#marie claire x light and night

[galactickle]

You Belong With Me

James Maguire x reader

Summary: “The few weeks James has been with the group, he has somehow become very close with you. Little did the two of you know, you would become even closer than you thought.”

A/N: thank you to @decadenttrashcookiehero for requesting this!! Also FYI: reader is Erin's sister!

Masterlist

The sound of Erin’s complaining pierces your ears as you make your way downstairs to grab some food before school. It’s only the first day back and yet Erin has found more than one way to make the day terrible. First the mess she made in the upstairs bathroom, now this. You sigh, opting to focus on pouring yourself some cereal as opposed to listening to your family bicker. The sound of the tv being turned louder draws your attention, “There’s a bomb on the bridge? How are the kids gonna get to school?” your mum says, rubbing her forehead.

“Their bus can go the long way, relax Mary,” your dad assures.

Aunt Sarah enters the room and the chatter resumes as normal, granting you the peace to return to zoning out as you munch on your breakfast. 

“We better head out,” Erin informs, grabbing her jean jacket and pulling it on. You and Orla clean up your dishes quickly as your Mum begins nagging your twin sister about her jacket. “I’m not a clone, I should be able to express my individuality,” your sister argues, you roll your eyes, not bothering to get involved. “I’m sorry, I’m not wearing me blazer, end of story.”

“Jerry, pass me the wooden spoon,” you have to hold back a laugh as Erin hurries to take her jean jacket off and grabs her blazer, quickly tossing it on, rushing out the door. 

You walk alongside Orla on the way to Dennis’ Wee Shop, the two of you have long been the quietest of the group and often get grouped together. When Erin spots David outside as you’re leaving, you smile to yourself, this outta be good. Your sister walks towards him and begins laughing at nothing, scaring Claire who’s stood back beside you. “No way! Are you serious?” Erin asks no one at all.

“Erin, what are you doin’? Who are you talking to?” Claire exclaims, rushing forward.

This actually draws David’s attention to the two, “Erin, have you got a light?”

“Me? No, I don’t smoke,” Erin responds. 

Beside you, Orla digs in her pocket, fishing out a lighter, “I have one,” she tosses it his way, “I don’t smoke either, I just like meltin stuff.” 

David's head tilts in curiosity as he lights his cigarette, which you actually find kind of cute. Erin promptly ruins anything you felt though, her annoying voice cutting through your thoughts to ask him about his poster for his gig. You nudge Claire, pointing to your watch, she looks at her own, and rushes to pull Erin away, saying you were going to be late. 

“MOTHERFUCKAAAS” Michelle yells from behind you, tossing an arm over your shoulder when she reaches you, “Motherfucker, it’s my new thing, watched this film last night with me dad…” she trails off talking about the plot of the movie, you notice your sister and Claire looking disturbed to your left, and turn your head, almost jumping in surprise at the boy standing over your shoulder. 

“Who owns the fella?” Erin finally asks in a break of Michelle’s rant. 

Michelle looks back at him, then to you, where you’re looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “Me,” she shrugs, “Well c’mon on bullock, are you introducing yourself or what?” She pushes away from you to address the boy. 

You turn to him as he flails his hand in a wave, “Hi, I’m Michelle’s cousin, James,” he practically mumbles, no doubt trying to downplay his very obvious English accent.

“Why is he making that funny noise?” Orla asks Erin, which entices Michelle to go on a rant about the English and his mother. 

You listen for a moment, as Michelle says some awfully crass things about his Mum, following her and Erin as they lead the group to the bus, before you turn to the boy and introduce yourself, “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“Yeah,” James seems speechless, “Yeah, you too,” he smiles gently. 

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The few weeks James has been with the group, he has somehow become very close with you. The other’s still have yet to warm up to him, but the two of you seem to get along great, you both love Doctor Who and other nerdy shit. He has really helped you come out of your shell, you talk more than ever, but mostly to him. And in turn, you have made James feel semi-comfortable in Derry. Little did the two of you know, you would become even closer than you thought. 

Michelle had spontaneously invited your lot to her house. Although apparently, she had negated to tell James about it. 

“Where’s James?” You ask Michelle as the others plop down on the sofa.

“Upstairs probably, little weirdo,” she says the last part under her breath and you roll your eyes as you hurry up the stairs to find him. You had been to Michelle’s house many times so it wasn’t very hard to locate where James would be hiding out. 

Knocking on the guest room door, you call out, “James?”

There's shuffling on the other side of the door, then a weak “Come in,” followed by him clearing his throat and repeating himself.

You open the door to see him sitting on the bed, shoulders slumped. “Is everything okay?” you ask when he doesn’t look up at you. 

He wipes his eyes, sniffling a little, “Yeah, no I’m good,” replies weakly.

You step forward into the room and take a seat next to him, “No you’re not… What’s wrong?” you place a hand on his back comfortingly.

He finally looks up at you through bloodshot eyes, still wet with tears. “I just… still can’t believe my mom would just leave me here, like this, alone.” At the last word he broke out into a sob, leaning forward and into your chest. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you rub his back soothingly, “Hey, it’s okay, you’re not alone… You have me,” you nudge him lightly. He lets out a laugh, but his breathing is still shaky. The two of you sit like that for a while as he calms down. Finally, he lifts his head, looking into your eyes again, “You okay now?” You ask.

“Yeah, thanks,” he practically whispers, distracted by how the afternoon sun casts a halo around your hair and the flecks in your eyes make them even more alluring. You smile softly at him. His eyes are drawn to your lips as you lick them for moisture. “Can I kiss you?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he knows what he’s saying, though he doesn’t regret it, especially when you smile brightly at him. 

“I’d like that,” you agree, leaning into him as he does the same. Heat blooms in your chest when your lips meet, and it lingers as you pull away, grinning wildly at the boy beside you. 

The sound of footsteps stomping up the stairs snaps the two of you out of your daze, both of you scooching further away from each other on the bed to avoid looking suspicious, though the way James continues to look longingly at you doesn’t help your situation. “WANKERS!” Michelle yells as she slams the door open. “Are ya coming down to watch the film or what?”

You look at James but he’s still MIA, so you just nod, hopping up off the bed, “Yeah of course, c’mon James!” and you drag him down the stairs by the elbow. 

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Hiding that you and James had kissed would have been easy, that is, had you not continued to sneak around together. The other’s never paid you two any attention anyways, so holding hands in between your bodies on the couch, or falling behind them when you’re walking as a group so that he could wrap his arm around you, was pretty safe. But managing to slip away from them to be alone was harder, because you all had done everything together for the past decade or more. 

The only way the two of you had managed to get any time alone together had been sneaking around at school. Which was not an easy task, given you had most of your classes together, but when you didn’t, if you timed things right…

You looked both ways down the hall as you approached the secluded closet. You knock 3 times, and hear the sounds of the door unlocking, and see James peeking his head out,  a big grin spreading on his face when he sees you. His hand reaches out and pulls you in the closet. You let out a giggle and James shushes you by pulling you into a greedy kiss. Your fingers rake through his hair, as his circle your waist, pulling you as close as possible. This isn’t the first time this has occurred, and like clockwork James hands wander upward, pulling up your sweater and shirt. Before and skin is revealed, the doorknob jiggles, a loud sigh coming from the other side. You and James pull away from each other, a panicked look in each of your eyes.

“Oh you’ve got t’be shitting me,” Sister Michael sighs, when she sees the two of you, looking like deer caught in headlights. “C’mon, out wit ya!” she sighs again, ushering the two of you down the hall to her office. 

As you sit in the chairs opposite her desk, you look at each other, tight-lipped smiles on your faces. Sister Michael calls your mum and Michelle’s mum, asking them to come down to the school.

When they arrive, they are shocked to see that it's you and James who have caused quite the fuss, and not Erin and Michelle.

“Thank you for coming down,” Sister Michael sighs as the mothers sit down beside the two of you. “I regret to inform you, but I found these two sneaking around in one of the broom closets. I’m gonna have to suspend them.”

“Sneaking around doing what?” Michelle’s mum asks. 

Sister Michael looks at you? but you quickly avoid her gaze, “They were… kissing.”

“I thought he was gay!” your mum exclaims, more towards Michelle's mum than anyone else.

“Me too! James, why didn't ya tell us you fancied girls?”

“I tried to! No one believed me!” James explains.

“How long are they suspended for?” your mum finally asks, after taking a long look at you. 

Sister Michael ponders for a moment, “2 days.”

“2 days! What am I supposed to do with her for 2 days?” your mum argues. 

“Yeah some of us got to work ya know!” Michelle’s mum agrees. 

“I don’t care what you do with with them, I just don't want to see them back til thursday!” Sister Michael raises her hands as if to say she's said her final piece.

Grumbling, the two mums pull you and James out of the office, where you find the rest of the lot waiting. End of the day must’ve come while you were waiting for your mum. “Well? What’s all this about?” Michelle asks, arms crossed, eyeing you and James. 

“These two were caught kissing in a closet!” your mum exclaims. A chorus of gagging and puking noises sound. 

“Y/N, how could ya?” Claire asks sincerely. You just shrug. 

They're never gonna let you live this down.

[kanghyeokk]

“The party only really starts the second you come, fiancee.”

Known as the nobility of deserts, macarons have a crispy skin and a glutinous centre. 

It has a smooth and delicate shell, 

brilliant colours and rich layers of texture. This is the exact feeling Charlie brings to the people around him. A widely known appearance, witty conversational skills, 

occasional random musings, 

and all the interesting contrasts of his, 

leaves a lasting impression 

on everyone who comes into contact with him. 

It’s often said that a interesting soul is better than an advantageous appearance, 

but looking and Charlie, 

regardless of whether it’s his soul or his appearance, 

there is a unique perfection to him. 

THE AMAZING STORY OF MACARONS

The interview takes place in the city outskirts. As the scheduled time approached, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the scene. Shortly after, a helicopter circled and landed on a grassland nearby. While surrounded by four or five bodyguards in black who carried huge metal briefcases, a man in an intricate black-gold shirt and wide, black sunglasses made his way over slowly. 

“Greetings, I am Charlie.” In Charlie’s eyes, this is the most ordinary of ordinary ways of him making his appearance known. Although seeing such a big scene amazed the staff, they started to worry if the preceding interview would be hard to carry on with. Surprisingly, Charlie was easier to work with than their expectations. Not only did he know the process of interviewing on the back of his hand, he showed so much confidence while handling the interviews with much ease. At the photo shooting venue, he strictly followed and cooperated with the staffs’ arrangements all throughout the session. And when it came to the dangerous and mysterious looking black briefcases the bodyguards were holding, they actually just contained macaron gift boxes that Charlie brought to distribute to all the staff members on site . While being interviewed, Charlie had an undisguisable confidence and “public” aura around him. When praised, he was not humble at all; when further questioned, he did not hesitate. His flamboyant appearance, humorous conversational skills and occasional random musings left a memorable impact on everyone who was in touch with him in this brief interview. There are a lot of interesting contrasts about Charlie.These differences don’t stand out abruptly, but rather they’re like a macaron that has multiple rich flavours blended together which gives a rich, balanced feel. You can’t use simple adjectives to briefly summarize his character. Perhaps only the words “Charlie” can describe his uniqueness fully. 

Before becoming a reconstructive surgeon for burns, Charlie has tried other different careers before. 

He has interned at the news station as a reporter, and he has been a firefighter before. Through these experiences, Charlie was able to understand the deeper side to this world. To him, all these experimenting in his career weren’t because he was interested, but because he wanted to find his own path via his own experiences; something he can actually achieve by himself.

When you first look at Charlie, it’s possible that it could be hard for you to imagine that he is actually a doctor. In contrast with his flamboyant lifestyle, when it comes to his job, he upholds a professional, rigorous and serious attitude. In last year’s “GuangQi’s Good Doctors” selections, Charlie won the top spot with an overwhelming number of votes. In the patients’ eyes, not only was he praised for his exceptional medical skills and his ability to rejuvenate people with his hands, it has also been brought up many times that he always takes the patients’ economic situation into consideration when prescribing medication and performing procedures, all while never simply collecting additional fees. With his outstanding medical skills and noble medical ethics, Charlie has established a good reputation among his patients. Outside of his job, Charlie also excels in quite a number of skills. He’s good at baking, he can play billiards, he knows how to waltz, he’s fluent in many languages, and he can drive a variety of vehicles- he even has a licence to drive a bus. To Charlie, getting full marks is the norm to him in all his medical exams and appraisal examinations. “With my wisdom that exceeds most common people, doing all these was as easy as lifting a finger.”

“There is no unbending truth,  and even if there is,  that really is just an elaborate lie  created by someone who pretends to be an all-knowing god.”

Charlie’s study has a large collection of books, and in one of the photos he provided of a corner of his study, not only can you find serious reads such as <Fang Si Qi’s First Love Paradise>, you can also see tyrant novels such as <Secret Order to Sweet Marriage: The Powerful and Young Man is Destined to Dote on His Wife>. Charlie has mentioned that the latter is his study material to love and relationships. Besides that, Charlie has a book titled <Handbook of the Perfect Fiance>, in which countless do’s and don’ts of how to be a perfect fiance are recorded. Compared to that, Charlie believes more in hands-on experience as compared to theory. “There is no unbending truth, and even if there is, that really is just an elaborate lie created by someone who pretends to be an all-knowing god.” 

Due to the nature of his work, Charlie usually has very little time to rest. “I only spend my time on meaningful things.” To Charlie, “meaningful things” includes his work, and similarly includes spending quality leisure time with his fiancee, to ensure that there’s always a smile on her face. There are too many interesting things in this world; the bustling scenes always bedazzling people. But to Charlie, he has already found the goals he wants to accomplish both in his work and  his personal life. “People get lost in prosperity because they lack sobriety, and I am soberly falling into my conviction.”

(T/N: marie claire will be abbreviated as MC throughout this interview for convenience)

MC: The theme of our collaboration today is called “Hormone Explosion”. It is said that everyone’s hormones have a different smell to them, so what do you think your hormones smell like? Charlie: My fiancee always says that I have a strong, fudgy scent on me, and she thinks that that’s the scent of my hormones- perfect and sexy, yet capable of healing one’s loved ones’. MC: So what do your favourite hormones smell like? Charlie: I think that sweet smells are the most perfect smells, like the sweet scent of cherry jam being spread on one’s body…… and a top-grade aromatherapeutic oil named “SEFIANA”, which when applied on skin, gives out the most captivating scent on earth. MC: If you have to use an excerpt of a poem to describe your hormonal response when you are emotionally aroused? Charlie: “My life is dyed purple by a rich abundance of love- I’m like a blindfolded bird turning around frantically, until I arrive at your windowsill.”

MC: MBTI tests have been trending lately, do you know what your MBTI is? Charlie: Of course I know- EXTROVERT, INTUITION, FEELING, JUDGING, abbreviated as ENFJ, it also has a very nice sounding alternate name- the protagonist. The test says, people with this personality are often passionate and frank idealists, and are very charismatic. Ah, isn’t this describing the dazzling person I am. But as a psychology enthusiast, I think that the test can only reflect a person’s personality in this period of time. After all, for someone like who has such a rich connotation, how can I be easily summed up by a few letters? MC: Looking back at the past year and looking a year ahead into the future, do you have anything to say?

Charlie: Although perfection is just a day in the life for me, but at this moment, I want to tell everyone on this earth via this magazine, that last year, I met my fiancee, and she is more perfect than everything that I own- she’s the best compensation fate could ever gift me. From today onwards, we still have a lot of time, and I look forward to every minute and second I get to spend with her.

[depressoexpresso-anon]

Spring Hot

Finn x reader

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You convinced Finn to take you to a small hot spring and spend the night in the woods. But someone forgot to pack the bathing suits!

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

This does involve nudity and some scenes that suggest stuff. Other than that it's just domestic fluff and you both being silly.

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It was something that you always wanted to try ever since Finn showed you on one of his hidden hiking trails. It was a small hot spring snuggled between a small cliff and the dense forest that surrounds it. And with spring just around the corner, you thought it was the most perfect time to take a dip.

After a few conversations and special favors for your floral fanatic (or finnatic), he finally caved in.

You both agreed on leaving before dusk and spending the night in the woods. And you were glad that you did. Even though the forest was mostly bare from the chill winter months, it would still be hard to see from the fading light and the bustles of trees that surrounded the path.

It took a while to finally arrive at your desired destination, but when you did quiet 'whoa' escaped your mouth as you looked upon the spring. The first time you came to this spot was in late fall when everything was dead and the leafs had all fallen. Now all the leafs had decayed due to the elements and new life had bloomed around the small pond.

"I know right! It's so beautiful at this time. I love it when spring comes. Everything is so new and lively that it takes my breath away. Almost like you do."

Finn said with a warm smile, wrapping his arm around your waist and playfully bumped his hip against yours.

"Oh, you hush now pretty boy, and come help me set up camp."

You said with a hint of sass in your voice as you and Finn sat up camp. You both sat up camp rather quickly due to not having a tent. Finn wasn't too fond of buying a tent, instead, he was eager to try out the new hammock you baught him for his birthday. He even made sure that the night would be warm enough to sleep comfortably with just a few light blankets.

While Finn worked on getting the hammock set up, you worked on getting dinner and a fire built before it gets too dark. You were thankful Finn decided to plan days ahead of your mini-vacation to ensure you both have a good time.

Ever since you been with Finn, you discovered that he was an over-packer. He packed with extra food, clothes, and blankets. He even brought sunscreen and bug spray even though it would be mostly nighttime and not many bugs would be out during this time of the season. 'You never know what you might need, Y/N.' Finn's voice said from a conversation hours earlier and now was running through your head.

Even though it was a little extensive, you were so thankful that Finn packed extra food. And the best part... It was all homemade.

You couldn't have guessed it when you both first met, but Finn is an extraordinary cook. You would always ask how he would make his food taste so good, and his response almost all the time would be, 'It's made with my love, silly!'. Even thinking about your misadventures with him in the kitchen made you smile as you laid down one of the many blankets on top of the soft grass of the forest floor.

You started to set the food out onto the blanket when you felt heavy arms wrap around your neck and shoulders, and a freckled face rubs up agest the back of your head.

"Thank you for setting up the makeshift table, love."

You can practically feel the heat of shyness brush his cheeks. You chuckle and reach your hand behind you to pet his head.

"And thank you for putting up the makeshift bed, darling~."

You said with smoothness in your voice.

You can feel Finn squirm beneath your touch at the barely used nickname. You always like it when he squirmed for you, but maybe another time.

"Now I don't know about you but I'm ready for supper."

You said with a bit of laughter in your voice before you start digging in.

The cold was slowly increasing as the night deepened. And after dinner, you both basked in the warmth of the small fire you had built and the warmth of the dandelion wine that Finn had brought was warming your veins.

You laid on Finn's lap as he hummed old forgotten lullabies and told you stories about the gods of ancient times. And while you enjoyed listening to him rant about how much of an asshole Zeus was, you were desperate to feel the warm water of the spring wash over you.

"Hey uh— Finn, sorry to interrupt, but you by any chance wanna go for a swim."

