heck i could even be a brick

Attention fellow Milo Murphy’s Law fans

Hey so I need more Milo Murphy’s Law in my life (and subsequently, on my dash) so if you blog or reblog or even like that then reblog this and follow me. Heck, even MML ships. I need more of those. Milo/Zack, Milo/Melissa, Melissa/Zack, Milo/Amanda, Cavendish/Dakota, Brick/Savannah, etc. (Bonous points for the blogs that ship the ones in Bold font)

It could be fan theories, fan fictions, fan art, cool edits, videos, GIF’s, anything! I just need more Milo Murphy in my life.

Originally posted by nachiopistachio

Thanks again!

Keep Me Warm

Request: Hi! So I have a little thing for chubby Dean (I think he’d be so cute!) and I was wondering if you could write chubby Dean x reader. With the reader being very small? And you could make Dean either insecure or super confident. If it’s not your thing I totally understand! (i’m pretty embarrassed myself to be asking for this!) – Anon

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2693

Dean is cute whatever way

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

The sound of lightning woke you up and you trembled, inching closer to Dean. He stirred and rubbed his eyes. He looked down at you with a slight frown. “You’re okay.” He whispered and kissed your head, letting you snuggled into him even more. In the cold rainy night of November, Dean’s been your source of heat at night. Even though he’s strong and muscular, he still has that little tummy, huge and strong arms and bow legs.

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All Time Travelers Go to Heaven Ch 8

Thanks for being patient everyone. I was playing catch up on MLP: FIM. 

Ch 8- A New Name

The child was still asleep. The serum must have been more taxing on his body than Balthazar and Vinnie realized. Vinnie had prepared an extra plate of breakfast, but now it would need to be warmed up. For someone who had been a science experiment his entire life, the kid was unusually trusting. 

Balthazar made a mental note to call Brick and Savannah and ask them for an update on their investigation. And if they knew a safe place for a young boy away from the prying eyes of the Bureau. 

“Dakota, do you think it’s all right to wake him up now?” Balthazar asked, his hand hovering uncertainly over the child’s shoulder. “I’d prefer that he doesn’t sleep all morning.” He moved the backpack aside so he wouldn’t trip over it, then his curiosity got the better of him. Opening the flap, he found all sorts of objects in Milo’s backpack. Some weren’t out of the ordinary, a plastic bag containing a few nuts, or a small paperback book. Then he found an anchor and three hedge trimmers. 

Hedge trimmers could fit in some backpacks, but most people didn’t keep one on hand. The anchor, however, couldn’t be explained. Balthazar concluded that the backpack was invented at the Bureau. There was no other explanation for how it could hold an anchor and the child had no issue carrying it around. He closed the backpack and moved it aside. 

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Your Guardian Angel

Accbby requested:
How would you feel about doing a Raph x Reader fic where Raph kind of acts as the reader’s guardian angel but is too scared to show his face but she like begs him and is all “omg ur so pretty” or something.

(I might redo this one, but this fic really isn’t anything to fangirl over. No kissing Raph or anything. But I have another idea for an extremely fluffy Raph x Reader fic!)


You walked down the street, pulling your jacket tighter around you. Manhattan had been rather dangerous as of late, and you weren’t even sure why you still even lived in this city.

Heck, you’ve even been attacked by those Purple Dragon members.

But the first time you were jumped, someone saved you. And they kept coming back to save you.

You remember the day they rescued you just like it was yesterday:

“HELP!” you cried out in desperation, a Purple Dragon advanced on you, holding a knife in his hand.

“Listen here, little lady. I won’t have to use this if you give me what I want,” the thug smirked.

“W-what… what is that?” you pressed yourself against the brick wall, hoping that a secret door would open and you could escape.

“I’m in need of a little extra money. You wouldn’t mind handing over some cash, would ya?”

“I-I have no m-money,” you stuttered. It was true. You spent it all on in town today, buying food for a small homeless family, an action figure for your brother, and lunch for yourself,

“Oh, but I think you’re lying” the thug gave you an evil smile.

