I JUST LOVE SIMON SO MUCH OKAY

simon imagine - always you

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

The ceremony was beautiful. It was eccentric; bright and modern, everything you could expect from Josh and Freya. 

I didn’t get to congratulate the bride until the after party. She had seemed incredibly overwhelmed and busy, and I didn’t want to add to it. I wanted to keep my presence quiet. Once I’d spoke to her, I could go. 

When she saw me her jaw dropped. She engulfed me in a hug instantly, her eyes glossing over, tears threatening to ruin her expensive looking makeup.

“Y/n you came! I’m so glad you came!”

I reciprocated the hug. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Frey.”

When she eventually pulled away I held her at arms length, admiring her dress. It was a beautiful floor length ensemble, eggshell white and classy, accentuating her newfound curves perfectly. She’d gotten somewhat thicker in the years since I’d seen her. It suited her unbelievably; maybe that’s what being in love does to a person.

“Well I’m glad you came,” she spoke before I could compliment her, making me realise I’d previously been silent, and I couldn’t help but feel a little rude. “I have something to tell you.”

My heart rate sped a little as Josh joined her side. He pulled me in for a short but warming hug, one I got the feeling would be a lot longer if he hadn’t overheard Freya’s previous sentence. Knowing she was still talking he only mouthed a hello before snaking his arm protectively round her waist. Once again I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the love in which they had both been blessed with. I really was a bitter soul.

“What is it?” I asked, mainly to silence my intrusive thoughts. The couple looked at each other.

“I’m pregnant!” 

This time it was my turn to well up, tears threatening to fall from my eyes as a range of emotions overwhelmed me. Mainly it was pride. Happiness, hopefulness. A little part of it was that stir of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. That’s what happens when you walk around with a broken heart - it poisons all your other organs too.

I pulled the couple in to hug them.

“Congratulations you guys. I love you both so much.” I gushed into both their ears, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. “How far gone are you?”

“She’s only about three months,” Josh explained.

“You look good for it.”

“Doesn’t she just.”

The conversation seemed to die down quite quickly, and I was well aware that my time here was coming to an end. I contemplated leaving now. I’d said my congratulations; everything else was unnecessary. 

“Well, I should probably get going.” I began to excuse myself when Freya put a hand on my shoulder. She pleaded for me to wait, and so reluctantly, I did. Her eyes poured into mine.

“Have you seen him yet?”

It was as if the breath had been knocked out of my chest, and I tried to ignore Josh’s quiet scolding of Freya intended to be out of my earshot.

“You don’t have to talk about it, Y/n.” He attempted to reassure me, and I shook my head gratefully.

“No, it’s fine. I haven’t.”

I knew she meant Simon. I knew he would be here tonight - of course, he had more place here than I did. But I hoped I would be able to escape before there was any risk of bumping into him. I had no idea what I would say - or do - or if he’d be here alone. The thought of him with a date made my chest hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to leave.

“How long has it been?” Freya pressed further, her voice cautious. Next to her Josh looked incredibly uncomfortable. You and me both, I thought, feeling my throat start to tighten a little.

“It’s been five years.”

Both their eyes softened and I felt tears threaten my own once again. I looked to the floor. Five years sounded almost longer than it felt. It had been an incredibly lonely five years too. I lived on my own now, falling asleep each night next to nothing but silence. I was growing older - old enough to know my biological clock was running out, as my Mum put it. But I hadn’t even tried to get to know someone else. There was no point; if it wasn’t Simon, I didn’t want it. Not even so much because I missed him - although I did, painfully so - but just because I don’t have the strength to risk it again. It wasn’t that sad. I’d come to reason with the fact that I would never love again a long time ago.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Freya, I think we should sit down, the speech is about to start.” Josh suggested, trying to almost steer his pregnant wife away as he shot me sympathetic eyes. I gave him back a small smile.

“Wait, okay I’m sorry,” Freya blurted out and as she turned to me I found it increasingly hard to look her in the eye. “Please don’t run again Y/n.”

“Freya-”

“Please. Just please stay for the speeches.” Her cheeks reddened a little, her voice cracking against her will. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

I didn’t speak for fear of breaking apart in front of her, only nodding a small confirmation before someone came to take her away. I returned to my table as the sound of a glass being tapped sounded through the hall. 

The speeches were nice. They were somewhat repetitive - a little cliche, but nice nonetheless. Tobi’s had been my favourite so far, a confession of his own fondness towards the two, how he’d been rooting for the couple since before they were even rooting for themselves. Freya was positively glowing as several different people complimented and admired her. Eventually it looked as if it were all about to be over, and I silently counted my blessings as people began to talk amongst themselves. Perhaps if I excused myself subtly I could get out. I’d text Freya a goodbye, she’d forgive me. She’d understand why I’d run. It was all I knew how to do.

Just as I thought it was over, Josh stood. 

“Wait, sorry everyone, there’s one last speech. He’ll be here in a minute, please entertain yourselves or grab a free drink from the bar whilst you wait.”

I smiled at his professionalism even on his own wedding day. Josh never let the dad figure slip. I couldn’t get over the fact that he really would be a Dad now. I don’t know why I found it surprising - that’s what happy relationships progress too. Marriage and children and eternity. I guess a little part of me just felt jealous that neither of them would ever have to experience what it felt like to be alone.

“There he is!” A voice from the head table shouted, and everyone’s heads turned. There he was indeed.

