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Greatest/sweetest ranking of BL movies/series that you don't wanna miss!!

UPDATED: As of April 4, 2017 !!!!!
Hi guys!!! been addicted by Bl movies/series/webisodes/ and even short movies and these are my rankings of it from best to worst xD

  1.  Takumi-kun series movies - especially series 2,3 and 5. A big DaiMao fan here xD
  2.  Love Sick Series 1&2 - PerWin, PhunNoh, and OmMick are my ships
  3. ***HIStory webseries: Obsessed - the title says it all! if you loved Gloomy Salad Days and loves a whole lot of kiss scenes then you will definitely love this! very nice chemistry next to my beloved DaiMao <3
  4. ***SKAM - oh shocks whoever told me to watch this is an angel! love love love love it to the max! who knew norwegian Bl can be this good?
  5.  Make it Right the Series - Very Funny and Sweet!! Kyaa! TeeFuse and BookFrame are my OTPs very much like Lovesick!
  6. ***Uncontrolled Love 2 - the directors are very mean. i really thought this was a sad ending…but it was not! love the possessiveness the kiss and the after credits <3
  7.  Love love you (Love’s Coming 2) - haven’t watched this yet, but the trailers are just, ooommph! If ever you have a copy PM me XD
  8.  Like love Series 1-2 -I love the uncut scenes the most. And the story gets better xD
  9.  Junjou Pure Heart - sweeeeteeest ever!  really, those awwww moments xD
  10. ***Fanatic Love - Game themed BL coming through! I loved the side characters especially the sister <3 Must watch!
  11.  Waterboyy the movie - a must watch especially to those fans who have been missing love sick series xD Ngern-oppa is sooo hot here.
  12. Uncontrolled Love- Finally, Master x Servant BL!!! the uke is soo cute and seme is sooo possessive can’t wait for the second part!
  13. ***My bromance:the reunion - this is the series remake of the movie my bromance. and thank goodness that in the first season nobody dies! a different conflict altogether but still the same plot.
  14.  Counter Attack Web series - QingYu for the win xDD. they are sooooo married. I also recommend their photoshoot sessions, more kissing scenes than the series xD loving the doctor’s cow licked hair, kawaiiii xD
  15.  Addicted/Heroin Web Series - Sweetest punk I ever watched really. I wish for uncut scenes! and I demand a continuation!
  16. ***Ame to kisu - Love this movie! it made me read the manga and you will love how cute the uke is and how the story was very well portrayed in the movie
  17. *** The right man - there are only a few BL movies/series who would portray the love of a parent and their worries. i loved this film because other than the love story unfolding, the relationship between the mother and the son progresses too <3
  18. Yandaixie No.10- honestly, the story has a lot of promise! it was very good but I didn’t like how the first season ended being them still in bad terms…then hearing that there won’t be a second season!!!! or so i heard.
  19. ***SOTUS - hazers! hihihi. if you’re ooking for a cute-tsundere uke then this is what you’re looking for! it has the all goody kissing scenes and a very good college plot. very recommended
  20.  Love’s Coming - Nai x Gump xDDD
  21. Love Place 2(Shiawase no Katachi)- A continuation of Love Place 1. Finally an English sub that I’ve been waiting! Typical BL story, most of the time you can read in a manga but you can feel the characters feeling very deeply!
  22.  Grey Rainbow - Has every thing I want in a BL,marriage, sweet moments and even a kid! and it also has something I didn’t like…death! why!?!
  23.  Doushitemo Furetakunai - the story is great and is really based on the manga. Loved the characters. this is my first BL ever just forgot to post teehee :P !!!
  24. ***HIStory webseries: My Hero - so this is one of the ghost themed BL. Comedic. but I do not like that the ghost girl experienced all the sweet moments using the boy’s body. oops spoiler. BTW the seme is sooo hot *wink*
  25.  To you for me–chocolates - I laughed at this BL so much. It really portrayed the case of miracles to two people that should be in love. wonder when it will end?
  26.  Paternity Leave - you’ll love it, Mpreg xDD
  27.   eCupid - movie about the greatest app for semes who take advantage of their uke’s love xD
  28.  Just Friends? - hottest and sweetest forbidden love I have ever watched!! sadly it was tooooo short for a very good plot movie xD
  29.  Udagawachou de mattete yo - sooo cute! as in supeer!!! one of the best live action next to Doushitemo Furetakunai <3 <3
  30. ***HIStory Webseries: Stay away from me - brother’s theme! yehey! though I wished for more sweetness. the eyes of the uke seem to catch my attention a lot in a not so okay way. but I STILL LOVED IT.
  31.   Two Weddings and a funeral - I loved the comedy aspect of it. It mainly focused on the life of gays and how the ‘two weddings” conquered it with love. but why Tina !?!?! why ?!?!?!
  32.   My Bromance - I love the on-relationship scenes but I just hope the ending was not when one dies. I bawled for this one,it’s like rising you up,then pulling you dooown,why!?!?!?waaah! But the story was really good!
  33.  Happy together - loved the couple sooo much! being 6 years together, those fights and make-ups seems like a typical married life 
  34. Oppressive Love - half-horror and half BL and they actually became a couple! to bad the older brother had to possess him…ooops spoiler ;-P
  35.  Ai no kotodama 2
  36. ***Bad romance the series - another side story BL but because they started the series already together and the ending was so sweet so it is okay.
  37. ***I’m here our twelve years is a reincarnation legend - short shounen ai chinese BL. if you’re on to watching just the sweet, innocent stuff, then this is good for you :)
  38.  Takuya and Joon jae “the lover” - you may be a bit disappointed because it is missing some smexy moments like kissing and “you-know” but the story is great with lots of laughs and sweetness. hoping for season 2 
  39. ***Love Complex - this is a thai series but the BL part is a side story and doesn’t develop much though it is still on the first two episodes. some of you may not like it because it is on a side story but promise, the main story is very funny.
  40.  Docchi mo Docchi - may be low budget, but that romcom theme was perfectly executed xD sooo funny xD
  41.  Itsuka no kimi e - loved the story so much. It was like reading Junjou Pure Heart again xD soooo cute! Wishing for more kiss scenes though. 
  42.  Ai no kotodama 1
  43.  Seven Days Monday-Thursday, Friday-Sunday - perfectly executed as of those of the manga
  44. Hollyoaks (Ste and Harry) - lots of problems; closet gay, HIV, parents are against, even teachers then there are also cocaine involvement. wut?! haha but the story and how they still get back together is what makes it great. 
  45.  Diary of Tootsies - Very very funny!! as in very funny! but they left Gus and Top’s story hanging, which is what I’ve been waiting…sigh
  46.  Fujimi orchestra live action - it’s like the BL version of Nodame Cantabile. the movie needs a sequel. it’s not that they did not end up together but the movie ended with the seme still pursuing the uke xD 
  47.  Go go go G boys - very funny, packed with hot bishies. Last part after credits is a must seen
  48. Farewell my ghost boyfriend - short movie. I’m not on vote on the new ship. i still wish there was some kind of miracle for the ghost. huhu 
  49.  Love Place - I preferred the part two (2) than the first one, more Bl action, though it is still not translated
  50.  Boku no Kareshi wo Shoukai Shimasu - was hoping for more kiss scenes xD
  51.  Gloomy Salad days - ep13-14 only. Hidoku Shinaide story, bully and the bullied. You’ll be hoping for more.
  52.  Love of Siam - honestly, a good plot, really. It just needs some tweaks on that bad ending,urgh. Hoping for season 2 to change it.
  53. I’m yours - a one-sided love of a robot to a human and he’s quest to help the guy to achieve love. it was badly cut, I don’t know. it was missing some parts when I watched it so I am still heavily confused.
  54.  Love next door 2 - Watched XD but still looking for subs. but very promising especially in terms of comedy and hotness.
  55.  Mr x and I - First Season: First and Second story only, the other two has horrible ending, I advise this to those who do not wish to see a sad ending. Second Season: Loved the ending, hated the hetero guy, urggghh
  56.   Princess Princess D - actually, this is a live action adapted from a shoujo manga. full of fanservice and crossdressers and will leave you laughing at the clichès and corniness. 
  57.  Love next door - the story escalated quickly and the ‘love’ (sweetness) I was searching for was too short in the plot.
  58.  A Pair of Love - so-so xD
  59.  Time line - Watch the first couple only, and/or the last one. never ever the second one, it still gives me goose bumps till now
  60. Me my familiar people - uhhh…actually I didnt quite get the story. it was soo confusing. its like he has s*x to another then I don’t know maybe his bestfriend too?
  61.  Teacher and student - because I was expecting that light, romantic theme I was deeply disappointed by that twist as it turns out to be too psychological. One of my least favorites next to Kindan no Koi. 
  62.  Kindan no koi - simple……i hated it. the plot twist at the end was just tooo much, really, too much. Still a good movie though, but definitely my least favorite.

