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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter twelve

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January 15th, 2019

Your trip home for the holidays was uneventful. Cousins and aunts and uncles came to your parents’ house and you enjoyed sitting by the fire sipping red wine for a whole four days before you wound up back in New York.

Some country air always did you good, but the excitement of returning to your final semester at NYU, your first semester actually getting paid to write a TV show, and the excitement about your night with Jason before the winter break had you smiling like an idiot on the tarmac at JFK.

You were only back for a few days before you ended up at Max’s fancy apartment, Sophie and Naomi with you on the floor as Max scrolled through Netflix.

“Any word from Professor Daddy yet?”

“That’s the world’s worst nickname ever,” you looked up at Sophie. “But no.”

“Nothing?” Max asked, a pout on his face.

“Well, I haven’t had a reason to see him.”

“Good sex isn’t a reason?” Sophie’s head tilted.

You’d wondered, a few times, what would happen if you texted him and asked him to hang out. Grab dinner or a drink or something else that two people who were casually hooking up or hanging out might do. Each time you typed a text you deleted it, clicking your phone shut and coming to the conclusion that you didn’t want to push it.

“I don’t know,” you laughed. “I’ve thought about texting him.”

Naomi smiled and looked up from her phone. “And what might you say?”

“Wanna come over and fuck me?” Max giggled.

“Come eat me out,” Sophie purred. “That’s what I’d text him.”

“We know,” Naomi rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think you need an excuse,” Max said. “You can just say hi.”

The glass of wine you’d already had made it sound like a better idea than it was. You picked up your phone and Max bounced excitedly.

“I’m just picking it up,” you giggled.

“When was the last time you saw him?” Naomi asked. “That party at his place?”

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Whoa--what’s the smile about?” Sophie leaned forward. “Did you hook up?”

It grew now, from ear to ear when you hid your face. “No.”

“Wow,” Max made a face. “Such great acting.”

Naomi looked at you with wide eyes. “What did you do?”

“I slept over.”

“What?” Sophie shrieked, standing up when her mouth hung open. “After his party? You slept there?! In his bed?!”

“Yes,” you confessed, still laughing when Max shook his head and smirked.

“You’ve got it bad,” he said.

“No I don’t,” you defended.

“You think it’s just sex?” Naomi asked.

“I don’t know,” you looked at her, suddenly freaked out. “I try to ignore those thoughts.”

“Why?” She asked seriously.

“Cause now it’s our last semester and--I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up just to have it fizzle after we graduate.”

They all nodded sympathetically at this, but then you smiled.

“Should I text him?”

“Duh!” Sophie shouted.

So you opened your phone and stared at the thread. Another swig of wine for confidence before you pressed send.

Y/N L/N (8:03pm): Got any good movie recs?

Sure, something you borrowed from Jennie ironically. Only a few minutes before a reply.

Jason Sudeikis (8:09pm): Depends what you’re in the mood for.

Y/N L/N (8:11pm): I’m with Sophie, Max, and Naomi so something that will magically please all of us!

Y/N L/N (8:11pm): If that’s possible haha

Jason Sudeikis (8:12pm): They seem like a picky bunch lol

Y/N L/N (8:13pm): We’ll probably just settle on a rom com

Jason Sudeikis (8:13pm): Can’t go wrong with that

Jason Sudeikis (8:13pm): How was your trip home?

Y/N L/N (8:15pm): Good! Short and sweet, glad to be back though!

Y/N L/N (8:15pm): How was your Christmas?

Jason Sudeikis (8:19pm): It was nice, saw some family, nothing crazy.

Naomi smirked when the conversation took a turn for the personal, the only one ballsy enough to ask the question that everyone was wondering.

“Y/N--do you, like, have feelings for him?”

You blinked a few times, your lips were parted but you knew that saying no would make them roll their eyes and disregard your answer. Instead, you shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Sophie asked, her tone more curious than judgmental.

“Hooking up with him is fun,” you nodded. “And I feel like now sometimes we hang out afterwards so it’s not just, like--”

“Fucking?” Max smiled.

“Yeah, that.” They were quiet for a minute, smiling and nodding and looking at each other until you decided you didn’t like the way they were smirking. “What?”

Max stood and went to find the bottle of wine. “We knew this was going to happen.”

“That what would happen?”

“That you’d end up into him or something. I mean--feelings are what happen once you sleep over.”

“No, no, no,” you disagreed with Max. “I don’t know if it’ll ever be anything more than a fun fling which is fine by me.”

“A memorable grad school experience,” Naomi shrugged.

“Exactly.”

Sophie was on the couch now, her knees pulled to her chest when she reached into a bag of candy. “You wouldn’t date him?”

“Maybe,” you said honestly. “But that’s definitely against the rules.”

“Rules, ha!” Max laughed. “Says the girl who slept over her professor’s house.”

“I didn’t plan on that,” you defended. “I didn’t plan on any of this.”

More vulnerable now when Naomi smiled at you. “It’s okay if you like him.”

“Is it?” You asked her, subtly referencing your two idiot friends who would probably shout it from the rooftop if you admitted it.

“Liking him and doing something about it are two different things,” Naomi shrugged.

You sat there for a second, stared at the texts from him on your phone. There was no denying it at this point. Sophie wasn’t sitting around texting her advisor and Max wasn’t hooking up with his. Naomi was too smart to ever wind up in a situation like this.

Lines had been crossed and sleeping with him had you itching to do it again sometime soon. The only question, now, was if you were stupid enough to keep going.

Some days you woke up and wanted to. Some mornings you had a pep in your step as you walked through midtown and drank an expensive coffee that you couldn’t really afford.

Other days you wondered if it would be better to ignore his texts, ghost him altogether outside of the work context to avoid what felt like a runaway train.

It was risky enough to be sleeping with your professor and it was even riskier to start thinking along the lines of what if. You hadn’t meant to fall so far down the rabbit hole that you couldn’t even see the sky anymore, but when you texted him that night up until you fell asleep, you knew you were pretty far gone.

January 17th, 2019

The same conference room in the same building in Midtown. Water bottles on the table and snacks in the corner, you smiled at the others when you walked in after the holidays. Two and a half weeks since you’d seen him. Not as bad as last summer but just as unknown.

You were sure this time it wouldn’t take as long for either of you to find your rhythm, especially seeing as before Christmas you woke up in his bed and slid into a booth across from him at a diner down the street.

No conversation about what it meant or why it was happening, just hash browns and coffee and a platonic goodbye when you stood on his front step.

Now he glanced up when you walked into the room, a baseball hat on his head for your first day back. He was always dressed down to write, never as formal as his button-down white shirts and ties that seemed to be his campus uniform.

You greeted Dan and Jennie before Javier threw a toy-sized basketball in your direction.

“Y/N--fix our issue. If Shawn cheats on Natalie, who would it be with?”

“Oh with Claire, one-hundred-percent,” you shrugged. “They’ve already got chemistry.”

“Thank you,” Jason pointed at you. “Thank you for making it obvious that Javier is crazy for thinking it would be with Gretchen.”

You tossed the basketball into the tiny plastic hoop that someone had put on the door, an easy shot. You crinkled your nose. “Gretchen and Shawn would never have sex.”

“I agree,” Jason said, looking at Javier.

“Man, you’d agree with anything she said right now,” Javier laughed.

Jason tensed at that, sat up. “No I wouldn’t.”

“You just want to prove me wrong,” Javier reached over and slapped Jason’s knee. You watched him exhale, almost like he’d been holding his breath.

He looked at you briefly, close call.

The day was mostly one of ideas, more post-its and spitballing back and forth. Finally, at 5pm, everyone decided they didn’t have a late night in them when Dan got a phone call.

You scribbled down one last idea that you wanted to let marinate overnight, tucked your notebook in your bag and replaced the cap on your water bottle.

Jason looked up at you but kept his voice quiet, the others still packed up. “Hey, Y/N, do you have a second?”

Jennie smiled but waved, left you alone with him in the conference room once Javier and Dan put on their coats. Their laughter was audible down the hall until the elevator doors shut.

“What’s up?” You asked, noticeably less nervous than when he’d said things like this before. A level of comfort, almost, when he smiled.

“I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Charlie again and they finalized your contract. He said it should be in your inbox soon, but, just a heads up.”

“Thanks,” you smiled. “I appreciate you going to bat for me.”

He shrugged. “I mean, I can’t guarantee you’ll get rich off of this, but, hopefully it’s a good first gig.”

You smiled at his joke, adjusted your bag on your shoulder.

“Are you heading home?”

He smiled up at you, waited a second before he asked: “are you asking because you want to come with me?”

You smirked a little, tried your best to play it cool. “I was just curious.”

“I was, yeah,” he nodded, stood to pack his laptop into his bag. “After a pleasant ride on the subway.”

“Well I’m also heading home,” you nodded. “Might even be taking the same train.”

He smiled, walked with you out into the night and then down below street level to catch the subway. A crowded train, commuters and a whole variety of passengers as your knee bumped into his and the train rounded a corner.

You turned to see him when your stop was next. He smirked a little. “We need to have a meeting soon.”

“A meeting?”

“An advisor/advisee meeting,” he clarified. “Degree audit, go over final semester stuff.”

“I didn’t know if that was code for something,” you said quietly with a raise of your eyebrows, met his eyes for a second when you leaned closer.

He laughed, reached his hand forward to find yours. He held onto it for a second but then laughed and let it go. You hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

When he brought his eyes up to yours, he shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d ever be able to turn that type of meeting down.”

You laughed a little, the train screeched and stopped and you stood. He stayed seated, kept your gaze.

“That’s very good to know.”

“I’ll see you on Wednesday?”

You nodded, took a page from his book when the doors slid open. “You will.”

January 28th, 2019

The Winter Showcase was a glorified student exhibit that the Kanbar Institute of Film put on every spring semester.

Students submitted their films or shorts or documentaries, a screening was held, they served wine and had poorly executed cheese boards. It was a good excuse to dress up and drink free Cabernet and mingle with other students or faculty in the department.

It also happened to fall on the evening of Max’s birthday, which he complained about until he had a glass in hand.

“I guess this isn’t the world’s worst pre-game,” he looked around the room, surprised by the attendance numbers.

“Jesus, who are all these people?” Sophie made a face. “I thought it was going to be dead.”

“You wanted it to be boring?” Naomi asked.

“Then we would have gone to a bar sooner,” she admitted, a sideways glance at you when your eyes fell on Jason in the corner.

He stood next to Marina and sipped from a small plastic glass. Sophie nudged you but you ignored it when Max waded further into the crowd.

You got drinks, took sips and hovered on the outside: who should we talk to, where should we stand? The screenings had been fine, didn’t feel crowded in the theater like it did in the atrium space of the fancy lecture hall for the obligatory mingling post films.

They were distracted enough to not notice when he saw you. He smiled a little, nodded in your direction when Marina noticed, let’s go say hi.

So they came and joined your group, let their plastic cups clink against yours when Sophie informed: “Max is finally thirty!”

“Don’t rub it in,” he glanced at her sideways, rolled his eyes when both Marina and Jason smiled at the news.

“Today’s his birthday,” you looked up at Jason and filled in some of the blanks. “But he’s having a hard time with that.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “I would, admittedly, be having less hard of a time if we didn’t have to be on campus right now.”

“Yeah, this is the worst place to celebrate your thirtieth birthday,” Marina looked around the atrium, grimaced a little when she met your eyes. She was around Jason’s age—you think you’d heard him mention that.

She was bold and funny and a diehard feminist. She’d famously encouraged a guy in your documentary class first year to make a film on tampons. Now, she crossed her arms and smiled at Max.

“What does the rest of the night entail then, for the big three-oh?”

“Not O’Halloran’s,” Max held up a finger, a threatening glance in your direction.

“Why are you looking at me when you say that?” You laughed.

“You love that place,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah—on a Tuesday night,” you shot back.

You wouldn’t dare expect Max to spend his birthday at O’Halloran’s. This time, when the group chat attempted to solidify plans, Max’s requests were simple: Pineapple Club, brunch on Saturday with his other friends that were coming into town.

You turned to Jason and Marina to let them in on your plans. “Pineapple Club tonight, after this--obviously not O’Halloran’s.”

“Obviously,” Marina smiled at Max.

“Pineapple Club is one of my favorite spots,” Jason nodded, letting Max in or something you already knew. “Great atmosphere--great gin and tonic.”

“You guys should totally come,” Max smiled, a palm towards the sky when your eyes darted over to Jason’s. “And Will and Jesse wherever they are,” he looked around the room for your other professors, they had to be here somewhere.

“Jesse’s birthday was yesterday,” Marina looked around the room. “And we actually were going to go grab a drink after this,” she admitted when she looked up at Jason.

His lips fought the smile on his face, the confession that their plans this evening aligned with yours sent a wave of excitement through Max and Sophie. Naomi, on the other hand, smiled in your direction when you bit your tongue.

“Oh my god, you have to come to Pineapple Club,” Sophie looked at them.

“You don’t have to come to Pineapple Club,” you gave them an out.

Sophie smacked you on the arm. “They can come out if they want to.”

You looked at Marina, offered an apologetic smile as if to tell her no, you don’t have to listen to my friend.

“One drink wouldn’t kill us,” she shrugged, glanced toward Jason for his input. “Might help keep us young, honestly.”

He nodded, which is how you ended up on a velvet couch in Pineapple Club with him on the other side of a glass coffee table.

Max sipped his second cocktail of the night, laughed when Will and Sophie made jokes about his age. He thrived being the center of attention, Sophie was drunk enough to get wrapped up in the commotion of the night and the dim lighting, and Naomi was invested in a conversation with Marina and a classmate Max had invited.

You sipped your vodka soda through a tiny straw, met his eyes when you both realized the same thing: now was your chance.

You glanced around the group, made sure no one would notice when you stood and headed for the hallway off to the left between chairs and thick curtains.

You brought your drink with you, rounded the corner and waited a few seconds until he appeared, a smirk on his face when he approached.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you said, “I’m sorry you guys got corralled into this.”

“What?” He laughed. “I didn’t know a night with me was so tortuous for you.”

“Oh come on, you think it’s normal that Max made you guys come?”

“What do you mean?”

You shrugged, didn’t want to say more and risk exposing the truth: they know, he knows, oops.

“I think the least normal part is that I plan on getting you into my bed tonight but I don’t know how to be smooth about it,” he admitted, a little bit of a smile when you looked back over your shoulder.

“Your bed?” You let your eyes get wide when you giggled. “In Brooklyn?”

“I guess yours is only a few blocks from here,” he relented.

“Hey,” Marina rounded the corner, scanning for the bathroom when her eyes settled on the two of you. Jason took a step back, smiled at her when you turned around to find her.

“Hey,” you said.

“I thought the bathroom was back here,” she looked further down the dark hallway.

“Behind him,” you pointed, his shoulder was blocking the silhouette on the door.

She met Jason’s eyes for a second, smiled but then dipped inside when he turned back to see you.

“Text me your address,” he said quietly. “If you want to.”

You smiled at his hesitance, always careful to make sure you were okay with all of this. He never wanted to push and never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

You opened your phone, typed it quickly in a message to him and pressed send. Marina came out and walked back to the group with the two of you in tow. Another round of drinks before Max decided to dance in the middle of the room and that’s when Sophie--of all people--decided it was time to go home.

Naomi and Marina caught the same train, Will and Jesse climbed into an uber when Jason pretended to wait for one. Apparently, the tables had turned.

Sophie rolled her eyes when Max gave you a hug, their car pulled up to the curb.

“Alright, go home and drink some water,” you told Max. Jason stifled a laugh from a few feet behind you. Luckily neither of them had teased you too much tonight--they didn’t seem to notice that now you and Jason would be the only two left on the sidewalk outside Pineapple Club.

“I’m thirty, I don’t need water,” Max dismissed.

“Usually means you need more water,” Jason reminded.

“Oh whatever,” he waved his hand again once he let go of you.

“Let me know when you’re home,” you said to Sophie, a quick hug when she tried to push Max further into the car. He was already greeting the driver, too friendly for his own good after the fourth cocktail.

“Ditto,” she said, “unless you’re--” she waved a hand over at Jason, a quick smile when she caught herself. “Going elsewhere.”

“Goodnight,” you said quickly, waving to them when she finally pulled the door shut. You turned, a knot in your stomach when you looked up at Jason.

His eyebrows were arched but he didn’t look angry. A beat on top of the gum-stained cement before he broke: “So how much does she know?”

“About what?”

Unimpressed, he had to choke back a laugh. “You expect me to think that you didn’t tell Sophie anything? I’ve seen the way the two of you text during class like you’re passing notes.”

He fell into step beside you when you took off for your neighborhood, two blocks down, one left.

“I didn’t tell her everything.”

“How worried about my job do I need to be?”

“Not worried,” you shook your head quickly. “They’ll be quiet.”

“They?!” He laughed, “as in plural?” Now you laughed. He shook his head when he smiled down at you. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N!”

You reached for his arm, laughed when he shook his head in doubt. “It’s fine,” you reassured, your hand trailed down to his, fingers laced automatically. “They know that we’re…hooking up.”

“Hooking up,” he nodded, like he agreed that this was a good label. “And what do they think about that?”

“They actually love it,” you nodded.

“Even Naomi?”

“Even Naomi.”

