one direction oc

Kik RP💕

Hello again 👋😊
I’m looking for a long term kik roleplay; and the longer the replies the better.

If my user doesn’t give it away, I mainly rp Larry, but I’m open to:
- Other 1D ships (M/M, M/F)
- American Horror Story
- 5 Seconds of Summer (M/F)
- Original Characters
- Hunger Games
- Divergent

I have no triggers, and I’m open to almost everything plot wise except:
- Drastically underage (under like 15🚫)
- Teacher / Student (it gets old)

My kik is feather80
If we’ve rp’d before, seriously feel free to message me again.

❗️If I don’t reply right away, just give me an hour or two, then feel free to prompt me❗️

✨Squad Goals Season 3 Episode 3: Damn✨


“Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!” My fists clench as Kylie tries to clean one of my many wounds with some type of antiseptic that burns like hell.

“You asked me to do this!”

“I didn’t ask you to hurt me!” I argue and it’s a terrible mistake because then she presses the gauze harder to my shoulder, the stinging becoming borderline unbearable.

“If my hands weren’t sprained I’d choke you” I bite out and I hear the rip and tear of a new bandag.

“That’s your kink not mine” Kylie quips and my mouth drops open. I look over at Selena who turns her head slowly away from my television set.

“Really Sel?!” She shrugs with a mouthful of popcorn and gives me an apologetic look,

“it slipped out” she insists and I shake my head in mild disappointment.

“There,” Kylie says with a light pat to my shoulder,

“you’re all cleaned up” I lay against my pillows and take in a deep breath of air.

“This is torture” I say aloud and the two girls give hums of agreement.

“That’s how I felt when I had to get chemo for my lupus” Selena says and I sit up (which takes a serious amount of effort) and look at her.


“Chemo?” Kylie asks her eyes shining with curiosity Selena waves off the subject like it’s something miniscule.

“I don’t like to talk about really” she says before laughing at an old episode of America's  Next Top Model.

“So are you excited? They’re waking up Justin today!” Selena gets off of the floor and takes a seat on my bed, forcing Kylie to scoot over.

“I’m anxious” I admit and it was true. I’d been out of the hospital for two weeks and for those last two weeks I’d watched Justin live in a damn near vegetative state.

“When he wakes up I’m going to have to tell him about the baby” Kylie and Selena give downcast expressions. It didn’t feel right to tell a sleeping Justin that our first child hadn’t made it, and it didn’t feel right to tell him of the fucking tragic dream I’d had of ’ Drew Kylie Bieber’.

-Two Hours Later-

“This really isn’t necessary boys. We have an elevator you know” Harry Styles and Zayn Malik each hold one end of my body, their hands and arms tip toeing around the bruised portions and wounded areas.

“Where’s the fun in that love?” Zayn asks as he maneuvers down the hallway, he’s got my legs. The bandages and casting had been taken off but I still needed crutches to get around.

“You’re light as a bloody feather, dare I say lighter than C-” A loud ‘thump’ echoes off of his man bun decorated head and Cara appears,

“You’re sleeping on the couch again Styles”

“maybe I like the bloody couch It’s b-” another 'thump’ sounds and Kendall shows up in tow.

“Stop digging yourself a deeper hole” she instructs and Zayn catches my eye and we share a quick burst of laughter.

“Alright easy does it…” Harry stresses as we try to tackle the feat of putting me into a large black SUV. When I’m settled in the car the two men high five and then climb I themselves.

“That took centuries” Selena says from the very back seat and I think that we’re all startled at first.

“How long have you been in here?” Harry asks she shrugs and pulls a chocolate bar out of her purse.

“A while”

“Ah.” Zayn nods,

“Ah.” Harry mimics,

“Ah.” I finalize and then watch as Kendall, Cara, Gigi, and Kylie race to the car.

VIP Ward Cedars Sinai Hospital

“Alright Justin we’re going to take the tubes out very slowly and when I tell you to I need you to cough” the doctors had woken Justin up thirty minutes ago and after explaining his current state and situation to him they’d made quick work of some of his breathing apparatuses.

“It will be very uncomfortable at first and for that I apologize” Justin blinks his weary brown eyes and holds my hand in a weak grip. Pattie and Jeremy sit on the opposite side of the room holding hands and trying to peak over the doctor’s broad shoulders.

“Okay on the count of three” Justin blinks again and it’s only then that I notice the dark blue circles under his eyes.

“One” the doctor places a hand on the tube and Justin’s hand flexes in mine.

“Two” Pattie inhales a deep breath and I rub soothing circles onto the back of his hand.

“Three… cough!” The tube is pulled out quickly and Justin coughs like his life depends on it and in this case, it does. He coughs so hard that blood and mucus lands onto his hospital gown  and the sheets and the doctor pats  him heartily on the back. He’s let go of my hand to clutch at his neck, but then stops when he feels the stitches.

