#zayn malik imagines

[meltingfin1]

Louis in Iceland gets me every time

[twilight-good-yall-dumb]

some 1D "unseens"

I recently discovered some photos my older sister took when she saw One Direction in 2013. I'm sure you can imagine how devastatingly envious I am of her, and seeing these actually made me feel kind of sick to my stomach at first. But, I have to give it to her, she took some pretty decent photos. So, I figured I'd share some of them with my 1D tumblr girlies, because we deserve a treat after the exhausting few months we've had. Also, I just really love that picture of Zayn. He's so cutie.

[daisyblog]

Risky Fun

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry have a little fun on the boys tour bus and get caught by Niall.

warning: sexual theme, oral (m receiving), smut, caught

Based on this request.

Craving each others touch and a moment alone to explore one and other, Harry and YN had snuck back onto the boys tour bus in between soundcheck and the show.

Harry was pleasantly surprised as he laid down in his designated bunk and YN wasted no time in reaching for his belted jeans, her smaller hands undoing them with ease.

“Someone’s eager!”. Harry gave a lazy smirk as he felt his lower half become harder with anticipation.

“Might wanna say that to your dick bubs!”. YN sent back a larger smile as the more she fumbled with his jeans, the longer and bigger his length grew.

Before Harry could return the quick whit, he felt the warmth release down his long length with ease and as he dared to look down, he was met with YN’s gentle strokes and her pink tongue swirled around his tip.

“Oh fuck…feels so good!”. Harry moaned into the air above him as his head voluntarily tilted back to meet the plump pillow. His fist traveled down and met with YN’s head to hold her ponytail tight.

As YN twirled her tongue with ease around the tip, leaving a path of wetness behind, her hand stroked up and down his length with rhythm.

“Oh yeah…uh fuck me!”. YN felt a pang at her ego rising and Harry continued to echo his moans with a grunt.

Knowing her wet tongue had teased Harry enough, she gently slid his long thick length down so it met the back of her throat causing her eyes to sting and his hips to buckle.

“Oh my fucking- your mouth is heaven”. Harry complimented as he took a shaky breath, feeling his thickness pushing its way down her tongue. Getting ahead of the feeling, Harry buckled his hips up to quick causing YN to gag on his length. “Shit…fuck…m’sorry babe!”.

Despite the worry in Harry’s voice as he panicked he’d pushed the moment too much, YN caused a whole new feeling inside him. “I liked it…do it again!”.

“Fuck me…you’re going to be the death of me!”. Harry dramatically announced into the air around them as he lolled his head back in search for comfort.

As YN’s mouth returned to her movements of licking and sucking his length, Harry moaned loudly without thought that they were only a few feet away from the others.

“Your moans are so fucking hot!”. YN spoke as she brought her mouth up for a break before her lips and nose met with the base of Harry’s stomach.

“Oh yeah….fuck…fuck…oh…oh…YN…yeah…I’m gonna cum…”.

In between Harry’s grunty moans, YN froze as she heard a familiar accent. A thick Irish one to be exact. “Fuck!”.

Harry’s ears quickly tuned into the noise coming from the other side of the curtain that kept them hidden.

YN could feel her cheeks rise with embarrassment as they heard Niall’s voice and loud contagious laughter. “Fucking hell lovebirds…you can hear you from the car park!”.

“Fuck off Niall!”. Harry was frustrated that their moment had been interrupted and the sound of his bandmates voice was enough to kill the mood.

“Oh yeah…feels so good…fuck…fuck…oh yeah YN!”. Niall mocked Harry’s moans before a teasing chuckle followed through the bus.

YN had made her way to lay next to Harry, knowing their moment alone was over. “Horan…kindly fuck off! You cockblock”. She felt Harry chuckle lightly at her honesty.

“Oi watch your mouth Tomlinson…or I’ll go and tell Louis what I’ve just heard!”. The couple knew Niall was teasing them, the comment was just banter but the heavy gulp in Harry’s throat spoke volumes at how worried he was about him spilling the information.

“Don’t test me Horan!”.

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[catie18]

Life with H🤍.

[eveningepiphany]

connection | one direction comfort oneshot

summary: one direction are your best friends and how can you ever tell them thank you for everything.

warnings: not a single one, just feel good comforting one direction. we need it.

a/n: this one is for everyone who needs it.

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“I’m glad you guys are home��

“Y/N, none of us live anywhere near here.” Louis snorts the second your sappy voice echos in the lounge room. Not one of them lives here, but to you, this is their home

A mug of tea is hot against you palms, the room smells of sweet treats and is light only by warm lamplight.

A sigh cascades from your lungs, your head leant against Harry’s shoulder.

“Let the girl have her moment, Louis.” You hear Zayn chide with a smile on his face as he leans forward from where he’s rested on the couch to grab a cookie.

“This movies made me all sentimental.” You grumble, trying to now suppress the feeling swelling in your chest.

