Dirty Laundry

Prompt: can you do a one shot where the reader is Rick’s daughter (like early-mid twenties) but she’s really shy and Negan takes a liking to her. He constantly flirts with and compliments her and keeps making excuses to make more runs to Alexandria just so that he can see her. Maybe they eventually kiss in the end. Just pure fluff please. Thank you! – Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Negan x You, Negan x Ricks!Daughter

Word Count: 2,424

Type: One shot.

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Notes: I struggled writing this, it literally took me like two weeks. But this is what I came up with, I hope it’s okay little nonnie. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to send me feedback. Anyways, happy reading y’all.

“Well hello kitten, fancy fucking seeing you here.” You hear the oh so familiar voice of Negan say, as he stands in your back yard watching you hang out the washing.

You turn to him, chewing on the inside of your lip. He had taken a liking to you over the past few weeks. Your first encounter with Negan was him trying to start a conversation with you in the kitchen and you fumbling on your words not being able to form a coherent sentence. You weren’t much for talking or interacting with others in general and you definitely weren’t keen on talking with the charismatic chatty villain. But luckily for you, a saviour had interrupted the encounter to show Negan something.

You could probably count the amount of words you had actually spoken to him on both your hands, but even though you showed no sign on increasing the word count he still felt the need to personally greet you every time he visited. Recently his visits had become more frequent, much to your father’s disapproval.

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A Study in Feline Mating Behaviours: by one Gavin Free, PhD.

pairing: michael/gavin
warnings: none
rating: teen
length: 2,156 words

ao3 link:

summary: “So, I think Michael wants to eat me.”
Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road.

(or, Michael’s been acting weird and Gavin has a theory: too bad it couldn’t be farther from the truth.)

additional tags: hybrid au, fluff

“So, I think Michael wants to eat me.”

Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road. Not a giggle, or the huff of a laugh that Geoff usually gives to anything he finds somewhat funny but isn’t worth wasting energy on; this is full-blown, voice-cracking, wheezing, huffing Geoff laughter, and he’s pretty sure that if the steering wheel hadn’t been in the way, Geoff would be folded double. It’s been a long day at the Achievement Hunter office and Gavin’s just ticked off enough that his feathers ruffle and his shoulders hunch as he turns away from Geoff. “Oy, shut up. I’m being serious.”

“Why would you even say that, oh my god!” Geoff’s gasping for air and Gavin can see tears in his eyes as he absolutely howls with laughter. He pushes at the older man’s horns in protest, which sobers him up, although Geoff is still wiping his eyes as he gets back onto the road. “Why do you think that?” He’s still chuckling, but Gavin ignores him, staring at the dashboard. “I mean, I know what cats are like. I’ve owned a cat forever! And he’s acting more and more like Smee just before he drags in a dead rat or something.”

“Who, Michael?”

“Yeah! Just watch him around me! It’s bloody terrifying, it is. He’s always doing this thing where he’s like, staring at me really intensely. It’s just like Smee hunting birds in the backyard!”

Now Geoff’s just casting him sidelong looks of pity. “What?”

“Nothing, dude. I’ll take your word for it.”


For once, Gavin’s not taking the piss. Sure, they joke around the office about the odd mixture of prey and predator that is Achievement Hunter and there are obviously laws and such against eating anyone else; they may be hybrids but they’re not savages, for god’s sake. Nobody’s really going to eat anyone else, probably, but he can’t help but worry. It’s just-

Michael looks at him differently. He remembers the way Michael looked at him when they first met, the combination of surprise and suspicion and ambivalence, quickly replaced by annoyance and frustration. That was alright, Gavin was used to those, seeing as he usually provoked it anyway. But now, there’s something else behind the fond exasperation in his eyes, a strange intense look, as if he was the only person in the whole world to Michael, as if he was, well, prey. And he’ll admit, it ruffles his feathers quite a bit, especially seeing as he actually is prey; all things considered, a lark isn’t high up on the food chain. It’s odd, stirs up a primal fear inside him that he can ignore but not quite forget.

The next day, Michael’s back at it again. He’s talking to Jack, back faced to the door, but the moment Gavin walks in, he looks up and stares straight into his eyes, tail whipping straight down. Gavin swallows down the irrational spike of fear and grins at him, and it seems to snap Michael back into reality. He grins back, a cheeky smirk that makes his down feathers fluff, but even though Michael goes right back to talking to Jack, his posture is different now, back straight and tail stiff, and his ears, originally relaxed, are upright and twitching slightly. Jack gives him a once-over and glances over to meet Gavin’s worried eyes, understanding dawning in his eyes. He murmurs something to Michael, who mutters right back an audible, “Fuck off.” Jack replies, and Michael practically hisses at him, storming back to his seat and dropping into it so forcefully that it creaks. Gavin exchanges wide-eyed looks with Ray, and pats Michael on the arm. He regrets it immediately, because Michael draws back like he’s been stung, hackles raising quickly. The tension in the office doesn’t dissipate for the rest of the morning.

So Gavin corners Jack outside his office, because Jack is a lion and Gavin really wants to know what he said to Michael, and it makes total sense up to the point where Jack says no. They sort of look at each other for a while, Jack calm and Gavin confused.

“But, Jack!”


“Jack! This is important!”

“It’s also none of my business.”

“Well, I should think it’s my bloody business if my best friend wants to maul my face off, yeah?”

The confusion on Jack’s face would’ve been comical if it hadn’t been so relatable. They stare at each other for a beat, and Jack blinks. “Is that what you think’s going on here?”

“Well, yeah. Isn’t it?”

Jack just pushes past him and walks to his car, leaving Gavin confused and frustrated and trilling loud, angry noises at him. It’s unfortunately nothing new for either of them.


He asks Ryan next, just because Ryan is actually a nice person and the real dad of the group under all of his insanity and malice. He explains the whole situation to him over lunch another day, and because Ryan is nicer than the other gents, he listens to all of it before humming thoughtfully and then shaking his head.


“Nah, I don’t think that’s it.”

“Why not? It’s pretty simple, innit?”

“Maybe you’re barking up the wrong tree?” Ryan snickers and flicks at one of his wings, stretched out because he can never do it in the office, tiny and cramped as it is, and a 9-5 without stretching his wings is hell on his back. Gavin scowls and flaps it at him, sending a gust of wind through the break room. It’s annoying, sure, but it doesn’t account for the sudden blankness of Ryan’s expression. It’s then that he realises Michael’s entered the room, and without consciously deciding to, his wings snap back, folding up neatly against his spine. Michael looks terrifying, sharp teeth just resting against his bottom lip, ears perked and tail lowered and stiff. His hackles are raised, and it takes a moment for Gavin to realise that the low sound he’s barely hearing is Michael growling quietly. He shrinks back, glancing over at Ryan for support, but the bovine hybrid is standing up, the same irritatingly understanding look that Jack had now plastered across his face. Calmly, Ryan nods to Michael and disposes of his trash before leaving the breakroom. Gavin immediately reconsiders his assumption that Ryan is a nice person. No nice person leaves their friend to a predator to possibly have their face mauled off.

