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Masterlist

Nathan Young // Misfits

Pros and Cons 10 years in waiting Homesick Pancake Day Happy (Almost) Anniversary What Could Go Wrong? One Day / Part Two more than meets the eye Wait, Not Yet Nightgown

Simon Lewis // The Mortal Instruments

Game Night Suck it up, Vampire To See Him Again 1. “how much did you drink?” 12. “how did you get in here?” 15. “yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.” 3.“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”, 4.“it doesn’t matter anymore.”, 18.“what about us?”

Ivan McCormick // Killing Bono

Blackout Rain in the Jealousy Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Sean Falco // Bad Samaritan

green is the colour Spring Cleaning 25. “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

Nikolai // The Song of Sway Lake

8. “okay, where are all my jumpers?” Vintage Dresses

Billy Delaney // Me and Mrs Jones

Foggy Mornings

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Congratulations and also belated Happy Birthday! 💖 May I request 23 + Nathan?

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits

14. Nightgown

When you heard the lock turn you quickly jumped onto the bed, making sure the silk nightgown was still covering you despite being only loosely tied.

“In here,” you called in reply to his greeting. Your heart raced in anticipation of his response to your small surprise, concerned that his reaction wouldn’t be as enthusiastic as you had hoped. You quickly learned that there had been no need to be worried, Nathan’s face lighting up as soon as his eyes landed on you.

“Well, hello there,” he smirked, and with two long strides he was next to you.

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the vintage dresses prompt is just begging for a Nikolai request

Nikolai x Reader // The Song of Sway Lake

14. Vintage Dress

“You don’t think it’s a bit much?” you asked Nikolai, examining the vintage gown he had gifted you for the party you had agreed to attend that evening.

“Ты самая красивая*,” he replied, the Russian phrase being one of the few that you knew due to how frequently you had heard it in the years you had been together.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his chin on your shoulder. The way his eyes admired your reflection made you feel, even for a moment, as beautiful as he always told you you were.

*Ti sahmahyah krahseevahyah (You are the most beautiful)

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some cuddly foggy mornings with billy?

Billy Delaney x Reader // Me and Mrs Jones

2. Foggy Mornings

The bed dipped as you felt Billy climbing back in, his cool skin causing you to shiver as he wrapped himself around you. You leaned into him despite it, forcing your eyes open. Though the curtains had been opened, the usual view was hidden by a thick fog that made you want to skip work and go back to sleep, but you knew it wasn’t possible.

“Morning,” Billy said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he passed you a steaming mug. You grumbled in response, taking a sip, the warmth from the drink and your love for the man who had made it enough to fight off the autumnal chill.

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Hi!, may I request 3, 4, 18 angst , from the prompt list, for Simon? I love what you write ♥️

Spoilers for City of Heavenly Fire (even though it's been out for years but just in case).

I used the scene where Asmodeus takes Simon's immortality and memories. Takes place before To See Him Again.

Simon Lewis x Reader // The Mortal Instruments

3.“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”, 4.“it doesn’t matter anymore.”, 18.“what about us?”

Word Count: 613

“His memories,” said Asmodeus. Those two words shattered your whole world. Everyone else began to protest, but you simply sat there, staring at Simon’s back as he spoke to the demon before him. You felt too weak to argue, having spent the last few days barely clinging on to life, but the awareness that the best and brightest part of it would be lost if you didn’t say something was just enough to push you to your feet.

“Simon,” you pleaded, quieter than the voices of your friends around you, but Simon heard, turning to meet your eyes. He looked so broken, but you could tell that he had made his decision, and nothing was going to change his mind. That wasn’t going to stop you from trying though. “Please, don’t do this.” He walked towards you, taking your face into his hands, his forehead pressed to yours.

“I have to, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.” You knew it was unfair, that if there was any other choice he wouldn’t do it. But you were desperate.

“Of course I care about you, that’s why I have to do this.”

“But what about…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he cut you off, already knowing what you were going to say and knowing that he wouldn’t be strong enough to hear you say it. He couldn’t hear about all the plans and promises you had made, the late night ramblings of two love-struck teenagers who believed they had an eternity together.

“What about us?” Your voice cracked as you asked the question, tears finally breaking free and sliding down your cheeks. Simon gently wiped them away as he lifted his forehead from yours, looking into your eyes.

“Come find me, I promise I’ll fall in love with you again. I will always fall in love with you, y/n.” He pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head and turned away, walking back to face the demon without even one last glance in your direction, something which you weren’t sure whether you were grateful for. A part of you needed him to look at you one last time, with all the recognition of childhood friends who had grown into so much more, but the other part of you, the part that was barely keeping you from completely breaking down, knew that you wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

“I’m ready,” he said and Asmodeus smiled. You turned away, not wanting to watch the boy you love forget who you are, but when Simon cried out in pain, you couldn’t help but look. A thick mist swirled around him, surrounding him with images of a life he would never remember. Memories of long school days and warm summers spent together, of lakes and coffee and music. Memories of your relationship; a confession of love, your first kiss. Memories which you shared and some which you had forgotten. It was strange to see yourself through the eyes of someone else, to realise that they saw you with so much brightness, admiration and love. It was something that most craved, but you would’ve given anything to not have seen it. The pain of knowing that the next time he saw you, if there ever were to be a next time, he would only see you as a stranger was excruciating. You barely registered the world falling apart around you, dragging you away and dropping you back on Earth. When you hit the floor, you were back on familiar ground, surrounded by familiar faces, but you only felt lost and alone. You had won, but you felt utterly defeated.

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“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.” (this prompt has Sean’s name all over it) 💛

This is actually my second attempt at this one but I think it came out a lot better than the first. Inspired by me spending the last four days reading outside.

Sean Falco x Reader (kinda) // Bad Samaritan

25. “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

Word Count: 757

For as much as people claim to be individuals, as soon as the sun comes out they all have the same thought, flocking to the local park for picnics, games or just to relax in whatever way suited them. For Sean, relaxing meant a camera in hand, free to photograph whatever caught his eye with no pressure to create something new and groundbreaking. This meant a lot of trees, the pond and all the birds and bugs that sat on top of it, and the people who were too caught up in their own universes to notice the man with the camera pointed at them.

When his stomach began to growl, reminding him that taking photos of other people’s lunches wasn’t sustainable, he wandered into the quieter area of the park to find himself an empty patch of shade. As he took a bite of the sandwich he’d picked up on his way, something, or more like someone, caught his attention. A girl, who looked to be around the same age as himself, was sitting one tree over, her legs stretched out and crossed over as she leant back against the tree. She was sitting close enough that he could have spoken to her if he wanted, but she was engrossed in the book sitting in her lap, her mouth falling open slightly as her eyes frantically skimmed over the page. While her one hand held the book open, her fingers expertly placed to prevent the breeze from blowing them over, the other hand absently scratched the head of the dog sleeping next to her.

There wasn’t anything particularly different about this girl to the dozens he had already seen that day, other than while they were all wrapped up in their own worlds, she was lost in the one inside that book, oblivious to the one going on around her. Or at least he thought, until she spoke.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” Sean was startled by the sudden statement though her eyes never left the page, making him question whether she’d even spoken at all. It wasn’t until she looked up, an eyebrow raised at him, that he was sure that she definitely had. Despite the embarrassment of being caught staring at her, he continued to do it, now noticing the colour of her eyes as they stared back at him, challenging him.

“Can I?” he asked, blindly reaching for his camera.