Finn looks down at you, then gazes at the pool in front of you both. You looked up at him while he thought and stared at the steaming pool. Then he finally found his decision.

He glanced down at you with a small grin stretching his lips.

"I'm gonna take you up on that offer, love." He said in a cheerful tone.

You felt sparks rush through your eyes and excitement rang from deep inside your body. As you sat up from Finn to start to undress, something caught the corner of your eye as you were holding the bottom of your shirt.

You turn your head to find that Finn is looking frustratingly through the bags, almost like he was trying to find something.

"Forgot something, Finn?"

"Yeah, I can't find our bathing suits."

"Oh, I didn't pack them."

Finn stopped searching and looked you dead in the eye, you can start to see his flustered blush start to rise.

"W-why didn't you pack them." He said with a higher than normal pitch in his voice.

You gave a small chuckle of amusement and started to crawl towards him. You could feel his breath hitch as you crawled closer to his face.

"Because I thought it would be fun to go in without any clothes. Are you ok with that bunny?"

Finn was now red as a cherry and was struggling to get his words out.

"U-uh ye-yep that i-is an A-Okay f-from me Y/N."

You leaned close and gave him a small peck before you started to take off your clothes.

You were quicker to take off all of your clothes than Finn was. You can tell that he was a bit nervous. But it's not like you've never seen him like this before.

You've seen Finn naked plenty of times before, but every time he would get so nervous and self-conscious. Even when you praised him and loved him, it never really cracked through him.

After some time Finn stood before you, naked as a jaybird, and before long you grabbed his hand guiding him because he left his glasses along with his clothes. It was kinda funny if you looked at it from a different perspective because you were practically dragging a legally blind man behind you as you speed walked to the spring. And once at the lip of it, you let go of your lover's hand and took the plunge into the water of the natural pool.

The water felt great against your skin as you dove under the water and relished in the sweet heat.

You were too busy enjoying yourself to notice someone else climb into the water and wrap their arms around your frame and pull you close to a bare chest that was covered in freckles and a bit of blond hair.

You turned around so your chest was squished up against his as you sigh with bliss. For this night couldn't be any more perfect than it already was.

"This is nice. Thank you for tonight, my sunflower."

"Hey, thank you for bringing me here. If it weren't for you leading the way I would have been eaten by a bear or something."

"Oh, my dearest Y/N, there is no bear on this side of the country."

"Hush now Finneas before I hit you with my SPLASH ATTACK."

You quickly pushed yourself away from his chest and brushed your hand through the water, making it rise and splash his body.

And with that, a ferrous water war broke out between you both, and your laughter filled up the moonlit forest making it feel a little less eerie than before.

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Thank you for reading!

Love you! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

[raineydays411]

Trauma really does bond

The umbrella academy x teen!reader

Summary: It’s time for you to meet your siblings. But what happen when your introductions don’t exactly go as planned?

You were trembling as you walked behind Pogo and Grace. Its ironic, you’ve waited your whole life for this moment. To finally meet your siblings and expand your family. A childish hope of your siblings one day returning to the mansion and accepting you with open arms. 

But now that you actually have a chance to meet them, you’re terrified. You realized that you have no idea how to talk to people. It’s different than when you talk to Pogo or your mother. These are complete strangers. No matter how many stories you’ve been told, how many times you read Vanyas book, you truly didn’t know these people. How were you meant to be a family? How are you supposed to-

“Y/n? Dear?” 

You’re snapped from your thoughts by your mother calling you.

“Yes, momma?”

“Momma? Pogo, who’s that?”

You turn, again surprised by an unfamiliar voice. There she was. Alison Hargreeves. She’s beautiful. 

Her hair is curly and blonde, with beautiful high cheekbones and glowing brown skin. Her as were kind even as she squinted at you skeptically in confusion.

“Alison, this is Y/n Hargreeves, or Number Eight. She’s your sister.”

Grace again gives you a light nudge, and you move in front of her. It was then that you realized that you are shorter than Alison, having to glance up to meet her eyes. 

“My sister?” She looks at you in disbelief, “How come we didn’t know? This wasn’t mentioned by the press or anything...” 

“Your father decided to keep our dear Y/n a secret.” Grace said wrapping her arm around you, “ She’s been our little secret for 17 years and 4 months.” 

“A secret? But why? I mean, what was the reason?”

“Your father, believed that the world wasn’t ready for a new superhero. Nor was Y/n ready to face the world.” Pogo said with a grim face, “ He had hoped though, that one day he would be able to take her out...but it seems that for now, Y/n shall remain inside.”

You frowned, holding back tears at the thought. You didn’t know that your father had wanted to let you out, nor that he wanted to be there when you were. But, what truly upset you, was that you had to stay in the mansion. Freedom was at the tip of your fingers and you didn’t even know it.

“Stay inside? You mean she’s never been outside?” Alison said horrified.

“Well she has been out in the courtyard and such, but Mr. Hargreeves prohibited her to leave the premises. Nor was she allowed to be in contact with the citizens”

“She’s been here all alone?” Alison asks sadly, “ With no one to talk to? No one her age?” 

“I’m afraid not” Pogo says sadly, looking at you.

You didn’t understand the big deal. Of course you were lonely, and wanted to explore the world, but you knew why you had to stay. You can just hear your fathers words.

“You have a duty Number Eight. A duty to your people and to me. It may not be ideal but sacrifices are hardly ideal.”

And everytime you thought about leaving, you’d remember his words and stay put. Besides you wouldn’t dare disobey your father.

Not after the last time.

“Well,” Alison says gently, leaning down to your eye level, “ Hello Y/n, I’m Alison Hargreeves, your big sister.”

Your eyes widened at her words as your heart filled with joy. For so many years  you imagined those words. You wondered how this whole thing would play out, how meeting your siblings might be. And to hear Alison so readily accept you, it brought tears to your eyes.

“Hello, Alison” You say beaming as you carefully step forward, “ I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, Momma says you live in California, what is it like?” 

Alison smiles at your question, your demeanor like a small child. It reminded her of Claire...

“It’s very nice, maybe when we have time I’ll be able to tell you all about it.” 

Your smile widens as you turn to your mother excitedly, she smiles back and says, “ That sounds wonderful dear, but you should go and change. You know the rules. You don’t want your father finding you in your night clothes, now would you?”

You furrow your brows,” Momma...”

“No buts now march” She says with a grin. You smile at Alison but see the worried look on her face. 

“So she did notice how weird momma acting” You think to yourself. You stay in a daze as you walk towards your room. Worrying about your mother, grieving your father, and thinking about how you’re finally meeting all your siblings. Then as you turn a corner into the hallway that leads to your room, you’re knocked to the ground as you bump into a wall of a body.

“Ow!” you squeal as you hit the ground, rubbing the back of your head and peering up at the person you bumped into.

“Uh..sorry Y/n” 

“Luther!” You shout, your pain overridden by the happiness you felt at seeing your brother, one that actually knows you exist.

He helps you up, which to him is like picking up a feather, and  before he knew it, your arms are wrapped around his midsection. Luther awkwardly pats your back, not really expecting to be hugged.

“It's great to see you Luther! I read all your mission reports, or rather the ones that Father let me read. I always wished you good night though! Pogo always caught me looking at the moon with that telescope, I hope you don’t mind that I used it. It's just that I missed you so-” Your happy ramblings cut off by a Luther clearing his throat.

“Ahem...right, um hey Y/n, I gotta go...check on something.” He says gently pushing you away, “It was nice seeing you though.”

And with that he walks away, leaving you in the hallway as you stare at his retreating form.

“oh...okay then! I’ll see...see you later.” You say, disheartened by his brief acknowledgement. You sigh, walking into your room. 

“I don’t know why I try...” You mumble to yourself. “ It’s not like he was ever happy to see me before.”

You go into your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Usually, Grace picked out your outfits, ordered by your father, but she didn’t leave anything out for you today. So, you settled for a black turtleneck sweater, a black and white plaid skirt, black knee high socks with some mary janes. It wasn’t really your go to look, but you felt like it was appropriate given the circumstance. You let your hair loose, curls falling into your face as you let it out of the bun you quickly put it in. 

You go to walk out of the room when you’re stopped by a gleam. You see the necklace your father gave to you after the incident. You stare at it, debating on whether you should put it on or not. You sigh, deciding to wear it, it was his funeral after all. You put it on, the cold metal never truly seem to heat up, the pendant heavy on your chest. You never grew attached to it. It just served as a reminder that you’re stuck in the mansion. You can never leave. Not until he let you and now...

You shake your head. Trying not to get into your thoughts, that's when you heard it. Little scratching at your window. You turn to see Despereaux, the little mouse  you saved when you were younger. Ever since that day it was like you and him formed a bond.

You open the window excited to see your little friend.

“Hello Despereaux, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” You whisper as you let him climb on to your shoulder. “ you’ve missed quite a bit since I’ve last seen you. How about some cheese?”

You walk out of your room, Despereaux nestled on your shoulder. As you walk through the long hallways, you bump into another body.

“Ouch, again?” You whisper to yourself, rubbing your forehead.

“Hey watch it...teenage girl?” A male voice said in a perplexed tone. 

You look up to see a man in some rather tight clothes and kohl ringed eyes.

“Hello” You quietly mutter with a soft smile. “I’m Y/n”

“You are adorable.” The man says, “ Where has the old man been hiding you?” 

You blush looking down at your feet, you were never really complimented. Only by Grace.

“ Aww” The man squeals, squishing you to his body. He smelled like booze and sweat but the hug was nice, “ I have no idea who you are but I’m your uncle Klaus from now on.”

“You’re Klaus?” You say excitedly, “ I’m so glad to meet you!” 

You wrap your arms around him, feeling the outline of something hard and metal in the back of his pants. You ignored it though, happy to meet another one of your siblings.

“Ugh it’s so nice to be around someone who isn’t a total stick in the mud.” Klaus says letting go of you, “ Like Luther, all that rage in that big body” 

You giggle at his words and eccentric behavior. It was a stark contrast to the ridgid stoic behavior that you’re used to. Klaus’ grand gestures and silly nature was new to you.

“I’ve heard alot about you.” You say happily, “ Mama always tells me stories about how you used to steal  her shoes and skirts and Father said--”

“Father?” Klaus asked, “ You mean ol’ Reggie bought you too? Or are you like..his offspring? Eww! I don’t want to think about that, shut up Ben.”

Ben?

“Father adopted me, I was born with powers like you.” You clarify for him. 

“Huh, so he managed to create another trauma case before he croaked.” Klaus said in a light voice, “Well. I always wanted a little sister.”

You smile, glad that at least two of your siblings liked you. But what did he mean by trauma case.

“Anywho, I have some... inheritance I need to collect. I, will see you at the funeral, das Kind” 

And with a wiggle of his fingers he was off, gone as quick as when you met him. Leaving you yet again, alone. You shrug off his odd behavior when you heard two voices speaking. 

“ah no, not to my knowledge.”

“But..the spine is broken and there's notes in the margins.”

“ Yes, that would be the work of.. ah Y/n, there you are.”

You jump in surprise, although you should’ve know. You can never eavesdrop with Pogo around.

You walk down the stairs, slowly towards Pogo and.. Vanya!

Out of all the siblings, she’s the one you wanted to meet the most. She, like you was isolated in this mansion. You felt a connection to her as soon as you were able to pick up that book. Your heart raced as you made it to the final step, reaching the first flower and into the living room where Vanya and Pogo were talking. You can see that she is shocked, as all your other siblings were.

“Pogo, who is this?” 

“Go ahead dear, introduce yourself. Just like you practiced.”

You smile widely, “Hi I’m Y/n Hargreeves, I love your book. I’ve read it almost five times now.  You’re Vanya! I’ve been waiting to meet you! You look exactly like the picture on the back of the book! It really is a good book, I-”

“Y/n, take a breath. Let her get a word in.” Pogo chuckled, glad to see that you’re comfortable around Vanya. 

“Oh, right. I’m sorry, father did always say I..tend to talk to much” You say looking down at your shoes. You didn’t notice the frown on both Pogo and Vanyas face.

“You...you read my book?” Vanya asked, still trying to figure out who you are.

“Yes, multiple times. It...well, besides the stories Mama and Pogo told me, this was the only way I got to know all of you.”

“Why didn’t you just come find us?” 

“Oh well..I wasn’t really allowed outside”, you say glancing at Pogo, “ Father said the world and I weren’t ready for each other.”

“You mean, you’ve been alone...all these year?”

“No, not totally alone! I had Pogo, and Mama, and and father too. Plus there were the robots he built, although I did destroy them...and the books and and..”

“Y/n...that’s..that’s not..” Vanya stopped herself. She knew that this must be a sensitive subject for you. The way you listed everyone in your life was practiced. Like you’ve said it to yourself over and over again. And by the grim look on Pogos face, she can tell it wasn’t only you who was sensitive about this subject.

“Well, Y/n..perhaps you should go on in the kitchen and help your mother. Your siblings will be meeting here shortly, it would be nice if they had some snacks, don’t you agree?” Pogo says, forcing a smile at you.

“Oh! Okay” You beam, “ It was nice meeting you Vanya!” 

And with that you scurry off into the kitchen, leaving Vanya and Pogo behind in silence.

“She’s been alone for...” 

“For seventeen years. Yes”

“Pogo...”

“You know your father...once he made up his mind...there was little I can do.”

Vanya sighs and pats Pogo on the shoulder, “It’s good to see you Pogo.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You skip into the kitchen, seeing your mother humming at the sink. You walk up to her and notice that she’s cleaning the same plate over and over again.

“Hi momma!” you say suddenly

“Oh, hello dear. What are you doing in here?” Grace asks putting the plate in the drying rack.

Pogo said it would be nice to make snacks for my siblings” You ask, then feeling movement around your neck, “Oh and some cheese please.”

You forgot Despereaux was on your shoulder, its a wonder that no one has seen him yet.

“hmm snacks we can do.” Grace says with a smile. She goes to the fridge and pulls out some cheese.

“How about some cheese and crackers? Its simple.” she says, “ ans Despereaux here can have his fill as well”

You freeze, caught again by your mother, “ Thanks momma.” 

You both giggle, and side by side you work on cutting the cheese and presenting the crackers. You feel a sense of calm wash over you. You usually do when you’re around your mother. She makes you feel safe. 

“Ahem.” 

You both turn to see Diego in the kitchen doorway.

“Diego dear, you startled us.” Grace said with a smile, “ Come help, we’re making you kids some snacks.”

He barely spares a glance at you.

“Pogo wanted me to come tell you that the meetings starting.”

“Oh, well go on darling, run along and I’ll bring out the snacks later.”

And with that she kisses your forehead and waves you away. She turns back to the  sink and starts humming again. 

You glance back at Diego. He’s glaring at the wall and to be honest you’re surprised he even waited for you. You pick up Despereaux and put him on your shoulder again, and grab some grapes and cheese then stuff it in your skirt pocket. Then you walk up to Diego with a small smile. 

He glances at you and scoffs, then walks away. You have to jog to catch up to him.

“You uh, you walk pretty fast” You say huffing a bit. 

He doesn’t answer you, he just keeps walking in the same pace. You stay silent as well, the trip to the living room longer than you remember.

You finally make it, and you see all your siblings in the room, spread out. You take a seat next to Vanya. You smile at her and take a glance around the room. Luther is sat at the couch across from you and Vanya. Allison and Diego are sat on some chairs, and Klaus is at the bar. 

The six of you sit in an awkward silence until Luther clears his throat.

“ So I guess we should get this started.” He says standing up, “ So I figured we can have sort of a memorial service. At the courtyard at sundown, say a few words. At dad’s favorite spot.”

You nod along and hear Alison speak up, “ Dad had a favorite spot?”

“Yeh at the oak tree, we used to sit out there all the time. None of you did that?” Luther asks.

“Oh yeah, after training” you chime in, causing the adults to look at you. You heard Diego scoff again and saw Luther quickly furrow his brow then smooth out his face again.

“Will there be refreshments?” Klaus asks walking out from behind the bar, “ Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.” 

He goes to take a seat next to you when Luther speaks up

“What? No, and put that out. You know dad didn’t allow smoking in here.”

You roll your eyes. If you had to choose one thing to hate about Luther, you’d choose his insistent need to always be on your Father's good side. He can be such a downer sometimes.

“Is that my skirt?”

You hadn’t even noticed Klaus in the skirt. If you had to be honest, it did really suit him. You let out a small laugh, hearing Klaus mention his “bits”.

“Listen up.”

Oh boy, you’ve heard this tone before. You really forgot how stern Luther could be.

“There’s still some important things that we need to discuss alright ?”

“Um Luther” you squeak out, “ what more is there to talk about? Its not like Father had many friends we can invite. And his only family is us...”

“Yeah. The kids right, what else is there to discuss?” Diego asks.

You turn to him in surprise, this is basically the first time he acknowledged you unprompted. You send him a smile that, as expected, he ignores.

Oh well, small steps.

“ The way he died.”

“ And here we go”

You scrunch your eyebrows, “the way he died?”

Klaus sits next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as Vanya speaks up,

“I don’t understand, I thought they said it was a heart attack...”

“A heart attack?” You ask, realizing that no one’s really did tell you how your father died..

You’re question gained a suspicious look from Luther and confusion from the rest.

“ Y/n...you didn’t know?” Alison asked gently.

“ no one told me...” You say quietly, feeling nervous from the sudden attention.

“Well, According or to the coroner it was.” Luther continues.

“Well wouldn’t they know?”

“Theoretically..”

“Theoretically??”

You don’t understand. You don’t understand why nobody told you how your father died. You don’t understand why everyone was acting weird. And you don’t understand why Luther was bringing this up.

You feel a hand on your forearm, breaking you from your thoughts. You turn your head to see Klaus.

“ you lost in space?” He whispers playfully, “ I would be too, having to listen to Detective Daddy issues over here.”

You let out a small chuckle and whisper back, “ well technically we all have daddy issues.”

This earned you a quiet laugh and a pat on the arm. Then Klaus went to drink whatever was in his cup. And you tuned in again.

“ i’m just saying at the very least something happened. ” Luther says looking around the room, “ The last time I talk to dad he sounded strange.”

“Oh quelle surprise!” Klaus gurgles through his drink.

The rest of the adult ignored him, only sparing him a quick glance.

“Strange how?” Alison asked, continuing the conversation.

“ he sounded on edge”, Luther said, “ told me to be careful who to trust.”

He then gave you pointed look. You looked back at him perplexed, not knowing why he looked at you that way.

“Luther,” Diego chimed in, “ he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles. ”

You frown at that statement. Sure your father was old and sort of eccentric, but his mind was sharp.

But come to think of it he was acting really weird the week before he died. He started telling you more about your siblings, about your place in the world and how you were meant to help it. He spent more time with you more than he ever has your whole life. He was, in his own way, nicer to you. Nicer in training, nicer on your free time, nicer in general. He took you out to the old oak tree more often, and just sat there with you, no lectures, no tirades, he just sat in silence.

It was almost like... like he knew he was going to die. 



