#a day in the life of loki laufeyson #7:00 slap bitches with my pimp cane #7:30 replace thor’s shampoo with glue #8:00 go shopping for pudding #9:00 fill hiddleston’s current place of residence with copious amounts of said pudding #10:00 blow shit up #11:00 blow shit up #12:00 destroy everything #1:00 lunch time! #2:00 resume bitchslapping
3:00 hair feathering appointment 3:30 lattes with black widow 4:30 cry 4:31 level a small village a day in the life of loki laufeyson
#10:00 trash Hawkeye’s nest #10:15 tickle Bruce with feather#10:30 poke Bruce with a stick #10:45 stab Bruce with a fork #11:00 watch Bruce destroy New York #again #11:30 post photos on facebook #PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!!11!! #11:45 status update - SORRY NOT SORRY
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my dad ate a cucumber today and he was like “wow this is pretty cold” and then he just slowly put the cucumber down and stared into space for a really long time until he turned to me with wide eyes and quietly said, “oh my god. cool as a cucumber.”
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Sorry it’s short. I don’t really know what they do during Twitcams seeing as I’ve never seen one before. I hope it’s okay, though! Thank you for the prompt!
“We should do a twitcam.”
Niall looked over to Liam. He was currently on the couch, his head dangling off the edge and his legs were hanging over the top, his hands laying on his stomach. Both he and Liam were bored out of their minds. There was nothing to do and the other three boys were off doing their own thing, leaving the two to themselves.
He grinned at the other and sat up, walking over to where Liam was sitting and plopping down next to him as the taller pulled his laptop onto his knees and started up his laptop, going to Twitter and setting everything up.
When they began, they almost laughed at how many people joined them as they put it on. After the initial greeting to their fans, they began asking them what they would rather see them do, planning on doing one of them later.
The comments and answers were hilarious and both boys had a great time talking to their fans. Liam glanced to Niall before smirking slightly, leaning towards the camera slightly.
“Would you rather us two,” He gestured between himself and the blond. “Dress up as women for a while or… Kiss?” Niall gaped slightly at his friend, not expecting him to say something like that.
The response was immediate.
‘Kiss, kiss, kiss!’ ‘omg is niam coming true?’ ‘do it! kiss!’ ‘that would be so hot’
Liam secretly patted himself on the back, turning to Niall and raising an expectant eyebrow. The blond blushed, gaping with his mouth opening and closing a few times. He didn’t really know what to say. Laughing lightly, Liam surged forward and put his hand on the back of Nialls head, his lips pressing to the others gently but forcefully, contradicting himself.
They sat together, their lips moving together forcefully and completely forgetting the fact that they were streaming to thousands of girls and guys worldwide.
When they pulled apart, the only thing Niall could think was wow. Smiling shyly, he leaned forward and kissed Liam again, shutting the lid to the laptop, thus ending the twitcam.
Any pairing, any prompt, any time. But I’m going to bed now because I’m sleepy, so I’ll do them tomorrow. I love you guys and good night! I hope you all have very nice dreams with your favourite (b)romance when you go to sleep!
~~p.s: thinking of doing Percy Jackson prompts. Would that be good/bad?
Excuse me while I almost cry with you. I’m glad you like them. Thank you, Anonymous!
part one | part two
Louis was finally home. The only part of his sight he had managed to gain back so far where little blurry lines. He could barely see anything so he needed help walking still, but he had his friends and Harry by his side helping him, so he didn’t mind all that much. There were times when he was frustrated, knowing that he would be unable to help himself, but then there were times where he would be endlessly grateful and thank them so many times that they’d be annoyed by it.
Today was in-between.
He felt around the hallways as Zayn led him from his bedroom to the kitchen, stumbling and almost tripping on the way. Liam wasn’t far behind, hovering and making sure that he didn’t fall. If he did, both would be there straight away, pulling him up and making sure he wasn’t badly injured.
Smiling to himself, Louis detached himself from Zayn’s arm as he could just make out the outline of the kitchen table. Walking forward, literally blind, he pulled out a table and dropped onto it awkwardly. He leant forwards, dropping his arms on the table and laying his chin on them.
