sir your eyes

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
little psychotic things

-ripping up your skin trying to get the bugs out

-heartbreaking hallucinations

-my best friend is staring at me smiling and they wont talk to me or move PLEASE MOVE PLEASE SAY SOMETHING OH GOD

-somethings behind me help

-constantly feeling like you’re being chased

-I Have Started Laughing And I Can’t Seem To Stop

-you thought you just had a lot of imaginary friends but they turn out to be advanced visual and auditory hallucinations

-when theyre tellin you to kill your friends and your just damn man im trying o take a nap chill

-resist the urge to rip out the strangers hair. its made of worms but you must resist

-thinking you did the thing you were supposed to do but actually youve been sitting motionless for a long time and you are now too exhausted to actually do the thing

-why does everyone have really big shoulders?

-sir your eye is changing color please look away

-Everyone Is Staring At Me I Must Run

-hearing the same god damn song all day but no ones playing it its just an auditory hallucination


-all these damn movies relying on the psycho killer trope ://


-There’s bark in my hair. My hair is full of bark

-being sexualized by the media???? what

-that one person you saw the other day had monster feet but shh its a secret

-this paper is breathing the trees not dead

41. “I fucking hate you, yet you can make my heart race like no one else.” Brad Simpson.

You stared out of the window of the current class you were in, hoping it would soon be over, so that you could go home and cuddle up under your covers with a cup of tea and Netflix playing. It had been a terrible day ever since you got out of bed this morning. You were ripped from your thoughts when the teacher called your name. 

“Miss Y/N! Are you still not listening?” He growled, crossing his arms over his chest. You sighed as you shook your head. 

“I’m sorry sir.” You said, keeping your eyes glued to the board behind him so that you didn’t have to focus on all the people silently laughing at you from behind. He shook his head. 

“Sorry is not going to cut it this time. Detention Miss Y/L/N.” He said staring at you with stone cold eyes. You sighed but took your defeat. But of course someone had to make it worse. 

“Oh, little miss perfect in detention? That’s going to be fun to see.” Someone snickered behind you, though you didn’t have to turn around to know who, his voice was carved into your brain. 

“Mr. Simpson! I will not tolerate any more disturbances in my class! You’ll get detention too! Are there anyone else who’d like to join them? No, good. Then listen.” He said as he rolled his eyes and turned around. 

After the class ended, you found yourself sitting at an empty desk in the detention room, just waiting for the time to pass, when Bradley stepped in, with his signature curls and smirk that seemed impossible to wipe off. You rolled your eyes as he sat down next to you and just stared at you. After a couple of minutes you couldn’t help it anymore. 

“For the love of god! Brad! Would you please stop staring at me?” You growled in frustration as you finally gave him the attention he wanted. With a small laugh, he shook his head. Feeling your anger rise, you asked him again. 

“No.” He simply answered, continuing the staring as you bit your lip trying not to punch him in the face. 

“Urgh! I fucking hate you!” You hissed as you got up and walked over to the window, staring at the rain that had started falling, making you even more depressed about the whole situation. 

“Is that so?” He whispered in your ear, placing his hand on your hip, rubbing small strokes up and down, somehow soothing you and making you angry at the same time. 

“Yes! I fucking hate you, yet you can make my heart race like no one else! How is that? How come that you’re so bloody frustrating, yet my heart beats an extra time every time you step into the room with your chestnut curls and your stupid brown eyes and that smirk that is as impossible to stop as the bloody rain outside!” You rambled, not noticing the smile still playing on his lips. 

“Your heart beats an extra time when you see me? Is that what you’re saying?” He asked, his hand still lingering on your hip. You rolled your eyes. 

“Yes! That is literally what I just said, Brad!” You yelled before realizing what you just confirmed. He just smiled as the hand that was lingering on your hip, grabbed you firmly and pulled you close to his chest, as he placed his lips softly on yours in a quick but confirming kiss. 

“It beats because you like me.” He answered cockily, earning another eye-roll from you. “And if your brain was too busy hating me, that kiss meant that I like you too.” He informed you. 

“Shut up, Simpson.” You said, leaning in for another. 

It Only Took You To See Me Nearly Die To Realize That

Fandom: Marvel → Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Plot: Requested: Anon: Can I have a Steve Rogers one shot where she’s an agent of shield assassin and she’s on a mission with the avengers. She and Steve fight a lot(actually have crushes) and one day he insults her really bad and she leaves. Then she fights along with the avengers in the battle of NY and gets badly hurt. Steve finds her unconscious and carries her to safety telling her how much he loves her and she hears him. She confronts him in the hospital and fluff? Thanks!

Changed it to battle of sokovia for the sake of timeline J hope it’s okay darling!

Warning: language, violence


“I have eyes on the target. I’m standing-by for the final green.”

“Stand-by agent. We have a problem here.”

“Standing-by sir.”

You moved your eyes from the target and looked at the city around you taking in the cold breeze of winter. Your intercom buzzed and your eyes went back to the scope.

“Final Green. You are go. Repeat, you are go for Final Green.”

Your finger pulled the trigger and started to quickly disassemble your sniper. Years of training and field trips made this process like a second nature. You were gone in a second and there was no trace of you left on that rooftop.

“Rendezvous point at 484 9th avenue.”

“Copy that.”

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lesbians holding hands with other lesbians is scientifically proven to be #theBest


WWE Imagine

Requested- Dean, fluff smut with a curvy Y/N. sweet love making.
Word count:1191
Warnings: Language, smut
Appearances: Dean x reader
Author’s Notes: Love, love, love this request. Thank you Annon!

