#OHMYGODDDDD WHY DID I DO THIS

[rosalinesurvived]

Og ada trio thoughts lads it aint lookin good

Bsd + Greek Tragedy

[forever-is-made-of-nows]

#the way he just spit the coffee out#why do i love him

ur so me. why was it so hot. im in love with him.

Ohmygoddddd thank you! The way that tumblr would LOVE this show if they actually watched it? And it has nothing in the tags? Make it make sense

Okay but fr I have too many thoughts on why that specifically was hot and now I'm going to tell you so here we go:

It's hot because its REAL, when you're spitting out a coffee because its gross (in his CAR hes so insane) you arent trying. You're not wanting to appear a certain way, you're letting yourself be gross and weird and totally careless. And yet hes so gentle that it doesnt come across as annoying or aggressive. It's the sweetest person you know just did something so fundamentally weird and random that you KNOW they feel comfortable with you. And THAT is hot. Hot as fuck actually

[walker-extended-universe]

#At least Cordell returned before Liam adopted the kids (from @adaav)

OHMYGODDDDD the actual adoption would be Liam’s ’dog catches car’ moment#that would have been the worst thing for literature EVERYONE involved (from @small-scale-majestic)

No but actually lets talk about this because Liam keeps bringing up the adoption thing:

Why was Liam petitioning to adopt Stella and August when there was no confirmation Cordell was dead?

Why would he need to do that? I imagine Emily and Cordell would've had something in their will for who they wanted to take care of the kids if they died.

Why was Liam doing it instead of the grandparents?

Why did Liam keep it from Cordell?

It's also worth pointing out that Liam moved down to Austin with Bret and had an apartment with him yet spent 95% of his time living at the ranch and being Substitute Dad

It's almost like Liam was trying to insert himself in Cordell's life while he was gone.....

Why? There's probably 85 different possible explanations but between this and Liam taking on a co-parent-ish role these past couple seasons....

Idk but it sure makes the gears turn

[gretagerwigsmuse]

okay so we like became friends from the first fic and like getting a prequel is just like so cool to me for reasons i can’t quite articulate? like i remember first messaging you and you being like i wanna do something with their early relationship! so like i know how long you’ve been noodling around with this idea and i LOVED it �� like it was so fluffy and cute and the banter between not only her and bradley but bradley and the rest of the team was so snappy! to say nothing of the COSTUMES!?! ma’am they’re so clever!! more below 💕

More often than not, he was texting you throughout the day. - ugh why is he so sweet?? def double and triple texting too 🤭

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. - it is definitely paying off!!! awwwwww she loves him!!

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)

And there was nothing worse than having to explain your outfit for it to make sense to people. - a-fucking-men! like the pink cast is so OBVIOUSLY ME BEING LADY BIRD!!!

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!?!!

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. - SCREAMING!?! SHE IS SO CHEEKY AHHH

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!!!

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?

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

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

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)

“Laugh it up, Flavortown,” Bradley snorts, “You on your way out?” - IM SCREAMING HELP OHMYGODDDDD THIS IS SO FUNNY

“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. - oh sweet boy!

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. - PLSSSSSSS this is so!?!!

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???

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

He liked that you were his girl. - oh 🥺 this is so soft! i wanna be his girl

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

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?!??

“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

“I still can’t believe you use to date him,” he ribs Nat lightly. - WARN A GIRL OF THE HISTORY!?! (poor nat)

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. - oh sweet boy!!!

“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!!!

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

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

A flash goes off, the light bright behind his eyes. - THE LOCKSCREEN THE LOCKSCREEN!!

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. - do not even JOKE ABOUT THIS!?!!??? NEVER!! NEVER EVER!

“But I’m letting you know right now, the mustache is staying on when you have your way with me.” - PLS SHES SO FUNNY

“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

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

“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?

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!

If you want to find out what happened next for these two, just follow the link above!

If you're curious about what all of their costumes look like, you can see them here!

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[harrysfolklore]

now i’m going to need a part 5 of victoria de angelis

and here it is ! the final part of this mini series, i’m so happy you guys liked it so much <3 i suggest you to read the headcanon to understand their story better !