“I can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like, “ hey dad can you stop playing tennis with Hitler really quick and take a quick call?’” Klaus says exasperatedly.

Oh right you forgot, he can talk to ghosts.

“ since when? that’s your thing.” Luther asks

“ i’m not in the right... Frame of mind!!” 

“ You’re high?” Alison asks

“Yeah!” Klaus laughs, “ Who wouldn’t be listening to this nonsense. Right kiddo?”

He nudged you gently look at you for confirmation.

Your eyes widen and before you can even answer Diego cut you off,

“ Don’t bring her in this, she probably isn’t even know what being high is.”

You most certainly do. You’re not a child.

“ Look, just sober up this is important!” Luther demands , then continues on, “ and then there’s the missing monocle.”

“Who gives a shit about the missing monocle?” Diego mutters.

“ Father is missing his monocle?” You ask, getting ignored again.

“Exactly, it’s worthless.” Luther states, “ so whoever took it it must’ve been personal.”

The group starts to actually pay attention to him

“ Someone close to him, someone with a grudge.” He determines.

Wait...he’s not implying..

“Where are you going with this?” Klaus asks

“Oh, isn’t obvious Klaus?” Diego taunts, “ He thinks one of us killed dad.”

Luther grunts, but doesn’t deny his accusation.

The room goes silent as everyone tries to come to terms with what was revealed.

“ Luther...” you start sadly, feeling hurt and betrayed.

“You do?” Klaus asks in disbelief

“How could you think that?” Vanya chimes in

“ is it really that far-fetched?” Luther defends himself, “ I mean, it’s not secret how much you all hate him.”

“Luther.” Alison says sternly

“ That’s not fair accusation, there’s no evidence or anything...” you say defending your siblings, “ Besides, no one came home until today. Trust me, I’d know.”

But that just turned him on you 

“ And where were you when he died?”

Your breath hitched, “ what?”

“ You’re the one who can heal people right? So where were you? Why didn’t you heal him?” He demands, “ Or did you let him die?”

“ Luther!” Alison shouts at him

You stay silent as you can’t think of anything to say. You already felt horrible about not being able to save your father. But yo hear it from Luther...

“I..” you start to say but get choked up. You feel the walls close up around you and the heavy gaze of these adults. You quickly stand up and run out of the room sniffing.

It was then that Luther realized what he just accused you of.

“Y/n wait..” he starts but you’re already gone by the time he spoke up. He turns to the rest of his siblings, facing their glares and betrayed looks.

“ Great job Luther.” Diego says sarcastically, “ Way to lead.”

And with that he walks out the room.

“That’s..that’s not what I’m saying”

“You’re crazy man. You’re crazy.” Klaus said getting up from his spot and grabbing his things. “Crazy”

“I..I wasn’t finished”

“ Okay, sorry I’m just gonna go get Y/n and have her help me murder mom.” Klaus sneers, “ You know, after I get her to stop crying, be right back.”

“That’s not what I was saying!” Luther says, “ I didn’t—“ he cuts himself off, seeing as everyone but Alison left.

Then she gets up to leave, but says this

“ That little girl has had it rough enough growing up here, she doesn’t need anymore from you.”

Then she walks out ignoring what Luther tries to say.

Leaving him all alone.

“That went well.”



[skarsgard-daydreams]

Masterlist

Welcome to my library of daydreams, stories, and drabbles about characters portrayed by Alexander Skarsgard and Bill Skarsgard. Pour yourself a cup of coffee, pull up a chair, and don’t forget to drop a comment or reblog if you like what you read. It truly does mean a lot to me! XOXO, Marie

Collections:

Unto Death (ongoing, collection) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Stories:

La Scapigliata (WIP, multi-chaptered) 18+ | Eric x OC

New Frontiers (complete, one-shot) | Eric x Pam

Rules of Engagement (complete, one-shot) | Eric x Pam

Masquerade (complete, one-shot) | Eric x Reader

Blood Oath (WIP, multi-chaptered) | Eric x Lagertha

Know Thyself (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Sweet Surrender (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Queen Regnant (complete, one-shot) | Eric x Freyda

Drabbles:

Elegy (complete, drabble) | Eric x Sookie

Bloody Valentine (complete, drabble) | Eric x Reader

Beauty Sleep (complete, drabble) | Eric x Reader

Mind Games (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Claustrophobia (complete, drabble) | Eric x Reader

Inebriation (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Aegir’s Promise (complete, drabble) | Eric x Reader

Open Invitation (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Afterlife (complete, drabble) | Eric x Pam

Blue Jeans (complete, drabble) | Eric x Pam

Fall of France (complete, drabble) | Eric x Pam

Love and War (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Dance of the Seven Veils (complete, drabble) | Eric x Pam

Role Reversal (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Pam

Second-in-Command (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader x Pam

Quid Pro Quo (complete, drabble) | Eric x Reader

Dark Desires (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Treading Water (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader x Pam

Light and Dark (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader

Winner Takes All (complete, drabble) 18+ | Eric x Reader x Pam

Folly of Man (complete, drabble) | Eric x Pam

Couture (complete, drabble) | Eric x Pam

Doubt (complete, drabble) | Eric x Reader

Stories:

Fell in Love with a Girl (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Axel x OC

My Doorbell (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Axel x Tattooed!Reader

Drabbles:

His Flower (complete, drabble) | Axel x OC

Fight or Flight (complete, drabble) | Axel x Reader

Movie Night (complete, drabble) 18+ | Axel x OC

Lunch Break (complete, drabble) 18+ | Axel x OC

Christmas Lights (complete, drabble) | Axel x OC

Collections:

Sound and Color (ongoing, collection) | The Kid x Teacher!Reader

Stories:

On the Nature of Daylight (complete, one-shot) | The Kid x Teacher!Reader

Son of Perdition (complete, one-shot) | no pairings

Drabbles:

Quantum Entanglement (complete, drabble) | The Kid x Teacher!Reader

Clair de Lune (complete, drabble) | The Kid x Teacher!Reader

Theory of Relativity (complete, drabble) | The Kid x Teacher!Reader

Causality (complete, drabble) | The Kid x Teacher!Reader

Father of Lies (complete, drabble) | no pairings

Drabbles:

Rain Check (complete, drabble) | Mateo x Reader (platonic)

Stories:

Voices Carry (WIP, multi-chaptered) 18+ | Merkel x OC

Schadenfreude (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Summer Fruit (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Drabbles:

A Comet Appears (complete, drabble) | Merkel x OC

Headache (complete, drabble) | Merkel x OC

Sweet Dreams (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Paper Jam (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Polizisten (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x OC

Sleeping Venus (complete, drabble) | Merkel x OC

Delicate Transitions (complete, drabble) | Merkel x OC

Fermata (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x OC

Genuflection (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Pfeffernüsse (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Christmas Pajamas (complete, drabble) | Merkel x Reader

Verboten (complete, drabble) | Merkel x OC

Mercy (complete, drabble) | Merkel x Reader

Lost in Translation (complete, drabble) | Merkel x Reader

Culture Shock (complete, drabble) | Merkel x Reader

End of an Era (complete, drabble) | Merkel x Reader

Pun Intended (complete, drabble) 18+ | Merkel x Reader

Collections:

Mickey and the Dog (complete, collection) | multiple pairings

Stories:

Scary Monsters and Super Creeps (complete, one-shot) | Mickey x Reader

Creature Fear (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Mickey x Reader

Gravity Rides Everything (complete, one-shot) 18+ | Mickey x OC

Drabbles: 

Float On (complete, drabble) | Mickey x Reader

Bender (complete, drabble) 18+ | Mickey x Pierced!Reader

Kaleidoscope (complete, drabble) 18+ | Mickey x OC

Home for the Holidays (complete, drabble) | Mickey x Reader

Ugly Sweater (complete, drabble) | Mickey x Reader

Pressure Point (complete, drabble) | Mickey x Reader

Man’s Best Friend (complete, drabble) 18+ | Mickey x Reader

Drabbles:

Pomegranate (complete, drabble) 18+ | Roman x Reader

Gatsby (complete, drabble) | Roman x Reader

Little Ghost (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Vanitas (complete, drabble) | Roman x Reader

Broken Glass (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

New Hire (complete, drabble) 18+ | Roman x Reader

Ultimatum (complete, drabble) | Roman x Reader

Sin of Omission (complete, drabble) | Roman x Pregnant!Reader

The Grinch (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Christmas Morning (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Santa Claus (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Ice Skating (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Nature vs. Nurture (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Witchcraft (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Panic Room (complete, drabble) 18+ | Roman x Reader

Wuthering Heights (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Karaoke (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Hypnosis (complete, drabble) | Roman x OC

Stories:

Howl (complete, one-shot) | Willard x OC

Drabbles:

Psalms (complete, drabble) 18+ | Willard x Reader

Night Terrors (complete, drabble) | Willard x OC

Ornaments (complete, drabble) | Willard x OC

Blossoming (complete, drabble) 18+ | Willard x Reader

Updated on May 27th, 2021

[thesmutbasement]

Welcome to The Control Room: Dom/Sub action to scratch that itch!

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Dulcis Part 1 & Dulcis Part 2 by @juletheghoul (Reader is a 2nd grade teacher and has to call Mr. & Mrs. York when their daughter Alice punches a boy at school. Dave sets his sights on the teacher and slowly draws her into his web, despite the fact that she's engaged. He's controlling and hot and kind of scary. This is hot Suburban Murder Daddy at his best!! -Claire)

Make Your Bed, Then Lie In It (Part 1) by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Well, apparently Claire enjoys a good mean!Dave York fic, because this was so hot that Claire promised herself she wasn't going to read it until she was finished with homework, but her little fingers just danced right over to the link during a "short break" and now here we are. I hope you're happy... because I SURE AM!! --Claire)… (And now we have been blessed with Part 2 and Claire is now a small puddle of just yearning and horny.)

We Can Do Better by @underwood0723 (Dom!Dave York x reader/wife, and he goes HARD and FILTHY. Please heed the warnings! And I'm a little scared, because Mary said she "didn't go full filthy" so now I'm wondering just what to expect now? Help?--Claire)

Wicked by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (This dom!Dave York piece was so hot that it made Claire break her "Friday" fic rec list and do a whole new Monday edition. It also made the author start writing more Dave York, so win-win for all of us!)

Din Djarin/Mando (The Mandalorian)

Drabble/Thots about Din by @frannyzooey (Please say a prayer and light a candle for Claire's coochie, it died from horniness after reading this very short, VERY HOT Ask about Din and ropes and goddamn, that was HOT. -Claire)

Just This Once by @mcfreakin-bxtch (This is a mean!Mando fic with a real hot fuck right up against the wall of the ship. Definitely need to keep a cold glass of water nearby while you read this, and maybe a fire extinguisher, too. Oh AND it’s just the first in the series. So have fun!! —Claire)

Rough Hands by @oscarseyebrow (Whoooo!!! This is pure, rough, decadent smut, and I loved every single word of it. Dom!Din welcoming wife!Reader home from her long work trip by roughing her up in the throne room? Come on… I didn’t have a chance against this fic. Give it a try!! -Claire)

Show Me, Feel Me, Teach Me by @parker-razor (Din's ship assistant is a virgin, and the truth comes to light one night during a drinking game. Parking this here in The Control Room because of the innocence kink, and Mando taking control in a soft!Dom way (soft!Dom until chapter 7, anyway) 🔥🔥🔥 to show her how good things could be. This was HOT!! As of this posting we're at 7 chapters. Can't wait for more! -Claire)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Yes Sir, Mr. Moreno by @absurdthirst (This is dom!Marcus Moreno and it is worth you clearing your schedule to read all 10k+ words. You will not be able to stand after reading this, like Claire, who temporarily lost function in her legs, so maybe clear a space to lay down, too.)

The Hammock by @radiowallet (This soft dom!Marcus Moreno two-parter is a part of Cat’s Poorly Wired Circuit series and if you haven’t read that yet then go to her masterlist, read that first, and then come back to read this. It is exactly what you think, sex in a hammock, but still every bit of exciting and HOT.) - Lauren

Step Into My Office, Baby by @deadhumourist (This delicious little one-shot features mean!Marcus Moreno doing some hardcore brat-taming when Reader storms into his office to protest some budget cuts. HOT HOT HOT! -Claire)

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Show Me Your True Colors by @221bshrlocked (Marcus Pike needs help with a counterfeit case from female Reader/Art Professor. After an exciting interrogation of the suspect, she asks Marcus over to her place for dinner. Their discussion of her erotic paintings leads to a VERY HOT dom!Marcus showing us what he can do. This is worth you clearing your afternoon schedule to read about 4 times! -Claire)

Stressed by @generallybrontidefeelings (A soft dom!Marcus Pike series to make you forget all your stresses where all you can think about is him railing you into next week. Pun from the interlude included. You’ll see. ) - Lauren

Take Charge by @littlepadika (Marcus notices that his female co-worker is extremely overworked and under-appreciated. He knows that what she needs is to be taken care of, and he’s just the man to do it. When she offers to help him brush up on his interrogation techniques, things heat up! -Claire)

Unexpected by @outercrasis (This scratched every dom!Marcus itch I had. There is something to be said about him looking so….innocent but the man knows his color system. 🥵 This might be called Unexpected, but I expect nothing less than filthy goodness when it comes to Birdie.) - Lauren

Zach Wellison (Brothers and Sisters)

Good Day by @yespolkadotkitty (I want you all to understand that YPDK is the Queen of writing hot shit for some of the lesser-known-but-no-less-hot Pedro characters, and this Zach Wellison fic is a prime example! Reader asks Zach to dominate her a little and he delivers!! Oh good lord does he deliver! I've read it about four different times now. Four. Please go follow my lead. -Claire)

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

The Rest Of You by @ezrasbirdie (This was so fucking hot that I just about had an out of body experience. 🥵🔥 Birdie is the queen of writing smut. Just a warning: make sure you don’t have any plans after reading this one. Clear your calendar because all you’ll be able to think about is being tied up by this cowboy.) - Lauren

Whiskey's Bad Girl mini-series by @just-here-for-the-moment (Yeah, that's right, I'm posting my own hot shit here, because if you're after some HOT dom!Whiskey and how he punishes his "bad girl" then you're in for a treat! Shameless self-promotion, people! It's how we get eyeballs on our work!! -Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Buttons by @littlepadika and @beskarprincessjenny (Dom!Frankie brings me to my knees every goddamn time. You decide to be a little brat and rile him up to get him to be a feral mess while you’re out with his friends. Give me my punishment reward by allowing me to have their Frankie. This is a pussy clencher I’ll tell you that much, but you’ll just have to read and find out yourself.) - Lauren

To be continued...

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

[coppolesque]

Book list

Miss peregrine 5 / Let it snow / Histoire de Lisey / Le seigneur des anneaux 2 / + LSDA 3 / Twilight 1 / + Twilight 2 / + Twilight 3 / + Twilight 4 / Running man / Rêves et cauchemars / Le fléau / Insomnie /Différentes saisons / Orgeuil et préjugés / Emma / Raison et sentiments / Histoire de la Russie / Suzon / Claire / La Voleuse de Livres /Histoire de L'Europe / La Couleur des Sentiments / La servante écarlate / + Les Testaments / Alias Grace / Effacée / + Brisée / + Fracturée / Summerset Abbey / Olympe / Roméo et Juliette / Voyages de Gulliver / Anna Karénine / Le roi fantôme / La guerre et la paix I / + La guerre et la paix II / Dictionnaire de la mythologie / La mythologie Gréco-romain / W ou le souvenir d'enfance / Journal d'Anne Frank / Le monde de Sophie / Find me / Divergente 2 / + Divergente 3 / Carpe Diem / The Great Gatsby / The Virgin Suicides / Marlena / Girl, interrupted / The language of thorns / The Picture of Dorian Gray / Voyage au centre de la terre / Le Fantôme de l'opéra / Madame Bovary / Marie-Antoinette: femme réelle, femme mythique / La fille du train / The ballad of songbirds and snakes / Les contes des frères Grimm / Contes des particuliers / Les contes de Beedle le Barde / Traité sur la Tolérance / 20,000 Years of Fashion / Gravity Falls: Journal 3 / Oliver Twist / Tout savoir sur les vampires /Amour et Autres Enchantements /Atonement / Picnic at Hanging Rock / Macbeth / Hamlet / Lolita / Carrie / Frankenstein / L'histoire de l'art en BD / The Bell Jar / Valley of the Dolls / The Little Dictionary Of Fashion / Le monde de Charlie / The song of Achilles / Narnia 1 / + Narnia 2 / + Narnia 3 / + Narnia 4/ + Narnia 5 / + Narnia 6 / + Narnia 7 / A Series of Unfortunate Events 1 / + ASOUE 2 / + ASOUE 3 / + ASOUE 4 / + ASOUE 5 / + ASOUE 6 / + ASOUE 7 / + ASOUE 8 / + ASOUE 9 / + ASOUE 10 / + ASOUE 11 / + ASOUE 12 / + ASOUE 13 /The Secret Garden / Anne Of Green Gables / Black Beauty / Heidi / Percy Jackson 1 / + PJ 2 / + PJ 3 / + PJ 4 / + PJ 5 / Harry Potter 4 / + HP 5 / + HP 6 / + HP 7 / The Secret History / Le siècle des excès / Little Women / Histoire de l'extrême droite en France / L'Iliade / L'Odyssée / The Oxford Book Of Japanese Short Stories / D'une / Sense and Sensibility / The Complete Sherlock Holmes / Dracula / 1984 / Da Vinci Code / Don Quijote De La Mancha / Romancero Gitano / Le Monde selon Flaubert / La gauche en France / Histoire des États-Unis De 1492 à nos jours. /Manifeste du Parti communiste (Karl Marx) / Pensées pour moi-même (Marc Aurèle) / Le socialisme en France et en Europe: XIXe-XXe siècle / Sans raison (Mehdy Brunet) / L'Ami Prodigieuse 1 / + L'Ami Prodigieuse 2 / + L'Ami Prodigieuse 3 / + L'Ami Prodigieuse 4 /Middlemarch / I'm thinking of ending things / Bunny / Then She Was Gone / The Silent Patient / Evelina / Basic Writings on Politics and Philosophy /The Works of Lord Byron / The Four Fondamental Concepts of Psycho-Analysis / The Night Circus / Circe / All the light we cannot see / The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue / Turtles All The Way Down / Renegades / The Starless Sea / Legend Born / To Best The Boys / Stalking Jack The Ripper / The Betrayals / The furies / The woman in cabin 10 / Lovely War / Cruel Beauty /Luckiest Girl Alive / Some kind of happiness / Le diable s'habille en Prada / Vengeance en Prada / Sharp Objects/ Black Butler/ Valkyrie Apocalypse/ Les paradis perdus/ Le goût de Marie-Antoinette/ Coraline/ Rebecca/ Nevermoor 1/ N2/ N+7/ spirou et fantasio (55 tomes) / dents d'ours x 6/

[doubleattitude]

Radix Dance Convention, Las Vegas, NV: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Rookie Solo

1st: Mila Renae-’Soldier’