“What?” The tone of her voice woke the dog, who looked up at their owner with concern. She patted their head, calming them down and said to Sean in a much calmer voice, “why would you want a picture of me?”

Sean shrugged, not sure what the best explanation would be that wouldn’t make him sound like a creep. “I’m a photographer. I’ve just been shooting anything that catches my eye.”

“And I caught your eye?” Sean could tell she thought he was flirting, if only he could tell if she was into it. Not that this had been his intention, but where was the harm in seeing how it would go. It had been a while since he’d even thought about trying to date, but everything had been fine for a while now and it would be good for him to get back to normal.

“Well, I’ve been told I have an eye for beauty.” The girl let out a laugh, though it was more her saying “ha” than an actual laugh. Despite this less than ideal response, she was blushing and fighting back a smile, encouraging Sean to continue. “Read your book, pretend I’m not here.”

After some hesitation, she picked up the book, trying her hardest to look like she was reading it, but her eyes kept flicking up to him.

“Stop looking.”

“It’s hard to act like you’re not there when I know you’re there,” she argued, smiling. He took a picture.

“I’ll just have to sit here until you forget,” he shrugged, leaning back against the tree.

“That could take a while.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty unforgettable.” She laughed properly this time, her smile wide and her eyes scrunched shut. He took another picture.

“Since we’re going to be waiting a while, you should probably buy me a drink,” she said, and it was Sean’s turn to fight back a smile.

“Well, that only seems fair.”

It was probably way too premature, but Sean felt that that moment was going to be the start of something amazing, and he was glad to have captured it.

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i dont know if he would actually say jumpers but “okay, where are all my jumpers?” with nikolai? (im just gonna pretend that the movie didnt take place in summer so that we would actually have an excuse to see a cozy nikolai)

This isn't one I would've picked for Nikolai but I'm glad you did because now I'm just going to be thinking about cozy Nikolai all the time.

Nikolai x Reader // The Song of Sway Lake

8. “okay, where are all my jumpers?”

Word Count: 548

It was officially winter at Sway Lake. The water was frozen, the ground was covered in snow, and the tourists were gone. The only people who remained were you, Ollie, Nikolai and the half a dozen townspeople who weren’t fortunate enough to afford a second home somewhere much more suited to the cold weather. You were standing at the edge of the lake, the snow up to your ankles, a steaming mug gripped between your numb fingers, wearing as many layers as physically possible and yet it still wasn’t enough to keep the cold out. Ollie had called you insane for coming out here every morning but you enjoyed watching the sunrise as you drank your coffee. You loved the feel of the fresh snow as it crunched under your boots, creating footsteps you knew would be gone by the next day. You loved the way the frozen water glistened in the sunlight, and the way the snow sparkled as it felt heat for the first time. Contrary to popular opinion, you preferred the winter to summer. It was so much more peaceful, and time seemed to stand still as there was nothing to do until spring, when preparations for the summer would begin. Though, as much as you loved it, you were human and could only withstand the cold for so long. As you reached the bottom of your drink, you made your way back towards the house, ready to take a long soak in a nice, warm bath.

You closed your eyes as you relaxed in the warmth of the water, sinking deeper in, enjoying the feeling of it warming your bones. Ollie had a record playing in another room, just loud enough for you to hear it, though it wasn’t anything you recognised. You could’ve fallen asleep right there if the bathroom door hadn’t suddenly slammed open, Nikolai storming in.

“Okay, where are all my jumpers?” he questioned, standing over the tub. You made no attempt to cover yourself, he had seen you naked plenty of times before, and he wasn’t even looking at your body right now, his eyes narrowed on you in an accusatory manner.

“I don’t know, where did you put them?” He shook his head, storming out the bathroom only to return a few seconds later, the jumper you had been wearing that morning in hand.

“You take them,” he declared, holding up the jumper as evidence.

“You gave me that one,” you argued, closing your eyes again, hoping he would take the hint that you wanted to be alone. He didn’t, continuing to stand over you.

“It is cold, I need jumper.”

“Just take that one then,” you told him. He huffed in response, but he finally left the bathroom.

When you came down from your bath, you found Nikolai sitting in front of the fireplace. He was wearing your jumper, wrapped in a large blanket as he talked to Ollie across the room. It was rare for him to be doing nothing, usually finding something that needed to be fixed or, in some cases, broken. It was a simple scene, but it warmed you more than any bath or clothing ever could. You joined him on the floor, snuggling into his side as he welcomed you into the blanket.

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May I request 1-12-15 fluff, from the prompt list, for Simon? Also pls have a nice day, you deserve it ❤️🥺

Thank you so much, have a nice day yourself 🥰

Simon Lewis x Reader // The Mortal Instruments

1. “how much did you drink?” 12. “how did you get in here?” 15. “yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

Word Count: 684

You froze as a crash came from the other side of your bedroom door, your one hand hovering over the handle as you gripped a bowl of popcorn with the other. You held your breath as you listened for movement on the other side, jumping back as you heard someone mumble to themselves. You reached for your pocket where you usually kept your phone, panicked when you remembered you were in pyjamas, your phone sitting on your desk inside the room with the intruder. You placed the bowl on the floor, and set off in search of a weapon, returning a couple minutes later with a plastic Lightsaber you’d found in your roommate's room. With a deep breath and the toy clutched in both hands, you used your foot to pull the door handle down, letting it swing open, pointing the saber at the man crouching by the desk. He looked up at you, his hands raised, relief flooding through you at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Simon? What’re you doing? How did you get in here?” You dropped the toy as the questions spilled out as quickly as you thought of them. He pointed to the window that was wide open above the desk, which you realised was much emptier than you had left it, it’s contents now littering the floor. “We’re on the third floor, how?” He cursed under his breath as he lost balance trying to pick up your belongings from the floor, dropping what was already in his arms as he reached out to hold onto the edge of the desk, missing it and landing against the draws as he finally toppled over. When he laughed, you realised that he was definitely drunk, and you were even more confused as to how he’d climbed up to the third floor.

“How much did you drink?” you asked him, pulling him up into a sitting position.

“Like, five?”

“Five what?” He pulled at your arm, causing you to fall forward into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“You saw me this morning,” you reminded him, sitting up to look at his face. He was flushed, probably due to the alcohol and climbing in through the window, and smiling at you lazily, like he didn’t even know he was doing it. He shrugged, leaning in to kiss you, and you could taste the beer as he forcefully shoved his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away, giving him a stern look as he looked at you confused. “If you came all this way to have sex, you’re going to be very disappointed.”

“No, no. I came to tell you that we’re going to that karaoke bar you’ve been wanting to go to. C’mon, they’re probably waiting for us,” he attempted to stand up, but not getting very far, his hand slipping off the desk when he tried to pull himself up, seemingly forgetting that you were sitting on him.

“It’s very sweet that you thought of me, but we’re not going anywhere,” you told him, standing up and pulling him with you, helping him towards the bed.

“What? Why not?” he protested, his eyes dark and glossy as he pouted at you. “You said we would go together.”

“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would,” you said as you helped him remove his shoes and jacket, before sitting next to him, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Why don’t we just stay here and watch a film?”

“Okay,” he agreed, unenthusiastically, falling onto his side, his eyes already falling shut as his head hit the pillow. “But I want to choose.”

“Sure,” you agreed, knowing he would be asleep before you’d even turned the laptop on. Retrieving the popcorn from outside your room, you set up your laptop with the film you had intended to watch anyway, the rest of the night going the way you had planned, only now you had your boyfriend curled up by your side, snoring lightly.

