Thank you for talking about your concerns re: Sony/Columbia and Rob Stringer. I thought I was the only one who felt sick to my stomach at the thought of the man who has been friends with Simon for years, and was head of the US label that helped to closet H & L, being the one to sign H. I don't know why people are excited, because the power dynamics are really messed up now, and there's no guarantee that the stunts are going to stop for L anytime soon. Trying to have hope, but it's hard. :(
It’s very hard, and you’re perfectly welcome, anon.
I thought I had posted about Rob Stringer in the fall, but all I can find is some articles I uploaded, so I’ll revisit now. Stringer has spent his career at Sony, he’s been running labels there since the early 90s, and his brother was a main exec and CEO of Sony Corp (not music) for quite some time. Stringer has headed Columbia since 2008, and he’s done extensive business with Simon Cowell in that capacity. Indeed, Simon was the first quote in the Billboard article announcing Stringer’s appointment as head of Sony this October. Their working relationship has been extensive, as far as I can tell. He has credited his work with Simon on XFactor acts as his gateway to success for getting Glee to work, which was hugely responsible for his success turning Columbia around. [Adele as well, and he’s partly responsible for a lot of a resurgent trend of U.K. artists’ US success.] He has called Simon the “best A&R guy he knows” in multiple interviews.
One Direction signed to Columbia in 2012 as they were breaking the American market; the closet clamped down during this time.
Sony purchased controlling shares in Syco in July of 2015 – paying £85 million total for it, and absorbing the £70 million debt it had accrued. While making £45 million from it personallyis somewhat pathetic for Simon, that’s a far better fate than being jettisoned from Sony and declaring the company bankrupt within five years. The buyout was, it would appear, the best possible outcome for Simon given the failures of his television series, losing One Direction, and being unable to produce a suitably earning substitute.
Rob Stringer was announced the new head of Sony mid-October 2016.
I say all this to suggest that thinking of a ‘fresh start’ for Rob Stringer or Harry is not logically sound. Rob Stringer has been involved in their business since 2012 – but even say for argument’s sake that perhaps he didn’t determine their marketing. But Rob Stringer has been calling the shots at Sony since this fall (and potentially had input before that official announcement). And we know Sony now holds the Syco strings and has since July 2015, a date we are all very aware of – so Rob Stringer stepping into the office in the last six months has certainly had power to ameliorate the situation, and he has not done so.
Harry has been constructed as the big fish, the Justin Timberlake, almost since the beginning. It seems Sony’s going to be damned if they don’t get what they’ve always angled for, by hook or by crook. Given what we have seen, they’ve been successful at backing Harry into a corner, as well as Louis, with profound effects for Liam and Niall as well.
Columbia and Sony are sure to promote Harry’s music thoroughly, because it could make them a great deal of money. But that is the equation. It is very much in their best interests not to help Niall, Louis, and Liam or One Direction, as that would distract dollars and time from Harry’s solo work, which will make them a fortune. It is quite evident by now that Sony has had the power to step in but have not, because such an extreme power imbalance in negotiating is much more expedient for their bottom line. They’ve been monstrous and it’s gotten them Harry’s contract, which is what they wanted.
Hope is not any easy thing in such a situation. I think patience will continue to be the watchword.
Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?
this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant
at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.
alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.
but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”
I’ve been extremely irritated seeing how many people are shaming and blatantly hating on men for wearing make-up. This is something that is just starting to become familiarized in the world and starting to become accepted, yet here we are taking 20 steps back. As a make-up fanatic myself, I never realized it was such a big thing, because I would just follow people who were good at makeup. This includes men! I will include pictures of my favorites, MannyMUA, Patrick Starrr, Jeffree Star, Arieh Simon, Bretman Rock, James Charles, and GlamboyJay. To me it was never a problem that they were men, because to me they were just TALENTED individuals. I have now come to see how much scrutiny they are put under, and how brave they are to be following their passion. These people follow their hearts and do what they love, without caring about the reactions they will get from others. Jeffree Star has his own line of make-up that is very successful, and many of the other people I listed have made collaborations with make-up brands. They are succeeding and it does not matter what gender they are, because they are talented and their talent is being recognized. One of my favorite people in the world, MannyMUA, always says, “I believe that men deserve just as much cosmetic recognition.” And I love that, because it is so true. There are so many men working to normalize wearing make-up, even though it shouldn’t be something that they have to normalize. Men wearing make-up should not be a problem, seeing as we are all humans and we are all just trying to express ourselves. Many make-up companies are run by men and have been created by men and have men working for them, like the brand Too Faced. Men have been in make-up for years, yet now we are finding a problem with it. Everybody has the freedom to express theirselves the way that they want to, and to shame somebody for doing what they love is disgusting. I am so proud of the men I listed and all the other men out there who are just doing them. Keep doing you, because you guys are going to change the world one day. You guys are changing the world right now. This was brought to my attention, because my child Magnus Bane was being shamed for wearing make-up. He is a fictional character that is being shamed for wearing make-up. A fictional character. Hundreds of people are posting hateful words towards him, because he is expressing himself. As much as I love Magnus, we need to realize that this fight is more than just him. He is a fictional character being shamed for wearing make-up, now can you imagine the shame and hateful words that REAL men who wear make-up get everyday? That is what we need to be working to end. It is not okay to tell somebody what they can and can’t do, especially when it’s something you love. We as a society need to start looking past our judgements and to start to spread more love. Where did the humanity in people go? What happened to loving and supporting people? We can change this and we can fight along side these badass men, who are working to create a more open-minded society.
Sweatin’ me but I’m not your type
You think you irk me and you’re so right
I’d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw I ain’t gone go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I’ll never be your lover
I’m gonna make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker
I am enjoying the HELL out of dragging Ann-Marie Thomson, and plan to continue to do so, but I want to point out a couple of things for my own peace of mind.