“Thank you,” He told them both as they began moving around, making tea and something to eat. Both made noises to show that they heard and understood, making Louis grin widely.
“It’s no problem,” Liam assured him as he placed three cups of tea down on the table, sitting down on a chair not very far away from Louis. Blowing on his own cup to cool the boiling beverage down, he took a sip and winced slightly, putting the cup back on the table.
Niall came sauntering in to the kitchen, plopping himself down onto a chair and stealing Zayn’s tea, much to the other boys chagrin. This was a common occurrence between them all. There was one thing missing, though.
“Where’s Harry?” Louis muttered, blowing into the tea he couldn’t see. The other boys shared a look and Louis remained oblivious.
“He’s still sleeping.” Zayn said softly, leaning his elbows on the table.
“Harry’s been up late a lot, and we decided to let him sleep in today so maybe he could catch up.” Liam explained. He was probably the one that came up with the idea because, hello, Daddy Direction.
Louis stood and the others followed. Putting a hand up, he shook his head to show that he didn’t need help. This was his and Harry’s apartment: he knew it like the back of his hand. He could practically remember where everything was but the boys insisted on helping him around despite his protests.
Walking forward, he was careful not to bump into anything as he made his way to Harry’s room. There were a few trip-ups here and there, but he eventually made it and opened the door. There was a form clear on the bed and Louis smiled softly as he made his way over, climbing in next to the lump that was his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around the others waist. He was comfortable.
Thanks so much! I’m glad you liked it! I shall carry it on, just for you! Thank you, Anonymous! To those who don’t know where it is, go here for part 1: first part
It had been weeks since everything had happened. Almost every injury had healed, the only thing left being his eyes. News had been spread around the media about Louis’ accident. No one but those who mattered really knew how bad the damage was, so most people were only privy to the fact that he was in hospital right now.
The boys would come and visit him whenever he could, and Louis missed seeing their faces more than anything. He missed Niall’s bright blue eyes; Zayn’s grumpy face; Liam’s admonishing Daddy Direction look and Harry. He missed seeing everything about the youngest member of their wayward group.
No one was around and he was currently standing up from his bed without permission. Leaning against the wall heavily, he waved a hand around randomly in front of him as he tried to find his way and not walk into anything. He knew this was a bad idea but he wanted to find his own way somewhere for once that he thought what the hell and did it anyway.
He was kind of beginning to regret it as he couldn’t find the door to the toilet. Waving his arm around one more time, he sighed and then made to turn around. However, he didn’t see the chair that was in the direction he had turned and began walking forward, tripping over the leg and falling to the floor in a heap.
Biting his lip, he moved himself so he was on his hands and knees. He couldn’t do this. Sight was the thing he relied on the most. Falling back so he was sitting, his legs in front of him, he slapped the hard floor next to him, tears streaming down his face as he bit his lip harder to keep himself from making any noise.
Footsteps sounded around the corridor, but he ignored them in favour of trying to stop himself from crying. Why did it have to be me? He thought to himself, angrily wiping his eyes. Why not someone else, walking down that road where some idiot came and hurt him. Why me? I didn’t do anything bad.
Mindless rants continued through Louis’ head as he was lifted up by two pairs of arms and taken to his bed. He made sure to help them by walking as much as he could and then asked them who it was.
“Niall and Harry,” The Irish accent made it obvious who was speaking. He heard someone leave and then another person walk around to the other side of the chair, running their fingers through his hair.
“I know this is hard,” Harry muttered comfortingly. “But just remember we’re here for you. It’s going to take some getting used to and believe me, if I could swap places with you, I would, but don’t be .. don’t be afraid to rely on us, okay?”
Nodding his head, Louis raised his hand and took the fingers away from his hair, pulling the arm and making Harry tumble onto the bed. Placing a firm kiss on Louis’ lips, Harry shuffled up so they were laying next to each other.
“Love you, Harry,” Louis muttered, intertwining their fingers together and laying them between them. He could feel Harry smile as he leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, showing all his love and support in that one action.
“I love you too, Louis.” Maybe he could make it through this, with the help of his friends and boyfriend.
