i love jon in long flowy skirts just as much as the next gal but hear me out. jon in short skirts and patterned tights. knee high socks. stockings. idk just give me cute patterns and prints. itâs jashion.Â
its not pride month just yet but heres some self indulgent pride art anyway
[ID: 4 digital drawings of jonathan sims relaxed and smiling in front of a black background. he is a british-pakistani person with medium brown skin, curly salt and pepper hair and a thick beard. he is holding a different pride flag in his hand in each drawing: the ace flag, the pan flag, the agender flag and the demiromantic flag. he is wearing glasses and a sweater and pants matching the flags in color. his skin is covered in tiny round scars with larger scars on his neck and hand. end ID.]
Donât mind me, Iâm just going through Season One and collecting every time Tim proves heâs an excellent researcher and incredibly smart and Jon trusts him implicitly, which makes their rift in Season Two all the more heartbreaking!
Ep 3, Across the Street:Â
Jon:Â Â Iâd be tempted to dismiss this as hallucination resulting from long-term head trauma complications, but Tim came through with this one and managed to get hold of Ms. Patelâs medical records.
Ep 11, Dreamer
Jon:Â I mean, I donât believe in the predictive power of dreams, obviously, but still, itâs a deeply unsettling thing to find. I had Tim look into it, as I donât entirely trust the others not to have written it as a practical joke and slipped it into the archives.Â
Ep, 18, The Man Upstairs
Jon: There are no records of transactions at any supermarkets or online delivery firms, and Tim even asked round some of the local butchers, as Martin is still off sick.
Ep 21, Freefall
Jon:Â Not a lot of detail was given about the skydive where Robert Kelly claims to have been transported to an endless sky blue nothing, but Tim really outdid himself here, and after spending almost a day combing through accident and incident reports for the Doncaster area in June 2002, found one that seems relevant.
Ep 33, Boatswainâs Call
Tim: (cheery demeanor wearing thin) Oh, itâs, itâs not a complaint! I just noticed, actually. Um, look, okay. I know youâve been under a lot of pressure⌠itâs not a big deal, I just think it might be worth re-recording these statements.
Ep 35, Old Passages
Jon:Â You should have seen Timâs face when I told him. Architecture is one of his specialist areas, and he has always talked of Smirke as one that fascinates him. How did he phrase it? âA master of subtle stability.â From a professional standpoint, it also interests him that Smirkeâs buildings have higher percentages of reported paranormal sightings than any other architect of similar profile.
Ep 38, Lost and Found
Jon:Â Tim actually managed to find a copy of Mr. Ramaoâs marriage licence. It exists, is signed, dated and official, and half of it is blank.Â
i dont trust anyone who doesnât love jonathan sims by episode one. jarchivist infatuation speed run. none of this âyou can hate him in season oneâ nonsense.
Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What Theyâre Doing
soft jontim, as promised <3
It took Tim an entire month to realize Jon craves affection like a plant needing sunlight.Â
Look, he likes to think heâs a pretty observant guy. But when they first started dating, Tim was very cautious. He didnât want Jon to think he was taking advantage; he knew he didnât mind an arm around the shoulder or the occasional hug, but he wanted to take things slowly and do right by him. So he held back from his usual exuberant affection, instead initiating every new touch slowly and cautiously. Holding hands on their lunch break was the latest development, and every shift of Jonâs hand in his felt strangely electric.
It wasnât until a night out with Sasha that the truth came to light. Theyâd managed to finish up early on a Friday and Jon was in an unusually happy mood, having received excellent feedback on his latest report. He was also three drinks in and unusually tactile, leaning heavily on Timâs shoulder with a soppy grin. Sasha looked back and forth between them, nudging her head pointedly in Jonâs direction. Tim, too distracted by the warm and welcome weight against his side, did not pay her any mind until she sighed dramatically, hands rubbing at her temples.
âTim,â she began, eyes misty with drink but voice entirely serious. âPlease know that Jon would very much like to sit in your lap right now.â
Timâs mind went utterly blank as he looked down to the man in question. Jon, his face flushed, sputtered but did not deny the statement, still buried as he was into Tim's side. Tim could feel the beginnings of a smile as he gave the man a nudge. âWhy Jon,â he asked in his most aghast tone. âIs that true?â
Jon didnât respond, refusing to meet his eyes and instead grabbing at his drink to take a sizable gulp. Tim, left with no other choice but to take this as a âyes,â promptly pulled him onto his lap, spilling the rest of the drink in the process and ignoring Jonâs affronted yelp. Sasha cackled and Jon immediately scowled, though the effect was lessened by how easily he sank against Timâs chest. It was then Tim realized that this kind of open affection could very much be on the table, and hopefully without the liquid courage. Lucky for him, this turned out to be true.
So yeah, they were pretty affectionate. Enough that Sasha would roll her eyes whenever he drew Jon close, and coo whenever they left together, hand in hand. Touches became very routine for them.
And yet heâs still hopelessly endeared by the adorable sight of what Jonâs doing right now.
See, Jon usually stays later than him. He doesnât do it quite as often as he used to, no longer pulling all nighters and sleeping on the table in the library only to be awakened by an angry custodian. But Jonâs a natural night owl and takes his job very seriously, and Timâs not trying to change that if itâs how he works best. Heâll nudge him when he seems to be over-stressed, but Timâs gotten used to leaving a bit before him when heâs on a particularly grueling case.
So when Tim inevitably heads out and Jonâs still there, heâll give him a peck on the forehead, Jon usually too immersed in his work to offer much more than a distracted goodbye. Todayâs no different, but as soon as he scoots his chair back, he notices Jon lift his chin minutely, eyes never leaving his laptop screen as he presents his forehead for kissing.
Itâs enough of a picture that Tim pauses where he stands, his heart doing a funny jump in his chest. If he werenât aware of what Jon was doing, heâd say he looks just a bit snooty, as if reading an article particularly beneath him. Tim takes a brief look around to see that no, no one has noticed his boyfriend currently being the cutest person heâs ever met.Â
Apparently, Timâs taken a bit too long to ponder the sight because Jonâs brow furrows and he looks up to him with a quizzical glance, as if baffled to why he remains unkissed. âWhat?â
Tim shakes his head with a smile, quickly coming over to bestow the expected kiss. âNothing. See you tomorrow?â
Jon closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if basking in the bliss of affection, before turning all business and going back to his screen. âOf course. Goodnight.â
He thinks about that little moment for the entirety of his commute home. Tim, for the past few years, hasnât been one for long-term, committed relationships. The sting of a life recently upended didnât leave much room for intimacy, and he really didnât think heâd be able to stomach growing close to someone, not after what heâd seen. He hasnât told Jon everything, and doesnât know when he will. But for the first time in ages, he feels like heâs found someone who might understand. Whoâs seen him at his worst, most sullen self, and still stuck around to discover him at his best. Who expects a kiss at the end of the day, regardless.Â
Itâs terrifying and Timâs definitely reading too much into it, but thatâs the cost of letting someone in. And heâs going to take it one goodnight kiss at a time until it doesnât feel quite so scary anymore.
friend: im so glad i met you⌠youâre so fun to talk to! i love talking to youâŚ
me, to myself: no. you fool. its the other way around. i, in fact, am the one who is glad to have met you. i am overjoyed in your presence. do not say that you enjoy talking to me more.
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