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Spring Cleaning

Sean Falco x Reader // Bad Samaritan 

and they were roommates, no.4

Prompt: We decided to deep-clean and declutter our entire apartment, can’t be too embarrassing what we find, right? Word Count: 1.1k  Warnings: none

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You were sitting with your legs crossed, a bag of trash on one side of you, a pile of old books on the other, and a box of miscellaneous paper in front. Now that you were officially into spring, you and Sean had decided it was due time you did some well needed spring cleaning. Sean’s tiny apartment didn’t allow for this much unnecessary junk. Most of your stuff had been living in boxes under Sean’s bed, your bed, that you shared, for the four months you had been living there. Sean had failed to clear out space for you and you both had been too busy to do it until now. 

“Do you really need every single stuffed toy you’ve ever owned?” Sean asked, sitting surrounded by the soft animals you had expertly packed into one box. Both of you were apparently too sentimental to clear out your own stuff so you had agreed to go through each other’s. You didn’t remember there being that many when you packed them, but seeing them spread out around him, it did seem a bit much. 

“I am sentimentally attached to every single one,” you argued, reaching for the one closest to you. You smoothed the synthetic fur of the little blue bunny, snuggling it against your cheek as you pouted at Sean. He gave you a stern look, not falling for your argument or puppy dog eyes. “Anyway, this is only what I’ve collected in the last few years. Definitely not all the ones I’ve ever owned.” 

“So not too sentimentally attached then. We can get rid of them?” 

“Fine,” you threw the bunny in his direction, which he caught before it hit his face. “Put them in the charity bag.” You turned back to the box in front of you, pulling out a pile of paper and flicking through them to see if there was anything important. They seemed to all be unpaid bills and warning letters. 

“Jesus, Sean. Are we even allowed to be living here?” You held up the pile to show him what you were referring to. 

“Those are old. I promise we’re not about to be evicted. Bin them.” You did that, considering that maybe you should’ve gotten a second bag for recycling, and digging back into the box. This time you grabbed a bunch of old greeting cards. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about them and you thought it was cute that he had kept them all, curiously flipping open the top one to read what was inside. 

“My gorgeous Sean,” you read aloud. “I hope you have the kind of birthday that makes you feel as special as you are to me. Wishing you well, have a great day. With love from Mum, Don and Rowan. Aww that’s sweet.” 

“Why are you reading them? Just throw them away!” Sean reached out to grab them, almost falling as he was too far away. His cheeks were tinged pink as you laughed at his embarrassment. You flipped open the next one and began to read it. 

“Sean! Happy birthday! I love you so much, I can’t imagine how my life would be without you in-” you cut yourself off as your eyes skimmed over the name at the bottom. Riley. You quickly closed the card, looking down at the front of it. From the silence it was obvious that Sean had recognised the message, and you felt like such an idiot. “You don’t want to keep any of these?” 

“No,” he replied, his voice gruff. It was clear this box hadn’t been looked in for ages, so obviously there was going to be a card from his ex, how could you be so stupid to read it out without checking who it was from? You threw the whole pile into the bag, quickly glancing over to Sean, seeing that he had gone back to rounding up the toys, the jokes and laughter replaced by a heavy silence. You went back to the box, reaching for the remainder of the cards to throw them away, but as you lifted them out one card fell from the pile. It was a picture card, a photo of Sean and another man on the front. A man you had only seen in photos. Derek. In the photo they were both smiling at the camera with beers in hand, Derek's arm across Sean’s shoulder. They looked so happy and relaxed, and your heart broke for Sean’s loss and for the friend you never got to meet. Based on the age on the card, this was likely the last birthday card Sean had gotten from him before everything had happened. You couldn’t get rid of that one, but you didn’t want to upset him any more than you already had, so you slid it into the top book on the pile next to you. 

“Oh my god!” Sean suddenly exclaimed, breaking into a fit of laughter. 

“What?” You turned to find him clutching his side with one hand, an open notebook in the other that you instantly recognised to be the diary you had kept in high school. “No!” You shouted, quickly standing to grab the book from his hand, but Sean was too quick. He jumped up and out of the way, holding the book above his head and out of your reach. You pulled at his arm, desperately trying to reach it. 

“Dear diary,” he read as you jumped up, your fingers skimming the edge of the paper. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I do.”

“Stop!” You buried your face in your hands, wanting to scream with embarrassment. You had forgotten that it was even in there.  

“A new boy started at school today, and he is suuuuuper hot,” he read, in a forced american accent that didn’t reflect yours at all. “He smiled at me as he walked past and I definitely felt a spark. I think we might be soulmates.” You collapsed onto the bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you curled up, praying for the floor to open up and take you away from here. 

“Please stop.” 

“Should I be concerned? Your soulmate is out there waiting for you. What’re you doing here with me?” He closed the notebook, leaning over you. He pulled your hands away from your face, tilting your head to look at him. You could see the amusement dancing in his bright green eyes and he couldn’t hold back the smile. 

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groaned. 

“Yeah,” he laughed, lying onto the bed next to you. “Maybe the soulmates thing is a bit much, but I believe in love at first sight.” 

“Really?” 

“Yep. I knew from the first time I saw you.” He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

“Wow. Real smooth.” He smirked, shrugging the shoulder he wasn’t lying on. “I love you too,” you whispered, leaning in to lightly kiss him. He held your face close to his, kissing you harder, the spring cleaning completely forgotten. 

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To See Him Again

Simon Lewis x Reader // The Mortal Instruments 

I finally finished reading the last tmi book and was inspired to write this. If you’ve not read it and don’t want to know what happens don’t read this. If you’ve not read it and don’t plan to I think I’ve given enough that it’ll still make sense. I hope.

Word Count: 1.3k  Warnings: none 

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It had been over a month since you last saw Simon, when that demon had returned you all to this dimension in exchange for his immortality and memories, and you missed him. Though you knew he was okay, knew that he no longer remembered you, and knew that it would be possibly the most painful thing in the world to have him look at you and have no idea who you are, you couldn’t help yourself from seeking him out. You sat in the corner of Java Jones, your coffee sitting full and cold on the table in front of you as you watched people come and go, waiting to see if the familiar face would be one of them. You weren’t sure whether you actually even wanted him to enter, leaving it up to fate to decide whether you meant to see him. 

You had been sitting there for nearly two hours and the barista was starting to get suspicious of you, so you gave in and decided to leave. You weren’t even sure if he still went there anymore, it had just seemed like the most likely place you could naturally run into him. Deflated, you picked up a fresh coffee to go and left the shop, rounding the corner to head back towards the subway. You scanned the faces of passersby with the hope that maybe one of them would be the one you wanted to see and your pulse jumped as you eyes passed over a gangly boy pushing dark hair back off his face, a pair of glasses sliding down his nose. You halted to a stop as he walked past you and swiftly turned to follow him, but as you made to move towards him he looked back, and you were disappointed to see that it wasn’t Simon. Stopping in the middle of the street in New York, it was lucky that no one had run into you yet, but as you once again switched the direction you were walking your luck ran out. The paper cup squished between you and the person you crashed into, sending coffee down the front of both of your coats, and it was lucky you were wearing so many layers preventing the hot liquid from touching your skin. 

“I’m so sorry.” // “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” You both exclaimed at the same time. You looked up, blinking in surprise as you were met with a pair of moss green eyes behind square frames. 

