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fanfics with ceo liam?

Money Moves (wip)

Can’t Help Falling in Love with You

Pure Hearted

In The Heat of The Moment

Slow and High Tempo

Love,Trust,&Coffee (Ziam)

Spa Day

fortuneaday

#pray

irresistibels

Sunday at the park - mood board

strawberryminho

2am tea is that boy bands in general will never be taken seriously music wise and it’s because of their large female fan base like people would rather call young girls crazy or insane than even think for one moment that the artists that girls love actually make good music because god forbid girls are actually intelligent and have good taste and it’s so fucking weird like the beatles became famous because of young girls but they’re only taken seriously now because men are known to like them and that’s the facts

#tea

kirjainmerkit-salla

Okay guys hear me out.

A soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do.

Like, so many people with their right palms all black, waiting for that one handshake.

People who have black knuckles who are scared for years that they end up punching their soulmate or something and end up coming home with their knuckles turned all shades of red and blue and purple without them noticing because sometimes your hands just brush together.

Someone having a very visible black palm on their cheek that they try to cover up because people will just know they will be slapped one day.

Just

consider the possibilities.

the-ghost-of-jason-todd

a handprint on your upper arm that bursts into colors during a fight you’re having with a close friend because you tried to walk away and they grabbed you–you never noticed that you never touched them until right now twin handprints on your chest because your soulmate happens to be the paramedic who steps in to give you chest compressions that one time you almost died a handprint on your palm but it’s not upside down like a handshake would be, you’re puzzled until you give someone a high five and the colors appear someone you just met brushes a leaf off your shirt–RIGHT WHERE YOUR HANDPRINT IS YOU ALWAYS WONDERED WHY IT WAS ON YOUR PEC

zaiyofics

I actually love this one a lot

claroquequiza

Someone who is born with no mark at all–what a tragedy! But one day, a dear friend offers to braid their hair. They’re not even half done before they gasp and let it drop–their black palms and fingers are afire with color–

–and so is the half-done plait, bright against solid black hair.

virgilisaneternalmood

OKAY THIS ONE WINS

nyaizawashouta

social experiment..........

put ur sign and opinion of salt and vinegar chips in the tags

#virgo #i don't eat chips #they unhealthy af

caittherunnerr

What state do you live in?

constant stress

vitamin-death

inailedjesustothecross

Preach it sister

black-cherry28

My mind is like an internet browser. 17 tabs are open, 4 of them are frozen and I don’t know where the music is coming from.

rosewater1997

where are my fellow hysterical women who would have either been a) an oracle in ancient greece or b) burned at the stake in medieval times…..make some noise ladies

empty-altars

So, because @f1typebugattisport enjoys making me suffer, this was posted in the GC and required immediate writing of a ficlet. This is why I get nothing done. Here, have some smut.

Zayn has used half of his ten yoga sessions and has not particularly enjoyed any of them. They have not increased his creativity as hoped by his manager, nor have they noticeably helped with his anxiety as his therapist had suggested. Mostly he’s left feeling sweaty and aching in muscles he wasn’t aware he had.

It doesn’t help that his classes are midday, in deference to his aversion to mornings. Ordinarily that would be great, but his entire class is comprised of women with an excess of money and time who eye him up like he might steal their wallets when they’re not looking. He doesn’t point out that technically he’s richer than all of them put together. He spends a lot of time ignoring their gossipy whispers.

The reason he’s still attending, the only reason, is his damn instructor. Liam Payne is like someone’s yoga instructor wet dream. He’s sleek muscles and broad hands and bright smiles. He also has a tendency to teach class barefoot and shirtless and Zayn knows he isn’t the only one who keeps coming back for the floor show.

For 45 minutes once a week, Zayn has free reign to ogle the prettiest human being he’s ever seen and that is worth all the other bullshit. For now. He isn’t writing songs for Liam or anything, but his jerkoff time has definitely increased in the last month.

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