Somehow, though, the moment Ryan leaves the room, the growling tapers off and Michael shakes himself, claws that Gavin is acutely aware of retracting back into his fingers, to his immense relief. He’s still got the intense look in his eyes and his tail remains lowered, but the tension in his shoulders dissipates and he fetches a drink from the fridge before glancing over to him, smile wide, as if the events of two minutes ago hadn’t happened.

“Wanna go to Rudy’s?”

Gavin’s never been more reluctant, but he nods anyway. At least it’s crowded there. If anything happens, they’ll know exactly what.


It escalates after that. He calls Michael all manner of insults, but instead of the usual eye roll or “Shut the fuck up, Gav,”, the Jersey boy just cuffs him about the head or bats his shoulder. It’s never too rough, nothing he’s never learned to take in 26 years of being part bird, but it’s still unnerving, the sudden clap of his hand, and Gavin jumps a foot in the air every time it happens. Michael finds it hilarious, but Gavin just finds it sad. He gets an achievement in a game by backstabbing Michael, and the cat hybrid tackles him out of his chair and wrestles him around into a headlock that he won’t relinquish, even though Gavin’s smacking him with his wings and squawking loudly. It’s nice to tumble with his boy again, but the fear at the back of his mind screws with him, and when Michael lets him go, he scrambles quickly back into his chair, ignoring the surprised and somewhat hurt look in his boy’s eyes.

And so maybe Gavin is sort of, kinda, slightly, somewhat avoiding him. In his defence, he really doesn’t want to be eaten, which he sees as a perfectly justified goal, which is why it’s so unfair whenever he successfully evades going to lunch or bevs or downtown with Michael and the gents give him a disappointed look, as if he’s the one in the wrong. He’s not the one trying to eat his friends, for god’s sake. Michael probably doesn’t notice anyway, the first few times Gavin said no, he’d just shrugged and gone with Lindsay or one of the other guys, and then after that he’d stopped asking altogether. Fortunately, they haven’t had any Play Pals coming up, and in normal Let’s Plays the others keep up the banter for him. He never stays in the office longer than the normal hours because Michael always stays late, and he’s almost perfected the art of not quite looking at Michael when they talk. Gavin misses their usual conversation, but he thinks he’d prefer to be alive and without a best friend, rather than having said best friend kill you. Does that even make sense? Probably.


The whole thing comes to a head a couple of weeks later, in possibly the worst way. It’s five in the evening and Gavin’s puttering about in the break room, about to leave the building, when a hand grabs him by the elbow and he’s pulled back to meet a somewhat upset Michael.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What?” His eyes meet Michael’s and slide away quickly, and he nervously bites his lip, feathers circling him defensively, and he can almost feel the confusion and hurt radiating from the cat hybrid. His tail curls around him and his ears flatten against his head, and Gavin can’t help but feel like shit now.

“What did I do? Are you okay?” He shakes his head, refusing to reply, but Michael steps closer, hands moving to grab his shoulders, stopping in their tracks as Gavin flinches and his wings shove them away. “Don’t! I-”

“What? What’s going on?”

“Don’t- You can’t- You can’t eat me, alright?”

There’s a beat of incredulous silence, and Gavin thinks that maybe Geoff and Jack and Ryan had a point when he meets Michael’s eyes and they’re full of shock. “Is that what you think’s going on?”

“Uh- I mean, it seemed like it.” He mumbles, and Michael shakes his head. “You’re such a fucking dumbass.”

“Well, then what is going on? You’ve been acting really weird, you can’t deny that!”

He barely has time to register what’s happening before Michael’s grabbing him by the collar and jerking him forward. Their lips meet in a chaste kiss that’s over almost as soon as it starts, and Michael steps back immediately, a flush creeping down his neck. “That’s what’s going on, fucker.” He mumbles, but there’s no heat behind the words and Gavin can see the fear in his eyes as his ears flatten against his head. Almost without thinking, he pulls him back in, hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and kisses him properly. In terms of a kiss, it’s not great, desperation making it sloppy and fumbling, but then Michael presses him against the wall and he feels a sharp canine nick his lower lip, and bloody hell forget what he just said, this is spectacular.

When they finally break apart, they’re both panting, grinning like idiots, and Michael presses his forehead to Gavin’s, shuts his eyes. “Come home with me.” His tail wraps around Gavin’s wrist affectionately, and Gavin’s wings unfold, enclose him as well.

And maybe he should stop to think about this, it’s not like he’s ever been with a guy, and it should probably be a lot more scary than it is, but then again it’s Michael, and nothing is too difficult with him, so he mumbles mindlessly, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

The delighted grin he receives in return is more than enough to chase away any lingering doubt, and he follows willingly when Michael steps away, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the break room and towards the main office door.


The next day, they practically sprint into the office, fifteen minutes late and panting, and Michael manages to get out between heavy breaths, “Sorry I’m late. I was doing…things.”

“I’m things.” Gavin chirps from behind him, and although everyone in the room groans and Ray shouts, “I’m out!”, it’s definitely worth it to see the pretty flush creep up Michael’s neck.

“Still think Michael’s out to eat you?” Geoff calls out, and the gents all look up at him with the same annoying I-told-you-so look.

“Turns out, Geoffrey, I was completely right about that.”

Prompt: None

Rating: M - brief sexual scenes and domestic violence 

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

The first time it happened, he told you it was a mistake. That despite his close proximity to you where you felt his warm ranging breath on your skin, he had told you that it was a flinch of his hand.

A flinch of his hand that had landed you on your back against the floor, your cheek burning as you looked up at him. Fire raged within you and you contemplated attacking him. But you knew it wouldn’t be enough. You weren’t as strong as him, nor could you ever be. He was by far one of the strongest shinobi in the current village, and here he stood, towering over you like a hunter and it’s prey.

The second time it happened, you knew it was getting worse. When he would come home after a long mission, he would sneak you into bed, dropping a pill into your drink to relinquish you if all your chakra. You’d wake up the next morning feeling sore and achy. Only when he was satisfied with you did the hardships of his mission came out to hurt you. He would become hostile at every question proposed to him, throwing things until finally, you were on the other end of a blow.

And it kept happening.

By the time the fifth time had happened, it was at its worst. There were no more “accidents”, there were no more apologies afterwards, and there was certainly no more coddling of injuries in the days to come. No, this time he had meant it.

It wasn’t really your fault, but then again, you should have known better than to ask him if he would be staying for dinner that night after you had already cooked and he readied himself for leaving. You felt the rage within you, and you began throwing a fit, smashing glasses in the kitchen as you threw away the meal you had cooked.

Before you even noticed him behind you, you felt the hard wood of a nunchaku on your back. You cried out in pain, turning around to defend yourself but he backed you into a corner.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, eh?” He yelled, hitting your arm with the hard wood.

“Stop!” You slid your back down the wall of your tiny apartment, the spots where he had hit radiating pain to your head. You felt dizzy, unable to concentrate as he yelled at you.

“You marry me, and this is how you think you can act? Throwing things like a child? You damn whore.”

“Please!” You tried to get up, reaching for a kunai in your back pocket that wasn’t actually there. You didn’t wear your shinobi attire in the house- it made him feel inferior.

