#jimon fanfiction

[constantfluxx]

Interstellar, Ch 16: Everglow

"I think it’ll be safer to set up one of our holding cells for the test. We minimize the risk to Mundanes, and if anything goes wrong that has us opening up a demon portal or something it’ll be in a controlled area flanked by plenty of Shadowhunters to deal with it.” Izzy snickered. “Guess my brother’s on board after all!” She gave him a playful pat of his shoulder on her way towards the main elevators. “I’ll go get a cell set up for the test. Text you when I’m done?” “Likewise,” he replied with a nod, moving to one of the armament panels lining the Institute’s control room. As he retrieved a bow and fresh quiver of arrows, he grumbled, “Let’s go catch us a Ravener.” “‘Catch’?” Alec’s eyes widened. Alarmed, he swirled around to intersect what he knew would be an at-best awkward situation— —but the other Izzy already had her bracer leveled between his mother’s eyes, lips pursed so tightly they’d nearly turned white. Beside her, Magnus’ arm mirrored hers, though his sported a split hand to expose an embedded blaster humming with swelling energy. An intense, yellow glow consumed his eyes, though it remained clear they focused upon a small, blue dot the other Izzy’s bracer projected upon Maryse’s brow. “Isabelle?” Maryse was murmuring, hands raised and anxious gaze fixated upon the bizarre and unsettling version of Magnus staring her down. “What’s going on?!”

Read the rest on AO3.

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters tv #malec #clace #climon #jimon #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Simon Lewis #Maryse Lightwood #Starset #writing #fanfiction #ao3 #fluxx fics #series: cryo crash #cryo crash: interstellar #cyberpunk #au #When Worlds Collide

[therotatedsock]

people fighting whether they are team guy 1 or team guy 2 in a love triangle:

me who ships them together (✨enemies to lovers style ✨): my goals are beyond your understanding 💅

#jimon #drarry #fanfiction #in the first chapter they're like haha he hates me #then by the 20th chapter they're like oh no he hates me #ngl it's VERY fun to see them eat thier words

[siavahdainthemoon]

Lyric: City of Knives has been updated!

Summary:  Someone is murdering Downworlder children, the Clave’s Inquisitor wants Jace stripped of his runes, and the Spiral Court of the warlocks is descending on New York. But Simon has bigger problems. A month ago he opened the Pandora’s box in his soul to save Jace’s life; now it won’t close, and the darkness he set free is starting to take him over. With demons flocking to the city and his mind coming apart at the seams, Simon is going to need his friends more than ever.

Because the descent into Hell is easy. It’s getting out alive that’s the hard part.

The world buckles and shudders, echoes and reverberates with the Lyric a foolish Nephilim didn’t know better than to ask for.

Read it on ao3!

#ruining you with Runed #City of Knives #my writing #otp: jimon #f: shadowhunters #jace x simon #fanfiction #jimon #malec #otp: malec

[malecdiscordserver]

Happy Holidays, ShadowFam!

As we near the end of 2022, we wanted to celebrate the amazing content that Magic Word People gift us each year. How do we do that? By counting down the 12 Days of Fic-mas!

From December 26th to January 6th, follow the prompts below to rec your favorite fics from this year! Let's show our fandom writers just how much we appreciate each and every story they give to us.

#shadowhunters #mdsevent #malec #fanfiction #jimon #clizzy #alec lightwood #magnus bane #sh fanfic #malec fanfic #Clace #Jace wayland #clary fray #Isabelle lightwood #Simon Lewis #fic rec #sh fic rec

[crazychicke]

You aren’t the only one that ships Jimone and yes, please write more . There isn’t enough Jimone fiction 😭

omg thank you, I have one idea that I might explore soon, stay tuned!

#crazychicke #replied #livsbaker #fanfics #jimone #withdrawrals #all american fanfiction

[c3l3stialslut]

Just realised the fucking link doesn't work

Not that anyone but my gf is reading this anyway but my fic is called 'I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying' by whiskeytears on ao3

#jimon #yeah #fanfiction #ao3 writer

[dil-ibaadat]

Hello. Just curious how chapter 3 of Dowry is coming along and when to look for it. I’ve been really sad about recent Kanthony news (possibly no s3 subplot, no Emmy noms for Jimone) and need my comfort fic more than ever lol :(

aiming to have it posted by this weekend! a return to kate pov, my beloved :D.

i'm sorry you're feeling down about kanthony!

this may not be what you want to hear, but bridgerton isn't exactly the type of content emmy voters look for when nominating their favorite shows. it's frilly froth meant to entertain, nothing more, and this season's story was frankly an incoherent mess saved solely by the chemistry and performances of the two leads. in my humble opinion, it was really engaging, but it wasn't good television, at least not in the classical sense.

now, personally, i think JB did a fantastic job and deserved a nod, but it was a stacked board this season. i mean, succession won 7/12 nominations allotted for guest actors in drama series and a total of 25 nominations overall. that's insane (well, well-deserved, it's a beast of a show, but still). they clearly have their preferences.

but here's the thing: emmy nominations are not the final arbiters of taste. these guys nominated TBBT for YEARS (a show whose writers routinely relied on casual misogyny and jim parsons rattling off the periodic table for laughs) and paid dust to brooklyn 99, bojack horseman, the wire, the office, freaks and geeks (OK, it only ran for a season, but it was a brilliant fucking season, alright?), etc, etc.

