cereal serial

anonymous asked:

Jimon + 3

3.  “What do you mean you’re a serial killer?”

"What do you mean you’re a serial killer?” Jace asks, squinting at Simon from the other side of the couch.

“No, not serial, cereal. I’m going to destroy all of it. It sucks,” Simon is pouting, which is ridiculous but also really cute. Jace hates him a little for it (except he really doesn’t).

“You’re drunk,” Jace concludes.

Simon smiles dopily at him. “Yup. And you’re pretty.”

Jace frowns, “Thanks?”

“Don’t tell anyone but like, I kind of want to kiss you,” Simon whispers.

“Ah,” Jace says. And then he repeats, “You’re drunk.”

Simon shrugs. “Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Okay,” Jace says, “Okay, bed time for you. If you still want to kiss me in the morning, when you’re sober, let me know.”

“Always want to kiss you,” Simon informs him, and then shuffles off to his bedroom.

(The next morning, Simon corners Jace in the kitchen. “Turns out, I still want to kiss you,” he says. “What are you going to do with that information?”

Jace grabs him by his shirt and presses their lips together.

When they pull away, Simon smiles brightly. “Thought so.”)