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Magnus & Alec: Lunchdate Woes

rosegoldgemini replied to your post “its been so long since i sat down and wrote fanfiction but im itching…”

Here’s a prompt, where Magnus comes to see Alec at the institute and before you know it their all wrapped up with each other, being all cute, affectionate & lovey dovey not realizing everyone is watching them & Jace and izzy are so happy to see how much Alec has come out of his shell & being happy & in love he is.

summary: Magnus decides to surprise Alec at the institute for an impromptu lunch date as Alec is preparing to leave for a mission. Never fear, as Magnus says. It’ll all work out.

pairings: magnus bane/alec lightwood, jace/alec/izzy/clary (friendship)

rating: general audiences (with a teeny little PG-13)

words: 1,143

link to fanfiction.net

Alec rounded the corner of the hallway and made his way up the steps to the weapons wall. He grabbed his bow and quiver and with one swift movement they sat snug against his shoulder. He felt around inside the satin lining of his jacket pocket for his stele to ensure it was still where it always was. The satin reminded Alec of the soft feel of Magnus’ sheets. The thought sent a shiver throughout his entire body. 

The jacket was a gift from Magnus, of course. The leather exterior was soft, but durable for Alec’s missions. It came equipped with several large pockets within the interior lining to conceal smaller weapons if necessary. Magnus claimed it was off the rack, but Alec knew better. Magnus clearly had this made just for him, not that Alec minded. 

“You thought you were leaving without me?” Jace said, approaching the weapons wall. It surprised Alec, and broke his focus from his thoughts about Magnus, satin sheets, how warm the fabric can get when…

“Hello?” Jace interrupted again.

Alec turned around with a smile. “You don’t check your phone?” Alec said. Jace looked clueless.

“I texted you an hour ago.” Alec’s smile faded and turned into slight annoyance. “There’s a mission. There’s been an attack outside of Brooklyn. Luke said one of his pack members was beaten and stabbed last night, but it was too dark to tell who or what it was.” He explained. 

“You don’t think this was a demon attack, do you?” Jace said, reading Alec’s face. He could tell Alec thought this was something more.

“It’s too soon to say. If it isn’t, things are bound to become significantly more complicated for the Clave to discuss.” Alec responded. He tightened the strap on his quiver again. 

“Clary and I have been waiting outside for you two for twenty minutes. And you complain that we take too long…” Isabelle rolled her eyes as she approached them. She stood and crossed her arms eyeing Jace and Alec to hurry.

“Not my fault. Jace doesn’t know how to check his phone, apparently.” Alec said, shooting at look at Jace. Jace shrugged innocently. 

“I came at a bad time didn’t I…?” Magnus peered around the corner of the entryway. His eyes stopped when he got to Alec. 

Alec looked guilty. At first he thought he’d forgotten plans as he’d done before when getting swept up with work, but he realized Magnus was here to surprise him. Magnus, complete with a maroon velvet overcoat and a gunmetal brocade vest, attempted to hide his disappointment, but it was present enough for Alec to catch it. Alec met him at the entry way with a kiss.

“I was just getting ready to call you to let you know I was going to be out of the institute for awhile. I didn’t want you to worry.” Alec said, brushing Magnus’ hand. His eyes met Magnus’. “There was a werewolf attacked outside of Brooklyn last night that we were leaving to investigate.”

“Alexander, as much as I wish you’d stay to have lunch with me, I am happy to see you regardless.” Magnus wrapped his hand slightly around the small of Alec’s back as he leaned in for a deeper kiss this time. Alec pulled back and looked at Magnus.

Jace and Isabelle looked away from the two of them, embarrassed. The moment between Magnus and Alec was private. Jace and Isabelle let out a nervous laugh as their eyes met each other and smiled back at Magnus and Alec. This was definitely something they hadn’t been used to seeing. Alec being himself.

