liam proposing

6

“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.”

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 :)

**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. 


imagine

Third Time’s the Charm

Formally referred to as ‘Soulmates’

Requested: I would love to submit a Liam prompt 😁 Since I can’t think of a prompt, I’d like try something different by submitting a quote, which you can use and/or get an idea for a Liam imagine.   Quote: “He stole my heart, so now I’m going to steal his last name.”   Please and thank you 😘

I love your writing! Your Resilience story with Liam is so good😝 Can you do a Liam Dunbar imagine when they start to know each other and they realize they’re soul mates?

A/N: Hello Again! This is the first of a many things I shall be posting over the next few weeks. This could have been a three part series lol. It is roughly 6000 words and I worked extremely hard on it, and I am truly happy with the way it turned out. It is mostly inspired by the first request, however, fits the second one as well– to the person who requested the second one, if this isn’t want you were expecting please let me know and I will write something else! I hope you all enjoy, and like/reblog if you do, and feel free to send me feedback!

Ps. I kinda did I weird technique when it came to flashbacks, and changes in time. Hope it makes sense to all you you, and you don’t get confused!

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, some swearing, and feels lol

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The only sound to be heard in the living room of a small apartment was the footsteps of a very anxious young beta, pacing back and forth continuously. He had about twenty minutes until she came home, therefore, he had about twenty minutes left to panic.

He rehearsed in his head a hundred times what he wanted to say to her. Though he knew the words by heart, he was beyond petrified that they wouldn’t come out right.

He knew how he felt about her.

He also knew how she felt about him.

However, the unlimited number of possibilities that could result in a negative outcome made him believe in the probability of a very bad ending for the two of them.

He wasn’t ready to loose her yet, and to ensure that he wouldn’t, he needed it all to be perfect.

Perhaps third time’s the charm.

Attempt Number 1:

 He was staring at her smiling face from across the table; the only thing on his mind was how she undeniably lit up the room.

He was so soon brought back to the memories of the first time they had sat at this exact table, and the length Liam went to to get her here.

The little Italian restaurant is the first place that Y/N ever let Liam take her on a date. At that point in their relationship, Liam had known Y/N for about three months. They had met at Mason’s birthday party; she was a friend of one of Mason’s co-workers he had recently grown to like.

Being Mason’s best friend, Liam was there to help him set up, and party-proof the place. He was there to take Mason out to dinner, buy him some drinks at the restaurant. He was there to then proceed to travel back to Mason’s, and watch him take birthday shots. He was even there to try to convince drunk Mason to not sing Karaoke, however, he very much lost that argument.

Being very sober due to his inability to get drunk, Liam needed a breather from all of the rowdiness of Mason’s party, and locked himself in Mason’s ensuit.

However, he had not done a very good job with the locking part.

“Jesus Christ.” She cursed as she opened the bathroom door, clutching her chest. “Why the fuck are you sitting in the bath tub?”

Liam chuckled, and then shrugged. He wasn’t completely certain how he had convinced her to sit down with him, but the conversation started with: “why aren’t you sitting in the bath tub?”

The duo talked for three hours, learning each others names, their relationship to Mason, and why they were both avoiding all of the people down stairs. Y/N had lost her friend and felt awkward, as does not consider herself to be a great mingle-er, regardless of how much Liam begged to differ.

The discussed jobs, aspirations, secrets – Liam leaving out his biggest one of course – and even relationship status’. Similarly to Liam, Y/N being semi-recently single, was not looking for something overly serious.

Around three am, they stepped out from their hiding place and went downstairs to see the party vacated for the most part. Once Y/N realized her friend was no where to be found, Liam had offered her a ride home.

He was taken aback by her suggestiveness when she invited him in for a cup of coffee, but nonetheless was not about to deny himself the company of a beautiful girl.

After their first night together, Liam had expected that to be the end. That wasn’t his first hook-up, and he assumed it wouldn’t be his last, however, two days later he found himself texting her to see if she wanted to go get more coffee sometime.

The pair soon settled upon an unspoken agreement of a very casual relationship. Liam thought that he had it made for the two months this continued. Being a man in his early twenties, he thought he wanted to embrace being single.

Until that one night.

She had a bad day at work and had asked him to come over; so he did.

“How long are you planning on staying?” She had asked him, after the fact, when they were lying together in bed. “No rush or anything, I just work in the morning.”

Liam knew that he shouldn’t have taken that personally, but he couldn’t help but feel used. On the flip side though, wasn’t he kind of using her as well? It’s not like he usually stuck around for long after anyways.

That was the first red flag of him catching feelings in his brain. Though it was casual, Liam couldn’t help but realize that ever since their arrangement was made, he hadn’t been with anyone else.

To test his theory, he said yes to Mason who wanted to check out a new club down the road. Liam got hit on by both woman, and men, all night however politely declined everyone’s advances.

Why would he sleep with a complete stranger when he had Y/N?

That’s when it truly hit him.

