The simple get together of the band had been thrown together at the last minute, a quick round of games and snacks and talking amongst the couple’s couches. Louis sat near Liam, who rested in the floor just below Niall’s knee. There was a sense of laughs and grunts and chatters between them.
But they died down when the trio noticed Harry’s thumbs tapping across the screen, a smile broad a clear. They knew him. They knew their friend well enough that Niall spoke with a chuckle when he said,
“Yeh texting her again mate?”
His head of bouncy curls sprouted upwards as he finally noticed his question. He mumbled something about you coming home soon from the store and looked down once more. He couldn’t help it. The entire time he spends with you had swallowed all of his senses, leaving his spare thoughts vulnerable to the loneliness he faces when your gone. That feeling shrank a bit when you told him you’ll be home in a few minutes.
“Come on H. Remember us? Your friends?” Liam taunted. It was funny to see his cheeks rage with a blossoming blush.
“S-Sorry guys. Lil’ distracted.” Harry replied.
Louis barked back with a smirk.
“With ya new birdie right?”
“Oh close yeh mouth ya wanker.”
Harry rolled his eyes. He would never be able to explain it to them. His feeling for you had only grown, and when that doorbell shook its shrill through the halls, the lads watched with amusement as the Cheshire boy sprang to the door. Niall shook his head. That was definitely a first.
“Hey Harry. The boys over?” You smiled as you peered over his shoulder. The three guests waved at you and their “hello’s” melted together.
He mumbles a little “mhmm” into the crook of your neck as he hugs you, making sure to linger the touch of his fingers on your waist. Liam lets out a snicker while you walk to put the groceries down. But your boyfriends hands fail to leave you alone long enough to put any of them away. Before you know it, his large arms are hooked upon your sides, carrying you in a fit of giggles to his previous spot on the sofa.
And it’s funny. Funny how the pecks and kisses and subtle grasp on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed. Funny how even as the movie begins to play and the darkness surrounds the small huddle of people, Harry can still sense your eyes lingering on his lips and hear the boys murmurs. Funny how the boys take note of his small favors and the way he opens doors for you.
So when the night dwindles down and the group of friends begin to file out the door with goodbyes, he can only smile when Niall pats his shoulder and says
“She’s gotcha mate.”
Because while he knows it to be true, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
The first thing he notices is the light cyan wings and
the humanoid body with bird like feet, clearly a harpy, a child one at
that. Harry thinks the best thing to do is to grab him and pull him
above water as quickly as possible, so air can make it into its
struggling lungs. That was his plan, until he made eye contact with it
for a split second and that’s all it took for a flood of emotions to hit
him like a sailfish.
Or: All harpy Louis has known is the sky, all merprince Harry has known is the sea, except when they’re together.
Hiya :) could you please do a alpha!Scott x beta!reader where Scott and the reader grew up together, but now he is always teasing or harsh with the reader because he is jealous because she is close friends with Isaac and Scott thinks they like each other. One day he goes too far and Isaac confronts him. Thanks Hun x
“ So you should come by my house tonight , my parents are home a my brother too so we will have dinner and then , just as always my brother will want to play with you and after that we can make the project for biology .” I proposed to Isaac as he were talking to each other while pulling out our books from our lockers , I felt a cold glare on my back and I turned around to see Scott looking at he very angry from across the hallway . Isaac saw it and put a hand on my shoulder bringing me back to reality .
“ How are things going with Scott ?” Isaac asked and I sighed .
“ I don’t know , he hates me but when we were young we were best friends , I don’t know what changed but he’s just mean to me from before he turned me , I don’t even understand why did he done it if he hates me so much .” you confess and Isaac just hugs you . He doesn’t know how it feels , Derek wasn’t a friend of his when he turned him but he was never mean to him .
You two hear a soft growl from across the room and you know that it’s Scott , you pull apart from Isaac and kiss his cheek before going to your next class .
As you exit your class to go to the bathroom a hands grips your wrist and pulls you into an open room . You turn around to be meet by your Alphas cold , angry glare .
