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For me, being bi means finally accepting a part of myself that I hid for so long. All my life, despite being raised in a pretty open-minded and accepting family, I’ve always struggled with being anything that defines me as “other”. I’ve never been someone that fit neatly into the norms society presses on us, and that made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I was always the girl with anxiety disorder, the girl with scars, the girl who had gone through emotional abuse. For so long, I refused to let myself be the girl who is bisexual too. Any feelings that I had towards other girls, I shoved away and pretended they didn’t exist.

Earlier this year, I was in a situation that forced me to come to terms with my sexuality (I met a gorgeous girl and fell COMPLETELY head over heels for her without meaning to, oops :P) and I’m so glad that happened. Even though the relationship between this other girl and I didn’t work out, realizing and accepting that I am bisexual felt like finding a puzzle piece I didn’t know was missing until it was finally in place. Everyone always talks about their experiences coming out to other people, but for me, being able to come out to myself was such a huge moment. The freedom I have felt since allowing myself to be who I truly am and love whoever I want is indescribable. Despite difficulties I have faced, and I’m sure will continue to face in the future, I am so proud to be bi. I will forever define my bisexuality as the biggest step I’ve ever taken in accepting all of who I am, no matter how “other” that may be ♥

thetwobosses  asked:

SEND “ ❤ ” FOR A LOVE LETTER FROM MY MUSE.

Lovely Sean,

You are one of the sweetest, most talented people I’ve encountered in Bossville, I’m so glad we met. Though I do feel badly that the mural didn’t get the attention it deserved. I hope we’ll find more chances to enjoy one another’s company. Perhaps we can pop out for tea one afternoon.

Meryl and Colin are lucky to have you in their lives.

❤ Furia


Colin, 

You smooth, debonair fella. It is nice to have someone who appreciated a good ride as much as I do. We really do need to do that again soon. Send my love to Meryl and Sean. Take good care of them.

Kisses,

Furia


Meryl, my lovely firecracker, 

You have become a bright flash of color in my life. Your trust and bravery excite me. You are beautiful and thrilling; I always look forward to seeing you.

Here’s to more spicy food, joyful laughter, and wanton moans in our future.

XOXO,

Furia

slytherpuffdestiny  asked:

Favorite story of yours? Uuhh...I like most of them, but I am particularly fond of It Takes a Village and am currently rereading We Weren't Born to Follow. Can't believe how many little details I missed on the first go through! I love how much thought you put into it

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Thank you! I was really surprised at how well It Takes a Village ended up being. So glad everyone liked it though. 8D

-rubs hands together- THAT IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN TELL ME ABOUT WWBTF!

I always wanted to write a fic where after the reveal, when you go back to reread it, it’s all these hints and foreshadowing everywhere. 8D

You’re full of interests and passions, such a thirst for knowledge and learning. Your friends are all so glad you’re there to lighten up their day with your bad jokes and great advice. Your books are so glad you exist, even though you tend to buy more and more of them without having finished reading your previous ones. You have so much potential in you, so much to achieve and do and enjoy. Go on, I believe in you.

Charles Xavier x Reader

Originally posted by chuckxavier

Just sum Charles fluff I’m gonna post here.

if you would like to see more I also have a wattpad where I usually post this kinda shit.

Anyways, enjoy!


It has been two years since the last time you stood in front of these doors. Two years since you heard the laughter and noises within and it has been two years since you heard his voice… His calm voice. You couldn’t even hear it in your head anymore. Even your mind was in complete lockdown for him. That was the price you had to pay to have a decent life.

But today…

You were back.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader – Reunion

Originally posted by failedbitch

Imagine saving Rick, Carl and Michonne when a run goes wrong. You get injured and they take you back with them to the prison where you reunite with your boyfriend Daryl who you haven’t seen ever since the apocalypse started.

Note: Way too long time no see, guys! I’m really sorry, I’ve been working all summer so I didn’t have time to write at all. I’m so glad to be back though! Since I haven’t written in a while I might be a bit „rusty“, but I still hope you enjoy it! 
And as always, this beautiful moving picture does not belong to me.

It all happened so fast. At one point you were just minding your own business trying to find a safe place to crash for the night. You never stayed anywhere longer than you needed -  found something to eat, got a bit of sleep and then back on the road.

Suddenly, the sound of voices coming from not far away made you stop. Someone was in trouble, you thought. Without hesitation you ran into that direction. After all that has happened you promised yourself you won’t let anyone else die if you can prevent it.