Dropping Mason off, Liam then found himself once again parked outside her house in the middle of the night. He knew that knocking on her door at two am was a bad call, but he also knew that if he didn’t do it now then he probably never would.

“Can I come in?”

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes, and hesitantly opened the door.

Liam had barely taken one step into her house before he started rambling: “Just the other night, you made me feel like I was just a hook up to you. And I guess that is what I am, but I really just wanted to apologize if I ever made you feel that you were just a one night stand to me, because I really thought that we clicked that night at Mason’s party. Just sleeping with you was never my intention and I don’t want to ruin whatever we could be by not even trying. So I guess what I’m trying to say is, can I like, take you on a date?”

Liam pulled out all his tricks in an attempt to make their first date special. He called up one of Mason’s old boyfriends, who owed Liam a favor, to get him this really good table with a nice view on the rooftop of the restaurant.

Four years later, as he stared at her from across the same table, he realized she deserved so much more than this. This worked well for their first date—so well that he even got a second. His original mind set was that his was the first place she looked at him as boyfriend material, so maybe it could be the first place she could look at him as husband material.

Dumb, he knows.

But he wanted to give them a different story.

 Attempt Number 2:

 He had finally thought he nailed it.

After lots of input from friends, and lots of looking on Pinterest, Liam decided that he had finally found the perfect story for them.

 Y/N had grown up near the marina, and on the boat that her dad owned whilst she was a child. She used to spend days at a time during the school year, and weeks during the summer with him on the boat. It was something very close to her heart, and something her and her father shared deeply.

It crushed her when he decided to sell the boat.

Even more so when her father passed away.

Y/N and Liam had only been official for about six months when Y/N got the phone call. They were still in the trial and error stage of their relationship, and they were trying to be serious, while not being too serious. She debated not going to his house that night. But after taking a midnight walk by herself, she had ended up there anyways.

It was her turn to come to his house at 2 am.

Liam had smelt her sadness long before he opened the door. His heart broke at the sight of her. Y/N’s cheeks her red, and puffy and she still had tears steaming down her face.

She had barely made it through her sentence before Liam pulled her into a bear hug, and she sobbed in his chest.

He wasn’t sure how he knew, he just knew.

He didn’t say anything.

They didn’t talk.

He just held her all night.

And then he held her hand while she packed to go home, and then held her hand all through the funeral process.

Y/N took his death the hardest. Her parents had been divorced for twelve years, and her mother was happily re-married for six. She had no siblings to help share the burden, so the funeral planning, and decision making mostly feel on her; his next of kin.

Luckily, he had everything set up for the most part, and her mother was there for emotional support, as her and Y/N’s dad had still remained close friends.

Liam was a god sent through the whole thing as well.

She wasn’t completely sure what she needed, but Liam did a great job at figuring it out. He was there to listen to her rants, he didn’t argue when she got mad at him for something silly. He told her she looked beautiful in all the black dresses he watched her try on. He let her cry for a week straight without making her feel bad about it, and he was right beside her during the funeral itself, which meant more to her then he could ever understand.

When everyone else had gone, Y/N was the last one left standing where they had buried him. Her eyes were dry; she was pretty sure she had run out of tears. She didn’t want to leave though, because once she did she had to actually accept that he was gone and start the process of moving on, and she didn’t want to just yet.

Suddenly, she felt arms wrap themselves around her torso, and her back was placed against a chest. She felt Liam kiss her forehead, and hug her tightly from behind. She let her head rest against the croak of his neck.

“I’m here.” He told her.

She almost laughed. Everyone had been asking her how she was doing, or if she was alright, all day. It was nice to be reminded people were still here. “I know.”

“Your Mom is waiting for us.”

“Yeah.”

Liam made no attempt to move her, and instead kissed her temple again.

“He really liked you, you know.”

Liam cracked a smile. “He really liked you too.”

Y/N reached back and hit him on the arm, causing him to laugh again. It was silent for a moment, before Y/N sighed. “You stole my heart; you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” He replied cheekily.

“I love you Liam.”

Liam’s ear’s perked, and eyes went wide only for a second, until he realized he hadn’t misheard what she just said. He smiled again. Liam moved his hand from her waist, to lightly grab her chin and tilt her head to the side so was looking at him. “I love you too.” He stated simply, before leaning in and kissing her softly. He kissed her forehead again, and the swung her arm around her shoulder, and gestured towards the car.

Y/N took a last look at her dad’s grave, and then cuddled close into Liam’s side, and walked with him back to the car.

Liam had been extremely cryptic when distributing the clues to where they were off to. All she was told was to wear something nice and tight. She scolded him for being perverted, but when he had held her hand and pulled her down the dock and towards the boat, she took it back. “I didn’t want the wind blowing up your dress.”

“Wait, this thing is actually going to sail?”

“Yes, that’s what boats do, Y/N.” He response sarcastically.

Liam had booked them a dinner through a catering company he found online, who provided dinner on a boat out on the lake.

It was private.

It was romantic.

And it had an important emotionally tether to Y/N.

