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oreoambitions · 4 years

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Supercorp and 29 for that prompt post!👉🏻👈🏻

Things you said in the rain:

Lena is out in the rain before she's given the situation much rational thought. It's not just raining, it's pouring, and she's left her umbrella, her book, and her drink all on the table at the coffee shop, but it doesn't matter doesn't matter doesn't matter anymore. She'll buy another umbrella. Another copy of the book. The latte is ashes in her mouth just now anyway. Behind her in her favorite rosy succulent studded coffee shop, William smiles his perfect dazzling smile at Kara, and Kara smiles back at him, and Lena isn't looking at them but she can imagine it so clearly and the last thing she needs is to turn around and confirm that this is all really happening. She stumbles a few steps down the sidewalk, across the street without looking, a few steps further so that when she looks back at the coffee shop she can no longer see the two of them standing at the register.

Fuck. All she wanted was a cozy Saturday afternoon to herself. A quiet afternoon. Lattes with lavender and honey, that flaky blueberry danish for which she'd first visited this place months ago, hours and hours alone with her book amid the rumble and bustle of the city.

What she got was a front row seat to Kara's dating life, an in-person confirmation of the social media rumors that have surrounded Kara and William for weeks now, and she feels like she's going to throw up. The realization that she's shaking is sudden and wrenches a sharp laugh from her throat, prompting passerby to cut a wider berth around her. Life is such a joke. A cruel, stupid, senseless joke. It figures that Lena would win back Kara's friendship, work up the courage to maybe, possibly, potentially ask her on an Actual Date, and immediately lose her to someone like William Dey.

The cynical, protective side of her whispers that if that's Kara's type, she never stood a chance anyway. It was wishful thinking, working up that courage. Real life doesn't work that way; Lena has known that for a long time and she's more the fool for forgetting it where Kara is concerned.

But it's so easy to forget when Kara's around. When it comes to Kara, Lena wants to forget every one of life's hard earned lessons. All the more reason to keep them at the forefront of her mind.

Lena is still standing there, shaking, drenched, gazing out at nothing. Well, she can't stand here forever. She fumbles for her phone, tries to swipe the unlock with wet fingers, but touchscreens and water aren't friends, and damn it all to hell. She'll have to get dry before she can call a car. She'll have to-

A warm jacket falls across her shoulders and the smell of Kara washes over her. Kara comes around in front of her to pull the jacket more closely around her, to brush a wet strand of hair from Lena's face.

"Hey," she says. "Hey, are you- Of course you're not okay. You're crying."

"I'm not crying," Lena snaps, but Kara is right. Somewhere between her laughter and the realization that her phone is useless outside in a storm, the tears have arrived.

"What happened?" Kara asks. "Rao, we should get you inside; you're shivering."

The thought of going inside, back to that stupid coffee shop, back to William, makes Lena feel physically ill. She pulls Kara's jacket possessively around her even as she grumbles that she doesn't need it, that Kara is getting drenched. Not that it matters to Kara, as impervious to the cold as she is to bullets and sometimes to common sense. "I'm fine," Lena mutters. "I just need to call a car home."

Kara reaches for her phone. "Is your phone dead? I can call-"

"No," Lena interrupts. "No, it's fine. I don't want to interrupt your- your date. I'm sorry, just- Thank you for the jacket; I'll have it cleaned."

Kara's brows knit. She reaches forward to hold Lena at the elbow, reaches up with the other hand to brush another lock of hair away. "What are you doing out here?"

Lena recognizes the change of subject for what it is: Kara is trying to take another route to the answers she wants, trying to work around Lena's refusal to talk. She recognizes the tactic, and she recognizes that Kara hasn't denied that she's on a date, and she spits out, "This is my favorite coffee shop. Or it was."

Kara glances back across the street to where, presumably, William is waiting for her. Her brow furrows further. "I didn't know that," she says. "William and I were just looking for somewhere a little more... discreet. Than Noonan's, I mean. We didn't want anyone to see us together."

Together. And there it is. Lena steps back, wrenching her elbow from Kara's grasp, and looks away. "He seems very nice," she lies. "I hope you two are very happy together."

