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reiderwriter · 9 months

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Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (GN + AFAB)

Summary: The AC at the BAU decides to take a holiday during a summer heatwave, and when you decide the FBI’s dress code is merely a suggestion, you unwittingly catch Spencer’s eye.

Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, degradation, name-calling, edging, praise-kink, dumbification, basically Spencer is a tease and the reader really gets off on using his official title.

Word Count: 3.8k

Authors Note: Hello! This is my first posted fic, so any feedback is welcome and absolutely appreciated (I tried to keep it GN!AFAB but if you notice any gendered pronouns pls lmk immediately!) I finally decided to start writing again after a few years, so I might be a bit rusty but I recently started rewatching Criminal Minds and I am so in love with Spencer! This little fic was inspired by @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge, so big thank you to them for the inspiration! This could also develop into a multi part fic in the future, so if that’s something you’d be interested in, please let me know in the tags and comments! XOXO K

Part two!

After three years in the BAU, you should know that summers in Quantico, Virginia are nothing to play about. Sure, it could be cloudy sometimes, and summer rain did allow for some relief, but with a heatwave on the way and a week of office work ahead of you, it seemed every member of your team was excited for the office AC.

That was, of course, until the maintenance department sent out an office-wide email telling you it was “undergoing work” for the foreseeable future.

You received the email during your commute, and immediately turned around to change. There was no way you were surviving in your slacks and long-sleeve shirt, and, truth be told, you knew that your bosses wouldn’t mind if you were a little more relaxed in your workplace attire if you weren’t going to be spending time in the field.

It took all of thirty seconds to shoot a message to Garcia, telling her that you’d be a few minutes late for your daily carpool, letting her know the situation so she didn’t hack into your car GPS (which she still claims she absolutely did not do the last time you accidentally slept in, but would in an emergency just to know you were safe).

She quickly sent you a reply: “put on that floral number we picked up last week! Between you and Morgan, I'm hoping my eyes will be feasting today 😉.”

You let out a little chuckle as you read the message, and quickly complied. A sundress didn’t sound too bad right now at all.

The dress in question was perhaps pushing it slightly for office work. It was short, and you knew immediately when putting it on that you would spend the day pulling it down to a more appropriate length. But the shade of blue fit your skintone perfectly, and the floaty material was exactly what you needed to beat the heat.

Grabbing your keys again before you could second guess yourself, you didn’t let your mind linger quickly on the thought that perhaps the dress was a little attention grabbing. And perhaps there was someone in the office whose attention you wanted to grab.

-X-

The commute into the office wasn’t bad, but stepping out of your nicely temperature regulated car into a wall of heat made you thank yourself for your foresight. And it seemed that the rest of your team was dealing similarly. Walking into the office, you noticed that Prentiss had divested herself of her shirt, sitting comfortably with an iced coffee and red tank top, an electric fan inches from her face. Morgan was similarly outfitted in lighter clothes than usual, and you could audibly hear Penelope’s brain working to come up with the best heat related compliment for her work husband. You couldn’t see Hotch or Rossi, but you knew they kept their own back-up units in their offices, so they wouldn’t be struggling at all today. You assumed JJ, too, was in her office.

“Well, look at you Cutie. You’re gonna break some hearts today, I know.” You roll your eyes as you throw your bag down. You were used to Morgan’s playful teasing by now, but compliments and affirmations were always welcome. You grimaced looking down at your desk chair and realised you had another problem. Your very recent purchase of a black leather office chair was going to absolutely make your day a living hell. Before you resigned yourself to a day of sitting in the orthopedic seventh layer of hell, your heard the angelic call of your office BFF.

“It feels like the devil’s armpit in here, god, do not expect an miracles from me today, I’m collecting my laptop and immediately moving away from all the heavy heat-producing machinery in my cave. Anyone got any space at their desk for me to work at?”

“Yes!” You replied a little too quickly.

“Feel free to make yourself at home, Pen, I have to look over some files with Reid later anyways so I’ll just pull up a spare chair to his desk, it’s all yours.” You thanked your lucky stars that everyone was too hot to tease you about your imminent proximity to the office’s Boy Wonder.

It turns out hiding a small, tiny, stupid crush from a team of FBI profilers wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but you were confident in thinking the only one who had clocked on so far was Penelope. And that was only because of your weekly girls nights and an unfortunate habit of spilling secrets while intoxicated. Sure, the others still teased sometimes, but that was only because the two of you were the easiest targets. And they just didn’t know how on the nose they were sometimes.

She gave you a quick look, of the ‘we will be discussing this later’ variety but didn’t say anything else and quickly excused herself to collect her things.

You quickly pulled up a (non-leather) chair next to Reid’s and straightened out your dress as you started searching for the file you were looking for. Although you absolutely had an ulterior motive to intruding on his space, you actually did have work to do. But the heat, and the knowledge that you’d be working closely with Reid again any minute now did nothing to help you stay focused.

Of course, having worked on the same team now for three years meant that you’d been alone together before. In all honestly, he was your partner of choice for any field task and you complimented each other well. The two of you worked together on Geographical Profiles for the majority of your cases, using your people skills, and his practical knowledge to gain insight into the locations unsubs lived, worked, murdered and hid their victims. And of course, you were friends outside the office, too. But you felt there was a distance between the two of you that made itself known the minute you stepped off the Jet or out of the bullpen.

As you searched the desk, you let your mind wander to what he would look like in this heat. You knew he didn’t deal with the heat well, and could often be found with his shirt sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone on the cases in the warmer climates. You thought about him panting in the heat, pushing his hair out of his face, glistening with sweat and grumbling quietly about the heat. You specifically thought back to a case from a few weeks back, where the two of you had an awkward run-in with an automatic sprinkler when you made your way to interview a witness. His purple shirt had ended up soaked, and on day six of the investigation, his go bag was thankfully short of replacement clothing. So he’d sat in the precinct, shirt semi-transluscent, completely oblivious to your brazen oggling and sudden lack of anything intellectual to say. Or anything to say in general.

It was only as you felt yourself getting warmer (a particularly impressive feat on today of all day’s) that you had to pull yourself out of the fantasy. But of course, as you stood up to get yourself a cool drink, you realised you were face to face with the man of your fantasies.

“Y/N? Did you need something?” He looked down at you, with a soft smile on his face.

“Oh! No, it was Garcia, she, um, she needed somewhere to work because her office is practically a sauna with all those computers. And I was thinking, we still need to work on that report on the geographical profile from the last case, so I offered her…my…” You trailed off, noticing you were rambling and allowed yourself a second to look at the man in front of you properly for the first time that day.

It was going to be a miracle if you got any work done ever again.

Like you, he’d opted for a change in uniform. He’d rid himself of his usual waistcoat-cardigan combo and was left in a button down shirt. It was, as you’d hoped and prayed, open slightly more than usual at the top. You frowned unconsciously as you realised he had also pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, unhappy that you wouldn’t get to watch him do it in-person, his veins popping out as he exerted himself in the smallest way.

