oh good he was already a tag

Antiapocalypse on different social medias

Youtube: “Oh. I wonder where Anti is. It’s been a long time. *video drops* OH NICE! I MISSED MY BUDDY. I wasn’t expecting this though. “

Instagram: “OH! Anti’s coming. Nice pictures. Can’t wait! “

Twitter: “Fuck! People on Tumblr have been telling us things… Twitter bios… Tags… Location. WHAT! “


Originally posted by giphy

Jack: “ That’s it. I’m not actually dead! Antisepticeye did not kill me. “

Youtube: “ Phew. I was already a bit worried”

Instagram: “ Nice new D.VA hoodie! “

Twitter: “Hhmmm… His Twitter banner hasn’t changed. “


@chase-brody-protection-squad @hufflepufftrax @marielgum @therealjacksepticeye @viostormcaller @katielovesyoutubers35


the story of the underwear cockles op

y’all wanna hear the story of how @amazinmango and i got this photo op at phxcon this weekend?


so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet. 

mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go. 

so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op. 

i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us. 

we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this. 

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Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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Seto Kaiba may have had some of the worst animation quality- but

…he has also had some of the best~

A few more since someone said since those were all from the movie //which I already knew and said so in the tags // SO here’s a few from DM as well~
PLUS my Kaiba post from a couple years ago – (x)

EXO | Their GF Always Sleeping In One Of Their Sweaters/Shirts With No Pants

fairyflossed-bunnymilk said:

EXO/BTS reaction to their gf always sleeping in one of their sweaters/shirts and no pants pleaasee~~

“Sometimes I wonder if she does these things on purpose,” he said looking down at your sleeping form, “You are too adorable for your own good.”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

“If I get cold I will switch to one of your sweaters…anyway, how is this any different then when you sleep with no shirt on,” you said as you motioned to your bare legs, “Name one reason.”

“I can give you 11, which one would you like me to start with?”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

If it was something you did regularly than he would probably quit noticing after awhile and just note that his angel was asleep so he had to be quiet as he finished getting himself ready for bed.

Originally posted by wendeer

“Oh my god, jagi. Are you wearing Star Wars underwear?” he would question when you walked out of the bedroom to get a glass of water. Forget the fact that you wore his shirts. Baekhyun would be more amused by your underwear choices than by the fact that you were wearing his shirts. “Oh, you should wear the Batman ones tomorrow!”

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

“So there’s my sweater,” he said as he saw you crashed out on the couch in nothing but your underwear and his sweater, “I was looking for that.” He watched you for a second before going and grabbing a blanket. “If you were awake I would tease the shit out of you…but you’re not, try not to catch a cold, yeah?”

Originally posted by rxxbinc

Every time he saw you like that he would momentarily get flustered with how cute you were sleeping in his shirt which seemed to engulf you. “Ah and her panties…she’s so adorable.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

“Where did you get that and why are you holding it up?” you questioned.

“Your outfit…” he replied.

“I’m getting ready for bed!” you said.


“You are impossible sometimes!”

“We’re at the dorms…I would rather the guys not see your panties, thanks.”

Originally posted by royaldyo

It’s not that Jongin would be oblivious to the fact that you were wearing his shirts to bed. Oh he would notice and a he would leave certain one’s lying around so you could wear them. But it would become a normal bedtime thing for him and you sleeping in his shirts and no pants was just part of that.

Originally posted by theweak-nd

“And when she rolls over the shirt will come up a little bit more showing off her butt.” Sehun said to himself as he started to get himself ready for bed. It had become like a ritual. A tortuous ritual…you would go to bed in nothing but on of his shirts and a lacy pair of panties and he was left to deal with his own set of issues. “We need to have a chat tomorrow….”

Originally posted by kaisoh

“You know jagi…that shirt looks really good on you,” Luhan would comment when he saw you laying on the bed.


“And so does that underwear…however, I’m sure it would look better on the floor.”


Originally posted by luhanahs

At first he would think that the whole sleeping in his shirts with no pants thing was an invitation, but as time progressed he would come to realize that the majority of the time it was just you liked how comfy his shirts were and they were great for sleeping in.

