liam proposing

I just

I love Liam Kosta so much?????

I don’t even have words for how much? he is a genuinely Good Dude who tries his best

(and kind of fails at it sometimes, but he owns it. and tries to fix it.)

and he is a monumental dork, from that goofy little wave on the Hyperion, to spinning around when the gravity goes, to “did not die!”, to hauling a freaking couch to Andromeda, to the armor scene, to the car, to his facial expression at “change…change of plan?” in his loyalty mission, (to his entire loyalty mission really), to organizing an interspecies soccer/football match, to the heart-shaped jump jets if you romance him

and I just.

He is such a beautiful goof and I love him so much

Still Got Time

When Liam comes home one evening, his shirt sleeves are uncharacteristically rolled up. 

Zayn notices immediately. Just as Liam had planned.

“Babe?” Zayn whines questioningly, his voice coming out high-pitched. Wondering if it is, could really be, what he thinks it is.

“Gears…” He gulps, grazing his fingers over the large, intricate machinery running up the underside of his boyfriend’s forearm. His eyebrows furrow, looking almost in pain as he continues ascending up his arm. “The… clock.”

He bites his lip so hard, he’s surprised he doesn’t taste blood as he swallows. Finally letting his glance slide up to meet Liam’s, he lets out a shaky breath. 

He waits for Liam to respond, doesn’t want to spoil the moment in case he’s wrong, in case this is for something completely different, something completely unrelated to-

“We still got time,” Liam mumbles, eyes shining as he gives Zayn a watery smile. 

“Liam, you didn’t,” Zayn says shyly, head ducking momentarily as he feels the blush creep up. “I mean,” he stutters on. “It’s just a really rough demo at this point. I don’t even know if it’ll ever become official or anything.”

He laughs almost maniacally, still in shock. He shakes his head in disbelief. “But you went and got it fucking tattooed on your arm.” 

He allows his eyes to dart up to Liam’s. When he sees his worried look, his moment of hesitation, he gives a small smile in an attempt to calm his nerves. “I’m just surprised, babe, but I love it, okay?” He traces his fingers across the skin, exhaling as he feels goosebumps bubble up on Liam’s arm. “I love you,” he finishes, pulling him down for a kiss. 

He keeps his hand carefully draped around the clock. 

“You’re not the only one that gets surprise tattoos, you know,” Zayn says, quirking an eyebrow when he sees Liam’s expression. His eyes look like they’re about to burst out of his head, and Zayn chuckles lowly at the sight. 

“We still got time,” he says shyly, as if this suddenly explains everything, repeating the words Liam had said to him oh so long ago. “More than a year later,” he gulps. “And I know it’s not a clock, per se, but…”

Liam’s hand moves to hover over the initials. He gently traces over the S, then the G. And then finally the T. His eyes catch on the date tattooed below. “Today, babe?” He asks quietly, looking up at Zayn a little hesitantly as if afraid of the answer.

“I don’t want to have time anymore, Liam,” Zayn says cryptically, and Liam’s heart pounds at this, his hands suddenly sweaty as he rubs them against his pant legs. 

The words don’t add up with the new tattoo, with what Zayn’s just said. 

Zayn doesn’t explain further, instead only bending down, one knee bent on the cold, hard, tiled kitchen floor and-

Oh. 

“Liam,” Zayn pleads quietly. “We’ve had time. We’ve had so, so much time. Going on seven years, in fact.” He offers a small smile. “And I’ve loved every single, goddamn minute of it. But-” His voice cracks, tears springing up behind his eyes.

“I don’t want just time anymore. I don’t want to stop looking for love, ‘cause I’ve found it in you.”

He gulps before continuing on quickly, words all blurring together. “And I want to keep finding it, each and every day, right next to you.”

He fumbles for the box in his pocket, huffing out a low breath. He feels suddenly lightheaded, practically ready to crash on the floor from the nerves pounding through him. 

Liam’s shocked expression does nothing to help.

“I’m so…” Zayn gulps, can’t even remember his words. This had all been so planned out, and now he can barely even seem to remember his own name. “Nervous,” he gets out finally.

As he lifts up on the box, he squeezes his eyes shut, afraid to see Liam’s reaction. After a second, he forces himself to look up. He’s surprised when he sees that Liam is no longer standing above him, but rather squatted down to his level. He carefully lifts his hands to Zayn’s cheeks. “Worry about the ring later, then, Z,” he grins, gently bringing Zayn’s lips to his. 

Liam pulls back just slightly, eyes darting up to the other boy’s. “You have a enthusiastic yes from me, by the way.” He gives him a soft look, a full grin filling his face when he sees Zayn light up. “And no ring is ever gonna change that.” He rubs his thumb along Zayn’s lower lip thoughtfully. “Besides, we have all the time in the world now, babe. There’s no rush.”

A. Ryder Log #24

Angaran’s give a gift; humans give a ring.

Jaal decides to do both.

Jaal x Ryder, Established Relationship, Post-Game. Also posted on AO3 under ‘The Misadventures of Aria Ryder’.

Fluff. Definitely fluff.

Gonna dedicate this to two lovely artists here on Tumblr this time around:

@lynngo-art again because a)srsly her design of Tela is spot on and her art is adorable go look and b)she mentioned proposals in her tags on that sketch and well… >3> ;;;

and also to @gangstagandalf for all the lovely compliments on the story and super awesome art for this series!! Go check both these awesome people out!! ♥ ♥

And also a big thanks to everyone who’s supported this work so far ♥ You guys are awesome. Enjoy the fluff! ♥

“Want to go with Auntie! Please?”

