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“Hey, mate, you
alright? You sounded flustered on the phone. What’s up?” Niall wondered as he
shuffled across the café, over to the back booth were Harry was sitting with
his hands cradling his face. His eyes were full of sleep and his lips were dry
and parted, as if he was caught up in a whole load of thinking. “Harry? Mate,
what’s wrong?” Niall asked, as he patted Harry on the shoulder, knocking him
from his daydream.
Harry looked up,
his eyes scanning Niall’s face as he licked his lips. He removed his hands from
his face, and exposed his reddening cheeks. He looked flustered, and tired, and
Niall knew something had been bothering him. He just hadn’t a clue what.
“Niall… I can’t do
it. I’ve tried to come up with so many ideas which she’d like, but nothing
seems to be something I like. I want to take her out for dinner, but we’ll get
followed. Nothing will stay secret. If I take her out for a beach walk and get
you guys to help, we’ll get followed and it’ll be all over Twitter. And, no
offence to you or anything, but you’re not so good at keeping secrets. I mean,
I know it’s difficult keeping the fact that I’m going to propose to her a
secret. I can’t keep bundling the secrets upon you, or you’ll explode” Harry
stated, a soft laugh leaving his lips. “I can’t think of anything perfect. She
doesn’t want anything extravagant, and I don’t want to go full out. Niall, my
mind is everywhere and it’s really stressing me!” Harry cried out, as he dug
the heels of his hands into his eyes. His lips parted, and he let out a soft
puff of air.
“Mate, don’t get
yourself stressed out. You’re not good with stress, okay? I can’t give you and ideas
because, personally, I don’t have any. But, anything that comes from you will
warm her up” Niall grinned, as Harry pulled his hands from his face. “She loves
you, mate. Don’t let your flustered mind get the better of you. Just get that
ring on her finger and everything will flow, okay?” Niall chuckled as the young
waitress came over to take their order.
“I’m just going to
have a mug of English Breakfast tea. I’m not that hungry” Harry mumbled, as the
young girl wrote down the order.
“I’ll have a plate
of toast with jam, and an English Breakfast tea as well, thank you” Niall
smiled as the waitress nodded and wrote down his order before walking away from
the table. Niall’s eyes looked over at Harry, scanning his face as he watched
the cogs of Harry’s mind turning. He could only picture the steam coming from
his ears. “Harry… Everything will be fine. She loves you. You’re like the power
couple of the 1D couples. Even Liam and Sophia couldn’t beat you” He laughed,
as Harry blushed softly.
“I want to propose
in a way she’ll remember. In a way she’ll be bragging about. When people ask
her how I proposed, I want her to have a massive smile on her face as she tells
it. I want to propose in a way she won’t ever get bored of telling the story”
Harry sighed, as Niall squeezed his wrist softly. Harry could see it now. His children
would all be gathered around the barbeque in their new garden, the sunset
setting behind them, as you all munched away on the grilled food Harry had
learnt to make from Niall. He could imagine his eldest sitting between his legs
as they chewed away, a curious grin on her lips as she asked the question.
Harry’s own eyes would lighten as he watched you perk up, your son sitting
beside you. You’ll tell the story, of how he proposed, with a glistening
sparkle in your eye. “I want her to tell our future children how I proposed,
and they’ll be so in love with it. I want everything to be perfect, Niall” Harry
sighed, as Niall laughed softly.
overthinking, Harold. Stop it. I can see the cogs working away. They’re
steaming. Stop and take a breather, okay?” Niall suggested, as Harry sighed.
Sliding his phone from his pocket and placing it on the table, it lit up with a
message. Your name shining on the screen. “Is that your missus? Text her. Call
her. Just take your mind off of it” He smiled, as Harry slid his thumb over the
Harrrry. I woke up and my cuddle buddy wasn’t
here. Where are you? xxx
lightly, and typed away at a reply.
Sorry, baby. I couldn’t sleep well last night,
and I figured I could come out for some tea and breakfast. I called Niall up,
and we’re sitting in the café down the road. I’ll be home soon though. For some
cuddles, maybe even a bath. xxx
“Just marry the
girl, Harry. Get her down that aisle, and put a ring on that thing” Niall
teased, as Harry kicked at his shin under the table. “I’m serious, Styles. You
can’t even see that smile on your face right now, and you’re only texting her”
Niall laughed, watching as Harry pulled his fingers across the soft and pink
flesh of his lips. The curve of his lips something he was absent to feeling.