Little Ways Into Relationship: “YEAH I’M GETTING LAID TONIGHT”

Originally posted by krismehard

Further On: “Oh, are you heading to bed already?”

Originally posted by incrediyeol

*Carefully checks tag of the shirt you’re sleeping in* “You remembered to double check if this was this season’s or last season’s shirt, good job jagi…I love you,” he would say before carefully laying down next to you.

Originally posted by rxxbinc


10 Things I Hate About You - Part 1

A/N: Part 1 is all set-up. Idk hopefully y’all still like it? Maybe you don’t…idk. Bolded quotes are straight from the movie and not mine. 

Originally posted by marauderimagines

James fiddled with his watch as the guidance counselor, Ms. Umbridge, typed away at her computer. He wondered if he should say something; she had barely acknowledged his presence since he stepped into the room. 

As if reading his mind, she gave a fake grin and a, “I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

James nodded as he glanced around her office. It was decorated with pink lace and far too many cat pictures. Hell, two cat photographs was too many in his opinion, let alone 20. 

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HS1 “Extras” Tag

There’s already been a tag for our favorite lyrics from Harry’s debut solo album, but my favorite parts of the songs aren’t necessarily my favorite lyrics. Thus, this tag game was created, as I’m always interested in knowing what everyone’s favorite “extra” bits are.

You don’t have to tag a certain number of people - just tag anyone you’d like to know the opinion of or would find this fun. My answers are below!

Meet Me in the Hallway  » When Harry says “2, 3, 4″ at the very beginning

Sign of the Times » The way Harry sings “clothes”

Carolina » Harry’s little moan at the end of every “good”

Two Ghosts  » The way Harry sings “beat” at the very end of the song

Sweet Creature » The distant “whoa-hoa” 

Only Angel   »  “My, my, my, my only angel”

Kiwi  »  “Cha-ching!”  and when he says “wah!” multiple times in the background

Ever Since New York » The way Harry sings “did” during “I’ve been prayin, I never did before” and when the music stops and it’s just, “Oh, tell me something I don’t already know” 

Woman  » “Hey!” at the end of the first chorus

From the Dining Table » The progression of the strings makes me actually want to cry

I tag @pammers86@kasiwrites@henristarrs / @cheshirepuddin / @permanentcross / @stylesunchained@trulymadlysydney / @chrissy22787@cuddlemusclestyles / @sighsofthetimes / @ridinholo / @fayestardust / @bribe-the-door / @hardliquorhaz / @islareeveswriting / @cupcakelirry / @harrywavycurly / @tattooed-angel-harry / @magic-view

Have fun!

Come On In

Jensen x Reader x Misha

Warnings: SMUT. That’s it, really. Lots of smut. It’s basically porn.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry if this royally sucks. I’ve never written a threesome before. But, here it is. Ta-da! Smut below the cut!

Originally posted by hothothotgg

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anonymous asked:

I really freaking love your blog! You're one of the few that does nsfw so my little sinful heart is pleased:3 So I saw this thing on Instagram called 'glitter boobs' and I thought to myself 'Well, what would happen if my lovely 6 husbandos and 1 waifu were to see MC wearing that lovely glittery shiz (maybe MC put it on for sexy time w/ bae or she's a model or loves makeup)' Since I am a nsfw loving soul, could you maybe do RFA+V+Saeran seeing MC with glitter boobs and how they would react?Thanks

 i’m going to be 100% honest here, i had no clue what this was and boi i dunno what i expected tbh.