“It’s really no trouble, Finn; I can give her a tour of the ship, at least.”

“So long as you promise to return her before takeoff, Ryder. I fear you’re becoming as attached as Tela.”

“H-Hey! I wouldn’t-!”

“I jest, Pathfinder. Go on, Tela, have a look around. But stay close and listen to Aria when she says it’s time to go.”

“Yes, Father! Auntie! Up!”

“Alright, kiddo, up we go. We’ll be done in about an hour, Finn, promise.”

As much as Jaal enjoys the scene before him - watching the easy banter between his brother and his beloved, seeing Aria scoop Tela up in a now-familiar motion, settling her easily on her hip - it makes slipping away all the easier, silently heading up into the Tempest and towards a specific storage room to the left of the loading ramp.

He has a specific, secret matter to take care of, after all.

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**Harry Styles Imagine**

 Imagine…

You and Harry had been dating for a couple years now and you always attended all the concerts when available. For one particular show Harry really wanted to come.  You could practically perform with the boys you’ve see the show so many times. You agreed to go because Harry wasn’t backing down. At the concert your parents were there along with your closest friends and you started to think something was up. You let it slide because maybe that was why Harry wanted you to come. Before the boys were going to perform  Strong (which was your favorite song ) Harry said he had an announcement. This got your attention as you stood in the front row.  Once the crowd quieted down Harry made his announcement. 

“ As you all know i’ve been with Y/N for a couple years now and I love her dearly.  I couldn’t imagine myself with any other girl so… Will you marry me, darling?” 

The crowd was cheering loudly and some how a camera put you one the big screen. The anticipation built as the whole stadium  waiting for your response. 

You had a big smile on your face and said yes. Everyone cheered and Harry attempted to kiss you be the stage was too far. You promised to give him the biggest kiss as soon as the show was over. 


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Operation TouRING

A Sequel to Operation Pirate Law

Summary: It hadn’t been long after Killian had first met Emma Swan that he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his days with her. Everything about their lives just fit together so naturally, and she and Henry were every bit as much family to him as his younger brother, Liam, was, and he was ready to make it official. There was just one thing he needed to do first. Convince the lads to help him with Operation TouRING.

Notes: A BIG THANK YOU to @looselipswontsinkships being an incredible beta and helping me overcome my dry spell/writer’s block. You’re the best!!

Also on ao3 and ff.net

General Audience rating / Word Count: ~5400


Henry didn’t think a day could go by any slower, but there he sat, in the desk next to his best friend anxiously waiting for the last bell of the last school day to ring. What a year it had been! When he thinks back to the beginning of the school year, he’s struck with just how much had changed in his life in the past nine months.

For starters, he has a best friend. He wasn’t too sure about Liam Jones when he’d first arrived in Storybrooke with his older brother. An older brother that is quite literally…older. Older and owns a pirate ship. Older, owns a pirate ship, and was currently dating Henry’s mom, something he and Liam had a hand in making happen.

Liam had seen the potential romance between his brother, Killian, and Henry’s mom, from the get go. He’d gotten into a spot of trouble that had gotten him hauled into the Sheriff station; that’s how Killian and Henry’s mom, the town Deputy, had first met. After the sparks of that initial meeting Liam kept getting into trouble, hoping the forced interaction between guardian and Deputy would lead to something. It wasn’t until Henry had gotten involved, and launched Operation Pirate Law, that’s when things finally started to happen.

He and Liam had worked to get the two together in various social and volunteer situations, and it was obvious that the two adults definitely had a thing for each other. It wasn’t until he and Liam had finally thrown subtlety out the window and conned their guardians into a romantic, candle lit dinner on Killian’s ship, The Jolly Roger, that the two ultimately became an official couple.

Now, nearly seven months later, the four of them were almost like a family. Killian and Liam had celebrated Christmas with Henry and his mom (the first Christmas for Liam without his father, whose passing had caused Liam to come live with Killian in the first place), and they all rang in the New Year together on The Roger. His mom and Killian had been nearly unbearable to be around during Valentine’s. He’d never thought of his mom as a gushy, romantic type, but he guessed when you’re in love all those hearts, flowers, sonnets and glaring public displays of affection seem necessary. (They’re not.)

Spring Break had been awesome, with Killian taking them down the coast on his ship. Killian and Liam had been teaching him the finer points of sailing, and that had been the first time they’d taken him out on the open seas. It was also when the topic of he and his mom joining the Jones brothers on their summer tour had first come up.

Killian was an online History professor, but had a side job of touring his replica 1770’s Brig to various ports during the summer. He’d visit different festivals, educating visitors about maritime life in the eighteenth and nineteenth century, while also teaching the young men and women he’d hire on as crew all about sailing.

This summer Killian wanted Henry and his mom to come with them. It had taken some convincing (and begging, pleading, and possibly bribery), but his mom had agreed and managed to get an old friend to come in and cover for her as Deputy while they were gone.

Now they were just hours away from casting off and starting a grand adventure that would take them from their little town in Maine all the way down to Florida, and possibly even the Caribbean, if time and weather allowed. Tonight they’d all be staying on the ship, ready to set sail at dawn, and Henry was bursting with excitement.