The voices were getting louder and louder, that must have meant you’re close. Finally you saw them. Three people - a man, a woman and a boy standing on a car surrounded by walkers. You could tell they were out of ammo since they were only using their knives and a sword.

They were running out of time, you had to act fast.

„Hey, bitches! Come here and have a bite of this fresh meat!“ You shouted in an attempt to distract the walkers as you climbed onto a roof of the nearest car.

You didn’t have a gun, but you had a bow and thankfully also a lot of arrows. You started shooting one after another as they crawled into your direction.

It didn’t take too long to take nearly all of them down especially since your three new friends starting attacking them from behind. You sighed in relief letting your guard down for a second.

„Watch out!“ The man shouted.

Too late. One of the walkers took you by your ankle and pushed you onto the ground. 

„Fuck.“ You growled in pain. That’s what you get for not paying attention for one goddamn second. You tried to reach your bow which you dropped in the fall but it was too far and that dead sucker was already crawling on top of you.

„Oh come on!“ You tried to push his face away with one hand and reach for either your knife or one of your arrows with the other hand but with zero success. Thankfully, you soon didn’t have to worry about it when a blade of a sword came right through the walker’s head.

„Thanks.“ You smiled as you took the woman’s hand. She smiled back and helped you get up.

„Are you okay?“ She asked worriedly once she noticed you can’t fully step onto your right foot.

„Yeah, it didn’t get me. I was only joking when I told them to bite me. Seems like this one took it way too seriously.“ You laughed trying to hide the pain. „I must have just hurt my ankle, I’m gonna be fine. Don’t worry about it.“

„There’s a prison not too far away from here. Me and my people use it as a residence for the time being. We’re gonna take you back with us and get you a proper treatment for that injury. After that you can go, or you can stay if you want. We could use somebody like you.“ The man said as he took you into his arms and carried you into their car.

Once you were all set, he stepped on the gas trying to get you all back as fast as possible. Not just because of your leg but also because it was starting to get dark and they were out for quite a while, the others must have been worried.

„I’m Rick, by the way. This is my son Carl and my friend Michonne. What’s your name?“

„Y/N.“

„I have to ask you a few questions, Y/N, is that okay?“ You saved their lives, which he was grateful for, but this was something he just needed to do.

„Y-yeah, sure, whatever you need to know.“ You nodded as you struggled to adjust your position due to your injury.

„How many walkers have you killed?“

The first question was easy. There was nothing else you hated more than those … things. They ruined your life just when it was finally starting to have some meaning. Killed everyone you loved. Or at least you thought so.

„Each and every single one I could find. They are monsters, they don’t deserve anything better.“

„How many people have you killed?“

This time you hesitated. It was hard for you to talk about it no matter how many days, weeks or months have passed.

„ … Two …“

„Why?“

„ … My mom and brother. They were bit. I just … I couldn’t let them turn.“ Your voice broke with the last sentence. You didn’t want to let them see you cry so you quickly wiped away the tears and took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

„I’m so sorry about that.“ Michonne said holding your tightly. „Is anyone else you know alive?“

„No … at least not that I know of. It was always just me, my mom and my brother … And my boyfriend. But I haven’t seen him since … since all this started. The small chance of him still being alive is probably the only thing that kept me going for this long.“

„I’m sure you’ll find him.“ She tried to comfort you as she stroked her thumb over your hand.

„Yeah, I hope so. Wherever he is – if he’s alive – I just hope he’s not alone. I hope that he found a group of nice people and that he’s happy …“

Michonne could tell how hard it is for you to talk about your loved ones so she tried to change the topic.

„How did you survive this long on your own anyway? You don’t look like … ehm … „

„Like I can fight? Yeah, I can’t, not really. But I can shoot. This baby saved me more than just a couple of times.“ You caressed the top of you bow lightly when you talked about it. It was like your best friend and until now the only ally against the evil in this new world. „It’s more quiet than a gun and better than a knife, I wouldn’t last a day without it.“

All of the sudden the car stopped. You didn’t even notice you were already there. Looking through the window you could see a bunch of people already standing there waiting for their friends to come back safely. They must have been really worried.

Rick opened the door and helped you out of the car. 

„Everyone, this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with us now, we wouldn’t have made it home without her.“

„H-hi“. You almost whispered and waved your hand. Everyone was staring at you. They all seemed liked nice people but you never really liked being the center of attention, so it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. 

Not knowing what to say you looked down shyly when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

„Y/N? … Baby, is that you?“ It was already dark so he couldn’t see you clearly. He slowly made his way closer and closer to take a better look.

