#theres definitely something vintage in there

[sendpseuds]

No brain! I can't possibly write another word until I know exactly what cars are in Obi-Wan's garage!

[icarusredwings]

Things in the X-Men community that the Fandom has dubbed canon:

Charles is an alchoolic like his step father and he hates himself for it.

Wade has tummy issues and is actually smart.

Logan has food problems and eats too fast

Erik makes shit float when he makes out with Charles

Pietro speaks really fast and people see it as rude rather then understanding his point of view.

Colossus is a massive sweetheart who will paint you pictures or bake muffins.

Wanda and Jean would be amazing friends (AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN SISTERS)

Scott wants so desperately to not be a boyscout but it's the role hes been given and he can't seem to break out of charater.

Logan plays Scotty dosn't know on repeat outside Scotts room when hes pissed at him. It gives him anxiety every time.

Ororo knows how to cook large amounts of food and is very loving of children but has a temper. She is the scary auntie that you love when you grow up because of how strict she is.

Jubilee once had to cut gum out of her hair

Rouge sounds like dolly parton but will deny it

Jean is the top.

Gambits messed up grammer is adorable, and his food is to die for.

Erik is emotional over the holidays because often times he's alone, envious of the big family that charles has- without him.

Beast sheds way too much and its very annyoing.

Kitty definitely has a "vintage" "jazasize" outfit, complete with leg warmers.

Morph is very insecure and often has social anxiety to the point they wont speak if theres a lot of people around.

Kurt hands from chandeliers for no reason

If Logan comes to ask bobby to make his beer cold one more time hes going to freeze them on purpose.

Ororo sees Kurt like a younger brother

I dont care that kurts lived in america for 3 or 13 years he will never say Wolverine properly.

Spyke is a bit of trouble, but he's a good kid. A kid who just wants to prove he's worth something.

Yukio likes miku

Negasonic secretly loves everyone around her

The mansion has blown up 17 trillion times.

Everyone has nightmares 24/7 and at least one person is screaming at night.

Logan gets passed around like communal pasta salad

[charcoallbaby]

fake marriage

smuttyyyyy ofc so 18+ also a lil toxic

tired asf i’ll do a spelling check tmrw thx for reading!

having a fake marriage was definitely one of the best thing to ever exist especially since i get paid to pretend to love a man who is basically heartless, well to most people he is.

i get to live in a giant penthouse in the city of boston, i get a huge bedroom, with a ensuite plus a balcony, free clothes, mostly everything gets handed to me.

as much i love being in this fake marriage, there are some cons mostly because of matt. i mostly hate hearing him fuck girls in the room next to me, when i can’t do anything like that, he’s very protective of me, he gets jealous very easily, he doesn’t really let me talk to any male being while he’s with me. he punishes me by not paying me that week which doesn’t really effect me, the amount of money i’ve made since this marriage is insane, it would take me months to run through it. but in matt’s eyes he’s somehow “punishing me.”

tonight was a black-tie event for one of his many company’s. he got me a vintage chanel dress from the 90s. it was the most beautiful dress i’ve ever laid my eyes on, i knew the price of the dress would be nothing to him, he just wantedme to look good standing beside him.

“ready?” matt asked while fixing his cufflinks on his wrist. “yeah, i just need to get my heels on.” i grabbed my silver heels from my collection of different types of heels.

“the cars outside y/n.” he looked me up and down. “fuck, can you grab my bag?” i asked slipping myheels on. he rolled his eyes and grabbed my bag off my vanity. “thank you.” i took my small clutch from his hands and made my way to the elevator.

“behave tonight,” matt whispered in my ear before placing his hand around my waist, smiling for the cameras. “i always do.” i say through my teeth. “we’ll see about that love.” he pressed a light kiss to my cheek.

everything is for the cameras and i mean that. the touching, the kissing, theres no contact between us at home. before today i hadn’t spoken to matt in probably 3 days. not that he would talk to me anyway. he only talks to his parents, his 2 brothers, the maids who clean the house(mostly flirting) and the girls he fucks in the guest bedroom, matt would never dare to fuck a girl in his own bed, he’s really weird about that type of thing, he hates when anyone goes into his room well everyone but the maids, as i said he flirts with them a lot, just to make them blush, it boosts his already massive ego. after i come home from picking up some groceries up or going to visit my friends, i hear him making up some story of how he saved an animal or how much money he gives to charity which i know he does. but he hates people, hates them other than the couple people he talks to.

mine and matt’s hands were interlinked as we walked into the building.

“how long have you guys been married?” the older women infront of us asked. i looked up at matt before speaking, “well me and matt have been together 3 years, married for 1,” i gave a fake smile to the women. “that’s just so beautiful!” she chimed. matt gave the women a small smile. “wait!” “what about kids, do you have kids?” matt’s let go of my hand and put the hand i just holding around my waist. i cleared my through before awkwardly laughing. “no, no,” “not as of right now,” i smiled. “maybe soon,” matt finally spoke. “oh really!” she exclaimed. “yes matt really!” i looked up at him, he looked down at me before looking back at the women. “maybe not soon, but in the future.” he licked his lips. “wonderful!” “it was nice talking to your mr and mrs sturniolo, i’m going to find my husband he wanders off!” she laughed. “you too.” matt gave her a straight lined smile. “bye.” i smiled.

me and matt watched her walk away. “fuck,” he took a deep breath. “having kids soon are we?” i turned to him. he moved both his hands around my waist as he looked down at me. “only said that for people to have something to talk about,” i could feel his warm hands through my dress. “it’s crazy how such a cold hearted person can make something up like that,” i teased him. he looked away from me, chuckled before looking back at me again. “you look good.” he licked his teeth. “yeah you too.” i touched his right bicep.