When the bell sounded he and Liam practically sprinted out the door, into the hall, and towards their lockers to grab their things. They said quick goodbyes to their classmates and then they were gone. Off to The Jolly Roger.

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“I’ve come here with a view to asking you… to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person because I hardly knows you but sometimes things are so transparency, they don’t need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England. 

Of course I don’t expecting you to be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say no… but It’s Christmas and I just wanted to… check.”

I’ve loved you since we were 18

Word count: 940

Pairing: Harry/Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is actually one of the few 1D songs I like so I got all fluff lol, And I actually took a few parts of the song and included them in the story


Harry’s palms were sweating. He tried to fix his tie in front of the mirror, but his hands were shaking so much he ended up taking it off.

He made sure to put on a purple handkerchief on the pocket on his chest, because he knew how much you liked it when he wore it like that –and besides, there was a big chance he would cry that night-.

He used a wet comb to fix his hair, straightening back a little bit. He applied a bit of perfume on his neck and wrists, and was taking a final look at himself when the doorbell rang.

This is it. He took a deep breath and walked to the front door, opening it to see your pretty smile. You were wearing a blue dress, your heels making it easy for you to reach his face and peck him on the lips.

“Hey baby” he moved from the door and you walked into his house as if it was your own. You looked at him and gave him a little package. “Happy anniversary”

“Oh darling, I thought we said no gifts” he said, taking the small box on his hands.

“I know but I decided to break the rule” you smiled at him and he smiled back

“Well, I did too, but you’ll have to wait after dinner to see it”

“Smells good by the way” you said, going to the living room where he had set the table. There were candles and rose petals all over the room, the cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table. “Ow baby, you didn’t have to do all this” you turned to him and put your arms around his neck, him holding you by the waist.

“You have dealt with me for the past five year, you deserve some candles and flowers” He leaned down to kiss you before going to the kitchen to bring the dishes.

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Circuition
Louis has just graduated from college with a promising job as a teacher waiting for him in fall. But he's feeling depressed after a bad breakup with his boyfriend of 4 years, and he's not sure how he's going to get through the summer. His best friends Liam and Zayn propose going on a road trip across the country and Louis reluctantly agrees to go.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Circuition
Author: Anonymous
Rating: Explicit
Words: 38,488
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Summary:

Louis has just graduated from college with a promising job as a teacher waiting for him in fall. But he’s feeling depressed after a bad breakup with his boyfriend of 4 years, and he’s not sure how he’s going to get through the summer. His best friends Liam and Zayn propose going on a road trip across the country and Louis reluctantly agrees to go.
Along the way they meet up with Harry and Niall who are also taking a cross country road trip of their own. The five become fast friends and agree to travel across the US together.
Louis and Harry have an immediate connection but neither is sure whether it’s enough to get them each over their heartbreaks. Will their instant chemistry and new summer romance survive past the summer?

Written for Champagnerose for the @hlsummerexchange2017

Series: Becoming Mrs. Styles (part 4)

–Part 2 of the proposal!

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By the time you and Harry had made the drive into the city, you still had an hour or so until your reservation time at the restaurant, so you decided to take a walk together on some of the smaller streets you could find close to the restaurant - being right in the center of the city, however, made it a bit difficult to find less busy streets. So naturally, the paparazzi quickly spotted the two of you and followed you with cameras in your face and asking questions. Fortunately, there were only about three of them at this point. You smiled as usual, though also slightly uncomfortable with the three men trying to join yours and Harry’s conversations. Harry had his arm snaked around your waist, holding you tightly as he always did when paparazzi were around. You both tried your best to ignore them as you walked and talked - your conversation couldn’t go much beyond the weather and how pretty the city looked this time of year as the flowers were blooming and the trees were green again. Anything said that was personal would immediately be picked up by the paparazzi, so small talk was the way it had to be.

However, after a few minutes of this, the paparazzi were getting bored and anxious for some juicy gossip, so the questions you always hated started being asked, not to anyone’s surprise, though.

“Y/N, are you pregnant?” “Yeah when’s the baby due, Mr. Styles?” You naturally looked down at your stomach as you always did when they asked this question, just to see if it actually looked like you were. Harry laughed as he saw you do this like you always did.

“Don’t worry, love, you look perfect,” Harry smiled at you before glaring at the paparazzi. 

“Okay well when’s the wedding you two?” “Yeah, gotta put a ring on it Harry!” “Can I get an invitation to the wedding, Harry?” 

Your face flushed as it always did when this question was asked. But you felt you had gotten more embarrassed each time it was asked because it was never true. Harry noticed the expression on your face and, although it tore at his heart just a little thinking that you might think he wouldn’t want to marry you, he also smiled at the thought of tonight and how the next time the paparazzi asked this question, you would actually be engaged, hopefully. 

“Alright, a pleasure as always, gentlemen,” Harry smirked as he led you into the tall building where you would be dining tonight. And also where he would propose to the love of his life. 

A man standing behind the desk smiled at the both of you when you entered and, seeing your attire, guessed you would be looking for the building’s only restaurant on the top floor. “Welcome, please take the elevator up ahead and to the left and press floor number 30 to arrive at the building’s restaurant. Enjoy.”

There was something about the way the man was looking at Harry, with a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye, that made you think the two of them had met before. Maybe Harry had lied and had actually been to this restaurant before?