“I love her, Niall.
Just give me time, and we’ll get there” Harry whispered, as he locked his phone
and placed it on the table. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back as he
ran a hand through his hair. “We’ll have a wedding soon, don’t worry” He added,
as Niall cheered lightly.
“S’my boy” Niall teased,
as Harry chuckled softly.
“Darling, I’m home!
Are you still in bed, or are you wide awake?” Harry joked, as you heard the
keys drop into the wooden bowl on the table by the front door. “I can smell
your coconut bath gel. So, I’m only hoping that when I get up these stairs, you’ll
be naked and covered in soap suds?” He laughed, and he could hear your soft
giggle from the bathroom upstairs. He toed off his brown suede boots, and shrugged
his coat off before ascending the stairs. Missing one step at a time to make
time to get there quicker.
“You know, you’re
so heavy footed” He heard you laugh, the sound of sloshing water coming from
the en-suite bathroom to the bedroom. The curtains were still drawn in the
master bedroom, and the duvet was messed up. Your clothes were thrown out
around the room, and the only light illuminating the room was from the bathroom
itself. The door was wide open, and he could just see your reflection in the
mirror. “I can see you staring. Come in and join me, Styles” You grinned,
sending him a wink through the mirror.
“You’re such a
cheeky little thing, you are” He laughed, as hooked his fingers into the
material of his shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it into the laundry
basket at the door. His belt clicked together as he undone it, letting his
trousers loosen and fall to the floor. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning. I’ve
been stressed out over the new songs we’ve had then management and writhers
look at. They’ve yet to give us some feedback” Harry sighed, as he hooked his
fingers into his boxers, pulling them down so he was standing in the nude in
“I’m sure the songs
were amazing. They always are, Harry” You smiled to yourself, as he heard you
shift up in the bathtub. Your skin rubbing against the porcelain, the squeaking
going through his ears. “You’re a true songwriter, Styles. Makes me happy” You
giggled, as he poked his head around the door frame. His face lighting up from
the bright light in the room, with a smile on his lips and his eyes crinkling. “Hi
“Hi, my beautiful
lady. You look beautiful. Is that one of my hairbands?” He grinned, as you
blushed and bit your lip. “It is. You stole my hairband?” He winked, as he
emerged round the doorframe, and came into view.
“Only because my
last one broke, babe. I’m going out tomorrow with Gemma so I’m going to buy
some more. Don’t worry” You grinned, as he padded across the bathroom tiles,
and over to the bath. He hitched a leg into the water, and then hitched his
other over the side, falling into the bath opposite you. He stretched his legs
out so his feet came to your hips, his hands pulling at your ankles, lodging
your feet between his hands. “How was breakfast with Niall?” You wondered, as
Harry nodded softly, kneading his fingers into the soles of your feet.
“It was okay.
Nothing special went on. Just a catch up” Harry smiled, as he looked to the
bubble filled bath you were settled in. He needed to stay subtle, and keep anything
that had been mentioned that morning from your ears. You raised an eyebrow as
you looked at him, his shoulders flexing as he kneaded away at your muscles. “Nothing
bad happened, I promise. And I didn’t have coffee, so I’ll sleep at a regular
time tonight. I promise” He grinned widely, his pearly whites shining brightly.
You let out a soft
giggle and rested your palms at his shins. His skin was soft and the hairs were
tickling at your tips lightly. “I love you. Have I told you that? I’m so lucky
to have you” You grinned, as he dropped your foot into the water. The bubbles
splashing up and spotting his face with suds. “You’re amazing, and I love you.
A lot. I was speaking to Louis the other day, and he was saying how head over
heels you are for me, and it got me thinking” You smiled, as Harry placed his
arms on the sides of the tub. His fore fingers drumming against the white
“Thinking of the
future, H. We were talking and he looked so heartbroken when he told me about
Eleanor and him. It made me feel like even the best relationships could have unfortunate
endings. I don’t want that, Harry. I want to be with you forever, as cheesy and
petty as that sounds” You giggled, as his hands reached further down the
porcelain sides. “I want to marry you and have babies with you and you make me
happy and no one understands that, H. They think I’m with you for money, and I’m
not” You sighed, as he pulled himself towards you. His knees bending as he
braced his hands on the bathtub behind you. His breath was fanning across your
face, his lips curved into a smile as he pressed a kiss to your nose.
