fall all the way back

headcanon that bakugou gets a lil sleepy and his quirk doesn’t work as well (bc the water makes the sweat slide right off his hand) when it rains

same goes for snow, when it’s too cold, he doesn’t produce as much sweat and only lil smoke puffs come out

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write some more tony stark with peter parker and their father-son relationship? because i think it's so precious and i loved your story with peter getting drunk! maybe you could write something with peter being really, really sad and crying and desperately needing a hug and feeling like nobody cares about him and someow he finds his way over to tony. and before tony can even ask what's wrong peter just breaks down crying, so tony comforts him and hugs him maybe?

“Fuck.”


Everything was blurry. He felt wobbly on his legs; a little bit like he’d been concussed, except he knew there would be pain if he had. Physical pain, anyway. Or blood.

From behind him, people were laughing. It was loud and grated against his ears. He wanted to tell them to shut up; to scream at them, or hit them, but he knew he couldn’t. He was too strong. One punch might kill them, for all he knew.

He couldn’t do a damn thing.


“Fucking…fuck,”


More laughs. Someone shoved him in the shoulder, and he would’ve ducked out of the way, but it would’ve looked too fast to be normal, so he let them. 

“Awwww, guys, look at him, he’s going to cry!” Someone called out, and Peter looked down to the floor immediately, desperately fighting back the hotness behind his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- he wasn’t supposed to cry, he was bigger than that, he was a superhero for Christ’s sake, he could take a little teasing-

“Oh my God, look at him! He’s actually fucking crying!”


He wanted Ned. Or MJ. Where the hell were they- it was their spot in the school cafeteria, they were supposed to be here, he needed them to be here right now, everyone else was stood around him, crowding him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathe- he wanted at least one person on his side, Jesus-

“Aww, Peter,” came a soft voice to his right, so pretty and nice and exactly what Peter had loved listening to for such a long time now, “you really think I would actually have said yes? For like…serious?”

Someone shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, and Peter gritted his teeth, getting to his feet. He’d had enough of this, he needed to find…something, a toilet maybe, or an empty classroom-

Hands grabbed on to his jacket and shoved him back on to the seat again, and Peter physically fought back the urge to grab their wrist and force them off. He’d hurt them. He’d hurt them he’d hurt them he’d hurt them, he was too strong, he’d hurt them-

“You’re honestly one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen, Jesus, Parker,” someone else, a boy this time, leaned down and ruffled a rough hand through his hair. Everyone laughed again.


He was done.


Getting to his feet, he ignored the people who tried to push him back down again. Strength be fucking damned, he wasn’t going to spend another second in their company. He pushed at the nearest person he could reach, and then watched as they were yanked out of place and sent hurtling across the room, falling on to their back and rolling all the way across the cafeteria.


There was dead, stagnant silence.


Peter stared, horror-stricken. Oh…fucking Christ, what if he’d hurt him-

“What the shit?” The boy called out angrily, getting back to his feet and staring across the room with a look that could’ve curdled milk.

Right. Not that injured, then.

“What the fuck is your problem, Parker?” The boy snarled, beginning to step forward, and there was a crowd gathering now, obviously preparing for some sort of fight, and where the hell were all the teachers, shouldn’t they sort this shit out-

“FIGHT!” Someone called, breaking the silence, and then suddenly they were all yelling; chants and sneers, egging the other boy on as he took another step, vicious grin on his face.


Peter had to stop this. Immediately.

Turning on his heel, he did the only thing he could think of.


He ran. 


He ran and ran until he reached the main entrance, and then he kept running until the school was just a distant building amongst the many in Queens.

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The Encyclopedia (Destiel)

A little one shot I wrote… I hope you like it! Let me know if you do, and send me a prompt if you feel so inclined!


“This is a terrible idea, Sam,” Dean said, voice hushed and hurried so no one in the library would hear him. “I really can’t do this.”

“Dean, you’ve been staring at him for the past hour. Go talk to him!” Sam hissed, poking his brother with the spine of one of his books.