It actually sounds really good! If someone requests it, I’ll carry it on in another prompt. I like the idea, even if it is injuring one of our boys. Thank you for the prompt!
When Louis opened his eyes for the first time, he couldn’t see anything but black. There was black everywhere, even when he sat up and tried to lift his hands to rub them, or swivelled them about to see if it was just something in the way, everything was black and it wasn’t leaving. His breathe quickened as he began to panic- what was happening?
“Lou?” He heard Harry call his name, a hand holding his own. “Lou, it’s okay. Calm down.” Harry soothed, running his fingers through messy hair of his long-time lover.
“Harry, what’s going on?” Louis asked, somewhat calmed down but still panicking. It’s not every day you wake up to find out you suddenly can’t see overnight.
“You were in an accident,” Harry started slowly, shuffling in his chair uncomfortably. “A guy was texting while driving and didn’t see the red light as you crossed the road. He hit you and.. and part of you has been damaged Louis. I don’t really know how to explain it, but…” Trailing off, he thought about how he really didn’t want to be the one that had to explain this to him.
“But what?” Louis asked quietly. When Harry stayed silent, his voice grew more demanding, more desperate, as he wanted to find out what had happened. He repeated, “But what, Harry?”
“It’s possible you’ll be blind for the rest of your life. There’s a chance you’ll see again, but the doctors said not to get your hopes up.” Harry whispered, and Louis felt all of the fight leave him.
Blind. Unable to see anything for the rest of his life. Unable to wake up and see Harry sleeping next to him, or when he opens his beautiful green eyes and smiles at him sleepily. Unable to see the excited faces of their fans, the happy faces of his friends when they’re enjoying the time they spend together.
Unable to see, full stop.
Without knowing it, tears had slipped from his empty-looking eyes and down his cheeks. Harry was immediately next to him on the bed, kissing his cheeks and trying to calm him down.
“You’re still beautiful,” Harry muttered, hands on both of his boyfriends cheeks. “We’ll all be here to help you. The band, management, Uncle Simon. We’re all here. You’re not alone and we’ll get through it. I love you so much.” He continued to whisper calming nothings, tears falling down his own face as he saw how broken the other was.
“We’ll make it through this, Boo Bear. I promise.”
Ahh, this idea is awesome! Scared Niall is an adorable Niall. Thank you for the prompt, Anonymous!
Niall fidgeted with the hem of his shirt as they stood outside the door. The crowd outside looked bigger than usual, and if there was anything Niall hated, it was small spaces. He had never told the other boys of his fear of closed in areas of fear of being mocked. It was like being scared of the dark, but Niall couldn’t help it. He felt trapped in small spaces, as if the walls would close in on him, and grabbing hands of girls and boys trying to get a feel of their favourite celebrities just made him feel even more closed in.
The only one who really did know was Harry, and that was because he was scared of the dark and came to Niall who was the closest at the time, confessing his fear when all the power went out. The curly-haired boy didn’t really know that crowds could cause the fear to set in, for it to shroud his mind and cause him to freak out.
So as they stepped in to the crowd, Niall’s breathe quickened. He wanted to shut his eyes tightly, to block out the fact that he was in a small space, barely able to move, but he couldn’t. If he did, he wouldn’t be able to see where he was going.
Before he knew what was happening, he was whimpering and on his knees, hands covering his ears as he called for Liam, for Harry to come and save him from the tight spaces. Liam because he loved him and knew he would protect him and Harry because he was the only one who knew. His eyes were open and the edges were turning black, dots appearing everywhere so he could barely see the floor in front of him.
Before he passed out, he felt two pairs of arms around him, the other three busy blocking everyone from coming any closer.
When he woke up, Niall was in his bed in his apartment. Liam was on a chair next to him, chin on his chest as he slept and Harry was leaning against the older boys’ legs. Zayn and Louis were sitting on the floor facing each other, playing cards.
The Irishman tried to speak, but all that came out was a small croak. Now that he thought about it, his throat felt dry and sore. Immediately, the others were jumping into action. Louis was bringing him some water to sip from, Harry was waking up Liam and Zayn was going to get some more of the water needed.
