there brit are you happy now

i don’t understand how some of you can sit here and try to force this mind set on people to believe that harry is doing this whole big solo thing when actually hes been doing nothing extra so far & doing a normal single release (just a little more dramatic and artsy) and that hes trying to erase himself from the band or trying to move on and forget the past / the boys and trying to convince everyone that hes the one ending the band when

1.) the band has been on hiatus since the end of 2015
2.) harry could’ve been a solo artist since like 2013 but never left the band
3.) its been over a year since the band went on break and hes just now releasing music, if he wanted to be the next jt he would’ve did it like a month after the break
4.) he explained in his magazine how they are on break and doing their own things
5.) he also explained in his magazine how this band was the best thing that ever happened to him
6.) just because hes being over hyped by his friends and the media doesnt mean harry asked / wanted them too, they have been over hyping everything he does for attention since xfactor tbh why is everyone acting surprised now ???
7.) he supported niall on his single, he supported louis at the xfactor with his new single
8.) the team (jeff & co) you are saying are encouraging the harry + ot3 hate were also the ones tweeting for 1d to win a brit rmbr ??? like ???

also did everyone forget that the boys all just wished him happy birthday publicly, even louis, louis !!! who hasnt tweeted harry publicly since like what 2013 or 14 i think like ??? if harry was this hot shot who wanted nothing to do with them they would’ve ignored him and not posted anything like they do on zayns birthday :) sooo i think that until harry says himself that hes over 1D (like zayn did when he went solo) im going to ignore this negativity around him because he doesnt deserve it, its not his fault that they put this image on him, he deserves a chance like niall and louis to be listened to and supported like we havent even heard him fucking speak yet and everyone is already turning on him relax, breathe, jesus christ.

The price we pay (John Laurens x Reader)

Prompt requested by anon: “Hi! :) I was wondering if you could do a John Laurens x reader where she’s really good at fighting but some soldiers don’t like that a woman is fighting along side them and they’re horrible to her so Laurens stands up for her and gets super over protective. If that makes sense? lol Thank you!”

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A/N: Okay, so this totally escalated. I’m not sure if this was what you wanted anon, but I just couldn’t help myself. Sorry, guys! Alright, Off to write We had our chance

Also, since two of my absolute favourite people on this website, @ruth-hamilton-delrio and @yayhamletnonstop published amazing chapters on their own today, I couldn’t help but to be inspired. Thank you for your awesomeness!
Also, I would like to tag @hopeandlovelastlonger because you’re the best. If you want me to stop tagging you in things, then please tell me. Hugs! <3

Warnings: A lot. Violence, blood, mentions of sexual harrassment and swearing. Slight bit of angst. Seriously, if you don’t like this kind of thing, then don’t read this. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!

Wordcount: 4,173 (Yeah, sorry…)

After spending months on the battlefield, you could no longer understand how there could possibly be any glory to gain from this. The fighting conditions were horrible, more people died every second from fatigue and malnutrition than on the actual battlefield. There was mud, blood and bug infestations everywhere, and when it wasn’t too hot outside to even move, it was raining for days, washing away every bloodstain that told the story of the horrible actions that had been committed there. At night it was so cold that the water froze, along with some extremities that were lost to frostbite.

Yes, to say that war was a prestigious thing would be an outright lie. Men without much wealth, who was seeking a way to rise above their stations looked to the military to maybe have a shot at a better life after the war, but was more likely to be killed in the span of a week.

You had managed to survive on that particular battlefield for a month now. Why, you didn’t know. maybe it was because of the brilliance of the officer in charge of the company, Captain John Laurens, who with bravery and passion took good care of his soldiers. Or maybe it was because you, surprisingly, had been a lot better at this than you initially thought.

They had wanted to enroll your brother at first, but seeing as he could barely walk on his malformed feet, you had begged and begged your father to let you go instead. After weeks of trying to convince him, he had finally agreed. The news of a woman fighting alongside the men in the military had not been recieved with joy, and from day one you had been exposed to everything from bullying to sexual harassment. This had not made you crack, however. You were determined to show that you were just as capable as the men, if not even more capable.

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i can see the clouds are moving faster now (1 of ?)

This is my CSSS gift for @thegladelf! It has been an absolute pleasure chatting with you, Margaret, and I hope you enjoy this actually-married-but-pretending-that-they’re-not thing! This is the first part of… a few. Not sure how many at the moment. 

Many thanks to @literatiruinedme and @becauseyouwantme-itwouldbeenough and also my sister for reading over this also.

Merry Christmas to all!

Emma Swan Jones woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. Judging by the sound, she had left her phone in the kitchen last night. Killian, lying beside her with his arm tight around her waist, groaned into the pillow.

“Your turn,” Emma muttered. It was probably Ariel, their next-door neighbor with absolutely no concepts of boundaries, probably asking to come over and watch Netflix. There was literally no one else in the world save their boss who liked risking the wrath of the Joneses prior to 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday. And literally no one else in the world save their boss knew that they were, in fact, part of the CIA. The go-assassinate-someone part.