A few seconds of silence passed, and you had to make yourself tear your eyes away from a droplet of sweat that was neatly making its way down his throat, tracing a line that you could only hope to one day follow with your lips. When you snapped your eyes up to his, he nervously did the same, gripping his bag a little tighter to him.

“Oh, yeah that sounds good, um, let me just put my bag down and we can, uh, get started I guess.”

“Yeah of course. I was just gonna grab a drink first, do you want one?”

“Sure, yeah, a coffee would be good.”

“Okay, I’m no expert but that cannot be healthy in this heat. I know you’re practically a caffeine addict at this point, but I’m getting you a glass of water and you’re going to thank me, okay Doctor?”

He rolled his eyes and settled comfortably into his seat, but made no complaints as you walked away.

-X-

“This is ridiculous, how can they expect us to work like this?” Agent Prentiss grumbled from her desk.

“Oh, come on now, Prentiss, you can’t be complaining about a little heat, now.”

You rolled your eyes at your coworkers playful back-and-forth, doing your best to not melt into your borrowed seat. You’d been working side-by-side with Reid for the last three hours and the heat was now unbearable. You were stuck to the seat in an uncomfortable way, especially with the extra exposed skin from your dress. It had ridden up your legs more than you expected it would, so you were constantly shifting in your seat attempting to keep yourself decent.

The heat rolling off your teammate didn’t help. You had assumed that his love of cardigans, scarves and layers in general meant that he usually ran on the cooler side, but he was practically burning up next to you, making any and all accidental touch near intolerable.

Each accidental brush of his fingers as you passed files between the two of you, each knock of your knees together under the desk as you moved to read over one-anothers shoulders, and every time you got up for another drink, it’s like he’s read your mind because he stood up at the same time and you had to awkwardly untangle yourself from the mess of desk chairs and office furniture. With every touch, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, the heat pooling between your legs embarrassingly.

It’s only when, later in the day, he brushes the seam of your skirt with his fingers when reaching over you with his other hand for a file you know for a fact he does not need, you realise that all of those accidental touches may have been absolutely intentional.

Lowering your voice to a whisper, you bring your lips closer to his ears.”Spence, what was that?” You try to keep your voice steady, but his fingers are stil lingering closer to your sensitive areas than you found comfortable.

He drops his eyes to yours, looking you in the eye for the first time since you started working together in a comfortable silence.

“What was what?” He asks innocently, his cheeks flushes as he starts drawing small circles on your thigh.

“You’re touching me. You’ve been touching me a lot today, Doctor.”

“Oh, I’m Doctor now, am I?” He smiles at you before quickly moving his attention back to the file he was reading.

“Don’t change the subject.” You feel your whole body flush, as he ignores you and continues his reading, not removing his hand from your leg the entire time.

“S-Spencer, I’m serious.” He looks at you again then, and your heart jumps into your throat as you realise he’s removed his hand from the hem of your skirt, only to have it return under the material, moving closer and closer to where you really wanted him.

“You know,” he whispers under his breath, so quiet you’re sure that no one could overhear, “you look really pretty in this dress.”

Your brain is short circuiting as you feel his hand on your inner thigh, failing to register the implication of his words as you do your best to stammer out a reply.

“A-actually, Garcia chose it out for me. She said that you would-” you cut yourself off before you can say anymore. You’re surrounded by a room of your close friends and teammates and you’re doing your best not to beg your incredibly attractive coworker to push his fingers into you right then and there. Biting your lip so you don’t say anything else, you try to stand and shift away.

But Reid is there, and with his other hand he maneouvers you even closer to him somehow.

“She said I would what, beautiful?”

He’s so close now and you find yourself again staring at his exposed neck, wanting nothing more than to bury your head in him and kiss and lick and bite until he gives you what you want. The little circles he’s drawing on your legs are removing your inhibitions quicker than any alcohol could.

But then he grips you a little tighter, and forces you to look up into his eyes again and respond.

“She said that you would, uh, she said that you would’nt be able to take your eyes off of me. We were shopping together and she was just teasing and, well, yeah.”

“All dressed up for me, then? You thought you’d test the theory and see if she was right?”

And suddenly he’s ghosting his fingers across your panties and you’re doing your best to not make any other noises as he looks you deep in your eyes.

“Do you think she was right, Y/N?” He asks. But before your brain can catch up and choose whether or not to answert, he’s pulling away. He’s standing up and he’s walking over to Morgan, file in hand, asking questions about another previous case file, and you’re left sitting at his desk questioning if any of that actually just happened.

-X-

You spent the rest of the day in a daze. Luckily, your team was so busy complaining about the heat that you were sure none of them noticed the tension you carried through the rest of your day. With the AC still not working, Garcia had gained permission from Hotch to head back to her own apartment to finish up the day with more appropriate equipment, and had quickly evacuated your desk, allowing you to retreat back to your own space.

Emily had finished her own paperwork early due to a well-timed bet with Morgan, and had taken herself off to JJ’s office, and Morgan was meeting with Hotch in his office to discuss a potential death row intervew. So with the end of the workday in sight, only you and Reid remained in the bullpen.

After your little run in, you knew that you weren’t going to get any effective work done. Emily had once joked that Reid’s high IQ gets slashed to 60 every time he comes in contact with an attractive woman. At the time, you’d laughed, joked along. Nowthat it was your reality, it wasn’t as funny to you.

He’d played with you, called you beautiful, had his hands on you in the most frustratingly dizzying way- and then just as soon walked away from you. It wasn’t as if you wanted him to take you right then and there, in front of the entire office.

In fact, you’re quite sure that no matter how horny you were, you’d have stopped him before he went any further that publically. But you weren’t as sure you wouldn’t have dragged him off to a supply closet and forced him down on his knees and under your skirt.

To be short, you were pissed. He had left you, hot and bothered, on a day where you literally could get no relief from the heat.

You watched him work for a while after that. His desk faced away from yours, which meant you could covertly watch him whilst he worked and he would be none the wiser. After catching yourself staring a hole into the back of his head for the fifth time in an hour, you grunted out a curse and started packing your things up for the day. Unfortunately, you were just loud enough to catch the man’s attention.

“Leaving so soon, princess?”

“Yes. It’s hot and I’m tired and I just want to go home and take a cold shower and get into bed.” You started packing your things up again, but you quickly noticed that Spencer was doing the same.

“Are you leaving as well?” You asked, your stomach doing a small flip in apprehension of his answer.

“Yeah. I’m also hot, and tired and a cold shower sounds amazing right about now.”

You flushed at even the slightest change of a double meaning. Did he want to shower with you? Was he really going to step over that line?

He continued to pack up his things calmly, and you did the same. You walked towards the elevator, and it wasnt until he reached from behind you to press the call button that you realised he was so closely following you.

“And besides, your bed sounds amazing right about now.” The hairs on your neck stood up as he whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as you felt heat pool between your legs for the second time that day. You froze up like a deer in headlights, and as the elevator dinged open, you felt Spencer walk you in, press the button, and close the door before making his next move.