“Why don’t you go sleep with your friend over there! The son of that disgrace Sakumo!”

“You don’t even know him!” You stood up completely, striking a nerve as you faced him. He raised his hand, weapon poised as he registered your words.

“Oh,” he smiled ironically, “I knew you had a soft spot for him. I knew it. So how many times have you slept with him, [y/n]?”

The side of the wooden nunchaku came against your hip.


Again, it hit your arm. Tears streamed down your face.


You felt his foot in your stomach, pushing you up against the wall.

“I haven’t slept with him,” you tried to tell him.

“What was that?”

“I said, I haven’t slept with him!”

His lips curled into a disgusted grimace, “you’re a liar. I don’t know why I even married such a weak and pathetic woman. You can’t even defend yourself. Look at you, weeping in the corner like a child. You call yourself a shinobi of the Leaf?”

You couldn’t muster up the strength to fight him anymore. You felt your body ache from the painful blows, the feeling of weapons against your skin.

Finally, he gave you one last kick in the leg and left, dropping the nunchaku’s on the kitchen floor. You sat in the corner, weeping until you couldn’t feel anymore.

* * * * * * * 

You couldn’t tell anyone.

They would kill him. If you even mentioned it to Kakashi, a blade with be through your husbands chest before you could do anything about it.

You’re relationship with the copy-nin was awkward. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife, but the connection was much deeper than that. It has blossomed during one mission where you found yourself in his arms, bloodied and tired against his chest. He had talked you out of a panicked episode, and after that, you both felt something that wasn’t there before.

You hadn’t lied to your husband about sleeping with Kakashi. Yes, you had kissed him. Once. Or perhaps twice. Or maybe you were having an affair with him, if an affair didn’t include sleeping together. Not yet anyway.

It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to sleep with him, on the contrary, it was really all you thought about. It’s just that you weren’t ready to make yourself accept that your marriage wasn’t what it used to be. You weren’t ready to throw that all away, as you felt that your old husband was still under there, somewhere. But alas, now was not one of those times.

You had told Kakashi about the beatings once. His face burned with rage the moment you spoke the words, and you lied and told him that it was an accident and you would tell him if he ever did it again.

But you didn’t.

* * * * * * * 

It was three days after the last incident. Your body was beginning to heal itself, repairing the tissues that were damaged. This time, there was no apology for what he had done. And you wept everyday afterwards. You ached for Kakashi’s closeness. The relationship you had with him.

So you walked over to his house.

And sat on his couch with him, making sure to cover all your bruises and marks. Luckily, they weren’t on your face this time.

“I missed you,” you whispered to him.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, your knees touching as he tilted his head to see you.

“Yes,” you lied. “Just wanted to see you.”

A smile tugged at his lips from behind his mask. He leaned over, brushing them against yours for a brief moment. You lifted your hand, touching his face as if giving him permission to stay there. He looked down at you, the breath from his mouth tickling your skin. You exhaled as his eyes flickered back to your mouth.

Not a moment later, his lips were on yours, first gently and then more hungry. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your mind blank from the sudden heat. You pulled him closer, arching your back against his chest as he gripped your hips. He pulled away and a second later, you felt the refreshing feeling of his real lips on yours. You reached up, feeling his mask pooled around his neck as his arms snaked up your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He pulled away, breathless. You nodded your head, not even thinking as you crashed your lips back to his. Everything felt surreal. In just a moment, you had been sitting in his couch ready to confess to your beatings and now you were locked in his arms, completely forgetting it all. It didn’t even cross your fogged mind as you fished under his shirt, feeling his chiseled back under your finger tips. You felt your stomach twitch as his hand unhook your bra, his calloused touch trailing across your side until he reached your breast. You felt like the wind was knocked out of you and you moved your mouth away from his, his lips quickly pushing hot kisses to your neck.

You felt him pick you up, placing you on his hips before replacing you on your back. You whimpered as he pushed his hips against yours, rocking them against you and lighting a fire in your belly.

“Kashi-” you barely could breath as he held your breast in his hand, pushing you against his hips.

“Shh-” he managed before sitting you up and yanking your shirt off.

And then it stopped. Suddenly he pulled away.

His chest that was heaving with excitement suddenly deflated and his eyebrows came together. He looked at your arm. He looked at your side.

Embarrassed for being so careless, you quickly reached for your shirt.

“This was a mistake,” you told him. He stopped you, his eyes stern as he held your wrist.

“What is this?” He asked quietly.

“Nothing, just from a mission.”

Kakashi’s face began to redden with anger.

“Don’t lie to me, [y/n].”

You felt your chin quiver involuntarily as you avoided his eyes.

“Did he do this?” His voice was seething, “he hurt you again?”

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to -”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You felt a cry bubbling up in your chest. Your vision became blurry with tears.

“How many times has he done this to you?” Kakashi persisted, trying to meet your gaze.

“I don’t know,” you managed.

He took your arm gently in his hand, inspecting the deep bruise with a brush of his thumb.

“I’m sorry- I know what this looks like.”


“I am a weak woman- I could have defended myself. It’s not -”

“Don’t start with that bullshit,” he told you sternly, a finger pointed at you as he held your shoulder. “You are not a weak woman.”

You tried to catch you breath, feeling panic beginning to envelope you.

“Where else did he hit you?” He asked, trying to remain calm.

You shook your head, tears streaming from your lids.

“Tell me, please,[y/n]. I want to help you.”

“My back,” you whispered, looking away.

Carefully, he stood up, adjusting himself as he turned you around. The bruise on your back was the worst of them all, a solid purple mark directly in the middle with tiny veins surrounding it.

His teeth sunk into his knuckles, “bastard.”

“Kakashi, please-” you tried as quickly left the room. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna kill him,” he seethed.

“Kakashi!” You pleaded. “You can’t kill another Leaf shinobi! They’ll throw you in Hōzuki Castle!”

“You think it’s okay for him to get away with this?” Kakashi spat, pulling his mask back up.

“I don’t -”

“How many times has he done this to you?”

You looked away, “five.”

Kakashi closed his eyes, disgusted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He frowned, sitting back down. You began to weep, uncontrollable tears falling from your face. He wrapped his arms around you, aching himself.

“I’m sorry,” you tried.

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered, trying to calm himself down as well. “I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.”

* * * * * * *

A week later, you signed divorce papers.

Despite it not being his job, Kakashi volunteered to hand deliver them to your soon to be ex-husband who was now recovering from being severely beaten by not just the silver haired copy-nin, but by quite a few other shinobi who had caught wind of the situation.

It was one thing to fight with a comrade, but it was another thing entirely to fight with a spouse and lay a hand on them

That was not tolerated. * * * * *

A/N: idk guys, i had this idea and it didn’t come out as good as I had hoped, but here it is. Im sorry I’m trash. I’m sorry if it’s corny. I guess I’m not entirely good at writing my own prompts.

I just like angst.

