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40+ Up: Ban Ji Yeon (Witch’s Romance)

Mammoth

Something banged hard on the other side of the door, shifting it slightly in its frame, causing the shelf stood against the wall to rattle and the pictures hanging there to swing. Something else made noise on the other side of the door, on the outside of the darkened room; the clattering of metal on metal. There was a pause, then the door swung open inwards at speed, and right behind it came two forms, though to look at them it would be easy to confuse them for one.

Deeks held Kensi close to him, their chests pressed as close as it was possible to be as he carried her across the threshold and into the cabin. Her legs were up, wrapped tight around his waist, her hands desperately in his shaggy golden curls. Their mouths were crushed hungrily together, and frantic heavy breaths tried hard to force themselves around the corner of the pair’s lips.  They tracked thick layers of loose snow onto the heavy carpet as they stepped further into the dark cabin.

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“Don’t do that. Stop doing that.”
“What?”
“This. Being all concerned over me. Being protective. Hugging me.”
“Why? I hate to see you all angry and sad!”

I’ve been mad on Moo Bin throughout the episode but this, finally, gave justice to everything. FINALLY!!! 💘

Assassin: Chapter Four (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up. But it’s here now, and that’s all that matters. Wrong Loves My Company is next for sure ! Love guys and thank you for always being amazing.

Warnings: Smut (;

Word Count: 3717

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

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Saw your face, heard your name. Gotta get with you.

(Eponine to Cosette probably)

Imagine You Impregnate The Mayor's Son

(A/N: I know this blog is called “imagineyourepregnant” but I remember one of the mods saying it was okay to send in about impregnating someone… I think? Whatever. I wrote two endings to this, a “good” one and a “bad” one. Ending 1 is the one where they end up together, and Ending 2 is where they… Don’t. I couldn’t decide which I liked more so I’m sending in both. Ending 1 is a lot longer, but Ending 2 is less cheesy. Take your pick!)

You lived in a small town as a post boy, delivering the milk from your parent’s farm to people. Every day you walked by the mayor’s house and her youngest son ran out to flirt with you. He’d always been that way, ever since you two had been in elementary together. You were always a year apart and he was always trying to get with you.

You weren’t the only one he was after, but it was mainly between you and the butcher’s son, neither of whom his mothers approved of. However, out of decency, you talked to him and listened to his flirtations. His tall skinny body was perfect for, well… And that soft blond hair… It didn’t matter that he was a cute boy, but if you even thought of laying a finger on him your life could be ruined. So you avoided it no matter how much you wanted to give in.

However, today was different. The usually bubbly childlike boy had been replaced by a pouting child. You weren’t sure how to ask what was wrong, however he didn’t even say hello before complaining.

“My moms are making me get married to some ugly guy from the next town over. Everyone knows I want to get with the butcher’s kid, and yet here we are with me being engaged for politics!” He crossed his arms, his pout only getting more defined and obvious.

You were almost offended about not being mentioned in the possible suitors list, even if you knew it would be bad for you to be on this list. Plus, the butcher’s son was a jerk, and if your flirtacious friend would only understand that you were clearly the better choice…

“What if… You got knocked up before the first time you meet him? No way that some ugly guy would want to marry you for power if you were already pregnant with someone else.” You suggested like it was no big deal as you slipped the mail into the slot.

His pretty jewel blue eyes widened, and his pout quickly turned to a big grin. “You… You think that’d work?” He asked, to which you nodded. You told him to meet you at the farm after dark, in the cow’s barn. He’d been over a few times when you were kids, so you knew he knew what to do.

Around seven you told your parents you were going on a walk, and made your way over to the barn. You sat down on a bale of hay, and it wasn’t too long before your friend knocked on the barn door and walked in. It was almost too hot outside to be doing anything like this, but you were sure that you had to do this.

He was completely shameless it seemed, immediately running in and tackling with a big kiss. You didn’t know if it was his first, but he wasn’t that great at it so you assumed it was. It didn’t matter because you had one job: to get your friend so knocked up you would be the only option for him.

You hadn’t done this often or anything, but you had done some heavy make-outs before and you didn’t imagine this would be that different. You deepened the kiss, much to his surprise, pulling him closer to grind gently against him. It felt good, and apparently he was already excited because you felt his pussy get wet. It was really hot (both figuratively and literally), and your fingers ran their way down to caress him under his clothes.

He was obviously ready before he even got here, because his boxers were soaking wet. You reached down into his boxers to feel him, quickly grinding harder against him as you broke the kiss. He was surprised when you did, looking at you with the most adorable confused look in his eyes.

You wondered if you should move, since right now he was riding on top of you and you weren’t sure he’d be up to doing that. But you figured you’d ask.

