it still itches though


I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am helpless, my hands pinned, face held, and his hips restraining me. I feel his erection against my belly. Oh my… He wants me. Christian Grey, Greek god, wants me, and I want him, here… now, in the elevator.

Malec Week 2015– Day 7

“Scene not in the book but in the TV show”

I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do

Magnus fiddled with the tie. It was too loose and then suddenly it was too tight, strangling him, but always managed to be uncomfortable. He squeezed his eyes shut in a horrible effort to swallow his nerves and discomfort. His fingers still itched to tug at the tie though.

As he promised himself it was fine–he was fine– they crept their way up the front of the suit only to find another pair already there.

“Alec–!” Magnus yelped. It was instinctual now.

“You’re going to strangle yourself,” Alec said, an relieving calm to his voice. Magnus took Alec’s hands in his, trying to relax.

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for all along
What I’ve been living for

“Unless, that was your intention–?”

“No!” Magnus said quickly. Alec stepped around to face Magnus, though his hands broke contact with Magnus. “You still shouldn’t be in here.”

“Contrary to your and Isabelle’s beliefs, neither of us are brides and this isn’t exactly a traditional ceremony, so that’s a stupid superstition,” Alec said, all of his attention on the tie. He pulled the tie, now untied, away from Magnus’ collar.

“I didn’t want to see you until–”

Alec leaned forward, cutting Magnus’ complaint off.

Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase

Magnus’ entire body relaxed as the warmth of Alec’s lips spread throughout him.

The tie fell from Alec’s hands onto the ground, coiling like a silk snake. It was an involuntary reflex on his part, the result of a desperate need for his hands to do more than just dangle at his side, uselessly, holding the tie that was better suited for the floor anyways. They reached for the collar first, then slid along the planes of Magnus’ shoulders. They glided effortlessly, feeling the expensive fabric underneath.

“This suit looks really good on you,” Alec mumbled into Magnus’ neck.

“I’d like to keep it on for now,” Magnus whispered, stepping out of Alec’s reach.

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along
What I’ve been living for

Defeat didn’t wash over Alec’s face like usual when Magnus cut him off. A smile played on his lips, one of his rare, truly genuine ones that could only be sparked by true happiness.

“Alexander,” Magnus smiled. His lower lip caught in between his teeth in an attempt not to grin stupidly. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

Magnus knew any compliment would cause Alec to duck his head for a moment while he hid a smile, before he’d raise his head, a peach blush tinting his cheeks.

“And I am so incredibly happy right now,” Magnus added.

Too long Magnus had been without this– this happiness, this sense of being whole and complete. Alec was his missing half, and Magnus wasn’t going to deny that. The fact that he had gone an entire month denying that filled his with an unforgettable regret.

How could he deny himself this?

How could he deny Alexander this?

He was obviously as in love with Magnus as Magnus was with him.

Years of emptiness and now he had Alec.

Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you, well I knew we’d tell it well
With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees

“I still have to put this tie on you,” Alec said, beckoning Magnus back to him. He picked the gold tie up off the ground, shaking it free of whatever dirt and grime it might have picked up.

Alec’s fingers worked on their own. What he was failing to tell Magnus was that he had no experience prior to today tying ties. Jace had sat with him for an hour that morning, Googling tutorials and trying to pick a knot out of dozens. But that hour had given him plenty of practice.

“Tell me you love me,” Magnus said, softly.

“Telling you on command defeats the purpose,” Alec responded, pulling the tie through.

“Requited love is better than unrequited, I’ve found.”

Alex pulled the tie a little tighter.

“Don’t touch this,” Alec ordered. Then he looked up at Magnus, his eyes pure and honest. “I do love you.”

“I’ll see you at the altar?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Don’t be late.”

“That was you, remember?” Alec laughed.

Magnus left a kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Go before your sister finds you–”

“–lest I risk her wrath.”

“–lest you risk her wrath,” Magnus echoed.

Alec slipped out the door, winking as he shut it.

It was the last time he’d ever see Alexander Lightwood.

From now on, he was Bane-Lightwood.

Turning Page by Sleeping at Last.

And so concludes Malec week, fun friends.

So this was basically me this week though:

Originally posted by o0laurine0o

If you’ve been reading my fanfic, liking it, reblogging it, know that I’ve pretty much had a heart attack this week with keeping up with notifications. And just all the Malec feels ugh I can’t.

I really appreciate the love and support. I write more on Wattpad under minipage and my AO3 account is in the works under the same name. 

I am bitter about the fact that I am THE MOST assiduous applier of sunscreen and yet I am the one who is sunburned. It’s not bad, but it’s a little more every day. (My dad warned me about this when I was NINE and came home from a full day at the water park with a tan. I have his fair skin and freckles, but before I turned thirty at least I could get a tan.)

Other than the mild itch of the sunburn though, I’m still having a great time. We did early park hours yesterday and basically walked onto every ride we wanted to go on. I forgot how amazing Space Mountain is.

We did Magic Kingdom in the morning, including Be Our Guest, where I got the roast beef sandwich and the chocolate cake with “the grey stuff” which turned out to be a very nice whipped frosting. Everything at Be Our Guest is delicious.

But as our server brought out our food, Sci leaned over and said, “So we hear you have…A CARROT KETCHUP.”

Which they do and which all the hipster disney foodie blogs (oh yes, I said “hipster disney foodie blog”, that’s a thing that happens) said was amazing. And our server let us have a little cup for free.

Kids, I’m here to tell you, carrot ketchup is a lie.

Basically it’s carrot puree with vinegar. On its own it’s actually quite nice, and does well as a sweet vinaigrette dressing, but you cannot use it as a ketchup. You will regret your life choices.

We did Hollywood Studios in the afternoon, where I got to ride on Tower of Terror, which is AMAZING and better than the California version, and I got to do it in a thunderstorm (well, at that point it was just rain, it became a thunderstorm later) which was super cool and added to the Twilight Zone of the whole experience. We saw the Star Wars themed fireworks (and a LOT of other Star Wars themed stuff) and had a lovely late night snack complete with glowing drinks at the Sci Fi Drive In Diner, and during the rainstorm I officially learned How To Poncho.

I’ve taken to getting up early and coming to the cafeteria in the hotel to do some writing/replying; I’d give you a fuller account of yesterday but we’re off to Animal Kingdom today and I have to go pack, put on real shoes, and apply all the sunscreen. ALL OF IT.

Serial killer.

It had been a week since Dean had last left for a ‘hunt’. There was no way in trying to disguise it as such now that Sam knew the truth. Still though it was an itch he needed to scratch and he had climbed into the impala and headed to the bakery where they had had maybe a little to much fun.

It was closing time and the man who had insulted his lover was locking up the store when Dean walks over. The skilled demon quickly immobilized the man. Dean then got him into the car and drove to his storage locker.

6 hours later covered in blood he takes out his phone and calls Sam shaking. As he hears Sam’s voice he calms just a little. “Sammy… I fucked up Sammy. I fucked up bad. Baby I’m sorry. Can you come to where I am… I love you.”