Keeping Quiet

Warnings: None

Rating: M

Word Count: 1049

“Mmm, Dan,” I moaned into my boyfriend’s neck. Dragging moist, parted lips down ivory skin, I chose to bite down. Dan groaned and the space he occupied between my breasts vibrated.  Large hands had a hold of my hips, which were currently bouncing on his cock. My thighs pressed hard into his sides when he brushed that oh so sweet spot inside of me. Sliding my lips back up his sensitive skin, I brushed them just barely against the shell of his ear. “We should-ah! We should probably move this to your bedroom,” I rasped. One of Dan’s sweaty hands braced itself against the center of my back, and he tilted his face upward. His eyes were molten and those delicious pink lips were swollen. A trace of a smirk was there. “You really want me to stop, princess?” I rolled my eyes but bit my lip at the nickname. “Don’t call me that! Unless you want me to call you Daddy,” I teased. The smirk was gone. He brought me down on him hard and I knew I’d gotten him. Whenever Phil wasn’t home we found ourselves having sex in all sorts of creative places around the flat. Hell, we’d gone at it on this sofa at least three times now. We continued our love making, the sun having set and the room getting dimmer by the minute. We didn’t need light, though, not when we were connected like this.

Phil wasn’t out as long as we thought he’d be though, and Dan froze us when keys jingled and the door knob shook. Dan’s palms got sweaty against my skin, and I started breathing quicker. We heard plastic bags being set down, and Phil was most likely listening to something with headphones. Dan, having realized this, started slowly moving me over him again. Even in darkness I looked at his face with wide eyes, and tried to stop him. “What are you doing?” I whispered. He started rocking me again, tilting me to the left so his cock brushed my spot. I squeaked, trying not to moan and traumatize our friend. “Dan! Phil’s home! Stop!” My boyfriend only suckled at my neck which would leave a lovely hickey for Phil to discover tomorrow. If he didn’t catch us tonight, that is. I felt him breathe against my ear, just like I had done, “We still haven’t cum yet,” he murmured, nipping my lobe. Fuck, was he actually insane?! He wanted us to keep fucking, while his best friend was just around the corner? The idea though thrilling could only end in disaster. Even as I thought that, the rush of possibly being caught made me tighten, and Dan smiled at the feeling. “Atta girl.” He slid a finger from my neck down to where we were joined together, and I gasped as silently as I could. “W-We could get caught, bear,” I whined. “I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet, babe.” He pressed harder against my clit before I could try to disagree more. Phil chose to walk by at that moment, and I had to yank Dan’s hair and kiss his lips to stop myself from crying out and exposing us. We muffled our moans into each other’s mouths, and I was trembling at the exhilaration of being caught. Phil was right down the hall, in the kitchen warming some dinner up! He could choose to come into the living room at any moment, and we’d be caught. Caught having sex in front of him with nowhere to hide. Fuck, why was this so hot? Dan was literally fucking me right here, on the sofa, the door was even open. I could feel tingles all over my body, even reaching my toes.

“If you’re going to cum,” Dan growled into my neck, making me whimper into his shoulder, “then you better do it now, ‘cause I think Phil’s gonna come in after he’s finished heating his food up.” I whined and yanked his hair some more until our noses were nearly touching. “Same to you, Danny boy. Come for me, unless you want Phil catching us.” We came together, like always, but this time I had to scrape my nails down his broad back while he bit down into my neck (nearly drawing blood). We were struggling to keep quiet as I was thrown under one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

We usually tried to bask in the glow after sex, but the sound of the microwave beeping made us remember our friend was, in fact, just in the other room. In record time I’d slid on shorts and one of Dan’s oversized sweaters. Dan had it harder, he was trying to force his foot through the leg of a pair of joggers while practically stuck with his shirt half on. “Here let me-” I helped my boyfriend into his clothes. Shaking my head, I didn’t know how this was the same man fucking me on the couch just minutes ago. When we were dressed, we situated ourselves so it looked like we’d been laying on the sofa napping together. Just as I shut my eyes, Phil flipped the light on.

The evening went as most of them did in the Howell-Lester household, the three of us watching some anime on TV. Dan and I were curled close to one another and Phil ate his dinner quietly. When the 3rd episode in a row finished, Phil placed his empty dish on the coffee table. “So just how long have you two been having sex all over the flat?” Phil asked. I practically fell off the sofa.


“I don’t-uh-ahem-”

Phil laughed at the two of us stuttering over our words, trying to come up with some dumb excuse. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m not upset or anything, just please disinfect whatever you’re doing…whatever on. And please try not to have sex outside of your bedroom if I’m home!” My eyes widened. “So you knew?” Phil nodded as though it were obvious. My neck was hot, just like my face. Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, and hugged me and my embarrassment to his side. Oh, we were never having sex outside of the bedroom again. I couldn’t take the shame!

A/N: *looks at requests I need to do* *looks at piles of schoolwork* Me: Aye lemme write some dirty shit since all I do is lovey dovey fluffy trash. Isn’t writing porn ignoring responsibilities great? Excuse the trash title by the way, I’m worthless at those.

I feel it Coming

Requested: Yes

Anon asked: Hey! Could you do a song imagine with ‘I feel it coming’ from The Weekend and Daft Punk where the reader lives in Neverland and she is a telepath and she knows everything that is going to happen.Btw, her and Peter are not dating yet but he likes the reader very much. Thanks! Love your blog!

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Fandom: OUAT

Warnings: none

Rating: fluffy

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Ice Creams and Coffees (Seventeen)

Member: S.Coups

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Rating: Genera;

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And I Will Sing No More

Summary: Negan wants you to sing for him.

Pairing: Negan x Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 1,923

Type: Dabble, one shot

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Links: Might want to listen to this before reading or while reading

Notes: This has been sitting on my laptop for a while waiting to be posted. It’s just a random dabble I had in my mind I needed to get out. I obviously didn’t write the song seven nation army that I used for this but for the story let’s just pretend the reader did lmao, anyways hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by bitemytonguedarling

Simon looked at you, his left eyebrow cocked high with his glass of gin barley touching his lips. He brings the glass down and his signature smirk flourishes in your view.

“So, you’re telling me, we had our very own Jon Bon Jovi in this goddamn hell hole this entire time and you never thought to let us know?”  He utters, his smirk never leaving the thin line of his lips.

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Paint the Stars - Legolas x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Legolas Thranduilion x Fem! Reader
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Word Count:
Author’s Note: This is for the anon who requested this:

Ohhh what about a Legolas x reader imagine?:) not one where Legolas is teaching her something… what about her teaching him how to draw/play an instrument/braid his hair a special way/etc. Fluff fluff FLUFF:D I love your blog, keep it going!<3

First of all, thank you for the VERY lovely message! :) i’m glad you like my blog and my fics, so hopefully you like this one! I’m SO SORRY it took such a huge amount of time to post this, I’m actually really busy at the moment and I have no time at all. To all my readers - I’ll upload the fics in the order requested :)

Y/N was one of the several envoys the kingdom of Gondor had dispatched to strengthen the ties between the mighty kingdom and the Elves of Mirkwood. It was a bit odd for them to send women, but she was far more wise and intelligent than many men beyond her age. Due to her kind nature, she had become fast companions with several elves in the royal household. Rumours had it, that even the cold King Thranduil had waned under her sweet disposition. However a few days after she had arrived, she acted a bit peculiarly. She was the first to rise and she always left the palace before daybreak. And just before the sun set, she disappeared again and appeared after nightfall.  No one paid her much attention, except one particular elf.

