#alberto rosende

[supfag]

A QUICK LOOK AT SIMON'S BUTT 👀 SHADOWHUNTERS (1.05)

[clubartaesthetic]

Magnus is me when I see Alec

[boysappetit]

Alberto Rosende

[seaside-storm]

I think that Simon completely missed the deeper meaning that Raphael put into those words (which he didn’t even have to say)

SIMON LEWIS and RAPHAEL SANTIAGO Shadowhunters (2016-2019) 1.09

[toppersjeep]

I love you, I’m sorry - (Blake Gallo)

Masterlist

(this one might be a bit sad grab tissues-a/n)

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Summary: Blake is leaving Chicago to go be with his family. But you two get into a huge fight over why he shouldn’t go. It causes a lot of drama at the firehouse and could possibly lead to someone having a broken heart.

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(Inspired by I love you I’m sorry by Gracie Abram’s)

Your POV

“I’m leaving” Blake said. I let that sit in my head for a moment. Did I hear that right? Blake is leaving Chicago?? “Sorry what did you say Blake” I asked looking at him. As if I didn’t hear him say that. “I’m leaving Y/N” Blake said. “Leaving the department” I asked.

||”that’s just the way life goes”||

“Well leaving 51 and Chicago” Blake said. I sat down on the bench in the locker room. Looking at him in disbelief. He sat beside me. Placing a hand on my shoulder. As if that provided me any comfort. Normally it would have. But not today not right now. “Y/N please say something” Blake said.

“I can’t even think right now Blake and want me to say something” I said. “I just want you to be honest worth me” Blake said. “I can promise you if I was honest would wouldn’t like me” I said. “You understand why I’m doing this right” Blake said. “No I don’t Blake I get you are taking care of your aunt but” I said. “But what” Blake asked looking at me.

“We’ve all been your family here and now you just wanna up and leave” I said. “I don’t expect you to understand” Blake said. “No I just Blake what am I gonna do without you” I said. “You’ll be okay” Blake said. “How” I said. “I just need to do this” Blake said.

“But I just thought you wanted to stay here Blake” I said. “I love Chicago and 51” Blake said. “That’s it just Chicago and 51 Blake” I said. “What’s that supposed to mean” Blake said. “You are going to pretend that there was nothing going on between us” I said. “Y/N.. I just don’t know what I want from you” Blake said. “Don’t know wow okay” I said standing up.

“Y/N” Blake said. I didn’t look at him.

||”your on a plane going somewhere .. same”||

“I guess that’s just the way life goes huh” I said. “Please don’t act like this” Blake said. “After everything we’ve been through and what I’ve done for you” I said. “You’re right” Blake said. “Then tell me why you can’t stay and see what those leads too” I said. “Because I know what I want and you clearly don’t” I said yelling.

Everyone heard me.

“Don’t yell please” Blake said. “And why not I was the last person you told” I said. “You knew” Blake said. “Of course I knew Ritter told me and you couldn’t” I said. “Out of everyone I should’ve been the first person you told” I said. “Then what I have to watch you look at me like you are right now” Blake said yelling. “You could’ve told me first then it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does now” I said.

“Guess it’s the way life goes isn’t it” Blake said. “Don’t pull that line with Blake” I said. “You wanted the truth didn’t you I wanna leave what’s keeping me in Chicago” Blake said. I didn’t say anything.

Did he really just say that?? Nothing is keeping him here.

“I’m sorry but I see no reason why you should stay then leave” I said. “What” Blake said. “Then go if you wanna go” I said crying. “Just pretend like us kissing was nothing” I said. “You wanted me to tell you how I felt” I said.

|| “I love you , I’m sorry, you were the best but you were the worst” “as sick as it sounds I loved you first”||

“Okay then” Blake said cleaning out his locker. “That’s it” I said. “Yeah that’s it Y/N I’m not going to fight for something you clearly don’t want” Blake said. “Guess I’ll see you then” I said. “And here” Blake said giving me a note. “What’s this” I said. “Consider it a goodbye a guess” Blake said. I then hugged him. “I’m sorry” I said. “I gotta go” Blake said leaving. I just stood there upset.

Ritter came around the corner.

