pictures that really make me want fic
Making a fandom tumblr (one-disarmed) was certainly my best idea -- so much easier than posting links to twitter all the time! Except tumblr's a bit crap for archival stuff (unless you use tags the way they're supposed to be used, which I do not), and a bunch of the stuff I've posted is actually stories that I would desperately like to read/could possibly one day convince myself to write. So I'm going to try to repost some of the actual fic bunnies here before they get lost forever in a sea of Zayn's face (I mean, as if there could be a better way to go, but still).
thought for a second that nick was holding a whip in his hand (I blame the leather jacket). now i want a fic where harry is a kink model and he does all of these shoots where he's tied up and gagged and kneeling. nick helps do the rigging for the suspension bondage and they're both really good at making it LOOK right for the cameras, but nothing else because they're both professional. the rest of the time they're actually really good mates -- harry lying on the floor waiting for his limbs to start cooperating again while nick sits beside him and makes him laugh over stories about his trip to the supermarket. and on one hand i feel like this should probably end in rough blowjobs but also i just really like the idea of them as friends who blur the line a little and know a lot about what harry's cock looks like. so i guess mostly just a suggestion for future one direction photoshoots :)
this gives me the same feeling as pictures of him in the back of a car at night. like i want one million stories of harry being somewhat only in his own world while everyone else circles around him and tries to steal a piece. harry in the dark with the flashes of the cameras, the moment before he lifts his head and gives it all away.
my soul for a well written skater au. zayn's wearing one of those shirts that probably started as cotton but then got that stiff pressed thick feeling from never being washed after being worn outdoors repeatedly. his hoody's pilling in the inside like when it's so worn that it goes past soft and into rough. he stays out all night and sleeps until it's too bright to stay in bed, skateboards in the afternoon and tries not to be obvious about watching Niall, who keeps taking the ramp too hard and has blown out his knee three times, but still looks so so good flying through the air.
harry styles as that kind of grubby math major that zayn keeps running into in the SUB. he's always just got this thin coil bound notebook and a bic pen and a calculator because for his honous thesis he's working on this proof, and the lines and lines of equation across the page look like sketches. zayn sits on the chair across from him and pretends he's reading moby dick.
there's something about louis when he's wearing clothes that look cheap and old. like he's still the same guy who learned how to switch the stickers so he could afford an extra sandwich, like probably there's a fierceness to his hunger that is never going to go away.
okay when i was saying that i wanted frat boy!niall and his cupcake boyfriend Harry, I guess also what i was saying is that I want fratboy niall who's on the football team and studying to be a physical therapist in uni and his boyfriend zayn, who's doing a joint art and drama focus and keeps getting cast as lead in all the plays even though he's not that great just because they sell more tickets with his face on the poster. and he comes to meet niall at the gym wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket, niall's in his joggers and sweaty t-shirt. his face is still red from his stint on the treadmill but zayn leans in and kisses him anyway. sometimes niall leans over at takes a drag from zayn's cigarette while they walk down the quad. i guess what i was saying is that i actually want a full series of fratboy!niall and his various boyfriends.
louis looks like one of those boys in period pieces who runs everywhere he goes, and yells and convinces everyone to get into trouble and spends a lot of time climbing trees, and gets suddenly quiet when he and zayn are hid together behind the shed, leaning against chipped paint and pretending not to notice where their hips are pressed together.
NBD, he’s just wearing the scarf he ended up giving to Caroline
and in this picture harry LOOKS like the kid who had sex with the much older woman, and now is wandering a convenience store by himself, because it's so late at night that nothing else is open and he's hungry. everything on the shelves is just packaged junk food and he almost walks out again without buying anything, but it's still a long walk home, so he grabs a bag of skittles and a bottle of apple juice and a package of salted peanuts. eats the peanuts in one go, ripping the bag open and throwing them all into his mouth, bottle of apple juice tucked under his arm because it's cold outside and he wants to keep his hands in his pockets. fingers curled around his phone, wondering if it's too soon to text caroline.
I am o b s e s s e d with this idea that kind of confused blur of intimacy you have with friends when you're in university. which is kind of like trying to sneak more than you're really allowed and kind of like never having what you actually want. sitting on couches in the student union building and sharing pitchers in the campus pub and smoking up in a strangers bathroom because you can't remember who's house you're at. louis's wearing baggy sweat pants and carrying around a still-new looking textbook, writing all over the pages instead of making notes in a clipboard. he washed his hair this morning because it was still a little wet when he arrived, sliding into the seat beside zayn's on the long table in the study room across from the student government offices, but his hair is dry now, shiny and soft on his forehead. his pants hanging just lower than the hem of his t-shirt and zayn has written the same sentence three times in his notebook but he still can't remember what he's meant to learn.
louis looks like don draper, like an ads man who knows how to convince pretty boys into giving him everything he asks for.