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RINGO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

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RINGO IS TOO PERFECT❤

RINGO!!!!💖

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I love ringo

He’s so cute 😍😍

ultimate shipper challenge: [¼] ‘Everyone can see it’ ships

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if I was famous I would 100% create a blog in my own fandom and then make speculative posts like ‘I bet she sits in her underwear watching the phantom of the opera eating animal crackers’ and ideally I would get internet hate for my weirdly specific speculation but in reality that would be exactly what I was doing and the jokes on everyone

Virtuosa || Peter Parker

Prompt - Y/N is a piano virtuosa and an academic genius, and Peter has the biggest crush on her. He hears her playing in the music room and she catches him, and it’s all fluffy and cute. 

Warning - none, except cuteness and fluffiness!

A/N: this is gonna be so cute guys, you’re gonna love it! Although it’s gonna be really short.

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Peter was a pretty smart kid, he got good grades, he paid attention in class, but his mind could not even compare to the mind of Y/N. 

She was the real genius. 

She was mostly quiet during class, not paying attention and reading a book, or there’d be sometimes when he’d catch her drawing in her notebook. She didn’t need to pay attention, she was just that smart. 

She’d read books about biomechanics or neurology, and she seemed to be so engrossed in what she read that she’d never acknowledge the bell ringing. He found it endearing. 

He found everything about her endearing. 

Whenever he saw her, his heart would skip a beat, his face would flush a gentle red, and he could never help the soft grin that would etch its way onto his face whenever he saw her smile. 

Her smile was beautiful, it was perfect. In his mind there were no words to describe the girl that he was so helplessly in love with. 

But she was so far out of his league, the girl was only fifteen and already had a full ride scholarship to the university of her choice. She was already so far ahead of him and there was no way he could catch up. 

He fantasized about one day being the cause of that beautiful smile of hers, to be the cause of her melodic laughter, to just make her happy. He’s done some pretty risky things, he’s fought people who wanted to destroy him, he’s saved countless lives, but going up to the girl he so desperately admired? He could never. 

His daydreams would just have to stay daydreams.

The bell had just rang signaling lunchtime, he was in no rush to go to the cafeteria. His friend, Ned, was absent today and he had nobody to talk to. He walked slowly, dragging his feet. When he walks by the music room and hears the sound of a piano playing. 

Naturally, he was curious as to who was playing the piano so beautifully so he slowly opened the door to the music room. There, sitting on the bench of the large sleek black piano sat Y/N singing and playing a song that he recognized as ‘Ordinary People’ by John Legend.

We’re just ordinary people

We don’t know which way to go

Cause we’re ordinary people

Maybe we should take it slow

Her eyes closed as she sang, her fingers sliding over the keys so effortlessly. Her voice like silk in the wind, it made him feel a certain peace that he only felt while swinging through the city that he so valiantly protected. Undeliberately, he closed his eyes leaning on the frame of the doorway, being completely enthralled by the girl’s dulcet tone.

He was so engaged in her singing and playing that he wasn’t aware of the fact that Y/N had stopped playing when she realized that there was someone else in the room. 

“Peter?” She says.

Her voice startles him, his eyes jerk open and he’s suddenly thinking of ways to get out of the situation without embarrassing himself any further. 

“I’m s-sorry, I was j-just listening, I didn’t mean to- I’ll leave,” he managed to stutter out his words. 

In that moment he wanted to curl up in a ball and die, or maybe cry himself to death, anything was better than enduring this embarrassment. 

“No it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she assures him with a gentle smile, his heart might’ve escaped his chest by how fast it was beating. 

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, stay.”

His cheeks flushed pink when his name left her lips. 

“You know my name?” He asked, she looked at him weirdly. 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re one of the few people who don’t ask to copy my homework,” she chuckles, the ends of her lips tilting upwards at her joke. 

He couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to him, he wanted to pinch himself but decided against it. If it was a dream, he sure as hell didn’t want to wake up. 

Y/N slid to the left of the bench and pat the space next to her, signaling that she wanted him to sit next to her. He hesitated, but when he saw her waiting for him to sit he inched over to the bench and with minimal hesitation planted himself next to the beautiful girl.

She looked at him with wonder, she had always found him cute. 

She kind of suspected the fact that he had a crush on her. Whenever he’d be looking at her, she’d feel eyes on her, she’d turn to look and he’d turn away. It was more than obvious. 