Once you finally arrived at the top floor and stepped off the elevator, you were stunned seeing the decor and the ambiance of this place. And the view! Glass windows from floor to ceiling on three of the four sides allowed for the perfect view of the city and, right now, of the sun setting and filling the sky with your favorite colors. 

“Good evening, Mr. Styles?” The woman waiting to seat you asked Harry to make sure she had the correct reservation name. You always were amused when people pretended like they didn’t know it was Harry Styles standing on their presence, like they weren’t preparing for a celebrity. 

After being led to your table, you sat down across from Harry, slightly disappointed. Out of all the tables, they had to seat you at one against the wall and next to a pillar so you couldn’t really see out and look at the city below.

“Oh I’m sorry, baby. They must be very full tonight,” Harry told you, a smile on his face. Something told you he wasn’t actually that sorry… 

You were a little miffed that Harry had brought you to this amazing restaurant with the best view you’d ever seen but didn’t even try to get a table by the window and not right behind a pillar. But you weren’t going to push it. Plus, once your food was served, you couldn’t help but be happy as the delicious tastes of your favorite foods filled your senses. 

For dessert, you both shared a slice of chocolate cake that looked so pretty you didn’t want to eat it at first. There was a sugar rose on top of it and chocolate shavings and frosting - it was delicious. Right when you were finishing up the last bit of cake, Harry told you he was going to use the restroom. 

He’d been gone longer than normal, you noticed, when the hostess came up to your table.

“Mrs. Y/L/N? Could you please come with me.” The way she asked, it was more like you had no choice but to follow her. But this was all starting to get too  weird for you.

“Um, do you know where my boyfriend is? Where do you want me to go?” You asked, your brows furrowed at the thought of something happening to Harry.

“Yes, he had to go take a call down in the lobby but he asked me if I’d let you know so you wouldn’t be sat here waiting for a long time. Please come with me.” You still didn’t understand where she was going to take you. You were pretty sure you knew how to get out of the restaurant? But also you hadn’t even paid yet!

“Wait, we haven’t paid yet,” you told the hostess, your eyes starting to squint in suspicion.

“That’s all been taken care of by Mr. Styles, please come this way,” she gestured for you to follow her. 

To be fair, Harry had thought this whole thing through minus the excuse for you to follow the hostess. So he’d sent you a text a few minutes before, hoping you’d see it by this point. And before getting out of your chair, you instinctively checked your phone to see a text from Harry that read: “Please follow the hostess. xoxo.” You laughed at Harry’s lack of creativity in persuading you to do as he wished, but you finally agreed to follow the woman, knowing that Harry wouldn’t put you in any bad or strange situation. 

As the two of you exited the restaurant, she motioned for you to go through a door that led to stairs only going up.

“I thought we were on the top floor?” You questioned, puzzled.

The hostess just smiled and held the door open for you to venture up to who knows where on your own.

“Harry I swear if I get freaking murdered because of you,” you mumbled under your breath as you walked the short distance to the top of the stairs. Before opening the door, you noticed rose petals at your feet, which made you feel slightly better about opening the door in front of you. 

As soon as you opened the door and stepped out into the beautiful summer night, your jaw dropped. That feeling in your stomach suddenly appeared, the one that feels like butterflies, and you walked forward, looking around at everything before you.

You found yourself on the top of this building with a view that was to die for. Not only the view of the city and all the lights and the glow of the moon above you, but the view on the rooftop itself. Twinkly lights were strung all over the sides and rose petals covered almost the entire floor. You laughed, exuberant, and it was then that you heard the music coming from the corner furthest from you. And you saw, through the dark as best you could, four figures standing together, one of them playing a guitar… and then Zayn started singing the first notes of Little Things! Zayn! You were currently being serenaded by Harry’s four best mates from afar, and you were so excited that they were there that you almost ran to them, but then you noticed the pictures.

On the floor in front of you, on top of the rose petals, were tons and tons of photographs, all facing up and all spread out all over the floor. You hadn’t realized your eyes were welling up with tears until you found yourself having trouble trying to read the caption under the first picture you picked up.

“When I knew I would love you forever” read the first caption, under a picture of you standing in the kitchen in one of Harry’s t-shirt, your back to him, clearly in the middle of dancing to a song you had playing as you often did. You laughed.

“First time you slept over” read the caption under the next picture that you picked up of Harry lying on his back in bed, clearly taking a selfie, with you curled up on top of him, fast asleep. He had the biggest grin on his face.

“Right before I told you I loved you the first time” and a picture of you watching a movie next to Harry, smiling at whatever film was playing in front of you. How had you not noticed him taking this picture? 

You continued to wonder that as you looked at more and more of the pictures. 

After a few more minutes of smiling, laughing, and letting a few tears escape your eyes as you took a trip down memory lane, you saw a photograph furthest in front of you, close to the part of the rooftop furthest from the door you had walked out of only a few minutes ago and next to Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn who were now midway through If I Could Fly. They all smiled at you as you walked closer and you smiled back, tears welling up in your eyes at seeing the four of them together again. All that was missing was Harry…

You picked up the photograph in front of you and were surprised when it wasn’t another picture of you. You first read the caption, which said: “Right before I asked you to marry me”. The picture was of Harry, wearing exactly what he had on that night, standing in front of the door you had walked out of, minutes before, with all the rose petals and twinkly lights set up just as they were now. 

You turned around to find an exact replica of the image in your hands before your eyes, Harry and all. And somehow Harry had worked the timing out perfectly as the bridge of If I Could Fly was just beginning. You and Harry started walking toward each other as he started singing, much more slowly than the original and with Niall playing his guitar behind you. 

