#i have no idea what other tags to use since he doesnt have a lastname and this fandom is nonexistant

[abbygladwell]

"are you wearing my hoodie?" ✈︎ magnus

synopsis: magnus's crew are laying low near your place, giving your boyfriend a chance to spend some time with you.

warnings: kissing, light making out

author's note: i watched this movie and immediately needed fanfics. i found exactly one so im doing it myself now! @agustdowney @spineless-spino tagging because i saw you both asking for magnus fics <3

waking up without your boyfriend by your side had already disoriented you a bit—though not quite enough to draw you out of the warm covers at 6am after staying up a majority of the previous night—but what finally pushes you out of bed is the growing loudness of the cacophony of noises down the hallway, and a sudden bout of cheers.

you groan as the cold air hits your previously comfortably cushioned skin, and through squinted eyes you throw on the nearest—and warmest—article of clothing your hands find, and shuffle out the bedroom door.

the lights in the hallway are off, granting you a moment in the dim illumination to adjust your eyes to the day—and you make your way through to where you can see the lights down the hall are on.

you reach the small living room of your apartment, and are met with the sit of magnus kneeling in front of a box on the small coffee table surrounded by the odd discarded boardgame piece, loose papers, and some sort of mechanical piece you don't recognise—being held up victoriously.

you try to mumble out something between a 'good morning' and 'what are you doing?' from the doorway, but you're pretty sure all that comes out is a drowsy grumble.

either way, magnus jumps up quickly, spinning around to show you his wide grin—that seems to grow impossibly bright along with his eyes when they lay on you.

he calls out your name with an excited gesture to the weird metal thing in his hand, but all you can reply with is a confused frown.

realisation flickers across his face, and he sets the item down on the table in favour of walking towards you with open arms.

"i left it here last time around!"

you nod vaguely understandingly—it's still barely morning, and you're pretty sure he won't take it too personally if with eyes half-open you can't find it in yourself to be too invested in his weird misplaced thingamabob.

magnus's hands find your arms to tug you into a hug like he always does, and you relax into his hold with a smile tucked into his shoulder.

after a moment of rocking back and forth, he pulls away—far too soon, in your opinion—to happily meet your eyes again.

"how are you?" you mumble, drawing out the inevitable (knowing you'll need to get ready for the day soon, and he'll probably have to leave by the time you're done).

his hands find yours, "good," his smile is unwavering as he nods. though—and you're only bold enough to make this assumption because he's told you so directly before—you think he might just be this happy because he's close to you right now.

you finally sigh after another few breaths pass, ready to bid him a pre-emptive goodbye for the foreseeable future, when he beats you to it.

"are you wearing my hoodie?"

the question catches you off guard, and the surprise has your eyes blinking quickly, joined by a small frown.

"oh-?" you glance down, and find you in fact are wearing one of magnus's nondescript grey hoodies—you must have blindly grabbed it when you were tumbling out of bed.

"i guess i am," you mutter bashfully, averting your gaze in the slightest embarrassment—especially at the notion that he might be bothered by you 'stealing' his own clothes.

but then, you suddenly feel the warm tickle of breath fanning gently across your face, and you look up from your feet to see your boyfriend leaning just an inch closer to you.

your mind both fully wakes up then proceeds to short-circuit at the closeness, and with your brain's logical functioning gone, the only thing holding you together—your heart—is now beating like the pitter-patter of rain as you notice the sheer adoring look painted across his features.

"you're wearing my hoodie," he repeats, voice now giddy—and you wonder how with such close-contact he isn't a flustered mess too.

you swallow heavily, and give a miniscule nod, as if a movement any bigger might bring your faces infuriatingly closer.

his grin widens, hands grazing up your arms.

he finally says again, "you are," like he can't believe it.

you're just about ready to break through the haze to make a joke about his repetitiveness, when your words a flung from your tongue to be replaced by a yelp, as his lips fly towards yours.

it's not neat by any means, when magnus's lips catch yours—he's got a smile stuck on his face while your own is also starting to peak through, and he seems far more invested in just holding you as close as possible instead of remembering there's actually a bit more to kissing than just squishing your mouths together.