so don't feel guilty for liking something because it's not as "highbrow" or critically acclaimed as shows touted in variety or the a.v. club. bridgerton's failure to garner many nominations is nothing but a reflection of the fact that emmy voters simply didn't like the show enough to nominate it. that's it. but for the general audience, season 2 was of major interest! we can see that looking at netflix's streaming stats. in sum, the show is not in danger of being canceled, we will still see bits and bobs of kanthony in the future (even if JB books new shows, as he should), and your favorite actors will go on to have great careers in which you'll have plentiful opportunity to see them on the screen to your heart's content. not having emmy noms is not a big deal, especially for show of bridgerton's caliber and appeal.

and, another, very, very humble opinion of mine:

in my experience, if a show is visually and technically perfect, i won't be motivated to write for it. because the story is finished. it was emotionally satisfying, it was done well. i'm the breed of writer who writes out of rage, who views fanfic as the ultimate 'fuck you' letter to the production of a show that has lost its way. i did not like season 2 - it had some great elements, but overall, the story for me felt unfinished. that's why i'm in the fandom, to read and write about kanthony getting the ending and character development they deserve. a lot of these highbrow shows that have been nominated will more often than not have a different type of fandom, one where fans are more likely to engage in iterative activities (what was your favorite episode, rank your favorite characters, etc.) as compared to transformative activities (as in rage-writing fix-it fanfiction). in my view, season 2's terrible creative decisions did result in a lot of fan engagement with kanthony as a ship. the lack of good content and desire for more is what prompts creators to create. that's a good thing!

imo, we've got a fantastic fictional couple, amazing fans, brilliant writers in the fandom, and enough spite to keep us churning out content for YEARS. so don't worry yet about the kanthony well drying up. we're doing just fine.

i hope this rant makes you feel somewhat better, anon. clearly, i had some feelings to get out as well. :D

#anon #my fic #bridgerton

[duralex0sedlex]

Jace&Simon Bromance Post-Finale Stories

Simon tries to help Jace with his grieving. Lots of softness, friendship and caring.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1650766

#shadowhunters #jimon #Jace Wayland #Jace Herondale #Simon Lewis #fanfiction #jimon relationship #jimon fanfiction #sh fanfiction

[arcane-ramblings]

alec + simon friendship part two

part one

instead of a list here’s a head canon

After Magnus returned from a long day away dealing with clients after recently regaining his magic- and title as the high warlock - alec met magnus in the hall way in the institute with a welcoming hug. Both of them has closed eyes and were pulling the other man close, it was blatant how much they missed this feeling of being together.

However, Robert Lightwood had made a visit to the institute that day to inquire about a recently closed case, and he did not miss the hug between his son and the warlock. He is the only one who cared. Alec was working in his office later that evening and his father paid him a quick visit.

“Alec, you know i care for you. I’ve always wanted what’s best. Even if we don’t see eye to eye, or agree, all of my discouraging has come from a place of concern.” Robert explained as he sat across alec, the desk inbetween them. Alec slowly inhaled and calmed himself down before replying.

“Yes, dad, i know. I appreciate that, but...none of your ‘discouraging,’ is going to change-“

“No, no. i know. I can’t change you and magnus, you’re in love. I know...but...you are in a high position now, a lot of people watch you...you have the lightwood name on your shoulders. Love who you want to, but to do so publicly is not the best idea. Be proud quietly, be proud in your own home. Is work the place to do that?” Robert asked, Alec begun to talk as Simon walked in with two coffees in hand and he stopped.

“should i come back-“

“no. im heading back to Idris now. i’ll see you soon, son.” Robert replied, dismissing simon and showing his blatant dislike for the boy, and clapping alec on the shoulder before leaving.

as soon as the door closed simon sat down and handed alec the other coffee. “What was that?” Simon inquired, and alec sat forward and calmly explained what happened.

-

twenty six minutes later and Simon is still ranting about what an idiot Robert is, Alec feels better and is enjoying his coffee as he watches simons hands wave through the air as he denounces every thing that came out of Roberts mouth. He finishes his rant with, “and what does that even mean? ‘Don’t be prideful at work’? He used to walk in here, hand in hand with your mom, he was prideful about being a heterosexual and he was cheating! what kind of- no offense to your dad- but what kind of backwards stupid logic?! Alec... i know he cares and is trying to come from a good place but that reasoning just...doesn’t help.” Simon got out and alec nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, i know.” he said smiling and him and simon started talking about something else.

The next morning Clary rushes into Alec’s office, one of the five people that never ever knock, and she came to inquire about the patrol schedule. “Hey Alec-“ she begun but stopped. She did not find Alec in his office because he was at the loft with Magnus still, she did find simon sitting on jace’s shoulders to secure little gay pride flags to the top of the book case. they all stopped and clary met simons’ eyes, and then jaces’.

“robert said a mean thing so now we’re making sure pride cannot escape the workplace. It’s subtle and still adult.” Simon provided and she nodded, “need help?” she asked, and her heart melted at the framed picture of alec and magnus now on the desk.

17 minutes later and simon gets this text from magnus

“I LOVE ALEC’S OFFICE. thank you.”