“ Why aren’t you in class ?” he asks trying to seem calm but his tone shows that he is not calm at all .
“ It’s not your business you say and move to get to the door but before you could reach it Scott pushed you really hard , using his werewolf strength and you meet the wall in a very hard manner a few cracks being heard from your hand .
“ You came to meet with your boyfriend and to fuck your eyes out with he asked his voice coated in in anger , he didn’t even let you answer as his hand went around your neck squeezing tightly , his claws elongating and cutting on your skin and muscles .
“ You are worthless ! You mean nothing ! You’re just a piece of meat from boys to fuck whenever they need ! You are just a worthless whore ! I don’t even know why I turned you . You’re good at nothing ! Why are you still alive , don’t you realize what a waste of oxygen you’re doing . I’m not even surprised that your parents beat you and that they hate you , who would love a whore who opens her legs for everyone ?” Scott buried his claws on your skin and traced them down you collar bone to the end of your shirt his claws biting in your skin making your muscles tore apart and blood to pour out form the slashes .]
“ I hope that you’ll die so I don’t have to see you again , worthless shit !” he said before he stormed out of the room . You cried as the pain that you felt was to much to manage . The wounds that were caused by Alphas never healed at werewolf speed , they were healing like human wounds and you sure needed a hundred of stitches for it .
“ Do you smell that ?” Liam said as he , Isaac and Stiles went over to the lookers . Isaac took a deep breath and instantly knew that you wasn’t alright . The smell was mixed , yours ,Scotts and the smell of blood . He rushed to where the smell came from and he was you on the ground , fainted out , long , bleeding slashes from your collar bone to your waist . Liam and Stiles were right behind him . Isaac saw you and pulled down his jacket . He put it over you and closed the zipper Then he took you bridal stile and ran to the animal clinic in full speed .
Deaton tried his best to stop your bleeding and to close the slashes then he send Isaac to Melissa for some blood as you lost to much to survive .
You opened your eyes seven hours later Isaac was relived but when you told him what happened to you his eyes turned amber ad he ran out the clinic before you could stop him .
“ You are a shit of an Alpha !” Isaac yelled as he entered into Scotts house and pinned him against the wall . “ You don’t even worth to be true alpha ! How dare you to hurt her that way ? I understand that you said harsh words , that you would exclude her from some activities but how dare you to almost kill her ? You have gone to far Scott ! I’ll never let you get close to her again and she’s no longer member of your pack . I talked with Derek and he took her in , she’s one of ours now .” Isaac said as he released Scott . He pulled out his phone and showed to Scott the pictures of you bleeding on the operation table from Deatons clinic . “ This is what you did to her Scott so don’t you dare come close to her again because now she haves a pack that loves her and we will ever let you hurt her again .” Isaac threatened and left Scott alone in his house , he let him think about what he have done and how he will never see you to soon . Scott broke down in tears as he wasn’t able to get close to you from now on , you’ll never talk to him again . He screwed up everything .
“Haven’t seen you smoke this much since the first time we met,” Zayn mutters as he comes up from behind Liam, gently snaking his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Liam’s so wrapped up in his thoughts that he starts just slightly at the motion before sinking into him. “You pretend you hated me, but really, it was just absolutely nerve-wracking to be face to face with such a stunner, eh?” Zayn teases with a slight smirk.
Liam groans. It didn’t take long for Zayn to put together that the only time Liam smokes is when he’s anxious. In fact, much to Liam’s chagrin, he had pretty much figured it out only a few days after they officially got together.
Liam hates that he hasn’t forgotten, even after a couple of months.
He gives him a pointed look as he pulls the cigarette from his lips. Breathing out, he wordlessly passes it over, giving him a light tap with his hip. “Shut up.”
“Come on, Li,” Zayn smiles easily. “You never head up to the roof unless you’re gonna smoke. Don’t think I don’t know you.” He waggles his eyebrows.
As Zayn takes a long drag of the cigarette, Liam mumbles in a huff, “Just ‘cause you practically live here doesn’t mean you know everything about me.”
