we just keep on trying 'till we run out of cake

Official Graveyard Shift Lyrics

Rats
Well Mrs. Pharmacist / I insist / fix me up with something quick
I’ve been a bad little boy and I think i’m getting sick
Sick to the bone / slave to the flesh
Better put on my Sunday’s best      
I’ve been bad little boy… little boy

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret
And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it
So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos

Everyone’s got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don’t be shy, i’ll never repeat it  

Oh Mrs. Pharmacist / if I resist / lock me up and bind my wrists
You’ve been a bad little girl…. little girl.    
Close your eyes and listen close
I know just how much you love it
If you speak you lose your turn
So shut your mouth before I fuck it

Everyone’s got a secret
Tell me all about yours

Love. Hate.
Oh how we play the game
Cold soul
No sense of self control
Love. Hate.
Unsure to pass or play
Cold soul / now  we’re out of control

Roses are red, and my heart is black
We creep about the floor to indulge like Rats
Enraptured, we walk to nurse our obsession
Cause the roles that we play are paved with cruel intentions

Well  Mrs. Pharmacist… If you insist

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret
And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it
So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows
And I just wanna shake you by your little perfect fucking halo

Everyone’s got a secret
Whats yours? whats yours?
Don’t be shy, i’ll never repeat it.


Queen For Queen
If you wanna soar with vultures, you’ll have to swallow bone
The saint charade is over / plastic royalty exposed
You wanna play the victim, to preach upon your throne                                  
No semblance of virtue as your relevance erodes

We go queen for queen  and move just like this

When you fall down
Will you back out
As you crawl through life with no crown?
Though you preach love, you package lies
Just a pawn in a kings disguise

I never said I’m perfect, there’s a guilt behind these eyes
So check me If it helps you fall asleep at night

Your skeletons are building / your closet’s getting tight
Are you the prey or spider in the web of all your lies?

When you fall down
Will you back out
As you crawl through life with no crown?
Though you preach love, you package lies
Just a pawn in a kings disguise

Don’t stop breathing in the chemicals
You don’t know humble… though you play the role
Pockets of evergreen are your amphetamine
Please stop feeding what you can’t control

YOU’LL FALL.
You’ll bend, you’ll break, (you’ll) trip over your “fame”
Be careful, or you’ll run your mouth off your face


Necessary Evil (Feat. Jonathan Davis)
Strip off the weight of morality, and check it at the door
I’ll show you the worst in me
…what i’ve become
 
Blow out the candles I need not a wish
For I am everything
Now crawl to my boots and lick
Kneel before me

Imma have my cake and fucking eat you too.

It’s my party and i’ll die when I want to, die when I want to, die when I want to
The monster you’ve made is wearing the crown
I’ll be the king and you be clown
I’ll take the blame (and) parade it around.
You’ve made me the villain you can’t live without.

Reciting violence like poetry
No you can’t sit with us
Too fashionably plain  
Now say my name
Forget everything you think you knew of who I used to be
I look much better as… as the enemy

Imma have my fucking cake and eat yours too.

I want you low
I won’t let you die
(I’ll) keep you alive
Just to remind you of what you are not

It’s my party and i’ll die when I want to
you wanna see me fail, but I won’t die for you.


Soft
You’re mine motherfucker

Let me begin with envy’s a sin
You’ll have to find new words to invent
Cause I’ve heard your broken record, and i’m not impressed

I love when you talk, I just use it to drive me
I won’t let your judgement define me
I’m not broken, so don’t fix me
I want you to hate me

Tell me what you’ve lost
Hang me on your cross
If you’re so wise, then why are you so Soft?
Do you leave your “throne” as you cast your stones?              
I’m above living under your microscope

I’m insane, I’m “insane in the membrane”
I wanna fuck your face with a switchblade
I’m not broken, so don’t fix me
I’ll leave you behind me

Internet killed the video star

Cry baby cry baby, did I just hear you whimper?
Cry baby cry…
Suck my middle fucking finger

Cry baby / Cry baby
What have you done lately?
Cry baby / Cry baby  
What have you done?

Tell me what you’ve lost.
Demonize my flaws
Do they call you when dumb needs a mascot?
Do you leave your “throne” as you cast your stones?              
I’m above living under your microscope

You dilate / god of your existence
Begging me to listen while you “pray”
Swallow in vain / sliver spoon religion
Closer from a distance

You’re mine motherfucker


Untouchable
They try to bend / they try to break me by design
But I am the nightmare that will haunt you in the light

If it’s war that you want… then I’m ready to play
And the world’s gonna know my name

Through everywhere that I go
Every failure I’ve owned
Every crack in my bones
I’m Untouchable
Like a sleeping grenade
Built to blow you away
Pull the pin… I explode
I’m Untouchable.

Born of the ground I dug myself out from the dirt
With every scar I will avow to shake the earth

Unless it’s blood that you want.. then get the fuck out my way
Cause the world’s gonna scream my name

I will never be silenced
I will eclipse the pain

You can’t let it go      
(It’s) the price that we pay
But I own the grave from which I came
You reap what you sow
We don’t bleed the same  
Cause I own the rights to my own fate
And i’ll sleep a king on my deathbed

Through everywhere that I go
Every failure i’ve owned
Every crack in my bones
I’m Untouchable
Like a sleeping grenade
Built to blow you away
Pull the pin… I Explode
I’m Untouchable.

Every mile from home
Every failure I’ve owned
Every crack in my bones
I’m Untouchable
Like a sleeping grenade
Built to blow you away
Pull the pin… I Explode
I’m Untouchable.


Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2
She’s got no soul / heart black as coal
She’s from Hollywood Forever / dug her out of a hole
And here we go again / spinnin me in her web
She said “there’s just no rest for the queen of the dead”

Another trick to treat with candy apple dreams
Gonna rot her teeth cause i’m so sweet
One lick to rule them all
They crumble as they crawl

She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype  
Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

She’s got a temper in stock / made of hemlock
Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
Death hawk / fresh New Rock’s                              
She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk

She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk
Plays truth or dare in the mirror
Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
Undead, but won’t shed a tear

She’s my graveyard baby
She’s my……

She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat eat eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype  
Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

D- E - A - D  
If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.


The Ladder
Tragedy / a poisonous lover
You infiltrate to destroy
Vanity / a cancer unforgiving
A charlatan with poise  

Fool me once / enough is enough
Was I more than a step on your way up?
Hollowed out /  I’ve no semblance of love
Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck.

Lest we learn / the tables turn / so i’m betting out / I’m betting out.
You can be the prey in your masquerade, but i’m getting out / i’m getting out
There’s nothing left to repair

Ravenous / self righteous and lurid
But how much more till you break?
Scavenger / so fucking undeserving
You slither in just to take what you can take

Counterfeit / I’m calling your bluff
Was I more than just a step on your way up?
Now you’ll burn and you’re flesh out of luck
Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck

Lest we learn / the tables turn / so i’m betting out / I’m betting out.
You can be the prey in your masquerade, but i’m getting out / i’m getting out
Against insight I fed your source of revenue
But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you

Open grave /  I was too blind to see
That “love”, spelled to you, is “F A M E”

You fuck your way up the ladder
Going down on your way to the top
Do your arms ever tire?
Or do they heal while you climb with your mouth?  

Delete Everything
Sever the yearning / you can keep the fucking ring
Delete Everything
You can keep the fucking ring

Nothing left to repair.


Voices
Voices in my head again
Trapped in a war inside my own skin
They’re pulling me under.

I’ve swallowed myself but the fever remains
I’m numb to the pleasure but still feel the pain      
If I showed you my soul, would you cover your eyes?
If I told you the truth, would you dare me to lie?  

I keep it all inside because I know that man is every thing but kind

Voices in my head again
Beating me in a war I can’t win  
I can hear them now
Trapped in a game inside my own skin
And I don’t know myself anymore
They’re pulling me under
Voices

As I walk through this valley of shadows and death
I curse not the “wicked”, I praise not the “blessed”
If I told you the truth, you’d beg me to change
If fear were a currency, you’d own the bank

I don’t want to live so calloused and frozen / ugly and hopeless
I don’t want to live forever, I just want to live right now
You can’t take me from me

I keep it all inside because I know that man is everything but kind


LOUD (Fuck It)
You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you
You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know
Turn it up turn it up now

Another day, a double shot of hate
Drink it up like gasoline
Underpaid, you graduate, to build somebody else’s dream

With a noose as a tie… do you fantasize of a much different life?  
The fix for who they want you to be / directly streamed to your TV

And when they turn their backs on you…

You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you
You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know
Turn it up turn it up now
Loud / Rude / When nobody hears you
You gotta stand up / You gotta commit
Say “Fuck It”, make the best of it

A broken home you’re trying to mend
You’ve got one day left to pay the rent
We’re not sure, but we believe in the lie… that it’ll all be fine, when we die

It’s so easy to grant the mirror power to control what you want to erase                      
Don’t become another victim / “Put a smile on that face”

You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you
You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know
Turn it up turn it up now
Loud / Rude / When nobody hears you
You gotta stand up / You gotta commit
Say “Fuck It”, make the best of it

The money’s in the treatment, baby, not in the cure
So they fuel your pain with fear and shame and then hand you a brochure
The money’s in the treatment, baby, not in the cure
So they build you up to watch you fall and then beg for an encore

What are you waiting for?


570
Burn it down / brick by brick / Made in 2006
Lost and found / losing grip /  I needed this
Question me not, for I gave up everything
Forget me not, cause I’ve not forgotten what this means

Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one theme left
No sign of stopping till my veins rust
Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one thing left
I fucking know where I came from

..And nothing can replace those lessons learned
as I stood with my brothers on the side of the road
No longer haunted by the skeletons
No longer haunted by the past

For so long, it’s all i’ve known
I’m crossing over the undertow
For so long, no one was listening
Determined to make their deaf ears ring

Miles repeat / my worst enemy… is me.
But then four soon became six… to shatter the canvas
Handed nothing / loss pulling the strings
Outlived the dead trends / united by distance

I’ve been to hell and back, with no promise of return
So I made friends with fire, to keep from getting burned
No money, no sleep. dedication
10 years on the road this is sacred
And when i’m facing a wall, I do not quit
…Cause if you mean it, you will make it.

Pulled apart in a world so demanding
I’m still here, still standing
I’ve sweat blood from Stockholm to Scranton
Still here, still standing.

You can always rinse the surface, but the stain will remain

For so long, it’s all i’ve known
I’m crossing over the undertow
For so long no one was listening
I did my time

You live / you learn / you defy the terms, but this house will be my home
Beguiled / betrayed / it’s the price we pay, as trust will be our tomb

If you mean it, you’ll make it.


Hourglass
I’ve watched the whole world drowning in chemicals
Dissociative / but it takes it’s toll
Can I surpass time, or would I start to rust?
Depreciating / collecting dust

And I fear myself as I fall away  
In a cold deluded sense of fate
When the nightmares come, and the doubt sets in
Will the fever break, or will I burn from within?  