He would get flustered around every girl, but around her is a completely different story. When he’s around her he can barely think let alone talk. She tried to ask him something once and he couldn’t even make eye contact afraid that she’d see the love in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks. 

She thought it was adorable. She thought he was adorable.

He watched her fingers dance on the keys, her eyes closed and lips singing a song.

“Do you play?” She asked him, it took him a few seconds to realize that she was asking him something. 

He snapped out of his daze, “W-what?”

She giggled. Peter’s heart fluttered at the sound. 

“The piano. Do you know how to play it?” Her lips curled up into a warm smile, and Peter could feel his sanity melting away at how much he loved this girl. 

“No, I don’t,” he mumbled, feeling almost ashamed that he didn’t play the instrument. 

“Perfect. Mind if I teach you a few things?” She asks giving him a questioning look, he shook his head. 

“No, not at all.”

She cracked her knuckles and positioned her fingers over the keys, clearing her throat before beginning to play. 

I’m just a little bit

Caught in the middle

Life is a maze

And love is a riddle

I don’t know where to go

Can’t do it alone, I’ve tried

And I don’t know why

She sang so beautifully. The song was different than the last one, this one was more upbeat and showtune-like. But he just couldn’t help but smile. It seemed as if that whenever she’d start to play, a smile would automatically replace the expression she had before. He loved that. 

Slow it down, make it stop

Or else my heart is going to pop

Cause it’s too much, yeah it’s a lot

To be something I’m not

I’m a fool out of love

Cause I just can’t get enough

She stopped, she genuinely wanted to show him a few things. She wanted to share her favorite hobby with the boy infatuated with her. They both knew that he’d never actually learn how to fully play the instrument, but it was worth a try. 

She talked him through the names of the keys, and other basics. He hung on to every word she said because she’d never talked to him this much, and he loved hearing her soothing voice. 

They’d joke around as Peter continuously messed up.

He had never talked to her as much as he was now, and she loved hearing him speak just as much as he loved her hearing her speak. 

They both played different keys on opposite sides and laughing at the discordant sounds, but when their fingers accidentally touched in the middle, she finally sees him from a new perspective. 

They turn to glance at each other, but their stares stay. She’s, for once, able to look at him. His features, how fluffy his hair looked up close, his pouty pink lips, his wonderful chocolate brown eyes. They were so close that Peter was afraid she could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

‘God, he’s attractive,’ she thought. 

He couldn’t help the thoughts penetrating his mind, she was just so beautiful. He decided to make a move. 

He was ready to say something, to confess his love.

But the bell rang. 

With hesitation, she moved her hand from his and stood up grabbing her belongings. His lips contorted into a frown.

She turned to him, “Come on, don’t wanna be late to class now, do we?” She grinned. 

She waits for him and they walk out of the music room. Together. 

A/N: alright I know the ending sucked major testicles, I’m sorry, but it was cute. Right?

this feels like we’re falling in love…

→ happy birthday carly (@lyidastiles​) love u angel ♥

Dating Stiles Stilinski would include...

Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

Dating Stiles Stilinski would Include..

Dating Stiles Stilinski would involve...

- Him not believing you’re actually dating him

- You’re the one to kiss him

- Sweet dates that somehow always end at Fatburger

- Being insecure about your appearance

- But you have no reason to because Stiles thinks you’re A GODDAMN GODDESS

- Rolling your eyes at him

- Rolling eyes at others together 

- Arguments that are so sarcastic that no one even thinks about interrupting you

- Sweet texts from Stiles in class

- Dirty texts from Stiles in class

- Nose kisses

- Giving him an engraved bat for his birthday

- “Babe, how did you know…”

-  Him being jealous of other boys talking to you

- Bear hugs

- You being jealous of other girls talking to him

- “That bitch knew exactly what day it is today!”

- Teaming up against others 

- The others being really done with your shit

- Forehead kisses

- Movie marathons that turn into sleepovers

- “You two keep the doors open!”

- “Daaaaad!”

- Randomly high-fiving each other to back the other up in arguments even though you have no idea what it’s about

- Star Wars marathons

- Star Wars clothes

- Star Wars jokes

- Star Wars pickup lines

- Not being able to keep your hands off Stiles’ hair

- And the rest of his body

- Awkward but sweet first time

- Alternating who the big and little spoon is during cuddle sessions

- Study dates

- Research dates all night

- Research dates that are actually make-out sessions

- Lots of junk food

- “If I had known all I had to do for you to be my girlfriend is grow out my hair I would’ve gotten a mullet in middle school.”

