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@notjustadistraction
@decdbutstillprxtty said "that sounds dangerous... i'm in."
“Atta girl,” Izzy said with a lopsided grin, eyes dancing with laughter. “I knew I could count on you. A few demons never stopped us, right?” She laid out the map, pointing to a few spots that had been marked. “We’ve got a couple of potential hotspots laid out, Alec and Magnus are heading to this one, you and can head this way,” she said, tapping the spot in question. “Should be a fun fight.”
@littlebennettbitch said ❛ if you’re in some kind of trouble , you can tell me . ❜
To say Isabelle was skeptical was an understatement. She knew the witch, sure, and trusted her well enough, but it was hard to confide in others. “I’m fine, don’t worry,” she assured the woman with a soft smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
@magimath said: 10. Covered in blood. (why not start off with a bang XD)
“I’m fine, I’m ok,” Isabelle insisted, pushing her hair back out of her face. She was exhausted, and everything hurt, that much was obvious, but she was much too stubborn to admit that. “It looks a hell of a lot worse than it is.” That maybe wasn’t true, blood covered her face and soaked her once-grey shirt, but that was her story, and she wasn’t about to change it.
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
❛ what are you doing? ❜
❛ what , you’re going to kill me? ❜
❛ fuck ! put the gun down ! please , come on ! it’s me , alright ? ❜
❛ what are you doing with that ? ❜
❛ please .. don’t do this anymore ! ❜
❛ let her/them/him go or i’ll blow you away ! ❜
❛ wait ! okay … okay ! okay , i’ll tell you , whatever you want to know .. ❜
❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜
❛ alright , alright , alright .. i’ll talk ! ❜
❛ please , just let me go , i won’t tell anyone … i promise . ❜
❛ let me out of here ! let me go ! ❜
❛ you’re not getting away this time … ❜
❛ actually , i think i better get going … it’s late and … ❜
❛ come on ! fight back ! fight back ! fight back you coward ! ❜
❛ come on , hit me ! ❜
❛ do it ! pull the trigger ! do it , do it , do it ! ❜
❛ come and find me … polo ! ❜
❛ i don’t want to hide anymore , i don’t want to be afraid anymore … ❜
❛ you keep saying you’re going to stop but you don’t ! ❜
❛ how many more people need to die before you’re satisfied ? ❜
❛ why are you doing this ? ❜
❛ don’t come any closer , that’s far enough . ❜
❛ if you don’t pull the trigger i’ll pull it for you ! ❜
❛ i thought that you were in danger … ❜
❛ you’re dangerous … i , i just don’t want to end up dead .. ❜
❛ i promise i won’t hurt you … ❜
❛ can you please stop screwing with my mind , god ! ❜
❛ i don’t want to be here anymore , please , can we go back ? ❜
❛ um …. i’m not sure i want to go , thanks anyway .. ❜
❛ that sounds dangerous …. i’m in . ❜
❛ i don’t know , it sounds awfully dangerous … ❜
❛ stay back or i will rip your head off ! ❜
❛ i think … this is wrong , no . i can’t just stand by and watch it . ❜
❛ do you think you would ever hurt me like that ? ❜
❛ i can’t be with someone who could hurt me like that … ❜
❛ this is not love ! it is obsession ! a sick one at that ! ❜
❛ are you following me ? what … what do you want ? money ? ❜
❛ please … i have money , just let me go . ❜
❛ i don’t think you realize how the dangerous this game is .. ❜
❛ it’s not just a game ! ❜
❛ if you’re in some kind of trouble , you can tell me . ❜
❛ come on , it’s just a game , what could go so wrong ? ❜
❛ are you the one that’s been watching me ? stalking me ? ❜
❛ actually , do you mind if we just stop/pull over here ? ❜
❛ what are you doing ? you missed the stop back there ? ❜
❛ hello ? is someone there ? ❜
❛ you’re scaring me … ❜
❛ okay , you’re really starting to scare me … ❜
christmas / holiday starters
Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
at a party
“Woah, someone drank too much egg nog.”
“Look, I only came for the Christmas cookies.”
“So do I make a sexy Santa/elf/reindeer or what?”
“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”
“Is my outfit too festive/not festive enough?”
“Hey! Come on in, I’ll get you a drink.”
a grinch
“I can’t believe I’m all alone during the holidays.”
“Most wonderful time of the year, my ass.”
“I hate snow. And smiling children.”
“If I hear one more Christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.”
“The only thing good about Christmas is the candy canes.”
“Wow, that gingerbread house is…unique.”
“Egg nog is disgusting.”
anti-grinch
“I’ve had my tree up since November.”
“How could you not like the holidays?!”
“I’m going to shove a candy cane up my ass. I’m so excited!”
“Christmas is the only time of year when I’m stressed out AND receiving a bunch of gifts.”
“There’s NO way I’m going to lose the house decorating competition.”
“Christmas isn’t a holiday. It’s a way of life.”
presents
“What did you get me?” / “I’m not telling you! It’s a surprise.”
“I didn’t know what to buy you, so..I made you something…”
“You gave me the present that I gave to YOU last year?”