You glance around to the five guys laid in your lounge room. Your five best friends in the whole world.

Highschool is messy for everyone, and your experience was no different. God, if you hadn’t have met all of them, you have no idea how you would’ve ever survived.

Zayn in folded into the corner of your massive couch, despite how much room there is.

Louis the one who’s randomly claimed a spot on the floor, cushion under his ass even though again, there’s more than enough space on the couch.

Liam is sprawled out on your left, legs and arms hanging off the edge. A smile sits on his lips, content and at peace.

Harry is nestled on your right, allowing your head to seek refuge on his shoulder. He’s made sure he’s close enough to Niall to annoy him every couple of minutes.

Niall is cross-legged on the couch, mug of tea in hand, blonde hair tousled from Harry messing it up ten minutes ago for the fun of it.

“You guys are what brings life into this place.” You state, finality in your tone as your eyes avert back to the screen.

“Awww,” Niall coos, Harry whacks him across the head.

“Ouch! Bloody hell was tha’ for, I was being genuine you dolt.” Everyone chuckles, watching his hand come to cover his head.

“Oh, sorry thought ya were being sarcastic.” Harry snickers from beside you, chest vibrating in a familiar way.

“While these two idiots argue, I am appreciating your sentiment, Y/N.” Liam claims from where he lays, flashing a toothy grin at you.

“I just…” wow, are you seriously getting emotional over this? Surely it’s your hormones, or just stress manifesting into big feelings. But you can’t even get the sentence out without the feeling of a lump in your throat.

The sway in your voice draws all five of them to a silence.

They wait patiently for you to say something else.

“You all are my people. Having fun at home is not the same when you’re not all here. And when I go out without you all, I imagine the stupid shit you’d do to make me laugh.”

Bringing the mug in your hand to your lips, you draw a sip of tea into your mouth. Taking comfort in the sweetness.

“My house does not feel like home unless I’m in it with you five. You’re all like my family. I wouldn’t know where to begin tackling my life if I didn’t have you boys showing me how to do it.”

“Y’can’t tackle anything or anyone for shit t’be fair.” Niall remarks, trying to be funny but you can hear the appreciation that floods his tone.

“Shut up, Niall.” Liam shakes his head, smiling.

“Everyday, I thank whatever greater power that bought you guys to me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine a day where I didn’t know you all. And it’s something I hope I never have to live.”

“What im trying to say is thank you. For being my best friends.”

There’s a few seconds of quiet.

You have been like this with them before, usually when you’re about to get your period, when you’re drunk, or had a big thing happen in your life. But right now they all just didn’t expect it.

“No way, Louis are you crying!” Harry laughs, but there’s a soft and vulnerable lilt to his own voice.

“Shut up, ya prick.” He whines, hand cupping over his eyes and dragging down in exasperation.

At a glance, you realise they’re all crying.

“Oh god,” you gasp, guilt plaguing your voice, “sorry I didn’t mean to make everyone so emosh.”

“Emosh.” Liam mocks your choice of word with a soft tease, eyes shiny.

“Yea, girl. I need forewarning before you go dropping all that on me.” Zayn states, finishing the last bite of his cookie.

“We appreciate you more than y’know.” Niall drapes himself over Harry to half embrace you, half squash you.

As anyone would imagine, doesn’t take longer than three seconds for them all to be joining this impromptu group hug.

“Can’t breathe—“ you hissed out. Someone’s knee is digging into your hip, someone just headbutted you, and again, your whole diaphragm is squished.

Yet despite all of this, you’ve never felt so loved. You feel so much of it, almost like it’s imbedded in your bones.

“Don’t care!” Louis remarks, “your fault for dragging us all into your sentimental crap.”

“Thanks for being our best friend too, yknow.” A hum comes from Liam.

The hug doesn’t last too long, but long enough that when you eventually go to bed that night you’ve imprinted it in your memory.

How are there ever going to be words to explain how it feels to have a connection like this. One with people that you don’t see everyday, but that you feel always. It’s proven it can stretch a million miles and still feel the same.

These boys are your lifeline, and nothing in the world could change that.

Oh, how grateful you are.

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Y/n L/n

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Itsmey/n I choose you forever

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Niall Horan

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NiallHoran Hello wife

Itsmey/n Hello husband ❤️

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Request I am *craving* some Niall Horan love right about now. Maybe him and the reader secretly eloping or something soft and sweet? I just need Niall love. Please, thank you!

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

the one where you get married 💫

summary: snapshots of your proposal, the big day, the announcement, and all the moments in between.

vicious speaks: i’m not telling you to listen to never stop (wedding version) by safetysuit while reading this, but i do highly recommend it.

zayn masterlist

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yourusername anything interesting happen while we were away?

