but i only had three spots for angels

Kris scenario - Addicted to you

@catou1305

Genre: smutty smut smut

Summary: Waiting for Kris to come home is so draining! When you need some “release”, there’s only one way to get it.

Warnings: steamy phone sex, naughty public touching, teasing, riding, slight g-dom(ish)

endless dial tones, voicemails, and quick text messages. That all I’ve gotten from Kris for the past three months. I’ve been missing him for so long, but there wasn’t much to do. I figured I’d just try to call him while we are both awake at least.

“Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” I whispered. The line went flat until I heard a familiar voice on the other end.

“Hey, Baobei. How are you?” I sighed in relief as he spoke.

“Better now! I feel like you‘re a million miles away.” I whined. He laughed at my response.

“Y/n, our timelines aren’t that bad, right? At least we’re both awake at the same time.” He said. I know where he’s coming from and I know he’s trying to keep in touch, but it’s so difficult! I’ve never done long-distance before and I just worry we’ll start to lose the spark.

“I just miss you. I wish I could be with you right now. I love your presence.” He hummed in agreeance and I just continued, letting the words fall. “I miss how warm you are at night. I never noticed before, but our bed gets oddly cold! And I’m not big enough to stretch out over a California king bed.” He laughed again at my lonely state. I love when I make him laugh. His tough-guy image just melts into the gentle Kris I love.

“I miss your smile, Kris. And your lips…” I trailed off, getting lost in my own imagination. I could hear him humming through my phone, which makes me shiver.

“I miss your lips too, Baobei. I love kissing you, and touching you, and…” He stopped himself before he went too far into the dirty side of his brain. I just smirked, knowing I can drive him just as wild as he does me.

“I love that too, baby. It all I ever think about at night. I just want to press against you and never let you go. Kiss you when and wherever I want. I love the way you kiss. It’s like I’m the only one that has ever mattered to you.” I bite my lip as I started to feel a bit hot and bothered at the sound of him on the other line. I just knew he wanted to touch himself if he wasn’t already.

“God, Y/n. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to just get on a plane and see you for one night. It’s all I need.” His voice was getting rough and desperate with each word. “You’re like a drug. I just need a fix. I want to feel your skin against mine and you’re tight little-” He stopped when he heard me moan out loud. Everytime He starts talking dirty I can’t help myself.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He questioned. I blushed at his words, even though he was right.

“Maybe… Why don’t you finish what you were saying? my tight what?” I teased. His breath hitch and I could hear the soft sound of him stroking up and down his shaft.

“Your tight little pussy. I haven’t been with you for a while. I just know you’re throbbing right now. So wet and warm.” My head fell back as I inserted one finger into my heat.

“Mmmm~ I wish I could have your finger inside me. Your hands make me shiver every time.” I spoke softly. My other hand started to grab the sheets. I rubbed my thighs together to get some friction. Kris whispered dirty little secrets through the phone. I stroked my thumb up and down my clit while my index finger pushed further into mine. 

“Add a finger., baby,” He said, my knees buckled as I added another. I bit down on my lip, trying not to ruin the mood with a loud moan. I whimpered and arched at the amazing picture in my mind. My legs around Kris’s shoulders, his hand pleasuring me like no one as before. His soft lips giving pen mouth kisses to my clit. His warm tongue licking my wetness. 

“Kris!” I whined out loud. I needed to cum, fast. His moans are like music to my ears, I loved everything about this moment Even though he isn’t here, he still satisfies my every need.

“Scream for me! Let me hear your cries. I know you want me to go down on you. Kis your wetness. Making you mine. Scream!” I called his name at the top of my lungs. I switched the call to speaker and placed my phone next to me. My hand moved from the sheets to my breast, squeezing it like Kris does. My legs started to shake as my orgasm started rising fast.

“Cum, y/n. Let it all go.” I stopped holding back, I opened my legs wide and vigorously fingered myself, listening to Kris groan with pleasure. I closed my eyes and saw him between my legs, thrusting in and out. Curse words flowed out of my mouth, I pulsed as my high rocked my body. Both hands touching my center. Kris erupted with moans and skin slapping. 

I took a breath out, feeling my orgasm start to slow down into my regular state. I grabbed my phone to the sound os Kris’s panting filling the room. 

