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w2soneshots · 1 month

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Trust -W2S

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Warnings: angst, jealousy, argument.

In which you and Simon have known each other all your lives but everything changes when he meets a certain girl.

a/n: I absolutely love Talia! This does in no way represent her irl🤍

I've known Simon my entire life. I met him during my first year in preschool, and we immediately became inseparable. We also share a birthday (7th of September). Since I moved to London with Simon I naturally became great friends with the boys, along with Freya and Faith. Our relationship has always been completely platonic, he's like a brother to me and I wouldn't dream of ever going near him in that way. Each girlfriend he's had has always seemed liked me, I presume it's because I make sure that they know I'm a girls girl and always make an effort to become their friend too.

Until he met Talia. She has made it very clear that she doesn't trust me, which completely confused me since I've been nothing but nice to her. It's been 3 months since Simon met her and I've barely seen him. He avoids me at parties, every night out and rarely replies to any of my messages.

One night during a party at JJ's apartment... as I walked towards the counter containing all the alcohol I realised Simon was leaning there with his back against the marble and arms crossed. I took a deep breath and quickly lent over him to grab one of the red cups. "What are you doing?!" My brows furrowed as I quickly turned around. Talia stood in front of me with an angry look on her face. "Getting a drink?" I replied. "Didn't look like it." She retaliated angrily. I turned my head to Simon. He stood sheepishly looking at the ground. I huffed "you know what, I'm so fucking tired of your shit. Both of you!" I shouted. Everyone quickly gathered around the kitchen area. "I've known him my whole fucking life!" I spat in Talia's face. When nether of them said a word I shook my head in disbelief, grabbed my things and left, with a quick "sorry" to JJ on my way out.

That night I got a text from Harry checking if I was alright and after that we became close, sitting in the corner and chatting amongst ourselves at parties and nights out (that he'd made sure I was invited to), going round to each other's houses to watch a movie (even though he hates them) and eat takeout, texting constantly, etc.

One night while we were sat on my sofa, my feet perched comfortably on his lap, he told me he liked me. Surprisingly it wasn't at all awkward and I quickly told him I felt the same. When we told everyone they seemed very happy for us. I didn't personally tell Simon but I believe JJ informed him about it, which felt weird because we always told each other everything.

Soon after Harry asked me to be his girlfriend while we were on a date in a cute restaurant, obviously I said yes. It continued on like that for another few weeks. I seriously missed Simon, I mean we've known each other forever. We did everything together and I'm so incredibly appreciative of Harry but I just feel like something's missing. So for the first time in months I decided to text him.

y/n:

Hey, how are you?

Simon:

I'm good

You?

y/n:

Fine

I miss you

Simon:

I miss you too

How are you and Harry?

y/n:

Really good

I'm glad he's been here for me when you weren't

Simon:

I'm sorry.

Are you free tomorrow?

y/n:

Why?

Simon:

Talia wants to apologise

And so do I

That message shocked me. I told him I was free so I'm going round to his apartment tomorrow at 1.

The next day... I woke up relatively early, got dressed into some comfy clothes, did my skincare, hair, then had some breakfast. Once I was finished it was almost 1 so I grabbed my phone and left.

When I arrived outside the apartment building I let myself in using the code that I've had memorised for years, said a quick "hello" to the receptionist then made my way up through the lift. I knocked on Simon's door. And played with my hands while I waited. The door clicked, I took a deep breath. He stood with a comforting smile on his face. "Come in." He said, stepping aside. I nervously walked into the apartment, then he led me towards the living room, where Talia sat on the sofa. Both me and Simon sat down. It was silent for a moment before Talia spoke "I'm ready sorry y/n," she began "I should've trusted you. I- I was just a little intimidated by how good you and Simon's friendship was and I was worried he'd chose you over me." I smiled lightly. "I understand." Her head shot up. "You do?" She questioned. I nodded "I'd feel the same way, but if you'd just gotten to know me you'd have realised that I seriously wouldn't go near him with a six foot pole." "Oi!" Simon shouted, offended. Talia laughed.

After almost an hour sat in the apartment it became considerably less awkward, and I realised that Talia was actually a really nice girl. Simon also apologised for pushing me away and since life's too short to hold grudges I easily forgave them both.

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passingbypainfullyaware · 2 years

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Ok but saphael as parents?

Raphael is definitely the responsible one. He knows the baby routine like the back of his hand. He’s never been anything less than 5 minutes early to every parent teacher meeting. All the pta moms bow down because he is the champion of bake sales. (Janice’s brick-like brownies could never)

Then there’s Simon.

(Maybe Raphael is raising two kids at once lol.) Simon works really long hours so he doesn’t get to spend as much time with his family as he’d like.. but his pride as a father is the fact that he gets back home everyday just in time for the bedtime story. (He also doesn’t trust Raphael to tell a good story for even a second. he loves him but man’s gotta get better at doing the voices). When their child turned seven, Simon got a promotion at work. This meant that he could work fewer hours for a higher pay and Simon almost cried. (Jk it’s Simon he balled his eyes out on Raphaels shoulders for a good few hours) The first time their kid sees Simon at the school gates ready to pick them up, they run into his arms in excitement and Simon was crying on raphs shoulders again when they got home.

Simons the dad that can help with homework, if you dont mind sitting through a 15 minute lecture about idk pelicans or something. Raphael can’t do math for shit, so he’s glad Simon took over before they hit the algebra years.

The first time their kid gets into a fight. (This is Raphaels kid, it was inevitable) Simon is busy laser scanning them to search for injuries to notice the pride in Raphaels face when they say “Daddy, I’m fine! If anything you should see the other guy.” It’s a good thing too because if he did notice, Raphael would be sleeping out on the porch.

#saphael #shadowhunters #parenting #angst prompt #headcanon #simon lewis #raphael santiago #vampire #human au #Simon is trying his best ok?#Raphael Santiago is a pta mom #stupid Janice

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occasionally-good-authoring · 2 years

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fortune favors the bold (and i am a coward)

kinda maybe came up with the title first and didn’t entirely follow it but damn, i think i did something with the wording.

liking doesn’t do anything, so please reblog so others can enjoy it like you did!

tw: smoking

@xanadaus

Moonlight is sewn into Simon’s hair as he laughs, loud and bright. Jace hangs onto every word he says like they’re the last things she’ll hear. He doesn’t understand any of it, but god are his words beautiful. Simon’s hands move as they talk, simple movements with freckled arms. Jace just watches him, like a character in a movie that she watched so long ago and has now turned to gold in their memory.

It is just them, sitting on the roof of the Institute, a pack of cigarettes between them, still almost full. Smoke hangs in the air, filling Jace’s lungs while Simon’s is held forgotten in their left hand. The smoke hurts in a wonderful way, like the sting in his knuckles after using the punching bag. They are alone up here, wind soft on their cheeks. Alone together with Simon’s beautiful words and the sweet, acidic smoke. Jace can pretend that this is how it will always be, just them and Simon together.

But it won’t be. Simon’s beautiful words aren’t his to keep, or have. They’re Maia’s. Simon’s words are for Maia to have. So Jace sits on the roof, alone with the most beautiful person she’s ever seen.

Simon’s smiling widely, the kind of smile he only has around Maia, then one they used to wear around Clary. Jordan’s voice fills the coffee shop, strong and loud but the sweetest sound is Simon’s guitar.

He’s dancing around the best they can, leaning into his mic whenever Jordan needs background vocals. She can barely hear his voice, but when they do it sounds just as beautiful as the way he talks.

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?” Izzy says. Jace takes a drink of his coffee, Izzy shakes her head and punches Jace’s arm lightly. “The biggest idiot ever.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He takes another drink, wishing they could pull a cigarette out and fill their lungs with that painful smoke.

“Jace, you look at Simon like he hung the stars.” Jace’s throat tightens.

“And you look at Clary like she painted the Mona Lisa, I don’t see the problem here.” Izzy stares at Jace for a bit, disbelief clear on her face. Then she laughs.

