Anything: BBC Sherlock X Reader

Panic Attack

Summary: Your best friends hadn't noticed your anxiety all day, but what happens when your enemies do?

Platonic!Marauders x reader, platonic!Lucius Malfoy x reader, platonic!Evan Rosier x reader, platonic!Rabastan Lestrange x reader

Implied Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, angst, please let me know if I missed anything

Themes: Fluff, some angst 

Disclaimer: I do not know if it is cannon that Lucius, Evan and Rabastan went to school with the marauders but I am using it in this fic. If you do not like Slytherins please do not read this fic.

Sorry it's short.

You had been on the edge of a panic attack all day. You weren't sure what happened but from the moment you woke up anxiety followed you like a dark cloud. Your friends had failed to notice but you didn't want to bother them.

You were in your last class of the day, Gryffindors and Slytherins. The inevitable panic attack was getting closer, fear rising in your chest making it hard to breathe. Your leg was bouncing under your desk and your hands were shaking and fiddling on your desk. But the friends that were surrounding you failed to notice anything was wrong.

But your laboured breathing and panicked eyes seemed to have caught the attention of a blonde haired boy and his friends. Lucius Malfoy caught your eye before nudging his friends. Evan Rosier and Rabastan Lestrange both looked over to you, sensing your panic from across the room.

This worried you more, afraid that they would call it out or bully you when the class ended. You glanced at James on your right, but like usual he was oblivious to everything around him other than Lily Evans who was in the seat in front of him. You then glanced at Remus to your left but he was too focused on taking notes and making Sirius pay attention to notice the desperate glance.You could feel the anxiety rise up your chest and wrap around your lungs and neck. Your breathing became quicker and tears threatened to fall down your face.

After what felt like an eternity, Professor Flitwick called class to an end and you grabbed your book bag and rushed out of class, not waiting for your friends or for any extra work to do over the weekend. You were so focused on breathing and not crying until you got to an empty bathroom that you didn't hear the quick footsteps behind you.

 A gentle hand grabbed your arm and pulled you sideways into the Prefects bathroom. You let out a small yelp of surprise. Warm, strong arms wrapped around you and you didn't have the energy to check who it was. The panic attack finally took over you. Your whole body was shaking and tears were running down your face. Muted voices whispered sweet comforts in your ear, hands rubbing your back and arms.

Once the panic started to die down, the voices became more clear.

"Shhh, it's alright, we've got you," Evan Rosier's voice came through first.

"Just breathe, it will stop soon," Lucius Malfoy's voice next.

"Easy, you're alright," Rabastan Lestrange's last.

Realising you were being comforted and held by three Slytherins you panicked again, pushing yourself out of the warm arms that turned out to be Lucius'.

"Easy now," Rabastan said.

"Are you alright?" Lucius asked.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, head still foggy and chest still tight.

"You had a panic attack you needed someone to help calm you down," Evan explained, voice gentle and worried.

Why would Slytherins be worried about a simple Gryffindor? Someone who was friends with the boys that pranked them endlessly?

The confusion shone out on your face and all three of them took notice.

"Just because you're a Gryffindor doesn't mean we can't help you," Lucius assured.

You only just took notice of your hands still shaking.

"Can we help?" Evan checked.

Anxiety covering any thoughts or worry you nodded. Warm arms embraced you again. The scent of cologne, pine trees and musk welcomed you as the three boys continued to whisper sweet comforts in your ear.

After you had calmed down, the boys asked if you wanted to go back to your friends, to which you shook your head, not ready to face them again just yet. So they took you to the Slytherin common room. 

Despite your worry they told you everything would be fine, and to your surprise they were right. As much as you had been coaxed to think Slytherins were mean and heartless, they all welcomed you with open arms and the three boys stayed by your side the whole time. While some Slytherins were bitter a Gryffindor was in their common room, they never outright bullied you or made fun of you and a lot gave you tips for anxiety and helped you calm down with horrible jokes and bad impressions. 

Tired

azriel (acotar) x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, depression

word count: 1809

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of your room and the sound of birds humming filled the room. Groggily, you opened your eyes, surveying the scene. The left side of your bed was cold and empty. Azriel must have had to head up to Windhaven earlier this morning.