Stood on the stage, his slender fingers wrapped around a microphone, his face supporting a large, awkward but sweet smile was Simon. I felt my heart fall from my chest. He had aged incredibly, his skin matured and clear, his hair an unnatural white that only he could pull off so well in a dark, classic suit. He looked taller, more muscular, more confident even. He looked more himself. I guess only one of us had healed after that winter night five years ago, and it hadn’t been me. I looked down at my ring finger. Sometimes it felt like the tanline was still there, a slightly paler band just above where my knuckle is, as if my entire hand is taunting me. Seeing Simon up on that stage felt somewhat like a mockery. We had come so close, and a tiny part of me couldn’t help but wish that it was me sitting where Freya was. I shook off this thought as Simon began to speak.

He introduced himself well, really presenting the skills that his job had taught him over the years, if that was indeed still his job. I couldn’t remember the last time I had opened up youtube, or any social media for the matter. Even this invitation had been something I’d received in the post. I’d really tried to remove myself entirely. To remove him. The room fell entirely silent as his real speech began, all the Simon-esque jokes and taunting over and done with.

“Look, in all realness,” he spoke in his deep and endearing voice, sending soundwaves right through my chest. “No one needs me to stand here and say the obvious. I don’t need to tell you how good you look together, or how incredible the ceremony was, because you know that already. Josh, you don’t need me to tell you how much you’re punching with Freya because, well, you must know it.”

The crowd laughed as Josh rolled his eyes, probably stopping himself from acting a little less professionally. Simon blew him a kiss before continuing.

“The only thing I wanna say is good luck. And I genuinely mean that.” Josh watched with genuine intrigue, however Freya’s eyes seemed to be elsewhere, as if she were searching through the crowd. “You two together have a love that is so comfortable and homely, whilst also being so firey and spontaneous, and it really does keep the world spinning. It’s the type of love a man only gets once in his lifetime.”

The crowd cooed slightly as Simon momentarily looked at the floor, and I wondered if they were as in love with him in this moment as I was. 

“A love where you’re so content and happy with eachother as you are really does only come around once, and you two have already got it and secured it. And I hope you secure it forever. Because God knows once you let go, it never comes back to you.”

He forced a smile. “Bitter sweet, as they call it.”

Freya was still searching with hunting eyes and I got the feeling I was the prey. As Simon raised his glass my vision blurred, and I knew I had to go. The guilt swept over me faster than my own feet off the ground but there was no way I could stay without choking up the only pieces of my heart I had left all over the maroon tablecloth.

I didn’t plan my exit route, only weaving my way through the tables somewhat frantically, trying to stick to the dark corners of the room. Once I found a back door I ran for it. It wasn’t practical. But I needed the time alone.

Once I was out of sight I pressed my back to the brickwall and let myself fall apart. The tears fell like cascades down my face, loud, messy sobs as I struggled to catch my breath. The knowledge that I would have to go back in in this state to be able to leave only made me cry harder as I questioned why I had even put myself through this mess in the first place. Maybe this is what I was destined for. A life of avoidance and hurt. Because it had been five years, and so far I had learned, the hurt never really seems to go away.

“Y/n?” 

It felt like my soul leaving my body once I heard him say my name. My eyes shot open, breathing speeding up once more as I realised he was close. Suddenly I heard him turn the corner. It was too late to run this time.

“Oh my God, Y/n.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping if I did so for long enough he would just disappear. He’d leave me behind again. But he didn’t. His tone was hard to read, and I could feel even without looking at him that he would be running his hands through his hair right now, jittering his legs out of nerves. He edged closer towards me and I screamed.

“Y/n, please. Please don’t push me away. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Oh but you do that without meaning to Simon, I thought, but I remained silent. There’s no way he couldn’t hurt me. His presence here was hurting me. His presence in my memory had been hurting me every day for the past five years. But nonetheless, I steadied my breathing, focusing on the pavement in front of me.

“It’s all in your breathing. Focus on that. Remember what your doctor used to say, the breathing exercises.” 

His voice was laced with concern, but was still quiet, as if he was afraid I would crack should he be too loud, like a glass window in a gospel choir. I only nodded. Soon enough my breathing slowed.

“Y/n please let me talk to you. Please don’t run away again.”

The words, although maybe not intended to be, came out as more of a question than a demand and I opened my eyes once again, allowing myself the small tester sight of him in my peripheral vision.

“Okay,” my broken voice sounded in a short whisper.

“I miss you, Y/n.”

“Don’t,” I warned, but he continued.

“No, listen to me Y/n, please. Please, for once, just let me in. Don’t leave me out in the dark again, I can’t take it.”

“So talk,” I almost urged, not wanting to hear him beg anymore, the guilt weighing me down until I was being curb stomped by my own conscience. 

“Maybe you should talk? It looks like you have some stuff on your mind. I get the feeling you don’t talk to anyone else so, maybe you should be the one talking.”

He sighed when I stayed quiet, but it wasn’t a sigh of defeat. I suddenly felt a warmth towards him for the way he didn’t lose hope in me. He saw my demons, looked them straight in the eye, but he didn’t run from them. I owed him that.

“There must be something, Y/n. Something you want to say, something you want to know. It’s been five years.”

It sounded even worse coming from his mouth. I still didn’t look at him, staring at my shoes.

“How many people have you been with since?” I whispered, afraid of the answer and unsure why I was even asking. He stepped a little closer, carefully.

“A big fat total of zero.”

The answer surprised me more than what I let on.

“I’m serious,” he confirmed. “There was a stage where Josh tried to set me up with people, taking me out on double dates with him and Freya, but it never went anywhere. Not even a kiss. The other guys always mock me for it.”