“How do you do that?” He said after I took him off speaker phone.

“What do you mean?”

“You give me intense orgasms without even being here. Who else does that? You’re amazing, baby.” I smiled devilishly to myself. He does the same for me. His voice groaning always takes me there. We made some small talk for a while until he had to get ready for the set. 

“I’ll call you later on if you’re still up, okay? I love you.”

“Okay, babe. I love you loo.” I hung up and tossed my phone onto the nightstand. I let out a long sigh and figured I should clean myself off. I got into the shower and washed all the sweat off of me and an idea sprung into my head. why not just go visit him? I finished washing and got out to dry and check my schedule for the weekend. Clear!

“I’m going for it!” I grabbed a suitcase and packed enough clothes and toiletries for a couple days. I specifically grabbed the matching bra and panty set Kris bought me. I got online a booked a ticket to Vancouver. The earliest flight was three hours from now.

I grabbed my phone and called an Uber to pick me up. I continued to pack all the essential I needed and hurried to the Livingroom. I turned off all the lights and grabbed my house keys as I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see a woman about the same age as me.

“Uber for Y/n?” I nodded and followed her to the car. She even offered to carry a bag for me and put it into the trunk.

As she drove to the airport we made some small talk. Mainly because a late night Uber call isn’t very common for someone who’s sober.

“Vancouver, wow! I’ve always wanted to go to Canada myself. Of course, I prefer the cold.” She said nicely. I smiled to her and explained further as to why I was going. She seemed very sweet and car rides are only awkward if you make it awkward.

“And here we are. Do you need any help with your bags?”

“Oh no. I’ll be just fine. Thank you so much! I appreciate it.” I said before getting out and grabbing my luggage. I checked my phone to see two texts from Kris

Getting ready for filming now. I miss you!

Call me later for round two if you’re awake ;)

I smiled devilishly to myself, knowing I’d actually be with him for a second round. I checked in and got my ticket to give to the man at the front desk. I Checked my bigger suite case and decided to just take my purse with me on the flight. I waited outside the boarding gate and just looked at what’s happening on SNS.

“Flight 432 is now boarding. Group one please come up to the gate.” I quickly gathered my things and walked to the check-in. I walked through the tunnel and stepped onto the plane to take my seat. With a deep exhale I relaxed into the seat and waited for take-off.

“Would you like a drink?” The flight attendant said with a smile.

“Yes. I’ll just have an iced tea please.” I replied. He nodded and went to get it. 

The flight went by much faster than I expected. I figured a quick power nap would be a good idea before we landed. The fasten seat belt sign came on and the flight attendants informed us that we were now officially in Vancouver. I started to feel anxious to see Kris again after a long time.

The next hour was such a rush. Getting off the plane, figuring out which studio Kris was filming at, and finally pulling up to where he was.

I stepped inside and found loads of people rushing around. I was stopped by two huge security guards. I saw my plan split at the seams. I had no idea how I was supposed to get in. 

‘I’m Kris’s girlfriend.”

“Does he know you’re here?” The guard said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, no. But only because I’m surprising him.” I explained. Just then a guardian angel came to my rescue. I spotted Kris’s makeup artist and called for her. She turned and rushed to where I was.

“Y/n! What are you doing here? Oh. Guys, she’s with me. It’s fine.” She took my hand and the guards nodded and walked away.

“I’m here for Kris. It’s weird not being around each other for  three months, you know?”

“I can understand that. He never shuts up about you. The boy is smitten.” She said, rolling her eyes jokingly. “Oh, actually they should be finishing up here in like, 20 minutes. Do you wanna wait in the trailer?”

“Okay!” The two of us walked to the hair and makeup trailer and caught up while we waited for Kris to come back from set. I looked at the clock ti see it was going onto 11 o’clock at night.

I quickly turned my head when I heard voices coming from outside. I smiled when I heard Kris’s footsteps coming closer and closer. I stood up as he opened the door and walked in. He looked over to see me standing there with his makeup artist next to me.

“Y-You came?” He said completely shocked at the sight of me. I nodded and walked over to him. He met me half way with a tight embrace. I held onto him with all my strength. I didn’t even notice Kris’s makeup artist get up and leave until we broke our hug. He just held my cheek and kissed me. The feel of his soft lips made my heart race. His hands rested on my hips and pulled me closer.