“Simon!” You accidentally said aloud. His brow creased with confusion as he studied your face, looking for a clue as to how you might know each other. 

“You know me?” He asked and your heart sunk. Of course you knew him. You knew him better than anyone else. It was exactly what you had predicted would happen, you shouldn’t have been so surprised, but as the last bit of hope that none of it was true faded, you felt the weight that had been pushing on you the last four weeks get heavier. You had to quickly look away from him, fighting back the tears. You swallowed before you spoke again, hoping he wouldn’t hear the disappointment and heartbreak in your voice. 

“We went to middle school together.” You told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t really the whole truth either. 

“We did? I would’ve thought I’d recognise you.” You held back a chuckle as you saw the realisation of what he’d implied cross his face. “Because I’m usually really good with faces, not because yours is so special. Not that it’s a bad face, it’s a really good face, you’re really beautiful. Ah, I’m going to stop talking, sorry.” He winced, his face flushed red, reminding you that he was once again a Mundane, no longer a vampire. You didn’t hold back the laugh this time, the shy smile he gave you causing your heart to constrict as you realised exactly how much you missed him. He bit his lip, his eyes trained on the sign in the shop window next to you and you could tell was considering something. “Can I buy you a coffee, to replace that one?” He suddenly asked. You looked down at the brown stain across the front of your coat and the now empty paper cup in your hand, debating whether it was a good idea to go with him. Wasn’t this what you had wanted, to see him and spend time with him? Or maybe it would be too much. You had the confirmation you needed, he definitely didn’t remember you, there was no need to torture youself further. 

“Okay, sure.” You decided. He broke out into a grin and you walked together back to the coffee shop. The barista was visibly surprised to see you walk in again, giving you a knowing look as she noticed that you weren’t alone this time and you thought, you have no idea how complicated this actually is. Simon asked for your order, something that he’d not had to do for years, and joined the queue, leaving you to sit in the seat that had been your go to for years. It felt strange to be there now, after everything that happened, without Clary and with a Simon who saw you as a stranger. You glanced over to him, his head quickly turning back to the counter. He had been watching you, and what you wouldn’t give to know what he was thinking. 

When he had come back over and taken a seat, neither of you knew what to say. You couldn’t ask any of the questions that you really wanted to. Eventually the conversation got going and for a little while things felt normal again, though you had to ignore the stabs of pain you felt when he told you a story that you should’ve been a part of as though you were never there, or when he asked you a question that he should’ve known the answer to. You nodded along as he told you about his family and friends, pretending like you didn’t already know it all. Though it hurt, it was worth the pain to just be around him again and listen to his voice, and you could tell that, unlike the entire time he was a vampire, he was genuinely happy. 

“We actually have a small gig on Friday, you should come, if you want.” He said when the conversation had turned to his band. “And when I say small gig, I mean tiny. Like maybe ten people max. It’s hard to get a following when you constantly change your name I guess. Right now we’re Rodents in Residence but we’re due a change soon and I’m thinking The Mortal Instruments could be cool.” You nearly choked when you heard him say it. 

“The what?” You asked, disbelieving that he had actually said. Surely you must’ve imagined it. 

“The Mortal Instruments.” He repeated. “I heard it somewhere, can’t remember where, but I like it.” This was it, this was the sign you needed to prove that those memories were still in there. There was still hope that this could all be reversed, you had to tell Magnus. “So, will you come?” He looked at you with hope, like any normal teenage boy asking someone out, unaware of the magnitude of what he had just said. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’ll be there.” 

“Great. I’ll see you Friday then.” 

“Yeah, see you then.” He was smiling as he got up and left, leaving you in a state of shock. In your haste to go tell someone, anyone, what you had just learned, you almost didn’t notice the band flyer he’d left on the table for you, his number scrawled on the bottom. You didn’t need it, his number already saved into your phone and engraved into your memory, but you took the flyer anyway, carefully folding it and sliding it into your pocket as you got up and left, ready to start planning how to get your boyfriend back for real.

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Wait, Not Yet

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits 

Request: “The first time with Nathan, he focuses everything on you. But the second time, you want to watch all his pleasure play out on his beautiful face. With a series of “Not yet”s, you get to decide when that happens. Finally, you whisper in his ear, “Now.” Then watch him come apart.” for anonymous 

Word Count: 600 Warnings: I mean, just read the request. 

I debated whether or not to actually do this request but I liked it so fuck it, here you go. 

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“Wait, wait, not yet.” You told him breathlessly, pushing back the curls that were sticking to his forehead with sweat. 

“I can’t.” Nathan squeezed his eyes shut, his knuckles turning white where he gripped onto the headboard behind him as you moved teasingly slow on top of him. Having cum yourself minutes ago, your muscles were starting to ache but you wanted to push him to see how long he could go for. His small whimpers made you feel a little guilty, but he had asked you to do this. After opening up about a bad sexual experience, something about coming too soon and an old woman, the details were a bit foggy, you had agreed to help him build some stamina. He had also asked you to rate his cum face, telling you he had been working on it. 

“Open your eyes.” You instructed, running your thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours. You placed a gentle kiss to his lips before straightening your back, holding onto his thighs as you picked up speed, finding the same rhythm that you had going before. The new angle meant that he was hitting you just right, and you could feel another orgasm building. 

“Fuck, y/n, I can’t- I need-” 

“You’ve got this baby, just a little longer.” You squeezed his thigh reassuringly with one hand, the other coming round to touch yourself, pushing you even closer to another release. Nathan gripped onto your hips, his fingers digging in as he focused on holding himself together. 

“Jesus, y/n.” He whimpered as you once again reached your climax, the feel of your muscles contracting around him causing his whole face to contort as he tried not to follow you. Deciding that this was enough, you ran your hands up across his stomach and chest, placing light kisses along his jaw as you leaned over him. With one final kiss just below his earlobe, you whispered,

“Now.” As soon as the word left your mouth, he sharply bucked up into you. You knew there would be bruises where he was holding onto you, pulling your hips down to him as he buried himself into you completely. You examined his face as he came, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as though he had been about to say something, but the only noise that he made was a grunt as he finally let go. There was sweat running down from his forehead, his hair a wild mess of curls from where you had run your hands through it before, and his lips were swollen from all of the kissing, a tiny crack in the bottom one where he had bitten it a little too hard while trying not to cum before. You thought it was the hottest thing you had ever seen. When his grip on you loosened, you lifted yourself off, collapsing next to him as he tilted his head to look at you. 

“So?” He asked after a couple of minutes lying there, silently watching each other as you both cooled down. 

“Beautiful. Ten out of ten would like to see again.” You traced your finger along his face as he smiled at you lazily, swiping it over a brow and down his cheek, and then over his bottom lip. 

“That can be arranged. But not tonight, I’m knackered.” He yawned as he spoke, his eyes already falling shut. He looked content as he quickly drifted off, and it didn’t take long for you to join him, feeling just as exhausted as he was.

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more than meets the eye

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits 

Request: “oc or y/n picks him up after community service, and she’s all bubbly and sweet, so everyone is shocked why she would be with someone like him” for @not-just-fantasy

Word Count: 875  Warnings: none 

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You pushed open the community centre doors, your car keys swinging on your finger as you stepped in. A woman was leaving at the same time as you were entering, so you stepped to the side holding the door open for her to go through. She looked at you with surprise before thanking you. 