  • He just walked in on you trying to get a good pic with it
  • he just stares at you, on his bed, topless, with a shitload of glitter on your chest
  • “W-what are you doing, Jagiya?”
  • he’s blushing hon
  • “Uhh trying to get a pic for my insta?”
  • not okay with you posting a topless pic but if that’s what you want he won’t stop you
  • he doesn’t want to mess up your make-up before you take your pic
  • but the beast is strong here
  • if you’re taking to long he just casually goes there
  • “Zen? what are you doing?”
  • “Jagiya, you can’t expect me to control the beast like this”
  • he then pins you on the bed
  • what happens next is up to you :3c


  • he came back from a meeting and didn’t see you at the door like always
  • he looked for you until you finally appeared
  • out of the bedroom
  • topless
  • with a VERY glittery chest
  • doesn’t know where to look at first
  • “Ejem, Kitten… what is this?”
  • “Oh it’s a trend, i just gotta get a good pic of it so i can post it”
  • what
  • you were… going to post a topless pic of you?
  • Jumin doesn’t approve
  • “Ah, maybe you shouldn’t take the picture…”
  • “wth, Jumin why-” 
  • he just picks you up and carries you to the bed
  • “we wouldn’t have enough time” ;)


  • Girl came back from the store to see you putting glitter and plastic jewels in your chest
  • “Mc… what are you doing?”
  • You explain to her what it is
  • then you get the brilliant idea
  • “Jaeheeee do it with me?”
  • “What?”
    • Phrasing MC oml
  • you ask her to join you on your glittery shenanigans
  • Jaehee, being the sweet babe she is, agrees
  • your pic blew up cause damn two hot topless babes with glitter on their chest…
  • the rest of the rfa finds the pic and pretends they saw nothing lol


  • He was so busy playing games that he didn’t notice when you got home from the store
  • he only noticed you were home when he took his headphones off and heard you hum
  • he walked towards the noise to see what you were up to
  • Baby just sees you lying on the bed with your chest exposed and covered in glitter
  • “Oh, Yoosung! help me get a good pic of this please.”
  • blushing mess tries to help you but his hands keep shaking and he can’t take the pic
  • once he manages to take the pic he tries to get out of there 
  • he can’t handle this mc….
  • you pull him close to you and the make him sit on the bed
  • time for some real play


  • he knew about the tag already but didn’t give it much tought
  • he was casually looking at something on his computer when he saw your pic pop up
  • shit he’s turned on
  • shit, a lot of people have seen it
  • deletes the pic and trace of it 
  • then he goes looking for you
  • he finds you putting the last plastic jewel on your chest
  • he just ponces onto you
  • “Mc! don’t post these type of pictures! or i’ll have to punish you!”
  • you post it
  • he’ll punish you alright
  • right after he deletes that pic and it’s trace, again.


  • -shrugs- 
  • boi has seen too many weird shit for glitter boobs to surprise him
  • when you walk towards him, topless and show him your phone is when he starts getting bothered
  • “Saeran, which one should i post? they look bigger with this filter…”
  • wait hold on… you were going to post that? a topless pic of you?
  • he tosses your phone aside and pins you to the closest surface
  • “You shouldn’t post it. only i should get to see you like this…” he says as he devours you with his gaze
  • he passionately kisses you and soon he’s carrying you to the bed
  • off you go


  • his eyes are okay for this
  • he honestly loves it?
  • you’re using your body for art!!!
  • takes pics of you
  • he’s your insta photographer lmao
  • he’s fine with you posting the pics
  • although he’d rather have them in his collection but oh well
  • he just loves whatever makes you happy
  • even if it is covering your boobs in glitter

Requests are open! feel free to drop one by!

The Rose (Lafayette x Reader)


Word count:  1,414

Warnings: swearing (like one swear) , google translate

A/N: This is pretty fluffy. I’m excited for you guys to read it and I hope you like it! This is my first fic so idk what I’m doing… :,D

Summary: Soulmate AU where you have a tattoo your wrist based on your partners personality. 

Why did you have that mark on your wrist? Why out of all of the things, a stupid little seedling. Everyone else had something interesting and you remembered growing up being jealous of your friends with intricate designs that would be on their arms. But here you where, the seed girl. To be honest, you didn’t even really want to meet your soulmate, they probably were boring especially since they left you with that horrible mark on your skin.

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Boyf Riends Mermaid AU: Roomates

“So Michael, how long did your parents would be out of town?” Michael, Jeremy and his dad sat around the dinner table as Michael shovelled the macoroni and cheese in his mouth. He smiled through a full mouth at Mr.Heere.

