and i should be doing homework right now

It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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I’m going to present to you a theory that’s probably already been theorized, but with more evidence from s2: Earth is already being controlled by the Galra through the Garrison.

We know that aliens already know about Earth’s culture from the Space Mall episode. I mean, aliens quite literally abducted our cows… and had an Area 51 hat. And had video games. In a mall owned by the Galra. Look, I don’t know how alien economics works, but they have to have some type of fascination with Earth to be able to have a shop for it and aliens would actually have to know what all of those items were for said shop to be successful. Imagine an alien Earth fan club. That’s what this is.

And that brings me to Keith’s flashbacks, once in a nightmare…

and once while he was trying to the awaken the Blade of Marmora, where he was in his shack in Earth. 

In both, Keith is placed in a situation where he’s around marching Galra. In some shape or form, Keith witnessed a Galra invasion. I don’t think that that’s going to be the last time we see that image at all. It’s obviously related to Keith’s past, but the Voltron team decided to draw this scene into two different settings: one purely related to the Galra and one set in Earth. Keith has probably already witnessed an alien genocide and is probably about to witness one again. 

I mean, think about it. If you were Haggar or Prince Lotor or whoever, how would you keep Voltron from running if they’re all humans? How would you set the perfect trap that would definitely lure Voltron in?  

The next time we see Earth, it’s probably going to be under invasion by the Galra. There are two possibilities: (1) the Garrison will be on their side or (2) the Garrison will see this as an act of war. Under both situations, I doubt that the Garrison doesn’t know about the Galra and other alien races. And, honestly, I see more validity in option 1. 

Listen, throughout season one, we knew that the Garrison was hiding something. Pidge obviously knew that they knew something about her family, but she didn’t have enough time to figure out what it was. And that means that the Garrison had to have known that this wasn’t a normal mission. In normal circumstances, we wouldn’t have known what had happened and would have ruled it out as an unfortunate death. But they knew more than enough to rule out the cause of death as a pilot error. 

Zarkon literally said that there was no place on the universe where he couldn’t reach. While he may have meant that in a militaristic way, I think he meant it in a quite literal way. 

We already know that leaders can be corrupt, look at King Lubos. The creators of Voltron made sure to mention that just because you’re a leader, doesn’t mean you’re on the good side or that you would do anything and everything for the benefit of your people. 

And for the Garrison to be able to make a presence or for the Galra to even think about asking the Garrison, they must have some type of political control. Considering that they are one of the best schools for training space cadets, I don’t think that this is too far off. We’ve only seen the school aspect from our younger paladins. We haven’t seen the military aspect. Considering that we don’t know the actual politics of future Earth, we don’t know how screwed the government is. But I’d literally bet 100 bucks that it’s going to represent the mess we have right now if I had the money.

Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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Day 23

What customers don’t seem to understand about this place is that you can’t do returns at the cash registers. We have a special department set aside for this, conveniently labeled “Guest Services” in red letters so massive they can probably be seen from space. 
Normally, when a customer asks to do a return at my register, I point them in the direction of the appropriate department and they go on their merry way, no problem. 

But there are, unfortunately, a certain subset of customers who take extreme offense to being told that they need to go wait in a different line. 

I narrowly dodged one such customer on this day, but was still close enough to see how everything played out. There’s just something about middle-aged soccer mom types that makes them the most unpleasant people to deal with. And I could tell the moment I re-directed her to the returns desk that shit was about to get ugly. After she huffed and puffed about my audacity to ask her to wait some more, she stomped off. From what I could hear behind me at the desk, the thing she was trying to return was a very, very broken ceramic planter. Think an unrecognizable pile of shards. I’ve now worked here long enough to know for a fact that these planters don’t come in a box or anything, so she definitely bought it when it was intact and broke it on her own, but was trying to be refunded for it anyway. 

The woman working at the returns desk told her this. The following shouts made all activity in the check lanes halt. I turned around just in time to see one of the most spectacularly petty actions I’ve ever witnessed:

The customer, enraged that she couldn’t return her completely obliterated planter, takes a bottle of shampoo out of her cart and squirts the entire thing out on the returns counter. We’re talking one of those big-ass Head and Shoulders family sized bottles. Blue soapy goop everywhere and on every surface as the poor returns clerk watched in shock.

It was legendary

Officer Bad-Touch then showed up in record time to escort the customer out. I almost wanted to laugh at the clerk, but all the same I felt a grim solidarity for her. That could’ve been me. 
But at least I have some perspective: if there’s any comfort with this job, it’s that I don’t have to work at the returns desk. 