It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath
With the hands of time around my neck
Am I more than the pen that wrote the past?
Or am I just the sand enslaved by the Hourglass?

Will I live again, or will I fade to black?    
Dehumanizing / when the heart attacks      
Will I expire before my dreams unfold?
But if the futures so bright, the path should glow

As the walls melt
and the light fades
I’m letting quicksand take me

If you look beyond the blindfold
You’ll find the hole in my soul
One fear, one mind, no hope, no time
If you look beyond the blindfold
You’ll find the hole in my soul

I’m on the edge of my seat
Holding out for a sign
Trying to rewrite the storyline

It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath
With the hands of time around my neck
Am I more than the pen that wrote the past
Or am I just the sand encased in the Hourglass?

Fear is not my fate


Eternally Yours
Blow the bridge to the past / wipe the fingerprints
Melt your heart encased in wax / steal it with a kiss
Our fate engraved / scar enslaved / as we mutually destruct
Repose, my love, i’ve sinned enough for the both of us

In the name of love…..

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones
Eternally yours

I feed like you taught me and selflessly swallow
We coalesce in darkness, so selfishly hollow
Examine the wreckage / writhing in tempo
Invisible anguish casting a shadow  

and in the name of love…

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones
Eternally yours

As we rest in pieces, though I know not your name
I would suffer forever to absolve all your pain

And in the name of love

I’m ready to bury all of my bones
I’m ready to lie but say I won’t
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To rot in this garden made of stones
Eternally yours

I’m ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end
Eternally yours

I’m more than willing to rot in hell with you.

anonymous asked:

what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3

Countdown to the Cake : 9


The Lipstick

707xMC

Fluff

Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours now. How do girls handle this?

To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project? Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.

He checks himself in the mirror once more, running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s time to touch up this lipstick.

You walk into the bathroom. You were almost scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a little of your balance and bumped in this girl.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her, she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you accidentally pushed her.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in 2 hours, tops.

“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.” You picked some wipes of your purse.

“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice high enough?

“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this close…

“Well, they say people with oily skin have fewer wrinkles.”

“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!

He feels a little shiver going down his legs when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin. Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…

“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into you anymore!”

“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”

“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!

He hands you his lipstick and you carefully contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so beautiful…

You grab his chin to hold him in place, he feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?

“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did himself.

“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”

“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is amazing! Where did you get?”

“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…” why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard? “Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”

“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny… and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!

“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken… even though he can’t do nothing with this information.

“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling, they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”

“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you trying to get flings, though.”

“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you?”

“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go get your man, girl!”

“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”

“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”

“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows a kiss in the air for you and leaves.

Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered, she’s really nice and cute.

Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat, what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,

And though it’s time to keep it serious and go after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes, your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…

No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went after you… someone so innocent and nice…

Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent, what would you do?

Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will never see you again, anyway…


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Hi, if you don't mind me asking, what other instances of things unsaid play a role in Gon and Killua's friendship?

Alright let’s talk a little about Gon and Killua’s unique dynamic.

So much of Gon and Killua’s relationship is built on less words and more action and unspoken understanding—or like I’d said in the tags, more about what’s unsaid than what’s said—and I think it’s one of the things that makes their dynamic so interesting. The way the two boys communicate and understand each other is seriously fascinating sometimes.  

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Daughters Are Great Wingwomen

Title: Daughters Are Great Wingwomen

Pairing: Single Parent AU - Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1700 (exactly!!)

Warnings: light cursing (like, one F bomb)

A/N: This was written for @splendidcas‘s Birthday Fic Challenge. I’m so sorry that it’s late, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday! (May many wonderful pictures and gifs of Misha Collins and Castiel grace your presence.) XD

This story is written in two different perspectives (the reader’s and Dean’s). Thoughts are in italics.

Constructive criticism and feedback is welcome!


“Mary, would you hold still for just two seconds?” Dean pleaded as he attempted to braid his six year old daughter’s hair.

“But Daddy, you’re taking forever,” she whined.

Dean sighed in response, still trying to make sense of the tangled mess in his hands. He eventually gave up on the braid and settled on putting Mary’s hair up into a high ponytail.

“There,” he declared when he finished. “Now grab your backpack and head to the car. We gotta get you to school.”

Mary immediately sprinted towards her bag and then latched onto her dad’s leg as he looked for his keys and his wallet.

“Dad, hurry up. You’re gonna make us late,” Mary teased, smirking at her father.

“Yeah, yeah, alright. We’re going.” Dean ushered his daughter out the door and into the car, making his way to her school.

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Rental Love* (8\10)

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Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C.
Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event?
Look no further. Your solution is here!
I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date.
Accepting all genders as applicants.
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Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible.
They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.
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Bossy Boots Strikes Again

Madara & Tobirama 
Words: 3,051
A/N: Kid!Tobi is back to serve your daily dose of fluff! Huge thanks to @redhothollyberries​ for giving me hc’s to run with, and beta-ing this fic into shape! Send her all the love :D
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Sequel to Bossy Boots
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When Hashirama specified that Tobirama will eventually ‘revert’ back into an adult, he never included an estimation. There’s a reason for that. It turns out, there are no estimates to when Tobirama will eventually become an adult again. Time moves on, and the small group of people Hashirama trusts to look after Tobirama return to the responsibilities they have to attend to.

Their days off hardly ever coincide. The days where everyone happened to be working, Tobirama had stuck to Madara’s side like a leech. Not going to lie, Madara preened a bit.

There’s something sweet about being chosen by Tobirama, time and time again. Even though Tobirama sometimes chooses to sleep with Hashirama at night.

He thought Hashirama would sulk at the idea, but when Madara strode into the office the next morning with Tobirama in his arms, there was an extra table with a high chair beside his Police Chief desk. Tobirama’s glower is still unparalleled. And Madara is shameless about utilising it for theatrical effect.

Thus began one of the strangest games of hot potato between Konoha’s elite, with small, chubby Tobirama being shuffled between the people who happened to have time off for the day.

Surprisingly, this is the most smiling Madara’s seen Tobirama do in years.

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A/N: Here we go, here’s the finale. :D Thank you so much for showing all your love and support for this mini-series, I’ll be sure to inform you if I decide to write more for it. You can read the previous parts here: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4. This will be all added to my Masterlist but I’ll also be making one solely for this mini-series. I’m done yapping, enjoy. X

It was fifteen minutes till the wedding. Your wedding. You were in your beautiful wedding dress, a custom-made one by the designer you loved; Ellie Saab. You looked absolutely stunning, thanks to your talented prep team. You looked perfect and you were marrying the man of your dreams, so why could you still feel yourself on the verge of having a panic attack?

You forced yourself to breathe in and out as slowly as you could manage so you didn’t start to hyperventilate. It didn’t work, so you started to pace in your wedding dress; it wasn’t the best idea. Your best friend was too busy packing your honeymoon luggage, and your mother was too preoccupied with your flower girls- your niece and Chris’- to notice how badly you were trying not to freak out. You shook your head and mumbled to yourself, “I need some air.”

You were about to walk out the back door of your room and into the garden when you heard your brother’s voice enter. You turned to him and swallowed, shaking your head when he asked “you ready, kid?” His eyes narrowed in concern, like your mom’s and Luca’s; you had both their attention now.

“I um-” You shook your head again. “I’m not- I’m- um- I’m having a bit of a panic attack,” you let out a breathless chuckle that held limited humor. “I need some air, I need some air. Luca, get me some air,” you demanded as your hand wrapped around your amethyst clover necklace; you needed all the luck you could get.

“Hey hey.” Luca rushed to your side and put an arm around you. With the other, she grabbed your wrists; it was her ‘keep-Y/N-on-her-feet’ position. “You are fine, Y/N. It’s just nerves, you need to breathe. In and out, babe. In and out,” she instructed in a soothing tone.

“Outside,” you told her. “Take me outside.”

“Okay,” she obliged and steered you towards the patio exit, “let’s go.”

• • • • • • • •

The two of you stood in the garden, the fresh air and the chirping birds did well to calm you. You fiddled with your necklace then your engagement ring, smiling to yourself in reminiscent of how Chris proposed. You were sure about marrying him, you’d been sure about him long before marriage was even an idea. You knew your nerves had nothing to do with him, it was- well, you wished you knew.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Luca asked you; you tore your gaze from your beautiful ring and turned to her. “You and I both know this isn’t about Chris, so what’s the problem?” She asked, titling her head in concern and confusion.

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I mean- I guess…At every wedding, there’s a chance of something bad happening. I don’t want anything bad to happen at ours,” you told her. “I just- what if I trip walking down the aisle or the food isn’t good or the band is horrendous and no one dances?” You rambled your irrational fears. “What if the paparazzi and reporters crash the party and ruins the day that- I’ve been trying for the last nine months to perfect? This is our wedding day, Luca. We only get one and it needs to be perfect,” you asserted.

“Y/N,” Luca chuckled softly; like Chris, she was used to your chronic overthinking and perfectionist ways. “You are about to marry the love of your life. Even if everything at your wedding goes wrong, you’re still going to leave it as Mrs. Y/N Evans. That is what’s important here, Chris- he is what’s important here. He loves you and he could not care less what happens as long as you say ‘I do’ at the alter. You could trip walking down the aisle and he will gladly pick you up and dust you off and marry you anyway because he loves you.”

“I know,” you managed a smile as your eyes welled with tears. “I’m just- I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

“Tell me about it.” You heard Chris’ voice and flinched. You turned around and felt your lips part in awe at how handsome he looked in his black, custom-made suit from Versace. He watched you with a similar look, silently thanking the universe for you. “You look beautiful,” he breathed with a sickly sweet smile.

You looked down at yourself and smiled, then gasped when you realized your groom was seeing you before the wedding in your wedding dress and that was bad luck. “Oh my God, Chris. What are you doing?” You demanded and he chuckled softly. “You’re not meant to see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”

“I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you then nodded at Luca who had decided to give the two of you some privacy by heading back inside. “Plus- Your mom told me that you were freaking out and I had to make sure you weren’t going to run out on me.”

You chuckled softly, fiddling with your engagement ring. “You are not the reason I’m freaking out.” You assured him with a smile. “In fact- you are the only thing I am sure about at this wedding. I don’t even know if French vanilla was the right choice for the cake anymore.”

“Oh, come on. French vanilla is the best choice for a wedding cake, we both tasted it and we both loved it.” He chuckled and walked across the garden to take your hands. “I think the dress you’re in can be another, you look like a Disney Princess.”

“You know it’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding, right?”

“Meh,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s such a dumb superstition, like seeing how beautiful you look before everyone else will ruin what we have. Nothing,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Nothing will ever ruin what we have, Y/N.”

“I’m actually really glad to see you.” You admitted, chuckling nervously and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“I kind of have to, you’re going to be my wife soon.” He smiled and let out his own nervous chuckle; it was the good kind of nervous though, the excited kind that created butterflies in his stomach. “I gotta know how to take care of you, right?”

