seriously why is their hair so good

Ya girl is back with some head canons because the last one went pretty well so let’s try this out.

Sunday mornings/sundays with the OTP.

•spending all morning in bed doing absolutely nothing besides watching bad TV and marveling at each other

•lazy morning sex

•sunday pancakes with one half of the OTP cooking and the other half commenting on the others ass as they cook.

•"yeah babe you show that pancake it’s your bitch"
“I can’t with you.”

•lazy days in pjs sprawled out on the couch watching movies

•"I’m too tired to moovveee"
“I’m not carrying you.”
“WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME?”

•staying in bed all day, refusing to leave for anything but food and the bathroom.

•being grossly in love and happy with each other’s company.

•person A) “You look so amazing, I can’t be anymore in love with you it’s impossible” Person B: *just woke up, hairs a disaster, has syrup on their face, drinking coffee angrily* “Are you blind?” “Blinded by love” “You’re too dramatic for your own good… but I guess I love you too”

•kisses all the time, seriously, just lots of sloppy kissing on the couch, in bed, making lunch just these assholes are in LOVEEE ok.

•along with sex, there’s a healthy dose of just talking, enjoying each other’s company, doing stuff as normal as cleaning the house becomes some dramatic declaration of love.

Add more if you like!

Cesar Millan is a Hack and Everything You Know is Wrong

Well, probably not everything, but there are some serious issues in the dog training world right now and with the advent of t.v shows about dog training and social media it’s getting out of control. 

First off, why call out Cesar Millan?

Because he’s one of the driving forces behind every misconception I’m about to lay out before you. In a nutshell, he has no understanding of dog behavior, he touts himself as a dog behaviorist when the only actual education on dogs he’s had is being a dog groomer, his training methods are misguided at best and abusive at worst. Most actual canine professionals can’t stand him for these reasons. Many, many professionals have written articles roasting him yet he still manages to hang on to his persona of ‘dog whisperer’ because people who don’t know any better mistake his pseudoscience for fact. 

What pseudoscience? Let’s start with the absolute core of his, and many other misguided understandings of dog psychology: The dominance theory.

I hear it all the fucking time. At the dog park “Suzy, get down! Lol sorry, she’s just so dominant” “Aw, he’s so submissive!” “Cody is an alpha, so he’ll try to dominate other dogs at first”. It all makes me want to rip my teeth out with rusty iron chopsticks. Where did people get this idea that dogs naturally fall into dominant or submissive categories? This bullshit all started with, well, bullshit. 

In 1974 a man named Rudolf Schenkel decided to study the social structure and behavior of wolf packs not by, idk, observing them in the wild, but by taking random adults from random packs and throwing them into the same zoo enclosure. Real scientific, right? He created the Alpha-Omega (I.E. Dominant/submissive) structure from the ensuing chaos he observed. In his paper, the man constantly compares dogs and wolves and this became an often sited work in studying dog behavior. In reality, wolves do have a complex social structure but it’s more easily compared to a family dynamic because essentially that’s what it is. This isn’t even that relevant to dog training, however, as dogs and wolves behave very differently. (This is, by the way, why the keeping of wolf dogs is extremely difficult and should only be done by professionals). Despite being debunked numerous times, this study continues to be used as a foundation of many dog training methods, and has been taken to truly bizarre and even sickening levels. 

Check out these nuggets of “information” from a popular dog website. Not only is it dripping with completely unfounded dominance bullshit, but it also pushes the idea (as does Cesar) that dogs have a pack mentality. This isn’t really the case either. Dogs ARE social animals and having a social structure around them is VITAL, but this ‘pack’ mentality is being pushed in an unhealthy way. It follows the dominance theory and states that dogs must find their ‘rank’ in their ‘pack’ and that hyper-romanticized wolf pack structure “rules” must be followed. Here’s a debunking of them:

1. Dogs literally do not care who’s head is higher. This is a classic example of hyper-romanticized wolf behavior and is contracted many times on this site when they assert a small dog can be “dominant” over a big one. 2. Dogs are curious animals and have usually been socialized to think that humans = play and tummy rubs. Your dog is excited and curious about the newcomer and, if not trained otherwise wants to investigate (and possibly get those tummy rubs) asap. 3. More romanticized nonsense. If your dog acts adversely to being moved from where she’s resting, it’s because of a training issue (and likely lack of proper socialization) and not because she’s being “dominant”. 

1. Dogs do not have starring contests. Looking away while being stared at isn’t your dog “submitting” to you. It’s a sign that the dog is uncomfortable and I would be too if someone was engaged me in an impromptu staring contest. It’s that dog’s way of saying “dude, can we not do this?” Also another behavior that I’ve seen people interpret as ‘submission’; opening the mouth and/or panting. This is indicative of stress. Think of how you might begin to sweat if you’re stressed. Same basic principle. 2. Dogs want to sleep in bed with you because the bed is comfortable and they like being around you. The position literally does not matter, though you may want to make the bed invitation only just as a general part of training. 3. This is a matter of preference. Personally, I allow my dogs to roughhouse with me and me alone because I don’t mind it and I can teach them a biting threshold so that they never hurt me. I find this lays a good foundation to make sure they’re gentle when I train them to bring me things, etc. 

Ever seen a kid fall down, but not start crying until his mom freaks out? Same basic principal applies here. Your dog isn’t “instinctively understanding you’re the alpha”. You’re projecting confidence and because your dog looks to you to help her understand the world, you’re making her feel safe and assured. On the other hand, if you act fearful, like the kid who looks to his mom after he fell, your dog will look to you and see that something is not right and it’s time to be fearful. “Mom is upset and on edge so I should be too!”. 

1. Good feeding habits are a must, but eating before your dog is not. Dogs are not wolves and even wild wolves (and lions for that matter) the leader usually eats first along with the pups/cubs and they usually don’t eat their fill before the others are allowed to eat. 2. Appearing to eat out of his bowl is completely unnecessary and is usually only done when trying to correct resource guarding behaviors. 3. There’s a difference between begging for food/being disruptive and not even allowed to be excited to eat. This is the line that made me want to punch this woman in the face. Imagine being psychologically abused to the point where a dog isn’t even allowed to wag it’s tail when it knows it’s about to be fed. A dog who sits down without intensely staring or turns away isn’t being ‘respectful’; in this case it’s likely been abused and is avoiding a stimulus that’s been paired with abuse (the preparation of food). 

Using these methods to train a dog can produce a well behaved dog like child abuse can produce a well behaved child. They may appear to work, but the subject in question will not be happy or well adjusted. 

Why do people keep flocking to this bullshit? For the same reason they love to reblog outlandish “facts” on this hellsite (Like, does anyone else remember that “did you know” post that claimed there was a recessive gene that made a woman’s eyes purple, have no period yet be fertile, and grow no body hair? Seriously) and unfortunately some people flat out use it to justify abusing their dogs. It puts people as the “alpha” and makes them feel powerful. It sounds scientific to people who don’t know any better. Mr. Dog-groomer chinstrap says it’s good on T.V. 

So what’s a better frame of mind to be in when you train dogs? Remember there’s no one set of ‘rules’ that will result in the perfectly trained dog and remember that every dog is different. Do all the research you can and remember your dog is…a dog. Your dog is not going to plot vengeance, nor is it always going to understand things that seem perfectly logical to you. Be patient, ask for help if you need it, don’t lose your shit, and again, learn absolutely everything you can. 

The Like Letter

So. I’m in Bakushima/Kiribaku/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT (Bakugo x Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia) hell. And the moment I saw this beautiful picture @siij made (who was also sweet enough to provide the version of it in the fic below), I knew how to break into writing this ship. It is a good ship. I love them.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

Kirishima jumped as he woke up from where he had been dozing on his bed. Bakugo stood over him, waving pieces of paper in his general direction, his cheeks pink around glaring red eyes. At first, Kirishima’s still-sleepy brain thought he was shaking a poor grade at him - no, that wouldn’t make sense, Bakugo didn’t get marks like that. Maybe it was one of Kirishima’s tests?

Then, when he rubbed his eyes, it all started to come into focus. Terrifying, horrible, stomach-twisting clarity.

His handwriting.

A crude little doodle of Bakugo, complete with a huge, angry scowl, spiky hair and a heart.

No way. No way could it be the same… Kirishima’s hands darted in every direction around him, hoping that maybe his heart rate would slow back down once he got a hold of the letters he had been writing before he nodded off. Nothing. Gone. All gone.

No, not gone. They had somehow gotten from the mattress to Bakugo’s room and…ugh, Kaminari. Of course. Not that he would immediately accuse him, but it was hard not to when he tiptoed out of the room behind Bakugo’s back, giving Kirishima a huge smile and two thumbs up. ‘You got this, bro,’ he mouthed, closing the door. Got this?! Kirishima didn’t even have a shirt on! This was the furthest from ‘got this’ you could get!

“Don’t fucking ignore me!”

Keep reading

How your feelings about Prince Zuko change and develop throughout the series.

“This guy is a total dick.”

“Ok, you’re still being a dick, but like it’s because your dad is a much bigger dick.”

“Still being a dick, and yet you’re really growing on me.”

“Can you just chill the fuck out for like five minutes?”

“For a villain, you’re actually really honorable.”

“Seriously, your family is the worst. Your mom and uncle are cool though.”

“I feel your inherent good nature conflicting with your shitty upbringing.”

“YAAASS you’re being so cool now!”

“See? It’s nice being a good guy.”

“Wait…What!? Why are you being a dick again?!!”

“I’m not mad, I’m just really disappointed…”

“Now you feel guilty about being such a dick.”

“You know you’re supposed to be a good guy, quit fighting it already!”

“FINALLY!!!!! You’re being so awesome now and I love you.”

“You could have handled that better, but you’re trying and I support you.”

“You’re seriously the coolest character ever.”

“Also your hair looks great right now.”

“I think all of Team Avatar finally loves you now too.”

“My love for you is infinite and undying.”

“You’re gonna be the best fire lord ever.”

“I want to have your animated children.”

“I’ve finished the series and I’m not coping well.”

