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Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two

Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}

You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)

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Date Night

Penny comes home to a quiet apartment on Friday night.

Word count: 802


I open the door and see Simon’s head where it shouldn’t be: the couch.

“Did your date get canceled?” I call from the doorway. He shrugs with a small smile and points down at the couch.

I make my way over to him, dropping my bags in a trail along the floor. My back is going to hunch like an old lady by the time I’m thirty because I always take half the apartment with me when I leave for class. My shoes hit the couch with a thud as I fling them off.

I regret making all the noise because now I see that Simon isn’t alone on the couch.

Baz is curled up with his head in Simon’s lap, eyes peacefully closed and resting. Simon uses one hand to balance a textbook on the arm of the couch, and the other hand is holding Baz’s. He must have fallen asleep like that.

“He fell asleep as soon as he got here,” Simon whispers.

“He must be exhausted. Isn’t he taking more than a full course load this quarter?”


“I’m glad he’s getting some sleep.”

“Yeah,” sighs Simon. “How was your lecture? Did you teacher give back your paper yet?”

“No.” It sweet of Simon to remember, because he really doesn’t have to. He still keeps up with what’s going on in my classes, even though we’re not in the same ones anymore.

We’re talking in hushed tones, and Simon closes his textbook to run his fingers across Baz’s hair. I don’t know if he’s consciously doing this, or if it’s a habit his hands have learned to do on their own. “Lecture was good, though,” I say. “I got in a fight.”

“With the usual girl?”

“Yeah, the Tory. I gave her such a good smack down. A few people clapped.”

I grab the blanket we keep near the couch and lay it over Baz. It’s the big blue one with down inside and it’s also his favorite—I can’t believe I know this. I never thought I’d have a future where I would know Baz Pitch’s blanket preferences.

“You’re going to become friends with her one day,” Simon tells me.

I roll my eyes. “Not all of us make peace with our enemies by snogging them, Simon.”

He grins at that and looks down at Baz, and I see him get lost for a bit. I give them hell for their stupid flirting, mostly because it pales to moments like this. Quiet moments, when they both find some peace by being together. I wonder how long he’s been bound to this couch, trying not to disturb his sleeping boyfriend.

They were supposed to go to a fancy restaurant tonight, and Simon put a lot of effort into getting a reservation. I don’t think Simon cares that they’re missing it. With the way Simon is looking at Baz right now, I think that this is Simon’s idea of a date. Spending time close to each other, making sure they’re taking care of themselves. Staying inside, away from the pressures of the city. Inside, where Baz can fall asleep on Simon’s lap when he needs, and Simon can play with his hair.

“You guys are sweet,” I say. Simon rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “Let’s get take out when he wakes up.”

There’s quiet for a few nice moments, but then I look at Baz and find that he’s looking at me.

“I’m not asleep anymore, Bunce.” The tosser. He heard me.

“Good morning, love,” says Simon. I think Baz would start poking fun at me, but he responds to Simon’s voice like a call, immediately turning to look at him. Everything about Baz changes when Simon calls him ‘love’. They’re getting lost in staring at each other.

“It’s still the evening, Snow,” Baz protests. He pulls Simon’s hand from his hair, kisses it, then holds it to his chest.

I make a big show of groaning and loudly place our food order, but I’m happy for them. There are so many times that we could have fallen apart, but we haven’t. Not yet. And I don’t think we will. I think we’re going to keep on getting through this.

I hang up the phone and am forced shove a pillow in their faces because they’re snogging. Already.

“But I thought we were sweet, Pen,” says Baz, and I smack him with a pillow again, then jump on the couch to sit between them, the three of us nestled under the blanket, hiding from the world and waiting for our food to arrive. It’s such a lame way to spend Friday night, but it’s what we usually do. I think we earned this, after everything. 

Above me, I hear a wet smacking sound. Being short is horrible, sometimes.

“I swear, if you are snogging directly above my own head I will invent a new spell so horrible you will never recover.”

I feel them break apart from either side of me. Baz laughs, but his voice still sounds sleepy when he speaks to me. “Tell me about the smack down you gave at lecture today. And from the beginning, your lecture stories are always epic.”

They are epic. But still, it’s nice to hear it from him. I start from the top.

Don’t let go

This is for @iamjanaandjanameansme. Thanks for the prompt ily and sorry this took so long!!

The prompt was: ‘Simon is freaking out about Baz having been locked in a coffin and Baz tells Simon he thought of him to stay sane.’

‘The numpties kept you in a coffin? For two months?’

‘Six weeks,’ he mutters. ‘And I think they thought they were doing me a favour, with the coffin….’

(Carry On, p372-373)

I don’t even realise I’ve jumped to my feet until I feel Penny’s reassuring hand on my arm.

‘You were in a coffin for six weeks?’ I ask, my voice strangled. ‘How are you not dead?’

Baz sneers. ‘It’d take more than numpties to kill someone who’s already dead, Snow.’

‘You’re not dead,’ I growl, beginning to pace. ‘Are you okay? Did they feed you?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Of course that’s your primary concern.’

‘Did they?’

‘They gave me blood.’

‘But you need food too, right?’

‘Not as much as a normal person,’ he says, his tone curt.

He went six weeks without food. How is he still alive? Who could have done this to him?

‘Blood from what?’ Penny asks, and Agatha makes a noise of disgust.

Baz sighs. ‘I didn’t ask.’

How can he act like he’s okay? I would have gone crazy. I’m trying to picture it, what it would have been like, in the pitch darkness for weeks on end with nowhere to go, unable to move. Helpless.

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Anyway for real though I need an AU now where Jace actually does go to a book club but no one believes him when he says that’s where he is.

Until one day he brings this cute boy named Simon home and everyone’s like “oh where did you two meet???” And they both say at the same time: “book club.”

And that’s when the Lightwoods find out that yes, Jace actually goes to book club. (But what they don’t know is that Jace only went because Simon was handing out flyers at Java Jones, and was so enthusiastic and cute when talking to Jace about it, that there’s no way he could have said no.)

anonymous asked:

SnowBaz au/headcanon where Simon is deaf and Baz learns ASL so he can talk to Simon and they eventually become (more than?) friends

lmao okay you gonna make me cry while writing this. 

- Baz was a smart bloke, always ready for class and always participating, he’s sharp as a knife and teachers love his remarks; but his all time favorite thing to study are languages. 

- He was raised as a bilingual kid, but later in life moved to another country, needing to learn another, complete foreign to him, language. That is when he realized his passion.

- By the age of fifteen he already spoke 5 languages and was now learning Latin, he had all the teachers impressed, and even the jocks of the school asked him to teach them new curse words (which Baz being Baz, he of course provided them with). 

- When Baz comes in to class after a few weeks, he sees a new student, all bronze messy locks, sitting next to his unassigned assigned spot. He’s ready a book about physics, and Baz can already tell that he can get used to this cute boy.

- Baz puts his bag down and sits next to the boy, he says hello but it seems like the boy just ignores him, so he taps his shoulder, and when the boy looks up at him with his blue eyes, Baz knows he’s a goner. 

- Baz says hi introducing himself, but he notices that the boy isn’t looking directly at him but at his lips, and when he introduces himself with a weird lisp using hand moments Baz realizes, he’s deaf. 

- However that does not stop Baz. 

- He starts writing Simon notes and texting him, sometimes directly talking to him but not much as Simon revealed that he’s kind of bad at reading lips. 

- It was about 2am on a friday when Baz realized that he was falling in love with Simon Snow, he realized that as they were watching a movie together (yellow subtitles for snow), limbs tangled (???) under the blanket, and Baz ran his hands though Simon’s hair.

- When Simon fell asleep Baz took out his phone, he knew what language he wants to study next. 

- At first Simon didn’t notice anything about Baz, but as the days moved on Si started noticing all the different hand movements that Baz started using, even when he just gave Si a note. 

- It was one of those nights again when Baz nudged Simon’s shoulder, and he looked up at him. Baz sat him up and looked him in the eye smiling as he signed “I Love You” to Simon, and Baz swore that Si lit up brighter than a Christmas tree as he saw that, he smiled so wide and it seemed like he was about to cry, as he threw himself into Baz’s embrace. 

- Baz was still learning but in a few weeks they talked in ASL, and as they lay down in the grass on a spring day, the flowers from the near by blossoming cherry tree flying in the wind, Simon turns to Baz, and decides to do something he was thinking about even before the night Baz told him he loved him. (hE FUCKING PUNCHED HIM jk)

- Baz looks at Simon, and Si’s cheeks are so red, but Simon closes his eyes and he kisses the boy laying next to him, and as he disconnects Baz just smiles and signs “Can we do this more often?” to which Simon happily nods. 


send me more prompts and stuff i love writing (i do mostly snowbaz, phan, joshler, destiel, otayuri and viktuuri) 

Negan - Moment of Weakness

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Summary: You end up pregnant with Negan’s baby and you have to tell him and your father, Rick. You know your dad won’t be happy about it. You don’t know how Negan will react and you don’t even know if he wants to be a father. The confrontation between Rick and Negan goes in a very unexpected direction.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing/s: Negan x Fem!Reader, Rick x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Negan, Rick Crimes, Negan, Michonne, Carl Grimes, Judith Grimes, Simon. Arat, Daryl Dixon, Alexandrians, and Saviors (Mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, swearing, gunshot, mentions of blood, angst

A/N: A huge thank you to @mo320 for being my wonderful beta and for helping me with the title!!