“It’s perfect…”
“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“The only gift I want is stability and happiness. But this wrapping paper is pretty.”
“You just rip the paper right off?! You heathen.” / “You save the paper? Nerd.”
secret santa
“Ugh, I can’t believe I got ___ for secret santa.”
“I got ____!! What should I give him/her/them?”
“Who bought me socks? They’re plain white no-brand socks.”
“The limit was $20, people. Why do I see an iPhone?”
“I know who got me this. There’s only one person who knows me this well. It’s you.”
with friends
“I got us matching ugly sweaters.”
“Do you think I can fit these candy canes up my nose?”
“Merry Christmas, fuckers. I’m broke but at least I got you stuff.”
“This is really corny…but you’re already a gift to me.”
“I haven’t seen you in so long! Get over here and give me a hug.”
flirty
“Are you Santa? Because I’d sit on your lap.”
“Have I been naughty this year?”
“Oh, I’d ride in your sleigh.”
“Your eyes twinkle like tree lights.”
“All I want for Christmas is you.”
snow
“It’s snowing! That’s so perfect!”
“Great, now my flight is delayed…”
“How am I supposed to get home in this weather?”
“Baby, it’s cold outside…”
“Let’s have a snowball fight.”
no snow
“Why can’t we have a white Christmas?”
“It’s too hot for hot cocoa.”
“I wish I could wear a sweater without dying.”
“It’s nice to get away from all the cold.”
“The only ice I want to see is in a cold drink.”
knows nothing about other holidays
“So is it Jesus’s birthday?”
“Where did Santa even come from?”
“…Isn’t the tree a pagan tradition?”
“How do the deer fly?”
“This holiday sounds like it was made by someone on crack.”
“What’s a Hannukah?” / “What’s a Kwanzaa?”
“Is what I’m wearing okay?”
“Stop calling me a grinch! I’m not even Christian.”
hannukah
“Watch me shove all these latkes in my mouth.”
“You don’t know how to play with a dreidel?” / “Let me teach you the dreidel game.”
“See the menorah? It’s LIT.”
“Try the sufganiyot and you will forget about Christmas cookies.”
“Hannukah is the time of year when us Jews gather and decide the next step in taking over the world. At least that’s what that crazy guy from work told me.”
“Do these dreidel cake pops look Pinterest-y enough?”
“Christians get WAY too upset over Starbucks cups. I’ve never gotten a Hannukah Starbucks cup! You don’t see me rioting about it.”
“That’s not a dreidel…That’s a beyblade.”
kwanzaa
“Who needs one day of Christmas when I have a whole week of Kwanzaa?”
“See the kinara? It’s LIT.”
“I can’t go home until I buy a new kinara.”
“What do you think of the decorations? I think I need more African print.”
“How are we out of food? Kwanzaa is about the harvest!”
“I like Kwanzaa. It’s a holiday of principles.”
“It’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. All holidays are made up.”
“Kinda wish the unity cup was filled with whiskey. And that I could drink all of it.”
misc.
“No matter the holiday, family time is always a bad idea.”
“This isn’t Pinterest-y enough!”
“Come on, let’s take a quick selfie. We never see each other.”
“You know I’m Muslim/Hindu/Buddhist/atheist/other, right?”
Send a number to find my muse...
Sleeping at a table.
Singing in private.
Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.
Crying laughing.
Doing something embarrassing.
Getting chores done.
Loopy with lack of sleep.
Post-wisdom teeth removal.
Hiding a broken object.
Covered in blood.
In a fit of anger.
Throwing a tantrum.
Hiding in a closet.
Stuck somewhere with your muse.
Muffling their cries.
On a swing-set alone.
Feeling lonely.
Cuddling their pillow.
Staring at your muse.
Recovering from throwing up.
Stabbing a body repeatedly.
Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.
Screaming by themselves.
Holding a wound.
Dead.
The Road Trip || Izzy & Simon ( shh, and Jace )
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"Threats. Threats, really?!“ he’s practically got to yell to Jace, who’s already so far away that there’s no mistaking that he’d rather be anywhere else than playing third wheel to a couple he clearly just doesn’t get.
It wouldn’t be so bad if Jace were ever just one thing or the other. If he’d just decide that he hated Simon, or he liked him, instead of jerking him around on a whim like that. Call Simon soft, but if he could just be friends with everybody? That would be great.
It’s just the way Jace is, though, and he realizes that but it’s hard enough for Simon to fully embrace his relationship with a woman who’s way, way too good for him on every level without her brother and adopted brother treating him like an interloper. Like he doesn’t belong there, and he should realize that. He does, is the messed up thing. Simon absolutely, completely sees how out of his league she is. He doesn’t need their input on the subject.
Simon sighs, takes a deep breath, and pulls the car door open for Isabelle. He offers her his hand, as if she needs anything from him. It’s hard to hide that he’s thrilled to have shed their hanger-on, and it’s written all over his face, "So, I guess it’s just us? You and me. And,” he tosses a quick glance at his watch, “Four hours to kill until the big meeting with the Winchesters,” who kill monsters. Greaaat.