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zayn thank you for saying yes 🤍

⤷ yourusername you made it easy 🖤

yourbff BITCH FT ME RIGHT NOW

⤷ yourusername as you wish 🤭

yourmom i knew the whole time 😉 ♥︎ by author and zayn

yourcousin not you announcing your engagement in a vacay photo dump 😭 congrats 🍾 ♥︎ by author and zayn

⤷ yourusername it had to be done lol thank u!!

yoursister oh my gosh 🥹 we need a girls night immediately

⤷ yourusername absolutely! this weekend? ♥︎ by yoursister

friend1 congrats 🥳🫶🏼

♥︎ by author and zayn

taylorswift congratulations on this new chapter! eagerly waiting for the big day 🩷

⤷ yourusername thank you ☺️ expect your invite in the mail 💌

⤷ friend2 i still can’t believe you’re friends with taylor swift

⤷ yourusername I still can’t believe i’m friends with taylor swift

mammamalik ❤️ ♥︎ by author and zayn

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yourusername life lately 🥰

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youraunt that smile!! i’ve never seen someone so happy to plan a wedding ☺️

↳ yourusername he’s so eager to take part in everything, i love it 😭

friend1 if my future fiancé isn’t this happy to help plan our wedding, i don’t want him

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yoursister those dresses are so beautiful

⤷ yourusername i know!! it was so hard to choose between them 🫠

zayn nice flowers, i wonder who gave them to you 🧐

⤷ yourusername hmm, i wonder 👀

⤷ friend2 stop flirting, it’s making me feel lonely ☹️

⤷ zayn let us play matchmaker for you

♥︎ by author and friend2

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yourbff let the bachelorette shenanigans commence!

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yourusername: it’s gonna be so much fun!!

⤷ zayn counting down the days ‘til you’re mine forever 🤍

⤷ yourusername i can’t wait to marry you 🥹💕

friend1 bring on the chaos 😌

yoursister gonna be a wild weekend 🍾

⤷ zayn not too wild, right?

⤷ friend2 no promises 😈

yourcousin stripper on standby 😏

⤷ yourusername LMAO STOP

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yourcousin i still can’t believe our little baby is all grown up and getting married!! 🥺

⤷ yoursibling i knooow, i’m so emotional!!

yourusername those drinks were so good, i’ll take five more 😉

⤷ yoursister anything for you 🫡

zayn please come back in one piece

⤷ yoursister lmao we’ll try

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yourbff today’s the day!! 💍🥂

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yourusername thank you for being the absolute best maid of honor 🫶🏼

⤷ yourbff thank you for trusting me with the role 💗

zayn 🎉 ♥︎ by author

friend1: our girl’s getting hitched!!

friend2 this is MY royal wedding 🤭

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1dupdates the boys recently on their stories! they’re definitely fucking with us 😭

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username1 i just know they’re seeing our reactions and laughing

username2 okay but they’re all dressed up pretty nicely…maybe it’s some kind of event?

⤷ username3 hopefully we’ll find out soon

username4 hear me out… yourbff liked this post, what if zayn and y/n are tying the knot?

⤷ username5 okay grandma let’s get you to bed

⤷ username6 no, no, let them speak!!

⤷ username7 they’re so private, i could see them getting married without even announcing an engagement. and zayn is the only one who didn’t post to his story even though we all know they’re in the same place…🧐

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yourusername 🥹🫶🏼

yourbff it’s tiiiiime 🥳

yoursister let’s get this show on the road!

friend1 see you 🔜

friend2 ready for the wedding of the year 💕

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zayn All mine, for a lifetime ���

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yourusername I love you, i can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together 💘 ♥︎ by author

username1 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

username2 not him just casually dropping wedding pics when we didn’t even know they were ENGAGED

harrystyles Beautiful ceremony ❤️ ♥︎ by author and yourusername

nialhoran Y/n is a lovely woman! Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness 💛 ♥︎ by author and yourusername

louist91 Congrats on breaking the internet!

⤷ username3 lmaoo harry and niall left nice comments and then there’s louis

username4 well, at least now we know why they were all in italy last month 😭

yourbff words can’t describe how happy i am for you two!! ♥︎ by author and yourusername

yourcousin welcome to the family 🩷 (officially) ♥︎ by author

yoursister finally, i’ve been dying to post photos!!

mammamalik I love you both ❤️

⤷ yourusername Love you so much <3 Thank you for being one of my rocks during this time!!

⤷ zayn We love you, mum ❤️

username5 as much as i’d love if her socials were public, i respect her wish for privacy ♥︎ by yourusername

username6 you all roasted me last month when i said the boys were in town for zayns wedding, but look who was right!!!

⤷ username7 i always believed you bestie

taylorswift The most beautiful wedding i’ve ever been to! Congratulations, love you 💖

⤷ yourusername Thank you for coming, i love you 🫶🏼

⤷ zayn 💛

username8 TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT WAS THERE??? i’m never recovering from this

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yourusername you are my life, my love, my only 💛

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zayn i love you

⤷ yourusername i love you 💘

friend1 can’t believe it’s already been a month since the royal wedding!!

