This is the (super super adorable) extra short story that’s included in the hardback/paperback first editions of Lady Midnight! In case you got LM on ebook or audiobook and are missing out, here it is! (it catches up with the rest of the TMI characters up to the point where they arrive at the LA Institute.)
Clary looked around the Institute’s music room with a tired but gratified smile. It was a hot New York summer night, the windows were flung open, and Magnus had magicked up icicles that sparkled down from the ceiling and cooled the space. The room was filled with people Clary loved and cared about, and in her personal opinion it looked pretty good, considering she’d had to race to find somewhere in the Institute they could hold a party on about twenty-four hours’ notice.
There was really no reason not to smile.
Two days previously, Simon had showed up at the Institute, breathless and wild-eyed. Jace and Clary had been in the training room, checking in on the new Institute tutor, Beatriz Mendoza, and some of the Conclave students.
“Simon!” Clay had exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were in town.”
Simon was a graduate of Shadowhunter Academy, Clary’s parabatai, and a Recruiter, a job created by the Consul to help replenish the diminished ranks of Shadowhunters. When likely candidates for Ascension were found, Simon would talk to them about what it meant to become a Shadowhunter after a mundane life. It was a job that often took him away from New York, which was its downside; in the plus column, Simon seemed to truly enjoy helping scared mundanes with the Sight feel like they weren’t truly alone.
Not that Simon looked like a dependable voice of reassurance at the moment. He looked like a tornado had hit him.
Almost at 100 followers and so I am working on something special for you lovely people - because you deserve it - you crazy awesome things you!
Since it was some of @leo-sims meshes that got me back into recolouring (and now attempting to get back into some meshing - more on that later), I decided as a homage to do some recolours of three of her furniture sets to celebrate getting my first 100 followers. <3 you guys :)
A total of 30!!! yes 30!!!! (my fingers are cramping!) patterns for the seating and 15 of the lovely @peacemaker-ic‘s wood finishes on the wood items (since I use a lot of peacey’s furniture and I like matchy matchy - lame I know.
Was listening to Daft Punk while doodling and this happened, I’m pretty proud of it! I tried mixing a bit of their new look with their old one, and I gotta admit I like how it came out. No major shading or anything, but my fingers are cramped enough from drawing this much TuT
For the words she couldn’t share with no one else, I was there to listen…
This was originally meant to be a screenshot redraw of Rose in Greg the babysitter-episode but then my brain was like: “…And let’s bring Pearl!” so now it’s these two in some forest I think. i hope you like it because my fingers are cramping haha
I think my problem lately is that, as a writer, when you really get into a story then the words just sorta… flow. You get so invested that you completely lose yourself and you’re no longer behind your computer/laptop/notebook. You’re there. Little discomforts no longer bother you and it’s like your fingers make no mistakes on the keyboard.
I’ve lost that. I’m all to aware of the screen, and my wrists feel uncomfortable on the base of the keyboard. My fingers constantly feel cramped. The words feel forced. I can’t lose myself anymore.
“Never in a
million years I would’ve thought I would be this nervous for someone to meet my
parents.” I breathe out, my free hand rubbing both of my temples with my
pointer finger and thumb as I pace through my cramped living room. I hear a dry
chuckle on the other end of the line, a sigh leaving my lips in response, small
smile formed on my lips. I know he would think I was overreacting, but this was
the first time ever I decided to bring any
guy home. Except for Chase of course.
worry. Harry is the biggest fucking charmer I have ever met. And you know I’m
not easily impressed.” Chase breathes dreamily into the receiver. Yes, indeed.
My gay best friend had a major crush on my boyfriend. In the beginning I
thought it was hilarious because Chase would always fangirl like a maniac when
I called him to tell about a date I had or whatever steamy stuff happened over
the course of the night. But after a while, thankfully, Chase’s fangirling
started to die down with only the occasional swoon or squeal leaving his lips.
that, indeed. But my dad was very rude to you as well. And you’re not even my
boyfriend.” I sigh out again in exasperation, the nerves already bubbling back
up into my stomach as I clench my side in horror. Chase groans on the other
side of the receiver, probably remembering what a dick my dad was when he thought Chase and I were dating.
doesn’t immediately answer, my mouth opens again and a ramble of words follows
immediately. “What if my parents don’t approve of Harry? Or even worse, my
little brother? If they don’t click I’m forced to dump Harry. Oh my god.” My
eyes widen in realization and a gasp leaves my lips, my hand rubbing over my
mouth as I think of all the bad things that could happen today.
chill the fuck out. When Mike doesn’t like him, doesn’t mean you have to dump
him.” I can see Chase roll his eyes at me and I glare into the empty space,
which I’m sure he already feels me doing as well. “Don’t do that.” I told you
so, didn’t I?
“You know that you and Mike are the
only people I actually respect an opinion of. If he gets weird vibes with
Harry, I’m sure he’ll be right. Just like you were with Wade.” I shudder when I
speak him name out loud, my only ever serious boyfriend before Harry. Which of
course ended in drama, tears and ice cream.