“You ready babe?” Dean smiles at you, his hand finding yours, his fingers lacing around yours. “Yes Sir” You giggle, your eyes on the ground as you walk through the backstage area towards the carport. “Dean!” a woman’s voice calls from behind you, and you turn to see Sasha, she is still in ring gear, he flat stomach exposed and her breasts pushed up in a extremely tight crop top. You shrug at Dean when he looks down at you, “What’s up Banks?” Dean says, his tone friendly, but suspicious. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight?” She says pointedly, a slight infuses on the “you” making it clear you weren’t invited, your jaw drops a little, you cant believe she would be so rude, asking right in front of you. “No, I’m good, thanks though” Dean tightens is grip on your hand, and turns quickly, leaving the slightly floored Miss. Banks behind you, fuming.

“That was really fucking rude” you say, your voice small, You had always known that people didn’t understand your and Dean’s relationship, why would Dean Ambrose be in a long-standing relationship with a ‘Fat’ girl? You had heard the girls whispering in the locker room, and the rumours about him cheating, but you knew he wouldn’t ever. But sometimes even though you knew it wasn’t true, you had doubts about it. “I love you” you tested, looking over at him, he smiled back, unaware of your inner turmoil. “I love you too baby, and you’re right that was rather uncalled for” He says, his brows furrowing.

“Do you want to grab dinner?” He asks absentmindedly as you make the drive to the next town, “Sure” You smile over at him, the events of the night falling away as the road opens in front of you, you loved the traveling of the job, and loved that Dean had asked you to come with him. “What are you thinking baby?” Dean looks over at you quizzically, “Nothing really, just how amazing you are” You giggle, his answering smile making your heart constrict. “Right back at you Y/N” He says, his eyes on the road again.

“We are almost there” Dean’s soft voice wakes you, you open your eyes groggily, had you fallen asleep? “Have a good nap?” Dean’s question mirrors your thoughts. “I suppose” you sigh, stretching as much as you can in the small car space. “Well, someone isn’t going to get any sleep tonight” He says, his tone teasing, a hidden meaning behind them, you turn red, “Oh?” Your stomach clenches in anticipation. He looks over at you, his eyes alight with lust, “Oh is right” he purrs, his voice husky.

“Dean!” You giggle, as he rushes you through the doorway, quickly pulling his shirt over his head, and letting it fall to the floor. He walks closer to you, grabbing the hem of yours, starting to pull it up, his lips finding yours. “No, leave it on” you murmur quietly, not meeting his gaze. “Why? Hey Y/N look at me” He stops kissing you and pushes your chin up with his finger, forcing you too look him in they eye. “Why do you want to leave on baby?” He searches your face, recognition flashing across his face, followed by trepidation. “Y/N, you know I love you, and that I think you are the most beautiful, funny, smart, dorky, foolish, bravest, loveliest woman I have ever met. Not to mention troublesome.” He says, love and pride filling his voice. You look back at him. Allowing his feeling of love to flow over you. “I love you too Dean” You smile up at him. “Make love to me?” You ask quietly, your mouth finding his again. “Of course” His voice is soft.

You reach down and pull your shirt over your head, releasing it and letting it fall to the floor, Dean’s hands roaming your body, following around your back, unbuckling your bra, and pulling it around you and off your shoulders, it to falling to the floor. His tongue meets with yours and makes you moan softly. You reach down unbuckling his belt then his pants, pushing them down to the floor, where he kicks off both his boots and his jeans. You giggle as he almost falls, being caught off balance by the shoe as it gets stuck in the jeans. He grips your arm for balance, kicking it the rest of the way off. You balance him, then release, bending to take off your pants, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. Dean had seen you naked a million times, but you felt nervous tonight, was it Sasha’s comment? You steel yourself, refusing to let it hinder you, pulling your pants and panties down your legs, and kicking them to the side, looking back up at Dean. “God you are so gorgeous Y/N” He says, looking at you with such wonder, it fills you with joy.

“Oh Dean!” You moan as he pushes you back into the bed softly, his hands on either side of your head, and his mouth on your neck. “Dean please” You beg, a warm wanting pooling in your groin, “I know baby” Dean coos, his voice sugar in your ear, and he slides forward, his member pushing against your soaked opening, making you whine. “Oh” you cry as he pushes into you, gently pulling back, then pushing in again, his pace slow and steady. “God Y/N, you’re so perfect baby” He moans into your ear, his short hair falling into his face, cloaking his eyes. You wrap your arms around his, you fingers digging into his shoulders. “Harder Dean please, Harder” You beg, your body aching for release, his rhythm driving you crazy.

He pushes harder then, his hips meeting yours with a more frantic pace now, “Oh god Dean” You cry a series of profanity and his name, along with incoherent words, his cock pounding the perfect spot over and over. “Dean I’m going to cum!” You moan out loudly, your body buckling under him. “Me too baby!” He growls into your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he does. “Oh god!!!” You nearly scream “Dean!” the wave of pleasure that pulses through you makes you quake, and your toes curl, nails digging into his shoulder. “OH Y/N!” His voice is breathy and low in your ear, as he pours into you, panting. He rolls to the side, pulling out of you achingly slowly.

“Man, that was amazing Y/N” He grins, eyes shut. You smile, courage flooding over you. “Well then this should be perfect.” You giggle, straddling him, your mound pushing against his cock, making it grow hard once again. “Oh yes it should be” He smiles, his hands resting on your hips. “I’ve always loved your hips” he notes, squeezing lightly, making you smile. “Baby bearing hips” You giggle again, bouncing up and down on him.