I felt him look down at his shoes. I resented Josh and Freya for trying, but I didn’t blame them. He deserved to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.

“You?” He asked hesitantly, and I almost laughed at the thought.

“None.”

“No one at all?” There was shock present in his voice. Did he really think I was capable of choosing anyone other than him? I shook my head to clarify.

“Y/n…Why?”

Finally I pluck up the courage to look at him. His aqua blue eyes poured into mine, melting me under their gaze and somehow I managed to voice what was on my mind.

“It’s only you, Simon.”

It almost looked as if the words knocked him, but he composed himself pretty fast. The way he watched me, it was as if he was afraid I’d disappear should he let me out of his eyesight for even a minute.

“Y/n why are we dragging this out? We belong together, you know it, I know it, everybody knows it. Why are we prolonging this pain?”

I shook my head, tears threatening to fall for what felt like the thousandth time tonight.

“We didn’t work before Simon, what makes you think we can now? I can’t go through that again.”

He edged closer again. “Because we know now what it’s like to be without eachother. Now that you’re here in front of me, I don’t ever want to let you go again. I’d never do anything to compromise us again, Y/n.”

“There are so many other people,” 

“And I choose you.” He cut me off with desperation. “Even after everything. I still choose you. No one else is even an option.”

Admittedly, I had given in. I was terrified. But I knew I didn’t want to be without him. Now that I’d learned what it was like to live with him, I didn’t want to learn to live without, because God knows after five years I still hadn’t accustomed to it. I knew it could be my biggest risk. But it could also be my only chance at healing.

“I choose you too,” I murmured. Simon moved closer once again, like he was unsure he had heard me right.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked cautiously. I nodded. Before I knew it, his hand was on the side of my face, holding me in place gently. His lips moved against mine so slowly and I drank in every second. This was what I had been waiting for. This was what I’d needed to fix me. 

“I love you, Y/n,” he spoke into the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My hands moved through his hair.

“I love you. Always.” 

Love Like Moonlight

Summary:  Simon’s suffering from some writer’s block when trying to write a love song. Who better to ask for help than the lovesick Head of the New York Institute?

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Simon Lewis and Alec Lightwood (friendship ofc) 

Word Count : 1609

Rating: General Audiences 

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The insistent, loud knocking on the door to Alec’s office caused the Shadowhunter to look up with a start. He put the report he was currently working on to the side and folded his hands on top of his desk.

“Come in!” he called, but whoever was on the other side of the door didn’t seem to hear him, as they continued to knock.

“It’s open!” Alec tried again, raising his voice a bit, huffing in annoyance as the knocking still continued.

“Oh, By the Angel!” Alec sighed, standing up and walking to the door himself, pulling it open with one hand.

“I should have known.” He said in a monotonous voice, eyeing an excited Simon who was clutching a notepad and a pen, one hand still in the air mid knock. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi, um, can I, uh, come in?” Simon asked, bouncing on his toes, a cheery smile on his face. Alec stepped aside and gestured to the chair in front of his desk and Simon practically sprinted over, plopping down and gazing at Alec with that same wide grin.

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A big reason I love the show (Shadowhunters) over the books is that Jace and Clary aren’t the only characters. Each character has their own struggles and their own arcs and they’re all equally as well thought out and shown.

Where as in the books you get maybe a glimpse of some side characters with a couple of minor uncomplex stories for them and some implied ‘something happened here’s. 

Top 5 Moments of 2.11

Obviously I’m still me so most of these will be about Jace but I’ll throw in other stuff too.

5. The Introduction of Sebastian: I really loved everything Seb this episode. Will Tudor is amazing & a great addition to the show. He was very heroic saving Izzy. At first he seem harmless. He looked like he genuinely wanted to help Izzy but at the episode went out you totally got some creepy vibes that that their was something beneath the good guy act. I really can’t wait to see how the character unfolds.

4. Parabatai Training: This scene was so much fun. Alec was smiling. Jace was smiling. I liked the fun jabbing at each other. You can really tell this is something that happens on a regular basis. This is one of my favorite relationships on the show & I really hope we continue to see fun light moments like this between these two,

3. Jace’s Breakdown: So finally Jace just let it go. I really like that it was Clary that pushed this forward after the reveal. Clary & Alec had both asked Jace if he was okay early in the episode & he just shrugged them off. But he was finally able to let all of that pain out & it was so fucking sad. I am so happy Alec found him & was able to be there. I was a beautiful parabatai moment. 

2. Clace’s Final Convo: So at the very end of the episode after the shock & the hurt of Jace lying wears off Clary & Jace have a little talk. I absolutely loved this scene. As much as Clary wants to think this does not affect her relationship with Simon you can totally see that it does. Clary is already conflicted. It was written all over her face but neither one of them are ready to say the words. Then when Jace said what ignited his rune was her lying there. My feeels were fucking gone. I really like how they are starting things with Clace. You can already feel the tension & I cannot wait to see where we go from here.

1. Jace gets his power: What an epic fucking scene. Everyone on the ground & Jace’s rune just lights up & HIS EYES TURN GOLD. It was everything. I am so glad we actually had the angel blood affect Jace & he was more powers then jumping high. Like really. This is one of my favorite scenes of the entire series. Jace is a badass & I love it. The effects were great. I just loved it.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Anon who had sent the snowbaz prompt about the color yellow, etc. that was really really awesome! You're writing style is fantastic, and the quality is amazing!! Wow! Are you still excepting prompts? Because if so I'd love to see perhaps an insecure Baz and snow being kind? I really loved how you handled snow being self deprecating in your fic and how Baz handled it and I'd love to see something the other way around? Also, park, cold, blanket, eyes, bird, and leafs? That'd be so awesome,omg

AWWWWW OMGS TY ANON!!!!! OKAY SO the sad thing is I kinda got carried away and didn’t include EVERYTHING that you asked for, but I tried to get as much as I could. SECOND OF ALL I hope it’s okay, but I decided to try and use this for the @snowbaz-feda thingy (that I have been wanting to participate in and have only now been able to get something done) so um…. yeah here we go!! 


