Hey, my beautiful, wonderful readers! It's early February, so as promised, here's an update! I hope you guys have had an amazing past few months, and I hope you're still interested in these stories! Just a quick heads up that I've uploaded some oneshots, and I do still have a couple to post, but I had so many requests to update my multi-chapters, so I thought I would update these before continuing with my editing, so there are some more to come!

Anyway, here we go...

"Um," Clary was caught off guard for a moment, her lips falling open, but she caught herself quickly and wrinkled her nose. "Uh—no. Thank you. I'll be fine."

"You sure?" The guy sounded amused. "Because you're not looking all that fine." He tipped his head to the side and Clary's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing—she had seen it a hundred times before. He was checking her out. "At least, your situation doesn't look fine." Clary rolled her eyes and let out a huff as she looked back down at her phone. He didn't move, foot balancing the bike to the side as he stared at her. Clary narrowed her eyes as she met his gaze defiantly.

"I said that I'll be fine," Clary stated. "Feel free to run along."

"And leave a damsel in distress?" He was teasing her and it made her skin prickle in frustration. "Anyone could come along at this time of night and see you standing here."

"It's looks like anyone did," Clary muttered under her breath. "I'm not getting on the back of that...Thing," she waved a finger at the bike and then looked back down at her phone. If she kept on calling Simon, maybe she would wake him up and then he would come and get her. She knew there wasn't much point trying to call Kaelie Whitewillow, because she had almost been black out drunk at the party which was why she had tried Lydia in the first place, and since her phone was going right to voice mail, it must have been off, and she wouldn't realize it until she woke up in the morning. She was flicking through her contacts list, part of her hoping she would be hit with someone she could call, but mainly just trying to look busy while the biker stared at her. He wasn't making any motion to move and she let out an exasperated sigh as she looked up. "You're still here?" She snapped at him.

"Come on, sweet thing," the man took off his helmet and held it out to her. She could see his face a lot better now, since the shadows from the helmet were gone. He was gorgeous, and it was unfair, because that made it harder for her to keep the glare on her face.

She managed though.

It was pretty much her default expression.

"I'll even let you wear the helmet, since I don't have the spare on me," he told her.

"How chivalrous of you to offer," Clary snipped, but she didn't make any move to take the helmet from him. "But once again, I said I'm fine."

"Shit, you always this stubborn? Just trying to lend a helping hand," he said to her with a tip of his head.

"I bet you are," Clary's nose wrinkled as she looked down at his hands and he let out a laugh. He didn't seem offended at all, but from the way he let out a heavy breath, it did look as though he was loosing his patience.

"Listen, sweet thing—"

"Don't call me that," Clary narrowed her eyes at that. "I let you get away with it once."

"As I was saying," he continued, his lips turning upwards in an amused smirk. "I'm not going to hang around here for much longer, I've got better places to be. So if you've got someone who's going to come along and pick your ass up, then I'll be on my way." He began pulling back his arm, turning the helmet back around to face himself, but Clary felt panic flare up at the idea of being left alone, in a tiny dress, on the side of an empty street.

"Wait!" She snapped out and lurched forward, snatching the helmet from the bikers hand. He smirked at her, and she hated that way he watched her knowingly as she held the helmet in her hands. She turned it over, looking at it with a hesitant tap of her fingers against the slightly scratched head wear before pursing her lip together and put it over her head. She tried not to think about how his sweaty head had been in it just a few moments before—and she had no idea how many other heads had been in it—and she buckled it under her chin. It was much to loose and the biker snorted, crooking a finger at her.

"Come here," he said to her with a grin. Clary didn't want to approach him, but she knew that they were going to get a lot closer than this once she got on the back of the death trap that he was riding. "Come on," he told her, a bit of an edge to his voice, like he was teasing her, and she hated that. She walked up to him, trying to keep the distaste off her face as his hands reached up and adjust the buckle under her chin. She could smell cigarette smoke and oil on his fingers and she crinkled her nose as the rough pads of her fingers scratched the smooth skin of her chin as he tightened the strap. She swallowed hard as he leaned back and raised his eyebrows. "You hopping on?"

