Ok I got a request to do a dirty preference and here it is.
YOU UNINTENTIONALLY SAY SOMETHING DIRTY
Niall: "Everybody, burger or hot dog?" Niall looks up from the grill and waves his spatula in the air, giving you a smile. "Burger, I'll help you," Liam replies, jumping from his chair to help the Mullingar boy. "I want a wiener!" Louis chirps with a laugh. "Burger and a Hotdog," Harry chimes, elbowing Lou playfully. "I'll just have some pasta salad and fries," Zayn yawns, leaning back in the hammock. You and Niall had had the boys over for a backyard barbeque at the new place, and so far it'd been pretty fun. "I'll take a wiener also, I love big wieners," you say innocently, taking a sip of soda. The boys all burst into laughter and Liam shakes his head with mild amusement. "What?" you ask curiously. You think back on what you just said. "Oh," you snort, joining the laughter. "(Y/N) likes big wieners, spread the word," Harry teases. "Good thing she does," Niall jokes, waggling his eyebrows. "You're all ass holes!" you laugh, tossing burger buns at Harry and Niall.
Harry: "This dough is mean!" you whine, tossing the rolling pin down in frustration. You and Harry had decided to make pizza (from scratch) and the dough was certainly not easy to roll out. "Why's the dough mean?" Harry looks up from where he's slicing tomatoes and laughs. "Because it's so hard," you frown, whacking at the pile of dough with the rolling pin. This dough was not going to be turned into a flat rolling pin without some serious muscle. "I'll roll it," he says simply, turning around. "But it's so hard," you warn him, handing him the rolling pin. "That's what she said," he says under his breath, biting back a smirk. "What's what she said? 'It's so har-Oh," you roll your eyes and tap him lightly with the rolling pin. "Way to turn my innocent pizza dough talk into a 'that's what she said' joke, Styles."
Zayn: "Crap! No umbrella!" you shriek, as rain begins to downpour on you and Zayn. You'd both gone on a walk around the neighborhood and the sky had been sunny and bright. Looks like the weather had a change of plans. "Run!" Zayn shouts, grabbing your hand. The two of you laugh and run through the sidewalk, arriving back home in soaking wet clothes with soaking wet hair. As soon as you two are inside, Zayn slides off his soaked tank top and frowns at his hair in the mirror. "God, I'm so wet," you moan, wringing out your dripping hair in a towel. "Wet as in 'wet from the rain' or wet because I look really hot without a shirt on," he laughs, raising his eyebrow. "Cute," you reply, tossing your towel at his back. "I'm going in the shower, feel free to join me."
Liam: "What kind of candy are you going to get?" Niall asks, happily leading the way into the famous Dylan's Candy Bar in NYC. You'd been tagging along with the boys on tour, being Liam's girlfriend and all, and once the boys found out about this place they knew they HAD to go when they were in town. Niall especially wanted to go, but all the boys looked really excited. "I'm getting gummy bears!" Harry sings, him and Louis walking over to the giant display. "I want to get gumballs," you smile, leaning against Liam's shoulder. "I love balls," you sing jokingly, scooping a bunch of pink and blue gumballs into a bag. Liam bites back a smile and shakes his head, Niall laughs. "I mean, I love GUMballs. Gum. Gumballs," you say after a moment, your cheeks turning pink. "Right," Niall teases, raising an eyebrow. "Anyways, what kind of balls are you getting?" Liam jokes, nodding towards the bag in your hand. "Bubblegum and Blue Raspberry," you reply, sticking out your tongue.
Louis: "Here's some popcorn, love," Louis plops down in the chair next to you and holds out a warm cup of popcorn, you take a piece gratefully. "Thanks, Lou," you reply, snuggling up in your jumper. The two of you had decided to go to a soccer game, or 'football' as he called it. Get it in! Get it in!" you cheer, watching your favorite soccer team kick the ball towards the goal. "That's what she said," Louis sings, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Lou!" you laugh, slapping his arm playfully. "You're the one who said it!" he chuckles, shaking his head. "You're the one that made it sound dirty!" you reply. "I didn't MAKE it sound dirty, you said it and it sounded that way," he protests, chewing. "Fine, it does sound kind of dirty," you admit. "I'll shout 'Go Team!' instead. Happy?" He shrugs and looks back to the game. "Nah, it's more fun hearing you talk dirtily," he teases, waggling his eyebrows.
Qotd: Favorite ship of all time?
Mine would have to be Sciles (Scott and Stiles from Teen Wolf)