It was a beautiful spring morning with birds singing their cheerful tunes as they hid among the swaying leaves of trees with twisting branches and big, bright blossoms. There were cheerful shrieks of children running through the open fields playing games of tag and such. Toddlers giggled as they attempted to chase after fluttering butterflies, almost tumbling to the ground before they pulled themselves up again, playing the game until the butterfly flew too far.

And amongst the hoards and hoards of people, where three people in their early twenties, taking advantage of their spring break and strolling through the lush gardens. The tallest of the three held hands loosely with the boy beside him, who was easily recognizable by his bronze hair and blue eyes. And next to him a short girl had her arm linked through his, rolling her eyes at every remark the two made. Honestly, Penny had no idea why she even tried to spend time with the two dorks that were Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. They were so in love it was sickening.

“I could totally fly up to the top of that tree,” Simon argues, looking at the rather gigantic tree in front of them. Baz snorts.

“Please Snow. You can barely fly a foot off the ground.”

“That’s because I didn’t really try.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Nobody told you to come, Bunce,” Baz says, but there’s a small smile on his lips.

“I had to come or else you both would’ve gotten yourselves killed. Need I remind you of that time at the zoo?”

“BUT THEY WERE SO SAD PENNY–”

“Nope. I’m not having this conversation again, Simon. Honestly both of you act like children.”

“Do not,” Baz scoffs. Penny raises an eyebrow.

“Okay fine maybe a little bit.”

“Case and point.”

“Whatever.” They walk a little while longer, enjoying the many sounds of the park and the smell of spring air. And as they did, Simon tried to douse the crippling anxiety that was forming within him. Today was the day, and he was worried how Baz would react.

Baz wasn’t exactly the easy-to-read type. If he was being honest with himself, he could barely figure out that his “plotting” face was actually his “madly-in-love” face when they were still at Watford, which means that he was either incredibly stupid, or Baz hid his emotions well. Sure, as they started to get used to each other Simon got better and better at reading Baz, but it wasn’t exactly like he was an open book. He didn’t know how much Baz loved him. He could just be going through the motions, or he could love him so much that it felt like a weight was crushing on his chest.

But, as Penny caught his gaze, he knew he had to do this. It was now or never.

Baz was worried. More worried than he’s ever been in his entire life, and that was a lot of worrying. He saw the signs before Simon himself seemed to realize them. The way he was wringing his hands nervously whenever he spoke to Baz, the way he didn’t really quite meet Baz’s eyes. He also seemed to be, in a way, distancing himself a little, as if he found Baz…. repulsive.

Sure he shouldn’t think about these things too much but….

Simon Snow hated Baz for a total of seven years with every inch of his being. They were constantly growling at each other, seeing who could pack the hardest punch. They were constantly picking at each other, which made it seem almost impossible for Baz to have a shot with him. Let’s be honest here, when a guy calls you a “bastard” twenty-four seven and considers you as his “enemy,” there’s a good chance he hates you more than you can possibly know.

But… somehow, in the middle of a flaming forest with years of self-hatred pouring off of him in waves, Simon Snow kissed him, sparking a new fire in his heart. None of it made sense. Nothing added up… which sometimes made Baz wonder if this was all part of some plan that Simon had. Sure, it was a cruelness that he never thought Simon would sink to, but maybe he finally figured out how much he hated Baz.

And when Simon stopped him in the middle of the park, Baz could practically hear the words echoing in his ears. I’m sorry Baz it’s just…. Not working for me.

Simon nodded at Penny, who took a step back, wandering off to a nearby bench where she sat down, watching not-so-subtly. The fidgeting increased outrageously as Simon stepped in front of Baz, the sound of his tail swishing and his wings flapping audible. His cheeks dotted with constellations of moles coloured a bright pink that spread down his neck and up to his ears. Shakily, he grabbed one of Baz’s hands, looking up into his eyes for the first time all day, his blue eyes clouded with fear.

“B-baz I–um….” He turned back to Penny, who gave him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

“T-these last couple years with you have been, well amazing and I–” he squeezes his eyes tight, looking so embarrassed that it made Baz’s heart lurch. He couldn’t watch him sit through that.

“It’s okay Simon. I know.”

“Y-you do?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” Simon says, as pale as a ghost.

“I mean–” Baz takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “–I’ve always kind of known that the day would arrive because, well, you’re you and I’m….. me and I totally understand it’s just–” Baz stops himself, trying to keep his breathing under control. Simon looks more confused than usual.

“Look…. It’s fine, Simon. I get that sometimes these things…. Don’t really work out as they should so–”

“Wait… what?” Simon says, still looking confused but a little less agitated.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And then…. Simon laughs. A snorty kind of laugh that makes tears stream from his face.

“Aleister Crowley, Baz. No, I am not breaking up with you.”

“Then what–” Simon casts one last glance over his shoulder at Penny, then looks back at Baz. He clutches his hands tightly and bends down onto one knee.

