#I love how he’s trying to be so affectionate but she definitely needs a shower lmaoo

[mirohlayo]

Hi, can I request a Reader x F1 grid story where reader breaks her arm/leg and she can't race because of it, but she still attends the races to watch with her team? And then the drivers start to draw on her cast as a feel better soon gesture.

Maybe she also posts it on her social media throughout the day to show fans the progress of the drawings.

Thank you so much xxx

P.S. Love you writing

Hi !! So as you requested I used the F1 grid, but only the drivers who I write for originally (+ Albon). I also wrote reader as a F1 Academy driver to make it more easy to write and more realistic. It's the first time I write something like this, so hope you'll enjoy it girll !! ᥫ᭡

DRAWINGS ON MY BROKEN ARM

( because maybe you just need some love from your handsome friends. )

warning : none just a broken arm, a cast and fluff

note : I really struggled a lot to find some good cast pictures, these ones are a bit awful lmaoo sorry

word count : 1.3k

It was not planned. This was absolutely not what was planned.

As you get out of the car with difficulty, greeting pleasantly the driver who kindly accompanied you to the Suzuka circuit, you try as best you can not to move your arm too much. If you make unnecessary efforts you will tire yourself out for nothing.

You absolutely did not choose to break your arm. It was due to a mistake, a very big mistake indeed. While you were testing your car during free practice, during a session where the falling rain flooded the track with water, your tires did not grip effectively and you found yourself thrown against the wall, in a fairly serious crash. surprising.

The teams immediately helped you, and while everyone was asking you if you were okay after this crash, that's when you realized a big problem: yes, you were okay, but not your arm. . And after a short stay in the hospital, you now find yourself - or rather your arm - stuck in an amazing cast.

You obviously cannot participate in the next F1 Academy races. But you can, however, do something else that is much more energetic and beneficial for you in the state you are in: attend the F1 race which is currently taking place in Japan.

After all, being locked up for almost a week in your apartment was totally boring and you really need a little fresh air, and above all the passion for this sport to stimulate. Being a very close friend of certain drivers, you did not hesitate for a single second to accept your team's proposal when they offered to accompany you to the Suzuka GP.

Now there you are in the paddock, trying to slip through the others to get to the Mercedes garage. There where you find Georges, who smiles with all his teeth at the sight of you.

“Hello you” He walks over to you and starts to wrap his arms around you in order to give you a hug, but a reflex immediately makes him step back. “Oh sorry, I forgot you have a... little problem” He struggles to finish his sentence, grimacing at the sight of your wrapped arm in a cast.

You giggle before patting his shoulder. "Are you better since your crash? I saw that a few days ago and I was really scared for you." His eyes scan you, he is worried about you. You smile softly at him to reassure him. "Don't worry. I may have a broken arm but that won't stop me from supporting you in this race."

“Oh, Y/n!” Lewis' voice calls out to you, and you turn to face him, Charles next to him. They both smile at you, taking care not to touch your arm so as not to hurt you further. "I'm so sorry about your crash. You must definitely be disappointed." Lewis affectionately caresses your shoulder, a show of affection and support.

"At least you're alive, that's the main thing. It's good to see you here, the other guys miss you you know." Charles explains the situation, telling you how worried and scared the pilots were following your accident. You also received several messages from them on instagram, in which they supported you and showered you with kind words.

“Y/NNN!!” Daniel screams your name from afar, a big smile on his face as he almost throws himself at you. “Hey watch out for his arm.” Lewis alerts Daniel so he doesn't hurt you, but he doesn't seem to hear anything and comes to take you in his arms. “Daniel, I’ll go back to the hospital if you continue.” He finally pulls away, carefully observing your cast.

“Maybe I should call the others, they’ll be happy to see you.” Charles volunteers to bring the other drivers back, while you chat with your friends. They are all very respectful and very attentive, they are sincerely empathetic towards you.

In the distance, you finally see the rest of the boys arriving.

“Here’s my girl.” Lando comes to wrap his arm around your shoulders, a smirk present on his lips. You push him away, grimacing to tease him, and he holds his heart as if you had just broken it into a thousand pieces. "I know I shouldn't have sent you that 'get well soon' with a red heart on Instagram, hypocrite." He pretends to roll his eyes but his smile betrays him.

"Indeed, you shouldn't have. Your teammate was the first to message me and that's why he's my favorite boy today." Oscar tssk while crossing his arms, however amused by the situation. Max, Carlos and Alex are discreetly added to the group that has just formed around you.

“Even with a broken arm, you can do a lot of things you know.” Max told you in a confident manner. “Like Lance last year.” Carlos chuckled at Lando, both nodding at the same time because they thought the same thing. You can't help but feel alive again.

It's true that the last few days were difficult. Alone, injured and locked in your apartment, you no longer had much of a taste for life. You kept asking yourself questions about your future, about the rest of the races of the year. You were also worried. But you knew that coming here, being surrounded by your closest friends again, laughing and talking with them, was all you needed. You can only be grateful to them.

“I have an idea guys!” Alex then exclaims, drawing attention to himself. “Since Y/n is injured, and her cast is… white and bland, we should draw to give her courage.” He said while pointing at your cast. The other drivers nod, agreeing with the Williams driver's idea.

“I will have the honor of drawing first!” Then begins George, who is already ready to fight to have his drawing on your cast. "She wants a drawing of her favorite driver which is me. Too bad for you, George." Lando, and his sassy attitude, is ahead of the Mercedes driver. “I bet I draw better than all of you so let me do it.” Carlos steps forward to assert himself.

They seem to be on the verge of fighting over who will have the honor of drawing best, or who will draw first. You laugh while calming the situation. "Look, you're all going to be able to draw. We just need some markers." You remark, as you wave to your team in the distance to help you.

It doesn't take long before they arrive with a small pencil case filled with different colored markers. You then sit on a chair in a corner of the garage, the nine drivers around you. Oscar is the first to draw on your cast, while the others are still fighting over who will go second.

In the end, after a good session of laughter and slightly failed drawings, the result is there. Your plaster is decorated with designs, each one as extravagant as the last, but that doesn't matter, because their intention comes from the heart. This sincere gesture will certainly give you courage for the rest of your adventure, you are sure of it.

And as they all give you one last smile, one last hug, they leave to prepare for the approaching race. You end up joining your team further in the VIP stands, ready for the start of the race. “What a beautiful cast” Your engineer nods at the magnificent designs on your arm, and you smile. “Beautiful may not be the word, but it’s very precious to me for sure.”

And as you share a laugh, the red lights go out, as the din of cars echoes throughout the circuit. For a moment, everything seems wonderful. It's crazy how a simple little attention like drawings can brighten up your day a little more. And can also brighten up the day of others, like those of your fans for example...

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yourusername: maybe no more arm but at least I have my handsome boyys ❤️

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danielricciardo: if anyone wonders who drew the beautiful star, it’s me ✌️😁

⤷ landonorris: you wrote on her arm instead of her cast you dickhead

⤷ danielricciardo: I was feeling different 😜

user: Alex just writing his name makes absolutely sense

user: no cuz they're literally the SWEETEST ahww

⤷ yourusername: only oscar cuz he's the one who drew the best

⤷ danielricciardo: but you said it was me earlier

⤷ yourusername: i lied plus you literally drew on my SKIN instead of my cast 😠

landonorris: my girl not giving any credits to my amazing beautiful drawing 💔

⤷ yourusername: yeah cuz you have no talent, keep it up it's awful mate 🔥🔥

⤷ landonorris: hypocrite I hate you

charles_leclerc: take care of yourself y/n ❤️

georgerussell63: I slayed, my drawing is lit

⤷ yourusername: no 🙄🥱

user: i need friends as precious as them, love their friendship !!

[0mg-bird]

bombshell of the bau was soo good, I need more of those two pls!!!

Aghhhhhh thanks! Okay, upon popular demand, here’s a part two.

Bombshell Of The BAU~ Part II

Spencer Reid x Fem!Agent Reader

Summary: With all the attention you get, it’s hard to hide something as scandalous as what you and Spencer have going on. Often times, it comes down to stolen moments and too close calls.

But you don’t expect the team to find out the way they do.

Warnings: Tehehehehe. Okay, 18+ content, suggestive material, smut, MDNI, um they’re so cute! Morgan being a c!ck block on like too many occasions, slight voyeurism kinda?? Exhibitionism kinda? Two second mention of Reid’s addiction. Reader gets hurt by UbSub but she’s fine. Idk, enjoy.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” Emily asks as she walks with you down the hallway.

You pull the clip from your hair so it softly falls down around your face. A sigh leaves your pouty lips that are long gone of lipstick.

“After the day I had? I’d much rather take a very long shower, order room service on Hotch’s dime and watch Sex and The City.”

Emily laughs. “That sounds pretty perfect to me. Hey, did Morgan really make you crawl up in that attic?”

A shiver runs through you. “I don’t want to relive that trauma.” You claim.

She rubs your arm affectionately. “Well, you try your best to recover.”

“I’m a fighter, I’ll be okay.” You say dramatically, flicking your hair out of your face.

Emily drops you off at your door. “Call me if you need anything.” She says.

“Aw, sugar, I can always count on you.” You place a kiss on her cheek, the way you always do as a goodbye to your female agent friends.

You dig the room key from your pocket and press it into the slot. Though, you don’t push the door open, you instead look to the elevator where Emily disappears in, headed down to the lobby where most of the team resides.

When the coast is clear, you briskly turn further down the hall, passing multiple doors until you come to stand at the right one. Sparing another glance over your shoulder, you raise your knuckle to the wood.

The door opens after two knocks, and that arm raised in the air is grabbed and tugged, making you fall swiftly into the room.

You let out a soft giggle, though it’s cut off by an equally smiley kiss.

The door clicks shut behind you as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Spence.” You sigh dreamily against him. “Long time, no see, handsome.”

He pulls back to look down at you, that lopsided smile you love so much, playing on his lips.

“I saw you this morning at the station.” He reminds, letting his hands roam up your sides to hold your face.

He’s learned how to be comfortable in his actions, knowing now that you aren’t going to push him away when he reaches out. For three months, the two of you have been hiding this well kept secret, and maybe it was wrong to keep something like this from the team but…

Both you and Spencer agree that it’s nice, having something to yourselves.

So that’s why the two of you steal away any moments you can, like being on the same hotel floor after solving a case.

You give a pout. “But I’ve been stuck with Morgan all day. He was so cruel to me.”

Spencer matches your rutted lower lip. “Oh, he was cruel, huh? How was he cruel, angel?”

You love it when he calls you that.

Your hand slips into the hair on the back of his head, it’s definitely gotten a little longer.

“Made me follow him all around town, boosted me up into an icky crawl space to search for evidence.” You explain, trying to kick your heels off.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Spencer jokes, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

“It was a miserable, miserable day.” You sigh, dropping a few inches in height once your shoes are off. “But I’m here now and let me tell you, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Spencer gets that slight blush he always does. “Have you?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pulling him down for another searing kiss.

Instantly, lips are parting and he’s tasting that unique-to-you taste of your tongue. Maybe it’s a placebo effect, but after awhile, he’s addicted to that sweet flavor that lingers on your lips.

You sigh and melt into him, ready to forget about all the work the two of you went through today. Taking your hand, you grasp one of his and bring it down to your belt. He gets the hint, then quickly tries to get you out of the clothes you can’t bear to be in any longer than you need to be.

While you pull his tie loose, he pulls the concealed carry holster from where it was tucked inside your waist band. He sets it on the nearby table, then pulls your shoulder holster off. You chuckle against him as you pull his own fire arm off and join it with the other two.

“So many guns.” You comment.

Without a risk in the way, he untucks your blouse. “Occupational hazard.” He adds.

Slowly, articles of clothing are making a home on the floor, and once you’re down to your underwear, you’re falling onto the bed with a laugh.

“You’re on my hair.” You wince.

“Sorry.” He adjusts, gripping your waist as he flips the two of you over.

Knees on either side of his hips, you’re free to do the thing you’ve been thinking about all day. Your favorite thing is the little gasp Spencer gives you when you first create a dizzying friction against him. You absorb it with your mouth on his, hands on his cheeks, manicured nails slightly pressing into his skin. You still haven’t figured out what flips inside of you, or what it is exactly that he does that makes your brain think ‘I want to eat him’.

“What time are we flying out tomorrow?” You ask, placing his hands on your hips.

His fingers flex into your skin, and drags you against his lap.

“7:00.” He answers, knowing how much you hate early mornings, and long flights home.

“I have a bone to pick with that Hotchner guy, I think he’s out to get me.” You huff. “He ships us out when the sun comes up, he puts me with Morgan all day, and he never lets me hang around when you’re doing paperwork in the briefing room.”

Spencer, much more brave now, trails his lips down your jaw and neck.

“That’s because you’re distracting.” He states.

You gasp. “I am helpful!”

“Helpful when you have your hand between my legs under the table?”

You giggle. “I’m helpful in more ways than one, baby, and you are no better than me.”

With a slight disbelief of his eye, he pulls away from tracing your pulse with the tip of his tongue, and shakes his head at you.

“How am I no better?”

You slightly tug at the ends of his hair. “Spence, you almost got us caught when you shoved me into the conference room on your lunch break and Emily was looking all over for me.”

He smirks, feeling all too proud of himself for that bold move. “It was my lunch break…I was having lunch.”

Ever since Spencer learned how much he enjoys his face between your thighs, it’s like he’s a junky all over again and can only go so long without making you fall apart for him. You remember thinking that there was no possible way the two of you could get away with it as he pushed your skirt up and sat you on the edge of the table, kneeling before you. You also remember thinking this was one of the hottest things he has ever done.

In the beginning, you were worried that he thought you only wanted sex. The sex, it’s great, it’s …well, it’s wow. But being with Spencer means laughing more than you ever have, spending days off together, holding his hand in public and going to as many bookstores as he likes. It’s all so much more than you ever had before.

