#John Donovan x reader

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Mafia Trilogy !Yandere¡

Ranked On Insanity

A/N: This is purely my opinion on them. We all interpret their characters differently so don’t come at me if you don’t like their placements. I’m trying to be kind of accurate to their characters but also do fan service…I’m stressed so plz 😪

Requests open: 24/7

Warnings: Yandere and toxic themes.

Masterlist

I’m ranking them in three different categories…

Delulu to not as delulu

Batshit and completely delusional

These are the men who are at the point of no return….They are willing to do anything to get you at any cost. I do not say this lightly like I mean they are willing to do anything

My boy John has the entire c.i.a. at his very disposal and you think he won’t use it to find you??? He’s going to get you. Sam will too,, He’ll send out multiple men to come hunt you down if you even dare to hide from him. They do not give a flying duck if you don’t even have romantic interest in them, you are their darling. That’s the end of discussion.

Whatever they want you to do, you’re going to do it. There’s no rationalization with these two. Lincoln and Tom give them all the talks they want but they will not listen. Pushed to the brink enough and their friends are not safe either from their delusional thinking.

You already saw what Sam did to Paulie…imagine what he’d do for his darling. Not the ideal men for normal girls. You will be tormented every single step of your relationship with either one of these men.

No effort is made to hide their sinister behaviors and your eyes will bear witness to their horrific atrocities. If you push them too far they might even harm you eventually. There is no escaping or telling what their insanity will make them do.)

Sam Trapani

John Donovan

Pretty fucking crazy but is in a weird gray area between the other two

They are in the middle. Paulie is already an irrational brute and Vito is a traumatized Soldier, so they are definitely operating weirdly.

They both have similar desires of wanting a partner but have been dealt an unlucky hand when it comes to dating so when you came along…they couldn’t let you go. Their obsession comes from a place of codependency..they need you sooo badly and they cannot go back to their old cold life without you.

They really do care about their darling, truly. They’ll do whatever they can to organically win over your love and trust. Sure they will be super touchy, maybe a little too bossy or over protective of you but they mean well… they truly want to be the “chill bf” but who are they kidding??? They are cray cray in the membrane.

At any moment they can and will snap…their delusions will get the best of them if pushed to that point. If they feel like you’re going to leave or are constantly rejecting them, they will do a full 180 and turn into the previous bunch. They are extremely accusatory and feel like you’re constantly trying to cheat or leave them. Tons of arguments and unsavory punishments.

I can’t say they’d do exactly all the same things as the previous much like they’d never physically hurt you or make you watch their crimes but they are damn near close to being like them…

Paulie Lombardo

Vito Scaletta

Average Mafia Member

These men are still very much Yandere and are willing to kill and fuck shit up for you but aren’t as delusional as the rest. Like on average people terms they are very yandere but in comparison to other members of the mob…eh.

I know this is going to piss hella people off but I can’t imagine any of these three holding you against your will or being overly passionate about their darling.

Your safety comes first and they are more go with the flow kind of men. Especially Lincoln and Tommy, despite their desires, your wishes come first. Joe is just Joe, he cares a lot about you but on average he’s like fuck it…it’s your life girl-. Forced intimacy and everything isn’t their thing.

If you really weren’t romantically feeling them they’d just become platonic yanderes and make sure you’re safe from a distance. If any moment you changed your mind they’d be right there waiting to give you the world but if not they really won’t do too much about it. These men would have to have been romantically invested in you for years for them to snap and become like the rest .)

Tommy Angelo

Lincoln Clay

Joe Barbaro

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Mr. American Pie -A Mafia 3 Fanfiction part 3

Warning: sexual, incest roleplay, gay!

In a typical North American household dynamic (as of the 70s), the wife usually does the chores, and the man goes to work. But Donovan and I have a quite different dynamic. I usually cook and despite us having a washing machine, we barely use it since no one is usually home, so on my way to work, I usually take our clothes to the Laundromat downtown.

I got up early, I wanted to go back to bed so badly but I was afraid i would oversleep and wont be able to manage the Southeast Asian American Triads turf. I decided to get some sausage from the freezer and cook them for breakfast along with waffles. I decided i would turn on the Radio. I tuned in to WBYU and it was playing "Sugar, Sugar" by The Archies

"Sugar, ohh honey honey..."

I sang in a falsetto as I cooked.

"Hey (y/n)! Whats for breakfast?"

I gasped and realised Donovan, still in his underwear, snuck up behind me. The bulge in his boxers caught my eye.

"s-s-sausage..."

I stuttered.

"Smells good! So it definitely tastes good!"

He says as he walked up to the coffee machine. He started making coffee for the both of us.

Soon after, I set the table I was eating but still, I was trying to get a glimpse of that rock-hard erection Donovan had while I was cooking.

"You have no work today?"

Donovan asked curiously after taking a bite of his sausage.

"Nah, but later two in the afternoon I gotta have a talk with the gang."

"so you'll be staying with me?"

"Yep, for a few hours!"

I replied with a wink.

"Good, cause you haven't finished your "breakfast"."

Donovan said with that sly look.

"Donnie, theres nothing left!"

I said with a chuckle.

"There's one more sausage down here!"

Donovan was grinning. I got up and walked up to the other end of the table and sat sideways on Donovan's lap.

"well I want it now."

I can see Donovan's excitement with what I said. I reached down between his legs and slowly dragged my hand up but Donovan stopped me.

"Ok... "Kid", where's your manners? What should you say?"

Donovan started some silly roleplay making fun of my height. (Southeast Asians are generally a bit shorter but im not applying this to all lol).

"Please... "Dad"."

I playfully said playing along with Donovan's corny roleplay as I touched and caressed his right cheek with my left hand.

"Such a good boy!"

Donovan said right before laughing.

"Fuck you Donnie!"

I said with a grin.

"Now ill take that sausage and ill have breakfast in bed!"

I was supposed to pull Donovan to the room but before I could get up. Donovan carried me and started to kiss my left neck and shoulder repeatedly and it ticked me.

"Hey!"

I said giggling as he kissed me on my cheek while carrying me.

"let daddy help you take your breakfast to the room!"

He carried me down the hallway and into the room.

"ahh, you are so easy to carry!"

He groaned as he dropped me on the bed. He crawled on the bed and on top of me. He knelt above my chest and whipped out that thick cock of his and started slapping it on my face.

"Here's breakfast little boy!"

I grabbed it with my right hand and started to stroke it before slowly licking the tip. Donovan moaned softly as I licked the tip of his hard cock and the precum dripping out of it.

"You're such a good boy, because of that, ill give you even more!"

He held my face as he slowly shoved his cock in my mouth while I guided him making sure my teeth don't hurt him.

"There you go!"

He ran his fingers through my hair while slowly thrusting into my mouth.

"Your mouth is so fucking wet, its like a pussy! But I've never had pussy in a long time!"

I moaned while taking it all into my mouth. Donovan was enjoying it so much. No matter how often we did this for the last six years, he never gets enough of me.

"Hah, I guess that's enough breakfast for me!"

I said after he pulled out.

"Well is it ok if daddy will out his cock in your ass baby?"

He asked in a very lustful tone. He was lustfully looking into my eyes with an excited grin.

"Fuck you, youre so cheesy!"

Donovan laughed at my silly playful remark.

He put his middle finger in his mouth and wet it with his spit and shoved it up my asshole.

"Oh Donovan- I- I mean dad, it hurts!"

I said in pleasure still trying to play along with Donovan's silly roleplay idea. He soon crawled on top of me and knelt between my legs. He slowly inserted his fully erected cock up my ass.

"Ohh God!"

I said grabbing onto the bedsheets.

"Let daddy hold you down, I'll take your hands and I'll make sure you never fucking get away!"

Donovan said asking for me to hold his hands. As soon as we gripped each other's hands. He pinned me down and started to kiss my neck and chin while he swiftly thrusted up.

"oh dad, it's so good!"

"Yeah, so fuckin good, that ass-pussy is so damn tight. Shit, I'm gonna lose my mind!"

Donovan said before Starting to pick up his pace.

"Why the hell is the dad swearing?"

I said before laughing. Donovan started to laugh as well.

"Whatever, maybe cause his boy likes it when daddy is being so bad?"

He said before thrusting hard into me.

"Daddy yes, i love it when you're so mean. please go faster!!!"

I begged Donovan.

"Ok then, faster here I come!"

He went faster and our moans of pleasure echoed in my head.

"Oh fuck, I cant hold back anymore!"

Donovan saus before thrusting one last time releasing all his load inside of me.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes! Ahh"

Donovan groaned as he laid next to me. Our legs were entangled with each other. He slowly wrapped his arms around me.

"You know what Donovan, I never vet enou-"

I was interrupted by Donovan's snoring.

"Why is my boyfriend so American..."

I commented on Donovan who usually falls asleep whenever we finish having sex.

Soon, Donovan and I got up so I could finally get fixed and head to the Southeast Asian gang turf.

I drove to a certain part of East New Bordeaux that was inhabited by lots of asians and one of the types of people who live there were the Southeast Asian American gangs. It wasn't as huge as the "Little Manila" in New York and Empire Bay. But It had a lot of Southeast Asians who lived there, mostly Vietnamese and Filipino. I went into an abandoned apartment which served as a safehouse.

"Who is that?"

The man behind the microphone says after I press the buzzer.

"It's me! I have to talk to the boss!"

The camera slowly faces me and the doors open. I walked Inside and the guards watched me on my way to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I pressed the button to the top floor so I can have a meeting with the leader.

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DEVILS NIGHT

Pairing: James Patrick March x wife!reader

Warnings: not proofread!, smut, unprotected P in V, nipple play, fingering, oral sex m!receiving,use of ‘good girl’, V slapping, dirty talk, murders, blood, kidnapping (none to reader) mentions of other famous killers and their crimes, James being completely pussy whipped for you, 18+, MDNI, below the cut!

Word count: 1,452

You would talk to Liz and Iris allot, like nearly all the time, part of your daily routine, Liz would talk about her son, Doug, while Iris would talk about pop culture drama and about her son, Donovan.

It was devils night tonight, which meant the biggest party of the year, at least for James and his..friends, some of the worst, most horrible serial killers in all of America, the guest list was a crazy crazy thing, consisting of.. John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Jeffery Dahmer, Richard Ramirez, The Zodiac Killer and don’t forget John Lowe.

As it was your husband, James’ birthday today..you would have to bring his breakfast up to him in your shared hotel room, you made him the breakfast you would have made him 80 something years ago..While you two were alive.. your little cooking magazines you would buy called ‘American Cookery’, you would make him Coffee, shredded wheat and hot milk, it’s what was said in the breakfasts for business men and women..so you made him that, mixed with a little bowl of his favourite fruits, grapefruit, strawberries and bananas.

“Breakfast is ready sweetheart” you say as you shut the hotel room door with your foot, walking over to your shared bed, He’s half naked, he would only sleep in his pyjama pants, he was half asleep when you came in, his usual gelled hair, an absolute mess, you where still in your nightgown and dressing gown for goodness sake.

