#so valid

"there is no tumblr after death </3"

-anonymous

Give Simon a big nose, one he was born with, crooked with a bump or a hook or whatever else. Break it once or twice, just mess it all up. It's not pretty, he knows that, and he can't even breathe from it all that great. But it is what it is, an ugly nose for an ugly face on an ugly man.

ENTER YOU. You and your compliments, your loving looks and your soft touches. You tell him he's beautiful, inside and out, all the time, but that's not all.

"I wanna bite your nose, it's so hot," you tell him one evening when you're doing nothing in particular together.

"The fuck are you on about now?" he huffs out with a laugh.

"Your nose. I want to eat it."

"Absolute fucking loon," he mutters, pulling you on his lap, because when Simon gets someone close enough to share his space, he doesn't want any space.

He doesn't know what it means, he doesn't get what you see in him, but he still laughs when you lean in to give his nose a little nibble.

He still lets you kiss it every night before you fall asleep, and he still can't believe how lucky he got in landing you.