“Baz I–I just love you so much, okay? Aleister Crowley I love you so much and I…. I want to know if–” he reaches into his pocket, almost dropping the small black box inside of it. Blushing fiercely, he opens it up, revealing to a startled Baz a small golden band, marked with a pattern that almost seemed to resemble flames.

“Baz…. W-will you marry me?”

Three Years - A Deniall Fic (0.3k)

This fic is dedicated to @lifegoeson-wecarryon, whose love for Deniall is my favorite <3 And who needs more Deniall fics to read. Bless!

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“You really shouldn’t be mad at Basilton for this,” Niall says to me. We’re standing in a corner of the hallway outside of the Leaver’s Ball, and he’s trying his best to calm me down. If it had been anyone else, it probably would have just pissed me off more.

“I have every right to be mad at him,” I say. I’m was so furious that I almost marched myself straight across the ballroom just to punch Baz in his stupid, snooty face.

Niall puts his hand on my shoulder and gives me a sympathetic look. “I know you do, but that doesn’t mean that you should. We really have no idea about their circumstance.”

“Three years, Niall. Three fucking years we’ve had to keep this a secret. And for what? Baz just gets to snog his half-wit roommate in front of the whole bloody school? It’s not fucking fair. And on top of that, how could he not even tell us?”

He starts rubbing his thumb along my shoulder, and I glance around to see if anyone is in the hallway. But we’re hidden from view by a few statues, and I begin to relax against his touch.

“He didn’t know he could tell us. Just like we didn’t know we could tell him. But it’s okay now.” He slides his hand down my arm, curling his fingers into mine, and pulls me towards him. He presses his lips against the edge of my mouth and doesn’t move them away. “It’s okay now,” he whispers this time. “We won’t have to hide any of it much longer.”

I turn my head and kiss him. “You’re right,” I whisper back. “You’re right. How do you always know what to say?”

He smiles against my lips. “Because I love you.”

I smile back. “I know. I love you too.”


but now can you imagine all the “i love you’s” we could get???? magnus leaving to meet with a client and alec going on a mission and magnus handing him an apple to take to work and pecking him quickly, calling out a “love you!” and alec responding with one back as he leaves or maybe one of them totally sasses a clave member or does something badass in battle and the other whispers in awe, “god, i love you” or maybe they’re in bed and sunlight is drifting into their room and alec is tracing runes on magnus’ back with his fingers and magnus laughing at the ticklish feeling of his fingers and alec planting a kiss on his cheek and taking him into his arms and whispering, “i love you” or maybe they’ve found each other when they thought the other was dead again and they’re hugging and just repeating over and over “i love you, i love you so much” or they’re just standing with their arms around each other and magnus sighs dreamily, “i really love you” and alec teases, “that’s wonderful, because i love you too” and like okay can you imagine other people hearing them???? jace and izzy are going to go out of their minds and be SO PROUD of their brother but tease him mercilessly and simon would be literally grinning from ear to ear and luke would give magnus a pat on the back and clary would just smile at them AND EVERYONE IS JUST SO HAPPY FOR THEM like you guys this episode ruined me

The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 22) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Roadtrip, Part II”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, maybe no cursing for once, maybe a littttttle, who actually knows.

Summary: Y/n and Stiles are driving across the country to get back to Beacon Hills to help with whatever has been killing it’s population. They stop in Illinois to go to the Oriental Institute at the University of Chicago to see if it could lead anymore clues about what might be terrorizing Beacon Hills.

Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three

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“What’s this?” Stiles pointed to a small clay tablet covered in Cuneiform writing. “It says ’Šurpu, Middle Babylonian Period’. What’s a Šurpu?”

“I don’t know but take a picture of it, we might need it later.” You roamed around the room full of ancient Mesopotamian artifacts. You kept being drawn towards a large statue of a human and animal hybrid.

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TMI: A Summary in Memes
  • Jace: takes a deep breath*
  • Jace: i lo-
  • anyone who has spent five seconds around Jace ever: yes, you love clary , we know, you love clary so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love clary, we KNOW, you love clary you fucking love clary ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE CLARY. WE GET IT.
  • Magnus: are you gay?
  • Alec: bitch I might be
  • Robert: ok... that sounds fake but okay
  • Valentine: oh yeah I love all my kids equally; Jace, Clary, and *looks at smudged writing on hand* sehastien
  • Sebastian: surprise bitch. thought you'd seen the last of me
  • Raphael: *gets stabbed and mmm watcha say plays*
  • Isabelle: -arrives 15 minutes late with Starbucks-
  • Simon: anyway, here's wonderwall
02x10

this might’ve been the best episode so far. i loved so many things, it was so well-written and so well acted. i’ll probably just keep rewatching it for the next 3 months

MALEC SAID THEY LOVE EACH OTHER
ACE RAPHAEL
JACE SAVED SIMON
(okay now that i got it out of my system, i can write sth more coherent and not just freak out but those moments were the best parts of this episode)

- magnus explaining the vision was just so amazing? honestly, what would they do without him?