#shadowhunters season 3 #shadowhunters incorrect quotes #shadowhunters spoilers #shadowhunters headcanon #jimon angst #jimon headcanon #jimon au #jimon fluff #jimon fic #jimon fanfiction #malec fluff #malec headcanon #malec fic #malec gif #malec fandom #alec lightwood imagine #lightwood family #jewish simon #simon lewis headcanon #simon lewis imagine #magnus and simon #simon and alec #clary fray #magnus bane #alec x magnus #jace herondale imagine #jace x simon #jace and alec #save shadowhunters #robert lightwood

[loricreader]

Jimon- Nerds

Simon was so excited for comic con. Around him where people dressed like their favorite characters, it was so cool! Simon was dressed like Bucky from the marvel universe. He had grown out his hair so he would look like Bucky. All his friends had decided to go as marvel characters but no one knew what the others were dressed as. The goal was to try and find each other in the mobs of people. Simon was determined to find at least one of his friends. Normally it would be easy to find Clary with her bright orange hair but who knows, she could be wearing a wig.

After a few hours Simon had visited most of what he wanted to and he had still not found any of his friends. He decided he would take a break and go to a near by coffee shop. As soon as he walked in the door he spotted them. Sitting at one of the tables were his friends. Clary was dressed as black widow, Alec was dressed as Loki, Izzy as Wonder women( wrong unviserse but at least she tried) and Magnus as mush more sparky version of the iron man suit.

Simon marched over to them. "Have you guys been here the whole time?" He asked

"Of course not, we just gave up because we couldn't find you or Jace." Whoops, Simon had forgotten about Jace, I wonder what he was dressed as?

He put over a chair and popped down into it. "I gave up because I couldn't find any of you but I guess that's because you guys weren't even there." They all let out a laugh.

Simon's phone buzzed. Jace was texting him.

Did you find any of them yet?

Kind of

???

They gave up and went to the coffee shop a few doors down

Thanks for the heads up, would've spent my whole days looking for them

Simon set his phone back on the table. His friends were laughing at something but he could help but wonder what Jace was dressed as. He didn't have to wait to long to find out.

The bell ringed as the door opened. In stepped Captain America. It looked so real that Simon's breath caught in his throat. That couldn't be Jace but at the same time, Simon knew it was.

"Would you look at that, Captain and Bucky together again."

#jimon friendship #jimon #jimon fanfiction #jimon fics #pick up shadowhunters #save shadowhunters #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments

[malectookovermylife]

Great idea

OK so recently I listened to a cover of one more night by maroon 5. It suddenly clicked in my head that this song is the perfect jimon track. Someone with more skills than me should make a fan video maybe even a fanfic based off the song, someone tell me if one already has been made anyone agree with me love to hear other thoughts and opinions 😁😁

#jimon #music #fanvid #jimon fanfiction #ideas

[thehouseofgrey]

Kai Raine took on a writing challenge from @lesdemonium. A prompt a day for 25 days, a fandom advent calendar. We’ll see how this goes. 

Day 1: a greeting/introduction

“Explain to me again what’s happening here,” Alec said, swirling his glass of wine in one hand.

He and Magnus were sitting on one side of a table for four in a high end restaurant waiting for Simon Lewis, of all people. The vampire was at the very bottom of the list of people Alec wanted to be trapped in a social setting with for several hours, and he was starting to curse Magnus’ irresistible persuasion tactics. But, Magnus had brought it up in the midst of an assault of hickies on the rune on his neck a few days ago and Alec had been too keen to get on with other things to actually listen to what his half-naked boyfriend was murmuring into his skin. He’d only really caught something about “Simon’s new boyfriend” and “a double date Friday night.”

“Simon has a new boyfriend,” Magnus said, bringing Alec’s wandering mind back to the present. “He wants me to be the first to meet him apparently, even before Clary. Something about it being like a meet-the-parents, but not really cuz I’m not his parent and then he rambled a whole bunch about how he wasn’t implying I was old and something else about a stepfather. I tuned most of it out; he doesn’t know how to shut up.”

Alec nodded and sipped his wine before asking, “Yeah, but why am I here?”

“Because I refuse to sacrifice date night,” Magnus answered, kissing Alec’s cheek and intertwining their hands.

Alec hummed gratefully as he brought Magnus’ hand to his lips. Establishing regular date nights had been Alec’s idea after all: a way of making time for the the things he cared about, as Magnus had once told him he needed to do. He was glad the ritual seemed just as important to Magnus as it was to him. The few hours every week where nothing but world-shattering emergencies was allowed to interrupt them did Alec more good than he cared to admit. 

“Oh,” he heard Magnus gasp, surprised. “Well, that’s one way to do it.”

Alec followed Magnus’ line of sight and easily found what had startled him. Simon had arrived, and with him a man who looked uncannily like Jace Herondale. Alec thought at first that it was Jace, but he dismissed the notion almost immediately. He’d left him and their sister in charge of the Institute while he went out. And besides, his brother was a lot of things, but bisexual certainly wasn’t one of them. In fact, it was almost annoying sometimes, how straight Jace was.

But, as the pair came upon them, it became really hard to deny that the man with Simon was his parabatai. From the genuine horror on his face when his eyes caught Alec’s to the “oh shit” look on Simon’s, it was clear that he was an unexpected part of this evening’s equation, and that the shadowhunter was irrefutably Jace.

 Alec’s emotions went cascading into madness with the realization. His wine glass dropped out of hand and crashed to the floor.

“Jace?” he breathed, still not quite believing his eyes.

He nodded, destroying any last doubt Alec had. “I didn’t know exactly how to introduce you to this part of me, but yeah. I’m Simon’s boyfriend.”