“Nope,” Killian whispered back. She pinched his back. “Fine,” he muttered, standing slowly and kissing her briefly before slumping to the kitchen. Emma grinned after her husband. His hair was gorgeous all scruffy, and he really needed to shave. Adorable.

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Hey Taylor!! This is Brit and I doing the Shook memes because honestly we are sooo shook, excited, happy, free and confused right now. Brit and I actually met through you on Instagram, and I am so proud to call her one of my best friends. She is always there for me to talk to, laugh with, and go cray cray with. I am so grateful that I have met her, and I can’t wait to go to your concert with her one day! We love you so much!
Lots of Love,

empressvegah  asked:

Omg omg i want that "am i worth it" prompt, so much potential angst! It's so gooood to imagine the scenarios for that omg. Esp Arthur asking that to Al who is courting him!

Title: Worthwhile
Summary: The soon-to-be queen of Spades is unsure if he is worth the affection Alfred shows him. 
Pairing: USUK
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,709
A/N: Thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this! 

Alfred beamed as he stepped in front of Arthur, blue eyes bright and shining. He greeted the elder enthusiastically, flinging his arms around the man’s shoulders and easily plucking him off the floor. He spun the sputtering Brit around once before setting him down, then proceeding to present him with a red rose.

“It’s so good to see you!” Alfred exclaimed happily, holding the delicate flower out to his fiancee.

Arthur’s cheeks bloomed in the color of the rose he now held in his hand and he lowered his gaze, embarrassed. “Thank you, your highness. As usual, I’m delighted to see you too, despite the fact that I visit three times a week.” The Brit replied, working to keep the sarcasm out of his tone while his parents were still present.

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You’re Not Fine

You’re not fine~Syndisparklez College AU~Happy birthday communitymc you massive pile of nerd trash.

Plot: Jordan gets sick. He lies to his roommate about exactly how sick he is. Things happen.

Triggers: Tiny blood mention, and if you’re not a fan of colds you might not wanna read this.


“Hey dude, how’d your day go?” Tom asked, dropping his backpack onto the ground heavily and flopping down on the bed.

“Shitty as hell.” Jordan coughed, tossing a tissue into the trashcan by his bed. “I bailed out of my last lecture because my brain decided to pour itself out of my nose.”

Tom made a face. “Nice mental image there. Thanks dude.”

“No *cough* problem.” Jordan replied. “Glad I could help.”

“Forreal though, dude, are you okay?” Tom asked, his facial expression morphing into a serious one. “You sound absolutely awful.”

“It’s just a cold.” Jordan waved him off. “I’ll be fine.”

Tom eyed his dark-haired roommate doubtfully. “Dude, it doesn’t sound like just a cold. Do you need anything? Meds? Tea?”

“No offense dude, but why do you care?” Jordan asked, and Tom’s face flushed. “If I were you, I’d get the hell out of here before I got you sick.”

“Aww c’mon, I can’t leave my best… friend alone in the room, helpless.” Tom replied, even though his head was screaming at him liar! liar! massive fucking liar!

“I’m not helpless.” Jordan tried to protest, but he launched into a coughing fit. Well, Tom certainly wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to take care of Jordan, that’s for sure. Most times Tom had to be careful about hiding his sexuality around his peers, especially since their college was affiliated with the church. If he came out, it could jeopardize just about everything- the most importantly of which was his relationship with his roommate.

“C’mon, I’ll make you some tea. My mum’s favorite.”

“Fuck you, you idiotic Brit.” Jordan teased. “You and your damn tea.”

“You won’t be saying that when you feel ten times better afterwards.”


For the rest of the day, Tom messed around their room tending to Jordan in various ways. The American dutifully drank the tea and despite the faces he pulled, he thanked Tom. Tom was more than happy to take care of his roommate now that he had an excuse to spend time with him.

Tom never left the room for long that weekend, taking a few trips to the grocery store for some supplies or other various things he or Jordan needed. Tom watched his roommate with a close eye, trusting that if something started going pear-shaped, Jordan would let him know.

“Thanks dude.” Jordan said as Tom handed him yet another cup of tea. “I can’t get enough of this stuff apparently.”

“You’re pretty much an honorary Brit at this point.” Tom said. “You’ve drunk more tea than anything else for the past few days. Are you sure you’re ok going back to classes tomorrow?”

“I’ll be fine dude. Don’t worry.” Jordan assured him, sliding his headphones on over his ears. Tom had learned a while ago that that was a cue for him to stop bothering Jordan and to stop worrying. He’d learned not to take it personally, people needed their personal space sometimes.

Still, as he tried to fall asleep listening to Jordan’s muffled coughs that night, he couldn’t help but worry. He hadn’t been getting better despite having been sick for the better part of a week. Tom had proposed the idea of going to the doctor on Friday, but Jordan had dismissed it almost immediately.