1st: Melina Blitz-’The Poet Creature’

2nd: Aliya Yen-’Loyal, Brave & True’

3rd: Sebastian Mancini-’Guerrerio’

4th: Dylan Reuss-���Lost Boy’

5th: Bella Mendez-’Pump’

6th: Emma Acosta-’Lip Gloss’

7th: Lexi Yeackle-’I Will Wait’

8th: Kaiya Carrillo-’Love Shack’

8th: Rylan Farrales-’Stand In The Light’

9th: Enslee Moore-’Ooh Child’

10th: Olivia Caylor-’Queen Bee’

Mini Solo

1st: Kinley Cunningham-’Glam’

2nd: Fiona Wu-’Red Dust’

3rd: Joy Line-’Broken Dreams’

3rd: Carrigan Paylor-’Orange Colored Sky’

3rd: Karyna Majeroni-’Pistolet’

3rd: Keelyn Jones-’Slowly Fading’

3rd: Fiona Sartain-’The Way You Move’

4th: Starr Castro-’Bang Bang’

4th: Peyton Szuberla-’Glacier’

4th: Addison Price-’We Will Not Give In’

5th: Madelyn Murphy-���Desierto’

5th: Roxie Onellion-’Drifting Down’

6th: Esprit Frank-’Grains’

6th: Claire Gestring-’On The Mast of Faith’

7th: Tiara Sherman-’Cielo’

7th: Jenna Le-’Matters to Me’

7th: Cerys Cogswell-’Pure Imagination’

8th: Jacob Barrow-’Shifting’

8th: Aurora Brady-’Hit The Road Jack’

8th: Cha Cha Shen-’Here I Come’

8th: Alyssa Mastroianni-’Crippled Bird’

8th: Leah Munson-’Copy Cat’

8th: Claire Hansen-’By The Roses’

8th: Peyton Nowacki-’Angels to Fly’

9th: Annabella Atkinson-’The Dutch Girl’

9th: Eden Hawkins-’Shadow’

9th: Olive O’Connell-’Live Like Legends’

9th: Ella King-’Like A River’

9th: Tatum Brady-’Fall Creek’

9th: Oliviana Mancini-’At Peace’

10th: Leighton Brandt-’Legs’

10th: Annie Carlson-’Young’

Junior Solo

1st: Kylie Kaminsky-’The Offering’

2nd: Brooke Toro-’As The Dust Settles’

2nd: Coltrane Vodicka-’Moon River’

2nd: Alita Kneeland-’Spine

2nd: Makaia Roux-’Unbound’

3rd: Alexis Mayer-’Vivid

4th: Emmy Claire Kaiden-’Eyesore’

4th: Naia Parker-’Lit’

5th: Bella Kidder-’Feeling Good’

5th: Hope Edwards-’Gravity’

5th: Lucy Cavender-’Material Girl’

5th: Isabelle Zorrilla-’Orion’

5th: Kira Chan-’Pump’

5th: Kendyl Fay-’To Build A Home’

5th: Aaliyah Dixon-’Toxic’

6th: Mackenzie Kleveno-’Lost It To Trying’

6th: Taytum Ruckle-’Perfect Lie’

6th: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’

7th: Victoria Johnson-’Genius’

7th: Aedyn Bekker-’New York State of Mind’

7th: Brianna Gorksi-’Night Sky’

8th: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’

8th:Lexi Godwin-’Debut’

8th: Casey Cheung-’I Remember’

8th: Ava Hill-’Shallow’

9th: Izzy Wadington-’Final Solution’

9th: Jovie Leigh Ugerio-’Ring Them Bells’

10th: Madison De Dios-’On My Mind’

10th: Clare Loftus-’Restless Night’

10th: Delaney Bojorquez-’Tessellate’

Teen Solo

1st: Ashur Taylor-’Relax’

2nd: Cydney Heard-’Black Mourning’

2nd: Gianna Mojonnier-’Inside Outside’

2nd: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’

2nd: Coco Saul-’Transportin’

3rd: Jadyn Saigusa-’Wonderlust’

3rd: Emily Madden-’Vibeology’

3rd: Calli Perryman-’Still Running’

3rd: Michelle Cheng-’Sinking’

3rd: Georgia Ehrlich-’On My Mind’

3rd: Tyler Chiyuto-’Llarona’

3rd: Blanche Arnold-’How To Be Your Own Person’

3rd: Ava Lynn-’Everything’s Alright’

3rd: Addison Middleton-’Dark Dissonance’

4th: Charlotte Cogan-’You’

4th: Hailey Meyers-’Standing Still’

4th: Isiah Bowens-’Miss You’

4th: Avery Hall-’If I Think’

4th: Luke Barrett-’Eden’

4th: Emma Donnelly-’Departure’

4th: Ava Kendall-’Always On My Mind’

5th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’

5th: Angelika Edejer-’Toxic Thoughts’

5th: Riley Platenberg-’Talking Points’

5th: Annabelle Mang-’One Small Step’

5th: Sabine Nehls-’No Regrets’

5th: Ella Montano-’Lonely’

5th: Natalie Bowen-’I Think I’m Alone Now’

5th: Cade Clark-’I Can’t Move’

5th: Berlynn Gonzalez-’Hero’

5th: Courtney Chiu-’Fever’

5th: Drew Rosen-’Exhalation’

5th: Rachel Polizzotto-’Entrapment’

5th: Raven Alanes-’Confusion’

5th: Mikaella Lopez-’Blues-y’

5th: Izzy Howard-’Amen’

6th: Sophia Oppegard-’You Can’t Leave’

6th: Elle O’Donnell-’Slowly’

6th: Lily Godwin-’Ode to Divorce’

6th: Aubrie Stoehr-’Now I Cry’

6th: Sofia Mah-’Life’

6th: Mia Ibach-’Koladi Ola’

6th: Piper Rovsek-’Innate Abstraction’

6th: Sakura Amano-’I Love You’

6th: Sophia Albornoz-’Even When It Hurts’

6th: Sammi Chung-’eight’

6th: Ella Sheppard-’Do You’

6th: Ally Cheung-’Cut The World’

6th: Kate Seleno-’Curtain Call’

6th: Kayla Harrison-’Crumbling’

7th: Kennedy Blazek-’Zilla’

7th: Libby Haye-’Work Song’

7th: Katelyn Neasham-’Touch’

7th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’Scat’

7th: Lauren Pond-’Satellite Heart’

7th: Aleyna Laba-’Playdoh’

7th: Linda Diaz-’Paper Moon’

7th: Maya Krajicek-’Idea for Strings’

7th: Kennie Shen-’Feeling Good’

7th: Jenna Tarry-’Down The Line’

7th: Ava Thorp-’Blue Notebook’

7th: Emma Hellenkamp-’Blackbird’

7th: Felix Fulton-’A Dream I Can’t Forget’

8th: Dempsey Foxson-’Vain’

8th: Carys Ashby-’The Empress’

8th: Angelica Keamy-’Research’

8th: Melina Gurich-’Net Works’

8th: Raina Wu-’Looking In’

8th: Alexis Olson-’Just Say That’

8th: Gabi D’Ambra-’In For the Kill’

8th: Piper Camm-’Drones’

8th: Scotlynn Potter-’Cinematic Plea for an End’

8th: Ava Saremaslani-’Canvas’

9th: Maile Cochran-’Tesselate’

9th: Jera Linkins-’Put Your Records On’

9th: Kayla Seitel-’Monster’

9th: Alexis Ahn-’Brighter Days’

9th: Brayden Owens-’Tux’

10th: Addyson Smith-’Ecdysis’

10th: Presslie Novits-’Let Me Entertain You’

10th: Siena Riga-’Naked’

10th: Mandy Boaz-’Pink’

10th: Brooklyn Piano-’Solitary’

10th: Destiny Harris-’Up’

Senior Solo

1st: Alex Shulman-’In System’

1st: Ella Horan-’Silk’

2nd: Jade Bucci-’Sacrifice’

3rd: Alexis Weldner-’Release’

3rd: Jemoni Powe-’Second Thought’

4th: Brianna Sanchez-’Stolen’

4th: Charlotte Foldes-’You Forget Everything’

5th: Izzy Burton-’Gimme’

6th: Mallory McKenna-’I’m Lonely’

6th: Julian Menendez-’Note to Self’

6th: Kennedy Barry-’The Distance Between’

7th: Makaila Teagle-’Breathe Into Me’

7th: Vanessa Valenzuela-’Poem About Death’

7th: Bailey Holt-’Rose Water’

8th: Emmy Cheung-’Nostos’

8th: Alex Andrada-’Still In Love’

9th: Nina Sawaya-’All I Wanted’

9th: Lauren Polizzotto-’Distant Echos’

9th: Reese Willis-’Godspeed’

9th: Hannah Averbuck-’Got2BReal’

9th: Savannah Laughton-’Nostalgia’

10th: Izabel Hurtado-’Film Credits’

10th: Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Mirrored Heart’

10th: Megan Chie-’You’

Rookie Duo/Trio

1st: Studio Fusion-’Kansas City’

1st: Danceology-’Time of My Life’

2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Tomorrow’

3rd: Notion Dance Concepts-’MILK $’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Respect’

2nd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Midnight Train’

3rd: Studio X-’Vogue’

3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’We Are’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’And So It Is’

2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Inception’

3rd: Danceology-’Celloopa’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Everything Is In Line’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Make Me High’

2nd: Danceology-’Busy Signal’

3rd: Danceology-’Smile In The Rain’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Refuse’

2nd: Studio Kin-’The Night We Met’

3rd: Studio Kin-’Never Love Again’

Rookie Group

1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’

3rd: Danceology-’Kingdom’

Mini Group

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’

2nd: Danceology-’Happy’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

Junior Group

1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’

3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’

Teen Group

1st: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’

Senior Group

1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

3rd: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’

3rd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’

Open Group

1st: Community Dance Training-’The Place You Left’

Rookie Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’

3rd: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Mini Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

2nd: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’

3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’

Junior Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

2nd: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’

3rd: Danceology-’Backbone’

Teen Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’

1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’

3rd: Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Senior Line

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’

2nd: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’

3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

Mini Extended Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’

2nd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’

3rd: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

3rd: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Danceology-’Above Below’

2nd: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’

3rd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’

Mini Production

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’

Junior Production

1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’

2nd: Danceology-’Blind Faith’

3rd: Danceology-’Level Up’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Rookie Jazz

1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Look Out Weekend’

Rookie Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’

Rookie Hip-Hop

1st: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Rookie Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’ 2nd: Danceology-’Kingdom’

Rookie Lyrical

1st: Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini Jazz

1st: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’ 3rd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’

Mini Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’The Invitation’ 2nd: Danceology-’Scarf Dance’ 3rd: Danceology-’Polinaise’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Get Up’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Pure Water’

Mini Tap

1st: Danceology-’Happy’ 2nd: Danceology-’Luck be A Lady’ 3rd: Danceology-’Word Up’

Mini Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’ 3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’ 3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Roar’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Beautiful Thing’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Lighthouse’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’ 2nd: Studio Kin-’Mean & Green’

Mini Ballroom

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’ 2nd: Danceology-’Favorite Things’

Mini Specialty

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Salient’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’I Think I Love You’

Junior Jazz

1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Junior Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’ 2nd: Danceology-’Paquita’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passarinjo’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Danceology-’Level Up’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Lose Control’

Junior Tap

1st: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Danceology-’Blind Faith’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Salvation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’You Will Be Found’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Black Friday Fiasco’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Nicest Kids In Town’

Junior Specialty

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’ 2nd: Danceology-’Backbone’ 2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’

Teen Jazz

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Shadow Work’ 1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Boom Pow’ 2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Feeling Super Down’ 3rd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Sweet Melody’

Teen Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Studio Kin-’Hustle’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Diva’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’All That Matters’

Teen Tap

1st: Danceology-’Mr. Blue Sky’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’ 3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

Teen Lyrical

1st: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’ 3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Out of Hiding’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Singular Sensation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Footloose’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Movimento’

Teen Specialty

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’ 2nd: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passage’

Senior Jazz

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’ 2nd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’ 3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’ 2nd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’ 3rd: Danceology-’Above Below’ 3rd: Studio Fusion-’Weight of Silence’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

Senior Specialty

1st: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Senior Ballroom

1st: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’

Best of Radix:

Rookie

The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’

Danceology-’Ladies Room’

Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’

Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini

The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

Danceology-’Happy’

Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’

Motion State Studios-’Sisters’

Junior

Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

Danceology-’Rich Girl’

Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Hey Hi Hello’

Motion State Studios-’Always, Forever’

 Murrieta Dance Project-’Luminous’

Teen

Academy of Nevada Ballet Theater-’The Great Realization’

Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’The Need for One Another’

Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Memories’

Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’

Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’

Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’No Ordinary Love’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

Senior

Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Echos’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

Danceology-’Above Below’

Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’

Studio Fusion-’Coconut’

West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’

Studio Standout:

Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’

Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

[kanghyeokk]

📌 Hello! I’m Xu and I translate for L&N sometimes. (And occasionally ToT PVs too, but everything’s on Twitter.) My biases are Sariel, Osborn and Charlie, and my priority for translations will also follow that order from this point on. I’m more active on Twitter, I post most updates there first~

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If you’re interested in reading translated content that you don’t see here, please check out this post instead!

Once again, I only translate content that I like in my free time, so updates will be infrequent, and I don’t have the time to take requests. This list is updated frequently! Those marked with a ❤️ are videos I really recommend that you check out~ Everything is uploaded in chronological order in their respective sections. 

I randomly translate moments (friend circle posts if you will) that I find interesting on twitter, I’ve compiled them into a twitter moment here

Jesse’s birthday MV: 「Zero Jetlag」 [EN SUB]

Jesse’s Character Theme Song 「Teenage Portrait」[EN SUB] Light and Night 1st Anniversary PV: 【Blossoms & Prologue】[EN SUB]

L&N x Marie Claire | Charlie’s Interview

L&N First Anniversary Login Voicelines

(EN SUB) A Rosy Summer’s Poem: His Anniversary Message ❤️

[EN SUB] Charlie’s 2nd Birthday PV: [Summertime Fuga]

Wings of Love: Charlie’s 2nd Birthday || Light and Night x Yellow River Estuary National Park || [EN SUB] Charlie x Boucheron PV

[EN SUB] Sariel’s 2nd Birthday PV: 「A Thousand Mountains Share the Autumn Breeze」

[EN SUB] Whispers of the Leap Month: Charlie // “Lose Control” PV

[EN SUB] Main Story C17&18 PV: “Wretched Love”

[TBA]

Ch. 15 & 16 PV: 「For Whom the Sun Rises」

Osborn: 

Osborn's 520 Call 「Energy to wake up」

Osborn’s 1st Anniversary Call 「The Racing Track’s Finishing Line」

Sariel: 

Sariel's 520 Call 「Lovers' Beach」

Sariel’s 1st Anniversary Call 「A Special Day」

Sariel’s 2022 Birthday Call “A Glimpse of Eternity” ❤️

Charlie: 

Charlie's 520 Call 「Mystery Code」

Jesse: 

Jesse’s Spring event: [A season to get drunk] 

[quietya]

Black Lives Matter: A Reading List

On this blog, we believe Black Lives Matter. I’ve been quiet here because I’ve just been absorbing and listening and loud on other platforms. But I wanted to take the time and share some books by Black authors that may not be on your radar, books besides The Hate U Give and Dear Martin and Children of Blood and Bone (though I hope you’re reading those too, you’ve probably heard of them at this point). It also won’t just be books about Black pain because Black people have a huge range of experiences and they all deserve to be heard.

All the links in this post will go to Mahogany Books, a Black owned bookstore in Washington, D.C. that does ship. If I can’t find it on their website, the link will go to Semicolon Bookstore, another Black owned indie bookstore, this one located in Chicago’s, Bookshop page. Please note that many books are currently backordered because there’s a huge rush on books by Black authors (especially anti-racist books) right now and there was already a paper shortage and delays in printing because of COVID-19. If that’s the case, check your local library’s digital resources or check other bookstores since they all have varying stock.

Non-Fiction

We Are Not Yet Equal by Carol Anderson and Tonya Bolden Say Her Name by Zetta Elliott This Book is Anti-Racist by Tiffany Jewell and Aurelia Durand All Boys Aren’t Blue by George M. Johnson Stamped by Ibram X. Kendi and Jason Reynolds Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

Contemporary and Historical

Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo Solo by Kwame Alexander and Mary Rand Hess The Wicker King by K. Ancrum Inventing Victoria by Tonya Bolden Saving Savannah by Tonya Bolden Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender This is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kacen Callender Finding Yvonne by Brandy Colbert Little and Lion by Brandy Colbert Pointe by Brandy Colbert The Revolution of Birdie Randolph by Brandy Colbert The Voting Booth by Brandy Colbert Tyler Johnson Was Here by Jay Coles Tiffany Sly Lives Here Now by Dana L. Davis The Voice in My Head by Dana L. Davis When the Stars Lead to You by Ronni Davis I Wanna Be Where You Are by Kristina Forest Now That I’ve Found You by Kristina Forest Full Disclosure by Camryn Garrett Endangered by Lamar Giles Fake ID by Lamar Giles Not So Pure and Simple by Lamar Giles Overturned by Lamar Giles Spin by Lamar Giles A Love Hate Thing by Whitney D. Grandison Allegedly by Tiffany D. Jackson Grown by Tiffany D. Jackson Let Me Hear a Rhyme by Tiffany D. Jackson Monday’s Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson This is My America by Kim Johnson You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson I’m Not Dying with You Tonight by Kim Jones and Gilly Segal If It Makes You Happy by Claire Kann Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann 37 Things I Love (In No Particular Order) by Kekla Magoon How It Went Down by Kekla Magoon Light It Up by Kekla Magoon By Any Means Necessary by Candice Montgomery Home and Away by Candice Montgomery Slay by Brittney Morris Dear Haiti, Love Alaine by Maika Moulite and Maritza Moulite Who Put This Song On? by Morgan Parker The Field Guide to the North American Teenager by Ben Philippe Girls Like Us by Randi Pink Sorry Not Sorry by Jaime Reed All-American Boys by Jason Reynolds The Boy in the Black Suit by Jason Reynolds For Every One by Jason Reynolds Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds Look Both Ways by Jason Reynolds When I Was the Greatest by Jason Reynolds Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds Truly Madly Royally by Debbie Rigaud The Blossom and the Firefly by Sherri L. Smith Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith Jackpot by Nic Stone Odd One Out by Nic Stone All the Things We Never Knew by Liara Tamani Calling My Name by Liara Tamani On the Come Up by Angie Thomas Piecing Me Together by Renee Watson This Side of Home by Renee Watson Watch Us Rise by Renee Watson and Ellen Hagan The Beauty That Remains by Ashley Woodfolk When You Were Everything by Ashley Woodfolk If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon American Street by Ibi Zoboi Black Enough edited by Ibi Zoboi Pride by Ibi Zoboii

Sci-Fi and Fantasy Daughters of Nri by Reni K. Amayo The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum Kingdom of Souls by Rena Barron Cinderella is Dead by Kalynn Bayron Black Girl Unlimited by Echo Brown A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A. Brown A Phoenix First Must Burn edited by Patrice Caldwell The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton Mirage by Somaiya Daud The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow Pet by Akwaeke Emezi Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko Dread Nation by Justina Ireland Love is the Drug by Alaya Dawn Johnson The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson A River of Royal Blood by Amanda Joy A Blade So Black by L.L. McKinney Agnes at the End of the World by Kelly McWilliams The Black Veins by Ashia Monet A Song Below Water by Bethany C. Morrow Akata Witch by Nendi Okorafor Shadowshaper by Danielle Jose Older Beasts Made of Night by Tochi Onyebuchi War Girls by Tochi Onyebuchi Dorothy Must Die by Danielle Paige Orleans by Sherri L. Smith Given by Nandi Taylor

This isn’t a complete list and I probably missed a bunch - especially since this list is very focused on mainstream publishing. I also added a few books that aren’t out yet, but are coming out this summer. But this is a starting place for whatever kind of YA book you want to read.