They were at the library, picking up books for one of Sam’s middle school classes. Dean had had to drive him to the library right after his football practice, so Dean was still in his letterman jacket, hair damp and eyes bright when he saw him. A boy, the boy, of Dean’s dreams, fantasies, and desires. He was a little smaller than Dean, with ruffled dark hair and those eyes, like every tear Dean had ever shed was crystallized in that hypnotizing blue. He was a fucking masterpiece, and while Dean was well versed in flirtation, he had no idea how to approach this stunning and slightly nerdy boy. He could flirt, yes, but he didn’t know how to flirt with someone in a sweater vest.

“How am I supposed to talk to him?” Dean peeked around the edge of the bookshelf to glance at the boy, who was carefully running a slim finger across the spines of the books on the shelf. Dean turned back to his brother, a look of unadulterated panic on his face. “He reads.

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rick grimes – digital painting

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Well, well, well… how curious… how very curious… Sorry, but what’s curious? I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother - why, its brother gave you that scar.

Big Bad Dean Winchester (Part 2)

Originally posted by castielamigos

Summary: Dean and the reader make it back to camp but things don’t settle down…

Big Bad Dean Winchester Masterlist

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, injury, horror themes

A/N: Dean is so grumpy…


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matt-in-the-hat  asked:

Internet friends definitely <3 and thanks in advance, you're awesome!

Haha, it’s fiiine, I mean I know that AU :P And thank you, you are awesome too!! 🙌

Ok so internet friends AU. They are both fans from a very obscure fandom and wanted to meet on a con for the first time. They never video chatted before but they have pics of each other and agreed to make matching cosplays. Since their fandom is so obscure, they should have no troubles finding each other~

The day before the con they are both extremely excited and tease each other relentlessly. But when night comes Lance messages him at 3am like “hey r u awake? I can’t sleep. I’m actually kinda nervous…” and Keith is right there with him. They talk and comfort each other until it’s like 5am and they both feel like they’re gonna fall asleep on the spot - and then Keith confesses. Lance too of course and they lose even more sleep :P

Then the con is finally there. Lance is hyper and running on 2 hours of sleep so when he sees someone that has a cosplay from the character Keith cosplays he just grabs them, turns them around and kisses them. It’s the wrong person and Lance is confused and embarrassed and lowkey wants to die rn?? He’s apologizing profusely but before he can make more of a fool out of himself someone else grabs his shoulders, turns him around and gives him an intense once-over. 

“Lance?”

Lance gulps and tries to squash the hope blooming in his chest. He has already embarrassed himself enough. “…Keith?”

The other guy’s eyes light up - holy shit that’s really Keith - and Lance has maybe half a second to process that thought before chapped lips press against his own. His mind is reeling; he is getting kissed by Keith. He finally found him. He found Keith.

Lance has just gotten his arms around Keith’s waist when Keith already pulls back. Their foreheads stay pressed together, gray-blue eyes piercing into his and Lance is vaguely aware that he’s grinning like a fool.

Keith’s eyes crinkle a little at the corners and Lance can make out the edge of a smirk on his face. “I can’t believe you told me you like me just to go make out with the first person you meet.”

An embarrassed squeak makes its way past Lance’s lips and he pulls away to flail his arms. “Okay, listen. You kept me up until 6am and even then I couldn’t sleep because I just couldn’t stop thinking about yo- I mean, because I was too excited thinking about all the merch I can spend my money on-”

Keith rolls his eyes and pulls him into another quick kiss. All fight leaves Lance and he blinks confusedly as Keith pats his shoulder. “You can make it up to me.”

“I- what?”

“It’s your fault and I’m not amused. But if you buy me lunch I’ll forgive you.”

“Dude, you were grinning, you totally were amused-” Lance held up his hand to keep Keith from interrupting him and shot him a smirk. “-buuuut I’m a gentleman so I know how fragile a maiden’s heart is. Fear not; I’ll take good care of you.”

Keith glared at him and turned on the spot, walking towards the first panel without any regard for Lance. In his haste to catch up with him, Lance almost tripped over his own feet.