Before I could grasp what was happening, I was pressed against the wall and Kris’s hot lips kissed all over my neck. His hips pushed against mine to keep my on the wall, and his hands cupped my breasts. I combed my fingers through his hair and moan out loud. I didn’t care if anyone heard it. I was completely overtaken by his touch.

“Kris? Are you in here?!” I froze at the sound of three heavy knocks at the door. Kris looked at me and smirked. He slowly let me off the wall and onto my feet again.

“Yeah, I’m here!” The door opened and the director walked in with a massive grin on his face.

“Great shoot today! I was thinking of something for tomorrow when we film some of the car scenes.” He went on explaining all the wild action scenes he wanted in the movie and Kris just nodded at everything he said, clearly wanting to have some time alone. 

“But that can all be explained in greater detail tomorrow. Again, great work today, man.” The director patted Kris on the arm and left the two of us.

Kris turned and reattached his lips to mine. I’ve been craving this for months I just needed the feel of him. We stumbled backward and landed on the couch in the corner.

“Wait, baby. Ad much as I’d love to take you right her and now. My girl deserves to be on a quality bed.” He said. I knew he was right, so I let him up and he took my hand, leading me to his car. I got in and Kris slammed the door shut, getting into the driver’s seat. 

He drove us to the apartment he decided to rent for the time being. He let one hand go of the wheel and figured it’d be fun to mess with me. His hands rubbed up and down my thigh squeezing a few times. I was just about to open my legs a little more when we pulled into the garage. He quickly opened my door and pulled me behind him, eager for a release of all the sexual frustration we’ve been holding in.

He opened the door to the apartment and in no time at all he tossed my top to the floor, pulling me in for a heated make-out. His tongue brushed my bottom lip wanting access. I held the back of his head and kissed him deeply. 

His hands unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them off before lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him. I kept a firm grip on his shoulders as he walked us up to his room. He turned around and sat on the bed, letting me straddle him. I never wanted this perfect moment to end.

I pushed my body weight onto him forcing him to lay on his back. I kissed down his jaw and nibbled on the little spot on his neck that drove him crazy. His grip on my thighs tightened and I moaned against his neck, vibrating the exposed vein.

“Y/n…” He moaned into the air. I stood up, off the bed and faced him.

“You are wearing a few too many layers,” I said eyeing his shirt. He started to strip down until I stopped him halfway. I snuck my fingers into the hem of his underwear, looking him in the eye as I pulled it over his rock hard member. I smirked at the power I had over him. It feels good to know He’s been as pent up as I was. 

I took his hand, bringing it to my panties he bought me before leaving. He eyed me up and down and pulled them down my legs slowly. I took a few baby steps closer to him and spread my legs over his lap, crawling back onto the bed. His hands held onto my back and unhooked my matching bra. He just stared at my naked body until I finally leaned down and kissed his lips gently.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling us further onto the bed so his legs were completely on the covers. I ‘accidentily’ grinded down when he got into a comfortable position. His head fell back, giving into my every touch. I rubbed our centers together until he couldn’t take any more teasing.

“Tell me what you want Kris,” I said in a seductive tone.

“I want to fuck you. I want you so weak, you can’t stand tomorrow.” He said with darkening eyes. I smiled and sunk down, just enough to let his tip enter me. I hummed at the small amount of friction. Kris wanted more. He turned us over and held me down.

“You have no idea how difficult is it to just think about the things I can do to you day in and day out. You are not going to tease me tonight.” His voice made me even wetter than I was before.

His thumb brushed my entrance and he smoothly thrust into my in one movement. I held my palms to his chest, feeling his pec muscles flex. I slowly moved my hips up to match his stroke.

“Mmm~ Just like that,” I said encouraging him to move faster. He picks up his speed, just like I wanted. The bed rocked with each sensual thrust back and forth. His hands wander my body gently, touching as much as he could. I held onto his shoulder as he started to get rougher.

“Wait, wait, Kris.” He stopped and looked at my with confusion. I pushed him back and straddled him again, facing him. I moved my hips in vigorous figure eights, feeling his thick cock move inside me.I bounced up and down as Kris gripped my hips again, moving me up and down.