“Prpvly a yeer er sumfin.” His attention went back to the food as Jeremy looked nervously at his dad. The explanation had been that he promised a friend he could stay at his house while his parents were out of town for a few months and he forgot to tell his dad about it. In a matter of three minutes Michael had cleared his plate before letting out a loud burp. “That was delicious Mr.Heere, you’re an amazing cook!”

Jeremy’s dad beamed as he got up and took Michael’s plate. “Thank you Michael, at least there’s someone in this house now who appreciates my cooking. Please call me Paul.”

“Alright Mr.Paul.” Jeremy tried avoiding eye contact with his father as Michael stared at the remains of Jeremy’s plate. “Hey are you going to eat that?”

“Er, no, here. He pushed the plate across to Michael who similarly scarfed the food down.

“I love this! What do you call it?”

“Ugh, Mac and cheese? You’ve never had it before?”

“The only human food I’ve eaten is burgers.”

“Human food?”

“He meant American food! His family is originally from the…Philippines!” Michael nodded his head as Jeremy’s dad’s eyes lit up.

“Really? Can you say something in Filipino?”

“Dad it’s called Tag Along.”

“I’m sorry, so can you-” Before Mr.Heere could finish the two boys were already halfway you the stairs. “Alright then. Night boys!”

“Night dad!”

“Good night Mr.Paul!”


“How does it feel?”

“Weird, is there water in this?”

“No it’s called an air mattress because-” Michael jumped on the float up bed causing both it and him to flip over.

“Jeremy help.” Flipping the mattress back over Michael tried crawling on it again but found he couldn’t get comfortable. “Can I sleep with you?”

“What?! Oh you mean on my bed.”

“What else would I have meant?”

“You, ugh, er I mean-ya wanna watch something?” Jeremy’s flustered face confused Michael who jumped off the bed.

“Sure, what do you have?”

A Helping Hand -Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Request: Can you write a Peter Parker imagine where his teacher has a daughter from another high school but visits her dad often. One day Peter forgot to do an essay because he was busy doing Spiderman things. But the next day when the teacher passes back the essay, he gets an A. Peter goes up to tell the teacher there had been a mistake, but the daughter stops him before he does and tells him to just accept the grade. He knows she did it and falls for her. Sorry it’s so complicated. Thank you!

Pairing: Female reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 713

Warnings: None

A/N: This was fun to write! Thanks for requesting it <3

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purpl8ze  asked:

Oh! What about A1 with Harry/Nate qwq (thanks for Rafe/Nadine ❤️)

It’s the second time!

A1 pose is too difficult to drawing two people’s faces! (>_<) lololol
But I feel warming love from this pose. haha

By the way.
This art is influenced by the scene of starting Among Thieves. (in beach bar)
Nate glads pure. But Flynn already think evil plans. lol
May be Flynn is sly and crafty very much.
But his lines on mulchplayer are so cheerful and passionate. umm…

I just feel that he is good guy. Because he’s cute. lol
They are good buddy. I want to watch more their tag-team adventure.

Thanks for the request!
Happy Valentine’s Day!

Take a Chance (Part 6)

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers
characters: Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Your mother, Your sister, Victoria OC, Steve Rogers, Steve’s Parents, Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes (Mention)
word count: 2,450+
warnings: cussing, hilarious antics, fighting,
a/n: longest chapter written so far! btw do you guys want translation at the end or at the beginning? i’m just wondering what would be easier for readers.
summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

Prev||All Parts||Next

Your name: submit What is this?

You’re really starting to regret inviting Steve over. Your mother and sister are going overboard with the food preparations and Natasha isn’t helping calm them down. In fact, Natasha keeps suggesting different dishes they could add on to the already massive menu.

You groan, feeling yourself become nauseous at the mention of a casserole.

“Want me to get water for you?” Wanda offers after noticing your discomfort while she changed the flowers in the vase by the door.


While Natasha is helping your mother and sister in the kitchen, Wanda is helping spruce up the place by moving a flower vase here, putting a picture frame over there, and occasionally checking up on you.

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okaY so ConSider ThIs–Mick’s medical skills probably aren’t half bad.