I can feel your heart inside of mine. 

I feel it, I feel it, the other boys sang.

I’ve been going out of my mind.

I feel it, I feel it.

Know that I’m just wasting time, and I, I hope that you don’t run from me.

Harry finished singing as he finally reached you, putting a hand to your cheek and kissing your forehead. The other boys finished the song as Harry rummaged around in his pocket for the thing he had been protecting and keeping secret for awhile now. 

Tears fell from your eyes consistently now as you watched him kneel down on one knee, on top of the rose petals and under the moonlight. The boys had started quietly humming their song 18, in harmony of course, as Niall lightly strummed his guitar.

“Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I’ve known you. And I’ve known since then that I never would be completely satisfied with my life if I didn’t live the rest of it with you by my side. My heart will be forever yours, and if you’ll let me, I’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you’d make me by saying you’ll be my wife. You are so smart, love, and you are so kind and loving and supportive and caring and everything I’ve always wanted in a partner, and more. And you are so beautiful, Y/N, so so beautiful.” Harry’s eyes were welling up at this point and you watched through blurry eyes as a single tear escaped his eye. “Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?” Harry asked you, his voice slightly shaky, and his eyes locked on yours.

And he was so beautiful. He was love. And he was light, and this night was beautiful, this rooftop was beautiful and the view was beautiful. But nothing was more beautiful than Harry. And you felt like you were home.

You realized after a few seconds you hadn’t answered his question yet so you laughed and crouched down to meet Harry’s eye level, tears spilling from your eyes. 

“Yes, Harry! Of course I will,” you whispered before taking his face in your hands and pulling him in for a deep and passionate kiss. You heard Louis yell “get a room!” after the kiss had still not ended and you and Harry both laughed, standing up, as Harry slid the ring on your finger, which you’d almost forgotten about. 

“Oh my gosh, Harry! It’s so beautiful, wow,” you sighed as a smile lit up every inch of your face. “Thank you so much.”

Harry lightly kissed your nose and laughed. “Anything for you, lovely.”

You heard one of the boys clear their throats. Harry laughed and, holding your left hand in his, yelled: “SHE SAID YES!” And all the boys came rushing towards you so you could finally hug them all as they congratulated you both, everyone laughing, most with tear-stained faces. 

After a few minutes, Harry pulled you into him and whispered, “I couldn’t deny you this view,” as he gestured to the city and all the lights around you. 

“Mmm, but the best view is you,” you smiled at how sappy you sounded but Harry loved it. And he loved this night and this place and his life. Most of all, he loved you, and now he would love you forever.

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There’s the proposal, I hope you liked it! Feedback and requests always welcome :)

anonymous asked:

hey. can you rec me some ziam fics. maybe your favourites? pls

Hi!!!

Sorry for taking a bit longer to get to this! I was all set to do it yesterday, but then Top Knot Zayn happened, and I needed the time to appropriately reflect on him. But I’m back and focused and here goes!

(I’m putting all my recs under the cut because I don’t have any self control.)

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Fix This (Drake x MC)

Rating: PG-13
Summary: Drake isn’t going to let MC (Mika) deal with the aftermath of the Coronation alone.
A/N: One day, I will write something that is pure angst…but today is not that day. I haven’t written Drake in a while, and I kind of miss that grumpy pants.

In the moments after Mika and the Beaumont brothers are roughly escorted out of the palace, the ballroom fills with whispered rumors and accusations. No one even questions the photos of Mika and Tariq, their convenient timing, or if there’s more to the story. That, more than anything, fuels Drake’s fury. These people, the public and the press and the other ladies of the court, who claimed to love and support Mika, were so willing to blame her and believe whatever they thought those photos suggested.

Drake would be angry at Liam for not speaking up or refusing to propose to someone else, but he knows his best friend. Liam has spent nearly his entire life trying to do what’s expected of him, to avoid scandal, and to put his family name and country above all else, including his own happiness. In this instance, any protesting Liam would have done would have made things infinitely worse, for himself and for Mika.

He knows, without a doubt, that this entire thing was in the works for a long time.
The King and Queen insisting that Mika must drop out and Liam propose immediately, Madeleine’s smug acceptance of Liam’s angry, forced proposal, reeks of ulterior motives and well thought out planning.

Drake is seething, hands clenched at his side, teeth gritted together so hard that his jaw starts to ache. He doesn’t know how, but he has to find a way to fix this. He can’t, won’t, let Liam be forced into this marriage or Mika’s life and happiness be ruined.

He ignores the glares and muttered comments of the people around him as he pushes his way through the crowd toward Liam. Bastien stops him as he gets close, and Drake gives him an incredulous look.

“I’m sorry, Drake,” Bastien says, looking truly apologetic. “The royal family has asked that there be no discussion of these latest…events. This is supposed to be a night of celebration.” Bastien himself looks somewhat disgusted, but quickly recomposes himself.

Drake wishes he was shocked at the reactions of the people around him, now clinking champagne glasses together and moving to begin the Cordonian Waltz, but this is how it’s been his whole life. There is no room for questions or getting to the truth here. People scheme and lie to get what they want, go out of their way to make people look bad, and everything is simply swept under the rug to save face.

