

And Gigi and Bella are mutuals with him on twitter.   

Gone With The Wind

It was unlike her to skip class and let her grades fall. But she was, all because of a boy. Some teenage boy who she had fallen deeply in love with. Some boy who had ended up breaking her heart. The situation was mutual, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t be hurt. She was oddly similar to a child; clingy, hyper, and stubborn. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t handle her, because she acted like a child. She was too immature for him, even though at one point he found the child-like teen adorable. It had grown to be too much for him, on top of everything else. She was devastated, and heartbroken. Although, she couldn’t really handle his involvement in the supernatural. Maybe it was for the best.


“What the hell is this?” She mumbled under her breath, staring at the algebra test underneath her. She heard a soft chuckle and looked around the classroom, seeing a smile on some kid sitting next to her. She blushed and picked up her pencil, pushing the graphite to the piece of paper. Had she really been that loud?

She handed in the test, embarrassment filling her. She was sure she had failed the test, and was positive that she was going to fail the class. That test was the only thing that could’ve helped her grade. Softball would surely be ruled out of her options after grades were posted. “Hey!” A masculine voice called, grabbing her shoulder gently. She turned to the boy and smiled. “Hi. You’re the kid who laughed at me in algebra right?” The boys cheeks flushed red. “Oh, you heard that? I didn’t mean to laugh at you,” he spoke, worried that the beautiful girl was angry with him. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I would’ve laughed at myself too.” She looked into his winter-blue eyes and smiled. “Anyway, I could tutor you if you want. I know you’re trying to get on the varsity softball team,” he shot a small smile her way, hearing her heartbeat speed up slightly. “That would be wonderful. Softball is my life. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t play,” she pulled out her phone and opened up a “new contact” page. “Here, put your number in, I’ll text you,” she spoke, handing over the sleek black iPhone. His fingers attacked the keyboard momentarily before locking the phone and handing it back. “Here you go,” he smiled. She took it and slid it into her pocket. “I’ll see you later then,” she smiled brightly and began walking away, before quickly turning around. “Wait! What’s your name?” She called, hoping he would hear her. Before rounding the corner, he turned to her and his grin grew wider. “It’s Liam!”


“Liam, algebra is dumb. Why do I have to do it? I don’t need this, and never will,” she furrowed her eyebrows, giving the paper another once-over and threw her pencil at the piece of paper, frustrated. Liam turned his body on the couch to face her and grabbed her pencil, placing it back in her hand. “I know, but we have to take the class to pass sophomore year,” he scooted over to her. “Look, all you have to do is factor out the number inside the square root. If it’s negative, you just factor it out and put an i outside with the number,” he said, coaching her through one of the problems. He moved back over, finishing his worksheet as she still struggled with the third problem. “Li, can you just do this for me?” She whined, thrusting the paper forward. He chuckled, shaking his head. “If you don’t pass this test, you can’t play softball,” he reminded her, gently pushing the paper back toward her. A sigh left her lips and she took the paper. “Can you at least check this and tell me if it’s right?” She crossed her legs and stared down at the jumbled mess of writing that adorned the paper.