“You don’t happen to have a bag of Gummi Bears in your pocket, do you?”

“You know what.” He laughed and reached into his suit, you laughed as he pulled out a tiny packet of Gummi Bears. You felt your eyes well with tears of joy and excitement; you were about to marry the perfect man. “I figured you would need the distraction today, guess I was right.”

“You’re amazing, Christoper Evans.”

“I have to be to marry you.” He smiled and dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured you when he broke the kiss, much to your dismay; you could’ve just stayed with him in that garden forever. “And our wedding is going to be perfect, I promise.”

“I guess I’ll see you in there.” You told him and he nodded, pushing the bag of Gummi Bears into your hand. You chuckled softly and gave him another peck on his lips. “Thank you for this,” you held up the bag, smiling.

“Thank you for this,” he smiled and gestured to all of you; you blushed as your smile widened. “I’ll see you in there, Mrs. Evans.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek then hurried back in the direction he came.

• • • • • • • •

The music started and your father walked you down the aisle behind the wedding party. The entire time, your eyes were locked with Chris’. He smiled and patted his pocket, subtly informing you that he had another bag of Gummi Bears for you. You stifled a chuckle, your smile reaching your eyes; you were ready for this chapter of your life to begin.

“Take good care of her, Captain.” Your father told Chris as he gave you away; Chris nodded, his eyes never once leaving your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your father hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek before leaving you to Chris to join your mother on the sidelines.

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t trip?” You joked as the two of you joined the priest up at the alter. You heard Chris chuckle softly in response. “Are you sure about this?” You turned to him and he turned to meet your gaze. “'Cause we’re about to chain ourselves to each other for- the rest of our lives. You better be sure about this.”

“You say the stupidest things when you’re nervous,” he whispered softly into your head then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can we skip all the extra stuff and get to the vows so I can just- marry this girl already?” He asked the priest and laughter erupted in the church. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he said and smiled at you.

“Let’s get to the vows then,” the priest nodded. “I believe the two of you wrote your own?” He asked, and both you and Chris nodded. “Shall we begin with you, Mr. Evans? Can we have the rings, please?” He gestured for Scott; Chris’ best man to come forth.

“Don’t screw up, bud.” Scott patted Chris on the back and passed the rings over. Chris rolled his eyes whereas you chuckled. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled at you then moved back to his original spot.

“Okay,” Chris took your left hand in his, ring positioned at the tip of your finger as he began to recite his vows. “I don’t want to go into the history of our relationship- even though every second I’ve had with you has been utterly amazing, but I have to talk about the beginning. Before I met you- I never understood the meaning of true love. I always thought that as long as you loved someone and things worked, you could spend the rest of your life with that person. I was-” he chuckled softly, “very wrong. Meeting you made me realize that there was a specific person for everyone and that you were mine.”

“Chris,” you smiled and felt the tears well in your eyes.

“You, Y/N, you-” He felt his own eyes water as he continued to recite the vows he had spent the last nine months working on. “You gave me a new perspective on love, you made me believe in the possibility of having a soul mate. I love you because you stand by me and love me through everything. My ups and downs, my insane work schedule, my stupidity.” He chuckled. “You take care of me when I’m sick, you pretend to share my diehard love for The Patriots even though we both know you hate sports.” Everyone laughed, including you and Chris. “You give me a sense of purpose in life, and that is to love you and be everything you’ll ever need; a husband, a father, a friend, Captain America- if need be. Now I won’t make promises I can’t keep, I won’t pretend like I’m as perfect as you paint me to be- but I will do my best to be the man you see me as.” He slipped the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I thought I was the writer in the relationship,” you let out a breathless chuckle and Chris smiled. “Well, here goes.” You took his left hand in yours and positioned the ring at the tip of his finger. “Christopher Robert Evans, you are possibly the best person I will ever love in this lifetime or another, and I am so incredibly lucky to have met you. The only thing I could ask for now is that I’d met you earlier so I could spend more of my life with you but- that’s just being greedy,” you chuckled softly and he smiled. “You spoke of the beginning and I feel like I should too because you deserve to know that even before we met, you never once ceased to amaze me. With your kindness and your incredible talent and of course-” you giggled, “your dashing good looks. I loved you even before you knew my name and every day since you took me to Russo’s for our date, I have been living a fairytale that I don’t ever want to end.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” Chris chuckled softly, pulling his hand away from yours for a brief moment to brush away a tear gone rouge. You giggled and he smiled, placing his hand back in yours. “Okay, sorry. Continue,” he nodded.

“You make my busy life so much easier and my bad days so much better. You give me the sense of clarity and assurance I need when I get nervous and angsty about the tiniest things. You tell me things are going to be fine and then you do everything in your power to make sure it happens. You take care of me when I go out and party a little too hard-” The two of you laughed at that, remembering drunk you was what brought forth his proposal. “And make sure I always wake up to a hearty breakfast. You’re constantly challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone but never failing to make me feel safe. You keep our romance alive, you keep me so incredibly happy, and most of all- you love me even when I can’t love myself. You say you’re not as perfect as I paint you out to be but I disagree, you are every bit the man I see you as. Everything I am and everything good about me is you, Chris, and I am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled, “I love you.”

“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said; the grin on yours and Chris’ face grew as the two of you prepared for the next part. “You may now kiss your bride,” the priest told Chris but his lips were already on yours.

Applause and cheers erupted throughout the church but your focus was only on your husband, just as his was on you. Chris broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, smiling, with your face cupped in his hands. You smiled back, wrapping your hands tightly around his wrists.

“I love you, Mrs. Evans,” he whispered.

“And I love you, Mr. Evans,” you smiled.