“Call me that again and I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wait. We’re dating already?”

Modern AU for this. This prompt really spoke to me. 

After the third sneeze, Lance frowned, removing his reading glasses and glancing up at Keith with furrowed brows.

“Are you getting sick?” Lance asked gently, and Keith sighed, rubbing gingerly at his nose with one hand as he shouldered his backpack with his other.

“No,” he said despite the obvious rasp coloring his tone. He pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the headache blooming from his temples.

“Sure,” Lance said, drawing out the word. He got to his feet and approached Keith, and when Keith looked up, he pressed a palm to Keith’s forehead. “Well, you aren’t feverish,” he said absently as his eyes studied Keith’s pale face and sunken eyes.

Keith smacked the brunet’s hand away. “Because I’m fine,” he pressed, only to turn away seconds later to sneeze four times into the crook of his elbow.

Lance nodded with one eyebrow arched high. “Yeah, okay,” he said, voice light and teasing. “You should take some precautions, though,” he added, voice adopting a serious tone. “It’s pretty cold, so you may want another jacket. And, the forecast called for rain, so you’ll want an umbrella.”

Keith massaged his temples as Lance rattled on and on.

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UNBELIEVABLE | PART THREE

RACE X READER

[NEWSIES]

PREVIOUSLY: “‘Seeya tomorrow, partner.’ He grinned, walking away I took a few moments to compose myself before going to join Davey and Crutchie, all the while thinking if the way he’d been looking at me.”

A/N: this took so long oh dear,,,, sorry? i’ve been having some trouble lately. this is kind of boring, but i’m all about a good slow burn :) it’s not my best and i feel like it’s shorter too, but i’m working on planning out some of the upcoming parts so i don’t have as much trouble writing them. hope you enjoy !!

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I spent that night Katherine’s again, but I was out the door before she was even awake. I used some of her more effective methods to pin up my hair and wrap my breasts, happy with the way it had turned out. When I got to the news stand they still hadn’t put up the headline, but many of the boys were already waiting. I spotted Crutchie and went over to him, sitting beside him. He smiled at me and slightly tipped his hat, making me grin back.

“This is gonna be hard,” he said quietly. “Now that I know youse can talk and I still can’t talk to ya.” I shrugged and gave him a sympathetic look. We sat in silence, watching as some of the other boys goofed off. Eventually, Crutchie had to get up to go settle a dispute between a few newsies. He was only gone for a minute before someone had sat down in his place.

“Mornin’ Mute, how’d ya sleep?” I looked up to find Race smirking down at me. I shrugged as a response, trying to keep my cheeks from going red. It was a lot damn harder not to get flustered around him now that he kept looking at me like I was his next meal. At least I knew my voice had no opportunity to betray me.

We both looked up as the rest of the boys began to remark about the headline. It was some story about a disease going around in a neighboring state, which was definitely something that could be sold easily. In line, Race took my money and paid for our papes together. As I walked by I could feel the Delanceys glaring at me and did my best to ignore it. I let out a small sigh of relief as Race and I headed out for the day.

We got a few buyers on our way to our usual area, all of them giving the same horrified expression as Race announced that a ‘deadly disease’ was ‘bound for New York.’ He grinned at me proudly every time he sold a pape and it was one of the most adorable things I’d ever seen. He was definitely doing it on purpose, he had to be.

“Buy a paper, Miss?” He asked an older woman passing by. She smiled kindly at us as I held out a paper to her. 

“Oh, I don’t know…” She definitely didn’t seem to want to buy one, but Race was persistent.

“Don’t ya want to read about the disease that’s been spreadin’?” He grinned charmingly. Her eyes widened and she handed him money quickly,grabbing the paper from my outstretched hand. As she walked away, I spotted a woman with a younger boy I assumed was her son. I walked over to them with papers in hand. By the time I was standing in front of them the woman was smiling kindly at me, but she was hesitant. I held the paper out to her, acting timid. She gave a confused look at my lack of words/

“My partner here,” Race walked up behind me, beginning to explain. “He can’t speak, and he cant afford an education ta learn dem fancy sign language, either.” The woman’s face contorted with pity as she glanced at her own son. 

