he looked so good in that grey shirt

“What do you think?”

Nursey looks up. Dex leans around the door, one hand again the frame, the other tucked into his pocket. Nursey takes him in, top to toe. The shoes are the same, the same worn grey suede New Balances Dex has had for three years. Dex’s jeans are ripped at both knees. His flannel shirt is partially unbuttoned. He looks so warm that Nursey wants to unbutton the rest of his shirt and crawl inside it with him.

His hair–his hair is wildly different. Dex has gone ahead and gotten the Samwell chop.

It makes him took like a sexy rooster.

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Cure for Headaches; reidxreader

Originally posted by toyboxboy

A/N he looked so good in that gif I just had to add it there. PS if i don’t get any feedback on these imagines im not gonna post them anymore bc there’s no point. anyway. Enjoy!!

Today you had taken off of work at the BAU. You’d had a lingering headache for about three days, and looking over case files today while your head was pounding wasn’t exactly your cup of tea.

You were sitting in bed, the one you and Spencer shared. You wore black sweatpants, a grey t shirt, and your hair was up. Curly tendrils stuck out of the bun, and some pesky pieces dangled in front of your face, annoying you while you were trying to read. You wore glasses instead of your usual contacts, and not a speck of makeup could be found on your face.

Just as you had really gotten into your book, your phone vibrated, signaling a text message. It read: 

I’m going to stop at the store on the way home from work. Need anything, darling?

You smiled at Spencer’s text. He was adorable, tending to stick to more old fashioned pet names such as “sweetheart”, instead of “babe”. You replied, 

no thanks, just hurry home!! i’m bored.

After the text was sent, you put your phone back down on the bedside table and continued to read. Soon enough, your eyes had fluttered close and the book fell open to a random page on top of your covers, long forgotten.

You woke up about an hour later. Your head still hurt, and you sighed dramatically, but got out of bed nonetheless.

Suddenly, the front doorknob jiggled and the lock turned. Spencer stepped inside and set his things down, walking over to you as you made tea in the kitchen. “How are you feeling?” 

You gave him a small smile, “A bit better. Headache is still there though..”

“Hey, you know what’s been proven to help cure headaches?” he asked as he leaned his forehead against yours. “This.”

Spencer closed the distance between your mouths, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, sweet kiss. It started off with no tongue, until he licked your bottom lip and made his way around your mouth. Your tongues and lips were not fighting, but moving together as one. He pulled away, then pecked your lips chastely one last time.

“I think that’s a much better cure than the tea I was about to drink.” you told him.

Spencer watched you as you stood in front of the bedroom mirror. The window was open slightly, supplying a gentle breeze and a crack of sunlight to peek through. The sunlight caught your eyelashes and some strands of your hair, which was in a low, loose bun with some pieces falling out. To you, you looked like a little bit of a mess, but to him, you were absolutely breathtaking. There was a raw beauty to the way you looked right now. It was the carelessness, the obliviousness to how much of an effect you had on him that really got him. You weren’t trying to, but you managed to be the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. Your lips were parted ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but to walk over to you and try to help cure your headache once more.


Mess with them - Part 9

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 1,021 (slightly longer than a drabble but come on)

Warnings: none 

A/N: I’m back from the dead so I’m giving you the penultimate chapter of this fic. Hope you’ll have fun reading it :) (Dialogue from s5ep14 and I don’t own the gif)

[Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7][Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

“Steve, seriously, you’re really going to wear that?” You gestured at his plaid shirt and his grey khakis. The big belt and high-waisted khakis looked good on him, but he still looked like a sexy grandfather.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” He pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and gave you a quizzical look.

“Wanda will never want to have sex with you if you’re dress like a-”

“Careful,” He warned, wagging his index finger at you. “Do not use the G word.”

You pressed your lips together and pretended to zip them shut. Steve turned to look at his reflection in the mirror behind him. He tugged on his shirt a little, smoothing down invisible wrinkles and sighed.

“I’m not sure I want to do this.”

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Okay I’m crying. Im sitting on the edge of the other fountain. A clean cut baby with big brown eyes, dark brown short hair and a grey shirt and jeans just tapped me with his tiny hand and said “excuse me” I said “yes :-)” and he said “LOOK” and pointed to the fountain faucets doing tricks with the water and he screamed in delight. I literally summoned good baby-fountain energy just now… it was so sweet and cute


baz hates a mess.

his room is made of sharp corners and ironed dress shirts and a violin case slotted neatly under the bed and it is not messy, on his side.