“That all sounds
great, baby. That all sounds wonderful. You have no idea how much I want all of
that with you” He smiled, as his mind wandered to the suede box hidden in his
boxers drawer. Now is the right time, he thought. If he got the question out,
you’d be engaged. “I love you loads as well, you know that” Harry smiled, as he
cupped your jaw with his large palm.
You let your head
fall forward, banging softly against his forehead. He grunted lowly, before
your lips melded with his and your fingers ran through his locks. The long
locks which hung down to his shoulders. “I love you so much, Harry Styles. So, so,
so much” You whispered, before nudging your nose against his. He parted his
lips to ask you the all-important question, but you knocked him off. “I’m going
to get out and get ready. I promised Soph I’d meet her for lunch. Will you be
okay without me?” You grinned, as he sighed inwardly and nodded.
“Of course, baby. Go
have fun. I’ve got some stuff to do around London anyway. Might pop in and see
Grimmy. And I may even call up Gemma and see if she’s around” Harry smiled, as
he watched you push his shoulders softly so you could stand up. “Do you want me
to pop into the shop and get the food for dinner?” He wondered, as you nodded,
reaching for your towel resting on the counter. You stepped out of the tub, and
onto the fluffy rug beside on the bathtub.
“That sounds good.
I’ll be back to cook it. I’m digging Spaghetti Bolognese right now. I might
even bring back some of that cake you like from Starbucks” You grinned, as he
nodded and fell back against the curve of the bathtub. He crossed his arms over
his chest, and ducked under the water, so the water level was up by his
earlobes. “Don’t look so frowny and pouty, mister. I’ll be back in a maximum of
2 hours” You grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You tugged the towel
tighter onto your body, and straightened up.
“I love you. Don’t
leave me” Harry whined playfully, and gripped your wrist so he could tug you
back to him. You squealed softly, and grabbed the counter top. “A kiss. Give
your darling boyfriend a kiss before you leave him for good” He sighed, as you
shook your head and rolled your eyes softly causing a grin to form on his lips.
He smirked as you neared his pouted lips, your own protruding and pressing
softly against his flesh. His hand came from under the water, and rested at the
nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss, causing your cheeks to flush hotter.
mumbled against his lips, the sound of your flesh detaching from his being
heard in the bathroom. “I need to get dressed, baby. I have 20 minutes to
change” You giggled, as he pouted and nudged his nose against your jaw. “I love
you, and I wish I could have bath sex with you right now, but I need to go. We
can save that for later” You winked, and ran your fingers through his hair.
“I’m just thinking
kitchen sex would be good right now…” He winked, and pinched at your hip
cheekily. “Now go and chill with Sophia, my love. Have a good time. I’ll see
you later. Don’t forget my cake” He grinned, as he settled back against the
tub, closing his eyes and lacing his fingers together whilst he placed them on
his belly. “I love you…”
“I love you too,
Styles… Have fun without me” You winked, pinching his nose and walking out the
“You think he’s
hiding something then?” Sophia wondered, as she took a bite from the panini in
her fingers. The smell of the cheese and ham wafting through the air and to
your nose. “What makes you think that then?” She asked, placing the half she
was eating down. You sighed and put your mug of coffee down on the table,
beside your half eaten chocolate muffin and sandwich. You sat up and looked out
the window, sighing again and looking at Sophia.
“He went out early
this morning. Said he couldn’t sleep and that apparently the songs they sent
off were bothering him. He’s never been this worried about song writing before.
I feel like he’s hiding something really bad from me. Like, they’re going on
another world tour, or he’s going to LA for a month. Soph, I’m really worried”
You whispered, as she took your hand in hers. Giving it a slight squeeze as she
looked to you and smiled.