Chase starts but my attention is diverted elsewhere when I hear the familiar
knock on my door. “Harry is here. What time is it?” I state, although it wasn’t
a question for Chase to answer. I gasp again when I pull the phone from my ear
and see the two one’s contracts to the black and white background of Harry and
I. “Shit, We’ve been on the phone for an hour.”
“Better go open the door for your man then. It’ll be fine, Y/n. Don’t stress
about it. Love you.” I hum in response and end the call just as my fingers curl
around the door handle to reveal my, from what I can see, not so nervous
Harry winks as he steps in and briefly kisses my right cheek before he passes
me to hang his coat on the rack. “You look lovely. Ready to go?” Harry sweetly
states as he turns around and gives me a once over, a sweet smile etched onto
his lips while he leans on the small table next to my front door. “Almost,
sorry, Chase called.. And I lost track of time.” I sheepishly grin as I turn
towards the mirror in the hallway and start to comb my fingers through my hair,
checking my make-up and my teeth all at the same time.
nervous.” Harry breathes as his arms wrap around my waist, his chest pressing
into my shoulder blade while our eyes meet through the mirror. I let a deep
breath leave my lips, almost instantly his touch calming me, closing my eyes
and letting my body rest against his. “It’s good nerves, I promise,” I lie
through my teeth, keeping my eyes closed so that Harry wouldn’t see right
through me, “.. we should leave or we’ll be late and mum will throw a fit.”
ride over there is silent. Maybe Harry can sense the nerves racking through me
and decided it wasn’t one of the times to crack his lame ass jokes. It’s only a
half an hour drive, but it feels as if I’ve spent an eternity in this car by
the time we drive through the narrow street where my parents live. “It was his
fiftieth birthday, right?” Harry confirms his thoughts once again as I nod and
wait for him to get something out of his trunk. When I see a large, gift
wrapped package I gasp and quickly skid over to where my boyfriend is trying to
close the trunk.
“I told you
you shouldn’t have to buy anything. What did you do?” I breathe out, closing
the trunk for him and walking in front of him towards the door. I glare at him
as I press the bell, hear clattering from the other side of the house,
indicating my mum had dropped something in the kitchen.
“You said your dad liked Belgian beer, so I got him a few bottles, ‘s all. It
looks way bigger than that it cost, love.” Harry grins at my from aside the
package as the front door swiftly flies open revealing my mum in her apron as
she grins happily at me.
“Y/n! How I’ve
missed you.” Her arms encircle me in a tight, motherly hug before wanting to
give Harry a hand, only noticing now that his hands were extremely occupied. “Oh
dear, I’m so sorry. Come in, come in!” She chirps and pulls Harry in by the
arm, a soundless laughter leaving my lips as I follow in behind them. Harry
sets the package down in the hallway and as soon as he is up straight again, my
mum envelopes him in a bear hug just the same as I had received moments prior.
“I’m so glad to finally meet you, Harry. Welcome.” Harry laughs against her
shoulder and when they retrieve, he reciprocates with the same kind words my
mum had granted him with.
almost ready. Your father is in the living room, watching the game recaps..
Your brother, I don’t know. I think he is gaming again.” She grumbles as she
wipes her hands on her apron, a nervous tic I know she sported and whenever my
brother was gaming, which meant more than fourteen hours at a time, she was a
nervous wreck all together. I motion my head towards a closed door, indicating
Harry to follow me to meet my dad. As soon as I step through the threshold, my
dad eyes flicker towards me before a giant smile graces his lips and he is on
his feet in no time.
Dad chirps as his arms are thrown around me, the most love he ever showed with
other people around. Normally, when I was still up when he came home from the
bar with his friends, he’d hug me to death and tell me stupid dad jokes but
never once hugging me when my mum or anyone else was near. I liked it like
that. “Dad, I missed you.”
“Likewise.” He smiles as he pushes my frame away from his to gaze me up and
down. “This must be the infamous Harry.” My dad glares briefly at Harry, but it
turns quickly into a small smile.
you are too old for me to test you out. I just hope you take care of my girl or
I’ll be forced to go dad on you. I’m Chris.” He sticks out his hand for Harry
to take and now I see the nervousness grace Harry’s smile as he lets his hand
slip in my dad’s. I roll my eyes at my father as they step away from each other
again and my dad resumes his place in his sofa seat. Harry disappears from
besides me without a trace and I furrow my eyebrows as he disappears, only to
let a small ‘ah’ to leave my lips when he hauls the gift back in. “Mr. Y/L/N,
Y/n and I brought you something.”
shouldn’t have, boy.” My dad rips the paper off of the box and when he peeks
inside, his eyes light up like a child on Christmas Day. “Amazing. Thank you
Harry, Y/n.” Dad winks at me, he knows I have nothing to do with this because
normally I give him diverse beers with Christmas, only a few months ago. My dad
pushes himself back on his feet to throw his arms around Harry’s shoulder and
granting him with a brief man hug, my dad throwing a thumbs up my way over
get your brother. The food is nearly done. Harry come sit.” My mum pats one of
the chairs at the dining table and I nod towards Harry to go ahead as I slip
through the door again and jog up the stairs. “Mike, food’s ready.” I grin as I
peak my head into his room, seeing my brother laying on the unmade bed,
controller in his hand as he stares mindlessly at the screen.