We are dragging her because she is the head of Syco PR. She’s it. She’s the one. We’ve dragged Simon Cowell, Simon Jones, Dan Wootton, Richard Griffiths, and Harry Magee, and all for good reason, but until now Ann-Marie has been relatively unscathed.
But the simple fact is, Syco has ultimate control over their artists. Not Modest (though their refusal to advocate strongly for their clients puts them below my contempt as well). Their contracts are stricter and more all-encompassing than regular recording contracts since their business model is different than a normal record company’s.
Ann-Marie is not just another name we found and are throwing rotten fruit at. SHE IS THE HEAD OF PR AT SYCO. Her job is public relations for the company, it’s artists, it’s TV shows, and Simon Cowell. Her husband is the US Editor at The Sun and has personally written several articles blatantly pushing particular PR agendas where 1D is concerned.
Simon Cowell is interested in making money and looking good, that’s pretty much it. For years he did both. But now he’s under fire and losing all of his money-makers, particularly 1D and The X-Factor, and Ann-Marie is the person in charge of spinning how it’s played out in the media.
As we’ve seen, 1D is being dragged right and left in the very places that Ann-Marie has the most influence - British tabloids. She has directly linked herself to the Jungwirths for no good reason (if the situation with Briana and Louis is what it is claimed to be, of course).
This isn’t tin-hatting, this isn’t speculation. There really is no one with more power over what we’ve seen happening to 1D in the UK media than Ann-Marie Thomson.
→ In which Simon never gets dragged into the Shadow World but goes to college and plays gigs in cafés and bars when he can. One night he’s spotted by a talent scout and gets the chance to record an album. He starts building a name for himself in the music industry, eventually becoming a global sensation and playing sold out gigs around the world. Most importantly he’s happy and doesn’t have to keep sacrificing himself to save others.
Simon dragging Baz into a Lush store, and even though Baz is grumpy about it, he's the one who ends up spending over £100
I’VE BEEN SAVING THIS PROMPT FOR A SPECIAL DAY. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, Y’ALL.
“Just fuck me up,” Simon whispered under his breath, eyeballing the Sunnyside bath bomb.
Baz just stared at the metal bucket, overflowing with bath bombs covered in gold edible glitter. He tried to gently guide Simon away from the display, but Simon’s feet might as well have been made out of lead. “No, Snow. I draw the line at glitter.”
Simon just glared up at him, jaw set and right hand already defiantly grabbing a Sunnyside and dropping it into their basket.
“I don’t want to fight you today, love,” Simon said, wiping his hand on Baz’s jumper, “but you did promise to let me go to Lush today.”
Baz flicked the side of Simon’s head and shoved the basket at him. They’d been in here less than five minutes and he was already drowning in all these smells.
The sales lady had been far too chipper when they’d entered, there were too many bright colors, and the gigantic blocks of soap with knives stuck in them were making Baz really uncomfortable.
Simon, on the other hand, was living. He loved all the cute little bath melts, and the Valentine’s Day display they had, with cherub-shaped soap bars hanging from the rafters, was ridiculously cute.
He took a picture to send to Agatha since Penny definitely wouldn’t appreciate the aesthetic properly.
“Simon,” Baz snapped, suddenly leaning over Simon’s shoulder and almost making Simon send the display flying. “Quit doing a photoshoot and get what you need. I agreed on 30 minutes.”
I should have known, Simon thought.
Somewhere along the way, Baz had remembered he loved to pamper himself. Like, really loved to pamper himself.
They’d been in there over two hours before Baz was ready to leave. Now, as they ambled their way back to the flat, there was a clear distinction between Simon’s stuff and his boyfriend’s.
Simon looked down at the reasonably-sized bag of goodies in his mittened hand. He got a couple bath bombs, a shower jelly in a nice cherry scent, and the Ocean Salt scrub because it reminded him of the beach he and Baz went to all the time in the summer.
Then, he glanced a look at Baz’s pile, stacked up toward the gloomy sky. Even with his vampiric strength, he looked wobbly under the weight of bath bubblers, lotions, fizzies, scrubs, eyeliners, shampoos, and boxes of every soap the store carried.
“You know, Simon,” Baz said conversationally, his voice muffled underneath a loofa, “I do think you bought too much.”
Simon snorted, winding an arm around Baz’s waist to guide him from falling off the curb. There’d be nothing for it if all his precious goodies ended up tumbling out all over the busy London streets.
Giggling into the pink scarf he had wrapped tight around the lower half of his face, Simon replied, “I think we’re getting a bit confused on who bought what. But I still love you.”
Baz, beginning to teeter up the steps to the front door of their flat building, paused. Simon heard him hum. “I love you, too. But,” he quipped, “I’d love you even more if you opened the fucking door for me.”
hey hey hey jimon + one of them being delirious and confessing their love (is this even a trope??? idk love u tho)
“Simon, what the hell
were you thinking?” Jace groaned, trying to drag a half-conscious Simon across
the docks. He had an arm wrapped around Simon’s waist, and Simon’s arm slung
over his shoulder. His head was snuggled into the crook of Jace’s neck, because
Simon claimed it was warmer there, even though Simon is a vampire and can’t
feel cold. Jace wouldn’t admit it, but Simon’s breath on his neck felt way too good.
See, Simon had thought it would be a good idea to visit the
Hunter’s Moon and throw back about 10 plasma shots, and he was fucked. Jace had been woken up at three
in the damn morning with a call from a giggling Maia, telling him “come get
your boyfriend, Herondale, he’s plastered” paired with yells from Simon in the
background. And before Jace had the time that Simon was not his boyfriend (much to Jace’s dismay), Maia had hung up. That’s
how Jace found himself trying to practically carry a drunk Simon home at 4 A.M.