⤷ yourusername please 😭

mammamalik The most magical day ✨

⤷ yourusername it was like something out of a fairytale 🥹

yourmom still can’t believe my baby is married! i love you two so much 🤍

⤷ yourusername i love you!!!!

⤷ zayn love you ❤️

friend2 it was such a beautiful day, i felt like i was in a movie

♥︎ by author and zayn

youraunt happy 1 month!!

⤷ yourusername thank you 🫶🏼

[alisonwritesimagines]

Hungry and Tired ~Zayn Malik Imagine~

Requested by anonymous: Can you please do one with zayn where she’s super pregnant and is tired and cranky and wants to eat all the time and he’s trying his best to to comfort her

Summary: You enter the hard part of pregnancy.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took too long to post! Things have been hectic in my life right now.

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

Zayn thought he would never find anyone he would love as much as he loved Gigi. That was until he met you.

You were everything he could ever ask for. Even Gigi liked you as you treated Khai as a second daughter and respected her parenting style. To Zayn, you were the perfect woman he could ever ask for.

Zayn was overjoyed when you announced that you were pregnant. Khai was excited to be a big sister and Gigi was happy that Zayn was happy. Though the first few months were great and blissful, youhad entered the tough part.

"Aw. What's with the pouty face?" Zayn asked as he saw you on the couch with a frown.

"I don't know. I think I entered the rough part of pregnancy," you tell him.

"You'll be okay. Tell me what you need and I will get that for you," Zayn said.

"I am going to apologize now for the crankiness I will have," you warned him.

"And I will be expecting it."

"I feel so hungry," you pouted.

"What would you like to eat then?" Zayn asked.

"I should probably eat something healthy for the baby," you mention.

"Like what?"

"Fruit?" You asked.

"Okay. I'll get that ready for you," Zayn said as he kissed your cheek.

"Thank you," you smile softly at him as he got up to cut some fruit for you.

After your bowl of fruit, you pouted once more at Zayn.

"Hungry again?" Zayn asked you.

"It's not my fault I'm eating for two! Although, it feels like I'm eating for three," you whined.

"Once you give birth then you don't have to feel like you're eating for two," Zayn reminded you.

"But that's not for another two months," you groaned as you lied back on the couch.

"You're almost there," Zayn said as he kissed your head.

"I just want food and sleep," you complained.

"Tell you what, I'll order us some food and afterwards, we can watch a movie or take a walk outside and grab some fresh air," Zayn offered.

"Okay fine," you agreed.

"That's my girl," Zayn says, kissing your head.

Before it got dark, both you and Zayn decided to take a walk outside.

"Are you out of breathe too? Or is it just me?" You asked as you took in some deep breaths.

"You're okay. We can take a pause if you want," Zayn tells you.

"Thanks. Ugh. I can't wait till our little one is out," you say.

"Two more months," Zayn reminds you before kissing your head. "And even afterwards, I'll still be there for you and take care of you," Zayn tells you.

"Thank you."

"Hey. I love you," Zayn says to you.

"I love you too."

"Also, Khai is coming to visit tomorrow. Get all sad right now so you have put on a happy face for her," Zayn says.

"I did tell her we can bake brownies tomorrow," you tell him.

"That's the spirit."

"Okay. Let's stay out a little longer and we can go home," you say to him.

"Okay."

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you love his family, you love his mom and his mom loves you. Your also very gentle and quiet just like him

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: He loves your legs, they way you wrapped them around him when you cuddle him, he loves to lay his hands on them, just touching your warm skin.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He likes to be the big spoon but he loves it when you just cuddle him when he's sitting on the sofa or on his chair behind his computer.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, playing video games together.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He doesn't, he mostly keep them to himself, sometimes they slip up and you just hold him, telling him it okay.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he loves to start a family with you, he loves to have children with you and getting a dog or cat.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He gives spoils you silently, you come home and there are flowers in a vase or some new shoes you love.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He hold your hands when he's anxious, squeezing your hands a little bit, checking that your still here with him.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He will get anxious, pacing around and calling his mom for support. He hates it tho.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He likes to joke around, he likes to play around when you guys are playing some video games, distracting you.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Soft but deeply on your lips. He also places a lot of kisses on the top of your head an hands.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He remembers the small things you like or do, he sees everything and makes sure your always okay. He also makes sure his mom will cook some food for you because he knows you love her food.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Having a game night for the first time together. The laughs and the fun that night was the best you guys ever had. Playing around and just being yourself with him.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Leaving him, losing you, you being hurt, hating him. just everything, he hates his anxiety.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He's secretly a nerd in video games, he has a steam deck and he always carries it with him.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Darling and babe.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, playing video games or just go our for a walk close by.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Tortoise by Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn. When you hear this song, your mind wanders off to him. You need him and he needs you, you miss him when your not with him and life is not the same without him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tries to be open with you but sometimes his anxiety is in his way, he wants a good communication but needs some help sometimes as he cover up his emotions a lot.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took awhile, he thought you didn't liked him till a friend of him told him otherwise, he asked you out by text message and asked you later if you wanted to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He thinks it's because of him, he freaks out and gets upset as well, when he knows it not him he stays quiet, thinking how he can fix it.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud that you like his family, that you like to game with him and that you support him

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He wouldn't like it but would support you, he would defend you

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when sometime up, he knows everything as he sees everything.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Some where private but anywhere what you like and say yes to him

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Knowing you there, holding your hands, listing to music and playing video games. he also calms down when he's alone.