This is an edited list XD those with *** are newly posted as of April 4. Will update for more lateerrr! Ask me for links if ever you are interested xDDD hehehe

the houses

 (a rather abstract description of the houses, what they could look like and things they contain)

first house: You open a giant, dark wooden door. The knob is hot as you touch it but you don’t flinch and enter a even hotter room, you immediately start sweating. The air is burning and the windows are wide open. Bright light is shining trough some kind of living room, full of possessions of the creature living there. You look around and already know who must be the owner. Still,you ask who lives there and the strong Aries enters the room, his aura is radiant, vibrant, lively, present. “I am life”, he speaks clearly. “I am energy, physical appearance,the self, the will and the doing. I show you how you approach the world and open yourself to it.” 

second house: This door is made out of silver, with blue ornaments. It looks beautiful and must be of high value. With a ‘click’ the door opens, but it really is heavy, so you got to put more effort into the act of opening it. The room is rather minimalist, but some of the furniture and paintings must be old and very expensive. The Taurus stands in front of the high windows and looks out of it, the eyes tired, even a bit melancholic. “Is there something I can do for you?”, the Taurus asked, the voice deep and kind of magnetic. “I want to know who you are”, you ask slowly. The Taurus blinks slowly and answers: “I am development, self worth and win and loss, materialistic and emotional safety, setting limits and fighting for protection.” 

third house: As you come closer to the third door you can hear people speaking. Or at least someone who is discussing something with someone. Voices come and voices go, you are wondering how many people might be in there? The door looks asymmetrical and as you enter the room you are not sure if it’s an office or plainly a full room. As you look around you see that there are radios everywhere, from old to new and each of them is turned on. So that must be the voices. Notes over notes are gathered on the floor and walls, between them some  pictures pinned to the wall of different people. Right in the middle is the Gemini, both of them talking in a heat with a coffee in the right and a pencil in the left hand, constantly taking notes. “So, you must be..?”
“The Gemini!”, one answers excited. The other one continues, more thoughtful: “We are communication, the image, the way of thinking, and -”
“..the ability to adjust, the close environment, small adventures, our neighbors as well as-” 
“Siblings!”, the other one finishes the sentence and both of them laugh, clear as a bell.

fourth house: You hold on before opening this door. It’s made out of colored, dark blue wood, the knob is glowing and the night sky is painted on the dark background. As you open the door everything seems quiet, but you hear someone humming a lullaby, quietly. The cancer sits in the middle of the darkened room, old photo albums, books and letters are gathered around her and she looks like she would fall asleep in any second. You see that this is a bedroom, filled with belongings of her and you hear the sound of the waves outside somewhere from the opened window. As you sit quietly next to her and watch her looking through the photos, she smiles softly before answering your unspoken question: “You know what I am? I am emotions and the feeling of true belonging. I am the roots of your inner being, family and home, your psychological identification, the connection of the environment and private life. I am the intimacy, age and the unconsciousness.”

fifth house: This door is not wooden. It is made out of the finest marble you could find here on earth. The knob is long and golden, a Latin phrase is written on the shimmering marble, it says ‘Ab imo pectore‘, from the bottom of my heart. You can hear music playing loudly and with an easy sweep you open the giant. You enter an atelier, the light is glowing golden and the Leo dances in the middle of it. Everything look rather antique, but with such grace and vividness, you cannot stop yourself from smiling. The sudden laugh of the Leo sounds like an imitating roar and he tip toes to his lover on the giant bed next to the window. “You are even more beautiful than my paintings, I could never capture your beauty.” As his lover smiles and takes his hands, they suddenly point in your direction and the Leo turns around, his thick hair shining in the light. “What do you want, stranger?” You answer honestly and the Leo laughs again as you want to know who he is. “I am art, your passions, creativity and individuality. The will for live, joy, children, the partner, sexuality, the wish for admiration and appreciation. “

sixth house: This door seems rather modest, but pretty as well. It seems to be quiet smaller than the rest of the doors you have seen so far. It has small little patterns carved in it. You see a note in the middle of it, it’s telling you to knock before opening and so you do as it told you. “Yes, you may come in.” You enter a cold, neatly tidied up working room, the lights are dimmed but the creature - the Virgo - in front of you is uptight, being busy doing some work - whatever it might be - but still keep a gentle smile on the lips. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry, please don’t mind the mess.” Mess she says, but you cannot even see a bit of dust on the book shelf. “Please, sit down, do you want something to drink? I cannot let you stay for a long time, but I already know what you might want to know, if you don’t mind answering you question.” Surprised you nod. “I a, work and service, as you can see. I am duty, social integration, physic healthiness, one ones limits and the limit of the others. the balance between my own needs and the ones of the environment.”

seventh house: This door is already open. You are surprised and carefully look into the room. There is a comfortable looking bedroom, its furniture is held in warm colors, there is much light shining inside since the windows are very high and there are no curtains. The Libra is walking directly towards you, a soft smile on the lips and a glass of water in the other hand. “Hey, how are you? Just passing by?” You nod and ask if you are allowed to sit down on the sofa, Libra nods and sits down with you. “Sorry, I am just, ahm-” He pauses as he notes down something in a giant book with a dark, cracked leather binding.” You blink  a few times before asking what kind of book Libra is carrying with him. “Oh this? Sometimes I need to note everything down, every person that touched me, I’ve met, you know. You learn so much by being in touch with others.” You nod, it seems right what he says. “You know, I am the development of ones own identity by meeting others. Relationships to others, the You, mental interest, contacts and meetings, harmony, joy and beauty. The partner, the person opposite as my projection surface, cooperation, socialization, coming together and working together.”

eight house: This door seems made out of stone. You are struggling to open it. Are you allowed to open it? The atmosphere is tense and you hear a vibrant sound somewhere. Next to you  in the hallway is a small window, which you look out of. There is the deep, blackness of the night sky, golden stars are adorning it, among them the white, glowing, milky moon, who whispers sweet promises and goodbyes to you. Suddenly the stone door is opening, you jump in shook and your heartbeat raises as you see red glowing eyes watching you from the dark behind it. “Hello. What do you want”, a deep, echoing voice asks you. Your hands are shaking, you are frightened and at the same time deeply hypnotized. “You are Scorpio, right?” The eyes keep on starring. “I am.” You swallow and ask if you may enter. “I am the darkness that you desire, the occult, the interest, I am passion, desire, transformation, the taboo, the darker side and death. Are you sure you want to come in?” You do not hesitate, but nod instantly. “Hmpf.” A pale hand grabs yours, the skin tone seems too pale for something living, but indeed the hand is warm and you feel oddly safe. 

ninth house: You had to climb a long spiral staircase in order to get to this room. Exhausted you breath desperately for air before realizing that you are in a giant tower. This door is slightly opened and you hear music faintly whispering in your ear. “Sorry?”, you ask as you see the Sagittarius twirling around in the room, a couple of maps in the hand. The room is full of possessions, pictures, books, paintings and different furniture from all over the world. Suddenly the Sagittarius stops, his brown eyes vividly laying on you. “Oh hi, didn’t see you there”, he says as he lays down the old maps. You remark the exciting and interesting looking room, it smells like jasmine in here. “You are the urge for more and exploration?”, you ask and the Sagittarius smiles. “I am not only that. I am your conscious mind, always growing, always developing, asking for the meaning of life. I am wanting to expand one’ philosophy, higher norms and values, abstract way of thinking, education and different cultures, explorations and the way of understanding. I am your ideal, your religious and spiritual life.”

tenth house: You knocked almost three times but no one seems to open this door. You are wondering what might happened to the person inside it. You try pushing it as you hear a stricter, cold voice: “Try ringing the bell instead.” It came out of the intercom. “Sorry, I-” 
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. Come in.” The door opens from its own and you are intimidated by the big entry. A woman with a suitcase and silky trouser suit walks towards you, the sound of her shoes echoing from the walls. “Hi, I am Capricorn, Excuse me, but I do not like this knocking, there is a bell for a reason.” You look into her grey eyes and even though her facial expressions seems hard you know she is gentle. You apologize but she laughs it off. “I have a meeting at six, and I know what you want - Virgo already called me -, so I am explaining everything now - oh, here take a seat, coffee and biscuits are here on the table.” You do as she said but are somehow a  bit too nervous to eat. “I am the development and realization of ones goals in life or even destiny. I am the public, ones image, law, order and authority. Honor, responsibility, appeal and the position you take in society.”

eleventh house: “Hi, here do I live”, the shield hanging on the door says. Sadly it does not say who “I” is. You ring the door bell and the bell ringing sounds differently than usual. It is longer and you have never heard this kind of melody as a door bell before. “Come in”, someone says quietly. The light is dimmed, and you see Aquarius in front of his Laptop on his bed. “Sorry, had no time tying up, I am trying to connect to this live broadcast of the speech from this dude here, he’s responsible for this rather extreme party and - ah, it’s not working, damn it.” He closes the Laptop and offers you a seat on his bed. “Nice to meet you, want some coffee?” He offers you a cup but takes it back immediately. “Sorry, paint water in there, not coffee, ha. Nice jacket, you come here often?” You shake your head and smile. He is funny and unusual, you like it. “Actually, I wanted to know who..” 
“I am? Well, I am the development of your goals regarding society. The zeitgeist, friends, communities, reforms, ambitions and change. Emancipation, patronage, rebellion, humanitarian and social ideals, also hopes and desires. 

twelfth house: The last door. Your journey was long but everything has an end and you know that the person behind this door knows this feeling too well - that the circle is closing, ending and repeats itself afterwards. You open the door, knowing you do not have to knock. You step into radiant, glowing, crystal blue water. The water is flowing in circles and Pisces is standing there, the softest smile on the lips, eyes so warm and understanding, the head lightly tilted. You are enchanted by the tingling sensation of the water and as you grab Pisces hands, they are warm and soft. “Do not be afraid. I am endless devotion. Endless devotion without losing ground underneath you feet. I am the other meta-level. Delusional, transparent, drawn to fleeing from fears, but always love deep inside. Come, you can visit the other realm with me now.”