“You didn’t answer me earlier, you know? When I asked about the dress? Do you think Garcia was right?” He had crowded you into one corner of the elevator, and your brain was still short-circuiting. Shit, maybe you were the one whose IQ was cut in half, because the man in front of you seemed more confident than you had ever seen him before.

His placed his hands on the guard rail either side of you, as one of his legs found its way between yours and you let out a small whimper, then cursed yourself when you saw the smirk growing on his face.

“Come on, Princess, use your words.” He teased again.

“She wasn’t right.” You breathed out. “You looked at me a few times, but nothing too long and nothing…inappropriate, but-”

“But what?” He pushed his leg further into you, moving his hands to grip the fabric at our waist, and suddenly you were counting your blessings that no other agent in the building had decided to use the elevator right now.

“But you can’t keep your hands off of me.” His lips crashed into yours the second you finished your sentence, as you desperately grabbed at his hair, desperate to feel more and more of him against you despite the sticky heat.

He pulled away reluctantly as the elevator came to a stop in the basement carpark, but you still desperately clung to him, pressing kisses into his jaw and down his neck as you breathed in the scent of his sweat on his skin. Your words had failed you, but your body was desperate to communicate exactly what you needed.

He chuckled as he pulled you off of him, stroking your hair as he pulled you to your car. Opening the passenger side door for you and taking the keys from your bag, he placed a kiss to your temple, pulling away only enough to whisper into your ear. ”Which one of us can’t keep their hands off the other now?”

You were hot and delirious and you were not going to interrupt him now. He climbed into the driver’s seat, something you knew he didn’t do often, and placed his hand on your leg again as he drove.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered as soon as you were far enough away from the building. You complied immediately, not wanting to interrupt anything the man might do to you. “Good girl,” he mumbled as he immediately picked up where he left off earlier, rubbing your sensitive nub through your underwear. Your dress was pushed up now

“You know, Garcia was right” he spoke again, his fingers snaking their way under the elastic of your underwear. You could only moan in surprise, desperately close to getting exactly what you wanted.

“I have been staring at you this whole day. You came in this short dress, practically on display for anyone to see.” His fingers were now slowly circling your clit, going torturously slowly as you bucked up your hips for some much needed friction.

“When you got me that glass of water, I followed you, you know. Watched you reach for the glass on the top shelf, saw your skirt riding up. We’re you so desperate for me to notice you that you put yourself on display for the entire office like a little whore?” You moaned in surprise as his words registered in your mind.

You tried to reply, to deny and protest your innocence, but he chose that minute to thrust a finger into you, the awkward angle forced by your position in the car creating a beautiful friction. You started rocking your hips quicker against his hand, opening yourself up to him fully, and grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t pull away for a third time that day.

“You can’t even deny it, Look at you using my hand to get yourself off. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna do it right here in your car?” You moan out a yes as he adds another finger, stretching you out further as you whimper around him.

“Fuck, yes Spence, I’m a whore, your little whore.” You feel that familiar coil in the bottom of your stomach tighten and soon your releasing yourself all over his hands. Gasping for air, your head falls back on the passenger seat, and you release your grip on Spencer’s hands.

“Good job, princess, you did so well for me. We’re almost home now, let’s get you in that shower.” You whimper a little, nodding as you allow your brain to settle once again, completely comfortable with letting Spencer take control and do whatever he needs to do with you for the rest of the night.

-X-

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cheriladycl01 · 2 months

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That'll be the back up generator! George Russell x CoffeeShopOwner! Reader

Plot: George Russell finds himself in a coffee shop after the Italian Grand Prix but a storm makes him get stuck in the shop.

A/N: Tell me your views on Sam and Colby and like other youtubers in the comments and if you like them!

Credit to disneyprincemuke for the GIF

It was a really slow and hot day in the cafe, it had been your dream since you were a child to own a coffee shop on the street you grew up in, in Milan.

You got a degree in the UK at the request of your parents before coming back to your home country to set up the shop. You had the exact shop in mind on the street and it was the same one that had been run down an abandoned for years.

You completely re-done up the shop, making it exactly how you envisioned it. You had loads of plants running throughout and a little street section with seats out the front and a small balcony that looked over the whole street.

You were very busy today, everyone seemed to be wanting iced coffee's and smoothies. Loads of tourists came in for water, making you chuckle each time when they enunciated their words assuming you couldn't understand English.

But it started to get a little later and darker and people were now choosing to go to bar's as they were opening now. It was a Saturday so you new it would be busy because of the race in Monza and most people coming back to Milan centre to spend their evening.

There was no-one in the store right now and you let the last two staff go home from their shift early as you'd heard them talking about going clubbing tonight. You were making yourself a smoothie the blender so loud you didn't hear the bell chime. Just as the blender stopped you tuned into the conversation.

"This looks pretty quiet, lets stay here" one of their voices said that sounded British but had a slight American twang to it.

"I forgot cafe's were a thing!" a louder American voice out of the group added as you watched as they took the booth at the back. That's also when you noticed the team wear they were in, they worked for the racing teams.

"Yeah, Carlos' life hack apparently!" a fully British voice says and you walk slowly over to the table.

"Hey guys, what can I sort out for you today?" you ask, and they all push up their glasses, their faces were red and a some of their foreheads were lined with sweat.

"Oh, hello erm could be just get some water for now and food menu's please" another guy asks in Williams gear and you smile nodding, grabbing them from the counter next to them. You grab a jug of ice cold water and four glasses placing them down on the table.

They eventually give you their orders and you make yourself busy in the back small kitchen putting together the sandwiches and salads they'd requested.

You make light conversation with them handing them out eventually finding out they they are some of the drivers, Lewis and George who both drove for the Mercedes team, and Alex and Logan who drove for the Williams team.

You saw how they were struggling with the heat of the shop, you kept the water consistent and move the fan that was behind the counter with you to face them, you couldn't imagine how exhausted they felt after a race.

Eventually, Logan left first saying that Oscar and Lando wanted to hang out which you can only assume were other drivers. Then Lewis and Alex left at the same time with different reasons, one being Alex girlfriend just landed and Lewis wanted to do some shopping.

"And then there was one!" George sighed with a shake of his head, taking a bite of the pastry you'd brought him over.

"Hey, you want a smoothie, on the house of course. I'm just trying out some new things" you smile, trying to engage him in conversation.

He looked up at you with a huge smile and a nod of his head.

"Yeah, I'm down to try anything!" he smiled. You go behind the counter starting on cutting the fruit for the smoothie. You would look up every now and then catching eyes with George who always seemed to be gazing at you when you would meet his eye.

You bring him the smoothie over on the tray, making it a little fancier than you probably would when you put it on the menu.

"One, smoothie by yours truly!" you joke, smiling down at him.

"Your accent is strange" he says smiling up at you with his head tilting to the side.

"Thanks?" you offer with a small laugh not exactly sure what to say.

"No-no not like that, you obviously are Italian but you have an English twang to it?" he offers looking over your features.