Liam thought that he had really hit the jack-pot with this idea. Dinner was smooth sailing, Y/N looked stunning, and things were going perfectly and as planned. After the festivities, they stood at the stern, overlooking the water as the boat sailed back to the dock. Y/N had his suit jacket on because she got cold, his hand was around her waist and she was tucked into his side. “My dad would have loved this.”

Liam felt a pang in his chest.

Part of it was sadness as he looked at her with tears swelling in her eyes. Though it had been a little over three and a half years since his passing, he knew it still hurt her.

Which was why he couldn’t do it now. If he did, it would be like re-taping over the history between her and her dad. He didn’t want to take away from the bond they shared, and something that was special between the two of them.

“Yeah he would have.” He answered simply, other had subconsciously tugging at the ring in his pocket.

He needed to give them their own story.

Attempt Number 3:

 The sound of a door slamming snapped Liam out of his thoughts. He stopped dead in his tracts and watched as Y/N walked in the house with a huff, throw her bag onto the counter.

Has it really been twenty minutes already?

“Hey…” She said cautiously, once she got a good look at Liam’s face. His eyes were wide, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

“You’re home.” He stated dumbly.

“Should I not be?”

Liam shook his head and chuckled. He took a few steps forward, wrapping his arm around her placing a kiss on her lips. He pouted when she pulled away, causing her to laugh.

Y/N then placed both of her hands on the side of his head and kissed his again. She felt his hands around her waist tighten, and squeeze her hips, keeping her close to him for longer than usual. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah?” He questioned. “Am I not allowed to kiss you?” He teased, pecking her lips again.

“You are,” she started, “but you normally don’t kiss me like that this early in the day.”

Liam snorted, and rolled his eyes. “Then maybe I should more often.” He stated, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Y/N then rolled her eyes, but nonetheless kissed him again. Her arms snaked completely around his neck as he held her tightly against him. They stood in their shared living room, lips moving in sync for a few moments before Liam pulled away slightly, brushing his nose against hers, and lips still ghosting over her hips. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Liam I’m hungover, with no make-up on and in your hoodie— “

“And you look beautiful.” He said simply, leaning in to kiss her again, but she laughed and turned her head to the side, so he kissed her cheek. He then pulled back and shot her a confused look. “You went to a baby shower; why are you hungover?” He asked. He watched as her eyes went wide, and the anger began to radiate off her. He blinked at her a few times, trying to suppress his laughter.

“You try dealing with a pregnant Y/F/N. Trust me, you would have started drinking too. Apparently, being her former Maid of honor, means I get all of the duties of helping her plan for her kid.”

This time, Liam didn’t bother to hide his laughter. He pulled her into his chest and hugged her tightly. “Awh.” He cooed.

“I was gonna kill them all.”

“Come on.” He said, tugging her in his arms towards the door.

“But can I just like— “

“Nope.”

“I just want to fix my— “

“No.”

She spun in his arms so his arms were around her from behind. She was laughing, and trying to go to into their shared bedroom, instead on the front door, but Liam wasn’t having any of it.

“You look great.” He reassured, picking her up from behind and carrying her out the front door. Y/N was giggling, hitting his hands, trying to get him to let her go, but he didn’t. He placed her in the hallway of the building, and locked their condo door.

Y/N rolled her eyes as Liam grabbed her hand tightly in his, and tugged her towards the elevator.

She wasn’t sure where they were going once they were outside, but she stopped asking questions. It wasn’t like Liam was going to answer them anyways. She placed her head against his arm as they walked down the street, her hand still tightly placed in his.

The familiarity of the trail hit her in the face the second Liam turned the corner. They were soon on the path of a small park down the street. It was one of the only green spaces near their house; it had large trees, and tall grass and flowers. It reminded Y/N more like a small jungle, than a park.

Liam stopped once they reached the gazebo in the center. “Do you remember this place?”

“How could I forget.”

 About two years into their relationship Y/N had given Liam an ultimatum: she either met his family, or she was going to leave him.

After two whole years, the only contact with anyone from Liam’s past was Mason, and the hour she met his mother, on accident, when his mom stopped in for a surprise visit, without telling Liam.

He had assured her that it had nothing to do with her; he just really wasn’t a fan of the town he grew up in and didn’t want to go back. But Y/N insisted.

Hesitantly, Liam tried to get his parents to come up to his place, but with his step-dads tight schedule at the hospital, they had asked Liam to come down and visit instead.

The second his car pulled into the driveway of his old house, Y/N almost felt bad for forcing him to come down. She just wanted to be apart of Liam’s family, like he was hers. He had claimed he was alright, but she could feel the change in his mood.

Not a lot happened the first night; his mother made dinner, and they all chatted, getting to know one another.

Liam and Y/N had stayed in Liam’s old bedroom, which his mother converted into a spare. However, she still kept his old lacrosse trophies in the cabinets, and the same colour blue on the walls.