Alec’s voice got low and soft, “I know. I’m sorry. You know I wish I could.” He looked down at Magnus’ hands intertwined with his. They were warm and they made him feel safe. He felt guilty for spending so much time at the institute lately. Though Magnus never made him feel guilty for doing his job, Alec hated the time away from him.

“I won’t keep you. I know it’s business as usual for my Shadowhunter.” Magnus smiled, and leaned in for a kiss goodbye. Instead of pulling back, Alec leaned in further to Magnus. It felt like it’d been days since he felt the warmth of Magnus near him. The long hours at the institute meant Alec coming home late, or sometimes not at all as he found himself waking up at his desk several nights the last few weeks. Alec’s hand found its way to the back of Magnus’ neck and pulled him in closer. 

“Should we still be here?” Isabelle whispered to Jace. The moment felt wrong to continue being present for. It was as if Magnus and Alec forgot people were still around. Or they just didn’t care. Either way, Isabelle felt undeniably happy for them. “I feel like they need a moment…” She laughed, still standing with her arms crossed. She was practically beaming with pride as she began to walk down towards the entrance of the institute. She had never seen him so happy before. Not even when he found out he was the head of the institute did it make him as happy as Magnus did.

“Good idea.” Jace said as he followed silently behind Isabelle.

Magnus pulled back first. His forehead rested lightly against his boyfriend’s as he tried to catch his breath. His glamour had faded and his eyes were glowing. Alec couldn’t even think.  He was in disbelief that Magnus could be anymore beautiful than he already was. 


“Finally!” Clary said as she saw Magnus and Alec round the corner to meet them outside the institute. Jace poked her in the side. “What!” she whispered and threw her arms up. Jace smiled, “They were having a… uhm… moment.” Jace said quietly. Clary’s fair skin turned light pink as she realized.

Magnus stopped as he leaned in to whisper something in Alec’s ear before breaking away. Alec’s skin deepened with a shade of red that insinuated the comment could have only been something sexual. Alec looked down and smiled. “I’ll see you for dinner, Alexander. And don’t forget to bring an appetite.” Magnus smiled devilishly as he leaned in softly kissing Alec. He disappeared in an instant.

Alec’s eyes grew wide as he looked at Clary, Jace, and Izzy hoping they wouldn’t understand the innuendo. They did. They all looked at one another giggling. As Alec met them, Jace threw an arm around his shoulder. 

“We better make sure you get back in time for dinner, then.” He said as his head fell back with laughter. Alec laughed too. 

“We better be.” Alec said, seriously. 

Accidental Confession | Kian Lawley

//anonymous; could you please do an imagine about being best friends with Kian’s sister and telling her that you like Kian over the phone but don’t realize he’s visiting her and you’re on speaker. She invites you over to watch a movie but it storms and you’re afraid of storms so you go to Kians room and he cuddles you and says “don’t be scared, princess. You’re mine now and with me, you’re always safe”//

Pairing; Kian Lawley x Reader

Word Count; 808

POV; Third Person

AN; Not including a summary because the request already summarizes it…

Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs

It was rare for Kian to be visiting his little sister. If anyone was doing the visiting, it would be Isabelle. But Kian decided it was his turn to do the visiting and would be staying in the guest room for a couple days.

Kian walked from his room to the kitchen and heard Isabella say “You’re on speaker, I gotta cook” Isabelle continued to face the stove and turns to him, she placed her index finger in the middle of her lips, indicating for him to be quiet. He obeyed her instructions at sat at the breakfast bar.

Who’s that?” He mouths in which Isabelle shows the caller ID. It was y/n, Isabelle’s best friend since high school. Kian nodded and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Alright now tell me” Isabelle demanded, making y/n laugh from the other line.

“You gotta promise me you’re alone. I don’t want anyone to hear this” Y/n whined

“What? The guy you like?” Isabelle asked as Kian was at the edge of his seat weirdly interested in this.