At work, it’s the same as it’s always been, you shamelessly flirt and Spencer, being the victim of your sultry ploys, keeps stumbling his words and hardly ever raises red flags.

Sure, the team noticed that he’s a little more out of his shell, has more confidence about him, but they just think he started believing all those compliments you tell him. In all actuality, he just feels proud that he has someone like you in his life, whose socks end up in his laundry and who leaves lipstick stains on the collars of his shirts.

Fingers trace up your spine, raising goosebumps on your skin as they aim for the clasp of your bra. He’s getting pretty good at undoing the hooks.

But just before he can try to beat his time, a knock comes from the door.

The two of you pause, your lips pull back, your fingers leave his hair.

“What do we do?” You whisper.

Panting slightly from the lack of oxygen he receives when your tongue is slotted to his, he just shrugs. “Maybe they’ll go away.”

Just like that, your hips continue their motion and he’s going to free your chest.

Another knock.

“Reid, it’s Morgan.” The voice comes.

Spencer lets out a rather irritated huff, his eyes shut as he swallows hard, willing the man to just go away.

“Reid! Open the door.”

Nope, he’s not leaving.

“Son of a bitch.” He grunts.

“Oh, watch that dirty mouth, Doctor.” You tease as he pulls you off his lap.

He stands, running through mathematical formulas to try and calm down in his boxers. He scoops up a sweatshirt that lays on the back of the desk chair and pulls it on. In a panic, you roll off the bed and hide behind it on the floor, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Reid-”

Spencer pulls the door open. “What?” He snaps.

Derek is surprised by his bluntness, but he takes in his disheveled appearance and is more confused.

“What were you doing?” He asks.

“R-reading.”

Derek looks at his bare legs. “Without pants on?”

Go away, go away, go away.

Spencer breathes out. “I was about to take a shower. Now, what’s up?”

Morgan folds his arms over his chest. “Everybody is downstairs, don’t be a loner up here.”

Spencer shakes his head. “I’m pretty tired so uh, I’m gonna turn in.”

Morgan looks at him for a moment too long. “You sure you’re okay? You seem…flushed.”

“I’m fine, Morgan, really.” He reassures.

Laying face down on the carpet for a few minutes while the two men hash out whatever it is Morgan needed to, you come to the realization that you’re actually exhausted. By the time Spencer finally gets Derek to leave, you’re sitting yourself back up on the bed with a frown.

“What is it?” His brows furrow as he sees your expression.

Never have you ever had a partner so attentive, so loving in every touch they gave you. But Spencer runs his fingers through your hair as you tell him how you long for sleep, and he reassures you that it was okay you weren’t in the mood anymore.

He brought your bag from your room to his, though you truly just fell asleep in a t shirt and panties.

In the morning, you pretend you were in your room the entire night, and you meet the team in the lobby, fresh faced and ready to fly home.

“What’s your plans for this weekend?” Morgan asks after discussing with Emily what she’ll be doing.

You, who is currently taking up too much space on the couch, look over at the pair and shrug.

“I’ll have you know I have a very hot date with my bathtub when I get home and a very big plan to clean my apartment.”

That was all a lie.

You’d be over at Spencer’s this weekend, you’d be spending all your time with him, acting like a normal couple in public, having dinner and he’d get flustered when you’d kiss him in public.

But the team can’t know that.

Spencer comes back from the back of the jet, only to see his spot on the couch has been taken by your legs. He stares at you for a moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to sit here?” You innocently question.

“Yeah, I’d prefer to.” He nods, watching you smirk.

“All you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Please?”

You sit upright, planting your feet on the ground. “Always so eager to beg.”

Emily laughs, Spencer goes red in the face.

To them, it’s exactly how it always has been between the two of you.

He sits beside you, not too close, but your fingers twitch to reach over and touch him. Your nails go to your mouth instead to keep them busy.

Without truly paying attention, Spencer reaches over and tugs your hand away from your mouth and instead hands you a sucker he pulled from his bag.

It’s such a domestic act that though there’s nothing too suggestive about it, Emily notices. She clocks the behavior as something a little odd. Sure, you and Reid have always been close but since when has he carried around things for you?

Truly, you should’ve known that Emily would be the first to suspect something, but you continued on blissfully, believing that the team was so caught up in everything else that they wouldn’t catch what was happening right under their noses.

“The station was able to get us last minute rooms but there’s only four available, some of us are going to have to double up.” Hotch says nearly a month later on a case in a small Texas town you were only supposed to be in for the day.

But when the case turned into something far more complicated than anticipated, the team opted to stay for a bit longer.

The team shares a few looks as Hotch holds the motel room keys in his hand, all knowing that he wasn’t about to bunk in with Rossi anytime soon.

“I’m not sleeping with Reid.” Morgan declares as he begins to feel like it’s going to be assumed. “Make the girls share a room.”

All three of you begin to protest, knowing you’re fine with sharing but not fine with Morgan making that decision for you.

He holds his hands up in surrender.

JJ, always such a leader, looks to you. “If you and Prentiss want to share, I’ll bunk with Reid.” She sighs.

Spencer starts feeling like he’s a child again, watching his parents talk about custody, knowing one parent truly doesn’t want him.

The suggestion, though innocent, has your nails pressing into your palms. It’s a terrible idea in your mind, because here is a chance to stay with your golden boy for the night and it’s getting taken away.

“I’ll stay with Spencer, I don’t mind. Is that okay with you, Spence?” You turn to look up at him, innocent smile, sultry eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Fine- it’s fine with me…I’ll take the floor.” He stutters awkwardly, sealing the deal with a cricked smile that’s very Spencer Reid.

Hotch narrows his eye as he hands you a room key. “Keep the flirting to a minimum.”

“How can I when he just makes it so easy?” You joke, taking the key.

As you grab your bag, Morgan begins to uncontrollably laugh.

“Go easy on him.” He jokes. “He’s a romantic.”

“Morgan.” Reid sighs, following behind you.

“You have a fun sleepover! Hey, you still got that whistle? Yell fire if she gets to be too much!”

I glanced back at Morgan, shaking your head before looking to Spencer. “Come on, lover boy, I don’t bite.”

“Yes you do.” He mutters.

“Only sometimes.”

Hotch prays he’s not going to get an email from HR. He’s already hearing it from Strauss, a meeting needs to be set up for inappropriate conduct between coworkers, and everyone knows Garcia and Morgan aren’t the only ones to blame, not when you’re addressing Spencer as ‘handsome genius’ in work emails.

The door clicks shut and you turn the lock, letting out a sigh and taking in the modest room, everything decorated in a dated western fashion.

“Were you serious about taking the floor?” You ask, causing him to look back over to you.

“If you want me to, yes.”

Bless him and his gentleman qualities, it has you wanting to jump him in the most passionate way.

“Now, why would I want you to be down there when I’ll be up in the mattress all alone? Here I thought you had a high IQ.” You tease, opening your go bag. “You mind if I shower? You could join me if you want.”

The offer is tempting.

“I better stay here in case someone comes knocking, might be a little suspicious if we’re both dripping wet at the same time.” He says, feeling proud that he still can think logically, though it’s far too hard when you’re around.

A smirk pulls at your soft lips. “I thought I was the only one who knew anything about being dripping wet.”

Spencer becomes flush, his cheeks burning as he says your name, prompting you to stop your explicit behavior.

“Sorry, baby, it’s just so easy.” You come to kiss his jaw before finding your way to the bathroom.

The shower is warm and the low light in the bathroom is soothing, you rinse clean and shampoo your hair, making the steam smell like your scent. Spencer browses the minimal television selection, then fights his urge to unmake the bed because he knows you’ll want to adjust the blanket and sheets a certain way.

“The water pressure is surprisingly good.” You say after about fifteen minutes, coming out, releasing that waft of steam.

Toweling your hair, you come back to your bag to find your various travel lotions, though you don’t get very far because Spencer is looking at you like you just hung the moon.

“What?” You ask, slightly adjusting your robe with an unsure smile.

He smiles softly. “I just…it’s unfair how beautiful you are in every form.”

Your heart swoons like it always does when he’s around.

“You have no room to talk, mister.” You remind, abandoning the skin care and come to stand between his knees that he parts for you.

Your finger traces the line of his jaw as his hands gently place on the backs of your thighs.

“You’re so sexy with your hair pushed back like this. Did you start wearing it like this because you knew it would drive me crazy?” You ask coyly, half teasing, running your fingers through it.

“It’s getting long.” He says.

“Nonsense, I love it.”

“You love everything.”

“I love you.”

The two of you pause. Those are three words you haven’t exactly expressed often. It’s been said, in a ramble from Spencer where it just came out and you had beamed up at him like you’ve won a prize.

Now, you say it with certainty, and he wants to hear it again.

“I love you.” You say with more intensity, leaning down to where you have his face in your hands, holding him there as you kiss him.

“I love you too.” He mumbles against your lips.

You don’t pull away when he slowly reaches for the tie of the silky robe, you’d never reject him.

He’s already lost his shoes and socks, his tie and the top buttons of his shirt, but he loses more as you help him. Further up on the bed, you let the open robe fall off your shoulders, not feeling bashful as he studies you with his eyes.

Spencer could never look at you in anything other way than adoration.

“Hotch is dumb.” You decide in his lap, placing his hands on your hips.

“We’re taking advantage of the situation.” Spencer declares, face falling to your shoulder as you sink further down onto him.

“I feel no remorse.” You breathe.

This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, the first time was a long time coming and it was perfect. So gentle and warm and everything the two of you craved. You laid in his sheets and traced the freckles on his skin and it’s a moment you think of often because you often don’t get them.

Now, you have a moment and are seizing it.

“You okay?” You ask with the drag of your hips.

“You’re heavenly.” Spencer proclaims, tasting the clean skin of your neck.

“Spence.” You gasp, getting the hang of a rhythm. “Fuck.” The word leaves your lips as soon as he thrusts up into you.

You and Spencer have always worked well together so this is no different.

It’s addictive, the feeling stirring in you, the shear pleasure washing over him. He knows a thing or two about addiction and he can confidently say that you make him feel far better than any needle in the vein did.

At some point, with your hands in his hair, mouth hot against his, and his grip moving you how he wants…

Your phone rings.

At first, you do your best to ignore it, but it continues in an annoying fashion.

“No.” You plead, trying to chase that oncoming feeling.

“Who is it?” Spencer breathes heavy as you reach for the device.

“Emily.”

His head falls in defeat, movements slowing, prompting you to answer.

You do your best to not sound aggravated as Emily asks if she can bring dinner by, but the idea of a burger does sound nice.

“Yeah, we could eat.” You state, free hand over Spencer’s mouth to keep him quiet as your slow movements continue.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Emily states in a kind yet suspicious tone.

“Will do, thanks Em.”

You throw the phone away, overwhelmed and determined to reach the high that was slowly slipping away.

“I hate our team sometimes.” You determine, frustrated that you lost momentum.

Not so gently, Spencer adjusts you to be on the mattress, taking over when you threaten to call off the entire idea because there was a stumble in the step.

“They should just know not to call on the off chance two coworkers are breaking HR rules.” He jokes, entering you without hesitation, making you gasp out.

The roll of his hips is slowly bringing you back to the precipice at a dangerously fast rate, leaving your legs to shake a touch.

“Emily is going to be here soon.” You stress, digging your skull into the pillow.

“We’ll be done before then.” He assures, reaching his hand down to rub his thumb against your clit in a hot friction.

“Emily could stand here and watch for all I care.” You state, pleading for a release. “I just- I need it, baby, please.”

“I know, I know, angel, you’re going to get it.”

How could a man be so soft when he’s doing such dirty things to you? It’s a mystery you’ll never quite understand, but Spencer has always been a wonder, so this is to be expected. He’s coaxing you to the finish, letting you suck on his shoulder to keep your noises down.

And when it happens after the build up of waiting for weeks, it hits like a tidal wave, leaving you speechless, open mouth gasping silently for air. Spencer is shuddering and pressing his face into that space between your jaw and collar bone.

You half expect a phone call, some kind of urgent message that will ruin this moment but nothing comes. It’s just you and Spencer.

At some point after getting cleaned up, you lay side by side, limbs tangled. Your eyes threaten to shut at the way he traces the shape of your face.

“Sometimes I’m just waiting to wake from this dream.” He whispers, tucking hair behind your ear.

You hum. “It’s not a dream, that’s what makes this so great.”

He shifts slightly, tilting his head down to brush his nose to yours. “Sometimes I think it is, because in what reality am I really the person you choose?”

You don’t like that, it obvious on your face. “I’d choose you in every universe, even if you don’t choose me.” You say sternly, a hand pushing his hair back.

He likes when you’re genuine. Well, you’re always genuine, but you also always have a face on, one of coyness and humor. When you’re like this, emotionally bare, he likes you the most.

“I’d never not choose you.” He states before turning to kiss your wrist.

You want to comment about how romantic he is without trying, but Emily knocks like you knew she would.

The two of you spring up, thankful you’re already dressed. You take a calming breath as you head to the door, and Spencer quickly tries to straighten the wrinkled sheets.

Emily isn’t dumb, she knows something is different, but she truly doesn’t suspect anything yet, which is questionable because she has a perfect view of signs that indicate adult activities when she comes in to deliver the burgers.

She goes and tells JJ that the two of you act different, a little more guilty, but Emily doesn’t know for sure until a completely different scenario comes about.

Two weeks later, when you’re sent into a living nightmare. Hotch makes the call to send you into the Unsub’s house alone first, you do it without hesitation because that is just how you do your job when it comes to the life or death of three missing children.

“House is clear, I’m going down to the basement.” You say into the com on your vest, confirming your safety to the team.

But you speak too soon, the Unsub does something the profile was wrong about. Hotch sent you in there because he suspected the man to be submissive to confident women of higher standard.

Though you were cautious, you weren’t expecting the Unsub to attack you at first chance.

You do your best to fight back and get the kids free, but you’re completely blindsided. Who knows what would have happened if SWAT and the team didn’t storm in when they did.