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Can I just say that H and L’s lyrics fuck me up more than any video or picture proof? This year they have both made it a point to talk about the honesty in their writing. Louis said that the honesty of his lyrics helps fans see a side of him they don’t normally see. Then, Harry with his upcoming album release, has been stressing the fact that these upcoming songs are written about his own life and his experiences. They’ve both expressed and talked about the honesty in their songs, so it really makes you wonder what all these songs are about.
The themes of freedom and forbidden love are so fucking redundant in the songs they’ve written on, it’s hard to be oblivious (but of course antis still manage)
Starting with the most obvious two songs, Home and If I Could Fly:
“So long I’ve been waiting to let go of myself and feel alive. So many nights I thought it over, told myself I kind of liked her, but there was something missing in her eyes.”
One verse in and already hinting at a gay anthem. Louis had a girlfriend before x factor and before Harry. In my head, this verse is talking about when Louis was with her, unsure of himself and scared of what he was feeling, or rather, what he wasn’t feeling. There was a time when he was only just beginning to discover himself, a time of self inflicted hiding. I honestly think this song is about the path of self acceptance after so long of telling/forcing yourself to be something to fit everyone else’s standards. It’s him realizing, hey, maybe I’m not into the gender I was told I’m supposed to like.
It gets more obvious when Louis sings, “I see the smile as it starts to creep in. It was there I saw it in your eyes.” FUck me up with that pronoun change. This song is a literal gay anthem. The fact that Louis sings that part, directly followed by Harry singing, “I was stumbling, looking through the dark, with an empty heart, but you say you feel the same. Could we ever be enough? Baby we could be enough.” This song is such a larrie? I suck at explaining, but just imagine you’ve spent 18 years of your life forcing yourself to be something you’re not, and then you meet this person and everything sort of clicks. This person makes you feel safe, but with all of the outside forces and circumstances, you wonder if its all worth it.
“And it’s alright. Calling out for somebody to hold tonight. When you’re lost, I’ll find a way and I’ll be your light, you will never feel like you’re alone.” The chorus is lead by Harry and finished with Louis singing, “I’ll make this feel like home.” Honestly, the fact that Louis had to leak and promote this song himself says enough.
Harry just had to make it more obvious by writing a response.
“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you. I think I might, give up everything just ask me to.” For someone who has never publicly been in love before (a huge contrast to Louis’ constant het image), he sure does write some heart-wrenching love songs. If his writing style is so terribly honest, where do all of these feelings come from? This song is so vulnerable its hurts to listen to. It’s reassuring and heartbreaking all in one. In the chorus he’s literally saying, if you start to lose yourself and feel like no one is there for you I will give you my love (makes me think of all the stunts and lying Louis has been put through and how he’s starting to forget himself), I am all yours, no one else will ever see how much I love you, you’re my other half, for your eyes only.
Also, real quick, the heart thing, “I can feel your heart inside of mine, I feel it.” Always in my heart?? OKAY MAN.
Then you have Louis’ solo, “I’ve got scars, even though they can’t always be seen, and pain gets hard, but now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing.” Harry is his safety, his sanity, his home. Through all the years of lying, closeting, harsh remarks, and rumors, Louis should have broken down long ago, but Harry has kept him grounded. Thinking of all that Louis has been though makes me tear up, and even when he has seemingly no one, he manages to keep himself standing and strong.
“My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships. Drifting, weightless, waves tries to break it.” Here we go again with the forbidden love, standing together, and holding on. This theme is so constant in their lyrics, it’s almost laughable. The nautical references (Tattoos anyone?) and symbolism stands out clear and loud. Strong is literally just another gay anthem. My mom’s GSA at her school (she’s a teacher) are using this song on their Day of Silence playlist BECAUSE IT’S SO OBVIOUSLY GAY.
The chorus just hits it all the way home, “I’m sorry if I say I need you, but I don’t care, I’m not scared of love. ‘Cause when I’m not with you I’m weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong.” The amount of pride in this chorus make me so happy. I can just imagine Louis thinking, “Screw management, screw pr stunts, screw the media, screw homophobia, I love you and I’m not ashamed to say it.” Black and white, clear as day, Louis is deadass saying that he is not ashamed of himself and no amount of forced closeting or homophobic remarks will change that.
“So baby hold on to my heart, oh need you to keep me from falling apart. I’ll always hold on, ‘cause you make me strong.” AND THERE IT IS, hold the fuck on bitch (if it all goes wrong, darling just hold on).
and it’s not just the “hold on” thing that reoccurs. The words “strong” shows up a lot too and Jesus fuck “heart” must be their favorite word because it’s practically in every goddamn song (not surprisingly).
The chorus of Through the Dark just takes the cake, “I will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough, when the night is coming down, we will find a way through the dark.” Anyone else get major Home vibes? What the actual fuck man?
But can’t dwell on it too long, this is only the beginning my dear friend, because of course we’re back at it with the forbidden love.
“But I can’t hold you too close now, through the wire, through the wire.” This keeps happening, doesn’t it? Singing about hiding your love and being torn apart (and yet elounor do anything but hide). The bridge (sung by Harry dearest), “Whatever chains are holding you back, holding you back, don’t let them tie you down…tell me you believe in that.” Do I even have to explain at this point? They’re so fucking obvious I wanna scream. Actually, at this point the themes are so redundant, I’m just gonna list some more lyrics and let them speak for themselves:
“I think I’m gonna lose my mind, something deep inside me I can’t give up…I got a feeling deep inside, It’s taking all I got…’cause nobody knows you baby, the way I do (If I Could Fly vibes)…It’s been so long, we must be fireproof, ‘cause nobody saves me the way you do…I think I’m gonna win this time, riding on a wind and I won’t give up, I think I’m gonna win this time, I roll and I roll ‘till I change my luck.” Love wins, always.
“Then there’s me, a sinking boat running out of time. Without you I’ll never make it out alive, but I know, yes I know, we’ll be alright…There’s no way you can change the rolling tide, but I know, yes I know, that I’ll be fine…I don’t want to get lost in the dark of the night…’cause I wanna be free, and I wanna be young, I’ll never look back now I’m ready to run.”
“You say we’ll be together even you’re lost…Is it too much to ask for something great…The script was written and I could not change a thing. I want to rip it all to shreds and start again…You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” Okay but ouch :’(
“Used to sing about being free, but now he’s changed his mind.”
Do you get what I’m saying? Do you get why I call it redundant? Because these words and ideas take play in almost every fuckin song they write.
Now, turning to songs Harry has written that aren’t for One Direction: I Love You and Just a Little Bit of Your Heart.
“I fell in love in the morning sun while the hours slipped away. Sometimes when I hear your name, a smile creeps on my face.” Here we have Harry giving major Home vibes yet again.
“And I know that it sounds so wrong and you’ve heard it all before. I didn’t come back and I wasn’t there, I wont trouble you no more…Every time I try to fight it everything just turns out wrong. Maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn’t end up alone.” I honestly don’t know how to explain these lyrics. I just feel like they have a special meaning and I have to include them. Harry doesn’t say or write anything just for the sake of it. He’s raw and honest and emotional.
“I fell in love with a beautiful boy and you still take my breath away. When you left it was the end of my world ‘cause I never got to say that I love you, more than you think I do.”
Now for a song that brings tears to my eyes and makes my heart heavy:
“I don’t ever ask you where you’ve been, and I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with. I can’t even think straight, but I can tell that you were just with her, and I’ll still be a fool, I’m a fool for you.” I don’t think this song is necessarily about cheating. It’s definitely about loving someone so much, you’re willing to share their heart. In a larrie perspective, this song gives major hints at how Harry feels about the stunting Lou does. He tries to hide the hurt from Louis because he knows its not under their control. Harry is a naturally jealous person presumably, and at one point in time he was incredibly insecure. It only makes sense that seeing Louis going out with beards and holding someone else’s hand would break him, even just a little. “I don’t ever tell you how I feel…and nothing’s ever easy, that’s what they say. I know I’m not your only, but I’ll still be a fool.”
“I know I’m not your only, but at least I’m one. I heard a little love is better than none.”
“Just a little bit of your heart is all I want…Just a little bit is all I’m asking for.”
Fuck pr stunts. Free my babies :’(
And okay, I know Ed wrote 18, but hear me out. “I have loved you since we were eighteen.” (or that one time on stage when Louis sang “I have loved him since we were eighteen.”). And then we have Steal My Girl, “She’s been my queen since we were sixteen.” I mean, Harry and Louis just happened to be sixteen and eighteen when they first met, but hey, that’s none of my business.
Okay, I’m just going to finish this off with Perfect, because if I try and get into Just Hold On or Sign of the Times, I’ll never finish this post. Also, because they fucking wrote it together.
“I might never be your night in shining armour, I might never be the one you take home to mother, and I might never be the one who brings you flowers.” I might not be able to love you publicly, I can’t treat you the way you want me to, I can’t hold you or show public signs of affection or show you to the world, but for now I can promise to love you.
“When I first saw you from across the room.” My mind just keeps bringing up that picture from X factor of L and H looking at each other from across the room through the crowd.
And the bloody chorus, just give me a moment because I’m tired of their asses and their need to reference forbidden love all the goddamn time, “But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, and if you like having secret little rendezvous. If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby I’m perfect, baby I’m perfect for you.” WHAT HIDDEN LOVE HAVE THESE TWO EXPERIENCED? Their public het love life is anything but hidden. “And if you like midnight driving with the windows down, and if you like going places we can’t even pronounce, if you like to do whatever you’ve been dreaming about, then baby you’re perfect.” Hiding in the comfort of night, running around, traveling the world together. This chorus is deadass the Just Hold On music video. Funny how the one song Harry and Louis wrote together happens to explain their love story perfectly.
“I might never be the hands you put your heart in or the arms that hold you anytime you want them, but that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment, ‘cause I can be the one you love from time to time.” Once again, I can’t love you in public, but give me a chance to love you anyways, even if I wont always be there. The message stays standing throughout the song; I can’t promise perfection, but maybe we’re perfect for each other despite all this shit, so give me a chance, even if I can only give you so much.
“And if you like cameras flashing every time we go out, and if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about, baby I’m perfect, baby we’re perfect.” Of course, people turned these lyrics into a Haylor thing (genuinely laughable). I’m just gonna say it, I think there are definitely times where they’ve taken a break from each other. I’m not gonna say broken up, because I strongly believe they’re still together and giving up at this point is the last thing on their minds, but theoretically, they’ve written breakup songs about each other (Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Love You Goodbye, I Love You (sung by Alex and Sierra), Spaces). I mean, Harry and Louis were so adamant to make it known that they had written this song together, they clearly hold this song near and dear to their hearts.
I dont know. This straight up became an essay. This is what happens when you’re a songwriter and a larrie, bye lmao.
love wins. always.
always you.
always in my heart.
yes, of course, always.

Proposals and Kids?

Request: Alec imagine where you are a witch a max asks you to teach him about magic while you’re talking he tells you Alec is planning on proposing to you and your like what and max is like I can’t wait for more siblings cuz he doesn’t understand they’d be his nephew and just super fluffy alec

Pairing:ReaderXAlec

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None really 

Authors Note: Hey! Sorry if this is terrible but I hope you enjoy anyhow :) Also thank you guys so much for all of your amazing support! LYSM <3 Also! Requests are currently closed because I have so many ideas coming in so unfortunately they will have you be closed for the time being, I hope you all understand 😊

Masterlist

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Y/n POV

“Max! Food is ready!” You scream from the kitchen, you had just finished up making his lunch. Dinosaur shaped ham sandwiches with a cup of lemonade, Max’s all time favourite.

You were currently baby sitting for the Lightwoods, whilst the whole family went to Idris to sort out some difficulties the Clave were having with the whole Valentine ordeal. You didn’t mind though, Max was like your little brother.

You could remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. A cute little bundle of joy, Mrs Lightwood had described him with a huge grin. Alec had always said that was the way he would be with your kids, when you guys actually did have some. Full of love and care, making sure nothing in the world could hurt them.

You smile at the memory, your boyfriend was all that you could ask for. Even though you weren’t accepted by the Lightwood family straight away, being a Downworlder and all. But Alec and Izzy both fought for you and eventually made their parents see that you would never do anything against Shadowhunter Law. You were taught by the one and only Magnus Bane, you would never disrespect him like that.

You are pulled from your train of thought when you hear little, bare feet pattering against the wooden floor. A small patch of moving hair was visible from over the kitchen counter, then suddenly a cute little head popped up, grinning at you then to his meal.

You move around to lift him up onto one of the stools, then sat beside him.
Taking a sip from your cup of tea you made earlier.

“ So after you finish your lunch, unfortunately we have to do some tutoring” you say as you watch Max devour his sandwiches. He paused to take a drink then looked you at you.

“ Can you teach me about magic please, Y/n?”  He says with the cutest puppy dog eyes, how could you refuse?

“ sure thing, but you need to eat all of your sandwiches and I might have made some strawberry jelly for afters” you ruffle his hair as you get up to tend to dessert.

After lunch, you cleared up the kitchen whilst Max read out a story from his book of fairytales. He was genius when it came to school work but when it came to runes and magic he was a bit on the iffy side.

So you both then headed into the living room, and plonked yourselves onto the large couch.

“ Right, do you want to start with runes?” You say gathering the flash cards up.

“ Sure, can we do ceremonial ones? Izzy was telling me about Parabati runes and how powerful they are”  he mumbles placing his story book onto the coffee table.

“ Yeah we can do that, so what runes do you know of that are used in ceremonies?”

“ Well I know the Parabati one and thats for the bond of love and friendship between two warriors, to make them strong in battle” he says looking up at you will a childish smile. You smile back and nod to signal what he was say was in fact correct.

“ Then there is the marriage rune… Y/n? ” Max asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“ Yes?” You reply looking up from the flashcards.

“ How are you and Alec going to get married if you cant have runes on your skin?” He says curiously.

“ Well, Me and Alec haven’t talked about marriage before” you say simply.

“ It just I overhear him talking to Jace      about proposing to you on your birthday… And I was wondering how would you get married? You could have a beautiful mundane wedding! With flowers and cake!!” He says excitedly jumping up and down on the couch. You were gobsmacked… Alec was going to propose?! Wait…what?!?!!

“ Hey” you say setting Max back down “ when did Alec say this exactly? About him proposing?”

“ Yesterday” he grins.

“ See me and Alec have only ever talked about having kids because marriage would be too difficult with the Law” you mumble, looking at Max with a weak smile.

“ Wait! Im going to have more brothers and sisters?!  I cant wait! We can play forts or play in the garden looking for worms… Hide and seek would be so much better!” He stumbled out, obviously only hearing the word kids in your sentence.

“ Max ” you laugh out trying to calm the excited child, who was running around skipping. “ They wouldn’t be your brothers or sisters, you would be their Uncle” Max stopped straight in his tracks.

“ So I’m not getting anyone to play hide and seek with?” He says with a wobbly lip as he turns to face you.

“ Of course you will, but you would have the responsibility of looking after them, making sure they don’t do anything silly, you would be like a cool big brother”  you say scooping him up and giving him a hug, he snuggled into you; wrapping his arms around your neck.

“ Y/n?” He says in a small whisper.

“ Max?” You reply in the same tone.

“ Do you think I could have a nap before Mum and Dad come home?”

“ Yeah, sure you can… We will just say you did some work, yeah?” You say setting him down on the floor with a little smile.

A huge grin formed onto his face and he ran off down the corridor towards his bedroom.

You quickly snapped your fingers, making the flashcards, that were spread out on the coffee table, slid perfectly back into their box. You spot Max’s story book and pick it up.

You flip through the pages and discover a bookmarked area, it was a fairytale wedding. It was obvious that Max had scribbled on the characters to make them look like family members. Alec was the groom and you were the bride. Max was so adorable it made your heart swell.

You set the book back down and pull out you phone from your hoodie pocket. Quickly pressing the call app, you scrolled down to Alec’s name and clicked call. He picked up on the second ring.

“ Hey! Y/n whats up? Are you okay?” He says with concern, you guys hardly ever called each other, because you preferred to text .