„D-Daryl? Oh my god … I can’t believe it!“ If you could walk you’d immediately run into his arms. Tears started running down your cheeks. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you gathered all your strength and made your way in his direction as fast as you could.

As soon as he heard you voice and realized it’s really you, he ran towards you, pulled you into a tight embrace and buried his head into your chest.

Unable to stop sobbing, you ran your fingers through his hair and stroked his back gently. You needed to feel him. To know that this is real. Not just another one of the dreams you kept having almost every night.

After a while he finally pulled away from the hug only to take your face into his hands kissing you deeply.

You couldn’t see the looks on everyone’s faces but they were all pretty suprised. Daryl never told anyone about you, anyone except Carol. He truly believed you were gone and didn’t trust anyone else enough to tell them about how he lost the only love of his life.

„I really thought I lost ya. I went into your house, there was blood everywhere, I thought … I thought you were gone.“ He confessed while caressing your cheek not letting go of you for one second.

„I’m sorry, I should have left a message or something … I-“ You covered your mouth with your hand trying to stop the sobbing.

„Shh, don’t matter now, the only thing that matters it that you’re alright. You’re here. With me. And I’m  never losing ya again.“ He wrapped his arms around you once again pulling you close against his warm body and whispered into your ear: „I love ya so much, Y/N.“

„I love you too, Daryl.“ You whispered back as you pulled your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, unable to keep the smile off your face.

anonymous asked:

I found this and thought it would be funny for mckirk: Person A *unbuttoning shirt* : god it’s so hot in here ; Person B : I know that but why are you unbuttoning my shirt ?

  • Over the years, Leonard feels comfortable enough around Jim to flirt with him freely. It’s something Jim initiated, but now something Leonard happily reciprocates. It’s just flirting, after all. It’s fun, it’s safe, and it’s just their thing. Nothing actually happens, no matter how ridiculously cheesy their flirting gets.
  • “Hey stranger,” Jim says, resting his hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he slips down on the bar stool next to Bones, “what’s a place like you doing in a guy like this?” “That’s not even creative,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. He refills their drinks, smile easy on his face. Leonard listens to Jim talk about his day, a smile to match Jim’s, until the other stops talking and says; “what?” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Leonard says, “I’m trying to listen, but I’m getting lost in your eyes.” Jim opens his mouth to protest, though he’s pleasantly flustered for a few seconds. “You’re just as bad as I am,” he says eventually, and Leonard laughs, too.
  • “If I were a cat I’d spend all my 9 lives with you.” “Please don’t,” Bones says, “because I’m allergic.” They’re sitting in Bones’ quarters. Bones has been reading his PADD quietly, while Jim’s nestled against him doing the same thing, just far less productive. “I’m in the mood for a pizza… a pizza you.” “Shut the fuck up,” Bones laughs, “not only is that terrible, you’re just reminding me of the fact that we don’t have pizzas here.” “York Town next month,” Jim says, “I’ll take you out for real pizza.” “Deal,” Bones says, probably a bit too quickly, “what are you doing on your PADD, anyway?” “I’m reading up cheesy pickup lines.” Bones huffs at that, turning back to his own PADD. “My doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U,” Jim continues. “I’m your doctor, and the only thing you’re lacking is Vitamin D.” “Oh, you have no idea,” Jim says, turning to Bones with a small smile, just to throw the other off guard a little.
  • “Are you thirsty?” “Thirsty for you.”
  • “I need directions-” “Ask Sulu or Chekov.” “- Bones, can you not? I need directions to your heart.” “Lame.”
  • “There’s only one thing I would change about you, and that’s your last name.” “Really? Because I’d change lots of things about you,” Bones replies to that, “for one, you’re annoyingly stubborn.” “Bones.” “You think before you act, to the point it’s incredibly frustrating.” “Bones, please.” “You have no consideration for the Prime Directive whatsoever-” “Bones, you’re ruining the mood.“ "You purposely avoid my medical appointments. All the god damn time.” “I get it, I get it-” “You’re also so god damn beautiful you give the sun a run for its money.” Jim opens his mouth, though processes Bones’ words, and just gives him a smug smile instead. “Smooth, Bones. I’ll give you that one.”
  • He’s been working together with Uhura almost all day, and Leonard is exhausted. Uhura’s trying to translate the speech of the weird alien they picked up while Bones monitors its vitals carefully. “So how are you and Jim, huh?” Uhura asks. “Good?” Bones replies to that, “I mean, I can’t complain.” “No, I bet. Jim’s passionate in everything he does,” Uhura agrees, and Bones smiles lightly at that. “Annoyingly so.” “I’m glad, though,” Uhura says, “I haven’t seen you this happy in, well, ever.” “Thanks?” Bones says, though he’s not quite sure what that’s supposed to mean. They work together for another while, quietly so, though then Bones needs to get something off his chest after all. “Sometimes I feel like we’re an actual couple, you know?” He says, carefully so, and Uhura narrows her eyes. “Wait. What do you mean, you’re not together?”
  • They’ve spent the last couple hours in Bones’ quarters, with their usual light banter, strong drinks, and a little flirting. Though something feels different this time. Jim touches him more than usual, or Bones is just more aware of it now. He feels that hand on his shoulder even after it has left. He feels those eyes on him even when Bones is focused on his PADD. He just feels super aware of Jim’s words and his presence, and he’s not sure how to deal with this anymore. “Hey,” Jim says, and he’s suddenly really fucking close, “is it just me, or is it super hot in here?” “No, you’re right,” Bones says, watching Jim’s arm move downwards as he pulls the zipper at the back of his uniform, “but why are you pulling down the zipper of my uniform?” “Because,” Jim says, “it can always be a little hotter.” He laughs at his own joke, and Bones smiles fondly, though then finds himself leaning in closer. Actually kissing Jim is the weirdest sensation, especially because Jim kisses him back so eagerly, his hand still on Bones’ back, though sliding down to pull his shirt over Bones’ head and remove it entirely.
  • Leonard finds himself both at peace and somehow twice as conflicted afterwards. He doesn’t want to move, because Jim’s body is warm and comfortable against his own, and he doesn’t want morning to come. At the same time, though, he can’t rest easy knowing their whole friendship can’t be the same again, and that alone is enough to keep him awake. "What’s the matter?” Jim asks so suddenly, it nearly startles Bones. “Nothing.” “Don’t bullshit me, you’ve got your stiff pondering shoulders,” Jim replies to that. “Okay,” Bones says, turning to face Jim properly, “I can’t do casual.” “What?” “Casual sex.” “Okay?” Jim replies, frowning a little, “what makes you think I can?” “I know you can,” Bones says, “I’ve picked you up from numerous locations across campus during the Academy.” “Touche,” Jim says, “I mean, with you. I don’t think I could do casual with you. Plus, Uhura told me about your conversation with her and I figured if I ever needed any confirmation about how desperately in love with me you are, that was it.” Bones laughs at that, a hand running down over Jim’s naked back. “I’m liking you a little less already,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles. “No, you don’t.” 
  • It’s probably minutes later when both of them are nearly asleep (Jim’s definitely asleep), when Bones’ fingers gently trace down Jim’s spine. “No, I don’t.” 