“I-I’m not!” you began to panic. The man held up a knife and pointed at you.

You started to scream for help as the Purple Dragon came right towards you. Just as he was about to slice your throat, someone pulled him away from you.

“Who’s there?!” the thug turned around, only to get punched in the face. You remained up against the wall, watching as the Purple Dragon thug stood back up. You could barley see someone else, but you didn’t see what they looked like, as they were in the dark.

“Your worst nightmare…” the other person spoke, sounding rather threatening. But they couldn’t have been much older than you. Just a teenager at most.

“You really think you can stop me, you freak?” the thug laughed.

“I really hate idiots like you,” your savior growled in annoyance and punched the thug once more, knocking him out.

You blinked as the thug fell to the ground and the person who just saved your life moved to walk off.

“Hey! Wait!” you called out, reaching out to grab their arm. As soon as you touched them, they pulled away, “Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome. Are you okay?” they asked. You still couldn’t see them, but could just barley make out two bright green eyes.

“Yeah,” you smiled, even though they probably couldn’t see you.

“Well… try and be careful. This is probably the only time we’ll meet,” they said, leaving you.

You thought about your first encounter with the mysterious hero. They said the two of you wouldn’t meet again, but you guys did.

You had been attacked three other times in the past six months. And the same mysterious hero saved you all three times. You had asked to see what they looked like, but they refused. It was strange. You’ve only ever seen their eyes.

You even swore you had seen those green eyes watching you from afar. There was no doubt about the shadows on the roof, watching you as you walked home.

You felt strangely safe. It was almost as if this mysterious person was your guardian angel. It made you smile.

So fast forward to this evening:

You were walking home after staying at a school play for an hour after it was over in order to help clean up. Praying silently, you hoped you could make it home before any thugs could find you.

However, your luck sucked that day.

“Hey, babe! Why don’t you head over here and give us a good time!” someone called out to you. You kept walking, ignoring the catcalls.

“We’re talking to you, lady!” another voice called out. You started to walk faster.

“Come here, kitty! We don’t bite hard!” the group behind you started whistling and calling out to you.

“I’m not dealing with this crap,” you muttered to yourself and started running.

“Come back here!” one of the shouted.

“HELP!” you cried out, hoping your guardian angel would hear you.

Suddenly, you heard screaming.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!” the voice of your hero shouted. You spun around to see someone beating the crap out of some boys.

You froze as you realized that someone was a giant turtle.

“Dudes! Lets get out of here!” one of the guys screamed. The boys ran off, the turtle standing there, his fists balled up by his sides.

“So… you’re my guardian angel?” You asked, approaching them. The turtle turned to you, his green eyes widening. You gave a small smile, but he took off.

“Hey! Wait!” you shouted, running after him and reaching for his hand, “Please!”

The turtle stopped, turning slightly to face you, “What?”

“You saved me once again,” you grabbed his hand, smiling up at him.

“You aren’t screaming,” he looked down at you, shock coming over his face.

“Why would I?” you asked.

“Because I’m a giant mutant turtle,” he stated.

“Well, you’re pretty good looking for a mutant turtle,” you giggled. He smirked down at you.

“My name’s Raphael.”


You could tell this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

The one where he jokes about breaking up and you get mad for it (Harry imagine)