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simon imagine - clingy

“We’ve become the clingy couple you used to complain about.”

A frustrated sigh left my lips. I momentarily closed my eyes, hoping to calm down before I exploded in rage. After taking a deep breath, I opened them again. 

“Okay. So you ripped the banners. And you broke the table in room 2. That’s fine. That’s completely, utterly manageable and totally fine.”

I emphasised the final words as I looked back up at Jide, who looked just as clueless and oblivious to his surroundings as ever.

“It is fine, why is it even a big deal man? Harry broke the table too! It wasn’t just me!”

I shut my eyes again.

“Jide. Can you go and get Freya please? Or Lewis, please.”

“Oh for fucks sake man why? The fans aren’t here to see banners or tables anyway!”

“No Jide, but they’re here to see you.” I reminded him, signalling to the large ‘upload’ banner hanging from the entrance, the only one remaining intact. “You’re gonna have a bit of a health and safety issue when you do your Q&A on the floor because you broke the fucking table.”

“Oh come on,” He rolled his eyes. “It’ll be fine! Just chill out man!”

Sharply, I inhaled. 

“JJ. Please go and get Lewis and Freya.”

“Oh for fucks sake! Why are you being so fucking menstrual about this?”

“Because you’re literally being so immature!” I fired back, waving my clipboard around. “What are you, twelve?” 

“Yeah, on a scale of one to ten.”

From across the room I noticed Josh enter with a bemused smile. I was clearly being louder than I intended, and it didn’t help that the halls echoed intensely - however, I couldn’t help myself. I was beyond stressed.

“You know what Jide,” I sighed, rubbing at my temples further. “Sort this yourself. Not my issue!”

He appeared to be looking behind me and, just as I was about to give in, I felt a pair of arms snake round my waist.

“Hey,” a voice cooed into my ear, their jaw tickling my exposed neck. “What’s up babe?”

My entire body and all it’s stress seemed to dissolve. Letting the clipboard fall to the floor I turned, burying myself in Simon’s chest and inhaling his scent. He rubbed patiently up and down the back of my hoodie as I sighed.

“None of this is going to plan, Si.”

His warm breath tickled my ear. 

“You need a break babe.”

“There’s too much to do,” I declined, shutting my eyes and letting the tall boy’s arms hold me to him. His chest was muscular against my face, his tshirt soft and sprinkled with the scent of him. 

“So let someone else sort it,” he responded, his hands making their way up the back of my hoodie, moving dangerously close to the strap of my bra in an incredibly comforting way. Although usually PDA was not my forte, on days like today, I couldn’t really care less for our surroundings.

“Si, I can’t-”

He held me at arms length all of a sudden. With one glance from his deep blue eyes I knew I had lost. Looking down at the floor to resist the guilt, I eventually sighed, turning around.

“I’m going for a break!”

Jide’s head sprang up from where he had been stood talking to Josh whilst Simon and I had got lost in our encounter.

“Oh yeah, now she stops being so fucking anal! When Simon walks in!”

From the removal of Simon’s hand from my back, I could assume he was holding up a middle finger, an action I was seconds away from anyway. He laughed in response.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Enjoy your break you two, it’s clear you need it. Try and make sure she’s less bitchy when you bring her back.” 

I turned to confront Jide but Simon stopped me, bringing me in closer to him and playfully stroking my hair.

“Fuck off, Jide. I’ll see you lot later.”

Intertwining our hands Simon lead us out of the hall and into a separate office space down the corridor. Once we had entered he sat on the table, pulling me onto his lap and cuddling me close. Within seconds his lips were on mine.

“Simon,” I giggled, pulling away playfully. “There’s windows everywhere in here, what if the fans outside come round?”

“I don’t care,” he whined, tilting my jaw with his hand and pressing more desperate kisses to my lips. I felt my insides flip, my skin heating with love. “I missed you.”

“It’s been an hour!”

“I know, I know, I don’t know what’s got into me.” Softly, he nuzzled his head into my shoulder. My smile grew as I leaned in this time.

“I missed you too.”

He giggled a little. “Oh god. We’ve become that clingy couple you always used to complain about.”

Our laughs filled the room as I nodded.

“We really, really have.”

Make it Permanent (Snowbaz AU)

– Simon –

I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept more than 3 hours a night in weeks. I’ve been staying awake, watching Baz, trying to figure out what he’s planning. I’m sure Baz is up to something and I’m going to stop him. Penny doesn’t believe me of course (she hasn’t since fifth year) but he’s been staring more than usually lately and I’m certain he’s plotting my death. Penny thought this was ridiculous when I brought it up to her.

“Penny,” I had whined, “He won’t stop staring with his evil grey eyes and sometimes- sometimes he even smiles! I swear he’s thinking of all the ways he could kill me.”

Penny had just rolled her eyes and told me to drop it and focus on my homework.

School is a whole other issue. I just can’t get myself to focus on elocution and how slang affects spells when I know none of it is going to help me. I’m hopeless at magic. The only thing I can do is explode with it. I’m a weapon of mass destruction and I don’t fancy going off in the middle of class cause I tried to cast something as simple as dime a dozen. So instead I stare out of the window, gazing out at the Wavering Wood, listening to the sounds of my classmates casting spells in the classroom behind me. Most of the time, none of the teachers will call me out. They’re all scared I’ll go off too. They’d much prefer leaving the precious chosen one daydreaming out the window than risk having to clean up after me when I fuck up. Assuming I leave anything behind once I go off. So far I’ve managed to protect everyone when it does happen, but the risk is far too great. I most likely would have been expelled from Watford on the grounds that i’m a danger to the whole fucking world if I wasn’t the Chosen One.

The bell ringing distracts me from my thoughts and I push myself out of my desk, smiling at Penny when I meet her outside the door of the classroom.

My thoughts drift as we walk across the great lawn.

“Simon. Simon are you even listening?”

I glance over at Penny and realize she’s been talking to me the whole time.

“What? Sorry Pen. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, Si.” she puts her hand up against my cheek and I lean into it. “How much sleep are you getting? You can’t stay up all night keeping an eye on him. He may be a nocturnal vampire, but you aren’t.”

“I know. I know,” I sigh.

“Look, just try and get some sleep tonight,” she says, “promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” She smiles at me. “Now I need to get to class. I’ll see you at supper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile back and she turns, setting off back across the lawn.

I yawn. I still have two more classes today, but I could probably fit a quick nap in before my next one. I head closer to the Wavering Woods and flop down into the grass, my back against a tree. Just a quick nap, I think as I start to fade off.

– Baz –

I hurry out towards the Wavering Wood as soon as I get out of class. I haven’t had any blood for days because that idiot Snow has decided to start keeping odd hours, probably convinced I’m up to something again. Whatever his issue with me is this time, I haven’t been able to sneak out after hours without the danger of him following me like he did fifth year. I couldn’t risk it. But I’m starving and I need to drink something, at least a small badger, before my next class. My fangs have been popping every time a breeze blows my way, I feel like I’m thirteen again and just getting used to having fangs at all.

I’m so distracted that I don’t notice the sleeping boy beneath the trees until I trip over him. I crash down in a tangle of limbs and flailing.

“Fuck! Fuck! Are you alright? I’m so sorry! Fuck-”

I turn to see who I stumbled over and see curls and bright blue eyes, wide after being woken up so suddenly.

“Oh. It’s just you.” I sneer. “Hello Snow.”

He blinks stupidly at me for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know. Just going for a nice stroll between classes until I was tripped by some idiot sleeping under a tree.”

He looks affronted at that. And he bloody well should be. It’s his fault I’m in this mess in the first place.

“Were you spying on me?” Snow narrows his eyes.

I scoff. “Snow, if I was spying on you, you wouldn’t know it. Now seeing as I’m practically in your lap, I think we can both come to the conclusion that is not what I was doing.”

And then I realize, I’m practically in his lap. Our legs are all tangled up together and I’m basically lying across him, my elbows in the dirt, scuffing up my button-up. I think he realizes this as well as I feel him start to shift his legs underneath me.

“Um…” he starts, blushing like mad. “Could you maybe, you know…” he trails off, gesturing at me.

“Right,” I say. My cheeks would be turning red if I had enough blood in me.

There’s a moment of almost silence as we try and untangle ourselves. Just Simon’s loud breathing.