And suddenly Alec was sure he would need something a lot stronger than wine to keep him from kicking his brother’s ass in the middle of the restaurant.

#malec #jimon #malec fanfiction #jimon fanfiction #lol i haven't written in so long so this is probably shit #fandomadventcalendar #Jace Herondale #alec lightwood #magnus bane #simon lewis #should i expand on this?

[fangirlvillian]

Oblivious Jimon

Jace: *sat on Simon's lap as he rabbits on about some vampire issues*

Simon: *pulls jace closer* I should really take a shower after those fights today

Jace: *hums and nods nuzzling his neck

Simon: *smiles seductively* you could join me, help me?

Jace: *confused puppy look* is this your first time showering?

Simon: *sighs and hides his face in jaces chest* jace...

Jace: *stares at his head and strokes his hair* what?

Simon: *raises his head and looks up at him* think about it

Jace: *realizes* oh... *he blushes* you mean?... *he stands and holds his hand out to Simon* let's go then *smirks at him

Simon: *chuckles and takes his hand standing up* my beautiful oblivious angel

#shadowhunters #jace herondale #jace wayland #jace lightwood #jace morgenstern #simon lewis #jimon #jimon fanfiction #incorrect jimon quotes #oblivious baby #aww honey #idiots in love #my boys #i ship them #flirtatious #flirtin' with disaster #he tries so hard

[spencrsreid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland, magnus bane/alec lightwood mentioned Characters: Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis, Clary Fray, Maia Roberts, Magnus Bane, alec lightwood mentioned, Elaine Lewis Additional Tags: magnus owns a coffee shop, Pansexual Simon Lewis, Bisexual Jace Wayland, Lesbian Clary Fray, mundane AU, Road Trips Summary:

The person was wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket thrown over his white shirt that was... well… very wet and very transparent. Simon could see all of the boy’s muscles and the tattoos covering his torso. His blond hair, despite the rain, was looking straight out of Vogue magazine. The whole appearance and attitude of the blonde was looking like a photoshot to be honest. When the boy opened his mouth Simon had to process the idea of talking to somebody like him.

“You need a ride?” he said with cocky smile. He didn’t appear bothered by the rain at all.

Simon stared at him for solid few seconds before pointing finger at himself and saying, “Me?”

#jimon #jace herondale #jace x simon #simon lewis #jimon fanfiction

[takaraphoenix]

66 and Jimon?

66. "Why me?"

--

Jace was aware that his boyfriend was a catch. He'd been aware of that since before the two had gotten together. After all, Simon had basically been wanted by every girl Jace knew. First he was dating Clary, then Maia, then Isabelle. All of them saw what an amazing guy Simon was. How ridiculously sexy but also incredibly cute Simon was. The goofy, dorky nature was so light-hearted and refreshing for Jace, who was only used to hardened soldiers.

Simon had died, he'd actually gone and died, but he was still so good and kind and soft that it was sometimes hard to breath for Jace when he was with Simon. Whatever he went through, he looked at the good of it all, including dying. As a vampire, he'd been much more useful, he didn't want to think about who might have gotten hurt if he hadn't become a vampire.

“That song is so sappy,” commented Maia with a soft snort, wiping down the counter.

“I guess,” Jace shrugged. “But I like it. I like the soft songs he does, they're so emotional.”

“You just like that it's about you, golden angel,” Maia snorted and rolled her eyes.

Jace paused, confused. He loved the song Golden Angel, but... Listening more closely to the lyrics, he realized that some of the flowery metaphors might be much more literal than he had thought. The golden-glow that Jace had when activating his runes. Angel, the way Shadowhunters were half-angels. Jace's cheeks flushed as he watched his boyfriend on the stage, singing sappy love-sings about him. How had Jace not noticed this himself? He listened to Simon's songs all the time.

“You might make it more public knowledge that those are about you though, because the girls flocking to Simon are getting a little handsy,” stated Maia with a jerk of her head.

Jace tore himself out of his thoughts about Simon's love-songs and instead focused on Simon, who was in the middle of getting off the stage. Three girls stood with him, giggling, one touching his upper arm. A small, sad smile spread over his lips. Jace had always known what a catch Simon was, but here, he realized just how many girls were batting their eyelashes at Simon. And it wasn't so much about the fact that they were girls, but rather that Simon generally had so many to pick from, so many who would probably be better choices. With less baggage, less complicated.

“He—ey, angelito,” Simon smiled brightly as he sat down next to Jace, pulling him close.

“Why me?” blurted Jace out before wincing. “I'm just... You really have a lot of people who'd be dying to be with you and who might be... much less... work to be with.”

“But I chose you,” Simon frowned confused, nosing Jace's temple. “I love you. Your problems and past are a part of you, Jace. And I'm not holding your trauma against you, babe.”

Jace melted against him at that, resting his forehead against the vampire's shoulder.

#Jimon #Simon Lewis #Jace Herondale #Shadowhunters #Phoe's Tumblr Drabbles #Fanfiction

[cloveroctobers]

ON MY MIND — J. Baker

Synopsis: in which you’re Damon’s cousin and run into some old friends at Bringston University!

A/N: @theshyprincess I had this idea for a little bit but I also noticed the tag so here ya go! Inspired by one of my fav queen’s Snoh Aalegra’s, “On my mind” if you want to listen while you read, listen before you read, or after, or whatever floats your boat! Basically where I borrowed the title from and how to write this.