“You okay, Nialler?” He heard Harry ask softly as he sat up. Blinking to clear his eyes, he nodded his head and smiled at his friends.
“How long was I out?” The blond asked. He had never bothered to have a clock in his room, using his phone or his friends as an alarm each morning instead.
“Only a couple of hours,” Liam replied, scooting closer to him and taking Niall’s hand into his own, rubbing the back of it with his thumb softly. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” He then muttered and Niall shook his head, smiling brightly at them all.
“It’s okay. I’m just a little claustrophobic. I didn’t tell anyone because it kinda seemed like a stupid thing to be scared of, ya know?” Harry shook his head, his hand curling into fists around his hair as he tugged on one of his curly strands in distress.
“I should have realised—I knew, Niall, but I didn’t think a crowd would…” He trailed off, longing so guilty and self-hating that Niall had to hold out his arms to him for a hug.
“It’s okay. Crowds aren’t usually that bad, are they? It’s not your fault, Harry.” He felt Harry nod and smiled as Zayn, Louis and Liam all climbed onto the bed with them.
“How’re you feeling now?” Zayn asked, leaning on his side as he faced Niall. Shrugging his shoulders, he pursed his lips.
“I’m fine,” He stated seriously. His voice was truthful – he really was okay. He had his boys with him, willing to help him and none of them thought his fear was stupid. He was the happiest guy alive right now. “Thank you, guys.” He then muttered softly, ducking his head as he blushed slightly.
“We’d do anything for you, Niall!” Louis said happily from the end of the bed, laying down on Niall’s feet. Liam ran a hand through the blonde hair under his fingers, leaning down to place a kiss on the others lips.
Yeah, Niall was just fine.
Okay, so I’ve never heard any Lana Del Rey songs, so I kind of just googled her and went for the first one I saw. Sorry, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! Thanks for the prompt.
Born To Die
walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on a Friday night, can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine?
Niall sighed as he shoved his hands in his pockets, beanie on his head and scarf covering his mouth. It was the middle of the night and half-way through December, and the weather forecast had said there was a chance of it raining tonight.
He didn’t know what to do; usually he would be out with the other boys, either just going out to eat or to have a good time partying with them. He just didn’t feel like it today. Really, he didn’t feel like doing anything.
There was something going on with him, but he didn’t much understand it. Every time he looked at Zayn, one of his best friends, his stomach would tie itself into knots and his heart would flutter, as if it had to push itself to start again. And that was only when he was looking.
He found himself thinking about what it would be like kissing Zayn, holding hands with him and basically just doing everything a couple would do. That’s not something friends thought about each other, he would tell himself, shaking the thoughts from his mind vigorously and trying to forget that they were ever there.
It didn’t really matter, anyway. Zayn was as straight as a ruler (well, not those ones you can bend and they won’t snap, but you know which ones) and wouldn’t go out with him anyway. Niall didn’t feel as though he could do to anyone for help either.
He felt so alone.
As he continued his trek down the street, he kept his head down, so didn’t see the object of his continuous thoughts walking straight into him. He almost fell backwards but managed to catch himself just in time.
“Niall?” He heard Zayn ask, confusion in his tone. The blond looked up and instantly blushed, looking away again soon after. “Niall, are you okay? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. We were getting worried.” We, Niall told himself scornfully. Not I. Never I.
“I was just taking a walk,” Niall muttered, his voice slightly muffled by his scarf. Pulling it down, he tried to grin, but even the most clueless could’ve told people that it was forced. Zayn placed a hand on the bright red cheeks of his friend. He looked so upset, so worried that Niall found himself leaning on his tiptoes and placing a soft kiss to the others lips before he even knew what he was doing.
Reeling back in shock, he tried to apologise, over and over again. He was interrupted by Zayn chuckling and Niall looked at him strangely.
“I’ve been wondering how to tell you I’ve liked you for ages, Niall,” Zayn explained. Niall blinked, and blinked again before what the other said finally dawned on him. He grinned brightly and almost threw himself at Zayn but settled for walking forward and wrapping his arms around him securely.
“You’re mine now, okay?” Niall said, his voice demanding. Zayn laugh and nodded, resting his chin on top of the shorter blonds head.