Legolas Thranduilion was often up before she was and he saw her sneaking off into the forest several times. He saw her come back when the sun was well up. He worried about her, since the large spiders were still a threat. Her peculiar behaviour was making him curiouser by the second. He had to get to the bottom of this.


Legolas had woken a couple of hours before daybreak and had hidden himself well behind the doors of the main entrance. He waited for some time, his eyes were laden with sleep. The prince almost fell off his perch, but a quiet pitter patter of steps awoke him. Y/N was awake. Her H/C hair shone in the dimly lit hallways. As she approached the door way, Legolas noticed that she carried a little box and a piece of cloth that was stretched over a wooden frame.

“Good morning,” she whispered to the guard, who nodded warmly at her and opened the door bit a notch. Y/N offered him a warm smile and quickly left through the slip. She had been doing this for quite some time, Legolas presumed. Hopping down from the perch, the guard seemed a little stunned.

“My prince,” he nodded stiffly.

“Where does the Lady Y/N disappear to?” He asked him sternly.

“I could not say My Prince,” the guard replied calmly. “She always returns when the sun is well in the sky. She disappears just before sun down and returns when the sky is blessed with starlight.” Legolas nodded and left. He was quiet when he started to follow her; she on the other hand didn’t even try to be quiet. Legolas internally groaned when he realised what she was doing, drawing attention to herself. He had to step in now.

“Y/N,” he called, causing the woman in front of him to stop and slowly turn around. “You will draw attention to yourself if you continue to stomp in this forest like an Oliphaunt.” Y/N turned red and gripped the mysterious box.

“I-I didn’t know I was being followed,” she admitted shyly. “I’m so sorry to have woken you my Prince.” Legolas chuckled to himself and neared her, putting a firm hand on her shoulder.

“You have to be careful,” he spoke gently. “Something could kill you and I’d never forgive myself.” Y/N visibly turned red at his words, but boldly took his hand. “I think it’s time I showed you what I did, but we must hurry, or else we’ll miss it.”

Miss what? Legolas pondered to himself ask she led him to a tree and gestured him to start climbing. Y/N nimbly climbed the tree, which was a miracle since she was carrying the piece of parchment as well as that mysterious box. She disappeared in the foliage and when Legolas poked his head above the leaves, he partly understood the reason why she always disappeared.

The sunrise.  

The sky was painted in vibrant shades of orange, pink, purple and navy blue as Y/N comfortably sat on one of the branches and opened her box. It was then he finally understood the beautiful enigma that eluded him constantly. She painted.


For the next hour or so, Legolas sat and observed Y/N as she mixed different colours to create a beautiful painting of the picturesque sunrise. Legolas had a smile on his face, when she painted in the Lonely Mountain. Y/N always wanted to visit that mountain, but circumstances did not permit her to do so, therefore, she could only stare at it from a distance. Her able hands carefully manoeuvred the brush expertly on the canvas, breathing colour on it. The sun well up when she finally finished and she examined her handiwork.

“It is beautiful Y/N,” Legolas let out a gasp when he looked at her work. ‘Like you,’ he silently thought to himself. Y/N blushed as his fingers brushed over hers as she gave him the canvas. “I wish my hands were as talented as yours.” He lifted his gaze and found the woman softly looking at him.

“I can teach you if you like,” she interjected, her eyes hopeful. “It’s very easy and these colours are useful because they blend beautifully. Would you like to try?” Legolas’ eyebrows went up in surprise.

“If I am to be taught by you, I’d be honoured to,” he smiled gently at her, sending Y/N’s mind into a frenzy.

“My chambers, just before the sun goes down.”


As promised, just after nightfall, the prince knocked on her door, waiting a response.

“Come in!” her sweet voice beckoned him and Legolas took it as his cue to enter. Her room was tastefully cluttered, he had heard that Y/N didn’t like any of the servants entering her room. Three of the walls of her room were filled with ancient tapestries, some of them nearly as old as Mirkwood. The fourth wall was a glass window, her view of the outside world. Canvases lay on the floor, with splashes of paint here and there (the tapestries were spotless). There was a lyre lying on her bed, which was surprisingly made up. And right in front of him was the loveliest lady in the land, with her back turned toward him.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Y/N murmured cheerily, quickly turning around, behind one of her ears was a paintbrush, which clattered to the floor. “I was just setting up your easel.” Legolas had to hop over several object to reach her. Y/N opened a box which had several little pots filled with paint and she gave him a brush. Legolas surveyed the instrument and took it from her grasp, holding it like a weapon. Y/N giggled and helped him adjust it.

“You won’t be attacking any foes tonight Your Highness,” she teased him and moved his fingers accordingly. “I thought we might paint the stars tonight. They are relatively easy, and so beautiful. First, we mix some blue with the black.” Y/N held his hand in hers and guided his hand across the canvas, letting the midnight blue infuse the linen.

“Why not fully black? Legolas mused, enjoying the feel of her hand and the warmth of her body against his.

“Well, if you see, the night is never black, there is always a beautiful hint of blue,” Y/N pointed to the night sky. If the sky were fully black, it would be boring and monotonous, Nothing in life is ever monotonous or the same.

If you notice, even stars move all the time. They are never still. Everything moves… all the time. Except me.” Her hand fell and she moved away from him, walking over the fallen objects in her path and stood in front of the window. Legolas noticed the change in her tone and followed her, opting to stay a couple of metres behind her.

“Are you not happy here?” He asked gently. Y/N sighed and rubbed her arms.

“It’s beautiful here,” Y/N started, staring wistfully outside the window. “Everyone is very kind to me, but, I miss being free, I miss the fields at home. I feel like a bird… imprisoned in a cage.” Legolas had an overwhelming urge to envelope her in his arms and kiss her sadness away.

“Teach me to paint the stars,” he whispered with such tenderness that Y/N whipped her head at him in shock. “Teach me how to paint the stars, so when you leave, they remind me of you.” Legolas stepped closer to Y/N, but she fearfully stepped back and her foot landed on a fallen brush. She let out a yelp as she tumbled backward, internally cursing her forgetfulness. Y/N waited for the impact of her fall, but it never came and she opened her eyes, meeting Legolas’ instead. His hands had gripped her tightly around her waist, to stop her fall. She became aware of their close proximity and clenched her jaw in fear. She couldn’t help but look at the prince again. He was good, kind, wise and a brave warrior. She was just another woman; she suspected the elves wouldn’t take too kindly to another Peredhil…

“Gi melin, Y/N,” he murmured in Sindarin. “More than I can say. It pains me to see you so upset.”{I love you}

“I love you too my prince, but, your father,” she whispered back, clearly fearful of the king. “He will not be happy.” Her hands tightened around his neck.

“With you by my side, I can do anything,” he smiled. “And…” he looked around her room with amusement. “You might want to declutter your room. And please, it is Legolas from now.” His gaze fell to her lips. “May I?”