“I am 100% sure it’s
nothing bad. Maybe he’s just having a few off days. Liam’s been getting that. I
mean, it may be jetlag. I don’t know” Sophia started as you shook your head. “It’s
not going to be anything horrible, I’m sure. (Y/N), you’re worrying so much
about nothing” She added, as you closed your eyes and let out of a puff of
“What if he’s
cheating on me?” You whispered, almost inaudibly as she let out a soft gasp. “What?
I can’t help but think that, Soph. He’s been having so many days out, he
sometimes blows of dates because they are working late at the studio. I don’t
know what to think, Sophia!” You cried out, as she stood from her chair and
walked over to you. Her arms wide and engulfing you into a tight hug.
“Hey, hey. Don’t
you ever think that, love. He is head over heels for you, I can assure you. Liam
is always telling me how it’s so annoying that Harry goes on and on about you.
Constantly. I can see that he loves you, (Y/N). He is so in love with you.
Everyone can see it, love. I can hardly believe he’s cheating. He isn’t like
that” Sophia smiled, as she squeezed you softly. “Don’t get so upset, my
darling. I’m sure you’re worrying over nothing. He loves you” She whispered,
squeezing your hand.
“I’m just a
worrier, okay?” You laughed and wiped at the small tears collecting in the
corner of your eyes. “I know it’s nothing to worry about. I’m sure everything
is fine with him. Harry just bottles everything up and it upsets him and pulls him
down and it’s worrying” You sighed, as Sophia laughed softly.
“Sounds like Liam…
Sounds a lot like Liam.”
“Have you planned
out how you’re going to ask her?” Gemma wondered, as she walked alongside
Harry. His hands were curled around the trolley handle as he pushed it down the
aisle of the local supermarket. It was full of supplies Gemma needed for her
home, instead of things that Harry had needed for your home. “You’re going to
ask her soon, right?” She wondered as she nudged his shoulder softly and
“I literally spoke
to Niall about it this morning. It’s driving me insane. I was thinking of just
asking her tonight. Out of the blue, just at random” Harry grinned, as Gemma
laughed softly. “It’s our 5 year anniversary tomorrow, but I feel I can’t wait
until then. I just want to be able to call her my fiancé. I want to see that
ring on her finger” He smiled, as Gemma cooed softly.
adorable, baby brother. You need to put a ring on her as soon as possible,
because I want her as my sister in law” She grinned, as Harry laughed softly,
reaching up for the spaghetti on the highest shelf. “I’m serious. Mum wants her
as a daughter in law, and I want her as my sister in law. She’s incredible, H.
We can’t wait for babies” Gemma grinned, laughing as his cheeks tinged a
“Gem… Shut up. We’ve
got a wedding to plan first” He winked, as Gemma nodded, waltzing off down the
aisle to grab a box of canned soup. Her knees bending as she bent down to pick
up a couple of tins. “Does your missus want some tomato soup? I heard her
moaning one time she didn’t have any. Did you buy her some, like a good future
husband?” She grinned, as Harry rolled his eyes cheekily. “You did buy her
some? You’re learning, Styles. I’m proud of you” She laughed, as she placed her
tins of soup in the trolley. “I’m just teasing, H. You’ve been nothing but
amazing for her, and she’s lucky to have you, you know?” She smiled, as Harry
He knew he was
lucky. He loved you, and he wanted to give you the best life he could. 5 years
had flown by, and he could only imagine how life would be when you were
together with the same last name with the family you had both always dreamt of.
He was excited to have a family, and he knew it was sitting there in your mind.
Gemma, and even Anne, knew that you were the one he was going to marry. When
you first stepped into the warm, roast-chicken smelling home in Cheshire, they
knew you were going to be the one he was going to marry and have tiny, Styles
babies and you were going to be the one who came to family reunions and family
parties and dance with him at family weddings. He was excited to experience
anything with you. And you were excited to experience anything with him.
handsome man. Dinner is nearly finished. Give me what? 10 minutes and I’ll have
it all set out” You smiled, as he came up behind you. His palms resting on your
hips, as he dug his fingers under your shirt. His fingertips were cold against
your flushed skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re being extremely
cuddly. What’s wrong?” You wondered, as you stirred the pasta in the saucepan
in front of you. The wooden spoon tightly held in your grip.