“I need a series all about fire lord Zuko.”

anonymous asked:

Thank you for your amazing blog. Can I make a request where they not dating, but MC needs somebody to pretend as her bf/gf for a party or a meeting and asks RFA and Saeran for help? And during that pretending they understand that they have feelings for MC.

Hahaha yes, this is the kind of request I would ask myself, I love this romantic comedy’s situations so much! <3
So I did as mini-fics, because I obviously got carried away, I hope you all enjoy this!

RFA + Saeran pretending to date MC

Zen

“Think of it as a chance to show your impressive acting skills, Zen.” That was the winning argument to convince him to pretend to be your boyfriend during the rehearsal dinner of your brother’s wedding. As much as you love your brother, it’s extremely annoying when he and other family members start teasing you for still being single. And the comparisons about your lives are so mean. Just imagine now that he’s getting married with this almost perfect lady.

“Well, the perfect boyfriend is a role I haven’t tried yet… I’ll accept this challenge, MC, although it would be like playing myself…” you giggle. It was a weird request, but you have been so nice to everybody in RFA, how could he say “no” to a friend in need? Plus, he loves weddings!

Okay, not this one so much. Why is everybody so snob? He’s waiting for Jumin Han to show up at any moment, this event suits him really well! Now he gets why you wouldn’t want to endure this by yourself, you’re so… different from all of this. You’re bubbly and spontaneous, adorably clumsy…  he grins reminding you chugging a beer can and making a funny face because of the bitter taste a couple of days ago at his apartment.

“Brother, this is Zen, my… boyfriend.” You introduce them to each other.

“Call me Hyun, she usually does when we’re alone.” And he smiles at you, holding your hand. Okay, no need to imply sexual stuff here, but if it will convince your brother…

“You’re an actor, right? I recognize you! How much did she pay you to hire you?” you shiver, he is… almost right there… how can he be so smart? Ugh…

Zen smiles, but inside he wants to tell your brother to go to hell. Is this the kind of thing you say to your sister’s boyfriend? Well… he’s not really your boyfriend, but… that’s really mean! He’s basically implying Zen’s a gigolo, but worst of it, he’s insulting you telling you wouldn’t be able to date someone without paying for it. Zen knows you enough to tell you could captivate any person’s heart if you really wanted to! Yes, your ability to do whatever you want so freely is something he really admires about you. No, he can’t let you be treated like this.

“She pays me with her beautiful smile and the gloss in her enchanting eyes everytime she watches my performances. You would know if you paid more attention to your sister instead of trying to make her feel down. My brother wasn’t nice to me, and maybe I deserved it. But she doesn’t, so be nice to her before she decides to run away like I did… come on, MC. Let’s dance!” he tights the grip on your hand and drags you to the dance floor, you and your brother look at each other, he’s shocked and you’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You two are on the dance floor, one of his hands on your back, the other one holding yours. Why did that come from? It’s been years he doesn’t think about his brother… something about seeing the sweetest person he knows doesn’t getting the treatment she deserves stirred something inside him. You’re looking at him very curious, gosh, your eyes are really glossy… it’s so hot in here… “S-Sorry if I crossed a line there. He’s your brother after all and…” he feels running out of air when you rest your head on his chest. You must look like a real couple, your brother is probably looking. Yes… that’s why you’re doing this after all, right? 

“Thank you for having my back, Hyun. You’re such a great actor.” Acting? Oh… yeah, he was acting, right? But why does he feel out of character right now?  


Yoosung

This is bad! This is really bad! What is he doing here? Why did he even agree to this? “Please, Yoosung, pleeeeease. You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Oh yeah, that’s why… you begged him over the phone, and something about trusting him to play your boyfriend made him feel so manly and confident. You could have asked Zen or Jumin, but you chose HIM! You thought he would be a good boyfriend to introduce to your friend who was in town for that night. He is such a good friend, but he’s been teasing you about your relationships since high school. According to him, every guy you date end up arrested or in rehab… This is getting old, really…

“Well… I’ll probably never end up in jail or rehab, MC… so, if you insist so much… why… why not?” you gave him such a tight hug, and he felt his whole face burning. You smelled so good that day… and you smell even greater today at this weird country bar…

“This is my boyfriend, Yoosung. He is a vet student.” You introduce him, the guy shakes his hand firmly, what’s with you and your friend to have such a tight grip? Well, at least yours was really gentle…

“College? But you look like you’re 16, dude! I was going to say MC is such a cougar!” he blushes. Oh god… this guy isn’t buying this at all! He would feel so bad for not being convincing after the way you begged him for doing this.

“Well, MC looks really young too, so I guess we look like a sweet sixteen couple.” You giggle and put your hand over his. “Hah, what did I tell you? Isn’t he adorable?” “I guess…” the guy shrugs, but he doesn’t mind, he can only focus on the warmth from your smooth hand.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and the guy sits on your chair. “Back off, dude! She’s mine!” “Wh-What?” “It is what it is, she dated all those bad guys and eventually she’ll notice I’m the only one good enough for her. Back off before you end up hurt!” Was that a threat? “MC… MC can choose whoever she wants, I won’t back off if she really likes me!” but she doesn’t, this is just play pretend… no, forget it! This dude is an asshole! You can’t be with someone like this! You deserve better! Maybe not him, but… definitely not this guy.

“Hey, gentlemen, what did I miss?” you come back, but the tension is still there… “Nothing much, your boyfriend here was telling me he wants to ride the mechanical bull over there…” “What? Really, Yoosung?” “I… I…” “What’s the problem, boy? Are you scared?” this asshole’s smirk, ugh… “I’ll show you scared!” he gets up and gives his name to the guy who controls the machine.

How did he get the guy to manipulate him like that? Ugh… both you and him are watching this, and he’s so close to you… ASSHOLE! Oh, this was such a bad idea! Such a bad ide… oh no! The bull is moving! The bull is moving!!!

3 seconds, that’s what it took for Yoosung to hit his face on the upper part of the mechanical bull and fall. You promptly run to him.

“Holy shit, Yoosung! Are you okay?” he can’t tell you how much it hurts… so he smiles, and you look shocked. “Yoosung, your… your tooth!” “Whath? Whath’s wronc wif my toof?” Oh… now he feels, actually, he doesn’t feel! Where is one of his incisors?

“I’m so sorry I dragged you to this, Yoosung. I feel so bad!” “Don’th worry, MC. Ith was my idhea anyway. I hope your frrriend isn’t madh or anyfing.” “Ugh, forget him, I couldn’t stand his hissy fit! Can you believe he wanted me to just let you here alone on the dentist and hang out with him? What an asshole!” he smiles when he hears that, but he shouldn’t be smiling, this is so embarrassing!

You go with him to the dentist’s office, and noticing he’s a little scared, hold his hand. He looks at you and you whisper. “Don’t need to be afraid, I’m here…”
He isn’t afraid of the dentist (well, maybe a little…), what’s really scaring him is how much his heart is pounding due to your hand on his, but he’s the one tightening the grip.


Jaehee

“MC, I don’t know how to play mini-golf!” she told you over and over, but did you listen? “It doesn’t matter! I do! I just need someone to make me company!” well, making you company it’s totally different than pretending to be your girlfriend… “Yeah, but my friend and his boyfriend keep teasing me for being bi and just dating guys, I hate it!”

Well, that’s really douchy of them, why would you hang out with people who put your sexuality in debate like this? No, she needs to protect you and maybe teach them a thing or two! That’s the least she could do after you helping her to leave C & R and starting her own business.

“This is Jaehee, my girlfriend.” You introduce her, she shakes their hands as if they’re business partners.

“Oh, you’re so formal! I thought MC had hired an assistant.” Seriously, how douchy! Why such a sweet girl like you hang with people like this? “So ladies, shall we play?”

She is so bad at this! Why did you ask her to do this? “Here, I’ll show you!” you come behind her and put your hands on hers. What’s… what’s happening? Your hair fall on her shoulders… it smells so good… focus, Jaehee! Focus!

“Hey, you can’t help, MC!” “Oh, on which paragraph of the strict regulation of mini-golf is this written?” Jaehee chuckles. Okay, so maybe you know how to defend yourself, you and your friend probably have this kind of feisty friendship… but still, not cool of him to doubt your sexuality, she didn’t forget that!

You can easily compensate for her lack of ability, and it’s so good to watch you play. Your focused eyes, the huge smile you put on when the ball falls in the hole, and even your disappointed face for missing, it’s just… hypnotizing!
“Hey, girl, focus! If you keep distracted like this, she’ll dump you for another guy!” “Fuck you!” you yell, she feels her blood boiling. What… a… douche! She’s not distracted! She got this! Bring it on!

The ball travels painfully slow, or is she seeing this on slow motion? This isn’t the decisive shot yet, but she really wants to hit it! She wants you to feel proud of her! It spins around the hole boarders, one turn… two turns… and the ball doesn’t fall in the hole. Crap!

“Ha! Good luck next time, sweety!” “Dude, you don’t need to be this douchy!” you reprehend him. “What? Did I hurt your precious girlfriend? Jesus, MC, you’ve been so sensitive today. I changed my mind, I liked you more when you dated boys.” “Good, so no reason for us to keep hanging out, then. Goodbye.” You grab her hand and walk away. Oh wow… she thought she would have to be the one to say something, but apparently, you can take care of yourself! Yes, you’re the one who taught her to don’t be around places and people who only hurt you, obviously you would know how to do this by yourself. You’re so strong!

“Do you want to keep playing without them?” she asks, she doesn’t want this, huh, date (?) to end. “Yeah, sure! I’ll show you one of my tricks, come here!”
And there you are behind her again, teaching her how to swing it properly, your arms around her, your body so close. She feels bad, actually, you are showing her everything you know, but she’s not absorbing anything, she can only focus on your breathing on her back.


Jumin
“Oh, come on… I bet you heard a million times how much of boyfriend material you are, Jumin.” “I… didn’t really know what this means, MC.” “It means you’re the son-in-law every mother would like her daughter to be with.” He was so reluctant about it, why would you ask him? You could have asked Zen or Seven, who like to pretend a lot.