“Here, take a dime,” she smiled at me. I took it slowly, pretending to stare at it in awe as she took the pape. Whenever we were in a situation like this I always acted like I was younger, and faked being surprised at any small act of kindness. It helped them feel like they’d done something good rather than fall for a trick, and that meant selling more papes.

“And that is why you are the perfect selling partner,” Race whispered from behind me. His breath was tickling my neck and I tried my best to keep my breathing normal at his close proximity. I would get used to this, eventually. I had to, otherwise I was in trouble.

We continued selling for the rest of the day, able to get ride of our papes pretty quickly by spreading stories of the disease that was ‘certain to be the cause of mass death in New York.’ When we finally sold the last pape, I was starving. From the way he stared longingly though the windows of restaurants and diners we passed, I could tell Race was too. I hit his arm to catch his attention and pointed at a stand selling fruits. he nodded and walked over while I waited for him.

He returned with two apples and we walked while eating them. Before we were done, we reached the alleyway that I had used to escape the Delancey brothers. Race had shown it to me on our very first day of selling together. We ducked into it and sat beside each other, leaning against one of the brick walls.

“Does it make this weird for you?” I blurted out while we were eating in silence. Race turned to me with a confused look and I sighed. “Me being a girl - does it make this weird for you?”

“Course not,” He smirked. I could tell in an instant that he was about to flirt with me again. in order to save my dignity, I spoke up again before he could.

“So it doesn’t change anything between us?” His smirk grew wider and even more cocky at my words, if even possible.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He was leaning closer to me, and it was occurring to me that we were in an alley alone. And, really, how well did I know this boy? Definitely not well enough to be allowing him to get this close when there was no one around to hear if something happened.

“It’s getting dark,” I stood up, brushing off my pants. “We should be heading back.” I looked down to see him still sitting, slightly bewildered. I could understand why - a girl who blushed every time he grinned at her at just blatantly denied the chance of him kissing her. I felt guilt flood me at the thought of having led him on.

He stood up and we started walking, a rather uncomfortable silence falling between us. We made it all the way back to the lodge without saying a word. I was slightly worried that I had wounded his pride and he wouldn’t want to keep selling with me, but at the same time it was ridiculous of him to think that. He’d only even known that I was a girl for a little over a day. He didn’t know me at all, and it wasn’t like he’d been opening up to me while he still thought I was a boy. We were still basically strangers.

And strangers definitely should not be kissing in dark alleys all alone at night. Not as long as one of those strangers was me.

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PART ONE

PART TWO

What A Tease Part 2

Gif belongs to Bonniebird

Source of gif: X 

John x Reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: sexual tension between John and Reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Part three is done and I will also be writing a part four and maybe even five. Thank you for any and all support. Please give me feedback! Do you love it? Hate it? was it just okay? Let me know!


You started as just another worker but within a week became John’s secretary. And just as before John’s attention continued to fill you with comfort. At first it was off-putting but the more time he spent showing you what work he needed help with the more you just expected to be under his observation at all times. There has always been tension of the sexual kind between you two. However many times he hinted at it, finding any way to put his hands on you in a seemingly platonic to those around you way but in a suggestive way to you, he never asked you out or made any extravagant moves on you. You had gone from being positive he wanted you to confused by the amount of times he could’ve had you. You were honestly getting sick of this whole passive aggressive beating around the bush thing. If he wouldn’t take the first leap maybe he needed a bit more of a push.

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Okay, so I was pretty sure just by the GIFs and such that I was going to really like Cassian once I saw Rogue One. What I didn’t anticipate was how much I was going to looooove him! I adored the fact that he was complicated. Yes, he was a hero but he was also a man who had done terrible things in the name of good.

Originally posted by diegoandgael

This moment here? *points up* It straight-up shocked me. And it made me sorta sit up and go, “Well, apparently there are going to be a few more layers to the good captain than I was expecting!” That was a brilliant moment because you saw what he was willing to do to achieve his objective and to follow his orders.