- “Ew.”

- Stealing his flannels

- Him buying you flannels so you’ll stop stealing his

- Not wearing your new flannels because they don’t smell like him

- Snapping at each other in stressful moments

- Not having to say sorry to make it up

- He does it anyway

- Him staring at you adoringly even though YOU DIDN’T DO A FUCKING THING

- Kissing him to shut him up

- Kissing him because he’s too cute to handle

- Making silly faces at each other in class or in the hallways

- Him seeing you without make-up and greasy hair

- “Babe, you’re so natural.”

- Judging others together

- Getting a synchron bitch face because of it

- Going shopping together

- It’s a mess

- “Buy me cute underwear and I’ll let you see me wearing it.”

- “If I buy you nothing, can I see you wearing that?”

- The pack being annoyed of you

- But also being everyone’s relationship goals

- Stiles calling you randomly 

- “Booty!”

- “What?”

- “I guess you could call it a booty call now…”

- Him getting more confident around you

- Jeep sex

- Jeep blowjobs

- Developing a kink for his hands

- “Stiles, I love your hands.”

- “Well this isn’t what I expected.”

- Him getting angry when you win a video game

- Letting him win video games

- “I’m just too good for you babe.”

- “Sure you are, Stilinski.”

- Sheriff Stilinski telling you embarrassing stories about Stiles

- Teasing Stiles about the embarrassing stories

- Him distracting you with surprisingly wild sex

- Letting him take control for once because DAMN

- Him treating you like a queen

- Because you are one

- “You’re so beautiful.”

- Scott being the only guy he’s not jealous of

- Fuck that, did he just hug you?

- Comforting him after a nightmare

- Turning your phone as loud as possible so you wake up when he sends you late night texts

- “Good morning, Ali!”

- “You guys had sex, right?”

- Counting his moles

-“Chewbacca doesn’t make any sense!”

- “Babe, what the fuck are you talking about?!”

- Netflix & Chill

- Actually watching Netflix and chilling

- Chilling turns into sex

- Sex everywhere in his house

- Getting bored of having sex in his house

- Sex at your house

- Sex at the sheriff’s station

- Sex everywhere

- Him giving you a bouquet of Chicken Nuggets on Valentine’s Day

- “Stiles, it’s beautiful.”

- Making heart-eyes at each other

- Which eventually turns into eye-fucking

- Leading to sex

- Him turning from awkward Stilinski to smooth Stilinski

- “Are you from France ‘cause madamn!”

- Cooking for him and his dad at least once a week

- Jamming to every song on the radio

- “That’s love bitch!”

Masterlist

Dating Thomas would involve...

- Him falling for you on his first day in the glade (literally)

- You thinking he doesn’t like you because he avoids you and keeps silent around you

- Which actually means he likes you a lot but his awkward turtle mode is switched on

- Eventually getting together through Minho’s (un)necessary comments

- “The only thing that’s uglier than you is the kid you’re gonna have with Y/N”

- Being afraid he’ll leave you for Teresa

- Him telling you that that’s complete bullshit 

- Talking about his memories/dreams of WCKD

- Comforting him after a nightmare

- Piggy back rides 

- ALL DAY

- EVERY DAY

- Worrying about him all the time when he’s in the maze

- Counting his moles

- Making theories about the true origin of Gally’s eyebrows

- “Hey there, pretty boy.”

- Him acting like he’s annoyed of the nickname but he secretly loves it

- Always supporting him no matter what

- Tight hugs

- Followed by make-out sessions

- Not being aware of how much he actually loves you

- Spooning 

- Even if you’re angry at him for risking his life

- You end up curling around him like an angry cat and hissing “Goodnight”

- Making it up because he finds angry little cat Y/N really cute

- Him being serious all the time around the others

- But when it comes to you he’s just such a DORK

- Wearing his shirt

- Having hot sex because you wore his shirt

- That’s some good shit bc Tommy knows what he wants

- Cuddling and falling asleep on each other

- Round 2 after you woke up because his morning voice turns you on a lot

- Getting up extremely early since he has to get ready for the maze

- Sweet morning kisses

- Followed by round 3 in the shower

- The others being jealous of him because he got the girl

- Him being protective af

- “Are you okay baby?”