Jace was going to have words with
Maia about this.
“I was sad,” Simon hiccupped, using his free hand to grab
the front of Jace’s shirt. “Don’t be mad. Hey, that rhymes! I could make that
into a song! Wow, I’m the best
Jace rolled his eyes, trying his best to fiddle with the
lock on the boat shed while Simon squirmed in his arms. “Why were you sad,
Simon?” Jace inquired, trying to distract him from moving so he could shove the
The door groaned as Jace slid it open and carried Simon inside, not worried about
closing it until he had set Simon down.
“I’m sad,” Simon repeated dramatically as Jace set him on a
wooden bench along the wall, propping him up so he wouldn’t fall over. “Because
I am in love.”
3 times simon flirts with jace in serious situations + 1 time jace gives it a try
“Sorry. I know it’s kind of messy.” Jace murmurs as he pushes the door to his room open and leads Simon inside. He normally doesn’t invite people inside his personal quarters, but if he has to see Simon covered in blood for another second he’s going to lose it.
Simon looks around with an arched brow. “Messy? Dude there’s like, two shirts on the ground and some empty water bottles. You should see my room, the floor is covered entirely by like eight feet of clothes.”
“I have seen your room.” Jace reminds him. “When you–”
It’s stupid that he can’t finish the sentence, but he can’t. The word “died” burns his throat and it just feels wrong to say for some reason, like when he was younger and he cursed to act tough around Alec even though guilt burned in his stomach.
Simon seems to pick up on his hesitance and, thankfully, doesn’t continue the conversation. Instead he points at the door to their left in question, and Jace nods.
“I’ll try not to use up your expensive shampoo and conditioner.” Simon promises as he heads into the bathroom.
Jace can’t muster up the strength to quip back. He lays back on his bed and stares up at the ceiling while the sound of the shower drowns out some of the noise from downstairs. He should probably be down there, but Magnus told him to take some time away from all the bodies and he’d quickly accepted that instruction. He feels like a sham, running away from the people he killed while the people most affected clean up his mess.
Jace just wants it to be over. He wants to be years away, or lives away. He wants to be reborn as a mundane whose problems don’t go beyond things like family drama and relationships. Boys his age are supposed to be in college, drinking and partying and flirting. Not killing people accidentally because their evil dad tricked them into touching a magical death sword.
The running water stops abruptly after ten minutes and Simon emerges again, now clean and free of blood. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and Jace realizes that he never gave the guy any clothes, so he rustles through his closet while Simon stands frozen near the door, probably wondering how he’s ended up naked in Jace’s room.
“Here.” Jace throws him grey sweatpants and a green shirt, which Simon appears puzzled over.
“Have you ever worn this?” He asks. “Have you ever worn any color at all?”
“I was saving that shirt for the event that you might need to wear my clothes. Black isn’t your color.” Jace responds and he’s supposed to be sulking, goddamn it, but he can’t help it. Teasing Simon is like blinking or breathing. An involuntary function.
Simon briefly enters the bathroom again to change and then pauses in front of the mirror that hangs over Jace’s dresser, staring at his own reflection solemnly.
Jace is about to make a joke about vampires and mirrors but Simon beats him with a quiet question.
“Is it ugly?”
Jace shakes his head immediately. “It’s badass. Really wicked. I’ll teach you how to use it to pick up girls.”
“Not really on my radar at the moment.” Simon dismisses. Jace watches him trace his finger over the long silver scar that stretches from one side of his neck to the other, which will probably be almost entirely invisible once he has enough time to recover and replenish his blood. According to Magnus.
“Did it hurt?” Jace asks, which is a stupid question. The smirk on Simon’s face is proof that it was a stupid question.
“When I fell from heaven?” Simon finishes, and Jace has to swallow the laugh that’s trying to surface. He knows it’s fucked up, because there’s so much death and misery downstairs. But upstairs it’s just him and Simon, who has the most amused grin on his face.
So everything’s okay upstairs.
Alec is genuinely about to murder someone, and Jace doesn’t blame him.
“I swear, we’ll find who’s doing this.” He declares with the blaze of righteous justice in his hazel eyes. Magnus is looking up at him from where he’s seated with a mix of admiration and sympathy. He reaches up and tugs weakly at Alec’s shirt to get his attention.
“Whoever’s doing this hired a warlock. And the warlock is probably long gone.” Magnus explains. “You won’t be able to find which Shadowhunter is doing this out of everyone in the Institute. It’s the needle in the haystack, darling.”
“But it’s terrible.” Alec insists. “Putting a ward up that makes Downworlders sick when we’re on lockdown? You guys can’t even leave to feel better! I’m going to find them–”
“Alec.” Luke says, putting up a placating hand. “It’ll wear off in a few hours. Until then we’ll just wait it out, alright? No need to kill anyone.”
Knowing his brother, Jace is surprised that Alec manages to actually calm himself down. Maybe it’s the effect of seeing Magnus and Luke, two seemingly invincible people, weak and sick from the effects of the ward that’s currently enclosing the Institute.
“Okay.” Alec finally agrees, crouching down beside his boyfriend, who leans into him immediately. It’s unsettling seeing Magnus look so pale and exhausted, and the smudged make-up on his cheek is so out of place that Jace feels the urge to wipe it off for him. “I’ll take you to bed.”
As soon as Magnus nods, Alec scoops him up entirely and starts off in the direction of the elevator, his boyfriend carried bridal style against his chest. Clary helps Luke to her room and then it’s just Jace and Isabelle, who share a look with each other.
“I’ll be valiant and get Simon.” Jace offers. “Because I don’t want to owe you.”