he's not at all discouraged though, and you feel an arm snake around to the small of your back, while the other finds your cheek to hold you impossibly closer to his lips—that are, however slowly but surely, starting to glide against yours in what's steadily becoming a proper kiss.

his smile softens to your touch, finally letting your lips catch on each other like they usually do, and letting you indulge yourself without the threat of him bursting into giggles at any moment (though the risk is never null).

your body is alight with a warmth sprouting from every place his body meets yours, and it spreads through you; your own hands making contact with the back of his neck and the wrist that holds your own face as the kiss deepens.

you feel the soft vibration of a pleased hum, and your heartbeat quickens ever faster. but then, a sudden cold hand slipped under the fabric of your—well, his—hoodie draws a surprised gasp that parts your lips from his.

it's like he was anticipating your exact reaction, though, as he wastes no time in pecking your lips once more, and then in a flash ducking to the crook of your neck.

this new contact draws another gasp from you—though a decidedly less stunned one—and you instinctively curl further into your boyfriend's hold as he dusts feather-light kisses along exposed skin of your neck.

you're pretty sure he's mumbling something into your skin, but half from the low volume and half from the fog slowly overtaking your mind, his words are completely indiscernible—you hope he's not whispering something that's actually important like he sometimes does when he knows you can't hear him.

the pecks trail up, closer to your ear and nearing your pulse-point. you're trying to keep your focus just enough to figure out what he's saying, when the bubble around the two of you suddenly pops at a sound buzzing through the air.

you frown, but magnus doesn't seem to notice it—or he just doesn't care enough to separate from you, which wouldn't be a first—as his lips reach your jawline, and show no sign of stopping there.

you're just about to let yourself ignore the sound in favour of knowing his lips are about to meet yours again, when the sound doesn't stop.

you internally groan, and lightly tug at the collar of magnus's shirt.

"do you hear that?"

he's reluctant to pull away, and you can see it clearly in the twinkling of his confused eyes when they meet yours that all he wants is to dive back towards you—but now that he's leaned far enough away for your head to start to clear, you recognise the sound.

your head tilts, "i think your phone's ringing."

his slight impatience deepens with a frown when he glances down at his pocket as if looking at it long enough might silence the phone inside.

when it doesn't, and you nod to it—letting him know he should just answer it, and that he won't be getting away with just ignoring it—he finally reaches in.

the recognition in his eyes is unmistakable, as is the slight restlessness that follows as he's swift to decline the call and reach for your hand.

"it's no one," he tries to coax you closer to him again, "where were we?"

but you're not oblivious, and you just light-heartedly cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.

"it was cyrus, wasn't it."

he bites his lip, and is much worse at hiding the obvious than he appears to think he is.

"what? who? of course not!"

you glance at the clock across the living room, and are met with the face showing you a time that your boyfriend would usually have left before by now.

"you should be there already," you don't know the full extent of what he does 100% of the time—you're not entirely in the dark about his less-than-legal endeavours, but it's not like he tells you the entirety of his crew's plans—but you do know in a job like his running late isn't exactly an option.

"kind of," he shrugs and tries to fool you with a smile, "but not really!"

your own endeared smile betrays your assertive demeanour, but you're not letting him win that easy.

"if you stay i'm not kissing you," which honestly isn't entirely true, you'd probably give in eventually, but you're trying to be steadfast and convincing right now.

he thinks about this for a moment, and you think you really should be commended for not falling into the arms of the most perfect man in the world right then and there, when he finally replies, "okay! but i still get to hold your hand."

you hope your eyeroll masks the giddy grin you're biting down as you lightly push at his shoulders towards the front door, and walk to his weird item still sat on the coffee table.

"you're going, now. what would cyrus say if you told him you missed a heist because we were too busy kissing?"

you pass him the item, and he's still looking at you with adoring eyes that try to convince you to let him stay as he says, "he wouldn't mind," but he's dutifully started to make his way to the door.

"uh huh," you smile amusedly, and wave to him once his hand is finally on the doorknob, "see you."

he waves back too, as he steps through the threshold, and just as you're taking a relieved breath—his head ducks back in, and he blows you a kiss with a wink.

"i love you," he grins.

you don't hesitate to call back, "i love you too!" and you don't even try to suppress your adoring smile that stays minutes after he's closed the door behind him.

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