I’m smoking by the thought of you at 3 am in the kitchen chair again, wondering if I’ll ever stop missing you.
If I’ll ever stop looking next to me in class and get sad when I realize you don’t sit there anymore.
Or to come home, look at the stairs that remind me of the days when you took me home and how we sat there to talk about things no one knows.
I could waste a wish on having wings to be able to make the distance dissappear, but darling, you live next-door.
I know it hurts when you’re close to someone but they live miles away from you. But isn’t it worse to have had been the closest to them and still seeing them, but being so far away from them yet, that it doesn’t even matter where they live?
To remember how you made them smile so often a day and now to see that they don’t even spend a look on you? To watch others make them smile?
I look for you everywhere I go. In every corner and every edge. In every person I know, and in everyone I don’t. In places I’ve been to, and in one’s I’ll never be in. In the things, that exist, and in the ones, that don’t.
Where did you go to, when you’re right next to my door?
How did you escape, when I can still feel our past on repeat?
Why are we strangers, when we have had been each other’s heart and mind?
—  goldencancerbag 

Did someone say modern step sibling au lmao
I mentioned writing this before, I was gonna make it one long fic but i decided to break it up into a few shorter ones? It wont be that long tho I just don’t want it all to be in one thing.
ANYWAY, this is a modern au featuring JD and Heather Chandler as step siblings who are desperate for Veronica, a Known Bisexual. It’s honestly equal parts jdonica and chansaw so hopefully you’re into that lol. Here’s part one!

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Jughead x Reader | Texts

Originally posted by evenstoast

This has been requested by this lovely anon: 

I absolutely adore this imagine!

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Plot: You and Jughead are texting, they live next to each other but can LITERALLY just go to the others house, but it’s late at night and the two of you are bored. Just a short lil fluff I guess

based on show

Warnings: None

“Ugh I can’t believe it finishes like that!” You shouted to yourself. You just finished an amazing movie which had the worst ending in the entire world of movies. You grabbed your remote and switched the TV off. You sighed and scrolled around on Netflix looking for something better to watch. You put on an old episode of your favourite show and sat chilling for a while. Just eating Cheez-Its and trying to stay awake. You were determined to have a good Thursday night.

You got up from your bed to grab your laptop from your desk which faced your window. You looked outside and up at the moon. A full moon, it spooked you out a little as you thought about Jason Blossom death and how his killer is still out there. You shivered and looked up at your neighbour’s window Jughead Jones, the ‘boy next door’. Well… More like ‘the weird spooky boy next door’. You’d known him since grade school and have been friends with him ever since you defended him against a bully.

What you didn’t ever mention is that you liked him a whole lot. He was always there after a breakup, you confide every emotion in him and basically share everything. A lot of your stuff is at his and a lot of his is at yours.

Oh god you’re wearing one of his shirts right now…

Your parents would constantly ask ‘when are you two settling down?’ or ‘shall I send out a Save The Date?’ obviously they were mostly jokes but sometimes you found yourself imagining living with Jughead and waking up next to him in the morning and-

But they were silly daydreams, you knew he had an interest in someone else. Betty Cooper, the actual ‘girl next door’ she was so lovely to everyone and especially you, you were close. Her and Jughead worked on The Blue and Gold. You could sense there was something going on in his head. But you wished it was you. You grabbed your phone from your bed and sent a text to Jughead.

You: You up?

The ‘seen’ message came up almost instantly, he was probably bored too.

Jughead: Yup… Stuck on homework… You?

You smiled and typed away.

You: Bad movie… Hey I can see you!

You walked up to your window and saw Jughead walking round his room looking down at his phone. He looked up, pissed off

Jughead: Creep

You: Pervert

You laughed and kept your eyes on him and saw him texting.

Jughead: I’m a pervert? Wouldn’t a pervert rather see someone undressed?

You smirked and noticed Jughead looking up at you. You mimicked taking your shirt off but stopped before Jughead shielded his eyes.

Jughead: That came out wrong, and you’re immature

You: You’re annoying

Jughead: Why don’t you just come over instead of awkwardly standing in front of your window?

You: Cause it’s almost midnight, I have a curfew. Plus I need my beauty sleep for the Pep rally tomorrow

You almost forgot you made it on the cheer squad. You tried out with Betty and Veronica, the three of you got in. You looked over at your very cute uniform and smiled.

Jughead: Oh yeah… I didn’t think cheerleading was your thing

You: It became my thing once I found out I looked so good in uniform!!

You noticed Jughead smiling and you put your hand up before ducking away from the window. You quickly changed into your cheerleading uniform and walked back up to the window. Jughead chuckled and looked down.

Jughead: Give us a twirl Y/N

As he said, you did a little spin and a few poses. He watched you, a little mesmerised and smiled a whole lot more. He leaned on the window frame.

You: Like what you see Juggy? ;)

You smirked at the text and put your hand on your hips.

Jughead: You’re so annoying.

Jughead: Yeah you look okay

Jughead: I guess

You blushed, he rubbed the back of his neck. You couldn’t see but he was blushing too.

You: You look good too

Jughead: I said okay…

You: Yeah but I knew you meant The Most Amazing Person On This Planet.

You saw Jughead chuckle.

You: I’ll be mad if that’s not my new contact name.

Jughead: Go to sleep!

You: Make me ;)

Jughead sighed and you shut your curtains to change into your pyjamas.

Jughead: Where did you go?

You: I’m changing, wanna see?

Jughead: Not this again…

You opened your curtains, to reveal you just in your pyjamas. And Jughead shook his head smiling. You also opened your window. Jughead did the same.

Goodnight Jughead.” You said

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said. You closed your window and walked over to your bed. You got under your duvet and shut your eyes. Until you heard another phone notification. You picked up your phone and read the text.

Jughead: You’re really pretty

Jughead: I’m sorry for that

Jughead: Do you wanna get a burger and milkshake tomorrow?

You blushed furiously and smiled.

You: I would love to Jug <3

You smiled to yourself adding a cute heart emoji at the end. You put your phone away and went to bed.

Jughead was in his room smiling down at his phone. Blushing furiously.

(Hope you liked it!!)

anonymous asked:

RFA finding out MC was raped? sorry if it's too much for you..

It is not, my angsty friend. It is not.

Alright, buckle up my guy this is going to be a long one.

~~Sensitive material pls don’t read if this will trigger you!~~

Yoosung

  • Feels legitimately sick
  • Starts crying and holds you close
  • “How can this world…be so cruel?”
  • You’ve never seen him get this angry before, but he throws his gaming mouse and it smashes to pieces against the wall.
  • Throws his hoodie on and heads out the door. He realizes he’s frightened you and he needs to take a walk to calm down.
  • He feels like punching every man he see’s into a pulp. Any one of them could be…
  • Throws up in the nearest trash can at the thought
  • Right now he hates the world
  • He knows it happened before you met, but he hates himself for not being there to protect you.
  • Finds himself sitting alone at the park, crying.
  • He’s glad you’re not there to see him like this
  • Oh, right…
  • “I’m being kind of a selfish douche right now, aren’t I?”
  • He realizes, admitting it out loud to himself
  • You have to be feeling 100 times worse than him, and he left because he couldn’t control his emotions…
  • Show back up at apartment, a giant bouquet of roses in hand
  • “MC, I’m so sorry. There’s…no excuse for my actions! I’m here for you now. And I’ll protect you from now on. For the rest of our lives. No one will ever touch you again. I swear it.”

Jumin

  • Jumin Han.
  • Is.
  • Pissed.
  • If you had x-ray vision you would literally see his blood boiling
  • But this guy has subtlety down to a fucking science
  • He seems so calm and collected and listens to you tell him everything that happened with a straight face
  • His hands are gently placed on your own and his eyes don’t stray from your gaze
  • The next few days he is extra caring, extra gentle, extra kind.
  • You feel so relieved to have told him
  • And his warmth, his soft response towards you after learning the truth was all you needed
  • But Jumin Han does not forget.
  • Jumin Han does not forgive.
  • Not what this prick has done to you.
  • Behind your back, he reaches out to someone.
    • “Saeyoung, I need your help.”
    • “Oookay?…With what? It’s got to be interesting if someone with your resources is coming to me.”
    • “I need you to be 707 again. Just for one more job. And I need it to be strictly between us. You’ll understand after I explain everything.”
  • With his money and Saeyoungs help it didn’t take long to locate them and put the plan in place
  • ‘707′ located a small, uninhabited and remote island far at sea
  • All Jumin needed to do was give the men his order
  • Less than a week went by before his phone buzzed in his hand
  • “Hm?”
  • An unknown contact
  • A photo of a man; battered and bruised, lying on the shore with sand in his wounds. The hands that had touched you had been burned.
  • Jumin smiled
    • “What is it, Jumin? A cat photo?! Let me see!”
    • “No, MC. Just something for work,” he glanced up from his screen. “Oh no no…this won’t do. Those heels are all wrong for that dress. They aren’t elegant enough for your legs. Let’s go buy you some new ones that are more fitting.”
  • He glanced at the phone once more
  • [DELETE]