[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Fire Keeper: Chapter 15

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures.

Chapter 15 summary: Just as you and Douxie get back to Arcadia the Eternal Night begins. 

You stroked Archie as Douxie drove the three of you back to Arcadia. It had been a pretty silent drive with you drifting in and out of sleep, but you were awake now and you and Douxie were singing along to some music you were playing via your phone.

It was a lot of fun and it made you even happier to see Douxie smiling again. You looked back out the window before he could catch you staring.

A new song came on and you began to sing, but your phone ringing cut you off. You unplugged the aux cord and answered it.

“Hey, mom. We just got back. We’re almost in Arcadia.”

“Y/n, something happened, can you come to the school?” She asked, her voice filled with urgency.

“Um, yeah. I’ll be right there.” You hung up and looked to Douxie. “That was my mom, something happened.”

“I can drop you off and then you can pick up your car tomorrow?” Douxie suggested and you nodded.

The two of you continued singing, but you were distracted by your thoughts. Your brain had decided to conjure up thoughts of all the worst possible scenarios.

Thankfully you didn’t have to suffer through the scenarios as you arrived at the school. You hopped out of the car and thanked Douxie.

You immediately sensed auras on the roof and while they all seemed relatively calm and a little anxious, you didn’t sense Jim’s.

You decided to forgo the stairs and you flew yourself up to the roof. You arrived to see everyone but Jim. Even Merlin was there, but you didn’t see your brother. However, you did see a troll in the eclipse armor. You stared wide-eyed at him and dove into his aura. If you peeled back a few layers you found your brothers.

“Jim?” You asked, alerting everyone to your arrival.

“Hey Y/n,” he greeted, smiling nervously.

“Are you okay?” You asked, concern for your little brother consuming you.

“Kinda,” he admitted and you ran over to hug him. Tears pricked your eyes when you realized how much taller he was now.

“What happened?” You asked as you pulled away from him, but you still held his hand.

“I needed to become stronger and Merlin did this.” He gestured to himself.

“But you were already great,” you whispered. You could sense the pain and fear and Jim’s aura and it made your tears run faster. The best word to describe your mood was ‘furious’ and the cause of your anger was Merlin.

You had been home for about three seconds and you were already ready to fight the old man. You were only holding back because you didn’t want to start something or upset Jim.

“Ah so this is the Trollhunter’s sister?” Merlin asked and you were seriously ready to throw hands. You had really expected Merlin to be cooler from what Douxie described.

You scowled. “I am, and not only that, I’m a sorceress.”

“Really?” Merlin asked, interest showing on his face.

“Yes, and what were you thinking? How could you do this to him?” You asked.

“I didn’t do anything. It was his choice, I just created the means. In the end you will thank me.”

You decided to be mature and ignore Merlin. It was the best way to calm down. It also helped when you remembered that Merlin was able to see the future. Maybe Jim becoming a half-troll was a good thing?

You turned to Jim. “Don’t worry Jimbo, you still have your looks,” you joked trying to make light of the situation.

He chuckled. “Thanks.”

You looked at the rest of the group and you noticed Strickler standing very close to your mom. You decided to be mature and read their auras before attacking Strickler and you were presently surprised to sense forgiveness in your moms aura and caring in Strickler’s. Maybe he wasn’t that bad.

You put on a small smile. “Why don’t we walk home and you explain everything that's been going on this past week to me.”

“There’s something you should know about our trip to find Merlin,” Jim said once you all had gotten down from the roof.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, sensing the sad shift in everyone’s auras.

Jim looked down. “Draal didn’t make it. H-he died back when we were getting Merlin’s staff. Draal took a dagger for me, Angor Rot killed him.”

You looked at the rest of the group and saw sadness shining in your eyes. You began to cry again and Jim hugged you. “I-I can’t believe it,” you sobbed.

“I know I’m sorry. But we are going to avenge him,” Jim promised. You sniffed, looking up at him. He was so grown up now and you were incredibly proud.

You took a deep breath. “I know we will.”

~~~~

Last night as all of you walked home the group recounted the events of the last week to you and you had to admit a lot had happened. Now it was time to defeat Morgana and Gunmar.

That morning you had gone over the plan and you had to say, while you were nervous and scared, but you were excited to end this. It would all be over soon and hopefully your brother and Merlin would come out victorious.

And while they did that, you were on crowd control with Douxie. You wouldn’t have regular civilians dying, not if you had something to say about it.

You stood on the sidelines with Douxie watching Aja and Krel play their music. The crowd seemed very excited for Krel’s DJ-ing, but you were a ball of nerves. Claire was supposed to arrive soon and tell everyone to go and find someplace safe.

You bit your lip as Señior Uhl announced Mama Skull and Claire walked onto the stage in her armor.

You barely listened to her speech, but you could tell nobody was understanding how much danger they were in. That is until the sky darkened and gumm-gumms appeared.

You tried to call everyone to you, but they just panicked. Unsure of what to do, you and Douxie just began to fight. The less gumm-gumms there were the less chance of people dying, right?

You summoned your sword and immediately sliced through one as you sent a magic blast at another. You heard someone scream on stage and you and Douxie ran over there. You noticed he didn’t have a weapon and you wondered what he was going to be able to do with just a guitar.

Apparently he could do a lot. He hit a gumm-gumm that was terrorizing Mary and Darci over the head, knocking it out cold.

“I've always hated those twits!” he grumbled. You went over to finish the job while he helped Mary and Darci.

You walked back over to Douxie who Mary and Darci were swooning over and you rolled your eyes. “Come on Romeo, we need to get these people to safety.”

“Alright, Ladies follow us.” Douxie took off and you followed him.

“Where should we take them?” You asked. “We need some place big enough to fit a ton of people.”

“The school!” Douxie responded. You turned the corner and found some gumm-gumms harassing some of the old guys who like to play chess in the gazebo.

You held out your sword and charged the creatures, easily taking them down while Douxie covered your back. The two of you made a very good team.

Soon the street was cleared of the black and green monstrosities, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. “We need to get going,” you said helping the old men up.

Your ever growing group made your way through the town with Douxie up front and you guarding the rear. Occasionally you ran into gumm-gumms, but you and Douxie took care of them easily.

Soon you made it to the school. You used your magic to unlock the doors and you had to admit you were proud of yourself.

You watched as Douxie led everyone across the street. Things seemed to be going your way for the time being and you hoped all of your friends were doing okay. You didn’t know how you would go on if you lost anyone else.

Another tremor hit and you wobbled on your feet. Tremors had been occurring all day, but this one felt different.

The cause of the tremor was soon revealed when you heard a roar. It was a roar you had only ever heard once before, and that had been in the Darklands. You watched everyone freeze in the middle of the street as a gigantic black and green snake thing turned towards all of you. It could probably smell the fear radiating off of everyone.

“Fuzz buckets,” Douxie cursed as the Nyarlagroth charged. There was no time to make any mistakes so you just decided to call upon your magic. An orange glow surrounded the Arcadians and they floated into the air. You heard shouts of surprise, but you didn’t have time to warn them as you threw them inside the school.

You went to chase after them, but you instead saw a kitten standing in the middle of the Nyarlagroth’s path. There was no way you were going to let something bad happen to the adorable ball of white fluff, so you did what any compassionate human would do. You ran towards the kitten and picked it up.

Unfortunately now both of you were in the Nyarlagroth’s path, but you weren’t there for long.

You and the kitten glowed blue and you were yanked towards Douxie who caught you. He carried you bridal style into the school, gently setting you down before the group of Arcadians.

“Um, thanks,” you mumbled.

“Anytime, thanks for getting the kitten. I didn’t see it.”

“Of course.”

“What now?” Someone asked and you turned to face them. You didn’t have to be an aura reader to sense that these people were afraid. But what you weren’t expecting was for them to be determined.

“I know you might not be happy to be stuck in here, unable to do anything, but in here you are safer. I also understand how scary this is. Right now Douxie and I need to take care of that giant snake thing so we can make this place safer.” You looked at all the terrified faces and sighed when you noticed that your speech didn’t seem to be impacting them. “Okay, look. We’ve all lived in Arcadia for a while and I’m sure many of you have noticed the weird things that go on around here. There are different creatures that live here who aren’t human, but this is their home too. Those bad guys out there have taken their home before and are trying to take it again as well as ours. There aren’t many people who can do something about it, but those who can are out there, fighting for you and they are going to win. But to do that, they need you in here where you’re safe so they don’t have to worry about you. It may seem scary now, but if we all do our part things will work out!”

You looked again and noticed that everyone seemed to be calmer and even more determined than they were before. “Good luck!” Someone called and you smiled.

“We’ll be back soon,” Douxie said, holding the door for you.

You reluctantly gave the kitten to Phil and Jerry, the two the old guys you had saved. “Now let’s go take care of that Nyarlagroth.”

~~~~

“I didn’t know you gave inspirational speeches,” Douxie joked once you were outside.

“It’s one of my many hidden talents,” you replied smiling at him.

You and Douxie raced to the top of the school to get a good view and you saw the Nyarlagroth circling the school.

“When Jim was in the darklands he stopped one by overwhelming it’s sense of smell,” you explained. “We need to find something that will do that.”

“This is a school, there’s got to be tons of  gross laundry here,” Douxie suggested.

You bit your lip. “I hope this works.”

“Me too,” Douxie sighed, looking one last time at the beast. His aura was buzzing with worry.

“We’ve got this,” you said, pulling him back down the stairs. The two of you went looking for the laundry and you plugged your nose as you levitated it out of the school. “This should be fine.”

“Good.” Douxie chuckled. “I hope these kids won’t be mad about us feeding their stuff to the Nyarlagroth.”

“I think they’ll be fine.” You set the hampers down to catch a breather. “Okay, I’ll go across the street and when the Nyarlagroth comes around be ready to fling this stuff into its mouth.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Douxie said, jokingly saluting you.

You gave a small smile before running across the street, levitating your baskets behind you.

You heard the Nyarlagroth before you saw it. Hiding in an Alley you levitated the hampers and got ready to shove them into the beast’s mouth.

It roared and you sent the disgusting laundry flying into its mouth. You watched as Douxie’s hampers flew in after yours.

It froze and you took it distraction as an opportunity.

“Douxie blast it, I’m gonna go stab it!” You explained, ever eloquent.

You leapt into the air and onto the Nyarlagroth’s back. You felt the beast shift as Douxie began to blast it. Quickly you located a space between its scales and you squeezed your eyes closed as you thrust your sword into it. You pushed it into the hilt and watched as it slowly turned to stone. You felt bad, but you knew it would kill everyone if given the chance.

You floated off the Nyarlagroth and down to the ground where Douxie hugged you.

“We did it!” He celebrated. “You did amazing.”

“Thanks, but we both did amazing.”

You high fived in celebration. The Nyarlagroth was now a pile of useless stones and the People of Arcadia were mostly saved.

However, the celebration couldn’t last long. You had work to do. You and Douxie placed anti gumm-gumm sigils around the house and then went to go look for more people. Soon you had gathered quite a few and you were bringing them back to the cool when you saw a horde of goblins.

Stood to challenge them while Douxie got the people inside. The goblins charged at you and you blasted a few before they got too close.

The leader leapt up at you and you sliced him with your sword. This only angered the rest of them causing them to fight with more vigor. But you were fighting for the safety of your town.

Soon Douxie joined you, bashing the goblins with his guitar that he had kept. It was a little battered by now, but it made for a good weapon.

You fought goblin after goblin, but there always seemed to be more of them.

They suddenly stopped attacking though and you noticed a change in the air. The goblins looked at each other then at you and Douxie who had your weapons arrived.

They turned and ran. You were tempted to go after them, but you realized that you couldn’t do much against that many goblins. You should have to save that problem for later.

“What do you think happened?” Douxie asked.

Red lightning came out of nowhere and hit a gumm-gumm which shattered into a pile of rocks. “I think Jim killed Gunmar!” You exclaimed.

Now that the street was clear you and Douxie went to check on the Arcadians. After you were sure they were good the two of you can off to the canal. The both of you were worried that the Eternal Night hadn't ended.

You didn't have your car so you wouldn't be able to drive. Instead the two of you ran.

You arrived to see Claire, Jim, Toby, Aaarrrgghh, and Blinky looking at a giant crack in the ground.

You looked into it and saw the heartstone, but it wasn't warm and happy orange anymore. It was a cold gray.

"What happened?" You asked, aghast. You had spent so much wonderful time in Trollmarket now it was destroyed.

"Gunmar happened," Blinky said, bitterly.

"What are you going to do now? " you asked.

"We're gonna look for a new Heartstone. Merlin mentioned that there would be one in New Jersey," Jim said.

"New Jersey?" You asked, shocked.

Jim avoided your eyes. "Yeah."

"I'll miss you," you said, hugging him.