“It’s just… my mom is… how can I say? Huh… a cat mom too?” What do you mean by “too”? Oh okay, now he gets it, Zen is allergic and can’t be around cats, and Seven is a cat abuser, none of them would cause a good impression on your mother who’s been trying to introduce you to a guy she thinks would be a good suitor for you. God, she has no chill! Doesn’t she get it you don’t want to get married now?

So he agrees, you’re such a hardworker preparing for the party and taking care of everybody in RFA, including him. You’re kinda like V, but sweeter and… funnier, and, well, your looks are better too.

“Mom, that’s Jumin Han, my boyfriend. And that princess here is Elizabeth the 3rd.” yes, you insisted on bringing Elizabeth, how could he decline when you consider even Elizabeth an RFA member?

“Hum… you seem rich. Finally you’re coming to your senses and looking for a wealth husband, huh?” that’s… rude! Not even his father, who doesn’t seem to care about these boundaries, would say something like this to him.

“With all due respect, madam, your daughter keeps telling you her lack of interest in getting married, you should start respecting her wishes. I have a deep respect for family, but I don’t think parents should force their children on something they don’t want to do just because they know the children would do it due to all the respect they have. I believe what I’m trying to say is, don’t use of misfeasance on your daughter, she’s smart and caring, and… although every man would be lucky to have her as his wife, if she doesn’t want it, her wishes should be respected.” Wow… where did all this come from? Not even he can believe his own… eloquence talking about you.

“I hope this isn’t your excuse to stall her, boy.” “My intentions with you daughter are truly serious, just know I respect her… a lot.” He knows you’re looking at him, he wouldn’t dare to look at you right know, though, your eyes are something he doesn’t know how to handle, for some reason.

“Well, your head him, ma. Come on, Jumin, let me show you the other cats.” You grab his wrist, your hand is so soft… and warm and… what’s happening? He feels his arm melting from your touch.

“Hey, thanks for having my back. I knew I asked the right person.” “Because I like cats?” “That too, but… I knew you’re reasonable enough to put some senses on my mom’s head, you said I am smart and caring, but you’re even more caring than you think, you know that?” oh… so he was always your first option on this? He feels… honored, and really comfortable about being so reliable to you. He would feel sad if you found out that it’s not that he is caring, it’s just… he really cares about you…


Saeyoung

“So, wait, let me get this straight: you want me to join you on a karaoke bar with your crazy cousin?” “Yeah, but how do you know he’s crazy?” “Hello…” “Oh yeah, background check…” “BINGO! I saw his posts on your timeline, he’s a… whack nut, huh?” “Yeah, so I thought you could really get along…” “OUCH!”

He pretended he was offended, but he was really down for this. The guy seems fun, karaokes are fun, you’re basically his favorite person in the whole world, why not? So what if he had to pretend to be your boyfriend? It wasn’t uncomfortable, actually it was… it was… the greatest mission 707 has ever been assigned! Yes, Defender of Justice will protect the most amazing lady from the handful cousin who has been in love for you since you were little kids and doesn’t get it that dating relatives is kinda weird! He won’t be the boyfriend you need, he will be the boyfriend you deserve! Or… something like this…

“This is Saeyoung, my boyfriend!” you introduce him. His hand shake is firm, too firm, actually… ouch, he’s hurting his hand!

“I see you have a thing for gingers, huh, MC?” oh yeah, he’s redhead too… sorta, his hair looks dyed.

“Well, MC is so unique and amazing, it’s kinda obvious she would fall for someone who’s among 1% of human population, you know… NATURAL gingers.” He smirks, and the guy shoots dagger with his eyes. Saeyoung puts his arm around your shoulder and kiss your head, oh, that was good… can he do this again?

“So, MC… remember the song we used to sing every family reunion? I was John Travolta, you’re Olivia Newton John, and we talked about those summer nights…” “Oh yeah, so tacky, right?” Saeyoung holds back the need to yell an “OUCH!”

“Well, I think it’s kinda romantic! Right, dude? Aren’t you romantic?” “Oh… huh, I’m more like the playful and teasing type…” Yes… if you were looking for romance, Saeyoung wouldn’t be the best suitor… did you want someone romantic? “Well, the MC I know it’s all about romance…” yeah, Saeyoung also could get that vibe from you…he know he isn’t suitable for you after all, but… why does it bother him so much?

“So… MC, do you want to sing “Summer Nights”? For old time’s sake? “A-Actually, I… I would like to sing something.” Saeyoung gets up quickly. “You do?” you ask, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “Yeah, just watch me!” he kisses your head again, why can’t he stop doing this?

“Yes, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I dedicate this song to my adorable girlfriend. MC, this one is for you!” you were waiting for some cheesy ballad, and can’t hold your shocked face when he choose “I believe in a thing called Love” by The Darkness. He sings all the falsettos and even does some air guitar, you have no idea how to react, but… it’s impossible not to smile.
Judging from your cousin’s face, he totally got the message. Although Saeyoung isn’t sure what is the message, actually. All he cares about is the hug you give him when he gets down the stage.

“Is this romantic enough for you?” “I couldn’t care less about romance, this is just my cousin blinded by love. Anyway… mission accomplished, agent 707. You should win a medal for all the services you did!”

A mission… right… this was just a mission. He always felt relieved after his missions were over, that’s the only one he doesn’t want to be dismissed.


Saeran

“Listen to me, no matter how much I beg, how much I plead, you can’t let me try any move on him, you got it?” “Yeah, yeah… I got it, you don’t need to repeat this again!” your ex-boyfriend is single again, you never forgot him, and everything started spinning when he invited you for some drinks, but… you know how much of a fuckboy he can be. You have your pride! You have your dignity! You have Saeran as your most honest friend, so you know he’s the only one capable of making you stay away from the guy. And hopefully, keeping the guy away from you by pretending to be your boyfriend.

Why would he say yes to such a lame idea? Can’t you deal with your own shit like the grown ass woman you are? Well, it’s been a while since he doesn’t leave his brother’s house, and if it is with you, he feels more comfortable. Also, your whining was annoying him. Okay, not annoying, more like… persuading him…

“Hey, this is Saeran, my boyfriend!” you’re hesitant about holding his hand. Will this be convincing if you don’t really have much of physical contact?
“Nice to meet you, bro. Hey! Hold her tight, or I’ll be ready to snatch her away!” you blush… OH HELL NO! You can’t be possibly falling for this! Saeran wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer, staring at the guy.

“Good luck trying.” You’re so close, why do you smell so good? Shit, did you put all this perfume for this guy? Ugh… that’s so lame!

The night goes on, he notices the subtle flirt between you two. This dude really is a fuckboy, making moves on a girl who’s already taken and… well, okay, not technically, but still… he’s a player! And you can be silly most of the times, but you’re not that dumb! Saeran knows you’re not! That brave girl who’s been helping him with therapy can’t fall for these cheap moves!

But he gotta say, you flirting is… kinda cute, the way you bounce your hair and smile playfully, yes… this isn’t for him, though. And it’s bothering him!
“Hey, h-ho-honey, can I talk to you for a second? Alone!” you nod a ‘yes’ and you two get close to the door. “Let’s get out of here!”

“What? Why? No, I’m having fun!” “Exactly, and you shouldn’t have, right?” “Please, Saeran, pleeeeease, let’s stay!” “Sorry, I have direct orders to not give in to your pleading.” You get mad: “Fine! I’ll go back by myself!” you turn your back on him, only to look at you ex talking with this other girl.

Saeran’s arm is around you again, now leading you out of there. You’re not crying, thank God! But you look really hurt, and he hates that!

“Wait! Are you seriously sad over this guy who doesn’t give a shit about you? I thought you were smarter, MC.” Great, now you’re crying! Good job, Saeran!
“Hey, don’t… don’t cry. I… don’t know what to tell you, but…” you hug him, your alluring perfume is all over him now. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a while? You don’t have to say anything, just… stay like this…” “Okay, I guess…”
This is weird… so fucking weird! He never touched someone like this before… is he doing it right? Is it supposed to be this good?

“You went after her man. Andi with the good hair 💁”

Oh my god. I seriously love this show.

The reason why I’m so stoked about it is because it is written in a way that doesn’t dumb things down, like other children’s tv programming nowadays.

And this isn’t meant to come across as a “my generation had better shit than your generation” thing, because let’s be real, when was the last time a Disney Channel show involved serious topics? That’s So Raven and The Proud Family had episodes dedicated to racism and discrimination, Raven and Miranda from Lizzie McGuire had eating disorders..

They even celebrated different cultures in ways that weren’t so fucking stereotypical, like they did with Jessie, with Ravi’s “In my country, India..” in every episode. Jake long grew up in New York and was an Asian American kid, who kept both cultures. If a kid moved to a different country at a young age, their accent would eventually adapt to their environment, as well as the way they act. But I know it’s just for the [terrible] comedy.

This show is really making an effort to tell a concise story, and the little references to Buffy, Nickelback, the “disc heads” and “Amber Alert” jokes show that they wanna make this enjoyable for all ages.

Another thing I really loved was the little discussions they had with kids in between commercials. They really wanted to have a discussion with them, and didn’t treat them like they were a bunch of idiots. It was adorable and really cool to hear their reactions to the teen pregnancy thing, how they would’ve reacted to the other things on the show, etc.

There’s nothing more disrespectful than treating your kid audience like they aren’t capable of understanding more mature topics, and I’m SO glad that the creator of one of my favorite childhood shows, along with the writers and the crew, made the decisions that they made. I respect that a lot. This is the kinda show that, if I had a younger sibling, would love for them to watch.

All in all, I had a really great time watching this. It felt similar to watching old Disney Channel shows that were on when I was a kid, which was especially needed for me at this particular time.

Let’s get more shows like this that actually teach kids something, yeah?

