Summary: Bucky finds you during a power outage in the Tower.
Warnings: smut, angst (almost nonexistent)
A/N: I wanted to do something more poetic like so I wrote this and my clock is currently reading 4:34 am and for all I know this may just come off as pure gibberish. I hope it’s at least a little bit entertaining to read…
What the fuck like?? This bitch really has a photo of Veronica framed on her bedside table and Veronica signed it with “love Veronica” ?? Look at the way she’s looking at it? Betty’s literally so gay for Veronica?
the almost kiss that i like to think happened that night
what happened during that night between
“Stay for just one more drink? And then decide.” Magnus held out the glass in front of Alec, his glitter glinting in the moonlight. Alec stood still, hand slowly pushing his phone back into his pocket. His eyes darted to his jacket that was strewn on the sofa, and then back to Magnus.
Alec closed his and took a deep breath. His mother could wait, at least for tonight. A small smile broke out on Alec’s face as he reached for the glass in Magnus’ hand. “I guess I could stay the night, to look after Luke – that is. If that’s okay with you.” Magnus simply nodded with a smile.
Magnus felt his shoulders relax as he followed the Shadowhunter onto the sofa. They sat next to each other, further apart than Magnus would’ve liked, but together nonetheless. Alec took another sip of his drink, grimacing at the sting one again.
Magnus chuckled. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it, Alexander,” he said, clearly amused. Alec smiled back but kept the drink in his hand, leaning back into the couch and relaxing. It had been a while since he had had any free time. Isabelle would be all over him tomorrow.
But he didn’t care. For once he felt comfortable here, and he didn’t care what anybody else had to say about it. Looking around Magnus’ extravagant apartment, Alec’s eyes landed on a small picture frame on the table next to him.
It was a photo from a time that Alec could only guess was almost 200 years ago. He recognised Magnus immediately but the other two pictured didn’t look familiar. He expected Magnus to look younger, and he did, in a sense. He looked less mature, less wise. More carefree, that was for sure. “Who’s this?” asked Alec, curiously. Magnus scooted closer to Alec, still keeping some distance, but leaned in to look at the picture frame. Alec grabbed it and brought it onto his lap so that Magnus could see it better.
Magnus took in a deep breathe. “Green one’s Ragnor. Blue one’s Catarina.”
“Warlocks too?” Alec asked as his fingers ran over the intricately carved wooden frame.
Magnus nodded. “And two of my closest friends. We’ve known each other for almost 400 years now.” Alec raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Magnus. He still had a hard time remembering that Magnus had lived more lifetimes than he could count.
Nudging an elbow into Magnus’ side, Alec laughed. “Exactly how old are you?” he remarked, to which Magnus let out a carefree laugh. He liked the sound of it, Alec decided. An arm flew up to hit Alec in the shoulder.
“Don’t you know that’s rude to ask?” Magnus said in a low voice, his breath tickling Alec’s neck. Alec immediately seized up, gripping the photo frame tightly. Alec licked his suddenly dry lips as his breathing became unsteady. Alec hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Magnus sighed, making Alec’s skin tickle again. Alec couldn’t tell if there was any magic in that action, but it sure felt like it. “There’s no need to be on guard all the time,” Magnus whispered, his eyes shifting up to meet Alec’s.
Alec looked down at Magnus’ eyes and he could’ve sworn he saw a sparkle in them. Magnus’ hand reached up but hovered over Alec’s neck. He was careful not to touch him unless he was completely comfortable. Alec’s breathe hitched in his throat, he didn’t know how to act. He figured he should lean closer, though he didn’t realise he had even made that decision. Magnus stayed still, his breathing getting heavier every millimeter that Alec got closer.breathe hitched in his throat, he didn’t know how to act. He figured he should lean closer, though he didn’t realise he had even made that decision. Magnus stayed still, his breathing getting heavier every millimeter that Alec got closer.