“Clary is my girlfriend who I am very much in love with, thank you very much for proving my point.” Jace doesn’t respond. Izzy sighs. “Look, I know you love him, or at least like him a whole hell of a lot. I also know you probably won’t do anything about it, but you should. Tell him, I mean.”

“I can’t.” She could, they dream of it. They dream of a confession where Simon laughs and kisses him. But that’s all it is.

The dream of a hopeless romantic who’s never fell in love before this.

“Okay,” Izzy says quietly. Jace goes back to watching Simon, the lights reflecting off their glasses. Smiling and laughing while he dances around, playing his guitar and singing with his beautiful words.

Izzy rubs their shoulder, standing up, leaving her untouched coffee for Jace. It stays untouched as she stays lost in Simon’s beauty.

“I don’t love him,” Jace says in a whisper to no one. “I don’t.”

Simon’s broken up with Maia, has been for a while now, and he’s smiling wide. They’re dancing around the kitchen on his and Jordan’s apartment, screaming along to Simon’s playlist of happy music on repeat. Sunlight filters through the blind, while Jace watches them with a smile on his face.

They see a spatula lying on the counter, smiling even wider and grabbing it, singing loudly into it like a microphone. The sunlight is weaved into his brown hair, breathtaking in the yellow light. Simon laughs and reaches out of Jace, a pristine hand reaching out for her scarred ones.

He grabs it, letting Simon pull them into his frenzied spinning dance. Smiles and laughs fill the sunlit room, music flowing over them in waves of beautiful chords. Simon’s smiles are so bright, as if he’s made if sunlight himself, melting Jace in the best way possible.

She’s in love, so beautiful in love with his own sun, like Icarus who’s already flown too close. They’ve fallen horrible with a being made of laughter and beauty. Spinning around in a wonderful orbit, and they are in love. Izzy was right and they are in love. A beautiful pain of love.

“You have no idea how to dance, do you?” Simon asks, breathless and flushed.

“Wasn’t a training requirement,” Jace says. Simon shakes his head, and grabs his phone.

“You’re about to get the best lesson you’ve ever had, Pretty Boy.” For once, Jace recognizes the song Simon’s playing. City of Angels shakes in Jace’s ears, Em Beiholds voice loud and soft at the same time.

“What now?”

“Do whatever you want along with the music. Jump, spin, wave your arms around like a madman. Boom dancing.”

“That’s bullshit, Lewis.” Simon shakes his head with a fond sigh.

“Just do it, trust me here. Who’s the one in a successful band?” Jace gives up, and begins to spin in time with the beat of the music. And a smile grows, maybe even as wide as the ones Simon wears when he’s on stage.

The sun watches Icarus, already fallen, and maybe starts to fall himself.

They’re on the roof again, it’s quiet this time. A sunset, painted in the watercolors of night falling basks them in orange pinks. Cigarette smoke sticks in the air, yet again, and they both breathe it in.

Simon’s hand sits dangerously close to Jace’s and he cannot breathe. The orange sits in his glasses, a cigarette between his lips that looks so damn kissable right now.

She is in love, and Simon is the sun. And he would fall over and over again and deal with this terrible pain of love untold, like the acidic sweetness of the smoke in their lungs.

#the title is the best one i’ve come up with #10/10 best part of this #tmi #the mortal instruments #shadowhunters #simon x jace #jimon #jace herondale #simon lewis #jace x simon #izzy lightwood #clary fray #clizzy #angst

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bytheangell · 2 years

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I'm glad to hear that you liked this idea, and very excited to read it!

What We Accept and What We Deserve (Read on AO3) (the prompt this is written for was too long to include fully at the start, but I hope I hit on everything you wanted, anon!) ------------

Alec wakes up on the ground of the park, the grass wet with fresh dew around him and the hint of sunlight starting to rise over the horizon. His head throbs and he takes a few moments to remember how he got here: he remembers the overnight patrol, tracking the demon here with Jace, and then… fuck. Then the ambush, and the realization that the demon brought them here intentionally, but only once it was too late. Jace was injured and taken the moment he was too wounded to fight back, with Alec rendered unconscious when he tried to follow.

Then nothing but black until now. It was dark then, probably just after midnight. How many hours was Jace gone for by now? Five? Six? He needs to find him as quickly as possible, but he knows showing up alone isn’t going to do Jace any good.

Alec needs help.

---

“Absolutely,” Simon says, at the exact same moment Jordan says, “Absolutely not.”

Alec stands in the doorway of their apartment, pleading for them to help. Clary and Isabelle are on assignment in Idris and there’s no one else he trusts with something this critical. Simon cares about Jace, whether he’ll admit it or not, and that’s what Alec needs right now.

Unfortunately, Simon and Jordan come as a package deal these days.

“Simon, it isn’t your job to go rescue Shadowhunters. Leave it to the Nephilim,” Jordan pleads.

“Jace saved my life,” Simon points out. “More than once. I owe him.”

“It’s my job to protect you-” Jordan starts, but Simon cuts him off.

“Then I guess you better come with.” The definitive tone of Simon’s words leaves no room for argument, something Alec is infinitely grateful for the moment he sees the resignation on Jordan’s face. Alec knows better than to think he could’ve persuaded Jordan to help him on his own, but Simon’s right - the only way for Jordan to do his job now is to come with, for better or worse.

Alec decides it’s better to let these two fight this one out than try and intervene - he already has Simon, which is a good start, but he can’t deny that having Jordan along would be a huge help.

Jordan isn’t about to give in that easily, however.

“We’ll see what Raphael has to say about this,” Jordan says suddenly. Alec tries not to show his concern - Raphael is the leader of Simon’s clan, and not exactly Jace’s biggest fan. Alec watches Jordan call Raphael, the snippets of Jordan’s end of the conversation proving relatively unhelpful to judge exactly how the talk is going.

Jordan looks pleased when he hangs up, which Alec doesn’t take as a good sign for his mission. “Raphael says he’ll be right over,” Jordan announces, sounding smug and already victorious. Alec watches Simon visibly deflate, obviously anticipating Raphael siding against him.

When Raphael arrives, however, it becomes clear Jordan’s victory was premature.

“So when are we going?” Raphael asks almost immediately, arms folded over his chest.

Alec could laugh with relief if he wasn’t so worried about Jace and hyper-aware of the seconds ticking by every extra moment they stand around talking about going rather than actually going.

Jordan gapes. “What do you mean ‘when are we going’? We’re not. There’s no way you’re about to let your fledgling put himself in this sort of danger unnecessarily!”

Raphael scoffs. “You’ve been watching over Simon long enough to know that telling him ‘no’ isn’t going to stop him, it’s only going to make him reckless when he goes behind your back.”

“Hey, I-” Simon starts but stops himself. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. So we’re all going, then?”

Alec looks around the room, making direct eye contact with Raphael and Jordan in turn, eyes pleading.

Jordan grabs his jacket and walks to the door, annoyed but without another word of protest.

Alec and the others follow.

---

It’s a small miracle that all five of them make it out alive, though they’re far from unscathed.

Alec uses his parabatai rune to track Jace’s location out of desperation, knowing full well it will leave him weakened for the actual fight that breaks out during Jace’s rescue. Without time to sit down and make a proper plan of attack the ragtag group has to rely on the natural abilities and instincts of each individual to work with as much cohesion as possible in the heat of the moment.

Alec knows the risk he’s taking with this group. Raphael and Jordan would much rather leave to save their own lives than they would stay and fight to save Jace’s. It’s Simon who’s Alec’s saving grace, selflessly throwing himself into the fray to get to Jace and make sure Alec is alright, bringing Raphael and Jordan in tow.

Alec fights with everything he has to get to Jace, overexerting himself to the point of near-collapse and leaving the Downworldersl to drag Alec to safety alongside Jace after finally overwhelming Jace's captors. With the help of an iratze or two, Alec manages to get himself standing again once they’re outside. The same can’t be said for Jace who remains unconscious for several hours after they get him back to the Institute.

When Jace finally wakes up Alec expects his parabatai to be thankful for the rescue. He’s completely thrown off when Jace gets upset with him almost immediately.