“ Hey! Everything’s fine, I was just wondering what time you guys get back?” You say, as you begin to wander the hall towards yours and Alec’s room.

“ Actually, we are heading to the portal now… So maybe about an hour depending on if we have everything sorted” he explains.

“ Oh good” you laugh “ Its just we need to talk about something when you get back.”

“ okayyy…” He stressed “ About what?”

“ It can wait till you get back, I cant wait to see you!” You smile down the phone.

“ I cant wait to see you as well, I’ve missed you so much” you sense him smiling too.

“Yeah! He hasn’t bloody stopped talking about you since we got here!” You hear Jace shout in the background, making you laugh.

“ shut up Jace!” Alec yells away from the phone.

“ anyways I will be home soon, I love you!”

“ I love you too!” You say quickly then end the call, grinning at the phone for a good five minuets, before deciding to watch some tv in your room.

***************

You feel the bed dip from behind you, and strong arms snaking around your body.

“ Y/n… We’re home” Alec whispers kissing your neck.

“ Hmmm” you mumble, sleep still controlling your body, you must of drifted into a deep sleep whilst watching tv. You turn over so that your facing Alec and bring your hand to his face, stroking his slight stubble with your finger tips.

“ what did you want to talk about” he mumbles, leaning into your touch.

“ what do you think about marriage?”
You say in a whisper.

“ I like the idea of it, what about you?” He says keeping strong eye contact.

“ I love the idea of it but how would we, say if we were to get married, carry it out? Its not like we can have a Shadowhunter ceremony…” You say softly, moving your hands to his lips. Tracing the outline of them.

“ I don’t want that… Clary was telling me about the crazy things you can do in Mundane weddings, some people even go scuba diving!” He says with a growing smile.

“ I just thought you would want to be traditional, and I cant give you that” you whisper, looking at his lips then to his eyes.

“ I want you… Nothing can change that… I have always wanted you” he says softly leaning in, placing his lips onto yours. After a couple of seconds you pull away.

“ Did you know Max thinks that our kids are going to be his siblings? I didn’t know we had already had a son” you giggled.

“ Well we cant disappoint him can we?” He smirks as he leans in to kiss you again, this time with a lot more passion.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 7

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: No Bucky in this one but shit’s about to hit the fan fam, also this one is a bit sad. I kept thinking about my brothers the entire time I’m writing this, I’m such a sap it’s gross. 

(The sentences in brackets are in Turkish)

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ISTANBUL, TURKEY

The constant sound of cars honking, people shouting and the thumping sound of things being moved around served as a perfect background noise, masking the racket that was Sam Wilson.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve hit that spot.” Wanda hummed as she passed Sam, who was kneeling by the kitchen counter.

“It never hurts to be careful.” He muttered as he continued to scrub the handle of the refrigerator clean.

“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“I’m wiping off any traces of us ever being here. It’s easy being you, since you just flail your arms around and things would just come to you. My fingerprints are all over this place.” He explained with a huff of annoyance.

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Best Friend Getting Married

Pushing the last hair grip into her hair, you stood back and sighed until she revealed her glowing face to you. You then smiled. Grinned at her, at the thought of her getting married to the one that she’s been dreaming of marrying when she laid eyes on him at high school. High school sweethearts you could say.
They were definitely one of the most cutest couples you’ve ever seen, and you couldn’t be more happier for your best friend. Ah, she’s changed into the most beautiful woman, with a strong, kind heart, and a sweet soul. Ever since we were kids, she’s always thought about having the “the one” for the rest of her life and it looks like she finally is.

You wiped a tear that had fallen that didn’t give you a warning because you know you were going to be leaving the room in buckets of tears.

That’s when you realised she had a tear escaping but you didn’t let her cry, with her makeup that would be ruined. You searched on the dressing table for tissues that you had brought with you and as you found them you carefully took and handed it to her so she could dab her eyes before they got too wet.

Your best friend sighed, “Oh boy the ceremony hasn’t even begun and here I am getting all teary eyed.” She said with a shaky voice. You giggled at her before sitting next to her and placing an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a side hug.

You had thought for a while for what you were about to say to her before she gets married.

“You do know you have been a true sister to me all my life, right? Everything that you would do would always be right in the end. Thank you for taking care of my ups and downs even though you didn’t have to help me. You would always know what to say when I come over to yours whenever I was upset, especially when I get into an argument with Harry.”

You took one of her hands and looked into her blue eyes.

“Just want to say, thank you. Thank you for being a true friend, a sister, my family. I, really don’t know what I would do without you. And I’m so glad you’ve become a part of my life. And seeing you at this special moment in life, I just…” You trailed off, before tears rolled down your smooth face. You didn’t care if the makeup was running too, you just needed to let it all out.

“Oh babe, stop please don’t make me cry as well” Your best friend said in response to your tears.

“I’m gonna save the rest of the speech till later at the reception. Just remember that I love you and that I can’t wait for you to start a chapter, a family, and join families with ours too.” You smiled contentedly at that thought. Your best friend grinned back at you,

“Oh tell me about it, when we have children I just can’t wait to take them all round your house so the kids will play, and both our husbands would be talking, God knows what, and we’ll bake cakes and cook and…” She dreamed of this moment and so did you. You couldn’t wait.

You were about to say something in return before you were interrupted by the creaks of the huge door which only revealed a tiny boy behind it. It was your son dressed so smartly. You tried to make a hairstyle for him but his curls wanted to be free, so you let his hair frame his cute face.

His eyes were wide and he was almost afraid to come in, like he interrupted something serious. You smiled at him and waved him over.

“Hey sweetie, is everything okay?” You asked him while he walked over with flowers in his hands. You picked him up and let him rest on your hip, before handing these gorgeous flowers to your best friend as a small gift.

He nodded, “Yes mummy, I’ve brought my auntie a present.” She gasped and delicately took the flowers away from his fingers and thanked him before kissing him on the cheek.

You’re the only man so far who’s brought me a present on my wedding day” she laughs and continues, “Thank you so much, Y/S/N, I’ll keep these forever!”

Y/S/N giggled at her before looking at me. You smiled at him for showing that lovely gesture to her. Time had passed in the dressing room, before it was time for Y/B/N to leave this church as a wife.

“It’s time…”

You smoothed down your pastel pink dress that was beautifully done. You also adjusted your son’s bow tie, before he walked down the aisle as the pageboy. The organs filled the church with everyone rising up from their seats to see the beautiful bride walk down. You carefully had your eye on Y/S/N with the valuable rings he was carrying towards the alter where you saw her partner that was going to be with her for the rest of his life. You saw him trying not to cry in front of everyone, it was so obvious by the tears brimming ready to fall any second.

As you walked near the front, you caught your eye on your husband. There he was. Dressed in his black and white coat suit however he left a few top buttons open for a little peak of his tattoos. It was enough for your Y/D/N to trace it with her fingers as a distraction instead of crying and wailing in church. She would also ask her dad why on earth he would have this many tattoos. But she liked it because she’s always fascinated by the drawings.

Harry was holding your daughter by resting her on his hip, and as soon as you reached the front, you glanced at them and saw their grins on their faces as they saw you and your son walking down. He winked at you, causing your cheeks to turn red and hoping the crowd doesn’t notice.

You and Y/S/N joined him at your family’s pew. “You look so beautiful love.” You felt like Harry spoke for the first time to you today, as you were getting Y/B/N ready this morning. He knew what he was doing because your cheeks turned red even more. As soon as you were about to say something, you saw Y/D/N becoming restless in Harry’s arms. She would squirm, she would try and get Harry’s attention by pushing herself out of his arms.

“Uh oh, I think she’s wanting to try and sleep” as you saw Y/D/N opening her small mouth to let out a cry. The church was pure silent with just the Priest talking however Y/D/N’s voice became distinct. You tried shushing her gently and patting her back before her tone gradually went down because of what Harry was doing. He gave her funny faces that lit up her face. It was always enough to make her smile. Then later, she began to climb out of Harry’s arms and crawled her way to the alter. Harry’s eyes widened before getting up and quickly lifting her from the floor and coming back to his seat.

"You’ve been very restless today princess…” He said to her in his gentle tone. You smiled at them both. It was just like the moment when you gave birth to Y/D/N and asked Harry if he wanted to hold her. His words to her were, “You are going to spoil me princess with your cries and constant whining. I’m going to treat you like a princess because you are a princess and you’re mine.”

You were reminiscing that moment and probably will for the rest of your life. You even grinned so bad at Harry.

"What, love?” He smiled back at you.

"Nothing, I love you.” You whispered. Even those words surprised you till to this day and even Harry as he revealed his dimples, showing them off in his smile.

"And I love you” he held your hand and rested it on his thigh. You felt him lift your hand to his lips before placing a gently kiss, to your ring finger. Y/D/N was reaching out for you, noticing that you were there even though it’s been several minutes. You tickled Y/D/N lightly before placing an arm around your handsome little boy next to you. You loved your family and you couldn’t wait for Y/B/N to start one.

Yeah that was crap for a first one but hey there’s many more to come.

Part 3: Imagine staying up past midnight with Chris.

Here’s part 1 and part 2 if you want to jump over and read those.

Dinner didn’t start at 8PM like you had planned thanks to the little detour to your bedroom. By the time the two of you managed to break away from each other and have dinner, it was 1:04AM; not that either of you were complaining.

Both of you were now in your kitchen devouring the last course of the degustation menu; dessert, which was your favorite. You were a little surprised that Chris was having dessert because you’d seen a few interviews where he’d stated that he wasn’t much of a dessert person, which was a bummer for you because your specialty was desserts. He said he’d rather munch on candy than cookies and cakes, but from the looks of things you’d changed his mind.

You watched him eat mouthful after mouthful of your tiramisu and smiled. You didn’t know if you were smiling because you were proud of converting him into a dessert person, or if you were just happy with the fact that- you were dating Chris Evans. You still couldn’t believe it was actually happening and you were a little afraid you’d suddenly wake up and realized it was just an incredibly vivid dream.

“Why are you staring at me?” Chris raised an eyebrow at you, his words muffled by the cake he had in his mouth. You chuckled softly and shook your head, lowering your gaze. “Did you want me to feed you, baby?” He scooped some up with his spoon and held it in front of your face. “Here.”

“I’m good,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away.

“C'mon,” he cooed and pushed the spoon forward. “It’s good.”

“I know, I made it,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away again. “I’m just really full.”

“One bite won’t kill you.”

“Stop!” You laughed and shied away from him as he tried to force another mouthful of tiramisu into your mouth. “I’ve already had enough to eat, Chris. If I eat anymore I’m going to puke in your face and that will not be pleasant.”

“No it will not,” he chuckled and lowered his spoon back onto his plate. “Can I just say,” he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table and his chin in his palm. “You look very, very cute in my shirt.” He smiled when you did.

“Does that mean I get to keep it?” You teased with a cheeky smile.