“You aren’t going to chase after him” Ritter said. “He doesn’t want me” I said. “How do you know that” Ritter said. “I guess the whole friends with benefits was stupid” I said. “Are you gonna be okay” Ritter asked.

“I’ll be fine” I said. “Just don’t need you to go down that rabbit hole like after your ex left” Ritter said. “I’ll be fine I promise” I said leaving.

Later..

I set my bag down on my counter. The note then fell out. I know I should open it but I can’t. Although I am very curious as to what he wrote. I grabbed a glass of wine. I then took the note and sat down.

I took a deep breath before opening it. I then opened it. Skimming over the beautiful handwritten note. I smiled to myself.

The note said:

I know what you are thinking Y/N, why would I write you a hand written note. It’s something I’d never see myself doing either. But here I am writing you this note. I guess I’ve never been good at explaining myself. But I feel like this is easier. Honestly because I can’t say this face to face. I just don’t want to break your heart. But I’m sure I already have by leaving. I just wanna say I’m sorry.

I kept pushing you away and you’ve always been there for me. Through everything I know your thinking that I’m a dick. I’m sorry I never wanted to be. But it’s easier for me to write this down. Because you deserve an explanation from me. Truthfully you deserve all the love this world has to offer you. I can’t begin to describe the things I love about you. That beautiful smile and your laugh. Those eyes that drive me crazy. I really thought I could do the whole friends with benefits thing. But looking at you and being around you. I knew I couldn’t.

Maybe I’m an idiot but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. Well not in a long time. I love you so much. But I feel like I need to do this. And I’m not asking you to wait for me. Because if you love something sometimes you need to let it go. And this is killing me. God I just wish I could hold you right now. I’m so sorry for everything I did. Leaving writing this letter to you. Please know that I love you so much. Please keep doing the city proud. You are a hero and you’ll always be my hero. I love you always Y/N never ever forget that.

-Blake

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I put the note down and took a deep breath. I then started sobbing. How could I just let him go. He doesn’t even know how I feel. I should text him but he said it himself. If you love something sometimes you need to let it go.

[soulofapatrick]

Nightmares and Cuddles - Simon Lewis x female reader

Summary: You have a nightmare and go to find Simon, both of you acting like a couple in front of the others for the first time

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none; somewhat non-canon Clary

Y/N’s POV

I wake with a sharp intake  of breath, my body jerking upright in bed as a small cry escapes my lips. Mu heart hammers against my ribcage, panic flooding my sense as my hands frantically search the empty space beside me, grasping the comforting weight of Simon’s icy form. But he’s not there. 

Fear tightens its claws around my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs as I struggle to control the rising tide of panic. My fingers tremble as they trace the contours of the bed, desperately seeking the familiar warmth of his body, the reassuring beat of his heart. But all I find is emptiness, a void where his presence should be. 

“Si-Simon?” My voice wavers with uncertainty, the sound barely more than a whisper as I call out for him, my heart pounding in my ears. But there’s no response, only the oppressive silence of the room, pressing in on me from all sides. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes as I fight to hold back a sob, the ache of loneliness settling like a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach, “Simon.” I whimper again, the sound barely audible as I cling to the fragile hope that he’ll answer, that he’ll be there to chase away the darkness that threatens to consume me. 

With trembling limbs, I push myself out of bed and stumble towards the closed door, my heart pounding in my chest as I follow the siren call of their laughter. Each step feels like an eternity, the distance between us stretching out impossibly far as I fight to quell the rising panic that threatens to consume me. 

The laughter and yelling voices of Simon and Alec echo through the closed door, a beacon of warmth and familiarity in the cold darkness of the night. Each sound is a lifeline, pulling me closer to the safety and comfort that awaits me on the other side. But with each step, the knot of fear in my stomach tightens, threatening to suffocate me as I struggle to reach them. 

As I finally push open the door shuffle down the hallway and step into the living room, the scene before me is a blur of movement and noise. Magnus and Alec are engrossed in their game, their voices rising in excitement with each turn. Jace is huddled on the couch, Clary is sketching, both of them lost in their own little worlds, Izzy is cackling at the way Simon is kicking Magnus and Alec’s asses at the video game. And then, there's Simon, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, his laughter ringing out like a bell in the night.