He was surprised now, it was clear on his face when you giggled. “Shocking,” you admitted.

“Shocking that they’re into it,” he clarified. “Not shocking in the slightest that you spilled the beans.”

He kept your hand in his, laughed like there wasn’t an invisible barrier between you made up of diplomas and assignments and the placard on his door that had gold lettering: Dr. Sudeikis.

He turned left onto your street, teased you when you rummaged through your bag for your keys.

What do you keep in there? He asked, everything you own?

He followed you inside, shut the door behind himself, the smirk on his face was a dead giveaway: this wasn’t his first rodeo.

“Well that was incredibly difficult,” he nodded, watched as you hung your jacket in the closet by the door.

“What was?”

He smirked before the words even left his mouth, like he knew the way it’d make your pulse quicken when his lips pulled up. “Not touching you all night.”

“Hmm,” you narrowed your eyes at him, he moved to lean against the counter. “Good to know that getting a few drinks in you makes you more into me.”

You heard the words come out of your mouth but couldn’t catch them: into you. Was he? Or did he just like seeing you naked and desperate for his touch?

Maybe you were just one of a few or even one of many. Whatever it was on his face that night sparked the same desire that had been growing over the last few months: one of one sounded a lot nicer.

But he didn’t seem to mind your fumble, a smile when he took a few steps closer. “Drunk, out at a bar with you,” he shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you since we left campus.”

Which was all it took for you to walk up to him and close the space between you. You let your arms wrap around his neck, lips against his when he smiled.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, spun around until he put you on the counter.

His hands already tugged at your shirt, fingers meeting your skin once the layer was shed. It went like that until you made your way to the bed, he had his way with you on top of your sheets and then he pushed your hair behind your ear. Laying there naked with him, post-sex, felt comfortable and safe and that made your heart swell. And then it deflated with thoughts of graduation.

“You’re pretty,” he said quietly, lips turned up into a smile when he kept his eyes on your face.

You let your eyebrows crawl up your forehead, he’d never been so straightforward and genuine without a thread of fear in his words.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He rolled onto his back, opened his arm for you to crawl inside and lay on his chest. You watched him fall asleep, wondering how on earth you’d find your way out of this.

February 10th, 2019

Naomi sat across from you at a table in the library, she let out a deep exhale when you glanced up to see her eyes moving across her screen quickly.

“Y/N,” she said your name, still staring at her laptop until she looked up at you. “My doc got chosen for the student showcase in Cannes.”

“No it didn’t,” you leaned forward and let your eyes bug out, voice still a whisper to respect the third floor’s quiet zone.

Students and backpacks and laptops. Water bottled sprinkled the table tops and Naomi smiled.

“Yes it did,” she laughed. “Oh my fucking god,” she leaned back in her seat and took a deep breath.

“Naomi, this is amazing, you’re so talented and this is so deserved!”

A flurry of texts in the group chat when she told Max and Sophie.

Naomi Halter (3:15pm): MY FILM GOT CHOSEN FOR CANNES

Max Prescott (3:16pm): FUCK YES NAOMI!

Sophie Mendez (3:16pm): LET’S FUCKING GO BITCH

Y/N L/N (3:17pm): how fucking insane!!!!

Y/N L/N (3:17pm): we are in the library btw

Max Prescott (3:18pm): So this means we are all going, right? Pre-graduation trip?

Sophie Mendez (3:19pm): OMG WE HAVE TO

Sophie Mendez (3:19pm): CANNES TAKE TWO!!!!

You smiled at their excitement but felt the wheels turning. A flight to France? Expensive. A hotel in Cannes? Expensive. You’d already shelled out a good chunk of change on last year’s trip, with some help from your parents to get yourself over the finish line.

With the money you were now making it’d be easier, but you knew the cost of the school trip was cheaper than it’d cost to do it on your own.

More texts in the group:

Sophie Mendez (3:22pm): Flights are around $1500

Naomi Halter (3:22pm): You guys totally don’t have to come, I know it’s expensive

Max Prescott (3:23pm): I’m not missing this!

Fuck. Fifteen hundred for a flight? You could share a hotel to cut costs but you were already nervous about making it work. You didn’t have money like Max and hadn’t been working like Sophie had since undergrad as a bartender.

You didn’t have the heart to burst Naomi’s bubble when you walked with her through campus that same afternoon. She sipped an iced coffee and smiled ear to ear when you made your way closer to Luft.

“What’s your afternoon entail?” She asked from behind sunglasses, still floating on cloud nine.

“Meeting with Jason, actually--about school stuff.”

You felt like the disclaimer was necessary now, felt like they always suspected something sexual when his name came up in conversation. She smirked a little, you rolled your eyes when you slowed in front of the steps.

You weren’t ready yet to let it slip that he knew: he knew that they knew and if they all knew that he knew that, you figured the already blurred lines and the already messy situation would grow to a size that felt beyond control.

Naomi promised to catch up with you later, she pressed her phone to her ear when she walked away: mom, I have really exciting news!

And you did have a meeting scheduled with him, the second week of the semester and already time to make sure your final semester would be smooth sailing. It’d been a while since you’d had to wait outside for him to finish with another student, but you leaned against the wall and bit into an apple, scrolled on instagram to pass the time until they wrapped up.

The door was open, you could hear him talking with a girl--who you thought you recognized to have been in one of Max’s short films--about her classes this semester. He answered her questions and then updated a few things on his computer.

She saw you when she walked out, smiled politely and passed you in the hallway when you knocked on the doorframe.

He looked up, smiled like he knew it was you just by the sound of your knuckles against the wood.

“Hi,” you said, a step inside.

He glanced over your shoulder to ensure the last student was far enough down the hall. “You can shut it if you want.”

You did, came to sit across from him when he pulled something up on his computer.

“How’s your semester going so far?” He asked with a playful smile, a quick glance in your direction when he typed in your name.

“Is this how you start these meetings?”

“Mmmm, no,” he shook his head, stifled a laugh when he leaned back in his chair and met your eyes now. “Typically I don’t already know the answer to that question.”

“Right,” you laughed.

“I do have some news though,” he sat up straight now and looked at his computer. “Your degree audit is showing you’ll be one credit behind at the end of the semester.”

You blinked at him a few times, unsure why he was delivering this so casually.

“I’ll be what?”

“Behind,” he repeated, he clicked something and read it to himself, nodded when he looked back up at you.

“No, no, no,” you waved him off, sure he’d made a mistake. “Check again.”

“It’s right here,” he laughed a little, pointed to his computer. “Do you want to come look?”

You stared at him, blinked a few times as you let the information settle in your brain. He twisted his laptop around a bit, pointed at the screen when you started to panic.

“Well, so, how do I get the one credit? I can’t graduate late--I mean, Charlie said that my spot on the team is conditional upon completion of degree requirements,” you stood up now, shook your head as you started to pace in his office.

“You can do an independent study,” he shrugged. “You’d have to find and ask a professor to supervise that and get it approved by Dean Vasquez. But that’s what most people do, so, you’ll be okay.”

“An independent study on what, though?” You looked at him like he was crazy. Apparently he couldn’t relate to the stress of potentially not graduating after thinking you were perfectly on pace to do so in only a few short months.

“You get to choose,” he said this with furrowed brows, confused by your question.

“I know that,” you said quickly, frustration getting the best of you when you made a face.

He laughed a little, stood from his desk and came around to lean on the front of it. “This is why we do degree audits,” he reminded. “So people like you can panic now instead of in April.”

You shot him a dirty look when he laughed at his own joke. He reached for your hand and took it in his for a second when he tugged you closer.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll help you brainstorm.”

You took a deep breath, stared up at him for a second when he dropped your hand. He chuckled to himself, went to sit at his desk when he realized he wasn’t going to make you laugh that easily.

“Well I can’t TA for you, I already did that.”

“Right.”

“And I’m not writing another script, I can’t focus on that when I need to focus on ours right now.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “How about a short film?”

You thought about it for a second. “That’ll take so much time and effort for just one credit.”

“A lot of times they approve papers for one credit. Like, you can watch a film and critique it in a 10-page paper and they’ll give you the credit.”

You were quiet now, nodding as you went through the mental rolodex of films you knew well enough to critique without rewatching. With your internship and classes and now the script practically full time, you wanted something easy.

“We’ll figure it out,” he nodded, the look on his face was sincere, like he wanted to reassure you but didn’t really know how.

“I know,” you said, a sigh when you nodded again. “I just thought I was the one with news today.”

He smirked at that. “What’s your news?”

“Naomi’s doc got selected for the student showcase in Cannes.”

“It did?” His eyes got wide. “Holy shit, that’s incredible!”

“She’s over the moon,” you smiled, a theatrical eye roll when you pouted. “At least she’ll get to graduate.”

He laughed at that, rolled his eyes at your antics and sighed. “You’ll graduate, Y/N.”

“Hey,” you looked up at him quickly, wheels turning.

“Hi...” he waited for you to keep going, a skeptical look in his eyes.

“What if I come to Cannes?”

His forehead wrinkled. You’d lost him. “Why would you come?”

“Well Naomi’s gonna go, obviously. Max and Sophie are already looking at flights--something about it being a pre-graduation trip. You’re going again, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, the corner of his mouth lifted towards the ceiling when he tried to get the full picture. “But I don’t get where this fits into everything.”

“For my independent study.”

He shook his head slowly. “The Cannes trip can’t be your independent study.”

“Well not if I don’t produce something to earn the grade it can’t be,” you challenged. “But if I go as a chaperone, or if I go and write a critique on a film there, or--”

“You can’t chaperone a trip when you’re a student.”

“Okay so I’ll write a stupid paper! I’ll help in the planning. I will do anything to go on that trip and get my stupid credit.”

He smiled at that, couldn’t help but crack one more joke: “...anything?”

“I’m already sleeping with you,” you raised your eyebrows. “What else do you want from me?”

“Nothing,” he relented, a pause when he leaned back in his chair again. “I’ll think about the Cannes thing.”

“Okay, perfect,” you stood, grabbed your bag from the floor and nodded.

“We’re not done,” he watched with a slight smile when you headed for the door.

“Can we finish later?”

“What?” He laughed again.

“I’ve got to go,” you shrugged, turned around to see him. “I’ve gotta talk to Sophie and Max and see if they’re actually gonna get to Cannes in May.”

He shook his head, the look on his face told you he liked the way you smiled at him when you fluttered your eyelashes.

“You’ll see me later,” you shrugged. “I promise.”

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AN: Hi friends! Sorry it took a while to update/post this chappie. As you know I put a lot of care into my stories and so sometimes life gets in the way of me sitting down to write/edit/post/etc. Also, putting it out there now to help everyone PREP.....this story will end when MC graduates. So if it's the start of her last semester...the end isn't toooooo far away 😅🤠😈

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christinesficrecs · 3 years

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Hey Christine! How are you?

I'm sorry because you probably answered this kind of ask a million times,but would you like to rec some of your favorite A/B/O dynamics? But if possible,no mpreg or not one of those super cheesy one ^^" I'm sorry I'm asking for a lot haha.

Thank youuuu and have a nice day hun!

Hey! Well, I am a HUGE fan of the super cheesy so no promises. 😉

With or Without You by KouriArashi | 62.5K

Derek thinks that the mating rituals are overly romanticized bullshit, but claiming a mate and defending them from challengers is something werewolves do, and his pack can't afford to appear weak after the fire. Especially not when Deucalion and his friends are in town for the rituals. Enter Stiles Stilinski, who offers to let Derek claim him so he won't be overrun at the ceremonies. Nothing goes as expected.

Exactly Like You by Jerakeen | 70.4K | Mature

“It was Jackson’s idea,” Lydia explains, looking perfectly serious while standing in front of a March Madness bracket of Beacon Hills’ eligible bachelors.

Jackson looks smug. “It only makes sense.”

Stiles meets Isaac’s eyes over the heads of all the crazy people in the room. Isaac shrugs with a slight wince. “’Tis the season.”

Give you that thing you can’t even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 10.9K

The one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he’s about to find out he’s very, very wrong.

for a good time, call... by EvanesDust | 46.8K | Explicit

The one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.

Say It With Me (Don't Assume) | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

What's Ours is Ours by sofonisba_found | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek and Stiles never had sex outside of their respective Heats. After all, it wasn't like they were actually together; Stiles just hated the way the Omega suppressants made him feel, and so Derek was helping him out. That was all it was.

Even if it wasn't close to all that Derek really wanted, that's what it was.

Summer Contest by kits_lightning | 18.8K | Explicit

The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.

The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 13.3K

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Fling by the_ragnarok | 7K

Stiles hates spending heats alone.

The Curve of Your Clavicle by WhoNatural | 6.2K

Derek isn’t an uptight person - seriously, for an alpha, he’s downright laid-back - but something about Stilinski makes him want to bare his teeth and grasp him by the scruff and bite.

No, not bite. That would be incredibly inappropriate, of course - and Derek plus the legal department are aware of that. Anyway, the point is, Stilinski needs to be kept in line.

Mix and Match by Jerakeen | 6.1K

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout) by mirrorkill | 7.3K | Explicit

Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he's pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet.

This is Derek Hale's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can't always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

Chocolate & Pomegranates by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 9.6K

Derek has been an Omega for what feels like centuries. He is constantly hounded by Alphas and Betas who can't control their hormones. He's thankful for Laura defending his honor, but there is one person he's always dreamed of giving himself to.

Too bad Derek is certain Stiles doesn't know he exists.

Scent Left Unsaid by bleepobleep | 2.5K | Mature

In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens.

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 17.8K | Explicit

The one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

One Dollar Yoda by exclamation | 10.7K | Mature

Stiles is an unbonded spark, so he's been dealing with courting alphas since he was ten. It's gotten a lot worse since he turned sixteen. Some are assholes, some are nice, but Stiles hasn't wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to any of them.

When Derek Hale shows up at his school, Stiles expects him to be just another asshole alpha attempting to buy him with expensive gifts. But Derek Hale puts no effort whatsoever into his courtship gifts. Stiles ought to be offended but instead he finds it refreshing.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #alpha beta omega #mating cycles #omega!stiles #mainokutan

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youngbloodlisk · 4 years

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Two Dresses // Ten

- Ten in a maid outfit

- female reader, also in a dress (hence the name)

- dom/sub themes

- a bit of sub ten but more dom ten

- oral, male rec

- mirror sex

- some hair pulling

- pull-out method (be smarter than a fanfiction and practice safe sex plz)

- some aftercare

@kxnkxmoon 😚

"Hey... is it too late to maybe... change our group costume plan?"

"Nooooo..." Sarcasm laces my roommate's voice "No, Halloween is just two days away and all of us have our costumes already except who? You."

"I'm sorry! It's surprisingly hard to find a maid costume. With maid costumes being trendy all of a sudden, they're sold out everywhere."

"Check a resale sight. Surely someone is trying to get rid of one... Oh, and filter by local pickup! You don't have time for shipping anymore."

"Fine..."

After a few hours of on-and-off searching through different sites, it's a page reload around 5pm that I finally find a listing.

Posted one hour ago, cheap, pickup in my area... but horrible photos. Bad angles, bad lighting, you can barely tell what the damn thing is. No description either. If the title didn't say "Maid Costume with Garters and Collar (Good Condition)", I wouldn't know that it was exactly what I was looking for.

But, that being said... it is exactly what I'm looking for... and it's here and available.

I message the seller to ease my nerves about the product before buying it.

"hey, do you have any other photos of the maid outfit?"

It's around thirty minutes later before I get a response from Mr. 1_0LeeCha.

"i can take some but i won't be home until tomorrow. work until late and im staying at a friend's house tonight to help him with something. i have a few from when i wore it at a work Halloween party last year that i can send in the meantime?"

"that would be awesome, thanks"

"sure one sec"

I wait a few minutes as the three typing dots remain on the screen, telling me that he's scrolling through his photos to send one.

My phone vibrates and I look back at my screen to see... something I did not expect to see.

A slender, fit body in a loose maid dress. The boy is on his knees in front of a mirror with his legs spread apart. The dress is pulled up to fully reveal the black lace garters on his thighs. The hand that isn't holding a phone is holding his dick through the fabric of the dress skirt. His face isn't visible in the photo, but his neck is stretched to the left to show off the black choker.

"OH NO no no no no no i'm so sorry i did not mean to send that one"

"lol it's okay, mistakes happen. to be fair it's still a pretty good photo of the dress. btw is that a wayv album behind you?? signed?? my roommate is a fan lol how did you get that?"

"it's a long story. im kinda close with Ten."

"my roommate says that's cool lol"

"haha yeah i guess. do you want the costume or do you still need more pics of it?"

"are the other pics gonna look like that one?"

"no!! fuck no i swear i wouldn't do that to you on purpose lol. btw i deep cleaned it after i took those photos dw"

"lol no worries i was just playing. i'll take it. pickup and pay in cash tomorrow?"

He agrees and sends me the address, telling me that any time works for him as it's his day off.

I get off work around 5pm the next day and set off straight from the diner towards his address, having no need to go home first.

It's a chilly, but thankfully short, walk in my classic blue waitress uniform.

I check the address about five times before I knock on the door, to make sure I don't show up at the wrong person's door asking for a maid costume...

That would be less than ideal.

I hear someone say, "No, no! I've got it! It's for me!" behind the door before it swings open.