Warnings: language ofc and mentions of suicide

+•*•+

You were born in Chicago, moved to Ohio when you were three, and then moved to California when you were ten; up until you were fourteen-fifteen and currently resided in the A. Your father was a veteran who unfortunately committed suicide in Ohio…so moving around became the norm for your family.

Everything was always temporary for you, your home life, your relationships/friendships, that’s just the way things were…so you knew it was in your best interest to never get attached. However you allowed yourself to get stupid, foolish even, and befriend some twins named Jordan and Olivia Baker. Once your mother received more money after her second husband mysteriously died, you became loaded when you didn’t come from shit to begin with. It was one of the reasons why it always made you laugh to hear your grandmother tell your mother off, she became uppity. Forgot where she came from and moved you to Beverly Hills.

The one place you didn’t want to be.

That was until you met two curly headed twins who lived across the street from you. They had a strawberry lemonade stand, the wide-eyed girl shouting out for people to get their lemonade while the boy with lanky legs and big teeth road around in circles on his scooter.

He was clearly getting on her nerves.

“Mom said you have to help me, dummy!” The girl hissed at the boy who just laughed.

“I am helping!”

“Yeah! by your head blocking the sun and your teeth blinding in with it.” She muttered.

You hadn’t realized you made your way across the street. You liked to wander and being a only child you had to find some way to find some entertainment whenever your mother wasn’t home. Out shopping was one of her favorite things to do and with you throwing a tantrum, since you did not enjoy spending hours in a store where they watched you from the moment you set foot in, or her hanging out with some new friends she met for brunch or her going on some new dates. Those were not your interests, those were her’s and that’s where you differed.

You found curiosity in other forms of the world and knew from a young age that money was the root to all evil.

“Oh shut up, fathead!”

“Booger eater!”

“That’s why your farts smell like dad’s burnt baked beans and you don’t like to take baths.”

“You’re scaring my customers away, shut up for once!” The wide eyed girl caught sight of you now but boy was determined to win this battle.

He huffed, “you must need glasses too because I don’t see anyone here.”

“Oh yeah, then who’s that?!” She pointed.

The boy glanced over his shoulder, a little surprised, “looks like it’s your only customer.”

“Our, never mind I’m the only one who does anything around here! And I’m telling mom that you suck.” She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at the tall boy who roughly wiped at his chin.

“Ew, Livvy. You spit on me!”

She quickly turned back to you waving her hands at the paper cups filled with pink and yellow ombré liquid, “Hi, customer! Want to try some special baker lemonade?”

“What makes it special?” You inquired, moving closer to the stand.

The boy snorted, “you really don’t want to know.”

“Jordan! Oh my gosh, shut up!” She screamed, making sure her voice echoed down the street, “ignore my idiot twin, but the special is a family secret. You can test it out for only $1.25!”

You searched your pockets, “I have a nickel.”

“Sold!”

“Are you kidding me?!” Jordan screeched his scooter to frown at the sudden discount.

You placed the nickel into “Livvy’s” hand who grinned, mouth full of braces as she tossed it into a open box to her left. “Pick a cup, any cup.”

And that you did.

“This…doesn’t taste like lemonade.” You answered after swallowing a couple of times, “it’s sweet.”

“Ah, you didn’t make a icky face so that means you got my serving and not Jordan’s.” Livvy stated as she leaned close to shield her mouth from Jordan who was still annoyed at the fact that they only made a nickel, “He mixed the salt and sugar together for his batch…so some of these cups taste a little different than others.”

You were thankful that you picked the good cup.

“It was a accident!”

“Was it? I think that’s why we haven’t gotten any customers since the last four because they had your stupid juice instead of my spectacular one.” Livvy rolled her eyes which made you smile, “anyways, take another if you like for free! My treat. Plus you look like you need a burst of happiness in your life.”

“The only thing you can give…”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N? Y/N here is upset stomach and diarrhea.” Jordan threw his head back in laughter as Livvy rolled up her sleeves and scrapped her metal chair back. She was ready to tussle as you grabbed another cup and took a seat in the grass, knowing this was the norm for them.

It didn’t seem to bother you as you enjoyed their strawberry lemonade. You weren’t sure how long the two twins went at it but once they settled down they ended up sitting in the grass beside you underneath the sun. They seemed a little surprised that you didn’t leave but fully introduced themselves to you with their hands out for you to shake, which you took.

They felt like the friends that you’d keep for a long time. And part of you hoped they would be. So when you first saw them at the fair at Bringston University, you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was odd to find them here, it’s just not something you ever thought about since The Baker twins became temporary to you the moment you boarded another plane across the world.

It began to feel that way once you started to drift from Jordan first. Olivia on the other hand was someone you still talked to often, over FaceTime and lots of texts. You knew what was going on in her life most of the time and what she was willing to share with you, since Olivia was all about getting the tea from your life now that you managed to get away from Beverly. However once Olivia started dating Asher, your talks became twice maybe three times a month more than multiple times a week.

It was bound to happen. You often told yourself this but this did sting a little bit since The Baker twins mattered to you. You were bound to grow apart. Plus this was the norm for you, you had to engage in new people just to pass the time. Now that you were a senior and heading to college, you were able to have some hold on your life now. You were eighteen, had a job, a car that you wanted and did pay for, and made a friend out here, and were more than ready to get out of your home and move onto campus away from your mom.