“I could never have wished for a better lover, darling” he says, in his sleepy morning voice, he’s quite cute in the morning for a man who’s killed hundreds of people, can’t say much. So have you.

He put the tray on the nightstand and smiles at you, opening his arms, one thing James would never admit is: he’s a cuddler at night, especially in the morning, his big arms wrapped around you and he smiles. “My beautiful girl” he says as he kisses your forehead.

“Jamie” you giggle in response, his face in your neck as he gently kissed and sucked on the skin, in certain places making you moan a bit.

“Mmm I could just have you as my birthday breakfast” he says, kissing down your neck and shoulder as he slipped your dressing gown off, making you giggle and always feel special around him.

“Mmm make love to me handsome” you say as he captures your lips in his, his hand sliding down your back to grope your ass through your nightgown, the fabric of the skirt moving against his fingers, you could already feel the soaking pool in your panties.

“God I love that laugh” he says as he takes your dressing gown off, throwing it to the side, then pulling down your nightgown at the front, so your tits spill out, causing you to blush and hide your face.

You could already feel him getting rock hard under you, funny thing is, ghosts can be dead but still have human emotions, it’s strange..but that also means the anatomy stays the same, you two had been dead since 1929 and still getting turned on by each other, been married in 1925.

“You know” You say as you kiss him. “It’s been nearly 100 years since we met..we met when..1924?” You say as your lips graze his.

He smiles into the kiss, his fingers sliding down you thighs, feeling your underwear. He smirks. “My word I am a lucky man..” making you whine a small bit.

His fingers trace the wet patch in your panties and you groan against his neck. “Mhm let it out, be a good girl for me” he whispers in your ears as his fingers hook the sides of your panties, pulling them down, the cool breeze hitting your pussy lips making you groan through the cold air of the room.

“Fuck you’re so wet aren’t you darling? This is what I do to you huh? You like when I’m all over you?, good girl” He pulled his hand away from your pussy and spanked it, he loved spanking your pussy with his hand, he thought it was just so..erotic the way you would writhe next to him as he knew he was in control..that’s what he loved, control.

You were so horny already, you could barley form words, only little whines and moans. “Shh baby it’s okay you’re doing so good” he says as he kisses your neck, his fingers grazing your pussy lips, his wet fingers gently touching your clit making you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

“Just..fuck me already!” You whine as you arch your back against him, he just gave you a soft laugh. “Mhmm baby, you wanna suck me off first? You look so good blowing me” he says as he grips your boobs, twisting your nipples in his fingers.

You could only nod in response to your husbands words, pulling his pyjama pants down and pulling his boxers down, giggling as his cock sprung up, she was always so excited to give him head, so eager. “Always so eager my love” he says as he touched your hair gently as he smiled at you.

You giggled as you licked a thick stripe up his cock making him let out a soft breath, he leaned back on the bed and got comfortable, you knew how to please him, you two have only been married ninety seven years…

When your mouth touched his tip he knew he wasn’t going to last long in your mouth, your hot mouth wrapped around his thick cock was something he adored for the past years, his cock hitting the back of your throat was an unforgettable experience..

His big hand pressed right against the back of your head, pressing your mouth further onto his cock, he gently started thrusting his hips up to your face, his cock now fucking your mouth.

He felt close so he tapped your cheek. “C’mon sweetie, I’m close” he says as he taps his cock against your lips, turning you around so your ass is up in the air. “Ready Darling?” He says as his hands grab your hips from behind.

He slides his cock between your wet folds, your body arching to get a better angle, He grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your hair back towards him as he fucks you.

Small mumbles of “yes” and “harder” slip out of your mouth as you two become closer and closer by the second, James had been coming inside you for the past 97 years, not like either of you cared.

You griped the sheets for dear life as he mercilessly fucked you into the bed, his grip on your hair and his right hand gripped onto your hip, leaving a red handprint, his fingers almost going pale white from holding so tight.

You two soon came, you couldn’t really hear what he was saying over your own moans and groans, his cock continuously pounding into your pussy from behind, such a sight would make a porn star look like an amateur.

After your eventful morning, You two just knew devils night was going to be a beautiful horror of a night. You danced with Aileen as you had been doing every devils night, she would jokingly kiss your face and call you sexy to annoy James. “That is my wife you’re referring to Aileen remember that”

“Welcome to Our annual devils night” James speaks up as his hand snakes around your waist to grip your hip. “We shall enjoy our food, then get onto the fun”, everyone knew what that fun meant, a murder, by all of them at the table.

James kissed your lips gently and Jeffery Dahmer gave a look of disgust, making you look at him as you filled your wine. “Now now jeffery don’t look at me like that, you ate people”

As Ms Evers came in with the dinner, she gave you a filthy look, as if you had rolled in shit and piss your whole life, yes obviously she’s had to clean blood stains off you and James’ bed from murders but..she signed up for it when she died in 1929 didn’t she.

James played with your fingers as you blew some smoke out of your mouth from your cigarette, he was absolutely whipped for you and it was completely obvious, he would beg on his knees for your attention at times.

Once the dinner was finished, Sally brought a man in, a tall man, a little overweight, balding, didn’t have any family so he wouldn’t be missed, as every devils night everyone attacked him and killed him, James looked at his beautiful woman, your hands covered in the man’s blood and James sighs happily.

“What a beautiful way to spend my birthday” he says as he kissed your cheek before rubbing his fingers across the blood stained part of your cheek.

You gently kissed his lips and smiles.

“Round two?”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • •

I DONT THINK THIS IS VERY GOOD LMAO

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Sherlock x Teen!reader - my kid

Hello! Just recently found your daughter!reader and Sherlock fanfic and it is amazing!!! The only bad thing about it was that I've already read it so much it's basically memorized lol. Anyways, I am here to politely ask that you do another adopted reader Sherlock fic, but could you do gender neutral reader please? I don't care about the plot, there's just so little child!reader Sherlock in the fandom its scary out there. No rush and thank you if you decide to!!! - Anon💜

John was the one who first found you, sitting in the police station as you kept tugging on the cuffs that held you to one of the benches while Anderson and Donovan snickered while looking at you.

“You’re laughing at a kid?” John snarled at them.

They both turned to look at him, looking him at and down unimpressed as they scoffed a little.

“They try this every single time they’re here, they must be stupid or something they never learn.” Donovan shrugged.

You glared at her and tugged at the cuffs, making the metal creak a little under the sheer force and she shuffled back a little.

You smirked and did it again.

You knew you couldn’t break the cuffs, you weren’t that strong, but a sudden tug that hard? Of course it would strain the metal.

“Let me go and we’ll see if you’re still laughing bitch. Why not get on your knees, you’re clearly good at it.”

She gawked at you and John and to physically stop himself from laughing.

“How dare you speak to her like that.” Anderson snapped.

“Oh shut up, I bet your wife will love you even more when she finds out you’ve got a whore kneeling down for you every other night. Maybe I should call her, shouldn’t be hard to get her number right?”

“You shut your mouth.” He warned.

You smirked, leaning forward a little and John watched the scene play out.

“Or what? Gonna hit a teenager? Not very police officer of you is it?”

“(Y/N) enough.”

You stopped and looked up at the man who had just come out of his office.

He glared at the two officer who were previously making fun of you.

“You two, my office now.”

“You can’t be serious, they started it!” Donovan scoffed.

“Now!”

Hearing their superior yell at them they quickly scurried into his office and he slammed the door shut, kneeling down in front of you he uncuffed you.

You rubbed your sore wrist and he stood up.

“What they get you for this time?”

“Wrong place wrong time, was literally just crossing the street man.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N), from now on those two idiots are to stay as far away from you as possible. Do you want any ice?”

You shook your head and looked up at him, you pointed behind him and he turned around to face John.

“Oh John, here for Sherlock?”

“Yeah, what’s he done now.” John sighed.

Lestrade gestured for John to follow him but before he left he turned around to look at you.

“Stay there.”

You rolled your eyes and slumped back against the wall, crossing your arms as you watched them walk away.

You waited for the moment they turned around the corner and gave it a few seconds before you stood io and slowly started to make your way out.

“Hey stop!” Someone yelled.

You pulled your hoodie off, throwing it in his face and bolted out of the building, rushing down the steps you quickly turned and sprinted down the street.

A few teenagers around your age were waiting and the moment they saw you, you all took off running as fast and as far away as you could.

“Damn arrested again? Seriously dude that’s like the fifth time this week.”

You stopped running and stopped to catch your breath, leaning back against a fence.

“Don’t even man, I don’t know why they grabbed me Ty, like I didn’t do anything.”

“Whatever let’s just go before they find us.”

You nodded to Jason and you all walked away.

Lestrade could’ve lied and said he was shocked you made a run for it but he really wasn’t, he just sighed and picked up your hoodie from a desk.

“We’ve got a case what are you doing?” Sherlock sighed.

“I’m dropping this off after I go to the crime scene relax. Let’s go already.”

Sherlock led the way, eager to get to his first case after being thrown in the cells for the night for breaking into a crime scene.

This crime scene was different, and it was in a totally different area, empty just a few officer keeping watch and crime scene techs.

“A dramatic change in location.” John mumbled.

“Not surprising, we were closing in. It’s to try and throw us off his trail, but there’s going to be some markers on the body and around it that’ll tell us exactly where this woman came from.”

Sherlock started to look around, and he noticed the food wrappers, sleeping bags and such and he stopped.

“People live here.” He noted.

Lestrade and John walked over, and Lestrade sighed, running a hand down his face.

“That would be (Y/N), Ty and Jason.”

“You know them?” John asked.

“Yeah, they couldn’t have done this, but they were supposed to be in a shelter. Ran away a few days ago.”

“Apparently not.”

Sherlock looked to the edge of the police tape and pointed, and when you saw the police officer you grinned a little.

“Hi?”

They three men walked over and you and your two friends got ready to make a run for it again.

“Ah, don’t even think about it.” Lestrade warned.

You all stopped and he ducked under the tape, standing in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Running away? Seriously? I thought you liked it there?”

“Yeah if you like people stealing your shit.” Jason scoffed.

“How long have you three been here?” Sherlock asked.

You looked at him, hands stuffed your your pockets.

“Since yesterday morning. I was nicked this morning and these two followed me to the station.”

“That means this happened in between 10am and 1pm.” John said.

“11am actually, I actually spent an hour running from those two morons.” You shrugged.

Sherlock smirked a little and nodded his head.

“By the way, that woman? She wasn’t kill here, can we have out stuff now?”

“No, sorry it’s evidence right now. But I’ve got your jacket hold on.”

Lestrade walked away and John looked at you.

“You saw her?”

“Well yeah it’s a huge open wear house man, not exactly hiding her. Some dude wanted her to be found.”

“What else do you see?” Sherlock asked.

He was curious, because this was stuff picked up on immediately as well, and since you lived here, you would know if anything was out of order.

You walked away with Sherlock, pointing at things and answering his questions.

“They’re smart.” John said.

