Harleen’s Intern Part 1

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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behind enemy lines - k. brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader.

genre/warning: just fluff!

words: 1.3k.

summary: in which to anyone else, you are supposed to be enemies. however, behind closed doors, it is with you that he feels the safest.

“Fraternizing with the enemy, Brekker?” Per Haskell’s voice ran through the office as he stared down at Kaz. Somehow word had gotten out about the little visit he had paid you, and if there was one thing that moved quickly through Ketterdam, it was rumors. Well, that and stray bullets.

To be honest, Kaz hadn’t exactly been trying to hide, and he didn’t feel like he owed anyone an explanation, especially Per Haskell. However, the old man liked to feel like he could still control Kaz and he figured he could grant him one lecture to make him feel better about himself. He knew there wouldn’t be consequences for him, anyway.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but want to laugh every time someone referred to you as the enemy, or a target, or -his personal favorite- dangerous. Don’t get him wrong, he was well aware of the fact that you were one of the deadliest criminals currently roaming the city, but you weren’t a lost cause. Not like he was, anyway.

He hated it when people compared you to him, you weren't unhinged, you weren’t evil, you were just… self-serving. Yeah, he decided, that was the best way to describe you. You didn’t really follow a moral code, you just did what benefited you the most, and while sometimes you had to do things that most people would consider amoral, no one could blame you for trying to make a living in the hell hole that was Ketterdam.

“I wouldn’t call it fraternizing, I was just conversing.” he wasn't. He was definitely not just conversing.

“I don’t give a shit what you were doing, I want the threat gone.” Kaz almost snorted at that.

Sure, you could kill a man in less than five seconds using no more than just your bare hands, but he wouldn’t consider you a threat, not to his gang anyway. You were more of an annoyance, a rock stuck in one’s shoe that you couldn’t really shake and remained there the whole time you walked, but never a threat. You actually were the person he felt the safest around, and while that did make you a threat, it didn’t make you the kind of threat everyone thought you were.

Kaz didn’t say all this, for obvious reasons, and instead settled for a simple: “Of course, sir.”

The old man waves a hand at that, and Kaz took it as a sign of dismissal. Without wasting a single second, Kaz was out of there as quickly as his leg allowed him to, and as he slammed the door, he used a bit more force than he usually would.

The only person who had noticed he wasn’t spending as much time in his office anymore was Inej, and if anyone else had, they didn’t dare ask him why.

It hadn’t been that difficult to convince him to stay with you, the office held nothing but bad memories and it was rarely quiet. Kaz used to think he liked the noise, he liked hearing the screaming from downstairs and feeling like the city never slept, he thought it granted him a sense of comfort - until he met you. With you, he realized he didn’t need outside noise to distract him from the mess inside his head, he just needed your laugh and a smart comment that forced him to suppress a smile of his own right after. He didn’t need to keep up an act to make him feel like he was in control, he could let his guard down and he could share the control of the situation, knowing you wouldn’t take advantage of his vulnerability.

Most importantly, he felt like he could actually be himself around you, never on edge and actually relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever.

He quickly came to realize he didn’t just like your apartment because of its location, it’s height or it’s view, he didn’t care about the building or where it was located, he liked it because he liked you, and he was sure any room you set foot in would immediately become his favorite room in the city.

As he stepped into the apartment, he couldn’t smell the scent of freshly baked cookies, he couldn’t hear the sound of music coming from any room, and he couldn’t find you reading on the couch like he had heard most people found their significant others when they stepped into their homes. Instead, Kaz could see dirty knives on top of the kitchen table, previously blood stained clothes that had been recently washed hanging from the closest window, and an old ripped vest of his disregarded on top of the couch.

The only light shining on the apartment was the soft glow of the moon that painted shadows on the walls, and the only sound that resonated through the house were his own words once he spoke them. “Honey, I'm home.” His words were laced with sarcasm and they received no response from you. At this, he checked the main room and there he found you, asleep with one of his old shirts on, sleeping on his side of his bed like you always did when he hadn’t been home in a while. Looking at you, he couldn’t believe anyone would ever consider you a threat. The thought almost made him laugh: the most dangerous criminal in Ketterdam, wearing his shirt to bed and hugging his pillow.

He went to the closet first and opened the drawer in which you had told him to put his clothes, and changed into something more comfortable than his armor before slipping into the bed beside you, still keeping a distance.