“Yeah, I never told anyone before and it’s weird” Y/n commented

“It’s only weird if it’s my brother” Isabelle teased. Y/n stayed silent on the other end. Isabelle grabbed the phone and put it closer to her mouth before calling out Y/n’s name again. “Is it my brother?” Isabelle asked as Kian stood from the chair waiting for an answer.

“It’s weird isn’t it?” Y/n sighed

“No, I was kidding. I’m just shocked” Isabelle stated “Which one? Kian” She hesitated to ask

“Yeah” Y/n confirmed before clearing her throat. Kian’s jaw dropped and Isabelle raised her hand to cover her mouth. Y/n sat in the uncomfortable silence waiting for her to say something.

How long?” Kian mouthed wanting Isabelle to ask her.

“Uhh… H-how long?” Isabelle stuttered still shocked from her answer

“You know, not that long” Y/n answered vaguely.

“How long is ’not that long’?” Isabelle asked

“Since we graduated high school” She replied, “Promise you won’t tell him?”

“I promise,” Isabelle said before taking it off speaker and putting it against her ear. Kian hit her softly as she returned to her room. He turned off her cooking then started to process what just happened.

‘She liked me for over 2 years’ He thought, bringing a small grin to his lips. Kian continued with his day, coming back to the thought of her having a crush on him.

“Hey Y/n is coming over and we’re watching a movie” Isabelle stated barging into Kian’s room

“S-she coming over? When?” Kian asked walking towards her and almost tripping over, making Isabelle laugh

“Woah, calm down big brother. Y/n is come over in about an hour and we’re having a girls night so you stay in here, okay?” Isabelle instructed

“Y-yeah, yeah of course” Kian stuttered

“Alright… Weirdo” She says before closing the door. Kian facepalmed knowing his little sister, she won’t let that go.

•••

About an hour later, Kian was still in the same laying position scrolling through his phone until he heard laughter from the living room. Y/n must be here. Kian shook his head thinking it was unfair he had to stay in the room like a grounded child. Every now and then he would sneak for a drink or to the bathroom.

Now it was close to 1am and he was still awake. The noise had dialled down and probably 15-20 minutes ago, it started to rain which grew into thundering and bursts of lighting shining in his room then returning to its dark state again a second later.

He was scrolling through his twitter feed until he heard the door open and saw a small figure entering the room. She didn’t see him until she closed the door and turned towards the bed

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were here” Y/n sniffled. To Kian, it sounded like she was crying and sat at the edge of the bed

“Y/n, is something wrong?” Kian asked full of concern

“It’s nothing really it’s just–” She was interrupted by a loud bang of thunder in which she quickly covers her ears and let out a cry.

“It’s okay y/n, you want to sleep with me?” Kian asked “You know not in a dirty way” He added receiving a smile from y/n

“Thanks, Kian but you don’t have to–” Another crack of thunder boomed, not as loud but still got the same reaction from y/n. Kian didn’t say anything but pulled y/n into bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around y/n and started softly humming into her ear, wanting her to feel safe as possible. Lighting filled the room with a roar of thunder following. Y/n cried out once again, hiding her face into Kian’s chest.

Kian pulled her closer and whispered into her ear “Don’t be scared, princess. You’re mine now and with me, you’re always safe

hplcvecraft  asked:

do you have any advice for applying to college in general and/or for specifically applying to ivy league colleges? thank you!

Okay, here’s the thing about applying to any college, but especially a highly selective college like an Ivy: it’s all a numbers game. Literally, the admissions office will boil everything you’ve spent the last few years working your ass of for down to a handful of numbers and it sucks, but that’s how it is.

At an Ivy, everyone is going to have your test scores, your grades, and a bunch of extra curriculars. Not that you have to give up hope, hope is good, but it’s something to keep in mind. Still, there are things you can do and some things you can’t control.