The next day Y/N and Liam’s mom went out, while Liam and his father watched the game. Around half-time, there was a knocking on the door. Liam’s dad sent him to answer it, and to his surprise, Scott stood there with a smile on his face. Liam’s face lit up, pulling Scott into a hug. “It’s been a while.” Liam said.

“Yeah it has.”

Scott came in and sat with Liam and his dad, and they watched the game together. Until Liam’s dad went to the bathroom, and a different topic briefly came up. “Have you still not told her?” Scott asked.

Liam shook his head. “No, and I’m not going to.”

Scott lectured him, and told him that no matter how hard he tried he could never keep that part of him from her forever, and that it was always better when they knew. Liam insisted that he buried that part of him; he was under control, went to Mason’s house on full moons just in case, and only ever wolf-ed out when he was with Scott.

He knew that it was something he should have told her a long time ago, but he didn’t know how to.

When Y/N and his mom came home, he introduced her to Scott. “Oh, so you’re the one he runs away with on his boy’s weekends?” She asked.

Whenever there was trouble, and Scott needed back-up he called Liam. Liam never lied where they were going, or who he was with, but he did lie about what they were doing.

Scott chuckled, and pulled her into a hug.

Liam finally started to relax, but that was short-lived.

The next morning, Liam and Y/N had the house to themselves. Both his parents had gone back to work, but wanted the pair to stick around and have them all go out to dinner one last time before they hit the road again to go home.

Liam placed a hand on Y/N’s stomach, pulling her closer against him in bed, as he placed a kiss under her ear. He felt her squirm beside him, as he continued to kiss down her neck. “Liam, I’m not sleeping with you in your parent’s house.”

“How do you know me that well?”

Y/N laughed, and rolled around to face him. “I’ve been with you too long.” She teased.

Liam rolled his eyes, and kissed her. “Please?”

“Nope.”

“Please.” He kissed her again.

“No it’s inappropriate.”

“But teenaged Liam would have killed to have a goddess like you in his bed.”

Y/N scoffed.

Liam let a small grin form on his face as she swiftly moved on top of her. He found his spot between her legs, and her legs went around his waist. He placed his hand on her thigh, and trailed it down her leg, causing her to sigh.

Their lips moved in sync as her hand snaked its way up his bare chest and around his neck, pulling him close.

Liam let out a laugh, before kissing her again.

After they defiantly did not have sex in his childhood room, Liam and Y/N got dressed and went for a walk around town. Liam showed her all the places he used to hang out and told her stories of high school—leaving out all the werewolf parts. He showed her Beacon Hills High, and the field he used to play lacrosse on. They even ran into coach whom he talked to for a bit. They had a nice lunch, and went for a walk down town.

It was dusk, and they were on their way to home to meet with his parents.

“Hey kid.”

Liam stopped in his tracts. The hairs on his neck standing up, and his heartbeat rising.

He knew that voice. But how?

Y/N had kept walking, but was pulled back by Liam’s hand when he didn’t. She furrowed her brows in confusion, before making eye contact with the mysterious, and attractive, brown-haired stranger that stood behind them.

“How’ve you been?”

Liam’s body was hot in anger as he turned around, stepping in front of Y/N in the process. “Theo.” He seethed.

“Miss me?”

“Not really.”

Theo chuckled, taking a step forward.

How?”

“I was starting a rebellion and Satan felt threatened, so he sent me back.” Theo said in a joking sense. Y/N gave Theo a confused look, what an odd joke. “She doesn’t know, does she?”

“Don’t.” Liam started.

Theo laughed loudly, walking up to Liam so he was right in front of him. He had a look of amusement plastered on his face; a look Liam would like to punch off. “Give me one reason— “

“I’m not a kid anymore Theo. Instead on punching you in the ball’s, how about I rip them off?” He shot back.

“You guys took everything from me, I’m just returning the favor.”

“Maybe if you didn’t literally stab everyone who cared about you, you’d have a bigger welcoming committee.”

“You’re still funny kid.” Theo said, laughing once more. He flashed his yellow eyes at Liam, before turning and staring at Y/N. “Your boyfriend is keeping a very big secret from you sweetheart.”

Liam felt Y/N’s heartbeat pick up, and take a step backwards. Theo made a lunge towards her, but Liam grabbed him by the throat and shoved him towards the ground. Theo brought out his claws and slashed Liam across the chest, causing Y/N to scream. Liam climbed on top of him and brought his fist to Theo’s face, and kept punching, until he felt Theo’s claws at his neck. He quickly broke Theo’s wrist. Theo used the other hand to stab Liam in the stomach. Liam felt his body change quickly, and eyes turn yellow as he roared in Theo’s face.

“There he is! There’s the Beta with anger issues!”

Liam then took both his hands, and brought them to Theo’s head, swiftly snapping his neck. Liam let himself calm down for a moment, face, and eye colour returning to normal before he heard Theo laugh again. “Have fun explaining that.”

Liam carefully stood up, and looked at Y/N, who was petrified. “Y/N,” He started, but she gestured for him to stop, and turned around and walked away, running her hands stressfully through her hair.