For a moment,  I hesitate, unwilling to interrupt the easy camaraderie of their game. But then, as if sensing my presence, Simon turns his head, his face breaking into a wide grin as he catches sight of me standing in the doorway. 

“Hey, there you are,” Simon says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. But as he takes in my disheveled appearance, his expression shifts to one of concern, worry creasing his brow. Without a word, he pats his lap invitingly, a silent invitation for me to join him. And with trembling limbs, I shuffle over to him, feeling small and vulnerable in one of his oversized graphic t-shirts, my cheeks still puffy from crying in my sleep.

I try to ignore the way Alec and Izzy share curious looks, Magnus and Jace share knowing looks and Clary seems to glare at me over her sketch book when I stop in front of Simon. The daylighter looks up at me, cognac eyes full of love and concern as he reaches for my hips, gently guiding me onto his lap so I’m pressed into him, my feet tucking under Izzy’s thigh who welcomes them, used to me doing it. I rest my head on Simon’s shoulder, shivering slightly and press my forehead into the crook of his neck, breathing in everything Simon. 

I’m grumbling slightly when Simon leans to the side, dislodging my face from the crook of his neck, drawing a soft chuckle from him, his icy lips pressing to my forehead before a warm blanket is being wrapped around me, cocooning me in warmth and safety as he presses another gentle kiss to the top of my head as I burrow back into his chest. I can still see the images of Simon, Alec, Magnus, Jace and Izzy laying there, dead, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. 

But even as Simon's arms encircle me, pulling me close, the images from my nightmare refuse to fade. They linger at the edges of my consciousness, haunting me with their vividness and cruelty. I can still see them—Simon, Alec, Magnus, Jace, and Izzy—lying there, lifeless and still, their faces frozen in expressions of agony. 

The tears well up anew, blurring my vision as I cling to the fabric of Simon’s shirt with desperate fingers, as if he might slip away from me if I let go. The weight of my fear presses down on me, threatening to suffocate me as I struggle to make sense of the horrors that linger in my mind. 

But Simon is here, his comforting presence unwavering as he holds me close. Though his heart may not beat like a human's, the unneeded but steady rhythm of his breath against my skin serves as a comforting reassurance. I can’t help but smile slightly as I know he’s only breathing so I can match my breath to his and stop panicking. And as he presses another gentle kiss to the top of my head, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me, pushing back against the shadows that threaten to consume me. 

As I nudge his jaw with my nose, seeking solace in the familiar contours of his face, I’m met with the warmth of his gaze. In his eyes, I see a reflection of my own turmoil, but beneath it all, there's a depth of love and adoration that steals my breath away. I lose myself in the ocean of his gaze, the world around us fading into insignificance as I drown in the depths of his love. My heart swells with emotion, a tidal wave of longing and affection crashing against the walls I've built around myself.

And then, with a tenderness that steals  the very air from my lungs, Simon leans down to meet my lips in a soft, tender kiss. In that moment, everything else fades away—the nightmares, the doubts, the fears—replaced by the overwhelming warmth of his love. I melt into his embrace, savouring the sweetness of his lips against mine, the gentle press of his hand against the small of my back. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the intimacy of our connection, each touch, each caress, a testament to the depth of our bond. 

In the blissful cocoon of our embrace, time loses all meaning, swept away by the currents of our shared affection. But then, like a sudden clap of thunder shattering the tranquility of a summer's day, Clary's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and jarring. I startle at the sound, my heart pounding in my chest as I reluctantly pull away from Simon's lips, a sense of disorientation clouding my thoughts. Clary stands her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief, her eyes flickering with an emotion I can't quite place.

"How long has this been happening?" Her voice is tight, strained, as if each word is forced through clenched teeth. There's an edge to her tone, a hint of accusation that sends a shiver down my spine.

I glance up at Simon, searching for some sign of reassurance in his expression, but all I find is a mirrored reflection of my own uncertainty. His hand tightens around mine, a silent gesture of support, but the weight of Clary's question hangs heavy in the air between us. I swallow hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me as I struggle to find the right words to explain the depth of our connection. But before I can speak, Simon glares at her, his voice calm and steady despite the tension that simmers beneath the surface.

"It's been...a while," he admits, his gaze never wavering from Clary's. "But we wanted to keep it quiet, just until we were sure.” 