◉ Zen

  • He wanted to drink and smoke until he was numb
  • He wanted to throw you on his bike behind him and ride away to somewhere remote and safe
  • He wished he could travel in time. Lock you in some distant tower like the princess you were, and protect you with his life
  • But life was not like a fairy tale and reality never hit him so hard
  • He felt your smooth touch on the back on his hand and looking down, realized his knuckles were white from the clenching of his fists.
  • He wanted so badly to kick the shit out of that asshole…whoever they were.
  • But that might mean the end of his career, maybe even jail time? And how would he protect you then?
  • His head was swimming with thoughts
  • That whole night, and for the next few days he was stuck to you like glue.
  • He looked like hell
  • He couldn’t sleep
  • He lay awake clutching at your frame and listening to your breathing
  • He told his agent he was sick in order to get some time off to watch over you
  • He never felt so small and helpless before
  • Looking over his piles of fan letters, he tried to regain some sense of self when he realized
  • He wasn’t powerless
  • All of these people looked up to him
  • They watched what he did, bought what he advertised.
  • If he couldn’t turn back time and keep this from happening to you…well maybe he could use his fame to keep this from happening to other people
  • He dialed his agent at once to put a plan in place
  • Hyun Ryu would be the face and spokesperson for a new campaign against sexual assault.

◉ Jaehee

  • She tried to control herself but you could see the coffee cup in her hand shaking
  • She had a lump in her throat
  • “Thank you for telling me, MC. I…I don’t know what to say.”
  • It was hard for her to organize her thoughts. How could anyone have hurt this person. The person she loved so much, who brought so much light and peace to her life.
  • As much as she tried to suppress it, she felt the tears welling in her eyes and quickly wiped them away
  • She didn’t want to be a mess in front of you
  •  Jaehee cleared her throat, placed her coffee cup on the table, and grabbed your hands into hers.
  • “Can we take this to court? Can we take some legal action against this person? I don’t care what it takes, but they won’t get away with this damn it.”

Saeyoung

  • He thought his stomach would drop through the floor
  • He felt like every nerve ending had been set on fire
  • You were laying on his chest on the bed that night, fast asleep.
  • Saeyoung ran his long fingers through your fragrant hair until the dawn poured through the window. His sleeve was soaked with the tears he quietly shed in the night as he looked at your peaceful sleeping face
  • Days went by
  • And an anger that began as a small match in his heart now felt like a raging fire which consumed him
  • Every chance he got, he was researching and researching
  • Why hadn’t you just told him who did this to you?
  • Well, he knew why
  • But why…
  • Maybe it was for the best
  • He had his own way of finding out
  • It took longer than he’d like to admit
  • He was rusty as hell
  • He searched police reports and newspapers, searched social media profiles
  • Finally he found them
  • “MC, I’ll be leaving in 2 days…another toy convention for the shop. I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”
  • He kissed your forehead
  • He used his special agent skills to locate the targets house and figure out when they would be alone
  • When they answered the door they were greeted by a powerful fist colliding with their nose full force
  • “That’s for MC, you fucking son of a bitch”
  • He grabbed them by their collar and lifted them up off the ground, raising his fist once more 
  • “And these next ones are for every year, every second she’s had to live with the thought of your disgusting hands on her. You’re lucky I don’t break every one of your fingers.”
  • He made a point to spit on the limp body before walking away, his phone buzzing in his pocket
  • “MC…”
  • He needed to come up with an excuse for his bruised knuckles before coming home…
Soft love | Park Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Prompt: I just care about you. I’ve always cared about you.

Genre: Fluff 

Words: 500+

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magnusragnor  asked:

jimon college roommates !!

Simon Lewis was truly, utterly, and completely fucked.

Actually? No he was not, and that was the problem.

Simon had started off this year determined to excel in all of his courses, and he wanted to stick to that plan, he really did. But then he walked into his dorm room and all of his hope for success flew straight out the window.

Standing in the middle of the room was a blonde boy, about Simon’s height and extremely muscular. He was shirtless and dripping with sweat. Simon gaped, and everything after that seemed to happen very slowly. It was like every cheesy teen high school movie where the hot guy in a leather jacket and sunglasses would walk down the school hallway in slow motion, except this guy was hot. Not just teen high school movie hot, but like…chiseled and golden in every way so that it was almost angelic hot.

The boy turned around, reaching up to brush a hand through his golden hair. His eyes landed on Simon and a smile lit up his face, making Simon groan internally. He could kiss his college diploma goodbye.

The boy apparently saw Simon staring and a smirk replaced the bright smile immediately. “The name’s Lightwood,” the golden boy said, offering his hand out for Simon to shake. “Jace Lightwood.”

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What Are We Really Asking? – a conversion metaphor

Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived next to a large family. For many years, the boy had admired them and wished he could be a part of it. Eventually, after much deliberation, he worked up the courage to go over and knock on their door.

After a few moments, an older gentleman answered.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the boy says.

“Likewise. How can I help you?”

The boy quelled the butterflies in his stomach and said, “I would like to join your family and live with you. Will you adopt me?”

While this might have been unusual for another family, this one had, indeed, taken in others before. The man smiles and says, “You have always been welcome as a guest – surely you’d prefer the hospitality of a guest to the work of being a family member?”

“Your hospitality is second to none,” the boy agreed, “but I would prefer the opportunity to offer it instead.”

The man nods, and is silent for a moment. The boy does not leave.

The man’s smile fades and he says more solemnly, “You know this house has been burned down many times and history is wont to repeat itself.” His eyes stray to a charred, yet still strong beam of timber built into the new foundation. “We’ve rebuilt it every time, but we’ve lost many of our number to this hate. If you join us, you’ll be no safer than we.”

It’s not a question. The boy pauses, saying nothing at first.

Then he says, “I’ve been your neighbor for many years. Any fire in your household is likely to carry to mine already. Even if I didn’t live with you, I would help you escape, would help you put out the flames, would help you rebuild. We are already connected as neighbors, and the risk is worth it to be a part of this family.”

The man smiles again, realizing the boy is completely earnest.

Still, he adds, “You know it’s a lot of work to live here. We all have a great many tasks to complete, and everyone is responsible. It is only together that we flourish or fall, so everyone must pull his weight.”

At this, the boy brightens. “I know – it’s part of what I admire about your family. I know there’s a lot to learn, but I look forward to being able to help.”

The man nods again, and then finally asks, “What draws you to this family, anyway? Besides our labor?”

The boy smiles broadly. “I admire how you treat each other and everyone else. I believe as you believe and I wish to live as you live. Most importantly, when I’m here, it feels like coming home. I have left the idols of my father’s house and wish to serve the God of your ancestors as you do.”

Satisfied, the man opens the door and invites the boy inside.

“As you said, there is quite a lot to learn. And it really is different living with us than being our guest. Why don’t you stay with us as a roomer and apprentice for at least a year? You’ll see us in each season – you’ll learn our customs and how to do the work here, you’ll worship here, eat with us, rest with us, celebrate with us, mourn with us, and have a chance to see us plainly before committing. You do know that once you’re family, you will always be family – even if you no longer wish to be or to do the work anymore?”

“I know,” the boy affirms.

“And you do know that as a roomer, if at any point in time you decide you’d rather remain our friend and neighbor, you are more than free to do so with no hard feelings?”

“I do,” the boy answers, “and I will gladly room with you for a year first.”

“Wonderful,” the man grins. “Welcome home.”

—  [This is a kinda cheesy thing I wrote about how I felt at the beginning of this journey as a convert with no Jewish ancestry or previous ties to the community. What are we really asking when we ask to convert? Nothing less than to become family.]
Opposite Dog Hybrid!Mingyu

Requested by anon: Helooo Mom™ can I have a fluffy Hybrid! Mingyu Or Jeonghan Au? 😊 thank you 💘💖✨💫🌈💘💝💫✨💗💖 

aaa here it is my love emoji anon!!!! i tried to make it super fluffy i think im gonna die from this sweetness!!! 

warnings: fluff that makes u wanna dIE AND MURDER MINGYU BUT ALSO SQUISH HIS FACE

  • You recently moved in your new apartment for the first time ever since graduating college
  • You were able to pick up some temporary jobs that would barely be enough to make a living but hey you wanted the freedom and you wanted to prove yourself to your parents
  • As you were carrying your boxes to the third floor, you were about to colLAPSE BC SO MANY STAIRS YOU WISH YOU DID BETTER IN PE
  • After you finally finished carrying all of your stuff you thought maybe i should show some hospitality and introduce myself to the neighbors!!
  • But you’re also a cat hybrid and you’re like um well do i really have to tho i’d rather just sLEEP MY ARMS ARE GONNA FALL OFF
  • But you’re determined to do something adult!!! You are now living alone and have jobs and bills to pay!!!!
  • So you gathered all of your willpower and got out some of your homemade bomb af cookies before heading to your next door neighbor
  • You were like ok chill all you’re doing is saying your name and giving them some cookies nO bIgGiE!!!

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Neighbours: Part Two - Tommy Shelby

The Phone Call

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | 


As suspected my ankle is sprained. Charlie’s nurse has strapped it up with the advice that she’s not really qualified to diagnose or treat anything more complex than coughs and sniffles, and with the assurance that I’ll get it checked out, she lets me get the car back home.