If Tom had a dollar for every time Jordan had told him “I’m fine,” he’d have more than enough to pay off his student loans.


Sure enough, the next morning, Jordan didn’t seem any better. “Dude, I’ll cover for you. You can copy my notes. Just get some rest.” Tom tried to tell him. Jordan gave him a glare.

“Tom.” He said tiredly, and Tom stared back at him unapologetically. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for everything you’ve done, dude. I mean it.”

“Erm… you’re welcome?” Tom turned away slightly as a blush flooded his face. “It’s really the least I could do-”

“Normal roommates don’t do this much for each other. Thanks for being there for me dude. You’re a good guy.”

Tom muttered something about getting his stuff together and quickly ducked out of sight. His face was probably a violent shade of pink right now. Man, I am in way too deep. He mused. There’s no way in hell this could ever work out for me.

“If you need to bail, let me know.” Tom said cautiously as Jordan headed out the door. He could hear him coughing all the way down the hallways. That man will be the death of me.

The lecture was a long and boring one, and throughout the duration of the professor’s dronings Tom could hear Jordan trying to muffle his coughs in the back. Suddenly, Tom saw Jordan jolt to his feet and sprint out of the lecture hall. After a moment’s hesitation, he followed.

Tom exited the hall and witnessed Jordan disappear into the men’s bathroom. He followed, just in time to see Jordan cough up a disturbingly large amount of blood into the sink. He was oblivious to the fact that Tom was watching him with a shocked expression on his face until Tom spoke.

“What the fuck?” Tom exclaimed. Jordan nearly jumped a foot into the air.

“Jesus Christ! Oh, Tom. Hi.” His already-pale face blanched further.

“How long has this been going on?” Tom asked loudly, brow furrowing as his temper spiked.

“Um… not long? Today? Maybe longer? I dunno…” Jordan wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I thought I was fine. It was just a cold.”

“Just a cold my ass.” Tom snapped. “We’re taking my car right now. We’re going to the hospital.”

Jordan began to protest weakly, but Tom pushed past him and grabbed both their book bags from the hall before practically dragging his roommate behind him and forcing him into the passenger seat of his car. “Why did you try to hide it from me, you absolute idiot?” Tom demanded, angrily revving the car and peeling out of the parking lot.

“I didn’t want to miss class and… well… the doctor costs a lot. My family isn’t the wealthiest one out there, I didn’t want to pressure them further.”

“You’re a dumbass.” Tom muttered, turning the corner abruptly. The hospital wasn’t far, luckily. “A complete and total spoon.”

Jordan snorted weakly. “You’re a spoon.”

“Get your ass inside the emergency room. Now.” I can’t believe it. The idiot was coughing up blood and he just expected to recover normally?

“My family-“

“I’ll cover it. Calm your tits.”

“I can’t-“

“Jordan, if you’re coughing up blood, something in your body is fucked up. Get your ass inside right now or I’ll carry you.” Jordan flushed, but he agreed to Tom’s angry demands. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Tom muttered, pressing his fingers into his temples in frustration. “You said you were fine, and like a dumbass I fucking bought it.”

“Tom-“ Jordan started to protest again, but Tom dragged him up to the front desk without even pausing for a moment.

“My friend needs to see a doctor. He’s been having severe cold symptoms for a few days and just recently started coughing up blood.” Tom quickly gave the clerk the information he had managed to get out of Jordan. Jordan had to wait a few minutes before any doctors could see him, but Tom headed outside to try and clear his head for a moment.

“He said he was fine. I believed him. I’m such an idiot.” Tom groaned, running a hand through his short blue hair. “I’m so fucking stupid.”


“Mr. Maron has rather severe pneumonia.” The Doctor informed Tom, his face a mask of professional calmness. Tom’s heart dropped into his toes. On the other side of the glass, Jordan was sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed. Various tubes and machines were hooked up to him, and the stubble that had begun to grow on his face contrasted sharply with the white sheets and pale skin.

“Will he be alright?” He asked quietly. He’d stopped being angry several hours before, when he was told Jordan had been admitted into the ICU.

“He’ll be kept here for a few days, but he is expected to make a full recovery.”

“No lasting effects?”

“Not usually. He should be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I see dozens of patients with pneumonia every year, Mr. Cassell. He’ll be fine, I promise.”

Still Tom couldn’t help but worry as he watched his roommate (and crush) breathe in and out steadily. For the love of God, please don’t get worse than you are now.

Tom stayed overnight at the hospital one night before his other friends dragged him home. Still, even after that, he spent as much time in the hospital as he possibly could. On the second day, he was finally allowed to see Jordan again.

His roommate looked exhausted, lying in the hospital bed, but some color had returned to his cheeks at last.

“Hey dude.” Jordan murmured quietly.

“How are you feeling?” Tom asked, sitting down in the chair beside his bed.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I feel like total shit.” Jordan replied, cracking a small smile.