SERIES MASTERLIST | STORY HEADCANON

for the sake of this story, let’s all pretend that tom is damiano and nyoh is victoria lol

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram Can’t believe we’re nearing the end of Love on Tour. Today, i’m thankful for every single experience lived and every person i’ve met during the last 3 months.

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harryfan1 i don’t want tour to end

pillowpersonpp 💗💗

harryfan2 HARRY LIKED THIS HELLO

damianodvd proud of you bitch

↳ harryfan3 your boyfriend calling you bitch how romantic

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↳ harryfan1 HELLO ???

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harryupdates Harry leaving a gym today

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harryfan1 so hawwwwttt

harryfan2 am i tripping or is that damiano? the one with the green shorts

↳ harryfan3 WAIT I THINK HE IS

harryfan4 now he’s hanging out with damiano? and liking yn’s posts again?? i’m so CONFUSED

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damianodvd here’s a picture of us about 5 years ago when we started to experiment with this thing called music, tonight, you do your final performance as the bassist of one of the top artists in the game. i’m so beyond proud of you, bitch

and yeah no we’re not dating lol

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harryfan3 if they were never dating why did harry and yn distanced from each other for a while ??

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yourinstagram thank you for always believing in me and supporting me, and i appreciate you for not lashing out against harry fans LOVE ON TOUR FOREVER

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harryupdates “In bass and vocals, give it up for my girl, YN” HARRY INTRODUCING YN TONIGHT !!

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harryfan3 that doesn’t mean they’re dating lol

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[chil2de]

Hello! I love your blog and was wondering if i could request some headcanons with Miya atsumu! Maybe its where Tsumu and reader are just hanging out but they accidentally call him Samu instead of tsumu and his reaction? Thank you!

indignity - miya atsumu x reader

heyheyhey! welcome to my blog if you’re new and i’m glad you like it here!!! i have a love hate relationship w atsumu but who cares i’d freaking die for him, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

- this one time you were on the phone to atsumu bc he was away for a msby match and he called you on his break

- put you on loudspeaker and was like

- “how’s my favourite baby girl doing?”

- BRO

- JSHDHFHSHHDHFDH

- OMFG

- u accidentally minced ur words and said

- “hey osamu”

- THE ABSOLUTE SHOCK ON HIS FACE

- HE WAS LIKE

- 🙂

- HAHAHAHHA YOU COULD HEAR SAKUSA SNORT IN THE BACKGROUNDomfnfnfh hinata squeaks and hes like

- “wait”

- THEN THE LINE CUT

- ohmygoddddd

- bruh atsumu just got humiliated in front of the entire msby in the changing room he’s literally praying for strength that he doesn’t come and deck you

- ofc he wouldn’t actually hit you but prob play fight instead

- oh my godddd the anguish on his face yfgfgdgffgfhhg suna keptsmirking and sakusa was trying not to laugh whilst hinata stared at him without a clue what happened

- “suna, what happened?”

- “(y/n) called him osamu-“

- “aight im heading out, fuck all of you, you heard nothing”

- samu called u bc ofc sakusa and suna are both headasses who are always on their phones

- “did you-“

- “goodbye, i am transcending earth, if you don’t hear from me you’ll know why”

- atsumu kept letting ur calls go to voicemail like pls

- came back from a match and u were lounging on the sofa w the tv on

- you could hear the soft padding of his feet

- the smallest “tadaima” you’ve ever heard him say🥺

- he slung his bag onto the counter and u rushed over to him and mf is just glaring at you FFHFHFFG

- “tsumuuuuu, pleeease! i’m sorry! i didn’t mean it~ your names sound similarrrrr you can’t blame me~”

- he just huffed and continued to glare at u w a small pout giving u the silent treatment

- u opened ur arms

- he screwed his face at u

- u egged him on and twitched ur arms again

- mf crybaby you could tell he wanted to hug you so bad but his EGO IS SO MASSIVE

- “please, tsumu? pretty please, i’m sorry i called you by the wrong twin-“

- groaned in defeat and scooped u up, swinging u into the air as he pulled you into his chest