[acidinduceddaydreams]

Fort-night!

Pairings: bff kind of cgs! 1D x fem!reader. 2011-2013 sort of 1D vibes. Can you tell nostalgia is hitting me hard rn?

Synopsis: you are feeling uneasy and hurt. Lucky for you five boys want to light up your world like nobody else.

Warnings/ A/n: Liam is mentioned because it’s not 1D without him. I hope this made you all smile. God bless! ❤️🧸. Also did you see what I did with the title and synopsis haha I’m so funny okay bye now!

It had been one of those days where everything felt just a bit too much. Your energy was low, and even though you tried to shake off the heaviness, it lingered. By the time you curled up on the couch with a blanket, you’d decided the best plan was to stay quiet and hope no one noticed.

But the boys always noticed.

Harry was the first to sense something was off. He walked into the room with a bowl of strawberries in hand, humming softly to himself. When he saw you tucked into the corner of the couch, staring blankly at the TV, he immediately set the bowl down and knelt in front of you.

“Hey, love,” he said softly, his green eyes scanning your face. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You shrugged, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Just tired.”

Harry tilted his head, concern flickering across his face. “Tired like you need sleep, or tired like you need cuddles and a distraction?”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “Maybe both.”

Harry reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Alright. We can fix that.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Louis burst into the room, carrying an armful of blankets. “Right,” he announced, his voice bright and full of purpose, “it’s officially a blanket fort night. No arguments allowed.”

You blinked, watching as Louis began draping blankets over the furniture, muttering to himself about structural integrity.

“Blanket fort night?” you asked quietly, looking up at Harry.

He grinned. “Only the best nights. Trust me, love, Lou’s got this down to a science.”

As if on cue, Niall wandered in, a bag of crisps tucked under his arm. “What’s all this, then?” he asked, nodding toward the chaos Louis was creating.

“It’s a masterpiece in progress,” Louis replied, tossing a pillow to Niall. “Now, help me. We need snacks, fairy lights, and at least five more blankets.”

Niall raised an eyebrow but grinned, setting the crisps on the coffee table before diving into the project.

Liam arrived next, balancing a tray of steaming mugs. “I thought hot chocolate might be in order,” he said, handing a mug to each of you. He crouched beside you, his gaze soft and kind. “You doing alright, sweetheart?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, just… a bit off today.”

“Well, good thing you’ve got us,” Liam said warmly, patting your knee. “We’ll sort you out.”

By the time Zayn appeared with a stack of books and a flashlight, the fort was taking shape. Louis had transformed the living room into a cozy hideaway, complete with fairy lights strung along the edges and a pile of snacks in the middle.

“You don’t have to do all this,” you murmured as Zayn handed you a book.

Zayn gave you a small smile, sitting down beside you. “We want to. Besides, it’s been too long since our last fort night.”

Harry stood, offering you a hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you settled.”

He guided you into the fort, where pillows and blankets surrounded you in a cocoon of warmth. The boys followed, each finding their spot—Louis sprawled dramatically across the pillows, Niall rifling through the snacks, Liam adjusting the lights, and Zayn flipping through the books.

“Alright,” Louis declared, holding up a flashlight. “We start with ghost stories. It’s tradition.”

“No way,” Niall countered. “Let’s watch something funny. Y/N needs a good laugh.”

“Spooky stories first,” Louis insisted. “Fort rules.”

As they bickered, you couldn’t help but smile. Harry noticed, his lips curling into a grin as he nudged your side.

“There it is,” he said softly.

“There’s what?” you asked.

“That smile,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We’ve been missing it all day.”

Zayn started reading a ghost story in an exaggerated voice, and the boys took turns interrupting him with jokes and sound effects. You found yourself laughing more than you had in days, the warmth of their presence chasing away the lingering heaviness.

By the time the story ended, the snacks were half gone, and Niall had convinced everyone to put on a comedy movie. You leaned against Harry, his arm draped around you, as Louis threw popcorn at Zayn for stealing his pillow.

“You feeling better, love?” Harry whispered, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.

You nodded, leaning into him. “A lot better. Thank you.”

“You never have to thank us,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’re your boys. Taking care of you is the best part of our day.”