“Everything alright Miss?” Jones asks when he sees me hobbling towards the car, propped up by Tommy.

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Jeff Atkins imagine for Iris

#57: “Is that my shirt?”

Originally posted by knightlley


You cheered as your boyfriend hits a home run. “Yes, go babe!” you call out and stand up and clap. People around you were cheering along and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. He ran around the bases, and as he made it back to home he looked at you and smiled with a wink. You giggled, watching as he goes over to the boys and gets numerous high fives or bro hugs, they had just won the game, meaning they would be going to the finals. You sat down, smiling as the team goes to high five the other team. “That was amazing” Hannah said, sitting next to you. “I know, I’m so proud of him” you smile, looking at the boy as him and his teammates excitedly talk about the game. She chuckles a bit, looking at you. “You two are so in love, it’s adorable” she smiles. You blush and bite your lip. “Maybe a little” you giggle a bit as she nods. 

You looked out at your boyfriend, who had the biggest smile on his face, and couldn’t help but admire him a bit. He looked at you and ran over and wrapped his arms around you. “We did it! We won!” He said, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggled and hugged him. “I’m so proud of you babe” you say truthfully, “that was amazing” you smiled and kissed him gently. “We need to celebrate” you smile at him.

He sets you down and smiles. “I was thinking we could do an indoor date night to celebrate. No parties, just me and you.” He smiles. “We can build a little fort and we can watch movies all night and talk, maybe go get a milkshake at Rosie’s, but other than that just have a night in.” He smiles. You giggle a bit. “That doesn’t sound like celebrating but I definitely would love that.” You smile and peck his lips. He pecks yours back, holding your hand. “Oh trust me, it will feel like it. A night with my girl always makes me feel celebrated” he smiles. You roll your eyes playfully at his cheesy comment but smile. “Glad I can do that for you Atkins, see you in 45 minutes?” You ask, giving him time to get ready and do what he needs to. He nods and squeezes your hand. “See you in 45 minutes” he promises and kisses you once more before leaving.

You smile and leave as well, going home to get ready. You put on some shorts that were like sweats and one of Jeff’s baseball tee’s. It was a very comfortable outfit and you wore it a lot. His shirt still smelled like him and it was so baggy on you and you loved the soft material. It brought you comfort, you just really like his clothes.

You played on your phone for the next little bit, waiting for the text that says he is outside. When you get it, you say bye to who is home and you go meet him in the car. You kiss him as you get in. “Hi babe” you smile. “Hey princess” he says, looking at you. He looks at you a bit confused but a small smile is placed on his face. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, smiling a bit more as you blush. “Yeah it is, I like wearing it” you say. He smiles. “It looks amazing on you babe, a lot better than it did on me” he compliment as he drives. You roll your eyes, smiling at his compliment. “Nah, but thank you” you look at him. “I wonder what you would look like in one of my hoodies, like you look amazing in that, you would look amazing in a hoodie” he says, causing you to giggle. “Why thank you Atkins, I’m glad you approve of this. I’ll have to steal a hoodie when I go over today and we can test that out next” you smile. 

You two get to his house, and he comes and opens the door for you before taking your hand and you guys go inside. The living room was all set up, a little fort was made out of couch cushions, the TV was set to Netflix, there was pizza and all kinds of sweets in the fort. You smiled, looking at him. “This looks amazing, thank you for getting this together” you kiss him gently. “I wish I could take the credit but it was really my mom’s doing. I built the fort but” he starts and smiles. You giggle. “Remind me to thank her later when I see her” you say, knowing his parents were out now.

You two climb in the fort, getting cozy as you wrap the blankets around you two. You start off with a classic disney movie as you two begin to eat the food around you. You two sing the songs in the wrong key and quote the movie together and just enjoy each others company. You don’t pay as much attention to the second movie, too busy talking to each other and kissing here and there. All his kisses were soft and gentle, the kind that made you fall for him more. As you guys were about to pick the next movie he turns to you. “Let’s go get those milkshakes instead” he smiles. You smile and nod. “Yeah, let’s do it” you say and you two get up and make your way to Rosies.

You arrive and go order the usual milkshake to share and sit in a booth across from each other. He smiles. “What has been the best part of your day?” he asks as you guys wait for the milkshake. “Hm, probably watching you kill it in your game today. You were incredible” you smile, holding his hand from across the table. He smiles and blushes a bit. “Awe thank you” he says and kisses your hand gently. “What was the best part of your day?” You asked, expecting it to be about the game. He thinks for a bit. “Winning was definitely cool, but learning that you look adorable in my clothes was the best part.” He smiles, making you blush. You giggle a bit. “You are so cute” you say and rub gentle circles on his hand. “Nah that’s you” he says, making you smile.

The milkshake comes out and you guys end up spending most of the night talking there. It was one of the best nights of your lives, getting to know each other more and just being together was always a highlight, and tonight was definitely a night to remember with the soft spoken words and the endless laughter and the way you two just seemed to glow. It was perfect, and you almost wished the night would never end.

Neighbors

genre: fluff

summary: hyunggu is your new neighbor

a/n: for my girl @pentagon-fics | I actually read through this before posting so there shouldn’t be like spelling or grammar issues, but if so, I suck sorry

Originally posted by bbykino

“Ugh, finally.”

You groaned as you set down the heavy box that you’d packed to the brim. Why you insisted on having so many shoes you’ll never understand. And why your new apartment’s elevator decided not to work the day you moved in, you’ll also never understand.

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boy next door!daehwi
  • okay so this is gonna be my first bulletproof bulleted scenario/headcanon so wISH ME LUCK PLS
  • sO instead of those super duper cliche plots i’ll try to make this as cliche-ly realistic as possible haHA sike no i can’t do that
  • anyways
  • so you live in this nice suburban town where everything was nice and chill
  • not much happened out of the ordinary
  • not many people moved in and out of here
  • it was kinda close knit and relaxed
  • but then 
  • all of sudden
  • in the smack dab of one summer while ur still in middle school/junior high
  • your parents decided to interrupt your wonderful nap to tell you that a new family moved in next door
  • and in your half asleep daze 
  • you accidentally forgot that your parents invited them over for dinner
  • (when ur parents have more of a social life than u do e.e)
  • so you wake up like half an hour before dinner to your mom banging on your door and telling you to get ready
  • “waIT WHAT NO I’M NOT READY WHAT THE HECK MOM”
  • *cue frantic scrambling to look nice or else your mom would ground you for a week*
  • in the midst of wildly attempting to fix yourself up a doorbell rings
  • “y/N OPEN THE DOOR”
  • clumsy you decided to dash down the stairs and ended up skidding down the steps and ended up with bruises on your knees
  • (oUCH BE CAREFUL)
  • (btw you got them on ur knees bc you landed on your knees rlly hard on the last step)
  • but you pulled your outfit down to hide the scratches
  • and you rushed to the door and braced yourself for sOcIaL iNtErAcTiOn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • you open the door to a kid that looks around your age !?!??!
  • ???
  • you open your mouth but nothing comes out
  • but the boy speaks first
  • “hi my name is lee daehwi!! you must be y/n! nice to meet you ^_______^”
  • you give him a small smile and he gives one of his bright smiles back and his eyes crinkle and you feel your chest tighten bc w h a t
  • you’re about to introduce yourself back but then his parents appear behind him
  • “oh hello! you must be y/n l/n, right? your parents talked about you and we’ve heard wonderful things. i see you’ve met our son, daehwi!”
  • you politely greet them back and let them in
  • anyways so you guys end up having dinner and slightly awkward/polite convos
  • and the adults like talk about life so you quietly slip away and daehwi follows you to the backyard where you have a set of swings
  • you guys quietly swing in awkwardness bc u dunno what to say 
  • (me in every social situation ever)
  • daehwi notices the scrapes on your leg and !!!! 
  • “oH- that must hurt!!”
  • you look at him wildly confused like 
  • what is he talking about
  • is this kid ok
  • but you see him kneeling down on one knee in front of you
  • and he has a molang bandaid in his hand
  • “…”
  • you haven’t spoken a word to him at all this entire time
  • and he looks up at you
  • you’re avoiding his eyes but you ask
  • “do you always carry around molang bandaids?”
  • he stares at you for a moment and you feel your face flush red and you’re about to get up and leave but
  • then he lets out a huge laugh and ruffles your head 
  • wow he must have long freaking arms if he can reach your head while kneeling
  • “ah you’re cute,,” “but be more careful !!”
  • did he just call me cute ????
  • he put the bandaid on your knee and you eventually warmed up 
  • you started talking to him about life and your fav cartoons
  • and before you know it your parents poked their heads outside 
  • “y/n! daehwi! it’s time to go in”
  • and that’s how you met daehwi

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Secrets And Lies - Nine

Reid x reader

This is the final chapter :)

….

For someone who had committed such a sin yet again, Y/N slept surprisingly well. She woke up at 8am to her phone singing, the soft weight of her daughter curled up against her. She grabbed her phone, answering it to silence it, realising too late that it was Georgia calling her.

“Hello… ” she croaked out, her voice heavy with sleep.