(he tries not to look at simon’s side.)

he likes to smell nice so he has special soaps and he likes to look nice so he learns spells to straighten the creases in his shirt and there’s nothing he can do about his nose, even though it starts just a bit too high, so he just avoids looking at it.

he hates a mess and he hates everything he can’t fix.

baz hates a mess.

the first time he goes into the catacombs to feed he ended up shaking and dripping in pitch black room because he didn’t know how to do it properly.

the second time’s better, but it’s still not good enough- not with dots of ruby red standing starkly against a starched white shirt and on his grey wool trousers-

he has to be perfect. he has to be perfect.

(by his tenth try, he can drink from a deer in the woods without even getting it on his chin.)

baz hates a mess.

his little sister loves going into his room and knocking things off shelves and baz hates it so much that sometimes he has to go into the forest to clear his mind (for an hour. for two hours. for five.)

and then he comes back, and slowly, methodically puts his room to rights. he brushes off book covers and sorts them into their proper places and he stacks all his papers into a neat pile and re-clips them and then, for good measure, he remakes the bed and vacuums and beats the curtains even though they really have a maid for that. and then he goes through and rehangs all his clothes, just in case.

and then he stands in the middle of it, afraid to touch anything and ruin the perfect stillness- maybe he adjusts something to catch the sunlight better, because he’s been up all night making it perfect.

and then, when it gets to be too much, he slips into bed and lies rigid on his back and stares up at his symmetrical ceiling until he falls asleep.

baz hates a mess.

simon’s the opposite- he throws everything out of his closet when he’s trying to get dressed and there’re ties hanging over the edge of the bed and everything else in between, snack wrappers and plates and battered school books.

none of it crosses the line that divides the middle of the room. it’s not allowed to- simon’s not allowed to. he can’t put a toe over the line, there’s no reason to. the bathroom and the door both are on his side, anyway, and the window.

sometimes he tries to do it- practice with his bloody sword on baz’s side- and he explodes. that’s the worst of the arguments they get into, really, besides when they try to kill each other.

baz hates a mess.

his life is a mess- he’s in love with the beautiful, the chaotic, the impossible. he’s in love with a hero who leaves chocolate bar wrappers crumpled on the floor and cries in his sleep, sometimes, and hates him more than he hates anyone else.

this year is the worst year of his life, he thinks- he stays out all night and comes back and collapses in his neat bed in his neat side of the room and it’s fine for exactly half an hour, because that’s when his morning routine begins.

it’s nice to stick to routine when everything else is falling apart, so he follows it religiously.

shower- ten minutes exactly.

brush teeth- two and a half minutes.

then he clips his nails, just in case, and slicks back his hair, and dresses it his school clothes. sometimes he almost nods off, right in the middle of it. those are the bad days.

baz hates a mess.

he does his homework and then recopies it even though it’s already neat, because he has to make sure. he buys grey concealer to cover up his dark circles the best he can- not the powder, that could go anywhere, but an expensive, pretty cream that makes him look almost normal. his hair stays perfectly back, looks perfectly natural. his posture is perfectly straight from years and years of training.

perfect. perfect. perfect

(he collapses in the catacombs, and misses classes. when snow asks, suspiciously, all he does is sneer.)

he’ll never, ever admit weakness.


baz hates a mess.

and now he doesn’t have one. now he can clean their shared apartment all he wants, and even though both penny and simon are terribly messy it’s okay because they’re learning. (and that’s really all he can ask of them.)

he still buys his nice soaps and he still irons his clothes- with a real iron, now, because there’s room for that. their room is still sharp edges and sharp corners and the fresh scent of clean laundry, because baz is allowed to tackle simon’s mess now.

he can relax, on the clean couch in their clean flat, and it feels wonderful.

baz hates a mess.

simon’s a mess. simon’s a lovely, lovely boy with a thatch of honey curls who talks too loudly or not at all and has massive, clumsy wings and a quick, clumsy tail.

every rule has its exceptions.


anyways I looked rly good today nd I wanna post selfies but I just posted them yesterday so instead of putting them on my blog I’m gna submit them here nd I’ll post them on my blog in a couple days I just crave validation so he’s Today’s Look (Also ily Grey)

Dude you look so fantastic! That is such an awesome shirt it looks so great and masculine on you! You keep getting cuter and cuter dude and I think you’re cheating at life. Thank you for always sharing though <3