To Niall, this felt like home.
I know nothing about ballet, but here’s my best shot. Also, this one’s more pre-Ziall more than anything, tbh. Thank you, Anonymous!
It was his first day at his new dance school and Zayn was already nervous. He was lucky to have gotten in to the school lead by the Simon Cowell. He only accepted the best of the best, and Zayn had never really considered himself one of those people. However, that thought was put to the test when he saw his name on the envelope, the letter inside telling him of his acceptance into a school he so desperately wanted to join.
As he dropped his bag off in his new room, he decided that exploring the area wouldn’t be a bad idea. Without waiting, he promptly left, wandering around the school aimlessly as he looked inside different rooms. Some contained teachers sitting at tables, others had various girls and boys already practicing their dance moves.
If you wanted to stay in the school, you had to give it your all.
Zayn just carried on walking until he passed a door with some soft music coming out of it. Peering inside, he saw only one person. A blond boy, dressed in proper dance clothes, stretching his limbs. Intrigued, Zayn stood by the door, silent as he watched the boy stand up and begin dancing.
The moves were so fluid, so graceful that the Bradford boys eyes never strayed from the other once. The other knew what he was doing and Zayn was greatly impressed, immediately clapping as soon as the music ended and the other was in a finishing pose. Walking into the room, he smiled sheepishly at the blushing boy.
“You saw that?” He asked with a heavy Irish accent, and Zayn nodded.
“It was beautiful. You’re an amazing dancer.” Zayn complimented, stopping his journey into the room when he was close to the other, but far enough away so he wasn’t intruding in his personal space.
“Thanks,” The other muttered, sticking his hand out awkwardly. “I’m Niall Horan.”
Immediately taking the hand, Zayn shook it firmly, feeling the warmth of the newly-dubbed Nialls hand and a shot of unexpected electricity jolting up his arm.
“Zayn Malik. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Wow. I felt really bad for writing this one because I adore all of the boys and hate pitting them against each other. But thank you for the challenge, Anonymous! Sorry if the insults suck. I’m not really good at being mean. ;w;
They were in the club, and they were all having a great time. Zayn had gone off early to chase down a girl he had seen and liked, Liam was off spending some ‘alone time’ with Danielle (read: snogging each other senseless) and Louis, Harry and Niall were sitting around a table, telling jokes and drinking beers.
But the thing with Niall was, even when he was a little tipsy, he liked to dance. Standing up from their table, he pulled on Harry’s arm and dragged him to the dance floor. Quick, upbeat songs pounded around them making the floor vibrate, the sensation going through their bones thickly as they moved around.
Niall smirked for a moment, lifting up his arms and wrapping them around Harrys neck. Confused, the curly-haired boy went along with it, placing his own hands on Nialls waste. Things got heated and Niall began to grind himself against Harry, playing with the strands of hair he could reach with his hands as he did so.
As they danced, they got lost in each other. Niall began placing kisses against Harry’s neck, enjoying the taste of the younger boy as their dancing got more intense, more dirty. They were enjoying themselves immensely and they didn’t think anything could ruin it. That was, at least, until a cough behind them interrupted them, a hand being placed on Harrys shoulder. An angry looking Louis stood there with Zayn and Liam behind him.
Pulling away from each other very unwillingly, they followed the boys out as they gestured them to go outside and into the empty alleyway. For such a filled up club, the streets were strangely deserted. No one was around save for one or two people walking past quickly, trying to stay safe in the dark of the dangerous London streets.
“What do you think you were doing in there?” Liam asked, mostly directing it at the blond. Niall looked confused, a slight shine of hurt flashing through his eyes.
“We were dancing. You know, that thing you do to music?” Harry muttered, stepping between Liam and Niall, the former having gotten uncomfortably close to the Irishman.
“You don’t dance like that with your friends, Harry,” Zayn pointed out calmly. There was a hint of disgust in his voice that made Harry feel slightly frightened. What didn’t he like?
“Yeah,” Louis agreed, nodding his head. “You guys… You looked like fags. Especially you, Niall.” Harry clenched his fists in anger. He didn’t know how they thought they would get away with calling them that, but Louis was quickly falling off of his list of favourite people.