Alarms In The Heart (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Have some Damian! There’s been a constant flow of nothing but Jason lately, so have some Damian to balance it out! I hope you like it! I wanted to give you guys some fluff to apologize for all the angst in The Joyride.

Warnings: None

Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @holywinchesterness @battybe-my-writing @neverlandprincessjaz


Your breath hitched in your throat as Damian passed you swiftly in the hall. You hated yourself for the feelings that you harbored for him. He was your best friend, and you were sure he saw you as nothing more. Yet you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time you were near him, or the strange giddiness that afflicted you in his presence.

You sighed lightly and continued on your way downstairs, a book in hand. You reached the living room, finding that the fireplace was lit, casting a warm orange glow across the room.

The pitter-patter of the rain outside was calming, and merged pleasantly with the crackling fire.

You settled into the far end of one of the long, forest green couches that surrounded the dark mahogany coffee table, nestling nicely into the corner where the cushions met the armrests, curling up and leaning into the back cushions. You opened your book and began to read, soon enough becoming enthralled in the story.

You’d been reading comfortably for about half an hour when you felt the cushions sink next to you and saw a figure from over the top of your book. Reluctantly, you looked up from the paged to see Damian sitting cross legged in front of you, waiting for you to notice him.

“Hi, Damian,” you greeted him pleasantly, giving a small smile and allowing the book to rest on your knees, trying to ignore your racing heart and the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he returned, leaning back on his hands. “I’m bored. What are you reading?”

“It’s called Austerlitz, it’s really good,” you answered, picking up the book and showing him the front cover.

“Looks interesting,” he commented, obviously still bored. “Want to watch a movie? I’d say we could go out into the gardens and look for birds but Alfred won’t allow me outside in this weather.”

You nodded, smile growing slightly. “That sounds fun! What should we watch?”

“Grayson showed me a movie, but I can’t remember the title. It’s the one about the kaiju that come from the portal in the sea. The one we made fun of in the theatre?” Damian scrunched his nose up, trying to recall the name of the film.

“Oh! Pacific Rim? That one sounds good! Will Dick let us borrow it, though?” You cocked your head the the side and furrowed your brow.

“Who said he has to let us borrow it?” Damian asked with a mischievous smile.

You giggled in response, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. You could feel your face heating up and that damned giddiness bubbling up at that stupid smirk.

“Come on,” he prompted, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

Your blush intensified at the contact, and you couldn’t keep from noticing how warm his hand was on yours, and how his skin was rough and calloused, but his touch still gentle.

He led you up the stairs by the hand and through the long hallways of the manor, your footfalls soft against the dark hardwood floors. You reached the door to Dick’s room and Damian shushed you quietly before cracking open the door to see if anyone was inside.

To your luck, it was empty.

Damian turned around and began giving you instruction on what to do if Dick was to show up. “Distract him. Say you were trying to find him and…” Damian paused for a minute, biting his lip in thought.

“I need help with homework?” you suggested.

“Perfect,” Damian replied, wearing the same devilish smirk as before. “When I’m ready to come out I’m going to tap the door twice. If it’s all clear, repeat the two taps.” With that, he turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

You stood watch outside the door, making sure Dick didn’t find Damian smuggling a DVD out of his room, smiling to yourself at Damian’s unnecessary signalling system.

A couple minutes later you heard two soft thunks from the other side of the door. You tapped your fingers gently against the wood and Damian quietly exited the room.

“Got it?” you asked as Damian checked across the hall to make sure that Dick hadn’t seen him leaving the room.

He grinned, pulling the DVD out from under his shirt and began to lead you back down into the living room.

On the way down the stairs, you tripped a few steps above the landing, and your breath caught as you were pitched forward, sending you and Damian tumbling down the last few steps.

It happened so fast you could barely process it, but Damian had far more training than you, and you felt him pull you into him as you fell, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He landed on his back, making sure you received none of the impact. He groaned slightly when he hit the bottom, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

You were blushing furiously. Your head was pressed against his chest and your legs were tangled together. When his hold around you finally loosened, you rolled off of him and sat up.

“Are you alright, bel- (Y/N)?” Damian asked, sitting up and moving over to you, scanning your face intently for bruises.

You nodded, casting your glance to the side as your cheeks heated up, trying to avoid meeting Damian’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I made us fall.”

“It’s fine.” He dismissed your mess-up uncharacteristically quickly. Usually he was one to hold a grudge, but he never seemed to be that way with you.

He helped you to your feet and you both went to the living room to watch the movie.

You turned the television system on and Damian put the DVD in the disc tray, pressing a few buttons to set up the DVD player.

Damian returned to the couch as the film began to play, settling down right next to you.