"I'll miss you too," he said.

~~~~

After you had met with Jim Claire and Toby and they had told you their side of the battle and you told yours, you went to see your mom who was sanding on the cliff overlooking Arcadia. The two of you were waiting to say goodbye to Jimo. You knew he had to go to New Jersey, but it still hurt you to see him go.

Merlin arrived and he looked out over Arcadia. There was smoke billowing over some buildings and while it looked sad and hopeless, but you knew it would be okay.

You gently stroked the kitten you had saved from the Nyarlagroth. You had decided to adopt the kitten, though you didn’t have a name for the darling fluff ball.  

You were spooked out of your thoughts by some rustling behind you. You turned around to see Jim. You tried to hold back your tears.  You hadn’t even said goodbye yet and you were already missing him.

He went over to you and your mom and hugged the two of you. “I promised I’d never leave you,” he said.

“Honey, I knew this day would come, I just...never knew when,” your mom rubbing yours and Jim’s back. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

You heard your mom sniff and you knew she was crying. Your own tears began to fall. “Just call often,” you sniffed.

“Everyday. Twice. Text. Now and then?” Your mom added.

“Of course, guys. I love you,” Jim said, also sniffing.

“Not more than I love you kiddo,” your mom chuckled.

You heard more rustling and sawBlinky arrive. “Are you ready, Master Jim?” He asked coming over to you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jim sighed, letting go of you and your mom, but keeping your hands.

“I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but with our Trollhunter by our side, I don’t fear it either,” Blinky said,  putting his hand on Jim's shoulder. You smiled, you were glad Jim had someone like Blinky.

“I really appreciate that, Mr. Blinky,” you mom said.

You heard more rustling and saw Claire and her parents arrive.

She walked over to Jim. “Claire, I can’t ask you to—“

“You didn’t ask,” Claire said and you were so glad Jim had such a great boyfriend.

“She has enough credits to graduate early,” Claire's mom said. “We’re treating this as some time abroad.”

“As long as she comes back soon,” her dad said.

“Well, congratulations, Claire,” You said, high fiving her. You wondered how it was possible for a sophomore to have accomplished that.

Jim laughed and you jumped a little as Strickler came flying by. He landed by your mom. “Good luck, Young Atlas.”

Jim smiled at the three of you and slowly let go of your mom’s hand as he walked away.

“You did good raising him, Doc,” NotEnrique consoled. “Here’s a thousand new babies to raise.”

“What?” Strickler asked as NotEnrique handed your mom the cradle stone.

“Have fun with that, you two,” NotEnrique called, running away so they couldn’t give the stone back.

“Wait!” Strickler called.

“This’ll be fun,” you muttered and your mom patted your back.

“Wait! Wait for me!” Toby yelled as he came running up to the group in his War Hammer armor. “Boy, these goodbyes are tough, you know. Nana wanted me to take Mr. Meow Meow P.I., but he does not travel well. What?”

“Tobes...you have to stay.” Jim said, kneeling down.

“What?” Toby asked and you felt really, really bad for him. “You’re going on a quest. I love quests. We go everywhere together.”

“I’m hurt, Claire lost her Shadow Staff. We need you here to protect Arcadia.”

“No, Wingman,” Aaarrrgghh said, coming up to Toby. “I help. I stay.”

Blinky gasped then nodded, accepting it. Their air was thick with bittersweet goodbyes and you felt a few tears fall.

“So, you’re staying with me-” Toby gestured to you and Aaarrrgghh “-and you’re leaving,” he summarized, gesturing to Claire, Jim and Blinky.

“But we’ll be back. Someday,” Jim promised as you handed the kitten to your mom and walked over to them with Claire. The four of you were pulled into a group hug.

“You better,” Toby sniffed.

“And then we’ll get tacos,” Jim said, chuckling.

“And enchiladas,” Claire added.

“We sure found that adventure. Right, Tobes?” Jim asked and you smiled through your tears.

“I’m really glad we took the canal that morning,” Toby agreed.

The four of you stood. “Keep Arcadia safe,” Jim requested. “You’re its only Trollhunters now.”

Nomura walked over and hugged Toby. “I still don’t like you.”

“I know,” Toby cried. You began to quietly shed your tears as your friends and little brother walked away into the forest.

They stopped and you watched as Merlin pulled out the Eclipse Blade and you noticed that it was broken. “I believe this belongs to you, Trollhunter.”

Merlin used his magic to fix it and Jim grabbed it. They looked back one more time and you waved a sad goodbye.

****

Thank yall so much for reading and liking my writing!! It makes me so happy to see your positive feedback!! It was super bittersweet writing this chapter. I know there will be more, but it felt sad writing the scene where they leave. Anyways, I really hope y'all have a wonderful day/night!! And stay safe!! 💙💙

Also I haven't though if a name for the kitten yet, so if you have any suggestions I'm open.

P.S. if you want to be on the taglist feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesn’t.P.S. if you want to be on the taglist feel free to ask. I hope it works and please message me if it doesn’t.

P.P.S. I'm totally open for requests on fluffy half chapters! If you have any ideas for the half chapters send them in and I'll do my best to include them.

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For the fanfic writing ask: 🏅👨‍👧‍👧⏰ 👀

Heck yeah!!! More asks!!! Thank you!! :D

We gots:

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about

Answering under the cut because I'm unfamiliar with brevity, and the last question inevitably is going to get a little nsfw lmao.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I hate that my first instinct was to be like "oh getting x number of kudos/views/subs/etc." because I'm trying to move away from using external motivators when it comes to writing. Its hard though, since I'm such a numbers/data gal.

So I've been thinking about it more. And recently, I've just been super fucking proud of myself for sticking with and growing with my fic. Its almost been a year since I decided to rewrite Barriers!

And its a BFD because I may or may not have this super bad habit of viciously giving up anything that I don't immediately excel at. And I struggle with a lot of aspects of writing. But I've stuck with it—not to mention the same story—for much longer than I thought I would (which sounds so bad to say, I know, lmao but its true) Like when I started rewriting Barriers I think I had originally posted 7 chapters on FFN? And the idea of having to write beyond the original chapters I had terrified me. Now I've written more than I started with, plus I like it MORE than what I started with, and am super eager to continue telling the story. So I guess I'm just proud of that growth :)

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

Like yes and no. I don't outwardly yell from the rooftops like "WHAT'S UP EVERYBODY I WRITE FANFICTION AND I'M PROUD!!!" But I don't actively hide it from the people I'm close to.

Like my fiance is super supportive, even though he doesn't really read or know much about the fandom (he is def my muse for Gray, though, and he is well aware lmao). My best friend used to write and read fanfiction in another fandom, so like she gets it, but my fic isn't really her cup of tea. The rest of my friends are so sweet but like v normie and are just like "cool keeks!!! <3 whatever makes you happy!!!" because they have no idea what the fuck fandom, fanfiction, or bokumono games are anyway, so I basically just tell them that I write now to save explaining it EVERY SINGLE TIME.

⏰ Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?

I used to spend a lot more time reading than I did writing. But I also spent a lot more time daydreaming than writing during that time as well. Now I definitely spend more time writing than I do reading, mainly because instead of giving in to the daydreams as often as I did, I try to turn that into writing time, if that makes sense? So I'm not really reading any less than I was, I’m just writing WAY more than I used to.

Probs like 70% writing, 30% reading. I've also just been in non-stop writer mode, trying to get as much done before the school year picks up again, so that contributes too lol.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about

Do I ever lmao. Phew. Let's start with the more tame one.

I have a Graire (SURPRISE!) like fantasy/medieval AU that I dream about all the time. I sometimes chip away at if I get Graire ideas that don't exactly fit into Barriers, but the amount of world building that would have to go into it to make it a viable fic is just way too daunting rn. I've talked @practicado 's ear off about it but like the basic premise is our poor blacksmith boi gets accidentally wrapped up in all the royal drama as Claire (obviously a princess) is promised to her family's enemy as a truce. Claire being Claire plans to assassinate her newly betrothed, avenge her father, and rightfully rule over the land herself, but Gray basically stumbles into her plan and both use that situation to their advantage until they're both basically working for the same goal and fall in love. Basically lots of fighting, drinking, sex, revelries, taverns, etc. Overall a good time and I'd love to actually finish writing it but probs never will.

Another WIP of sorts I have involve the scenes I mention that happen "off camera" in Barriers aka one that Gray isn't a part of. I write all of those out in a separate document—So imagine, times like the fireworks festival when Ann came and found Claire, Claire and Kai being left at the snack shack alone, Claire going to 'apologize' to Mary—I've written all of those scenes (and will continue to do so). I just will probs never post them because I have no idea how I'd even logically compile them lol. But they're fun and I wish I could just post them in Barriers lmao.

I do have a WIP that recounts Gray and Claire's drunken adventures that fateful night (its porn with a plot), but I will probably end up posting that one eventually so I will talk about the others lol. On the topic of Graire smut, I do have like a dump of all of my 1st Person POV attempts using Gray. And those will likely never see the light of day even if I do end up putting smut in Barriers lmao.

Two WIPS I am not particularly proud of and will definitely never see the light of day are the smutty continuation of The Next Best Thing (PopurixKaren) and then my MaryxClaire library fixation. I just... who doesn't want to have sex in a library? Just me? Ok. I’m done.

Haha alrighty, as always I went in. I appreciate the ask! <3

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My Physical TBR (under the cut)

because @bookdragon1811 enabled me :)

Currently Reading:

The ‘One Thing’ is Three by Michael E Gaitley; The Power of Silence by Robert Cardinal Sarah; Daughter of Redwinter by Ed McDonald; Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

Middle-Grade

- Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes by Jonathan Auxier

- White Cat by Holly Black

- The Iron Trial by Holly Black and Cassandra Clare

- The School for Good and Evil (and books 2 and 3) by Soman Chainani

- The City of Ember by Jeanne DuPrau

- The Inquisitor’s Tale by Adam Gidwitz

- Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynn Jones

- KOTLC: Exile by Shannon Messenger

- KOTLC: Everblaze by Shannon Messenger

- KOTLC: Neverseen by Shannon Messenger

- The Water and the Wild by KE Ormsbee

- The Thing About Leftovers by CC Payne

- The Blackthorn Key by Kevin Sands

- Splendors and Glooms by Laura Amy Schlitz

- The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

- Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow by Jessica Townsend

Young Adult

- The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

- Children of Blood and Bone (and Children of Virtue as Vengeance) by Tomi Adeyemi

- The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry

- Frostblood by Elly Blake (and Fireblood and Nightblood)

- The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

- When Wishes Bleed by Casey L Bond

- Sky Without Stars by Jessica Brody and Joanne Rendell

- A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A Brown

- Graceling (and Fire) by Kristin Cashore

- A Study in Charlotte by Brittany Cavallaro

- The Last Namsara by Kristen Ciccarelli

- House of Dragons by Jessica Cluess

- A Winter’s Promise by Christelle Davis

- Ruthless Gods by Emily A Duncan

- Blessed Monsters by Emily A Duncan

- Wolf by Wolf (and Blood for Blood) by Ryan Graudin

- River Secrets by Shannon Hale

- The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alice E Harrow

- Descendant of the Crane by Joan He

- Sea Witch by Sarah Hennings

- A Thousand Nights by EK Johnston

- These Broken Stars by Amie Kaufman and Megan Spooner

- The Shadows Between Us by Tricia Levenseller

- The Devouring Gray by Christine Lynn Herman

- Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim

- Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim

- Warcross (and Wildcard) by Marie Lu

- A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi

- People Like Us by Dana Mele

- Splinters of Scarlet by Emily Bain Murphy

- Holding Up the Universe by Jennifer Niven

- Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

- The Beauty of Darkness by Mary E. Pearson

- Bone Crier’s Moon by Kathryn Purdie

- Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes

- Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

- The Steelheart Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

- Scythe by Neil Schusterman

- Ink in the Blood by Kim Smejkal

- Ever the Hunted by Erin Summerill

- The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud

- An Ember in the Ashes (and A Torch Against the Night) by Sabaa Tahir

- Strange the Dreamer (and Muse of Nightmares) by Laini Taylor

- The Tiger at Midnight by Swati Teerdhala

- The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

- Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon

- Fable by Adrienne Young

Adult

- The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah

- Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- The City of Brass by SA Chakraborty

- A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett st Clair

- All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

- The Wedding Date by Jasmine Guillory

- the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by Mark Haddon

- The Midnight Library by Matt Haig

- The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin

- The Calculating Stars by Marie Robinette Kowal

- The Poppy War by RF Kuang

- The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

- The Last Magician by Lisa Maxwell

- Daughter of Redwinter by Ed McDonald

- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

- Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss (and A Wise Man’s Fear)

- Ariadne by Jennifer Saint

- The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

- Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson

- The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson

- Vicious by VE Schwab

- A Darker Shade of Magic by VE Schwab

- The Near Witch by VE Schwab

- Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys

- The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

- The Siren Queen by Nghi Vo

- The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker

- The Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks

- Shadow’s Edge by Brent Weeks

- The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams

- The Bird King by G Willow Wilson

- Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

- Four Treasures of the Sky by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

Classics

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Persuasion by Jane Austen

- Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

- Peter Pan by JM Barrie

- Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

- Whuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

- And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

- Elephants Can Remember by Agatha Christie

- Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

- Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky

- The Count of Monte Christo by Alexandre Dumas

- The Odyssey by Homer (i’ve read parts but haven’t read it through in full)

- Les Mis by Victor Hugo (yes i do have a death wish)

- The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

- The Last Day of a Condemned Man by Victor Hugo

- A Minstrel in France by Harry Lauder

- The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

- The Space Trilogy by CS Lewis

- The Call of the Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories by HP Lovecraft

- Dracula by Bram Stoker

- Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

- Death of Ivan Hych by Leo Tolstoy

- War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

- The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

- The Aeneid by Virgil

- The Epic of Gilgamesh

Theology/Church History

- An Exorcist Tells His Story by Gabriele Amorth

- Pope Francis: His Life In His Own Words

- The Little Flowers of St Clare by P. Bargellini

- Church Fathers by Pope Benedict XVI

- Jesus of Nazareth by Pope Benedict XVI

- This Tremendous Lover by M Eugene Boylan

- Orthodoxy by GK Chesterton

- Rome Sweet Home by Scott Hahn

- The First Society by Scott Hahn

- The Holy Bread of Eternal Life by Peter Kwasniewski

- The Secret of Mary by St. Louis de Montfort

- The Secret of the Rosary by St. Louis de Montfort

- A Theology of the Body by Pope John Paul II

- Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist by Brant Pitre

- Love & Responsibility by Harol Wojtyla

- How the Catholic Church Built Western Civilization by Thomas Woods

Nonfiction

- Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow

- Faith and Treason by Antonia Fraser

- To Kill the Devil by Herbert Malloy, Jr.

- The Queen’s Conjurer by Benjamin Woolley

[loki-is-my-god-of-mischief]

One Way To Move In (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

A/N: So it’s been a few years since I wrote anything and I decided to turn my old oneshot My Girlfriend Tells Me Everything into a series so please read that first if you haven’t. I’m not quite happy with how this turned out but I’m going to continue this series anyway so please be kind.

It was 8pm by the time (Y/N) saw their apartment door. After just getting off a twelve-hour shift, all they wanted was to eat the leftover Chinese in the fridge and pass out in bed. Being a doctor was always (Y/N)’s dream but the hours sucked….hard. Seeing the door in front of them, they quickened their pace and hurried inside.

“Look what the cat dragged in” Claire, (Y/N)’s roommate of two years, states. (Y/N) turns towards them on the couch and glares at them, which comes out as more of a grimace due to exhaustion. Claire looks them up and down and proceeds a drawn-out whistle. “Damn, that cat drag you through a hedge or something? You look rough.”

“Wow, thanks. That’s just what I wanted to hear.” (Y/N) snaps before heading to the fridge for the desired Chinese food.

“Well what do you expect, you’ve been out since yester-“ Claire cuts herself off with a gasp. “Oh, you dirty stop out you! You were with Sherlock weren’t you! Omg, when am I going to meet this ‘elusive genius’ of yours?” This draws a laugh out of (Y/N).

“No I wasn’t with Sherlock, I was at work. Which by the way, shouldn’t you be heading off to work now? Go get ready to leave and let me eat my Chinese and pass out for a week in peace please” said Chinese gets stuffed into (Y/N)’s mouth to emphasise her point. Claire just chuckles at the sight whilst heading to her room. She calls over her shoulder, “Yeah, yeah. I’m going. Jeez. Not all of us can crash for a week you know, we’re not all fancy private doctors.”

The following day finds (Y/N) heading to the hospital to meet up with John for lunch, a regular occurrence since he found out about the whole ‘dating his best friend’ thing. She doesn’t even have to enter the hospital as she spots him at the entrance upon her arrival. “Hey John!” Said man looks up from his phone upon hearing his name. “Hey (Y/N). I hope you don’t mind but I’ll have to bail on lunch a bit early. Rosamund is has a bit of a cold and Mrs. Hudson has to leave in an hour. I’m really sorry” John starts to ramble his apology.

“John…John…John!” The shout finally catches his attention, “That’s completely fine, you don’t have to apologise. What kind of person would be upset on you wanting to look after your sick kid” (Y/N) smiles kindly.

“You’re right. Sorry.”

“Stop apologising John.”

“Right. Sorry” they both look at each other at the involuntary apology and giggle. “Shall we?”.

The walk to the café felt relatively short as they spent the time cooing over pictures of Rosamund. They decided to go to the café under 221B Baker Street so that John could be close to Rosamund in case Mrs. Hudson had to leave early. After sitting down with some tea and John buying some cake to share, as Mary would kill him if he broke his diet, the conversation turned to Sherlock.

“So you never did explain why you kept your relationship a secret.” John states giving (Y/N) an expectant look. She sighs.

“Well, you know how Sherlock is. At first I interested him, he said it was because he can’t deduce me. At first he thought it was because I was dangerous as the last time this happened it was with Mary, back when she was lying” at this John look uncomfortable. “But then he started ‘engaging me in intellectual conversation’ as he put it. I realised this was his way of trying to decipher whether I was a threat. When he realised I wasn’t it was also around the time he realised he may ‘like’ me. Of course being the sociopath he is, he had no idea what to do with that and started being rude and distant” at this (Y/N) laughs “You should have seen his face when I called him out on his shit. He looked like I may have hung the moon itself.”

John laughs himself when trying to imagine it as the image he comes up with is ridiculous. “What happened then?”

“What do you think happened? I get dragged into a car on my way home by Mycroft’s assistant” (Y/N) says exasperated. John laughs remembering his first Mycroft kidnapping. “He spent the next two hours interrogating me. When he deemed me as ‘more than a goldfish’ he proceeded to tell me how I should go about Sherlock”. John looks interested and says “What did you do?”.

“I told him where he can shove his advice. If I wanted to be with Sherlock I would do it my way.”

“What happened?”

“Well it turns out Sherlock was listening; he’d stormed straight to Mycroft’s office when he heard I was there. He asked me out for coffee-” John looked shocked, “-I know! He asked me! And as we were on the date he asked we keep it a secret until he makes sure that this is real for him. He was so worried about hurting me as he finds emptions hard to understand”

Before the conversation could go any further, they get interrupted by John’s phone going off. He excuses himself to answer it. When he comes back he starts apologising again. “Sorry, I have to go. That was Mrs. Hudson. I have to go pick up Rosamund. I’m so sorry”

“John, what did I tell you?”

“Stop apologising, sorry.” He says with a smile which makes (Y/N) giggle.

“Go, I should head home anyway. Give her hugs and kisses from me?” John promises he would, they hug and part ways.

After arriving home (Y/N) decides to surprise Claire with a movie night, with her long hours she hasn’t been able to spend time with Claire in weeks. Deciding to make it special, she goes around the apartment collecting all the things necessary to make a pillow fort because you’re never to old for a pillow fort!

By the time the fort was built, Claire was just arriving home. “What’s all this?”

“Surprise! Pillow fort and movie night?” Claire’s face lights up at the suggestion. “Hell yes! Chinese food followed by copious amounts of ice cream?”

(Y/N) laughs, “You read my mind”.

“Ok well let me change out of my work clothes and then you can ord-” she gets cut off by the window shattering. (Y/N) screams whilst turning towards the window. She presses herself to the floor and sees Claire’s hair against the floor behind the couch. She shuffles her way over to help her hide and come up with a plan to leave without getting shot. (Y/N) screams again as she makes it to Claire. Surrounding her head was a puddle of blood, growing by the second and right in the centre of her forehead was a bullet wound. (Y/N) grabs her phone out of her pocket and calls Lestrade.