[holding back tears] himchan and jongup starting insta lives at the same time in their hotel room and messing about showing up in each other’s videos…. jongup doing a solo live video oh my god that pure organic laugh….youngjae commenting demanding attention….. himchan carrying on the video whilst jongup paused his own to reply to comments on himchan’s….

I got a bit fucked up over how, when Pike said JB was staying in Whitestone, the Trickfoots didn’t even blink. No protests, no “she’s one of us”, they just took their gold and fucked off. Fuck. 

I am so glad, though, that JB gets another chance to do things right. With good people. In a city full of people who are still healing. With others her age - Cassandra, Kynan - who have done the same kinds of things, but are working through it. 

And I will always be so happy and thankful for a show that gives us so many examples of how found family can be more than the family you’re born into. That the people you choose to love and be loved by in return matter, that when your blood family are shit there are other, better options. It means a lot to me that we keep seeing these choices being validated; in the twins, in Grog and Pike, in JB maybe as well. 

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The Dashing Florist. CS AU.

So this is my first shot at a one shot - since the word count is 11,579, I guess I didn’t succeed all that well. Sorry! 

Anyway, this fic is gifted to @lenfaz for her birthday, Happy Birthday shipmate, as she mentioned she would like this to happen in her reblog of the original prompt post  I hope you enjoy it Lena. 

Thanks as always to my incredible beta @ilovemesomekillianjones and her continuing encouragement for me to write whatever my crazy muses throw at me. You’re the best!

Also available on AO3 and FFN


The door jingled as it was roughly pulled open, the sweltering heat followed Graham Humbert as he stormed into the office.

“He’s done it again,” an accented voice rang through the space.

“Done what?” a muffled voice called back. Graham followed the sound and found a very pert ass sticking out from under a desk.