You felt the bed sink beside you, and spoke to him without opening your eyes. “You’re late.” you said.

“Sorry ma’am.” he replied and you smiled, opening only one eye to take a look at his handsome face framed by messy hair.

“Was it the visit you paid me at work last week?” you said knowingly, he nodded. “I warned you.”

“Couldn’t help myself.” he shrugged. “Missed you too much.” you actually opened your eyes fully at the sound of that

“You big softie. What would the city say if they knew the bastard of the barrel had such a soft side?” you smiled.

“Thankfully, they won’t find out.” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Maybe I'll tell them.” you teased.

“I won’t let you.”

“You can’t beat me in a fight.” you challenged, knowing that would get a rise out of him.

“Wanna bet?” He raised his eyebrows, almost smiling at you.

“I would, but you have nothing to offer me, I already have all I want.” you shrugged, as if what you said carried no real meaning behind it, but he knew better.

“Now who’s the one going soft" he said, as one of the corners of his mouth quirked upwards.

“Oh, shut up.” you say with a smile, closing your eyes and missing his own smile just by a second.

Moments later, he felt your pinky finger wrap around his own. Kaz’s aversion to touch hadn’t completely healed, for it was not something that would just go away overnight, no matter how much you meant to him. You didn’t mind, and you both had come up with ways of feeling close to each other without actually having to show physical affection.

However, one thing he found he was okay with, was you hooking one of your fingers around one of his own. In his mind, it was a child-like action, it made him feel like a little boy again and he hated that he couldn’t do more, but you loved the little tradition you had created, and you planned to carry on doing it until he was ready for more, not caring when that would be.

You had time, and you had each other. Everything else could wait.

a/n: requests are open for any soc character (and some s&b characters)!

MAKING EXCEPTIONS| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Characters: Derek, Stiles, Isaac, Scott

Word count: 791 words

Warnings: none, just fluff

Gif: not mine, found on Google.

Summary: Scott and Isaac are confused by Y/n getting her first period since she started dating Derek, worrying that there may be something else wrong with her. Stiles and Derek help dismantle the situation.

“I mean you smell that too, right?” Scott asks stepping forward to sniff me. Isaac nods quickly pointing at Scott to show that he agrees.

“Oh yeah definitely. There’s a distinct smell of death.” He adds and I sigh looking between them.

“Boys. I’m fine. Really.” I retort stepping passed them only to be stopped by Isaac’s arm. He frowns, leaning in close just like Scott did before, worriedly looking towards him.

“Death and blood. Do you smell blood too?” He asks worried and I scrounge my nose at the pure thought of this situation.

“Did someone attack you that we didn’t know of?” Scott asks attempting to lift the sleeves of my shirt, but failing when I slap his hands away with my free arm.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Isaac chimes in reaching for my arms as well.

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Touch Starved

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Summary: It’s taken you a while to realise. But Sherlock Holmes is a very touch starved man.

Word Count: 800

Warnings: none, just fluff and soft Sherlock

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Sherlock and I think it’s about time I go back to my roots :)

You hadn’t noticed it before now.

You hadn’t noticed when his fingers would drag across your palm when you released his hand, almost as if he were hesitant to let you go. You hadn’t noticed when his hold on you tightened and your shirt bunched in his fists each time he had his arms around you. You hadn’t noticed when his eyes softened and slid shut when your hand fondly made its way through his hair.

But now, as you lay together in the quaint living room of 221B it was clear as day. You suddenly couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it before. Sherlock Holmes was touch starved.

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Jess Mariano x reader

Summary: R gets overwhelmed and goes to her favourite boy for comfort

Contents: fluff

Warnings: none

Jess was at the diner, doing his usual half argue half joke with Luke.

“It’s not my fault you’re clinically insane”

“Oh I’m the insane one? Really mr i sleep with banging music on at full blast every damn night”

Lorelei shared an amused look with Rory as they sat in the almost empty diner - just being inhabited with Bébete, Morey and Kirk.

Just as Jess was about to pipe in with another witty comment, the bell on the diner door started ringing. Jess was about to look over his shoulder when he felt a smaller body nuzzle into his side. Shocked, he moved abruptly and was about to shove whoever it was. A whine sounded out and he looked down and saw Y/N. She was clearly distressed, face scrunched up and arms wrapped around her own body tightly. Everybody else in the diner was in shock, waiting for Jess’ next move, including whichever townsfolk had walked in after Y/N had. Much to everyone’s - even Luke’s - surprise, Jess wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her bury into his chest without moving her arms from their tight position.