I manage to get my arm up and around Simon to try and push myself up before I stop.

The world sways and spins around me.

“Are- are you alright?” Simon asks.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to push a sneer back on my face. “Yeah, I just. Y’know I think I may have hit my head”

Everything suddenly comes to a sharp focus as Simon puts his hands in my face, pulling me down closer to him. I realize I’m now completely on top of him, my hands on either side of his head. Aleister Crowley, as if this day could get any worse.

“Baz, Baz. Look at me.” Simon sighs. “Look, I may hate you, but I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or something.”

I glance back down at him and his blue blue eyes stare into mine. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now. What little blood left in me all rushing to my face at my closeness to Simon. After moments that seem like years staring into the depths of his eyes, he relaxes a bit.

“Okay,” he says, yawning a bit, “You’re probably fine but maybe you should just, stay here a bit.”

I nod my assent, too dizzy and distracted by Simon to argue.

He slowly guides me down to my elbows, and then to the ground, so that my right side is on the ground, but I’m still leaning against him. My head rests against his shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady through my palm that rests on his chest. I glance up and see him watching me, an odd look on his face.

“I still hate you, you know.” I nod and look away, pushing all of my panicked thoughts (what the fuck am I doing?) to the back of my head. I’m too dizzy to care what Simon feels for me at this moment, so long as I can stay curled up next to his warm body and feel his magic spark against his skin.

I slowly let my eyes fall shut, drifting off to the sound of Snow’s even breathing.

I wake up slowly, blinking at the twilight that has set in. The sun has gone down and I can’t remember what I’m doing outside. Then I glance over and see Simon. Simon, asleep beside me. I stare for hours, or maybe minutes, or maybe eternity. Tracing his moles from his eyelid to his cheek. Watching his chest rise and fall gently. How can he be so alive all the time? It fills me with envy. That he’s alive with such ease.

My stirring must have woken him, because his eyes open softly, piercing blue right into mine.

“Baz?” he whispers softly. Confused and still wrapped in sleep.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbles.

“Shhhh, Simon” I say, because I can’t help myself. “You’re fine. Go back to sleep. You need it.”

“Mmm” he agrees, closing his eyes.

I start to shift, carefully trying to pull myself from his grip. I really need to feed, as much as I want to stay here with Simon forever.

“Where are you going?” he says softly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

I stand and watch him curl in on himself in my absence, and then walk towards the woods.

– Simon –

I wake in my bed. Confused and alone. I glance around our room but don’t see Baz. I remember falling asleep. His soft hair brushing up against my cheek in the grass. He seemed so innocent and soft when he was injured. Dizzy from hitting his head when he tripped over me. His eyes soft and scattered. Like a baby bunny I needed to take care of. Bunnicula maybe. The bed next to me is empty, but I don’t remember how I got up here. Sleep starts to seep over me again and I let it, closing my eyes.

Some time later I wake to the door creaking open.

“Baz?” I ask.

He looks up from the door, his hair falling in his eyes which glint a steel grey in the darkness.

“Yeah?” he asks. I can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

I decide to start with the easy questions.

“What time is it?”

“Um, probably a little after midnight,” he guesses.

“Where were you?”

He huffs a laugh and starts moving towards his bed. For once, I decide to leave it alone.

“Wait,” I say as he begins to climb into his bed. He pauses and turns to look at me. I swallow, suddenly unsure of what I was thinking.

“Um, do you wanna, maybe,” I take a deep breath, “sleep here, with me, tonight?”

I don’t expect the genuine smile that lights his face as he moves towards me cautiously.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, smiling back. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night watching me…” he starts, wrapping his arms around me.

“Well we’ll just have to make this a more permanent thing, so I can always know where you are.”

He laughs quietly, “I don’t think I’d mind that.”

Maybe in Your Dreams

A fic for @snowbaz-feda
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1622
Summary: At night, Simon dreams about kissing Baz and all the things he loves about him. By daylight, he forgets about all that in the same way he doesn’t allow himself to think. By daylight, he hates Baz and worries that he’s plotting. He’s lucky he doesn’t remember the dreams because it would never go well if he did. Or would it?

Baz hair looks soft. It always does. And I always want to touch it. Now he looks at me, softly. A gaze I’ve never seen from him. Not directed at me, anyway. Then, suddenly, his lips curl into a smile and I’m gone. If only he’d smile like that all the time, if only I could always wash the frown off his face. If only I could make him stop hurting. I know that he is, beneath the surface. I know that, really, Baz Pitch is just like me. It hurts me to know that.

It breaks my heart and his hair looks soft and I want to touch it. That, too, breaks my heart. There’s a reason for that, but I don’t think of it now. All I think about is his jawline. It looks so sharp as though he could cut himself on it. His face is made of edges, but it goes soft when I touch his cheek. His hair frames his face gently, his nose is slightly crooked but it makes the whole picture only more interesting. There’s a storm going on inside his eyes.

I think what I always think when I look at him. Why does he have to be so bloody perfect? Everything about him is.
And then he makes a mistake. Because he whispers: ‘Simon,’ and he should never call me that. Not in that perfect voice of his. Because it’s hard enough to pretend when he hates me, it’s even harder when he doesn’t.

All the rules I’ve set up for myself. I’d break them. Any time. If he just called me by my name.
I bury my hands in his hair and pull him a little closer. He cocks an eyebrow at me and for a second I think we’re fighting but then he urges forward and our lips meet.
Don’t even get me started on his lips. The things he could do with them… But it’s not even about the kissing. It’s being connected to him, being together with him and feeling free. If only I had this kind of freedom.

The alarm clock rings and Simon grunts. It’s the start of another day. He wants to stay in the dream for a few more seconds, but Baz has already left for breakfast. And he needs to watch Baz at all times, because he cares about him… So much…
That thought jerks Simon awake properly. His eyes snap open and he shakes his head, confused. Need to watch Baz… Because he’s plotting. Always is.
He surges and leaps out of the bed. Another day begins. He sighs and goes for the bathroom, thinking about the dream. It was a good dream, he knows that much. But no matter how hard he tries to remember, he can’t imagine what the dream was about.

In the breakfast hall, Simon watches Baz out of the corner of his eye. He’s sneering about something. Simon doesn’t think about the way his hair falls into place. He doesn’t think about how beautiful Baz’ lips would looks smiling. No, he thinks, certainly, Baz doesn’t have any feelings at all. Nothing can hurt him. Nothing can hurt Baz.

As he goes about his day, he thinks about Baz, because he just can’t help it. In the way you’d imagine him thinking about his enemy. Concerned. Fearful. Not in the way he thinks about him every night. In his dreams.

After school, Baz is waiting for him in their room. Simon is suspicious, but he doesn’t say anything. Baz looks strangely thoughtful and Simon wonders why he just looks into space, as though he was trying to solve a riddle. Simon thinks it would be best to just ignore him, but as he sits on his bed, trying to do homework, he feels Baz’ gaze linger on him. Something is wrong. He can tell. There is tension in the air and he doesn’t know where it came from. Suddenly Baz jumps up and Simon is too startled to move. Baz tackles him onto the bed, pinning his hands beside his head.
Calm down, Simon wants to say but all he manages to breathe out is 'Anathema.’
'You need to answer me a question,’ Baz hisses and his voice sounds broken. Simon is panicking a little bit. Not because he’s afraid, but because this situation is strange. Baz doesn’t sound like usual, when he wants to start a fight. No, he sounds emotional, like this is important to him. What could that be?
Simon is too surprised to resist. He doesn’t even defend himself. He just lays still and waits for the question.
'What did you dream about last night?’
'I don’t dream.’
'Everybody dreams.’
'Well, I don’t.’
'I know you do. I hear you talk in your sleep.’
'Then, apparently, I forget about the dreams in the morning.’
'That must mean they aren’t that important.’
No, Simon thinks, but doesn’t bother to correct him. That’s not what it means at all.

'I think, maybe I dream about Agatha.’
'Didn’t you break up?’
'That doesn’t mean that I stopped loving her, does it?’
Baz stays really quiet for a second, he looks down and lets go of Simon’s wrists, taking a step back. For some reason, Simon’s heart clenches.
'Yeah’ Baz says and swallows repeatedly. 'I guess.’
Baz seems weirdly restraint and Simon doesn’t know what’s happening. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, only that he did, and that he wants to stop it.
'Why do you care about my dreams?’ he asks and for some reason, he thinks he knows. But it doesn’t make any sense. Nothing makes sense.
'You said something. In your dream. Something really… weird.’
'What do you mean?’
'Something you would remember if you woke up. Because it would freak you out. But I guess there is a logical explanation to all of this.’
'Baz. What did I say?’
'It doesn’t matter now. I was wrong.’
'That’s what you said.’
'You said 'Baz.’ And then…’
'Then what, Baz? Please.’
'I love you.’
Simon freezes and his mouth goes dry and his heart beat speeds up and then – then he realizes that that is what he said in his dream. Not only that, he remembers it. Suddenly he remembers every thought he ever repressed and every dream he ever imagined for the cruelty of reality.