Sick Klance Headcanons That No One Asked For

–When Keith is sick he is Not Used to caretaking and as such is rly uncomfortable with it
–So he tries to stay away from Lance so Lance won’t try
–Lance is not stupid and realizes this and he’s hurt at first but then realized why
–So he goes into Stealth Mode
–“I have no idea why my big, floppy sweaters I know u love are in your drawer on the very top”
–“what? tea appeared on the table with honey, just the kind that’s good for a sore throat? sure a Mystery”
–“I just felt like stocking up on cough drops and cold meds idk why”
–Keith is not stupid either and knows but he’s just grateful that Lance isn’t making a huge deal
–And one day Keith just gives in and just walks over to Lance and lays his head in his lap and Lance strokes his hair and gives his sick bf cuddles

–Lance is a drama queen when he’s mildly ill but is insistent that he’s fine when he’s actually seriously sick
–*sneezes* “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory is this where it gets me on my feet several feet ahead of me if I see it do I run or fire my gun or let it be there is no melody Keith my first friend my last enemy maybe the last face I’ll ever see”
–*has a fever over 104, can’t see straight, is coughing up blood, low-key can’t breathe* hey friends how are u I am fIne yep tOtallY fine
–As such the minute Lance stops being dramatic Keith is ready for the hospital or some urgent medical attention
–But Keith also has too much of a soft spot for Lance to not take care of him even if he knows Lance is being a drama queen
–Keith isn’t the best at caretaking but he tries his best and Lance thinks it’s the sweetest thing and loves it
–“Do you need water, medicine, anything?” “All I need is you ❤”
–Lance is a sap when sick and loves any sort of affection

May be edited when I’m off mobile
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Sexual Tension - Bucky Barnes x Reader Pt. 3

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Chapter Summary: (Y/N) is forced to spend time with the last person she wants to see, her asshole professor, Mr.Barnes.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k (sorry it’s shorter than usual)

Warning: Some cursing, lots of fluff ok A/N: thank you all soooo much for supporting this series!!! (PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS AND TALK TO ME I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!)

Chapter 2

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You were shaking your hips, head moving back and forth. Spinning and singing to your hearts content. It was a few days after the incident you had with your teacher. You didn’t speak one word to him and you came to class a minute before the bell rung each day. He constantly tried to get your attention; Whether it was saying something dumb to get a sarcastic comment out of your mouth or if it was to talk after class.

Each time you either ignored him or completely walked away from him entirely. You continued to dance and scream the song playing on the speakers a few feet away from you. You were staying overtime at your new job and was the only one in the building. You were put on kitchen clean up duty so you wouldn’t be leaving the store for quite a while. Preparing yourself for the extra hour you stuck your phone into the speakers doc a few feet away from the overfilling sink.

Putting on huge yellow rubber gloves you headed over- more like danced over- to the filled up sink. Dishes were everywhere but you didn’t mind. It was a good way to be lost into your thoughts and do whatever you want without anyone judging you. You were about halfway through when one of your favorite childhood songs came on; Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood.

Right now, he’s probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp and she’s probably getting frisky” you sang at the top of your lungs, off tone and everything. You scrubbed plate my plate singing and spinning. Shaking your hips to each word said in the song.

You were halfway through the song when you were finishing the rest of the dishes. You cleaned the last few cups and set them into the machine, turning it on and turning off the faucet. You swayed back and forth finishing the last sentence to the famous song.

“Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.” Singing like nobody was watching you laughed at yourself for being so weird. You heard a disconnecting sound signaling your phone wasn’t on the doc anymore. You figured it just fell out, that happens often because you jam your huge iPhone 7+ phone into a doc made for a IPhone 5. You turned to go set it back in before being shocked with a familiar voice.

Really? Who screwed you over?” You looked at the mysterious man. Mentally giving yourself punches in the face as you roll your eyes and peel the yellow gloves off your hands.

“It’s a good song!” You protest “Wait, ugh, what are you doing here? How long have you been here?” You leaned against the counter top, giving him an irritating look.

“Long enough to see you dancing lessons. You know I can help you with that right?” He gave you a wink and you scoffed.

“And well…” trailing off, his muscular arm raised up to the back of his neck as he gave it a rub. “I came to see you.” He smirked like the past week had never happened. He had his ego back in and not an ounce of sadness was left in him from that previous Monday morning.

“How the fuck did you know that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would be here in the back kitchen at Tony’s Pizza washing dishes at-” you picked up your right hand glancing at your favorite watch “12:36 am at night?”

He chuckled at your irritation and anger as you continued to ramble.

“Plus I just got this job! It’s impossible for you to figure out unless you were, I don’t know, maybe tracking my license plate? I know these things are not in my files! The only person I told about this job and how I was stuck here for a while is-”

Your phone dinged as someone messaged you. He looked at the phone still in his hands, smiling wider than before. He tossed it to you and you caught it, looking at the lock screen to see who had messaged you. You finished the sentence you were cut off from by your device with a sigh.

Steve.”

Running your fingers through your hair you re-read his message and responded back to him.

‘I’m sorry (Y/N)! He threatened after class if I didn’t tell him that he would fail me.’

“Really Rogers?!’

Even though you understood why he did it, you were upset that you were practically face to face with the last person you wanted to talk to. Tossing your phone on the counter next to you as you looked up to the familiar beautiful blue eyes you missed dearly.

“Door unlocked?”

“Yeah, you guys really should lock doors if you’re closed. Especially when the only worker is too busy singing Carrie Underwood in back room” He chuckled and you tried hard not to smile. You were mad at him; you weren’t going to easily forgive him even if his smile melted your heart entirely.

“If you want to criticize me so much why don’t you work here yourself?”

“If that meant I got to spend more time with you, then why not?”

“Seriously you can’t just walk up to me and pretend like we’re on good terms. It might be childish but you really hurt my feelings. And for you to just waltz right up to me and give me those dumb stupid comments of yours expecting me to just forgive you makes you completely out of your mind.” You close your eyes and rub your hand through your hair once more.

“What if I am here to apologize? Also..” he trailed off before lifting up a cup with the words ‘The Grind’ written on the side. “I brought your favorite smoothie?” Shrugging his shoulders and shaking the cup as if he was trying to get you to forgive him.

You stared at him with a serious look and didn’t say a word. You raised an eyebrow and he set the cup down inhaling deeply while walking towards to you. He leaned on the counter directly across from you making you both arm length apart.

“I should have defended you. What she said wasn’t right. I knew she was wrong but I just… I didn’t know what to say. We had a dinner later that day and all I could think about was-” he paused and looked at his feet. “ it’s just that dinner completely and utterly horrible. I took your advice and I told them I needed time to think about the relationship they’re setting on my shoulders. I needed time to find out what I truly want.”

“And what did they say?” looking at the floor along with him, you practically whispered the question to him.

“That if I didn’t marry Dot by the end of the month then I’m the first Barnes to fail his family.” His voice cracked and you knew that this was the first time he had talked to someone about the situation.

You paused for a second, thinking of the best thing to say to him. He couldn’t possibly be thinking of living a horrible life to please horrible people.

“So are you going to do it?” You looked at him with a questioning look. You stopped leaning on the edge of the counter, standing up straight and looking him in the eyes.

“Are you going to marry dot? She did say that you were hers- that you were ‘her man’. Are you going to throw your life away to marry a piece of scum? Are you sure you want to do that, Bucky?”

He could tell you were mocking himself and Dolores. You were repeating the nicknames they’ve called each other while simultaneously asking him in an intimidating tone. He knew you weren’t doing it in a hurtful way; but in a way to show him to choose what’s best for himself.

“No. I’m not. I don’t love her and I never will.” Looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes he inched closer and closer to you. Setting his hands on your shoulders with your faces only inches apart. Your hands still behind you gripping the end of the counter.

“Good. How do you expect to live doing things that only harm you? You’re suppose to live life doing what makes you happy and if you don’t do that then you’re nothing more than a slave.” Your hot breath hit his face as he continued to stare into your eyes.

He began to lean forward. He closed his eyes but before he could close the small gap between you you quickly turned around, grabbing a wet rag.

“I should really finish cleaning.” Was all you managed to say before wiping down the counters.

You have to admit, you knew what was happening. You were afraid of doing anything with him. You knew deep down inside that you wanted it but you were afraid. Not only that but he still wasn’t off the hook for what he did earlier that week; if he deserved anything it definitely wouldn’t be a kiss on the lips. He would have to practically earn back your trust or forgiveness. You weren’t going to be like the rest and just accept him because he’s adorable and just the funniest thing ever.

“Go out with me. Tomorrow night.” He was standing there leaning on one hand that gripped the counter edge.

Finishing the final thing you needed to clean, you wiped down the last counter and threw the cloth into the dirty pile bin.

“It’s not that I’m underage it’s just you do know that it’s against school rules for a student to date their teacher, right?” You untied the apron from behind your waist and off your neck before hooking it onto the door.

“Who said we would be dating?” He smirked at you receiving an eye-roll.

“You’re telling me that you asked me out on a date and didn’t even think about dating for a split second? I mean usually dates are the thing to get to know each other before you start dating hence why it’s literally the same word but with an added suffix.”

“God you sound like a middle school English teacher.”

“But I’m right.” You smiled and took the hair band out of your hair letting it fall to your shoulders.

“I never said it was a date, I just said go out with me.”

“Barnes, that literally is a way to ask someone out on a date” You both laughed and you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“When?”

“Tomorrow 8pm.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know, movies? Restaurant? You choose.”

“I’m indecisive. Choose.”

“Ugh fine um, movies. I heard there’s this really cool action movie coming out. Trailer was good but I forget the name. It surrounds this girl who is saving the world or something.” He stroked his chin and squinted his eyes trying to figure out the name of the movie.

“Wow you want to see Wonder Woman? And I thought you were more of a Marvel kind of guy.”

“What’s the difference? But is that a yes?”

“It would have been a yes if you didn’t just insult me! Marvel and DC are completely different things!” You dramatically throw your hands in the air earning a chuckle from him.

“I was joking!”

“I know you weren’t! But I really want to see Wonder Woman so I’ll go. Now let’s go before it’s too late.”