"Hi! Maid costume?" The slender boy, with a body I recognize a bit too well now, cocks an eyebrow.

"That's me."

"You must be freezing out here. Come on in, it's up in my room. You can just follow me."

I nod and comply, following him inside. He closes the door and leads me down the hall to the correct room.

I recognize the dresser and window from the photo, as well as the angle of the mirror leaning against the wall by his door.

He notices the way I lightly chuckle upon recognizing the scene.

"Uh- yeah..." He laughs nervously, picking up the bag with the costume in it. "That's... embarrassing..."

"Why were you taking them anyway? Personal enjoyment?"

"Uh... long story... Listen, I'm really sorry about that-"

"I'm not."

His breath hitches and he hesitates to respond, seemingly wondering if I really just said what he thinks he heard.

"H-Huh?"

"I'm not sorry you sent it. It was pretty... and pretty hot." I take the bag out of his hand.

"Oh, really?" His head cocks to the side, his confidence returning.

Suddenly, it feels as if you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

"Really. I wouldn't have minded if you HAD sent more, in fact."

"Oh? You liked it? You liked seeing me in that costume?" He boldly locks his hands behind my neck.

"I did..." I take the dress out of the bag, dropping the bag to the floor. I straighten the dress and hold it up to his body. "Do you wanna wear it one last time before saying goodbye to it? For me?"

He leans in, only an inch away from my face.

"You're still gonna buy it when we're done with whatever we're about to do, right?"

"Does it really matter?" I meet his lips for a moment.

When I pull away, he takes the dress out of my hands. He reaches down to pick up the bag which still holds the garters and choker, presses a finger to his lips playfully, and disappears into the connected bathroom.

I look around the room while I wait.

This guy has a lot more WayV albums, as well as NCT albums, all of which I recognize from my roommate's shelf.

He has a lot of books that look worn. No telling if he reads a lot or if he just bought them used...

I spot a framed photo on one of the dressers. It looks to be him and his friends (all male) in princess/similar costumes. All of them are smiling or making a funny face.

The guy I recognize looks to be in an Alice in Wonderland costume, which makes me wonder where that costume could be.

The bathroom door opens, calling my attention and making me turn around.

There he is, in that maid dress, leaning against the doorframe. He tosses the clothes he was previously wearing into the corner of the room.

I can't help but notice the orange and gray striped underwear in the pile of clothes.

"You look even prettier in person, especially now that I can see your face. I didn't expect a boy so pretty."

"Well I didn't expect you to be so pretty either... much less wearing a 50's diner waitress outfit. That's for work, right? Or did you get all dressed up to come see me?" He playfully saunters over to me and places his hands behind my neck again, in the same way they were before he changed clothes.

"Cute. And what do you do for a living?"

"Long story." He begins to close the gap between us again.

"You seem to be full of those."

"Maybe I'll explain them all next time."

"Are you implying you already want there to be a next time? We haven't even done anything yet, tiger. Are you really that needy?"

"Are you gonna keep running your mouth or are you gonna kiss me?"

Instead of responding either way, I grab his waist and turn us both around. I push him gently, but hard enough to make him fall back onto his bed.

I quickly crawl on top of him, hungrily attaching my lips to his and straddling him.

His hands run up my thighs and under my dress, resting on my hips.

Things escalate quickly as he presses his hips up, the maid skirt falling to expose his hardening cock, and he grinds against my underwear.

"So desperate, aren't you?" I quickly comment before returning to his lips.

He hums as an agreeing response.

I grind down onto him to create more friction which causes him to moan into my mouth.

I move from his lips to his jaw and slowly down his neck to his collarbone, all while still grinding roughly against his hard dick.

Soft moans leave the boy and his breathing gets progressively faster.

His shaking hand starts tugging my underwear down, and I stop and sit up to take them off for him.

Once the blue underwear are tossed into the corner with his clothes, I resume my previous action of grinding into him. This time, however, his cock is running through my folds, making me moan.

"Oh, it feels so... so good..." He chokes out, breathlessly, grabbing onto the sheets with both hands. "Please..."

He begins to rapidly buck his hips up, matching my grinding perfectly, until his body begins to shudder and his movements become jerky.

"I'm c-cl- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, sweetheart." I brush his hair out of his eyes, which gloss over as a sticky substance covers our respective dresses.

He catches his breath for a moment, but his energy returns fairly quickly. Good stamina, I assume.

I slow my movement on him, but continue to seek the friction his shaft was giving me, until he firmly grasps my hips and holds me still.

I can usually keep my cool, but this action definitely shocks me... especially when I look into his dark eyes.

"And w-what do you think you're doing?"

"I sub for my own benefit, not yours."

"That's actually not very subby of you."

"Your voice is shaking. That's actually not very dominant of you... but it makes sense. Did you think telling me to put on a maid costume meant you were gonna take full control?" He scoffs, swiftly flipping us over and pinning me under him. His bare knee slides between my thighs, pushing against my wet pussy, and he holds my wrists against the mattress on either side of my head. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers... "You're dreaming, honey."

His knee slowly rubs against me and I can feel the garter which is falling down his leg.

The lace brushes my clit as he moves, sending a shiver down my back.

He doesn't let me enjoy it for very long, however.

He gets off of me and stands up, telling me to get up as well.

I stand slightly confused, and extremely sexually frustrated, next to the bed as I watch him pull his white desk into the center of the room.

He pulls off the falling garter, and starts to take off the other one until I quickly tell him to stop.

I bend down on my knees in front of him and carefully take the lace between my teeth.

Looking up at him, he's practically drooling watching me slowly drag the garter down his leg with my teeth.

Once it reaches his ankle, I let go and he kicks it off to the side.

Before he can even speak, I lift up his dress and wrap my lips around his tip. His knees buckle for a moment at the sudden sensation.

He leans back, grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him for support.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, almost on the verge of gagging, and try to handle the last part with my hand.

I can tell he's trying to resist the urge to grab me and fuck my mouth, so I try to make it worth it with the way I suck and lick and stroke him.

When I look up at him with innocent eyes, he shudders and pulls me off of him, also pulling me to my feet in the process.

"If you keep that up, I'll cum again... and I'm not cumming again unless it's because of your wet little pussy. So, bend over the desk."

As I follow his instruction, I realize what he did.

He placed the desk in front of the mirror. The same mirror from the photo which started all of this.

He positions himself behind me, flipping my skirt up and running a slender finger over my pussy.

"So wet..." He sticks that finger in his mouth and licks it clean. "And so delicious too."

He runs his finger through my folds a few more times and sucks them clean as he lines up and pushes into me.

The stretch burns in the best way possible.

I grip the edge of the table as he starts to rock his hips.

My back arches and my eyes shut tightly, but he tells to look in the mirror.

The way the mirror is angled, I'm able to see under the table and watch him fuck me. I watch him disappear inside of me and come back out, which only makes me realize more just how big he is and how deep he's reaching.

He places one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder before he picks up his pace and starts to fuck me harder and faster.

I can't hold back my moans, feeling him so deep and watching it all happen in that mirror.

I notice his cocky smile.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches down to rub my clit, causing my legs to start shaking. My orgasm starts to approach.

"Look at you..." He smirks at me, locking eyes with me in the mirror. "So pretty and getting ruined by a boy in a maid dress. I'm sure you expected this to go differently, didn't you?"

I let out a loud guttural moan and avert my eyes to the desk right under me, my head facing down.

"Baby, I can feel you clenching. Are you getting close?"

I shakily nod my head and feel his hand leave my clit for a moment as he takes a hold of hair at the root and pulls my head up to look at the mirror again.

"Watch it. Watch yourself cum all over my pretty cock."

He lets go of my hair, clearly expecting me to remain looking in the mirror, and he starts playing with my clit again.

My toes curl and I have a hard time keeping my head up as my orgasm finally rushes through my body. I clench around his dick and he helps me ride out my high before pulling out and jerking himself until he cums on the back of my uniform.

I feel almost limp as I lay across the table. My eyes are heavy, so I simply close them. I can't see anything that happens, but I can hear and feel that he goes to the bathroom and brings back a towel to wipe the cum off my clothes.

"Can you stand?" He asks gently.

I can, and better with someone to lean on, but my legs are a little shaky.

He uses the dampened part of the towel he got to wipe at the cum on the front of my clothes, before carefully having me sit on the edge of the bed.

He helps me pull the dress off of my sweaty body, tossing it to the pile of clothes.

"Wait here." He instructs, going into his closet.

He comes back with some comfortable looking sweats and hands them to me to wear.

I slowly dress myself and watch as he quickly changes his own clothes and then takes all the soiled clothes in his arms and leaves the room.

When he returns, the clothes in his hands have been replaced with a few bottles of water.

"Here, hydrate." He smiles, handing me one of the bottles. "I tossed the clothes in the wash. I hope you can stay for a bit, but if you can't then I can come bring you your clothes once they're dry-"

I don't miss the shining glint in his eye when I cut him off with:

"No, it's okay. I can stay for a while."

We both chug a couple bottles of water each before cuddling up in his bed to talk... which quickly turns into napping.

I wake up to a darker window than when I fell asleep, and I carefully pull myself away from the man to check the clock on the nightstand.

9:00PM.

I've been here for almost four hours, and asleep for almost three of them.

Quickly, a lot of thoughts come to mind.

One of us needs to put our clothes in the dryer.

I need to go home, I can't stay the night here.

Should I wake him?

As I watch his sleeping face, calmly breathing and mouth slightly open, I can't help but smile at how adorable he looks.

Before we cuddled up together, I placed my phone on the nightstand. I slowly and quietly pick it up, opening the camera and snapping a little photo of him.

I'll ask him when he wakes up if it's okay for me to keep it.

I brush a tuft of hair out of his face, which makes me remember when I did that same thing a few hours ago.

I feel my face heat up as I think back to what we did...

Around a half hour later, he's rudely woken up by his phone ringing.

Sleepily, he answers the call from a phone contact named "YangX2".

"What do you want?... Well, now I am... I don't know, uh-" He turns to me. "Are you planning to stay over?"

I shake my head, trying to be as polite as I can.

"She isn't... Yeah, I know... Obviously... Oh, thanks dude... Hey, that's mine!... I don't care that you found it, it was in my pants... Fine, if you've already spent it then-... Whatever... Yeah, thanks... Bye."

He hangs up and looks at me again.

"Good news and bad news. Good news, YangYang put the clothes in the dryer for us when the washing finished, so they're dry now. Bad news, he found money in my pants and bought him and Xiaojun some snacks at the convenience store."

I laugh with him about his stolen cash, which evolves into an awkward silence.

"Well, um... I should get going. My roommate hates being alone in our apartment at night."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll go get all your clothes for you." He gets up out of the bed and rubs his eyes as he leaves the room.

I make sure I have my phone and my bag, as well as everything that's supposed to be in the bag, while I wait.

Far too soon, he's hugging me goodbye next to the taxi he called for me.

My load is lighter by a couple monetary bills and heavier by a (clean) maid costume.

"Oh! I almost forgot..." I take out my phone and pull up the photo I took of him sleeping. "You just looked so peaceful and cute... is that okay?"

A smile lights up his face, as if somebody taking a photo of him asleep is the cutest thing anyone's ever done in his eyes.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Good. I'll... I'll see you around..." I trail off, realizing he never even told me his name.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." He also trails off, probably realizing that I never gave him my name either.

We share a look, however.

A look that says that some things are better left a mystery.

I get in the cab and close the door, giving the driver the address of an apartment building just a couple blocks from where I actually live.

The moment I open the door to my apartment, I'm attacked.

"Where did you go? What happened? Are you okay? I thought you just had work until 5 and then picking up the costume. So, why didn't you get home until 10pm?!"

I explain everything.

Well, not everything of course... but the general things.

"Oh my goodness... was he cute? You said he stans NCT, of course he's cute. Do you have a photo of him?"

"Yeah, actually..." I pull up the adorable sleeping boy on my phone and show her.

Her eyes about pop out.

"TEN?!"

"Huh?"

"That's Ten! That's a member of WayV!"

"Wait- what?"

I suddenly remember what he said when I asked about the signed album in the photo.

"Kinda close with Ten" my ass...

#ciiikbwork #nct ten smut #wayv ten smut #superm ten smut #nct smut #wayv smut #superm smut

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mystery-star · 4 years

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Assurance - Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Words: 1168

A/N: So I got this idea while talking to @venomoustentacvla . She inspired me to write this short imagine about reassuring Spock that you do love him quite a lot. It turned out differently than I planned tho haha.

Please do not repost my work on other sites or platforms!

If you knew Spock, it usually wasn’t that difficult to determine when something seemed to bother him. And so it was today, when you saw him leaving the mess hall after having eaten something. You glanced after him and suppressed a sigh, wondering what he had now.

“Everything alrigh’? You look troubled” Scotty asked you, trying to follow your look

“Yeah, nothing” you replied and turned back to your superior and friend but made a mental note to check up on your boyfriend later on. Because if you could see that something wasn’t alright with him it usually was something bad.

Once you had finished dinner with Scotty, you walked to your boyfriend’s quarters, asking for access. He allowed you in and you joined him at his desk. He seemed to be working on a report what almost made you chuckle. Whenever you visited him, he was working or at least reading a science magazine, which somehow related to his work as well.

“How was your day?” you asked

“It was adequate. I trust yours went according to your liking as well?”

“Yeah. We still have that problem with the plasma injectors but Hansen thinks we’ve got the right solution now. All we need to do is test it over a longer period of time” he gave an acknowledging nod.

“Might I inquire the reason for your visit?”

“Am I not allowed to spend time with my handsome and loving boyfriend?” you giggled, tousling his hair. He raised an eyebrow but you didn’t know if it was because of what you said or your action

“Certainly” he switched off his PADD and turned to you “What activity would you like to engage in?”

“Hm good question” you took a seat in his lap “We could continue our ‘illogical and incoherent series’ if you like. But to be honest… I wanted to see if you’re doing fine”

“Fine has variable definitions. Please elaborate” you sighed. At times it felt like you were talking to a computer that constantly protested about the lack of data input. You gave a shrug

“Well to be precise, I thought you looked a little upset when you left the rec room after dinner today. So I thought something might have happened”

“There is no need to occupy yourself with the matter”

“But is there something I can do? Or would you just like to talk about it? Sometimes that helps”

“I have noticed that, as of lately, you have started to spend extended periods of time with Mr Scott” you frowned and leaned back a little

“Does it bother you?”

“No it does not, you are allowed to spend your free time with whomever you like, (Y/N)”

“But still, when you left, you looked like someone had cancelled Christmas”

“I doubt it is a cancelable festivity for humans”

“Yeah I know. But still. There was something that seemed to bother you”

“Besides the fact that you are spending more time with other crewmembers, I also had to observe that our time together has, unfortunately, decreased within the past 4.6 weeks”

“I know” you sighed “I suppose we both had a lot to do”

“I did not blame you, (Y/N), seeing that it mostly is my fallacy since I have declined 3 of your invitations for dinner in these weeks, due to work”

“So what are we gonna do now? I mean you sound like you want a solution that makes us spend more time together”

“That is not quite correct. While I do enjoy your company greatly, I do not believe that more time spent together is necessary to satisfy my expectations to our courtship. Which does not mean I would not wish to see you more often if it can be arranged”

“Then what’s really bothering you? That I spend time with someone else instead of you?”

“It would be morally wrong if this bothered me, seeing that humans wish to satisfy their social needs. Since I appear to be unable to provide them, it is only logical that you spend time with another person of your liking” you frowned

“That does sound like you are starting to believe I wouldn’t love you anymore?”

“While I might not be an expert at romantic human relationships, I am aware that if the partners distance themselves from each other, their courtship will undoubtedly come to a termination if the matter is not addressed and resolved”

“And you don’t want that to happen, respectively you think that’s gonna happen to us?”

“I cannot say for certain since it surely also depends on the individuals’ attitudes towards their relationship and I for my part do not wish for it to come to an end” you shook your head

“Neither do I, Spock” you cupped his face “And I just want you to know that I love you very much. Even if you can’t have dinner with me all the times I invite you. I know you’ve got a lot to do. But that’s not a reason to be concerned about the time I spend with others. I do like them but just as friends. Do you want to know why there could never be more between me and, let’s say Scotty? Because he is not you. He doesn’t have that unique way to show how much he cares about me that would be almost imperceptible if you don’t know about our relationship. He doesn’t challenge me with discussions about classical literature or composes a whole song for me and plays it. He also isn’t the person I’d tell about my problems or deepest wishes because I don’t know if I’d be taken serious or not” you leaned your forehead against his. “I don’t know what made you think that my feelings for you could have changed but I assure you that it’s not correct. Nothing has changed just because we don’t spend as much time together as before. In fact, it makes the times we see each other even more special. If we saw each other every day it would just be considered routine after some time”

“I suppose you are correct. Yet it appears you would appreciate more time together” you chuckled

“Well I wouldn’t say no to that, you know” you pecked his lips

“In that case it is imperative to come to an agreement that contents us both and yet is compatible with our work schedules and other duties or appointments. Would you be sympathetic to defining a preset time for our meetings?”

“I don’t know. Not really… There are days where I’d rather be alone. We should just agree on something spontaneously, like ‘come and drop by in my quarters when you’re done with work’ And if that doesn’t work we can try it on the next day. Or that the person declining suggests another time.”