Glancing to the window, you saw it was half way open. Azriel’s small gestures never failed to make you smile. He knew you loved the smell of the breeze and the fresh air. It was refreshing. A moment of peace.But recently, it got harder and harder to smile. You put on a front to alleviate suspicion. The last thing you wanted was the inner circle being worried about your problems while they were dealing with other threats.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you felt the cool breeze against them. You made your way to the bathroom, getting ready for the day. You splashed cold water onto your face to try and wake yourself up. You looked in the mirror and saw a stranger staring back. Your disgust and hatred surfaced as your grip tightened on the edge of the bathroom counter. Why were you feeling this way? You wished you could go back to normal, to the happy carefree person you were months ago. That person was nowhere to be seen and you were stuck like this, stuck in your head and your thoughts.

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Harleen’s Intern Part 1

“Ok y/n. You can do this. It’s no big deal, you’ve been trained for this. Plus you won’t be alone. Dr. Quinzel promised she’d be there the whole time. Breath.” You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’ve been giving yourself this pep talk all morning. Today was the day. The day you would finally get to work with the clown prince himself. You’d spent weeks preparing yourself, reading and re-reading the Joker’s case files. Last week Dr. Quinzel informed you that you were ready to sit in on a few of his sessions. You were incredibly nervous but also excited to finally be working with a client. You’d woken up early as a result of a sleepless night but you didn’t mind. You used the extra time to actually eat a decent breakfast and take an extra long shower. You had finished putting on your makeup and you were feeling confident. It was time to go and you were ready to take on the world. Or at the very least a very psychotic criminal. You arrived at Arkham earlier than usual. Dr. Quinzel was waiting for you behind her desk when you entered her office. “Hello y/n. You’re early.” She said with a smile. “I know. I’m nervous.” You replied with a nervous grin.  Dr. Quinzel stood up from her desk. “ That’s perfectly normal. To tell you the truth I was nervous my first time too.” She winked at you and headed for the door. You followed behind and felt your heart rate increase with every step you took. “Deep breaths y/n. Don’t let him know your nervous. He feeds on that.” Dr. Quinzel advised. You nodded your head and took a few deep breaths. Before you knew it the only thing that separated you from the clown prince was a door. Dr. Quinzel placed her hand on the door knob. “Are you ready?” She asked. You tried to control your breathing but you were failing.  "As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose.“ You gave a weak smile that Dr. Quinzel returned as she opened the door.

There he was a man with vibrant green hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He was already seated at the table wearing his straight jacket. There were two chairs positioned across from J where there would usually only be one. J never took his eyes off of you as you crossed the  room. As you sat down J smiled. “Well what do we have here?” You remained silent while Dr. Quinzel answered for you. “This is y/n, she’s going to be joining us for a few sessions.”  J tilted his head to one side. “How exciting.” He replied his smile growing wider. “How about we get started.” Dr. Quinzel said gaining your attention. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at J this whole time. Well that can’t be good. So much for not attracting unwanted attention to yourself. You quickly refocused your eyes on Dr. Quinzel. Prior to entering the session you had planned on asking your own questions as Dr. Quinzel had encouraged you to do. But somewhere along the way you lost your nerve. Instead you sat quietly as Dr. Quinzel asked J a series of questions. He answered some and ignored others. After ignoring several of her questions, Dr. Quinzel decided to address his silence. “Mister J you seem distracted, What’s running through your mind right now?” She asked leaning back in her chair. J continued to stare at you as he answered. “Well Doctor.” He grinned. “ I was just imaging how it would feel to be between y/n’s legs, hearing her moan my name, begging for more.” Your eyes shot up darting from J to Dr. Quinzel. She tries to quickly put a stop to the situation. “Mister J I-” she’s cut off by J’s maniacal laughter. His eye locked with yours as he spoke again. “Tell me y/n, would you like that?” Dr. Quinzel stood up. “Enough. We’re leaving. Y/n come with me.” She stayed surprisingly calm.  You on the other hand couldn’t be more flustered. What had she said? Don’t let him make you uncomfortable? Yeah about that. Your cheeks were bright red someone on Mars could tell you were uncomfortable. You got up and followed Dr. Quinzel, you heard J let out an angry growl and heard him yell before the door fell shut. “I want an answer doll!”