Your shoulders brushed together and you blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Seemingly out of the blue, you felt Damian’s wrist against your forehead.

“Are you sick? You’ve been flushed all morning,” Damian inquired, once again giving you that concerned look.

“I’m not sick, Dami,” you told him, giving a small laugh. Your heart swelled at how concerned he was for you, but you reminded yourself that his actions were merely out of friendship.

“Alright,” Damian said, though he didn’t quite seem convinced.


As the movie played, Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking over at you constantly. It disappointed him greatly that you most likely didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you, and it disappointed him even more that you seemed completely oblivious to just how much he cared for you.

Somewhere in his mind, he had the urge to kiss you, right then and there, but he ignored this urge. He valued your companionship too much to ruin your friendship.

It was nearing the end of the movie, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

Your head would fall slightly to one side before you shifted it back up and rubbed your eyes. He reminded himself to get you to take a nap once the movie was done before turning his attention back to the screen.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He glanced to the side to see your head resting upon his shoulder, your eyes shut and your mouth parted. He gave the smallest of smiles and he could feel his heartbeat pick up pace.

He wanted to slap himself for the illogical nature of these feelings. Like he’d told himself before, the odds of you ever reciprocating them were slim to none.


You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up drowsily, your head resting comfortably against- Oh. Oh dear.

You noticed that the movie was over, and that the television had turned off. A quick glance to the wall clock told you that you’d been asleep for maybe half an hour. How long had the movie been over? How long had Damian been sitting with nothing to do?

You looked up to his face as best you could from your position without moving your head too much.

His eyes were open, and his eyes travelled around the room, probably searching for something to end his boredom.

You sat up, drawing Damian’s attention, and looked down at your crossed legs. “I- uh- Sorry.” You muttered your apology. “I should probably- uh- go. I have some homework to do.”

“Y-yes. Father probably wants me to be training right now anyway. I-I’ll see you later,” he responded, standing quickly and walking away.

You sighed. It was nice while it lasted.

Damian made his way down to the cave and changed into his Robin uniform. Dick, Bruce and Tim were all there, Tim and Bruce at the console and Dick training with his escrima.

Damian drew his sword and warmed up a bit on a sparring dummy, trying to get his focus to shift away from his feelings for you, even if it was just for a little while. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts gravitated towards the topic, and soon it was all he was thinking about as he attacked the dummy relentlessly.

He had been training intensely, lost deep in his thoughts. His perception of time had apparently slipped away, because you entered the cave, carrying a platter, saying that you and Alfred had made them lunch. He could have sworn it was still only ten-o’clock that morning, but when he looked at the time on the Batcomputer it was the afternoon.

He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you, his heart pounding at the thought of what he was about to do.


You set the tray down on the table, starting to set out the food. You had just finished pouring lemonade for Dick when you saw Damian quickly approaching, a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Hey, Dami, I brought you guys some-”

You stopped mid sentence as Damian grabbed your hand and led you off into a secluded area of the cave.

When he stopped walking he moved to face you, his expression still unreadable to you.

“Dami?” you asked softly, looking up at him in curiosity, noticing that he hadn’t let your hand go.

He didn’t respond, his free hand moving to cup the side of your face.

“Damian what are you-”

Suddenly his lips were on yours.

You were shocked for a moment, but you kissed back, finding his lips surprisingly soft.

The kiss was chaste, and it was over sooner than you would have liked, although you were still having trouble processing that it had happened at all.

“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Damian said airily.

You stared up at him, still having trouble finding the words to say anything. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Damian nodded, leaning down once again, and allowing his lips to brush against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.

Your hands went to his shoulders and you stood on your toes. Maybe your odds were better than you had thought.

Double Trouble

Pairing: Jim x Child!Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: Fluff, a really bad pun. I don’t think there’s even a swear in this one. 

A/N: Part 2 of Seeing Double!! I hadn’t intended for this to become a series, and yet here we are. There’s definitely going to be at least a part 3, but we’ll see how long that gets and maybe there’ll be a part 4. It’ll be awhile either way, because it’s the end of the semester and school is slowly killing me. 


The day started like any other for Aydenna: coffee in the morning while she skimmed the news and ate breakfast. Then she took a shuttle up to the academy where she prepped for a full day of classes. Unfortunately for her, everyone on the Command track had a strong personality, which meant a lot of disruptions and discussions, but she wouldn’t change it for a thing. She and Roger finally smoothed things out, and it even seemed like he was warming up to Y/N by now. At least, Aydenna hoped, based on the note she found on your pillow that morning. Hi Mommy. I went to work with Daddy today on a big ship!! I love you!! Aydenna smiled as she walked towards the ship dock, hoping to catch you and Roger by surprise at lunch.