“Y/n? When did you get here?” He turns around as he pauses the game, throwing
his legs over the edge of the bed as I step in fully, closing the door behind
fifteen minutes ago. Harry is here.” I breathe, raising my pointer finger to my
mouth as I nervous bite the edges around my nails, seeing my brother clean up
his gaming stuff.
“Is he treating you okay?” Mike states, pushing his controller in a drawer
before raising to his feet again and cocking his eyebrow while he awaits my
answer. “Of course he does. You know I value your opinion a lot.”
curious.” He grunts, pulling his jeans higher up his hips, the clothing too
large for him but it was sort of the fashion of the sixteen year olds nowadays.
“He means a lot to me, Mike.”
“You’ll receive your yes or no, depending on how douchy he is gonna be during
lunch.” Mike chuckles and I roll my eyes as I let my arms curl around his neck,
pulling my younger brother in for a hug. “You should stop stressing mum out
like that, poor woman.” I breathe as I let go of him and now it’s his turn to roll
his eyes at me. “She gets stressed out about everything, Y/n.”
“That is also true.” I laugh as we both descend the stairs, a warm feeling
enveloping me by being back at my old home.
rather uneventful, Mum and dad asking Harry the normal questions to get to know
Harry, of course also bringing up the fame Harry has to deal with on a daily
basis. He explains that most of the times the girls he is spotted with isn’t
true to say the least, the girls only using him to get them to the top. He explains
that it is hard to maintain a relationship with someone he desperately wants to
keep out of that circuit, but he is really glad I am such an understanding
girlfriend for his eminent troubles that hang around him.
is a very lovely woman.” Harry grins as he hands me his dirty plate, dropping
it into the sink as I continue washing the others. He grabs a nearby towel and
starts assisting me, my heart swelling at the kindness the boy sometimes used
to possess. “She really likes you.” I state, nodding my head to agree with
Harry’s statement. “I have something to ask you.”
Harry suddenly turns seriously and I cock an eyebrow up as I turn towards him,
seeing him sheepishly smile in my direction. “I know it isn’t the right place
for me to ask this but..”
willing to move in together? With me?” I think my mouth actually falls open,
and without thinking I cup his face with my suds covered hands, pressing my
lips harshly but passionately to his. My tongue swipes over his bottom lip,
deepening the kiss for just the tiniest bit until I hear a scrape of a throat
behind me. I pull away reluctantly, turning my head to see my dad and my
brother standing there with smirks granting their faces. “We eat in this room,
Y/n.” Mike chuckles as he drops his plate in the sink and my dad takes one of
the beers Harry brought him from the fridge.
I feel the
deep red blush on my cheeks, turning back to Harry as soon as the two men that
were once the only ones I my life are out of the room. “I think that meant a
yes?” Harry nervously asks and I roll my eyes before I nod my head and I let my
lips fall to his again, breaking away when I feel the suds on his cheeks. “Sorry
about that.” I grin as I take the towel from his hands and wipe his cheeks with
it, Harry’s grin never once breaking.
hour and a half later, it was time for us to leave if we wanted Harry to be on
time for his meeting with the other lads. As soon as we’re out of my parents’
hugs, squeezing Mike once more in his cheek to aggravate him, my mum envelopes
me in a hug again. “I heard what he asked you.” She simply states and when she
lets go of my again, I see the small tears collecting in the corner of her
eyes, a giant smile on her lips. I grin back, nodding my head as if to silently
say that I agreed to the question and then we’re on our way and I’m the first
one to speak, breaking the silence around us. “I think you can say that went
“Your parents are very understanding people, Y/n.” Harry breathes, smile on his
lips as his large hands lands on my thigh to give it a squeeze.
you think so. They mean a lot to me.” I breathe out all of the nerves, excruciatingly
glad that this is over now. “What did Niall do last night by the way? I heard a
few rumors fly around..” I grin towards my boyfriend, Harry’s eyes lighting up
as he begins to babble about the stunt Niall pulled yesterday evening.
rings in my pocket but I don’t give it any attention as I let Harry babble
about something that had the words underwear and Niall in it. Yeah, maybe I
wasn’t listening but I was just so glad that it went rather okay. I park the
car, both of us getting out and climbing the stairs to my second floor flat.
Harry’s phone rings obnoxiously loud through the deserted hallway, Harry giving
me a look of apology when he says has to take this call. I shrug my shoulders
and push through my front door, immediately grasping my own phone in my pocket,
seeing my brother’s name flash the screen.
If I were to write you a letter it would only say I miss you. Written until my hand cramped and my fingers grew numb. Over and over again. And even after writing those eight letters a million times over, it would still never be enough.
A request piece from beautyinbodies
of Jak & Keira. They are so super cute together and I think this picture came out really well! I’ve been a super lazy bones/busy body and I haven’t drawn for quite awhile, so this was actually really fun and refreshing!