  • Some things you just can’t control: race/ethnicity, gender, sexuality, your school and state, your parents’ education level. Schools are trying to build a diverse coalition of students from different races, income levels, and parts of the world and being “different” from their normal (read: rich white male and probably northeastern) can help.
    • Don’t lie about this stuff, obviously but if you do have something that makes you more diverse, share a bit about that if you feel comfortable. (My Common App essay was about how my ethnic identity was tied into my inability to speak Spanish, for example.) This especially helps if your school puts special emphasis on their diverse population (*cough*Columbia*cough*)
  • Get good letters of rec. Remember all letters are going to recommend you go this school so pick teachers who know you well enough to help you stand out. Ask teachers who you have more of a personal relationship with. who liked you and had you for multiple years, if possible. If you can, ask teachers in the field of study you would like to pursue, as long as they’re a core class (English, math, history, science, language, etc.)
    •  If you have an arts or music teacher, coach or gifted teacher who knows you very well and can add a more personal touch to your application, submit something from them as a supplemental second or third letter: most schools allow for this. Don’t send more than one though. Two to three letters is enough.
  • If you have one class that’s a little bit more rough than the others (@AP Calc for me this year) try to work for an upward trend in that grade to show you’re dedicated to improving in the places where you struggle. Yeah, you have to have good grades for an Ivy, but they know you aren’t perfect. They just want to see you’re trying.
  • Take advantage of alumni or campus interviews and use them to make yourself seem more human. My Harvard interview was actually a lot of fun: we talked about fake news, fanfiction, being LGBT at Harvard, and a bunch of other stuff. These people see a lot of rote answers that are just people reciting their resumes for an hour. Be polite and polished, don’t be a afraid to brag a little, but be yourself.
    • Also, if you have gaps in your application (example: I couldn’t afford subject tests, which Harvard recommends) this is often your place to explain those. Take advantage of that.
  • Don’t load up on extra curriculars. It’s stressful as hell (speaking from experience here). Instead pick a handful and show dedication to them. Stay with them throughout your high school career and take on leadership roles where you can.

If you have more specific questions, let me know! Hopefully this is a start though. 

i’m literally begging you guys to distract me

I sent @lukemagnus shit abt Drunk!Luke letting it slip that he wants to date maryse and she wants a rebloggable version because apparently its worth it lmao

like before he walks away luke remembers that he has to ask jace something important and he makes a show out of remembering (because drunk!luke is also v forgetful and thinks out loud) so he’s like ‘jace… jace…. jace wayland-herondale-lightwood…. lightwood…. you’re a lightwood!!!….. i was gonna ask something about lightwoods…. lightwoods… like would maryse go out with me???? wait but i need to ask her ki- aha! That’s it! Can I date your mom?“

jace and clary are just watching this all unfold with varying looks of shock on their face (jace is shocked, clary is not) and luke just looks at jace. "you’re asking me permission to date my mom?” Luke nods a sloppy nod, because he’s a lil drunk and its pretty great. 

“Normally i’d ask her parents, but her kids will do the trick.” Luke stops, and his eyes widen. “Oh god, what if her kids hate me? What if I’m the last person they’d pick to date their mom!!??”

Jace laughs, and shakes his head. “Luke, you’re the best choice for maryse. You can date her." 

Luke fistpumps, a grin on his face. "I’m getting myself a girlfriend, hell yeah!” His 'hell yeah’ turns heads, and Jace waves his siblings over from their little discussion in the corner. 

Alec is relaxed, and his eyes only flicker to Magnus once while he walks over. Isabelle is bright and bouncy, lipstick a little smudged and eyes bright. "What’s up?“ 

"Luke has something he wants to ask.” Jace laughs, and Luke spins around. 

“More Lightwoods! Great! I want to date your mom!” He yells, and a few wolves look over in enjoyment.

Isabelle breaks out into a grin and, more surprisingly, Alec does the same. “Yes!” they yell in unison, and Luke laughs, before pulling them all into a sticky hug. 