“Oh, like we don’t during every interview,” Harry told him sarcastically, rolling his eyes and scoffing at the other boys.
“You two. It’s disgusting. What you were doing in there is a sin. Two boys shouldn’t be together.” Liam muttered, staring directly at Niall whose lip was quivering, his eyes looking abnormally bright.
“Niall, you were stupid to think you could have gotten away with that. What if someone had taken a photo? It could put our reputation at stake. You’re such an idiot.” Zayn huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and staring them both down.
Tears were leaking out of the blonds eyes now, trailing down his cheeks as he heard what his friends were saying. He could barely believe it. Three of the four guys he would trust with his life were calling him fag, disgusting and stupid. They were supposed to be friends, but now they were just hating him because he preferred one gender over another?
“Watch it, guys,” Harry warned, stepping back and wrapping an arm around Niall. “This is totally uncalled for. There’s nothing wrong with being gay, or liking guys or acting like we did. We were just having some fun. Besides, sexuality is fluid. You don’t choose who you’re attracted to,” Pulling the other, quietly sobbing boy into his side, Harry looked at his ‘friends’ in disgust. “You’re the ones who are disgusting and stupid. You can’t accept people because they happen to like the same gender? Love is love. I thought you guys of all people would accept that.”
Turning to his blond friend, Harry spoke to him softly for a moment before, without saying anything else, they both left. They were quick to go home to the comfort of Niall’s apartment, sitting down together on the sofa and cuddling up.
“Why were they acting like that?” Niall asked softly, burrowing into Harry’s side. The curly-haired boy shook his head.
“I don’t know, Nialler. But we’ve got each other, right? Who needs them?” Nodding his head, Niall slowly dropped off to sleep, Harry following soon after.
The next morning, three boys would be knocking on the door, begging to be let in so they could apologise for everything they said.
They would be ignored by those they had insulted the night before.
Ooh, I adore Niam. Thank you, Anonymous!
Please sent me any prompts here!
Liam loved Niall. It was as simple as that. Except it really wasn’t. If Liam confessed his feelings, it could make or break their almost fragile relationship. He and Niall weren’t as close as some of them where, such as Harry and Louis, but they had this bond with each other that neither of them really understood. They didn’t know if they wanted to understand it, either.
Telling Niall how he felt could either make him the happiest man alive or kill him on the inside. He didn’t know how the adorable Irishman felt about him, and he wasn’t all that keen on finding out because he was scared. Scared of rejection, of being mocked because he fancied another man.
But then he saw how Niall reacted to Louis and Harry coming out, how welcoming he was of it and how happy the blond was for them. It gave Liam that little spark of hope, of courage to tell the other how he felt, to go ahead and let his feelings free.
And that’s where he was now, standing awkwardly in front of Niall and trying to find the right words to say.
“What’s up, man?” Niall asked, patient as ever. They had been standing here for at least five minutes now and Niall was still standing there, smiling brightly with his impossibly blue eyes shining happily at him.
“I—Well—It’s—” Liam wasn’t usually one that got stuck with words. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it in every situation, so Niall was understandably worried.
“Is it a secret?” Niall asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You can tell me. I won’t judge you or anything.” Liam nodded as if to say he understood that perfectly well.
“Its.. Okay, here I go. I love you, Niall. You’re the most beautiful thing in this world and I’ve fancied you for a long time. But I was scared and I didn’t know how to say it or if I even should say it, but seeing how you reacted positively to Harry and Louis gave me courage. And hope. A lot of it actually, and I was wondering—“ His ramblings was cut off by a pair of warm lips. They stayed there, kissing simply until Niall pulled away, blushing a bright red colour.
“Yeah,” Niall muttered, reaching forward and taking Liam’s hand into his own. “I love you too, Liam.” The older of the two grinned happily. He felt like he was in Heaven, as if nothing could bring him down. This moment was perfect and—
“Aww, isn’t this cute?” He heard Harry coo and Louis’ boisterous laugh. Zayn smacked them both on the back of the head and dragged them back into the kitchen, muttering about stupid friends and how they can’t keep their noses out of other peoples’ business.
And the moment was ruined.