An hour later and the algebra study guide was done, thanks to Liam’s help. “Thanks, Liam, I appreciate it. I’ll probably still fail, but whatever,” she shoved the paper into her binder and put it back in her backpack. “Do you want a snack or something?” She padded into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips and two water bottles after hearing a yes from Liam. “So, when’s your first lacrosse game?” She handed him a water bottle and placed the now open bag of chips between them. “It’s actually this Friday,” he stated through the handful of chips in his mouth. “When’s tryouts for softball?” He took a sip of his water to rid of his dry mouth. “They start Tuesday, and go until Thursday,” she informed him, “I’m more concerned about my grades ruining my chances of playing, though. I don’t have any doubt that I’ll make it onto the team.” Liam raised an eyebrow as a smile broke out on his face. “Cocky, huh?” He joked, placing another chip in his mouth. “What? No! I’m just good at softball. I’ve played since I was four. If I get on the team this year, I could be offered a full ride scholarship. That’s why I really need to pass this test. I’m doing great in all of my other classes except for algebra. This class will be the death of me,” she mumbled. “You’ll be fine. I can tutor you on algebra and you can tutor me on how to flirt with pretty girls,” he flashed her a grin that grew when her faced heated up. He could hear her heartbeat rise and the blood rush through her veins to her cheeks. He couldn’t help it; he found himself attracted to her and everything she did. She always had a different perfume on, and all of them were intoxicating. Some days it was warm vanilla, others it was coconut. She even wore one of those fancy perfumes occasionally. Staring into her jade green eyes was like looking into another galaxy. Her silky chocolate locks were softer than any plush blanket you’d ever find. He felt his own cheeks heat up when she didn’t say anything. Was she interested in someone else? Did he come off as creepy? “You should come to the lacrosse game on Friday,” he changed the subject. She fiddled with her water bottle lid and smiled. “I planned on going. Maybe I’ll come give you a good luck hug or something before the game,” she said softly, afraid her voice would give away how excited she was that Liam had called her pretty. “What if I wore your jersey? I mean, we’re not dating or anything. It could just be friendly,” she rambled. Liam put his hand on her knee to stop her. “Sure. I’ll bring it to you Thursday,” he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out of his pocket. “I gotta go,” he stood up quickly after reading the message from Stiles. He needed someone to go spy on the new kid Theo with him. “Oh,” her smile dissipated and she stood up as well. “Do you wanna hang out Thursday? We could do homework or watch a movie or  something,” she offered, walking him to the door. He smiled and nodded, turning to her. “That’d be great,” he said, hesitantly stepping out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he lingered before rushing in to plant a kiss on her cheek and quickly walked away. He heard a squeal emit from the house after the door shut and he bit his lip, his smile growing.


It was down to the last sixty seconds of the first lacrosse game and the atmosphere was tense. The score was tied and Beacon Hills High needed to score a goal in order to win the game. Liam heard (Y/N)’s heartbeat rise as they started the clock. “Come on, Liam. You got this,” she kept whispering to herself, having no clue that Liam could hear her. He looked over at her in the stands and smiled before turning back to face his competitor. “You’re going down,” he growled lowly, stealing the white ball as soon as the whistle was blown. He ran down the field, passing the ball to Scott who would pass it back so he could score the final point and win the game. “Scott, over here!” He yelled, holding his net up. Scott threw the ball and watched as Liam flung the ball at the net. The ball smacked harshly against the net and for a second, everything was great. That was until a player on the opposing team violently tackled Liam to the ground. He let out a loud groan and heard (Y/N)’s gasp from the stand mix with the buzzer, letting students and parents know the game was officially over. “Liam!” She ran down onto the field, ignoring the calls from Finstock and other players. “Liam, are you okay?” She gently pulled off his mask, helping him sit up in the process. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, readjusting his arm so it would heal correctly. He avoided eye contact with her, scared she would see his glowing golden eyes. She flinched at the sight of his arm and helped him up. “You may have a broken arm, but you scored the winning goal,” she tried to lighten his mood and it seemed to work because a grin popped up on his face. It wasn’t long before everyone else was crowding around them. She could feel the courage and confidence bubbling up in herself, and so could Liam. As cheers sounded from the people around them, Liam pulled her into him and planted a kiss on her warm pink lips. His arm wrapped around her back and held her closely, feeling her once tense muscles relax and push herself closer to him. She pulled away first, looking deep into his blue irises. “What was that for?” She breathed, a smile fighting its way to her lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurted out, absentmindedly playing with the jersey that looked oh-so-good on her body. Her smile intensified and she nodded quickly, pressing her lips to his again. Scott and Stiles shared a look of concern. “Liam, let’s go dude! You need to shower. You smell,” Scott grabbed Liam’s jersey and yanked him away from his new girlfriend and dragged him towards the locker room. A frown found its way to her lips. What was that all about?


She stared angrily at the text message, her grip on the phone growing tighter before she threw it roughly at the wall.

From Liam: Hey, can’t make it tonight. I’m sorry.

What was going on with Liam? He had been canceling last minute on everything they had planned. Weren’t boyfriends supposed to spend some time with their girlfriends? Not ditch them? She had had enough. She grabbed her bike lock and stormed down to the garage, yanking the minty green beach cruiser bicycle from the wall and walking it outside.