“thank you everyone for coming tonight,” matt awkwardly had his hand in his pocket as he gave a speech. “i would like to thank my team and my wife,” “thanks.” he awkwardly put his drink up in the air before taking a sip.

the room was filled with people loudly clapping.

“what’s wrong?” matt asked as he came down by from the stage. “my feet hurt.” i whined. “y/n baby, i didn’t marry you to whine about your feet come on let’s get a drink.” he put his hand on my back and guided me towards the bar.

“what would you guys like?” the bartender asked. “scotch on the rocks,” “y/n?” matt asked. i looked at the bartender. he smiled at me. i gave him back a small smile. i cleared my throat. “i’ll have a-” “she’ll have a glass of white wine,” matt interrupted me. “alright, that’ll be coming straight up,” he looked at me. “are you trying to piss me off?” he leaned down and whispered into my ear. “no,” i gulped. “you were flirting with that guy,” “matt i just smiled.” “we’re going home, come on.” he grabbed my hand.

the car ride was silent. matt was on his phone making the back of the SUV slightly light up. i looked out the window, mostly trying to notfall asleep.

matt pressed the button for the elevator. he stood there my heels in his hand while looking down at the marbled floor on the lobby floor.

the elevator opened, no one inside. we both walked in. matt pressed the number for our apartment before leaning his head against the wall behind him, closing his eyes. he looked so sexy, his jawline was sharp as fuck, his long hair falling over his eyes and his tie wrapped around his shoulders, he took it off when we got in the car. i pressed the emergency button making the elevator immediately stop. matt’s eyes darted open. he looked at me.

“why’d you stop the elevator y/n?” he groaned. “why are you so overly protective with me matt?” “you know i don’t flirt with guys especially in front of you, you love to make shit up did you see me flirt with that bartender?” “i simply smiled at him as a nice human does,” i crossed my arms. matt rolled his eyes. “what would you like to pretend that i don’t care?” “y/n, you think i care about who you flirt with?” “i actually couldn’t care fucking less, i just you know like to make this marriage look a little bit realistic,” he leaned over and re-pressed over apartment floor button. the elevator began moving again. “this marriage would be a little realistic when i have people over for you to not be fucking some girl,” i looked down at my nails. “what’d say?” “you heard me loud and clear,” the elevator doors opened. “thanks for holding my heels baby.” i grabbed the heels from his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek just to piss him off even more.

i made my way to my room before matt grabbed my arm turning me around. “who do you think you are?” matt asked. i shrugged my shoulders before turning back around. “y/n!” matt yelled, pulling me back and pressing me against the wall beside us. “come on baby, tell me,” matt roughly held my waist. “i’m your wife matt,” i looked up at him. “your my wife y/n and i would like if you actually listened to me when i talked to you,” his grip on my hips became softer. “i’m sorry, i promise i’ll listen better next time daddy,” i batted my eyelashes. his eyes rolled into the back of my head. “i’m going to bed.” he backed away from me. “sweet dreams husband.”

after the little scene matt made, i changed out of my dress and walked into the kitchen to find a snack to eat.

i sat myself down at the kitchen island, a bowl of ice cream in front of me, my phone in my left hand, the spoon in my right. i had been thinking of eating this ice cream all day and now i finallygot a chance.

i was nearly half way through the bowl before shirtless matt walked into the kitchen, he had those plaid pj pants he loved with of course the waist band of his boxers sticking out. i rolled my eyes before focusing back onto the ice cream. i could hear matt open the fridge. i quickly looked at his back. it was so defined, his tattoos making it way hotter that it actually had to be.

“do we have any spare batteries anywhere?” i spoke. matt turned around, opened-water bottle in his hand. “why?” he asked. “for my vibarator,” i popped the spoon into my mouth. matt choked on his water. “do you know?” i asked. he cleared his throat. “yeah, there’s some in the uh-in my office on my desk.” he swallowed. “okay thanks!” i cheekily smiled. matt mumbled something i couldn’t make out before walking back to his room.

i opened matt’s office door to find him sitting on one of the couch’s controller in his hand playing his playstation. hm coincidence.

“sorry i just need to grab those batteries,” i walked past him and looked around his desk. i couldn’t see them. “matt where are they?” i turned around and looked at him. “they should be there,” he said not taking his eyes off the tv. i rolled mine while looking back down at the desk. “matt it’s an empty packet,” i held it up. he finally looked at me.“oh shit yeah- i was just being a nice husband, i already put the batteries in for you there sweetheart,” he flashed me a smile before looking back at the tv. i stomped over right infront of him. “i can’t see the tv princess,” “pause it then,” i bit the inside of my cheek. he paused it, placing the controller beside him. “you went through my stuff?” “you held my viborator!” “yeah, it was a nice one,” he smirked at me. “what the fuck!” “your insane!” i yelled. “eh,” “i’m not that bad love.” he opened his legs, man spreading.

i exhaled. “why would you think that would be a good idea?” i put a hand through my hair. “it was a nice gesture, don’t you think?” he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. i groaned. “it’s fucking weird!” “your not even my real husband!” “well if this makes you feel any better i did it so it would make the marriage more realistic,” he titled his head at me. “don’t bring that shit back up matt!” i whimpered.