As the movie played and the boys continued their playful antics, you felt a warmth settle over you. Wrapped in their love and care, you knew one thing for sure—you were never alone.

[1dimaginewithme]

The boys and their love languages:

Niall:

Niall’s love language is gift giving. He’s the type of person to see something and think of you. Whether that be a funny postcard that reminded him of an inside joke or a bracelet he once saw you eyeing in passing.

Liam:

Liam’s love language is words of affirmation. He’s very big on complimenting you, whether it’s on your personality or physical appearance. He enjoys leaving you little notes to find around the house or sending you text messages throughout the day if he’s got a crazy schedule- just a little something to let you know you’re on his mind.

Zayn:

Zayn’s love language is acts of service. Whether that’s making breakfast or remembering that you’re almost out of your favorite tea and buying more without you asking. Zayn is like a sponge when it comes to remembering the littlest things about you.

Louis:

Louis’ love language is quality time . He always wants to hear about what’s going on in your life and gets attached to your stories. Even just sitting on the couch together, scrolling through your phones is one of his favorite things to do.

Harry:

Harry’s love language is physical touch. Harry can’t keep his hands off you, whether it’s playing with your hair, putting an arm over your shoulder. He needs to be touching you in some way, soft caresses on your hand with his thumb, a snuggle on the couch, any kind of interaction.

[chrispydreams]

I fear.. my type might just be "coolest youngest in the group"

[daisyblog]

Personal Bodyguard

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN gets hurts by paparazzi and Harry becomes protective.

warning: mentions of blood, YN gets hurt, angst

based on this request.

One Direction were currently touring America as part of their Take Me Home tour. They had become familiar with fans and paparazzi waiting for any sign of one them the boys leaving the hotel or arena, which meant it was routine how they, and their crew left the buildings.

The five boys would be escorted by their security to the car, and majority of the time the fans and paparazzi would slowly lose interest once the band had disappeared behind the car doors.

But on this occasion, the paparazzi were willing to go the extra step and begin to question anyone associated with the band. Being Lou’s assistant on the tour, Louis’ sister and Harry’s girlfriend meant YN was their target.

YN watched as the boys were escorted by their security to the several cars that waited outside their hotel to drive them to thr venue. The order remained the same, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry. The crew were quick to follow, but today YN was overwhelmed by the questions being fired at her.

“YN, is it true you’re pregnant?”

“Is Harry paying you to be on tour?”

“YN! YN! YN!”

The questions being shouted behind them caused Harry and Louis to quickly glance behind them. But they were hurried along to get to the cars faster.

“YN, what do you think about people saying you’re using Harry?”

YN walked behind Lou, reminding herself that they wanted a reaction and the quicker she walked the sooner she would be away from the pushing and cameras being in her face.

Just as the boys reached their car, Zayn, Niall and Liam were comfortable in their seats, they heard the hectic commotion.

The hard cover of the camera lens was quick to meet the skin on YN’s forehead. “OW!”. Quickly her hand whipped up to be met with the warm liquid.

Lou turned quickly behind her at the sound of pain coming from YN. She could see her holding a hand to her head and her fingers covered in red. Lou tried to push people away from YN. “Step away from her!”. But it was no use, cameras were still flashing and bodies were pushing and shoving.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!”. Harry’s voice appeared in front of them. His hands reaching for YN and pulling her body into his chest and holding her tight against him. “You’re okay babe, you’re safe…I’m here”. He gently spoke into YN’s ear as he tried to guide them to the car.

“Harry! Harry! Harry!”.

A camera appeared in Harry’s vision, but as quickly as it snapped a photo it was shoved away by Harry’s large hand. “CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S HURT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”. He could feel the anger build inside him. “JUST FUCK OFF OUT OF OUR WAY!”.

Paul intervened quickly, knowing Harry was one step away from causing more problems. He along with the other security made a path for the couple to walk through.

YN felt so much relief when she entered the van, finding herself in the seat next to her brother and Harry hot on her heels sitting in the chair next to her.

“Hey Kiddo…you alright?”. Louis’ voice was filled with concern as he saw his sister’s head full of read and Harry’s face filled with pure anger.

“STUPID FUCKING PAPS!”. Harry held a spare shirt he had in his bag to YN’s head, hoping it would help with the bleeding.

“Harry I’m alright…just stay calm”. YN pleaded knowing how angry he felt right now, she could see the pure hatred in his eyes.

Louis wrapped a protective arm around his sister’s shoulder. “They’re arseholes I know and they’re lucky it was you out there because I would have punched them square in the face…but YN’s right Harry…just stay calm…she’s safe here with us now”.

“You’re walking with us next time…I’m not having you get hurt again”.

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Things had calmed down behind the scenes after the chaos that had been caused earlier on in the day. The boys had some free time backstage as they waited for the show to start.