“You never should’ve put yourself in that position, Alec!” “So I should’ve just let you die?”

“They weren’t going to kill me-” “I didn’t know that!” Alec defends.

“I would’ve figured a way out,” Jace insists, stubborn as ever. “It was my fault I got taken, you should’ve let me get myself out of it rather than risk your own life.”

“I’ll always risk my life for you, Jace. You’d do the same for me,” Alec points out. “We’re Parabatai.”

“So what’s your excuse for forcing Simon, Raphael, and Jordan into danger, then?” Jace snaps. “This wasn’t their fight.”

Alec hesitates. Jace isn’t technically wrong, but…

“They volunteered to help when I asked.” Not a lie, though ‘volunteered’ might be a bit strong.

“Bullshit,” Jace shakes his head. “You knew Simon felt like he owed me. You used that. If something happened to him-” Jace’s voice breaks for a moment, but neither of them acknowledges it. “To any of them! They aren’t Shadowhunters, and if one of them died on an unsanctioned mission you could’ve ignited an entire goddamn war!”

He isn’t wrong. Alec knows this, but he still doesn’t get why Jace is so angry about it. No one died, they rescued Jace, and outside of a slap on the wrist Alec isn’t going to get into any serious trouble for any of it, so what’s the big deal?

“I need some air,” Jace says finally, his tone leaving no room for debate as he storms out of the Infirmary, leaving Alec standing there at a loss of what to do besides watch his parabatai walk away.

---

Jace doesn’t know where he’s going, just that he needs to go. He needs to get out, away from the Institute, away from Alec.

Jace blames himself for everything that just happened. He blames himself for missing the obvious lure, for allowing himself to get kidnapped, for not figuring out a way to escape before others put themselves into harm’s way to find him. He blames himself for Alec, Simon, Raphael, and Jordan being injured, and he blames himself for them being in a position to possibly die, just to save him. He doesn’t deserve it, no matter what Alec believes.

They should’ve left him to rot. Alec at least should’ve left him until he could round up a proper mission, one backed by the Shadowhunters. The amount of shit they all would’ve been in if something had gone wrong… if anything happened to one of the Downworlders with Alec in charge… Jace doesn’t even want to think about it.

He’s less annoyed that Alec cares as much as he does and more annoyed that he put himself in a position to need rescuing. Of course, he hadn’t said any of that to Alec and blew up on him over everything else instead. Maybe one day Jace will get better about actually talking about his feelings instead of hiding them under other problems, but not today.

Today Jace gets a drink, and then another, and then another, as he effectively stalls going back to the Institute. If he’s going to feel useless he might as well actually be useless.

When Simon and Jordan show up, faces sporting nearly-healed cuts and bruises that Jace knows looked ten times worse only hours before.

Injuries sustained coming to his rescue.

“Hey, Jace! I didn’t expect you to be out too soon! You looked…” Simon trails off, noting a lot of the unhealed wounds still gracing Jace’s own skin. He hadn’t given anything the proper time to heal in the Infirmary and hadn’t even allowed Alec to iratze him before he stormed off after their fight.

“You still look like shit, man,” Jordan says.

“Shut up,” Jace mutters.

“Wow, is that any way to treat the people who risked their lives for you-” Jordan starts to rebuke, but gets cut short.

“I didn’t want your help. You should’ve stayed out of it.” Jace takes another sip of his drink and debates ordering something stronger than beer.

That earns an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before Simon breaks it.

“Jace, how many times have you come to my rescue? It’s the least I could do to return the favor.”

“I’m not you. I don’t need rescuing. I was fine.”

They all know this is a lie. Jace doesn’t know why he’s being so stubborn about this, but he is, and he decides to double down on it rather than apologizing because he’s not just in a mood, but he’s now inebriated and in a mood.

“Sorry for wanting to help,” Simon says, trying to sound snappy but mostly only sounding sad. “I’ll try not to care about your well-being in the future, I guess.”

“That’s what I told you to do from the start,” Jordan mutters, giving Jace a side-eyed glare before placing a reassuring hand on Simon’s shoulder and leading him off.

Jace can’t do this anymore. Everywhere he turns is a reminder of his recent failures. He came here to avoid Alec but now he has to leave to avoid Simon and Jordan, feeling their glances - Simon’s concerned and Jordan’s annoyed - on him from across the room.

Placing more than enough money to cover his drinks on the bar, Jace pushes his stool away from the bar with a careless scrape against the floor, making his way to the front door. The fresh air doesn’t have enough time to work on clearing some of the fog from Jace’s thoughts before he’s grabbed and dragged into a dark side street.

He fights back and given his current state, it’s a pretty damn good effort. He nearly gets his stele to his iratze to clear away the effects of the alcohol but it gets knocked out of his hands before he can manage it, and without the ability to focus (and stop seeing some of his assailants in phasing-in-and-out doubles) it’s all downhill from the start.

Eventually, Jace’s assailants get the upper hand and his weapon is hit away from him as well, leaving him literally clawing in a final attempt to get the upper hand… or at least just get away.

“SIMON!” Jace calls, in his most desperate final attempt to escape this situation, just as one last blow renders him unconscious for the second time in as many days.

---

“I just don’t get it,” Simon sighs, sitting at a table across from Jordan. He has a glass full of deep red liquid that’s far too thick to be anything but the obvious, and Jordan has an IPA or something. Simon hadn’t really paid too much attention to their order, too distracted looking back at Jace. “He’s saved my neck dozens of times. It isn’t that big of a deal to return the favor.”

“Maybe not for you,” Jordan says. “But it is for Jace. People like Jace can’t admit they’re anything less than perfect. It kills him to know he needed help.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Simon points out.

“Of course it is. But that’s Jace.”

Simon can only sigh at that because Jordan isn’t wrong. Jace is, and always has been, incapable of accepting or admitting he needs help. To be fair, mostly Jace doesn’t need help. There’s a reason his ego is so big, and it’s because he’s earned a lot of the hype around his abilities as far as Simon’s seen.

“Well, he didn’t have to be a dick about it,” Simon huffs.

Jordan laughs. “That’s also Jace.”

Simon’s about to reply again when he swears he hears his name. It’s nearly inaudible over the chatter of the bar, but his ears pick up on it just the same.

“In fact-” Jordan continues, but Simon hushes him and tries his best to focus his hearing outside the bar. He picks up on a scuffle, on voices… and it isn’t lost on him that Jace isn’t at the bar any longer, either.

“Shit,” Simon curses, leaving his drink behind to make a bee-line for the back door that isn’t technically for public use, but he thinks Maia will forgive him this one time. He doesn’t wait to see if Jordan follows and feels a small reassurance at the sound of footsteps trailing close behind even without prompting.

Outside Simon sees blood on the ground, the pretty obvious signs of a fight. Then his eyes land on a broken stele - Jace’s broken stele.

“Shit,” Simon repeats. “We need to tell-”

The rest of that sentence isn’t needed. Jordan’s already on his cell phone, and it only takes Simon a few moments to piece together that he called Alec before the Praetor.

“What are the chances Raphael will be willing to help you twice?” Jordan asks.

Simon gives him credit for assuming that there’s no room for debate this time around on whether or not Simon’s going to be going after Jace with Alec again.

“Let’s find out.”

---

No one is coming for him this time. Jace believes this with every fiber of his being - he screamed at Alec, stormed out of the Institute, and even snapped at Simon and Jordan. Chances are they’ll just assume he’s hiding out somewhere he can’t be found to avoid being bothered. And if they don’t, then he can’t imagine they’d be keen to help him a second time around after the way he reacted the first time. He’s burned every bridge he might need right now, and he has no one to blame for being left here to die other than himself.

Well, he and his kidnappers.

“I can’t believe you’re trying this again,” Jace says, putting on a brave face.

“We learn from our mistakes, which is more than we can say about you,” one of his captors says.

Jace pulls at the ropes tied around his arms and legs but it’s useless. They’ve been keeping him sedated, too weak to active his runes or use any of his natural strength to attempt a proper escape.

“My friends will find you again,” Jace threatens with much more confidence than he feels.