“Glad we got beyond that.” Tom replied, rolling his eyes. “Dude, next time you get pneumonia, give me a little heads up ok?”

“The doctors said you’ve been hanging around here a lot.” Jordan said cautiously. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.” Tom said. “I needed to know you were okay.”

“Tom.” Jordan said. “Normal people don’t do that for their roommates.”

“I do.” Tom said. Jordan was giving him a look- one that he was not sure if he liked or not. “I care about my… friends.”

“Tom.” Jordan repeated. “Can I ask you a question?” His face was deadly serious, and Tom’s pulse increased dramatically.

“Sure dude. Shoot.” Tom replied nervously.

“Forgive me for asking this, but it’s been bothering me a bit. Are you gay?” Immediately, Tom’s heart stopped. He felt like ice water had been dumped over his head. Jordan’s eyes widened. "Dude, if you aren’t it’s cool I was just wondering-”

“No! I mean yes- wait, no… Fuck.” Tom jumped to his feet. “I dunno man I don’t-”

“Tom if you aren’t it’s fine it’s just you’ve been so good to me the last few days and I needed to know before my heart got broken any more.” Jordan rushed out, his hoarse voice quiet in the empty room.

Tom blinked. “What? I broke your heart?”

Jordan rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Tom, I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the year. I figured that after you took care of me these last few days I owed it to you to be honest for once.” He sighed. “You can leave if you want.”

“Are you contagious?” Tom asked, blinking like an idiot just standing there after he froze just as he was about to leave.

“Not anymore, why do you-” his sentence was abruptly cut off as Tom kissed him on the lips with sudden eagerness. “Oh.” He whispered after Tom pulled away.

“Jordan, if you get sick and tell me you’re ‘fine’ ever again I will hurt you.” Tom muttered. “Don’t you dare scare me like that ever again. Promise?”

Jordan smiled. “No more lies, I promise.”

Album #6

Taylor’s blonde strands rested against her pillow as she tried to drift off into a deep sleep. Breakups were never easy, but for some reason, this one didn’t compare to her breakup with Adam. It absolutely hurt, but Taylor didn’t feel so hollow for some unexplained reason. It had been a few weeks since her breakup with Tom, and she focused on writing and recording. However, she found more often than not, her lyrics and songs were not centered on her relationship with Tom, but on her relationship with Adam.

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👁 dan’s younow march 1, 2016 👁

read on google drive with links

-he’s got a tumblr jumper on
-tumblr gave it to him when they went for answer time in nyc
-he’s not fixing his bed
-final fantasy 7 is the best final fantasy
-he’s Exhausted
-he’s been vibrating slightly all day
-he went to sri lanka
-Climbed A Mountain
-uncle dan’s history lesson
-he taught us about a prince who built a palace on top of a rock who had 400 wives
-he’s getting really worked up about this piece of history
-wifi was pretty bad
-his hair is nice
-his hairdresser was late so he didn’t have to pay and he felt bad and they wouldn’t take his money and he left feeling empty inside
-he saw some wild elephants
-it was an experience
-thank god he didn’t do a liveshow when the damn daniel meme was in full swing
-he didn’t actually buy the white shoes because of the meme
-it was actually part of the outfit
-us tour talk
-hope you liked the little tour video
-sorry for ticket confusion and touts
-don’t buy overpriced tickets
-cropped trousers
-he’s so excited to go on tour in america
-pokemon excitement
-it’s march wtf
-oscars talk
-congrats leo
-the meme is dead
-good on people for bringing up important issues
-kanye talk
-it’s wild to stan kanye
-he wishes he got to see the madison square garden thing but sri lanka
-he doesn’t know what to say since the album was supposedly not finished
-nathan zed is great
-they tried using their voice for chimpbot but it didn’t read
-he watched saving mr banks on the plane home and was ugly crying the whole time
-they can’t accept food or gifts at VIP on tour because they can’t bring them home
-go to it’s cool
-his door is actually shut
-he’s been in a coma since friday night
-they start tour rehearsal in a few weeks
-the piano in dan’s room is 150 years old
-he’s SO EXCITED for the new pokemon games
-they’d like to make pokemon gaming videos but how do you record a 3ds
-he has no mouse how is he gonna end the liveshow
-he did Nothing yesterday he had a day off
-when they got the brits cupcake none of their production team wanted any and they didn’t want to ruin their suits so they took them home
-he’s had 6 cupcakes in the past few days and it was great
-he doesn’t care
-he had those cupcakes and he was So Happy
-nothing in the whole world brings him more joy than food
-he’s just accepted it now
-he did the thing where he plugged his ears during a captain america trailer at the cinema and phil told him to stop again
-he’s listening to the tame impala album because he never got around to it last year
-he highly recommends it
-he cried listening to eventually
-he’s hungry he might eat the last cupcake
-new gaming video this week
-new dinof video soon
-he hinted there’s a possibility it’s internet support group
-hope you’ve all been Good
-happy to be back in the land of wifi
-relieved to have the tickets Out There
-hope the rest of your week is nice
-now he’s gonna hold the off button on his computer until he liveshow ends

So, as most of you know, I’ve struggled with disordered eating on and off for about 5 years. About 6 months ago, I decided I was sick and tired of hating my body and I jumped on the fitness bandwagon, hoping it would stick. I’m not ripped or anything, but as of now, I’ve never been more happy with myself and currently training for my first mud-obstacle race. Recovery is a beautiful thing💜

(I have to thank fitnika aubernutter thefitally oatsnjen blissfully-brit for all the amazing inspiration and encouragement. Yall are beautiful ladies that I look up to immensely!!)