“What happened? Hm?” Jess spoke gently and quietly into her ear.

Another small whine came out of her mouth. Jess glanced over his shoulder to Luke before gently steering her to the stairs.

“C’mon,” he guided her up and into his bedroom (otherwise known as the left side of the open apartment) and stood with her in the middle of his section.

All she did was bury back into his chest, standing as close as possible without causing one of them to loose their balance.

“You wanna lay down?”

She nodded.

He gently led her to the bed and laid her down underneath the blanket, taking two extra pillows and slotting them behind her to help her feel comfortable. He pulled - with some struggle - the weighted blanket out from under his bed. He always kept it there ever since he first dealt with her feeling like this. He laid it atop her before laying on the other side of her. He didn’t get all the hoopla about weighted blankets or why she liked them so much, but she did and who was he to deprive her? He let her decide if she wanted cuddles and she made a prompt decision by whining the second he got in until he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her side/front against him while her back was against the pillow wall he built. Pushed against by pillows at her back whilst under a weighted blanket on a relatively cold day all the while behind held by Jess was quick to calm her down. That is before she had a thought she didn’t like and took a big, sudden, jarring breath in and sat up abruptly. Jess however was unfazed as he waited for the moment to pass before he eased her back down and traced circles on her forehead and wrapping one arm around her to keep her close while humming a tune to a song he couldn’t pin.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms as Jess traced circles on Y/N’s forehead for a significant chunk of time. Y/N couldn’t seem to get close enough to Jess, burying her head further into his chest every few minutes before finally calming down and settling in the nook she had made for herself out of his body.

Luke stayed downstairs the entire time, not having a great grasp on whatever was going on in the apartment above but knowing well enough to leave them alone until he knows for certain Jess calmed Y/N down. The entire town by that point was bubbling with gossip about what had happened mere moments ago, all huddled up in Luke’s diner as he rolled his eyes in the corner.

Intrusion - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Penny, Howard Wolowitz

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you do a Sheldon cooper imagine where the reader is like apart of the fbi(or cia smithing cool like that) and he texts her saying it’s an emergency and she thinks the worst so she like busts down the door with her gun up and the group is there just like ‘ what the heck’ and he’s like ‘you came’ and she like ‘yeah you said it was an emergency !?!?’”

Word Count: 594

Author: Hannah

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Don’t Be Shy (Felix x Reader) || Part 3

Warnings: None 

Word count: 3067

A/N: Wow ok this took me a long time to update. Better late than never I guess? Hope you enjoy!

Also posted on my A03

You had realised over the past week (over the seven days Felix had avoided you) that what you felt for Felix was stronger than just friendship.

Upon reflection, it had become clear that you’d had these feelings all along and simply chosen to ignore they were there, slowly growing stronger with every day that you and Felix spent together. 

It wasn’t hard to convince yourself that your heart fluttered for no particular reason when he smiled at you, or that the silent desire to impress him when you trained was out of competition and not because you secretly loved the way he looked at you with pride when you outmanoeuvred him. 

Or simply when he looked at you. 

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the nerve of them — poly!marauders

includes: angst ig? a huge fight, slapping, degradation, reader not being into it while the rest are clueless, leading up to smut, but obviously no smut.

An unwanted straggler with no home or a family.

A big mouthed child trapped in the body of a fucking oaf.

And a loner that clung onto a faux aura of mystery to hide how lonely he truly was.

These three were the people spewing insults at you all at once, degrading you to the point of no return. It was an enjoyable kink for the most part, but now your patience was wearing thin.

Who were they to call you such names? One look in the mirror should have granted them enough self awareness as to know who should stay silent and who should be the one in control.

Being in a relationship with the three of them was a dream, but it was quickly turned upside down in moments like these. Maybe it was because you had a shitty day, which was partially caused by your boyfriends. You started off the day like normal, heading off to breakfast with a cup of iced coffee in your hands.

Your peaceful walk to class was turned into a nightmare the second you felt someone pull up close to your ear and whisper, “are you really that much of a whore? Wearing these short skirts around and flaunting what is mine?”