George didn't think he'd ever met someone so beautiful. And it was an effortless kind of beauty as well, your hair up in a claw clip and a little messy from a hard day at work, flour covering the bottom part of your apron and a little sweat building under your eyes from the heat in the cafe.

"Ah, I studied in the UK for a while before I came back here, but i was born here in Milan!" you explain knowing what he was on about, you'd easily picked up on some British slang in your time their and the speech patterns to make your English sound easier on the ear.

"What did you study?" he asks, a look of shock on his face.

"Business management!" you smile. And he takes his first sip of the smoothie you gave him, his eyes going wide.

"That's amazing! And I'm guessing that's how you came to own this place?" his eyes light up taking another sip.

"This is really good, what's in it?" he interrupts his own question looking up at you.

"That is a secret!" you grin before walking off and over to the counter grabbing your own smoothie you'd made earlier. You check the time seeing it's around half an hour till you close, you walk out the front to bring the street chairs and tables in until you see and feel the weather.

It was really windy, and you felt the spotting of rain. The sky had turned awfully dark. You bring all the tables and chairs in before locking and bolting the door.

"Er, are you kidnapping me?" George asks seeing you latch the bottom bit of the door tightly.

"No no, I'm sorry the weather out there it just really picked up and the doors the original so it's pretty loose unless it's latched and I don't want it flying off!" you explain, worried he genuinely thought you were trying to hold him hostage.

"Holy shit yeah!" he exclaims looking out the front windows seeing the wind affecting some of the other shop owners who are hurriedly trying to pull their chairs or stock in depending what kind of place it was.

You both sit together but the storm only picks up and after what feels like an hour, you and George started to play uno which he had on him for some reason.

The door of the cafe was rattling and you could hear the whistling of the wind flow its way from the upstairs balcony and down the stairs.

"It's getting worse" you explain. Looking out the window and he nods. It was way past closing now but the streets looked so bad, no-one was out on them and George didn't feel like risking walking back to the hotel with the amount of debris flying around.

However within seconds, the room went dark and you gasped, not being able to see anything.

"Did, did we just loose power?" he asks, feeling around for his phone only for his hand to rest on your thigh, another gasp coming from your mouth and a string of apologies from George.

"It's okay, I just didn't expect it and it's so dark right now and I'm scared shitless!" you offer with a small chuckle.

"Where's like, your power supply and stuff!" he asks, finally turning the torch on his phone on, sending light up into the room when he turns the phone face down leaving it in between you two.

"I have a back up generator, that should kick in once it realizes there's no power" you smile, looking at his handsome face light up by the torch.

However, it also looked really creepy the way the light shaped his sharper features. It made you laugh a little.

"What?" he asks laughing along with you.

"Sorry, I feel like I'm in a Sam and Colby YouTube video right now, telling ghost stories while in a haunted house" you admit, changing so your on your knees.

"Well, this place isn't haunted right?" he laughs nervously.

"Nope, not as far as I'm aware!" you smile, it's gone extremely cold since the storm started and you shivered a little. There had been no predicted cold areas today so you hadn't brought anything with you.

"Oh, you look cold take this!" he smiles handing you his team jacket. You shrug it on with a small thank you. You both talk about everything you could think of to ask one another. From questions about his driving to your time in university. You told him all your funny club night story's from your first year where you still weren't really accustomed to British Culture and what is right and what was seen as wrong. He told you about how he used to be in Alex and Logan's team but basically got moved into a better car. You didn't really understand how it worked and you listened before asking your questions that he was more than happy to answer.

He's looking at you, holding your eye contact the whole time you both talk even if you look away to use your hands to embellish what your saying. Sometimes you used Italian words that George didn't know but in the context of the sentence he'd be able to work out the English for it and explain to you.

He's so impossibly close to you, that you think he might be leaning in closer and closer.

Before anything happens, a whirring from the back startles you both.

"That'll be the back up generator" you smile looking at the low level lighting and small strip lights all turning on.

"Er yeah, i guess it is!" he smiles looking over you. You get up onto your knees seeing that the wind is slowly dying down.

"I recon you can go now, it looks like the wind had died down enough!" you smile unlatching the door.

"Yeah, thank you. Er, yeah thanks" he smiles walking out the door. You follow him out locking up from the outside before taking off in the other direction. You didn't know if you'd ever see him again but you hoped he would.

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snapscube · 3 months

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Hi penny! Do you have any new home-made iced coffee wisdom today? I always like hearing about the things you try when you talk about it on stream. :)

no "wisdom" necessarily but i am proud to say that i have brain hacked myself into purchasing less iced coffee than i make at home by stocking up on the same kinds of disposable 20 oz cups and lids and straws that i rlly enjoy drinking coffee out of. so now instead of getting to the point of "is this a good cup for coffee? man im gonna have to wash this do i really wanna bother? i'll just grab one from dunkin real quick" with our normal cups i have just a dedicated set of plasticware that i use specifically for iced cold brew at home. it sensationally feels the same as a cafe iced coffee because of the container, it tastes better because im using all the ingredients i know i like, and even using store-bought coffee instead of my cold brew pitcher when im feeling extra lazy is a bi-weekly expense at most compared to a daily one. it's awesome.

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makos-hotbox · 1 year

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König and ghost having a crush on a y/n whos an utter dumbass and is high 24/7.

And is hella clumsy & spaces out a lot? Sorry I just think it'd be funny if a y/n was high. Lol

LARGE FONT VER.

… 𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅

`⌁ ◜ 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! ◞

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

Ghost honestly would have never thought he would end up with a stoner. But here he was, helping you pack bowls and roll j’s :]

He’s only ever smoked weed or anything once or twice but that was it, he hated the feeling of hacking up a lung.

If he ever decides to partake in getting high with you though, he will interest himself in some edibles, that’s the only way he will do it.

He also secretly likes to “trip sit” you while you’re doing your thing. Making sure you don’t do anything stupid and that you take care of yourself. Bringing you water and snacks for when you get hungry. He may grumble like he’s doing it at gunpoint but he cares. Especially if you’re enjoying yourself on another planet.

Will make sure to knock you out of your zoning out moments every little bit. Worrying that you won’t hear what he’s about to say or that you’ve blanked completely.

Once you start to wind down, he’ll hold you with him and watch some movies. Allowing for you to fall asleep into a new state of mind once again.

Simon was in the kitchen, hunting for some snacks to give you. At least, the ones that you had a specific craving for and would eat. Something sweet this time, but not crunchy. Specific, but that’s what he needed, he didn’t want to bring you something you won’t be satisfied eating.

Meanwhile in the living room, you were slumped on the couch, a final puff of smoke leaving your mouth. Staring at the colorful painting on the wall as you zoned out, originally focused on not coughing but now you were completely relaxed.

Your mind was calm as you listened to the music coming from your phone in your lap. A few minutes later, Simon came back with two brownies in one hand, and a cup of juice in the other. Setting them down on the coffee table in front of you, “I hope this works. Was originally gonna bring you ice cream, and we don’t have any. So, brownie it… y/n?”