“Yeah, good eye for detail, who do you think tags all the trains?” Jason snickered.

John smiled a little and didn’t say anything in return, he just watched you walk around with his best friend.

Lestrade came back holding your hoodie and watched you walking around with Sherlock.

“If you’re so smart why aren’t you a police officer?”

Sherlock looked down at you.

“They’re annoying.” He replied.

You smirked.

“Yeah, they are. So you like a privet investigator?”

“No. I’m a consultant for Scotland Yard, I consult on cases they can’t solve.”

“Apparently that’s none of them.” You snickered.

He smirked and nodded his head in agreement and went back to the investigation.

Since you couldn’t get your stuff back, Lestrade forced you and your two friends to go back to the shelter.

To make sure the three of you stayed there he even placed officer outside since you were effectively being grounded for the week.

“Here, for you.”

You looked at the woman and took the post she held out to you.

Sitting on the floor, you opened it and looked at the photos in confusion.

Photos of you and Sherlock at that crime scene, and you were circled in each and every single one of them.

“What the fuck…?”

You were creeped out, and you didn’t know what to do.

Did you go to Lestrade? He was basically your point of call for everything but he couldn’t even solve figure out where you were hiding from him.

So you decided to go back to the next best person who you knew could help you.

Running down the stairs, you hid the photos under your shirt and looked up at the officer who eyed you in suspicion.

“Do you know where that Sherlock and John live?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Am I allowed to go there?”

“You’re on house arrest.”

“But you’ll be there too, plus you’ll know where I am.”

The officer thought about this before shrugging, not seeming to actually care and gestured for you to get into his car.

He drove you there and told you what flat number you wanted so you knocked at the door and looked around before turning back to it.

“Oh hello love, here for Sherlock Holmes?” She smiled.

“Yes please Miss, is he home?”

“I believe so, come on up.”

“Thank you.” You beamed.

She led you up to the flat at the top of the stairs and she threw the door open.

“Sherlock you have a visitor!”

With that she gave you a smile and left, letting you wait at the entranceway to the flat.

Sherlock came around the corner and looked at you.

“You got it to.”

You nodded, pulling the photos out as you held them out to him.

Sherlock closed the door and pointed to the sofa, and you took a seat as he grabbed some more and dropped them onto the table, letting you look through them.

“What kind of sick bastard is this?” You asked.

“If I had to pick. I know exactly who it is.”

“Who?”

“Moriarty.”

You could tell by his face that he wasn’t going to be telling you anymore so you decided not to even bother to ask.

“Am I safe where I am?”

“No.”

You nodded your head and got up.

“I’ve got places to hide.”

You went to leave but it as John that stopped you from going, phone in his hand as he put it on speaker.

“You need to stay with someone until all this is over.”

“Lestrade?”

“Yes, John called me the moment you showed up at his door with the same photos Sherlock got.”

You looked at John and he nodded his head.

“But no matter where I go I won’t be safe, right? So I need to hide alone.”

“You’ll be safe here.” John said.

You looked at him again and he smiled softly.

“I mean we’ve got some space, just until this has all calmed down, alright?”

“It’s our best option.” Lestrade spoke up.

You didn’t argue, and that’s how you started living with Sherlock and John.

John had cleared out his room, getting the flat on the ground floor, so you weren’t near the main door, and someone would always be in the building with you.

Over time they got you more things, clothes, furniture and such and you had a full on room with them.

You and John played games and you read his blog while he wrote it, and you and Sherlock talked about cases and he taught you things he knew.

Months slipped by and Mrs Hudson let your friends live in the flat above you, and even though you were safe now you still stayed with Sherlock.

“Why do you still keep me around?” You asked.

Sherlock looked at you, you were hanging upside down from the sofa.

“Do you want to leave?”

“No…”

Sherlock stood up, walking over he put the papers down he was holding and you sat up properly.

You picked them up and he dropped a pen on the table as well.

“I don’t get it.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“For someone so smart you’re also stupid. Read the papers (Y/N).”

“I did! Why are you giving me them?”

Sherlock poked your forehead.

“Why do you think idiot.”

You looked at him shocked, a huge smile spreading across your face.

“Seriously?”

“Why else would I give them to you?”

“To mock me?”

He shrugged.

“That thought did cross my mind, but if you’re living here I may as well adopt you.”

“I’d like that.”

You signed the papers and Sherlock took them back, saying he was going to return them and the moment he left the flat he smiled a little to himself.

You were his kid now, and he was happy he could say you were his kid, he was going to teach you everything he knew and take you on cases with him since you loved working with him

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Being Sherlock Holmes protege/child

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x teen!reader (slight John Watson x teen!reader, slight Greg Lestrade x teen!reader)

Imagine: Sherlock taking a liking to you and decides that he wants you as his protege

Warnings: mention of struggling with school idk what else

A/N so as always my works are gn!reader so that anyone can read them and idk this idea just came to me might write and actual fic about it (sorry if it might be messy, haven’t reread it after I wrote it)

I love Sherlock <3 that’s it that’s my actual comment

So you somehow caught Sherlock’s attention weather it be that you are smart as him or not doesn’t really matter, you caught his attention

It was at a crime scene in which you helped Lestrade a lot in the case until he contacted Sherlock, when Sherlock got there he noticed how you helped him get to the answer, or more like you knew the answer which turned out to be correct. Having known much about this crime and the people involved helped you a lot to solve it.

Sherlock who as usual tried to deduce everyone tried to deduce you and noticed that he couldn’t, or he got it all wrong, it made him more curious about you

So Sherlock decided out of nowhere that he liked you, he saw potential in you and wanted to take you in, so that’s what he did

If you were an orphan he got accepted to foster you, but if you aren’t then he needed your parents approval, which he got (with a bit of help from Lestrade and Mycroft)

The first week living with Sherlock was filled with him trying to figure out things about you. In doing that he did actually notice all your bad habits.

He noticed how you were stressed about school a lot, how you struggled with school, which he thought weird as outside of school you were damn smart but as soon as it came to school all went to shit

So he started (without himself knowing) slowly to help you with your school work, he’d say random facts that you would actually need to your assignments in which you wrote down. He helped you a lot that way and when he noticed he still continued, because he noticed you never asked for help. You were a lot less stressed over school because of his help.

After a few weeks he started to notice how you would make sure that he took care of himself but you wouldn’t take care of yourself, so he started to tell you to eat something, to drink, to sleep, like you always told him

The first case he took you to was the first time you ever saw Sherlock get “scolded” though neither you or Sherlock took any mind to Lestrade telling him of for bringing a teenager to a crime scene, you wanted to be there to help so what was the problem?

Let’s not forget that both you and Sherlock are greatly annoyed by Anderson and Donovan because if anyone where to ask the two of you then they are both bloody idiots who doesn’t know a shit, and they do call you both names in which are not to your liking

Changing topic a bit Sherlock always wants to hear what you have to say about a crime scene

Everyone getting worried by your antics of throwing yourself in danger most of the time to help Sherlock who is in trouble

Mycroft actually liking you, hence why he protected you as much as he tries to protect Sherlock

This was all before John, but when John came into the picture everyone started to notice how much Sherlock had influenced you and they didn’t quite know if it was good or bad

John noticed how he now had to take care of two children in which one was a teenager and one an actual adult, but both acted as children and neither could take care of themselves

Stealing Sherlock coat whenever you miss him

“John I can’t find it” Sherlock yelled out lowly as not to wake you as he knew you were asleep

John walked into the living room with a mug of tea in his hand as he yawned tiredly, it was way to early for this “What are you looking for”

“My coat!” John heard the panic start to seep through Sherlock at the mention of his coat being gone.

“Why are you whispering”

“Y/N is asleep, I don’t want to wake them”

John who knew that you did in fact steal Sherlock’s coats from time to time sighed at those words. John took a sip of his tea before he walked over to your door opening it to show Sherlock your sleeping form.

That’s when Sherlock saw his coat draped around your body, the very same coat he had been looking for. You were cuddled up inside it the warmth keeping you warm as well as the familiar smell of Sherlock in which had comforted you into sleep helping with your previous worried state.

John had left the door leaving only Sherlock who stared at you. He sighed, closed the door and went and got another coat from his room. He’d let you have his favorite coat for now. Unknowingly to him a soft small smile had etched itself onto his lips as he thought about the fact that you felt safe around him, after all that’s why you took his coat.

He gave you a coat that looked like his after that

Neither you or Sherlock would ever admit it but you did see him as a sort of father figure and he saw you as his child in some sort of way

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain Halloween Special 2023

Father Figure! Sherlock x Teen! Reader

          “I don’t see why we’re being forced to go to this,” said Sherlock as John pulled on his white doctor jacket.

            “Sherlock, Lestrade was trying to be polite and include us,” sighed John. “It’s Halloween.”

            “Yes. The perfect time for interesting murders,” said Sherlock. “Why would I waste my time at a silly party?”

            “Well, if we’re there, then we know if a murder is called in,” said (Y/N), stepping into the room. “So it could be helpful.”

            Sherlock stared. “What are you wearing?”

            “A costume. That’s what you’re supposed to wear to a Halloween Party,” said (Y/N).

            “That’s nonsense. I refuse to dress up,” said Sherlock. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

            (Y/N) put their hands on their hips. “I thought it was obvious. I’m dressed as you.” They wore a purple button-up, slacks, and a long black coat. The kicker was the deerstalker on their head.

            Sherlock stared at the deerstalker, offended. “I don’t wear that hat.”

            “The press thinks you do, so it works for the costume,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            Sherlock grumbled, but John just gave him a look.

            “You should be wearing a costume,” reiterated John.

            “Nonsense,” said Sherlock.

            “Fine,” said John. “But if you’re not going to dress up, that’s not going to keep you from going to the party.”

            “What?” said Sherlock.

            “Come on,” said John, grabbing Sherlock and pulling him out the door.

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            “Sherlock, John, (Y/N)!” greeted Lestrade, wearing an American police uniform (with a clown wig). He grinned at (Y/N)’s costume. “Very nice.”

            Sherlock grumbled. “I don’t wear a hat.”

            “I think it’s perfect,” said Lestrade, grinning widely while Sherlock sighed.

            “Oh, god, the Freakling is dressed like the Freak,” said Anderson, making a face.

            “We don’t need two Freaks. The Freakling is enough,” muttered Donovan.

            (Y/N) stiffened, Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and John glared.

            Lestrade turned on his two agents. “Go and get some punch, agents.” Donovan and Anderson started at his clear command and walked away. Lestrade turned back to (Y/N). “Sorry about that.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

            “Their words are stupid anyways,” said Sherlock, but his gaze had softened at (Y/N) relaxing once Donovan and Anderson were gone. He didn’t like them hurting (Y/N)’s feelings. They were his kid, and he wouldn’t let their intelligence be relegated to some “freakish” characteristic.

            “Right, right, let’s go and get some drinks before you start a fight,” said John, ushering Sherlock forward and giving Lestrade an apologetic smile.

