Crazy Chicken Misspelled

Cosmo: time for me to expend an unprecedented amount of energy to get him to smile!!

Oh hey you three! What are you up to? Just eating ham and cheese sandwiches and drinking milk?

(quick aside where Cosmo and kathy are already close enough to eachother that they have whole conversations about cheering Don up without saying a word)

Wait a second, Cosmo, what did you just say?

Its….. 1:30 in the morning?? You guys have been chilling out at Don’s house just…. chatting…. getting a post-midnight snack…. until one in the morning?? what a perfect time to SING A SONG ABOUT HOW IN LOVE YOU ALL ARE

it sure is guys

look at how they both have the exact same dancing relationship with Kathy this whole song even tho only two of them are in a romantic relationship

WHAT A GREAT DAY TO BE POLY AND FROLIC AROUND WITH YOUR TRIAD

They’re literally just goofing around and having fun?? They’re having the time of their lives??

okay return to your regularly scheduled blogging while I cry

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your standard spy vs spy, working for rival organizations. doing that weird we’re enermies but hot damn thing. waking up handcuffed to a bed like that was not part of the plan, but wow am i into it

the au in which one of them is a fifty seconds away from being a victum. saving their life, running from the badies, calling you their hero jut before the dramatic kiss. 

that au in which one of them an innocent civilian, and the crushing guilt of the lies and spying, but you cant loose them. 

that au in which one of them is a not so innocent civilian. the one with the criminal record. the political assassination that really needs to happen. except you just cant

the mr and mrs smith, finding out your significant other is a spy after you’ve been hitched. shouting at each other with guns drawn over the kitchen table

the twist on the mr and mrs smith, where one of you knew the whole time. and the betrayal hurts, because theyre holding a gun to your head while you cant help but ask if any of this was real

the spy on the run, unsure who you can trust in the world. but then there’s this one person, that might be worth learning to trust again

the spy academy fic, cause apparently spy academys are real. or maybe we just like training montages and those spy kids movies

the handler and the field agent. the voice in the back of your ear that says, dont you dare right before you blow the whole block up. voice kinks are probably a thing.

the quartermaster and the field agent. because no for the last time im not making you an exploding pen, even if you blow me in the r&d labs

the boss and the field agent. not doing paperwork, those debriefing sessions that never actually manage to get to the point. there’s just something about that wooden desk and aren’t you going to punish me for not following orders.

the partners, who alone are leathal but together make the most incredibly spy duo possible. somebody from r&d says you could be drift comptable the way you fight, and only one of you know what that means, but they insist its a compliment. realziing that working together as a team might also mean working together in bed

the standard mission fic. working together to save the day. snarking, kissing, punching the baddie in the face for daring to look at them for too long.

that mission where you get assigned to be lovers, because clearly the only practical way to take down the big bad is to act super cute and cuddly. sharing beds? so much ust it hurts?

that other mission where you have to pretend to be a fake family, in this weird domestic neighborhood, except those feelings you’re having right now are def not familial 

the honeypot mission. watching your partner seduce some mark and trying not to have a fit, because the only person whose hands should be around that waist are yours

the moment when your lover gets kidnapped by the baddie (and sure they may be a spy too) but that doesnt mean you aren’t going to destory everybody in your path until their safe

the figuring out how to be domestic, because all we know how to do is assassinate people, and you want to be able to wake up one morning and curl up against them, not instinctively wanting to reach for your gun