“Oh man this is gonna be great.” Jace laughs as best as he can when pressed against a werewolf’s bicep, and Isabelle gives him a thumbs up from her place against Luke’s chest. Jace looks at Alec, and feels rather than sees the smile on his face. Yeah, this is gonna be great.

  • isabelle: so, how long have you been in love with magnus?
  • alec: that's disgusting. and wrong. i don't even get- why would- i've never been in love with anyone, ever. it's none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity- magnus is my- he's my- and he is terrible, face-wise, and how- how do i know, frankly, that you're not in love with him? maybe you are. maybe you're trying to throw me off? hmm? check and mate, isabelle, check and mate.

alec lightwood appreciation 2017

week 5 : family


Alec was going over a particular mission detail with Raj when he noticed both Isabelle and Max sneaking out of the OPS center. With a frown, he practically shoved the file in Raj’s head, stammering out a barely thought excuse before he took his leave, rushing after his siblings before either of them could disappear from his sight. He dodged returning patrols and avoided the crowded halls, where previously laughing shadowhunters pretended to busy themselves at the sight of the Head of the Institute. Alec payed them no mind, focused on following his siblings’ tracks. He eventually found them standing in front of the Institute’s front doors, both readying themselves to get out much to Alec’s confusion. He watched with crossed arms and a mix of curiosity and confusion, Isabelle wrap a thick scarf around Max’s neck, the latter mildly irritated by her fretting as he busied himself with filling a backpack. After making sure that every morsel of Max’s skin had been covered, Isabelle grabbed a leather jacket and quickly shrugged it on, taking her hair out the her jacket with a swift movement before she tied it up in a tight ponytail. Alec’s eyes widened when he watched Isabelle get her stele out of her back pocket - of all the places to keep it, he thought with aggravation - and started working on a Glamouring Rune.

Both were in the process of switching their combat boots to simple sneakers when Alec decided to make his presence known. Slipping out of his dark corner, he took a few steps toward them before Max lifted his head, a smile appearing on his face when he noticed him.

“Hey, Alec!”

“Hey…,” Alec tilted his head to the side, stuffing a hand in his pocket, “You guys are going on a trip or somethin’?”

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Ignored

Originally posted by basicshadowhuntersstuff

Words: 1130
A/N: I cursed a lot in this one, just so you are warned. :)

You sat at the library, writing down some observations from you latest mission. You looked at the empty chair in front of you, and felt this missing part in your chest. Jace used to sit in front of you. You used to talk about mission you had been on, writing down notes or observations. Drawing doddles or special thing, that was particularly on the mission. You let out a deep sigh at hid you face in your hand. The thoughts of him telling you, that Clary was in his room, haunted you.

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Remember when Cassandra Clare said this on her tumblr: ”Even the way Isabelle dresses on the show is not the way Isabelle would dress or did dress in the books. (I have a chart of every time Isabelle’s clothes are ever mentioned in the books. Largely it is long skirts, dresses, jeans and gear).”

Well I was pretty sure this wasn’t true so I checked the books and sure, there are some descriptions of her clothes that are similar to what she says Isabelle wears: “wearing a long dress of bottle-green silk with an embroidered black and silver coat over it”, “she wore boots that hit her midthigh, slim jeans, and a red sweater that left one shoulder bare”, and “she was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat.”

But I also found this: “the plunging neckline of the red tank top”, “tight blue tank top”, “black slip”, “Cold air crept around the edges of the doors, making Isabelle, in her short dress, shiver.”, “an incredible golden satin dress that hugged her body like the closed petals of a flower”, “in a short silver party dress that showed her marks.”

And my two personal favourites: “She had her hair up and was wearing a long red dress, slit up the side to show most of her leg. She was covered in marks […] and decorated her chest, a great deal of which was visible, thanks to the plunging neckline of her dress.” And “Typical Isabelle outfit: tight short velvet dress, fishnet stockings, and boots.