His eyes were directly on my chest while he smirked to himself. I leaned back, letting him get a better view. His lips pressed to the valley of my breasts and we started to feel that familiar built up. I clenched onto the sheets as my orgasm pulsed through me. Kris grunted as he started his high as well. I held onto him instead, leaving no space between us.  It was the most amazing feeling. By far the best orgasm I’ve felt in a long time. I moaned Kris’s name like it was the only word I knew. 

He pushed himself into me a few more times, riding out the last bit of euphoria. His panting started to get heavier with each breath. I felt his erection soften and pull out of me, letting me fall back against the mattress. He laid out next to me, catching his breath.

“Well, you were right,” I said

“About what, baby?”

“My legs feel like jelly,” I said with a laugh. Kris laughed with me until he facial expression changed into a serious look.

“So is this it? Are you going back tomorrow?” He asked

“Well, my plane doesn’t leave until later at night, so I can for sure watch your stunt scenes tomorrow before the flight. He held my hand and looked down at my fingers.

“It won’t be much longer, I promise. As soon as filming is over, I’m coming home. I hate being away for you for so long.” He said with a sincere expression. I brushed back a few stray hairs out of his face and tilted his chin to look at me.

“No matter how long it takes, I’ll still be here.” He smiled and kissed my lips once more.

“God, you are just so addictive. I don’t know what it is, but you just have this permanent place in my mind. I’m pretty sure the crew is sick of me talking about you.” He said relaxing beside me. I hummed in response and Kris covered me with the blankets. We finished off the night with sweet whispers and stolen kisses here and there. There is no one else I would book a last minute flight for. He just has that hold on me.

THE END

Not Ready | Kim Minseok

GenreAngst, Fluff

Word Count2.1k

Summary - You and Minseok stumble across a life change. You’ve spent years without him and one lucky day the past you’ve tried so hard to avoid, shows up at your doorstep 

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Y/N’s POV

The heavy lump in my throat never seemed to disappear from my throat as I continued to breathe through the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I had to seem strong in front of him; even if I was completely shattered at his response of the news he’d received from me. Being pregnant and carrying our child seemed to be the best thing in the world to me, but apparently he didn’t feel that he was ready enough to be a parent. The thought of him regretting this for even a single moment made my world crumble into a place where I didn’t know who would support me in anything anymore. But this last argument was it. Him completely stating the fact that he does not want the child to be a part of his life, pushed me to take the decision I never would’ve considered in the past 4 years of our relationship.

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Four's a crowd but five is a miracle

AN: You’re Alec’s best friend and you get called back to the New York institute to find your friends in ruin.
Characters: Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Jace Lightwood, Clary Fairchild
Pairings: Alec x Jace, Alec x Magnus
Spoilers: None
Warnings: self-harm (punching walls)
Prompt: “If we cant write Alec as straight, we might as well not write about him at all! Would you rly rather have noone write abt Alec than have us write him with a girl? Bitch he straight as hell, get over it!”

So, yeah, this is a bit of a spite story, but I actually kind of liked writing it. I really really like writing these characters. Also, I’m super not tryna start anything, write about whatever you want, I would just prefer writing Alec as gay myself.

It’s my first Shadowhunters piece, so let me know what you think?

*Set before Lydia but after the memory demon*

———————–

The silence seemed to expand between the band of shadowhunters, replacing years of love and laughter with tense looks and irritated snaps. Isabelle Lightwood was at a loss. Everywhere she looked, she saw signs of her brothers decaying, wearing on each other, destroying the bonds that had once kept them so close, and she had no idea what to do.

Sighing, she brushed her fingers over the photo stuck to her mirror.
Your smiling face brought back so many memories, so many good days and sunny afternoons and starlit nights; so many adrenaline filled hunts and heart wrenching injuries, but despite all of that, lots of love. When you had been there, there had always been love.

“Why did you leave Y/N/N?” She asked her photo, “We need you.”

Just then she heard a solid thump, the sound of her brother, Alec slamming his fist into his bedroom wall and, further away, the sound of Jace violently attacking the punching bag.

She sighed again, “Now more than ever.”

