#making all the tooth rotting sappy content to make my heart happy <3

[breezypunk]

there's somethin' about you that drives me crazy.

[thelightofthebane]

I loved you before I even knew you

Summary: “What is going on inside the head of my fearless Nephilim?” Magnus mumbles, his eyes fluttering open. He looks up and meets those beautiful hazel eyes with a fond smile.

“You,” Alec kisses his head again, tightening his hold of Magnus. “Always you.”

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Domestic Boyfriends, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cuddles

Well, after so much angst in this dashboard... I had the idea to write this after listening to Loved You Before by Natalie Taylor. It took me some time due to work, but here it is! And the timing was good too. @aria-lerendeair, I hope this cheer you up, even if it’s just a little bit. You are awesome and deserve to smile and be happy <3 @just-another-lightwood-bane This is also for you for being there in that angst train about Magnus. I hope you like it!

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Snow falls slowly, painting New York’s streets with the calmness of Winter. A high contrast from the dark night blackening the starless sky. The cold air crawls between buildings, powerless against the coziness inside the High Warlock of Brooklin’s loft. Even inside, there is a peaceful scent, a comfortable silence and just a dim light coming from the main bedroom.

Magnus is curled around Alec, his head resting on the Shadowhunter’s chest and one arm on his waist. Alec holds him protectively, feeling like his whole world is there between his arms. Their legs are entwined and their hearts beating almost as one.

Alec tilts his head a bit, tracing his boyfriend’s hairline with the tip of his nose before gently kissing his hair, the sandalwood fragrance easing his worries for a moment. Magnus is still weak and pale, resting after dealing with a high fever, but the worst part is gone and his love isn’t in danger anymore. It has been a close call after Magnus was poisoned due to a demon attack, but thanks to the Angel the antidote is working and soon his dear Warlock would be good to go and to worry the shit of him again as always. It seems Izzy, Jace, and Magnus are the kind of package made to give him all kinds of heart attacks and endless rolling eyes, but…

They are the package Alec loves more than anything else in the world, and he knows he would die for them without thinking twice.

His long fingers caress his boyfriend’s arm, and he can’t stop thinking about how lucky he is. He is in love with the most beautiful and powerful and kindest man in the entire world. And Magnus loves him back with the same earnest and pure strength. As many times before, Alec ponders what he has done to deserve that. He always thought he would never love and be loved by anyone. He was ready to shut down and live until a demon pierced through his heart and he died an honorable death while in duty. Now? He fights with all he has to make sure he will come back home at the end of the day. Because he has someone waiting for him. He has a home. However, his home is not the loft somewhere in Brooklin.

His home is a Downworlder with mesmerizing cat eyes, sparkling clothes and hair, blue glow and a smile which melts every fear, anger, cold and worries of his body. With Magnus, Alec smiles. Rests. Feels. Dreams.

Alec is.

“What is going on inside the head of my fearless Nephilim?” Magnus mumbles, his eyes fluttering open. He looks up and meets those beautiful hazel eyes with a fond smile.

“You,” Alec kisses his head again, tightening his hold of Magnus. “Always you.”

“Sappy,” Magnus purrs, smiling contently. He pushes himself up, just enough to peck Alec’s lips. He lingers a little, feeling Alec’s calm breath. Then, he faintly brushes their lips, slowly, tentatively, again and again until Alec can’t hold anymore and deepens the contact.

They kiss for a while, just feeling each other. Minutes later, somehow sated, they go back to their previous position.

“Remember when Clary told us about the other dimension?” Alec asks, caressing Magnus’ hair.

“The one where my fashion style is non-existent and you burned your closet before even entering it?”

Alec snorts at that, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, that one. Do you think…” The Shadowhunter’s voice is soft, barely a whisper, but Magnus can hear him perfectly. “Do you think they also found their way to each other?” Do you think they also fell in love with each other? It is what he really wanted to ask.

“Perhaps. Biscuit said she couldn’t see much of what was happening, but she had the impression we both were pretty smitten with each other. And that you were flirting with me.” Magnus grins. If it wasn’t so invasive, he would love to check Clary’s memories just to watch that.

Alec chuckles, trying to not think about how warm his face is right now. “I hope they get together like us. At least there aren’t demons in that dimension, so they can have a peaceful life.”

Magnus catches the hint of anguish in his boyfriend’s voice and looks up at him again.

