#au preference

[exoticarmy127]

Choose only one; high school au or college au?? ;)

Definitely college Au ☺️

[chrissysmith257]

I Am So Excited for the Next Part of My Titanic Series

I have so many tabs open on my Google Chrome, each containing (besides this one and another) facts on the Titanic.

I have Titanic’s soundtrack playing to get me in the mood, and Harry’s is already finished. I’m working on Liam’s and he is such a cutie pie.

Ugh. I am so proud of this installment!

I hope I can finish it tonight, but if not, I’ll definitely post it tomorrow night. I am just too excited for your reactions, Lovelies!

~ Chrissy

[chrissysmith257]

About Preference {15}

I have decided that there will be a Part 2, but they don’t hate you to cover up the fact that they actually are in love with you. I have a feeling that it will rub some people the wrong way. I will keep the reason why they are acting mean towards Y/N a secret, and you, Lovelies, will know why he hates Y/N once the preference is posted sometime next week!

However, I will eventually be making a spin-off series based on this preference at a later date; this is for those who wanted it to become a series instead of just having a part 2. In the spin-off series, Y/N will be newly adopted (no matter the age) by the boy’s family, and he’s mean to her because he is actually in love with her.

I hope this clears up any confusion and makes everyone happy!

Please, tell me what you think! This blog is for you, Lovelies, not just for me, so I want your input!

[stairwaytocastiel]

hello yes, i am in need of the angstiest (yet romantic) destiel fic anyone can find. i will pay u back in love, internet hugs, and idk maybe a shoutout even tho i definitely have less followers than you?? pleaseeeee.

[holdontill-ifinishthisimagine]

kids preference.

Luke: you guys would be in bed finally getting to sleep when your baby girl starts crying, you begin to roll out of bed and Luke stops you. "babe I'll get it you sleep." he whispers. he gets up and carefully pads into the nursery and picks her up. you hear him "shhhh'ing her and trying to get her to go back to sleep but its absolutely impossible she just keeps crying. "come on u/d/n please go to sleep" he groans but its still no use. "I KNOW YOU'RE TIRED OKAY? PLEASE JUST STOP CRYING AND SLEEP." he sort of yells. five minutes pass and she still hasn't stopped crying. Luke wlaks back into the bedroom with her in his arms and whispers, "babe help me please..." when you take her from him he whines," why does she hate me so much y/n?" "she doesn't hate you Luke... " "but she stops crying when you hold her..." "I birthed her... I would hope so." "But I fertilized her!!!!!!" he groans, causing you to laugh. "did try singing to her?" he would just look completely dumbfounded like why didnt I think of that. so you hand her back to him and he begins to sing hearts upon our sleeve. she stops cryin when she hears his voice and eventually falls asleep. Luke comes back to the room doing some sort of dance. "BABE I ACTUALLY DID IT!!!!!" He says jumping up and down.

calum: its your little boys first day of v-pk and you drive him to school and walk him to class. You walk into the class room and shake the teachers hand as you introduce y/s/n. " bye y/s/n I'm going to pick you up later okay?" you ask him. he excitedly shakes his head yes and run off to play with the other boys in the class. before you leave you give your phone number to the teacher in case she needs anything. a few hours later you get a call asking for you to come pic him up. "may I ask why?" you reply. " he is currently staniding on top of the train tunnel completely naked shaking his hips in front of god and everyone." she laughs... "oh my god im so sorry ill be right there." "CAAAAALLLUUUMMMMM!!!!!!" you yell. "yes?" " YOUR SON, is currently butt ass naked and shaking his ass inf front of his entire school on the playground." you chuckle. "I've obviously done my job." he laughs. "and why is he only my son when hes naked?"

Michael: your kid would be the super badass kid that has fucking highlighter hair, and would sneak out to parties and shit. But he meets this girl whos like a ballerina and doesnt really go to parties, and he falls desperately in love with her. so like he would bring her over to meet you and Mike and be like "mom please don't be.... blech and dad... go brush your hair for christ sake... pleeeeeaaaaassssssss. I really need her to like me...." and he like protects her at school and walks her home to make sure shes safe, and it would be like some sort of ' A Walk To Remember" type shit where he like completely changes his attitude bc he's so in love. (minus the cancer part bc J.G Feels.)

Ashton: you would be just getting home from work and you would hear the sound of drums coming from inside the house, and be like " oh christ the kid.." and like rush to get inside but when you get into the music room you just find Ash holding her and letting her beat on the droms with one of the bajillion pairs of sticks he has. so you just watch from the window as she played. every now and then he would play along with her and create a really unique beat.