They weren’t far apart at all when Alec immediately pushed on Magnus’ thigh, a sharp intake of air harsh enough to kill the mood. Magnus turned his head away as Alec stood up abruptly. He clumsily placed the frame back in its position before standing there awkwardly, facing away from Magnus. He had never acted on his impulses before, and today wasn’t the day that would change.
Alec was a calculating man, risks were more Jace’s thing. “Um, I shou- I should go check on Luke,” he mumbled, cringing at the fact that he couldn’t even put a sentence together properly. Alec felt like his entire body was on fire, a burning sensation that just wouldn’t die down. He had never really felt like that before.
Magnus stayed seated on the couch, not wanting to say anything that would make Alec uncomfortable. Magnus didn’t know if Alec would still want to stay the night now. Nevertheless he got up, fished out the only plain grey shirt he owned and placed it on the foot of the guest bed along with a pair of sweatpants. Alec could take the bed tonight. And although Magnus would’ve loved to be in the bed right there with him – not doing anything, just sleeping, not even touching if that’s what it took – he decided it would be best for him to sleep on the couch.
Magnus waited on the couch for what felt like hours for Alec to return. When he didn’t, he decided to walk over to his room. The door was open only partially, enough for Magnus to hear what Luke and Alec were talking about.
“Alec, really, I’m fine…” he heard Luke’s voice say.
“I just want to make sure you’re alright, that’s all,” Alec replied nonchalantly. Magnus smiled. Alec always acted tough, but Magnus knew that although Alec hated everything that Clary brought, he would never want anyone to get hurt.
Luke chuckled. “Are you sure that’s it? Or are you trying to avoid Magnus?” he asked in a knowing tone.
“I- It’s not that,” Alec said, taken aback. He sighed. “I just don’t know how to act around him,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Just be yourself,” Luke advised. “And relax, you’re too tense for your own good.” Alec chuckled nervously.
Alec checked his watch. It was getting late. “I should get to bed. Let us know if you need anything.” Magnus backed away from the door as he heard Alec walking closer. He twirled around and pretended to be looking for a book on one of his many bookshelves.
“You can take the bed,” said Magnus.
“And you?” Alec inquired, lifting an eyebrow.
“I’ll be fine,” said Magnus with a smile. Alec smiled back shyly, turning around and walking into the guest bedroom.
just realised this kinda has parabatri vibes??
hope you enjoyed. let me know if there are any scenarios you would like to see!
Hiiiii Guys, it’s Cinder. I thought of this today.I hope you all like it!!
- Okay, so it is Adam’s first day at Harvard (well he arrived a day before because he wanted to make sure everything was settled. A fact at which Ronan was very much pissed.)
- He arrived late into the morning and still was the first one to arrive. Everyone would be arriving tomorrow or late into the evening. He unpacked his stuff and took a stroll about the campus.
-He got himself a cup of coffee and spent the entire afternoon in the library, preparing for his classes.
-In the evening when he went back into his dorm, he noticed that his roommate had arrived. He had auburn hair with cute freckles, deep brown eyes and dimpled cheeks. He was cute.
- They introduced themselves, had a little chat and then Daniel (who insisted that Adam call him Danny like his other friends) went out for pizza, an offer which Adam had to refuse because of his thin pocket and because he had already bought an overpriced coffee.
-He settled down on his desk and called up Ronan, once again pissed that he had forgotten to bring the frame that had the picture of them with him to college.
-Ronan picked up just as Adam was going to hang up. “Fuck Parrish. It hasn’t even been a day.” Ronan’s gritty voice soothed Adam.
- “I did not know I had to wait a day before I could call my boyfriend.” Adam replied, a smile lingering on his face. Ronan grunted. Adam told Ronan everything that had happened so far and how Danny seemed like a messy guy, which if he was, would prove to be a major issue.
- Ronan’s reply to all of this was, “Danny. huh. What is his full name?”
-Adam said, “ Daniel Sage.”
-Later that night, Adam was woken up by persistent knocking on the door.
-He was greeted by none other that Ronan fucking Lynch at three fucking AM.
-”What the hell are you doing here Lynch?” Adam replied, putting on his glasses.