@perrieeele: How I feel right now knowing that we’re performing at the @brits awards, and nominated for TWO AWARDS! I couldn’t be happier and I couldn’t thank our incredible fans enough! You make us girls so happy, I love my girls more than anything in the world and we promise to give our all in this performance! 😘❤️

Why don’t we talk about Brit and Taylor’s friendship more? This is a woman who Taylor has literally known since they were in diapers. As lives change so do friendships and many tend to fall apart. Taylor’s career exploded, yet their friendship remained strong. They still remained just as close despite the fact that Taylor is easily one of the worlds biggest selling music artists. Outstanding friends are always there to support you and are genuinely happy for you when something great happens. Now after all these years, Taylor will be her maid of honor at her wedding. It’s so beautiful to see a friendship that has literally lasted an entire life, still have inseparable bonds and still be blossoming.



Man little mix performing at the brits 2016(finally) after the brits ignoring the girls and their success for 4YEARS!!!!!!

I can just say..i feel so proud my heart could burst!!!!

We would get so pissed every year when they didn’t perform or get nominated…..but now their time has come.

I just know for a fact with all my heart..they’re gonna smash it and leave us speechless…like they do everytime they have a big performance (teen choice awards \ both times on xfactor 2015)

I’m so happy for want your favorite artists to be successful in everything they do. And nobody deserves this more than little mix..they’ve worked their lil british bums off for 4 years and still are!!!!

I actually could cry..I’m so excited for the girls. Like first black magic 3 weeks at number 1..then get weird at number 2..then get weird platinum in 7 performing at the Brits.

We are so blessed to be alive while little mix are having their moment.

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“They’ve come so far..but this is just the beginning ”

Update:and now for the first time they’re nominated for two awards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


from prom last night! and now you all know where I went to school

it was an incredible night, so happy to have had such a great time with such great people! very surprised to win ‘most likely to have a hit record’! I’ll have a BRIT award one day guys don’t you worry

New Preference #26 - The Moment He Realizes You’re The One


You and Harry have been hanging out quite a bit lately. You and met Harry through a mutual friend, Ed Sheeran, a few years ago and ever since then you two have been talking. Recently with One Direction being on a break from touring, you two have been working on writing some songs together. You were over at his house and were playing around on the guitar as you were humming something to yourself. 

Harry was watching you and couldn’t help but realize how beautiful you looked. He always thought you were attractive and you two have flirted with the crossing the line into more than just friends, but never have actually crossed it yet. Spending these last few months working closely with you made him realize that he was falling for you. 

“So, what do you think?” You ask Harry looking up at him. 

“I uh what?” Harry asks looking back over at you. 

You laugh. “About the song. You know the thing I’ve been playing for you just now.”

“Oh. Sorry, I just uh spaced a bit.” He says. “But yeah, it sounds really good. Can’t wait to add some lyrics to it now.” 

“Me either, but I should probably get going. It’s getting late.” You say putting the guitar down. 

“Oh, yeah, maybe.” He says. “I’ll work on this after you leave and then we can met up tomorrow or something?” 

“Sounds great.” You smile getting up. You grab your things and walk to the door. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile. 

“Yeah.” He smiles wrapping his arms around you in a hug causing his heart to do a little flutter and him to realize that you’re definitely someone he wants to be with. 


You were having to watch your niece while your brother was at work. Their regular babysitter was out of town, so you offered to help. Liam was coming over with pizza and ice cream for you both. You and Liam have been really good friends for a while now and since he was in town after finishing up tour, he wanted to come and see you. 

You and your niece were playing with her toys when Liam knocks on the door. 

“It’s open!” you shout out. 

Liam turns the knob and walks in. “You know that’s probably not the best way to answer the door. I mean what if it wasn’t me and it was some crazed person that you just gave an open invitation too.”

You roll your eyes. “I saw your car pulling into the driveway. So unless someone stole your car and got rid of you, I knew that it was you at the door.” 

“Oh. Well, still you never know if that could happen!” He says. 

You laugh. “Anyway did you bring everything?” 

“One Large cheese pizza and One Large pepperoni along with some vanilla ice cream and hot fudge.” He smiles. 

“Perfect!” You smile. “Audrey, are you hungry?” 