"Right," she muttered under her breath as she eyed the bicycle. It looked expensive, it was even a little shiny, which was a bit surprising, but then it wasn't as though she knew anything about motorbikes. It could just be tacky and plastic for all she knew. Clary gritted her teeth together and hitched her skirt up further around her thighs, before sending a narrow eyed look at the man. "Eyes forward, biker boy," she stated. The dress was so tight around her thighs, and there was no way that she was going to be able to throw her leg over the bike without pulling it up.

"Trust me," he grinned, teeth shining and eyes glinting. "Nothing that I haven't seen before." He turned to face forward, though, giving her at least a little privacy as she managed to get her leg over the seat of the bike. Her high heels didn't feel particularly sturdy as she braced them on the footfalls and she clenched her teeth together as she put her hands gingerly on the mans hips. He let out a laugh and reached backward with both hands, gripping her behind the knees and dragging her forward so that she was pressed up hard against him.

"Hey," Clary said sharply, although maybe her voice came out a little shaky because she was suddenly pressed right up against the hard body of a man that she didn't know.

"Settle down," she could practically hear him rolling his eyes at her. "You need to hold on tight." Clary hated it, but she wrapped her arms around him, gripping onto his shirt. The engine was still vibrating them, and she found that maybe if this was a situation, she would actually being enjoying this, it felt nice under her ass and between her legs. But there was no way that she was going to admit that, so she settled for jerking her head in a nod.

"I'm ready," she told him.

"I have no idea where you live," he responded. Clary hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was really the best thing to do. Her parents weren't home and there wouldn't be the housekeeper around, since it was practically the middle of the night. She would be completely alone, and she had no idea who this guy was.

He sold drugs and he was wearing a leather jacket that proclaimed Reapers Sons across the back.

"Listen, girl, tell me where you live or you can come back and sleep at my place and get your chauffeur to pick you up in the morning," he stated and Clary huffed.

"I'm not ending up in your trailer for the night, I have no idea what kind of STD's I'm getting just touching you, muchless what I would get if I stepped foot inside your home," she snipped at him and she heard a laugh. "Newport Beach, I'll give the directions as we go," she told him. He didn't reply just revved the engine of his bike and then he was lifting his foot off the ground and then there was a skidding noise that Clary actually felt through the slipping of the bike, and then they were accelerating forward. She actually ended up gripping the man a lot tighter than she had planned, and even though she wasn't going to admit it to him, it kind of felt nice, pressed up hard against him.

Clary had to shout out the directions as they drove, even though it was deadly quiet on the streets as they ate up the ground, but the engine of the bike was loud and so she needed to raise her voice to be heard. She considered telling the biker to drop her off at the end of the block, but then she didn't want to walk all the way up to her house, and she also didn't want to risk one of the neighbours looking out the window and seeing her. As they drove up the street toward her home, Clary felt nervousness beginning to well in her stomach.

What if he turned off his bike?

What if he followed her to the door?

What if he tried to get inside the house?

When they pulled up outside her house, right outside the large wrought iron gates at the bottom of the driveway, Clary quickly got off the bike, swinging her leg over the side, and then nearly falling over, her legs feeling weak underneath her.

"Whoah!" The guy's hand snapped out, as though he had been expecting her to tumble, and steadied her with a careful look in his eyes. "You good? Just take a sec, legs usually feel a bit shaky after your first ride." Clary wanted to snap at him and jerk her arm away, but she would look like a complete idiot if she pulled away and then tumbled down on her ass. She waited until her legs felt steady underneath her, at least as steady as they ever felt when in six inch heels, and then she pulled her wrist away from the biker. He gave her an amused look, but didn't comment.