- “Thomas, I literally just stumbled over a fucking stone!”

- Leaving hickies on his neck

- Also on his jaw and collarbone

- The others teasing him for them

- But he realizes it’s a great way to show you’re his

- INTENSE MOMENTS THAT NIGHT

- Waking up with a necklace of hickies

- “Really?”

- “I’m sorry babe”

- HIS FUCKING SMIRK

- Getting to touch his hair

- Him moaning softly because your touch is so relaxing

- The gladers being annoyed of your PDA

- Thomas intensifying the PDA

- Being locked in the slammer for it

- You visiting him

- The slammer losing its virginity that night

- Gally using you as a threat against Thomas

- Actually becoming good friends with Teresa

- UNTIL SHIT GOES DOWN

- Being good friends with Newt & Minho

- Especially Newt though because his accent is so cute and you like to hear him talk

- Thomas getting jealous of Newt

- Him making you more than just talk when his jealousy sets in

- Hugs from behind

- Massaging him after an especially stressful day

- It’s relaxing but your touch also gets him all worked up

- Y’all know what happens then

- “Thomas?”

- “Yeah?”

- “Stop staring”

- Him totally losing his shit when someone tries to take you away from him

- Holding his hand all the time

- Forehead kisses

- “I love you so much”

- “I love you more”

- Having a relationship way too mature for your age

- Most of the time

- “If I was a Griever, would you still-”

- “Babe, we’ve had this before, you’re not turning into a Griever”

- Him wrapping a scarf over your whole face so the sand of the scorch won’t hit you

- Being jealous of Brenda

- “Thomas, we need to talk”

- Extremely vocal sex that night

- “Good one Y/N, claim your man”

- “Go away Minho”

- Him randomly scooping you into his arms because he needs to be close to you

- Letting him play with your hair at night when he can’t sleep

- Being so fucking scared that you’ll lose each other somehow

Masterlist

Hickies (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: can you do one where Peter and reader got a bit steamy with a make out session and Peter doesn’t notices to ton of very very noticeable hickies on him until he’s left his room and him trying to survive the day with it?

A/N: Hey guys! I am finishing my exams this Wednesday, so I will probably upload nothing else until then -I will try to write my imagine based on the incredible trailer that day, so it should be up on Thursday at most!

Peter laughed softly as your lips traveled down his neck, leaving small kisses. His t-shirt was off, you wearing it. ‘’Babe, somebody is gonna barge in’’ he whispered, a smile on his lips as your lips kissed his stomach. ‘’Are you giving me a hickie?’’ he asked, furrowing his brows. You raised your head to look at him, a smile plastered on your face. ‘’Of course not’’ you reassured him. He brought your face close to his and kissed you, the kiss getting more intense as time passed. His hands traveled to your hair, messing it up, then moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him as he sat on the bed. You put your hands on his hair, pulling at some strands and making him groan. Lowering your head, you started to kiss his neck again, his eyes closed. His hands moved to your butt, making you moan softly as you gave him a hickie, which was followed by multiple others, although he didn’t notice. You kissed him on the lips again, his tongue entering your mouth as your hands drew patterns on his back. He run his hands up and down your body, enjoying the feeling of having you so close to him. Finally pulling apart to breathe, you rested your forehead against his and smiled softly, opening your eyes to find his looking at you with an expression full of love. He grinned before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt with his hands. ‘’Will you give me back my t-shirt so I can go out and have breakfast?’’ he said, the grin still on his face. You laughed and took it off, his eyes never leaving your body. You then put on your clothes, and as you looked at him putting on his t-shirt, you admired the way his neck was full of hickies, although he didn’t notice. ‘’Let’s go grab some food’’ you said, getting up from bed and grabbing his hand. You both left your room at the Avengers Tower and walked towards the kitchen, a comfortable silence between you. When you got to the kitchen, everybody was there, considering it was still pretty early and they couldn’t afford to sleep in and lose training. ‘’Good morning everyone’’ you said as you let Peter’s hand go, walking to the fridge to get some juice. Peter sat on a stool as you passed him some pancakes, and Tony looked at him with a smirk on his face before nudging Steve’s side. ‘’Spiderboy, what you got in your neck?’’ he asked, the smirk present on his voice. Peter automatically raised his hand and put it on his neck, trying to see if he had something. ‘’What do you mean?’’ he asked, his voice raising an octave. ‘’It seems like somebody decided to paint a sunset there’’ Natasha told him. You rested against the counter, a cup of warm coffee in your hands, which you brought close to your lips. ‘’I’m pretty artsy, right?’’ you asked, taking a small sip of your drink. Peter gasped and looked at you, an offended look in his eyes. ‘’You said you hadn’t given me a hickie!’’ he accused you. ‘’When you asked me, I hadn’t’’ you said, shrugging your shoulders. Everybody laughed as they looked at Peter, who looked like an angry kid. ‘’What am I supposed to tell my aunt? The ‘I fell going down the stairs’ excuse isn’t gonna make it this time!’’ he complained.