"Lena, I- What?" Kara tips her head to one side, a visible calculus taking place in her expression. "William and I aren't- Oh! This is a work date, not a date date. Lena, do you honestly think I'd be on a real, like, boyfriend-vetting date dressed like this? Look at me."

As if Lena can help looking at Kara when she's standing out here in a downpour. The water has turned her pale blue buttondown nearly sheer, and it clings to her in all the right places, accenting muscled shoulders and the shadow of a sports bra and the shape of toned obliques. Her chinos are cut just tight enough to make Lena want to run her palms up those thighs, across the hip bones just visible where her shirt is tucked in.

Lena licks her lips and drags her eyes back to Kara's face, the last flicker of all that summoned courage bright in her chest when she says, "I think you look absolutely stunning dressed like this. Handsome. Beautiful. I- I would love it if you'd dress like this for a date. With me, I mean."

Kara's mouth falls open a little, and a soft flush creeps across her cheeks. "I'd uhm. I'd dress up a little more. For a date with you, specifically." And then her eyes widen as realization dawns. "Are you- Were you in the coffee shop just now? Did you - Are you out here in the rain because you thought William and I were- Oh, Rao, Lena." She steps forward again and, when Lena doesn't move to maintain the distance between them, she grasps Lena gently by the biceps and pulls her just one half step closer so that Lena has to look up a little to meet her eyes.

"He clearly adores you," Lena chokes out. It's not like it's a secret; surely everyone in National City has noticed by now that William wants nothing more than he wants than Kara Danvers on his arm.

"Yes," Kara confirms. "But we're here working on a project we - Rao, I shouldn't be telling you this - we're submitting an article under a pseudonym to another publication, and we didn't want anyone at CatCo to see us working on it. And for the record he did ask me out a couple of weeks ago, and I said no. No hard feelings. It's just- I mean you're right, he is very nice when he wants to be, but I have my eye on someone else."

Lena's heart tries to swoop and crumple at the same time.

"Well whoever it is should consider themselves very lucky to-"

Kara darts forward with a kiss, chaste and light against her lips, then lingers there a moment while Lena catches up. “Sorry,” she whispers, “It’s just- You weren’t gonna ask who it was, and I didn’t know how else to tell you, and I- I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try that at least once.” Lena opens her mouth to answer but nothing comes out. Kara just kissed her. Kara. Out here in the rain in front of just anyone who might be walking by, Kara Danvers kissed- Is kissing her, because when Lena doesn't move away Kara leans in again to capture her bottom lip. She slides her hands up Lena's arms, fingertips dancing across her neck, to cup her face. Lena finds purchase on Kara's hips and tugs, willing her to move closer, and she does, pulling Lena's body flush against her even as she licks into her mouth.

Lena is shaking now for reasons entirely unrelated to jealousy or grief or the rain. Kara is so warm warm warm against her, and her tongue is sliding across Lena's, and one hand is pressed now to the small of Lena's back encouraging her impossibly closer still, and Lena thinks she may have died. She may have actually been hit by a car on her way across the street and maybe this is the hallucination she's having in the seconds before brain function ceases because there's just no way that Kara is really kissing her, and there's just no way that Kara kissing her is really this good.

Kara has a fistful of Lena's hoodie and she tugs on it when she whimpers against Lena's lips, when she slides her hand from Lena's cheek to the back of her neck, when Lena boldly demands entrance to her mouth in turn. When they break away it's only to rest against one another, forehead to forehead, mouths swollen, tasting one another's labored breath. Lena reaches up to trace her thumb across Kara's cheekbone, and she's got her eyes closed but she imagines anyway that she's drawing lines between her freckles like constellations in the sky. Lord knows she's long since memorized them all. She drags her thumb across Kara's bottom lip and sighs.

"Wasn't expecting that," she whispers.

Kara lets out a soft laugh. "So can I have that date then?" she murmurs. "I promise I'll wear something a little nicer. Maybe a vest."

Lena's mouth goes a little dry at the thought of Kara in formal men's wear. "Friday?"