“Tell Liam I’m going after her,” Drake whispers to Bastien angrily, then turns and heads for a side door. He can’t help Liam here, he knows, but maybe he can help Mika. He catches Liam’s eye briefly. Liam’s face is a stoic mask, but his eyes are dark and angry as he gives Drake a barely perceptible nod. Drake rushes outside, but the Beaumont limo is gone.

“Damn,” Drake swears. He has little hope that any of them will answer, but he tries anyway, relieved when Maxwell answers.

“Where are you? Stop. I’m coming with,” Drake blurts out.

Maxwell doesn’t respond.

“Maxwell, I am begging you,” Drake pleads.

Maxwell sighs. “Give us 15 minutes.” He rattles off an address and Drake sneaks back inside to gather his belongings. He runs into Hana coming out of the ballroom, her expression still one of stunned disbelief, and she eyes his bag curiously.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“With them,” Drake answers vaguely, gesturing in the general direction of the main doors.

“Wait,” Hana says. “I’ll see if I can get Mika’s stuff.”

“Hurry.” Drake slides into a darkened hallway off the staircase and waits impatiently for Hana to return.

Hana wordlessly passes him Mika’s suitcase when she comes back, and Drake lets out a surprised “Oof!” as she pulls him into a quick hug. “Let me know what I can do,” she says quietly. “This isn’t-something is seriously wrong here.”

“I know,” Drake answers gruffly. “I have to go.”

The Beaumont limo pulls up on a quiet side street soon after Drake arrives. He slides in quickly, pulling the door closed as the limo takes off. Bertrand is whispering angrily into his phone, Maxwell is blank-faced and staring out a window, and Mika…Drake’s heart breaks as she looks up at him.

She has that deer-in-the-headlights look again, her eyes red, and he feels another rush of anger. He hates these people for what they’ve done to her.

“Drake?” Mika whispers, her voice wavering.

Drake slides over to her, and she immediately turns into him. He feels a few hot tears soak through his shirt, her hands clenching into the material.

He ignores Maxwell and Bertrand’s stares as he wraps an arm around her back, running his other hand through her dark hair soothingly.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers hoarsely. “Okay? We’ll fix this, Mika.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

Gradually, her breathing slows as she falls asleep, and he gently lowers her down to the seat, laying his suit jacket over her and brushing her hair back from her face. She sighs his name sleepily, and Drake feels his face flood with heat.

He joins Bertrand and Maxwell.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Bertrand demands.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me?” Drakes responds angrily. “After the shit show she just went through, that’s the first thing you ask me?”

Bertrand sighs in irritation. “I apologize for…implying anything. It’s been a long evening, and you two seemed…close, just now.”

Drake is tempted for half a second to punch him, but they have enough problems right now.

“We’re not sleeping together,” Drake snaps. He fills them in on what happened that night with Tariq, though he leaves out his conversation with Mika afterwards. His feelings for her are none of their business. Telling them he’s in love with the woman that Liam intended to propose to will solve nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~

When she wakes up, Mika is momentarily confused. She’s curled into the seat of the limo, Drake’s suit jacket wrapped around her. She buries her face into it, taking in his familiar comforting scent, before the events of the Coronation come flooding back and a knot forms in her stomach. She wishes she could just fall back asleep, or rewind time, or just go back to New York and forget this all happened.

As she sits up, she spots House Beaumont outside as the limo slows to a stop. Drake gives her a brief smile as he comes back to sit beside her. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“I…I don’t even know,” she responds, shaking her head. “It feels like I watched it happen to someone else.”

She wants to ask Drake why he’s here, and not with Liam, but she’s relieved and comforted by his presence, and she doesn’t want him to leave. As they climb out of the limo, she wrinkles her nose down at her dress.

“I can’t wait to get out of this damn thing,” she mutters.

She spots Drake smiling out of the corner of her eye. “Same,” he murmurs in agreement, gesturing at his now wrinkled dress pants and shirt.

Mika takes her same room, immediately shedding the dress and kicking it into a corner of the room, then throwing her shoes after it. It makes her feel marginally better. She rummages through her suitcase, pulling on her jeans and blank tank top.

She wanders down to the study, finding Maxwell and Bertrand, Bertrand on his phone yet again, Maxwell’s eyes glued to the computer screen. They both nod at her, Maxwell smiling momentarily, then return to whatever it is they’re doing. Drake comes up behind her moments later, and she shivers unintentionally as he murmurs low next to her ear. “They are in the zone trying to figure this thing out.”

He pauses before asking, “You want to take a walk? Get some fresh air?”

“Yes please,” she replies gratefully, turning to follow him outside.

They meander through the estate in a comfortable silence. Mika has so many things she wants to say to him, but she doesn’t know how to bring them up, worried about his reaction. They come upon a bench swing, and she’s acutely aware of Drake’s thigh pressed against hers as they sit and she pushes her feet against the ground to rock them.

Drake nudges her slightly. “What’s on your mind?”

“Hmm?”

“You look deep in thought.”

“It’s a lot of things,” she begins slowly. “I…”

She sighs. “You’re going to hate me,” she whispers, looking down at her hands and picking absentmindedly at the soft pink polish on her fingernails.

Drake stills her movements, covering her hands with his. “I could never hate you,” he reassures her.

“Hey.” He tilts her chin up gently to look at her earnestly. “Mika. You can talk to me. Whenever you’re ready.”

He’s so close that she can’t stop her gaze from wandering down to his lips, remembering how they felt against her own, the barely restrained control he’d had, the feel of him pressed up against her.