“You bet your ass you don’t want to owe me.”
He finds Simon looking miserable and exhausted in the library. He’s sitting in one of the overstuffed, comfortable-looking but not actually comfortable armchairs. He looks the same way Magnus and Luke looked: tired and sick.
“Time for bed.” Jace announces, swiftly grabbing Simon by his shirt sleeve and hauling him into an upright position. Simon looks up at Jace as if he’s seeing someone from a parallel universe, his eyes wide and astonished.
“Some asshole put a ward up. You’re feeling sick because of that, so are Magnus and Luke. There’s no point in suffering through it, might as well sleep it off.”
“But I don’t have a room here.”
Jace rolls his eyes. Does Simon think Jace came all the way down here just to tell him he has to sleep on the floor? “You’re lucky I live here, then.”
He drags Simon through the halls and into the elevator, where Simon slumps heavily into the wall and doesn’t even bother to make a snappy comment, which is further proof of how awful he feels. Jace guides him into his bedroom and peels back his blankets, watching Simon make himself comfortable.
“You’ve gotta stop inviting me up to your room.” Simon mumbles sleepily as Jace pulls his armchair up beside the bed and takes a seat, reaching for the book he’s halfway through. “What book is that?”
“The Song of Achilles.” Jace responds, showing Simon the cover. “I’ve read it before. I re-read the beginning, sometimes I skip the end. It’s too sad.”
“Then why do you keep reading it?” Simon asks, looking up at Jace with sleepy eyes. He looks kind of adorable, and Jace is glad that he took care of this rather than letting Isabelle do it.
“Because I guess…I guess I always think maybe it’ll be different this time. Like maybe he’ll save Patroclus. Just because he didn’t do it the first time doesn’t mean he can’t figure it out eventually.”
Simon sits up, supporting himself with his elbow. “Books don’t change.”
“Real life does.”
Simon stares at Jace for a few moments. He seems to be thinking it over, trying to figure out what Jace means. Jace doesn’t even know what he means, but it’s the only way he knows how to express the conundrum. The story of Achilles and Patroclus never stuck with Jace before, but recently he’s been thinking about it a lot.
He snaps out of his musings when he notices the light flush over Simon’s nose and cheeks. Jace leans forward to press a hand lightly to Simon’s forehead and he frowns.
Simon’s smile is instantaneous and Jace immediately realizes his mistake, but it’s too late.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Oh my God. Go to sleep.”
“Alright.” Isabelle runs her hands together and looks absolutely deadly. The shine in her eyes is like the reflection of light from a blade, beautiful but clearly lethal. Her wip is in her hands and her fingers carefully stroke it, delicate with the leather. “I’m taking Clary. Boys, you go everywhere below 14th street and we’ll meet up later.”
“I don’t understand why you get to choose pairs now that you and Clary are dating.” Alec complains, and it’s a little obvious to everyone that he’s more than a little jealous of Clary taking up his brother-sister bonding time.
“When Simon and Jace start dating, I’m sure they’ll do the same thing.” Clary offers in consolation. Jace looks over at Simon, who winks. Alec looks up at the sky, probably praying Magnus will make a sudden guest appearance.
They walk in the direction of their first target, Alec walking a few paces ahead while he chats on the phone with Magnus. It’s as if he’s taking a relaxed stroll through Central Park, not heading toward a demon infestation.
“So uh, what’s the plan?” Simon pipes up. “I know you guys don’t always do plans, but while we have this convenient extra time I figure it wouldn’t hurt. Not that I’m worried or anything, but you guys can still die so I’m just looking out for you–”
“Shush.” Alec says, but there’s no menace in his tone. He’s grown to like Simon, whether he’ll admit it or not. “Jace, make a plan.”
“Just wait for the right moment.” Jace says with a shrug. “And then attack. You’ll know it when you see it.”
“Right, right, cool.” Simon nods. “But what if I don’t?”
Simon does not. It’s fascinating, actually, how oblivious he is to dangerous situations. Jace supposes he can’t blame Simon, because Simon hasn’t been learning this his whole life like Jace has. He’s been playing D&D, sure, but it doesn’t count.
So when there’s a demon advancing rapidly toward Jace and Simon, who has a great vantage point from the top of the fire escape he’d scrambled up to avoid getting bitten, fails to realize what he has to do, Jace is forced to yell out instruction.
“Simon!” He hollers to get attention. “Go down on it!”
Without hesitation, Simon jumps over the railing and lands squarely on the demon that’s now only held away from Jace by a few inches on his blade. There’s a few seconds of struggle before the gnashing teeth near Jace’s face disintegrate into black ash, and Simon looks up from where he’s crouched in the middle of it.
There’s ash in his hair, ichor on his clothes, and a bright smile on his face.
“Want me to go down on you next?”
Jace has to physically force himself to look away and jump into the next attack. Goddamn it.
“Okay. Don’t panic. It’s fine.”
“I don’t think it’s fine. This is right out of The Walking Dead or some shit, Jace, oh my g–, do you think they can pry the door open?”
Jace hits the lock button on the driver’s side door, but nothing happens. Figures the car they chose to hide in during a demon horde passing was a lemon. It was just their luck.
“They can’t pry the doors open.” Jace announces. “They don’t know we’re in here. They can’t see us, so we’re not here.”
“Great. Great. This is just…”
“Great?” Jace finishes. He feels bad for Simon because he knows about his anxiety, about his panic attacks, about how both of those things are more likely to become a problem the longer the demons are outside the car. He looks around for something to distract Simon but comes up empty.
