#Simon lewis u hoe

[witchlingcirce]

The whole Simon/Maia/Izzy thing in city of fallen angels always made me so MADDDD. Out of the many plot lines I’d get rid of in tmi, that’s one of them 😭😭

[solarsenshii]

for the date fics do jimon & #20!!! (i am scrolling through ur blog and i couldnt pass up on the chance for u to write something fluffy!!!!)

this is a whole month late but!! *finger guns* jimon + blind date from this list!

jace herondale is certain, in the way that many herondales before him are and many after him will be certain, that he can find a common ground with any stranger and flirt them right out of their pants. izzy is determined to rise to the challenge and may or may not be eager to see her adopted brother fail at something. 

she doesn’t mean to ask clary to send her most awkward and nerdy friend to jace’s favorite bar on seventeenth street, but her competitive streak makes them come out anyway. luckily, clary doesn’t spend too long laughing at her over her sketchbook. “i know just the guy,” she says in between giggles and lifts her phone to text someone whose name in her phone is “obi juan, you’re my only hoe.” 

izzy doesn’t want to ask, so she doesn’t and simply waits eagerly to see jace fail. 

simon adjusts his jacket as he walks into the unfamiliar bar, looking around nervously for the guy he was supposed to be meeting here. clary had said that her girlfriend knew a guy – handsome, of course, because clary would never ever set him up with someone ugly – that he might like, and he was supposed to meet him at exactly eight-thirty-pm. 

simon lewis, however, is anxiously early and trying not to bounce himself into an upset stomach. he didn’t know who he was supposed to be meeting because izzy and clary were lesbian tyrants and adamantly refused to show him a picture, leaving him only with the name jace and coy smiles. he hates them, a little bit, but not enough to actively stop being their friend. 

he orders a beer, because he doesn’t have the stomach for anything fancy, and is only a couple sips in when someone taps him lightly on the shoulder and asks in a voice that sounds akin to an angelic choir: “are you simon?” as he turns to look at the stranger he feels his stomach doing flips and swears to buy izzy and clary the best engagement present he can afford because even if he wasn’t simon, he would be absolutely anyone this blond bombshell wanted him to be. 

“yeah, i’m simon.. you must be jace.” and simon must be hallucinating because the look on jace’s face is..charmed. really, really charmed. 

“nice to meet you.”