“Uh… Do you want to ride me or…?” You asked, unbuttoning in your pants. He nodded, giving you a sweet smile as he took off his pants and boxers. You slid your boxers off, your body surprised that it was the same temperature outside your pants as it was inside. However, you knew it would be even warmer inside him.

He got on your lap, his belly up against the head of your cock. It felt good, and you knew it was going to get even better.

“I just… Didn’t think it’d be so… Big…” He blushed after saying that, and you could swear you’d never seen him blush before. He didn’t seem the type, but you didn’t think he was the type to agree to get out of a marriage by getting knocked up.

After more sweaty, half-naked makeouts, you finally worked yourself up to finger him. It was… Really warm in there. It felt almost too hot, but you knew you had to do this (though it really couldn’t imagine it would be that bad). He made a few little noises as you got him ready, and it was becoming more and more obvious he hadn’t done this before, ouside of maybe masturbation. But even that seemed unlikely at this point.

His pussy was aching to have something put in it, his juices running over your cock for natural lube. You gripped his hips and pulled down a bit, just so your tip would go in. He looked shocked, his skinny body almost shaking as he put his arms around your neck. You kissed him, something he seemed to like a lot.

He moaned softly as you pulled him closer down to the base of yourself, smiling at the compliment. It felt really really good for you too, and you had to admit you were glad to have your first time with him. He’d been crushing on you since he knew what a crush was, but you’d never been able to admit you liked him back.

He shoved himself down on your cock, which was surprising to you. It wasn’t long til you were teaching him how to ride you, your bodies syncing up as he moved up and down on you. Your lips already felt sore from how much he was biting and playing with them.

Even before he knew he was close to cumming, you could feel it in his body. You broke the kiss and flipped him over on the tightly packed hay, a gasp coming from his mouth as you began pounding into him. Your new lover was quick to cum, his orgasm face one of the best you’d ever even imagined. You continued to thrust into him, before cumming hard inside him. You released when you were the deepest in, hot cum splattering all inside him.

You felt like collapsing on top of him, however you decided to sit up next to him. It wasn’t obvious to you, but he was super fertile and you’d just gotten him pregnant. You rubbed his belly for a moment, wondering if this was even going to work.

“Let’s… Try again… Just in case…” You said through tired breaths, to with he happily nodded despite the fact he was exhausted. You fucked again and again, before he tiredly put his clothes on and left.

Ending 1:


You two decided to meet up three more times just to make sure that he was pregnant, and by the time his suitor came to talk, he was obviously pregnant. The man declined marrying someone so disgraceful. You heard the stories about how the mayor’s youngest had gotten knocked up before he could get married off, and how distraught his mothers were. How they were thinking of kicking him out of the family. You knew that couldn’t happen, since this was your fault.

It wasn’t long before you decided to work up the courage to ask for your new lover’s hand in marriage. You sat down with both the mayor and her wife, and though it was the scariest moment of your life, they begrudgingly accepted your offer. It wasn’t like they had anything better to do with him.

Your parent supported this new life for you, since they had nobody they wanted you to marry. They even gave you your grandmother’s wedding ring to propose with. It wasn’t the most expensive ring, but it had always meant a lot to you so you gladly accepted it.

You invited him out to the countryside to “get his mind off of all this”. He gladly accepted. You met him under a large oak tree on your parent’s property, almost proud to see how big he’d gotten. He was less than 3 months and he had a beautiful belly on him already.

After a while of just sitting, chatting, and you rubbing his stomach, you decided that it was time for you to propose. You didn’t get down on one knee or anything, you just asked while you sat next to him.

“I asked your moms about this whole thing, and… About something else too. They said yes but… It’s your answer that matters most. He looked confused as you pulled out the ring, and even more confused when you popped the question. His eyes quickly teared up as a hand covered his mouth.

“O-oh my god… Yes. A thousand times yes.” He hugged you as best as he could with the bugling belly he had, quickly accepting the ring with a big smile on his face.

The two of you were so excited to get married you hardly waited. It was less than a month after your proposal, a small wedding was arranged. Your family’s side was packed, but his was sorely lacking. The mayor and her wife showed up, despite their obvious disapproval of this whole thing. It was a cute little ceremony, his suit custom fitted for his pregnancy.

You watched over him for the following months, though you could hardly resist rubbing his stomach (with both your hands and your cock). It was an amazing time, like to love as well, and everything just felt like it was falling into place.

It seemed your new husband loved being pregnant, because less than a few hours after birthing your first three children he wanted to bang again. This continued and continued, your parents happy with the numerous grandchildren they were getting from their eldest child. And you were happy with your loving, always pregnant husband.