“Hey, I read a book I think you’d like.” Simon says abruptly. He sounds strange, like he’s reciting lines in a play. He’s forcing himself to calm down, Jace realizes. So he plays along and says his line.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
“The Five People You Meet In Heaven.” Simon responds. “It’s sad, too, but it’s kinda about what you were saying the other day. About getting second chances and having different endings and stuff. It’s–it’s really good. You could have my copy.”
A thought forms in Jace’s head and his lips move before he can stop himself.
“You don’t have a copy from the library?”
Simon looks over, confused. “What? No. I wouldn’t lend it to you if it was from the library.”
“Well–well you should come to the library. With me. So that we–so that I could check you out.”
There’s a brief silence during which Jace considers opening the car door and letting the demons have him for dinner, but Simon’s sudden bursting laugh halts any and all thoughts.
“Dude.” Simon heaves between laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Oh, Jace, that was so bad. Oh man, oh Jace. Oh no.”
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“It was!” Simon wipes at his eyes again.
“Stop that! Your eyes aren’t even watering.”
“They are!” Simon snatches Jace’s hand and pulls it over to his face, forcing Jace to realize that okay, fine, his eyes are watering just a little. But they shouldn’t be, because it wasn’t that funny, and Jace slowly begins to realize that his hand is still resting on the side of Simon’s face and it’s not moving, and Simon isn’t making it move, and they’re staring at each other and leaning in and then,
“Oh.” Jace gasps after kissing for what had to be five minutes. “Wow.”
“Good thing you’re better at kissing than flirting.” Simon laughs, and Jace’s lips burn to be back where they just were.
“Hey. You’ve been flirting with me for weeks, but the very first time I flirt with you…” Jace presses a short kiss to Simon’s lips again. “This happens.”
Note: Sorry the Negan one is so long. I wanted his exact words, but then he talked for fucking forever. I ended up giving up and cutting him off.
“And who might that be?” Asked Rick, pointing to a girl with (h/l), (h/c) hair teaching kids how to shoot a bow.
“That,” replied Morgan, “is Y/n. Why do you ask?”
“I guess she just caught my eye.”
Although Rick had come to talk to your leader Ezekiel about an impending war, he might just have to stay a little while longer now.
“Pissing our pants yet?” Said the man, who you assumed was Negan, as he stepped out of the RV. The man sent shivers up your spine. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. Yep, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?” You stayed kneeling on the ground, terrified of what may happen. Negan was holding a baseball bat with what looked like barbed wire on the end, and you had a feeling it wasn’t used for anything cute or cuddly.
“This one,” said one of the men from the treeline. “He’s the guy.” He pointed to Rick. You assumed that by ‘he’s the guy’, the man didn’t just mean the leader. Rick was the guy who took down the outpost, along with the rest of you. Negan sighed.
“Hi. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people.” Negan sounded almost excited, nearly joking. Although he was completely serious and obviously very angry, the man was somehow able to sound lighthearted. And it was more terrifying than if he were angry. “Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea, how not cool that shit is. But, I think you’re going to be up to speed shortly.”
What did this man have planned here? You thought. Surely he was going to kill all of you. You only hoped it would be quick, and that the damn bat was just for show.
“You are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Said Negan softly, looking dangerously into Rick’s eyes as if he were searching them for Rick’s emotions. Then he smiled a terrifying smile. “Yes, you are.”
Everything about the situation was unsettling, and every fiber of your being was screaming at you to run. If you weren’t frozen in fear, if you weren’t afraid of the men surrounding you, you would have. But even though all of your sensors were buzzing, you knew that if you moved you would die.
“You see, Rick, whatever you do- no matter what- you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this. And it’s really very simple. SO even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes.” Said Negan. With every word, his speech grew longer and your heart beat faster. Every beat of your heart filled you with dread and made you sink lower to the ground. “Pay attention. Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” RIck looked up at Negan, although he was obviously afraid your strong leader still managed to show defiance on his features.
“Today was a career day. We invested a lot of time so that you would know who I am, and what I can do. You work for me now.” For the first time, Negan made eye contact with you as he paced in front of the group. “If you have shit,” he smiled cockily, “you give it to me. That’s your job.” He continued to pace, looking at every single one of your friends.
“Now I know, that is a big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it,” continued Negan, sneaking a glance back at you to wink, “you most certainly will.” It disgusted you. Had you been meeting any other way, you would have been able to take in his strong, broad shoulders and neatly trimmed beard. Now, however, all you could notice was the bad in his hands and the hate in his heart. You could not see the beauty in a man who you were sure would kill somebody tonight, and no doubt take pleasure in doing so.
“So, Rick.” Said Negan as he walked back towards you, a suffocating fear making its way up your insides and into your throat. “What have we got here?” Negan got close to your face, close enough that you could smell the leather of his jacket and feel the warmth of his breath. Mustering all the courage you could, you spoke.
“My name is Y/n.”
“Damn, a woman who speaks up herself instead of letting their leader do it.” Negan smirks. “I happen to find that pretty fucking attractive.”
“Fuck you.” You said, even though all of your cells screamed at you to let it go. However, even through your fear you knew that this would be a big moment and that you needed to stand up for yourself.
“Well lookie here at that!” Boomed Negan. “She’s got quite the mouth on her. I wonder what else it could do.” Negan stood up, pointing at the treeline. “Simon, get her in the RV.”
Ignoring your protests, screams and kicking, the man named Simon grabbed you and dragged you to the RV. And in that moment, you knew that your life was going to change completely.
“Y/n,” said Daryl as he came around the corner. The two of you had a few classes together but never talked other than maybe saying “excuse me” in the high school’s hallways.
“What do you want?” You ask softly, wiping away your tears in an attempt to look less weak.
“I, uh, heard what Merle said to you today at school.” He said quietly, making his way over to where you sat.