Y/N nodded shyly and the night ended happily for them. Legolas forgot about the stars in his painting, for he had gained his own, beautiful one.

Ooops...Did I say that outloud?

Requested: Yes

Anonymous asked:

Can i get a Tom Holland imagine where the reader is a an actress and has a major crush on Tom and let’s it slip while accepting an award?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Fandom: Real world

Warning: none

Rating: cute, funny

3rd Person POV

Y/N Y/L/N, one of the best reveal actress of this year. She had been acting since she was ten years old, with ‘Narnia’, and thanks to that first film, she started getting other roles in other films. But this year was when she got finally the merit she deserved. 

This year she got the role of Wanda Maximoff, or the Scarlett Witch, in ‘Captain America: Civil War’ 

There is where she met her crush, Tom Holland. Y/N is 19 years old, and since she saw Tom in ‘The Impossible’ when he was fourteen years old, she completely fell in love with him.

They instantly became friends, and with time, Tom also fell in love with the young actress, not just because of her beauty, but because of her sense of humour and wonderful acting skills. Each time they shoot a scene together, he couldn’t get his eyes off her.

And today was the day when all would change for both of them…


Today were the ‘American Acting Awards’, where me and my co-stars would be for our nomination to ‘best action film’, but I was also nominated to other two categories. The one of ‘best reveal actress’ and ‘best female actress of the year’.

I was already wearing my long red dress from ‘Giorgio Armani’, and was on my way to the awards in my limousine, that the people from the awards had sent to my house.

As I got out of the car, the cameras inmediaty started shooting at me. On my way to the red carpet where I could see Tom and the rest of the cast, I stoped to talk with some intrewiers. When they finished asking questions, I walked to where the cameras were taking pictures and posed for them when I saw Tom and Robert walking to me.

We then posed together and then entered into the big auditory. 

                                                       time skips

“And the awards of best actress of the year and reveal actress of the year are both for Y/N Y/L/N” announced James Corden.

I walked to the scenario really happy for the events.

“Thank you. Hmm.. Wow. I absolutely couldn’t imagine that I’d won both prizes. I didn’t even thought that I’d won one, but I’m really thankfull. I’ve been working really hard this year to achieve everything I have now. Everything started hen I was really young and my mother signed me up for a tv advertisment. Sice then I’ve been growing up, not just phisically but in my career too. Then this year when I heard that I got the role for ‘Civil War’, in which I was going to act with such important actors and with mi crush Tom Holland… Oh fuck! Sorry. Well, summerizing, I’m really greatful” I said going down the stage embarrassed that I just conessed my feelings for the british actor infront of everyone.

                                                         time skips

I was outside the building when Tom went out and ran up to me. I quickly covered my face, too embarrassed to look at him in the eye.

“Y/N, hey. Ehmm…” he said not really knowing what to say

“I’m sorry for that. It just slip. It wasn’t supposed for everybody to know. I’m really…”

But he cut me off with a swee kiss. I kissed him back almost instantly.

“Love, would you like to be my girlfriend. I’ve liked you since we started filming actually.” he said smiling

“I’d love to, Mr. Holland”

Harry Potter Weddings: Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. 1 september 2001.

“I would not wish any companion in the world, but you.” - Shakespeare

Maid of Honour: Daphne Nott
Best Man: Theodore Nott


Flower Girl: none
Ring Bearer: none

Location: Greengrass Estate,Scotland

NBA surprises

Genre: Fluff,

Warnings: None

Rating: Everyone

Paring: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: 1k

Request: I watched an NBA game one night and they showed the kiss cam and there was a mom with a little girl and it was adorable! So I thought how cute would it be if Chris took his wife (you) and your 2 year old girl to an NBA game and the kiss cam would be on them so he would give her many kisses on her face and she would giggle.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot! I hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

You and Your husband Chris, had big plans for today. Your 2 year old daughter, had recently fell In love with basketball. Whenever it came on the TV, she would stop it the middle of whatever she was doing, and just stare at the TV, at the game. Her favorite team was Boston Celtics. No surprise there. You and Chris loved watching here get exited about it. It made you two super happy to love something like that. Whenever they would score, she would yell “Touchdown!” And throw her arms up in the air. You and Chris would laugh, and wouldn’t correct her, because of how adorable it was. She got it from her father. You had a big surprise for her today. The Celtics were playing, and you guys were going to take her to a game tonight. She was sitting in the living room, playing with some toys in her own imaginary world. “ Whatcha got  there?” You said, walking in sitting on the couch, beside Chris where he was already siting. “ look! I’m playing with the new barbies I got the other day!” She said coming right up to you, and plopping herself between you and Chris, holding her barbies in each hand. You and Chris looked at each other, deciding to tell her about tonight’s plans. “Hey, Ava” Chris said, looking down at her. “Yes Dada?” She said, still looking down at her barbies, playing with them. “ You know how you love watching the basketball games on TV?” He said. “Ya! Is there one tonight?” She said, excitedly, looking up at Chris. “ Yes there is sweetheart” he said, smiling, looking at you. “Yay!” She said, jumping up and down excitedly. “But, tonight we wont be watching it on the TV” You said, and she looked up at you, with a questioning look on her face. “That’s because, we are going to see the game tonight instead!” You said, and her face immediately changing, a huge smile spreading on her face. “Really!!” She said, jumping up and down around the living room. She rain over to you a squeezed you tight, the did the same to Chris.

The game wasn’t for another 6 hours, but every 20 minutes, Ava would ask the same question. “Is it time to get ready yet?” Or “Is it time to go yet?” Every time you say, “Not yet”, and she just continues to do what she’s doing. When it is about time to go, she’s running around the house, repeating, “it’s time to go! Let’s go!” With a huge grin on her face.  You and Chris finish up getting ready, and get everything In the car. She has her Celtics jersey that she got for her birthday on, and you guys start to head to the arena. She kept talking about her favorite player, and how exited she was. When you arrived at the arena half an hour later, she was super hyper, and jumpy. She tried pulling your and and Chris hand towards the arena, and looking around at everything going on. You knew it would be a lot for a 2 year old, and it would be a long night for her, but you were happy she was exited.

You got through all the security and crowds, and of course the long snack lines, and made your way to your seats. You had amazing seats, thanks to Chris. You were right in the front row, so she could see it all. She sat I  her seat her little legs bouncing up and down for the game to start. The players started to come out of the tunnel, and she stood up and jumped all around, cheering and clapping for them. Once they all made their was out, there was the national anthem, and then the game started. During the first half, the Celtics were winning by 30 points. She would clap and cheer everything they would score a point, and do the same as everyone else around her. When it came to halftime, she was starting to get tired but was still as enthusiastic about the game. During halftime, your favorite part was the kiss cam. You put your phone down once you saw it come on the screen. It went on a older couple first, and then a younger couple. The next one was a surprise to you, because you saw your own face on the screen. You first reactions was to laugh, and then look at Chris. Instead of Chris kissing you, he pulled your daughter towards him, and started giving her kisses on the cheek, and she burst into laughter and wraps her arms around her father’s neck. A big grin spread across your face, and you heard everyone go “awwwwe” when they saw it. The camera switched onto another couple, and Chris looked over at you, smiling, with Ava now sitting on his lap.