A twenty minute bike ride to the school proved to be much more vigorous than she had originally thought, but she didn’t have time to care because she was too infuriated. What was he doing that he had to cancel last minute on her every time? She stormed up to the school doors, unaware of how dark it was getting outside. Throwing the doors open, she stalked around inside. “Liam!” She called loudly, her high top converse smacking against the linoleum flooring as she searched for the boy. “Liam Dunbar! Where the hell are you?!” She yelled through the dark corridors. “You better have a good reason as to why I’m walking through these dark hallways looking for your ass,” she mumbled, turning the corner. A thundering bang came from behind her, and she turned quickly, finding one of the seniors from Liam’s clique running with what seemed to be a wrench in his hand. He didn’t bother to stop, but grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. “What’re you doing?! What’s happening?” She tried to ask but he shushed her as he pulled her into the dark library and behind one of the book cases. Her heart was pounding as she heard the library door open a second time. “You dropped your phone,” the voice sounded, “it’s Malia. Should I text her back?” Stiles quietly searched his pockets and let out a silent string of curses. “You don’t know who I am, do you, Stiles?” Her heartbeat picked up as he went on a long spiel about his now paralyzed father. Footsteps faded as the attacker traveled up the stairs. Stiles glanced at the young teenage girl. “Stay right there,” he whispered, clutching his bloody wrench in his shaky hand. Stiles creeped out while she stayed behind. She clenched her eyes shut, tears filling her eyes. Was she going to die in the school library? She flinched at the sound of a loud bang, slapping her hand over her mouth. She tiptoed out from behind the book case and wiped away the salty droplets falling over her lash line to find the other boy impaled by a pole from the scaffolding, which Stiles was climbing down. He dialed 9-1-1 on the library phone before grabbing her elbow gently and hanging up the phone. “We have to go,” he spoke softly, dragging her to his jeep. She didn’t say anything but complied with him and followed, climbing into the passenger seat. “W-What was that thing? What was he?” She asked after a few tense minutes. Stiles didn’t reply for a few seconds, only clutched his steering wheel. “Please take me to Liam,” she whispered. Stiles nodded softly and let out a shaky breath before starting the jeep. The deputy had already left the school. Her tears just wouldn’t stop coming. She sent Liam a text.

To Liam: I’m coming over. I need to talk to you.  

She locked her phone and climbed out of the jeep when they got to Liam’s. She whispered a quite “thank you”. The smell of distress and warm vanilla had Liam outside within two seconds. He looked at her guiltily. He wondered if he was the cause of her tear stained face. “Liam, please tell me what’s going on with you. I can’t play this game anymore. I need to know what’s going on. You keep canceling on me without an explanation. Do you not like hanging out with me? Am I a bad girlfriend?” She whispered. “(Y/N)… You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he watched her with his sad blue eyes. “Considering what I just saw a few minutes ago, the table is pretty open to suggestions,”  she wiped her eyes and sighed. “What’re you talking about?” He searched her face for any clue of what was happening but came up empty handed. He prayed that it wasn’t supernatural. “I was at the school looking for you a-and there was this guy who had sharp jagged teeth and I hid in the library and I didn’t think I was gonna live,” she cried. Liam pulled her into his chest and looked around before taking her inside and up to his room. “He had sharp jagged teeth?” Liam tapped his fingers on his desk and sighed. “You believe me, right? Please tell me you believe me,” she whimpered. There was no way something like that was all in her head. “Of course I do,” he scooted over to her in his desk chair and grabbed her hands. “Did you see anything else about him?” She shook her head lightly and sniffled. “When he started bleeding, it wasn’t red. Some kind of silver liquid came out instead,” she noticed Liam’s face lit up as if he knew something. “Liam, please tell me what’s happening. There’s no way I imagined all of that,” she whispered, searching his eyes desperately for some kind of belief. He nodded softly and scooted back. “There’s something I gotta tell you. You can’t tell anyone else, except Mason. He already knows,” he turned away from her and sighed. “I’m a werewolf.”


“Where is he? Is he okay? I rushed over as soon as Stiles texted me,” she barged into Scott’s house frantically after hearing that Liam had been found. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in. Is he okay?” She asked, calmer this time. “Yeah, he’s fine. He needs to rest though-” Stiles spoke softly. “Can I at least see him? Please?” She whimpered, trying to get around Stiles. “Maybe you should just wait until he wakes up,” he tried to stall, tried to keep her out of the room, but she ducked underneath his arm and stalked off toward the living room. She stopped short, seeing Liam asleep on the couch with his arm around Hayden Romero, who was also asleep, cuddled into his side. “Oh,” she whispered. All heads snapped toward her and then at Stiles. “I’m just gonna go home,” she turned sharply and rushed past Stiles, exiting the house. She knew that Liam was just tired and wasn’t in the right state of mind. He had been kidnapped, for Christ’s sake. But it still stung, seeing another girl unconscious, cuddled into his warm embrace. “See you guys later,” she whispered.