Ronan strode forward and kissed Adam like he meant it. A groan made its way out of Adam’s throat. Seemingly satisfied, Ronan pulled back, made his way inside Adam’s dorm and placed the frame on Adam’s bedside table.
- “What the fuck Ronan?”
“What? I looked up fucking Daniel on facebook. He’s cute. Couldn’t take chances.”
-Adam took ronan by the collar into the corridor, closed the door behind him and kissed him till some sense was knocked into him.
Would you guys like it if I write a fanfiction about it? Let me know!
For your consideration: More sci-fi nerd Natasha. “Would you like to play a game?” Fuck me I am in love with Nerdtasha. Like, it’s not Steve that asks if Tony can make a flying car; it’s Natasha, and he actually considers making one just for her.
She loves the old movies, like Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and The Day the Earth Stood Still. She physically fights for the remote whenever E.T. and The Thing are on TV. Tony gets her premier tickets to each new Star Wars and Jurassic Park movie. Sometimes she even takes him as her plus one. She doesn’t take Steve because he would ask too many questions and ruin the movie for her. She takes Clint except for when he’s healing and then she takes Bruce, who would otherwise wait for the movie to come out on Blu-Ray. And then she drags them out for ice-cream so she can chatter about the story lines and special effects for hours.
Then there are the sci-fi conventions. She’s not very good at “typically female” skills like sewing except for stitching up injuries but she teaches herself how to use an antique Singer that she bought at a thrift shop so she can alter the pinstripe suit she bought to cosplay Dana Skully. She practices on scrap clothing for days before she decides she can take the chance on her suit. It comes out okay. She wishes she’d practiced more. But she gets lots of compliments and when she admits it’s her first cosplay to someone dressed as Buffy, Buffy tells her it’s really great for a first try, and she just needs to keep practicing! Bolstered, Natasha does, and she sends pictures to the Buffy Cosplayer when she’s finished because it looks so much better.
When her Singer breaks, Natasha shame-facedly goes to Tony and says “I know it’s old, but–” and Tony nearly shrieks as he pounces on it. “Oh, honey, you’re beautiful!” he coos. “Someone took great care of you! I’m gonna teach your new mom to take care of you, too.” Natasha is charmed. Because if anyone was ever the embodiment of science fiction, it’s Tony, and watching him work and listening to him explain as he fixes her Singer is adorable, because he keeps talking to the sewing machine like it will answer. (Dum-E taps the Singer with his claw and beeps intermittently. Natasha realizes that maybe Tony does sort of expect the Singer to answer.)
Tony asks her what she was doing when her sewing machine broke because there’s fur inside the machine? And she’s embarrassed, because no one knows this about her–she tries so hard to go unnoticed at cons–but he’s looking at her so kindly that she blurts out, “I was trying to make a tribble.” And Tony laughs and she feels terrible for a moment but then he asks if she’ll please make one for him too. “Maybe after the con,” she says, and then wants to die when he leers at her. “I’m cosplaying a character from Star Trek.“ And she’s so worried he’s going to make fun of her, except he just asks if she’s doing ToS or the new series. She doesn’t know why she ever thought this nerd lord would make fun of her.
Natasha also spends a ton of time on sci-fi message boards blasting sexists and encouraging new nerdlings. She loves seeing new people discover sci-fi, loves nudging them toward the classics before they’re ruined by today’s special effects and recycled plots. She loves ripping apart anyone attacking Bikini Leia and trying to take away the fact that she was a brave, powerful woman even when subjected to a disgusting creature’s fetishes. She loves meeting people from around the world and listening to their opinions colored by the cultures and faiths and learning more about the characters through it. She accepts head canons and throws her own out and is always inordinately pleased when other people accept them as well.
Natasha goes to a con and actually meets Carrie Fisher and cries, but it’s okay because no one recognizes her since she’s dressed as Ellen Ripley from Aliens. She keeps her autographed photo in a safety deposit box, but keeps a copy of it in a frame on her bedside table. And when Carrie Fisher dies she locks herself in her room and watches Star Wars and cries for hours.