Originally posted by lovegoocl

It made the tension so much higher later on when we knew he had orders to kill Jyn’s dad Galen. Even though I knew he wouldn’t do it (’cause spoilers are everywhere when you don’t get to see a thing right away so I didn’t even try ;) ), I still found myself sorta holding my breath and all, “Wait, is he going to pull the trigger???”

Originally posted by jynandor

He’s a good man who’s been broken by this long, arduous fight. And then he meets Jyn.

Originally posted by hominum-revelio

I love that she’s broken in her own ways, hardly a perfect person but still a good one. As she learns to have hope again, she inspires it in others. She inspires it in Cassian.

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Originally posted by kyloshipsreylo

I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never been fond of the “everybody dies” ending. When all’s said and done, I’d rather my movies and books and such just lie to my face and tell me that everybody’s fine and no one was hurt and every single person had a happy ending. *nodnods* ;)

That said, though, I think once they committed to this ending, they carried it out well. No one died uselessly or needlessly. They died heroes, saving people who would never even know their names. And, holy moly, the ending with Jyn and Cassian? This was perfection.

He came back for her. He’d been shot, taken a huge fall, then managed to climb all the way back up to get back to her side. To help her achieve their goal. To save her, even though they were doomed anyway.

Originally posted by krasnaya-ledi

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Originally posted by bossard

That little moment there, when he closes his eyes and holds onto her tighter. That’s just… Man. What a character arc this movie took him through!

Originally posted by dailyrebelcaptain

And what character arcs for them both! Two broken people having learned to trust again, learning to have hope again, clinging together as they save the galaxy but their world ends.

Originally posted by jynandor

That’s a beautiful, tragic, epic OTP right there. But maybe not as tragic as all that. They’re one with the Force and the Force is with them.

Originally posted by geekybasket

But like imagine showering with thicc Bucky. 

Running your hands along his back, feeling the thickness everywhere. His arms are probs the size of your head. washing his hair, watching the soap run down his back and onto that perfect butt of his. 

and like giving him head in the shower is the best because you can run your hands along his thighs, watching them covered with soap as his hips snap forward as he fucks your mouth. 

and his dick. jesus. 

like wE ALL KNOW ITS BIG. 

and looking up at him as you take him all the way in your mouth, his head falling back against the tiles, his eyes closed as his orgasm hits him. the water flowing down his body. 

pls send me church info because i have sinned again. *cries* 

Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC / Part 2

[LONG A/N: You guys asked for it so you guys got it, I don’t love it as much as the first part but this is as good as its gonna get cause I’ve wrote it and rewrote and then rewrote it again and then went to the SBC and asked them all about it (thanks @kingpendleton u my boo). So without further ado, here ya go bbs.

Also sorry if you wanted to be tagged in this but didn’t, I had a lot of people requesting to be tagged and now because tags aren’t really working well plus the amount of you asking is just a super crazy amount I’m going to stop adding new people to the list - honestly I totally appreciate and love your guys support but I feel like its a bit pointless when I know tagging isn’t directing anyone to my work and you’ve still just got to scroll through my blog to get to the specific fic. In light of this though I am going to seriously update my masterlist so finding my work shouldn’t be difficult and I will reblog it daily so people can stay up to date!]

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Word Count: 2106

Originally posted by juptern


‘Jughead, can you see in colour?’

The inky-haired teen quickly began to raise himself from the booth, he slammed shut his laptop and gathered it together with the papers that lay scattered across the table. He brought his knees up to his chest in a bid to jump over the back of the booth before a looming hand grappled his shoulder tightly.

‘Oh no you don’t buddy.’ Archie Andrews booming voice called out.

‘Let go of my shoulder Arch.’ Jughead replied sternly. ‘This is something that isn’t up for discussion.’

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Faith, Cap'n. Faith.


Léto is ferocious alright. Ze’s a human, after all. The deadliest Deathworlder species in the known universe notorious for their ability to survive anything.