Liam pulled out his phone and dialed Scott’s number. “Hey,” he began, “Turns out we’re not the only supernatural visitors in Beacon Hills, can you come get me? And can you bring me a shirt?”

By the time Scott dropped Liam off he had missed Y/N. She told his parents that she had a work emergency, packed her stuff and took the car.

Liam took the bus home, and was about two hours behind her by the time he arrived back at their house. He expected her to be long gone, but to his surprise, the house was ripped apart and her things were everywhere. Y/N sat in the living room crying. “You didn’t leave?” He asked softly.

“I tried to.”

He had then tried to explain everything to her, but Y/N got overwhelmed, and pushed past him crying and out the door. He ran after her this time, like he should have done in the first place, calling her name.

She ran to a park down the street that she had never been to before. She stopped running when her legs couldn’t carry her anymore and her chest burned from crying. She sat at a bench in a gazebo, whipping the tears from her eyes. Liam, who was on her heels, hesitantly sat down beside her. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly, as his own tears brimmed his eyes. He really didn’t know what else to say; what she wanted to hear. “I should have told you.” He started again.

Y/N scoffed at his words and stood up. She paced around the gazebo for a few moments, running her hand through her hair once more. “Tell me what exactly? Because you still haven’t told me anything.”

Liam stood up to face her. “I’m a werewolf.”

“What?” She said in disbelief. He scanned her face, watching as confusion filled her eyes. Every story she heard as a young girl, the twilight saga, every other television adaption, probably filling her mind. “You’re a mythical creature?”

Supernatural, actually.”

“How?”

“Scott; he did it to save my life.” He said. She stared at him with wide eyes. He took a step towards her. His heart broke as he heard her heart beat pick up, and a wave of fear wash over her. “You’re terrified of me.” He said softly. Tears now freely falling down his cheeks.

“Of the situation; this information yes.” She corrected. “But not of you, though I feel like I should be.” She continued. Y/N stared at him for a few moments. He looked wrecked. His hair was a mess; his eyes didn’t seem as blue as usually. His face was red and puffy, matching hers. She wanted to be mad, but at the same time all she wanted to do was hug him. “Two years Liam. You were my safe place for two years, how dare you lie to me for that long, and ruin it like that.” She told him, walking up and pushing him back.

Liam took a step back, but quickly recovered from the impact. Y/N saw the pain flash through his face though. She stayed close to him, placing her palm gently against his chest. “That guy— “

“It’ll heal.”

“Like his neck that you snapped?” She accused.

“Yes.”

Her head looked up and stared at him. “Really?” She asked. Liam nodded. She watched as he shifted the weight on his feet. She was still close to him. All Y/N wanted to do was hold him; he was still her safe place, but how does he protect her from him? “How could you not tell me?”

“I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to—I don’t want to lose you.” He said, voice cracking in the process. He cautiously placed a hand on her cheek, and brought his forehead to rest against hers. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Liam— “

“I’d protect you with my life. I still want to be your safe place. You said I stole your heart, and I don’t want to give it back.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut when she felt Liam’s hand on her waist. They stood like that for a few moments, before Y/N took a step foreword, and buried her head in his chest. His arms went around her securely, as tears continued to flow from both their eyes. Though they still had a lot to talk about, and he had a lot to explain, Liam felt as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, for she was still in his arms.

Y/N flicked her eyes from the exterior of the gazebo, to Liam, who now stood in the center of it. “This is where you told me you where a dog.” She teased.

Liam pointed at her and raised his eyebrows. “Rude.”

Y/N chuckled, walking towards Liam so she stood in front of him. “Come here to tell me you’re actually wolverine?”

“Not exactly.”

Y/N’s ears perked at his words; he did have something to tell her.

“I’m going to ramble for a second, and I need you to just listen, can you do that?” He asked. Y/N blinked a few times and crossed her arms. She was getting very alarmed.

She watched as he wiped his hands on his jeans and paced back and fourth nervously, this must be serious.

Liam sighed loudly. If he didn’t do it now, he wasn’t sure he ever would. “This is where I told you the only thing that you didn’t know about me. It was here you officially knew everything there was to know about me, and you stuck around anyways. I can’t begin to explain to you the last time I was every truly honestly, and completely myself with someone new in my life.

“Y/N, ever since I met you I knew you were something special. You had me completely captivated from the moment I met you, even if I didn’t realize it. Though we didn’t become official right away, once you came into my life, it’s only ever been you. I’ve only ever wanted you. I’m only ever going to want you.” He told her. Liam took a moment to let out a sigh, and take a step closer to Y/N, who stood before him silent, but smiling like an idiot.

“You’re too good for me. I hope that you know that I know how lucky I am that you choose to be with someone like me, even after everything.” He continued. He stopped moving forward once he was right in front of her. “I am so absolutely, incredibly in love with you. You drive me crazy, you challenge me, you keep me on my toes, you support me, and you love me the way I never realized I deserved to be loved. I will spend the rest on my life, if you’ll let me, giving back to you everything you’ve given me.” He told her. Liam looked down for a second and bite his lip. “You’re my soul mate Y/N.  What I’m trying to say, is that you’ve always told me that I stole your heart, so I guess I’m asking you if you’ll steal my last name.”