“Alexander, if this is about yesterday, I swear I am—“

“It’s not that,” Alec cuts him, but soon shakes his head. “I mean, it is, but…” He absentmindedly licks his lips. “I guess it’s inevitable. We, my siblings, our friends… We will always have this shadow threatening to suffocate us if we aren’t careful enough. I… I was just thinking. There might be more dimensions out there, right? Different universes. Sometimes I like to think we meet and get together in each and all of them.”

“Did Samuel and Isabelle make you watch another sci-fi marathon?” Magnus lifts one brow, amused.

“I’m serious, okay?” Alec scoffs, but there is some endearment in his expression. “I know that it’s impossible for us to be together or happy in all dimensions, but… But it would be good if we are in most of them. Because I think… I… I believe there is no world where I wouldn’t love you.”

Magnus’ expression softens so much and his heart feels so full, he barely holds his glamour. What he did to deserve this man?

“Do you think it would be different if we have met earlier?” Alec continues, again nudging his nose against Magnus’ hair. God, he loves Magnus’ smell.

“If we did, you would be a child, and it wouldn’t be good.” Magnus quips, and Alec snorts but smiles nonetheless.

“But I have a feeling you would have waited for me anyway.”

“Oh, darling. I’ve waited centuries for someone like you. And now, I’ve finally found you.”

“Look who is the sappy one now,” Alec feels himself blushing again, but mumbles anyway. “Thank you for not giving up on me,” embracing Magnus a bit more, he kisses his forehead wishing to transmit everything he is feeling. “I love you so much, Magnus.”

Magnus smiles. He is whole, so full of love for this Shadowhunter that sometimes he doesn’t know how to take such happiness.

“I love you too, Alexander.”

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

The Art of Love (Part 5) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

Updated A/N 10/17/2020: Formerly algorithm knows best and companion to cupid’s code. Whether an updated version of Cupid’s Code will be a companion is TBD.

A/N: Hi lovelies! Happy hump day Here’s some fluff to get you through.

Summary: You finally make it to those dinner reservations.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (Platonic - for now)

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Word Count: 1473

Main Masterlist | The Art of Love Masterlist | Broken Hearts and Robot Parts Masterlist (Companion Fic) ​

Being out with Steve made you giddy. The two of you rarely went out alone. It was normally nights in on the couch, which you loved. But this was something special. It felt like… a date.

No, you scolded yourself. Not a date. A celebration between friends.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called softly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere important. Sorry,” you laughed looking down at the menu. “The chocolate lava cake sounds delicious.”

“That’s why I ordered you one while you were daydreaming,” he grinned.

Your jaw dropped. Surely you would have heard him do that.

“No you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“How did you know what I wanted?” you asked, embarrassed that you had spaced out that hard.

“I picked the most chocolatey thing on the menu.”

“That’s fair,” you laughed, shaking off the momentary awkwardness you’d felt. “So I assume you got the angel food cake?”

“We are creatures of habit.”

You were laughing at that comment when the waiter returned with a plate that had different flavors of sorbet and “Congratulations” written in chocolate sauce.

“The desserts you ordered will be out in a moment. But this is on the house. And here is your champagne,” he smiled as another waiter who’d been trailing him, passed him the bottle.  

“We didn’t order any champagne,” you told him.

No restaurant was that nice.

“Your boyfriend requested this especially before you arrived. Congratulations on your new job.”

“Oh. Thank you.”  

You were so caught off guard by Steve’s gesture that you didn’t even process that the waiter called him your boyfriend.

“Thank you, Gregory,” Steve smiled at him as he uncorked the bottle and he poured two glasses.  

“Enjoy.”  

“Steve, you really shouldn’t have,” you whispered once Gregory had disappeared.

“Yes. I should have. We’re celebrating your new job. You deserve all this and more.”

You held back your natural argument when you saw the pride and love in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

He raised his glass to you, clear blue eyes dancing.

“To my best friend, the new dance captain and assistant choreographer of the Howling Commandos Stage Troupe.”

You clinked your glass against his and sipped the champagne, savoring the moment.

 Steve’s POV

Once you were home Steve took your coat and hung it in the front closet.

“I didn’t think you knew that was a coat closet,” you teased.

“Oh shush, you,” Steve huffed making you giggle.

“Thank you for everything tonight. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

“You deserve to always feel special,” he promised as you threw your arms around his neck.

His wound around your waist reflexively as you swayed, clearly a little tipsy from the champagne. He felt a bit wobbly as well, but he was fairly certain that it had more to do with you than the champagne. Steve held you close as you nuzzled your nose against his neck and stifled a yawn against his shirt.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

“A little,” you mumbled.