The VMA's - Justin Bieber

Justin and I were on our way to the VMA’s. It had been so long since Justin had been there, and it was my first time at an award show, so I was really excited! I used to always watch on television, but now it was the real deal!
I was wearing a black dress from Michael Kors, it was a dress that I had been dying to own, and to my surprise Justin had bought it to me, he is the best boyfriend in the word!
To compliment the dress I was wearing a pair of mint blue pumps, which looked absolutely amazing.
A stylist had done my hair and makeup, so my makeup was really pretty, and dark, and my hair was in a messy fishtail braid, but it looked so good!
Justin was wearing a pair of blue/grey jeans, a black and white dotted button up shirt along with a leatherjacket, and to complete the look he wore a pair of brown leather shoes, he looked so good! His hair was way different from, what I was used to see him with, it was now flipped to one side, and it was messy, just like mine.
“Are you ready?” Justin asked me as we arrived in front of the place the award show was being held.
“Yeah, this is so exciting!” I told him with a big smile, Justin grabbed my hand and smiled at me.
“I’m so nervous” he blurted out, I nodded my head, I completely understood him, the last time he was an award show he was being booed at, so you would understand how he felt.
“What if I sing false or forget the lyrics?” he suddenly asked, and it was like his whole world stopped.
I moved over to him and made him look at me.
“You won’t! I know that, because you have been singing it over and over again!” I told him, Justin placed his hands on top of mine and leaned in, then he connected our lips just as we arrived at the red carpet.
The driver opened the door just as Justin and I stopped kissing, Justin got out first, then he held out his hand and helped me out.
The only thing you could hear was the screams from both girls and boys that stood around the red carpet and waited for their idol to arrive, but I would lie if I said the screams didn’t become louder as Justin arrived, I had nothing to do with it, because I’m just his girlfriend, and I’m not exactly welcome in most of their eyes…
I got Goosebumps all over my arms as I heard the screaming become louder, Justin grabbed my hand and smiled at the beliebers. He kissed my cheek, then we began walking the red carpet. We stopped to get some photos taken, both Justin and I, and then some where Justin was alone, which I was completely fine with, but Justin wasn’t. He wanted me to be in all the pictures, and as he told me “he wanted to show me off, because I was so beautiful and only his”.
I just admired Justin as he got his photos taken, and all the time he had his eyes on me, which made him smile even more. I did some silly-faces to make him laugh, which he did, so now the pictures were even more perfect!

After talking to some journalists and a few other celebrities Justin and I decided to go inside and sit down at our seats.
The closer we got to our seats, the more nervous Justin got, he was all tense, and I could see he kept singing the lyrics to himself, I grabbed his hand as we sat down, and he immediately relaxed.
“Relax baby, you’ll do great” I told him, then I pecked his cheek and rested my head on his shoulder. Justin rested his head on my head and sighed.
“I just keep thinking that I’ll mess it all up, and that’s just not a good thing” Justin said as he let out frustrated sigh, I shushed at him, then I took his hand up to my mouth and pecked it.
“I will be here no matter what, because I love you, and I know your beliebers do, too! So no matter what, they will be here to support you and help you” I mumbled against his hand. Justin smiled and looked down at me.
“You’re so amazing” he mumbled, then he kissed the top of my head, and then the show started.