"I was hoping you'd say tonight," Kara says. "Don't really want to wait. Kind of a lot I'd like to do with you that you uhm. That you aren't really supposed to do before the first date. Or maybe the third date."

Lena nearly chokes on air. "Like what?" she asks, praying that Kara's eyes are also closed, that she can't see deep flush spreading across Lena's skin at the thought of all the things Kara might be referring to. She's thinking about the bedroom, about Kara's vest haphazard on the floor, about undoing every button on that shirt, chasing fumbling fingers with her tongue, when Kara whispers her answer.

"Like tell you that I love you," she says. "That I'm in love with you, and I want to be with you, and to belong to you, and to-"

Lena cuts her off with another kiss and a soft chuckle, half at Kara's earnestness and half at herself. "Dinner at six then," she says. "You wear that vest and I promise you, I'll make you mine by the end of the night."

Kara swallows hard and Lena smirks. Kara’s words are sweet, but maybe Lena's not the only one with less than innocent intentions after all. /// Thank you for the ask!

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bytheangell · 5 years

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ELLE! I have a prompt. "I never wanted for you to find out like this!" (Maybe friends to boyfriends, make it angsty, you're the angst queen lmao)

Write the Words I Can’t Speak(Read on AO3)

Magnus Bane is in love with his roommate. He isn’t sure exactly when it happened, but there’s absolutely no denying it, and if left unchecked he’s positive he’ll do something he’ll regret like admit it out loud and ruin their friendship forever. So rather than bottle his feelings up until they explode, Magnus decides to chronicle them in a notebook: a notebook with the sole purpose of writing down every moment he feels overwhelming love for Alexander Gideon Lightwood. A notebook that is quickly running out of space.

He wonders how he got here, sharing an apartment with the person he loves so much he’d do anything for: anything, including suffering in silence through feelings so intense he’s positive they’ll burn him from the inside out one day.

---

Their first year as randomly assigned roommates, Magnus wasn’t even sure he liked Alec as a friend . Alec always seemed uncomfortable around him, especially at the start of the year, and Magnus often wondered if he was simply a bit too much for the other boy who preferred to stay in or work out during his free time than go out to parties or have anything even vaguely resembling fun.

Back then, Magnus wondered if Alec had a problem with him being bisexual. He kept his relationships out of the dorm was much as possible because whenever Magnus brought dates around Alec either left, or grew very withdrawn. About halfway through their Freshman year he brought it up to Isabelle. Though she was a year younger than them she skipped a grade in High School, and started college at the same time as her older brother. She was around often enough and the two of them got along pretty well - if Alec had a problem with him he thought that Izzy might be the sort of person who would be honest with him. But when he brought it up to her halfway through their freshman year, all she did was laugh. “Why would Alec have a problem with you being bi when he’s--” but she cut off abruptly and frowned. “Listen, he doesn’t have a problem with that, I promise.”

All that did was leave Magnus with the fear that, if it wasn’t that , it was just something about his personality that Alec hated. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something keeping them from being better friends.

Izzy must’ve said something to Alexander, because the next day Alec nervously approached him about it, apologizing profusely for ever giving him the impression that he had a problem with Magnus’ sexuality. He swore up and down that it was nothing like that. In fact, he didn’t have a problem with anything about Magnus. None of that explained the way he acted the first half of the year they were roommates, but ever since they cleared the air that day things between them grew infinitely easier.

Perhaps a bit too easy.

Once Magnus didn’t feel like he had to hide around Alec, once they both relaxed into themselves around one another, they fit together like they were made for one another. It was a gradual shift, from roommates to friends. Magnus spent more nights in watching movies with Alec. Alec occasionally went out with him to a party now and again, especially when their friend Simon’s band played.

The summer after that first year, Magnus missed seeing Alec every day much more than he thought he would. They would text pretty regularly, and FaceTime at least once a week, but it never felt like enough. When they came back Sophomore year they were inseparable, the transition from friends to best friends undeniable. Once or twice Magnus thought he caught something there between them - something more . A look, a lingering touch, usually at a party after a few drinks or during walks home from downtown on the weekends. But it always ended with Alec quickly saying something to fill the silence or physically distancing himself, and Magnus could take a hint. It was just a silly crush, he told himself. He’d get over it.