My Love. (The Originals, Kol Mikaelson)

Prompt: #33; #45 with Kol. - By a gorgeous Anon :)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson/You.

Fandom: The Originals.

Sun rays kissed your bare shoulders, the silk sheets comforting on your heated skin. You could tell the left side of the bed was empty by the fall of the sheets and the sound of running water in the ensuite. Huffing, you pulled at the covers til they covered you to your eyeballs as you cocooned yourself in the lingering scent. Why was he up so early?

“Ko-” You were cut off by the buzz of his cell phone. Who calls at - okay, it’s eleven am but still. Groaning, you stick an arm out of your cocoon and pat around for a few minutes for the cool phone til you found it by the lamp, buzzing like an angry ass bee.

You almost answered, pulling it into your cocoon but your eyes caught the caller ID. Drawing it further away like you having it too close had anything to do with the name on the screen. Your eyes widened, clicking ignore. No way.

“My Love?” You muttered, voice tilting more to hurt than angry. “Oh, I don’t think so.” Flailing about, you managed to slip out of the covers and pull on your nearby robe over your tank top and underwear.  Pulling up the call, you headed straight for the bathroom. Right as you threw open the door, Kol folded a towel around his waist and practically jumped out of his skin.

“Jeez, how did you do that?”

“Who the fuck is My Love?” Throwing the phone at his chest, he caught it easily but grunted for good measure.

“Good morning to you too, I slept great thanks for asking and why did you call me?” Holding the screen so you could see it, like you didn’t already know what it said, he shook the phone at you.

“Um, I didn’t. My Love did.”

“Yeah, you.”

“Kol, I’m not kidding. I’m going to ask you this, and I’m only going to ask once. Are you cheating on me?”

“Babe, what the fuck are you talking about?” He demanded, stepping closer to you. He definitely didn’t like ho you backed away, refusing his outstretched hand. “Of course I’m not, this is your number.”

“Are you kidding me Kol, why would I call you when -” You were cut off once more by a single buzz, a new text message. His eyes glanced at it, then he was laughing. “I’m leaving. If you’re going to check your texts and laugh at whatever your whore said, then I’m out.” Whirling on your heels, you were met with a gust of air and then his chest.

“What did I say about vamp speed when I’m mad?”

“Read this.”

“I don’t want to read your sexts to some - oh.”

Hi, I found this phone under a bench in the park and this was the most frequently called number so I figured I’d give it a try but no one picked up when I called, so if you could call then we can set up a meeting to give this person their phone if that’s okay! x

“You left your phone in the park by the way.”

“Yeah, well I was a little distracted last night if I remember correctly.” Grinning, he pulled you into your arms more than pleased when you melted into him. “I’m sorry I went crazy on you.”

“No apologies necessary. I would’ve ripped the bastard’s head off if you cheated on me so I say you reacted as well as can be expected.” You wish he was kidding. Patting him on the chest, your stomach rumbled for sustenance and you shoved at his chest.

“Okay, now that’s settled, your girl needs some pancakes.”

“Mmm, my girl can have anything she wants.” He grinned, lips mouthing at your jaw and you met his lips before pulling away much too quickly for his liking.

“Yep, okay, she wants pancakes.” Wiggling out his arms, you trotted to your kitchen with his laughing following you when he smacked you on the butt with his towel.

“Fix me some too?”

“Only if you retrieve my phone for me while I do.”

“Yes of course, anything for you my love.”

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The One With All The Speeches

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader Summary: Two Words: Secret Wedding A/N: just lot’s of corny corny fluff since you all really seem to dig alec fluff xx

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!) —————————————————————————————————- “Are we really doing this?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Alec’s voice is unfaltering, his eyes not leaving yours as he gives your hand a squeeze.