He noticed that you were spacing out and it seemed like you weren’t listening at all. Sitting next to you on the couch, he nudged your arm gently. Knocking you out of your trance and you now paid full attention. “Sorry?”

Simon chuckled at your behavior, it wasn’t much but it was cute in his eyes. “Nothing, here, eat up pothead.” He unwrapped one of the brownies and shoved it towards you.

𝐊Ö𝐍𝐈𝐆

Hc that könig smokes to help with his anxiety. Not daily or anything of course especially if he’s at work. But when he’s home or had a particularly rough day, he’ll load a bowl right next to you.

Both of you will usually chill together, König likes to cuddle when he’s stoned asf so expect lots of those. High naps are the best with him and they are a must.

If he’s not smoking with you because he can’t, he will still hang out and take care of you. Doing almost everything for you so that you don’t have to get up and do it yourself. He thinks you should be able to completely relax without anything to bother you.

If you’re zoning out, he lets it happen. Only for a small amount of time though so you can at least keep a toe on planet earth. If you need him to keep you busy, König will gladly start chattering away about something. His anxiety immediately goes away when he’s with you anyways.

You passed the bong over to könig, bracing yourself to cough up your soul as the burn in your throat got worse. König set the bong down on the table to comfort you, he wasn’t smoking tonight but he sure as hell wasn’t going to leg you suffer.

When you finally coughed up a large cloud of smoke, more coughs followed. König pat your back, hoping it’ll help in some way. He grabbed the water bottle sitting in front of you as well, handing it to you to take a drink. He calmly aided you through the coughing fit with success as you began to calm down.

Wiping the tears of pain off of your eyes, you slumped back against König’s chest. Relaxation is now taking over your mind. “All done?” You heard him mumble from above you. Nodding your head slowly as you began to space out, König packed up the weed and bong, cleaning up the table.

He tried to shuffle you off of him so he could go get some more water and a snack for you, but he earned a grumble from you. “No not yet… you’re really warm. And really comfy…”

𝐊Ö𝐍𝐈𝐆 + 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

now if it were both ghost and könig in a relationship with you, they would surprisingly remain the same. With only a few changes.

Ghost would probably be sober most of the time, babysitting you and könig. Whenever you two get high together, it always seems like Ghost has to remain on his toes.

If the house is empty of snacks, you and könig team up to convince Ghost to take y’all to the store. Even the gas station who cares, you two were hungry.

If Ghost needs you two to sit still while he does something important, he just turns on a movie and throws you on top of könig. Usually you two will immediately get attached and not want to let go of each other.

Sometimes soap ends up coming over to visit, and Ghost’s double trouble ends up into a triple tornado. Loudest. House. Ever.

“I don't know… he might say no because it’s getting late.” Your hushed whispers reach König’s ears as you two watch the animated movie in front of you. König was laying on his back across the couch and you were laying on top of him, head resting on his chest.

“Yeah but we’re hungryyyy… Simon couldn’t turn that down. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.” He whined, stomach grumbling. Munchies had hit him like a train and there were no snacks. Simon was in the shower, and he was about to be interrupted.

Finally deciding that you’ve both had enough, you and König raced up the stairs and bursted into the bathroom. A surprised yell coming from Simon who had just gotten out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Can you take us to the store please?” You two both pleaded at the same time, hands clamped together as you begged. Simon glaring at the two of you with a confused expression. He looked at his phone and checked the time.

“It’s 10:30… at night.” He signed realizing that wasn’t going to change your minds. “If I’m in the car before you, you’re not going. Let’s go.”

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drowninginblox · 2 months

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HideDuo HCs bc we are going through it

The March drought is getting to me y'all. I don't know about all y'all but the anniversary isn't the best thing ever, especially with the Hatsune Miku incident.

I think we deserve a little treat for being dedicated to our favorite roommates. Hence these ramblings.

The following applies to the OSMP characters, not actual streamers themselves. This is gonna be very all over the place, overall cursed, and is projecting. I hope yall enjoy-

Fit:

Can play any sport, but hates all of them (except for ice skating, he fucking loves it but he'll never admit it and he can't skate for shit)

Has read fanfiction before

Knows about dreamsmp lore but doesn't know what it all means in context, very much "Did you know a guy fucked a salmon and had a fox as a child?" "He started a country later? The fish fucker???"

Is into more fru fru coffee drinks than he lets on. Like- fuck yea 9/10 times that mother fucker be drinking that shit black, but he loves some good pumpkin spice- tooty fruity-cuchie deluci frappuccino. He'd only give in around sunny tho.

Was a smoker for a hot minute, quit tho when the ashes nearly lit a TNT. Hasn't picked it up since

Is a slut for pig step

Has read The Art of War

Had a celebrity crush on Philza. He still has it but it's defo diminished since he knows him personally.

Showers daily. I don't care that he's a war-torn mf, that man loves taking showers and will never pass up the opportunity to get one.

Has a poster of Miku Binder Jefferson. Someone gave it to him as a secret Santa present and he has no idea who or what to do with it. He's tempted to burn it but he's kind of afraid of it. It's so cursed that it shows up in his nightmares.

He thinks about Forever a lot more than he wants to admit. He's afraid of the possibility of turning into a monster since he was exposed to the black concert a lot. He understands the fear is irrational since it was long ago but the intrusive thought lingers.

He's thought about marriage in general and with Pac. He'd never admit it but he planned out everything from the venue to the music to the vows. He'd easily swipe it all away if Pac said he had an idea of what he wanted it to be like.

is fluent in Morse code

Knows sign language

Hearing aids mf

Has a family somewhere out there, one that he lost or left only to be dumped into TB2T

Loves crosswords, especially during breakfast and right after Ramon goes to bed.

His favorite smell is cinnamon and cocoa butter

Believes in Herobrine

Can't do long division to save his life

Hates the sound of Velcro

Pac:

Likes the Pacman TV show

Smells like cinnamon and cocoa butter

Has too many scars from the cats he's owned over the years.

Married Mike for tax reasons in the past. They play it up that they're bitter divorcés from time to time

Doesn't shower as often as he should, not because he hates it but because he has a long routine and enjoys baths far more

Enjoys tea and coffee equally

Was a homestuck fan (yesIFUCKINGDIDTHATTOHIMWHATAREYAGONNADO???)

Gay awakening was Rufio from Hook

watches Reading Rainbow as an adult

paints on his prosthetic all the damn time

Has a Post-it note collection. He barely uses them but he has a rainbow of them and each color represents a member of the island.

Has a sticker collection

Always carries small snacks for his pocket dude (I heard about this through the wiki, apparently Pac has a pocket boy? If not then he does now lmao) mostly gummy bears and crackers

Is afraid of the ocean. Idk why that just sounds right for him and if it is it recontextualizes the date he had w fit lol

knows Morse code

Knows some phrases in American sign language (fit is teaching him / is learning for fit, whichever is cuter)

Has hacked into a government-locked server, left lobster porn in place of any files he took. Idk which government it was or why he did it, but he did and they haven't recovered since

Is the type to listen to Jon Bellion and Talor Swift. No, i will not elaborate

Has very vivid daydreams. Aside from drugs and PTSD, he has some really nice ones all on his own. Mostly about Fit tbh.