“Hello?”

“Greg?” Greg hears the tears and uneven breath and immediately fires of questions.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Greg. My friend she…she’s…she’s been shot. Oh my go-” a sob forces it’s way out of (Y/N)’s mouth.

“(Y/N)? Where are you, tell me where you are?”

“I’m at my home”

“I’m on my way, I’ll bring Sherlock and John” and with that the line goes dead.

Much of what happens next goes by in a blur for (Y/N). She pays some attention when Sherlock pulls her into a hug but all she can focus on is the spot her friend lay. Even when the coroners remove the body, she still focuses on that spot. All she can hear is an overwhelming buzzing in her ears. It wasn’t until Greg kneels in her line of sight that she snaps out of it. “Mm, what?” she says in a daze.

“Hey, I said it’s probably best if you don’t stay here. We’re still not sure if you were also a target or not. It’s not safe here.” Greg says gently.

“Obviously Gareth, she’ll be staying with me at 221.” Sherlock cuts in like it was obvious.

“Greg.” (Y/N) says numbly.

“Yes?” Greg answers thinking she was talking to him.

“His name is Greg Sherlock” she continues, almost sounding dead inside.

“Really? That’s what she focuses on?” Anderson says in the background, receiving glares from Sherlock, John and Greg.

“She’s in shock you buffoon!” Greg admonishes.

“Want me to pack your things (Y/N)?” John asks kindly.

“Wait? Pack my things for what?” (Y/N) asks confused, having missed most of what was spoken about in the last ten minutes.

“To move to 221B. It’s not safe here.” States Sherlock, looking more concerned by the minute.

“Well…” (Y/N) attempts some form of smile to break the tension, “…That’s one way to ask me to move in.”

[foxcantswim]

Timeless Jealousy

13th Doctor x Reader https://archiveofourown.org/works/22981072

A/N: Apologies if this idea has already been done! I also understand that this episode is set in the 1800s... So I can't promise that everything fits in with this time period.

Reader gets jealous after seeing Byron flirt with the Doctor...

-x-

You knew what Byron was playing at. And you didn't like it. Not. One. Bit.

You refused to dance, watching the Doctor and Byron getting just a little bit too close. You gritted your teeth, fists clenching.

"So... that was marvelous. Is anyone up for, I don't know, I'm spit-balling here, how about writing the most gruesome, spine-chilling ghost story of all time?" the Doctor quickly stopped the dancing, wanting to get straight down to business.

Yaz had come over to make sure you were okay, you nodded and assured her that you were fine. You both headed over to the Doctor. The Doctor began to speak, but your thoughts managed to drown out the Time Lord's words. You were focused on Byron who was on the other side of the room.

"Excuse me, Doctor. You broke a rule. Next, you'll be snogging Byron," Yaz stated. That made you flinch slightly. Just the thought made your blood boil.

"I was trying to get them back on track. Something's wrong here. This night, Byron challenges Mary, Polidori and Percy Shelley to come up with a ghost story-" the Doctor spoke. You caught onto Byron, he had been glancing at the Doctor every now and then.

Yaz nudged you to break you away from your stare, "Keep an eye on 'em," she said to you as the Doctor made her way over to Byron, "You and I both know how Byron can get."

She knew about your little crush on the Doctor. Well... 'Little' is an understatement. You decided to deny your crush again, "I don't need to keep an eye on them. The Doc can do what she want-"

"Shut up, (Y/N)," she rolled her eyes, "No matter how much you deny it, anyone can see it."

Well, the Doctor can't see it. Always so oblivious.

Yaz's eyes drifted towards the door, "Don't worry. You two will be fine," she assured before giving you a comforting pat on your shoulder, she then went to leave the room.

-x-

You tried to focus on the sound of the sonic screwdriver, anything to divert your attention away from Byron.

"She walks in beauty, like the night," Byron muttered.

The Doctor continued, "Of cloudless climes and starry skies."

"I'm intensely flattered you're familiar with my work, Mrs Doctor..." Byron grinned. You glared.

"Just Doctor is fine. I'm quite into Shelley's stuff too. He about?" she replied. The tension in the room was thick, and you were the cause of it. You were giving off a slight threatening energy which Byron had clocked onto. He knew that he infuriated you. And he decided to continue.

"(Y/N)?" the Doctor questioned.

Your attention quickly moved from Byron to her, "Y-Yeah?"

She stepped closer, a look of concern clearly present within her eyes, "You haven't spoken much today. Everything all right?"

You nodded, "I'm fine. Well... As fine as I can be in a place like this," you stated as a shiver ran up your spine.

"You sure?" she said, clearly not convinced.

Nodding again, "Cross my heart."

She shook her head, not accepting that answer. Stepping forward, she caught you off guard and grabbed your hand, "Give us a minute," she looked at Byron.

He gave a questionable look before standing aside. The Doctor dragged you out the room and into the hallway. She quickly released your hand before retrieving her sonic screwdriver. She stood close and began to scan you, practically backing you into a wall, "You've been off since we arrived..." she said as a red tint graced your cheeks. The Doctor then shone the sonic into your eyes, trying to get any sort of reading.

"Tryin' to blind me there, Doc?" you squinted, trying to tilt your head away.

She still had a look of concern on her face as she put the sonic away, "Something's bothering you," she decided, "Don't try to lie your way out of this one. I need you to be one hundred percent whilst we're here. Can't have you faltering."

You sighed, "It's noth-"

"(Y/N)," the Doctor glared, "Something is bothering you. You are never this quiet."

"Okay, okay," you said, trying to ignore the little space between you two, "I just... I don't like the way he's looking at you."

"Who?" she said, completely oblivious.

"Byron," you said with venom.

She sighed, before a playful grin replaced the frown, "Ah... I see. Don't worry about that," she stepped back, "We promised not to mess with history, and that's what we're doing."

That wasn't exactly the answer you were hoping for... If this didn't mess with history... Would she be interested in Byron. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

The Doctor's smile remained on her face as she reached for you hand again, "I'm not interested in him, okay?" she assured before dragging you back into the room.

-x-

You stayed behind the Doctor as you ran towards the drawing room, Byron was on your heels. You all arrived to see a... hand? Everyone managed to get the hand away from Ryan, Fletcher dished out the final blow. Dust now covered the carpet where the hand used to be.

"Great shot!" the Doctor announced before she made her way over to the remains. You and the rest of the 'fam' knew what was coming next. The Doctor leaned down to take a sample and lick it, "Hmm. 14th. No... 15th century-" the Doctor trailed off.

A smile spread across your face, finding all of the Doctor's little weird quirks fascinating.

"She licked it!" Claire exclaimed.

The smile on your face didn't last long at all, "She is the most baffling creature I've ever been acquainted with," Byron breathed out with a smirk. You glared once more... If looks could kill.

-x-

"If you ask me..." Yaz began as you all made your way towards Byron's chambers. The Doctor was up front with Byron, leading the way. You had stuck at the back with Yaz, "You should just tell her."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Imagine that. Me with an all mighty Time Lord. Never gonna happen," you were surprised that Yaz could hear you over the loud crash of lightning.

"Yaz is right," Ryan said, almost appearing out of nowhere.

Yaz smiled, "Never hurts to try."

You suppressed a groan, really not wanting to be a part of this conversation.

Everyone rounded a corner and soon they arrived. Walking into Byron's chambers made your skin crawl... Anything that related to him was bad in your books.

"It's a collection," Byron explained as people gathered in the room.

"Of what? Dead stuff?" Ryan questioned.

"Relics of war."

The Doctor began to wave the sonic screwdriver around the room, scanning for any abnormalities.

"From my travels..." Byron continued, "Reminders that we tread on the dust of empires. Crops now grow where blood was split. An innocent fascination, I assure you."

Anything he said really seemed to tick you off... You weren't jealous. Definitely not. No. Never.

You noticed the Doctor's face light up, she put on some headgear she had discovered, "What do you think?" she said, practically showing off her new helmet.

"Suits you," you offered her a warm smile, she smiled back in return - seemingly glad that you liked it.

-x-

"Well, he just turned sort of zombie and went into one," Graham said with concern.

"What do you speak of? What is a zombie?" Byron questioned.

The Doctor explained, "Kind of a dead person walking, but it won't be that."

"Hey, Doc?" you said, trying to get the woman's attention as she spoke to Graham via the fireplace chimney.

"How do you know?" Byron wondered.

She replied, "Because Polidori isn't dead, for a kick-off."

"D-Doctor?!" you said, your voice starting to tremble more as you noticed Polidori's figure walking in through the wall.

"Mrs Doctor!" Claire tried to get her attention too.

"Really, just Doctor is fine..."

"Doc, Polidori!" you said, now that she was listening. The blonde turned quickly to see him looking like a ghost.

Byron had decided to hide behind Claire, "Begone, demon!" he exclaimed. You glared at him in disgust before looking back at the Doctor once more.

The Doctor took a cautious step towards Polidori, "Doc-"

She cut you off, looking towards you, "It's okay," she assured before looking back at Polidori. The Doctor then raised a hand to check for a pulse, "Pulse? Check. Breathing? Check."

Byron's voice filled the room, "May I just say..." he started, "You are quite lovely in a crisis."

"No-" both you and the Doctor said. The Doctor looked at you in shock, you did your best to avoid eye contact. Byron and Claire looked between both you and the Doctor, unsure of what to say. Byron ended up smirking, understanding the situation quite clearly.

Claire decided to break the silence, clearing her throat, "So... He could just be- be asleep, correct? He walks in his sleep!"

Byron scoffed, "One does not sleepwalk through walls."

The Doctor quickly diverted her gaze away from you, "H-He doesn't just go through walls. He was downstairs a second ago," she looked at Byron, "What you said before..."

"About being lovely?" he smiled, glancing over towards. You bit your tongue.

The Doctor was growing annoyed, "Back a bit."

"Way way back," you added, glaring daggers.

Byron chuckled, "What a feisty one you have here, Doctor," he said, pacing the room.

"Byron-" Claire began to warn before he hushed her.

"We haven't got time for this," the Doctor groaned, "By-"

"Don't you see, Doctor?!" he said, "I can't think in these conditions. What with your pet staring at me all the time."

"You little sh-" you muttered before the Doctor cut you off.

"I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk to my friends like that," she said, clear anger lacing her voice, "We're trying to help."

"Help?!" Byron said, "All she's done is look at me as if she wants to kill me!"

The Doctor looked at you before you could stop yourself from glaring at Byron once again, "(Y/N)?" she asked, "He's clearly done something to upset you," she stepped closer, "What is it?" The Doctor wasn't too fond with having Polidori in his current state just standing there but she had to get to the bottom of this. Claire kept her eye on the unresponsive man.

"Nothing!" you exclaimed. The Doctor clocked onto your annoyance... "Absolutely nothing!" She also clocked onto the light sadness that glazed over your words.

"Come on, Doctor," Byron said, "We can solve this... Alone."

That was it. Byron was getting way too close to the Doctor. Thinking back on Yaz's words... You reached forward to grab the Doctor's coat, effectively pulling her closer. Your lips crashed onto hers just before she could protest her confusion. The lack of movement on the Doctor's end had you worried.

You could hear Byron's scoff of disgust and shock.

You were about to pull away, happy with your action - clearly showing Byron to back off. But, you were quickly pulled back by the Doctor who was now responding with eagerness - her arms had secured themselves around you.

"Erm..." Claire gulped, "D-Doctor, I-I don't want to... cut you short or anything. But shouldn't we be worried about Polidori."

The Doctor's face retreated from yours quickly, "Of course!" she exclaimed in triumph, her arms were removed from around you, "Why didn't I think of that!"

"Wh-What?" you stuttered, breathless.

"Have you figured all this out Doctor?" Claire wondered.

"Yes!" she said, excited.

Byron was now glaring at you this time as he spoke to the Doctor, "Well don't leave us in the dark. Enlighten us."

"Jealousy!" she shouted.

"J-Jealousy, Doctor?" Claire questioned in complete confusion.

You felt your cheeks heat up as a nervous laughter escaped, "N-Now... Come on, Doc... No time for joking around-"

The Doctor's brain finally caught up with all the recent events, her smile turning into a look of complete shock, "Ohhh... That's why you were acting like this."

"Doc-"

She cut you off again, "You don't need to be jealous. Especially not because of him," she glanced at Byron.

"Can you two focus on the task at hand?!" Byron exclaimed, annoyed.

"I agree," Claire said, "Polidori is still... Not himself."

-x-

Everybody had regrouped in the drawing room after the Doctor had gotten everybody out of their endless loops, most were admiring the skull and hand under the glass that had been recently been captured.

Byron's eyes focused on the Doctor as she made her way over to you.

"Erm... Doc..." you started, leaning against a desk, "I wanted to apologise for my actions earlier. I just wanted Byron to stop interrupting the investi-"

"You have nothing to apologise for," she assured before a curious look appeared on her face, "Is that the only reason you did that? You weren't jealous were you?"

"Pfft, jealous? Me? Never."

"Terrible liar," the Doctor said with a soft smile. Her hand moved to gently cup your cheek as she kissed your forehead. Your heartbeat quickened in response, "Now once all the rubbish is over... and when we get back to the TARDIS we can talk about this."

"O-Okay," you nodded in agreement.

Just when you thought she was going to step away, she did the opposite. She managed to step closer and you soon felt her lips crash against yours, you felt relief wash over you as she portrayed urgency. Both of you knew that you had to deal with the problem at hand, which caused the Doctor to pull away. You missed the contact, but hopefully there would be time for this later.

Both you and the Doctor noticed Byron's glare, "I think it's Byron's turn to be jealous," the Doctor decided as she stood next to you and put an arm around your shoulders, you began to make your way over towards Byron and the others.

You were just itching to just get this over with. You were excited for what the future holds.

-x-

A/N: The sequel would just be Reader getting killed by Cybermen or something like that cuz I really like angst.

[werejusttouchingeachother]

Ruined

Req: Can I request model Johnny with photographer reader, and things become unprofessional...😉

Words: 6087

Genre: smut (m)

Pairing: Johnny x reader

A/N: 🥰 anon, thank you for this absolutely delicious request cause I had way too much fun with it

“What’d you say his name was again?” You mumble distractedly to your assistant, Jaemin who stood beside you and adjusted the reflectors. “Suh?”

“Yeah, Suh,” Jaemin nodded. “Johnny Suh. You’ve probably seen him, he was on the cover of Vogue last month. You passed it up because of that Fashion Week at Vienna, remember?”

You paused in your ministrations, glancing at Jaemin. “Johnny Suh? Isn’t he from the same agency as that other guy? The hot one?”

“… We photograph models, Y/N, they’re all hot, it’s kind of their job.”

You glared at the younger boy and started to retort when the door opened behind him, a tall man walking in.

“Oh,” you breathed, eyes raking over his frame, frowning slightly as he looked familiar. “I remember now. The hot one was Jung something.”

“Jung Jaehyun,” Jaemin responded, nodding as he moved the tripod, still not noticing that someone had walked in. “Grazia. Or was it Marie Claire?” He shook his head, looking up at you and still not aware despite you slightly shaking your head in a gesture to get him to stop talking as Johnny walked closer, “Do you remember telling me that he was the hottest guy you ever saw though? And that you were pretty sure the agency created him in a lab or some—”

“It’s true,” Johnny cut in and Jaemin finally shut up as he turned quickly, eyes wide as the model grinned down at him. “Jae was made in the lab right after they made me. They were hoping he’d turn out as well as me, but stopped when he didn’t.” He looked at me then, cocking his head. “Don’t you agree?”

You blinked, stammering, “Don’t I—what?”

“Aren’t I hotter than Jaehyun?”

Jaemin stepped away from between you two and you felt your face flush as Johnny moves forward with a raised eyebrow. You open your mouth to answer—you’re not sure what exactly—but stop as the stylists call out his name loudly.

He smirks at you and turns, walking to the crew to get changed into his outfit. You breathe a sigh of relief, glaring at Jaemin whose chuckling you immediately stop by smacking his arm. You lower your camera to the table and walk to the table at the corner where you’d kept your phone and bag.

You’re scrolling through your messages with Mr. HaeByun, the manager of an online fashion store who had booked you for an advertisement shoot next week. An unread message that he’d sent over an hour ago asking to call him as soon as you could had you frowning, wondering what was wrong when you felt a presence loom over you.

You looked up to see Johnny towering over you, dark eyes trained on you. You blinked up at him, realising that he’d changed faster than you’d expected.

The shoot for today was for the upcoming fall-winter collection and of course, that meant oversized sweaters and long jackets that have never appeared as beautiful by themselves as they do on Johnny’s tall frame.

He stood in front of you now with a burgundy-coloured trench coat over a black turtle-neck sweater and jeans. The colour complimented him perfectly, drawing attention to the softest tint of blush on his cheeks and the subtle pink shade over his eyelids. His hair was styled perfectly to a side too and you mentally make a note to thank the stylists later for not covering his forehead.

You don’t know what exactly it is but something about him strikes you as oddly familiar. As if you’d worked with him before or seen him before—not on a magazine or screen, though—and it irks you because you can’t quite put your finger on it.

“Y/N, right?” Johnny said, holding out his hand to you.

You nod, placing your phone on the table to take his hand in yours. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suh.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, a small amused smile coming over his face. “Meet, huh?”

You frown in confusion. “Pardon?”

“It’s not our first time meeting, Y/N.”

You blink at him and start to ask what he means when he suddenly tugs on your hand that he’s holding, causing you to stumble forward into his arms. You gasp as you look up at him, feeling smaller than you’ve ever felt in your entire life as his chin could rest on top of your head because of the height difference.

Your eyes are wide as you gape at him and his voice is lower, huskier as he murmurs, “You didn’t call me Mr. Suh either.”

What the hell?

You’re ready to say something about being unprofessional when Johnny mumbles, “Last May. Elle had that party to kickoff their summer-spring collection. Remember?”

Your eyes search his frantically as if they held the screen to whatever memories he was telling. The words set off a faint recollection in you—bright lilies and hyacinths arrangements placed atop teak tables with marble plates, an over-the-top garden party that you’d immediately regretted attending without your camera because the décor had been so expensive, so fancy, so gorgeous.

“You’d been invited as a guest,” Johnny confirms your thought about the regret and you don’t realise his other hand had crept around your waist, holding you to him when you had stumbled.

“You’d had a few too many tequilas…,” he continued slowly, trying to trigger your apparently drunken memories. “I found you near the water fountain at the back. You were alone and… you ripped my shirt.”

“It was Gucci,” he said, biting back a smirk as he looked down at you, crossing his arms. “You were swaying, about to fall and I had already grabbed your arm, but you clutched onto the front of my shirt—my pocket, in fact—and ripped it off.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped in horror, moving away from him with your hands covering your mouth in shock.

“You’re kidding me, please tell me you’re kidding.”

You were stunned, listening to him silently as Johnny says, “I’d looked down at my chest and said, ‘You have a hell of a grip there,’ and you’d responded with, ‘Well, you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen so you wanna—”

“—know what else I can grip?” you completed in unison, cringing into yourself as you closed your eyes tightly, clutching the table near you to hold yourself up from the embarrassment.

It all came crashing to you like an unpleasant unexpected avalanche—how you’d woken up late in the evening, around eight or nine, in a fancy apartment that was quite far from the garden party with zero recollection whatsoever of any events that had happened after the light lunch you’d had because of all the drinks you’d been having. Not remembering how you got there, you had to catch a taxi home but only after you called Jaemin to ask where your camera was and he’d reassured you that you hadn’t taken it to the party.

“You—it was—oh god,” you stammer, your head suddenly throbbing with all the flashbacks as you looked at Johnny who was staring at you as if your face was the most interesting sight on the planet. “It was your apartment?”

He nodded, raising an eyebrow. “I couldn’t go back to the party with my chest all exposed, thanks to your mighty grip—”

You blanched and he grinned, continuing, “—and you were too drunk to tell me where your place was so I just took you back to mine. I left you a note, didn’t you see it?” At your blank expression, he nods, “I thought not. It was under the bed when I got back, must have flown away. I had an interview that evening so I had to leave, otherwise I would have stayed. Sorry about that.”

“I’m…,” you swallowed, feeling your face flush with embarrassment. “Its fine, I should be the one apologising.” You look up at him then despite how loudly your head was screaming at you to run. “I’m sorry about ripping your shirt and… everything else that followed that I don’t remember. I don’t usually get that crazy when I drink, I honestly don’t know why—”

“Y/N!” You heard Jaemin yell your name and turned around to see him and Johnny’s manager glaring over at the two of you. “We’re ready, come on!”

You let out a breath that you didn’t realise you’d been holding and Johnny chuckles, patting your shoulder comfortingly.

“We’ll talk later,” he reassured you, adjusting his jacket. “Hey, wasn’t your shoot with Jae way before that spring party?”

You blinked in confusion, not understanding his question as you went, “Jung Jaehyun? Uh, yeah, that was around February, I think.”

He nodded. “I’ll let him know he’s been renounced of his ‘hottest guy’ position.”

“Wh—?” You gape at him as he struts past you to the white screen, posing in front of it while you walked slowly in a daze to Jaemin.

“What’s going on, why you all hugsy with the model?” He inquires, raising an eyebrow. “Do you guys know each—?”

“Remember the Elle spring party that I went for in May?” You interrupted him lowly, glancing around for your camera. Jaemin rolls his eyes and points to the table at the back where you’d forgotten it and you grab his sleeve, tugging him with you as you slowly walk to it.