            John pushed (Y/N) and Sherlock to the buffet table and put his hands on his hips. “You two stay here, and don’t get into trouble, do you understand?”

            “It’s not our fault Donovan and Anderson say stupid things,” said (Y/N).

            John gave them an admonishing look. “(Y/N).”

            “Fine, fine,” they said.

            John just gave Sherlock a warning look before the detective spoke before walking off to catch up with Lestrade.

            (Y/N) was silent for just a moment before glancing at Sherlock. “Anderson’s wife isn’t here.”

            “No, she is not,” said Sherlock in amusement.

            “And dressing as a doctor and nurse is very ‘coincidental,’ ” said (Y/N).

            “Very,” agreed Sherlock, smirking.

            (Y/N) smiled, trying not to laugh as they watched Donovan and Anderson from across the room. They were so obvious, as were the secrets of everyone else at the party. The deductions were far too easy.

            “Thanks for coming,” said (Y/N). “It would have been pretty boring without you.”

            “John would have continued to irritate me,” said Sherlock.

            “Maybe there’ll be a murder. We’d be first on the scene from here,” said (Y/N). They grinned at Sherlock.

            He smiled. “We would be. Let’s hope someone gets bored like we are and kills someone, then.”

            (Y/N) put their hat onto his head. “Yeah, and then Sherlock Holmes can be on the case.”

            Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed at the hat. “I suppose I will be.” He smiled as (Y/N) grinned at him. If his kid was happy, then he was. He reached out and put the hat back on their head. “But so will you be. We’re a team.”

            (Y/N) brightened and straightened at the praise. “Right. A team. The two of us.”

            Sherlock and (Y/N) were a father and child team. They would always be there for one another. That’s what it mean to be a family.

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@im-making-an-effort

@ilse235

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[adhd-merlin]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers:

(Nobody tagged me I'm just procrastinating!!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

42, but most of my older stuff is on livejournal, where it shall remain.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,392.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now only Merlin. I’m a ‘one fandom at the time’ kind of person.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Four out of five are Sherlock fics and I doubt anyone cares about that, so I’m going to make it Top 3 Merlin fics:

Call It Anything We Want (Arthur/Gwen/Merlin) - link

All Downhill from Here (Merlin/Arthur) - link

Unwavering (Merlin/Gwaine) - link

I like that it’s a mix of ships!

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! I like talking to other people about The Characters. Sorry if I’ve ever rambled at you.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really write angst. The only one I can think of is a Sherlock fic based on the theme of mismatched names in a soulmate AU (if this means anything to you). The first part was bittersweet (Sally Donovan/Harry Watson), the second part just sad (John/Sherlock)—both probably not that good. I wrote it a decade ago and I’m not going to re-read it now to see if I am right.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Call It Anything We Want. Everything gets solved and everyone is happy! The end.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None so far!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sometimes! All kinds :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Generally I don’t, but funnily enough the fic of mine with the most kudos is a Sherlock x Harry Potter crossover. (It was for a fanfic exchange and my recipient had this crossover on their wishlist.) There’s nothing particularly crazy about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked me if they could translate a fic of mine once and I said it was fine, but they never got back to me with a link, so I don’t know if they actually did it. I don’t think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Ooooh this takes me back. Yes—nothing that was ever published, but I did attempt to co-write a fic with a fandom friend once. We had become friends through livejournal by commenting on the same on-going fic—and when I say friends, I mean we ended up exchanging emails, photos, talking about personal stuff and chatting for hours every day.

Which might not sound like a big deal now, but this happened over 15 years ago, when people didn’t carry the entire internet in their pocket, and chatting with someone for hours meant sitting at the family computer in the living room. Also there was a 6-hour time difference between us.

It escalated to the point where we were making promises to visit each other someday and I had even told my mum about him, but one day he just vanished. (This wasn’t romantic by the way—he was gay, I was questioning; it truly was ‘just’ being friends). Never found out what happened to the guy and I was heartbroken about it for a while. Needless to say, that fic never got finished.

It was a Brokeback Mountain modern AU by the way.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I’ve never written or read any Jane Eyre fic but I’m going to say Jane Eyre/Mr Rochester. I just love them individually and as a couple.

As a fanfic reader, while I do have favourite ships, I’m fairly open-minded, and to me an exceptionally written story trumps a specific pairing any day. For example, I’ve read loads of John/Sherlock fics, but what ended up sticking in my mind years later are the fics that were very original or well written, regardless of the ship—like the one where Mycroft and Anthea are the same mind in two bodies and John ends up dating both, or the fem!Lestrade/Mycroft fic (even though this wasn’t a ship I particularly cared about), or the one where John and Sherlock have to take a seal to a sanctuary (gen). On the other hand, most of the Johnlock fics I've read have blurred together, even if (or maybe because) this was the ship I read more fics about.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There’s one in which Merlin and Gwaine go on a diplomatic visit to the Druids which has been sitting in my Google docs folder for a while, but first I want to finish another fic, because I’ve already written most of it and it’s been languishing in my drafts for even longer. I think I’ll finish the latter eventually—if only for sunk cost fallacy reasons—but I’m not sure about the Merwaine one (which might be platonic Merlin & Gwaine, by the way—I’ve not really decided).

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told by some that my characterisation was good, but I suppose that’s quite subjective.

One thing I’m trying to pay more attention to now is the overall narrative structure—I don’t write long fics, but even with shorter works you still need an inciting incident, a climax, and a resolution at the very least. I didn’t use to think about it much, but I’m trying to be more mindful of it. Just…making sure those elements are there, I suppose, and that the pacing doesn’t feel off. Not saying I’m good at it but I like to think it’s made my writing a bit better?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Basic ass prose lol. I started writing fanfic to post online when I was a teenager with a poor grasp on the English language, and what helped me immensely at the time was keeping in mind my English teacher's advice to “just KISS!!” (“Kiss It Short and Simple”).

I still think about it to this day when I get stuck, and it is very helpful when you just need to get the words out and on the page, but it doesn’t make for beautiful prose.

Sometimes I read other people’s work and marvel at their precise use of vocabulary, their inventive metaphors, their evocative language—then I look at my own writing and it’s like, “They were in a room. She was wearing a red dress. It was dark outside.” You know what I mean? But I do this in my spare time as a hobby so I don’t stress about this too much. I’m not trying to win the next Pulitzer Prize or anything.

That and I’m not good at describing stuff. I don’t like descriptions. “They were in a room”—oh, what did it look like? I don’t know! Use your imagination.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

My thoughts are: do it sparingly, do it only if there is a point to it, and try to get it checked by a native speaker (or at the very least do some basic research to make sure it is correct). I have nothing against it in theory, but it can be off-putting to a reader who happens to speak that language if the dialogue sounds unnatural or is just plain wrong. If we are talking about dead or fictional languages it’s not as important, I guess, but never assume there won’t be a nerd who knows Old English or Sindarin ready to correct you.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Brokeback Mountain. Weirdly enough, it had a very active fandom on livejournal back in the day.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don’t remember them all, but for Merlin I’m going to say this ficlet in which Arthur and Gwen have a baby called Ygraine and Merlin is the doting third parent/uncle figure.

It’s actually part of a Merwenthur series but it can be read on its own as Arthur/Gwen + best friend Merlin. I just want them to be happy!!!

Excerpt:

Scattered on the floor around the three of them are a couple of the rag dolls Guinevere enjoys sewing, some of the wooden figurines Merlin enjoys carving, and the wooden sword Ygraine enjoys smacking on people’s heads. She’s going through a phase — which Arthur finds slightly unsettling, even though Guinevere assures him it is normal — in which she seems to delight in the mild suffering of others, and gleefully seizes the opportunity to cause it when it presents itself. The methods employed are varied and impressively effective in their simplicity: pulling hair, twisting noses, biting fingertips, grabbing ears — especially those of people who insist on making themselves an easy target by parading around with a pair that looks so easily grabbable — and other such tricks as can be devised by the devious mind of a baby who can now confidently rely on her grasping skills. (...) Ygraine’s improper handling of a sword is unimportant, since that can be easily fixed with proper training; her fledgling sadistic streak, on the other hand, is slightly more worrying, being something Ygraine cannot have inherited from her mother, and having thus prompted in Arthur a level of self-scrutiny he doesn’t feel entirely comfortable with.

I also quite like An Act of Balance actually (Daemons!AU, Gen, Arthur & Merlin). I don’t think it’s the best thing I’ve written or anything, it was just fun to write.

Excerpt:

“So,” Merlin said, his voice muffled, due to him being half-inside Arthur’s wardrobe. “Gwen told me you’ve been asking questions about my daemon.” Arthur choked on the water he was drinking. “Sire?” Merlin stuck his head out, looking at Arthur in concern. “I’m fine!” Arthur rasped out, thumping his chest with his fist. Merlin grabbed a couple of shirts from the wardrobe. “Red or blue?” he asked, holding up first one and then the other, while Arthur tried to get his coughing under control. “I think blue. More flattering. I would’ve told you if you’d asked.” “That… blue flatters me?” Arthur asked hoarsely, blinking back tears. “About my daemon,” Merlin said, looking at Arthur as if he despaired of his intelligence.

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[laughroditee]

Hello. My name is Laughroditee, and I am just a silly little tart on the internet. I like to write and draw stupid things for my own amusement and/or to exorcise my demons. 

This is my NSFW sideblog, and as such, minors should not be here. If you interact with my blog or my work and are a minor, know you are going against my wishes. 18+ only!

My SFW stuff is on my main blog, @momokeen, and most of my fanart will be reblogged from there. (Sometimes, I just post it here or as responses in reblogs because I am my own lord and master.) All likes and asks will be from my main blog, but reblogs and comments will be from here.

I am also on AO3 under the same name (laughroditee).

🤡 What to expect:

Silliness, angst, fluff, some smut, and some horror. I aim to keep my fandom experience silly-funny because I am here to have a good time. That being said, I also love a good emotionally scarring fic. So think of candy-coated psychic damage, I guess. That's the vibe here.

I write canon x reader AND canon x OC because making characters, figuring out their psychology, and then breaking them apart is one of my favorite things to do. 

At this time, I write gender-neutral!Reader, afab!Reader, or female!Reader if I’m doing a x Reader fic. 

🤡 Fandoms I like:

Call of Duty, Devil May Cry, Dragon Age, Stardew Valley, Fallout: New Vegas, (and more)

🤡 Currently, I write for:

The COD fandom

🤡 And draw for:

The COD fandom

My Works

Content warnings will always be listed before the meat of the text, so please read those.

🟢 Fluff

“You're Coming With Me” - Simon Riley finds a kitten. (My first fanfic.)

Simon has a rat (Drabble or something? Headcanon?)

🟡 PG-13

"Repossessed" trailer script ft. necromancer!Graves - Phillip Graves offers to resurrect a loved one... for a price.