“Well, don’t worry about me,” you muttered with a sniffle, “he’s right. Besides, I know he’s your brother. Have you come to make fun of me too?” Daryl immediately grabbed your face softly, making you look into his eyes.
“Y/n, he may be my brother. But that doesn’t mean I agree with him. He told you that you were flat-chested and ugly, but I came here to tell you that it’s a damn lie.” Said Daryl truthfully, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your temple, surprising you. After doing so, he hurriedly got up and rushed out the door, leaving you to process what the hell had just happened, and what the hell he had meant.
You open the door to your apartment as you hear a soft knock. You had ordered pizza nearly half an hour ago, and you were starving.
“So, that’s a medium (Favorite topping/s) pizza, an order of breadsticks, and a small-” said the delivery boy, cutting himself off when he looked up from the receipt to look at you. “Cheesy bread,” he finished.
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” You say, deciding to ignore his odd behavior. “The girl on the phone said it would be around $25, is that right?”
“Y-yea. It comes to $22.29.” He said, stuttering and blushing after he did so.
“Here, I’ll give you a twenty and a five, keep the change.” You said, handing him the money in exchange for the food. “Hey, are you alright?” You asked the boy.
“I’m okay.” He said, turning to walk away as you closed the door. “Wait,” he said before you could close the door completely. You open it back up.
“Could I maybe, get your number?” He asked, looking into your eyes. You could tell he was nervous. You smiled, he was pretty cute.
“Here,” you say, flipping over the receipt and writing your phone number on the back using a pen you borrowed from him. You gave the receipt back to him, and he seemed a bit shocked. “My name’s Y/n, by the way.”
“I’m Glenn. Glenn Rhee.”
Hearing a car coming down the street from your current hideout in a small boutique, you ran outside. Whatever had been going on had not been happening for too long yet, only a couple weeks to a month, but you knew by now that those things couldn’t drive.
When you made it outside, you saw that it was actually a large truck travelling down the street. Hoping they would stop, you made your way into the road and began waving your arms. The truck slowed to a stop and two men got out. The man who seemed to be in charge walked closer to you, pointing a gun. His hair was fire-red and his mustache matched.
“Who are you?” Boomed his voice.
“M-my name is Y/n.” You replied meekly, afraid of the gun he was brandishing, or rather the fact that it was pointed at your head.He noticed your fear and realized that you meant no harm. He pointed the gun at the ground instead.
“Well Y/n, I’m Sergeant Abraham Ford. Pleased to meet you.” He said.
“Uh, nice to meet you too.”
“This,” he said as he motioned to a man behind him sporting a dark mullet, “is Eugene. He’s a scientist. He knows how to put a stop to this whole thing, all we have to do is get him to Washington D.C.”
“You’re welcome to come with us. I’ve been missing the company of a woman.” Abraham smirked, and you let out a small laugh. Maybe a group was what you needed in this apocalypse.
Carl spotted you as he walked around Alexandria a couple days after they arrived. The sun was just setting, and it illuminated your face beautifully as he passed you. He smiled in your direction, and you returned the smile. He took that as an invitation to speak.
“I’m Carl, my dad’s the leader of the group that just arrived here.” He said, extending his hand. You took his hand, shaking it and feeling the callouses.
“I’m Y/n, I’ve lived here for almost 6 months.” You reply.
“Well Y/n, I hope I get the chance to see more of you.” Said Carl as you parted ways.
“Me too Carl. Me too.”
After wandering on your own after your group was attacked by a horde of walkers, you were luckily found by two men on horseback wearing full body armor. They took you back to their home, calling it ‘The Kingdom’, which wasn’t a bad name considering the fact that it was huge. After a day to get cleaned up a bit and rest after weeks in the woods, they took you to meet their leader. Expecting a creepy older man calling himself ‘King’, you were politely surprised when you looked into Ezekiel’s big brown eyes.
“What is your name, my lady?” Asked the King in a deep voice you could certainly get used to.
“Uh, my name is Y/n,” you say awkwardly, unsure if you were supposed to bow or not.
“Well, Lady Y/n, I am King Ezekiel. Welcome to the Kingdom.”
Paul “Jesus” Rovia
This was it. After years of going strong, this is how you would meet your end. Standing on the roof of your car that had shut down, you looked down at the walkers surrounding. Although there were only three, there was no way you could evade them without risking severe injury to yourself. And thanks to your forgetfulness, all of your weapons were still in your car. You screamed in vain, knowing that nobody would hear you. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before you would have to give in and let the monsters devour you.
A loud noise from behind you made you jump, almost losing your balance on the vehicle. You turned to see a figure pulling his knife out of the walker’s head before proceeding to the next. You watched as the figure easily plunged the knife into the second walker’s skull, and then the third’s. After they were finished, they looked up at you, extending a hand. You took it and allowed them to help you off the car. The figure pulled down the bandana covering the majority of their face to reveal the very handsome man beneath.
“My name’s Paul, but mostly everyone calls me Jesus. What’s yours?”
“My name’s Y/n, and everyone mostly calls me Y/n.” You reply, trying to be witty. It works, and Jesus cracks a small smile.
“Y/n, would you like to come back with me to the Hilltop? It’s a group of survivors. It would be better than out here on your own.”
You nod, following him after grabbing a backpack full of supplies from your now-useless car.
“Hey,” came a voice softly as the bench next to you squeaked. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around, and you were sitting by yourself at lunch so I just assumed.”
You turned to see the source of the voice only to freeze. The man you recognized as Negan’s right-hand man was staring back at you. You just stared, not saying anything. Suddenly the man got up to leave.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I forgot about the whole face thing. I’m just going to-” he stopped as you touched his arm.
“Yes, I’m new.” You responded. “I’m sorry too, I’m just surprised that you would be talking to me. Aren’t you usually with Negan?”