Except he didn’t. He dated on and off, but none of them were the person he wanted to spend his time with the most. Most of the relationships didn’t last very long, and even more didn’t manage to reach the ‘relationship’ stage at all, stuck on one night stands or friends-with-benefits. His best friend held his heart, and once Magnus found he couldn’t deny that simple fact to himself any longer he almost told him on more than one occasion. He almost ruined everything too many times to be comfortable with.

That’s when he got the idea for the notebook. It remained unmarked, and he strategically left the first handful of pages blank. He made the first entry their sophomore year while Alec slept in his twin bed, legs hanging over the edge, mere feet away from where Magnus sat at his standard-issue wooden desk and began to write. 1. I cannot believe how adorable his snoring is. I almost can’t fall asleep without it anymore.

He looks so peaceful like this, and I hope he could feel this sort of serenity for the rest of his life.

He closed the notebook quickly and tucked it under several others in his desk drawer, not knowing then how many times he’d revisit it in the months to follow.

Over the summer after Sophomore year Alec came out to him as gay. Besides his sister, Magnus is the only other person he told, doing so over a tearful phone call at 1 am one night. Magnus got in his car and drove the 6 hours between them through the night just to talk in person about it. A selfish part of him hoped that maybe this changed things - that perhaps this gave him the sort of chance with Alec that he stopped hoping for long ago. But a well-meant “I don’t know what I’d do without a friend like you through all of this” brought him crashing back to reality.

Alec needed him as a friend. As a confidant. As support. And if Magnus tried to make a move and ruined that friendship, he’d never forgive himself. The moment he arrived home after the 6 hour drive back he added pages of new entries to his Alec Notebook, starting with:

He’s so strong, and so much braver than he gives himself credit for. He could take on the world if he only believed in himself half as much as I believe in him.

I wish he could see himself the way I see him. I wish he knew the way he lights up the world around him with just a smile, or a kind word. He deserves to know. I wish I could tell him.

There were smudges on some of the pages from the occasional stray teardrop, and more and more often Magnus stopped to wonder if this was hurting him more than helping.

And when he fell asleep every night for the rest of that summer, he imagined himself drifting off to the sound of Alec’s snores.

---

Alright, Magnus thinks, so perhaps he knows exactly how he got here. Now that they’re in their Junior year he and Alec share an off-campus apartment. Magnus already knows he’ll miss the sound of Alec’s snores from their shared room, as the apartment has two bedrooms, one for each of them. It also has a proper kitchen and not just a microwave in a dorm. They’re celebrating this by cooking a full three-course meal now that everything is moved in and unpacked, except Alec somehow manages to get more foot on himself than in the mixing bowl.

Magnus laughs as he reaches up to pull a stray sprig of parsley from his hair, and their eyes lock as Magnus’ fingers catch in the slight curls. Magnus freezes, the smile straining on his face but not leaving, even as he watches Alec’s laugh drop into a look of mild mortification before he can control it to something more neutral. Magnus keeps the smile on his face as he excuses himself to the bathroom, allowing his heart to break in private for a minute or two before having to face Alec again. When he comes back out the mood shifts, and it’s all his fault. He can barely enjoy their dinner full of small talk about classes and the goddamn weather .

He needs to stop this.

Magnus withdraws, trying not to show any unnecessarily affection towards Alec so that he won’t notice again. If he can’t stop the feelings he can at least be less obvious about them. Except Alec notices that , and one day while Magnus is going out of his way to avoid him (because he’s growing stubble now and it’s so goddamn attractive when he smiles and the hairs pull around the curve of his lips and--) Alec asks him what he did to make him mad at him.

“Nothing,” Magnus says. “I’m not mad at you.” He sighs, muttering under his breath as he walks away. “I could never be mad at you. That’s the problem.”