“And what am I meant to wear?” He chuckled, gesturing to his bare chest. “This is all fine and good while we’re in your house but the second I walk out, I’m going to need something otherwise I’m going to make headlines.” You both laughed at that. “I can see it now,” he chuckled, “right across New York Times. Captain America leaves his girlfriend’s house shirtless, where’s his shield when he needs it?” He joked then threw his head back, laughing harder than before.

You weren’t laughing because you were still trying to process what you’d just heard. You felt your lips part slightly, stunned that he just called you his girlfriend. Of course you’d be glad to be his girlfriend, it was just something the two of you hadn’t discussed. It wasn’t until he stopped laughing and saw your face that he realized what he had just said. You watched his eyes widened as he choked on the air in his lungs.

“Uh- I didn’t- I uh- You see-” He rambled, using his hands a little too much which meant that he was beyond nervous; you bit back your smile. “I um- it slipped out um- We haven’t talked about it so- ignore me, I- I didn’t-” he cut himself off and spooned more tiramisu into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” he hummed then dramatically spoke with his mouth full, “dishisdemicious.”

“Chris,” you chuckled softly and reached over and placed your hand over his. “You can breathe because I’m not the kind of girl who’s going to freak out because you just called me your girlfriend.” He swallowed his cake and pressed his lips together. “Do you want to have the talk so we’re both clear about where we stand, and so you don’t do whatever you just did?” You teased him and he chuckled. “‘Cause I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Well then- do we really have to have the talk when it’s clear we both want this?” He asked rhetorically and you raised an eyebrow with a small smirk on your lips. “I mean- I just unconsciously called you my girlfriend after a week and you didn’t freak out,” he chuckled then jokingly added, “if that’s not soul mate level, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed.

“Yeah, I said it.” He purposely puffed out his chest and brought a proud smile onto his face to comically relieve the situation. You shook your head, trying hard to stop laughing. “I’m an eccentric, okay?” He pouted and turned his hand, palm into yours. “Ignoring all the weird stuff I’ve said about the matter,” his index finger drawing small circles on your palm, “will you please officially hold the title of being my girlfriend?”

“Mm…” You pretended to think about it even though you were already going to say yes. “I mean-” you scrunched your nose, making a face. “That sounds like a lot of commitment and- I don’t think I have-” You were cut off when he jumped up from his stool and grabbed you, tickling your sides. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter, squirming away from his touch.

“Say yes!”

“This is blackmail-” You laughed as he continued tickling you, you were running out of space to move before you fell off your stool. “I’m going to fa- Chris!” He ceased tickling you and wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell, lifting you to your feet.

“Say yes.” He whispered softly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Of course I’m going to say yes, you doofus.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with a guy than when I’m with you,” you admitted then blushed when he kissed you tenderly. “We still have to talk about some things though,” you said when you broke the kiss.

“Like who’s the top?” He teased.

“No,” you chuckled. “Like how we’re going to make this relationship work when we both know we’re not going to compromise on geographical locations.” He pressed his lips together, wincing. “And let’s not even mention our crazy work schedules.”

“Will you stop worrying?” He chuckled. “We’re going to make this work because I’m in New York like- more than you’d think.” It was said unconvincingly but you smiled anyway. “I visit Seb a lot, there’s uh- photo shoots and press tours and interviews that I have to come out for, plus I’m fond of a restaurant called Clover.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling goofily. “The food is exquisite there, and the head chef’s an absolute doll.”

“So I’ve heard,” you agreed, smiling.

“We’re going to make this work, Y/N,” he promised. “Do you want to know whyyyy?” He asked in a sing song voice and you smiled, shaking your head 'no’. “Because I couldn’t possibly leave my best girl behind,” he told you with a smile; his tone so genuine that it made your heart flutter.

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled back. “I’m with you till the end of the line.”


Part 4 sometime soon. x

soul to keep, ch. 5

summary: marinette dupain-cheng is no stranger to unusual situations. a ghost wandering into her bedroom and pulling her into the mystery of who he was and how he died, however, is a touch out of the ordinary for her–and falling in love with him might just take the cake. ghost!adrien au.

genre: romance with equal parts (hopefully) humor and angst

cross-posted: ao3

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“So,” Marinette said, tapping her pen against her chin as she whirled around in her desk chair. “First, we do some research. Here’s what we know.”

Sunlight filtered through the windows of Marinette’s bedroom. This was the first time that Chat had come to visit her during the daytime. He had done so on Marinette’s request; she felt that they had a lot of work to do in the next couple of weeks if they were going to introduce him to Alya and Nino without looking crazy or terrifying, or both.

“We need to figure out how you work.” Marinette began to jot notes down on her notepad as she thought out loud. “You can walk through things. And appear and disappear. Is that right?”

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Tell me a hopeful story

(This … may not be quite what you had in mind? I am a Meme Anarchist. In which the Agent Starshine story gets slightly derailed by me having feelings about old marrieds.)

Agent Starshine is the best agent the organization has seen since—well, since Benjamin himself was in the field, and that’s no mean feat.

It’s an even more impressive feat considering she wasn’t meant to be in the job at all, and Benjamin really needs to subtly discuss with HR the possibility of recruiting more agents from varied backgrounds. If they’re all as effective as Starshine, the world will be in order within six months.

But then again, Starshine has a special kind of genius, considering she’s just come back from a standard mission having located the potential agent whose place in the organization she took and with a plate of baked goods whose smell Benjamin would recognize anywhere. The latter, he has to admit, is far more important to him than the former.

Still, the former is the reason she’s sitting in his office with a plate of brownies and cookies and even, he thinks, some of Ethel’s cheesecake bites, so he musters the strength to discuss Jason Barclay, promising weapons specialist turned improbable IT grunt. “I hadn’t planned to take on another agent this year, but his impressive qualifications stand,” he says, and tries not to look at the cheesecake bites.

Starshine starts eating a brownie, and she’s probably even smart enough to know that he’s ready to confiscate the whole plate, though he flatters himself that she would have no idea why. “Honestly, I don’t think he’s interested. He was about ready to turn tail and run the whole time I had him working as my assistant.”

That is surprising. Benjamin heard a great deal of good about the man he now knows as Jason Barclay during the interview phase. He was exactly the kind of lone wolf they like to have in their organization. Still, if he’s changed his mind, it’s no use pressuring him. Perhaps they’ll just have to monitor him.

Maybe in his workplace. Where there are baked goods.

No, that’s unworthy of him.

“Perhaps, Starshine, it would behoove you to give him some way of contacting you, and vice versa. In case he ever changes his mind. You two made a very good team on this mission.”

Starshine grins. “You know, I think we did.”

When he dismisses her, she leaves a cheesecake bite for him. There’s a reason she’s currently his favorite agent.

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Raised By A Gang

Title: Raised By A Gang-8

Pairing:Reader/Exo Mafia!au

Summary: After you parents passed you were raised by family friends,they just happened to be a gang.

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Originally posted by kibaems

“Quick Y/N, this way!” Chen yelled running down the hall, me trailing behind him. We quickly run to his room, sliding in and running for a place to hide. I ran to his bed, sliding under it and trying to control my quick breathing. I heard Chen running to his closet and quietly close the door. As my breathing finally decided to slow I heard a loud yelling down the hall, followed by the stomping of feet.

“CHEN! Y/N! GET OUT HERE NOW”  I heard the yell of Suho yell out into the hallway. I snickered, covering my mouth with my hand. I could hear Chen doing the same in his spot. I could also hear the slamming of doors opening and closing, which was obviously Suho trying to find us. He continued to yell as he went, mostly about how much trouble we were going to be in when he found us. As he was storming around I couldn’t contain my laughter and had to close my eyes from crying from laughing so hard.

Suddenly I was grabbed by the ankles and yanked out from under the bed. I screamed in my panic thrashing around. Suho was holding me by my ankles so that I was hanging upside down. I looked at him and noticing that he was dripping wet while his hair was a light pink color. His face however was a deep red “you think this is funny?” he asks fuming, I try not to laugh to piss him off more but I’m unable to control myself. I look back at his hair and red face and break into laughter. He sighs frustratedly before letting go of my ankles and dropping me onto the floor. I drop with a thump while Suho moves to the closet. He throws open the doors storming in, I hear a yell from Chen from within the room.

I hear another opening door so I turn my head to look at it seeing Kris standing in the doorway. “Whats going on, I heard a scream and a loud thump” he questions crossing his arms I look at him but point my finger towards the closet. He turns his eyes to look that way just as a whining Chen comes out having his ear pulled by the still red faced Suho. “what happened to your hair?” Kris asks with a smirk, Suho’s eyes snap up to look at him. He points at the two of us “these two put red kool aid in the shower top, now my hair is stained this color!” he says grabbing Chen’s ear tighter, to which the said man whines more. “We thought it would be funny! It will wash out with a few showers hyung” Chen says trying to get Suho to release his ear. Suho grabs tighter but then releases “you better hope so” he glares but quickly whips around to look at me. I cower slightly “and you, don’t think you aren’t getting punished either. You are grounded till Friday.” he says sternly. “But it’s only Tuesday?!” I say exasperated “no buts! It’s not that long, now give me your phone” he says putting his hand out to take my phone.

I sigh but hand it over to him, after he takes it he storms out of the room. Kris stands in the door for a second, eyes following Suho before turning to look at us. He winks and leaves the room closing the door after himself.

Chen turns to me “we are getting your phone back before than” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him “how exactly do you intend to do that?” I ask him “I’m gonna teach you how to pick a lock” he says putting his hands on his hips in a heroic fashion. I laugh “I feel like that is going to get us in more trouble” I say standing up from where I was dropped on the floor. “No it’s fine besides I know the safe Suho keeps his stuff in is” he says heading for the door. “You wanna do it right now!” I yell at him, he turns around looking wide eyed at me “quite! We don’t want everyone knowing what we are doing!” he says slamming the door closed again “we will do it tomorrow, they will be least suspecting then also Suho will be away for the day. I’m going to get a safe out of the basement to practice” he says walking out the door, leaving me alone in his room.

A few minutes pass and he returns holding an old looking safe in his hands. “We got rid of this because it was too hard to open” he says putting it down in front of his bed. “It was too hard to open, so you want me to learn to pick the lock on it?” I ask raising my brows again. “Yes because if you learn on a hard lock any other will be a piece of cake” he says raising his hand to beckon me forward. I stand walking to the safe and sitting in front of him. He reaches for my hair and grabs a bobby pin from it causing my hair to fall in front of my face. I blow my hair away and stare at him “ok so take this and stick it in the hole” he says, I smirk looking at him “that’s what she said” I joke taking the bobby pin from him. He smacks the back of my head “knock it off and focus” he laughs. I do as he instructs “ok now listen closely to the safe and try to figure out how it fits” he says. I put my ear against the safe and listen waiting for everything to click into place. It takes awhile but when it does I turn and look at him. “Now slam your hand on it to lock it in place and twist” he instructs watching me intently. I do as he says and with the last turn I hear a click louder than the ones before.

