Hello my beautiful and amazing followers this is imhoseoktrash (also known as @mylifeiskpoptrash)
So,some days ago, I finally reached 2k followers here on my sideblog!!!!!!!!! I made this sideblog just a few months ago and I am really happy to have you here and also on my main blog (for those who follow me in both). Thank you!!!!!!!!! You make my life amazing and this makes me feel so happy, specially beacusethis is my first follow forever with this blog💕💕
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REQUEST: Can you write a Seb x reader imagine where he usually wakes up before the reader but this time reader woke up first and he finds her dancing wearing just his shirt in the kitchen making him breakfast and she doesn’t notice him there and he realizes how lucky he is to have her and he proposes or something with a lot of fluff please
Sebastian was an early riser. Always had been.
When he woke up that Wednesday morning, he was extremely surprised that you weren’t right there next to him. He normally woke up before you and was often given the task of trying to get you out of bed. You loved your valued sleep time.
Rolling onto his back, he lied in bed and wondered if you had left to do something that morning. He couldn’t remember if you mentioned that you had an errand to run or anything.
He doesn’t think of Liam when he fucks into the guy he can’t remember the name of in the back of his Range Rover or the time he spreads Michael one of his employee’s on his and Liam’s bed and eats him out before sending him on his way with a small kiss on his lips. He doesn’t but he cries in the morning after in one of Liam’s shirts as he watches their wedding videos and thinks over where everything went wrong and why he couldn’t still be in love with this guy that gives him and supports him through everything.
Where Zayn doesn’t love Liam like he use too.
Home by jesswritesthings | Words: 6K | Rated: teens and up
where Liam thinks zayn is cheating or bored but really he was just planning a surprise
Slowly, very slowly, Zayn nods. “After the job,” he agrees, and turns to leave. But then he pauses, with his hand on the doorknob, and Liam braces himself because he knows the signs of a Zayn Malik bit of wisdom coming. “But Liam—” he talks to the side, not looking back, “You keep on wanting me to show my hand. But you–you’ve barely got any money in the pot.”
In which Liam pines, Zayn broods, Louis is manic, Harry charms everyone, Niall makes the best sandwiches, and stealing the money is barely the point at all.
It’s 1999 in SoCal. Zayn just graduated high school but all he cares about is riding bikes and occasionally getting high and getting dragged around to parties by his two best friends— Niall and Harry.
Niall rides bikes that he makes out of stolen parts and Harry is just a broke kid with a skateboard and a ridiculously high IQ.
Liam lives a privileged life, everything handed to him on a silver platter, but all he dreams of is being a pro skater. Louis is Liam’s best friend (if not his mischievous sidekick) who doesn’t mind stirring up trouble with the kids from the other side of the tracks.
Zayn doesn’t know if it’s funny or a little sad that they keep skirting around this thing they’ve gotten themselves into. Sometimes it hurts knowing that Liam never asks him to stay even though Zayn knows he wants him to. He wonders how long he can keep doing this, can keep waiting for Liam, and he doesn’t know if it scares him or not that he could possibly wait forever.
In which Zayn is an English teacher tempted to write awful poetry about the warm coffee color of Liam’s eyes, Liam is a primary ed teacher and single parent who thinks he’s too busy to be in a relationship, Niall and Harry are the sickeningly cute newlywed teachers in the school, and Louis is a drama teacher who is not-so-patiently waiting for the day of his own wedding.
Liam’s memory of Zayn is a summer afternoon, scraping enough money together between them for ice creams and a pack of smokes, the window open in Liam’s room to entice a breeze inside. It’s midnight conversations and early morning kisses, still half asleep. It’s all the words Liam never knew how to say until he heard them from Zayn’s lips.
And Zayn’s memory of Liam is….well, that’s the problem. Liam has no idea.
“You need to get over the fact we haven’t shared everything together babe,” Liam mumbles tired.
Zayns shakes his head, “I do not. Couples must experience everything together. I know smoking our first cigarette together is stupid, but it makes me happy considering I didn’t get drunk with you my first time, nor did I lose my virginity to you.” Zayn gives Liam a pointed look, like he dares him to say something about that topic.
Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the two most loved coaches on The Voice UK known for their banter on the show and best friendship off. Louis’s determined to win and finally end Harry’s winning streak with Zayn Malik on his team, but Harry’s flirting and Liam Payne have different plans.
— Or an AU based off the Voice where Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.
Black Treacle by littlenoona | Words: 68K | Rated: Explicit | ABO
Liam wasn’t gay. She wasn’t. She liked dick. She’d never seen one in person, but she’d watched enough porn during her heats to have a pretty good idea of what they looked like, kinda scary but well, that’s just how they looked like. She liked them. She was supposed to, right? She was an omega, was supposed to want an alpha, a male alpha, to stuff her full of his pups and make her his good girl. So why the fuck was she fingering herself to the girl next door?
(or the fic where liam doesn’t like girls and zayn will punch whoever looks at liam in the throat and harry just wants zayn to fuck her and niall just wants to have a simple date with his girlfriend and louis just wants to fool around // genderswap!)
Liam is a dancer. Zayn is an R'N'B singer. Louis and Harry are agents who hate each other. It all turns a bit ridiculous and a lot lovely.
I’m a good boy by rosetintmyworld | Words: 46K | Rated: Explicit | VERY TRIGGERING
Liam Payne seemingly lives a normal, if not boring life. He has one friend and is a second string lacrosse player. Everything seems normal, until you look behind the closed doors. His father loves him, even if it’s too much and he’s convinced himself of that. Until, a new boy comes to town, the boy has scars and a secret of his own, and he only wants Liam to let him in.
