Evolution of the precious Steve Rogers❤️

Imagine Tony Stark snapping at you.

Gif Credit: Tony

So sad...

Jason Bull x Reader: You’re Going To Be Okay

Request: This is for @novoagonzalezana “If you know Bull (cbs), ¿can you make a story where the reader, a member of the team, is in an abusive relationship and Bull, along with the rest of the team, discover it, please? Sorry if my english is wrong.”

A/N: I only really put Bull in the fic because I felt like it was such a touchy subject, and that the intimacy of the moment should be shared between two individuals, I feel like it build character. If anyone is suffering Domestic Abuse here is a hotline number to talk to someone 1-800-799-7233…But ANNNYWAAAYS ThaNKs SOoOoo MUch FoR MY FriST rEQUesT Fic!!!!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope this is what you were looking for!!!:)<3<3<3<3(AND PLEASE, TO ANYONE SEND IN REQUESTS, PLEASE!!!)P.S. I<3FeedBack.

Fandom: Bull

Characters:Jason Bull, Danny James, Mason(Dick Boyfriend)

Warnings: Angst with happy endings, Domestic Abuse

Word Count: 737

Pulling the sleeve of your turtle neck sweater down further on your arms, you sigh. You hated when you had to hide the bruise the plagued your body. But it was your fault that your boyfriend hit you(That’s what you told yourself at least). You’ve been spending too much time at work and he thought you were cheating. Mason accused you of sleeping with Bull, your colleague and friend. You weren’t that type of person though. Sure, you had felt something towards Bull, but you never dared to think about pursuing anything.

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Amnesia

Title: Amnesia Part One [Doctor Strange x Reader]

Summary: You know little about your condition and the strange relentless man that insists you know him.

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You awoke abruptly, eyes snapping open, wide and unseeing. Inhaling large gulps of air, you violently fling the woolen blanket that had been clinging to your sweat clad body to the other side of the room.

As you attempted to focus on your surroundings, bright florescent lights assaulted your vision, the smell of mild disinfectants filling your nostrils and invading your lungs. You could hear a machine beeping beside you and felt a startling awareness of your veins in your right arm. They were cold, achingly so, and almost as annoying as the heaviness you felt on your left leg.

You peered down, vision still unfocused, and found yourself surprised by the hazy outline of a man resting on your thigh. He laid peaceful, undisturbed, despite your sudden outburst and violent throw of your blanket. While many of his features remained unclear and slightly lumpy, you could see his full, slightly raised, bruising lips part gently every time he took a shallow breath. He kept his arms tucked underneath his chest, his head positioned facing your torso.

You could feel your facial features pulling into an incredulous expression. Did you know this man? You had to if he was here visiting you in what you deduced to be a hospital room.

It’s logical that hospital officials would only let in those close to you, and yet here was a man you had no recollection of, enveloped in a ridiculous red cloak, cluttered in black and blue marks invading your space.

There was no way you could be associated with this man.

And if you were, the dull ache in the back of your head didn’t want to determine it, for when you attempt to reach for any vague memory of a male matching his basic silhouette, your brain seems to induce sharp pains to punish you for it.

You gently slump against the hard, cool mattress, and let awareness overtake your senses as you attempted to focus. Slowly, you turn your head to gaze out the window.

The sky’s dim, dull blues and vibrant streaks of pink and purple instantly inform you that dusk was fast approaching. You took notice of the frost accumulating in the corners of the glass and the Christmas lights blinking from buildings in the distance.

You frowned, immediately feeling more perplexed and disoriented. You faintly remember that it was early autumn in New York, not yet a cold frosty winter.

Pained and confused, you gradually focused your attention back to the strange man lying on you and immediately became startled.

His eyes, open and alert, steely gray reflecting shades of blue, were astonishingly clear to you even with the hindrance of your blurred vision. His penetrating stare seemed to look directly into your being.

His visual probing seemed all too familiar, and yet you still couldn’t place an identity to the man before you.

You both sit in strained silence, unsure of what to say or do. A few minutes go by, and you finally become annoyed by his staring, and when it becomes clear he won’t make the first move you decide to try and speak.

Your lips shake with strain, and your throat actively protests your attempts to speak by coating your neck with intense spasms of pain. His eyes never waver from your face, his eyes only brightening. He does not attempt to stop you from speaking but waits anxiously instead.

It was a tense few moments before you finally got out your question.

“…Who are you?”

It falls silent immediately after the sound of your hoarse, raspy voice finishes resonating throughout the room. It’s sound making you feel so embarrassed, that you physically cringe.

When you peeked your eyes open to meet his, nothing could have prepared for the ache that suddenly took over your heart. His face had contorted with hurt and disbelief, his eyes clouding over with despair and love.

Never have you seen such a broken hearted expression, and never had you felt so confused.

Restless

Title: Restless [Stephen Strange x Reader]

Summary: In which violent sleeping habits were discovered. 

