Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.
A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)
Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy
Word Count: 3k
Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”
“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her.
“How does what not drive me crazy?”
“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall.
“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m people watching.”
“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.
“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!”
“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”
“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”
“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”
“So you have noticed!”
“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself.
“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”
“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up.
“But what if we did?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around.
“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”
“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”
“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options.
“What are you doing?”
“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head.
“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.
You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.
“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him.
“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced.
“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you.
“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”
“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer.
“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”
“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off.
“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses.
“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away.
“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers.
“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk.
“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.
“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase.
“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen.
“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card.
“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder.
“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked.
“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”
“Anyone who you hope it is?”
“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt, Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup.
“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned.
“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled.
“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh.
“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”
“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”
“You think I should what?”
“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”
“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”
“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”
“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.
“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”
“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”
“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him.
“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”
“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.
“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”
“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.
“What did you say?”
“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office.
“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in.
“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head.
“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?”
“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.
“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”
“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”
“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”
“I take offense to that comment!”
“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”
“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”
“Then who is it?”
“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,”
“Brian in payroll?”
“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.
“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.
“Yes, yes he definitely does.”
“Yeah? What it is then?”
“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”
“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”
“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”
“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her.
“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”
“My life is over.”
“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.
“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.
“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest.
“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway.
“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you.
“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them.
“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes.
“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”
“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again.
“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back.
“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.
“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,
“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you.
“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”
“I think we’re good,” you answered.
“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses.
“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist.
“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time.
“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling.
“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused.
“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing.
“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair.
“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life.
Hunk: Keith, buddy, I just had a great idea for date night
Hunk: so like, what if we stayed home all weekend and literally never left the house?? Like we straight up became hermits. I mean, we would probably have to text everyone at least once so they wouldn’t get worried, but other than that we wouldn’t have to talk to anyone else for two days straight. Also, we could finally use up all the stuff that’s been sitting in our fridge for a while and make some nice home-cooked meals. Soooo?? How ‘bout it?
“The late King Taejo’s last words were that life is fleeting. It is all short and in vain. He said that life is so short. But I think that he was wrong. You and I are together like this, so how it could be in vain?”
“If we had met in another world and another time I was thinking how great that would have been. If only that could be… I wouldn’t fear anything. I could freely… Truly, I could freely love you all I wanted.”
From the Four Swords: Legendary Edition authors’ note:
We aimed to show teamwork, with readers liking all four Links plus
Shadow Link. There was an especially strong fan response in Japan and
overseas to the friendship between Purple Link and Shadow Link. As
manga authors, we feel blessed that the characters’ feelings came across
so clearly. Enjoy the banter between the five!
I was beyond thrilled to see Akira Himekawa’s nod to the fans in the new Legendary Edition. Four Swords means so much to me - the happiness of reading the manga, the inspiration to practice and improve my own art and writing, the friendships that have been made through the fandom. I wish I could tell Akira Himekawa how blessed I feel to be able to enjoy this amazing story they’ve created
💚 ❤️ 💙 💜 🖤
Imagine being nervous to find out you have a bed scene with your best friend, and crush, Tom in your new movie because you know he can make it all very realistic.
“Don’t worry, love.” his smooth voice almost made your heart calm down – almost though “I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to.” he said with a slightly mischievous grin and you bit your lower lip.
“Pull away too soon” you thought to yourself but in the end shook the thought off.
“I would never doubt it, Thomas.” you giggled as you leaned back in your chair, playing with a page from the script “You are ever the gentleman, all of the years I’ve known you.” you smiled at your best friend and he gave you back an adorable one as well.
“A gentleman at times and a really bad boy when needed.” he winked at you and you giggled, hitting his shoulder “Don’t worry, (Y/n), really I promise I won’t take it too far. Or at least I will try to.” he added the last part with a shrug and you rolled your eyes.
“Please just take it as far as you can” you let your thoughts run wild so much you had to take a large sip of your coffee to fight the bllush away.
“Tom” you glared at him though you couldn’t never really be angry at something like this. Being in love with your best friend had a lot more disadvantages than you actually thought at first, and you had began to discover all of them during all these years of knowing Tom. And now you were going to work with him, you knew the boundaries of this friendship were really going to get blurry.
You shook your head “You better, bad boy. Because I will prove to you how little you know your best friend.” you said looking at him from the corner of your eyes.
“Is that so?” his eyebrows shot up as his interest peaked “Perhaps, we should really practice first then.”
“Oh you wish, William.” you smirked at him “It’s not like we need to anyway… right?”
“Why- why are you asking, (Y/n)?” he frowned, finally getting a little serious until realization downed and his eyebrows shot up “Wait you- you have done a bed scene before, right?”
“Well, excuse me Mr Hiddleston if I’ve put my singing career first all this time and finally managed to catch up with acting too! It’s not like a crime or anything.” you huffed, shaking your head although truth was you couldn’t help but feel even more nervous at the prospect of that scene alone. Not to mention it being with the man you had feelings for but didn’t want to reveal a thing.