When you sit in the back of the ambulance, in shock, a paramedic cleaning up the gash on your forehead, Spencer is there with concern and comfort.

“The kids?” You ask.

“They’re safe, they’re going to be okay.” He reassured, holding your hand between both of his.

“I didn’t…I should’ve-“

“Shh.” He frowns. “You did good, angel, everything’s alright. Do you feel okay?”

Your brows draw and you shake your head. “I don’t feel well. Do I look well?”

“You have a concussion, sweetheart.” He says, gently pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Am I still gorgeous?” You ask in a dreamy voice.

“You’re always gorgeous.” He assures, cradling your cheek. “You’re just gorgeous with a head injury that you’re going to go to the hospital to get it looked at.”

Your eyes shut as you hum, the warmth of his palm runs through you. The two of you embrace gently, completely forgetting how casual you are supposed to be appearing.

The team sees it now, of course they do.

You’ll have to explain the secret you’ve been hiding from them later, but now you’re just listening to Spencer’s voice murmur to you, wrapped in his FBI jacket, fighting the urge to adjust his hair.

[rhiannonsknife]

── .✦ DATING RHIANNON LEWIS

— summary: dating rhiannon lewis hcs.

— warnings: fem!reader. established relationship. canon-typical violence. some fluff. and when i say ‘some’, i mean the first point. after that, things went downhill. nsfw content. mdni. knife play. spanking. i didn’t beta read.

only finding out that you‘ve pulled a literal serial killer when your girlfriend comes home covered in blood.

sure, you‘ve had your suspicions that rhiannon was hiding something before: you would occasionally hear her leaving the house late at night whereas she would later claim she went on a walk with tink (who walks their dog at the crack of dawn??) and you sometimes catch a glimpse of bruises when rhiannon comes out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel. but she would always come up with excuses for these as well. so realization only really dawns upon you when you get off work early one day, ready to curl up on the couch with some of rhiannon’s ice cream while you wait for your girlfriend to come home. when she does come home shorty after, she’s covered in blood (or dragging a body down the hall, thinking she’s got the house to herself). the prolonged eye contact when she notices you sitting on her couch, the spoon sliding from your grip and clattering down onto the hardwood floor…awkward.

being the only exception on her kill lists!!

rhiannon’s kill lists would make anyone uneasy. except that, for you, it’s oddly endearing because she considers you her only exception once you get to know each other and start dating. she shields you from her darkest thoughts, and despite her usual disdain for people, she’d genuinely want to keep you close. if anyone ever crossed you, though…not only would they immediately make it onto her long list of people to murder, rhiannon would instantly start plotting her next kill. it’s how she shows her love <33 she would definitely have unique love languages guys!! instead of overly affectionate stuff, she probably tends to keep an eye on the people around you to make sure no one ever wrongs you. if someone does, she would obviously try to offer comfort, but her solution would probably be a) unconventional, and b) rather blunt: “want me to kill them for you?“, “i could make their life miserable, y’know?”

taking care of her after a particularly rough night.

do you endorse murder? not exactly, no. but rhiannon has convinced you that all of her victims genuinely deserved it and you know better than to question your girlfriend. what she does out there, you’ve decided, is none of your business. that only changes when she returns back home from her killing sprees: that’s when you’ll help her change her clothes, or run her a hot bath to wash off the dried blood from her bare skin! taking a bath with rhiannon and kissing her bruised knuckles one by one to soothe the ache <33 washing her hair for her, massaging her scalp and her burning muscles in the hot water of the bathtub <33 having her lean against you until it gets too cold to stay in there <333

taking care of her after a particularly rough night.

while she appreciates these loving gestures, it isn’t always what rhiannon needs. sometimes, to be taken care of isn’t what she craves. sometimes, when the adrenaline has not yet ebbed and she comes home in blood that’s still wet and warm to the touch, what rhiannon needs is to take you. in this disheveled state, she will come bursting through the door, stripping out of her clothes the second it falls shut behind her. seeing that you’ve waited for her to come home on the couch, she will snap at you to get on all fours for her, her fingers already unbuckling her belt as she speaks. also: rhiannon who wears the strap when she’s out killing people so she can get down to business right away once she’s back home <33

rhiannon, who doesn’t necessarily needs your touch or for you to make her feel good. the sight of you getting fucked is enough to get her off too.

she’s not opposed to the idea of using you for her own pleasure occasionally. it’s quite the opposite, actually: she loves how eager you are for this, often asking her to use you. but the point is that she doesn’t need that to feel satisfied: watching you work for it, bouncing on her strap whilst she’s still covered in blood or begging for her touch whilst you kneel before her, sucking on her fingers, is more than enough for rhiannon.

rhiannon who fucks you from behind in front of a mirror so she can see your eyes roll back whilst also looking at the reminders of her previous kill.

the blood is smeared all over her as she pounds into you from behind: it’s dribbling down her chest, trailing down the valley between her exposed breasts -she has taken just enough time to unbutton her shirt for you. so you have something to look at, she’d claimed with a grin. you’re not complaining now that you can watch them move with every deep thrust of her hips. there’s blood on your body too. a crimson handprint on each of your ass cheeks. a trail up your spine. rhiannon is making sure you’re marked up in the evidence of her actions. “look at me” she orders sharply as your head falls into the pillows to stifle your cries. when you don’t immediately obey, her fingers tighten in your hair at the back of your head, forcing you to look up by tugging on it. “look at me” rhiannon repeats, moaning as if she could actually feel your pussy clench around the silicone cock. her eyes roll back in the reflection as she looks at the mess she’s made of you, a reminder of the thrill of her murders and the fact that you’re so willingly hers in spite of that. she cums untouched at the realization.

she loves to worship your body.

rhiannon loves to do this when she’s not caught up in the adrenaline rush and actually has time to fuck you good. that’s when she’ll make you strip for her or use her beloved knife to tear the clothes off of you.

okay pause because i need to get into that for a second: rhiannon, who tears your clothes apart with her knife.

she lies you down beneath her, on a night where you’ve got all the time in the world, and reaches for the knife she always carries around with her. it’s slightly unsettling, but you trust her. “tell me to stop and i will” rhiannon murmurs against the back of your neck, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. she snickers softly when she notices, her fingers running up and down your sides first. then, suddenly, there’s the sharp, cold sensation of the blade against your bare back. you inhale sharply and rhiannon soothes you. “shh” she whispers and you can feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin. “let me have this” and then she’s cutting through the fabric of your shirt smoothly, tearing it off of your bare body once she’s done, before tracing the shape of your outline with the blunt side of her blade. she’s committing every detail of you to memory, following every curve and dip of the body she loves most with the same weapon she normally uses to take lives.

anyway, back to what i was saying. rhiannon worshipping your body.

she adores your body and she will use every chance she can get to remind you of it. once she has you naked beneath herself, there’s no stopping her. she will cover you in kisses, tasting every inch of skin her mouth can reach, licking up the side of your neck before whispering: “gonna fuck you so good” into your ear. and, god, she does: rhiannon who fucks you deep when she’s got the time to!! holding one of your thighs up while her mouth is sucking marks to your pulse point and her hips are grinding in a slow but steady rhythm, stretching you out around her and reaching in so deep.

rhiannon, who moans when she’s literally just finger fucking you.

her jaw goes slack when she first sinks two of her fingers into your wetness, her lips parting against your own so she’s panting right into your mouth. rhiannon’s lashes flutter when she pulls her fingers back, her eyes watching you closely as she pumps them back into you again and again. her face is mirroring your own: mouth agape, brows drawn together in pleasure, eyes hazy with lust. the little ‘uh, uh, uh’ sounds she makes with every single thrust….

she gets rougher in bed after longer periods of time without killing anyone.

she’s claiming to be fine when you go on longer vacations with her but clearly she isn’t. she can’t even enjoy the scenery or all the activities you suggest without feeling the tension of not having the weight of her knife in her pocket. all this pent-up tension leads to her becoming increasingly frustrated and rougher when she’s fucking you. it’s not like you mind it, much, but it’s still a noticeable change: she’ll push you more frequently, fucking you into a state of overstimulation where you literally can’t walk properly for days. her hands are much more aggressive as they tear off your clothes or land hard smacks on your ass that make you cry out in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. she fucks herself into exhaustion, either by having you on her cock in various positions or by using you for so long she’s a babbling, breathless mess near the end of the night.

rhiannon, who tells you to shut up.

as much as you both enjoy hearing the other during sex, sometimes it’s just not what rhiannon needs (specifically when she’s using you for her pleasure). when she’s sitting on your face or grinding against your thigh, she doesn’t need you to tell her how hot she is, she doesn’t need your words of encouragement or praise. she needs you to shut up and take it. “fucking shut up, will you?” she hisses, pinning your wrists down above your head, her lips lingering above yours as she humps your thigh. “shut up and take it”

— i might add more to this or write a part 2 if anyone wants to hear more of my horny rhiannon thoughts <3

[jordiemeow]

headcanon of what supernatural being ATP would be? and how they would be w human reader?

yay ❤️ ok ❤️

honestly i could compare them all to soo many but for the sake of not yapping i’ll pick one for each

was stuck between vampire and mermaid for this one but i think tashi’s beauty + how alluring she was is integral to the story. the whole “sirens luring sailors to their death” thing except it’s the demise of art and patrick’s friendship. she has everyone in the story wrapped around her finger—art, patrick, all her peers at school. even brands are fighting to use her name at such a young age.

i think when tashi calls to you with her song, her intention is the same as always: luring sailors or stray wanderers on the beach to their deaths. but you're so naive and sweet that she can't bring herself to do it when you squat down at the water's edge to extend a hand to offer a shell you'd picked up earlier. after that, she continues to visit, sharing stories of life below the waves and bringing you her own gifts from below to compare with yours from the human world.

i know this was probably intended as more humanoid creatures but art is sooo dragon to me. he can be sly and deceitful, as seen when trying to orchestrate the downfall of patrick and tashi's relationship. maybe that's why he's attracted to patrick in the first place: flashy rich kid. and then tashi: beautiful, rich, talented woman. he’s a hoarder! wants things that most people can't dream of having. but his treasure is the people he loves (first patrick and then tashi.) and now you.

he doesn't like sharing. it's not in a "you're my property" kind of way. it's just that he's tied himself to you completely and losing you would be devastating to him. definitely not above manipulating you to keep you around... but at the end of the day it's done out of love. keeps you curled up with him and all of his other treasures. loves shiny things but as far as he's concerned you're more blinding than any goblet. breathes ice not fire. obviously.

or he’d be a cute little gnome to put in my pocket :3

guysss it’s not just bc he’s hairy i swear. only partly (i love patrick zweig bush). werewolves are very loyal creatures and pack-oriented; art and patrick were tied at the hip throughout their teenage years (and they bond for life.) something something something patrick stuck in wolf form without art/tashi and he only comes back to himself when he meets them again in 2019. that's why he's so happy to see them because they brought him back to humanity. do we see the vision or no

he'd be very protective over you, but even when he isn't in his canoid form he's like a big dog. always draped over you, very touchy and affectionate, and extremely scent-driven. has no issues whatsoever when your shower routine slips. in fact he probably encourages you NOT to use deodorant/perfume when it's just the two of you. avoids you during a full moon for your own safety and lays low for a few days, but sometimes he shows up in your doorstep all bloody and in dire need of medical attention, insisting he does not need you to call an ambulance. the first aid kit under your sink will do just fine.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

We love Johnny in this house (and Haechan too).

Just wondering, what would it be after the Janeshit ep? Do you think that Sweets gonna be a little bit awkward for a while? Because if I were Sweets, I might not even talk to them, at least before I feel better HSHSHS 😭 Need to know how Sweets handle the outcome that ep

Alright so I didn't intend on the Jane ep being more than one part so I'll just provide some additional details here!

So, the way the Jane ep fall in the timeline is shortly after Sweets and Jae get back together. Jaehyun is trying to be more open and mindful of his actions and feelings, but sometimes he slips up!

Since Sweets was (objectively) the one who was hurt more, obviously she's more hurt so for a while she's going to be apprehensive and more on the shy side

In my head, Sweets doesn't really hold it against Jaehyun or any of the guys. I think that the snarky, snide, passive aggressive comments are something that happen mostly between girls (you don't have to agree, but it's subjective) so Sweets doesn't expect them to fully understand.

Would it have been nice to have them all step in the first time around? Yeah, duh, but I think a lot of shock was going around the room at the aggression coming from Jane.

Jaehyun is definitely more loving and affectionate to Sweets after everything goes down. He want to make Sweets feel loved and express how sorry he is because he does feel really bad. He kind of beats himself up for letting Jane affect you as much as it did, especially because you're both in a still somewhat fragile place.

Sweets tries to be a bit more standoffish after it all but Jaehyun is too stubborn with his affection that he easily knocks those walls down.

AND! Jaehyun does get a full lesson on the hidden snark to keep an ear out for and definitely promises to be her knight in shining armor should anything like this arise again!

TLDR: Sweets tries to be standoffish but Jaehyun is too damn cute and stubborn while showering her with his love that it really doesn't remain an issue. Jaehyun learns the ins and outs of passive aggression as a lesson

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Rogneto Headcanons

Magneto absolutely adores Rogue. He forgets how to breathe every time he lays his eyes on her and he reminds himself that this is real life.

He never lets Rogue forget how beautiful she is. He worships her. His lips trail all over her body, leaving her trembling and whimpering his name, yet he continues to kiss her body, complimenting how heavenly she is.

Rogue is big into snuggling Magneto. She prefers to drape her body along his, her head on his chest and her leg between his. She loves listening to his heartbeat, finding it soothing. She feels safe with his arms wrapped around her, his fingers playing with her red and white curly hair.

Sometimes they don't shower together. Magneto prefers warm water while Rogue showers beneath hot water, finding it soothes her aching muscles. Unless they're trying to get it on, they compromise and her legs are wrapped around his waist and he's pounding her against the shower wall.