Stephen learned several new things about you the first night you shared a bed together.

He initially discovered that once your head hit the pillow your mind closed itself for the night, even if you had just been wide awake partaking in ridiculously animated discussions mere moments before.

Having been disturbed by the immediate silence that engulfed the room as soon as you had settled and completely stilled beneath the covers, he slowly reached over and placed two trembling fingers on your neck to confirm that you still had a pulse.

However, as soon as his fingers made contact with your neck, he discovered you slept with frightening warrior like reflexes. The kick to the balls that you had rewarded him with, due to the contact he made, held such force and precision that it knocked the air he had been inhaling out of him.

Pained and shocked, he retreated to the very edge of the bed and eyed you with exaggerated wariness. He even stacked a pile of pillows down the middle of the bed in a pathetic attempt to create a barrier.

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Independent: Bull

Reblog this if you are and independent rp blog for the Bull and I will add you to this list! Even if you are an original character, cis-bend of a multi muse!

Protective; Sherlock X Sister!Reader

Requested by Anon: One-Shot in which Sherlock has a sister for whom he loves and cares about more than he does for anyone else… Thanks! :)

Sorry for the wait!!

Sherlock walked down the street of London in a brighter mood than usual. With flowers in his hand and a new case to discuss he briskly headed over to his sisters flat, hoping she would provide some insight.

He reached the door and raised his hand to knock but you opened the door before he could. You were surprised at Sherlock’s sudden visit and stopped suddenly, Dennis bumping into the back of you. “Oh Sherlock!” you said in surprise.

Sherlock automatically made eye contact with Dennis, sending him a dead glare. You looked between the two men to see Dennis staring at the flowers in Sherlock’s hand. “Uh-oh,” you thought. “Sherlock, this is my boyfriend… Dennis. Dennis this is my brother Sherlock,” you told them.

A flash of relief swept over Dennis face and was quickly replaced by a happy smile as he extended his hand to greet Sherlock. Sherlock on the other hand didn’t removed his glare from Dennis which seemed to increase in intensity after you said he was your boyfriend.

“Sherlock why don’t you come inside?” you offered. Sherlock swept into your flat, never looking away from Dennis. The awkwardness seemed to radiate and the flat was filled with an uncomfortable silence. “Ummm… Sherlock, would you like some tea?” you asked.

“It’d be lovely,” he said, still staring at Dennis.

“Okay…” you said shortly and retreated into your kitchen leaving Sherlock and Dennis alone.

“So your Y/N’s brother?” he asked.

“That I am,” he said simply. Dennis re-extended his hand to try to make peace with Sherlock who placed the flowers carefully on your table. “Being Y/N’s brother I think it is only far for me to say that I’m not taking quite a liking to you. I find myself rather protective of her and trust me… Was it Dennis?… I can make your death look like an accident. Do not, under any circumstances, hurt my sister. I will find you.”

Dennis was taken aback by this but wasn’t going to be scared away so easily. “Look… Was it Sherlock?… I really like Y/N and I’m not going to be frightened so easily. The thought of doing something to hurt her had never crossed my mind and it never shall. Y/N is the best thing in my life right now and I’m not going to be scared off by her sociopathic brother.”

Sherlock widened his eyes at Dennis’ retort. “None of Y/N’s other boyfriends had lasted till the end of Sherlock’s speech, let alone not back down after,” Sherlock said, a smile gracing the detective’s face. “Maybe you’re the right man for Y/N,” he told Dennis, extending his hand.

Dennis smiled at the gesture and gladly took it. You walked back into the room to see the two boys getting along great. “Did something happen while I was in the other room?” you asked.

The two both looked up and you and back at each other. “No, of course not Y/N,” Sherlock said before returning to his conversation.

Pawn; Mycroft x Reader

Requested by sirlsplayland: Could you do a One shot where Mycroft’s girlfriend gets injured while protecting him and almost dies in the process, makes him think about their relationship and how he couldn’t live without her.

Hope this one was long enough!

You and Mycroft walked down the street hand in hand together exploring the London night. “I had a really good time tonight Mycroft,” you said smiling up at him.

A rare smirk appeared on the Ice Man’s face. “I’m glad that you could join me. I don’t usually have a night off like this,” he told you just as his phone buzzed. “Sorry,” he commented, pulling out the phone to be greeting with a pretty troubling text.

Emergency. Meet me at the theatre.

-SH

“What’s wrong?” you asked reading his concerned facial expression.

“I, uh… it appears I’m needed elsewhere. I… I have to go,” Mycroft articulated frantically before giving you a quick kiss and running off.

You stood on the sidewalk still in a daze at where Mycroft could’ve ran off to. Leaving in the middle of a date was normal for the British Government to have to take off but not usually so frenziedly. “I’m going to do something stupid aren’t I?” you thought to yourself before following Mycroft.