“come on, it’s okay,” matt pulled himself more towards me. he placed his hands on my waist while looking up at me. “matt what are you doing?” i groaned. “it’s okay.” he pressed his warms lips against my stomach. i slowly closed my eyes. his lips stayed on my stomach while he slipped a finger up my shorts and into my underwear. he slid his finger into my soaking core. i let out a moan. he moved his finger inside me. after a few seconds his finger left me. i opened my eyes. his finger in his mouth. “oh fuck, you taste good,” he moaned. “let me eat you out,” he pulled me by the waistband of my shorts towards him making me fall down onto his lap. i quickly felt how hard he was underneath me. “lay there,” he said moving the controller onto the coffee table in front of us. i nodded my head. i layed myself down. matt licked his lips before pulling my shorts and underwear off. he placed himself between my legs. he was quick to slowly suck my clit. i cried out. “all you do is touch yourself y/n, i bet your dying for this,” matt groaned against me. he slipped his tongue into my licking up all my juices like it’s the best thing he’s every tasted. my hands were pulling onto his hair while parting my mouth open in pleasure. “ma-matt!” i cried out. “nearly there baby?” he pulled away from me making his warm breath hit off the pool he was between. “mhm.” i mumbled.

matt gave me one long stride between my folds before pulling away from me. i opened my eyes and whined. i was on the edge of coming. “i wanna fuck you,” matt said feeling his hard on through his pants. “okay-okay.” i breathed out. “not here, in my room.”

matt placed me down onto his bed, his lips softly meeting mine. we’ve kissed before around people but not alone, it felt so much more different this time.

“you on the pill?” he asked pulling his boxers down. i nodded my head. “i’m gonna fuck you without a condom cause to be fair, i don’t really care if i get you pregnant, your my wife after all.”

matt was inside me, not moving. i was trying to adjust his size. “you can do it, i know you can, matt whispered into my ear. “mhm,” i mumbled. he started to move inside me slowly but then started to pick it up. his arm was hovering over me, grabbing the headboard for support “fuckkkkkkk,” he moaned. “y/n, i’m gonna fuck you until the sun rises okay?” he grunted. “y-yeah.” i let out. “such a girl good for me.” he placed a kiss to my lips. his necklace that had a horse pendant was dangling over me, i got him it for his birthday that he claimed to only wear when we have to put our act on but he wears it all time.

i clenched around matt for like the 4th time in the last 2 and half hours.

matt dropped himself down beside me. “it gets better every fucking time y/n i swear.” matt said before sucking a nipple into his mouth. “mhm, i know baby.” i closed my eyes and put a hand through his hair and down his neck.

he popped my nipple out of his mouth before looking up at me. “you wanna order food, we can fuck inbetween don’t worry, i just hungry as fuck when i have sex,” he leaned his chin between the gaps my boobs. “yeah i could eat something i’m starving,” i ran my hand over his cheek. “your choice to pick.” he said before kissing my lips and getting up to throw his pj pants back on. i looked up at him sprawled out on his bed, naked. “am i the only girl you’ve had in this bed?” i asked. “pretty much,” he grabbed his t-shirt from the ground. “i feel special,” i grinned. he jokingly rolled his eyes. “don’t worry, not gonna happen again,” “that’s what you say until you hear me moan your name while my vibartor is between my thighs,” i sat up. “you think of me?” he chuckled. i nodded my head. “my wife actually thinks of me while masturbating, im a lucky man.”

“yeah, no more sex.” i spoke before rolling my eyes.

[oddballwriter]

You Spin Me Round

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Summary: Steven has a crush on the vinyl record shop owner. 

Warnings: Nothing that I actually know of. Steven being a bit of a simp /light hearted. 

Author’s Snip: Had this thought since I've been collecting and listening to vinyls.

Notes: This was not proof-read so if theres any errors then that's why 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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At first, it was genuine. The recent dozen times he's been here. It was just for you.

Steven fancied himself some vinyls. It adds to the whole vintage-things-in-the-attic feel that he had to his flat. Not to mention that vinyls are just fun in general. He had a collection going but it was still pretty small compared to most and would like to add to it.

He'd usually get his at a regular store that sold newer copies, but he found that most were by modern artists while he enjoyed older music, and also the store he usually bought from was being renovated, painfully slow. It was at that point that Steven thought of maybe looking for an actual vinyl and record store for the more authentic feel. That's how he managed to find your little store and business.

You were settled in the down town area in one of those storefront apartment buildings. It was a bit squished with the more larger buildings that you were between but it gave your shop a little cozy nook feeling. There was a large front window facing the street that read the name of the store in window paint with a nice design and penmanship. A changeable sign that displayed when you were opened or closed and the work hours. The door had a little bell that would cute little jingle sound when opened.

The inside was lovely too. You had a scent diffuser that gave the whole place a nice smell but didn't over power anything. You had a few racks that held all of your products with of course consisted of mostly vinyl records, both new, thrifted, and vintage, but there were also other things like portable record players, record needles, and cover protectors.

And then of course there was you. Steven wouldn't say he got hit by love at first sight, but he defiantly fell hard on his face pretty quickly. You were so polite, with your warm smile and telling him how to find any specific things that he might be looking for.

"The vinyls are in alphabetical order via artist. Thrift is here, new arrivals are there, and supplies are down there. And if you need something don't be afraid to ask!".

He actually talked to you the very first time he came, despite him usually having issues talking to new people, but he manage to find it in himself to strike up some nice conversation. He found out that this little business of yours new and that you're just starting to be known around town.

Steven managed to leave with a few new vinyls, and a free sticker or two since he's a new comer, and a big fat crush on you.

He didn't really want to admit to himself that he liked the cute little record shop owner, he just liked the feeling your place had's all. But every time he came the warm fuzzy feeling just got stronger and he would always find out something new about you like your favorite music genre, artists, and bands, your other interests and hobbies. All that. Not to mention that every time he came he'd find a way to buy something so that he could be close to you. He bought a vintage B-52's vinyl, which wasn't too out of place for him. Steven definitely liked and heard a few of their songs.