The delivery was so sudden and harsh that not only did you spill your coffee all over your sweater, but you quickly turned around to almost spit in the face of the offender. It was Sirius. Of course it was Sirius. One of the harshest and horniest doms you had ever come in contact with. Angry to the point of seeing red, you snapped at him. “Get the fuck out of my face, what’s wrong with you?”

The asshole mistook your genuine anger as brattiness and soon ⅓ of his gang followed. Remus took in the scene before him and let out a sigh. His disappointment only sent you further down your road of rage, not understanding why he was sighing like a grandpa off his inhaler when he was clueless to the context of the situation. “What happened?” Remus asked Sirius. He completely ignored your presence making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents. “She’s being a brat Rem.” Sirius borderline whined as he said this, but of course Remus being the dick rider that he was, didn’t call him out on his bad behaviour.

Turning his glare onto you, he demanded you apologize at once. You tried letting your side of the story be heard. Sirius had snuck up on you, called you a whore and effectively ruined a perfectly good morning. There was no point in you trying to be “good” for them anymore seeing as they would go to the ends of the Earth to create problems where there weren’t any.

You had an ego that was not willing to be stomped on today for the sake of two arrogant boys with their heads stuck too far up their own asses to see sunlight. Instead of saying sorry, you splashed the remnants of your coffee all over Sirius’ white shirt. Drowning him in the brown coloured liquid, just like he did you.

The looks on their faces made you feel a lick of satisfaction. Remus had his eyes blown wide open, ready to fall out of his head. Sirius on the other hand was standing frozen with his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly used his fingers to wipe the drops of cold coffee that splashed onto his face and then his frighteningly cold gaze was turned onto you. Before he had the chance to say something you made your exit, turning on your heel and leaving where you came from. The boys made no move to follow and you were relieved.

Thankfully, your schedule for today was set up in a way that allowed you to spend more time away from them. This is what you needed, some peace and quiet. Of course you weren’t completely off the hook considering that you had your last class with James, who would by now know of the events that took place in the morning. It made you shake uneasily, knowing to expect some taunting remarks about your “bratty” behaviour.

That entire class was spent with James making you worry about the punishment they had in store for you later. He was mocking you, playing with your head and telling you just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into.

You steadily ignored him. Treating James’ consistent blabbering as white noise instead of something legible was the smartest move. The clock moved faster than you had wanted it to and soon you were being led up the boys dormitories by a grinning James. He found amusement in your plight.

As soon as you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Remus and Sirius laying on the shared bed in a nonchalant sort of matter. You knew they were playing it cool to make you nervous, but instead you felt rage.

Clearly very poorly concealed rage seeing as soon you were on sirius’ lap as he squished your cheeks together. The boy went straight to mocking you as finding no point in playing nice. You were to be punished, in his opinion. Not listened to, or understood. In this moment you were to be spanked and fucked until all coherent thoughts left your brain.

“You fucking slut, did you really think you would get away with all that?” he spat, eyes turning dark. He was a sight to see. All furrowed eyebrows and harsh lines. Lips turned down in a scowl as he regarded you with nothing but, what in your irate state was, hate. “Fuck you.” you spat back equally as harsh. Remus scoffed and James quirked an eyebrow at your tone. Sirius was fed up and you saw his hand raise to smack you, but you beat him to it. A hard slap was delivered straight to his cheek, stinging your palm.

There were three harsh intakes of breath from each respective boyfriend as your actions sunk in. Sirius’ head was snapped to the side at your display of aggression. Finally you were giving him the same medicine he often feeds you. The silence ended as you reiterated your previous statement. “I said Fuck you.”

“For someone who claims to be as smart as you do, you really are a lost little boy. What are you? Fucking stupid? Huh, Sirius? I’ve told you, the three of you actually, time and time again today that I am not in the mood. The fact that you daft whores still haven’t understood that yet is just...beyond me.

Spilling coffee all over me to degrading me instead of apologizing like a normal person would. This is what you’re “punishing” me for? Go fuck yourselves the lot of you.

If you’re going to insult me at least, attempt to sound mature about it. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of horny 12 year old boys who just learned how to curse. If you can’t fuck me nice, please try not to sound so ridiculous when you’re degrading me. God, can you ever do anything right? It’s embarrassing at this point.”