There's a flicker of something in Clary's eyes—disbelief, perhaps, or maybe just plain jealousy—but before I can dwell on it, she offers a tight-lipped nod, her expression unreadable. 

"Right," she says, her voice clipped and cold. It has me trying to wriggle out of Simon’s grip but he shushes me lovingly, gaze turned back to me, as if Clary’s disappeared and I can sense just how much it pisses her off but with the way Simon is looking at me I couldn’t care less. 

“I think you should go.” Izzy is speaking up as Simon’s urging me to lay my head back on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck, his gentle hand carding through my hair while the other wraps around my legs and pulls me closer. I can hear Clary left out a sound of annoyance before she turns on her heels and I hear the front door slam before Alec clears his throat and challenges Simon to another round of whatever game they were playing before I joined them. 

And then, like a gentle breeze on a summer's day, Jace moves to sit on our other side, his hand finding mine in a silent gesture of solidarity. I squeeze his hand in silent gratitude, feeling the weight of his support like a lifeline in the darkness. 

As I lay there, surrounded by the comforting presence of my friends, I feel myself drifting off, the steady rhythm of Simon's heartbeat and the soft murmur of their laughter lulling me into a peaceful slumber.

In that moment, as I drift between wakefulness and dreams, I know with certainty that this is where I belong. In the warm embrace of my beloved Simon, surrounded by the laughter and love of our friends, I find a sense of belonging and contentment that I've longed for my entire life. And as sleep claims me once more, I let go of the worries and fears that have plagued me, knowing that as long as I have them by my side, I can face whatever challenges may come my way.

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[dylanstopper]

[justarandomgirly]

The cast of Shadowhunters

[tags-ohara]

CHICAGO FIRE 11.18 DANGER IS ALL AROUND

[biliciouseleanor]

Alberto Rosende on Diego's photoshoot.

[supfag]

SIMON & JACE & ALEC SHADOWHUNTERS (1.02)

[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

IM CRYING WHY DO THEY KEEP POSING LIKE THEYVE BEEN IN LOVE SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL

me n who honestly

us af :3

[boysappetit]

Dominic Sherwood and Alberto Rosende

[seaside-storm]

SIMON LEWIS and RAPHAEL SANTIAGO Shadowhunters (2016-2019) 1.08

[los-geckos]

SHADOWHUNTERS ↳ 1.05: "Moo Shu to Go"

[soulofapatrick]

Giving in to Desires - Simon Lewis x Female Reader

Summary: Training with Simon gets a bit hot and heavy

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

As I spar with Simon in the training room, his newly acquired vampire speed still leaves him somewhat clumsy. Despite his efforts, I manage to land a few taps with the metal training pole, each one eliciting the cutest laughter from him. His laughter is like music to my ears, filling the room with a sense of joy and lightness. 

Simon makes a dash towards me, his vampire speed propelling him forwards and I try to sidestep his advance, having used my speed rune before we started. But, in a sudden movement, he sticks out his foot, catching me off guard and sending me sprawling to the ground. With a startled gasp, I feel myself falling, but instinctively, I reach out and grab onto Simon, pulling the flailing man down with me. 

We land in a tangled heap, his weight pressing against me with a solid ‘oof’. For a moment, everything seems to stand still as I feel his body close to mine. His unneeded breath is coo; against my skin, and I can feel my heart rate increase slightly.

As we lie there, entangled on the ground, I take a moment to study Simon’s features. His tousled brown hair falling slightly in his face, and his dark eyes sparking with amusement despite our awkward predicament/ His features hold a boyish charm that never fails to captivate me. 

I can feel my heart jackhammering in my chest as I resist the overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss him. It's as if my heart aches with longing, yearning for a connection that transcends the boundaries of friendship.

But, instead of succumbing to the temptation, I focus on the task at hand. With determination, I hook a leg around one of his and use my momentum to flip us over. As we untangle ourselves and I climb to my feet again, I can't help but steal a glance at Simon. Despite the slight flush on his cheeks from our tumble, he wears a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. In that moment, I'm reminded of why I'm drawn to him, why every moment spent in his presence feels like a gift.

With a determined spark in my eyes, I throw aside the training stick and raise my fists, ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Simon. His playful grin widens into a smile that momentarily catches me off guard, but I quickly shake off the distraction, focusing on the task at hand. 