- he set u down onto the ground and lightly swayed u back and forth w his chin rested on the top of ur head, his arms are looped underneath urs and they were rested on your shoulders

- acts like an asshole but his touches are still always so affectionate

- he lightly inhaled, breathing in ur shampoo and perfume cause man did he freaking miss you so much

- his knuckles were white from the way he gripped onto u, his hands bundling up the fabric of ur shirt as he kept close to you

- hugged u w his chest flush against yours :( you could feel his heartbeat and damn was he stressed

- couldn’t stop thinking about you frfr

- at one point he was like fuck it i just wanna hear that sweet voice again

- but alas to no avail

- “i’m still royally pissed off i just want to hug you”

- “sure you’re not just having mood swings?”

- “seriously, i’ll deck you right here and now”

- “uh-huh”

- “talk shit get hit” LMFAOOO

- well he pinned you down to the floor its up to you to decide if it was roughhousing or not

[char-lotteral]

Spill the tea. Don't worry about it being long XD

This has been in my ask box for a while now, and I keep forgetting to respond to some of my anons, so im sorry.... x))

This'll be a little debunk between Nart's feelings for Sak and Hina but first, LISTEN HERE

This isn't a breeding ground for discourse or shipping wars or whatever tf negativity you have going on, I just wanna ramble my thoughts. This is an innocent post and if you disagree with it, well--i really dont care :DD

Anw, here are my thoughts as to how different Naruto's feelings are for Sakura and Hinata

I just randomly thought of making this longass essay because apparently, there's been another "war" over on narutwt with NS vs. NH and ohmyGODDDDD, WHO CARESSSSS. SHUT THE FUCK UPPP PLEASEEE.

this shit should've ended in shippuden, I hate it here

If youre an nh fan, please I beg of you, let ppl ship ns if they want to, its really not that hard. It's so embarrassing seeing nh fans go rogue whenever they see an ns related post. Like please stop being rude to ns shippers, let ppl ship their drawings, who tf cares. Ur embarrassing the fandom ://

Okay so i think i wanna start off with how Nart fell for Sakura. They were kids. Kindergartners even. He saw Sakura as the "pretty, smart, popular girl" and like the attention deprived child that he is, he chose he wanted to be with her. It was a CRUSH. An innocent and childish one at that.

Did he love her? Yes. Was he in love with her? Debatable tbh. He was infatuated with her. It's a normal infatuation vs. real love type of shit.

I mean, he was too busy to even focus on himself and with the whole Sauce drama, so i doubt he even had the time to even sort out his own romantic feelings. I'm not even sure if his feelings for Sakura were really that deep rooted as what alot of fans claim it to be.

BECAUSE BECAUSE GETTHIS. If Naruto was really that in love with Sak, why didn't he introduce him to Minato when he was about to depart? If he was really that confident for his feelings for Sakura, then why didn't he share those thoughts to one the most essential things his mother imparted to him?

The only thing similar between Sakura and Kushina are their hot headedness. Even kishi himself admitted that scene with the girlfriend thingy was a herring. Even freaking Tsunade admitted that if Naruto were to be with someone as willful as him, they'd be butting heads all the time.

Do they have a special bond? Yes. Would they work out together as a couple? Yeah, as a bickering married one

And another thing, remember the fake confession scene? Sakura said "I love you" to Naruto. She said those words that Naruto himself has been "dying" to hear, so why didn't he get all ecstatic?

Because he knew she was lying!

Exactly!! He knew she was lying. He knew he'd never have a chance with her. He knew the extent of her feelings for Sasuke and respected it. He didn't act on it, he joked around with dates and what not but there was never any impactful romantic scene between them. Oh and shouldn't romantic scene have i dunno; mutual romance?

Theyre "the most developed ship" but Sakura has established mulitiple times that she was only in love with Sasuke. Narusaku was just as one sided as the other ships in shippuden but some of you aren't ready for that concersation.

Naruto would get rejected every damn minute or at every "moment" they had. How is that mutual??