“Justin focus on breathing okay?” The doctor says calmly, but Justin gasps and chokes, struggling to fill his lungs with air.

“Give him an oxygen mask!” Jeremy shouts but the doctor shakes his head and thumps him on the back harder.

“He has to get the fluid build up out or else he’ll essentially drown in it” so Justin wheezes and coughs until finally he stops and takes a huge breath of air.

“How are you feeling Justin?” The doctor asks with a raised brow trying to offer him a glass of water, but Justin ignores him all together and embraces me in an awkward hug. My side hurts too much for me to lean closer but I place several kisses to his cheek and when his tears start to fall  I lose it.

“I love you” I whisper and he clutches me tighter, his fingers tugging at my hair. After a few he pulls away and takes the offered drink, wincing each time he has to swallow a drop.

“Are you okay honey?” Pattie asks standing up and walking to his side. Justin nods and hands her the water so she can put it back on his bedside table. He opens his mouth to speak but croaking sounds come out and he looks dismayed. Pattie, Jeremy, and I share a look.

“Don’t strain yourself son. It’ll take awhile but we’ll get your voice back. Scooter has already-” Justin shakes his head slowly and holds up a shaking hand.

“D-” I’m relieved when a syllable leaves his lips and even the doctor seems shocked.

“Babe. Don’t stress okay?” He shakes his head. The stubborn ass. I’m about to scold him when I see him trying to form the word until he takes a deep breath and let’s out a barely decipherable,


Reblog for a follow

Okay so Tumblr deleted my blog and now 4 years, 20k posts, 900 followers, and several good urls are all gone down the drain. I also can’t remember the urls of everyone I followed so I need to follow more blogs on this new one. If you reblog any of the following, reblog this (no likes) and I’ll follow you if I like your blog.

  • YouTubers
  • Bo Burnham
  • Brenton Thwaites
  • Derek Theler
  • Dylan O’Brien
  • Ed Sheeran
  • One Direction
  • 5 Seconds of Summer
  • Arrow
  • Baby Daddy
  • Doctor Who
  • The Flash
  • The Good Wife
  • How To Get Away With Murder
  • The OC
  • Parks & Recreation
  • Pretty Little Liars
  • Sherlock
  • Supernatural
  • Teen Wolf

Also, since I’m starting over with 0 followers, I’d really appreciate it if you could check out my blog and maybe follow me? I reblog the stuff listed above. (+ I tag everything). Not a requirement for a follow, but would be much appreciated! 

Thank you!

✨Squad Goals Season 2 Episode 3: We Are ✨🔞


I’m going to hell. I think as I arch my back off of the cool, grey, sheets of Louis’ bed. His head of tawny brown hair nods diligently between my legs as he licks rapidly at my clit. I let out a breathy moan and then tense my body up in the way I’ve done so many times before, but this time, I’m faking it. Don’t get me wrong, Louis gives great head.Impeccable head, but my mind is on a different world, my nerves vibrating at a different frequency. 

When Louis reaches up to palm my breast I have to mentally kick myself as a reminder to squirm and moan. My false orgasm subsides and Louis crawls up my body to plant a sloppy kiss on my lips.

“You are so beautiful” he says earnestly and I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing our lower halves together creating a delicious form a friction. Louis groans and I reach between us and take his swollen member in my hand.

“Jesus Annie,” the irritable heat between my legs subsides a tiny bit because I am reminded of how much I hate that nickname, but it’s my fault. How was he to know I hated it if I never told him? I pump him a few times and he’s gasping and sucking at my neck voraciously and for a moment I wonder if I can just finish him off like this and then go to sleep but that would be admittedly selfish so I align his dick with my center and guide my hips upwards.

“Fuck. You’re so tight” he says in a strained hiss and I squeeze my inner walls around him and by the stutter that interrupts his breathing I can tell that he’s pretty close. Louis and I had started having sex about a month after Briana had Freddie, when he had officially accepted Zayn’s offer to move in. I know that it’s super taboo to compare boyfriend’s cock sizes but it has to be done. While Louis is impressive in length he has nothing on Justin, same goes for the girth department.

Sex with Louis is usually fun, and sporadic, but when Freddie needs something it’s hurried and most times I have to finish myself off with the purple vibrator I had used diligently while Justin was on tour.

“What are you thinking about love?” Louis asks, his hips still drilling into mine to avoid his question I let out a long moan and breath frantically into his ear. He smiles against my neck before his movements still and he’s coming with a loud groan. He rolls off of me and hops out of the bed to dispose of the condom. Another thing I can’t help but to compare is that Justin and I never used a condom. There was something so impersonal about the thin piece of plastic separating two bodies.