“Your suggestion sounds agreeable” you smiled and leant closer

“Now that this is settled, back to the question as to what we want to do today…”

#spock #spock x reader #spock x you #spock imagine

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 4 years

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Shadowhunters Fics ~ Comfort Recs <3

With everything that’s currently unfolding in the United States, I thought that some of us might want to escape through fic for a little bit. With that in mind, I’ve made a list of my favourite fluff & hurt/comfort Shadowhunters fics to share with the crowd :) I love you all, and you’re wonderful. The world is a pretty scary place right now, but I have hope for the future. Remember to take care of your lovely selves and treat yourself with the kindness you deserve. <3

Pairings, rating, and any relevant warnings will be noted in the recs! :)

Fluff Recs

Of Cuddling and Clinginess by bidness (Malec, G, no warnings) Alec finally gets his cuddles.

All the Colors of the Rainbow by unending_happiness (Malec, G, no warnings) Alec and Magnus share a moment with their children involving colors, fluff, and pride.

Five times Alec called Magnus his husband on their wedding day by SquaresAreNotCircles (Malec, G, no warnings) Alec is very, very happy to be married to Magnus and it’s imperative that everyone at their wedding knows this.

Patience Pays Off by Aria_Lerendeair (Malec, T, no warnings) Alec and Magnus have been falling in love with each other through letters for a long time; when they finally meet each other in person, it’s everything they dreamed of and more.

Close by bidness (Malec, T, no warnings) High school AU involving music, an illegal amount of cuteness, Discord, and the rest of the gang revealing to Alec and Magnus that they’re not fooling anybody.

Haha Just Kidding...Unless? by Carmenlire (Malec, Not Rated, no warnings) College AU, best friends to lovers, and Malec being lovable idiots in love.

That’s The Spirit! by ByTheAngell (platonic Simon & Alec, T, no warnings) Simon needs someone to tag along on a ghost hunt, and Alec finds himself roped into doing the job.

Dancing In Your Arms by Aria_Lerendeair (Malec, T, no warnings) Dancing With The Stars AU where Malec are dancers paired together. Contains a ton of flirting, adorable proposals, and lots of pride.

Tell me I’m perfect (but tell me the truth) by SquaresAreNotCircles (Malec, T, no warnings) 5 times Alec talks about how perfect Magnus is when he isn’t there, and one time Alec talks about how perfect Magnus is when they’re together.

You’re Like Family by thatnerdemilyj (Lightwood siblings, G, no warnings) Jace is roped into reading with Alec & Isabelle (not long after he comes to stay with the Lightwoods) and finds he really likes having a family of his own.

Sleeping Beauty by notcrypticbutcoy (Malec, T, no warnings) Alec comes home from a mission exhausted and seeking cuddles. Magnus is more than happy to provide.

Idiots To Lovers by Aria_Lerendeair (Malec, T, no warnings) Thanks to an amazing server, Alec and Magnus finally get a clue about each other. Best friends to lovers.

Familiar Faces, Quiet Thoughts by Carmenlire (Malec, Not Rated, no warnings) An inside look at Malec’s relationship and the trust & intimacy that belongs there, told from Jace’s POV.

An Unlikely Angel by thatnerdemilyj (platonic Clary & Alec, G, no warnings) After a spell allows Clary to read other people’s thoughts, she doesn’t like the thoughts in Alec’s head, and takes to leaving him anonymous post-it notes to make him smile.

Sleepless in Brooklyn by Aria_Lerendeair (Malec, G, no warnings) It’s still early in their relationship, but Magnus is determined to make sure Alec gets some proper rest.

I’ll be here for you by Neuqe (Jimon, G, mentions of the canon times in the show when Jace & Simon died) Simon and Jace have a much-needed conversation in the Hunter’s Moon after the events of 2x20 and form Team Back From The Dead.

Hurt/Comfort Recs

just be by cuubism (Malec, G, anxiety & self-harm) Magnus helps Alec through the anxiety he’s facing.

i want your midnights by anonlymous (Malec, T, talk of self-harm) Malec talk about self-harm and also, there’s kittens.

One obstacle too many by sugarandspace (Malec, G, no warnings) Alec comes home after a long day at the Institute and Magnus makes it better with cuddles.

Astraphobia by AceOnIce (Malec, T, minor anxiety attack) Alec is scared of storms, but his experience is made better by the one and only Magnus Bane. Human AU.

A Bad Day by Aria_Lerendeair (platonic Magnus & Simon, Raphael and Alec are there too, T, no warnings) Simon comes to Magnus and Raphael on the anniversary of his death and they (plus Alec) help make the day a little better through Star Wars marathons and cuddles.

Stronger For It by sugarandspace (Malec, T, self-harm) Alec has a relapse, years after he thought he’d won the battle against his self-harm, and Magnus is there to remind him that he has nothing to feel ashamed of.

With your arms around me by HopeSilverheart (Malace, G, nightmares) One time Magnus has a nightmare, one time Alec has a nightmare, and one time Jace has a nightmare. Told from Jace’s POV. Eventual Malace. Lots of love and comfort all around.

sway with me, don’t speak by anonlymous (Malec, T, anxiety) After a mission gone wrong, Magnus takes Alec to the beach and helps him to combat the last of his anxiety.

No reason to feel like this by sugarandspace (Malec, Not Rated, depression) Alec deals with depression, and Magnus is there for him.

When the Night’s With You by fishcollective (Jalec, G, nightmare) Alec comforts Jace after he has a nightmare.

On Thunderstorms and Scared Shadowhunters by alecszuko (Malec, G, mention of unaccepting [of fears] Shadowhunter society, Bad Parent Maryse) Alec is afraid of thunderstorms, and Magnus is there to reassure him that there’s nothing wrong with having a phobia.

You Are Strong by sugarandspace (Malec, G, self-harm) Alec comes home early, asking for a distraction. Magnus is happy to help.

We Care for Each Other by ZequoiaRose (Malec, T, no warnings) Alec has a bad day, and Magnus comforts him.

I hope that you enjoy these and that they might put a smile on your face! <3

#shadowhunters #fic recs #malec #malace #jalec #jimon #platonic relationships #hurt/comfort #fluff #em recs stuff #tw: self harm #tw: anxiety #tw: nightmares #tw: depression #tw: panic attack

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gh0sture · 3 years

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Under the Sea

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader

Part 2, Meet the gang

You've never been particularly good at meeting new people or making good first impressions for that matter but this, by far, has to be your worst one yet. Your clothes are soaked still, your hair a sticky mess from the saltwater and your mouth is opening and closing lika a fish gasping for air as it flaps around on a bridge after being caught. It's not one of your best looks you'll admit but it is all you can offer at the moment given the circumstances.

You try to form coherent thoughts, you really do, but this is just way too much for you to take in. He reaches a hand out and you flinch before grabbing it to make an awkward shake.

This isn't just insane. This is completely knock-your-socks-off bonkers.

You feel as if you were looking at the golden gates of heaven themselves, not daring to look him in the eyes out of fear that you might go blind from the sheer radiance of his aura meanwhile the man in question just looked at you blankly. Possibly with a hint of disgust. Definitely a bit of disgust.

"The name's Trafalgar Law, captain of Polar tang" his handshake is firm and he looks at you expectantly while retrieving his hand and crossing his arms over his chest.

Neither of you say anything. He clears his throat but you give no reaction. Still staring at him like a five year old looking at a blackboard of university level algebra equations. He grimaces slightly at your behavior.

"Are you ok? I don't remember finding any trauma to your head, you should be fine" he grabs your chin and tilts your head around to inspect it disapprovingly in search of an injury. Although, he is an expert doctor so he would never miss any injuries, his pride wouldn't let him. This does nothing to soothe your symptoms though and doesn't exactly help with calming your heartbeat at all.

"I wouldn't have missed anything what's wrong with you" he mutters to himself when you finally managed to collect yourself enough to remove his hands.

"uhh no! no, i'm ok! thank you for ,uh, saving me by the way" this is the best and worst thing that have ever happened to you.

"it wasn't my choice" he deadpanned and turn back into the room to get a den-den mushi with a familiar penguin hat on it. Its so strange seeing on in real life. Although, you don't know if this is real life (is it just fantasy?). He proceeds to make a phone call (mushi-call? den-den call?) into it while you shift awkwardly on your feet in the hallway. Your feet ache from walking on the metal grid barefoot you had barely noticed until now. After exchanging a few words he walk over to the desk where he'd previously been sitting and open a journal, presumably to continue doing whatever he did before.

"One of my crew members will be here shortly to get you settled for now and give you some necessities. We reach a port in nine days where you can leave." his voice was calm and composed, like pouring molten chocolate into your ears even though the words themselves were less than pleasant. When he spoke you could feel your knees get weak and you feel tempted to ask him a question for the sole purpose of hearing him speak more. God this man was hot. You nodded at his statement at first, not really paying attention to what he had actually said until you realized that nothing he said had been actually registered in your head.

"Wait, what?" you asked. He doesn't look up from his writing but you can hear the mild annoyance in his voice when he answers.

"Looking at you, you are rather ill equipped for staying here until we reach a populated island. Since you don't have any money or anything valuable, my crew will provide for you until we reach the port where you can find another ship to go back wherever you came from...Whatever weird country that's supposed to be...Now go down the hallway, He should be there already to help you so leave me alone" you get the feeling that you'll loose a limb if you stick around longer so you turn to head down the hallway and find "Him" who you hoped would be more polite.

"Not that way" you hear from the study and you turn around to head down the other way, somewhat (very) embarrassed.

You really wished that your first time meeting a celebrity would've gone better, but then again they do say that you should never meet your heroes. Was he always this rude in the series and book? Sure he came across as a bit of a tsundere but he seemed at least approachable in the series. You don't have the charisma or extroverted superpowers that Luffy have so that is probably an important thing to consider. As you head down the hallway you come across a man walking in your direction pretty soon. He seem far more ok with your existence and even appear to lit up a bit when he sees you and give you a friendly wave. This is already going a lot better than last time.

"Yo! You're the one we found floating around yesterday! Nice to meet you, people around here call me Penguin" He gives you a wide yet genuine smile as he grab your hand and shake it enthusiastically before you even have the chance to reach out.

"thought you were a goner when we found you haha!So it's good to see that you're up n' about, c'mon let me show you a round!" he turn around to walk from where he had just come from while you follow behind him silently.

Penguin makes it his personal responsibility to keep a conversation going even if it's pretty one-sided but it's nice. Comforting even, as he went on about how nice the other crewmembers are with the exception of the captain but you shouldn't take what he says too personal as he's a bit misunderstood. He ask you different questions like your name, where you came from, complimenting you on your weird clothes, although it feels like that was mostly him being polite and you didn't have heart or energy to tell him that you're wearing PJ's. He doesn't mind your short answers and seems satisfied with the information he's able to divulge. To be fair you aren't sure how to answer since you don't know how you ended up here but also out of fear of ripping the space-time continuum open by telling him forbidden knowledge about his universe. It would be rather awkward explaining to him that you know a lot about them and what they've done/are about to do. You've technically stalked them through tv and books and if someone told you that they've been watching you, you would freak out. Rightfully so too. They might even think that you're a navy spy sent to gather information action for their arrest and they could kill you. Yeah, this is a mess and a half but you'll burn this bridge when you get to it. You did tell him your name though and he doesn't seem to suspect you working for some nefarious organization so all is well.

He showed you where the important places in the submarine was such as the kitchen, living quarters, rec area and bathrooms. You still have trouble telling up from down will undoubtedly get lost but he assures you that after a while you'll know this maze like the back of your hand. After leaving the living quarters he guides you to the top deck to find someone else he says will help you so that he can get back to work.

The yellow ship had surfaced at a deserted summer island and everyone was outside enjoying the sun after spending several days in the dark of the ocean. You hadn't been down in the submarine for that long , at least not while being conscious, and was already getting a bit unnerved over how cold and cramped it was. As soon as the warm rays of light hit you both the cold and your worries melt away.

"Hey Ikkaku! You have to help the drifter get some clothes!" He yelled at a woman laying in a sun-chair on the deck with her eyes closed. The familiar heart pirates uniform was open to reveal a green tank top and an orange and yellow striped hat was laying beside her.

"Haah!? Why do I have to do it?" She sat up to glare at Penguin and was about to protest when she spotted you behind him. One second you were hiding behind Penguin and the next you're face to face with a very pretty woman with very poofy hair. Her glorious lion name bounces a bit as she hold up both your hands in hers and lean over a bit to stare into your eyes. Everyone is so tall here why is everyone so ridiculously tall. Anime proportions are wild.

"Oh my god!! We were so worried about you, we thought you were dead when we found you!" You felt uncomfortable with her being so close to your face and politely thanked her for saving you while doing your best to avoid eye contact.

"Oi! Where's your manners! They've been through a lot being stranded in the ocean have some respect!" He bops her on the head and she lets you go to tell him off (and/or punch him back) but she remembers the shiny new toy in front of her and settles for staring daggers at him instead.

"Oh shut yer trap" She stares at you intensely as if to make sure you wouldn't run away or vanish into thin air. It's kind of nice being fawned over like this, and clearly the crew enjoy having a visitor.

"It's so nice having a fresh face around, It's been years since Captain let anyone new stay onboard and being stuck with all the same jerks weeks on end gets a bit tiring you know. Now come on and let's go find you some proper clothes!" She grab your hand to drag you along back into the dark,dark depths of the submarine.

Oh joy. more cold, feet grating and claustrophobia.

"You're a bit smaller than everyone so we should probably ask Uni to sow it in for you if it's way too big" She says more to herself rather than you while handing you the classical white uniform with the heart pirates logo on the chest over your heart.

The woman who's name you had learned to be Ikkaku turn around and continued rummaging around the small closet in front of her in search of more clothes for you while you change into the white uniform when she isn't looking. It feels incredible to finally get out of those damp and sticky clothes and into something soft and warm instead. You are also the proud owner of a pair of fuzzy socks and black boots. Your poor abused feet are overjoyed that they no longer have to walk the metal grid of a thousand needles. Life is good.

"Once we get to the port of Pellar island you can probably trade your way to some more clothes but this should be fine for now"

In the little time you had spent with her you had learned quite the few things about the crew on the ship. For starters there were 21 members in the crew (including the captain), You were lucky number 22 according to Ikkaku, even though you aren't a part of the crew it's apparently better to have an even number of people aboard the ship. And hearing the stories of what they've been through it seems like you're their new rabbits foot. Since you're considered baggage or fancy cargo rather than someone useful she gives you some times on how to stay out the way, especially out if the captains way which you feel is probably a wise decision but you offer your help should she need it in the kitchen which she greatly appreciates. You hate feeling useless.

You can't help but wonder where you are in the Once Piece timeline as you rolled up the long sleeves of the uniform on your arms and legs for comfort. Had Luffy and Law already formed the alliance? Were you before the timeskip and the incident at Marine Ford? Maybe you were even ahead of the manga and anime itself in a future arc even. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Ikkaku pushed a bundle of toiletries into your arms involving a towel, a toothbrush, and a bar of soap.

"We haven't figured out where you'll sleep for the moment but it'll work out soon enough. Otherwise you can just sleep in a spare bed in the infirmary but come help me gather food from the island! We don't want to get scurvy while we're submerged!" She drag you away towards the deck after leaving your things in her room for safe keeping for now.

This woman is going to pull your arm off.

She seemed very sweet but all the touching and stereotypical anime arm-pulling is weird since you have literally just met. The way she smiles while asking you about your favourite foods and how she excitedly plan different recipes out loud make you almost forgive her though. Almost.

You move sluggishly towards Ikkaku's room to get the only material items you currently own in this world. Foraging for fruits and herb until nightfall was tiring but at least you didn't have to carry that much stuff, a guy with a black pompadour haircut had come along to help carry the crates of stuff you and Ikkaku gathered. He seemed very nice too, somewhat cocky though. You had asked Ikkaku for information on a certain Straw-hat pirate while making small talk and have come to the conclusion that he probably hasn't even started his adventure towards becoming the Pirate King yet. She didn't know who you were referring to and was even showed some seagull newspaper from their library but no info of the gummy monkey man could be found whatsoever. Since you recall him making news very early on in his "career" it's fair to assume that he hasn't gotten up to his mischief yet.

It feels a bit weird to be honest. To be in the prologue of the story like this and you have no idea what kind of things anyone other than the Strawhats and Luffy had been up to since the story followed them, maybe some vague details about Law's past and fragments from some characters backstories but this is all uncharted territory. Your thoughts are interrupted as you suddenly bump into someone and fell backwards. You reach your arms out like a bad imitation of a seagull in attempt to grab the wall but someone grabs you before you manage to take hold of anything. Your grab their shoulders to steady yourself and let go once you're back on your feet but they don't remove their hands from you. You look up to thank them for catching you when all the colour drains from your face and you realize who you're standing prom-slow-dance proximity to. It is but the one and only person you'd least want to embarrass yourself in front of. Again.

"Do you have a death wish or are you just plain stupid 22-ya" He looked down at you with what you assume to be the ghost of an amused smile or slight disgust. Probably disgust. Again. while you're distracted by his closeness and the humiliating event that is currently taking place. It could be much worse though, right? you can salvage this situation probably.