Ending 2:

As it turns out, the man that he was supposed to marry WASN’T turned off by his suitor being hugely pregnant, and in fact thought that was hot as hell. He loved the way his new fiancee looked with a bulging belly, even if the children inside weren’t his. The deal worked out and he was married, and you don’t remember seeing the mayor’s youngest son anything but pregnant ever again.

anonymous asked:

Mutual pining or 'one party has never really thought about it, but /wow/'?

There is absolutely nothing on this earth that comes close to mutual pining. Love at first sight is nice, and the slowburn kindling of affection and romance is fine, but nothing beats the delicious agony of suffering in silence through affection you brush off as “only friendly” from someone who you think would never look to you for more.

with bonus hits such as:

  • trying to be grateful to be part of their life at all as you viciously repress the part of you that wants more
  • both desperate for and dreading their physical (platonic) touch
  • when the plot does that convoluted unbelievable thing that forces two people who Are Definitely Not Into Each Other That Way into even closer proximity
  • the ecstatic rush when they finally fucking makeout jesus christ why did that take fifty chapters (but also, you couldn’t have taken it if there were fewer chapters, if the agony had ended any sooner it wouldn’t have been so good)
  • MUTUAL PINING

After 10 books we finally got a Percabeth makeout session…in front of Piper…who didn’t look away. She just stood there awkwardly waiting for them to finish.

anonymous asked:

maggie said that the fourth raven cycle book is going to be called "RAVEN CYCLE IV: CHILDREN WITH LARGE BANK ACCOUNTS FINALLY GET WHAT’S COMING TO THEM". We all know what that means: gansey and blue finally have the makeout session thats like 12 books late

YE EAHH  HHAAHAHA “FINALLY GET WHATS COMING TO THEM” YOU MMEAN INNER PEACE AND HAPPINESS AND SELF LOVE??? ?? RIGHT???? 

THE TIP-OFF: YOUR PERFECT VALENTINE’S DAY LIP

This holiday brings out the boldness in all of us.

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IF YOU JUST MET ON TINDER… Kat Von D Studded Kiss Lipstick in Backstage Bambi
Sure, you don’t know his last name or what he does for a living, but you’re not going to let those details stop you from having a little fun. This fearless pop of hot pink will keep your lips supple with powerful antioxidants infused in its budge-proof formula. It gives off a subtle crème brûlée scent that’s sure to captivate your date. Pro tip: When he asks what you’re wearing that smells so sweet, say it’s just your natural aroma, kiss him gently on the lips, and then run off into the night.

IF YOUR MOM SET YOU UP… Bite Butter Cream Lipstick in Caramel
On the one hand, his Facebook profile picture is really cute. On the other hand, your mom met him in her Singles’ Baking Club. You’re about to meet either the man of your chocolate chip–speckled dreams…or a boring weirdo. It’s just really too close to call here. Since you might have to cut and run, go with a low-maintenance, neutral look. You’ll still look as great as you would in a brighter color, and if the date is a bust, at least you’ll be treating your lips to a healthy dose of antiaging resveratrols.  

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IF YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIENDS… SEPHORA COLLECTION Luster Matte Long-Wear Lip Color in Electra-Pink
It’s never a dull moment when you’re with your girls and you’re all wearing these lip color hybrids. The formula applies like a gloss but dries matte with a lustrous sheen. The contoured applicator tip precisely paints on color while the formula’s rosehip seed oil nourishes lips. Perhaps best of all, it’s seriously long-wearing. It will stick with you through dinner and drinks, subsequent turns at the karaoke mic, and finally, your last-call makeout sesh with a dud named Chad.

IF YOU’RE SEEING THE EX… Marc Jacobs Beauty Le Marc Lip Crème in Goddess
Irresistible. Classically beautiful. Those are just a couple of things your ex says about you, the one who got away. The cocoa butter–infused formula delivers a luxurious, rich dose of pigment. It’s so long-wearing you won’t need to reapply, though you’ll still want to periodically pull it out to show off its chic bullet as you roll your eyes at whatever your ex is talking about. All the shades are designed around the styles of famous women icons who have inspired Marc Jacobs through the years. It’s the best thing to wear when you’re letting that jerk buy you an expensive dinner and then not kissing him goodnight.

SHOP LIP PRODUCTS >

They Don’t Know About Us by @josjournal
Pairing: Zayn/Liam
Rating: T


Zayn ducked his head to watch the sign as Liam drove underneath it and into his home for the next six weeks. Camp Inspiration was printed clearly, and he felt a little thrill run through him. 

Liam let out a low whistle as they pulled into the car park in front of the main building, a glass and wood structure that loomed three stories tall. “This place is posh, Zee.” He pointed towards a gate surrounding a sparkling pool. “The lake is a couple hundred yards that way- what’s the point of a pool?”

Zayn laughed. “I don’t know. I just hope they put as much money into their supplies and equipment as they did the buildings and amenities.”