Magneto enjoys rubbing and squeezing Rogue's ass. He loves how it feels in his hands and when they're laying on their sides, her back against him, he's rubbing her ass affectionately, occasionally giving it a squeeze every now and then. He can't help but stare at her ass as she bends over to pick something up and if she's in nothing but her underwear, she's definitely creaming on his cock.

Rogue loves it when he lays his head in her lap and she can play with his hair. Or stare into his icy blue eyes. She has a bad habit of smothering him in kisses, even if they need to go somewhere. "One more kiss," she'll mumble against his cheek, continuing to pepper him in kisses.

Rogue wonders how lucky she is how she found a man like Magneto. He's kind, handsome, smart, respectful, and offers her his full support. She's able to touch him. Able to be loved and held by him.

Rogue likes hearing him talk about things that interest him. He'll talk about the latest novel he read and his theories or whatever goes on in his beautiful mind. She'll stare up at him with a smile and sigh lovingly, thinking about how handsome her man is.

They're big on dates. Routinely, once a week, Magneto takes her out to either their favorite restaurant or a new one. Being the gentleman he is, he'll pull her chair out for her to sit and pushes her in. He pays for the whole meal and then if the night is beautiful, they go out for a nightly walk.

A/N: Oooh I love these two so much!!

[thelonelyshore-if]

I want to request Beck sfw alphabet in case no one else has. I need it for...reasons.

I hope you're doing well, or as well as possible at least.

I'm trying to take it one day at a time; so I'm doing as well as can be expected. I hope you're doing well, too <3

Beck's alphabet below the cut!! I had a lot of fun with this one :3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate, but it's definitely in their own way. They're very teasing and playful, and they tend to show affection by trying to do things together rather than like…being warm and fuzzy. They do also show affection through kissing. Lots of kissing. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Beck is a wild friend to have. They're somebody who loves fun and adventure and basically never thinks about consequences. They'd be the friend you go to if you just want to have a good time, but probably not someone you'd talk about your trauma with. And the friendship would start when you do or say something that catches their eye–and they're pretty easy to impress, haha.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ehhh up to a point. And that point is like. Five-ten minutes. Anything longer than that and they'll get restless and start to fidget. They really don't like feeling trapped in one place for too long. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Nope! But he's alright at cleaning and quite good at cooking–baking especially. His go-to strategy to blow off steam in the winter (when it's too cold slash icy to be outside) is to furiously bake until he manages to calm down. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It wouldn't be pretty!! Beck is bad with emotions!! He'd be tempted to just ghost you, even after a long term relationship. And even when he did sit down with you to do it he'd be prickly and defensive and try to get it over with as quickly as possible. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Not good!! Dating stresses him out enough, marriage sounds impossible. It will take a LOT of character growth for him to even consider something like marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Eh, Beck can be a bit rough around the edges. She doesn't know how to comfort people, especially because she's more of the ‘run away from all my problems’ type. She does try, though. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She's pretty hug neutral. Likes them well enough but doesn't seek them out. Her hugs are typically quick squeezes.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Ahahahaha. Ah. It takes a while. Though I could see her blurting it out without meaning to in a really intense emotional moment. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Beck can get pretty jealous. Not as much in a relationship, although it does definitely happen, but especially when they’re crushing and things aren’t official. They’re very clingy–trying to get MC’s attention, trying to be playful and endearing and fun. And they can be a bit catty with the person they’re jealous of.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Hot and fast and wild. Burning. Beck doesn’t do anything slowly and kisses are no exception. They like kissing their way down your torso, and they like being kissed on the neck and shoulders.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Beck’s great with kids! Like a camp counselor, or a little league coach. Not so much like a parent.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Sleep in as late as you can manage. Wake one another up with kisses–or more. Shower together after. Beck makes a big breakfast, unless you’re in a rush to do something–then grab something fast. The only times this would be broken up are days she decides to go for a morning jog. Mornings are probably the time she goes the slowest overall–she isn’t a morning person.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Staying up late doing something fun and entertaining. Motorcycle ride, going out to a bar, bonfire on the beach, ghost hunt in the forest. Never boring, if she can help it. You probably could talk her into getting cozy and watching a movie, but she’d get antsy half way through. Once it’s good and late and she’s exhausted, collapse into bed together. That’s her ideal night, anyway.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Beck claims to be an open book. Beck is a liar. She’s very open about surface-level things, and will openly complain about her (many) grievances with the town, but anything deeper? Her emotions–her feelings for you? That you’ll have to pry out of her with a crowbar.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

They’re quick to anger, quick to cool down. They don’t really hold grudges.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Eh, Beck tries their best. They remember the big stuff–like your birthday–but their mind tends to slip on the details. Especially if they’re distracted when they hear about it in the first place. They’re not the best at retaining that sort of thing.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Looking to the future: Beck’s first date will be an (optional) motorcycle ride, and then a walk along the river.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

VERY VERY VERY Beck will fight literally anyone or anything to keep you safe. They act without thinking, they’ll straight up tackle a monster unarmed to try and protect you. They’re a good shot and scrappy as hell, too, so they stand a chance. On the opposite end, they don’t actually love being protected. It makes them feel weak–like they should have been able to keep themself and you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Beck gets creative with dates–or, as creative as they can in Easthaven. They don’t like doing the same thing twice, and put a lot of effort into keeping things exciting. As for gifts, they aren’t so much the type to agonize over getting you the ‘perfect gift’. More likely they’d buy something on impulse that reminded them of you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s reckless to the point of self-destruction, terrified of commitment, and would rather die than talk about his feelings. He also isn’t always the best listener. If his mind wanders or he’s distracted while you’re telling him something, there’s a not insignificant chance he’ll forget what you said altogether. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very. Beck knows he’s attractive, he’s proud of that, and he works hard to keep it up. He likes looking good. Likes being desired.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh. Hm. This is complicated for them. Not for a long time, I think, but if you managed to get them in a dedicated relationship and they managed to get over some of their commitment issues, then I think they might lean this way, yeah. MC has the potential to become their whole world.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Beck is ambidextrous. Their grandpa was the most important person in the world to them, and they haven’t felt the same since he passed away. They don’t like sweets much but do like soda. In middle school they once accidentally started the science classroom on fire and was suspended for a week.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think one thing that would really unsettle Beck is a partner who tries to boss them around. They don’t mind somebody looking out for them–in fact, somebody tempering some of their more unwise decisions would be good for them. They like being challenged. But being treated like a child or a rowdy teenager would be an instant turn-off.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Beck’s somebody who can sleep just about anywhere. They prefer being cozy in bed or on a couch, sure, but they won’t balk at sleeping somewhere strange if it means getting a few hours in.

[thelaughtercafe]

Duncan, Gwen, Courtney, Izzy and Heather with an s/o who loves cooking and sneaking food for them

Tea Type: Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Duncan/F! Reader, Gwen/F! Reader, Courtney/F! Reader, Izzy/F! Reader, Heather/F! Reader

Length: 505

Summary: N/A

Duncan:

Pretends it doesn’t matter but gets possessive as Hell, and threatens anyone who says they’ll tell on you. 

If around others he’ll brush off the gesture but the moment he has you alone he’ll return your affection tenfold, letting his guard down to be soft and hold your hand, kiss your forehead etc. 

He’d rather die than admit it, but you make him feel special and needed, and like he matters to someone for things other than competitions. 

Definitely brings out his softer side overall. 

Honestly, I think once you guys get out of the show, he’d learn to cook for you too- he wants to make you feel as flustered as you make him. 

Gwen:

Absolutely melts whenever you show up to your cabin with her favorites in hand. Nothing makes her more whipped than affectionate gestures like that- and it makes her love you all the more.

Will try to match by doing more overt gestures herself, like offering you her clothes or accessories so you guys can match. 

Heather says something snarky and gets a muffin at her face for her trouble(one of Chef’s, not one of yours. Yours is too valuable.)

Sets up the cutest picnic dates in the forest both to hide from Chef and spend time with you. 

So grateful for you, honestly. 

Courtney:

Also loves to cook actually, so she makes it a competition to try and out-do you. 

She tends to be more private in her romantic relationships but it becomes a lot more obvious to the others when you both get caught smuggling the others favorite ingredients and snacks.

Tries to brush it off when she gets teased for her sweet actions, but she’s super flustered. 

Worries she’s not doing enough now and again until you remind her you’re doing it because she does more than enough and you just want to shower her in the same love she gives you. 

Excels at baking so lots of cute dates where she makes dessert and you make the entree.

Izzy:

Is astounded by all the different ways you know how to cook things she really just puts whatever over a fire or eats it raw.

You really help her expand her palette and she has even more energy now because of it. 

Wants to learn anything and everything about cooking now- constantly following after you and bouncing around the kitchen like a maniac. 

Teaches you her more rudimentary cooking skills too…it’s not very good, but you love her so you help her make even cooking over an open flame delicious. 

All the other campers are grateful.

Heather:

Doesn’t show it but actually really worried you’ll be caught, and is terrified you’ll get in trouble or worse from trying to be too kind. 

…blackmails and bribes other campers to give you time in the kitchen and distract Chef/play guard dog. 

Acts surprised every time even though she always sees it coming.

You’re just too kind for your own good- you can’t even help it. 

“Oh my God, for me? How did you know?”

[jazzyblusnowflake]

I know you've said before that N likes watching his girlfriends smooch, but does Uzi like watching N and V smooch? Idk, she's got that kinda vibe to me but at the same time I can see it getting her worked up and then wanting to join in

(also I guess I should ask whether V likes watching N and Uzi smooch just to complete the trio, though if I had to guess her reaction to that it would be teasing both of them relentlessly while they're trying to enjoy themselves)

Might be back with more questions later but I can't think of anything else rn

Oh definitely yes XD

mini snippet below

N and V got closer to one another BECAUSE of Uzi and the general teasing and challanging they threw at eachother to get the upper hand lmao- Ns irritation with V turned into once again being flustered by her and Vs initial intrest of N came back slowly while seeing him actually put up a fight for something for once- literally the way to Vs heart would be being feisty back at her- thats how Uzi got into her head in the first place- shes just a bitey lil toaster that wouldnt go down without a fight.

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for Uzi the first time it basically went down like this:

[a mini snippet me and @keebokuun wrote a long time back lol ]

N: are you sure you guys actually like eachother

V: you focus on giving her security, ill focus on giving her a thrill-

N: thats not- hEY i can give thrills too >:(

V: //smiles mock sympathetically at N// as much as a puppy N. as much as a sweet little tall himbo puppy~

N: //blushing// heyyyy >:(

V: walking towards him suspiciously sweetly with her arms behind her back// well? seduce me then. give me a thrill big boy~

N: caught off gaurd and blushing more with X visor-// IM- i UHHH-

V putting her claws on both sides of N against the wall while he squeeks nervously-

V: aw puppy has no bite does he? //smirking

N: getting a little pissy now and getting into Vs face// for your information i CAN-!

before he can finish his sentence Uzi comes in the pod and sees the display while they all look back at her and shes looking at them deadpan like "Uh yeah, need me to come back another time then?"

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after this it kinda turned into:

"Dont mind me, keep going~ :)"

lmao

but usually Uzi is the excitable type and couldnt keep herself from trying to join in- either being the middle or showering one of the others by putting them in the middle-

for V though its a different story- i think she prefers seeing the two the most lmao- sometimes its from lack of feeling physically affectionate and wants to just tag out of it for now, and sometimes its just cuz she likes the view- either way she probably sits the most on the sidelines to watch the other two- in some cases she also sits back to support Uzi as a bit of a guide for N to not overwhelm or accidentally pressure her- she loves being a little rough but she knows she needs to control herself a bit so she sits out- though this usually doesnt work as she is either dragged in or she just cant resist being left out on the fun~<3

[ateez-himari]

Omggh bb I'm afraid I just tired you out more with this detailed reply😶I'm sorry but thank you so so much cause now my curious self is pleased

I actually thought the same thing about the suchwita except for jhope cause I knew she produced "guilty". Plus I actually thought she'd be closer to tae than jimin for some reason😭😭but I can't help but imagine how proud they'll be when they go out of the military and see her achieve so many things at her age🥹🥹.