“Oh yeah, right. Accept the date but only because you ‘want to see the movie’” he mocked your voice and used his hands for dramatic and misused quotation marks. he picked up the sweating smoothie and took a drink before handing it to you.

“I bought this for you and it would be rude to not accept it.”

Laughing, you both walked to the front of the store. You checked everything to make sure it was clean for the next day and grabbed your bag and jacket before meeting him the front door.

“Well Mr.Barnes, you better make tomorrow worth it.”

“Oh I will, trust me, oh and call me Bucky.”

“Is your first name really Bucky?”

“It’s James but I prefer Bucky. Only close people can call me it.”

“Oh yeah, like Dolores.” You snorted. It probably wasn’t the best time to bring her up but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Okay, well, only close people who I give permission to can call me Bucky. I never gave her permission or mentioned the nickname to her; My father told her.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off in a teasing way. You smiled and tapped his chest.

“I kinda like James more” you winked at him and lust filled his eyes. He loved the way you said his name. Normally if someone said his first name he would glare at them but the way you said it filled him with desire.

You opened the door so you both could walk outside to the parking lot. You dug in your bag to grab your keys to lock the door.

“You better lock it this time!” He opened his eyes wide, teasing you.

“I wasn’t suppose to the first time.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “And what does it look like I’m doing!” You jiggled the door to make sure it was locked before giving him once last smile and wave before walking to your car.

The moment you turned you felt a grab at your wrist, pulling you and turning you around to hit his hard chest. His warm lips connected with yours and his hands wrapped themselves around your waist.

After a moment of realizing what was happening you kissed him back, cursing yourself inside for giving into him when you clearly told yourself he didn’t deserve it. After a few seconds he pulled away and gave you a smile. He turned and walked to the direction of his car while holding up his hand.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Sweet Dreams, James.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have headcannons for Mito?

- Better Than You but too classy to rub it in.

- Total nerd for seals.

- Like, so nerdy.

- Knows 95% of seals on sight.

- Probably invented half of them.

- Very gay. 

- Almost walked into a tree because Touka was flexing once. 

- (Thankfully the tree was not Hashirama.)

- Was that tomboy child whose parents despaired of her ever ignoring weapons and fuinjutsu long enough to notice a boy. 

- Still has not technically noticed a boy.

- Though if she could have a steamy affair with Tobirama’s grey matter she probably would. 

- Seriously, zombies. 

- Why did she never think of that. 

- Good at politics but hates it

- Would be first in line to gut Madara with a teaspoon. 

- This is more than their personalities not meshing (though they don’t) this is mortal enemies being forced to coexist.

- Also Madara hates cats. 

- This is clearly an indication of his massive bad taste. 

- And he insulted her hair. 

- Tobirama gets so much amusement out of their tiffs spats arguments fights battles that she suspects he purposefully maneuvers her and Madara into close quarters whenever possible. 

- This may or may not be related to why Tobirama’s hair turned hot pink for six months once. 

- And why Izuna spent a whole year convinced Tobirama was actually a river spirit in human form. 

- Caught Tobirama skinnydipping and sat on his clothes until he agreed to teach her Edo Tensei. 

- Mostly used it to cause zombie uprisings in order to get out of meetings. 

SUH DUDES. This is Matt Martin. He is a 6’ 3” 27-year old Canadian forward who wears #15 for the Toronto Maple Leafs. His main nickname is Marty. He was drafted in 2008 148th (fifth round) to the New York Islanders and started his rookie season with the Isles in the 2010-’11 season. Marty didn’t make his minors team of his hometown (Windsor Jr. Spitfires, a AAA team) so he walked onto the Sarnia Sting OHL team in 2006.

Marty isn’t known for scoring, like at all (even though he does sometimes). Ever since his sophomore year in the NHL, he has led the league in hits. For the 2014-’15 season, he actually set the league record of most hits in a season with 382 checks. He still holds this record. Because of these hits, you can also conclude that yes, he does fight often. During the 2016 summer offseason, he signed a $10 million, 4-year contract with the Toronto Maple Leafs. Basically his job with the Leafs (especially this season) is to protect the rookies – which the Leafs have A LOT of. Marty doesn’t wear a visor on his helmet because he’s half crazy. Iconic chirps from him are both to Red Wings players (in different seasons). They are “Go dye your hair.” and “you’re a fucking joke” after kicking someone’s ass - the way he says it is my favorite so that’s why it’s iconic.

He’s very close with rookie teammate Mitch Marner, and they even went on bye week vacation together with the girlfriends and another teammate and his gf. Matt basically comes to Mitch’s rescue a lot because Marns is so small and good and people tend to target him. They have pregame routines and secret handshakes. It’s cute.

Marty, prior to joining the Leafs, had a sick flow (seriously, it made me sick), but he (thankfully) had to cut it once he signed on with the Leafs. He has a really cute Rottweiler dog named Jax and they cuddle and watch tv together. His girlfriend, who is flawless, documents these regular occasions. He also has a really cute lisp and an obsession with Detroit sports (minus the Wings, obviously) and superheroes.

I had a dream last night that I was Megamind

and it was E X C E L L E N T.

It was pre-movie; I was in the middle of an evil plot that was outside the Evil Lair and Roxanne was there (!!!) and tied up, only it was really windy out and she said she hadn’t gotten her hair cut in a while, so it was a little long. 

And it kept blowing in her face, so she finally got annoyed enough with it that she told me to get a pair of bobby pins out of her purse and pin it back for her.

(!!!!!)

aaaaaaahhhhhhh and I brushed her hair back from her face and I ALMOST DIED OF HAPPINESS, LET ME TELL YOU.

Also, it is INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT to pin someone’s hair for them when you have never had hair of your own, so I was S T R U G G L I N G, but Roxanne thought it was funny and she laughed (!!!)

And I finally got her hair pinned out of her face, and she jokingly asked if she looked funny and I was already pretty flustered so I was like “no no; you look really pretty!”

and she raised her eyebrows at me and said I must rate my skills as a hairdresser pretty high and I started babbling about how she always looked pretty and it was EXCRUCIATINGLY EMBARRASSING OH MY EVIL GODS.

But Roxanne seemed to think that was funny, too, which (!!!! ??? !!!!)

And then Metro Man showed up, only I’d been so busy with Roxanne that I hadn’t actually even set up the evil plot, so I decided to pretend that there…wasn’t an evil plot. And we were still technically on the Evil Lair grounds, and Metro Man isn’t supposed to attack there unless there’s an evil plot happening.

But Metro Man was all suspicious, so I was like “no, really, nothing happening here” only he insisted that Roxanne was there, and barged past me to look for her and I was like ‘shit’, but when we got to where she had been tied up, she wasn’t there.

(she must have escaped while I was gone)

So Metro Man left and I was like “well, this day is a bust, might as well take a nap,” so I went to my bedroom and took off my shirt and lay down on the bed and okay, maybe I wasn’t exactly intending on napping, per se, but luckily I didn’t do much more than think about…that…because 

THE CLOSET DOOR OPENED AND

ROXANNE POPPED OUT

And I screamed and launched myself off the bed.

When Roxanne finally stopped laughing at that, she told me she’d gotten lost looking for the exit after she escaped, and had hidden in the closet. 

She also added “now you know how it feels when people break into your house and jump out at you, Megamind.”

I was like “I HAVE NEVER JUMPED OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM CLOSET AT YOU, MISS RITCHI; THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.”

And she was leaning up against the doorframe of the closet and I was on the floor in front of her, trying to find my shirt so I could put it on, only it was all inside out and I was flustered because Roxanne (!!!) was in my bedroom (!!!) and she was looking at me with this–expression of amused fondness and it was really difficult to try to function with that happening–

She was teasing me about screaming, which she never does, when I woke up.

…and I just realized, typing this out, that she could have easily waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking out to find the exit, but she deliberately came out of the closet while I was still awake, so she must have wanted to–see me–talk to me–interact with me more–

DAMN IT, WHY DID THE DREAM HAVE TO END THERE?!?

anonymous asked:

drabble w daveed and reader dating and reader really likes it when he has his hair pulled back pls?

Originally posted by fuckyeahdaveeddiggs

Lazy Sundays with your boyfriend was what you lived for. Daveed was busy with Hamilton and you had your job the art museum. On weekdays he came home late and exhausted but always fell into bed with a smile on his face and slept in until after you left for work. Sunday was usually spent laying in bed together, lounging around watching movies, and on occasion you would venture out and run around the city.

You sat quietly on the couch with a book in your hands with your feet propped on Daveed’s lap as he flipped though the channels on the television. You smirked as he let out a little frustrated sigh and you knew it was because there was nothing on that was of interest to him.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Daveed said suddenly.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner and then we see where the night takes us?” He shrugged.

You smiled and sat your book down, “That sounds like a plan. Can we go to that little Italian spot?”

“Hell yeah.”


Taking a quick shower, putting on a cute but comfortable summer dress, and some light make up you nodded at your reflection. When you walked out of the bedroom you found Daveed standing in the living room waiting for you to finish getting ready. You stopped and watched as he pulled his hair  back and secure the rubber band behind it. Damn…

Daveed turned around quickly, “Is something wrong baby?”

“Huh? No why?”

“You said damn,” he threw you a skeptical look.

Did I seriously say that out loud? He just looks so damn good with his hair up like that…

“No no! Everything is fine,” you laughed, “Let’s go.”


Sitting at the table waiting for your food you became lost in thought. Daveed having his hair pulled back did things to you. His hair being pulled up and him being in that costume for Lafayette was a dangerous combination that may have prompted a few questionable dressing room situations. You smirked at the thought. Now here he was looking handsome in candle light with his hair all gathered up again.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)?” Daveed waved his hand in front of you a bit and raised his eyebrows.

You jumped slightly when you realized you had zoned out and hadn’t even noticed Daveed had been talking to you. 

“Are you okay? You seem distracted and a little tense,” Daveed said with concern.

“Nope I’m good. Sorry about that,” you said with a blush, “Just remembered something that’s all.”

“Baby you are a terrible liar,” Daveed said, “What’s wrong?”