“You guys better be. I didn’t get ordained for nothing,” Magnus adjusts his jacket before rubbing his hands together, “Are we ready?”

“Just waiting for Jace,” Alec mumbles, nervously looking at the clock, “Do you think something happened?”

You shake your head, “No way. He would never miss this.”

“Not intentionally…”

“Sorry I’m late!” Jace huffs, out of breath as he runs down the aisle, “Wait,” he pauses, walking back and waiting at the end, “Y/N…”

He holds an arm out and you walk back down the aisle, stopping beside him. You suck in a sharp breath as you link your arm through his.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your heart hammering against your chest.

“Cold feet?” Jace asks and you shake your head, pulling up your dress slightly to reveal fluffy socks on your feet, “Alec made me wear them… said he ‘didn’t want to take any chances’.”

“That’s cute,” Jace chuckles, “Cue the music!” he calls out to Isabelle who nods excitedly before plugging the aux chord into her phone.

You walk slowly down the aisle towards Alec, your eyes bound in a stare. Your mind flashes back to the first time you had seen Alec; you had felt the same way then too. It was when you were thirteen and had come in from Idris. Alec was assigned to help train you. Day after day you knocked him on his ass. You wondered why it was so easy to beat him when he was one of the best in the institute and then one day, you put up the poorest fight, one there was no way he could lose and yet he did. He fell to the floor with the slightest knock and for a moment you were offended; was it because you were a girl?

For days you didn’t talk to Alec and instead trained with Jace. It was one night when you were training alone that Alec stepped onto the mat. You sparred for almost an hour until you lay beside each other, trying to catch a breath.

You had hesitated before asking him ‘Alec, why do you always lose to me?’

His answer was simple: ‘I like seeing you smile when you win.’

After that you made him promise to fight properly and he said he would only do so if he could make you smile some other way. It began with him taking you to beautiful places you hadn’t seen before; dates, dinners, ice skating, movies, waterfalls – really, any place two thirteen year olds could go without parental supervision. Anything and everything to make you laugh. And then one day he kissed you and it was as though the air had left your lungs. You smiled all day and all night and then Alec got down on one knee and pulled out a lolly ring and asked you to be his girlfriend. When you talked about it now you both cringed and laughed, but you were thirteen and that’s what love was. And then and on exactly the same day, six years later, Alec had got down on one knee and pulled out the most beautiful ring before asking you to marry him.

You reach the alter, stopping in front of Alec who sucks in a sharp breath, smiling from ear to ear.

“Take care of her,” Jace winks as he places your hand in Alec’s.

“Are we ready for vows?” Magnus asks.

Alec stares at you, his grin taking up most of his face.

“Alec,” you giggle and he shakes his head, “You just look so beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so beautiful,” he sighs.

You awkwardly shift your dress a little before placing a hand over his chest and pressing a kiss to his lips, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Uh,” Magnus sticks a hand between the two of you, “Save it for after the ceremony,” he chuckles.

“Y/N. Vows?”

You laugh nervously beofre clearing your throat, “Okay, uh – When I met you, I was this gangly, awkward thirteen year old girl, who couldn’t fight and was afraid of the dark. I’m still kind of gangly and awkward but I’m not afraid – of the dark, of demons, of anything. Not when I have you by my side. We broke up exactly 3 times in the past six years. First, when we were fourteen and you ate my last chocolate bar. Second, when we were sixteen and you called Zayn Malik ‘nothing much’. And third, when we were seventeen and you and Jace left on some super dangerous, secret mission without telling me. I broke up with you because I was so scared of how I felt when you didn’t pick up my calls, when I couldn’t find you and didn’t hear from you for days. I thought ‘if I break up with him now, I’ll never have to feel this way again.’ But I did. Everyday. When I didn’t know where you were, when you weren’t next to me when I woke up,” you smile, “I can’t think of a more perfect way to spend my life than right by your side.”

Alec was already crying a little, blinking as he tilted his head up to look at the ceiling as though he were thanking this heavens for you.

“Alec.”

“I had this whole speech planned out but now, as I look at you, I barely have the right words. I spent my whole life thinking that I always had to do the right thing. That I had to shoulder the responsibility of the Shadow World. You showed me I didn’t. You taught me love and compassion. And by loving you I learnt how to love myself. I do remember when we broke up because of that whole stupid Zayn thing and then you went on a date with Jace, do you remember that?”