“Are you coming to my game tonight?” She clung to his side, kissing his jaw and smiling up at him. “Of course. I’ll be right up front, cheering you on,” he looked down at her and kissed her head. “I’m batting first so you gotta be there at the beginning of the game.” He nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Her clinginess was slowly increasing, although he couldn’t tell. He wanted to spend more time with her after being taken and thrown into an abandoned basement. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” he said sweetly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers gently. She let out a soft giggled and kissed him, cupping his cheeks gently.

The lights were bright. The field was clean, ready to be dirtied up. The determination and ferocity in her eyes was enough to make a lion cower. She smacked the bat against her shoe before crouching slightly, adjusting her helmet and bringing her bat up into swinging position. She kept her trained eye on the pitcher, watching her wind up her arm before letting the ball go. After a split second, a crack sounded, the ball went flying, and so did her legs. They carried her all the way to second base, where she slid into safety. Her eyes flew to the stands to see a smiling Liam who gave her a thumbs up when he caught her eye. She smiled and turned, ready to slide into third. “Let’s go, Addie,” she whispered, eyeing her teammate who was up to bat. “You got this. Straight down the center,” she mumbled, stepping forward with one foot still on the base. “This is it.” Another crack and she took off towards third base, daring to turn to see if she could run home. Deciding it was worth the risk, she took off, moving with agility. She slid into home with milliseconds to spare before the catcher caught the ball. She stood up, throwing her arms in the air and cheering as she saw the scoreboard change to 1-0. She looked up at the stands, seeing Liam cheering loudly for her causing her to grin even wider. She jogged to stand behind the fence, watching her teammates bat and run until the teams had to switch.

The game came to an end and the Beacon Hills High softball team ended up winning the game. “Hey! (Y/L/N)! Round up all the bats and the balls! Take them into my office,” her coach yelled. She complied, even if she was slightly irritated that no one else had to help. She balanced all of the bats in her arms and carried them inside through the locker room and into the equipment room. She finished lining the bats up neatly before turning to head back outside. Waiting for her was Liam on the field with a bouquet of tiger lilies, her favorite flowers. Behind him was the entire softball team, each person holding a softball with a letter on it. She stepped onto the field, furrowing her brows as she walked closer. She stepped up to Liam, a joyful laugh emitting from her throat. Behind him, the softball team spelt out “Homecoming?”. “Will you go to homecoming with me?” Liam’s grin displayed a set of pearly white teeth. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Liam, of course! I can’t believe you did all of this,” she wrapped her arm around his waist as he turned to face the softball team. “You planned all of this?” She looked up at him as he shook his head. “They helped come up with it. I wanted to do something softball related, but they came up with the idea.” He tenderly kissed her forehead.


“Liam, please don’t go! You’re going to get hurt!” She cried, holding onto his arm desperately.  "I have to go! Scott’s going, he’s my Alpha. I’m going. I can’t leave my Alpha unprotected,“ he tried to reason with her, tried to get her to understand, "Besides, I’m a werewolf and I heal fast.” She watched him, growing angrier and more panicked. He couldn’t leave. What would she do? “What if they have wolfsbane? You’ll die! Can’t you just trust me this once?! I don’t have a good feeling about this!” She searched his eyes frantically for any sign of worry, but there didn’t seem to be any. “(Y/N), I’m going and that’s final,” he stood his ground, gently prying her off. He placed his lips to her forehead and turned to the door. She started shaking slightly, trying to hide the sobs that were begging to leave her body. “I-If you leave, we’re over,” she spoke as a last attempt at keeping him from harm’s grasp. She noticed him tense up and stop twisting the doorknob and for a second, she was sure he was going to stay, but he shook his head and whispered, “Fine.” before he opened the door and walked out. He loved her, but his Alpha came before any of his relationships, and Scott definitely needed his help.