“Well um… I just…” you mumbled, “You just…”

“I just what? Did I do something wrong?” Daveed looked worried.

“No! No of course not. I just…” you took a deep breath, “I just really like it when you have your hair pulled back like that.”

Daveed stared at you for a moment and started to laugh. You huffed at his amusement and pouted a little.

“What’s so funny?”

Daveed’s eyes turned serious and a wicked smirk crossed his lips, “How much do you like it?”

“Oh I think you know how much I like it…,” you said seriously, “You did it on purpose didn’t you?!”

You watched him sit back in his seat as the waiter put the food down in front of you. He looked you right in the eye as he thanked the waiter and he casually took a bite of his food.

“I bet I know what you were thinking about… mon amour.”

You sucked in a breath and your eyes widened when he added on his accent when he called you ‘my love’. He knew exactly what he was doing. Damn it, damn it, damn him!

“Diggs…” you said in a warning tone.

“Oui?”

“You just wait until we get home,” you muttered under your breath.

You pushed your food around feeling more frustrated than hungry and didn’t notice Daveed wave down the waiter. 

“We need two boxes and the check please.”

chaosintheory  asked:

damian and jon watching a horror movie!! ((ily, my fren!!))

Sure thing, love! Sorry it took so long! 

Enjoy!

Jon: 18, Damian: 21

It was Halloween night, and the Kent residence was buzzing with activity. Clark and Lois were about to go to a costume party in the city with a few of the neighbors and their coworkers. She and Clark were going as Gomez and Morticia Addams.

“Jon, honey, are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Lois asked, fixing her hair in a small mirror near the door.

“Yeah, i’m definitely sure.” Jon laughed, popping some popcorn in the kitchen in his pajamas.

“Why not? Too cool to party with your parents?” Clark smirked, gelling his hair back.

“Nah, my parents are too cool for me.” Jon grinned.

“Good answer, kiddo.” Lois walked into the kitchen and kissed Jon on his forehead, her red lipstick most likely leaving a mark.

“Now I know Damian’s coming over,” Clark started, walking into the kitchen.

“We’re just going to be watching movies in the barn, Dad.”

“All I’m saying is that I know he just turned 21, but you haven’t. So no funny business.

“It’s really hard to take you seriously when you have that pencil mustache on.”

“Jonathan.” Clark warned.

“Dad,” Jon laughed, “I’m pretty sure if I wanted to go to a party and get drunk, i’d just go with you two to the city and dip out. Besides, Damian doesn’t drink.”

Clark sighed dramatically, “Fine, but I don’t want to hear any impromptu guests-”

“Dad, to throw a party, I’m pretty sure that means I have to have friends.” Jon grinned, hopping up on the kitchen counter.

As if on queue, bright headlights filtered into the house. It was the tell tale sign of Damian’s expensive car.

The Kents met Damian on the porch.

“Alright you two, we’re off. The pantry is stocked with snacks, and whatever that’s leftover of the candy is yours. Jon, you know where the extra blankets and pillows are. Why you two want to watch movies in that cold, dusty barn is beyond me.” Lois says, kissing the two boys on the cheeks.

“Ambiance.” Damian smiles, leaning down so Lois can reach him.

“Have fun you two! And try not to scare Jon too bad with the horror movies.” Clark smiles, clapping Damian on the shoulder.

Damian grinned, “I agreed to go easy on him with the movies.”

Jons parents drove off and left the two boys alone.

“Happy Halloween, beloved.” Damian purred, pushing up onto his toes to kiss Jon. Jon returns the kiss and breaks it quickly.

“Why don’t you change into your pajamas, and i’ll finish getting the barn ready.” Jon smiled, pushing the door of his house open with his foot.

“You might want to wash the lipstick off of your face as well.”

Jon blushes and laughs, rubbing at his cheek.


Damian watches Jon pile up blankets and snacks and leave out of the back door. He and presses a button on his watch and watches it turn into a holographic wrist computer and jumps to life in front of him. He pushes a button that activates a pocket sized drone, and sends it in the direction of the barn.

Now, Damian would never describe himself as a well mannered boy, well man now. But even as he’s matured, a few things have remained constant in his life. One being his love of teasing Jon Kent. (Another just being his love of Jon Kent). Damian smirked wickedly as he watched the small sphere fly into the barn with Jon unaware. Oh this is going to be a fun Halloween.


Damian walked into the barn wearing one of his boyfriends hoodies, and gray sweatpants. Damian looked around, the Kents have refurbished it to make it more of a guesthouse than a place for animals. (Especially now that they live in the suburbs of Metropolis. It most likely would not bode well for the Kents if their neighbors were being woken at the crack of dawn by roosters that used to reside in said barn.) It was a nice place, but shadows still clung to the corners. That’s what Damian was counting on.

“We fixed up the barn as much as we could, but it’s still pretty chilly, so I have heated blankets if you want them.” Jon smiled brightly at him. Damian noticed Jon was wearing the fleece pajamas he got him for christmas with the Batman logo all over them.

Damian grinned back at Jon, walking to the DVD player. “I believe i’ll be okay, it’s nothing compared to the cave and you’re like a living heater.”

Jon just shrugged, turning off the lights, then plopping down onto the couch.

“Are you sure you want to turn off the lights?” Damian snickered.

Jon rolled his eyes, “I should have never told you that I don’t like scary movies.”

Oh you have no idea, beloved.

Damian settled next to Jon as he started the movie.

A side profile of a doll popped up on the screen.

“Oh HELL NO.” Jon hissed. Damian hid a snort behind the back of his hand.

“Dami! You said you’d go easy on me!”

“You’re scared of dolls?” Damian goaded.

“That’s not a doll. That’s Satan. Who the hell even MAKES dolls that scary?!”

“Satan worshippers, apparently.”


The boys made it through the first fifteen minutes of the movie without a hitch.

“Oh yeah, put the demon infested doll with your baby that seems like a fantastic idea!” Jon sneered. The movie scene changes to the mother walking to her baby’s crib in the pitch black of the hallway.

Jon grabbed Damians hand.

The movie became very quiet.

Jon pulled Damians arm and put the older boys body in front of his, peeking out from behind his shoulder.  The mom put her hand on the doorknob.

“Nope, nope, nope. Oh my god, I can’t watch.” Jon whispered, nuzzling his face into his boyfriend’s neck, and hugging Damians waist.

The mother opened the door the doll popped out. Jon yelped and hugged Damian tighter.

“Oh you big baby.” Damian laughed, trying to loosen Jon’s grip on him.

“Shut up.” Jon whined into Damians neck.

The movie continued on, and Jon extracted himself from Damian.

“She’s not seriously just gonna go play in the attic, is she? Which kid plays in the attic?!” Jon hissed.

Phase 2. Damian thought with a smirk and activated his wrist computer. His spherical drone jumped to life and flew towards his boyfriend. Damian glanced at Jon, he was watching the movie with wide eyes, hugging a pillow with his knees up. 

He was so cute

Damian had to put on a blank face and will himself to watch the movie.

“Damian, I know it’s you.” Jon deadpanned.

Damian turned his head towards Jon who was glaring at him.

“I can feel you tickling the back of my neck.”

He raised an eyebrow at Jon in confusion and slowly raised his hands from his lap. Damian had to put in a lot of effort on keeping his face still when he saw Jon’s blue eyes become impossibly wide and the blood drain from his face.

“What the fuck!” Jon yelped, grabbing his neck and looking behind him, clinging onto Damian again.

“Is the movie getting to you?” Damian smirked, looking down at Jon.

“No!” Jon pouted, still holding his neck.

“Alright, tough guy. Let’s see if you can hold out to the end.”

Jon huffed and grabbed the remote to resume the movie.

To Jon’s credit, he did make it near the end of the movie; and he probably could have finished it if it wasn’t for Damian.

Damian activated his drone again, but this time he timed it with the movie.

The mother was carefully peering around a corner in the house, passing by the basement. Suddenly she was being pulled back by her hair. The drone slightly tugged on Jon’s hair at the exact same time.

Jon screamed, and shot into the air. Damian had to stifle his laugh behind his hand. Jon lunged and latched onto Damians waist.

“You’re right! I can’t do it! I hate this movie!” Jon whined into Damians chest.

Damian stopped the movie and switched it to Hocus Pocus.

He carded his fingers through Jon’s perpetually messy hair.

“Aww, don’t worry beloved. I’ll protect you from all the ghosts and goblins.” Damian snickered.

“Oh, my hero.” Jon deadpanned, turning his head towards the TV.

“But really. I won’t let any harm come to you. No matter the source. I vow to always keep you safe.”

Jon lifted up onto his elbows and looked at Damian dead in the eye. He gave Damian a gentle smile, and pressed his lips to his. Damian kissed back, holding the back of Jon’s head.

Damian pried opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Jon’s. Jon sighed, and tilted his chin. Damian broke the kiss.

“Don’t you want to watch the movie?” He asked breathlessly.

“Seen it.” Jon panted as he kissed Damian.

“There’s something you should know.” Damian smirked, breaking the kiss again. Jon made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, pushing up onto the palms of his hands trying to kiss his boyfriend again.

Damian put the drone in front of Jon. Jon simply glared at the gadget. Until it let a puff of air out against his face, and tugged at this bangs.

Damian watched Jons mouth fall open and eyes become impossibly wide. Damian couldn’t hold his laughter anymore and busted out laughing.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” Jon yelled and hit him with a pillow. Damian laughed harder.

Jon chuckled with Damian and moved to the other side of the couch, crossing his arms.

“Im breaking up with you.” Jon pouted, as soon as Damians laughter died down.

“Aww, can you blame me? It was so cute watching you jump into my arms.” Damian smirked, moving closer to him. He took great pride in Jon’s cheeks turning red.

“I hate you so much.” Jon shook his head, smiling at the TV.

Damian kissed Jons cheek. “Happy to hear it.”


When Clark and Lois came home it was in the dark hours of the morning. Clark helped a very drunk Lois into bed, and went to check on Jon.

Clark looked around the dark barn and found Damian and Jon asleep on the couch with some Halloween themed movie playing on TV.