Liam pulled the box out of his pocket and dropped on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

Her eyes went wide, and smile faded. She replayed his words in her head for a few moments, and then smiled again. “Yes.” She said, barely above a whisper.

“Really?”

“Yes.” She repeated sniffling slightly, a little louder, before nodding her head vigorously. “That. Mhmm. I’d really like that.”

Liam smiled brightly. He rose from his kneel on the ground and wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her passionately. He pulled away smiling, still resting his forehead against hers, and brought one of his hands up to wipe her tears. “Are those happy tears?”

“No,” she responded sarcastically. “They’re scared tears; what did I just agree to? I feel like I sold my soul.”

Liam laughed loudly, and slid the ring onto her finger, continuing to smile wide. “To bad, you already said yes. Can’t take it back now.”

Y/N admired the ring for a moment, before placing her hand on Liam’s cheek, kissing him again.

They broke apart by the sound of clapping. Instinctively, Liam quickly pulled Y/N into his side and turned to face the noise. At the entrance of the gazebo, and older man stood, with his dog sitting obediently off-leash by his feet. “Hello.” Liam greeted awkwardly.

“That was beautiful!” He told them happily. “Do one of you receive picture messages? I got some nice ones!”

Y/N sat on the kitchen floor in only Liam’s shirt, scrolling through the pictures the nice old man had sent her, and fiddled with the ring on her finger. It was three am—she had just gotten off the phone with her mother. After being yelled at for calling so late, Y/N explained what just happened to her, and all was forgiven. They fan-girled over Y/N’s engagement for twenty minutes, before they said their goodbyes.

Slowly, Y/N peeled herself off the floor, and walked back into their bedroom and crawled into bed with Liam. “Where’d you go?”

“Bathroom.”

“Liar.”

“Asshole.” She teased, swinging her leg over his, and cuddling herself into his side. “Why do you ask questions you know the answer to?”

“Because I want to see if you’ll tell the truth.” He responded.

Y/N scoffed. “So you heard all that then?”

Liam nodded. “I’m glad you’re excited.” He teased, kissing her on the forehead. “I don’t know why your mom acted so surprised.” Liam said, closing his eyes, but opened them once more when he felt Y/N stir in his arms.

She sat up slightly and looked at him for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“I asked her permission.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Christmas.”

“That was like 6 months ago.”

“Yeah.” Liam responded simply.

Y/N tilted her head and looked at him for a few moments. “When did you buy this ring, Liam?” She asked. “And don’t bother lying. Just because I’m not a werewolf doesn’t mean I don’t know when you’re not telling the truth.”

“About eight months ago.” He answered.

Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Really?!” She exclaimed. Liam shrugged, grabbing her left hand, and kissing her knuckle, just below the ring. “Why?”

Liam shrugged again. “I’m not sure. It was when Mason and I went to New York. He was getting a watch, and I saw the ring and I just needed it. Not like any ring; I needed this one. I’m glad it fits, because I totally don’t have the receipt.”

Y/N laughed, leaning down and kissing him tenderly. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

She laid back on top of him, and snuggled back into his side comfortable. Liam fixed the duvet cover, wrapping an arm around her and turned off the light.

He closed his eyes, feelings relaxed, and overwhelmingly happy. He felt like for the past eight months he had had this secret, and it felt good to have everything out in the open. It felt even better that she said yes.

Perhaps third time was the charm.

3

“Mmhmm,” Tess said, only partially listening. She was shuffling her newly finished deck and trying to decide on a spread. The book she’d been referring to lately for tarot lay open to its chapter on spreads, but she wanted to give her own design a go “So I’m going to lay them all out, and then do, like, a whole reading. Interpreting each card, then all of them together.”

Liam nodded. When Tess proposed she do a reading on his love life, Liam had taken a seat on the floor across from her without any hesitation, which had surprised her. There was an air of skepticism to Liam, and he did like to talk about how mad he thought they all were, but Tess figured that he had to be curious on some level. It was entirely possible that no one had ever actually offered to do a reading for him. She definitely couldn’t picture Zayn interpreting the potential for romance in Liam’s life. Maybe Ramona, but she’d been busy as of late, and all this relationship stuff had only just popped up in Liam’s life. “Does each one mean something?”

“The cards?”

“No, I know they do, I mean like…when you lay all them out, does each symbolize a particular aspect of the question?”

Tess glanced up. “I think you know more about this than you let on,” she said. Liam simply shrugged, clasping his hands in his lap. “They do, depending on which spread you choose. But I’m kind of winging it, here, so I’m just gonna see how it feels at the time.”