- magnus feeling powerless… just please stab me in the heart it’ll hurt less. we’ve seen this throughout the whole season and it only hurts more and more. magnus can do so much yet in so many situations even his best is not enough and you can see how much it affects him. he always wants to help, he needs to help. but sometimes there is nothing he could possibly do and it hurts him so much

- badass alec is my aesthetic ngl and telling victor that he’s not bad… for a diplomat

- i’m so happy alec called out victor on this whole situation. victor didn’t tell izzy about the risks? sure, he might’ve mentioned something but he didn’t say how exactly serious it is. and he cares about the downworld? sure, he showed it when he was torturing raphael

- magnus and alec being worried about each other in this episode shows just how truly they love each other. it’s not too soon, it’s the best timing. they are always there for each other, trying to protect each other. and when they were apart, all they could think of was if the other one is okay. this is true love

- magnus felt so hurt and betrayed when raphael was about to kill clary. raphael’s people were stopping his hands so he couldn’t help her. seriously, just stab me in the heart it’ll hurt less

- magnus was so gentle with madzie, trying to show her that he’s there to help her. that he’s not the one lying to her. and when she came to him because she trusted him… i wanna cry again. she met alec and magnus once and she was ready to save their lives and trust them with her own. she might be with catarina now but to me she’ll always be their daughter

- alec was so terrified that magnus could be dead. the thought that he could lose him was unbearable. he needs magnus so much, he loves magnus so much. they both need each other. i’m so glad they found each other so they can make each other happy

- that whole malec reunion thing was the best scene in the history of television
alec desperately looking for magnus in the crowd, then the hug because they just needed to make sure they are definitely okay. magnus explaining to him that he wasn’t there. alec talking about his fear, how truly terrified he was. magnus admitting how terrified he was as well. THE LOVE DECLARATION WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL. the kiss. the forehead touching. the second, even more desperate hug.
they are so in love with each other, they can’t live without each other. and no matter how hard it may get, they means so much to each other. this is too much, i’ve cried for like 2,5h because of this and i still wanna cry some more

- jace saving simon JIMON CONFIRMED (fight me on this)

- i would’ve killed you
i would’ve let you
PLS STOP MY HEART CAN’T TAKE SO MUCH PAIN IN ONE GO

- can we talk about how much jace sacrificed in this episode cause i am not okay? first he saved simon which could pretty much kill him because simon couldn’t stop himself from feeding. then he was ready to DIE because he thought he could destroy the sword. and when he could finally have some happiness back in his life, he decided not to tell clary she’s not his sister because he thought she’d be happier with simon
wow can someone just hug him and tell him how amazing he is? please

- jimon slaying together is my everything, they work so great together
dom and alberto have such an amazing chemistry on screen and i hope we’ll get to see more of their scenes in 2b because every single scene in 2a was perfect

- jace facing his abuser and defeating him! this is what i was waiting for

- simon trying to convince valentine… of course it was never going to work but it shows how precious simon is. he’ll try anything just to save clary and i just really love him

- daylighter simon! he was so happy, i’m so happy. 

- CANONICALLY ACE RAPHAEL I AM LIVING THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL (yes, i’m mentioning it again cause i’m still so excited about this)

- luke telling jace about his parabatai bond with valentine. it seriously broke my heart? only jace can understand how it must’ve felt like. and luke is clearly trying to reassure him but the pain is still so clear in his voice

- i get why luke tased maia. but it’s still so not okay? he betrayed her or at least she feels like he did. and she has every right to feel this way. she locked her up, even though he knew she’s claustrophobic. and maia has a point, luke chose clary over the pack so many times

- meliorn did warn luke and the plan did fail. this is gonna get so bad in 2b, isn’t it (i really wanna be wrong about this)

- luke fighting with valentine and stopping him from using the sword. it’s the 2nd time when luke had to stop him from destroying the world. a person who he loved with his whole heart

- I AM SO IN LOVE WITH IZZY alec and victor thought that 4:2 was kinda hard and then she came and absolutely destroyed those 4 people while being incredibly weak because of yin fen. THIS IS WHY I LOVE IZZY, she deserves the world

- izzy and alec are okay, this is everything i needed. it was so simple yet so important
and victor seeing this whole scene and how much izzy was affected. i just hope he’ll realise how badly he fucked up

- but rizzy is dead so it’s a beautiful day

- clary… i have such mixed feelings about her? yes, she slayed and she was a badass but she was also this little girl at the same time, always thinking her way is the best way so everyone should just listen to her. even if they’re more experienced than her

- madzie this is not how you treat your father! even though you saved his life but you should listen to him in the first place!

- madzie has been through so much because of this psycho. she’s killed for him, she saw simon literally bleeding out in front of her. she’s just a child, i have no idea how she’ll deal with all of this. but i realise that magnus made the best possible decision for her. being with catarina might be the only thing that could help her and she’ll be definitely safe with her

- i’m glad we finally got to see victor’s backstory. even if he actually killed someone who he claimed he loved. i don’t know, it just felt like he really wanted to convince alec that he could never be with magnus and that’s just… no

- downworlders communicating with each other while making decisions, downworlders fighting together side by side. THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL (even if it didn’t end well…)

- i’m so so happy that dot is alive. and magnus taking care of her and making her feel better is my everything 

- i just hate valentine SO MUCH? he’s been abusing and manipulating everyone in his path just to have it his own way. i just… i can’t stand him, i can’t even look at him

- valentine finally admitting that he’s not jace’s father is the only good thing that he did. at least incest is dead

- i’m so sad that alaric died, he really didn’t deserve this. he trusted luke, he wanted to make everything right and yet valentine still killed him

- and now sebastian is coming… this is bad. really bad.

N is for Nurse

Prompt: @simons-thirst-squad Simon challenge, which was amazing to participate in and I hope I got this done okay 

Pairing(s): Simon x Reader

Word Count: 1,061

Warnings: Some ‘gettin’ it on’ which is interrupted, so none (?)

Notes: I love Simon. 

Originally posted by stevenblogg

You pushed his persistent hands away, much to his displeasure. Simon let out a whine and pouted, but it soon turn into a grin as he leant in to kiss you again.