“Will they? We’re blocking your angelic powers - that includes your pesky Parabatai’s attempts to track you.”

Fuck.

Jace’s frustration must show on his face because his captor laughs at that. “We’re going to have fun with you this time.”

Fun, as it turns out, means torture. Jace doesn’t know how long he’s kept there this time because they don’t allow him to sleep, using a taser to shock him awake any time his eyes close for a much-needed reprieve. They use blades, fire, and what Jace suspects has to be warlock magic because it doesn’t feel like any natural sensation he’s experienced before.

This goes on for what feels like days until it’s all he can do to keep from crying any time he so much as breathes too hard. He feels like every single inch of his body is broken or bruised, every nerve alight with pain.

Just when he thinks there’s no end in sight, when he truly gives up and believes that no one is looking for him this time, he hears the telltale signs of a fight coming his way. Too exhausted for hope, Jace feels nothing until he physically sees Alec in front of him, followed once more by Simon, Raphael, and Jordan. It takes him a few seconds to focus and realize that it’s really them - he’s imagined this moment so many times during his captivity that he’s convinced they’re in his head, just another sleep-deprived vision or figment of his imagination.

Jace tries to stand but he physically cannot. His legs tremble and give out beneath him, tears springing to his eyes in a mixture of pain and defeat and relief that his friends haven’t completely abandoned him.

Simon, Raphael, and Jordan take care of the last remaining captor guarding Jace while Alec rushes to him, burning through the ropes holding him with his stele.

“You came back for me,” Jace manages in a voice barely above a whisper. He tries to stand again, vision swimming in and out from the effort. Alec catches him with an arm wrapped around his shoulder and hooked under his armpit just as Jace is about to fall again.

It’s too much effort, though, and soon Jace’s vision fades out, then back in, before finally fading entirely to black.

---

Jace isn’t sure how long he’s unconscious for this time. He wakes up once or twice for a few seconds at a time, trying to piece together the unfamiliar surroundings. A dark room lit only by candles and lamps, rich burgundy curtains… but he’s asleep again before he can figure it out.

When he finally properly comes to, he’s not alone. Simon sits in an armchair across the room staring intently at some sort of hand-held video game until he hears Jace start to stir. Simon quite literally drops the game to the floor and sprints to Jace’s side, grabbing a cup of water from the bedside table and shoving it at Jace.

“Here, drink this. Wait, can you even hold the cup? Do you need me to tip it into your mouth, because I can-”

“Si,” Jace says, voice raspy from disuse. “I can drink water on my own.”

Taking the cup from Simon nearly proves otherwise, but Jace manages to keep his grip and lift the cup just enough to take a sip before putting it back down.

“You’re at the Dumort,” Simon supplies as if reading Jace’s mind. “We figured it’d be the last place anyone looks for you, and the best guarded. Everyone is on alert for anyone or anything out of the ordinary.”

“I should call Alec,” Jace says. “Let him know-”

“He’s here,” Simon says. “He literally just went to the bathroom like, two minutes ago. He’s going to be so pissed he missed you waking up.”

On cue, the door opens and Alec steps through before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of Jace awake and talking.

“Oh thank the Angel,” Alec says, moving to sit on the edge of Jace’s bed and grab for his hand, taking it into his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I was starting to get worried.”

“How long have I been here?” Jace asks.

“Too long,” Raphael answers from the doorway, trailing just behind Alec. “All of you have. I’ve never been more relieved to hear your voice, Wayland. With any luck, it means the lot of you will be leaving soon?”

“I’d love to,” Jordan answers, entering the room behind Raphael.

Jace feels the tears well in his eyes at the realization that they’re all here, taking care of him and watching out for him. He still doesn’t know how long ‘too long’ was, but the fact that they didn’t just drop him off at the Institute and leave him there is more than he can handle in his still embarrassingly fragile state.

Alec spots the tears and turns to the others. “Can we have a minute?”

The others, Raphael especially, are happy to give the two of them a little time alone to talk.

“Alec, I-” Jace starts but trails off. What can he even say that would cover half of what he should say in a moment like this? “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“For yelling at you. For being angry with you for helping me because I couldn’t admit I needed it. For walking away without actually talking. We’re brothers, Alec. We’re Parabatai. We don’t storm off over stupid fights, we talk and work it out. We always do. If I died and you thought I hated you-”

“Jace,” Alec cuts him off. “I never thought you hated me, not for a second. And we’re talking now. I’m always going to be there for you, whether you think you need it or not.”

“I’m still sorry. I was an asshole, and if you hadn’t come for me a second time I would’ve deserved it.”

“No,” Alec shakes his head. “Absolutely not. This is why I’m not even mad at you, not really. You didn’t snap at me because you were mad I helped you, you snapped at me because you were upset you needed help in the first place. You think you deserve bad things that happen to you, but you don’t. And I’ll step in as often as I have to until you believe it, too.”

Jace doesn’t have a response to that besides the slight quiver of his lower lip and the breathy sob that escapes his lips.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Alec,” Jace says after he regains his composure.

“Still be tied up, probably,” Alec quips back, the slightest of lopsided smirks twitching at the corner of his lips.

It’s in that moment Jace knows they’re going to be okay, if they aren’t okay already.

“Can you get the others back in here?” Jace asks, closing his eyes for a few extra minutes while Alec leaves to find Jordan, Simon, and Raphael.

“I wanted to thank you - all of you. Even after I was a complete asshole earlier, you… well, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t go after me again.”

“I’m pretty sure Simon forgave you the second it happened,” Jordan offers. “If it makes you feel better.”

Simon rolls his eyes, but his expression holds a barely-muted fondness that confirms Jordan’s statement.

“I’m sorry,” Jace says. He isn’t sure for what part specifically, or maybe it’s for everything, even the things he’s sure he doesn’t realize he should be apologizing for after the way he’s been lately. Either way, it seems to be enough.

“No worries,” Simon says.

Jordan shrugs. “Comes with the Praetor territory.”

Raphael seems mostly unmoved. “After a few decades, you learn which grudges to hold and which grievances to forgive. Consider yourself forgiven, Herondale.”

Jace knows he’s lucky in more ways than one; not just for how everything played out but for the friends who have his back now and - if his luck continues - for many, many years to come.

#i hope you like the end result! <3 #thanks for the lovely prompt!#alec lightwood #jace herondale #jordan kyle #simon lewis #raphael santiago #angst with a happy ending #kidnapping #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #long post

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tomhollandisabae · 1 year

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lonely- simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

masterlist

fandom; call of duty

summary; after simon had left for his next mission, you were faced with the biggest challenge of your life and you had to get through that all by yourself.

warnings; angst, pregnancy, fluff, mentions of death, english is not my first language

words; idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

a/n; this idea was stuck into my brain since last week and once i couldn't find anything similar to it anywhere to read, i decided to write it myself. also you can send me your requests!!

a/n2; f1 fans please don't come after me i know you're expecting the 2nd part of the story with lewis but i have no motivation to write it😭i'll do it some time, but i don't know when. uni has been draining me out so much.

