a loft

I mean if Magnus is so in awe of Alec giving him a gift what else can Alec do that hasn’t happened to Magnus in a long time? Let’s say making a meal.

They had plans to go out one night but an emergency happens in Spain that leads to Magnus spending pretty much his whole day there and texts Alec that he’s too tired to go out, rain check?
When he eventually portals home after an exhausting day he smells something wonderful wafting through the loft and finds the table set up complete with candles and a small bouquet and Alec in the kitchen just finishing up making their plates.
Magnus just stands there in wonderment and Alec smiles when he sees him, gives him a hello kiss and tells Magnus to go freshen up.
Magnus doesn’t remember or even if anyone has ever made him a meal like this and after receiving that gift he’s falling even more for this Shadowhunter and wonders who he should thank to have this angel in his life.

Jealous Alpha!

Request: Derek x reader please! Maybe where reader helps care for another injured wolf in the lack after a rough mission and Derek gets jealous because she’s his mate but he hasn’t told her yet.                                                                                                                                                         Warning:None!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Note:I hope that you’re going to like it so if you do let me know..:))                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         It was getting harder fighting everyday with the supernatural stuff,even for a werewolf thing can be pretty  exhausting..We all ended up in Dereks loft beaten up,but  Boyd needed more help than us..I walked closer to him and I could see Derek tensing up but I didn’t want to argue with him now..Before the fight he told me to stay away but I didn’t listen so now  we weren’t  angry at eachother we were just stubborn..I didn’t have the time for that now I need to help Boyd because he was healing really slow..I walked to him..’Don’t move you just make it worse.’He tried to get up ‘No I’m fine it’s just the cut.’I stopped him by putting my hands on his cheeks..’No you’re not,now sit and let me look at that.’ He just let out a sigh..After I cleaned the wound it started healing then I heard Derek saying..’Okay are you two done touching?!’I turned around to look at him instantly getting up from my spot “What the hell is wrong with you today?’ The room went silent in a matter of second..’Well I’m not going to standing here while my girlfriend is touching the other man.’ Is he being serious now?! ‘Do you hear yourself right now Derek?I was HELPING him NOT TOUCHING.’ He didn’t say anything ‘So I don’t believe it’s just  Boyd,something else matters…And if you don’t want to tell me then fine.’ And with that I walked past him and getting out of his loft…When I was about to unlock my car door I heard Derek yell..’Y/N wait!’ I turned around to look at him anger obvious on my face..’I’m sorry okay.’ I looked aside and didn’t said anything…’I just got scared.’I looked back at him confused ‘Scared of what?’ He hesitated for a moment,then he put his hands on my cheeks ‘Scared of losing you..I few days ago I found out that you’re my soulmate and when I saw you helping Boyd I just got jealous..And yes I know that was stupid of me..But I love you and I can’t stand the thought of losing you..’By now I was smiling like a idiot ‘Soulmate huh?” He smiled back widely “Yeah!’ And then he kissed me with so much love and I felt like flying and when he pulled back I looked at him ‘And by the way..I love you too!.’ We both smiled and kissed again everything back to place and perfect. 

fic: you remind me of the

A Sid/Geno ficlet I wrote and wasn’t sure what to do with.

“Hey G, toss me the tape, will you?”

Geno lofted a roll of stick tape Sid’s way. “Thanks, babe,” Sid said.

He’d already moved on to the next thing, picking the tape end off the roll with his fingernail, but then Shearsy next to him made a sound. Sid glanced his way, but Shearsy was now inspecting his skate laces with a peculiar and single-minded focus, and he paid Sid no attention.

Sid scanned the locker room, which was suddenly full of hockey players minding their own business. But Flower was snickering, and Geno—

Geno was bright red. And scowling. His shoulders were hunched in, and his entire posture was the world’s most visible Leave Me the Fuck Alone sign. So Sid did.

“Hey babe, can you hand me a menu?”

Geno choked on his water. All the guys at the table watched him with concern while he tried to catch his breath. “Water go wrong way,” Geno rasped finally. “I’m okay.”

A menu appeared in Sid’s place when he wasn’t looking.

Geno handed Sid his Yuengling, making a face. “Thanks, babe,” Sid said. Then he stared as Geno’s entire face flushed a splotchy red, all the way to the roots of his hair. Geno muttered something too low for anyone to catch and shoved at Dales until Dales got up and let him out of the booth.

“What’s going on with your boyfriend?” Tanger said, staring after Geno.

“Beats me,” Sid said, although a suspicion had begun to form. He itched to follow Geno, but Geno’d probably hate that. He twisted the cap off his beer and took a swig.

That night, once they were inside their own house with the door shut tight behind them, Sid said, “You don’t like it when I call you babe.”

Geno pulled up. Even in the dimness of Sid’s front entry way, his complexion darkened visibly. He shifted uneasily, and his mouth opened, but he seemed at a loss for words.

“It’s fine. I won’t do it anymore. Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“No!” Geno caught Sid’s forearm. “No, I—” Sid waited. Sometimes it took Geno a while to get to what he wanted to say, especially when it was about this. About them. “I like,” Geno said finally. A confused silence followed. Geno hung his head. “It’s kind of weird, like kind of thing you call girl, you know?”

“I mean, I don’t call girls that.” Girls were not exactly Sid’s forte, as Geno knew.

“No, but.” Geno shrugged. He wasn’t looking at Sid anymore. “It’s weird, you call me in front of the guys.”

Sid opened his mouth to promise, again, that he would stop, but he paused. He repeated the conversation again in his head. He said, cautiously, “Like a good weird?”

In the low lighting, Geno now looked a little bit purple. His eyes were very wide. Slowly, Sid stepped in closer. Geno was very still – rigid, even. “Hey, babe,” Sid said softly. Geno sucked in a breath. Sid slotted his thigh between Geno’s legs and found that not all of Geno’s blood had rushed to his face. “Hi.”

Geno exhaled, long and slow. He shifted minutely against Sid’s thigh. “Hi, Sid,” he breathed, like a confession.

Ten minutes into the argument on the goal-increasing merits of smaller goalies versus larger nets, Sid turned deliberately to Geno. “What do you think, babe?”

Geno sputtered and flushed and squirmed, and then he excused himself to the men’s room. This time, Sid got up and followed him.


Thomas slipped out of the door, hungover and half-dressed. He had a rough night, that much was obvious.”Knock quieter next time, God above,” His eyes narrowed and he lofted one curious brow. “—Are you sure you knocked on the right door? I’m pretty sure it ain’t me you’re looking for.”