As we circle each other, a charged energy fills the air, crackling with anticipation. Every move Simon makes is fluid and deliberate, his vampire reflexes lending him an almost supernatural grace. But I refuse to back down, meeting his gaze head-on as we exchange playful banter amidst our combat. 

With every punch thrown and dodge maneuverer, I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my senses to a razor-sharp edge. Simon’s laughter rings out as we trade blows, a melody that drives me forward with renewed determination. 

Despite the intensity of our training, there's an undeniable undercurrent of flirtation between us. Our movements are filled with teasing touches and lingering gazes, each exchange fuelling the fire that burns between us. It's as if the boundaries between sparring partners and something more blur with each passing moment, leaving us both intoxicated by the electric connection we share.

Suddenly, Simon catches me off guard with a swift move he could only have ever learnt off Jace, he manages to twist one of my wrists behind my back and presses me against the wall. His solid figure flush against my back, sending a jolt of electricity through me as I feel the coolness radiating from him. 

I gasp in surprise as his sudden manoeuvre leaves me pinned and at his mercy, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. With his nose dragging along my jugular he whispers, “You're quite the challenge, you know that?" His voice is laced with a playful undertone, sending a thrill coursing through me. "But I wouldn't have it any other way," he adds, his words dripping with flirtation, causing my heart to race even faster.

Caught between the wall and his firm hold, I struggle to regain my composure, my mind spinning with a heady mixture of desire and exhilaration. Every inch of my skin tingles with anticipation, craving the electrifying touch of his lips against mine.

“S-Si…” I choke out, my breath catching in my throat as his lips, cold and plump, press against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. It's as if he's trying to hold himself back, the restraint palpable in his touch. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, exposing my neck to him. His icy hands release my wrist, instead resting gently on my hips, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My chest heaves with exertion and anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desires.

This side of Simon is unlike anything I've ever seen before, but I find myself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his touch. His closeness fills me with a sense of longing and yearning, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both.

As Simon spins me around, his strong arms framing my body with his, I feel a rush of emotions flood through me. His closeness, the heat of his body pressed against mine, sends my senses into overdrive. I’m consumed by a fierce longing and yearning, a desire that threatens to overwhelm me. 

When I hear him ask if he's reading the situation wrong, those words are all it takes for my restraint to snap. Without a second thought, I find myself gripping his messy locks, pulling him closer with an urgency I can't contain. 

Our lips meeting a messy kiss, teeth clacking and tongues clashing. The air crackles with electricity as the heat between us ignites a passionate inferno, consuming us both in its fiery embrace. It's a kiss born from the depths of longing and desire, a culmination of the unspoken tension that has simmered between us for far too long.

As our mouths meld together, I'm enveloped in the heady scent of Simon. It's a tantalising mixture of earthiness and something uniquely him, a scent that intoxicates my senses and leaves me craving more. Despite his vampire nature, there's a gentleness in his touch, a careful tenderness that belies his newfound strength.

His lips, cool and soft, move against mine with a delicate precision, as if he's afraid to break the fragile connection between us. Every brush of his lips sends shivers down my spine, igniting a passionate fervour within me that I can't contain. 

As we lose ourselves in the intensity of our kiss, a low whistle suddenly pierces the air, making us jump apart, our faces flushing crimson with embarrassment. My heart races as I turn to see Jace, Clary, Alec, and Izzy standing there, varying expressions of amusement and surprise etched on their faces.

Izzy, always quick with a remark, can't help but quip, "Well, well, well, looks like the training room has turned into a bedroom for lovebirds." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes that tells me she's secretly enjoying the spectacle. 

I feel a pang of embarrassment wash over me as I realise that our private moment has been interrupted by our friends. But despite the awkwardness of the situation, there's a sense of camaraderie among us, a bond that transcends even the most embarrassing of moments.

As we gather ourselves and attempt to regain our composure, I exchange a sheepish glance with Simon, our eyes silently communicating the shared understanding of the unexpected turn of events. And as we prepare to face our friends, I can't help but feel grateful for their presence, knowing that no matter what challenges may come our way, we'll always have each other's backs.

“Duly noted.” Simon nods, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before he’s grinning and winking at me, “Why don’t you show me your room?”

“Simon!”

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023