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Marry me? (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

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Request: Could you do an imagine where you and stiles have been dating since sophomore year and you’re seniors and you graduate and make it where it flashes forward a few years where he works at the station just like his dad and you visit him lots of fluff and he proposes after you’ve been together for like 5 years

A/n: i hope you like it :)


My hands are in his hair and his arms wrap around my waist tighter. I know what Stiles does to me. I’m space bound. A rocket about to blast off. And I want Stiles to send me to the moon.

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#12: He Proposes

Harry: He has never been much good at keeping secrets, especially when you were involved in these secrets. “Harry, two things: 1. why am I blindfolded? and 2. where are we going?” You asked, reaching around to try and find Harry’s hand. “1. I’m taking you somewhere, as a surprise and 2. again I say, surprise.” You sigh loudly. Really you knew exactly what was going on, you had no clue where you were going, but you knew what was going on, but still you figured you’d let him have his fun. Ten minutes later, the car finally stopped, you heard Harry’s door click open and shut and then heard your own door click open. Harry helped you down from your seat in his car, and held your hand as he walked you to your mysterious location. Slowly, Harry peeled off your blindfold and after your eyes adjusted to the light you were able to make out exactly where you were. In an open field. No cameras, no other people, just you and Harry, and about a thousand candles. And there, in that vanilla scented field, those candles spelled out ‘Will you marry me? -H’ and even though you had an idea of what was going on, your hands flew to your mouth and you managed to squeak out a yes.

Niall: You and Niall had been friends for years, so he was always the first one you came to when things got to be a bit tough. You were laying between his legs with your head on his stomach, intently listening to him hum an unfamiliar tune. His fingers carefully ran across your scalp, nearly lulling you to sleep. “You know Niall, I don’t understand why people cheat.” You mumbled, rolling over onto your side. “(Y/N)…” Niall started, running his fingers through your hair. “No, listen. I just need to let it out, okay? Don’t cheat on people, because for the rest of their single lonely fucking life– at one am or when vodka fills their veins, all they’re going to wonder is why the hell they weren’t enough for you and it will slowly tear them apart, and just because you aren’t there anymore doesn’t mean it isn’t your fault because every 'I love you’ that you ever said will echo in their dammed head and no deserves that.” You sighed and pressed your face into Niall’s shirt. “(Y/N) will you sit up and look at me.” And so you did. Niall held your face and wiped a few stray tears away with his thumbs. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but marry me. Please. I need you. I need to know you’re being cared for and the only way I know you’ll be perfectly happy and healthy is if you’re with me. So maybe not now, but sometime. Please. Marry me?” You kissed his stubbly cheek, his nose, and then his lips. Slowly you pulled apart, and you whispered a “yes” onto his lips. 

Liam: You and Liam were sitting in a stuffy restaurant full of music producers and management people, who, granted, were always very nice, but always extremely uptight. The boys were all in suits and their respective families and girlfriends or fiancées were dressed just as formally as they were. Everyone was acting strange, but you just thought it was due to the awkward tension radiating off of the producers and management personnel. Come to find out it was from something very very different. It wasn’t the tension from the monkeys in suits but rather secrets being kept quiet; a secret you had not been let in on. Towards the end of your dinner, Liam stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Can I have everyone’s attention?” He asked. You turned and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Li, what are you doing?” You whispered, and all he did was grin. “See this beautiful woman right here? Yeah? Well, I’ve only known her for a short time, maybe for a year, but I knew the moment I laid my eyes on her that she was the one. And I don’t want to go one more day without knowing the answer to this question. So-” And he paused, pulled you gently from your chair by your hand, wiped your tears before wiping his own and then bent down on one knee. “So, (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my lawfully wedded wife?” You inhaled, wiped the tears from your eyes, and finally cried out, overjoyed, “Hell yes!”. 

Zayn: It wasn’t unlike Zayn to stay hidden away in his graffiti room for hours on end. But today was a bit different, you woke up at stupid o'clock to get ready for work and by the time you left at six he was already distracted by his new project. You were home that night by eight; with an hour commute to the children’s oncology hospital from home and then back again, your twelve hour shift was quickly bumped up to a fourteen hour shift. You wanted nothing more than to go home, take a shower, and climb into your warm bed next to Zayn. But when you returned home, the door to the graffiti room was open, something unusual for Zayn to do. You sighed and walked down the hallway to shut the door, but before shutting the door you dared to gaze inside his secret hideaway. You were glad you did. There, in the middle of the room was Zayn, in a suit, holding a dozen or so brightly coloured gerber daisies. Silently, he walked towards you, handed you the flowers and then bent down on one knee. It was then you realised the painting on the wall. The bright blue words “will you marry me?” stood out among scattered love song titles. And just underneath the blue words were three other words. “yes or no”. You smiled, reached into your bag that was still slouched on your shoulder and pulled an orange lipstick from your bag and in one delicate movement you circled the word “yes”. 