"please take care of yourself " was the last thing you told simon -your husband - before he left for yet another mission.

now it had been 12 months and there was no sign of him. however, a lot had happened in the past year, but most importantly you had given birth to a beautiful baby girl -all by yourself.

when you had found out that you were expecting, simon was long gone and you had no way to communicate with him. the only thing that you could do was to get through this pregnancy all alone. thank god that maternity leave was a thing, otherwise you had no idea how you could manage having a baby all by yourself.

whatsoever, you couldn't be mad at your husband as a matter of fact that you had found out about your pregnancy only one week after he had left, while the guilt was everyday eating you alive.

you had no idea how he would react though. you were aware of his past and how his father had treated him.

simon is a lovely human being... towards you. he's a sweet, loving and caring husband and you are absolutely sure that he will make a great father.

you had went through a lot during your pregnancy and you could admit that it wasn't an easy one; mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, back pain etc.

the worst part of it all was when you went into labour. you had spent hours and hours trying to bring the little bundle of joy, that you and the love of your life had created together, into this world.

and after many hours of pain and screaming you were finally holding your baby girl in your arms. the first thing that you had noticed about her were her eyes -same as her father's- and that made your eyes well up with tears.

now it had been almost 4 months since you had given birth and the constant stress of taking care of a baby by yourself had tore you apart both physically and emotionally. you were barely sleeping, you had lost your appetite and were actually a walking wreck.

some nights you would spend them in your bed crying yourself to sleep, wishing your husband was here to help you out.

currently, you were taking a shower as you heard your daughter crying. sighing deeply, you got out and wrapped a towel around you as you made your way to the nursery.

you took her in your arms and sat down on the rocking chair, lowering your towel and starting feeding her. once she was fed, you put her back to sleep and went into your room, changing quickly and laying on your bed.

you brought both your arms over your eyes in an attempt to block out any kind of light source and bit on your bottom lip trying not to cry, again.

as your mind wander in different places, you didn't hear the front door opening and closing as well as the heavy footsteps on the staircase.

you only raised your head as you saw your bedroom door opening, revealing your husband.

immediately, you were flooded by many different emotions as you jumped up from the bed and attacked him in a -suffocating- hug.

simon chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms protectively around you and kissed the top of your head.

"i can't believe that you're back." you pulled away for a moment "you're actually back." you embraced him again not having noticed the tears that were spilling from your eyes.

"i'm sorry it took me too long my love" he mumbled on top of your head as he squished you in his arms.

"i missed you" you lifted your head up, looking at him.

"i missed you y/n" he leaned down and slowly brought his lips on top of yours kissing you softly and yet so loving.

sooner or later, however, you broke away as you looked up at him with a huge smile.

"i have to show you something" you said excited and grabbed his hand, leading him out of your bedroom and across the hall way.

you glanced at him anxiously as you slowly opened the door of your baby's room. you turned on the lights and guided simon inside.

you were looking carefully at him as his expression changed from a curious one to a shocked.

"love..." he exclaimed as he turned to look at you while his bottom lip was trembling.

"i found out one week after you left. i had no way to tell you, simon, i'm so sorry" the guilt took over you.

"shh it's okay." he wrapped his arms once again around you as you sobbed into his chest.

"i just... it was awful, simon. first the guilt that there was a way to tell you, but i was too stupid to think about it and second all the pain, the emotions, everything... i just feel so... useless." you cried out.

"hey" he grabbed both your cheeks and looked you in the eye "you're the strongest woman i've ever known in my entire life, y/n. not only for going through a pregnancy and labour by yourself, but also for being able to get through that with being aware of a chance of me never coming back again and yet you got enough courage and look where that brought you love."

it was true. every time he would go on a new mission, the curiosity of his well being would kill you. every single day you were checking you mail for a letter that would be proclaiming your husband dead.

"i love you so much simon" you raised on your tiptoes and buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"i love you more sweetheart." he lifted your head once again and kissed you softly.

you were so grateful for the feeling of his warm, soft lips against yours, kissing them with so much love and care. every single time you would be in his radar, this man would worship the ground you were walking on.

finally, you pulled away with a small smile.

"come on" you guided him towards the crib where the newborn baby was sleeping in soundly.

carefully, you picked her up in your arms and turned towards simon that was looking at his daughter as if she was the most precious thing on earth.

"do you want to hold her?" you suggested.

"i... i don't know how" he admitted and you kissed his cheek smiling.

"that's why i'm here for. i'll show you how." you said and just like that you handed the small baby over to your husband that was feeling as if he was holding the most fragile thing in the world.

"she's... so small." he stroked lightly her rosy cheek with his thump.

what took you aback was that her little hand enveloped his pinky finger, holding it firmly. you gasped and his breath hitched in his throat.

"wow she didn't even do that to me. only knowing you for a few minutes and she's already a daddy's girl." you complained jokingly placing your hands on your hips.

"really doubt that. there's no one better than you." he kissed your forehead and your face broke into a huge smile as you wrapped your arms around your husband, admiring the way your daughter was rested in her father's chest, not really believing that you had finally built a family with the man you loved most in the entire world.

at that moment, you couldn't be more happy.

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod x reader #cod x you #mw2 x reader

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lieutenantfloyd · 1 year

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Ensemble Cast

pairing: Platonic! Task Force 141 (+ Alejandro & Rodolfo) x GN! Reader

words: 660

Summary: Hours into a stakeout, your boredom leads you to ask the everyone the classic hypothetical question, “If they were to make a movie about us, what actor would you want to play you?”

warnings: Lots of fluff and dialogue, found family trope, mentions of injuries, and an implication of angst.

a/n: MW2 is the ultimate found family story, change my mind.

Running your fingers along the edge of the map, your watch caught your eye. 5:14am, the bold digital numerals taunted. you pushed back from the table and made your way across the small room. You quickly scanned for an open spot to sit before finding one along the wall. Settling in with the group, you fought the urge to sigh. Stakeouts, while typically easy work, were never something you particularly enjoyed. A welcome break from the firefight you had been active in the past few weeks, yes, but nonetheless almost entirely boring.

You had been with them for what felt like forever and had long considered the group more like a band of brothers than a task force. Yet even the closest groups of people are bound to experience a lapse in conversation when stuck in a room together for hours on end. Unsurprisingly, a hush had fallen over most of the group more than a few hours ago. Like Ghost, you were more than comfortable with a bit of silence. But as the ninth hour of the stakeout came to a close, you couldn’t help but ignore your growing itch for conversation.

“If they were to make a movie about us, what actor would you want to play you?”

The question escaped you almost absentmindedly. The result of your brain slipping into semi-auto pilot. The words simultaneously cut Soap’s quiet one-sided ramblings short and introduced a bit of spirit and levity to everyone. You felt the room fall into a moment of quiet consideration, as the men began using the same war strategist intensity that was hard wired into their brains to figure out what Hollywood star they felt was most like themselves. Hypotheticals were a more than welcome break from going over the intel for the umpteenth time, or worse, being forced to listen to the vocalization of whatever popped into Soap’s mind.

With a groan, Captain price shifted his position in the stiff plastic chair he occupied. Trading his relaxed posture for sitting at attention in anticipation of everyone’s answer. A few moments passed before he spoke up. “Easy. Hugh Grant.” He started before taking a dramatic drag from his cigar. “A classic British gentleman after my own heart.”. Even through the darkness, you could see the playful glint in his eye. Price’s answer earned a range of amusement from the group and a full-bodied laugh from soap. “I’d want either James Mcavoy or… that guy from Game of Thrones.” Soap grinned. “Jon Snow!” Gaz snorted. “For me..” He started ”I know he’s not an actor, but I’ve been mistaken for Lewis Hamilton once or twice before, so probably him. What about you, Alejandro?” “I’d play myself. Why hire an actor when you can have the real thing?” Alejandro chimed in. “¿Y usted?” Alejandro said, elbowing Rodolfo. “No estoy seguro… ¿Maybe Mario Lopez?” “¡Vaya! Looks like Rudy’s feeling confident!” Alejandro chuckled, earning a smile and a slightly bashful look from Rudy. “What about you, LT?” Simon simply shrugged. Clearly not impressed by the current conversation. “Well. we could always dress up one of those twelve foot skeleton decorations and have you do the voiceover.” Soap snickered.

A moment passed before everyone, Simon included, burst into laughter.

Seeing everyone fall apart to such a dumb joke left you giggling right along with them, almost unable to contain yourself.

For years you found it strange how much joy you felt in moments like this—sitting in a dark and musty shack, laughing and cracking jokes alongside your rag tag group of soldiers. Yet you couldn't ignore how these moments brought up a near forgotten sensation; a syrupy sweetness in your chest. A feeling synonymous with those of love and what it meant to finally belong somewhere. The feeling of finally finding a family. Because what is a family, if not a cast of characters - often beaten, more than a little broken, and almost always bloody - who still choose to form glimmers of light in a world of dark?