The walk back to Dr. Quinzel’s office was silent. Well that session definitely didn’t  go as planned. So much for all that confidence. Now you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to face him again. As you entered Dr. Quinzel’s office she gave you an apologetic look. “Y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t think something like that would happen.” You gave her a half smile. “It’s ok. You couldn’t have known.” she walked to her desk and sat down. “Please don’t let this deter you from sitting in on his sessions. Just come back tomorrow and show him it hasn’t affected you. Maybe you should go home early today and relax before tomorrow’s session.” You nodded thankful you were able to return home. “Ok. Yeah thanks I’ll um I’ll do that.” Showing him he had not affected you however, was going to be a challenge. You returned home and changed into some comfy clothes and lounged around a bit. You spread out on your couch lazily as you replayed the events of earlier over and over again in your head. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut into a world of dreams. ‘You were back in that small white room sitting across from J. You were alone with him. Where was Dr. Quinzel? “Answer me doll.” You heard J growl. Your eyes darted back to his figure sitting across from you. His arms free of his straight jacket. This isn’t right. J stood up from chair and circled around the table leering at you. What was his question? “Tsk tsk tsk. It’s a simple question. Yes or no princess?” You didn’t know what you should say. So you simply whispered “yes.” And prayed it was the right answer. J seemed pleased as a smile had formed on his lips. He held out his hand to you and you took it. You stood and walked towards him. J grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. “Say it doll. Say it.” He slid his hands downward gripping your ass tightly trailing light kisses down your neck and biting when he reached your collarbone. What did he want you say. Then it hit you. The question you never answered. You were just about to answer when you heard your phone go off. That’s strange, you shut your phone off when you’re at work’ You woke up still on your couch noticing your phone lit up on the coffee table. You had a message from your mom. ‘Hi sweetie!! I was just checking on you, I know today was your big day! How did it go?’ You had been asleep for a few hours and it took your eyes a few minutes to focus. You texted your mom back with a short and sweet message. 'It went great mom! Loved it!’ There was no need to worry her with what really happened you knew she would freak out. You were still pretty tired and it was late enough that you could justify going to bed early. You climbed into bed and spend the rest of the night in a dreamless stupor.

You returned to Arkham the next day and went straight to Dr. Quinzel’s office. She greeted you with a smile and seemed to be on her way out. “Hi y/n. We’re seeing Mister J a little early today, hopefully that’s not an inconvenience for you.” Your felt your stomach jump at his name and remembered the events from yesterday. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. “Dr. Quinzel, if you don’t mind i’d like to sit this one out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable going back in there just yet.” Dr. Quinzel gave you a sympathetic smile. “I understand, it’s ok.” She continued walking towards the door but turned around before exiting. “You know y/n, you can’t let him get to you. I understand if you need time but I would like you to continue coming to his sessions in the future.” You nodded a slight smile on your face and she walked out. You sat at Dr. Quinzel’s desk going over some case notes to keep yourself busy. You were surprised to see Dr. Quinzel return not 20 minutes later. You thought that was odd since mister J’s sessions usually lasted an hour. Whatever the reason she was back so soon, it couldn’t be good news. “Well you’re back early.” You said stating the obvious. Dr. Quinzel looked frustrated. “Mister J refused to talk about anything unless you were present.” She answers sounding a bit annoyed. You were stunned. Why would he want you there? “W-why would I need to be there?” You questioned a little hesitantly. Dr. Quinzel answered carefully. “Well, er, you see sweetie sometimes Mister J gets fixated on something. Or someone.” She paused for moment trying to find the right words. “When this happens.” She continued. “He begins to act out in order to get what he wants.”  Dr. Quinzel walked closer to her desk sitting on its edge. “I really hate to ask this of you, but it’s extremely important I get him to talk to me, will you please attend his next session?” You had a million questions running through your head but couldn’t find words to ask them. You nodded your head indicating that you would join Dr. Quinzel at the next session. She reached over and squeezed your arm a wide smile on her face. “Thank you so much y/n, I know this isn’t easy but I believe together we can help him.” She stood up getting ready to leave for another session. She was to the door when you finally found your voice. “Wait.” She turned back around. “Dr. Quinzel, why would he become.” You paused a moment and continued, using her words from earlier. “Fixated on me.” Dr. Quinzel shook her head. “I’m not sure y/n. But we have to do our best to get him unfixed. Otherwise…” She trailed off before speaking again. “Anyways don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll catch up with you later to discuss our next session with mister J.” She waved with a smile and shut the door behind her.  What the hell was happening. He was fixated on you. You had read his case notes, you knew it wasn’t unusual for him to become obsessed with things, or people. But you never thought you’d be one of those things. And being one of Mister J’s obsessions absolutely terrified you.