If my calculations are correct mimi was 12 when they debuted (that's so cute omll🤭)

And hima has the biggest flex, if someone asks her "who's the most famous person in your contact?" she'll just shrug and say "oh bts"like girlll that's NOT something you should be nonchalant about

I love mimi so much she's just so hdidjdid yk!? 😭

So for another question (1 this time cause I feel bad) do mingi and hima show pda like I know they've kissed on set but I mean when they're on live or filming wanteez or anything like that, and if so what are some of their most wholesome moments

For some reason I keep picturing hima in team challenges running over to mingi immediately or if the teams were already chosen she'll try to bribe him into helping her😭😭

Thank you bb for answering all of my asks💓💓mwahh

Hi sweets! In all honesty answering your questions relaxes me since it's something that I like doing and that I can use imagination for it so don't you worry!! 🥰

• Taehyung and Hima actually took a little longer to warm up to each other than the rest since they're at the age difference where talking like friends is odd, but then talking only like senior/junior is also awkward. (Also you made me think of this but have you seen how buff he got ?? Imagine the scary dog privileges she has-) These men are keeping up with her fan accounts more than the fans themselves just to see what she's going to achieve next. And yesss she was just a 12 year old kid, but when she met them she was 10/11 (she was born late in the year and she met them almost right after the accident)

This girl's contact list is definitely very interesting 🤭Twice, BTS, Taemin, G-Dragon (they have something coming up), Stray Kids, SVT members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Woozi, The8, Mingyu, DK and Dino) , Cha Eunwoo, Moonbyul, Hwasa, Yoon San Ha, Baekhyun, etc, you name them she knows them 😭 Imagine casually telling people; "Oh this dress ? Taehyung oppa bought it for me"

• Since they haven't been public very long there aren't many videos on the official channel where they're openly romantically affectionate with each other, it's mainly her sitting on his lap in the waiting room or his hands straying a little lower than they need to be when fixing her mic belt. There was one moment in WANTEEZ that stood out to viewers as being very loving;

Episode 40; When everyone was going to sleep on the combined futons Hima was out like a light almost immediately with her head in the crook of his neck, seeing this Mingi pulled the blanket over her body - tucking her in carefully since she was just recovering from a bad sickness. She's a light sleeper, so when she moved in response to this he pulled her into his arms tightly and kissed her forehead 🥺

(BONUS) Episode 10; Hima was still out of it after waking up from anesthesia and walked out of the recovery room to see Mingi that had just woken up, but instead of saying anything she just stood in front of the bed and stared at him then shuffled back to sleep on Hongjoong's leg in the waiting room. She just stood there for a solid minute...no words, nothing, then she walked away...she looked like this; 0.0

(Rumor has it that she uses her charm to make Mingi mess up during games where they're against each other...but she'll never admit to that 🤭)

ON LIVES HOWEVER; Mingi often forgets that she only has about 55% of her original hearing and proceeds to simply state loudly (enough for a regular person to hear) that he's live while she's in the shower. There's been numerous times where she walked into the camera frame wearing a crop top and underwear because she had no idea that Atiny were on the other side of the screen, so Mingi has to have a sweater at the ready every time and get used to people drooling over his girlfriend on Twitter, but at the end of the day people are watching her cuddle up to HIM 😏

Since they don't live in the same dorm and have somewhat filled schedules, she tends to come to his studio to work or simply to be with him. During the famous 'Tiramisu Cake' live she was laying down on the large blue teddy bear he has against the back wall, half asleep and laughing at her boyfriend's antics. When she goes live he'll feed her some of whatever he ordered, pull her into his lap instead of leaving her on the chair or bed, sometimes he'll try to do her hair, etc 🥺

Thank you for asking so many questions Mina, you make me think of new things every time and I love it!! 😘❤️MWWAH!!

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Emotions Headcanons (Inside Out 2)

Anxiety

She in incredibly protective, doing all she can to ensure you’re safe and happy. (And yes, she can be a little TOO protective at times, but she’s trying to get better about reigning herself in.)

She always has your regression gear with her and she has emergency regression hiding spots mapped out for every place you go.

She is a huge ball of energy and always up for playing with you.

If you’re a quieter, calmer regressor, she feels a little less confident in herself; but with the help of the other emotions, she’s getting better about relaxing, and she tries very hard to apply these calming techniques when she’s with you.

If you have panic attacks, Anxiety does absolutely everything she can to help you work through them, and she’s a source of immense comfort in the aftermath.

Embarrassment

He worries a LOT about whether he’s a good caregiver for you…

But when you need him, he steps up big time. All his doubts get put on the back burner the second you start crying or get scared of something.

He doesn’t feel comfortable giving you rules, but he “strongly encourages” you to do certain things.

(One of these things is to stay offline while you’re regressed. He worries you might stumble across something scary.)

He’s not always much of a talker himself, so he completely understands if you like to keep things quiet or if you experience verbal shutdown. He never presses you to talk when you’re unable or uncomfortable.

Ennui

You thought Disgust was good at helping you act big when you’re regressed? Ennui is even better. If you regress when you don’t want to, she lets you copy her behaviors to seem as unaffected as possible to others.

She has all the kid games on her phone. All of them. Every single one.

If you don’t know French, she’ll teach you. If you DO know French, she’ll treat it like it’s a secret language the two of you share.

Her hair is long and straight, and if you’re the kind of regressor who likes to play with hair, she’ll tolerate literal hours of braiding and styling.

You see her smile more than anyone else does, because absolutely everything you do is interesting to her.

Envy

She is the worst (best) when it comes to spoiling you. She constantly showers you with new toys and blankets and pacifiers; she can’t help herself, you just deserve it!

She is constantly complimenting you, going on and on about how cute and sweet and small you are.

She loves to look at moodboards and agere outfits with you, admiring all the cool styles other people create.

(And then she encourages you to create your own, and spends literal days obsessing over what you make.)

As small as she is, she always manages to make you feel smaller.

Bonus: Nostalgia

(Yes, she was barely in the movie, but I still love her XD)

Nothing you do can upset her; even the loudest tantrum is met with fond chuckling and affectionate words.

She loves to bake with you, and she makes the absolute best cookies.

Yes, she has heard of that weird obscure children’s movie; and yes, she would love to watch it with you.

She’s definitely a scrapbooker and has a half dozen books filled with pictures of you.

She has a nursery full of vintage toys for you to play in.

[didyoulookforme]

we need more cutie postmatty dad crumbs please <3

i gueeeesss we can :) this is mostly before, so i hope that's okay!

the older ladies at the post office SMOTHER him with hugs and kisses on the cheek as soon as matty shares that he's going to be a dad. he does it in a very nonchalant manner, just slipping it during a morning conversation like it's no big deal (even though inside he's so fucking eager to tell them because he's excited and loves attention lol). when his fave coworker and almost mother figure, cindy, pulls him aside to tell him how happy she is, he can't help but tear up and admit how scared he is that he'll fuck up and not be good enough. they have a heart-to-heart and she promises that it will all work out because otherwise why would girlie be trusting him to have his kid. she's definitely the first one matty shows the ultrasound photo to <3 throughout the whole pregnancy, the ladies obviously shower him with gifts and affection and he loves every single second of it.

meanwhile the boys are all obnoxious when matty breaks the news over at adam's place (formerly matty's home too before he moved in with girlie). in a very mature fashion, they start talking shit about who's going to be the better uncle, adam very smug because he knows it will be him. and he is because him and matty are bff's 4 life.

further into the pregnancy, when it's sadly more uncomfortable to have sex but her hormones are raging, girlie pretty much begs to suck him off at some points to get some sort of relief. him being all like "you don't have to, sweet," but her huffing and puffing because she needs him badly. she very loudly instructs him to take off his pants and sit on the edge of the bed which he doesn't dare disobey. but yeah, it's a wet, sloppy mess and his mouth is slack for the entirety of the 2-3 measly minutes it takes for him to cum because he's so fucking turned on by how demanding she is.

poor matty also cannot help but get a raging boner whenever he thinks of cumming on her tits during that time. which she does allow and he thanks his lucky stars for it.

during their final days as a family of three (counting lil pup kevin), they make it a point to spend as much time together as possible, indulging in everything they love. they cuddle while watching the scary movies they won't be able to play with a baby around, them laughing throughout because they are absurdly choosing the scream franchise over anything else. they listen to records they've grown to love together, and every so often, he convinces her to slow dance with him, even if it’s to a grunge or new wave jam. they go on small dates to their favourite restaurants and cafes, both of them clearly smitten by the other and being more affectionate in public than usual.

girlie has a knack for photography so she takes countless photos of matty and herself, trying to capture how their life is at that point. there are shots of him holding up tiny baby clothes to his chest with an exaggerated pout. him submerged in the bath as he always likes to see how long he can hold his breath. him coming home from his last day at work for a while, lipstick smudged on his cheek from the older ladies at the office. him lying naked on the sofa because that's just what he does. but her favourite is one that she captures through the window one morning. he’s sitting on the porch, wearing nothing but his chains and flannel pyjama bottoms as he smokes (which is now a rare occurrence for him). he's cross legged holding the cigarette up to his mouth, looking up at the sky clearly lost inside his head. it pulls her right back to the first night matty ever stayed over at her place because she has a very similar photo from then <3 and obviously, she cannot help but take some sexy nude portraits of herself to leave on his pillow. for when he needs something to look at while she's out walking the baby lol.

[andreal831]

Totally using your recent tiktok for this. Would you say Elijah’s love language is more physical touch or acts of service? I feel like Hayley’s is definitely physical touch, but I see Elijah as more acts of service.

Also could you continue the haylijah in every episode and/or Elijah’s relationships in songs? I enjoyed those, plus it gave me song suggestions.

Thanks for watching my tik tok! If you haven't seen it, this anon is referring to this one.

So I've always loved how affectionate Daniel made Elijah and if you watch anything else that he is in, that is just kind of how Daniel acts. But I do think they ran with it. He always greets Rebekah with a kiss or is holding hands and kissing Hayley's hand.

While I don't fully buy into the love languages because I think everyone shows and gives love in all the ways and even more that aren't listed, I think it's a simple way to express what one may want from a relationship and how one may express their own affection. That being said I do think Elijah and Hayley tend to use physical touch to show their affection the most.

Part of this is because of a headcanon, but I think it's supported by canon. Essentially, I always viewed Elijah as being touch starved. We hear from Esther that their family was broken until Klaus was born, that Klaus brought joy back into their family and made them feel like a family after losing Freya. But Elijah was born during that time. If you've read my prequel to TGW, You're On Your Own, Kid, (which I know I need to update), it starts with Esther going through some heavy emotions at the time Elijah was born, even post-partum depression. Elijah, to me, always seemed neglected by his parents. He was no ones favorite and used essentially as a place holder for parents or even for a child they actually wanted. I always thought this is why he is so attached to Klaus, because it was the first time he felt love.

But back to the ask. Elijah let's himself get close to very few people throughout his long life, so when he does, he is always reaching out for them. To remind himself that they are still there. He uses it to ground himself in that affection. That they love him enough to allow a monster like him to touch him.

I do agree that he also likes to show his love in acts of service, however, to me, it always seemed like he did this more when he was uncertain of the other's love, like he was trying to earn their love because he's always had to earn love through acts of service and sacrificing himself. Like when he killed all of the Strix members for Hayley because he was uncertain that she cared for him after everything. I'm not saying he does so selfishly, but rather he believes he isn't worth anything to his loved ones if he isn't acting in their service.

So both of these love languages to me come form places of insecurity. I think the most important one to him, without his insecurities, is quality time. Hayley and Elijah fall in love while she is trapped in their home. They fall in love from spending time with each other. It's similar with Elijah and Gia. Their affection develops from their mutual interest in music and them working together.

To me, Hayley and Elijah were such a good match because they seem to feed off of each other's love languages. They were always there for each other when they needed comfort. They were there to offer physical comfort as well as just physically being with each other in times of need. They are also incredibly protective people so they are willing to do anything for each other.

We don't see them really give gifts but I think it's just for lack of the show putting any effort on them, because we know Elijah would shower his loved ones in gifts.

It's essentially a mix of all of them and they just instinctively know which one the other person needs which makes them so special.

I will definitely continue the haylijah in every episode series as well as the Elijah's relationships in songs. I welcome any suggestions! In case it isn't obvious, my ADHD hyperfixations make me super unorganized with them but I will continue!

Thanks for the ask! It inspired me to make a gifset of their love languages, coming soon!

[anika-ann]

For Dirty Game, can I please request K, R and W for Grease and Pearls Steve.

I miss them. What are they upto these days.

I love you Anika.

Helo sweet nonnie 💕 Sorry for the delay in replying this lovely ask 🥺

I am astounded that you still remember Grease and Pearls 🥺🥰

What we do need to know is that these two are still definitely and completely in love. Mechanic Steve is whipped and he would fetch his (formerl) uptown girl the moon and stars if she as much as sugegsted she wanted them 🥺 And for their kiddos too 💕 But he also loves corrupting her a bit, because she gets so gorgeously flushed every time...

So. Dirty headcanon game:

K - kissing Steve very much enjoys the fact he is the only ne who really kissed her and he's trying hard to kiss her for all the days when she hasn't been kissed. From full make-out sessions when it's possible to sweet pecks to her cheeks or nose (he loves the was she giggles) and her eyelids and forehead. He adores her face, alright. That said, he also loves trailing his kisses lower, from her neck down, down, and down... and he certainly stops to thoroughly appreciate certain areas 👀

Rest is under cut, because it gets a bit more explicit.

Those areas? Yeah, it's her breats. He could spend a forever or two with those. So soft... and she lets out the prettiest sounds when he's showering them with attention and she just wants him to move on, begging in her sweet voice. That said, he also loves making her swear when he's eating her out okay.

As for her, she mirros his affection often. She's more affectionate with her hands, but she finds kissing quite pleasurable too. Lips, cheeks, hands, a little left from his sternum where she can feel his heart beating strong for her. And she knows all too well what the sight of her lips, especially with pretty lipstick on, does to him when they're wrapped around him. She's always been a quick study.

R - routine The truth is, that especially when they were still trying to save enough money to live on their own, living at Colonel's and Natasha's, they didn't have much choice but to plan their sexcapades. But. That doesn't mean Steve (mostly him) didn't try to initiate sex outside of those scheduled times and because he has eyes and his gilr is gorgeous to him.

Despite loving hearing her voice her pleasure, there are sometimes moments when he simply cannot keep his hands to himself even when they are not alone in the house. At those time, well.

He'll start by wandering hands sneaking under her skirt as she's folding laundry to the closet, making her giggle, until she turns around, meets his eye and sees how dark they have become.

"Steve, we can't-" she whispers urgently, a sweet edge to her scolding as he already feels her succumbing to him when he run his fingers over her clothed core and kisses her protests away, backing her against a wall.

He'll tease her too, whispering to her ear as he pushes the fabric aside, a dark breathless chuckle when he finds her all ready for him.

"I think you're just playing coy, doll, look at you, so wet for me..."

"Steve-" she whines when he pushes first finger in and then, she has no inhibitions.

He'd take her slow. Once he's satisfied with preping her - he'd never ever hurt her - he'd just push in, slowly, reveling in every inch, thrusting into her at torturously lazy pace until she's a babbling mess, begging him to speed up instead of dragging his cock along her needy walls.

"Steve, Stevie, please, please, please-"

"Shh..." he's shush her deviously, hand over her mouth, "keep quiet, love, you said it yourself... we shouldn't be doing this, we can's have anyone hear you... or maybe we should stop-"

She's shake her head wildly, kissing his palm, pleading eyes on his as he smiles.

"That's my girl... you wanna come, sweetheart?"

A frantic nod, a breathless whisper of please...