You  came home from a really busy day at work. You even had to stay a little longer to work on a project with a colleague and you were so tired and exhausted. And when you entered the apartment you shared with Harry you were just ready to hang on the sofa with him, watching a movie and probably falling asleep on him. ‘Haz?’ You called him and a couple of seconds later he appeared from the kitchen. He didn’t look like his happy self. He didn’t came over for a kiss. He just said ‘hi’. You raised an eyebrow looking at him. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ You asked him confused. He let out a sigh and took a couple of steps forward. ‘Y/N… We need to talk.’ That made you laugh. ‘You sound like you want to break up or something.’ You said amused, undoing yourself from your coat and shoes. But when he didn’t reply immediately, you kind of started getting worried and you looked at him confused. ‘Please sit down with me for a second…’ He said quietly, pointing to the sitting area. You did what he asked you to do, still not sure about what he was going to say. ‘I don’t think this is going to work anymore…’ He started when he sat in front of you. ‘We’re drifting apart…’. This completely blew your mind. Drifting apart? ‘What the heck are you saying? Harry, if this is a joke… Really. I can’t have it right now.’ But when he didn’t even flinch, you really started getting worried. ‘Are you serious?’ you choked out, not understanding where this came from. He nodded sadly. ‘But why?’ You never expected this ever. You really just were to shocked to go mad or even cry. ‘I just don’t think I love you anymore.’ Okay. Maybe you could cry. Yes, you definitely were about to cry. This hit you harder than a ton of bricks. Tears welled up in your eyes and you were just so not ready for this. When are you ever ready for a break up… but this was just… Way more unexpected. You loved your relationship with him. And you were so convinced it was mutual. When tears started rolling over your cheeks, Harry surprised you with bursting in laughter. ‘I am SOOO good.’ He laughed while standing up. ‘I have to tell Louis about this one. God! You really, actually, fell for it!’ You just stared at him, open mouth, not even thinking about whipping your tears away. ‘So this was a joke?’ You croaked out. He was still laughing, like it was the best thing ever. ‘Of course it was a joke, baby. We are fine! Why would I want to break up with you?!’ He smiled, so happy with himself. You nodded, pressing your lips together to a thin line. You stood up from the sofa and headed to the door without saying a word. ‘Y/N? Where are you going?’ He asked… still… fucking… laughing. ‘I’m leaving. I’ll come tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff.’ You said, grabbing your purse, coat and shoes in the way. Harry’s laughing stopped… finally. ‘Wait… What?’ He stuttered, confused. ‘I can’t fucking handle you joking about these things, Harry. If you are going to make a joke about this relationship, I’m out of it. You better fill your time with finding someone who actually does think this is funny.’ You yelled at him, grabbing the doorknob. ‘Wait… Babe… Don’t go, I didn-,’. ‘Don’t you ‘babe’ me, Styles. When you do things like this, you don’t have the right to say babe. I’ll see you tomorrow when I’m here to pack my stuff.’ And with that, you slammed the front door shot. You were waiting for the elevator, when Harry followed you outside, grabbed your arm and pulled you inside the apartment again. ‘Harry, stop.’ You didn’t go down without a fight, but it was no use. He was stronger than you. ‘No. You are not going. You can’t do that to me!’ He said in serious tone. ‘You can pull a horrible joke on me like that and I cannot do this?’ You were standing really close in front of each other. ‘Of course you can’t do this. Because YOU ARE NOT JOKING!’ He started yelling. ‘I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry I joked about it. I’m sorry that I made you cry. I’m sorry that I laughed. I’m so… so sorry. But there’s absolutely no way I’m going to let you leave me like this. You love me and I love you. And that means we should be together!’ He was literally begging at this point. Before you could respond he cupped your face and kissed your lips. He just knew you to well… He knew you weren’t able to resist this. So of course you kissed him back… You’ll always kiss him back. And when your lips parted, he smiled at you. ‘Thank you.’ He whispered. And then he took your purse and slipped off your coat. He placed you on the sofa and took off your shoes. ‘Don’t you move. I’m going to get some snacks. You can choose a movie and we’re going to watch it like the cute couple that we are!’ He said, before he headed to the kitchen. ‘Eh, Harry?!’ You started but he interrupted you, turning himself on his heel. ‘No, You are not going, Y/N. You’re staying. I’m not going to argue about this and-,’. ‘Harry… if you want me to choose the movie, I’ll have to move to get the remote. Is that okay with you?’ You smiled at him. He sighed and relaxed, grabbing the remote and handing it to you. ‘I love you, you know that?’ He said over his shoulder, walking to the kitchen. ‘I know, Haz… I know.’