It was finally almost time for Justin to perform, so we both followed the men backstage and as Justin got changed into his other outfit, I decided to find the dancers and talk to them.
“Hey guys” I said as I walked into their room, they all stopped dancing around and came over to me.
“Hey Y/N, long time no see” one of them said, I chuckled and playfully rolled my eyes.
“Well, you have been stealing my Jussy, so I was mad” I told them with a childish voice, they all laughed, and some of them hugged me.
“Are you ready?” I asked them, all of them nodded, then someone wrapped their arms around me from behind, which made me gasp and look down at the arms, I let go off my breath as I saw Justin’s tattooed arms.
“Hey guys” Justin said, Nick came over to us and smiled.
“You guys are so adorable” he said, “Anyways it’s time” he then said, I chuckled, then I turned around and wrapped my arms around Justin’s neck.
“Good luck” I told him, then I pecked his lips and sat down right behind the stage. I looked up at the big screen and watched Justin start his performance.
He would start it by singing a little bit of “Where are Ü now”, and then go over to “What do you mean”.
Throughout the whole performance he missed a few keys, but only because he was so out of breath from all the dancing.
He did such an amazing job, and I got Goosebumps as “he” started talking.
“Life is a journey, it’s sometimes a battle full of the unexpected, sometimes you focus on the destination and forget to focus on that journey, and when you fall, but it allows you to get up stronger, it allows you not doubt your own understanding, even to faith, to believe in something bigger than yourself, and find your purpose”.
Then the music began again, and Justin started doing roll-overs in the air, which looked absolutely amazing!
Then he landed, and the music faded out. Justin folded his hands and said a little prayer, then he bended down and grabbed his knees, but sadly he started crying as everyone kept cheering.
Miley tried to say something, but she was also speechless, but eventually she started talking.
I immediately stood up as Justin came backstage, he ran directly into my arms and started sobbing loudly.
“Shh, you were so amazing out there, there’s no need to be crying” I told him and I wrapped my arms tightly around him.
Justin took a deep breath and pulled away from me.
“I missed a few notes” he said, I bit down in my lip, “And I’m not crying because of that, I’m just so overwhelmed! It was all cheers today, I could hear anyone booing” he smiled, I smiled and shed a tear myself. I hugged him tighter and pecked his neck.
“Oh, and then the belts that lifted me up were way too tight, so now Jerry is hurting” he smirked with a pout, I rolled my eyes and pulled away from him.
“Then I guess there will be no Jerry pleasure tonight” I told him with a smirk, Justin’s eyes got wide, and he hurried to shake his head.
“No, no! Jerry is completely fine, he just needs you to take care of him” he pouted, I shook my head, then I gave Justin a sloppy kiss, which he eventually deepened by adding his tongue.
He really deserved all the cheering, because he had been through so much, and his journey had just begun!
“Come on baby, let’s go home” I told Justin, then I grabbed his hand, and together we walked out to the car.
Tell me what you think, please 💫

This is a tiny bit stupid but I’ve been thinking about it. So it’s become this joke that Dan only has one outfit, the grey shirt and jacket, because he wears it all the time. Today in his liveshow someone commented on it and he laughed it off but that kind of sucks to say that to him. Like he probably thought he looked really good in that outfit and was proud of it but now he’s going to feel self conscious every time he wears it. I know that it’s stupid and actually isn’t a big deal and I’m probably creating something out of nothing, but poor Dan. He gets criticized for everything he does, even when it’s something so simple as an outfit. It has to take a toll on his self esteem.


30 Day Day6 Challenge - Day 6: Favourite Day6 Outfits

Sungjin: Okay, so the thing you guys have to know about me is I’m a complete sucker for simple white/black shirts and Sungjin in this outfit is so gdjkgfhadaf.

Brian: Leather Jackets + Brian = Me crying for days. That’s all that needs to be said. 


Wonpil: Let’s just say that on this day I almost swerved. ALMOST.

Junhyeok: He looks good in literally everything he wears, but during this performance you could not keep your eyes off of him. He was wearing a grey cardigan on top as well, but we just gotta appreciate him in a white button up cause holy moly. 

And the last picture. I’ve never seen anything so majestic in my entire life. :’)))

Unedited Real-time Thoughts

-Dana Katherine Scully: crying
-Long monologue: no longer crying
-Theme song: crying again because this can’t be the end.
-Scullayyyyyy yes b**** she’s so gorgeous please never leave
-Holy crap I actually find this mythology interesting. Contagions are the BEST.
-Shut up Einstein. Pleeeeaaaasssssee.
-Mulder!!!!! Noooooooo: but he still manages to look hot as a sick man
-I said shut UP, Einstein.
-Scully is freaking bad ass. She takes no prisoners.
-Reyes Reyes Reyes. CC there are better ways to have people talk on the stinking phone but I’ll let this slide because Reyes, Monica.
-Ewwwwwwwww. CGB is death. So die already.
-Scully Yes Scully is his weakness Your Beloved Scully indeed
-Oh grey t shirt! Grey t shirt, nice to see you!
-Well I’ve never seen a swabbing look so sexy and also no DUH the truth is in Scully.
-Why for the love of all that is holy can Scully NOT HAVE NICE THINGS LIKE ACCURATE ALIEN DNA RESULTS.
-8:50 My pulse is thready. Help.
-Oh Tad you never stood a chance. Buh-bye.
-Scully is the bravest person I know. Oh. My. Word.
-I have never been so stressed out by an X files episode. IN MY LIFE.
-I. I. NO. GIVE ME….just…give….I…..wha…….Ah