They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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tidal // steve rogers 🌊

↳ summary: tony doesn’t trust his kid and steve has to play mediator, although those duties don’t come without a reward

↳ relationship: dad’s best friend!steve rogers x stark!reader

↳ request: steve defending his soft girl when she starts crying when someone yelled at her…maybe she thanks him by putting her mouth to good use @donutloverxo + what about dad’sbestfriend!steve x reader?…I need me some Steve please!! (anon)

↳ word count: 5.4k (this has no business being this long)

↳ warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, some light fluff kinda

↳ author’s note: i do love a stark!reader so this was so much fun for me - enjoy my loves! x

The relationship that you have with your father is complicated. It reminds you acutely of the foamy sea that you used to tentatively wade in and simply stare at with a wide-eyed, childlike fascination when your parents took you to the Maldives or Seychelles or Ivory Coast, each summer a different place and a different tide. There’s a sense of predictability to it, a routine you have in a language that is understandable to nobody but the two of you. He pushes and you pull, coordinating your movements in a choreographed dance so as to safely row your canoe filled to the brim with trust and love through the rocky seas of life. 

He’s made a mark on you that will always be a permanent imprint on your soul much like the way that water stains the surface of the sand but it’s not as if you perceive that as something negative. You attribute the best parts of yourself to your mother and father and although their DNA isn’t housed inside your body, you’re more Tony’s child than he could have ever asked for. He hears so much of him in the tone of your voice and sees Pepper whenever you cross your arms over your chest and pin him with a look he knows too well - her influence is all over your mannerisms - and the both of them in the charming brightness of your smile when you let yourself laugh freely.

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Maze runner Reactions Badass Reader

Reader - A badass girl who can look after herself and doesn’t need anyone. Your skilled in combat and have exceptionally good reflex’s. You have spent about 3 months in the Maze and its your first time meeting actual people.

Glader’s Reactions

Gally: She can think what ever the shucking hell she likes but we have rules here and she will obey them just like everyone else. I don’t trust her, not a chance and i dont know if I believe this la la story about staying in the the maze for 3 months.

Newt: Well i honestly kinda like her..she’s very different from the rest of us kinda like Thomas but more mysterious and wild. I can see she’s quite hard to tame, she definitely doesn’t like being told what to do. Ha ha ha...we ultimately had to throw her in the Slammer for a month..but it was all worth it.

Minho: God that girl makes grievers easy to handle, it was bad enough when me and Ben had to drag her back into the glade by force. She kicked Ben right i the face and elbowed me to the ribs. I’m not gonna lie i like a challenge and I’m defiantly not backing down from this one. Neither is Gally.

Thomas: I really admire the girl..not that i want t be thrown in the slammer as well. But i just really like her drive and passion it makes her seem powerful, invincible almost. I wonder ho she lasted so long in the maze and if she’s willing to teach me. I don’t see her as the wild girl that she is, she just wants her freedom and wants to live by her own rules which is fair enough.

Chuck: I think Ably and Gally are a bit harsh on her. Sure she was very violent and quite aggressive but that’s cause Gally pushed her over the edge. I remember approaching her when she was in the slammer she was very kind to me, she had a soft voice and did not threaten me at all. She told me her stories about the outside world beyond the maze and the battles she fought with the Grievers. I really enjoy her company and I’m happy she’s not the psycho everyone sorta makes her out to be.

Alby: Where do I even start, she’s a lot to handle in more ways then one. I can’t let her out of my sight cause she will make a dash for the maze, she wont do the work I assign her and she wont obey pretty much any of our rules and there are only 3! I don’t now I still have hope for her but its running short, maybe she really does belong to the Maze. Or maybe I’m not looking at the bigger picture.

Frypan: Huh the only things that really seems to calm her down is my cook she loves the steaks i cook and always wants them. All the interactions I have had with her aren’t actually bad,she always thanks me for my efforts and acknowledges that she loves my food. One time she actually snuck into the homestead and helped me with the cooking and cleaning She really isn’t a bad sort. I think Ably and Gally need to just give the girls chance and loosen up, see the word through her perspective.

these porn ads really make my daily tumblr scrolls difficult & traumatizing asf

Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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my true love

saw this on tt and thought I'd share here cause it's sweet

hi el! what is dadsbestfriend!bucky is your boss at your new job? he openly praises, and you try to hide how much you like it, but he loves to make you squirm?