They just had the upper hand because theyre mcs and they had the most screentime, let's be real

And what I absolutely hate the most about how people perceive Naruto's feelings for Sakura is that they see him as this pathetically in love, obsessed weirdo who only chose Hinata as a rebound or a second choice.

NEWS FLASH

PEOPLE MOVE ON. IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS

It's not rocket science, it's not some philosophical shit, it's healthy and normal and realistic.

Istg some diehard shippers are too detached from reality that they can't even grasp the concept of moving on from a crush.

They act as if Naruto didn't give a flying fuck for Hinata in the entire series or that he barely knew her name. I mean c'mon, it's self explanatory¿¿¿ He moved on. Same with Ino with Sasuke, they both moved on.

How👏is👏it👏that👏hard👏to👏understand

And I'd also like to compare the scenes with Naruto being rejected by Sakura wiith Naruto being rejected by Hinata.

Naruto gets rejected by Sakura - he gets beaten up - He laughs it off- He moves on

Naruto gets rejected by Hinata - crippling depression - looks like shit - loses all motivation - fights for the girl

Yeah, I'll leave that to you

I also see some say that Naruto needed a partner who could keep him in line and reprimand him for the stupid stuff he does.

Pft, like what? A mom?

What Naruto needs, as someone brash and acts on impulse time to time, is someone patient and understanding and considerate. Everything he didn't have growing up. He needs a partner, not someone who berates him for being all goofy and for being himself. Hinata in a way is kinda like a neutralizer.

Also, I think its important to remember that there was a TWO YEAR TIME SKIP AFTER THE WAR WHERE NARUTO AND HINATA CANONICALLY GREW CLOSER.

Man, none of this would have been up for discussion if Kishi just knew how to develop fucking romance between het couples. If we're being honest, sns would've made the most sense. Im not even kidding. Sns would've the only endgame couple that'd make sense. And this is coming from a person who loves NH xD

thus ends my ramblings :DD

I regret ever delving into the world of Naruto. Now I can't fucking escape

[vankeppel]

Saw the ask on your ask post lmaoo @acrossthewavesoftime so here we go!

5. Most ridiculous statement on them?

Already answered for Clinton so I’ll do my next favourite (Sir William Howe)

ohmygoddddd the ludicrousness it comes to with Howe. Honestly, it’s the statements claiming he lost the war through personal behaviour.

It’s annoying to see the loss of the war blamed on a man’s inclination to the bottle, gaming table, and a mistress. It doesn’t make sense and completely ignores the actual, more complex reasons why Britain lost.

Absolutely ignores analytic critiques of his generalship, which is a far better bet when it comes to finding the reason for failure.

Similar to the issue with Clinton, it also presents him as a man who wasn’t dedicated to his profession. Once again, this is untrue. Howe wasn’t the first or the last officer to have personal recreations. This was very common among the officers. Even winning commanders like Ligonier and Wellington did such things.

8. First impression?

So I first read of Sir Henry in The Men Who Lost America (fabulous book btw!). The first few pages of the chapter on him didn’t hook me, but I continued to read on. Then, I hit the “shy bitch” quote and (after a good laugh) I was sufficiently intrigued. The more I learned of his personality and life the more I found him interesting. Honestly, if the description of his negative traits was supposed to get me to hate him, it sure as hell didn’t work lmaooo

20. Favourite possession related to them?

Gotta be Sir Henry’s war memoirs I finally got a copy of, as well as the Willcox biography. Those two things cost me more than a pretty penny, and they are highly treasured.

[jenmyeons]

Favorite Fics 2019

hi hello it’s me your local mess. ok so this hit me on my way to work the other day and since it’s friday i feel like today is a good day to hopefully make someone’s day/night/weekend a little brighter? 

i love reading fanfics. periodt. there are lots of incredible writers out there on this site and other platforms who take time to write beautiful fics about the real people and characters and their emotional support kpop ladies and gentlemen to show their love and appreciation so i want to dedicate this to my favorite fics of this year. these fanfics are of varying lengths and genres but they all have two things in common 1) they were posted this year 2) i love them.

(most of these are exo but i have some other groups sprinkled in there too)

other favorite fics of mine can be found under my fic recs tag!