“You’re welcome,” you answered her, returning her smile as she walked away. You let the door swing shut and turned to walk further into the centre, halting to a stop when you were met by a group of four watching you, two men and two women, three of them seated in wheelchairs and one leaning against the wall. They were wearing their orange jumpsuits and none of them spoke. 

“Hi,” you smiled, giving them a small wave. They continued to stare at you in silence. “I’m looking for Nathan?” 

“Why?” one of the girls asked, her brows drawn down, genuinely confused as to why someone would be looking for him. Based on the descriptions Nathan had given you, you deduced that this was Kelly. 

“I’m here to pick him up,” you answered, holding your keys up. 

“Hey, babe.” The familiar Irish voice came from the side of you. Nathan walked in carrying a mop, which he proceeded to drop on the floor as he saw you standing there, stepping over it as he made his way towards you. 

“Hey, sweetie,” you replied, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down. 

“Sweetie?” You heard someone sneer, a female voice not belonging to Kelly, as the others all snickered. Nathan shot a glance at them, his eyes narrowing on whoever it was that had spoken. You tilted his head back to look at you.

“Ignore them,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He returned it eagerly, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass causing you to giggle as you pulled back a little. You weren’t usually so keen on pda, but knowing who was watching and after hearing Nathan’s stories about them you wanted to prove to them that he did in fact have a girlfriend who liked him very much. When he had told you what they had been saying to him, things such as “the only way someone would date you is if you paid them”, he had played it off as a joke, as just a bit of banter between friends, but you could tell that it had hurt him. As well as that, it was also an attack on you as someone who is definitely not being paid to date him, which is why you had taken the day off work to come and pick him up. 

“I’ll just go get change, wait here,” he told you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You impulsively smacked his ass as he began to walk away, causing him to look back in shock. You winked at him as you smirked, and he grinned, kicking the chair that one of the men was seated in, Simon you figured, as he walked past, wiping the amused look from his face. As Nathan left the room, all focus was back on you.

“What?” you asked them, fed up of their silent staring. They shrugged, muttering over each other. “Well, it’s something, so tell me.” 

“It’s just-” the man leaning against the wall, Curtis, started. “You’re not exactly what we were expecting.” 

“And what were you expecting?” you pushed, intrigued to see if they would be brave enough to say it to your face. They all spoke over each other, stuttering as they tried to find a polite way of saying what they actually meant. 

“You’re so-” / “Not someone that-” / “Someone a bit less-” / “Not so-”

“Nice.” / “Pretty.” / “Happy.”

“Clean” Alisha murmured, receiving a scowl from Kelly, though she didn’t apologise. You pushed your tongue into your cheek as you nodded, the answers surprising you even though you had been expecting them. 

“Nathan’s a good boyfriend,” you spoke carefully, like a parent about to scold their children. “He’s actually a damn good catch, anyone who actually takes the time to get to know him knows that. Have any of you ever actually spent any time with him outside of community service?” Nobody answered, their eyes flicking to each other. “Exactly.” You felt a small sense of pride as an awkwardness filled the room, the four of them looking a little ashamed. They didn’t need to know that you had exaggerated a bit, making Nathan seem more popular than he actually was. He had been a good boyfriend to you so far, and you hoped that maybe now he would be able to enjoy community service a little more. When he came back, he looked confused as to why everyone was being so quiet and refusing to make eye contact with him, walking up to you to loop his arm over your shoulders. 

“I’ll see you lot tomorrow,” he said to them, leading you towards the door. You heard their muttered goodbyes as you walked out, wrapping your arm behind his back to pull yourself into his side as you made your way back to your car. 

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Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Ivan McCormick x Reader // Killing Bono 

Request: “he likes the reader and gets drunk and accidentally tells them and in the morning he’s all embarrassed but then everything goes well” for anonymous

Word Count: 1.2k  Warnings: Alcohol and drug usage 

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Blinking against the light, you attempted to sit up but something heavy was weighing on your chest, holding you down. You looked down, seeing Ivan’s head on you using you as a pillow as he lay on his stomach, his feet hanging over the side of the bed still in the boots he had worn to the party last night. While you felt a twinge of a hangover starting, you knew he was going to feel ten times worse than you. He had already been out of it, having drunk and taken who knows how many drugs by the time you had even arrived, barely able to stand up straight and spending the rest of the night using you to keep himself up. While his body seemed to shut down when inebriated, his mind apparently went into overdrive, words spewing out a mile a minute. If you ever needed Ivan to tell you something he wasn’t meant to, all you needed to do was give him a couple drinks and he would tell you everything, and last night he told you a lot. 

Carefully, you shuffled out from under him, replacing your body with a pile of pillows. He only stirred slightly, but he remained asleep, his mouth hanging open as he snored lightly, the thick eyeliner he had been wearing now smeared across the side of his face and glitter clung to the curls that were somehow even messier than they usually were. You found it tempting to run your hands through them, to feel the soft curls wrap around your fingers while you watched him peacefully sleep. Even in this state, you thought he was one of the most beautiful people you had ever met, affection filling you as you admired him, his words from the night before playing on your mind. Realising it would probably be awkward if he woke to you standing over him and staring at him, you left the room in search of painkillers. You managed to find some paracetamol in the kitchen, quickly swallowing a couple before taking the rest, along with a fresh glass of water, back to Ivan’s room. 

He slept for another hour, finally traipsing out of his room to find you curled up on the old second hand sofa they had recently acquired, one of the only pieces of furniture in the large room, and reading a newspaper that had to be at least a week old. You were in one of his t-shirts, a blanket covering your lower half. He had also gotten changed, the make-up and glitter gone, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead from where he had just gotten out of the shower, though even water couldn’t weigh down the curls. 

“Morning.” He greeted gruffly, dropping onto the other side of the sofa. 

“Afternoon.” You replied. “It’s 2pm.” You dropped the newspaper on the floor, pulling your knees to your chest as you sat facing him. You wanted to bring up last night, desperate to find out if what he had said was true, to know that he had meant it and it wasn’t just the alcohol and drugs talking. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Rough.” He answered. “You?”

“Oh, I’m good. I was too busy looking after you to drink too much.” You teased, jabbing your finger into his arm. 

“Sorry.” He stared down at his hands, his eyebrows drawn down and frowning as he flicked at his nail. You could tell he wanted to say something, so you rested your chin on top of your knees as you waited for him to say it. He opened his mouth, sucking in a breath as his eyes quickly flicked to you and back to his hands. “Did I say anything last night?” He finally asked. You felt your heart jump; this is what you had been waiting for. “It’s just, usually when I drink I talk a lot. Gets me in trouble a lot.”

“I know.” You chuckled. You had witnessed it a couple times since you had befriended the McCormick brothers, though usually it was Neil on the receiving end of Ivan’s drunken confessions and they weren’t always the nicest. Last month he had accused him of ruining his career, saying he would’ve been better off with Bono and U2, leading to them not speaking for two days before silently making up in that way that brothers do; nothing actually discussed but everything forgiven anyway. 

“I didn’t say anything to hurt anyone, did I?” He looked at you hesitantly, concern written on his face. 

“No, you didn’t. You said a lot, but nothing bad.” You reassured him.  

“And what exactly did I say?”

“Oh, y’know.” You shrugged, taking some enjoyment in the way he nervously squirmed in his seat, waiting for the answer. “Just that I’m the funniest, smartest, prettiest person you have ever met and that you don’t understand how you got so lucky to have me in your life.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he grimaced. 