Liam stopped the car, turning his body to look at Zayn. “At least I know you’ll be comfortable. Not like the bunks I’ll be staying in that were built before the turn of the century.”

Zayn’s laugh echoed inside of the car, although it felt a bit forced as he thought of Liam having to sleep somewhere other than beside him. “It’s not that bad. Plus, you’ll just be across the lake and we have the same days off.” He grabbed Liam’s hand, squeezing. “I’ll still miss you, but this is so great.”

Zayn had been dreading the summer hols, to be honest. He’d grown used to sharing a room, a bed, with Liam, the total-stranger-turned-best-friend-turned-boyfriend, over the last school year. He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle going the entire hols without seeing him. Then they’d found job postings for summer camp counselors at camps that were directly across a small lake from each other.

Camp Funoverwin was a footie camp where kids spent the summer honing their skills, a perfect fit for Liam, star of the uni team. Camp Inspiration was a fine arts camp with a wide variety of disciplines. Zayn would be working with the artists in the morning and writers in the afternoons. They would both be off on Sundays and Wednesdays while the campers were attended to by other staff members. They were both eager to see what the kids at their respective camps were capable of.

“You’re practically vibrating, love,” Liam said, chuckling. He leaned over to press a kiss to Liam’s cheek. “Go. I’ll talk to you as soon as the rugrats are asleep.”

“I love you, Li,” Zayn said, kissing him quickly before getting out of the car. He waited for Liam to pop the boot, having already agreed that Liam wouldn’t get out of the car, it would make leaving even more difficult for both of them.
Once Zayn had his bags out, he closed the boot, rapping his fist on it twice. Liam pulled away, one hand out the window.  Zayn kept waving until Liam turned out of sight.

“Your boyfriend?” someone asked. Zayn turned to face a curvy boy with short hair that fell over his eyes. Zayn nodded. “His arm seemed right fit.” They both laughed. “I’m Louis. Musical Theatre.”

“Zayn. Art and Creative Writing,” he said, holding out a hand.

Louis rolled his eyes, using the hand to pull Zayn into a hug. “We’re family here. That’s the second rule of Camp Inspiration.”

“What the first rule?” Zayn asked as he shouldered his bags, falling into step with Louis.

“There is no fraternizing with any of the muscleheads from Camp Funoverwin.”

***

Liam drove around the lake, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the radio. He was sad to have left Zayn behind, but he was excited to arrive at camp. He’d attended this camp as a kid, learning all of the skills he’d used throughout his life to move from recreation ball to playing on the school team until now where he plays for the university and is being scouted regularly by pro teams. He owed a lot to that place, so when the opportunity to work there arose, he couldn’t pass it up. Especially with the added bonus of having Zayn so close.

It didn’t seem as if anything had changed in the years since he’d been a camper. Liam wondered if his initials were still carved into the underside of the bench on the main field. He pulled his bags out of the car before heading into the main building.

“As I live and breathe!” Liam looked towards the voice, confusion twisting his face at the blonde lad who hobbled over to him, bright smile on his face, blue eyes twinkling. “Liam Payne! How’ve ye been, mate?”

“Fine,” he responded, eyebrows raised as he tried to comb through his memory for this face. The boy laughed loudly, slapping Liam on the shoulder, bringing an image to the forefront of his mind: a smaller version of this lad with crooked teeth and darker hair. “Niall Horan.” He pulled the boy into a hug. “How the hell are ya?”

“Good. Good. Well, except for the knee.” He gestured down, and Liam winced when he saw the scar running from his upper leg over his knee to his shin. “Lucky the camp agreed to hire me back this year despite the injury.”

“Not your first year, then?”

“I never left. First year I was too old to camp, I became a counselor-in-training. Did that until I was able to be a full counselor. Now, I’m a head counselor. Plan the schedules and such. Let me show you to your cabin,” Niall said, attempting to grab one of the bags, shrugging when Liam refused to give it up.

“So, I have you to thank for my Sundays and Wednesdays, then?” Liam asked.
Niall nodded. “Those work out alright?I can change them-”

“No. It’s perfect,” Liam said. He started to mention Zayn, but Niall started pointing things out.

“You probably remember most of these buildings, but we have a couple new cabins, one you’re assigned to,” Niall told him, “with air conditioning.”

“You read your official rules and all of that, yeah?” Niall asked, smiling when Liam nodded. “‘Course you did. You always were big on rules. Now for the unofficial rules. No one touches my food.” Liam laughed, remembering being poked by a fork more than once as a kid when he’d attempted just that. “And absolutely no interaction with those twats across the lake.”

Liam felt a rock drop from his throat into his stomach, splashing stomach acid, nearly making him groan in pain. “Twats across the lake?”