“Why don’t we get ready for bed then?”

“Mmkay,” you assented but didn’t move.

“Y/n?”

No response.

“Alright, up we go I guess.”

He swung you up into a bridal carry and you hummed contently. He set you down on the bed and knelt in front of you so he could unbuckle your heels, sliding them off and setting them neatly in the closet.

“C’mon, darlin’, you don’t want to ruin your pretty dress by sleeping in it.”  

“Fine,” you sighed holding your hands out so he could help you stand up.

“I’ll leave you to change.”

He strode out of the room grabbing your water bottles from the fridge and making sure the front door was locked. He’d just turned out the front light when he heard you call his name.

“Steve?”

“What’s up, sweetheart?” he called as he moved through the apartment.

“I need you.”

Steve chuckled at your dramatic whine.

“What the matter, darlin’?” he asked as he set the waters and your phones down on the bedside table.

“I can’t get my zipper undone,” you pouted, arms twisted awkwardly behind your back.

“S’alright. I’ve got it. Turn around.”

You spun obediently and Steve stepped closer, probably closer than strictly necessary, brushing your hair over your shoulder and dragging the zipper down your back. He couldn’t help but look at your reflection as your eyes drifted shut and a soft smile graced your features.

He had to stop himself from pushing the straps off your shoulders or pressing a kiss to your bare skin. That would be crossing far too many lines and he was already in too deep.

“I’m going to go change in the bathroom.”  

You hummed an acknowledgment as you rifled through your duffel bag for your clothes. Steve tried not to stare at the expanse of your back he’d revealed, closing the door a bit more aggressively than he intended to.  

There was a soft knock on the door a few minutes later while he was brushing his teeth.

“Steve, can I come in and start taking my make up off?”

He leaned over to unlock the door and pulled it open and then grabbed your pack of makeup removers from his top drawer. You sidled in, already half asleep and started your nightly routine.

When you were done you both crawled under the covers, and he paused waiting for you to situate yourself. He frowned when you turned away from him, but it disappeared as you wriggled closer to him so you were pressed against his front and you placed his arm on your waist.  

“Good night, sweetheart,” he rumbled in your ear as he pulled you even closer.

“Good night, Steve. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Steve was surprised to wake up and find you still in his arms. Normally you’d be up and baking or heading back to your apartment. But not today. You’d agreed to sleep in and mosey over to the store when you were ready, although when Steve glanced at the clock and saw it was only 5 AM he knew he’d failed on the sleeping in. But the view was certainly worth it.  

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched you sleep.

Steve had long since memorized your features in lots of moments. The way your brow furrowed when you choreographed. The way you smiled and hummed while you baked. The way you yelled at the TV during a hockey game – despite “not caring about sports”. He’d also seen how your eyes got red and you pursed your lips when you cried, although that wasn’t a memory he relished.

But this was new. Your hair was splayed out around you on his pillows and there was a small smile on your lips. He had never gotten to see you so completely at peace, and he was certain he’d never felt so at ease.

You clutched his shirt more tightly and followed when he rolled onto his back so he could grab his phone. When he accidentally opened the camera app on his phone he froze. You looked so beautiful, he had to capture the moment. He knew he’d try to sketch or paint it later on, but he suspected it wouldn’t do the moment justice. He quickly snapped a photo before scrolling through his notifications.

The boomerang he’d posted of you sipping champagne on Instagram had well over a hundred likes.

Champagne Fridays are the best Fridays. Finally getting to properly celebrate my best friend @danceyourfeelings getting her first grown up job. You’re going to be amazing (like always). I love you! #BeautifulandBubbly

There were also plenty of heart eyes emojis in the comments.

He rolled his eyes at the stream of texts in his group chat with Bucky and Sam calling him an idiot. He also noticed a new tag notification and realized you’d posted a picture of the two of you that the waiter had taken. You were on one foot, tugging him down by his tie and kissing him on the cheek and he was laughing at god only knows what. You could easily be mistaken for a couple in love.

So lucky to have this guy in my life. He’s been with me through it all for the last three and a half years and I’m so glad I got to celebrate some of the best news of my life with him. Thank you for everything you do for me @ArtsySteveRogers. I love you so much! #MyBestFriendIsBetterThanYours #MCE (Man Crush Everyday) #Stud

Steve immediately went to the comment section. Everyone was commenting #goals and the like. He saw more than a few pointed remarks from your closer friends. He quickly responded with a sappy message in return and then put his phone down, opting to enjoy the quiet moment.

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