“I did?”

“Yep.” He hid his face in his hands, but you weren’t done. “You also might have mentioned that you’re in love with me.” You bit your lip as he peaked at you through his fingers. 

“Oh god.” He groaned. 

“Ivan.” You pulled his hands away from his face, forcing him to look at you as you built up the courage to ask the question that had been eating at you since he had said. “Is it true? Are you in love with me?” His lips parted as though he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You held his gaze, his eyes searching yours looking for the right answer, his breathing deepening ever so slightly, but you still noticed. You had a feeling that if you put your hand on his chest, you would feel his heart beating as quickly and as hard as yours, and it was all the answer you needed. You surged forward, hearing him gasp as your lips landed on his. He kissed you back instantly, his hand cupping your cheek. When he pulled away, you thought he was going to say something, but he pulled you back in instead. He didn’t need to speak to confirm it, making you feel the answer in the way he kissed you, the kiss quickly getting more intense as you both poured everything into it, desperate to show each other how you felt. The weeks of subtle glances and light touches, of hours of conversation and being the first person the other noticed when they walked into a room, all going into this kiss. You were the one to finally pull away, resting your forehead against his and you both fought to breath. Though your eyes were still closed, you knew he was smiling too. His hand still warm on your cheek, you placed yours over it, intertwining your fingers. 

“I love you.” He whispered, lifting his head from yours to look at your face, his eyes a darker green than you were used to, filled with a mix of love and lust. 

“I love you, too.” You whispered back. He stood, pulling you up with him, his eyes trailing down your body as the blanket fell away from you, your bare legs on show. He bit his tongue as he grinned, pulling you back to his room, and you followed him eagerly.

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One Day, Part 2

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits 

and they were roommates, no.2 

Prompt: We all want to save the planet, but maybe starting with recycling is a more reasonable idea than showering with your roommate to save water. 

Request: “a part 2 where they take the next step, maybe a hand job and fingering?” for anonymous 

Part One 

Word Count: 1k  Warnings: Swearing, mild smut 

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You were already stripping your clothes off as soon as the flat door shut, Nathan still incessantly chatting behind you, having managed to talk the whole walk back from the community centre without you having said a word to him. He had stayed over one night when the two of you had gotten a bit too drunk for him to make it back to the centre, though that one night had since turned into two weeks, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to leave. You weren’t really listening to what he was talking about, too focused on getting out of your clothes and into the shower. That day’s community service had been particularly grueling and despite the horrid jumpsuits you were forced to wear, you felt disgusting. By the time you had reached the bathroom, you were down to your underwear, and Nathan had finally stopped talking, instead openly gawking at you from the doorway. 

“Nathan?”  

“Yeah?” 

“Do you mind? I want to shower.”

“No, go ahead.” He grinned at you as he leant against the doorframe. 

“Nathan, go.” You gently shoved his shoulder, shutting the door when he stepped back and instinctively going to lock it before remembering that it was broken, the landlord still not having fixed it even though you had asked him twice already. 

Stepping into the shower, you closed your eyes and let the warm water hit your face, washing away the dirt and sweat from the day. As you began to relax, your mind drifted to the man that was roaming around your flat. It had been nearly a month since your little birthday call, and to your surprise he hadn’t mentioned it, though you could tell that something had changed. He had stopped outright asking you for sex, but you had noticed how his eyes lingered on you, particularly in the locker room, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t started purposely taking longer to get changed, giving him more of a show rather than trying to cover yourself as quickly as possible. You had taken things even further since he had decided he was living with you now, walking around the flat in barely anything, curious to see how long you could push him before he made a move, hoping it would be soon before you gave in and did it yourself. The sound of the shower curtain opening startled you, followed by Nathan stepping into the shower, the surprise causing you to nearly slip. Nathan caught you by wrapping his arm around your back and holding you against him, and you became painfully aware that he was completely naked. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You exclaimed, freeing yourself from his grasp. Even though you had wanted him to do something, this wasn’t exactly what you had had in mind.  

“You were taking too long, you’re going to use all the water.” He argued. You stared at his face, willing yourself to not look down, but failing as soon as the thought came to mind, though when you looked back to his face you saw that he was not being quite so shy in doing the same. You turned away from him, suddenly feeling a little insecure, but mostly trying to hide the blush that was no doubt staining your cheeks. 

“Can you get out?”

“C’mon y/n, earlier you were goin’ on about all that environment crap, think of how much water we’re saving right now.” 

“I was thinking more along the lines of recycling.” You tried to argue, but your voice faltered as suddenly his hands were on you. At some point he had picked up the soap, and was now spreading it across your back, down over your ass and thighs, and back up again. 

“And I can be useful too.” He stated, stepping closer to bring the soap around to your front to repeat the action, running his hands over your breasts and down your stomach, the water rinsing it off quicker then he was putting it on. He dropped the soap, wrapping an arm around your stomach, pulling you flush against him so that you could feel his erection pressing into your back, his other hand tracing patterns on your thigh, his fingers inching closer to where you wanted them, causing you to involuntarily whine every time he moved them away again. 

“Still want me to go?” He said into your ear, pressing his lips to your shoulder, sending a shiver through you despite the heat of the water. Your chest heaved as his finger traced over your clit, teasingly light, his mouth on your neck. 

“No.” You felt his grin against your skin as his finger increased pressure, moving between your folds before slowly sliding into you. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, a twinge of insecurity in the question. 

“Yes, god, yes.” You encouraged as his finger picked up speed, his thumb circling your clit, quickly building up your orgasm. As he added another finger, you dug your nails into his arm, the only thing still holding you up, dropping your head back against his shoulder as you reached your climax. 

“Fuck.” You moaned quietly, inaudible over the noise of the shower still raining water onto you. Nathan brought his other arm around you, softly placing kisses to the side of your face as you continued to lay your head on him. Placing your hand on the side of his head, you tilted yours to face him, pulling him into a lazy kiss. You moved his arms from around you, his arousal still pressing into you and the cooling water starting to get increasingly more uncomfortable, before switching off the shower and stepping out. It hadn’t exactly been the most efficient shower, but the need to feel clean after the day's community service had been replaced by a new, much more desperate need, a need that was still standing in the shower, looking a little disappointed as you wrapped yourself in a towel. 

“Are you coming?” You asked him, holding your hand out to him. His face lit up as he stepped out, taking your hand and letting himself be dragged to your bedroom.

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Suck it up, Vampire

Simon Lewis x Reader // The Mortal Instruments 

Request: “one of Simon where he feels very worried about being a vampire and thinks the girl will reject him” for anonymous

Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Blood (normal vampire stuff)

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“Is Simon in?” You asked, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. It was daylight, there was nowhere else he could possibly be. Elaine Lewis smiled at you, the same smile you had always received, as though she didn’t trust you, unlike the warm, welcoming smile Clary always got. You weren’t sure what Simon had told her about you, he always insisted he’s never said anything bad, she just didn’t seem to like you.  

“He’s not feeling well I’m afraid.” She told you, showing no signs of being willing to let you in. 

“I heard, I’ve brought some stuff for him.” You lifted up the plastic bag you were holding to show her, hoping that she wouldn’t ask what was in it. You didn’t know how you would explain why you were bringing her son half a dozen bottles of cow blood. 

“I can take that for you.” She reached out to take the bag, but you quickly pulled it back, holding it to your chest. 