He doesn’t realize how much pain he’s in until the hot water hits his shoulders. He hisses at the sting but lets the water pound his aching muscles anyway, washing himself with Liam’s body wash and shampoo, then toweling himself off until he’s practically pink. His knees are already buckling as he makes his way over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of clean boxers, and he eases himself into bed, wrapping himself in the cold sheets. He doesn’t cry, no, not at all.
[Or the one where Liam’s been kidnapped but doesn’t remember Zayn and Zayn struggles with loss and love and heartbreak all over again]
“Zayn had never been more grateful for his vapid bitch of an ex-wife.”
or where Zayn loses his wife, his kid, and his job over a few months. He doesn’t know who he pissed off, but he does know that he’ll do anything to get his life back. Minus Perrie. Plus the hot CPS worker.
He downs the rest of his more gin than tonic and sets his glass down. He begins to walk to the loos, except he feels a tap on his shoulder. Zayn turns and is frozen in place, staring into a pair of friendly eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response. The other male motions him to come to the bar— he follows because- fuck it. It’s not like this night can get worse.
Alternatively: Zayn really regrets going out with Niall. When a man approaches him with an offer he just has to refuse, Zayn isn’t too gutted about it.
He loves it, the singing and the touring and the fans and the boys, his boys, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, not being a fireman or an Olympic runner, and he’s so, so grateful for everything he’s been given, everything they’ve been given. But sometimes he reads hateful tweets, or comments not meant to be hurtful but end up feeling like a punch in the gut anyway, listens to people belittle everything they’ve achieved, and he doesn’t mean to let it get to him, but it does.
(or, in which Liam doesn’t love himself, (or think he deserves to be loved by anyone else), and Zayn tries to show him why he should).
“'Is there a reason you’re always staring at me from your window?’ Liam learns that Zayn’s very blunt.
Liam stutters and tries to come up with an answer that doesn’t seem creepy. He doesn’t want to tell him the truth so he starts to tell a lie.
‘Do you just like admiring me?’ Zayn asks, licking his lips and Liam’s eyes glance down at the movement before looking back into Zayn’s eyes.“
Or, Liam’s always admired his yard guy. He’s never talked to him just stared at him from the window. He thinks he’s being sneaky until one day the guy needs to come in to get a glass of water. And something else…
though i try by outofcases | words: 17K | rated: teens and up
When Liam tells Zayn he wants to come out to their families, Zayn stalls until he can’t anymore. Backed up against a wall and scrambling for options, he makes decisions he’ll come to regret and rushes to fix them in any way he can. Along the way, he finds out what family really means, picks himself back up when he falls, and learns that courage and show business have next to nothing in common.
Liam is getting tired of secrets, and Zayn is not good under pressure.
“I’m going to die,” Liam rushed through his head. “No, worse than death. I’m going to shrivel up into the size of a pebble and get chucked so far out into the ocean a whale swallows me in. Then, I’ll taste so bad that it’ll spit me out and land me on some socio-monkey island where I’ll get torn to bits and passed around like a hockey puck as they sink their diseased teeth into my flesh. I knocked into Zayn Malik and I am definitely going to die.”
Zayn doesn’t know exactly what brought him to this stage. Doesn’t know when Liam became both his biggest weakness and strength. He still can’t quite believe that there is someone in his life who has deprived him off the ability to say ‘no’.
What he does know though; is that he’s too far gone to be pulled back. And according to the irritating voice of his subconscious, he is so fucked.
On the other hand, by the way, Liam is too far gone as well. But, in an entirely different way.
"Zayn sits cross legged on the sheets, staring at the embers burning at end of whatever the hell it is he’s smoking, the only light in the pitch black room. There are cigarette holes in the duvet. He doesn’t care what he smokes anymore. When he’s not high off the taste of Liam on his tongue, it’s got to be something else, anything else. He only smokes when she’s asleep, and he knows withdrawal from Liam would be harder than withdrawal from anything else he’s sucked into his lungs, but it’s so hard, he’s so fucked up.”
Inspired by the poem “I Like It When You Sleep” By Matty Healy of the 1975, Insomniac Zayn struggles to protect the girl he is head over heels in love with from the drug addiction that consumes him. He’s guilty for being who he is and he’s guilty because Liam loves him, and Liam deserves so much more.
Liam writhed beneath him, trying in vain to thrust up into Zayn’s elusive fingers. He felt warm all over, his body pumping blood and pounding with the low music Zayn put on what felt like hours before and the desperate, aching desire to feel something, anything on his leaking cock.
“Please—” Liam breathed the word like a prayer, breaths huffing out in little exasperated whines.
“I guess I did want you to fucking beg.” Zayn slowly pressed his palm to Liam’s hip, sliding closer to where he was panting to be touched.
(or the one where liam’s pouty and jealous because zouis hang out and get high together and he just wants to blow smoke in zayn’s mouth)
It’s the last few days before they’re all off to Uni. Zayn just wants his boys around him while he still has them.
-It’s not that Zayn is restless, more just… floating. Unquestionably awake, but in a quiet sort of headspace, weed fading from his system even as the alcohol clings to him slightly. The red eyes of Louis’ bedside alarm clock (a creepy little Pooh Bear perpetually about to pinwheel over the side as he reaches for a pot of honey) says it’s just about two in the morning.-
In which Niall discovers that he is, in fact, the very last straight boy.
“What’s up?” Niall’s groggy voice filters through and “You worked some sort of love charm on me right?” Liam asks quickly and Niall laughs with him at 2:03 in the morning. He’s never laughed this much.
“If I hadn’t met you, I never would have realized what kind of person I am. I would have grown into an apathetic, clueless, obedient adult. However, after spending time with you, in tears, laughter, and anger, I now know that I have all these emotions inside me, too. And that makes me proud. I’m glad to have known you.”