“Stupid?” you narrow your eyes before nodding and Alec swallows hard.

“Well, what you don’t know is that after it, I broke his jaw and he broke  my nose and we promised neither of us would go out with you ever again. And that night and snuck into your room anyway. When Jace saw me come out the next morning he asked me why I broke our promise; we were parabatai after all. And I told him…”

“She is as much my parabatai as you are,” both Alec and Jace say in union, chuckling shortly afterwards.

“Without you, it feels like something is missing from me. I didn’t know that until I met you and it felt as though a void the size of the ocean had been filled and as scared as I was to feel the sudden waves clashing in my chest, it was all so worth it. Loving you completed me. You complete me. I promise to always, always hold your hand in the dark and in the light and all the place we may go together.”

With those last words, the room fell to silence and you were almost sure you could hear the sounds of both your hearts beating so loud you were almost afraid they would burst.

“I’d like to say something too, I mean, best man and all and since there’ll be no reception…”

“Go ahead,” you smile and you both turn to face Jace.

“You two are the biggest idiots I have ever met. I remember when we went off the radar and y/n gave me 73 missed calls and when I finally picked cup she screamed so loud that to this day my hearing is still impaired. It’s funny because I never saw you two lasting this long. I thought ‘sure, they’re thirteen and in love but this will end as tragic as Romeo and Juliet.’ Everyone kept waiting for something to go wrong but you two never faltered. Your love is kind of this symbolic love story we all whisper about to reassure each other that despite being Shadowhunters, despite risking our lives and facing death, there is still a place for love. You gave me the courage to love again.”

You wipe away at your eyes, pouting and Jace pulls you into a hug, “Don’t cry – you look ugly when you cry,” he teases.

“My turn,” Isabelle giggles.

“I never thought anyone would be good enough for my big brother. I still remember pulling your hair when we sparred y/n. At first it was me being protective, then me being jealous but then one day, you came into my room and said ‘Izzy, can you give me a makeover for my date with Alec?’ and then everything fell into place. You are like my sister. And as disgusting as it first was to hear you and Alec in the next room every night, nothing made me happier than knowing how happy you make Alec feel. So, in short, we’re all happy for you and we’re all thankful to the guy who invented ear plugs.”

“Clary?” Magnus asks as she’s the last person in the room.

“Sure,” she smirks, standing up, “Alec was the biggest asshole to me when I first came here and I wondered, how the hell he was dating this beautiful, kind girl…”

Alec rolls his eyes and Jace clears his throat, giving her a sideways look and she laughs.

“I figured, if someone like y/n see’s the good in him, he can’t be all that bad and I was right. I have no doubt you two will be incredibly happy for the rest of your lives. I know you’re having this secret wedding because you don’t want to hear about how you’re too young or not ready but I think that even if the entire world were to say that, all of us in this room know it’s not true. I may not have known you both for as long as everyone else, but you both made me believe in love,” he eyes land on Jace, “You taught me it wasn’t wrong to love. So thank you.”

“God, it’s embarrassing that I’m tearing up,” Magnus sighs, blinking tears away.

“Okay, do you take y/n y/l/n-“

“Yeah,” Alec interrupts him, “I mean I do,” he whispers.

“And do you y/n take Alexan-“

“I do,” you grin.

“Why did I get ordained to say like three words,” Magnus grumbles, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” he says quickly, waving his hands in the air.

Alec leans in closer, slowly pulling you into him before kissing you and mumbling, “I love you,” against your lips.

“Bet the sex will be good tonight, huh?” Jace whispers and Alec grins before you slap his arm.

“It’s good every night, right babe?”

“Yes honey,” he laughs before his eyes widen, “Oh god, we’re already an old 50 year old married couple.”

You roll your eyes and he pulls you back, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, “I love you.”

“You said that,” you laugh.

“I’m going to say it every day for the rest of our lives.”

“Do you care to bet on that?”

“I was trying to be romantic,” he grumbles and you shrug, “I’m not here to be mushy, I’m here to make money.”

“Really?” he laughs and you nod as he sweeps you off your feet, carrying you in both arms.

“Now all we have to do is tell everyone…”

“Just walk into the institute like that, I’m sure everyone will get the message loud and clear,” Jace chuckles and Isabelle claps her hands together in excitement, “I would love to see mum and dads reaction.”

“They’ll kill us,” you sigh and Alec smirks, “Till death do us part, right?”