“Doesn’t it, though?” Zayn laughs as he passes the cigarette back, finding his spot in the crook of Liam’s neck.
“Don’t quite remember how that whole thing happened,” Liam smirks down at the other boy as he puffs out a bit of smoke. “How you ended up moving in.” He gently presses his palm against Zayn’s cheek, pushing him further into Liam. “Please refresh my memory.”
“No, we don’t need to relive pissed Zayn anymore,” he moans, face now deep in Liam’s shirt. “Once was enough, thank you very much.”
“Oh, but you’re cute when you drink,” Liam coos as he throws the cigarette onto the ground, smooshing it into the smooth, concrete-like material of the roof. “Couldn’t even stumble home safely.”
“And that was that,” Zayn sighs contentedly, ignoring the blush steadily rising up his cheeks from the memory. “I couldn’t head back to my own flat after that. Enjoyed this place just a bit too much.”
Liam snorts. “Just the place? Okay, I guess I’ll leave, then,” he teases with a raise of his eyebrows.
“You know what I mean.” Zayn rolls his eyes as he taps Liam lightly with his head, still leaned up against his chest. Suddenly, he freezes, squinting his eyes. “Hey, you changed the subject, you bastard.”
Liam tsks. “Almost got away with it, too.”
“Out with it,” Zayn drawls, standing back up straight as he quirks up his eyebrows in an attempt to force Liam to speak. “What’s got you riled up enough that you need to smoke?”
Liam doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he breathes out, “What if they-”. He stops suddenly, feeling embarrassed as the words leave his lips.
“Leeyum,” Zayn says sharply. “Is this about what I think it is?”
He bites his lip in reply.
Zayn furrows his eyebrows. “I promise it’s going to be fine.” He smiles, giving him a fond look before he finishes, “My parents are going to love you, I promise.”
Roxy is in the kitchen, discussing the latest biometrics development proposed at the last round table with Ector, when the door actually slams open, causing both her and Ector to startle. And Eggsy is standing in the threshold of the door, looking viciously determined, his cheeks flushed, presumably having run the length of the mansion to get here.
Ector raises his eyebrows in concern and Roxy gives him a bewildered, questioning look, which he seems to ignore.
Instead, he points an accusing finger at Roxy, crying out, “Roxanne Morton!” before stalking the length of the room and coming to stand before her, where she was sitting, drinking a cup of tea.
Ector quietly rises from his seat, nodding his goodbye at Roxy and slipping from the room. Eggsy has the decency to wait until the door shuts before he tosses a folder on the table and crosses his arms across his chest.
“You lied to me.”
Eggsy gestures to the folder he had thrown down before her. Tentatively, she reaches out for it, flipping the corner up with her thumb and letting it fall back down, her blood running cold.
“Eggsy, you didn’t,” she says in a small voice.
“Oh, I sure did.” And there’s only one way to describe Eggsy’s grin: absolutely shit-eating pleased and completely self-satisfied. “Trying to tell me you never even knew their names. Oh, you’re good, Rox, but you ain’t that good.”
“It was a phase! A short, tragic, terribly misguided phase,” Roxy says defensively before leaning forward to hiss, “And I would thank you not to go blabbing your mouth to everyone about it.”
Somehow, Eggsy’s smile becomes more confident, more devilish; this is not boding well for her. “Well, what’s in it for me?”
Roxy narrows her eyes at him. “Are you–blackmailing me?”
Eggsy gasps with obvious exaggeration, slapping a hand to his chest. Fantastic; he is picking up unnecessary dramatics from Harry again. “Are you accusing me of extortion? Rox, that’s slander.”
“Hardly. You used the Kingsman servers to go digging for personal secrets,” Roxy reminds him.
“Ain’t the worst I’ve done with it,” Eggsy says in a huff, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re just trying to deflect.”
Roxy sighs, running her hands over her hair, tugging nervously at her pony tail. No one was ever supposed to know. Her mum wasn’t even allowed to mention it.
“Some friend you are.”