"Crap, sorry I was just zoned out.." You tried looking anywhere but his oh-so-handsome face to avoid you making this anymore awkward than it already was. You are not immune against handsome people after all. You tried moving away from him slightly but his hands stayed firm on your shoulders and could feel his gaze on you like needle pricks on your skin. you definitely do not dare looking him in the eye.

"You have to look where you're going or you might get seriously hurt next time" He mused. He may be attractive but he's definitely a jerk.

"It's impossible to see down here it's so dark..." you mutter under your breath and quickly move to side to walk past him, he let's go this time rejoice that your attempt to escape the harassing captain is successful, desperate to get away from this weird atmosphere you have created. Unfortunately for you, the universe have other plans as he start walking behind you in the same direction you are and boy, is it awkward.

After a bit of walking you start to get a bit suspicious though. Was he following you around, waiting for you to get lost so that he could make a smartass comment about it? He is the kind of person who would find great amusement in petty bullshit like that for sure but then again you do have a tendency of assuming the worst in every situation. You decide to test this theory out by steeping to the side and make as much room as you could in the hallway and drop down to pretend fixing your shoelace. Instead of trying to walk past you he stops completely right behind you. You move as slow as you can without arising suspicion but he so kindly wait patiently behind you. When you're done "tying your shoelace" and stand up to continue your journey he follows close behind.

Oh hell no.

You can handle rudeness but this is some psychological warfare or foul play that you want no part of. No matter how handsome the guy is you will not stand for this kind of fuckery. You make a sudden halt and quickly turn around to kindly tell him to fuck off.

"Do you need something from me?" you ask with as much calm you can currently muster, irritation building up behind your customer service smile but he doesn't say anything and only look at you with the same dumb face as before. Almost like he's sizing you up before a fight. Possibly with even more disgust this time.

This Motherfucker.

When he still doesn't say anything for several seconds you just decide to be the bigger person and turn around to start walking again. Of course, with him still following you. It's better to just ignore him and he'll go away, you know where you're going. You finally reached Ikkaku's room and gather up the few items that belong to you when he finally speak up.

"You don't have a room assigned yet right?" You gave him a somewhat puzzled look. That's what he needed to know? That is why he followed you?? To ask you this???

"No? why?" You admit cautiously, almost preparing for him to start fighting you or using his power to "confiscate" one of your organs. For a brief second you could've sworn you saw a mischievous glint in his eyes you know that something bad is brewing. The cogs of evil are turning in his mind and you know that whatever comes out of his mouth next will undoubtedly mean bad news for you.

"I have an idea"

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quartzwriting · 4 years

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With The Malfoys

Pairing: Draco Malfoy X Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Description: You had been staying with your boyfriend’s family, the Malfoys, before the summer break is over. You also go with them on a trip to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies for the new year. Draco comforts your insecurity.

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Originally posted on Qutoev / TRANS LIVES MATTER / I really like this one, wrote it when I was on a Draco high a few years ago haha. Also more Draco cause he’s popular right now. (I’m not into Draco anymore but these exist)

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You began to stir in your sleep when someone started knocking on the guest bedroom door. The sun shining in your eyes from the large windows didn’t help at all. You heard the door open and small footsteps follow behind.

“Lady (Y/N)? You’ve requested for me to wake you up at this hour.”

The light voice of the small house elf fully woke you up. You sat up and rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. “Yes, thank you Sammi.”

“Also, Mrs. Malfoy has invited you for morning tea. And an owl came this morning for you.” The little house elf said as she began to flatten out the sheets on your large guest bed. She had handed you a letter closed with a familiar seal. You didn’t hesitate to rip it open read it.

Hope you’re doing well darling,

It does feel weird having you be gone from the house two weeks early, but I assume everything is fine over there. I received a letter from Lucius and he says he enjoys having you at the Manor, and that he has noticed how happy you make his son. He says he wants you back for your Christmas break, he invited me and your father as well. Let me know and we’ll hopefully see you for Christmas over there. I hope you are remembering your manners over there! Treat everyone well and don’t forget to go to Diagon Alley to get your stuff for school. And write me back if you can!

See you soon, I love you

Signed

-Your mother

You were staying at Malfoy Manor for the last two weeks of summer break. Despite them being controversial both at school and in wizarding world in general, you loved Draco’s family. They adored you and they insisted that you stay with them before the next school year started.

The letter from your mother made you happy, but also semi embarrassed you. You have often received positive things from both your and Draco’s parents that you were dating. It took a while for his father to warm up to you, but his mother loved you instantly. And your parents adored Draco. All four of them never let you forget how perfect they thought you were.

You got up and Sammi the house elf made your bed behind you. Over the past few days, she sort of became your personal house elf since she was assigned to you so much. You showed her nothing but kindness and compassion. It was nice to have someone like her with you all throughout your stay.

You got ready in the bathroom and dressed into a clean outfit. A simple black dress and some black heel boots. You found yourself dressing a bit more formal when with the Malfoys, you grew to like it (and you felt good wearing nice dresses).

You came back into your room to find Sammi tidying it up a bit. She worked really hard by what you have seen her do.

“I appreciate your company, Sammi.”

She turned to you and her huge eyes lit up. “No one has ever been as kind to me as you, Lady (Y/N)!” Her speech was not like other house elves, not referring to herself in third person.

“It’s nothing don’t worry.” You waved it off. “Also I told you that you don’t have to call me ‘lady’.”

“Are you sure? I’m too used to being so formal to our guests."

You nodded and she smiled. You walked over to your bedside table and picked up your wand to place in the belt of your dress.

“But I quite like the sound of ‘lady (Y/N)’!” Sammi beamed, dusting a nearby shelf.

“There’s no need, really.” You replied, picking up the glass of water next to where your wand was and taking a sip.

“But really…” She paused. “Maybe someday I’ll be calling you Mrs. Malfoy.”

You choked and water went down the wrong way.

“I honestly do hope you and Master Draco get married. Maybe it will happen once you both graduate from Hogwarts. Oh, a house elf can only dream.” And with that she left your room, leaving you a coughing and blushing mess.

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Descending the main staircase, you made your way towards the drawing room where Narcissa Malfoy often invited you to have tea in the morning. You knew where you were going now, the manor had become familiar dispute its size. The first few days you always found yourself lost in the giant mansion, there were too many rooms to explore and curiosity took over plenty of times.

“Good morning, darling.” Narcissa greeted you while using her wand to pour you tea.

“Morning, Narcissa.” She had insisted that you call her by her first name.

“Did you get your letter? Who was it from?”

You sat down in the chair across from hers, it was soft and large. Taking your tea, you curled up on the chair. “The letter was from my mother.”

She smiled into her tea cup. “Oh (your mother’s name), I do miss her. Maybe she and your father should join us for Christmas…oh has Lucius or Draco mentioned that to you yet?”

“They hadn’t told me, but mum mentioned it in her letter. She’d love to come I’m sure.”

“I hope they do.” Narcissa smiled. “I’m sure if you asked them you all could join us.”

“I can ask them. I should write them back.”

Narcissa was already on it, using her magic to hand you a piece of parchment and a quill with ink already. You thanked her and began a letter back to your mother, writing on top of a book on your lap. Neutral peaceful silence fell in the room, Narcissa now petting a cat while you wrote to your mother and drank your tea. While writing, the large doors to the room opened and you wondered who had entered.

"Morning, Princess."

It was Draco. You felt his presence over your shoulder so you scooted over in your chair for him to sit. He did so, plopping down and slinging his arm around you.

"Morning mother." He smiled innocently, she was eyeing him for not acknowledging her earlier along with you. He then glanced down at you , "Whats this?"

"Mum wrote me this morning, replying back." You answered, then raising your quill to tickle his face for a split second just to bug him.

“Oh Draco, what do you think about the (L/N)s joining us for Christmas this year?” His mother asked him, chiming in about the letter.

"That would be great." He answered but he sounded unsure, then he continued which explained it, "but...do we want them near the other people we usually invite to our Christmas parties?"

"What do you mean?" She raised an eyebrow.

He turned to you. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to meet my aunt Bella, (Y/N).”

“Do not speak of your aunt like that Draco.” Narcissa scoffed. “But...it is true that my sister is a little…uh”

“Insane?” Draco suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Peculiar.” She corrected while eyeing her son.

"I'm sure me and my parents will survive a party here." You laughed.

~~~~

“Why is it that whenever I set foot in Diagon Alley, I instantly smell mudbloods?”

You slapped him on the shoulder. “Draco!”

“What? It’s kinda true.” This told you that he was trying to make a joke, but you just rolled your eyes.

You, Draco, Lucius and Narcissa were now walking down the street in Diagon Alley to get the things on your list for your next year at Hogwarts.

Once you got to a populated area, you felt eyes staring at you and the Malfoys. You instantly grew self conscious. You wrapped your arms around yourself and suddenly became aware of how heavy your footsteps sounded with the heels. Did you look like a snob to them? Too dramatic or over the top? Actually...do people think that you’re a Death Eater?

Draco noticed that you had become fidgety and nervous. He put it together and saw that you didn’t like the stares. He reached out and gently grabbed your hand to hold it.

“It’s okay, darling.” He whispered, pulling you closer to him protectively. “Keep that head held high. They’re just jealous that you’re so beautiful.”

You blushed and chuckled under your breath. Soon you found a small push of confidence, head up and smiling.

Yeah that’s right, I’m with the Malfoys! I probably look really good right now.

One of the first stops was Flourish and Blotts, where you needed to get the new textbooks for your classes. Draco’s parents had wandered to speak with another pure blood family that was on the other side of the shop, while you and Draco looked for textbooks. You scanned the shelves for a copy of Advanced Potion-making, and you felt Draco looming over your shoulder as he helped you look.

Then something caught your attention and you listened carefully. There was a group talking somewhere, and you swear you heard them mutter Malfoy and (L/N). Draco was busy mumbling to himself the book titles as he browsed the shelves, while you listened. It clicked in your head and the voices were suddenly recognizable.

You didn’t look in their direction and tried to act casual. Draco hadn’t noticed yet, so you slapped him lightly to get his attention.

“Draco.” You whispered.

He kept talking to himself, “Scamander? What an unfortunate surname to have...”

You rolled your eyes, “Draco!”

“What?”

“Shh! Listen.”

He did, then he understood what you meant. The two of you listened into the conversation while still trying to look like you were busy.

“Also why do they always dress like that? Are they going to a party?”

“Those heels (L/N) is wearing look really uncomfortable.”

“I’m surprised they’re still together. How long has it been?”

“A few years now.”

“Longer than most people at Hogwarts.”

“I don’t care, it’s still disgusting.”

“Is she with him just because he’s rich?”

“Maybe.”

"Maybe they've been arranged, like an arranged marriage."

"I wouldn't be surprised, not many pure blood families to keep the Malfoy family completely pure."

“They look like they’re plotting something…”

“Just by looking at books?”

“They always look like they’re up to no good.”

“Probably been bowing to You-Know-Who all summer.”

Draco had enough and he spoke up, “You’re really bad at being quiet, Potter.”

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger all stopped talking, and turned to you and Draco with shocked faces. A smirk pulled at your lips, and you assumed your boyfriend was doing the same, the menacing smiles of a perfect Slytherin duo and couple.

You followed Draco as he approached the trio, knowing that all hell was about to break loose. But you were here for it. You stood there, arms crossed over your chest as you watched Draco and Harry have a standoff.

While the boys were nagging at each other, you watched with amusement. You quickly glanced to the side and looked at the bookshelf. “Oh look, here they are!” You took two copies of Advanced Potion-making off the shelf, which was right beside Granger. Somehow this irritated her.

“Oh by the way.” You started. “I’m not with him just because he’s rich,” You did your best intentionally annoying Hermione Granger impression. “and we weren't arranged. Pfff. Shame on you, mudblood.”

Alright maybe that was a little low for you to stoop down to, but what she said really got on your nerves so you said the first insult you thought of to call her.

The tension created by the mutual hatred on both sides caused a few other shoppers to stop and watch for at least one second. Draco was in the process of defending his last name from association with the dark arts, and it was amusing to you that he could piss off Harry just by barely opening his mouth.

“And I’d like to see you walk in these.” You showed off your heeled shoes to Granger which you noticed bugged her. “You’d probably trip and break your ankle in one step.”

Then you both went off, mirroring Draco and Harry. It could have gone on for much longer, but a large figure that appeared made the three Gryffindors tense and freeze.

“I really hope these blood traitors aren't giving you two any trouble.” Lucius’ voice rang out, him now standing behind you both with his wife.

“They were speaking negatively about us.” You stated with irritation, but with a hint of a smug smile.

Narcissa put her hands on her son’s shoulders protectively. "Forget them, dears. They are not worth your time."

"You're right mother, they're not at all." Draco held his nose in the air and began to walk off with Narcissa.

Lucius glared at the three, “Do not ever disrespect my future daughter-in-law. Come along, (Y/N).” The man lead you away from them, you still holding the textbooks you and Draco needed.

That comment made you blush, but it put a smile on your face once you saw the trio’s expressions; in some state of disbelief and jaws slightly slack. So you followed Lucius with your head held high.

~~~~

It was now September first, and the Hogwarts Express was scheduled to leave any minute now, but Narcissa’s bone crushing hug was preventing you from getting on the train.

“Mum, let her go.” Draco rolled his eyes and tried to pry his mother’s arms off of you.

She eventually did, but took your shoulders to look at you, "You watch over him, alright?"

"I will." You laughed.

Draco grabbed you hand and you both jumped onto the train just as it was leaving. You looked back and waved to his parents.

“We love you! Stay out of trouble!” His mother called one last time before they were out of sight.

"Why does mum have to be so embarrassing sometimes..." Draco mumbled under his breath as he pulled you along the hall to find an empty car.

"Because it's her job to embarrass you." You giggled, and he shook his head.

Once you found an empty car and settled in, you both sat down for the long train ride. You leaned your head on Draco's shoulder, and he let out a breath of amusement. You knew he was smirking, with content.

"You can take a nap if you want, darling." Draco chuckled, seeing how comfortable you have become now cuddling up to him.

"I could~" You sighed, now wrapping your arms around his torso, "wake me up when we get there..."

Draco smiled, placing one hand around your waist and the other on top of one of yours. He kissed your temple, and made a mental note that if Crabbe and Goyle wanted to share a car with you both, he wouldn't let them wake you.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #slytherin #slytherin reader #draco malfoy x you #malfoy x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert #tom felton #draco #harry potter

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cyberflamingo · 3 years

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oh my gosh, it's me, the proposal anon again. you made me blush o///o hawaii sounds wonderful, you set the date ;) haha thank you so much for writing out some fic recs and writing tips. you covered so much in your response but i thought of something pretty specific that i wanted to ask. i feel like your plots develop in unexpected ways, they just feel really fresh and original. i was wondering how you get ideas/inspiration for your stories to keep them interesting? approaching word limit ily tys

Oh whyyyyy helloooooooo ;))) we can rent a nice villa and have some piña coladas on the beach huhuhuhuhuhu (ily2 bb), and omg no problem at all for the "tips" (if you can even call them that, hahahaha, they were more of just my brain spitting out whatever it wants)!

I WOULD BE HAPPY TO ANSWER YOUR NEXT QUESTION!! Thank you for having interest in my dumb creative process XD

I'll say I always try to incorporate a story that is outside of developing a relationship. Like obvi we want these 2 characters to get together, but sometimes that's predictable in how it comes about, so I'm constantly thinking about placing the characters in situations that can make their bonds grow stronger. So I drop in a plot! Since I really enjoy writing AUs as well, it definitely helps my case for making things more "interesting" ;)

When I'm developing my next AU, I try to take something expected and put a twist on it to make it fresh. If that makes sense? Like in Double-Edged Crown, it would be funny if it were a selection AU and Killua had to infiltrate it to "win" the prince's hand so he can get rich and provide for his poor family, which is how most selection AUs go, but wouldn't it be funny if he actually didn't want to go? And instead wanted to get eliminated? And like, the prince keeps getting in his way so he still has to stay and does everything wrong to try to get kicked out, and it backfires on him? hahaha. The twist is what keeps the fic feeling funky fresh!!