But after that Alec pulls away, too. They have their moments, and they’re never unfriendly towards one another, but something changes after that first night. In the weeks that follow it feels like every time Magnus is home, Alec has somewhere to be. Classes. Work. Nights spent over at Izzy’s. He doesn’t fault him for any of it - all it took was one slip-up to ruin everything and he only has himself to blame.

They’re a month into the semester when Magnus gets a call on his way home from class.

“Magnus? So, uh, good news and bad news. Bad news, a pipe burst on the floor above us. Good news, we’re covered to replace anything damaged. But I think a lot of your books got damaged, the worst of the leak was in your room.”

“Of course it was.”

“I”m going to see what I can salvage - I know you hand-write all your notes in class. Hopefully some of them are still readable.”

Magnus can tell from the tone of Alec’s voice that it’s probably a lost cause, but he’s trying. “Thanks. I’ll be back in a few to help.”

It isn’t until he hangs up and walks another two blocks that the realization hits him that Alec is about to go through his desk.

His notebooks .

He tries to call him back but there’s no answer. Magnus breaks into a run, sprinting the rest of the way back to the apartment as fast as he can.

It isn’t fast enough.

Magnus freezes in the doorway of his room at the sight of Alec, sitting in the middle of a pile of water damaged books and papers, with a notebook in his hands. The notebook. When Alec looks up his eyes are wide, and a look of guilt passes over his features immediately.

“I didn’t mean to-- I was just seeing what wasn’t too damaged to still read, and-”

“Fuck.”

“Magnus, I-”

“Fuck!” Magnus feels like his entire world is crumbling around him. “I never wanted for you to find out like this!” His voice is shaking. “I never wanted you to find out at all. That was the whole fucking point.”

“It’s fine! Magnus, listen-”

“It isn’t fine. I’m so sorry, Alexander.” Even as he says it he’s backing out of the room. He can’t be here. He can’t do this. “I’m sorry.” He repeats before turning and leaving the apartment just as quickly as he ran in.

Magnus ignores his phone when it rings in his pocket, as well as the subsequent buzzing of several text messages. He makes it three blocks before Alec catches up to him.

“Magnus, stop . Please.”

Magnus stops walking, but he doesn’t turn around. It doesn’t matter, because when Alec catches up to him he circles around to face him.

“That notebook… those weren’t all about…”

“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you? Yes. They were about you. They were all about you. I thought if I wrote it all down I wouldn’t do something stupid like say any of it out loud, or want to sit too close when we watch movies, or-”

“-almost stop to play with my hair while we cook?” Alec finishes for him.

Magnus winces. “You trusted me to be there for you as a friend. Now I ruined it.”

Alec falls quiet, before offering slowly: “...and what if I want you here as more than a friend?”

“What?” “I don’t have anything quite as impressive as a notebook full of reasons I like you, but I’m sure I could if you give me a few days. I’m a fast writer.”

“Alec, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I like you, too. I was trying to say that back in the comfort of our apartment instead of out on the street in front of a bunch of strangers, but you really didn’t leave me a lot of options.” Alec glances around them but remains resolved.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Magnus can’t quite believe this is actually happening.

“Why didn’t you?” Alec counters.

They both fall silent at that. After a few moments the nervousness fades, replaced by the start of a smile on Alec’s face that Magnus mirrors, heartbeat pounding in his chest.

“So now what?” Magnus asks once he trusts his voice again.

“First we should probably deal with the water damage,” Alec reluctantly suggests. “But then dinner… maybe a movie?”

Magnus imagines all the times he wanted to curl up on the sofa around Alec, sharing popcorn under a blanket. He imagines dinner at their table with a candle lit between glasses of wine. He imagines everything he tried so hard to keep himself from wanting the past two years, all suddenly within his reach.

“I’d like that.”Alec laces their fingers together as they turn to head back to the apartment - back home . And just maybe, Magnus continues to hope, he might get to fall asleep to the sound of Alec’s snores again sometime soon.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shfanficnexus #I LOVED THIS PROMPT SO MUCH #sorry it took me a billion years to get to #but I really hope you like it!#elle writes a few deadbeat lines #wirtanzenimregen #ask rune

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