“He’s parked his delivery van in one of our bays. August is looking for somewhere to park that doesn’t involve a three-block hike.”

The body under the desk wriggled back a little, then there was a sharp crack, followed by a ‘fuck’, and finally his boss pulled her lithe body from under the furniture.

Emma rubbed her head where it had collided with the desk as she stood. “This is the third time this week,” she grumbled. “And it’s only Tuesday.”

“I know. You have to do something about it, Em. We need our vehicles on hand, not miles away.”

“I know,” Emma agreed on a tired exhale, brushing her hands off on her black skinny jeans. “And I’ve told him this as many times as I can remember. I pay way too much for the privilege of those parking bays and he thinks he can just…” she stopped mid-rant. “You know, I’ve had enough of his shit. Maybe it’s time to do something that will get the message through his thick hair.”

“His what?” Graham asked.

“What?” Emma responded, unclear on what he was asking her.

“You said thick hair.” Maybe she hit her head harder than I thought, he mused.

You know what I mean, Graham. Time to get the message through his thick skull,” Emma exaggerated the word, nodding once in self assurance before she marched for the door.

“Hey, now, Swan. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Like what?”

“Like flash him your boobs. Not everyone is pulled toward their magnificence.”

Emma protectively cupped her breasts. “Don’t listen to him girls, there isn’t a man alive able to resist your charms.”

Graham laughed at her as she left.

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‘so fucking glad’ (bucky barnes drabble)

I don’t write a lot of Marvel fics mostly because every single one that I’ve ever read is 1000 times better than any fic I could ever conjure up. That being said, please read this lol. It’s a late Valentine’s Day drabble. I hope you like it!

(as always, gifs are not mine!)

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” ft. Bucky Barnes

Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but criminals don’t stop working because of some hallmark holiday. Since you and Bucky were the only two who didn’t have plans, Tony sent you both on a day-long mission to infiltrate what was suspected to be a HYDRA facility. Turns out, they were wrong, and you two spend the entire day pretending to enjoy and understand computer tech. Bucky was much better at pretending than you were: he flirted with the workers and let some of the others take a look at his arm. You weren’t doing too bad yourself, but you hated the whole mission. You could barely pretend to like normal people let alone people who could go hours talking about computer tech… aka Tony Stark.

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“Oh, God,” you groan as you and Bucky step inside the elevator, finally able to relax after a whole day of smiling and shadowing. “They were like Stark to the 10th power.”

“C’mon, be nice,” Bucky laughs as the elevator doors close. “They were decent people. I don’t know if I can say the same about Stark.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. Bucky and Stark had an odd friendship. They claimed to dislike each other, but would always rise in each other’s defense.

“Now who’s being mean? You’re only saying they were decent people because you got like 20 phone numbers, Barnes!”

“23, actually, not that I’ve been keeping count,” he laughs as you nudge him.

The elevator stops at your floor and you both walk out, nudging each other on your way to your rooms. You and Bucky had always been good friends, clicking immediately after he joined the Avengers. You two would always train together, partner up together on missions, have movie nights every other week. You were head over heels for him, anyone could see it. You couldn’t read him, though. He’d flirt with you sometimes, but you never thought anything of it. He was Bucky: he flirted with everyone.

“Earth to Y/N? Anyone home?” Bucky flicks your head and you turn to glare at him.

“Ow!”

“Hey, I wouldn’t have to do anything if you were listening to me in the first place!” He narrows his eyes at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “As I was saying, it’s Valentine’s Day, do you have any plans at all?”

“Actually,” you bite your bottom lip, as Bucky turns to look at you with his brows furrowed and hurt in his eyes.

“Oh,” he clears his throat and nods, taking a step away from you. “I-I’ll let you get ready then. You have fun, okay?”

“Wait what? I was hoping to do something with you.”

“What?” He looks at you, confused.

“Bucky,” you take a step closer to him, a hair away from him. You tilt your head up and gently press your lips against his, a surprised gasp escaping from him. After a few seconds of Bucky not moving, you take a few steps back, embarrassed and red-faced. “S-sorry I shouldn’t have–”

Bucky strides over to you, cupping your face and kissing you desperately. You whimper against his mouth, resting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He smiles against your mouth, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I’m so fucking glad you did, though,” he chuckles, his lips moving to your jaw and then up towards your ear. “So fucking glad.”

“O-oh fuck,” your hands move to the back of his head, tugging his hair as he nips your earlobe. “It’s been a long day… l-let’s take a bath together.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he captures your lips with his own as he lifts you up bridal style. You were so happy you didn’t have any Valentine’s plans.