It had been four days of incessant worrying and Liam still wasn’t back, so there she was at the batting cage, drunk off her ass. No one else was there to hear her curse every time she missed a ball, no one was there to hear the cruel names that came out of her mouth, or so she thought. “Fuck werewolves. Fuck boys. I don’t need him. I’m way out of his league anyway. I could do so much better,” she sniffled angrily, swinging her bat with great force. The crack of the ball being hit echoed all around her. “Boys are gross and ugly and mean and annoying and don’t care about anything other than their friends,” she scoffed, this time swinging harder. She could feel her shoulder starting to become sore and somewhat painful, indicating that she probably dislocated it, but she didn’t care. It was just temporary pain that would take her mind off of Liam. She swung the bat one more time before she felt it completely pop out and let out a whimper, dropping the bat and walk to the corner of the batting cage, wincing. “You should probably see a doctor about that,” a soft voice called out. Her head snapped up and she looked through the chain link fence. “Why are you here?” She leaned her forehead against the thin metal crossings, trying to ignore the searing pain that was radiating from her right shoulder. “Well, for starters, it’s three in the morning and you’re not home,” he started moving closer to the gated off room, “two: I know you come here when you’re angry or upset or stressed out.” He gripped onto the metal and sighed. “Please come out of the cage so we can talk,” he pleaded, and she sighed, stepping out. “What is there to talk about, Liam?” She was careful to not hit her arm on the fence door as she walked out. “Us. (Y/N), I don’t want us to be over. Scott is my Alpha and if he needs my help, I can’t desert him,” he started out, leading to a scoff from her alcohol tinged lips, “but, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You are my everything. What am I supposed to do without you? I’m a big baby with anger issues,” he said, smiling when he heard a quiet giggle from her. “You know it’s true. Please, just take me back. Give me a chance to make it up to you,” he gently grabbed her left hand, bringing it up to his mouth and looked into her eye hopefully. She let out a sigh and nodded. “How can I resist you?” She mumbled, pressing her lips toward his. All of the pain she felt left her shoulder as soon as her lips touched his. “I’ll take you to the doctor’s office in the morning to get that checked out.”


“Liam Dunbar!” She growled, storming into Scott’s house. “Is it true? Did you kiss her?” She stood in the living room of the McCall house, seething with rage. “Did you kiss Hayden?” He looked bewildered, but when his eyes widened as if realizing he had, she knew the answer. “I can’t even believe you. I trusted you! And why am I finding out from someone else, not you?!” She was a mess, and everyone in the room knew it. Everyone quickly left the room, leaving Liam alone with his rampant, probably soon to be ex-girlfriend. “Don’t you dare try and make me feel sorry for you. You cheated on me! With Hayden, the girl you hated not even three months ago!” She was nose to nose with him now, and he could literally feel the anger radiating off her body. “We’re over, Dunbar. There’s no chance in hell that I will ever take you back. Not only did you cheat, by you hid it from me. Is that why you’ve been treating me so well? So that you could try and cover up the fact that you cheated on me? You’re so pathetic,” she pushed him roughly, turning away from him. “Don’t text me, don’t call me, don’t talk to me,” she growled. “What the hell are you talking about?! I wouldn’t ever cheat on you! Who the hell told you that?!” He scoffed, standing up and crossing his arms. “I’ve never even touched another girl aside from you! Why don’t you get your story straight before you storm into someone else’s house to falsely accuse your boyfriend of cheating?” He growled back. “You know what? Why don’t you make that ex boyfriend. I’m clearly not good enough for you, right? At least, that’s what you were saying at the batting cage! I wouldn’t want to be any more of a bother to you, so let me do the honors of breaking up with you so you’re never tied down to someone again!” He yelled, all of his pent up anger pouring out through his mouth. “I’ve been treating you well because that’s what boyfriends do! I was being a shitty boyfriend before so I tried to fix it. Maybe, now that you’ve mentioned it, I will go kiss Hayden! I’ll kiss her so hard, she’ll still feel my lips on hers next week! I know that she isn’t gonna bitch at me because someone told her something false and she believed them!” His face was red with anger, and so was hers. She stared at him and clenched her fists. “Fine! Go make out with her! I’m sure she’d love to have you as a boyfriend. Who doesn’t love sloppy seconds?” She sneered, turning and storming out of the McCall house, the rest of the McCall pack sitting upstairs, listening to the exchange. Even Stiles could hear every word clearly.