It was all a plan set into motion. You would not be living your life on the account of anyone else anymore. Your life was now in your hands. You were here with your cousin Damon and since you were still a wanderer, the two of you lost track of yourself. You were browsing the stands to get information and keeping a close eye out for the food stands for later. When you glanced over your shoulder you spotted Jordan strolling by with Spencer and some other girl who had her arms linked with both of their’s.

You had to do a double take to make sure that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. He was focused on what she was saying but the moment he stopped walking to glance back over his shoulder, you already whipped back around thanking the person at the stand for the brochures and moved through the sea of people with ease. As you circled around to calm the racing in your chest, you had a view of Olivia and the unknown girl doing the wobble with a group of students. Not too far from them you noticed your popcorn headed cousin engaged in a conversation with a much shorter girl, who you recognized as Simone?

Jordan’s girlfriend? Who he liked to call his wifey a lot on Instagram, which was a little cringe to you but whenever Jordan was being too much you found yourself leaving his page. The only reason you browsed his feed was you allowed your mind to miss him when you shouldn’t. He didn’t give a shit about you anymore so why did you still? Plus he seemed to be in a new light now that he was with this girl and unblocked you from Instagram. You were sure he had Simone to thank for that, maybe?

“Hey,” you were zoned out not realizing Damon and his friend were now standing in front of you, “Cuz, you okay?”

“What? Oh yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“He looked like he was just getting his ass handed to him from little mama over there.” His friend laughed while Damon kissed his teeth.

“Yeah, whatever. She was something tho, anyways! let’s roll before I get recognized.” Damon tightened his hood over the frame of his face while you snorted and held your hands out.

“Sorry, after you, Diddy.”

“Oh haha, you real funny.”

You winked nudging the light skinned boy who tossed his arm over your shoulder as the three of you began to leave the campus. However you did not go as unnoticed as you thought with Jordan and Spencer burning holes not only into Damon’s frame but yours as well.

Since you got called in to do a four hour shift, you were unable to attend the fashion show event that was going on at the university, which was fine by you. You were more than ready to go back home, take your knee brace off, ice your leg and relax but that wasn’t happening when you pulled up to your house to not only find Coach Turner there but your best friend, Terrence holding a styrofoam box out to you as you limped up the steps to the wrap around porch.

“Y/N!” Terrence shouted as he cupped his mouth.

You dragged yourself to face the only guy here that kept you sane, “Terrence, what do you want?”

“Is that anyway to treat the dude that brought you wingstop after your shift?” Terrence held his chest in mock offense.

You took the box from him and peeled inside to see your favorite, “the only time you bring me anything is when you want me to do something or you know I’m having a shitty day.”

“Well are you?” Terrence blinked.

You thought about it.

“No.”

Terrence opened his mouth to reply but you cut him off, “but I have a feeling that I’m about to.”

“See that negativity has got to go! Which is why I’m bringing you to a function tonight, it’s already started but I know you need a little time to get yourself together. Damon is already over there and he also said that you needed to be there.” Terrence said as if this would persuade you further.

It was your turn to show the expression on your face, “what does Damon have to do with me?”

“That’s your family, c’mon! Y/N. Don’t you want to spend time with him, he came all the way out here from Chitown—

“Damon and his mom didn’t come down here for me or my mom so let’s not go there. Plus he’s been here for a couple days already, we’ve spent enough time together. I’m not mad if he wants to enjoy a party. Or you either, you can go. You’re always at a party one way or another.” You fanned your hand at Terrence who held his head back annoyed.

“All I’m hearing is back talk from you when I brought you food.”

“Thanks by the way,” you smiled sarcastically, “I don’t like being bribed but I am going to eat this.”

“Can you think about it?”

And you did.

It only took a minute for you to realize that coach turner’s car was parked out from still. And to see him through the curtains was enough motivation for you to decide.

“Give me thirty.” You muttered which made Terrence grin.

You entered the house with Terrence following you. He took the food from you and went to the kitchen to reheat it for you, you passed by the sitting room and greeted your mom and coach turner with forced smiles and small talk before you were able to make your way to your room to get ready.

Damon was of course being annoying texting to make sure that you were coming, which you found unnecessary really before you hoped in the shower. It was a no brainer to grab the clothes you had yet to wear and keeping everything else simple since the fit spoke for itself. Back downstairs you met Terrence who blew out a whistle as you did a spin with a roll of your eyes taking the box from him.

“Mom, we’re going out! I’ll be back around midnight, have fun with coach turner!” You yelled grabbing your keys and leaving out the side door before the woman could say a thing, with Terrence laughing in tow.

The car ride was filled with Terrence playing Pop Smoke and you having your dinner. Once you pulled up to the house you reapplied what was needed and popped some gum into your mouth.

Terrence rubbed his hands together in excitement while you shook your head. It was always the same thing with Terrence, going to functions was what he did often. He always knew where the parties were at since one of his other best friends was a party promoter. He was also well known around school, a year older than you, and at first you couldn’t grasp why he was trying to talk to you. He wasn’t “popular popular” but he knew a lot of people and people knew him. Besides you, he had a solid group of friends that he considered his real and close friends. You’ve met them and hung out with them a couple of times but he knew you were different. That you didn’t mind solitude so whenever you were together it was usually always just the two of you. It wasn’t ever enforced but it became natural for your friendship and that’s how it normally stayed. Private but not too private.

“Terrence!” A girl squealed running up to the boy in a silk top.