“Yes!” She giggles. “Hi Liam!” She smiles running over to him. 

He smiles hugging her tightly. “How are you doing today Audrey?” 

“Good! I love spending time with Auntie Y/N!” She giggles. 

“Me too.” Liam smirks. 

“Aww you guys!” You giggle. 

You all then sit down at the table and you get Audrey’s plate putting on her cheese pizza slice. She smiles quickly eating it as you and Liam take your slices. 

“Thanks for coming over.” You smile. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Of course. I missed you too.” He smiles. “I’m just glad that we’re able to find time to hang out since we haven’t been able too in a while.” 

“I know. I’ve been super busy and so have you. i’m just glad it’s the summer so Uni is over with for a few months.” You say. 

“Maybe we could go on a holiday soon.” He says. 

“Can I come?” Audrey gasps. 

“Hmm. Maybe.” Liam laughs. “It depends on if your parents say it’s okay.” 

“Darn!” She pouts. 

You both laugh before finishing up your pizza. You three spend the rest of the day together and Liam just watches you playing and laughing with Audrey. He smiles looking over at you when you laugh as you were making funny faces with Audrey. He wasn’t quite sure where this came about, but at this very moment he started picturing the two of you together in this same moment but with a kid of your own. This moment was when he knew that he wanted to be with you. 


Being best friends with a girl who had an extremely jealous boyfriend was hard. You and Louis have been best friends since you two were little babies. You two grew up together. Went through tons of milestones in life together and you’ve pretty much been there for him through every successful moment in his One Direction career. At least until you got a boyfriend, who wasn’t too happy with how close you and Louis were. 

Because your boyfriend wasn’t acting like a complete jerk about everything, you sort of distanced yourself from Louis for a bit. You felt bad, but you started thinking and maybe you were spending way too much time with him. I mean it wasn’t the first time that one of you was accused of doing so. In fact the last two of Louis’ girlfriends broke up with him because of it. Louis said that he understood that you two couldn’t hang out as much, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t hurt by it. 

Louis was spending some time at his house drinking some beers. It had been a few weeks since you two had seen one another in person. You two texted every now and then, but not as much as you had before. He missed you. Really missed you. 

About 5 beers in, Louis decided to take out his phone. His lock screen was a picture of the two of you at the recent Brit Awards. You were his date and you had looked so beautiful to him that night. Your dress fit you perfectly and he was super happy that you were there with him. The longer he stared at your picture, the more he missed you. 

He missed your laugh and your smile. He missed the way that you two could just spend time together and be happy. The more the thought about how much he missed you, he was realizing one thing. He wasn’t just missing you as his best friend. He was missing you as someone he was madly in love with. 


You and Niall have been dating for over a year now. You were currently on tour with him and the boys and were loving every minute of it. This was the first tour that you were actually to be able to go to the majority of it. Niall couldn’t be happier that you were on tour with him. He felt closer to you and felt your relationship growing stronger throughout the door. 

You two were making memories together and you were enjoying being able to see the boys perform on almost an nightly basis. You were in the audience waiting for the show to start in your special spot near the stage that had become yours with each show you’ve attended. 

Once the shows started, you turn into more than just Niall’s girlfriend. You turn into the huge One Direction fangirl that you are. Niall would always look out into the crowd to watch you and your crazy dance moves. He would also make sure and sing your favorite song standing right in front of you. 

As your favorite song was approaching on the setlist, Niall walks over towards his spot on the stage in front of where you were standing, or in this case dancing. He was smiling the whole time as he sees you having the time of your life, belting out all the lyrics and dancing around. He had no clue what it was, but he was falling in love with you even more seeing you in this moment. So much more in love with you, that he was thinking about taking this relationship to the next step. He wanted to start forever with you, then and there. 

An open letter to Christer Björkman

• Kära Christer,

I’m not really one of these people who thinks that they can write things on the internet and magically have a “celebrity” respond, but hell, I thought I’d give it a go as I have the feeling the ego that propelled you to describe yourself the king of Melodifestivalen might also surface in a tendency to google yourself more than is typical of men your age. At the very least, this exercise will allow me the opportunity to get my consternation for your comments yesterday, and the noxious direction SVT have been dragging the contest towards, off my chest. Until the next obnoxious “exciting change”, at least, I guess…

I’m generally considered by friends as a calm and rational person - “more Vulcan than Spock” in the words of one mate - so it takes a fair bit to rile me. And yet, when I read your interview yesterday like the loyal subject of the Christerrealm that I am, I admit to feeling, well, rather pissed off actually. That is quite an achievement. Let me break down my bones of contention into bitesize chunks, because accessibility seems so important to you:

► So, you decide to come to the UK to tell a British paper how shit the country is? What a charming guest you are. Then, you go on about how they should be taking the contest seriously. First of all, are you shrooming right now? Because in the same article, you talk about the spectacle being more important than the song, that it is not a serious song competition but rather “music entertainment”. Music entertainment being to music what sports entertainment (WWE wrestling) is to sports, I guess; a fancy simulacrum? The fact that he wants to hand BBC’s Eurovision selection over to Simon Cowell really makes me feel like he would like to position Eurovision as reality TV rather than as a contest.