Ong Seongwoo - With You [Part 1]

Genre: Fluff (I think? At least for Part 1)

Parts: [Part 1]  [Part 2]  [Part 3]

Note: After taking a long break from writing, I thought I would start up again with a new blog! Enjoy Part 1 of this Ong Seongwoo story!


“S-seongwoo? What are you doing here at this hour?” you asked, surprised to see your friend so late into the evening. Your eyes studied his features, noticing his slightly swollen eyes, evidence that he had just been crying, and that deep pout on his lips. Instantly you knew what was wrong. It was a look you knew all too well. He had just been dumped.

You moved out of his way as he walked into your apartment, his steps slow and heavy. “I’ll get the ice cream,” you told him as you dashed into your kitchen, rummaging through the drawer for two spoons and plucking the ice cream from the freezer. In record time you left the kitchen and found that Seongwoo was already seated, staring blankly down at your table. You took a seat next to him, opening the carton of ice cream and placing his spoon inside, sliding the carton closer to your quiet friend.

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Okay, so…. 2x18 huh?? 

I don’t even know where to begin. Okay, let’s start with the only slightly happy thing that happened in this episode that it was Maia and Simon. I loooooved their scenes together so much. Their little banter about the ducks, Maia trusting Simon and telling him about Jordan (Alisha was a-ma-zing during that scene). We got introduced to Bat as well. Can’t wait to see more of him, I like him already, please protect him. By the way, I think Bat and Simon with get along really well with this whole discovering the downworld thing. Hope they become buds in the future. Max. Holy fuck. I suffered so much with this boy. First of all he’s so brave, the way he fought Sebastian !!!! So good!!!! I’m so glad he’s alive (though when Jace got that fake text my heart stopped for a second, I’m not even exaggerating). Sebastian. Listen. I was so frustrated with the whole Johnathan talk with him right in front of them. HE WAS RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. THEM. UUUUGH. And last, but not least, Malec. That episode destroyed me. Those flashbacks were so soft and cute and that last scene… I’m a mess. I just want to curl into a little ball and cry for the rest of my life. 

Overall this episode literally fucked me up. My heart is in pieces, my emotions are everywhere, I don’t know what is going on and everything hurts, just please make it stop. 

Other things worth mentioning:

  • Will Tudor being amazing as always. Please give him all the awards. 
  • Again. Alisha. Just wow. 
  • Also shout out to Matt and Harry. They killed it. So so so so good. I love them so much for really giving everything for these characters. Thank you so much.
  • FINALLY THE MALEC FIRST TIME WE DESERVED.
  • Clary actually did something this time that actually kinda worked??? And just didn’t blow up in her face??? Finally??? Thank you Clary! 
  • Jace crying over Max’s blood broke my heart a little. So did Izzy. 
  • Alec crying because of Magnus. Just nope. 
  • Bat must be protected. 
  • I hope they treat Simon and Maia’s relationship right because they both deserve happiness. 
  • Sebastian/Johnathan can choke. (Though, not gonna lie, that scene where he kills all those shadowhunters was really good.)

Imagine attending a wedding with Chris.

“I can’t believe you’re attending my wedding with Captain America.” Luca, your best friend giggled excitedly as you helped her with her makeup. You smiled and shook your head, mostly because you couldn’t believe it either. “I take things are going well then?”

“We’re attending a wedding together,” you said and you realized it was the first time you’d actually admitted it to yourself. “It’s going amazing,” you told her then smiled. “I don’t think I’ve been so happy in a long time. Chris is…He’s kind of the perfect man.”

“He will be perfect if he quits smoking,” Luca murmured under her breath and you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry but it’s true,” she held her hands up in surrender. “You’re only turning a blind eye to that bad habit because he’s Chris Evans, any other guy would’ve been kicked out to the curb already.”

“For your information, he quit the day after our first date.” You defended your boyfriend of almost a year now. “I just didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be jealous of my now perfect relationship with the perfect man.”

“Oh haha,” she bit sarcastically but she couldn’t help her smile. “Can we be serious here for a second?” She asked, pushing your hand away from her face. “I’m really happy for you, babe,” she said and you smiled. “You deserve to be with the perfect man after your string of imperfect ones. I cannot wait for the day I get to do all this crazy maid of honor stuff for you while you sit and wait to meet Chris at the alter.”

“Me neither,” you smiled then said, “but today is not that day. Today is your day and I’m your maid of honor so stop talking and let me finish your makeup,” you scolded playfully and she laughed, closing her eyes so you could finish applying her eyeshadow.