“I was really hoping to talk to him.” You tried. Reluctantly, she stepped back, widening the door to let you in. You thanked her as you passed, heading up the stairs towards Simon’s room and gently knocking on the door, worried that he might be asleep. 

“Simon? It’s y/n.” You heard a mumble from the other side, and took it as permission to enter, cracking the door open and slipping in. The room was completely dark, the curtains drawn shut and a blanket hung over them as extra precaution so that no sunlight could get in. “I bring blood.” You whispered, just in case his mother happened to be close. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw him lying in bed. He looked as though he had either been asleep or was trying to. “Sorry, did I wake you?” You placed the bag on his desk, pulling out the chair to sit, tucking up your legs so that you were watching him over the top of your knees. 

“No. Can’t.” He sat up, flicking on the light, more for your sake than his, and drawing up his knees to mirror your position. In this light, you could see how much paler he was now, the darkness under his eyes, and the black veins spidering just underneath his skin, a sign that he needed to eat.  

“You look awful.” You told him, digging out one of the bottles from the bag and tossing it to him. 

“I feel it.” He responded as he caught the bottle, grimacing as he drank the contents. 

“You know, I heard a nice walk in the sun can make you feel better.” 

“Hilarious.” He rolled his eyes as he threw the now empty bottle to the end of the bed. 

“I thought so.” You shrugged. He silently stared at his feet, looking almost like a child who had been put in time out, and the sight of him looking so defeated felt wrong. He was usually so upbeat, always the one cracking jokes and smiling. Seeing him like this, all you wanted was to pull him into a hug and tell him it was going to be okay, that you would find a way to fix this even though there was nothing you could do. 

“How are you doing?” You asked, knowing it was a pointless question, it was obvious he wasn’t doing well, but what else could you say? No one had prepared you for how to comfort someone when they've unexpectedly been turned into a vampire. 

“Oh, fantastic.” He replied, and you winced at the sarcasm. “Besides the blood drinking, sun aversion and lying to everyone I know, everything is just great.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault.” He told you, which logically you knew, you didn’t technically do this to him, but you still felt as though you could have done something to prevent it. 

“I should’ve protected you.” You mumbled, but his new enhanced vampire hearing meant he heard it anyway. 

“There was nothing you could’ve done.” He assured, but, even though you didn’t argue it out loud, you knew he was wrong. There was plenty you could’ve done, you had thought of all of it the night you had had to help bury him. “It’s not like you could’ve fought off all those vampires.” 

“I might’ve done. I’ve watched Buffy, I could’ve kicked their asses.” The small chuckle you received helped to ease the dread you had been feeling for days now, though you were starting to believe that it was never going to fully go away. A little satisfied that you had made him smile, you moved to sit next to him, pulling him into your side, the lack of body heat startling you as he welcomed the hug, laying his head on your shoulder.

“I’m never going to get a girlfriend now.” He muttered. 

“Excuse me?” You exclaimed, the sudden change in topic taking you by surprise. 

“I can only go out at night and eat blood, not exactly romantic.” 

“There’s definitely someone out there who's into that.” You joked, trying to maintain your usual repartee. If you were braver, you would’ve told him he was more than that, that he was worth making the adjustments for, and that despite what had happened, he was still the Simon you had fallen in love with. 

“I don’t think she is.” You were glad he couldn’t see the disappointment on your face when he said this. Of course there was someone he was thinking of, and you figured you knew exactly who it was. 

“Look, Clary lo-” 

“Not Clary.” He interrupted, shuffling away in order to turn to face you. You wanted to ask who he meant then, but didn’t think you could handle hearing him say anyone else. It had taken you a while to accept his crush on Clary, you weren’t prepared to go through that again, especially right now with everything that was going on. 

“I only thought I loved her because it was the easiest option, y’know?” He explained. “I mean, I do love her, just not in the way I thought I did. It’s not like either of us have ever had loads of people falling at our feet, it was just the two of us, but now she’s got Jace, and I’m technically dead, and y-” He cut himself off, his eyes falling away from your face to where his hands were interlocked in his lap. “She was way out of my league before, now there’s definitely no chance.” 

“You don’t know that.” He shrugged as he lifted his eyes back to your face. You chewed at your bottom lip as you thought about what to say next, how to tell him that anyone would be lucky to be loved by him, vampire or not, without giving away your true feelings for him. This was the most sincere either of you had ever been with each other, both of you tending to hide behind humour. “Suck it up, vampire.” You said, falling back to that habit. He blinked in surprise. “You need to just tell her how you feel, get it over with and deal with the consequences, okay?” 

“Okay.” He answered nervously, taken aback by your sudden straight forwardness. 

“Now, get some sleep. As soon as that sun sets, me and you are going out.” You told him as you stood. He shook his head affectionately before lying down. 

“I love you, y/n.” He spoke quietly just as you were about to open the door, causing you, and your heart, to falter. He had never said this to you before, even though he and Clary had said it to each other many times, and you had been friends for as long as they had. 

“I love you too, Simon.” You said back, switching off the light and leaving the room, the whole conversation playing over in your mind as you made your way home. Maybe you were the one who actually needed to suck it up, you thought.

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One Day

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits 

A little something for Nathan’s birthday. 

Word Count: 1.4k  Warnings: Swearing, smut (go easy on me I’m new to this)

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Disappointed, Nathan dragged himself up the stairs, a stolen bottle of vodka in hand. It was his own fault he was alone on his birthday, he hadn’t told anyone about it, and his mum believed him to be at a party, he didn’t want her to be worried. He collapsed onto the makeshift bed he had been calling home, swiftly flicking off the bottle lid and taking a swig. He didn’t notice the envelope until he lay back, the corner stabbing into the back of his neck. 

“What?” He mumbled, grabbing the yellow envelope, his name written neatly on the front followed by a small heart. Inside he found a generic birthday card, some joke about getting older, and a smaller envelope which he secretly hoped contained cash. The message inside the card read:

To Nathan,  Happy birthday, arsehole.  I’m taking a wild guess that at some point today you asked me for birthday sex, or a handjob at least, and knowing me as well as I do, I’m assuming I said no. It is your birthday though, so here’s a little treat, just for you. And I mean just YOU, okay? Have fun. Lots of Love  y/n xx

“Actually, I didn’t tell you it was my birthday, so I just asked for regular sex.” He muttered, smiling at the message. He didn’t know how she knew, but he wasn’t overly surprised, she seemed to know everything. He picked up the smaller envelope, sealed shut with nothing written on it, and very light. Opening it, he pulled out a set of pictures, the first of y/n in only a t-shirt, one he recognised to be his own, a teasing smirk on her face as she held the bottom of it, looking as though she was about to lift it up. In the second picture she had done exactly that, revealing the lace pants she was wearing underneath, holding the t-shirt just below her breasts. In the third, the t-shirt was gone, her long hair pulled forward, strategically covering her nipples, and Nathan’s heart raced as he began to imagine what the final picture might be, sucking in a breath as he saw it.  

“Oh, fuck.” He whispered, glancing around him as though he was worried he was about to be caught doing something wrong, even though he was alone, and had permission to be looking at this. In this picture, y/n’s hand was in her hair, pushing it back so that her breasts were on full display, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she stared seductively into the camera. She wasn’t completely naked, the lace pants still in place, but it was more than he had ever seen of her, and it was perfect. He grabbed his phone, sending a quick text. 

Thanks for the present, much appreciated.