She stepped onto the school bus, finding an empty seat on the rickety yellow transportation device. She could see Liam climb into Stiles’ beat up blue jeep, and felt her heart ache. She had been out of line when she confronted Liam; she knew that much, but she couldn’t break past her stubborn wall to apologize to him. She wasn’t even sure if he still had any desire to hear her speak, let alone accept a full blown apology. So, against her better judgement, she left it alone while she became known as the girl involved in the worst breakup on campus ever. The rise and fall of the Dunbar-(Y/L/N) relationship. 

5 Seconds of Summer

Because of their association with One Direction, I keep an eye on 5SOS and occasionally discuss their business here. Recently, I made a post about their net worth as a band being £0 for 2015 (through most of 2014 and 3 months of 2015) and how unbelievable that was.

They have now released their 2016 financials which show revenue earned from April 1, 2015 through March 31, 2016 and the good news is that their net worth is no longer £0.

It is £834,984 for 5SOS Ltd and £69,605 for 5 Seconds of Summer Ltd. Which, after calculating the 20% ownership of 5SOS Ltd by One Mode Productions, comes out to £184,397 each.

Headlining 69 mostly sold out arenas and touring from May to September 2015 and the band has a net worth of less than £1,000,000.

The revenue from that tour is estimated to have been $37,000,000 or £24,790,000.  

It’s very likely that they were paid salaries through the company that would not be visible on a small company accounts report, but even so, their company did not have more than £6.5 million in turnover or they wouldn’t be able to file for a small company audit exemption.

Compare this to One Direction’s Take Me Home Tour in 2013 where the estimated tour proceeds are listed as £35 million and their year end accounts showed a turnover of £49 million (which would include merch sales). So the turnover was essentially equivalent to the tour proceeds. They didn’t see all of that money, obviously, but it was run through their company. 5SOS tour proceeds are not.

Which also brings to mind Modest Management’s claim that they are due a small business audit exemption for turnover of less than £6.5 million. So 5SOS didn’t run tour proceeds through their company, and Modest didn’t run it through theirs. Who did? Someone had to cut checks to the venues for rental and pay the roadies and lighting and sound engineers. Capitol Records is the only major player left that we’re aware of. And while a 360 deal would entitle them to a share of touring profits, record companies do not normally handle the day to day business accounting of a band. 

I continue to hope that the resignation of Liam and Louis as Directors of One Mode Productions Ltd. and placement of their attorney and accountant in their stead was to make it easier for them to have access to the shady financial dealings of Modest Management. I may not be a 5SOS fan, but they deserve better.


Best Friends mechs- Matt

and with this, the mechs project is done! (though it might not be completely completed just yet? i’ll explain later)

matt’s mech i think was semi-hard to make unique from the others, he seems to like hype things, and wrestling. so we have a mech with the build of a professional fighter (may or may not be a wrestler) that punches things into dust WITH ITS FISTS, while inflicting stab damage via its GIGANTIC SPIKES, i guess something along the lines of a set of brass knuckles. 

this mech would be an extremely close combat fighter, right up in the enemy’s faces (or face areas?? perhaps the enemies are faceless idk) it would move medium speed and attacks medium speed also (liam’s has the fastest attacks and movement speed, woolie’s is a faster mover but attacks slower, and pat’s barely moves at all while grounded and takes large amounts of time to prepare -while dealing immense damage via explosives)

i almost wanted to go punisher themed but i decided against it (this is the second time i did that actually, originally i wanted to have all the mechs have drills on them but alas, i couldn’t fit them into pat’s mech’s design so i had to scratch it, you bet those spikes were thought of at some point as drills) because i kinda wanted it separate and standalone from other things -rather than relying on other franchises ya dig? 

and so instead of punisher, a generic skull with FIRE coming out of its mouth (or two cigars? take it as you will)

lastly, what other color scheme could i use except the old red white and blue

now that this project is finished -or at least finished for the time being- looking back, the only thing that ties the 4 mechs together is the gold in the color scheme (something unintentional actually for the most part) maybe it is a symbol that friendship is golden and ties the 4 together? idk you decide

the reason i even started this project was to give a little shout-out thank you to my favorite lpers for just being super goddamn quality (honestly some of the only lpers who can make me laugh consistently, and make my day better good job on that guys!). i was fiddling with the idea until i found out that matt has a tumblr and then realized, hell i should actually do this

well, realestmatt i really sincerely hope you like this or at least appreciate it (or see this even haha) at the very least, thank you for what you and your team do and know that you truly are the hypest lets players on youtube

Woolie Pat Liam

*one last note, i may post other things regarding this project like the sketches involved or maybe even a composite of the action poses or refs (i’ve kept them to size too) in which case i’ll make a new post with it all on there (it’s not a whole lot i don’t think, some of these are a bit unsatisfactory as of now and it feels like i should close it up for good, though technically the project is finished)

So Liam and Sophia are in fuck-if-i-know-where Europe/France right now.