Eventually Mycroft arrived at the theatre with you discreetly succeeding behind him. The theatre was empty and the lights were only half lit creating a very menacing atmosphere. “Sherlock?” he called.

“Why the hell would Sherlock tell him to meet him here?” you contemplated.

“Mycroft Holmes,” an Irish man spoke from off stage. “I’m surprised you came.”

“Where’s Sherlock?” Mycroft demanded.

“I assume home at Baker Street. You’re guess is as good as mine,” Jim Moriarty said finally stepping out into the light.

“Why did you call me here?”

“For the game obviously. The game is afoot? Is that what Sherlock likes to say?”

“I’m not playing your childish game,” Mycroft stated.

“Come on Mr. Holmes, you’re the clever one,” Moriarty sung. “You’re simply a pawn. I warned Sherlock and he didn’t listen.” Mycroft’s face fell realizing what Moriarty’s intention was. “I will burn him. You’re a major part of that Mycroft,” he finished before a single red dot appeared on Mycroft’s chest.

Your adrenaline kicked in and everything seemed to move in slow motion. You bolted up and ran down the aisle at your boyfriend Mycroft. Once you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out of the way time caught up with you.

“Y/N,” Mycroft mumbled realizing what you had just done.

“That works too,” Moriarty said before he walked out of the theatre.

Mycroft quickly flipped you off of him and checked you over before seeing blood start to spill out of your chest. He rapidly pulled out his phone and called the paramedics listening to every word the operator told him. “Y/N please stay with me,” Mycroft begged as he applied pressure to you shoulder.

“Mycroft,” was all you said before everything faded to black

Mycroft paced your hospital room still waiting for you to wake up from your anesthesia. You had gotten out of surgery a couple of hours but the doctor was still very concerned about your condition.

He stopped pacing to look at your seemingly peaceful form even though you were currently battling for life or death. Mycroft sat down at your side again trying to calm himself down. His hand reached out for yours.

His thoughts started racing about what he would do if you didn’t pull out of this. Mycroft thought of his empty house seeming only emptier with his heart soon to follow. Why couldn’t he have showed how much you meant to him earlier?

Another nameless nurse came in to check on your vitals and add some more painkiller to your IV. “When do you think she’ll wake up?” Mycroft asked.

“It’s probably going to be another couple of hours. She’s under quite a lot of anesthesia.”

“Alright thank you,” Mycroft said as she left the room. He grabbed his coat and kissed you one last time before heading out of the hospital.

“How about this one?” the jeweler asked Mycroft holding up a magnificent ring.

Mycroft took the ring from his hand and looked down at it. “I think this one will be perfect.”

When You Miss the Elevator

Team Farang Invades the EM District, Bangkok by teamfarang

Gifs by live-freerun-wild

Like Assassins Creed

It’s National Awwww Day!

Also known as National Puppy Day. These outtakes from our recent shoot with Watson and some golden retriever pups are just too cute not to share.

Wearing this today for reasons.

Undercover-6

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“Tim…Tim…” He was gone, I laid my phone on the counter, and rubbed my temples. Gibbs hand settled on my shoulder, I turned to look at him. “He knows I’m still in DC.”

“And?”

“He knows that the group that I had been doing missionary work for in Africa has never heard of me. The call was dropped before I could say anything else. I guess I’ll worry about it when I have to.”

He withdrew his hand, walking over to the coffee maker. “Go take your shower, I’ll make breakfast.” I left the kitchen, heading towards the master bathroom, trying to come up with a plan to deal with my brother.

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Undercover-7

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Sliding the flash drive into the secret compartment in my purse, I sat down at my desk. I dialed Fornell’s number, waiting for an answer, it went straight to voicemail. “Hey dad, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight. The pictures from the wedding are back. Talk to you later, love you.”

Ending the call, I dropped my phone back into my purse, I still had a hour left at work. Pulling up the document on my computer, I began to translate it, I had to keep up appearances.

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Undercover-8

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AN: Sorry it took a couple of days for an update, I had to work. Good news, I’m off for the next three nights.

I dug into my purse, finding the thumb drive, pulling it out. walking over to the bluetooth speakers, I turned them on, the kitchen filled with the sounds of Elvis Presley. The two older men smirked, I smiled at them, walking close.

“Sherry Klein, is definitely involved, I’m not sure about her husband, but he did catch me in her office. I was done, getting these files…”

Fornell looked at my jaw.  “What happened here?” His hand gently brushed along the bruise. I could see a predatory look appear in Gibbs’ eyes, at the other man’s touch.

“She entered the house, with an  unknown assailant inside, without backup!” 

“You know better Agent McGee!”

I let out a disgusted huff. “What was I suppose to do, call in the FBI or maybe the NCIS agents? I got a good hit on her…”

“You should have sat in your car when you saw the door open, and called your husband.” Gibbs growled.

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