I look at him again for instruction but he just gestures for me to open it. I do and with it the safe opens revealing nothing inside the box besides a few dead flies. “Good now practice that a few times till you have it down” he crosses his arms over his chest looking proud. I close the safe again locking it and proceed to do it again.

I probably open the safe a total of 7 times before he says I can stop, each time I get faster at it. “Good, now remember what I told you. We are getting your phone back tomorrow” he says standing taking the safe with him. Just as he is about to close the door he turns back around “goodnight Y/N, sleep well” with that he closes the door leaving me alone. I turn and look at the clock noticing it’s 11 pm.

I get up and change into a pair of pj’s and crawl into my bed, excited to try my new skill tomorrow.


“Wake up Y/N, Suho’s gone” I hear Chen whisper shaking me. I groan trying to roll over onto my side. He pulls me back forward “no Y/N, we gotta do this now” he says pulling me into a sitting position. I groan again but reluctantly open my eyes “fine” I saying pulling myself from his grip. I roll over and stand from my bed. “Grab some bobby pins and meet me outside your room” he says leaving me to grab stuff. I walk to my bathroom grabbing at the stuff and throwing my hair in a ponytail.

I walk out my room meeting Chen in the hall. He is leaning against the wall looking around till he spots me “good you’re here, let’s go” he says.

We start to sneak our way to Suho’s room till we are both startled by a voice from behind us.

“Going somewhere?” Kyungsoo asks looking suspicious. I always forget that he is an early riser. “We are um… just going for a stroll. Right Y/N!” Chen tries to cover last minute looking at me. “Uh… yeah right, stroll” I say crossing my arms behind me back concealing the bobby pins. “Uh huh, sure. This stroll wouldn’t have anything to do with your phone right?” he asked raising an eyebrow in question casually sipping his tea. Both Chen and my eyes widen at him, before Chen can say anything I step in “please don’t tell him Soo!” I say clasping my hands in front of me, even using my childhood nickname for him to try to convince him, looking cuter and younger.

He stops what he is doing and glances between Chen and me before giving a sigh, closing his eyes “fine” both Chen and I let out a huge breath. “But, no pranking me for two months” he says sternly. Both of us nodding excitedly “of course!” we say in unison running off before he can say anything else.

We make it to Suho’s room soon enough and sneak our way in, closing the door quietly after ourselves. “Quick its under his bed” Chen says pointing it out. We both run to it and pull the safe out from under his bed. We both sit down on the floor, I pull out my bobby pins and start to try to open it. I quickly try to crack it while Chen is breathing down my neck, wanting me to move quickly.

The click from it opening filled the small space. What we didn’t notice was that we were so excited from the lock opening we didn’t here the click of the door opening. Both Chen and I cheered and high fived. A throat clearing stopped us both in our tracks, we both whipped around to see Suho standing in the doorway with an eyebrow raised before he casually said “busted.”

#81 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “could you please write a story about Van being your plus one at your sistwrs wedding?” and “Can you do a story where you’re a bridesmaid and van comes with you to the wedding?”


“Do you think it’s hideous?” you asked Van for the thousandth time. Your sister was getting married and she asked you to be a bridesmaid. You weren’t her maid-of-honour, which you were secretly thankful for, but you still would be looked at by hundreds of people while you stood uncomfortably in the ugliest strappy heels you’d ever seen. And, don’t even ask about the dress. The dress was silk, but it pulled at your hips and you didn’t like how your arms looked in spaghetti straps. The worst part was the “dusty lavender” shade of the material. It was really a dirty light purple and it clashed badly with your skin tone. You thought it was hideous.

“Babe. We went through this, yeah? It’s an average dress but you look killer in whatever. Besides, don’t think nobody’s going to be focused on you much,” Van replied. You were sitting side by side on the edge of your bed looking at the dress hanging on the back of your door. Even through the plastic dress bag you could see the ugliness.

“Except you?”

“Except me,” he agreed and pulled you back onto the bed to cuddle.

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Imagine late nights and birthday cake with Chris.

A/N: Part 4 is here! Taking things back to Y/N and Chris’ sweet love for each other. You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; Memory Lane - Masterlist) Links will be added soon. X

The birthday party came to a close around 6:30PM, with family members and close friends remaining behind to help out with the clean up as well as watch Jack open his presents. It was insane how many presents he got, especially from said family members and close friends- majority of them got him a minimum of two. It was also ridiculous what they got him, items that no normal person would get a two year old: a custom-made drivable toy car modeled after Chris’ white Lexus, a home theater system for his bedroom, an annual pass for Disney World which you and Chris had to admit you were excited about as it was a family package, and plane tickets to New Orleans from Anthony which was more addressed to you and Chris than your son; he’d been bugging the two of you to visit for a while now. Those were just a few examples of the above and beyond gifts your friends and families had given Jack, there were still more to come.

Both you and Chris knew he’d be a little spoilt as he was the first child the two of you had; all your family and friends had been waiting for a little one from the Evans/Y/L/N duo for a while now, but never had you imagined that Jack would be this spoiled. Now both of you knew you were good parents and he was a good kid, but there was legitimate concern that all that attention would get to his pretty little head.

“Look, Mama! Daddy, look!” Jack held up his next gift for you and Chris to see; you both scoffed when you realized it was your father’s very precious Tag Heuer watch. “It’s so shiny!” He slipped the obviously too big for his small wrist watch on. “Thank you, Grandpa.”

“Is your dad insane?” Chris hissed into your ear. “That watch is crazy expensive, Jack’s going to ruin it.” You shot him a ‘duh’ look; your son was a two year old with a $5,000 watch. “Get him to take it back, they already got him a home theater system.”

“Dad’s not going to take it back,” you shook your head; you knew your father very well. “I’ll just take it from Jack later when he’s asleep and keep it somewhere safe until he’s old enough.” You both watched your son with a wary eye, tensing when the watch slid up and down his small arm. “Is it just me, or are the presents getting more ridiculous?”

“The presents are getting more ridiculous,” Chris nodded in agreement. “What did we get him again?” He quizzed rhetorically. “Oh right. Toys, clothes, and books, otherwise known as normal things for a two year old. I can’t believe your dad gave Jack his watch,” he shook his head in disbelief. “He got me a toaster for my birthday,” he muttered bitterly under his breath.

“Aw, sweetheart.” You chuckled softly, running your hand up and down his back. “To be fair, I did tell him our toaster was broken a few days before your birthday.” He turned to you with a deadpan expression; he broke, chuckling when you snickered. “That may or may not have influenced his decision.”

“You couldn’t wait till your birthday to tell him our toaster was broken?”

“Well-” you pursed your lips, “I could, but I wanted toast.” He laughed and hugged you, kissing the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him. The two of you kept one arm around each other as you broke the hug, returning your attention to your son who was opening his next gift. You believed this one was from Hayley because she was grinning pretty excitedly.

“Wow!” Jack gasped as he pulled out two little figurines; it was a 3D print-out of Chris as Captain America and Jack as Captain America. “It’s me and Daddy!” He held it up for you and Chris to see; you shook your head at Hayley, smiling, whereas your husband was trying hard not to lose it at such an awesome gift.

“That is pretty freaking awesome,” Chris pulled away from you to join Jack on the floor. Jack passed him the figurines and he studied them, his smile growing wider with every second. “Oh my God, look babe.” He carried them over to you and you chuckled at how he was more excited than Jack who had moved onto his next gift.

“You’re such a nerd,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss on Chris’ arm. 

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After the clean up was done and everyone left, you and Chris put Jack to bed. It was a lot easier tonight, he practically fell asleep before his head hit the pillow; all that excitement and running around in the day exhausted him. You and Chris, on the other hand, decided to make use of the rare time that you had alone to just spend some time together. You grabbed pillows and a blanket while Chris got some leftover birthday cake, so the two of you could sit under the stars in the backyard and enjoy a moment to yourselves; a moment with nothing but your love for each other.

“I feel like we haven’t done this in so long,” Chris said as he plopped his paper plate down on the blanket. He straightened his legs and laid down, resting a pillow under his arm as he propped himself up to look at you. “Who knew having a kid meant losing ourselves in him?”

“Me, I knew.” You smiled smugly and Chris chuckled. “Why else do you think I postponed having a child for so long?” You cut another chunk out of your slice of cake and spoon it into your mouth. “I wanted more time with just us, dinner dates and spontaneous trips and red carpet events. Even something as simple as grocery shopping without a little kid sounds pretty good,” you admitted. “Does that make me a bad mom?”

“God, no,” he shook his head, laughing. “I was actually thinking that the other day when Jack couldn’t decide on a cereal.” You laughed then ate more cake. “Remember when it was just us, it was always either Fruit Loops, Lucky Charms, or if you’re feeling healthy- Special K. Ah, the good old days,” he sighed then chuckled.

“I hope you’re not regretting becoming a father,” you put both your plates aside so there wasn’t anything between the two of you. “'Cause let’s not forget you’re the reason we have a child in the first place.” He chuckled, adjusting so he was on his back and you could rest your head on his chest. “We could’ve still been childless right now.”

“Yeah, but that’s not really what we both want.” Chris sighed into your hair and you smiled, nodding in agreement. “Sure, we miss the things we could’ve done without Jack but- there are a million things that are more fun with Jack. All the holidays, like Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas. He makes our everyday life interesting with his constant random thoughts and acts. He’s so cute and supportive about our jobs, remember the Oscars? He literally screamed when he saw us come on TV.” You both chuckled, thinking about the video Shana took of Jack while she babysat for the two of you. “What else is more fun?”

“Disney World?” You quizzed, turning so you could rest your chin on his chest and meet his gaze.

“Well…” He hesitated with a high pitched whine and you laughed, making him laugh. “It’d be more fun when he’s older. Just like the Super Bowl, 'cause I don’t think he really appreciates any of it now. He just copies how I react, not knowing why. But- it’s still pretty cute,” he smiled.

“You’re pretty cute,” you smiled and reached to meet his lips. He smiled against your lips, his arm snaking around your back. “You’re more than just pretty cute,” you whispered, running your hand through his hair. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful. God, it’s so hard to concentrate around you sometimes,” you teased.

“That’s rich coming from angel that the heavens blessed me with,” he reached for your hand that was playing with his hand and entwined his fingers with yours; you smiled. “I love you,” he whispered then tenderly pecked you on the lips.

“I love you too,” you smiled, giving his hand a light squeeze. He smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear with his other hand before letting it rest on your lower back again. “And about what you said earlier, about having another-”

“Ignore me,” he chuckled, cutting you off. “I think our hands are pretty full with Jack at the moment, so we shouldn’t really try for another just yet. We should have some time for just us, we can barely manage that with Jack around- can you imagine having another baby? I’m okay,” he assured you with a nod. “I have the only girl I need and she is beyond perfect.”

“Still as smooth as ever, Evans.” You smiled and kissed him.

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- barista!yoongi scenario | tea and sympathy -

 what’s the best way to get over a bad break-up? ordering everything on the sweet menu at the nearest cafe, of course!  