You didn’t catch her name as you left the two, heading up the steps.

“Ayo, Y/N! 10/5?” He called out, which was your thing you said to each other when you were going your separate ways.

That was your way of checking in on each other within ten to five minutes if you didn’t find each other by then. You wiggled your phone glancing at the time and repeated it before leaving Terrence to get wrapped up in some girl who always commented on his pictures.

There were a lot of people here at this party and that it was way too hot. You scoped the area half of the people were on the dance floor and the other half were leaned in close talking with friends or their interests of the night. You glanced to your left spying what appeared to be Olivia Baker and Spencer James locked in a heated kiss.

“About time.” You smirked, folding your arms as you watched them for a moment longer before moving your eyes elsewhere—and almost immediately you found Jordan’s.

One thing Jordan Baker always knew how to do was find your eyes in a crowded room. Almost always this seemed to be the case back in Beverly. He had a red cup in his hand and kept his gaze on you as he leaned back to say something to the guy with inches beside him, who peeked over at you before leaving the scene himself.

You did not move as Jordan came over to you. His scent engulfed you as much as his eyes did, he had to lean towards you to make sure that you heard him well.

“I knew that was you, back on campus. I knew that walk anywhere.” Was what he started with.

Of course he did. Jordan said there were three things he could tell about you if he wasn’t sure, the number one was always your walk and partly that had to do with your injury that you endured months before you moved to Beverly. It left you with a permanent limp and was one of the reasons why your track career was over before it even begin.

You tightened your arms closer to your chest, “yeah, I noticed you earlier too.”

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” Jordan furrowed his brows.

“You were busy with everyone else and I was with Damon—

“Damon? How do you know Damon?” Jordan sipped at his drink.

You sighed, already hearing this multiple times already from others since he arrived into town, “He’s my cousin. My grandma and his grandfather are siblings.”

“Wow…kinda sorry about that.” Jordan sniffed, breaking eye contact for a split second.

It was your turn to frown now, “why’s that?”

“He’s been pushing up on Simone since we got here and it’s safe to say for that reason I don’t personally care for him.” Jordan replied.

You nodded, not finding that hard to believe. It wasn’t your issue so you didn’t feel the need to further comment on it.

“So…how’ve you been?” Jordan flicked your forearm to get your attention again.

You sent a two finger wave at Olivia and Spencer who now had their cheeks pressed together peering in your direction. Olivia held her mouth open which turned into a grin as she waved her fingers back at you and Spencer sent a smile your way. Olivia appeared as if she was going to make her way over to you but Spencer held her back and whispered something in your ear which she nodded glancing back at you and Jordan.

“Later.” She mouthed to you, which you found interesting.

Blinking up at Jordan you let out a breathy laugh, “Just living my normal teenage life. Things have slowed down completely compared to the fast life in California.”

Jordan hummed at that, “yeah?”

“Oh yeah, my stress level’s down a good 40-50%.” You told Jordan who chuckled.

Jordan added, “also it’s probably because I’m not adding to that stress right?”

You closed your eyes at that.

“Oh yeah because it’s always all about you.”

Jordan began talking with his hands, which is something he did when he wanted to prove his point. Sure he had a smug smile by his lips but you knew where this conversation was going. “I mean isn’t it? You were more than happy to leave California and get away from me.”

“Uh…I didn’t have a choice?”

“But you didn’t fight as hard as you did with the other places?” He sipped at his drink again.

You rested your hands on your hips turning your body fully to face him now, “what exactly was I supposed to fight for? You said you needed time but I didn’t have time, Jordan. I had days and we both know distance isn’t what you wanted.”

“We we’re friends, Y/N. That had to count for something right?” Jordan tried to keep his voice leveled but you can sense the distress behind it.

Your eyes turned into slits, “we stopped being friends the moment you stuck your tongue down my throat. You came to me after things went to shit with Ripley just to fuck it up with me too.”

“So I see I’m entirely to blame for this?” Jordan pointed at his chest with heated eyes.

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t say that. But I can say that I’ve missed you and that I’m not afraid to say that. But I think you stopped caring the moment you moved on with your new girl—

“Simone,” Jordan informed, “Simone is her name and she’s my w—

You held up your hand, “it’s not my business who you decide to fuck with but I wish you could have told me before I left the state and to my face that you no longer cared instead of icing me out of your life and letting me know you moved on through social media.”

Jordan deeply inhaled, opening and closing his mouth to find what he wanted to say next.

“Look, y/n,” Jordan scratched at his brow, “I know the way things ended…should have went different. I wish it would have been different and I’m sorry that you had to find out yourself with me moving on with Simone instead of me telling you. There were so many times where I wanted to reach out to you but I let my pride get the best of me. When I found out Liv was still talking to you, that pissed me off so much so I felt like blocking you was best. But I realize that it wasn’t, that just made things ten times worse but that doesn’t mean you were never on my mind.”

It was two ways with Jordan. Either ignoring you was what you would get when things didn’t go his way or out of impulse he’d say some hurtful things. He did both to you and it wasn’t something you could forget. It was always harder to forget the things that people who mattered said to you.

“I’m with Simone now,” Jordan told you, “And if I’m being completely honest with you it didn’t take me long to get wrapped up in someone else. She became more than just someone I laid with.”

It wasn’t something you wanted to hear but here you were.

“Good for you but was it that easy for you?” You questioned making Jordan chew down on his bottom lip.

