#iknowesurefire

[itsallavengers]

47+96 stevetony 👀

47- ‘you’re cute when you’re angry and 96- well, that’s just great

“No, but don’t you understand?! I’ve been going to see movies for that franchise for years! I bought all the toys! The posters! Watched all the interviews! I know Luke Skywalker better than I know my own father and- and to say that he would just run away rather than face his mistakes is- is-” Tony flailed his arms wildly in the street and then turned back to Steve, looking imploring, “you get it, right? You get that was stupid? I can’t believe I paid genuine taxpayer dollars to go watch Luke jump around his stupid island for three goddamn hours-”

“It wasn’t three hours, Tony-”

“It might as well have been!” Tony yelled, and Steve watched him go off on another tangent; breath freezing in the air every time he exhaled and hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head in exasperation. He was doing the thing where he wrinkled his nose in distaste, and Steve couldn’t help but smile a little dopily down at his husband as he gesticulated into the empty street about how terrible the space wars were.

Tony stopped halfway through and then turned to Steve, who realized he probably should have at least tried to contribute something about five minutes ago. “What are you looking at, Rogers?” He asked warily.

Steve just chuckled, curling a hand around his waist and pulling him in close. “You’re cute when you’re angry,” he murmured, kissing the crease that was running through Tony’s nose lightly.

He heard the exasperated sigh. “That’s what you focus on? I just watched my childhood get ruined in front of my own two eyes and that’s what you’re interested in? Well, this is just gr-”

Steve leaned in and kissed him before he could ramble any further, and it was made messy by his smile, but who the fuck cared, really? They’d had worse- should’ve seen Tony’s first attempt at kissing him, he was so nervous he ended up missing Steve’s face entirely. Good times.

“Guess I’ll just have to vent on Twitter, then,” Tony mumbled grumpily, hands turning to their rightful place in between Steve’s own as he tucked himself into Steve’s side and nipped lightly at his bottom lip. 

“You can talk about the Space Wars to me, I don’t mind-”

“I’m never going to talk to you at all if you continue to call them by that ridiculous name-”

“What, because Star Wars is any better? It’s all ridiculous, Tony.”

“Okay, so are you gunning for a divorce here, or do you just feel like switching up your nightly routine and sleeping on the couch?”

“Darling-”

“Don’t ‘darling’ me, I’ve just been through a traumatic experience-”

Steve just sighed. 

[murphysannie]

malec +83 congrats on the followers and happy holidays👀❤

malec + 83 was prompted already (read it here) so the new picks were 60 or 91. i hope you like it!!

follower milestone & happy holidays fic giveaway - want one?

magnus and alec + “happy birthday” and “i hope you like it”

“Alec.”

Alec startled, the pen in his hand skidding across the paper in front of him, leaving a jet black trail.

“Sorry?” he asked. Magnus narrowed his eyes and then held up the two shirts on hangers he had with him.

“I asked which one you prefer,” he said.

Alec glanced at both of them, licking his lips. “Blue.”

Magnus tilted his head and turned to head back into their bedroom, then paused with one foot over the threshold and looked back at Alec.

“Alexander,” he said in a measured tone, “if you’re thinking about tomorrow —”

Alec shook his head, trying to look as if he hadn’t thought about Magnus’ birthday tomorrow at all.

Magnus pursed his lips. “Because when you’ve had as many birthdays as I have, you —”

“— start to celebrate them differently, I know,” Alec finished. He gestured to his notepad, which was full of doodles he’d made while he went over his plans for Magnus’ birthday. “This is just…” He cleared his throat. “Stuff. For the — cabinet meeting on Monday.”

From Magnus’ expression, Alec could tell Magnus wasn’t buying the lie for one second, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Even though Magnus was right that he didn’t mark his life out in years, but decades — even centuries — it wasn’t going to stop Alec from spoiling him, and they both knew it.

Magnus just gave him a look and bustled back into their bedroom to get changed.

It was different, this year, too. It was Magnus’ first birthday since Alec had become immortal, so Alec wanted to give him something special to mark it. 

He’d come up with the idea of a scrapbooked photo album, one he spent hours putting together with as many photos of them as he could find. Something tangible, something that lent weight to how far they’d come together — and how many adventures they still had to go.

The morning of Magnus’ birthday was crisp and bright, and it was a few hours before either of them ventured out of the warmth and comfort of their bed. Alec got up to make them coffee and grab Magnus’ presents, then hurried back as quickly as he could.

They settled in under the covers again while Magnus opened his presents. Alec handed him the album with a smile.

“Happy four hundred and —”

“Don’t remind me,” Magnus said hurriedly, though he was smiling, too. Alec just laughed and rolled his eyes fondly.

“Happy birthday, then,” Alec amended. “I always did like an older man.”

Magnus’ eyes lit up with barely concealed glee and he laughed as his hands brushed along the sides of the gift.