After halftime the game started up again, and the Celtics were winning. After the second half was over and they won, Ava was barely awake, with her little arms wrapped around her father’s neck, as he carried her back out to the car. You buckled her into her seat, and she was asleep before the car was started. You both looked back at her, and knew that tomorrow she would talked about it all day, and all night. Chris looked over at you and says, “We did good” he said,with a smile, and you let out a small chuckle. “You know, maybe we should see if we could get as lucky as we got with her again” Chris said, a smile creeping on your face. “I was hoping you would say that, because I was gonna tell you this morning….” you said,  a smile on your face, and then laughing at his reaction when he realized that you were pregnant. “I love you so much Y/N” he said, pulling your foreheads together. “I love you to, Chris”

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Let me know if you would like to be added/ removed from the tag list!


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sugar sweet (and stuff)

i deleted my ao3 last week for personal reasons but i don’t want my fics from there to be gone forever! so i’ll upload them directly to tumblr for lack of a better alternative

genre: fluff
warnings: none
rating: T? there’s some vague mentions of sex but it never gets there

This kiss was slow and comfortable and felt like home. Akira did everything he could to take it all in, to burn this moment into his mind forever. He tried to memorize the clean scent of Isamu’s well-cared-for skin and every freckle on it.

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Distant Music

Requested: Yes

anonimous asked:

Hey, how about a Peter Pan x reader one where the reader comes to Neverland, but can’t hear the pipe like the other boys?

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Fandom: OUAT

Warning: none

Rating: fluffy

Y/N’s Pov

I woke up ready for tonights celebration. As every day that a new lost boy comes into the island, we all work hard to prepare everything for that night’s party. I’m way too much used to this. I’ve been living in Neverland for five years, and although I loved it, each time Peter played his pipe I heard it piece by piece less. I started hearing less notes and less music. 

I never told Peter because I thought that he’d get angry and would freak out, but I understand why. Whenever a lost boy stops hearing Pan’s music, the shadow automatically comes and takes the poor boy back to where he came from, no matter if his family still lives or how much time he has been on the island.

                                                      time skips

It was already midnight and we were all sitting around the fire when Pan took he’s flute out and started playing, or I think so, because, this time, I couldn’t hear anything.

Peter soon noticed mu furrwed brows and my confused expression, when he asked: “What’s wrong love? If you don’t like the song I can play another one…”

“It’s not that Peter. I can’t hear the music.” I said scared

“Love, love. Look at me, okay? Everything is going to be alright. Boys! Take Y/N inmediatly into her treehouse and lock her in her room, don’t let anyone enter and make sure to keep the shadow away!”

“Peter, I’m scared.” I said  “Everything is going to be fine”

                                                        time skips

I’ve lost the count of days that I’e been in my room. What makes me confused is that the shadow hasn’t come for me yet. It’s already dark outside, when I hear a soft melody from down the tree. My head quickly looks in the direction of the music and I spot Peter playing for the boys. 

I quickly ran down my treehouse, almost breaking the door on my way out, and jump over Peter, hugging him tightly.

“Y/N, what are you doing here, what if the sha…”

“Peter I hear the music again!” I say happily

And without realising of my actions I kissed him straight in the lips. When I pulled out my face redden and I started stumbling over my words.

“Pe-Peter I-I’m…”

But I was soon cut off by him pulling me in for another kiss. 

That was the best day of my life

Set as Lockscreen (BTS)


Hi! Could I request a scenario where Kim Namjoons S/O gets jealous because he has Tinashe as his lock screen :))

Member: Rap Monster

Genre: Fluff (?) Humor (?)

Warnings: None

Rating: T

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anonymous asked:

Loved your House imagine! Can you do one where the reader is similar to him. Like sarcastic and sassy and a doctor like him but does more psychology side of it. Fluff or smut, I don't mind:))

House X Reader – Mirror Image Part 1

A/N – Let’s hope this House one actually gets some bloody notes… it’s not a huge fandom.

Warnings – None

Rating – T

Originally posted by raven-queen298

Cameron, Chase and Foreman bounced excitedly to your office. Cuddy had assigned them to learn from you for the week and the break from House’s arrogance was sure to be relieving; not to mention, you were one of the most prestigious psychologists across America.

“I’ll bet (s)he’s really great, working on more than hunches, unlike House,” Cameron gushed.

“(S)he’s going to teach us so much,” Chase marvelled.

“I’ll be stoked just to hear my own name,” Forman added. “Not ‘hey you,’ or ‘the convict.’ Doctor (L/N) will call me by my name.”

In your office, you heard the chatter of House’s protégés as they came down the hall. You sighed irritably, wondering why Cuddy had cursed you with three ingrates you didn’t want. They were in diagnostic medicine, any psychology you could teach them would be no use in their profession; it would all go in one ear and out the other.

They let themselves in your office, never bothering to knock, irking you further.

“You’re late,” You growled, folding your arms upon facing them.

“Uhh-” Chase mumbled.


Chase swallowed nervously, the trio straightening up suddenly as if under inspection.

“I cannot believe that I’ve been assigned you three. Can any of you toddlers even spell psychology? Why you chose to study that primitive blood and gore is beyond me, especially when the human mind is so much more fascinating.”

“And you can teach us?” Cameron asked boldly.

“Oh sweet lord, I don’t think the combined intellects of Socrates, Freud, and Nostradamus could teach you three; you couldn’t even tell the time enough to get here. Still, you’re stuck with me for a week so I do have jobs for you.”

Despite the terrible introduction, Chase, Foreman and Cameron perked up slightly at the mention of jobs.

You pointed to them in turn, “You get me a coffee, you a copy of the T.V. guide, and you… organise the pens in my office; I want them in colour order.”

“Hey, you can’t use us as your slaves,” Foreman argued. “We’re here to learn, not do your crap.”

“Are you refusing to do what I’ve told you?”

“Yeah, I don’t need this shit, I’m going to do a real case.”

Chase and Cameron looked unsurely at Forman as he left the room, pondering the consequences of disobeying you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, go on, go. At least he had backbone.”

They scurried after Foreman, eager to get away from you and back to the safety and familiarity of House; at least they knew how to handle him.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” House demanded, slamming his hands on your desk.

You glanced at his name badge, affirming that it was indeed House; you’d never met him before but you knew of him.

“Hmm, so when you’re done playing with human bodies, you settle your boredom by yelling profanities at other doctors. It’s like watching a baby spit out a dummy.”

House raised his eyebrows, he hadn’t been prepared for a battle of wits, considering that the hospital was full of dimwits. Despite that, he continued with his angry spiel, preparing for what you may argue next.

“They were yours for a week.”

“Excuse me?”

“Chase, Foreman, and the other one. They were yours for a week. Think about it, you have them for one week wherein I can do what I want and finally get out of this hell-scape but no, you couldn’t even do that, you had to send them back to me for eternal suffering.”

“You had a poor relationship with your parents.”