But another time he bought a Nirvana sticker from you. Steven doesn't listen to Nirvana. He doesn't need a Nirvana sticker. The only song he can name is Smells Like Teen Spirit and he only knows the first couple of seconds. Where is he meant to put the sticker?

"I'm just helping a small business." is what Steven always tells himself when he buys something he didn't really need at all from you.

Steven just denied his crush every time. But it wasn't until he started listening to your favorite band while he was at his flat. Your favorite band, which wasn't in any of the same genres as Steven's favorite bands and singers. Not at all. That's when he knew. He had it so bad.

[londontwinkton]

Tips on how to find cute vintage clothes

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this post is inspired by a tiktok from @blackhairedbrat go watch it and show it love!!

Knowing your tastes:

theres so many things to look into when it comes to vintage clothes. obvi, u wanna start with what period of time u aspire to dress like. late 90s, early 2000s, mid 80s, 50s-60s, 2010s (not really vintage but its definitely making a comeback). also knowing what styles looked like during those times in different countries can definitely broaden ur horizons. examples like japan during the 90s, central europe in the 2000s, and the U.S. in the 70s can definitely open u to new things u didn't know u are into. pick and choose stuff, make it ur own, its all up to u on what ur signature look is!

once u settled on a time period(s), research into the fashion scenes. there are many sub-genres of fashion back in the day that translate into the aesthetics we know today, such as goth, preppy, grunge, mcbling, futuristic, and many more. go with whatever fits ur personality or even a version of urself u always wanted to be. see whats compatible with your proportions; what u wanna accentuate and minimize, the materials of clothes and colors, the makeup, any and all of it!

once u got all ur shit figured out, make a mood board, follow some brands that were popular during that time, and start curating your closet. get rid of anything that u don't really wear anymore or that u feel doesn't suit ur vision.

Where to look:

thrift stores like savers, salvation army, goodwill, etc.

online shops (depop, grailed, etsy, poshmark)

shop locally (go to pop up shops/flea markets, follow people on instagram that sells secondhand, use related tags to find users, etc.)

ask for hand me downs from relatives, friends, literally anyone who u know had pieces from the desired era u wanna dress like

malls! the more run down the better! look for stores that are reminiscent of clothes u want.

small businesses that garner towards a certain aesthetic!

Other helpful tips:

FIND ALTERNATIVES! nothing is ever ideal. beggers can't be choosers right?

when leaning into more of the punk/alternative stuff, DIY it to make it more authentic. i do it all the time its fun!

trading. (sorta tied to both the online shops and locally shop points previously) surprisingly, people will trade their stuff as long as u have something equally as good or valuable. just gotta look at the right places on the internet and stay safe.

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Have fun and don't get scammed, u fashion icon!

[ilovedilfs4ever]

Still loving you

Pairing : Friends to lover!Daniel ricciardo x Reader

Requested? : Yes. (heyy, could i request an angsty friends to lovers with danny ric with the one bed trope?)

Requested by : @dan3avocado (I can’t tag them help-)

WC: Never. 🤭

Warnings : Slightly angsty, alcohol consumption idk what else to add (this was so long, I procrastinated a little but I like the results!)

Notes : Any feed back will be nice! Don’t be a ghost reader and as always DONT plagiarize my work! :) once again I will tag @kii-003 to help me with improving my work! Thanks a lot kii 🫶

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“Hey, this is Scotty, mind picking up Daniel? He’s had a little too much to drink. Thanks a lot mate.”

“Yeah sure, no problem. Be there in 10 alright?” You said, sighing. This wasn’t the first time you had to pick him up after he’s gotten too much to drink after one of those girlfriends of his breaks up with him. It always end like this, you thought. It hurt you to see him like this, but you could only do so much, to him you were probably at most a best friend.

Getting into your corvette, you turned on the radio and mindlessly drove till' you reached the bar.

"Where could he possibly be-" you mumbled to yourself, eyes scanning the bar before your eyes landed on a very drunk Daniel and a semi-sober Scotty who was probably going to be drunk before you knew it too.

Walking over and trying your best not to get trampled over alive was definitely tough but you made it, not even noticing that you were holding your breath until you made it to the dance floor, finally taking. a breath of the air in the bar - which quite literally smelt like alcohol and sweat. Cringing at the thought, you were snapped out of your headspace when you heard Daniel slurring something from the other side of the dance floor.

Once you came over to him you could heard him mumbling almost incoherent words to you "you’re so pretty tonight, you know i have a best friend that looks like you, i love her a lot-" placing a finger on his mouth, you shushed him, knowing that he was most probably still too drunk to understand what he was saying, or maybe he meant it as a friend you thought.

Slinging an arm over his shoulder - you somehow managed to drag him back to your car where you buckled your seatbelt before you buckled his. Surprisingly, he could still have the energy to be dancing to the radio in the car which played a variety of modern and vintage tracks.

Reaching your apartment, you had to drag him out of the car before locking it with a press of a button on the car keys which you then slipped back into your pocket.

Tapping your keycard on the lock, you giggled slightly at how he was fidgeting with the Disney keychains that he got you when you travelled with him to japan for his grand-prix. During all these moments of having to pick him up, you've also seemed to noticed that he was clingy when he was drunk, constantly hugging or holding onto you like a baby koala - which you found cute but it kind of hurt at the same time since you knew it was not really sincere as he was just drunk and it was probably all in your mind.

Stepping into your apartment, you took off your coat before changing into a sweater which happened to be gifted by him as you wanted to promote his merchandise - and a pair of silk pyjama shorts, before stepping out of the bathroom so he could change into the spare clothes you had for him in your closet as you assumed that he had sobered up a bit during the ride.