“Yeah, those geeks over at Camp Inspiration,” Niall explained, pointing across the lake. Liam followed his finger and saw two people walking, just silhouettes in the sun. Liam couldn’t help imagining that one of the two figures he saw walking along the shore was Zayn.

***

Zayn sat on the edge of the dock, legs dangling over. He had his phone in his hand, frowning at Liam’s equally unhappy image. “I feel like we’re trapped in a Shakespeare play,” he groused.

“Just no killing ourselves at the end of the week, yeah?” Liam joked, sadly. He sighed when Zayn didn’t even crack a smile. “They’re a bunch of idiots for not giving you lot a chance. They don’t know how special you are.” Zayn smiled slightly in response to that. 

“Tell me about your campers,” Zayn finally said, his smile growing as Liam started talking about the kids in his cabin. 

Liam’s face grew concerned as he talked about one boy: Carter. “The other boys tease him because he’s really quiet. I tried talking to him, but he just shrugged his shoulders, and went back to running drills.”

“He any good?” Zayn wondered, thinking maybe he had a father who felt any son of his had to play sports.

“That’s the thing, he’s probably the best in my cabin. On the pitch, everyone loves him. Off the pitch, they tease him like crazy, but he just ignores them.” Liam frowned before shaking his head, a smile appearing on his face. “Your turn.”

“They’re all pretty quiet, but there’s one who is a handful. Jared’s already been in trouble for climbing the side of the main building to attempt a cannonball into the pool. No concern for life or limb, that one. I distracted him a bit after dinner with a football that someone managed to sneak into my duffle.” He gave Liam a pointed look, smiling at the innocent one he got in return. “That lasted until the other kids started jeering at him for being a ‘dumb jock’.” The stormy looks that crossed Liam’s face was mirrored on Zayn’s own.

“You know who these kids remind me of?” Liam asked, and Zayn nodded.

When Zayn and Liam had first been roomed together, they’d immediately hated each other, just based on preconceived notions of the dumb jock and pretentious artist. It’d taken time and many struggles before they started seeing each other as Zayn and Liam. Once they’d broken past the prejudices, they found they had a lot in common, spending many nights talking until the sun came up. Eventually, those all-night talks became all-night makeout sessions. Finally, after returning from the winter hols, Liam had told Zayn that he was in love with him, asking him to be his boyfriend. They’d been officially together ever since.

Zayn heard something behind him, his smile tight when he heard voices. “Someone’s coming. I’ve got to go,” he told Liam, who nodded sadly, but understood. “I’ll see you on Wednesday, yeah?”

“I’ll pick you up at the main gate at seven. Make sure you’re awake,” Liam teased, knowing how much Zayn liked to sleep in, but Zayn would do anything for Liam. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Zayn responded, hesitating before ending the call, his fingers remaining on the screen long after the phone shut off.

“Oops!” a voice spoke up, and Zayn turned to find Louis holding hands with a boy he recognized from the photography classes.

“Hi!” the boy said, releasing Louis’ hand to offer his to Zayn. “I’m Harry. Photography. You’re Zayn. Art and Creative Writing.”

“Yes and yes. Nice to meet you,” Zayn said, standing, smiling as Harry and Louis linked hands again. “You two are cute. I’ll let you have the dock.”

“That your boyfriend you were talking to?” Louis asked. Zayn nodded. “Sorry to have interrupted.”

“No worries, I’ll see him in a couple of days,” Zayn responded, smiling at Louis and Harry who seemed to have already forgotten he was there.

***

Zayn was already waiting when Liam arrived on Wednesday morning, pulling the car door open before Liam could even completely stop the car. “Eager?” Liam asked, laughing against Zayn’s lips. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” Zayn said, burying his face in Liam’s neck, inhaling deeply. When he pulled away, he started tugging at Liam’s jumper.

“Zayn, we’re in public,” Liam said, smacking at Zayn’s hands.

“I know. I’m wearing yours, and you’re wearing mine,” Zayn said, tossing his hoodie at Liam. “I want to sleep with your smell. I can’t sleep without you.”

Liam blinked back tears. “I know, love.” He slipped his jumper off, handing it to Zayn before replacing it with Zayn’s, smiling as Zayn slipped Liam’s shirt over his head. “So, how is Jared doing?”

“You remembered?” They hadn’t had a chance to talk since the first night, just quick texts throughout the day. Liam rolled his eyes at Zayn. “He’s still being a bit of a hellraiser.” Zayn shared tales of Jared getting into everyone’s hair, his energy knowing no bounds. The only thing that seemed to help was if Zayn took him out to play footie in the middle of the night while the other campers slept.

“He any good?” 

“Amazing, Li. Like, a young you, yeah?” Zayn’s voice held awe.

“Sounds like he’s at the wrong camp,” Liam said. “Think we could exchange him and Carter without people noticing?”