That doesn’t sound that different to what she wore in the show. Maybe check that chart again.

jayevies  asked:

FS + 36 *inceptions twins in your head* 😁

36) things you said you’ll never forget  

‘Ah! And would you believe it, there’s a second heartbeat.’

The obstetrician turns to them with a bright smile, her eyes clearing searching their faces to gauge their reaction.

Fitz stares at the screen above her head, where various fuzzy, black and white blobs are dancing about, apparently showing him the inside of Jemma’s belly. He swallows hard, and feels her grip his hand even tighter.

‘Sorry, did you just say…there’s two heartbeats?’ he asks, but even as he poses the question he hears it for himself, two slow, ethereal thumps through the monitor that unexpectedly bring tears to his eyes.

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The Relationship Between Simon Lewis and Magnus Bane: The Reasons Why Magnus Is The Most Compassionate Character

So I don’t write much meta, but I rarely see posts discussing Simon and Magnus’ friendship, other than the adorable comments about Magnus basically adopting Simon. From someone who has never seen the show, it may seem strange that two characters who have only interacted a sum total of maybe ten times are said to have a full out father/son or mentor/mentee relationship, but there’s a reason why.

Though Magnus hasn’t interacted with Simon much, the relationship seems so meaningful because he’s arguably the only person on the show (that isn’t already in a deep relationship with him like Clary or Luke) to treat Simon with complete respect.

Starting from most to least obvious, it’s clear that Alec, Jace, Isabelle, and even Clary haven’t always treated Simon with respect. In the book it’s the same way, though in the show at least it isn’t blatant and uncalled for insults, but…still? Simon does absolutely nothing to provoke them, even adamantly insists on leaving the Institute and thus tries to remove himself from their presence.

Alec actively complains about his presence, even referring to Simon as “it” for merely talking. Jace, though usually kidding, sprinkles in insults everywhere about Simon’s personality and skills. Isabelle basically treats Simon as a temporary play-thing, and though she poses as an advocate for Downworlder rights she endangers several of Simon’s kind by busting through the Hotel Dumort.

Clary, despite being Simon’s best friend, is perhaps the most guilty of simply dismissing Simon completely. Yes, her mother is missing and she’s overwhelmed, but Simon is immediately thrown into danger and then ignored when he reaches out to his best friend after telling her several times that he feels sick and different.

So thus far in the series, it seems like the writers thought “hey, this character is interacting with Simon, so let’s throw in an insult or dismissive comment.”

But Magnus doesn’t do that. Magnus, though knowing that Simon is a mundane, doesn’t regard him as too weak or too incapable. He even sends him on a mission with Jace to look for ingredients for Luke’s antidote, so clearly he trusts him. At the wedding scene, while Simon rambles and Alec throws out the infamous “Who invited the vampire?” (Not sure why people think that’s funny when it’s a blatant example of the Shadowhunters casually dehumanizing Downworlders) Magnus simply smiles at Simon and looks amused, even appreciative of his positivity.

Throughout the first season, though their interactions are few and far between, Magnus is kind to Simon.

Season two, of course, is when their relationship is given a bit more attention. Magnus does tease Simon when they go to Peru, but all of his comments have a direct purpose. By telling Simon to man up, Magnus is trying hard to encourage him. Remember in season one, when the wolves show up and the Shadowhunters gather protectively around Simon? Adorable, but proof that they think of Simon as basically incapable of protecting himself. And they were probably right! After all, Simon was still a mundane at that point.

But Simon isn’t much better off at the start of season two. He’s clearly not in control of his powers, both emotionally and physically exhausted, and extremely uncertain about his vampire abilities. Magnus, knowing this, still trusts Simon enough to protect himself from a f i r e b r e a t h i n g s n a k e. And in defeating it, Simon gains obvious confidence which Magnus encourages in his proud smile.