He pushes it out of his mind and glances over his shoulder at the pizza parlor behind him, “You hungry? Wanna go sightseeing? Not that there are a multitude of sights to see, here. Come on, we’ll do anything you want.” he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, “It’s gonna be okay, okay? They’ll hear us out, they’re gonna help. I can feel it. And you made it all happen. We’re about to save Brooklyn, Iz. You got this. Hey, are there really Vampire Slayers here? Do you think they’re married to the whole ’vampire slaying’ thing?”
@notjustadistraction
Hearing the muffled bickering through the window, Isabelle had to resist the urge to push open the door and snap at Jace for being such a jerk, but finally, her adoptive brother had grabbed his bags and stormed off, and the door was opening for her. Smiling, she gently placed her hand in Simon’s and unfolded from the passenger seat, standing up to her full height which, despite the platform heels, still left her a few inches shorter than her partner.
“Just us sounds perfect,” Izzy said with a grin, more than happy to have gotten rid of their third wheel. As much as she loved her brothers, it was nice to be away from their judgemental looks.
Simon’s rambling was adorable, as always, but it didn’t give her much room to speak. Reaching up, she placed her free hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing across his skin. “They better not be,” Isabelle said with a chuckle. “Though, I’m pretty sure they only go after evil vampires, and that’s not you, not by a long shot. But if they do... I’ll just have to kick some Slayer ass,.” Her hand moved to rest on his shoulder, eyes full of love and adoration as she looked up at the man she’d fallen head over stiletto heels for.
“And we got this. You and I are in this together. But before we worry about Slayers, or Winchesters, or sightseeing, that pizza place is calling my name,” she told him, leaning forward to kiss him gently, letting the kiss linger just a moment against his lips before she pulled away.
The Road Trip || Izzy & Simon ( shh, and Jace )
inalifeafterthat:
Weeks on the road. Weeks! Or, more accurately, days on the road sitting in the back of a rental car that smells a little like cheap perfume and a fried egg sandwich. No ability to maintain a skincare routine. Convenience store bathrooms(!) and all the googly eyes going on in the front seat.
Oh, and Jace is in the back seat. Like a third wheel! Why did he agree to let Alec and Magnus portal alone and, for one more ‘why’, why didn’t Magnus bother to swirl up a portal for him? What could he have possibly done to deserve this fresh, meaty hell Simon so enthusiastically calls a ‘road trip’?
The car finally passes the 'Welcome to Lebanon’ sign, speeds down a deserted road flanked by a gigantic cornfield on one side, soybeans on the other. They finally finds the town square and pull up to the curb beside a pizza parlor. The car’s barely stopped and Jace is climbing out, trying to dust the rental goo off the high-end Mad Max looking thing he’s wearing, “I’m not doing that again. Do you hear me? We’re flying home. Flying.”
Simon slows the car as much as he can to keep Jace from tripping on the curb and smashing his pretty, pinched face on the sidewalk. He tries not to give Izzy a look, but the 'I knew we should’ve left him behind’ exaggerated sigh says about the same thing.
He parks, breaks and looks over his shoulder through the open door, “Is he still complaining? How is that even physically possible? I mean, it’s not like he can catch tetanus from a car, right?” In theory, at least.
The truth is, as well as he and Jace have been getting along this last year, when Simon suggested they take a fun, romantic road trip? He meant Isabelle and Simon, not Jace and not all of Jace’s luggage. Granted, it’s only two, giant bags so it’s not all that bad. Still. Isn’t Jace supposed to be a warrior? Aren’t warriors supposed to live simple, Spartan lives? Didn’t realize that involved a flat iron, but you learn something new every day.
He gently rubs his temples, because there’s a Herondale-induced migraine swirling behind his eyes, then he’s out of the car and heading around to the other side. He might not be a 'man’, as it were, but he’s still a gentleman and a gentleman opens a door for a lady. Besides, it gives him a moment to bitch under his breath without Izzy hearing it. His grumbling slows and stops and he reaches for the door handle, only to pause and turn to Jace with serious!Simon face, “Do not ruin this for me. Okay, fine, this is Clave business but it’s literally the only vacation we’ve had in a year and I plan to show Izzy a good time. You got a problem with that, Buddy?”
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Isabelle would never admit it, but when Simon had first brought up a road trip to Lebanon, she had felt less than enthusiastic about the prospect, but the look on Simon’s absolutely adorable face had made it impossible to say no to him.
Jace tagging along, however, was not exactly what Izzy had anticipated. Despite the blonde’s constant complaining, though, Isabelle found herself rather enjoying the trip. It was so wonderfully mundane to travel at such a leisurely pace, and she’d found that parts of the countryside were almost as beautiful as Idris.
As they finally pulled into their destination, Izzy rolled her eyes at Jace’s eagerness to climb out of the car. “Jace is a drama queen. He’ll always find something to complain about,” she told her boyfriend with a snort, not too bothered by her adoptive brother’s whining.
She watched as Simon climbed out of the car and waited patiently for him to walk around the car. It had taken her a while to get used to it, she didn’t need help opening a door, but it made Simon happy to open the door for her, so she waited, and took the moment to check her lipstick in the visor mirror, touching up the dark red color she wore on her lips.