“I’m going to go wash up and then check on the lad” he says and I nod and reach for my phone which had buzzed a few times during our intimate act. My heart races and sweat collects on my brow as the name ‘ Justin’ makes up the majority of missed alerts. He’s called three times, texted five, and direct messaged twice. I sit up, unplug my phone from it’s charger and dial his number.

“Hello?” Comes the all too familiar sound of his half asleep voice,

“yeah, did you need something?” He grunts and the sound of his bed creaking echoes through the receiver. I freeze when I hear the clear, tinkling voice of Zendaya asking him where he’s going to which he replies with a quick ‘ shhh go back to sleep’.

“Hey, yeah. I told Scooter about you and I being friends and he sort of fired the lead in my new mus2ic video…”

“I’m sorry?” I wasn’t sure what that had to do with me at all. It wasn’t my fault. It was Scoot who had been out here wylin since the breakup.

“He wants you to take her place. He thinks that the speculation around our breakup will help me break records” I nod and see where Scooter is coming from.

“So publicity?”

“Loads. You in?” Louis walks into the room with a fussy Freddie and points to the rocking chair in the corner of his room. I cover up with the bed sheet in an attempt to avoid scarring the kid for life and go back to my conversation with Justin.

“I’m in. What are friends for?” Justin scoffs and the sound of pouring liquid fills the line and I sigh,

“ your 12 o’clock bourbon?” A glass clinks and he laughs,

“ you know me so well.”

“You shouldn’t be drinking while taking your Ambien remember?” A bottle of pills rattles and a gulp is heard.

“Nah it’s all good, I take melatonin now it’s safe”


“Would I lie to you?” My heart clenches but before I can respond Freddie starts to scream his ass off and down the hall Zara does the same.

“I should let you go…” He says quietly and I bite my bottom lip,

“Yeah, text me with the details okay?” He hums his agreement and the line clicks dead.

“Love would you hold him for a second? I’ve got to grab a diaper from his nursery” I’m still butt ass naked and the only thing separating me from his onesie clad body is a thin sheet.

“Oh let me go get dr-” Louis puts the crying baby into arms and the action is so swift that my boobs are revealed. Louis rushes out of the room unaware of the event and Freddie eyes my nipples hungrily.

“Fuck no dude. These are for your dad not you.” I pull the sheet back up and he screams even louder.

The Next Day

“ I don’t think you understand the concept of exes Scoot” Justin says pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. We’re in Scooter’s office with the newly hired director of Justin’s music video. In front of us concept ideas are projected onto a screen and Justin seemed completely uncomfortable with each one.

“This video has to be sexy Justin. You knew that when we had the old director, how would that have changed with the new one?”

“Scoot I have a girlfriend!” I can’t help the snort that escapes from my mouth. Everyone turns to look at me,

“You had a girlfriend when you did the video for ‘ What Do You Mean’” I explain recalling that hoe Xenia who’d practically fucked him on screen.

“That was… Different”

“oh, was it?”



“No…” I give him a pointed look and turn to the projection the words ‘TOPLESS’ ‘ MAKEOUT’  and  ‘GRINDING’ are highlighted and I pull at the collar of my shirt and Justin sighs and turns to face me again.

“You don’t mind?”

“I don’t.”

“So we’re going to do this?” I nod and then we both turn to Scooter who’s face has regained some color,

“Thank god.” He murmurs and then we’re hounding the director for more details on the ‘We Are’ video.

{Open Starter}

Piper spat out blood and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he stumbled through the dark streets. He knew people were staring, but he didn’t care. He had noplace to be except for away from where he had been. He stumbled dizzily and bumped into someone; he’d meant to whirl round and swear at them, but something stopped him. “…Sorry,” he grunted instead, blinking owlishly up at them.


Forever is a Long Time (But a Week is Only Seven Days)

“It is not lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”    

                                                                                        ― Friedrich Nietzsche

If there was ever a time to be a single woman in the heart of Los Angeles, the time was now, and Leotie Chang absolutely loved it. She was young, successful, almost unknowingly attractive, but most importantly, she was her own person. It was just her, no obligations, no complications, no responsibilities, and it was perfect. It was whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, with her only love being the city. As an actor and director at BuzzFeed, her job often forced her into strange predicaments for the cameras, but she’s presented with the most unimaginable situation yet: Marriage. Though it is only for one week, Leotie will find herself tied down to another person, her co-worker and equally single friend, Harry Styles. For seven solid days, it wouldn’t be just him or her, but rather Harry and Leotie, Leotie and Harry. To her, it was a fate worse than death, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? 

The first installment of the eight part series is coming soon!! // Inspired by Single People Get Married For a Week* Single AF