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g-xix · 5 months

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Sidemen Masterlist

☁️= fluff, 🔞= smut, 💢 = angst

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Send litr anything in thru the inbox n i'll write it (or not)... No promises it'll be done any time soon tho :DD

writing for: Tobi Brown, Harry Lewis, JJ Olatunji

Tobi TBJZL Brown

"20 v 1" - where Tobi is subject to a 20 v 1 and finds one date a lot more interesting than the rest... ☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞"Charity Match" - Whereby as Tobi pulls his top of victoriously after the charity match, someone notices a few seemingly suspicious markings over his body... 🔞"GTA n BJ's" - A oneshot story in which Tobi learns that teasing his girlfriend and expecting her not to retaliate is a bigger mistake than he could ever even begin to imagine... 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" - super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Simon mini-Minter

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" ☁️"Scrambled Eggs." - Platonic, JJ x reader x Deji x Simon oneshot inspired by "World's hardest cooking challenge" Sidemen Sunday, whereby Deji, JJ, Simon and Y/n come home from school and see the Olatunji parents aren't home, and try to cook something. Emphasis on the try... ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Ethan BEHZINGA Payne

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Josh ZERKAA Bradley

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞"Anniversary" - Happy anniversary! Too bad that whilst Josh tries to enjoy a romantic restaurant date, you're all too riled up and escalate the sexual tension across the table until the two of you can't stand it anymore- so much so that you don't even manage to make it home before you're naked 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

JJ KSI Olatunji

☁️💢"Chocolate eyes" - Why is jealousy the emotion it took for JJ to finally admit his feelings for you? | Brother's best friend!OC ☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞"Quarter-to" - JJ just cannot keep it in his pants and wait until after dinner reservations to fuck you- can you need to race against time to get yourselves off and get to your that restaurant in time? 🔞"KSI NSFW alphabet" 🔞"Seven Minutes in Heaven" - Seven minutes. Locked in a cramped, confined closet with the man you'd been teasing all night, merciless to his touch for those savoured seven minutes where your friends can hear everything within those four thin, wooden walls. ☁️"Scrambled Eggs." - Platonic, JJ x reader x Deji x Simon oneshot inspired by "World's hardest cooking challenge" Sidemen Sunday, whereby Deji, JJ, Simon and Y/n come home from school and see the Olatunji parents aren't home, and try to cook something. Emphasis on the try... 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" - super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Vik VIKKSTAR123 Barn

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

Harry W2S Lewis

☁️"How the Sidemen (& more) would react to seeing you crying" 🔞W2S NSFW alphabet 💢"Pregnant" - Careless sex turns into something more serious which has you panicking over how the hell Harry will accept it... 🔞"Threesome" - W2s x reader x ChrisMD in a post-pub drunken mess of horny brains and hard cocks 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 1" - You're too horny to wait for Harry to finish his recording with Chris, Will and Stephen, yet come to realise the consequences to the impatience of your actions... Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Lockdown vids pt 2" - When Will and Chris catch you two fucking whilst on a Discord call, and just can't help but join... Part of [KINKTOBER] 🔞"Eating out Headcanons" - Sidemen Headcanons of what the boys would be like giving you cunnilingus 🔞"Getting their ass ate HC's" - super brief HC's of the SDMN getting their ass eaten ☁️"Harry Potter x Sidemen AU headcanons" - goofy lil headcanons of the Sidemen in an alternate, Harry Potter n Hogwarts Universe

looking for someone you can't find? Head back to the main masterlist to check out the other masterlists to see if the person you're looking for is there! Don't be scared to send a message via DMs or thru the inbox if you need any help xx

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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side-character-syndrome · 5 months

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An actual coherent RP listing

Heyooo I decided to make a post for my interests and fandoms separate to my other one. this one with the goal to be a little more organized.

My name is Becca and I have been writing for the better part of my life (since I was 10 and cringe and am now in mid twenties). I have a bit of an ADHD hyperfixation problem so I love diving into my favorite characters and stories. Its one of the greatest forms of entertainment as an adultish person.

I love writing angst and fluff but I dont write smut. Im asexual so it just doesnt really appeal to me. I dont mind slight intimacy. I can do any length but I prefer to plan and talk with partners before deciding on anything!

Im hoping to find some discord communities and a variety of partners from different verses. Usually the characters I choose are quite popular so I find that they are often taken on all of the servers I have tried thus far.

Anywayyyy without futher ado heres a list of my main peoples but I can branch off especially when it comes to marvel.

Marvel: Peter Parker (any), Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, Bucky Barnes, Miles Morales, Steven Grant/Marc Spector

DC: barry allen, dick grayson, billy batson,jason todd

Grishaverse: Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Nico D'Angelo

Hazbin Hotel: Charlie, Alastor, Lucifer

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Anakin Skywalker, Cal Kestis

Shadowhunters: Jace Herondale, Julian Blackthorn, Will Herondale, Simon Lewis, James Herondale, Matthew Fairchild

Atla: Zuko, Sokka, Aang

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger,James Potter

The Artful Doger: Jack Dawkins

Julie and the Phantoms: Luke Patterson

Danny Phantom: Danny Fenton, Dani Masters

HTTYD: Hiccup Haddock III

Sherlock BBC: Sherlock

Disney: Mal Descendants

Umbrella Academy: Five

Stranger things: Will Byers, Steve Harrington

Doctor Who: Clara, Eleventh Doctor

Lockwood and Co: Anthony Lockwood

FNAF Movie: Mike Schmidt

There is honestly probably moreeee and im not guaranteeing I have muse for all of these at once but I thought it would be a good share.

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soulofapatrick · 1 month

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Giving in to Desires - Simon Lewis x Female Reader

Summary: Training with Simon gets a bit hot and heavy

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

As I spar with Simon in the training room, his newly acquired vampire speed still leaves him somewhat clumsy. Despite his efforts, I manage to land a few taps with the metal training pole, each one eliciting the cutest laughter from him. His laughter is like music to my ears, filling the room with a sense of joy and lightness.

Simon makes a dash towards me, his vampire speed propelling him forwards and I try to sidestep his advance, having used my speed rune before we started. But, in a sudden movement, he sticks out his foot, catching me off guard and sending me sprawling to the ground. With a startled gasp, I feel myself falling, but instinctively, I reach out and grab onto Simon, pulling the flailing man down with me.

We land in a tangled heap, his weight pressing against me with a solid ‘oof’. For a moment, everything seems to stand still as I feel his body close to mine. His unneeded breath is coo; against my skin, and I can feel my heart rate increase slightly.

As we lie there, entangled on the ground, I take a moment to study Simon’s features. His tousled brown hair falling slightly in his face, and his dark eyes sparking with amusement despite our awkward predicament/ His features hold a boyish charm that never fails to captivate me.

I can feel my heart jackhammering in my chest as I resist the overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss him. It's as if my heart aches with longing, yearning for a connection that transcends the boundaries of friendship.

But, instead of succumbing to the temptation, I focus on the task at hand. With determination, I hook a leg around one of his and use my momentum to flip us over. As we untangle ourselves and I climb to my feet again, I can't help but steal a glance at Simon. Despite the slight flush on his cheeks from our tumble, he wears a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. In that moment, I'm reminded of why I'm drawn to him, why every moment spent in his presence feels like a gift.

With a determined spark in my eyes, I throw aside the training stick and raise my fists, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Simon. His playful grin widens into a smile that momentarily catches me off guard, but I quickly shake off the distraction, focusing on the task at hand.

As we circle each other, a charged energy fills the air, crackling with anticipation. Every move Simon makes is fluid and deliberate, his vampire reflexes lending him an almost supernatural grace. But I refuse to back down, meeting his gaze head-on as we exchange playful banter amidst our combat.

With every punch thrown and dodge maneuverer, I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses to a razor-sharp edge. Simon’s laughter rings out as we trade blows, a melody that drives me forward with renewed determination.

Despite the intensity of our training, there's an undeniable undercurrent of flirtation between us. Our movements are filled with teasing touches and lingering gazes, each exchange fuelling the fire that burns between us. It's as if the boundaries between sparring partners and something more blur with each passing moment, leaving us both intoxicated by the electric connection we share.