"Hey, theres only one bed. I'll sleep on the couch if you’re not comfortable," you said "Or if you’re alright with it we can share the bed, i'll put a pillow between us."

"We can share, I'm sure you can control yourself right?" he said words still slurring before laughing, face still slightly red from the booze. Feeling your face heat up from the joke, you shook it off and laid in the bed facing the opposite side - where he then joined you shortly after.

"Goodnight sweets, love you." he said. "Goodnight Daniel." you replied, not think much of it, you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean anyways, you thought.

(next morning)

You had woken up early to find that the pillow that had been separating the both of you had been thrown onto the wooden flooring through the night, and with that, you found yourself in the arms of someone you wished belonged to you. Gosh. - you thought to yourself, he's like a human heater. Nice and toasty. Before you were once again snapped out of your train of thoughts by the soft sounds of your stomach rumbling.

Quietly getting out of bed, you replaced what was once your body, into the pillow that had been thrown onto the floor - being careful to not wake him up. You then made your way to the kitchen where you then took out some eggs and toast, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible - eating your breakfast quietly while you placed his on the counter in order for it to cool down.

Washing the dishes, you didn’t even notice his presence until he laid his head on your shoulder, despite it being common for him to do this when he stayed over at your apartment - you couldn’t help but get flustered at his actions. Cheesy it may sound- but there was not a single lie in what you thought.

“Good morning, sweets.” Voice still raw and rough, just how you liked it. (Might be pun- intended) not to mention the nickname, it was what he always called you since high school due to your sweet tooth.

“Morning, Danny. Breakfast is on the counter, enjoy it while it’s still warm - Advil is placed with your glass of water near the orange juice if you need it.” You said while using a towel to dry the dishes while he took the Advil and his breakfast.

After breakfast, he sat at the couch where you joined him shortly after putting the dishes on the rack.

Arm slinked around your shoulder, the both of you watched the television till’ he popped up the question.

“You know I meant it when I loved you last night, right?” He said, eyes looking directly into yours almost as if it was desperate for something - which you desperately hoped that it was what you were what you were thinking of. The both of you. Us.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean Daniel, we both know you were as drunk as a bard.” You replied, shaking your head as you got up from the couch - breath hitching and tears threatening to spill.

“I really mean it, I’m sober now aren’t I? So why won’t you believe me?” He said, tone slightly rising out of frustration.

“Because I don’t want to end up like your other girlfriends! Either way even if it works out we’ll both leave each other, and I’ll get hurt, we’ll both get hurt- my heart can’t handle it, I love you too but I don’t think I can handle getting hurt from someone I love. And definitely not you.” Tears are running down your cheeks at this moment, all the built-up emotions are now crumbling down as you slowly fell onto your carpet.

“I won’t hurt you I promise. Please, just give me a chance. I’ll do anything. I’ve loved you since highschool but I’ve never done anything about it either, I was also scared. Scared of you liking someone else - I mean I’ve seen you with max and you guys are always laughing and having fun together. But I’ll give up everything for you. Please, one chance is all I’m asking for.” He said, holding your arms to prevent you from crashing onto the floor.

You’ve thought about it for a few minutes, sobbing in between. What if it doesn’t work out? What if you don’t even stay as friends if it doesn’t work out? The possibilities were endless, but a small part of you was yearning and willing to try. Just maybe the term ‘us’ could be a thing between the both of you.

Nodding slowly, you allowed yourself to be embraced by him, holding on tightly, feeling as if a ton of bricks had been removed off of your shoulders. Crying joyful tears, you looked up into his eyes where he wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed your forehead before kissing your lips tenderly - but also with growing passion. Kissing back, wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ve never loved Max silly, I like him as a friend but it’ll never go further than that.” You said once both of you pulled away.

He nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. Then the both of you sat down back on the couch where you spent the rest of the morning cuddling and talking about date ideas. Maybe there was hope between the both of you after all.

[limitlessscion]

Mere seconds before boarding is announced at the airport, Satoru's phone buzzes with a text.

[ OK. You have a change of clothes here. ]

There's a picture attached. It's a fridge with its door held open, the shelves inside stacked with cans of melon and strawberry flavored soda. A cheesecake can be seen in the back, too simple to be store bought. Painted fingernails are barely visible in the corner. A few minutes later, a second message arrives.

[ ♡( ◡‿◡ ) ]

Despite not having been an overnight mission in Okinawa, Satoru's carry-on luggage was packed to bursting. He'd made the most of his hours on the island he'd had available, finishing his mission at record speeds before hitting the streets.

The look he'd gotten going through security had been quite something; half his luggage was crammed full of freshly picked kunebo mandarins. The other half was a fight between a styrofoam-packed bottle of vintage Awamori, a sealed container oozing with cursed energy, and the half-empty box of Kippan he was planning to finish on the plane ride back. He was quite pleased with how much he had managed to accomplish; If the impromptu mission was going to cut precious hours into his and Suguru's time, he'd been determined not to go home empty-handed.

Satoru had texted Suguru the instant he'd jumped onto a couch in the VIP lounge, laying back with his feet on the upholstery, unaware of the dirty look shot his way by the cleaning staff working just on the other side of the room.

The reply he shoots back at Suguru's message is almost instantaneous, as if he'd just been staring at the messaging app the whole time. Which he definitely was, minimized to half the screen as he scrolled social media.

[ yay ] [ ! ] [ i'll see u soon then ] [ <attached image of a cat meme> ] [ <attached image of the ocean waters of okinawa> ] [ we should come here ] [ <attached image of a selfie. it looks like he's up in a tree, sweating through his shirt from the heat> ] [ but during winter ]

The boarding call sounds, and he heads out with his luggage in one hand and his phone in the other, smoothly continuing to text with a single thumb.