'Fuck,’ he whispers.

'It’s like you said. You probably dreamed about Agatha. And I was there, trying to snatch her away from you. And that’s why you said my name, before confessing your love to her. That’s what must have happened.’
'Probably? Why do you say probably? What else should I have dreamed?’
’S-sorry, I-’
'No, I asked you a question.’
'I thought that – for some reason – you dreamed… about… me.’
'And that made you angry,’ Simon whispers, eyes wide. 'Didn’t it?’
'Fuck off.’
'Do you know about dreams, Baz? In your dreams, you can’t lie to yourself. In reality, you can.’
'Bullshit. I lie to myself in dreams all the time. And for fuck’s sake, I couldn’t lie to myself when I’m awake if I wanted to. And believe me, I want to.’
'I remember it now. I remember it all. I dream because dreams don’t hurt you. Reality does.’
'What are you on about?’
Simon stands up, stepping closer to Baz, to face him.
'I thought you were plotting. I worried about it all the time. I was stupid.’
'So I keep telling you.’
'Don’t be mean, Baz, please. I’m trying to be honest with you.’
'Honest about what? It’s no secret that you think I’m a lying, mischievous-’
He doesn’t say it, he doesn’t think it, he just does it.
The world is ending. Or maybe it isn’t. He wouldn’t know if it was. He doesn’t know anything. Only that, when he lays his hand on Baz’ cheek, his face doesn’t go soft. It just freezes. And he doesn’t talk any more. He leans closer and then he feels his lips – damn. Damn those lips, this is so much better than dreaming. He buries his hands in Baz’ hair, like he always dreamed of doing. Carefully, he strokes the soft skin beneath Baz’ ear. But Baz doesn’t go soft. He doesn’t do anything. This is not a dream.

When Simon pulls away from him, Baz stares at him in shock.
'What,’ he mutters. 'What was that.’
He looks so confused that, for a moment, Simon pities him.
He smiles ever so sadly. 'This is why it hurts. This is why I’d rather dream. Because in my dreams, you’d kiss me back.’
And Simon will go away, before Baz realizes what happened and punches him. He wishes he had never remembered his dreams. There really was a reason why he didn’t allow himself to think. But now it’s too late. He’ll never be able to forget about kissing Baz.

Looking at Baz hurts, staying here hurts, but he knows that leaving will hurt even more. Still, he turns away.
No need to make it worse than it already is.
Except. There’s a hand. On his arm. A hand that stops him.

'You fool,’ Baz says and Simon would be hurting if he hadn’t said it so softly.
'What do you think I dream about, huh?’

'I don’t know, killing me, maybe?’
'You absolute idiot.’
And then Baz kisses him again.
'This is what I dream about.’
'Then how do we know we’re not dreaming right now?’
'We can’t.’
'So, I don’t care.’
'Me neither.’
They kiss again. And when they wake up in the morning, curled up in each others arms, it will still feel like a dream. But it won’t be.

No Where But Up

Request: Hi!!! I’m so happy you opened for requests, but there’s so many people I’d request for 😭 Can I ask for prompt 15 with Mr. Jay Park because you just write for him so well and I’m in need of some fun. Thank you!!! 💜

15) That awkward moment when you accidentally end up on an Idols Only dating app. (specify bias) 

Member: Jay Park x Y/N x (ft. Gray & Loco & Simon D)

Type: Fluff

Warning: Harsh language

“Have you seen her before?” Loco asked, tilting a brow as he slid his phone across the table. It skid to a stop in front of Gray where he eyed it lazily. 

“Have not,” he hummed, looking back to his phone again. 

“Well, who is she?” Loco asked, leaning to retrieve his device. 

“Considering I’ve never seen her before,” Gray sighed, setting down his own cell. “I really couldn’t tell you.” 

“It says Y/N,” Loco read quietly. “She’s new to Seoul.” 

“Are you on that stupid idol dating app?” Jay grumbled, shoving another piece of food into his mouth. “Also, I thought we agreed no phones during family dinners.” 

“Not idols,” Loco argued. “Celebrities.”

“I.e. Korean pop idols,” Jay repeated. “And I’m still not seeing you put away your phone.”

“But hyung, look at her,” Loco gasped, shoving his phone into Jay’s face. Taking a deep breath, Jay set down his chopsticks and grabbed the phone from Loco. His eyes studied the small screen, causing him to furrow his brows. 

“But who is she?” 

Jay had never seen someone he had been so interested in by mere photo alone. He knew you couldn’t possibly be a celebrity as he would have remembered an ass…a face like that if he had ever encountered it. Plus, nothing about you said celebrity. Of course you were beautiful, anyone with two eyes could see that, but you were average in the best sort of way. 

Ever since he had come back to Korea, a part of him had craved some sort of normalcy, and you looked like you could provide it. You had the warmth of one of the homegirls from back home. He could get lost in your eyes and that ass…that smile. You looked like you could handle his crazy lifestyle and be the big spoon to his little. 

Gray groaned, interrupting Jay from his thoughts of the future, and slumped on the small bench the two were sharing. He reached up and began to circle his fingers over his temples. 

“I don’t know!” Loco huffed, finally answering his question. 

Gray rolled his eyes as he snatched the phone out of Jay’s hands and set it beside him. “No phones during dinner, remember?” 

“Aish,” Jay grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Gray is right, we shouldn’t be looking at our phones while trying to have a meal together.” 

Gray nodded proudly as he had now harbored Loco’s confiscated phone. He reached up, bringing his chopsticks between his fingers, only to notice the two men beside him had gone silent. He looked up again to see them focusing directly on their food, eating with a new fervor he wasn’t familiar with. 

“If you two keep eating like that, you’ll get a stomach ache,” he muttered, gingerly plucking out a piece of meat from the grill. 

“Really hungry,” Jay croaked between bites.  “Must eat. Can’t talk.”

“If you want to look at the app, just look at the damn app,” Gray said, his face completely void of all emotion. 

“App?” Jay chirped innocently, his eyes wide. “I have no idea of this app you speak of. Loco, do you know of what app he speaks of?” 

“Probably the celebrity dating one we were just talking about,” Loco nodded absently as he shoved a piece of kimchi into his mouth. 

Jay’s innocent expression melted into something closer resembling exasperation as he looked at his friend. “Excuse me for a moment.” 

Jay patted his lips delicately with a cloth napkin and slid off of the bench. He nodded to Gray before shuffling off toward the restroom. 

“He’s downloading it, isn’t he?” Gray sighed, setting his chopsticks down. 

Loco laughed, shaking his head. “It’s downloaded, paid for, and he’s probably on his first date now.” 

Gray and Loco exchanged knowing glances before quickly finishing their own meals. After several moments of waiting for Jay to reemerge, it didn’t take them long to decide on enacting a rescue mission.

The pair tip toed into the restroom, remaining silent as they heard hushed curses fly from over one of the stalls. “What the fuck does this even mean? Wait, do I have to get my celebrity profile verified? Why are there so many people on this damn thing? So do I…wait…did I just swipe right on a dude?…he was fine though, but like, I’m not about that homie. Can I message him and tell him it was an accident…” 

“Uh, hyung?” Loco called, his grin growing wider by the moment. 

An uncomfortable silence filled the small restroom. Jay cleared his throat, wincing as he responded. “Yeah?”

“Everything okay in there?” Gray asked, trying not to snicker. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Jay nodded, looking down to his hovering position above the toilet. He wasn’t actually using the facilities, but was squatting on the seat, attempting to hide his feet from being seen. He wanted privacy as he dived deep into his first ever dating app, even risking his new shoes to possibly catch a glimpse of your face again. “Can’t a man just casually take a shit without his friends sending out a search party?”

“If by shit, you mean download an idol dating app,” Loco teased. “Then no, we can’t leave you alone.” 

Jay hopped down from the toilet and shoved his phone into his back pocket. He quickly unlocked the stall and slammed open the door. He pouted in annoyance as he walked toward the sink and began to vigorously wash his hands. “I don’t know what ya’ll think you’re talking about, but you should know your boy better than that. Jay Park doesn’t need a dating app. I am the definition of game.” 

“Then why is your boy on the newly listed members page?” Loco asked with lifted brows as turned his phone screen around and smiled. 

Jay turned the handles of the sink and shook off his hands. “You know what? Fuck ya’ll,” he grumbled. “Trifling asses thinking your slick. I see how it is.” 

Jay stuck out his bottom lip as he shouldered past his friends and exited the bathroom. 

“How long you think it’ll be before we meet her?” Loco asked with a chuckle. 