Cowboy Price imagine (PG-13 for suggestive themes)

“Best friend!Soap / Roommate!Soap x gender-neutral!Reader x Gaz” (no title for this yet) - You and Johnny bicker like children, and he's surprised to hear you're going on a date with Kyle.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Queen Behavior" - short fic about little Simon witnessing his father abusing his mother (read the warnings)

🔴 18+ MDNI

“Your Ghost” (female OC x Ghoap, features MCD. This is an exploration of grief, trauma, and healing.) - An American tarot reader finds herself inextricably linked to John MacTavish, whose ghost needs a favor from her before he can rest.

Part 1 - Knight of Swords Part 2 - XIII Death Part 3 - Three of Swords Part 4 - A Love That Bleeds Part 5 - First Contact Part 6 - Death at the Door

Headcanons

Weird Domestic Habits of the 141

TF141 and their favorite ASMR types (with links!)

Simon is a penguin

Analyses

Closer!Price analysis

⚠️ WIPs

Closer

Buried Alive

Your Ghost, Ch. 4 - A Love That Bleeds 

Priest Soap

Random Poetry

"My Heart You Have/ And Yours I Crave"

Nocturne

Fanart

“Lt., let’s take a photo together!” 📸

Magical Boy Soap

Magical Boy Soap in the style of “The Rose of Versailles”

My COD OC Jesse “Jester” Donovan (kind of a shitpost but…)

Captain Price doodle wearing an elephant trunk g-string, and proof that I made it.

Tags (under construction)

Personal stuff is tagged under #laughroditee rambles

Asks are tagged as #ask laughroditee 

And works I've created are tagged with #laughroditee

Unless it’s fanart, then that is tagged under #momokeen*

*working on updating tags...

[random-imagines-blog]

TV Shows Masterlist (L-Z)

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient!

Not in Alphabetical Order.

⭐ contains smut.

Sherlock

Oneshots

British Blood, American Heart (Sherlock Half-Sister)

Non-business Meeting (Mycroft Holmes Daughter oneshot)

You Will See Me (Mycroft Holmes Oneshot)

Bullet with Vampire Wings {Sherlock x GN!Reader Oneshot}

Imagines

Imagine Sherlock passing over a case - just for your birthday.

Imagine seeing Sherlock Holmes for the first time since you two had broken up, and realizing it still hurts.

Imagine picking up a drunk Sherlock Holmes at a bar, and letting him sleep off the hangover at your place.

Imagine pretending to be Sherlock’s wife for a case and continuing to pretend after it’s over.

Imagine going for a walk with John Watson.

Imagine John Watson trying to tell you his feelings for you, but it’s too complicated for him to express properly.

Imagine wanting to help with a case, so John Watson uses his puppy dog eyes to convince you to stay safe.

Imagine Mycroft Holmes catching you hack his computer.

Imagine taking Mycroft camping because ‘he needs away from the office.’

 Imagine Mycroft knowing about your hideaway.

Imagine surprising Mycroft Holmes by wearing something sexy to his office.

Imagine volunteering to work a case with Sherlock, and Mycroft fears for you endlessly.

Imagine saving Mycroft Holmes’s life.

Imagine Mycroft Holmes waiting for you.

Imagine Moriarty helping to plan your wedding.

Imagine Jim Moriarty being your blind date, and he had it all planned out.

Imagine being a part of the wedding party at John and Mary’s wedding, and  Jim Moriarty crashes it only to kidnap you.

Imagine working with Sherlock, and tricking Moriarty into opening up to you, but feeling guilty for it after.

Once Upon A Time

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine having feelings for your therapist, Archie Hopper.

Misfits

Oneshots

Deserted Halls (Nathan Young)

Painted Dreams (Simon Bellamy)

Home Alone? (Simon Bellamy)

New Apartments and Horrible Beds (Rudy Wade)

Not a Happy Ending (Rudy Wade)

Alonetime isn’t a Good Time (Rudy Wade)

Imagines

Imagine Nathan tricking you into showing up in costume - but he really likes it.

Imagine Nathan Young making you the leader of his fan club.

Imagine Nathan Young giving up flirting with everyone for you.

Imagine stealing with Nathan Young.

Imagine living with Nathan Young in the Community Center.

Imagine being the newest person on Community Service and Nathan immediately staking a claim on you.

Imagine Nathan Young seducing you in front of your boyfriend.

Imagine partying with Nathan Young.

Imagine Simon trying to impress you at your house party.

Imagine your power being over weather and not being able to control it when fighting with Simon.

Imagine pulling an all-nighter with Simon.

Imagine Simon awkwardly dancing with your family on your wedding day.

Imagine being the only one to notice Simon’s birthday, and giving him a homemade cupcake.

Imagine falling asleep on Simon’s lap during community service hours.

Imagine reading comic books with Simon.

Imagine being able to see Simon Bellamy when he’s invisible.

Imagine going to a carnival with Curtis Donovan.

Imagine the first time Curtis comes over to your flat.

Imagine getting caught with Curtis.

Imagine trying new sexual kinks with Curtis, but he isn’t into it.

Imagine going in for community service and seeing Curtis, who you used to be good friends with.

Imagine meeting Rudy 2.

Imagine Rudy’s reaction to your parents thinking he’s a bad guy.

Imagine always surprising Rudy with your ‘fireworks’ power.

Imagine your powers are getting out of control and Rudy tries to make you laugh to get you to calm down.

Imagine Alex from the Bar being too shy to admit his power.  

Prison Break

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine spending the day on a beach with Lincoln Burrows.

Imagine being Lincoln’s girl, and road-tripping with the brothers.

Imagine Lincoln Burrows following your harasser home.

Imagine being Lincoln’s wife and attending the police celebration undercover.

Imagine being Lincoln Burrows fiance and him being overprotective.

Imagine Lincoln Burrows proposing to you because he doesn’t want to lose you.

Imagine finding out about Lincoln’s prison break and telling him that you’ll never be scared of him.

Imagine trying to help Michael Scofield with his illness.

Imagine getting separated from Michael while on the run.

Imagine Michael Scofield seeing you naked for the first time.

Imagine Fernando Sucre coming home to you after breaking out of prison.

Imagine discovering Paul Kellerman is alive.

Imagine being Michael and Lincoln’s sister and Whip falling for you.   

Imagine T-Bag interrupting your breakfast.

Imagine T-Bag being impressed by you and your sassy remarks.

Imagine T-Bag thinking you’re tastier than any pastry he’s had.

Preacher

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Jesse Custer leaving you because he doesn’t want you to worry.

Imagine Jesse Custer using his powers to help you live your dream.

Imagine spending Christmas with Jesse Custer.

Imagine forcing Jesse Custer out of bed to get breakfast with you.

Imagine going on a walk with Jesse Custer and him confessing about his powers.

Imagine Tulip O’Hare saving you from the ‘whore-house’

Imagine Tulip thinking you’re a breath of fresh air.

Imagine being just as skeptical about the misadventure as Tulip is.

Imagine Tulip going up against anyone who called you names.

Imagine Tulip watching over you as you try to get clean and sober. 

Imagine going to an art museum with Tulip, but getting bored and causing more mischief than learning.

Imagine Cassidy trying to help you through depression.

Imagine being the first person to hold Cassidy’s touch-starved hand in a long time.

Imagine Cassidy trying to corrupt you.

Imagine working for the Grail but secretly helping Cassidy. Imagine staying with Cassidy after you find out his secret.

Imagine switching out Cassidy’s wardrobe.

Imagine telling Cassidy that you don’t just want to be FWB anymore.

Imagine Cassidy hearing you talk bad about yourself.

Z Nation

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being Addy Carver being all cute with you.

Imagine Addison Carver having to leave you behind.

Imagine seeing George again after being separated by the apocalypse.

Victorious

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being caught skipping class with Beck Oliver.

Squid Game

Oneshots

Fear of Disappointment (Chapter 1) (Seong Gi-Hun)

Fear of Disappointment (Chapter 2) (Seong Gi-Hun)

Fear of Disappointment (Final Chapter) (Seong Gi-Hun)

Imagines

Imagine  Seong Gi-Hun meeting your family.

The Walking Dead

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a Dixon and entering into a relationship with Rick Grimes.

Imagine being Rick Grimes’ sister, and starting to date Darryl.

The Umbrella Academy

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine falling in love with Five when you were kids.

The Mighty Boosh

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine getting a minor injury while working with Vince Noir.

Imagine being Howard’s very supportive partner.

Lucifer

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Lucifer nearly dying, and you clinging onto him.

Imagine Lucifer approaching you about your book series, which paints him out to be a good guy.

Mayfair Witches

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being Lasher’s favorite witch, and him trying everything to get a body to be with you.

[kris-dont-give-af-87182]

Can you do a Sherlock x reader who's a recovering drug addict?

Addiction

Y/N L/N was a nobody on the streets, until he came into her life. It was a bit of blur, still, and she could hardly believe that she now had a roof over her head. But he remembered every detail.

He remembered when his homeless network reported that the suspect was last seen near a drug den. He remembered going undercover and then finding himself chasing the man. He remembered how she’d stopped him with a fire extinguisher to the face.

“He’s not the one you should be arresting, though.” She had said, fingers twitching nervously. “He had no idea what he was distributing and he needed the money for his kid in the hospital. The one you’re looking for is Moriarty. Of course, you already knew that, didn’t you, Mr. Holmes?”

Her startlingly clear E/C eyes were what caught his attention first. She was a drug addict, and a heavily addicted one at that, but she spoke with precision and clarity.

She turned those eyes to John. “And you might want to break up with your girlfriend before things get too ugly..”

John’s eyes widened, “What-?”

Immediately, she frowned, as if annoyed that she had to explain. It was not unlike Sherlock’s own temperament.

“You’ve obviously been staying over at her place, I can smell her perfume from a mile away, no secure man would ever wear such a disgustingly heavy one. But you’re sour expression and the fact that you just checked those texts that you’ve been getting non stop, and that you kept glancing anxiously at Sherlock before putting your phone back in without responding means that things are not going well with your girlfriend and your best friend might be one of the reasons why.”

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, glancing back at his flat mate. John shrugged, seeming sheepish, but he looked back at the girl in awe. Sherlock took in the woman in front of him. She was on the tip of an iceberg, dancing along its edge. Rehabilitation was going to be difficult but not impossible.

“You’re hired.”

John seemed bewildered. “What?”

“Starting today, Miss, er-”

“Y/N L/N” she provided.

“Miss L/N is going to be my assistant.”

John gaped at his best friend. “Are you being serious?”

“Intellect such as hers is wasted in the gutter, and I’m in a generous mood.”

“I don’t need your charity.” She snapped.

“Oh, it’s not charity, you’re going to work for me. And I’m told I can be a bit of a taskmaster, so you’re most definitely not the luckiest person today.”

He was true to his word. She accompanied him on investigations, ran errands for him. But it wasn’t easy trying to give up her drug habits. She refused to go to a rehabilitation facility, and Sherlock had no mind to force her.

She was making progress, but she still had… relapses. The first time was the worst one and she felt as if she were dying. She had gone the hard way, completely giving it up.

It had scared the wits out of John Watson. He had found her, twitching on the bathroom floor, eyes wild and sweat soaking her clothes.