[ its way too hot rn ] [ the fruit is rlly good tho ] [ theres some nice remote spots on the outer islands ] [ <attached image of a meme> ] [ <attached image of a meme> ] [ and the seafood!!! ] [ <attached image of a big plate of sashimi> ] [ we could catch our own fish ] [ some umibudo and grouper and ] [ urchin would be amazing ]

He smiled as Suguru responded with the simple emoticon.

[ ♡ヾ(●ε●)ノ ] [ boarding now ] [ ttyl ]

[mikoriin]

I love love love concept art, do you have any scrapped drafts or concept art of the designs in Affinity? :3c I love what you've posted but always wonder if there were other designs that didn't make the cut

YES!!! affinity is an OLD story that was completely rewritten in 2020! the story itself has existed since 2015!

here's some OLLDDD sinie concept art!

believe it or not #1 was the very first design i went with. but i was like hm lemme actually try different hairstyles so i ended up LOVING the big curls and built off of that! :D

i was watching steven universe in its prime at the time of developing this story in its early years, so i was deciding an outfit for her. i ended up rly liking the silk pajamas, but never ended up going with it cause she never had a Set outfit.

this was actually gonna be her costellan outfit back when she traversed dimensions to costella. this was an isekai at first yeah LMAO (also i doodled this for a thing of 'what if sinie had straightened her hair' and yeah this is still canon)

this is also the very first concept art of sinie cutting her hair!

also this that i doodled back in 2018??? i was playing around with some creatures which honestly now that i can draw hooved beasts better (LOL) i might adjust Dasos' design to give him something like this. very botw/ghibli esque which was definitely the inspriation

here's some super early art of csilla too!

some of my fav vintage art of sinie and csilla actually <3

also i DO wanna show off some gods concept art stuff!

EARLYYY EARLY concept art of when they were all sisters. there was still pretty much a hierarchy of ceres and atheria being the most powerful goddesses among the four, but in the rewrite, aka the current version of affinity, asmund is not a goddess, but rather an ancient witch that has survived the genocide of her people and is on the side of sinie and csilla. while demetria is the complete opposite, she is a goddess, the goddess of chaos in fact, but she is working for ceres to revive atheria, essentially this would kill sinie and csilla. they wouldnt be erased from existence, they would just no longer exist in a world that has already been touched by their essence. that is death.

among the sisters were their parents, synthaya (a name u will see again) and daimon, the king and queen of the gods that had a super tragic story that i could never decide on. they definitely died.

theres also this from 2017. i shit u not i saw this woman in a dream and i was like i Need her in affinity, and this dream woman was the very first design for "gaia" aka current atheria :3

ANYWAY this post is so long already im sorry i just have TONS of concept art!!! thank u for asking! <3

[angelhairpastawithherbs]

i love fixing things up however i would also sometimes like to have a kind of ray gun that would magically tell me if something is a stain or permanent discoloration because that would save a lot of time on mindlessly scrubbing with several different products, and only for that specifically because theres no other way to tell especially on vintage plastic like im used to working with

so anyways

while the thing was definitely cream before, its nowhere near that anymore not because of anything specific, only because its sixty year old plastic, so you know, it does that, and because of that, its very splotchy, so the only ways to get it to the original color would either be bleaching which i can not in good conscience do, or painting it, i tried dawn platinum and a mister clean sponge and neither got it much lighter, normally i would soak it but because of the age and since it has metal pieces i cant so i will just wait for now and think because if i do paint it then might as well go a bit wild but eh

[lunadragongem]

Here's my take and reasons for each!

OTPs

Ship 1: chaggie

Their bond and love for eachother fills my heart every single time I see them. Aside from being canon, their devotion for one another just makes me smile so much!!

Ship 2: huskerdust

They are probably the definition of a slowburn. Both have issues that are so similar and yet so different from one another. They relate to eachother in a very unique way which I didnt expect from them but adore.

Ship 3: cherrisnake

I didn't really understand the appeal at first but then as the story progressed I realized the potential and perfection of it. Would die for them 100%.

I like it

Ship 1: radiorose

While I still dont see alastor being in a relationship with anyone, him and rosie are probably the closest thing to a relationship I can see happening. Two vintage cannibals enjoying time with each other <3 in my mind its either a platonic relationship or a somewhat romantic but not sexual relationship.

Ship 2: lucilith

Their relationship is by far the most unique one in my opinion. Lilith and Lucifer had fallen deeply in love with one another, so what happened? What's the story behind their split? It's clear that lilith is hiding something and Lucifer still loves her. Is it possible that they get back together and reignite that spark? Will any of these questions be answered? Idk but it's still pretty neat.

Ship 3: charemaggie

While I cant see Emily being in a relationship with just either Charlie or vaggie, I think theres a lot of potential when it's the 3 of them together. Emily and Charlie are rather similar, making it pretty clear for Vaggie's love. And vaggie is a devoted lover, which makes it clear for emily and Charlie. Charlie and emily already have a spark as both being optimistic and understanding people. I think it would be very cute <3

Its good

Ship 1: guitarspear

It's so unexpected and I still dont quite see it, but I find it very interesting that lute cried for Adam's death. And Adam to have a strange expression upon seeing lute as he dies. I think their dynamic is very interesting and has a lot of potential to explain not only their bond but also their influence in heaven and heaven's ideals.

Ship 2: staticmoth

I'm not a big fan of this ship but I can understand the appeal of it. Theres definitely some hidden secrets with the Vees that havent been revealed yet and could potentially explain more about what their truly up to.