Say it is true that the working theory that her beard contract is ending this May.

Either this shady af trip is a) time for 1DHQ and Liam and Sophia to sit down and renegotiate about a new contract or (my personal favorite) b) sophia’s one last hurrah for a fancy ass Euro trip before it all ends on May 31.

it’s “get money, bitch!” in both case for sophia but liam’s happiness is my zayn’s my ZAYN‘s happiness so let’s all pray it’s option B.

Favourite Fics Rec

I would name the stars for you (I would take you there) by impetuous

“Harry Styles is a poem waiting to happen, Louis thinks, eyes tracing peach flesh and the undercurrent of blue veins. He wants to write him all down, to capture the image of green eyes and red lips and skinny wrists… dark ink spilled across the page.”

Or a vaguely Notting Hill-like AU (or that made for TV Disney movie Starstruck if you’ve seen it… no? Just me?) starring popstar!Harry and bookkeeper/soulful poet!Louis; and including guest appearances by Fate, a wise elderly aristocrat, and lots and lots of pining.

Ace by aclosetlarryshipper

It’s real. He can’t keep denying it. Denial has just made things more difficult. Acceptance is the first stage to anything.

Louis sniffles and pulls the sun visor down, flipping it open to reveal the mirror. He stares into his own icy eyes, grimacing at the red rim around the edges.

He tries to say the words, but they still feel too final and condemning.


The sexuality crisis you probably haven’t read.

The Best Laid Plans by Emms 

Harry Styles is England’s answer to Justin Bieber. He has taken the country by storm and everybody loves him.However, there is one band that absolutely cannot stand his success, and that band is One Direction, who only years before was the biggest, newest, best thing to happen to the music industry.When Harry Styles publicly admits to having a crush on One Direction member Louis Tomlinson, the band makes a plan: Use Harry’s fame to get back into business.

let me make a thing of cream and stars by missandrogyny

It doesn’t explain why he’s lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis’ wet dreams since he was about eighteen.

(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy & gloria_andrews 

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don’t hum Bolero.

we should get jerseys by mentalistecbm

There’s a lot surrounding Harry, and Louis knows, in his heart of hearts, that there always will be. He just doesn’t know if he’ll manage to equate into the ‘always’ of it.

Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.

Pull Me Under by Zarah5

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

we were just like glue by togetherwecouldbealright

Louis works in a library where his own books sit on the shelves. Also, there may or may not be a Harry Styles involved and he may or may not be Louis’ muse. Not that Louis is admitting to anything.

Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

one more for the stars by imsosorry

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

Thought The Song Was Sung by 100percentsassy

Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry’s just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat… until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.

baby shut your mouth and turn me inside out by ballsdeepinjesus

And it’s good. It’s really, really good. Except they haven’t really talked about any of this and Harry can’t muster the courage to bring it up. Niall’s words at the bar run through his mind nearly every day. Fresh meat. Is this a thing Louis does, then? Find a toy to play with for awhile until he gets bored?He knows Louis, though. He’s been friends with him for months now and he knows that he’s not just some heartless asshole. But he doesn’t know if this is just a nice convenient hook-up to him or something more, like how Harry feels. And he knows he should ask, but he’s not brave enough. Not brave enough to possibly ruin everything when Harry can take what he’s being offered without complaints.

Harry and louis meet in a McDonald’s. Louis is everything harry needs.

colour of the rainbow (shines so bright) by whisperdlullaby

Louis’ a popular skateboarder who’s out to ruin Harry’s life, and sometimes Harry just likes to wear nail polish and panties. Or alternatively, the one where Harry absolutely does not have a diary.

so grab your passport and my hand by infinitelymint

The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they’re meant to be. They’ll figure it out soon enough.

Fading by tothemoonmydear

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.