But throw hir into what’s supposed to be a certain-death situation, and ze’ll fight what humans call “tooth and nail” to make it out alive.

Sometimes literally.

Like that time the Px-997 landed on Karak, a Level 2 Deathworld, and Human-Léto got chucked over a cliff by a stampeding herd of Balorxes–just the motherfucking fiercest animals recorded on the planet. Captain F'sha thought that was the end of hem.

Right?

About 3 hours later, when the Px-997’s crew was mourning the loss of their human, Human-Léto’s popped his head from the cliff, hauling hirself up. Hir fingers were bloody, some of hir nails missing, the sides and inside of hir mouth badly cut and oozing blood. But there ze was, alive.

Alive.

Later Human-Léto told Captain F'sha how ze climbed up the steef face of the cliffs; scrabbling for hold with hir fingers, digging hir nails into cracks in the geological formations, sometimes losing hir grip and reflexively trying to stop hirself from falling down, all the way back down by biting whatever rocky extension ze could.

Captain F'sha was reasonably horrified. “Human-Léto, wouldn’t it be less painful for you to accept your end there?”

Human-Léto clasped hir bandaged hands over hir mouth, lest hir laughing would aggravate the injuries on hir face.

“With all due respect, Cap'n, I’m gonna die anyway one day. I’d rather not give up before my time. No sir.”

“So you will do anything to stay alive?”

Human-Léto shrugged. “It’s maqasid syariyyah, Cap'n. One of the 5 articles of utmost protection; dharuriyyatul khams, in my religion. To preserve life.” Ze smiled. “If I die trying, then that’s that. But what am I gonna tell God if I just sit around and wait for my death?”

Captain F'sha turned back to Human-Léto as ze stood at the doorway to exit the human’s living quarters.

“Humans are terrifying.”

Human-Léto snorted, his hands covering his eyes, seemingly going to power down to enter his circadian rhythm.

“It’s called faith, Cap'n. Faith.”

Don’t Stop

Pairing: Mick x Reader

Word Count: 1963

Warnings: Smut, cursing, smut

Notes: This was a request sent to me by the beautiful @wayward-mirage . I may have tweaked it a little but I am VERY happy with how it turned out! Hope you all like it, dirty birdies ;) xox

Request: What if Mick is living at the bunker and him and the reader research a lot together so they spend time together and are slowly building a fluffy relationship and she comes home early one night to find him pleasuring himself and hears him say her name. The next day shes really flustered around him and when she finally admits why they end up having sex and confessing feelings


Huffing, you closed the huge book you were reading and shoved it onto the desks. Mick lifted a brow and looked up from the heavy book on his lap, his jaw tensing as he watched you unzip your jacket and shrug it off, tossing it across the library.

“You alright, Y/N?” he queried, trying not to let his mind wander as he took in all of the curves your tank top was accentuating.

“It’s too fucking hot in this bunker,” you huffed in annoyance. “And I’m fed up of researching all the time whilst the boys get to go out on another hunt without us!”

It was the fourth hunt in the last two months where Sam and Dean had left the two of you behind, stressing that it was “more important” for you and Mick to hang back and research. Mick was all for it, preferring that to being out on the field; it was what he was used to after the British Men of Letters; but you were getting frustrated. And it was the height of summer and the bunker was boiling. You would have happily walked around in nothing if you’d been here alone, though you knew Mick wouldn’t have minded.

The thought made you smirk and you stood, pulling off your tank top as you walked to the door.

“Wha…what are you doing?!” Mick managed to choke, his pants becoming tight as he tried to tear his gaze away, though it wasn’t easy.

“I’m gonna go take a cold shower,” you replied innocently, pushing down your shorts and leaving you in just your black bra and panties. “It might wake me up a bit… unless you can think of another way to wake me up…”

His mouth fell open and you laughed, winking at him as you left the room and made your way to the bathroom. You’d been crushing on Mick since you’d first met him at the Brit’s compound and, since Mick had moved in with you and the Winchesters, you’d realised the feeling was mutual, even if neither of you had done anything about it… yet.


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