“No, of course not darling. You know I was the one that supported you on that.” he said, placing a hand on top of yours and despite everything you caught yourself relaxing.
“Just wait till the fans hear this.” you breathed out with a chuckle “They’ve been shipping us for so long, even if they knew we are only friends. It seems like every time we mentioned it, it just made them want to see us together even more. They didn’t care, we are just OTP to them.”
“Yeah, yeah they actually have.” you glanced at him when you heard the tone in his voice. It sounded almost longing, nostalgic and you knew there was something more there but you didn’t have time to try to decipher it because he cleared his throat and put on back a smile that could be convincing to others but not you. He was an amazing actor, yes, but he could never fool you.
“And now not only are we going to be in the same movie but you are practically going to take my v-card on camera? Wow I am sure it will break the internet!” you laughed, taking another small sip of your coffee.
“I’m- what?” his eyebrows shot up as he stared at you in disbelief and you frowned at him until it downed on you.
“No- Tom, no!” you all-but-shrieked “For the love of, Hiddleston! I’m really starting to think I don’t know you here. I didn’t mean literally!” you shook your head, huffing.
He just mumbled an “Oh” and laughed nervously, taking a sip of his own drink and placed it back next to his own script.
“But-” the smile returned on his lips “Now that you mention it, can you imagine the posts?” he asked and a giggle left your lips.
“The fans’ or yours?” you raised an eyebrow at your friend and he erupted in laughter.
“Why are you saying that? I haven’t started teasing them that much… yet.” he shrugged “But now that we got the script… a little sneak peek wouldn’t be bad, right?”
“You little-” you stopped yourself, laughing “You know, now I really understand why the picked you for Loki.”
“Oh come on! Hey do you have your phone?” he asked and you nodded your head “Remember that photo you had accidentally sent me of you in your bed?” and oh boy how could you ever forget that “How about you post it with something about practicing huh?” he smirked as he already leaned over your seat to try and take hold of your bag that had your phone.
“What?!” your eyes widened “Tom, no! I may be decent enough in it but it certainly not meant for the internet with the caption you have in mind! Tom!” you screamed, a giggle leaving as he tried to get it from your bag. You grabbed it and held it to yourself but he man was not having any of it.
“Come on, love. They’re going to love it, especially my comments on it.” he grinned the smile that made you weak on the knees.
“Tom, I said no! Nothing will make me give you that photo.” you shook your head furiously.
“Nothing?” he breathed out, getting more serious and only then did you realize his face was inches away rom yours “Are you sure about that love?” he whispered and you really caught yourself wondering about the answer you were going to give him. Could you say it? And even more: What was he really going to do about it?
Wait, what? What was the missed opportunity w/ Magnus' cat eyes?
Honestly? It felt kinda out of place in my eyes. Yes, I get the intention behind it and it was kind of cute that Magnus showed his cat eyes to Max but ….
To me, that moment when Magnus would reveal his cat eyes to Alec, it always was something special. Intimate. Just them. So that Alec could appreciate the beauty of it. And tell Magnus how beautiful they are and all that.
And we got a scene where it somehow felt like… okay, let’s get this over with. It didn’t fit the moment. At all. Especially not with Maryse around.
You never should have made that bet with Natasha, you must not have been thinking clearly. If you had been you’d have slapped yourself across the face for even thinking you could do it. Two weeks, you weren’t allowed to kiss the God of Mischief or you’d have to be Natasha’s personal maid. As stubborn as you are you took the challenge and you are on day three and you can’t keep your eyes off those beautiful lips. The way they stretch so perfectly when he grins devilishly while revealing those pearly white teeth.
You were sitting on the couch while Loki was chatting with his brother Thor, you could feel the smirk plastered across Natasha’s face as she stared at you. You briefly felt something burning in the back of your mind coaxing you to go and smash your face against his. You should have known better than to tell Loki about the bet, because now he was playing along with you. His lips would brush your ear in the way that made you shiver. His voice would be smoother and forced you to watch the perfect shade of pink muscle move as he spoke.
You were itching to kiss him, you couldn’t stay in a room that had both Natasha and Loki. You knew they would mess with you so you tried to keep your eyes somewhere other than the God. You kept your mind somewhere else like right now you were trying to read a book, but your eyes danced over to the God. Growling at yourself for your weakness, you refuse to go down like this as you stood up. Both Natasha and Loki shot their gaze as you when you stormed towards the elevator. You need to train, or find someone else to bug or you’d end up tackling your lover.
Honestly you don’t know how you ended up on the two super-soldiers’ floor, yet here you were stepping off looking around. “Steve? Bucky?” You called before noticing they were watching a movie. “Hey.” Steve called looking over to you with a smile on his face as Bucky waved never taking his eyes off the screen. “Mind if I stay and watch the movie with you two?” You asked. “Sure, if you want.” Steve said gesturing to the chair because the couch could barely hold the two soldiers making you giggle softly.