“Well I couldn’t just let a pretty girl sit by herself, could I?” Replied the man as he sat back down with a smile. You blushed and looked away. “So what’s your name?” He asked.
“Y/n. Y/n L/n.”
“Well, I’m D. Or Dwight. You can call me either.” He told you with a smile. You could get used to seeing this ‘Dwight’ more often.
“Well, well, well.” Said a man’s voice as a dark figure approached your hiding spot in the abandoned warehouse. A man with a mustache peered behind the boxes, looking at you. “What have we got here?”
“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, “I didn’t know somebody was already here. I thought this place was empty. I’ll just leave, please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, I wasn’t planning on hurting you. I don’t like hurting pretty women. Do you want to leave this warehouse? And leave the life of running from place to place to avoid becoming walker food?”
“Well then honey, come back with me. We call ourselves the Saviors, and as long as you contribute you can make our Sanctuary your home. I’m Simon.”
As a newcomer to Woodbury, they quickly put you to work in the small hospital due to your experience as a nurse before the apocalypse.
“Y/n,” said Linda, the head nurse, and your boss. “You’ll be taking care of Merle Dixon today. You haven’t met him yet, he just got back from a run. He only has a few minor wounds, but he can be a huge pain to us nurses. I know you haven’t been here long, I can take care of it if you would like.”
“Linda, I may not have been here long. I have however had my fair share of difficult patients. I think I can manage.” You say, waving her off as you make your way into the room he was supposed to be waiting in.
“Suit yourself,” she said and went back to whatever paperwork the Governor was wanting her to fill out.
You walked down the hallway until you found room 3, the name on the door reading “Merle”. You opened the door slowly, peering in to make sure he wasn’t sleeping. A man, who you assumed was Merle, was sitting on the bed with his legs swung over the edge.
“Merle?” You questioned, bringing his attention to you as you shut the door quietly behind you.
“Well shit, they sure have upgraded the nurses since I left.” He said with a smirk. You blushed at the compliment.
“Well thank you, I think. What seems to be the problem?” You ask, trying to ignore the eyes on your body as you looked at the table full of supplies in the corner of the room.
“Well Sugar, I just got back from a run and I happened to get a little banged up. Just a couple of cuts is all, nothing major but the Governor was wanting me to come in any way.” Merle said. You grabbed a couple of bandages and supplies to clean any existing wound and got to work.
“So, you never told me your name.” Said Merle as you wrapped a larger cut on his arm, pretending not to notice how well-built he was.
“My name’s Y/n.” You told him.
“Well Y/n, I am glad I got to meet you. Because you are one hot nurse.”
University was going to be stressful, of course you knew that, you just wished someone had told you that at some point you would find yourself sat at your laptop for almost 19 hours straight writing an essay you had no clue about.
You had written 1000 out of 3000 words, your eyes were burning from staring at your screen for so long, desperately searching for any information on the topic your essay was on.
“(Y/N)?” The sound of your boyfriends croaky morning voice caused you to jump, not expecting him to wake up anytime soon. “Have you still not been asleep?“
Without turning around you replied, "of course not. I’m nowhere near finished."
"It’s 7am, you haven’t moved away from that computer screen for nearly a full day!” Simon exclaimed in disbelief, “come to bed, you can finish it later."
"No, I can’t,” you muttered. “Go back to sleep.”
The silence that followed your words made you assume that Simon had given up, but you should’ve known better than that.
You felt him wrap his arms around you as he rested his head on top of yours. “Come to bed, (Y/N), I know you want to.”
Completely ignoring Simon, you let out a quiet squeal of excitement as you found the website that yahoo answers suggested to use for your essay. “Yes! This website is pure gold, it has everything I need on it. Yahoo Answers is yet to fail me."
”(Y/N),“ Simon dragged out your name as he attempted to pull your hands away from the keyboard. Big mistake.
"Stop it!” You snapped, slapping his prying fingers away lightly but he stubbornly continued to keep you away from the keyboard.
“You need sleep, babe,” he sighed. “This isn’t healthy."
”Quit it or I’ll bite.“
The threat that slipped for your lips seemed to work as Simon instantly removed his hands and you smirked into triumph.
"Is that how it is?” He asked in a teasing manner and you nodded, your eyes still trained on the screen in front of you. “Well, if you don’t come to bed right now, I will pick you up and throw you on it."
You rolled your eyes, "you wouldn’t."
Before you could type another word, your felt arms wrap around your waist and within seconds your back was hitting your mattress.
"Of course, I would.” Simon grinned from above you and you jokingly shoved him off of you.
With the comfortable feeling of your bed beneath you, your eyes struggled to stay open. “‘Maybe I’ll just have a quick power nap. Wake me up in 20 minutes."
"I will,” Simon yawned, crawling into the spot next to you and pulling you into his side. “Don’t worry.”