⟶ boss • dadsbestfriend!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || heavy praise kink, breeding kink, heavy & undefined age gap [reader is mid-20’s, bucky is late 30’s], talk of imposter syndrome [brief], sweet & fluffy bucky, bucky reassures reader, slight mocking & degradation, pet-name [gumdrop], unprotected sex, leather kink [brief], fingering, denied orgasm, ass-slapping/grabbing, bucky finishes in reader, cum-play — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || so i miss dadsbestfriend!bucky a lot

“Hey Bucky, I have the photocopy’s you made. Oh and I think Margaret said that your 3pm got moved to 4pm, but it’s just up the street at Bluefin.” You finally exhaled after plopping the sheets on Bucky’s desk.

He looked at you, chuckling as he pushes away from his desk and stood up.

“Hey, gumdrop?” He asked, a fluttery feeling in your chest as you hummed with eager eyes.

“How many times have I had to remind you that you’re not my secretary?” You dropped your head, you felt a little embarrassed, but you just loved being able to work with Bucky—even if it was for him.

“You’re my head of communications, yeah? That means I want you to focus on your job. You didn’t get all those degrees to run back and forth from the photocopier.”

His words made you feel...important. Effectively kicking your imposter syndrome out the door and filling you with confidence.

He lifted your chin with a gloved metal finger, “and you’re doin’ a fantastic job.”

You signed, smiling, “thanks Buck, I needed to hear that.”

He hummed in return, wrapping his arms around you before you were melting into his touch. Bucky smelled like clean linen, a hint of leather, and oak.

It made things feel alright.

“Anytime, gumdrop.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you’re growing apart no standing on your own.

The rest of the day seemed to go by both rather slowly but all too fast and the sun had began setting over the skyscrapers that was New York City.

“C’mere, gumdrop.” Bucky whispered, pulling you into his office as you squeaked and let out a laugh before you were pressed against his office door.

Fucking your boss was one thing, but fucking your boss who also happened to be your dad’s best friend? Well, that was part of the thrill.

“Ever since you came in my office this mornin’, I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ of takin’ you against these big windows,” he purrs in your ear before you feel a leather gloved crawl up your thigh and grip your ass.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He then asks, “I think you deserve too, you know that, gumdrop?”

That damn nickname sends another shiver rolling throughout your body.

“Really?” Your breath hiccups, stuttering and catching in your throat.

“Really, gumdrop. You’ve been workin’ so hard for me. ‘M really proud of you.” Your praise kink activates, a mewl falling from your lips.

“Now can you continue bein’ a good girl and go stand in front of the windows?” He asks and you nod your head, slowly moving your legs until you were stood looking over the city.

“Love when you wear dresses to work,” he hums, biting his lip as he flips it up and over your waist.

“Feel what you’ve done to me?” His hands are on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch—cock hard.

You let a moan slip, feeling your panties being moved to the side before a cool leather finger is sliding through your folds.

“Hmm, so this is what praise does to you, gumdrop.” He chuckles deeply as he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves and begins to toy with it.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, bet I could just,” his fingers are now inside of you, “slip right in.”

There was nothing to grip onto, just clean, smooth glass under your palms as Bucky slowly fucked you with gloves fingers.

“Mmm, not yet,” he removes his fingers, a whine passing through your chest at the orgasm denial.

“Oh hush, you’re ‘bout to get my cock, gumdrop,” he smacks your ass lightly, a shock running through you before you’re being stretched by him.

He fits so nicely, snug and tight as you squeeze him and keep him warm.

Bucky grunts, wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady as his hips gyrate against yours.

“That’s a good girl, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. And right here, in my office,” he nips at your earlobe as his voice rumbles.

“Such a good, but filthy girl,” he snaps harshly with his hips and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep standing before your knees go out from pleasure.

“Bucky,” you moan, gripping onto his biceps as you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, gumdrop, I know. You can cum, you don’t have to hold back for me.” He whispers gently, finding your clit again which throws you over the edge.

You’re waiting for Bucky to finish inside of you, filling you up and suddenly you’re craving it.

“C’mon Buck,” you’re breathless, “fill me up.”

It’s all it takes before he’s stuttering and grunting as he spills inside of you.

He’s panting, catching his breath before slowly slipping out of you and making sure to snap your panties back into place.

“There we go, wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste,” he smirks, already feeling your panties dampen with his leaking cum.

It’s a good day at the office when you get to fuck your boss.