Like Len said, Mick’s always been the muscle to Len’s brains, and that means more often than not, Mick is the one coming home with the injuries, which he usually had to treat himself–Len isn’t an option, because as clever as he is with his hands, Len doesn’t really do gentle with anyone other than his sister (and sometimes not even then), and as a general rule, Mick doesn’t like to be touched by anyone that he doesn’t know and trust .  So he had to learn to administer medical treatment to himself.  He’s not a brain surgeon, but he’s about as good as someone who’s self-taught can be.  He knows how to check for a concussion and internal bleeding, how to stitch up an injury and deal with infection, and has a grasp of basic pain relief.  (He also probably knows how to deal with bullet wounds pretty capably as well).

Mick doesn’t really like to advertise these skills–they’re helpful when he needs them, absolutely.  That’s 99% of the reason why he cultivated them, but this particular skillset is distinctly removed from the version of himself that he likes to project.  Now, he doesn’t hide them either, but the ship can treat most other injuries, so really he doesn’t see much point in utilizing them when they’re unnecessary.

Ray is the first to find out.  Mick had meant it, after the gulag, when he’d said that they were even, and was personally content to leave it at that.  But Ray’s medical (and self preservation) sensibilities are terrible, and even though practically all his ribs are broken from that damn sledgehammer, his solution is to just go “eh, I’ll just bandage them and get back to work,”  because that’s how they deal with broken ribs in movies and stuff, right?  Wrap bandages around them and troop on?  Ray just makes the mistake of asking Mick for a hand bandaging them.  Ray winces immediately after, intimidated by the force of Mick’s glare, and pretty sure Mick is going to refuse his request for help on the spot.  He did not expected Mick to sigh in irritation because for fuck’s sake, sure, if you wanna die of pneumonia.  Instead, Mick does a quick check–running his hands along Ray’s ribs, trying to ensure that none of them are in danger of puncturing a lung.  Then, he firmly steers Ray into bed and gives him painkillers, as well as stern instructions to rest.  The rest of the crew coos at this, though Mick maintains that he was not doing a nice thing, he was just preventing an act of egregious idiocy.  No one actually believes him.

Sara is next.  She does not get injured so often anymore (I mean, it does happen, but more often than not she emerges from ridiculously dangerous situations utterly unscathed, a skill of which the rest of the crew is very envious).  But her old wounds might as well be fresh ones, some days–there was no time for proper healing on Lian Yu, and certainly not as a member of the League of Assassins, where you either got up and kept fighting or were left for dead.  As a result, many of her old wounds still pain her–a knot of scar tissue just under her arm that aches fiercely when it rains, a knee that hurts to move when she overexerts herself (which is hard, but not impossible).  Before joining the Legends crew, she would have masked her pain.  She’s gone years just gritting her teeth and pushing her way through.  But the more time that passes with the team, the less her instincts tell her to hide the pain–the more comfortable she is letting herself be seen at her weakest.  Now, on her worst days, after particularly brutal battles, she’ll give up on it altogether, and limp through the Waverider to collapse on the couch (yes, the Waverider has a living room, because I say so).  Now, the team will all try to comfort her in their own ways.  Jax and Ray will sit on the other side of the table and play board games with her.  Stein tries to replicate Clarissa’s mac and cheese (he cannot, but the effort is thoroughly appreciated), Rip will quietly postpone their next mission, and Len offers comfort as non-obtrusively as he can.  But Mick? Mick shows with a heat compress and a liniment for her knee and some advice–(lay on your side and put a pillow between your legs, it will straighten your spine and take the pressure of your injury) from old injuries of his own.