She flushes as she remembers the dreams she started having about him after their first kiss, dreams where he slowly peeled her clothes off, kissing and biting at her exposed skin, murmuring how good she felt and how much he loved her as he made love to her. She always woke up frustrated and feeling slightly guilty.

“Mika,” she hears Drake murmur. Her eyes dart back up to his, and she’d be lying if she didn’t say she felt a wave of longing and heat pool in her belly at the sight of his dilated pupils.

“I didn’t want to marry him,” she finally says quietly, looking back down at her lap.

“I was panicked, in those moments just before Liam announced his pick. I didn’t know what I was going to do. But this isn’t the way I wanted all of this to go. He doesn’t deserve this, any of this. He’s such a good guy and he’s been nothing but wonderful to me. I just…why couldn’t I have met you first?” she asks in a whisper, trying to keep her tears at bay.

What is Drake going to think? Here she is, confessing that she didn’t want to marry his best friend, just hours after a seemingly scandalous photo of her was released and Liam was forced into an engagement with someone she knows he doesn’t want. But she can’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth.

“I want you so much, Drake. It scares me a little,” she confesses.

When she finally dares to look at him again, he’s simply staring at her. As if in slow motion, she watches him reach out, closing her eyes and leaning into him as he slides his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her closer.

“Mika,” he whispers against her lips. He brushes his mouth against hers gently, slowly, and she sighs as she slips her hands into his hair.

“I want you too,” he whispers, biting her lower lip gently.

She groans quietly as she tangles her tongue with his, moving to press into him. He stops his movements suddenly and her eyes fly open.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Drake shakes his head. “I don’t want to stop. But with everything going on…”

He takes her face in his hands, kissing her deeply but all too briefly. “The first time I make love to you, I want it to be just about us.”

Mika shivers at the conviction in his voice. His eyes are impossibly dark, voice low, and she knows, without a doubt, how in love with this man she is.

“I don’t want any of this hanging over our heads,” Drake murmurs, resting his forehead against hers. “I want you, more than you could know. But-”

“We need to deal with this first,” she says softly. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing? Liam’s your best friend, Drake. And I care about him. He’s a great guy. He deserves to marry someone who loves him, not a title.”

“This isn’t just about Liam. Someone set you up, and I’ll be damned if they’ll get away with it,” Drake vows. “I meant what I said, Mika. We’re going to fix this.”

Mika smiles, smoothing the angry crease between his eyebrows.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” she says, laughing quietly.

Drake looks confused. “Teamwork…what?”

Mika smiles as she takes Drake’s hand and pulls him up. “Just something I said to Maxwell once. Come on.”

Drake threads their fingers together, falling into step beside her as they walk back to the house. He hopes she knows how much he means what he said. He wants her, more than anything or anyone he’s wanted in a long time, and he’ll do whatever he has to to fix this.

anonymous asked:

Hey I love your blog so much and reading your headcanons makes me incredibly happy so thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ anyways I have a few thiam headcanon question thingys. 1: do they go out or stay in on date nights and who plans things 2: who proposes and what is the others reaction 3: who hogs the blankets at night and 4: how many times a week do they have sex. Thanks ❤️❤️❤️

Hey!! I’m really glad you like my blogs and my headcanons make you happy :D

1. Do they go out or stay in on date nights and who plans things?

For ‘Date night’ they’ll generally stay in. Watch a movie and get some takeaway. They have lots of unofficial dates though. They’ll go out with mason and Corey. Go to the club, Theo likes to show Liam off sometimes. There’s stupid cutesy dates to, which are always Theo’s idea, he pretends he does them to try and take the piss out of Liam because he gets teary eyed sometimes during the chick flicks they watch when Lydia’s allowed to choose the movie for the pack nights, but really he just wants to try out that stuff, like picnic’s in the preserve and going on a row boat. It’s stupid but it’s normal and sweet and sure half the time it ends up going spectacularly wrong but it’s fun.

2. Who proposes and what’s the other’s reaction

Done this question here 

As for the reaction, general sighing at the lack of romance of the proposal. Still, the aftermath is a lot more fun than the actual proposal. Liam and Mason shout at each other down the phone for a good ten minutes. Dr. and Mrs Geyer cry when they find out. Theo thinks they’re happy tears, he hopes they are at least. Theo gets them rings almost two weeks into the engagement. They’re simple silver, something he finds hilariously amusing. He refuses to take the ring off for anything and Liam finds him staring at the ring on his finger with a grin at least once a day.

3. Who hogs the blankets at night?

This question is also answered that one hereeee.

But really, it doesn’t matter which one does. They pretty much sleep exclusively curled around one another so even when Liam does hog the blanket Theo gets enough heat and is usually just pulled into the blanket cocoon along with Liam

4. How many times a week do they have sex?

Too many times to count, aha no. It depends on the week really at first it’s pretty much everytime they see eachother. It’s went down a bit but neither would complain about having a lacking sex life in any way, shape or form.
(I am literally the biggest virgin and know nothing about how often people do the sex so I am sorry this one is very vague)

The Royal Romance Ch 19

*Maxwell and Bertrand saying MC is a Beaumont now and they will do everything they can to protect her*

Originally posted by shantayqueenyoustay

*Seeing Leo and his adorable interactions with Liam*

Originally posted by shantayqueenyoustay

*Getting to finally make sweet sweet loving with Liam*

Originally posted by shantayqueenyoustay

*MC getting brutally humiliated and dragged from the throne room leaving Liam to propose to Madeleine instead*