Your outburst was finished as the three of them stared at you in silence. Sirius was lightly clutching his slowly reddening cheek, serves him right, as your chest heaved. It was clear to them how much they fucked up. Communication being something that was basically non-existence during this entire ordeal up till now.

Before they could utter a rushed apology you packed your shit and left. They could chase you and beg if they really wanted your attention that bad. It never was your style to let stray dogs in just like that. You preferred to make them work for it.

Hi yes pls write the marauders taking care of a girl after she’s slipped into sub space I’ll give you all my money✨✨✨✨

“Hi, baby,” James murmurs, attempting desperately to meet your wandering gaze. 

“Hi.” You chirp fidgeting anxiously with the fingers in your lap, specifically Remus’ as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Was I good? Good for you?” 

“So good, angel. So good.” Sirius croons from behind you, pulling a pair of boxers over his hips as he saddles up behind you. “Took us so well, yeah?” 

You shake your head, releasing your hold on Remus’ appendage before your fingers travel up, tugging anxiously at your hair as a lethargic haze shrowds your line of vision and lulls you forward until you’re all but collapsing into James’ embrace. “Just a little toy...” You whisper in your inebriated state, malleable in James’ hold as he pulls you from the mattress. “Just a little plaything...” 

“No, you’re not, kitten. You’re so much more than that, hmm? You’re our darling y/n. Come back to us. Come back fo’ me.” James reminds you, Remus darting to the bathroom to draw a warm bath for your aching limbs. 

Languid tears dance on the precipice of your eyelids, and you fall forward, forehead smearing against James’ clavicle. “No ‘m not! Just a little cock slut. N-Nothing more...” You pause for a few seconds. “I did good, right? I did good, right daddy?” You turn your head to catch Sirius’ gaze. 

“‘M not daddy anymore, poppet. S’just me. S’just Sirius.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over the apple of your red-tainted cheeks, lips curling into a pout at your blissful nature. 

“Daddy..” You babble, watching as Remus returns from his trip to the bathroom to hook his hands under your armpits and pull you up into his embrace. “Mooonnyyyyyy.......” You sing with laughter, curling your arms around his neck as your head lolls against his muscled shoulder. 

Chuckles rumble from the base of your captor’s chest as he dips down, gently placing you in the porcelain basin and crouching down beside you. James enters right behind him, dipping down to sponge his lips across your brow. Warm water is still spilling from the faucet, splashing against your heated limbs and pulling feeble cries from your lips. 

“S’too much!” You sob out as the water laps at your overused cunt, and you’re bounding up on trembling legs, attempting (albeit not very well) to escape. 

“Shh...” Sirius soothes from behind you, hooking his forearms under your arms once again after he’s slipped off his boxers for the second time that night, and he’s stepping in after you, slipping under your body and seating you across his muscled thighs. 

“That’s a good girl..” James praises from his position at the side of the tub, cupping water in his large palm and pouring it over your perspiring hairline. Sirius smooths his own palms over the expanse of your thighs, careful to avoid your oversensitive bundle of nerves as he tries to pull you back to reality. 

Remus leaves quietly, only to return moments later with a warm cup of hot cocoa that he manages to coax past your swollen, parted lips. 

You’re still babbling incessantly about being the good girl you’ve aspired to be five minutes after, but the boys soothe your woes with gentle kisses along your hairline, and you grow accustomed to the warmth that sinks into your feeble bones. 

“Sirius?” You murmur after a few moments of silence, head dropping back so you can meet his gaze. You’re coming back, that much he can tell. 

“Yes, angel?” His voice is soft as to not disturb the air of bliss that has settled over the four of you. 

“Was I good?” 

“So good, darling.” Remus is the one who answers for his friend, massaging circles into the palm of your hand before he presses his lips against your knuckles. “Best I ever had.” 

He’s not lying. 

You nod, eyes slipping shut as the water begins to cool. Before Sirius can even attempt to get out, James realizes you’ve succumbed to your exhaustion (thankfully) and he bends down to pull you from the tub.

He wraps you up in the fluffiest towel he can find, bringing you back to their dormitory to then dress you up in some spare pieces of clothing he found in his trunk. 

They make sure you’re comfortable in Sirius’ bed as he slides in beside you, curling you into his chest as they all find their own mattress and fall asleep themselves. 

Don’t worry, they make sure to take turns with which bed you sleep in.

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