“Meet her or hear her screaming Jay’s name from his office?” Gray sighed. He patted Loco on the shoulder, jutting his chin out in the direction Jay had just departed from. “Come on, let’s get the “definition of game” some ice cream to help his bruised feelings.”

“Crap, crap, crap,” you hissed, pacing your room. You brought your hands up and into your hair, giving a light tug of frustration. “No, no, no.” 

You reached down again, tapping frantically at your phone’s screen. 

“How did I even do this? I can’t even believe,” you continued, stomping your feet as you spoke. 

“From the sound of it, I could swear you just accidentally sent me the entirety of your bank account via PayPal,” your roommate muttered, looking up at you over her glasses. 

“No,” you groaned, plopping forward toward the counter and burying your face. 

“But for the record, rent is due next week, so I’m going to need you to send me the entirety of your bank account,” she grinned, hopping up from her spot. “Seriously though, what’s wrong? I love existential crises.” 

“You suck,” you sighed, slowly lifting your head. “But I suck more.”

“Do tell,” she prompted. 

“Are you familiar with Idolize?” you hummed, chewing nervously on your lip. 

“That shitty celebrity dating app that wouldn’t accept me as a member so I could marry my inevitable husband, Kim Heechul?” your roommate asked. “Nope, never heard of it.” 

“Well, I didn’t know anything about it,” you continued slowly. “But somehow on my search to not be lonely-”

“Why are you lonely? You have me,” she interrupted. 

“Somehow on my search to not be lonely,” you continued. “I downloaded like a handful of dating apps and that was one of them and I made a profile and it got accepted and now I LITERALLY JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM KIM JONGHYUN AND I NEED HELP.” 

“Holy shit,” your roommate gasped, her jaw dropping. “Alright, one, does the app have a reference system that can get me in?” 

You shot her a dirty look, causing her to nod. “Okay, I get it, it’s a sensitive time, I’ll ask later. Two, what the hell did he say?” 

You clicked anxiously into the message, feeling your face grow hot as you read. “Is your phone in your back pocket? Because that booty is calling me.” 

“I don’t care if he’s an idol, if you don’t delete him right now, I’m forever judging,” your roommate grumbled. 

You groaned again just as your phone pinged. 

“Who’s that?” she gasped, moving to stand beside you so she could look over your shoulder. 

“J…J…Jay Park,” you stuttered with wide eyes. “Should I open it?” 

“If you don’t, I will,” she gasped, smacking your arm. 

“Okay…he says…” you hummed, clicking on the message. “Hey girl, so I know you probably don’t belong here, so aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” 

“I don’t know if you should be flattered or not?” your roommate whispered, squinting at the screen. 

“Do…do I respond?” you asked, tilting your head. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” she laughed. “He gets you out your panties? Sounds like the opposite of a problem to me.” 

You wiggled your brows, not completely turned off by the thought. 

“There are two kinds of people on these things, Y/N,” your roommate sighed. “Those looking to hook up and those looking for soulmates. You just have to figure out which one you are…and which one these guys are.” 

You glanced down to your screen, trying not to grin. “Okay, okay,” you whispered. “I’m responding.” 

“And?” she asked. 

“No doubt what your profession is.” 

“Oh,” your roommate grumbled. “Anticlimactic.” 

“You need a build up!” you gasped, your breathing faltering as the app signaled Jay had begun typing. “He responded. ‘Oh yea? What is it then baby girl?’“

“An artist, cause you’re a fine piece of work,” you typed quickly, grinning as you hit send. 

“You are so full of cheese, I don’t even want to be near you right now,” your roommate grumbled, pushing off of the counter and walking away from you. “Give her a dating app and she sends puns to a celebrity.” 

“He opened with a pun!” you gasped. “Jay Park is a punny, punny man.” 

“Puns don’t get you laid!” she chimed, walking back into the living room. 

“Maybe I don’t want to get laid!” you called back. “Maybe I want to get cuddled.” 

“By Jay Park?” she cackled. “Good luck with that!” 

Jay rolled over on the couch, his smile beginning to hurt his cheeks. His face had grown deeper and deeper in shades of red as he continued to text you. 

“I think he’s having a fit,” Loco muttered, eying his hyung from across the lounge. They had made it back to the AOMG offices, and Jay hadn’t spoken a word since arriving. Every now and again he would communicate via squeaks and giggles, but overall he had turned into a blushing mess. 

“I think he’s losing his damn mind,” Gray clucked, eying his friend wearily. “What are we going to do if they start dating?” 

“Maybe it’ll be good for him?” Loco sighed, watching as Jay flopped on the couch after his phone had dinged. 

Gray smirked, shaking his head. “I guess him being happy couldn’t necessarily be a bad thing?” 

“He did say he was tired of hook ups,” Loco hummed. “You have to admit, he’s pretty cute like this.” 

“Puppies are cute,” Gray grumbled. “This is frightening.”

“Why is Jay wallowing on the couch and making preteen girl noises?” Simon asked, appearing from his office. 

“I think he’s smitten,” Gray whispered, shaking his head. 

“Good,” Simon nodded. “Maybe he’ll start writing better songs.” 

“Shut the hell up!” Jay called from the sofa. “Gossipy bitches. I write bops now!”

“Of course you do,” Simon nodded. “You must have heard me wrong!” 

“Damn right I did,” Jay muttered under his breath. “I’m the damn voice of a generation.” 

Simon rolled his eyes and patted his label mates on their shoulders. “No where to go but up boys, no where to go but up.” 

Originally posted by clubeskimo

A Side of Me You Never Found - snowbaz

laST fic :((((((( thank you to @carryon-countdown for doin this amazing event for the fandom. here’s carry on countdown: chapter 61 :)



Is it so hard to believe, that maybe I like you?

The car is quiet on the way back to Baz’s manor.

Baz’s driving is slightly slower, less panicked and angry than before. Sometimes I don’t think he’s concentrating enough on the road, staring out to the horizon with his fingers pinching his bottom lip. I try not to stare, but it’s hard. Baz is so close, so here. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if… if I didn’t…

“Baz?” I ask.

He doesn’t react.

Until he pulls over.

And for the first time tonight, he relaxes.

“When you kissed me, did you mean to?” He interrogates softly.

Did I? Yes.

But…for how long?

I remember in fourth year, when I started to feel my relationship with Agatha slipping away from us both. When I swapped out my time with the girl of my dreams, to watch Baz (to study Baz). It was a pass-time that frustrated myself more than anyone, because there was something about Baz that I needed. Watching him, learning his habits and schedule, essentially obsessing over him for no reason other than my own obliviousness.

This continued through the next few years, even after everything he did to me. I never forget what he’s done, no, and I’m not even sure I forgive him, but I still admire him. For his strength, mostly, but also for his grace. Tonight is no different. He’s danger and chaos, but (paradoxically) I feel safer knowing he’s here.

Crowley, he’s here.

“Of course I meant to,” I answer softly.

“No, but did you mean it, Simon.”

Yes, Baz - I kissed you because I like you and I want to kiss you. Is that so hard to believe?”

He gives me a sorry glance. We stay silent for as long as is needed, until he slowly reaches across his body to un-click his seat-belt.

“Where are you going?” I worry, remember what happened the last time this happened.

“Nowhere, I just-”

“Please, Baz.”

“I need to get out-”


And I grab him by the shirt and kiss him once more.

We don’t part. Even when our lips aren’t touching, our foreheads stay pressed together. I look at him, but his eyes are closed. For what feels like forever, we stay in that moment. Baz doesn’t move at all, but my hands drift   from his chest, to arms, to neck and jaw. He sighs when he opens his eyes, but smiles quietly as he kisses me once more.

“You, somehow, are the only thing that makes sense right now,” he tells me, barely audible. “Which is ironic, because you have never, in your life, made any sense with your mouth before.”


Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 3.)


Part 1. - Part 2. 

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Negan finally sees you again.
Word Count: 6,056
Warning: Sexual tension and Negan’s usual potty mouth!
Author’s Note: And the duo is back together!!! Wow, this is a long chapter! I didn’t expect to get distracted go off the rails in this one hehe. I’m glad you are all enjoying the story though! Things are going to pick up soon…

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Song: Untitled (How Does It Feel) by D’Angelo 

“Chris, it’s either I quit or I work for the both of you,” you argued. Having two jobs while going to school would be tough to handle, but you were sure that you would get used to it. Plus, having another job could help with the bills and then some.

“But why him? Of all people?”

“He asked me to work for him. Simon and I… We know each other. I told him that I couldn’t just leave this place. You gave me a job when I first moved here, Chris. So, I told him the same thing. Either I work for the both of you or I don’t work at all.”

Chris sighed, “But I get you for more hours than he does.”

“Well, yes, but let’s not tell him that,” you smiled.

“How is it going to be split up then?”

“I’ll work here weekends because I know it’s the busiest. The rest, I’ll work for him.”

“So, you’re telling me you’ll be working three days out of the week for me and the rest for him? How is that fair, [Y/N]?”