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Alec fumed, his stomach rolling with a toxic mixture of hatred, anger, rejection, confusion and pain. He knew he was being irrational, he knew that his feelings demanded to be dealt with and he knew, logically, that if he wanted to, he could talk to Izzy, or Jace, hell he could probably even talk to Clary.

He couldn’t do that though. Speaking about his feelings would make them real, once the words had left his lips, he would have to act on them and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet.

His fist collided with the wall with a resounding thump. The physical pain was a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil that stalked his every movement.

The punching had started just over a year earlier, when his thoughts were a constant flood of blonde hair and sculpted cheekbones and multi-coloured eyes. Back then it would happen once or twice a month but, these days; his knuckles were almost always bruised and bloody, not that anyone seemed to notice.

“Alec,” Izzy called from her room, “Alec, please.”

Alec paused, breathing heavily through his nosed and biting down on his back teeth to stop himself from crying out.

“Alec,” Izzy said again, gently, her voice shaking, “talk to me big brother.”

Alec closed his eyes, pressing his sweaty forehead to the cool cement wall. He knew Izzy was hurting, but so was he! Wasn’t he allowed to hurt too?

The boy’s thoughts turned to you. He ached with longing to have you with him again. You would understand; you would know what to do; you would be able to tell him, to help him understand why this was happening to him.

He sighed, closing his eyes. You were gone and, in his world, people didn’t come back.

Alec Lightwood took a deep breath and lined up his fist once more.

*Thud*

His knuckles split again.

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“Jace, are you and Alec okay?” Clary asked as she watched Jace train.

He seemed off, less in control than usual, real anger and frustration driving his punches as opposed to obligation.

Jace snorted, but kept his eyes trained on the punching bag, “Fine. Why?”

Clary shrugged, “You just seem…”

“What?” Jace asked angrily, turning to face the girl, “Just seem what Clary?”

“Upset.” She finished quietly, shrinking back into herself.

Jace ran a hand through his long blonde hair, trying to calm himself.

“Alec is my best friend Clary; he’s my parabatai, the closest person in the world to me. Whatever this is, it’ll pass.” He assured her.

He hoped so. By the angel, he hoped so.

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Clary tried to gauge the atmosphere between the three shadowhunters as they sat together, discussing what their next step should be. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew something was off. Something was breaking and she had no idea how to fix it. Even worse, she had a sneaking suspicion that she was the one breaking it.

Somewhere on a monitor, a red light began to flash, just a hopeful little light that was almost missed by the people that needed it.

“Hold on,” Alec said, “that’s really weird.”

“What?” Izzy asked.

“Someone’s coming into the institute.” Jace told her, moving to inspect the screen.

“Don’t you guys have wards and stuff to stop that from happening?” Clary asked.

Alec shook his head, “The wards keep out demons, mundanes and downworlders, but this person has angel blood.”

“That’s-that’s a good thing, right?” Clary asked, “It means they’re a shadowhunter.”

“Theoretically, yes.” Izzy replied.

“Realistically, well, Valentine is a shadowhunter too.” Jace finished.

“So what’s our move?” Clary questioned.

Alec shrugged, “Be prepared for anything.”

The next few seconds were tense. No one really knew what to do, so they just…waited. Just when Clary thought that no one was going to arrive, the door blew open and the autumn air carried in someone Clary didn’t recognise.
However, the change in her companions’ mood was immediate. A groan slipped from Alec’s lips and his bow clattered to the floor. The boy flew forward, wrapping the new arrival in the biggest embrace she’d ever seen from the reserved boy. Crisp, clear laughter filled the air and Clary looked to Jace for an explanation.

The blonde boy’s eyes were wide and watering with disbelief. He moved forward as if still dreaming, ignoring the curious red head’s look.

“Jace!” you cheered, “Oh my God, look at you!”

“Isabelle,” Clary whispered, “what’s going on? Who is that?”

Isabelle Lightwood smiled, peace and hope for their family invading her heart again, “It’s Y/N.” she explained, “She came home.”

And, with that, Izzy ran to embrace her long lost sister.

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You were home, after what felt like a century, and by the angel it felt good. For so long now you’d felt lost, as though you’d been floating through the ocean without an anchor, just hoping to arrive home somehow.