► According to Björkman, the performance is more important than the song. Maybe I am just confirming that I am from another era here, but please get lost, you crowing cockalorum. The clue is in the title. It is the Eurovision Song Contest and the most timeless songs from the ESC, the ones that we still listen to and cherish today from decades later, songs like Tu te reconnaîtras, Non ho l’età, Après toi, L’oiseau et l’enfant - these have lasted in our memories because they are bloody good songs. They soared without complicated staging or gimmicks. You have confirmed my suspicion that you would prefer Eurovision swung away from musical quality and towards pure spectacle. Maybe part of you thinks that, had you also had a little cartoon man and flashing lights, your own Eurovision song might have not have been such a risible failure. 

► Your advice on what constitutes a successful song is doubly offensive. Firstly, to the musicians - you say that they should aim for something generic, “middle of the road” and simple. In saying this sort of thing, you are dissuading musicians who do not fall into your cookie cutter mould - people like Aminata and Loïc, who didn’t seem to do too badly last year! Eurovision should be about diversity, and used to be. The high-and-mighty Björkman shouldn’t be dissuading musicians from taking risks or representing their country’s musical traditions.

► It is also offensive to the public. We don’t like challenging music? We remember the performance rather than the song? He makes Eurovision fans sound like numbskulls, swayed more by “prittee kullaz en flashin lites” than by qualitative compositions delivered strongly by capable musicians. 

► Fairly MOR, catchy simple hook, relatively contemporary - these are Björkman’s keywords for what an entry should be. To me, he’s pretty much describing You’re not alone here. I wonder if took time off his gilded throne to watch the British national selection? I did, and whilst it was no Eesti Laul, I found it much more even in terms of quality than this year’s underwhelming Melodifestivalen. The hostess made a point of emphasising Eurovision’s importance, and the BBC chose six relatively credible choices. They were not my first pick, but Joe and Jake are two nice lads with a catchy song who didn’t deserve having their chances talked down as minuscule in their own home country’s press.

► Which brings me onto my next point. This may be earth-shattering news for you, CB, but I have to break it to you. You do know that, as the organiser, you’re supposed to be impartial, right?! Can you imagine the Olympics’ organisers talking down Usain Bolt’s chances of retaining his gold medals, or the EURO’16 organisers saying “Spain’s not going to win with the squad they have” and putting them into the hardest qualifying group?

Neutrality is especially important when you are the one deciding the starting order. If the UK is given an underwhelming slot, another #1 or #2 or slotted between Russia and France in the final, we’ll know part of the reason why is because Björkman doesn’t think it’s a winner so is happy to use it as a filler. This is just another reason, to add to the bunch listed here, as to why the running order should be picked totally at random.

► The colonic mucus sauce drizzled upon this ice shit sundae was your comments about Terry Wogan. You need to start on us Irish as well as the Brits now? Is it because they were the top 2 in 1992 when your song crashed like a lead balloon? The man is not long dead. You may not have liked his style, but show some class and don’t insult the deceased, claiming they ruined Eurovision. In return, I will try not to say you ruined ESC when you shuffle off this mortal coil, although if I have to decide who had the most noxious effect on the contest, a guy who made some off-the-cuff comic remarks or the man who wants to turn the contest into one big music entertainment circus, it’s always going to be the latter.

Lots of love,

This is for Lisa’s Birthday @a-writerwrites​ someone I’m humbled to count upon my friends. You are a blessing to this fandom. Happy Birthday darling.

PSA: A lot of suspension of disbelief is necessery for you to enjoy this drabble, beware.


“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Bedroom talk with Niall!” The interviewer, and old friend, introduces. “Today I have the pleasure to welcome two of my favorite people in the world Harry and Louis! How are you doing, lads?”

After the first few pleasantries, Niall goes straight to the point, this is why his show is so popular after all. Allowing the people to have a sneak peak inside their idols’ bedroom was an instant hit. God knows why– and so does Niall.

“So you know why we’re here.” Niall asks expectantly.

Louis chuckles. “Yeah buddie. We do.”

Harry tries to deflect, with his go to promo move. It doesn’t work.

“Listen I had to endure your sex life for five years. I think it’s fair to share the burden now. Come on. You’re out, you’re proud. You’re here. Lay it on me. What is your best sexual experience.”

Louis takes a deep breath then. Alright. He can do this.

“It was just after we won our first Brit. I was tipsy and basically bouncing on Harry’s cock and apparently I was screaming–

–good times.”

Sleepover take 2

I combined a bunch of things in this one (Adam’s friends, squad persuading her that this relationship is a good thing, meeting new people, Vegas)

Sleepover part 1

March 2015 

When Taylor came back downstairs, now dressed in a clean crop top and shorts, she was immediately assaulted by questions from her friends. The questions ranged from easy to answer, to extremely awkward (especially from Ellie and Este who decided to gang up on Taylor).