You took a seat on the chair before pulling your legs under your butt as you watched the screen. “So what brings you here?” Steve said softly as Bucky glared over to you both for a moment. You playfully winked at Bucky who snorted before turning his attention back to the horror movie that was playing. “Oh, I am doing a bet with Natasha.” You said as Steve rolled his eyes. “Why? What is it?” He asked quirking an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m not allowed to kiss Loki for two weeks.” You said softly as Steve chuckled. “What day are you on?” He asked. “Three.” You groaned softly.
“You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky comments glancing over to you. “Fuck off Barnes.” You huff. “Language.” Steve said in a stern tone making both you and Bucky go quiet for a moment. “But why don’t you get him to kiss you first?” Bucky asked as you looked at him confused. “Natalie said you couldn’t kiss him first. She never said he couldn’t kiss you first.” He shrugs as your eyes widened. “Oh my goodness! Why didn’t I think of that?” You asked more to yourself. “Because you’re stupid and make bets with Natalie.” Bucky smirks as you flip him off.
“I don’t know why I try with you kids anymore.” Steve huffs looking back to the Television. “Sorry Grandpa are we too rowdy for you?” You asked playfully earning you a glare from the man of America. “Always a comedian.” Steve mumbles as you giggle softly. “See if I go easy on you the next time we train. I’ll show you a grandpa.” He makes a face that makes even Bucky laugh. Your fun time with the boys was cut short when the elevator opened to reveal a scowling Loki. “Uh-oh. You’re in trouble.” Bucky whispered turning his gaze away from the fuming God.
You were about to speak when his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you to your feet as he shot his heated gaze to the two soldiers who looked back to the TV. “Loki–” You started when he started dragging you towards the elevator. “I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.” You called before the doors slid shut behind the two of you. You sent Loki a glare of your own as you tried to jerk your hand away from his when suddenly you were pressed against the wall of the elevator. You gasped at the quick action before moaning softly feeling his lips brushing over your pulse point.
You shuddered biting your lower lip hard enough to taste iron. “Mine.” He whispered possessively when his fingers entangled into your hair. “Y-Yours.” You resorted back when he pressed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss that left you breathless the moment your lips touched. Everything in your body felt on fire as he pulled you closer to his body almost trying to absorb you into his skin. “Forget the cursed bet.” He growled angrily. “I’ll be damned if I don’t have you.” He said cupping your face.
“I guess you’re as bad as me.” You grin at him before his eyes darken when a smirk dances across his lips. “Oh my darling, you haven’t seen me bad.” He said as his teeth grazed your chin when the door to your apartment opened. “Were you jealous of Steve and Bucky?” You asked testing waters when he growled nipping harshly at the junction between your throat and chin. You squeak softly before your face heated up. “Careful with your words darling. They are a weapon sharper than a dagger.” He said when he kisses you once more.
You couldn’t think anymore when you looked into his eyes that threatened to consume you when he finally led you out of the elevator and onto the couch. “What about Natasha? I am not being her maid of a week.” You huffed when he placed a finger over your lips. “It doesn’t count if I kiss you first. I will inform her that I caved into my desires first. I mean, you are ungodly beautiful. I’m surprised we lasted three days.” He smirks making you chuckle before you pulled him down into a hug. “No more bets like that. I’ll die.” You comment. “As will I my darling.” He grins happily.
I'm really into the bodyswap causing conflict between Malec, because it's a good example of a conflict where nobody's really at fault. Obviously Alec isn't going to believe that Magnus is Magnus right away, that'd be very unlike Alec and also generally a stupid idea, but it's also fair that Magnus would be upset and resentful about that, even if he understands intellectually. Idk, I feel like this could be a setup for a mature argument, you know?
Yeah, I agree; I don’t know for sure if this is the conflict that will breed from this, but I can definitely see it happening and I’m not opposed to them having a more nuanced conflict to work through. Like, this is the kind of trauma that strains long term marriages, and Magnus and Alec have only been dating for a few weeks. So it’s only expected that they may not always behave 100% ideally even though they’re trying their best while Magnus is going through this.
Plus, Magnus is very…guarded. Like, he’s been vulnerable before but on his own terms, if that makes sense. When he tells someone about his past, it’s because he decides it’s the right time to do so – not because someone has cracked his walls. So I can see him putting his guard up again where he was once fairly open with Alec, which might affect their relationship in the sense that Magnus may no longer feel safe trusting pieces of himself with the man who loves him, even though logically he knows that he can and that he should. I want to say his instinct might be to push Alec away as a way to protect himself and I feel like Alec needs to tread the (very difficult) line between being respectful of what Magnus needs and how he feels while also not, like, allowing Magnus to retreat into himself and turn away from those who care about him entirely because that’s not a healthy way to deal with things at all.