“I’m very glad you didn’t say ‘an old man’, Alexander,” he mused, slipping an elegant finger through the tape on one end.

“I hope you like it,” Alec said, just as Magnus pulled the album out of the paper.

Magnus’ lips parted and his expression grew soft. On the front of the album, their names were embossed in gold, and Magnus opened it with trembling fingers. He turned each page carefully, smiling and laughing at the photos, looking incredibly touched.

“Oh,” he said, when he was a few pages in. The photos stopped there, and Magnus looked at Alec with a knowing, loving smile.

“Blank pages,” Magnus said, smile growing wider. He reached out and took Alec’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “You got bored, didn’t you?”

“You caught me,” Alec teased. He leant over and kissed Magnus, his smile melting from playful to sincere. “We have an eternity together,” Alec went on, voice quiet but bursting with happiness, and Magnus’ own smile grew, “and we’ve only just begun.”

[wickanderhalovar]

21 with thunderblink👀 (also love the way u write btw *screams*)

(Thank you soooo much! Takes place sometime between 1x06 and 1x10)

She didn’t usually do this. But it was just too damn easy. There was rarely a private moment at the Underground, so she would take what she could get when she could get it.

John was alone in Sage’s usual place. Mutants milled about, trying to find food, to find blankets, to get some exercise. Clarice slipped through the crowds and popped her head into the cage-like room, wrapping her fingers around one of the bars at the entrance.

“Hey,” she said softly. She had no chance of startling him, but she was happy about being able to drag his attention away from the screens.

“Hey,” he replied, turning in the chair. “You okay?”

It’d been a rough couple of weeks for everyone. “Yeah. Does something always have to be wrong for me to talk to you?” she asked. She made her way to the table in front of him and leaned against the tabletop, blocking his view of two of the screens.

“No, I guess not.” He sat back, the seat dipping toward the floor. “What’s up?”

She shrugged a slender shoulder. “I’m itching to…go somewhere. I know there’s a lot of heat on us but I’m just…”

“I know the feeling.”

“You do?”

“Cabin fever sort of thing. It sucks having to stay in one place so long.”

“Exactly.”

“I imagine especially for you.”

She half-laughed. “I guess so.” She glanced up and then pushed herself away from the table. John heard Sonya’s voice floating through the air and didn’t have time to even react before Clarice leaned down and kissed him full on the lips.

She straightened up and gave him a small, satisfied smile. “See you later.” And then she was gone.

John watched her leave and his eyes focused on the soft, pink figure of Sonya nearby. He heaved a sigh.

And then he woke up.

Lying alone in bed in the wee hours of the morning, his arms shoved under his pillow, a thin sheet the only covers. He blinked and slowly processed the dream. His mild swear was muffled by the pillow.

[kindaresilient]

iknowesurefire-->kindaresilient

for anyone who cares, i changed usernames 

[hollanthropologist]

31 + malec :)

hiyah! Here’s a little Malec pining au! (I know so meta heheh)

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.” (31)

Thinkharder. Fingers prickle. Until the arsenic taste dissipates, the memory of you a brief respite.

Thenambivalence filters down layer bylayer, sickly.

Essentially choking, as if the only real face these hands hold is yours, as if your lips are an oxygen tank. Suffocating is so much worsewhen your own hands are around your own neck.

[lecrit]

Hello! I hope you're good :) I was wonderin, Why are your plots so good. Why, tell me. Im not even a harry potter fan and I'm enjoying the shit out of the children of Merlin. Tell me you're planning to continue (is okay if u don't, is me being an over dramatic) but really, so, so good. 10000/10 would read, recommend.

I am definitely planning to continue it, it’s just that life is a bit hectic lately.

Thank you so much <3

[bussanbaby]

Europe sounds beautiful! I'm dying to go there, my brother lives in Spain. Also, good morning! (Here) and good afternoon (there, right?) 👀❤ what about you? What's your favorite aspect of your culture?

Early-ish afternoon, yeah! Good day to you~

Well, I’m not really that patriotic/fond of my country, since it’s a bit ass-backwards in many ways, but the land itself is beautiful - my home is about a stone’s throw from the largest european primeval forest that’s still left, where i live trees are everywhere you look, it’s green and lovely, full of nature and if you’re lucky you get to see wild animals just in the open. 

I also love the language! I believe it’s in the top three hardest languages in the entire world, so i’m glad to be able to speak it well, if i do get to toot my own horn hah

[ketzwrites]

Not sure if its unppopular, but I don't like to think that Magnus does not have any scars or marks on his skin. The way fics describe his skin is always "smoothless". I think it takes the human part, at least one aspect

yeah, it does. I mean, Harry has scars on his face from acne, I think, and he is literally Harry Shum Jr., that handsome asshole, so we don’t really need to have Magnus have perfectly clear skin. He is already too much as it is, do people want him to turn everything he touches into gold as well?