Zayn burst out a laugh. “Thought you said Carter was a good player?”

“He is, but he’s still not bonding with the others. Still too quiet and into himself, not in a conceited way, just a quiet way. Reminds me a little bit of you, actually.” Liam sighed. “I found him hiding out in the cabin during the bonfire last night. He was drawing in a notebook, and when I walked in, he threw the book to the floor like he didn’t want to be seen with it. Then he ran out of the cabin like the devil himself was after him.” 

“Did you look in the notebook?” Zayn asked, laughing when Liam reached into the backseat before tossing a leather bound journal into Zayn’s lap. “You didn’t give it back?”

“Tried. Carter acted like he had no idea what it was, but I saw him eyeing my bunk this morning before breakfast.” Liam looked bashful. “He’s probably going to toss it while I’m gone to find this, but after I looked inside, I had to show you.”  

Zayn opened the book, gasping when he saw the contents. There were pages of drawings. Subjects ranged from animals to scenery, but the majority of images were superheroes; some he recognized, but a number he suspected were Carter’s own creations. He laughed out loud when he opened a page to an unfinished drawing that was clearly supposed to be Liam in a footie uniform, a cape hanging off his shoulders. “Think you’re his hero,” Zayn said, showing Liam the picture, giggling when the other boy blushed. 

“Wish I could live up to that. I hate seeing him so unhappy,” Liam told Zayn.
“I understand, I feel the same way about Jared.” He flipped through the book some more. “As crazy as he gets, you should see his writing. He writes superhero stories that belong in the comics. The calmest I ever see him is when he’s writing.”

“The most alive I see Carter is on the field, but there was something different when I saw him drawing. A different energy,” Liam said. 

“Too bad we can’t get those two into the same room,” Zayn said, thoughtfully. He looked over when Liam didn’t respond, taking in the look on his face. “No. Oh no.”

“Yes,” Liam said. “Oh, yes.” He was nodding his head, a wide smile scrunching his eyes shut.

***

It was around midnight on Saturday when Zayn found himself waking a sleeping Jared, a finger pressed to his lips when the boy started to speak. Zayn tossed clothes at him, making a hurry up motion. The boy looked confused, but dressed quickly, pulling on his shoes and following Zayn out of the cabin. Once they were a distance away, heading towards the lake, Jared spoke.

“Are we going to play footy again?” he asked, glancing at the ball underneath Zayn’s arm.

“We’re going to meet some new friends,” Zayn explained. “You saw the picture of my boyfriend, Liam, yeah?” Jared nodded. “Well, he’s a counselor over at Camp Funoverwin.” Jared’s eyes grew wide. “I know. I know. So, he’s got a camper over there named Carter who the two of us think you should meet.”

“We’re not supposed to talk to them! Louis says they’re muscleheads!” Jared gasped. “Dumb jocks.”

“Do you believe all jocks are dumb?” Jared shrugged. “Do you think you’re dumb?” He shook his head. “Then not all jocks are dumb.” Zayn saw the corners of Jared’s lips quirk as they settled on the shore to wait. “In fact, Liam is pretty smart.”

After a few minutes, Zayn nudged Jared and pointed across the lake, where a light was starting to float towards them. As it drew closer, they could make out the outline of a canoe with two figures inside of it. They looked like they were arguing, and soon their voices could be heard.

“We could get into a lot of trouble for this!” the smaller of the figures shouted.

“Then, I guess you’ll have to learn to keep a secret. Just trust me, yeah?” Liam responded, and Zayn could hear the tension in his voice, see it in the set of his shoulders.

“Trust the guy who stole my notebook,” Carter snapped back. “Sure.”

“Thought you’d never seen it before,” Liam quipped, smugness evident in his voice.

They pulled up to the shore, Jared and Zayn helping to pull the canoe up far enough to keep it from floating away, while Carter stayed inside, glaring at everyone around him. “Hey, Carter. I’m Zayn. Liam’s friend,” Zayn said, remembering that Liam had said the boy didn’t know he and Zayn were a couple. He held out a hand, waiting patiently until the boy gave a huff and shook his hand. “This is Jared, one of my campers.” Zayn handed over Carter’s notebook. “I think this belongs to you.”

Carter glared at Liam as he snatched the book away. “You gave it to your friend!?” he snapped, voice incredulous. He flipped through the pages quickly, seeming satisfied that nothing was ruined.

Carter was closing the book when Jared stopped him. “You drew those?” he asked, and Carter nodded slowly, his eyes suspicious. “Those are brilliant.” He held a hand out, smiling when Carter placed it slowly in his hands. He flipped a couple of pages, stopping on a picture of a hero in a blue and black uniform, the sides of his helmet were twisted like mini-tornadoes. He tapped a finger on the page. “This is how I pictured the hero I wrote about yesterday. He controls the weather, like Storm, but he can also walk through things.”