And he's keep his pace just a little bit longer until he'd give them both what they need.

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Anyway. Once they have their own house, they christen it thoroughly and once the kiddos arrive, there's zero planning. They just take the opportunities as they go.

W - water They are big fans of saving water, but after that one experience when Steve nearly broke his leg slipping, they avoid that. At least the full act, that is. No problem with either of them getting on their kness or getting otherwise creative.

She once blatantly refused his suggestion to do it in a pool at a her boss' garden party which they had been invited too, but Steve had a lot of trouble walking when she was promenading around in tiny bikini. He absolutey wrecked her the moment she was asked to bring extra bottles of wine and he so gratiously offered to help her carry it.

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Thank you so much for asking, nonnie 💕 You're the sweetest ✨

[forever-yours-simdate]

Okay I'm too impatient to do these like in order and do all the SFWs before I jump NSFW, I need Tama NSFW alphabet or I'm going to perish like a Victorian woman who dies from having too many or too few pillows while she sleeps-

👍

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

In the beginning, he's very quiet and pefers to be left alone with his thoughts. After a bit though he gets a little clingy and lets himself get sleepy. Always good about making sure he and his partner stay hydrated afterwards though (probably has a britta filter on his nightstand....). Not very good at the emotional-reassurance side of aftercare for several reasons.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his teeth! Very good for biting, which he likes doing.

He likes any part of his partner's body. But he tends to focus on the torso/neck area because it's very versatile. Lots of places to bite and touch and bruise, it's really warm and easy to hug.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn't really jerk off and it reflects that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bought a collar and then hide it deep in his closet out of embarrassment.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ultra virgin. Never had friends let alone dated because of his parents' influence and his only priority in most of his life being studying.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ones where he can use his strength/weight to restrain or pin down his partner. He can't decide if he wants to face them or not.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's basically as serious as he would be in any other situation... so quite serious, but doesn't treat it like a grand, sacred thing. Gets embarrassed when silly things happen.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah the hair matches, trims but not too short. Does the minimum amount of care. Scared of hurting himself with scissors.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Can be surprisingly tender and soft (well, soft for him), and definitely is clingy (although he'd deny it). Tries to hold his partner close and affectionately bite them, so while his expressions of romantic affection aren't exactly conventional, they're definitely there.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Again, doesn't really do it. If he gets horny he goes to take a cold shower or sweat it off with some exercise-- which for the most part works. When it doesn't, he'll try to get off ASAP with minimal prep so he can go back to whatever he was doing before.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not exactly a kink but he loves it when his partner wears his clothes/accessories. It makes him feel very... possessive. Other than that, biting and restraints. Mildly into petplay but it's moreso the collaring/caging/care and nickname aspects rather than the roleplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Probably usually prefers a bed because that's what you're "supposed" to do, but also likes doing it on the couch since he's usually on a couch more often than his own bed anyways.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Having a little bit of a fight/playful(?) resistance really helps get him going. If you actually manage to pin him down or overpower him he's very surprised and honestly pretty into it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public/stealth stuff. He would rather explode and die. Even doing it in a semi-private place (like a bathroom stall) makes him incredibly uncomfortable. Just regards the outside as "too gross" of a place to be having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Probably would prefer receiving over giving, considering he has 0 skills and if anything would find it kinda uncomfortable, and get frustrated if he tries and his partner doesn't feel good due to his clumsiness.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually really fast/rough. Even when he's loving, he can't take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Probably would be okay with them every so often. The frequency would bother him more than the quickie itself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Would experiment but only a little. Would probably prefer more vanilla practices-- or the more kinkier things he does in the bedroom don't register to him as kink but rather things he wants to do impulsively with other goals in mind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Athletic guy can go for A While. Way longer than the average person. If you get him horny enough. Uh. Well. Good luck solider o7 I pray for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does not own toys. Would probably just go with whatever his partner already owns/gets, but isn't too into them. If this guy holds a dildo or a vibrator in his hands, he will look so uncomfortable it'd look silly. Likes impromptu/home-made restraints (ropes, ties, belts, etc) over cuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't try to tease, and if he does, it's unintentional.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very grunt-y, and breaths/sighs heavily. When he's feeling particularly good he has low, throaty moans, but otherwise really quiet, especially in the beginning. Doesn't dirt talk, unless he's angry.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Surprisingly not sadistic (when he's not angry) so bullying his partner doesn't really occur to him. When he is angry, his sadism mostly comes out as just him venting his blind rage and being violently possessive rather than wanting to tease/pleasure his partner. Still bite-y regardless though, he usually apologizes when he does it during regular sex.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

All my characters are Schrodinger's genitalia but I also do have semi-canon* dick sizes for the guys + Harper (sourced from my dick-haver friend), so in the case Tama does have a dick it's 5' (hard). 1.5' (soft).

*genuinely I do not care what you wanna do. If you want to give Tama a 6ft pole go ahead. If you want to give him a cunt also go ahead. 👍 The world your oyster. Do what your heart desires. What I have written down is just what I would draw them with. (this applies to all fy characters)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's probably like. on the lower end. He doesn't have a very strong desire to have sex all that often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't usually fall asleep right after, and spends most of the night staring at the roof before eventually falling asleep. Fall asleep faster if he wears himself out (by being more rough and emotional).

[sometimesanalice]

This makes me so happy to have this little full circle moment! I had been following you for awhile before I decided to try my hand at writing the most fluffy, indulgent Christmas fic imaginable, and I remember thinking "Oh I hope she sees this and likes it". And I so vividly remember getting your reblog notification and reread it like 20 times in a row. It meant EVERYTHING to me! (I also remember the DREAD when after 4 hours of being posted there had been zero hits on it because tumblr ate it in the tags and I in a panic spent the next 2hr trying to figure out how to fix it, anywhooo)

more for you!

More often than not, he was texting you throughout the day. - ugh why is he so sweet?? def double and triple texting too 🤭- OH ABSOLUTELY. He is sending her whatever is on his mind (or whatever makes him think of her) without qualms! Like what even is this whole "double text is cringe" thing, Bradley cannot be bothered. If that man is in it, he is IN IT.

Or did it make you look like you were trying too hard? She was basically a callgirl after all. - NOT THIS BEING EVEN FUNNIER NOW AFTER THAT POST PLSSSS (also my go to last minute costume is always the white night shirt with the pink ear plugs and mask so same same)- you can thank yourself for this little add in, lol. I snuck it in after you sent me the post because I thought it was so amusing, and something that a stressed out anxious girl brain would come up with.

PPS. I liked that thing you did with the shower head) // Also I just ordered a new shower head for my place, one with a fancy handheld and everything) // (PS. can’t wait, I’m more than happy to product test) - SCREAMING BECAUSE THERES NOTHING LIKE A RETRACTABLE SHOWER HEAD!?! AND HER TALKING ABOUT THE PERKS OF WFH!?!!- their whole text convo was a spur of the moment decision! I didn't have it in my notes at all as an idea and I loved how it came out! They're just both so CHEEKY! But I really wanted to show them outside of how anxious they were both feeling, as like a glimpse of why they work together and are worth rooting for.

You were even watching a few vintage ones in nice condition on Ebay to give him for Christmas. - and we all know they have the CUTEST christmas!!!- we dooooooo! 🥰 but also why do I want to write them another Christmas fic?

What you wore didn’t matter. But whatever you wore, you were going to have a great time with Bradley and the people he cared about. And that was the only thing that mattered to you. - this is so sweet and i also love that it carries through to their relationship in the christmas fic?- this was something that I was really anxious about! I wasn't sure if I could capture that same sense of Them after nearly a year? So that you think it still feels like Them is something that makes me so happy!

There was only one thing you needed that you didn’t already have, and you knew just where you’d be able to find it. - it’s the mustache, it’s gotta be the mustache- 'twas! lolololol. She definitely thought about drawing one on with an eyebrow pencil, but she opted to make a quick stop for one that wouldn't smudge all over her face. Miss Ma'am was thinking about those potential make out sessions!

Halloween was Mickey’s favorite holiday and there was nothing more he loved than going all out on a theme. It didn’t matter if it was St Patrick’s Day or National Cheeseburger Day, he always committed. - there’s no way FANBOY doesn’t go ham for every holiday yes headcanon confirmed- MVP for most spirited is DEFINITELY him! He loves an excuse to go OTT for literally anything and everything.

His costume had earned him more than a few wolf whistles when he had stopped to get gas. He’d simply shot them a wink and a smirk as he’d strut past them to go inside and pay. - BECAUSE HES A SLUT (affectionate)- THE BIGGEST STRUTTING SLUTEST MAN

He grabs one of the plastic syringes from the bowl that says free shots and sips it down easily, trying not to grimace at the ratio of tequila to cranberry cocktail, and then dropping the now empty syringe in the hazardous waste bucket that’s placed next to the bowl. - this is such a vivid description!?! the whole party is so well described tbh! like ma’am did you scour pinterest for halloween party decor???- maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (but also that halloween party I went to also had syringe shots and I knew Fanboy would have been all over it, lol)

but he was starting to think that maybe he might be deeper in this than you were. He was trying not to let his mind spiral about why you didn’t want him to pick you up, but the only thing he kept coming back to was that maybe you wanted a way to make an easy escape if you weren’t having a good time with him or his friends. - oh sweet boy no! oh this hurts man! bradley it’s okay she’s not out the door! she def fell first- I loved getting to revisit this spiral Bradley? Like in the Christmas fic he is so quick to internalize everything (like its not his fault that he's allergic, poor thing!). But here they're still early enough where they don't want to seem like a bother to the other person? They're at the stage where things either get serious or they slowly fall apart. And they both like each other so much, but don't want to scare the other away by coming on too strong. I love that in this and in the Christmas fic they're both always on the same page without realizing it.

Bob’s homemade chef’s hat is glowing lightly from the inside and showing the silhouette of a little rodent. - agreed, it’s either 100% homemade or he spent way too much money on it at disneyland lol- do we think he has an annual pass? lol

Bradley had thought about floating a couple’s costume when he had invited you to come with him, but he pivoted at the last moment, not wanting to put pressure on you to agree to commit right away. - okay i love what she goes as, but like bradley being too scared to ask to have a couple’s costume?!??- I still love the fact that they almost had a couples costume without talking about it. That in all her anxious chaos that she contemplated the Sandy costume (bad girl sandy + good boy danny? swoooooon)

“Oh, we know. You moon after her with those big cow eyes all the time” she teases, nudging her elbow against his ribs. - his big cow eyes!!! all i’m picturing is that gif of him in class looking all excited and then two seconds later maverick comes in- YOU KNOW THAT IS MY FAVORITE BRADLEY LOOK

“You won’t what? Wait, Fanboy, come back,” Rooster calls after Mickey. He sees Payback dressed as Marty McFly coming down the stairs, and catches him. “Reuben, hey, what’s in the fridge?” - plssssss this is so funny, i love the easy dialogue with the team! it’s so neutral! and payback as marty!?!!? JADORE! and poor payback is tired of eating dry sandwiches!!!- I debated how I wanted to approach Bradley's POV, if it was going to be a past/present combo or just purely in the moment. And trying to weave that fade in/fade out of people in a party atmosphere was something I really tried to capture without it being like a magic disappearing act.

You’re shifting a little on your feet under the attention, there’s a small shy smile on your face and you have your pretty eyes already trained on him. - SWEET GIRL IS NERVOUS AWWWWWW- she issss! I can imagine she gave herself a little pep talk in the car before she got out, like "he likes you, they like you, you like all of them, you got this!" But still there's that moment as she hovers in the door way (probably checking out Bradley's legs, there was a lot of upper thigh on display), where she's like anxious about fitting in with all of them.

A flash goes off, the light bright behind his eyes. - THE LOCKSCREEN THE LOCKSCREEN!!- THE LOCKSCREEN THE LOCKSCREEN THE BIT THAT HAS HAUNTED ME FOR 9 MONTHS! I loved exploring this because in the Christmas fic it's just a cute couple moment, but in this one getting to learn its the first time they exchange I love yous, so OF COURSE it's extra special to bradley!!

“I knew the shorts would make my ass look good,” he says with a shrug that send you into a fit of giggles. - smug little shit ugh this would so do it for me- I love him, I love him, I love him.

“Summer lovin’ happened so fast and all that.” - YOURE KILLINGGGGGGGG ME STOP WITH THIS HE IS SO CORNY 🤭🤭🤭- NERDDDDDDDD

“Would now be a bad time to tell you that I love you?” he asks, threading his fingers through beltloops to pull you in closer to him. // “While I’m wearing a tank top with a six-pack dressed up as you? Seems a little narcissistic, does it not?” He’s never seen your smile this big or this bright before. - this is so sweet and so cute and fits for this conversation based on everything we know about them?- they're so cute I can't. and I love where they end up in the Christmas fic, they're my holiday favorites.

I also read this one probably just as much as I read the Christmas fic reblog, and its even better now because now I get to call you a friend!! 💖

Seeing Double

Summary: Two weeks had felt like more than enough time to come up with something. And now you’re costumeless and in a panic less than a couple of hours before you’re supposed to be meeting your boyfriend’s closest friends. You’re ready to call it quits when you’re suddenly hit with a burst of inspiration.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 6k

Warnings: fluff, allusions to smut, and Bradley Bradshaw in short-shorts (minors dni)

(This fic is a one-shot that is set before the Oh Christmas Tree, but you can read it on its own! Enjoy 🧡)

Looking at your closet, filled with everything and yet absolutely nothing, you’re beginning to realize just how totally and royally screwed you are.

The thing is you’d had time. More than enough time, in fact.

When Bradley had first invited you to go with him to this Halloween party, two weeks had seemed like plenty of time to concoct the perfect costume.

And then the more you’d thought about it, the more you’d overthought it, the more annoyed you’d gotten for overthinking it. A vicious spiral that not even hours of searching on Pinterest had helped to pull you from.

One that had left you costumeless for a party that was supposed to start in less than two hours with all of your boyfriend’s friends.