“Just so you know, I’m not mad. And as weird as it will be, I enjoy our friendship and would prefer it if we could remain friends. I’m taking Ellie to see my mom this morning whilst he packs some things up, and then she has a birthday party this afternoon. It’s at one of those fun factory places, perhaps all three of us could meet there to discuss how this is going to work, 3pm say?”

So he’d actually done it?

Spencer had actually done it.

Fucking hell.

She was awake now and rolled away from Ella, sitting upright.

“Y/N… Are you there still? I mean it, I’m not mad… ”

She realised that she hadn’t spoken and coughed quickly, “I’m here. Gee…. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He was meant to be with you, I’ve known that for years. Ellie and I will be fine. We’re going to be one of those weird families, where the ex wife and the new wife are still good friends and they all go on holiday with each other, I’ve decided. No arguing.”

Y/N laughed nervously, still unsure at how to process everything.

“So, 3pm? Yes?”

“Yes, okay. I’ll see if JJ will watch Ella for me.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Spencer doesn’t turn up at your door soon.”

She disconnected the call leaving Y/N feeling dumbstruck. It was then she noticed that she had text messages from Spencer, sent hours ago, asking her to call him when she woke up. She called him, him picking up after only two rings.

“I did it,” were the first words he said to her.

“I know. Georgia called me.”

“She did? Was she… Oh shit Y/N, I’m sorry. Was she horrid to you? She seemed okay when she left.”

“She was strangely calm and fine. Says that she knows we were meant to be together, and she didn’t sound like she was lying. She wants to meet later though. To discuss arrangements.”

Y/N felt Ella stirring beside her and she smiled at her daughters sleepy face.

“Yeah she mentioned that. I think… I think she’s being genuine. Listen, erm…. Obviously Georgia and Ellie are staying in the house and I’m not. I know you didn’t say much last night so I don’t know how you feel about any of this, not really. But I need to find somewhere to stay, either a hotel for a while until I can get a rental or maybe Derek has some… ”

“Spencer, just come here. I couldn’t say it last night and I’m not going to say it over the phone, but all those feelings I had all those years ago are still there. They haven’t gone away. So when you’re ready, come here.”

“I’m pretty much packed, at least what I can right now anyway. So I’ll see you in forty?”

“We’ll be up, I’ll make breakfast for us all.”

When Spencer turned up forty five minutes later and started unloading suitcases from the car, Ella looked extremely confused but happy.

“Does daddy live with us now?” she asked, looking up at both adults.

“Yes, daddy lives with us now. Is that okay?” Y/N told her, instructing Reid to put his stuff in the small box room until she had time to make room in her closets.

“What about Ellie and Georgia?”

“They’re staying in their own home. But you’ll still see them, all the time. I promise.”

Y/N sincerely hope that was going to be the case, it would break both girls hearts to suddenly be ripped away from each other.

“So are you and daddy getting married now? Like daddy and Georgia were?”

“Ella… So many questions, baby. It’s complicated. But what matters is that daddy and I love each other and that we both love you. Daddy still love Ellie and he still loves Georgia, but not in the way he did. And Georgia still loves us all. Okay?”

“Okay. Can we have pancakes now?”

“Yes. Go and get the mix out of the cupboards ready for me and I’ll be through in a minute.”

Y/N had seen Spencer stop at the top of the stairs when Ella had started asking questions, obviously wanting to see how she answered them first. He walked down to join her at the bottom and she smiled at him, feeling butterflies in her tummy.

“It’s a lot for her take in. One minute you and Georgia are a thing and the next, you’re here,” she commented.

“It is, but like you said, what matters is that we both love each other. I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to get here, to finally be with you.”

“Things happen for a reason, at least that’s what they say. And you’re here now. I love you Spencer.”

“I love you too. So much.”

They hugged, embracing each other tightly until a loud clatter sounded from the kitchen and they rushed in to help Ella before she made a mess of the entire kitchen.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent together, giving Y/N a taste of what life was hopefully going to be like from now on. And she loved it.

After breakfast Ella had wanted to watch cartoons for a while, Y/N normally allowed her to watch them on a Saturday morning so the two adults followed her into the living room, sitting somewhat awkwardly together on the couch whilst Ella lay out on the floor.

Ten minutes or so passed by and Y/N could feel a pair of eyes on her so she glanced over at Spencer at the other end of the couch. He held out his arm and cocked his head. Y/N inched closer on the couch and curled up next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Suddenly a huge weight felt like it had been lifted off her shoulders. This was right, this was okay. This was how it should be, how it should have been. She gave a contended sigh as Reid kissed the top of her head. Ella looked up moments later, a huge grin on her face at her mother and father snuggling together. Seeing them together made her happy.

When it came time to meet with Georgia, Y/N and Spencer dropped Ella off with JJ, who seemed surprised to see them both together. She raised an eyebrow at Y/N who smiled at her old friend.

“It’s a long story, that’s actually not that long really. But… Spencer will be living with me now. And Gee and I are still friends, that’s where we’re going to now, to work out details.”

“When did this happen, why don’t I know?”

“Last night and early this morning. Bottle of wine Friday night? Seeing as I now have a built in babysitter?” She grinned at Spencer who just rolled his eyes at the two women.

“Definitely bottle of wine. Or two. Me and you are long overdue a good gossip. Text me when you’re on your way back okay. It’s nice out so we’ll probably take the kids to the park.”

Goodbyes were exchanged and then they made their way to The Fun Factory where Ellie’s friends party was taking place, finding Georgia waiting at a table far away from the play area.

“Never quite thought I’d feel happy seeing my husband and my friend hand in hand with each other, but strangely I do. I must be screwed in the head.”

Spencer and Y/N sat down opposite her and the next hour or so was spent hashing out details. In the end it was decided that for now, Ellie would spend every other weekend at Y/N’s house so she could see her father. If he was away on a case then Ellie would decide herself whether she still wanted to go, so that she could see her sister. The last weekend of every month Ella would go to Georgia’s home to stay there. Both women had become attached to the others daughter and they all agreed that they wanted the girls to spend as much time as possible with each other. It would be also mean the Y/N would have some much needed free time once a month, hopefully to have some actual dates with her new partner. It was all very amicable and Y/N couldn’t quite believe how easy this was turning out to be. If only it had been like this in the beginning.

“I have an appointment next Friday with a divorce lawyer. Hopefully we can get that sorted as quickly as we can so that you pair are free to do what you wish, just make sure I’m invited to the wedding yeah?” Georgia joked and Y/N felt herself blushing.

When it was time to leave, the adults plus Ellie and a large balloon that she’d accumulated from the party, left via the front door rather than directly into the parking lot. Ellie and Georgia had walked here, not living far, so they all walked out together meaning that Spencer could wave goodbye to his daughter.

The three adults were chatting together and making arrangements for Spencer to collect some more of his belongings when Y/N saw Ellie let go off her balloon and immediately chase after it, stepping out onto the main road that ran in front of the restaurant.

“Ellie…. ” Y/N called after her, seeing a car speeding along the road. The girl hadn’t heard her and was still chasing the balloon walking directly into the path of the oncoming car.

Without a thought for herself, Y/N dashed after her quickly shoving Ellie forward and out of the way. She saw the girl skid across the tarmac, skinning her knees just as the car slammed into Y/N’s torso, lifting her off the ground and sending her up and over the hood the car.

It’s true what they say, your life really does flash before your eyes. Every memory of Spencer, every memory of Ella seemed to flood Y/N’s brain as she heard a screeching and felt the weightlessness as she flew threw the air, followed by a loud crunching sound as she hit the ground.

Then… Pain. In her head, her neck and chest, a wetness under her hair. Strangely, she couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. She could see her legs bent awkwardly at an angle not normal at all, but she couldn’t feel them.

And then there was the screaming, the crying. Spencer’s face suddenly coming into view, a look of horror upon it.

“Oh my god… Oh my god… Shit.. Fuck… Georgia, the ambulance? We need it now…. Oh my god… Y/N…. Y/N can you hear me?”

She could hear him and tried to choke out a yes. But it was so hard to talk. Her chest felt tight and full of water, like she was drowning somehow.

“Spen….. Spencer… ” her voice felt far away, like the words weren’t coming from her anymore. Spencer knelt down beside her and grasped her hand gently. She squeezed it as hard as she could.

Georgia suddenly came into view. “Spencer the ambulance is on its way. Timmy’s mom has Ellie, she’s taken her inside… Fuck, Spence..There’s so much blood… ”

That was what the wet feeling underneath her head was. Blood. Y/N was glad she couldn’t see it herself, for someone who used to work for the FBI she was surprisingly squeamish.

“Hold on Y/N. I need you to hold on,” Spencer urged her and she tried to smile at him. She felt so tired suddenly, like she just wanted to close her eyes to nap. He looked so concerned, his beautiful face clouded with worry for her.

She knew why, she could feel what was happening.

And she wasn’t scared. She was sad, that this new life she had planned for her, Ella and Spencer wasn’t going to come to anything. She was sad that she wasn’t going to get to see her daughter grow up, or see Spencer walking both of his little girls down the aisles at their weddings. She was sad she wasn’t going to get to walk down an aisle herself. And she was devastated that Spencer was going to have to break this news to her family, to Ella and Ellie.

But she wasn’t scared. She knew that much.

She summoned every last ounce of energy she had and spoke.