A/N: this was requested by @justthewaymymindworks, but it somehow became a barista!au? I hope you don’t mind… :)
genre: fluff, mild angst
word count: 2.1k


Ten minutes and twenty-three seconds since the damage was done.

Now, you’re in the nearest café, ordering all the sweets you can afford, and swallowing tears.

The barista eyes you over the counter, eyebrows raising a millimetre with each dessert you order.

“… and a slice of Victoria sponge, and some of those macaroons, and a brownie, and a triple-chocolate muffin…”

His eyes shuffle over you, taking in the red nose, the tear-clumped eyelashes, the wobbling lips – all part of the barely functioning human that is you. He doesn’t comment, just asks: “Anything else?”

“A chamomile tea.” You avert your gaze, not wanting his judgement. It’s not his business what you order. Yeah, that’s right, Mr… (you glance at his name tag) … Mr Yoongi, it’s not your business. This is between me, and my stomach… and my ex-boyfriend who just left me standing in the street.

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Gifts

Title: Gifts

 Summary: Bilbo expected it to be any day like the others, but the dwarves had other plans.

 Warnings: Fluff!!! :D

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Originally posted by kaipurge

Today was a fairly standard day, Bilbo thought as he rose from his bed, wrapping his robe around himself before padding down to the kitchen.  No reason for any fuss, he added mentally, trying to decide if he wanted to risk going down to the market today for some fresh ingredients.  

It wasn’t that he was deliberately trying to avoid anyone in particular, except perhaps Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, he just didn’t want any fuss today.  It was just another day, and he didn’t want anyone to treat him any differently because of it.  

But he knew, deep down, that if he stepped foot out that door, every passerby, every neighbor would be there to greet him and to give their congratulations.  And why would they you ask?  Because today was Bilbo Baggins’ birthday, of course!

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Down the rabbit hole.

Day 2 or Malec week is Disney and i decided on basing this fic on the disney version of Alice in Wonderland, the live action one. 

Ale watched as heavy rain lashed the glass doors of the balcony. The weather had put a dampener, literally, on his plans for his day off. Magnus was away in Idris till that evening and he had decided to go on a hike with Jace. Now all his plans were out the window, especially after getting a phone call from Jace saying Clary was dragging him off to the movies instead.

He had asked him to go with them but Alec declined his offer, not wanting to be a third wheel while Magnus was away from him. It was too frustrating.

He was still standing in the living room watching the rain when his phone rang. It was Caterina.

“Alec, I was wondering if you could do me a huge favour? I must go out to a client and I can’t take Madzie with me. Do you think she could stay with you for an hour or so? Did you have plans at all?”

“Hey, Caterina, no, I don’t actually. This weather and a mushy girlfriend threw them out the window. I’d be happy to watch her for you.”

“I’m not even going to ask what a  mushy girlfriend has to do with anything but thank you so much for agreeing to have Madzie. I’ll be right over.”

Alec had barely pressed the button on the phone when a portal appeared and Caterina stepped through with the little girl.

“Thanks so much for this. Here’s her stuff. She has her favourite movie in there so that should keep her occupied while I’m gone.” Caterina handed Alec a Hello Kitty backpack and after a quick good bye left back through the portal.

“Do you want to watch your movie? I can make us popcorn?” Alec asked Madzie bending down to face her.

“Okay.” She said shyly.

Alec headed for the kitchen and made the popcorn then came back to put the disc into the DVD player.

Madzie sidled up next to him of the sofa as the movie started.

“Alice in wonderland, I like this one too.” Alec said, putting the bowl of popcorn in between them.

About half way into the movie, Alec could feel his eyes getting heavy. The sound of the rain on the windows and the music from the movie was too relaxing but he was determined to stay awake.

A few minutes later, his eyes flew open and he blinked rapidly against a bright light.

“Madzie what’s …….” He started to say but the words died on his lips when his eyes adjusted to the brightness. He was outside in a garden. The sun was streaming down from a clear blue sky and he was surrounded by tall plants, the like he had never seen before. If he didn’t know better he would of said they were looking at him. He rubbed his eyes again, frowning. What the hell was going on?

“Hello? Madzie? Where are you?” But he got no reply save the sound of birds twittering in the back ground. He looked around and realised that he was on a path. He started walking and not far along it he saw someone appear just ahead of him. He sped up, calling out to them.

“Hey? can you tell me where we are?” He asked them, when he had caught up.

They turned and Alec gave a start when he was confronted by a familiar face.

“Simon? What the heck are you doing here? Do you know what’s going on?”

Simon looked back at him with a nervous expression. He was wearing a pair of old fashioned looking spectacles and he had an ornate looking pocket watch in his hand which he was checking every few minutes. He had on a bright red shirt, tartan waist coat and dark blue pants. The whole outfit looking completely out of character for someone who usually wore gamer t shirts and jeans.

“What’s going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on, we’re going to be late, that’s what. We have to hurry! Come on, quickly! We can’t be late for tea.” He said, his voice high and jittery and he took off further up the path. Alec felt he had no choice but to follow him although he had no idea what he was talking about. He really had to run to keep up with him and when Simon rounded a bend ahead of him, he lost sight of him for a few minutes.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he took the curve. There was a large clearing in front of him surrounded by more of the exotic looking plants. Lush green lawn covered the ground. A large table sat in the middle of the scene, completely covered with cups, teapots and every kind of cake and pastry you could imagine. Various people sat around it’s sides on mismatched chairs and as Alec drew closer he realised he recognised them all.

Simon was at seated near the end on one side on a high stool, his feet dangling down under the table. He held his watch in one hand and a tea cup in the other. Next to him Alec recognised Clary by her bright red hair. That was all that was the same about her, however, as she was dressed in a wonderfully ornate looking white gown, her hands and forearms covered in white lacy gloves. So much different than her black Shadowhunter’s gear. She was laughing and talking to Simon. Next to her, was Jace, he was wearing white as well but his t shirt had a large red heart on it. In front of him on the table were plates piled with small pastry tarts and he was eating one after another while all the time trying to talk with his mouth full to Izzy who was seated next to him. Izzy was dressed in a rich red gown; her hair was styled on top of her head with a gold crown circling it. She looked disdainfully back at Jace as he talked like he was the lowliest person in the world.

Then Alec spotted Madzie. She had the whole opposite side of the table to herself and was seated in a huge wing backed chair, surrounded by cushions. Through the strands of her hair, Alec could see a set of dark pointed ears and when she raised her head from the tea cup she was lapping at, he was shocked to see the tip of her small nose was dark and an impressive set of long whiskers either side of her top lip. She smiled broadly at him and to his utter surprise, he saw a log elegant, dark furred tail flicking from side to side behind her.

“Oh look, he’s finally here. Sit down my boy, and help yourself.” Alec tore his bewildered eyes from Madzie to look to the head of the table.

Magnus was sitting on a throne like chair, presiding over the crazy scene. His dark spiked hair was covered in a large top hat and his face had more than his usual make up on it. Glitter flashed around his eyes every time he blinked and his lips were bright red. He wore shiny satin looking clothes in bright jewel colours. An emerald green coat, a deep magenta shirt, bright blue waistcoat and bright yellow pants.

“Magnus! What is all this, why are you dressed like that? And why are they all here?” He asked him but Magnus didn’t seem to hear the question.

“Come on come on, Alec, it’s tea time. You have to drink up before the bad weather sets in.” Magnus said, waving at the remaining free chairs.

Alec stumbled around to a wooden chair that was to his left and watched with his mouth hanging open as a teapot suddenly came flying up the table towards him and then poured its contents into a cup that sat in front of him. He was too stunned to move. His brain was working furiously to try to make sense out of everything but it wasn’t happening.

“Come on, dear boy, drink up, have to beat the weather, you know.” Magnus said again, pushing a small jug of milk and a bowl of pink looking sugar towards him. Alec looked up to the sky and saw only sunshine and blue sky. Why was he so worried about the weather, it was beautiful.

He was just about to take his first sip from the cup when he noticed the light starting to fade. From out of nowhere, a chilly breeze began to blow, gaining strength very quickly. The blue sky was soon taken over in a bank of very black, sinister looking clouds. Everyone at the table started to whimper in fear and they all left their chairs to get underneath the large table. Magnus stood up and faced the oncoming cloud. His arms outstretched and his hands held up as if he was going to try to push them back to where they had come from.

“No! We don’t want you here, you’re spoiling all the fun! Go away! He shouted into the wind that was now bordering on a gale. As Alec watched, he saw some of the cups flying off its surface, along with the fancy cakes and pies. He could feel the wind trying to knock him from his chair and he gripped its edge to anchor himself.

Everything had gone from happy and peaceful to now looking like a scene from a horror movie. Lightning forked through the black sky and thunder rumbled ominously.  Rain started to fall in heavy drops, making a tinkling sound as it hit the remaining cups and plates.

Magnus was still standing with his hands out yelling at the heavy clouds to go away but it wasn’t doing any good. He was soaked through in seconds. Suddenly a huge face formed in the cloud directly above them and Alec cowered as he realised it was Valentine. As he watched, the face gave an evil grin and slowly morphed into a swirling mass and started heading for magnus.

Alec moved automatically, knowing that he had to protect him.

“No!” he yelled into the wind and screwing up his eyes against the pelting rain and driving wind, launched himself side ways to knock him from the deadly swirling cloud’s path.

His eyes flew open with a start and he sat up suddenly. He looked around wildly and saw he was in the loft, sitting next to madzie, who was looking at him curiously. He shook his head and took in a deep breath. A dream, it was all a dream.

“You went to sleep, Alec and missed all the good parts of the movie.” Madzie told him.

“Did I? I’m sorry. Maybe you can tell me all about it, instead” Madzie’s face lit up and she started to recall everything that he had missed when Alec saw a portal form in the entrance way and Caterina stepped through.

“Hey there! How did it go? Did you have a good time, Madzie?” she asked as she came over to them.

“Alec missed the good parts.” She told her. Alec gave a sigh of relief that the little girl hadn’t revealed anything about him going to sleep. He was just glad that she had been occupied by the movie.

He said goodbye to them and waved to Madzie who was smiling back at him as she stepped through the portal behind Caterina. She was such a cutie, Alec thought.

He looked out through the glass doors of the balcony and saw that the rain was finally easing up. He looked at the time on his phone and was happy to see that Magnus was due home any minute.

He went back to the sofa and picked up the bowl the popcorn had been in and was just straightening up when he froze.

Sitting on the coffee table in front of where they had been sitting was a tea cup. There was a folded piece of paper sitting in it and Alec reached out a shaking hand and took it out and unfolded it.

Written in a cursive script where the words: -

“Always watch out for bad weather. Thank you for saving me.”

When magnus returned home half an hour later, he found Alec still sitting on the sofa, holding the tea cup. He sat down beside him kissing his cheek, frowning at his odd look.

“So, what did you get up to today, Alexander?” he asked.

“I think I went to a tea party, with Madzie.” He told him.