A Decade of Midnights by @chogi-wae 

queen of noir! grumpy chenneth! sexy detectives! murder mystery! do i even have to say anything else? oh yes! we also get coroner!baekhyun 

ps: jae has a sequel started for this with two parts already having me at the edge of my seat. i love all of jae’s writing but this one takes the cake

Enough by @yeoldontknow

anything kat touches turns golden and holy mother of everything that is self-love and reflection. this is a fic for all us sexy ladies with a body that doesn’t conform to what society has decided is “beautiful”. i can’t call myself plus size in any way but i do not have a flat tummy or legs for days or perky titties. quite the opposite; i’m a short lady with love handles, saggy tits and stomach rolls (yes we’re going tmi here but it’s important ok). park chanyeol is the opposite of that and he’s the best fucking man ever in this fic. he’s a muscle man but he’s a man with the biggest heart and he says “you have a cute butt” which is enough reason for you to read this. when i feel bad about myself, i think about enough and i become a little happier

Empty Vessels 

another yeoldontknow masterpiece! i stand by the statement that this is the best fic i have ever read. probably read this five times already and i think about it almost daily. junmyeon is a witch from salem and that’s only one of the many reasons for you to check this out and hopefully fall in love with it as much as i have. it’ll rip your heart out and stomp on it. dub me professional empty vessels promoter already kat!! 

Dichotomy by @kyungseokie

dia hurts you in the best possible way with this fic. bawl my eyes out every damn time i read this because fucking hell this is emotional investment and hearts broken and everything hurts and this is not your average love triangle where one guy is obviously worse than the other. NO! this can go either way and you just want everyone to be happy and baekhyun needs a hug!

Teacher’s Pet by @suhoerections

teacher junmyeon getting called daddy “threatening” to bend you over his desk and fuck you hard is a lot for a suhoe stan such as myself to think about but i’m not mad, just jorny.

Clouded by @mayrubyy

uhm yes do you want to cry some more? this is an emotional rollercoaster, you have been warned! this fic has great potential and it’s maya’s child and when the next part is posted you know shit will go down and ashjgff i have no words only love for both the author aka my baby and the fic itself🥺💖

Familiar Stranger by @myforeverforlife

love love love love LOVE familiar stranger! a beautiful story about reader losing all memories of the last five years due to an accident which includes her entire life with fiancé kim jongdae. dae is an angel, we all know that, but he’s somehow even more angelic as the most patient person ever in familiar stranger. this hits right in the feels (can you tell i love to read angst ahjdsf) and it’s not your usual wham bam thank you ma’am all-memories-recovered-in-five-seconds kind of situation either and i’m praying for another update of this because this is not just one of the best fics of this year but one of my favorites period.

Sunny Side Up by @dreaminghaos

i love everything fee writes with a burning passion y’all

this fic is everything everything everything!!! i can’t get enough of this fic and i probably never will get enough of it either because i love this pairing and i’m in love with struggling writer!jeonghan 

Magnetic by @softyexo 

did anyone say ceo!myeon? this is a recent love of mine. i read it just the other day and have been thinking about it non-stop since. absolutely in love with oc’s and junmyeon’s dynamic in this one and it feeds all my lovesickness for this man made of pure husband material. thanks for coming to this ted talk.

Hold on to silence by @dropsofletters

amazing! show stopping! incredibly unique! absolutely astonishing! idiots in love! omg i LOVE this one! yixing as chanhun’s manager is everything i didn’t know i needed and holy crap this is such a lovely story please read it and experience the feels™

Neon Moon by @kyungseokie

they were roleplaying! ROLEPLAYING!