“Simon, I’m serious. That was the last time, now go.” His grin called bullshit and he chuckled as you buttoned up his shirt, looking down at you. “You can’t just turn up here for sex, what if someone walks in? What if Negan walks in?”

“Doors have locks for a reason.” He fixed his appearance in the mirror as you glanced at the door to the infirmary.

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↳ movies: I rymden finns inga känslor (2010)

“How can you go from happy to sad like that?”
“Imagine you have a circle, like this. Round. And up here, at the top, is the saddest you can get. Then you’re less sad. You’re almost okay. You’re fine. You’re happy, psyched, almost in a state of euphoria, and then just insanely happy when you reach the top. On the other side of sad. It’s like it couldn’t get any better. But it’s so easy to tip over the edge and go sad.”

“This is the most ridiculous idea you have ever had.”

jace shrugged mischievously, his lips hooked in a lazy grin as he tilted his head in that adorable way that made simon’s heart flutter and forget everything else. who needed knowledge, money, fame, when jace was looking at him like that, with soft amusement and awe, like a child watching the tiny ballerina of a music box spinning slowly round and around, something so simple like sticking your face out of a car window to feel the wind whip your face and your hair back.

but jace’s charm and beauty was not going to work this time. no freaking way. simon would forbid it.

“where’s your sense of adventure, simon?” jace scoffed in that dramatic, exaggerated way of his and it was times like these that simon seriously believed that if jace wasn’t a shadowhunter, he would be a fantastic actor. He did have the looks and the chops, after all.

“adventure?” simon repeated, his voice cracking on the last syllable of the word from the stupidity and disbelief of the situation, throwing his arms up into the air and gesturing wildly at his boyfriend, who was standing on the other side of the room and had been standing there ever since he walked over about two minutes ago. simon, of course, had been said said two minutes trying to get him to move back towards him.

“adventure is fighting bad guys, saving the day!” simon mimed swinging a lightsaber and jace laughed, endeared at the “zhoom zhoom” sounds simon was making with every swish to add to his point. “ adventure is finding some hidden treasure in a forest or the jungle. this, us in your living room in the institute, is not an adventure.”

“but, it’s a productive and fun way to spend our time!” jace replied, giving simon a dazzling grin that caused the vampire to start to smile back before blinking rapidly and shaking his head fiercely, as if telling himself to not let jace’s smile talk him into this.

“showing me that you now how to do the dirty dancing lift is not a ‘productive and fun way to spend our time.’“ simon deadpanned and jace delivered an eye roll so extreme that even alec would have been impressed.

“well, you shouldn’t have shown me the movie last week.“ jace retorted and simon cursed himself mentally, reminding himself to never do another movie marathon with jace again in order to expand his knowledge on mundane pop culture.

he spluttered for a little bit and then sighed weakly, “is the music really necessary?” indicating the speaker that was softly playing “the time of my life” in the background.

“of course, it makes it more authentic and sets the mood.”

“you’re an idiot.”

“but you love me.”

well, that…well, that simon could not deny.

“why can’t we be like normal couples?” simon whined, scuffing the ground a little bit with his foot. “why can’t we be more like magnus and alec, who don’t do things like this and hold hands and kiss and are, well, normal?”

jace put his hands on his hips. “babe, trust me, you were not there when i walked in on them recreating the spiderman kiss. They had a mask and everything.”

“but how did they… ? upside down…? Oh, nevermind,” simon waved the topic away with a hand. “the point is….well, that’s just it! What’s the point?”

“It’ll be fun! I don’t know, let’s just try it!” jace pleaded and simon huffed, crossing his arms.

“i don’t want to do this.”

“then why haven’t you moved?” simon opened his mouth to say something and jace pointed a triumphant finger at him. “HAH! you so do. a part of you wants to.”

simon grit his teeth in frustration. “we have to go to a meeting soon and you’re being, well, you, so i’m being a good person and staying with you until you stop being so stubborn and we can go together.” he argued, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

“uh huh, sure.” jace smirked and simon glared at him.

“What if you drop me?” he asked in an accusatory tone.

“shadowhunter strength, remember?” jace winked, causing simon to blush and stutter and focus on a particularly interesting speck on the floor.

“come on, release your inner jennifer grey.” jace coaxed and wiggled his hips a little bit, and the comment was so adorably stupid that the laughter that fluttered in simon’s chest was too strong to contain. simon put a hand over his mouth as if to hide the fact he was chuckling when it was plain as day, and jace marvelled at the way his eyes crinkled and his face lit up and he thanked the lucky stars for simon lewis, his goofy, beautiful boyfriend.

simon stopped laughing after a while, but he still was smiling and shaking your head. “okay, i give in, patrick swayze. But one time. ONE TIME.” simon held up one finger and jace did a fist pump in victory.

“It’s kind of alarming at how happy this is making you.” simon remarked, but his brain short circuited when jace took off his leather jacket to reveal his very toned, very runed, very much “simon lewis worshipped” arms.

jace shrugged. “I like holding you, anyway. this time, it has a little flair.” and simon’s heart skipped a beat at the comment.

jace held his hands up in front of his chest. “ready, simon?”

“as i’ll ever be, jace.”

“good man, that’s the boyfriend spirit.” jace nodded, almost professionally, a concentrated look on his face.


“okay, here I go.” simon said to no one specifically and jace crooked a finger at him and replied, “come here, loverboy. oh, and remember not to use your vampire speed cause you’re gonna knock me over.”

at this, simon chuckled and he planted his feet before taking a breath and running towards jace, jumping right before they met so jace could catch him and hold him up in the air. they stumbled a little bit and simon let out a scared noise when he wobbled in jace’s grip but eventually they steadied and simon had to admit how impressed he was that they were able to nail it the first time.