The Magnus and Simon relationship is also noticeably mutual. It’s not just Magnus taking pity on a poor helpless fledgling. Magnus opens up to Simon, reveals his previous struggles with Camille and his previous depression. Magnus sees Simon as a friend, someone he can trust.

Finally, Magnus has faith in Simon. Clary, who’s known Simon for years, immediately accuses him of cheating on her the moment she sees the hallucination. Magnus, who’s known Simon for a few months at the most, immediately denies that and remarks that it doesn’t sound like something he would do.

Simon isn’t perfect. He acted like a jerk to Maia (because Jace’s emotional manipulation in that episode, which was a bit OOC if you ask me, made him feel worthless) and she had every right to be upset. But when Simon acted like a jerk to Raphael, tried to attack him, Magnus stepped back and surveyed the situation. He can see Simon’s position as an eighteen year old kid who’s lost his family, lost his second mother-figure, lost his temporary home with his own kind, lives in a boathouse by himself, can never be in the sun again, and who’s facing a lifetime of being damned. He can be patient with Simon and give him time to right his wrongs.

Overall, Simon is treated quite horribly. Some characters are making progress with their treatment of him, like Jace and possibly Isabelle. Others have a long way to go, like Alec. But Magnus, from their first meeting to the mid-season finale when he looked
/destroyed/ when he saw Simon die, has always treated Simon with respect and encouragement.

Because Magnus Bane is, arguably, the most consistently compassionate character on the show.

I WANT TO BE SINGLE WITH YOU!

I want you to go have a beer with your friends, for you to be hungover the next morning and ask me to join you anyway because you feel like having me in your arms, for us to nuzzle against one another. I want to talk in bed in the morning about all sorts of things, but sometimes, in the afternoon, I want us to decide to take different paths for the day.


I want you to tell me about your evenings with your friends. To tell me that there was a girl at the bar who gave you the eye. I want you to send me text messages when you’re drunk with your friends, for you to tell me unimportant things, just so you can be assured that I think of you, too.


I want us to laugh while we’re making love. For us to we start laughing because we’re trying new things and it just doesn’t make sense. I want us to be with our friends, for you to take me by the hand and take me to another room because you cannot take it anymore and you feel like right there you have to make love to me. I want to try to stay silent because there are ears that could hear us.


I want to eat with you, want you to make me talk about me and for you to talk about you. I want us to rant about the North Shore vs. South Shore, West suburb versus East. I want to imagine the loft of our dreams, knowing that we will probably never move in together. For you tell me about your plans with neither head nor tail. I want to be surprised, for you to make me say: Take your passport; we’re leaving.


I want to be afraid with you. To do things I would not do with anyone else, because with you I am confident! To return too drunk after a good evening with friends. For you to take my face, kiss me, use me like your pillow and squeeze me so tightly at night.


I want you to have your life, for you decide on a whim to travel for a few weeks. For you to leave me here alone bored and wishing for the small Facebook pop-up with your face that tells me “hi.”


I don’t always want to be invited for your evenings out and I don’t always want to invite you to mine. Then I can tell you about it and hear you tell me about yours the next day.


I want something that will be both simple and at the same time not so simple. Something that will make sure that I often ask myself questions, but the minute I’m in the same room as you, I know. I want you to think I’m beautiful, for you to be proud to say that we’re together. I want to hear you say you love me and I especially want to tell you in return. I want you to let me walk ahead of you so you can watch my bottom swing from left to right. For you to let me scrape the windows of my car in winter because my butt wiggles and it makes you smile.


I want to make plans not knowing whether or not they will be realized. To be in a relationship that is anything but clear. I want to be your good friend, the one with whom you love hanging out. I want you to keep your desire to flirt with other girls, but for you to come back to me to finish your evening. Because I will want to go home with you. I want to be the one with whom you love to make love and fall asleep. The one who stays away when you work and loves it when you get lost in your world of music. I want to live a single life with you. For our couple life, would be the equivalent of our single lives today, but together.

One day I will find you.

—  Isabelle Tessier