“Hey Y/N.” Olivia, Luca’s cousin and another one of her bridesmaids poked her head into the room and your hand lowered as you looked up; Luca turned to the door as well. “Chris just arrived, do you want me to finish up so you can go see him?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m almost don-” you were cut off by Luca.

“Go see him, you doofus.” She instructed as she yanked the makeup brush from your hand. “You’ve done enough for me and this wedding, it’s time you go and enjoy it. I’ll see you when it’s time to walk down the aisle, that one I’m going to need you there for.”

“I love you,” you hugged her.

“Save those three words for Chris,” she hugged you back.

Olivia took over for you and you left the bride’s prep room and headed out into the reception hall. You found Chris by the bar with Kai, the best man and one of your oldest friends, chatting and drinking beer. The guys heard your heels coming their way and they glanced in your direction, talking and laughing amongst themselves as they turned away. You counted to three in your head and silence fell among them as you saw both men by the bar dart their gazes back onto you, letting it wash over you from head to toe. Chris choked on his beer when you smiled and gave him a flirty little wave of your fingers, and you silently thanked God that your best friend wasn’t one of those girls who wanted her bridesmaids’ dresses to be uglier than hers.

“Maid of honor,” Kai nodded at you.

“Best man,” you nodded back.

“You look beautiful,” Kai complimented.

“I think that’s my line, man,” Chris chuckled.

“And I think that’s my cue,” Kai chuckled then left.

“Well, what do you think?” You held your arms open and gracefully shimmied, showing off your dress to Chris who laughed and nodded his head in approval. “And you look very handsome also.” You grabbed him by his tie and drew yourself closer towards him until your body was flushed against his.

“Hi beautiful.” He smiled down at you because even at 5'7’’ with 4’’ heels you were still slightly shorter than him; you loved that because what girl in her right mind didn’t want a gorgeous guy towering over them?

“Hey Captain,” you smiled then kissed him tenderly as he placed his hands on your waist. “Thank you for coming,” you told him when you broke the kiss. “I know you like to shy away from the limelight but I really appreciate you being here with me.”

“I would go to Times Square on New Years Eve if it meant spending time with you.” He chuckled then kissed your hair and you felt yourself blush. “So how’s Bridezilla doing?” He joked and you laughed. “I’m surprised she’s letting you out here to see me considering the wedding’s about to start.”

“She’s surprisingly a lot calmer on her wedding day,” you told him with a light chuckle.

“That’s ‘cause you’re a wonderful friend who’s made sure everything’s gone to plan,” he poked your side and you giggled. “Seriously, Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. I can’t even-” he shook his head, pretending to be at a loss for words. “Forget the bride, all eyes will be on you.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” you warned him playfully.

“Right,” he chuckled and pretended to zip his lips.
• • • • • • • •
After the wedding ceremony- which was everything Luca had wanted since the two of you were kids- the reception began. You followed Luca around for a bit, helping her with her dress as she made her way around the reception hall greeting friends and family. It was only after she noticed Chris being crowded by a group of very single and slightly drunk ladies that she called Olivia to take over, sending you back to him to enjoy the rest of the wedding as a couple.

“Clear out, ladies.” You instructed as you pushed through them to get to Chris; you saw him let out a breath of relief. “He’s taken,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and he did the same to you. “So move it or lose it. You told them and they groaned but did as you said because they were all well aware of how catty you could be if you wanted to.

“Thank God,” he rested his head against yours. “I was so close to hiding in the bathroom until you were done with your maid of honor duties.” He admitted and you pouted, giving him sympathetic eyes. “No, I’m so glad I’m here though because this is a huge step in the right direction for our relationship. I’m really proud to be here as your boyfriend, Y/N. And if being here with you means having to deal with them- then bring them back because I can do it all day,” he quote a famous line from his Captain America movies and winked.

“I love you,” you told him with a light chuckle.

“Not as much as I love you,” he told you then smiled.

You kissed him just as the band started to play Ed Sheeran’s ‘Thinking Out Loud’. He broke the kiss with a wide smile on his face and beckoned his head towards the dance floor. You chuckled and nodded, letting him led you out there with the rest of the couples including the new bride and groom. Luca caught your eye as Chris pulled you into a slow dance position and you saw her wink, you bit back your smile as winked back.

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

“Hey,” Chris began as the two of you swayed on the dance floor. “Do you remember the first time we met at that coffee shop and this song was playing in the background?” You nodded, smiling. “That was the first time I truly believed in love at first sight,” he said and you laughed. “Don’t laugh at me,” he chuckled. “I’m being serious.”