And sometimes, inspiration just strikes. I have a lot of conversations about stupid stuff in my life, and I see a lot of silly memes, and sometimes that just sparks a "hey...that would make for an interesting fanfic..." I have a growing list that just keeps getting longer XD Like I was folding socks the other day and was complaining about always having to match socks, and constantly having to go look for the missing ones, when I went "WAIT. What if there was a soulmate AU about soulmates' missing socks showing up in their soulmate's drawers after laundry day...but two soulmates always wear the same pairs of socks so they never notice????" hahahaha. Like isn't that dumb? But kind of funny? Just taking things out of my daily life and hypothesizing about "what would happen if..." and then adding a little twist to them really sparks a lot of ideas for me <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO NICE AND ASKING SUCH INTERESTING THINGS!!!! I'm really just a normal person (that's what a weirdo would say, nvm, I take it back) so getting to answer these questions and interact with people is super fun and I'm honestly floored by how many people have hopped in my inbox. Thank you so much for being one of them. <3

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hii for the ask game 28/29 maybe🥺 also if u have any song recs for me I could really need it i mean we all remember the wuthering heights incident 😳 anyways hope ur doing ok!! wishing u the best🤼‍♂️💕

jules!!!! howdy hey! even though i see you on the daily, i’ve missed you!!! 🥺🥺🥺 thank you for sending these in! i ended up writing quite a bit, so i’m putting this under a readmore! ^^

28. Name a book you don’t mind reading over and over.

oh man, this is a tough one bc it’s been so long since i’ve Read a book ;w; one book that I remember thoroughly enjoying in high school and wishing I could read again (every month i flip-flop about whether or not to order it haha) is A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki! I don’t remember it super well anymore, but I recall it really opening sophomore Sarah’s eyes to many things. if you’re interested in checking it out, I would just advise caution bc I do recall it discussing suicide

29. Do you collect anything? And what are some hobbies you have?

so i already answered this one BUT i realized i forgot things! alongside plushies and score-books, I also collect the programs from my performances + any shows I’ve gone to see, alongside any ticket stubs I may have received from those! i keep thing in a big ole binder- I actually had to move them all to a new binder a few years ago because there were too many qwq I also like collecting sheet music for the songs I’ve performed, but I haven’t ordered any new sheet music in a long time ^^;

i also wanted to elaborate on the asmr thing, bc some people read that and go 🤢👉🤢👉🤢👉 mic-licker! but that’s the not asmr i want to make! (when i originally posted this i was typing WAY too fast and completely missed typing ‘not’... pls know i am not that kind of gal ;o;) The asmr I really want to create one day would kind of be similar to the content from Goodnight Moon and ATMOSPHERE: really story-driven and detail-oriented! i also want to incorporate aspects of Latte’s style, where she’ll jump to a close-up shot for certain actions (ie pouring a cup of tea), and Dana’s style with all the special effects! i think it’d be such a fun way to explore Foley artistry and work on my acting skills, but i’ve always been too shy to start recording 🙈🙈

as for song recs.....bro i feel like the one girl at the party w the beam coming out of her, i always get so PUMPED when we share songs!!! (never forget the wuthering heights incident 😳😳) here are my recs!

I’m Not Calling You a Liar by Florence and the Machine!! admittedly, i heard the dragon age 2 version of this song before i heard the actual version, and it is gorgeous too, don’t get me wrong!!! but i personally prefer the original instrumentation more uwu

Fool’s Errand by Fleet Foxes- jules i am DEEP in the throes of my fleet foxes addiction and this song has me in a mfin chokehold.. i love this song so so much, i love how the singer’s voice just soars during the chorus. another song i really enjoy from fleet foxes is I Am All That I Need / Arroyo Seco / Thumbprint Scar, which ouughhh it makes me so sad. I listen to it a lot when thinking about my DA2 player character ;_;

Feet of Clay by Vashti Bunyan- i recently discovered vashti’s songs and oHH they all hit me emotionally T T this one makes me feel many many things, and I’d love to dance to this song if/when i get married someday 🥺 i also love if i were/ same but different, which is a much sadder duo

Locket by Crumb- this song is a bit repetitive and 1000% an earworm kinda song, but god the instrumentation is SO good

Television Romance by Pale Waves- okay so frfr i originally decided to listen to this song bc i thought that the vocalist was hot umu;; however, it’s really catchy too!! I like that the lyrics kind of run counter to the sound of the song, and I really enjoyed the wistful, almost regretful?? or maybe resenting?? expressions the singer pulls between the choruses and verses

The Machinist by Japanese Breakfast- so i’m sure you’ve probably already heard this considering you introduced me to japanese breakfast, but!!! i’m recommending it anyways bc i have been JAMMING to this song lately... when the song goes ‘it could be bliss’ i’m like bRO IT IS BLISS ;_;

Need Your Love by Tennis- this was the first song i ever heard from them, but I really like their sound! the ‘baby you’ve got more poison than sugar’ section is SO fucking good, oh my goddd

Waltz Me to the Grave by Kimbra- i will love kimbra’s entire discography until i die, but god this song has always been really dear to me. I listened to this SO much when I was trying to rewrite nge so that basically everyone lived (ikik, i was like 14 ;__;), and it has kind of lingered in my head every since. i love the instrumentation through the middle of the sing, that shit SLAPS in the dark at 2:23am.. some other faves from her are the build up, 90′s music, like they do on the tv, and version of me! but every song from her is so so good i honestly recommend them all

Stone by Raveena! every single raveena song is the best song in existence, but this one.... ooh it hurts ;__; i originally listened to this song as inspiration for one of my characters, but i’ve really been relating to it more personally lately. Raveena’s entire Lucid album is *chef kiss* if NOT *chef marriage*, but I also really love Headaches, If Only, Sweet Time, and Temptation!

Valentino by FKA Twigs- so this is actually Mary Magdalene, Cellophane, and Home With You, but the specific way they’ve been blended for this fashion show is TRANSCENDENT!!! I’ve loved Twigs’ music for so many years now, but her entire Magdalene album is such a new and interesting development for her already kind of abstract sound to take, and I’m a huge fan! c: daybed wasn’t featured in the fashion show, but it’s another one of my favorites from this album!

this last one is like... a Bonus and also Not An Actual Song, but JULES my brother and i heard it and IMMEDIATELY started crying, it’s the funniest thing i’ve heard in a long time. if you’re in need of hysterical laughter, pls give Monkey Type Beat a listen ;w;

#whenever we share music recs i ASCEND ;w; ilysm jules!#i've been doing a bit terribly lately but i'm hoping this upcoming week will be kinder! i hope you're doing well!!!#sriracha ask game #plaguelikeits1347

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lambourngb · 4 years

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For the fic writer's ask meme: Will you answer the question that most interests you or that you most want to answer?

awww appealing to the joy I have in talking about myself, I really like you!

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

This came up recently on discord about a number of things, both in television consumed and fic being posted. As a reader, I would like bare minimum character tags for who’s showing up in a story- we’ve got a lot of fun people to play with in a cast, and we don’t all agree on how they should be treated. [Flint Manes] I think AO3 gives a very wide range freedom to write your own tags that hint at themes present without “spoiling the story”. I actually think “spoiling” the plot worries belong in original fiction, that if we’re all borrowing a story/universe, the least we can do is share the way we’re writing it.

In fanfic, we’re all looking for the thing that vibes with us best, so I actively search for those tags and I don’t feel cheated out of guessing the ending based on it, because that’s the ending I sought out. It’s comforting to me and my anxiety. I saw a post on tumblr about how anxious people like re-runs, and wow did I connect with that.

In television, I’ve discovered what I find upsetting isn’t the same as others, so I have become more mindful of recommending shows in progress now. I really enjoyed “In the Dark” on the CW until the end of season 1 reveal, and then I was so triggered and upset about it, I lost days to it. Then a friend started watching it based on my old rec, and I was like “WAIT I WAS WRONG” and then “Do you want the spoiler?” and I worried i would be judged for having liked the first part of the show... anyway, yes, I want to protect my readers, so I do my best to tag for things I find upsetting, but I’m aware my taste is not universal, so I’m open to updating tags.

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

Badly. This is something I am always working on and can definitely get better at. I’ve only had a few negative comments, mainly related to how I wrote the love triangle but I suppose the main monkey on my back is the desire to be liked universally, haha. So that’s my negative mind space there, when I run into one person who doesn’t like me or the story, I think it’s everyone.

29. Have you ever written for an exchange or event of some kind? Which one(s)? Did you enjoy it?

I have never done an exchange or event because I’m terrible about the pressure surrounding deadlines and often get paralyzed by failure. And then the imposter syndrome chimes in and says ‘you’re not a writer’ and yeah... emotional tailspin! The Big Bang I signed up for is going to be a huge test of my anxiety but I’m staying positive! I want to meet the challenge.

#about me #mental health #writing process #writing is hard #okay ranting on tags and content #foramomentonly

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officialthiamlibrary · 5 years

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Meet The Mods - iftheskyisthelimit

We’ve had a few requests to do something similar to our “Behind The Screens” features in order to introduce ourselves, and we felt that after around a year of running this blog, and having another few people come on board along the way that now would probably be a good time to do it!

The idea is that we’ll each take a turn at filling out and posting one of these so that you guys can to know us all a little better including our own personal tastes/preferences and get a little bit more of an idea of how we all work and what we each bring to the team etc…

About You

Username/Name:

iftheskyisthelimit / Lisa

AO3/Tumblr:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/iftheskyisthelimit / http://iftheskyisthelimit.tumblr.com/

How did you find your way to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

I’d lurked in the Teen Wolf fandom for a while on Tumblr, and became really interested in Theo’s character and his story since he’d shown up in Season 5 (okay at first it was his looks that got me interested… let’s be honest), which evolved into being interested in his backstory when we found out a bit more about him. It wasn’t until his return in Season 6 that I enjoyed watching their characters together and their interactions and started looking around more on Tumblr for their characters that I discovered it wasn’t just me... then I randomly came across the Thiam ship through seeing some fics on Tumblr and found the Official Thiam Library as result of that...

Using a sentence, where the word count is either equal to or less than the number of letters in your two favorite Teen Wolf episode names, tell us about yourself. (ex, Motel California + Werewolves of London = 33 ; Raving + Galvanize =15)

Memory Found + Apotheosis = 21 - I’m slightly quirky but serious, love music, reading and travelling... kinda funny and always overly organised. Can’t ever cut something short...

What’s one thing about you or your life that we’d be surprised to know about?

Do you want serious, interesting or fun facts? I’ll do both as they might surprise people. Serious/boring: I have at least 3 chronic illnesses which tend to floor me, hence my long absences between writing & updating what I’m working on. Interesting: I can speak/read/understand around 5 languages and I’m a bit of a different cultures & sociology nerd.

One other thing I guess is when I get interested in a topic I get interested and have to know aallllll the ins and outs of it and thoroughly research it, so I’m probably full of boring random facts about a bunch of things that come in handy on general knowledge quizzes, but which no-one has any interest in knowing...

Other Shows/Movies You Follow:

Does too many to mention count as an answer? No? Okay… In no particular order *deep breath*

Shows: The Handmaids Tale, Animal Kingdom, The 100, Vikings, Stranger Things, All American, Riverdale, Scream, Supernatural, Parks and Rec, Vampire Diaries, Big Bang Theory, Modern Family, Twelve Monkeys, Shadow Hunters, Game Of Thrones, Reign, American Horror Story, Buffy… There are literally a ton more but I really can’t think on them at the moment….

Movies: I can’t really say that I follow movies per-se… if I had to choose I’d say Marvel movies though if that counts as an answer? Umm… genre wise I like a wide range but mainly gravitate towards comedy, action and thriller movies. Or something with a good twist in the story where it either throws what you thought you were watching on its head, or you get an “aaahhhhh that’s was happening” moment. To watch a horror, it has to have that something that makes me want to watch it or get invested in it… whether it’s a character I really relate to or can get invested in, or a really good story. My favourite horror is probably Haunting In Connecticut, and I saw Midsommar recently and thought it was really amazingly done!

Other Fandoms You Follow:

I don’t really follow a lot of fandoms if I’m honest. I would probably say after Teen Wolf I follow the Marvel, The 100 and Supernatural fandoms more. Mainly the Captain America/Steve/Bucky fandoms. I love a good discussion about Animal Kingdom too!

Other Favourite Characters from shows/movies?

Uuuuhhhh…. Okay you asked for it, I was going to explain my reasons for why I love each but I’d be here all day and this part alone would end up turning into an essay.

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things), April Ludgate (Parks and Rec) , Sam Winchester (Supernatural), Craig Middlebrooks (Parks and Rec), Mickey Milkovich (Shameless US), Bucky Barnes (Marvel), James Cole (Twelve Monkeys), Jack Kline (Supernatural), Michael Langon (American Horror Story), Catherine de Medici (Reign), Constance Langdon (American Horror Story), Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Alec Lightwood (Shadow Hunters), Anya Jenkins (Buffy), Raphael Santiago (Shadow Hunters), Stephane Narcisse (Reign), Kai Parker (Vampire Diaries), John Murphy (The 100)

What do you like to create (writing/art/videos)?

I’d really love to be creative enough to make art or videos, but I’m really not! I’m far more comfortable with writing… I find it a lot easier to plan a story, or just to start writing and let the words flow that way and see where it goes. It’s a good way for me to express myself and to work through feelings or to just switch off for a while and create words on a page.

Do you only create for Teen Wolf/Thiam?

I have written for Supernatural in the past and I’m planning to write a Raphael fic for Shadow Hunters at some point and maybe a John Murphy one because I’ve not found many for him that cater to my angsty tastes when there’s so much that can be explored... But at the moment yes it’s only for Teen Wolf. I’ve also posted one Sceo fic which I would like to continue as well!

Which genres do you prefer reading and creating for?

Angst, angst, angst… did I mention angst?? It just feels right to me to write angstier fics, the words and ideas just seem to flow really well, which is a surprise as I’m not really an angsty person in life. It’s just what I’ve always gravitated towards writing and I find a lot better to express myself in that way. I have a humour/angst WIP which I decided to attempt a while ago and I did quite enjoy writing something a little different from what I normally do and people seemed to enjoy it.

If your creative process was a person, what type would they be? What would they do? Wear? Listen to? How do they handle conflict?

Quite probably the most disorganised messiest person alive… No not really… just sorta… kinda… maybe… In all seriousness, they’d be half organised and half “ lets see where this road takes us”. They would probably wear all black all day every day, and be a half emo kid who listens to punk pop and emo music from their teens with a healthy mix of dance and sad songs. Handling conflict? We don’t do that here… we bottle up our feelings and hide them away until they come out in the wrong ways. No really… I think they’d express themselves pretty clearly with 1000 words instead of 100.

Official Thiam Library

How did you find the Official Thiam Library?

I found the Official Thiam Library through searching the Theo Raeken tags on Tumblr and seen the page name pop up a few times, I had a look at the page not long after and followed pretty quickly, I needed my Theo/Thiam fix and this page covered it very well!

First impressions?

“Woah, they’re on the ball!” and then when I saw a few of the events the page done I was really impressed at how often they posted recommendations and how they could organise it all.

How did you come to be involved on the mod team?

I filled in the form for Beta Readers and Helpers for the Thiam Big Bang, I’d have loved to have participated but I didn’t know if I’d have been able to commit to having such a large work completed on a deadline, so I thought I’d offer to help in another way, having helped to run the Supernatural SummerGen for a few years. Tiffany got back to me pretty quickly about it and I came on board at that point.

What do you feel that you bring to the team?

Uuuhhh… I hate these types of questions haha! I really feel like I mostly bring my organisational skills, along with the way that like to try and help out where I can in the background with writing/explaining things or getting back to people with asks/emails etc... With the Big Bang I brought my experience of things I’d learned from the Supernatural events I’d worked on too which I think/hope was of use?

How do you help out?

Mainly what I’ve answered above applies to this question too I think?

What would you like to see for the Official Thiam Library over the next year?

I’d really love to see the page continue… continue on as is, doing a few more fandom events, grow as a page and fandom... also to help keeping the fandom going which is important right now I think… we’ve managed it so far though! We were just speaking about how thrilled we are that the fandom is still going strong. I also think it’s important to give older and newer fandom creators the recognition & cheer that they deserve too, which can be done through reblogging/recommendations and different events too.

Cute BTS Questions

Let’s imagine you’ve landed in a Zombie apocalypse, Walking Dead/Zombieland style. You’re among seven survivors–yourself and six characters from Teen Wolf. Which five would be your first choice for survival, entertainment, etc? And who would be the sixth character, the one you’d willingly push in front of a rage-filled zombie mob given the first chance?

I can’t help but feel that my choice for the last part will be unpopular but here goes:

Theo and Chris for survival… they seem like they’d both be good to have around in this sort of situation, Stiles for entertainment because he had his funny moments and would keep everyone going I think. Melissa because we all need a mother figure who knows when to be tough but can also provide you with the loving support you need. Scott because… well… he’s a the alpha and we’d need someone to lead our small group and take charge when needed.

Who would I willingly throw to the zombie mob given the first chance? Allison and Kira are both a tie here. Can’t I throw them both?? I never really liked Allison as a character… I don’t even really know why I just never gelled with her as a character I would like or could even get behind. Kira… ugh… just ugh… I feel like she was quite a forced character, they tried too hard to make her this cooky/funny character who could also kick ass and it just came off wrong to me… I never really warmed to her as she just felt forced.

If you could read only 5 fanfictions for an entire year, which would you choose? Thiam or another fandom, if not Thiam, which fandom?

In no order at all because I never tire of reading any of them:

1 - Airplanes by Captainmintyfresh - Teen Wolf - Thiam fanfiction

2 - Despite The Threatening Sky And Shuddering Earth (They Remained) by praximeter (Zimario) - Captain America - Steve/Bucky fanfiction

3 - The Call by DemonzDust - Teen Wolf - Sceo fanfiction

4 - The Crow On The Cradle by Refur - Supernatural fanfiction

5 - Gotta Have Faith by arxiver - Captain America - Steve/Bucky fanfiction

You are our sensei and us your pupils, can you impart any life/writing wisdom?

Life wisdom: Don’t sweat the small stuff... seriously… it wastes so much time and energy that you could be using for other things. If you can’t control it or you don’t feel it’ll be bothering you this time next year, then don’t let it bog you down. People will come and go, that’s a part of life, take the lessons that they taught you from their time in your life (whether positively or negatively) and use them wisely.