Suddenly, Simon catches me off guard with a swift move he could only have ever learnt off Jace, he manages to twist one of my wrists behind my back and presses me against the wall. His solid figure flush against my back, sending a jolt of electricity through me as I feel the coolness radiating from him.

I gasp in surprise as his sudden manoeuvre leaves me pinned and at his mercy, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. With his nose dragging along my jugular he whispers, “You're quite the challenge, you know that?" His voice is laced with a playful undertone, sending a thrill coursing through me. "But I wouldn't have it any other way," he adds, his words dripping with flirtation, causing my heart to race even faster.

Caught between the wall and his firm hold, I struggle to regain my composure, my mind spinning with a heady mixture of desire and exhilaration. Every inch of my skin tingles with anticipation, craving the electrifying touch of his lips against mine.

“S-Si…” I choke out, my breath catching in my throat as his lips, cold and plump, press against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. It's as if he's trying to hold himself back, the restraint palpable in his touch. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, exposing my neck to him. His icy hands release my wrist, instead resting gently on my hips, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My chest heaves with exertion and anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desires.

This side of Simon is unlike anything I've ever seen before, but I find myself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his touch. His closeness fills me with a sense of longing and yearning, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

As Simon spins me around, his strong arms framing my body with his, I feel a rush of emotions flood through me. His closeness, the heat of his body pressed against mine, sends my senses into overdrive. I’m consumed by a fierce longing and yearning, a desire that threatens to overwhelm me.

When I hear him ask if he's reading the situation wrong, those words are all it takes for my restraint to snap. Without a second thought, I find myself gripping his messy locks, pulling him closer with an urgency I can't contain.

Our lips meeting a messy kiss, teeth clacking and tongues clashing. The air crackles with electricity as the heat between us ignites a passionate inferno, consuming us both in its fiery embrace. It's a kiss born from the depths of longing and desire, a culmination of the unspoken tension that has simmered between us for far too long.

As our mouths meld together, I'm enveloped in the heady scent of Simon. It's a tantalising mixture of earthiness and something uniquely him, a scent that intoxicates my senses and leaves me craving more. Despite his vampire nature, there's a gentleness in his touch, a careful tenderness that belies his newfound strength.

His lips, cool and soft, move against mine with a delicate precision, as if he's afraid to break the fragile connection between us. Every brush of his lips sends shivers down my spine, igniting a passionate fervour within me that I can't contain.

As we lose ourselves in the intensity of our kiss, a low whistle suddenly pierces the air, making us jump apart, our faces flushing crimson with embarrassment. My heart races as I turn to see Jace, Clary, Alec, and Izzy standing there, varying expressions of amusement and surprise etched on their faces.

Izzy, always quick with a remark, can't help but quip, "Well, well, well, looks like the training room has turned into a bedroom for lovebirds." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes that tells me she's secretly enjoying the spectacle.

I feel a pang of embarrassment wash over me as I realise that our private moment has been interrupted by our friends. But despite the awkwardness of the situation, there's a sense of camaraderie among us, a bond that transcends even the most embarrassing of moments.

As we gather ourselves and attempt to regain our composure, I exchange a sheepish glance with Simon, our eyes silently communicating the shared understanding of the unexpected turn of events. And as we prepare to face our friends, I can't help but feel grateful for their presence, knowing that no matter what challenges may come our way, we'll always have each other's backs.

“Duly noted.” Simon nods, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before he’s grinning and winking at me, “Why don’t you show me your room?”

“Simon!”

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w2soneshots · 2 months

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Friends? -W2S

Words: 1.3k+

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, mention of a break up, friends with benefits. (I think that’s it?)

In which you and Harry start a new relationship but he breaks your heart.

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y/username: my weekend❤️ @wrotoshaw @miniminter

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taliamar: stunning😍😍

-> y/username: me or @miniminter ??

miniminter: I look like a neek

y/nfanpage21: the shoes🔥🤍

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-> user91245750: no you can see other people there.

I've been best friends with Simon for as long as I can remember. We hit it off during school, I supported him when he first started YouTube, I introduced him and Talia and have always been the one person he actually talks to about things. Simon is a surprisingly closed off person, so when he cried into my arms because him and Talia were struggling I knew I'd finally broken down that wall.

When he began the Sidemen channel and moved into the house he shared with Vik, Josh and JJ we grew apart slightly. He was so busy: constantly streaming, making videos, editing those videos and his sleep schedule was royally fucked up. He had no time to hang out or even give me a call. But once he met Talia it began to change and I quickly found myself back in his life like nothing had happened.

I soon became good friends with the rest of the boys as I came around to the house more. I especially enjoyed Harry's company, he's funny, slightly awkward until you get to know him and he's very fit (which helps). As the years went by our friendships became stronger even as people began building their own lives with girlfriends, pets and even kids.

Almost 2 months ago while on a night out me and Harry got a little closer than friends should be... aka we fucked. The next morning I woke up next to him in my bed and slightly freaked out. But after that night it happened again and again until one morning as we sat lying next to each other, my head resting on his sheet covered chest we decided we were labelled as friends with benefits. I wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea but what else could I do? Tell him I was sorta starting to catch feelings... no way.

Another 2 months later... we have now been fucking, whenever one of us needed a release after a long day or just someone to hold them while they drifted off to sleep, for around four months. One day I woke up to a phone call from Simon. Me and Simon tell each other everything, we always try and find the time for a phone call at the end of the day or whenever anything big happens the other person is always one of the first to know. So it was no surprise he was very aware of mine and Harry's... situation. I answered the call "hello?" I said groggily through the phone. "Hey y/n... Harry-" he said hesitantly. "What about Harry?" I asked slightly pissed off that I was woken up from my deep sleep.

"His ex... she's back." he said. I was quiet for a second. Harry's ex abruptly up and left him almost a year and a half ago. She didn't give him a proper reason and he was left broken. "What do you mean she's back? Does Harry know?" I asked rapidly. "Woah woah, yes he knows... he told me he's getting back with her." he said the last part with pity in his voice. I felt as though all of the air in my lungs disappeared along with the oxygen in my bedroom. I blinked and a single tear rolled down my cheek. "y/n?" Simon said softly. I glanced down to my phone and clicked the red decline button.

As soon as I put the phone down I burst into tears. In that moment I knew I'd fallen hard for Harry Lewis. I was so confused on how he could completely disregard the past few months with me and get back together with the person who left him broken for everyone else to pick up the pieces. Almost an hour later there was a knock on my door. I signed and stood from my bed. Once I got to my front door I cracked it open to see Simon and Talia stood there. Talia also knew about me and Harry since she caught us making out in the back of a club so I told her the rest.

Simon opened his arms and I fell into them and began sobbing again. I broke away a minute later once I calmed down. Talia gently rubbed circles with her hands on my back as we sat on the couch. "How could he get back with her after what she did to him?" I said quietly. Simon spoke up "he told Behz that she just got scared of how serious they were getting so left, but I'm not one hundred percent sure about that." I looked up "he could have at least told me before I had to find out from you." I said fiddling with my hands. "I'm sure he just didn't want to hurt you." Talia said trying to think of any positive. "I would have found out ether way." I said.

They left soon after and I sat holding myself on my couch while I watched a movie. Then when 5 o'clock hit I ordered myself a Nando's, ate it and fell asleep on the couch. The next morning I woke up and took a long hot shower, got dressed into a sweat set and left my apartment.

I got the lift down into the car garage below my building and found my car. I hopped in and drove to Boots to pick up my click and collect package. After I picked that up I decided to go to Asda to pick up some stuff since I was in need of a food shop. I was wondering down the isles when I got a phone call from Faith... "hello." I said once I answered the call. "Hey, you ok?" She asked. "Uh ye, I'm just in Asda." I replied. "Oh ok, just because I heard about- um Harry's ex and I knew you too sorta had something." she said. "Wait what? You knew?" I said slightly flustered. "y/n. Everyone knew it was obvious." she said. "Shit."