#hideduo #fitpac #qsmp fitmc #pactw #fitmc #qsmp #qsmp headcanons #headcanon #Hideduo headcanons #i am unhinged

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historia-vitae-magistras · 2 months

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5, 8, 11, 15 for Mattie if you’re still doing the ask game 🥹

5) A cherished personal belonging.

Baby's first pair of skates are still in a museum somewhere. There's a very playful, puckish part of Matt that's a bit of a hellion even when he's got clothes on. The French Regime had to ban ice skating in the streets because teenage boys kept plowing into priests and then skating away before being caught. Baby Matt cackling as he skates circles around anyone who dares challenge him in his own domain, and adult Matt smirks a bit as he outskates Jan is a rare nice moment I'm willing to grant him lmao.

8) What kind of car they would drive.

I feel like he drove some piece of shit until the government made him replace it with something electric or at least with better gas mileage. Probably something that looks like a clown car with his giant gangly ass getting in and out.

11) This character’s favourite piece or pieces of clothing.

Besides the coffee and cumstained hoodie he's been wearing on and off for two weeks at any given depressive episode? Things that were purchased or made specifically for him. François would purchase and ship clothes over occasionally, or governors or his guardian would be given a budget. Still, the French fabric industry was shit for the wintery needs of a few acres of snow. Mercantilism said there was no legal way to get better wool, so most people smuggled theirs from New York. English merchants made a killing in wool fabric. A shortcut Arthur took to get Matt on his side and keep him there was clothing him. Not so nicely that anyone would mistake Matt for Arthur's child. And as petty as he is, probably unflattering or plain colours Francois would find offensive. But English boots were better than anything produced in New France; they took skates much better, ice skates that the English imported from the Dutch. A solid wool coat, even if it was a shitty colour with buttons, Matt hadn't hacked off in slides from a deer horn himself? That had him very pliable and obedient. He's a bit of a fucken loser (affectionate), and if anyone makes him anything, it will be his favourite item of clothing until it's literally falling apart. He's got a very nice shawl collar sweater with horn toggles that's been out of fashion for 40 years, but he won't stop wearing it for love or money until it's disintegrated.

15) What cologne or perfume they would use

Those around him are lucky when he doesn't smell like roadkill. Probably something incredibly basic though. Maybe something like Zoologist's Beaver (I'm not even joking thats a real thing.)

#the ask box || probis pateo #matthew || my country is winter

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 9 days

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can I request some Gigi and Grayson hcs? (Not sure if that’s been done yet!)

gigi and grayson head canons

yesss, i absolutely love them. i hope we get to see them interact in tgg. @catapparently helped me with this one. like i've said in three of my other posts, i'm currently dying bc of my cramps so might be a little crappy, but i hope you like them<3.

gigi thinks grayson should loosen up and wear less suits so she buys him speedos.

they both talk about their favorite romance books bc gigi is clearly a reader and gray is secretly a hopeless romantic.

grayson gave gigi one of his credit cards for plushies and books

gigi regularly drags grayson out to amusement parks, arcades, and stuff. gray wins her stuff and she makes him eat corn dogs.

gigi dared grayson to put on a fluffy pink tutu and bows and twirl around the street

gigi talks shit about her crappy ex-boyfriends/crushes and grayson just sits there wondering why his sister has such horrible taste in men

they are both planning duncan's (sav's shitty bf) take down

gigi buys grayson flowers and takes one out of the bouquet and puts it behind his ear.

gigi, before she met lyra, made grayson a tinder account bc she thought he needed a gf.

gigi teaches grayson how to ride a bike (this dude didn't learn bc he always had someone to drive him places). he fell so many times, that grayson banged his head and ended up getting a concussion.

she takes videos of him and posts them on her tiktok bc her fans eat it up

gigi invited grayson to her prom (i think she's a year younger than avery so that means she hasn't had prom yet) and made him dance to the slow songs with her.

when gigi thinks grayson is overworking himself, she'll jump on him and start tickling him. she won't stop until he promises he's gonna stop.

grayson is the only one gigi feels comfortable venting to. she doesn't like worrying her sister with her problems, so sometimes she'll sneak into gray's room late at night and just talk to him about how much she hates having to pretend to be happy all the time.

although gigi never met emily, she absolutely hates her with a passion. grayson doesn't really like it when she talks shit about her, but knows what she's saying is true.

gigi has an obsession with grayson's baby pictures. she's literally asked everyone she knows if they have any, and has literally stolen phones to look at their camera roles to check for pictures.

gigi loves spying on people for absolutely no reason and will drag grayson along with her.

gigi has tried to cook food for grayson before but she ended up giving him food poisoning instead.

when gigi is feeling down, she'll get grayson to give her a hug bc, according to her, he gives the best hugs.

when she goes out with her friends to the mall, she drags grayson along to carry their bags

grayson only really laughs around her bc he finds her hilarious.

grayson literally hates slate (potential love interest for gigi, might not be one) (or any future boyfriends she might have), and will spy on her dates. he'll head to the restaurant they're eating at and hide behind menus and stuff.

gigi buys him clothes (other than suits) that she thinks would suit him. grayson only wears them bc gigi bought them for him (or that's what he tells himself, he actually kind of likes the clothes)

gigi gets xander to teach her how to hack grayson's insta so she can post cat memes on his account.

gigi has an obsession with iced coffees and milkshakes (overly sweet ones) and always gets grayson to have one when they go out even though he hates it with his entire being.

gigi practices her makeup on him. gigi always makes him keep it on so she can admire her hard work. sometimes grayson will show up at the family dinners with a full face of makeup.

gigi teaches grayson how to knit bc she loves it and wants to have someone to knit with

gigi loves reading romance books out loud. sometimes she'll be hanging out with grayson and just start reading the smut scenes out loud. grayson gets so uncomfortable, he turns red.

when she wants to take grayson out to the mall with her but he says no, she'll grab him by the ear and drag him out despite his protests.

gigi loves basic chocolate chip cookies, so grayson gets libby to teach him how to bake cookies, and he starts surprising her with some every once in a while.

gigi will get up really early and hide in grayson's closet so she can scare him when he gets up to get dressed.

gigi made grayson dress up as a tampon for halloween.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #gigi grayson #libby grambs #the grandest game

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oraclememehacker · 9 months

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How evil are you?

"Sounds about right, wehehehe."

"Am I really that evil?"

"I like to think I'm fairly good. I just don't like to deal with bullshit."

#Hacking and Memes (Futaba Sakura Musing)#The Oracle Navi (Futaba Sakura IC)#Coffee and Curry (Sojiro Sakura Musing)#Cafe Leblanc Owner (Sojiro Sakura IC)#Science and Logic (Wakaba Isshiki Musing)#Cognitive Researcher (Wakaba Isshiki IC)#A Hacker Queen’s Favorite Activity (Memes)

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ii-iikko · 9 days

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BLIND-SIDED

gojo.fem.reader

Your forehead raise.