Jax (and by extension, Stein) find out the extent of Mick’s medical expertise in the field, when Jax takes a bullet in the side.  He’s hemorrhaging fast, flames flickering out as he unfuses with Stein, who looks so worried that a heartattack may be a legitimate risk. They’re far from the ship–but not from a nearby medical clinic.  Before the rest of the team can process what’s going on, Mick is pressing a jacket (requisitioned from Snart) to Jax’s side, and rushing him into the clinic, where one of the doctor’s takes over.  That should be the end of it, but Mick has had more than his fair share of bullet wounds, and backseat drives the fuck out of that medical procedure, because there’s no need to be so rough, doc and if I’d wanted him to bleed out I would have left him out there, jesus and basically just glares and intimidates until the doctor, in frustration, pushes the tools into Mick’s hands, because “you do it, then!”.  Mick shrugs, and does the job more neatly and efficiently than the doctor could have hoped (much to the man’s chagrin).

After that, the rest of the crew starts coming to him for everything.  For such a violent, large person, Mick is surprisingly delicate when treating injuries, with a feather-light touch.  Most of the crew discovers that they prefer being treated by Mick (who tries to avoid causing them pain, and who is almost sympathetic when he has to) than they do Gideon in the medbay.  Kendra gets a cut on her leg while sparring? She’ll hop, leg dripping, to his room and knock on the door–”Hey Mick, can you take a look at this for me?”

Stein thinks his back is acting up again? “Mr. Rory, would you mind terribly advising me on this?”

Even Rip gets in on it, though he argues that its because when he’s injured, he likes being able to receive treatment in the comfort of his own quarters.

Every time, Mick grumbles, don’t you guys have Gideon for this? I thought this ship was from the future–.  But every time, he takes a look at it, because he just knows that if he refuses they’ll just stand there looking sad and mopey, before limping off to the medbay, and for fuck’s sake, he’s not heartless (and maybe he likes knowing that he can use his hands for something other than destruction, but that’s another beast altogether)

TL;DR–consider Mick Rory, entirely against his will, becoming the team medic (and sighing because, damn, if he doesn’t step up, these idiots are all gonna die.)

(PS, let it be noted that, inevitably, there may be some basis in batmanisagatewaydrug’s headcanons in here, particularly her headcanons about Sara’s old injuries causing her pain, because her headcanons are so good that I can’t help but think of them as ingratiated into canon.)


My FIRST Bonner and Sharna fic. This is the start of it all, my friends. And I think it’s a very appropriate first fic for them. Feel free to ignore if you’re not a fan. But if you are, I do think it’s some of my better work. :)

Darkness fell around them so quickly. It was as though the lights had been switched off. But as the sun set, stars began to appear in the sky. They were bright and they were everywhere.

“What?” Sharna asked, turning to see Bonner looking at her with a smile on his face. “What’s that look for?”

He shrugged and shook his head. “You’re a city girl, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you’re looking at the sky.”

“I guess I am. I am now. I grew up basically out in the country myself and I loved looking at the stars at night when I was little. But it’s been so long. So long since I just looked up at the night sky and appreciated the beauty and magnificence of it. What?” she said again with a nervous laugh. “Stop looking at me like that.”

She rolled her eyes and turned away from him, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her lips.

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A/N: First holiday fic!!! I’m honestly just really excited about this one. I hope you guys like it!!!

Pairing: TonyxReader

Word Count: 1251

Warnings: None

Christmas had always been Tony’s favorite holiday. Regardless of whatever was going wrong with his family, he could always count of Christmas to bring a feeling of peace and belonging with it. After Pepper had broken up with him, Christmas hadn’t been the same. That is, until you showed up. Something about you brought him back from the depths of despair.

After meeting you, he wanted to keep you a secret. He was scared that if he told anyone, you would leave and he would never be able to find anyone as perfect for him as you ever again. For about three months after you two had started dating, he kept your relationship a secret. The problem with that being Tony is shit at keeping secrets. The team was suspicious from day one, noticing the newfound spring in Tony’s step and a new cache of patience that he seemed to find overnight.

You confronted him when you found out that he was keeping your relationship a secret from the team. He immediately confessed his reservations, explaining that he wanted to make sure you were going to stay before saying everything. You were completely understanding and told him you would support him in his decision and promised that you weren’t going anywhere. It took nine months of you dating in total for him to finally tell the team. Barton was the first to break the awkward silence in the room saying “I knew it.” and then walking off in search of the coffee cup he had left abandoned in the other room.