“wow, we got it in one try.” simon commented, still up in the air and jace laughed.

“well, we have an advantage, as a vampire and a shadowhunter,” he replied nonchalantly. “spread your arms out, i’ve got you.” he added when he noticed simon’s arms were rigid at his sides while jace’s hands were snug on his waist.

simon nodded and did what jace suggested. “wow, i feel so graceful. no wonder this moment in the movie is considered one of the most magical moments in film history.”

“nobody puts simon in a corner.”

“shut up or i’ll move and fall on you.”


there was another moment of silence before simon asked, “so, do we just….stand here?” and jace thought about it for a while.

“let’s see how long we could hold it.”


“but my arms are tired-” simon started to whine before a familiar voice questioned, “what are you guys doing?”

simon felt his body turning, indicating that jace was moving to face alec, who was standing in the doorway, a shocked yet amused look on his face.

“how you doing up there, simon?” he chuckled.

“questioning my taste in boyfriends.” simon replied with a grin, to which jace responded with a “hey!”

“you guys are strange. like, really strange.” alec crossed his arms over his chest, chortling. “how long have you been holding that for?”

“i’ve lost track of time,“ simon said thoughtfully. “jace wanted to attempt the dirty dancing lift.”

alec stood there for a second before saying, “okay, i’m gonna leave now and leave you to your….dancing.”

“hey, alec, is it easier or harder to kiss magnus when he’s upside down?” jace suddenly called out, smiling cheekily and winking and alec’s face turned red and he tried to stammer out a witty reply before he gave up and just decided walking away was the best option.

“nice one, sweetheart,” simon couldn’t give jace a high five, so he settles for brushing the back of his hand over jace’s. “i love you so much, like you will never know, but please, can you put me down? i miss your face and my back and arms hurt.”

jace giggled, “okay.” he gracefully put simon down, but did so in a way that he ended up wrapped up in his arms. “you liked it, though. it was fun. couple bonding.”

simon guffawed, “you are such a weirdo.” and jace nuzzled his nose with his, kissing him soundly. simon hummed and ran his fingers through jace’s hair as he felt jace’s fingers press into his hips.

they pulled apart and simon realized that he was truly, completely, happy as he twirled around in jace’s embrace as they danced to the music and begged through a voice choked up with laughter to not serenade him with “the time of my life” when in reality the sight of jace singing and smiling and kissing him warmed his heart and made him feeling like the luckiest guy in the entire history of the universe, even when he was being a complete doofus.

anonymous asked:

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Something tells me that this probably isn’t what you had in mind when you mentioned “playing around,“ but always remember children, you’re never too old to be an idiot!

Yes, Anon, you may have overdone it just a tad, but it’s okay because I’m giving you one of mine too! 🖤 Thank you so much and I am so so sorry. 😂

‘carry on’ headcanon

okay so i was thinking about how simon and baz decided to live together after they finished uni. and they moved in one of baz family’s house. it’s not huge but it has a lovely garden. and once simon brings home two little goats just because he loves them so much and they’re so cute he just couldn’t walk by them. so he brings them home and baz at first was like no snow are you insane ????? but then he just can’t say no to simon bc he does his puppy eyes and just begs baz to keep goats. 

they keep this two little goats and live happy 

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vexedcer  asked:

Idea: Jimon doing domestic/mundane things like cleaning (just bc Simon's a vampire doesnt mean the shower doesnt need to be scrubbed) and rearranging furniture (Jace needs a change of scenery abt every 6 months so sometimes Simon comes home and the couch is in a different place) and watching TV and Simon explaining mundane references, sometimes to the point where he starts rambling (which Jace doesn't mind - Simon's love for nerd stuff is actually rlly sweet) I love my men so much

OKAY I JUST MOVED INTO A PLACE OF MY OWN FOR THE FIRST TIME AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS, YOU KNOW, AND IT FIGURES YOU WOULD BRING THIS UP TOO YOU ALWAYS KNOW THE GOOD STUFF ABOUT JIMON!!!!

under a read more because it’s more than 1k of fairly banal headcanons

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I want Malec to fucking touch each other, good god. Alright, kisses are nice, and I’m glad the writers aren’t shying away from Malec kissing, but I want to see them touching, arms around waists, hands brushing thighs, fingers against necks, palms together. Hugs, holding hands, heads on shoulders, ANYTHING.

Oh, and also? I want them to talk. Like, last week was nice. And the roof-talk was decent. But amen to what Matthew Daddario said—these two haven’t had much time to get to know each other. Let Magnus tell Alec some funny story. Let Alec say something scathingly fond about his siblings.

Just…let them hug and chat. Because as much as I’m loving their relationship this season, and lovely as it is, I still feel like it’s lacking emotional intimacy. There’s chemistry - plenty of it - but other than the 10 seconds of playing pool, we haven’t seen them so much talking and laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. Like Simon and Maia did, like Jace and Clary have, like Isabelle and Clary have.

I just can imagine this… what if Elenanor AND her silbings have a second chance in life? Like, I can imagine the silbings getting used with moden life. Like:-

Thomas holding a tablet/mobilephone and asked, “is this the thing people using right now?”

Simon playing (or trying to learn) the toy car remote things and still go outside catching the bugs

Carrisa, Eleanor and MC can go shopping to buy clothes and MC trying to teach Carrisa and Eleanor a few things about the moden life

I just love them so much.