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h-hello ….. ~22/100 😄

ohmahhhhgawd school day today was so frekin long and tiring but kinda fun ✊🏼 bc art history & frands

today I just did homework - revised over my subjects including making these flashcards during bio (bc flashcards should be made at the beginning..not 2days before an exam like I did for the last 4years) …hardest subject right now is probably chem …even though physics is creepin up there (even though we’re just doing last years stuff 😂😂)
Yahhhhhh
hab a GREAT day 😉

You took your time - Jeff Atkins (part 1 ?)

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Pairing: Jeff atikins x Reader

Word count: 1295

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It was already your second week at your new school. Your dad moved here so you had to move with him and leave all your friends behind. You weren’t really sad about leaving them. You were friends with them because they were the most bearable people not because you had much in common with them. You once had a boyfriend, after him chasing you for 5 months and you growing feelings you decided to give it a try. Maybe for once believe in love. Love was something you gave up on since you were 5 or something like that. Your parents were the worst couple ever, you had to face their horrible and enormous fights every night and caught your mom cheating on your dad on top of all that. When you were 12 they decided to divorce. You never really saw a good and healthy relationship so you thought something like that didn’t exist but you decided to give it a try. But when you forget your English notebook and you walked back in class your believe in love disappeared forever. He was hooking up with some cheerleader. Your parents, but also your stupid ass ex-boyfriend, gave you some serious trust issues. You became more the type of girl to do some innocent flirting, it was easier than let your heart get broken again.

On your first day you made one friend, his name was Clay. He had to show you around the school, he was shy at the beginning but after you made some sarcastic jokes about how great school was he started to melt a little and he laughed with you. From that day you spend all your free time with him. Clay was such an honest and caring person, he almost made your question your trust issues. He helped you with school work because you were a little behind, he always sat with you during lunch and when you were lost in the huge building for the 100th time he always helped you find you way. With a clay by your side school seemed bearable.  With Clay you dared to open up again, even tho the friendship was pure platonic he made you trust someone again. You told him everything about how broken you were, how you skipped school for 2 weeks when you found out and how you became so cold.

It was a Tuesday when you were lost again so you decided to call Clay.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?”

“I’m standing at a door with art on it, how do I get outside?”

“You’re lost, again?”

“I’m so sorry  Clay! But this school is like a huge maze.”

“To the left, to the left, straight ahead and at the end again to the left.

“Clay is it really 2 times to the left or do you just like to quote Beyoncé?”

“Just follow what I said.” He said while laughing.

“Oh and y/n I still have your history book, I’m at the library, can you come pick it up?”

“Clay, Where is the library?”

“When you’re outside at your right y/n.” he said with a little sigh.

“On my way babyyyyy!”

“Don’t call me that!”

“I do want I want babyyyy.” You said while laughing with a slightly frustrated Clay.

The library wasn’t really your thing, you didn’t have to put much effort in school. It seemed like when you read or heard something it got stuck in your head forever. Which was a gift since it gave you extra time to focus on volleyball.

When you entered you saw Clay sitting at a table in the back with another boy, he had brown hair and a very good looking face. He had broad shoulders and mesmerising eyes. A good subject to make some trouble with, you thought by yourself.

“Well hello there Clay, who’s your handsome friend here?” you said while winking at the other guy.

“Seriously y/n, we’re studying. I’ll need your book for another ten minutes, is that okay? And his name is Jeff by the way.”

You sat next to Clay and opened your biology book you had with you. You weren’t really going to concentrate. You started with putting your pen between your teeth while throwing some serious flirtatious looks at Jeff. You also licked you lips a couple times while looking him straight in the eye and getting books from the shelf in front of him, in this way he had a nice view on your butt. As hard as he tried to focus on what Clay was saying his glance always came back to you. You heard Clay say they were finished for today, while you were writing down a last note.

You took your book and handed a small note to Jeff.

“You should call me, if you like.” You said with a wink before walking out the library.

When Jeff opened it, it had your number on it.

“Damn Clay that new friend of yours is hot. She’s totally into me, don’t you think?” Jeff said while staring at your number.

“I’ve seen her flirt with a couple guys. Don’t get your hopes up to high. She told me what she’s been through, she’s trouble Jeff. Not that I don’t like her she’s fun and nice to hang with but I don’t think you can handle such a beautiful nightmare.”

“I think you’re underestimating me Clay.”

“No I’m not, I know you’re good with girls but this girl has been through a lot Jeff. She’s got some trust issues you can’t make them disappear with one of your cheesy pick up lines.”

“Cheesy? Dude, Hannah liked it. Instead of judging my pick up lines you should thank me for having a girlfriend right now.”