“SHERLOCK!”

When she had come to, she found herself looking up at concerned blue eyes. He’d never admit it, but he was fast growing fond of the woman. She worked without complaint, seemed to stay on track with him no matter what, and generally had a knack for interacting with people.

But despite all the changes in her life, it still didn’t change the way people saw her. And while it brought her spirits down, it irritated Sherlock to no end. But it’s what led to the current scenario she found herself in.

They had gone to inspect a crime scene, as per request of Lestrade, but as luck would have it, Anderson and Donovan were there.

“Here come the freaks,” Donovan rolled her eyes. “Don’t let the druggie near the evidence, she might end up snorting all of it.”

Y/N tensed but stayed silent, eyes focused on the ground. Sherlock ground his teeth as John clenched his fists.

“Y/N might have been a drug addict, but she still has morals, which is more than what can be said for you. Still scrubbing Anderson’s floors are we? I suppose his wife must think she has the cleanest husband.”

Y/N looked up, startled as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away. She tried to break free but to no avail.

“Let go, Sherlock, it hurts,” she protested. He let go but grabbed her shoulders to force her to look at him.

“Why won’t you stand up for yourself? Why do you always have to be so… quiet and nice?” He demanded.

“I thought you’d reserved the mean act for yourself.” Y/N grinned but Sherlock only glared harder.

“It’s no use even if I do speak up. I used to be a druggie, hell, I lived like drugs were the only things keeping me alive. Until you showed up, there were days when I was so high, I couldn’t tell my hands from my legs.” She sighed. “Not everyone is as accepting as you and John.

“Well, then to hell what they think, talk back. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, but I do consider you as a friend. I’ve got you, no matter what.”

What was meant to comfort her seemed to upset her instead, though she tried not to show it. She smiled and nodded, pulling out of his grasp gently before going inside.

A few more months passed before disaster struck. Donovan managed to pin a drug case on Y/N, dragging her away. But the months spent with Sherlock tracking down criminals seemed to have hardened her.

“You know Donovan, you might want get a check up. It’s remarkable how many different colognes you have, and I doubt all of them are Anderson’s,” Y/N remarked as she was led away.

Sherlock had come running as soon as he heard, only to find Y/N comfortably lounging in her cell.

“I’ll get you out.” He promised. She smiled.

“I know you will.”

He kept his promise of course, but the news had already come out, painting Sherlock’s “apprentice” a hopeless addict. And despite his inability to fully understand emotions, Sherlock could tell that behind her fixed smile, was hurt and despair.

She was staring out the window of his apartment when he came in.

“I won’t relapse again. It’s been three months since the last time, I won’t do it again.” She said softly, eyes glazed over slightly.

Sherlock sighed, going over to her. He tentatively put his arms around her, letting her lean against him as she shook slightly with suppressed sobs.

“I know you won’t.” He told her softly.

“You know why, though?” She sniffed, looking up at him with so much trust that he felt both happy and scared.

“Why?” He whispered.

“Because I’m only addicted to one thing now,” she gave a watery smile. “You.”

She had gambled everything on this. She knew she could lose everything if he didn’t return her feelings and decided to throw her out. But good thing she knew a thing or two about gambling.

He leant down, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Good.”

She felt content then, it wasn’t a rejection, but he was trying to enforce affection. She knew he was uncomfortable with affection, but that small peck meant all the world to her.

John walked in on them, Y/N still in Sherlock’s embrace. He smiled slightly at the sight and quietly left them to have their privacy.

(This is my first request and I hope you like it!!)

[audaciousacolyte]

Welcome to The Garden!

About Me:

• My name is Joan

• I really enjoy writing and drawing!!

• I am a Libra

• I love talking to people, so don't be afraid to reach out to me!!

Interacting Rules:

This is my basic criteria for those who wish to follow me =>

《☆ do NOT interact with this blog if you are:

• LGBTQphobic

• Pedophillic or MAP

• Exclusionist

• Ableist

Or otherwise unnecessarily hateful. ☆》

With that out of the way, my requesting basis and current status are avaliable under the cut.

Requesting Rules:

《♡ I will only write character x reader requests, but I may include other ships if asked to. ♡》

《♡ Before requesting, please make sure that you are using clear language that is easily understandable and be as specific as you can on what exactly you would like for me to write. ♡》

《♡ Please limit your requests to three or four characters at a time, and be sure to specify whether or not the characters are in a romantic relationship. ♡》

What I will write:

◇ Fluff

◇ Angst

◇ Hurt/comfort

◇ Headcanons

◇ Platonic relationships

◇ Queerplatonic relationships

◇ self-inserts x characters

◇ OC x characters

What I will NOT write:

♤ Explicit gore

♤ Explicit NSFW (BORDERLINE NSFW is alright)

♤ Anything kink related

♤ Hardcore Angst (ex. Character A dies in a dramatic/tragic way, while Character B is left to mourn)

♤ Anything trauma related, such as SA or abuse

♤ Anything related to SH or su!c!de

Fandoms and characters I write for:

《|| Animaniacs ||》

• Yakko Warner

• Wakko Warner

• Dot Warner

《|| BABQFTIM ||》

• Bendy

• Boris the Wolf (platonic only)

• Cuphead

• Mugman

• Felix the Cat

《|| Epic Mickey ||》

• Mickey Mouse

• Oswald the lucky Rabbit

《|| Homestuck ||》

• John Egbert

• Dave Strider

• Jade Harley

• Jane Crocker

• Roxy Lalonde

• Jake English

• Dirk Strider

• Karkat Vantas

• Aradia Medigo

• Tavros Nitram

• Sollux Captor

• Nepeta Leijon

• Terezi Pyrope

• Vriska Serket

• Equius Zahhak

• Gamzee Makara

• Eridan Ampora

• Feferi Peixes

《|| Lego Monkie Kid ||》

• MK

• Mei

• Red son

• Sun Wukong

• Macaque

• Nezha

《|| Sonic the Hedgehog ||》

• Sonic

• Shadow

• Amy Rose

• Knuckles

• Tails

• Rouge

《|| South Park ||》

• Stan Marsh

• Kyle Brofloski

• Kenny Mccormick

• Eric Cartman

• Leopold Stotch

• Wendy Testaburger

• Craig Tucker

• Tweek Tweek

• Tolkien Black

• Clyde Donovan

• Jimmy Valmer

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Kira’s Masterlist

Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..work in progress

Mafia Trilogy

Members Yandere types

Tommy Angelo

How many kids would he have?

Paulie Lombardo

¡Yandere! Paulie protects you

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Sam Trapani

¡Yandere!Sam getting rid of your admirer

Bonus pt.2^

Yandere alphabet-ABIJ

Yandere fluff

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Vito Scaletta

Dad Scaletta

Time traveler reader

Time traveler pt.2

Yandere Alphabet

Mortal Kombat 1, 11, and X

Mk11 and 1 w/ low emotional intelligence darling

Mk11 Yandere sub-zero and scorpion

Yandere MK11 harem x reader

Yandere MK11 harem pt.2

revenant harem w/ queen darling

Fluffy Kira’s favorites with a clingy s/o

Yandere Johnny,Lao and Erron with a darling in a wedding dress

Kung Lao

General Yandere headcannons

Comforts you from somniphobia/noctophobia

Erron Black

He kidnaps you

masochist drabble

Johnny Cage

Platonic yandere with a young star

Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Johnny w/ singer! S/O

Kenshi

yandere kenshi who is obsessed w/ your touch

Raiden

Yandere Raiden take cares of sick darling

Yandere Raiden with disabled darling

Yandere Raiden sleepwatches you

Yandere Raiden harem

Baraka

Soft yandere drabbles

Mark Grayson

Yan! Mark grayson gets jealous over your friends

DC

platonic yan! batboys reacting to you dating

Mark Grayson w/batsis (crackkkk)

platonic yan! jason x dick x batsis

Weaponized incompetence discussion post

Yan! Platonic! Jason and Dick w/ understanding batsis darling batboys w/ Autisic reader w/ oral fixation Batfam reacting to affectionate batsis

Jason Todd

Platonic !yan¡ Jason w/ batsis darling

Platonic yan! Jason w/batsis that died by the joker with him

Platonic yan! Jason’s reaction to you dying and coming back

Dick Grayson

Platonic !yan! Dick w/ batsis darling

discussion post ^

Platonic!yan! Dick w/ bullied batsis

Romantic!yan! Dick w/baby trapped darling

Romantic! Yan! Dick kissing Drabble

Batsis reacts to cheating dick Grayson platonic yan!

Discussion post^^

"Attagirl"

Tim Drake

platonic!yan! Tim w/ batsis reader

Batchild! w/ platonic!Yan! Tim

Platonic! Yan! Tim w/ medic batsis

Bruce Wayne

Platonic Yan! Bruce w/ robin darling

Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian w/ assassin batsis

Marvel

PS5 Peter Parker

yan! Peter x Yan! Harry x reader headcanons yan! Peter w/ darling at coney island

TASM! Peter Parker

Yan!peter kiddnapping darling who is visiting him

NWH! Peter Parker

Yan!peter Parker w/ darling who knows he’s a stalker

Yan!peter Parker reacting to villain darling from another universe

[gamesimp]

Mr. American Pie - A Mafia 3 Fanfiction (Part 2)

Note: long time no post, I suck at this so I tried doing more effort this time ughh.

Life with Donovan was perfect, we managed to get a new house in the suburbs, we managed to balance crime and a normal life. I was a co-leader of the Southeast Asian-American Triads. Consisting of mostly Vietnamese and Filipino immigrants who look for money, power and refuge from the War in Vietnam or the racist American society who looks down on them. But as my main job, I work as a manager at the shitty airport where I always need to rid the runway of gators. I thought being able to manage the airport was a good decision since it is Southeast Asian-American turf. As of Donovan, he still is Lincoln's advisor.

It was a summer sunday afternoon and it was absolutely burning. I decided I would stay in my skivies to cool myself down. While I was making some iced tea in the kitchen. I heard the doorbell ring. I picked up my gun but the person at the doorbell started to ring it impatiently.

"im coming wait right there!"

I ran towards the door and opened the door halfway while hiding my gun. I loomed to see who was outside and there stood a woman.

"Uhm, isn't Mr. Donovan supposed to live here?"

She asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Im an old friend of his, Im Jackie, Jackie Grimaldi."

"Oh, I think hes told me about you."

"Can I come inside?"

"yeah, come in."

I lead her to the living room.

"are you (your name)?"

She asked while I brought Iced tea to the living room.

"Why are you asking?"

"Youre from Sinclair Parish RightYou killed an entire bunch of klan members because they killed your Filipino-American family and neighbors?"

"oh that's me! Where did you get that info?"

"I remember you! You we're also close to Mr. Clay!"

Donovan finally arrived. They had a short chat about reminiscing about the past back in Vietnam.