Damian was asleep on Jon’s chest, his arms tightly circled around his waist. Jon was spread out on the couch, mouth open, snoring and drooling; one of his arms resting on Damians shoulders.

Clark smiled fondly at the scene and ruffled Jon’s hair before placing a blanket over the two.

Spectacles

Originally posted by bellamyblake-imagine

Pairings: Bellamy/ Reader

Warnings: None!! Fluff…

Authors Note: After the past few weeks I needed something good and completely angst free so please enjoy this offering of pure Bellamy fluff!

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It didn’t matter what the book was, you’d cycled through pretty much every paper, hard and electronic copy you could find. You’d spirited them away from all sources. Begging from friends, trading everything you had to obtain them.

The books were piled in rough categories of fiction and factual. By author and genre. Then even by colour and whether they were popular or not to the reader. They took up most of the floor space in the tent.

You hadn’t gotten them for you though, you’d gotten them for Bellamy. Who loved reading more than you or anyone else could have ever imagined. It was kept a closely guarded secret just ow much of a book worm the tough as nails leader was. You thought it was probably that you and Octavia were the only ones who knew about his addiction to literacy. You didn’t understand his reluctance to admit his hobby but were willing to respect it all the same. After all he respected all of your flaws and idiosyncrasies.

Which is why you were about to sell what felt like your sold to Monty for what on the ark would have been worth pennies.

“Seriously Monty you’re killing me”

“It’s a steep price Y/N” Monty looked up from where he was tinkering at his still. “But these are grade ‘A’ goods”

“When’d you get so mean Monty?”

He laughed appearing from behind the still to dangle from 1 finger what you so desperately wanted.

“One time deal Y/N”

“Evil Monty” you placed the few extra rations you had saved and a sparkly hair piece that you had no idea why he wanted down on the table. “Evil”

“Don’t try and swindle me. Cough up”

Gripping tightly to the small packet of batteries you reluctantly handed them over. The only new batteries left in camp and probably on earth. They had been yours and now they belonged to Monty.

“Your goods my lady”

Into your hands Monty place the contraband. A pair of crack free and undamaged prescription strength glasses. You carefully put them on the chain around your neck and left Monty to work with his still.

Dusk had fallen while you’d been talking to Monty and in the way it did on the plant dusk turned to the black of night even with the short walk to the tent you shared with Bellamy.

He was sat in their bed leaning against the crates they had built up as a rough headboard. He was blinking adorably at one to the history books from the piles of well-worn books. At your entrance he jumped guiltily quickly hiding the book down the other side of the bed.

He was shirtless which distracted you for a moment and had frustration line radiating around his forehead but when he saw it was only you he relaxed. Head falling back against the crates.  

You came over sitting on the edge of the bed “Head still hurting?”

He grunted absently bringing one hand up to rub at his temples. “The words just won’t stay still Y/N” he sounded distraught at the fact.

“Hey” you pulled his hand away, using it to pull him upright once again so he was looking at you “I may have an answer for that”

“What?” he was rubbing at his temples in frustration “How?”

You pulled the chain out of your shirt and over your head “here” you unclipped the glasses and handed them to Bellamy “They’re your prescription”

Bellamy’s eyes widened as he took the glasses off of you holding them gently in one hand. “Where did you find them?”

“Monty” you pulled your legs up underneath you, knee pressing against Bellamy’s leg. “Try?!”

Gingerly he put them on making you smile as he looked up at you posing a little for you. They didn’t suit him at all, the frames to heavy and colour completely wrong for his copper skin tone. Even so if they worked, who cared what they looked like? All you wanted was for his headaches to leave him alone.

“Well?”

He grabbed your face in large hands kissing you roughly, letting his forehead rest against your own.

“What did you have to give him?”

“Nothing all that important”

“Y/N” Bellamy sounded cautious, very cautious “I know what Monty charges for trade, I’ve been trying to stop it for weeks. What did you have to give him for these?”

“Nothing I wasn’t willing to give babe, promise” smiling you pulled away from him leaning over his legs slipping slightly and ending up sprawled over him as Bellamy held your waist to stop you falling.

“How do you even walk?” he asked laughing as you wriggled down a bit further to grab the book he’d thrown away.

“I’m perfectly co-ordinated thank you” you pulled yourself back up pushing the book into his chest as he smirked at you. “Here, read something to me”

When he still didn’t look convinced at your previous explanation you pouted “Please Bell” you leant forward kissing the tip of his nose then cheek, jaw, chin and neck interspersing the kisses with soft pleas of “please Bell, please Bell, please Bell”

“Fine, fine” he laughed again grabbing you so no more ticklish kisses could get to his skin. “Fine get changed and come here”

Smiling because as always you’d managed to convince him to do pretty much what you wanted you jumped off the bed pulling the layers of clothing off until you only had a tank top with holes in the neckline and your panties on.

You then slid into bed beside Bellamy who predictably pumping out heat like one of the old Ark solar heaters. He wrapped his arm around you as you laid your head on his chest.

“What are we reading?”

“History, Marcus Aurelius” he ran his fingers through your loose hair “thank you babe”

You snuggled in closer to him “doesn’t matter”

Bellamy found his page again in the book and his lilting voice flowed through the verses there. It was calming to you in a way you’d never imagines you’d ever find. Listening to Bellamy read to you.

You hadn’t been tired when you’d laid down but soon enough listening to Bell you felt your eyes start to droop. “I’m going to sleep now” you whispered softly against his chest.

He kissed the top of your head “sleep sweetheart”

You obeyed quicker than you thought possible closing your eyes and dropping off. Bellamy felt the tension drain from your body as you fell asleep. He let his hand rest on the back of your head as you slept on him. Safe in his arms.

He glanced down at your face, it worried him this deal. He knew how unreasonable Monty’s black market deals were becoming. He would have to talk to the boy tomorrow.

On the other hand you had been right, with the glasses on he could see, the words were finally cooperating and staying still. Sighing to himself he kept a tight grip on you as he finally got to read his book once more.

Only you

credit to the owner for the original picture

It’s only ever been you.”

word count: 0.9k

genre: pure angst

warnings: you might be left with a broken heart


You looked at him and smiled as the nostalgic feeling knocked on your door. A tear threatened to escape your eye, so you bit your lip as you gave him a thumbs up, encouraging him from afar. His gaze upon you made your heart flutter, but you knew that this feeling wasn’t right. He knew it too, however, there was nothing that could be done. Your love for him will forever be profound and after this day, your relationship will forever be strictly platonic.  

“Taehyung, I think I lo-" 

"Y/N! I’ve been looking all over for you.”  

You released a deep sigh as you turned around, facing your best friend with a fake smile plastered on your face.  

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, wanting to get her as far away from Taehyung as possible. 

You knew how she was. The type of friend to steal the love of your life away right before your eyes, saying that if you didn’t make a move, then she would. At first, you took it as a scarily encouraging joke, but the moment you saw her confess to your 3 yearlong crush proved you wrong. You stood there, dumbfounded and heartbroken as he pulled her into an embrace, pearly white smile beaming down at her as she snuggled into his chest. Not this time… she won’t steal him from you too.  

“I was hoping that we could grab lunch together – hey, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” She said, eyes undressing Taehyung as she checked him out from head to toe. 

“No. If you want to grab lunch, then let’s go.” Your voice was stern, slightly angry at the fact she would do such a thing when she already knew who he was due to you always blabbering about your undying feelings for him. Yet, she had the audacity to say such utter bullshit in front of you. 

“I'm Taehyung.” He said, offering a hand in which she gladly accepted, holding onto it for too long. 
 
“Wow, you have such big hands.” She released a flirtatious giggle as her fingertips ran down his chest.  

Upset and hurt, you walked away, leaving the two of them standing there. From that day on, she would always ask about him, despite being in a relationship with your ex-crush.

“Hey, be a good friend and give me his number.” She said, smiling as she thought about him. 

“No.”  

She looked at you, anger flashing in her eyes as she spoke. “Why the fuck not?”  

“I don’t want you around him. You already have a boyfriend so fuck off." 

"You’re seriously still upset about that? It’s not like you had a chance with him anyways.” She laughed as she twisted strands of her hair. 

“If you weren’t such a slut and didn’t throw yourself at him, then maybe I would have.” You raised your voice. “You’re a fucking bitch." 

"Please, enlighten me." 

"You knew I liked him. You fucking knew. Yet, you still confessed to him.” Your voice began to broke as tears streamed down your cheeks. “How dare you?" 

Her eyes trailed to the figure approaching behind you. Taehyung. She began hitting her wrist on the table, making sure to injure herself. The moment Taehyung came to your side, she fake burst into tears as she began screaming in pain. 

"How could you do this to me after all I’ve done for you?” She shook her head in disbelief as she began to pack her things and leave.  

From that day on, Taehyung stopped hanging out with you and instead, found himself at home with her. All you could do was standby and watch as they fell in love, or in her case, fucked him until he thought he was in love. Heartbroken, lost and confused, you graduated alone, with no one there by your side. Every bit of confidence flowed out of your body when you passed by them in the hallway, watching his lips come in contact with her cheek as she smirked at you. Your heart shattered into fine powder as his lips would mingle with hers, his hands wrapping around her tiny waist as she ran her fingers through his hair. God it hurt, and she made sure to rub salt in your wound. 

You let out a pained sigh, tears unknowingly welling up in your eyes as the vivid flashbacks came to an end. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, frowning at the memories that you locked away for so long. Your memories may have slightly faded, but your feelings for him never did. 

“If anyone has any objections towards this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”  

Looking up, your gaze connected with Taehyung once more. His stare pierced your soul and look as though he wanted you to speak up. But you didn’t. You merely watched with tears in your eyes as they exchanged rings, lips locking momentarily after. He looked at you once more, but all you did was give him a pained smile. He’ll be happier this way, even if you weren’t. Standing up, you clapped for them as they walked down the aisle, red rose petals lying on the ground. Purposely walking slowly, he kept his arm tangled with hers as he faced forward, fake smile plastered on his face as he spoke loud enough for you and only you to hear. 