Writing wisdom: Don’t force yourself. If you’re having an hour, a day, or a week where the words or ideas won’t come then don’t force it to happen, you’ll only feel worse. Step back, put on some music which suits the tone of whatever you’re writing and try to get in the mood of your story that way, it’s amazing the words that can come or the complete change in direction you can go from doing that.

Finally, what’s next for you?

Hopefully getting back into the swing of things with the Official Thiam Library and writing more again, getting ready for the Reverse Big Bang, and planning a few things in my personal life, like a few trips, my wedding and a house move (yes… I’m becoming a boring adult and it’s a scary new world!)

#officialthiamlibrary #meet the mods #behind the screens #bts #mod: lisa

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murphystartedthefire · 6 years

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Conageddon: Luisa d’Oliveira’s Panel + associated stuff

So it’s just my luck that immediately after posting my Richard/Luisa recap, a whole bunch of the Conageddon panels including that one became available online! I definitely encourage people to check them out!

Unfortunately the people who taped them missed Luisa’s solo panel and Richard’s solo panel. So I will still recap those to the best of my ability like I was planning to.

PANEL

- As with all the panels, it was introduced with a fan video - it was this one that had an angsty/uplifting focus on Emori finding acceptance with spacekru. <3 Luisa said afterwards that she loves watching videos that fans cut together because it’s seeing her character's journey through their eyes.

- She talked about the backstories she’s come up with for Emori. She had different ideas and then the stuff with Baylis filled in some gaps but left a lot open. (Some of this came up at Unity Days also btw! I just don't think I wrote it up then because I didn’t have time. *hides*) She thinks the real Baylis was someone who collected outcast/mutated children and basically raised her, in an abusive and psychologically manipulative way. Her headcanon is that Otan was not her biological brother, but that she bonded with him during that time and they’d gotten out together.

- Going into season five, she said she had two ideas about what could happen with Emori in space -- she would either end up friends with everyone, or she'd not know how to deal with it and become more antagonistic. Which is basically what happened to John Murphy, so she was like “I nailed it” for both of them, hee.

- She has a project coming up but it’s on a new show/pilot and can’t say anything about it. [Note from Nicole: To be clear it might just be a minor role and not necessarily a big 100-affecting deal.]

- I asked her a question about her video game role in "Far Cry 5" -- she did the motion capture as well as voice acting for the game! So she talked about what that was like, wearing the suit with the beads and moving around a room reacting to people who weren’t there. The hardest part was knowing how much to act with her face, because on TV you would try to use subtle expressions, but the animation might not catch it and just look blank.

- In season 4 it was interesting having scenes with a lot of new characters and she’d think about what Murphy would have told her about them. A moment that didn't make it onscreen is when they're planning to go up in the rocket, John says something snarky and Bellamy gives him a "Shut up, Murphy" or something like that, and on one of the takes she just immediately GLARED at Bellamy like how dare you talk to him like that. *G*

- An audience member asked how she would want Emori to die. She says "happy", she would like an ending like Monty and Harper had, either that or in a "blaze of glory." Emori would not go down quietly.

- Moderator Jo followed this up with asking if she would lay down her life for John Murphy. Luisa says absolutely, he would for her and she would also, that's been established many times. Pointed to the scene in God Complex when she was trying to convince him not to fight for her. (She started cutely “reenacting” it like noooo save yourself and joked that was the original version before she helped them rewrite it.)

- Luisa’s Book Club recs: "The Brain That Changes Itself" by Norman Doidge and "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl. She also loves Jane Austen and a book character she wishes she could transport into The 100 is Elizabeth Bennet.

- A character she would like to do more with is Indra. She never had any real female mentor relationships, at least before space.

- There were two really moving comments/questions in a row about her portrayal of Emori from people with diabilities, one said it was so important especially to see disabled love on TV, the other talking about the humanity and poise she gives her like few other disabled characters. She acknowledged she comes to it as someone who doesn’t have that experience in real life and wants to be respectful. She always just tried to ground it in something real and draw from the times she’s felt judged and isolated in her life, the feeling of walking into a room where everyone else is part of a family and she didn't belong there. :..( Authentic without it being the only thing that defines her.

- Toward the end she was trying out her English (Cockney) and Irish acccents. Not bad at them! She said she once talked to a drunk man in Ireland and he believed her fake accent, just thought she was from some other town. But she thinks it wouldn't have worked if he was sober. *g*

- Her favorite hot snack on set is pierogies. She was definitely also asked about her love of Italian food and what she likes to cook but I forgot! There was one audience guy who said he also has his friends over for dinner to watch the 100 and she was like “we were probably cooking at the same time.”

- Asked to describe Emori in season six with one emoji. She eventually went with “the one that's a straight line mouth and big eyes” -- which is actually the "Neutral Face". LOL clever.

- HI I GOT BACK UP ON THE MIC AND ASKED ABOUT THE "JOHN MURPHY I FELL IN LOVE WITH" SCENE and when (or if) Emori's feelings changed between that and the finale. Luisa says: Emori's feelings never changed, that wasn't the problem. To her that scene was about her trying to be logical and think with her head. When he was injured, her heart took over and everything else went out the window.

- What Emori now (or at the end of S5) would tell herself in her first episode: "There are people worth trusting even if they don't seem that way at first."

- Luisa’s advice to her own younger self (I’m pulling this from a livetweet): Don’t be so afraid of taking chances, saying or doing the wrong thing. Just keep paying attention and keep your mind open. Be kind. Be confident. You're good.

OTHER LUISA STUFF

- While her VIP and panel were criminally under-attended compared to some of the guests, I was really happy to see a ton of people did visit her in the autograph room and she had a good line throughout. She even got an Emori Pop! from the same person who’d made mine.

- I should also mention that when I interrupted her and Richard’s beer pong tournament in my party dress Friday night, she immediately recognized me as the one who always dresses at Emori and told Richard that was me. *blush* So I decided to go to her auto table on the day when I was in the outfit and my friend captured a shot of her hugging me.

- Whew, the other big thing was that I gave both her and Richard the mixtapes I made for their characters. Hers is basically the same as the one I posted for Emori Appreciation Week... She seemed genuinely touched and happy and was like “I’ll probably put these into my workbook” and I was like ohhh no haha I hope you just like *one* of them. She already knows “Creep” is on it, was saying it’s a big Emori song for her and describes exactly how she felt in vulnerable moments.

- I also brought up something she said on one of the early panels (with all the girls) about how Emori carries stress in her body and I did notice that in the scene she was talking about. I also noticed that when she's scared she usually reacts with anger like she's trying to cover it. She said she definitely did that intentionally, it’s an animal-like instinct Emori has -- when some animals are threatened, they try to go “I’M SCARY!!” (aww) Another way she’s like a cat.

- Also on Sunday toward the end, I ran into some of the cast near the VIP hallway and Luisa grabbed me and thanked me for my questions at her panel. ;___; This woman.

#luisasource #luisa d'oliveira #emori #emorisquad #the 100 cast #cute for a thief #conageddon

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alarriefantasy · 6 years

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Heyyyy! I have another question I forgot to ask, do you have a soulmates tag or like? Like with soulmarks and all that 🤭 haha sorry if it’s too much.

I don’t have a soulmates tag!! But here you go! :)

Soulmates Fic Rec

somewhere I can rest my soul by togetherwecouldbealright

Words: 3k

Or, the AU where the way your soulmate sees you is tattooed onto your skin.

Fate’s A Bitch Really (Yes) by CalamityK

Words: 3k

or that soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate is supposed to say to them tattooed on their body

I See Colors by lalune15

Words: 3k

You can’t see colors until you meet your soulmate. Harry meets his when he’s sixteen.

i’ll breathe your air into my lungs by brightbluelou

Words: 3k

or; the one where soulmates are determined by matching charm bracelets

Maybe You’re What Grounds Me by littlepinkbow

Words: 4k

or the one where once you give up all hope, hope starts kicking a soccer ball against your wall repeatedly and fate has a funny way of showing it’s face.

Meant To Be (Arse First) by BayouSexual

Words: 4k

Or the one where your soulmate mark appears on your body where they first touch you and stays there until they touch you for the first time.Aka the one where Louis's soulmate must like bums.

Monochrome Hearts by FallingLikeThis

Words: 5k

Louis Tomlinson is a 27-year-old that just wants to see the world in color after a lifetime of shades of grey. And, oh yeah, having his soulmate by his side would be nice too. Maybe that's even the most important part.

Harry Styles is a 25-year-old who loves hearing soulmate stories, never believing he'll have one of his own, and has never seen anything at all.

Which begs the question; when finding your soulmate brings color to the world, what happens when your soulmate is blind??

Things Unsaid by LadyLondonderry

Words: 4k

Or, where you have a tattoo of the first thought your soulmate has when they see you.

breathing in your dust by togetherwecouldbealright

Words: 6k

AU where Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates despite living in a world where soulmates and fate are key words. Louis is just a boy he meets but at the same time, he’s so much more.

Drawn to You by lululawrence

Words: 8k

It had started with Louis getting in trouble for coloring on himself when he hadn’t touched a felt tip pen the entire day. Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see. The inside of his bicep, his thigh. A couple times he even had drawings appear on his ribcage. While he didn’t mind those few years, he did seem somewhat soothed when they began to appear on his left arm again. He’d missed them.

Or that completely self indulgent soulmates au that plays out in not always romantic ways.

i'm at your mercy now (and i'm ready to begin) by signofthetmies

Words: 10k

where Louis' soulmark was leaked, Harry keeps his private. They're both famous popstars. Louis is waiting for his soulmate, Harry has a feeling it's him but Louis is completely oblivious.

string theory by graceana

Words: 10k

au. louis buzzes with something and glows with another.

aka. a cliche soulmatey-fate thing.

You’re Such A Heavenly View by sweetly_disposed

Words: 11k

Everyone has a soulmate. Louis has had the name of his on his wrist since he was sixteen. But things aren’t going well; it’s been two years but he’s not connecting with his mate. He’s beginning to have doubts. People aren’t supposed to be unhappy in soulbonds, are they? Is it even possible to bond with the wrong person?

Sooner or Later by jacinth

Words: 12k

Louis suspected he might have a little crush. It was harmless enough. It wasn’t as if he were any sort of threat to his sister’s relationship with Harry, was it?

a fire in us by hereforlou

Words: 12k

Louis had always thought it wouldn’t catch him off-guard. If he ever got his Time, he would be ready, and he would be calm, and he would make his way to wherever his soulmate waited for him and blow them away with how ready and calm he was.

When he got his Time on that Monday, years after he had stopped fantasizing about meeting his soulmate, Louis was not ready, and he was not calm. What he was was late.

(Or, the one where Harry waits and Louis worries.)

More Than Anything by LycorisLife

Words: 13k

Being able to see through the eyes of your soulmate may seem like a dream come true to many, but reality proves a little more complicated. For two young boys it’s all they could ever wish for but as time passes by they come to realise that there’s no pain quite the same as longing to have someone who just isn’t there.

Oh How I Hate This Red String Of Fate by CalamityK

Words: 13k

Or that soulmate AU where Harry can see the red strings of fate that tie everyone together.

Don’t Let the Tide Come by SadaVeniren

Words: 14k

aka King Louis of the fire tribe has a week to find his water tribe soulmate. This would be infinitely easier if the four tribes on the continent were not isolated from one another.

Next To You by savannah_blue

Words: 14k

When Harry Styles won the X-Factor he quickly became the latest pop sensation. When Louis runs into him at a party, he quickly realizes that Harry Styles is nothing like his reputation of womanizing alpha. Turns out, Harry Styles is an omega. And Louis’ mate.

A story about love, support and being proud of who you are.

it’s you i find like a ghost in my mind by magneticwave

Words: 17k

In a serious, like, fit of cosmic irony, the name on the inside of Louis’ wrist is HARRY.

I Just Wanna Give You Love by lululawrence

Words: 18k

Or the one where the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate, but Harry is world famous and Louis is…well…not.

Nothing’s Gonna Stop Me But Divine Intervention by kikikryslee

Words: 19k

Or, the soul mate AU where Harry overthinks everything having to do with finding the love of his life, and Louis doesn’t think there’s a Mr. Right for him at all. It takes them a while to realize that their soul mate is the person they want it to be: each other.

Love Me Please by angelichl

Words: 23k

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs.

The only problem?

They’re soulmates.

Things Gone Cold by MediaWhore

Words: 24k

With his soulmate’s thoughts about him written on his skin and the world’s eyes trailing his every movement, Harry Styles is having a bit of a rough time releasing his second album in peace. And that’s not even counting the breakup. Or the car crash.

Don’t Waste Your Time On Me, You’re Already The Voice Inside My Head by AFangirlFantasy

Words: 28k

At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

can i be him? by amory

Words: 29k

Louis is twenty years old and has been waiting for his soulmate and true love to come along since the day he was born. Harry is an eighteen year old youtuber who is skeptical of soulmates and the pressure of being the person someone else has been dreaming of their entire lives.

They meet at Playlist Live

with no way out and a long way down by we_are_the_same

Words: 31k

Prince Harry is ten when he receives his soulmark.

I Know All Your Colors by someonethatsfunny

Words: 34k

The one where Louis is a mermaid and Harry meets him as a five year old boy. What happens when you meet a merboy at the tender age of five, but no one believes you? Will you listen to your parents and other adults who all tell you that you’ve imagined him or will you hold onto the memory of him for a lifetime, never willing to let him go? What if you can’t let him go because you’re pretty sure you were destined to meet and to be a part of one another’s lives? Maybe it’s down to fate.

Cupid’s Chokehold by bluelemur

Words: 35k

Or: Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn’t work out as planned.

Make Your Words A Weapon by HelloAmHere

Words: 36k

OR: Louis is a music critic, Harry is a rockstar, soulmates are destiny but no one ever said destiny was easy, music is everything.

before we knew by falsegoodnight

Words: 38k

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed onto his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

Night Changes by colourexplosion

Words: 40k

Or, Louis and Harry are soulmates. (With a twist.)

Closer You and I by avatarlahey

Words: 41k

Or, Louis likes to sleep, particularly because the only time he gets to see Harry is when he dreams.

Featuring Louis’ ragtag team of best friends: Niall, Liam, and Zayn. Niall is the always popular childhood friend that miraculously knows exactly what to say at all times. Liam is the future Dr.McDreamy, self-diagnosed with lovesickness. And Zayn is a god amongst mortals with a fatal flaw of accepting love. Together, they help Louis uncover the mystery that is his literal dream boy.

Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet? by AFangirlFantasy

Words: 45k

AU where Harry doesn’t know what it means to be in love, and Louis’ still in love with somebody else.

Lend Me Your Hand by QuickedWeen

Words: 63k

Society has long since decided that the soulmarks everyone is born with are entirely unfashionable. They’re just another way for people of a lower class to scam their way into marrying above their station.

Lord Louis Tomlinson, Viscount Loring, on the other hand, has always believed that he will find his soulmate one day. Despite preparing for a match his whole life, he is entirely unprepared for the arrival of Gemma Styles’ younger brother.

Harry Styles has been traveling and away from society for over a year. Coming back, he intends to spend time with his sister, and slowly reacquaint himself with life in town. He doesn’t need to wait around for a soulmark to determine how his life will play out.

won’t you wear my watermark by bottomlinsons

Words: 90k

A slow burn Regency AU featuring secrets, seduction and, our favourite, soulmarks.

Pour Your Heart Out by hrrytomlinson

Words: 92k

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

loving you's a bloodsport by rosesau

Words: 106k

harry is a bratty prince, louis is a guard who works in his palace, and niall is the only one who's got his life in control.

All In and Out by lackadaisy

Words: 117k

A world in which Liam is a psychic, Harry is a little broken, Niall is a romantic, Louis is a famous footballer, and Zayn likes to take risks. Oh, and soulmates are very much real.

Perfect by happilylarry

Words: 117k

Soulmates had only been in the history books for the past few hundred years, so people were still trying to get the hang of it. From what he’s read, back then, if you met your soulmate, that was that. You either chose to be with them and be happy, or be with the one you truly loved and suffer.

Sort of poetic, you know, if he believed in that shit

too good to be true by tatu28

Words: 153k

the one where louis doesn't sleep, harry doesn't function and all they need is each other.

Nameless Night by green_feelings

Words: 155k

Or, a fic about differences that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a different kind of role models.

Deuxsphere by sweetlullabies

Words: 156k

Harry’s first year at uni is guaranteed to be a breeze as long as he stays focused, steers clear of flying footballs, and completely avoids boys who are in bands.

there’s no fair in farewell by we_are_the_same

Words: 218k

When Harry and Louis, two Cupids who have been bringing people together for decades, are tasked with making Soulmates Liam and Zayn fall in love, it proves to be much harder than expected. But maybe, just maybe, that isn’t such a bad thing after all.

Hiding Place by alivingfire

Words: 365k

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

♡ updated: 6.5.21

♡ credit to the owner of the manip

♡ past themed recs here

#ask

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ralfstrashcan · 6 years

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3x11 Reaction / Commentary

So I haven't even started the episode and I'm already confused.

Why did Netflix put 3B in a separate folder? I mean, they didn't with 2B. What's the matter with that. Or is this just the German Netflix??

Smoooooothe move. Somewhere Derek Hale is smiling proudly.

Wtf why they so slow. I was half expecting this to be a simulation or sth because they took ages to arrive and then were walking super chill???