I went back to the kitchen and looked at the calendar, it reminded me of the years I've spent with Donovan, and I realised we can't get married no matter what we do. We don't know any priests that could elope us. We only know Father James, (who ignores us unless hes about to say negative remarks to start a fight with Donovan or Lincoln after church)

I realise its time for me to go to work.

"Donnie! I'm heading out for work!"

"Have a good day at work!"

He yells back as i walk out the door.

I got to my new car, It was an AMC Pacer, not the quickest but at least, it isn't too flashy.

I turn the key and the engine comes on. I tune the radio to WNBX and it plays "Barracuda" by Heart. I went on my way to the airport and started my job. I was in my office when the phone rang.

"It's me, Lincoln. Make sure cops aren't settin foot on that runway, we got a shipment of stolen cars from Japan coming in!"

"sure thing buddy!"

I walked towards the runway and conversed with a Japanese man.

"Hello sir, please to meet you!"

I yelled and bowed as the jet engines roared around us.

"Kuray-San (Clay-San) has started operations with the Yakuza! But we need your help removing the communist gangs from here!"

"The bratva if im right?"

I asked

"Yes mister, we, the Yakuza need your help to get the Russians out of the picture, they always steal our products! And they seem to dislike Mr Clay San's work!"

"understood! I'll notify him immediately!"

I said as the Yakuza members got into his Toyota limousine and was escorted by a bunch of Datsun Z's and other JDM sport cars. I decided to drive to the bar and tell Lincoln about it.

I parked by the backdoor. I walked to the backdoor panting and in a hurry. I knocked 3 times. I anxiously waited for Lincoln to open the door. The door burst open.

"Hey there! Whats the rush?"

"We need a meeting at the plantations!"

I quickly replied.

We all arranged a sit down with 5 other bosses, Burke, Vito, Cassandra, and two new underbosses. Sister Ling who is in the Chinese Triads, and Rafael Guzman, from the Colombian cartel.

"Ok guys, listen up! Donovan will present new enemy for the Clay Crime family and for all of you!"

Donovan used a corkboard for is presentation.

"basically, these Ruskies want half of all our business, but ever since Lincoln didn't agree with the deal, they started disrupting rackets and trade with the other international gangs. We need to show these fucking communists thay we dont give a shit, and they can go fuck themselves go back to Mother Russia!"

"all right!!"

I said and the other underbosses started hooting and laughing.

[spaceorphan18]

Book lady gets a book question - is there anything recently released or coming out soon that you’re looking forward to?

Okay, yes, book lady would like to talk about books! Believe it or not, I do actually read more than X-Men and Agatha Christie, lol.

Omg, my TBR is so long... Here's what's at the top of the list (in no order):

The Busy Body by Kemper Donovan : It's a dream assignment. Former Senator Dorothy Gibson, aka that woman, is the most talked-about person in the country right now, though largely for the wrong reasons. As an independent candidate for President of the United States, Dorothy split the vote and is being blamed for the shocking result. After her very public defeat, she's retreated to her home in rural Maine, inviting her ghostwriter to join her.

The Cautious Traveller's Guide to the Wastelands by Sarah Brooks: It is the end of the 19th Century and the world is awash with marvels. But there is nothing so marvellous as the Wastelands: a terrain of terrible miracles that lies between Beijing and Moscow. Nothing touches this abandoned wilderness except the Great Trans-Siberian Express: an impenetrable train built to carry cargo across continents, but which now transports anyone who dares to cross the shadowy Wastelands.

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji : Students from a university mystery club decide to visit an island which was the site of a grisly multiple murder the year before. Predictably, they get picked off one by one by an unseen murderer. Is there a madman on the loose? What connection is there to the earlier murders? The answer is a bombshell revelation which few readers will see coming.

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes: Who hasn't wondered for a split second what the world would be like the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you've probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death.

Everyone On This Train is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson : When the Australian Mystery Writers’ Society invited me to their crime-writing festival aboard the Ghan, the famous train between Darwin and Adelaide, I was hoping for some inspiration for my second book. Fiction, this time: I needed a break from real people killing each other. Obviously, that didn’t pan out.

Less by Andrew Shawn Greer : PROBLEM: You are a failed novelist about to turn fifty. A wedding invitation arrives in the mail: your boyfriend of the past nine years now engaged to someone else. You can’t say yes--it would all be too awkward--and you can’t say no--it would look like defeat. On your desk are a series of half-baked literary invitations you’ve received from around the world. QUESTION: How do you arrange to skip town? ANSWER: You accept them all.

The Inheritance Trilogy by NK Jemisin : Yeine Darr is an outcast from the barbarian north. But when her mother dies under mysterious circumstances, she is summoned to the majestic city of Sky. There, to her shock, Yeine is named an heiress to the king. But the throne of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is not easily won, and Yeine is thrust into a vicious power struggle.

Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson : It has been centuries since the fall of the ten consecrated orders known as the Knights Radiant, but their Shardblades and Shardplate remain: mystical swords and suits of armor that transform ordinary men into near-invincible warriors. Men trade kingdoms for Shardblades. Wars were fought for them, and won by them.

Sandman by Neil Gaiman : In PRELUDES & NOCTURNES, an occultist attempting to capture Death to bargain for eternal life traps her younger brother Dream instead. After his 70 year imprisonment and eventual escape, Dream, also known as Morpheus, goes on a quest for his lost objects of power. On his arduous journey, Morpheus encounters Lucifer, John Constantine, and an all-powerful madman.

In a Great Green Room by Amy Gary : The extraordinary life of the woman behind the beloved children’s classics Goodnight Moon and The Runaway Bunny comes alive in this fascinating biography of Margaret Wise Brown. Margaret’s books have sold millions of copies all over the world, but few people know that she was at the center of a children’s book publishing revolution. Her whimsy and imagination fueled a steady stream of stories, book ideas, songs, and poems and she was renowned for her prolific writing and business savvy, as well as her stunning beauty and endless thirst for adventure.

How to be Perfect by Michael Shur : Most people think of themselves as “good,” but it’s not always easy to determine what’s “good” or “bad”—especially in a world filled with complicated choices and pitfalls and booby traps and bad advice. Fortunately, many smart philosophers have been pondering this conundrum for millennia and they have guidance for us. With bright wit and deep insight, How to Be Perfect explains concepts like deontology, utilitarianism, existentialism, ubuntu, and more so we can sound cool at parties and become better people.

Okay, that's a ton of books, but I have about fifty-ish that I own and haven't read yet. Because I have a problem...

Also -- the sequel to House on the Cerulean Sea and of course Gail Simone's run on Uncanny X-Men.

[specialagentlokitty]

John x reader - do I make you nervous?

A/N: so I decided on John for this fic because there’s not enough of my little hedgehog man!💜

Slamming the door to your car, you walked over to the crime scene only to be stopped by your least favourite detective who held his hand up, stopping you in your tracks.

“Absolutely not, not dressed like that. Get away from my crime scene.”

Rolling your eyes, you leant back a little, crossing your arms over your chest as you titled your head up a little, keeping eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed Bitcherson?”

“It’s Anderson! Jesus Christ how can a police officer be so childish?” He hissed.

You smirked just a little.

“Uhm.. Lestrade… who’s that?” John asked softly.

Lestrade turned to where John was pointed and cursed under his breath.

“Sally get them away from each other!”

“Why, lest them put Anderson in his place, he’s hardly worth the air he breaths.” Sherlock said.

They all began to make their way over, hoping the scene wouldn’t escalate any further than it already was.

“Why call you that? You are the embodiment of a bitch, so I’m not really lying am I?”

“Get out of my crime scene.” He warned.

“Or what? What’re you gonna do? Lay a hand on me I dare you, I’m just itching to punch your stupid little face.”

Before Anderson could reply he was pulled away by Donovan, and Lestrade pushed you back a few steps by your shoulder.

“Come on, I was just play!” You smirked.

“No you weren’t, last you said that you sent him to the hospital!”

You shrugged a little.

“Not my fault he’s got a punchable face Greg.”

“(Y/N)!” Lestrade snapped.

You smirked and raised your hands as you took a few steps back towards the tape.

“Seriously, he looks like a rat. Sherlock back me up, doesn’t he look like a rat?”

“They’re right.” Sherlock nodded.

“Sherlock!” John scolded.

You laughed a little, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jeans as you rocked back and forth on your feet.

Humming a little you looked up at the street sign before pointing at it.

“Hey moron, what does that street sign say?” You called.

Anderson looked over at it.

“Oh no, you’re not.. you can’t be serious! Lestrade!”

Lestrade also look at the sign and so did John looked a little confused.

“I don’t understand, what’s wrong with this street?” He asked.

“(Y/N) and Anderson don’t work well together, so since (Y/N) is a good detective.. though their methods are… questionable… they get point on anything they want on this part of the city.” Lestrade sighed.

You turned to John, a little smirk on your face as you offered him a knock bow before holding your hand out.

“Detective inspector (Y/N) (L/N), pleasure to meet you.”

“Uhm.. j..John Watson…”

He nervously shook your hand and you smiled a little at him before you pulled your hand away from him and held your hand in the air, gesturing for a small group of officers behind you to move forward.

“Lestrade get the rat and his girlfriend out of my crime scene thanks.”

You heard the two protesting but they couldn’t argue and they just stormed away.

“So does this mean case over?” John asked.

“No, (Y/N) couldn’t care less we’re here. Actually they involve me in all of their cases, keeps me busy and gives them time to get on everyone’s nerves.”

“Yup!” You grinned.

Sherlock went back to what he was doing and you waited for him to finish before you began working on the investigation.

John wasn’t sure what to do, so he just stood back and out of the way, slightly scared of you.

After the first meeting he saw you a lot, and he realised how different you really were compared to everyone.

Even after knowing you for a few months he was still scared of you, and it was something everyone could easily pick up on.

While they were at the station talking to Lestrade John watched as you walked past, swinging something between your fingers.

“Hey Watson.”

“Oh.. Uhm.. hi…” he mumbled nervously.

Donovan smirked at that and walked over, standing next to him.

“You’re really scared of them? You, the big, bad soldier?”

“What? No!”

“Oh you so are, you’re really scared of them!” Donovan laughed.

She began to make fun of John for being scared of you. Saying how he shouldn’t be scared since he was a soldier and had faced much worth.

Anderson started to join in and Sherlock looked over.

“Oh shut up you two.” Sherlock snapped.

“Or what freak? What’ll you do?” Donovan said.

“Guys enough!”

Everyone started bickered and you walked over, standing next to john as you carried on twirling whatever it was you had in your hands.

He looked at you then at what you were messing with and it clicked.

“Is that a knife?!” He shouted.

“Pocket knife, for cases and emergencies.”

You turned to the other bickering.

“Oi idiots.”

They all stopped.

“Who the hell keeps giving them the knife back?!” Donovan yelled.

You smirked and took a daring step forward and Lestrade quickly stepped in front of you, but you didn’t even look at him, your eyes were glued to Donovan and Anderson.

“How have you not been fired your unstable freak?!”Anderson yelled.

“Because I’m hot obviously. Now, what were you lot saying about Watson? Huh?”