“Are you forgetting that I need a day off, Chris? It’s split evenly. Three days for you. Three days for Simon. I’ll work for him Monday through Wednesday and Thursday through Saturday for you.”

Chris narrowed his eyes. “You’re lucky we’re even negotiating this. If it were any of my employees, I would have let them go without having this conversation.”

“It isn’t too late, you know. You can fire me,” you grinned.

“Oh, and what? Let Simon have all the business? Yeah right. I’d be stupid if I did that,” Chris sighed. “So, today’s Monday…”

You nodded, “I’ll be across the street. This will work out. Trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you. It’s not you that I’m worried about… It’s Simon.”

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drunken hook ups//simon minter

request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is friends with the sidemen and the past few times they went out drinking her and Minter end up having drunk sex and don’t remember it each time but keep waking up naked together

the imagine is like the backstory to the request i guess? i just sort of went with the flow. hope you all like it! 

requests are open!

love you all xo

It wasn’t the first time you had woken up tangled up in the sheets with Simon Minter passed out next to you and it probably wasn’t the last time you would groan into his pillow due to your reckless behaviour from the night before. It was an odd sort of tradition that any time you went on a night out with the Sidemen you would end up in bed with Simon as you drunkenly exploring each others bodies.

Other than the occasional hook ups, the two of you have an average friendship, you weren’t all that close but you still cared for him probably more than you should. The longest conversations you two had shared were the early morning chats before you collected your clothes and called a taxi to go home. It was the perfect arrangement at first, however, now you were beginning to see Simon in a completely different way and you thought it was best to end it all.

Believe it or not, you had tried to, but as soon as you had a little bit of alcohol in your system the only person on your mind was Simon Minter.

You pulled the covers tighter around your body as you felt Simon begin to stir beside you. “Morning, (Y/N),” he mumbled without opening his eyes; he just knew you were going to be there.

“This needs to stop, Minter.” You’ve said those words before and every single time you knew you didn’t mean them. Except that one time when you discovered he ripped your favourite panties the night before, that’s when you really meant it, however it didn’t take long for you to cave. But this time, you needed it to be over.

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” Simon yawned. He turned around to face you with a cheeky smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious,” your tone became more sharp as you spoke which caused Simon’s face to drop. 

“That was the last time.” You quickly get dressed with your back to him before grabbing your phone and leaving the room in silence.

“Oh, fucks sake!” Those were the first words to leave your mouth when you opened your eyes to discover where you managed to end up the night before.

Simon was sat up against the headboard with his eyebrows raised towards you. “Funnily enough, those were my exact words when I woke up, too.” You covered your face with your hands, completely disappointed in yourself for going against your word.

“This is all Freezy’s fault for convincing me to go out last night.” You mutter loud enough for Simon to hear before you quickly point a finger at him, “and it’s your fault for letting it happen.”

My fault?” He quickly jumped to his own defense, “I was just as drunk as you were last night and I barely remember going to a party- never mind leaving with you!”

You both stare at each other, matching frowns on your faces, waiting for the other to cave and look away. You knew he was right, it wasn’t his fault, if anything you were both equally as responsible. This realisation doesn’t help with the problem you were currently facing with your conflicting feelings towards the silver headed boy.

“Where did all of this come from, (Y/N)?” He asked, “we’ve been sleeping together for months and of course, you can change your mind whenever you want but I want to know why.”

“Because,” you took a deep breath, “I don’t like the fact that the only time we have a proper conversation is when we’re waiting for my taxi to come.”

Your eyes were trained on your hands as you played with them nervously and wished for one of you to find the words to break the silence. Finally, he did.

“How about we go for a drink?” He suggested.

“What will getting drunk achieve? That’s what keeps getting us in this mess.” You raised your eyebrows at him, completely confused at his suggestion. Having a drink will just bring you both back to square one.

“No, I mean, like a date?” Simon’s voice dropped to almost a whisper as he spoke and he grabbed your hand in his to stop you from playing with your fingers. “We don’t have to go for a drink, we can just get dinner. Or we can just go for a coffee if you’d like. It can be like a new beginning.”

Your heart began to beat a million miles a minute as you listened to Simon stumble of his words with a smile slightly gracing the corner of his lips. His eyes found yours and his words suddenly stopped pouring out of his mouth as he waited for your reply.

“I would like to go on a date, Simon.” You gave his hand a light squeeze as he grinned at you, “new beginning?”

“New beginning.”

Molded for each other.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, violence, more violence, smut (NSFW).

P.S: Thoughts are in italic.

Word Count: 5952

Gifs by @grungedaddykinks and @mypapawinchester

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

It’s been about 2 hours that you’re on top of Sanctuary looking around, people working, walkers on the gates… normal life on theses days. Suddenly you can hear the door open and closing and when you look behind you see Negan, he put Lucille aside the door and came close and hug you.

“Why I always get a feeling that you come here to run out of me?” He says while kisses your neck. “Or just want to commit suicide and abandon me?”

“Yes, cause the less painful way to die is cracking all my bones,” you say sarcastically as always looking him on the corner of yours eyes.

He laughs, that maniacal/sexy laugh that’s an essence of him. 3 minutes passed while the two of you look around. Just breathing a little and enjoying the sun getting ready to dusk.

“Would you call me crazy if I tell you that I prefer the world in that way?” You say cracking the silence.

“Yeah, I fucking would” He looks at you with frowned brows.

“Is just… I mean of course have a lot of issues and at the start was a complete hell. But "normal life” was cliche, going to school, working, finding someone, marrying, having kids and blah blah. And I always thought that 95% of the people were never happy, like they just existed, not lived. And now we fight but at least people don’t act like they want to win a trophy for ‘The Best Friend’, is just more natural now. The planet isn’t dying like before, without wars or discrimination. And fewer buildings, less pollution. The planet is breathing again, after a long time. Actually, I think all the walkers will serve as a good fertilizer one day.“ You say so deep in your thoughts.

"Wow, I forget how freaky-deaky that pretty little head of yours can be,” He says moving his hand to put a bit of hair behind your ear.

“Come on, think about it before was boring, now we feel the adrenaline all the time,” you say looking around, sort relieved.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’re something else,” He says while inclining his back.

“Says the man who maniacally kills people with a bat”  you tease him, giving a wink, Damn is nice to play with danger.

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Miniminter smut 'on your knees now'

Prompt: ‘I missed your mouth" “on your knees now”
Warnings: Naughtiness
Simon x reader

Your waiting at the sidemen house, the lads have been to LA but you couldn’t go unfortunately, you had uni so you were left on your own. You missed them all so much, but especially Simon your Boyfriend.
You’ve missed his touch and his lips and you’ve missed his smell and definitely missed him when you go to bed. They went for a whole month and your didn’t get to  see him at all, you called and texted and Skyped’s as well. But it wasn’t as good as actually being with him.
You hoped he had a good time but you wanted the blond home so badly, you slept in his big bed alone and wore his clothes to make your self feel better but it didn’t work. It was a tough two weeks, at the second week you needed him so bad you were so horny you almost couldn’t cope.
But finally Simon was coming home, you cleaned the house and his room trying to make it nice for his arrival. You lost track of time and forgot that you were just in pants and one of his t-shirts. You were cleaning away, music blasting you didn’t hear your phone buzz with a text reading.
Simon :)):
Hey babes, home in 20 x

You were just mopping the floor oblivious to the fact that Simon would be home soon. Simon in his car on the way back, you had started on changing the bed cloths ( they won’t stay clean long) you giggled at the thought of him roughly pounding into you, you hope he’s as sexually frustrated as you are as you’ll be in for a night of pleasure, you moan at the though getting slightly wet and simons not even home yet.

Music blasting you don’t hear the door open, Simon walks in unable to see you downstairs so he heads up, only to find you bending over cleaning his desk unintentionally giving him a full view of your ass in his top lying just on your waist as it rides up while your busy cleaning. He sneaks up behind you and you feel someone grab your hips and grind you against them. Slightly shocked but realising it would be Simon you started to wiggle your hips and grinding down on him. His grip on your hip almost hurting you. Looks like he was just as frustrated as you were as you feel his hard on poke your ass.
He grunts and flips you around so that your facing him.
“Mhhh Hello gorgeous” he smirks
“Hiya baby” you replied sweetly
“You don’t know how much I missed you”
“I think I do” giving his bulge a rub
He grunts and you giggle at the site in front of you. He kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You loved it when Simon was frustrated or angry as the sex got rougher which you loved.
The kiss made its way to your neck where he left a whole bunch of love bites.
“Fuck Simon” you moan out
This is exactly what you need, you thought.