Eggsy shrugs a shoulder. “I’m your best mate and you love me and you know it.”
“Payback, dear Rox. Sweet, sweet payback.”
Roxy can’t help but let a faint smile tug at her lips; she was still rather proud of her own clever application of the ubiquitous whoopee cushion. Crude? Yes. Childish? Absolutely. Though she had to admit that the jar of glitter she dumped in it before hand was rather inspired. Maybe doing it at a round table meeting was not the wisest but they were all prone to making mistakes, at one time or another. To err is human, is it not?
“Only physical copy, this one,” Eggsy says, pointing at the folder. “Sure I can suck up to Merlin to have him erase any trace of it from the Internet. If you’re willing to pay.”
“And the price?”
Eggsy considers this for a moment before answering, “You fill out my requisition forms for the next month.”
“Steep price,” Roxy comments. “I could just teach you how to do it so Morgana doesn’t have to get after you each time.”
“Ah-ah!” Eggsy wags a finger at her and she has a distant desire to bend it back. “Not what I proposed.”
Roxy spends a minute chewing her bottom lip, eyeing up the folder as if was going to fly open on its own accord and hurl its contents around the entire mansion, before sighing in defeat. “Oh, alright.”
Eggsy claps his hands together. “Good working with you, love, as always.”
“You are incorrigible,” Roxy mutters, though the bitterness she employs has no heart. When Eggsy leans down to peck a kiss against her cheek, she playfully slaps his chest with the back of her hand, bringing on a slight, muffled oof. “You do realize this means I’m coming for you.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Eggsy says with a wink. “Drinks still, then? Tonight?”
“As usual,” Roxy says.
Eggsy blows her a kiss, which she rolls her eyes at, laughing despite herself as he saunters from the room. She waits a moment longer, fingers drumming anxiously at the table, before snatching up the folder and throwing it open. Staring up at her is own her twenty-year old visage, sweaty-faced and grinning uncontrollably, delight evident even years later, arms wrapped around the waists of Liam Payne and Harry Styles, when she had managed to meet them backstage at the X Factor Live tour. She had been telling the truth: it was a phase. She thought she had deleted all the photos that had been posted, even deleting her fan page on Facebook, but like it’s always been said: nothing truly ever leaves the Internet. She can’t believe Eggsy found the one picture, probably from some defunct fan site that never even had her name tagged under the picture. She had braces, for God’s sake. No one should recognize her.
Roxy can’t help but smile, though. Once she burns this cursed image, the game is on.
“Stop using your wolf powers! Not all of us have supernatural reflexes!” A playful glare was thrown in your boyfriend’s direction as your loud exclamation echoed throughout his room.
“I’m not! It’s not my fault you’re bad at video games.” The song of Liam’s whole hearted laugh rang through your ears and you couldn’t contain your smile at the sound. Lately, with all things supernatural happening, Liam was struggling to find a balance. Being Scott’s little sister and the same age as Liam, it wasn’t only your responsibility to introduce your brother’s new beta into the supernatural world but as you got to know him, it was also your privilege to do so.
So, hearing him laugh made you feel like you’d accomplished something. You’d made him even slightly happy. You’d possibly made him forgot about the new problems they’d been faced with and the problems he’d been losing himself over.
“Excuse you, I’m fantastic at everything.” You looked over at him, your eyebrows raised sassily and an amused grin written on your lips. Although, said expression rapidly vanished as your eyes casually filtered to the clock on Liam’s bedside table and you noticed the time.
“Shit! I have an econ exam to study for. Coach is going to kill me if I fail again.” Sighing over-dramatically, you dropped your controller onto the ruffled sheets on Liam’s bed and reached for your bag that lay on his floor.
However, Liam disregarded your statement and quickly grasped your hand in his, halting your actions. “Wait! Just one more game,” He looked up at you with his piercing blue eyes but you refused to let them persuade you this time around so you just smiled lazily over at him.
“You said that four games ago,” You stated as you leant down and swiftly connected your lips to his before attempting to break out just as quick but Liam grasped your waist in his hands and deepened the kiss.
