Hey everybody! This is where i drop all the little drabbles (ranging from 200 word fics to 2000) I write about the mortal instruments but never put anywhere bc i can muster the strenght to make them into full fics.
no regular updates bc who knows when i start writing ever..
warning for this fic: smalltalk dudebroingbr
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1. feelings for your bro
He stared deep into his eyes trying to process what just happened. George's face just as stunned as his, although paler. He just, he– what?
"Is this because you overheard me saying that I thought you were hotter than Jace?" he finally answered. The soft kiss George had put on Simon's lips had left a prickling afterimage.
George groaned and put his fingers to his eyes, apologizing over and over. "Yes."
"Oh crap. Dude, hey. George," Simon said, grasping for George's slack and defeated shoulders, his words unable to form a coherent sentence and satisfying answer. "Err- It's okay?"
George said nothing, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. "It's not okay, just tell me straight up man," he said. "Tell me you're totally straight and you never want to see me– "
"Hey, hey, whoa now. I told you, it's fine. I was just… surprised," Simon finally answered in response to the soft kiss George had put on his lips.
"But you're totally straight," George said, unable to look him in the eye.
"I, uh…"
"I know, you don't have to tell me," George said, giving him a quick look with shielding eyes while he shrugged away from Simon's touch. "I'm sorry." He got up, balling his fist and head hung low, exiting their dorm.
Simon had to stop himself from making a "wow, rude," joke. George liked him. He put his hand on his brows.
"I'm sorry man. I should've asked google."
"We got no internet here dude."
"Shit you're right…This place sucks."