After my phone call with Faith I paid for my food, packed my car and drove home. As I walked towards my apartment, three bags full of groceries in hand, I spotted someone sat next to my door. "Harry?" I said as he stood. "Hey." he said. I stared at him wide eyed "what are you doing here?" "I just- I- I need to talk to you." he said nervously. I sighed "come in."

Harry sheepishly walked into my apartment and we stood in the kitchen. I put the bags down and began unpacking them into the fridge and cupboards. Harry stayed silent until I was finished. I sighed and placed my hands on the counter that Harry stood on the other side of. "Listen, if you're coming here for a quick fuck then-" I started. "What- no- I- I just came um- to apologise." he said and I furrowed my brows. "What?" I said confused. "I broke it off completely with my ex... I just couldn't believe she was back- I was so stupid, I took her back immediately but last night I realised that she wrecked me and I'd already moved on and also that I loved someone else," he said and finally looked up at me properly... "you, I love you."

"You do?" I asked stunned. He nodded "it's okay if you don't feel the same but I just needed to tell you." I walked around the counter and stood in front of him "I love you too Harry."

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zodiyack · 8 months

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eltoshaw · 1 month

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NAVIGATION- eltoshaw's masterlist

🫶-fluff ❤️‍🩹-angst 💋-smut

❀ chaos crew

George Clarke

1 year-ig au 🫶

Arthur Hill

Arthur Frederick (atv)

holidays with you-ig au 🫶

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Ethan Payne (behzinga)

Simon Minter (miniminter)

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khaleesiofalicante · 6 months

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ummm, am I the only one who didn't understand your Silverstone joke at all? Dani, love, please elaborate on the jokes sometimes, for us fossil people(yk, coz we live under a rock. Okay, the joke sounded funnier in my head. Okay, I sound like Simon from Shadowhunters s1.)

Also, imagine a mix of iwfy and tlnd. Assholedeus is the current governor of NY. Alec is a candidate for the governor elections. Magnus is Asmo's hot lawyer son. Alec has like high changes of becoming governor. Asmo is not happy about that. He kind of shows up at alec's office, and tries to threaten him to back out from elections. Now, Shinyun is Asmo's Kadir(I forgot Kadir's post in tlnd, sorry). Shinyun hates Asmo but is kinda stuck with him. Her and Magnus both don't want Asmo to be reelected. They decide to make a plan and team up with the opposition (aka Alec). She does research and shit on him, and one day, they show up at his office with a proposal to help him take out Asmo. (Cue Magnus screaming to Shinyun later WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS HOTTT). Alec and Magnus team up, and they start digging up stuff from Asmo's past, to discredit him, and so that it's easier for him to lose elections. While digging they find Asmo got Magnus Mom killed (for angst), Magnus confronts Asmo, some shit happens. In the process of all this shit, horny hoes also make an appearance (they're malec, of course they'll be horny) shinyun is like done with their pining, and she's like I will glue your lips together if y'all don't kiss, I can't take the sexual tension between you two anymore. We also get to see Shinyun+Alec brotp and them being a badass duo, and just being Magnus's biggest protestors. In the middle, Asmo also pulls some shit to defame Alec (which hits him hard) but Magnus with his beautiful beautiful brain maybe does something to turn it around and make Alec the good guy( Alec is ready to have his babies, but idiot still hasn't told Magnus his feelings). Okay, then shit hits the fan(and maybe something angsty happens) and we finally get Malec confession, with the entire angry love confession (yk the one where one of them screams BECAUSE I LOVE YOU). In the end, Alec ends up killing Asmo, they cover it up and frame someone else( maybe Valentine) then Alec becomes governor, Magnus is a hot shot lawyer, Shinyun is a badass and they live happily ever after (just kidding, after a few years, someone uncovers that Alec murdered asmo and angst 2.0 starts)

Silverstone is a formula 1 reference (it's home race track of lewis hamilton hehe)

AND BRO. BROOOOOOO.

THIS IS A WHOLEASS FIC. OMG. YOU GOTTA WRITE IT. SOMEONE'S GOTTA WRITE IT.

We def need more fics with Alec, Magnus, Shinyun!!!!

#something so sexy about lawyer magnus oof.#tlnd #iwfy #my fics #malec

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vampireposter · 6 months

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i do think it makes sense to interpret vampirism as being disabling, and it’s a very interesting place to go in fiction with untapped potential. focusing heavily on the limitations of a vampire character changes the tone and opens up the question of “would you really trade anything to be turned?” when i feel a lot of longtime vampire appreciators including myself have become accustomed to saying yes without difficulty.

the sunlight restriction is the strongest part, because i think the core of it is exclusion from the “normal” world. if vampires have only from sunset to sunrise to interact with the world, they are socially isolated. how do they integrate with society when they can only participate in nightlife and 24-hour businesses? what if they have a personality best suited to saturday morning potlucks? they must spend so much time alone. they must move past locked buildings at night and wonder what it would be like to be welcomed inside.

feeding on blood & only blood has a lot of parallels with dietary restrictions and allergies. it sucks to be left out of everyone else’s mealtime bonding because you physically can’t join them. maybe they indulge you, set an empty plate out for you, or find some last-minute snack that’s safe enough for you, but you can’t participate. i have spent a lot of time hiding my restrictions. it is an art. order a drink, lie that you’re not too hungry, rush through the menu for something you can either tolerate or make it look like you’ve eaten. immortal vampires would be masters of this, hiding their shame.

for those who don’t want to kill/bite, blood bags have an obvious medical feeling. i like when media shows the vampires breaking into the hospital or running a fake blood drive, it’s silly and there’s intrigue in the contrast between monster & medicine. i would be very interested to see the medical nature of blood bags explored more. i have a vampire character who gets most of his nutrition through IV transfusions, and struggles with the feeling that he’s lost the ability to actually eat instead of just be sustained in an indefinite animation. it is another kind of isolation, a lost marker of humanity but also life. living things eat, dead things don’t, undead things occupy the unpleasant space between.

aversion to religion is something i like in vampire fiction & wish was more present. i found simon lewis in the mortal instruments’ experiences as a jewish vampire, who was magically prevented from finding comfort in that when he most needed it, to be very compelling. i have so many opinions about true blood but i was fascinated by the church-vampire dynamic in the earlier part of the show. what would different religious groups think about vampires? what would a vampire with your beliefs do if they very suddenly were incapable of accessing faith? do you know where the wheelchair accessible seats in your place of worship are? would your vampire hover by the doorstep and listen in? it’s isolating, humiliating, there’s so much dread and angst to tap into.

i like playing with ideas for odd biological quirks that the vampires would forget about, because they’re so insignificant, until it becomes another marker of their difference. dead bodies don’t conduct electricity properly for touch screens. voice-control and similar adaptive equipment would be helpful for them, if they’re connected to society enough to know it exists. do they sleep, and if so, is it the same as in life? i think twilight-style constantly awake vampires would be profoundly mentally affected by the lack of rest. a vampire who can’t dream during sleep, but who can read minds, might spend the nights looking for dreams to experience parasitically. i have a character whose body physically dies every time he “sleeps,” and his expectation that this natural function will disgust his human partner creates a literal distance between them in bed/coffin.

i see similarities with non-physical disabilities, too. heightened senses would be overwhelming without coping skills. a permanently fixed body, unchangeable, would exacerbate any existing dysmorphia or dysphoria. extremely long lifespans might cause memory issues, difficulty with appropriate social behavior, atypical styles of thinking, or trouble forming emotional attachments. i have a vampire from the late roman empire whose modern human friends have decided is not being rude on purpose, he’s just autistic with PTSD. there’s conflict between his understanding of himself as an inherently pained monster vs. the friends’ push for him to accept his differences and learn coping mechanisms.

actual disabilities in fiction are very much worth exploring, but sometimes that is too close to my reality to be an enjoyable read. vampirism lets the story be escapist even while it addresses the real world’s human worries.

#i am doing better emotionally after having my vampire fiction moment #so what if i am officially genetically abnormal. iulius from new rome does not even have genes anymore so i am doing better than him #vampireposted #my writing #writeblr #vampire #vampire oc

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