Louis: “So what are we up to today bird?” Louis asked, sliding across the kitchen counter while munching on orange slices. “I need to run to the grocery store to get some things for dinner tonight. What are you planning on cooking? I need to know what to get.” You asked Louis as you responded to a text from your brother, Niall. “I was thinking maybe just hamburgers and hotdogs.” He suggested, shrugging his shoulders. “Works for me, that’s easy. Would you like to go to the store with me?” You asked as you grabbed your purse and your keys. “Sure thing.” It took a good twenty minutes to even get to the store, and then at least another thirty or so to get Louis away from the clothes and movies. “Lou, c'mon love, we gotta get a move on, the boys will get to our house before we do.” You laughed, and began to walk away from Louis who was still stuck gazing at the new Amazing Spiderman movie. You sighed and stopped your cart. “Get it and let’s go we’re going to be late. We just have one more aisle to go down.” You began to make your way down the sweet aisle, personally picking up some Skittles for Niall who said that he would “decline his invention if skittles were not specifically provided”. Just as you almost thought you made it through the aisle without Louis picking up ten different packages of candy, he called your name. “Yes?” And you turned on your heel to find Louis in the middle of the candy aisle, a ring pop carefully place in his hand as he balanced on one knee. “Will you marry me?” You wanted to laugh, but you could look in his eyes and tell he was dead serious, even though he had a grin on his face. “What flavour is it?” Louis looked at you oddly but nonetheless licked the ring. “Blue raspberry.” He offered, confused. “Hum,” And you tapped your chin with your finger “Then yes. I will marry you Louis William.” And his face lit up like a kid’s in a candy store. 

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I Know Who You Are (Louis)

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Preferences:

Going To The Movies 

How He Proposes (Niall and Louis)

How He Proposes (Harry, Liam, Zayn)

You’re Feeling Insecure

You Tell Him You’re Pregnant

He Hurts You On Accident:  http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/61527455480/one-direction-preference-6-how-you-cuddle

How You Cuddle: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/61527455480/one-direction-preference-6-how-you-cuddle

Kissing: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/62106227075/one-direction-preference-7-kissing

Fall: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/63411647888/one-direction-preference-8-fall

He’s Upset: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/64727239769/one-direction-preference-9-hes-upset

The Morning After: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/74858263157/one-direction-preference-the-morning-after

Fan Tweets A Photo: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/75716717982/one-direction-preference-11-fan-tweets-a-photo

Valentine Date: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/76347680886/one-direction-preference-12-valentine-date

His Reaction When He Sees You: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/77929598555/one-direction-preference-13-his-reaction-when-he

Anger: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/78599915244/one-direction-preference-anger

The Pet You Get Together: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/87415132373/one-direction-preference-the-pet-you-get-together

Attempt At Sexting: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/90779154684/one-direction-preference-attempt-at-sexting

He Has A Nightmare About You Leaving Him: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/92557918169/one-direction-preference-he-has-a-nightmare-about

Day At The Beach: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/109235064163/one-direction-preference-day-at-the-beach

Wedding Series: (In The Making)

Proposal: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/109900384500/one-direction-wedding-series-the-proposal

Imagines:

NIALL

More Than A Fan: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/78416797220/niall-horan-imagine-more-than-a-fan

Mistletoe: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/104178707002/niall-horan-imagine-mistletoe

HARRY:

Hidden: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/104013665083/harry-styles-imagine

Surprise: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/104093813113/harry-styles-imagine

Ice Skating: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/104097837839/harry-styles-imagine-ice-skating

LIAM:

Holiday Specials: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/104275813487/liam-payne-imagine-holiday-specials

ZAYN:

Believe Me: http://oh-so-many-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/110183283844/zayn-malik-imagine-believe-me

A/N: Such a lack of Louis imagines but no one ever requests him. Who knows, though, maybe I’ll write one soon anyway. ;) Halfway through making this my link thing stopped working so the first half looks neat but the rest is shit. Does anyone else have a problem with this? Or is it just me? Some of my older preferences are so cringe-worthy but I didn’t have time to edit them so just don’t judge.

tdm headcanons bc why not

•Liam proposes to Ruby at Virginia beach and both of them cry like the dumb nerds they are

•Liam accidentally calls Ruby “Ruby Stewart” like ten times before he buys a ring and proposes to her

•Harry+Ruby=Bffs 5eva

•Vida and Chubs go at it with reckless abandon. Literally all of their friends have caught them together. They endured quite a long lecture when it was Zu who found them

•liam finding a box of puppies on the side of the road and bringing them all home to keep 2k15

•liams a morning person but rubys a night owl and both of them turn into legit old people when they’re tired

•I firmly believe liam was born in May or June alexandrabracken please confirm or deny

•kids at the pool love liam bc he can throw them up with his abilities and still safely catch them in the water he’s basically a superstar among kids ages 1-14

group chat woes

zayn: harry was at a jewelry store now he’s looking at churches

harry: 👬

zayn: liam when is it our turn

liam:…did you just propose to me in a group chat

niall: ‼️‼️📣📣😭😭😭🐯❤️🦁🕋⛪️🎉🎉

liam: ZAYN

zayn has left the group chat

niall: i need a cold shower