“I need you to… Your phone, the recording app. Turn it on… ”

Oh god how just those few words burned. Reid looked at her gone out, starting to shake his head before Georgia quickly placed her phone in front of Y/N’s lips, the app switched on.

“Ella, baby, Mommy loves you very much. I always, always will. And I’m so sorry sweetie, I really am. I need you to look after your daddy, and your nanna for me. They’re going to need you so much. I love you, and I’ll always be with you…. ”

“Y/N…. No!” Spencer begged, tears dripping down his cheeks.

“I love you Spencer… Please take care of her, bring the girls up together. You mean everything to me. I love you so much.”

“The ambulance is on its way, it’ll be here any second. Please just hold on,” he was frantic and Y/N hated seeing him like this, she wished she could hold on, but she couldn’t. It was too late.

The cell disappeared from in front of her and she cast her eyes to Georgia who was also crying , the words “I’m so sorry” being repeated over and over.

Y/N knew what she was sorry for, all the wasted time caused by the web of lies that was spun years before.

“Gee, it’s okay. Take… take care of them all. Please.”

The woman nodded and Y/N looked back to Spencer who was now weeping. “I love you so much Y/N,” his words cracked and broken. “You can’t leave me, you can’t leave us.”

“I’ll always… I’ll always be here… I…. I love… you.”

Y/N’s eyes started to blur but she caught sight of a familiar figure standing over Spencer’s shoulder, his hand outstretched and a sad smile on his face.

Her father.

Everything was always okay when she was with her father, so everything would be okay now right?

She allowed her eyes to close and her hand to reach out to meet his.

“Daddy? Do I have to?”

The man nodded sadly at her and she accepted her fate.

Her daughter had her father now, and Y/N was back with hers.

It would all be okay, she told herself as she walked hand in hand with her dad.

“Don’t look back baby, not yet. You can look in on them in a while. Okay?”

“Okay.”

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Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Words: 2076

A/N: It’s not edited and English isn’t my first language.
There is gonna be second part :) Not much Stiles in this part
Thanks for proofreading Piggie 🐷💖💕 @golddaggers

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Ivar Imagine #12 “Sleeping next to someone you care about is probably one of the best feelings in the world.”

You couldn’t stop staring you just couldn’t help it Ivar was just so attractive. The sun was filtering through the window of your and Ivar’s shared cabin. He was laying on his stomach and the furs had long slid off his body in the night so his tan back in all its glory was on display. You wanted to run your hands over every muscle and wake him up by kissing his shoulders and sucking marks onto his neck but the reason you were up was your children. You could hear them in the common room of your cabin talking quietly and clashing things together. Deciding you don’t want to let them make more of a mess you slid from under the furs giving your husband’s body one last look before stretching over the bed to kiss his cheek before pulling on a thin nightdress to bust your children for doing whatever it is they are doing.

Opening your bedroom door you found your children trying to cook food for breakfast. Normally it was a sight that could make you smile until your cheeks hurt but you were 7 months pregnant and the child that you were carrying decided last night was the night to move every way possible. Looking from your 7 year old boy Leire to your 5 year old girl Riela to your 2 year old girl Mione you couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling out of your throat. All 3 kids were so serious and clearly worried about being caught because the second you opened the door they froze as though you couldn’t see them. Quietly shutting the door letting Ivar sleep you walked to them taking over cooking the food. You noticed the fire was not lit so you started to question your oldest. “Leire why are you trying to cook without fire. Why didn’t you just wake me or your father if you were hungry?”

The look on Leire’s face was so adorable you mentally awed. “We aren’t allowed to start fires mother you know that!” Ah yes there was no doubt that he was Ivar’s child especially when he wanted to prove just how alike he is to his father. Sighing you ask him again “Why didn’t you wake me or your father?”

This time it wasn’t your eldest and only son that answered rather your eldest daughter Riela “Mione woke me up. She wanted food and then I was hungry too so I woke up Leire. When he went to wake you up he said you and daddy looked so happy so he was just going to try and make something we didn’t have to cook.”

Turning to Leire you couldn’t help the swell in your heart as you thought of what a sweet boy he will become it’s no secret his favorite uncle was Ubbe and its clear some traits Ubbe has rubbed off onto Leire as well.

“Well thank you Leire but you still could have woken me up. I’m the mother it’s my job to care for you all.” Leire could tell by your tone you meant what you said so you dropped it as you cooked the children tried to help out as much as possible. Finishing cooking everyone sat around the table with breakfast in hand quietly munching until Riela asked you a question “Mommy? Why did Leire say you and Daddy looked so happy when you were sleeping? How can someone look happy when they sleep?”

As you thought of a way to answer that would make sense to a 5 year old Ivar interrupted from his spot in the doorframe of your bedroom “Sleeping next to someone you care about is probably one of the best feelings in the world.”

You jumped how he got there without making a sound or even having the door crack open loud enough for you to hear it will never make any sense to you. As your heart slowed back to normal Ivar pulled himself to the table and you plated him food as he stole bites from your plate. Placing a kiss to his lips as you set down his plate you thought of his response to Rielas question. Mione crawled across your lap to Ivar making grabby hands at him until he pulled her to his lap so she could lean up and kiss his cheek like she did every morning. Seeing Ivar interact with his children will always be surreal you loved watching him talk about what he and his brothers will teach Leire during training making sure to include Riela in the conversation because you both agree it shouldn’t be long until she can keep her sword up high enough to join her older brother in training.

Soon everyone’s day started other houses woke and you could hear people getting ready for whatever today would bring. Leire was first at wanting out of the house like every morning. Ubbe would come by with his 3 boys ready to head out to trek through the woods for whatever lesson of the day. Leire would want to change to his clothes and have Ivar get his sword from where Ivar kept it until Ivar was sure he was responsible enough to have full control of it. Mione was next to want out of the house. She was 2 years old and always had wanted down to crawl out the door and into the mud puddle that never dried because she would take cups of water and pour it into one spot. That very puddle you and Ivar often fought about always going back and forth with no clear person on each side whether to pour dirt over it and saying no more puddle or just let her play.

Last to want to leave was always Riela but you couldn’t help but notice as you gathered the plates together to take to basin she was hanging around Ivar specifically. Ivar was still sat at the table not quite ready to have to put on a show for Kattegate as the strong fearless leader. Inside the cabin he doesn’t feel the stares calculating his every move. Inside the cabin he could be Ivar. He could be the father that let his kids climb all over him. He could be the husband that pulls his wife in for a kiss just because he wants one. He could be the man that lets his wife massage his shoulders when they have too much strain from the crutches or pulling himself around. He doesn’t have to be clever or cold or the leader of an army. He can be Ivar.

You can tell the moment he realizes Riela is hanging around to talk to him because his focus changes from just existing to dad mode. “Riela what’s wrong?”

She is just as quick with her responses as her brother and as Ivar is so he barley gets the question out of his mouth as she is already correcting him “Nothing is wrong daddy.” She side eyes you and you know you are no longer needed for this conversation so you go to the bedroom leaving the door open not hiding that you want to eavesdrop to Ivar. Fixing the furs on the bed you listen to the conversation in the other room.

“Daddy what did you mean when you said ‘Sleeping next to someone you care about is probably one of the best feelings in the world.’ I still don’t understand.” Ivar didn’t know how to do this. He almost wishes Riela asked you instead of him. Glancing out the open front door he can see Mione where she is playing in the dirt and he thinks of a way to explain it better.

“Riela when I sleep next to mommy the world disappears. I don’t have to be anyone or do anything. I just get to live in that moment. I hear her breath even out after she had a hard day and it makes the knot in my chest break apart. I feel her cuddle into my side and it makes my skin tingle. I smell her hair as she turns for the 100th time in the night and it gets on my face and I think back to the day we got married and the wind blew her hair in my face the entire time so much so I threatened to cut it off and she threatened to cut off something of mine you won’t know about until way later in life. When I sleep next to y/n and she rolls over to get out of the furs and she kisses me on the cheek even when she thinks im sleeping and I think of our first kiss when she put ale on her lips so when I kissed her I tasted my favorite ale.” Riela is looking at Ivar with wide eyes and he thinks he gave too much of an explanation he quickly askes the gods why she had to ask him instead of her mother before continuing. “When you sleep next to someone you show you trust them. You show that even when you are most vulnerable you know they won’t do anything to hurt you. Having complete trust in someone means the world. Riela I hope one day you will find someone that loves you as much as I love your mother. I hope all of you kids get that because if you don’t you won’t be marrying that’s for sure.” Ivar smiled when Riela giggled at him. Deciding that was enough of an answer she thanks Ivar kissing his cheek something he knows both of his girls got from his wife before running out the door yelling about uncle Hvitserk and his 4 girls.

Hvitserk nods to Ivar as he collects Ivars daughters both waving a goodbye as they meet up with the boys Ubbe took in the woods earlier. Ivar yells after Hvitserk he may be by later to watch them train and Hvitserk knows if Ivar says that in front of the kids he will be so he gives a wave of acknowledgment before continuing to Sigurds house to get his girls.

Ivar knows his wife heard him as he spoke to their daughter so when he goes into the bedroom after closing the front door he is surprised to see her crying. “Wife what happened whats wrong?!”