“Yeah, what about it?” Jaemin mutters, frowning as you grab your camera and adjust the lens.

“Remember I called you late in the night for my camera?”

He nodded. “Yeah, you were freaking out at some random apartment.”

“Yeah, well, apparently that was Johnny’s apartment.”    

“What the fuck?” Jaemin screeched so loud that the chatter died down on the other side of the room to momentarily look at the two of you. You glared at Jaemin and he apologised, mumbling, “Seriously? Are you sure? Maybe he was joking?”

“No, he wasn’t.” You shook your head, wishing the ground would swallow you up whole as the shame crept up your skin again. “I… I remember it in bits and pieces now. I ripped his shirt? And I remember him smiling and smirking at me.”

“God.” Jaemin glances at Johnny in disbelief and quickly masks his expression when the manager glares at the two of you. He grabs your arm and begins pulling you back to where they’re waiting for you and you hear his breath hitch suddenly as he asks, “Wait. Does that mean you had sex with Johnny?”

OhmygOD.

Your grip falters on the camera and you feel your heart jump to your throat in absolute terror as Jaemin leaps right at that instant, grabbing the camera with both his hands before it could slip from yours.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N,” He hisses at you, gripping your hands tightly over the camera. “That’s both our jobs in your hands, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break it.”

“Are you serious?” You ignore him, readjusting it in your hands as your wide eyes blink at him. “Why would you say that, what makes you say that, why would you even think—?”

“It’s a possibility, Y/N,” he replies, rolling his eyes as he lets go of the camera. “Think about it. You were drunk. He’s hot, you’re hot. You were wearing that slutty dress for the party, right, the one with the high slit up the leg? You probably hit on him or he hit on you. Either way, you woke up at his apartment, alone. Were you wearing your clothes?”

Your eyes grow wider as you look away, your mind racing as you recalled finding the fancy dress that you’d worn on the polished tiled floor in the unknown apartment.

“No.” Your heart is racing now as you gape at Johnny who cocks his head at you playfully. “No, I wasn’t.”

Jaemin snorts. “Yeah, you definitely fucked—”

“Ms. Y/N!” The two of you freeze as Johnny’s manager stomps towards you. You have to force yourself to focus on the words spilling from his angry mouth as he yells, “I don’t know if you have all the time in the world to be strolling around the studio so leisurely but we are on a tight schedule here so if you could just—”

“We’re ready,” you deadpanned, turning to Jaemin. “Get the lights and music, please.”

The manager scowls at you before backing away. You clear your throat, pulling on a poker expression as you hear the fast-paced beats fill the room, bright lights hitting Johnny where he was standing. You nodded at Jaemin who looked over at you with a concerned expression—which you purposefully ignored—before crouching and raising the camera to your face.

You clicked away quickly, Johnny changing poses with every ‘click’ and you were thankful that they were coming out well, without you having to suggest to him to relax his shoulders or raise his head or move his hair or touch his neck.

No, you didn’t have to because Johnny was professional with the intense gaze, the slight lilt in his lips, the cocky raise of his eyebrow and all of it reminded you of that afternoon at the party now.

You remember it now—snapshots flitting across you brain as quickly as the ones you were clicking. You can recall the white marble fountain with the mermaid sculpture at the centre that seemed to be spitting water, you remember the tall handsome man with his furrowed eyebrows as they looked at you in concern and you can even recall the tan of his chest, his left nipple where you’d ripped the shirt pocket right down with your hand, a strip of Gucci clutched in your palm.

You swallowed thickly as you lowered your camera, clearing your throat.

“Next outfit,” you announced loudly and stood up.  

Johnny shoots you his signature smirk, stepping away from the white screen. You stare at him, from his head all the way down to his feet, wracking your brain as you try to recall something, anything. 

Surely I'd remember that body... right? 

"Johnny," you call out when he reaches you as he was making his way to the back of the room to change. 

"Yes, Y/N?" His voice is teasing and flirty enough that you can feel yourself blushing again. 

God, I can't remember shit, how the hell do I not remember us having sex? 

"Did you, uh." You falter, hesitating. "Did we...?"

You trail off and Johnny crosses his arms then, turning completely towards you with his eyes twinkling mischievously.

He knows. He knows exactly what you're thinking and what you're rambling about and what's driving you crazy with suspense but won't say a word because he's a little shit who needs to hear you say it. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" You finally ask, meeting his eyes. His shoulder slumps at the words, as if they're not what he expected and you're thankful to your brain for the quick change in thought as you prod further, "Why didn't you reach out to me? It would have been easy to get my number, since you're a model and all. I would have apologised properly and paid for the shirt." 

"Actually, I left my number for you on that note," he admits wryly. "But you didn't take it so I assumed you were too embarrassed and had just ran out. Besides, I left the country the next day itself, I had a show at London for a month or so."

You open your mouth to reply but stop as he steps closer, the front of his crossed arms brushing against you slightly. His eyes search your blank face as he says, "You don't remember anything... do you?" 

Your silence suffices as a response and Johnny's eyes darken as he lowers his head so that his mouth was near your ear when he mutters, "Well, in that case, let me remind you that you don't have to worry about the shirt cause trust me, you compensated for it plenty." 

Your eyes are wide as Johnny walks away from you then, leaving your stunned self behind. You only snap out of your daze when you hear the familiar shutter click and turn to see Jaemin at your side, holding up the camera. 

"Sorry," he mutters, not seeming apologetic in the slightest. "But your expression was literal gold. What'd he say? Did y'all fuck or nah?”

“I’m—” You take a deep breath, trying to regain composure. “I’m pretty sure we did. I cannot believe this absolute shitstorm, god, I need to sit down—”

“We’re ready!” You hear the manager’s voice call out as Johnny strides out in a white faux fur jacket this time over ripped blue jeans, his hair falling over his forehead. His gaze catches yours and you feel your mouth dry as Jaemin whistles lowly beside you, handing the camera back to you.

“Look, Y/N,” He teases, grinning as he gestures discreetly to Johnny. “It’s a boyfriend look this time.”

“Shut the fuck up and get the lights before I fire you,” you threaten him, adjusting the lens again and clearing your throat as he walks to the screen.

Your mind is a blank daze for the rest of the shoot as you focus on clicking perfect shots that would get this shoot over with, the faster the better. Johnny keeps his eyes on you throughout this outfit—to the extent that you have to ask him to look away from the camera so that you could get his side-profile.

He changes into three more outfits before they finally call an end to it. Johnny and his crew leave the room and head to the back to change, finally giving you space to breathe as the room clears out. You go through the pictures absentmindedly and Jaemin approaches you slowly.

“Hey,” he says, cautiously as if you were a time bomb ready to explode if he triggered you in the slightest. “You okay?”

“Mhm, fantastic,” you deadpan, pressing your lips into a thin line as you flit through all the shots. “Just wondering if this is how amnesia feels. Also, I’m never drinking again.”

You glance at Jaemin then to see him suppressing a laugh, which in turn, makes you glare at him. He pats your shoulder then, opening his mouth to say something in comfort that you already knew would only infuriate you more rather than reassure you when you hear a familiar deep voice call your name behind you.

You turn, dread and embarrassment kicking in again as you force yourself to smile and say, “The photos will be ready tomorrow, I’ll send them directly to your manager and the magazine. He has my card so if there is anything he needs, he can just—”

“Right, right, sure, that’s all fine,” Johnny nods, glancing at Jaemin briefly before looking at you again. “I needed a favour actually.”

Oh god.

“Do you have more shoots after this?” he asks. “Or any plans, for that matter?”

You turn to Jaemin with wide eyes and he immediately quips, “No, actually, I’m in charge of her schedule and it’s completely clear after this.”

Fired, fired, I need a new assistant cause he’s fired.

“Great,” Johnny grins, eyes flashing at you. “I wanted some photos for my social media. I can’t use the ones with the outfits or for the magazine until they release it so could you take a few of me now?”

You nod slowly, feeling exhausted at all the rush of emotions coursing through you as you nudge Jaemin. “Sure. Get the lights.”

“Oh, no, no,” Johnny held up his hands, stopping Jaemin. “I don’t need fancy lights or anything, it’s just for Twitter and Instagram.” He looked at you then, his expression slightly shifting. “Just you and your camera is fine, really.”

You blink, wondering if you’d heard him right and notice Jaemin grin wolfishly from your peripheral.

“Well!” Jaemin could not sound more cheerful and you have never wanted to murder him as much as you did just then. “I’ll call it a day, then, Y/N. See you tomorrow. Have fun, kids.”

You turn at that last bit, hand already reaching out to hit him and Jaemin jumps away, predicting it as he laughs and quickly leaves the room. You want to call out for him, beg him to stay but the door is already closing, Johnny’s staring and smirking at you again, and you’re trapped.

Taking a deep breath, you clutch your camera tightly to your chest. “All right. Let’s get this over with.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “Busy?”

“Aren’t you?” You retort. “Your manager was yelling earlier about a tight schedule?”

“Nah, he is,” Johnny shrugged, crossing his arms as he smiled at you. “I have all the time in the world, Y/N.”

“Right,” you mutter, looking away and pointing to a side of the room where the lights hit perfectly. “How about there?”

Johnny nods as he moves to where you gesture and poses. You crouch a bit and he hesitates before saying, “Uh, close-ups will be good.”

You straighten then, holding the camera to your face. He’s wearing his own clothes now—a white collared shirt tucked into fancy black pants with a black tie that hung wonkily off his neck. He stares at you in an expression that you’re certain is meant for you and not the camera. You huff in frustration, lowering the camera and start to ask what his problem is when Johnny says, “You can relax, you know? I was just teasing. Nothing you think happened.”

You stop at that, furrowing your eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“The party,” he clarified. “We hit on each other. You felt me up a bit, I maaay have reciprocated and kissed you a little but that’s about it. You were really drunk and I wasn’t going to take advantage of that, Y/N. Besides, you passed out as soon as we got to my apartment.”

You stare at him in silence, feeling your entire body flush as the words he’d just said slowly registered in your head. You take a deep breath and raise the camera again, clicking a candid. Johnny frowns at your lack of response before quickly raising his hand to his hair and posing.

You click about seven pictures before he tells you to come closer to take a final pic which was him doing cutesy ‘aegyo’.

You suggested taking this one on his phone so that he could post it as his story—maybe a teaser for more pictures—and he agrees, handing his phone to you. You place your camera aside and take his phone, selecting a flattering filter before muttering a count and pausing as he raises both his hands in peace-signs, closing his eyes and pouting slightly.

God, he’s so fucking hot and cute at the same time, how is he human?

Johnny opens one eye and you’re almost ready to swoon when he says, “Did you take it?”

“Uh, no, close your eyes,” you quickly stammer and press the button to take a boomerang of him doing the aegyo pose. You lower the phone when you’re done, smiling at the screen as it plays in loop.

Johnny’s standing beside you as he looks at the picture over your shoulder. Noticing the fond expression on your face, he mumbles, “What?’

“This is really cute,” you admit honestly, raising your head to smile up at him. He’s standing as close as he was when he held you about an hour ago and told you about your little drunken encounter.

“Thanks for telling me,” you say, and from the way his eyes soften, you can tell that he immediately understands what you mean. “And thanks for taking me back to your place before I made a fool of myself at the party that literally had a majority of my top-clients.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies, his low voice causing your stomach to clench.

“And um,” you hesitate before glancing down at his phone again, unable to maintain eye contact as you rush through the words. “Thanks for not… yeah. It’s bad enough that I don’t remember the kiss.”

You feel Johnny freeze at that, not expecting your words. You focus on his pouty lips on the phone screen, cursing yourself and the stupid tequila when you feel a gentle grip on your arm.

“Hey,” Johnny’s voice is soft and sultry as he turns you around, taking the phone from your hand and placing it atop your camera on the desk before gazing at you. “I could always remind you.”

It takes a minute for you to understand what he means and before it can even process, Johnny’s lifting your chin with his hand, lowering his head to meet yours in a gentle kiss.

You’re frozen at the spot where you stand, eyes wide as his lips move against yours. It feels familiar and soft and lush and oh-so-good. If this were a movie, you’re certain that the drunken memories of your first kiss would have hit you right at that instant but as Johnny kisses you, all you can think of is him, his mouth on yours, right now.

And so you give in.

You raise your hands to his tie, tugging it to pull him down to your height as you deepen the kiss. You feel Johnny smile at your responsiveness, arms slowly circling your waist until you're melting in his warmth.

He nudges you back onto the desk, pressing you against its edge and your hand flails behind slowly, a mild panic surfacing as you pull away from his mouth to mutter, "Camera, camera."

Johnny pulls away immediately, eyes widening as he quickly grabs your hips and pulls you to him before you could knock over the camera and his phone off the table. "Shit, sorry."

You turn his head to the right where he could see the plush leather couch at the corner and press your lips to his cheek as you mumble, "Couch."

He grins, pulling you up quickly so that your legs wrap around his waist reflexively. He hoists you in his arms until your head is finally a few inches over his.

You smile giddily as you cup his face with both your hands, tracing his lower lip with your tongue for entrance. He readily grants it as he carries you to the couch and as your tongue wrestles with his for dominance, he sits you down on the leather armrest of the couch.

Placing his hands on the leather on either side of your hips to hold himself up, you trace his sharp jawline with your fingers as you explore his mouth. You're still shorter than him despite sitting on a high armrest and you use the position to your advantage, letting your hands trail down leisurely from his neck to his chest.

You lower them further to the soft material of his pants, moaning involuntarily as you feel the hardness beneath. Johnny smirks against your mouth, pulling away to mutter, “You’re right, you have a hell of a grip.”

You can’t help but laugh as you pull away then, giving him a mischievous smirk as you tease, “Please, you’ve seen nothing yet.” You grab his hand and straighten from the couch, quickly turning him around so that he was sitting on the armrest now. Your fingers deftly work their way down his shirt, pulling the tie off his neck and unbuttoning the shirt. Tugging it over his shoulders, you don’t even remove it from his arms as your hands hungrily roam his bare torso, relishing in the warmth as your mouth busies itself by sucking and licking at his neck.

Johnny’s head is tossed back as he lets you ravish his throat, nipping at his Adam’s apple and you’re sucking on his collar bone when he suddenly jolts, grabbing your forearms and stopping you.

“No hickies,” he says quickly, seeming apologetic and panicked at the time. “Model, remember?”

You pause in your ministrations before shrugging as you slowly lowered yourself to the floor, keeping your eyes on him while your hands began pulling his pants off. “That’s fine. There’s other places that would look pretty with hickies.”

Johnny furrows his eyebrows at you, eyes widening as you toss the pants aside along with his underwear and kiss your way up his thighs. You hear him curse as you lick the precum leaking from his tip, slowly stroking his impressive length with your tongue. His hands find their way into your hair, fingers digging into your scalp as he holds you closer to him. You circle your tongue around the tip teasingly, wanting to rile him up while your hand moves leisurely up and down. And as you do so, you can’t help but wonder how you’re going to take all of him, because as much as you want him, he was bigger than anyone you’d ever been with.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, Y/N,” Johnny finally growls, having had enough and his deep bossy tone as he wraps one hand around his own length and forcefully pushes it past your wet lips has you moaning in pleasure. He groans as soon as he feels the warm wet cavern of your mouth envelop him. You use your hands to stroke the rest of him that isn’t in your mouth and Johnny gives you a second to adjust before he grabs the back of your head with both hands, pushing more into you.

You gag slightly, tears springing to your eyes as you try to relax your jaw and take in more of him. The head of his erection hits the back of your throat and you choke as he fucks your mouth, pushing as much of him into you as possible. Your knees dig into the cold floor, a slight ache in your lower jaw as you focus on giving him the best suck of his life, tongue circling around him as he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

Johnny twitches inside and you hollow your cheeks, sucking him deeper until he’s moaning and his nails are painfully digging into your head. He gasps as he grabs the sides of your head, pulling you off of him forcefully. A loud ‘pop’ sound echoes as his dick leaves your mouth, a trail of saliva hanging between your lips and his erection as you gaze in a confused haze at him, head spinning slightly.

Your hand reaches out to take him again, desperate to taste and swallow his essence but he takes your hands and pulls you off the floor roughly, shaking his head.

His mouth meets yours heatedly, a soft moan as he tastes himself on your glistening lips. Throwing his shirt off his arms, he pushes you back until you fall back on the couch. His hands work quickly in pulling your blouse off, fingers crawling down your pants hurriedly without even taking it off. They slip easily inside your panties, feeling your slick opening.

“Fuck,” Johnny breathes, eyes widening at you as you lay back on the couch in your bra and pants with his one hand down your underwear. You spread your legs further and Johnny has settled himself in between your thighs, looking at you with an expression akin to awe as he feels your wetness, two long fingers curling inside your slick walls.

You moan, arching off the couch as his knuckles presses against the spot that has white spots blinding your vision and your stomach clenching. His one hand quickly comes around to your raised back and unclasps your bra, flinging it aside.

He buries his face in your chest, lips latching onto your erect nipple and you gasp at the pleasure that courses through your veins from the multiple stimulations that he’s giving you. Johnny struggles to pull your pants down your legs while on top of you but manages it in his haste, nearly ripping it off your ankles. You moan as you feel him tease you up and down your slit, coating his erection with your dripping arousal.

You hear the chorus of your heavy breaths, Johnny’s broad chest pressing against yours and you can’t help but gasp as he enters you, thick length sliding inside your pussy easily and stretching you out.

Johnny looks so big above you, feels so big inside you and you're vaguely aware that his feet are probably sticking out since he could hardly fit in your couch.

His hair is no longer prim and proper—falling over his sweaty forehead in messy strands, face flushed from exertion and you were quite sure your own mouth had more of his lip tint right now than he did when he'd walked in.

You're breathing hard as he pushes himself into you and you feel like he's never ending, short gasps leaving your parted lips as you try to accommodate all of his length. Johnny presses reassuring kisses on your face, murmuring how good you're doing as you try to relax beneath him. You groan finally as you feel his pelvic bone brush against your clit.

Johnny's inside you completely, hilt buried balls-deep and your eyes are wide at how stretched and full you feel. His eyes watch your face carefully, asking silently how you're doing and you nod, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to feel him completely all over you.

Johnny slowly moves his hips back before thrusting inside again, huskily groaning, "God, you're so tight and wet."

You whimper as he starts thrusting slowly, the initial pain shifting into a pleasure that had you feeling lightheaded.

"Babe," Johnny pants, "you feel too good to not ruin, so I'm just going to—”

You cut him off with a sloppy kiss, warm mouths and wet tongues messily meeting as you mutter, "Go for it."

You didn't know what you were agreeing to—Johnny began thrusting into you at an almost animalistic pace, pounding you into the plush couch. He pressed his hands onto your shoulders, pinning you down as his hips snap into yours until you're screaming his name. Burying his face in your neck, he sucks on your collarbone as you feel your stomach clench with your impending orgasm.

"Johnny," you breathe, your hand raising to clutch the back of his head. “I'm going to—”

"Wait, baby, not yet," he says, thrusting into you rougher. Your chest heaves against his, back arching as you press up to him and you feel his hand lower itself to your clit, flicking it up and down.

Your head spins as you cum uncontrollably then, back arching off of the couch and toes curling at the pleasure coursing through all your nerves and setting them on fire. Your walls clench and convulse around him, triggering his own orgasm as he floods inside you. Your body trembles beneath his as he fills you up with spurts and spurts of his cum, held in by his cock that was still buried inside you.

Both of you are gasping, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm as you fall back into the couch and Johnny collapses on top of you. Your bodies are warm and sweaty, his cock slowly softening inside you and you can feel the leather of the couch sticking to your back with your sweat.

He sits up slightly, smiling as his eyes roam your face. Lifting a finger, he traces it down your eye and cheek, holding it up to you to show you a faint black liquid on the tip.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before your eyes widen as you realise that your makeup had smeared and Johnny was holding up the remnants of your mascara. You start to throw your hands up to your face and he immediately grabs your wrists, stopping you.

“Trust me,” Johnny chuckles, the sound reverberating between your bodies as it rumbles in his chest. “You’ve never looked prettier. I’ve been wanting to ruin your makeup since you ruined my shirt at that party.”

You wince as you move slightly, feeling the dull ache in your thighs and realised that Johnny had stuck to his word—you’re definitely going to have a hard time walking tomorrow.

You kiss him softly as you say, “Trust me, you’ve ruined more than just my makeup, Johnny.”