Fuck.

It was one outfit for one evening. You should probably be more concerned about Ciara from Marketing and her not-so-subtle scheming than what you were going to put on your body for the next five or so hours.

As you a sift through your perfectly color coordinated clothes, dragging hangers across the closet rod as if you’ve been personally victimized by the wardrobe you’d bought with your own money, you can’t help but wonder if you might have some self-sabotaging tendencies.

Bradley Bradshaw had snuck up on you when you were least expecting it. And what you thought was just going to be some summer fun had quickly turned into something more.

More often than not, you were thinking of him.

More often than not, he was texting you throughout the day.

More often than not, you were sharing a bed with him at night.

The last three, almost four, months had flown by in a summer haze and you liked Rooster more than any other man you had dated in the past.

You might even love him, but that was something you were keeping close to your chest for now. It felt too soon to be feeling the way you did about him.

He was more than just the pretty face and easygoing smile that had swayed you into giving him your number. He was more than just a fun night out and some no-strings-attached-yet-mind-blowing sex that you had tried to convince yourself it was.

He’d made it impossible for you to try and keep it casual in the way that he’d thoroughly swept you off your feet. You’d given up trying to keep him at arm’s length after your fifth date with him.

If you couldn’t beat him, you might as well join him. And so far, it was a gamble with your heart that was paying off.

Which was probably why you had given yourself the world’s worst mental block trying to figure out a costume to wear.

You’d met a few of his friends, like Natasha and Jake, during the nights he’d taken you to the Hard Deck. He’d told you that after one of their missions earlier in the year, the members on the squad had been in high demand. But this was the first time you’d be hanging out with them all at once.

So yeah, you were more than a little nervous about this evening.

And you didn’t just want to make a good impression, you wanted to absolutely charm and delight them. These people were so important to him, they were his family. They mattered to him and he mattered to you.

You pull out a black cocktail dress and debate whether you could pull together a Breakfast at Tiffany’s look with the pearls your grandmother had left you. It was a classic for a reason, right?

Or did it make you look like you were trying too hard? She was basically a callgirl after all.

The formfitting little dress goes back on the rack with a little more force than is necessary.

It’s just a causal get together, so why are your palms sweating?

You eye a silky pink slip dress and think about pairing it with one of your overpriced sleep mask. But you think you’d look less like you were flirty, thirty, and thriving and more like you forgotten to get dressed after rolling out of bed.

There are still a couple of cozy plaid button ups that you’d brought with you from home, but unless you carried around a roll of paper towels all night, it was an idea that might get you a more than a few perplexed looks. And there was nothing worse than having to explain your outfit for it to make sense to people.

Or worse, you’d be the one cleaning up spills all night.

You wanted your effort to look effortless.

Cool but not try hard. Thought through but not over the top.

You remember seeing some friend of a friend’s post from last weekend where she was dressed as Kim Possible. Green pants and a black top feel very doable. And she’d looked very cute and low maintenance, which was just the kind of vibe you were going for.

Remembering a pair of green khakis your sister had somehow talked you into the last time she came to visit, you go to your dresser and yank out the drawer you think they’d be in and toss it on the floor. You’re over trying to keep some semblance of order, that’s a problem for future you to deal with now.

Digging around in the pile, you will a flash of olive green to appear before your eyes. And when the items formerly nicely folded drawer and nothing but a heap of wrinkled, olive green-less chaos, you’re hit with the realization that the khakis that had seemed like a bad idea when you’d first gotten them had felt like a bad idea every time you looked at them and they’d ended up in the donation pile during your last closet purge.

You flop down and take in the carnage.

Half open drawers, random tops and skirts flung on your bed, the perfect rainbow of your closet now some technicolored disarray.

You’re almost afraid to pull out your phone to look at the clock, that pressure growing in your chest keeps getting worse. You can almost feel each individual second as they tick by. Glancing down you see that there’s a new message from Bradley, one that you missed in your frenzy to find something, anything to wear tonight.

Bradley, 9:52 AM: That wake up was worth the extra pushups I had to do for being late.

Bradley, 11:10 AM: Did I leave my shirt at your place this morning?

You, 12:22 PM: I’ll check when I get home and let you know. But I’m sure it’s there since I vividly remember the way you took it off last night.  

You, 12:23 PM: And you only have yourself to blame for those pushups. (PS. I told you what time it was before I got in the shower, you were the one who invited yourself to join. PPS. I liked that thing you did with the shower head)

Bradley, 2:37 PM: As I said, worth it (PS pretty sure the only thing I heard you chanting was my name. Also I just ordered a new shower head for my place, one with a fancy handheld and everything)

You, 3:04 PM: I guess I’ll have to wake you up with my mouth more often then. (PS. just curious how many settings does it have? Asking for a friend.)

Bradley, 3:10 PM: Jesus Sweetheart, I’m up next to do a hop… (PS more than enough, and by enough, I mean 7)

You, 3:10 PM: 😘 (PS. can’t wait, I’m more than happy to product test)

Bradley, 3:11 PM: Yeah, I bet you are...

You, 3:11 PM: (Want to know the best part of working from home? I can get off any time I want. Have fun flying with that hard-on, Roos.)

Bradley, 3:12 PM: Baby, you’re killing me here

You, 3:12 PM: Fly safe ❤️

🔴 Bradley, 6:14 PM: Just got home, I can’t wait to see you tonight. What time should I pick you up? You might have to come down though, I don’t know if they’d let me in...

Skimming the previous messages from earlier in the day helps relieve some of the anxious energy that was thrumming in your veins. Because he’s just so Bradley.

He hadn’t been the only one who got to work late this morning. You’d actually worked from the office that day, but it had been more fun to tease him from your desk than draft the internal communications you were supposed to be working on.

The original plan had been to work a half day and then leave early and figure out your costume situation. But then you’d been pulled into an emergency PR meeting on your way out the door for one of the company’s biggest clients and had got home much, much later than you’d planned to.

You’d spotted Rooster’s shirt crumpled on the floor by the foot of your bed, from where he’d shucked it off the night before, the second you’d flown into your bedroom. Now it is carefully draped against the back of the soft blue tufted chair in the corner of your room. It was a colorful patchwork of beach themed vignettes in soft corals, teals, and dark blues. In addition to the palm trees and foliage, there were also planes and ships on it.

It was one of your favorites because you always felt like you were finding something new on it every time he wore it.

He’d told you once early on when you’d first gotten serious, after you’d teased him about his seemingly endless supply, that he’d even gotten curious one drunken night and looked up the resale value on some of his favorites and was shocked at the numbers. That it had taken him a month to put one back on because he didn’t want to ruin any of them on accident, now that he knew what exactly his father had left him.

You knew how much Bradley valued his collection, what they meant to him. You were even watching a few vintage ones in nice condition on Ebay to give him for Christmas.

Letting out a ragged sigh, you look back at the pile on the ground.

You’ve always prided yourself on being a problem solver. And the one time you needed to spring into action with a pivot plan is the one time you’re at a complete loss. You felt paralyzed by indecision and the kind of pressure that only you could put on yourself, which made everything that much more frustrating.

How you had kept the novelty six-pack tank top you’d taken home from a White Elephant exchange, but donated the green khaki pants was beyond you.

Out of the two, one would have been much more practical in this particular moment.

You pick it up off the floor and feel the fabric between your fingers. It was surprisingly soft for something that you’d expect to feel like sandpaper no matter how many times it got washed.

That tank top had never seen the light of day, yet always seemed to make it through your yearly purge unscathed. Probably solely on the fact that it made you giggle whenever you saw it. You always forgot about it, but it was a happy surprise when you pulled it out from where it was tucked away in the back of your dresser drawer.

You let it fall back onto the top of the pile.

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard of your phone as you try to figure out what to say to Bradley, as you look back and forth between your mountainous mess and the empty text box.

You know you could call him and he’d pick up before the third ring. You knew you could text him and he would reply the moment he could. And you know, if you told him you were stressed about meeting all of his friends and wanting to impress them, to impress him, that he would understand. He’d tell you- in that soothing way of his- to not worry about it, that you could just wear whatever made you comfortable, no costume necessary.

He’d probably even ditch his own so that you weren’t the only one there in normal clothes, even though he’d been dropping teasing hint about his for days now. He was so excited for tonight, you didn’t want to bring the vibe down before you’d even arrived.

You close your eyes and allow yourself a couple moments to reset.

What you wore didn’t matter. But whatever you wore, you were going to have a great time with Bradley and the people he cared about. And that was the only thing that mattered to you.

You could throw on your little black dress, or a red and white striped sweater with a pair of glasses, or some skintight leggings and a leather jacket. But it didn’t matter because it was all going to end the same way: with you tipsy and giddy and in Rooster’s bed.

Already feeling much better you open your eyes again.

You’re greeted again with those perfectly sculpted abs of that silly little tank top that still sits on top of the mound of clothes on your floor. But out of the corner of you eye, those cheerful colors adorning your chair in the corner wink out at you.

The glimmer of an idea settles over you like stardust.

It’s on that the more you sit with, the more perfectly solidified it becomes in your mind. Oh, you can see it so clearly now.

It’s an idea that makes you feel like you could bubble over in excitement.

You shoot off a quick text to Rooster and set about grabbing all the things you needed. You’d be a little late, but not terribly so. Fashionably late.

And you’re hopeful it’ll be worth the last-minute change of plans.

There was only one thing you needed that you didn’t already have, and you knew just where you’d be able to find it.

Just a quick little pit stop on the way to the party.

On your way to Bradley.

When Rooster parked in front of Fanboy and Payback’s place he shouldn’t have been surprised to see the Spanish-style house they rented together absolutely covered in every type of decoration imaginable.  

He’d heard Reuben moan and groan about it enough over the last few weeks.

Halloween was Mickey’s favorite holiday and there was nothing more he loved than going all out on a theme. It didn’t matter if it was St Patrick’s Day or National Cheeseburger Day, he always committed.

They’d all be pulled into the argument about whether or not a faux body bag filled with empty bottles should be strung up on the front porch. Fanboy lost that one by a mere two votes. And Bob had been the one to broker the peace by suggesting they make some ghosts to hang up instead.

Dozens of glowing pumpkin lanterns hung from the trees outside and lined the pathway up to the front door. The bushes were wrapped in fibrous looking cobweb material as lights flickered and flashed underneath them. There was a fog machine hidden somewhere because wisps of smoke were curling and crawling along the lawn. Custom gravestones littered the yard along with a few well-placed plastic skeletons. The front of the porch was filled with more pumpkins of various sizes and shapes and colors as well as those truce ghosts and a few oversized bats swaying in the chilly October night breeze.

Rooster wasted no time letting himself in the glowing entryway, rubbing his arms as he hustled to get inside. Normally he ran warm, but he’d been covered in goosebumps from the moment he’d gotten out of the Bronco.

His costume had earned him more than a few wolf whistles when he had stopped to get gas. He’d simply shot them a wink and a smirk as he’d strut past them to go inside and pay.

He looked damn good.

But there was only one person he’d wanted to show off this outfit to.

He didn’t know how it was possible but the inside was even more decorated than the outside of their place was.

There were stands and strands of colorful string lights in black, purple, and orange strung across the ceiling covered by gauzy black fabric. There were more cobwebs covering every exposed bit of the walls and flameless candles lining the floor of the hallway. And there was a mix of eerie forest sounds playing under the Halloween party soundtrack that Coyote had been roped into making for the night.

Bradley follows the hundreds of little plastic spiders decorated the wall leading him to the living room. And almost collides with someone as he rounds the corner.

The shorter man he’d nearly taken out had on an overly bleached and spiked wig with a goatee and was wearing more neon orange flames than any one person should be allowed to wear.

They were both eyeing each other waiting for the other person to lob the first comment.

Rooster sees the way Mav’s cheeks are twitching as he takes in the length of the shorts he was wearing and just how much leg he had on display.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s hear it, old man,” he snorts, reaching out and taking the drink from Mav’s hand and taking a swig from the mostly empty bottle before passing it back.

“Did they lower the drinking age and I missed the memo, kid?” Mav tosses back easily, pointing to Bradley’s clingy, red Rydell High School t-shirt. “Don’t need a Class A misdemeanor on my record, that file is already big enough on its own.”

“Laugh it up, Flavortown,” Bradley snorts, “You on your way out?”

“Yeah, just wanted to swing by for a minute before I go over to the Hard Deck to help Penny out for the night. She sent me with some treats too, they’re over on the table. Where’s your girl? I was hoping to see her before I left.”

“Oh, uh, she’s meeting me here. Said she got caught up in a last-minute meeting,” Bradley says rubbing the back of his neck. He was trying not to over think the text you’d sent him. “So what’s Penny dressing up as?”

Mav uses both hands and gestures to his costume, face flat.

“No shit,” Bradley laughs.

“Amelia hustled the both of us,” Mav says shaking his head fondly. “I’m telling you, kid, teenagers these days are a scary bunch.” He takes the last swig of his beer and passes the bottle to Bradley, patting him on the shoulder. “Make sure you and your girl try the candlestick cakes. The realistic ones are the ones that Penny made.”

“And the others?” Rooster asked with a smirk.

“Let’s just say I’m a better pilot than I am with a piping bag,” he says with a self-deprecating laugh. “Happy Halloween, Bradley.”

“See you on Sunday for brunch.”

He and his godfather exchange a hug before Pete strides out the door, giving him one more pat on the back before he leaves.

Rooster makes his way further into the living room and goes to check out the food situation and to grab a drink in hopes that it’ll help settle that anxious coil in the pit of his stomach.

He waves over to Fritz, Yale, and Omaha, who are dressed up as the Sanderson Sisters, as he makes his way to the dining room. Fritz has his arm draped over his wife’s shoulder who is dressed like a black cat and they’re all gathered around the keg in the kitchen like it’s a cauldron.