And now, you were here, surrounded by the three people you loved most in the world, people who you’d missed desperately every single day for more than a year. You’d had nightmares about coming back, only to find that one of them had died or been mortally wounded, or to find them hating you so, to be enveloped in Alec’s arms again exceeded any of your expectation.

“You’re back,” Alec sobbed into your shoulder, “by the angel, it’s really you.”

“It’s me,” you laughed, your own eyes misting up with emotion, “I’m home. I missed you so much.”

Over Alec’s shoulder you spotted him, his uniquely gorgeous eyes boring into yours and your heart jumped again.

“Jace!” You cheered, reaching your hand out to brush his face.

With a graceful movement, he captured it and pressed your palm against his warm lips. He was just so relieved to see you standing there, alive and healthy and, seemingly, happy to be back.

“Alec, I need to breath.” You laughed at the boy.

“No you don’t,” he retorted, “you had more than enough time to breathe while you were gone.”

“Alec.” You started, “Off. Now.”

Alec sighed jokingly, “Fine.”

You took a deep breath, “That’s better. Now get over here Iz.” You smiled, pulling Alec’s sister against you and squeezing you tight.

“You have no idea how much we needed this Y/N.” Isabelle whispered into your ear, “Everything’s gone to hell. Jace and Alec…I think they’re killing each other.”

You raised your eyebrows, your stomach dropping to your feet.

“Don’t you worry,” you assured the younger girl, “I’ll do whatever I can.”

You looked at the boys you thought of as your family, wondering what on earth had happened to them since you’d left and hoping against hope that you weren’t too late.

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“So,” you started gently, “What’ve I missed?”

You’d been sitting in Alec’s room, reading quietly and basking in being near each other after so long apart for nearly two hours, trying to find a way to address the thoughts buzzing around in your mind.

Alec shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder to try and avoid your eyes. You knew him better than any other human on earth, better than he knew himself sometimes and, for now, he just wanted to enjoy having you back.

“Come on Al, I know something’s wrong.” You pushed softly, “You can talk to me.”

Alec shook his head, “Not with this.”

You turned to face the boy and, in the process, brushed your best friend’s hands. The boy winced, but instantly tried to hide his pain. You frowned, your heart beating faster as you imagined what could be bugging Alec to the point of him not being able to tell you.

Seeing the look on your face, Alec began to backtrack, “It’s nothing, just stiff from training.” You reached for his hands and he pulled them away, “Really Y/N, it’s nothing.”

You grabbed his hands, gasping when your eyes landed on the purple bruises and crimson scabs adorning his knuckles.

“Alec-“ you started, your voice breaking with emotion.

He pulled his hands out of your grasp, swallowing hard past the lump in his throat.

“What happened?” You asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alec shrugged, feeling the warm saltwater tears building behind his eyes again.

“You weren’t here Y/N. How could I tell you if you weren’t here?”

You nodded, a grim certainty that you would carry this guilt with you for the rest of your life settling onto your soul.

You opened your mouth, uncertain as to whether or not you should say what you were beginning to suspect.

Alec smiled grimly, “Y/N Penhallow, I know that look.” He touched your arm, “What’re you thinking?”

You pressed your lips together, “Is this about Jace? Is this what’s tearing you two apart?”

Alec kept quiet, the confusion and anger rearing it’s head again. He wanted to punch the feeling away, but this was you, this was someone who cared about him. Maybe you would understand.

“I don’t know why he means so much to me.” Alec admitted.

You nodded, pulling your best friend into a tight hug, “There’s no shame in that Alec. There’s absolutely no shame in feeling something for someone.”

“But he’s-“ Alec started.

“Alec.” You said, putting your hands on his shoulders, “There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”

Alec paused. There the word was, hanging in the air for the first time instead of bouncing around in Alec’s head like a killer wasp. Hearing you say it made Alec feel like a little bit of the weight pressing on his chest had alleviated.

“You’re gay.” He reiterated in a last ditch attempt to push the reality away.

You shrugged, smiling sadly at your friend, “Kinda, I prefer the term bisexual, but whatever makes you happy dude.”