Dont like

Ship 1: alastor with pretty much everyone

Alastor is confirmed as being at least asexual. Aside from a very slim relationship with rosie, I dont see it working out with anyone. Of course he has that rivalry with vox and whatever tf husk and alastor's deal was, but aside from the dynamics pov, doesnt do anything for me

Ship 2: cherridust

I just see them as being best friends honestly. I dont see them in a romantic or sexual relationship. Their dynamic is great and all but to me its just platonic. I didnt consider cherri and arakniss, arakniss and pentious or Cherri, pentious, and arakniss being together back during the pilot days.

Ship 3: guitarapple

Lucifer and adam definitely have a strange dynamic considering adam is lilith's ex-wife and has beef with Lucifer...but I just cant see it. It doesnt make much sense to me. Of course the potential and drama of it is still pretty cool, but personally I dont like.

Saw a few people fill out their shipping charts so i did one of mine

[xanfeursel]

heard you were bored so here are some questions :) (i realized halfway through that these are all durgetash because those little shits have taken over my mind) do you like leaning into the angst of durgetash or do you prefer the more lighthearted (aside from the atrocities) dynamic? if larian dropped a gortash romance, is there any icks that would absolutely ruin it for you?

or conversely, what would be the best thing they could add in a hypothetical gortash route?

what were your biggest inspirations for lophi and vyper? do you prefer one over the other or are they equal in your eyes?

(hopefully you won't have to answer these since you'll get out of work soon)

HELLO ANON. im sorry to tell you infact waited till i actually got home to answer these because i have!!! THOUGHTS and OPINIONS about the questions asked . thank you very much btw these are all really good questions ill have fun answering

FIRSTLY, it all depends on the kind of durge gortash is being paired w imo. with vyper i tend to lean more into These Two Are Fucking Insane while w/ lophi i lean more into the sort of melancholic 'angsty' side of durgetash that i think can be real yummy too. and it's all because of who vyper and lophi are as characters pre-tadpole, too. vyper liked being a loud insane freakus while lophi was a lot more reserved and kind of a miserable mess, and that informs their relationships w/ the characters around them. i think both are good and fun to explore and i definitely like exploring the more angsty side w vyper x gortash and vice versa w lophi x gortash, so. i guess both. really. LOL .

secondly, going to answer both of the gort romance related questions in one, but i think i'm probably in the unpopular opinion that gortash doesn't really neeeeeeeed a romance and i could go without it in game. i do think he deserves more content and screentime, but that's something i can say about orin also, and frankly a Lot of parts of act 3. me and act 3 have a toxic on/off again relationship. alright.

that being *said*, if i was mr larian and i was to implement a gortash romance, i'd have it be something exclusive to a durge/evil run. or at the very least, have it have consequences with your party (i.e karlach leaving or something. love gort but i do not think you should go off romancing him scott free).

i Do think having it be exclusive to a more evil-aligned run would help add more actual content to doing an evil run (and god knows we need some with how bg3 seems to like punishing people who just want to do the evil options They Gave You) and would make the most sense, but all in all i'd just hope it's handled better than the mizora sex scene cause god how that whole thing is handled still pisses me off. hopefully this all makes sense

tl;dr, its a fun idea but i can very easily go without it especially knowing how the game treated its one other antagonist romance option

now for the lophi and vyper question... i do obviously have my biases towards vyper /looks at my blog theme/, but i genuienlly cannot pick favourites with them besides that... i use them both to explore different aspects of the durge origin in different ways bc despite what some other people say i Do think you can be very flexible w durge as a concept despite the pre-established lore for them ^_^ and i think it's very fun to play around with.

as for specific inspirations, lophi takes a lot of insp from vintage pierrot art + has accidentally gotten a very 1920s makeup vibe in My Mind. i should also note her name comes from the scientific name for anglerfish, cuz thats what i had in mind when giving her those freaky sharp ass teeth i always draw her with

and while of course, both of my durges are trans, lophi specifically was birthed from my want to make a dark urge that leans in as heavily as she possibly could in the whole trans allegory thing. so theres that as well!

vyper's specific inspos are harder for me to pinpoint cause he's much more of a 'made up as i went' character than lophi, given he was my First dark urge and i didnt really fully know what i was going into all this yet while making him (and also i was maybe a little bit high while doing so...lol) THAT SAID THOUGH, i did initially make him with akira fudo from devilman in mind. he has the horn style he does because it reminded me of devilman ... although the akira insp is very lose and barely effects his character now.. ~_~ despite bg3 being my main fixation atm devilman is still a very very important piece of media to me so vyper being loosely akira-pilled is not too surprising if you know me well enough lololol

[abigailburlandunit5]

Sustainable Fashion

Sustainable fashion is a term thats used over and over and over again in the fashion industry. It's something that brands, big and small, are now trying to achieve.

But what does it actually mean?

Sustainable fashion is clothing and accessories created and consumed in a way that literally can be sustained, while protecting the environment and ensuring those producing the garments have safe working conditions and fair wages.

What is sustainability?

Sustainability is fulfilling the needs of the current generations without compromising the needs of future generations, while ensuring a balance between economic growth, environmental care and social well-being.

How to be sustainable in the fashion industry

Invest in sustainable fashion brands - Support designers who are promoting sustainable practices. Do they use up-cycled textiles in their designs?

Buy less and buy better - Before making a purchase, think about the quality, will it last a long time? why're u buying this? do you really need it? will you wear it?

Shop second hand and vintage - No matter where you go, theres always a vintage shop, charity shop, theres now online ways to buy second hand and vintage clothing such as depop and vinted. have a look on these before buying something brand new.

Avoid greenwashing - look beyond the "sustainable", "ecofriendly" buzzwords. brands can sometimes use vague and misleading or false claims to suggest they're more sustainable that it actually is.