Under a display of floating candles, Fanboy and Payback’s dining table is filled to the brim with all kinds of party food. Breadsticks that looked like fingers, a charcuterie board being clutched by a skeleton, a carved pumpkin puking some kind of tasty looking dip, and rice krispies with an ungodly amount of red dye number forty wrapped up in plastic on Styrofoam trays. And of course, the candlestick cakes. It was obvious which one’s Penny had made and which were Mav’s handiwork.

He pops one in his mouth, making a mental note to text Penny about how good they are.

Off to the side there was a homemade cooler shaped like a coffin and a witch’s cauldron bubbling away with dry ice filled with something potent, if the patriotic punch from the Fourth of July was anything to go by.

He grabs one of the plastic syringes from the bowl that says free shots and sips it down easily, trying not to grimace at the ratio of tequila to cranberry cocktail, and then dropping the now empty syringe in the hazardous waste bucket that’s placed next to the bowl.

Checking out the inside of the cooler, he sees it’s been stocked with a good variety of beers and ciders, he even spots your favorite which he knows you’ll be excited about.

That is whenever you get here.

Bradley pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his tight-fitting shorts to see if there’s any new message from you yet.

No ETA, no update, no on my way. Nothing since his last text nearly forty minutes ago. He’s tempted to shoot you another one, but he doesn’t want to come across as overbearing.

Rooster knew you were a bit anxious about tonight, even though all his friends really liked you, but he was starting to think that maybe he might be deeper in this than you were. He was trying not to let his mind spiral about why you didn’t want him to pick you up, but the only thing he kept coming back to was that maybe you wanted a way to make an easy escape if you weren’t having a good time with him or his friends.

He was worried that you might have one foot out the door.

You’ve met most of his friends now, just at different times and never all at once.

After the Uranium Mission, their team quickly became very in-demand. Getting requests to join other training contingents, classified trials and testing of new tech in development, and smaller specialized missions. It’s very rare now that they’re all in the same place at the same time. It always feels like there’s always someone missing, they’re always going and doing.

His team has always been good about finding ways to let off steam.

Although, he’s been less frequently found behind the piano bench of the Hard Deck since he’s taking on a more starring role in your bedroom. His friends would tease him on base about keeping you to himself. But he wouldn’t apologize for wanting to spending all his free time with you than the people he already spent the majority of his days with. Bradley doesn’t want you to feel like he’s trying to keep you away from them, he just would rather soak up all of your attention than share you with everyone else.

He liked that you were his girl.

Sighing to himself, Rooster puts his phone back in his pocket and walks back out to the living room before anyone can accuse him of sulking.

Callie and her fiancée are dress up as Velma and Daphne and chatting away with Bob over by the fireplace that is filled with skulls and thick pillars of candles. Bob’s homemade chef’s hat is glowing lightly from the inside and showing the silhouette of a little rodent.

He watches as Fanboy in his Hamburglar costume heading over of the bathroom with a trash bag looking more than a little suspicious. Bradley is sure he has more than a few pranks up black and white striped sleeves tonight.

“Where’s your Sandy, Danny?” Nat asks, sliding up to him and passing him a beer.

“You know, I don’t actually know what she’s coming dressed as. She never gave me any hints,” he admits, taking a small sip as he takes in her costume. She’s got fluffy bunny ears on and her nose is painted pink. The only thing missing from her Lola Bunny ensemble is the basketball.

“Oh?” He can tell Phoenix is trying to school the surprise on her face. “I just figured with you wearing that and all.”

He just shrugs, his thumbnail picking at the label on the bottle.

Bradley had thought about floating a couple’s costume when he had invited you to come with him, but he pivoted at the last moment, not wanting to put pressure on you to agree to commit right away.

“Is she on her way?” Nat asks, looking at him out of the corner of her all too keen eyes.

“Hopefully, if she doesn’t change her mind,” he says ruefully.  

“Why would she do that? Did you do something to piss her off?”

“Not that I know of. I know I’m reading into things, but I was supposed to go pick her up and she texted me last minute saying that she’d meet me here instead. And I don’t know what to make of it, it just isn’t like her.”

“Is that why you’re standing here look like a sad puppy? You know I’ve never been able to get through those ASPCA commercial without them getting my credit card information. Can I read the text?”

“Sure, have at it,” he says, unlicking and handing over his phone to her. “Uh, just the last few though.” He tacks that last part on quickly and she just gives him a pointed lift of her sharp eyebrow.

He feels dumb watching Nat skim the texts, he knows he’s overthinking things. But he also knows he’s not going to feel better about any of it until you get here and he can see your face.

“She said she’ll be here, Bradshaw. I don’t know how else you’re reading into this, but I imagine the mental gymnastics must be getting tiring.”

Bradley huffs a laugh, because she’s right.

As always.

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It’s just- I really like her, Nat.”

“Oh, we know. You moon after her with those big cow eyes all the time” she teases, nudging her elbow against his ribs. “But I’ve also seen the way she moons after you too, so relax.”

He can’t fight the small smile that works its way onto his face. The idea of you watching him the same way he knows he looks at you when you’re not looking at him makes his chest fill with warmth.

Nat peers around him and he spins to see who’s just arrived.

“Jesus, Rooster. Aren’t you worried about your dick falling out of those? They’re indecent,” Jake drawls, looking every inch the action hero he thinks he is.

“Please,” Bradley says with a roll of his eyes, “You wish you could pull these off, Bagman. If you got it, flaunt it.”

“I’m flaunting plenty,” Jake counters as he flexes. His shirt is unbuttoned all the way to the waistband of his pants. Although, Bradley is pretty sure Indiana Jones at least had sleeves. “Once your girl sees these abs she might be my girl by the end of the night.”

Seresin shoots him a wink and struts away, the plastic whip on his hip bouncing with every step. Rooster just shakes his head after him, watching as he high fives Javy, who is dressed as The Rock complete with a fanny pack and chain around his neck, in greeting by the sliding glass door that leads to patio.

“I still can’t believe you use to date him,” he ribs Nat lightly.

She plucks his beer out of his hand, claiming it as her own in retaliation. “Me neither,” she grunts, but he hears the hint of affection in her voice.

“Hey, you two look great! Do you need anything?” Mickey asks enthusiastically. His shifty eyes and overly wide smile instantly making Bradley edgy.

“Where’d that trash bag you had earlier go, Fanboy?” he asks warily.

“That’s for me to know and Javy to find out about later,” Mickey says slyly.

Rooster and Nat exchange a look.

This was the thing he was worried about when Cyclone had announced the news earlier in the week that they’d all tentatively have the next couple of months off through the new year. A well-earned break. No extra assignments. No extra transfers or additional training seminars.

Mav had told him in confidence that there was one small deployment that might get approved near Thanksgiving and that he was going to pull some string to see what information he could find out about it. Bradley was hoping that you might ask him to come home with you and meet your parents, so he had his fingers crossed that his name was left off that list.

The mood on base was already light. Mickey and Javy had started a series of pranks against each other that had slowly been escalating over the last few days. And Rooster knew that this extroverted bunch would be leaning in at full force and cutting loose tonight.

“Can you do me a favor, man? Can you hold off on the pranks for an hour, I don’t want you guys to scare her off the second she walks through the door.”

“She’s met us, she knows how we are.”

“I think that’s that point,” Nat quips.

“She likes us and we like her, so what’s there to worry about?” Fanboy asks rhetorically.

“Not all at once,” Bradley mutters.

“Lighten up, Rooster! I’m sure she’ll get here soon. In the meantime, go have some of the Potion of Peril punch that I made. I promise we’ll be on our best behavior. I won’t even ask her to grab something from the fridge for me,” Fanboy says that last part with a concerning laugh as he scurries away.

“You won’t what? Wait, Fanboy, come back,” Rooster calls after Mickey. He sees Payback dressed as Marty McFly coming down the stairs, and catches him. “Reuben, hey, what’s in the fridge?”

“Mickey has been collecting all of our empty jars for weeks now. He filled the damn fridge with jars of heads. It scared the shit out of me the first time I saw all of them. I haven’t been able to find the open container of mayo for days, and I’m tired of eating dry sandwiches.” Payback lets out the biggest sigh and rolls his eyes before he leaves them making his way over towards Coyote and Hangman still by the patio.

“See, Nat? This is what I’m worried about. We’re a lot, in more ways than one.”

Bradley pulls out his phone again, probably for the fifth time since he’s arrived and begins working on a text to send her. There’s nothing wrong with a little heads up and if he can get a little update from you then he’ll consider it a win.

“Well, if it ain’t Rooster,” he hears Hangman call out from across the room.

“We just did this, man,” he tosses back, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“Hey! Bradshaw’s girl has got a better set of abs than he does!” someone else calls out.

That gets his attention.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” he grunts irritably, as he tries to put his phone back in his pocket.

He doesn’t get a response because Phoenix is already turning him towards the entryway, the room erupting in a series of hoots and hollers as the rest of the party takes notice of your costume.

You’re shifting a little on your feet under the attention, there’s a small shy smile on your face and you have your pretty eyes already trained on him.

Hangman wasn’t kidding when he said you had a better set of abs than him.

You’re wearing a pair of frayed light blue denim shorts with a truly impressive screen-printed washboard stomach is on full display tucked into them. Over that you had on the Hawaiian print shirt he’d left at your place on accident this morning, it was one of his favorites with all its bright colors, along with a pair of sunglasses dangling from the pocket.

There was no mistaking who you’ve come dressed up as, not with that striking press-on mustache you were wearing.

It’s all he can do to just stand there and stare at you.

You’ve always been so damn beautiful, and even with a felt mustache on your face, you can make his heart pound away in his chest. Not to mention, he really likes the way you look in his shirt.

Your face lights up as you take him in too. Your eyes sweeping over his two-sizes-too-small shirt and the white short-shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

There is such fondness on your face he can’t believe how he’d let himself get so twisted in knots.

He forgets about all of his friends and their commotion as he struts over to you taking your face between his hands and kissing you. You make a little noise of surprise that he uses to his advantage to slip his tongue into your mouth.

When one of his friends catcalls them, he waves them off with one of his hands, and then drops it down to your ass to pull you in closer to him.

A flash goes off, the light bright behind his eyes.

He can feel the laughter bubbling out of your chest before comes out of your mouth, even he fights to tamper down his own amusement in favor of kissing you more.

Pulling away Bradley gently takes your chin between his finger and thumb turning your head left and right to admire your costume of choice, up close and personal.

“I gotta say, sweetheart, you’re really working that mustache.”

“I get your attachment to it. I think I wear it pretty well,” you say looking very pleased with yourself. You reach up and affectionately brush your fingers along his own.

He’d thought about shaving it off for the sake of his costume, but ultimately couldn’t go through with it. And now he’s really glad he didn’t.

“It’s not just that ‘stache you’re wearing well,” Bradley says low just for her, toying with the hem of his shirt draped on you. “You know I like the way you look in my clothes.”

He can’t help up enjoy the way you’re getting bashful under his appreciative gaze and compliments.

“I had to make sure you got the shirt back somehow,” you say with a smile.

“So it can end up on the floor of my bedroom instead?” he teases, kissing your cheek.

“I like the sound of that, and not just because my bedroom looks like a crime scene.” He cocks his head at you, but you just shake your own at him in response before continuing, “But I’m letting you know right now, the mustache is staying on when you have your way with me.”

“You have yourself a deal as long as you share your routine with me,” he murmurs, running a finger down the line of the faux abs of your tank top. “Can’t say I remember seeing these this morning in the shower. I’ve got a girl to impress, so I’d be happy to show you how grateful I am for any tips and tricks.”

“Think you’re doing just fine in those short-short of yours,” you reply, taking a step back to give him a thorough once over, “What inspired this eyeful of an ensemble?”

“I knew the shorts would make my ass look good,” he says with a shrug that send you into a fit of giggles. He’s ready to skip the party all together, in favor of appreciating how good you look outside of your costume. Your eyes are dancing with amusement and he finds himself wanted to admit more, “And because, you know…”

He thought his costume idea had been pretty witty, but now he felt a little sheepish because he didn’t want you to think he was being corny. Sure the shorts had been the thing that sealed the deal, but he’d picked good boy Danny Zuko for a reason.

“No, Bradley, I don’t think I do. Will you explain it to me?”

“Summer lovin’ happened so fast and all that.”

“‘And all that’, huh?” And there’s that look of your, he was absolutely putty in your hands when you looked at him like that. “Ok, ok, but I need to know,” you pause for moment, and look up at him with a very serious expression, “Did you have yourself a blast?”

He watches as you bite your bottom lip trying not to laugh at your own joke.

And in that moment, he just knows.

The sureness had been taking up residence in his bones since he’d first convinced you that trying to keep it casual with you wouldn’t cut it for him.

“Would now be a bad time to tell you that I love you?” he asks, threading his fingers through beltloops to pull you in closer to him.

“While I’m wearing a tank top with a six-pack dressed up as you? Seems a little narcissistic, does it not?” He’s never seen your smile this big or this bright before.

He knows. He knows. He knows.

Rooster pulls you back in for a deep kiss.

“I love you too, Bradley,” you murmur against his lips.

He kisses you until he can’t keep the smile off of his face.

“Hey, Bradshaw!”

Surprised, he pulls away from you to see Nat waving him over. He takes your hand, ready to take you over with him.

“No, not you. The better Bradshaw,” Phoenix announces as she points at you, crooking a finger and holding out a shot syringe for you.

You pull him to you, giving him one more quick before floating over to join Nat near the kitchen.

He’s feeling more than a little dumbstruck in that moment.

And not just from the sight of your shapely legs in those cutoff jean shorts.

Bradley’s feet feel cemented to the wood floors beneath his black hightop converse as he watches you throw your head back in laughter at something Nat says.

He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he thinks his last name looks good on you.

You smile wide and beaming, your eyes shining as you turn to look at him from across the other side of the room.

Yeah, it looks really good on you.

Happy Halloween, Friends! This little moment has been living in my head since I posted my first ever fic on here, 'Oh Christmas Tree'! I'm so glad to finally release it to share with you! Thank you for reading!

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