The rest of the team was very supportive of your relationship. You suspect that most of the team knew, but refused to ask for fear of Tony brushing them off or worse, getting the best assistant Tony’d ever had fired. No one wanted to see you go, so they stayed quiet.

A month after confessing to the team, he asked you to move in with him. You had nodded and grinned, taking his hands in yours and said “I never thought you’d ask.”

Your first Christmas together was cut short by an emergency mission calling him away. He was conflicted about going, but you told him to go ahead, that the world needed saving and he had a job to do. He told you that he’d make it up to you and headed off to join the rest of the team. At the time you had no idea exactly what he meant and settled for falling asleep on the couch in the middle of watching Elf.

This year, Tony is determined to pull out all the stops.

After a full night of mingling and chatting with, possibly, hundreds of people at the annual Stark Christmas eve party, you passed out in bed just after slipping into pajamas.

Tony stayed up for almost three hours after you fell asleep trying to perfectly execute his plan. It really wouldn’t have taken him all that long to finish up had he not been distracted by bouts of giggling mixed with nerves. In the end he shoved the package under the tree and collapsed in bed next to you, pulling you to his chest before falling asleep.

The next morning he couldn’t contain himself and you woke up to a large box landing on your lap.

It took you a while to actually register what had happened. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Tony looking at you expectantly. You lay there, looking at him questioningly.

“Good morning, Tony.” You say, slowly propping yourself up on your elbows. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah you can,” He drums on the box in your lap excitedly. “You could open your present.”

You eye him warily, sitting yourself up against the headboard. “Why are you so excited about it?”

He sighs and allows himself to fall over onto the mattress, his head near your feet. “Why can’t you just humor me?”

“Well, the last time you asked me to humor you I ended up having to cut most off my hair off, so pardon me if I’m a little nervous.”

Tony rolls his eyes and repositions himself so he’s laying over your legs and looks up at you, puppy dog eyes on full force. “Please oh please, won’t you open it?”

“Fine,” You roll your eyes and hold out your hand. “Knowing you, I’m going to need to cut through all the tape you’ve layered on this thing.”

Tony sniggers and hauls himself up off the bed to grab the box knife off the dresser. He plops the knife in your hand and positions himself at your feet again. You look him up and down a couple times before ripping the wrapping paper off the box and slicing through the tape. When you pull open the flaps of the box you’re met with another wrapped box. You look up at your boyfriend to glare at him only to find him grinning at you.

Rolling your eyes, you discard the empty box and set about opening up the second one, Once that one’s open, you find another box. Inside of that one you find another box and then yet another box.

“Tony,” You said, your tone filled with warning.

“Just keep going, I swear there are only three more boxes.” He begs.

“Fine, but if you’re lying I’m shoving you off the bed.”

“Fair enough.” He concedes.

You scowl at him before doing as he requested.

As Tony had said there were, in fact, only three more boxes, each one getting smaller and smaller. When you reach the last box, you find a fair amount of tissue paper and, nestled in the middle, a small, black velveteen box. Your hand shakes slightly when you take the little box from it’s little nest of tissue paper.


“Open it.” He urges.

You flick the lid to the box open, revealing a simple, diamond ring. It’s beautiful and you can hardly believe Tony bought it. He’s always tended to buy more extravagant jewelry than this.

“Tony, I-” You stop mid sentence when you look up and find Tony on one knee, a serious look in his eye. You feel your breath hitch and you cover your mouth in surprise.

“(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N), will you marry me?”

You nod, tears springing to your eyes, “Yes!”


“Yes, I will,”

He sighs loudly, his shoulders sagging in relief, a smile playing at his lips. “I was scared you were going to say no there for a second.” You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down into a kiss.

“Not on your life, nerd boy. You’re mine.”

“Glad to hear it,” He grins at you, settling his arms on either side of your body before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

“I have to ask though, how long have you been planning this?”

“Since last Christmas.”

“You are such an idiot,” You shake your head, smiling at the man who is now your fiance. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” He smiles in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He lets his body rest atop yours, resting his head on your stomach. “So, good Christmas?”