“I know you are,” you smiled. “And trust me, when I saw you it was love at first sight too 'cause you looked smoking as Captain America,” you teased him and he laughed. “I even liked you when you were the scrawny kid from Brooklyn, I have a weakness for blue eyes.”

“Oh, I know you do.” He grinned then spun you out then pulled you back in, causing you to giggle and causing every other girl in the room- except the bride- to envy your very situation with the most handsome man they’d ever laid eyes on.

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am.

So, honey, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are

“What do you think about this wedding?” You asked Chris. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” He nodded in agreement, scanning the room like you were. “It’s big but not so big that you don’t know everyone by name. I think I want something simple and sweet like this one day.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?” He asked with a cheeky grin on his face. “'Cause you know I’m crazy about you and that I will propose the second I feel like you’re ready for more. So don’t say anything you don’t mean,” he warned playfully.

“I won’t,” you chuckled. “But I can see this for us, can’t you?” You asked and he nodded with a sweet, adoring smile. “I know things are still a little early in our relationship to take that step but- it’s nice to think about.”

“No, I don’t think we’re that far off,” he disagreed. “Time is a concept, Y/N, so it doesn’t matter if we’ve only been dating for eleven months. If we know we love each other and we can see the rest of our lives together, are we really going to let time stop us from taking that leap?”

“You’re very wise for someone who’s only been alive for thirty-five years,” you said and he chuckled. “I know you’re right and it’s not the time that’s bothering me. There’s just a lot we haven’t talked about yet and we don’t even live together. What if when we move in you realize I’m an annoying person to live with and you fall out of love with me and want to break up?”

“That’s not possible.” He shook his head and you smiled which quickly turned into a fake scowl when he added. “You practically already live with me and I already know how annoying you can be to live with and I still love you.”

“You’re a jerk,” you pulled your hand out of his and playfully slapped his chest.

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way (mmm…)
I know you will still love me the same

'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it’s evergreen
And, baby, your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

“Tell me something.” He said when he stopped laughing, taking your hand back into his. “Something you’ve never told me or anyone- and by anyone, I mean Luca as well- before. Anything, even a weird thought you were afraid people might judge you for.”

“Why?” You giggled.

“Think of it as a bonding exercise.”

“Fine,” you huffed then thought about something you’d never told anyone before. “Well- I’ve known I wanted to be a writer since I was six and it’s-” You saw him roll his eyes because you’d told him this before. “No,” you chuckled, “I didn’t tell you the full story. You just know that I wanted to, you don’t know why I wanted to.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “You write because it’s fun and you make people feel with your words. There’s nothing better than seeing someone cry or laugh because of what you’d written on the page, you told me that on our first date.”

“Yes, but I started writing for myself,” you told him. “I didn’t have a great time growing up, up until my twenties- I was the girl people turned to as an option. Other than Luca, I didn’t have many real friends and I sure as hell didn’t have any good boyfriends. Writing was an escape for me, a place where I could be someone other than myself and experience life and love the way I used to watch in movies. I figured if I could do it for myself, why couldn’t I do it for other people? Give the somewhere to run to, someone to be with in their darkest hours.”

That, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)

“Whoever treated you as an option must have been out of their fucking minds because you’re amazing and everything you do is amazing,” he said and you smiled. “Screw those past people, especially those past boyfriends. Luca and I lucked out with you in our lives and you will always be our first choice, come hell or high water.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You asked Chris rhetorically and he shrugged nonchalantly. “I think I’m the one who lucked out in this relationship. You are the best guy I’ve dated and- I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life without you,” you admitted.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N,” he smiled. “Because when I look at you, I finally see where the rest of my life is.” He dipped his head and met your lips for a tender kiss. “Just give me the word and I’ll give you the world,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, lo-ud

So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
But maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are

“I’m ready whenever you are,” you whispered back.

“Good,” he smiled and drew back slightly, “because the ring was starting to burn a hole in my pocket.” Your lips fell apart and you stared at him in awe and disbelief. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t going to propose at your best friend’s wedding, I was going to wait till the hotel even though she was begging me to, said it’d make a great story.”

“Luca knew about this?” Your gaze darted to your best friend who was far too busy with her new husband to look your way.

“Who do you think went ring shopping with me?”

“Oh my God.” You chuckled, feeling your eyes well with tears of joy.

“Think you can keep it together until we get back to the hotel?” He teased.

“I will if you will,” you smiled and kissed him once more.