“On your knees now” he demanded

Your legs quiver at the request and you do as your told and get on your knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt you pulled down his trousers and palm his bulge through his boxers then soon enough removing his boxers. His erection sprung from his boxers hitting his stomach. You lick your lips at the site, you grab his dick and pump it in your hands before licking the tip hearing a loud grunt emerge from Simon.
“Fuck Y/N”
You smile up at him, keeping eye contact you take his full length in your mouth, then removing your mouth and repeating very, very slowly.
“Y/N!!” He moaned frustrated
Your head bobbed up and down, tongue swiping around his length. Hand working on what is left out with an occasional trust here an there from Simon and you had him unraveling slowly.
“Iv missed your mouth” he let out between moans.
His legs shaking, moans slipping from his mouth, hands buried in you hair. He was on a high, it felt so good after, such a long time.
Just as he was about to cum you pulled away.
A disappointing grunt left his lips.
“Whyyy, Y/N” he whined
“You’re not going to be the only one getting off here”
His eyes widen, filling with hunger.
“Okay, baby I’ll give you what you want” he says slyly
You stand up, meeting his gaze  and he quickly picks you up and puts you on the bed. He stares into your eyes, you feel as if can see right into your soul. He places his rough lips to your much softer ones, the kiss was slow and loving like he was telling how much he loved you with just a kiss. But it soon got rough his tongue swiping over your lips asking for entrance, you allowed him and your tongues battled for dominance, he won. His tongue exploring the familiar territory of your mouth.
He removed you shirt and trousers leaving you in just your bra and pants, he stares at you for a moment taking in your beauty. He goes to remove your panties leaving you exposed to him. He kisses down your neck, stomach until he reaches your pussy. He kisses you clit, you moan at the sudden pressure, he chuckles and the vibrations emitted from his deep laugh send you crazy.
“Simon I need you” you says breathless, not caring about begging or whining.
“Begging will get you no where love” he smirks
He then slowly starts to push his tongue in and out of your pussy and presses a thumb on your clit.
“Fuck si” you moan out
He carries on until you can feel your self falling over the edge. Hand clutching his hair as encouragement, his name falling from your mouth. You were about to cum and he pulled his head away leaving a trail of kissses down your thigh.
“Siiiii” you whine
“Payback” he gives you a cheeky wink
You bring his head up to yours and you whisper in his ear.
“But Si, I need you massive length inside me, pushing into me so hard that I can’t help but say your name over and over again” you say seductively
You hear a moan erupt from the back of his throat.
“I could cum by just hearing you say that, you know” he says just above a whisper. He rolls on a condom then he lines him self up and thrusts into you hard, and instantly hits my g-spot straight away, send you into a fit if moans. Your hands find his back leaving red marks all over his top half.
He has his hands either side of you, hair plaster to his forehead, sweat beads forming.
He starts to thrust faster and even harder which sends you over the edge and his trust get slower and sloppy. Hes about to cum and you kiss his neck which send him in to utter bliss.
He pulls out and removes the condom putting into a bin while you pop his joggers and t shirt on. He finds some clean clothes and you then head down to the kitchen to see the other boys, running down stairs to give them all hugs when Josh notices your bruised neck.
“Y/n come here”
You walk over to him slightly confused, he moves the hair covering your neck and gasps.
“What?, what is it?” You panic, all the other boys come over to look.
“What the fuck, Simon” Vik finally says
Simon staying very quite throughout the whole situation.
You pull away to look in the mirror to see what all the fuss was about, when you finally see your whole neck covered in red and purple bruises.
You look over to Simon, giving him wide eyes.
“Dude, Simons a freak in beddd” they joked
You hid in embarrassment .Simon rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment
“I missed Y/N” he let out sheepishly
“We know, man” they laugh.
Hope you guys like this! I had to rewrite this as my first draft was lost :(( wagwan, sorry this is not as good looking I had trouble getting this off my whattpad (@lemonadeonahotday) so sorry!


Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 26.)


Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20. - Part 21. - Part 22. - Part 23. - Part 24. - Part 25.

Character(s): Negan, Simon, and Reader
You ask Negan and Simon to give you another chance.
Word Count: 1,567
Warning: Just a few sexual innuendos..
Author’s Note: I’m loving all the comments that you guys left in the previous chapter. I, too, can’t wait until the Wives get their karma ;-) Enjoy! And don’t worry. There will be a smutty chapter coming up soon…

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After your talk with Dwight, you had enough time to contemplate on your decision. If Dwight made the meeting with the rest of the leaders work, you may possible prevent a war from happening. You couldn’t think of the possibility that it may not go as planned. You had to maintain a positive outlook and hope for the best. You were sure that Negan and Simon would feel betrayed at first, but you just hoped that they would understand in the long run.

Later that night, Dr. Carson released you from the infirmary and advised you to rest for the week. Your body was still healing, but with enough rest, you would be able to go back to work and training by the middle of next week. As you trekked up the stairs carefully, you glanced around to see if anyone was following you. Since your attack, you had grown more paranoid and cautious of your surroundings. If the wives were aware of you surviving, there was a possibility they would come back. If they did, you would be ready for it.

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You know what gets me mad? When Simon isn’t with the other vampires. It annoys me that he doesn’t give a shit about them, when he is one. Yeah I know he has relationships and friendships with shadowhunters, but for God’s sake, you have a family now. Somewhere where you fit in, and you don’t take it? And the worst thing, is that Raphael is always there for him. He always has his back. Like when Simon said something and Luke’s pack got feisty with Simon, but Raphael jumped at them, protecting him. And when the spear killed almost all of the vampires, Simon didn’t even care. Like that’s his family for God’s sake. He would pick the shadowhunter’s side over his own clan. That’s just fucked up. Simon really needs to open his eyes.

anonymous asked:

This is?? kinda specific?? but can you write something where they're still at school but no one's seen Simon in a few days and Baz is rly worried and then in the middle of the night he just hears the door open and Simon is there all cut up and bruised and starved bc he was kidnapped by the humdrum for whatever reason and was like tortured by him and then Baz, being the Protective Boyfriend™ that he is, helps care for Simon and cuddles with him and comforts him and stuff? 😬

this was super specific but also super adorable, so,,, here you are! i wrote this in like, 45 minutes without any proofreading or editing, so sorry if it’s trash and thanks for the inspiration!

When Simon had first gone missing, Baz thought nothing of it. It wasn’t exactly normal for him to go somewhere for days at a time, it wasn’t un-normal. He, like everyone else, just assumed that the Chosen One was finally getting his chance to go on a quest with The Mage, who had also been gone for days. Watford was filled with whispers.

The seed of doubt was planted in him when The Mage returned; without Simon. He assured everyone that Simon would be back soon, but Baz wasn’t an idiot. He could see the uncertainty in the man’s beady eyes.

Thus, it began. For days, he waited for Simon to return to Watford. Though he would never admit it, their room felt empty without him in it, as if Baz was sucking the life out of it, the leftover life Simon Snow had left behind.

At every meal, he watched the doors, half expecting the git to march in and start stealing scones out of the oven before they were ready, the way he’d done in their first year. It never happened, of course. Simon was nowhere to be found.

He interrogated Penelope on the sixth day. “Just out of curiosity, where is our brave young hero?” he asked, taking a nonchalant seat beside her in the dining hall. The poor girl had been eating alone this past week, with even Wellbelove locking herself in her room for meals.

“You think I would be here if I knew?” she snapped, picking at her roast beef.

“What, you expect me to believe that Snow left without telling you where he was going?” Baz laughed. “I have a hard time believing he goes to the toilet without letting you know, Bunce.”

Penelope didn’t look amused, however. Something in her face made him stop laughing.

“I’m not saying he left without telling me,” she said slowly, not making eye contact. “I’m saying he might have never gotten the chance.”

What she was saying dawned on him slowly, and his stomach sank. “You think he was… taken?”

“I don’t know anything for certain,” she said. “All I know is that nobody knows where he is, his phone has stopped even ringing when I call, and he’s been gone for six days.”

That was all Baz needed to hear to confirm his worst suspicion - and most terrible fear. He could feel his heart clenching with the reality of the situation, could feel his intestines tying themselves in knots.

Simon Snow had to be alright. If he wasn’t, what hope did that leave for the rest of them?

Instead of saying that, though, he said, “Good. We could all use a little less heroism in our lives,” and walked away.


That night, he lay awake for hours, trying to gather the will to hunt but failing to do so. The catacombs were so dark and cold, and Baz wasn’t sure if he could take another dark and cold night.

Another Simon-less night.


Nobody noticed Baz slowly receding, not even Dev and Niall. Nobody noticed the way he stopped talking in lessons and started gazing out the window instead, nobody noticed the way he ate less and spoke less and joked less. Nobody even noticed when he got back an exam full of red pen marks and ‘See me’ written across the top, which hadn’t happened to Baz Pitch in all his years at Watford.

Nobody except Penelope. She knew the feeling too well.


When Simon finally came back, it was the middle of the night, and Baz was awake.

