lewis i love you


                                    We tie together darkness and the day
                                     Be here with me forever in the grave
                            Has something to do with the beat of your heart
                                 It’s nothing like mine, it’s the missing part

requested by @sadlyamundane - happy birthday love I hope you have a wonderful year ahead of you  💕 💕 💕

title: without the games
Jace/Simon, background Clary/Izzy,
rating: t
warnings: none
summary: The pounding in Simon’s chest got louder and louder, his heart flip-flopped when Jace rested his hand gently on the back of his neck and pressed their lips together. The kiss was warm and gentle and not at all like Simon had anticipated. It was softer and sweeter than he thought Jace was capable of. OR  the three times Simon convinced himself that kissing Jace meant nothing and the time he realized that he was wrong.
a/n: first off, I’m gifting this work to the amazingly patient @intangibel​ as a substitute for the fic I was supposed to write her for @shadowhuntersbetas​ Winter Fic Exchange (this one is much better, trust me). A huge thank you goes out to @tothebitterbetterend​ and @bookwhipped​ for doing such an amazing job of beta-ing this fic! It wouldn’t be what it is without both of you, so thanks!!


Pop music blared from the radio as all of the partygoers arranged themselves into a circle on the floor in the Lightwoods’ basement. Simon grabbed a can of soda from the table in the corner, which held a half-eaten birthday cake and a variety of drinks and candy that had previously been arranged into neat piles, before wedging himself into the space between Clary and Alec. He didn’t say anything because it was Isabelle’s birthday party but, in his opinion, sixteen was too old to play spin the bottle. Part of the reason was because he’d never actually kissed anyone before, but there was no way he was going to admit that. He’d practiced with his pillow before, another thing that he wasn’t going to admit – boy, had that been embarrassing when Rebecca walked in on him – and he’d fantasized about kissing someone, of course. It had just never happened.

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“Hey! What are you doi…”


“Jane, it’s just some carolers… keep sciencing.”


“Steve! Steve! Wait!”


“Did you mean it? That you really think I’m perfect?”

“I meant every single word.”

“I don’t think you’re gonna have to wait for this time next year. I think you’re kind of perfect too. An ‘adorably awkward troll of epic proportions’ perfect, but that’s my perfect.”

“Darce, are you serious?”

“No. Not at all.”

“You’re my ‘ridiculously sarcastic and gorgeous dame’ and that’s my perfect.”

“I know.”

“Happy holidays, Darce.”

“Happy holidays, indeed, Steven Grant.”

Happy Holidays to the lovely @wahwahwaffles​ ! From your Steve/Darcy Gift Exchange® :)

  • *malec kisses, hugs, says i love you*
  • Jace: i can't even
  • Clary: wow
  • Isabelle: they are a dream
  • Simon: i feel like i'm watching a movie
  • Lydia: ....
  • Aldertree: .....
  • Maryse: ...........
  • The institute members: *whispers* oh yeah
  • The whole world: *screams unstoppably*

There’s something you need to know. This. Us. It’s different. You’re different. I can’t sleep. I think about you all the time. I’m off my food. I look forward to when you’ll next insult me.
                                  Yeah, so you say to all the girls, Jerome Jordan.

get to know me meme: [1/10] scenes
➥ Jerome Clarke kisses Joy Mercer during audiotions, which wasn’t scripted