Harry’s eyes hadn’t moved from YN, where she was peacefully sleeping on the sofa in the dressing room, her head now wearing a small plaster that the medic team had given her.

As much as Harry tried to forget about what had happened, he couldn’t and he blamed himself for not being by YN’s side the entire time.

“You better not be blaming yourself Harold”. Louis interrupted Harry’s inter battle he was having with himself.

Harry shrugged his shoulders as he muttered his reply with no tone. “Of course I am”.

Louis took a seat opposite where Harry was sitting, his eyes finding his sister tucked up unaware of their conversation. “I just wanted to say thank you”. Harry frowned in confusing at his words. “Thank you for protecting her…I used to worry about her on this tour, I still will, but…but watching you protect her like that today…I could see how much you care about her”.

“I’ll always protect her Lou…you haven’t got to worry about that”. Harry reinforced his promise as he quickly glanced back at YN.

As much as his words caused a stir in Louis heart at how in love the boy was with his sister, he quickly hid is teary eyes with a tad of teasing.

“You better had or you’ll have me to answer to”. Louis sent him a smirk as he left the room.

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[catie18]

It’s 2014 and you’re scrolling through Harry Styles Instagram☀️

[44unique]

my skin on your skin, again and again

lando norris x franco colapinto

summary: lando skips the gp celebration, and franco joins him to offer comfort. their mutual attraction surfaces, leading to a night of vulnerability and passion.

warnings: explicit content

word count: 1426

a/n: this work was inspired by the results of the brazilian gp but it took me a while to finish it (im sorry ig), and people on twt keep shipping them so here it is another story :) english is not my first lenguage

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It was Sunday night, and Max and the other drivers went out to celebrate after the race, everyone except Lando. He just wasn’t in the mood. Things hadn’t gone the way he wanted on the track, and even though some of it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t shake the frustration.

Meanwhile, Franco wasn’t feeling as low as Lando, but he’d had a rough race too. He didn’t feel like mingling with the others at the party, so he chose to stay back in his hotel room instead.

Franco knew Lando had decided to stay behind, and he thought he might be able to cheer him up. To be honest, Franco had felt a spark of attraction ever since he had first met Lando. He liked the way Lando was so funny and kind, always the first to include him in every conversation and every plan the others made. He liked Lando.

But he wasn’t sure if Lando might feel the same way—or even if he’d feel something for another guy. Franco had heard rumors about Lando dating that girl, Magui or whatever her name was, and that only made him more insecure about how he felt. But he decided to ignore his doubts, take advantage of the small boost of confidence he was feeling, and go knock on Lando’s hotel door.

Lando opened the door after a while. His curls were wet, and he had a big old shirt that clearly didn't fit.

“Hello” Franco greeted, his boost of confidence beginning to fade.

 “I thought you went with the rest”

Franco denied “I didn't really want to go out”

Lando invited him in, his room was a bit messy and a bottle of wine on the table.

“Want a drink?”

The youngest nodded, just because he didn't feel like going out didn't mean he didn't want to drink.

“How did you know I was here?” Lando asked

“I saw you a little depressed, I assumed you weren't in the mood to go out”

Lando nodded, agreeing.

“Can I ask what has you like this?”

“The race didn't go as I wanted”

Franco was genuinely mesmerized watching Lando vent to him, he has always been positive and cheerful attitude, he had never seen him like that.

And deep down it scared him how much he liked being able to be there to cheer him up.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

Lando looked at him with a raised eyebrow and raised the wine glass to his lips. "You can’t do much."

Franco clicked his tongue. “Come on, ask me anything”

Lando analyzed the situation. He had Franco in front of him, on his bed, trying to cheer him up and he had just told him that he could ask him for anything he wanted. And Lando certainly didn't feel like asking for what his mind wanted.

“Is what you want so difficult?” The youngest smirked, a playful glint in his eyes as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Lando’s breath hitched, feeling as though the moment might just undo him.

And at that moment he didn't mind too much to leave the almost empty cup on the bed and jump on Franco to join their lips.

Franco didn't hesitate a second to give it back, if Lando regretted it at least he would be left with the experience.

But it wasn't like that, Lando didn't pull away, in fact he began to move his lips deepening the kiss, and Franco was clearly not indifferent, opening his mouth to give himself more access.

The bed had already several red stains due to the wine, but none of them cared, not when Lando was under Franco trying to pull him closer by the hair.

Franco was the first to break away, to try to catch his breath and get an explanation for what was happening. He looked directly into Lando's eyes, his pupils were so dilated that it was hard to distinguish their color.

“What's wrong?” Lando asked between gasps

“What are we doing?”

The curly-haired man's brow furrowed slowly. “Don’t you like it?”

“It's not that, I just don't understand why we're doing this”

“Cause I like you and I can tell that you like me too” Lando said, frustrated by the lack of action.

Franco sighed, relaxing a little, not too much, he couldn't when Lando was completely at his disposal with his messy curls and his lips and cheeks completely red.