Seelie guy doesn't use this obvious distraction of the others to try and escape, since he knows he's just a minor character and shouldn't interfere.

Beautiful grieving sequence, especially Jace with the sketch of himself. I knew there would be a portrait of him in there before he even turned the page, I could feel it. I love how sensitive and therefore predictable the show is.

Ooooh nooooo Clary is still aliiiiiive, who whould have thought?!?!?! Okay sorry haha I had to.

lol didn't he look in a mirror recently and realize there's still no real resemblance? I mean, at least now he's not charred anymore, so I guess there's more resemblance than before, but you know what I mean. And I get it, this is supposed to be a parallelism to Lilith saying the same thing, but if memory serves right, at this point in time Jonathan was a) in a thick glass casket and b) dead so I'm wondering how he could have heard that.

wtf I'm getting sooo mixed signals from him. Does he want to give off creeper vibes or play house? Because he's kinda doing both?? Play Creeper House???

YEAH LITERALLY I WANT TO SEE THEIR HEATING BILLS

This...... doesn't sound as reassuring as it sounded in your head, Jonathan.

So, points for Clary for that ploy, but my heart is already pre-emptively breaking for Jonathan when he finds out she's playing him. The poor guy just wants family after being used and abused his whole life, man. Is that too much to ask.

More points for Clary for being sensible and grabbing a coat!!

“Clary, come on. You can't go out there. You're never gonna survive.”

Hahaha that had me laughing out loud. So Clary.

Okay, minus points for Clary for not actually wearing the coat. You had a winning streak of common sense but all good things must end, I guess.

Picturesque. But, uh, since Jonathan isn't following her she could slow down. And if she was a Slytherin, she would have waited til after breakfast with her daring escape.

LISTEN I LOVE THIS CASUAL DOMESTICITY

Also if you're more make-up versed than I am (which, admittedly, isn't very hard) and realized something was off about the way Magnus held that eyeliner stick (?) then check lynne-monstr's eyeliner salt club tag because it's hilarious. I also want to rec volunteer_of_hufflepuff's fic smile even though your heart is breaking because it's awesome.

...........................really. Really. That's how they want to play it? Ugh, okay. Ugh.

You know, I've had a whole lengthy extensive (dare I say exhaustive) rant ripening in my head since I saw this bit in the sneak peek but I'm just not in the mood, so let me cut it short: I get Simon's reaction emotionally, since losing Clary must be a horrible experience for him, but I'm still bitter about early 3A where blasting that werewolf across Taki's yard and knowing he might never walk again didn't bother Simon for one second. Repercussions should always matter, regardless of how close you are to the person affected.

Oh dear, she's still running. And her hair still looks like that?

Sure. Also

How can he keep up with her when he's walking and she's running? I mean he's not that much taller than her. Or does she run ten feet, pause to gasp and pant a little, runs again, stop and go, y'know? So on average she's just powerwalking.

Ok srsly I need to stop this nonsensical commentary.

Yeah and I guess he didn't notice the Clave-approved vampire-torture-sunlight construction Aldertree installed in this very same office (shown in 2x04 if you care to remember).

........who are you and what did you do to Alec Lightwood? You seriously want to tell me he'd consider not bringing up a violation of the Accords, and more importantly power abuse and torture, because of political reasons and he's “scared” to lose his standing with Jia? Please. He'd be enforcing Clave law. He'd be well within his right. We're talking about the guy who flat out refused to do the Inquisitor's bidding because it went against his moral code. Compared to that, this is a walk in the park. So. Please.

“I understand the kind of pain you're in, Jace.”

“No you don't. I'm sorry, you don't.”

“You're right...

Oh my god this isn't about Clary, or at least not for the most part. Jace is frikking traumatized because he wasn't in control of his body or his actions or his frakking mind for days. Btw I'm actually impressed and surprised they bothered to focus on anything but the Clary-Drama, namely Jace second-hand-killing like 33 people. And Imogen. And almost Alec. The way I see Jace he'll focus on his guilt, not the pain he feels over Clary's loss. Clary will be on his mind and that's one more thing to feel shitty about, because how can he be so selfish and think about his own pain when he brought so much more pain on other people? Jace has an incredibly intricately self-destructive mind and I love how it was portrayed here. Also loved the scene in general with some Izzy&Jace sibling feels, the tender way she talks to him, his kiss to her hand. But the focus (mainly because of Izzy) returning to Clary annoyed me a little.

And by the way, there is one person who can understand Jace. Alec. Because he was possessed by a demon and forced to kill someone, too. Granted, he doesn't have the memories of the action itself, but he saw it on tape. He blames himself because the demon fed off his own hate against Jocelyn. So I would really really love to see those two talking about it. I'm extremely thrilled to watch on and see if they do (but lol kinda hoping they don't because then I can finish writing my ficlet about it, which I sadly didn't manage to before 3B aired).

MY LIFE EXPECTANCY JUST INCREASED BY AT LEAST FIVE YEARS OKAY

Also what a damn badass nightlight, I want one as well even though I hate not to sleep in absolute darkness, that's how pretty this is.

HAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHA I C A N ' T

ALEC'S OFFENDED FACE AS IF THIS IS NEWS TO HIM

Wow I'm so glad they didn't forget about Iris. I was scared, not gonna lie.

Tbh I don't find Madzie's reaction that realistic. I mean, Valentine – the first person to talk to her after she got ripped from her normal life in her normal home – told her Clary got Iris into trouble. At some point they must have told her that Iris isn't coming back. But did they really tell her Iris was breeding warlocks? I highly doubt that. At most they told her Iris did some bad things. But, since they probably said the same thing about Valentine (and he was always “nice” to her) and told her Clary wasn't in fact evil, that kind of loses its meaning. And let's not forget, she is a child. A probably traumatized child, I might add, since Valentine used her to literally kill at least ten Shadowhunters that we see on screen, likely more. Her perception of what is right and what is wrong is easily swayed. And personally I think she neither really registered that Iris is supposed to be the bad guy now nor that living with Catarina / Magnus and Alec is sooooo much better than living with Iris ever was, so her having such a strong opposition against going with Iris seems unrealistic to me.

Love this. So good.

This is actually really beautiful

This is actually really dramatic for no reason and I'm soooo here for it.

Soooooo am I the only one wondering why the F Cat didn't put some wards on Magnus's place? I mean????? There is no explanation given for that, and frankly I can't come up with one. If not for Magnus, then Cat would at least put wards there while Madzie stays with him. Or....... do they want to imply Cat doesn't know that he lost his magic?? Hä?! If so, who the hell patched Alec back up from his neat little life-threatening arrow wound? Cuz I had assumed it was Cat. Since, y'know Jace pleaded with Magnus to help Alec, implying (to me at least) that an iratze alone wouldn't cut it this time. Except of course, if he asked because he didn't want to be bothered with taking out his stele and activating Alec's healing rune, but when Magnus refused because no magic he had no other choice.... and let's be real, the first scene of this episode heavily implies that a healing rune can cure just about anything in 0.3 seconds flat.

Alec wanting to bench Magnus makes no sense. Keeping him around and/or at the Institute makes more sense than, oh I don't know, telling him to stay in his loft where there are no wards. Wtf is logic anyway, right?

I liked this scene, don't get me wrong but... what's with the tough love? Alec isn't usually like that?? He's soft and firm reassurance, not aggressive and authoritative reassurance. Did he try that route before and it didn't work?? I need some answers.

“I had no idea.”

“How could you? You weren't there.”

“Me leaving had nothing to do with Simon. I just needed to be alone.

Okay, what, am I supposed to blame Maia now for needing time for and taking care of herself? She's so defensive as if her leaving was objectively wrong, and it wasn't.

“I guess when times get tough, some people need to be alone. And others need to be around other people.

Please, this is a dirty lie. Remind me again, who was it that pushed Alec away after he found out about her yin fen addiction, insisted she could handle it on her own, ran away and finally confiding in some random stranger she had just met? It wasn't Maia. Who stayed up late all night, disregarding her own emotions and rather tearing herself apart trying to fix the drama of her brothers than to mention to anyone she wasn't alright? Wasn't Maia either.

I feel strongly about this because this seems like a really cheap way to break up Saia and set up Sizzy and I don't like cheap things. I don't like Sizzy either, but my main demand is quality, not a certain content. I'll accept Sizzy if it's done correctly. But this isn't it. This is laying blame on a character who's not to blame, and making claims about another character that are plain untrue if you look at the last three seasons.

I've said it before, there would be good ways to break up Saia. For example their attitude to violence differs greatly from one another. Maia is trigger-happy and sees no harm in it, Simon is more or less pacifistic (at least when he's not having his I-don't-care-about-anything-but-my-gig-mood). Creating a conflict out of this would have been in character. Claiming Maia is somehow to blame because she wasn't there is not only unfair, but also invalidating all Maia has done for Simon before, and that was a lot. Putting up with her shitty ex, helping him search for Lilith, fighting her own pack so they don't bully him. She was about to have a face-off with the Seelie Queen – the very same creature that held her hostage not too long ago – just to be by his side. Is that all suddenly not worth anything anymore, just because she had the audacity to take a little time for herself, to sort through her own issues?

Seriously, he let her walk in that? No wonder she collapsed. Jonathan should have gotten her nice hiking boots.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

CAN WE JUST.... CAN WE...... APPRECIATE.......... HOW HE BATS ALL HER MAGIC ATTACKS AWAY....... LIKE............ MAGNUS................ H O W

Btw if this is supposed to sway me and make me see that benching Magnus would have been the right call, then it's not working, because fine, let's assume Magnus had gone home. Then Iris would have had an even easier job to snatch him away, because a) no wards and b) no sword. And on top of that Alec wouldn't have had a way of knowing that Magnus was even taken, since I doubt Iris would have let Magnus call or text him.

Do you even know that? I'd like to see what you're willing to do after being tortured for ten years. Just saying. But fine. Stay there on your high horse.

Ohmygod I am stunned. I couldn't have written that summation any better and to be honest I had assumed the show would just blackpaint Jonathan as evil villain and be done with it. This is so much more than I expected. I am impressed. (And of course now I hope that there will be a redemption arc for Jonathan, but I'm afraid I'm setting myself up for heartbreak with this one.)

Do they intend to tell me that this whole place is warmed by the fireplace? Why not by a heater? Since the three billion lamps

imply there's electricity somewhere. Or was that line about firewood just Jonathan's way to exit the scene? Who knows.

“Ollie? Doesn't remember a thing. Praetor was good about getting her and Samantha relocated. New identities. They're safe now, like everyone else.”

I'm still high-key bitter about this. I love Ollie a great deal, okay, so this is a pretty disappointing solution to outsource her from the plot. Just let her forget all the shit so she doesn't have to deal with trauma. Guess she thinks now her mother died in an explosion caused by a gas leakage or something. I wonder what the mundane police has to say about that and how long it'll take them to find her, since, y'know, they have evidence against her and all that.

Edit: This doesn't actually make sense if you think about it. Did Ollie just get dropped into a witness protection program for no reason she can remember? Or does that “new identities” actually mean they have completely new identities because they don't remember ANYTHING from their old life?? I need answers.

I get it. This is supposed to make me see how rundown and wasted Luke is. But is he purposefully trying to make himself look like a confused hobo? I mean couldn't he like, prepare the notes he wanted to show Jace? It's like he's trying to reinforce to Jace he shouldn't listen to a thing Luke says because these are clearly the actions of a desperate man. Presentation is half the battle man, man.

Hah, badass. There's a reason I love him.

I totally dig Magnus in his kiddie clothes, but I also need a lot of answers because there's blood on his hands and bodies at his feet and this doesn't look like magic gone haywire, this looks like a massacre and I need answers. I wonder if they're gonna explain this flash or just let it sit there uncommented. (I hope they address it and I hope it has something to do with Asmodeus and their time together.)

Ugh do I honestly have to reiterate that parking Magnus in his ward-less loft wouldn't have helped? Also, he's a grown-ass man and can make decisions for himself, dammit.

Owning up to his mistakes unrestrainedly. There's a reason I have a soft spot for Raphael.

New York, huh? What a coincidence. Wouldn't want him to live somewhere else and have Maia burn through the other half of her paycheck to pay some warlock to portal them again, right?

Also, not to be controversial, but why don't they ask the Praetor first? Since they had a whole ass book on the mark of cain and everything. And figured out what it is. And getting rid of something so dangerous is basically their job. I mean. Just saying.

You know I always marvel at this. Just because he's old he knows shit? Is there really an age where knowledge pops into your head just because? Because I'm still waiting for that to happen to me, let me tell you. Just like being immortal somehow grants you immediate access to celebrities and the questionable honor to be in the midst of all historical events of the slightest relevance? Srsly if I was immortal I'd still be glued to my lappy and hate going out.

LOL give Iris a front row seat on how you smashed her XD XD XD

IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE

<3 <3 <3

This exchange thing is a ploy, and to be honest, a painfully obvious one. I find it really kinda hard to believe Iris falls for it. What I've been asking myself since this plot line started is, why didn't Iris have that idea herself? Like, I honestly expected her to use Magnus as a hostage and tell Alec he either hand over Madzie or she'll kill Magnus. Makes way more sense than her just trying to find Madzie herself and then what, try to break her out again? That didn't work last time, and since the warlocks are warned by Magnus's abduction it'd be even unlikelier to work now. I get it plot-wise since it'd be a little awkward if Iris out-blackmailed the Shadowhunters, but like. Seriously. What's the in-universe-explanation for this???

I don't know why, but Magnus looks super cute in this shot.

Five bucks say this is Izzy with a shapeshifting rune, and ISTG if this is actually Madzie then I can just shake my head at them.

Okay, I totally dig Lightwood siblings working together but. Why do you have to simultaneously hurt me with plot holes.

1) Where did they get Seelie Magic? Did they employ Meliorn? Srlsy. Also, the Seelie Magic at the beginning of the episode could move so why was Illusion!Madzie standing there like a display dummy? That was super suspicious.

2) Why didn't they use a shapeshifting rune? The illusion would have held longer, Izzy could have gotten closer and tied Iris up more easily, without Magnus getting smashed first. But, drama I guess.

3) Where the f is Catarina? Please. Her ward almost gets kidnapped and all she does is go “Oh shit, gotta relocate her to some other High Warlock lol.” Her best friend gets kidnapped and all she does is go “Oh shit, but whatever, here have a fake ransom note but don't think I'll move my ass from this super important Bitching and Drinking Conference. I payed like 200 bucks to get in.” Wtf. This is shitty ooc behavior from her. Wtf. She's either suuuuuper confident that Alec and Izzy will get Magnus back no problem, or she doesn't give a shit about him, and sorry, I don't believe either of those two options.

HAHAHA I'M SCREAMING LOOOOOL!!! Is this code for “We wanted to kill her but Lilith was quicker so we'll pretend we weren't even interested in killing her in the first place”? The Clave, man. Always good for a laugh.

No, dummy, this is their R&D Department.

I'm not even kidding, remember 2x04:

Oh the good old times.

This was. Really good. Really. I'm like, reeling. I feel like show writers read too many fanfics and therefore the Malec scenes this ep were exquisite. Magnus evasively running around and not liking his “powerlessness.” Alec there to reassure him with the sweetest of words. Their kiss, not to short, but hard and determined, with feeling. Top tier shit.

Wow, even though the words that left their mouths were reassuring and good it still feels like their relationship is suddenly dying. I wonder why that is? Oh, right. Because Sizzy, that's why.

I love.

Ooooh guess the residual electricity finally ran out. And I guess Clary turned all the candles off to match the mood? Also, since it was dark outside before and now isn't anymore.... was Jonathan out collecting firewood the entire night? That's dedication, man.

.......what a coincidence that their healing rune is in the exact same spot. On that note, I've been wondering.... if the ressurection resetted his skin to a state it hasn't been in for ten years, effectively un-charring it, shouldn't his runes have disappeared as well? Did he spend the “days” Clary was sleeping with putting runes all over himself?? On that note, why the hell did Clary have to sleep for days when Jonathan was the one who came back from the dead? All that Clary did was running at Simon in slow motion. I mean, I know what I would find more taxing.

I soooo appreciate the blood on her teeth. Such care for detail <3

Okay, so I realize that this makes Jonathan look like a fanatic, but I actually understand this scene like this: He's not an idiot. He knew Clary wasn't really going to give him a chance. But this, this is his chance, because now she has no choice but to stick with him and see for herself.

Btw if you're wondering why I'm so pro Jonathan, you can read the beginning of this post where I got out all of my Jonathan Feels. Basically, until I actually see him act intrinsically evil I refuse to believe all hope is lost for him. He did terrible things, yes, and he's aware of that, but the way I see it he did them because he wasn't ever presented with an alternate choice. And now that he has one, he's holding onto it tooth and nail. He wants to leave all the pointless violence behind.

I'm aware he's a sadistic psycho in the books, but this wouldn't be the first time the show gave a character a make-over (for the better) and so far the only compelling piece of evidence on the show in favor of Jonathan's demon blood causing him to be unsavably evil was Jocelyn's vision of him killing a flower as a baby, and it's not even clear if that was intentional. So excuse me if that's not enough for me to write him off.

Gif Sources: Malec cheek kiss, Magnus being cutesy with his croc impression, Magnus brandishing his sword *facepalm* you know what I mean, Magnus batting Iris's magic away

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