Know your materials - Avoid virgin synthetics such as polyester, these are found through fossil fules and take years to break down. Not all materials are made the same. For example, organic cotton.

Support brands who have positive impact - Eco-minded brands are starting to consider how fashion can have positive impacts on the environments rather than reducing its impact.

Watch for harmful chemicals - Hidden chemicals used to treat our clothes can seriously harm local water ways and also the garment workers.

Reduce water footprint - The production of textiles uses 93 billion cubic metres of water annually. organic cotton uses significantly less water than conventional cotton, while the use of low-water dyes also reduce water consumption.

Take care of your clothes - Taking care of your clothes means the quality is better for longer and they can be used more often for longer periods of times. Jackets and coats for example, can last weeks and even months longer when taken care of, it also means you're saving money.

Ensure they have a second life - How many of your clothes go to a dump site when you clear out your wardrobe? do you know where they're going? Try selling unwanted clothing on online websites such as depop and vinted. Or give them away to charities, let someone else buy and use your unwanted clothes.

EMILY CHAN. (2022). 16 Things Everyone Should Know About Sustainable Fashion. [Online]. VOGUE. Last Updated: 18th April 2022. Available at: https://www.vogue.co.uk/fashion/article/sustainable-fashion [Accessed 6 November 2023].

Santander Universidades. (2022). What is sustainability? Definition, types and examples. [Online]. Santander. Last Updated: 06/04/2022. Available at: https://www.becas-santander.com/en/blog/what-is-sustainability.html [Accessed 6 November 2023].

[kirazdaha]

GAHHH Thank you this was more than I expected!! I appreciate the genuineness :) I've been very harsh on myself but lately I'm able to draw something I like or that makes me happy compared to three years ago, I'd call that a improvement. It's nice to hear I'm not the only one who struggles through these! Every artist has their ups and downs be it their hobby or their job. Thank you for talking with me!! I was worried the amount of asks were clogging your blog LOL I don't know your timezone so I hope you're having a nice breakfast lunch dinner this is a reminder for everyone to eat

On another topic I listened to every artist you listed! I love women. Love every turkish woman out there with a strong voice. I'm glad you listed them I was listening to each of them the whole day while drawing, I missed turkish songs in general 😭 There's something about them I can't put into words. Modern turkish songs lack the instruments and emotions (?) the old ones have. It feels so dull and lifeless and a lot of the times they're another recycle of 50 other pop songs ever. I think kusura bakma is great I can't believe it doesn't have the same recognition the others have? I've heard her songs in movies before! Those vintage turkish movies about love or tragedy (probably) I suggest you watch them! I don't know if they have English subtitles though, otherwise they're neat

YESSS!!!! thats good!!!! also omg dont worry at all, i enjoy answering your asks! whats the point of a blog if i wouldnt be comfortable posting something on it :) LOL also good timing, you caught me right during dinner omg im so glad to hear that!!! that sounds like a dream. good music can help with art soooo much and i wish i was drawing rn too! also i definitely agree omg. like maybe i was just raised by my parents who hate everything new (like old people do <3) but i so agree, i feel like old turkish music has so much drama and uses traditional instruments that complement the style of singing thats typical for turkish music, does that make sense? like you can find good artists doing modern turkish music too i think but its different.... i mean hmm i dont really listen to tarkans newer songs, nil karaimbrahimgil has some songs i used to listen to as well. göksel too... but those albums are also from the early/mid 2000s so they barely count as modern anymore. and i dont think they compare to older turkish songs AT ALL

ALSO yes yes please send me movie recommendations!!!! dont worry about subs, i can understand turkish well enough LOL its more the speaking thats an issue for me. i would love to know if theres any movies i can annoy my family with hehehe

[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!

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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[jovoy]

good morning i havent done one of these in sooooooo long but today i am wearing my lil sample of kilian rolling in love

this is so pretty! such a beautiful fall fragrance i think it leans gourmand because its very much a powerfully sweet almost marzipan-esque milky almond and vanilla that could be cloying to some. but theres also a lipsticky powdered somewhat vintage smelling iris that really makes this special imo and takes it away from smelling too much like a designer or lower end fragrance yknow..it smells expensive (which it is $$$$$)and slightly more mature than something like ch good girl which i see it compared to on fragrantica. its very sweet a little toasty a little warm and super comforting. it sits fairly close to the skin and doesnt project much but i think if someone hugged you or something they would be like omg you smell so good right now which honestly is what i prefer in a fragrance usually. i think this deserves more hype! its honestly up there with love dont be shy for me as a gourmand girlie. and it is definitely a lot less divisive than ldbs for sure although maybe less of a presence. i would get a full bottle if it were not two hundred and forty dollars for 50 ml because i think thats kind of crazy. but maybe someday or for my birthday next month or something 🙂

[sirenemale]

what kind of vintage toys do you collect?? (i love hearing about people's fun collections and i like collecting em too hsndf. theres something beautiful to me about a toy transitioning from being loved roughly by a child and being loved gently as an art object)

I don't have a tonne or a very specific type I go for other than silly, cool, ugly or charming in some way but here's a very cobbled together photo of some guys in my room!

Like old franchise toys (dragon booster McDonald's toys very specific + stuff like super old factory error Pokémon toys if I can find them, I think the 2009 godzilla film head) the orange dog is mechanical and I'd love to have more like it and I'm extremely enamored by plastic kaiju and dinosaur toys 😌 tasteful tiny clown yknow yknow.

I'm definitely more specific abt collecting weird books and dvds (old dinosaur books, scientific animal illustrations and anime I have never heard of) but I love to grab cool toys when I find them