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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Okay, this is my first Rick x reader fic and idk if it’s any good or not, although I have a shit tone of Negan requests (and by shit tone I mean 4), but I’m gonna write this right now. 

Stretching, you looked softly at Rick, who was sprawled out on the bed next to you, nothing on but a pair of grey jogging bottoms. You noticed that you weren’t wearing a shirt, and so, without much thought, grabbed what seemed to be a normal grey t-shirt; only when you looked down at it you saw that it was Rick’s AC/DC shirt that he only wore as pyjamas - which he hardly ever wore anymore-; the grey fabric came down to just the top of your thighs and smelled just like Rick, you loved how it made you feel homely and effortless, but also beautiful and like something only Hollywood Undead would sing about. 
“Already wearin’ my clothes?” Rick’s voice was still thick with sleep but the joke was still heavily applied as he sat up and watched as you entered the bathroom you shared with him, the grey fabric of his shirt riding up your thighs as you bent down to pick up your hairbrush, causing Rick to groan as watch you as he leaned on the door frame whilst you began to brush your hair. 
“Well, it’s only fair when you almost broke my bra the other night” you stuck your tongue out now, causing Rick to cross the small distance between you and stand behind you, his hands on your waist as he looked at the mirror, at you in his arms. For years, even before the world went to shit, he had been pining after you, but he had never thought you wanted him, until just a few nights before the line-up, where you confessed, resulting in the two of you sharing the same bed you woke up in now, after almost a month of being together. 
“I love you, y/n” Rick whispered, his face burying into the back of your neck, you put your hairbrush down on the side of the sink and turned to him, your arms hooking around his neck and pulling him to you for a kiss on the cheek. 
“I love you too, Officer Friendly” Rick groaned at that nickname, he shook his head at you jokingly before leaning down and placing a drawn out kiss to your lips, your mouth opened as you almost begged for his tongue, happily, he complied and soon you felt Rick’s tongue leaving no stone upturned as he explored your tongue and mouth, his movements slow and unconsciously cautious.  
“Hey, y/n, dad-” Carl entered the room but the second he saw you and Rick in the bathroom, arms around each other like there was no tomorrow, and your lips moving with his in agonising perfection, Carl knew that neither of you would have heard him, and he had only walked in to see if either of you were awake yet anyway, so he left to go feed and play with Judith for a minute or two. 
Catching your breath, you broke off the kiss with Rick, and leaned up to press your forehead to his, a small, gentle, smile escaping onto your features. 
“Y/n?” Rick’s voice was just above a whisper as he spoke, giving no indication to what he was feeling or going to say, which terrified you to no end. 
“Yeah, Rick?” you asked back, your voice the same volume as his as you both stayed there for a moment, before Rick softly tugged at the hem of the shirt you were wearing, causing you to chuckle. 
“I’m gonna need that shirt back sometime” and with that being said, he captured your lips in his again, but this time, he smiled into it. 

@daddyorsonkrennic You talked about the flirting earlier and umm whilst this is not flirting because I can barely talk let alone flirt but a couple of weeks ago a older guy came into the cafe. He was sat down at his table waiting for his order when I noticed him. He was wearing a tight short sleeved grey shirt that stretched around his muscular arms. I was taking food to tables all around the cafe but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He just stood out. I remember taking food to a table right beside his and he just so happens to look up at me and omg he’s hot af. Good thing I already put the other customers food down or I think I would have dropped it. At work we wear the most ugly ass uniform but everytime I came out of the kitchen I notice he’s looking at me and he continues to do so even after I give him his food and ugghhh I’m glad this all happened before the table fic but I think he’s been in the cafe before so if he comes in again I think I might actually die!


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.

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