The two shared a look and you narrowed your eyes.

“You think it’s funny to mock a soldier? A man who risked his life of this people? Huh? You think that’s funny? C’mere and let’s see how funny it is.”

Anderson scoffed.

“You won’t do anything. Especially not here, especially not with that.”

“Wanna find out?”

Anderson quickly hid behind Donovan and you laughed loudly, step away from Lestrade and he held his hand out to you so you handed over the little knife.

He put it in his pocket.

“We’re talking about this, my office in an hour.” He said sternly.

“Bitch you’re not my boss.”

“(Y/N)!”

You raised your hands and backed away with a smile on your face and turned to John who was grinning a little.

“You’re the embodiment of trouble (Y/N) they’re going to fire you one day.” Sherlock said.

“Would they Sherlock? Would they really? Lestrade is my handler and I’m yours so in a way they really can’t otherwise nothing would get done here.”

“That’s true.” He shrugged.

He went back to finish his conversation and you turned back to John.

“Did they bother you? I can punch Anderson if you want?”

“By the looks of it you don’t need a reason to punch him.” John chuckled.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

You spun around and started to walk away and John realised where you were going.

“(Y/N) don’t!” He yelled.

Lestrade whipped his head up and watched as you jumped over a desk, tapping Anderson on shoulder, you waited for him to turn around before taking a swing.

You hit him in the face, watching as he went stumbling to the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Lestrade yelled.

He went to run after you but you easily dodged him.

“Fuck around and find out bitch! Don’t fuck with soldiers!” You yelled.

You grabbed your jacket and bag and walked back over to John, patting him on the cheek.

“I’m not that scary.” You smirked.

With that you waltzed away and John just watched your form leave.

John didn’t see or hear anything about you for a few days until there was a knock on the flat door, and when he opened it you were stood there.

You had a split lip, the remains of a bloodied nose and a small cut on your cheek.

“Bloody hell what did you do?”

John took your arm and led you in, sitting you in his chair he went to grab everything he needed and brought it over.

He grabbed a table over and sat on it as he started to clean up your face.

“I had to have a meeting this morning about punching that idiot in the face.”

“And you punched yourself in the face?” He asked.

You laughed a little and shook your head, looking around the flat.

“(Y/N) keep your head still.”

John tried to carry on cleaning your wounds but you wouldn’t sit still, so he reached out and grasped your jaw between his fingers forcing you to look at him.

“No, he kept running his mouth, so I punched him. He punched me back. Jokes on him, he has a broken nose.”

“You can’t just go around punching people.” He sighed.

He cleaned the cut on your cheek and set everything down and looked at you.

Then he realised that he was still holding your jaw between his fingers and quickly let go.

“Do I scare you Watson?” You mused.

“N…no…”

He quickly got up and started to clean everything and you titled your head back to look at him as he tossed everything in the bin and put the small medical kit away.

“Are you sure?” You hummed.

“I.. i.. I’m sure…” he stuttered.

You stood up, and he walked over, quickly walking past you to stand in the doorway to the hallway and you looked at him.

He did anything to looked at you and you walked over, standing in front of him and he moved away pressing his back to the wall.

You placed your arm on the wall, resting your head on it as you smirked to yourself.

You loved pissing off Anderson sure.

But making John all flustered and Embarrassed? That was a whole fun new game for you.

You loved flirting with him, watching as he got all embarrassed and refused to look at you and stuttered, you found it cute.

“I don’t bite Watson.”

“Maybe not, but you punch, and apparently you’re willing to stab?”

“Nah that’s more for fun, but I do punch. But… I wouldn’t punch you.”

“Have you punched Sherlock?”

“Yeah, but it’s Sherlock. Everyone’s punched him at least once.”

John laughed and turned around, leaning against the wall as he looked at you, a shy smile on his face and you smiled back.

“Still scared of me?” You said softly.

“I.. I wasn’t scared of you…” he whispered.

“Then what are you?”

He shrugged a little and you walked over, placing your finger under his chin, you made him look at you and he swallowed nervously.

“Okay… maybe a little scared…” he whispered.

“Do I make you nervous John…?”

John nodded his head and you hummed, leaning in, you softly kissed his cheek and pulled away as the door opened and you looked at him.

“You’re cute John, if you want a different kind of kind then the boring bar or dinner dates let me know.”

You let him go and walked away, saying hit to Sherlock before you left the flat and John stood there for s minute before walking over to his chair and slowly sitting down.

“So they finally asked you out?” Sherlock said.

“W.. what…?”

“(Y/N) finally asked you out. What did you say?”

“I Uhm.. I didn’t have a chance to reply.”

“They slipped their number in your pocket, they’ve been hitting in your for weeks John seriously how did you not notice?”

“I.. what..?”

Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned to his friend.

“Seriously? Are you that blind you couldn’t tell they were hitting on you? Just agree to the date I know you want to.”

“I hardly know anything about them!”

“Isn’t that what dates are for? Getting to know people?”

John rolled his eyes this time.

“They said they punched you before.”

“They’re a little unhinged, absolutely unpredictable, everything about them and what they do and how they work is unorthodox. It’s what makes them so entertaining to work with, it’s never a straight line when you’re with them, they’ll leave you second guessing everything.”

John nodded along as Sherlock told him some more about you.

“Just call them already, I know you’re going to do it. May as well do it now.”

“I need to think about it.”

John got up and walked it his room, closing the door he rummaged through his pockets to find the little slip of paper that you slipped in there and he stared at your number.

You made him nervous, and in a way scared him, but yet when he looked at you he felt a rush of adrenaline go through his body, like he was about to risk his life for a stunt.

You were so different from all the people he had dated before, he was used to calm, predictable.

Maybe a new thing was good for him? Maybe that’s what he needed in his life?

Sure, he had Sherlock and that was an adventure enough, but John was just drawn to you.

He thought for a moment before nodding to himself.

He wanted something new, he wanted to experience something new, add a little bit of fun to his life and he felt like you could help him with that.

So he dialled your number and held the phone to his ear waiting anxiously as it rang

[wellesleybooks]

The National Book Award finalists have been announced.

2023 Longlist for the National Book Award for Fiction:

Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah, Chain-Gang All-Stars Pantheon Books / Penguin Random House

Aaliyah Bilal, Temple Folk Simon & Schuster

Eliot Duncan, Ponyboy W. W. Norton & Company

Paul Harding, This Other Eden W. W. Norton & Company

Tania James, Loot Knopf / Penguin Random House

Jayne Anne Phillips, Night Watch Knopf / Penguin Random House

Mona Susan Power, A Council of Dolls Mariner Books / HarperCollins Publishers

Hanna Pylväinen, The End of Drum-Time Henry Holt and Company / Macmillan Publishers

Justin Torres, Blackouts Farrar, Straus and Giroux / Macmillan Publishers

LaToya Watkins, Holler, Child Tiny Reparations Books / Penguin Random House

2023 Longlist for the National Book Award for Nonfiction:

Ned Blackhawk, The Rediscovery of America: Native Peoples and the Unmaking of U.S. History Yale University Press

Jonathan Eig, King: A Life Farrar, Straus and Giroux / Macmillan Publishers

Viet Thanh Nguyen, A Man of Two Faces: A Memoir, A History, A Memorial Grove Press / Grove Atlantic

Prudence Peiffer, The Slip: The New York City Street That Changed American Art Forever Harper / HarperCollins Publishers

Donovan X. Ramsey, When Crack Was King: A People’s History of a Misunderstood Era One World / Penguin Random House

Cristina Rivera Garza, Liliana’s Invincible Summer: A Sister’s Search for Justice Hogarth / Penguin Random House

Christina Sharpe, Ordinary Notes Farrar, Straus and Giroux / Macmillan Publishers

Raja Shehadeh, We Could Have Been Friends, My Father and I: A Palestinian Memoir Other Press

John Vaillant, Fire Weather: A True Story from a Hotter World Knopf / Penguin Random House

Kidada E. Williams, I Saw Death Coming: A History of Terror and Survival in the War Against Reconstruction Bloomsbury Publishing

2023 Longlist for the National Book Award for Poetry:

John Lee Clark, How to Communicate W. W. Norton & Company

Oliver de la Paz, The Diaspora Sonnets Liveright / W. W. Norton & Company

Annelyse Gelman, Vexations University of Chicago Press

José Olivarez, Promises of Gold Henry Holt and Company / Macmillan Publishers

Craig Santos Perez, from unincorporated territory [åmot] Omnidawn Publishing

Paisley Rekdal, West: A Translation Copper Canyon Press

Brandon Som, Tripas Georgia Review Books / University of Georgia Press

Charif Shanahan, Trace Evidence Tin House Books

Evie Shockley, suddenly we Wesleyan University Press Monica Youn, From From Graywolf Press

2023 Longlist for the National Book Award for Translated Literature:

Juan Cárdenas, The Devil of the Provinces Translated from the Spanish by Lizzie Davis Coffee House Press

Bora Chung, Cursed Bunny Translated from the Korean by Anton Hur Algonquin Books / Hachette Book Group

David Diop, Beyond the Door of No Return Translated from the French by Sam Taylor Farrar, Straus and Giroux / Macmillan Publishers

Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos Translated from the German by Michael Hofmann New Directions Publishing

Stênio Gardel, The Words That Remain Translated from the Portuguese by Bruna Dantas Lobato New Vessel Press

Khaled Khalifa, No One Prayed Over Their Graves Translated from the Arabic by Leri Price Farrar, Straus and Giroux / Macmillan Publishers

Fernanda Melchor, This Is Not Miami Translated from the Spanish by Sophie Hughes New Directions Publishing

Pilar Quintana, Abyss Translated from the Spanish by Lisa Dillman World Editions

Astrid Roemer, On a Woman’s Madness Translated from the Dutch by Lucy Scott Two Lines Press

Mohamed Mbougar Sarr, The Most Secret Memory of Men Translated from the French by Lara Vergnaud Other Press

2023 Longlist for the National Book Award for Young People’s Literature:

Erin Bow, Simon Sort of Says Disney-Hyperion Books / Disney Publishing Worldwide

Kenneth M. Cadow, Gather Candlewick Press

Alyson Derrick, Forget Me Not Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers / Simon & Schuster

Huda Fahmy, Huda F Cares? Dial Books for Young Readers / Penguin Random House

Vashti Harrison, Big Little, Brown Books for Young Readers / Hachette Book Group

Katherine Marsh, The Lost Year: A Survival Story of the Ukrainian Famine Roaring Brook Press / Macmillan Publishers

Dan Nott, Hidden Systems: Water, Electricity, the Internet, and the Secrets Behind the Systems We Use Every Day Random House Graphic / Penguin Random House

Dan Santat, A First Time for Everything First Second / Macmillan Publishers

Betty C. Tang, Parachute Kids Graphix / Scholastic, Inc.

Yohuru Williams and Michael G. Long, More Than a Dream: The Radical March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom Farrar, Straus and Giroux Books for Young Readers / Macmillan Publishers