Alec laughed weakly; feeling years of fight slowly seep out of his skin. This was what he’d been waiting for, someone to just sit him down and tell him the truth that had been sitting on his lips for his whole life. He had needed to know that it wouldn’t be a surprise, that it wouldn’t change the way these people saw him.

Alec took a deep breath, letting all his anger float away into the afternoon air.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Alec.” You answered.

“I’m gay.” He admitted, laughing as he wiped away his tears.

Alec Lightwood was gay. The crushing weight lifted, not entirely, but enough to make Alec laugh incredulously. He felt almost dizzy with relief as he pressed his lips to your cheek, so grateful to have you back, and to finally be free. Finally, Alec Lightwood could be himself.

“You know what I’m gonna do?” Alec asked you.

“What babe?”

“I’m gonna call Magnus Bane.”

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Jace swung his seraph blade slowly through the air, practicing his form and trying to control the flood of thoughts that threatened to drown him. Seeing you had made him feel things, things he didn’t know he was capable of anymore, things he hadn’t even realised he’d closed himself off from.

You leant against the doorway, watching Jace and wondering how to approach this discussion. When you’d left, you and Jace had been on uncertain terms but you’d missed him, by the angel you’d missed him.

“Hey there pretty boy,” you called, “are you practicing because you know I’m gonna whoop you or just for fun?”

Jace smiled, “You? Whoop me? Funny Y/N.”

The boy pulled you into a hug, breathing in the raspberry and coconut scent of your hair.

“How’ve you been?” You asked, grateful for the lack of games between you two, “Izzy said you and Alec have been…weird.”

Jace sighed, “Alec’s been weird, I’ve been normal.”

“So abandoning Alec and Izzy to chase after a girl you’ve just met is normal to you? Because that wasn’t how it worked when I was around.”

“Yeah well you haven’t been around for a while, have you?” Jace snapped back.

You sighed, and Jace’s face softened.

“Listen, I’m s-“

“No,” you interrupted, “you’re right. I’m just worried about you, that’s all. You and Alec have always been so…together. I can’t imagine a world where you two aren’t together.”

“Where were you?” Jace asked, “Why did you leave”

You looked down, opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish.

“Please Y/N, I need to know.”

You nodded, “I-uh I went to the Madrid Institute. I worked there for a while.”

“Why?” Jace pressed.

“Because I-“ you started, “I didn’t want things to change! You and I were-well-what you and I were, Alec was all lost and confused, Izzy was acting out.” You paused, “I thought that, if I left, the problems would go away.”

Jace shook his head, “If you didn’t want to be with me then-“

“You know that’s not it Jace. Alec is my best friend, yours too. It would’ve killed him and you know it.”

“I know Y/N, I just-I just really really missed you.”

Slowly, he took your hand and kissed your palm again, his eyes sending butterflies through your stomach.

“I missed you too Jace.” You admitted, cupping his cheek softly.

“Can we, maybe, start again?” he asked.

You nodded, “Maybe.”

———————-

Clary was confused. She had heard mentions of you throughout the institute, little bit of memorabilia still littered the training room, the library, the observatory and even Jace’s bedroom but everyone seemed hesitant to talk about you, or why you’d left.

A faint knock sounded on Clary’s door and she called for the knocker to come in, assuming it was either Jace or Izzy.

“Hey Clary.” You said, your voice smooth like melted chocolate to her ears.

“Oh, Y/N, hi.” Clary replied, jumping up to shake your hand.

“I thought I’d introduce myself,” You smiled, “and apologise for all that craziness when I arrived. I haven’t seen my friends in a really, really long time.”

You put the red headed girl at ease almost instantly, and Clary suddenly felt stupid about worrying about you.

“It’s okay, I totally understand.” She assured you, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart against her fragile ribcage.

You were beautiful. Everything about you seemed to add to the light that you omitted, making it almost impossible for Clary to tear her eyes away from your face.

“I also just wanted to make sure that you weren’t blaming yourself for all the tension between Alec and Jace. This storm has been brewing since we were kids, you just happened to be the catalyst for it to begin.”

Clary smiled, relief spreading through her, “Really?”

“Really.” You smiled, “I’m going to train for a bit, do you want to come?”

“Sure!” Clary agreed quickly.

This was it, she realised as you walked together. You were what they needed to fix them.