“Really?” Carter asked. “How did he get his powers? Was he born that way?”

Zayn moved over to Liam, smiling as the two boys launched into a long discussion of the character, Carter digging a pencil out of his pocket and starting to sketch some more while they talked. Both of them leaning close to the lanterns they’d brought.

“Good plan,” Zayn admitted to a very smug Liam. The two of them moved until they were out of the ring of light, just behind a tree, where they could keep an ear on the boys, while reconnecting in their own way.

Zayn leaned back against the tree, smiling up at Liam who rested a hand on the trunk above Zayn’s head, leaning into him. “Missed you,” Liam whispered before leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

The quick kiss turned into several pecks that slowed down each time until they were lazily snogging against the tree, arms wrapped around each other. They jumped apart when they heard a ball hit the tree behind them. Keeping a hold on Zayn, Liam leaned around the tree, laughing. Zayn stepped out of Liam’s arms and from behind the tree, straightening his hair, to find Carter and Jared kicking the ball between themselves. Carter was giving Jared tips, while Jared listened intently, mimicking every move that Carter made. Liam and Zayn joined the boys for a haphazard game of two-on-two, Liam and Carter winning easily, but no one was disappointed. 

When Liam’s alarm on his watch went off, they were all sweaty and laughing. The sound of the alarm sobered them up again quickly. “Can we do this again?” Carter asked, turning to look at Jared before they both turned to look at Liam and Zayn.

“Of course, but it has to be a secret, yeah?” The boys nodded as Zayn and Liam shared a hug, sneaking kisses to each other’s cheeks before turning back to the two lads. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” Zayn said, pointing between Liam and himself.

“You have to promise,” Liam added, holding out his pinky finger. Jared and Carter both nodded, hooking their pinkies with Liam’s. They all looked to Zayn, who smiled as he added his pinky to the tangle.

“We promise,” they all said in unison.

As Liam and Carter climbed into their canoe, they waved goodbye to the two on the shore. “I like your boyfriend” he said slyly to Liam as they started to paddle across the lake.

Liam’s smile was a mix of sad and proud. “Figured that out, did you?” 

“When you were snogging behind the tree, it was kind of obvious.” Carter’s voice was full of sass, but Liam just laughed. “Thank you again for taking me to meet them.” He smiled as he reached a hand to pat the journal sitting between his legs.

“I hope it helped you a little bit.” Carter looked confused. “Not everyone understands that being different isn’t bad. You and Jared are special. You’re a little mix of both camps. You get it, but the others, they don’t. So, Zee and me, that’s between me and you, our little secret.”

Carter nodded, but Liam could tell he wasn’t happy about it.  “Well, us and Jared and Zayn,” Carter responded, smiling widely. “No one else will find out, though. Promise.”

Liam smiled as the boy crossed a finger over his heart. “That’s right. They don’t know about us.” They paddled the rest of the way in silence, Liam hoping that no one spotted them or where they were coming back from.

anonymous asked:

which episodes are the best for kabby?

OH MAN i’m gonna do my top 5 per season because AS USUAL i have too many feelings

s1

  • 1x01: pilot. i just have to stick the pilot here bc LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME. remember when they could barely stand to look at each other?? lmao idiots. and i love the iconic lines: “breaking the law to keep you from becoming chancellor was the easiest decision i’ve ever made” little do you know, abby. little do you know. and “that’s the difference between us, kane. i choose to make sure that we deserve to stay alive.” GET REKT. 
  • 1x05: twilight’s last gleaming. aka the ep where i feel like they really start to ~get each other. and we have that great little scene where kane tells abby he has men monitoring the radio in case there is word from raven. and abby thanks him (looking all confused and surprised that he’s on her side for once) AND HE STARES AT HER FOR AN INAPPROPRIATELY LONG AMOUNT OF TIME. BLESS.
  • 1x09: unity day. marcus loses mama kane. abby is compassionate. i am cry.
  • 1x11: the calm. MARCUS CRAWLING THROUGH A BOILING HOT MAINTENANCE SHAFT TO SAVE HIS PEOPLE AND FINDING ABBY AND CRADLING HER AND SMILING LIKE HE DIDN’T JUST HATE HER EXISTENCE 10 EPISODES AGO IT’S FINE I’M FINE.
  • 1x13: we are grounders (part 2). self-explanatory tbh but okay. marcus being a self-sacrificing moron. abby looking legitimately terrified at the thought that he would be gone (i mean???). the hand holding. the protectiveness. the looks. the everything. “there has to be another way.” and then ofc the end of the ep with them looking at earth for the first time together !! so nice. so good. so pure.