“The best, actually. But, I’m afraid you’ve already outdone me on the gift front.”


“Yeah, I kind of got you gloves.”

“Those leather ones we saw last month?”

“The very ones.”

“Best Christmas ever, babe. Best. Christmas. Ever.”

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3. a cheek kiss.

He knows it’s creepy. 

The orphan girls at the monastery he grew up in talked about how boys looking at girls while they slept was “romantic” all the time, but even as he did it now he couldn’t see how anyone could look at him and not go, “that’s a little creepy.” But no one was looking at him right now, so. Whatever.  

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How One Day Changed Everything - Redux (Dean’s POV)

Dean x Reader

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Summary: She’s been Dean’s best friend since when he was four. But is she just that?  (Best friends to lovers - College AU)

Prompt: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Someone is shaking his shoulder, forcing Dean out of his dream and into the real word. “Idontwantanyhats.” The fuck did he just say? He tries again, “What?” and turns on his back, the light blinding him and making his head split open. He covers his eyes with his forearm, but he knows it’s her, her smell is already embracing him. “What time is it? When’d you get back?”

“5 am. Right now. Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

God, why is she talking so fast? “Wait, slow down. 5 am?!” Had her trip home made her insane? Or had she missed him so much she couldn’t wait to see him? Because he missed her too, a lot. And then it hits him. “Wait, what? I’m not naked,” he states, and lifts the covers by reflex, only to find that he is. “Crap.” Had she seen any of that? No, wait, probably just his butt.

“Got drunk last night?”

His headache is screaming yes.

“Yeah, sorry, must have confused the rooms,” he replies, moving into a seated position and cupping his forehead with a hand. “Man, I feel like shit.”

With the corner of his eye, he can see her walking towards her suitcase, and he does a double take, confirming to himself that yes, she’s in her panties. And look at her walking away - Holy - He looks away just before she turns around and walks back to hand him a bottle. “Drink up.”

Ugh, water. He groans but knows that all that alcohol last night dehydrated him badly, so grabs the bottle and gulps down half of it. His mouth is less dry, but he’s otherwise the same. “Ugh. Still feeling like shit.” He wipes his mouth and throws an eye at her, only to find her with a hand in front of her eyes. What’s that about? He’s still covered by the sheets, isn’t he? … Yes, so what is happening? “What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh? Nothing, just tired.” Well, all right. She probably drove all night, it wouldn’t be a mystery if she had a headache too. “You didn’t bring Cassie here, though, right?” She says. “Otherwise I’m revoking your key privileges.”

Cassie, right. Funny story that one. It’s not like he left her for his best friend. The same best friend he’s sure he’s in love with. Better to save this conversation for a time when he can think straight. “No, ‘twas just me,” he replies, and hands back the bottle. “Hey, can you see any of my clothes?”

She bends down and he looks away, feeling too disrespectful. Besides, his lower brain has already too much power as it is. His boxer falls on his laps and he takes them and puts them on from under the covers. “Want me to go?” He asks, even though he hopes she’ll say no.

“No, you can stay. Scoot over.”

He smiles and tries to get comfortable. “Nope. Your turn to take that side.” But as soon as he says that, he realizes it was a bad idea because now she has to climb over him to reach the other side. In her defense, she does this as innocently as possible, trying not to put a hand on him, but her leg does brush him on his boxers region, and his little friend down there might be starting to rise to say hello, so he decides it’s a good time to think about planes crashing, and the Impala getting smashed by a truck. Impala destroyed. Impala destroyed. All right. Nice.

“Can you turn that stupid lamp off? It’s killing my eyes.”

He groans, then turns on his side to flip the light switch off. Lying down again, he tries to find a good position and tries and tries. He could turn towards her, but what if he gets a boner during the night? No, too many precedents already. How about -

“D, I’m about to suffocate you with this pillow, I swear.”

Maybe on his stomach…? Oh, yes. Nice and comfy, and close to her with his arm draped across her middle. “I don’t care who dies, I’m not gonna move again,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.

She hums in agreement and rests her hand on his arm. Aww, nice. He smiles to himself. Now he can go back to sleep.

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