Trauma by @baekwell--tart

dad and secret mafia man!byun falls in love with his babysitter after being an absolute asshole to her and oh my god i am so invested in this masterpiece. whenever bella updates trauma i yell. i’ve re-read this many times already and i continue to find new reasons why i love this story with my whole entire being

Mr. Byun

bella once again proving that she writes the most amazing bbh fics. angst and smut combined i swear i was a whole lot worked up with all the spice in this one and then i cried like a baby when it ended. have i told you that i’m a very emotionally stable person?🤡

Bedazzling Heart of Gold by @baekonsforbreakfast

i love this song! baekhyun gets dumped and falls in love with oc who runs one of the biggest hostess bars in all of sk and holy crap you just love everyone in this fic. even that one character who you feel like you should hate but kind of still empathize with on a deeply emotional level. no? just me? ok then. i love you belle and i hope you know how much i enjoy your writing💗

Mr. Muscles by @chogi-wae

short and sweet drabble about oc biting jun’s bicep. no but for real i’ve read this one countless times and i just love a domestic jun so go ahead and read duality and dyson as well because nobody writes cute domestic fluff like jae ilysm

Money Makes Her Smile by @ninibears-erigom

mrs gom has written one of the dirtiest but also loveliest smut series of 2019. jongdae’s part was posted yesterday and holy fuck i have never read better jongdae smut ever i think

Business Before Pleasure by @pcychedelic

actor minseok! i repeat: actor minseok!

they get down and dirty in like the second chapter and i’m in love. not because of the obvious spiciness but because the amazing portrayal of minseok in this fic. love a strong female character? then you will love oc too!

High Voltage by @skyesins

SIN! THIS IS SIN! I LOVED EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS FIC AND PART TWO IS EVEN BETTER!

there’s also the original ofc version on asian fanfics for those who aren’t into reader inserts and it’s just as good! 

Literally every single aesthetic that @kpop-daze has written but some favorites include exo as broken love / exo as ephemeral tenderness /  exo as fleeting heartbreak 

Unfitting by @heechulhamster

SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK that is all

no wait... this has real descendants of the sun vibes and i love it so much can i have a soldier!xiu por favor

Fire and Frost by @writing-exo-things

queen of drabbles! i love every single one of them but this one is next level™ i cried like a baby this is truly amazing!!!

Take Care by @omyeol 

 g o d i felt this fic on a deeply spiritual and emotional level 

False Hope by @pastel-kpop

i hate you and i love you for writing this it still hurts reading this like YES MAKE ME HURT AYESHA THEY ARE IDIOTS 

Mocha by @stainandscribble  

the whole café series is lovely but mocha and espresso really stuck out to me i’m so soft for the whole aesthetic of these! 

ever imagined that jackson wang is your date to your brother’s wedding? well @softseunies did and it turned out fucking amazing! what i love the most is that it’s very open for interpretation and of course jackson is always a mood when will he be my date and mayhaps potential bf at the wedding of the brother i don’t have?

little forest by @myforeverforlife

I LOVE THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! L O V E THIS!

not his to love by @boogerines

can you hear me sobbing? this hurts so much let me go back to crying over this again after i re-read this for the nth time

this blurb right here is adorable @sprinklesofktrash did that!

wild valley by @fairyyeols

wild valley is that bitch™ and that’s all i have to say i live and breathe for this installation of exo customs my favorite, in fact

blossoms in the wind by @marshmallow-phd

don’t @ me but this goblin!au with junmyeon as the goblin and baekhyun as the grim reaper is more intriguing than the drama and that’s saying a lot but i cry with every new chapter ohmygoddddd

wrong number by @yeoldotcom

i’m a hoe for fake texts and zee makes the best ones🥺🥺🥺🥺

also love love love bf!jun in food buddies

break up with me by @exoangst

don’t mind me i’m just crying in a corner as i read this for the millionth time and cry over how well written oc is and how fucking amazing that breakup scene is like has anyone done it like that before? maybe, idk but this is the only one that counts 

[oreandas]

A Mysterious Message [July 29, 2020]  [Archive Copy]

Porter looks up from painting the lightning bolts on one of the Electric Chairs, moving to look up at Mari... “Do we know an August...?” He inquires to her, the entire message just having an...odd feeling to it, to him.

Mari takes a drink from her wine glass as she sucks in a bittt trying to get the sparrrrks right mmmmmmnnnnn, her hair falling to the side as she really starts to Studddddy It. The name drawing her out of the trance, her lips curling up in instant Disgust, “What?”

“She sent me a strange message and somehow knew who my mom was, it was...Odd,” Porter remarks, even as she tries to focus in on the little details of the lightning....