— |[ series ]| —

|[one]| = |[ two ]|

YOU perked up at the skid of a chair that, much to your surprise, is the one roosted before your table. A lazy drag of the hinds Then, a plap on the seat, later.

"I assumed you prefer your drinks sweet."

You set down the teaspoon that curled round your fingers. It clinked against the rim of your teacup. The dainty coffee shop, you're currently in, bustled with clamour and a rustle of the bell chime welcomed a new patron.

"Not always." The man hummed, paused, then spoke again after a moment. "Do you always have to wear that?"

You smile, tilting your head. "Do you always have to wear that?"

He chuckles. Whether or not you discern it through the thick swarth of your shades, you can feel him pinching the fabric of his blindfold. Kneading the rough material between his index and thumb. The grain rolling across the skin.

"It's not for show, that much I can say." He said. "But if you want an explanation for why that is — it's kind of exhausting, if I have to be completely honest. Not everyone gets it when I explain it to them. Ah, thank you,"

The waitress bows, setting down a can of peach soda along with a cup filled with ice. Not really, huh.

"You don't think mine is worth explaining, as well?" You muse, stirring the tea.

He cracks open the drink with a pop. It sizzles and blisters as he pours it.

"Eh? Come on now, you know I don't mean that."

"Oh, I'm sure you do."

The rim of the teacup kisses your lips. Taking a sip of the green tea, the warm liquid molded through the crevices of your mouth, and down through your throat. You set the porcelain primly on the table.

"Good?"

"Quite the brew, I agree. And, regarding your inquiry : I'm blind, Satoru." You say after a moment.

Satoru chokes on his drink. A startled cough, to be exact. You turn a little away so your smile wasnt seen.

After a moment of hacking, he gathers himself and clears his throat. "...My...My deepest apologies."

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

"That was insensitive of me."

Oh?

"Hm, well. We all make mistakes, once in a while." You grin. "Even the strongest can, yes?"

You heard a sigh, the sound of the chair creaking, then a mutter: 'Shoko's gonna kill me'. Ah. Quite the hold, the doctor has over him. You lean against your chair, managing a professional outlook — but the smile that breaks out crumbles the facade.

"You didn't know?"

He shifts on his chair, almost huffing. You can only assume that did a number on his pride. "We did have a debrief..."

"I know. You fell asleep half-way through."

"You were there?"

"No, I was informed."

"Hah?' There was that childish whine, again. "Who's tainting my image? Who told you that?"

You shake your head, chuckling. "I was debriefed about all of the teachers, mostly — but you were far with the more, how do I put this, unique disposition?"

The chair creaks. He's leaning back again. "Now, now. I'm not all bad when you get to know me."

"That's what they all say before getting curbed in a ditch, murdered."

"Grim."

"Really? I consider myself optimistic."

He chuckles. "How do you know I was wearing a blindfold?"

You shrug. "I didn't know. I've been informed about it. In case, I would have to resort gouging out your eyes if ever your antics bother me."

"Quite the threat, shades."

"Think of it as a premonition."

You can feel the grin emanating from his words as he spoke. "Hm. If that's so then I'm quite looking forward to it."

You smile, taking a sip of your tea. "Oh trust me. I'm sure you are."

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x reader #😢 have to repost this again #tumblr deleted half of my progress #iikkowrites

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meditativedeer · 4 months

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winter rules

late for this one but the hard half of winter is staring me in the face and I need these for myself.

write. clear all the shit from your desk and write like you're an insane tortured playwright because you are.

stay up late and sleep in when you want to.

wake up early and sit on the porch with a coffee and observe the morning mist and coldness. the solid chill of the concrete beneath your ass will ground you. wear the slippers Santa brought.

go on a run and don't worry about endurance. walk to warm up then sprint as if you're being chased by a bear/dinosaur/demented serial killer until you can't anymore. walk for a bit then do it again. so much more fun than jogging.

cold sea swim with friends because now you have friends that actually want to do it with you so never ever ever take that for granted. that's special.

wear all black and enjoy the contrast of your hair. feel like an elegant and mysterious student.

relearn German. yes on duolingo but also get romantic with it. handwrite, watch German movies, sing along to German music and listen to podcasts.

conserve your energy. you don't have to be talkative if you don't want to be, just make sure to be kind anyway.

wear soft jumpers and big jeans. mess with your hair all the time.

flirt boldly with the women in your dating apps, to celebrate being comfortable in your sexuality at last. and the practice is useful.

read scripts online. there's so many and they're all free.

go on walks and enjoy having to wear four layers and a scarf and gloves and hat. doesn't happen all year round.

when on these walks, pay attention to the heavy clouds and cool tones of the trees. listen to bon iver. look at the clouds of breath you can create.

when home from said walk, make a ritual out of peeling off each layer, putting your slippers on, making a hot drink and putting the tv on.

mothering is on hold grandmothering is taking over.

stretch so your body doesn't turn brittle from the cold.

mulled wine and cider isn't just for Christmas make that shit at home we all need it.

keep the Christmas lights up for as long as you want.

go to tk maxx with your mum. get some cheap shit and try not to argue too much

let yourself have little luxuries. I work in a coffee shop but I ordered a pour over kit so I can make my own fancy coffee at home.

you don't have to go clubbing if you don't want to. you don't have to drink if you don't want to. you don't actually have to do anything you don't want to do, you must follow your hearts desire.

with that in mind, don't let seasonal depression convince you that you don't want to see your friends. you do.

yes comfort food is necessary at this time of year but try to find comfort in hot soups and baked salads and oatmeal and fruit because your body needs good whole foods so you have the energy to get out of bed in the morning and don't want to throw yourself out of the window.

meditate in the shower

yes listen to music dance and boogie

silence is also good sometimes you need to turn off every device and go and do something simple with your brain

fill up the sink with water and ice cubes and stick your face in it for an instant hit of dopamine. one of many ways to hack into your happy hormones.

another, less fun way, is to do the dishes or change your bedsheets. make a game out of it because you'll be happy when it's done.

read poetry get real pretentious with it oh yeah baby I love u

everything will be so much more than fine everything is here just for you don't be afraid.