It only makes you cry harder when he sounds so worried. “I do kiss you on the cheek! I love you so much Ivar. You have given me 3 healthy children and 1 on the way. It’s more than I could ask for. The gods blessed me with you and then again with all my children.”

Ivar gripped onto you tight “I know. I have an heir. I have a little boy and 2 little girls. Soon I will add another to that count. It’s just so much more than I thought I would get. Honestly y/n I didn’t think I could have children. I didn’t think I would have a wife. I didn’t think I would have a women at all. You have changed my life. I went to the seer when we got married I asked alot. I asked about kids he said many children I thought he was a cruel man to tease me with such things. I went again because we will announce the raid again all of us Ragnarsson boys will go even Ubbes eldest who will get his 13 arm band this summer will go. I had to know if we would all return. Y/n the seer said I will have many more children when I said I had 3 and 1 on the way if those are a part of the many children he laughed and told me to build a bigger house. He said start now and don’t stop building. I will have an army with my sons and daughters at the head of it by the time I die. I don’t think I have been so proud or so hopeful of something that didn’t happen yet.”

“I know you heard me tell all of what I told to Riela. I meant every word. I love you y/n.” Ivar lays back down pulling you down with him.

“I know you mean it Ivar. I love you Ivar.” You say as you snuggle into his side.

Neighbours - Part Ten: Tommy Shelby

The Introductions

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My mother returns from America full of stories and gifts, her face bright and excited while father and I sit opposite her nodding along.

“So Georgiana, is there anything new with you?” she says, finally turning to me, her perfect eyebrows raised. I know what she’s really asking, ‘have you found yourself a man’ and my blood boils.

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I don’t know even know what this is except an attempt at a bit of a birthday fic for Liam. I hope he had the best day and well, it’s still his birthday some place isn’t it?

It’s canon-compliant but obviously AU.

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When Liam wakes up and turns over, he expects to blinded by the sunlight as it streams through the window so he just cracks one eye open, lifting his arm up to shield his face a bit, except he’s not blinded at all, there’s a face there instead that even with just one eye open, Liam can see is bathed in light and looks almost like it has a halo.

Till the face says something and then presumably laughing at his own joke because Liam can just about make out the eyes crinkling and the shoulders heaving up and down, and honestly it’s better than any amount of sun on Liam’s face, it’s like a balm to ease whatever worries or concerns Liam could ever have so he opens his other eye, lowering his arm and just as he does, the sun’s suddenly there in his face for all of about 2 seconds and then his vision is filled with Zayn up close.

“Good morning, or afternoon, happy birthday babe.”

Zayn kisses Liam on the lips and Liam reaches out for him, ready to pull him closer, ready to start his birthday in the way that’s traditional for them, but as he reaches out, his hands clutch at air as Zayn’s already off the bed.

“See you downstairs in a minute Li,” and then he’s gone.

Liam huffs slightly, feeling slightly put out and considers falling asleep again cause it’d serve Zayn right, but as he glances at his watch and sees it’s gone midday, and he ain’t getting any younger, literally, he pushes himself off the bed.

A quick glance at his phone on his bedside table and he can see everything’s happening as planned, and that’s all the time he spares on it, he already had the texts and calls off the ones who mattered in the early hours, and he’s got a good luck call to make later, they both do, but today’s for them, just like yesterday and the day before that and it’s the last day before they head home, before everything starts up again so he puts the phone down, pulls a pair of shorts on and heads downstairs to find Zayn.

Zayn who Liam can see from halfway down the stairs, Zayn who’s got a chefa hat on, no shirt on and a pair of bright pink and yellow striped shorts that Liam thinks he could make out from several miles away,  Zayn who’s frying some eggs by the smell coming from the kitchen and is dancing a little jig as he does it.

Liam doesn’t even need to look at the mirror opposite him as he reaches the last stair to know he’s got this ridiculous grin on his face,  Zayn’s still oblivious, still dancing round to what Liam recognises as one of the songs Niall sent them a few weeks back.

For a moment, Liam thinks of going back up the stairs to get his phone so he can film Zayn but instead, he just contents himself with watching.

“I know you’re staring at me or maybe me arse,” Zayn wiggles it, “But stop being a weirdo stalker and come here cause I need you to butter some bread.”

Liam tuts, fixes a pout on his face and walks to the kitchen, smacks Zayn’s arse lightly as he passes him and starts speaking in what he thinks is a pretty passable impersonation of a Yorkshire accent.

“Don’t want you to lift a finger tomorrow babe, gonna do everything for you tomorrow babe, you can just sit around being 24 and I’ll do everything, I’ll even hold the phone for you while you’re speaking to your mum and dad.”

Zayn snorts as he turns the hob off, “Like buttering bread is hard manual labour, poor little Liam.”

Liam pulls off a bit of bread and aims it at Zayn’s head, “I’ll remember this for your 25th birthday you twat, when your bones are creaking and you’ll be whining that I’ve made you make a cup of tea, you’ll look back on this day and regret it.”

“Not as much as the day I married you, you knob.” Zayn fires back, but he’s there by Liam’s side in an instant, and he doesn’t even need to be, Liam doesn’t even flinch because there’s no sting in Zayn’s words, no malice and it’s them,, their back and forth, the banter and Liam hates that word but it’s what keeps them sane, keeps them going, keeps them both laughing when everything around them makes them feel like they want them to sink.

Liam doesn’t complain though as Zayn’s fingertips fall on Liam’s waist and then his lips are on the back of Liam’s neck.

“What about the eggs?”

Zayn’s lips pull away long enough to get out, “fuck the eggs.”

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An hour later and Liam’s heading down the stairs again though this time he’s got a t-shirt on and he hears Zayn talking on the phone, saying, “Thanks a million cuz,” and then looking up at Liam and smiling, holding a thumb up before he says his goodbyes.

“Job done?” Liam asks.

Zayn nods, grinning a bit more and then he gets distracted as Liam reaches the bottom stair and Liam follows his gaze to Liam’s own left hand.

“You remembered to wear it again.”

Liam holds out his hand, gazing at the ring and grins back at Zayn pointing out Zayn’s hand too, “You too,” before the smile fades, “Both of us getting right back in the habit of wearing them most of the time again, just in time for not being able to wear ‘em”

Zayn’s there in front of him, lifting up Liam’s chin so Liam looks into his eyes, can’t resist him, can’t duck away and fall into the trap of being despondent about a situation they can only make the best of for now.

Zayn’s fingertips fall away from Liam’s chin, now he knows he’s got Liam’s attention and fall to his hand instead, and to the finger with the ring on it, and then he’s pulling it off, and holding it up before he caresses the finger with the fingers of his other hand.

“Yeah but babe, that’s why you got the 4, and that’s why I got the symbol, cause it looks innocent, looks just like a number but it’s not, and okay it’s not the same as when we’re wearing ‘em but we know, and anyone who actually listens to you and your interviews knows too.”

They share a grin over the last few words, acknowledgement of a moment when in the midst of an ocean filled with lies, Liam couldn’t lie about that, lie about the meaning and the reason for what seems like a simple number for a single moment.

“This is why you’re the best husband in the world, this is why I don’t need any presents, don’t need a birthday shag and yet,” Liam points upstairs and raises his eyebrows for just a moment, “But yeah you always know how to make it right, pull me out of the fog.”

“A fog which we aren’t going to talk any more about today love cause we’ve got less than a day before we have to head back to reality so we’re going to stay in this little bubble, and well, I’m going to have to insist on something.”

Liam doesn’t even have time to ask what Zayn wants to insist on before his feet leave the ground and he’s aware of Zayn moving across the floor, but all he can see is the ground as Zayn holds him round the middle and then he’s gently lowered onto the settee, the insanely comfortable settee in the living room right next to the doors where the sunlight streams in and the warmth is mixed with a breeze to make it comfortable.

Liam’s laughing as Zayn stands back from him, “What’s all that about?”

“Well, someone insisted on no pressies this year and we aren’t going to be able to get new tatts for a week or two so as Mr pouty said earlier, I promised you a day of not lifting a finger, and I’m extending it to you basically being allowed to be as bone idle as you like today, that and your wish is my command.”

Zayn doesn’t miss the way Liam’s eyes dart to Zayn’s crotch, “Fucking slavedriver, alrightthen if you insist, but first let me get us some very belated breakfast.”

“Accompanied by some of that sexy dancing from earlier I hope.”

Zayn’s back is turned by now, but he looks behind him, bites at his lip, raises his eyebrows and stars to sway, but he’s got the bright pink and yellow shorts on, and Zayn can move, he can really move, it’s just that iit’s like Zayn’s centre of gravity is affeced by being in an unfamiliar part of the world. 

“On second thoughts Malik, don’t give up your day job and just get the breakfast on and make it snappy.”

The baguette lands in Liam’s lap, because and it’s just a guess but Liam’s sure Zayn was aiming for his head, and that’s another thing he ain’t so hot at in Greece just as Zayn pouts and says something about, “Sod the pressies, and the romantic idas for tattoos for your birthday, I’m just going to get ‘fuck you Liam Payne’ on my forehead.”

“That’ll go well with my ;He does - every day’ one.” Liam fires back, quick as a flash.

“I hate you so much,” but Zayn’s laughing.even as he finds more stuff to throw badly in Liam’s direction. 

“I love you too Zed.,” manages to get out before Zayn’s lips are on his and then time gets lost and thats just fine.