Requested: You and Simon are baby sitting and at first he’s a bit reluctant to go because babies are messy but when he gets there he has a good time and the baby is the cutest thing and he sees you being really motherly and he realises is what he wants in his future is eventually seeing you with your kids and then he gets really clingy and cuddles you and the baby a lot and then when yous are home he’s still clingy and you ask why and he explains and it’s just cute and cuddly with lots of kisses, ily & ty
"Do I have to come" Simon moaned as you dragged him to the car
"Yes, I told them you were going to help me so therefore you are"
Your friend had asked you if you could babysit her child, Rosie for a couple of hours while they go to dinner with their parents, so obviously you agreed and decided to drag Simon along
"I’m not good with kids" he moaned as your started up the car
"You’ll be fine" you laughed shaking your head at his behavior and pulling off of the drive and making your way to your friends house
Arriving there you knocked on the door being greeted with your friend, Jess
"Y/N I’m so glad you could do this" she spoke as she let you and Simon in the door “Mike and Rosie are in there” she pointed to the door that brought you to the living room
"Hey, we are gonna head off now" Mike spoke standing up and greeting you and Simon “we will be back at around 10 don’t hesitate to call us if something is wrong” and with that they left You walked over to Rosie and picked her up, her clinging onto you as you walked over to Simon
"Are you not gonna say hello?“ You laughed looking up at him
"I don’t know how to speak to a child” he responded with an awkward look on his face and Rosie stared him down
"Simon she’s 3 she’s not a danger she will speak back to you" you laughed once more setting her back down on the floor as Simon sat on the sofa
She walked over to him and smiled, standing front of him
"Hi" she giggled before attempting to climb the sofa and sit next to him, failing making Simon laugh and pick her up placing her next to him “I’m Rosie” she spoke giggling again sticking her hand out to shake his
“what’s your name?”
“I’m Simon” he spoke laughing and shaking her hand
"I like your hair, it’s funny" she giggled again when he pulled a fake hurt expression
"That was rude" he spoke laughing, putting a hand on his chest to pretended to be offended
"I’m sorry" she said and leaned over to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him making Simon look up at you and his lips curve up into a small smile whilst he hugged her back
"Right so you want to watch a movie" you said, laughing at Rosie’s attachment to Simon as she nodded still clinging onto him
"What shall we watch?“ Simon asked her as she sat next to him and grabbed onto his arm
"MOANA” she shouted in Simons ear causing you to giggle
"Go and put your Pyjamas on while we get it ready" you said as she let go of Simon and giggled her way out of the room
"I think she likes you" you spoke laughing whilst setting up the film
"She’s cute" he replied standing up and wrapping his arms around you from behind, you leaning back into him closing your eyes after you set the film up
"Still dreading this?“ You asked giggling
"I mean it’s not as bad as I thought” he said laughing to himself
"I told you she’s 3, she wouldn’t harm you" you wiggled out of his grip after that and sat on the sofa, him sitting next to you and wrapping his arms around you
“She’s gonna wanna sit next to you when she comes back” you cuddled your head into his neck
"You can live without touching me for a few hours" he laughed
You laughed as Rosie came back into the room and jumped in between the two of you
"Ready?“ You spoke as you made room for her in between you
"Yes” she giggled cuddling back into Simon making a smile appear on his face and the film started
You spent most of the time in silence apart from laughs that happened and Rosie singing to every song showing that she had watched it many times before About halfway through you noticed a silence in the room and looked down to see both Rosie and Simon asleep cuddled into each other, your phone began vibrating so you paused the film and left the room
"Jess" you said as you answered the phone
"Hey I was just calling up to check how things are going" she spoke through the phone making you laugh slightly
"Well we are watching a film and they’ve both fallen asleep" she laughed at your words
"We will be back soon" she laughed again and you said your goodbyes and hung up going back into the living room You took a picture before waking Simon up
"Si" you whispered sitting on the arm of the chair and shaking him slightly trying not to wake Rosie
"Hmm?“ He murmured rubbing his eyes and looking at you
"You both feel asleep, Jess and Mike will be back soon so I think we should put her to bed” you whispered once more, running your hand through his hair causing a lazy smile to appear on his face
He stood up carefully with Rosie in his arms and began to walk up stairs with her, you following behind as he walked into her room and placed her in her bed as her eyes opened slightly
"Are you leaving?“ She asked looking up between you and Simon
"Soon, mommy and daddy are on there way home they will be back soon” you spoke sitting on one side of her bed as Simon sat on the other
"Oh okay" she frowned slightly
"We will come back and visit you soon" you spoke again making a smile grow on her face
"Both of you?“ She asked excitedly
"Yes” Simon replied laughing at how excited she was "now go to sleep otherwise mommy and daddy will tell us off"
He finished by tucking her in and and stroking a hand through her hair
"Night Rosie" you both said getting a
"Night" back from her as you both left her room and made your way back into the living room sitting on the sofa again
"That was ridiculous cute" you spoke as you cuddled into Simon
"What was?“ He asked, running a hand down your arm
"You with Rosie” you replied making him smile and place a kiss on your head
"I don’t Know what I was so worried about" he laughed
"Neither do i" you replied back turning around to place a short kiss on his lips before hearing the front door open and close and two voices appear in front of you
"Thank you so much for having her" Mike said looking between the both of you
“It wasn’t a bother, we enjoyed it” Simon replied before pulling you to stand up with him
"We’ve got to get going now" you spoke up smiling to the both of them before you all said your goodbyes and you and Simon headed out the door towards your car, Simon didn’t say much on the way home other than humming to a song that was playing on the radio or simply just sending you a smile Once you got back to The Sidemen house you went up to his room and both of you got into bed once you were ready
"You okay?“ You asked cuddling into him again
"Yeah I’ve just been thinking” he replied pulling you closer to him
"About us, you, our future"
"What’s put you in the mood to do that then?“
"Well seeing you with Rosie today really opened my eyes, she is adorable and It made me think about how I want to have a child with the right person when I’m ready and I feel like that person is you” he spoke, turning you so you were facing him a smile growing on your face as he spoke
"You see a future with me?“ You asked, your smile uncontrollable
"I couldn’t see a future without you, after seeing you today with Rosie i knew that you were the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, who I wanted to mother my children and most of all who I am in love with” he spoke again leaning forward to kiss you softly
"Knowing you see and feel that way about me makes my heart just flutter" you said making him laugh abit "But I couldn’t imagine mine without you either, I love you Simon"
"I love you too baby" he spoke closing his eyes and kissing you again before you both drifted off to sleep