A crinkle creases hard between Mari’s thick yet sculpted brows, moving her hand out as she sets the brush down, “Let me See.”

Porter’s eyebrow raises as he sees that there was More now since he had last check, before handing his phone over to Mari.

Mari takes hold of Porter’s phone, already open to the message, seeing the Notorious Face, she had suspected it to be, her face scrunching up as she reads the text wall of a message...ew, what the fuck does L** creeper peeper ass have to do with anythhhhhing...her lip curling up as she thinks about it But not Settling on it Too Long...moving to tap her icon and see what the fuck she was Talking About...her head moving back somewhat as she sees this Baby of all things, what the fuck, scrollllling further and tapping through a few things...her nostrils flaring somewhat as she does so her lips....ughhh, the realization dawning on her as she closes her eyes and begins to rub the sides of her temples....

“Is something the matter?” Porter asks as he takes in Mari’s reaction to the whole thing, it only amplifying the off feeling he had about it....

Uhhhhghhhghghgg, Mari’s fingers continuing to knead along the side of her head, “She’s talking about Thee...” She groans out, ohmygoddddd...

Porter slowly raises his eyebrow as he finally looks donan to read the message, finally getting why it felt so odd...”I don’t Want to talk to Thee again and I don’t Want to have him bother Mom,” he firmly states as he looks down at the message, it just...his brow knitting as he looks down at it, at a loss for... “Why?” He breathes out, mostly to himself as he looks down at it, a...frustration, moving through him, at what this woman was trying to do.

"I don't Know. She's like Messy as all fuck..." Mari responds back with a deep sigh, handing Porter his phone back, closing her left eye as she rubs it some scratching her nails through that side of her hair, another sighhhh moving from between her lips, "Probably That and her Pinned Tweet which feeds righhht back into the whole Thing." Looking over at Porter, as she rests her arms onto the seat of the chair, "Guess we have to just get another Dog at this rate?"

Porter takes a moment to...click on the woman’s page, involuntarily wincing as he sees the child who had become a part of this, without ever asking to, it all just leaving an unsettled feeling in his stomach.... “What...the Fuck...” He breathes out, a bit softly, as his eyes remain on the screen...

"You okay?" Mari asks as she looks over to Porter not even biting at her little attempt at a joke,

“I just...” Port tries to...his brow knitting as he finds no other way of expressing it... “What the Fuck. He has no Right, bringing a child into this world, with what he’s Done, it’s not fair to Them, it’s Fucked,” he breathes out, all the Shit coming back to him, the pieces he knew, the ones he didn’t but felt, what he knew about what he Did to Emerson...Fuck Him, his brow softly, yet with a bit of fury knitting, and he expected Mom to come back to him, after what he Did, how he Treated her, Fuck Him, a soft stream of breath coursing through Porter’s nostrils before...”But it’s a good day, right?” He asks Mari, as he picks up his brush once again, the chair almost done.

Mari's gaze falls and drifts upwards along Porter's face as he just...Airs it Out, her cheek pushing up as she rests her face in her left hand, watching him go back to painting, "Yeah, fuck him. Not his day, it's a whole 'nother assholes." Mari agrees, a flit of a smile moving across her face at the words carrying a bit of softness laced within them. "Come look at my side?"

“Yeah, it’s a very special day,” Porter remarks back with a small, soft smile, before giving Mari a thankful kiss, before heading to look at her side, taking it in. “It looks really good. I can’t wait for him to see it,” he offers as his smile spreads as he takes in all of the little details.

Mari’s lips happily curl upwards after not only the kiss but finally showing off her little side piece  “I knowwwww, right? Damn. Can’t let you Have Anything, first the poetry now the art? What’re you going to doOoooOoooo...?” She sighs out with a faux sad pout her palm resting over her chest, “I’d say “sorry” buuuut.....”

"Maybeee....This," Porter teasingly says as he moves to place a teeny tiny dot of paint on the tip of Mari's nose, the corner of his lips perking upwards.

