every moment's like a landslide

hope you manage to find yourself again by lalalaartje The room is nearly pitch black, the curtains drawn, the door closed and overhead lights off. The only source of light is the medical equipment, a monitor showing every heartbeat, every breath, every thought. Curves and numbers that feel like the only indication Liam is still in there, somewhere. It’s been five days. Five days since the phone call. Five days of camping out in a dark hospital room, holding a hand that hardly feels like it belongs to the man he loves.

Zayn's holding onto hope while Liam's asleep, but then he doesn't remember that they made up after Zayn walked out on him, six years earlier. Doesn't know that Zayn's not just his ex, but actually his fiance.

they'll never have you like I have you by we_are_the_same Zayn chews on his bottom lip, looking at the drafted post. He feels a bit insane even considering posting this, but at the same time, he really, desperately, needs some advice. And he can’t exactly go to one of his best friends.

Still, he’d hemmed and hawed, changing the title about a dozen times, until he was left with Advice wanted: I sucked off my straight best friend at a gloryhole [serious answers only please].

He stares at it for a moment, before directing the cursor to just before the word sucked and adding accidentally.

Advice wanted: I accidentally sucked off my straight best friend at a gloryhole [serious answers only please].

2043 by Blue_Green28 “How many tattoos do you have?”

Louis laughed. He hadn't expected that question.

“Twenty-eight,” he lied, trying to keep a straight face. The truth was, he was long past twenty-eight but had stopped counting long ago.

“You’re taking the piss.”

Louis sighed, glancing through his eyelashes. “I don’t know. I stopped counting. But I definitely hit twenty-eight over two decades ago.”

Greg nodded. “Interesting. Which one is your favourite?”

Louis pursed his lips, thinking about his reply. He didn’t feel very comfortable with the question since most of his tattoos were a story he had written together with his first love. He didn’t really want to dive into it with his possible new partner.

“Uhm, they all have their own story.”

Greg hummed but didn’t press further. He seemed to sense that Louis wasn’t comfortable with talking about them too much. “I really like the compass.”

or: After decades of self-discovery, Louis finally tries to move on from his first love.

touch my world with your fingertips by lalalaartje When Greg comments on his ex's new lover's amazing arms, Louis gets slightly possessive, and Greg's loving it. Louis’s there now, right in front of him and while Greg has multiple inches on him, he still feels caged in against the door and god knows he loves it. He remembers someone commenting on one of LTHQ’s insta posts that it should be impossible for a man as small as Louis to have such big dick energy and well, he relates.

half-doomed & semi-sweet by 4ureyesonly28 It's not like her to fawn over men in leather pants with too many belts and billowing shirts. There's something strange about it too, because he matches the aesthetic of the band perfectly — their whole modern emo thing, the all black clothing, the eyeliner, the black curls swept across his forehead — but he's captivatingly different.

And he has a secret.

Violet thinks she's in for a regular night at work, handling the bar while the hottest new post-emo band takes the stage. She's not prepared for what the lead singer of the Province Royals looks, sounds and feels like.

(he's) got no control by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry Louis comes home to find Harry in a surprisingly sexy state.

Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly by Worldsofdreamers All the scars have scabbed over. Transfers are going through. Pre-season begins and things are finally starting to look up. Now they just have to fly.

Orcanized Crime by yeah_alright What if One Direction were a polycule of orcas? They'd probably get into some mischief, I bet.

The One With the Blackout by amomentoflove Louis was enjoying himself at a bar when the lights went out.

Or the one where Louis is on a date with a handsome alpha when a city-wide blackout occurs.

iv. Black by StarryDay13 Investigating a potential black hole in space is much more difficult when the only other person there is your ex, or a person you know, or just some guy... wait, what's going on?

Leading Straight to the Heart by SuperNoah Louis only agrees to foster a puppy for one weekend.

Ink has other plans.

Between stolen gloves, buried croissants, a suspicious number of veterinary appointments, and a mysterious man who always walks an English Springer Spaniel on a bright red lead, Louis slowly discovers that some dogs choose their forever home long before the humans realise it.

Unfortunately for Harry, keeping his identity as both Louis' vet and the man behind the sunglasses turns out to be far more difficult than treating an overenthusiastic puppy.

Louis fosters one black puppy. The puppy commits approximately seventeen crimes. Harry accidentally lets Louis develop a crush on him twice. Ruby is the only competent one.

Devils Roll The Dice by LetTheMusicMoveYou Harry rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly. “Wouldn’t be a very good businessman if I didn’t know my clientele, now would I?”

Louis frowns. “So you’ve been stalking us?”

Harry balks. “Not stalking, more like information gathering.”

Louis narrows his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Alright then, why don’t you tell me why I’m here? If you’re so well informed.”

(Or the one where Louis is desperate to wrestle his singing career back after signing a horrible record deal. So desperate, he finds himself at the doorstep of the town’s most unhinged witch, hoping to find a cure to his problem. He gets more than he bargains for).

when the night is coming down by reminiscingintherain He doesn’t get depressed.

That’s not him.

… it’s just that…

Sometimes?

Things do get… y’know… a little dark.

paint it black, like starting over (so you remember) by localopa that stranger who gave you candy has himself at home in louis’ life. and maybe he should kiss him. for science and away from mum’s knowledge.

She's a Technicolor Dream in a Black and White World by homosociallyyours Most people at the BDSM party Harry regularly attends wear head to toe black, but that's never been her style. She's used to being considered a little too loud, too much, too bubblegum bright to draw a lot of interest. Louis, a former regular who's just returned from several years away, seems plenty interested, though.

They talk, they tease, and finally, they play.