“You can study here and then stay over. Please? Stay with me?” He questioned once you both pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other and his arms encircling your waist to keep you close. You felt his hands slightly trembling and his breathing sounding heavier and less in control, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your boyfriend’s current persona.
“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft and loving as you ran your fingers lightly through his hair. He let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered close at your touch.
Shaking his head slowly, he reopened his eyes, “It’s fine, I should study too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He mumbled as his gaze dropped to the floor; he was expecting you to turn around and leave, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to.
“Liam,” You whispered quietly and he glanced up at you once again, his baby blue eyes staring into yours and you immediately recognised the emotion clouded behind the colour. Fear.
“You can trust me,” You were telling the truth, after everything you’ve been through together, you knew that you could trust him and he knew he could trust you, with anything. That’s what made your relationship work.
He took a deep breath, his shaky hands were still settled on your waist, keeping you as close and he wanted. It was a reassurance to him, he needed to know you were there. “I-I’ve been having these hallucinations. Of the Berserkers. They’re so vivid, it’s like they’re really there. They happen at night or when I’m alone. It’s- it’s like, I can see every detail on them, I can hear their heavy breathing. Sometimes they’re so close, they get so close. They keep me awake every night, as soon as I turn the light off - they’re there. Taunting me. I just want them to go away. I almost punched a hole in my wall yesterday because I just got so angry and I-I don’t know anymore. They’re not there, but my head keeps telling me they are. It’s like my own mind is trying to determine me insane. I’m not insane, [Y/N], I’m not.”
Your heart wrenched to see the boy you loved in such distress. You knew what it was like to be kept awake and haunted by your worst fears. And you knew that being alone was the worst when it was happening, being alone made you feel vulnerable and afraid. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked quietly to match the eerie silence in the room.
“I didn’t want to burden you or Scott. With everything that’s happened with the Deadpool, Kate, Derek- me going crazy is the least of everyone’s problems.” Liam admitted, his eyes filtering everywhere but into your own. The feeling of guilt filled you up as you looked into his fear-ridden eyes. You didn’t feel guilty because you had done something incredibly bad, but because you hadn’t noticed his suffering earlier.
“You would never be a burden to me or Scott, especially me, okay? I love you, Liam. We’ll figure something out. It’ll take time, but you’re going to be okay.” You kept eye contact the whole time, he needed to believe that things would get better in order for them to do so and you were 100% willing to help him through it.
“I promise.” You whispered as you both leaned in, not having to go far as he kept a close hold on you, your lips meeting his halfway. You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck as he had one hand caressing your cheek, his fingers daintily running across your smooth skin as the other hand gently rest on your waist.
The kiss wasn’t rushed or like the other little kisses that he stole from you at random points during the day, but slow and meaningful. Almost like he was saying thank you for listening and being understanding, a thank you for being there for him. Eventually, you both pulled away for air, a small smile played on your lips as he absentmindedly intertwined your fingers together.
“So, will you stay with me?” He asked shyly, avoiding your eyes the best that he could whilst keeping the same proximity between the two of you, almost like he was afraid that even after all that was just said, you would just get up and leave him sitting there alone.
You stood up and his eyes darted to yours quickly as he stumbled up with you, you walked over to his closet and grabbed his shirt that you’d normally wear when you stayed over. “Anything for you,” You pecked his lips softly as you passed him, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
“You don’t have to, we can sleep with the light on if it helps.” You reassured Liam as he fumbled around with the light switch, unsure if he wanted to encase the room in darkness or not.
“But you can’t sleep unless it’s dark,” His voice was quiet as he pointed out the random fact that you’d told him so long ago.
“That’s okay, I don’t mind,” A loving smile graced your lips as you rested your head on the pillow and pulled the covers up, patiently waiting for Liam to make his decision.
Then, room emitted into darkness and Liam turned over to face you. You could still see his bright blue eyes even through the dark as the rain outside of his room pounded on the window.