“It’s why you have trouble with your assistants, they’re too much responsibility. Not that I blame you, you’d think three adults would know how to manage their time effectively without having to rely on us telling them what cases to do.”

House threw up his arms, “I know right, they’re so clingy and-” he stopped, pointing at you accusingly, “Oh no, you’re not getting in this brain, there’ll be none of that psychology crap on me.”

“Because you’ve obviously been in counselling before.”

“I’ll trade an experimental operation on you for a session.”


“Look, all you have to do is take them back, make them look at some charts or notes or something; it makes them feel important and I get a break to catch up on General Hospital and do what I want.”

“I’m not taking your mistakes; besides, you haven’t missed much on General Hospital, other than Gracie marrying Drake.”

House gasped, “No, she was clearly made for-”

“-Joseph, I know. Not to mention, now they’re married, Drake’s trying to steal Gracie’s shares in the hospital.”

“That bastard.”

“See, that’s exactly what I said… You know, for someone into all that disgusting fleshy stuff, you’re not so bad.”

“And for someone who wastes all their time pretending they’re not a glorified shrink, you have impeccable taste.”


House grinned darkly, “I was thinking we could move straight to meaningless sex.”

You looked him up and down seductively, “Your place or mine?”

“Yours, I’m curious to see if your pay grade’s above mine.”

“Works for me.”

ohana means family (and family means dysfunctional kids & subpar indoor plumbing)

pairing: none
warnings: none
rating: gen
length: 1,777 words

ao3 link:

summary: “I’ve been nothing but an asshole to you all summer. I’ve tried to escape eighteen times, injured you fourteen times, got you to cry at least thirty times, and you still mean it when you say you’ll miss me. What the fuck’s up with that?" 

(Or, Max finds out the real reason David loves Camp Camp so much.)

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My Worst Mistake P.2

Anonymous asked:

Please do a part 2 of Μy worst mistake pleaseee

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Fandom: OUAT

Warning: none

Rating: fluffy

Peter’s POV

I had been one week since Y/N and I broke up. I completely regretted everything. I don’t understand why having the most wonderful girlfriend in the world, the only one that really loved me in the world, the only girl that was not afrid of my black magic or of how I used to be in the past.

I missed her so much. I had been missing in school for a couple of days because of the depression, but the excuse of being sick was no longer useful with my tutor.

It was already dark outside and I needed some fresh air so I went for a walk around the neighborhood. It was a little bit old outside. Y/N loved to go for a walk at night when there was a little bit of wind. God, I needed to get her back.

I reached to the local shop and I entered, deciding that I needed some things. As I was going through all of the hallways when I heard her voice, but not only hers, but also Tony’s, one of the members of the rugby team.

I looked through the hallway and heard him telling her really gross and dirty things, noticing the alcohol in his voice, and also her obivious uncomfort.

“C’mon baby. Now that you broke wih that stupid of Pan we can have some fun.” he said trying to kiss down her neck, her moving out of his way, but I soon realised that he was taking her by her wrists.

Anger started blurring my view. I quickly ran up to him, raising my hand and making him fall on his back some metres away. Y/N quickly ran up to me and hid behind my back, but I could see in her eyes that she didn’t like even a bit that it was me the one saving her.

“She told you not to touch her! And you completely don’t get to lay a finger on her!” I said angrily

“Neither do you” he replied with a smile.

When I was about to hurt him more, Y/N placed one hand on my arm and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Peter, please stop.” and with that she turned around and ran out of the shop.

Some seconds later I ran after her. I found her on the back of the shop, laying on one of the walls with her eyes red.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“About what? About the ways you cheated on me when I was completely loyal to you?”

“Y/N, what I did was completely fucked up, and I regret it with all of my heart. I love you as I have never loved anyone, I’m sorry for what I did. And I wish you can forgive me…”

“Tom I loved you, and I still do, but I just need some time to think. What you did broke my heart, but I love you and I feel bad because I new how you were before, but I still tryed to change you.”

“Love, I’m sorry, could we maybe just spend that time you need together so that I show you how muh I love you. Please” I said taking her hands

“Well… Maybe. Okay, but if you fuck up again, this is your last chance.”

“Yes! I love you, god, I do! May I?” I said looking at her lips

She just nodded and I slowly kissed her lips softly and lovingly, just remembering every trace of her lips, while I mumbled multiple sorry’s, her replying that it was okay.

I was going to make everything up to her.


// Jerome Valeksa Imagine! I don’t know if you guys know this about me, but Jerome is my favorite. I mean, I love all of them, and they are all amazing and adorable but something about Jerome just stops my heart. I am actually doing another one of those prompt things, because I thought this sentence would be nice to do a Jerome imagine with.

Warnings: None

Rating: Mid-Fluff

Need to know: Basic Gotham story, as always. You are a member of the Maniax, but unlike Barbara and Tabitha, you mainly stick with the guys.
Word Count Of Story:  461 //

“How about this, how about you fight the rest of the cereal by yourself and I’ll courageously make pancakes for those of us who want a little warmth in our mornings.”
Your gaze snaps over to the ginger standing to the right of you, a huge smile spread across his face. You scoff, and cross your arms over your chest. Greenwood looks over, and Arnold laughs to himself. “Here we go again,” Arnold mutters, turning his back to the two of you.
“What is that supposed to mean, Jerome?” You ask, your voice taking on a slightly pissed tone. Jerome’s smile only widens as he moves forward, and motions to the mess on the counter.
“Do you expect us to eat that?”
“Did you think I was making this for you guys?” You ask angrily, grabbing the closest item near you. Jerome raises his eyebrows, the same smile still plastered onto his face.
“Oh, come on gorgeous, don’t be like that.” Jerome reaches out to grab the wooden spoon from your hand, and you pull your hand back quickly. The spoon flies out of your hand and Jerome laughs as it soars through the air and slams into the wall. “Look what you did…” Jerome says and steps forward, and shakes his finger at you. “You could’ve hurt someone…seems like a missed opportunity to me.” He raises his eyebrows, and turns around dramatically as Barbara and Tabitha walk in. Tabitha doesn’t say anything, but Barbara looks at the two of you.
You give a sideways glance to Jerome, who looks over at the same times and smiles widely.
“Did Jerome finally do it? I didn’t think he would.” She says, moving over to the counter. Your eyebrows shoot up and you look over at Jerome. “So, what did you say Jerome?” Barbara asks, resting her chin on her hand.
“Yeah, what did you say, Jerome?” You ask, a slight teasing tone in your voice. Jerome looks over at you, and then at Barbara.
“Well it isn’t fair if you both gang up on me,” He says, and turns back to you. “But, if you must know what I said, then I guess it would only be polite to show you.” His grin widens. “And it’s important to keep the audience happy.” Barbara opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, Jerome pulls you too him quickly. He simply stares into your eyes after he does this. You were so close to him, and he was holding you so tightly that if you wanted to move, you couldn’t. You stay still, your whole body in shock. “Honestly, y/n, you’re one different girl.” Jerome kisses you softly, and pulls away. “Now,” he says, looking around the room. “Does anyone want pancakes?”