“I loved you." 

A single tear escaped your eyes as you smiled. "I still love you.”  

But like his confession, yours was also too late.  

“You’re so hardheaded!” { Zach Dempsey Imagine }

Request: hey can you do a Zach imagine where the reader has like a really bad temper and they’re arguing before a party and she gets so mad she throws her mascara wand at him and he thinks it’s really funny? thanks, love!

{ I really hope you like it! And I’m sorry if it did not come out the way you were hoping }

9:13 pm

“Y/N, let’s go!” You heard your boyfriend shout from the opposite side of the bathroom door. “I told Justin we would be there at 9!” he rambled on. You rolled your eyes and laughed silently to yourself. You two were attending an end of the year party over at Jessica’s house tonight.

“Cool it, Dempsey!” You shouted back at him before you finished styling your hair. “You can’t rush art,” you said matter-of-factly, which earned a loud groan from him.

Not even two minutes pass by before Zach decided to let himself into the bathroom. When he swung open the door, you were pushed to the side causing you to spill the bottle of foundation you had in your hand all over your white top. You paused for a moment while staring into the mirror at your shirt.

“Oh shit, Y/n.” He started while covering his mouth, clearly trying to hide his laughter. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You dropped your beauty blender into the sink before gripping your shirt in your hands. “Are you kidding me right now Zach?” Your tone was cold and harsh. “I just bought this shirt and you fucking ruined it!” You spat while trying to shove him out of the bathroom.

Try as he might, Zach couldn’t hide his amusement anymore. He had a clear smile on his face and he could not stop himself from chuckling down at you. “It was an accident Y/n. Calm down it’s just a shirt.”

You clenched your fists and furrowed your brows out him. Does he not realize the time and effort you put into looking this good? “I don’t want to go the party anymore.” You spat back at him.

“Seriously? Stop overreacting and just change so we can go!” He pleaded while running a hand through his hair.

“You think that I am overreacting? Do you even know how much this shirt cost me? This makeup stain won’t come out Zach!”

“Fuck okay sorry! I’ll buy you a new one, I don’t care! Let’s just go already!”

“Go without me then, because I’m not going with you.” You said while attempting to close the door on him.

“Why do you have to be so hardheaded.” He said while placing one hand firmly against the door so you couldn’t kick him out.

You reached for your the nearest item near you, which just so happened to be your opened mascara wand that was sitting on the sink. “I am NOT hard-headed!” you yelled angrily before throwing the wand in his direction. The black ink nailed him directly in the nose, leaving a trail across the bridge of it.

He turned to the mirror to look at his face. He used his hand to try and wipe it off which just ended up smearing it more. You crossed your arms tightly across your chest while looking at him. “You deserved that.” This is when he began laughing loudly.

“What’s so funny?” you asked him, a stern look still plastered on your face.

“I can’t believe you seriously just threw that at me.” He said amongst his laughter. Hearing him laugh only urged you to start laughing too and before you knew it, you were both standing in the bathroom laughing at the thick black line on his face. After a moment, he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry I spilled makeup on your shirt, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He said while brushing some hair out of your face.

“And I’m sorry I threw my mascara at you.” You giggled while using a makeup wipe to remove the smudge. After cleaning it all off, you planted a kiss on his lips.

“So that party…” He began to say before you cut him off.

“Okay, Dempsey.” You laughed, “Let me just change first.”

Every Me And Every You - Twenty Nine

“Care to tell me how long you and Spencer have been screwing for?”

Shit.

SHIT!

Nope.

So much nopeness happening right now.

You laughed, hating how nervous it sounded.

“Me and Spencer? Don’t be so ridiculous, Em.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, annoyed.

“Are you seriously going to try to lie to me, Y/N?”

Yes. Yes you were.

You started to nod, then realised what you were doing, your body betraying you.

“Haven’t got a clue what you’re on about.”

You walked to the sink washing your hands and then adjusting your jacket, smoothing your hair down and wincing as you saw a tiny purple bruise starting to appear just above the choker.

Fucking Reid…. Damn him.

“Alright. I’ll spell out my suspicions for you, lay the evidence on the table. All night I’ve watched you two shooting each other looks. The past few weeks you both have your cells out at the same time and to anyone paying any amount of attention to you both, it’s clear to see that you’re texting each other. Then you both slope off, minutes after the other and I come into this bathroom and can blatantly hear two people fucking. So I wait outside, just behind the door waiting to see who comes out first. And low and behold, it’s Spencer Reid. And there’s no one else in here, Y/N.”

“Did he see you?” you asked, panicked.

“No he didn’t see me,” she scoffed.

You sighed. She knew, she’d heard. There was no other explanation you could give her other than the truth.

Well. Not the whole truth.

“How long?” Emily asked again.

“A few months,” you begrudgingly told her.

“So are you two dating? Why haven’t you told anyone? We wouldn’t judge. We love you both to pieces.”

“We’re not dating. That’s why we haven’t told any of you. Cos there’s nothing to tell.” You searched in your bag for your lip gloss and compact, touching up your make up.

“So you’re what? Friends with benefits? With Reid?” Now she looked like you’d told her the sky was red.

“Pretty much.”

“But… It’s Spencer… Reid… He doesn’t… He hardly ever….. You’re seriously having casual sex with Spencer Reid?”

“Yes Emily, I’m seriously having casual sex with Spencer Reid. You just heard us fucking remember. Don’t worry, I was as surprised as you were when it happened.” You dragged your fingers through your hair, smartening it up.

“What about Dan?”

You shot her a look.

“He is Dan isn’t he? That’s why you legged it so quickly when I ran into you at the theatre. Because you were with him.”

“You got it.”

She furrowed her brow for a second. “But if you’re just fucking, why were you out on a date?”

Extremely good question, Emily Prentiss. Extremely good question. Because to anyone else it would have seemed just like a date.

“I erm…… I started my period earlier in the day when I was at his. We’d already made plans to spend the night together so we thought why waste it. So he called up and got last minute tickets. We’re still friends, you know. And we’ve hung out plenty of times before. We just occasionally bang each other.”

“Wait…. So if he’s Dan then all the things you’ve been telling me about how good he is in bed….that’s really about Reid?”

You pressed your lips together to stifle a laugh as you watched her wrestle with certain things you’d told her and try to apply them to Spencer.

“Oh my god! You gave him a twelve!”

“Well, he deserved it.”

She shook her head slowly. Finding out you were screwing her innocent looking colleague was one thing, but the knowledge that he was good in the sack was completely blowing her mind.

“Emily. You can’t tell the others. We said we wouldn’t let it affect work. If the others find out, then one of us will end up leaving the team.”

“Why will you? That rule about interdepartmental relationships is a myth. It’s fine as long as it doesn’t become a conflict and affect your work or that of the team.”

“It would affect the team. Can you imagine the teasing from Derek and Penelope. They’d never let us live it down, even after we stop.”

“So…. You’re planning on stopping this?” She played with a strand of her own hair, thinking.

“Well at some point yeah. We can’t fuck each other for ever. Eventually one of us is gonna want a relationship.”

“So have the relationship with each other then. You’re obviously attracted to each other, it wouldn’t be that far of a leap from what you’re doing.”

“It’s just sex Emily. That’s all we’re doing. There’s no feelings involved here. We made that clear from the start.” You spritzed yourself with the travel sized body spray you carried with you.

“Hmmm,” she replied.

“Hmmm? What’s hmmmm meant to mean?”

“Nothing at all. Just hmmmm.”

Nobody ‘hmmmms’ for no reason.

“No, you mean something. Spill.”

“Nah. It’ll be more fun when you figure it out for yourselves.”

“Emily, I’m serious. It’s just sex,” you told her, dropping your things back into your bag.

“Sure, sure. For now.”

“Oh, whatever.” There was no point in arguing with her when she got like this. “Just promise you’ll keep your mouth shut around the others.”

“I promise. You know me, keeper of all secrets.”

That she was. The woman was like fort knox with secrets sometimes.

“Shall we go back?” she asked you.

“I guess so.”

You exited the bathroom together and made your way downstairs. At this point, you’d been missing for around thirty minutes so when Garcia spotted you both, you told her that the shots must have disagreed with you because you’d been vomiting. You were gonna go, you told her. Get a cab home.

“Do you want one of us to come with you, make sure you’re okay?” she asked, concerned.

“Nah it’s fine. I’ll see if Spencer wants to share a cab, it’s not like he’s dancing anyway.”

You hugged her and Morgan goodbye, and then gave Prentiss a quick hug, her whispering in your ear “Off for round two?”

“Oh shut up, Em. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Making your way to Spencer, you told him you were going, and did he want to share a ride?

Not that Penny or Derek were close enough to hear, but you weren’t taking anymore chances tonight.

He looked at you curiously and then downed the rest of his beer, leading you out of the club.

When you were outside he turned to you. 
“Why was Emily with you when you came back?”

“The person who came into the bathroom halfway through? Her. She saw us both head in the same direction and was suspicious. She was also stood behind the door when you left. She knows.”

“What exactly does she know, Y/N?” His eyes were hard on your face.

“Oh as if I’d tell her that. She thinks we’re just fuck buddies, friends with benefits, whatever. Because essentially, we are.”

“I knew it was a bad idea getting into this with you.”

“Oh thanks! It’s not like I wanted her to know…. You’re the one who pinned me up against the wall and started groping me. It’s not my fault she walked in.”

He sighed, shaking his head and starting to walk down the sidewalk to where a line of yellow taxis were.

“I know… I know. It just, complicates things.”

“Reid, she won’t say anything. She promised.”

“I guess it could have been worse.”

“Exactly,” you told him. “It could have been Garcia that found us. And you know she’d totally be planning our wedding right now if she knew. There’s no way she’d believe we weren’t actually together.” You laughed and he chuckled back, the atmosphere broken.

“And for that reason, she must never EVER know.”

“Oh I feel ya. Can you imagine… Us. A couple!?”

“I know right…. Come on Snow, let’s get you home and to bed. I’m feeling round two is in order.”