You’re welcome. Enjoy ;)

“Oh, I will.” He said to himself, throwing the phone to the end of the mat and shuffling back so that he was leaning up against the wall, the last photo still clutched in his hand. He wasted no time undoing his jeans, sliding his hand into his underwear, the picture already having had an impact. He studied it as he started to pump his fist, taking in every inch of the picture, thinking about how he would probably explode if he ever saw her like that in person, squeezing his eyes shut as he imagined it. 

One day. He thought. One day, she’ll say yes. The sound of his phone ringing startled him, groaning as he dropped the picture to pick it up, planning to switch it off until he saw the name lighting up the screen. 

“y/n?” He answered.

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You sat staring at your phone, nervously waiting for it to go off. Surely he would’ve found it by now; your little birthday surprise. You’d made the plan a few weeks ago, after seeing his birthday on his file when you had been raiding the office looking for something else. When you realised that it was soon, you stole one of his t-shirts and gotten a little tipsy to build up the courage to take the photos, and then dropped them off earlier that day as everyone was leaving the community centre. You hoped that he liked them, that you weren’t crossing a line.

It’s Nathan, he doesn’t have a line. You told yourself, but the longer you waited to hear from him, the more nervous you got. You jumped as the phone buzzed. Quickly grabbing it with a shaky hand, you sighed with relief as you read the message, replying before lying back on your bed, a smile on your face at the thought that he had liked it. Now you just had to pray that he would keep them to himself and not show them to anyone, but you had placed your trust in him, and there was no going back now. 

Too focused on the worry of receiving a negative reaction, you hadn’t given much thought to what he might actually be doing with them, but now that it was done, your mind began to wander. The idea that he might be using them to masturbate sent a wave of arousal through you. Of course that had been the intention, but until now you hadn’t given much thought to him actually doing it, and the image made you heat up. Pushing up your top, you rolled a nipple between your fingers, the same way you had done just before taking the photos. In a split second decision, you dialled his number, continuing to fondle your breasts as you waited for him to pick up. 

“y/n?” He answered. 

“Nathan.” You replied with a steady voice. “Happy birthday.” 

“Thanks. Especially for this little gift.” 

“Oh, you like them?” You inquired, despite already knowing the answer. 

“Oh, I like them.” 

“What are you going to do with them?” You asked him, his last answer giving you a surge of confidence. 

“I think you know what I’m going to do with them.” You let out a breathy laugh, dragging your nails down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your shorts and dragging them back up and over your breasts. 

“Have you already started?” There was silence on the other side, all you could hear was his heavy breathing. 

“Yes.” He admitted. 

“Good.” You whispered, feeling a little breathless yourself. “Carry on.” 

“Are you not going to hang up?” He asked, but you didn’t give him a response, finding that you didn’t want to. “You can listen if you want to.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” He repeated, and you could hear him shuffling, wondering what he was doing. “Is that all you’re going to do? Just listen?” Your hand was back to the waistband of your shorts, but this time you let it go further, pushing underneath. 

“No.” You told him, gasping as your fingers slid into you easily, Nathan letting out a quiet moan in response. You could just about hear the sound of his hand on his cock over his laboured breathing, and you sped up your fingers to match his pace, imagining that they were his as you listened to his small whimpers.

“y/n?” He asked, his breath hitching. 

“Yes?” 

“Talk to me.” Panicked, you stopped moving. You’d never done this before, you had no idea what to say. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.” Nathan encouraged, as though reading your mind. 

“You.” You admitted, moving your fingers once again. 

“Doing what?” 

“Fucking me.” You closed your eyes, picturing exactly what it was you’d want him doing. 

“Yeah?” 

“You’ve got me-oh-got me pinned against a wall.” 

“A wall?” 

“Yeah. Slamming into me.” 

“Hard?” You heard him speeding up, and you continued to match his pace, moaning as you felt your climax build. 

“Really hard.” 

“F-fuck.” You could tell Nathan was close, his pumps getting more sloppy as he let out a deep groan. The sound pushed you over the edge, your back arching as a wave of pleasure rolled through you, moaning his name as it hit. Nathan followed not long after, both of you silent as you came down, your chest heaving. 

“y/n?” Nathan broke the silence, and you hummed in response. “Will we ever actually shag properly?” 

“Maybe.” You answered. You weren’t really sure why you kept putting it off, but you were too tired to think too much about it right now. “One day.” 

“Okay.”

“Good night, Nathan.” 

“Night, y/n.” You hung up, gripping your phone in your fist and staring up at the ceiling. 

One day. You thought. Probably soon.

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What Could Go Wrong?

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits 

Request: “if reader was one of the friends he called when his mum kicked him out” for anonymous

Word Count: 630 Warnings: none

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Dropping onto the sofa, you switched on the tv, tucking into the food your mum had left in the microwave for you. You had only eaten a couple of mouthfuls when you heard your phone buzzing from the pocket of the jacket that you had dropped by the door when you had gotten in, too far out of reach that you decided to ignore it. When it rang for a second time, you sighed, getting up to retrieve it, assuming that it must either be your mother or your boss, no one else ever called you, and neither of these options would be impressed if you didn’t pick up. Pulling the mobile out of your pocket, you quickly answered it, not bothering to look who it was. 

“Hello?”

“y/n, hey!” You were surprised to hear a man’s voice, quickly checking the phone screen to find an unknown number. “It’s been a while, how are you?” You instantly recognised the voice, the Irish lilt and cockiness all too familiar, and you fought the urge to hang up. 

“Nathan?” You questioned. You hadn’t heard from him since you had both left school, though you had definitely heard about him since then. “Didn’t you get arrested?” 

“Ah, so you’ve heard. It’s true, I’m a super sexy, tough criminal now. It was the only way to survive prison.” 

“Apparently you trashed the bowling alley. Real tough, being taken down by Beverly.” The pair of you had gone on many dates to said bowling alley, so you were all too aware of the managers dislike for teenagers, particularly those as loud and obnoxious as Nathan.

“Bev can suck my dick.” Despite the fact you had convinced yourself that you hated him, you cracked a smile, mentally cursing him for how easily he was able to make you forget.  

“I’m guessing you didn’t call me to discuss Bev, so what’s up?” 

“I kinda need a favour.” There was once a time when this was all you would’ve needed to hear before dropping everything to help him. It had landed you both in trouble many times, but you had never been able to say no to him. 

“What kind of favour?” You asked hesitantly. 

“I need somewhere to crash. It’s only for one night.” You stared straight ahead, taking the answer in, debating whether swearing at him or just hanging up was the better choice. Landing on a third option, giving him a chance, as was on par for how things had usually played out with the two of you, you took in a deep breath to calm the anger before you spoke.  

“Seriously? I don’t hear from you in two years and you want to know if you can stay here? You must be desperate.” 

“I- A little. Please, it’ll be for one night. I- I have nowhere else to go.” The desperation in his voice tugged at your heart. You weren’t used to this kind of honesty from him. All throughout your relationship he refused to open up, always acting as though everything was fine and that nothing hurt him, even when you could tell that he was lying. Hearing it now, after years of fighting him to show any emotion, to be completely honest with you, and then years of hearing nothing from him, it filled you with hope that maybe he was finally growing up.  

“Okay. One night, but you have to be out by the time my mum gets back.” 

“Thank you, y/n.” He hung up, leaving you standing in the middle of your living room, praying that you hadn’t just made a mistake. One night with the first person you had ever loved, and the only person to have broken your heart, was perfectly fine. What could go wrong?