s2

  • 2x03: repercussions. duhh gotta include the shock-lashing ep. VERY important in their development not only as individuals but also in their relationship. this ep really flips a switch in marcus and he realizes he maaaaaybe has not been making the best decisions as a leader. AND LETS TALK ABOUT THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER DURING THE SHOCK-LASHING. NO LET’S NOT BECAUSE I CAN’T HANDLE THAT LOOK. anyway then he gives abby the chancellor pin and marches off to save the world. i cry.
  • 2x08: spacewalker. ♪ reunited and it feeeels so gooooood
  • 2x09: remember me. oh my god there are so many great little kabby moments in this ep SLAY ME it’s one of my favorites. the campfire scene. the flirting they are totally flirting in that scene fight me. abby’s heart eyes. and then marcus being all protective of abby on the way to/in tondc when they’re around the grounders. just??? all?? of???? the little???? background moments?????? they’re so married.
  • 2x13: resurrection. abby ‘must save the bae’ griffin. rubble truth talks. perfection.
  • 2x16: blood must have blood (part 2). uM?? marcus being a complete wreck as abby is being tortured. the repetition of “there has to be another way.” his little jog to the table to free her. holding her hand on the way back to arkadia. etc. etc. kabby gold. 

s3

  • 3x01: wanheda (part 1). STARTING SEASON 3 OFF GRAND. abby being comfortable enough to sleep around him??? DOMESTIC AF. heart eyes all over the place. ridiculous sexual tension. i’m so alive.
  • 3x03: ye who enter here. BICKERING + SUPPORT. HAND ON HAND ON SHOULDER. AND THEN THE MOST GLORIOUS POLIS DATE EVER TO EXIST. ABBY ‘HEART EYES’ GRIFFIN AND MARCUS ‘HEART EYES’ KANE. SO MUCH TOUCHING AND SO MUCH PURE HAPPINESS. BYE. 
  • 3x04: watch the thrones. **battle couple mode activated**
  • 3x09: stealing fire. NEED. I. SAY. ANYTHING???????? THE ULTIMATE KABBY EPISODE?????????????????? i still have not recovered. i can’t even put it into words rn but you guys know. you know. this is THE Kabby Episode™
  • 3x13: join or die. it almost pains me to put this on this list. ALMOST. just because it was completely not what i expected and my heart still hurts bc that was not our abby. but really, it’s a very important episode for kabby. it’s more build-up for what’s to come in the finale. and that makeout scene doesn’t really count tbh BUT it was hella hot and gives me hope for future scenes lollllll. but uh. how about MARCUS KNOWING WITHIN SECONDS THAT THAT WASN’T REALLY ABBY. AND I MEAN. LET’S TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT MARCUS IS WILLING TO DIE FOR HER??? kabby is endgame af and they are so in love. /sobs
usmagazine.com
Maksim Chmerkovskiy Loves Meryl Davis More Than He's Loved Any Woman, Brother Val Says

Sounds like a love for the ages! Maksim Chmerkovskiy and Meryl Davis’ Dancing With the Stars win on Tuesday, May 20, was a huge moment on the show, but for people who’ve been watching their relationship evolve throughout the competition, the Mirrorball Trophy was just the shiny icing on the cake. Fans—including judge Carrie Ann Inaba—are convinced the two should get married. However, Maks’ brother Val Chmerkovskiy says their love is beyond the romantic.

“She was good for him, but I feel it wouldn’t do their love justice,” the DWTS pro, 28, told Us Weekly at the season 18 finale on Tuesday. “One makeout session in the middle of the dance or to label it that they are a couple—it sounds great, but that’s not what it is. He loves her probably more than I’ve seen him love another woman—he loves and adores her—but it’s like a King Kong type of relationship.”

Elaborating on that, he continued: “She’s precious, and he’s gentle with her because he wants to see her shine and he won’t want to hurt her. He’s willing to calm down for her because she’s the last person he wants to see cry and the last person he wants to hurt.

That kind of love, Val said, is “bigger than a kiss” or a hookup—even though Maks, 34, joked on Tuesday’s finale that he wanted to “ravish” his partner and have “big, ice-dancing” babies with her.

He definitely loves her, and I know she loves him back,” Val told Us of his brother, whose victory with Davis, 27, was his first in 14 seasons of competition. (“There’s a reason it didn’t happen before,” Maks said on the finale. “It’s because I was meant to do it with her.”)

Val added, too, that the whole Chmerkovskiy family has fallen in love with Davis as a person. “We as a family love her, too. We love Meryl, but I don’t know if they were meant for each other or just meant to be in each other’s lives for this moment,” he explained. “Or for many moments, definitely, as it’s a friendship they’ll keep for a very long time.”


#tbt sometimes you just need a reminder