He hadn’t been sleeping enough recently, and it showed. The bags beneath his eyes were gigantic and he looked even paler than usual. His only company in the dark room was the draft.

Then, suddenly, the door flew open.

Shit,” said a familiar voice.

The door closed more softly than it had opened, and sounds of loud scuffling filled the room. For a moment, Baz dared not open his eyes.

What if he opened them and it wasn’t Simon? He dared not hope.

But he knew it was Simon when there was a crash from the bathroom and another loud curse. The air filled with the scent of smoke. It curled around him like a lost pet found again, comforting and familiar.

Baz had no time to bask in it, though, because he was throwing back the covers and bounding out of bed. He was running for the bathroom, grasping for the lights, he had to see Simon-

And there, looking washed out under the fluorescent bathroom lights, stood Simon Snow.

He looks terrible, thought Baz, before he crushed him in his arms.

He really did look terrible. His skin was pale and bruised, his hair matted with dirt and blood. He had tiny cuts all along his arms that he suspected were deeper than they looked, and his eyes were shiny with tears. But none of that mattered as Simon reached up to hold Baz in an equally tight embrace, because Simon Snow was here, and Simon Snow was safe.

To Baz’s alarm, his thin body began to shake. Simon went limp in his arms, both from injury and exhaustion. Baz held him up, held him steady.

(It was easier now that he was so skinny. He had always been underweight, but this was ridiculous.)

“Simon…” he said.

Simon just shook his head and held on tighter. And he hated himself for it, but a part of Baz liked this, liked having Simon need him. Liked feeling needed.

They stood in the doorway to their bathroom, two enemies clutching at each other fiercely. Two boys.

Slowly, Baz loosened his hold on the other boy, but didn’t let go entirely. Simon didn’t feel stable enough to stand on his own. He led him to the edge of the shower and sat him down on the edge of it.

“No, no, ‘s alright,” Simon was mumbling.

“We’re just going to clean you up, Simon,” said Baz. “You’re always a bloody mess, Snow, but this is ridiculous.”

Oddly enough, Simon seemed to listen to him. He stopped struggling and let the warm water run over his head, down his back, wash the filth off his body and down the drain.

They sat there for a long time, letting the water wash him, before Baz realized they were holding hands. His cheeks flushed and he tried to pull his hand away, but Simon just tightened his grip.

A long silence followed.

“Aren’t you going to ask me where I was?” said Simon finally. His voice was so weak it made Baz want to cry.

“I was getting to that,” he said.

Simon let out a shuddery breath. “I was… was…” he clutched Baz’s hand like a lifeline, “… with the Humdrum.”

Baz inhaled sharply, looking at Simon’s beat up body in a new light. The Humdrum had done this?

He would kill him. Her. It. Whatever The Humdrum was, Baz would kill it.

“He- he did the thing where he… sucked me away. Except this time, I was alone, and I didn’t know what to do, and before I could think he was holding me down and hurting me-” he cut off with a sharp sob, and Baz bumped Simon’s shoulder with his own. A comfort bump.

“At first… it wasn’t so bad. I thought I would wait until he got tired and then r-run for it… but he never got tired… the opposite. The more he hurt me, the s-stronger he got.”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” said Baz softly, though his soft voice did little to disguise the fact that he was already plotting to murder the Humdrum. For hurting Simon, the creature would pay.

But right now, Simon didn’t need murderous intent. He needed someone to be there. And Baz was the only one around.

“I want to talk about it,” he said, stubbornly. Baz chuckled and nodded for him to go on.

Simon flushed. “There’s actually… there’s not much more to the story.”

“How did you get away?” he asked.

A new darkness dawned on his sunrise face. “He tried to kill me. He hurt me before, but never came close to killing me. Then, all of a sudden, he… he tried, and I went off. And somehow I wound up here.”

“Home,” said Baz, sounding a bit stiff to his own ears, a bit unused to this… kind way of speaking. “You wound up home.”

Simon seemed to search his eyes for something, and seemed to find whatever he was looking for, because he leaned his head on Baz’s shoulder and sighed. His head was warm and heavy. Baz was afraid to move and scare him away.

“Is that what this is?” he asked. “Home?”

This time, it was Baz who searched Simon’s face. He saw many things in that face that he knew so well, many things even he had never seen before. But one thing was missing. Hatred.

There was no hate in Simon Snow’s face when he looked at Baz. The thought filled him with warmth.

“Yeah,” he whispered, putting an arm around Simon and holding him even closer to his side. “You’re home, Simon.”

And They Slept

Word Count: 849

Warning: drinking, i think someone swears, idk

Summary: simon loves baz’s name and is also very drunk

[didn’t really proofread it, so it is what it is, hope you enjoy]


A drunk Simon Snow was simultaneously Baz’s favorite and least favorite Simon.

He’d always go pink in the cheeks by his second drink, sometimes his first because he was such a lightweight. He didn’t get as much practice as Baz had at Watford, he was always too busy on some epic adventure or trip or dangerous mission. Baz, however, was not always away. He had spent plenty of time getting acquainted with alcohol, whether for fun, or to just make things easier.

But Simon would be pink and giggling and slurring before the night had even begun, hanging off Baz like he was growing on him. “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch…” He’d always say first, all hot beer breath across Baz’s cheeks. That was how he knew Simon was in for it tomorrow. “Tyrannus. Basilton. Grimm-Pitch.” It always sounded so nice coming from him, even a name so blocky and old.

“Simon Snow.” Baz would say, shivering at the breath over his neck. He smelled woodsy and sweaty and completely drunk. He’d nuzzle into Baz’s neck, loudly kissing the place where it met his shoulder, giggling when Baz squirmed.

“Your name sounds so much better. Let’s name our kids that. Tyrannus. Or Basilton. Or both.”

“I love them too much to do that. I mean, Tyrannus? Really?” Simon groaned every time, mumbling into his shirt. “What was that, love?”

“I said I love your name. It’s your name.” Baz went pink, feeling the butterflies in his stomach. “Your name. Your gorgeous, gorgeous name.” Penny made a face, sticking her tongue out and taking her drink, sweeping away to the dance floor. Merlin, I’m one of those couples.

“Ok, I think we should get you home,” Baz stood, taking his boyfriends hand and slapping a bill down on the counter. The bartender smiled and took it, sliding it into his pocket.

“But Basilton.” Simon whined in his ear, knotting his hands in both their shirts. “It’s not even late.”

“I don’t need you any drunker, love.” He found Penny’s eyes on the dance floor and nodded towards the door. She had found Micah, draping her arms across his shoulders and nodding back quickly.

This is where Baz’s conflict came in.

“Basilton.” Simon said again, but different. More like a purr. God, Baz loved that. “Love, what are we going to do when we get home?” Well, you’re going to bed. Simon seemed to have different ideas. He pulled Baz’s shirt, bringing him forward. “God, I hate being so short.” That was one of Baz’s favorite things, except when Simon began kissing Baz’s throat, all the way up to his jaw and as high up as he could reach.

And Baz felt like he was 18 all over again, leaning in like putty in this boy’s hands. He hoped this feeling never stopped, not when they were old and gray. He always wanted to feel like they had that Christmas.

“Simon, we have to go.” There was something fluttering in Baz’s chest, not all unpleasant. The bar led out to a grimy alley, a non-descript door against the bricks. Drunk couples pushed up against walls, clawing through each other’s shirts guided him out to the street. Simon’s lips were still pushed against his pulse, humming through his entire body.

“Basilton. I really do love your name.” Baz could barely breathe when Simon touched him, and now it was getting especially hard. “I really do love you. God I love you.” The complex came into view and Simon was beginning to stumble, his eyelids drooping low.

Getting him up the last few flights of stairs was an ordeal. Finally, Baz decided to pick him up, carrying him until they stood outside the door. He fished the key out of his pocket and bee-lined for Simon’s room. He was already half asleep, his forehead resting in the crook of Baz’s neck, golden curls tickling his cheeks. He looked flushed and gorgeous, all warm skin against Baz’s chest.

“Baz, I’m really tired.”

“Because you can’t hold your liquor, love.”

“Yes I can, I’m not even drunk.” He flopped out of Baz’s arms and onto his sheets, not exactly helping his argument. Then he began snoring.

Baz rolled his eyes, getting a glass of water from the kitchen and setting it on Simon’s nightstand before crawling into bed next to him. His wings were curled up against his back, but he could still feel the leather rustle as he dreamed. He turned suddenly, blue eyes bleary and barely focused, smiling, still pink in the cheeks.

“I love you so much.” Baz could not get enough of that. After pining–and he did pine, not that he’d admit it–for years and years, it was all he wanted to hear. He leaned forward, kissing Simon on each of his cheeks and then once on the lips. He still tasted like whatever he had taken shots of, but he still smelled like his Simon. His Simon.

“I love you too. Now go to sleep.” He grinned and turned back around, letting Baz slip his hands around his waist. And they slept.