He didn't think too much and joined Lando again in a battle for who had control between their mouths, he knew he wouldn't regret it. And if Lando for some reason did, the memory would be eternally in his mind as one of the best moments of his life.

Franco’s hands roamed over Lando’s chest, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his touch. Lando’s breath hitched when Franco’s lips found his neck again, kissing along the sensitive skin just below his jawline. A low moan escaped Lando as he tilted his head back, giving Franco better access, urging him to continue.

The tension between them was palpable, both of them needing more. Franco’s hands moved lower, skimming down Lando’s sides, pulling at the waistband of his pants. Lando’s breath caught, his body instinctively arching toward him, as he pulled Franco back into another deep kiss.

Lando broke the kiss, gasping for air, his hands pulling at Franco’s shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin. Franco didn’t waste any time, quickly stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. Lando’s hands roamed over his chest, tracing the muscles he had only imagined touching. They shared a heated, hungry kiss, their mouths moving together as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Lando’s hands gripped Franco’s shoulders, pulling him down onto the bed, the sheets tangled beneath them. Lando’s legs wrapped around Franco’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding against him. Franco groaned, his body responding instantly, the friction between them driving him wild.

With a quiet growl, Franco moved lower, his lips trailing down Lando’s chest, kissing along the line of his collarbone, his breath hot against Lando’s skin. Lando shivered, his hands pushing at Franco’s hair, urging him to continue. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Franco kissed his way down, finally reaching Lando’s stomach, pausing for a moment to glance up at him, his eyes dark with desire.

“You okay?” Franco murmured, his voice low and rough.

Lando nodded, his breath ragged. “More than okay.”

Franco didn’t waste a second. His lips found the sensitive skin of Lando’s lower abdomen, and Lando couldn’t help but gasp. His body tensed in response, his hands fisting the sheets, his mind buzzing with the intensity of the moment.

Franco’s hands continued to explore, pushing aside the final barriers between them, his touch demanding and precise. Lando’s head fell back into the pillows, his breath coming faster, louder as he lost himself in the sensations coursing through him. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of heat through his body, and all he could do was moan, letting Franco guide him.

As the intensity grew, their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, each movement as a dance of desire. Lando’s moans filled the room, punctuated by Franco’s heavy movements, the sound of their connection echoing between them. They were both completely consumed, the rest of the world forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

Eventually, the pace slowed, their movements becoming more languid, more intimate. Franco’s lips returned to Lando’s, this time soft and tender, as though savoring the closeness between them. Lando kissed him back just as gently, his hands running through Franco’s hair, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their chests heaving as they gazed at each other. The tension had eased, replaced by a soft, quiet intimacy that wrapped around them like a blanket.

Lando smiled, his fingers tracing the line of Franco’s jaw. “That was… incredible.”

Franco chuckled, his eyes softening.

They lay together in silence for a while. Lando’s head rested on Franco’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and Franco’s arm wrapped around Lando, pulling him closer.

It was the kind of quiet moment that made everything else feel insignificant. Just two people, tangled up in each other, finding a kind of peace that neither of them had expected. It wasn’t about the race, or the pressure, or the world outside. It was just them, and that was enough.

[thebeatles-world]

Lights will guide you home

A Liam Payne tribute imagine 🫶🕊️❤️‍🩹

Y/N reacts to Liam Payne’s death on October 16, 2024:

It didn’t seem real. The headline flashing on your phone didn’t make sense, not now, not ever. Liam Payne dies at 31. You read it over and over, your hands shaking, trying to comprehend what was happening. You felt your chest tighten, like all the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out, leaving you gasping for breath.

“No… no, no, no, this can’t be happening,” you whispered to yourself, tears already welling in your eyes. Your mind raced with memories—those nights spent listening to his music, watching interviews where his laugh lit up the screen, scrolling through his social media just to catch a glimpse of his life. He’d been such a constant presence, someone who always felt within reach, yet so far away.

You collapsed onto the couch, clutching your phone to your chest as sobs overtook you. You didn’t know Liam personally, but in so many ways, he had been there for you. During your hardest moments, his songs had been your escape, his voice your comfort. Now, he was gone, and the world felt a little darker, a little quieter.

The messages started pouring in—friends who knew how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. But no amount of words could fill the void his loss left in your heart.

As the hours passed, you found yourself scrolling through old photos and videos, watching his smile, hearing his voice, as if holding onto those moments could bring him back. But all it did was remind you of what the world had lost, what you had lost—a source of light, of joy, now dimmed forever.

“I miss you already,” you whispered through your tears, staring at a photo of him smiling brightly. “I wish you knew how much you meant to all of us.”

The night seemed endless, and you knew that the pain of losing him would take time to heal. But somehow, in the quiet of your room, with his music softly playing in the background, you felt a sliver of peace. He might be gone, but the memories, the music, and the love—those would never fade.