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You were home alone because your dad went on a date with someone he met at a coffee bar a couple days ago. You were making dinner when suddenly your phone rang.

“Hey y/n, it’s Jeff.”

“Well hello Jeff, you took your time on calling me didn’t you?”

“I wanted to call you earlier but I had some homework to do. What are you doing?”

“Cooking my dinner, I’m home alone. Do you feel like joining me maybe?” you asked on a flirtatious tone.

“If you don’t mind I would love too.” Jeff said.

10 minutes after the phone call the doorbell rang and a very handsome Jeff Atkins stood at your door. He was wearing a nice blue t-shirt and black jeans. The shirt made his shoulders look even wider.

“Come in, dinner is ready. I hope your hungry cause I’m really bad at..”

Suddenly Jeff pined you against the wall.

“You better be sure I’m hungry, but not for the food.” Jeff was with you in this flirting game, you hoped. You wouldn’t want anything more than take him with you upstairs. You got to admit the flirting from earlier turned you on a little but you wouldn’t want Jeff to get attached.

“So you want to do this hunh?” you asked while scanning him from head to toe.

“Is that even a question?”

“Well Jeff before all this you got to know I don’t do attachments or anything that even comes close to relationships.” You said while caressing his abs and stopping right above his belt.

“I don’t need attachment to make you go wild babygirl. We can do this sporadically if you’re into that.” He said while he winked at you.

And with that you were sold for Jeff Atkins. You grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him upstairs. Once entering your room  you pushed him onto your bed and started to undress very slowly not breaking any eye contact.

“I’m going to make you feel good Atkins, really good”

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College

So, I’m in college.

My band first semester was 18 people, this semester it’s 14. Here are some stories.

- Today, before class, we were talking about twerking on one of the two poles in the back of the room.

My band director walked into this conversation.

“It’s not stripping, it’s exotic dancing.” - Alto sax player

She just stared at us while we all died laughing.

- Playing at a basketball game.

Band director: *Holds up whiteboard with the words Tequila on it* I could use this right now.

Band: *Screaming* TEQUILA!

Percussionist: HARAMBE!

*Cue the band laughing and the director staring the percussionist down.*

- “Tappity tap tappity tap tap. That’s the technical term. I should know because I’m a percussionist.” - Band director

- Whacked myself in the face with a stand. My director gasped and the entire band went silent. This was in front of an audience at a basketball game.

- “I inflict pain on myself by doing 3 hours of math homework.” - Student

“That’s the least harmful thing you can do to yourself.” - Band director

- We were quoting Family Guy (in the voices) for five minutes straight… We had a concert in an hour.

- Two weeks before finals.

“Is it like a trend for all teachers to wear hats?” - Non band friend

*Looks down at shirt that says ‘No excuses. Pls.* “I don’t know…. I just wore this today because my hair looks bad. Also, it’s that time of the year.” - Band director

- *Band director uses five different curse words in a row*

- *Softly* “Oh fuck.” - Band director

- “So my apartment almost caught on fire yesterday….” - Band director

- “You should see this meme I shared.” - Band director

- During class

“In front of teachers, I don’t curse. But, elsewhere, I fling fucks and shits around.” - Alto Sax player

“YOU FLING SHIT?” - Trombone player

- “Wait, why does the say 'maniacal scream’?” - Tenor sax player

“We’re supposed to scream, but it just sounds like a bad porn movie when we do.” - Band director

“You just need to add some more grunts and moaning into it.” - Alto sax player

*Cue band dying laughing and ban director just loosing it.*

- Today in band

“Okay, make sure you can see me.” - Band director

“I can’t.” - 6ft Alto sax player who sits in the front row

- “Do you have a tuner, Kenny?” - Band director

“No.” - Kenny, clarinet player

“Did you delete it to make room for Pokemon go?” - Alto sax player

“Yes.” - Kenny

“Goddammit Kenny.” - Alto sax player

There’s probably more to come. This isn’t even half of the shenanigans that have happened.

Liam Imagine~ Periods

Word Count~ 763
Rating~ Good for all audiences
Warnings~ none, just fluff, basically
Pairings~ Liam x Female!Reader
A/N~ Hey, short, I know. Hope you enjoy, either way. Didn’t really have alot of ideas for this. Love you guys!
Self-promo~ Instagram: @might.be.lily
Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins
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Request~ anonymous asked:
hey! could you please please do a Theo raeken/liam Dunbar boyfriend imagine where the reader is on her period and they can smell the blood and stuff so the reader tries avoiding him but it’s like really fluffy and it ends with a movie night in and stuff. thanks!


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