The bitter wind gave off a howl and you shivered slightly, the room getting colder due to the rain getting heavier. Liam instantly noticed and hooked his arm around your waist in order to pull you closer until your head was resting on his chest with his arm wound tightly around your body.
Listening to Liam’s current steady breaths and you enjoying being in his arms, your eyelids began to feel heavy but just before you could completely fall into a deep slumber, you felt Liam flinch next to you. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your almost sleep-ridden eyes, trying to see through the dark for the problem.
Then, you heard his breathing rapidly become laboured, you saw his fists clenched as his eyes squeezed shut in fear. You sat up a little further, your arm propping you up as you glanced down at your boyfriend in worry. “Liam?” You weren’t sure if he was asleep or not as you reached out to grab his clenched fist and calm him down but he flinched away from your light touch.
“You’re not here.” He muttered out through rough breaths, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands in an attempt to calm himself.
“Liam, it’s just me. Ignore it; it’s not real.” You gently shook his shoulder and called his name a couple more times before a frantic yelp escaped past his clenched teeth.
“You’re not here!” He let out a gasp as he shot up from his position. His chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, his hands shaking even more than before as he fumbled around to try and flick the switch on his bedside lamp.
His scared, wide eyes immediately found yours once his room found the light. He fingers continuously running through his messy hair as he tried to calm his erratic breathing but you noted that it didn’t seem to be working. “It’s okay. You’re okay,” You gulped nervously as you neared him, taking his hand in your own.
“I’m here, okay? I’m not leaving,” You pulled him into a hug and you heard him breathe out in relief as he held you tightly once again. His face in the crook of your neck as you felt him press a small kiss to your collarbone, bringing a grateful smile to your lips before he let go slightly just solely so he could see you.
“Thank you.” He mumbled to you, his gorgeous eyes not leaving yours until you decided to press your lips to his tenderly, letting them linger for a while before pulling away disappointingly.
Liam groaned dramatically as he laid back down, bringing you with him, your head on his chest again, his fingers threading through your hair comfortingly. “What is it?” You whispered, a quiet yawn escaping your lips afterward making Liam smile admiringly down at you.
“I just love you so much.” He spoke, his tone encased with euphoria as he watched your eyes fluttering closed with exhaustion.
“I love you more,” Your voice trailed off and your smile slowly faded as sleep began taking you away. You felt Liam shift and his hand leave yours to turn the light off but you grabbed it again before he could.
“God dammit, Liam. Just keep the freaking light on.” You muttered sleepily and intertwined yours and his fingers together again. The last thing you heard was Liam’s amused chuckle before you fell into a well-earned slumber.
“This is so awkward but I need you to kiss me right now please.”
The stranger looks at Zayn with confusion tracing every inch of his face, brows furrowed as he parts his lips.
Zayn internally cringes, fiddling at his sides.
“Long story in short — my ex is over there and I told him I have a boyfriend and I need you to kiss me so that it looks believable,” Zayn rushes, biting over his bottom lip.
The boy with soft brown eyes smiles, a giggle clinging to his tongue as he shrugs and wraps muscular arms around Zayn’s waist, pulling him in.
He’s a little astounded that the stranger is willing to do this, but he’s distracted by the thought as gentle lips brush over his own. Zayn grips a hand into the stranger’s hair, lips breathless as he reaches up onto tiptoes to level the boy’s height.
He pulls away with an awkward giggle, watching the boy smile as he nudges his nose over Zayn’s.
“D’ you think that was believable?” He asks, Zayn jumping in the stranger’s arms as his voice is called from beside them.
He turns to see Luke, his ex, an unreadable smile over his expression.
“How’re you, Zayn?” He asks, Zayn’s heart thudding dramatically in his chest.
“Good,” Zayn breathes, pulse quickening even faster as he realised the stranger’s arm is still wrapped securely around his waist.
“I’m Liam,” the stranger interrupts, reaching out to shake Luke’s hand.
He’s wearing a bright grin, eyes all crinkly around the edges as he beams at Luke before Zayn.
Luke nods, uncertainty crossing his expression.