#web weaving #writing #love #poetry #wlw #writers and poets #poem #meditation #love poem #sotce #list #wintering

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mrsjavymachado · 2 years

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icemav headcanons

**important to note

-goose lives, just injured after the canopy incident so mav still flies with merlin for the mission and icemav still become wingmen

-most of these are set after they all graduate top gun

ice and maverick have always thought the other was attractive, it wasn’t a very well kept secret if their time at topgun was any indicator, and anybody with eyes could tell that they wanted to be with each other and finally, finally they fell into bed together after months of dancing around eachother and their feelings and it was eye opening for the both of them. mav looked ready to bolt when he woke up next to him because ice meant more to him than a quick fuck but he didn’t know how to tell him that and didn’t want to fuck anything but between them, but ice held onto him with, the patience of a saint knowing that he’d just gotten maverick to see his feelings and he wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.

they talked it out with only a few shed tears before maverick pushed ice back down onto the bed and showed him just how much he meant to him. (mav called goose and told him everything, with carole right there behind him chipping in and adding her own comentary) (apparntly goose owed her five dollars because she knew that it was going to happen soon after the mission, goose thought it would’ve happened taken months) (mav rolled his eyes at gooses’ lack of faith in his ability to get with a guy he liked but didn’t rebut it because he never thought he’d get here with ICEMAN of all people)

mav and ice do NOT take things slowly, as neither of them are known to be passive about what they want. they already spend most of their time together during the day as their stations together, but now they have an excuse (they didn’t need one before) to spend even MORE time with eachother and they are insufferably in love.

ice who drinks coffee in the morning not because he needs it to wake up, but because he likes the taste. mav who needs coffee to even think about starting the day, so ice, who wakes up first, makes mav’s coffee first then his own. (he likes seeing mav all soft and sleepy in the morning, and he’s always rewarded for his efforts with a happy grin, a soft kiss to his cheek and a “thanks sweetheart,” in mavs delicious morning voice, but he likes to say it’s because it’s the only time mav isn’t running his mouth)

mav runs warm but ice, ironically, runs warmer, so they buy the best a/c money can buy because ice is a tactile mother fucker and can’t sleep without at least one limb touching mav at all times.

everytime ice gets deployed somewhere different than mav (which is hardly ever because the navy recognizes how fucking good they are together) maverick relishes in the free space because while ice curls up to go to sleep, mav spreads fucking eagle. legs and arms out starfish style (though he is always very happy to have his personal extra limb back in bed with him)

ice sleeps on the left and mav sleeps on the right, though sometimes when mav gets sick or ice isn’t there, he’ll sleep on ice’s side.

ice rarely gets sick, he has seasonal allergies that he takes medicine for but when he does get sick he gets SICK. he’s coughing and hacking and he can’t breathe and everything that could go wrong goes wrong. mav always knows when ice is sick because he gets cold and clammy and miserable.

ice never takes being sick seriously and will try and go back to work without much care and it takes mav (and slider usually) to coerce him back to bed with a good book and promise to keep with updated on any changes back on base.

mav on the other hand sneezes twice in a row and swears he’s dying, but he’s just dramatic. mav gets sick A LOT. the weather changes and he’s down with a head cold. he’s also allergic to cats and ice’s family has three fat, spoiled tabbies named mimi, stella and princess and they LOVE maverick.

however, poor mav can’t even be near anything they touch because he’ll break out in hives. he will however down as many benedrill as he can and play with them because he loves them just as much.

his attempts to convince ice to let them get a cat always end in a resounding no, because ice actually likes having his boyfriend not in severe medical distress because a cat so much as looked at him

being sick is one thing but when it comes to the big stuff like injuries, broken bones and the like, no one takes it more seriously than ice. as soon as something feels off, ice is at the base hospital asking them to look over it, he doesn’t want to jeopardize his flying at all.

on the other hand mav gets such an adrenaline kick whenever he’s in the air that he doesn’t feel any injuries until it’s too late.

once he wasn’t strapped in properly in the tomcat and tuned a corner so sharp he rammed his elbow against the canopy and it shattered. goose heard a sickening crack come from mav’s general direction and the groan that he let at the turn and immediately told mav that he had to land the plane. mav asked goose if he was okay and all goose could do was gape at his idiot of a best friend becuse there’s no way that if goose heard the crack from somewhere in mav’s body over the roar of the engine that mav wasn’t feeling at least something.

eventually, after he got mav to land after he stubbornly stupidly insisted he was fine and that he needed to finish his training, goose flagged down medical and when they arrived mav’s flight suit was drenched in blood at the arm and he was leaning on goose just trying to breathe through the pain because the adrenaline he had from flying was gone and the pain kicked in real fast and all he remembers is someone touching his elbow and how much it burned and white hot pain coursed through his body .

he’s told later in the hospital that he passed out, eyes rolling back and that with his maverick fucking luck he actually landed on his elbow, injuring it more before anyone could catch him. he then passes out again, though this time it’s medically induced by anesthesia as he’s being prepped for surgery.

the next thing he knows he’s waking up in a hospital room on base with a cast on his elbow and ice sitting at his side. once he’s wake ice looks at him for a few seconds, looking at him worriedly as he breaths out a soft, “jesus mav,” under his breath. then remembers he’s upset with maverick and loudly recalls all the details for him and yells at him for 25 minutes for being so stupid for keeping himself in the air injured and bleeding and how one day he swears mav will kill himself in the cockpit and when he does ice will dig him up and kill him himself because, “pete you’re not dying by anyone’s hands but mine.” and mav stopped listening because ice had obviously not realized the slip but maverick did and wow did it make his heart beat faster because that was the first time ice had said mavericks name. not mitchell, not maverick but pete.

so pete leaned up and smiled so wide it made ice pause because there’s no way mav was smiling through his lecture (if being called a reckless fool by your boyfriend was considered lecturing) and then he felt mav pull him by shirt collar with his good hand and kiss him speechless. “that’s the first time you’ve called me pete, tom.” and wow ice loved hearing his name on mav’s lips so he just smiled back, “yeah, well maybe ill do it more if you aren’t so stupid.” and all mav could do was laugh and kiss tom again within an inch of his life.

goose, who came to visit with bradley just sighed and covering his kids eyes and clearing his throat loudly. ice and mav jumped apart quickly and blushed, before mav smiled as bradley (who’d been let down by goose once they’d separated, smiled widley at his godfather, “MAV! daddy said you got hurt cause you were dumb so im here to make you feel better!” and ice chocked out a laugh as mav shot his best friend a look, “oh did he, well your daddy must love me very much if he brought my favorite godson over to see me” and goose and ice just rolled their eyes fondly because mav and bradley did this little routine so often it was second nature, “but mav im your ONLY godson.” “that’s why you’re my favorite baby goose.”

it made mav and bradley happy so no one had to heart to tell them it was a corny joke, because it was cute to see mav so happy. everyone could tell just how much he loved the kid and bradley loved his godfather just as much.

mav smiled wider, if that was possible, and picked bradley up with his good arm and placed him on his lap. ice sat next to the two of them and goose on the chair beside of mavericks bed, and the four of them just chatted, well it mostly consisted of goose and ice ragging on mav for being a bad influence of bradley, and for being dumb in general (calling him a dumbass in as kid friendly a way as they could) when carole was about to join them and saw just how happy and relaxed they all were, so she snapped a picture of them, which made them all turn to her at the flash. “whatcha up to honey?” goose had asked as he called his wife over to join then and pulled her on his lap, “oh nothing, just admiring our family.”

and if ice’s smile got a little wobbly at being included by the most important people in his boyfriends life, then no one else had to know but him.

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