Originally posted by fraddit

In other words, this chapter fucked me up.

anonymous asked:

imagine in another world, harry is the bachelor on an all men season: liam, louis, zayn, and niall are all contestants. tell me their fates

on the introductory night zayn is detached and claims his friends signed him up for it. louis and niall are the first in the kitchen pouring drinks. harry walks into the kitchen at the same time, straps on an apron, and talks about his past.. 

louis ends up drunk and pushes zayn into the pool while laughing even though zayn cant swim. liam patiently waits on the couch waiting for his turn to talk to harry…and when he gets a chance he drops a few ‘no homos’ while harry looks on charmed but confused since it’s a show about finding love. niall has a crowd around him by the end of the night where he’s magically found a guitar and is now playing a cover of wonderwall…harry likes his charisma and gives him the first impression rose. He takes Niall on the first date and things get steamy while they make a trip to the local pottery shop..

A few weeks later harry becomes worried that Niall’s charisma is going to lead to him stealing one of his men and decides to send him home. Niall leaves upset and distraught..

Harry is finding himself drawn to zayn and louis’ down to earth/chill personalities but can never find them because they’re always off smoking cigs in the backyard. They’re both later kicked off when the camera crew catches them making out in a camera van. Harry wants to give them another chance but Zayn leaves mid-show. An official statement gets released by ABC stating ‘after 5 incredibly episodes zayn has decided to leave the show’. Louis is heard yelling at zayn as he leaves

Louis’ outlash does not mesh with harry’s ‘be nice, be kind’ mantra and kicks him off after a lot of thought and emotions. Liam is there to comfort Harry during his despair and the two grow extremely close, but Liam’s lifestyle of KFC and bars with odd names like Funky Buddha make harry hesitant they will not mesh either. Soon Harry finds out Liam is secretly having a baby with one of the show’s staff who is much older than him. When Liam proposes, Harry declines..

On the show’s reunion episode Harry doesn’t show up. Nobody knows where he is. He hasn’t tweeted anything normal in months. After a long silence - Harry finally tweets - everyone is hopeful for some insight and drama….but as it turns out…nobody understands

danyfreshh  asked:

Guess what?.. Liam x Mc for the ship thing 😁😁

Thanks for the ask <3 I don’t get enough Liam requests tbh LOL

Who was the one to propose

Liam ofc! When they’re free of all the courtly bullshit he sets up an amazing little picnic in the middle of… A MAZE surprise surprise. 

Always the romantic, there’s also a lot of flowers and candles set up to put Riley in the mood. He makes his big, sweet speech. Riley’s about to cry because wow, it took them a long time to get to this place where they didn’t have to hide anymore. She literally yelled “YES I’LL MARRY YOU!” when he finally got down on one knee and proposed because she can and know one would hurt them for it.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: 

Liam. They have Carmen around, a recommendation from Leo, lol, but I imagine Liam is the type who likes having input in his wedding. Plus he wants everything to be perfect for Riley. He actually gets to marry the woman he loves AND fulfill his duty as king. It needs to be perfect.

Who decorated the house:

Both. They have their input, but most of the time there’s a lot of rules to the major decorations because it’s a palace. Riley likes to decorate in little ways though. Little trinkets and stuff from home just casually hung in the foyer. The old Queen tries to tell her it’s unfitting a palace and would try to remove it but she puts it back every time.

Who does the cooking: 

Neither? They have people for that. But sometimes Liam likes to cook for Riley. Impress her a little. 

Who is more organized: 

Definitely Liam. He’s a king. Running a country and keeping that kind of chill and that kind of perfect hair takes a lot of discipline lol.

Who’s the cuddler:

Both, with Liam being slightly more cuddly. He just loves the feel of holding Riley  in his arms. It’s sometimes more for his comfort. The feel of her skin makes him happy and reminds him of how lucky he is.

Who’s the big/little spoon: LIam’s the big spoon and Riley’s the little spoon. Most of the time. They switch it up.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Sneaking out to hang out with their friends as usual. Also walking the gardens and playing maze-tag. 

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Riley. They were out with Drake, Hana, and Maxwell. Drake made them down A LOT of whiskey and Liam is just better with his drinks. Riley ended up dancing on a table (which Maxwell also did but sober) and embarrassing Drake more than usual. 

Who kills the spiders: No one. Liam picks them up and puts them out the window, though.

Who falls asleep first: Riley is a deep sleeper. Just one of those people to drop dead asleep the minute they lay their head down. Plus Liam is usually busy late into the night with kingly business.

Who has the most patience: I’d say it’s equal, just with different things. I mean Riley waited for Liam through all sorts of courtly shenanigans she did NOT have to put with, and Liam in general is just composed and patient (except around Riley when he just really wants to be alone with her or run off with her)

A headcanon: 

They actually eloped somewhere before their official wedding so they could have an intimate one with just Drake, Hana, and Maxwell there. They didn’t have to pose or act proper. Riley could scream and dance and kiss Liam all she wanted to without worrying about causing a scene, and Liam could be 100% himself on one of the happiest days of his life.

Their relationship summed up in a gif:

Originally posted by tilldeathdousart

You know, cause Riley’s always dragging him to places and new experiences and he LOVES it. Plus he’d run away for her and that says A LOT. <3

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