Zayn threads his fingers through Liam’s, a little smug as he follows Luke’s trail of thought down to where their hands are tangled.
“It’s nice seeing you, Zayn,” Luke dismisses, curtly smiling at the pair before gesturing an awkward wave and turning to walk off.
Zayn bursts out laughing when there’s enough distance between them, strangely disappointed when Liam removes his grip from his body.
“You’re the best,” he praises, peering up at Liam’s amused grin. “His face, oh my god.”
Liam’s shoulders shake with laughter, his bottom lip taken between his teeth.
“Seriously, that was amazing. Can I buy you a coffee? Or, I don’t know — whatever you want, Liam. I need to repay you somehow.”
Change Your Ticket by @englandziam Pairing: Zayn/Liam Rating: G
“Why does it say you’re going to the theatre on Friday?”
Zayn lifts his head from the book he’s reading and to Liam’s frown, his face crumpled with confusion.
“Because I am?” Zayn responds, blinking.
“No,” Liam mumbles almost inaudibly, forehead creased in concern as he shakes his head. “Friday is date night, remember? We’re going out for a meal?”
Liam watches as realisation creeps over Zayn’s features; his lips parting as he exhales a sigh.
“I forgot, Li — I’m sorry, love. Can we reschedule for next week?”
“No,” Liam tells him, crossing his arms over his chest.
He pouts, bottom lip sticking out — because he’d thought of everything. The polaroid photos he’d had developed, memories that he’d tied to the end of balloons. The restaurant he’d hired out for just the two of them, because it’s where they’d had their first date as a couple — and how he’d arranged for both their families to be there afterwards. The ring that’s been buried at the back of his cupboard for months, now.
Summary: When Liam and Zayn decided to rent an apartment together they didn’t realize that getting along would the hardest part. Despite Liam’s friends blaming their hatred on their undeniable sexual tension Liam thinks otherwise. However, one night when the pair is hanging on their last thread, things take a wild turn of events.
Requested by Anon: can you please make
a liam dunbar story based on the song “I wasn’t expecting that” by
Word Count: 4,592
Warnings: Cancer, Death…. Get tissues. (I know that pretty much spoils some stuff, but I don’t care cause y’all need to be warned before reading this or you’ll be like my beta, who got upset I didn’t warn her before reading this, lol.)
Author’s Note: I cried while writing this. If you don’t cry after reading this, I have failed as a writer. // Flashbacks are in italics.
Dr. Smith walked in and saw Liam sitting in a
chair close to his wife’s bedside. His heart broke at the sight in front of him
as Liam held on to her hand ever since she was put in the room. Liam never left
her side and he couldn’t help but wonder how their love story began. A part of
him didn’t want to ask because he knew he was going to be the one to break the
news that their love story was coming to an end. Although Liam knew the doctor
was in the room, he ignored him and looked at his wife asleep on the hospital
bed, remembering the first time he laid eyes on her.
was a warm summer night and the carnival was filled with families, friends, and
couples in lines for rides and food. The smell of popcorn, funnel cakes, corn
dogs, and dirt filled Liam’s nose as he walked through the crowded carnival
with his best friend, Mason. Liam listened and nodded along as Mason rambled
about his date with Corey the night before. Liam shoved his hands in his front
pockets as they reached the end of the ticket line.
turned around and saw a beautiful girl with her head rolled back and a hand
resting on her stomach, as she laughed hard. The girl in front of her was
laughing too, instantly drawing the attention of people passing by them. However,
it was her sweet and innocent laughter that caught his attention. When they
stopped laughing, Liam noticed the girl wiping her eyes from crying. She had a
beautiful smile and Liam couldn’t help but smile too.