[paynesticks-blog]

so I did an AU preference but I broke it into parts and Louis' didn't turn out good so i did Niall's and it's pretty good so i'm gonna post it soon and you guys tell me if I should do the others like idk I'm doubtful but you guys can change my mind yay

[inkyblackbowtie]

AU: Life-Savers

Liam: You didn't even smell the smoke. The next thing you knew it was seeping underneath your door. You opened it to find flames engulfing your hallway. No escape. You opened your street facing window to find a crowd gathering to watch the building burn. You heard sirens and saw a firetruck screech into place in front of your building. People were pouring out of the front door below, it seemed everyone made it but you. Screams were heard, but not yours. You were too high up. The crown below drowned out your cries for help. Liam heard you though. He found your figure half hanging out your window for fresh air. A fierce determination in his eyes, he secured his helmet and went in after you. He was stopped at the door by his superior. You'll never make it to her in time, he said just with a touch on his shoulder. Liam shrugged him off and went in anyway. You saw him enter the building and uttered a prayer. You stood by the window waiting for your only hope. He found you next to your window covered in a wet blanket. Smart girl, he thought. He secured his oxygen mask over your face then picked you up and swaddled you in your blankets tighter. You were still breathing, but this building was about to go down. He escaped with you in his arms mere moments before you would have been obliterated in your apartment. Once outside, he uncovered your face, so thankful to have saved your beautiful face. Your hand gripped his tighter on your way into consciousness.

Louis: His heart raced with the adrenaline flowing, like it always did when he got another call. This time is was a car accident. Two people were hurt, a man and a woman. On the scene, he found the man pacing next to the woman who, he assumed, the man had pulled from the car. The man escaped with just a few cuts and bruises, but his nerves were frayed. The woman was definitely in a worse condition. His heart broke at the sight of her, like it always did. This time, though, it was a little different. He hadn't expected her to be so beautiful. Strapped onto the stretcher and holding her hand when she reached out for him, the need for her to survive was overwhelming. Her heart rate was stable, but she was so broken and fragile. He didn't even know her, yet wanted to weep... You were in the hospital still, even though it had been weeks since your accident. Your boyfriend escaped fine, but you had a long road til recovery. Your boyfriend broke it off after the first week in the hospital. He claimed caring for you was too much to handle. You now had a broken heart to go along with your broken ribs. Everyday, though, the paramedic who brought you to the hospital stopped by. He would just pop in for a second to check on you, at first, but then he would begin to stay longer. You learned his name was Louis. He began to bring you flowers. He sat and held your hand and just talked with you every day. He helped you with your physical therapy and the retraining of your body. Once you fully recovered, you were more than ready to walk down the aisle with the man who saved your life, but also your heart.

Niall: Every year your family would visit soup kitchens to help serve those in need during the holidays. Every week in November and December, you chose a different one to help. There was one that became special to you that year. This kitchen was different. It was alive with laughter and merriment. You came to find out it was because of a special boy who volunteered there. His laugh could be heard in every room, his smile contagious. As he stood and served, he talked with the people, listened to their stories. He got to know them and become friends with them. He treated them with respect. He loved them. He played with the little children and brought them gifts. He was so generous with his time. The head of the kitchen said that Saturdays were the most popular night because they knew he'd be here. He noticed you there every week because you now ditched your family and only worked at this one. He showed you around. He taught you how to cook all of the meals. He held your hand and introduced you to his new friends. You were slowly falling in love with a boy who showed so much love to everyone he met.

Zayn: You had been chatting up the handsome man behind you while you were at the bank. His name was Zayn and he had the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen. He was asking for your phone number when a gun shot rang out. A bank heist. You thought they had only happened in movies. You never in a million years thought you'd witness one. The police arrived and it turned into a hostage situation. Zayn dragged you beside him and kept you half behind his body, protecting you. A fierce look came into his eyes. His mouth set into a hard line. If the situation had been any different, you might have kissed him then. They crooks became desperate. They made you line up in a row. They decided they were going to start shooting hostages. The gun pointed at you, you closed your eyes in fear. A shot was heard, but you felt no pain. Zayn had jumped in front of you and taken a bullet to the shoulder. You crouched down beside him and added pressure to his wound. The police had taken that as their cue to storm in and take down the criminals. Zayn was rushed to the hospital to take care of his shoulder, with you by his side. "When this is all done and over with, would you like to go out sometime?" he said on the way to the hospital. "Any man who takes a bullet for me is more than welcome to let me take him out on a date." you smiled back and kissed his cheek.

Harry: You taught art at a youth facility in your neighborhood. It was for kids who didn't have a place to go while their parents worked, or it provided something to do instead of getting into trouble on the streets. You always left the door to your classroom open because the man who taught the music class next to you had the most beautiful voice. His singing inspired some of your favorite pieces. Every day he'd walk by your doorway and wink on his way out of the building. One day, he actually stopped by. "What you're doing for these kids is great, you know." he praised. Startled, you kept your eye on your canvas. "I could say the same to you. Music saved me once." you admitted. He smiled that dimpled smirk of his and walked around to look at the kids artwork. He showered them with words of admiration and encouragement. Then, he winked that wink of his and left. The next day he could be heard singing love songs of all kinds. He kept that up for weeks. He stopped by again after class. "What inspired your painting today?" he asked. "Your voice." you answered honestly, "It's always your voice." He blushed and invited you to join his class any time. The next day you visited and watched him with the little kids. You watched him help their tiny fingers find the right note on their tiny instruments. You watched them beam when he gave them a compliment or a smile. You understood why these kids came back to hang with him every day. He was their age, he got to know them, and shared his talents with them. You often wondered if there was anything he couldn't do.

** I really hope that these two prefs made up for me being a fabulous prankster... And I'm sorry if these turned out a little weird, but I liked them. Let me know what you think of the whole shebang. ;) - Maili **