“So…. How do you feel about all of this?” Selena asked, once they had settled down a little.

“About what?” Taylor replied absentmindedly.

“Well, being in a relationship again…. it’s been over two years.” Selena continued.

Taylor paled slightly, having had to overcome a lot of anxiety to actually allow herself to go on the first date with Adam.

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New Preference #12- You’re Both Nominated for the same Award


It was the Brit’s and you were attending with your boyfriend, Harry Styles of One Direction. You were happy to see that you would be sitting next to Harry and the boys. When you got to the table, Niall smirks sitting down next to you. 

“Excuse you.” Harry says. “That’s my seat.” 

You giggle. “Aww, but what if I wanted to sit next to Niall?” 

“Too bad.” Harry smirks before jokingly pulling Niall out of the seat. 

You laugh as Harry sits down and Niall sits on the other side of Liam. Harry wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in a for a kiss. 

“Now, are you going to be this lovey dovey, when I beat you boys for the British Single” You smirk. 

He gasps. “First off, what makes you so sure that you’re going to win?”

“Oh, I think we both know that I’m going to win.” You smirk. 

Harry rolls his eyes. “’We’ll just see about that, now won’t we?” 

You all had to wait to about midway through the award show. 

“And the Brit goes to…” They say. “Y/N!” 

You stand up happily and all the boys hug you. You smile and turn to Harry, who is playfully pouting and has his arms crossed. You laugh and hit his arm gently as you wipe the happy tears from your eyes. He smirks getting up and wrapping his arms around you in a hug before giving you a quick kiss. He wipes your tears. 

“I’m so proud, baby.” He whispers before letting you go up on stage to get your award.


The Teen Choice Awards were tonight and you and your boyfriend were both nominated for Choice Hottie Male and Female. You both had joked that you two would would either be the hottest couple or half of a hot couple. Since the TCA’s weren’t a super formal award show, you were able to sit next to Liam. 

It was halfway through the show when the announce the presenters for your awards. 

“And your Choice Hottie for Male and Female are…. Liam Payne and Y/N!” They shout in the microphone. 

You and Liam both look over at one another. Liam smirks pulling you in for a kiss before you both head up on stage, hand in hand, to receive your surfboards. 

Liam takes his and walks over to the microphone. “Wow. This is probably one of the best awards that I’ve won and I guess I can only thank my parents for this.” He jokes. “And I would just like to add that I’m not sure if I should be honored or jealous that so many of you think my girlfriend is hot.” 

You laugh rolling your eyes before stepping up to the microphone for you to do your speech. 

“I just want to thank my parents and my beautiful amazing fans.” You smile. “You all mean the world to me and I’m glad to know that I have hot man by my side.” You joke. 

You and Liam then both head backstage carrying your big surfboards. 


It was music’s biggest night, The Grammy’s. You were so excited to go because you were nominated for Album of the Year, however, so was your boyfriend Louis Tomlinson and his band One Direction. You were sitting next to the boys and you were nervous. Part of you really wanted to win, but you also really wanted Louis and the boys to win. This would be their first Grammy win. 

“You know, I’m not going to be upset if you win instead of us, right?” Louis whispers to you as the end of the show was nearing. 

“I know, I’m just nervous because what if neither of us win?” you whisper. 

“Well then this is just a piss poor award show init?” He smirks. 

You giggle taking his hand in yours. The award show was finally coming to a close and they were about to announce the winner. 

“The biggest award of the night is Album of the Year and it goes to…” They say. “One Direction for Made in the AM!” 

You immediately stand up, jumping up a down with the boys. You hug each of them and lastly hug Louis tightly. You sniffle from tears of joy and watch as the boys make their way up to the stage. Each of the boys say something and you can’t help but smile and tear up as you see the biggest and brightest smile on Louis’ face. 


The Teen Choice Awards were tonight and you were sitting next to your boyfriend, Niall Horan. You both were nominated for having the Best Fanbase, something that you two constantly were “fighting” over. 

“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N, We’ve got the best fans in the world.” Niall says. “Tonight ya gonna find out.” 

“Oh, whatever.” you say. “We both know that my fans are the best.” 

Niall just rolls his eyes. “We’ll see.” 

It soon comes down to the announcement of the winner and you’re ready to smirk in the glory. 

“And the Best fanbase surfboard goes to…. Y/N!” They say. 

You smirk jumping up and looking at Niall. He just pouting and shaking his head. You giggle giving him a quick kiss causing him to laugh before going up to the stage. 

“Wow. This thing is huge.” You laugh. “I definitely have to say that this one of my favorite awards because it’s not for me, it’s for my fans. I always say that you’re the best and now you are.  This is for you and for all the One Direction Fans out there, we’ll share this with you because you too are the best fans in the world.” You smile before walking off stage.