Mason’s hand waved in front of Liam’s awe struck face. “Are you listening
snapped back to reality. “Yeah… I mean no.” He looked at the girl
once more before looking back at Mason. “What did you say?” He asked
so i was going to make a list of my top 15 lirry moments of 2015 but i’m absolute shit at truly narrowing them down so instead have a big masterpost of like… every lirry moment in 2015 (i know i missed shit)… whoops
“come on, get your ass over here.” he’d already made himself comfortable on liam’s bed, physics book on his lap, and patted on the space next to him. and as soon as the younger werewolf was by his side, theo put his hand around liam’s waist and pulled him closer. “maybe i’m not as smart as mason, but i surely am good enough to help you study.”
Requested by anonymous: can
you please write a smut with Liam and and reader is scott’s sister and liam
comes over to readers house and cuddle on the couch which leads into something
more and Scott comes home and walks in and gets mad at liam being the readers
overprotective brother. xx :)
GIF IS NOT MINE
I hope you enjoy it!
Liam.” I smile.
the door and sits on the couch. I sit next to him.
Scott and your mother?”
“My mom is
in the hospital and Scott is probably with Stiles.”
as kisses me. He grabs my waist, putting me on his lap; I smile and kiss him again.
Prompt by Anon: could you possibly write a liam imagine to ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse
Word Count: 2,826
Warnings: Cheating, Drinking/Alcoholic, Mentions of Sex
Author’s Note: Can I just say, and forgive me for saying this, I’ve never heard of this song until this requested this. I was so blown away by the lyrics, that I did some research on the song. I read interviews by Amy Winehouse where she talked about this song, the meaning behind it, and the story behind it. I was just blown away and was so happy the anon requested a Liam prompt with this song. Back to Black is so dark and deep, I’d tried my best to do that with this imagine. It’s certainly edgy in a dark kind of way, and it’s different from what I normally write. I hope y’all like it.
Liam was trying to control his breathing and anger
as he walked up the steps to his best friend’s house. He needed his anchor. He
needed Y/N to calm him down with her soothing words, her kissable lips, and her
gentle, warm touch. He needed her.
He quickly walked over to the hide-a-key turtle sitting on the far
end of the porch and lifted the shell, revealing a spare key to her house. His
key that he couldn’t carry around his keychain without his girlfriend knowing
he had a key to another woman’s house.
Liam had been with Hayden for almost four years and as messed up as
it was, every time he got into it with Hayden or just snapped over the littlest
things, he’d go to his anchor, Y/N. He knew it was wrong to go to Y/N while he
was with Hayden, but it wasn’t that easy. She needed him just as much as he
needed her, but Y/N had problems of her own too.
Prompt: Lately, Liam has been acting weird and getting more
close to Hayden. One night, you and Liam go to a party and you see Hayden all
over him. You run away and he tells you that nothing’s going on, giving you a
promise ring assuring that he loves you and you only.
A/N: So I finished this at the end after not working on it
for two weeks! I’m so sorry but I’m planning to make it up to you guys! I hope
this isn’t as crappy as I think it is xx (UNEDITED)
Pairing: Liam x Reader
Word Count: 1636
since I started dating Liam, life’s been great. I have someone to talk to
without annoying them, and I can share my affection with my significant other
and receive the same in return. Although we are young, I know this is real
love. He knows it too. But I feel like lately he’s been acting up, y’know?
Like, he’s been acting really suspicious. More shady, more secretive. Whenever
I try to make him open up to me, he shuts me down. I know I should trust him
and all, but as they days go by, I don’t. What should I do? Anyway, we’re going
to this awesome party hosted by Lydia, of course, and Liam and I are going
together. I’ll keep you updated tonight, after the party is over.’
You wrote in your journal as a diary entry. You liked to have
something where you could express your feelings and thoughts and read back to
it afterwards. You got into diary writing when you were younger, growing up
with anger issues your mum told you to express your anger and emotions into
words. And you’ve been writing ever since. That’s what brought you and Liam so
close. Liam had anger issues too, and when it’s a full moon, he turns and acts
crazy. But the pack found out you were his anchor and ever since you became his
anchor, you two have loved each other like crazy. Not only was he a great
boyfriend, but a better best friend. You guys even considered getting married
but didn’t receive Scott’s blessing since he told you, you were too young. But
that didn’t break you two apart.