“Can’t a boyfriend be
all cuddly with his lovely girlfriend whom he loves very much?” Harry winked,
as he grumbled lightly against the back of your neck. “I love you so much,
baby. I do. I really do” He smiled, his eyes closing as he kissed along your
clothed shoulder. “You have no idea how much I love waking up to you, every
morning, and seeing your smiling figure looking at me” He laughed lightly and
kissed your cheek, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love that you’re the first
person I see in the morning, and the last person I see at night. You are
incredible, and such a great sight to look at” Harry smirked, as you turned
your upper body to look at him.
“What’s going on,
Harry Styles? What do you want from me?” You wondered, as he tickled his
fingers up your skin. “If you want sex now, you’re going to have to wait. I
know for a fact I won’t get you off in 10 minutes” You giggled, as he gasped
lightly and pulled a hand from under your t-shirt, placing a soft hit to your
bum. “Hey! I was kidding. I want to eat first before I do anything with you”
You giggled as you took the spoon from the saucepan and placed it on the
counter. “Come here, mister. Give me some love” You winked, and hooked your
fingers behind his ears to pull his head closer to you.
“I love you, baby”
He whispered against your lips, as you grinned softly.
“I love you too,
Harry. So much” You winked, as he pulled your hips closer to his. A grin on his
lips as he pressed them to yours. His hands rose up your back, the t-shirt hooking
up as he did so. He parted his lips, and rested his forehead against yours, his
eyes situating a soft sparkle. One that was only visible around you.
“You love me enough
to marry me?” He whispers, his breath warm against your face. Your eyes widened
as you pulled back some more, your palms cupping his cheeks. “What do you say?
You want to become Mrs Harry Styles?” He asked, as he unhooked his fingers from
the dip in your back, placing one of his hands into his jean pocket. You sensed
that he had the box in his jeans, the blue suede coming to view matching with
your thoughts. “(Y/N), my darling, my beautiful girlfriend, and my absolute
soul mate, will you do the honour of becoming my better half? My wife?” He
wondered, as you let out a cry, your chin wobbling as he opened the box. His
knee bending as he went down.
whispered, the word muffled behind your hands. “Oh my god, yes! Yes, yes! Oh my
goodness, Harry!” You cried, hooking your arms around his neck, falling into
his body as he fell back against the tiled floor beneath you. Your legs
straddled his hips, as you pressed a warm and passionate kiss to his lips. “I
love you so much, Harry. I really do. You’ve made me so happy” You cried, as
the tears fell down your cheeks.
“I love you too,
baby. I love you so much. You’ve made me the happiest man alive the past 5
years, and to know you’re stuck with me for the next however many years, just
makes me even happier” He whispered, as you ran your thumbs under his eyes. “Let
me…” He whispered, as he took one of your hands in his free one, kissing your
ring finger before he took the ring from the constraints of the cushion in the suede
box. He slid the cool metal onto your flushed skin, the diamond shining under
the light of the kitchen. “It looks beautiful. Do you like it?” He wondered, as
you hitched a leg from over his hip, sitting beside him as your eyes stared at
the silver metal on your finger.
“I love it. I love
it so much. Oh my god, Harry… We’re engaged. We’re getting married” You sighed,
as he sat up and brought his knees to his chest.
“My darling fiancé.
I love you so bloody much…”
Authors Note: Did you all like the Proposal then, my lovelies? I’d love to know what you thought. We see how Anne, Robin and Gemma react in the next one. I should get it up some when this week for you guys. xxx
Ritlua Trevelyan struggles to pick out a gift for Cullen. (Inspired by this comic - Ritlua belongs to raelynnmarie. 1025 words)
“I don’t know what to get him!” Ritlua’s head hit the table with a light thunk as she continued to groan to Varric. “Have you seen his office? The man has nothing other than a thousand stacks of reports and military books. What do I do? Buy him another chess set? Another book?” She raised her head a few inches only to let it fall back down onto the table. “They’d just end up tucked away in those shelves with everything else he owns.”
“You’re overthinking it,” Varric said with a light pat on her back. “Give him some of those sweets he keeps stealing from the kitchens, or a bottle of wine.”
“But anyone can give him those things. It’s not special.”
“You’re missing the point. It’s not the gift that Curly will care about, it’s the fact that he got something from you.”