He also didn't look as though he was about to get off his bike, so that was reassuring.

"Uh," Clary paused for a moment and then set to work at unbuckling the helmet from under here chin and practically ripped it off, thrusting it at the biker. "Thanks for the...Ride," her upper lip curled in disgust and the guy let out a short laugh as he took the helmet from her.

"What's your name?" He asked her as he began loosening the strap in his hands.

"What makes you think that I'm going to give you my name?" Clary snorted.

"I could just keep calling you 'sweet thing', since you obviously like that," he was mocking her and it made her want to grind her teeth. She felt a twinge in her jaw and he knew that he was getting to her, because there was a smirk on his face...An unfortunately sexy smirk.

"It's Clarissa. Clarissa Morgenstern," Clary stated, fully prepared to spin on her heel and flounce up to the key pad to open the gate, leaving him to stare after her. But something changed in his expression, and the smile dropped off his face as he shook his head.

"Right," he muttered as he put the helmet on his head. "I'll see you round," he said shortly and revved the engine of his bike. Then he was spinning it around and speeding off down the street, leaving Clary blinking after him.

Right! So, here's the super, super long A/N—sorry! I had a great Christmas and New Years time, not really doing much, just spending time at the beach and with my husband and with some of best friends. This year has started well, there's been a few bad days, but hey, happens to everyone. I hope your year has started just as good, and you spent it with family and friends if that's what you prefer, and that you spent it alone and quiet if that's what you prefer.

I wanted to say that I managed to get around to most of peoples oneshots, at least the ones that struck a chord with me because some of prompts just aren't the type that I can write, and I had fun with the ones I wrote! You can still send me prompts or requests through the year, and I try and get to them near the end of the year when I focus on oneshots. Can be in a huge variety of fandoms, just ask me :)

On with the recommendations!

TV Shows: Roswell: New Mexico. Well. I loooved the original series, even if I can see a lot of flaws in it when watching it now back to when I was a teenager. I'm enjoying the reboot so far, I really like the change up in Liz, and Michael's relationship with Alex. I love that Tyler Blackburn from Pretty Little Liars is in it, and Michael Trevino from Vampire Diaries, because he was one of my favourite characters from VD. Anyway. Fingers crossed it goes well. And I intensely ship Max/Liz already, and not because I know they're supposed to get together, but because I love their chemistry, which is more than the original series, at least for my side. Oh and The Runaways Season 2! I liked Gert a lot more in this one. Ooh, and Sex Education. That show is absolutely brilliant. Like, insanely brilliant. I'm so glad it's been renewed for another season. I also started watching The Following for the hundredth time because this show is amazing.

Music: 6 Figures by Kings, Run Away With Me by Carly Rae Jepsen, Old News by Mitch James, Wasted by Jesse McCartney and Bad! by XXXTENTACION. Ooh, and Saturday Nights by Khalid, Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish and Wild Enough by Elina.

Movies: Tomb Raider, which I watched for the second time the other week and I quite enjoyed it, a lot more than the first time I watched it. Alicia Vikander is a babe. Also How To Train Your Dragon 3. Holy shit. I knew this one was going to get me in the feels, but I didn't expect to cry twice. It was beautiful. Also the new Robin Hood. Maybe I'm biased because I love Taron Egerton, but I didn't think it was anywhere near as bad as what the reviews said. I know it wasn't great, but I still enjoyed it, and Marian was a badass.

Now, I've got some questions! Thought I'd change things up a little this year.

So; what is your favourite song right now? Mine would be a tie between Run Away With Me by Carley Rae Jepsen and Back To Life by Hailee Steinfield.

What is...Your favourite movie that you've seen recently? Mine would be Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse.

Aaaand what is your favourite fandom to read in? For me it would be a tie between the DC fandom and Harry Potter right now, although it changes frequently.

Talk to me, let me know what you thought and answer the questions if you feel inclined to!