“Easy?”

“Yeah, you said it. I was barely in the air before you found yourself off in between some other bitches legs right?” You were calm but your words held power.

Jordan glared at you now, “I’d appreciate it, Y/N if you refrain from talking about my wife like that. Show some damn respect.”

You scoffed, “and I’d like if you keep the pet names to when you’re actually talking to her and not me.”

“It’s not a pet name, it’s legit. I’m married to Simone.” It came out on impulse which caused Jordan to widened his eyes as you stepped back from him.

He forgot that you’ve been out of the loop for a year or two now. You weren’t around when he began sleeping around to fill the pain of your absence. You weren’t around when Simone chased him down to tell him she was pregnant. You weren’t around while he began falling for her. Normally Jordan baker was proud to tell anyone that would listen that he was married to Simone hicks but he found himself holding back with you. When it slipped out and he saw the expression on your face, he wished he could have taken it back. And that was questionable in many ways.

“…wooow. Not only did you push me to the side without a thought you went and married her? Really?” You were not going to cry. For what? This was not over. It’s been a minute since your last encounter and you were going to say whatever needed to be said and you had a feeling Jordan would too.

Jordan hissed, “you know, I’d wish you stopped saying that. You don’t know what was going on in my mind when you just up and left, okay?”

“No, I think it was pretty clear,” you argued with a humorless laugh, “you gave me the excuse that you wanted time to think us over. I let you know the minute I touched down in ATL and you gave me one worded answers. I tried everything to figure out what you wanted this to be but you ended up ghosting me like it was nothing.”

“Don’t you think i thought it was better that way? I was in denial that we even had sex in the back of my car that night.”

“Because you regretted it?”

“No, of course not! With you it actually meant something and that scared the shit out of me! I didn’t know what to do. You were the first person that really made me feel something, all those other girls you keep mentioning mean nothing. When we did what we did it just made everything way more complicated for me.” Jordan explained which you were silent, taking all that information in as the music filled the pause between you two.

“don’t you think I deserved that conversation with you instead of you cutting me off?” You breathed making Jordan close his eyes, “And not all of them meant nothing because one of them is your wife now.”

Jordan winced noticing the crack in your voice at the mention of the word that partly described his significant other.

“We both deserve to be happy, Y/N. I can’t apologize for that. And I want you to find that too even if pains me to say not with me.” Jordan admitted, reaching out to place a hand against your cheek.

Exhaling you tried your hardest not to lean into the warmth of his hand. You didn’t want to be selfish, you didn’t know Simone or her relationship with Jordan but you had him first—you hated how immature that made you sound but it was a fact. So you found yourself placing a kiss against the inside of his wrist making Jordan inhale.

You wanted to kiss his lips but you were not all that impulsive. He let your lips linger there before he removed his arm from your proximity. However you did step into his presence and notice that he was holding his breath as he watched you, anticipating your actions as you brought your arms up and over his shoulders pulling him into his frame.

He finally breathed before locking his hands around your waist squeezing before sliding them up your back and rub the spot. You both melted into each other’s embrace for seconds and it almost felt like everything was okay between the two of you.

Until you said into his ear, “just know that I feel a way, ‘cause I know you still feel it.”

And with that you let go, not bothering to catch his eyes again as you noticed Damon and Simone watching you two. Once Simone caught your eye, you could tell she knew who you were just as you now knew her. She was the first to move before you did, leaving Damon to wave after her and stare at you in confusion. Simone approached you two just as you were also leaving, her arms protectively holding onto Jordan.

It was instinct for Jordan to place a kiss against Simone’s temple, which you could see her smile sweetly up at him from your peripheral before setting her eyes back on you.

“It was good to see you, Y/N.” Jordan called out to you as it seemed you still felt like you were waiting for something.

Standing up straight you faced the couple and sent a award-winning smile their way, “likewise. Congratulations on your marriage, I hope it lasts and that it’s everything you could ever want.”

Simone picked up on the shade, her head tilting to the side. “Oh it will and it is, and you are?”

“Y/N, Y/LN. but let’s not act like you didn’t already know that, you were just coming in with my cousin, Damon over there. You two have a nice conversation outside?” You quipped.

Simone jerked her head back. She knew what this was and was ready to let Jordan’s old childhood friend have it. That was until the music was cut off and the entire house went dark, followed by a shoot out.

The house was filled with screams and people began to shove. It wasn’t wise running in the dark but when you’re in a panic sometimes you’re not thinking straight.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being yelled over the other screams but felt your wrist being yanked on.

You pulled back.

“It’s me.” You heard Jordan’s voice from above as he pulled you up to your feet, noticing that you were in a squatting position.

The back of generator inside the house illuminated the house in the shade of green, making it a little easier to see as Simone led the way with Jordan still holding onto your hand as he was in the middle.

“Damon!” You yelled, eyes searching behind you in search of your cousin but could not see as you were pulled away from the other round of shots that rung out.

Jordan squeezed your hand in response as a source of comfort while also continuing to pull you along. Sure it was nice but there was one other thing left on your mind, fucking ATL parties always knew how to leave their mark.

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#all american #all american cw #all american homecoming #jimone #Jordan baker x Simone hicks #Jordan baker x reader #Jordan baker #damon sims #spelivia #all american imagine #all american fanfiction #did not proof read this so sorry for the remaining typos it’s midnight and I was extra motivated after that finale! whew! #Spotify