Ritlua scowled and took to glaring at her glass as the light front of the fire danced around in the polished surface. The coin Cullen had given her in Honnleath burned in her pocket, reminding her of what he’d offered. The one thing in the entire world he’d kept from his family; the one oath he’d broken in the Order; the one thing he’d held onto through all the years of torment… and he’d given it to her.
Imagine your favourite character having a hatred for food going waste, often eating way beyond their capacity because they know it’ll just go in the trash if made into leftovers in their house. Imagine them after one such session, sprawled back over their chair, taut and bloated belly poking out from under their shirt as they hold it and groan. BONUS: imagine their roommate/partner/ect. teasing them for it but also patting and rubbing their ever growing stomach, to keep them comfortable.
lol what kind of pet names do you think dean would use? i have a personal headcanon that he doesn’t /really use them, just like by accident, and then gets v flustered and embarrassed and has to bluff his way out of just calling Cas “sweetheart”
okaY OKAY ALRIGHT ALRIGHT YEAH YEAH YEAH
I like the scenario where they’re all having a family drinking night (like in Book of the Damned) and they’re all a lil drunk and Cas (now human) makes to stumble to bed. On his way he kind of heavily leans on/pats Dean’s shoulder which immediately puts tipsy Dean in a state of “:D :D :D” so when Cas is going through the doorway and says “Goodnight” Dean just throws back a slurred “Night, babe.”
Cas stops and is all “???”
Sam’s frozen as the personification of “!!!!”
Dean realises what he said and becomes “(⊙_◎)”
Charlie’s like “(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞”
Then before Sam can even get out “Babe???” Dean’s cutting him off with “I said blade.”
Sam: “Night, blade?”
Charlie: “Alright, Josh Birk.”
At this point Cas just gives up and goes to bed because whatever he’s really tired.
i see a lot of people tag pictures of my bird with like “omg i want a bird theyre so cute” and like hell yea birds are the cutest but like … i worry people will jump into getting one without knowing anything about them?
like for every cute picture theres her pooping on my back after drinking a lot of water and eating a lot of apple so its runny as hell and you have to try and cautiously pat around with a tissue avoiding getting any on ur hands
for every cute video shes up screaming at 6am even thought i wanted to sleep in because shes heard a flock of birds outside and wants to warn me about them
she might look innocent but she can fly and she poops a lot. you know what that means? poop everywhere, unless youre willing to put in the potential months of training it takes to get them to poop in a specific place
birds need a lot of attention and the right behaviour reinforcement or they get nippy and aggressive. some birds will always be nippy. some will take a shine to you but only you and attack other family members to try and protect you. some like pumpkin just want pats from everyone, even strangers
im just saying PLEASE dont jump into owning any animal lightly, doubly for something like a bird which is intelligent but small and fragile
You have to pay attention to the moments when you’ve felt on top on the world. I remember the first time I was on stage, I was doing West Side Story, I was 17 and this woman was crying because she liked what I was doing so much. I know I’m 28 now and I know the stakes are higher, but looking back on an experience like that reminds me that I do have a place somewhere. Sometimes it’s okay to give yourself a pat on the back and say, “That was cool. That made me feel good.” - Sebastian Stan
“Sometimes when you’re alone, in the trenches, I mean, at night you get the sense of something ancient. As if the trenches had always been there. You know one trench we held, it had skulls in the side. You looked back along and… Like mushrooms. And do you know, it was actually easier to believe they were men from Marlborough’s army than to to to think they’d been alive two years ago. It’s as if all other wars had somehow… distilled themselves into this war, and that makes it something you… almost can’t challenge. It’s like a very deep voice saying, Run along, little man. Be thankful if you survive.”
I can’t stand when the show gives itself a big pat on the back for how strong its female characters are when all their happy endings legit equal marrying men. Regina’s tacked on line about “being comfortable in her world”… uh, that bullshit would be nice except I saw the first four seasons of this show and episode after episode the equation has been “happy ending” = “true love” = “some dude with a Macklemore fade.”
I feel. I just wish he would’ve apologized for it. All he did was delete it (good thing screenshots are still a thing).
I’m just glad that Dalton handled it appropriately. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been, so Dalton and the rest of the band really deserves a pat on the back or a hug or whatever form of affection would suffice.