[burnedbyshoto]

h-hello! i would like to ask you for advice. theres this boy i like and he likes me too and he wants to do sexual things with me but im nervous! i want to do it too, but im just worried he wont like what he sees or that i wont live up to expectations. feel free to ignore this if u dont want to answer. thank you uwu

OHMYGODDDDD OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK

first of all, congratulations on finding a boy you like and finding out he likes you too!!!!!! thats A M A Z I N G!!!!!!!

second of all, doing sexual things is apart of many people’s identities, and there is nothing wrong with having sex or some sort of intercourse as long as it is consensual!!!!!!! i don’t know how old you are anon, but im going to guess youre at most 18. underage sex is tricky… obviously because of sex laws, but i grew up in an area where kids where having sex in 6th grade so i have a different viewpoint on it in comparison to laws. i definitely dont agree that middle schoolers should be having sex, nor should freshmen because youre still babies, but if you happen to be around this time i can’t stop you. 

but i will advise you:

sex is… underwhelming the first time. don’t expect it to be like the smut you’ve read here about first timers. unless this boy has had sex before, or just happens to be very good naturally, it most likely will be awkward! my first time was awkward because me and my partner did not communicate, which brings me to my second point!

communicate!!!!!!!! talk with him during sex, say “yes i like that” or “do that again” or “how did that feel” there are many ways to ask if something worked without it breaking the mood for lack of a better term. communicate even if it embarrasses you because theres nothing worse then just laying there with a dick in you and just feeling disappointed.

nerves are natural!!! you should be nervous! sex is a big thing for most people, i obviously didnt “save myself for marriage” but i waited for someone right to sleep with, and i honestly even though my first time was awkward, i dont regret it!

now about expectations. DONT EVER COMPARE YOURSELF TO PORN OR SMUT OR ANY PREVIOUS PARTNERS HE MAY HAVE!!!!!!!!! i can not stress that enough. porn stars are acting, theyre ACTORS of course they’re screaming and moaning their heads off at everything, why do you think “moaning like a porn star” is a coined thing??? we know its fake!!! when you’re new to sex and younger of course expectations will be like what you read and watch, but you can’t rely on that. moan if you want to moan, scream if it feels fantastic, but NEVER moan or scream to make him feel better. tis why we women are stuck doing fake orgasms. take my advice, ive never faked an orgasm in my life (except one but that was because he was like “i wont leave until you cum” and i was tired of him). as i said before, smut is also dramaticized, we reader want you to feel and experience whats happening. so of course the moans and strings of curses will leave your lips as character pounds his dick into you as your walls clench around him, and his head is thrown back because hes so close on edge as the coil in your belly tightens. is that going to happen in real life??? maybe. depends on how great a partner he is, but itll take awhile for you to find that, definitely not on your first time!!!!! and previous partners???? EVERYONE HAS SEX DIFFERENTLY!!! EVERYONE IS UNIQUE IN THEIR LIKES, KINKS, AND TURN ONS SO IF HE HAS HAD SEX BEFORE AND GOES OFF BECAUSE ANOTHER GIRL LIKED THIS OR THAT AND YOU DONT??? DO NOT APOLOGIZE THIS IS ABOUT YOU NOT HIM OR HER!!!!!!!!!! what you can do to figure out what you like is simple by masturbation. figure out what you like beforehand so you can tell him how to please you! sex is not a one way street sweet anon, and many delusional boys act like it is, but yoU CANT LET HIM DO THAT TO YOU!!!!

the most important advice i can give you now is: be confident!!!!!

simple and easy to say, harder to accept. you are beautiful the way you are! skinny, fat, curvy, thin, short, tall, blind, deaf, no matter the case. you are you, and if he has feelings for you that has to mean he likes you the way you are so use that if it helps. he’s interested in you sexually, he wants you, and you want him! he’s gonna like anything you have to present him, so be ready! go get yourself a cute bra and panties, make yourself feel HOT AND BEAUTIFUL because thats hot as hell for both you and him!!!!

sex is scary but it should be fun if you have sexual desires!!!! so take him by the dick and go to town when YOU FEEL READY

(maybe there will be more help in the replies??? just in case i missed anything important)