“My window faces his living room, and he doesn’t close his curtains, okay?” Liam defends himself. It doesn’t have the desired effect of shutting Louis up, just gives him more questions.
“And you can’t close yours?”
That makes Liam pause. As much as he wants to say he’d considered that, he hadn’t. But now that he is, he can’t see himself doing it. Call him a glutton for punishment, but watching Zayn in his tight boxers is definitely worth occasionally seeing him on top of another man.
“I like to wake up with the sun,” he says, aware that it’s a weak excuse. “You know that.”
Louis sees right through him, grinning slowly at the shame staining Liam’s face. “You’re a filthy pervert.”
After moving into his new apartment, Liam realizes that his neighbor never closes his curtains.
"There's a meteor shower tonight, actually. Thought this might be something you'd like."
Zayn watches Liam for a moment, takes in his soft grin and honest eyes. He's nothing short of breathtaking on a normal day, but when he does these small simple things, Zayn's head gets a bit fuzzy with it. "This isn't a date, you know"
"I'm aware,” Liam laughs.
"Just making sure."
If Zayn were ready to start dating again, he'd want this. He'd want nights alone on the roof and sharing takeout. He'd want the bookstore dates, silent films, watching meteor showers on the roof and teasing each other until they're both giggling. And he'd want it all with Liam.
This isn't a date, it can't be, but God does Zayn wish it was.
Zayn's just finished his undergrad and is ready to stop messing around with strangers and get more serious about his studies as he prepares for his dream job. No relationships, no sex. Which is harder than it sounds when Liam Payne comes into his life.
Harry, with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his hair tied in a tight bun, was sweet, shy, and stayed away from the spotlight. Everyone could see his charisma, but he held it in such a reserved manner that it was always overshadowed by someone who wasn't as deserving of attention.
Until Louis came along.
Louis and Harry are criminal master minds, acting as London's personal Robin Hoods. Louis sleeps with wealthy men, and Harry uses his knowledge of technology to steal from their accounts to donate to charity. Their system is nearly perfect...
Michael's still alive, but his health bar is basically empty. He doesn't have much longer before he's gone. "So I have to stay alive now?" Harry asks.
All of his brothers in the hall shout "Yes" at once. And then Michael's icon turns grey in the corner.
Liam yells, "Get back to base!" And Harry starts running.
He doesn't even make it five steps when The Rogue steps in front of him and decapitates him before Harry realizes what's happening. The moment he hits the ground, a tinny voice is ringing out, "Rest in fucking peace, prick," and Harry's eyes widen in shock.
He turns to Niall, jaw dropped and asks in bewilderment, "Did you hear that?"
"Don't fucking talk to me, Haz," Niall snaps. He stand ups and approaches the door to his room. "All you had to do was stay on the base."
Harry's fraternity has become obsessed with the newest online game, and they'd like to think they're getting pretty good at it. Only, they keep getting killed by The Rogue, an online player who has no connection to the Frat, but seems to have a vendetta against them.
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Shawn Mendes (Musician)
31 Oct 2018
In the distance, a wolf howls, and Shawn chuckles. With the cool temperature and the trees losing leaves just outside of his window, it all fits. It’s their first autumn together, but it’s nice. Peaceful.
That is, until Niall sits up straight entirely too quickly. He’s nearly naked, only a pair of boxers hugging his hips, and it’s only just above freezing outside, but he’s staring ahead like none of this bothers him. “It’s a full moon.”
“Are you a werewolf now too?” Shawn asks sarcastically, making sure to keep his voice quiet so as to not seem too rude.
It doesn’t matter in the end. Niall pays him no mind. “I must go.”
The past six months of dating Niall have been wonderful. It’s just odd that he chose now to start insisting he’s a witch. Shawn can only take so many potions and spells before he’s bound to do something drastic.
- Part 5 of 5 Weeks of Shiall
Another coffee shop AU that no one asked for, in which Derek communicates with his eyebrows, Stiles likes Paula Cole, and both of these wingnuts are oblivious to how in love they are until it hits them like a ton of bricks.
"Stiles sighed as he watched scowly-but-insultingly-attractive-girly-coffee-drinking guy leave. “I tried to be charming,” he said aloud to no one, “Really, I did. He’s just so…sour.” because apparently the ghosts in the cafe were skeptical about that. He didn’t have a snowflake’s chance in hell with that guy, but maybe they could at least have a nice customer-barista relationship. That is, if Stiles hadn’t scared him off for good."
Bookmarked by alienharry
07 Mar 2018